#mine: ssc

[dazed-dollie]

🥀thorns🥀

to the lovely subs anywhere along their journey to surrender:

this is your reminder that you are a gorgeous rose and you should never let a dominant convince you that you need to remove your thorns to please them or be worthy of keeping.

the thorns protect are there to protect you from the kinds of "admirers" that would think to possess such a pretty thing means to pluck your flower from its roots - leaving it to wither while claiming to put you in “your place".

sometimes the thorns are your limits

sometimes the thorns are your wits

sometimes the thorns are your own sense of yourself and your value

sometimes the thorns are just any of the things that make you the person you are outside of the kinks you indulge in

a dominant worth submitting to will not seek to clip your thorns. they will earn their way through your thorns to claim your beautiful blossom. though they may seek to shape you to their fantasies, they should aim to shape themselves to yours as well.

they will not uproot you from your garden of safety. they don't remove the thorns from your rose, they remove the weeds from your garden.

the remove weeds like the feelings of shame

they remove weeds like the heavy weight of self-doubt

they remove weeds like the fears of honesty, openness, and vulnerability

they remove weeds like the ever-present, spiraling noise of the unwanted thoughts in your mind

they don't set out to turn your "no" into "yes"

they turn "I want to try" into "yes"

they turn "show me how" into "yes"

they turn "that sounds hot" into "yes"

they turn "I've only ever dreamed I could..." into "yes"

they turn "yes" into "please"

they nurture their rose so that it can grow and bloom more beautifully each day.

and you deserve nothing less 🌹

(photo by me)

[emiliosandozsequence]

signs (2002) dir. m. night shayamalan

[petuniapolar]

I love both soy luna and inazuma eleven because yeah, they are media for children but there's also canonical murder

[nostalgicfun]

Hopsalot! 🍓

[closertotheheartofthesunrise]

lancer sketches

[keldermans]

Voiello my dear you would love this Napoli team

[rodribentancur]

[msmc-796-official]

Embarrassing as it may be to admit, I very regularly forget that I do not, in fact, have three sets of arms at my disposal. Y'all don't know just how often I try to "reach" for something when my hands are full, only to remember that my lowest set of manipulators are attached to my Dusk Wing and not to me. Just goes to show how effective the subjectivity sync suites that SSC offers are, I guess.

Strangely, I've never once forgotten that I'm down an eye. The subjectivity sync suite covers for me there, too, but I can still "feel" the gap in my vision, even with it turned on - so much so that I'll try to compensate by turning my head to see better (like I do when I'm outside of my mech) and then have my targeting system complain at me. It's uncanny what the body remembers is missing, sometimes.

-- Angel

Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.

Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.

Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.

Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.

Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.

Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.

[dazed-dollie]

🌻 grieving the end 🌻

a reminder for good girls, boys, subs, dolls, pets, toys, Doms/Dommes, Caregivers, Masters/Mistresses and everyone in between: It’s ok to grieve the end of a power exchange relationship or dynamic, no matter how it ended. We play in risky waters in this space. It's natural when opening yourself to such risk and vulnerability that you will experience more intense emotions - both high and low - on all sides of the exchange. The end of the relationship or dynamic is not the end of the story...

It's ok to grieve... - even if it was short-lived

- even if it felt time-tested

- even if you were ghosted with no signals or signs

- even if you got closure that still feels like a open wound inside

- even if you weren't as ready as you thought when it started

- even if you had to end it by using a safe word or enforcing your boundaries

- even if lines got blurred or crossed

- even if new you enjoyed exploring the kinks that must now become hard limits

- even if you couldn’t tell the difference between red flags and your own self doubt

- even if all parties left hurt and angry

- even if it kindled a new fire in you

- even if the flames consumed it all in the end

- even if you still feel conflicted about how you handled things

- even if in the end you felt used

- even if you miss the times you felt safe and cared for

- even if you still want to hold on to the good memories - even if you still see the future you envisioned when you close your eyes - even if you needed to stop to care for your mental health and safety - even if non-kink life events have to take priority

To grieve is to make the intentional decision to face the process of mourning of the loss of something important. There is no wrong way to feel while experiencing loss.

Grieving is not bringing back what is lost or even the act of simply letting it go; it is a promise to yourself and your future that you must keep moving forward. We can't change the course of events that cause the end but we have do still have to face the future and live with the memories. Feel all stages of emotions. Give yourself grace and time to move on. Try not to move into something new too fast. Learn the lessons that you can. Make more informed decisions the next time. Most importantly, take care of yourself 🌻

[emiliosandozsequence]

signs (2002) dir. m. night shayamalan

[triquizzies]

GMS MBT-01 "Fielding"

GMS has a reputation for being stolid, reliable, and thoroughly uninteresting, and so it is with the MBT-1 ‘Fielding’: a brick on tracks, the monotony of sloped armour plating broken up only by sensors and the jutting phallus of its main gun. Surpassing even the Everest in popularity, what the Fielding loses in maneuverability, grace, and close-quarters capability it makes up for in endurance and firepower. Utilising the same power core as the Everest on a system with a vastly lower power draw, the Fielding is capable of mounting even the heaviest of vehicle-scale weaponry without a hitch, and reaching speeds that can potentially damage the motive systems. [AUX/AUX] [MAIN/AUX] [HEAVY] Traits: Replaceable Parts: While resting, the Fielding can be repaired at a rate of 1 Repair per 1 structure damage, instead of 2 Repairs. Autoloader: [Protocol] 1/round, the Fielding may take 2 Heat and reload 1 Loading weapon. It's A Tank: The Fielding may not mount Melee weapons or perform the Grapple action. It may only move in straight lines, and may not Fly of their own accord. n.b. they may still be counted as flying under the effects of systems such as the Napoleon's Tesseract, but no Black Thumb 1 for you!

[msmc-796-official]

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel

[corazondebeskar-reads]

the art of breaking, part two (coming may 25, 2024)

the art of breaking, part two: theory of decay

very dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

NOTE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. this fic contains themes of abuse and extremely dark content.

words: 10k

summary: joel knows just how to make you his forever. a sequel to "the art of breaking"

warnings (new warnings in red) and a preview under the cut; reader discretion is advised.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con, dub-con, very dark!Joel, BAD bdsm etiquette, not SSC/RACK compliant, sadist!Joel x masochist!reader, coercion, corruption, manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, glory hole, reader gives tommy a blowjob (joel and tommy do not touch), body modification, permanent marking, captivity, sadism, masochism, pain play, extreme punishment, whipping, impact play in general, mentions of vomit (no description), oral, vaginal, degradation, humiliation, Joel sees reader as property, inadequate aftercare, blink and you miss it piss "play," straight up abuse this time guys, overstimulation, forced eating, needles, voyeurism, objectification, human furniture, nipple/clit pumps, this one might be worse than the first idk sorry

Again, I cannot say this enough. This is a dark fantasy and should not be taken as representative of a good d/s relationship—it’s abuse masquerading. Just because I wrote it doesn’t mean I’m condoning it. 

Please read responsibly. 

preview:

“Y’ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, baby. I didn’t expect ya to remember. But you���ve been mine for two years now, and you’re still worried I ain’t gonna keep you. But I’ve been thinkin’, and I know how to prove it to you.” 

If this doesn’t convince you, he thinks, nothing will. Never mind that his whole goddamn life revolves around you. Never mind that you’ve worn his collar for the last 731 fuckin’ days. 

You’re busy wondering why he made you suck another man’s cock today if he cares about your anniversary. But then again, you’ve long accepted that what he wants won’t always make sense. It’s not your job to make it make sense. It’s just your job to do it. 

“C’mon, let’s go downstairs,” he says. 

You swallow hard around the sudden fear, and he laughs. 

“What? Had enough yesterday?”

“No, sir,” you say. It’s mostly the truth. Mostly.

😬 see y'all on the 25th

[kompaktcat]

Sasha here!

CW here for references to hypnosis;

With the recent vibe of robot girls being The Thing on here lately I thought it might be fun to share a related thing of mine that's been an ongoing project for a while. While I have not had the drive or capacity to really work on new updates for it for a long while (I just kinda came out of a bit of a dormancy which does not help), this project was the collision between my enjoyment of machine/robot/pet play, hypno stuff, and a l o v e for prop making that we don't get to indulge nearly enough.

The goal with this was to make something that looked like it was plucked straight out of its universe and plopped into ours, and while not perfect, I'm proud of the work that went into it. It's intended to carry the vibe of an old software manual binder, but in a retro future sorta way.

The other goal was "Imagine if a robot girl had a manual to mess with her firmware" because let's not dance around that.

Please note that within the context of this project, where "System" appears, is meant to convey "operating system," as this project was conceived prior to RealisationsTM

Presenting the Firmware Operator's Manual

Neofelis Integrated Systems is imagined to be a prominent industry leader in the electronics integration and cybernetics field, that is rumored to dabble in biosynthetics and synthetic intelligence development, but these rumors are unsubstantiated outside of the company. In reality they're a Bit Fucked beneath the surface.

Opening the cover, numerous post-its are scattered on the interior, to help sell the idea that this manual existed in a real working environment. An extra LOTO tag is included in the manual, Just In CaseTM

The interior title page mirrors the outer cover, but with some additional information. Numerous pages within this project are also dotted with UV reactive EUrion constellations to depict anti-duplication measures.

Contents 1/2. The second half won't be shown here because Reasons. EPM here refers to Elevated Permissions Mode -wiggle eyebrows-

You can't just design and construct synth prototypes without proper regulation. That just won't do. Everything is definitely above board here.

These pages are just such a vibe. I can't help but add them between sections.

There are a few graphics that were made and sprinkled into this project to really fuel the software manual vibe. The chassis diagram in the print copy is now out of date, slightly. Also, never miss an opportunity to hide memes in a creative kink project. We like easter eggs.

Beyond this there's complete sections regarding ethics and safety (some of which is genuinely important SSC/RACK info, because that's important), and the sections containing various hypno commands, which will not be shared openly for obvious reasons. There's also the Error Codes page at the back, full of error codes I really have not bothered to memorise admittedly.

Anyways, that's all to share. Questions are encouraged though!

[rodribentancur]

[gorgonfuckerdotnet]

Isn’t saying ‘I’m sure the losers at SCC are hiring’ kinda like saying ‘I’m sure the losers at Lamborghini are hiring’?? They do fancy mechs for rich people don’t they?

// in what world- // buddy if you knew the people i know to pilot SSC // no 1 would never think it's fancy // it's just people who wanna fuck the Metalmark. // "oh we do business with the wealthy" // im an anarchist // my first mech was K-PG // i grew up among [UNGRATEFULS] ffs! // who do you think was mining the materials // for your Lamborghini Huracan of a mech? // all i need is my it/its puppything SCYLLA // my fat vorpal gun // annoying (4 every1 else) amount of reactions // and pure hull upgrades !!! // rich mechs are more fun to destroy