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canisalbus · 11 months ago
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✩ Cockroach ✩
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star-trekster · 10 months ago
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Star Trek TOS: S4E20 The Brownie Incident
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Also love of my life (hallucigenia)
Based on @/Punkitt is here Iconic MLP Comics: 1 2
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inspiteofganon · 1 month ago
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does anyone else play "does the artist think Ganondorf is ugly?" when looking at pictures of him or is that just me
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iloveschiaparelli · 5 months ago
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If you go with me to a museum be forewarned I only have 2 states of being:
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iguanadonis · 9 months ago
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Rib Cordero, the handsome aircraft mechanic from my comic, Rivets đŸ› ïžđŸŒžâ›“ïž
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theramblingsofadork · 1 year ago
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So
 I was working on something that was supposed to be a cute, small comic, and it somehow blew up into a massive one. I’m sitting at 6 panels with backgrounds which is CRAZY for me considering I’ve only done one other comic before.
There’s no way I’m getting it all done today since it’s 4pm and I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet, so here’s (yet another) WIP.
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What’s Rivet looking at, ey?
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hibikichanart · 2 years ago
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grassbreads · 1 year ago
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Y'all should read Ingress Adventuring Co
Genuinely one of the most fun and charming web comics I've ever read.
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cyclogenesis · 7 days ago
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50/50 on this because of course Logan's a reader but that snowed-in sausage party of a list is an insult to his character. Women authors I think Logan reads: Toni Morrison, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Pearl S. Buck, Louisa May Alcott, Harper Lee, Ursula K. Le Guin, Shirley Jackson, Octavia E. Butler, Isabel Allende, Zora Neale Hurston, add your own tbh
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Honestly can’t say I’m too surprised that Logan is a reader. I wish he got more moments of down time like this in the comics 😭
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niniwritesxo · 24 days ago
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so doomed
summary:
when Ethan stumbles upon the reader’s hilariously odd kink by accident, he can’t help but tease her mercilessly.
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It was one of those rare quiet evenings, the kind where the world outside felt hushed and forgotten. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Ethan Landry sat cross-legged on the floor nearby. He was supposed to be helping you study, but instead, he’d been spinning a pen between his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips like he was dying to cause trouble.
“Hey, you’re staring at the same page for, like, ten minutes,” Ethan said, voice teasing. “Did the words suddenly turn into hieroglyphics or
?”
You rolled your eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “I’m fine, Ethan. Some of us don’t need constant distractions.”
Ethan grinned. “Who said I was a distraction?” He leaned back, hands resting lazily on his knees. His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he tilted his head to look at you.
“You’re always a distraction,” you muttered under your breath.
That was all the opening he needed. Ethan’s grin turned wolfish. “Ohhh, I’m a distraction, huh? Well, if I’m gonna get blamed for it
” Before you could process what was happening, he reached over and plucked the textbook out of your lap. “
then I might as well make it worth your while.”
“Ethan, don’t you dare—”
He ignored you completely, flipping through the book at random and reading in a voice that could only be described as obnoxiously dramatic, ‘Chapter five: Understanding basic psychological principles
’”
His tone deepened comically, dripping with mock seriousness. “Pay attention now. This is riveting stuff.”
You lunged to grab it back, but Ethan shifted his weight, pulling the book just out of your reach. You scrambled forward, close enough now that you were practically hovering over him. That’s when he did it—an innocent little thing that shouldn’t have sent heat crawling up your neck.
He looked up at you, holding the book high above his head, and said in a low, smooth voice, “C’mon. Ask nicely.”
You froze.
Something about the way he said it—soft, teasing, with that irritatingly perfect smirk, made your brain short-circuit. Your face went hot, and your mouth opened, but no words came out. Ethan blinked, his smug grin faltering slightly as he took in your reaction.
“Wait
” His brows knit together, and then oh no. His grin was back, bigger than ever. “Did that—did that just fluster you?”
“What? No!” you blurted, far too quickly.
Ethan leaned forward, squinting at you like you were a science experiment. “Oh my god. It did.” He looked thrilled. “I just told you to ask nicely, and you—” His voice dropped again, mocking you. “You got all flustered! Is this—do you have, like, a thing for—”
“Ethan, I swear—”
“Oh, you do, don’t you?” He practically cackled, his face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “What is it, huh? Is it the bossy thing? Or—wait—” He put on his best fake serious voice again. “Is it when someone tells you what to do?”
You shot him a glare, cheeks burning hotter by the second. “I will end you, Ethan.”
But Ethan was relentless. “Oh my god. I’ve cracked the code.” He leaned closer, smirking like he’d just discovered your darkest secret. “You like that, don’t you? That’s your thing.”
You opened your mouth to deny it, because of course you were going to deny it but the words caught in your throat. Ethan’s grin faltered for just a second, and he narrowed his eyes, watching you closely.
“Wait
 is it actually true?”
You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t breathe.
“No. Way.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his luck. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.”
“I hate you,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.
Ethan’s laughter was bright and unrelenting as he fell back against the couch. “Oh, this is the best day of my life. I’m never letting you live this down.” He looked up at you, eyes dancing with amusement, but something else, too—something sharper and darker, like he was tucking the knowledge away for later.
And when he said, just to push your buttons one last time, “Be good and sit back down,” you didn’t miss the way he watched your reaction like a hawk, nor the satisfied smirk when you obeyed without even thinking.
You were so doomed.
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atyourmerci · 10 months ago
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♡ Hook, line, and sinker (2) (sub!abby // follower req)
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Basketball!abby X nerdy reader
Read pt.1 here
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Summary: Abby gets eager to get another study seshion in within days of seeing her last
Warnings: smut, MDNI, sub!abby, top!reader, abby is a whiny sub, orgasming from being untouched, lots of tongue???, my digital footprint is assfucked, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader
A/N: sorry I left yall on a cliffhanger but pt.3(finale) will undoubtedly be my favorite, I’ve had it planned from the beginning so hehe. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. Love you like always, enjoy muah!
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She couldn’t even fucking look at you. Not a single glance. It’s as if her every pathetic whimper and plea would broadcast to the general public if she so much as looked your way.
It was pathetic, and a little comical to say the least. The power you held over her was obvious, and she knew it. It made her sick, the way she gave up so easily, broke down every wall, gave into you. But for fuck’s sake was it riveting, she couldn’t stop thinking of the intensity
how powerful yet slow you made it. How you worked your way into completing dissecting her.
She had never let any sexual manner have the chance of passion, intimacy. Sex was a goal to her. The intricacies getting to that destination were trivial to her. You fucked it all up, she started dwelling on it, growing obsessed of every detail you slowed masterfully.
She needed more.
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After a week of unmet glances and radio static you came to the conclusion that you completely wrecked the ox of a woman. All it took was a few words and your tongue to rip her out of her upheld perception of herself.
You tried fucking with her the second time you had class with her. Once, sure, maybe she was busy or concentrated for once, but twice? She was purposefully hiding, like a scared bunny from a predator.
You bumped into her walking out of class. If you could even call it a bump- more like you threw your body at her knowing that she couldn’t ignore it. At the touch of you she almost seized up, staring down at the floor in front of her, continuing her path. You threw her a teasing, “oh
sorry!” To which she returned with awkward mumbling, something along the lines of, “ah- uh-,” and continued almost in a run away from you.
You laughed it off. A few words and your tongue
fucking comical.
If avoiding her reality is the way that worked for her, so be it. There was no need to try to process her internal emotions- she couldn’t even do it. So, you let it die, you knew the type of person she was. You knew her dirty little secret.
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Another mind numbing night of studying till your eyes popped out of their sockets was in store for you. Staring at white pages filled with words and highlighting’s, fuck they could be in another language for all you knew at this hour.
It was getting late and you were about ready to throw the towel in, making it tomorrow mornings issue. You hear a buzz from your phone, rubbing your eyes you wonder who has the audacity to try speaking with you at this hour. “Abby Anderson,” illuminates on your face. At first you think you may be dreaming, your eyes weren’t working well at this point anymore.
A.A: Can we meet up this week, need help w the test
Now you need me?
A.A: huh
Nothing. Test isn’t for another 3 weeks
 why do you want to start now?
A.A: need to get ahead
Mmm okay. Tomorrow at the library?
A.A: too loud
Okay coffee shop
A.A: I don’t like coffee
I didn’t ask
A.A: I’ll be over at your place tomorrow- 8
Little late for studying
A.A: do you ever shut up
If you promise you’ll be nice
A.A: I didn’t say that
I’m sure you’ll be a good girl
A.A: let me come over
See you at 8 tomorrow.
Only Abby Anderson would attempt to booty call you through a ruse of studying. She usually came knocking down your door the night before the test begging you for your help. Three weeks before was, well
 pathetic.
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When she showed up at your dorm door, 8pm on the nose, she was more nervous than you had ever seen her. She blessed you with one weary glance as you whipped the door open, but continued her gaze down afterwards.
When she sat on the bed, for the first time she sat completely straight up, uncomfortably straight, folding her legs across and twiddling her fingers between her legs. A nervous habit you’d picked up from her on your last endeavor.
She never usually paid attention to your lecturing but fuck was it like she wasn’t even in the room this time. Throwing out quick “yeah’s” and “yup’s” on a routine after you’d say a thought.
You knew exactly what she came here for
but god was it fun to watch her squirm. You could’ve thrown her
okay maybe not thrown
but at least pushed her down on your bed so she didn’t have to do any work, give her the easy way out. But that would not have been amusing.
You’re in the middle of explaining a chemistry equation and- “can you just- do it,” she blurts out, stopping you completely in your tracks. You watch her intently, waiting for an elaboration you won’t get. Her eyes trained on her lap, waiting for you to pick up her scattered pieces and place them together.
“Do what abby?” You say faking curiosity. “You know,” she says in return. “I don’t think I do,” you taunt her. “Please-“ she says meekly. You begin to crawl silently towards her, moving her hands up from her lap so you can straddle her and move her hands back to tops of your thighs.
The sudden sensation causes her breath to hitch, her eyes watching her unwarranted hand placement on your thighs. You lightly grip her jawline so that she meets your eyes, just watching as her mouth opens in a pant.
“You make me nervous,” she says, if she could, she’d break your eye contact, but you wouldn’t let that happen.
“New game.”
She looks back at you puzzled, almost frightened. You grip your hand around her chin tighter, “you’re going to lay down, just like the last time, and I’m going lick every inch of you, and you’re going to tell me right where it’s sensitive, you understand?”
You watch as she gulps down a nervous breath, shaking her head rapidly, eyes dazed. “Good girl, now go lay down.” Her hands move to your hips, grasping down on the flesh desperately, “I can’t handle when you call me that-“
“No touching- or I stop.” She pulls her hands down quickly, moving her way to the back of your bed. “Y- okay. I-I promise.”
She looked like I child waiting to open presents on Christmas, eyes bright and wide, waiting for your command. This time you didn’t have to ask, she immediately ripped her shirt and sweats off, leaving her only in her sports bra and boxers adorned with a patch of slick forming in the center. You climb closer to her, kneeling between her thighs.
Just to toy with her further you slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse, her mouth starting to gape. Once it had been completely removed you started working on your shorts, slowly shimmying them down your thighs with your eyes trained onto her. She bit onto her lip watching as you were left only in your own bra and panties.
You climb back onto her, bare skin on bare skin. You wanted to tear into her, but taking your time to cut deep would be so much more rewarding. “You understand the rules?” You as watching her teeth cut into her lip, “mhm,” she replies through her closed mouth.
You lean into her, catching her shoulder with your tongue as she jolts into you. You feel her arms come up beside you but fall quickly. You trace it up to her collarbone, letting your teeth graze the thin skin there, following to where they met in the middle. You trail it up the middle of her throat, feeling the vibration of her breath.
“C-close,” she breaths out. You redirect to the side of her neck, right on the pulse. You already knew it was sensitive there but
it was fun.
“Fuck there,” she breathes out. You take your time licking down the throb, nipping at it, teasing the threat, eliciting as many little whimpers you can get out of her. Once you’ve had your fun you move up, catching the lobe of her ear with your teeth, “holy fuck- yeah there,” she groans out.
You bring your mouth into her ear, whispering gently into it as your hand snakes against the opposite side of her neck, “what? No ones ever touched you here?”
She groans back at you, “n-no. Never.” You return back to the shell of her ear, nipping at the surrounding flesh.
You begin your decent, your clothed cunt reaching hers, “take this off for me pretty,” you say outlining her bra with your fingertips. She feverishly nods tossing it off of her. You lean into her chest, taking no time to meet your tongue to her rose pink bud. Her body jolts up at the sensation, her chest growing a deep shade of pink.
“There. Right there!” You begin circling it, saturating it with your spit, “I know baby,” you say glancing back into her eyes, lidded trying to keep them open so she can watch you, but it was getting so so hard.
Your teeth latch onto it, encasing the bud gently. Flushed red as the blood raced to them, teeth purpling dots into the soft flesh. The whimpers falling off her pathetic throat.
“You k-know you c-ant talk to me like that,” you watch as her hands grip into the sheets, knuckles whitening. “You can come baby, I won’t be mad.” Your fingers come up to twist her untouched nipple as you lap your tongue at the swollen one in your mouth.
The pool of your own arousal soaking into hers, even covered you can feel the pulsing of her, repeated by your own.
“I- I can’t.” She pants out as her hips buck up into your clothed core. “Yes you can, you’re being such a good girl, show me how good you feel.”
“Please- no n-not like this.” Her head drops into your pillow
she’s so fucking close. The red on her chest now trailing up her neck.
“Come for me pretty girl, just like that, rub that pretty pussy into me.” She begins shaking, trying to stop herself, but it was too late.
“Fffffffuckkkkkkkk,” she begins reeling, whimpering through her reluctant orgasm. Her hips grind into yours as her chest splattered with beads of sweat rapidly rises and falls. “Good girl, keep going.” She rides it out as long as she can, chasing her own pathetic untouched high.
Once she settles she glances up at you dazed, as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. You stare back smugly, sure of your power.
“That was- embarrassing.” She ashamedly shakes her head, letting the tight grip of the sheets go. “Quite hot on the contrary,” you dismiss. “God if anyone ever-“ she begins to protest.
“Let me show you how it makes me feel,” you cut her off, dismantling yourself from her so that your legs frame around hers, wide open.
Your own pool of slick dripping out the sides of your thin panties. She gawks at the site, unable to remove her gaze from the sense of familiarity. The feeling of intensity so tight you cant stop yourself from the natural reaction.
“Can I-“ she begins to reach out to you but you cut her short, “no.” You dismiss her with no room for discussion.
This wasn’t about your secret. It was about hers.
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freelance-spirit · 17 days ago
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The Christmas comic’s over but the tithing is yet to end. If you have something you want drawn or have a riveting question don’t be shy cause it tis the season and I’m a claerin’ out my ask box. Happiest Holidays❗
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pagesandpothos · 24 days ago
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Hidden Gems of 2024
I read a lot of new releases in 2024 and many of those are really great books that have been getting a lot of well-deserved attention. There are a few however that I think deserve some more hype.
Here are a few underrated gems that I think deserve even more readers and much more praise. All of these are LGBTQIA+ and most are romantasy since that is what I enjoyed the most this year.
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Sorcery and Small Magics by Maiga Doocy: As I've said many times, this is my favorite book of the year. If you love fantasy, queer slow burns, spells gone wrong, or the forced proximity trope then this is a must-read. There's no release date yet for book #2 but I'm hopeful we'll get a date soon! I can't wait to continue Leo and Grimm's story!
Running Close to the Wind by Alexandra Rowland: Alexandra Rowland is an author that most fans of queer books love, so this might be less of a "hidden gem" than some of the others on this list, but I'm still including it because I think it deserves even more attention. This is truly the funniest book I have ever read. I don't think I have ever had so much fun reading a book!
Shoestring Theory by Mariana Costa: This was one of the biggest surprises of the year for me. This is an excellent queer romantasy that has complex characters and relationships with an exciting time-travel plot. If you love complicated enemies-to-lovers stories, you should check this one out.
This Will Be Fun by E.B. Asher: is a sweet and funny cozy romantasy about a group of heroes who once saved their realm. Now, they're on a second mission after a decade of estrangement. This is a silly and fun time with two second-chance romances (one is sapphic). There's a great friendship storyline as well.
All The Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows: is a followup to the popular queer romantasy, A Strange and Stubborn Endurance. This is just as good as the first book with an exciting political plot, great development for Vel/Cae, and good new characters.
Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell: A delightful and dark fairytale that somehow manages to be both gruesome and feel like a cozy fantasy at the same time. There's a sapphic monster romance with an asexual human woman that is incredibly sweet.
The Crack at the Heart of Everything by Fiona Fenn: Is a terrific redemption story about two men who fought for the villain's side in a devastating war. Orpheus and Fenrir have an amazing rivals-to-lovers story that starts as a little comic relief and grows into something truly heartfelt. The world-building feels like a cool blend of high-fantasy, post-apocalyptic, Dystopia, and even horror. This is a unique and adventurous addition to the queer romantasy genre.
Spitting Gold by Carmella Lowkis: A historical mystery that focuses on two sisters with references to Charles Perrault's The Fairies. It's about the two siblings' complicated dynamic and how every story has two sides. There's also a Sapphic love story involving one of the sisters.
The Sins on Their Bones by Laura R. Samotin: A dark and queer fantasy based on Jewish mythology. The last half of this book is so riveting and shocking. I truly had no idea what would be happening next.
Key Lime Sky by Al Hess: is a sci-fi romance about a non-binary character who witnesses an alien invasion. The main character is memorable and the plot is delightfully weird and fun. The romance is fantastic, with a seriously charming and funny meet-cute.
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victorsandvanquishers · 2 months ago
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The Red House (and all who live in its walls) - Chapter 22 - END
Fandom: DC Comics
Ships: Bart Allen/Kon El <3
Ratings: M+
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers; Southern Gothic Horror; area man continues engaging in consensual necrophilia
Story Synopsis: When former child star and Metropolis sweetheart Kon 'Superboy' El loses the last vestiges of his career to rampant partying and a budding alcohol addiction, he's forced to move into an old house in the Georgian woods because he can't afford his apartment or his bills anymore. Never the quitter, Kon embraces the crumbling antebellum house and all of its possibilities.
[Bart Allen/Kon El, No Powers AU, Gothic horror romance; retelling of Superboy 1994]
Chapter Summary: All's fair in love, war, and hacked employee databases. In other words, the tale of Kon El and Bartholomew Heinrich Allen finally comes to a riveting end.
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Aaaand finish! Thank you to everyone for reading and enjoying this book! I actually finished writing it in about four months, but I wanted to take everyone on the slowburn ride with me. You could say I've had this weirdo retelling in my mind for a while now. Years of not-so-carefully-thought out planning lol, but hey, I'm in my thirties now, so I can spend a couple of hours a day crunching words with my favorite midnight oil. And that's precisely what I did! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you, and until next time. See y'all at the next BartKon rodeo!
and leve comiiiiints (~˘▟˘)~
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lychgate · 1 year ago
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Echo brain comic?? My beloved?
this one's pretty new and id like to in the least get some segments drawn up if i can
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i went balls deep in depth about my personal ideas of Echo's structure and how it works, it has much more writing rn then art lemme get some snippets:
tech and echo begin digging around in his wiring as echo's health has lately began to decline rapidly. Blood transfusions are becoming daily, exhaustion occurs much quicker, and newest to the issues are these seemingly random seizures. They've attempted many outside options at remedying the problem but it was becoming urgently clear that the only way to get answers would be to open up his system and understand exactly how his body operates from the inside out. Echo is mostly on edge because he fears finding the answer that is he's just doomed to die soon, and that his body was in no way sustainable outside of that fridge. He fears the idea of dying so much that he has manic considerations of being put back in some sort of stasis chamber. Death, which he never feared prior to the citadel, but now he's come to be you know uhhh quite traumatized from it. But he also hates the idea of that fridge!! caught between two terrible options, wowie here ill add some more breakdown of that in a read more if anyone is interested in paragraphs of bullshit:
as for a brief descriptor on the shit on his head and body, from this paragraph:
Tech: these rivets across your skull are not simple ports one can just plug into. They're a very unique structure, containing an extremely delicate, but long system of thin metallic fibers wiring throughout your brain. These 'rivets' then act as anchors to those metal fibers, which then respond to very specific electric signals that we can access at the nodes on the surface here. If the signals sent are not exact. Well. Echo: yeah I get it I get it.
and some write up on how Tech begins to diagnose the problem:
Eventually Tech will find his way into deeper functions of the brain, finding shortcuts that were already developed by the Techno Union scientists for the sake of their own equipment likely. Categorized sections for monitoring all sorts of chemicals and levels within Echo's body, most of which were left on an automatic function to regulate.
Tech begins to understand that the key issue is that this program, and these automatic functions, were fitted for exactly the stasis chamber Echo had been put in, and if they want to begin fixing Echos phsyical body, he would have to start going in and coding line for line, functions that pertain to the body on a sustainability outside that fridge. Some functions were completely turned off, being that Echo was getting fed certain synthesized chemicals thru the machine, his brain had to be telling itself NOT to produce said things naturally.
But it's all very finicky work that requires continuous maintenance and updates, not much unlike a patch update to any other computer program, except this is Echo's life. It's an impossible amount of code to do in any short time frame, and so Tech will begin splicing lines of code from similar organic droids with systems of similar complexity.
They handle these sessions once per week, giving time for Echo's body to catch up and adjust. At first he begins feeling some nausea, his heart rate starts rising, but he insists something feels good about it and urges Tech to keep going. Echo begins to feel warmth back in his body, his mood increases, after about a month hair begins to grow again, muscle mass fills in what once was skeletal limbs, nail beds regain a lively shine. Besides a few errors in updates like over producing a chemical or small bouts of insomnia, everything seems On Course.
and then:
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So now we get into the meat of the drama, which is a lot of Echo mania and identity issues:
By this point Tech has outfitted much easier screw on parts so they can go in and out of this program faster (the set up previously was hours of work) so pulling that up he theorizes that he will have to do more then just reverse programs that the Techno Union set up. Tech now believes he'll have to create NEW systems, as the old program appears to be getting corrupted from all of Tech's editing. The seizures are, at this point to their best guess, coming from this. That parts of his brain are literally crashing, and soon he's going to start having more serious issues like bro is gonna just have a massive stroke at some point. Tech points that out all regular voice and Echo is just 'great im back in the mental swamp' Now that Echo's learned that he has corrupted files eating away at his brain, and that the chance of having a massive stroke is like inevitable, he's back to feeling like anxious shit. It doesn't help that this will take Tech a lot of time to figure out. Truthfully he's putting as much effort as he can into it, but this is when Echo begins to get Really mentally unwell. He's both worrying and also trying NOT to worry out of fear that it's going to complicate the program even more. Echo begins to have identity issues, coming to rely more on the mechanics then the organics that make him. He doesn't feel like a human with robot parts anymore, he feels like a robot with human parts.
and it keeps going like there's parts where echo is begging Tech to up programs on dopamine generation and Tech has to turn him down cause that would just be creating an addiction problem, situations where Echo starts trying to mess with his own brain, situations where he tries to kill Tech, its a lot of rambling but im not a writer, like i can't write for shit and I'd like to try and draw it instead
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iguanadonis · 10 months ago
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my transmasc mechanic Loum from Rivets â›“ïžđŸ©¶
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