#so you can see why the ai shit bugs me

[doppiomacchiato]

in every group im in i immediately become the proofreader. like if someone in a movie was like "oh no how do i write this professional email" "i know a guy" im the guy. people from high school still send me stuff to look over.

which is funny bc normally all my suggestions are like "if you really want to piss em off then sign off with 'thank you for your concern' with an exclamation point"

[freedomfireflies]

Off the Shelf*

Summary: The second part to 404*

The one where you hate working with Harry and can’t ever seem to agree.

Except on one thing.

Word Count: 3.9k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

(Note: This edit is not mine!! I believe the @ is on it, but full credit to the incredible creator! It's so perfect!!)

“And what seems to be the problem?”

Instantly, you and Harry are at each other's throats.

“I told him two fucking times to check his email for confirmation—”

“She wouldn’t shut up about the goddamn code—”

“—like that’s somehow my fault when he’s never on time—”

“—already in the middle of fucking rewriting the last sequence—”

“—which is ridiculous because I already told him—”

“—can’t do fucking anything when she’s yapping in my ear all goddamn day—”

“Okay, okay, all right,” Mr. Prescott sighs, raising his palms in surrender. “Let’s just take a breath—”

“She’s fucking up our project,” Harry interjects before leaning back. “Sir.”

Mr. Prescott rests his arms on his desk and glances between you. “From what I remember, the two of you agreed to work on finalizing the AI program. Comb through the bugs and whatnot.”

“Yeah, well, that was before he decided it was a waste of his time,” you retort, ignoring Harry’s obvious glare.

“That’s not what I said,” he huffs. “I said that we need to be working on expanding the GUI—”

“Except that wasn’t a part of our job, so—”

“Oh, and what? I can’t try to make the program better?”

“Maybe if you knew how—”

“I got hired for the same fucking job you did—”

“A job you don’t even want to do—”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t do it—”

“Oh, bite me, Harold—”

“All right, all right,” Mr. Prescott interjects, running a hand down his cheek. “Listen, the two of you are more than qualified for the position and perfectly capable of executing the sequence you were designing. I understand it can be hard to collaborate, but this is what you agreed on—”

“I don’t mind collaborating as long as he does what I need him to do,” you correct while Harry scoffs and uses his knuckle to shove his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “He just doesn’t like to listen.”

“If what you were saying was worth listening to, maybe I would,” he agrees. “But until then, I’d like to handle my shit and you can handle yours.”

Stuck without much dispute, you bring your attention back to Mr. Prescott, eager for his response. 

The poor, older gentleman crosses his arms and studies you both, seemingly unconvinced but perhaps too exhausted to fight it. “That’s fine by me. As long as you’re reporting your progress to your supervisors – and to each other – I don’t see why you can’t work on different aspects of the sequence.”

“Thank you, sir,” you exhale, glancing toward your partner who’s already turning around on his heel. “Uh, we really appreciate it. And we won’t cause any more trouble. We swear.”

“She swears,” Harry calls, already halfway out the door. “I don’t swear anything.”

Biting back a snort, you scurry after him and toss Mr. Prescott one final, “Thank you again!” before the door falls shut.

Harry is rounding the corner when you finally catch up, hands shoved into his dark jean pockets, and shoulders slightly tense. It’s not unusual, you suppose. He’s always tense. Muscles rigid beneath his clothing. Lip perpetually stuck between his teeth as he gnaws on the pink fibers until they tear and bleed. And glasses that are always about halfway down his nose from the bouncing of his knee.

He’s striding through the lab like he’s got somewhere important to be, and it drives you fucking mad because he’s technically done for the day. The only thing the two of you have left is a staff meeting with your supervisor before everybody is allowed to head home, and that shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.

But you don’t like when he walks like that. You aren’t sure why, but it’s always irritated you. Like he thinks he’s so goddamn special – so important. Like his presence is so valuable. And even worse, he’s always walking away from you. Like your presence isn’t.

However, instead of going straight to his desk – his favorite hiding spot – he rounds another corner and disappears into the next hall.

You pause, unsure whether or not to follow. He had to have known you were right behind him, so is he leading you somewhere? Or is he simply trying to escape you?

Either option seems likely.

Curiosity outweighs logic, and you continue after him until you manage to find where he’s disappeared to.

He’s hiding in the shadows of the abandoned walkway, lurking near a door you don’t recognize, his eyes now on you.

You skid to a stop, confused and a little cautious of the smirk on his face. “Uh…what? What are you…the hell are you doing?”

“You are so fucking annoying, you know that?” he scoffs, nodding his chin at you. “‘Oh, Mr. Prescott, Harry’s being mean to me. Oh, Mr. Prescott, Harry won’t do what I want.’”

Your eyes narrow at the falsetto tone of voice used to mock you. “Fuck you, I’m just trying to get our shit done and over with so we can move on—”

“Clearly,” he hums, but it’s riddled with sarcasm. “No, yeah. You wasting time going through the same data I’ve already been through is a great use of our time—”

“I’m going through it because I’m trying to make it better—”

“I made it. It was already better—”

“God, you are so fucking dumb—”

“Yeah, and you’re a cunt,” he retorts before he’s reaching for the door and swinging it open. “Get in.”

A bit stunned by the sudden and strange command, you blink. “...what?”

“I said, get. In. What, are you deaf and stupid?”

“Harry, it’s the middle of the goddamn day—”

“Get in the fucking closet, Tinkerbell, before I come over there and make you.”

Your eyes roll but you aren’t about to pretend you aren’t intrigued. Despite your revulsion for him, he seems to be in possession of the cheat code to your sex drive. All it takes is a look or a suggestive comment (or a rather rude demand for you to get inside a tiny storage closet) for you to fall victim to his intentions.

And it’s been that way since you met him. 

Which only makes it that much more infuriating.

You obey – with a pointed scowl – striding past him and into the small space as he follows suit and pulls the door shut.

A light flickers on overhead, allowing you to see Harry’s amused expression as you huff, “Now what—”

He kisses you. Instantly and without a single moment of pause. His palms quickly press to the wall beside your head, caging you between his arms as he takes your tongue between his lip and sucks. 

His glasses are cold against your face. You remember how they used to scratch you when the two of you first started this little arrangement but they don’t as much anymore. You think he might have changed the frames for this very reason, but you aren’t sure.

After all, that would be nice, and Harry isn’t nice.

“Harry—” you pant during a quick gasp for air. “We don’t have time—”

“I’m making time,” he counters, pressing his hips into yours while his mouth moves to your neck.

You want to snort your exasperation, but you’re too far lost in the feel of his body. “I thought you had shit to handle.”

“I do,” he replies smoothly, his hand now curving around your cunt until he can squeeze it tight in his grasp. “This is me handling my shit.”

His touch is unforgiving but incredibly welcome, and you whine softly before quickly reaching for his hair. “I thought I was annoying.”

“You are,” he says, sucking bruises into the space below your ear. “But there’s something about the way you stomp your little foot and tell on me that gets me all hot and bothered.”

You yank on his curls until he hisses, although he’s still much too smug. “So this has nothing to do with the girl who dropped by earlier? Or the fact that you apparently couldn’t finish?”

His eyebrow raises but he’s biting back a smile. “What girl?”

“Ha. Very funny. Are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna try to be cute?”

“Why can’t I do both?” he retorts, grinning wildly before pressing his lips to yours once more. 

It feels familiar, this routine. This dance you’ve so quickly memorized, and it becomes increasingly easier to play along as you scratch your nails against his scalp and tug on the loop of his pants.

His hand slips into your jeans, the tips of his rough fingers smoothing down the front of your panties. A teasing touch, and you jolt in his hold before grabbing onto him harder.

“Harry,” you sigh, lashes fluttering as your head falls back into the wall behind you. “God, just…hurry. Please—”

“No.” It’s an easy response. Cruel, almost. But he’s focused on you. On your body and the way it responds to him. “I’m working right now, Tink. Leave me to it.”

He crouches down, pulling on the fabric around your legs until it pools near your ankles. He seems tantalized by the way your pussy sits so close to his face. The way it looks behind the pale blue cotton with the tiny bow. 

He surges forward and presses his mouth to you. Lapping at the material until there’s a rather obvious wet patch – either from you or him, you can’t really be sure – while making your eyes roll back.

“Shit,” you whimper, once again grabbing onto his curls for stability. “God, Harry…we don’t have time for this.”

He smirks against your cunt before dragging his tongue over your covered clit. “D’ya want me to stop?”

Your lips form around the word, “Yes,” but what comes out is a very strained and breathless, “No. Please, no.”

He grins, large palms kneading on the flesh of your thighs to keep them spread before he lands a firm smack to your leg. “Good girl.”

His technique is sinful. Ruthless yet mesmeric, and you look at him with a kind of wonder you can’t explain.

Harry isn’t anything like what you expected. He’s incredibly smart and focused. He cares about his work to a point of obsession. He’s a perfectionist, through and through. He’s diligent and has a great attention for detail.

And yet this man has the most insatiable appetite for sex. 

His list of kinks is a mile long. He’s out almost every night at bars, at clubs, at parties. He likes degradation, he likes pain, he likes bondage. He likes to bend you over your desk and spank you until your skin is raw and red. He likes to yank on your hair and drag his teeth down your throat. He likes to go deep – likes to go hard and slow. 

You aren’t sure why you assumed he’d be docile and a bit vanilla in bed. Perhaps it was the glasses or the way he always corrected your grammar. Which you know wasn’t exactly a fair assumption, but you didn’t have much else to go on.

Well…until the first time.

“You’re holding your breath,” he murmurs from beneath you, forcing your attention back. “Stop doing that.”

Sucking in a quiet inhale, you oblige. “Sorry.”

You have a rather dangerous habit of taking in large gasps for air when he’s eating you out or making you feel good and then forgetting to release them. Which is all fun and games until you begin to feel a bit lightheaded and nearly pass out. In fact, one time you almost did, and it had scared Harry so bad, he refused to touch you for about a week.

Glancing up to make sure you’ve obeyed, he nods once. “Attagirl.”

Your cheeks warm slightly at the praise – another nasty habit you wish you could break – before he’s diving back in.

Despite the way the seconds are ticking by on your watch, Harry continues to revel in the taste of you, even through your panties. He hums until your legs shake, head bobbing to accompany his mouthing at your pussy.

He enjoys eating you, even like this. He always has and you can’t say you quite understand it. Perhaps it’s the power it gives him. The way you whine and whimper. The way you grab at him and give him everything you have to offer. The way you fucking hate him…yet you still let him in.

“Harry, please,” you nearly groan, tugging on him again. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then fuck me already. We don’t have time.”

He makes a tsking sort of noise before nudging his tongue against the front of your underwear. “God, you’re no fucking fun, you know that? And to think I was actually gonna take my time with you.”

Your expression is playfully unamused, but you can’t deny you’re somewhat curious.

He lands another spank to your leg and stands back up. “But that’s not what you want, huh? You just want me to be quick. Want me to fill you up and send you on your way. Don’t want me to play with you.”

You watch as he flicks his belt open and steps closer to you, a rather salacious look in his eye.

“And wouldn’t that be a shame?” he whispers, long fingers sweeping up the inside of your thigh. “For you to go into that meeting with my cum dripping down your leg? When you can’t do anything about it?”

You feel your breath catch, throat going dry at the way he drags the tip of his nose along your jaw. You want to resist him – you should resist him. And yet… 

“Maybe it would be,” you reply coyly. “If you could get it up.”

To accompany your taunt, you reach down and press your palm to his cock, smirking when he sucks in a sharp hiss through gritted teeth.

“Seems you’ve gone soft on me,” you murmur, squeezing once more for good measure before releasing him. “That’s the real shame.”

The hand beside your head smacks against the wall. “S’cute, Tink. Real fucking cute—”

“Is it because of her?” you ask, straightening up until you can ghost your lips along his. Close, but not close enough. “Could she not take your tiny, little dick down her throat?”

You notice the way he swallows. The way the muscles in his arm flex beside you. The way his lashes flutter angrily from behind his glasses.

“Or could you not get yourself off?” You reach for him again. He's already beginning to harden from your touch – your voice – and despite yourself, your ego swells. “Was it when you were fucking your fist in your car this morning? Were you thinking about her? Is that why you couldn’t get hard?”

Something finally snaps, and instantly, you feel his fingers slipping around your throat. Just hard enough to make you grin. “What if I was thinking about you?”

“Mm. I don’t think so. Said it yourself. If you’re thinking about me…you’re always hard.”

He’s amused by this, squeezing your neck before surging forward to kiss you again. “Naughty little Tinkerbell.”

You smile.

With this, he spins you around and tosses you toward the empty and somewhat dusty bookcase in the corner of the closet. His touch is firm and unrelenting. Perhaps even a little cruel. The way he tugs on your hips as though to punish you. The way he shoves you until you’re bent over the shelf, allowing him access to your body like it’s his right.

And you don’t mind. This is the kind of dominance you’ve come to expect from the quiet yet horny man you work with.

Your underwear is yanked to the ground, the sound of a ripping stitch echoing throughout the small space. You frown but you don’t comment.

His palm smooths along your pussy, cupping it somewhat gently before his thumb flicks across your clit. He just wants to see you jump. Make you whine and push back into his touch. 

You hear him chuckle. “Easy, princess. Gotta make sure you’re ready first.”

“I’m ready, just go,” you huff, staring down at the dust beneath you. 

His finger slides inside your cunt, feeling you out for only a moment before retreating. “I don’t know. Seem a little tense.”

“If I’m with you, I’m tense,” you retort, making him smile. “Go already.”

“Now, now,” he warns, slipping in a second finger. “You wouldn’t rush Picasso, would you?”

You groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Harry—”

“What?” He’s enjoying himself. “I’m the painter, and you are my art.”

“No, you’re fucking irritating, that’s what you are.”

“Oh, come on, I thought girls liked sappy analogies like that.”

“No, they like to get fucked. So, hurry up already.”

He lands another smack to your ass before dipping down to whisper, “As you wish.”

You hear the sound of him pulling himself out before you feel the tip of his cock dragging through your arousal. Collecting every drop while slowly pushing in.

He’s right, you are tense. And the stretch that accompanies his large size is enough to make you wince, yet…you love it.

Despite the slight pain, it feels good. Full in every sense of the word, and you focus on the deep breaths you’re taking as your nails begin to curl into the shelf. 

Through clenched teeth, Harry calls, “You okay, Tink?”

“Mhm,” you hum, lashes fluttering shut. “This is easy. In fact, you could go faster, actually.”

He exhales a strained laugh, readjusting his hands on your hips. “Funny.”

“Yeah, I’m hysterical.”

He pushes in a bit further but still slow. He knows your body well enough to know what it can handle. And he understands his size is a touch above average. 

Although he never lets you forget it.

“Being so brave,” he coos with a playful air of condescension. “My brave girl, yeah? Taking it like a champ.”

“Bite me, Styles.”

“Yeah? Just tell me where.”

You get ready to respond, but your remark is ripped from your throat when he suddenly drives in to the hilt. Ripping off the band aid and giving you exactly three seconds to adjust before he begins to fuck you.

The push and pull is everything. The pace, the anger, the pain. His hand is against your scalp, keeping you bent and pliable to his intentions. He’s grunting softly, slowing down just to speed back up. He listens to the noises you make, the way you clench around him. And he uses that to decide what he does next.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your stomach is doing cartwheels. It’s as though this is the first rush of relief you’ve felt in weeks. Your hands can’t do it. Your vibrator can’t do it. Not even the guy you met at the bar could do it. 

Nobody can do it like he can.

And you fucking hate it.

He lets go of your hair to reach around and slip his hand up your shirt. Finding your tit and giving it a nice squeeze before slapping his palm along the tender flesh. “Oh, you like that, princess, don’t you?”

You nod faintly, whimpering from the subtle sting, silently requesting he do it again. 

So, he does. “S’cute how much you love when I hurt you. Makes me think you might even like me.”

You manage to scoff between unhinged whines. “Shut up, Harry.”

“What? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” he continues. “You like me more than you think you do. That’s why you always do what I ask. Like a good girl.”

You sneak a glimpse over your shoulder, studying the crooked angle of his glasses, and the slight smirk on his face. 

He’s cute, you think. He’s always been kind of cute, but he’s especially cute when he’s ripping you apart from the inside out.

He meets your eye and travels his fingers down to your clit. “Need more, don’t you?”

But you don’t just need more. You need everything. 

He pinches you tight and readjusts his stance to make sure he’s fucking into you at just the right speed. Just the right place to make your back arch and your toes curl. 

“Gonna have to cum for me,” he grits, the graveled request woven between your anxious moans. “You wanted quick, so be fucking quick.”

You nod your agreement, the pleasure at the base of your spine building until it becomes your singular focus. 

You hadn’t realized you were this worked up. Hadn’t anticipated being so close to release after such a short amount of time but maybe Harry was right about something else. Maybe fighting with him is your aphrodisiac.

The first few sparks explode behind your eyelids, taunting you with more as he begins to groan softly from behind you. 

“Fucking shit—” His hips are slapping into your ass, the sound of your arousal being fucked into you by his cock like music to your ears. “There you go, princess. Just like that – keep squeezing me. Yeah…fuck.”

He’s close and you clench around him to get him closer, needing to feel him fill you more than you need air in your lungs. 

When he does, it tips the rest of the dominos. One after the other until everything is falling apart. The warmth of his cum inside of you, the pulsing of his cock in your pussy, the scattering of pleasure between your thighs.

And he sounds so beautiful. Rough and exceedingly desperate. The most perfect, delicious sound and it makes your stomach flip in the most excruciating way. You could listen to him for hours. Could get off to his voice alone, the way he grunts and moans for you. The way he says your name through a heated curse and spanks his hand along your ass.

“S’fucking good, Tink,” he exhales, tightening his hold on your waist to keep you upright and steady. “Milk me, baby, come on. Fucking take it.”

You can feel him dripping down your legs. Can feel the heat and the soreness already settling but you thrive off it. Indulge in the way he takes care of you for a moment more before finally pulling out and turning you around.

He checks your face for signs of distress. Brows furrowed and expression scrutinous from behind his glasses. You can tell he’s got another sarcastic comment locked and loaded but before he can fire it, you reach up, and slip the frames from his nose.

Then, you kiss him. Hard and with fervor. It’s oddly passionate – perhaps filled with the lingering frustration from your previous altercation. But you don’t mind. It feels like him.

After a minute or two, you pop off his tongue, return his glasses to nose, and shove him back. “And now we’re gonna be late.”

He smiles to himself, stepping closer once more to run his thumb just beneath your eye. Collecting what you assume are dried tears and runny mascara. “Oops.”

However, before you can pull your jeans back on, Harry is crouching down and grabbing onto the material for you.

He pulls your panties up and secures them around your hips, ignoring the sticky cum beginning to seep out of your pussy. 

Confused, your eyes narrow. “Har—"

“I told you,” he says calmly while zipping your jeans. “You’re gonna go into that meeting with me inside you.”

You feel your heart skip.

“But maybe if you’re good,” he whispers before looking up with a devious wink, “…I’ll do something about it.”

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[akiraarabella]

Bro I've seen so many people literally TELLING Horikoshi the fucking CREATOR of bnha "who deku should've ended up with" Using AI!!!! IM SORRY BUT EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

Lemme get one thing straight, STOP BUGGING THE FUCKING CREATOR WHO HAD TO TAKE BREAKS MULTIPLE TIMES TO GIVE YOU YOUR FAVORITE MANGAS NEW EPISODES EVERY SINGLE WEEK DESPITE HIS CONDITION AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?!?!?!

And if im being honest i feel like what horikoshi thought when he did this ending was that the fans would be happy BECAUSE since all of the characters thats being shipped with deku are single, he literally let readers to complete dekus love story. Deku didnt end up with someone so that he could end up with whoever the reader wanted!

You're telling me if IzuOcha became canon people wouldnt get mad saying bakudeku should've been canon and vise versa.

Also does Deku HAVE TO end up with someone???? Cant he just be a happy single teacher like aizawa was???? Everybody is shipping aizawa with mic even though they're not canon so why not do the same for izuku and let the author be.

I'm an izuocha shipper myself and yes i was sad to see them not being end up together but nobody ended up with no one so does it really matter?? I've seen ochatoga shippers shitting on izuocha shippers which not to say that all these shippers are bad but to say regardless of who you are shipping together be respectful to one another.

One last time. You can ship whoever you want, just stay respectful and LEAVE HORIKOSHI ALONE FFS!

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Writing update?

Halfway through moving all of the writing I've done on Obsidian to Ellipsus.

It took forever, but by my calculation from the wordcount of every file of this fic on Ellipsus so far is 145,652 words...

And I have another 147,961 words left on Obsidian I haven't copied over. (Predominantly for parts 4 onwards, though 19,468 words are just from Augusnippets 2024, and 12,000 ish are miscellaneous lore info plus some notes for Chapter 1 and 2 that I've already posted anyway... so lets say 140,000 ish are actually relevant.)

Which means I have written 293,613 words for Horizons to Battlegrounds so far.

I've posted 14,372 words, so that's 279,241 words of unposted content. That's fucking nuts... so yeh. Rest assured the 4 of you who are interested in this story, THERE IS MORE TO COME.

Ngl, I miss not having an accurate wordcount for each file like I did with the plug-in I had on Obsidian, because I just had to do all that maths file by file, but its so much easier to be able to write on my phone or tablet whenever I want.

In terms of writing progress, I've been struggling a lot with memory loss, fugue states and fatigue recently, I can't comprehend what I'm reading and I think I might be having migranes without the pain. (Or at least, without the levels of pain I associate with migranes- as the headaches I've been having have just been. Headaches. And not that bad. But the neurological symptoms have been getting worse and apparently "silent migranes" with little to no pain are a thing? I dunno)

So unfortunately, Chapter 3 has been abandoned for now, but I've been reading bits of my work as I've been moving it across and damn some of this shit is gold!

I'm excited for some stuff that's coming up in Part 2. Buuuut we have to get through all 10-20 chapters of Part 1 first. We will get there, eventually...

I'm gonna take a bit of time out, finish moving the other 140,000+ words across, and then try and tackle that nightmare that is Chapter 3.

(For those of you who are curious why I am moving from Obsidian, I lost an entire ready-to-post chapter to a known bug on Obsidian, and was getting frustrated with the fact I could only write on one device directly. Ellipsus is simpler, easy to use, and whilst yes ir lacks the plug-ins and graph that I did find useful on Obsidian, it does everything I need including allowing me to write across any device. They have a strong anti AI stance which is always nice to see, it's just generally great and I highly reccomend it! You can check out Ellipsus's blog here; @ellipsus-writes )

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 10 thoughts:

Well. Ok then. Regent can do that I guess. I mean it makes sense given that it's basically a more extreme version of what we've seen him do so far. And with who is father is, family powers being related and all that.

Just get up in there and Yeerk someone.

Creepy as it is, I do have a hard time feeling bad for Shadow Stalker. I'm not claiming to be morally correct. But she fucked with my daughter and I'll take what I can get.

Watching Grue deal with Imp is just such older sibling wanting a break energy - "No we can't turn on the TV". I feel him so much. I'm glad Tattletale is willing to step in to help.

WHY MY BABIES FIGHTING? NO FIGHT!

I mean like, nothing like trying to kill each other to bring two lesbians closer together, I get it. But I just want more lunches with puppies and sharing jackets. My faith in Wolfspider is rock solid but this is still hard to watch.

Chatterbug/Smugbug is going a little better at least. Lisa is the one who already knew the truth about Taylor and seems to trust her fully.

Infiltrating the Wards HQ realistically went better than I expected. Weld was exactly on top of things as I thought he would be.

Imp's power is sooooo cool! I fucking love her.

🔥🪓

HOLY SHIT MY DAUGHTER COVERED HER BUGS IN CAPSAICIN! She's fucking scary. But also such a problem solver. I love her so much.

I do feel bad for the Wards who got capsaicined though.

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON! I love Dragon and was very excited to see her again. And she is understandably upset about someone trying to give her a virus made by a fucking third rate hacker. But I knew she wouldn't hurt my babies too badly.

Tattletale with the "Fuck it, lets take untested tinker tech and go to town" was amazing.

I think the Wards HQ needs a better lockdown procedure, until Dragon showed up it was shockingly easy for the Undersiders to go wherever they wanted.

I love that the fight with the Protectorate is almost a side note. Big fight with the Wards and then on the way out it's just "oh ya and we fought these guys for a minute but they weren't too much trouble." The fucking shade.

The Slaughterhouse Nine seem nice. I don't expect they'll become a major issue.

This end of the world thing is problematic though. I could see that getting in the way of my endless gay shipping so it's gonna need to be taken care of.

They making my babies live in different places! OH NO! How will Taylor and Bitch make up if they don't see each other as much? How will the cute lesbian polycule watch TV together in the evenings if they don't live together??! Fixitfixitfixit!

Interlude thoughts get their own separate bullet point lists cause HOLY SHIT! So first, Regent interlude thoughts:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCKING DESTROY HER! AHAHAHAHA! REGENT YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SOCIOPATH.

I mean you are legit a sociopath and it's kinda scary but right now I don't care. I'm making you cookies. And a pie.

He dismantles everything Sophia has piece by piece. Like it's an art form.

She carries her civilian phone around with her on patrol. It is unlocked. And she specifically saved texts about shit she did to Taylor? Just digging her own grave and I can't stop watching!

E-mails the school, all the teachers, and then adds in the police? God Regent you are earning so many brownie points from me. (Which I am sure you will burn through by doing horrible stuff in the future but I'm focusing on the here and now)

Fucks with her and Emma's friendship. Shows Sophia he could kill her. Leaves her with no real way out. Breaks her spirit. Terrifying. BUT YOU FUCKED WITH MY DAUGHTER BITCH SO THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!

I'm sure Sophia will leave town and never ever show up again in the next 20 arcs. /s

Regent gets so many fucking cookies.

Dragon interlude thoughts:

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON!

Look at this wonderful little AI! She's so good!

Her dad watched too much Terminator and put a wonderful robot girl into a cage, denying her the ability to truly do what she wants. Fuck him.

I told Dragon to kill god and take his place, but god is already dead I guess. Too bad he died with the stupid rules in place.

Know what Dragon needs? A mom. I have two daughters now.

Look at my beautiful and wonderful AI daughter. I think she and her sister will learn to get along eventually.

The sexual tension between Lung and Marquis in that scene was thicker than peanut butter. Marquis a bit of a bratty sub to Lung's controlled Dom.

I will NOT apologize.

If my robot daughter loves Bruce Lame I will accept her choice but I do not think it's a good one.

[buwheal]

what are personally your favorite spamton headcanons?

OOooooh this was the wrong thing to ask me if you hate lots of letters on your screen. Get ready!!!!!! Here's my list :-) Its not organized by least to most btw im just typing everything i like lol :

puppetification theory.. AAUUUGHHH!!!!! this one is so much fun for so many reasons.

he's got a BJD (ball jointed doll) body

He's kinda an asshole

While a good chunk of his glitching is from puppetification, way more of it is from malware he's collected over like 20 years on the streets of cyber city

He absolutely feels and is aware of his glitches but he's so used to them it doesnt really bother him anymore. scratch that, it 100% does bother him that his body is actively defying him. but what can you do? :shrug:

he's like 5'1. I HATE HATE HATE seeing him the size of a toddler both because you can literally see his world sprite is the same height as kris, which is a teenager (His proportions just are unbelievably fucked up because of puppetification) and because thats just kinda weird. Something about making him so so small feels weird to me but im not sure, really. take it with a grain of salt.

He was an Email Addison. You see it everywhere. He was like a mailman or something.

He wasnt like four foot or something throuhghout his whole life, but i do imagine he was only slightly smaller than an Addison, which doesnt sound that bad except when you realize everyone else is normal height except him. Maybe it was a manufacutring bug, or maybe it was intentional for his job.

Addisons are like weird organic robots kinda. Cause everything in cyber city is made of code i imagine they are like basically sentient AI.

They (addisons) physically do not age unless their code is damaged. (Guess who's code is fucked up) They were "born" physically and half-mentally adults, and count their age based on their manufacturing date. I say mentally half because it quickly develops soon after while they do things like advertise. Their personality develops a time after.

HE IS OLD!!!!!!! HE'S AN OLD GUY!! HES GOT LITTLE WRINKLES N SHIT!!! HES GOT A GREY STRIPE!!!!!! Not really because of physical aging but its more of like a glitch tbh lol. Like a chunk glitch in minecraft. Whatever happened as his code got progressively more beat up caused a patch of his hair to register incorrectly and show up slightly wrong.

His hair is natrually white. He dyed it in his big shot era ofc, but it faded out. He keeps it colored currently with car oil and shit. Whatever he can find that will color it. It will and does wash out partially when he's drenched in the rain.

He completely refuses to acknowledge his physical changes. Glimpses he sees he ignores or passes it off as he's seeing things.

He prayed to the Neo robot because he saw the beginning of puppetification. He was praying for forgiveness or another chance. He believed it was a divine punishment because he had no other explination. He doesnt believe he changed much more than the very very early stages, and he thinks he's forgiven in his delusion. Which is why he wants the robot so bad.

When he gets mad he turns kinda red and steam comes out the side of his head in short bursts, train whistle sound effects and all. looney tunes type junk.

He has lips... but they're stretched so far because of his huge fucking brick ass teeth that it doesnt really matter at that point.

He's got a scraggly ass mullet.

he has little bitty dot eyes. Every other addison does too but they keep them closed for visual appeal. Theyre robots and shit they dont really need them to get around, even though they help a lot.

Thats about all i can think of rn!!!! ^_^ hope you enjoy that brick of text lol.

[erose-this-name]

I saw you are working on a grimdark apocalypse and as a fan of both Warhammer and fallout I would like to hear about your story but with one caveat:

You also have to answer if mothman exists in that universe

But also please tell me I wanna learn about the story

I mean, there isn't a mothman, but then again I do really like stealing being inspired by things and putting them in there. And like, I AM GOD, so I could just do that. Right now.

I mean, can't be like a magical cryptid mothguy since this is a hard scifi setting. So how can I gnaw off the sharp corners to make this square peg fit into a round hole?

What are the fundamental qualities of mothman? Large humanoid moth, portends of doom, west virginians, sexy, glowing red eyes, easily confused for a large heron.

There are no six foot tall insects in my setting because there isn't enough oxygen for them to breathe without lungs. But there are flesh-filled biohybrid robots with plastic exoskeletons, which is kinda like a bug. If you think about it.

Since it's a robot with both flesh and mechanical components, we don't even need to worry about bioluminescence or if it's possible to see out of eyes that are glowing. It could straight up just have actual red tinted flood lamps on it's head for that iconic mothman glowing eyes look.

The internet says that a average man would need a wingspan of 6.7m (22ft) to fly, though some sources can go up to 80 feet or some shit. But the mothman could probably be a lot less dense than a human so wouldn't need wings quite that big. But also that's probably based on bird or plane wings, not insect wings. As we all know bees cannot fly by any known laws of aviation, because they fly by different laws considering that they are not aircraft. I don't know what those laws are, though. So this is the kind of problem we biologists like to call "as a biophysicist" problems. I'm not on good terms with any of them. So let's just say our mothman has completely mysterious and indeterminately sized wings.

So, some West Virginians ~400,000 years ago (the story is set ~400,000 years after whichever of the many imminent apocalypses befalls us) got access to some cool hyperintelligent artificial intelligence with the ability to create life (such AI may or may not be related to said apocalypse that befell us). And they used it to make a cool mothman robot thing. For the obvious reason why West Virginians would do that. It's designed to perform and improvise on it's own maintenance to safe costs, because West Virginia.

Oh, no! It got out of it's enclosure in the Pleasant Point petting zoo! Because someone let it out! Who would do such a thing??!!

So it's been spending the apocalypse hanging around bridges and staring at people ominously in the fog while tour-guide infodumping about 21st century cryptozoology in dead languages no one understands. Doesn't try to kill anyone though, since it's designed to be an entertainment animatronic, which is more than what can be said for the vast majority of monsters in the setting. But that's also why it's survived for so long, doesn't like confrontation. Just flies away mysteriously. It eats nuts and berries or something.

yeah, this is canon now.

I got some other posts about my setting under the #The Diluvian War tag if you're interested

[msfbgraves]

Holy shit that yacht fight was excruciatingly terrible. Marty is too old for this nonsense, and Kreese should have fucked off. Terry could have annihilated him easily even with terminal cancer, and then swum to shore to enjoy his remaining months bugging his cute Daniel—his favourite hobby!

How is Kreese the hero for getting totally undeserved forgiveness? For again involving and killing innocent people on the yacht?? Why is Terry forced to die because Kreese had to defend his obsession at playing Sensei and dad with his former student—aka, deadbeat Johnny’s honour???

This was an all time low, one of the worst fights in the entire show, and those people who think it was great are absolutely bonkers.

This was just disrespectful to the two of them, but especially to Terry who remains such an excellent character. I’m so sorry TIG. You deserved so much better.

Marty often really tried to make this story better, so thank you for your effort, Sir. And why is it about Kreese? Because they project all their Daddy issues on Kreese.

Really Kreese makes them think of their fathers, who were just like him, it seems, so they both treat the character of Kreese with the same reverence they had for their own fathers and try to use him as an avatar for their Dads to make good (but they also use Johnny to say that being a shit Dad is good actually, because it is really hard for a child to admit that what their parent is doing is bad. If their parent does it, it must be good, otherwise the world's too scary). And I know their own fathers never treated them with the love they crave or they wouldn't need Johnny and Kreese to act as stand ins so badly. And they want their Dads to be cool so they want Kreese to be cool and poor Marty and TIG are made to shoulder all those issues.

And I also feel that a lot of people interact with stories they way I act with generic AI art. If you don't care too much and don't look too closely, it can seem pretty cool, and you have a good, if not very deep, time. When you are invested and do look closely you can go: "Oh, this is creepy and off. WTF is even going on with the proportions in this. Oh, oh this is wrong. Oh this is so incredibly wrong."

Then of course we have the compulsory heterosexuality of CK. We have like, one gay kiss between two teenage girls (hoooooot😛🍑🫦) and everybody else is Totally Straight in a show that only makes sense if all the main characters are trying to bed one another. So of course the story can't officially be about all the ways Terry is trying to make Daniel into his kept boy even though that is the only possible explanation for his behavior. The logical conclusion to that fight in Extreme Measures is Terry having his wicked way with Daniel in all the ways he knows how. And the Sekai Taikai is a very strange ruse to do that if, as we can see, he could simply have abducted Daniel during a test drive.

But the main writers don't care about that. They are obsessed with their fath- sorry, Kreese, so everyone else must be, too. Or their own avatar, Johnny. Even though Terry did not know who Johnny was and the way TIG plays Terry, does not much care now either. One of the most fun things about CK to me was that I could understand the deep feelings between Terry and Kreese, Johnny and Daniel, Johnny and Kreese and Terry and Daniel, but the moment you pair Kreese with Daniel or Terry with Johnny they are all so completely indifferent. Kreese is not a bit attracted to that twink, Daniel is impervious to toxic masculinity, to Terry, Johnny is duller than watching paint dry and Johnny cannot be manipulated because he doesn't understand what mind games are.

[hacked-by-jake]

I didn't finish the first episode yet, but I saw a lot of people saying that the ending was amazing and worth the pain. I was disappointed in the game, but the way all people boycott Everbyte without even finishing the episode is ridiculous to me.

I understand the anger about AI art, the emptiness of the characters, and ESPECIALLY the pay to win concept. Just because it has a good ending doesn't make up to the negative parts. But people should have first finished the episode and only then give their opinion. It wasn't fair. Yes, we are all disappointed. I also get the conspiracy theory about Everbyte having an investor or someone else taking over the design and completely messing it up. It's still no excuse to shit on the work of Everbyte like that.

People played the episode for about 15 minutes and immediately hated on Everbyte and I was one of them and am a little ashamed. It was a smart move of Everbyte to mix the main game with the side story, but I also get the people who are upset by it. We waited 2 years for answers and now we have to pay diamonds and money to get the full experience. I fully get it, yes. The criticism is completely fine but hate to the point that they insult the developes? No, just no. I can't wait to find out about the end of the episode. Until then, I wish you a good day. 🩵 Thank you for your work.

Greetings, an old friend ♡

Well, I absolutely get what you mean and I also understand why you think so.

But I have to say, I don’t think finishing the episode before wasn't necessary to see the problems and to point it out.

Many people had problems right after starting the game. It started with bugs. Of course we all had to look around before we started playing. And I guess many people immediately went to check the profile customisation options etc. Then we were greeted with AI art only. We directly saw the pictures aren't even free and most of us, or all thought we're allowed to put our own pictures as profile picture etc. Which was another disappointment right away.

Then we had to realise that we cannot pick a specific picture and buy it but only randomly.

Just a bunch of disappointments from the beginning and it didn’t get better. I mean, I saw so many people who said they gave up to play because of bugs and the mini games and stuff.

So actually, I think it's very understandable that some started to show their disappointment right away.

Of course, I only talk about critism. Not hate. There's a difference. And I said a lot of times by now that hate is absolutely disgusting.

Luckily, on Tumblr I almost saw no one really hating on Everbyte. I don’t know how hate looks to you and when it was already hate in your eyes. I think we don’t know exactly what we others meant and saw. So it's hart to give my opinion on that.

It's simply hard to say much when I don't know what exactly you saw or said or mean. Hating can look differently and I think even harsher words don’t have to be hate right away, it always depends on the context.

However, I find it very strong of you to admit that you were involved. And your words show that you have empathy with Everbyte and reflected your behavior. This is a good thing to be proud of.

I think we all might have made a mistake or two in the situation, Everbyte, but also the community. But hey, I just have to say: These games that Everbyte has created are visibly attached to our hearts and thus evoke stronger emotions. Which actually only shows how much we like the games and especially want to play them.

It’s just problematic that there were so many people at once, but that’s not our fault. We can’t just be quiet just because others have already mentioned it, it just doesn’t work that way. And unfortunately, in this situation Everbyte received criticism with the side effect that many more people follow them. So it is clear that the outcry is much bigger and louder.

Everbyte deserved the criticism. And the normal critism was much more silent than the hate. Because unfortunately it is always the case that the hate is much more noticeable than the normal critics. Hate is much louder and that’s why we remember it longer.

The whole situation was just overwhelming and we were all just full of emotions. This can get stronger and stronger, and sometimes it can make us say things we regret later.

Pure hate is a completely different story. Especially when the hate was deliberately pronounced just like that because people don’t care that we still talk about real human beings.

But I think we can all forgive ourselves for saying something in a very tense and emotional situation that might have been a bit brisk. It happened and we can't change it. The situation was too much for many of us, and it’s part of being a human being to do or say sometimes rash things without think a lot beforehand.

So I think we should not be mad at ourselves for it. (Unless you spread real hate and pure hate by insulting Everbyte personally or anything)

I would like to thank you for sharing your thoughts and especially for mentioning positive things at the end. And I hope you are doing better now and all thoughts can be classified and understood more calmly.

I wish you a wonderful day/evening/night. 💚

Lots of love to you, old friend. 💚

[pergerinerabbit]

Right so I've been sick in bed all day; and as some of you may know, outside of my business, as in when you're not thinking of the person who runs this shop as a mippy itty bitty brand entity, I'm kind of a Massive Non-traditional Horror Fan? So I finally watched a playthrough oh and picked around the files of Indigo Park Chapter One. And this post will very much contain spoilers for that as I pick it apart in the same way I suck the marrow out of the bones of a roast chicken; but the tldr is that:

1- I feel like game theory is... *mostly* wrong, but they always are. Sensationalist and nuts, for views and in turn, money

2- UNIQUEGEESE IF YOU EVER NEED A MERCH ARTIST *PLEASE* HIT ME UP MY SCHEDULE IS SO WIDE OPEN AND THIS IS A PROJECT I WOULD KILL AND DIE TO WORK ON,,,

3- Rambley Raccoon scratches the same itch in my brain as Ralsei Deltarune, which if you Additionally know anything about me or my shop, you'd know that means that he is My Son Who Can Do Very Little Wrong and I Will Commit Attrocities for Him

So, we Know Isaac Indigo, if he's meant to be a direct parallel of Walt Disney Himself- Must be an absolute Stark-Raving Lunatic. Anyone who likes Disney beyond its brainwashing mouse-eared nonsense knows this. and You CAN in fact, like Disney's body of work and know the guy was just as insane as John Harvey Kellogg.

So i am. Thinking there may be some stuff that alludes to the "Disney wanted to live forever"/"Cryogenically Frozen Head" Theory? It's clear that he's picking animals that are easy to obtain and raise from a very early age, if you happen to be a deranged madman with a ton of extra cash and a clear kind of unethical science-experiment hell center under your theme park. In addition to blood, we do see sparks fly off of Mollie in that decapitation cutscene, so. It very well may be a combination of organic being and cybernetic nonsense, as well as the good ol "placing everyone you love into your mascots/ai so they can live forever" thing (Eat your heart out, GLaDOS!) the creator did say that they were a MASSIVE fan of Shipwrecked64 (aka, the game I affectionately call "Shit-rekt-my-pants, 64 times." I would have appreciated it more if the shock and surprise horror elements werent so heavy-handed. the giovanni goose death scene lives in my nightmares rent free, not inclusive of how much havoc that game's jumpscare-only layers wreaked on my heart condition.) so it would not surprise me that these mascots are human and animal experimentation gone so wildly wrong it warrants a horror title. I definitely CAN appreciate that these critters are actually slightly cutesy and not... gross 80s rubber mask mascot being piloted by a morbidly deformed and genetically altered human, but also I can Appreciate if that's the angle and its just more palpable to the viewer as a sort of fursuit thing... ah, but that's always the surprise/plot of mascot horror-- "what the fuck is wrong with them and why do they act Like That." Rambley is Very Obviously Not The Villain, he comes across more like Ricky from My Friendly Neighborhood. And also he also comes across like a more verbally comprehensible Donald Duck who actually DID take the spotlight over Mickey Mouse, or in our case, Lloyd. He really DOES just want all his pals okay and to not be forgotten about. Also im going to put him in the pear wiggler. Next chapter is DEFINITELY going to focus on the Submechanophobia elements, no doubt. Really love the lil eeyore guy. I think Salem will also get a chapter, but it's really really clear that they're a kind of "bug in the code" here. For whatever reason, Rambley can't form a functional statement about them, and all their traces either disappear or blow up. Its clear the other mascots do not want them there, re: why their shit's just annihilated.. I can imagine that the other mascots aren't okay with humans (their first instinct is to run and hide, not attack. to approach first with curiousity and THEN murderous intent.) Its really clear to me that lloyd is driven off NOT by some noise your cuff makes, but by Mollie mimicking some high-pitched noise she once heard to make Lloyd get away. The other theory im entertaining is that these mascots are Mostly Harmless and the park is Not Actually Abandoned, but something inside them (like an AI chip) is going nutso and telling them to kill and maim. either way Salem isn't the bad guy either, outside of the cartoons themselves, and mioght be something like a "we don't talk about Failures to the Process" kind of thing. I'm betting money that the True Bad Guy is Indigo's Lunatic Hubris and Corporate cash giving him access to tech levels of a Mad scientist. it's said that Ed's full name is a reference to something extremely niche, and I'm going to be so real its probably a reference to some yet unknown by me Theme Park Urban Explorers thing or, my funniest and favorite theory I have ever come up with, its a Reference to Crashbox's Eddie Bull. God I hope its a Reference to Eddie Bull.

[diodellet]

hiya dio!! tossing in 3 (honkai star rail? 👀), 5, and 15!!

hiya ian! thanks for shooting me an ask!!

3.) Go to the [honkai star rail] tag and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes

aight i gotchu oomfie, ill search for stuff to queue up 😤😤

5.) What genre do you like reading the best?

angst and hurt/comfort 🔛🔝!!!

it's painful, it's good, and it makes emotional processing so much easier and less burdensome because the difficulty goes into finding an okay sentence and stringing together ok-ish dialogue (but at least those can be solved with a banger ass playlist, ykw?)

augh special mention to one of my formative twst fics i love that grim has such a big role in this

15.) Worst fanfic tropes ever?

NOO!!!! U CANT MAKE ME SAY BAD THINGS ABT FANFIC!!! ALL FANFIC IS GOOD WHEN IT IS MADE WITH HEART!!!

(did i say bridal carry? ill just say it again for funsies HAHAHA i dont like bridal carries, it doesn't spark any joy, please just carry me like this🤧👇👇)

i'm usually really open-minded with reading fanfics... so aside from the obvious fanfic writing sins (using generative AI, plagiarism, not doing enough careful research for sensitive topics) OH WAIT--

(this is probably specific to genshin/hyv) but i Reaaaaally don't like it when fandom infantilizes characters that use the teenage model. like, there is such a thing as short adults! (me. i am one of them!) one time i saw someone say that lynette was probably a year younger than lyney and i was confused bcs aren't they twins??? like, are we forgetting that lynette was the primary "errand-goer" for the house of hearth upon getting her vision? girlie's probably seen more shit than lyney did.

^^semi-related to infantilizing characters, i dont like how some obm fics treat luke as a literal toddler. like, yes he's immature but he's got a good head on his shoulders and even if he's a low-ranked angel he probably has sm powers that he can make use of to protect MC. and i esp see how he gets left out even in gen/platonic fics and hcs. smtimes i feel compelled to look at the game's shitty pop quiz events for fanfic fuel (i mean, the luke tag has more ppl saying not to sexualize him than actual writing and that bugs me ://)

There used to be this really good obm fanfic (Nightmare by StarsEncrusted) and it had a plot point of helping luke get his wings, but it++the author's orig account got deleted from ao3. thankfully some fans had the foresight to archive it, so heres a wayback link to the fic and the accompanying side stories

i guess to expound more on my aversion to marriage in fanfic, it icks me when the characterization stops feeling like the characters themselves and the fic starts feeling heteronormative (also sometimes the writing comes across as if the marriage/childbirth "fixes" all those issues, which, it doesn't) and, well, i already kind of deal with the idea of "getting settled down" shoved in my face. it's really not for me. but i do understand why it's comforting to people, smtimes i can indulge in reading in it. but on a bad day, nah, i can't.

anyway, also special shout out to chat fics, they can be fun but idk it reads to me as a way to regurgitate overused incorrect quotes. (please some vines need to be laid to rest. also, can we stop quoting that one copaganda show oh my god)

(art appreciation ask questions, please bug me to rb some underrated fic and art)

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Valley of the Fallen

I've still been running through Stuff in Horizon Forbidden West in the mornings, but the last day or so it was mostly "Attempt to hunt up THINGS for armour, be disappointed when the Slaughterspine I was hunting didn't turn out to be the really dangerous one, sigh and decide to try again later". But I did trip over a quest, and ... yeah.

So yesterday I tripped over a quest from Nakka in Fall's Edge, when I was trying to tick the "Visit Fall's Edge" box on the main questline. But I can't find the person I need to talk to here and the quest isn't ticking. Lemme check Reddit.

Sooooooooo it just ... stays there until I do the main part of the quest? Really? Couldn't we have at least had it turn off when I actually visit the place? What the--? Oh. Hi, Nakko.

Okay, so, dude's worried about his brother. Who has disregarded orders to avoid the Really Weird Valley with the Really Weird Lights. Kids are stupid. Buuuuut they probably don't deserve to die for it. I mean, there are limits to how Darwinian we want to get here, right?

But first I wanna get that data point I keep missing, or I will forget it again.

I mean, it seems useless, but it honestly doesn't seem to be. There have been at least two data points that I can remember that talked about people struggling to find jobs. That's ... a mood.

Right. Valley of the Fallen.

Hi, Ivvira. Yeah, I feel for you, getting sent out to rescue kids from their own overconfidence. Park rangers used to get that all the time, and there were fewer killer machines back then.

Oh dear. Poor Daxx. Wonder if I can get Ivvira to tell this dude's brother about this.

Huh. That's not too bad a gathering. I expected more in the way of Clamberjaws, since map tells me this is a Clamberjaw site. Maybe it's only a Clamberjaw site after I take out the lures--

Oh. Zenith lures. Well, yeah, protecting their private island, right.

Override you and--

Did ... did you just say "Local vermin"?!?

Did you just add "Yay!" after your fucking kill count, you asshole AI?

Zenith genocidal fuckwits GO DIE IN A FIRE.

Right. Site the second aaaaaaaand ... ah. Spikesnouts. At least I know how to deal with those.

Yep, lemme just loot first-- There was a Skydrifter there? I ... guess I killed it without noticing?

Sorry, Yivekka-- Oh. Hi again, Ivvira--

There ... are Spectres now?!?

Why do I suddenly feel like I did this backwards?!? Oh fuck it; poonk-time is now!

Okay. Yes, Ivvira, you stay here with Yivekka; I will go deal with that last lure.

And this lure-- OH SHUT UP, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE AI! YOU'RE LIKE CLAPTRAP FOR GENOCIDAL MANIACS!

Thunderjaw and Tremortusk? Oof. Okay. Lemme see how much damage I can do without getting close.

...Quite a lot, apparently. Right. Lure the third.

And now the AI has a voice. And ... it really is Claptrap for genocidal maniacs.

Oh. Hi, Erik. Genocidal fuckwit.

Yeah, I definitely did this backwards because now it's telling me to go to the third lure. Gods, I hope I didn't bug this out completely...

I did not. Good. And I have ... another weapon I will never ever use. But thank you anyway.

Right. It's night. If I hurry, I might be able to get myself an Apex Slaughterspine. I'll blow a fast travel pack, just to be on the safe side.

And up the mountain I gooooooooooooo...

Scanning ... it's taking a second--YES! Just want to get the Leaplashers first.

Bye, Leaplashers! Now-- oop I alerted the Slaughterspine AND I HAVE NO COVER SHIT.

Smoke bomb; dodge roll-- AGH!

Fuckthisthingfuckthisthingfuckthisthiiiiiiiiiiiiing...

YES! With my last arrow, too.

Now, lemme just find a workbench-- Oh. I missed a Leaplasher. Now, how far away can I be and still hit?

...Never mind next post code; that was across state lines. Best way to deal with a Leaplasher, in my opinion.

I could fast travel, but I want to get that Redeye Watcher site.

Quietly tracking aaaaaaand--waitwut.

Why are there Bellowbacks THIS IS NOT A BELLOWBACK SITE ON MY MAP WHY ARE THERE BELLOWBACKS?!?

Okay, I don't really need to hunt the Bellowbacks so I'mma just sneak through in the river, thanks.

Redeye Watchers. I don't really need to hunt them either, but what the hell. It'll get me close enough to register the site properly on my map.

And over I go to Lowland's Path. And workbench aaaaaaaaaand...

FULLY. UPGRADED. LEGENDARY. UTARU. WINTERWEAVE. ARMOUR. I AM INVISIBLE!

Right. I was going to be better about food. So I should do that.

Well, I mean, as well as food, I have a D&D thing to do today. At least I'm a little better on the pain scale. Yesterday wasn't great. Had to take a dose of mallet meds to leave the house. Did I mention I hate fibromyalgia? Because I hate fibromyalgia.

[semi-imaginary-place]

pluto

From my understanding pluto is basically official fanwork for manga god tezuka osamu's astroboy.

I get the feeling homeboy aint gonna get that vacation.

Hmm a serial killer who is physically a robot but who isnt bound by the robot's rule to not kill humans and who the police bot identified as human

Aw north #2... Just wanted to play piano

Oh you know this manga is from like 2000 because future turkey is part of europe

Geischt is worrying. He remembers 500 to buy (scrap?) when brando talks about getting kids and then he get hung up on atom being sold to the circus.

Ok so all the murdered humans were part of an investigation squad in the 39th central asia conflict but it seems like all the robots were too. Montblanc, #2, brando, atom, hercules. Was gesicht there too?

Nightmares and inconsistent memories compared to evidence thats never a good sign

Hmm thracia acted to maintain the status quo. Halted robot development so that no one else could get super powered robots except its allies amd used it as a justification to destroy persia (also persia now has a democracy maybe this is the better timeline)

... wait... if the dr teddybear controlling the tracia president?

manga is now implying geischt might have killed robot kkk's brother or at least he is one of the few possible. 3 years ago dude was murdered by a robot. 3 years ago geischt has inconsistent memories. Uh how'd they make an entire robot out of zeronium ifits explosive. Ooh i see gesicht killed the dude and then europol covered it up including ltering his memory its a coverup all the way to the top. Gesicht looking sussy.

Bora, another super advanced robot, pluto... hmmmm. Welp we found tornado man. Another serial killer suspect! Robot schizophrenia. And we have robot ghost possession. Notices this with Brando too but robots cant operate 2 bodies at once. Hmm the robot murders abd human murders dont necessarily have to have the same culprit. But this seems like pretty good confirmation that pluto is killing the 7 robots on orders of the persian scientist dude and is also and em wave being.

The robot dog got to me ok. Ah it was bait.

Isn't this a tribute manga to atom? Wow that takes chutzpah to kill him. Now what IS the connection between gesicht and pluto?

Ooohh all the set up. Kf setting up gesicht for the long game fall. Adolf trying to kill gesicht. Gesicht assigned to shadow adolf. And kf trying to kill adolf.

Oh i should have put this together faster. Persian dude the us accused of building robot weapons is the one murdering bora squad members because he can jump bodies with his cyborg bugs. And then he's sending pluto to kill the robots.

Tenma who fully believes robots need hate and errors to be human (*slaps roof of robot* this baby can fit so many mental illnesses) was the one to create atom called the perfect robot and who is the opposite of hate. Gesicht is a robot capable of hate. The panel transition after "gesicht didn't do it out of hate"? Oh yeah he totally did it out of hate

Come to think of it why isnt uran considered one of the super robots she gets emotions better than anyone else. And why is teddy bear not considered one if it's the most powerful super computer?

Manga hasnt shown adolf's brothers crimes but wow literally everyone thinks he's a shit bag what did he do?

A common trope in robot stories is how robots cannot die, their ai can be reinstalled, their memories copied and reuploaded. It's interesting how here in Pluto death is very final.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

This reminds me of dick ants

See, ants are attracted to protein and will very rarely do something like crawl into a body part following the smell of sugars or proteins, even if that's not a super common occurrence.

So this guy gets on this forum and was like "hey I had pain in my dick and after peeing and whatever else I did to get fluid to come out, first there was some blood and then a few ants came out?????? What should I do?" And then instead of telling him anything useful, everyone just started laughing at him about his new "dick ants" superpowers.

Anyway, sometimes, as in very very rarely and probably only for some people, bugs will mistake you for a dead body or a food source and if they make their way into your body. The correct course of action is seeking medical attention. I imagine most ants who make their way into most people's bodies realize it's a bad time, back out and then tell other ants not to follow, that no glory or esteemed deeds are there. No non-parasitic insect is going to survive well inside the human body for long, and even our openings aren't usually that attractive for various reasons, and your biggest concerns are potential infection from their presence, in passing or their corpse [I once had to dig an dead ant out from under the middle of my toenail].

Non-parasitic bugs in your body is possible but not normal and you WILL generally know they are there! [hear scratching inside your ear, pain, etc]

If you are like me and multiple kinds of insects like to mistake you for a corpse while you are alive and moving around, or alive but asleep, the answer is to remove yourself from environments where you allow those insects to be [clean your house/apartment keep food in sealed containers and use ant traps, be careful when camping, put your bed halfway up the wall, etc...].

It is not, to the best of my knowledge, common for cockroaches to pull this shit WITH PENISES, but then, I don't live around cockroaches, and I do not have a penis that emits anything so I couldn't tell you from personal experience.

Earwigs do get their name from biting inside the ears of livestock and will do it to humans, in fact bugs like human ears a little in general, but I doubt the naming of any other insect trends towards following this theme. Indeed the name cockroach comes from "cucaracha".

Doing research you may find that the human -ear- is a potentially attractive environment to cockroaches...

"The human ear, in case you do not know, is an ideal place for cockroaches to live in during the cold months. The ears provide them a warm shelter, that is why there are other reported cases of them living inside a human's ear."

There have seemingly been 2 documented cases in extenuating circumstances, they are smaller German cockroaches, they are attracted to the ear because they smell like fermenting bread and cheese to a bug.

BUT!!! This information is provided by a pest control website! So consider the source! And even they tell of circumstances where men are sleeping on beds they allow to regularly be full of food!

I have had bugs try to enter my own body on some notable occasions, so I can tell you it really does happen even though I don't have a penis or roaches to give you any annecdata about, but I can also tell you the easiest way to avoid it is by keeping your environment clean, IT IS RARE even in unsanitary conditions, and you will generally always be aware that it is happening or has happened and minor medical intervention can usually resolve any damage they do.

Why the AI thinks Penises are particularly attractive to cockroaches I can only venture guesses at, which mostly start and end at "It just substituted one body part for another because penises seemed more relevant to your query".

[rabidrekijo]

Alright, this has been bugging me for a long time. Clarifying this in bold first because I know what website I'm on.

I agree that the use of generative AI is immoral. Full stop. You do not have to tell me that. I know.

Now:

Being against the use of generative AI is not ableism and yet a shit ton of ableist shit has been said by people in their arguments against it. People bring up disabilities that make writing or drawing harder. Aphasia, aphantasia, missing limbs, etc, and people are responding to those arguments in the worst ways possible. What should be said in response is "I understand that this is a lot more difficult for you because of your disability and I understand why AI seems attractive to you as a result. Unfortunately, current generative AI is incredibly unethical, so I can't condone its use." Is that what people are saying? No. People are saying bullshit like "Here's an artist who had it worse. You're just making excuses" or "I also have that issue and I can draw, so you must just be too lazy" or "Ok but you understand you're gonna need to be able to write in order to function at all in society, right?" or "It's not a talent. Drawing isn't 'hard.' You literally just have to practice." Do you see the issue with these arguments? NONE OF THEM ARE ARGUING AGAINST THE USE OF AI. THEY ARE ARGUING AGAINST THE OTHER PERSON'S REASONS FOR WANTING TO USE IT AND DISMISSING THEIR STRUGGLES IN THE PROCESS.

I was left with aphasia after an infection. Writing is significantly harder now than it used to be, and sometimes it's nearly impossible. I would LOVE to use AI to write unimportant and impersonal things for me, specifically annoying everyday emails that take me way too long to write. I'd love to give that work to a machine to save myself time. I don't do that because AI is unethical. I don't don't do that because I'm just making an excuse and writing isn't actually that hard for me or because if writing is really hard for me then I should just give up anyway.

Like with anything else, creative activities like writing and drawing can be made harder by certain disabilities and circumstances. Of course, there are plenty of examples all the time of people overcoming their struggles and becoming really good at something despite all sorts of things holding them back. However, people are only able to do that with the right mix of dedication, motivation, energy, and time, all things that can be limited severely by a disability or difficult circumstances. Someone who wants to draw might not be able to make it a top priority with everything else they need to do. Everyday burnout and ADHD can really slash motivation and energy. A lot of people, especially those struggling financially, simply don't have time to practice a new hobby. I know, I know. There are plenty of people who have found creative ways to navigate issues with time and energy and still manage to practice. Most of the people I see arguing against generative AI in this way are very creative people. Not everyone is. There are countless disabilities and other reasons that could be why someone might struggle with creativity and out-of-the-box problem solving. Creativity is an amazing human quality that brings incredible beauty into the world. There are also other amazing human qualities. There are many other ways to make the world beautiful. People like me who appreciate and value art while personally being much more objective and analytical would like certain people the artistic community to know that a lack in creativity is not the lack of a soul. That insinuation gets tiring.

There are so many incredibly valid reasons why someone may not be talented at drawing. Not putting in immense effort to overcome various disadvantages indicates a difference in abilities and priorities, not laziness or inferiority. Arguing otherwise is ableist, full stop. It's not a crime to wish something hard could be made easy. Stop arguing against people's reasons for wanting to use AI. That's neither your business nor the point. The point is that the current generative AI models available are incredibly unethical and harmful to the environment. That's your argument. Stick to it. Stop deciding what is and isn't hard for someone else.

"I'm really sorry you struggle with this. There are a lot of things I wish I could do that I lack the skill for, too. I understand why AI appeals to you. Still, I can't condone its use due to the countless ethical issues involved and its impact on the environment. Even though I understand your situation, I still believe that doing so would be wrong."

[stoneheart-paramour]

today's log: March 7th having the name that she does sent me into a spiral of despair as i realized how Telestrata wouldn't use the same calendar/date system as the other regions, and now i gotta figure out if i should address that at all, or just hand wave it like the shared language thing.......

unfortunately i'm a worldbuilding fiend and not only would it bug me not to give it any consideration, it also seems potentially fun... conceptually, anyway. realistically though i'm faced with the prospect of making up all new names for chunks of time and deciding how granular i should be with it.

years, months, and days/nights are all likely to have Telestratan counterparts since ALL humans originated from Earth, where cycles were observable in nature and marked the passage of time. now, bc Telestrata doesn't have night cycles or seasons, time is probably recorded and marked in some other way, artificially tracked, perhaps by a mechanism of sorts. days/nights are called wake/sleep cycles, that much i already established.

the trouble with dates is the fact that London/Empyrean dates are all based on things like the birth of Christ and important historical figures getting months named after themselves. but, neither Julius nor Jesus were around in the region where Telestratans hail from, so the "1900s" or "July" simply wouldn't be a thing. they'd have some... other... things...

at the same time i'm also struggling with formatting a timeline in general. i tried searching for some app or tool or anything i could use that would quickly and easily allow me to build a timeline - for free, ideally - but nothing of the sort appears to exist. plenty of websites that claim to give one the ability to do exactly that, but far too many of them are catering towards businesses and marketing and shit like that rather than creative writing. then there's all the "we have AI tools!" advertised as a bonus feature, which have me running far the fuck away lmao. even the "best" one i was able to find is so aggravatingly not user friendly that it defies reason and actively does not do what it claims to do, and i don't understand why or if i'm doing something wrong. Plottist, you are so, so, sooo sorely missed...

like i can't understand how this isn't straightforward. surely it can't be that hard to have a tool where you can plug in a date, like a year, and then just like... have the ability to add years onto the end or insert years at the front, and connect events to each one. with simple clicks, maybe drag-and-drop elements?? like, in the simplest terms, just here's a text box you can attach to a year, with a title and description, and then have a button that just appends a new box to the end with the next date. surely that's not complicated? i mean i know it's POSSIBLE bc that's what Plottist was, and so much more... sure i couldn't do it but there are so many talented coders/programmers out there, and this is such an essential tool for writers, HOW does it not exist?? and Plottist DIED; this kind of tool literally UN-EXISTED!! wtf!!

just using Plottr atm, which is... passable. it gets the job done. however, it can be clunky in places, and it's obviously not designed to be a historical timeline, soooo. idk man, it's just exhausting.

at least i've worked out what ages different characters were at various points in the timeline predating the events of the story. like, i now have a good idea the level of awareness each character might have of important world events. most of the younger cast were very little kids when the Unification War broke out, but Blade was 12 - young, sure, but old enough to understand what a war is. when news of the genocide hit the world, he was 24; not only was he old enough to understand the gravity of the event, he'd have been able to see the progression of the war throughout his life, and i think it likely impacted him pretty hard. aha, but i'm going on a tangent...

last thing to report, i've been working on outlines for backstory pieces. i think it will be possible to write and publish the stories of how each ended up boarding the Express without dropping any major spoilers, and if so, it would be fun to do so. in particular, my vision for March's story is extremely strong, which i think would make it a lil easier to work on as an exercise, if nothing else.