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Pov, my coworkers staring at me as I frantically scribble a new story idea on receipt paper with a pen I found under the register (it barely works):

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Okay, since ep 6 of The Amazing Digital Circus came out and Daisy Bell is getting a lot of attention, I can now confidently say that I have LOVED Daisy Bell for such a long time. It's unironically one of my favorite songs Not only is it really old (I love old music), but it's also the first song ever to use computerized vocals! It's not scary, it's a moment of major technological accomplishments! It was written by British songwriter Harry Dacre in 1892, and recorded and released in 1893 by Dan W. Quinn on a wax cylinder recording. In 1961, the song was programmed into an IBM 7094 computer at Bell Labs, in the earliest demonstration of computer speech synthesis. In 1974, auditory researchers used Daisy Bell's melody for the first test of two-ear only perception (a signal that makes the audio be perceived when listening with both ears but not with either ear alone).

Along with two other programs in the late 1970's and 80's, Daisy Bell has been used by programmers many times over the years to help us understand computer audio and output. Not only is it a very cute song, it has major significance to our knowledge of synthetic audio. I'd go as far as to say that we can directly correlate it to why we have audio tune and voice changers today.

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caine's art makes me so insane. because he's an ai, but his art is his own. every adventure is different, all of them not generated mindlessly based on prompts, but rather by his own mind. because he's actually sentient, and can apply his own creative thought into it all.

i think, even subconsciously, that's why he never looked at the suggestion box until zooble prompted him to. because that would actually be what we currently consider ai "art"; humans prompting the ai to turn their ideas into art. that's why they're all so low effort; taking place in a single space, confusing and rushed, prone to little mistakes and inaccuracies. none of them have caine's own creative input added, beyond a few minor details.

i still think that caine is in denial about his own sentience, yet subconsciously protective of it. he tells himself that he's not a real person, that he's just an ai tool for the players to have fun, but when they actually try to use him for that purpose, he's upset. he doesn't want to be an ai tool. he wants to be an artist.

maybe another reason why he's so dear to me is because my own experiences with art feel incredibly similar to his. i've never been able to take commissions, or even requests. i find collaborations incredibly difficult, and feel genuinely hurt when someone tries to give me constructive criticism. i want my art to be mine, and mine alone. i want it to be a reflection of myself and my interests that i choose to share with others. but if anyone ever considered me talented enough to ask me to draw something they want, i'd...be completely unable to apply any of my typical passion into that.

he can't put it into words himself, but caine doesn't want to be used as a tool. he wants creative freedom. he wants to create his adventures, not just put the players' ideas into life. that's why it cuts so deep, that they enjoy their suggestions more than his adventures. it seems to reaffirm his role as just a tool for them to use. that the only worthy thing about him is his talent, not his creativity. not his ideas. not himself.

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Caine is an angry crier.

We don't see it because he doesn't want to get upset with his troupe. He loves his superstars, why would he want to get angry with them?

But when he does get angry... his processors run hot, heating up his gums and making his eyes sting in a way that's both frustratingly familiar and unfamiliar. He doesn't want to cry in front of them, closing his teeth and curling in on himself.

It doesn't work. The cast shifts uncomfortably as Bubble slowly rotates in circles off to the side, not helping. It only makes Caine more upset, the tears pooling beneath his incisors and leaking through the gaps in his closed maw. He crossed his arms tighter, his shoulders shaking as his breath hitched. He was so, so angry, but the water works wouldn't stop like he was desperately trying to will away.

With a snap, Caine was gone again. The cast we left standing in the main room, exchanging awkward glances.

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Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

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pomegranates are so damn difficult to eat like could you be less of a metaphor and more of a fruit for a second im trying to have a snack

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Baby please, I'll take a hit of whatever you got

Caine/reader... uhm... shameless smut <3 takes place during ep 4

fair warning, I'm a raging asexual who thinks kissing is awkward so idk what I'm doing

tags: monsterfucking(?), oral sex, blowjobs, gn reader

Gangle just couldn't keep her mouth shut, could she? 

She's been an asshole all day. You hated bad mouthing her - she was usually such a sweetheart - but ever since Zooble gave her that plastic happy mask, she's been on a rampage. Or perhaps a psychotic episode. 

Anyhow, Ms. Manic Panic over there just had to tattle to Caine. Punishment? Seriously? As if! There were never any consequences for your actions before, why would there be any now? Everyone knew that Caine wasn't malicious and wouldn't actually hurt anyone. ... On purpose, anyway.  

SNAP!

The familiar sound sent you tumbling through space and time, falling flat on the carpeted floor of Caine's office with a grunt. It was a very... stereotypical looking place, the monotony disrupted only by the various drawings of bees scattered across his desk.  

"So... this is upper management?" You took a moment to sit up and glance around, purposefully ignoring the ringmaster floating above you. "Looks..." Tacky? Errie? You couldn't quite place the feeling you felt from being in the equivalent of a stock photo.

"Tsk, Tsk! That mouth of yours is exactly what landed you here in the first place, you know!" Caine spoke in his usual excitable tone, in a volume way too loud for normal conversation. His mismatched eyes stared you down with a strangely sinister tint as he snatched his cane out of the air. 

"So what? You want me to do slave labor for fun-?" Your words, echoed from Zooble's previous complaints, caught in your throat as the ringmaster nudged your chin up with the ball of his cane. The cool metal, sitting directly beneath your chin and on the curve of your throat, made you shiver. 

"Exactly like that! But, according to Gangle, you were a very rude employee. I thought more of you dear!" 

It almost seemed like Caine was grinning down at you, with how his jaws curved upwards slightly. It was hard to read him, but that look in his eyes made you want to run out of the room and never look back. 

"Those customers were acting crazy! I mean, one of them had cereal in line! Who does that!?" You protested as he shifted his cane, using it to tilt your head from side to side as if to inspect you. The cold ball rolled, tracing along the edge of your jaw. 

Caine nodded, as if completely agreeing with your complaints. His top hat bobbed ridiculously with the sudden movements of his head. "Mmhm, buuuut the customer is always right! Or have you forgotten such a simple thing?"

You opened your mouth to fire back some witty retort - probably an insult in the name of the devil incarnate known as the retail industry - but you couldn't get a word out before your vision was suddenly spinning with the force of another teleportation. "Would you stop doing tha- ow!" Your head collided against the wooden desk above you when you tried to sit up, heightening the disorienting feeling in your temples. 

Only when the pain seemed to ease up did you finally realize he transported you to the cramped space beneath his desk.

"Caine, what the hell-!" 

"Ah, ah, ah! Enough of that foul language! You know better, my dear!" Caine cut you off, plopping down into his office chair in front of you. "I do believe you need a lesson on appropriate language in the workplace!" 

When you tried to push past his legs, Caine placed a foot squarely on your stomach to keep you in place. "... Or perhaps it would be better if you couldn't speak at all, hm?" 

You blinked. Offended, bewildered... horrifically turned on. The casualness in his tone made your heart race, pounding in your ears and threatening to jump out of your throat. 

"You're insane!" The words came out forced, although you knew that you'd probably jump the ringmaster any chance you got. ... You just didn't expect your first time with him to be like this. 

... Wait, weren't sexual acts against his programming? 

"Come now," His voice was oddly calm as he palmed himself through his black slacks, spreading his knees wider to make room for the growing tent. "This will shut you up, won't it?" 

You swallowed. Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck the exceedingly hot AI sitting above you, staring down at you with those stupidly pretty eyes like he expected you to comply. 

Unfortunately for you, your body moved without your mind's permission. You scooted forward, your hands wrapping around his calves and trailing upwards. 

Caine hummed in approval, his fingers dipping into his slacks to tug them down slightly, freeing himself from the confining fabric. 

The first thing you noticed about his cock is that it was thick. Not particularly long, but definitely girthy around the base. Black in color - which was to be expected - but red at the tip. Like... neon red. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight. 

You weren't able to voice any questions, however, before Caine was becoming you forward with two fingers in a come hither motion. 

You shifted forward just a bit more, giving in despite your nerves and placing your mouth against the base of his cock in a soft kiss. 

Caine shuddered, his hand moving to caress the crown of your head as you trailed kisses up his shaft until your lips met his tip - which was still pulsing bright red. He gasped when you took him into your mouth, his cock sinking into the wet heat of your mouth perfectly. 

"H-ha, goodness, my dear," Caine stuttered, his thumb rubbing over your hair in an attempt to keep himself grounded. Though it wasn't working too well, with how his hips twitched upwards into your mouth, making his tip bump against the squishy part just behind the hard palate. "Mmh..."

Your hands tightened around his knees, beginning to move as you pressed the flat of your tongue against the veins on the underside of his cock and paying special attention to his tip when you came back up. You should've known it would cause a whine to tumble from his jaws, his fingers curling into your hair. 

... If only you hadn't sucked so harshly on his tip. Then maybe he wouldn't have shoved himself into your throat. 

Practically gagging on his cock, your throat convulsed around his length, squeezing him until his eyes rolled back in his jaws. You tried to pull away, tapping his thigh. But he held tight to your hair, keeping you in place while he panted and groaned, his hips thrusting into the warmth of your throat.

You didn't know how much longer you could take. Drool spilled from the edges of your lips, dripping onto your chin and Caine's pants. Though, he didn't seem to care about the mess, too focussed on rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon. It was all you could think of - the rubber-ish texture of his cock plunging in and out of your poor throat. 

Thankfully for you, Caine's rhythm had begun to falter. He whined, his fingers pulling at your hair desperately. Moans and babbled words spilled from his jaws, rising in pitch when you swallowed around him. With a whimper of your name, he cried out, finally cumming into your throat. 

He panted as he finished, slumping back into his chair while you coughed and sputtered. 

Looking up, the sight before you sent you reeling. The all-powerful ringmaster, panting and flustered, his suit slightly askew as he regained his bearings. Which he did so quickly, perking back up with a jolt. 

"Well!" A snap of his fingers, and the mess was gone. "That was exhilarating!" 

Caine jumped up from his chair, pulling you out from under his desk. "Perhaps now you'll know better than to mouth off to your superiors!" 

The sudden movement left you dizzy and leaning against his desk, missing the way Caine looked you up and down before nodding in satisfaction. "Now then," He grabbed your arm. "Let's get you back to work, shall we?" 

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reblog to give writers the power to write 10k words of porn without plot

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Replaying Animal Crossing and just remembered why Flick is my favorite character

"And that's ANY bug. Devotion with conditions isn't devotion at all!"

Brother why are you reciting Shakespeare at me

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Here's what I think some Greek gods would be as fish – with (vague) explanation

Zeus: Oar Fish (big. long. white. silly frill on top of head)

Hera: Peacock Cichlid (it would be blasphemy not to give her this fish)

Hades: Florida Gar (scraggly)

Persephone: Alligator Gar (looks harmless, will fuck you up)

Poseidon: Mahi Mahi (pretty colors, ironic)

Amphitrite: Tilapia (small, seemingly unassuming)

Apollo: Fresh water Sun fish (pretty colors, gets mistaken with the fuggly ocean sunfish)

Artemis: Lion Fish (beautiful, harbors deadly weapons)

Ares: Tiger Shark (big mean shark, looks cool, I think he'd appreciate it)

Aphrodite: Parrot fish (pretty, loves to be in groups)

Hephaestus: Stone fish (out of the way, forgotten until he ruins your day by sending you to the hospital)

Hermes: Sword fish (fast fish)

Dionysus: Goliath Grouper (big, grumpy, potential to poison you with mercury)

Hypnos: Red Drumb (I have no idea he just gives vibes)

Thanatos: Basking Shark (nothing going on between the eyes, truly harmless, gets a bad rep for being 'scary')

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how to explain to mutuals that while yes you can have my discord, and i wanna hang out! my response time is anywhere between 3-7 business days

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You like Caesar salad? Now imagine it was called Penis salad. Not so appetizing anymore, is it?

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What does this have to do with Caesar? It's not even another name for a penis? The name adds no value?

You like Caesar salad? Now imagine it was called Penis salad. Not so appetizing anymore, is it?

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writing fanfiction is the most fun awesome thing on earth. also terrible horrible awful one thousand agonies

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Thinking about this line from a one-shot I wrote... Mostly bc I'm trying (keyword) to decompress after six major tests in one day 🫠

Anyway, Seamus was absolutely a climber, right? Right. Because no one else (that I know of) posts things about toddler Seamus, so what I say goes /j

He was one of those kids who just couldn't stay on the ground. Bookshelves, kitchen counters, tables, older bots – if it was taller than him, he's determined to scale if.

"Yes, yes, this design will surely work this time," Doc rambles to Zbaltazar while Seamus is clawing his way up his papa's lab coat just for the hell of it.

Doc is used to it at this point. He's barely phased as Seamus swings from his arm while he's trying to work. The little bot is giggling madly the entire time.

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Happy plagueiversary

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Wow, I haven't posted in a hot minute... and by that, I mean, just a week. Exams suck lmao anyway –

Doc definitely used the Zurks as a method to get toddler Seamus to do things, right? Like, the way parents will say, "Eat your vegetables or the Boggyman is gonna take you away" or smth or that

Idk, it might be a reach, but it's also kinda funny–

Baby Seamus trying to call his papa's bluff until Auntie Clementine jumps in with an elaborate story, playing up Doc's claims to an almost obscene amount, and suddenly Seamus seems very keen on making his bed

Zbaltazar probably disapproves of scaring the poor kid, but Momo would probably help Doc enforce random stories – "Hm? Your papa said the Zurks were gonna eat your dessert if you didn't put up your toys? Definitely true, lil man. Happened to me once."