#Data RP

[data-dominant]

# 17, #22 and #36 of the NSFW asks

Seems you are rather curious about me, anon.

Very well:

#17 How do you really feel about anal?

It is simply another orifice at my disposal. I have no strong preference, personally, aside from what my partner prefers.

That being said, I have observed a rich range of stimulation one can apply there that is ripe for experimentation.

Human sexual response has been most gratifying to study, in this way.

#22 Do you prefer to give or to receive?

I prefer to give pleasure, though that sometimes results in receiving more direct pleasures than simply holding power over someone.

I believe this classifies me in the common parlance as a 'service top'.

#36 Fucked someone at work?

Only once, while on duty, and that was under most unusual circumstances.

I prefer to engage in sexual activity as long as I am not 'on shift', but that does not preclude me from engaging whilst my partner is working.

I find that particular situation incredibly... Rewarding.

[ltcommanderandroid]

Open Starter

Data had been still for well over a minute. Not still in the way a biological became still, with the occasional blink or sniff, but entirely still. Even breathing, a system so low in his awareness that it approached what a human would consider instinct, had halted. All his processing power, every corner of his mind, every fiber of his being, had devoted itself to the analysis of his realization. He'd even shut down the exploration of why it hadn't occurred to him before for the sake of grasping onto this tendril of code, this possibility that had invaded his systems, before any of his self preservation systems could tug it away. And they were trying - but for those, he had allowed a small corner of his awareness to refrain from the analysis for the equally important task of preventing the systems intent on keeping him from cascade failure from stealing this away. This, like that first glimpse of sentience that had opened the door for so much more, was worth the risk.

A blink. "Longing is an emotion," his voice was distant in the way only his could be, stilted and more mechanical than it ordinarily seemed. 'Longing' was synonymous with 'want', it was the experience of wanting something so badly, so dearly that it seemed like all of one's being was reaching for it. It was, for example, wanting to be human and, ironically, to feel.

Systems were overheating. Data finally gave in just enough to the warnings to gasp in some air and cool the overworked processors. It was safe now, anyway, he had a program in place, a string of code like a thread in his mind linking that realization with every experience he had which fell under the category of wanting to be human. Longing. He knew longing, had known it for nearly as long as he had existed. He didn't have a heart to ache and yet there had been moments when he had wanted to be other than he was with such intensity that it had seemed like an electric shock.

"Longing... is... an emotion." Gold eyes fixed on the person before him who, he realized, he must have given cause for concern. "I have felt it. I... I am capable of emotion... and it would seem that I owe Counselor Troi a Samarian Sunset," for she had once, in good humor, bet him that, one day, he would be.

[dormeprime-blog]

I do believe, Commander Data, Lore, I would enjoy BOTH of you....

If shes acting up just strap a vibe to her and tell her shes not allowed to cum. Watch how quickly the brat melts away and the begging starts

[dearestcherry]

The Flowerbed - Famfrit (Primal), The Goblet, P39 W6

A combination café and garden-themed dance floor. Designed to serve individual guests, couples, and small parties upstairs. Settle down with a hot tea, relax in good company, or pick out an old book to read. The basement is open for a range of activities, including a stage for performance. Find some music and dance amongst the flowers. OOC: My first house build from 2021. I originally wished to run a venue with it, so it remains set up for roleplay. It was, at the time, inspired by the roleplay scene I had witnessed on Primal. Open for any kind of use.

[hoplaventon]

[A NEW USER HAS LOGGED IN!]

...Holy shit, can't believe I actually managed to remember that... Does anyone even use this site anymore?

[two-of-tails]

*burning catnip in your warehouse*

His pupils have grown by like 10 sizes.

[pokemonranch]

Wait... legendaries are REAL? I thought they were just legend

They are! For most of 'em, we have proof of their existence, and some of 'em are very well studied. For example, there is a recorded Heatran population on Stark Mountain in Sinnoh; Latias sightings are not unheard of, mostly comin' from Hoenn pilots; and Kantonian elemental birds have big 'nough populations that they even branched out into regional variants in Galar!

For the "bigger" legends though, 'round twenty years ago there was the "Hoenn Incident" in which the Ancient trio was summoned; and I can guarantee you Giratina is a creature that exists.

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴀᴛʀᴏᴘᴏꜱ ⸸

[hornyverymuch]

so that episode was basically them getting stuck in their own dnd campaign and giving their npcs existential crisis

[wandererxiv]

Don't forget Buscarron's is open, Tuesdays at 8 pm EST on Mateus! Since the servers tend to get congested, try to hop over early!

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image credit to martineei on blue sky!

[themaliciousravioli]

  (Olivia bit her lip and nodded, butterflies swirling around in her stomach. She’d never really done this before but she wasn’t opposed to the idea when Data brought it up the previous day. She smiled in what she hoped was a coquettish manner.)

  I am… though I hope you don’t mind I took some liberties with the color.

  (She looked around the room, quickly making sure nobody was watching the two of them. Then her eyes landed back on him as she raised her free hand to the neckline of her shirt. She tugged it down just enough to reveal the lacy yellow strap resting over the pale skin of her shoulder.)

It's a quiet night in Ten Forward. Delta shift regulars were starting to filter in as they came off duty, enough to bring the bar up to a slight murmur. The star field outside hums lazily past, despite the current speed of the Enterprise being well above that of light.

Data sits in a booth by one of the windows, drink in hand, as you walk through the door and instantly feel his eyes on you, as if he had been waiting for you this whole time. They glow softly in the low lighting of the bar, like a panther tracking it's prey. You swear a small smile pricks at the corner of his lips as he stands and makes his way towards you.

Good evening, my dear. You are looking particularly aesthetically pleasing tonight.

Elegant fingers hold your hand to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss. Then, leaning in close, he whispers in a voice only you can hear.

Are you wearing what I requested?

[allgremlinyaps]

William "I wish you were a woman so I could kiss you" Shatner

[Image ID: A screenshot of Twitter. User Greg Rappa asks William Shatner, "You're a great writer, as well as a great actor, so if you created Star Trek, how different do you think it might've been from Gene Roddenberry's v...(vision.)" Shatner quote tweets them and replies, "It would be me with an all female cast. Then you would have saw Spirk! 😝🤣" End ID]

[scramjettracy]

OOC: Blog Stats

Some data re the first 2000 posts because I find this stuff fascinating - there were a lot more original posts than I thought! Clearly not done too badly on the ask answers after all!

By month:

I think these are the blog the OP posts comes from (rather than just directly replying to myself all the time):

Thank you to everyone who has been so kind as to play dolls with me the last few months and I hope you’ve had fun too whether that’s by RPing, submitting asks or just reading and liking Scott’s various ramblings. I hope I’ve done him at least a little justice and send my apologies for any deviations from your preferred headcanons! 😬🤭🥴 apologies so for not having managed to reply to all the excellent asks - still chipping away at the backlog!

It’s been a tricky time IRL and my confidence has taken a battering so I’ve been so grateful to have this little community to escape to and celebrate our favourite characters together. Again, thank you 🥰

The charts come from @jetblackcode which is an absolutely awesome site which as far as I am aware is still just a nice website with cool code apps rather than an evil scraping machine which obv only works if your blog is open to web. Thank you jetblack!

[sewards-phonograph]

“I’ve observed a long-term pattern of affection that I’d like to formalise with you.”

Ok, or maybe:

“I have conducted numerous studies on the viability of relationships based on mutual affection. Would you like to participate in a long-term experiment?”

I don't know about Lucy, but that would certainly impress Van Helsing. Maybe I should focus on that.

[data-dominant]

<Shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT oooooooooOOOOOOHHHH God he's gonna kill me! I'm so FUCKING dead!>

Deveraux smashes the buttons of the lift as if that would make the doors work any faster. Knowing the specs that Data once so graciously supplied to Daystrom, as well as his transcripts from the Academy put it in stark relief just how much it would hurt if Data decided he was an obstacle.

<Ok, good good good, he's still there. Just gotta disconnect and hide the body... how much does he even weigh though???>

He thinks, racing down the steps; it was no secret he was scrawny and prone to panic.

<Fuck, he's probably already killed Maddox and he's on his way to finish the jobbbbb!>

He makes a small high pitched whine thinking of all the terrible ways he was about to be mangled, when a flickering display grabs his attention and he stops about five meters out from the table to read.

"Don't... do this?"

Deveraux looks from the monitor to the softly lit amber eyes on the table. It doesn't make sense. Lore should have been firewalled from all systems. Hell, the systems in this room should have been firewalled from the main network! (SOMEONE was getting fired for that).

"You can.... how did you?"

He pauses with a forlorn look.

"... you know how much this is gonna hurt then, don't you?"

=/ \= =/ \= =/ \=

He stalked through the halls like a ghost, a pale shadow of vengance. It did not escape his notice that the receptionist was no longer outside Lal's lab. No doubt Maddox got wise and sent him to cover up whatever they were doing to his brother.

Only 462 meters left. It would have been easier to say, tear his way through the floor, but the cascading forcefield was necessary insurance. However he found Lore, Data hoped that it was not in a state liable to trigger that singular rage he once felt. No human would survive it.

Continuation of this thread with @data-dominant

The paralyzed android sat there for a moment, a wave of shock and sadness rippling through him as his eyes fell on his niece's immobile body. He had heard some whispers here and there about another Soong-type being here, but it was never clear to him who that may be. Now that he was laying eyes on her for the first time, a slight shifting of goals switched deep in his chest.

He had notoriously been eager to reunite with family, after all.

Lore cut the feed as soon as his brother instructed him to cover him. He wasn't sure what his brother meant by that or what his plan was. Perhaps he meant to keep the door locked. There wasn't much he could do, but even still, the elder android shifted his efforts to gain that access. If he could figure it out in time, maybe he could prevent his own deactivation and give his brother enough time to find him.

Meanwhile, Maddox stood outside of Lal's lab where Data had just shut the hydraulic doors in his face. Something was off about this whole situation, causing the cyberneticist to squint his eyes suspiciously.

"Go and check on our friend downstairs. If his neural activity levels have risen substantially since the Lt. Commander has arrived, shelf him," he instructs his assistant, Deveraux.

"Of course, sir, but wouldn't that have risks disconnecting his matrix so quickly? It would be like tearing a rooted tree out of the ground-" the meek underling replies, to which Maddox snaps at him.

"Just do as I say! I don't have a good feeling about this either..." Maddox's expression says it all, twisting in anxiety to match the feeling bubbling in his gut.

[taebeast]

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