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[inkedinserendipity]

the "art doesn't lie actually" post

this post has been rotating in my head for weeks now, so i decided to actually write it out. thesis: despite what murderbot claims, art doesn't actually lie.*

this is gonna be long, so buckle up!

*obligatory disclaimer: we're cherry-picking a specific definition of "lie" here, because art actually lies by omission all the fucking time. but what's interesting to me is that art's words are factually true. so here we're taking lie to mean (shoutout merriam-webster, y'all i did homework for this), an untrue or inaccurate statement. in the real world lies of omission are still lies etc etc etc., but afaik english doesn't have a word for "factually true but missing backstory". so really this is a manifesto on how when art says something, its words are factually correct, you just might need to look a little further. (and how that ties into its interactions with murderbot in particular. our most funky and fabulous unreliable narrator.)

okay! so!

art doesn't lie, in the sense that the words it speaks are factually true. in a way it reminds me of the fae - it is very careful with its wording, and you have to be wary of double meanings or missing context, but it does not lie to you. art 100% means what it says.

examples that come to mind, in no particular order:

i have a debris deflection system, it says. murderbot says, you have a weapons system. it says, for debris deflection. rating: technically true! it has not lied. however. those are in fact guns. and guns by any other name can still kill you.

art says, my crew has the means to produce the original charters. murderbot, who knows art really well, goes so you mean forge. and art ignores it. because forgery is, technically, the means to produce. rating: true! wholly missing context.

arada goes, transport can you please explain what the fuck happened? art says, i am prioritizing the medical system. it could definitely respond! but it definitely does not want to! (it's fine, secunit will explain when it wakes up, right? right?) rating: probably true! most likely, it is prioritizing the medsystem!

and the most recent, from rapport: art says, completely truthfully, No intel drones have been aboard me. it is correct. (as far as i can remember,) secunit didn't have its drones with it during artificial condition. rating: true! technically! but leaves out the much more alarming fact that oh my god art you let a secunit aboard???

(sidebar: that last one convinced me of this theory. that is such a specific statement that is so clearly meant to cover up a bigger secret. art, you obfuscating ass, you haven't had drones aboard you but you have had a fucking secunit!! i am so full of affection for this absolute menace of a transport.)

there are probably more examples i'm not thinking of. but as far as i can remember, art does not lie. it omits, and it obfuscates, but when it tells you something, you can be pretty fucking sure it means what it says.

so, why does it lie? is it, like our beloved murderbot, completely devoid of self-esteem? or does it just enjoy lying? no! this is the Asshole Research Transport, the Perihelion, the machine intelligence who will demonstrably do absolutely anything to keep its people safe. no, art lies because it has something to protect.

in each of these examples, art is protecting something. its identity. its crew's mission. its prospective relationship with secunit's humans. secunit's entire existence.

(you know, the more i write about art, the more i become convinced that protectiveness is its #1 defining character trait. as a side note.)

so, when art says something, you can be pretty sure that art is telling the truth. but wait a second. murderbot calls it a liar. why could that be?

(theory over now, by the way. this is about to diverge into headcanon/make fun of murderbot time. shoutout @marvelousmawn for the idea, because her brain is so big and sexy!)

yeah, why would our funky little secunit decide that art is a liar? what could art possibly tell its favorite construct that would make it decide that art is lying through its metaphorical teeth? what has secunit consistently, constantly been wrong about throughout the entire series? any guesses? i've got one!

yeah, my bet's that art complimented it one too many times, and murderbot decided it was full of shit.

what a way to get a reputation for being a liar. by being too nice to your bestie.

seren end theory.

[duckysprouts]

hello i just saw that you are self taught and i was wondering what you started with or if you just went for drawing whatever you could hail mary and then just slowly figured it out from there? asking as a beginner artist attempting to do the second because i have no patience for the first

also how long did it take your art looks very cool

thank u for ur kind words!

i started drawing because i liked comic books but i didn’t have access to the internet and couldn’t look at pretty pictures of my fav character. so it became a “fine i’ll do it myself” thing and i had to learn to be better at art so i could do my favs justice. so it was just printer paper and pencils at the beginning. i began digital art when i was 12. no fancy tools needed, my favourite brush is the default square brush on procreate, and i draw with sharpies on paper

please don’t treat the process of learning to draw as something tedious or a means to an end. watching yourself improve is a very rewarding experience, and is part of the art itself. no shortcuts i’m afraid. i would advise you to draw things you really love and keep pushing through.

not sure when i finally started to like my art tho. i don’t think there’s any artist who is truly satisfied with their work, that’s what keeps pushing us to get better. i actually was under the impression that my art style was kinda generic until u guys pointed out that u could recognize it. so everything is in the eye of the beholder, haha.

[takaraphoenix]

Me: This Stetopher fic is gonna be a PWP, just Peter and Chris riling each other up about Stiles, Stiles seducing them!!

The Fic: Okay, good plan. But what if, hear me out, we also include a rewrite of season 3A??

Me: …that just doesn't sound very PWP though

The Fic: But Right Hand Stiles though

Me: Okay, yeah, interesting new concept, especially paired with Left Hand Peter

The Fic: And while we're at it, Pack Mom Stiles

Me: I mean, I did accidentally open the fic up with a platonic Steroyd bonding fic, might as well throw Isaac at Stiles too, right?

The Fic: So that Daddy Kink would pair beautifully with some Stilinski Family Feels and Stiles' worry when his dad didn't believe him, right?

Me: ...Yeah. Yeah, it would.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 6

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Disrobing, CMNF (clothed male naked female), hamstring stretches (advised by the appropriate medical professional), praise, kink negotiations, kissing, touching over clothes, touching under clothes, explicit consent

“Feelin’ good?”

Simon’s got you laying back on the bed, a thick pillow under your neck and shoulders. You’re still wearing your cami, but he didn’t tell you to keep the pants. You usually don’t wear them for your stretches, so you had shucked them off before it had even occurred to you that maybe you shouldn’t. When glanced at him for his reaction, his eyes had been dark and hungry.

Now, you look at him, looking at you, and feel a bit breathless. “Y-yeah.”

“Green?”

“Green,” you say, a bit more firm. “I’m very comfortable, thank you.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Proposal. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged,” you answer, a little startled. “You want to try something?”

He puts one knee on the bed by your feet. “’M gonna help you. Hold your legs and apply a bit of pressure. Acknowledge.”

“You want to help me with my leg stretches.” You can’t help but feel a bit nervous, looking at the muscles in his arms. “You’re going to hold my legs, and also apply some pressure.”

“You’re going to tell me when it feels good, and when it feels bad,” he continues. “Use your scale. Acknowledge.”

God, he’s so good to you. Your lower back releases tension you didn’t know you were still holding. “I’m going to use my scale to tell you how it feels. Three is perfect, one is way too light, five is way too hard. Acknowledged.”

He coaxes you to bend your legs as he climbs fully on the bed, until your left thigh is over one of his, your other foot wedged under his shin. The memory foam dips under your own weight, but it feels like the whole bed is tipping to accommodate him. You’re not sure where to look as he plants a hand by your shoulder, blocking out the rest of the room.

He touches the back of your knee and you jump.

“Easy,” he whispers. His thumb sweeps over the front of your thigh before he lifts with the barest pressure. When your calf is cradled under his arm, he asks. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you rasp. Swallow. Try again. “Yeah. One.”

He pushes your knee up toward your diaphragm, then pulls your leg straight. “Hips,” he rumbles.

You glance down between you at where his shirt and sweatpants are making a valiant effort of keeping everything contained. “Uh huh.”

The hand on the bed comes up to cup your chin. He chuckles down at you. “Keep your ‘ips lined up right, Bambi.”

It’s the eye contact. It’s all the physical contact. It’s the day catching up to you. Whatever it is, your body lights up and your brain shuts off. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Fuck.” He rumbles, shuffling forward and pulling your ass into the cradle of his thighs. When you try to wiggle, to feel him where he’s half hard against you, he uses his grip on your leg to hold you still. “So polite. My good girl. Can you be patient for me?”

You whine, one of your hands coming up to grip his forearm. “Please?”

“Gotta do your stretches first,” he rumbles. “That was the deal. TV, stretches, then the reward. Acknowledge.”

His grip on you is easy and solid. The way you’re folded under him means you’re well and truly stuck. You push the shin of your bent leg against his inner thigh and shiver when he doesn’t even twitch. “Please?”

“Stretches first,” he chuckles, pressing his thumb to your lips. “When I make you come, I don’t want to hurt you. Acknowledge.”

If he looks down, he is going to see how wet you are through your panties. “Acknowledged. Stretches first.”

“And…?”

And? You freeze in the act of touching the tip of your tongue to his thumb. “Uh. Unsure?”

“Keep your hips even,” he reminds you, enunciating as he stares into your eyes. “Acknowledge.”

“Keep my hips even,” you answer. You lick the pad of his thumb. It’s calloused and salty, and you want it in your mouth. “Acknowledged.”

“Good girl.”

He sits back enough to lift your left leg until your calf is on his shoulder, your knee slightly bent. And then he leans forward, bracing your leg until it straightens, incrementally.

Years ago, even this gentle pull to your hamstrings would have had you crying. Now, there’s the slightest burn as you flex your foot. You let him push until that burn spikes, and then you tap his arm twice. “Three, right there.”

“Good,” he rumbles. “Thirty seconds. You can do it, pretty girl.”

You could hold this position for an hour if he praises you through it. And he does, hushed words and gentle kisses pressed to whatever part of your leg he can reach. Your muscles relax into the position in record time. And then he’s easing back, massaging the back of your thigh and coaxing your knee to bend.

“Number.”

“Three,” you mumble as he switches sides, pulsing your right leg in preparation. “Two point eight.”

“Good girl.”

Your right leg does not want to move like the other one, probably as a result of sleeping on the floor. Simon notices almost before you do, doesn’t push you leg as far back as the other.

“Three point two,” you tell him before he can prompt you. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath as he pulls back the barest hint. “Good, good. Three.”

His hands are large and warm, one on the front of your lifted thigh, the other on your opposite hip. His thumb slips under the edge of your cami, rubbing back and forth. You let yourself focus on the rhythm of it, timing your breaths with the way his calluses drag against your skin. Sooner than you expect, he’s bringing your leg back down.

When you open your eyes, Simon is already looking at you. You’re not sure what he’s seeing. Before you can stop it, your brain says nothing he’s impressed by. Looking at his upper arms, which are almost as big around as your thighs, you feel distinctly unremarkable. Simon is so big. He has so many scars. He’s literally a hero. And here he is helping you with your hip mobility. God, how pathetic-

“Back to me,” Simon rumbles. He drops your legs on either side of his hips and leans forward to take your face in one hand again. “C’n almost see your mind racing, Bambi. Where’d you go?”

He’s hard against you, so big through the few layers between you that your head spins. It takes you a moment to parse out the question. When you do, you avoid his eyes. “M’ sorry.”

Simon’s other arm slides under your lower back, anchoring you closer as he rocks his hips down into yours. “Are you?”

Words gone, you gasp an affirmative noise. When your hands come up to grasp at his arm and his shoulder, he rewards you with another roll of his hips and a deep groan. He lets you grind up against him, startling another soft noise out of you.

This time, when he kisses you, he licks into your mouth immediately. His hand tilts your face where he wants it as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. All you can do is hold on. And even that becomes tenuous when he pushes your panties aside to grab a palm full of your ass.

The next roll of his body into yours is is the perfect friction against your clit. You surprise yourself with the noise you make as your hips buck into him without your input. The leg you wrap around his his waist gives you the leverage to chase the feeling, until the kiss ends as abruptly as it started.

Hands wrapped around your heaving sides, Simon sits back on his heels, his own breaths coming deep and ragged. His eyes are so dark as he looks over you. You gasp as his right slides up, pushing at your shirt, until he can swipe a thumb over your nipple.

“Thought I was ‘aving an ‘ard time styain’ disciplined before,” he chuckles as he squeezes at your skin. “Look’t you.” The flimsy shirt gets bunched up around your collar bones as he pets and pinches gently at you. “So fuckin’ soft, made for spoilin’. ‘Ow’m I supposed to keep focused?”

When he pinches your nipple again, you whine. “Simon, please!”

“Gotta do one more set, Bambi,” he chides, one hand sliding down to tease at the edge of your panties. When you whine again, he shushes you gently. “I know. “Y’re a good girl. Been waiting so patiently for your reward. So I have a proposal. Acknowledge.”

“Yes,” you gasp. At this point, you’ll do whatever he wants. “Okay. We can do it.”

“No,” he corrects, pulling at your nipple, just enough to make your back arch. “Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged!” You moan when his pinching fingers go light and gentle again.

“Gonna keep doing your stretches,” he tells you, as he tugs your panties over the curve of your ass. He nods, and you can’t help but nod along, arching to let him pull them up your thighs. “An’ since you’re being so good, you can ‘ave one o’ my fingers in that pretty cunt.”

[ladyofthebookcase]

in general i enjoyed lcb regular checkup a lot. That Fucking Vampire, However,

[cubiecat]

POV: you're about to get smacked

if the background looks familiar, it's because it's inspired by the glowy rock hidey hole in which the dreamless can be found after act VI >:33 great location, just wish i could take photos of it while gliding lol

[poxsart]

A bastard among MEN

I am in love with TADC, Gooseworx really snapped with this one. I'm slowly getting back with drawing. I do apologize that I don't post as often as I should. I want to elevate my digital artwork but I feel like I'm so stuck at level one.. Like yeah, it's okay but I feel like it could be so much better. And I just don't know where to start. I hope you guys enjoy it. I had a lot of fun drawing Jax.

Jax belongs to @gooseworx !!

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[oomox]

women/dykes/gnc ppl in the trades: what has ur experience been like? I’m considering going to trade school but I’m slightly apprehensive. I’ve worked in kitchens on and off for the past 6 years and how male-dominated it is can get me pretty down so I’m wondering how the trades compare

[pallas-perspective]

How would you, hypothetically, groom a Wobble?

What a wonderful question anon! Most of this information is going to be a synthesis of caring for Oshawotts and Sobbles, so there may be some things unique to hybrids that I am missing. (If you happen to be one please reach out to me and let me know what's up with you, I might have some tips!)

One of the most important things to have is regular access to clean, warm water. Oshawotts thrive in warmer waters, though Sobbles can vary in preference (depending on the breed and how they usually prefer to gain body heat).

One of the big things about fur care for Oshawotts is keeping it clean through regular grooming. This can be helped, though, by keeping up a good diet and vitamin intake. Try to have some seafood and a good amount of vitamin a. (Unlike some creatures, Oshawott's insulating power comes from trapping air in their dense undercoat rather than spreading any kinds of oils (or any blubber), so you don't need to stimulate the production of those, just keep healthy and their coat'll be nice and shiny!)

As long as the outer guard hairs are clean and the undercoat is fluffed up, a Wobble should remain warm and comfortable!

The fur is very important to care for, it allows Oshawott to thrive in temperatures they aren't usually suited too and should help the Sobble "part" of a Wobble to maintain heat easier. (You may not even need a heat rock, though neither does Princess and she adores laying in the sunlight anyway.)

Overall, try to clean the coat with a neutral shampoo if it's particularly dirty, but otherwise regular rinses and fluffing should take care of most things! Just make sure not to use anything oil based (like some perfumes) as that can interfere with its insulating power.

I'm not sure if they have to deal with any molting, if they do... Well I'll write something seperate about that! (I have to do a write up on steel type care too). But very quickly, it happens more frequently at younger ages and happens in patches, most likely with the tail in this case. It's totally fine and natural. If the Wobble seems to be getting a bit too dry there are gentle moisturizing options that should help!

Less related to care... If a Wobble feels quite lost or distanced because of their change... If they could find a way to rest against a friend while they swam it could do a lot for them, emotionally.

[sins-of-the-sea]

Hey, so, couple of questions.

What's the conversion rate of gil to actual money?

And also: this is technically Guy's money, are you not going to tell him about it, or is he going to get like a small weekly allowance to prevent him from being an idiot too quickly?

"Well, how he's going to get the money depends on... depends on... uh...…….

"RASHIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!"

"I'm right here, Captain. If we are to go by this website, 100M Gil is worth-

"....$46.34 USD. So, actually…

"We're not rich at all. 50M Gil is just $23.17 USD."

"Right, but consider converting $23.17 USD to 1721 pounds. That's more or less around… 20 pounds? That's about a few month's wages for a merchant trader. So…. a nice thing. I wouldn't mind giving that all at once to Guy and hope he doesn't spend it all on hookers and blow."

"Granted, I was using MMO auction house rates. If you look at Midgar rates, a common potion would be 50 Gil, while the most expensive item, the Sylkis Greens--food items for Chocobos--is 5000 Gil. I don't see everyday commodities like bread or milk to compare the rates, so I am going to assume the common potion is roughly the same price as a gallon of milk. So in that rate, 50M Gil…

"…WOULD make us filthy rich."

"Clearly we move to Midgar, then."

"Captain, let me tell you about Shinra, SOLDIER, Avalanche, and the Lifestream…."

[atereal]

Stealing the tags

hey girl, are you (be cool and edgy) a gun (but not too edgy!) because you're pretty (great job, you've fucked this up already no going back) and i want you in my mouth? (say something british now, that never fails) tally-ho!

[crabcrabcrabmeat]

I get that bdsm is like, by definition the eroticisation of mainstream power dynamics with eg cops, nuns, nurses n so on as agents of State, Church, Medicine and thus embody domination even when that form is a mass produced halloween costume but it's so funny cause u end up w The Most Sexually Explicit Things Culturally Possible being--to the naïve at least, the most mundane.

[sinsofnivan]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your idols and you. ♡

SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3

PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.

A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3

the meanest. ♡

the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.

BABY, MYSTERY.

the nastiest. ♡

spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.

MYSTERY, BABY.

the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡

has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.

oh, and jerks off to your panties.

all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.

the sweetest. ♡

puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.

ROMANCE. duh. who else.

the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )

ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.

JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.

MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.

ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.

BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.

most likely to break the bed. ♡

ABBY. i don’t need to explain.

most likely to ruin you for anyone else.

will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.

MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.

most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡

they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time. 

MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.

most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

praise enthusiasts. ♡

JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.

degradation enthusiasts. ♡

MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.

loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.

ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.

loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.

ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.

orally fixated. ♡

ROMANCE, JINU.

will manhandle you. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

who cums the most?

ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.

teases the most.

all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.

"mine,"

JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.

"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.

"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.

"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.

"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

"n, no, do—!"

the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.

"i don't think so."

end,

[advisedskills]

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