#revving the engine

[fleshengine]

Being poly is great for a lot of reasons, but not being my gf’s everthing is nice. I’ve been around the block with monogamous relationships. There’s so much pressure involved. I have to be perfect, I have to meet all my partner’s needs, otherwise I’m a bad partner. It’s stifling, and a crazy amount of pressure. I’ve found in mono relationships, I try to integrate my life with my partner as much ad possible so they don’t feel left out and then I can’t get away from them. There becomes no moment that I am free to be me without them involved.

Being poly cleverly sidesteps this in allowing other people to meet some of the needs of my girls. Yeah I still try to integrate my gfs into my life, but they can’t both be in everything and that takes pressure off. I have things that only I do and things I do with each of them and things we all do together. I’m not nervous about my gfs feeling lonely when I’m not around because I know that they each have another gf, and their own friendgroups to occupy them. If I can’t meet a need I don’t feel pressured to do it anyway at my detriment. I’m sure that they will get it elsewhere or directly ask me for it.

Basically being poly makes me so much happier because having two girlfriends is neat and those girlfriends having girlfriends means there’s way less pressure on me to be perfect.

[fleshengine]

Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me

People actually believe this shit?

There's dozens of stories telling us to not do exactly this

That's straight up a guy standing very still.

Here's a pic of it next to people. Inhumanly tall right? It's on a platform. I can't find a video of it moving, probably because it either can't and it's just a mannequin, or because humans trying to act like robots fail in every way.

Why does it have this random blue ring? What purpose does this serve other than looking cool?

Also here's another angle of it

What are these for? What purpose does a carabiner serve attached to the head of a robot? What's with that weird tac-rail thing? Why does the faceplate cut off like that? Well I'll fucken tell ya.

It's because it's one of these (image flipped for clarity):

This is a Personalized Black Cyberpunk Mask Cosplay Mechanical Sci-fi Gear Cyberpunk Helmet Role-playing Halloween Party Music Festival. Guess where I found it? Aliexpress!

https://www.aliexpress.us/w/wholesale-cyberpunk-robot-mask.html?spm=a2g0o.home.search.0

It's not an exact match, the carabiner is rotated and the visor looks a little different. But that's 100% a mask you can buy for <$50, and there are hundreds of different versions.

Some of them even come with obnoxious glowing blue rings

Remember, there's a lot of crazy shit happening in the world, but occasionally governments will put a mask on a mannequin and try to tell you it's a police robot. If you look at something and think "there's no way that's real" there's a decent chance you're right.

[lotus-pear]

partners in crime or smt idk

[fleshengine]

It’s not really a special level of oppression. Just a different life experience. I think it’s a combination of feeling neglected and lied to. Being told if you try harder then it’ll work and you try harder and it does work so no one looks closer at how hard you have to try to succeed. Any failure feels like a personal failure because you know you can do it, even if it’s hard. You used to be able to function just fine, so why can’t you now?

Being unable to do things when you’re a child means you grow up disrespected and ignored, but possibly understood. It’s considered normal when you can’t do something, shameful maybe, but normal for you.

They’re different experiences. In one you grow up dealing with that feeing of shame. In the other you have to grapple with the fact that you’ve ramped up to putting enormous amounts of energy into things that other people find trivial later in life. It’s a much more dramatic experience, and a lot to come to terms with grief-wise. I was in denial about that shit for a looong time.

I think about it like this, a wheelchair user and a cane user might both have the same condition, but it affects them differently and they can manage different parts of it. As a side effect, they have different lives, experiences, and thoughts about disability. The wheelchair user might have been subjected to the horrors of the medical system for longer. The cane user might have avoided using it for a while because of internalized ableism. It’s not about special levels of oppression, it’s just different lives.

[comicaurora]

O sad to see that myths has been sunsetted. Are the pins also going to stop? Btw have you watched blood of Zeus?

no the pins are not going to stop

no, journey to the west is also not going to stop, it is a Legends Summarized, I have only sunsetted Miscellaneous Myths

the series is not necessarily permanently dead, but it is not currently happening because it stopped being a fun educational diversion for me and turned into a tedious monthly slog

the myths were extremely fun for me to make and research at a certain point in my life, but my focus has since shifted to a broader and deeper-scoped interest in the evolution of storytelling as a whole, making finding and summarizing individual tales without greater context or analysis increasingly unrewarding for me. there's a more in-depth analysis and explanation in the video.

this is also something that really stressed me out at the time because I was worried that by stopping this series I was letting down the people who'd gotten invested in it, which is honestly probably why it took me over a year to accept that I wasn't having any fun making them. they had been fun once, rewarding, energizing, and it really scared me to think I was outgrowing being able to make something so many people liked. I had no idea what would happen. I didn't know how much of our audience was only sticking around for the shortform snark about mythical doofs who died stupid.

that said, there hasn't been a new misc myth in eight months and apparently nobody who missed the announcement even noticed.

[aimdoesart]

This game either brings me levels of serotonin or pure unadulterated anxiety.

There is no in between.

[fleshengine]

I think the main reason The Magnus Archives got the attention it did, in contrast to other, better, horror podcasts was 1. because there's two gay men in the core cast, and 2. something I've taken to calling the Sorting Hat Effect.

If a piece of young adult fiction has different categories the characters fall into, typically without their knowledge, consent, or involvement in the matter, people will go crazy with making sonas and OCs about it. Look at Percy Jackson, with the kids all having different godly parents and that designating what cabin they live in, and what powers if any they have. Look at Divergent with the different groups decided by some arbitrary and arcane test, I don't remember what they're called because it's been over a decade since I read it and I didn't like Divergent, next example. Look at Harry Potter with the Hogwarts Houses, chosen by magic hat and indicative of the character's soul or some shit.

All of these things are basically the fast track to characterization. They act as base templates for fans to build characters off of, and they're things that people can easily speculate on about themselves. If someone likes the piece of media they may even start to identify with the category. How many times have you seen someone with their hogwarts house proudly displayed?

The Magnus Archives uses this phenomenon extremely well. Smirke's 14 are teased out from from Season 1 but it isn't until episode 111 that all of them, their names, and their rituals, are explicitly told to the viewer. That's near the end of season 3, and shortly before the fandom began to really explode (from what I've gathered). The interesting thing about the world of TMA is that each character can belong to an entity among Smirke's 14, and simultaneously be haunted by one or more other entities.

When compared side by side with other horror podcasts, The Magnus Archives's horror is mid, its writing is mid, its characters are mid, its queerness is mid, and it owes its success to a writing device that suckles growing fandoms better than anything else I've ever seen. In short, 7.5/10, a decent gateway drug to better things.

Go listen to The Silt Verses, The White Vault, Hello From The Hallowoods, Archive 81, and Wolf 359. They're better.

(Oh and for the record I haven't listened to The Magnus Protocol yet)

[mail-me-a-snail]

as someone who was in the mines of "drawing a characters robotic arm from increasingly difficult angles" before, i yearn for those times. so heres my take on blu engie's gunslinger, based on modern prosthetic forearms

its worth noting that, before he cloned himself to create red engie, he had the original gunslinger, ie he was only missing his hand. he decided to upgrade himself not only bc he had the means to, but bc he wanted to differentiate himself from his clone so that he would always be distinctly the original, even if he would be the only one to know that

inspired by vi's hextech gauntlets and ofc, johnny silverhand's arm. i miss drawing johnny every day of my life

[laseracronym]

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

(Requests)

[dragonflauz]

my hottest batfam take is the batmobile is a stickshift

[peregrinethegryphon]

Sometimes I wonder if road rage was an essential gameplay feature of Turbotime... or if Turbo is just Like That...

[kumatajdg]

Dear Friends,

The Fat Controller is organising special events on Sodor to celebrate 80 years of the Thin Clergyman's 'Engine Stories'. He asked me to make this poster about them.

If you would like to own one, please visit https://kumatajdg.com/shop/ ! :)

I hope you enjoy it.

- The Artist

[fleshengine]

Hey I mean this respectfully but you should delete your account and walk to the nearest body of water and go fishing and forget the internet exists.

I’m a fourth year english major and in that time I’ve thought a lot about writing. I used to agree with you, but after some eyeopening classes and a lot of internal dialogue I’ve come to realize how stupid I sounded. Yes the subgenre has issues, and a lot of the writing in it is sub par. But there’s something in it that really resonates with people and inspires them to write. If even ten percent of the people who write “humans are space orcs” stories go on to write other stories and purposefully progress their skills, then it’s worth it in my book.

It’s like romance that way. There’s more issues than I can count in the wider smut-writing community. But you know what? Romance and smut books are some of the most popular in the world and the genre is consistently one of the most read. If it gets people reading, if it gets people writing, then shame on anyone who writes it off as “groan-worthy.”

As for sentencing the originators of an idea to a gulag… that’s like burning Mary Shelley at the stake because sci fi in the 60s was often misogynistic. I don’t particularly like bogleech or prokopetz for my own reasons, but you’re punishing the father for the sins of the son.

You seem like a lame person and I hope we never interact again, but tell me if you catch anything and I’ll carve a headstone for the fish.

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

[wasteland-wrecker]

[milos15gameplays-blog]

My drawing of Thomas in a style of Alexander Reginald Payne as a warm up.

[hinasouda-week]

💥24 HOURS REMAIN!!💥

the start of #hinasoudaweek2025 is fast approaching! one last reminder that the event is starting on monday and to use the tag #hinasoudaweek2025 for your submissions! can't wait to see y'all there! 💖💚