#Sorry it's not silly robots today

[shortcircuitthegreat]

Have my 72nd(?) job interview today. It needs to go well and I need to get hired for once because 1) if I have to spend one more day in my parents' house over this blessed winter break I am going to lose my mind and 2) my laptop, which I fixed 2-3 weeks ago with a brand new battery, has decided not to work anymore and needs to be replaced. Something that will run everything I need for school goes for $2000. I do not have $2000. I am going to make a human sacrifice to manifest a job at this rate. (For legal reasons that was not a serious proclamation.) Clearly I pissed off SOME force because my luck is atrocious. I should not be struggling this much to find a job when I have more work history than most other people at this point (ain't specifying), am pursuing two STEM degrees, and am heavily involved in pretty much everything I can be. I do soooo much stuff and I can't get a job anywhere and that's crazy. (But I've heard from others the job market sucks, so this isn't as targeted as it feels...and that does not make me feel better about looking for something post-grad.)

Good things HAVE happened but not the things I NEED (i.e. employment and money and functioning technology so I can do the freelance work that has made me next to nothing but remains the one thing tethering me to this realm).

invoking the power of the gods in the club rn

I also need Loki to stop fucking with me because this stopped being funny 69 rejections ago. I very much take a "whatever's meant to be will be" approach to life but come on.

It's also that I feel awful not working when the rest of my family is. Taking a break and doing nothing all day feels acceptable when you're 18-19 and home for the holidays or whatever, but at my age it does not. I feel like I'm leeching off my parents if I'm at home and not contributing anything.

[rubysundaey]

(kinda) new miku art challenge just dropped… miku more like MEku amiright (insert laugh track here)

^ OG post

[supurman]

this is here i rp if you guys were wondering.

[linabirb]

seeing synthv lite and flt covers brings me so much joy.. like wow.. i can make cool stuff even with the free voicebanks.. even if they sound more robotic than the full ones..

[fitzfunnymoments]

I do another character every 100 years apparently

[kazuhaiku]

love story

summary: kinich makes a surprise visit to fontaine and wants to spend the entire day with you, no excuses.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff, might be ooc kinich (it's just my interpretation on his personality as of now).

notes: silly little kinich fic as my first post >< reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

“kinich!” you exclaim from the hunters’ guild, a huge smile on your face as you see him walking towards you, a nonchalant look on his face as usual. “hey! i didn’t know you were visiting fontaine. you should have told me!”

“it wouldn’t be a surprise if i tell now would it?” kinich replies, ajaw beside him nodding in agreement. “what are you doing in the hunters’ guild? did you receive a new commission?”

“mhm,” you hum in reply. “lumine and paimon are taking a day off so i’m taking over their commissions for today!” you hand him the list of commissions that are currently available to do and you swear you can see a faint glint of disappointment in his eyes when he sees how many commissions there are to do. “i’m-”

“let me help.” kinich abruptly cuts you off. “you’ll get this finished faster when i’m helping. i’m allowed to help, right?” his eyes flicker over to katheryne who is smiling amusingly. 

“yes of course, if that’s okay with y/n?” katheryne eyes you knowingly. despite katheryne being a robot, she has a clear understanding of the tension between you and kinich (a little too well, if you must say).

you clear your throat. “oh um- yeah of course you can help!” kinich smiles at your answer. he keeps the piece of paper containing the commission details inside his pocket.

“come on, no time to waste. we have lots of things to do today.” kinich exclaims almost excitedly, and you can’t help but wonder what plans he’s got for you today (because why else would he come all the way from natlan to fontaine?).

kinich indeed wasted no time because as soon as there was a fight, he jumped straight into it, killing the enemies almost instantly. before you know it, the commissions are all done hours before your predicted finish time.

kinich wipes the sweat away from his forehead, acting as if he didn’t just do all the commission for you. he turns around and gives you a big smile. “we’re done now, yeah? you’re finished with work?”

“um, yeah…” you stare at kinich as if he just ate a spider.

kinich tilts his head to the side. “what? why are you staring at me like that?”

“no it’s just,” you let out a small laugh, suddenly finding kinich’s actions a bit funny. “aren’t you acting a bit too… desperate?”

“d-desperate?” kinich stutters, a red hue filling his cheeks. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you raise your eyebrows. “really? so you did all my commissions in under ten minutes, used every single teleport waypoint instead of exploring the land like you always do, and made me watch you do the commissions instead of letting me help?”

kinich’s cheeks turn darker as you speak, and he immediately covers his face, as if his plan has been busted. “okay, you’re right. i’m… desperate.” he removes his hand from his face, pulling you into a tight hug. “i missed you so much, okay? my work lasted much longer than i had expected, and there was no time for me to write a letter to you.”

you can practically hear the pout in his voice. you gently pat his back, consoling him. “i missed you even more, kinich. how long has it been since we last met?”

“four weeks.” kinich says almost instantly.

you hum. kinich lets go of you, however, one of his hands is still holding one of yours tightly. he doesn’t say anything, and only focuses on caressing your hands, as if you are going to disappear when he lets go.

“kinich,” you call out, and his head whips up. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“i know, i’m sorry,” kinich sighs. “i had so many plans for us today but now i can’t even think of what we should do first.”

“well, considering i- we finish the list of commissions earlier than i had expected… why don’t we start from the top of the list?” you suggest. kinich’s eyes lit up, however, there is a glint of confusion behind it. “of course i know about the list. we’ve been dating for, what, four months now? i know you keep a list whenever we go out.”

kinich makes a sound of surprise and he lowers his head, slowly grabbing the piece of paper from his pocket. he hands it to you silently. “you know me too well, y/n.”

you smile, opening the paper. there aren’t many things on the paper, considering that he listed only five things; explore the court of fontaine, stop by the cafe there and have a nice little coffee date with y/n :), ride the aquabus (seems like fun), visit the opera epiclese, visit the chioriya boutique and gift y/n an outfit!

“wow…” you gasp in awe. “chioriya boutique? how’d you know i like her outfits?”

“remember the letter we last sent out to each other?” kinich asks and you nod. “well, you briefly mentioned her. how you love the outfits she makes and you made a little note on the side saying how you really want an outfit from her but you don’t have enough mora to buy one.”

“that- kinich that letter was probably sent a month ago! how do you still remember that?” you ask, surprised that he remembers the small detail.

kinich only smiles in response. “well, no time to explain. come on, let’s ride the aquabus! i’ve been dying to ride them ever since i got here.”

he pulls you and starts running, almost making you tumble. well, since he’s really excited, you can’t really complain. a happy kinich is a sight to behold.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Ask me Anything...

Today seems just like any other boring day, slaving away in the office, but something different is about to happen. The steady hum of fluorescent lights is broken by the squeaky sound of wheels rolling up behind you. Someone is visiting your cubicle...

"Dude, you ok?" you ask, startled by the sorry state of your coworker.

His name is John. He started working here a month before you did, but he's always labeled you as "the new guy." He's really annoying about it, but you've never complained. It's hard to get mad when you've got a crush on him. It just sucks that he's straight and always teasing you in front of the boss

"Seriously, John," you wave a hand in front of his unresponsive face, "Are you alive? You're drooling all over your shirt!"

His blank expression is unsettling, but seeing him slumped over in his seat like a lifeless sex doll is turning you on. You can't help but stare at the parted lips or the limp body. With a shudder of excitement, you notice the outline of his thick package as his slacks ride up his waist.

His prolonged silence is making you more nervous, "John? I'm starting to get worried..."

Suddenly his head jerks up! His glassy eyes stare blankly in your direction as his lips mechanically form the words, "Do not worry about this man's health. Your colleague will be returned to normal with no memory of this."

His robotic response only puts you more on edge, "John, why are you talking in the third-person?"

Before you get an answer, the man springs out of his chair and drops to the floor, sitting on his knees in front of you without a thought in his head. This can't be the John you know!

Everything about this feels unnatural and wrong. His words sound rehearsed, like they're coming from a machine in his throat. His movements are limp and uncoordinated, like they're being pulled by invisible strings. Someone has taken over your coworker!

"This body is being used as a messenger," he explains from his knees, "He is being used to announce that the Bluecollarmcandtf is now open for Asks. For a short time, you can use the Ask feature to request a story..."

"What!" you gasp and glance around the office nervously. You can't believe that a silly blog you follow has somehow taken over your hot coworker! What if your boss comes out and sees John on his knees in front of you? How is this even possible?

"...you can ask for anything, and Bluecollarmcandtf will bring your fantasy to life. Maybe you want someone in your life transformed. Maybe you want them controlled. Maybe you want them humiliated. Bluecollarmcandtf will take care of it for you as long as you follow him..."

Your mind is racing, and you can barely grasp what John is telling you. Mostly, you're just worried someone is going to catch sight of your coworker kneeling in front of you!

"Ok, thanks for letting me know," you grit your teeth anxiously, "Please put John back to normal now."

"...John won't go back to normal just yet," John answers numbly, "Give him commands to obey. His body is yours to boss around for the next twenty-four hours..."

"Boss John around?" you gasp, wondering what to make him do.

"You have ten seconds to give John a command. If you don't, he's going to start braying like a donkey at the top of his lungs. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6..."

"Ok! Just shut up and kiss my feet!" you blurt it out a little louder than you mean to, but at least John won't start drawing any more attention to you by acting like an animal.

John stops his countdown and lowers his face to the floor, planting a kiss on each of your fancy loafers. The funny thing is that he doesn't stop. I suppose you weren't specific enough with your command because he just keeps mindlessly switching between each shoe, making out with them like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Your mind is racing with what to do next. Already, ideas of how to humiliate him and use him are swimming through your head, but remember what he told you. Asks are open!

Don't be afraid to request taking someone else under your control. Maybe Bluecollarmcandtf could do something about that boss of yours? You'll obviously have to be careful about what you ask. Fantasies can always be misinterpreted...

[deskraven]

Looking through my drafts and found this silly comic I made before Season 2 aired (the last 2 rows are drawn today).

At that time I thought cyber-syncing would create a new individual who represents the relationship between its components (similar to Steven Universe gem fusion).

I also thought by saying "Jawbreaker wants to cyber-sync, but he's left out" the synopsis is implying that we will get a Hash-shade cyber-sync in this episode, and that this episode would address the conflicts and tension between the Malto siblings, as well as the fact that kids really should have friends outside their family.

These thoughts are not very well reflected in this comic lol. The comic was made to make fun of how hideous J'BAM looks lol. Sorry J'BAM but you guys look terrible.

You can find my cyber-sync designs here:

I also tried to make a Hashtag-Jawbreaker fusion but never finished their robot mode.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could we get some ummmm jealous!Vanessa and reader hcs mayhaps? 🙏

"There you go, handsome. You're all set for your show."

"Thank you, Superstar. You're very kind..Officer Vanessa's lucky to have you as a significant other." Glamrock Freddy smiles after you finished up some maintenance work on him. "You've improved her daily mood by 90% since you two became an official couple."

"....you can calculate our exact moods by percentages?"

"..erm...no, I merely made up that statistic. I'm sorry-"

"I'm just kidding, silly bear. You can head back to your green room." You laugh, gently patting his chestplate before sending him on his way-

Only for him to nearly collide into Vanessa as she barges into the P&S room, impatient.

"A-Apologies, Officer. I did not see you-"

"Of course you didn't. Just get going. You're already running late."

You raise an eyebrow at your girlfriend's attitude, and when Freddy leaves she's just standing there brooding.

"His solo doesn't start for another ten minutes-"

"Yeah, but it's gonna take him at least five to get back to his room." She scowls. "And maybe longer if the brats keep stopping him along the way."

"Okay, I get it." You sigh, turning back to the computer terminal to log out. "You seem to care an awful lot about Freddy being punctual today, Nessie.."

"..well the less time he wastes flirting with you, the better."

You pause.

"Wait...you thought he was..?"

Suddenly, it all made sense.

You knew Vanessa was always kind of moody on the clock, taking almost every little inconvenience to her work personally.

But for her to be outright jealous?? Of a robot, of all people??

You had to hold in your laughter, especially as you see the look on her face as she slowly realizes that her assumptions were indeed kind of stupid..

It's not like you could go and date the bear, anyways, and she damn well knows this.

But she needed to ask what Freddy said that made you laugh..because that's all she saw when she was looking through the window.

Plus she wishes she could make you laugh like that sometimes.

You explain the joke he made, and she becomes flustered...and surprised.

"So he...wasn't making fun of me?"

"Of course not! He thinks highly of us..he wouldn't try to break us up. He's our biggest supporter, if anything." You chuckle as you bring Vanessa into a hug, kissing her cheek. "But if you need any reassurance..there's nothing going on between us, okay?"

All she can do is nod, her smile slowly appearing and her jealousy disappearing.

She'll be a little less harsh on Freddy from now on...but she's gonna feel embarrassed about this for a while.

[missblissy]

Vox x reader but its fluufffy as shit- like im talking hurt/comfort like full on motherfucker is down so infamously bad

((Ofc Nonny UwU Vox is a guilty pleasure of mine, so this was fun to write. Again.... IM STILL A LIL RUSTY SO IM SORRY IF IT'S NO EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND QWQ... But! As always, Enjoy!))

Little taps traveled down the lush golden halls, with a tiny fury in each step. Sparks and zaps and zips twisted from the broken wires popping out of your skin. The arm you clutched tightly let out fizzes and glitches and your broken hand moved on its own. 

You found an elevator and slapped the buttons with your good hand then stared at the spycam in the corner, “Vox!” You whined, “Let me in!” Your high pitched cry was more of an annoying beg but still… It worked. The elevator’s door dinged and shut before lowering down into the catacombs of the mega tower.

At first some silly stupid song played in the elevator before a familiar voice came over the speakers, “What did you do now?” It was Vox. You raised a brow, a pointed and angry pout as you took a side glance at the spycam. Shameless guilt was on your face, as you caved and confessed, “It wasn’t my fault! I was just trying to get today’s filming done and that-” You stopped yourself and took a breath before you got worked up again, “Anyways,” You held up the broken arm and hand, “I need a tune up, and you know I won’t let the tech boys touch me,” 

The elevator slowly lost its walls and you were standing alone on a moving platform lowering itself to a bridge. You didn’t even wait for it to reach the ground or stop, you jumped halfway down and started skipping along the bridge. With a new tune in your step, happy to have gotten your way, you gave a cheerful wave to the tanks full of sharks while heading towards Vox’s lair. 

You first checked his room full of tv monitors and spy cams, he wasn’t in his Little Throne as he put it. So you made your way to his workshop. He was already there sorting through replacement arms for you. With your good arm you looped it with his and gave him a playful nudge, “Thank you, Voxxy~!” You hummed out, putting on extra layers of cuteness knowing he’d be annoyed with you already for interrupting his work. 

“Mhmm,” Vox hummed, then reached for a robotic arm. You quickly pushed his hand away from that one, “Not that model,” You told him, “Remember? It’s got that bug that makes the nervous system fail,” He just nodded his head and reached for another arm while gesturing for you to sit down. You did just that, sitting on the workbench with your feet swinging back and forth off the edge. 

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” Vox asked while keeping his eyes focused on the task at hand. He took your broken arm and first looked over the damage, then the hand as well. His eyes flicked up to yours as he added, “Or do I need to check the surveillance system?” His hands lightly grabbed you by the crook of your arm, bending it by the elbow to find the hidden port under your skin. He pressed nothing, just skin, but soon it lit up in the shape of a little heart.

You looked away with a pout, maybe the cute act wasn’t going to help. You huffed and rolled your eyes, “She started it!” You yelped, “I was doing the scene for this month’s show perfectly, as always, and the stupid bitch couldn’t deliver her lines right!” All while you ranted, Vox managed to run his finger along your arm and unlock the skin shell, uncovering the wires, blots, tubes and bars that made up your insides. 

A heavy gulp came from your throat, and your irritation slowly melted to an uncomfortable uneasiness. It was still so strange to you to be nearly fully made of bits and parts. So was Vox…. but still… It wasn’t a familiar concept to you quite yet. On the outside you looked completely the same as you’d always had in your afterlife. Selling your soul to the overlord was the biggest decision you’ve ever made. Surely one day you’d live to regret it, but so early on into the contract you hadn’t found any solid reason to regret a single choice you’ve made with Vox thus far.

He treated you so much better than Valentino did to Angel Dust. in fact Vox tried his best to keep you as far from them as possible. You were uniquely his. Literally, he made you. Bought your soul, tore it from its flesh and welded it to new metals. And you’d be lying entirely if you said you didn’t feel something for Vox. It was the biggest reason for being his, you felt some type of way and he liked to stroke that ego and play along with it.

Vox gave you a smug look however, with gentle hands he removed the arm entirely, “And who threw the first punch?” He asked. Which was a very good question, because you definitely did. Called out and put on the spot, your cheeks started to burn different shades of pink and red, “You’re still a prototype,” Vox hummed. From what you could feel, it was nice. The way his cool finger tips tentatively work at the seams of your sinews. He clearly was putting care into each and every work on your wiring, “You aren’t yet strong enough to take on a co-star, much less anyone, in a fight,” He said.

He had never been cruel with you, or even mean. Vox could be stern, like now, lecturing you to do better, be better. But his touch was always soft and careful. Like you were his greatest work of art, his favorite thing to work on, and his beloved precious project. And sure, he liked the person you were too. It was just a bonus that you could make him laugh, or get him to stop faking his smiles for real ones.

It didn’t help how often he kept you at his side. Filming was really the only time you were away from Vox, otherwise, you were always near, always in sight, and never too far from reach. Vox preferred it that way, and, honestly… so did you. So it was a welcoming and familiar touch, his hands tinkering away, checking you over as to look for any other damage.

Sheepishly you laughed and said, “Well, at least I only walked away with a broken arm,” And Vox chuckled along with you. The girl you fought couldn’t say as much. You nearly tore her in two… She was just so… annoying! And you got so sick of doing the same scene over and over and over…. “I taught her a thing or two about real tears, that’s for sure,” Your snotted little huff and pout was back, though luckily Vox seemed to enjoy it, “She had it coming, and I basically won if there was even a competition anyways,” 

He even agreed and said, “I’m sure you held your own, I don’t doubt you can’t kick some ass,” He then attached the new arm and started flicking and switching things on from within your hardware, “But I can’t have my little super star starting fights, or getting into them, or risk damaging the goods,” He smirked as he looked over his work with pride. Finally he snuck in a kiss and you felt all your rage melt away. First there was one on your cheek, then Vox gave you a quick but deep kiss before pulling away.

Vox then grabbed a new skin shell and snapped it in place, slowly feeling returned. The chill of his hands running down your arm, clearing off all the dust and fuzz, sent little buzzing sparks down the newly awakened skin, “It’s not good for our image either,” Vox added with a smirk and raised brow, “You’re my little super star, hell’s new sweetheart that everyone can’t get enough of,” He then fixed your hair, tuffing it back in place, curling it around your ear, “We can’t have leaks of you beating your co-star into a pulp getting out,” He rolled the sleeve of your shit back down, smoothed it out, and stole another kiss.

You could feel your arm again and life buzzed into the metal, until it heated up and felt all the same as any natural or organic creatures. As much as you like the coddling in his words, you tried out your wrist and looked at your nails, asking, “What am I, if I’m just your little super star? Are you trying to make your own fizz bot? A Vox bot? Whatever you call it, just some way to steal Mammon’s power?”

Vox smirked and pinched your cheek with his fingers and gave a little shake, cooing at you while saying, “To some degree, yes. A bigger, better, smarter one that runs off a human soul,” You pushed his hand away but he just grabbed your hand instead, pulled you off the table, to your feet, and gave you a little spin, “But for now, you’re just my favorite little toy, right?” 

A little yelp jumped from your lips as he spun you around, then caught you with one hand. You could not lie, the way this man spoiled you had you hooked, line and caught. He made it so easy for the both of you to forget what goes on outside this workshop of his. He made it easy to forget he owned you…. He made you what you are now.

Or perhaps that part of the deal you like. Who knows. It was unexplainable your attraction to him and you honestly didn’t mind being his pet, his distraction, his stowaway. Whatever one may call it, you were sucked in by his every word and move… every single time. Besides, you could pride yourself on being the one that cheered him up, that made him happy, especially when Valentino upset him. You were the one that Vox poured hours of his time into, who he tediously worked to improve. You were his favorite distraction.

He moved you about in a silly little mock dance, an equally silly tune playing from him, “And for now, your job is to just stay pretty, talented, flawless, and overall perfect just as you are,” His wooing words melted your metal heart. He slowed, holding your hands in his while he then gave a smile, a raised brow, and asked in a way that wasn’t really asking, but rather telling, “So no more fights, and ruining all my hard work, right?”

You blinked up at him, still slightly flustered from the mini dance, and even more so that he held you so close to him, “R-right,” You breathed then gave a small smile yourself. It was a strange relationship the two of you had, it clearly wasn’t something outsiders would understand. He peppered kisses along your new arm and trailed them up your shoulder, leaving a few on your cheek as you giggled out. 

He gave you a twirl then spun you off, “Now get back to work,” Vox’s grin stayed full on his face while you got your footing again. With a huff, you crossed your arms and gave a pointed look, teasing him obviously and putting on a bratty act, “I don’t need anymore distractions until about…” He paused and looked at his watch, “Five thirty?” 

Your foot tapped a few times and you shifted weight from one leg to the other, hip out in a sassy look, “I’m not a distraction,” You pouted, then rolled your eyes with a grin to match his, “Six thirty,” You challenged him, seeing if he could push off the time and actually commit to his work, “I should be done filming by then anyways,” 

“Fine,” Vox shrugged, seemingly unbothered by your teasing, “Six thirty,” He echoed. Vox then blew a little kiss to you, with spark and zap it zipped across the air in the shape of a little heart. The sweet sting of its electric shock warmed your cheek and let out a little snap on contact. You giggled and let your arms fall, a more cheeky look on your face and less of a pout as you spun on your heel and skipped back off to work.

[moonjxsung]

First off, I want to say thank you for all the lovely messages I’ve gotten since my last post. I have a lot of people supporting me and I don’t take that for granted in the slightest. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

The truth is, I do not feel safe on this blog right now. From people demanding requests about people I don’t bias/I refuse to write about, to people sharing my socials without my consent when I’ve trusted just a handful of you with them, to people sending requests that are completely against my guidelines or even straight up admitting they’re not of age to be following this blog in the first place. This is a lot I have to deal with right now and I don’t feel comfortable proceeding the way I am right now. I want to detail a few reminders and set a few boundaries moving forward:

1. Please don’t send me anything flirty/suggestive in my inbox if it pertains to me. It was cute and funny at first, but some of my asks right now are really graphic and it sounds like you’re just using me as a device for sexual gratification instead of being flirty in a silly way. It’s disappointing that some of you had to ruin it for the adults on here who did it as a joke.

2. Please don’t send me asks about anyone who’s not a member of skz. Your ask will be deleted. I’m not giving you the attention you so desperately seek.

3. I will be carefully combing through and blocking blogs without an age indicator later today. I haven’t had the time to properly do so in a little while, so if you haven’t already done so, please have your age in your bio or you will be blocked.

4. Queued requests will be slowing down as we head into the new year. I need to take some time for myself to find what’s going to work for this blog moving forward. Requests aside from that are closed and will be until further notice.

5. I will no longer be giving out my socials to anybody moving forward. It’s so unnerving to get a random message saying “x showed me your pics and you’re so pretty!” From somebody I didn’t deliberately share my socials with. Please do not circulate any of my social handles. If we were mutuals elsewhere previously, I’ve already blocked you, and I’m sorry I had to do so.

6. Lastly- my inbox is closed, sending messages on anon is no longer available to you all and the anon list will be updated whenever I decide to return.

I want to stay on this blog and I want to continue fulfilling requests, but some of you are making it really hard for this to feel like a safe space for me. I’m not a robot who spits out work every week, I’m a human being with a job and feelings and a life outside of this. This is just a hobby and you guys make it hard for me to even just consume stray kids content when I associate it with this level of discomfort.

That being said, this blog is on a small hiatus until I feel okay to start posting again. I’m sorry to all my regular anons who these people ruined it for, I’m grateful for all of you and I promise I’ll be here to lend a kindly ear when I’m in a better place. Rest assured I have a lot to fulfill me outside of this blog and I’ll be taking care of myself so we can reunite in good spirits when the new year comes around.

I love you all of you who did curate this to be a safe space for the rest of us and I’m thinking of you very dearly. Take care

- ⭐️

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: "Second Draft" which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

[lyralit]

4.1.24 - the importance of learning new things

As much as I think academic & work focus is incredibly important going into the new year, one of my other goals is to practice doing more: to learn all of the things I want to do, in addition to work, in addition to writing. I want to know how to do thousands of little things, and I think the longer we wait, the less likely we are to do them.

Picking up a new hobby doesn't have to be buying a dozen textbooks and spending hundreds of dollars on lessons because you might have the slightest interest: it can be from whatever you have here, now, and you'll never learn if you don't get started.

Some of the things I've been getting into (as I've mentioned before) are baking & crocheting. it just feels so cozy and nice & I love the idea of comfort.

here is a list of things I want to / you should try that's new!

learning a new language. fifteen minutes a day, I kid you not. I'm learning latin on duolingo and I don't ever think about it, but when I do it (25 day streak 💪🏻), I'm starting to notice my improvements

consuming good media. and that's not scrolling for half an hour on tumblr. it's books—deep ones and silly ones and ones about romance and dragons and apocalypses. it's movies! I watched keira knightley's pride and prejudice twice in the last few months, and also three men and a baby which is something I never thought I would watch, but it was quite funny I think. and I learn from it: I cannot write humour or romance for the life of me, so it's basically studying to write (is the self-gaslighting too evident?)

learning to crochet. I made a silly little headband today, after scrolling through pinterest and desperately wanting one. I started crocheting in december to give as gifts (I completed none of my wips, much like when I write) and used the tools I had around me: an old rainbow loom hook and whatever string I could find. now I'm proud to say I can read somewhat fluently crochet acronyms.

baking. I keep saying this. I know. but when I tell you a two years ago I was exploding cupcakes in the oven and last month I made bakery-style cookies...I made bread! a loaf of bread! (in a bread machine, but it's so good and I instantly made another. there is one in the bread machine right now). honestly it just made me feel that much better about improvement, and trying new things, and that is the mindset I want for the new year.

learning to code. in all honesty, I never thought I was a compsci - engineer kind of person. then this year, out of sudden (masterminded) urges, I joined a bunch of tech and robotics initiatives, and maybe it's the sense of community (I can rejoice in finding another nerdy group) but now I am happily chauffeuring myself to these meetings 4h a week. I'm looking into pursuing more into the fields of eng and science. and I'm learning some code from one of the friends I've made!

starting a blog. ...I know most of the people who linger around my blog stay for the writing content (the last posts have turned this writerblr into a digital diary, and I'm only half sorry for that). but since I've joined tumblr (almost three years ago now!) I've got to meet so many wonderful people (including you!) and want to try so many things.

and I get it. it's overwhelming. so here are some starting goals that maybe I'll try also.

start doing art. -> make a card for someone as a gift.

learn a new sport & start exercising. (I'm trying out track & field in the spring, so stay tuned to figure out how that goes) -> see if someone will come play ball with you. do 1 or 2 youtube workout videos a week.

film videos of your daily life. it doesn't need to be for posting! -> edit together clips you've taken for a last year recape.

start a scrapbook. -> print out photos and dig up construction paper. decorate a page.

make a poetry journal. -> go on pinterest to read poetry! pin styles you like and set fifteen minutes to writing.

make a regular journal! -> write once a day. just try: goals for the day in the morning, or a recap at night.

try your hand at gardening. -> research plants that grow well in your region. see if any of the seeds you may have at home are useful. water your lawn. buy a plant and try to keep it alive (set reminders, leave it in front of your sink)

learn to make candles. -> watch a youtube tutorial. see if you can play around with candles you already have.

play chess. -> see if someone will play chess with you. no? chess.com is right there. go make an account. go find a stranger.

learn to play an instrument off youtube. -> maybe you have a piano sitting around, or a guitar you've never touched. you don't even need to master it. pick a song you like and google that. no instrument? maybe there's a way to play drums with home items.

go for a run. -> once a week. a set time. just shoes and the outdoors. too cold? go to a gym and use a treadmill. maybe that's not possible? skip rope.

start / join a book club. -> just you, or some close friends, or people online. a book a month. talk about it.

** on that note, would anyone like to join a tumblr book club? slide into my asks and maybe we can get a blog list!

thank you for reading again <3 until next time.

k.

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi, i hope you're doing great. Can I please request headcanons where chris redfield is really stressed out from work and he comes home and accidentally lashes out at the reader and tells her she's too much or amth? The reader feels bad and distances herself from him because she doesnt want to annoy chris anymore. Sorry if this is too long.

Have a great day!

hi love! I hope you enjoy this, I always love writing for chris and i think him being overwhelmed and stressed is a nuanced topic that leads to a lot of his not so fun behavior. it's really realistic and i love him with my whole heart so i will write him in every scenario i can

angst tw :(

Chris was often overwhelmed at work. There was no way to actually describe what he goes through on a day to day basis because it's so insane always and he's constantly on the move.

Because of this, he always has no life when he comes back to you at home. He's killed people in his day job and now he's back and he just wants to go to sleep.

it's hard. It's extremely hard. On both of you.

How can he give you a life when he hardly has time to give himself one? How can he realistically be your life partner when he's never around? Should he just let you go and deal with that pain?

But you are his selfish part, the piece of him that refuses to give you up because you're the light of his life. A soothing touch when he comes home, a person who has a smile on their face and tells him silly stories and explains things to him when he's half listening.

But some days he just couldn't take anything other than that. you had to be perfect, otherwise he couldn't' stand it. He would rather be alone

He came home and the door shut behind him loudly. You perked around the corner, having come home tired from your own job, but happy to see him nonetheless.

He slid off his shoes, tossing his jacket to the side

Your smile was gentle as you got up, going to greet him at the door. You had bags under your eyes. You were tired too, sometimes he forgot about that

"Good evening," you muttered as you approached. He gave you a glance. Nothing else. Though it hurt, you tried to put yourself into his shoes as much as you could. He was taking lives everyday, how could you even begin to fathom that? "How was work?"

"Fine." The curt answer stung. You pushed on.

"I have dinner in the fridge. Nothing fancy, just breakfast for dinner." He walked past you to the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead as he went by but that was the only thing to prove he had actually seen you. You followed behind him. "Anything weird happen today?" He shook his head. He opened the fridge, leaning over it. You cleared your throat. "I had a long day. I had to deal with these shitty customers," you muttered. You sat at the dining room table, watching him. "I haven't been able to talk about it. They're so entitled you know? It's never ending, the people who think they can have whatever they want and that I'm nothing but a robot to them, doing what they need." You huffed. "I was glad to be home."

"Mhm." He grabbed the plate you had made him.

"Was your day alright?" "Can you just give me a moment?" he snapped. He turned to you, face frustrated. "I'll be here all night. There's no need to muzzle me the second I come in the door. You're not a dog."

Your mouth parted in surprise.

You got up and you left the room, apologizes slipping from your lips. You retreated back into yourself, suddenly feeling even worse about your day.

A dog?

Did the think you were like a dog?

Loyal to no fault, always happy, never asking questions...

You shut the bedroom door behind you, grabbed some clothes to sleep in and got in the shower. You stayed in the shower till you pruned up. You thought maybe Chris would knock on the door, ask if you were okay, demand to get in the shower but nothing came. You heard no sounds outside of the beat of water against your back.

When you finally got out, you were met with him already in bed, asleep.

You slept on the couch, feeling miserable.

When you woke up it was to the sound of him getting ready for work. It was familiar. Ruffling of the keys, boots hitting the ground, coffee pot being turned on. You opened your eyes, remembering the pain from the night before. The lack of apology.

He came into the living room. Your eyes followed him, still sleepy. He sat by your feet.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly. He was up so early, the sun still hadn't risen. You nodded. He didn't look at you. "I didn't mean to snap at you yesterday," he breathed. His voice was so quiet to the morning air.

"Do you think I'm a dog?" you asked.

Your voice was so childlike that it pained him. He tried to remember what kind of pain he had caused you just by saying something he would quickly forget.

"No. No, I'm sorry I said that. I was tired and exhausted and it was a hard day." He finally looked at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the pain. "I'm so grateful to have you here when I get home."

You were silent. He hung on your words.

"Stay." He paused. "Stay here with me," you whispered.

"You know I can't." "Yes you can. They'll live without you for a day," you promised. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbow. "We can't keep meeting at moments where neither of us have the wherewithal to talk." You were right, of course you were. He had been thinking about it too. "We need a break." He was silent a moment. He looked at the clock. He was going to be late anyway.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Can you come back up to the bedroom?" he asked. His voice was quiet, vulnerable. You nodded. Your head was still clouded. All you could really think about was how happy you were to have him home with you for the day. He took off his boots as you sat all the way up, grabbing your blanket and holding it around you.

He followed you upstairs. He shed his work clothes so he was back down to something to sleep in. You crawled into bed, happy to be back.

when he climbed into bed with you, he was holding you tightly. He whispered that he was sorry again. He kissed you and his lips felt like home. You could deal with the bigger things the next day. Right now you just wanted to go back to sleep with him.

[dysutopiandreams]

IHNMAIMS AU!

so it's been awhile (not much)...sorry! I've been trying to catch up with my studies since finals are in 3 months. But while this i decided to make a silly little IHNMAIMS AU! The title is kinda funny and funky but it fits.

I call the AU 'My Raptor Ai' ! All consist of Ted coming across a weird looking Synth raptor (Synth AM). It's like a pre-AM timeline, but with a twist. SYNTH AM is still the same AM with full of murderous intent. So when he saw ted he thought he found a perfect prey, then silly accidents happened when SYNTH AM was about to pounce on ted only to be crashed against Ted's house window.... Now when Ted brought the synth inside, that's where the chaos starts.

" journal for today, i came across a weird looking creature. Around 5.50pm... the fella is huge and heavy, to be fair it's my first time being close to this raptor-like robot... raptor? Bird? Dragon? I don't know. Let's just say it's a loud and grumpy one too. "

Ted wrote these as he sees the raptor who's so curious with his surroundings. it is so odd. Very odd. But every time, the synth would complain a lot.

'so. What's your name?' Ted asked. The Raptor growled when he turned around slowly.

'why would you want to know.' he finally speaks.

...silence... But the raptor sighed and responded.

'Synth AM. Just synth. Or AM whatever suits your status.'

(I'm hyped to share these arts of their dynamic in the AU i thought of!)

I'm proud of this small au hehe.

[luckystarchild]

Other Characters' POVs in LC

A long time ago, I received a comment urging me to place other characters' POVs into Lucky Child. I replied to say I would not do this for several reason.

First, at the time the comment was submitted, the story contained 40+ chapters of story told exclusively from one character's POV, in first person. Suddenly switching to another POV would be jarring and strange if it wasn't justified by the narrative. To this day I can think of no justification for such a switch.

Second, certain plot points prevent the insertion of other POVs into LC itself. Omake/side material? Sure, I can include other POVs there because those side fics are not necessarily canon. But the actual canon of LC's main story could NOT support another POV without completely undermining the plot I was building toward. I assured the commenter that the single POV was the intentional and correct choice for the story I was telling. I couldn't tell them the exact reasons, of course. That would be spoilery.

They replied, "I personally don't see the problem in inserting other POVs into the story."

That comment has stuck with me. "I personally don't see the problem." The author is telling you it would be a problem, but... anyway.

I realized today that I can't recall if I've ever revealed those problems to all of you? And I realized that while I can't explain 100% of the problems (the rest of them will rear their heads in the final act of the fic), I can explain at least one huge one.

Spoilers for chapter 100+ under the cut.

In chapter 103, Hiruko dropped an absolutely bombshell on Not Quite Keiko. The bombshell was revealed to audiences in chapter 105:

NQK has been wrestling with this revelation since it occurred. Hiruko's assertion has them asking: Is this world real? More importantly, are my friends real? Are they figments? Is this all a hallucination? Are my loved ones philosophical zombies who only act the part of real, feeling people, mimicking consciousness like robots from a sci-fi film? Or do they have real thoughts and emotions, true consciousnesses, able to make choices of their own will and volition? Are my friends real, or aren't they?

We still don't have answers to those questions. But here's a question for all of you, in return:

Would this question pack nearly as much punch if we'd been treated to those friends' POVs throughout the story?

I'm going to answer that for you: No, it would not. If we had seen the story from their POVs throughout, this question would come across as silly and unnecessary. "Of course they're real!" readers would say. "We've been seeing their emotions, consciousnesses and agency from their perspective this whole time! That proves they're real!"

And I know this is true because some people are already saying Hiruko's question doesn't matter and NQK shouldn't waste time on it, and they're saying this without the inclusion of other POVs! Including those POVs would have been the kiss of death. No amount of questions from NQK could make readers doubt the reality that they had seen with their own eyes. "Of course the other characters are real. We've been reading from their perspective all along!"

Anyway. That's the reason I've never put anyone else's POV into LC directly, spelled out in plain language at last. It would have undermined everything about that revelation from Hiruko, and in turn, it would have undone everything I've been building toward since chapter 1... but that commenter was 60 chapters too early for me to explain why.

And for those still wondering if Hiruko's question matters: I'm telling you it absolutely does. ;)

(Sorry if I've actually talked about this before. I couldn't find a past post. It was on my mind today!)