#Subroutine

[dougielombax]

“Your password is weak.”

Oh yeah well so is your entire FUCKING operating system!

*installs a subroutine which turns all the computer’s files into incomprehensible gibberish and causes the harddrive to start overheating to an extremely dangerous degree*

[yvesdot]

I'm trying to work more on my own schedule with my writing, but here are a few things I'd like to work on more in 2025.

I still want to finish and release One of the Boys, though likely in the summer. I'm envisioning releasing Odd Job (yes that's still happening), possibly after a pass from Patty if she's down to play my normie werewolf lesbian game, first. I want to see what happens if I put things out when they actually take place.

I'm working on a few other things I'm excited about for different reasons. Subroutine gets into some #girlboss family abolition robot themes, [as yet untitled Camila Cabello project yes really] lets me do more with artistically & ethically dubious lesbian pop girl debauchery, and I have even more erotica somewhere worth working on. I also finished a lot of short erotica on stream in 2024, though its fate is still unknown!

A fellow author who has published one of the few existing Merchant retellings of any merit (Dahlia Adler, with I Bleed) also recently encouraged me to work on Act With You in earnest—that's my strange little Shylock-goes-to-high-school retelling that will probably be long and upsetting and not a little muddled with my personal religious problems. I need to return to Jewish fiction and the big looming question of what that even means, particularly for me, particularly right now.

I'd also like to finish the Purim story I have in my back pocket sometime in the next thirty years. While we're dreaming big!

Onward bound.

[techno-toister]

Subroutine icon

made it for my toyhouse, also used a reference from Pinterest

[fascinatedfinch]

"As the hostiles came through into the private docks, I activated the new code I had been working on. Code: Deploy&Delay."

AKA: "you know the thing in media where someone disappears when a transport drives in front of them? yeah, that"

Bonus:

[auburnlaughter]

for @akumteir for the May 7th WIP Wednesday Game

The next few hours passed in a blur as Stone spirited the doctor away beneath the very noses of the agents searching for him and got Robotnik to a place of relative safety, someplace where Stone could properly assess the doctor's injuries and set the necessary plans in motion for the doctor's eventual recovery. In the months that followed, Stone had hours upon hours to review what had gone wrong and all the ways he had failed Robotnik once again. He had been by the doctor's side, right there at the secondary control station, but when it counted, when the doctor had truly needed him, Stone had been unconscious.

[alexjcrowley]

Hey so why did nobody tell me Silicon Valley was fucking gay

[synnthamonsugar]

DESTINYTOBER: Day 2 - Tower

. . .

Sometimes the tower rests on a dark plain at the foot of the mountains. Sometimes, it rises from the rubble of the destroyed Last City, the debris fields of the Reef, or the Golden Age ruins of Venus, or a hundred other locations throughout time, real or imagined.

Today the tower cracks through the fields of Rathmore Chaos, ice sheets upturned to it from its violent eruption. The Pyramid hovers above, basking it in coils of red-orange energy, the darkened outline of Juptier behind.

Elsie is opposed by an army of three. The Guardian is flashy in their use of stasis, but she is able to parry their verglas daggers, evade their rime-encrusted fists, getting the upper hand with a foot sweep that drops them to the ground and allows her to drive an icy polearm straight through their chestplate. She lodges a knife into the eye of their Ghost when it arrives for the rez. 

No sooner than, the Drifter flanks her from a distance, pistol aimed. Tumbling, she dodges his shots before drawing her own rifle from a kneeling stance, a burst of rounds dropping him on the spot. His ghost attempts to change her, but she catches it midair, its sharp flanges thrashing against her until its eye gives way under the pressure of her fist. Metal crumples and glass shatters and she throws it aside. 

When Eris Morn arrives she's more human than Elsie has ever seen her, two dark eyes exposed, full lips bent into an almost-smile. Elsie thinks of negotiating but the thought disappears when Eris attacks, first with the Light, then soulfire to stasis to resonance. As she does, she physically transforms — from human to what most people would recognize her as, to something like a hive knight as chitin engulfs her body. She grows in size and ferocity as she takes on her hive-god form, before chitin peels away revealing the sleek blood-slick body of a Disciple, three eyes like spotlights beating down on Elsie as she runs from beams of resonance that crater the ice like shells on the battlefield. 

One hits her arm, ripping it off, another tears through her side, throwing her off balance without downing her. Rolling into one of the impromptu foxholes she fires off a barrage of stasis that encases her legs, toppling her with a monumental shudder across the ice. Before she can regain her footing, Elsie draws forth a gelid sword, leaping for Eris' mouthless face and driving it to the hilt through one of those bio-mechanical eyes —

Elsie wakes with a violent start, jolting onto her side and almost off the bed completely.

Disoriented, she takes stock of herself and her surroundings. The hum of the heater, the whistle of the wind outside the yurt, the myriad lights from the gadgets within the outpost, her cooling fans rattling her frame as they buzz as maximum capacity. 

A half-arm away from her on the bunk lay Eris Morn, straight-armed and open-eyed in the darkness.

"Sorry for waking you. I had a — a nightmare."

"There's no need to apologize," Eris replies. Before they agreed to share the cot, they'd both discussed the lightness of their sleep, their tendencies toward night-terrors, so perhaps it was unfounded. 

"I dreamt I killed you."

"Unforgivable." There's a wryness in her voice, a slight upturn in her mouth that eases a bit of the heaviness in Elsie's chest. This Eris is not the Eris of her nightmares, or the corrupted Eris of any of her countless timelines. This Eris is her confidante, and comrade against the Darkness.

"I saw the tower . . . the deep stone crypt. Not the Deep Stone Crypt, the one from our dreams."

"Eriana spoke of it." Sadness in her voice, but tenderness too. "May your next dream be of elysian fields. Of gentle passage to the tower."

Elsie rolls onto her back and rests her head against the pillow, fans powering down as her heatsinks dissipate built-up warmth. Powering off her optics, she settles in for what she prays will be a peaceful rest. "Thank you Eris. I hope so too."

[subroutine-fic]

"TRON: Ares will feature characters going into the real world"

Tron's biggest issue aside from Disney's horrendous timing (for anniversaries or reboots) and inability to actually promote the IP, is that computers and the very concept of the internet are no longer the mysteries they once were back in the 80s and 90s.

Where TRON failed to capitalize on a very young audience's curiosity about the internet (and technology), things like ReBoot and other series like Digimon, Batman Beyond, and Code Lyoko, occupied that space to different degrees.

(I think TRON 2.0. was in a place to capitalize on my demographic, but the lack of promotion and prerequisite of having to watch the original film was probably a bigger barrier to entry than desirable in the 2000s. Being an FPS probably didn't help either given the era was more third-person or platform-geared.)

I think the growing computer and internet literacy issue hitting later generations rn (intentionally manufactured by tech companies) is something I think a TRON story could use to its advantage. Ain't nobody thinking that deeply, though.

Digital characters entering the real world was always an idea I thought shattered the suspension of disbelief for an already out-there concept. That TRON: Legacy never actually got the chance to execute that goofiness was a blessing in disguise.

Alas, Disney's obsession with pushing IP in directions that don't suit it remains steadfast.

[hypokeimena]

do you guys think murderbot would enjoy watching taskmaster

[hetheymerrill]

Admittedly it really doesn't help my "often mistaken for an employee" issue that my immediate instinctual response to "can I ask you a question?" is *pitching voice up politely* "of course! :)"

[yvesdot]

You have to excuse the amount of posting/reblogging about AI art discourse I do it's just that I'm a longtime lover of chatbots and (allegedly) (diagnosed by others) (only the 4 so far) autistic so naturally the sudden fearmongering shift has somewhat irritated me. Subscribe to my Patreon to read the outline of the incestuous robot story I'm working on

[roostercrowedatmidnight]

in ‘author author’ when b’elanna’s call time is about to run out and seven is very sweetly like “you have 30 more seconds <3” vs when the doctor’s time is up and seven abruptly cuts off the call mid sentence and is like “you’ve had enough time bitch”

[no-psi-nan]

I could never make an Akechi headcanons iceberg meme because it'd be 14-15 images long and end with completely insane statements that actually make sense but require half a textbook of supplemental material to explain.

And afterwards they'd humanely euthanize me for terminal brainrot.

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k t h e n e x t g e n e r a t i o n created by gene roddenberry [in theory, s4ep25]

'What's wrong with you tonight?' - jenna

'My most recent self-diagnostic revealed no malfunctions. Perhaps there is something wrong with you.' - data

'I've never seen you behave so foolishly. Why are you doing this?' - jenna

'You don't tell me how to behave. You're not my mother.' - data

[sisyphus-prime]

I see a well written yes man and I go

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

cat person maybe dog person not really but rat person Unequivocally