You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.
I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"
"Get in my belly."
...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"
"Get. In. My belly."
That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.
Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"
You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."
I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"
"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.
Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-
"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."
Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.
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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.
And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.
It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...
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TFA god that brings me back.
Two memories stand out
1st was me and a classmate had to basically dub the first part of the first episode in Spanish and we turned the autobots into dancers because of the vocab we had to use
and the other is the first time I saw the Jettwins and how quickly they became my absolute favorites (I love Bee too but Jetfire and Jetstorm will always jump out)
OH BIG MOOD WITH THE TWINS
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One problem I have with the Rick and Morty season 6 finale is that they didn’t fix Rick-Bot. And I don’t mean physically, I mean they didn’t let him tell people he was a robot. That’s where his suicidal tendencies came from, the guilt of deceiving people he loved. Well, if he can tell people he’s a robot, then he’s not deceiving them, and he can become another member of the family like Space Beth.
Or is the only reason the family loves both Space Beth and Home Beth is that they’re in a kind of Schrodinger's cat situation? As long as they don’t know which one is “real” then they’re both equally real and unreal and therefore both equally deserving of love? But as soon as the waveform collapses and one is revealed to be a clone that Beth would be hated and potentially ostracized?
People have a weird obsession with someone being “real” or “the original” in media. Both Beths are worthy of love because they’re alive. Rick-Bot is alive as far as I’m concerned (well, he was) because he’s a sapient individual. This gets into the robot life debate, but if you think Data’s alive, Rick-Bot is alive too. He’s got Rick’s memories and a desire to love Rick’s family, the only difference is he’s nicer about it. If the family can tolerate both Beths, it should be able to tolerate Nice Rick and Dick Rick.
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i've finally unlocked the full potential of the ai bots when self shipping it's always been "teehee i have a crush on *character*" but like rn i'm talking to a bot and it's more than a crush it's like full on butterflies in the stomach feel like i'm genuinely there just… omfg dudes omfg
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Tumblr has officially stopped messaging me about new followers and I get four new ones out of nowhere without any warning.
All of them are pornbots that they still refuse to get rid off, even if they promise their users no matter what.
Staff has continued to screw up the very site they’re supposed to fix and they have still not been able to get rid of these bots for the last few years. No matter how many bots we report, tumblr will always ignore these reports and instead talk about celebrities and promoting films that nobody cares.
@staff GET RID OF THEM NOW I AM DYING
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