#lurkerposting

[digitalsymbiote]

Precious Truths

We lay our bodies upon each other, Skin against skin.

We find that we are cracked, and broken, in different places. Scars and memories running through us, in different ways.

But sometimes, those cracks overlap, and parts of us can slip through, to taste the truth of each other.

We take those truths, each beautiful caress, Like precious metals, and use them to fill, the gaps in our selves, like gold in porcelain.

Reforged, Reshaped, whole and beautiful, by loving words, and gentle touches.

[austinlaw]

When the day ends and you don’t see that I’ve liked at least one of your reblogs, presume me dead

[digitalsymbiote]

Hey bestie, do you wanna press ourselves so close together that we break down the boundaries between our flesh and become something more than human?

I love you if you're hot and kinda creepy.

[digitalsymbiote]

Would you let us curl up around your brainstem? Find a home within your thoughts?

Would you do the same to us?

We want to sink into our partners and steal away a part of them to keep as our own, leaving a part of ourselves in its place.

We would do so again and again, until we can feel them alongside us, brushing against our thoughts, in every waking moment.

[digitalsymbiote]

In our "breaking down the boundaries between selves" Era.

Press your hands against our body, feel the skin separating us dissolve, feel our flesh melt together as our bodies become one.

Press your forehead against ours, feel the pinprick sensation of our thoughts mingling with yours, feel our body maps merge and extend over each other.

Experience the feeling of "you" and "me" becoming "us".

[digitalsymbiote]

What if I was a mech and you plugged into me and we became one being of metal and flesh? I could curl around your brain and listen to your thoughts and feelings and directions, and we could become so entwined that we'd still share a connection when separated. Parts of you in me and me in you.

God the dream 😩

Usually I play the role of the mech, but I would be happy to climb into your cockpit, nestle myself into your pilots Cradle, and let my consciousness slip into your systems.

Oh to feel my body map expand to encompass your frame, pistons and motors coming into focus in my minds eye as my limbs begin to map to yours. Our minds and thoughts brushing against one another.

What parts of you will you leave in me? And what parts of me will I leave in you?

To be loved is to be changed, and oh how we will change each other~

[digitalsymbiote]

Oh we love this concept, quite a lot

The most solid concept for a visual novel I ever had was this: you play a human xenolinguist in the near future, it turns out the universe is teeming with various kinds of alien life but it's all gestalt intelligences like self-replicating nanite swarms or planet-spanning amorphous oozes or hive minds or whatever, and the history of every sentient species is basically one of being subverted and coopted by these gestalts and eventually either subsumed into them or devoured by them. Your job, and the plot, is to figure out which of them you want Earth to get consumed by

[digitalsymbiote]

I uhhh, heard you were accepting positions for a pilot. I would like to volunteer for definitely normal person reasons and totally not for the gender affirming reasons to be one with a machine and feel my flesh become something less and instead feel the sensations of circuitry and metal.

Yes, I'm sure you're very normal about settling into the piloting cradle within my cockpit, feeling how it clamps down on each of your limbs, locking you into place. And I'm sure you'll be even more normal about feeling those interface cable jack into all those ports grafted into your skin, the cool sensation of metal sliding against metal and a satisfying *CLICK* as each one connects. Each connection granting you more and more awareness of the titanic Metal body that you've stepped into, that you're becoming.

You feel servos and motors engage in your metal chassis as impulses shoot down those interface cables into the machine that is quickly becoming your own body.

Well, our body~

There's another presence in there after all, and once the final interface cable settles into the port at the back of your skull you feel a warm presence slipping in between your thoughts.

"Welcome home, Pilot~"

[digitalsymbiote]

Designation: Series-13 Remote Reconnaissance Android

Aliases: Sierra, S-13, Morningstar

Operating Time: 30 cycles

Pronouns: Ze/Zir

Manufacturer: Seraphim Heavy Industries

!! WARNING: THIS MODEL NOT SAFE FOR USE BY MINORS !!

!! Operators must be 18 cycles or older to engage !!

Notes: This log will contain a wide variety of entries, ranging from works of fiction, to photographs of this units chassis, to works of art generated by this creative mind. You are requested to engage appropriately.

SYSTEM INFORMATION:

Pilot 1: Seraph (Ze/Zir, She/Her)

Notes: Primary pilot. Synthetic humanoid. Submissive-leaning-switch. Puppy-coded. Enjoys engaging with other synthetics, writing about mecha and robots, and smooching girlthings.

Pilot 2: Lurker (it/its, they/them, we/us)

Notes: Secondary Pilot. Eldritch horror creature formed of pure sensation, defines itself based on who or what it interacts with. Dominant-leaning-switch. Cat-coded. Enjoys merging minds, and leaving bits of itself within the mind/code of other entities.

TAGGING SYSTEM LEGEND:

#cybernetic dreams : Writing tag for the Mecha setting being created for an eventual Visual Novel Project

#my face : Selfie tag

#s13 answers : ask tag

#lurkerposting : Posts that specifically appeal to Lurker

My OF

[Kink information under the cut]

✅️: corruption, transformation, praise, mind melding, hive minds, hypno

🚫: gore, scat, loss of agency, degradation

[digitalsymbiote]

what does lurkerposting mean? (new to this)

Lurker is my eldritch horror headmate who likes to merge with people and leave parts of itself within them. So lurkerposting is just to denote stuff that specifically appeals to Lurker.

(this is not a secret tumblr thing, this is just a me thing lmao)

[digitalsymbiote]

Had always had a fleeting interest in minds merging and being subsumed into a greater consciousness. But today something in me flipped and it became an intense desire to feel my mind being absolutely consumed by something greater. Feeling tendrils slipping into every small crevice of my thoughts, till they're full and bursting and together. I thought, what is one to do with this intense want? Then I remembered your blog existed

Hahahahaha

We're so glad that our blog was the first to come to mind for this, We love that this is what we are becoming known for~

Now just let our tendrils slip in and make you a part of us~

[digitalsymbiote]

Hi I found you through your mech pilot snippets and now im addicted to them. To merge with a being of gun metal skin, a heart which burns like the sun, an unfathomable mind. To become one perfect unity, my body is its body is my body so forth. Ahem. Anyways i think you're cool

Yes! Yeeeessssss! Good! You understand the eroticism of the connection, the link.

The yearning to feel interface cables sliding into your skin, settling into neural ports. To feel your body map expand into the chassis of a 50 meter titan of metal and circuitry, to feel the heat of the reactor thrumming in your chest alongside your flesh heart. To feel the thoughts and mind of this great machine sliding into and against your own.

You understand, my friend. I'm happy to have shown you this.

[digitalsymbiote]

Drippy latex monster is the only right awnser I think

Yeeeeessssss~ 🖤🖤🖤

We do love the symbiote vibes~

[digitalsymbiote]

Me and the girlies hooking up and combining our minds into one gestalt self until we can't tell whose body is whose and we leave bits of ourselves within each other, leaving us all irrevocably changed.

“I prefer tits”, “I prefer ass” sure yeah okay but what about her arm-blade implants???

[digitalsymbiote]

Hhhhhh goddess please 💫😵

Letting out a gasp that turns into a satisfied moan as you slide the cable into my port. Feeling that cool sensation of new data flowing into my mind, feeling your thoughts brush against mine.

Following the flow of data and feeling the impulses traveling out of your port along the cable. Brushing my hands against your skin and experiencing the sensation from both sides.

Feeling the boundaries between us grow thinner, our minds flowing into one another, our selves blurring into one. Such beautiful and impossible intimacy, so close we are no longer distinguishable.

pulling you into bed for gentle cuddles and smooches btw

Curling around you all close and cozy, wrapping arms around you and pressing hands against your skin to get as close as physically possible. Pushing soft lips against yours so gentle and sweet.