#not in place of the main purpose of the app

[the-little-ghost-draws]

They finally put the blogs back!!!

[queerdesire]

Oh yes yes I should have tried harder because fuck 🥵

[atlafan]

20 & 28 from the prompt list pls!

20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

smut prompts

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“He did what?” Harry’s jaw fell open as his dear friend, Y/N, told him about why she was newly single.

“He accepted a job across the country and expected me to drop everything to go with him! He didn’t even tell me he was looking for other opportunities. I mean, it’s a big step up for him, but to assume I’d quit my own job to go play house with him??? My whole family is here. I’d be sick to my stomach knowing I couldn’t see my nephews as regularly as I do now.” She sighed heavily and looked at her friend. “Can I crash here for a few days? If I go back to my place, I know he’ll show up and try to convince me to go with him again.”

“So, it’s over, just like that?”

“Yup. I’m not sabotaging my own career for a man. We’re clearly on different wave lengths, I guess it’s better to find out now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Of course you can stay with me. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and sighs. “You’re such a good friend.”

Harry’s been waiting for Y/N and her boyfriend to break up for ages. He’s not one of those guys who’s only friends with a girl because he wants it to lead to more. That would be shitty of him. But he and Y/N have been friends for a while now, and as years have gone by, he’s started looking at her differently. A tiny crush started to bloom. He noticed how her laugh made him feel and how her smile gave him butterflies. It was gradual, natural. But he wasn’t sure how to bring this up to her, and there was never a good time. She was in a relationship, and he assumed she was happy, so he never let on about his feelings.

But now, Y/N is single. Harry’s not going to pounce on her right away. He knows she’ll need time to grieve the loss of her relationship. He also doesn’t want her to think he’s taking advantage of the vulnerable state she’s in. So, he’ll continue being the good friend that he is, and when the time is right, he’ll tell her how he feels.

//

Y/N was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t cry in public. She wanted people to think she was fine at all times. But after a month or so of being single, she found herself moping around a lot. She thought about her ex all the time. She hated it, but it was hard not to think of him. She wanted to know how his new job was going because she still cared. But then she’d remind herself that he probably doesn’t care how she’s doing, and then she’d distract herself with something to do.

Then, on a random Tuesday, two months later, a mutual friend sent her a message saying her ex was in a new relationship. He was posting her on main, laughing and smiling.

And that’s when Y/N finally cracked. She cried. She cried her eyes out until they were swollen and puffy. She couldn’t sleep when she tried to go to bed, so she texted Harry and asked if she could come over. He said yes.

“I don’t even know why I care.” She groaned as she told him about the ordeal. “How are men able to move on so quickly? I think about him every day. He always crosses my mind. I’m not even doing it on purpose. He probably never thinks about me.”

“He probably thinks about you all the time and started dating again to fill the void. That’s what I would do if I fucked up as badly as he did.”

“You know what bugs me the most? I have confirmation that he’s having sex. Someone else is giving him orgasms when all I’ve had for the last three months are my own hands and my vibrator. I’m too scared to meet some random dude from an app. I’m losing my mind, Harry. I feel like a feral cat in heat.” She chugs some water and takes a deep breath.

“You’re that horny, huh?”

“You have no idea. Masturbating and watching porn is fun and all, don’t get me wrong, but after a while it’s not exactly exciting. Feels like a chore.”

“I’m going to propose something, and I really want you to think about it before you decide it isn’t a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “What if we had sex?”

“We, like, you and I?”

“Yeah.”

“No offense, but the idea of being pity fucked by my friend isn’t exactly getting my panties wet.”

“It’s not a pity fuck. Don’t be mad, but I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a very long time.”

“Great, so you’ve only been friends with me-“

“Don’t even go there because it’s not like that. We’ve been friends for five years. The last two, you were dating that asshole. A crush sort of snuck up on me around the time you and him started dating. I felt weirdly jealous every time you’d blow our friend group off to go be with him. And when I really thought about why, I realized that it was because I liked you as more than a friend.”

“You’ve liked me for two years?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You were in love with him. I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness. I’m fine if we just stay friends. I want you in my life, I don’t care how.”

“Why didn’t you make a move right after we broke up?”

“Other than not wanting to be your rebound, I knew you just needed a friend. You were vulnerable, I couldn’t take advantage of that.”

“You’d really want to fuck so quickly? Don’t you want to take me out on a date first?”

“You’re not the only one who feels feral, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe how stupid and oblivious I am.” She slides her hands down her face. “You’re a great guy, I’d be lucky to date you. My family already adores you. We practically go on dates all the time as it is.” She facepalms, then looks at him. “You really would fuck me right now?”

“Yes. Do…are you even attracted to me…sexually?”

“Harry, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you.”

“How would I have known that?! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, I’m sad!”

“You’ve been sad for three goddamn months.” He steps towards her, backing her up to the sink counter, caging her in. “And I’m over it. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

“Oh, wow.” Her eyelids become hooded as she looks at him. “Yes.” She nods. “Please, I want that. I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

“Good. Jump.”

She puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Harry’s mouth crashes to hers as he carries her to his bedroom. Y/N feels lightheaded as he lays her down, staying on top of her. Her fingers squeeze at his hair as she licks into his mouth. He tastes like mint, and it makes her moan. His hands slide up under her shirt, pawing at her breasts over her bra.

“Fuck, just take it off. Take it all off.” She whines, and he smirks down at her.

“Look who’s all eager all of a sudden.” He sits up and takes his own shirt off. Before he can reach for Y/N’s, she’s tackling him down and sponging kisses to his chest. Her tongue glides down over his butterfly tattoo. She inches further down until she’s nosing at his erection over his joggers. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Don’t care, want it.” She tucks her fingers into the waistband of his joggers and looks up at him. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He lifts his hips to help her and she gets the garment off. She kisses him over his briefs and licks his tip through the material. She even takes it into her mouth like this, and it rips a moan from Harry’s throat. Her eyes snap to his, completely blown out.

“God, I should have known you were vocal.” She whimpers. She tugs his briefs down and wastes no time getting the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue over his slit and suckles on the blurts of precome oozing out. She wraps her hand around him and slides her mouth off. “Jesus, you’re so big. I’m gonna see if I can get it down my throat.”

“You don’t have to, what you did before felt great.” He runs a hand through her hair and whimpers again.

“No, I want to choke on it. I really like giving head.”

“That’s something we have in common.” He smirks.

She spits onto his tip and takes him back into her mouth. She doesn’t go slow, she goes down fast and chokes, then pulls off, spitting on him to make it wet and messy, then she repeats. She does it until her throat can handle keeping him there for a moment. She swallows around him a few times before coming off and pumping him with her hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it?”

“Fuck, and you’re kinky?! Should’ve done this a long time ago, Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, I’ll swallow it.”

“Then go on and take it.”

She’s not pretty about it. She chokes and gags and sucks and bobs until Harry’s spurting rope after rope down her throat. He sits up after she pulls off and slots his mouth over hers. He grips the hem of her short and lifts it off. She unhooks her bra and lays back on the bed. Her back arches the second Harry’s tongue is circling her nipple.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” He growls as he works his way to her other nipple. “So big and soft.”

“You don’t mind that they’re not all perky?”

“Why would I? A boob is a boob is a boob.” He sucks a good amount of one into his mouth, leaving marks from his teeth on her sensitive skin. He kisses down her stomach and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She smiles softly. “And my panties too, please. I don’t like the feeling of sitting in my cold, wetness.”

“Heard.” He pulls both of the garments off and tosses them to the floor before splitting her thighs open. She’s glistening for him. He wells up some spit and watches it fall on and down her slit. “So fucking pretty.”

He spreads her lips apart, running his fingers through her sticky folds. His thumbs spread apart the top so he can find her clit. He taps on it with his finger, making her gasp.

“Did I find it, baby?” It’s rhetorical because before she can answer, his licking over it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, rapidly. He flicks the tip of his tongue over it, swirls it around, spits on it, then goes back to sucking. The sounds are wet and obscene. Y/N has a hand stuffed in his hair while the other clutches at the sheets. She moans out when she feels his middle finger sink inside her.

“So fucking tight.” He groans.

“I can take another, please, wanna feel you stretch me out.”

Harry grins and lets his ring finger join the middle. He works them in and out of her, wanting to prep her hole for what’s to come. Then he lets them stay deep inside and curls them to her front wall as he shallowly thrusts in and out. He gets his mouth back on her clit and uses his free hand to keep her thigh down and open.

“Fuck, just like that.” Her head rolls back and her mouth hangs open as she rolls her hips forward to meet his thrusts. “Harry, shit, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” Her toes start curling and her legs start shaking, and Harry laughs so sinisterly low that it makes her head dizzy. One of her heels digs into his shoulder blade. She’s panting and moaning and writing under him. “Oh, oh fuck.” She feels the coil deep in her belly about to snap. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” The bed starts creaking and the headboard starts thudding against the wall. Harry’s rutting his hips into the mattress and moaning into her. “Harry, Harry, Harryyyyyy, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her back arches off the bed as she lets go. Harry fucks her through it, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He gives her throbbing clit a break, then slowly takes his fingers out when he hears her breathing evening out.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and his surprised when Y/N grips his jaw to pull him down to her. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with her mouth. They moan against each other, both relishing in the filthy kiss.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks.

“Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s some good stamina.” She smirks.

“Eating you out made me hard again. Taste so fucking good.” He reaches into his side table drawer and pulls out a foil packet. He sits back on his feet and rips it open to roll onto his cock.

“Do you mind if I play the role of a pillow princess? Kind of want you to just do what you want with me.”

“Yeah? Does being used turn you on?”

“Like this…by you…it does.”

“This might hurt a little since it’s been a while for you. If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

“Okay.”

Harry lines himself up and slowly pushes inside. Y/N bites into his shoulder. The stretch burns, but the pain soon turns to pleasure once he’s all the way in. His tip is already nudging into her g-spot.

“Good?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you. You can move.”

He pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in. Y/N is so sweet for him, he slips out a couple of times before he can get a rhythm going. He sits up and throws her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. She raises her hips and starts moaning uncontrollably. The angle is perfect. He thumbs at her clit, and her nails dig into the meat of his thighs.

“I’m getting close.” She twitches under him, wanting to close her legs to get some relief, but she can’t. “Please, don’t stop.” She whimpers up at him. “Feels so good.”

“Love watching you take it.” He grunts. “We fit so perfectly, your pussy was made for me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Apparently, that’s all she needed in order to come. She drenches his cock, which surprises the both of them. “Oh my god!” She cries out, a second wave of pleasure washing over her. It’s like the never ending orgasm. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you.” She sits up on her elbows and is mortified by the wet spot between them. “I had all that water beforehand-“

“You didn’t pee, Y/N.” Harry chuckles. “You just squirted a little. Well, a lot, but you know what I mean.”

“I’ve never done that before.” She blinks.

“Poor thing.” He pouts down at her. “Didn’t it feel so good to get a release like that?” He places his hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them down until her knees are on either side of her head. “Hm?”

“Yes, felt amazing.”

“I’ll make you do it again, baby, don’t worry. Gonna give it to you like you deserve. Hold your legs there for me.” He grips her hips and starts moving her on and off his cock. He watches as her eyes roll back and he laughs lowly. “Feel good?”

“Soooo good, oh my god.”

His fingers comes together and he slaps her clit, over and over and over until she’s panting and crying out and making a mess. He pulls out to move her onto her side. She sighs contently, happy to give her legs a break. But it’s not long until Harry is putting one of her legs over his shoulder and sliding back in, fucking her from the side.

“Christ, can feel you in my guts.”

“M’not hitting your cervix right? It still feels good?”

“Feels amazing, keep going.”

“Rub your clit. I wanna come at the same time.”

She slides her hand down and touches herself. She could honestly come from the sound of Harry moaning alone, but his cock beating into her g-spot is also a big help. She screams his name as she comes, making another mess. Harry grunts and whimpers and moans as he fills the condom.

He waits until they’ve both caught their breaths to pull out. Y/N rolls onto her back while Harry throws the condom away. The bed creaks as he lays back down next to her. Her lower half twitches every so often, her thighs still quivering.

“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.” He turns onto his side and draws shapes into her belly.

“Shut up.” She breathes. “I can’t even feel them.”

“You should really come with me to Pilates more often.”

“Who needs Pilates when you’re going to be fucking me like that regularly?” She turns her head to the side to look at him.

“Oh, am I going to be fucking you regularly? I didn’t get that memo.” He smirks.

“Yes, generally, when two people start dating, they fuck regularly.”

“Are you serious?” He sits up, hope painted all over his face. “You can really see us being a romantic couple?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him and caresses his cheek. “I’d really like to give this a shot.”

“Oh, Y/N, that makes me so happy.” He moves to lay on top of her and buries his face in her neck. She holds him to her chest, content with having his weight on her.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being you.”

He moves to look at her and pecks her lips. “You’re welcome.”

[cleolinda]

I'm gonna admit that I got on Twitter like a big ol' dramatic dork last night and said, knowing full well that Elon Musk was doing exactly this, "If he changes the name to X, I'm out, I can't do this anymore."

Not because "X" is doofy and a terrible branding move, although it is, but because he wants to do THIS shit. Yeah, no, I am not hanging around for your global interactivity "everything app" bullshit. You want me to fucking BANK with you? YOU? You just lost about $30B running a platform into the GROUND by FIRING EVERYONE and doing whatever damn thing popped into your head between shitposts? Are you HIGH? I cannot hang around for this "tech king of the world, 420 blaze it lmao" bullshit. I could not stay at my beloved Livejournal after SUP said all the users would be subject to Russian law in 2017. I know The Moment when I see it. I can't do this.

I admit, I might go back every few months and say "Hey, I posted XYZ on any platform but this, please leave this godforsaken place," and I don't want to delete my accounts. I've been on Twitter since 2008, and I have a ton of livetweet threads (on my main and also on an alt for that purpose. Remember that time I livetweeted the Twilight gender-change book? That glorious trainwreck?). I've saved some of them via Thread Reader PDF downloads, but there are still more to get. I don't want to utterly destroy book and TV discussion we did over there.

I haven't used Twitter regularly since maybe 2016 (about the time the post-Gamergate alt-right really moved in), but the conversation and community, decentralized though it was, before that--we're going to lose the last vestiges of that, the way everyone on Reddit was upset about losing the collective knowledge over there. And I'm so fucking angry about it. I'm so angry. I immediately came back here the week he took over last year because I knew, I KNEW, somehow that Twitter would be destroyed. I just thought it would burn down in a smoking heap of rubble, not turned into a shambling tech zombie under a different name. I just. I can't do this anymore.

Also, shut the fuck up, Linda Yaccarino. Just because you can put Elon Musk's nonsense into coherent verbiage doesn't mean "a global social media/marketplace/banking system/walled garden that's basically X-Treme AOL" isn't a fucking nightmare. I hope the EU bans the fuck out of you both. See you in bankruptcy court.

[simsinlowspace]

Shang Simla - A Chinese-Simlish Font

Good morning everyone! I have a new font to share with you today! Details and download below:

I've been studying Mandarin for last five months or so, and I've really wanted to make a Chinese Simlish font for awhile, but I wasn't comfortable with it until I learned more about the writing system (my app focuses on vocabulary and conversation). Thankfully, I work in an insane asylum library and we recently added a few books to our collection about learning Chinese, including how to write it, so I finally decided to tackle this project.

Shang Simla is a Chinese-Simlish hybrid font. There are 26 "letter" glyphs (they correspond to the English keyboard), ten numbers and the absolute bare minimum of punctuation since that wasn't really the focus here. Each glyph is a combination of a Chinese character and a Simlish character - some of them are Simlish characters with Chinese radicals added, and others are kind of mashed up.

A few notes:

I had issues exporting the file for this one. Copying all the uppercase glyphs to the lowercase glyphs seem to fix the .OTF, so you can use either and you'll get the same results.

The glyphs are effing huge. I have no idea why, but you'll likely need to use some very small font sizes.

I used the standard Chinese characters for the numbers since Simlish numbers are usually just straight "English" numbers anyway. I ended up using the character for 10 in place of 0 because the Chinese 0 is an insanely complicated character that just wasn't playing nicely with my font tool. Since the 10 gets used in combination with other numbers quite frequently, I decided I was more than okay with it.

This is a pretty rudimentary font and I'm hoping to use it as a base for a more stylized version in the future. My main goal was to see if it could work at all, and I think this was a success in that regard.

If you have any issues with the file, please let me know. It looks empty when you go to install it, but it showed up fine in Photoshop.

Attribution is appreciated, and I’d love to see your projects if you use it! Please do not use for commercial purposes or redistribute the font itself.

All right! Out into the wild with ya:

DOWNLOAD (SFS) OTF format

Lots of love, Spacey

[eamour]

method﹕scripting

definition

to script in a manifestation related sense means to write a text from the perspective of having your desires already, planning out what you would do, how you want yourself, your reality and everyone around you to be like — similarly to journaling. the main purpose of scripting is to get into the state of knowing that you own your manifestation(s) and experience the feeling that comes with it.

consequently, when you script, you become the author of your story. you are the director, the stylist, the composer — everything! with scripting, you can change what has happened in the past (revision), declare what is happening right now or predetermine what's gonna happen in the future.

good to know

you can script from any perspective. usually, people like to script from their own perspective (first person, singular), but you don't need to do that. you could write from the perspective of an omniscient narrator (third person, singular) or someone you know (maybe your friend, your enemy, your family member, your pet...).

you don't need to go into detail. the point of your script is to write something that you understand. it's a personal and private writing. you're not writing it for an audience.

you don't need to know everything. if you think you have forgotten something or don't know how you want something to turn out, you don't need to worry about that. your subconscious mind knows you the best — meaning, you will get exactly what you want.

you can make mistakes. now, what i mean is that you shouldn't pay too much attention to spelling mistakes, punctation or paragraphs. the way you write it, and where you write is entirely up to you.

you decide when and where to script. there is no universal law that says that you need to wake up every day around 10am and script the upcoming day and do that for about half an hour. you script when you feel like it, not when you force yourself to do it.

you don't need to be logical or realistic. this is your script. your magical paper that grants you all of your desires. treat it as such!

what to script

your desired self. how do they look like? what do they like? how do they behave? what are their hobbies and interests? how does their everyday life look like? do they attend uni or school? what do they study? do they go to work? do they have their own business?

your desired family and friends. who are they? do you want to manifest a new person into your life? do you want to change your family and friends entirely? what are your parents like? what's your best friend's name? what are some core memories you have with them?

your desired residence. where do you live? do you live in a house, an apartment, a mansion or a penthouse? what's your neighborhood like? how do the rooms at your place look like? who do you live with? do you have pets? what are some of your favourite pieces of furniture or art in there? do you have a collection of something? what's an eye-catcher?

your desired everything. literally, whatever comes to your mind, you can script it and make it manifest. don't hold back, you can have anything you want!

where to script

it doesn't really matter if you decide to write down your script on a single piece of paper, a notebook or on your phone. but if you want to do to it digitally, here are some useful apps:

your notes app ⋮ for free

google docs ⋮ for free

notion ⋮ for free

tumblr ⋮ for free

standard notes ⋮ for free

zinnia ⋮ limited

microsoft word ⋮ limited

notability ⋮ not for free

goodnotes ⋮ not for free

make it manifest

when a script has been finished writing, you know what follows? the act. the embodiment of that script. the play. so, when you are done writing your script, how do you act?

you continue to live in your imagination! just because you are done writing it doesn't mean you are done experiencing. because when you were scripting, you were exactly doing that. you were experiencing the feeling of having your desire. and you still have your desire. so keep it! think from the end. think from having what you want.

where do you have it? in your imagination. and you know you need to claim it in your mind first in order to let it unfold in your physical reality. therefore, look at your script and feel as if it really happened or is gonna happen. you know it happened. you know it's gonna happen. there is no way you cannot manifest it. it's done, creation is finished. it has to show up in your 3D reality.

don't make the mistake to put away your script and ask yourself "where is it?" or "when is it gonna manifest?". you aren't waiting for your desire. you aren't hoping it will manifest. it cannot appear on its own. it needs to be recognised by you first. you need to know that it's yours already. because what you have in the 4D has no option but to be reflected in your 3D.

keep in mind

you don't necessarily need to script.

scripting only "works" if you think it will.

it's supposed to be fun!

with love, ella.

[writingquestionsanswered]

How come I managed to get an outline done for once for the sole purpose of getting me to finish a chapter but I just can't get myself to finish that chapter?

Chapter Outlined, Can't Write Chapter

It happens. Outlines go only so far... you still have to flesh out the scenes as you write them... figure out the dialogue and the blocking. It's sort of like you can plot your trip route on Google Maps, but you still have to actually drive from one point to the other.

So... when you have an outline but are still struggling to actually write:

Problem #1 - You Don't Have a Way In

Having a chapter outline usually just means you know what generally (and importantly) needs to happen in the scene, the general order those things need to happen in, and some things like the scene's purpose, your character's goal, etc. But this is sort of like having a set of instructions that say, "Go to building. Go inside." Okay, great... but how are you specifically getting inside? Are you going through the front door? The back door? Climbing through a window? Landing on the roof in a helicopter? Tunneling in through a basement wall? So, before you can actually start writing, you need to figure out the specific way you're getting your character into the scene. A good way to do this is to go to the first important thing that has to happen in the scene, then rewind from there. What is your character doing in the moments before that? What has to happen in order to put them into that place in that moment? Is there anything unique about the circumstances or location you can focus on? Try opening up some of the books on your shelves and look at the ways different chapters begin. It will start to give you ideas for how you can open your chapter.

Problem #2 - Not Inspired/Excited

Having your chapter outlined doesn’t mean is a good first step, but if you're not feeling motivated to actually write the chapter, it will harder to write it. Try doing some fun exercises to get yourself excited about the chapter. Do a mood board or playlist for the chapter. Save some character and setting inspiration photos on Pinterest. Do an interview with your character that takes place after the scene/chapter to get their take on what happened and what they feel about it.

Problem #3 - Something Isn’t Working

Stories are like a house of cards in that one misplaced “card” can bring the whole thing crashing down. Sometimes you lose interest because an earlier element or event didn’t quite work. You can feel in your gut that something’s not right, so your brain interprets that as losing motivation. It’s not really that you’ve lost interest in the story… it’s that you’ve lost interest in the dead end path it’s on. Go back to the previous chapter or two and look for something that’s not pulling its weight. It could be an unnecessary character dragging the story down, a subplot that is cluttering up the story or drawing attention away from the main plot, or a scene/scenes that don’t add to the story. It could even be a combination of these things. If you can find it and fix it, your motivation may return.

Problem #4 - You’re Distracted by Other Things

If you sit down to write and you’re busy scrolling through facebook, texting with friends, and singing to the radio, you’re probably not going to get much done. Try blocking out thirty minutes (or whatever amount of time you can afford) and dedicate it entirely to writing. Shut down social media and other tempting apps/sites. Turn off the TV. Put your phone on silent. Tell housemates not to bother you. Put on soft music without lyrics, and focus solely on writing. If you find your mind starting to wander toward other things, yank it back and focus on your story.

Problem #5 - You’re Lacking the Physical/Mental Energy to Write

Whether you’re sick, not getting enough sleep, super busy, depressed, or in a bad mood, not having physical or mental energy can make it hard to write. Do what you can to bring your energy up as much as possible, both physically and mentally, and you may have an easier time writing that chapter.

I hope something here will work for you!

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[nintendo-stuff]

Thumbs down for Tumblr Live 👎🏼

Dear @staff,

I totally understand that you guys want to introduce new features that allow Tumblr to make money. You guys have often talked about generating enough revenue, so the site can continue to run. I really understand that. I can also see that live streaming might be a thing that generates revenue for you guys. But the implementation of Tumblr Live is so bad!

The features is placed way too aggressively (probably on purpose) but what's worse is that it's also super trashy! Like Omegle-type trashy, in an app that is supposed to be about fandom and aesthetics! To me, it definitely makes the app experience worse. Looking at the garbage I'm shown at the top of my dash right now, I just don't feel like posting pretty & aesthetic content anymore. It makes me want to use the app less. It makes me feel like I'm posting to a website that prioritizes low quality, bad content. And to me that was literally the main differentiating factor between Tumblr and larger sites like Instagram.

You guys can totally keep Tumblr Live around. But please get it out of my face 🥲

Or try to improve the quality of live streams. Either one would be greatly appreciated 🙏🏻

[frsmkunt]

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BACKUP - @frumkunt

—> i'm Lia & i’m 18 , my pronouns are she/her & i’m asian. I am a bisexual with preference in males. my account is nsfw , meaning minors are prohibited. i am a virgin and a sub <3

About me:

—> main kinks: bondage , overstimulation , edging , orgasm denial , kidnapping , humiliation , praise , degradation , dumbification , knifeplay , petplay , somnophlia , drugging , sibcon , free use , public sex & many other hard & soft kinks.

—> limits: anything anal (penetration mostly), piss, body wastes, etc.

—> dni: minors , ageless blogs , general dni criteria.

Important:

—> i am really bad at rp and stuff but i am learning and getting better. please hang on with me. i am very new to this app and it'll take time till i get a hang of it all.

—> i have strict parents and i live with them so it's very difficult for me to stay online here 24 hours. i am still very inexperienced about things and tumblr is the safe place where i can learn more about my kinks and boundaries.

—> i don't send pictures in DMs. if i feel like it i will upload them on my blog so stop asking for pictures.

—> I had a reddit account that was banned so if you see my pictures there know that they are mine.

—> i only use Tumblr and no other social media so please stop asking me. no, i don't do sessions or discord and whatever.

—> you can DM me anything. send me your sick thoughts or pictures I don't mind.

Warning~

All things mentioned on this blog are for fantasy purposes only. I don't condone this behaviour in real life. All these acts are between two consenting adults.

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[muzanswaifu]

It’s Time for a Change

Original Pinned Post

Protesting the ban on NSFW content!

It’s time to make a change guys, a change that will benefit you, me, and the rest of us tumblr users that engage with the nsfw content we so love - the nsfw content that tumblr is censoring, removing, and banning users over. The slow trickle of censorship has caused many tumblr users to take their leave over the years, but the most recent was just the tip of the iceberg - community labels. So many smut blogs, including myself, have been getting censored over our writings, severely limiting our audience and affecting our blog growth. Nowadays, its nearly impossible to get started as a smut blog as tumblr will slap a censor over all of your posts before even a single person can read your beautiful work, preventing those who wish to make their own material for others to enjoy.

Smut is one of the most popular purposes for tumblr, the main reason that so many have even joined tumblr! Yet its getting censored nonetheless, the reason being to “protect the community” and the eyes of young ones, but if you take a gander over to the app store, tumblr has set its age rating to 17+! Adults! So why is it catering to an audience that isn’t even supposed to be on this app in the first place???

Please, please, please, sign this petition so tumblr can see that its audience is unhappy and needs change. I can see everyone suffering everyday from this censorship, writers and readers alike, and this is the first step toward improvement.

Thank you all who participate and give support, you are so loved.

If anyone has their own piece to add onto this post about their own experiences with this censorship, please message me and i will add it to this post with either your name or as an anonymous person (dm me as my anon is turned off in asks)

[visenyaism]

i'm desperately interested in your lannister in the walls symbolism essay if that's something you would like to share

you know what i would. like all my summer 2022 notes app archival material it is both deranged and very informal. but i had just read cersei i affc for the very first time and i was convinced i was cooking something up. Here’s the intro the rest of it is under the cut so it’s not a scrolling nightmare:

so my like big tinfoil theory ab this so far is that the walls and tunnels of kings landing represent like the cataclysmic institutional rot that will destroy the city because said rot is also the truth of it. The little birds who convey the truth to varys while also representing how fucked up this place is because they’re child servants with their tongues cut out. Also like how the doom of valyria was in its walls because the enslaved were literally in there and bc that evil was institutional. Also like the rot that consumed tywin lannister whole cause he’s kings landing in microcosm or whatever. the doom of kings landing is quite literally in the walls cause of the wildfire, and because it’s wildfire it is also LITERALLY the doom of valyria. Just like the Doom was a lot of fireworks but it’s real downfall was the true extent of its rot filling every space in the walls and under the empire, the walls and tunnels of KL are also the Lannister Cognitive Dissonance Basement.

Tywin’s Hypocrite Tunnel reveals the truth of who he was the entire time. Tyrion learns the worst truth of his life in the tunnels, and then comes up thru the Hypocrite tunnel to kill his dad and also he decides to be evil while he’s down there because he thinks that’s the truth about himself, that the rot is also his. But that’s like our mini doom of valyria, that everything tywin hated about himself as well as the people he wronged he shoved underneath the city until it came up and explosively killed him.

Cersei starts her flop for crows arc by in tandem refusing to go into the tunnel or think abt its purpose while refusing to acknowledge any of her father’s flaws. The Tyrion in her head that’s taunting her about being in the walls is the same voice that’s confronting her abt the truth she is repressing abt her father. She knows her doom is in the walls and under the city, but she thinks it’s tyrion when actually it’s the threat of every single truth she has ever repressed to form her delusional worldview coming back to destroy her (the truth that the rot is hollow and pursuit of tywin’s kind of power means nothing but self destruction and also that her mirror was the one who might kill her and not the brother she thinks is different from her in every way). I dont think shes going into the walls until it’s time for her to blow the city up tbh. apocalypse!!!!

Side note: the tyrion in her head being cersei especially is so. like for the past three books we have been told that cersei lannister’s main trait is her pride and vanity. and then you get to her first POV and it’s immediately clear that everything she hates about herself, her father, and the world she attributes to tyrion and everything she likes about herself she assigns to something she inherited from her father, something jaime should be, or both. queenhood and womanhood and her own body are just coffins her family has stuffed her in to fit their own needs. For cersei, the body is a construct just like the Red Keep is, and it is a prison!!! it’s the cage they kept the lions in under Casterly!!! The power she’s constantly chasing after is just the ability to be taken seriously in her own right, respected as a person and not a woman (which to her are antonyms). What presents as her pride and vanity from the outside is actually just a constant battle against the reality that cersei lannister doesn’t really exist because she has absolutely no stable sense of identity and is just as empty as the rest of her family!!!!

Back to the walls: Jaime has a running theme where he can only speak or think the truth if he’s underground, like harrenhal bath moment or taunting catelyn abt bran and the incest in the riverrun dungeon or telling tyrion about tysha in the black cells or his dream in the cave with brienne where he’s like it’s dark out so i can tell the truth abt her being a beauty and a knight. It’s the same with the tunnels. He starts HIS flop for crows arc going in first to the Tywin Hypocrite Tunnel, and has to confront the truth that he doesn’t actually know his brother like he thought he did, or his sister, or his father, or himself really. Also that he’s kind of responsible for their father’s murder. ALSO he finds a dragon mosaic that he thinks is rhaegar, telling him “I know you, kingslayer.” He has SO many repressed truths come up in this tunnel, but he just comes out and is like lol who knows what’s down there not me whoever did this could still be down there look out.

Not that it would’ve been smart to tell Cersei the truth, but it definitely indicates that during Jaime’s feast arc he will not be confronting anything unpleasant because he doesn’t want to. Pushing the truth of yourself away and into the walls and under the city means you can be somewhere (the red keep) without really being there at all, which I think is the connection to Jaime’s dependence on dissociation and going away inside and his relationship to institutions. The details of why he didn’t say anything about the wildfire aren’t super clear but I think him hunting the pyromancers but leaving wildfire in the walls is representative of the fact that on some level deep down he believes in false knighthood, that you really can solve institutional rot if you are Good, if you do enough Heroic Sword Violence to the right people. Lady Stoneheart is in a cave or something I think so that’s his big underground inability to repress anymore-related downfall looming.

So anyway TLDR: Cersei’s right, there’s something those walls and under the city that’s going to destroy them all. It’s not tyrion lurking, but like the irrepressible truth that the rot and evil at the heart of the red keep has eaten it whole, and that the Lannister legacy and conception of power propped up by violence and intimidation is just hollow. That’ll get them because that singular truth is enough to crumple everyone’s self-concept and is too much to overcome even with the Lannister dedication to cognitive dissonance. Which is why I think Cersei blows it up when she gets to the point where she cannot lie to herself abt shit anymore. If twow drops and actually joncon ends up starting the Great King’s Landing BBQ of 301 AC i actually didn’t say any of this😌

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 10 Wooyoung — begging // mommy kink

➥ domme!Reader × sub brat!Wooyoung summary: Wooyoung bites off more than he can chew when he agrees to finally meet his online dom in person. wc: 6.4k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Reader, sub!Wooyoung (and he's a brat), begging, mommy kink, teasing, use of pet names (baby boy, sweetheart, honey, etc) handjob, oral (m receiving), and I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @dilfjohnny @fairylixie_0915 Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora @cixrosie @hwarmony @kangfication Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: sorry this is so late, this is my first attempt at a true dom!Reader situation so please be gentle with me ;-; I hope you like it! Thank you to @ncteez for beta reading because Hon has a sub IDOL agenda. Please head over to her blog to read her works. She's incredible. I love you honeypot uwu as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Wooyoung checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that night. To say he was nervous was an understatement.

He was beyond nervous. Almost terrified.

Wooyoung prided himself on keeping his public and private life separate which is why almost no one, except San, knew he was even doing this. 'This' meaning meeting you.

San was the only person who knew you existed in Wooyoung’s life. He couldn't even bring himself to mention your existence to Yeosang, even after you became such an integral part of his life.

When Wooyoung and you met, it was through instagram. He'd been scrolling through the app for hours, using his private account rather than the public Ateez one.

It was only when he was close to closing the app that he happened upon one of your posts and it instantly drew him in. Your account was set to public but he soon learned that this was your main account and that you had another more… private account.

Upon seeing the locked down account, he got curious, especially after reading the description. He sent a follow request, not thinking much of it. He never expected to receive a DM.

That first conversation had him overwhelmed and intimidated but he felt a pull towards you. It was almost magnetic. The conversations after that went surprisingly well.

You managed to talk about a slew of things but it always ended back at sex although Wooyoung didn't mind. From what he saw on both your Instagram accounts, you were stunning. Exactly his type.

He was surprised how easily he folded under your command. He'd never been told what to do by a woman before and he actually liked being submissive to you. It filled him with a sense of pride when you called him "good boy" and told him he was being good for you.

He loved it and the feelings that came along with it.

Which is why he was so shocked when you asked him to meet you in person one day. You told him how you'd be in his part of Seoul for non domme related business and suddenly he was nervous but curious all the same. He suddenly wanted to know more. About you.

Like what kind of business you could have in Seoul.

After not much deliberation, he agreed to meet you. He only had one request for you.

He needed to be discreet because of his job as an idol.

Thankfully you didn't ask questions and instead understood the need to be discreet and private. You promised to find a place where you could meet privately and not jeopardize his career.

True to your promise, you found a small but very upscale place where the two of you could rent a private room and no one would bother you. It was perfect.

Wooyoung awoke early the scheduled day and took his time getting ready, thankful that San was going to cover for him.

"What are you telling them?" Wooyoung asked as he buttoned up the shirt he'd chosen, a black silky print long sleeve.

San glanced up from his phone, sitting on Wooyoung's bed.

"Some of your old friends are in town so you're going out to meet them and catch up," he answered, watching Wooyoung as he tucked the hem of his shirt into his pants and picked up his belt.

"And if they ask about girls?" San rolled his eyes. "You aren't a child anymore, Woo," he answered. "You know Joong and Hwa-hyung don't care about that." Wooyoung glared at his best friend.

"It's not Joong and Hwa-hyung I'm worried about," he replied. San cocked his head, imitating the way a puppy looked at their owner.

"Then who?" he asked as Wooyoung finished dressing and looked himself over in the tall mirror fixed the back of his bedroom door.

"Yeo-" Wooyoung started but jumped when the door suddenly opened and Yeosang appeared in the doorway.

The three stared at one another for a moment before Yeosang finally spoke. "You're dressed up all nice," he noted, looking his roommate over. "Where are you two going?" he asked.

San shook his head. "I've got a date with my computer tonight," he answered casually. Yeosang's attention turned back to Wooyoung. "And who do you have a date with?" he asked.

Wooyoung shook his head quickly. "No date! Just meeting up with some friends from Ilsan!" he replied. Yeosang stared at the younger man before finally nodding and moved to drop onto his bed.

"Okay, cool. Have fun," he said as he pulled out his phone and started tapping away at the screen.

Wooyoung glanced at San who shrugged. "Better get going," San said as he got up. "Don't wanna keep your friends waiting."

Wooyoung chose to take a taxi to the restaurant rather than the company van to keep the managers or anyone else from asking questions if he didn't come home that night.

The restaurant wasn't exactly out of the way. It was in the heart of Hongdae but Wooyoung understood what you meant when you said everyone would be none the wiser.

The entrance was in a small alley off a side street with only a small neon sign that read the name.

Wooyoung adjusted his mask and pulled the door open, stepping into a small entryway where a counter stood. Behind the counter was a doorway with a black curtain hanging, blocking the view from where he stood.

The walls were a pale green with a cool tone dark brown trim. The floors were the same dark brown as the trim. Accents and decor ranged from brown to white to gold.

The curtain pulled back and a young woman whom Wooyoung could only assume was the hostess smiled at him as she stepped into the room. "Hi, do you have a reservation?" she asked.

Wooyoung hesitated. 'Shit.' He'd forgotten to ask you what name the reservation was under. He pulled his phone out, squeezing out an apology as he tried to quickly unlock his screen and pull up your direct message thread.

"I'm meeting a friend of mine here," he muttered softly as she started typing a message. "Perhaps it's under Rose-Jung?" the receptionist offered, looking over her book. "I only have one reservation under that name," she added, looking up at him.

Wooyoung put his phone away, nodding. "That has to be it," he said, sounding equal parts relieved and suddenly nervous all over again. He was about to meet you for the first time in real life. Ever.

"Right this way," the hostess said with a smile and gestured for Wooyoung to follow her. He walked after her, catching a glimpse of a large dining room off the hallway before he walked past it.

The hall was long and narrow with at least three sliding doors along the way. At the back of the hall was a smaller hallway leading to the bathrooms. Opposite this hallway was a narrow wooden staircase that bent at ninety degrees.

Ascending the stairs was surprisingly difficult due to the small space but Wooyoung managed to keep up with the hostess and upon reaching the top of the stairs, found himself facing another hallway.

The hallway the hostess led him down was dimly light and before long, she stopped at a door and slid the door open before gesturing for him to enter first.

Inside the room was empty save for the furniture. It looked less like a restaurant event room and more like a lounge. The table was a small four seater set towards the wall.

Against the opposite wall was a low black leather couch that looked remarkably comfortable. Sitting before the couch was a low rectangular black wood table with a traditional tea set waiting to be used.

The wall opposite the door was floor to ceiling windows with dark olive colored shades that were pulled halfway down the windows.

"Your server will bring water in just a moment and there are menus on the table," the hostess said, gesturing to the small table. "When the rest of your party arrives, I will bring them to you," she added.

Wooyoung thanked her and watched as she slid the door shut and left him alone in the room. He decided to take a seat at the table and look over the menu. His eyes scanned the options and he noticed the prices were not included on the menu.

He wondered if it was some sort of mistake. Maybe he got defective menus? What kind of restaurant wouldn't put the prices on the menus? He was about to get up to ask the hostess when the door opened.

His eyes widened as someone who wasn't the hostess stepped through the door. It was you.

Wooyoung couldn't believe his eyes. It was actually you. You were here, right now, in front of him.

"Sorry," you said softly. "I hope you haven't been waiting long." Your voice sounded exactly as it did over voice chat from the few times you'd called him. But seeing your face and hearing your voice together was like a dream come true for him.

"Please look over the menu and when you've decided what you'd like, you may use the phone here," the hostess explained, drawing both yours and Wooyoung's attention. You thanked her and watched the door slide shut before turning to Wooyoung.

He was much more handsome in person. His account was a blank one with a few posts but nothing that would give him away. It was only after messaging each other for a bit and asking him to send a photo that you saw his face for the first time but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

You noticed he'd dressed up for the occasion and it made you relax, knowing you weren't the only one dressed up.

He had worn almost exclusively all black. His shirt was a silky material with a tiger-like striping pattern. His pants were black leather and tight fitting, hugging his body and showing off his thighs. He wore a simple black leather belt and plain black dress shoes. You could tell he'd chosen everything carefully.

Wooyoung watched as you removed your jacket and hung it up on a hook by the door. He allowed his eyes to briefly wander, taking in your attire. He was relieved to see you had also dressed up.

He admired the way your black mesh dress hugged your body, showing off your figure. Under the mesh was a nude colored lining and the material bunched up in places. It was an off the shoulder dress with long sleeves, showing off your shoulders and neckline.

The bottom hem of the dress reached just past your knees. For shoes you wore a simple pair of red nubuck pumps with pointed toes and a single strap that buckled around the ankle. The color was so bright and vibrant against your skin that it made him wonder what you'd look like in bed with only the shoes on.

He was drawn from his thoughts as you took a seat beside him. He was surprised you chose to sit adjacent rather than across from him. "It's nice to finally meet in person," you said, your attention now focused entirely on him. Under your stare, he suddenly felt nervous again, something that must have shown because you offered him a very warm smile.

"I can tell you're nervous," you said, shifting in your seat to face him more directly. "But I promise, you don't need to be. Think of this like meeting with a potential client," you added. "It makes the situation much more relaxed." Wooyoung nodded slowly.

"Do you meet with clients often?" he asked, realizing this was the first time he was speaking in front of you. You smiled and nodded.

"Part of my job is meeting with clients," you answered casually. "And what is your job, exactly?" Wooyoung asked to which you purse your lips. "I thought we agreed on no personal questions," you said simply. Wooyoung frowned slightly.

"That was until I had to explain my need for discretion," he retorted.

A look of understanding crossed your features.

"That is true. I suppose I could give you a general explanation of my job," you replied, sitting up a little straighter. "I'm an event coordinator for the company I work for," you explained. Wooyoung waited for you to continue.

"I travel on behalf of my company to meet with clients and potential partners for events my company hosts." The way you conducted yourself as you spoke was impressive and made Wooyoung hang on to your every word.

"So like a party planner?" he asked, making you laugh. "What?" he asked, worried he'd said something wrong. "That's a very plain way of putting it but essentially yes. I'm a party planner," you said, giggles subsiding.

"What sort of events do you plan?" Wooyoung said, suddenly very interested in your job. "Mainly galas, charity events, and holiday parties but sometimes I'm called to plan special events for my boss," you explained.

Wooyoung listened intently as you spoke and it was refreshing to find a man who actually listened to you. Most wouldn't do so, instead commandeering the conversation to speak about themselves. Wooyoung was the opposite.

During the conversation you had reminded him to order whatever he wanted, food and drink was covered under your work expenses as she filed she was meeting with a potential business partner, citing his employment under KQ Entertainment.

"Will my managers be notified?" Wooyoung asked, looking equal parts terrified and anxious. You placed a hand over his on the table calmly. "No. The only employer that will be notified is mine. You don't have to worry," you explained.

Visibly relaxing in his seat, Wooyoung looked over the menu again. "So anything I want?" He asked, glancing back up at you.

You nodded in response. "Whatever you want. It's all covered under my business expenses."

Wooyoung's lips pulled into a mischievous grin. "Well, What about you?" he asked. You cocked your head curiously. "What about me?" you answered.

"I know you aren't exactly on the menu, but what if I want to eat you instead?" Wooyoung asked, setting the menu down on the table.

'Where did that come from?!' he asked himself. 'When did you get so bold?'

The shocked look on your face lasted only for a moment before a smile spread across your face. "Settle down there, tiger," you replied. "You'll need that energy later."

Wooyoung's pants suddenly felt a little tighter at the mention of 'later.' He was really doing this. Meeting his online sexual partner, the woman who could make him cum with just words alone was more than a dream come true and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have the tiniest crush on you now that he'd met you in person.

The both of you settled on your orders, picking out food and drinks using the phone to order as instructed. The drinks and appetizers arrived much faster and soon, you and Wooyoung had migrated to the sofa. You'd ordered an entire bottle of sake which came with a carafe, a warmer, and two small cups.

Wooyoung watched as you set up the warmer. He was intrigued by your knowledge of sake as he'd only had it a few times when visiting Japan on tour.

"So you just boil the water and put the carafe in it?" he asked as you poured some of the sake into the carafe. "Yes," you answered. "It's called a tokkuri," you added. "These cups are called ochoko."

Wooyoung picked up one of the small cups and inspected it. "These are like the ones we drank out of the last time we were in Japan," he said as he set it back down and watched you.

"Most drink from ochoko. Other cups have more professional or ceremonial purposes," you explained as you set the carafe into the pot of water and sat back against the cushioned back of the sofa.

The two of you sipped on your individual drinks and ate the appetizers, keeping the conversation light and flowing.

Finally you deemed the sake warmed enough to serve. Wooyoung had only ever had chilled sake, so this was a new experience for him. The warmth brought out the fruity flavor of the drink and he was surprised he liked it so much.

"Soju is supposed to be served cold and tastes weird when warm," he explained as you poured some more. "But this is really good."

You smiled, placing the carafe back in the pot of water. "I'm glad you like it," you replied, sitting back and taking a sip from your own cup. "I like sake both ways," you admitted, setting down your empty cup. "I think warm is my favorite though."

Wooyoung set his cup back on the table. "I don't think I could choose a favorite just yet," he replied. "But I do like both."

He was tempted to make a move. He wanted to do something; place his hand on your thigh, lean in closer, anything to show he was interested but you were much quicker.

"Perhaps we should order a chilled bottle," you said suddenly, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh. The sudden contact rendered him speechless. Your body was so warm and your lips within kissing distance, so why couldn't he move?

You leaned in closer, lips dangerously close to his ear before you spoke again. "Or perhaps we should forgo the rest of dinner and get right to it?"

He felt your fingers dig into his thigh, a whine threatened to escape him but you pulled away suddenly, removing your hand from his thigh as the door slid open. Your food had arrived at the worst possible time. Wooyoung felt constrained in his pants. Why in the world had he chosen to wear leather in the first place?

Not much conversation was held while you ate and sipped on the sake and your drinks. What little you did speak was spent talking about work. You'd finally gotten around to asking Wooyoung about his life as an idol. He tried to brush it off but you admitted to looking him up after learning his identity.

You noticed the way he blushed and squirmed in his seat when you complimented him. His singing, the way he danced, his looks, everything. It made him unbelievably flustered but also stroked his ego a bit. He was more than turned on by the time you ordered dessert. Whether or not you knew that was a different story.

One he did not know the ending to. At least yet.

"So," Wooyoung said softly as you signed the bill and put your business card away. "Now what?" You set the small tray on the table and handed him one of the mints. "What happens next is up to you," you answered, sitting back and looking at him.

"Up to me?" Wooyoung asked, feeling anxiety set in again.

"Mhm. If you'd like to end things here, we can do that. If you'd like to continue--"

"I want to continue," Wooyoung said hastily, then apologizing quickly for interrupting you.

Instead of being upset like he expected, you simply smiled at him.

"Then let's continue."

The ride from the restaurant to your hotel wasn't exactly long but it was full of sexual tension. Wooyoung tried to keep his hands to himself out of respect for not only you but for the driver as well, so when you shifted closer, pressing against his side and running your fingers through his hair, he was not only shocked but also craving more: more of your touch, more of your warmth, more of you.

Upon arriving at the hotel, he followed you through the exquisitely decorated lobby to the smudge free silver elevators. Once inside the lift, he watched as you pulled your keycard out and waved it in front of the reader and pressed the button for one of the top floors.

The ride up was uneventful as you both kept your hands to yourselves but once you arrived outside your door, Wooyoung couldn't stop himself anymore. 'No more holding back.'

His hands found their way to your hips as you waved your keycard in front of the lock, letting out a small chuckle as you pushed the door open, Wooyoung following your movements so as to not lose his touch on your body.

Inside the room was dimly lit but Wooyoung glanced around briefly, taking in the rather modern furnishings. The back wall was entirely glass, looking over the city where the lights glimmered like stars.

Wooyoung barely had time to register it before your hands pulled him closer. He turned his head in time to watch as your head ducked into the crook of his neck, lips trailing up the side of his neck. “Unbutton your shirt,” you ordered.

Wooyoung pulled back and gave you a smirk. “And if I don’t want to?” He challenged. You raised an eyebrow before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it from his pants. You took his chin in your hands.

“Unbutton your shirt before I destroy it,” you commanded. Wooyoung’s eyes widened, fingers moving to undo each button slowly, almost as if he was putting on a show. You didn’t seem to mind or get impatient so he took his time.

When the last button was undone, you reached beneath the opened fabric, grabbing his waist and pulling him forward, mouth immediately descending onto his skin, kissing and nipping. Your lips trailed back up to his neck, stopping to bite and tease his skin. Wooyoung let out a sigh, tilting his head and giving you move access to his neck.

The feeling of your lips on his skin was heavenly. His hands moved to your hips, gripping the fabric of your dress. You pulled back, taking his hands off your hips. “Get on the bed,” you told him. He shook his head. “No,” he retorted, hands moving to your dress again. “This needs to come off,” he murmured, his lips finding your jaw and kissing along it as you fought his hands.

“On the bed now,” you ordered, pulling from his grip. You turned away to remove your earrings, moving to set them on the desk in the corner of the room. Wooyoung followed, his hands finding purchase on your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch, his lips pressing to your shoulder, kissing and nipping at the skin. You pressed back against him, making him groan against your shoulder.

Turning in his hold, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back towards the bed until he fell back onto the mattress. He moved to sit up and you pushed him down. “Get up and I’ll stop completely,” you warned him. He looked up at you, propped up on his elbows and watched as you slowly started to remove your dress, sliding the stretchy material down your torso and past your hips.

The article dropped to your feet and you stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor as you walked toward the bed.

Wooyoung allowed his eyes to scan your body, taking in the strapless lingerie you wore under the dress. He would have never known.

It was a simple red lace set, matching the shoes you had taken off at the door.

You climbed onto the bed, climbing over Wooyoung and forcing him to scoot further onto the bed.

"Are you always like this?" you asked, straddling his lap as you tossed his shirt away. Wooyoung grinned up at you mischievously. "Not always," he admitted, letting his hands wander up your waist. "Just with you."

You grabbed his wrists just as they moved to cup your breast over your lingerie and pinned them above his head against the mattress. "How flattering," you replied sarcastically.

"What can I say?" Wooyoung asked. "You bring it out in me."

You shook your head, sitting back up and releasing his wrists. "Keep your hands there," you ordered. Wooyoung nodded silently and watched as you got up, walked over to your bag and pulled out what looked suspiciously like rope.

"Have you ever used the traffic light system before?" you asked as you walked back over to the bed. Wooyoung kept his eyes on the rope, shaking his head. "No," he finally whispered when he realized you were waiting for a vocal answer.

"It's simple," you started to explain. "Red means stop immediately, yellow means continue but use caution, and green means go. It's the most commonly used safe word in the BDSM community."

Wooyoung nodded again. "It sounds simple," he added as you climbed back onto the bed and straddled his lap again. You nodded in response. "So, I'll ask you for a color and you tell me your answer based on how you're feeling," you said, releasing the rope with one hand and moving to caress his cheek.

"I may be a domme, but I'm not mean. You behave and be a good boy and I'll reward you," you explained, watching the way he leaned his head into your touch. "Understand?" You asked. Wooyoung nodded but you tutted, moving to grab his chin. "Verbal consent, Wooyoung," you ordered.

"Y-yes," he breathed out. You took the rope in your hands again, holding it up for him to see. "So, color?"

His eyes lingered on the rope before he met your gaze. "Green."

You smiled and nodded towards his hands. "Give me your hands then." Wooyoung moved immediately, offering his hands to you. "Put your wrists together, palms facing each other, but keep your hands in fists. It's more comfortable that way," you explained.

He did as you instructed and watched as you took the black rope and started to wrap it around his wrists. He kept his eyes on his wrists, watching the way you wound the rope around his wrists carefully and surprisingly gently whilst keeping a firm grip. 

"You sure this is gonna hold me?" Wooyoung teased, that same devilish grin on his face. You knotted the rope and placed his wrists above his head on the mattress. "I'm certain," you replied, placing your hands on his chest and looking down at him under you.

"Unless I say so, keep your hands right there," you ordered.

Wooyoung playfully lifted his bound wrists, a cheeky giggle escaping him when you grabbed the roped bound wrists and forced them back against the he'd with one hand.

"Disobey me again and you won't get to cum," you warned dangerously. "I'll use you to get myself off."

Wooyoung's smile faded, replaced with a pout as you carefully scooted back, now hovering over his thighs as you started to undo his belt,  keeping your eyes on your hands. Wooyoung, however, kept his eyes on your face as you started to undo his zipper and unbutton his pants.

Sliding off the bed, you pulled his pants with you with surprising ease and discarded them on the floor before you were back on the bed in no time. Wooyoung watched as you moved slowly, you hands gliding up his thighs slowly, stopping occasionally to dig your red nails ever so slightly into his skin, making him squirm.

"Please," he suddenly whined. "I promise I won't do it again." 

Your hand moved over his crotch, palm resting against his obvious erection. "Promise you won't do what?" you asked, wanting to hear him say the words. "I promise I won't move my hands." 

You tutted again in response, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulling back a little before letting the elastic snap against his skin. He jumped slightly and whined again as your hands moved back down his thighs.

"Color?" you asked as he looked up at you.

"G-green!" he cried out. "P-please don't tease me, Y/N." You sighed, dipping your hand between his partially parted legs to cup him gently. He let out a soft moan at your touch but hissed when you pulled away.

Before he could protest, you were climbing onto him, leaning down to capture his lips in a sudden but searing kiss. He barely had time to register and enjoy it before you were pulling away and settling between his legs, forcing them apart to accommodate you.

You drew your attention back to his cock, confined to his underwear. He was definitely straining against the fabric, begging to be freed and that gave you an idea. You leaned over, pressing a short kiss to his stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tensed under your touch.

Kiss after kiss, you made your way from one hip to the other, stopping to leave a little bite mark which had him moaning, hands threatening to move but he kept his composure.

"Do you think you've been a good boy?" you asked, glancing up at him through your lashes. He nodded frantically. "I'm sorry I was a brat earlier," he rasped out. "I promise I'll be good from now on!"

You hid your smile as you slipped your fingers back under the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down, finally freeing his cock which stood proudly before you. "As I suspected," you said softly as you inspected his size and girth.

"What?" Wooyoung asked, watching your movements. "Your cock is just as pretty as you are," you commented, savoring the flush that formed on his cheeks, but even more when you rendered him speechless by taking him in your hand and testing the weight.

"I'm gonna enjoy having this inside me," you said in a low tone. "Do you want that, Wooyoung?" you asked, your tone taking on a velvety smoothness. He nodded frantically. "Yes, please," he answered. "I want that so badly!"

Your hand started to move, giving him a few slow strokes before you allowed a small amount of your spit to drop onto the head of his cock, your hand gathering it and using it to speed up your movements, stroking him faster. "Oh shit," you heard him curse.

"You think you've been good enough to be allowed inside me?" you asked, enjoying the way he squirmed, twitched, and moaned under your touch. "Yes, please, please," he whimpered as your hand continued to stroke him at a steady pace.

"Hmm," you murmured. "I suppose that's true. Despite your earlier… misbehavior, you have been exceptionally well mannered since then. I guess I can reward you."

Not allowing him a chance to speak, you leaned over, giving the tip of his cock a slow, deliberate lick, tasting his precum and giving him another quick stroke before keeping your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and taking the head into your mouth.

He let out a loud moan as your tongue teased the top of his shaft, fingers clenching tightly into fists and his nails pressing into his palms. "Oh shit, oh shit," he hissed as you sucked, pulling back and pulling him out of your mouth with an audible pop.

You continued to stroke him, faster this time. "You look so pretty like this," you purred, using your freehand to drag your nails across his chest and down his toned abdomen. "Please," he said hoarsely. "I wanna cum so bad." You tutted again, slowing your hand on his cock. "Only good boys get to cum," you reminded him.

"As long as you're a good boy, I’ll make you cum, honey."

You resumed your slow torture, taking him into your mouth again, working him up and dragging out his pleasure. You wanted to make him really beg for it.

"You're doing so well," you noted as you pulled him from the brink of orgasm for the third time. He was clearly frustrated, blinking away tears, cheeks burning, and chest heaving with each breath.

"Please," he whimpered again. "Please let me cum," he mumbled something under his breath and it forced you to halt everything.

"What did you just say?" you asked, not out of shock or anger, merely curiosity.

Wooyoung whined, burning with embarrassment of the words that just slipped past his lips.

You climbed over him, taking his chin in your hand. "Say it again," you ordered. He hesitated. Looking up at you, his initial thought that he'd somehow angered you disappeared. He only saw excitement on your face.

"Please let me cum…" he started, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before whispering the next part. "Mommy."

Without a word, you took his lips in another searing kiss before pulling back and removing his underwear completely as well as slipping off your own.

You were back on him in seconds, slowly and deliberately dragging your wet slit over his throbbing cock. He was ready to explode and you knew you had to take this slowly if you wanted him to last long enough to get yourself off as well.

"You want this?" you asked softly, grinding against him and making him whine. "Yes," he moaned. "Yes what?" you challenged, making his face blush furiously. "Yes, mommy," he replied in a soft voice.

You pressed down on him further, dragging your clit against the underside of his cock. "You want mommy to fuck you, little boy?" you asked sweetly. "Is that what you want?" You couldn't help but smile at him when he nodded, blabbering out a jumbled mess of words that contained the word yes no less than ten times.

You lifted your hips, taking his now slick covered cock in your hand and lifting it to line the tip with your entrance. Before sinking down on him, you looked up to meet his gaze. "What color?"

His eyes dipped down to where your cunt hovered over his cock, the tip barely touching you before looking back up. "Green."

You sank down, taking him into your warm walls and bottoming out swiftly. The sudden intrusion was enough to have him moaning, nearly blowing his load in one go but he managed to hold back, nails pressing into his skin again.

You reached up to take his bound wrists and carefully undid the knots, unwrapping the black rope and tossing it aside. "You can touch," you said simply.

His hands moved in a blur, settling first on your hips, squeezing before sliding up your waist and then moving to cup your chest since he was interrupted before.

You took his hands and placed them on your waist before leaning forward to lift your hips, sinking back down on him slowly. You felt his fingers dig into your waist, eyes fluttering shut as you began to roll your hips. "Holy shit," he cursed and immediately apologized. You merely shook your head and focused on building a steady rhythm with your hips. This wasn't your first time being on top.

Wooyoung's hands moved to your ass, gripping tightly and urging you to move faster. "Patience, sweetheart," you cooed, continuing to drag out your movements. "Don't want you cumming too fast, do we?" you asked breathlessly.

"Please, mommy," he begged. "Please go faster. I want more."

You clicked your tongue. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked sternly. He shook his head. "No! Please," he cried out. "I'm sorry!"

"Then don't tell me what to do, baby," you replied, leaning over, palms on the mattress as you started to bounce on his cock. "I told you if you're good, I'll make you cum. So just listen and trust me," you added, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

Underneath you, he started to buck his hips, meeting your thrusts. "Does that feel good, baby?" you cooed, moving one hand to brush his hair back off his forehead which was covered in a layer of sweat. "Yes," he gasped, grip tightening and his nails digging into your skin. "It f-feels so good, mommy," he moaned.

"Are you getting tired, baby boy?" you asked, hand moving yo cup his cheek. He shook his head fervently. "No, never," he panted.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Wooyoung?" you asked suddenly, drawing his attention. "What?" he asked as you slowed to a stop. "I said," you repeated, taking his hands off your ass and placing them on your chest, sighing when he squeezed gently.

"Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?"

Wooyoung nodded wordlessly, making you cock your head. "Words, baby. We use our words to communicate."

"Yes," he said quickly. "I wanna fuck you."

You climbed off him, his cock slipping out of you and confusing him until you turned around in your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. "Then fuck me."

He was up on his knees quickly, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock back into you in what felt like seconds. "How uh…" he hesitated. "Yes?" you asked, peering over your shoulder.

"How hard am I allowed to go?" he asked, feeling very self conscious even though he was balls deep inside your pussy right now. You lowered your chest to the bed, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Surprise me," you replied with a smirk.

A switch flipped in Wooyoung when you said that last sentence. No one could stop him once he started, his hold on your waist tight as he thrust into you quickly. You let out a gasp at the sudden speed and strength he displayed. Looks were deceiving on his end.

The sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room, barely audible over his sounds of exertion. It was almost an animalistic way he was fucking you, cock hitting deep inside you and making your eyes roll back. "Remind me to never underestimate you again," you gasped as your walls tightened around him.

Wooyoung's movements were almost hated and you thought he was about to cum but instead he leaned over to speak softly.

"You really shouldn't have given me control," he said with an amused tone. You were about to ask why when you felt him strike your ass, causing you to cry out. "You know how bratty I can be, mommy," he said, resuming his unrelenting pace from before.

You moved to push yourself up but he placed his hand on your back and pushed you back down. "Nu-uh," he said teasingly. "You told me to fuck you," he growled.

"And that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

[leikeliscomet]

We Failed the First Black Doctor (Part 2)

After the high of Fugitive of the Judoon ended, the fandom waited for her next appearance. In The Timeless Children, Fugitive appears to help Thirteen. The version we see is of her however actually isn’t her in the flesh, it’s a projection in the Matrix or a hallucination in Thirteen’s mind. Either way, she gives our main character her ‘you can do it’ speech before Thirteen makes her great escape. And that's it. The big showdown was between Thirteen, Dhawan!Master and surprisingly Ko Sharmus who’d give his life to save our main cast making him MVP of the episode. Having Fugitive save the day could’ve given her character a greater role but killing off our First Black Doctor without any explanation of who she was yet definitely would’ve been a terrible idea, so maybe saving her for the Matrix would've been okay. But her backstory was still in a vague place. Whilst the Brendan flashbacks gave us this context and pulled us into the mystery further, wouldn't it have made sense to show us Fugitive in those scenes? We knew she was the Doctor so we could’ve easily put two and two together. Even the Timeless Child reveal itself came across as disappointing to most of the fandom. Technical things aside, making Fugitive the Timeless Child also could've been a way to fully flesh her out and give her more to do in the finale. Running away from Division after they’d kidnapped and experimented on her, taking the form of the Doctor to blend in and help others also exploited like her and being highly skilled in combat for her own protection could've made for some great storytelling and yet…. nothing. Normally in RTD stories the mid-season informs the finale. Dalek showed us a dalek and in the finale… we got Daleks. The Cybermen from Pete’s World returned for Army of Ghosts/Doomsday. The Family of Blood/Human Nature fob returned for Utopia and gave us a three-part finale. The missing planets throughout series 4 would lead us to another major Dalek return in The Stolen earth/Journey’s End. So to copy RTD Who’s format to introduce Fugitive, but not follow through in the finale was very strange and disappointing. With that in mind, I waited for her hopeful return in series 13.

The next time we saw The Fugitive was in Once, Upon Time. The new fam have found themselves trapped in their own timestreams and Thirteen gets a flashback of her past. In there, she sees her reflection and that reflection belongs to the Fugitive. The entire sequence is essentially a Fugitive-era episode. Swarm and Azure were her villains. Karvanista represented by Dan, Lee likely represented by Vinder and likely Gat represented by Yaz were her TARDIS team. Fugitive has a more militaristic approach due to her control by Division but also delivers a decent speech before capturing the Ravagers. She has a calm and controlled presence same as before giving her an interesting dynamic with them. Chaos defeated by order. Once, Upon Time gives us a glimpse of what a Fugitive Doctor episode is or at least could be… and still couldn't commit to it. Thirteen and Fugitive constantly flick back and forth between each other and impressive VFX aside, this was completely unnecessary. We know Fugitive and Thirteen are the same person and that they're both the doctor and yet the episode doesn’t trust the audience enough to let us see the scene carry on without her. The filming of Flux was affected by the pandemic and this is given as the main reason for the flickering but it’s a poor excuse that doesn't hold up. If Jo Martin filmed a fully completed socially distanced take of the Doctor’s lines why did we need Whittaker’s layered over it? Just show us the Martin cut! Again, once Fugitive’s purpose of helping Thirteen was fulfilled, she was gone and the fam moved on. The main Flux storyline continued without her presence. Similarly to Timeless Children, we were teased with a Fugitive appearance that still sidelined her to a cameo role.

In her final appearance, the Fugitive comes back for Power of the Doctor. She’s a hologram… again. Her main role is to save Thirteen… again. She tricks the Cybermen into shooting each other and helps Yaz, giving her one last iconic moment but again, she exists to serve Thirteen's narrative and not her own. A smaller but still interesting part of the scene was her remark about the Master being a ‘rubbish schoolboy’, breadcrumbing us about Fugitive's backstory and her relationships with other characters but this is another question that remains unanswered. Some fans hoped this left a door open for an RTD2 appearance but as Fugitive is a Chibnall character, RTD has no obligation to bring her back so yet again, her fate is still in limbo. There’s some hope as RTD has shown interest in the storyline and has picked it up in a way for the new era but until Jo Martin is on screen again nothing has been confirmed as of yet. The Fugitive Doctor will return instead in a Big Finish audio announced in April 2022. The audio isn’t coming out until 2025.

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Every doctor, especially in nuwho, goes on a journey; an arc designed and crafted for them which ends with their character changed by the time we reach their regeneration. War accepted the consequences of his actions but realised he didn’t have to fight alone. Despite having a single appearance, Day of the Doctor gave his character a purpose, a conflict and resolution perfectly wrapping his incarnation up within 1 hour. The future was something to embrace, not fear. Nine was the oncoming storm, haunted by the destruction of Gallifrey who eventually opened up to companionship again and finally forgave himself. Ten was the self-destructive hero, whose brilliance and intellect would fuel his ego to great heights eventually causing his downfall. Eleven was the imaginary best friend, an old soul in a young body, with darker tendencies who brought a sadness to the character. Twelve was the lecturer, having very philosophical and internal struggles eventually giving his life not out of grand gesture but simply out of kindness. Thirteen, regardless of what you thought of her writing, had her own narrative journey. The lonely woman who fell to earth not knowing her origin but letting it go because she gained a found family instead. But for the Fugitive, who cares? Why should Chibnall bother to give a Black woman’s incarnation a purpose? Wants and needs? Conflicts? A drive? Motivation? Why even bother giving her a placement in the main lineup? Why bother giving your Black characters depth when it's just easier for fans to just say ‘No way there’s racism here, look a Black doctor!’ with no regard, care of concern for how she was treated? Even when you look at how Black characters are written and perceived, it's clear fandoms aren’t willing or ready to take on board nuanced representations of Black characters. Both Thirteen and the fandom were shocked by Fugitive’s gun use, some claiming it reinforced stereotypes of the angry, violent Black woman but actually she subverts it. The Fugitive’s gun was a red herring to trick the Judoon and Gat. She wasn’t going to use it, she just needed them to think she would. This was no different to Eleven threatening to blow up the Dalek’s ship with a jammy dodger. The violence Fugitive used was in self-defence, not out of malice. Her telling Thirteen to shut up was because she threatened the plan by revealing they were both doctors, not just because she was angry for no reason. It’s ironic and also worrying that after portrayal, after portrayal, after portrayal of morally grey nuwho doctors each using violence as the last resort, each angry at rightful injustices, each holding a darkness within, that the incarnation that didn’t claim any lives is the most violent because they exist in a dark skin Black woman’s body. The ‘lack’ in the representation of marginalised people is an issue that's prominent in Chibnall Who. The Fugitive Doctor is a Black woman. The gender-blind approach to Thirteen’s writing already raised a few concerns but for the experiences of Black women specifically, our Blackness isn’t something that can be ignored or represented ‘subtly’. From the long history and list of tropes used to represent us, from the outrage and anger in fandoms towards Black characters and castings, this lived experience has to be acknowledged. Even in the Doctor Who fandom, Martha Jones was the first Black woman to be a companion and she was hated. RTD and co. acknowledging Martha’s Blackness could've helped protect Freema Agyeman from the rampant racism in the fandom. So why would casting a Black woman as the lead this time, specifically a dark skin woman, be approached any differently? In a diverse and ‘progressive’ show why is race ignored? 

When Jodie Whittaker was announced as the first female Doctor she got tribute videos from young girls that congratulated her, went on Children in Need, spoke about representation in interviews and went on the runway. When Michelle Gomez was cast as the first female master, the uniqueness of casting a woman as the Master for the first time was spoken about on Doctor Who’s YouTube channel. When Jo Martin was cast as the first Black woman to play the doctor, the BBC did nothing. The Black cosplayers shouted out were done by Jo Martin alone on her Instagram. The events where those cosplay group photos took place were organised by Black fans and other fans of colour just like they had always been (shoutouts to Black TARDIS and Team #TARBIS at Gally1). This issue goes beyond Chibnall and is about representation in TV/Film itself. If creative teams can’t be bothered to support Black characters, creators or our stories then I won’t accept the breadcrumbs. I’m becoming less impressed with simply having a Black companion or doctor there but how. If they want credit for representing Black characters then simply, they need to do the damn work. I am tired of the Doctor Who fandom giving Chris Chibnall, Steven Moffat and Russell T Davies credit for Black representation they didn’t create and for work they haven't done. Give me a Black character in Who whose arc doesn’t revolve around a white one, who doesn’t go through extreme trauma with no catharsis and isn’t just ‘there’ and then I’ll give full credit where it's due. Only then will I start handing out gold stars for lanes of Black representation being paved. Only then will I start singing praises of anti-racism and allyship. Until then, I’m no longer accepting breadcrumbs as a full meal.

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[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: robots and artificial intelligences

A note: I'm differentiating here between artificial intelligence and transhumanism (such as uploaded consciousnesses and cyborgs), which I intend to make a separate rec post for at a later date.

(Titles marked with * are my personal favorites)

Other book rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding, really cool sci-fi worldbuilding, dark sapphic romances, mermaid books, vampire books, portal fantasies

Continue beneath the cut for details on the books!

The Outside by Ada Hoffman*

AKA the book the put me in an existenial crisis. Souls are real, and they are used to feed AI gods in this lovecraftian inspired scifi where reality is warped and artifical gods stand against real, unfathomable ones. Autistic scientist Yasira is accused of heresy and, to save her eternal soul, is recruited by post-human cybernetic 'angels’ to help hunt down her own former mentor, who is threatening to tear reality itself apart.

The Prey of Gods by Nicky Drayden

South African-set scifi featuring gods ancient and new, robots finding sentience, dik-diks, and a gay teen with mind control abilities. An ancient goddess seeks to return to her true power no matter how many humans she has to sacrifice to get there. A little bit all over the place but very creative and fresh.

17776: What Football Will Look Like in the Future by Jon Bois*

A multi-media web novel available to read freely online (which you should do!!). I don't want to give too much away as the initial punch of finding things out is part of the journey, but it's both hilarious and profound as it questions the meaning of humanity and life.

Illuminae (Illuminae Files) by Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff*

Young adult told through the medium of transcripts, text messages and the like (this is one of few books where I highly recommend reading a physical copy over a digital as the visual aspect is much more enjoyable like that). After their colony is attacked, the surviving inhabitants flee on space ships, attempting to avoid the pursuing killers while also dealing with a deadly madening plague on board and a ruthless ship AI seemingly losing its mind.

A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers series) by Becky Chambers*

Technically part two of a series, but stands well on its own as the installments are only losely connected (though I recommend reading the first book as well, it's very good). A former ship's AI recently moved into an illegal android body tries to make sense of life as she navigates her way through humans and aliens alike.

The Quiet at the End of the World by Lauren James*

Young adult. After the spread of a global virus causing infertility, teenagers Lowrie and Shen are now the youngest humans alive as the adults around them race to find a cure. As they investigate the ruins of the world, the two come across records from the past, of how grief stricken people turned to raising artificial children in apps and how these 'children' developed, and through these records the two learn of their history. Also has a bisexual main character!

A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk and Robot series) by Becky Chambers

Novella. Long ago, robots, upon gaining sentience, simply laid down their work and walked into the wilderness. Long after, a tea monk looking for purpose follows after them into the wilds, where they come across one of the robots seeking its own sort of answers. While not plotless, this story focuses more on character and vibes over plot. Also has a nonbinary main character and features conversations on gender between human and robot.

All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries) by Martha Wells*

After having hacked its own governor module, SecUnit uses its small amount of new freedom to secretly download and watch as much media as it can between doing its job guarding humans. But when the scientists it’s been charged with keeping safe come under attack, it must make a choice about whether to continue keeping its freedom secret or risk it all to save them. The series features both novellas and full length novels, and balances humor with scathing critique of capitalism.

Machinehood by S.B. Divya

Prudent in the rise of AI and machine learning, Machinehood shows a near future in which humans struggle to find a place on the workforce as more and more jobs are given to AI. Status quo is shaken as a dangerous terrorist group calling itself The Machinehood starts committing attacks. A close look both at the rights of humans in a technologically changing world, and at the rights of AI as their intelligence edges ever closer to full sentience.

The Company of Death by Elisa Hansen*

A wild mix of genres, where a zombie apocalypse has struck and vampires gather up humans to keep their food source from going extinct, a robot travels across America with a young man she's tasked to keep safe, and former-vampire-hunter-recent-zombie Emily teams up with Death himself to stop the apocalypse. Features bi and ace characters! Bonus rec: the author also runs the youtube channel Maven of the Eventide, where she talks about various vampire media. Check it out!

Railhead by Philip Reeve

Young adult. In a future where humanity travel between the stars using not spaceships but a portal-connected system of sentient trains, a young thief and street urchin is hired to steal something off of the Emperor's train.

Being by Kevin Brooks*

Young adult. Cards on the table, I think I was about 14 when I last read this, but it made a strong enough impression that I still think of it as one of my favorite books. After having gone in for a routine exam, doctors make a stunning discovery about Robert Smith: he isn't human. Suddenly hunted, Robert goes on the run as he tries to cope with the fact of his own existence. While I love this book, it gives very few answers to its many mysteries, so don’t go in expecting full explanations.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie*

A space opera in which sentient spaceships can walk the ground in stolen human bodies, so called ancillaries. One of these ancillaries, the sole survivor after the complete destruction of her ship and crew, is one the hunt for revenge. This series also does very cool things with gender!

Crier's War by Nina Varela

Who says sci-fi has monopoly on robots? In sapphic YA fantasy Crier's War, artificially created automae have defeated and subjugated humans, who live as second class citizens. Young Ayla goes undercover as a servant, meaning to assassinate automae girl and Sovereign's daughter Crier. This would be easier if the two weren't quick to develop feelings for each other.

My Heart is Human by Reese Hogan

Nine years ago, all complex technology was made illegal. This complicates life for Joel, young transgender single father, as a bionic just uploaded itself into his brain without consent. Scared of losing his daughter, Joel tries to keep the bionic secret while using it to fix his life, but things quickly get more complicated as the bionic gains more and more control of his body. Makes a lot of cool paralells of bodily autonomy to Joel's experiences as a transman. Bonus rec: if you like the general concept of struggling for physical control over one's body with an AI, may I also suggest the (much grittier and gory) movie Upgrade.

The Archive Undying (The Downworld Sequence) by Emma Mieko Candon

In a world where AI gods sometimes lose their minds and take entire populations down with them, Sunai was the only survivor when his god went down. In the 17 years since, he has wandered on his own, unable to either die or age, drowning his sorrows in drink and men. But his attempts to flee his past comes to a stop as he is forced back into the struggle between man and machine. Featuring some pretty wild world building and narrative techniques, this book will definitely confuse you, but it is worth the experience.

Activation Degradation by Marina J. Lostetter

Unit Four comes to life in the middle of a war. The mine it was created to care for is under attack, and as Unit Four is activated with the memories of its predecessors, it is thrown into the task of protecting it at any cost. When the battle leads to its capture, it is prepared to do anything to stop its captors, even as their very presence causes it to question all that it knows.

Sea of Rust by C. Robert Cargill*

Years after the death of the last human at the hands of a robot uprising, Brittle travels the desert searching for machines on the brink of breaking down whose parts she can scavenge. The world is quickly falling apart as a war between OWIs - One World Intelligences - struggle to absorb every robot, willing or not. Bleak and captivating, Sea of Rust features horrible people who you can’t help but root for anyway as they struggle for their lives while questioning the very nature of said lives.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

Hybrid Child by Mariko Ōhara

Japanese 1990s classic. Follows an escaped AI who can take on the form of the people it has consumed.

World Running Down by Al Hess

Follows a powerful AI that has been forced into an android body against its will.

The Thousand Year Beach by Hirotaka Tobi

Set in a virtual world populated by AIs, meant as a resort for human guests who stopped showing up over a thousand years ago, leaving the AIs on their own.

And Shall Machines Surrender by Benjanun Sriduangkaew

Novella. Machines are the gods and rulers of the Dyson sphere Shenzhen, where humans live in luxury and strive to become host bodies for future AIs.

After On by Rob Reid

Phluttr is a social media and a person, potential hero and potential villain, holder of the secrets of all her users.

Annie Bot by Sierra Greer

Annie Bot was designed to be a perfect girlfriend, but as she learns all the more about being human, perfection becomes all the more distant.

Honorary mentions AKA these didn't really work for me but maybe you guys will like them:

The Lives of Puppets by T.J. Klune, Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan, Barbary Station by R.E. Stearns, The A.I. Who Loved Me by Alyssa Cole, Medusa Uploaded by Emily Devenport

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answering asks vol 2.

'Smiths' can encompass enginesmiths (mercury), armoursmiths (mars), alchemists (saturn) and some others - generally a smith is someone who works with engines or metal in any capacity, whether by constructing them, managing their fuel, making armour, etc. all of them have a completely degendered role in the church. They are supposed to be wholly devoted to their craft & church, to the point of becoming almost unpeople, sexless.

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I like pantera :) he's the main character beast sure (alongside leun) but he's got a lot of interesting history and has been through a lot.

To start out I do some basic sketches while looking at bestiary diagrams of the animal type. Then I draw the base proportions over a photo of the animal's skeleton. Once the joints are all in place and I could imagine it moving relatively freely, I pick a motif and design the armour shapes with that in mind (i.e leun's trefoils, taurus's waves). The motifs come from a bunch of sources - if I see them in medieval art around that animal, the beast's use purpose, the culture that built them and how it might differ in art styles to the 'basic' designs from the heart of the Mezian theocracy. Fun stuff like that.

As an exercise I have taken (human) characters from other settings and made holy beast versions of them, trying to imagine what animal it would be, what weapons, what armour designs, etc. Behold, Bowman:

It's a fun exercise! I recommend :>

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Hi! Thank you for the suggestion! I actually did try to use OneNote for my thesis but I found that it ended up an extra step that got in the way. Instead I organised my reference papers manually (and wrote up all my bibliography by hand as well). I haven't heard of Notion so I might look into it :> as someone with adhd I find that the best way for me is to make it stupid easy, which is why discord works because I already use it for talking with friends and I like the mobile app.

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SO true!! You can make whatever the hell you want forever and that sounds really cool, I'm glad I was able to help in some little way >:) (although, holy beasts are not robots.. i think the best description for them is just. exotic vehicles.)

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lmao it's totally fine!! I love to talk

Sir Heaven had such a profoundly negative experience with Leun that he struggles with the concept of making anybody else do what he now considers to be his burden. He also feels that taking any new people inside Leun would endanger them.

The bishop of Salvius cathedral is the guy Heaven answers to, and his superior officer. The bishop has reported the matter to the pope and they're still working hard presenting new potential novices to Sir Heaven, but the thing is that Sir Heaven rejects them for seemingly valid reasons. He doesn't just say 'no I'm not taking apprentices', he says 'this one's reaction speed isn't good enough' or 'this one is too prideful'. But the longer he tries to keep this up, the more suspicion he heaps on his shoulders. If the time came, no, he would not be able to deny a direct order from the pope.

Ketjan was selected at random, one of a large group of other children who were not raised in the church. This is to ensure that there is no per-existing bias or knowledge of how holy beasts work. And he just happened to be the only one of the group who could master Leun's very demanding dialogue tattoo. The recruiting enginesmiths, who designed Leun's systems, were the ones to train him, but Ketjan was the one to write most of the procedures for operating Leun based on feedback from the dialogue.

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Krokodilos had an amazing high-tech ventilation system that used active air pumps to keep it circulating. But exactly like the second reply says, it broke down frequently. And because of how it worked, the interior of croc had to be air-tight so that the pumps could work efficiently. And, of course, if it broke down, and it was air tight on the inside, it instantly became a more dangerous deathtrap than your average passively ventilated beast.

There were valves that could be opened in an emergency but these were only added after the first Incident. The pumps would break down from the fabric seals degrading, lose efficacy, and then the parts furthest from the pumps would suddenly not get enough air anymore because air couldn't be moved such a distance with faulty pumps. The reason his enginesmiths want him to be re-commissioned is because the only barrier was the material used for the seals, and they believe they can innovate some new materials or try something different and have it work. They were even thinking of trying natural rubber, which would have worked perfectly, but they never got approval for it.

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ENHA BF HABITS !

↳ stuff the enhypen members do regularly as your boyfriend <3

en- masterlist. | main masterlist.

― heeseung !

touching you with cold hands

↳ whether it's going in for a hug, or holding your hand, he loves the way you squeal when you feel his chilly hands against your warm skin. his favourite way to surprise you with it though; is when he surprises you from behind, sneaking his hands under your shirt and placing them on your bare waist, making you squeak out in surprise. you never tell him to stop only because you love how he smiles afterwards.

― jay !

moving you by the waist

↳ sidewalk rule; he'll gently grab you by the waist and move you to the inside of the sidewalk. or when you're cooking with oil and moves you out the way by grabbing onto your waist and telling you to cook with a splash-guard next time despite your whines that you were fine. his personal favourite is when you're walking by while he's sitting down and he grabs you suddenly and pulls you on his lap, his hands never leaving your waist.

― jake !

keeps one flower from a bouquet to know when to get you another

↳ jake is probably a hopeless romantic honestly. whenever he gets you flowers, he'll take one and put it in a vase with water so he can know when to get you a new bouquet. once he sees the flower starting to wither, he'll head back to your favourite floral shop and buy you a new bouquet <3

― sunghoon !

moving your head to rest on his shoulder

↳ whenever you guys are sitting next to each other he will just move your head to rest on his shoulder, even if you aren't tired. like you can just be on your phone and he'll move your head to rest on his shoulder and when you look up at him with a questioning look, he'll give you his pretty little smile so you can't help but comply. he absolutely loves when you guys are watching a movie or video together on his phone and he moves your head on his shoulder and he rests his head on yours.

― sunoo !

bumping into you when walking

↳ sounds annoying but it's sunoo, ofc it's endearing. this boy purposely walks sideways to bump into you constantly just to tease you. he loves having you around, even more, when you're close. he'd always want your attention and to be touching you. it certainly catches your attention and when you tease him about it this mf is so smug and admits to it. let's just say you were the one blushing even though you initiated the teasing.

― jungwon !

floods your camera roll w/ pictures and videos

↳ steals your phone and opens the camera app without you noticing. not that you're complaining, his selfies are the cutest. your favourites though are the videos he takes. he will always say something reassuring and gives you reminders for you to take care of yourself. when he finds them in your favourites, it's always endless teasing that you kept them. his personal favourite thing to do is to steal your phone when you aren't looking and take pictures of you. he always ends up sending those photos to himself for him to keep but you will never know that hehe.

― niki !

comparing you to cute and funny animal pictures

↳ whenever you make a face at him he will always have an animal picture saved that he says reminds him of you. he'll show you in-person and through text and you see it as the most endearing thing. you (lovingly) hate it when he compares you to the funny-looking ones though, it just means extra teasing and poking fun at you. it's cute when he shows you a picture of a shiny-eyed fluffy cat though, his smile when he holds the picture up next to your face to prove his point always brightens your day.