FluffiestTail

Series of drawings of cyborg with mostly mechanical bodies and human heads, equipped with various pieces of plating and synthetic chest plates resembling female human chests.

Thinking about synthetic flesh and exposed mechanicals tonight...

lowpoly Kione sketch idk its 5am

The meme with the guy watching an other girl than his girlfriend, but the thing that interested him is the customer support of Paypal Visa stripe and mastercard to complant about their policy.

Don't stop complaining ! @voiddebris.bsky.social
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I'm just gonna link some for if anyone wants a concise summary of what makes Kallie tick. these stories (and others) are to me what classical Greek statues are to twitter weirdos

mcstories.com/Bond/index.h...
mcstories.com/Falconry/ind...
mcstories.com/LegacyTrilby...
mcstories.com/WateringHole...

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... you know, like that?

When you're naked and prostrating before me, I offer you a polite smile. Ex-wife, new slave. That's a reasonable trade. Right?

I ask for my cappuccino, and you hand it to me as an offering to your new Goddess.

Well...
I find the terms of our renegotiations agreeable. I sign my name, the date, and set the papers down. There. A painless divorce for both of us.

You get down on your knees, as per p.12 subsection 39's note, with your head turned low and start to strip.

... asking for a 10% cut of your former worth provided to that... quack therapist to help compensate her for the time spent infiltrating and trancing your lawyer's office.

Well, I mean, that's a reasonable expense. You look so red in the face with fury you might explode, but...

You, meanwhile, look ready to erupt. In fury, in fear, I don't quite know. It's causing quite a scene. People are staring, won't you calm down? You agreed to this, pre-signed and all!

Right near the end, I find the catch. That one little hook I was supposed to skip. Of course, a gotcha clause.

That isn't what that said! You panic, desperately trying to understand what's happening. I'm less confused, more... slightly perplexed, but the terms all seem agreeable. Albeit a bit strangely worded at times, and redundant. It's not an issue. By the time I reach the last page I'm ready to sign.

This can't be true. This isn't what was drafted. There was a clause on the next page about alimony payments, if I just look it'll prove it.

But I turn the page and... huh. There is. A specific form for if I decide to marry you out, I'll receive alimony payments from your new spouse?

You demand to see what I'm talking about, but it's right there. And as I flip deeper and deeper, it just seems like more and more protections in place to ensure nothing will circumvent this. In sickness and health, under duress, during acts of God, etcetera.

You start to look pale.

I flip deeper, reading as quickly as I can. The jargon is thick, but I get the gist. I recant for you the basics of what I'm reading: you, the defendant, will submit in your entirety through body, soul, mind, and dignity while entrusting personhood and all former belongings.

Well that's not right.

The only way to save our relationship was to enslave the other to their will. I furrow my brow a little, but seeing as how you agree with it, I go along. Maybe it's slipped your mind that I was the one who initiated the divorce.

Shouldn't matter that much, really. And I tell you as such.

"... per the terms outlined thereafter, the plaintiff is to receive the defendant's court, estate, and mind upon mutual agreement and signature. Furthermore..."

You look unsurprised. Yes, you tell me, this was what we were discussing after that quack.

You tell me to stuff it, good terms died when I asked we visit that quack. Reluctantly, I agree. They were *very* insistent.

I make it three pages deep before reaching something that makes me pause. I turn it around to show you and tap a line on the document.

When you return to me, I'm nose-deep in the pages, poring over the contents. You put down a cappuccino and a cup of water with my credit card on it. The water is for me. I give you a look, but technically, I did only ask for *a* drink.

That's not exactly conducive to parting on good terms, I tease.

It's a lot of papers, I tell you, and to my credit it is. Legalese takes a while to go through. I ask you politely if you could grab me a drink while I start, I even offer to pay, and you accept that. I even add that you can get something for yourself.

You settle down at a coffee shop, papers in hand and a stern look on your face. This has been a long and messy divorce, we've tried everything to make it work, but after couples therapy truly fell through it was time to pull the trigger.
You tell me it's formalized and ready, I just need to read it.

Maybe I need to stop focusing on trance when I'm writing hypno and focus on resisting reality itself arguing against perception?
Here, let me make an example in this thread.

After getting turned on to Trillby Else, I am left with an incredibly potent question in my mind.

What *happened* on December 15, 2012?
A large amount of the stories got an update that day, and they were never heard from again.

I cannot write hypnosis I am just so incapable of doing it well but HOLY FFGFFFFFFFFGGGGGFGFGFFFUCK

This was what finally pushed me over the edge into reading it and I think I'm as brainless about the result as you are.

I love writing Stop Staring. Don't ever think that my brain isn't constantly thinking about my Hounds. But man, I need to rest my hands.

People like me, I'm just unpopular. I have to remember.

You are very welcome!

My goal is to hug all my friends in person

I used to have healthier coping mechanisms than posting into the void.

I fall directly back into the same trap I always do with a "yell into the void" social media site.

Gonna try to reduce my usage of bluesky again. Try to force my brain back into accepting it as being a "wait 12 hours and there'll be new things to see" instead of a "check every 10 minutes" thing.