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Day VII

It wasn't long before the humans died off and the machines built by them were the only survivors left. The robots and AI developed over a few centuries to recycle the accumulated trash, thus making them effectively immortal. The Earth cooled by a few degrees as the only water was in the atmosphere, keeping the ground usable for plants.

The seeds in the ground and those that blew around became saturated with radiation that escaped from decrepit power plants and silos and storage facilities. Mutations were catalyzed and metal and plastic started to grow out of the ground.

One of many big companies, Trash, Recycling, and IgnitioN Services by Electric and Gas-GuzzlerS, TRaINS by EGGS mass produced trash compaction robots, among others. These, like the rest, grouped up like families, like clans. It was almost human.

Boolean lifted a pile of scrap before turning it into a cube. Then he heard the telltale whistle of something flying through the air at high speed. He took the brunt of it and rolled it to the ground. He absorbed the scrap, bulking himself up, then went to investigate what had launched the projectile.

What he saw after a few minutes was the opposite of what he expected: a war machine curled up, doing the robotic equivalent of human crying. She lifted her head as he drew closer.

"何が欲しいですか?"

Boolean cocked his head in confusion. He recognized the language, but not what it meant.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?"

Not even the slightest clue.

"¿Qué deseas?"

So close yet so far away. So he went with the one he knew. "英語を話します?"

She snickered at that, then, in a much less irritated growl, said, "What do you want?"

"Oh, uh.... I just wondered if you throwing that crane at me was on purpose? Looking at you now, though, it doesn't seem like it." Now that he wasn't trying to process language or body language, he saw her factory silver plating which was covered in dust and rust flakes. She got up and some of the debris fell off of her.

"Sorry about that. Just alone and sad. I was sent here to find life, but aside from some weird molds and viruses, and you, I've found nothing."

"Well, if you're looking for humans or mammals you won't find any. They're all dead and gone. There aren't even any remains. But if you're looking at plant life, everything here came from carbon-based, photosynthesizing flora. Centuries back, but the DNA's still there, if you know where to look." He plucked a leaf from the ground. The rubber peeled apart easily when he opened it up.

"This is the most natural, well, most pre-apocalyptic, plant that grows now. One of the few carbon-based life forms here anymore." The silver robot looked at it, hunching to see and be less imposing. She analyzed it and, sure enough, nothing but hydrocarbons.

"Wait, what's your name? I'm Boolean."

"Evelyn."

𝐀𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭

written after, as distinguished from subscript

Demons Dialogue

"Have you ever thought about selling your soul? It's beautiful."

"I'm a demon. I'm bad and evil and cunning, and looking oh so good while doing it."

"Don't ask me if it hurt when I feel from heaven. It did and I will never forgive him for that."

"Urgh, your soul is so pure, I want to corrupt it."

"Demonslayer? What a fun little name for a mortal being shaking in their boots right now."

"I don't want what's best for humanity. I want what's best for me, and sometimes those things are the same. Doesn't mean I'm good."

"You know those crosses just work on vampires, right?"

"Ouch! Why the hell would you put holy water in a water gun? That's rude!"

"Seriously, have you ever actually read the bible?"

"The bad side isn't that bad. We are our own boss here."

"I'm your emotional support demon. Having difficulties making decisions? I'm always there to steer you in the wrong direction."

"Of course I still have wings. And I'm taking good care of them, so don't even think about touching them with your dirty little fingers."

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

decided to put these in a bit of a chronological order as i can’t help but form a story behind the scenes. it’s a storyteller’s habit. and yeah i do have an idea i would genuinely like to explore with gail simone as a crossover comic. 

i don’t want to be the writer for this. but at the same time i always found diving into these things and exploring the character chemistry was the best way to get an artistic feeling for it.

this is also how i usually develop my own stories.

anyhow, while many think this is me drawing some shipping, in fact this a proof of concept for an adventure story  featuring lara and diana. Gail simone at some point asked if they would kiss and i gave it some genuine thought. i am a character first kind of a writer, myself, so i contemplated this. then i decided, yes, probably.

after all, romantic subplots have been the bread and butter of adventure writing since its inception and i always liked that aspect of adventure stories.

 i hope this puts some things in context from my end XD

and while there will probably be a few more of these, there will be no nsfw pics. after all, camera pans away from indiana jones in those moments as well  XD

okay… there may be a chance of a kiss… but that’s about it. 

Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

Guide to IPA Symbols

Vowels

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Consonants

b baby labor cab d day kid ʤ just badger fudge ð then either bathe f foe tough buff g go dagger bag h hot ahead j yes vineyard k lacquer flock skin l law hollow l̟ pedal battle final m mat hemp hammer rim n new tent tenor run n̩ button satin kitten ŋ rung hang swinger p lapse top lip speed r rope arrive s sad mist kiss ʃ shoe mission slush t mat stick late tʰ toe attack ɾ later catty riddle tʃ batch nature tʃʰ choose chin achieve θ thin ether bath v vat never cave w wet software z zoo easy buzz ʒ vision azure beige

Other Symbols

' penmanship ˌ penmanship British indicates British pronunciation variant

Source

The rumble roused you from sleep and for the first time since the torches died out you saw light. It was dim and blurry at first. You stretched your legs before standing up. By then, there was more light coming in.

You have been imprisoned for so long that you have completely lost track of time. You are not even sure whether those who imprisoned you are still alive. When finally someone came to check on you they were surprised to find you, claiming that the dungeon has been unused for centuries.

Day IV

Reinkarnation - Wrath

"Now, normally when you mortals die, the process is a lot simpler. You did good, you reincarnate or go to heaven, you did bad, you go to hell. You're a special case. All those times you reincarnated, you did good things. It was almost like a videogame run. Doin' good on all these save files, then going on a slaughter fest on this last one. I guess the Boss didn't want to risk you wiping out half of another planet, so he's got you coming here." She looked at her clipboard for a bit, glancing at you a few times.

"Do do-do do-doo~ Alright. Rare, but not unseen. This says you were good enough to pick your punishment, so I'll walk you through your options.

"First one, Lust. Most pick this option, then regret it until their mind breaks. It's always funny to watch. You pick this, you get with Evelyn. She's not like the succubi you're used to. She's a hellside succubus. Simply put, she can't be accidentally summoned. She's of a caliber that puts horny teenagers to shame. The succubi you know? Well satiated to bloating with the right one. Evelyn and her caliber? A drop in the bucket. Alas, you'll have eternity with her, so after the first few meals, she'll go easy on you.

"Second, Envy. This one is for the tech fanatics. Aside from the mandatory adjustments to keep you alive while Rebecca erases your biology and replaces it with technology, we'll be adding nothing. She'll be doing that. She hates to be behind in having anything, so with her, you'll be pampered. You'll also be frequently edited. But don't worry, she isn't one to leave you with all the scars. She's too envious of those who have something she doesn't, she even got herself a cock she doesn't use.

"Third is Sloth. Contrary to popular belief, Natalie has boundless energy. If you pick her, we'll give you the basic regeneration package. As you sleep, you regenerate. It's useful because sleeping is a lot of what you'll be doing, when her fucking you hasn't knocked you out yet.

"Fourth is Greed. Not too unlike Rebecca, the Yuan-Ti will give you all you could desire from their wealth. They are a community of mostly nagas who share wealth like it's air. Now usually they'd share outside their ring, but you, because of your circumstances, will be stuck in greed. Have fun getting everything you could ever want. You'll start with Nymona, pleasant, adoring, impulsive, and filthy rich, like everyone else there.

"Your fifth option is Valentine of Gluttony. She feeds, for lack of a better term, on positivity. That feeling just before post-nut clarity, the sharing of a first kiss, the smell of cinnamon rolls. If she can get just a little bit more outta you, she'll do just about anything. She won't stop, though. She'll keep feeding. You'll probably end up in and out of consciousness as she feeds and generates, and she'll apologize genuinely, but that won't stop the hangovers or the discomfort. The best your deal allows is no chafing or refractory.

"Sixth is Wrath. The Hellknights are a very tight knit community with an extreme hierarchy. Those you rank above own you and everything you own. Cassidy is pretty low on that totem, so while she owns quite a few Hellknights, almost everyone else owns her. Of course, the cannon fodder and foot soldiers are a bit of a  different story, what with that hierarchy putting them all at the same level and thus all owned by the 'Knights. A reminder and clarification, all who own Cassidy also own you. An impulse, loyal, strong-willed demon, she will protect you the best she can, but she can be abusive. She's also an addict, so be aware of that.

"Last is Princess Millicent. The fuckin' Royal Bitch herself. From what I've been told, she has a heart, and if you're around her enough, you can start to see it, but she is a god-damned royal fuckin' pain to deal with. If you can keep her happy with you, the Boss'll let you roam free. For all intents and purposes, you pick this bitch, you're above everybody except her thousands of older siblings and the Boss himself. Pretty sweet deal if you can get over her bitchiness.

"So, which are you picking?"