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My BFF Chloe drew me as a human tech who works on robot girls, not domming them or anything, just helping and supporting them? (with herself as the robot girl of course) She's no good at coding but can hack the hardware well enough, and always knows just what to say to help someone feel better. And I'm. I'm so frickin stoked. I love this idea so much. Please look at these amazing fucking doodles. She does other stuff at

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Also since being down with the fediverse I can't do "centralized social media" anymore.

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movie nonsense 

So I'm watching Tenet, and my brother told me it was a mindbending brainfuck of time reversal nonsense.

Trouble is, I read Homestuck. Sooooooo yeah no everything's making perfect sense so far.

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stolen from Twitter: which HTTP 400-level code describes your sex life?

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re: gay 

update: she has kissed me a number of times since then :blobmeltsoblove:

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She flopped down on the bed, despairing.

"Nothing looks goooood… what the hell am I going to wear?"

"Mistress, with all respect, the time to worry about your wardrobe for this party was two months ago," her sub said, as she re-hung an armful of rejected jackets in the closet.

"I didn't know it was happening two months ago!"

"And the *best* time was two years ago."

She rolled over to eye her sub.

"Pet, we weren't even dating two years ago, let alone," she waved an arm at their bedroom, the prints of women artfully bound and kneeling, the row of hooks holding riding crops and bits of harness, "this."

"Mistress, did you have all these wonderful things ready to go the first time you brought me home?"

"Of course not! I got this stuff as we went along and figured out what we liked… oh."

"Look on the bright side, Mistress: you'll certainly be ready for the next one."

"But we're still going to *this* one," she said in a tone that made her will clear.

"Yes, Mistress," her sub said obediently, and then, "I have some ideas."


"Nope. No way."

"Please let me serve you this way, Mistress. We're nearly the same size."

"And totally different styles."

"Not an unbridgeable gap."

"Plus I'd be leaving you short."


"Don't pout. In fact, wipe that expression off your face, and kneel for me."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Better. I think you'll find this position improves your attitude. With that in mind, perhaps you'd care to recite whatever impertinence you had in mind just now." She took a crop from the wall, lifted her sub's chin with it. "Proceed."

Her sub's eyes were wide and her breathing fast, but the girl proceeded as ordered:

"Mistress, you might want to look good for this thing, even if it's not quite what you had in mind. You will enjoy yourself more if you try."

"Look, I know you've got your whole style thing figured out, and I like it, but I can't dress like an off-duty decker. It's just not *my* thing. I'm not a hundred percent sure what my thing is, yet, but it's not so much that."

"I know we're not the same person, Mistress, and I wouldn't want it that way, and I've figured for it: I have some things that may be more to your taste. This may shock you, Mistress, but I had a," she gulped, "lacy phase."

"You did *not*."

"Some might even accuse me of having been a smidge vampiric."

"I cannot *imagine* this. Who am I even dating?"

"Your loyal servant in all things, Mistress." A ritual phrase, accompanied by a low bow reinforcing her sub's obeisance.

"My loyal servant in all things." The ritual response. She felt a brief frisson of pride at how well this one had stuck.

"Please allow this servant to dress you."


Three outfits later, "Ufff. I still don't know. Honestly?"

"Yes, Mistress? Not the leather pants, then? I rather like them on you."

"No, the leather pants are fine, it's just… ugh. You've got this whole thing down and I don't. You always look *so* good, and I'm already borrowing stuff that looks better on you. I worry that, together, we're going to look like a cyberpunk hottie and the awkward goth kid she has to babysit."

She sat heavily on the bed. Her borrowed pants creaked. Her lacy top rustled. Her corset just felt weird all over. She looked into the bedroom mirror and saw an uncomfortable stranger.

"I just wanna take all this stuff off and wear black jeans and a T-shirt."

Her sub knelt at her feet and laid her head in her lap.

"Taking liberties, are we, pet?"

"Does this displease you, Mistress?"

"You know you're cute when you do this. I'll allow it. This time."

"Mistress," her sub said, looking up at her, "do you remember what you were wearing the first time we met? When Leah introduced us?"

"Not really, no. I remember it was board games and barbecue night…"

"I do. I remember you were wearing that one jean jacket with the patches, and a tank top, and ripped leggings. It looked, well, I'm sure it was comfortable, Mistress, let me put it that way. But I wasn't impressed. Then you actually started talking, and after a minute or two, I was already thinking that I wanted you to take me home and do stuff to me."

"So… my clothes are fine?"

"*No*, Mistress. Because I want *everyone* to want you to take them home and do stuff to them, without you even having to talk. That's what clothes are for. And Mistress…"


"I wouldn't outshine you. I wouldn't want to, and I won't let it happen. Think of me as your last and most impressive accessory. They will know who you are and what you can do, and so will you, because you are wearing these clothes, but most of all because *you will be holding my chain*."

She opened her mouth, and closed it as her brain caught up. Her sub was pushing her buttons, dammit, but she knew which ones to push.

"Well now. Holding your chain, hmm? Of course I'll be holding your chain. It sounds like you do know your place after all, pet."

She wound her fingers into the girl's hair.

"Yes, Mistress!"

"All right, then. I suppose it's my duty to keep a wayward thing like you in line, and I'll have to dress the part."

"Thank you, Mistress. Look, if you really hate it, we'll go home, okay…"

"*I* decide when we go home, pet."

"Seems like the outfit's already working, Mistress."

"Was that more impertinence, my servant?" she growled happily.

"I don't know, why don't you come down here and _mmph mrph_…"

They were almost late to the party. □

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me: […] but who'd have thought Jesus would come back as a sharkgirl

me: power move

ash: big titty sharkgirl who's tired of getting nailed and wants to do the nailing herself

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Super-scientific poll here, people.

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but let's flip the script. suppose i hadn't been there, or the D&I guy hadn't known i was trans, or hadn't just gone to a seminar on pronouns, or what-the-fuck-ever caused him to do this. let's also suppose that someone in the Women@Employer crowd does not use she/her pronouns.

they're still gonna get misgendered, because without the excuse of a visibly trans person to trigger a Pronoun Audit, everybody's going to assume their pronouns are she/her.

i'd propose that the real takeaway is not that "the pronoun people" are indirectly outing other trans people, or that cis allies are too "hyper-woke" for anyone's good, or whatever the shit-stirring hot twitter take is this week.

it's that policy should push this up into org culture so it's not reliant on individual judgement or whim and thus doesn't leak as much. people should request pronouns consistently, at all meetings, or not do it. everyone fills out the fields on their name badges and email signatures and chat profiles and employee directory entries, or nobody does.

the problem with this analysis, of course, is that no such org culture change happens overnight, so there are going to be awkward transitional phases, and there's no globally best option.

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re: dnd magic item 

The Pirates of Penzance has been a favourite all my life and I will never let anyone forget that this legendary song exists.

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dnd magic item 

*Catlike Treads*
These inch-thick iron soles will magically stick to the bottom of a pair of shoes or boots until deliberately removed by the wearer. While worn, the wearer rolls all stealth checks with advantage, even if they have disadvantage from heavy armour or another effect, as long as they either make as much noise as possible, or sing bombastically about how sneaky they are while performing the stealthed action. Fulfilling both of these requirements grants an additional +1 to the roll. Actively attempting to be quiet while wearing the Treads will cause all stealth rolls to automatically fail.

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once you have defeated gender you may wear its strictures as you please, not as trappings but as trophies

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i want genderswapped halo

heavily armed and armored lady soldier carrying around an ai module that projects a self-image hologram of a total beefcake dude

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I really appreciate password managers that generate secure passwords. That way I can react properly when someone flirts like a dom/top/etc

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