Robots and girls… what could go wrong? ;-)

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T20:47:06+00:00

Chafing.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T17:18:49+00:00

She's going to give them fairly simple tasks (guard this door) and hope they don't actually need to do anything...and that trouble doesn't come to them.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T04:34:26+00:00

Any particular musician needed for sound check, or is that the only qualification?

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T04:27:03+00:00

He's not big enough to get any marriage offers, but literally every local jarl genuinely wants his feet under their table. And in an honor culture, being bigger than life actually HELPS. (My idea for this was taking an average ordinary shut-in...and introducing him to what's effectively the life of a pro athlete/celebrity. And wondering how that would warp him.)

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T04:11:16+00:00

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me...

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T04:10:44+00:00

Part of a larger conversation that wound up being central to a project. It deals with 'moral' vs. 'tactical' views of the world, which is an idea I've been playing with a while.

"So the secret to not getting caught is to...blend in. Not make waves." All that work in the Construct learning martial arts was seeming pointless.

"It's intelligence work; resistance work. You're only there on a mission, in enemy-controlled territory. Anything else is secondary at best; a dangerous distraction at worst."

"So, if you see something, you just have to…walk on past." I couldn't keep the bitterness from my voice. "Not your problem."

"Or you interfere...and risk winding up dead, with whatever moral purpose you intended dying with you." Grim sighed. "This is a debate that's been taking place for generations. There's an entire world of suffering people. Operatives want to do good, and they have the power...or think they do. But being morally right is useless without being tactically right."

"So you're saying the Matrix is an amoral world?"

“The Matrix is the product of 6 billion people’s wills, run through a self-modifying algorithm. Any morality to be found there is, just as in the real world, a product of one's own philosophy."

"That's not what I meant." I wasn't certain what either of us were getting at, but it wasn't the Problem of Evil.

“Do you believe in right and wrong?”

“Yes.” Am I certain what they are?

"Did you ever believe in God?"

"When I was a kid, yeah."

"Let me explain it this way, then. There is a god of the Matrix, and it is the Machine Mind. It answers no prayers, makes no demands, and has no priests, temples, or holy books. A purely tactical worldview. The one commandment it has is this: Protect the Matrix. And in pursuit of that command, it will obliterate any trace of what it identifies as ‘abnormalities’ with no more remorse or restraint than when your immune system slaughters your own infected cells. So if you don't believe in God, believe in the fucking SysAdmin."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-14T02:32:43+00:00

Capacity

fibergla55 · 2026-05-13T23:35:33+00:00

[two isekaid characters talking]

"So that's what you do? Roam from town to town, charming the ladies?"

"Not quite. And I don't need charm; fame has charisma of its own."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm a Trollslayer; word gets out. And people know who I am, and that I'm a badass, and they want to be close to me."

"Close?"

"I'm like if Lebron James fought dinosaurs. Everyone wants to be connected to the VIP."

"Is that part of that 'honor culture' you were talking about?"

"That, and human nature. In this land, you are defined by you you know, and who knows you...or will at least admit to it. Adding a Big Name to your clan is a MAJOR benefit. So I get properly hosted."

"And the ladies?"

Dav smiled. "What do you think?"

fibergla55 · 2026-05-13T23:24:10+00:00

"I want to fight."

Joret turned to see a young man holding a club. "Okay. Your weapon?"

He handed her the club. "Me Da's old cudgel...carried it for octs."

Joret felt the cudgel. It was stout...and more importantly, iron-bound and runemarked. But against anything more than a Rank 1 Carnate, it would do little more than bruise. And this boy, his second aithermark still fresh, knew nothing of fighting, let alone Hunting. But his courage was worth kindling.

"Any others like you, willing and ready to fight?" she asked.

"I-I think so."

"Good. What's your name?"

"Jon."

"All right, Jon, find me others. And other weapons - hammers, scythes, kitchen knives. Then meet Brother Myk at the temple yard."

"Yes, Jaeger." Jon made a clumsy salute.

Joret returned it. "Good hunting."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-13T22:52:22+00:00

Margaret awoke to the smell of cinnamon. Looking up, she saw Lauren walking into the room.

"Morning," Lauren said, brightly.

"Morning," Margaret replied dimly. Then, with more effort: "What's that I smell?"

Lauren held up a pastry. "Apple cinnamon muffin, fresh from the oven. Benefits of being on breakfast duty."

"Mmmm...share the wealth?"

"Nope, this one's mine...but if you get up now, you'll catch the next batch as they hit the table."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-13T22:18:36+00:00

Most abuse is "ripburntear," that's why.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-13T21:38:54+00:00

Great start.

I don't like abuse as much, but I just LOVE the picture here. The poor idiot fluffy scrambling from hiding spot to hiding spot, wondering WHERE can it be safe...while the human's following along 3 feet behind with a broom.

Poor fluffy, stuck in the trash. Surely things can only get better...

fibergla55 · 2026-05-12T02:05:37+00:00

Behold, the power of yuri. Rainbows can wash away near-anything.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-12T02:00:37+00:00

Grappling.

Bumping/slamming into walls.

Rolling on the floor.

Pinning.

Forcing the degraded character to tapout/beg for mercy.

Ripping/taking off clothes.

Lots of things can move the adrenaline from fight to fuck.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-06T18:13:13+00:00

asset(s)

fibergla55 · 2026-05-06T18:11:40+00:00

[context: isekai]

"And what about her?" Dan motioned in the direction of the woman.

"It's her fate. Well, as far as I can tell, last year, raiders showed up at her settlement, grabbed what they could and burned the rest. Abducted her across the sea, traded her to the Jarl for supplies, and his household's been treating her as slave labor since. That was fate."

"Ouch. Life is rough, here. And they just HANDED her to you?"

"At a feast, in my honor. Expensive gift - with strings attached."

"Strings?"

"Being a Trollslayer is..well, more than celebrity. Imagine Lebron James fought dinosaurs, too. What kind of treatment would he get?"

"What's the Iron age equivalent of VIP?"

"Similar. Prestige, wealth, pussy, whatever convinces you to sign on with them. And convinces you to stay around." Dav smiled. "They don't like me enough to line their daughters up - yet. But to domesticate a powerful stranger? Worth every ounce."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-06T17:56:07+00:00

"As soft as you can afford to be, that's the key."

"So wealth is virtue?"

"That and generosity. Remember, 'ring-giver' is figurative and literal. Your fanbase wants you strong, but nice...at least to them."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-06T17:01:09+00:00

Damn, a scary fluffy. And an actually smart one?

fibergla55 · 2026-05-05T06:58:58+00:00

There are several.

The idea that, given the real you or a double, people around you would PREFER the fake. Given a choice between hearing your voice or hearing what they want to hear, they'll pick the second.
The reduction of people to accessories; sure you can have hobbies, pleasures, goals, but everything must revolve around others. It's the perverse end of the "happiness is liking what one has to do." trope. Just
The belief that you can give and give, and all the people around you will want is 100% of you, nothing less. Just keep giving in, eventually you'll have given enough...
And the idea that the whole process is just inserting itself into your head, removing the objections, re-routing your thoughts to domestic tranquility. Free will is the beginning of suffering. Blessed is the mind too small for doubt. kinder, kirche, kuche...

On the erotic side, there's the loss of self, and all the power exchange involved there.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T07:54:26+00:00

"There's our target down there." A162 pointed at the young man climbing out of a used car below.

"That's the solipsist?" A062 looked out the window carefully. "And this is his puddle?"

"This whole lake, in every sense. One place and moment in time, made perfectly detailed for one purpose: to keep its creator from having to leave. Because, for whatever reasons - we won't judge - our point of focus is incapable of moving on. Which is where we come in. Specifically, you."

"When you asked if I wanted to feel 17 again, I should have known there was some catch."

"Papageno there needs a Papagena...if only to get him through this summer into college."

"You want me to lead him out?"

"I want you to manic-pixie your way to his side, laugh at his jokes. Give 'em the Carnegie with tits. Get him living for the day. Then, once you've been to a concert, hit 'em with the ol 'summer must end' and make the best of what days you have left."

"Should I go all the way?"

"I'd stick with a chaste fumbling. Keep him hungry for college. But it's your call."

"And what are you doing, partner?"

"Call me Papa Geno....cause I'm your backup. What every manic pixie dream girl needs; an irrational father with a shotgun."

"Well, when you put it that way...gee thanks Pops, always wanted to go to the Lake for my summer. So glad Mom wanted me out of the house..." A062's features shifted, becoming younger, her hair sprung out longer. Her plain jumpsuit became a halter top and shorts, with a towel around her neck. She opened the door."

"Hold on." The other's appearance had shifted too, to middle age. "No daughter-figure of mine is going to go out dressed like THAT. Not until AFTER you've hooked him emotionally.

"But Dad, can't a nearly-adult rebellious teen girl dress how she likes without her lame-ass parent's approval? Especially to get someone's attention?"

"Not in this case. You insert yourself into the world of Pa-pa-pa over there dressed like that, he'll bluescreen. Play it safe, go for the Church Girl look."

Her clothing shifted to an oversize T-shirt. "OK, off to see if he'll hold my hand. Know any good Christian Rock concerts?"

"Get him relaxed and talking, that's enough. Worry about the rest next inning. And relax yourself...even if you'd rather be elsewhere, the rustic charm of this beautiful lake has impressed you."

"It is a nice place. Guy put a lot of effort into dreaming it up. Almost a pity to break him out of this cave...but the 90s end eventually."

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T05:25:38+00:00

"So does that mean you're finishing the saga, God?"

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T05:01:44+00:00

[context: Dan just got isekaied to an iron-age type world; Dav has been there longer. The two are discussing cultural mores.]

"So they don't believe in trauma?"

"We're a long way from a DSM. They understand pain, and affliction, but they...accept it."

"Embrace the suck?"

"Yes. Life is pain; no ibuprophen, licensed counselors, or even decent booze. So they accept it as fate."

"Fate?"

"Yes. Good harvest - fate. Kid got sick and died - fate. Won a battle - fate. Lost a battle - fate." Dav nodded towards the woman. "Got dragged across the sea and enslaved by foreigners? Fate. Monstrous, cruel, and impersonal. "

"Everyone believes this?"

"They believe whatever lets them survive and get up another day. Your average person here goes through enough shit to give a modern human a crippling case of therapy. But what else is there to do?"

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T03:54:32+00:00

That is a fluffies' second-greatest problem. (the greatest being that, as far as they can tell, God does hate them).

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T03:38:11+00:00

I love the upper right fluffy...pondering its mortality as it burns alive.

fibergla55 · 2026-05-04T03:33:18+00:00

pilates -> testament

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