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Gaze upon these fields, for here is where I sow my fucks. However, as you can see they are barren.

It’s more satisfying to destroy him emotionally anyway. And I have THOSE already locked and loaded.

I told my father that I am leaving the state in less than a week. He was less than pleased of course. He said all of the things that I knew he would, not surprisingly all the same things that already keep me awake at night. Thank you and mom for making me into a paranoid shut-in by the way. He was really emotional which is always creepy for me. He wanted to get me alone to “talk” which I shot down everytime he brought it up. I don’t need another screaming match with a former cop thanks. I don’t particularly like having to work out how I’d take down my own father. But if he got in my face again I’d probably snap and I know which shoulder is the bionic one and that’s the first place I’d go. It’s just been a rough day.

Some work doodles.
I managed to find the one spot in the lunch room where it is physically impossible for someone to sit next to me.
I probably spend about an hour or so just hiding in the bathroom trying to get my head back into order.
I’m really glad I’m leaving this job soon.

your FFTA2 blogging is really making me want to play this game tbh, evenly split between "cool tactics game" and "cool character designs"

ohnoproblems:

there’s a few obnoxious missions and the plot is p dang bad (“looks like the free market is in trouble!” - an actual line from an actual [side] mission in this game) but it’s still really fun and the art is GORGEOUS and i love all the different wild combos you can do with your different characters

also i wanna date/be a gria

Some of the classes are kind of redundant also, but over all it’s fun to play. Lost my copy during the flight from and subsequent foreclosure of my house though so I never finished it.

AI Cafe RamblingsChapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Shatter HallChapter 1 Chapter 2

~This one is going up a little rough, I’ll come back and clean it up later I just really wanted to put something new up.~

“What tha heck is this drek?” Grumbled the hacker, vaguely indicating the exterior of the bar with an arm despite her steed being unable to see to the gesture. 

“I go away for a lil while and all a sudden this place is public hang out number one or some shite?”

The club in question was Shatter Hall, a gigantic repurposed factory converted into one of the loudest, most violent clubs in the city. It was particularly well known for having several large bay doors that opened out into the streets allowing large industrial androids and aliens of four wheeled vehicle size and greater variety to patronize the facility. It boasted one of the most varied crowds in the city as well, serving every sort of xenoform being at any one of its four bars.

A reptilian alien was attempting to direct traffic, a long scaly tail shifted with dry slithering noise as the flustered door attendant turned from patron to patron. When Nina and Dotara completely circumvented the line up to amble up to the fellow directly he let out a sharp little squeak. Following it up with admirable courage he spoke.

“P-pardon me miss and miss, but I’m going to have to ask you to-“

“Naw naw, I don’t do autographs babe. I’m p busy ya know and I dun like paper trails or any a that drek. Just step aside for my lady friend an I so we can get our club on.”
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“I…” He stammers as the massive construction droid thumps up closer, making the noticeable difference in high more distinct.

“I… I am s-sorry but your friend may n-not…” 

“So whatter you tellin’ me here? Ya serve some andies but not others?”

Dotara effortlessly loomed over the snake man and he began to make a wheezing terrified little sound. Backing away a centimeter or three he quavered. 

“Uh… n-no.. I j-just mean logistica-“ 

“What’s that?” Nina put a hand around her ear and leaned down, her android friend leaned in as well so the mostly human passenger was shoved up to the alien attending the door.

“Speak up chummer I can’t hear ya. It’s almost like ye where gonna same sumthin disparagin’ about my friend here.” 

He swallowed and slitted pupils slid this way and that to try and find a way out of the situation. 

“I… Uh…” 

“Look, be a good boy and go get Slim, tell er Chroma s’ere. Before ya wet yer…” she makes a vague motion at his lack of pants. “Yer whatever.”

Miserably, clutching the clipboard tight to his front, the snake like alien whimpered in response. 

“Ah… actually I’m a seen…” 

“Yeh. Pff a’ight, Seen, get outta my face befo-“

Dotara made an abrupt movement with two of her left legs and Nina half topped to the side.
It is not a name.

The android sent to her rider, righting herself so that the woman could rearrange herself. On Dotara’s prompting the hacker slipped for a moment or two into grilling the net for data. Data regarding the reptilian species known as the Sataven’s gender analysis and sociocultural basics committed to her memory somewhere near at hand almost immediately. She chose a casual term of endearment from the possible pronouns available before scowling. 

“Yeh. Sorry bout that. Feckin. Lemme see. Where was I? Shite.”

“You were b-berating me for doing m-my job I think…” 

“Ah yeh! Okay, well, look be’a good little sen and get Slim. A’aight?”

The reptilian alien blushed slightly about the lips and snout before quickly slithering away grateful for the opportunity to get away from a situation rapidly spiraling out of hand.

In the busy silence of the street Dotara mused quietly. 

“Teasing the poor creature?”

“Yeh. E’s p cute actually. Dun wanna make em cry or sumthin.”

Dotara wheezed, tilted about to survey the crowd gathered around the entrance of the club. 

“Seems a little cruel to put someone like that infront of a crowd.”

“Yeh. Slim always liked seein pretty things cry I think.”

“So it would seem.”

“Wha’s tha world comin’ to amirite? No appreciation for tha classics.” She patted Dotara’s back fondly who rumbled in response. 

“You say the sweetest things when I ferry you around the city.”

As Nina began cackling cheerfully the Sataven returns, warily slithering behind another figure. Slim, as it turned out, was a tall woman with a short bob cut of inky black hair. Glowing purple irises dotted solid black eyes, surrounded by shades of dark makeup. She was wearing a set of business looking grey slacks and a button down white shirt both with the look of high quality, low flashiness. Notably however the shirt was cut off just where the sternum ended, which may have been a fetchingly naughty thing on anyone else. Showing off the flesh of the midsection and stomach with a brash sort of pride. 

In Slim’s case, it was to show her utter lack of any such thing. Only trailing wires and pipes crisscrossed the empty space where flesh and organs ought to have been. The major feature of that thicket of artificial viscera was a thick mechanical spinal column lined with glowing purple lights to match her eyes.  She walked with purpose, the naked spine making the sway of her hips both hypnotic and grotesque. 

“Ah. Chroma.” She had an echoing, modulated voice that sounded more resigned than pleased. 

“Slim!” Nina threw her arms open wide as though to hug the woman, though she did not get down from Dotara’s back. 

“Hey girl how ya doin’ oh feck look at you all stylish n’all that drek.” 

Slim’s right eye twitched at the corner. “Ah. Gods. It really is you, I’ve never met a Terran that butchered her own language quite like you.”

“Yeh.” Nina grinned in response. “Dotty n’I wanna go in and get tore up, what’s with yer snake eh…” She squinted working out the word before her face snapped back to its previous expression. 

“Yer snake man, Ee’s giving us the run around.” She winked at the nervously shivering door keeper. “So ta speak eh? Legs right? Eh?” 

He blanched, unsure of whether to laugh or cringe. 

Tapping one dramatically heeled foot on the ground Slim stared at Nina. In response the humanish woman waggled her eyebrows. Slim sighed, putting her thumb and forefingers on her temples. 

“You know what? Yes. Sure, why not. Go right in. Hells, you might do might even do me a favor just being you.” 

Nina wooped and gave Dotara’s back a slap. 

“A’aight girl let’s get in there. Thanks Slim I’ll play nice or whateva, no worries.” Slim shook her head and turned to the door man speaking in a low, fast whisper. He nodded, eyes wide and occasionally flicking to watch the two ladies enter the bar. 

“What do you think she meant by that?” Dotara mused, Nina shrugged in response. Though, the question may have been drowned out by the booming music of the interior. 

As one enters the initial waiting room immediately opens up to monumentally open space. The middle of the building had been left with its high ceiling while all around the walls in graduated tiers were cat walks and floors with lounges and private rooms. Somewhere far above lights of every neon colour flashed and moved bathing different parts of the dimly lit space in random kaleidoscopic colour. It was so big that there were four different bar counters set up at the four cardinal points of warehouse floor. 

The huge spider bot made her way to the one that catered to larger patrons where the tables were father apart and the company a bit more aware of their own size relative to other patrons. Nina continued to ride, waving at the occasional xenomorph or wildly modified human that would raise a hand to shake their drink in her direction. The occasional strobe of a black light would paint the hacker in even more bizarre patterns as ultraviolet tattoos glowed across her pale skin.

A voice piped up from one side and Nina glanced down at its general vicinity. It was the snake boy again, bereft of his clipboard; he appeared to not know what to do with his hands and alternated between wringing them and holding them at his scaly sides. 

“Uh, miss?”

“Yeh?”

“Sli- I mean Madam Tinnella wanted me to inform you th-that we have a… a rule about patrons riding one another…” He trailed off as both of the ladies turned to face him. 

“Oh yeh? Naw naw, dun worry about it. Dotty n’me are tight plus ma hooves are way too pretty to go rubbing and grinding on that stank floor there. N’offense but ya kno sweat n’shite.” 

“I assure you we-“

“Look, chummer, I said no and if ya keep askin me I’m just gonna start sayin it louder until it gets thru ta ye.” 

“Miss-“

“No.”

“Please-“

“NOOOOoooo”

“I’m sorry.” Dotara rears her front up a little, making Nina hook her arms into some of the androids head wiring to stay on.

“Excuse my companion, she is trying to save me the embarrassment of admitting to an unfortunate design flaw. You see if I don’t have a foul mouthed hacker sitting on me at all times I suddenly break out in a rare programming error called, “I will sit on you until you make better life choices”. 

He got the hint and laughed, it sounded a little more hysterical than mirthful. 

“Ha HA yes very good AHAHA okay well please enjoy your evening.” And he darted away into the crowd. 

Music throbbed in the air, more something to be felt than heard and Dotara noted a shudder from the woman riding above. The lizard legged woman sighed contentedly until her attention was taken up by the bar they approached. 

The bartender looked up as they came, having just finished serving several shots of fizzing liquid to a pair of brightly coloured slug like creatures. Her head was off putting, being almost completely humanoid in all but the lack of ears, the place where they should have been hidden under ringlets of thing curly hair. Despite the makeup made to hide it, the wear of exhaustion showed around the six bright green eyes of the bartender.

The alien trilled a joyful humming song upon spotting Nina. She shifted about on four dainty insectoid legs, two sets of arms lining a vaguely humanoid torso. Trailing bell sleeves hung from too thin arms, each arm ending in a three fingered hand one of which waved the ubiquitous counter-rubbing-cloth of all bartenders in the air.

“Ay! Lookit this! Chroma’s back in town!” Her voice was buzzy and high even as she calmed it somewhat to add very politely. “And Dee double one, you haven’t been around in a while either sweets. I was starting to worry the door boy was giving you a hard time or something and turning you away at the front!” 

“No, I have simply been busy.” 

“Yeh, when I’m not around she gets all mopey like a real shut in. How are ya Diz?” Dotara rolled the high joints of her legs in a wave, Nina’s head lolled with the motion drunkenly. 

 Diz made her buzzing little laugh, arms reaching behind her for a particular bottle. “The usual?” 

“Yeh.” Nina paused then peered down at Dotara. 

“Ye wanna zipper? I’ll getcha a zipper.” She flashed out a thin work credit card from somewhere on her person. 

“Perhaps I do not want a zipper.” Intoned the android, shifting to tuck her legs under her and settle down on the floor. 

“Whaa? Oh come ooooon… I dun wanna get all wrecked by myself. You’d jus tease me all night n’shit.” 

“Yes. Well. I will likely do that regardless.”

“SOOoo’s that a yes?”

“Well. It has been awhile. Yes I suppose so.”

“YEH, one zipper for my friend, Diz.” 

The insectoid barkeep frowned and shrugged one of her many shoulders. 

“Sorry Dee dubs, management has been changing stuff up and we don’t have the really whizzer stuff anymore. Just some pretty low impact mood shifters.”

Nina waved a hand dismissively. “Tha’s alright, she’s a pretty light weight anyway I dun wanna have to carry ‘er home.”

There was a whoopling chirping laugh from the android. After a minute or two Diz rounded back to them and placed a glass on the bar, then she leaned over the counter to hand off a metallic peg no more than four inches long. Nina crawled over Dotara’s back and bowed herself down to pluck the device from Diz’s dainty hands. 

“Thaaaank ya, I got it.” 

One of her black taloned hands swept through the Mohawk to fiddle with the case of her head jack withdrawing a tiny black cylinder. She plugged the ‘zipper’ into the cylinder and hummed thoughtfully. It had the air of someone taking the first drag of a new and interesting substance to test for lethality. Whatever the hacker was looking for apparently checked out and she nodded, unplugging the two devices from each other. 

“It’s clean, here lemme get it for ya.” 

Once more she leaned forward, using one hand to part the wires and boxy components of Dotara’s head, and then using her other to carefully plug the zipper into one of her various ports. 

“Ya ready?”

The massive construction android swiveled several lenses about the interior of the room idly. 

“Yes.”

“Tight”, the hacker grinned and gave the opposite end of the zipper a little pinch. It split under her hand at the tip and slowly continued to the motion of separating at the middle. Every once and awhile giving a little electrical pop of a sound. 

 Dotara made a warbling hum that may have been a sigh had she owned a set of lungs. 

“Yeeehh, there we go. S’alright? All in order, nothin’ weird right? I mean, weirder then it’s supposed ta be.”

Another melodic chime came in response before she responded, voice slightly less distinguishable in the modulated static. 

“Yes. I’d forgotten how colourful it was.” 

“Yeh, tight, a’aight lemme see about catching up.”

Nina collected her glass from the counter and put the contents away in one swig. She shivered and coughed once, rubbing the heel of one hand at the corner of her eye.  Then, she held the glass out to Diz again with a manic smile.

“Eh?”

Several tens of minutes passed in this way until Nina suddenly sat up straight from where she’d been lazily reclining atop her companion and called Diz over again. 

“Aye! Ay Diz, check it, ya know ya like deeeeeze scaaaars.”

She took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to her too numerous ribs, showing more unevenly pink skin about her belly and side. There was a white scar running parallel to her lowest rib and another slashing down from her belly to her hip. The second cut a swath through the line of white fur that led down from her navel to disappear under her belt.  Both thin and white, likely happening around the same time. 

Diz made a pleased guttural noise, leaning over the bar to see. “Aw tight! That’s awesome! Here lemme set you up another to celebrate.” 

Nina let out a whoop and covered up her midsection again.

Lifting the glass up to the scaly woman Diz chatters. 

“Hey, how long are ya staying? I wanna dust off my guitar it’s been fer’ever girl.” 

“Aw slag.” Nina accepts the glass but scowls slightly. “Sorry Diz I ain’t stayin long.”

A set of antennae on Diz’s forehead drooped in disappointment. “Aw… A’aigh I parse it. Lemme know if you girls need anything else.” She nods and turns to move on to other patrons.

“Hang on ta this”, Nina flicks the work credit card down where it is caught off hand by Diz. “I ain’t leaving till I float outa here.” 

The insectoid bartender laughed her little song and went on to settle up a tab with a particularly sleepy bar fly. 

Dotara wheezed out quietly. “Not staying long..?” 

“Don’t worry about it Dotty, jus stay tight and have fun.

In response the android swayed side to side, emitting a singsong of beeps in the same melody as Diz’s laugh. Nina leaned over to check the zipper and made a scoffing sound.

“Aw half-done already? These are p shite, sorry Dotty.”

“It’s fine, it is very pleasantly subtle.” 

“Ey, Dotty, don’t look but there’s a buncha slag licking Threshers right over there.”

Nina, very conspicuously stared at the patrons in question, sipping her drink as she squinted gravely. It hadn’t been so much a whisper as controlled yelling. 

Threshers, God’s hit squad.  That’s God with a big G unless you want to get your skull cracked open. The four of them were covered in thick black leather coats dotted in chrome spikes. Backs of their jackets were emblazoned in a hugely ostentatious symbol of their gang: a vertical standing scythe, crossed in the middle by its two handles, backed by a huge golden circle. From shoulder to shoulder were the words, “slay thy neighbor” written in incongruously fanciful script. 

Each of them had a length of chain winding around their waists attached to a heavy leather book, the same symbol carved on its cover. Three of bulky gangers were men, as denoted by the mars symbol carved into the leather. One was female with corresponding venus symbols and a bust that strained at the tight material of her jacket. They all had scars about the face and ragged looking knuckles popped in their clenched fists. 

“Do ye see em?”

“No, you said not to look.” 

Nina clicked her tongue, swatting at one of the tall leg joints. 

“Psh, I say stupid shite all tha time an now ya feel like listenin’? Feck it.”

Upon saying it Dotara was abruptly mentally prompted to open up a channel of data exchange with the hacker that rode on her back. Without reservation she connected and Nina’s visual of the bar’s interior began to stream directly into her cortex. Along with a little pink arrow pointing at each of the gangers’ heads blinking the words, “bunch of feckin squarehead Threshers” floating over them for the android’s benefit.

“Are they past the angry, blobby leather things?” 

Nina sorted audibly as the gang exchanged meaningfully nasty looks with each other. 

“There must be at least eight of them.”

“Four actually”, Nina corrected her.

“Ah, then I suspect they are not actually angry blobs of leather then also?”

“Naw, that’s totes accurate.”

The leader, or so Nina assumed considering he had the most cro-magnon forehead, spoke up without looking in their direction. His voice came out gravely in that style of trying too hard to sound tough sort of voice that posers often employ. 

“Tell yer box to cut its feckin chatter. Real people are trying to have a conversation over here.”

His fellows snickered and smirked as though he was the epitome of wit. 

The hacker looked aghast, putting a hand between her to the crotch of her pants. 

“Jeez! Ey chummer yer gunna get her all upset!” 

She curls her back to croon in the general direction of her waistband as the ganger’s face began to redden. 

“S’alright pretty, he didn’t mean it.” Nina looks up, giving him a severe look. 

“A’aight, now how about ye kiss and make up?” She shifts her thighs around her hand in a perverse shimmying movement.

He sputters, standing so quickly his chair kicked out from under him as he yelled to Diz. “Ey. Bartender, get this freak out of here, I thought there were laws about bringing animals in here!” 

Nina tosses down her glass to the bar where Diz nimbly catches it, giving her a conspiratorial nod of the head. She then turns back to the Threshers, a wide grin showing all of her pointed little teeth. 

She lifts two fingers in a V shape over her lips and mimed licking her forked tongue between them all while continuing that rolling hip motion.

Her voice positively brimming with enthusiasm,

“Eat me square head.” 

Then the music began.

AI Cafe Ramblings
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Shatter Hall
Chapter 1 Chapter 2

~This one is going up a little rough, I’ll come back and clean it up later I just really wanted to put something new up.~

“What tha heck is this drek?” Grumbled the hacker, vaguely indicating the exterior of the bar with an arm despite her steed being unable to see to the gesture.

“I go away for a lil while and all a sudden this place is public hang out number one or some shite?”

The club in question was Shatter Hall, a gigantic repurposed factory converted into one of the loudest, most violent clubs in the city. It was particularly well known for having several large bay doors that opened out into the streets allowing large industrial androids and aliens of four wheeled vehicle size and greater variety to patronize the facility. It boasted one of the most varied crowds in the city as well, serving every sort of xenoform being at any one of its four bars.

A reptilian alien was attempting to direct traffic, a long scaly tail shifted with dry slithering noise as the flustered door attendant turned from patron to patron. When Nina and Dotara completely circumvented the line up to amble up to the fellow directly he let out a sharp little squeak. Following it up with admirable courage he spoke.

“P-pardon me miss and miss, but I’m going to have to ask you to-“

“Naw naw, I don’t do autographs babe. I’m p busy ya know and I dun like paper trails or any a that drek. Just step aside for my lady friend an I so we can get our club on.”

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tortuefleur:

If I had to make a list of things I really want to do before I die, one of them is play dnd with Robin Williams.

Welp.
Damn.

I shall bristle with lustful purpose!
If nothing else were to come of having a blog this, at least, was worthwhile.
When they’re babies, people will come up and say to you ‘Are they a boy or a girl?’ when the kid’s in the pram and you can’t tell. And immediately when you tell them which gender it is they will behave differently according to what you tell them. It got to the point where we didn’t want people to know what gender the baby was. Just treat it as you’d treat someone you wanted to be nice to! Why is it so important to you to know? And then you hear people saying ‘Oh, look at him, he’s a little flirt isn’t he’, or ‘Oooh, she’s gonna wrap you around her little finger’ and all this. What are you on about? She’s two months old, she’s just shat herself.
Alan Davies completely and utterly demolishing gender roles (via vanillanice)