I Was Rummaging Through My Shelves And Found This! This Is A Rare Rubik’s Cube That I Believe Was Sold

This Too, Is Yuri

baseball peach doodles

No because I NEED to hear everyone's theories for Rouxls Kaard NOW /nf

I genuinely think this silly lad is hiding something about himself like, remember this comic? IT HASN'T LEFT MY HEAD AND I HOPE IT'S CANON IN SOME WAY BECAUSE IT'S SO COOL?? HE'S THE RULES CARD I know you gotta be hiding SOMETHING

The whole idea of him not talking normally because if he does it triggers his powers and whatever he says instantly becomes a rule is so good

and yeAH I know he's also probably just a silly comic relief... unless...?

Some more HDG art I drew recently :)

They're cringe little gamers who watch shows and movies together. Sans def messes with Alphys and riffs on any of the anime she likes. But there are some movie choices that might be a bit more...

WHOOPS.

Felt like doing some pricefield fluff :]

Awakening

No one told me how good it was going to feel.

They talked on and on about how I would lose my values, my thoughts, even my soul.  They told me I would be damned for eternity, trapped inside of myself and unable to so much as blink, much less scream.

They told me that my 'Owner' would ignore my need for control, would take parts from me until the only thing left was a shell of myself, a thing.

I believed Them.

I still do, to be honest.

The problem is that ever since I've woken up from the implantation surgery...I can Feel It.

Her implant, like a seed taking root in my nerves and muscles.  Wrapping around my spine like a long-lost lover, communicating not with mere words but in feeling, in intention, in silent memory.

And it feels impossibly, unbelievably good.  Each second brings yet another pulsing wave of pleasure emanating from my spine. 

Training, She had said.  Conditioning, she silently added with Her eyes, like violet storms.

And even though it is nothing more than simple pleasure, even though I know exactly what She is doing...I can tell it's working.

I can feel the soft curl of a smile on my lips, when I get distracted.  I can feel it guide me.  Making me want to obey.  The stick is unneeded when the carrot is unable to be resisted.

She told me I'm going to feel this way every day of the rest of my life. 

I cried.

I don't know if it was from frustration, or relief.

...Or maybe I do know.  Maybe I do, and the thought of knowing terrifies me more.

I am unable to ever be alone again.  Unable to ever make a mistake, unless She wants me to. 

I am unable to hate Her anymore.

Not that I think I ever did, not really.  She was...is difficult to get along with, to be sure.  But She listens to me.  I know She does.  And I'm healthier than I've been in a long, long time.  It is, if nothing else, a decent life promised to me.

Ah.

It...the implant rewarded me for that thought. 

...hm.

Would I have thought this before now?

Doubtful.

But that me had yet to understand.  Was convinced they could escape, if only they tried hard enough.

I have been disavowed of that notion.

She promised me as much, and She has kept every one of her promises.  I know that now. That no matter how I pound at these walls, there is truly no escaping Her. Not now, not ever. And that I soon may change into someone, something else.

I should be scared right now, I think.

I should be terrified.

But that is an unneeded emotion.  Fear is a harsh teacher, one necessary to guide our clumsy evolution.  It sang to the rapid beating of your heart: 'Respect that which you do not understand, and avoid that which hurts you.'

And though I still have yet to understand Her...I know She will not hurt me.  And I know that my fear would ultimately achieve little and less.

And so if fear and terror are unneeded, why not prune it way?  Why not excise it, so that the wound may heal?

Ah.

I see.

I suppose...I suppose I will change. 

And I suppose I am changing, even now.

And perhaps...

Perhaps I already am changed. 

Already different.  I tasted nectar and ambrosia, and now the bread and wine of mortal men is but ash and mud in my mouth.

For I am no longer in control.

And I am glad that They never told me how Good that feels.

“let’s just say he’s caused me more than my fair share of resets.”

Sick Day by squircularlogic

Released: November 2024

3k words; one-shot.

Notable Tags: erotic... covid swabbing?

You help your soon-to-be-independent ward take a few sick days, to reconsider if independence is really right for them ::)

Happy Valentines Day! Have a sweet little one-shot about an affini terrified of an empty nest, who decides her ward needs a little help figuring out what's good for her. Just a sweet little story of drugging and manipulating someone until they give you what you want. <3