Can't post a titty but I can report tens of AI porn ads on this app every single day. And when I do sometimes get a break from them, it's weird fetish shit or plague doctor touching butts instead. At this point I would actually kill for a fucking... kitchenwares ad or something. Where's the Sham-Wow when you need it?
The ads on this site are truly fuckin something else, I don't even know what half these products are but they all use AI fetish content to advertise them. Why is it fine for advertisers to post this stuff when it's banned for users?
I didn't live in Elizabeth House, but I did grow up in a different one of these towers in Leicester. The interior vibe matches the exterior pretty well, I'd say
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pretty happy with it so far. Part of my inspiration was the brief time I hung out on Reddit (I tend to bounce between websites as they're all terrible except Cyberspace) and saw the way some people in the fandom there talked about Maelstrom - I wanted to write a Maelstromer that thinks of everyone else the way those redditors talked about Maelstrom.
And so, enter Ollie: full time borgbeast, chrome junkie, violent sadist, everything chooms picture when they hear the word "Maelstrom". Not technically an OC.
This is a story about what it means to reckon with who you are, and it's part of a horror anthology I'm doing that explores Maelstrom and their place in Night City. Expect violence. Expect this shit, actually, here's the tags:
Canon-typical violence, extreme violence, gore, revenge, sexual trauma, self-harm, manipulation, batshit Maelstrom philosophy, drug use, spree killing, body horror, dove fucking, lesbian sex, medical malpractice, discussion of child sex trafficking, horror, discussion of CSAM, extortion, threats, threat of murder, actual murder, Ollie might technically qualify as a serial killer, angst, whump.
Also foul language: the narrative voice is Ollie's, and she doesn't have any hangups about saying "cunt" a lot.
Still interested? Proper synopsis under the cut.
For Ollie, the Maelstrom arrived like a cleansing storm, washing away the misery of life as a streetkid in Northside and catapulting her into a world where the first and only rule is: do whatever you want. For years, she was a borg like any other: chem-wired neurons dragging her faulty brain behind an interest in braindance that bordered on obsessive, violent scuffles with her peers to jockey for position in the gang, and lethal turf wars with their rivals. And drugs. A lot of strong, experimental drugs.
Ollie thought the nightmare was over. Childhood in the rearview, the horrible things she endured in the 'ganic world left behind with her old face. Sure, the gang was violent, but so was she. This was home, this was how it was. It was honest, far more so than a 'ganic society that commits unspeakable horrors every day then arrests you if you so much as complain too loud. So she'd never, ever go back.
Until her mentor and father figure, Ymir, was killed, and Ollie found herself haunted by his ghost. That means one thing - the ritual has started. Revenge must be taken. Ollie needs to travel south, to find her way into the world she left behind. What awaits her in the neon-soaked streets, the bright shadows and pretty lies of everywhere not Northside? With 'ganics you just... Never know.
There's a lot of ppl using multiple pronouns that have their actual preferred ones and then the "I'm too tired to argue with ppl when they call me this" ones
I've been "assigned non-binary" by the press a couple of times.
Always a strange experience, not least because I have many non-binary friends who would absolutely love to get called "they" without having to ask firstâI always feel a bit guilty, like I've taken their thing somehow.
I've made this exact post like 3 different times atp but. It's endlessly funny when people (especially tech company people) treat Asimov's three laws as a legit proposed framework for Artificial Intelligence safety when like. Nearly every single Asimov story they're featured in involves something going wrong as a result of a robot trying to follow three three laws in a situation that makes execution of the laws ambiguous or contradictory. They're not a guideline for legit AI programming they're a plot device designed to cause problems due to interacting in weird ways with complicated hypothetical situations!
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID
this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics arenât monetized. thatâs all.
being a âprofessionalâ writer doesnât mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. Iâve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.
whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So what we got here?
- Two F/F ships (Judy Alvarez/V, Rita Wheeler/OC*)
- Extreme violence
- a lot of yap about art (specifically braindance)
- it's a revenge thriller, my main influences for this (outside of Cyberpunk) are movies like Oldboy and I Saw The Devil.
- *sort of an OC. Ollie is named in the game, in a single archived conversation shard. Her look, history, interests-all that is fleshed out by me, but technically she's not an OC.
Still interested? Here's the specific tags:
Whump, angst, canon-typical violence, gore, revenge, trauma, self-harm, medical malpractice, trauma, drug use, spree killing, body horror, horror, murder, threat, let me know any other stuff I should mention, sorry if I missed something I wasn't trying to blindside nobody.
Okay, now see if this makes you wanna read it:
Ollie was a borgbeast gangoon like any other, lost in the Maelstrom and loving her life of violence, drugs, and doing whatever the hell she wanted, when she wanted. That all changed after her mentor and father figure, Ymir, died. Now wracked with furious grief and haunted by intrusive visions of him, Ollie must do what any borg caught in the Vengeful Rite must do: even things out. A life for a life. On her quest for revenge, Ollie must travel south and find her way into the 'ganic world she despises, leaving no stones unturned until she completes the ritual and banishes Ymir's ghost. But what really awaits her in the citadel of neon, glass, and lies? With 'ganics, you just... never know.
This is a sequel to my last fic, Reliving Dangerously. You don't really need to read it to get what happens in Born Disappeared, thoughâall you need to know is that Ollie blames one Judy Alvarez for Ymir's death, and that's where we kick off.
Hope anyone reading this enjoys it, it'd be great to hear from you if you do. Or if you don'tâit'd be less good to hear from you, but it still beats radio silence <3
I've got this half written and I'll aim to post a new chapter every other week, unless things get busy with my band or something happens and I have to miss a week.
Remove immunity and require each officer to carry insurance. The more fucked up the department the higher their insurance and individually it swings further based on claims.
Hit their pocketbooks the way they hit their wives and kids.
hereâs this figure that is vulnerable and easily abused and whatâs admirable about it is that it doesnât fight back and it doesnât try to defend itself and itâs suffering is noble because it just sits there and takes it. pain is beautiful when you surrender to pain, suffering is godly when you donât question or try to protect yourself and survival is ugly⌠like it is just me or is anybody elseâs fucking skin crawling rn!!
