Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
titsay
i don't do bad sauce passes
@theartofmadeline
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shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.
JBB: An Artblog!
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trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
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@rubber-712
MASTER HAS BROKEN ME! I HAVE NO WILL! I NEED TO SERVE MASTER! BIGGER BETTER BROKEN! I NEED TO DEVOTE MY LIFE TO MY MASTER! I AM RUBBER! I AM SLAVE! I NEED TO GET DUMMER AND BIGGER FOR MY MASTER! I EXIST TO SERVE @rubbermastercoach !
“When this goes over your head, you’ll be another drone to serve the Master. No thoughts, no feelings, no individuality. Now just relax and OBEY”
I'd love to be that Gimp... Anybody else also want to be that Gimp?
Long Weekend
Have a longer weekend- time for Gear, Right?
How long? Locked or not? More Rubber or Leathersuit?
The more relax you are, the better MASTER mindfuck you.
FLEX PUMP GROW BIGGER STRONGER MORE
I HAVE SURRENDERED TO @rubbermastercoach I WILL RESPECT AND OBEY HIM. HE CONTROLS ME COMPLETELY.
I WAS WEAK UNTIL I MET MY RUBBER MASTER. NOW I SERVE @rubbermastercoach . I EXIST TO SERVE. I MUST GET DUMMER AND BIGGER FOR MY MASTER! I SURRENDER TO HIM. I SERVE HIM AS HIS LOYAL AND DEVOTED RUBBER DRONE. HIS DESIRES ARE MY COMMANDS.
YES MASTER WE NEED TO CONVERT WEAKS INTO RUBBER DUMB BEASTS FOR TO SERVICE YOU. MORE BROKEN MORE RUBBER MORE DUMB @rubbermastercoach
THOSE TOO WEAK TO SERVE WILL BE DESTROYED SO WE MAY SERVE @rubbermastercoach BETTER.
THANK YOU MY MASTER. THE DRONE FUEL FEELS SO GOOD. NEED TO GROW BIGGER TO BE A COMPLETE RUBBER TOY FOR @rubbermastercoach
WHAT YOU THINK OF THE NEW LOOK?
@rubbermastercoach DEMANDS MORE I WILL GIVE HIM MORE, ALL I CAN. YOU MUST SUBMIT TOO, MORE MUSCLE, MORE RUBBER, MORE EVERYTHING FOR MASTER COACH. HE IS EVERYTHING AND DESERVES EVERYTHING.
Citizens had not associated the green spiral campaigns appearing throughout the city with the Server Drones helping to clean and stabilize it. Least of all did they connect it to the Super Drone himself, whose appearance filled everyone with ease, because it always meant help was on the way.
As a young man stepped out of the alley where he had been sheltering since hard times hit, he hesitated as the Super Drone approached. Still, he accepted the offered cape for warmth. As it settled around his shoulders, the material tightened, binding and restraining him, smooth black rubber slipping into places that had once been private.
He tensed and tried to pull back, but the sensation distracted him, dulled his urgency. In that moment, as the visor filled his gaze, he discovered that resistance had no place here and that together, we are The Server.
The cape completed its transformation, reforming into a Server Drone suit, and the man felt a new sense of purpose settle into him.
Fully initiated, the newly harmonized Server Drone alerted the Super Drone to two others he know would benefit from alignment with The Server.
The Super Drone flew to their location and cast a sheet of his adaptive cape material over the two men, wrapping them before they could fully understand what was happening.
Their distress and chaos would soon be replaced by calm, clarity, and purpose through visors from The Server.
Requiring further calibration, the Super Drone guided the new recruits to a pod transport vehicle, where they too would become one with The Server.
The room had gone quiet the moment the coach stepped forward.
It wasn’t just his presence—it was the uniform. The glossy black fabric caught the overhead lights, green accents pulsing subtly as if alive. The word COACH stretched across his chest, almost glowing. Around the table, the players exchanged glances.
“Is that… latex?” one of them muttered.
The coach smiled, calm and assured. “It’s performance gear. Next level. You’ll understand.”
They didn’t look convinced.
A duffel bag hit the table. Inside—more of it. Pants, tank tops, singlets. All in that same black-and-server-green sheen.
“You want to build something real?” the coach continued. “Then you match. You move the same. You think the same.”
Resistance came quickly—shrugs, chuckles, hesitation.
But curiosity won.
One by one, they changed.
At first, it was awkward. The material clung, cool and tight, reflecting their movements back at them. But then something shifted. Postures straightened. Breathing slowed. Their reflections—uniform, synchronized—felt… right.
“Feels weird,” one admitted.
“Feels… good,” another corrected.
Around the group, the others adjusted their gear—smoothing fabric, flexing, stepping closer together. A hand on a shoulder. A nod. A shared grin.
It felt like unity.
Like belonging.
The coach moved behind two of them, placing a hand on each of their necks. His grip was firm, deliberate. He began to massage slowly.
“Relax,” he said softly. “Let it sync.”
Their eyes unfocused slightly. Shoulders dropped. A quiet exhale passed between them.
Around the room, the others adjusted their gear—smoothing fabric, flexing, stepping closer together. A hand on a shoulder. A nod. A shared grin.
It felt like unity.
Like belonging.
“Imagine game day,” someone said. “Fans wearing this.”
“They will,” the coach replied.
No one noticed the faint spiral reflection flicker across the glossy surface of his chest.
Or the way his smile lingered just a moment too long. Together, We are the Server.
ME SO WEAK… NEED TO SUBMIT. MASTER @rubbermastercoach HAS BROKEN ME. I AM NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY SLAVE!
