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[thelewdpokemanik]

Qetlani asked: You find a mysterious pink button on your desk with a note that reads: "Make a wish :U". Humoring the owner, you press the button to find that, not only does your joke wish come true but a jubilant almost airy feeling overcomes you. With the button still sitting there, begging to be used, we both know it doesn't take long for you to succumb to the temptation >:).

Manik had a problem.

Strange perhaps, given how the last few days had gone.

After all, how could you really have a problem when you had a button that could grant you any wish?

Manik hadn't really believed it at first. I mean, a wish-granting button? Appearing on her desk at random?

Ridiculous. But also harmless, if it really was a prank.

And so, Manik had jokingly wished to live in a large, extravagant mansion- only for the world around her to change as her small bedroom suddenly stretched out into a ridiculously large room, in which the bed alone was larger than her previous bedroom.

She'd gasped excitedly at the sight, euphoria bubbling up in her brain as she realized that the button was the real deal, though her worries about where this mansion had come from, or what people would think at this mansion's sudden appearance and/or its new occupant did put a damper on things.

Nothing that another wish couldn't solve though~

She smiled happily to herself as she wished for people not to question what her wishes made true, and then another to never lose the button or have it stolen from her, and then another to be rich and never have to work again- and before long, all of Manik's worries had been thoroughly taken care of~

Leaving her free to make some wishes for fun!

The next few days were almost a haze of giggles and pleasure as Manik went on a wish-bender. 

Regular television programs, cartoons, and anime all suddenly became much lewder, regularly and eagerly dipping into outright fetish territory without anyone so much as raising an eyebrow.

NSFW games suddenly became all the rage online as dozens of independent developers suddenly received an influx of funds, time, and motivation to produce the most in-depth, lewdest games ever for Manik to play~

And of course, all of her favorite characters were suddenly the favorites of hentai artists all over the globe, with a special emphasis on mind control and transformation, of course~ She spent hours perusing buckets and buckets of new content uploaded online in an insane gold rush, eagerly throwing some of her now infinite pile of money at those who had suddenly been enlightened~

Though, Manik quickly ran into a problem.

See, she wanted to make more wishes, but it was starting to get harder and harder to think of some? Like, she still had things she wanted, but trying to actually put them into words was so hard all of a sudden, and it was really bumming her out!

And like, even if she was just running out of things to wish for, she wanted to keep making wishes! It felt so good and tingly when her wishes were granted and her worries went pop-pop-pop in her brain, leaving her a giggling mess on her knees for a few minutes~

Thankfully, Manik only took a few days to come up with a solution! If she couldn't come up with wishes, she just needed someone to come up with some for her!

And she knew exactly who to ask whenever she ran out of ideas~

Manik giggled excitedly to herself as she went Live, watching chat slowly fill up with people. "Ok so- I've got, like, a wish machine that makes wishes come true. Does- anyone have a wish they think I should make?" She asked, and though the claim was incredulous, someone was quick to jump in and play along.

'Have you given yourself bimbo-sized tits yet?'

Manik gasped. No, she hadn't! She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that!

She quickly pressed her button to rectify that error, and mewled whorishly as she felt her brain melting down into her chest, making her t-shirt stretch against her growing mounds~

She giggled lewdly to herself as she stared down into her own cleavage. Gawd she looked so good! She needed to show everyone!

She fumbled with her phone for a few moments, but she eventually managed to snap a pic and upload it online for her chat to see.

"Tankx for the idea! My new tits look so gud!"

For a moment, chat slowed, as if collectively realizing what was actually happening- before suddenly turning into an avalanche of wishes!

'You should give yourself an ass to match'

'No! Make your ass even phatter than your tits!'

'If we're going for the bimbo look, you need some thick DSLs too!'

'And keep sending us pics! And lose the clothes!'

Manik mewled in pleasure as she pressed the button again and again, her body growing sexier and curvier by the moment, and she loved it. Her chat had such good ideas!~ Everything they proposed was like- so smart and fun and felt so good!

And then, perhaps for the last time, Manik had an idea of her own.

Her chat had such good ideas- She needed them to keep helping her make wishes.

And her new home had so many unused rooms in it~

And with one more press of the button, Manik's mansion was suddenly filled with chatters, eager to tell her exactly what the best wish to make would be- though not as eager as they were to actually take advantage of said wish themselves~

[thelewdpokemanik]

(Express Prompt for Qetlani!)

Manik hummed happily to herself as she sat behind her desk, and stretched, getting ready for another day of hard work writing- though she was feeling particularly energetic today!

After all, she had just received a gift from her good friend Qetlani- a new pair of headphones! They were a bright pink, with black highlights that gave them a cute but also stylish vibe, and Manik was more than happy to replace her old pair with them, sslipping them oever her ears and letting them settle into her mane of brown hair, before getting to work-

Manik blinked as she felt something touch her ear, making her pause. She adjusted the headphones, pulling her hair out from under it, though from the looks of it, no hair had gotten stuck-

“GUH!”

The sound was forced out of Manik as something slammed into her ear- something warm and thick and almost oily, spearing through her ear canal and stretching it out as it poked into her brain-

“NGH!~” Manik moaned as it suddenly retracted, only for an identical one to suddenly slam into her other ear, making her jolt in her seat. Her hands scrambled at the desk in front of her, catching on the keyboard as she tried to get a grip-

Only for the girl to start squealing in pleasure as the tentacles began fucking her ears, spearing into her brain again and again, physically reshaping it with every thrust as Manik thrashed in her chair, slipping down it as she was forced to cum again and again, soaking her chair with her cum as her fingers clawed at the arms rest, trying to not fall to the ground- Only to howl as even that much independence was slammed-fuck out of her bathered brain.

The tentacles didn’t just fuck Manik’s brain randomly, however. No, they were specifically targeting specific parts of it, destroying them with every thrust.

And Manik came again and again as her brain was hollowed out~

She came as she forgot how to drive.

She came as she forgot how to dress herself.

She came as she forgot how to count.

Only once her brain was cleansed of all that useless shit, leaving Manik practically unable to do anything except sleep, eat, and write smut-

Manik threw her head back and squealed as the tentacles came, flooding her empty brain with much more important knowledge and commands~

Manik sprayed her cum all over the floor of her room as her brain was completely rewritten over the next few minutes, a stupid, beatific smile on her lips as she came again and again-

Only to suddenly collapse to the floor, limp.

She giggled weakly, before laboriously getting back up to her feet. She removed her shirt, her shorts, her underwear- until all she was wearing was her glasses, her drool, sweat and cum, and of course, her new headphones~

And speaking of-

Manik picked up her phone, and flashed a peace sign at the camera as she took a selfie, making sure to show off the bright pink cum dribbling out of her ears, nose and mouth.

Then, she attached it to a message for Qetlani, thanking him for his wonderful gift~

‘Thank you for the gift, Master<3’ She wrote him, before collapsing back into her chair, mewling as her headphones wrapped themselves around her brain and told her what her master wanted her to write next~

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This article is a testament to the fact that the days of writing a single slogan or tagline for an entire audience are long gone. Now, each and every image you see in Netflix is personalised to you and what your tastes and viewing habits are. Insanely complex, and a little freaky, but all the same kind of exciting, no?

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Young Digital Artists, Anxious About ... Technology

An exhibition at Sotheby’s in New York betrays a broad generational anxiety about the technological future and the role of humans in it.

These works encapsulate so many of the same themes as my own work—particularly that of Ashley Zelinskie (“Android Platonic.”) and Jamie Zigelbaum (“Doorway to the Soul”).

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Print test, using FPDF, a shell script, and Python.

It’s alive!! Took a good few hours, but, you know, it’s worth it.

Shell script:

#!/bin/sh lpr print.pdf

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Node.js® is a JavaScript runtime built on Chrome's V8 JavaScript engine. Node.js uses an event-driven, non-blocking I/O model that makes it lightweight and efficient. Node.js' package ecosystem, npm, is the largest ecosystem of open source libraries in the world.

Might use this for my major project! It would greatly simplify many aspects of setting up and running a server—though JavaScript is poor (though for good reason) at interfacing with core device functions, which could affect the ability of the server to queue printing jobs.

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My major project looks at mental illness in the context of our hyper-connected and -digital world. Specifically, I'm interested in the psychology behind ever-more frequent notifications, the effects of instant messaging and social hyper connectedness on those with mental illness, and methods of digital catharthis, so to speak. This article has provoked quite a few thoughts on how technology is so obsessively reward-driven, and some avenues of exploration for providing a counterweight to such an obsession.

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Major Project WIP The screenshot above is of an Android app that I’ve developed to record all notifications that my phone receives, and to record when those same notifications are dismissed by me. This is a crucial part of my data collection efforts for my Major Project.

The application makes use of an API called NotificationListenerService, which I subclassed and wrote custom onNotificationPosted and onNotificationRemoved methods for, which trigger whenever to my phone’s notification centre a notification is posted by an app, or removed by the user, respectively. Both methods then write the notification’s data, including a unique identifier (key), the time posted (in UNIX time), and the app that posted the notification, to a CSV file stored on my phone.

I’ll then use this data in some kind of time-based visualisation, visually creating and destroying some kind of object, one each that directly represents each notification. Or, as Karen suggested, I may create a real-time responder, for example a mood ring whose colour is directly related to the number of notifications left unresponded to.

The user interface above simply allows for the viewing of that CSV data, or the clearing of that data, as need be. Notification collection and recording occurs regardless of whether the app is open or not.

Development was quite easy, mostly given the wealth of online resources and StackExchange queries (where honestly most of my code comes from). I have also had experience in Java, and that made things easier.