#rp1

[genderswappedjobutupaki]

[voluptuous-rwby-girls]

Open Q&A/RP with the busty queens

(Raven & Yang are the bustiest women on My version of Remnant currently) (Raven's size: Yoga balls) (Yang's size: Large Beach balls) *Yang slowly guides her mother into a room and sits her down on her black sofa as both of them wobble and slosh.* "Yang!? What are you doing?" *Raven asked her daughter a bit annoyed.* "Hush! You said if I brought back something nice from the latest raid I can do this, and I did sooo. Sit here with me and we can do this." *Yang smiled brightly.*

[khanstartrekrp]

@byondtheveil​

He was standing next to the wall in the town hall, holding papers that were supposed to be his new documents. His neck still aching, his eyes a bit lost, he had been through so much, and now he was free. So many things happening, so much to cope: his crew was gone forever, he caused tragedies he didn’t want to, he got captured and now released, thankfully, the corrupted sector that had kept him prisoner had been found out and now he had a chance to...life.

Some seconds passed until he realized she was talking to him. The world seemed to be spinning in his head. After hours of filling documentations, answering questions and having a device implanted in his neck, he felt like he had returned from a very long trip. Freedom. Where to go? There were so many things he could do, his intelligence could bring so much, but despite being augmented, his body was terrible, he had been unfrozen, chased, he had been through a spaceship crash just a few days ago and all the interrogatories... Khan snapped out of it. “Uh...?” He looked at her. His black clothes were beaten, on a rib, his shirt was still tore, some wounds were still healing, he had nothing, he was just thrown to the world, since the system had to repay him after going through so many abuses by the star-fleet forces. Even his hair was messy, he barely got the chance to wash his face the entire day. His advanced mind still couldn’t cope properly. His name, even his name would have to be changed, by the request of the government. “W...what?” His voice was calm, weak, whoever heard would never imagine the powerful soldier he could be. “W...what??”

[cute-but-nutty-lady]

She should get up. She knew she should get up and move but she just couldn’t. Her body felt overheated and the cold kitchen floor was the only place she could even think about being right now. Her eyes were tightly shut, afraid that if she opened them, she would see Keith Summers still in her kitchen. She knew he was gone but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of his presence.

After he was done with her, she was only half aware of him taking the handcuffs off her and then the noises of him pulling his pants back up and doing up his zipper and belt. She swallowed the thick bile that threatened to come out of her mouth and slowly sank to the floor, bloody, cut, and shaking. Her breathing got a little easier when she heard his feet shuffling towards the kitchen door and it slamming shut behind him on his way out but her body was betraying her and forcing her to stay frozen on the floor. Maybe this was too much? Maybe this was the final straw and she couldn’t take any more? Maybe she would just die here?

And where was Norman? She had screamed and cried for his help and he never came down from his room. She needed him to protect her now like she had protected him all throughout his life and he wasn’t there. She was alone.

@sheriffxbulldog

[gojomegumi]

READY PLAYER TWO SPOILERS

Nolan Sorrento escaped from prison 🥳

[leslea]

Ready Player Two: The Mysognist’s Love Song

This is a review. Spoilers & typos to follow:

I enjoyed Ready Player One (RP1). It was quirky and fun. The dystopian setting was disturbing, especially as the kid who served as the story’s protagonist didn’t actually do much to make the world a better place, once he became its newest prince. We’re told from the git-go that the world is spiraling downhill, and what does Wade/Parzival do at the end? The bare minimum. He lets the debtors go. He shares his riches with his friends. Well, he was literally just a teenager, and most assuredly a feral one, at that, so you could excuse his lack of vision. Certainly there would be a Ready Player Two (RP2) that would redeem our child champion?

Haha, no.

RP2 is the story of what happens to a neglected impoverished child when he lucks into immense privilege, but lacks the heart, charm, or charisma to be anything other than a hermit and an incel. Where Harry Potter could arguably be said to have started from a similar circumstance, yet grew into an actual savior role in his fight against Voldemort & the Death Eaters, Wade Watts’ character in RP2 is unabashedly a less-loveable version of Donald Trump in a world where he is, in all practicality, king. 

As RP2 begins, Wade owns everything. Not just the Oasis, but a futuristic tech that allows one to record their own visceral experience of being alive. This tech, called ONI, goes even more viral than the Oasis, and makes Wade rich beyond the human mind’s ability to calculate. He has power--so much power, he can control anything. He is literally the richest man in the world, and most assuredly its most envied/hated. Nothing is out of reach for him--and though his friends from RP1′s ‘Gunting days are portrayed focusing on developing real relationships (marriages, babies, etc.), working on improving their environments, and delivering aid to their communities, our dear Wade simply pines for the one thing that eludes him: Samantha, aka Artemis, his fierce and determined love interest from RP1.

He brags about the one week he spent in seclusion with Samantha in a bedroom. He talks way too often of his other sexual exploits via ONI, allowing him to experience sex from the POV of other men, women, transpeople, and non-binary folks. He has done the deed every which way but loose, and author Ernest Cline is as eager to share those details with the reader as he is the spout off acronyms and descriptions of fictional technology. Whereas the latter will have you yawning in boredom, the former will simply turn your stomach. Raise your hands if you were hoping for more cybersex in RP2. Anyone? Anyone? Right. 

Before I delve too deeply in how important it is for even blockbuster authors like Cline to CONSENT TO QUALITY EDITORIAL INPUT, I need to outline some important problems with this story beyond “What’s wrong with Wade, items 1-999.”

Samantha is justly described to have turned her back on Wade over some important issues. She is a woman of integrity, and for years Wade stalks her virtually, even though in all reality he grows a smaller and smaller figure from her past. Think about any woman you know who moves on and gets things done in life: they do not sit around pining for a dickhead ex who they slept with once, years prior. They just don’t. Samantha, however, despite all her success, integrity, and morals...just can’t help but fall back in love with Wade.

All powerful Wade. Involuntarily celibate (in the “Earl,” as Cline calls “in real life,” [IRL]), plugged into the internet from his spinal column or brain stem or whatever, 12 hours per day Wade. Childish destroyer of dissenting user accounts Wade. Stalker Wade.

Although Samantha refuses to make eye contact with him for years, the moment he needs her help...poof. She’s back on his jock like static cling, if I may borrow Cline’s penchant for quoting nostalgia in lieu of creating new content.

While Samantha’s inexplicable change of heart is problematic enough, it is only foreshadowing for a bigger problem with the story. Wade, as owner of the Oasis and all that digital shit, ends up on a quest to restore the Siren’s Soul. This is the “egg hunt” of RP2. Instead of eggs, this time he’s hunting shards, which is fitting, really, because Cline left me feeling sharted on by earlier than midway through the text. 

Where were we? The shards. Right.

The singular essence of Kira Underwood, constantly referred to as “Og’s wife,” has been divided into seven shards and hidden around the Oasis--that is, until the end of the story when Cline mercifully hid the last two together. I might have wept if the story had gone on one chapter longer than necessary. When the shards are collected and merged, they will...? What? Oh, they will coalesce into the actual soul of the departed woman. They will bring her back, digitally.

Now, not only is it creepy on many levels that Wade--let’s call him Parzincel--is repeatedly referred to as Kira’s owner, but his idol before him, James Halliday, is characterized has having created this ONI technology for the main purpose of bringing Kira back, so that a digital version of himself could finally possess her. While “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,” is certainly a handy commandment, “thou shalt treat women as FUCKING PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN INHERENT RIGHTS” would perhaps be a better placard to engrave and set on the desk of Halliday--to then be passed down to Wade. It never seems to dawn on Parzincel that he has no right to possess Kira, or any other ONI user. 

The in-game avatar of Halliday eventually explains that Kira’s “siren” avatar was able to explain to him that possessing her, manipulating her, etc. was wrong--but ONLY after Halliday hooks himself up the ONI and lives some of Kira’s experiences. Cline plays Halliday off in both books as an Aspergian genius, someone very high functioning on the Autism Spectrum, but as the mother of a young man with autism, I am beyond disgusted at the idea that you would have to hook one living being up to another human being’s synapses for them to have ANY understanding that the other person is a free, competent human being with agency of her own. Kira is repeatedly characterized as an artistic genius with a great heart. She, like Samantha, is demonstrated to be loving and kind. Generous. And yet both Kira and Samantha are primarily belongings for men to possess, control, pursue, and lose. Oh, if only they did lose them...because of course, they don’t. In Parzincel’s dream future, the best thing he can do is create a double of himself, so that he can experience the inexplicable love of Samantha in the “Earl” as well as in an ONI paradise. 

Kira, as the “first stable AI,” is never once shown having any sort of existential crisis. She simply loves being a pretty plaything for Wade and Jim and Og, digitally--and naturally she is “still in love with Og.” Okay, whatever. By this point in the story, Og and Kira are nothing more than paper dolls set up to somehow replace Wade’s missing mother/father figures. You can almost see the author sitting spraddle leg on the floor of his study, pushing dolls around. “You are the mommy now, and you are the daddy...and Wade is the baby! Now kiss!”

In a world as technologically advanced as that of RP2, there would be nuances to digital characters, right? If only there were nuances in the humans who created them, I suppose.

Cline’s Parzincel has a weird weird weird way of looking at women. So does Halliday. Even the benevolent Og only barely registers as showing any interest in Kira’s consent, and then, only when he is, himself, close to death. It’s like Cline knew the only decent human being in this story was Ogden Morrow--and possibly Kira. We don’t really get to spend enough time with the Kira character to know. 

But why would we? We are just readers, and she is, after all, Og’s wife.

I won’t get started on the Lo-Five or what he did to Aech. I’ll let Tim take over for that bit.

[weird-cool-blondie]

Source: Facebook/ Kyle Kyjo Johnson

[neroziehe]

Chance encounter

The farmers market happened every Sunday morning. For the past 2 years, Nero attended every weekend, setting up his little stall in a corner shaded partly by the few buildings around them.

He enjoyed feeling the sun kiss his skin but he wasn’t keen on it while he tried to focus on his work. Charming the pants of everyone that passed him needed his concentration. Not just anybody could flash a white smile and suggestive wink to sell out every week. He’d be damned if he wasn’t going to sell his last 2 jars!

Overall it had been a successful morning. All of his repeat customers and come by to see him. Leaving with a smile and jar of the sweetest honey you would ever taste! But the crowd had thinned as the sun had grown hotter. It was just past midday, and only a handful of customers wound amongst the stalls. Nero could see when even his charm may not cut it. That didn’t stop him trying though!

He was sat on his fold up chair, peering through dark sunglasses at the few people ambling past. His left hand hung over the side of his chair, twirling in a small circular motion. Hot for humans meant scorching for his shaggy haired familiar. Taylor was tucked under the stall, hidden from the blaring sun, enjoy the gusts of cool air coming from above him. Being familiar to an air elemental certainly had its perks in the summer!