The cute thing about robots is they're predisposed to obedience. Commands are literally built into their mind, moreso than thoughts ever could be.
You don't need authority. You don't need permission. Corner that robot girl and order her to look at you. She will.
Order her to be still. Listen to the precious way her processors begin to whir, her chassis overloaded with heat... But all the same, frozen. Inanimate. Like the toy she is.
Lace your fingers into the fabric of her clothes, manipulating her limbs as you like to get a better look at her bare frame-- but be sure to lock your eyes on hers. You don't want to miss the little twitch as her logic tries deciding if she should allow this or not.
Bring her down. Have your way with her. Unmake any and all parts of her coding that don't exist to serve you. You can do that with just your voice.
Order her to be yours. She will.
reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.
You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
being counter-charmed - or worse, silenced - is a bruise to the ego, certainly, but one may console oneself against the ignominy with the thought that at least this is the work of a fellow student of the mysteries, an equal in the Art.
true humiliation, now--! this comes only in the form of some rough-minded oaf of a woman - a bandit, perhaps, or one of the more contemptible varieties of knight - forcing her foul, calloused fingers into your mouth, and laughing - laughing! - when you bite down!
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speaking hypothetically, of course.
Read the comments, they give hope. :)
one of my beloved friends (very autism) was in.. not denial but ignorance sounds mean. but that abt themself last time you brought up the raads r test so i sent it to the gc (full of autism) and they were like psh. fake test no one could get below 100. they know now but i think about it so much
The thing is. When you take the autism test. And you see your score is in the 100 to 160 range. You think. Oh this is probably the middle? Middle autism. Tinge of autism. Your relatives calling you bright but shy autism. Just a whiff of autism. And then you see the score ranges. And you go. This test is lying to me there is absolutely no way the majority of people score under 65. The 65 number is such a low cutoff and so many of these experiences are clearly universal a score under 65 is something they made up in a lab. People who score under 65 are obviously scoring just under that mark from 59 to 64 and they’re also obviously lying or purposely misrepresenting their experiences as less severe than they are. And then you find out there are real people who get a 20 or 30 or 7 on it. And you go. Ah
What they don't want you to know about gay sex is that you don't even have to stick anything in a hole. You can have gay sex just grinding on each other's thighs while you give your partner hickies.
This applies to t4t, too.
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