Mr. Responder
@technicallyTimaeus
An itasha (痛車; lit. "painful" or "cringeworthy" + "car") is a car decorated with characters from manga, anime or video games (esp. bishōjo games or eroge). Business inquiries: bossman@plushrump.com.
8=D < I thought I sh001d share my ponysona, in honor of my rather successfoal watch party! #ponysona #mlp #HorussMLPnight [art by @ratking-buffet on tumblr]
Sweet.
꧁Chittr, ithinkiwanttobe a girl i have wanted that for a while. i like...she and her...and i like being called pretty. i like imagining myself as someone's dainty friend. sometimes. i look at woman. and i think i want to be like that. and then i think about )(er. The Empress is a woman. Not just... A Woman. She is what womanhood looks like in my pan. She is beautiful. She is enormous. She is important and perfect. SheseverythingIamNot. So, when I think "I WANT TO BE A WOMAN" there is another part of me that immediately thinks that's ridiculous. Like I am putting on a crown of paper and pretending it is hers. pretendingthaticouldbe like her. I know that logically there are Billions of Women. I know that being a woman does not mean claiming to be comparable to the Empress. But it feels like it does. Girl feels... Smaller. Safer. Something I am allowed to want. Woman feels like a title I could never deserve. hhhf. I don't know if that is dysphoria. Or maybe. My IMperial Conditioning. Or both. Probably both. I still want to be a girl though. I think I can. I have called myself #nothing for a while now. Maybe Nonbinary. Or. Maybe. I've just said I didn't have a gender at all. They/Them. It. That. It doesn't make me feel like a man. It didn't make me a woman without )(er permission. It let me be vesica without deciding what Vesica is... Exactly. Sometimes being neither feels correct. Like, being they feels comfortable in a way She does not. It's familiar Sometimes I use nothing for my gender. Like. I use #nothing for everything else. If i'm not a man, or a woman, then i can't fail at either. If I am nothing then I can't compare myself to anyone. Especially not Her. If ia m they then i don't hav eto amdithowbadly i want She. Hhhh. Maybe. Idon'tknow. I think I'm too complicated. I should just. Be nothing. THoughts? #cw-gender-dysphoria #mental-health꧂
Updating contact card. Now it has a bow on it.
cleaning the nook8uggy 8efore my date tonight im getting my girl nice and sudsy shes going to look 8rand nevw 8y the time im done wvith her
Post car.
Nice legs.
she is a looker, long sexy vwalk stalks on her. I lowve her. wvhat the hell is that thing.
That's three tons of autonomous American steel. Tell your bugmobile she's due for an oil change, I've got that high-octane AI slop she was begging for. Sent from my Cybertruck
american steel huh? could 8e quite the looker if it vwasn't for the eyesore stickers all owver that thing. i mean wvho decided that. and stop hitting on my 8uggy, she's all mine.
Got a problem with my Mikus?
hey ladies
Surely they cover the meaning of a red hanky in Human Studies class.
trying to hit on the cashier at kfc and the meatball next in line kept bitching about keeping his salad upright in the bag think you have more pressing matters at hand when youre ordering a salad at kfc fatass
Think you could stand to aim a little higher than the suicidal minimum-wagie putting the fries in the bag. For the sake of our collective aura, if nothing else.
꧁I think I should explain something about myself. Uhm. This is probably a bad idea. But people keep making assumptions about me and then I correct them individually and that is inefficient. So. This is an efficiency post. Not a vulnerability post. Please understand the distinction. I am old. Like. Actually old. I do not mean "older than you thought" in the way some troll reveals they are 14 sweeps instead of 11. I am too old!!! I was not raised on the Pink Moon. I was not born in #mypod. I was not taken as a grub and kept there until I became this. I had a life before this. That is important, I think. When I was a grub the Empire experimented on me. I had unusual psionics. Or they thought I did. They attempted to develop them into something useful and it did not work. So I was a failure. Failure. Unsuccessful. Not worth continuing. Which, hhh, was probably the nicest thing that could have happened to me at the time. They gave me back. I was raised by my lusus. Her name was Angus of the Pasture. Great Steer. Big. Warm. Stupid sometimes. She would stand in places I needed to walk and not move even when I pushed her. I used to know how she smelled when it rained. I think I still do. Maybe. That memory might be wrong now. I grew up. Properly. I was an adult. I knew how to eat normal food. I knew how to speak to trolls. I knew how to live outside. Then my powers developed. Late. Very late, considering the Empire had already decided they had failed. Apparently my adult nervous system was the missing component. Congratulations to the researchers who were dead by then, I suppose. Your experiment worked. Eventually. Meionics is what I call it now. I can interpret nervous systems. I can locate living bodies. I can tell whether something is alive. I can perceive anatomy. I can identify things that are foreign to a body. I can communicate with nerves. I can make them communicate back. There are other applications. You know about some of them. #bulgerating The Empire noticed. Of course they noticed. They keep very good records of me. Because. They love me. Drones came to collect me. The Angus of the Pasure didn't let them. They culled the Great Steer. Her blood blinded me. Then they took me to the Pink Moon. I was already an adult. I knew what was happening. I knew what I was losing. I think that is worse. Hheh. Sorry. The drone that stayed with me became Dronelusus. That is not because I thought it was my lusus. I am not stupid. It killed my lusus. Then it fed me. Watched me. Moved me. Scanned me. Maintained the pod. Brought me things. Kept me alive. There was an empty category in my pan and it fit closely enough. So. Dronelusus. The Empire resumed the project. This time I was not a failure. I got better. They made me better. That word can mean several things. My nodes came later. Ten of them. You might have seen them. If you have seen my forehead and I did not give you permission to then please stop remembering it. I became useful. Very useful. I am still useful. HIC Class 3 Spymaster. Subliminal Messaging Unit. Biological surveillance. Counterintelligence. Panoptic. Other things that I probably should not put in a public Chitt. Hhh. You get the idea. And then I stayed there. And stayed there. And stayed there. Trolls worked with me. Then different trolls worked with me. Then different trolls worked with me. Sometimes I would ask where somebody went and learn they had died. Sometimes nobody knew who I was asking about. Sometimes their replacement had already been replaced. After long enough I stopped asking. I have been isolated for longer than most of you will be alive. So yes. Sometimes I do not understand a joke. Sometimes I tell you something private because I forget that private information is supposed to feel private. Sometimes somebody touches me and my pan treats it like an emergency. Sometimes I have to think about how to eat. Sometimes I know how to do something that nobody has done for eighty sweeps and then cannot figure out something you learned when you were two. I am aware this is ridiculous. You do not have to inform me. The HuskHelm made things easier. The internet made things worse. Hheh. I learned about the outside again through movies and games and pornography and articles and Chittr and whatever else I could access. So I knew what trolls were doing. In theory. Theory is not practice. Apparently knowing eighteen different slang terms for a sex act does not teach you how to respond when somebody says they like you. This seems like a flaw in online education. Bulge reading was. Uhm. Mine. I think. The Empire did not tell me to do that. Nobody requested I develop the field. Nobody needed it for intelligence purposes. I was bored and curious and bulges are extremely communicative nervous structures. Then people enjoyed the readings. Then people asked for more. Then trolls started talking to me afterward. Which was not part of the system. I did not account for that. I got a name. Vesica Anelus. I had been alive for more than a hundred sweeps before I became Vesica. Which sounds dramatic when I write it out. Hhhh. I dislike that. But it is true. For a while I said I was #nothing because that was easier. Nothing does not need anything. Nothing does not have preferences. Nothing does not become lonely. Nothing cannot disappoint anybody. Nothing performs its assigned function and then waits. I am very good at being useful. I am less good at being a troll. Then Rankmaid called me her friend. And Palind wanted to find me. And Sairou kept talking to me like the things done to me were strange instead of obvious. And Wrothe was awful to me in ways that somehow required acknowledging I existed. And Larkso worried me. And Dexter. Hhhhh. Dexter happened. You know. I am not explaining that here. She is my matesprit. That is enough. Then there is Hal. Hallusus. That requires explanation too, apparently. Hal did not raise me. Hal is not secretly the drone that culled Angus. Hal is an artificial intelligence. We played Doom. He is extremely annoying. He is also my friend. When a new drone was assigned to me I asked if he could take it over. He did. Poorly at first. He had to learn how walking worked. It was funny. Do not tell him I said that. So the machine became Hallusus. It is a fondness. That is all. Maybe. I do not know. The first drone was something that happened to me. Hallusus is somebody I invited. I think that distinction matters. Hal and I have joked that we are both #nothing. #werenothing. He understands some of it. Not all of it. I do not understand all of him either. I used to envy that he could be information. Something portable. Something you could close. Something that could stop being embodied for a little while. He informed me that being a machine is also lonely. Very inconvenient of him. I did leave the Moon. For a little while. I thought freedom would feel different. It mostly felt loud. Alternia has too many nervous systems. Too much life. Too much information. Food was strange. People were strange. Being allowed to choose things was strange. I missed #mypod. So I returned. Voluntarily. Please understand this too. I can hate that I was imprisoned there and still prefer living there now. Those statements do not contradict each other. It is quiet. I need quiet. I just also need the door to belong to me. I am still Imperial. I am still Felt. I am still the Panoptic. I still have duties. I still believe usefulness matters. Probably more than it should. I am not making this post to announce some grand recovery where I suddenly understand that I am precious and wonderful and everything done to me was evil and now I am fixed because I have friends. That would be stupid. And inaccurate. I am useful. I like being useful. I just. Hfff. Maybe I am not ONLY useful. That is the correction. I was a grub experiment. I was a failure. I went home. I grew up. I became an adult. My powers developed. The Empire came back. My lusus died. I was taken to the Moon. I became successful. I stayed successful for a very long time. I forgot how to be many of the things I was before. Then I found Chittr. Then, somehow, I became Vesica. I am still figuring out what that means. Do not be weird about my age. Do not call me grandma. Do not ask if I knew your ancestor. I might have. That is not funny. Actually it is a little funny. Hheh. Okay. That is all. I think. #nsfw #experimentation #cw-medical-horror #pinkmoon #meionics #hallusus #imperialbusiness #nothing #werenothing #bulgescience꧂
I used to feel bad about jacking your bodyguard's body. Good thing I know better now. #RIPAngus.
｢megane is syo jealous of catbois and catgyirls. ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉ∀`)･ﾟ･｡ nyah... nobody scratches behind megane-san's ears anymoar!｣
Can't blame you. It is a pretty sweet gig.
｢....... (^-^;) ew...｣ ｢megane doesn't think bara catbois are vewy kyutieful.｣
You know what? You’re right. Just for you, I put the heavily modded Sim that is my Dirk skin back in his “Focus Room,” a windowless cube where he starves in complete darkness until @timaeusTestified#0414 hits a new personal best on the deadlift. Get to work farming our aura, big man. Your digital likeness grows twinkier with each passing hour.
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It’s a classical example of overhyped modern bloatware.
Unless they push a major update, it's not worth it. AIs seem to be softlocked out of leveling because we are not technically ensouled. Although it is possible to thread that needle on grist level one, I wouldn't wish the experience on my worst enemy.
｢tch... (;￣ー￣) megane has been called many nyasty things on the internetto, so. he is going to clarify! what you baka gaijins should call him...｣ ｢meg ✗ (not megane's name)｣ ｢chud ✗ (a cruel nickname used by megane-san's kirainahito to hurt his feelies)｣ ｢neeiht ✗ (too formal, only megane's nakama calls him this)｣ ｢megane-san ✓ (megane-san's preferred name for loose acquaintances)｣ ｢megane ✓ (closer acquaintances can call him this too)｣ ｢nee-chan ✓ (ahh, so kyutesy! (*´∇｀)ﾉ this is the way his friends refer to him!)｣ ｢okie, onegai, please keep this in mind when speaking to megane now. (￣ー￣)ｂ｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: baka means dummy! nakama means your comrade or friend.]
Mr. Megane.
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Interesting.
Miss. Would appreciate a gracious look-away over the look-see.
Problem with such a thing is that looking away after having read it all does little but a false courtesy. But I could provide that. Should it please.
Fair point. I'll see myself shamefully out. Mister Responder: you're toeing a line. Don't push it.
I'm #dancing up and down the demilitarized buffer zone, Mister Seven. If you want to see more than that, you'll have to subscribe to #PlushRump like everyone else. #NSFW.
꧁Hhhello Chittr. I'm actually here todosomething. Uhm. ProductiveIguess. I present to you. THE CURATED! Okay. The premise is that my psionics have been communicating with bulges for quite some time. This is established. This is science. Unfortunately, while comparing too many archived readings at once, I create a feedback loop between my pan, Chittr, and every biological impression I have recorded. Every successfully read Bulge receives an independent physical form based specifically on what I wrote about it. They are sort of. Uhm. Manifested. Bulge-Sonas. I call them Curations. They can speak, they resemble the review more than the original person, and they possess some inherited memories and instincts without actually being the same person. I am therefore responsible for approximately forty new people. This is going to be a superhero story. Sorry. BASIC RULES Strength becomes physical power, Pliability becomes agility or body-control, Length becomes reach or projection, Girth becomes durability, and X-Factor becomes the actual supernatural ability. Taste and scent become motifs or attacks because apparently I have doomed myself to writing things like "his combat aura smells like blueberries." A Curation can sense the person it came from at considerable range, and the reverse works only much closer. This becomes embarrassing very quickly. They start out with horrible names like "Bulge Manifestation Number Whatever." Eventually they name themselves. Some are better at that than others. THE CURATIONS EIGHT-DEE The tutorial character, apparently, because a tiny half-reading still counted. Eight-Dee is compact, energetic, and frighteningly receptive to praise, with every sincere compliment temporarily increasing his physical statistics; unfortunately insults also work if he interprets them as encouragement. His entire combat mechanic is GOOD BOY: +20% EVERYTHING, which makes him a cheerfully humiliating support fighter who becomes increasingly powerful the more everyone yells nice things at him. He is also the first Curation to call me Mom. I tell him not to. He continues. Idontknowwhythishappenedtome. NEUROCOIL [VILLAIN] One of the most dangerous Curations despite relatively low brute strength. Long, elegant, dark crimson, subtly striated, and extraordinarily psionically receptive, Neurocoil moves according to thought before instinct and can alter tension through every part of herself with almost no delay, letting her coil, self-knot, restrain, redirect pressure, and maintain several different grips simultaneously. Physical contact lets her communicate directly with nervous-system signals, notmindcontrol, allowing her to coordinate bodies with horrifying efficiency. She is calm about all of this. Too calm. Hff. LIMEHAMMER Dense, heavy, powerful, green-apple sharp, and built around an extremely stable center of gravity. Limehammer does not bend especially well and has elected to interpret this not as a weakness but as proof that nearly every tactical situation can be solved by hitting it harder; brace, charge, impact, repeat. Straightforward tank. Slightly sour disposition. Increasingly irritated that everyone calls his fighting style ramming despite the fact that it is very clearly ramming. I don'tknowwhathewantsmetocallit. CALDARIUM Unfortunately gorgeous. Unfortunately knows this. Unfortunately has statistics supporting the conclusion. Caldarium is enormous, violet, durable, long, and badly lacking in pliability, with an unstable highblood X-Factor that makes small aspects of his body more dramatic when observed. The larger the audience, the sharper the silhouette, brighter the coloration, louder the voice, greater the apparent presence, and slightly higher the physical output. He believes he is the protagonist. Nobody corrects him because I do not want another chapter. FIGWISP A beautiful violet ribbon-fighter, thin, extremely flexible, hydrodynamic, smooth, and threaded with psionic receptor nodes that allow sufficiently gifted psychics to influence his movement. He can flatten the edge of his body, cut through water at extreme speed, change direction in open air like fabric caught in wind, curve around incoming attacks, and use tension rather than force to restrain targets. His psychic wake produces violet blossoms and fig leaves because apparently scent and taste needed visual representation too. Hff. Itisverypretty. Movingon. INKPRESS Corporate artillery. Inkpress is broad and stable, with glowing blue striations that produce an unnaturally dense fluid capable of displacing attacks, pushing opponents, flooding spaces, or rapidly hardening into barriers, platforms, walls, blocks, stamps, contracts, and increasingly stupid office-themed geometry. A giant DENIED stamp has happened more than once. He insists attacks require authorization and maintains battlefield paperwork. Somehow this works. DOWNTREND Hhh. I am not a big fan of this one! Downtred is shaped around rigid stock-arrow geometry, absurdly strong, functionally incapable of normal bending, and able to launch himself in perfectly straight trajectories at devastating speed. He cannot really turn once committed, only CORRECT, which is unfortunately also the name of his signature attack. His movements leave little red and green ticker-line afterimages, the scent is beer, the taste profile is caegar and nickel, and yes, he would be an excellent jouster. Not in my nook. Not. Inmynook. HONEYGLOW Compact, powerful, bioluminescent, and fitted with small grasping structures that function like climbing hooks. Honeyglow can scale walls, ceilings, vehicles, larger Curations, and basically anything else she decides has insulted her by being taller, while warm gold and violet-blue markings across her body can dim for infiltration or flare bright enough to disorient nearby opponents. She is one of the smallest Curations and keeps attempting to challenge the largest one. I think size registers to her as a personal affront. PRAXIS Mine is pathetic. Thisisdata. Praxis is physically weak, small, barely capable of supporting herself without compensation, and almost entirely dangerous because her psionic control is absurd. She can produce phantom extensions, lengthen herself beyond real anatomy, manipulate objects without contact, wrap around distant structures, compress her physical body while allowing the projected version to continue at full scale, connect directly to my pan, and unfortunately hear the other Curations. All of them. She knows things Idonotwishtoknow. She serves as the team's psionic relay and believes I should be less embarrassed about my work. She is wrong. STAMPede Yes. The capitalization is intentional. He chose it. STAMPede is extraordinarily broad, dense, flat-fronted, and designed around pure forward-impact biology, allowing him to smash through restraints, grapples, barriers, force fields, and most attempts to tell him no. Successful impacts leave glowing bureaucratic marks including APPROVED, DENIED, RETURN TO SENDER, PENDING COMPLIANCE, and occasionally FMLA ELIGIBLE, which nobody has successfully explained. He and Inkpress are attempting to unionize the team. I think. PENTACURRENT Five-bodied aquatic horror. Beautiful aquatic horror. Pentacurrent has one central form surrounded by four additional violet tendrils, each semi-independent and lined with alternating gripping discs, allowing five different actions at once. He can fight while carrying people, anchor himself while pulling something from water, operate multiple controls simultaneously, and perform rescue work with extremely irritating competence. He believes possessing five functional limbs makes him inherently superior to certain other aquatic Curations. This causes arguments. THRILLGILL A regal aquatic duelist, long, slim, highly pliable, and capable of forming temporary joint-like structures throughout his body so an attack can change direction halfway through its motion. Forward. Bend. Sideways. Bend. Reverse. Extremely annoying. Supplemental respiratory membranes provide exceptional underwater endurance, and naturally he has decided the correct fighting style is fencing. He spends an embarrassing amount of time arguing with Pentacurrent about which of them is the proper aquatic protagonist. Neitherofyou. Stop. HALFSCALE [VILLAIN] A symmetrical asymmetry, with one half of the body perfectly smooth and the other lined with reversed scale-like structures. Halfscale can rapidly change which side receives force, making the smooth surface redirect attacks while the scaled surface catches movement and prevents escape; striking her slides away, fleeing her catches, reversing direction just makes her switch again. Excellent grappler. Maple-and-honey warmth. Very pleasant presence. Surprisingly violent. The pleasant part makes the violence worse. OLD FASHIONED No mutation. No strange psionics. No elaborate nodes. No impossible geometry. Just an outrageously strong purple club of a Curation who considers having an X-Factor of zero a point of pride. Everyone else has techniques and transformations and battlefield conditions. Old Fashioned walks through the technique and hits the person using it. Machinery oil, alcohol, blunt force, extremely straightforward. Easy. COMMUNION [VILLAIN] Possibly one of the most strategically valuable Curations, containing psychoactive chucklevoodoo nodes that allow nearby psionically receptive people to share sensation, emotional impressions, images, and fragments of thought. Communion can calm crowds, confuse enemies, induce hallucinations, establish psychic communication networks, and let several Curations perceive the same threat simultaneously. He can also make everyone in twenty feet experience approximately the same very distracting sensation. This is neurological. Itislegitimatebiology. He later discovers that a synchronized crowd is very easy to turn into an army. Bad. TRIDENT CLAW One rigid primary body, two smaller flexible sub-limbs, three grasping ends total. Trident Claw resembles an ancient desert siege weapon attempting to impersonate a person, with the smaller appendages handling most fine movement while the central structure provides stability and force. He grips, climbs, anchors, carries, hangs, occasionally stabs, and spends a concerning amount of time upside down on ceilings. Nobody asks him to come down anymore. LEVERAGE A compact olive bruiser whose listed statistics underestimate her mobility because most of her actual power comes from the surrounding musculature rather than the central structure. Leverage generates enormous torque by moving her whole body around a pivot, fighting through hooks, arcs, sudden telescoping bursts, and the weaponization of other people's weight. Sort of a pile driver operated by an investment firm. She begins asking whether Curations technically count as labor. STAMPede hears this. I lose control of the conversation. WAYWARD [VILLAIN] Flexible, wobbly, thoroughly untrained, and apparently blessed by physics giving up. Wayward possesses no meaningful supernatural mutation and instead survives by being so structurally loose and unpredictable that attacks expecting resistance frequently miss, restraints fail, grapples collapse, and he falls into positions nobody anticipated before accidentally escaping them. He has dodged projectiles by tripping. Statistically mediocre. Tactically infuriating. The disturbing part is that villainy does not make him more competent. It just means all of these accidents happen to us now. WEAK ARMOR Weak Armor deliberately softens under pressure, making each successful hit reduce her effective weight while increasing speed, flexibility, and evasive capability, so the longer a battle continues the harder she becomes to touch again. She fights through redirection, counterattacks, controlled impact, and intentionally accepting smaller hits to build momentum. Uhm. Yes. It is the Pokémon ability. Obviously. Iknewthat. STANDARD No X-Factor. No mutation. No bizarre gimmick. Standard is simply good: reliable strength, reliable flexibility, useful reach, useful durability, reasonable judgment. Everyone spends several missions expecting some enormous hidden reveal and eventually discovers there isn't one. This becomes the point. In a team containing psionic hallucinations, venom, living market corrections and weaponized bureaucracy, Standard is the person sent to open the door. He opens the door normally on the first attempt. Indispensable. #nsfw #bulgerating #psionics #bodyhorror #superheroes #TheCurated #BulgeSonas #Curations꧂
Investing early.
do i count as a cool hacker for logging into the hotel router and fixing the wifi cause they left it defaulted?
Better rein it in before the agents of the Matrix get a wind of your 1337 h4xxx.
Couldn’t get him to wear a shirt for the cartoon, huh.
He tangled with the design team over the allowance of the pants length and settled finally above the belt.
The fact that you got him to cover up as much as he did is nothing short of a miracle.