So here’s a little project that I’ve been working on via Twitter! I’ve was thinking since we have different species all across the planet, why not try some but as variants of existing characters. Then they became their own thing overtime lol
Here are some notes for each species that I’ve designed below.
This is only Part 1! I will be making more of these in the future, so hope you guys like these!
Lounge knelt and watched the doorway patiently. Master hadn’t walked through it for several hours and she couldn’t move from this spot unless it was to hydrate or relieve herself.
Somewhere in the house, she could hear Master with Bedroom 1, Bedroom 2, and the new girl who had yet to be assigned a new identity. He’d spent a lot of time and money on having her brainwashed and improved, so she knew He’d be ‘getting His money’s worth’ before He decided to pay Lounge’s holes a visit.
Lounge didn’t mind though. She loved Master and understood she needed to wait for her turn with Him. Then, just like the others, she’d make sure it was the best sex of His life, as it always was for her.
“Fuzzy. Hard to think properly. Um, am I supposed to be here? Wait, where am I?”
“There’s no need to do anything strenuous like think. Here, I’ve got some medicine to help take your mind off things. Take a big gulp of this.”
“What is it? Wai-”
“That’s it… It tastes nice and sweet, doesn’t it!”
“… Sweet…”
“Good girl. Now, in a few minutes, when the medicine starts to kick in, we’re going to have another chat about your career. I think modelling is the wrong direction for you.”
“Modelling. Wrong direction for me.”
“Yes, I think it’s best that you start looking into the porn industry. You’ve always found girl-on-girl to be very hot.”
“But… I’m not into girls.”
“Not yet! And that’s what this chat is about, Donna. So why don’t you just lay back, spread your legs and let me explain what you’re into now.”
“Yes. Lay back. Spread my legs. Explain what I’m into now.”
Once a day, at exactly 2:17PM, Tabitha would stop what she was doing. She’d freeze in place, arms by her sides, chin up, eyes wide. She’d hold perfectly still, smiling just barely, and simply pause.
After about a minute (seventy-one seconds, to be precise) she’d return to whatever she’d been doing, never noticing the missing time or realizing that she’d paused. She didn’t realize it, but she never did anything that would be dangerous to interrupt at around 2:00. She’d be ready for the pause, though she never knew it happened.
Sometimes after that pause, Tabitha would have brand-new ideas about things. She never found that odd. Whatever thoughts she was having were totally normal. No reason to think too hard about them. She had so much to do, after all - keeping up with the house was a full-time job.
She remembered her old full-time job, of course. She’d been head of programming at the firm where she met her husband, Will. She’d thought Will was a strange, creepy little man at first, but that had been silly. Will was wonderful. She was madly in love with him.
That was one of the first things Will had implanted into her mind, after he’d injected her with the microneurotransmitter.
Since then, he pushed daily updates to her programming via the hub at the office. She’d quit her job, but not before giving Will a substantial raise. She’d married him. She’d dedicated herself to going from a drab, poorly-dressed office dweller to the absolute fox Will knew she could be.
In 2008 Youtuber Magibon became extremely popular, gaining millions of views on her channel. The most of her videos are just several seconds of her staring at camera and blinking. She was called an internet phenomenon, and even visited several TV shows in Japan. Read more
I work in an open plan office and my desk looks out towards the kitchenette area where colleagues prepare drinks and food.
Every day I have the pleasure of watching the female staff standing at the sink, washing their mugs and unknowingly showing off their bums. Most wear tight fitting trousers that accentuate the curve of their lovely bums.
One day a colleague walked up to the sink and she was wearing a short summer dress. The hem went down to mid thigh. She was bare legged and she was wearing sandals. Next to the sink is the fridge. I saw her open the door and crouch down to reach for something on the bottom shelf. As she did so the hem of her dress briefly lifted and I could see two bare cheeks and a black strip of material running down the middle. She was wearing a thong with a short dress! How daring!
After getting a snatched view of her peachy bum I turned my gaze quickly towards my computer screen. It was a privilege to see her bum but I did not want anyone to think that I was the office pervert!
My view of the daily bums is a pleasurable secret and I want to keep it that way.
When you leave ya gurl on read and someone new and hot slides into her DMs
AKA if I need to temporarily abandon my beloved @martymcdie88mph during a video chat, I prop up the phone because I know sweet Bill will take good care of her in my absence
The video begins with a close up of the person filming’s face staring into the camera. They’re wearing white iris contacts with black pupils, a black fake moustache, and a brown wig cut sharply into a male haircut. They begin by saying:
“Some people were telling me that some of my cosplays aren’t accurate, and you know I have almost got a million followers on this app (tiktok), so I just wanted to make sure that I’m providing you with all the content that you so crave. So I’ve done extensive research, and really put together an outfit that I think is cannon, and that I think you guys will really appreciate.”
The video quickly cuts off their voice and switches to two pictures of Mario, from the Mario Oddessy game, in which he’s wearing a white wedding dress and veil while posing dramatically.
It then switches once more to a broader shot of the person in a similar dress and veil, with noticeable fake chest hair, striking a pose. After posing for a brief moment, they fluff the dress with their hands and begin speaking to the camera again:
“Can you get more cannon?”
It then switches frames again to an even broader shot of the person from farther away in the room before they speak again:
“Do I look f*king fire?? I’m gonna wear this and I’m gonna kick bowser right in the d**k!”
They then end the video by mimicking Mario’s voice and saying “Here we go!” Before shrugging passive aggressively.
/ End Video ID /
Hey!! I did want to note in the video that they were passive aggressive in their speech as well but I didn’t know if I should include tone indicators or if adding stuff like that would ruin the joke or be overly descriptive if you get what I mean? I’m probably overthinking it and will probably add tone indicators or figure out a way to describe that they’re being sarcastic I guess? If anyone has any tips feel free to let me know I’m 100% still feeling this out.
Like for example, when the person says ‘can you get more canon?’ Or ‘so I’ve done extensive research’ etc were supposed to be sarcasm but I know there are people who rely on tone indicators so I’ll have to see if maybe I can include (/s) or “they sarcastically said x” for example to spruce it up? I’m probably also answering my own questions, whoops.
For context, the video begins with a background track from comedian Bo Burnham’s new comedy special ‘Inside’, which features a segment where he laugh’s and the audio glitches out over and over again.
The person in the video is laying down in bed, miming to the audio with an overlay of text, a format frequently used on Tik Tok.
The person first mimes the laughter with an overlay text above their head that reads “finally having the courage to come out as bi(sexual)” before fake recoiling as the audio glitches and changes the text to “GENDER”.
The person in this video is sitting down, facing to the left, and talking at their camera.
They begin by saying “It’s the 25th day of pride! Here’s your reminder;
Things don’t magically get better. [PAUSE] Sometimes you have to put in work. Sometimes, you have to let the process do what it does. Sometimes you have to speak up. Sometimes you have to stay quiet. Sometimes, you’re alone in it, but most of the time you’re not. No matter what dichotomies you face in life, just know that, it’s going to be okay. And whatever you feel like is right, is right. I love you, happy pride.”
/ End Video ID
I wanted to make this my first video description to end off pride since I took a break :^) If there’s anything I should change or a better way to set up the Video ID let me know, I wanna make it pretty spiffy looking if I can <3
He tied her down so she would be still. So that he could get a look at her.
The light tackled her, a shroud for her to wear, that pinned her to the floor just as surely as gravity ever could. He marvelled at the way it would create shadows, the shading of her musculature seeming far too sculpted, utterly surreal. She’d stared up at him for the first five minutes or so, but by now she’d settled down into something more comfortable.
He didn’t care. He preferred looking at her side on. He wanted her to be comfortable under his gaze, just this once. He wanted to see her in her natural state. The thought made him smile. Her natural state, tied and trussed, left naked on the floor for some man to leer at her. Seemed somehow appropriate, in that moment. It was always in that moment, the captured second where everything felt right, before another came along and suddenly the magic shifted.
Her eyes were closed. He wondered if she was sleeping. For a moment he thought of nudging her with his foot, but such a thing seemed distasteful. Like touching the painting in the gallery, pressing your nose up against the glass in the museum in an attempt to get even closer to history. But you were reserved, you were polite, and you kept your hands and appendages to yourself. His foot remained still.
She didn’t stir. Her mouth had opened at the beginning, as if to ask him what the point of all this was, but the words had died in her throat, murdered by her better judgement. He had purpose in his eyes, and that was enough to deter her from questioning his motives. He stared, and she was stared at.
It was only later, once he’d untied and dressed her, and they were resting on the sofa together, that she asked him what it was he had wanted from the scene. He hadn’t said anything, for the longest moment; the television show had changed by the time his lips had fallen open, and he hadn’t looked at her when he spoke.
“I needed to know.” His eyes narrowed, a hesitation as he searched for the words. “If you were right.” Each word fell with a deliberate rhythm. She frowned, before tilting her head to the side.
