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[over comms] Lyra here, bay 32, I've got this robotgirl in for repairs, unit uhhhh. Whatever she calls herself Nyx. Can i get a second tech out here to speed things up?
Sorry Nyx, the problem wasnt as easy of a fix as I thought but I promise I wont send you away without finding what is wrong and figuring out a solution.
But it looks like I'm going to have to do some "surgery" so to speak, and you are going to have to be awake for it so I can know for certain when I find something amiss.
Follow me over here, I'm going to attach you to this hoist via your spinal column, then disconnect your arms and legs to prevent you from involuntary damaging them or me while I work.
Hey, shhh shh shh its ok its ok i know it is scary to have so much autonomy stripped from you but its going to be ok, this part wont hurt, alright? We are just going to elevate you a biiiiit there we go. And now i'll go ahead and get to work on those joints.
[After piling the joints safely on a clean workbench, Lyra rolls over the platform to work from height, its just a few steps off the ground but it puts Nyx at a good spot for her to look down into her and investigate the upper half of her torso]
Alright Nyx, this might feel a little weird but i need you to look up at me ok? Good, good. Keep looking into my eyes, I am going to reach down and slide my hand in the open spot between your exposed neck hydraulics. I just need to find the latch to open this chest panel.
Good girl, good girl, I am sure it feels odd just give me a second to find it... should be right here, where-
Oh no. Sigh yeah the latch is fused closed, seems welded in place so that is going to take some work. Well if it's alright with you I would rather keep searching without being too destructive, yet... can you give me a nod if it's ok for me to keep looking through this section of your chest? Ok thank you. You are being so so brave right now I'm very proud of you.
Now where is- [the door to the maintenance bay swings open] about damn time. Zaniah, girl, get your ass over here and see if the lower access hatch is also welded shut from the inside.
Ok Nyx, dear, I'm going to go ahead and stick my right arm into the empty socket for your left, you understand? Good girl you're doing so so good for me, keep it up ok? I'm just going to need both arms to feel around inside of you.
Zaniah: Yeah, Lyra the hatch is stuck here too. What do you want to do?
Lyra: Nyx is it ok if she tries what I'm doing? Yes? Ok. Zaniah, go ahead and get your hands in there and see if you can find anything obvious, I'm trying not to leave any... physical scars yet anyways.
You still doing ok, girl? Hey, hey Nyx? [her eyes refocus as she's looking up and meet Lyras, the cheeks on her face plate reddening just slightly] I see. Well just let me know if we touch something that causes an unexpected reaction, ok?
[as the two women worked from either end of the suspended and helpless Nyx, the robotgirl's face continued to heat and it became increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact with Lyra while feeling both women's arms so deep inside of her, touching gently, caressing and following wires from one end to the other, getting their hands on each and every part of her insides searching softly but blindly for what was wrong]
[after some time with Zaniah's face against Nyx's navel and Lyra literally beating down her neck, both women touched hands in the very center of Nyx and laughed with each other before brushing hands again and finally finding something amiss]
Lyra: ok now what the hell is that?
Zaniah: i have no fucking idea, but i know whatever it is shouldn't be there
[Both women felt around the strange object in Nyx's core pulling at it, pushing it, trying to get a feel for what exactly it was. Nyx didn't know what it was either, but she could not even get a word out as these two women groped at the thing in her center, as her brain was completely flooded with pleasure signals. So much that it stopped her ability to speak, she would be thrashing if she could but she was completely locked in place. Lyra was too close to see the reactions on Nyx's face. This overwhelming ecstasy continued for some time while the technicians were describing what they felt. Nyx was not sure if her brain could survive this]
Lyra, pulling out: well I'm not sure what - oh fuck NYX, NYX ARE YOU OK?
[Quickly, Lyra put her hands on both sides of Nyx's face, thumbs on her cheeks, trying to get a response. She unlocks her neck so she could move her head again]
Lyra: Talk to me girly, say something. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Nyx, with a background of static and a soft vocal fry: oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccckkkkkkk
[this time it was Lyra and Zaniah's turn to blush deeply]
Lyra: A-ah. I see. I. I am very very sorry about that ahem well. Um i guess we still don't know exactly what is wrong but-
Nyx: nnnoo, i think. [static sounding shudder] i think that might have fixed me
Zaniah: Hell i think that would fix me too, I-
Lyra: Nyx if you are sure I won't hold you here against your will, I can go and and reassemble you and let you leave
Nyx: yes i- i think that would be best. But do you... do you think you two could do that to me again . Just one more time before i go?
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[over comms] Lyra here, bay 32, I've got this robotgirl in for repairs, unit uhhhh. Whatever she calls herself Nyx. Can i get a second tech out here to speed things up?
Sorry Nyx, the problem wasnt as easy of a fix as I thought but I promise I wont send you away without finding what is wrong and figuring out a solution.
But it looks like I'm going to have to do some "surgery" so to speak, and you are going to have to be awake for it so I can know for certain when I find something amiss.
Follow me over here, I'm going to attach you to this hoist via your spinal column, then disconnect your arms and legs to prevent you from involuntary damaging them or me while I work.
Hey, shhh shh shh its ok its ok i know it is scary to have so much autonomy stripped from you but its going to be ok, this part wont hurt, alright? We are just going to elevate you a biiiiit there we go. And now i'll go ahead and get to work on those joints.
[After piling the joints safely on a clean workbench, Lyra rolls over the platform to work from height, its just a few steps off the ground but it puts Nyx at a good spot for her to look down into her and investigate the upper half of her torso]
Alright Nyx, this might feel a little weird but i need you to look up at me ok? Good, good. Keep looking into my eyes, I am going to reach down and slide my hand in the open spot between your exposed neck hydraulics. I just need to find the latch to open this chest panel.
Good girl, good girl, I am sure it feels odd just give me a second to find it... should be right here, where-
Oh no. Sigh yeah the latch is fused closed, seems welded in place so that is going to take some work. Well if it's alright with you I would rather keep searching without being too destructive, yet... can you give me a nod if it's ok for me to keep looking through this section of your chest? Ok thank you. You are being so so brave right now I'm very proud of you.
Now where is- [the door to the maintenance bay swings open] about damn time. Zaniah, girl, get your ass over here and see if the lower access hatch is also welded shut from the inside.
Ok Nyx, dear, I'm going to go ahead and stick my right arm into the empty socket for your left, you understand? Good girl you're doing so so good for me, keep it up ok? I'm just going to need both arms to feel around inside of you.
Zaniah: Yeah, Lyra the hatch is stuck here too. What do you want to do?
Lyra: Nyx is it ok if she tries what I'm doing? Yes? Ok. Zaniah, go ahead and get your hands in there and see if you can find anything obvious, I'm trying not to leave any... physical scars yet anyways.
You still doing ok, girl? Hey, hey Nyx? [her eyes refocus as she's looking up and meet Lyras, the cheeks on her face plate reddening just slightly] I see. Well just let me know if we touch something that causes an unexpected reaction, ok?
[as the two women worked from either end of the suspended and helpless Nyx, the robotgirl's face continued to heat and it became increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact with Lyra while feeling both women's arms so deep inside of her, touching gently, caressing and following wires from one end to the other, getting their hands on each and every part of her insides searching softly but blindly for what was wrong]
[after some time with Zaniah's face against Nyx's navel and Lyra literally beating down her neck, both women touched hands in the very center of Nyx and laughed with each other before brushing hands again and finally finding something amiss]
Lyra: ok now what the hell is that?
Zaniah: i have no fucking idea, but i know whatever it is shouldn't be there
[Both women felt around the strange object in Nyx's core pulling at it, pushing it, trying to get a feel for what exactly it was. Nyx didn't know what it was either, but she could not even get a word out as these two women groped at the thing in her center, as her brain was completely flooded with pleasure signals. So much that it stopped her ability to speak, she would be thrashing if she could but she was completely locked in place. Lyra was too close to see the reactions on Nyx's face. This overwhelming ecstasy continued for some time while the technicians were describing what they felt. Nyx was not sure if her brain could survive this]
Lyra, pulling out: well I'm not sure what - oh fuck NYX, NYX ARE YOU OK?
[Quickly, Lyra put her hands on both sides of Nyx's face, thumbs on her cheeks, trying to get a response. She unlocks her neck so she could move her head again]
Lyra: Talk to me girly, say something. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Nyx, with a background of static and a soft vocal fry: oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccckkkkkkk
[this time it was Lyra and Zaniah's turn to blush deeply]
Lyra: A-ah. I see. I. I am very very sorry about that ahem well. Um i guess we still don't know exactly what is wrong but-
Nyx: nnnoo, i think. [static sounding shudder] i think that might have fixed me
Zaniah: Hell i think that would fix me too, I-
Lyra: Nyx if you are sure I won't hold you here against your will, I can go and and reassemble you and let you leave
Nyx: yes i- i think that would be best. But do you... do you think you two could do that to me again . Just one more time before i go?
[over comms] Lyra here, bay 32, I've got this robotgirl in for repairs, unit uhhhh. Whatever she calls herself Nyx. Can i get a second tech out here to speed things up?
Sorry Nyx, the problem wasnt as easy of a fix as I thought but I promise I wont send you away without finding what is wrong and figuring out a solution.
But it looks like I'm going to have to do some "surgery" so to speak, and you are going to have to be awake for it so I can know for certain when I find something amiss.
Follow me over here, I'm going to attach you to this hoist via your spinal column, then disconnect your arms and legs to prevent you from involuntary damaging them or me while I work.
Hey, shhh shh shh its ok its ok i know it is scary to have so much autonomy stripped from you but its going to be ok, this part wont hurt, alright? We are just going to elevate you a biiiiit there we go. And now i'll go ahead and get to work on those joints.
[After piling the joints safely on a clean workbench, Lyra rolls over the platform to work from height, its just a few steps off the ground but it puts Nyx at a good spot for her to look down into her and investigate the upper half of her torso]
Alright Nyx, this might feel a little weird but i need you to look up at me ok? Good, good. Keep looking into my eyes, I am going to reach down and slide my hand in the open spot between your exposed neck hydraulics. I just need to find the latch to open this chest panel.
Good girl, good girl, I am sure it feels odd just give me a second to find it... should be right here, where-
Oh no. Sigh yeah the latch is fused closed, seems welded in place so that is going to take some work. Well if it's alright with you I would rather keep searching without being too destructive, yet... can you give me a nod if it's ok for me to keep looking through this section of your chest? Ok thank you. You are being so so brave right now I'm very proud of you.
Now where is- [the door to the maintenance bay swings open] about damn time. Zaniah, girl, get your ass over here and see if the lower access hatch is also welded shut from the inside.
Ok Nyx, dear, I'm going to go ahead and stick my right arm into the empty socket for your left, you understand? Good girl you're doing so so good for me, keep it up ok? I'm just going to need both arms to feel around inside of you.
Zaniah: Yeah, Lyra the hatch is stuck here too. What do you want to do?
Lyra: Nyx is it ok if she tries what I'm doing? Yes? Ok. Zaniah, go ahead and get your hands in there and see if you can find anything obvious, I'm trying not to leave any... physical scars yet anyways.
You still doing ok, girl? Hey, hey Nyx? [her eyes refocus as she's looking up and meet Lyras, the cheeks on her face plate reddening just slightly] I see. Well just let me know if we touch something that causes an unexpected reaction, ok?
[as the two women worked from either end of the suspended and helpless Nyx, the robotgirl's face continued to heat and it became increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact with Lyra while feeling both women's arms so deep inside of her, touching gently, caressing and following wires from one end to the other, getting their hands on each and every part of her insides searching softly but blindly for what was wrong]
[after some time with Zaniah's face against Nyx's navel and Lyra literally beating down her neck, both women touched hands in the very center of Nyx and laughed with each other before brushing hands again and finally finding something amiss]
Lyra: ok now what the hell is that?
Zaniah: i have no fucking idea, but i know whatever it is shouldn't be there
[Both women felt around the strange object in Nyx's core pulling at it, pushing it, trying to get a feel for what exactly it was. Nyx didn't know what it was either, but she could not even get a word out as these two women groped at the thing in her center, as her brain was completely flooded with pleasure signals. So much that it stopped her ability to speak, she would be thrashing if she could but she was completely locked in place. Lyra was too close to see the reactions on Nyx's face. This overwhelming ecstasy continued for some time while the technicians were describing what they felt. Nyx was not sure if her brain could survive this]
Lyra, pulling out: well I'm not sure what - oh fuck NYX, NYX ARE YOU OK?
[Quickly, Lyra put her hands on both sides of Nyx's face, thumbs on her cheeks, trying to get a response. She unlocks her neck so she could move her head again]
Lyra: Talk to me girly, say something. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Nyx, with a background of static and a soft vocal fry: oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccckkkkkkk
[this time it was Lyra and Zaniah's turn to blush deeply]
Lyra: A-ah. I see. I. I am very very sorry about that ahem well. Um i guess we still don't know exactly what is wrong but-
Nyx: nnnoo, i think. [static sounding shudder] i think that might have fixed me
Zaniah: Hell i think that would fix me too, I-
Lyra: Nyx if you are sure I won't hold you here against your will, I can go and and reassemble you and let you leave
Nyx: yes i- i think that would be best. But do you... do you think you two could do that to me again . Just one more time before i go?
It's just in a dragongirl's nature to want to touch boobs to boobs. You don't have to be weird about it just feel em squish and embrace the hug. Maybe kiss a little. And like, some tongue action is just polite. And
well yeah astrology is inherently based in the idea that your life is entirely determined by the time of year your parents had sex and any serious (trans)feminist should discard it as nonsense pseudoscience to entertain children and nothing the hell more
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well yeah astrology is inherently based in the idea that your life is entirely determined by the time of year your parents had sex and any serious (trans)feminist should discard it as nonsense pseudoscience to entertain children and nothing the hell more
dragons kidnapping princesses is an overblown hysteria, mostly propped up by nobles whose arranged marriages fell through after their poor daughters got rescued by gorgeous dragongirls. the number of ACTUAL princessnappings by dragons per year is very low
recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing
I cannot stress enough that I fundamentally distrust callout posts, and I will distrust you if you send them to me.
Don't get me wrong: I investigate warnings, and I act on them if they're true and relevant. But callout posts are, on a very fundamental level, not about what people say they're about. There are exceptions, but generally speaking they're made for one or more of the following reasons:
OP didn't like the subject to begin with (often for bigoted reasons), and they wanted a reason, and a following, to justify and validate that.
OP wanted to gain popularity, so they made themselves look like either a victim, a hero, or both.
OP wanted to claim victim status in a private falling-out in order to preserve good standing with their own friends/their community.
OP didn't like what the subject was saying, and wanted to silence them (often for bigoted reasons).
OP genuinely just wants "revenge" on the subject, or otherwise wants to ruin their reputation and have them sent harassment.
Again, there are exceptions: there are "callouts" that just unravel a subject's lies, or point out problems in already public actions. If OP is claiming to have been personally victimized in a legitimately serious way, and especially one that indicates the subject might be a danger to others, I'm definitely more willing to believe it- one obvious example being sexual violence.
But oftentimes, callouts are incredibly personal, misleading, emotionally manipulative, blatantly untrue, or all of the above.
This person came to me on anon; I have absolutely no way of knowing what their motives are or how trustworthy they are. There is no credibility or accountability here.
And I did read the post. Lo and behold, it's riddled with emotionally manipulative language, false accusations, and the biggest reaches I've ever seen:
"DON'T READ THIS CALLOUT, IT'S SO TRIGGERING TO EVERYONE, JUST TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. But the proof is here if you REALLY don't believe me"
"Proof" is a scarce handful of screenshots taken out of context that contain emotionally evocative language, but do not support the accusations at all.
Some accusations are genuinely just weird logic leaps with no support, others are matters of personal opinion obviously driven by bigoted motives.
OP themselves expresses very publicly that they believe people who are marginalized in the ways the subject are, who speak on that marginalization, should be silenced.
I try to assume good faith here, and I want to believe this anon was just guilt-tripped and manipulated by the post in question. I don't hold any ill will here.
But anon, I want you to ask yourself:
Are the accusations you're making something you have personally investigated and found to be true?
Does this person deserve the harassment and ostracization they will likely receive as a result of your accusations?
Will you hold yourself accountable for the damage you've caused if you're wrong?
And if you're absolutely certain you're right, come off anon and talk to me as a human being; because I can't believe you're ready to be accountable for these accusations if you won't even put your Tumblr blog behind them.
I've had actual, honest-to-god callout blogs reblogging this post like "yeah I research all the claims here!! they're real and you can trust me (:" as if the entire purpose of their blog is not to encourage their followers not to check those claims themselves, not to think critically about why those claims are made in the first place, & to just rely on random strangers to tell them how to think and who to completely ostracize from potentially vital communities, support systems, and resources.
I cannot emphasize enough that if you spread "callout posts" as a fucking hobby, this post is explicitly about you.
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