@OctaviaConAmore fuck yes lol - I’m ngl I think that was the right decision

A Realm Reborn’s main story is what you would get if you told ChatGPT to generate a 30-hour fantasy shounen with as many fetch-quests as possible

@h3mmy @mindpersephone ooh that sounds really interesting!

dronification is on the periphery of one of my kinks (mind control) so I encounter it a lot (not to mention all of the Fedi beings I see posting about it) and I’ve always been curious about it

I think the latex aspect might have something to do with wanting to distance yourself from your own body or at least your own skin. maybe it’s about feeling pure and clean - or maybe it’s about the latex pressing in on you, like a weighted blanket

I’m pretty sure the mental changes are about wanting to escape your own mind: you won’t have any more anxiety or depression or etc. and can instead just feel a constant mindless bliss as you follow simple unambiguous instructions (this is the part that overlaps with mind control, of course)

but then there are the aspects of losing your identity and distinctiveness, becoming an interchangeable part of a swarm, and converting others to that swarm. and those are aspects that I don’t really understand (also the permanence of drone conversion is just very extreme to me and it surprises me that this is almost always a part of the fantasy)

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@mindpersephone oohh as someone who doesn’t really understand the appeal of dronification, this is fascinating. I really want to see where this goes

“I… I’d like to oo join… You” I stammer nervously to the drone, it’s standing at the reception desk motionless, sleak black skin, balancing on tip toes with out any apparent effort. It’s face like a smooth obsidian carving, no hair, just a complicated looking arrangement of vents and ports where it’s mouth would have been,
“Do you have your driving license or passport?”
“Yes” I nod in confirmation, holding up my passport,
“Down there please. Door with the lights on. “ the drone standing at the front desk says. Indicating with its hand, its voice like an early 90 voice generation system.

I walk down the sleak white corridor away from the reception desk, the walls glossy smooth like plastic coated rather than painted. No one else is around, no drones, no people, no sound, just my shoes on the hard floor.

Up ahead I see a door frame glowing a rotating rainbow of lights. I smile. I’m nervous but also excited, like walking up to a new lover’s door for the first time.

Unlike the other white doors I’ve passed the one with the lights on is open when I get to it. A small room awaits, a little table with a keyboard and a screen on the left but that’s it. I walk in. The door closes behind me and the computer screen lights up.

Welcome displays in big letters for a few seconds before being replaced with Do you wish to join us? a blinking text prompt under it, like a console window.

I type yes on the keyboard. It doesn’t change, I realise I need to press enter.

Are you sure you wish to become a drone in the European hive?

I type yes again. Pausing a moment before pressing enter. Am I sure I want this? I slam my finger down on the enter key, yeah I’m really fucking sure.

Please enter your name

I type in my name, it then asks for my date of birth and passport number.

Please confirm you wish to give up your humanity and become one of us? Confirm you understand there is no coming back from this. The procedure is irriversable.

I type yes again. I smile as I tap the enter key. I hear something behind me. A hatch has opened in the wall. I glance back at the screen, Place your clothes in the box I gulp realising that the drone I’d seen on reception was technically naked. I pull my clothes off and shove them in to the hole in the wall along with my shoes. My underwear goes in last. I feel a little nervous as I turn back to the screen completely naked.

I hear the box close behind me, then another one open. Place your passport in the box I turn and do so. It feels much more final than typing yes on the keyboard. This is me giving up the record of myself. I take a deep breath before letting go of the paper, card, and electronics that to the governments of the world proves that I am who they thought.

Welcome to the hive 860523 I smile again, “Eight six zero, five two three” I say to myself reading the number off the screen. The wall next to me, opposite the door slides up.

There is a step up to a platform below a rail system. A cart hangs from it, over the platform. Two padded cuffs, one on each side facing the room. Place your wrists in the cuffs. They will close automatically. This will begin your processing. I look at the cart there is a bar to hold on to as well as the cuffs. Given the track extends last the platform I guess I’m going to be dangling from this.

I reach up and grab the bar. The cuffs close and lock with a satisfying click. The platform drops under my feet leaving me dangling. The lights in the room go out, leaving me in the dark as the cart moves.

form-fitting bodysuits are so hot tbh. you can be fully clothed and still look practically naked, and the bodysuit can draw attention to just the right parts, and tantalizingly obscure others

I’m not into latex at all but I think I get it because in a way latex is just a shiny bodysuit

@1 ohh thank it for teaching me about Carbón de Reyes! I had never heard of it before but it looks tasty

from the picture I assumed that it was some kind of burned sugar or sugar-coal mix and I was so curious how that would even be edible lol. the truth is so much more interesting