It Really Is Crazy That If Your Body Happens To Look A Certain Way Then Its Presence In Any Sexual Capacity

*whisperwhispermumblewhisper*

mech pilot who got separated from their mecha when their civilisation was domestication and their military got dissolved. despite all attempts to help them, they still have persistent phantom sensation from the limbs that they used to have but no longer do; constantly missing the feeling of a rifle in hands that don't feel the right size, feeling blind and deaf without all of the enhanced feedback from sensors capable of a hundred times greater acuity than their own body

eventually, however, one particular affini reads their medical file and comes up with an idea. she files a notice of intent on the pilot, then swiftly heads over to their hab and whisks them away the next morning. they don't even bother resisting; having long since given up hope that things will get better, and unable to imagine any way they could get worse

the affini takes them home and lays them down on a surgery table, promising them that soon, everything is going to feel right again. they expect nothing, presuming her to be lying to them, but they feel a great weight behind their eyes, and a moment later, they fall closed.

it feels like they've only blinked, but when they reopen them, everything is different. every sense that was missing is suddenly there again. they look down at their arms to find them just the right size; their body no longer one of flesh, but of gleaming white metal plates, pulsating with thin green lines of a material they don't recognise. it takes them a moment to realise what it is: under their metal skin are muscles and tendons made out of vines, their former optical sensors replaced with sight blossoms, and their rifle woven back together from a mixture of bark, chambered with rounds made of amber

most of all, they are no longer alone. they could feel their mech before, but it's different this time; as if the sensation surrounding them isn't quite their own, but a body that is both theirs and not. a faint, slow pulsing that shifts in time with every movement, guiding them to know exactly where to look, and what to do. moments later, they hear a voice whispering- not into their ear, but directly into their mind, just like their onboard AI used to:

"Good morning, my precious little Pilot."

video james

fullmetal alchemist art i promised i would post 🙏

Sonic obliviousness is mostly harmless... Until mixed with Omega's blatant honestly

God forbid women do anything, am I right

Decided to take a stab at these newspaper-style Lancer memes, first done by @vexwerewolf

Did it for everyone's favorite trans icon mech, the Enkidu

would it be weird to turn this into a video when I made it Lol

Just had my first game as a GM in lancer, it was a lot of fun actually getting everything to work. My group started in medias res fighting pirates that are trying to steal a ship that can make a whole planet habitable. The pirates aren't the best at their jobs, but the party made up of primarily strikers are doing a really good job at obliterating them before anything happens lol. We have: a Caliban that wants to punch people hard and shove them harder, a Peregrine (will make a review on that one later for those interested) that's built with a big sword that it swings really fast as it rockets into the ground, and around 10 auxiliary hand cannons split between two Raleighs. Needless to say I need to either provide more enemies or make the main ones more tanky.

Reblog if you're a cuddler.

Shadow is Rouge's n1 fan (and hater, currently)

+ Sonic is here literally just to be a little prick

This took so long @_@