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i feel like Saint accidentally made everyone think that Dragon is a trans woman, thus making everyone think their rivalry only exists cause saints transphobic. uhh might delete later. I cant write :p
Also i was hit by a bus and 3 of my grandmas died so i will prolly never write again sorry gamers
you guys really liked that lineart preview so i figured id drop the first 4 pages. this is a wip comic of some lesbian robots comparing heat sinks and is shaping up to be eightish pages tops, will be done within the next 2 weeks or so!
I don't post enough about the whole demon queen/hero/hero's party dynamic. It a really ripe setting for gender angst and power play. Like... Okay. You're the hero. You're THE GUY. Everyone knows you're the guy. You can't not be the guy, it's your fate. And if you try to not be the guy, the hero, then you're letting everyone down! They'll all die! And then you have your party members. Sure... they love you, right? But do they love you, or do they love the hero? Can you confide in them? Would they run away if you asked them? Not that you would! You're the Hero! It doesn't matter that you feel some kind of void in your being. You're the Hero.
And then you get to the end, and someone offers you servitude. You would be hers, a valued possession. And you know, beyond a doubt, that it's not because you're the Hero, she's met countless others. There's something about you that she wants. And it strikes you, then and there, in her throne room, that this might be the first person who has bothered to look at you instead of your position. Wouldn't you love her for that, at least a little? Even if she wanted to break you, even if you would be unrecognizable, even if you would never even be able to disobey her, wouldn't it be freeing?
And when you realize that, you look around at your companions, scattered around the room by her power. They're looking in your direction, with faith in their eyes. They have no doubt that the Hero will reject this temptress and prevail. It doesn't even look like they're trying to get up, does it? What would their faces look like if you knelt, right now? Don't you want to see?
Good Girl feat. Actiranger Pink
Tumblr didn't like other two panels, but this one kinda stands on its own so let's try the repost.
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A direct sequel to another comic??? What is this? An Actual Story???
kissing the thirty year old trans woman can be a very rewarding task. try it some time!
monogamy is crazy to me because imagine being mad that your partner can pull. imagine your secure ideal being someone with 0 game
when your partner gets some your first impulse should be to take her out for ice cream like a dad whose daughter just annihilated her softball game
No, yeah, it's really cool that you turned out to be the rightful holder of the Mandate of Heaven, that's fantastic, but you do know that you can only cash that in to become the emperor of China if you're within Chinese borders. That's the actual hard part. There have been like 30 known people with the Mandate of Heaven in the past 15 years, they just keep getting tracked down and executed by PLA hunter-killer teams before they make it over the border. There's naval mines all across the South China Sea to catch any rightful rulers trying to sail in under the radar too. Real tough stuff.
Would have been easier a few decades ago, but there's been, what, two, two and a half trillion yuan poured into reconnaissance and R&D since then. They can pinpoint the rightful ruler of China down to a 100-mile region anywhere on the world now. Spy satellites. Hope I didn't scare you too much. If it's worth anything, I think you've got a shot. You could get on a civilian flight to Beijing and see if they're willing to tank the diplomatic hit of shooting it down. That actually might work. Nah, I'm kidding ya. Seven of them tried that and got vaporized. You're fucked.
Good idea, good idea. One rightful ruler actually did manage to get into the Chinese embassy in Bolivia, back in 2009 I think. Kinda surprised you didn't hear about it, it was all over the news. NYT front page. But no, yeah, it turns out that the Jade Emperor or whatever imperial spirit judges the magic on this kind of thing thinks embassies are kinda lame. Saw the embassy trick and just thought it was some real loser shit. Yeah. Didn't work. Seems like it's gotta be the mainland or nothing. Bad luck for that guy though. The embassy guys peeled off his skin.
There’s a new commanding officer on base.
She’s old, which isn’t that unusual for women of her rank, but she’s also covered in scars, which is much less usual. Commanding officers in this line of work don’t usually see much combat. They aren’t pilots, so they don’t end up on the front line.
This one though… You’ve heard rumors that she used to be a pilot.
You’re not sure if you believe that. Most pilots don’t make it to her age, they either die or retire. Whether they retire of their own volition or not is a matter of case. Sometimes pilots get discharged because their mech gets destroyed and they can’t handle the trauma. Or sometimes a pilot just finishes their contract and decides they’re done with combat work.
Your new Commander doesn’t seem like either of those options.
She’s there when you come back from a sortie, standing with the science and engineering crew as they disconnect you from your machine, your other half. She has an odd look in her eyes as she watches, something like pity, or… sympathy? Maybe... if she used to be a pilot... she understands what that disconnection feels like. Maybe she understands the way it feels like half of your soul gets ripped out of your body, and the way the gaping hole in your chest aches until the next time you reconnect.
Maybe her scars aren’t just scars. Maybe she carved them herself, echoes of the wounds her old mech received. You can’t help but stare back at her as you get your feet under you, shaking off the static of disconnecting. She gives you a slight nod and turns away, her large coat flapping as she leaves the hangar. You run a finger over one of your own scars, a line you carved into the outside of your arm some months ago, and you think about what it must be like for her.
A few days later you catch her in the showers. She doesn’t usually shower with the pilots, but it was late and you couldn’t sleep and you figured the warm water might ease your roiling mind and aching chest. So you catch her alone in the showers, and that’s when you see it.
She has interface ports, just like you do. But more importantly, there’s some sort of sleek metal contraption hugging her back and plugged into the ports at her neck and the base of her spine. It’s clearly permanent, the way the water runs over both flesh and sleek metal. Panels on the device pulse a gentle blue glow, and it flashes bright for a moment as your eyes roam over it. Not a moment later she turns and catches your eye.
“Pilot,” She acknowledges you with a neutral tone.
“Commander! I- sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up at this hour-” You stammer through a response, but she cuts you off.
“It’s alright, pilot. You’re entitled to these facilities as much as anyone else.” She notices your eyes still roaming over the device on her back, and a small smirk forms on her grizzled face. “And someone was bound to notice eventually.”
You flush with embarrassment but manage to step closer anyway, turning on the faucet next to her and stepping under the water. You relax a little as the warmth seeps into your weary muscles, and after a moment you speak up again.
“You… used to be a pilot?”
She gives an affirmative noise, “A long time ago.”
You see the lights on her back pulse again, and she rolls her eyes. You hear her mumble something under her breath and the lights flicker again, almost like they’re… laughing? You tilt your head slightly in confusion, and she notices the look on your face.
“Wondering about the thing on my back, huh?”
“I- I don’t mean to pry, Commander, but um… What is it?”
She lets out a very put-upon sigh, “Go on then, introduce yourself.”
You only have a moment of increased confusion before the lights on the device flash and a distinctly feminine voice emanates from it.
“Greetings, I am Integrated Mechanized Personality Construct designation U-R-D-Three.”
Your eyes widen and your mind races. She still has her IMP??? And she carries it around with her like that?? Without a mech?? How does it survive in such a device? Are they still linked? What does she feel from it? Does that aching hole-
A grunt from your Commander cuts off your whirling thoughts and you see her roll her eyes again.
“Quit bein’ stuffy. This one has had one of your kin in her head too, she knows what you all are like.”
“I-” You jolt back into the conversation and attempt a response before being cut off again by a tinkling laughter coming from your Commander’s IMP.
“Let me have some fun, won’t you love?”
Love. You catch the term of endearment and it makes your heart skip a beat.
“Your idea of fun is why I don’t usually let you access those external speakers.” She answers with a grumble.
Your mind is still whirling and your eyes keep glancing between your Commander’s face and the device on her back. Your hand subconsciously reaches up to grasp at your chest, trying to reach at the empty hole where you know your own IMP should be. You think about that term of endearment again. She glances at you and her face twists in sympathy.
“Yeah… I remember what that felt like. The gaping hole in your chest every time you disconnect. It’s why I try to be there every time a pilot under my command has to go through it. I know what disconnect syndrome feels like, I know what it does to a pilot.”
For a moment, the space is filled only with sound of the running water.
“When I reached the end of my contract, I’d spent so much time linked up with D-3 here that they couldn’t safely separate us anymore. We’d given too much of ourselves to each other, traded too many parts. Stepping out of the cockpit was one thing, but losing her presence in my mind? It would have driven me mad.”
Your hand drifts to the port in the back of your neck, fingers ghosting over the metal ring. You think about the way your IMP’s thoughts feel, intertwined with your own. It’s not hard to imagine how it could escalate to that.
“So they took her core, shoved it into this bad boy and grafted it into my ports. Then they tried to discharge me with an ‘honorable promotion’ to Commander.” She chuckles, “I don’t think they expected me to actually use the rank.”
You’re looking at your Commander, you’re looking at the device on her back… and really you only see one person. Two parts of a whole joined together. You feel tears prickling the corner of your eyes and you’re suddenly glad to be under a shower head. Your voice is quiet when you finally speak up.
“So she’s… always with you?”
Commander Orphea gives you a small smile.
“Yeah, she’s always got my back.”
it's meee I'm your guardian angel hiiiiii 😇 okay🙏 so. in about six months, you're gonna die of starvation. 🥺 and if I don't protect you, I will get: #fired! 🫢 and that is No Good 🙅♀️ hahaaa So. 🙏 I looked into causes of starvation, and it turns out: Your death is totally preventable! 😯 Uh oh! 😆 There's more than enough food to sustain you without interfering with anyone else's survival, but you're not allowed to have it! 🤨 Whaaat? 🤷♀️ Apparently, your death is premeditated by thousands of things called "shareholders." So. 🙏 I've been killing people,
What do you mean by Cass having “touch-range psychic powers”? As in tactile telekinesis, mind reading, empathic link, something like that?
This information's been posted before on this blog but I don't think anyone should feel obligated to go digging. But the short answer is yeah. Cass has touch-range Telepathy and mind-reading, empathic link stuff.
Her BROTHER (fellow clone) has Tactile TK.
Both characters were cloned from the same dead superhero who had the full suite of psychic powers (and wasn't limited to touch range either). So they're kind of both considered failures. They still got super-soldier training etc. Cass has mixed feelings about being functionally "owned" by her government. Isaac just doesn't think about it very much.
my money's on the maid, sorry
IM HUGE AND I BREATHE FIRE????
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The continuing adventures of Quiver and Robber Guy
The thought of souls out there forcing themselves to be human is so painful to me. A little thing that sweet and delectable shouldn't need to pretend their humanity.
When I broke my doll in, the genuine relief it felt at no longer needing to pretend was palpable. Even now, every moment I remind it that it is an object makes it stim, makes its eyes shoot open, makes it whimper.
Every now and then, I see one. Someone who shouldn't be human, pretending. And I feel an urge. To show it what life is like as an object. Forcibly still it. Break the mask its been holding to its face its whole life.
Some would say its cruel, to shatter one's perception of the world and make it what you think is best.
I don't care.
im so fucking scared i'm going to throw up. its not just the court decision. read this, if you dare.
In the short term, this is not as dangerous as an outright ban on estrogen. If implemented and then combined with other methods of suppressi
Unlike the vast majority of anti-trans legislation, hate groups are attempting to pass these restrictions without the public at large knowing they exist. This secrecy is far more insidious, and needs to be immediately addressed.
If you want to help, the two things that will make the most impact are SPREADING AWARENESS, and participating in PUBLIC COMMENT while it is still open.
‼️LINK TO FDA COMMENT PAGE‼️
Document: FDA-2025-P-7321
As of the time this article was written, ALL public comments were from hate groups in support of this registry. Every single comment in opposition will help.
Disclaimer: This article is very guilty of intersex erasure, despite the fact that intersex people of all ages would be affected by these regulations the same way trans women are. However, as this is the most comprehensive and direct article currently available, it should still be widely distributed, for the sake of trans women, nonbinary people, and intersex people who will all be affected should it pass.
I am deeply uncomfortable with this man's corner
