21B got way more popular than I thought they would so hi. it’s me. Here’s some tidbits
Once, when you were eating a snack, they tried to mimic the action of eating. theyre ended up just causing a mess in their core and it was your job to clean it out. again
theyre a lot like a bird. their whirs serve as their trills and they make gentle beeping noises as a chirp. in particular I’d liken them to a shrike bird in behavior, but note if you look up shrike birds you will see animal gore due to their distinctive habit of spearing prey on spikes
i didn’t describe their appearance much in the originalpost so I’ll describe it here. they have long, long legs. Their overall coloration is a deep, reflective gray with the little red paint they haven’t scraped off decorating their chest, thighs, and shoulders. The paint has a pattern resembling veins, now because of how they scratched it. it used to be sleek and smooth, 2 lines on each side. Their head is a bit like a forward facing pyramid. it’s thin and sharp. very birdy
cockpits resemble a coffin in shape. the surrounding core varies in shape, but I imagine it like a heart or stomach.
despite their lack of dialogue in my original drabble 21B very much can talk. it’s just not common. the first time they talked it was when you were out late on patrol, high up by some radio towers. it’s very monotone of a voice, their voice box isn’t a priorty feature , but whether it’s masculine or feminine is up to interpretation. they said you were great company. By the way they are basically as tall as a radio tower.
in terms of world building, metals are currently incredibly valuable to the government. in the midst of a war they’ve scrapped commercial cars for more parts for mechs. streets are empty
mechs are harddrived to be patriotic. its so they don’t go rouge and if their pilot has doubts about their actions, and they usually do, the mech can coerce them back on the right path.
pilots die young. not surprising, but because of that people are just being chosen now from off the street. their training comes later
having an intense, codependent bond with a mech isn’t very weird as a pilot. to be honest it’s expected . It varies a lot, sometimes it’s familial, the mech viewing their pilot as fragile, hands guarding their steps out their core as if it’s their first. sometimes it’s platonic, friends never separating from their side, their pilot about to burst out giggling when the mech whirs a whisper near their ear. And romantic bonds, and that’s 21B.
What separates 21B is firstly, their willingness to show how far they’ll go for you. Mechs are also supposed to not go out of their way to harm humans, or the humans they view as the “good” team.
21B would have been put down a long time ago if the government was not desperate for mechs right now
if you’re into vore this one’s for you because 21B will never say I love you but they will say that they wish they could eat you proper, a shame they can’t make you one with them without digestion. so basically the same thing
note they do hold highly acidic “veins” in their system. so if they really wanted to they “could” they’d just have to rip and break a lot of metal
okay thank you :) I’m very happy people enjoyed 21B.
sorry it’s weird stuff hour. setting where magic necromancers are a high paying job but the problem is they have to fish out the mangled (and oddly intact?) bodies from dragon bellies to revive people
hellooo I just wanted to say I really liked your yandere mech drabble! v. intriguing....
thanks! i was surprised at all the attention i really thought at most I’d get like a few notes and that’s it. i write half baked ideas lol
if you don’t mind me rambling a little, the main thing that inspired it was me wanting more like. gross? yandere stories? or i guess less romantic ones. romantic doesn’t really feel like the right word for a yandere story of all things though
anyways don’t get me wrong, the romantic and flowery yandere stories have their place and they’re wonderful. but they feel a little too soft for what they could be, if fully explored.
i don’t think i explained myself well , but I hope you get my point lol
something something not realizing your mech is really really into you
being a pilot means the person shares one connection with a mech, special to those two only. for a typical pilots career, they’d usually have a maximum of three mechs worth of experience. a big majority stay with their first mechs for the entirety of it.
however. the only time that they're truly disconnected from their mech is when the pilot dies, but that's exceedingly rare. mechs usually are destroyed in combat with them.
The mech, 21B, is an extreme outlier to this. they're infamously stubborn, refusing to follow orders from both headquarters and their own pilot.
getting too carried away in battle, losing their pilot to a well placed hit to the core, and careless moves on the mechs part.
the struggle of 21B refusing to defend their core was a running issue.
for some unlucky pilots, 21B ground their new pilot to a paste the second they get inside. refusing to be cleaned or fixed by shutting the janitors or mechanics out of their core. they never even showed remorse for it.
the prospect of mechs killing humans isn’t new. an affectionate mech can easily crush their pilot within their core or hands, or an ill-timed step in the right direction can crush multiple civilians at once. blood has always been in the machine, it’s just cleaned up.
what made 21B stand out, was the sheer number that they’ve killed.
and that's the exact one you got for your first time piloting.
they said "opposites attract!" as if that'd make you feel better at the looming shadow cast by the giant mech right outside the window.
you sign the usual contracts, not being liable for your death, who to give your items to… and an nda.
the moment you entered them, you realize cleaning this mech was done quickly.
you can still smell the stench of iron, and you're half sure the brown spots in the corner of their inner walls are old blood. you don't want to ask what the chunk of red is on the right.
blaming the janitors feels illogical. you'd want to leave a mech that's crushed multiple people as soon as possible too.
this might be a death sentence, a sacrificial lamb given so they'd have more time to recruit other pilots more qualified for 21B.
the low hum of the entrance closing shut feels less like a promise of safety and more of a omen of foreboding injury.
the walls start to close in, metal rattling. you feel trapped, moving against the entrance. it closes in, further, further, further, your lungs feel tight. you don't think you're standing on your own anymore. the weight of the ceiling leans in against your skull.
and just as you think you're about to be crushed, 21B’s core walls retreat.
in a moment of shock and disbelief, you realize it felt more like a dog sniffing a new person. was that what they were doing?
piloting them at first was difficult. to be expected, since this mech has a streak of stubbornness.
refusing to move, diving straight into battle the moment their core was struck without allowing you to pilot. once, they didn’t let you leave for 20 minutes overtime.
but what you didn't expect was that a month in, you're told that you're the longest to have piloted 21B.
it just dropped you into a rabbit hole of realizing just how many people came before you. you couldn’t find out their names, the company refused to say.
how many people touched those same handles? how many people sat in that exact seat? how many people were crushed in that same position?
that same day, you spot a janitor coming in for the mechs monthly clean. the entrance to their core shut right behind them. it stayed that way for what felt like too long. muffled low sounds, and clicking of mechanisms. until it went quiet. and eventually, it opened again.
only with a warm, red, mushy mess sticking to its core.
immediately rushing over, you're staring at the person inside your mech.
they're is completely indecipherable, organs mixed with muscle and muscle melded with brain and fat sizzling from the heat of the metal. only a half crushed eye ball laid staring at you accusatorially.
you try not to think about that moment.
youre tasked with cleaning the janitor. you think they just hate being cleaned, and you're half sure they might kill you otherwise.
instead, you're met with a clicking sound. like awkward purring, trying to imitate an avian but failing and sounding uncanny.
you're able to clean them successfully. thoroughly, even. you try to take it as a sign of trust. you're told you're the only one allowed to clean them now.
you tried to take it easy for a week after that.
instances that felt like opening up became more frequent.
on the home front, they’d occasionally rub their front plating against your cheek. like a dog. this would expose their charging port that sat behind their helmet, between the junction of their head and neck.
you just stared at them.
21B did an imitation of a human pout in response.
surprisingly, 21B gained an affinity for music. specifically, vocaloid music. whenever they’d do something right, or you’d finish a battle, you’d play hatsune miku. they’d respond with the weird chirping.
at some point, 21B refused the attention of mechanics, and threatened the treatment of the janitors on them. the mechanics quickly alerted you. this is how you were forced to learn how to fix mechs professionally.
it was a very expensive course since it wasn’t included in your pilot training. the only thing you got was the very basics for when you’re out on the field and need the mech to be fixed stat.
but 21B seemed appreciative. and you liked that feeling of them learning to trust you.
at least they weren’t intentionally killing people anymore. and, they even only snap at other pilots! 21B doesn’t even grab their arm anymore.
not to mention, the other pilots would call on you when they needed help on their mech, and they couldn’t find a mechanic.
you got paid in your snacks of choice, so it was worth it.
when piloting the mech, some days they would just let you have the reins, for the whole fight.
the first time that happened, you baked cake with your other pilots to celebrate.
they thought it’d be hilarious to write “pretty pretty please keep being a therapist to your mecha!!” in the worst font ever.
it’s become a running joke of just calling you a therapist instead of a pilot among you all.
furthermore, in battle, 21B would cooperate with you. you’d move agile, notice weak points and get the enemy trapped, and they’d land hits and kicks. the core rarely got hit anymore.
21B wouldn’t even hit the other pilots’ mechs when they insulted you jokingly! they would just lightly push. a great improvement.
they refused to let you walk them back to base. 21B insisted that they walk themselves, but it wasn’t in battle, so you let it stay.
however, an issue remained. when in grave danger, they wrench control away, forcing your hands away from the handles.
this was using the imminent threat of your wrists being crushed by thick plates of metal closing in.
sometimes, they’d even forcibly run away from battle, holding you back. you chastised them for this, of course. you wouldn’t even dare to play music for them.
what caused these bouts of rebellion ranged, from a severe beating to a minor brush of the core.
these were thought to be small ticks, steps towards a taming of sorts. everyone else around you supported this, either out of fear or genuine admiration.
it’d look great on your resume. you piloted one of the most stubborn mechs in the industry, the 21B, and managed to make them heed to your call.
but, you could also just stay with 21B. you could continue working with them. they could be the mech you work with until you retire or die.
in november, you made a breakthrough.
in the silence of the night, you tiptoed out of the sleeping quarters. out from the hallways of the cafeteria and into the hangar, where the mech 21B laid.
a low hum started up, a sign of the mech awakening. the eerie white glow from their “eyes” illuminated your destination.
motioning with your hands for 21B to stay quiet, you gently pull the charging cord out of their port. they watch you intently.
you wouldn’t think a giant metal robot with behavior issues would be able to stay quiet in the 12 am november cold, but here you are.
you made it out of the hangar without a sound.
staring into the night sky, you pointed out constellations and stars important to humanity. met with soft clicking, you assumed they enjoyed this. the warmth of their core was pleasant,
21B didn’t take control at all, letting you walk them back to base.
when you got out, they raised up their sharp metal hand, and lowered it down to your height. a clawed finger rubbed the top of your head.
you really thought you made an improvement.
it was a battle everyone was deployed for.
swords snapped, arms crushed, metal pushed inwards. you were now on the front lines, a few coworkers fixing their own mechs halfway just so they could get back in there.
you move the handle to go forward. 21B goes backwards. you try again. same result.
you can help, you can turn the tide if you just enter the fight for a little longer. 21B is in good shape, they’re able to attack.
21B refuses. before you really even know it, they’ve already started threatening you like when you first met them. metal turned close to your stomach and neck.
headquarters calls, it’s automatically rejected. you speak for a moment when another pilot tries to ask, before its ended and metal moves in closer to your throat.
your vision is obstructed. you can only assume 21B is running away, thumping rattling the entire mech. you can hear the fight, still. it doesn’t sound like the pilots are winning.
you still don’t know where you are. it’s been an hour since you stopped hearing the sounds of wildlife, and even longer since you heard the fight. all sounds from outside are muffled and pressured.
it’s hot in the core. 21B is still working on overdrive, despite obviously not being in danger anymore. it’s like they’re scared.
oxygen feels sparse. you can barely even move with how tightly the metal surrounds you. a minute feels like a lifetime. you can’t check in with base, 21B doesn’t let you.
you drum your fingertips. the mech whirs stronger in response.
it’s so quiet. you can hear your own body, your stomach digesting your lunch and your bones cracking in the little space where you can move it.
humidity rises. you wonder when life support will kick in. you’re not really thinking about anything, because there’s nothing to see.
at some point, you can hear the sounds of some sort of aircraft. it picks up 21B, who responded with harsh trashing and roars of disapproval. it simmers out into a growl of disappointment.
a voice loud enough to pierce through thick metal sheets and wires is heard. it tells you that you’re in the hangar. that they’re trying to get you out of 21B.
you sigh. and, that they’re waiting for 21B to run out of power so they can force you out.
in total, it took an excruciating week for 21B to lose all power, including life support. and you were awake for a majority of it.
the second you exited you were greeted with hugs from coworkers, and an actual meal. life support does not provide good meals. it was your favorite food. other pilots survived the original fight, but ended up with scarring.
but as you left, you stared at the powered off 21B, mechanics moving to charge them. you’d probably be back to work tomorrow with little to no acknowledgment from the company of this.
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eugh literal drabble I wrote in an hour while looking off at my wall. this might be total dog water but if not, yay!!! hopefully it doesn’t sound like this
i kinda got carried away idk if this constitutes as yandere anymore.
a few years ago i distinctly remember thinking “man i wish there were like. fem centered equivalents to those games that center male audiences but not quite like shoujo. keep the degeneracy from those types of series but delegate it to the men”
i wanna take that one horse girl racing game and gender bend it. I liked the idea too much for the world building . also like how come the cool animal human races are always only girls like give me men. women who are the protagonists and act as trainers hell yeah
i story boarded a comic for that once but then i forgot that it was supposed to be surface level yandere stuff
i then found myself making a story about discrimination in sports and people ruining others successes out of jealousy and admiration so i decided to not let myself touch my degenerate anime inspired ideas
i once thought about monster girl encyclopedia and everytime i think about it i remember the “all art is political” statement.
when concepting a genderbent more Yandere coded version of mge i thought about how women are supposed to act within marriages how men feel that women are owed to them and when denied that they become obsessive weird and uncomfortable to be around.
and that lead me down the rabbit hole of mge being political in of itself because despite its many misogynistic comments on its wiki the women are still often dominating men.
I’m not nearly as smart to dissect this properly but I think it still shows how men and really everyone feels kind of restricted by the heteronormative cisgendered society .
but mge still has undertones of men still having a sort of ownership over women. their obsession drives them to still be subservient to men. and also obviously the overt pedophilic characters too
but anyways women/fem aligned oriented stories about men in the same light as degenerate manga would go hard
a few years ago i distinctly remember thinking “man i wish there were like. fem centered equivalents to those games that center male audiences but not quite like shoujo. keep the degeneracy from those types of series but delegate it to the men”
i wanna take that one horse girl racing game and gender bend it. I liked the idea too much for the world building . also like how come the cool animal human races are always only girls like give me men. women who are the protagonists and act as trainers hell yeah
i story boarded a comic for that once but then i forgot that it was supposed to be surface level yandere stuff
i then found myself making a story about discrimination in sports and people ruining others successes out of jealousy and admiration so i decided to not let myself touch my degenerate anime inspired ideas
ahh monster instincts vs their mortal /human partner... sighhh..
spider girlfriend who restrains herself from literally eating you because spiders eat their mates... like getting her claws just a little too pointed against your stomach and waist just to pull away, her mouth just a little too watery against your neck ect ect...
ever since i saw a post about elves being more beastly I've never been able to get over their appearance of being so noble in contrast with things like them being strict carnivores or something. anyways constantly trying to keep up the appearance of being a composed noble being and trying not to scare their partner or crush away . because they want to give a mangled bird they hunted by instinct as a gift really badly or something.
slimes having the urge to absorb everything they like into their own slime. but they dont so they just kind of have to sit there. with you. just so happy without ever being able to express what they feel is the true way of showing how they love you
making yandere stories has so much potential i fear. unfortunately i like writing them. so here’s some pairs that are basic but they’re in the back of my mind
most basic one but. mc who looks disheveled, awkward, and overall like the person who would be the yandere. but no it’s actually the other person who’s more open and social
typical yandere harem with an mc that is pretty disinterested but in the midst of the fighting it slowly starts to get homoerotic and or romantic within the yanderes and mc slowly gains interest in the others. mc and yanderes just start a polycule together.
yandere who desperately wants to get into the same college as artist mc so they start trying to hone their skills to get at the same level as mc
yandere computer / computer being thing that just slowly starts following mc around using any tech. following them through security cameras popping up using note pad to talk. calling them thru their phone to get their attention and talking using text to speech. using mc’s music software to mix and mash words together.
similar vein but worker mc who has to deal with the giant yandere server in their office and server is unbearably lonely. digging into their ankles with wires , the giant cooler blowing stronger when mc is about to leave
Yandere radio tower. the light is really their eye just blinking. they like staring but they get awkward if mc approaches them.
the electronic ones can be thought of as humanized btw
yandere who keeps trying to show off and impress their crush subtly and their crush continuously keeps taking it the wrong way and thinks the yandere hates them (yandere has no idea)
hello i think unicorn monster people are so underrated because they’re supposed to be all innocent. kind. yk pure whatever purity whatever and they’re all repressed. and they meet a human and it immediately goes down the gutter. they’ve strayed what would their herd think!!! instead of staying within the forest they’re constantly exposing themselves near the village just so they can see their human!! they just can’t help themselves they’ve never felt this way before . dragging their spiraled horn across the human’s shoulder, clutching their arms within their trembling palms .
