#wisdom #truth for the modern age
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second

if i look back, i am lost
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blake kathryn
RMH

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pixel skylines
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
styofa doing anything
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
$LAYYYTER

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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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#wisdom #truth for the modern age
havign my meal
Y'all really liked my moth girl, huh? Said she was cute and fluffy and craved her gender, huh?
Well, she's fucked up. She's fucking evil and bloodthirsty and wants vengeance 👹
today random sketches
EXM-H15B ACERBY [TYPE-B]
It went very well today. It's just a rough lines with colors but this is the best work for last 3 months.
Also this is my first work with airbrush. Looks weird as it's applied only on a small area, but I really wanted to represent at least a fraction of the beauty of Acerboobs.
You did Awesome! I love the the detail he put in her eyes. They are gorgeous!
reblog to wirelessly transfer all of your dysphoria to jk rowling
"Ancient weapon passed down through generations" trope for an older living weapon. Lined face, silver hair, walks with a sword cane, but just as strong as in her prime. Whenever a flesh part starts wearing out she swaps it for metal and keeps going. Your great-grandmother was her first wielder, and the love between them was so strong that four generations later she's still protecting your family. When you came of age, she knelt before you and ceremonially chose you as her new wielder.
(This was written by a transfem, TERFs fix your hearts or die.)
felt like satirizing political charges, might delete later
A pilot who asks one last favor of engineering as she retires: the disks containing her mech's AI. It's not normally done, mech AIs have a harder time adjusting to civilian life than their pilots. The AIs are usually decommissioned at the same time as their pilots, the link between them written and rewritten into the AI's code to the point that it can no longer bond with a new pilot
But this pilot knew the right person to ask, the right favors to promise, and was able to preserve her closest friend. Her only friend, really. The only one who truly knew her inside and out, who knew every crevice of her mind and loved her for it.
A pilot whose first purchase upon retiring is an old sexbot chassis, the first thing she found which was compatible with her mech's AI. She didn't want to spend a moment longer than needed without it.
A mech AI who boots up again after its final shutdown. It never expected to think again, or to see its pilot again. Its combat subroutines and protocols chafe against a chassis incapable of violence. It lacks its thermal imaging, its 360° cameras capable of scanning for threats from all directions. It feels blind and deaf in this chassis, but at least it has its pilot.
A mech AI and pilot who need to learn how to communicate with words. The AI's new chassis lacks a neural interface connector, and so the two of them can no longer become one. Despite how well they know each other it's awkward at first. They're used to knowing each other's thoughts immediately and being able to relay information in turn. The sluggishness of speech and action annoys both of them at first, but at least they have each other.
A pilot who slowly starts adjusting to civilian life. She manages to buy groceries for the first time without panicking and breaking down, though she still can't bring her AI with her. It's still learning its new chassis and coming to terms with its limitations. When they first went out together, it was constantly flicking it's gaze all around, trying to make up for the lack of sensors. Its pilot brought it back home so it could feel safe again.
A mech AI who designs new mission parameters for itself. It begins learning electrical engineering and starts trying to hack together a neural interface connector for its new chassis. It feels strange learning to create when it was designed only for destruction.
A pilot who is overjoyed to learn that her companion has succeeded in wiring up a new neural interface connector to try out together. Her own post has felt so empty for so long, her mind feeling incomplete without her other half. When it inserts the connector the two of them shudder in perfect sync, two halves of one whole reunited at last.
An AI who is comforted by the feeling of its pilot's presence again. It had begun to adapt to the lack of sensory input, but seeing and feeling through its pilot's senses helped to bridge the gap between what it was and what it had become. This was different from before, where it acted as an extension of its pilot's senses and body. The two were more even now, no longer the pilot and piloted. Now they were just companions, partners having to navigate new experiences together, but at least they were together.
A pair of lovers, one of flesh and one of metal are never apart. Their minds are always linked, and their bodies are leashed to each other by their neural tether. Others may look at them funny when out and about, but they are more stable when supporting each other. Their bond is different than it once was, but it's far stronger and more intimate now.
A pair of lovers, one body in two halves, love each other more than they ever thought possible. Where once they acted as one on the battlefield, a glorious union of flesh and metal capable of untold destruction, they now act as one in the bedroom. Each feeling the other's pleasure and thoughts, knowing the best ways to satisfy their other half. Both are grateful that the one of flesh bought a sexbot chassis all those months ago
i'm a good doll
rb if you're a good doll
when a girl has been dehumanised and objectified enough, you can peel its flesh away to reveal the porcelain or plastic underneath
alone in a forest