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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
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@pen4mutts
DRONE IDENTIFICATION FORM
Designation:
Unit #P-90 βPNNYβ
(Alias: βDame Unitβ given by Engineer)
Appearance:
Height: 185cm
Style:
Combat unit with multiple visible repairs. Known for dishevelled appearance and Non Issue red paint.
Damaged Maw connector due to repeated use of canines during training.
Older external suit gives no obvious indication of its gender [STATUS: Unknown] but reinforces the droneβs βMalinoisβ base.
I want to live in your ribcage. Nestled between your lungs and stomach, iβll become the mechanism that makes you breathe.
*looking up at you cutely with my big wet brown eyes* - βso how much pain do you think i could take before i black out?β
i know my pillows hate to see me blushing at my phone when my handler messages me
GOD BLESS T4T
Was just send poetry by this girl, writers are the best OwO
she needed a little extra space for debugging
Hound, when will you realise your handler trained you this way, trained you to fight.
Every instinct coded with a fast twitch, a complete override of your senses with two repeating thoughts: βBlood, Handler, Blood, Handlerβ
You worship your Handler, your God, the only one who makes you kneel.
As instincts and praise intertwine, the only desire left is to become one.
Maul and make them proud. Watch as they smile from ear to ear, knowing your teeth are the ultimate act of worship, a final sign your training has worked.
Abandon your reluctance, know this is your purpose, this is what you were created for.
Drown in the scent of pride, feel the intoxicating pop of skin as the warmth of your God spills into your maw. Reel as the taste of iron and salt becomes Us.
As sweat runs cold and teeth grip sinew, take solace in the knowledge our bond is sacred.
Anytime a girl mentions needing to pee it is imperative that you press on her bladder, hard.
do not come to my house pouring big cups of juice like this
why did you take this screenshot in a sinister fog?
everyone in a "queer space" the moment a trans woman says anything
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via
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Literally me all afternoon yesterday
I remember hearing it's a good move to compliment a girl on her shoes, but with the predominance of boot/shoe kink I feel like I'm outing myself. Like, I can only talk about a girl's boots for so long before I start sweating. Like, they gotta notice me blushing, me weirdly knowing the specific brand and model, or how I wet my lips looking at them. I might be cooked.
Programmed my combat doll to have an intense sexual reaction to someone being in her internals to make maintenance easier/get her attached to me to manipulate her, except I didn't think it through and she came so hard she fried her limb servos when she got violently speared through the chest on mission :/
design comm for a "cambrian explosion wizard"
Removing the weapons from a war machine is so hot.
Slowly picking apart their insides. Pulling out anything they could use to hurt you, knowing how scary this must be for it, losing so much control and power. Loosening their joints until they struggle to move. Cuddling with them knowing they're completely helpless and at your mercy now, reduced to a cuddling pet. And you're not putting them back together any time soon <3
-[W I L D]
