call sign: poppy

[poppy-the-hound]

Hey im Poppy

I'm the author behind poppy the hound and the block call sign poppy. When I created the block I was unsure if I should tell a story or just post funny haha things about mecha and mechsplo and in the end I thought why not both? And so the blood red hound was created. The blood red hound is a story about a young hound named brigitte that is just called by her call Sign poppy by her colleagues and her handler. Even though her handler would never admit it she is deeply fascinated by poppy and maybe in more interested then just making sure she fufills her mission but if those roomers are true and why the unit decided to keep her after her exidence are things I won't tell you you have to figure it out yourself ;3

And with no further ado, thank you for reading this and my blog in generell we will see eachother in the future and until then.

Good luck pilot and to all hounds reading that: you are a good hound *click*

Supplemental:

Brigitte is disabled and not able to walk. The author is ablebody but I have my deeply personal reasons for making this decision and a connection to the wheelchair community that I won't elaborate further

[poppy-the-hound]

Having Musik playing while you are on a mission is peak.

There is nothing better than listening to a calm piano while calibrating your rail gun for the perfect shot

Ore some good jazz while loading your artillery and tipping coordinates in the target computer

Ore somedeath metal while ripping through your enemy's armour with a chain axe to leave nothing behind but dead metal.

[poppy-the-hound]

You're a hero they say

An angel even

At least is that what they tell you, but you dont see it

They say you bring hope, they say you bring peace

But you dont see purity, you dont see light

In your eyes you bring nothing but death and destruction

You see darkness, you see corruption

And when you descend from the heavens above, the orbit.

You may not be a mortal

But the only thing that sets the fallen angels like you apart from the Demons that you fight is that you fight for the freedom of your people

But in the end there are no such thing as angels

Only monsters and Machines

[poppy-the-hound]

Cleaning your rifle is fun

Until your handler interrupts you by pushing you against the wall of your quarters.

Until her hand closes around your throat and her other hand slides under your shirt.

Until you end up on the ground with her towering over you while she's trying to get rid of your belt and then your pants.

Until your hands are pinned over your head and the barrel of your anti material rifle ends up inside if you while you're whining and desperately trying to get it deeper.

Untill your screams as and moans fill the entire kennel and you hear the other hounds howling and scratching on the walls because they want to be next.

Actually, cleaning your rifle is always fun

[poppy-the-hound]

The melody of the elevator makes you nervous, you were only told to meet with your handler.

The door opens and you roll out.

You follow the long hallway, it feels strangely quiet until you reach a heavy steel doore.

With a hiss the door opens and on the other side you find the shooting range, completely empty besides your handler and a table.

"good morning, you are late"

Your handler turns around to you and lights her cigarette.

" I'm sorry ma'am the heat is unbearable I couldn't sleep this night"

She rices her eyebrow

" we are having a heatwave for several days.... How much did you sleep since last week"

You check your vital monitor and see an average of 4h

" I have an average of four hours ma'am"

Your handler sights

"we will install an AC unit in your room after we finished here now on the table"

You roll up to the table and on it are several weapons, a handgun, a rifle and something that's covered with a blanket.

"what's this ma'am? I already finished my firearms training"

"yes you did and you were... Unremarkable but I want to see your performance with my own eyes. Handgun first"

You grab the handgun take your place in one of the booths and lock your brakes.

You activated your hearing protection and the safety clicks

Five shots, three hits.

"good, the rifle is next"

You put the handgun down and grab the rival, it's an old design, a lever action.

"I never used a rifle before, is this all necessary?"

"yes, I want to test something to maybe optimise your combat capabilities"

You take aim and make your first shot, and another one, and another one.

5 shots, 5 hits

"very good. Now the last one"

Your handler pulls the blanked down and you see something that you can only diskripe as a huge sniper rifle.

"that's an anti tank rifle. It's able to penetrate even the armour of mechs"

She hands you the rifle, it's heavy as hell. You place it on the bipod.

"here. You only have one shot, neutralise the target"

She hands you a huge bullet. After you load it you feel the room vibrating and moving. A huge door opens on the back of the range and you see a full size mech in the distance.

You can't make out the model but you see it moving, it moves towards you and it's fast.

"obe shot, moving target"

She turns around. Your heart beats fast, your head hurts and your vision starts to get blurry, you are not prepared for that.

Take aim, your hand shakes.

Take a deep breath.

*bang*

The familia ring in your ears calms you a bit. The mech that runs directly at you collapses and folds like a house of cards.

your handler writes something down before turning around and sniping her cigarette away.

"good job. You can keep it, it's yours now. Get to know it a bit more you will need it in the future"

[puppygirl-sage]

I find it really interesting how well some mechsploitation writing captures the feeling of a machine being an extension of the body.

I'm a full-time wheelchair user and can say from experience, it *is* my legs. After a while the brain just registers it as part of you.

If something is damaged or calibrated wrong, it feels like walking with a limp. Unusual noises feel like they're coming from your joints. It's deeply intimate and sometimes unsettling when someone reaches into the mechanisms you can't see to adjust something or make repairs.

While obviously it has no sense of touch, someone laying their hands on it feels deeply personal, and invasive if they do so without permission.

Even when I'm not in it, seeing people handle it feels strange, like an out-of-body experience seeing someone handling your limp form.

I can't stay in my chair all the time. It doesn't recline and has little padding so I get sore after long periods, and my country is also quite bad for wheelchair access. With help and a cane I can walk very short distances and transfer to a regular chair. But it's a strange kind of nakedness and helplessness without it. I've seen no better description of that feeling than the way pilots are portrayed outside of their mechs.

[poppy-the-hound]

I know this feeling in some way even if I will probably never experience it in the way others do.

[poppy-the-hound]

You hate it when the hangar crew works on your mech.

I mean it's fine when the repair damage or change some worn out parts or something like this.

But argh why do they have to touch your weapons?

Your howitzer is specially modified and calibrated, it's a tool of precision and things like this shouldn't be touched and "maintained" by someone who has no idea about how they are supposed to work.

"calm down hound"

The voice of your handler cuts through the silence accompanied by the sounds of her heavy boots

She comes up to you and lays her hand on your shoulder while lighting a cigarette with the other hand.

"I can feel your tension from outside of the kennel"

She looks at your mech and then at you, then at your wheelchair

"you don't like that they touch your machine? It's a part of you and you don't like to watch them working on it and touching it without you having any saying in it right?"

You nod

"well you It doesn't suprise me. The last time someone tried to repair your wheelchair without your permission the poor soul ended in the med bay if we remember right"

You nod again eyes still locked on the crew that slowly rises the platform to inspect your cockpit.

shes right. you hate everything about it, its not about your whapons even if you hate it that you have to recalibrate them every. its about some touching something thats a part of you without your consent or controlle.

" I will probably never understand how you feel but I do understand that this is difficult for you"

She grabs her comlink and sets it to the hangar crew frequenc

"maintains crew seven stop immediately. Hound poppy is on her way into the hanger, from now on all maintenance jobs will require her approval or supervision understood?"

She turns towards you

"grab your skeleton and show them how it's done hound that's an order"

Your eyes light up and you instantly roll over to your exoskeleton. You put it on stand up and go into the hangar.

Your handler stays behind looking at your wheelchair.

"it's a part of you, an extension of your body. I wonder how this feels."

She walks over and is about to lay her hand on your wheelchair before she hesitates

"no, I shouldn't."

[poppy-the-hound]

Service announcement to all hounds, handlers and the hangar crew.

We have measured temperatures above the comfort level of most humans outside the hangers. Please be advised to avoid leaving your home or the hanger if not necessary, use sunscreen, protect your head from direct sunlight and most important

STAY HYDRATED

The medical personnel recommend drinking at least 1,5l to 2l per water per day. Water means no Softdrinks, juices or energy drink! It means only water or unsweetened tee.

Stay healthy pilots note: yes you can have your sportsdrinks but also drink watter

[poppy-the-hound]

Happy pride month to all my little hounds and handlers. Put some pride flags on your mechs and uniforms, bite some bigots and take this muzzle from your hound and finally kiss her we all know you want it

[poppy-the-hound]

My honest problem with mechsploitation is the lack of care. Yes a big part of mechsploitation is degradation and braking someone but still a good handler cares for her hound. Listen here handler, pat her head, kiss her forehead, tell her that she did well. Make her happy and show her love she is your hound after all

[poppy-the-hound]

Your mind is foggy but your eyes are clear

You see your target right in front of you and the only thing that holds you back is the voice of your owner in your ear that feels like a Leah's around your neck

You feel weird, dizzy and like you're stuck in the wrong body

Your handler told you she wanted to test something as she ordered you to get into another mech, a mech that's totally different to your heavy artillery platform

Even if you hate the neural interface and normally only use it for your exoskeleton she ordered you to link to the mech

You tried to argue with her but her hand around your neck made you regret it instantly

So you followed her orders

It feels weird you feel like you are not yourself and the stimulants that are added to your oxygen supply don't make it any better.

"Target in reach, attack!"

Those are the magic words you were waiting for, you take a deep breath and your head starts to hurt from all the fumes and what ever they give you but then it feels like a switch was triggered.

You grin, your afterburner rawr as you sprint towards your enemy, the hostile mech is way taller than you, a single blow could end you in the med bay or in a box.

He turns around and all he can see is a black and white mech sprinting towards him. You jump slamming your head in his chest.

He stumbles backwards, Trying to take aim at you but he is not fast enough

You only carry light weapons with one exception.

The huge sword You carry cuts his arm clean off, Your second strike cost him his leg

You push him over and place your foot on his chest

You breath heavy, staring down on your prey. He raises his second arm but you just grab it and rip it clean off.

"don't play with your food hound" you growl and grab your blade tight and lift it over your head.

You bury your sword in his chest. As you pull it out you can see something red dripping from your blade.

It's the last thing you add before you lose your consciousness.

Your first blood

[poppy-the-hound]

why are you lesbinam? :3-

Because you are cute <3

[poppy-the-hound]

Being out of ammunition while fighting in a city is a great opportunity to show your opponent why trains are better then cars

Especially if they are used as nunchucks

Cho cho mother fucker

[poppy-the-hound]

Teasing her by calling her your little hound in a lovely voice just to pull her down on her knees by her leash and place your boot on her thighs.

Then grab her muzzle to force her to look at you and start to praise her because she's just such a good girl for you

Edit: this post blew up so hard oh my god I totally underestimated the power of subby trans girls

[poppy-the-hound]

You feel her whole body weight on you while the cold metal of her muzzle presses against your neck.

Your hands are pinned over your head while you both lay on the ground.

You did not expect your first meet up to go like this

But under your fear because the other hound towering over you and the embarrassment because your new handler just looks down at you in amusement you feel something else.

You want more of this.

There is a name written on the other hounds jacked, it's Momo. Written in the same place where your jacket shows your call sign but you can see something else as well.

An olive branch, the same Symbol you are wearing. It's the symbol of your handler.

She continues her desperate attempts of finally reaching your neck.

You can feel her hot breath and smell her scent, she smells strange sometimes about her scent makes you feel more and more dizzy.

You stop fighting back and give in, you start to enjoy it.

You can see the shade of your handler appear behind her before she gets pulled back by her collar.

"Oh dear you two are just too cute together, how about you two get to know each other a bit better?"

Your handler takes off her muzzle before letting her lose again

"don't brake your new friend Momo, we need her"

And with these words the kanel dore slams shut.

[poppy-the-hound]

Written from the perspective of your handler shortly after you sinished base training:

You were handed a foulder with the documentation about the new hound that was assigned to you as a handler, the second one of this batch.

Hound number: 09270126

Name: brigitte [][][][][][]

Call sign: poppy

Specialisation: mobile light artillery

Medical informations:

Height: 1.8m (standing)

Weight: 115 kg

Bionics and implants: neuronal Interface

Supplemental: irreversible damage in the lower extremities after an incident with a hydraulic system during a training exercise, ability to walk lost, exclusion from the hound project recommended.

You look at the page with confusion before you turn it around and see more information.

Supplemental 2: after consultation with the head of recruitment and the head of base training we came to the conclusion to ignore the recommendation of the medical personnel and provide her with a personal exoskeleton to keep her in service.

Now your confusion turns into curiosity, you skip a few pages to the training Records and what you see sends a shiver down your spine. Three sides of all black, all records of her training are blacked out.

As you close the folder again you notice a small piece of paper slipping out, it's a hand written note and you recognise the hand writing.

Written by the head of training as it seems the note says nothing more than: may the blood red hound let it rain death and fire on the enemy.

On the other side of the mirror you can see a young woman sitting in a wheelchair talking to an officer wearing a uniform you never saw before.

It seems like a normal chat about her background and some stuff regarding her training but nothing interesting.

With a look of concern you stand up and walk over to the police mirror on the wall.

You look at her with confusion, "what's so special about her? I mean she is pretty but she seems to be everything but suitable to be a hound " You ask yourself before you notice something.

Her eyes, her blood red eyes are locked on you?! She can't see you or can she? There were no eye bionics mentioned in the medical documents.

"what are you?"

[poppy-the-hound]

Remember to all hounds out there: bee a good girl and keep your handlers boots clean, clean boots Leave Les prints and that means you have to clean your suit les and you get less questions from the cleaning crew why there are boot prints on your suites legs....and chest.....and other places.