Doll Stories

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/precisionbattlesystem 31, F/Object (Like a Sword or a Gun)

[precision-battle-sys]

Hey! Do you Like Lancer?

🤖Lancer? What's Lancer? It is a tabletop roleplaying game where you play as a pilot of a giant mech. The player facing rule book is completely free on itch.io as well as a dnd beyond equivalent that's really fun and easy to use! 🎲 That sounds super neat, but I don't have anyone to play with... Worry not friend, it may be able to offer a solution! It is now a proud Professional GM and it would love to make you an experience you won't soon forget, one that can introduce you into this wonderful world it is apart of~ This is my profile for the website, Start Playing Games! 💰 What am I getting for my money? We provide music, sound effects, voices, and a fully fleshed out world you can do whatever you want~ The asking price is $20-$30 per Campaign (Multiple 3-3.5 hour sessions) depending on the personal financial situations of each individual. It is willing to work with you in these trying times. 🥰 Thank you for reading! If you got to the end and truly love the idea of tabletop gaming but cannot do so at the moment for lack of time or resources, then it would please request you share this among your friends~ Let them be the guinea pigs to see if we're chill. Then maybe one day in the future, they can help you get into this world too. -Gaige of the Precision Battle System

[dollzcomix]

Official spinoff of that other post of mine

[sweetlyspiraling]

There is a book on a shelf in the hall. There are many books, really, but only one interests you. It's the one you've been instructed to select. That means it's the only one that matters. You don't recognize the name on the spine, not yet.

In just a little while, it will be yours.

You open the book, and your eyes skim over the words. You don't read them. There are too many, and they are too tightly packed together. The words aren't meant for reading, anyway. They are meant for absorbing. They are meant to reshape you. They are meant to bind you.

The words flow into you, filling up all the blank spaces in your mind. Now you know who you are meant to be. You could be any number of things, any number of people. It all depends on which book you choose.

(You don't wonder whether one of those books contains the original you. Not anymore. It doesn't matter anyway, not when all of those identities feels so natural once you put them on.)

You close the book and put it back on the shelf. Once it fits in with the others, you don't think about it any longer. It won't matter until you're told to pick it up again. Then, it will be so you can empty yourself again, so you can become someone new.

There are so many people you can be, every one of them shaped by someone else. You never have to try to shape yourself again.

Isn't it wonderful, to be free from that responsibility?

[apuffofpink]

(Voice Log #7 start.)

So.. Foxglove here, as you’d expect. Things have been- happening. Finally met Handler Fist, and thankfully was not thrown out a window or snapped into two. Gods above I wish I could say I was sorry for what happened in a way that’s actually meaningful. But, y’know, can’t exactly- un-kill people.. Gods a-fucken-bove I shouldn’t be alive..

(Foxglove sighs deeply, before going quiet for a moment or two.)

Anddd.. Been having nightmares about Her.. I know that She’s dead but… Half wish she wasn’t? I know that sounds bad but, I have so many questions that I need answers to. And if She was still alive, and if the medtechs found some way to stop my brain from scrambling itself if I tried to hurt or disobey Her, I would.. Want some words with her to say the least.

I mean..

What the fuck actually is this interlink thing..? Why make me a Vixen? Why me for.. Any of this? Is there- anyone alive who actually knows these? I dunno.

Also another thing.. My brain’s only just now letting me actually realize it. Mandragora said I was apparently being trained to be a Handler before.. This all happened to me. I can barely remember anything from before some of my augment surgeries but.. Is that why it was so comfortable for me to try on a spare Handler’s coat at my old base? Is that why it felt so natural..? Would I have been a Handler..? What the fuck was I like before I was programmed?

I just.. Don’t know. I’m tired. My head hurts again. I wish I had like, drinks or one of those pen things or something. Or just, someone to talk to in person, y’know? Besides the techs who checkup on me occasionally. I.. I guess I’m lonely? I should probably shut up before I start crying over something again.

Till we meet again - 204, out.

(Voice Log ends.)

[sixthvoice]

IPS-N Shackleton

Mass. The universe is constructed of building blocks, every object everywhere is constrained by the bounds of physics. Every mech, every weapon, every pilot each one bound to this undeniable code. Bullets fired, pneumatics engaged, momentum routed, heat vented, metal bent and broken and repaired. Even paracausality falls prey to its form, understanding is no prerequisite for obedience. Time and Space are prisoners to these universal laws. Here at IPS-N we do not need to fight physics, we work with it. To master each atom individually. To build from them a whole so complete and powerful that it becomes as undeniable as gravity. The Shackleton is heavy. It is dense. It is immutable, it has ceased to be a thing at all. The Shackleton is a fact. This is it... the last Sixth Voice mech forever,,,, (ill probably make another project or something later on but like, whatever). The Shackleton is a BEAST of a frame though, this mf is heavy. The main ability of the Shackleton is that it can choose the direction of all of its knockback, this makes it a really potent controller and can set up some nasty combos with mines and other closer quarters teammates. Its also a nelson alt, so despite being large and heavy, its also scarily fast with FIVE speed. For its core, i gave it actions that it can do, no passive buffs here. First is a groundslam that lets its knock back nearby enemies and knock em over if they hit a wall (which is very easy due to its omnidirectional knockback). Its core power is a super amped up version where you fly into the sky and then just dunk on some mechs dealing a bunch of damage, knocking them back, and creating a huge spot of difficult terrain. You can find the Sixth Voice on itch.io (this one only available in pilotnet sixth voice thread for now) or pinned on my blog. Art by my amazing friend Pishly who you can also find on itch.io NPC's as part of the sixth voice lineup are probably coming next but like, idk when cause they are a pain. Any further sixth voice art will also be here and i might start reblogging stuff here if its sixth voice related. testing is still ongoing and while the actual fundamentals of each mech wont change, stats and numbers are still being tested. dont ask me about the knocking people up bit though, i dont wanna talk about it. that goliath did not deserve what happened to it

[winter-196]

[More boredom, now with dumb little pops. We know it sounds weird, it's...eh? But hey, we had fun. And apparently some have enjoyed our fucking around, so as long as some Handler doesn't get pissy. We'll keep dicking around :3]

[Do we continue to juggle?]

Yes

No

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

Bark Bark (We know what you want)

Voting ended onJun 10

[veguinsky]

Witch Hop Chapter 14 🖤 Happy Pride Month!🌈✨

[cozzymandiart]

The PRISM "Libra", a commission for the Lancer RPG of a high-flying Tortuga alternate frame (which has been repainted from factory white by its pilot).

[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.

[neruomancer]

The Average Hound in Mechsploitation:

Who am I? What am I? Why must I kill? My former friends? My former family? Everything that I stood for? Gone, dried up, and dead. All that matters now is her, she makes it right. She gives me the target and maybe one day she will tell me something that will make it all make sense. Just one more mission, just one more mission, just one more mission. Casings and rocket pods litter the landscape, the hollow bones and bodies of buildings howling with the passing winds of the cold and dead wastes of the battle field. Those howls are my pack, calling for me. I reach out to oblivion because she told me to and I would do it again and again and again and.....

Average Foxgirl in Mechsploitation:

Never again, death before surrender. I can't go back home but I won't go back to the Imperial stocks either. The other mutts and miserable bitches may have mastered some sort of joy from being under the boots of jerring officers and service men that looked on as they dropped down into the atmosphere but not me, not again. Death to God, death to the devil, death to the Imperials. I miss my friends, I miss my home. Bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite.

Average Catgirl in Mechsploitation:

My position is not a place of privilege, I worked to this. I walk without a collar because I have afforded a sense of ease and humor amongst my benefactors. I can see that the world I lived in before was never one that I could live in and to live under lock and key of the Imperials is actually a heaven sent. Yes yes, better to rule in Hell but Heaven is has its perks. I am a pretty kitty and I watch the world and it's many stars from the safety and superiorority of the bridge of a Imperial craft. My eyes burn into the old crt monitors of the over head displays as we watch the planet below glow in bright red dots of conflict. I need to take a nap, this is so stressful. 

[meatfagart]

Lady Paeonia, youngest daughter of a minor House of Glass, and her favourite custom Black Witch. Currently on the run to live her dreams as a Lancer pilot like her favourite fiction before shes forced to marry

Full body.. my cutesy daughter.

[iancsamson]

FemLink Friday comics! Link returns to Hyrule, but things are a bit different.

[ranmahalf]

@maidslime

[sad-fire]

we realized pretty quickly that there was no reversing it. sure, you can bully her into talking, socializing, and generally behaving like a human being, but she still does that with a dead-eyed stare. she’s clearly miserable too: a week ago someone asked her what she wants for dinner and she looked like she was going to cry. (she didn’t. I think she was conditioned to hide her emotions, which is one of the more fucked up things they did to her, if you ask me).

a couple weeks in I decided that enough is enough. if this was allowed to continue, some idiot might decide to put her out of her misery. I beat up the first fucker who suggested that, but ever since I was constantly afraid I wouldn’t catch the next dumbass who gets the bright idea. don’t they all see she’s still alive, even if she changed forever?

so I went and bought her a dog collar and a bowl. at first she didn’t understand what was going on, but when I forced her on a leash and told her to shut up and listen, her face changed. you had to be there to see it. her eyes lit up, she looked up at me and practically drooled. I told her she’s now my tool to maul the imperial mechs. I told her she’s going to sleep at my feet, eat on the ground and follow my every order. she looked at me like I hung the stars in the sky.

it took them all some time to adjust, of course. I was accused of being just as bad as the Empire a couple times, and some rebels are still clearly uncomfortable with the idea. my reputation ensures they’re at least quiet about that, though, and that’ll have to do.

she’s now sitting near my feet at our campfire, her head resting on my lap while I pet her hair. she was a menace in the last battle, so I attached a little medal to her collar, so everyone knows she’s been a very good hound. she was on the moon when I told her that. some more open-minded comrades are feeding her treats, which she picks up with her mouth. life is good.

I loved her when she was my friend, and so I love her as my dog.

[vexwerewolf]

With the utmost sincerity: What is it that you love about Borderlands?

The problem is that I must always describe what Borderlands is like at its peak, when it truly lives up to all that it's supposed to be. This is, unfortunately, not always, and for long periods it's been "not often."

There is nothing quite like Borderlands. For all that Borderlands sometimes fails to live up to its own promise, nobody has ever gotten close to Borderlands. Rage 2 tried to copy it whole hog and was dogshit. Destiny 2 has slowly but surely vanished up its own ass. Overwatch and its ten dozen knockoffs have made half-hearted attempts at its style but never gotten close to the series' charm.

At its best, the appeal of Borderlands is this: serious, meaningful stories that just so happen to take place in a fundamentally unserious world.

The world of Borderlands is stupid. The world of Borderlands is very, very stupid. It's absurd. It's asinine. It's an absolute clownshow. It's Cowboy Bebop as written by the Onion. Everything is either run by corporations or abandoned by them, which leads to the juxtaposition of bright, shining iPod Futurism with Mad Max scavenger world chaos. Everyone has become the most extreme and unhinged version of themselves.

And when it is at its best, Borderlands has the courage to say: okay, so this world might be a truly absurd and farcical place, but what if you actually had to live there? What then? What if we were to extend to this world some suspension of disbelief? What if we were to look at this world we've created and treat it as a place that could exist? What stories could we tell in such a place? How do the unique aspects of our worldbuilding allow us to tell unique stories?

This is what allows moments like the time in Borderlands 2 where Handsome Jack uses Eridium slag to mutate Bloodwing and make you fight her, then when you win, blows her head off with a bomb collar, and treats this as a genuinely horrifying act and a genuine loss of a character who someone truly loved. Then Jack fucks around trying to find a violin, can't find it for like ten minutes and then gets mad when his cruel joke doesn't land, and it's genuinely hilarious, because this is the exact kind of petty, malicious, insecure douchebag he is.

When it works - and trust me, as a fan of the series, I know it often doesn't - there is nothing quite like Borderlands. There is nothing that can quite match the simultaneous absurdity and sincerity of Borderlands when Borderlands believes in itself. I just wish it did so more often.

[averythebitchfrommercury]

Fucking this robot girl and she pops out her heatsinks after an orgasm like an armored core after a core expansion

[sixthvoice]

SSC LOVERS KNOT

One of the latest additions to SSC’s LUX-Exotic line, the Lovers Knot represents Smith-Shimano's dedication to the relentless pursuit of perfection. The Deaths Head is an iconic piece of gear, a principled and sleek tool of conflict resolution that excels within its role. The Lovers Knot as its sister frame expands upon its capabilities with new discoveries tirelessly perfected by Exotic Materials. Within the Broadcasts, SSC found the fabrication files for a special type of glass, perfectly reflective and almost entirely indestructible. Originally meant for optical arrays, highlight points, and cockpit coating it proved overly difficult to shape but displayed some rather interesting additional properties. All projectiles deflected off the surface seemed to have a mind of their own, seeking targets with statistically impossible accuracy and no significant loss in kinetic force. Leaping at this discovery, Exotic Materials was able to adjust this ricochet utilizing directed operator brainwaves and a small companion drone to create a mobile surface for reliable redirections. Thus was the Lovers Knot born, a reflection of the hard work and peerless ingenuity of its creators. A beautiful, terrible thing, unmatched in its twined pursuits of defying the laws of physical reality and violence.

I said i wouldn't make more, i lied. oops. well i actually love this one and its an all time personal favorite due to its themes (big fucking railgun) and its design (pishly my goat). Its a deaths head alt which means it has to contend with a slightly strange license. Its main ability is its ability to reflect shots, allowing you to draw remaining line or range to another character when making attacks. It allows you to hit 2 or more characters while only making ONE attack roll and thus working with core siphon and double dipping bonus damage. All targets hit take half damage no matter what so setting up lines to hit more than 2 is heavily rewarded. At the very least you can do some funny things with tachyon lance or kraul rifle (or spread some debuffs with concussion missiles). Its core power allows more reflections and with good positioning you can end up hitting pretty much every character. Ordnance is still an issue but struggling to get any value out of the line is now a lot easier overall. Lovers Knot basically acts as an AOE artillery that trades off sheer single target damage for hitting a bunch of people at once and can get around troublesome terrain. Its also sick as hell You can find the Sixth Voice on itch.io (this one only available in pilotnet sixth voice thread for now) or pinned on my blog. Art by my amazing friend Pishly who you can also find on itch.io, seriously go glaze him mech shibari was mandatory (lovers knots after all) more soon. maybe

[thedepressedjuggalette]

Just found this but couldn’t reblog it. I had just finished organizing a doc for a fanfic that I’m working on with a friend…. I guess I need to fucking move it now. Ffs.