#houndbait

[daughteroffolly]

Little miss houndbait would like you to know it barely has any personality and doesn't really want to do all of the work to make one and is feeling very suggestible.

[quean-sized-bed]

all my friends in the rebellion are telling me these weird things like "your mechs systems are compromised" "the simulator has been hacked" when they are working perfectly fine, ill go back in there now as a matter of fact

[wintymute]

You know mechsploitation as a genre is good and all but i feel like theres a surprising amount of themes and concepts that aren’t really touched on due to the common power dynamics people write about. Like, yes its good and all, but i do think that people could really afford to take a closer look at how ‘breaking’ a hound in effects them psychologically, and more importantly the inherent incompleteness of refashioning a person. I mean there is no “true loss of self” as much as we’d all like to pretend, you’re still you, even if its buried deep below layers of trauma and reeducation (if you even like to ascribe to the concept of a truer self in the first place that is). Either way, i think that blurry-lined edge between was and is, is far hotter than seeing a broken hollowed out girl say yes ma’am with a smile. Sure that sort of thing fits the fantasy of loosing your autonomy and responsibilities a bit better, the excision of self in place of another’s will, but thats not really how it works. No matter how much i torture you, no matter how much i rip your mind to little pieces, there will still be some sliver of self clawing at the walls of your own skull. Which works out perfectly really, I don’t want a broken down doll, i want to see what little fragments of self are left, and how painfully they grate against the new person they’ve become. I want to see how a broken little animal of a girl struggles to be, because there are immutable parts of her that are still human. We are awfully adaptive creatures, after all, but you and i both know some part of you is aware of whats happening. Some part of you knows what you’re conforming to, that conscious decisions you make even under duress. Some part of you still screams in the distant recesses of your mind when you hear yourself fall to my every order.

I hope it never stops screaming

[quean-sized-bed]

Yeah I normally get tunnel vision and push my body too hard when I get focused on a goal, especially when told to by an authority figure.

hey whats that collar for?

[quean-sized-bed]

yeah so they perfected cloning tech and told me if I would be promoted to a handler but they clone came out more evil than intended so she got the promotion instead of me