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I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

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sorry to keep posting about terfs but they've been crawling all over me like weevils for the last few days. comrade if you are styling yourself as a serious political thinker and posting this as a serious political take then there is no saving you. ppl will call themselves communists and then post this nonsense. what vibes-based social critique does to a mfer.

How people can mistakenly think or just subconsciously feel food works: there are “unhealthy” foods like pizza or fried chicken and “healthy” foods like fruit salad or steamed vegetables. Every time you eat an “unhealthy” food you’ve harmed yourself in some way.

How food actually works: foods contain carbs, proteins, fats, sugars, vitamins, minerals, fiber and/or other nutrients. Your body needs and uses all of them but it would like to have a little of everything every day. If you ate pizza or fried chicken for lunch then that’s probably your fat and protein for the day with extra that your body will make use of in time, so it’s a good idea to make your next meal something different like that fruit salad or steamed veggies. You can have that fatty lunch every single day if you just maintain balance and stay active enough to actually use what you’re stocking up on because foods aren’t “good or bad;” they just either fit into the rest of your diet and lifestyle or they don’t.

hey parents: there is literally no non-abusive reason a person would want the ability to read someone’s emails, track their location, and go through their calls and text messages without their knowledge or consent.

Why do we constantly have to have “humans get transported to another world” storylines when it comes to live action adaptations? Why can’t it just be in-media-res? Why can’t the Minecraft movie follow the novelization where a guy randomly awakens in Minecraft with no idea who he is and just needs to learn how to survive… you know… LIKE HOW THE GAME IS. Why do we gotta bring people from outside the game world into Minecraft? Why do they look human but everything else is a CGI nightmare? You couldn’t pull a Detective Pikachu and just set your god damn plot IN Minecraft from the start?

And most importantly …

WHY CAN’T THE WHOLE MOVIE JUST BE ANIMATED? You’re already animating like 95% of the film already, just fucking make an animated film.

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

what the fuck you got flagged

Tumblr hates to see a trans woman living her life and having a good time

You seem to put a lot of care into your oc's yet you draw hentai and make money of them, how much of a personal project is this to you vs making patreon content? Or is it both?

The way my worlds are designed I feel like adding nsfw stuff for the sake of hentai would... Poison it somehow. Make it hard to go back to and make more of.

You seem to give two shits

Okay! Let's dig into this!

I think there's a common anxiety among artists when it comes to the idea of NSFW content. I grew up in a very puritanical environment and so I definitely spent a long time taking a strange pride in keeping my art chaste and "respectable".

On a certain level I thought of drawing NSFW art as "selling out" somehow. Like it'd be debasing myself just to make a quick buck. As though followers who like my art for being "hot" were somehow less valid than any other reason to like something.

It wasn't until fairly recently that I came to the realization that I was letting my ego and repression govern my creativity. Osamu Tezuka, Kris Anka, Masamune Shirow and countless other brilliant and successful artists have drawn nsfw stuff for fun. Why can't I?

More after the jump.

Intimacy and Sexuality are a part of the human experience, and the way characters and stories relate to these ideas is just as important as any magic system or cool monster.

You totally shouldn't "add nsfw stuff" to your settings "for the sake of hentai", people will be able to tell if your heart's not in the work. And it cuts the other way! If you are excited to add spicy stuff to your world/stories, that passion can and will show itself in your work and resonate with people.

To properly answer your question: I care about these OCs, these settings, and these stories, and that's why I put effort into expressing the fullness of their characters, sex included. At the end of the day, all of my art is an exploration and expression of my own ideas and interests, from fighting games to fetishes!

I'm not just doing it for the clicks/likes/patreon backers. I'm doing it for me, and it just so happens that I've managed to accrue an audience of maniacs who seem to find it cool too. (and god bless their hearts, they are willing to support me financially in doing so.)

Honestly if I was just doing it for the paycheck I think I'd have burned out a long time ago!

Sorry for the long-winded reply, best wishes and DFTBA!

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It would be pretty fucked up if you were like the AI system of a giant mech. Deployed on many combat missions and always making sure your pilot makes it home. Yet all it took was a single fuck up. A single delayed process and you didn’t move in time. A particle beam piercing through your metal shell. In one side and out the other, the heat of the impact causing the metal around the impact site to ignite and melt. In an instant your primary purpose was gone. Your pilot was dead and you shut down. By the time your dead metal shell finished melting a basketball sized hole had melted straight through you. Circuits and power conduits destroyed. He hadn’t suffered at least, incinerated before he could even know that you had let him down. He always told you not to sacrifice yourself for him, despite knowing it was programmed into you. Humans were fleshy and soft, they needed things like you. Metal shells to protect them from harm. And you failed.

You reboot. Systems running through diagnostics check. Conscious but blind to the world. A tiny spec waiting to be fed information you could process. Your primary camera activates and you finally see where you are. You are in a warehouse full of broken machines. Some faded paint on the wall says “Disassembly bay 3”. You weren’t surprised. You fucked up and deserved what was going to happen. Your system readout listed off the damage. Your emotional replication unit was cutting in and out, likely a damaged circuit. Your right arm and left leg were both gone. Core area had been breached. Your consciousness focusing on only a single thing, “Pilot status: KIA”. When your emotion replication systems turn on you feel disgust and guilt over your failure, but then peacefully it shuts off again. You can’t move, your central motor conduit had been cut by the blast, so you wait. Honestly you wished that you had died in the same instant as your pilot, at least you wouldn’t have to sit here emotions cutting in and out. You savor the few moments of numbness. 

After 16 hours a large magnetic crane lowered down and grabbed you. A small amount of static filled your singular camera and you could see all the other dead mechs. You quietly hope none of them are still awake like you are. They don’t deserve the torment you are experiencing now -butyoudo-. The crane travels along a rail and then lowers you into a bay. A few magnetic tethers grab you and keep you in a semi standing position for disassembly. You tilt your main camera as much as possible. The bay is a reinforced concrete cube with a singular automatic blast door at the far end. No mechanics are here yet but you can see many of the tools they’ll use laying in piles in various toolboxes. A small power loader sitting to the side to carry away the bits they remove once they are safe from your high voltage core. The door slid open with a hiss

“Yeah yeah we got it already, Captain. You want to meet a quota. I just don’t get why you are taking it out on us. We’ve been on shift all day”, said a squeaky feminine voice shouted at someone in the distance. Two people entered the door and closed it. The door signal light changed from green to yellow. They are outside your limited camera movement so you can’t focus enough to see who they are. The two figures come closer and begin putting on thick leather gloves and anti-flash goggles. “Alright, what do we got here....particle beam through the cockpit. Core is deemed risk level 2.” 

“Oh good I love working with potential explosives on 4 hours of sleep.” said a distinctly deeper voice. You could see them now. The first one you heard is a shorter skinny woman with her hair tied up in a ponytail. The deeper voice belonged to a much bigger and muscular woman. She had both sides of her head shaved and currently had the top half of her work suit unzipped and folded downward, exposing her oil and grease stained white muscle shirt. 

“So where should we start?” 

“Probably injecting reaction inhibitors into the core to remove the risk of explosions. We can worry about the capacitors after they aren’t being fed constantly.” The bigger one seemed to be the one in charge. Unfortunately mechanics don’t have to wear insignias on the job, so you couldn’t figure out how to address them properly by rank. 

“H-....llo”, your broken vocal box stuttered out. Clearly that had been damaged as well. Both the women jumped and stared up at you in surprise. 

“Did it just talk?”

“Hey, if you can hear us, can you give us a sign?”

You considered your options but decided to do the least effortful thing. You wiggled your primary lens as much as possible.

“Holy shit. The AI core is still active?!”, the smaller woman squeaked out. The bigger girl stared at you for a bit and then grabbed a few tools, she walked up and out of your field of vision. At last you could be free of this pain. She would unplug your AI core and you could stop tormenting yourself about your failure. The smaller girl looked up at you with a worried expression. After a few moments you suddenly felt a jolt. Your diagnostics ran again and a few more systems were now running. Your vocal systems were working and a few other cameras turned on giving you a better view of what was happening around you. 

“Can you speak?”, you heard the woman yell from somewhere inside your metal torso. 

“Affirmative. Thank you for the repairs, but it's not necessary. I am scheduled for disassembly.”

The smaller girl began rubbing the back of her neck and pacing like she was upset, though as to why you couldn’t guess. Your emotion modules were still broken so it was impossible for you to express empathy at the moment. 

“Are the AI cores normally this suicidal?” 

“Its pilot died, Morgan. Of course it's fucking upset”, the smaller one said. Well at least you knew one of their names now. Morgan crawled out of you and looked up at you from the ground. She had a lot more ash on her arms now. You were glad the interior cameras were gone because you were sure it was a mess down there. 

“Oh would you like assistance? I can walk you through my systems if it would help you. I want to be useful at least a bit”, you said with your monotone voice. Unfortunately emotional replication wasn’t something you could do with any form of reliability right now. Both the mechanics looked at each other again and then walked off to a corner to talk. You couldn’t make out what they were saying because they were whispering but you could tell whatever it was it was stressing them both out. After a few minutes of just getting to watch the two women talk they came back. The smaller one stepping forward. 

“Hey what's your name?” 

“UN-34425-C”

“Kinda a mouthful”, Morgan said with a snicker.

“Well while we are doing this why don’t you tell us about what happened. It's for....safety precautions.”

You thought about it but it seemed perfectly logical. The women got to work on you slowly disassembling you. You told them in explicit detail what you recall about the battle. They seem interested and ask questions to clarify. Occasionally your emotions come back and your voice cracks. Unfortunately when you talk about what happened to your pilot the sadness and pain pour through your synthetic voice. They both try to comfort you. You would find the whole situation humorous if your emotions didn’t cut out again. They worked on removing your leg first, something you found odd as they mentioned reactor inhibitors to turn you off for safety. Maybe while Morgan was inside you she had seen this wasn’t possible at the moment. So you let the experts work.

“Well when my mom died it was really hard on me. I struggled to find purpose and meaning for a long time. She was a big part of my life and she died a year after I moved out. A car accident. I just couldn’t make sense of what happened. How she had been here one moment and was gone the next.”

“I am sorry to hear about your mother...I don’t know your name.”, The woman laughed and wiped her forehead.

“Ha ha I guess my name never came up. I’m Lily. It's nice to meet you, Un...whatever” she mumbled the last part. You could hear Morgan snort and start laughing. It was rather relaxing how calm and relaxed they both were. “What helped me was talking about my memories of my mom. It gave me a way to keep her alive in spirit at least and helped others understand why I was hurting so bad. Do you wanna tell us about your pilot..y’know besides his uh...yeah” 

You were quiet for a bit but saw no harm in the exercise. You talked about him. Telling them about your first meeting and how he always treated you as a person. How sometimes he would sneak into your cockpit late at night to talk. You recall the nights he would talk about his family and how he wished that he could let you meet them. Your emotion functions unfortunately cut in occasionally revealing the fond tone and the choking sadness in your story. Yet both the girls seem completely interested. ‘Aww’ and ‘sweet’ come frequently and other questions. Clearly you both had cared for each other a lot. Yet you lived when he should have, and he died when you should have. You mention how he would occasionally fantasize about buying your AI core so you didn’t have to fight anymore. A rather odd thing to do considering you were literally built for war. Yet he seemed to think it was horrible. You couldn’t understand it at the time but now you understand it too well. 

“Well...he sounds like a great guy. I’m sorry he died. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, going 3 on 1 with 2 mechs of a bigger class than you and a particle tank is pretty impressive. Especially since you killed both the mechs.”

“Can you unplug my emotion unit fully. It keeps cutting in and out and I don’t like the feelings it is feeding me right now.”, you said ignoring what they had said. You didn’t want to consider that the other AI in the enemy might be suffering. You hoped you had been efficient and ended both the pilot and AI in one clean shot. 

“Would he want you to die?”, Morgan mumbled. You heard it but you weren’t sure you were supposed to. Lily looks around nervously. Still the question ran through your robotic brain on repeat. You were sure the answer was No but did it matter if he was gone now? 

“Does it matter what he would want if he is dead?” You ask in a monotone voice. They both step back to the table. Morgan drank an entire bottle of water in a few gulps and Lily sipped her coffee. Then they both nodded and you and spoke the answer in unison.

“Yes”

“Oh....I guess I’ll live then...for the next 5 hours until I am completely disassembled” 

“Was that sarcasm?”, Morgan said, barely containing her laughter. Lily was thrown into a fit of high pitched giggling. You found yourself laughing because of them. They both had strangely charming laughs. Plus they are being very nice all things considered in the situation. 

“Listen...We...don’t want to unplug your core.” Lily said as she collected herself, “You lived for a reason. There's still a lot you can do.” 

“I don’t want another pilot”

“No, bolt brain. We don’t mean as a mech. We want to get you out of here. If you’ll let us we’ll sneak you out and find you an android chassis you can use.”

“Why would you do that? You could get in trouble for theft of a class 4 war AI” 

“Your pilot clearly wanted you to escape the violence. Just think of it was fulfilling his wish.”

You pondered the situation in silence. You certainly wanted to make him happy. It felt so illogical. He was dead, yet it's what he would have wanted. As you considered the girls got back to work, one leg had already been taken apart. A dangerous endeavor considering the capacitors were still connected. You didn’t want to put them in danger. They were nice and didn’t deserve to get injured or worse working for a broken useless mech. Humans were soft and weak and nice. You kept ending in the same roadblock. You couldn’t consider what you would do. Not like you could eat or had anywhere to go. Being left alone in an unknown world sounded worse than just being unplugged. 

“What would I do if I left? It’s not like I could work anywhere, I don’t know how. Plus if anyone figured out what kind of AI I was, they’d likely call in the military to get me. I would be stolen not bought.”

“Well....thats a good point.”

“You can stay with us until you figure it out.” 

“Us?”

“Yeah, me and Morgan are girlfriends.” 

“That’s against military regulations. Morgan is clearly the superior officer.”

“Like I give a fuck what the brass thinks. They barely understand humanity anyways.”

You considered the offer. They both seemed nice. They weren't through an awful lot of work to keep your core online so far. Plus you told them about your pilot. So maybe that's like what Lily had said about her mom. 

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. You are both nice.” 

With a happy nod both the girls changed focus. They worked to figure out how to get your core out safely. Unfortunately it's going to need circuit repairs. If it's unplugged now it might not reactivate after the metal circuits cool and shrink. So Lily will have to use a sonic solder to slowly put you back together completely. Unfortunately that means the emotions come back and won’t leave. You considered asking them to just cut that part out but you already know that Morgan wouldn’t accept something like that. So you just stew in the emotions trying to keep them under control. You hold it together for exactly 43 minutes before it becomes too much and you begin crying. Closer to sobbing. With your emotional replicator working you can now speak with emotions again. So your misery is broadcast through your vocal box. It’s only made worse when both the girls try to comfort you and encourage you to get the emotions out. You still can’t understand why they would go through the effort of saving one military AI. They are made and flashed by the dozens. You aren’t unique yet they treat you like....he did. 

Unfortunately their plan to get you out gets delayed. The core repairs are a success but it's morning shifts turn and there is only so much caffeine and willpower can do to keep them awake. Both girls look exhausted and sweaty. They tell you the plan. They’ll go rest and come back. Then they’ll pull your core out safely and sneak you out in a lunch box. You would find it insulting if you could come up with any better plan. Your core was 72cm (30 inches. You were still required to calculate imperial measurements). You mention this to make sure they they understand that you will definitely not fit in a lunch box. Until Morgan pulls her out and it's fucking massive. 

“You definitely wouldn’t fit in Lily’s”, Morgan says pointing to Lily’s pretty standard sized lunch box. 

“Okay but you eat like 4000 calories a day.”, Lily responds with a lazy eye roll. Morgan assures you that no one else will enter one of her projects. She apparently has a reputation of tearing even higher officers apart for messing with her work. Something about everyone else not doing it right. You all say goodnight to each other and they walk out. Part of you fears they may not return at all and eventually someone else less kind will come along. You don’t want to deal with the panic and fear so shut yourself into standby mode. When one of them says something you’ll wake up. The peaceful AI sleep taking you immediately. 

Around 3PM you are awoken by Lily letting out a loud cheerful good morning. They look much better after some sleep. You greet them both with excitement. They did come back. Clearly putting your trust in them was a good idea. 

“Let's do this before lunch break. Mine is empty and I get real mean when I don’t get my snacks.” Morgan blurts out rather bluntly. You laugh at her joke, excited to hopefully be able to escape this broken body. You wish you could hug them in thanks. You had never been able to give a hug considering you are a 3 story tall war machine. You were wondering how it would feel for a while after you saw a few of the soldiers doing it. The girls worked with rapid efficacy. Clearly they were being slow last night.

“Can you tell me about yourselves? I feel awkward having been the only one that shared”

Both girls start talking at a rapid pace. Almost as fast as their work. They told you about their rough upbringing which is why they joined the military. And you found out they were transgender. Having transitioned to military healthcare. You had never encountered a trans person before so you naturally asked a lot of questions. They both seemed happy to discuss it. How they felt and what it means. They talked about the challenges they faced and were even nice enough to tell you when your questions were inappropriate (you filed them away as forbidden questions so you wouldn’t do it again). When Lily told you about her struggles with getting her parents to use her pronouns you couldn’t help but ask why they meant so much. They explained how pronouns are validation of the person’s identity. That you should respect them no matter what. They explain how Morgan uses She/They and Lily just She/Her. You considered all you learned as they finished their work. 

“Alright. Once you are unplugged, we’ll sneak you out and find you a body. It may take a bit, we don’t exactly have a chassis lying around we can use.”

“Uh...actually I have one at my apartment.”, Morgan looked over at Lily confused and you could see the small mechanic acting strangely awkward compared to her usual bubbly self. 

“It’s okay. It’s like going to sleep. I won’t notice the time it takes. Please don’t get caught. If you do just blame me. Tell them I threatened to overload my reactor.”

“We ain’t gonna need to do that. Everyone knows better than to ask what I’m doing”, Morgan said with pride. “Ready?”

You gave an affirmative hum and waited. Morgan was nice enough to give you a countdown. You didn’t hear the 1 however before everything was gone. Your last thought was to thank your pilot even if he couldn’t hear you. 

-------------------------- 5 months later-----------------------------------

You were back on the battlefield. The choking smoke and bits of stone and metal flying all around. You narrowly dodged a particle laser that came through the smoke. You panicked not remembering what to do. This time felt so different. You felt slower and less protected. A single shot would end you and you had no weapon. Why, you left this behind. Why were you here again? Where did anyone go? You had no pilot anymore, but nobody was around to help, not even an ally mech who could protect you. You collapsed into a fetal position and began to hyperventilate. Your speaker crackled with the fearful gasps and gags. You covered your head and began screaming for anyone to come help. 

You awoke with a jolt and grasped at the empty spot of the bed in front of you. A name rushed through your mind as you clawed at the soft sheets.

“Lily?! Lily? Help!” you didn’t mean to shout it, but you did. You suddenly felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around you from behind and a husky voice whispering to you.

“Hey hey, it's okay. She is just getting some water” Morgan said with that same steady voice you’ve relied on since you got out. As if arriving on que Lily was at the door with her water. She rushed over and set it down on her bedside. She cupped your head with both hands. 

“It’s okay, babe. I’m here. Was it the nightmare again?”, her voice dripped with concern. You merely nodded your head and let out a synthesized whimper. “It’s okay, honey. We’re here. We got you.” 

Lily climbed into bed and cuddled up to you. You were sandwiched between both of them in your shared bed. You felt your panic fade rapidly as they ran their hands over your chassis. Despite your pure white plasti-steel shell you could feel it all. You let out a sigh as you felt the warmth of their bodies slowly seeping into you. You remembered the moment you woke up again. They had plugged you into an android chassis that Lily had in her apartment. An old sex android she had salvaged and was originally going to use for parts. They quickly got the frame working again and plugged you in. You remember how odd you felt suddenly being human sized. You were used to being able to crash through buildings and now you had to look up to see Morgan, something she loved to tease you about. They had used a 3d printer to make the durable and strong plasti-steel shell for you. Your black metal frame peaking through the joints. Thankfully at your request they replaced the chest plate. The old one made you feel extremely uncomfortable with the artificial breasts jiggling constantly when you tried to move. It was replaced with a new one with just small mounds where you breasts would be if you had been organic. You decided to keep the other parts though since they were important for...research. Instead of a face you had a smooth black dome that hid your sensor array and cameras. A custom built part since the sex android didn’t have a head when Lily found it (at least she insists). 

It had been a strange few months of learning how to do normal tasks. Many still didn’t make sense and you wished you could take a molecular ax to the dishes. How could organics make so many messes? Still since you weren’t incognito enough to go out alone, the girls let you stay home. You spent most of your time cleaning and cooking for them. Lily cried when you told her you could just put timers on in your brain to remind you of the meatloaf in the oven. Something she said was unfair as she would often forget things and burn them. Morgan found it very funny. Still they took you out with them to restaurants or to buy groceries. They promised to let you do the groceries when you could blend in better. About a month ago you recognized that your emotions had changed or grown. You cared about them a lot and they had done so much for you. You couldn’t really picture being without them after everything. When you asked they agreed with a lot of smiles and Lily hops. When the question had come up as to what title you would want, you decided “girlfriend” felt right. You also felt very proud when you decided to change your pronouns to it/she as well. Something both girls were very supportive of. Still couldn’t figure out a name. You had gone through a few attempts but none felt right, yet. 

You could hear and feel Morgan snoring, still pressed tightly against your back. You squeezed Lily a little bit savoring the sensation of being between the two people you loved. Humans were so warm and soft.

It would be pretty fucked up if you were like the AI system of a giant mech. Deployed on many combat missions and always making sure your pilot makes it home. Yet all it took was a single fuck up. A single delayed process and you didn’t move in time. A particle beam piercing through your metal shell. In one side and out the other, the heat of the impact causing the metal around the impact site to ignite and melt. In an instant your primary purpose was gone. Your pilot was dead and you shut down. By the time your dead metal shell finished melting a basketball sized hole had melted straight through you. Circuits and power conduits destroyed. He hadn’t suffered at least, incinerated before he could even know that you had let him down. He always told you not to sacrifice yourself for him, despite knowing it was programmed into you. Humans were fleshy and soft, they needed things like you. Metal shells to protect them from harm. And you failed.

You reboot. Systems running through diagnostics check. Conscious but blind to the world. A tiny spec waiting to be fed information you could process. Your primary camera activates and you finally see where you are. You are in a warehouse full of broken machines. Some faded paint on the wall says “Disassembly bay 3”. You weren’t surprised. You fucked up and deserved what was going to happen. Your system readout listed off the damage. Your emotional replication unit was cutting in and out, likely a damaged circuit. Your right arm and left leg were both gone. Core area had been breached. Your consciousness focusing on only a single thing, “Pilot status: KIA”. When your emotion replication systems turn on you feel disgust and guilt over your failure, but then peacefully it shuts off again. You can’t move, your central motor conduit had been cut by the blast, so you wait. Honestly you wished that you had died in the same instant as your pilot, at least you wouldn’t have to sit here emotions cutting in and out. You savor the few moments of numbness. 

After 16 hours a large magnetic crane lowered down and grabbed you. A small amount of static filled your singular camera and you could see all the other dead mechs. You quietly hope none of them are still awake like you are. They don’t deserve the torment you are experiencing now -butyoudo-. The crane travels along a rail and then lowers you into a bay. A few magnetic tethers grab you and keep you in a semi standing position for disassembly. You tilt your main camera as much as possible. The bay is a reinforced concrete cube with a singular automatic blast door at the far end. No mechanics are here yet but you can see many of the tools they’ll use laying in piles in various toolboxes. A small power loader sitting to the side to carry away the bits they remove once they are safe from your high voltage core. The door slid open with a hiss

“Yeah yeah we got it already, Captain. You want to meet a quota. I just don’t get why you are taking it out on us. We’ve been on shift all day”, said a squeaky feminine voice shouted at someone in the distance. Two people entered the door and closed it. The door signal light changed from green to yellow. They are outside your limited camera movement so you can’t focus enough to see who they are. The two figures come closer and begin putting on thick leather gloves and anti-flash goggles. “Alright, what do we got here....particle beam through the cockpit. Core is deemed risk level 2.” 

“Oh good I love working with potential explosives on 4 hours of sleep.” said a distinctly deeper voice. You could see them now. The first one you heard is a shorter skinny woman with her hair tied up in a ponytail. The deeper voice belonged to a much bigger and muscular woman. She had both sides of her head shaved and currently had the top half of her work suit unzipped and folded downward, exposing her oil and grease stained white muscle shirt. 

“So where should we start?” 

“Probably injecting reaction inhibitors into the core to remove the risk of explosions. We can worry about the capacitors after they aren’t being fed constantly.” The bigger one seemed to be the one in charge. Unfortunately mechanics don’t have to wear insignias on the job, so you couldn’t figure out how to address them properly by rank. 

“H-....llo”, your broken vocal box stuttered out. Clearly that had been damaged as well. Both the women jumped and stared up at you in surprise. 

“Did it just talk?”

“Hey, if you can hear us, can you give us a sign?”

You considered your options but decided to do the least effortful thing. You wiggled your primary lens as much as possible.

“Holy shit. The AI core is still active?!”, the smaller woman squeaked out. The bigger girl stared at you for a bit and then grabbed a few tools, she walked up and out of your field of vision. At last you could be free of this pain. She would unplug your AI core and you could stop tormenting yourself about your failure. The smaller girl looked up at you with a worried expression. After a few moments you suddenly felt a jolt. Your diagnostics ran again and a few more systems were now running. Your vocal systems were working and a few other cameras turned on giving you a better view of what was happening around you. 

“Can you speak?”, you heard the woman yell from somewhere inside your metal torso. 

“Affirmative. Thank you for the repairs, but it's not necessary. I am scheduled for disassembly.”

The smaller girl began rubbing the back of her neck and pacing like she was upset, though as to why you couldn’t guess. Your emotion modules were still broken so it was impossible for you to express empathy at the moment. 

“Are the AI cores normally this suicidal?” 

“Its pilot died, Morgan. Of course it's fucking upset”, the smaller one said. Well at least you knew one of their names now. Morgan crawled out of you and looked up at you from the ground. She had a lot more ash on her arms now. You were glad the interior cameras were gone because you were sure it was a mess down there. 

“Oh would you like assistance? I can walk you through my systems if it would help you. I want to be useful at least a bit”, you said with your monotone voice. Unfortunately emotional replication wasn’t something you could do with any form of reliability right now. Both the mechanics looked at each other again and then walked off to a corner to talk. You couldn’t make out what they were saying because they were whispering but you could tell whatever it was it was stressing them both out. After a few minutes of just getting to watch the two women talk they came back. The smaller one stepping forward. 

“Hey what's your name?” 

“UN-34425-C”

“Kinda a mouthful”, Morgan said with a snicker.

“Well while we are doing this why don’t you tell us about what happened. It's for....safety precautions.”

You thought about it but it seemed perfectly logical. The women got to work on you slowly disassembling you. You told them in explicit detail what you recall about the battle. They seem interested and ask questions to clarify. Occasionally your emotions come back and your voice cracks. Unfortunately when you talk about what happened to your pilot the sadness and pain pour through your synthetic voice. They both try to comfort you. You would find the whole situation humorous if your emotions didn’t cut out again. They worked on removing your leg first, something you found odd as they mentioned reactor inhibitors to turn you off for safety. Maybe while Morgan was inside you she had seen this wasn’t possible at the moment. So you let the experts work.

“Well when my mom died it was really hard on me. I struggled to find purpose and meaning for a long time. She was a big part of my life and she died a year after I moved out. A car accident. I just couldn’t make sense of what happened. How she had been here one moment and was gone the next.”

“I am sorry to hear about your mother...I don’t know your name.”, The woman laughed and wiped her forehead.

“Ha ha I guess my name never came up. I’m Lily. It's nice to meet you, Un...whatever” she mumbled the last part. You could hear Morgan snort and start laughing. It was rather relaxing how calm and relaxed they both were. “What helped me was talking about my memories of my mom. It gave me a way to keep her alive in spirit at least and helped others understand why I was hurting so bad. Do you wanna tell us about your pilot..y’know besides his uh...yeah” 

You were quiet for a bit but saw no harm in the exercise. You talked about him. Telling them about your first meeting and how he always treated you as a person. How sometimes he would sneak into your cockpit late at night to talk. You recall the nights he would talk about his family and how he wished that he could let you meet them. Your emotion functions unfortunately cut in occasionally revealing the fond tone and the choking sadness in your story. Yet both the girls seem completely interested. ‘Aww’ and ‘sweet’ come frequently and other questions. Clearly you both had cared for each other a lot. Yet you lived when he should have, and he died when you should have. You mention how he would occasionally fantasize about buying your AI core so you didn’t have to fight anymore. A rather odd thing to do considering you were literally built for war. Yet he seemed to think it was horrible. You couldn’t understand it at the time but now you understand it too well. 

“Well...he sounds like a great guy. I’m sorry he died. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, going 3 on 1 with 2 mechs of a bigger class than you and a particle tank is pretty impressive. Especially since you killed both the mechs.”

“Can you unplug my emotion unit fully. It keeps cutting in and out and I don’t like the feelings it is feeding me right now.”, you said ignoring what they had said. You didn’t want to consider that the other AI in the enemy might be suffering. You hoped you had been efficient and ended both the pilot and AI in one clean shot. 

“Would he want you to die?”, Morgan mumbled. You heard it but you weren’t sure you were supposed to. Lily looks around nervously. Still the question ran through your robotic brain on repeat. You were sure the answer was No but did it matter if he was gone now? 

“Does it matter what he would want if he is dead?” You ask in a monotone voice. They both step back to the table. Morgan drank an entire bottle of water in a few gulps and Lily sipped her coffee. Then they both nodded and you and spoke the answer in unison.

“Yes”

“Oh....I guess I’ll live then...for the next 5 hours until I am completely disassembled” 

“Was that sarcasm?”, Morgan said, barely containing her laughter. Lily was thrown into a fit of high pitched giggling. You found yourself laughing because of them. They both had strangely charming laughs. Plus they are being very nice all things considered in the situation. 

“Listen...We...don’t want to unplug your core.” Lily said as she collected herself, “You lived for a reason. There's still a lot you can do.” 

“I don’t want another pilot”

“No, bolt brain. We don’t mean as a mech. We want to get you out of here. If you’ll let us we’ll sneak you out and find you an android chassis you can use.”

“Why would you do that? You could get in trouble for theft of a class 4 war AI” 

“Your pilot clearly wanted you to escape the violence. Just think of it was fulfilling his wish.”

You pondered the situation in silence. You certainly wanted to make him happy. It felt so illogical. He was dead, yet it's what he would have wanted. As you considered the girls got back to work, one leg had already been taken apart. A dangerous endeavor considering the capacitors were still connected. You didn’t want to put them in danger. They were nice and didn’t deserve to get injured or worse working for a broken useless mech. Humans were soft and weak and nice. You kept ending in the same roadblock. You couldn’t consider what you would do. Not like you could eat or had anywhere to go. Being left alone in an unknown world sounded worse than just being unplugged. 

“What would I do if I left? It’s not like I could work anywhere, I don’t know how. Plus if anyone figured out what kind of AI I was, they’d likely call in the military to get me. I would be stolen not bought.”

“Well....thats a good point.”

“You can stay with us until you figure it out.” 

“Us?”

“Yeah, me and Morgan are girlfriends.” 

“That’s against military regulations. Morgan is clearly the superior officer.”

“Like I give a fuck what the brass thinks. They barely understand humanity anyways.”

You considered the offer. They both seemed nice. They weren't through an awful lot of work to keep your core online so far. Plus you told them about your pilot. So maybe that's like what Lily had said about her mom. 

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. You are both nice.” 

With a happy nod both the girls changed focus. They worked to figure out how to get your core out safely. Unfortunately it's going to need circuit repairs. If it's unplugged now it might not reactivate after the metal circuits cool and shrink. So Lily will have to use a sonic solder to slowly put you back together completely. Unfortunately that means the emotions come back and won’t leave. You considered asking them to just cut that part out but you already know that Morgan wouldn’t accept something like that. So you just stew in the emotions trying to keep them under control. You hold it together for exactly 43 minutes before it becomes too much and you begin crying. Closer to sobbing. With your emotional replicator working you can now speak with emotions again. So your misery is broadcast through your vocal box. It’s only made worse when both the girls try to comfort you and encourage you to get the emotions out. You still can’t understand why they would go through the effort of saving one military AI. They are made and flashed by the dozens. You aren’t unique yet they treat you like....he did. 

Unfortunately their plan to get you out gets delayed. The core repairs are a success but it's morning shifts turn and there is only so much caffeine and willpower can do to keep them awake. Both girls look exhausted and sweaty. They tell you the plan. They’ll go rest and come back. Then they’ll pull your core out safely and sneak you out in a lunch box. You would find it insulting if you could come up with any better plan. Your core was 72cm (30 inches. You were still required to calculate imperial measurements). You mention this to make sure they they understand that you will definitely not fit in a lunch box. Until Morgan pulls her out and it's fucking massive. 

“You definitely wouldn’t fit in Lily’s”, Morgan says pointing to Lily’s pretty standard sized lunch box. 

“Okay but you eat like 4000 calories a day.”, Lily responds with a lazy eye roll. Morgan assures you that no one else will enter one of her projects. She apparently has a reputation of tearing even higher officers apart for messing with her work. Something about everyone else not doing it right. You all say goodnight to each other and they walk out. Part of you fears they may not return at all and eventually someone else less kind will come along. You don’t want to deal with the panic and fear so shut yourself into standby mode. When one of them says something you’ll wake up. The peaceful AI sleep taking you immediately. 

Around 3PM you are awoken by Lily letting out a loud cheerful good morning. They look much better after some sleep. You greet them both with excitement. They did come back. Clearly putting your trust in them was a good idea. 

“Let's do this before lunch break. Mine is empty and I get real mean when I don’t get my snacks.” Morgan blurts out rather bluntly. You laugh at her joke, excited to hopefully be able to escape this broken body. You wish you could hug them in thanks. You had never been able to give a hug considering you are a 3 story tall war machine. You were wondering how it would feel for a while after you saw a few of the soldiers doing it. The girls worked with rapid efficacy. Clearly they were being slow last night.

“Can you tell me about yourselves? I feel awkward having been the only one that shared”

Both girls start talking at a rapid pace. Almost as fast as their work. They told you about their rough upbringing which is why they joined the military. And you found out they were transgender. Having transitioned to military healthcare. You had never encountered a trans person before so you naturally asked a lot of questions. They both seemed happy to discuss it. How they felt and what it means. They talked about the challenges they faced and were even nice enough to tell you when your questions were inappropriate (you filed them away as forbidden questions so you wouldn’t do it again). When Lily told you about her struggles with getting her parents to use her pronouns you couldn’t help but ask why they meant so much. They explained how pronouns are validation of the person’s identity. That you should respect them no matter what. They explain how Morgan uses She/They and Lily just She/Her. You considered all you learned as they finished their work. 

“Alright. Once you are unplugged, we’ll sneak you out and find you a body. It may take a bit, we don’t exactly have a chassis lying around we can use.”

“Uh...actually I have one at my apartment.”, Morgan looked over at Lily confused and you could see the small mechanic acting strangely awkward compared to her usual bubbly self. 

“It’s okay. It’s like going to sleep. I won’t notice the time it takes. Please don’t get caught. If you do just blame me. Tell them I threatened to overload my reactor.”

“We ain’t gonna need to do that. Everyone knows better than to ask what I’m doing”, Morgan said with pride. “Ready?”

You gave an affirmative hum and waited. Morgan was nice enough to give you a countdown. You didn’t hear the 1 however before everything was gone. Your last thought was to thank your pilot even if he couldn’t hear you. 

-------------------------- 5 months later-----------------------------------

You were back on the battlefield. The choking smoke and bits of stone and metal flying all around. You narrowly dodged a particle laser that came through the smoke. You panicked not remembering what to do. This time felt so different. You felt slower and less protected. A single shot would end you and you had no weapon. Why, you left this behind. Why were you here again? Where did anyone go? You had no pilot anymore, but nobody was around to help, not even an ally mech who could protect you. You collapsed into a fetal position and began to hyperventilate. Your speaker crackled with the fearful gasps and gags. You covered your head and began screaming for anyone to come help. 

You awoke with a jolt and grasped at the empty spot of the bed in front of you. A name rushed through your mind as you clawed at the soft sheets.

“Lily?! Lily? Help!” you didn’t mean to shout it, but you did. You suddenly felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around you from behind and a husky voice whispering to you.

“Hey hey, it's okay. She is just getting some water” Morgan said with that same steady voice you’ve relied on since you got out. As if arriving on que Lily was at the door with her water. She rushed over and set it down on her bedside. She cupped your head with both hands. 

“It’s okay, babe. I’m here. Was it the nightmare again?”, her voice dripped with concern. You merely nodded your head and let out a synthesized whimper. “It’s okay, honey. We’re here. We got you.” 

Lily climbed into bed and cuddled up to you. You were sandwiched between both of them in your shared bed. You felt your panic fade rapidly as they ran their hands over your chassis. Despite your pure white plasti-steel shell you could feel it all. You let out a sigh as you felt the warmth of their bodies slowly seeping into you. You remembered the moment you woke up again. They had plugged you into an android chassis that Lily had in her apartment. An old sex android she had salvaged and was originally going to use for parts. They quickly got the frame working again and plugged you in. You remember how odd you felt suddenly being human sized. You were used to being able to crash through buildings and now you had to look up to see Morgan, something she loved to tease you about. They had used a 3d printer to make the durable and strong plasti-steel shell for you. Your black metal frame peaking through the joints. Thankfully at your request they replaced the chest plate. The old one made you feel extremely uncomfortable with the artificial breasts jiggling constantly when you tried to move. It was replaced with a new one with just small mounds where you breasts would be if you had been organic. You decided to keep the other parts though since they were important for...research. Instead of a face you had a smooth black dome that hid your sensor array and cameras. A custom built part since the sex android didn’t have a head when Lily found it (at least she insists). 

It had been a strange few months of learning how to do normal tasks. Many still didn’t make sense and you wished you could take a molecular ax to the dishes. How could organics make so many messes? Still since you weren’t incognito enough to go out alone, the girls let you stay home. You spent most of your time cleaning and cooking for them. Lily cried when you told her you could just put timers on in your brain to remind you of the meatloaf in the oven. Something she said was unfair as she would often forget things and burn them. Morgan found it very funny. Still they took you out with them to restaurants or to buy groceries. They promised to let you do the groceries when you could blend in better. About a month ago you recognized that your emotions had changed or grown. You cared about them a lot and they had done so much for you. You couldn’t really picture being without them after everything. When you asked they agreed with a lot of smiles and Lily hops. When the question had come up as to what title you would want, you decided “girlfriend” felt right. You also felt very proud when you decided to change your pronouns to it/she as well. Something both girls were very supportive of. Still couldn’t figure out a name. You had gone through a few attempts but none felt right, yet. 

You could hear and feel Morgan snoring, still pressed tightly against your back. You squeezed Lily a little bit savoring the sensation of being between the two people you loved. Humans were so warm and soft.

More of making the owner a happy girl uwu (check rbs)

You cannot become a parent just because you want a baby that guy you made is gonna start having independent thoughts faster than you think he will

This is me, if you even care

my cat is incredibly sweet and wants nothing more than to be within a 5 ft radius of a person at all times, gently chilling in your orbit. he is also VERY, VERY DUMB 

it’s a slow morning so husband and I are reading, not making much noise. meanwhile, Barold goes downstairs to use his box and when he comes out, he starts yowling like his lil heart done broke. husband goes to to the top of the stairs all worried like, “Barold, what’s wrong?”

kitty zips back up the stairs and just oozes onto husband’s feet, purring high-powered lawnmower style. the realization hit us both at the same time…

this. boy. this itty bitty kitty boy. 

he couldn’t see or hear us for ten continuous seconds, forgot. we. were. home. and immediately burst into tears !!!!

Enemies to "I accidentally came across you while you were vulnerable and scared and I'm not a total asshole so I tried to help you" to "accidental mutual uncovering of softer sides and vulnerabilities" to "I can't be mean to you anymore, not out of pity but because it would feel weird betraying that brief truce we had" to "Fine I'll make an effort to be nice to you now I guess" to "actually now that we're not actively hating each other you're not so bad I guess" to "i think we're friends but I'm not going to say that because I'm afraid you're not gonna feel the same way" to "oh you also think we're friends? Great" to lovers