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Apocalypse Frame is going well. Playing with a group using the Many Hands module.

Pilot is called Lacuna.

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mech fans are so funny. what if there was a guy who was normal and doing just fine

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Once a mech pilot hits 20 they age out of the system and the military just drops 'em off and gives them the number of a cheap therapist. If you know where to look, or got a buddy who they send 'em to, you can pick one up real easy and they make for impeccable sex toys. Growth was limited by cockpit size and the massive amount of calories burned by the biolink so you can just pick 'em up and toss 'em around however you like. Real used to pain, too. Best part is, they really know how to depersonalize a kid, they all answer to "it" and just do whatever you tell 'em. Never complain, never ask for anything, just sit there shaking and flinching at loud noise. Oh, and when they die, they're so full of chemicals they can last a few days before you wanna throw 'em out.

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HOUR 43

I ran out of adrenaline a long time ago, I'm pretty sure. The stores get refilled every time I suit up for the cockpit. I can't do my job without it. But I haven't been in the cockpit in days, as I earned.

I missed a shot. My hands jolted with pain and I gripped them tight in shock, squeezing the trigger into the horizon. I missed so badly that Handler called for immediate retreat like she was reading my last rites over the sound of explosions less distant than any of us would've liked. I haven't been given an assignment since.

I wanna prove myself. I have to prove myself. My body is so weak, and I miss THIMBLE terribly. But to earn her, to earn the right to feel like myself again, I have to prove I can overcome that weakness. This tremble, this pain, this uselessness means nothing if I don't let it. That's what Handler always says.

I hoist my rifle in my hands. I've come to know this weapon like it is a part of me, and yet every movement is still paired with a shock of pain and weakness, the gun suddenly becoming so much heavier than I can manage. I suppose it only feels like it belongs to me from behind THIMBLE's powerful, capable, useful form.

I hear the shifting noise of a target zooming through the shooting gallery and send three shots whizzing straight past it. The first two crush into my shoulder, my willpower as weak as my hands to keep the gun steady. I clamp my fingers shut, wincing and whining and biting my tongue, forcing my hand to keep it steady. When the trigger snaps back into place it nearly breaks my finger.

And the only thing I can think, failure after failure piling up as the target disappears behind a wall, is that it should hurt so much more. Adrenaline isn't the only thing I'm out of - chemicals that dull my pain when I succeed, or maximize it when I fail. Both my stores are completely empty. I hear a small beep, usually the harbinger of the horrible pain I adore, and instinctively flinch. Handler offers a pitying frown when I do that. I used to lurch for her when it happened, limply trying to steal her contact. She would take single step back, and the pain would only worsen as she looked on with still grief for me, whispering about how sorry she was. I don't do that anymore.

I hear another shk noise behind me. I whip around, swinging my rifle like it's a lead golf club, and my sights fall on Handler standing by the entrance, completely unarmored as though I were some banal pet and not a supposedly battle-hardened soldier. She either knew I wouldn't shoot, or knew I would miss. I lower my rifle, breathing in jagged chunks, my back arched toward the floor. Her eyes fell on me, regarding me like near-dead roadkill.

"Poor thing. Were you trying to impress me?"

I nod, sending her into a chorus like one hears when a kitten fails a jump.

"Come, pilot. Let's get those stores refilled. Maybe you'll land a shot if you have some kind of incentive... Those hands are getting you nowhere."

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the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you're vertical. act like it.

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Love

A doll that promises its witch that it won't break.

That it won't go the way of her other dolls.

Its witch is doubtful, but grateful to the doll.

It promises that it won't let her down like that.

Its witch hesitates.

She wants to say that it's not about letting her down. That it means more to her. That she wants it to be happy and healthy more than anything.

Or something along those lines.

But she doesn't know how exactly to put it into words that the doll will understand.

A witch struggling with her words.

And a doll that she loves.

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Inspired by Io.

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A quiet doll

A doll that is normally quite active, but for now needs to rest. It's sewing became frayed at some point, with bits of stuffing beginning to push their way out of its patchwork body.

It says "afraid", and I do not know if it is a question or an answer to something I had unknowingly asked with my eyes. Despite this, I try to answer anyway - I tell it, truthfully, that it is beautiful and safe and that I will help it in whatever way I can with permission. It says nothing.

That's okay. I do not touch the loose thread, and I do not touch its stuffing. It has not asked me to, and those things are only problems if it says so.

Maybe another time it will ask me to mend it. Maybe another time it will tell me what tore it. Maybe it will do neither of those things.

Any outcome is perfect, so long as it was the one to choose.

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Of course... I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?

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android

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hello objectum community

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handler bathing you after a particularly long and hard sortie that left you shaking and barely able to stand.

on your knees in the bathtub in your handler's personal quarters, having tear-free shampoo lathered into your hair, your handler taking care to wash around your neural ports and gentle on your bruises and burns.

here you're the most vulnerable you could ever be. completely naked, with not even your interface suit to protect you. but your handler's gentle touch comforts you. even as they wash around your crotch and your butt they say nothing. they're not doing this to tease you, to make you feel small, to remind you who's in control. they're cleaning their tool, their weapon, to make sure it doesn't falter when they need it most.

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Source: Useless Ponko Ponkotsu Ponko ぽんこつポン子

by Keita Yatera

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Keyboard GF who makes you say more and more depraved things online because you secretly like it. Keyboard GF who misspells simple words and slips in innuendos while your typing to make you seem like a ditzy dumb little pet online, untill you start to believe it yourself

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hear me out. hdg is neat. im all for the floretposting. but. sad trans girl becomes a mech pilot because she sees it as a way out ("hey, at least i get to feel like something other than me sometimes, can't be worse than this").

and then lo and behold she's a viable pilot candidate and they're like "we need to make sure you're as okay as you possibly can be before you start training".

and there's none of that "no no you need to be healthy before you sign up" junk. there aren't a ton of people who can handle the amount of cyberware pilots need to have shoved into their brains. we'll take what we can get, and if that means organizing therapy and stuff for you, so be it.

and... oh. hey. hrt is making things a little better. and therapy is helping. and... huh. not as much sad anymore. just tired. and kinda lonely. and very touch starved.

"wait im getting assigned a handler? does that mean i get to start training soon?!" silent celebration

oh. oh. she's pretty... you mean we're gonna be working as a team... for good?! ohhhh noooo this is so awful hot women are the worst gimme!!!

ok, so we're gonna sync our link chips in 3... 2... 1... oh

oh she's really really pretty 😖

"alright, i need you to test the link"

why's she looking at me like that am i blush-

"gotcha. alright hun raise your right hand."

ing... wait what- how-?! let me put my hand down 😖

"perfect, everything looks good. you can unlink now if you'd like, and we'll have a sim ready for you two in an hour. welcome to the program."

"awesome! lower your hand. let's see... how do i unlink... ah there we go"

wait... no... that feels icky and cold and gross and weird and

"wait... i wanna stay linked... please... 🥺?"

"i was gonna say the same thing hun, this feels weird. here let me just... perfect."

yeah that feels a lot better 😖

"well, if we're gonna keep the link active i might as well practice using it. come here."

yes ma'am ajdjdhbfjdbfbfbh wait no that's-

"aww your face is so cute when i do that~"

"nuhuh" she's so mean 😖 wait what does she mean by-

"i wonder what you're thinking about right now~ on your knees."

"yes ma'am" oh god did i say that out loud

"oh goodness~ yeah, this is gonna be fun..."

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in the past year i went from not liking inanimate tf at all to now where i'm like "what if i was a nintendo 3DS"