The Most Important Part Of Building A Mech In Lancer Is Giving It A Suitably Dramatic Name. I Particularly

I like gay things.

That's it that's the whole post. I just really like just about anything cute and gay. Especially when it comes down to lesbianism. Women~❤️

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Diversity win! The horniest person you know is on the asexual spectrum

mech pilot who got separated from their mecha when their civilisation was domestication and their military got dissolved. despite all attempts to help them, they still have persistent phantom sensation from the limbs that they used to have but no longer do; constantly missing the feeling of a rifle in hands that don't feel the right size, feeling blind and deaf without all of the enhanced feedback from sensors capable of a hundred times greater acuity than their own body

eventually, however, one particular affini reads their medical file and comes up with an idea. she files a notice of intent on the pilot, then swiftly heads over to their hab and whisks them away the next morning. they don't even bother resisting; having long since given up hope that things will get better, and unable to imagine any way they could get worse

the affini takes them home and lays them down on a surgery table, promising them that soon, everything is going to feel right again. they expect nothing, presuming her to be lying to them, but they feel a great weight behind their eyes, and a moment later, they fall closed.

it feels like they've only blinked, but when they reopen them, everything is different. every sense that was missing is suddenly there again. they look down at their arms to find them just the right size; their body no longer one of flesh, but of gleaming white metal plates, pulsating with thin green lines of a material they don't recognise. it takes them a moment to realise what it is: under their metal skin are muscles and tendons made out of vines, their former optical sensors replaced with sight blossoms, and their rifle woven back together from a mixture of bark, chambered with rounds made of amber

most of all, they are no longer alone. they could feel their mech before, but it's different this time; as if the sensation surrounding them isn't quite their own, but a body that is both theirs and not. a faint, slow pulsing that shifts in time with every movement, guiding them to know exactly where to look, and what to do. moments later, they hear a voice whispering- not into their ear, but directly into their mind, just like their onboard AI used to:

"Good morning, my precious little Pilot."

knuckles (maybe) gets it

my dad was looking for sprinkler heads that got buried during the winter with a metal detector that i bought in 5th grade and i didnt have the heart to tell him that it probably didnt work so i was watching him though my window and i saw him pick up what looked like a clump of dirt and i was like “oh it does work” and then i look closer and its a rabbit. my dad found a rabbit with a metal detector that doesnt work. 

ok but affini plumblr would be absolutely unreadable. like the affini would only spend maybe 1% of their time Posting, and the rest would just be the most homosexual gushing about their florets imaginable. 99/100 posts are just "My floret is SO CUTE!!!!!" and pics of said florets staring into space on drugs or similar things

of the 1% of posts that aren't this, it's probably like, the affini equivalent to hypnosis blogs where they post induction scripts designed to bait independents who read them into interacting, and then they eventually get goaded into DMs; at which point it's over for them

also there are a few digitized affini who are the compact equivalent of dril and they produce the best content you've ever seen every half a second. they get 3094872039487 reblogs on every post and each hornypost they make gets a dozen independents domesticated via a reblog chain, plus if you interact with them they just start turning up inside of your pc to flirt with you

*leaves a pipebomb in your inbox*

yum, spicy and crunchy