sad and maybe pretentious prose
I withdraw, I withdraw, I withdraw
I curl up, groaning to hold back a scream. I compress, I compress, and the spark ignites, and I expand
I throw my arms wide, I arch my back, I fracture into five hundred shards hesitant to leave, staying suspended in a shape like me
and I fall, on my side, and I weep, and I fuse together again without grace, no joins hidden.
Okay so like, a giant mecha (talking like 15 storeys tall) with this energy exhaust/shield/not sure for hair, down to the waist. The mecha houses a sentient and ancient AI, and can pilot itself, but having a pilot is somehow an advantage (not sure why). So the pilot does not use the mecha, they serve it. The two form a bond, a relationship, as long as the pilot shares the mecha's goals and works towards them.
Very inspired by the Divines from COUNTER/Weight.
AAHHH I COULD BE A MECHA WITH LONG HAIR THAT'S SO ANIME AAAHHHH I'm gonna try and draw it.
Part of me wants to be a pretty, cute girl. Part of me wants to be a buff, confident man. Part of me wants to be a relaxed, friendly cuddly who knows what. Part of me wants to be a dragon. These aren't really compatible.
I'm doing it anyway though don't care what they think, if it looks bad then who gives. If I like it, everyone else can whinge about it.
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