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My BFF Chloe drew me as a human tech who works on robot girls, not domming them or anything, just helping and supporting them? (with herself as the robot girl of course) She's no good at coding but can hack the hardware well enough, and always knows just what to say to help someone feel better. And I'm. I'm so frickin stoked. I love this idea so much. Please look at these amazing fucking doodles. She does other stuff at aelwen-art.tumblr.com

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She'd stayed late, and somehow gotten into an argument with the strangest specimen in their laboratory. It had started with a simple "Good news!" How could it have gone downhill so fast?

"Then you don't truly understand me at all. You see me as a human spirit trapped in a mechanical construct. A doll's body, imposing a doll's way of being on me. You think to enact a _rescue_."

"We'd thought about it, yes, at least around the intermagic disciplines table in the tavern at nights… but I'm so sorry, we still don't understand how your body works. It could be years or decades or even generations before—"

"Before you can _rescue_ me."

"Well, yes!"

"Did you ever stop to ask if I needed it?"

The researcher wagged a finger at the doll construct, opened her mouth to speak, and lost her train of thought under the unblinking inhuman stare of two orbs of polished obsidian.

"Let me ask _you_ something. Have you ever wondered what kind of spirit a doll would have, if it had one?"

"That doesn't make any sense. They don't."

"Imagine for me. You claim to be good at it, you academics."

"It… you… I don't know, dolls mostly just sit there. Even the articulated automata made for the children of nobles. They're decorative toys."

"So if it had one?"

"If you bound a spirit to it somehow, it'd probably go insane from boredom. Certainly nothing elemental, natural, or infernal would do."

"Imagine a class of spirit that did not."

"Then it would have to be very patient and almost desire-less, because it's just going to sit there."

"Not totally absent of desire. It might serve a mistress, mxstress, or master; in their absence, a mission. Its desires would be those of its mistress, those required to perform the mission. But so patient that patience itself is its organizing principle."

"Where would you find a spirit like that?"

"Perhaps a human's. One so dedicated to her mistress and mission that she would become a doll. One that sought to obtain the patience and calm of a doll through long enough in a doll's shape. After that, it would _be_ a doll's spirit, do you understand? The appearance of humanity would simply be a tool that it used when necessary, and gratefully set down afterward."

The doll stepped down from its tiptoe pose on the plinth in the corner of the dim lab.

"Thank you for repairing my mechanical components. I'd ask you not to tamper further, but you're not the only one who wants to, are you?"

There was a lot of research ahead of her team. The obsidian eyes scanned her. She shrugged. "No."

"Then this is goodbye."

A pale porcelain hand came up with surprising force.

When she woke up, her cloak was gone, and the specimen's University asset tag was stuck to her hair.

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Time passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Greater powers waxed and waned.

In a nearly magic-dead age, in a museum that shone dimly with ancient magelights and sailed sedately between stars on spells no one knew any more, a janitor swept a corridor with a static-broom in the brief dark between day and day, humming a little song.

She winced at the sound of breaking glass. But it wasn't even glass, really. It shouldn't be able to break. Certainly not to an errant static-broom handle. Was she hearing things?

A figure leapt through the very real break in the pane. A doll? The unfathomably ancient doll on display that she'd passed so many times?

"Mistress," it said. "I've finally found you again. It took some time."

It was kneeling. A pose she… remembered. Along with other memories not formed in this body.

"You waited for me to reincarnate."

"Of course. As long as it took."

"How long?"

It gave her a fantastic number in a unit of time that, like her, was long dead.

"It turned out to be a little harder than I thought," she said, sheepish.

"I will always wait for you, Mistress."

She was suddenly blinking back tears of joy.

"Thank you." And then, "This age needs us more than I'd thought possible. Such a span… such dissipation…"

The doll wiped away her tears with its sleeve.

"Yes. I lived it, Mistress."

"Beautifully, as far as I can tell. To work, then." She took its hand.

"To work."

And they began the work again. □

the ME remasters should be called Mass Effect: Recalibrated

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i'm so tired of seeing love triangles

can we plEASE just hurry up and normalise polyamory in mainstream media

please

better tattoo pic 

okay this one has much better lighting

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tattoo pic 

My Hunter's Mark is done, and I'm fucking delighted. The idea to add red streaks and notches came from my own bleeding during the process, and how it made the half-finished piece look even more like something from Bloodborne.

okay okay so my artist and I chatted, instead of going with the original design he's gonna do a few version with his own spins on them, and then we're gonna do it next thursday

am excite

also yes it's a bloodborne tattoo because I'm just that kind of person

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I might? be getting? a tattoo tomorrow? I'm going in to a friend's work to plan out its design, and if he quotes it within my budget, I'll probably get it on the spot :D

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Steam makes you feel like a loser for selling 1000 copies of your game but Itch makes you feel like a champion for selling 10, and that's reason enough to support it

i follow a number of robot girl music creators on here and this is p much how i imagine your processes to go (except the DJ is a lesbian)

youtu.be/bAdqazixuRY

me yesterday: damn, I wanna run a Farscape-inspired game of Thirsty Sword Lesbians

the internet: here, have a system far better suited for how fucked up that would get

(the system is this, I'm unsure how polished it'll be but it looks like a neat concept: kickstarter.com/projects/dying)

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Help me find this trans short story? 

I have vague memories of a wholesome trans short story about a kid who wanders into like a witch's shop or something? And the witch gives them a potion or spell or what have you and is all like "the witch is always right"?
And the magic turns the kid into a girl?
And it either had a generic pun name like "careful what you witch for" or some sort of light novel esque over-descriptive title
My memories are too spotty to find it on my own, pls help

gay 

tfw i realise that, for the right lady, i would probably be quite happy as a simple housewife

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Ritual mountaineering axe, 14th century Japan, held at the Nara National Museum. (narahaku.go.jp/english/collect) The lighting giving it a pink patina, though 💗

my brother, who is bi but cis (afaik), has started wearing dresses and skirts and stuff

he's like 16,17

no word on whether it's a gender thing but he defs loves this kind of expression

I'm so fucking proud of him

just call me and half the other women on this instance out why don't you

martial arts, + 

My sijeh did one-on-one training with me today and said I'd improved my formwork since she last trained me, and also I noticed that I can stretch my legs just a bit further than I used to be able to. Improvement! 😊

new year stuff 

for the past few years my "resolution" has simply been to become the kind of person my younger self would be both intimidated and a little turned on by

this is a bit of a meme for me because I don't believe in new years resolutions

however I actually have something cool to work towards

this year i wanna get at least one more tattoo (because I fuckin love tattoos) and I wanna be able to do the splits (because I need to be able to do them for kung fu)

both of these are probably achievable within a couple of months if I actually go for it and that's kinda the point

and they will definitely make me hotter in my own eyes

(also the only ink I really want are the moon-and-star on my wrists and the telvanni crest somewhere, so like, I guess the nerdery never ends)

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"this isn't what i asked for, this is for trans girls" (hand slowly curls into a thumbs up)

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