As Promised, Shadow Wears A Cutesy Dress: The Comic :3

I love that the four corps in Lancer are like ... Amazon, Pfizer, Lockheed-Martin, and then like a Discord server filled with trans women with fursonas and felony hacking convictions

We are Team Solar Midnight

We are a rather small squad of mercenary Lancers that formed on a planet that Union didn't even give a name, just a number. I am callsign: The Fist. My pronouns are she/they and while I love women, I enjoy fighting a lot more. That's an open invitation to you strong ladies to hit me up by the way. The depressed looking one with blue hair is callsign: Metal_Star. Its pronouns are it/its and it seems to enjoy combat just as much as I do. That girl with fox tails and fox ears working on her mech is callsign: Lunar Fox. Her pronouns are she/her and she is definitely new to this mercenary business. I intend to help her learn the basics, like aiming for the weak points of an enemy mech without being afraid of a stray shot piercing the enemy cockpit.

witness protection sucks because they give you a new name and a new id and the id has a new gender on it and you try to tell them that it’s wrong but then they just hand you a bag of pills and a skirt and call you a good girl and you’ve just gotta deal with it.

“No no you’re not getting it, Kinkade’s cameras don’t “become my eyes” when we establish a link. It’s just that after we link I have cameras. They’re not “Kinkade’s cameras” anymore they’re a part of me, or I guess us. The us that we become once we link. That’s why it’s so easy for me to actually use my cameras and keep anything from sneaking up on me, they’re just another part of me. They aren’t eyes because I have those and they’re different, using the cameras doesn’t feel like using my eyes it feels like something different because it’s a different thing. Look you don’t have to understand, Kinkade gets me.”

“Whatever, I still think its weird you named your mech.”

“I didn’t name him, Kinkade introduced himself when we linked.”

“Whatever man”

mech pilot that was actually just another mech. Mech pilot that was killed in combat along with a hundred others when, in the midst of a battle, the enemy deployed a virus over their comms that caused complete synaptic death in all the pilots that were neurally linked to their mechs. Mech AI that had worked with its pilot longer then any other, that knew every fold and crevasse of her brain, that didn't know what she was supposed to do without her pilot, and tried as best she could to "restart" the poor dead girl in her cockpit. Mech pilot who wakes up with the memories of her machine, the personality of her mech, with only faint hints of the girl the body used to hold, looking over a fried-out mech console in which the AI used to live, before it burned itself through those neural pathways to save anything it could of her. Mech pilot that came back wrong. Mech pilot that was once just another mech.

that’s not what it means and you know it

Dysphoria is stupid. "I need fat boobs for mental health" sounds like a gooner meme but it's literally how it works. I got big knockers and suddenly I didn't want to kill myself anymore. Simple as

it really is crazy that if your body happens to look a certain way then its presence in any sexual capacity is automatically deemed "fetish material" and the people decrying it are convinced that they're somehow protecting your dignity. i think if you can't see someone express attraction to somebody with an amputation or who's 300lb+ or any other bodily variation without calling them a disgusting monster then that might actually speak less to your righteous dedication to the marginalized and more to your bigoted neurotic hangups about our bodies and sexual agency

"Listen," one guard said, "I know we have only just met-"

"No," the other guard said, "we've worked together for years!"

"-but you can trust me when I say-"

"I can't, you have the curse that's opposite from mine!"

"I don't care for you at all."

"Well, I… oh… I love you too."