Another picture of Chris and Hawker after some good old fashioned fucking. Just like giant mecha god intended. In other news, my tablet pen went kaput right after I uploaded my Nash pics. I was planning on showing you what his teeth looked like because this is very important information but until I get another one… er wait that’s…
Tag: mecha
Big Nine
AHHH I FINALLY SETTLED ON HAWKER’S DESIGN. He makes police brutality look good. For those of you who don’t know, this is the character I’m playing in a long-ass goddamn roleplay that you can read here. It’s his more giant of the several chassis he uses throughout the story, and boy does he use the fuck…
Blood, Sweat, and Steel
Read Blood, Sweat, and Steel → So late last year I started a roleplay that turned out to be balls to the wall amazing, and with the permission of my partner I started posting the logs to AO3. Things have since slowed down since the holidays – school is taking up a lot of Reuven’s time right…
Slack Shenanigans
So a few of us on the machine-fucker slack board* have come up with a few OCs. One of them is a transformer who is an uber driver by day and a gigolo by night (giving a whole new meaning to “escort car”) we named Ubermacht, and the others are all space ships because we…
Protocol One
or , “Stupid Sexy Titans” Shitty SHITTY drawing of an idea I’ve been thinking on for a while – basically, a cockpit where the seat’s been transformed into a giant dildo with the hatch/canopy open like “come on in, have a seat” Like if I’m not gonna do humanoid machines, then I am literally going…
[ITS] Chapter 13: The Guard
Bad news, his email starts. I don’t think I’ll be able to grab you your stuff this time. This time or… for the forseeable future. Holly frowns, though not because she feels entitled to this stuff he’s doing for her. She frowns because it means something’s changed for him, and from what little she knows of his…
[ITS] Chapter 12: The Routine
This is the fifth time that he’s raided that store, and he’s gotten quite good at it over the past few weeks. The key was made from a strip of metal he’d quickly lifted from the back of Tom’s truck, which he’d carved into the appropriate shape with his detailing kit and by gnawing on it…