Something self indulgent before i open comms again
Anonymous asked:
Hi Twi :)
Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my ask box
Lost a bet.
Essence of He Asked for no Pickles
Been honored to be along side @intensebread and @kchloewhite hite in the #legendoflinkzine hosted by @2023legendoflinkzine
It launches March 25 and all proceeds go towards Doctors Without Boarders!
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Zine Launch Countdown: 6 Weeks!
Art by @twilighthomunculusart !
Another week, another 7 days closer to our March 25th launch date! We now have six weeks left until the Shopify launches...how exciting!!
We can't wait to show you guys some snippets from the Hero of Minish section in the Legend of Link zine. Stay tuned for sneak peeks, previews, and more!
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Early but whatever, happy chocolate and pink day
I totally forgor to post last years. Oh well.
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Early but whatever, happy chocolate and pink day
I totally forgor to post last years. Oh well.
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One of these is God Only Knows by @seekingseven spoilers
One of these is a Ko-Fi donated by @foulpetsmusicfriend
"I think the biggest thing I miss from being organic is eating, yunno?" His voice trailed off as the conversation diverted into something new.
"hold on you have a neural interface with your mech right?"
"Yea?"
"Let me see the port,” before verbal consent was given he reached for one of the cords that were meant to plug into his machine. Gently he traced the rubber to its tip and took a long analytical glance at the output end of the node. After he was satisfied he dropped it without care.
"hold on. I think I have something." And he left him outside without another word.
Curious, he followed him to his workbench. Littered with various parts, projects, and tools. Most for his mech others for body modification. It was hard to observe exactly what he was trying to do without distracting, so he decided to stay surprised. Rummaging through drawers for electrical bits and bobbles ports, wires, resistors, lightbulbs. Anything he deamed useful placed alongside the cornucopia on the bench. He sat down on one of the work stools.
After a couple of flashes of light from the solderer and heat gun, he one again turned to face him. "here we are" he drew in close, reaching for his neural connection again,"if you can synchronize with a mech then why not another person" he paused. Face slightly blushed with the implications of their blurring boundaries shattering.
He just nodded and took the hand that held the makeshift adapter, drawing it closer to it's target.
He placed his end first. A soft click and a flicker of a small led light. The other connection was a tad more robust. As it slid in the crackle of electrical feedback gave way to a slurry of information. Thoughts that weren't his, the feeling of his hands within another's, standing while simultaneously sitting, the soft lull of music being played in the back of their mind.
The thoughts fired at a different language than his but somehow he could still understand their intentions, a mixture of curiosity, excitement, embarrassment, distraction, and passion.
And his vision.
Their vision.
The double, no, quadruple input of signals lead neither one of them sure of where to focus.
It was almost overwhelming.
He could feel his heart racing.
*Wait he didn't have a heart anymore*
They simultaneously disconnected.
One stunned with heavy breathing, both with electrical fans going haywire. They stared at each other in silence. Neither certain of the implications of this act but knowing that whatever it was it changed their trajectory forever.
#wip?#drabble?#I don’t know#I don’t know if I’ll get to making this one complete with other things but I’m trying#I have so many ideas but so little tendon strength#anyways#yes this is cyborg yaoi#yes this is for the au#yes the names are left vague on purpose but I might fix it in the Final Cut#can you tell I liked pacific rim#I should read more sci-fi#I should read more
Current initial d alumni as angels collection
MFG Takumi Fujiwara
MFG Kai Kogashiwa
IniD Fumihiro
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The aftermath didn't feel real. In the soft cocoon of light provided by the television, it didn't have to be real, the full brunt of the experience held back by the flickering dull tones of an action scene. If he didn't move-- didn't aggravate the white restraint-- then he could continue pretending until something gave, and nothing would, should he have anything to say about it.
"You're still up?"
The voice startled him. He craned his neck back, hissed at the surge of pain.
"Cigarette?"
He shook his head and made a face.
"You know I don't like to smoke."
A snort, from above him. The couch creaks as a heavy body goes over the top and settles into the cushions, an arm snaking easily over into his space, but not directly touching.
"You should call off work, if you have it."
"You do it."
"For you? People might think we're friends."
A bitter, half-aborted laugh.
"I'm taking the next two days off."
"You're such a mother hen."
A slightly derisive noise, like a scoff. The arm thrown across his shoulders suddenly moves, but only to rest against his skin, somehow not affecting the wrenched muscles.
He leaned into his space, the television screen throwing his concerned expression into sharp relief.
"Sorry, Shingo. You scared me."
Yunno technically these go together