Mechsploitation writer, fics in progress
She/Her
Hound: “you too!!! :3”
Handler: “me too??”
Hound: “…”
Handler: “…woof?”
Hound: “you too!!! :3”
Handler: “me too??”
Hound: “…”
Handler: “…woof?”
A handler onboard a behemoth of a mech, a War Strider. She doubles as its engineer, motor oil smeared across her brow, and grit under her nails as she buries her hands deep within her pilot's second skin. recalibrating systems and balancing engine outputs, (1/2)
A handler onboard a behemoth of a mech, a War Strider. She doubles as its engineer, motor oil smeared across her brow, and grit under her nails as she buries her hands deep within her pilot's second skin. recalibrating systems and balancing engine outputs, (1/2)
A novice handler has met her new hound for the first time, the hound is already trained and obedient, and in public the handler carries herself as the ideal picture of control and impartiality. Once in the privacy of her quarters though, the facade falls apart
A novice handler has met her new hound for the first time, the hound is already trained and obedient, and in public the handler carries herself as the ideal picture of control and impartiality. Once in the privacy of her quarters though, the facade falls apart