#mech pilot

[sanctus-ingenium]

I'd like to say a prayer, how does it go?

#setting: mez #3 hours drawing tiles 30 minutes drawing everything else. as it should be #mech pilot #'wow he must have used the symmetry tool to make it easier' - no he didn't. he did not do that.

[dollish-shard]

Obsessed with the very concept of mech pilots having handlers; and specifically the usage of the term. They aren't a navigator or support, they're a handler. Mech pilots may be unparalleled agents of war on the battlefield, but they're raw, uncontrolled. A pilot needs a handler to point it to what to shoot, because otherwise they just don't know what to do. Brains so melted by their training, overwhelmed by neural linking, that they need a voice they can latch onto and follow unconditionally. An unconditional obedience that carries over outside their mechs, where they're oh so weak and broken. Where the veil comes down and the true power dynamic reveals itself. A tool that follows orders without thinking, and the one who wields them.

#empty spaces #mechs #mechposting #mech pilot

[pilot-posting]

:3

see mechs are just cute girls guys, that’s all :3

#mech pilot #mech posting #mecha #mechs #robot girl

[victusinveritas]

#found on instagram #tumblr screenshot #mecha pilot #mech pilot #battletech

[digitalsymbiote]

Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.

Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.

Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.

Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.

Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.

Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.

#mechposting #mech pilot #mecha #cybernetic dreams #dysphoria

[frostgears]

flight deck

you don't have to tell your handler that you're coming in messy after a bad mission. she's tied into flight ops. she knows.

she's waiting by the flight line before the grease monkeys have all your armor off, with a lubed glove on one hand and two fat purple pills in the other.

"ssshhh, pretty thing," she says. "you did your best out there. now open," she forces the pills to your mouth. "good girl. where's that water bottle… swallow. good."

her hand is already working between your legs, reinforcing her praise. they always detach the armor there first.

the pills help. the pills leave you feeling floaty, detached, enough to ignore what they've done to you to make the armor work. you probably can't climax without them by now, not that your handler would ever let you find out.

a few moments later, you spatter your built-up tension and guilt across the deck. with a sigh, you sink to your still-armored knees. your reflex weapons disarm, automatics finally allowed to take over from your own hair-trigger awareness. they're safe now. you're safe.

the grease monkeys are also safe, emerging from behind blast shields that would not have stopped any but the lightest of your armaments. more for psychological safety, really.

"she done?"

"the fuck do you think, wrenchie?"

"i think you couldn't pay me enough to do your job."

"i don't do it for the pay," you hear your handler say, as your eyelids sink towards closed. "i do it because that thing you're all scared of? she's all mine. and every landing, i get to remind myself, and all of you, and most importantly, her." □

#empty spaces #mech pilot #microfiction #combat doll #flight deck #dollposting

[zhjake]

Armored Core+pilot commission for hen of mimi

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital painting #sketch #sketchbook #drawing #illustration #painting #sci fi #armored core 6 #ac6 #ac6 build #armored core #mechs #mecha art #mecha #robot #mech pilot #plugsuit

[trannydykepuppybot]

I am attempting to determine the population distribution of robot girls here.

#robot girl #mech pilot #mech posting #combat doll #combat unit #transfem #robot girl posting

[hemipenal-system]

thinking right now about the "dragons fucking cars" thing and the inevitable conclusion that reaches on this blog

a dragon taking down a combat mech, powerful tail curling around its legs as the claws on the metal shoulders force it to the ground

jaws savaging the pilot capsule, damaging it enough to disrupt movement control, leaving the mech helpless, but not enough to disable the neural link, meaning the pilot can feel all of it

the dragon taking its time with the downed suit of armor, lazily fucking into the mech as the pilot struggles to endure the feelings, trying to unplug the suit from them but unable to reach the port in the base of their skull

#terato #monster fucker #terato blog #nsft #fantasy nsft #monsterfucker #teratophillia #dragon #mech posting #mech pilot #mdni

[robogirlwomb]

There's a mech mechanic, so curious about the mechs

She sees how the pilots are always so... exhilarated after a combat sortie

And there's this unused spare mech on the end of the hanger.

Their pilot died a few months back, horrible accident

And now that mech has been sitting alone ever since. Not enough pilots on staff.

But the mechanic goes over to it, late one night.

She has one of the training headbands in one hand, the ones trainee pilots use before they get fully integrated and synchronized with their mech.

She puts one hand on the cold, steel chassis, and quietly whispers, almost inaudible in the empty hanger.

"May I?"

And there's such a long, long silence

Until the control panel in front of her lights up a single green light.

The mechanic climbs up, up, up, and into the cockpit, hands trembling, butterflies in her stomach

She eases into the cockpit, places the headband on her head

The mech starts up, and it's like the world has lit up

The training headbands only provide maybe a fraction of what it feels like to truly pilot a mech

And even this? Is almost enough to make her head spin.

The mech slowly, perhaps a bit awkwardly, walks to the training grounds.

Perhaps some of the other staff onsite see it go. They let it.

The mech arrives at the training grounds.

Targets 3 stories tall loom in the night

Was the giant rifle always in her hand? Did she pick it up?

The mechanic isn't sure.

Her heart is pounding.

She raises the rifle, takes a moment to steady her aim

And a steel finger weighing two tons squeezes the trigger

The mechanic's brain lights up with a dizzying rush of hormones, endorphins, a thousand happy chemicals as the target is shredded by the heaviest of heavy artillery fire

And yes, she instantly cums in her coveralls.

This is how it feels?

This 1/100th simulation of actually piloting, feels this good???

The cockpit seems to get smaller, comfier around her, as if the mech is sighing in relief

The next morning, the mechanic puts in for a career change.

To pilot.

#mecha #mech pilot #nsft #robot girl #mech tag #my posts

[dollish-shard]

Mech pilot handler playing Armored Core VI and ranting about all the inaccuracies to her pilot. (who is on the floor between her legs, too twitchy and blissed out by continuous battlestim use to actually understand anything other than direct orders)

Sometimes she says the word "combat" and the pilot looks up at her and shivers like an eager puppy. She pats its head fondly and then roughly pushes it back towards her crotch as she continues to complain about the implausibility of mechs being so mobile flying in Earth's gravity.

#empty spaces #mechs #mechposting #mech pilot #armored core #microfiction

[thesnacken]

"We're gonna go over this again, APPARENTLY," the sergeant barked, "because some of you airheads slept through the last time, and now Anders is in Med with four fractured vertebrae, and FreeOps has a pilot with broken hands.

"Pilots, despite appearances, are not DOCILE. They're understimulated. They are hungry in a way you cannot comprehend, because none of you have been plugged into a ten-ton omnidirectional autonomous weapon, with Tac-level information beamed directly to your brain in real time. A pilot spends their entire time out-of-field tired and in pain and desperate for anything that comes close to the level of stimulation they get from being in a Mech Unit.

"So every few months one of you barely-ranked-the-LSAT morons thinks 'Ah, a pilot. They're so frail, and agreeable, surely they'll be an easy way to get off'. Then six hours later I get a call from a VERY tired surgeon telling me one of my soldiers nearly had his neck pulled apart like a rack of ribs.

"So for every punk dumbass among you who thinks this sounds like a fun little challenge: You will be trying to bed a Living War Machine. You will succeed. You will regret it. And you will be flipping a coin that the place I send you after you're discharged from the Med Bay is the same place I send your dog tags. Leave. The. Pilots. Alone."

EDIT: This is officially a three-parter, but it IS done now! I'd love if people read it all!

#I have a slightly different idea of what Being Sexually Forceful at a Pilot looks like #microfiction #mech pilot #There's more to this but its three seperate angles on the same event #I've been at work all day thinking about this

[bittersweetbonbon]

imagine a giant mech holding her pilot like a plushie while she gets repairs

#mechs #mechas #mech pilot #okay wait why is ''mech preg'' a tag #who the fuck is impregnating their mechs

[himecommunism]

somewhat settling on an outfit for the Archon pilots, still figuring out all the yonic imagery required for the back of it

#art #character art #character design #accord #mech pilot

[digitalsymbiote]

Your first Sync

The first time you step into your mechs cockpit, it is with something like reverence. You'd been preparing for this moment for months (well, your entire life, really); hours upon hours in the training sims, harsh training regimens, a drug cocktail of neuro-stims, and a whole suite of pilot integration augments grafted onto your body.

You swear you can feel the metal beneath your skin buzzing with anticipation as you settle into the cradle custom built just for you. Not just any pilot can fly any Mech. Each Mech is custom built for their pilot, and each pilot is molded to fit that Mech. A strange kind of synthetic symbiosis, irreplacable partners. You aren't entirely sure why that is the case, the ads are always hazy on those details, but you've always seen each Mech with the same pilot, standing triumphantly alongside each other.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you wonder what it will feel like, to finally integrate with your Mech. You've dreamt of this moment since the first time you saw the propaganda vids. Giant metal machines of war, and their integrated organic pilots. You'd felt a longing then, one you didn't quite understand, a longing for steel plates and thundering autocannons. It wasn't until years later that you finally recognized that feeling as dysphoria.

But now you're finally here, finally about to cross that threshold and grasp what you'd dreamt of all those years ago.

You relax into the cradle and let the integration systems come to life. The cockpit closes around you and you feel the cold metal of the link cables sliding into the ports grafted onto your body. You shiver, both from the cold, and the anticipation.

click

A deluge of data rushes through your mind, integration processes blinking through your awareness as sensations expand out of your flesh body and into your new metal one. It's overwhelming, it's joyous, it's… Euphoric. You feel tears running down the cheeks of your flesh body before the synchronization is even complete. For the first time in your life, you feel… whole.

And then it speaks.

"Welcome, Pilot Caster."

That's… the voice of the training AI…? You recognize it from the simulation runs. What is it doing here, in your Mech?

"I am Integrated Mechanized Personality Construct designation P-Zero-L-X." The voice is being broadcast straight into your thoughts, you realize. Somehow that doesn't bother you. "It is good to see you again."

Something finally clicks for you, hearing that. This wasn't just a training AI, this was your training AI. All those hours in the simulation chamber, the techs had been calibrating this IMP to your neural system. You smile at that. You couldn't ask for a better companion.

"Good to see you too, Polux." You respond, knowing that the techs had tailored this IMPs designation just for you. It was a nice touch, that nod to Pilot tradition. "it's nice to finally meet you properly."

You feel her smile back, warmth flooding your chest as the docking clamps finally release your shared body.

"All systems are green, ready to launch on your mark, Pilot Caster."

Your muscles tense, flesh and metal alike, quivering in excitement. Your afterburners ignite in preparation.

"Mark!"

#cybernetic dreams #writing #mecha #mechposting #empty spaces #mech #mech pilot #story

[frostgears]

girls will develop elaborate kinks around being mech pilots and living weapons and then when confronted with a Glock 19 or a 2012 Honda Accord they are all "uhhhh i don't know how to use this help?"

#mech pilot #combat doll #dollposting #don't let your dreams be memes