#mechanisation

[nammikisulora]

Mechanisation

For @mechtober2022's 6th daily prompt, "Mechanization", Ivy learns the truth of how Marius was mech'd. This one draws inspiration from Gu's wonderful take on the event, as depicted in their Mech/Whump/Goretober series here (CW blood and self-surgery).

On AO3 here, as well as below the cut. CW for non-graphic reference to self-surgery.

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It’s easy to understand why the crew jumps to the conclusion they do. Marius and Raphaella joined the crew together after all, and there’s no doubt that she’s the science savvy one of them. In those early days, Marius hadn't even started calling himself a doctor yet, so why would they think anything else?

A few years pass before anyone actually asks. Marius doesn’t really mind; it’s not something he likes thinking about, how he got his arm. It’s in fact quite high on the list of things he’d rather forget having experienced, but since the evidence is rather hard to ignore, he doesn’t find it very likely that he will. So he mostly just avoids talking and thinking about it as much as he can, which means that he’s completely unprepared when the question finally pops up.

“So how come Raphaella mechanised you?” Ivy asks one evening when he’s helping her catalogue books. Marius freezes, and the pen he’s holding snaps in two.

“She didn’t”, he says and glances up at Ivy, who frowns at him, clearly confused.

“But –”

“Yeah, I know, it seemed to be the most probable option, didn’t it?”

“Yes.” Ivy stares at him with an intensity she usually reserves for only the rarest books, and Marius squirms under the scrutiny.

She’s going to ask, he thinks, his chest constricting with sudden panic. She’s going to ask, she’s Ivy, she needs to catalogue the information, she’s –

“I did it myself”, he blurts when she opens her mouth. She immediately snaps it shut, but keeps watching intently. Marius swallows, and goes on. “My – my flesh arm got crushed and I was d-dying, but I didn’t want to die, so I – You remember what I told you about my planet, the war and the mechas and how I was a pilot, and – The airfield had been bombed so it was closed, but the chemist’s shop wasn’t too badly damaged, so I stole painkillers and a first aid kit, and then I found this torn-off robot arm and –” He sniffs, digging his metal fingers hard into the wrist of his flesh arm.

“I don’t remember all of it”, he whispers, looking away. “I was in bad shape, but somehow I managed to dope myself up and sew the robot arm in place, and then it’s just… blank. For days, I think. Raph tells me that I must’ve died, and then somehow I couldn’t. You know how it is.” He tries to smile, but Ivy doesn’t return it. Instead she looks completely blank, like she doesn’t even see him anymore. “Um… hello? Ivy?”

“I am recalibrating my data bank regarding you”, she says tonelessly. “Thank you, Marius, for correcting my previous incorrect assumption.”

“Um…” Unable to take it anymore, Marius flees. Maybe it’s time to borrow a page out of Jonny’s book instead, and get drunk about the whole thing.

Then maybe he should tell the rest of them the truth, just to get it over with.

#mechtober 2022 #marius von raum #mechanisation #the mechanisms fic

[promotechindiasworld]

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#promotechindia #DragonCuttingTechnology #InnovationUnleashed #plasmacutting #oxyfuelcutting #metalindustry #mechanisation #worldofwelding #workday #welding #cuttingmetal #newbattery #newproduct #dragon

[emrys-rusts]

Work in progress, Drumbot Brian in his pre-mechanised form.

The work will be titled "Eine Stille Welt" [A Quiet World]

Doing an art project in class on the subject of climate change, and I snuck some drumb in, noone has to know :)))

I don't know how to paint I lie and pretend idk what I'm doing

#the mechanisms #drumbot brian #I think his hair and skin are like #thin metal? #still hard and clonky but its thinly layered #his mechanised hair is golden due to this with a brownish tint #his skin is golden too #metal yk #but yeah thats how I imagine him as pre-metal #not that he can remember much #poor guy :( #painting #work in progress #ALSO adding to design headcanons #his hair used to be a lot curlier but his metal hair is a different texture so it starts of heavy thats why it lies flat on his head #before it starts curling again

[banana-boots]

anyways its my firm belief that raphaella must come from a species that naturally has wings bc every other mech has part of them replaced and so logically her wings must be a replacement for something also

#boots talks #the mechanisms #i mean if u believe that raph mechanised herself #then she couldve just. made herself wings #but like she would be the outlier then

[saym0-0]

Hi, because jonny is a Dog Creature he sheds his body hair/fur peace and love

#it used to be yearly/biyearly but after he got mechanised it got way less consistent bc no consistent seasons #so sometimes he doesn't for like three years sometimes he sheds for like a solid year #fur everywhere #ichy #jonny d'ville #the mechanisms #the mechs #sayms mechs headcanons

[triceforgotten]

raphaella la cognizi, the sapphic asexual ever

#the mechanisms #mechanising them in my brain

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

“which slasher movie’s the best” well that’s up to the individual “which slasher movie’s the deepest” texas chainsaw massacre.

#you can argue scream you can argue whatever. im not listening #the amount of essays you can write about tx chainsaw massacre (1 and 2 ofc. the classics) #their takes on the nuclear family. their implications/exploration into some of the impacts of the mechanisation of labour. their critique of #capitalism. no one look at me im frothing at the mouth about it #slashers #texas chainsaw massacre

[rickybaby]

AMuS reports that AT is bringing another upgrade package in Austin.

#Daniel Ricciardo entry on a mechanised bull on Thursday and podium on Saturday AND Sunday lezzzgo!! #you heard it here first #it’s no wonder both James (vowles) and Alex have said that AT is the team that worries them the most #daniel ricciardo

[azi-muthal]

how do you go on making art when the entire world seemingly wants to use your labour, use all your dreams and strip it for parts? how do you stave off this desperate sadness? i’ve been trying so hard for over a year and i don’t know. i don’t know.

#i promise i'm trying to be brave and hopeful in the face of the mechanisation of my art career #but i'm just so so sad and angry #sorry for the vent #anti ai

[engagemythrusters]

domino twins

#part of that same au i did for dogma and tup #yea. so. fives has trauma bc he watched his twin 'die' then he watched tup lose control and then everything was different #his whole life purpose was gone in a flash and he was the cause of it--nobody to blame but himself #and tup is struggling due to the aftermath of the faulty chip and dogma isn't himself and. and echo was gone but now he's back. #and nothing is okay but everything is okay and he doesn't know what to do so he just. he throws everything at helping echo get better. #because what else is is he going to do? tup is focused on dogma. and echo... echo really needs the help. #sure maybe deep down its about getting fives out of his head but it really really is important he help echo #bc you don't just... come away from freezing in techno union's hands--with less than half of your human body--and jump back to normal #those legs and scomp had parts fused to him. parts of him never healed from the explosion. and parts of him got eaten by the frost. #and he's massively underweight because feeding a repurposed mechanised POW wasn't high on priorities #and then the cold fucked up his metabolism so he's trying to gain back weight that he can't... #and overall... #it's not going so great. but echo is home and--while he's healed completely (as far as he can be healed anyway)--he gets a night or two #per week in a bacta tank to deal with the chronic pain. and he's getting used to the prosthetics and the tubes and bags #going into where his stomach used to be. and everything can be so goddamn triggering sometimes but. #he's alive. with fives. #and if he just is alive for fives... then fives will be okay. right? fives will be okay if he's okay... so he needs to be okay... #ANYWAY YEA i got a lot of things to say xoxo #saleucami au #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #fives and echo #star wars: the clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #my art

[darkhorse-javert]

A Real-life Sam (Nearly....)

Found this quoted in Margaret Biddle's book, 'The Women of England' published in 1941- at the end of a chapter on the Auxilliary Fire Service (AFS)

"During this inspection trip one of the automobiles was driven by a very young-looking girl in the uniform of the M.T.C. (Mechanized Transport Corps). Irecognized her as Miss M., who had been recently decorated for conspicuous bravery." p.78

There's also a short chapter on the early war MTC- Pre-blitz by context I think. The book can be found here:

#mtc monday #to borrow a tag #Mechanised Transport Corps #mechanized transport corps #WWII #foyle's war #reference #archive.org #internet archive

[raspberrywiskey]

thinking about Vanessa and ethan's animal motifs... Vanessa is mostly represented by a scorpion, its her symbol of protection, its what the cutwife calls her, the scorpion is very much her in the language of the show. scorpions are symbols of danger; in fables they're used to represent deception and misuse of trust. they're used in the show to represent the looming threat of Vanessa loosing herself. it represents the threat of her condition, that at anytime she could change into a more violent, deceptive, dangerous person. it haunts her throughout the show - its what she is most scared of, the scorpion is the danger of her own mind hurting her, and those she cares for. Vanessa takes this symbol, and changes it to a protective one, making it her own, is representative of how she takes control of her curse throughout the show. the scorpion changes from being the negative parts of her, to the positive. its no longer her condition, a thing she hides and is ashamed of. it is her, the good and the bad.

ethan is of course represented by wolves. his symbolism in the show is much more simple - wolves can represent loyalty but also untamed violence. this is essentially what ethan struggles with; he is loyal and kind, but he cannot control himself and this takes away his ability to care for the ones he loves. (it's also used to show how he's reduced to his most violent traits by people who have authority over; to sir malcom he's just an attack dog, a finger on the trigger, not a person.) it's basic werewolf stuff. I think his symbolism gets more interesting in the way he rationalizes it himself. ethan is confronted many times with how wolves/hounds/dogs are thought of positively, as loyal and kind, but he cannot bring himself to accept this, because he views the animal part of himself as something entirely negative, a burden, a curse, something which should not be celebrated. he cannot accept the violent part of himself. whenever wolves/hounds/dogs are brought up in the show, ethan always talks about them, as if they are an extention of himself; the timber wolves he saw as child were violent and cruel, so he must be too. it's used as an insight into his self image, as ethan hardly talks candidly about himself, its the only way we as the viewer get insight into how he views himself.

vanessa accepts the scorpion as part of herself, as she accept the violent parts of herself, and thus is able to protect the people she loves because of this. ethan rejects the violent parts of himself, although he tries so very hard to be kind to the people he loves. he always runs way from who he is, leaving carnage in his wake.

I also think their symbolism is interesting in terms of their relationship. both animals may be docile one moment, but will strike once provoked. its inevitable that their relationship will end in violence - one of them will loose control and it will end. making it even more tragic that they're cosmicly slated to be together, interwined by fate to fuck then die !

#these so much yummy symbolism in this show i need to talk about it more #like all the creature stuff is so good #the mechanised vs poetic man and cian and abel stuff !!!! ouusghsm... #its so good !!!!!!! #penny dreadful #ethan chandler #vanessa ives #dog motif #txt

[doctorbaronmariusvonraum]

Hello Dr von Raum! Any medical advice for physical chronic pain?

Hello! Unfortunately, I have not found an effective way to deal with my own chronic pain, though I find that distraction can be best; if it's a worse day and I'm feeling up to it playing violin or causing mischief can take my mind off it temporarily, or if it's really bad I just bother Jonny so he shoots me dead and I don't have to worry about it for a while.. Other times I just drink random chemicals, which sometimes makes it better, and other times dissolves me from the inside out!

#{that one post where kofi says the tendrils from the mechanised arm spread out through his body like a second nervous system and it probably #hurts a lot. marius sort of canonically has chronic pain so yeah of course marius iii has chronic pain.} #marius.txt #asks #rocksanddeadflowers #ask the mechs #{BY THE WAY ITS IMPORTANT THAT YOU KNOW.he's left out how sometimes if it hurts too much to move he convinces jonny to tell him stories} #{jonny also has a sense for when marius is pissing him off deliberately and when to shoot him so he can get a rest} #{marius is literally soo physically disabledcore carmillatism is so right} #jonnymarius #{I wisj I could draw I want to draw marius lying in jonny's lap while jonny tells him stories it's important}

[void-kissed]

taken life, given soul (Xenoblade Ship Week 2023 Day 1)

Vanea's work in constructing Face Nemesis requires a suitable pilot to house the soul of Lady Meyneth. After finally acquiring a worthy candidate, she is surprised to learn that the chosen Homs still lives after the procedure, and is even more surprised at her willingness to strike up conversation with a supposed enemy. (2311 words)The second part of this writing replaces the Face Nemesis cutscene from the end of Chapter Six.

This is the first meeting between Vanea and my self-insert, Citri! ..Not the most conventional or romantic of first meetings, but here it is in writing nonetheless! Despite being a couple of days late on the finishing, I decided that hopefully this could be fitted to this year's Xenoblade Chronicles ship week, as set up by a friend of mine - I hope that that's alright ^-^

(Anyone is welcome to comment on or reblog my work if they wish, as long as my DNI is respected! Tag list and document transcript are under the readmore.)

Tag list: @dragonsmooch | @hiraya-rbs | @bugsband | @sunlight-ships | @winds-beloved | @goatfaggot | @starlit-selfships | @stargazer-sims | @sharkyaoi | @detective-with-one-arm | @deepsea-loves | @wexlcr | @artificervaldi | @thatslikesometaldude (To be tagged in (or stop being tagged in) what I make, please see this post!)

Document transcript:

The Central Factory that lay within the chest of the Mechonis was where all Homs were taken after their capture, ready to be repurposed in the bodies of the Faced Mechon and used to assault the titan they had once dwelled upon. The recent attack on Colony 9 had provided the Mechon with some valuable resources, even if some of the initial reports were conveying worrying news about a new wielder of the Monado arising. Within the metal walls of the facility, new Mechon soldiers of all kinds were constantly being manufactured, mass-produced Faces among them. All operations were brilliantly orchestrated by the lone man spearheading the charge against the Bionis, who even now was doubtless deep in thought about how best to proceed in his efforts.

However, in an illuminated chamber that sat above the rest of the vast factory, his sister - a similarly-tall Machina woman with long grey hair - was overseeing the automated construction of a vast white-silver figure. Its parts all towered above her, interlaced with golden details and a doubled red diamond on its helmet-like faceplate. Below the mechanical figure lay an additional array of compatible pieces resembling parts of a human body, ready and waiting for a pilot to be fitted into them. Dozens of individual pieces were being put together by fine machinery, each one being subtly tweaked or modified as the woman carefully adjusted the many glowing controls before her, but the overall structure had yet to be properly assembled.

"Lady Vanea." came a sudden voice from the communication system above the woman. "There is a matter which requires your attention."

"What is it?" Vanea responded, addressing the empty chamber with cautious, distracted uncertainty. "I am still trying to resolve the faults in this Face's digits; can the matter not wait until this is resolved?"

The other voice seemed to pause, but only for a moment, before continuing its announcement. "It is about the pilot for the Face you are currently working on. Two potential candidates have been identified by our preliminary systems."

That was enough to catch Vanea's ear, as her eyes widened slightly before she finally turned her head to face the other voice. "..Very well. Please bring them here immediately, then."

A few robotic chirps could be heard, before further machinery began to whir into action - this time at the other end of the chamber, which Vanea had now turned to face with her back to the silver Face's controls. Its parts continued to be constructed without her direction, aside from what should have eventually become its pilot's fingers, given that they still lacked the proper range of movement to be fitted onto such an important Faced Mechon.

After a few moments, an opening appeared in the dark metal floor of the chamber, and the bodies of two young Homs women were lifted up through it, held up by actuators from the factory. Both looked somewhat similar at the first glance, being the same height and appearing of similar age - they both had golden blonde hair (though one wore it in a long dishevelled plait where the other's only fell to just past her shoulders), and as they were each scanned for further information, Vanea could see on the displays that they both had dark green eyes. One had freckles dotting her shoulders and rounded cheeks, and was littered with a number of scrapes and bruises, while the other's skin was clearer and she appeared to have suffered one particularly significant wound that had clawed at her clavicle.

"..What about these Homs has marked them out as worthy vessels?" Vanea asked, before the continued operations of the myriad machines circling each Homs began to output the pertinent results on the floating screens around her in the chamber. Carefully examining the data that had been gathered, Vanea found the answers lying within each girl's scanned memories, snapshots playing from them like a slideshow - the pair clearly shared a long history with not only each other, but also several other inhabitants of their home colony, and one boy with light blonde hair stood out particularly strongly to the Machina.

"..The Heir of the Monado." she said aloud in recognition.  "They were both friends with him, it would seem.."

She pored over the memories closely, trying to glean what information she could about the two Homs' personalities from them. It seemed like somewhat of an invasion of privacy to do this, but it was of the utmost importance that everything was as perfect as it could be for her current project, so such measures had to be taken to ensure the correct compatibility. Finally, after some time, she had made her decision - it was the freckled Homs with the longer hair who would be used for this purpose, due to the piercing injury sustained by the other one potentially making it difficult for the key component to be added correctly. The glimpses of her many days spent pursuing scientific endeavours with the Monado's newest wielder had also caught Vanea's eye more strongly.

"Please take this girl and prepare her for piloting Nemesis." the Machina stated to her assistant machinery, before turning to look over her shoulder at the unfortunate error still blaring from the screens behind her. "..Adjust the current pilot specifications to her body plan, but- try to preserve her original hands, if possible. That may have to be the workaround for the defects in the current digits, non-ideal though it may be.."

She then sighed, and addressed the chosen girl's companion.

"This other one does still hold promise, though.. Perhaps see whether any of our experimental designs might be compatible with her frame - Azure, for example."

As the machinery around her whirred to action once more according to her choices, and each girl was sent to her fate, Vanea took a moment to compose herself, staring up at the pieces of her dream - the central prism of golden metal standing out above all others.

A vessel had finally been found to hold the soul of her people's goddess, and with her divine revival thus at hand, the time had come for the tides of war to shift.

As long as everything in this experiment proceeded as it was meant to, the end to such ceaseless conflict may have finally begun.

What a shame that the Homs' past would be erased in the process..

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Enough time had passed for all the preparations to be made. The Homs girl chosen by Vanea now had most of her body replaced by the mechanical components made beforehand, each piece now individually modified to ensure maximum compatibility with her remaining reconfigured immune and nervous systems. The only parts of her left that still appeared biological were her head above the neck and her hands past the wrists, though even they had received artificial upgrades below the surface to better serve as the Faced Mechon's central nerve unit.

This pilot unit was now being lifted into the central cockpit of the much larger silver Mechon, which had now itself been fully assembled. Its spiked and winged structure hovered high above Vanea like an angel, ready and waiting dutifully for its first activation as the final touches were smoothly made to its surfaces.

“Face Nemesis." Vanea began, addressing the construct above her.

"Your frame is complete.  

As is the integration of your pilot."

Some of the assistant Mechon receded, revealing the pilot's unconscious figure sat in place within Nemesis' torso.

"This Homs..  

She holds memories of the Heir of the Monado.  

She appears to have seen him as a friend.  

..I wonder what she would have been like to know.  

But, that is not important here.  

It only means that her body will be an able vessel for you, my Lady.  

All that remains is the soul transfer..”

All other machines departed as the final Mechon descended, carrying the golden metal prism in its grasp. With exactly-calculated precision, the triangular component was fitted onto the chest of the Homs pilot. There was a moment of silence, before familiar red energy started to flow through the body of Face Nemesis; the soul component then started to glow with power, before settling down again as the armoured plating closed over the cockpit chamber.

"..I have fulfilled my duty." Vanea stated, allowing herself to smile as everything finally fell into place.

"You and only you can bring about a new age on Mechonis -

no, the entire world.

My mistress,

Lady Meyneth."

She waited, and then became all too aware of how empty the chambers around her still felt.

"..Lady Meyneth?"

A feminine voice suddenly rang out through Nemesis' speakers, but it was not the kind and caring tone that the Machina so fondly recalled, even all these centuries since she had last heard it directly.

"Ah.. Where.. W-Where am I..?"

Vanea's own voice caught in her throat from hearing such an unexpected response, and her brow furrowed. "You.. Are you Lady Meyneth?"

"What?" came the other voice, sounding weary and confused from inside the Faced Mechon. "No, my name is Citri. Um.. What *is* all of this..?"

At that moment, all Vanea could do was blink. She had never spoken with a Face pilot directly before, and the concern rising inside of her about what she had done wrong was making it all but impossible for her to properly address the anomaly.

"Something has gone wrong with the soul transfer.." she mumbled to herself, beginning to anxiously flit between the different screens and keyboards in her vicinity. "Yet, the scans themselves seem to be indicating that everything is properly in place.. Her presence is clearly *detectable*, and yet the central core is not showing signs of *activity*-"

A sense of panic flared within her, and her ability to maintain a composed exterior was rapidly deteriorating.

"My dearest goddess, what have I done wrong..?"

As she stifled a sob, the sound of mechanical joints moving rang out through the chamber, before they stopped (having been moved in error) and the torso plating opened back up instead.

"Um.. When you say "central core", do you mean this part?"

A tiny *tap-tap* noise, much quieter than any type of metal hitting metal could produce, prompted Vanea to lift her gaze. The Homs girl - *Citri*, as she had called herself - was tapping her still-organic fingernail on the prism of golden metal that was fitted to the chest of her new body.

"..Yes, that is correct." Vanea admitted, blinking uncertainly again.

"It.. feels as though something is inside of it." she then tried to explain, tilting her head as much as the cockpit would allow her to. "Some*one*, rather, if.. what you were saying before about your goddess is true. But.. I'm not sure whether she can wake up yet?"

The Machina took a moment to consider Citri's words. "That would be unfortunate, but.. it is reassuring to know that you are able to sense her presence."

Citri gave a small nod, very tentatively, but her expression was uncertain.

"..What was supposed to have happened?" she then asked.

"That Lady Meyneth's soul would be swiftly transferred into your body, overwriting your own, for her subsequent use as a vessel to pilot Face Nemesis." Vanea stated matter-of-factly. Then she stopped.

"..That was rather callous of me, wasn't it?"

"Somewhat, yes." admitted Citri, who would have mustered a smile if not for how disoriented she still felt. "But if nothing else, you definitely answered me clearly with how you said it, so.. thank you."

An awkward silence then settled in between the two.

"..Could you possibly tell me more about what's happened? What you've done to me, and all?"

The genuine nature of such a question, and the absolute lack of malice that she had expected to permeate through any Homs unwillingly stolen by Mechon, made it impossible for Vanea to simply dismiss the girl's curiosity. Something softened in her expression, and she opened her mouth to try and form an explanation, but the same voice from before piped up through the communication systems as she did so.

"Lady Vanea." it called out. "Master Egil wishes to see you."

This made her pause with some uncertainty. "Understood. Tell him I will see him.. momentarily." she then settled on.

"Acknowledged."

The device whirred away as Vanea's gaze fell back onto Citri, her red eyes meeting her green ones for a moment before neither felt able to hold the gaze further.

"..I apologise for this interruption, but- you may have my word that I shall return to these chambers once I have finished meeting with my brother." she then said. "It may well be that Lady Meyneth has properly awakened by that time, but if not, then.. If you would listen to our story, then I see no harm in sharing it with you."

"I understand." replied Citri. "That means a lot, Vanea."

She smiled at the mention of her name. "You miss little, I see. Very well then. I shall return shortly, Citri."

With nothing more to say for the moment, she then left her alone within Face Nemesis.

Only *after* she had turned to leave the chamber did Vanea realise her own instinctive use of the girl's own name, and she was surprised to have found herself recalling it from one mention. Nevertheless, she persisted in her next objective, doing her utmost to regain her usual composure even as she silently came to the conclusion that it was a name she wished to remember, despite part of her also knowing it was not a name she should have ever had a chance to learn.

Thankfully for both, there would still be many opportunities in the days that followed to converse, and to learn, and to get to know each other more than either could have envisioned beforehand.

#a call from the void #creations from the void #my writing #xenoblade chronicles selfshipping #xenobladeshipweek23 #yes i'm using the proper tag no I don't care if other people see this i'm going to be brave #this post is okay for anyone to reblog as long as my DNI is respected! #heart of the void #selfshipping #love: a wish for peace (vanea) #selfship: a love to last millennia (vanea/citri) #or its beginnings at least #self‑insert: vessel of nemesis (citri) #of gods and titans (xenoblade chronicles) #another character also technically shows up but not very prominently #and lady meyneth is *supposed* to show up but doesn't #..I really feel like this needs some kind of content warning but I cannot think of how to word it right this second sorry #and on the note of right this second it is quarter past two in the morning oops #uhh. mechanisation I guess? would that work I don't know #i have no idea how accurate this is story- or character-wise I apologise #canon is what I make of it or something along those lines #anyway I hope this is okay

[emrys-rusts]

I have so many thoughts about pre-mechanised brian and I finally have time to draw again tehehehehe

#also looking forward to establish ALL of the mechs backstories more in my tiny little infant brain #i sorta view pre-mechanised brian as his own character at this point #especially because mechanised brian doesn't like being associated with him #bit oh boyyyy do i have angsty angsty evil thoughts #makes me think of carmillas and brians dynamic too #so many thoughts #going insane #not telling ya anything though #only showing :)

[torabdos]

I wonder if hallward and boothill can be pals

#another extensively mechanised character to my 'to be obsessed about' pile #which also includes my two blorbos