ExtremeSlash

Not on the field anymore. They're still protective of me. I don't mind.

Likes to fill me in on the new hounds she has to train but still makes time for an old dog like me.

Glad my old mech is getting some use too..

Mix of balam scraps and arasaka firmware.

She's seen some shit. Older gen. I got from an old terran vendor. But the old autocannons seem to still sing.

Ik they're antiques but they still punch through hulls like tissue paper in the right hands.

Sometimes I yearn for a sortie.

Air dense with gunpowder,sweat,and uncertainty instead of printer ink and stale coffee.

But my days are past.

Fly high you spry mutts.

sorry but this is my favorite DM i’ve ever got now :3

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*deeeep inhale*

You don't need to fight to exist. You don't need to fight to get support. You don't need to fight to live how you want to. You don't need to fight *yourself* to do big changes. You don't need to fight your sicknesses. You don't need to fight poverty. You don't need to fight to live. You can just. Stop. You can just. Be. Be who you want to. Be whatever.

And the entire time, there's a large, wonderful plant woman who wants nothing more than to treat you like a pet. She feeds you, she takes you to the doctors, she worries about providing for you, and all you need to worry about is when you want to play and when you want to cuddle.

And. In a world where I feel like I can't stop fighting or ill die, or I'll lose my rights or whatever. It's a nice escape. One where I don't need to pay attention to the horrible things that are happening for my own wellbeing.