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I AM INCREDIBLY NORMAL RIGHT NOW!!!!!

I imagine the DD’s get a little overstimulated in their new enclosure

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Here's an old nuzi sketch to feed you hungry souls

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hot goss

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sketches of a brainwashed halfwit

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gb stuff before i go back to comms

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Headshot concept of Cynessa for my AU + hairstyle update and a bit of gothic makeup for Tessa's design :D

(I forgot to change the bow with Cyn's spider like limbs bow on the 2nd pic which I eventually changed on the 1st pic) 😭

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I'm shaken, curious, and baffled all at once. Well done!

regarding this

given that it's mostly scenes of V dominating Tessa, it's admittedly hard to feel i'm being faithful to her character and not just projecting lesbian horniness onto her

if i were justifying it, i think a workable angle might be that V didn't actually change much between the manor and copper-9. N got her to act sweet and shy, and her position as a new maid in a harsh, uncertain manor made her curl into a timid ball of anxiety. but give her power, confidence and no consequences? the brash impulse of disassembly drone V is closer to what she's really like, deep down.

but could you ever see that in the manor?

J knows her boss best, knows how much any praise excites her (even if she has to humiliate herself to get it), how she loves doing anything for her drones, how any physical touch -- hugs, demeaning pats, even stepping on her -- is enough to make her melt

so maybe one day, V walks in on the two of them alone, entangled behind a door they thought they'd locked. J might invite V to join her in teasing and tormenting Tessa, knowing her boss would like it. J's jealous for what's hers, but unlike N, V is hardly competition for boss's favorite.

and the little maid is hesitant at first -- J's invitation needs to be sharpened into an order, and even then she's clumsy and stuttering, looking for reassurance. it's pathetic enough to flip things around, spur J to give V the treatment normally reserved for Tessa. holding her softly, squeezing and rubbing until she relaxes completely, affirmations whispered in her ear. it's okay, no one will be mad at you, no one will judge you.

all of this to get V to stop doubting herself, drop the mask, and take what she wants. maybe she wants Tessa on her knees, staring up at the normally-shorter maid. or maybe she wants Tessa holding still, leaning in and not flinching as V gives a classic bleh and licks her face. whatever she does, J gives an approving nod and Tessa's smiling radiantly.

and it thrills V to finally let loose. she pushes further, indulges her impulses, letting out all the snark and cruelty we'd recognize of V. Tessa can hardly think or articulate a full sentence, once she has two cute robots bossing her around, treating her like a shared pet.

it'd be V who discovers Tessa's masochism. or maybe it's something more specific than that. a smack, a little punch, a wrist grabbed and twisted crush-gripped -- it all hits different when just before, she can see V blushing silver and smiling with so much fondness; and a moment after her, expression twists into concern, asking if you're okay, if i hit too hard, apologizing preemptively.

or maybe Tessa just knows, with the same intuition that makes her a genius technician, that these robots are industrial machinery; mechanically, they could kill her, but each hit is calculated for her safety, she's in no more danger than she is of biting off her own finger.

or maybe she knows V needs this. she can't let down her mask all the time, these little moments between them are a rare reprieve. all that stress and frustration bottled up, all of the fear and powerlessness of working under the Elliot's merciless eyes... giving V an outlet, letting her be the one controlling and capricious... it's fair, isn't it? and Tessa would look cute in a maid dress

in the end, J wasn't entirely correct when she assumed V posed no threat to her title of boss's favorite. but if cutting her maid skirt higher and swapping leggings for tight stockings was what it took for boss to look at her like that... J would never violate professional dress code.

V was crass and impulsive; there were things she'd do gleefully that J was far too dignified to endure. oh well -- J had plenty of time to chide and belittle that pair of unrestrained animals when cleaning up the mess they make.

J had self-respect, and she had Tessa's respect. she wasn't easy like her boss, and she didn't blush at V's crass jokes, whomever they were directed at. but V was unpredictable -- if she ever pinned J down and licked and bit her, if she got treated like Tessa, then J would fight back, resist, order V to stop.

J didn't ask for it, didn't want it, and thus wouldn't need to mark it against her impeccable behavioral record. still, she thought about the possibility often, in detail, imagined how it would play out, how she might outmaneuver and punish V if it ever happened. because how else would she be prepared for the possibility?

Tessa didn't look at J like that, but V sure did.

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regarding this

given that it's mostly scenes of V dominating Tessa, it's admittedly hard to feel i'm being faithful to her character and not just projecting lesbian horniness onto her

if i were justifying it, i think a workable angle might be that V didn't actually change much between the manor and copper-9. N got her to act sweet and shy, and her position as a new maid in a harsh, uncertain manor made her curl into a timid ball of anxiety. but give her power, confidence and no consequences? the brash impulse of disassembly drone V is closer to what she's really like, deep down.

but could you ever see that in the manor?

J knows her boss best, knows how much any praise excites her (even if she has to humiliate herself to get it), how she loves doing anything for her drones, how any physical touch -- hugs, demeaning pats, even stepping on her -- is enough to make her melt

so maybe one day, V walks in on the two of them alone, entangled behind a door they thought they'd locked. J might invite V to join her in teasing and tormenting Tessa, knowing her boss would like it. J's jealous for what's hers, but unlike N, V is hardly competition for boss's favorite.

and the little maid is hesitant at first -- J's invitation needs to be sharpened into an order, and even then she's clumsy and stuttering, looking for reassurance. it's pathetic enough to flip things around, spur J to give V the treatment normally reserved for Tessa. holding her softly, squeezing and rubbing until she relaxes completely, affirmations whispered in her ear. it's okay, no one will be mad at you, no one will judge you.

all of this to get V to stop doubting herself, drop the mask, and take what she wants. maybe she wants Tessa on her knees, staring up at the normally-shorter maid. or maybe she wants Tessa holding still, leaning in and not flinching as V gives a classic bleh and licks her face. whatever she does, J gives an approving nod and Tessa's smiling radiantly.

and it thrills V to finally let loose. she pushes further, indulges her impulses, letting out all the snark and cruelty we'd recognize of V. Tessa can hardly think or articulate a full sentence, once she has two cute robots bossing her around, treating her like a shared pet.

it'd be V who discovers Tessa's masochism. or maybe it's something more specific than that. a smack, a little punch, a wrist grabbed and twisted crush-gripped -- it all hits different when just before, she can see V blushing silver and smiling with so much fondness; and a moment after her, expression twists into concern, asking if you're okay, if i hit too hard, apologizing preemptively.

or maybe Tessa just knows, with the same intuition that makes her a genius technician, that these robots are industrial machinery; mechanically, they could kill her, but each hit is calculated for her safety, she's in no more danger than she is of biting off her own finger.

or maybe she knows V needs this. she can't let down her mask all the time, these little moments between them are a rare reprieve. all that stress and frustration bottled up, all of the fear and powerlessness of working under the Elliot's merciless eyes... giving V an outlet, letting her be the one controlling and capricious... it's fair, isn't it? and Tessa would look cute in a maid dress

in the end, J wasn't entirely correct when she assumed V posed no threat to her title of boss's favorite. but if cutting her maid skirt higher and swapping leggings for tight stockings was what it took for boss to look at her like that... J would never violate professional dress code.

V was crass and impulsive; there were things she'd do gleefully that J was far too dignified to endure. oh well -- J had plenty of time to chide and belittle that pair of unrestrained animals when cleaning up the mess they make.

J had self-respect, and she had Tessa's respect. she wasn't easy like her boss, and she didn't blush at V's crass jokes, whomever they were directed at. but V was unpredictable -- if she ever pinned J down and licked and bit her, if she got treated like Tessa, then J would fight back, resist, order V to stop.

J didn't ask for it, didn't want it, and thus wouldn't need to mark it against her impeccable behavioral record. still, she thought about the possibility often, in detail, imagined how it would play out, how she might outmaneuver and punish V if it ever happened. because how else would she be prepared for the possibility?

Tessa didn't look at J like that, but V sure did.

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N: Uzi!

Uzi: I think-I think I hurt my leg, but I’ll be ok.

N: Are you sure? I could help carry you if it really hurts.

Uzi: *bisexual panic* DHH-I’M FINE! HAHA! WHO’S UZI?!

N: Aaand scoop!

N: *picks her up bridal style*

Uzi: Oh wow……sports!

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j's cosplay

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My favorite character!!!

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bugs yauy

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important discussions

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the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy

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I know right? I woke ups traight into this heart spike!

heartbeat

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Finally drew Jessa for a sketch request on twitter

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WHOOOOOPS

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