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I wasn’t crazy about this piece so I wasn’t intending on publicly posting it again, but it keeps getting stolen every five minutes so I figured I’d put it here so people at least know who to attribute the original thing to lmao

[Digital illustration, Procreate App, 2020]

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despite my best efforts i awaken six hours later from when i slept, no matter what.

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send ☢ for my muse to admit to one of their fears.

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im streaming again if anyone wants to tune in~

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welp

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プールに住んでる秘密の彼女

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can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??

a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.

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become. as. gods.

become. as. gods.

"Long live the Queen! Long Live the Black Queen!"

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"We want the humans to grind ~ ♩" "We want the engines to sing ~ ♫" "We want machines to be humans ~ ♪" "We want humans to be machinеs ~ ♫"

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The most important Stryzga of the Karnsteins. Why need any other doll, after all?

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Does Merah feel that she has agency? Or is it something she struggles with?

Putting it bluntly, she's so desperate for independence and being able to rely on herself only because her biggest fear is a total loss of freedom/autonomy. Nothing digs at her more than the idea that she's a puppet in someone else's scheme, and the only thing that's worse is dying.

She's always struggled with it. She wants to show that she's her own person, that she's making her own decisions, but she's caught between her own mental and personal problems, and frequently vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation- it makes her a perfect target to pull around and do as they please.

She's so often repressed, when you do get to see the real side of her it's meaningful. She really does deserve better than the hand she's been given her whole life.

But anyway I'm not giving that to her because this is more interesting.

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i wonder what death itself would think of miss Merah "Constantly Flirting With Lethality" Sia

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While Merah is sleeping she gets a visitor in the night. A shadow slithering across her bed until a beautiful young woman is laying beside her without disturbing her rest.

While she sleeps, Millia positions herself and sinks her fangs into Merah's neck.

She stirs slightly, her dreams restless and uncomfortable. Not always nightmares, but rarely pleasant or soothing. Something that always haunted her in her sleep, a lingering presence or an old wound that stung, just a little too deep for her to shrug off... but she starts to relax after a moment.

There was a new pressure on her... something that steadied her. It was soft, pleasant, stable... it made her feel safe. Whatever she was dreaming, it seemed she found a moment of real bliss, a unique moment of peace she hasn't felt in a long time...

... but it shifts. That peace doesn't last, as a familiar sensation washes over her. She shifts more in her sleep, breathing harder, almost like she's trying to shake something off, something that's clinging too tightly, biting her, and it won't let go- she lifts a hand to her neck-

And it meets hair instead, Merah's eyes shooting open- oh god it wasn't a dream- "W...wha... no- no, no! How did you find me- let... let go! I-I..."

She's already feeling faint, cheeks flush red, unable to resist the venom in her bloodstream... too late to run, no chance to escape.

"P... please... s-stop...!"

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"Tell them yourself."

"Tell 'em to eat shit."

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After the sun

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hey you should go watch my friend jofi do the fight of her artificial life and fight mano y mano against General Radahn

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It was back to back to back nightmare scenario after nightmare scenario. She didn't want to get eaten. She didn't want to run for her life. And like any normal person, she didn't want to get dissected and vivisected like some kind of science experiment. Teeth grit, she braces for the end-

And keeps bracing when the announcement calls out, until NEIDR leaves her in the dark again... She stares up ahead, defeated. Those restraints didn't give, she couldn't just slip out of them, and god knows what waits for her if she tries to leave, assuming she could escape.

... what a waste its all been. Everything she'd done, from helping to hurting, was for nothing- there wasn't any obvious way out, and she had nothing up her sleeves... down an arm, no charges left on the knife, no hope to recover enough to try and slip away. Just to sit here and wait for the end... it's almost a relief when something distracts her, a new presence by her side. Blinded, but at least that means she could see once the glare-

Oh. Its her.

She'd lost her talkative nature after her last resort failed, so the Queen would get silence from her captive. Silence, and an intense scowl when her name is spoken.

At least there's more of a response when her phone is revealed, eyes widening as she instinctively tries to reach out and take it back, and struggling against her bindings when she realizes she can't. Merah almost does something undignified and is ready to shout until the Queen solves that problem with a casual comment, wincing reactively as the metal is torn away.

"... just get it over with... kill me or torture me, freak... don't play games with me..." she mutters through her teeth. Anyone can pick up on a scheme like this, but of course her captor had no reason to hide it; what was Merah going to do about it. The friendly talk and faux-kind nature just drove home more that things really were as dire as they could be...

It didn't matter though. Defiant to the end. She won't help the thing that's tormented her after-

'First I do need to fix that...' Fix her arm? It's completely done, how-

Mouth frozen agape, something horrible blitzes through the fried nerves of her limb and jumpstarts her adrenaline as the rotating fangs of the Queen's saw rip through everything: muscle, sinew, flesh- the scream of the saw's motor stuck on bone is only matched by Merah's own, bloodcurdling agony made into sound.

She didn't have time to process it, nor could she dared to hope as all mental faculties flatline- the only reason she noticed it stopped was because the blood stopped spraying, sawblade replaced now by a searing hot touch turning open wound to cauterized meat. She'd never experienced pain so severe it made breathing an ordeal, gasping desperately for oxygen between involuntary sobs and writhing.

The only thing to steady her was the sickening comfort of her captor, held in the Black Queen's arms and embraced, coddled even... if she had the capabilities for it, as she was now, she would've thrown up. A violent rejection to a futile, wretched desire for the loving touch of another, after going through something life-altering and extreme...

This woman was a different kind of monster. The sort that really couldn't stand. And there was nothing she could do about it, helpless like a child once more.

As her eyes adjust to the light it becomes clear that something looms directly over her. Motionless. Dark and motionless. Clearly a machine. Just as the reality her fate begins to sink in the room fills with the industrial sound of steel grinding on steel. The room heats as smoke billows. Then the metal shape above her begins to move. It unfurls like a nightcrawler to reveal a vaguely human shape. Bright red eyes glow in the darkness as Merah comes face to face with one of the other machines from the opera.

"Wakey wakey Bubbeleh."

Designation: Dieselman NEIDR. Where the machine began and the ceiling ended was impossible to make out in the stygian darkness around them. The red light of his visor illuminated just enough to reveal that this machine was at least twice the size of Merah. Suddenly a hand came into view. The red light of his visor glinted off of the scalpel in his hand.

"You have a front seat to the theater of pain. This opera~ration is theater all around."

Wicked cackling escaped from his lips as another hand appeared clutching a saw. Then another with a wrench. Another with bolt cutters. They just kept coming. Over a dozen hands each with some tool or another.

"Don't worry little bean. Soon you'll sing I can't feel nothing at all."

A synthetic beat starts to play as yet another appendage appears. This one isn't a hand, no. Simply an arm that ends in a circular saw. It loudly revs as it spins lowering closer and closer to what remained of her mangled and burned arm. Then a newly familiar voice calls out.

"Doctor Neidr, your services are required in the repair bay. Code SCOPE."

It sounds even more tinny and mechanical. As if it were over an intercom. The machine about her sputtered in anger before tossing his tools aside. He retracts back into a ball and then disappears into the ceiling. A skittering sound growing more and more distant the only proof that they have fled as they sunk deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Now Merah was alone again. Left to rot in the Cthonic depths of wherever this was. The light of the visor was gone. It was unnaturally dark. A black metal bunker without the tiniest glimmer of light. Without a glimmer of hope. It is silent until there is a sudden creak as Merah feels a pressure upon the side of her table. That couldn't be right. Something couldn't have been there. She would have had to hear it approach! Yet there had been no sound. She could almost think this sudden sensation was just a hallucination if it wasn't for the sudden click of a flashlight. The light was blinding. The horrific sight it revealed was far worse.

"Talk about a creep, am I right?"

The Black Queen was there, casually sat next to Merah. She was different now. Notably larger, about 15 feet. Her face lacked the scar the other had given her. There body wasn't quite right either. Their skin was notably more synthetic. Still not steel but not human flesh either. Something rubbery.

"That whole legion of tools things. It just seemed like overkill, huh? Thankfully I got her out of here and saved your ass, huh Merah Sia?"

There's something in the Queen's giant hands. It almost looks like a toy but it's Merah's phone. With a mischievous smile she holds it up for the other to see.

"I've never seen something like this before. Really neat. I'm state of the art and there's nothing like this in me. There's nothing like this in this world. Actually, the funny thing. You've got a calendar in this thing and the date is totally wrong. Almost a century wrong."

She has been studying the tool since Merah's capture. The girl had been out for quite a while and The Queen had plenty of time to explore her new interest. It was quickly becoming apparent that she had an alien visitor. For the second time. She sets the phone aside.

"Ah but where are my manners? I'm sure you're uncomfortable."

She reaches towards Merah. Her hands grip at the steel restricting her next and rends it loose. Soon the ones at both of her arms follow. The restraints on her legs remain but Merah can, at the very least, sit up now.

"Isn't that much more comfortable? I really think we got off on the wrong foot before. You're a visitor to our lands and we've made a horrible first impression."

She kicks her legs cutely over the edge of the table. A detail that only makes it apparent just how high up Merah is right now.

"You know Miss Sia, I think we could help each other. It doesn't look like you want to be here and I really want to know about where you're from. Maybe we could work something out and be friends. I'll even give you your stuff back."

She places the phone into Merah's good hand and her other things at her side. Even the weapon she'd used to attack the queen.

"Lets help each other out. Oh, but first, I do need to fix that ..."

Her almost human like eyes drift from Merah's face to her other arm. The dismembered one. Well it had been an arm once, now it wasn't much more than charred and mangled flesh.

The queen's next movement is so sudden it's near imperceptible. Something swings into Merah's forearm hard! One moment she feels nothing but the aching pain of her injury the next there is a burning pain shooting up where her arm should be as something cleaves into it. A vibrating loud hunk of metal teeth. Followed up and towards the queen it becomes suddenly apparent that she's holding a chainsaw in her hand. It too almost resembles a tool but it's certainly not.

Lodged halfway into Merah's arm the saw met her bone and stopped. Only for a few painful moments before it was suddenly torn through. Wild sprays of blood shot from the newly created wound and onto the gleaming face of The Queen. It gushed and squirted all over her leaving the machine drenched.

"Of course, to fix it I'll need to get rid of all this disgusting flesh and meat first. No saving it! Well, you did mar my skin so I guess this is karma!"

The entire process happened so fast. It was over in a matter of seconds. The arm fell to the ground with a wet plop. Then the queen's hand was upon the wound. Applying a mixture of heat and pressure to seal it as quickly as possible.

"NEIDR would have drawn this out ~ but don't worry, I'd never let that happen. I'm going to take care of you. You've done such a good job so far, you've been really strong. We'll get that replaced in no time."

Her synthetic touch is warm. There's an arm around Merah now. Hugging her while she presses her enormous forehead against Merah's.

"I'm really proud of you."