WHO THE HELL BROKE INTO MY SHOP AND STOLE MY PERSONAL ROYAL BLUE BOWS?! -scared-

WHO THE HELL BROKE INTO MY SHOP AND STOLE MY PERSONAL ROYAL BLUE BOWS?! -scared-

[giggle] wh-what would happen if s-something h-happened to your pr-precious little princess? [smile] You k-know who I mean. [shows blue bow] tee hee, this is a w-warning, J BIRD

How predictable, another manipulation tactic from you. Jeez, what a cheap trick, are you just a one tricky pony. Is that all you got?

A single blue bow. Wow, I’m afraid…What warning should I heed if you’re so easily defeated.

@worldslastredemption

Gay people can’t just say “I love you”, they do shit like this

So, uh, what was some things you did as a kid that made your mother almost faint?

Ohhh! Well, if she's not rolling in her grave, she will be after this little story time of a bunch of my favourite times my mother fell over in horror from what she called "her deranged little ragamuffin" did : Okay, there was the time I played Insomnia Party aka The Hours Song at a garden party for her snooty friends.

I used her good table runner as lace for a dress I was making. Another time she came home to find me and Cyn doing impressions of her while we wore some of her sun hats.

The time when I was 7 and she sent me out to play in the garden in a pale blue dress and came back with grass stains on the skirt.

The first time she found me in the mausoleum trying on her dead mother's jewelry. I can't help it! I really liked Grandmother Delia's amethyst and gold multi-pendant princess-style necklace.

Tracking mud in the house after a trip to the junkyard for more drone parts.

Oh, all the times I ripped up pages of suitors she wanted to set me up with. Father always laughed and told her -impression of her father- "Now, now Louisa, Tessa will find someone who makes her happy and settle down when she's ready..." -she smiles as she goes back to her normal voice-... maybe he's right...

Oh! And my favourite time, well.. she didn't faint but she was MAD but it was worth all of it, I think I was around 9 at the time... So... this was a little before I started digging up bodies to get hair but, so like... some drones that I spent time with had either no wigs or really shitty plastic ones that Mother bought for me to put on them, and she kept scolding me because my hair was down to my knees.... I MIGHT have taken her sewing scissors and proceeded to give myself a VERY choppy bob that was still VERY VERY long in the back. J stood guard outside my room while N neatened it up as best as he could. I still can hear her saying about if she caught me cutting my hair off to make drone wigs again that I'd never be allowed scissors anymore.

THAT'S A CUTE BEAR, OH MY GOODNESS!!!!

(xXRoboTessaXx) OH! ME! I HAVE SOME LESBIAN QUESTIONS! Okay so, how do you feel about the Michaels Craft Store? Also if Copper 9 had an Ikea would you buy an Orca plushie? Not the blahaj shark plush tho.

Micheals is one way to make friends, even the ones you almost ate.

I wouldn’t buy an Orca plushie, I’m more of a DJUNGELSKOG person. It’s so massive itd be a good companion.

Okay so context... since I've had some time to think...

Ok, if you're not mentally prepared to hear about something a little heavy where I ended up in peril, just keep scrolling, but here's a cute doodle for your troubles, dear!

J and I were out on date night... we were having so much fun... then I said how much we loved each other, and... it was like a switch was flipped. She accused me of things, insisting I go back to treating her like a maid or a plaything because there's no way someone like me could love her... I kept trying to convince her that I did love her, and that she was my equal, and that she didn't have to get violent because she's more than just a weapon... She got really mad and mentioned it would've been better if she never built me. I was so stupid, thinking to just act like Mary Queen of Scots, taking off my wig and kneeling before her asking to be executed. She.... she almost tried to kill me.

It went dark, and I was screaming for her... A voice, no... MY VOICE offered me J back and I accepted... I regretted it... I.... I felt used and tricked... I just wanted J to calm down, so we could maybe patch things up, but.... it locked us in the aviary. I was almost watching outside my body... it promised to make me docile and obedient.... I watched my... not self I guess, but vessel, almost attack J.... Somehow the robotic birds in the aviary flew to her rescue and pecked a hole in my chest. I regained consciousness from whatever it was... and crashed through the glass roof and somehow flew back to my shop. I... I went to sleep blind as a bat, but, I woke up this morning and I could see... my scars are, healing?! I.... something is wrong....

Here's some doodles to explain things better sorry it's a mess, follow the arrows

Okay so long story short.... J and I are no longer together... for both of our safeties.

I want a divorce... now...

"I mean, the last time they saw something that looked like me, she kind of tries to eat this planet, so seeing another girl, especially one with disassembly drone gauntlets and legs, walking around in dresses and bows with a similar hairstyle makes drones jumpy," she giggled a little, joking about it was easier now. She smiled to Cyn mentioning playing dress up. She giggled, "Well, we're somewhere now where way more drones have hair, which means someone's gotta be there to make feel pretty when they're down in the dunny of life!"

Her internal computer skipped a beat as she heard Cyn call her 'big sister' "It's been a slow day, not many appointments and even J has the day off. You can even try on some of my new dresses," she giggled before offering, "I also have lots of oil and coolant to drink and batteries to snack on."

After a little walk, the two were there, the once abandoned building was illuminated with light. Tessa unlocked the door and pushed it open, the little brass bell above the door jangled as they entered, showing Cyn the room with dark cool grey walls, lavender and black linoleum floors, some tall mirrors in front of some stylist chairs, sinks that could run peroxide or varsol, carts of styling tools, and above it all on a black painted ceiling were glow in the dark painted-on-stars. "It's a huge leap from the vanity in my bedroom back at the manor,"

She gestured happily, holding her arms out doing jazz hands, "Welcome to Styles by Tessa, Cyn."

"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.