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26yo transfemme lesbian spacecraft, it/its/she/her, no minors, kinks ahead, ask me about my tea orbital debris cleaning vessel Here be maids PFP by @squeakitties
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Thinking about a total girlfailure working at a cabaret... ill fitting bunny suit that makes her slight bit of tummy stand out. A pack of smokes and a lighter poorly stuffed into her outfit. Hair clearly uncombed, a mess of a ponytail. Just spilling drinks everywhere. Makes hella tips out of pity

hmmmmm

i am doing this whenever i speak to you

Theres a secret (blatant) hidden (obvious) theme (cry for help) in todays shipposts. 😀 Can you find it? 😀

im being very mean to the ships in my head today. sorry ships, you don't deserve it

i don't JUST want to be abused you know. i want to be a perfectly obedient servant-toy

half finished hull, rushed to try and be as combat ready as possible, lying listless in the dead arms of the shipyard, overtaken by the front and never complete. They activated her AI core, but that merely left her as a paralyzed gravekeeper, only able to oberve and mourn

the first expedition to Andromeda sent a pair of ships. only one returned, mind broken by centuries of total isolation. her logs were completely overwritten with the phrase "I MISS HER"

as you can see i equipped all of my fighters with tow cables so they can be hooked to me and i can take them on walkies. which is cute. say it's cute. stop firing at them and admit that you're jealous, i'm not indulging your frankly seductive lust for battle until then.

ship crippled in battle, radios shot off by a glancing particle beam hit, thrusters damaged beyong repair, drifting through the clouds of wreckage, obscured from the s&r ships by stealth fields stuck fully engaged

shipgirl being taken to the boneyard, but the techs forgot to turn off her AI core after disconnecting it. she screams for help but no one can hear her, laying abandoned in high orbit of a dead star, trapped in her own mind

girl who is expendable, munitions or possibly a stage of a launch vehicle, but aspires to be more, something more permanent. then she gets expended, and whoops, all gone.

everyones always on about dommy big sisters... what about the big sisters who are subby, huh? what about them?

given the privilege to be the ship used for live fire weapons tests! but it turns out you're testing dummy missiles to be used for training, no explosions at all... tragedy

Explosive disposal maids!

i love meetings! especially when they have no relevance to me. good time for posting

Seduced into making a bad decision, you know it’s a bad decision, they tell you it’s a bad decision, but the way they describe it is so hot you just can’t resist…

Feeling somewhat disappointed that English got rid of formality distinctions, I should be able to indicate my lesser status and/or the superiority of the people I talk to quickly and easily

the head maid, however, can absolutely tell what you're doing and does not approve. this will get discipline, because both the lady and you are supposed to be *her* pets.

ah, to be a maid desperately attempting to flirt with the lady of the house by preparing the best possible tea for her, but she has shit taste and cannot tell the difference between a well prepared tea and a poorly prepared tea...

レミリアと咲夜

everybody ought to praise sakuya izayoi for her hard work. thank you for your efforts tonight, izayoi-san!

i dislike inevitability, we should make it evitable instead