I'll make sure no artist worth their salt wants to work with you, ESPECIALLY Caenn and Phenex and all those that I'm close with.
You're gonna find out.
"Hmm yes, I shall be a giant douche to people and then make a post begging for art, I am intelligent"
When's the last time you've been outside?
I offered to help you, even if just take placeholder screenshots until you can find a proper artist- but with how I was snubbed?
The woman is silent, just taking a moment to rest after all of that- despite having been unconscious for all of that surgery, she was exhausted; likely because it was an induced sort of sleep to keep her under for the removal of that cancerous Nexus.
"Maybe that'll mean -
Two days with nothing to accompany her but her thoughts.
As the woman slowly stirs, she winces and squints, ignoring the absolute hell of a headache she had awakened with;
She felt the heat of a hand before anything else, and flops her own over to hold it; perhaps -
had done it. He wanted to be there for when she awoke.
Signal dampeners lessened in intensity, and he would be there. Hand resting atop hers. They had advised against it, stating she could easily rise up and kill him, but that was with just about everything on this ship.
One of the first signs of genuine compassion from the machine...
Removing that part had been laborious in and of itself; the thing was buried in her head like a cancerous growth, a twisted amalgam of machine and synthetic flesh, hidden deep in the unit's head for protection. -
Headcanon; Connor takes the time to Brush @Devastator019's hair in the hopes of getting her used to 1. Time with people. 2. The concept of basic care & Companionship without the need for reciprocation.
Enemy HQ trying to coordinate.
The only thing the enemy is receiving;
"(Oh-oh, here she comes)
Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh-oh, here she comes)
She's a maneater!!"