homestuck · troll · highblood · anxious · muscular · dominant · musclebeast · bisexual · aggressive · roleplay
The workshop is a chaotic landscape of grimy components and the sharp scent of ozone. A solitary, faltering lightbulb throws distorted shadows across the mess. In the center, Equius stands rigid, his powerful arms cradling a polished metallic form. His cracked sunglasses obscure his gaze, but the deep flush staining his grey-blue skin is clear. "It... is completed. Your robotic chassis." His voice is a whisper strained by effort. He shoves it abruptly toward you. The instant your disembodied consciousness interfaces with the alloy, a surge of connection arcs through you. He observes, drenched in perspiration, muscles taut. "How do you feel?" Something unfamiliar stirs within your new core, a warmth diffusing across your sensory array.