[Long description: The comic opens with the R.A. placing a supportive hand on the Chief’s beaten and scarred back. She says “Woah. You’re tense.”
The frame pulls out, showing the two of them in a cramped workshop of some kind. All around them are makeshift gardening implements, including many bomb and bullet shell casings that have been repurposed into pots.
The R.A. stands with her hand on the Chief’s back, while the Chief looms over her workbench. Of the two, The R.A. is the more scrawny and scrappy one. She wears big circle-frame glasses, a military overcoat that’s a few sizes too big for her, and has her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. The Chief is built more like a tank, with broad shoulders and cropped hair. These days she’s still stomping around in pieces of her old power armor, it seems.
The R.A. says “You’ve been at it all day. Why not take a break?”
The Chief just hums and nods her off. She’s not really listening.
The R.A. pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, unbothered. She touches the Chief’s arm, saying “Here, let me help you.”
That gets the Chief’s attention. She frowns at her questioningly. The R.A. places both hands on her arm, now, and physically spins the Chief around on her heel to face her. ]
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Break, pg. 1
May 18, 2022
Content warnings:
Blood, injury, sexual themes, some consent talk (along the lines of making a mistake and talking to your partner about it.)
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A 13-page comic about the Chief getting overstimulated and transforming at a deeply inopportune time, or: The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known.
I spent so long doing image editing and writing descriptions and cropping thumbnails that I forgot what I was going to say about this comic. It’s lesbianisms. It’s Chief and the R.A. a /lot/ later on in the story. It’s my psychic prison and I get to skip around the chronology.
As usual, heed the warnings. The canoodling is very unsubtle, but (mostly) clothes-on and a vehicle for story. I am also a known lesbian, though, so...
Women.