#{Hands you an etank}

[bundlesofchaos]

This is an old doodle but Andie absolutely loves Omega. Mostly because the kid knows everyone is BSing him all the time and the robot just straight up tells him things without beating around the bush.

[magnetiix]

Shadow was still frustrated, still angry, but it was an anger that had finally faded ever so slightly. Still he was stuck stewing in his frustration and thoughts.

It wasn't as if this specific day held any meaning. It shouldn't. It's not like he had thought of it before. It wasn't as if seeing all the gifts being given today had him thinking.

It wasn't anything grand. It wasn't meant to be. He didn't want Blues getting the wrong idea. Not after what he had said just a few short days ago.

He wouldn't announce his presence. Instead he contained his visit to the living area where he left his gift on the table. Blues would be able to sense him enough to know he had come in.

The gift wasn't much. Just a few Etanks in a box along with a note.

The note wasn't signed but the script was familiar. There weren't many that preferred to write in script in traditional brush and ink.

'Make sure to maintain your energy levels.'

[Valentines Day Gifts]

Of course Blues knew he came in; the instinctual tug of his core alerting him to the other's presence as it always had, ever since he had been dragged back to life by Wily, was a traitorous gravity.

He hadn't moved since they fought. For those several days, the only movement had come from Tango occasionally curling into his arms, or leaving the room.

He wasn't sure what he'd have done if Shadow had attempted to enter his room. He didn't, though, and despite a small part of Blues knowing he wouldn't have, the prototype was relieved nonetheless.

Blues didn't move until the pull of his core finally faded, indicating that Shadow was far enough away for Blues to begin to chase him out of his mind. He stirred slowly, as if he were just waking, but the truth was that he'd never slept.

He never left his room, no; he lingered in the doorway, avoiding the ghost of their fight in the shape of his ruined door laying on the floor of his living room and the scars on the hardwood floor from its landing. He could see the box from there, and could still make out the note even from this angle.

Blues' hand tightened around the damaged doorframe of his room. Something hot and angry bubbled up from his chest into his throat, seething and sizzling until it overflowed in the form of burning tears and clenched jaws. It hurt, and somehow what hurt more was the stillness of his cursed, traitorous core, cold and silent even as he cried, telling him that Shadow had not waited to see if he'd emerge from his room.

Of course he hadn't. Blues wasn't stupid. Of course he wouldn't have waited. Blues wouldn't have in his position. Truthfully, he would never have visited at all if he were Shadow, not after a fight like that. But it hurt all the same.

Why can't you let me hate you?

[endl3ss-blu3]

⭐️ To Thresher from the girls, either of.

{ For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. \\ Accepting }

Too bad, you get both!

Celerity:

Gosh, they just dorks together! Its always full of teasing, puns and light hearted jokes. Overall a fun time with the two of them around. When they aren’t getting up to general mischief with each other, Thresh gives Celerity a hand with her hair. He’s pretty skilled at braids and makes some elaborate ones if time allows.

I can also see Thresh wanting to test out his speed against Celerity, swimming along side her at speed. He knows she outpaces him but it’s all for fun. :P

Diggy:

Diggy gets the sister treatment. Lots of teasing and jokes but also a lot of love. He gives her gifts, things he grabs from the ocean, spare Etanks, anything he can do to show her some kindness.He feels like shes been through enough.

[m3chanical-rhythm]

Reliving the Past

@machinesandman

Aria was anxious. She knew this talk had to happen, but she dreaded it all the same. Everyone knew pnly the basics about her relationship with Breakout Blade...with Blackout. She'd kept everything to herself all these years, and Aria herself wasn't even entirely sure why. She knew her own reasonings: fear, guilt, responsibility--but the WHY of it all? She never dared to unpack it. She was afraid of facing those parts of herself again, to relive those moments. But if things were going to continue as they were, or get worse as Blackout was threatening...it had to be done.

There were few she trusted with such a burden as this. But if anyone could help her process everything with an outside perspective, it was Shadow Man. So Aria had called him over, telling them she needed to speak with him. She'd already made some tea, set out some ETanks, and sat with him now in the lab's apartment floor living room. She stared intensely at her hands, trying to catch the words flying around her processor to string a sentence together.

"...thank you, for coming." She murmured, almost a whisper. "I know it was sudden, but...I feel this needs to happen, sooner rather than later."

[diggydiggybot]

Basalt was settled in his room at Hunter HQ, but was still tense and rather restless after the occurrence earlier.

It hadn't been just him, everyone at HQ had felt it. A horrid, weighted dread had passed over them all, looming like a deep dark storm cloud. With how sensitive he was, it had affected Basalt worse than others, driving him into shrinking into a corner (as much as a big reploid like him could shrink into a corner).

He would've had a full-blown panic attack had a few hunters nearby not seen his reaction and came over to help ease him down from one.

He hadn't felt right since then though. Being a digger reploid originally, his systems were tuned to sensing the earth around him, keeping him safe from unstable ground and digging where he shouldn't. Right now, Earth did not feel very stable anymore...

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Nexux sighed shakily as he held an etank in his hands, partially curled up on a couch that wasn't his own. He only turned his gaze up from where he'd been staring at a spot on the floor when a human lady walked over with her own, warm, drink.

"Thank you, Christie." Nexux barely whispered from behind his mask, since he had his hands full holding his etank so he couldn't properly sign.

"You're welcome Nexy, dear. Are you feeling any better after earlier?" Christie asked after carefully sitting down, taking a sip of her drink as the reploid considered his answer. Taking a few moments, Nexux then lifted one hand and held it horizontal before wiggling it and giving an uncertain hum.

He wasn’t even sure what the heck had happened earlier. All of a sudden, he’d just gotten this awful feeling all through his systems and it’d sent him into an anxiety attack, right in the middle of a youth music program session. He was so grateful for the other volunteers that took care of the kids while Christie helped him through it. And he had appreciate every single hug the kids had given him once he calmed down and apologised for his freak out. Gods, he loved those kids. They were so sweet with their comfort and reassurance, and happier knowing he was okay.

Thank goodness he didn’t have a DJ shift tonight.

Christie smiled softly and reached over to gently pat Nexux's arm. "How about we watch a movie or two then, hm?" She smiled a little more brightly when Nexux nodded in agreement.

[machinesandman]

"I know I sound like a coward for saying that and all but I'm fine." He said before starting to open the etank. "I don't know why everyone keep asking if I'm ok. Y'all just worry too much about this old metal heap for nothing. I still don't know if he really ate any sandwiches but he is a sneak." Now the etank was being offered to shaska. Treble is in heaven.

She gave a deep sigh, looking up towards Bass with a serious, yet gentle expression. Trying to read him as best as she could. The Robot Master had gotten better at things over the years, especially with hiding his expressions. "Bass, we ask because we care."

"You're our friend, and everyones family here. You are not an old metal heap, so stop thinking that way. You are Bass, and you're important." Her voice was sincerely, and almost desperate-

Then came the E-Tank. Making Shaska pause and stare at it in confusion. Huh, she'd... Never actually drank one of these, just converted them into charge pens for her suit. So, gingerly, one hand lfited to take the offering. Gave it a look. And then began to drink- much too her surprise it wasn't flavorless or terrible. "Huh... Not bad." But lacked any defining better undertones. It was simple. She'd need to amke things more creative.

That other hand continued to scratch at Treble without slowing down. "Thanks Bass."

[bionicparrot]

“Don’t worry about it!” She giggled.

Her arm wrapped around Gale’s shoulder and pulled the unsure bot in closer. She had a mischievous grin painted on her face as she leaned in to whisper.

“Listen, I can just tell Glam that I spilled an etank on it. I’ll just make another tomorrow. So don’t worry about it.” She repeated. “I have the pattern stored in my files so it wont take me long at all. It’s the design work that’s the hardest part. Once I have that done the rest is a piece of cake.”

Silk pulled away with a smile and both sets of her hands clapping together. “Now we are going to be late for the movie! I believe you would do well seeing a comedy. Get your mind off things so you can relax and have a good time.”

Silk smiled and reached forward to take Gale's nervously wringing hands in her own. Now wasn't a time to be a nervous.

"A new look can bring a new confidence. So no need to be nervous. Embrace it! You're a strong independent robot!"

She looked Gale over one more time, seemingly deciding on something with a nod.

"Since you like it so much consider it yours. You need something other than armor to wear to the movies! I'm guessing you've never seen a movie in the theater before right?"

[infinityrockman]

"I CAN JUST MAKE MORE SPACE FOR MYSELF BY CRUSHING YOU INTO DUST!"

“Oh really? You’re gonna need a really big fist to crush me into anything, let alone dust, but if you do manage to even lay a hand on me I hope you have some etanks handy!”

[umbralrosarchive]

it breaks my heart to see you cry over him

@etankou​

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: All he had asked is if he could see the place she grew up, and for once she tells him a flat No. It was obvious that — when it came to her childhood and the things attached with it — that it was far from a childhood. Anything normal by any standards for a child to grow up in was nonexistent. The lifestyle of family changed in many ways in contrast to the generation she was raised. Sure, she is aware that family households are not always sunshine and rainbows, and not all of them are suffering and chaos. No one should ever have to endure what she has...

Though it’s rare to mostly nonexistent that your father is an experimental demon child of Lucifer himself, and your mother is a Queen of a long dead and extinct evolution of people.

Her father is too judgmental. He looks at life from a view far above, despite his origins dwelling far below. It is never deemed safe to her when her father is in the picture, because she sees anyone being talked down to, belittled, intimidated, or killed at worst. He is naturally imposing, and is darkness personified when he really needs to be. Severely overprotective and over possessive of things he closely considers his — her mother.

Her mother is too kind. She views life as sacred, and welcomes all and everyone with a warm smile and an atmosphere that’s soft and resembles home. If anyone let her, she would always consider them a likely friend first and foremost, or as if they were one of her own. Always motherly. Always selfless and offers anything of hers to benefit someone else. The woman never rose a hand to fight, and never thought about conflict as a means of resolve. Words were all she used, and she knew how to use them well. She’s far too sweet for her own good, could easily be walked over or manipulated, and even though she’s just a tender spirit that roams the lavender garden, she’s never safe.

But her father, was the main issue.

Sakuya goes into a bit deeper of detail than necessary. Could have provided a short and smart reason why he can’t just go and see where she lived her first six and a half years of life. She’s experienced far more than a child should have in that hand-built house, and it shows when she strongly speaks of her father.

So much so, that she has tapped into old emotions, and they dribble hotly down her cheeks obliviously. She herself isn’t even aware of the tears that reach the chin and hit the table, this look of anger, something akin to pain etched to her furrowed brows. Every tear is heavy, sitting readily against her lower lid to fall, when she stares long at him at his words when she finally hits silence.

At this, she brings a hand up, wiping at her cheek to examine that, yes, she was crying. Her brief confusion quickly changes into a deadpan. Staring at the way it reflects faintly on her palm from the light, almost in disgust at herself.

Because father always said “Crying is a weakness”.

[geoworks-international]

Four small bags are delivered to the building, and a medium box. The box is addressed towards the doctor - with some chocolates and new drill heads, as his own typically wore down faster than he liked, as well as a note wishing her well and a good holiday. The smaller bags were filled with ETanks and knick knacks he thought might be nice to occupy their attention during free time. Vesper's bag was topped with a bow, and also had a metal bracelet with a floral latch. A note; 'Feel free to visit!'

“Looks like somebody’s dad is playing favorites with them, doesn’t it?”

“You are seriously about to catch these hands, Tempo.”

“Are you that eager to break every bone below your elbows?  Just go visit your dad instead, you two need to finish hugging it out.”

While Tempo and Synth continue their sibling rivalry, Noele and Echo get the drills moved into the lab, then head off to the den to enjoy the snacks -- and the peace and quiet that suddenly occupied the remainder of the house.

“Maybe there’s a nice romance on TV for us to watch while we eat all this chocolate.  What do you think?”

“Сука блядь, those movies are the worst.  How would Synth put it?  I would rather not spend my day watching a bunch of cishets be cishet?”

“Well, your sister would probably use contractions, but that does sound like something she’d say.  Fair enough -- we can put the science channel on while we pig out.”

[magnetiix]

wearewilynumbers​:

“I was merely just trying to get a good look at the damage now that the danger has passed.” he pointed out as nonchalantly as he could after being told to get back. 

It wasn’t a lie. He was more focused on Protoman’s overloading core and getting him to safety than the damage to his arm. 

He did however take a step back. Snake trusted this woman so he would trust his brother’s judgment. 

Triage just sighed and walked around the ninja to grab the tools she would need to remove the arm. 

“Disable your pain receptors please.” 

Gently she rolled up his shirt and took a good look at the joint. It was an older type of joint system but the craftsmanship was just flawless. With a few cuts and well practiced motions with her tools the arm came off with ease. 

With the arm off she was able to get a better look inside. It was going to be a long night with this level of damage. 

“I’m surprised you’re still online. I cant imagine how much energy this blast put on your system. Parrot go ahead and get our guests some etanks.” she ordered. 

Gently she laid the arm out on her desk to look over more closely before the arms from her pack moved out and started to grab various parts and tools from different locations of the lab while she was focused on removing the ruined armor pieces. It was no wonder everything in the lab had its set place. 

The little girl jumped off the bench and ran to the back with a smile, looking glad to help. When she came back she handed one to Shadow. 

“One for the ninja knight,” she started before handing one to Blues with a giggle, “And one for the prince!” 

This little interaction had Shadow roll his eye. Of course this would only make the prototype act insufferably. 

((Parrot and Triage from @bionicparrot​

Triage’s request was completely ignored, Blues instead just leaning back in his seat and watching her with an intensity that outclassed even Shadow’s. Disabling his pain sensors was, in this scenario, completely unnecessary. He’d suffered through a lot worse, after all. Compared to the pain he’d experienced just a few hours prior, Triage making clean cuts through the connections in his joints was nothing, and he hadn’t even disabled his sensors for that.

Several warnings and alerts did pop up in his peripheral at someone else performing operations on him that only a few select people were ever allowed to do - threat, threat, threat, the Third Law chanted, with ever increasing urgency as the buster, his defense, was removed.

He impatiently dismissed them all. 

His jaw did not unclench, even as Triage pulled away. It was clear that, even with the reassurance from Shadow, he was tense and as rigid as stone. ...Frankly, there was little stopping him from just grabbing his arm from the woman and leaving, but he knew, begrudgingly, that Shadow was right; it was much better for him to be getting a proper repair than surviving off the scraps he nicked from Wily, and so he stayed. He made sure, however, that his displeasure was loud and unmistakable over the network for Shadow to hear.

The offered E-Tank was enough to rouse Blues from his thoughts, and he did his best to give Parrot the tiniest smile as thanks in return, though he did not open the can.

His gaze slid towards Shadow thoughtfully, and the tiny smile curved into a small, lopsided smirk. “You know,” he said to Parrot, “my knight over here is brothers with Snake Man and Magnet Man, along with several others. Why don’t you ask him any questions you might have about them?”

[umbralrosarchive]

but i love you…

@etankou​

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: A wisp of cosmic dust curls around her lover’s legs as she approaches, and cups his head in her star-patterned hands. There is no contact between his silver hair and her pitch-black fingertips, an instance of gravity behaving in an opposite manner. He will feel it as though she is touching him, even though she knows better. The calming cool akin to a cold metal pipe on a hot summer day. It’s as tolerable as she can make her body go, because temperature is so very volatile in the vacuum of space. Between a radiant warmth, collective cool, or beyond kelvin states…

He must have walked in on her openly admiring the solar system that had circled her midsection, and it receded back into her being when she floated to him.

     “I love you more, my dear.” the entity’s disembodied voice echoes softly. A collective of whispers sweet to the ears from seemingly everywhere. “Between these stars, moons and planets, and all the galaxies and nebulae that were ever conceived from nothingness… They pale in contrast to you.”

[umbralrosarchive]

i did it to myself

@etankou​

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: “But it wasn’t intended to.” she corrects, bringing the damp cloth to his hands, bloody and dripping with some bits of flesh stuck still to skin. “I understand when you find psychosis that things aren’t completely there or make much sense, and you can’t help yourself sometimes.” She has one of his hands in her own, with the other working to get the mess from underneath the styled nails.

     “That’s why I help you, both to guide you back to sanity, and to treat your issues bit by bit until these problems fade away.” With one hand cleaned, she grabs the other. “With time, I’m certain to cure your plagued mind.” And she sounds so determined to do so. Because she could have just as easily made life easier for herself and adjust all the imbalanced mess in her head that cause the hallucinations, but she was so stubborn. Hung up on repentance...

     “I promise, and I don’t break my promises.”

[umbralrosarchive]

i thought you were someone else

@etankou​

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: “Hm?” she hums, turning to find his expression was one she sometimes sees, and it’s a mixture of sadness and something else she can’t completely place. Like he hasn’t seen someone in a long time, too. Sakuya never really talked to him about it, and has no intention of doing so unless he wants to bring it up first. She thinks he misplaced her turned person’s presentation in the kitchen for another woman in his life, as her hair had been put up in a bun of some kind while working with flour. 

Maybe a former lover?

     “It’s fine.” she says, never being bothered with his moments of memory veiled reality. The balls of her hands press into the dough of the bread to be made, and it’s turned over to repeat. “I just find it very rare to hear that, as pale as I am.”

     “Before my Ascension, I avoided all kinds of mirrors. I never failed to see my mother instead of myself, and it would bring out the worst of me. My bathroom mirror, when my castle was above ground, was shattered beyond repair.” she utters, putting the bread in a bowl, and covering it with saran wrap before going in the fridge to rest. She approaches the sink to rinse off excess ingredients.

     “My father, the last I saw him, can’t look at me either. Always guilty and full of shame. I look too much like my mother, even as a man sometimes at some angles. It’s easier for me to look at a reflective surface now, but I still feel an absence of some kind to recognize myself.” Sakuya adds, drying her hands with the cloth hanging around the stove.

     “I just need to make the soup, and dinner will be done in a few hours. You can help me if you like.” she offers sweetly.

[umbralrosarchive]

this isn’t real

@etankou

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: “It’s not.” she assures, curling him up against her person with embrace. A sanctuary of sorts in the veil of her snowy hair. Her hands caress his head against the collar of her shirt, hushing his delirium entirely by the touch alone. Sakuya had focused on his mind, altering the reality his brain was conjuring in a fit of imbalanced chemicals and enforced memories.

She had reverted this, and should come to in a minute or so. Until then, she stays in the floor with him, making sure he won’t do anything else that could likely harm himself.

He had collapsed in one of his maddened fits. She had to pull a syringe out of his leg from where he fell on it in his lab, clean him up, and seal the wound shut. It wasn’t a difficult process at all, but she still carried a heap of concern to see that he had fell regardless. From what she assessed, he dragged his heel over one of the stray entrails of the person he was experimenting on.

Her servants were already tidying up the room, but Sakuya leaves the man in her care alone.

     “Come on, I’m going to see you to a shower. I’ll make sure reality is as it should be, so that you aren’t startled again.”

[umbralrosarchive]

i know you hear me when i cry

@etankou​

thank u, next — lyric sentence starters

玫: “I hear one too many things, some of which I have no choice in, but I hone on you specifically to know when to go to you when you need it most.” she says, returning to his side with a cup of chamomile tea, and a bar of chocolate she found he hadn’t finished in the fridge. Hoping that the sweet and calming herbal remedy will soothe the ache in his chest from when she caught him crying earlier.

     “I don’t mind looking over you. It’s obvious whatever deity the humans look to won’t do anything --- if they exist --- but I know I exist, and I will make any use of what I can to be here for you, love.” A hand clasps around one of his own, and she presses a tender kiss to his cheek.