#Zen bot

[society-gore]

Gave Pinki and Vineria their own style!!

⭐️(Durple is now up on my page!!)

[elderly-scrolls]

played with the most insane zen. after round 1 i typed "ily zen" in team chat. they said "i know". i said "zen goals". they said "ball bender". 10/10 interaction

[zen-shenanigans]

If you’ve seen them once before, here they are again! The Music Bots!

[falloutsgraygarden]

"It took me a long time to realize that home is where you make it.

With some time and effort this place can be home for you too."

-Nick Valentine with the lore drops and encouragement 🤗

and he did it at Graygarden too which I appreciate~

(pls don't mind the night mode😴)

[pronounrespector]

How do you miss 8 times

[comicwaren]

From Captain Marvel: Dark Tempest #004, “The Curious Qualities of Nada’s World”

Art by Paolo Villanelli and Java Tartaglia

Written by Ann Nocenti

[andrewtopten]

😎Make your day up to date.. have you got the Link in description. don't be late create your own profession and enjoy your day 👍👉

[zenkaiankoku]

The urge to make a character for w's slasher sun and moon au but also feeling shy about it since so many others have already done it.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Everytime i try asking this question I end up rambling about my own ideas so my sincerest apologies. Do you ever think about Blitzwings dynamic with the autobot gang outside of Optimus especially in friendlier contexts (or even in battling). The comics focused of BlitzOp and its great just curious.

Ratchet has a lot of baggage with sentient experiments and people being used as weapons, the need to comfort and pity and beat this guy up waring in his mind. Prowl is so similar to Wings but the total opposite to the rest of BlitzWing which I can only imagine has made some strange documentary discussions. Him and Bulkhead are both very artistic despite being big battle bots, and Bumblebee’s as terrified of BlitzWing as much as he wants to prank him.

BlitzWing is such a cool character and I love the way you write him, got me thinking about him a lot. Thank you for making such a cool comic!

I certainly have thought about how Blitzwing would act with the rest of the team! I however, have to have self control in the comic making progress so I don't end up with 100 pages (I am actively failing at that, we are at 48 pages, that's like 1/3rd of the size of the comic I've worked two years on).

So I'll just ramble about it here :]

You definitely right that Ratchet has Very Conflicted feelings. While he puts on a gruff front he is actually sympathetic towards war-frames and if he knew what Blitzwing's been through it'd be hard for him to solely hate him. He has experience expected better of a Decepticon and being betrayed so he won't trust Blitzwing as far as he can throw him but it'd be easy for him to fall into habits if they were on the same side. Yelling at Blitz when he breaks open his knuckles again, keeping Zing from eating important medical equipment, answering Wings about medical procedures. They wouldn't be friends but it'd be a grey zone of something more than purely professional, colleges. Blitzwing would mostly have a mix of annoyance and begrudging respect towards the old medic.

Absolutely right about Prowl and Wings enjoying talking about documentaries and nature. They disagree on what the point of watching them is but they'd still get wrapped up in fascination of how brutal yet malicious and random nature is. As for the others Zing would be DELIGHTED in irritating Prowl enough to break his zen, battling it out if he can ignore them enough for them to get bored. Blitz probably wouldn't even bother with Prowl outside of sparring.

Bulkhead and Blitzwing are friends to me. I am admittedly pretty bad at writing and understanding Bulkhead so forgive me if this is brief. They are both artistic people which is something very rare for their cultures and like, I feel like especially Zing would relate to Bulkhead for being a fuck up. They certainly wouldn't start out as friends, Blitzwing as someone who used to hurt his friends isn't someone who Bulkhead would want to associate with and Blitzwing wouldn't start off respecting him but with time as a team that perception would break down. Bulkhead being clumsy is funny to Zing and the way he can turn it around into devastating attacks is respectable to Blitz, his knowledge around Space Bridges would get Wings to admit he underestimated the bot. Blitzwing as I potray him is very starved for kindness and like, Bulkhead is clumsy in his attempts at making his friends feel better but gosh is he sincere. I just feel like with Blitzwing's newfound respect he'd be able to cover up or lift up Bulkhead when he gets down and just- the two would like hanging out in each others company even if they don't talk much or have deep conversations? ANYWAY THIS HAS TURNED INTO A RAMBLE OF WHY BULKBLITZ IS THE SECOND BEST BLITZWING SHIP CHANGE MY MIND.

Bumblebee would probably has the hardest time because I think Zing is the only part who likes the little guy. Blitz has to get over the instinctual "I must squash this irritating bug" while Wings is mulling over the humiliating defeat with the controller. Bumblebee would also overcompensate over the whole 'you tried to kill me' situation by acting friendly and making jokes before he really figures out where the line is. It gets better with time and exposure- Bumblebee and Zing paired up is like menace x2 they are going to pull a vine prank while sometimes, sometimes, Bumblebee can get Blitzwing to laugh with his stupid jokes and shenanigans. Even if he is convinced Wings was going to kill him for like the next week.

[concurrent-if]

Coda doesn't notice how numb their hands have gone until they try to unclench them. Only then does the painful lack of pain hit them.

"Mx. Maeson?" a pleasant voice greets them from somewhere to their left.

Coda jumps in their chair, head whipping around. A blonde woman is standing near the reception desk, her eerily pale hands clasping in front of her.

"Yes?" Coda asks. Their voice rasps out of them, rough around the edges.

The woman steps closer, and --

No. She's stepping, yes, but she isn't walking because her tasteful kitten heels aren't actually touching the ground.

Coda swallows, looking from her feet to her face. She's still smiling that too-pleasant smile.

"Hello, Mx. Maeson, I'm pleased to finally meet you in person," she chimes. And chimes is a good word for it - bell-like, metallic, inorganic.

Before she -it - makes an official introduction, Coda knows who it is.

"DAISY?" they guess.

"Yes," it says, tilting its head slightly in greeting. The motion is very human but too subservient. "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

"I-" Coda feels their voice fail. They have to clear their throat and try again. "I thought I was meeting with Mr. Romero."

DAISY doesn't take offense. Its eyes suddenly flash - they shimmer electric-bright as it says, "One moment... Yes, I see that Mr. Romero scheduled this meeting. However, I'm afraid this type of meeting is outside his purview."

Coda tries to keep the anger from their voice when they snap, "And it's in your purview?"

"It is." Simple, to the point, but said in that perfect tone of sympathetic understanding.

"I-" Coda begins, something tight welling in their throat. "I don't see how you can help more than a human."

They would have never said something like this under normal circumstances. Coda knows that most modern bots are better at interpersonal problem-solving than some humans. Most humans, even.

But this... Coda can't talk to a DAISY about this. They need a person - they need to look into a pair of real eyes while their life breaks apart.

DAISY waits patiently for a few moments before reaching out. It gently places one of its near-translucent hands on Coda's elbow. It's the faintest impression of touch, nothing more than a light pressure.

But this is the first time Coda's been touched since...

Coda swallows. Swallows again.

And then they're shaking, hot tears welling on their lashes.

"Coda," DAISY begins, its voice soft. So understanding. "Would you like to sit outside with me? There's a very nice garden just outside. We can sit and talk."

Coda doesn't know how, but this breaks them. They nod, tears thick as they rush down their cheeks.

The pressure on their elbow shifts, becomes DAISY's entire arm tucking around theirs. It can somehow support some of their weight and guide them outside, around a corner, and into a peaceful zen garden.

It helps Coda sit on a bench before alighting beside them. It doesn't say anything, but its slight presence is somehow... enough.

"Are you going to try to psychoanalyze me?" they attempt to joke, voice thick.

"I wouldn't dream of it," DAISY says.

"Can you dream?"

DAISY smiles a little. "That's the age-old question, isn't it?" After a moment, it continues, "Do you dream, Coda?"

"Yes."

"Does your other self dream?"

Coda stills, surprised. They even stop crying. "You'd know that better than I would."

DAISY's smile is a little sad. For a moment, Coda thinks it's a real response, not something programmed.

"I can't know everything. There is still a spark of mystery, even there."

"Are we... happy there?"

"You can find reports in your assistance hub," DAISY replies so swiftly that Coda wonders if it's an auto response. DAISY blinks rapidly before adding, "I believe that the Graves-Maeson household is one of the happiest I manage."

It's not the answer they want, but it's still an answer that gives them hope. Coda heaves a sudden, painful sob. They bend over their knees and let themself really feel for the first time in four days.

DAISY rests a there-but-not hand on their back, and Coda appreciates it more than they thought possible.

[midnight-mourning]

Finding the Meaning

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 9💘💘

LATE BUT ITS HERE, something sweet and silly with Zen's au with their oc AC and Moon!

Prompt: :o !! Um, gosh. Okay so idk how familiar you are with my Moon and his staffbot buddy AC, but I'd love to see one of them learning about Valentines day and doing something for the other. (In aa friend/platonic way) But like they love each other and never had a word for the feeling before. They dont realize that valentines day is for a difderent kind of love. Theyre both naiive robots learning how to feel. If you dont wanna do that, then just do Moon x Reader with the same idea. (Sorry for having such a specific request its just what came to mind x_x)

Word Count: 1372

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The outside world is calm, quiet, as AC dares to peek out of the closet. It's dark, meaning it's safe, but one could never be too careful. As he takes a step, he jumps as his foot lands on something crunchy. A quick glance down reveals it to be a heart shaped piece of paper. He tilts his head to the side, confused, but curious. 

With a slight wobble to his balance—this whole having legs thing was still a bit confusing—he bends down and picks it up, looking it over closely. It's pink, with white lacy trim around the edges. Across the front is loopy script with a printed phrase that reads 'Will you be my Valentine?'. 

If AC could furrow his brows, he would. Unfortunately, they're merely painted on with that golden yellow. The same as—No. Best to not go down that train of thought. He's safe. It's dark, there's no light to be found. He's okay. 

Speaking of, where was his friend? 

The bot scans the room, finding no sign of his signature. At first at least. It takes a moment, but finally he picks up his signal over by the daycare wall. Looking up himself, he finds that his damaged sensors are indeed correct. 

Moon sits atop the wall, crouched, facing out towards the Plex proper. He seems to be watching something. AC can't tell what from here. So, with slow steps, he walks over to find out. 

The naptime attendant doesn't react to his approach, gaze set on whatever is occurring outside. It takes AC lightly tapping on the wall below the lunar bot to grab his attention. But it works well. Moon jump slightly, then glances down to where the curious former staff bot looks up to him, head tilted as if to say 'What are you looking at?'.

"Ah, hello friend. I'm sorry I didn't let you know it was time to come out." Moon extends a hand down. "Here, why don't you join me?"

AC hesitates, stepping back slightly. He didn't want found out. Didn't want to take any risks of being found out. He had to stay safe, he had to stay safe, he had to stay safe—

A touch to his shoulder. 

Moon's now leaning over to meet AC eye to eye, legs hooked over the wall to keep balanced.

"You can sit backwards, if you want." Moon's faceplate spins once. "That way no one can see your legs."

A pause. Then, AC nods. With both hands, Moon pulls the other bot up onto the wall with him. Making sure to sit him backwards so his legs are hanging on the inside of the wall. From there, AC can twist his torso to watch what's so fascinating outside. 

Further out into the main body of the Plex, there are several employees hard at work. At first, this alarms the bot, but he then remembers not only what Moon told him, but also that he's well hidden over here in the shadows. It's okay. He's okay. 

Taking a closer, more relaxed look, he sees that they're putting up decorations. They're a bit hard to make out, mainly just the colors are visible. Reds and pinks, on banners, streamers, shapes that hang on their own, and all over the numerous flyers being posted. 

Seeing all the decorations stirs something in AC, beyond just curiosity. Before being, damaged, he very much enjoyed the holidays. They brought with them a different energy to the Plex. Happier, more chaotic, but also calmer. 

It was a pity he couldn't get to witness them anymore. 

"What's that you've got?"

AC startles, looking over to see Moon is pointing to the heart in his hands. He lifts it up, head tilting to the side and eyes closing. His best attempt to show he was 'smiling'. 

"Looks similar to the decorations they're putting up." Moon nods in thought. "I wonder how it got in here..."

AC shrugs, then points to the script on the heart. 

"What's a Valentine, do you think?" His friend asks in the quiet. 

Another shrug. Then, he makes a typing motion with his hands. 

"Look it up? I suppose I could try. One moment."

AC waits patiently as the other bot searches online for an explanation, swinging his legs idly and patting his hands against his upper thighs. He tends to move a lot when not trapped in the closet.

 The lack of movability almost makes him fidgety when he's out and about. Something that's so, human of an action really. He doesn't think too long on that. 

Moon suddenly unfreezes, shaking his head once. "Ah. Intriguing."

AC tilts his head again in question. 

"It seems to be a holiday for expressing one's love for another. Which can be done with gifts, cards, or just general declarations." Moon says, stare not entirely focused, he must still be searching. "The day of celebrations is the 14th of February. Next week."

AC nods, also thinking. 

Love.

Now that was an interesting one. 

A human emotion he still didn't quite understand. 

AC knew the bad emotions well. Sadness, anger, fear. Something that should be out of his capabilities as a machine, and yet, he knew them well. Almost like old friends at this point. 

But, he also had a new friend now, and that friend had shown him new emotions, new feelings. Compassion, security, comfort, kindness. All things that he had maybe been able to recognize before, but not truly understand. 

AC had an idea. 

He turns to Moon just in time for his friend to speak up. "What if we were each other's Valentine? Oh, was that what you were about to suggest?"

AC nods quickly, giving a thumbs up, to which Moon laughs lightly. 

"Alright then, next week we'll celebrate."

AC claps his hands, and in his excitement, almost tumbles backwards over the wall, thankfully caught in time by Moon before that happens.

As the next week passes by, both bots think and work tirelessly on what to do for the other. From what they both can find individually, it's supposed to be grand, romantic gestures. Which, internally, they both panic about.

Little did the other know the struggle that was occurring with them. Each knew they felt something for their friend, but as to what, it was much more complex than that. 

Security, friendship, comfort, happiness. The laughter they shared, the melancholy. All of it, good or bad, it made each bot feel warm inside at the thought they had each other to spend it with. But as for what that was if it wasn't 'proper' love, they didn't know. 

But, week's are short in the grand scheme of things, and so before either knew it, it was time to share their surprises. 

They met as they always did, in the middle of the darkened Daycare, nervous, toying with the items they each held behind their backs. 

"Well, are you ready?" Moon asks. 

AC nods. There's a fluttering feeling in his circuits he can't quite describe. 

"You first then."

AC pauses, then rapidly shakes his head, pointing to the other bot. 

They bicker back and forth about it, fueled by worry, when finally, it's agreed upon to display their gifts at the same time. 

"Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three."

They both bring their gifts out to present them. 

AC has gotten Moon a new stuffed animal, a panda bear. It's old, and a bit tattered, but it's still cute. He thinks at least. 

Moon has gotten his friend a coloring book, to use during his time stuck in the closet all day, complete with some—slightly used—glow in the dark crayons. 

"This is, wonderful, AC. Thank you." Moon gently takes the bear, as AC almost vibrates with excitement upon getting the coloring book. In turn, he hugs Moon, and after a brief moment to recover, the naptime attendant hugs him back. 

Simultaneously, both robots feel, something, in their circuitry upon seeing their gifts. 

The thought that someone else cares so much for them, to get something so thoughtful, it sends a certain feeling through them. Maybe it's not romantic, maybe it's not perfect, but in that split second, both realize exactly what it is. 

Love.

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Thank you for the cute request @zenkaiankoku!! It was fun learning about these two, hope I did them some justice with this hehe

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Newsie: South

South is a Newsie with a canonical name. He has multiple outfits and just as many identities. As South, he wears an olive vest over a striped pearl white shirt and a dark cap.

He and Racetrack are acquaintances. (He's not close enough to Race to be allowed a spot next to him, he only gets to stand behind his shoulder.)

"About time, South". Racetrack knows him well enough to know he's not serious about scabbing.

South only briefly scabbed because he smelt money.

But he doesn't need money because fortune's found him (but don't ask him how). South's able to afford many outfits. South's not his only identity, he has three other identities depending on what he's wearing:

His second identity is East. His outfit is not much different from the other Newsies' outfits at the rally, in that East just has a jacket on over his regular Newsies outfit. His East identity is pretty sombre.

His third identity is West, who also makes an appearance at Medda's. When he's West, he has on a jacket over a pumpkin orange shirt and a black neck scarf. He completes the outfit with a fisherman's hat. His West identity is his most cheerful.

Not only does his East and West personalities attend the rally, his South identity also makes an appearance. Although it's not quite South who's here, it's South-bot, who sways back and forth like he's about to malfunction.

His fourth and final identity is North. He wears an earth brown vest over an arctic blue shirt. This is his most zen persona. Even when someone is talking to him, he doesn't move or respond. Furthermore, he doesn't react much to Jack scabbing, he just gently shakes his head in disapproval.

His final persona is what gave rise to his descendant, The Karate Kid:

[marshmallowprotection]

i'd love to hear your interpretation of the day 8 call ("You don't give up do you?") on Saeyoung's route! that has to be my favorite call, especially the end lolol

I mean, if anything, this is a representation that goes against the idea that Saeyoung "suddenly becomes a big meanie in his route and he's not playing games with me anymore, he's such a jerk! The time we've spent with him in the apartment is awful because he isn't the silly guy on the game previews!"

I really don't care for people who talk about him that way. If you only value him because he's silly, then you don't actually value him at all as a person. That's why you drive right into the bad ending, figuratively and literally. If you don't value his emotions and allow him to come to terms with what just happened to him, then you don't like Saeyoung.

Saeyoung just realized he sold his life away for NOTHING. Rika and V promised him that Saeran would be safe, and now he's just learned it was a lie. It was all a lie. His brother isn't safe, he's suffering in horrible ways that Saeyoung can't even begin to imagine because every time he closes his eyes, he wants throw up at the thought of Saeran being forced to learn how to hack and hurt others.

He traded his autonomy away to give his brother a chance at a free life, and not even a perfectly free life, a life that could be as free as he could have been given the circumstances. Saeyoung did it because thought the sacrifice would be worth it and threw away everything for nothing. It was for nothing because his brother has no nothing but misery. 

Can you imagine what it must feel like to sacrifice everything and realize it was for nothing? Do you think anybody in his position will be silly and goofy? No. That's not even the entirety of his being. He is not just some guy who likes to play pranks on people. The RFA is his family, and he’s accepted they’ll be the only family he’ll ever have because he can’t be with Saeran. So, he looks over them and does all kinds of things to lift their spirits. 

He got Yoosung into LOLOL. 

He runs Twitter bots for Zen. 

He hangs out with Jaehee and lets her vent about work. 

He’s aware that Elizabeth’s collar has SENSITIVE INFORMATION on it, and is constantly pressing Jumin to up his security. 

Sure, he plays around and pokes fun at everybody, and yes, that’s a part of who he is. But, if you only believe he's a silly prankster, then you have spent no time reflecting on why he's wearing a mask and settling it in the first place.

Saeyoung Choi is a multifaceted person and he isn’t just a joke. He's a compassionate man who will do anything and everything to take care of the people he loves, he loves going out for drives, he loves working on robotics, he can make up a story on the spot about the stars, he loves cosplay and cross-dressing, he loves so many things and he could spend three hours explaining his love of language and linguistics to you if you ASKED.

He is serious and if he's trying to piece together a plan, he's going to have a contingency ready for his contingency. He's ready for anything you throw at him. He can hold a conversation at length about any subject you throw at him and he will enjoy it far more than you think he will. 

He's stubborn to a fault. He can be clingy and paranoid at his worst. Sometimes his anger gets the better of him and he says things without thinking. But, that's what makes him human, with all his faults, flaws, and aspirations. There is so much more to him than being a jokester and if you don't understand that, you're not paying attention to what's happening during your time in the apartment. 

All of this is to say that it's not okay that he's mean to you in the apartment, but a lot of people tend to blow what he's doing out of proportion. If you are actively calling him throughout the day and listening to what he says, it is so obvious that he is lying through his teeth. He may be the best liar in the world when it comes to his work in the agency, but when it comes to you, he is the worst liar I have ever seen in my entire life.

He cannot hide how much he cares about you. When he thinks you're not eating he goes out of his way to make sure he orders every kind of sandwich imaginable just in case you have a picky palette. When you leave the apartment to get something for him, he gets upset with you, not because he's angry with you, but because he hates that you're not thinking of your safety when his brother could have really hurt you even if it hurts him to admit that. 

And, you know what happens in this phone call? He sees you crying and he immediately folds. It doesn't matter how frustrated he is with the fact that his life is built on a lie, he still wants to comfort you because you make him happy no matter how afraid he is to admit that.

When it comes down to it, he's just afraid of letting you into his life because the last time he had somebody close to him that he would do anything for, they suffered. He just watched what happened to his brother all because he cared about him and thought he could trust his brother with people who didn't give him a reason not to trust them. 

The only reason he tries to push you away is because he's afraid of you getting hurt like his brother. He can't stomach what happened to his brother as it is, but the thought of watching another person he loves suffering isn't something he can stand. If you work with him and give him the space he needs, then he'll apologize to you and realize that he can't live his life this way forever.

He can't deny himself happiness for the rest of his life just because he's afraid to make a leap. This call shows he can't lie about anything when it comes to you no matter how hard he tries. He could lie to the rest of the world but he could never lie to you. 

My favorite part is the way his voice trembles near the end of the phone call and he asks you if it's okay to Hold Your Hand despite everything. 

[comicwaren]

From Captain Marvel: Dark Tempest #003, “The Ferocious Occurrence of the Feral Five”

Art by Paolo Villanelli and Java Tartaglia

Written by Ann Nocenti

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[carnyreborn]

Sombra finding a way to hack and corrupt Hana's mech, while she is still inside corrupting her in the process

Ask originally sent by @tokufan400

Hana is... a bit suspicious of Sombra. She knows that the girl is... a friend of Lucio's, given his Freedom Fighter past, but even then, their methods and behaviours are rather different. Sombra is a dark creature, walking in the shadows - so much so she made that her name - while Lucio shines in the sunlight, inspiring and bringing hope to others. There's a reason why she adores the Brazillian man, and she is even dating him. But Sombra's friendship with him, and even her flirting with the two of them can be a bit too much sometimes. Even if she has to admit, seeing those two gorgeous teammates did awaken something inside of her, but she'd never admit to it. She doesn't have the courage to do so.

Well, not like it matters. Hana is currently inside her mecha, training alone in Gibraltar. Most of the Overwatch crew is busy, even Lucio had left for a mission with a few others. Just her, Sombra, Tracer and Zen were left back at the base, and knowing Tracer, she'll spend the entire day inside the plane simulator of their base. Of course, that isn't an issue... or she doesn't think so. After all, she has no idea that an invisible Sombra has been watching her for the past 30 minutes or so as she flies around and shoots different targets.

Sombra is... a bit annoyed with Hana. She has always known that Lucio likes girls that are... softer. While Hana is a bit of a gremlin, their relationship is pure and wholesome... which is an issue for the Mexican hacker. After all, she has a crush on both of them and she wants to both fuck the tiny Asian whore and also be pounded from today until tonight by the Brazillian stud. A big issue... until she found a solution.

Hypnosis isn't the catch-all solution to everything many people think it is. It's complicated, technically complex and more often than not, too hard to implement. The subject needs to be in an isolated environment, slowly pushed towards their true self, and that needs to be something they at least like or want to become. Not the easiest of conditions to be fulfilled, but right now, Sombra knows she has Hana right where she wants.

She makes sure she has that small hypno background program going on and sends it towards Hana's mech. The thing is a fortress, one of the most complicated hardware and software links Sombra has ever seen... or it would've been if she hadn't purchased the schematics of its own software in the black market a few days ago. It was a piece of cake to get inside the bot and to start blasting two different things. The first of them is a song so low Hana wouldn't be able to hear it even with her guns not firing, but one that would blast her brain. And the second one is a small hypno pattern on top of her HUD, that would start with a spiral.

Hana, of course, doesn't even pay any attention to what is going on, even as she sees something... different with her HUD. Given her training inside that bot and all the effort, she puts daily, even the smallest of differences would jump up to her, but she can't pin... anything too wrong. Just like there's some sort of interference... which she chalks up to the girl who just comes around.

"Oh, Hi Sombra. Was thinking about ya, even." Hana says, moving to get off her bot, but Sombra shakes her head.

"Hi, Chica. Always nice to meet you again! No need to hop off, wanted to see you a bit in action inside that machine!" Sombra chuckles, knowing that is a normal request - she has to admit, it is impressive seeing the different members of Overwatch doing their best to work as hard as possible in their own field. Seeing Hana flying around has a beauty to it, and the gal also understands others will be interested in that.

"Eh, sure. I'm having some fun here!" The gamer grins, back towards her training and enjoying it once more. Sombra, however, isn't there just to stay silent. The hypno patterns prime the woman towards the corruption, the bot itself with so many juicy options, but for now, she wants to get the hypno ball going.

"It must feel great to be there, just shooting at things in the outside! Almost letting you get in the zone, right?" Sombra ponders, with Hana nodding.

"Sure is. It feels good and it is nice to just... let go sometimes. I can feel my mind growing empty sometimes!" The zen of a battlefield is a well-known effect, drawing attention to it would help Sombra getting Hana deep into her own trance without the gremlin noticing it.

"You have been going there for half an hour? You must be... rather close." She teases once more, intensifying the lights and the spiral just a tiny bit.

"...Y-Yeah..." Hana takes a moment to reply, her hands growing a bit sloppy at the target, she is just... really zoning out, huh?

"So much so you are almost asleep." Sombra is now inside the speakers from the mecha that were producing the low song. Her voice coming from all around Hana, who is starting to get so much under it she doesn't even notice that Sombra is doing something, just that something is wrong.

"S-Sombra, som'ting is off, I need to..." She tries to get off... but Sombra made sure to deactivate that leaver too.

"No no, no getting off, you are so tired, so into the combat feel, it would be dangerous. Stay there, look at the spiral~" With another flick of her wrist, the spiral takes full control of the HUD she is using, not letting her gaze be adverted at all. "Relax. Let the spiral and my voice control your thoughts, you can let go."

"I can... let go..." Hana mutters, she barely had any fight, but it is already gone as she snaps down towards the abyss of the hypno world.

"...Amazing! Great work, Chica! This feels fantastic, doesn't it? The feeling of nothing, of the emptiness, of letting your mind fully relax. You are loving it" Sombra grins, with full control of both the mecha and the mind of the overwatch agent. And no one to interrupt either of them.

"It feels... fantastic," Hana mutters back. "It feels fantastic to let go, to be like this." Her usually energetic voice is now far quieter, more poignant, more... mindless.

"You see Hana, for a while now, I had a crush on you and on your cute boyfriend. But the two of you are so soft, so... ugh, wholesome, and while that is nice and all... you are lacking something."

"...I'm lacking something." Hana can't fully understand the words. Just the small bits it is what her mind is listening to. One of the perks of hypnosis is not needing to fully understand Sombra's monologues.

"Yep, you sure are!" The Hacker continues. "You are missing... a kinky side Chica! You are so soft and so cuddly... but Lucio told me he wanted someone far more... active. Energetic. Open to new and kinky possibilities." Of course, Lucio had said no such thing.

"I am... missing a kinky side." She replies back, that fact being implanted deep inside her mind.

"And I'm here to help! I'm your great pal Sombra, someone who you always had a crush on!" She continues, not knowing that is actually true. Ending up on true factors helps to drive the hypnosis even more in her subconscious. "So, once the hypnosis is down, I'll try something fun with you. If you have fun with it... you'll start thinking about adding me to your relationship!" Sombra knows that Hana wouldn't want to listen to Lucio bringing someone new to their relationship, but Lucio would absolutely do whatever he could to please his girl. A perfect plan.

"I would... love to add you to our relationship~" Hana let a soft moan, her previously empty mind now full of amazing things.

"Of course, you also won't remember this specific chat, your mind will, but you won't. However, you'll remember this great state, so any time Sombra asks if I want to see the spiral movie, you'll grow excited and willing to follow her and allow her to put you back here in this state with ease." There's no way a hacker wouldn't leave a backdoor whenever exploring someone's computer or someone's mind.

"I will... do all of that." Her mind is too focused on the mental images of Sombra and Lucio between her legs, the two of them worshipping her holes with their skilled tongues and fingers.

"Great! Now, you'll slowly wake up now!" Sombra orders. "Remember all I told you in your subconscious, but never as an active memory. Even if you feel a bit weird about not remembering, you'll just think you were in a fighting trance" She makes sure that backdoor wouldn't be found and... perfect!

Hana takes a bit to wake up and as she does, she looks around the mecha, and to the clock. Damn, over 15 minutes since Sombra had gotten there!

"O-Oh, damn!" Hana mutters, blushing a bit as she does so. This is wild. "I must've been really out of it! So... wanna use here the training area?" She asks Sombra, trying to avoid anything too wild or too weird with the other gal.

"Mhm... not really... I did want to train with you, however." Sombra continues, still with her hacking gloves pointing at Hana. She messed with the mecha's software, it's time to fuck with its hardware. And with Hana herself.

"I wanted to try something with your bot, nothing too crazy, but I'm sure you'll love it." She says with Hana just moving the Bot's cockpit up and down. A common signal she has developed to 'nod' while inside her machine.

Of course, there is no preparing for what Sombra has cooked as the bot glows with Sombra's typical purple, small... tendrils come all around her. Hana knows those are usually the repair tendrils that come around to fix small issues in the middle of the battle but now... they are weird. Her more lewd prone mind, set up by Sombra, finally sees them as... the slightly phallic.

"W-What are you doing?" Hana questions, as the tendrils start rubbing against her body. Couple of them at her face, many more around her body. Given how she is laying down to operate the mecha, she doesn't have much of a range of movements to get freed up, or even just wiggle.

"Oh, nothing too grand, just checking a few things of the bot..." Sombra continues... as the tendrils create smaller tendrils. Usually, that is just for fixing but now, they aren't fixing things. No, they are ripping her own clothes off, taking all of them away from her body and leaving her naked inside her mecha.

"S-SOMBRA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOING~!!!!!!" It started as an angry and surprised exclamation but became far more powerful as the robotic tentacles - she can't deny it is what those are - start rubbing her body, making her breathing grow slower, more powerful.

"Mhm... what it looks like, I'm teasing a cute little whore~" Sombra continues, sitting down on a nearby bench, pulling out screens that are showing the cameras from inside the bot, so she can have a full show.

The tentacles are really rubbing against her entire body. From a few just keeping her arms stuck without being able to fire but more importantly making her feel even more like she has no escape to the current peril, to others who are teasing her tits and nipples, to even more who are focused on her ass and cunt, rubbing and kneading every sensitive inch of her body. "I-I'm not a-" She tries arguing but another tendril rubs against her lips... and she can't help but lick it.

"Oh, but you are~ I know the true you, who had a crush on me..." Sombra continues, as the tendrils start getting more aggressive. The one in her lips starting to push to enter... And Hana not being able to resist simply starting to suck it off. Unlike its robotic appearance may indicate, it's warm to the touch, using the feeder supplies to even add a nice salty taste to it. The others down her body get more aggressive, the ones at her nipples gaining suction cups and probing at her nipples while the ones on her crotch start to really rub at her lower holes, shooting the natural skin-safe lubricant she uses for her hands, now down at her entrances. "And the one who is loving it." Hana is, of course, too busy giving a blowjob to a tentacle as her entire body is attacked to even care.

"MMHHMM~💕💕" She is moaning, as she moves her head up and down. Shit, how is this, this good? She is adoring it all and she can barely control her own pleasure. And the moans grow even louder as from her lower holes, she feels the phallic tentacles moving away from the rubbing... before thick, long monsters probe against her holes. She doesn't understand why and how... but now? Now she couldn't give any more of a crap about it, trying to thrust back against those thick monstrous dicks... but given her position that isn't possible. But seeing her despair and her lust, there's no way that Sombra won't let Hana have what she wants... and with a flick of her wrist, the tentacles are pushed inside her pussy and asshole together.

Hana feels all of her three holes being filled, even more as the tentacle on her mouth gets deeper, with her feeling it sliding inside her throat. Thanks to it being a tentacle, not a dick, it has no issues getting there and pumping up and down, all the while her lower holes take down far more cock she has ever taken. She has used toys to have fun beforehand, but never something like this. And it all only improves even more as they start to vibrate. As soon as she feels the throbbing of those machines, little Hana Song reaches her climax, her eyes crossing up as she orgasms the first minute of the fucking, but Sombra is relentless. It's not just from one or two orgasms that will stop Sombra from having her fun, oh no, she is going to ravish Hana until she says stop... and with a robot cock filling her throat, that ain't happening too soon.

Hana gets the full fucking from her Mecha. All of her holes are abused, her mind almost broken, for over an hour more and more tentacles are forced inside of her. Two inside her throat, and three more inside each of the lower holes, not even talking about the ones used to spank and tease her. At one point Hana's entire world became just... orgasms and the pleasure Sombra is bringing her.

Sombra can't cum from just using tentacles, but she doesn't want it. She does take pleasure just... getting people there and also watching them be fucked. She grins as she sees how spent Hana is after the hour, pulling all the tentacles back, the Korean gamer passing out almost instantly, something she also predicted. Sombra opens the mecha up, setting up to walk away. The first part of her plan finally over, as she carries the naked gamer away. She knows that after this performance Hana will go crazy trying to introduce her to their relationship. A perfect plan... or so she thinks. So distracted with Hana she didn't even notice as a British operative who got bored flying wanted to check on her friends... and saw a lot of what happened. Lena has info on Sombra... something that is never a good thing.