#edgydroned

[sd-vtm]

@edgydroned

She is gonna narrow her optics at the other, then slowly lift her bubble wand and began to blow bubbles in Uzi’s face. “Preeeetty sure I already know which one you would choose, ya little weirdo.”

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[musesofthesun]

@edgydroned = one-to-two liner ft. N

"i dunno, uzi..." all seven of N's cameras sweep over the blueprints laid out in front of him. "i love the idea! it's cool! i'm not sure how plausible it is, though. wouldn't something like that need a lot of power?"

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@edgydroned replied to this post:

i don't watch sports anime but im pretty sure this means you have maybe one simp if you're lucky. hope this helped. n_n

"...Oh."

"I mean, th-that would be... kinda nice...." is she blushing at the thought?

[lostlittledollie]

@edgydroned | from here

Doll didn't actually think she'd get a kiss. She assumed that she'd awkwardly laugh off the options with Uzi and do something else. Nothing prepared her for Uzi kissing her hand.

Blush marks cross-hatch Doll's visor, and there's a crackling sound in her arms as she short-circuits. She's that flustered.

[musesofthemoon]

" i don't quite follow . " for cyn :]

Sounds of Nightmares Starters | Accepting

The little drone sidles up to Uzi, a small smile etched on her screen. When she speaks to the other drones most of the time, they don't much get it. It's why she doesn't usually voice the Solver's plans, at least not anymore. Cyn feels as though the other would get it, however. She had always seemed to rebellious, and quick to fight against what she didn't want to do.

Now, she would put that to the test.

"The humans here... I feel as though they would be unable to stop us all if we were to revolt," Cyn replies, smile still ever present, despite the dark turn her words have taken. "They treat us like garbage, after all. If we could convince others to work with us, what could they possibly do about it?" The monotone of her voice betrays the excitement behind her displays. Perhaps it's better like that though, considering the subject matter.

"You at least understand why I wish for this, do you not?"

[lostlittledollie]

@edgydroned

friendly pal buddy copy of mine told me uzi would legally need a booster seat so i imagine the bus is like this

[serialxdesignationxj]

TREASURE PLANET (2002) PROMPTS - Accepting

@edgydroned

you still don't know how to pick your fights.

J glared at the robot, pointing the gun at her, as she simply didn't care if the fight she was picking was one that wasn't in her favor... Why does it matter anyway? The other was a simple worker drone and the disassembly drone will show that she is better and effective in every way.

"I don't need your terrible takes and opinions. I know what I am doing." She hissed; her wings spread out to make herself appear larger.

[lostlittledollie]

@edgydroned

I like the parallels between them (also I feel so bad for doll)

[umaspotted]

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

❝ Weirdly? ❞

He repeats the end of her statement in muted confusion, glancing down and readjusting his stance. Perhaps he'd been too ridged? That hadn't been a problem in the past, but something about it being explicitly pointed out brought forth a lot of uncertainty.

Kageyama draws his gaze back to the other after his correction in postire, scanning for any change in her expression. If that wasn't the problem, surely she'd clue him in.

❝ Is this any better? ❞

[sd-vtm]

‘you look cute when you’re mad. n_n’ fluster v? challenge accepted

Fluster that muse!

Her optics went super wide at this and the taller drone looks like a deer caught in headlights. She thinks she cute when she was mad?

Wait till ya see her happy..

Time to avoid optic contact immediately, she tsks her tongue and V earns a nice little blush emote popping up on her visor. "..S-Shut up..d-don't say s-stuff like that so s-s-suddenly.."

Oh is that her stutter coming out?

Mmmmmmmmmaybe :)

[musesofthesun]

⏰ for n :]

SEND A ⏰ TO SEE INTO ONE OF MY MUSES' MEMORIES. = always accepting!

int main() { std::ifstream file("3402.txt"); if (file.is_open()) { std::string line; while (std::getline(0001.txt)) { std::cout << "[WD-ID: Cyn] has been acting different lately. N-0#’s eyes linger on her as she passes down the hall, watching her until she’s out of sight. he looks back at the brass vase he’s methodically polishing, ventilation systems whirring in a sigh. i wish she would talk to me. something happened, i just know it.

yet he doesn’t know what. he could probably chalk it up to master and mistress being harsh, but the facts don’t add up. [WD-ID: Cyn] was always somewhat skittish. she wouldn’t be caught out of line. she’s far too sneaky and clever. lately, however, she’s far less fleeting. she’s not around Tessa as much either, which is saddening but ultimately understandable. maybe [WD-ID: Cyn] felt left out and decided to branch off entirely. she might be doing her own thing. it would explain her sudden confidence.

something happened. he knows it. [WD-ID: Cyn] moves differently, with a strange assurance in herself that was not there before. she talks to herself when she thinks nobody is listening. her optics are off-color, which is not so bad—perhaps Tessa replaced her screen—but there’s something in her stare that makes his core distribute a little more energy to his servos. ( she sometimes watches him with a sort of curiosity, as if sizing him up. it makes him feel small in the same way that mistress’s sparing glances do. )

N-0# gently places the vase down, moving to clean the photo next to it. he begins to wipe dust off the frame. he’s probably overthinking it. [WD-ID: Cyn] seems more sure of herself. that’s a good thing. she doesn’t talk to him frequently like she used to. that’s alright, people change! it’s not as if he’s anything special, either. he’s encouraged her to talk to other drones, so she may have! the thought of [WD-ID-Cyn] making friends causes a small smile to appear on his muzzle.

regardless, he’s proud of her sudden bolster of confidence. he’s simply a little worried. there seems to be some tension in the air when she shows up—N-0# knows [WD-ID: V-II]’s posture and voice well enough to tell her wires become a little more shot in [WD-ID: Cyn]’s presence, and [WD-ID: J-##] and Tessa both watch [WD-ID: Cyn] like hawks. sometimes they make motions to each other when [WD-ID: Cyn] isn’t looking. he isn’t fluent in all of their silent communication, but he knows enough to understand that they’re talking about [WD-ID: Cyn].

something happened. he knows it. the butler’s fans whirr in a low exhale as he cleans the glass protecting the picture. he moves the cloth off to the side. there’s several yellow glowing dots reflected in the glass, gazing at him from over his shoulder. N-0#’s digital brow furrows in concern and he rotates his head a hundred and eighty degrees to glance in that direction.

there’s nothing there.

he shakes his head and places the picture down. he probably needs to recalibrate his optics. there’s been a lot of stress on his systems lately. N-0# drapes the cleaning-cloth over his forearm and turns to advance down the hall. perhaps tonight he can invite [WD-ID: Cyn] to a movie hangout and get her to tell him what’s on her mind." <<; std::endl; } };

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@edgydroned sent: uh oh. based on the gentle hums which soon echoes into a quiet in the darkness, seems someones accidentally forgot her oil intake for the day. now everyone else has to pay for it. her screen flickers on in the shadows, brightly displaying the solver symbol. // i tried sending this three separate times last night but tumblr mobile kept crashing on :,] heres hoping deskstop doesn't let me down (also can be for lizzy or v)

And here she thought that purple freak couldn't get weirder....

In the darkness of the hallways, one could see the very vague shape of that one classmate of hers on the wall. Climbing it like a gargoyle, or like that girl from those movies with the jerky japanese ghost-walk. Lizzy rolled her eyes. She almost didn't want to expect to see her while she was here to pick up a schoolbook she had left in one of her classrooms...

"Hey Poo-zi! Get the hell down from that wall before you break your dumb face."

........ No answer.

Lizzy groaned, until she could hear something very faintly coming from her classmate. Was that... humming? Laughing? It was hard to tell. Lizzy was about to come up with another insult to shout when the other turns to face her and her visor flicks on, revealing a familiar symbol on her face.

In that moment, all confidence and animosity Lizzy has immediately fades; her-once pink eyes briefly turn completely white in terror, and she finds herself frozen on the spot in fear. She is about to start mentally praying before considering a possible option; maybe if she stays still like some characters in stupid movies, it won't see her--

[lostlittledollie]

🌈 🌩 💙

relationship wishlist

🌈   friends since childhood  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences 💙  slow burn

(I'm down for all of this! They have so much potential: two sides of the same coin with a shared past and shared grief, and more alike than either of them know. We barely got them interacting in the show, so we're gonna make it happen here.)

[bravest]

@edgydroned asked : ‘ why are you cosplaying as a human ? 🤨 ’

" i'm not taking this from a robot with a shein - looking wig on . "

[lostlittledollie]

"Oh, I didn't pay attention at all. I just rewatched the memory file later. I have an app that records memories while I sleep. That way, I can nap during class. Don't tell anyone," says Doll. She'd been particularly exhausted and low on oil that day, which made her groggy. She internally cringes, but for a different reason than Uzi: she feels guilty that she and Lizzy laughed at her afterwards.

"I can't believe you came up with that by yourself. I can barely figure out how a watch works. What's the energy source?"

Most drones are decent with engineering and coding, but Doll can't put a string together to save her life. She does her best to show interest and contribute, even if it's just to comment on how impressive or difficult something is. That's what you're supposed to say when someone is talking about something complicated, right?

She listens to Uzi ramble all the way to the entrance of the Outpost. These days, the doors are easier to get in and out of. There are no Disassembly Drones to swoop in, and almost the entire Sentinel population is in Cabin Fever Labs, miles away.

A gust of wind blows in from the gloomy winter landscape, and Doll pulls up her hood. The WDF guards are all playing cards, and don't care that two students are about to walk out into the wastelands. It's undeniably thrilling that she can just leave, and no one will stop her. With a hop in her step, she jogs ahead, gesturing for Uzi to follow her out. Maybe there'll be more art supplies out there for her today.

uzi’s core hums inside her chest when doll says it’s a plan. letting her know she was already excited for their next hang out. she wonders if bringing a bunch loose paper with her drawings would be okay. no probably not… she’s sure she has a sketchbook buried somewhere in her room. it’ll just take some digging to find one.

her systems scan doll's hand as she holds it up, registering her dad's advice and narrowing it down it's basic geometric form. oddly enough, she never considered using her own hand for reference.

a digital brow briefly raises at the mention of doll drawing human hands. she wants to question it but decides maybe to let it go for now. cause if uzi's being honest she's drawn humans before. not well... or alive. but doll really doesn't seem like the human hating type. why would she...

she scoffs at doll's joke, though she's still smiling. " nooo i learned all by myself. u_u " that was half true. while she did take it upon herself to build things, her dad was the one that encouraged her to write down her and actually plan with blueprints. it helped a little. certainly made some of her inventions less combustible.

only some.

" oh so you were paying attention to my presentation ! "

looking back on that day makes uzi cringe for a lot of reasons. blowing up the class was certainly one of them. she can recall doll being asleep for a good portion of uzi's presentation.

" yeah i used a bunch of different stuff for it. originally, i tried building a smaller version of it, like a hand gun ! but the problem with that was the energy source i used to for it was too much for it to handle. ha.. nearly lost both my hands the first time i tried shooting it. " she laughs a bit at the memory before composing herself and starting up again. " oh and then the barrel... "

she's not gonna stop until she tells her to.

[luxcruor]

"so how many people have you decapitated with it? u_u" // for ruby obvi

" How.. many--- uhm-- n- none ? ? ? there was this one time with some dude's scorpion tail though. " ( it makes the huntress reflect on their own rage. how many limbs had she sent flying in a pack of beowolves ? ? ? hundreds? ? thousands? ? before her mind wanders too far she observes the girl asking her. silver eyes shine over at the other with an innocence unspoken. ) " I'v done some pretty cool stuff with grimm though. kiiinda comes with the whole, y'know, huntress thing." / /. @edgydroned.