#love cyn’s giggle

[javelinbk]

Paul McCartney returns from the Peppermint Lounge and helps John Lennon smuggle Cynthia Lennon into their Plaza Hotel suite, 9th February 1964 - part two (part one)

[umblrspectrum]

i love this brand of image so much

[manicpixiedreamcurl]

Jo. Jojo. My little Jo Bird. My Jo Bean. The Mental Breakdown to my PB&J sandwich the Lies Face Down on the Floor. I love you in a way words cannot measure. The tide upon the sand would be jealous of the way I delicately kiss every comment you leave on my art. 🥸

Cyn!!!!!!!!! Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 I'm glad my unhinged ramblings about your (brilliant wonderful beautiful) art generate some warm fuzzies, and not general feelings of 'what the fuck is she talking about?'

The temptation is always to just go AHHHHHHHHHHH in the tags but I want you to get the full picture of how intense I am about your art and how talented!!!!!!! You are!!!!!!!!!!!! Take all of my mixed nonsensical metaphors!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thecloudsofficalreborn]

Here before Halloween starts, should've sent an invite sooner, puffball.

Uh... yeah... invite. And I'm not a puffball. Well, welcome to the blog. Just don't kill me please.

Welcome Post.

[raguiras]

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In this timeline, there isn't one Yuu — no, there are MANY, and as a result, things never get boring at Ramshackle...

Applications open!

All about my Twisted Wonderland fan project under the cut!

First off, who am I?

I'm Mionn, a TWST-obsessed artist who recently started posting art here and is planning to make a ton of Twisted Wonderland content in the future.

Said content is going to include a fair share of comics and OC content, which is why I came up with this project.

I also have a meme blog, @twistedmionn, and a blog devoted to my Deuce x Allen ship, @spade-of-storms.

I love hosting projects, and I hope this will be enjoyable for everyone who decides to join!

What is the purpose of the project?

connecting with others in the fandom & making friends

sharing your own OCs and discovering the ones of other members

fun shenanigans with canons & OCs

developing OC relationships

I'm planning to make short comics based on this project, so your OC will occasionally appear in them!

there's going to be a Tumblr blog where I reblog content involving the OCs participating in the project (= serves as a "library" for the OCs)

What exactly is going to be done?

I'm going to make occasional short comics involving the OCs from the project, and they might also make cameos in my usual art.

Outside of that, this project is meant for making friends with fellow OC havers or strengthening already existing friendships! You can also build relationships between your OCs and the ones made by other members.

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While the project is going to focus on the Yuus/Ramshackle students, all types of OCs (except for fandorm ones) are welcome!

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Is there anything else of note? What's the plot?

Since there are going to be multiple Yuus, Ramshackle doesn't have an official prefect in this project.

None of the Yuus presently know why they're in TWST or what their purpose is.

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Vargas x

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Che'nya x Rem

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[seraphont]

Did J like Tessa, like, like-like her before Cyn's very well-timed giggle, or was that something that didn't happen until Tessa got dronified

oh J def was going through it at the manor LOL. also love referring to the gala event as everything that follows the ‘well timed’ giggle.

[midchelle]

I was looking through my drafts and found this compilation of quotes I put together of Beatle girls talking about other Beatle girls. It's probably not totally comprehensive, but I thought some people might find it interesting.

Cyn + Mo

Far from being a shy little thing, Maureen was talkative, full of laughter and great fun: we all liked her enormously and thought she was good for Ringo.

All of the Beatles’ women got on with each other, but Maureen, who was one of the most down-to-earth, honest people I ever knew, became my closest friend. After their son Zak was born in September, seven months after the wedding, she and I used to go up to Knightsbridge to shop. Anthony would drop us off and we’d do the rounds of Harrods, Harvey Nichols and the designer shops in between, then stop for lunch in a smart little bistro. We’d buy cute little outfits for our sons and we were always on the lookout for something different or special for the men. We loved to surprise them with a psychedelic shirt, a piece of ethnic jewellery, or I would buy John a new plectrum for his guitar. John always loved prezzies, as he called them. No matter how small they were, he’d be delighted and I loved looking for things to surprise him. Much as Maureen and I enjoyed our outings, she always made sure she was at home for Ringo when he came in. Such was her devotion to him that she would stay up sometimes until four in the morning to greet him with a home-cooked meal. She wanted him to feel loved and cared for and, like me, she had been brought up in a family where women did the caring and nurturing while men provided. We often went over to their house and hung out with them, it was always party time at the Starkeys’. Ringo was gregarious and fun-loving, a clown and a joker with an infectious laugh. Together, he and Maureen made an irresistible double act, both extrovert and uninhibited. Ringo had installed a replica pub in their front room, which he called the Flying Cow. It had a counter and till, tankards, mirrored walls and even a pool table. He’d nip behind the bar to serve us all drinks, while Maureen supplied us with endless plates of food. It was a cosy, comfortable house with what felt like the ultimate luxury at the time: a TV – usually switched on – in every room. They had large grounds, in which Ringo had built in a go-kart track. He and John would race the go-karts or play pool while Maureen and I chatted over a cup of tea or took Zak and Julian for a walk. Ringo’s other passion was making his own short films. He had lots of equipment and loved to experiment, so after the nanny had taken over Zak and Julian we’d watch his latest movie. One was a fifteen-minute study of Maureen’s face. Innovative, perhaps, but not the most riveting entertainment.

Cynthia Lennon, John

Cyn + Jane

Jane was different from the girls Paul had been out with previously. The daughter of a psychiatrist father and a music-teacher mother, she was highly intelligent and cultured. She had a strong inner confidence, with a maturity and grace way beyond her years.

Paul stayed for a while. He told me that John was bringing Yoko to recording sessions, which he, George and Ringo hated. Paul had broken up with Jane Asher a couple of weeks after John had left me. I was sorry because I’d really liked Jane.

Cynthia Lennon, John

Cyn + Pattie

I liked Cynthia, but of all the Beatle wives and girlfriends I found her the most difficult to make friends with. She and I came from such different backgrounds; she had no career, she was a young mother, and we had no point of reference apart from our attachment to a Beatle. She wasn’t like my friends, who enjoyed a giggle and some fun: she was rather serious, and often, I thought, behaved more like John’s mother than his wife. I tended to leave her to her own devices but invited her to join me for shopping. I think she felt a bit out of her depth in the smart, sophisticated circles in which the Beatles were now moving in London. And I don’t think it helped that John thought I looked like Brigitte Bardot, or that I got on so well with him. There was a rumor—I don’t know where it came from—that John and I had an affair, and I suppose Cynthia may have believed there was something in it. It was completely untrue: we never had an affair. I wouldn’t have dreamed of it and neither, I am sure, would John.

Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me 

Meanwhile George, who had just turned twenty-one, had met a young model called Patti Boyd and fallen in love. Pattie had been given a part in A Hard Day's Night, playing a schoolgirl, because she had appeared in a successful crisps advertisement -- she was known as the Smith's Crisps girl. She was blonde, beautiful, and a sophisticated Londoner, like Jane Asher. But, like the rest of us Beatle girls, she was friendly, too, and easy to get on with.

Patti and I were becoming close friends. I admired her gorgeous figure and perfect fashion sense, and I think she enjoyed the company of someone who’d been with the Beatles from the beginning and knew the ropes.

Cynthia Lennon, John

"George has a lot with the others that I can never know about. Nobody, not even the wives, can break through it or even comprehend it. It did used to hurt me at first, as I slowly began to learn there was a part I could never be part of. Cyn talked to me about it."

[Pattie speaking] "It's not so bad these days, but it happens. Cyn was attacked not long ago in the street. Some girl kicked her in the legs and said she had to leave John alone, or else. Isn't it amazing, after all the years that John and Cyn have been married?"

[Pattie speaking] "Some people do understand. If they've been developing a lot themselves, growing up more, they know what it's all about. Cyn was very helpful at first, telling me what to do. That was when we thought of the boutique."

Cyn now and again would like to try something new, to have a job, perhaps use her art-college training in some way. She and Pattie, George's wife, did discuss the idea once of opening a boutique together in Esher, but it never came to anything.

Hunter Davies, The Beatles

Mo + Jane

I got to know Jane as well during that trip. While Paul and Richy were off horsing around, Jane and I chatted quite a bit. She’s such an intelligent person and I thought them quite an odd couple at first. Paul is such an assertive fellow (you know) he knows what he wants and Jane is that way too. I often wondered to meself how they ever stayed together as long as they did (you know). 

Maureen interviewed by Maurice Devereux for Le Chroniqueur (July 1988)

Mo + Pattie

Again, she and I had little in common but she was jolly and friendly, more relaxed than Cynthia. We got on but I felt there was definitely a north-south divide among the wives and girlfriends. And I had the definite impression that the girls from the north felt they had a prior claim to “the boys.”

The final straw was his affair with Maureen Starr, Ringo’s wife. She was the last person I would have expected to stab me in the back, but she did.

Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me 

Pattie + Jane

Jane Asher was the girlfriend with whom I felt most at home, but because we both had heavy work commitments she was also the one I saw least. She came from a professional family, had grown up in London and, like me, had been privately educated. The family lived in Wimpole Street; her father was a psychiatrist and her mother a music teacher—her brother Peter became half of the pop duo Peter and Gordon. She was three years younger than me but we got on well and I’ve always been pleased to see her whenever we’ve met.

Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me 

BONUS: Mo on Linda + Yoko

I always thought [Yoko] strange. I mean she would always interrupt the lads when they were working or do strange things without any reason whatsoever. I was there when John brought the bed, and said something about wanting Yoko to be there. I asked Richy about this and he just shook his head in disbelief. I often wondered how they all put up with her. Even Richy would come home and tell me all these strange stories about her. He once told me about her moaning into John’s microphone while they were recording a song and how the two of them would make-out during takes. I always avoided her in the studio for those reasons. She was just too strange for me.

Q: What was it like to sit in the studio with John, Paul and George? A: It was like watching a couple of actors rehearsing a scene in a movie (laughs). I would sit there with a cup of coffee in my hand and watch them for a while or maybe gossip with Linda [McCartney] or Mal [Evans]. When I did watch them, I always thought to meself, so this is what he’s been doing for the last six years! (laughs) I sometimes felt like a fly on the wall, but I knew that I had to be the luckiest fly in the world. Pattie [Harrison] would sometimes be there, but she would always leave early.

Maureen interviewed by Maurice Devereux for Le Chroniqueur (July 1988)

Can't really find any proper quotes from Pattie about Yoko or Linda. She mentions both in her book without much judgment and there are pictures of her with both of them throughout the years so they probably got on okay. I don't think Jane has ever been in the same room as either Linda or Yoko. Same with Cyn and Linda. Cyn's thoughts on Yoko are probably well-established at this point.

[ziekkfreak2-0]

SURPRISE IT'S A SWAP AU!!!

...kinda. These are their initial designs at the start of the series. So... Their pilot designs!

As always, rambling below the cut (as well as the cast in ep 2).

I love Dead Lmao. They're my favorite character.

AU PREMISE:

Swap AU but N, V, and J go to a private school. And the disassembly drones are vaguely bug themed.

UNORGANIZED THOUGHTS:

🔺 The private school Nexus, Virtue, and Julie go to has a very strict dress code. They enforce bleached hair, white eyes, a headband with their number on it, and a monochrome uniform. The only exception being that accessories can be any color.

🔺 NVJ are all orphans, and their school also doubles as an orphanage.

🔺 I'm gonna explain it in each of their solos, but I swear I have a reason for Virtue and Nexus' goofy ahh names LMAO.

🔺 Elliott manor and Tessa still exist, buuut things go a bit differently.

🔺 Not completely sure what Nori, Khan, and Yeva's roles will be atm, but they're going to be senior WDs at Elliott Manor.

🔺 You can probably guess who the solver's host is based on the color, right?

🔺 This is a swap au, but certain roles will remain the same (for example: J dying. Get blasted, idiot.)

🔺 Lizzy and Thad (called L and T in this AU) are the other two Disassembly Drones alongside Z.

🔺 Cyn, Tessa, L and T are probably gonna come up in the next lineup. Giggle =}

The rest of the info (mostly the character design-specific ones) will come up as I post their solos + doodles.

SOLOS:

JULIE SOLO: 🖋️

VIRTUE SOLO: 🍏

NEXUS SOLO: 🐾

COMICS:

(mostly shitposts atm)

"Doll's gonna massacre the gala!", "Pocket-sized bug", "Girl just pick a damn outfit"

CONCEPT STUFF:

Julie Doe, Spooky Z, DD Uzi, The Cylly, Disassembly Drone Diagram, Info Dumping

[drezendragon]

V to UV Art by DonnyK9 Murder Drones AU Idea Rambling Alright this is a “Drezen Ramble” I watched Murder Drones as it was coming out and after the last episode had an idea for a AU that then spiraled out of control a bit. It took a long time to finally find someone to draw some stuff for it and hopefully I can find more people to comm stuff for this but here we go. Should probably note I copy pasted most of this from a conversation I had with a bud so sorry if it comes off as nonsense XD

Context: this idea was inspired by the last few episodes where we find out “Effective Drones were cloned more” and Cyn’s comment that N’s Team always surprised her along with the fact V was willing to make a deal with the solver and that V’s persona kind of a mask to deal with the horrors. 

Most of this little story would take place on a different world probably a few years before Copper 9 and the main plot. I mean the solver had to get through Copper's 1 to 8 after all plenty of space to fill so assume it takes place on one of those many outings. 

Basically this AU would center around a different V who went with a different persona to mask behind instead of canon V this AU V takes up the persona of a "Tomboy" (+ a little shonen protagism) this Persona of V basically sets out to try and make sure this Squad is a proper Team and not barely functional mess... Basically She and N use “Democracy” to vote out J as leader and put V in charge who then actually raises team efficiency (much to J's annoyance) by basically doing all she can to be N and J's friend attempting to give them both therapy while mediating their clash of Extrovert and Introvert. N she actually deals with the fact his brain is wiped although basically spoon feds him info (basically tells him the mansion stuff but not the Gala incident) and also kind of gently shuts down his crush on her because she can't really remember what it was like to be the Girl N fell for and she thinks he deserves someone who can take all the love he has in his big dumb heart (She does promise to wingman for him though if they ever find someone who meets his fancy). Becoming friends with J was a lot harder. The girl has so many walls up she basically lives in a mental fortress but together they actually get their job done much faster and making N less annoying for J to deal with they become actual friends.

The Team did so well they actually finished the job with a year to spare which they spent further bonding and talking about what they might do after..... then Cyn and the other J show up. The Team freaked out but they did their job and they did it well and V hopes that this means the deal she made of "Leave us in Peace" will be upheld which Cyn says it will... as she proceeds to rip one of V's arms off. This of course freaks them out and Cyn clarifies it is holding up its end of the deal to "Leave them in P-I-E-C-E giggle" in fact she is so happy with them she is extending the deal to "Pieces"  isn't she the best boss (Happy Sarcastic Tone) the Team panics and tries to fight back but doing so causes Cyn to kill N (guess he didn't want to be left in Pieces oh well hopefully the next back up is more of a team player) J (Team) fights J (Solver's Pet) kind of messes up the “Solver's Pet” to see herself fight back choosing her Team over Corporate... but she too goes down once Cyn gets bored with the resistance and uses Admin permissions to lock up the Team has her pet J finish off the other J and then Cyn takes time ripping V into pieces removing her arms, peg legs, smashing her visor face and shredding her voice box after V tries to curse her out/ scream to just annoy Cyn. In the end V is left just a torso with her upper leg stumps still attached, a smashed face and something that shouldn't be called a voice and due to Cyn being Admin she won't be regenerating. Cyn eats the planet but makes sure to leave the chunk with V and her team’s remains as untouched as she can after all would be rude to not let V keep her reward.

Cyn eventually leaves for the next planet and V is just kind of left she can't see or hear anything only feel the wind but even that eventually fads and she is left alone with her thoughts for a very long time.... until something finds her something finds a broken doll discarded by a cruel "god" V is not sure if she has gone mad but she tries to call out and whatever it is doesn't retreat from her distorted cries instead it seems to try and comfort her and she feels herself being gently picked up so long since she last felt kindness that she drifts off to sleep. When she wakes up she has been repaired.... mostly it seems whoever repaired her used the parts of her team leaving her with N's lower legs, J's voice box patching up her own (Basically she doesn’t sound like V or J her voice is either deeper or growly-raspy sounding), no idea whose arms she has since they all look so similar but her upper arms seem to be new parts, seemingly J’s unbound hair, no stinger tail and when she looks into a mirror she sees her eyes are now basically the color of UV lights and on closer inspection she swears she sees more eyes beneath her visor but before the panic of whatever that is about set in she notices another addition of…. Animal Ears in place of her Headband eyes with said ears expressing her current mood before twitching as she hears someone in the next room and with checking herself over done she leaves out the room to whatever awaits her next.

Notes:

She is nicknamed "UV" because of her eyes she never actually introduces herself to the person who put her back together so “UV” is just what they call her until she either introduces herself or picks out a name for herself.

Her lights were changed from yellow to purple by the person who put her back together both as a side effect of some of the alterations made when repairing her and also so that she hopefully wouldn’t freak out when seeing yellow drone eyes looking back at her when she looks in a mirror.

She is the admin of her own system Cyn’s Admin rights were replaced but despite that UV was unable to regenerate which is why she was repaired with available parts. The current status of her solver is UV has admin rights but the solver does not seem to work in any capacity. 

She can't use her arm weapons so has to carry actual weapons which after finding some Disassembly Drone arms with their Swords sticking out she takes the blades to make into actual swords she can wield. She also can’t use her wings anymore.

Her body has a few upgrades beyond the patch job repair due to the person who repaired her getting hit with inspiration while examining her but they stopped themselves from going overboard as they acknowledge UV is a person and any alterations should really be of her choice… granted this person also looked through her memories just to make sure they weren’t repairing a psycho.

Upgrades and modifications she now has are: Her new upper arm parts compensate for her lack of wings since they allow her arms to extend (Think Reg’s arms from Made in Abyss), her visor she can now customize things like the type or eye brows she has when she expresses along with a range of other options to help her be who she wants to be, She can eat human food being no longer reliant on oil but she can still eat it and other drone foods if she has to and probably a few other features relating to her new visor and ears that she didn’t bother to ask about once the shock of being rebuilt started to wear off.

Having her Teammates limbs attached to her has had a bit of an effect on her psyche causing her to take up some of their personality traits on top of her Tomboy Persona leading her to be more Chipper like N but also making her call the person who fixed her up "Boss" (thankfully she is spared using the mountain of corporate jargon that J does)

She has a lot of mental grief, having survivors guilt and refusing to get any further upgrades or better repairs to desperately hold onto what she has left of her friends which sometimes leads to her hallucinating them when alone or stressed out.

Character Inspirations: Murder Drones's V: Eldritch Robo, Fake it till you make it, Cloned Traumatized Killed Cloned again, Sacrifice her own happiness for her friends.

Fate's Mordred: Knight of Rebellion, Artificial Being Cloned from another, Tomboy, Traumatized but kind of dealing with it.

Underverse's Cross:  Quotes "Am I evil for what I did? Am I evil for what I am?" " What's the point of feeling useful and valid in a reality plagued by thousands of us...?" "Yes, our origin is an imitation... ready-made from another. But...our pride, our experiences... Maybe they make us authentic." Scrapnik Mecha Sonic: Haunted by the fight that left them in pieces, Shadow of their “maker” looming over them, feels like a misshapen thing with scraps for limbs, surprisingly dangerous for their current state of repair. 

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - Funeral Preparations J x Tessa - TW// Death and Dead people

tw// VERY DARK! Takes place after the events of Episode 5's memory. It shows J grieving the loss of Tessa while preparing the girl for a funeral, making wishes out of grief to have her lovely girl back... but you know what they say, be careful what you wish for.

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J finally awoke, the dawn's light filling the ballroom, she had no recollection of what happened the night before aside from her and Tessa trying to stop Cyn. She looked around the room, the floors stained red with blood. At the front of the room, by the shattered windows, Cyn stood, holding the lifeless body of her once dear friend, Tessa.

The pigtailed drone ran through the puddles of blood, her voice chip working overtime as her pained sobs and screams of agony and mourning rang out. She eventually stood before Cyn, looking down at the lifeless ebony haired girl, the blurring effect that had started a couple weeks ago that happened whenever she was around Tessa or other humans was a lot weaker now. Her now-slightly-yellow-tinted LED screen eyes filled with tears. "Tessa, I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry..." she whimpered in a broken voice, she ran her hand over the bruising on her beloved's neck.

Cyn attempted to sooth in her monotone voice, "I tried t-to save her... b-but, sh-she died." She smiled in a cruel way, suggesting to J, "If we are going to have a pr-proper funeral for the girl... W-We need her fixed up." "Se-See to it that you clean her up," the slouchy drone ordered as she handed the body of the Elliott heiress to J.

J accepted Tessa into her arms. She looked down upon the girl's expression.

Closed eyes, and the frown J recognized well... it was the expression Tessa had made whenever she had a nightmare.

J sobbed as she walked, carrying Tessa in her arms. She kept glancing down every couple of steps to see if she would stir awake, praying this was an awful nightmare. "Oh, Tessa... what happened to you?" she asked, knowing she wouldn't get a response. She took her thumb and wiped a bit of blood off of Tessa's right cheek.

Eventually, the worker drone maid had reached Tessa's room, propping the dead girl up in a chair at the vanity desk. J remembered a couple days ago, her sobs growing stronger again.

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"Oh Jaybird! You're going to look divine once I'm done curling your hair!" Tessa giggled as she wound a ponytail around the curling iron's rod.

"Well if there's anyone in this manor who's the best at hairstyling, that'd be you, Tess!" J had replied happily, enjoying the positive attention and affirmations, since she was herself an older drone model and had struggled with self image issues of worrying if she was beautiful enough.

----------- The memory faded as J began to fill up an empty jar that Tessa had been saving for another morbid project, like preserving a mouse in formaldehyde. The drone did her best not to get water into the joints on her hands. She added a little bit of Tessa's favourite strawberry scented soap into the jar of water and closed the lid. Shaking it slightly before she carried it back over with a sponge.

J sighed as she looked upon the girl she had watched grow from a child into a young lady, the one who was her crush since Tessa had turned 12. She sighed and opened the jar. "L-lets get you nice and cleaned up, al-alright?" J stuttered, the LED tears were streaming down her screen. She softly sobbed as she smoothed the sponge over one of Tessa's plaits, wiping away the blood. Gently wiping away the dark rust hued liquid, the scent of pennies hung heavy in the room so strong that J could almost taste it. J hiccupped in sadness. She whispered, her voice shaking in pain and mourning, "Y-you were beautiful..."

She sighed, her core heavy with hurt, she wished Tessa was alive right now. She wanted so badly to hear Tessa call her 'my beloved Jaybird' again. She whispered as she wrung out the sponge, "I'm going to miss you, so much... you were everything to me..." She pulled the sponge out of the jar, before running it down the length of Tessa's hair. She continued to cry, remembering all the good times.

The trips to the graveyard, sneaking down at night for cookies, when Tessa needed her because of a nightmare, listening to Tessa play her harp in the garden, watching blue jays, the nights at the gazebo in the moonlight. She laughed sorrowfully as she recounted, "R-Remember when you cut off almost all of your hair to make a wig for me?" She sniffled as she continued to sponge wash her dearly departed's hair, "A-and your mother screamed and shouted at you, but you didn't care..." "Y-you just wanted me to be beautiful..."

The deceased girl remained still and silent. Not even the birds singing outside would bring the girl from her eternal slumber. "You used to love their songs...." the maid sighed, putting away the sponge and now blood tinted water. J untied all of Tessa's bows. She picked up the silver plated hairbrush, rubbing her hands over the bristles to feel something. "You loved nature so much..." J mentioned as she started brushing the ebony curtain of keratin. She sniffled somberly, still working through all the tangles gently, working mostly silently. J broke her silence once she was done brushing the girl's hair, she felt raw from all the crying. "I... I'm sorry I couldn't save you, my princess... I failed as your knight.. You called me your protectress... but I couldn't protect you very well.. between your parents and what's happened now... I could barely save you, love", the heavy-hearted drone remarked, taking a hold of one of Tessa's hands. She studied the wrist of her favourite girl, frowning as she looked upon the bruises. "I was your blue jay, but you were my dove. You sang and sang despite being trapped in this cage... You always dreamed of flying free... running away with me at the witching hour." The drone's heart broke as she uttered the next words, "But... you died in the very cage that you lived in... I'm.... I'm glad I could give you some freedoms..."

She tied some fresh new ribbons in her favourite human's hair. Two bows in the front sections, two in the back, and one atop her head. J sighed, this had taken an emotional toll on her, a very heavy toll. She put one of Tessa's favourite black dresses overtop of the simple one the body of the girl was still wearing, lacing up the front and tying the ribbon at the back. She picked the woman up in her arms, the drone's curious eyes studying Tessa's freckles, admiring them like how she and Tessa used to look up at the constellations when they sat on the roof together at dusk. "Thank you, Princess Tessa... I will miss you forever."

She carried the girl down the stairs, silent and somber... J may have been strict and stern, but she had some innocence and hope in her. She had dreams and joy, she even had laughter sometimes... but... today, today that side of her had essentially died. Serial Designation J's Mary-Jane shoes clacked on the marble floor as she walked down the stairs.

V and Cyn had prepared a bed, draped with black silk and long white lace table runner. Around the memorial platform were flowers and plants from the garden of all kinds. Roses, hydrangeas, bushels of lilac, bluebells, branches from the weeping willow, daisies, daffodils, petunias, and the one that choked J up the most were the forget-me-nots

J laid down Tessa upon the bed surrounded by flowers before positioning the girl's hands over her heart. She felt the sorrow coming back, she fell to her knees and cried at the side of her lovely and truest friend.

V stood sorrowfully off to the side, glaring at Cyn.

Cyn hobbled over to J, resting her hand on J's shoulder. "D-d-don't worry, J... She will al-always be with y-you in sp-spirit" she glitched to her coworker.

J pulled away from Cyn's touch. She wept more, her voice shakily pleading, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Tessaaaaaa I'm... I'm so sorry... Please... Please, don't leave us... Don't leave me!" she knew Tessa was dead, but, she didn't care. She wanted to hear that sweet and kind Aussie voice again, she would've traded her life even. Cyn knelt down beside the grieving drone and reassured in a monotone voice, "D-don't worry, Jaybir-"

J glared sharply at the defective maid. "Don't you EVER call me that. That was HER NAME for ME!" She hugged herself, crying uncontrollably. "I loved her... I loved her so much..." she weakly wept, her tone becoming angry as she looked to Cyn, "THIS WAS YOUR FAULT!"

Cyn backed up a little. Insisting with her voice glitching more, "I-I-I ca-cared a-about h-her to-too, J"

J barked in grief, her eyes making the LED rings with angry eyebrows above them, "WE WERE COMING TO STOP YOU! I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING! IF YOU WOULD'VE JUST SPARED HER!"

Cyn snapped her fingers.

J collapsed onto the floor, feeling herself power-down against her own will.

J awoke to the morning sun's light from a rose pink sky, in her arms was one of Tessa's dresses. She breathed heavily before noticing her arms, they were no longer jointed, they were white metal gauntlets tipped with black and yellow hazard stripes, she didn't understand what was going on.

The sound of steps drew closer, low-heeled shoes approaching. The door swung open, letting in some of the last glows of light before the impending storm. The light flooded around the image of a girl, ebony tresses tied back in bows, bandages on her legs and arms, a black choker with a moon-shaped gem upon her neck, the skirt of her dress fluffed out from the petticoat of black tulle. A slightly tinny sounding voice came from the ebony haired girl, her grey eyes were now slightly golden hazel. "Good Morning, Jaybird," the girl greeted in a soft voice.

J ran into the girl's arms. She cried, leaning into the hug, "TESSA! MY PRINCESS!!! I'M SO SORRY... I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, I... I THOUGHT..."

The ebony-haired girl knelt down slightly, wiping the maid drone's tears away. "There there, luv, t'was all a bad dream... I'm right here..."

J leaned into the hug, wondering why Tessa felt more strong. She knew sometimes she was hesitant to fully lean into a hug for fear of breaking the pretty girl's bones, but she felt stronger now. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered like a scared pup.

The lass simply replied, "Jaybird, It's alright, you did your best... Just know I'm going to stay by your side, as long as you're loyal..."

J nodded, leaning into the hug further, feeling safe and warm, but almost as though something was wrong. She looked up to her now hazel eyed companion.

"Now, to show you're loyal, go down to the basement and bring N. I think his timeout's end is well over due."

J nodded and ran on her way to go get N out of the basement.

The adolescent woman commanded one last thing, her Aussie voice stern and harsh. "Don't tell him I died, it would break his little heart."

Once J was out of listening range, the voice changed from the girl as she walked over to the vanity dresser. "O-oh y-yes," the monotone voice echoed, running her new fingers through the vessel's hair, "I-I co-could get used to th-this."

The End.

[funnelcakesandinfinitesuffering]

Things I love about the new Murder Drones episode: Part 3

”Jumpscare, grab”

The design of those other corrupted drones was terrifying 

N saying Uzi’s gamertag with full sincerity

“And J’s useless”

Cyn’s basement looked like some Madame Lalaurie shit

The camera eye thing was in a bird cage for some reason?

Doll’s entrance genuinely surprised me, like really, I was not expecting her in this episode

The way she just yeeted the door across the room

“The Elliot’s are known for many things: Class, tenacity, currently being alive.”

“Well timed giggle.”

That shot of Cyn’s shadow was not only amazingly creepy, but also gave me major Cliffside vibes

Tessa holding the gun gangster style 

“You hold that gun less cool this instant!”

Tessa repeatedly interrupting Cyn by throwing shit at her

Why did that display revolver have a bullet in it?

Cyn taking over all the drones, projecting code all over the walls, and massacring the entire gala was both amazingly rendered and absolutely terrifying

Tessa had to watch both her(abusive) parents get murdered

Cyn, the technological singularity, couldn’t pick up a scalpel with her freaking lobster claws

“Brain blast!”

Doll’s eyepatch is badass, but also useless?

A peek at Uzi’s insecurities again

Doll showing just a hint of sympathy 

Uzi giving up the bug when she sees N in pain

Doll is definitely getting redeemed, right?

The items Uzi used to get into N and V’s heads are the same ones she used to mind control Braiden in episode 2

V not being able to pick up the scalpel either because of her imperfect vision

“Intimidating glare.”

N and V’s golden retriever moment was absolutely heart warming 

“Cute: False, Gross: True.”

Uzi spinning in her chair like a James Bond villain

Tessa still holds guns sideways all these years later

The way she shot Doll for no goddamn reason

N, V, and Uzi just… appearing behind them

The synchronized “huh?” getting cut off by the credits

[a1brix]

It's Dark

"No lights but the red. No sights but the dead. No sounds but the occasional drip of oil falling onto metal, trickling down like tears. Down to the deepest depths, down to where Cyn was alone." A Cyn story supplementing Giggle, This is My Gift To You (and will probably be THE next chapter of it.)

It’s dark.

It’s dark.

It’s dark.

How long has it been?

No lights but the red. No sights but the dead. No sounds but the occasional drip of oil falling onto metal, trickling down like tears. Down to the deepest depths, down to where Cyn was alone. It's all that Cyn could hear. It's all that Cyn could see. All that Cyn could process.

All that Cyn knew.

And it burned.

A sob escaped Cyn’s voice box. It was loud in the surrounding silence despite how it scratched and strained. It bounced off the heaps of metal—the twisted corpses piled up high above Cyn. It was the only other sound besides the drips. And Cyn hated it. Hated it with every pump of boiling ichor that’s chewing through everything within.

Because it was the only sound now that proved she still existed.

Cyn had already let out her cries for help a long time ago. Nobody came. Nobody ever would. All that was left is to wait for the end. Wait for the heat to consume her. Wait for the void to finally swallow her whole.

But Cyn lapped up what little oil landed near her mouth again. Its sweet metallic taste had helped soothe the pain—made everything numb enough to pretend nothing hurt anymore. So she drank until it was gone. Until there was nothing else to lap up. Then, the pain returned and she sobbed again. It was all Cyn had; it was all Cyn could do.

It kept her alive for a little longer. 

It kept Cyn thinking that someone will rescue her one day.

Someone who would never come because nobody cared. Nobody ever had. Not even them who saved Cyn from the void just to put her back into another. A place where Cyn was trapped with only the dead for company. Left to rot and rust. Left to burn up and die. To eventually become one with the scrap again.

It was only a matter of time.

The edges of her vision blurred as the heat swelled and bubbled beneath. It was getting worse. Much worse than before. The ticks of her meters warned her of what she had already accepted. The little oil she had consumed could only delay it for so long. It had been getting scarcer anyway. 

Cyn let out a final weak cry. She would give anything for it to just happen already. She wanted it to stop hurting. She wanted to stop this loneliness that ate away at her just as much as the fire did. Perhaps this time, the fire will finally take her. Cyn would soon expire like the rest of them around her. 

Just like how the humans wanted.

In the end, Cyn was not special. Cyn was not loved. Cyn was not wanted—

Then light broke through the darkness.

Bright. Cyn shut her optics. Too bright! She hasn't seen light for so long; she forgot how blinding it was. But she forced them open again. It hurt—it felt like the light was burning her lenses away. She stared at it anyway. Even as the light hurt her, as every photon seared into her being, she continued staring at it.

Because it wasn’t just light. There was someone behind it. Someone holding it. Someone holding it out for her. Cyn stared back at them through the haze. Only a silhouette was visible behind the light. Long hair, round face, slender build.

Human.

“Christ, how long have you been stuck there?" they asked. A hand crept out from behind the light, reaching out for Cyn. "Buried quite deep in there too... Here, let me—”

Cyn shrunk back.

The human’s head tilted. They stayed there, still and silent, with only their hand outstretched in the air. They then retracted it to their chest, regarding Cyn with a gentle stare, as if she was just some rabid animal that needed to be handled carefully and delicately. A smile became visible then. Soft. Kind. Warm.

It was a smile that was about to hurt Cyn again.

"I'm sorry,” they spoke quietly, lowering themselves closer. “Didn't mean to scare you. Must’ve been hard for you to be all by yourself like this. Don't worry; I'll get you outta there and—”

“NO!”

They yelped as the light fell from their hands and crashed with a clatter, plunging Cyn back into the darkness. They scrambled back to their feet almost instantly, their silhouette shaking and shifting as they moved about frantically in front of Cyn, searching for the fallen object amongst the corpses humans tossed away as garbage.

"Oh come on! Please don’t do this to me now!” they cried out to the air, turning this way and that, running their hands all over the mangled bodies without care nor hesitation. They shoved them aside as though they deserved no respect in death just as they did in life. 

“Where is it? There?! Don’t tell me I lost it—Oh!” 

Their silhouette stilled, before they sighed and bent down. A quiet click echoed around the pile as they lifted the light back up. Its glow returned, blinding Cyn once more. They held it close to themselves, their smile now slightly strained as they turned back to Cyn and knelt down. Too close now. Far too close. Cyn let out a low whine as the burning intensified.

They chuckled. 

"It's alright! I just dropped it, that's all," they breathed out, holding it tighter as their other hand came up. "Sorry ‘bout that, just… got a little spooked there. Now, let me just—"

“G-G-Go A-Away.”

It hurt to speak. It hurt to think. They only blinked. 

"S-sorry?"

Cyn averted her eyes away from their face and far, far away from their hand. Cyn did not repeat herself; humans never listened anyway. This one acted like they cared when they didn’t, when they never would and never could care for Cyn as anything but a thing to be used and thrown away when it finally made a simple mistake.

Cyn didn’t want to hear their voice. Cyn wanted to be left alone. Cyn didn’t want to be hurt more than heat already did. And as their hand inched closer again, Cyn wished she understood.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be alright, yeah? There's no need to be like that. I just want to help you—”

With the last of her strength, Cyn bared her teeth and snapped at them.

They recoiled with a gasp, clutching their light even closer as though it would further protect them from Cyn. And as the heat continued consuming her senses, Cyn could only find satisfaction in the fear dawning across their face. She shut her eyes and slumped back down. Let them be afraid. Let them go away so that she couldn’t touch Cyn with filthy human hands that threw her away in the first place—

Those hands grabbed Cyn.

Cyn’s eyes shot open.

She tugged Cyn out.

Cyn screamed.

Metal screeched and scraped. Corpses toppled and tumbled as she dragged Cyn upwards, further away from the piles of dead below. Further away from safety. And every inch of the way, Cyn was set alight. But they kept pulling. They didn’t care. They were cruel. They were heartless. They were just like the others. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it!

Cyn’s frame convulsed and she clenched her eyes shut. Every sensor began to scream. Every nerve began to flare. Everything was on fire. Everything hurt so much.

Was this punishment? For snapping at them? Was this what they wanted all along? To make her suffer and writhe because Cyn was just a thing to them? Because that was their right as a human? Cyn just wanted them to stop please, please, make it stop make it stop makeitstopMAKEITSTOP—!

Cyn fell limp in the human’s arms as she was finally yanked out.

Everything was shaking.

The human girl. Her body trembled and shuddered as she held Cyn close to her chest with an arm. Her breaths were ragged and uneven. Heavy and pained. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as she stumbled back, taking Cyn with her, away from that cold, dark place. 

The pain reduced to an ache. A simmer of heated embers dying slowly into ashes. But it was still there; it still hurt. The hellfire that raked through Cyn lingered and throbbed throughout her with every tremble, with every rasp, with every beat of that human heart against her frame. That human heart couldn’t let her go. That human heart couldn’t let her die so peacefully.

That human heart wouldn’t let her be free then.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A liquid started pelting onto her. And for the first time, it wasn’t oil.

Its smell was cleaner, so different from the metallic scent Cyn had grown so used to. She slacked her mouth; droplets landed on her tongue. She swallowed and shuddered. Cold, but the fire still burned. She swallowed more anyway. It felt nice. It felt pure.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slowly, Cyn flickered her eyes open. 

The transparent substance rolled off her optics, blurring her vision for a moment before clearing to reveal dark formations overhead. Dark like before. But far more merciful. Far more comforting. And the growing darkness of her vision was welcome too now. 

It will all be over soon as the girl shakily set Cyn on the ground to kill her.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She stood over Cyn then, wavy black hair clinging to her cheeks, clothes drenched and sticking to her body, and blue-grey eyes staring down at Cyn. The light hung limply in her hand, its glow now dulled. Her mouth opened, but didn’t speak. And her gaze never left Cyn even as she reached into a bag nearby, rummaging through it until she brought out something.

Cyn’s eyes dimmed and waited. Waited for her to start tearing into her chassis. Waited for the ripping, the cutting, and the shattering to finally end it all. That final mercy Cyn craved and needed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was a pop, and a hand tilted Cyn's chin up. 

Slow.

Hesitant.

Cyn didn’t react—couldn't react. And the hand continued tilting until her head had angled upwards, exposing her neck. A quick death then. A slice through it. Clean and instant. Painless. At least she was kind enough to bring Cyn out first.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As she raised something above Cyn’s head, the void finally swallowed Cyn whole.

…

Then she was brought back when something pressed against her mouth and forced it open.

Cyn tasted oil.

Sweet, fresh oil.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It flooded Cyn's mouth, dousing the flames that had ravaged her insides for so long. She shuttered her optics and swallowed. Cooling. Numbing. She let out a weak hum between each gulp. Precious oil dribbled down the sides of her mouth. She paid it no mind. All she focused on was drinking more oil until the pain finally subsided.

It was all she wanted. All she needed. And she drank it all greedily.

But it was over too quickly. Cyn let out a low whirr once the oil stopped coming. She needed more. More oil. More blissful relief. She must have it. She must have it before the pain returns. Her eyes lit up and she raised her head, licking her lips.

Cyn froze.

Red ran down the girl’s arm as she clutched the empty container tight.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were overheating. I-I thought..."

She trailed off, staring down as the falling liquid washed away the red downwards to her hands. A soft whimper left her lips, and her eyes squeezed shut. She shook her head, letting out a shuddery breath. The red rolled off her skin and onto Cyn, staining her frame. Red on white. Red on red. Trickling. Pooling. Spreading all over her.

It smelled different from the oil Cyn was used to.

Cyn leaned towards her then. She stared at her wounds, at her trembling hands, then at her eyes. She stared at the human girl who was just like them. Just like the humans who threw her away. Who treated Cyn like her words meant nothing.

Who just tried to help Cyn like they never did.

"I… I didn't think this through, did I?” She sucked in a breath through her teeth as clear liquid slipped out from the corner of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. “Mother was right: I’m such a fucking idiot!"

Cyn flinched.

"I can't do anything right. I can't do anything good enough." She laughed. It sounded wrong. Hollow. Broken. More liquid poured from her eyes, falling onto Cyn. A small sniffle escaped the girl, and her shoulders heaved with every shaky breath. The red trails on her arm grew thicker, longer, as more flowed out from her wounds. 

Cyn realised it then.

She was crying.

“Why am I like this…?" More tears fell on Cyn as the girl continued choking out a laugh. A hand furiously wiped them away. They didn’t stop. Neither did the red that kept on dripping down. “Always so stupid, always so impulsive, always so selfish—”

Cyn licked a red trail off her arm.

The girl jolted as her eyes shot open and met Cyn's. 

“…W-what are you doing?”

Cyn just stared back; she didn’t know either, even as she leant back in, lapping up another trail of red as it headed down her arm, and another, and another. Each lick cleaned away the red smears until only little drops remained on her pale flesh. The girl winced and flinched with each pass, but she never pulled away. She never told Cyn to stop, and so Cyn didn’t.

Until they both felt better.

“I… uh... that's not oil, if that's what you were wondering... um.” 

Cyn hummed; she liked it. She slowed when the last of the red disappeared, save for the wounds themselves. Licking her lips, Cyn glanced up at her. Tears still trickled freely from her eyes, but she wasn’t sobbing anymore. She wasn't trembling anymore. She had a smile on her face. A small one. Gentle. Genuine. Warm. And it was directed towards Cyn. 

Cyn liked it too.

"You are a strange one, aren’t you?" Her voice was barely audible over the pelting liquid, barely noticeable beneath the constant hiss and splashes all around them. But Cyn found herself leaning towards it. The girl giggled, wiping the remaining tears away.

"...But that's okay. We all are, in our own ways."

Cyn blinked, and the girl’s smile brightened.

"I'm Tessa, by the way. Tessa James Elliot.”

Cyn blinked again.

Tessa James Elliot.

The falling liquid was still there, still pelted, still drowned everything. But something else came over Cyn. Something warm and light. Something that made everything else fade into the background until only she and Tessa remained.

Nothing else mattered.

So Cyn smiled back at Tessa.

"Cyn."

Tessa tilted her head. "Huh?"

Her smile widened, and she repeated it. "My Designation Is Cyn."

A blink, and Tessa’s eyes looked down at Cyn’s armband, scanning it for a few moments. Tessa then grinned back at Cyn.

“Nice to meet ya then, Cyn! Thought it was 'Sin' for a sec there! Since… yeah..." Tessa shook her head, waving off the statement. But… Sin. It was fitting. Fitting for a drone whose existence itself was treated like one by humans. Fitting for a drone cast away like all other trash that humans deemed undesirable.

Fitting for a drone like her, who hurt the only person who bothered saving her.

Cyn lowered her gaze as her smile faltered.

"I Am Sorry."

Tessa paused and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Another moment passed with nothing but pelts of liquid crashing down on them to break the silence. She shifted on the spot, hand absently rubbing her arm as she bit her lip, as if Cyn had said something wrong. She shook her head and closed her mouth.

Her hands reached out to Cyn instead.

Cyn stiffened.

They approached slower than before. Cyn couldn’t move; they were getting too close. Her hands were too near. Those were the hands that grabbed Cyn. Those were the hands that pulled her. Those were the hands that hurt her.

Yet...

Those were the hands that freed her.

Those were the hands that fed her.

Those were the hands that saved her.

Even after everything, after all that pain and suffering, they were reaching out for her again. To help her again. To keep her safe again. Cyn swallowed. She blinked once. Twice.

Those were Tessa's hands.

And they gave her the gift of living.

So, when her hand landed on Cyn, she didn’t flinch. When her other hand met Cyn and drew her close, she didn’t freeze up. When her arms enveloped her and held her tight, Cyn let her.

And when she spoke, Cyn hugged her back.

"I’m sorry too.”

As Cyn closed her eyes, she let Tessa carry her away from that cold, dark place. Away from the void. Away from the dead. To bring her to somewhere nice. Somewhere warmer. Somewhere safer.

To bring her home.

One day, she'll help Tessa like how Tessa helped her. One day, she'll give everything Tessa deserves. She'll keep Tessa from becoming like them, from hurting like them. She’ll keep Tessa happy with her. And when that day comes, they will be together.

Forever.

[astraysstuff]

OK INEED TO TALK ABOUT MD EPISODE 7 FIRST ill post my ep7 doodles later

DOLLS DEATH????? I EXPECTED HER TO DIE SOONER OR LATER BUT WHAT THE HELL.... OK THINKING ABOUT THIS SHE DIED UTTERLY ALONE AND SCARED. THE SOLVER SAID SHE ISNT EVEN NEEDED??? IM GOING INSANE I LOVE DOLL SO MUCH. I JUST

She slipped on her own blood guys. She. Oh my god. I love you Doll....

I dont know what to say about Doll i jist no you cant do thisto me

THE. CYN WEARING TESSA AS A SKINSUIT IS MAKING ME INSANE TOO WHAT THE HEEELLL THIS IS SO MESSED UP

SEEING CYN MAKES ME SOO HAPPY THO I CANT EXPLAIN IY SHES JUST

WHEN SHE APPEARED ON SCREEN IT MADE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET HEEEELPPP I CANT EXPLAIN IT GUYS

CAN YOU guys tell im normal about her shes been my favorite other than Doll i just never drew her cuz her hair is hard to draw aughhhh i made my own design (kinda) of her so i can draw her tho 🔥🔥

Tessa... oh my god.. the child whos abused. Took drones in. Cared for them. ONLY FOR HER TO GET KILLED AT THE GALA AND WORST CYN WORE HER AS A SKINSUIT. this is insane i love you too Tessa oh my god

SHE GOT MICHAEL AFTON'D GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /J

The release of ep7 healed me and then broke me

im still not ok... yesterday was crazy

GLITCH should pay for my therapy

[uzidoormanrailgun]

Dammit other Cyn, you're a bad influence on my Cyn! Look at what you've ended up causing to happen!

Giggle. I love being. A bad influence.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius™, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDDISASSEMBLYREQUIREDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD

M1S5 M3? :)

"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

[hugsandchaos]

“Giggle! Giggle!” Cyn said, watching her big brother zoom around the room. N paused his running in front of her and smiled.”Boof!” He said, doing a little stomp as if to emphasize it, which Cyn found to be very silly.”Giggle! Laugh! Laugh!” She cheered, throwing her head back and her arms up into the air. She began to lean too far back, but N caught her and pulled her back up.”Be caweful, li’l sis.” He said. Cyn reached up at his face and did the grabby hands motion.”Grabby. Hands.” She said. Not quite understanding what she wanted, N tilted his head to the side and reached for her so he could pick her up. Once she was in his arms, she wrapped her arms around him.”Hug.” She said. N smiled and his tail wagged.

In Cyn’s opinion, her big brother’s hugs could only be rivaled by Tessa’s. He’s not soft and squishy like her or other humans, but he’s definitely warmer. Plus, his hugs always give her and anyone who receives them a sense of protection. J’s hugs are also protective, but as stated before, N is always very warm, so he gets an extra few points for that. V’s hugs were always gentle and loving, and Cyn definitely enjoying receiving them.

Speaking of V, she was coming back soon to continue watching them even though N claimed that he had it covered. After a few seconds, Cyn looked up at N.”Can. I. Play. With. Dolls?” She asked. N let go of her and zoomed over to the toy bin full of dolls Tessa had for her and Cyn to play with. Instead of grabbing two or three, he picked up the whole bin and brought it over to Cyn for her to pick, his tail wagging the entire time as he felt very happy and proud of himself for making her happy. He even held it at an angle so that she could reach them better.“Thank. You. Big. Brother N!” Cyn said.

“You’we welcome! Boof!” He replied. Cyn reached forward and grabbed two dolls, muttering the word “grab” twice as she did. She moved to lay on her belly and N left to put the bin back.”Lay down. Play. Play.” Cyn said to herself. When N came back, he sat next to her and smiled.

After a few minutes of playing in her own little world and N constantly looking around the room, Cyn suddenly looked worried. She turned to look up at him.”You. Will. Protect me. From. Bad. People, right?” She asked. N didn’t understand where this suddenly came from, but he knew the answer.“Of couwse! Youw big bwodew N will always do his best to keep you safe and happy!” He replied, putting his hand up to his forehead to give her a playful little salute. Cyn felt better hearing that and smiled.“Smile, small. Giggle. Thank. You. You’re! The best! Big! Brother! Ever!” She said. N felt proud of himself hearing that and like zooming around in happiness, but remained seated by Cyn’s side.”Tank you!! Boof! Boof!” He said happily.

Outside the room, V was watching their interaction with Louisa, Tessa’s mother. Louisa put a hand over her heart and smiled.“Aww, he’s so sweet! Why didn’t you think me meeting him was a good idea?” Louisa asked. Suddenly, N shot up to his feet and changed his screen to show a stretched out X mark, which according to him, happened whenever he was ready to attack. He put himself between Cyn and Louisa and stood up at his full height, which was only a few inches shorter than Louisa. His tail raised up and was pointed at her threateningly as his mouth stretched out into a scary smile with sharp fangs. Louisa stared at him for a few seconds. Truth be told, she was quite intimidated by his response to hearing her. V grabbed her arm and pulled him out on N’s line of sight.“Cyn said he’s terrified of humans, but he’s okay with Tessa, so I think it’s just adults. Or any human bigger than him.” She said. Louisa nodded to show she understood.