#oilrose

[fwoggiekeromoto]

Oopsies, haven't been on here in a hot minute, have some human oilrose :D

super sorry for the lack of activity, I've been working hard on some other important personal stuff. Please enjoy the art <3

[gonthelizard]

"I thought you loved me..." "I did."

[guavaghast]

[euphoricsleeplucidity]

J x V x Uzi... does this even have like, a proper ship name? I've just been calling it BrandedViolentBites. Anyway, this takes place in an AU of mine where the disassembly drones are more feralistic - but I intentionally didn't make that very obvious, and although some background information is missing (this seems to be the usual for me), it's still readable.

While I think the pacing is rather off and it might be a tad rushed (writing these on Discord for your friends first might do that to you), I'm rather proud of this regardless. :3

The worker wanders through the snow, white crunching underneath her boots loudly, her purple optics honed in on the ground. Everything felt too quiet as she makes her way to the corpse spire - she felt uneasy, like she was being watched.

Which, is kind of weird, considering Uzi has befriended all of the disassembly drones. So realistically, there shouldn't be anything out here for her to fear? And yet, she still does as she enters the towering structure of long-dead corpses, all of which her own kind.

"N?" She calls out first, familiar name on her tongue. She gets no response, which is kind of concerning. He's usually always here - he's the one who rarely ever goes out hunting, something about how his systems don't need as much oil as his female coworkers. He is almost always here to greet her.

While Uzi has 'befriended' the disassemblers, that doesn't necessarily mean she gets along with all of them. Namely V and J - while V is a little easier to get along with and they're certainly getting closer, J is... well, J.

Just as she's about to call out their names anyway, something impacts the snow behind her.

Uzi yelps, turns around to be met with an intimidating hunter's cross across black display, a sign of impending demise for any other worker. Though she's starting to feel like just any worker.

It's V - she can tell that much, if the eerie giggling alone didn't give it away. Claws out, tail lashing as if irritated, wings twitching in anticipation. Yeah, Uzi is actually kind of freaked out.

"V?" She utters quietly, but alas, gets no response. As if the disassembler has completely given in to her hunting protocols - she might of.

V shows off her fangs in a sickening grin, wide and malicious across her face. She prowls forward, and Uzi is beginning to feel like prey caught in a predator's trap. For every step the worker takes back, V takes one forward, unyielding in her approach.

And Uzi wasn't doing a very good job at keeping an eye on her surroundings, clearly, because her back hits something solid. A quick glance, hesitant to take her eyes off of the predator and yet doing so anyway, reveals that she's been cornered against the landing pod.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the incoming attack - and as the disassembler pounces, Uzi leaps to the side, hitting the snow just as a thud sounds from behind. V had hit the pod in her lunge, and Uzi can hear her growl in frustration afterward.

The worker rolls onto her back, stares at V, terrified. She quickly gets up, puts her hands out in front of herself as if she's trying to calm a wild animal. Well, she kind of is, isn't she?

"V, calm down, please. I-I'm not your prey, remember?" Uzi says, those pleading words feeling foreign in her mouth, uncharacteristically scared but sue her, this is a life or death situation. She can worry about her edgy teenage persona later. Her words only cause V to giggle, however.

And then something else lands behind her, and she whips around on instinct, her eyes thinning out. J.

Now, she is cornered between two disassembly drones. While J is usually far more restrained than V ever could be, right now, she matches V's hungry look and that is a horrifying realization.

Uzi looks between both predators, involuntarily trembling. She's defenseless, she didn't bring anything she could possibly defend herself with. Not that she really has anything that could help her here in the first place, anyway. And thanks to a certain drone, she pointedly glares at J for a split second, fear be damned, her railgun is still in repair.

She's unable to evade V's next pounce, and finds herself pinned up against the pod with the hungry disassembler's maw opening wide. And she feels a cable coiling around her leg, feels the cold canister settling against it. Uzi belatedly realizes that it's not V's as she looks down to watch the yellow liquid slosh inside, her eyes then following the length of the cable to its actual owner - J.

"W-why... ?" The worker utters, voice shaky and wracked with fear. She feels betrayed - why does she feel betrayed? V and J aren't like N, they could have attacked her at any moment because they aren't close, and yet she still feels betrayed when they actually do. Guess she liked them more than she thought she had.

Uzi squeaks when J moves to crowd her, too. While V's talons wrap around her arms and hold them to the pod, J settles one pair of hers by Uzi's head. She leans in, as well, but then that elongated X disappears and gives way to cold calculating eyes, a frown playing across her lips.

Can Uzi feel relieved already?

She waits with bated breath, and then J's claws shift out for the normal drone hands and she moves to rest a hand on V's shoulder. A silent command, to which the other disassembler obeys without question. Hunting protocols retreat, and Uzi no longer feels as threatened as wings disappear, X flickers to give way to usual optics, and claws retract to shift back into hands.

Both back off, allowing Uzi space to breathe. They look concerned, but unsure on if they should move closer again or stay back.

But Uzi only scowls, lets herself slide down the wall she had been cornered to as she works to relax her systems, still reeling with the aftershocks of her prior panic. She wants to yell at them, scold them, anything to feel more like herself right now, but she can't find it in herself to do so. Maybe later.

J kneels first, and Uzi finds herself flinching as the disassembler moves closer. Regret flashes across the ex-leader's face, and Uzi can hear the click of her vocalsynth resetting before she speaks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of..." A glance over to V, "that was a mistake. I'm sorry." Her tone is full of remorse.

It's as if the pair communicate with their eyes, but then Uzi realizes that they probably are - they have some sort of program that allows them to speak to each other without their prey being able to know, Uzi recalls from one of J's explanations on disassembly drone features.

And V kneels too, but stays where she is. Uzi looks between the two.

"Then why did you?" She finally questions bitterly.

"We were... playing," V mumbles an answer, embarrassed.

"Seriously," it's not phrased as a question - Uzi is exasperated. If they had brought this up beforehand, she probably would of actually played along, but she thought she was really about to die at the claws of the first drones she found herself willing to trust. She kind of feels bad - feels like she's ruined something, but, it's not like she was even aware there was something to be ruined in the first place!

Uzi groans loudly. "Ugh, you guys were really scary, y'know," she mutters, looking away. 'Scary' is an understatement, but she's trying to lighten the situation.

In a move that is so uncharacteristic of her, J hesitantly wraps her arms around Uzi's waist and moves up against her side. While Uzi tenses initially, she ultimately finds herself relaxing into the comforting gesture. It feels weirdly nice? She normally hates physical contact, and honestly, so do the disassemblers, and yet... she finds herself enjoying this and her breathing calms down completely.

And then there is pressure against the other side of her, and V has joined the party - her arms join J's, wrapping around the worker's waist as well. Completely sandwiched in-between them, Uzi's visor, despite the earlier incident, flushes with a purple blush. Oh, great.

She'll consult herself about that later.

"I'm sorry, too," V mumbles after a moment of silence. A rare sincerity in her words that catches Uzi off-guard, and, apparently J too, if her looking up with a rather surprised look on her face is anything.

"It's not really fine, but I guess I can forgive you," Uzi says, and that's the most they'll get out of her. She's not being sappy and shit around them.

V snickers, and nuzzles her face into the back of her neck.

J leans her forehead against Uzi's.

And y'know what?

She's content to stay like this for as long as they'll allow.

She leans into J's chest, listens to her core beat while V's breath warms the back of her neck.

This is nice.

[rhysrjjsfm]

toxic oilrose for this day of angst

[spencer-arts]

Comms info:

[mattsqueakerdraws]

Triplets for the Yuri couple (Oilrose)

[mistersillyyy]

workin on another comic :-)

[rosenapppiing]

im back. fucked up oilrose vs nuvi FIGHT

[marco-le-loser]

My favorite polycule! (Now on tumblr!)

[new-management-murder-drones-au]

Silly oilrose thing I had to get outta my head

[poxivix]

Oh my! oilrose doodles

Im a multishipper dont attack me im jus a lil girl

[gonthelizard]

Soulmates till the end ❤️

[gh0st-pixelz]

v in that red dress (episode 3!)

does this count ?

[kates-dump]

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!! J PLEASE!!! LIAM PLEASE!!!!

[rhysrjjsfm]

my yuri? tragic (remake of art by @gonthelizard, technically oilrose)