#platonic robots

[mcytshipsandmore]

Make them kiss IMMEDIATELY.

(Platonically ofc- They’re too innocent)

PLATONIC ROBOTS!!! -⭐️

[bi-shop]

She Has Already Awakened Too Much

[cheschesterpossum]

Thank you @yes-i-write-fanfiction for the inspiration

[elysiumae]

Along the far wall, a row of practice dummies stand at attention, their padded bodies bearing the scars of countless beatings. You run a hand along one’s stitching, feeling where the material has worn thin.

“Hey, why does the combat room only have—” You turn around only to see Phainon in the middle of peeling off his military sweatshirt, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath. Your mouth goes dry. The fabric clings to the plane of his torso, the sleeves cutting off just where the defined curve of his shoulders meets his arms. Quickly, you focus on picking at a stray piece of thread at your own sleeves, pretending not to notice how the light catches on the golden ink curling around his collarbone.

“See something interesting?” he teases, tossing the sweatshirt onto a bench. Fuck.

“Just wondering how much you paid for that tacky tattoo,” you shoot back, refusing to give him the satisfaction. It’s a little strange, foreign, this unfamiliar yet familiar push and pull. But you find that you don’t dislike it.

Phainon presses a dramatic hand to his chest. “You wound me,” he says, though the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays his amusement. “The artist who did this guaranteed it'd increase my drift effectiveness by at least… four percent.”

“Four percent? Should have sprung for the ten percent model instead.”

He laughs as he stretches, the movement making the tank top strain against the defined muscle of his shoulders. As he turns to grab a practice staff, you catch more of the tattoo trailing down the exposed part of his back. It’s more elaborate than you'd first thought, the fine lines shimmering like sunbeams across his tan skin.

Bad. Stop looking.

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

The wild robot!

(I need more fics of them being a chaotic cute family)

[bewitched-hours]

Forsaken | 007n7 x Robot!Reader (Platonic)

My friend suggested a fic with the reader being a robot but with an AI kinda like Neuro-Sama(iykyk) and I thought it's be whole to see 007n7 in dad mode again so yeah-

Reader's pronouns will be They/Them for this one!

You couldn't remember anything. Your chip was pretty much fried.

You were forsaken for actions you didn't remember. Your lifeless, robotic body was simply found by Builderman and although he was ecstatic to fix you up, you quickly proved to be a challenge.

You didn't show emotions but your programming was clearly flawed.

You'd have moments where you would crash out of nowhere or overheat for seemingly no reason. Usually this resulted in you either collapsing or completely freezing up because your AI had no idea what it was meant to do.

So, 007n7 was called to check on your code. It was like looking at a digital junkyard.

He had to eventually try to rewrite your entire code, removing concerning lines that indicated at you being built originally for brutal killings. He didn't even want to know if it was for better or for worse but seeing as you were brought to the Survivor cabin, it was likely for the better.

When you powered back on, he even tried to make you feel more lifelike. He had you learn on your own to mimic emotions and develop a personality.

He was actually quite proud of it despite the other survivors not really caring all too much.

You were rarely chosen for rounds, mostly being left behind to keep the cabin clean and prepare everyone some snacks and drinks for their return. Wether a round ended in victory or not, you still encouraged that they celebrated it.

007n7 didn't even program the latter into you. You had simply watched the others handle the kitchen and learned from observations and experimenting. Most of what you made was Pizza though because it was usually Elliot in the Kitchen.

But as time went on, you became more and more lifelike. And the other survivors treated you more like a person than an AI upon noticing it.

You had such a gentle and cheerful personality, only carefree outside of rounds and getting serious when you were in one. You had even grown protective over your fellow survivors and they didn't need detective work to know you were beginning to favour the ex-hacker.

Whatever, they figured it was because your code somehow recognized him as your 'creator' of sorts.

But 7n7 wasn't exactly thrilled by the way you treated him. It was too much like you were seeing him as a 'father', and it honestly scared him.

He was still grieving over failing his son and now he accidentally made himself the father to an AI? He couldn't even begin to figure out how he should feel about it.

At first he tried to discourage the behaviour, telling you not to see him as 'Father' and call him by his name. You listened, but only added to your coding to call him by his name, not changing his dynamic to you in the slightest.

Then he switched to a more neutral stance after the others began teasing him on having two kids now. He began being more gentle with you but usually tried to find excuses to send you off without questions. Of course, you would never dare to question your creator's commands. So you usually went off to do whatever ridiculous task he had given you before idling again.

But then he finally broke, and it felt as though the icy walls he had built began melting. He even started calling you "Kid" instead of your name half the time. For some reason, it made you happy. Especially when he messed up the artificial hair you've made yourself with a light chuckle.

He just couldn't escape it. You were his child now and upon changing the dynamic status for both 007's and c00lkidd's directories, you also began to learn of a new emotion...

Guilt.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[non-plutonian-druid]

nobody touch me ART likes murderbot so much

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hey, could I request a fic for ena dream bbq? Ena x reader who's a slightly funky version of a mars rover.

They look like the spirit/opportunity rovers for the most part, with the whole robot head and solar panel wing thing going on. But, their wheels are floating just a little off the ends of their leg thingies, and they can separate into individual pieces making up hands/feet, and their body and legs are a bit more articulated, so the reader can stand up in a more humanoid shape if they so choose.

And on their head, they have a small screen near their cameras, which they use to show emotion using emoticons, because it's a low resolution screen that pretty much only displays a few characters of text. So they just kinda go :] <:D >:/ :P BJ X0 ;3 ':2 c: D8 ',:) :7 (individually not all at once) when they are talking to people. Sometimes they display a word or a few symbols instead tho, like "there's a 37 percent chance of that happening" and their screen says 37%, or they go ??? When confused or something.

They usually stay in regular rover form while traveling, driving on their wheels, and go humanoid when they need to carry something, talk to people, or generally are in a situation where hands are useful. They do have one arm that isn't one of their wheels, but it has somewhat delicate scientific equipment in it, so they don't use it as much for everyday stuff. They also turn off their screen when they aren't actively trying to convey emotions, so usually only when alone or around people they know well and trust.

theyre working together with ena, and on the side just casually taking soil samples and pictures of interesting things. Write whatever you feel like, one shot, hc, anything, whatever you feel inspired to write. Preferably platonic, but if you wanna write a romance I won't stop you. (If you wanna add any other characters like coral glasses or Kane or something that could also be fun, even someone from the series like classic ena or shepherd, but that makes things more complicated so you very much don't have to)

Have a nice day! :D

(sorry this ask is so long and probably goes into unnecessary detail, im a rambler and decided to give a whole character description for some reason ':∆. You don't need to write this if you don't wanna)

This is a cool concept! I don't mind the extra details! Hope hcs are alright

..........

While you don't recall when or where you were built, you do know your purpose: take pictures of intriguing subjects, steal soil and rock samples, etc. etc. Everything you've once done in space, you do here on this world.

But it felt less like a job and more like a hobby. Something that stimulated your circuitry and allowed you to experience "joy" (which you once thought was strictly reserved for living organisms) in everything you found.

Your creators have long since forgotten you...or maybe they all died and didn't think you'd outlive them. You had no orders to follow. No signals to relay. No real mission to accomplish.

So you took it upon yourself to join Ena and Froggy's group, wanting to have some sort of directive, even if it meant helping them accomplish whatever business called for them to do.

Some days, you'd be in the Hub, assisting Coral Glasses with her work regarding the Horse Door, faxing her blood samples and other interesting specimen you've picked up, or she might print a picture of something bizarre she found and ask for your input.

You weren't programmed with a voice (which she doesn't mind since she's not a fan of social interactions and lengthy chats). Instead, you communicate through a screen next to your cameras, which display a variety of emoticons, emojis, and symbols. It's not the greatest resolution, but it gets your point across.

Some icons are indicative of approval, some of disdain, and others...would be confusing for the average person to understand.

For Froggy? He tends to mistranslate what you're trying to say and has the nerve to ask why you made a >:( face.

For Kane? He gets it half the time.....but he's more worried about getting his coins stuck in your wheels again.

For Ena? It's no problem. She knows exactly what you mean every time, acting like she's been there since your construction, while also respecting your autonomy.

When your new and current directive became "eliminate the smoke", you thought the tasks leading to its completion would be simple.

But with Ena, it turns out to be anything but that.

In the Lonely Door, you noticed that the Uncanny Streets had a dry deserted terrain. You had a phobia of dust storms and your wheels getting stuck in sand traps, but thankfully the conditions here don't permit such occurrences. And your solar panels are always keeping your batteries charged, as it never gets dark, either--so in short, travelling around would be the least of your concerns.

While your screen initially displays nothing as you scan the environment, Ena somehow knows what you're thinking and pats the top of your head.

"This will be a great opportunity to gather vital intel and ask invasive questions!" Salesperson grins. "I can smell the opportunities from up here, my friend. Don't you?"

":U....<:)"

"That's the spirit! I couldn't have said it better myself! I vow to get to the bottom of this mysterious Gen--bAthR00M."

"🚽?"

"Ew! I didn't need to see THAT!!!" Meanie pretends to retch. "Go take 300 pictures of that cloud for me, you hunk of metal!!"

Funny enough, you don't take her demands as an insult. Your storage is like a bottomless pit, so you could hypothetically take 300 pics of one singular cloud if its shape and placement in the sky intrigued you enough.

But you'd rather stick with her and assist her with the different jobs she's been given.

You can shift between your primary vehicle mode and your more humanoid one for easy interactions with folks--although you being taller than Ena in that latter form leads to Meanie pouting and grumbling under her breath when she thinks you can't see her.

Too bad for her, as your camera/eyes can see 360.

While she talks to people (which is really them messing with her and claiming to be the boss, insulting her species, and eventually giving her something to do), you're just taking pictures of things like the giant melded into the building, the black tree without leaves that's wandering about the outskirts, or the alienlike Wanderers in the sky.

Rescuing Shoryo's pets/babies is easy, as you're able to maneuver around tight spaces and let them rest on your platform, driving them back to the horselike entity.

He felt flattered that you "delivered them to [him] on a silver platter"...which left you wondering if he intended to eat them.

Before you can question it, there's an explosion and you see Ena and the Shaman outside of the now-destroyed Seal House.

After she's given the humanboard, you discover fertile soil deposits around the streets, learning that the head can grow into a full body and help her reach higher places.

The ribcages buried within the dirt intrigued you, but oddly enough...she didn't want you to take any bone samples.

All you wanted to do was perform a light brush, a gentle abrasion on the surface. Just enough to get a microscopic calcium extract so you could determine how old it is.

You had no idea what overcame Ena when her clawed hand latches onto your delicate arm unexpectedly, threatening to damage your analyzers, drills bits, and other scientific equipment embedded into it.

It sets off internal alarms, red lights flashing across your vision, but you silence those in favor of staring at her. "🦴❌?"

"I just....don't want you to do that. It might hurt him.." Meanie's voice drops into a low whisper, something extremely uncharacteristic of her, as her mitten hand trembles and cradles the humanboard closer to her chest. Like some maternal instinct had overtaken her. "Please.."

Your screen goes dark, but you comply and leave the soil alone.

Perhaps not everything needs exploration.

[fl4kf4n]

Another old post... this is a badly formatted comic but I wanted to finish it so it wouldn't stay a coloured sketch anymore :0

[circusclowne]

tpot 14 was cool

without blur

[fandomnerd9602]

Clark: where’s the dog?!

Lex: I’m sorry what dog?

Y/N: release the dog, Sexxy Lexxy

Lex: (mortified) w-what did you call me?

Y/N holds up their phone…

Y/N; release the dog Luthor or I’ll release a certain video of you from high school. One of you as Sexxy Lexxy the head of a metal band called Sexx Luthor

Lex: you wouldn’t! I thought I destroyed all copies of that!!

Y/N: just try me! 1…2…!!

Lex: t-the dog’s in lab! Take him and leave!

Clark: Sexxy Lexxy?

Y/N: I’ll play you the clip back home

[reckless-deprivation]

could you do teen team with a younger reader (around 14-15) who wants to be apart of the team??

Of course I can ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)! This request is written with the season one Teen team (before Eve introduced/met Mark) in mind. I'm sorry if any character I write ends up being ooc, I'm still trying to expand my knowledge on all the characters in invincible （´∇｀''） Word count - ~2.1k Invincible masterlist!

"A kid!?"

.・。.・゜✭・.

.・。.・゜✭・.

Everything was going according to plan, it was all going so smoothly that the Teen Team couldn't help but grow a little cocky.

No citizens were fatally injured, no buildings were majorly destructed, and the villain was growing tired. The team was all smiles and nasty comments up until someone unexpectedly intervened, a child none the less.

It all happened in a moment; Rex was about to throw one last explosion at the enemy to knock them down, but before the activated rubble could even make contact with his opponent, they were already knocked down to the ground by something... or more accurately someone.

Rex paused, looking at the villain, which was now writhing on the ground, in both confusion and irritation. He immediately turned to Robot, always being the first to blame the heap of intelligence and bronze material.

"I told you I had this!" He whined in his usual fashion, a grimace on his face as he glared at the guy.

"I'm not the one that knocked the enemy down." Robot insisted in his usual monotone tone, causing Rex to just grow even more irritated.

"Oh, yeah? Then who else could it be?" He yelled back, standing his ground as Robot's bike slowly lowered to the ground. Robot only hummed, watching off into the distance while he recollected data from the fight, completely ignoring Rex's whines and complaints.

"Oh." That small word seemed to confuse the team, brows furrowed as they watched Robot and waited for more context. But they didn't get any.

"'Oh' what, Robot?" Kate asked, her clones quick to approach as they observed the daydreaming Robot.

"Someone intervened." He stated the obvious, causing the rest of the team to look at him with a grimace of annoyance.

"We know that much you cheap hunk of metal! Who intervened?" Rex insulted, which resulted in a breathy and disappointed sigh from Eve. Robot paused, looking down at the team before-

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-"A kid!?" Rex gasped, looking at the base's computer while pushing Robot out to the side, leaning in closer as if his eyes were deceiving him. "A child stole my glory!?"

"I wouldn't say they stole it; they weren't even seen." Kate sighed, also in a small state of shock as they looked at the paused screen displaying a child. Their bright costume consisted of random clothing from their closet, the neon colors only making the team even more confused as to how they didn't see them.

"How did a kid manage to take down that anyway?" Eve questioned, also leaning onto Robot a little as she observed the paused screen. The villain wasn't exactly... small; they were a large target, sure, but they were also tough. How could a kid manage to take them down with one blow? The villain wasn't injured enough to pass out by a little kid's punch, so there had to be something else...

"I have a few theories." Robot intervened, gently pushing off Rex and Eve as he observed the screen for a couple of moments longer.

"We don't want to hear any of your stupid theories-"

"Rex." Eve cut him off, sending a glare to the man's direction. He could only grumble in annoyance, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. "Robot, continue."

Robot nodded, turning back to the screen for a last effort observation before spilling out the facts.

The child in question could hold superhuman abilities, which could be the explanation to the harsh punch and quick movements.

The child could have a power up agent stored under their "suit", the clothes they wore were baggy enough to be able to hide something underneath, it would also explain their strength and speed depending on how the machine under their clothes was operated.

The child wasn't human. Sure, they seemed to have the anatomy of one, but their face and general anatomy were covered enough to not cause suspicion, for all they knew the child could be from a whole other planet.

And so on and so on. Everyone stopped listening by the time he finished up with his third theory

Everyone's gaze lingered on the screen for a few minutes, trying to find any indication as to who this child could be. But their whole body was covered, not leaving anything except the color and length of their hair, and that didn't exactly help them de-code who it could be...

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"Deep breaths..." You mumbled to yourself, watching the chaos within the city as your cape, or more fittingly bedsheet, fluttered in the wind. It had been a few weeks since your last big fight with a villain; even though you threw one singular punch and fled, you were riding on that high for weeks. You helped the Teen Team; you took down a villain! I'd be thriving if I'm being honest.

With your final deep inhale, you jumped into action, soaring through the sky with a pounding heart as you sped towards the culprit's direction. One punch, two, three - you were landing hits like never before, with each contact fleeing for a hiding place before he could spot you. Though for now your punches only seem to be annoying the guy, not actually leaving a mark.

Your head shot up as you heard the familiar yells of the Teen Team, smiling brightly before speeding towards the villain's direction once more, now more confident than ever. One punch, two, three! You were on a roll!

Though, your confidence soon got the better of you, soaring through the air to land another hit, only to be caught by your cape. The villain smirked, using the machinery that grabbed your cape to fling you towards the direction of the Teen Team. You yelped in surprise, managing to catch yourself in the air before you could make contact with the concrete. Your hands were trembling ever so slightly from nearly getting your body plummeted to the hard concrete, but you quickly regained your composure.

Before you could spring back into action, someone caught you, clinging to your cape for a few seconds before turning your body and pulling you towards them.

"Kid, what are you doing!?" A panicked voice scolded you, quickly recognizing the person to be none other than Atom Eve.

"I'm helping!" You exclaimed, a bright smile grazing your features as you basked in the attention, happy that Atom Eve was speaking to you.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into! This is dangerous!" She continued to scold, but she stopped herself as she heard citizens yelling in horror. Both of your heads snapped, looking over to see a woman trying to get out of the rubble.

Eve was about to intervene, but you were far quicker. You fled out of her grasp, ripping the bedsheet which you know your guardian will scold you for later on, quickly crouching next to the woman with a little bit of panic coursing through your mind. You took another deep inhale to ease your nerves, grabbing the rubble and lifting it with great effort, just enough for Dupli-Kate to grab the woman and rush her to safety. You let out a sigh of relief as you set down the rock, rubbing your sore forearms for a moment before returning back to action.

You landed one kick from behind, flying up into the air before plummeting back down with gritted teeth as you braced for impact, landing another kick with the cost of the villain grabbing you once more and throwing you into a nearby building. You couldn't catch yourself this time, the air being knocked out of your lungs from the harsh impact as you felt your eyes tear up. But you wouldn't give up now, you couldn't.

You managed to get your strength up quickly, searching around for a moment before spotting a conveniently placed laptop charger cable, in a coffee shop. 'Bad day for that laptop owner' you think to yourself.

You grab the cable without a second thought, untying the makeshift cape before quickly flying towards the villain. You didn't try to hide, wanting to be seen by the criminal, and you succeeded.

The sly smirk of the criminal told you all you needed to know, increasing your speed slightly towards him, and as he lifted his hand to grab you, you managed to change your course in a split second, stumbling in the air for a few seconds before regaining your composure and rushing behind him.

You threw the bedsheet onto his head, tugging him back with enough force for him to stumble momentarily. As his hands instinctively went up to take the bedsheet off, you used the cable to tie his hands to his face, his wrists pressed up against his neck tightly as you quickly flew a little farther back to observe your work. It wouldn't be enough to stop him fully, but it was just enough for the Teen Team to set their punches and finish the guy off.

You smiled proudly as the villain fell to the floor, exhausted and too injured to continue fighting. But you didn't fly off. Instead, you sheepishly went to Robot's side. You didn't say anything... just handed him a sheet with your information.

It was supposed to be a mockery of a job application, it had your name, phone number, simple details and past experiences of saving people (aside from the criminal you took down last week and now, the only things listed were saving cats from trees and helping the elderly cross the street, just simple good deeds). You knew that you wouldn't be able to properly introduce yourself without being a stuttering mess and embarrassing yourself even further.

Robot took the sheet of paper, skimming through it briefly. But you had already fled the moment the piece of paper was out of your hold, nowhere to be seen.

"... You've got to be shitting me." Rex groaned, grabbing the paper as he skimmed through it as well, laughing at what was supposed to be a job application. "This is golden!"

"Well... they did show that they can be useful." Robot hummed, causing the rest to look at them in shock.

"Robot, you can't be serious!" Kate protested, her protests being backed up by Eve with cheering agreements. "They're a child!"

"Pre-teen." Robot corrected, not making the situation anybetter.

"Still! They don't know the horrors of this job, of being a hero." Eve sighed, looking towards the direction they saw the child fly off.

They were all left in silence after that, pondering on the animosity of the new hero in the city and the mysterious 'job application' now in their possession. Robot couldn't help but wonder what would happen in he dialed the number on the page...

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You were doing your homework in your room, slumped over the table with a grumble as you lazily wrote the answers in your notebook.

A week, a full week has passed since you handed that stupid job application and you couldn't help but grow more and more worried. As you had expected, your guardian was pissed about the ruined bedsheets, even more so when they noticed the growing bruise on your back from being thrown into a building. You were grounded for the time being, not being able to go out and be a hero like you wanted until you were fully healed, until you collected enough money to buy new bedsheets and until your guardian was sure enough you could go back out. It was stupid, really stupid.

Your train of thoughts was cut off as your phone began to ring, looking up from the page you were working on to stare in confusion as an unknown caller showed on your screen. Being a weary teen, you hesitantly denied the call, sighing as you turned back to your homework.

The phone rang again, causing you to grumble in annoyance as you grabbed it and stared at the screen for a little while longer, debating whether or not you should answer. That curiosity hit in again and, with a deep inhale, you answered the phone.

"Hello?" Your voice was hesitant, setting the call on speaker as you intently stared at the number.

"You want to be a hero, right?" The voice called out, causing you to furrow your brows. A sliver of hope entered your mind as you remembered the job application, still not getting your hopes up too high in case it was a prank call from one of your classmates or friends,

"Who are you?" You questioned, excitement coursing through your veins as you heard what you were desperately hoping you'd hear for the past week.

"I am Robot, here to take you up on that little job application you had given me."

[aventurineswife]

Mini troublemakers!

Summary: When each Stellaron Hunter encounters a robot reader with the unique ability to create adorable, miniature replicas of themselves, their reactions reveal hidden facets of their personalities.

Tags: Kafka x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Blade x Reader, Robot!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Mini Robots, Friendship, Slice of Life, Fluff and Light Humor, Bittersweet Moments.

A/N: 🥺💖THIS IS SO CUTE!!

Tag (as I can't answer your request so I have to resort on tagging you instead): @lavenderlovekakavasha

Kafka

Kafka observed with an intrigued smile as you, the robot, tinkered with a miniature version of yourself. A tiny, whirring replica with shiny eyes turned and beamed up at her. "A little army of yourself, hmm?" she mused, her smooth voice drifting in a teasing tone.

She leaned closer, letting her wine-colored hair spill over one shoulder as she observed the smaller bot. “Adorable. A bit of charm and smarts combined, just like the real thing.” She tapped the mini bot’s head lightly, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "It suits you, actually. I might have to commission a tiny assistant from you myself. Maybe with one of my coats.”

The little bot chirped in response, and Kafka’s laughter was low and warm. "Let’s see what you can do with it,” she said, her gaze focused, “and if you’re up for a little fun.”

Firefly

Firefly watched with quiet admiration as your small robot creation moved around. She crouched down, reaching out a cautious hand to the curious, cute little bot, which hummed softly as it approached her. “These… you created them yourself?” she asked, her tone holding a mix of wonder and reserve.

When you confirmed, she gave a small, almost hidden smile. “They’re… fragile, but strong. Like something meant to last in its own way.” The bot blinked at her, and Firefly’s eyes softened. “Reminds me of the Iron Cavalries back in Glamoth. Only… friendlier.” she added, stroking one of the bot’s tiny antennae.

She looked up at you thoughtfully. “Do they ever get scared?” she asked, a hint of something deeper in her tone. “Out there on their own?”

You reassured her, showing how they could always find their way back to you with a signal, and Firefly’s smile grew just a little. “Then they’re lucky.”

Silver Wolf

"Okay, this is genius!" Silver Wolf leaned in, peering closely at your little bot. It made a light, buzzing sound, like a computer processing, and Silver Wolf’s eyes lit up with excitement. “So, they can copy themselves, hack simple systems, and even do cute dances. You realize how much we could exploit this?”

She nudged the bot playfully, letting out a snicker as it wobbled and then righted itself. “With a few tweaks, I bet I could turn these guys into the ultimate diversion—just imagine the look on Screwllum’s face when these little cuties start hacking his defenses.”

The little bot tried imitating her gesture, lifting a stubby little arm in a “cheer” motion, and she laughed. “Yup, they’re my kind of bots! We could be an unstoppable team. You up for a little programming jam session?”

Blade

Blade stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the small robot rolling around in front of him. You watched as he knelt down, expression unreadable, while the little bot wheeled over and stopped at his foot. It beeped softly, looking up at him with a wide, innocent lens.

He seemed almost hesitant, looking from the small bot to you. “It’s… small,” he finally said, as though the idea itself was strange. The bot moved closer, and Blade didn’t flinch, even as it nuzzled against his hand like a pet.

“Strange to see something so… unburdened by fate,” he muttered under his breath. There was an intensity in his eyes as he reached out to gently touch the bot’s head. “If only everything could be so simple.”

The little bot let out a chirp, and you told him it was their way of saying they liked him. He let out a rare, low chuckle. “Then I suppose it’s good it doesn’t know who I am. Still, I… appreciate it.”

He glanced up at you, something softer in his gaze. “Keep them close. They’re safer that way.”

This is very lazily written, sorry y'all. I'm not feeling well today.

[midnightshindig]

What about Ruby and Amanda with a kid super reader

Of course being platonic, the reader is only comfortable being around them since they don't know that they're basically adults trapped in a kids body

Which leads to maybe them helping the reader get out of their shell more with the rest of the guardians, and they help mentor them and such, tho they do still have fun with their brutally honest antics

Just thought this would be adorable in a way

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

euhghghfsgarweip this is SUCH a cute idea omg

side note but it is SO funny to me that Amanda's va was so clearly told to do a childlike voice (within reason) and Rudy's va is just. Some dude. Also. Fascinated by the implication that despite having Rex's vocal cords, even grown up Rudy sounds like Robot and NOT Rex. At all. It's wild I love it

hcs under the cut!!

Rudy is AWFUL with children

I'd say you're around Oliver's age, maybe a smidge older

Definitely no older than 12

And Rudy just can't get a fucking grip

He has a hard time speaking in terms REX would understand, let alone you

But to be fair you're a good deal smarter than Rex, you actually received an education.

Amanda, on the other hand, is pretty good with kids

she seems like the type of person who is a nonchalant aunt

Probably doesn't see her nieces/nephews anymore due to her....condition(?)

So she's super child about things when you start clinging to her during GotG meetings

She's pretty used to handling Rudy's social incompetence, err, more accurately his anxieties and rough-around-the-edge nature

You yourself are a pretty anxious child

Socially, that is

It's a little funny?

Kicking MAJOR ass on the battlefield, but Bulletproof asks what you think about mushrooms on the pizza he's ordering for dinner and you're like "hhhhhhhidunnomushroomssoundfine"

and you're allergic to mushrooms but wtv

Amanda and Rudy are such a unit by the time you join the GotG (around the end of s2, i'd say) that Amanda taking you under her wing means spending ample time with Rudy as well

As hard as it is for him to interact with you on your level, he finds your quietness and curiosity about the world endearing

Amanda will leave to use the restroom and come back to find you staring at Rudy while he does some weird engineering shit, just absolutely awestruck

After long enough you begin to ask question

"Uhm- Rudy..? Why are you connecting those wires like that? I've never seen you do it that way."

"Oh. This method is more efficient for...." blah blah blah blah blah

and you're paying CLOSE attention

The three of you form a tight little unit

lowkey Amanda's having just a great time fucking braiding your hair and talking to Rudy like you're their kid

not like you're THEIR KID but like

They have a responsibility to look out for you

and that's a comfortable kind of weight to carry when you care about someone

and she loves you

isn't that just the best?

Once you've found a home base in Rudy and Amanda, it becomes easier for you to interact with the other guardians

it's slow work, Rex joining you for movies here and there, occasionally Rae will ask you a question about your day or your thoughts on something and you'll choke out a real response

You finally tell everyone you're allergic to mushroom so please can we get just normal pepperoni please

and they do

I hc Amanda is the kind of person to find harmless pranks HILARIOUS

Like she will whoopie cushion your ass and crack up while Rudy explains he tried to stop her

It makes you kinda raw when they go on dates and you're not invited

but surprisingly, it's less scary with them gone than it used to be

you'll be playing video games or crocheting or working out or something and Black Samson will just.... come hang out with you?

Just to have some company

Or Shapesmith will ask you questions about what human childhood is like

which is difficult to answer because you've never experienced NOT being a child

but it's a valuable experience either way

"So.... do you really lose teeth?"

"mhm!! Here look-" You opened your mouth and prodded at an empty space in your teeth with your tongue "This one finally came out after that fight on Monday, it's gonna take a few weeks for the adult one to grow in"

"Thats..... upsetting."

You grinned an awkward smile, full display of your weirdly small teeth

It made Shapesmith grateful he never experienced baby teeth

After becoming closer with you, it starts stressing Rudy out during fights

He KNOWS logically you're capable

but Amanda is right, he's responsible for you by virtue of being "the adult" and more importantly, being your adult

He starts pulling double duty to make protective wear for you

this man over her like "The padding in your knees, elbows, and skull all need to be reinforced, you could sprain your wrist, Y/n!"

"....Rudy I've had my femur snapped in half before...."

Don't remind him

He cried about it, it was so distressing to have to send an empty robot suit to fly you to the GDA hospital

Rudy never cries

but also he's a little proud you remembered what a femur was

Amanda calls you "Kiddo" but for humorous effect, its hilarious coming from her Loud House ass voice

Rudy calls your by your name, but refers to you as "the child" when talking to other people, or even a "young Y/n"

he just talks weird it isn't his fault!!

Amanda won't throw birthday parties for herself

she has a problem letting her life go well

BUT, she thinks they're important for a kid to experience

your first birthday at a Guardian is incredible

the entire HQ is DECKED in decorations

Rae and Rex team up to try and make your favorite food plus a cake

Black Samson is trying to figure out how to hook his Spotify up to the speakers

Zandale is somewhere explaining birthday parties to Shapesmith

Rudy is using empty robots to continue hanging party streamers in the rafters

and Amanda is holding a big box with your gift in it, beaming with pride as she-- solely-- yells

"Surprise!!! Open your gift!!"

She pushes it into your arms as you stumble under the weight of it

Obviously you rip into it, pulling out some vague but emotionally impactful gift

Probably some childish shit like an easy bake oven (but one Rudy tricked out) or a board game you loved or something

Padding the bottom are miscellaneous articles of clothing

You pull them out and marvel at them, but...

"Amanda these are way too big, these are like.... clothes for a teenager or an adult."

Amanda just shrugs casually "yeah, they were mine but... yknow, not like I'm gonna need them anytime soon."

There's a heaviness in the air before Black Samson yells out

"I GOT IT!!"

and music floods the HQ

A few hours later, all birthday rituals were successfully fulfilled

Most of the Guardians have trickled off back to their own lives, leaving you, Rudy, and Amanda on the couch, watching one of your favorite movies

It doesn't matter though, you're passed out curled up against the arm of the couch

Amanda sits next to you, her head leaning onto Rudy on her other side, himself leaning into her as a counterweight

it's an idyllic scene to be certain

what a great birthday ^^

[cluelessdelta]

decided to post this

[puppyaulait]

I just realized I haven’t post my Kazubo comic I made a few years ago. You need to understand how much they mean to me.