#then railgun is the way to go

[greenteaandtattoos]

orrin getting to gush about one of their favorite series and characters in existence mikoto misaka from a certain magical index/a certain scientific railgun in the year 2024?? it's more likely than you'd think.

[atsuchiii]

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT ONE OF MY FAV MIKOMISA FANFIC JUST UPDATED

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I Do It For You

Pairing: Yandere Stanley Snyder x GNReader

Request: Stanley with a darling who only feels safe around him and will basically cling to him + Stanley's reaction to his darling getting flirted by someone else.

A/n: This is my first time writing for Stanley! Also my first time writing Yandere content! Hopefully, this lives up to expectations! I also made an effort to make this gender neutral! If I slipped somewhere, please let me know so I can fix it! I also don't know much about Xeno and Stanley besides what is shown in the anime and spoilers that I read. So, let's just pretend that Xeno and Stanley met sometime around high school. You're also Xeno's sibling in here!

SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG! 😭@crescentmoonfallen

Warning: Yandere content! Use of smoke! Cigarette Play? (Sort of) Obsessive thoughts!Implications of harm and murder!Mentions of Blood!

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Stanley wouldn’t say that he obsessed with you. If he were to describe it, he’d say he was intrigued by you and your brother. Mainly by you.  

Classes had just ended, and Stanley was walking his usual route home. Coincidentally, you and Xeno were just up ahead in his path, experimenting at the bottom of a hill that he was approaching. Then he heard it. A faint voice- your voice. Had there been a wind that day, he would’ve missed your quiet shouts of, “Stop!”

Hearing your pleas, he pauses in his path and glances over his shoulder and watches the scene in front of him. You stood shivering in front of a boy with grey hair who was hunched over, and your arms stretched out to protect him. You were glaring at a group of boys in front of you and shouting, “Leave us alone!”

You reminded him of a Chihuahua. Small, shivering, and all bark.

Something compelled him that day to protect you both. He made his way to the bottom of the hill, approaching from behind you stealthily. He had not made any noise, only staring down at the boys in front of him as he approaches closer. You were unaware of Stanley approaching from behind, your concentration to those in front of you. Xeno, however, noticed Stanley’s presence. He pushes the rail gun that he was going to test fire with you over to Stanley’s feet.

Stanley places his hand on your shoulder, lightly tugging you behind him as he aims the rail gun in front of him. A light gasp escapes from you, eliciting a smirk on his face. “Are we going to have a problem?” he asks, taking one step forward, his finger playing with the trigger.

One of the boys in front laughs nervously, puffing his chest as he challenges Stanley. “That’s not even a real gun, can’t shoot shit!” Stanley turns back to look at you and Xeno with an eyebrow raised. Xeno was nodding his head, and you were looking up at him with stars in your eyes, fueling his fascination with you. Was that all it takes? Just needed someone to protect you…

“These losers say it can shoot.” Stanley sneers, taking yet another step closer and placing the barrel of the gun under the leader’s chin. “But hey-we can put it to the test.”

The bully didn’t want to take any chances, especially if the railgun was created by you and Xeno, the nerdy siblings. There was a chance that you two finally figured out how to get it to shoot. The leader huffs, shoving the gun away from himself. Stanley is quick to grip his hair, pulling from the scalp, bringing the leader to his knees. Stanley squats down and spits on his face and snarls to him, “Touch them, and I will kill you.”

Stanley releases his hold and watches as the group of bullies scramble away. He turns around and is caught off guard by you. Surprised by your embrace.

“Thank you,” you mumble to him.

He was intrigued by you. Intrigued how someone can be so small. How can someone lack strength? Intrigued by your need to be protected.

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Eventually, the feeling of being intrigued flowered into something else. Amusement. He was simply amused by your being. From the day he met you and your brother, you allowed him into your inner circle. From then on, he was able to watch you.

While you and Xeno blabbered on about calculations being off, he kept his eye on you. Using this valuable time to know more about you. The tiny quirks that you have. Like the way that you bite your lower lip whenever you push at the buttons on your calculator, deep in concentration to avoid hitting the wrong key. Or how you bite the tip of your pencil whenever you’re in deep concentration in a problem, laughing at you whenever you bite too hard and get lead in your mouth.

Or how your eyes naturally gravitate to him whenever you grow bored of Xeno’s lectures. You would roll your eyes dramatically at Stanley, nodding your head in Xeno’s direction. Stanley would respond with a dramatic yawn, indulging at the sound of your laughter.

But what amused him the most was how you naturally latched onto him since that day. He didn’t have to do any work to figure out where you were or what you were doing since you always had a hold on him. He relished the fact that you needed him. You always followed him with your fingers, gripping the edge of his leather jacket.  

“I feel safe with you.” You confess to him, your fingers gripping onto his jacket. He unlatches your hold, and his fingers interwind with yours.

He hopes you don’t question the dried blood on his knuckles.

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It was his fault. He got too comfortable. You were too innocent…too trusting. That’s why you needed him. He was no longer amused- he was protective. He was supposed to protect you.

“It’s just a cigarette…” you whimper, cowering under his stare. You can see him breathing heavily as he crushes the cigarette pack in his hand. You’ve never seen him like this. Was he disappointed? Angered? “Like the ones you smoke…”

He hated the fact that he couldn’t always be with you. Your classes aligned except for one period. Was that all it took for you to fall into someone’s trap?

You cry when he hurls the crushed box beside you. He snatches the lit cigarette from your fingers, and he grips your chin roughly, forcing you to stare at him.

“Just a cigarette?” he mocks you. “Darling, don’t you know these can kill you?” You nod your head; a quiet yes leaves your lips. He brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a hit before blowing the smoke in your face. It hurts him to hear you cough in a fit, but he needs to teach you a lesson. He takes another drag and blows the smoke again in your face.

“Stan…” you cry. He takes another drag, pulling you closer, his finger tugging your lips apart, blowing the smoke into your mouth.

“Do you see how a cigarette can harm these pretty lungs?” he whispers darkly to you, his lips brushing against yours.

“…yes,” you reply. Just the brush of his lips against yours, and you were addicted to the feeling of it. You whine, trying to lean towards his lips for a kiss, and he pushes you back. Tilting you so that your neck was exposed to him.   

“I do this to show that I love you.” He whispers against your neck.

 “You love me?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes.” He presses a faint kiss, his fingers dig deep into your waist. He wants to leave his mark on you however he can. If he needs to bruise you, then so be it. If he needs to burn you, then he will.

He lifts the cigarette again, this time he doesn’t plan to take another drag, he plans to put it out. You clutch to Stanley; your nails dig into his forearm as he digs the cigarette into your skin. He needs everyone to know.

“You’re mine.”

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He was protective, not obsessed.

Protective…

He was only protecting what was his.

You’ve been good to him. You never leave his side, always holding onto him. And for the rare moments he can’t be with you, he’s drilled into your head you weren’t allowed to speak to anyone besides Xeno.

“You can’t trust anyone.”

“People use others for their selfish gain.”

“There's dangerous people that want to hurt that pretty brain of yours.”

He’s trained you well. You were obedient, so he knows it isn’t your fault. He didn’t think he had to worry about anyone else. He thought he made it clear that you were his, but there was always a dumbass that didn’t get the hint.

He was on his way to you, bolting from his seat as the bell rang. A class period without you was torture. He was rushing through the hall to get to you, and then he stopped dead in his tracks. You were being pushed up against a wall by another student, leaning close to your face. Your hands attempted to push him away as you called Stanley’s name.

It took everything inside of him not to kill the guy. He can see the fear in your eyes when you see him approaching. He grips the guy’s shoulder, pulling him back and connecting a hit against his face, blood splattering against Stanley’s fist. He was going to kill him, he just had to wait until there weren’t any witnesses around.

He ignores your cries as he intertwines his fingers with yours, and he pulls you through the hallways.

A sick part of him liked tainting your hand with blood.

To remind you that he does this for you.  

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P.S. I lied! I'm sorry I didn't add smut! 😭 I have an idea for a part two if you still want to see smut!

[technoarcanist]

WAR NEVER CHANGES. BUT,

WARFARE NEVER STOPS CHANGING

"I've seen countless reasons why most mech pilots don't make the cut, but one of the largest hurdles are the physical alterations. The implants and modifications done to the fleshware is so extreme that it's enough to push most would-be pilots away from day 1.

Back in the day, when mech tech was still in its wild west years, when the technology was still in its infancy, things were different. Levers, joysticks, switches, a chair, most of the first models were something between the cockpit of a construction vehicle and a fighter ship.

Pilots in those days still consisted largely of the usual suspects. Test pilots, army jocks, space force veterans looking for something new, the occasional crazy who lucked their way up the ranks. All you needed back then was to be fit enough to work complex machinery. 'Handler's wouldn't be a coined phrase for nearly a decade. I still remember being a kid and seeing repurposed older models in the mech fighting streams.

Everything changed with the Bidirectional Cerebellum Computer Interface. To say nothing of how it changed civilian life, it was a military marvel. The BiCCI saw the creation of Mechs as we understand them today. The first generation were just retrofits, older models with a pilot's chair, and even manual controls to use in an emergency, but even then we knew that was only temporary. Before long, sleek frames of sharp angles, railguns and plasma cannons were rolling off the factory floor.

Like many things, it began small, optimising first for cockpit space by removing the manual controls. Before long, my then-supervisors thought, "Why have this glass? Why not hook the pilot's eyesight right into the advanced multi-spectral camera system? Before long, cockpits were but soft harnesses made to house a living body, their very soul wired into the machinery. Obviously, for security reasons, I cannot tell you everything about how our latest cockpits work, but suffice to say we've been further blurring the line between pilot and frame ever since.

This drew a very different crowd. Out were the army jocks and powerlifters. The only ones who even dared to have the interface hardware installed into their brainstem and spinal cord were the dispossessed, the misanthropes, those who sought not to control their new body, but to be controlled by it. No AI can work a mech properly on its own, but our pilots are never really in full control either anymore. Those who do try to go against the symbiosis get a nosebleed at best, and vegetative seizures at worst.

And that was that. The only people left who pilots these things are those who had already been broken, those who sougt a permenant reprive from being anything resembling human. A lot of my department quit around this time. I've lost a few friends over it, I'm not shy to say. Did we knew we'd be bringing in the more vulnerable people? Of course we did. But, the wheels of progress must turn, as they say, and it wasn't like we were shy of volunteers.

In our latest models, we have refined an even more advanced frame. Again, security detail prevents me from divulging too much, but one breakthrough we've made is decreasing action latency by approximately 0.02s by amputating the limbs from our pilots and replacing them with neural interface pads.

Using the pads where the limbs once were, pilots are screwed directly into the cockpit, which itself can now be 30% smaller thanks to the saved space. And, of course, we provide basic humanoid cybernetics as part of their employment contract while they are with us. Not that most of them are ever voluntarily out of their cockpits long enough to make use of them. Even removing the tubes from their orifices for routine cleaning incurs a large level of resistence.

And, yes, some of them scream, some of them break, some become so catatonic that they might as well be a peripheral processor for their mech's AI. But not a single one, not even one pilot, in all the dolls i've ever trained, have ever accepted the holidays we offer, the retirement packages, the stipends.

As you say, there are those who like to call me a monster for my work. I can see why. After all, they don't see the way my pilots' crotches dribble when I tell them I'll be cutting away their limbs, or the little moans they try to hide when we first meet and I explain that they'd forever be on the same resource level as a machine hereafter.

Those who call me a monster don't realise that, even after going public with how we operate our pilots, even after ramping up mech frame production, we still have more than twice as many volunteers as frames.

Those who call me a monster cannot accept that my pilots are far happier as a piece of meat in a machine of death than as the shell of a human they once were.

Those who call me a monster never consider the world my pilots grew up in to make them suitable candidates in the first place."

-Dr Francine Heathwich EngD

Dept. Cybernetic Technologies @ Dynaframe Industries

[In response to human rights violations accusations levied by the Pilot Rehabilitation Foundation]

[murderdronesreimagined]

"DATA LOG X1: Malfunctions"

Haii Creator here, just dipping in with a fun little lore bit to share for the AU! Since I'm going in a bit of a different direction with N's character I decided to kind of go into a bit of detail about his uh... "problems" to say the least in the form of a lil data log with some neat art to compliment it! These may become a more relevant thing in the future so if you like it so far, feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments and some critiques you have, if any!

SO- Those who've watched Murder Drones know that in the pilot, Uzi and N's first meeting ended with Uzi blowing N's head off with her railgun, leading to N growing his head back and essentially loosing a few hours of his memory.

One particular thing that's touched upon but never used again is N's "eyes" on top of his head malfunctioning, leading to him mistaking Uzi for a disassembly drone. It seems that all of the eyes have the same function, which is a little over the top, so while prepping N's character I decided to actually to change it up for my story in case I decide to use it for anything!

This is a mini N! He's adorable, right? Notice the 5 yellow vials on his head? Those are no longer eyes, but instead they serve as a Disassembly Drone's 5 main senses! If one or all are damaged it can severely affect the performance of the drone in question. This is N's usual, or normal, state with all 5 senses present.

The vial on the far left on N's head is his SIGHT. If this vial is damaged in any way his (now regular) drone eyes will disappear, instead his entire visor will be covered in with a huge caution sign. Overall pretty self explanatory.

The vial second from the left is N's SOUND. Damage that and N becomes muted until repaired! No amount of screaming, yelling, or whispering is getting out of that mouth -w- Especially detrimental for the golden retriever boy who loves talking about dogs

The vial on the far right is N's TOUCH. His sensors, more specifically, will no longer be able to feel or really interact with anything around him without him feeling like he's touching air.

Why do I feel so sad just writing this part???

The vial second to the right is N's TASTE. Lose that and say goodbye to the warm sweet oil that keeps him alive! If his taste sensors are damaged his body won't be able to register any oil going through his body, rendering any consumption of oil before his repair utterly useless!

Finally, we move to the vial right above N's head! This sense in particular is one that I've named myself called CONTROL. What's so special about this particular vial is that if damaged, an unknown system known as [NULL] will activate in N's programming, making him act against his wishes and only according to the programming!

A clear example of this is in my latest fake screenshot! Looking at the vial in the middle it may seem like a coloring mistake, but it's actually a bright red, just mellowed down by the blizzard and snow effects! While this is damaged N's original personality is completely overrides and replaced with what the program inside him actually WANTS him to be: Deranged, Psychotic, & Utterly Sadistic with his kills.

You come to find out that this one vial in particular is one N struggles with a lot in the story!

On the very very rare occasion that all 5 senses or damaged or multiple crucial ones for basic functioning the disassembly drone will be placed in a comatose state until they're either fully repaired or, depending on where they fall, buried by the blizzard just like the bodies of the worker drones they killed!

An example is this one ask response I did when just starting out! All 5 vials are a bright red and a fatal error screen covers N's visor! You all may have thought this was just some edgy art, but little did you know it'd come back and even become relevant to the story itself! Hell, even I didn't know I'd come to need it one day!

I'm so good >:333

Before I completely end it off, I decided to give you all a lil sneak peak into the future of the story! I won't say what episode this fake screenshot is based off of, but I really liked the idea of Uzi finding out about N's senses by tapping into his CPU (with his consent) to dig up some files relating to the story, all while giggling at how weird he looks without hair, like she herself isn't wearing a wig -w-

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AAAAAaaand that's all for this Data Log! I hope you all enjoyed this fun little lore bit and a lil peak into the future of where the story may go! ^^ This picture above will be reposted later tomorrow as well as the speedpaint! For now though, Imma dip and head to bed because I am TIRED XD

Have a good night everyone, Peace out! ^^

[star-dust-no-name]

Hanging Out With The Drones

☆Main Series Masterlist☆

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Sypnosis: After landing in Copper-9 with N V and J they each have a schedule on who watches over you, so how do does days go with each one of them? +Bonuses at the end

Murder drones x child reader (platonic)

Gender neutral reader

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N

• Mostly spending the time coloring and showing each other drawings that you made

• He gives you piggyback rides when you want to

• N 100% gives you his hat just for fun (or if you want it)

• Whenever you're hungry, he literally searches his whole data just to be able to find some sort of recipe you'll like

• He teaches you about all kinds of dogs and how they behave with their owners

• Hide and seek every time

• If anyone tries to hurt you or threaten you it’s the only time where he’s fine with taking his time in killing a worker drone

• Of course he’ll never kill in front of you (no need to see that side of him after all)

• He’s the type of person to play peek a boo with you (but let’s face it you aren’t really into that but you just pretend you do)

• He’s happy that he can finally make someone laugh and smile

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V

▪︎ V is confused after all she has no clue on what to do

▪︎ Staring contests almost all the time

▪︎ After being bored she randomly decides to teach you self defense

▪︎ She’s just bored after all (definitely not getting attached to you and wants to make sure you can defend yourself if anything happens)

▪︎ You hungry? 100% tried to kill a worker drone for you but then remembered you’re a human

▪︎ Rapidly sent a message to N about what you like to eat because she just realized she has no clue on what to feed you

▪︎ Don’t worry though after all with Tessa she got a lot of practice with making human food (She’s basically your personal chef)

▪︎ The drone to teach you all the ways to destroy a worker drone

“So then you see this button right here yeah that’s the inner core go for that piece and they’re dead right away” “PLEASE LET ME GO I HAVE A FAMILY TO FEED”

▪︎ Yeah she taught you with a real worker drone she randomly stumbled upon

▪︎ And she would do it again to make you laugh

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J

° She’s willing to take care of you

° Only because of the company orders but later she found out she actually liked taking care of you

° You remind her so much of her

° She often makes you clothes from cloth and other materials that she found

° Any designs you make on paper she makes it into reality (like clothes and plushies)

° After all it’s in her mission to take care of you and make you happy

(And perhaps she can have some fun while at it)

° She often teaches you about drones and her wonderful company JCJenson

° Funnily enough you were happy about the company because they created J, V and N and also because you never saw J so happy apart from talking about JCJenson

° Out of all the drones she’s the most responsible when taking care of you and always making sure you have all your needs met

° It’s what the company wants after all!

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+BONUS (Just for fun:P)

Uzi

¤ “What the…”

¤ Somehow she stops herself from swearing cause you are literally a child

¤ She has no clue why she’s suddenly being nice to you especially since you are a human

¤ She lets you play with her railgun and funnily enough she finally feels as if she has a friend

¤ Especially weird cause like about her whole killing all humans thing

¤ She’ll make an exception just this once for you though

¤ She has no clue what to do with you after you get bored of her railgun

¤ So she might’ve taught you how to play video games

¤ And she might’ve taught you on how to absolutely beat the sh-t out of online gamers

¤ Just some fun silly times

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Doll

¤ …

¤ Doll is certainly surprised

¤ After all a human in Copper 9?

¤ How the hell are you even alive?

¤ Well it doesn’t matter as the first thing she does is try to gain information

¤ Therefore she finds out who your parents are

¤ Even though she does indeed hates your parents for killing her parents she not about to kill you out of spite

¤ No…after all she might need you later on

¤ So she made sure that you were all warm and cozy before she dumped you outside in the snow and giving you a very hot and sweet drink called Sbiten (No alcohol added of course)

¤ Pleased to say you were so happy about meeting another drone explaining it all to N while V and J gave each other a look

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Tessa

× R

× E

× D

× A

× C

× T

× E

× D

× …

× Sister…?

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Cyn

¤ You

¤ Will

¤ Help

¤ Me

¤ Human

¤ *giggles

¤ maniacally*

¤ I

¤ Have

¤ Plans

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Authors Note: So like this will be like one shots but still like apart of the story basically like filler so you guys have some entertainment and also like world building where I can go in further detail, if you want you can also like ask for some scenarios

-Stardust

[featherwingbrushes]

Cynanigans

Puns bc why not

So this is a lil drabble based off the prompt of Cyn discovering Uzi is ticklish and being the little tail pest she is, decides to annoy the shit out of Uzi bc she’s bored. Someone pls tell me who drew art for it bc I know it exists (I want to give them credits), I just don’t remember who the creator is

EDIT: The amazing artist who drew the art this is based off of is @ihonestlydontknowstudios

Anyway, tickle fic, don’t read if you don’t like! :D

Lee!Uzi & Ler!Cyn

“Cyn. I swear to robo-jesus, I’m going to have you surgically removed.”

“You would— have already done that if you— could. Giggle.”

Uzi heaved a frustrated sigh, restraining the urge to strangle the annoying pest of a tail critter head as she sat at her workstation, leaning against the desk in front of her. Cyn was right after all, it’s not like this parasite could be removed as easy as a leech. Still figuring out a fix. And if she strangled Cyn now, it would only hurt the both of them anyway. Not worth it… yet.

The purple-haired drone kept herself focused on the disassembled railgun in front of her, currently re-wiring some of the internal mechanisms as something to keep her occupied for now while N and V were out on patrol around the Colony for J sightings. Cyn, of course, decided this was the perfect time to make an appearance, inhabiting the little critter head of her tail just to lovingly pester her host as much as possible.

“Any— way. I want food. Go con— consume food. Your friend Thad, maybe? Next— door.”

“What? I’m not going to eat Thad, and we’re not even that hungry. You just want an excuse to bother me. You get no oil.” Uzi hissed, rolling her digital eyes as she ignored the sight of the pouting tail raised beside her.

“But I— But I want oil. Uzi. I want oil.” Cyn huffed insistently, drooping a little as she observed her host with her numerous pupil-less yellow eyes. “Uzi. Oil.”

“BITE ME.”

Cyn paused for a moment, taking in Uzi’s classic angsty retort. She always thought it was rather redundant. But she decided to take it literally this time, practically giving a mental shrug before dipping forward. “If you insist.” And without giving Uzi time to process beyond a confused look, she opened her mouth and latched onto the drone’s nearest side.

“Hey, wha—AHAIT!” Uzi yelped, completely startled out of her thin focus, jerking away from the sensation and dropping her pliers. It felt incredibly odd, with Cyn not fully sinking her fangs in a harsh bite, but rather a gentle little nom that made her want to wriggle out of her metallic skin.

The both of them froze after that, with the parasitic tail unlatching from Uzi’s side for the moment, the both of them processing that joint sensation. While Uzi could experience more of what Cyn felt, Cyn only experienced glimmers of what Uzi physically felt, so this caught her off guard. Uzi glanced down to see the critter with a seemingly puzzled expression, meanwhile her own was that of annoyance and dread as she realized what this would lead to.

Cyn reached the conclusion herself a delayed minute later, an almost wolfish grin overtaking the rather expressionless tail head.

Uzi just shrunk away as best as she could in her chair, steeling her expression to glare daggers at the now mischievous-looking parasite, trying to dissuade any ideas she now had.

“No… Don’t you fucking dare.”

“…Mischievous. Smile.”

But there wasn’t much escape from her own tail, and Cyn immediately dove forward to take advantage of this weakness. She latched onto Uzi’s side again, sharp fangs just gently nibbling through the dark fabric of the hoodie. This instantly provoked a reaction, with Uzi dissolving into giggles against her will from the incessant nibbles.

“Cyn— CYN NOHOHOHO!” She hissed through the laughter bubbling up, much more childish than she would’ve liked to admit, not her usual crazily mad-raving giggles.

Cyn, meanwhile, was thoroughly entertained now, no longer craving oil and instead purely wanting to torment her host. The tingly feelings weren’t so bad to her anyway, unlike the way Uzi was suffering.

“What’s— wrong, Uzi? You seem to be in a, much— better mood now. Nom.”

“Thahat’s NOHOHOT whahat’s hahahappenihihing here!” Uzi snapped back, failing to glare as harshly as she usually would, expression forced into a wide grin as more cackles messily spilled out.

Cyn continued her rapidly soft nibbles all along the side, occasionally darting over to lightly nip at her purple host’s stomach to worsen the sensations. Uzi’s usual defenses were crumbling, much to her annoyance and embarrassment. She was damn close to toppling off her desk chair at this point, just trying to swat away the mischievous critter head and clamp her arms to her sides. How could she lose to her own tail?? This was mortifying. A few squeaks slipped in here and there, furthering her shame.

Uzi had to get her to stop. She couldn’t go on like this, and she certainly didn’t want N and V arriving to find her on the floor as a mess of giggles, with the latter catlike drone would no doubt relentless tease her about.

So after another fruitless minute of attempting to smack away the tail, Uzi finally huffed out an offer, anything to get Cyn to stop the devastating ticklish nibbles. “OHOHOKAHAY STAHAHAP!! IHIHI’LL— I’ll gehehet yohohou ohohoil!!”

Cyn pretended to contemplate it for a moment, pausing to give Uzi a second’s reprieve, before immediately replying and darting back to nom on her other side. “Mm— no. Only this. Smirk. Nom nom nom.”

Uzi erupted into snickers again, shrinking away from the little critter as she tried to stay on her chair. She desperately tried to think up anything to get Cyn to stop, if only so she wouldn’t be this disheveled when N and V came back. And she needed to buy the yellow-eyed parasite’s silence as well.

And so Uzi finally blurted out a second offer, which she knew she would regret but would follow through anyway.

“I’LL WEHEHEAR A BOHOHOW FOHOR AN HOHOUR TOO IF YOHOHOU STAHAP AND DOHON’T SAHAY A WOHOHORD!”

Cyn fully stopped at that, the magic word being spoken. Bows. She could get Uzi to wear a bow. Yippie!! Ticklish torment could be doled out on her host later. This offer was precious.

She pulled back and glanced up with her pupil-less eyes to the angsty drone wearing that forced smile, a satisfied grin still on that critter head. “Head tilt. Okie. Terms ac— accepted.”

Uzi collapsed back in her chair to catch her artificial breath, trying to force away the lingering phantom tingles and fix her frown, giving Cyn one last annoyed swat. She looked over to see the critter now expectantly holding a huge black bow in her mouth and staring up at the drone, like she had been prepared for this moment.

The Worker sighed and begrudgingly gestured for Cyn to fix the accessory atop her head over her beanie, which the Solver parasite gladly did a split second after.

Not even half an hour later did N and V arrive back in Uzi’s place, greeted by the sight of the grumpy angst-filled drone working away at her desk, wearing a that black bow with Cyn complacently sipping on a “juice box” of oil beside her.

N barely resisted the urge to coo “Awwww” and smile, just keeping a hand over his mouth. V raised a digital brow, glancing between Uzi and the happy tail with an amused smirk. “Should I even ask?”

Uzi looked over to the Disassembly Drones, narrowing her deep violet eyes at V.

“…No.”

———

Did we like?? Let me know if u wanna :3

I tried my best and it’s certainly been a while since I wrote much lol

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 422 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

tagline 差しのべた手で送り出してーー さしのべたてでおくりだしてーー sashinobeta te de okuri dashite-- Sent off by the hand that reached out to him--

1 青山くん！ あおやまくん！ Aoyama-kun! "Aoyama-kun!"

2 走れ☆‼︎緑谷くん はしれ☆‼︎みどりやくん hashire☆!! Midoriya-kun "Run☆!! Midoriya-kun."

3 白く… しらく… Shiraku... "Shiraku-..."

1 攻撃が通じない‼︎固すぎる‼︎ こうげきがつうじない‼︎かたすぎる‼︎ kougeki ga tsuujinai!! kata sugiru!! "Our attacks don't go through!! He's too hard!!"

2 AFOと違ってマボロシにマジレスしてくンだけど！ オール・フォー・ワンとちがってマボロシにマジレスしてくンだけど！ OORU FOO WAN to chigatte MABOROSHI ni MAJIRESU shitekuN dake do! "Unlike All For One, this guy is mad-seriously responding to my illusions!" (Note: The slang Camie uses here, MAJIRESU, means "a serious reply on a message board such as 2ch.")

3 "道"をつくるんだ‼︎ "みち"をつくるんだ‼︎ "michi" wo tsukurunda!! "Make a path!!"

4 死柄木に至る道を‼︎ しがらきにいたるみちを‼︎ Shigaraki ni itaru michi wo!! "A path that leads to Shigaraki!!"

1 「全因解放」 「ぜんいんかいほう」 「zen'in kaihou」 "All Factors Unleash,"

2 その本質は"感情任せ"に膨れ上がることではない そのほんしつは"かんじょうまかせ"にふくれあがることではない sono honshitsu wa "kanjou makase" ni fukure agaru koto de wa nai "the essence of which is not to leave all to my emotions and swell up."

3 数多の力を"抑し" あまたのちからを"よくし" amata no chikara wo "yokushi" "It's to suppress numerous powers"

4 "支配"してこその故 "しはい"してこそのゆえ "shihai" shite koso no yue "and control them."

5 数で勝ると思うなよ かずでまさるとおもうなよ kazu de masaru to omouna yo "Don't think you've outnumbered me!"

1 葉隠X はがくれX Hagakure X "Hagakure! [line cut off]" (Note: This text line is cut off. I assume the full text is "Hagakure-san!!" which wouldn't change the meaning here.)

2 光線の類Xわたし こうせんのたぐいXわたし kousen no tagui X watashi "The type of light rays X me." (Note: This text line is cut off. Based on the context, I can only guess she's saying something to the effect of "No matter the type of light rays, I can refract them!")

3 電磁投射砲！ でんじとうしゃほう！ denji toushahou! A railgun!

4 用意 ようい youi "Ready."

5 ウェイ UEI "Oui!"

1 小賢しい こざかしい kozakashii "Clever."

2 これ以上皆をーー これいじょうみんなをーー kore ijou minna wo-- "[You won't hurt] everyone any more than this--!"

3 全身ズタボロだろ！温存しろ！ 全身ズタボロだろ！温存しろ！ ぜんしんズタボロだろ！おんぞんしろ！ zenshin ZUTABORO daro! onzon shiro! "Your whole body is in tatters! Preserve [your strength]!"

4 あいつに届く力はおまえだけだ‼︎ あいつにとどくちからはおまえだけだ‼︎ aitsu ni todoku chikara wa omae dake da!! "Only you have the power to reach that guy!!"

5 俺たちが禦ぐ‼︎ おれたちがふせぐ‼︎ ore-tachi ga fusegu!! "We will defend!!" (Note: This word for "defend" is the same All For One used in chapter 363 when he said that heroes are the ones who "defend/protect.")

6 行け‼︎ いけ‼︎ ike!! "Go!!"

1 ママ！お姉ちゃん‼︎ ママ！おねえちゃん‼︎ MAMA! oneechan!! "Mama! Big Sis!!"

2 パパお姉ちゃ‼︎ パパおねえちゃ‼︎ PAPA oneecha!! "Papa, [it's] Big Sis!!"

3 梅雨っ つゆっ Tsuyu "Tsuyu-!"

4 ガンバレお姉ちゃあん ガンバレおねえちゃあん GANBARE oneechaan "Do your best, Big Sis!" (Note: From this point on, understand that I am using "Do your best" as this chapter's translation of ganbare. This word is something shouted when cheering someone on, such as at a sporting event. It could be translated in many ways into English, including "Do your best!" "You can do it!" "Go for it!" "Hang in there!" "Keep at it!" "Good luck!" "Give it your best!" etc. etc.)

5 障子くん… しょうじくん… Shouji-kun... "Shouji-kun..."

6 がんばれ障子くん…！ がんばれしょうじくん…！ ganbare Shouji-kun...! "Do your best, Shouji-kun...!"

7 俺たちの機動力じゃこの猛攻���かいくぐるのは難しいが おれたちのきどうりょくじゃこのもうこうをかいくぐるのはむずかしいが ore-tachi no kidouryoku ja kono moukou wo kaikuguru no wa muzukashii ga "With our mobility, it will be difficult to evade this onslaught, but"

8 少しだけあなたを運ぶことぐらいなら すこしだけあなたをはこぶことぐらいなら sukoshi dake anata wo hakobu koto gurai nara "if we can carry you just a little..."

9 障子くん しょうじくん Shouji-kun "Shouji-kun!"

10 梅雨ちゃん！ つゆちゃん！ Tsuyu-chan! "Tsuyu-chan!"

1-2 根性‼︎ こんじょう‼︎ konjou!! "Guts!!" (Note: I think they're shouting this word to hype themselves up.)

3 鋭ちゃん‼︎ えいちゃん‼︎ Ei-chan!! "Ei-chan!!"

4 三奈‼︎ みな‼︎ Mina!! "Mina!!"

5 頑張れ‼︎ がんばれ‼︎ ganbare!! "Do your best!!"

6 頑張ろ‼︎ がんばろ‼︎ ganbaro!! "Let's do our best!!"

7 うん!!!!!! un!!!!!! "Yeah!!!!!!"

1 何だ なんだ nanda What's this?

2 屍肉にしか見えぬ者共… しにくにしかみえぬものども… shiniku ni shika mienu monodomo... These people I can see as nothing but dead carrion...

3 何故 なぜ naze Why

4 死なない しなない shinanai won't [they] die?

5 ろくに動けていないのに ろくにうごけていないのに roku ni ugokete inai noni Even though they can't move very well,

6 目玉だけが めだまだけが medama dake ga only their eyes-- (Note: He's saying that the most they can move is their eyeballs, or in other words, they can only watch and do not much else.)

7 目玉をギョロギョロさせるだけの めだまをギョロギョロさせるだけの medama wo GYOROGYORO saseru dake no Helplessly watching on...

8 出来損ないに渡ってしまった事が間違いだって できそこないにわたってしまったことがまちがいだって dekisokonai ni watatte shimatta koto ga machigai datte Conferring this power to someone so worthless was a mistake! (Note: Text from speech bubbles 7 and 8 is a flashback to chapter 287.)

9 そうか緑谷 そうかみどりや sou ka Midoriya So that's how it is, Midoriya.

10 緑谷出久… みどりやいずく… Midoriya Izuku... Izuku Midoriya...

1 緑谷!!! みどりや!!! Midoriya!!! Midoriya!!!

2 おまえの omae no Your

3 弱さが よわさが yowasa ga weakness

4 ガンバレ GANBARE "Do your best!"

5 頑張れ‼︎ がんばれ‼︎ ganbare!! "Do your best!!"

6 オールマイトにはなかった OORU MAITO ni wa nakatta is what All Might didn't have.

7 頑張れ…！ がんばれ…！ ganbare...! "Do your best...!"

8 弱き強さが よわきつよさが yowaki tsuyosa ga The strength of weakness

1-2 こいつらを何度でも立ち上がらせているのだ こいつらをなんどでもたちあがらせているのだ koitsura wo nando demo tachi agarasete iru noda is what makes these guys stand up again and again

3 おまえがその足を止めぬ限り おまえがそのあしをとめぬかぎり omae ga sono ashi wo tomenu kagiri so long as you don't cease your steps.

4 射出座席は切った筈X ベイルアウトはきったはずX BEIRU AUTO (kanji: shashutsu zaseki) wa kitta hazu X "Must have bailed out (read as: ejection seat) X" (Note: This text line is cut off.)

5 あんたの仕業だな あんたのしわざだな anta no shiwaza da na "This is your doing, isn't it,"

6 オールマイト OORU MAITO "All Might?"

1 あの子らが目指したのは… あのこらがめざしたのは… ano kora ga mezashita no wa... "Those kids were aiming for..."

2 完全勝利だから… かんぜんしょうりだから… kanzen shouri da kara... "a complete victory, so..."

3 喪うものは少ない方がいい… うしなうものはすくないほうがいい… ushinau mono wa sukunai hou ga ii... "it's best if we lose fewer people..."

4 どの口が… どのくちが… dono kuchi ga... "Look who's talking..."

5 緑谷少年…あの日君が駆け出したから みどりやしょうねん…あのひきみがかけだしたから Midoriya-shounen...ano hi kimi ga kakedashita kara Young Midoriya...because you dashed out that day,

6 私も体が動いたんだ わたしもからだがうごいたんだ watashi mo karada ga ugoitanda my body moved, too.

7 あの日からずっと君はーーーー あのひからずっときみはーーーー ano hi kara zutto kimi wa---- Ever since that day, you----

8 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

9 頑張れ！ がんばれ！ ganbare! "Do your best!"

10 初日の下校を思い出す！ しょにちのげこうをおもいだす！ shonichi no gekou wo omoidasu! "I remember when we left school on the first day!"

11 今なら彼女が言っていた事もよくわかる気がするよ いまならかのじょがいっていたこともよくわかるきがするよ ima nara kanojo ga itte ita koto mo yoku wakaru ki ga suru yo "Now I feel like I really understand what she was saying."

12 麗日さん うららかさん Uraraka-san "Uraraka-san"

13 もう病院つくから… もうびょういんつくから… mou byouin tsuku kara... "is already headed to the hospital..."

14 頑張れ…皆も頑張ってる がんばれ…みんなもがんばってる ganbare...minna mo ganbatteru "Do your best... Everyone is doing their best, too."

15 でも demo But

16 「デク」って 「DEKU」 tte "Deku," well…

1 「頑張れ‼︎」って感じでなんか好きだ　私 「がんばれ‼︎」ってかんじでなんかすきだ　わたし 「ganbare!!」 tte kanji de nanka suki da watashi (literal translation) I like how it's got a feeling like, "Do your best!!" (official translation) It just screams, "Do your best!!" I kinda like it.

2 がんばれ…！ ganbare...! "Do your best...!"

3 今すぐ全ヒーローを日本へ向かわせろ！ いますぐぜんヒーローをにほんへむかわせろ！ ima sugu zen HIIROO wo nihon e mukawasero! "Have all our heroes head for Japan right now!"

4 しかし大統領AFOが勝利しー場合　我が国の保 しかしだいとうりょうオール・フォー・ワンがしょうりしーばあい　わがくにのほ shikashi daitouryou OORU FOO WAN ga shouri shi-- baai wagakuni no ho- "But Mr. President, if All For One is victorious, our country's protection-"

5 知るか行けえ しるかいけえ shiru ka ikee "Who cares? Go!"

6 皆の声が みんなのこえが minna no koe ga Everyone's voices,

7 聞こえる きこえる kikoeru I can hear them.

1 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

2 がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

3 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

4 がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

5 ガンバレ GANBARE "Do your best!"

6 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

7 ガンバレ GANBARE "Do your best!"

8 がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

9 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

10 がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

11 がんばれ ganbare "Do your best!"

12 がんばれっ ganbare "Do your best!"

13 私の最高のヒーローだったよ！ わたしのさいこうのヒーローだったよ！ watashi no saikou no HIIROO datta yo! "...you were my greatest hero!"

1 頑張れ がんばれ ganbare "Do your best,"

2 出久‼︎ いずく‼︎ Izuku!! "Izuku!!"

tagline 1 No.422　緑谷出久：ライジング　堀越耕平 ナンバー422　みどりやいずく：ライジング　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 422  Midoriya Izuku: RAIJINGU  Horikoshi Kouhei No. 422 Izuku Midoriya: Rising Kouhei Horikoshi

tagline 2 仲間が拓いた道の先ーーー みんながひらいたみちのさきーーー minna (kanji: nakama) ga hiraita michi no saki--- Ahead of the path paved by everyone (read as: [his] comrades)---

[thathomestar]

played through the black mesa blue shift mod, up through the xen chapter since that's all they've released so far. the mod aims to remake the entirety of blue shift in the style of black mesa, and boy howdy does it deliver on that, for better and for worse.

they actually establish a couple supporting characters, more security guards and scientists, which is nice. in the original game it was basically just dr rosenberg, so more named characters is a good change imo. feels like you're actually rallying people together to fight your way out of black mesa.

a weird thing this mod does is take away player control sometimes. i can understand it for specific sequences, like when the elevator crashes at the beginning or when you first teleport into xen, but it also does it for some mundane things too, like inserting a keycard into a switch. why? half-life's whole thing is letting the player be in control the whole time.

the first few chapters are well paced, but it starts feeling like its padding a bit when you go off to find dr rosenberg. you have to do this whole song and dance moving a train back and forth and turning it around properly on turntables to bust him out. they could have cut out some of the tedium there a little.

my problems really start when it comes to the xen chapter. the original blue shift xen chapter lasts for roughly 30-40 minutes for a first time player, though someone like me was able to speed through it in under 15. with the black mesa mod, they have stretched out the runtime of this chapter to 3 hours.

it starts off pretty strong, you're making your way through xen, taking in the sights and finding all the stuff the previous science teams have left behind. about 90 minutes in i was wondering when i'm gonna get to the focal point relay thing, the whole reason calhoun goes to xen in the first place.

but instead you keep detouring through black mesa outposts and alien factory things and it just gets so long in the tooth. it'd be one thing if you get to one of these places and you're there for 5-10 minutes at most, but you typically spend over 20, sometimes even 30 minutes at these places.

there's one bit where you inexplicably decide to jump on the back of one of the giant flying manta rays and it flies around for like 15 minutes like an autoscroller section until it gets shot down by alien railguns, and then you spend 30 minutes making your way over to and destroying the railguns. and the whole time i'm just like... when are we getting to the focal point thing.

so finally you get to the focal point relay and turn it on but it gets jammed by a signal so you spend another 40 minutes blazing through ANOTHER alien factory so you can blow it up and you make your way back to the focal point thing and the portal's open but alien controllers keep telekinetically grabbing you and yanking you away from it... and it's just so exhausting. i got burned out.

not to mention the weirdness with how they handle vortigaunts. so in black mesa they do this whole thing in xen to show that the vorts are slaves and don't actually want to fight you, but calhoun never encounters any of that stuff. for the first 2/3rds of xen in this mod, vortigaunts are constantly trying to kill you non-stop. then all of a sudden they don't attack you anymore. why? because i, the player know they're not really bad? why would calhoun know that? it doesn't really make sense to me.

xen is cool. i like xen. if you told me "we're adding more xen to blue shift" i'd be like alright that's cool. but 6-8 times more? that's way too much. xen in blue shift was never meant to be a long trip. calhoun was supposed to get in, find the focal point relay, align it, and leave, not go on a grand alien gallivanting adventure. that's for gordon to do.

[siaanme]

Monster Hunter Wilds feels like a game that is in conflict with itself in a lot of ways. I still love it, but there are so many little issues that bug me about it

For example, the main story stuff. The main story is something that is probably best enjoyed solo, but because MonHun is a multiplayer hit, they made it so you can technically do the story with friends. But far from seemlessly, especially if you want to progress in lockstep ‪

In older MonHun (4th gen and below), the low rank story was explicitly single player only, with a separate set of low rank quests for multiplayer. It honestly feels like Wilds would have benefited from this kind of split ‪

Then there's the concept of "you're only hunting these monsters because they're a problem and you have permission." This has been the case for all previous titles, but Wilds is more in your face about it. And that's in conflict with the fact you are going to hunt a lot of these monsters ‪

Am I expected to believe the ecosystem is capable of hosting 20 of these railgun dragons, explicitly an apex predator, but they're all such a dire threat that I have to hunt them? The story has brought this absurdity to the fore, when it was easy enough to handwave in older games ‪

Weirdly they seem to acknowledge this with the two final hunts in Low Rank, where the monsters are one-of-a-kind, and so you can't refight them. Even though past games also handwaved that and just let you refight the one-of-a-kind civilisation destroying dragon ‪

And the maps! I love these big maps, made for exploring. Shame the story doesn't want to give you a chance to do that, between the on-rails walking sections and the constant story momentum. Not to mention your Seikret's auto-tracking actively discourages you from exploring/learning the map layouts

Say what you will about the old quests where you had to gather x amount of y, but they made you actually explore to find the items. Same with not having the monster marked on the map to start with ‪

Oh and on the story momentum, the game clearly wants to be this adventure, going to new places, meeting people, getting involved, solving problems. But the pace doesn't give time for any this to feel particularly earned. The next story mission is always sitting there, in your UI, waiting. ‪

And then once things open up in High Rank, it's a breath of fresh air. Until some of those story missions lock the dynamic weather/season system away until you progress more ‪

I think that in general, the hunting part of this game is some of the best it's ever been. And all of these have been minor nitpicks overall really. But like I said, it just feels like the game is in conflict with itself

[novaazurite]

A work in progress! Finally getting around to finishing some ALG WIPs before I begin more! This ones based off of TPOT 17, Six explains about these four integers and why One was supposed to be gone. Honestly it would be really cool in canon if Six actually explains to these four about whatever is going on with One.

And now some bonus things under the cut!

ALG Three! Or kind of(?) a little bit of an updated design of them. Feral guy, proceed with caution, who knows why theyre locked up, and why theyve willingly kept himself locked up. Hopefully Needle's crew, Six and Purple Face alongside them they wont find them a problem when they encounter him in the EXIT.

A while back ive had a little bit of a problem whether to give the speakerboxes (minus PSB) a design or not, you can easily tell I chose the former here. Though Announcer is probably subject to change, I dont exactly know yet.

FSB (Firey SB) is looking rather unfinished, but theres a catch! Theres lore behind him that connects to Firey himself! FSB wasnt finished with fully obtaining his orange metal plating, by the time Firey snatched him, he was left like this, though thankfully he was fully functioning, would Firey ever fully put the metal plating on FSB? We dont know, hes not exactly good with robotics, especially with a speakerbox he didnt technically make! Yes, unlike canon Firey creating FSB, ALG Firey DID NOT create ALG FSB, rather theres a lot of stuff behind the reason FSB was even made to begin with!

Now Flower SpeakerBox, I havent thought of what I would do with her yet, probably same in a way as canon, but ill think of something later.

Announcer is still well, Announcer, also adding to the fact Remote is his child, Ive seen a bunch of people have this headcanon and I greatly enjoy it, so I might as well make it a thing for this au! This also means Remote wouldnt even appear as a possible debuter for neither BFDI or BFDIA, but she will eventually be a contestant for during the events of BFB, she encounters everyone else around the events of IDFB, and yes, Announcer is the one who installed that railgun to her arm, as "extra measures" he so claims it to be, guess he blew most of the budget onto that due to how high tech it looks. He's still more less the same as canon.

Another thing I might add is the possibility of Speaker Boxes and Algebraliens aware of each others existences for such a very long time, and dont like each other all too much, a possible rivalry perhaps? The Speaker Boxes came to Earth first and were pretty much known compared to any Algebraliens, One was there for a very long time too, however she was hidden in the sidelines for nobody to ever see her, whereas the Speaker Boxes were more out in the open and were willing to communicate with any object they encounter.

[allwormdiet]

Sentinel 9.4

Back in the saddle again

You know, I'm not sure if tinkers actually are "supposed" to be smart. The other examples we have to work off of besides Kid Win are Bakuda (constant state of fucking around and finding out until it killed her), Armsmaster (he of the dumbfuck raid boss solo plot), and Dragon (actually no notes on Dragon's relative intelligence), plus Chariot in just a minute here who literally only succeeds at being a mole because the Protectorate allows him to succeed as a ploy

I'll concede that they're adept engineers and scientists, sure, but you can know how to build a nuclear reactor and still be dumb enough to build it in your backyard. There's no single measure of intelligence that everyone measures high on, that's just not how it goes.

Then again like two-thirds of this chapter are lowkey about Kid having self-esteem issues so like, I get that he's being hard on himself. I feel like half the cape POVs we've gotten so far have self-esteem issues, never mind Taylor Hebert Queen of Self-Image Problems

I'm gonna skim over a lot of this fight like I had in 9.3, but while this can't feel good for one's confidence, honestly I'd mostly just be relieved. Like, yes, let the villains whose powers are Railgun and The Fucking Sun take it easy on me, that's fine, I like my body parts staying in the configuration they have.

Thank God he actually has a chance to feel like he's contributing, without the horror of accidentally killing someone

Wow, Trickster sucks. Why do they put up with this guy?

So, somehow I doubt he's somehow lacking in a specialty, but from the description of his apparent focus issues (plus the fact that taking medication to help with focus nearly took him out) I wonder if the way his tinker stuff goes involves having a bunch of little things, if the lack of focus is somehow a sign of what his specialty actually is.

Oh fucking boy

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay (sarcastic)

Also I don't know why they specifically would go to cities that have already been Endbringered but there's a real "kick them while they're down" energy to it that I do not care for. Goddamn jackals.

Is it the "another tinker" thing or the "that wasn't Armsmaster" thing that he's more excited about lmao

Weld's adapting a little better to his role, and Clockblocker is able to keep his mouth shut and play along, so things are improving.

I dunno man, it's a citywide apocalypse, does bedtime matter anymore?

Hey what the

Fuck

is going on here

Tinker-to-tinker communication

Y'know, now I'm curious what the wages are for a non-Tinker Protectorate member. Obviously Tinkers can have it made if they've got something the higher-ups want, but is Miss Militia making enough to own a house? Is your income tied to merch sales?

Think this is the first time someone has outright said triggering as a parahuman rewires your brain to some extent. Curious to see further elaboration on that.

I think if you're gonna hire a mole, you should make sure they can lie convincingly. That feels like step two.

(Step one is "make sure you can trust this person to be a mole for you")

Fucking gottem

Well hey Kid, looks like you're pulling your weight after all

Current Thoughts

I do think Sentinel is a neat arc but I'll admit, in recounting and rereading this it lost me a little bit. That might just be the Travelers fight though, I could feel the lack of stakes to the fight like a gap between my teeth.

Kid seems like a solid character, classic impulsive inventor with an actual exploration of what that impulsiveness does to his work ethic and self-worth. I'm glad he gets a chance to shine here and I hope he figures out his exact specialization so he can stop being so down on himself

The Wards do seem to be coalescing into more of a team as things progress, sure would be a shame if the resident lone wolf was to fall for obvious bait and disrupt that or something.

[inbabylontheywept]

The Vengabus is Coming

Alakan pinched the bridge of his nose. On one hand, certain death. On the other hand, human bullshit.

He weighed the options carefully. His self-respect fought tooth and claw with his will to live.

The will to live won. It was a near thing, but internal battles were winner take all.

“Fuck it. We need armor. Send them in.”

---

The radio crackled. It was a quiet sound, but still a welcome reprieve to the blisteringing swarm of beams from the nearby laser gatling. Alakan fished it out of his front pocket, raising it near his ear eagerly.

“Callsign ‘Ape-Mode’, do you copy? What is your ETA? We’re pinned down bad up here, if they can get a second angle set up we’re toast. ”

The speaker crackled again. There was a sound like a horn on the other end. Maybe an alarm?

“Callsign Ape-Mode, is your vehicle intact?”

There was no verbal response back, but a faint chanting could be heard in the background, just beyond the range of his hearing. Alakan cranked the volume knob to max, desperate for any possible information about when the armor would arrive. Instead, he seemed to catch the opening part of some kind of human war ritual.

“We like to party! We like, we like to party! We like to party! We like, we like to party! We like to party! We like-”

Then the radio cut off abruptly.

He took several deep breaths before pinching his nose again.

Fucking humans.

---

The Vengabus is coming! And everybody's jumping! New York to-

The chanting was back, almost incomprehensibly loud. The gatlings were earsplitting on their own, but the human war chant made them seem like whispers in a library. The noise was so loud that identifying the source was almost impossible. It seemed to be coming from all sides at once, a hulking wall of sound. He reached down to shut off his comm only to find it was already off.

Oh. They must be here then. That would explain the unwarranted assault on his earholes. He took a peek over the edge of his foxhole and froze.

Even by the standards of human bullshit, this was egregious.

The tank itself was standard DFP issue. The bright yellow paint job and makeshift stop sign definitely were not. And the speakers looked borderline illegal. Strands of copper wire poked from each of the generator sized boxes strapped, welded, and glued to random points all over the chassis. The conductor feeding each of the abominations seemed to be repurposed twinkle lights, cutting zigzags between each box before drawing into the hatch.

The gatlings stopped, evidently as taken aback as everyone else on the battlefield. The moment of relative peace was replaced by insane furor as every gun on the opposite side of the canyon seemed to realize that there was a big juicy target barreling towards them.

The tank took the swarm of beams like a champion. Faint clouds of yellow smoke trailed behind the racing vehicle as its makeshift paint job was incinerated, but that was probably a blessing in disguise. The wall of noise fell down several notches as one of the gatlings made a point of targeting the ear splitting speakers.

The tank had been content enough to just absorb enemy ammo as it barreled its way to the middle of the battle, but this was a personal affront. The railgun on the top of the vehicle locked on to the offending turret and began dropping ferroslugs. The first was more than enough to obliterate its hated foe, the other three were just to desecrate the memory. Each shot had the unfortunate side effect of distorting the noise coming out of the speakers, the voices going up like chipmunks with every thump of the MAC.

The wheels of steel are turning! And traffic lights are burning! So if you like to party, get on and move your body! The Vengabus is coming!

A kinetic slug slammed into the road just behind it. If the tank had been going anything less than max speed, it would’ve been splattered. Any sane tank operator would’ve launched their smoke cover, changed course, and avoided the slugs by serpentining.

These were not sane tank operators. The hatches for the smoke cover opened, but instead of smoke grenades getting flung from the hydraulic catapult, out flew hundreds and hundreds of gleaming chemlights. The laser gatling atop the main cannon opened fire, not at any enemy, but simply while spinning in circles at maximum speed.

None of this should have done a damn thing, but the effect was amazing. The lights, the noise, and now the laser effects-the enemy had been trained for what to do in a warzone, but they had no fucking idea what to do at a disco. All it took was one of them to break ranks, and the rest followed suit. Alakan watched in awe as the troop of 80 enemy combatants bolted up the far side of the valley, casually pursued by the still smoldering Venga-Tank, chipperly screaming out its war cry as the recording device on the inside hit a well planned loop.

The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming!

The noise, blessedly, faded to black as both made it over the hill.

He climbed carefully out of his foxhole, wiping the dirt from his palms onto the front of his pants when he was done. One of the newer soldiers jogged up to him, as baffled as he’d ever been.

“What… What the hell just happened?”

Alakan shrugged.

“Trust me, they don’t know either. Fucking humans.”

[kittydragondraws]

Murder Drones - Trauma and Healing

I was once of the opinion that Murder Drones never really had a theme or message. It was kind of just, watch the funny robots be funny.

But the more I've thought about it the more I've realized, Murder Drones does have a theme. And that theme?

Trauma, how it affects people, and how to heal from it.

In this essay I will go over five of the characters of the show, Uzi, N, V, Doll, and Tessa, and describe their traumas. How it affects their actions, and what they do to heal from them.

Uzi - Lonliness and Acceptance

Uzi grew up with no friends, classmates who either hated or ignored her, an emotionally negligent father, and a dead (*cough* in church *cough*) mother. Truth be told, she had no one. No one to talk to, no one who would listen to her, no one who cared about her.

She was alone and very vulnerable. However, she didn't like that. She didn't want people to see her as vulnerable, she didn't want people to see her as weak. So she developed her edgy, "not like other girls" persona to convince people that she wasn't dying inside. That she took all her pain in stride and was owning it.

However, her coping mechanism of creating her goth girl persona didn't help in the long term as it didn't combat her true problem. She was lonely, lonely and... just wanted someone who cared about her.

And one day, while going out to find the last piece of her railgun she needs to save the world and earn her dad's respect and stuff, she meets N. N, the bloodthirsty drone killer, who was willing to sit down and talk to her.

Sure he was blind and thought she was a fellow Murder Drone, but he didn't immediately push her away as emo. Sure he admittedly was used to much worse treatment from much worse people, and Uzi was probably a saint compared to them (which we'll touch on in his part).

But even afterwards, when he realized she was a Worker, and that he would get in massive trouble with J if he let her go, he willingly spared her life. Saw her father leave her to die, and took pity on her.

Where the two came to develop a connection and eventually, friendship.

Uzi had made her first friend.

N - Self Worth and Free Will

His whole life, N has been used and abused.

While we don't know much about his first life, his life before the Elliots, we can only assume he was still treated as a slave, as much as the rest of the Worker race is.

His life with Tessa and her family, while seemingly happy, he still lived with them as a servant. Tessa may have been a good owner, but she was still an owner. He, J, and V might have been good servants, but they were still servants.

His life as a Disassembly Drone was probably the worst. Not only did he have his entire body forcibly changed against his will, but he now was forced to take innocent lives as he relied on their bodies for sustenance. Not to mention he also had his brain swiss cheesed to hell and back, and didn't even know because well... can't remember things well when those memories are full of holes.

Not to mention, the people he was forced to serve under were awful to him. The most obvious one is J, who was him as a waste of materials and space. She literally wanted N dead, leaving a piece of paper that read "kill yourself" in a dog book that she knew N would read, as a Disassembly Drone telling N that if the company allowed it she would kill him herself, and literally stabbing him with a deadly virus after she saw he had dissented.

However the Solver, the Solver was worse. It killed him several times over, wiped his memories of his past deaths, turned him into a monster, and forced him to kill an unspeakable amount of humans and drones. It could clone him an infinite amount of times. If one clone learned too much or got too rebellious, there were always the next hundred. He was disposable, in episode 7, the solver literally said he had served his purpose. The worst part? There's no way of truly knowing what the Solver did to him or forced him to do. How many clones of N it tortured, killed, and replaced.

But what's even worse than this? He enjoyed it. Well, enjoyed is a strong word. But he saw it as okay. He believed that being treated like trash was normal. He literally thanked J for stepping on his neck. He thanked J for "looking out for him" after getting stabbed with the virus.

When Uzi questioned him about what the "company" would do to him after they were finished with their mission on Copper 9, he didn't know. He was blindly following orders, doing what he was told. With no thought to the consequences. He never considered that JcJenson would view them as a bunch of useless, worthless, disposable robots...

Then he meets Uzi. Sure she's a bit rough around the edges, but she doesn't hurt him or belittle him. She values his opinions and him as a person.

She doesn't see him as a means to an end. She sees him as N.

V - Protection and Attachment

V hid information from and hurt N, yet she did it to protect him. V remembered more than N from the manor. More of the killing, the bloodshed, the forced experimentation, more of the Solver.

She didn't want N to remember. To have the same painful memories she did. So she did her best to keep them hidden from him. Keep him in the dark about the Solver.

How did she do that? Avoid telling him anything she knew, anything that he could use to get closer to the truth. She wanted him to stay in blissful ignorance, something she would love to have.

However, her desire to keep N safe didn't just extend to keeping him safe from the Solver, but keeping him safe from her.

She was afraid of loosing N, and the pain that would bring. So if she developed a deep emotion attatchment to N, like say... reciprocating his crush... it would only hurt if she ever lost him again. And she wasn't ready to deal with that pain.

So she pushed him away. pretended to be mean, pretended to be crass, pretended to not notice, not care, literally pretended to forget his name. No attachment, no pain.

But then, Uzi comes along, and her eye starts glitching to show a Solver symbol. V remembers their orders, kill all the Solver infected drones on the planet. But N, N likes this little drone. he sees her as a friend. He won't let V kill her, becuase he doesn't know what she can do.

It would be so easy for V to go behind N's back and kill her, afterall, N's made friends with rocks before. He'd get over a pathetic Worker, right?

But as time goes on, V starts to understand more about Uzi, about why N likes her. She's smart she's kind, she gives a damn about his opinions. She tells him things... that's more than V ever could've done.

And when V realizes N doesn't need her protection anymore, she's willing to let him go.

Doll - Obsession and Isolation

Doll just wanted to be normal. She just wanted to be free from the Solver's influence and live a normal teenage robot life. But she also wanted revenge, revenge on the drone that took her parents from her, revenge on the drone that set her down this path on the first place, V.

After becoming an orphan, Doll became obsessed with getting her revenge on V, to the point she no longer cared about anyone else. Including who lived and who died. Of course, being Solver infected, she had to drink the oil of the Workers around her, so it's hard to fault her for that.

However, it's hard to tell how many drones she kills out of necessity, and how many she kills for other, less justifiable, reasons. The amount of oil she has in her house? You can't tell me she drinks all of it, at least, not before killing more Workers. The prom girls? That was to lure V into the bunker. Even at prom, She kills two (I think) other Worker Drones, for the crime of getting in her way. Why?

V, everything Doll does, is about V. All of the prom-related deaths she caused, were about V. Doll was obsessed with V, all she cared about was killing V to avenge her parents, not caring about who else she had to hurt to do so. All that mattered, was that V ended up dead.

But after Prom, when she had failed to kill V, and ended up getting killed herself. She learned that Uzi had the Solver as well, finally, someone who could understand her pain, someone she could help. But even after learning she and Uzi are in the same boat, she still chooses to go alone.

At every turn she either leaves Uzi to her own, which usually ends in Uzi getting hurt, or she actively antagonizes her, setting back her own progress in terms of investigating the Solver to further her own goals. Even going as far as to sentence Uzi to death by dinesaw after getting to the elevator.

However, in the end, her relcutance to accept help would be her downfall.

Both Uzi and Doll ended up getting confronted by Tessa, whose goal was to have both dead. However, what separated them in those moments was that they had backup. Or at the very least, one did.

When Tessa had been pinned down by Uzi and was about to be stabbed N was there, knife as hand, ready to do whatever it took to save Uzi. He had had enough of Tessa's shadyness, and now only cared about her.

However Doll, Doll was all alone. When she was attacked by Tessa, she had to try to protect herself. She didn't have anyone she could turn to or rely on for help in that moment. So she ended up getting killed by the very monster she was fighting against.

In her last moments, all she could do was find Uzi. And hope that she'd be able to fight back.

Tessa - Love and Compassion (And Getting Skinned Alive By God)

Tessa's parents hated her. Her mom, Louisa, seemed to view her as an embarrassment and while we don't know much about her relationship with her father, James, it can be assumed he was either generally apathetic to his daughter or found her creepy.

Either way, he didn't care much about her, as he was complicit in Lousia's abuse of her, which included chaining her up to her bedpost like she was a misbehaving dog.

Yet, despite her loveless upbringing, when she was given the opportunity to essentially be a mother to the Worker (Zombie) Drones she rescued from the dump, she chose to be the opposite of what her parents were.

While her parents were cruel and demanding, Tessa loved her drones, flaws and all. She was them almost like her children, little ones she had to protect, keep happy and safe. Heck, she probably cared for them more than she should've, considering that they were robots.

However, there was one drone she had found. One who was different than the others, in a way she could never guess. Cyn, little Cyn. She was different than the other Drones Tessa rescued, she was small, had an odd way of walking, and an odd way of talking. But that was okay to Tessa, she was a Worker Drone deserving of a home.

Tessa could've never guessed that by bringing that Worker into her home. She's not only cause the deaths of her parents and countless other fancy rich people, but also her own and lead to the destruction of the entire human race.

The worst part? She couldn't find peace even in death. With her skin being worn by Cyn and used to masquerade as her, tricking her once beloved drones into assisting the very entity they were trying to defeat.

In Tessa's heartfelt attempt to try and break the cycle of abuse, she ended up causing something worse than she could even imagine.

Trauma is a complicated thing to talk about, and an even more complicated thing to get right. However, I do applaud this show for not only tackling the subject but showing such a wide branch of ways the characters cope with it. From finding others to confide in, to harming others in the pursuit of their own interests. And it pains me the fandom can't recognize this.

So many times have I seen people in this fandom either use a character's trauma as an excuse to absolve them of all blame, or ignore it and try to spin them as the second coming of Satan. When these characters are much more complex and fascinating than people give them credit for.

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day.

[the-river-is-right-there-chopper]

I've come to make an announcement

Hitman 1 Monarch is a bitch-ass motherfucker. He shot down my fucking plane. That's right. He took his mercenary fuckin' quilly squadron out and he shot down my fucking plane, and he said his warhead was "this big" and I said, "That's pathetic"

So I'm making an airstrike in my Project Wingman Mk.I

Monarch, you got a small payload. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my payload looks like

That's right baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at it, it looks like two balls and a mushroom cloud. He shot my plane, so guess what, I'm gonna shoot Cascadia. That's right, this is what you get! My super cordium railgun!

Except I'm not gonna shoot the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm shooting the sky!

How do you like that, Kaiser?! I caused a calamity, you idiot!

You have twenty-three hours before the cordium fallout hits the earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I nuke you too

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 7)

The one thing Uzi did not mind about her transformation was her ability to fly alongside N during scavenging missions. He often had to slow down (thrusters will always be faster than manual flying), but it didn't seem to bother him in the least, especially when she was sharing her favorite songs with him over short-range.

And no, it didn't all consist of Nightcore thank you very much. She was sharing the ones she thought he would like.

Of course, N liked all of them, so she probably could blare Nightcore at full volume and he'd like it, but she was still keeping it mostly mainstream, mostly because he seemed to like singing lyrics if he knew them, which was fun!

Because he was good at it.

He nailed nearly every note so long as he was familiar with the song, and it was gorgeous, his voice smooth as butter and just high enough to reach the minor keys without sounding off.

And yes, it did make her core flutter like it was full of a million butterflies, but that was besides the point.

“Hang on, lemme give you this one.” She sent another over to him, her wings flapping above her as they both glided comfortably.

“How many do you have?!” N asked excitedly, although it was definitely in the sense that he was eager to hear all of them and not that he wanted her to stop.

“Years worth of emotional repression leads to years worth of saved angst, what can I say?” She replied, poking a little fun at herself, she pushed ahead as he opened the audio file, scanning the ground for any parts she needed.

This one was a little angry sounding, but the guitar was nice, and there was a woman singing in the background that he wished didn't sound so sad, but it was pretty, at the very least.

“Do you want me to just give you my playlist? I've kinda just been sending you singles from it this whole time.” She fell back in line with him, wings beating above her, wow, he never realized how strong they looked before.

“Yes!” He beamed, being ecstatic to listen to more, it was leagues better than anything he'd ever heard play at the manor, plus he felt as if he was learning quite a bit about her just through her saved songs.

He noted the complete lack of love songs, there were plenty of breakup songs, but it didn't seem that Uzi had either never felt that way about anyone or she may have just not liked the sappiness of them. He wasn't sure, he was kinda hoping for the latter, she deserved someone to make her happy, surely?

“Here. But we can't spend all night doing this, it not really what we're here for…” She sent him a massive folder that was going to take a bit to install, in the meantime. They both flew upwards, trying to spot things from higher up.

“No worries, what are we looking for?” He asked, just replaying the same songs he'd already listened to on repeat, just at a lower volume.

“A hardware store preferably, that explosion melted all my railguns internals… stupid J… pain in my ass even in death.” She added, sounding bitter. He didn't argue.

“Hmm, I think I saw one last night. I can send you the map data?” He offered, not noticing how closely they were flying, he could feel each beat of her wings. The urge to wrap his tail around her hit him suddenly. She wasn't in danger. What was this about?

“Sweet! Yes!” She gave him a thumbs up, and so he sent the map data to her, and she went silent looking it over intently.

And here he was admiring how she could intently focus of his map data while also flying near perfectly again, if he ever needed to revist a location he had to stop flying lest he hit something. Not her though, her mind was so lightening fast. Not just in this, but in everything.

Man his best freind was so cool. And pretty.

She… was pretty. But that was random.

“Yeah, you did pass one, this way!” She did pause in the air for a moment, but only to turn to him and make sure he was following, he nodded, letting her lead him.

Her tail swirled behind her as she kept herself aloft, it was graceful in it's own way, since she had to think more about consciously flying then he did, and so she ended up doing more spins and tricks in the air just by flying normally. It was almost like watching a dance, albeit a bat-like one.

“We're here.” He heard her shout before diving, and he followed without question, landing beside her with a metallic thud in contrast with her graceful perfect landing.

Okay, what the heck was going on with him today?

“Anything specific?” He asked, dusting the snow off himself before it melted and refroze to his chassis. Ignoring the random intrusive thoughts that seemed to be increasing in frequency and intensity.

“Small screws, wiring, oh! And capacitors! Lots and lots of capacitors.” He knew at least what two of those things were at what they looked like, so he nodded and followed her into the blasted out store after beating the snow out of his cap.

Her tail whipped around into a flashlight, pointing it at the rotten shelves and the icesicles hanging above them, a skeleton was at the counter, still in uniform, and still in the position of looking bored.

“Split up? I'll look for the capacitors, you get the screws and wiring?” She turned to him, with the absence of others she always seemed to smile, he gave her a thumbs up and beamed her one right back, before turning and wandering to the nearest shelf, leaving them both alone with their thoughts.

Uzi was already searching deep in the electronic section, trying to find capacitors that weren't completely broken or frozen, with a task at hand her mind was blessedly empty for once, enough that she was humming absent-mindedly whatever song had gotten trapped in her head.

She didn't sing, she didn't like her voice and thought it was too deep for most songs, but humming was fine, if it wasn't done in front of other people. Robo-God forbid someone hear her not being aggro for ten seconds. But here she was alone, and N was on the other side of the store, he couldn't hear her.

And even if he could, it was N. He wouldn't ever make fun of her for anything.

She smiled. At this point trying to deny her feelings was pointless, he made her feel so special, so wonderful. And he was so happy to spend any time with her, whether it be listening to her music or watching a movie or agreeing to visit a baby with her. He was always down, loving every second.

It rubbed off on her, she found herself smiling more, liking her life more, liking herself more. She was beginning to feel less like a freak and more like a person, all thanks to the lovable goofball she called her best freind.

And she wanted to call him more, connect with him more, but… she couldn't be certain he felt the same way. He was always so loving but he was like that with everyone, he cared, and that's just who he was.

So nothing he did proved he liked her like that. Romanticly. Never in a million years did she ever think she would be longing for someone, or even have a crush in the first place, but here she was, admitting to herself that… she was in love. Ew

But at the same time, the way he had been looking at her in the nursery, with a small smile on his face and his eyes digitally half-lidded. He looked… almost like he wanted to kiss her.

But that had to have been her imagination, he'd asked if she felt better right before, maybe he'd just been concerned.

With a victorious gasp she found a whole box of preserved capacitors and quickly stashed them in her bag before going off and trying to find the boy in question, core full of butterflies but also very very heavy.

N had finally finished downloading Uzi's monster of a playlist and was skimming through it while picking up his second box of screws, he doubted she needed this many, but being an overachiever never got him in trouble before.

He fingered the wiring he had in his pocket, feeling satisfied that he'd completed his task and yet still felt anything but.

He was… confused.

Uzi was his friend, his best friend. And yet the more he thought about her the lighter his core got, in a way that was new to him. Well no, that was it wasn't it? It wasn't new.

It was just attached to a new person.

But… he didn't have a crush on Uzi did he? He could form sentences just fine around her, he wasn't nervous or artificially sweaty. He just wanted to be close, to protect her. To be there when she needed him. That wasn't romantic. It was protective! Like all friends should be!

And yet he still felt unsatisfied, like he was missing something.

“Hey! Did you find what we needed?” He heard her before he saw her, bounding up to him with a crooked smirk, her tail twitching behind her and her wings folded against her back. She was cute…

He shook off his thoughts again.

“Yeah! Here!” He he presented the screws and the wire to her with a smile, his tail twitching as her hand grazed his as she took them, no that wasn't a spark you're imagining things.

“Thanks!” You ready to head back? It's going to be morning soon.” She asked, punching his shoulder playfully, a small laugh left his mouth.

“Yeah! And we can listen to music together on the way back!”

“Sure buddy.”

And with that they took off, commenting on songs and cracking jokes about the stupid ones, flying high to get home faster. With each minute he felt himself relax, whatever confusing mess his thoughts were causing right now didn't matter, they were laughing, and she was smiling. He would figure it out later.

“Is… is this song about a potato?” He asked slowly, causing her to snort before devolving into a fit of laughter.

“Y-yeah? I thought it was funny, and I rigged the teachers lounge to play it on repeat once.”

N didn't want to ask why, but he felt that it was a very Uzi thing to do.

“Hey, I might need to crash at your place tonight. Charge is low and I don't wanna pass out on the way home.” As she said that, a little low battery symbol appeared at the top right corner of her visor, showing she wasn't lying.

“Sleepover!” He shouted, making her smile again, he really liked her smile…

“Yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, but her words lacked any sort of bite. There was a brief comfortable silence before;

“Oh… this one's kinda sad.” His face fell at little as he listened. An orchestral swell being out of place in the rest of the playlist.

I am tired of this dream….

Will it ever end for me?

“Sorry, I don't have a lot of happy ones that aren't also sarcastic…” She admitted sheepishly, she probably should find happier songs now that she was thinking about it. She felt happier now, what was the harm? So long that it was only her and N that would ever hear them.

I don't have the will to know…

Can you help me see?

“Oh! Duet!” He hummed happily, that fact alone seemingly making him feel better about it.

Let my body keep you warm…

Let my essence be your breeze.

Oh. This was a love song, and a rather longing one. He looked over Uzi's playlist, this one was added only recently. About three months ago, huh that was around when prom happened.

Can you hear me calling?

Please look out for meeee…

“N! Look!” Uzi shouted and he looked up, the gas giant was being eclipsed by Copper-9s barren moon, causing the entire night sky to be lit up in a burnt umber red. But he'd be lying if he said that was what caught his attention.

Can you set me free?

Will you take my soul away?

Uzi was silhouetted in the light perfectly, sending warm oranges and reds bouncing off her features like she was gazing at a roaring fire, she was hung in the air, snowflakes falling slowly around her, the light turning them to embers dancing in the air. She was smiling, her hands reaching out to touch one of the dancing flames.

Casting me in cold

Bury me in bones

Rest eternallyyyyyy…

He felt all the moisture in his mouth evaporate on the spot, and any further thought through his processors die. If flying wasn't an automatic process, he would have fallen from the sky in shock.

She looked beautiful.

Will you take me home?

Can we see the moon again?

Dancing in the dark

Till we fall apart

I can't end this dream...

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