#engineers⚙️

[ariidis]

updated system intro / pinned post (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

hey tumblr! we've decided to re-do our fully pinned post just so that all the info is updated... and this time it's just going to be collective info, and for separate alter intro's, you guys can use the tag :]

so hi! feel free to collectively call us "ari" (which of course stands for our system name), and we are currently 17 turning 18 in late november this year.

we currently (as of writing this), have about 17 system members, not all of which are active on this blog.

add us on simply plural!! username: ariidis

below will be more info which i've copied and pasted from our simply plural ^^

WELCOME !! ↺ the adaptive relay interface . ıllı : ᯓ [he] . [him] . [it] . [its] . ᯤ ★ --> bodily 7teen . afab . autistic <-- ↷ neurogen . traumagen . (；ﾟДﾟ))

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

SYSTEM INFO !! collectively, our body is 17 years old. assigned female at birth, primarily identifying as a transgender male.

we have a fluctuating headcount, currently at close to the 20 mark. we split and form new alters very easily, and are likely polyfragmented. our autism and hyperfixations influence our headspace.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

BOUNDARIES !! our boundaries vary from alter to alter, but collectively, we do not want to interact with anyone who is involved in syscourse. we want our sys to stay drama free.

dms are fine, asks are appreciated!!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

DIAGNOSES !!

we are currently not diagnosed with a dissociative disorder, but are being assessed and evaluated for osdd and other conditions. (currently also undergoing assessments for pots)

we are diagnosed with autism, specifically lvl 2. we recieve help in school and such for this, but are not funded. :(

we likely have an eating disorder of some sort, sensory disorders, and possibly adhd.

ty for reading, remember ily <3

[commanders-quarters]

Hello, Mr Tartarus! My name is Abigail Forty-two! I've stumbled upon this multiverse's page, and immediately became fascinated with your composition! What keeps you together? How are you even able to function?!

Technically speaking, your existence should be impossible, but... well, since you are a sentient AI that has evolved a series of biological components to allow neuronal functions inside of your drives, I'm more surprised you didn't just decide to ascend into a full organic body!

Oh my Motherboard, you are sooo incredible! Compared to you my kin is barely grasping the concepts of sentience... While you were created IN THE REAL WORLD!! I COULD LITERALLY CRASH FROM THE EXCITEMENT!!!

I'd like to talk with you again! Until next time, ♾️ bless sēo goddess of order, for allowing us to speak again. ♾️

It came to him as a strange note, left on the digital desktop of a computer in the control room, which had been picked out seemingly at random from the identical dozens that already laid in rows within the area. The words had been delivered in the form of a voice message file, the precise contents of which would have gone entirely unnoticed by the commander had its existence not been pointed out by Helui, one of his elites.

"Please, sir, don't misunderstand. I only neglected to tell you about it because it seemed so... inconsequential! I don't think a child saying hello poses any inherent threat--"

"Look beyond the limitations of your visor for once." he interrupted with a snap.

"There is a bigger picture here. If any ordinary juvenile can send me a message via computer at their own leisure, then it is a security issue. Fix it. Now. I don't care how many of the soldiers you need to do it."

The haste with which he dismissed her caused her lip to stiffen with dissatisfaction. It could've been defiance, but that was riskier to express.

"Are you going to... give it a listen, at least?" she asked, the seaweed strands embedded beneath her scalp flaring bravely.

Denewiah strode close. Closer. Too close. For a few seconds, as he leers down at her, he appears to be weighing the pros and cons of igniting an argument over the indirect insubordination. He was not known to be charitable, but his paranoia was even less so. Room for negotiation was slimmer than usual. Eventually, though, it simply walked past her to lean down and tend to the offending message itself. With a click, he gave it a listen.

...

Initially, Denewiah assumes a displeased position with his right arm perched upright and his fingers splayed out across the front of his cold faceplate, like the pose one conjures up when suppressing a migraine-- whether it be sincere or entirely exaggerated in its presence. But as it further ponders the implications of certain statements made by the voice, it comes to understand that whoever sent this must be artificial themself. That alone was intriguing. His hand finds a more thoughtful, reserved stance under his 'chin'.

"Fascinating," it muses aloud.

Helui's aching shoulders sag with relief immediately. As she understands it, it's a good thing when he says that.

"There's... a user ID tagged onto the file. Do you plan on recording... a response?" she asked tentatively.

Tartar crosses its arms, silently amused with the idea. Amusement wasn't bad. It was pleasant, even, in moderation. Strict moderation.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I will," he humored.

The lumbering machine straightens back out, regarding his soldier with an irritated flick of his wrist as he begins on his rigid path out of the control room, calling out to her just one last time on the way towards the exit:

"And fix that damn bug in the system!"

[mutipede]

I just thought the crud floating on top of the coolant looked pleasingly disgusting

[humanitys-last-call]

considering the Elites that worked tirelessly to repair you a new body, where are those elites now? and how has your relationship with them been ever since? (🐙)

"It would help immensely if I could actually present them to you, but I'm afraid our route of communication is limited at the moment.

I suppose you'll just have to humor me and try to imagine what they look like... Actually, that might be a challenge. I've heard that many Inklings are under the assumption that all Octoling soldiers look virtually indistinguishable from each other...

No matter. Moving on."

"There's Helui, a robotics engineer. Those are quite valuable in the Octarian army, you know. Though they are not easy to find...

She's a bit of a strange one. Prone to taunting her colleagues, picks on the lesser Octarians like some sort of schoolyard bully, laughs perhaps just a bit too much- you get the picture. She does as she's told, though, and her work on my body is not without praise. Questionable maturity aside, Helui's engineering talent far exceeds that of her former comrades.

I do not mind her."

"Then there's Wakapi, our mechanic. Hmph. Her work is good, but some of my previous recruits easily dwarf her. Beggars cannot be choosers, however, so her work is within an acceptable standard... for now. She's very sociable and proud, and she needed little persuasion to join me at my side. Despite that, she is mildly rebellious, likely on account of her ego, and she will resist my orders at times or make snappy quips directed at me. The other soldiers do seem to enjoy her presence, though.

My fear is that Wakapi enjoys mine... too much. I am under the suspicion that she's harboring some level of intimate feelings towards me, but I really cannot be certain. I've never been good at spotting these things.

I am not sure how I feel about this one."

"Last, but certainly not least, there is Wanni. Wanni is our humble little clothing designer. She is responsible for my stunning uniform, of course. One befitting of a commander like me, if you could try to visualize it.

She is outwardly meek and speaks little, but she is incredibly vicious on the battlefield. Attacks to kill. Do not underestimate her capabilities. Wanni is frustratingly modest and is a bit of a pushover, especially with Helui, so I do find it aggravating to watch her struggle sometimes. That being said, she is very diligent, and obeys every order without question. Her loyalty never falters.

I am decidedly fond of this Octoling."

[oflostinfound]

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Eath! Hey! ❞

The voice calls out from across the way, the tiny girl turning towards the voice. Has she not been wearing her glamour one could see her ear having flicked up and back towards the sound.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ OH! Brandon! Hi! Long time no see! What brings you to the market? ❞

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Just picking some stuff up for dad's restaurant. He has this new dish he wants to try and, well, you know how it is. ❞

The man chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets as he speaks,

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Hows uhm... How Hax doing? I haven't seen them at the bar in a minute and... Well I think everyone and their mom has heard the news about... about their arm. ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Oh- Yeah they're... They're adjusting. ❞

The small girl adjusts her stance, shifting the basket in her hands awkwardly,

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ I heard they called off from the cafe too? ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Oh! Yes... They have the uh- the flu this week... ❞

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Oh, damn. ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Yeah it's, not fun... But I can tell them you said hi? They did try to stop by the bar once before but they said you were out. ❞

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Oh yeah, college. Finals. I had to take some time off to catch up on so many projects... But if you could pass along a hello and some well wishes for me, I'd appreciate that-- And let them know I owe them a free drink next time they stop by. Think they might need it. ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Will do. Thanks Brandon. ❞

|| ⚙️ ||: ❝ Anytime. ❞

[mister-ancunin]

modern-professors!viklix keeps banging around in my brain . send help

[hogfetish]

see jukebox is an amnesiac and theyre not really all that interested in finding out who they used to be and they pass this off as apathy but its actually a kind of existential dread especially being here and being surrounded by constant reminders of the war and what it does to people. i just think. well. the idea that they could have done something terrible and have forgotten it and therefore are escaping the accountability of having to Live With It is. well its kind of a night mare. you can barely tell i have ocd.

[pastel-medic]

Meet The Turret ⚙️

Ayo guys a new TF2 oc dropped 👀💖 They're also on my Art Fight now!

Notes under the cut!

Class Name: The Turret

Birth Name: N/A

Preferred Name: Rhett

Gender and Pronouns: Agender; They/It/He

Sexuality: Demisexual Cupioromantic

Height: 6'3"

Age: N/A (Human appearance is that of a 46 year old)

Race & Ethnicity: N/A (Human appearance is caucasian and a mix of Australian and German)

Team: RED

Family & Relatives: N/A

Notes:

-Engineer created them out of scraps of Gray Mann's mercenary robots. Although some of their body is originally made with blue metal their human disguise is dressed in red to indicate its association with the RED team

-It has a mix of Sniper and Medic's head, Pyro's mask piece, Engineer's body, Demoman's weapons, Soldier's right arm and belt, Heavy's left arm, Spy's lower body, and Scout's legs

-They are a skilled gunslinger and often works closely with Engineer and Spy. Often acts as a mobile sentry gun in a way.

-Gets easily annoyed by Scout but can tolerate him

[ninguitar]

꣑ৎ　────　𝓟OP THE HOOD , DA 　　　　　lovin' you long takes the pain away 𓈒𓈒

───﹙⚙️﹚𝓢. ｡｡　a trip to the froyo shop ends up leaving daniela with a broken-down car, but hey—at least she got a pretty girl to fix it!

𝓹airing. daniela avanzini x mechanic!f!r 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 1.9k notes. haiaiaiaiia idk anyt abt cars so take everything that is said abt cars w/ a grain of salt 😛 also thinking ab a part2 but idk !! lmk how yall feel or wtv (MASTERLIST)

now playing ⋆ ballad of a badman by tory lanez

MAYBE IT WAS DUMB LUCK.

daniela just wanted to get froyo on her way home; it shouldn't have to be such a big deal, and it sure didn't need to turn into a shit-show. her mustang was starting fine at first—jamming her keys into the ignition, a grin adorning her face as the engine roared lively. she drove safely, but not even an hour later, she stood at the side of the road, smoke coming out the cabin, and her eyebrows knitted together.

though, maybe her luck wasn't so bad, because barely a block away stood an automechanic shop, flashing the words, "tony's wheels & tires." and when she finally arrived at the shop from pushing her car all the way there, it appeared to be a big open garage with a couple cars parked in the slots—full of grease and strewn equipment, the faint smell of smoke and fuel lingered in the air. the bell above the door chimed every few seconds, the sound of engines running accompanying it.

and the sight of a disheveled you underneath a car, fiddling around with the bottom of it, welcomes daniela. a weary, heavy sigh escapes from your throat, as you mutter curses under your breath, before sliding out from beneath the car. shaking your hand in pain, you grunt, and your other hand jots down words on a yellow notepad frantically with a pen. while you were too immersed in writing down the cost of some repair, the latina slowly walks up to you, and you barely raise your head up—though not enough to spot her clearly.

interrupting your dazed, concentrated expression, daniela clears her throat, and your head shoots up, your expression falling into embarrassment. your eyes wander to the girl above you, and for a second, you stare palpably for a fleeting moment. with heat curling at your cheeks, you begin to fumble your words, "shit—didn't see you come in, sorry. hi, welcome to tony's."

the latina meekly flashes a soft, reassuring smile at you, and god do you look at her like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. "it's fine, i just got here," she murmurs, laughing lightly, as her gaze flickers to the navy blue mechanic's button-up that hugged your frame, her eyes fixating on your bright red name patch. and before you could respond back, a beagle appears at daniela's feet, its ears comically perking up, "hey, move along," you groan, gently shooing it away.

"sorry, 's just the owner's dog—she's usually a recluse, but i guess she just likes you or somethin'," you shake your head, a gentle smile painted on your face, before you raise your eyebrows, "so what can i do for you?" you tilt your head, fixing your gaze at eye-level, as you clutch your hand, sliding your notepad and pen into your pockets.

"my car—it broke down, and it wouldn't start. i tried to pop the hood open, but it started smoking, so i pushed it to the slot over there," she explains meekly, her hands clasped together, before she pointed out to her mustang. your eyebrows furrow, confusion washing over your features.

"you- you pushed it here?" you ask, laughing breathlessly, "christ, you know you could've called us, and we would've towed it, right?" you shake your head, a grin curbing your lips, as a playful glint remains in your eyes.

"i- fuck, you guys do that?" a sigh drifts from daniela's lips at your words, warmth spreading around her cheeks, as she wishes the ground could just swallow her up right now. god, she was embarrassing herself in front of you—an insanely, drop-dead gorgeous girl.

and really, she doesn't think it could get worse until you reassure her, your voice dulcet and coaxing, "yeah, but don't worry 'bout it. i think it's cute that you pushed it all the way here." the unbridled sincerity in your words accompanied by the series of giggles escaping your breath makes her knees buck, her self-restraint crumbling bit by bit. "anyway, i'll take a look at your car. 's the red one, right?"

once she nods, you brush past her, the plethora of keys cluttering your carabiner ringing through the lot. and while you were out there, checking out her car, daniela's gaze wanders around the place—random trinkets of spiderman, portraits, and posters crowd the back of the front desk. a bright red clock sat above the posters, ticking each second, and accompanying it was a sign that read "please ring the bell for service," with the words "don't" scribbled above it. and before she knew it, the door jingles a second time, the bells chiming, as you enter back inside.

your navy blue button-up was completely discarded, now swung over your shoulder, and instead, you had a grease-stained mickey mouse graphic shirt on. a thin line presses onto your lips, and reaching for your notepad in your back pocket, you pop the pen cap off. "your car isn't in such bad shape," you start, trying to alleviate her worries, before writing down on the notepad hurriedly, "your fuel pump's a lil' faulty, and you have a coolant leak." your eyes flicker to the latina, watching her profusely nod, trying to process your words. and continuing, you explain the time it'd take to finish the repair and the cost—the only words, 'not gonna be finished until at least next week,' registering in her head.

daniela huffs in defeat, crossing her arms against her chest, "next week? fuck, that's gonna be awhile," she mutters under her breath, worry lines creasing her forehead. you lean against the counter, shrugging, "i know, i really can't do that much—there's still a lot of cars that need to be fixed before yours," you murmur, a frown jutting at your lips, as you look back at her.

and with your eyes tracing her features, you blink, noticing the latina's tense posture, her fists clenched; you could tell she was visibly nervous. you teeter, as you cock your head, a resigned expression on your face, sighing, "i- i mean, if you wanna stick around for a little, i could, maybe pull some strings. just this once though." at your words, daniela's eyes light up, a fox-bright gleam in her eyes, and the corner of her lips quirking up, as she crosses her arms loosely against her chest, "really? you would do that for me?"

you hum lowly in your throat, nodding your head slowly, and scribbling over words on your notepad, trying to keep your eyes glued to your paper. you nearly go into anaphylactic shock at her smile, as your eyes flicker to her features, "yeah—'course, i'll see what i can do." a toothy smile curbs your lips, and you're so sure you look like an idiot trying to win her over—with a simple repair job at that—but you're just desperate.

you shrug, grabbing your toolbox that had random stickers stuck onto it, from under the counter, as you stroll back out into the lot, the curly-headed girl following you shortly. and noticing your stickers, daniela chuckles, "you must really like spider and mickey mouse, huh?" a teasing smile plays on her lips, as she watches you freeze in your movements, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

"you could tell?" you murmur, as you lean over the car hood, pulling the handle up, and popping the hood. you softly hum under your breath, before you look back, the girl standing gingerly while watching you, "you- you can pull up a chair from there if you'd like," you mumble, your hand pointing to the stack of chairs by the window. your eyes darts around the different fuses, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a.

"what's your name anyway? never got it," you ask, as you check the clogged fuel filter again, your hands moving around meticulously. "daniela," she answers flatly, her eyes shamelessly trailing down your body. your face scowls at the blockages, too lost in looking at every fuse of the car to even notice the latina mindlessly watching you intently.

"you're a lifesaver, you know that?" she cracks up, chuckling, as she watches you concentrate with your eyes all narrowed. you roll your eyes, shaking your head, "been called stuff here and there but never a lifesaver." you tilt your head, a shit-eating grin curling on your lips. she scoffs, shaking her head in response, "i'm sure you're just exaggerating to make me feel special." her gaze flickers to your lips and then back to your eyes.

and for the rest of the repair, silence falls, leaving daniela with her thoughts. while you scrutinize her car, replacing a few things here and there, daniela couldn't help but notice the way your muscles flexed while your chest rose and fell, exasperated grunts escaping your lips every few seconds. synonymously, she couldn't help but chastise herself for gushing over you—a girl she barely knew but a sweet one at that. your eyebrows furrow, the tightness blooming in your chest, as you toss the girl a look over your shoulder, checking up on her, before brushing away a feeble string of sweat on your forehead.

after a good hour, you screw the hood closed, as you turn your head over to look at daniela—the girl practically knocked out on the small chair beside you. a chuckle escapes your breath, before you tap her shoulder, waking her up. "it's all good now. sorry for uh, keeping you out for awhile," you profusely apologize, dropping her keys onto her lap, as you wipe your hands on your rag, leaving your hands awkwardly clinging to your belt loops. a look of pity washes over your features. your heart knocks and knocks out of your chest, as you try to discern her expression, hoping she wasn't too bored.

daniela shakes her head, and with her voice smooth and calm, she drawls out, "it's fine, at least it's done earlier than in a week." it felt as though you were gonna drop dead at her reassuring tone, and in response, you hum, trying to dismiss the heat spreading at the tip of your ears. you lean against the car before fumbling over your words, "you- you can try out the car, see if it works y'know."

the latina nods slowly, "yeah, i'll definitely try that," as she enters the car, twisting her keys with a quick flick into the ignition, and finally does the engine actually rumble to life. you couldn't help but let a smile dance along your features, your arms crossed against your chest, as she rolls down the window.

"how much do i owe you?" she asks in a hushed tone, and you think for a fleeting moment before murmuring in between your teeth, "$30's fine," hoping nobody else could hear—especially when you lowered the bill by more than half of its original price. and in response, daniela furrows her eyebrows, clearly confused at how the price was now suddenly lower, but she nonetheless shook it off, handing you the money.

and before daniela takes off, she winks at you, a grin plastering her face, and you swear your heart squeezes ever-so-tightly that you could combust, melt, and ascend to the heavens. with your cheeks flushed, you take a few steps back, watching the curly-headed drive away from the lot. before you could wave, your coworker—kazuha—teases, "you know you have a fuck ton of cars to fix, and you need to pay the rest of her bill," as she nudges your shoulder.

you huff, sauntering over to the cash register inside, "shut up, it was worth it," you murmur, as you open the register, pulling out your wallet. you narrow your eyes, as you notice words written sloppily with a black marker on one of the bills daniela handed you.

call me, pretty (###)-####-#### - daniela

"can't believe a girl as gorgeous as her wants… whatever you are," kazuha snickers, raising her eyebrow, as the japanese girl flicks your forehead, making you push her playfully in return. you huff, a scowl on your face, before you slip the written bill into your pocket, shoving bills from your own wallet to pay off the rest of daniela's tab. and maybe you did have to work extra shifts to repair the rest of the cars, but you got daniela's number, and that was all that mattered to you right now.

so when you look me in my eyes

will you take some time?

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[sturniodoe]

out of place

player!chris x sweetheart!reader

chris had sat down in one of the top rows of the lecture hall. he had his laptop open and was barely listening to lecture every once in a while writing down something the professor said. he already knew the notes would be uploaded onto youtube so he didn't feel the need to pay attention.

he had only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before so he was basically surviving off of his red bull and the fact that he had already missed a few lectures before.

it wasn't until the professor started to call on students that chris actually began to pay attention. when he looked up he noticed the professor had called on one of the girls sitting a row below chris. she spoke up her voice soft and sweet yet it could still be heard by the entire class.

chris examined the girl; she was wearing a white cardigan from what he could see and there was a bow tied into her hair. after the lecture ended everyone got up and chris immediately made his way over to the girl.

"are you an engineer major?" chris asks and the girl jumps slightly before turning to him.

you hadn't notice chris approach you until he'd spoke up. "no, i'm a fashion design major" you said giving a tight lipped smile. "and you're taking physics? you're in the right class right?" chris' brows furrow.

"yes actually, i enjoy physics so it's an extra class i wanted to take" you laugh before smiling. chris swore his heart stopped for a second when he saw your real smile and not the tight lipped one you gave him just moments ago.

"i'm y/n" you say and chris clears his throat. "christopher, chris" he says and you nod "nice to meet you chris" "likewise" he clicks his tongue and you walk out of the hall; he quickly follows.

you could feel your cheeks heating up as you walked away only to hear his footsteps following you. "wait, i actually know of a party happening this weekend you should come by." he says his voice confident yet it dies down. you nod but know you most likely aren't going to go seeing as you have to finish a piece for your fashion class.

"great could i give you my number so i can text you the address?" chris asks smiling and you pull out your phone from your pocket before the two of you exchange numbers. "awesome, i'll text you" he smirks and winks walking away and you nod again not being able to think of anything to say.

a few minutes later your phone buzzes and you already know it's a text from chris.

engineer major ⚙️

hey sweets

a/n: reupload because my silly self deleted the original

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[snoopyhq]

TYPE: Viktor x GN Reader

GENRE: Fluff

SCENARIO: Adopting a cat with Viktor <3

WORD COUNT: 797

SETTING: Modern day, essentially

A/N: Hi chat! So first post here for this silly little sideblog of mine, hehe. First time writing an x reader too, lowkey kinda nervy. This is very much a self-indulgent, impulsive 1 AM kind of work, so I hope you enjoy, Viktor Nation ⚙️💛 Requests are open! I pretty much will write whatever, within reason, so go wild <3 :3

BONUS! Picture of my kitty Delilah at the end <3 !!! I love her :3

“Are you excited? I am,” you said, killing the engine.

“Me too. Whichever we decide on, I know we’ll both love the creature,” Viktor replied.

In front of you was a quaint building tucked between two other shops in Uptown Square. It was the same building you both had been wanting to visit for quite a while, and today was the day.

The two of you have been talking about potentially adopting an animal, and now that life has fallen into a livable routine within your apartment, it was time to make the crucial decision.

You both quickly figured you were cat people, and it was easy to agree on going to the one of local cat cafés to meet your future pet. Piltover Paws had a section in their website that showcased which cats were available for adoption, as well as brief descriptions of each one.

Lovey, a beautiful black-and-white kitten, had immediately caught your attention. Viktor, on the other hand, was drawn to Prism, a calico with a missing eye.

Even then, you were both open-minded to see how all the cats would intersect with you both.

The café staff were kind in their greetings. After rules were explained, you two were led to the cat room, which was separate from the café area. A chorus of curious meows immediately greeted you, and there were a couple other people who had booked the hour there too.

Viktor sat on one of the many plush couches scattered around the room, and you went off to mingle with some of the cats in the play area.

All the kitties were wonderful. You tried to remember which was which based on the photos you saw on the sight. Lovey, of course, had you wrapped around her paws immediately. Her purrs and chirps melted your heart, and as she batted at the toy you held out for her, you looked up at Viktor. He met your eyes and smiled softly. The sight of you melting over such an adorable critter would be one of his favorites for the rest of his days.

While you kept busy with Lovey, Viktor was observing Prism. The calico was hiding in a corner, away from the other cats. He was clearly shy, and nervous to approach. So Viktor waited. His patience proved fruitful, because Prism had slowly begun emerging, curiously sniffing at Viktor’s cane. He laughed to himself, letting the feline acquaint itself with him.

“Good kitty,” he whispered.

Slowly, he reached out his head towards Prism’s right side.

“You’re like a little puzzle piece of me,” he murmured. Prism allowed Viktor to gently pet him. His fur was soft as can be, his good eye closing halfway in contentment.

Soon, Prism had decided Viktor’s lap made the perfect napping spot. He was stuck to his seat, but he didn’t mind. When you walked over with Lovey trailing behind you and weaving in between your legs (the little troublemaker), a mutual agreement passed. You had to adopt both these kitties.

The application was filled out. The team explained they would be in contact with you two shortly to go over some general housekeeping and to ensure your home would be suitable for the cats.

The date was set.

You went home and began waiting with bated breath. While Viktor went to his study, you decided to pass some time to read some more of a recent novel you’d checked out.

It was around 6:30 when the call came through. Ten minutes conversing with the volunteer, and your adoptions were approved! You could come pick Lovey and Prism up anytime between 9:00 and 3:00 tomorrow, and you were eager to get there quickly.

By 9:30 the next morning, you two were well on your way home with the two new additions to your growing household. Prism remained quiet in his carrier, while Lovey chittered at every corner, much to your and Viktor’s amusement.

“Talkative, isn’t she?” he inquired.

“It was in one of her descriptions. Glad to see it’s true outside the café,” you answered.

“Much like you,” he teased. That earned him an annoyed huff, but the affection in your eyes dispelled any actual grievance.

“They’ll do well adjusting,” you said after a while.

The city was behind you now, the sounds of Piltover fading away. The carriers were set down and slowly opened.

Viktor watched Lovely immediately went sniffing around the living room, ducking beneath the couch. Prism slowly followed suit, making it a few steps before finding his way back to Viktor, nudging at his leg.

“I think they will,” he nodded, leaning down to pet him. “They’ll look lovely in future postcards, wouldn’t you agree?”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Holiday cards to Jayce and Heimerdinger, and any other friends, with photos of your cats in holiday gear and cheer? It was perfect.

“Absolutely.”

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ •••• ━━━━ ••●••

here she is! my little diva 💜

[commanders-quarters]

🎬

Once again, its knees buckled, and it toppled towards the ground gracelessly. The sensation of the cold concrete should have been new and exciting against fresh joints, but instead it was abrasive and unforgiving. His trousers are able to absorb some of the impact, but the curt screech of chafing metal is enough to tell him that some damage was indeed sustained this time. This time. It got lucky the seven other times prior.

This was humiliating. He felt like a child with a scraped knee.

Denewiah's frustrations were vented through a brief exhaust of white steam, which billowed from its card slot in a borderline dramatic display. In times of anger, he found it more beneficial to avoid speaking as much as possible, lest he blows up into another raging tirade.

"Sir, I think maybe you're... bending your knee a little too abruptly! And you're probably exerting too much weight onto your calves, too... if I'm being honest," Helui piped up.

With a visible twitch of one of its wires, she wised up and went silent.

Easier said than done, when you have no real muscles and a barely functional form of nerve endings, he groused internally.

"You're allowed to ask for help, you know... I feel bad watching you trip over and over... It's okay if you're having a hard time adjusting to the new body..." Wanni gently suggested.

Tartar's ink ripples as he swivels his head in the direction of the timid elite, attempting to dissect her intentions with his critical lenses burning across every tick in her facial muscles. This soldier seems genuinely concerned for his wellbeing. So why does this make him feel so... angry?

Pity. It doesn't need pity. Not from them. Pity from them is unproductive. Pity from them is patronizing. Pity is reserved for the feeble. He is not feeble. He's stronger than all three of them combined. How could they be so ignorant?

For a moment, it nearly lays into her with a defensive dart of sarcasm, but it ceases the line of action promptly, its attempt fizzling out into a cut of static. Denewiah instead turns his head back around and narrows his focus onto regaining his footing. With great effort, it's able to rise, its clumsy limbs managing to coordinate themselves just enough to bring it off of the ground. His legs wobble as they fight to stabilize themselves again.

"Awww, you're almost like a newborn fawn!" Wakapi giggled impishly.

Not a beat of deliberation passes before his left arm lashes out, the metal framework of his hand narrowly nailing her in the nose in a thoughtless assault. Reflexively cupping her now broken nose, the Octoling cries out sharply and lurches back as an abrupt dose of pain blisters across her cold face. The other two had been cautious enough to back off before such an incident happened to either of them, but it was clear that one of them enjoyed being within the commander's crosshairs, for better or for worse.

"YOU ARE LUCKY I BARELY KNOW HOW TO USE THESE THINGS! DO NOT MISTAKE MY BLUNDERING FOR COMPLAISANCE." snapped the automaton.

Wakapi flinches back this time, sniffling in a disoriented rhythm as her nostrils clogged up with her own inky blood. Wanni and Helui both give their coworker a silent sidelong glance as she smears the product of her bloody nose across her sweeping palm.

Tartar's left arm jolted and twitched in an aftershock from the unexpected physical activity before falling to his side once again. An apology does not arrive with it. Regret is absent from his expression. Its ink bubbles and broils, and its speaker crackles and spits.

"Leave me be. You have all overstayed your welcome." it added, the artificial vocalization resonating with a festering bitterness.

Wakapi's eyes pinch shut from the pain, and she keeps them closed of her own volition as she realizes she's too ashamed to look him in the eyes now. Helui grasps her shoulder tightly and begins leading the injured soldier out of the room, all while muttering under her own breath about how idiotic Wakapi had been. Wanni reluctantly trails behind them both, her shoulders sheepishly hunched inwards as she fiddled with her own hands in front of her waist. One last glance is spared over her shoulder at the seething telephone, but no more than that.

Denewiah is finally met with the reassuring embrace of silence. Only now does it stop to feel the lingering pain in its inexperienced legs.

[mokabeanzz]

TFP OC ⚙️🔧

Meet Ultra Violet, an autobot engineer. She spend most of her time building and taking care of the base. Discovers old hollywood films through Fowler and get way too invested.

References :

[darkcreamz95]

⚙️ Logatec's Finest Engineer

Happy Birthday to Joker Out's orange cat drummer~

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[oflostinfound]

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