#and then im back to normal and Fine again

[reader-from-nowhere]

i have!! a few questions about brim!!! (i am drawing rn)

since brim is/was a medi drone—does he actually recognize / is he able to understand the concept of factions? like, i’m sure he knows what war is because that’s what he’s treating many wounds for, but if he were to encounter an injured enemy, would his being a medic take priority & would he even really understand why that’s not what he’s meant to be doing? i assume medi drones would have served their purpose without discrimination, & even if brim is sentient now, i’d assume that tends to still take precedent. idk if this question actually makes any sense haha

can we have a height comparison to other bots...

weirdly specific, but what’s his relationship with ratchet? you can add on his other relationships too ofc but like. i wanna know ab ratchet. because i saw that drawing of ratchet unknowingly cuddling his head thinking it was a normal medi drone and it got me thinking because i am a SUCKER for parent ratchet but i dont want to assume!!! :)

does he detach his head to recharge.

can he get injured the way other bots can? i assume his head is obviously vulnerable but aside from that if his frame gets hurt can he just. repair it and be fine? if so, has it ever even happened yet, and did anyone else take notice (plus freak out over it)?

i think you mentioned him still not really seeing himself as a bot..? i know he expresses how he must perform his function and such, but has he ever outright dehumanized (? debotized..?) himself in front of the others? (feel like there’s potential for ratchet to hear something like that and just get So Worried but i’m projecting again..)

does he have abandonment issues / separation anxiety? if so, how does he react to being (mostly) alone at base? is there anyone in particular he’d miss or be afraid isn’t coming back?

considering that he’s originally a medi drone, does he have a fear that making too many mistakes will result in him being decommissioned? :)

ok thats all for now im kinda bad at askinf questions hope this wasnt too much aaa bye

I just wanna say that I’m genuinely so happy that people do actually take interest in my characters, I had a blast reading this thank you :)

For the questions:

1. Like you said, Brim does know about the war and the factions. He does not, however, understand that he’s not suppose to treat mechs from other factions, he’s mostly just confused about why he can’t do his job. Despite what any order says, Brim consistently breaks them regardless of which faction the injured belongs to. This applies to organics as well.

2. Brim is a head taller than Ratchet! He’s a lanky boi :)

3. Since Brim comes from a dead ship that is long forgotten by Cybertron, some of his medical practices are rather…outdated, so Ratchet did serve as his mentor for a bit. Brim does seem particularly attached to Ratchet since he reminds him of the days where he used to be just a drone and being held and pet by his ship’s old medic. So yes, Ratchet is sort of a mentor/parental figure for Brim :D

Ratchet himself sort of sees Brim as a victim of the senate’s cruelty and is trying really really hard to make him understand that he is NOT in fact, just a medic, he’s got all the wrenches ready.

3. He does, though he sometimes sneaks into the medbay to recharge with the other drones.

4. The only part of his body he needs to worry about is his ‘head’ and his energon tank, since if either of those things get seriously damage it can be game over for him. The rest of the body Brim can just fix up, since it’s mostly made of scraps anyway.

He’s been VERYYY careful so far as to not get seriously injured, but who knows, that might change :)

5. I’m pretty sure his insistence on the term ‘function’ is probably enough for the others to catch on to his dehumanization. But if it comes to it, Brim will 100% of the time choose to give his life before letting anyone else dies. He also works constantly, refusing to refuel in front of anyone (mostly cause he doesn’t really need it, as long as his tank is full he can keep working).

Ratchet is annoyed by this but he gets called a hypocrite pretty quickly.

6. Brim is separation anxiety king. He will pace around the ship and clean the medbay ten times over just incase it needs to be used. The crew comes back to the ship and they see Brim waiting by the entrance for Primus knows how long like

If there’s still people left on the ship Brim will go and hang around them, or just hang out with the other drones, anything to make it stop feeling like he’s alone again.

7. It’s less of a fear and more of an acknowledgement, Brim understands that the people around him won’t just up and throw him away if he messes up. But he thinks that if he doesn’t do his job right this time, the crew will meet a terrible fate just like his old ones and he will be left alone again.

[conron]

android! wolf x reader chap. 2

note: you guys asked and i delivered..... this chapter is something alright... enjoy! ill probably tr yto write more if my demons dont get me first

tags: um. nothing rlly tbh. typical wolf behavior and a bunch of bad jokes bc i needed to keep myself entertained. my bad if u think im horrifically unfunny :sob:

…

You think there’s something wrong with your android. 

Like.

Really wrong. 

To be honest, everything was going perfectly fine for the first week. It was odd to come home to a clean apartment and your android standing next to your bed with its eyes closed. But it’s your new normal now. When you walked in, it seemed to be processing something. Its LED flickering yellow as its eyes stayed closed. 

It was the day after you got it and you were still very very wary of it. Never having an android before. 

It stood there in its uniform, hands folded in front of it and resting on it’s chest. You’re sure that is not most android’s resting position but whatever… It’s dark brunette hair shadowing against the soft light coming from your window. 

“Wolf?”

Immediately it’s head perks up, eyes zeroing in on you as if it were an animal. You yelp because it’s fucking scary and it stares at you before looking out the window. You blink at it with half of your body hiding behind the wall, staring at it in your space. 

“Will this be the time you will normally come back?” 

“Um. No? I have different classes everyday.” 

It’s LED flickers yellow once again before nodding, as if it was logging in the information. 

…

“This is so fucking weird…” 

You mutter before scratching at your head and turning away. 

Your day is full of studying because college is truly nothing but pain and suffering and no one prepped you for that fact before you enrolled in classes. With your laptop in front of you, notebook in lap, and flashcards scattered along the table; you feel your brain melting. It bleeds into nighttime before the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. Saving the second essay you have to do today, you rest a cheek on the cover of your laptop. 

During this ordeal, your android stands on the opposite end of the table. Hands at its sides as it just stares at you. It’s really creepy but you decide to ignore it in favor of correcting the next underlined word in your document. 

When it asks what you need it to do, you reply with nothing. Feeling the pull of sleep rests in your bones as you close your eyes. It stands still at the edge of your table before it turns on a lamp nearby. 

When you wake up from your nap, your first thought is “oh god i have to finish my fucking essay, i’m gonna fail.” Then the second thought you have is that “wow that sound is going to make me kill myself.”

When you pick your head up, there’s your android standing next to the stove. It’s chopping something and you rub your eyes before pulling the blanket that’s on your shoulders tighter around yourself. You didn’t even realize how cold it had gotten in your apartment. Actually, when did you even get the blanket? 

Whatever… 

“You can cook?”

“Yes, It’s in my programming. You insisted on cooking for yourself yesterday though.” 

Yeah and you made the meanest egg sandwich ever, thank you very much. You don’t appreciate its demeaning tone so you huff and cross your arms on the wooden table. Still surrounded by the ashes of your enemies (college studying materials), you open back up your laptop. 

“What are you making anyway?” 

“Warm Carrot Salad with Spiced Pepita and Cashew Crunch.” 

…

What. 

“I’m making vegetable soup.” 

Great. 

You’re so glad it has sarcasm built into its system. 

You’ve never seen this model in any advertisements or commercials and you could wager a guess on why. 

“They were going rotten. So I made whatever I could.” 

It continues about how you should utilize your kitchen more before settling back into silence. You take this as a generous sign from God to let it go and just finish your essay. When you rush to turn it in at 11:59, it smells like the food is done. A hand moves aside your crime scene of flashcards, settling down rice that you didn’t even know you had and a bowl of soup. 

“Eat.” 

Is all it says as you mumble a gimme a sec as fingers fly over the keys. Clicking submit feels as good as an orgasm even if it is dogshit. At least you submitted it right? 

…

You eat the soup and rice in approximately two minutes. famished from your endeavors of selling your soul to the devil that is called university. The android actually cooks pretty well, but you don’t know why it’s oddly spicy.

Did you even have spicy sauces?

Well well well… your android must also be a magician! 

It does the dishes as you stuff your face before you finish and it also takes your plates. Tired from your day and from the food, your head hits your arms where they are on the table. Still surrounded by flashcards and your notebook, you decide to leave it all until tomorrow. Your first class starts at 11:15 anyway. 

There are footsteps that walk next to you; stopping next to your chair. A sharp jawline meets your vision as you see its brunette hair in view. 

“You should go to bed.” 

It helpfully informs you. You turn your head in your sleep-addled mind, before snorting a little. Raising a hand carelessly while keeping your head down. 

“This is how I sleep most days.” 

“Your back is going to give out in 10 years.” 

The advice leaves its lips wrapped in bluntness and slight snark. Didn’t you work so hard today? And this is what you get? You feel like a disgruntled father. 

“The fuck was your programmer thinking…? You’re such an ass…..” 

A murmur leaves your lips as you chuckle, a bit exhausted. Only a little even though your eyes are one blink away from closing for 8 peaceful hours. 

It doesn’t give you the grace of an answer. Just staring at you before your eyes close again, falling very quickly into sleep. 

There’s some shuffling before something pulls your chair out from under the table, you turn to complain before an arm slots under your knees and your face pressed up against fabric. But honestly you’re quite literally too tired to care. 

It’s silent as you press your ear against the light whirring of machinery, the android’s model name bright against your blearily opened eyes. It doesn’t care to not jostle around and you halfheartedly go to smack it. Your bedroom comes into view as your hand places right where its heart is. 

But you don't feel the light thrumming of a pulse beneath your fingertips. 

Soft and plush bedding meets your cheek as it lies you down. Your blanket greeting you like an old friend before you look up at your android that’s currently going to turn off your desk lamp. 

“Do you not have a heart?”

You’re met with silence before it stands back next to your bedside. A cold plastic hand snatches your wrist, a bit rough. It leans down, it’s grey eyes boring into yours. You wonder why the designers gave it such a handsome face if you never saw it in any advertising material. 

Your hand is pressed to his chest, covering his model name with your finger tips. You feel the smooth material as he stares down at you.

The warm glow of your lamp lighting his face up like a dream. Your drowsiness helping with the feeling in your chest, hand grasped to its chest. 

“Not a heart like yours, this filters thirium. It was created to not be a disturbance to humans.”

It’s voice is clipped and cold. There’s no consideration for the obvious underlying meaning in your words as you stare at one another. As always, it looks indifferent to your inner mental struggle. It makes your stomach churn with the homemade food in response to its robotic face. 

“Mmm this is why I didn’t want an android…” 

It’s met with a back to its face as you remove your hand from its ‘heart’. Standing next to your bed with slightly raised eyebrows. 

It’s not a him and it’s just a robot. 

“You’re not the real thing…” 

Sleep comes easily once again as it stays silent. Stepping back and standing next to your bedside like some weird humanoid gargoyle. 

…

When you brought it out for the first time, that’s when the real issues began. A girl needs to go grocery shopping, what can you say? So you let it follow behind you to the store. It’s been a few days of home cooked meals getting more and more spare and you don’t know how much more you can take. 

While you’re trying to decide if bread is really worth your last few cents your parents gave you, there’s squealing behind you. Karla from your How to Goon 101 class greets you excitedly, jumping up and down as she grabs your hands. You greet her with a small embarrassed smile, having dressed in the worst possible clothes to see other people in.

Your android circles around to peer into your face, you silently try to ignore its piercing glance. Its lashes flutter as its LED flashes red, yellow, then turns back to blue. Before it settles back behind you, albeit a bit closer. Your friend eventually leaves you in the bread aisle with a pep in her step and a “don’t skip! professor is cracking down on you people..” 

You’re left alone as your friend goes back to her boyfriend with a big grin on her face. A hand runs down the side of your face as you will away the slight jealousy. You don’t care at all! Not at all!

“Is that a friend of yours?”

Turning your head from staring bullet holes into the bread in your hand that’s half off, you meet the brunette’s cybernetic eyes. You have no idea why it’s asking you but you shrug anyways. 

“Yeah? Friend from my writing class.”

It’s silent in its reply.

…

Okay???? 

“Is that a problem?” 

“It won’t.” 

You continue your grocery trip without further complaint. Android holding your grocery bags in both hands as you walk along the street. The sign signals to cross and you walk in tandem with your android trailing behind you. 

25 seconds to pass. 

Suddenly a shoulder slams into yours. It sends you stumbling to the ground in all the glory of an  x reader fanfiction. Where’s Harry Styles and when is One Direction gonna buy you off from your mother? Better than your android watching you pitifully topple onto the ground like humpty dumpty. 

24 seconds to pass.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass!” 

A voice hurriedly snaps as it steps away. Not even to mention it was their fault for running into you but you bite your lip and try to stand up. Without a beat passing, a hand grips the wrist of your fleeing assailant. 

23 seconds to pass.

There’s a yelp and a “what the fuck” to the air as you look up. Your android, groceries all in one hand as it’s other hand tightening its hold on the man. Your eyes widen as it all happens in a matter of seconds, your android yanking the hit and run trainee back. 

People are stopped on the crosswalk as they stare and the people in their cars stare with bated breaths. Your android’s lips curl into a mean sneer as it twists the wrist of the man. As you stand, you watch as its LED flashes red. 

Said man has fallen to his knees as your android stands above him, its hair catching the sun and glinting off the synthetic fiber. Lips curled as it let go of his wrist before curling into a fist. 

“I’ll start with your-”

“Wolf! What the fuck?!” 

The word STOP??? leaves your lips as you grab its arm. Your fingers digging into its jacket, trying to drag it away. Flashing red, then yellow, before wrenching itself away and back to your side. You bow and bow and bow before there’s five seconds til the crosswalk turns red, grabbing your android’s hand as you run away from the people yelling at you. 

It’s hand is cold in yours, not gripping yours back. Just letting you drag it along with indifferent eyes as it scans the area. Your groceries shaking with the android’s fist turning white from the pressure on it. Your legs bring you to your apartment fast as you collapse on your small couch. Staring up at your stupid birthday present as you gasp out breaths.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” 

It straightens up as it settles your groceries down on the counter. The plastic pulled tightly from where it was holding all of them. It’s eyes staring at you with detachment that only an android can pull off. It’s eyebrows raised, unimpressed by your crass question as it puts away a box of cereal. 

“My programming provides a generous 3 seconds before triggering ‘Combative Mode’.” 

It says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if it came on the packaging it came with. Well maybe you didn’t have that because he just showed up in your apartment as a birthday present!

…

Well.

Straight back to the store it goes!!!!

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taglist(?! IDK IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE): @saiyara05

SORRY IF I DID IT WRONG IDK LMAOAO ty for liking that first chapter enough to want to be tagged

[kiokos]

Hi hi! Love your works, just wondering if you can do a Julian x reader oneshot? Where the reader is another teen soccer player who doesn’t really take Julian seriously. Not in a disrespectful way, but in a “dude chill we’re the same age” type of way! Don’t overwork yourself!

i’ve tried other things, but nothing can capture the sting of the venom she’s gonna spit out!

⋆𐙚₊˚ | featuring: loki julian

⋆𐙚₊˚ | setting: you’re the new player in a soccer team, and it seems like your teammate takes you a little too seriously..

⋆𐙚₊˚ | Requested by: anon

⋆𐙚₊˚ | A/N: OMG HAIII!!😙🩷 this is the first request i’ve had in a while HEHE !! The title is a little long but uh…… ITS FINE !! I hope that this is what you meant, feel free to req again if not🫶🏼! Btw this will be written as g/n reader as you haven’t specified their gender ;)! SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO SHORT IM CURRENTLY GOING THRU WRITERS BLOCK🥲 also lowkey broke my leg but we’re not gonna talk ab that!

(Tags: @ihe4rtme )

You gently tapped your fingers against the dining table, waiting for your other teammates. You had already finished up washing and was about to start eating, but then after giving it a little thought, you had decided to sit for a little and wait since you wanted to talk to someone while eating. Before you knew it, someone you knew, aka a teammate, came in.

Loki julien, a striker. He wasn’t exactly too bad to speak with.. you weren’t too sure about how old he was though, with how mature he acted. Ultimately, you decided that he couldn’t be that bad to talk to.

You lifted your head to get a good look at him before waving him over, and to your surprise, he actually obliged. As he approached your table with an unreadable expression, footsteps and conversations could be heard throughout the hallways and cafeteria your other teammates came along. As loki sat down next to you, you looked at him, eyes relaxing, and before you knew it you blurted out, “wait, i forgot, how old are you?”

Loki paused mid-movement, surprised at the sudden question that seemed to come from absolutely nowhere before responding to your question with a stiff, “i’m 17 years old.” 17- wait, 17!? He’s the same age as you then! That’s great! He won’t be immature or too boring!

..well thats what you thought until you two actually started talking. With you talking like you were raised in the streets and Loki talking like he was born and raised in the fanciest corners of France, you came to a conclusion: you, my friend, were absolutely and utterly cooked.

“So.. what do you do as a hobby?” “Play soccer.” “Righttt right… uhhhhh.. so twin, got anything you want to talk about?” You said, trying to lighten up the mood after your utter failure at trying to talk to someone who was supposedly the same age as you. “..well you’re the one who called me over here, so, I wouldn’t know.” He responded, eyes flickering from his food back to your face. You paused, chuckling awkwardly while rubbing the back of your neck. “Yeah righttt… haha..”

When you said that, loki frowned, and he sounded like he was about to say something, something along the lines of “why don’t you take me-“ before charles showed up, beaming, “HALLO Y/N! I just finished training! Let’s eat together!” You smiled up at the 14 year old blonde before going,

“Sure. Let’s also talk to loki a little!” You replied, looking up at charles. He nodded and sat down right next to you. Loki sighed, rubbing at his temples before looking back at you and saying, “so, what are your future career plans?” You paused. Is that a normal question to ask..?? Maybe it was and you were just too brainrotted to know? You weren’t sure. “Ah.. well man, i’m not really sure! Seriously twin, you gotta calm down a little! I’m new here, after all!” You chuckled back, barely registering what he said.

“Why don’t you take me seriously?” Loki said, looking at you. Charles looked at you then at loki, his expression screaming, ‘I regret ever choosing to sit here’. You paused, expression like a wet cat dragged outta water, stammering to find the words as you speedran like you were trying to beat the record for who can stutter the most in one sentence, “uh- well- what- what do you mean by that? We’re the same age, dude..? You okay? Did you hit your head?”

Loki paused as he looked at you, slightly frowning. “No. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, face NOT saving his lies. “Liar liar PANTS ON FIRE!!” You said, flaunting your fork right in front of his face. “I can smell your lies through your words.” You said, smug look on your face like you did something.

Loki stared at you as if you were stupid, saying, “..are you high?” The second those words slipped from his thought to out in the open for everyone to hear, charles burst out laughing — actually, scratch that; full on WHEEZING, clutching his stomach and rolling on the floor.. well maybe not rolling on the floor but he was close to!

You stuttered, voice going from high to low before you clutched your pearls and let out a squeaky, “no i’m not! I’m perfectly fine!”, which, to your surprise, ended with a soft chuckle and, “I was just kidding with you, don’t worry.” from him.

And with you embarrassed, charles clutching his stomach while wheezing at your utter stupidity and Loki chuckling - you thought that maybe this wasn’t so bad.

..and that you’d definitely be asking for loki’s number after this.

⟢ oki.. i tried my best.. it def ended worse than it started but ! Feel free to req again if u didn’t like it:)

⟢ BAII TYSM FOR REQ THISSS

[zazrichor]

D E V O T I O N

[ganondoodle]

anyway, im normal again

[mortiscausa]

i can't stop thinking how funny it would be if gareth's brothers did in fact recognise him and were just like 'well clearly he has his reasons so let's all be good big bros and pretend we don't know him' and then spend the next few weeks before he goes off on his quest pretending extremely badly that they have never ever met this kitchen boy before nope not at all even while other knights are looking at them and looking at gareth and going 'hmmm'

[daemon-in-my-head]

Ever thought abt what Durge may feel when embracing Bhaal again in regards to Orin or others?

Not the badass durge I mean btw. The one that's just too beaten and bruised to keep up this charade of a rebellion and just willingly gives in because they tried but nothing worked and in the end they'd rather become a weapon to be wielded again than keep going and enduring the pain of a lost purpose.

You ever wonder if such a durge prays that no one watches? That Orin wherever she may be won't see them giving in and giving up again, that she won't see Bhaal break her blood kin the same way she was broken in her last moments, relieving such a fresh wound again? That their LI won't watch as they break again, discarding whatever it was they must've once adored? What if they just pray that no one has to see as they surrender and self slaughter all that's left of them to the being that caused this mess in the first place, that no one sees their ultimate shame?

Much to think about (I'm trying so hard not to start another wip rn u don't understand)

[manygreetingsfriend]

i’m sooooooo normal about the god of war series. so incredibly normal i liked it a normal amount and would be so chill talking about it. don’t worry about the sign

[mumintroll]

okay i submitted my terrible essay without editing it my year is officially overrrr i am 3/4 of the way through university. hurray

[ganondoodle]

i wish i could get a break from my own emotions, i either feel nothing or everything constantly and so intensely, its so exhausting, i just want a pause, a break, a breather, a vacation from myself, something that lets me live and not be aggravating or aggravated for once

[wrightmourmarriage]

i looove the contrast between rick's vocals and the backing vocals in wearing the inside out, especially in the second chorus, like i think it's really important when talking about the song that the protagonist is giving this front-facing idea that he's fully relieved and committed to getting better while he's still hiding their turmoil and sheer anger at what happened to him. which could mean nothing about the mental state of richard wright

[muchmossymess]

"There is no place for magic in Camelot." NOOOOOOOOOO MERLIN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[wackywatchdotcom]

on a roll today with a bunch of posts of me talking abt a bunch of diff details about this show today and i remmebered i need to look at the different directions the characters are facing on their door icons. pomni and kinger and queenie faceg directly forwards. jax ragatha and zooble all face their right while looking to their left. gangle is facing her left. kaufmo directly faced his right. this means nothing but it means something in my heart

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okkaayyy it's a holiday yall know what that means. Every F/O gets rotated in my head at least once

[sojourn-rabbit]

You know. I think getting death-threats on the Internet when I was a teenager for liking the wrong things at the given time did in fact do a lot of damage to my ability to be a person. It turns out that did in fact have a lasting effect on me. Many such cases. Sad.

[arielluva]

the epic highs and lows of starting to get obsessed with something; giddy enjoyment and bliss followed by frustration that you can't stop thinking about it and feeling ill about it but also not really? all feelings ive experienced in the past like. not even 2 days. release me