#brattizen

[bruiiser-blog]

@brattizen  punched the ♡ for a starter

           If Helga’s OVERALL ABRASIVE DEMEANOR didn’t SCARE people away it was the monitor lizard at her side ( on a leash of course. ) But she as still nonetheless INTIMIDATING. As much as the blonde LOVED Cujo he is a HANDFUL. The MONITOR LIZARD flicked his tongue out at her almost as to MOCK her, she scowls at her pet, before he BURPS a few feathers, she knows what’s coming next && she HATES him for it. ❝ Oh no- Cujo y’better not ! ❞ 

          He DRY HEAVES a few times, tail TWITCHING && before she knows it there it is for the WORLD to see- but it’s a GOOD thing she doesn’t care about what other people think. She’s SEEMINGLY unfazed at the HALF-DEJECTED pigeon on the sidewalk until she noticed it had gotten on someone’s shoes. ❝ I told ya’ not ta’ eat that pigeon- ❞ ( Pigeon Man would HATE her for this. ) Pausing to reach for a PLASTIC BAG scooping up the DEAD ANIMAL && throwing it into the trashcan a few steps away from her, she’d have to wash her hands a few times when she made it home. 

[vcice-blog]

" Did you get better at DANCING or WHAT, GIRLIE? 'Cause I GOTTA SAY, NOT EVERYONE has got MOVES LIKE MINE - it's all about PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE! I'M TELLING YOU! "

Kaho tilted her head at him. He sure shouted a lot. Her ears rang a little but she ignored it in favor of simply closing her ears.      “Practice may as well be my middle name,   I do it so much. Yes, my dancing is probably   better by human standards, but by my   standards… No. I could improve a lot more.”

[imnctanangel-blog]

What is one thing your muse deeply regrets doing?

The Questions For Sad Muses Meme

For Cassia’s main verse, she would regret not lettingherself want to live the life she wanted instead of abiding by her parents’wishes. If her mom hadn’t fallen ill, the path she would have taken would bemuch different. She feared for her mother’s life, and she’s unsure if herfather will be next.

[hexadecimalhell-blog]

To say that things had gone smoothly the first time that the fractured, degrading AI had encountered the man stuck in the 80′s would be one of the biggest lies that could possibly be told- Indeed, when first they met, they couldn’t have been more at odds. But something inside him had struck a chord with Mare’s scrambled emotions- He was somebody who had lost everything that he had ever cared about, somebody who had it RIPPED from him by life’s cruel hands- And just like she had, he decided to snap. He wanted to destroy the world, to see everything anybody else cares about torn to shreds in spite and anger- He was a man with nothing to lose anymore... 

So was SHE.

Somewhere, deep down inside her sparking circuits and broken code, she realized that they had a lot in common- And while her ability to empathize was long since torn to shreds by her rampant emotions, somehow, the fates had coincided, and she felt a sort of... twisted sympathy for one Balthazar Bratt, former child star, recent supervillain, and current psychopath. In a moment of strange clarity and generosity, something that rarely, if ever, graces her thoughts, she had taken him under her metallic wing- She did not know why, it merely seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Perhaps it was because he was the only other person she’s found that has felt her pain- Nobody yet knows, least of all her. But it bothered her not- Not currently, anyways.

Her fluctuating personality had settled upon a mostly sadistic outlook for now- Striding unsteadily through the halls of her command ship, she headed towards the ‘Crew quarters’, populated by a grand total of one living occupant- As the door slid open, she approached Bratt with a sick smile on her face, and cruelty dripping from her voice as her flawed gyroscopes, desperately in need of maintenance, tried desperately to keep her upright- She wanted to HURT somebody. She wanted to hurt somebody VERY much. To see them BREAK before her. She found that sort of thing... IMMENSELY satisfying. Her memory, whilst still fragmented like the rest of her, was all too intact when it came to her extensive knowledge of how to HURT somebody; She could almost be considered an expert in the field...

“It’s time, Bratt. Time to make somebody SUFFER. Your choice who- Don’t keep me waiting, now... You know I’m so very IMPATIENT, after all... Tick tock, Bratt. Make a choice. Who’s going to be DESTROYED today?...”

( @brattizen )

[t1-n33-blog]

@brattizen ♥’d

     “Master is sleeping.” Despite the difference in height and possible strengths, T1-N33 still cut a (slightly) imposing figure in the doorway. They stood firm, one servo clutched around the door and treads locked in place. 

     “He is not receiving visitors. I will have to politely ask you to leave.” 

[dadchem]

“Your style is radical! I’ve been thinking about getting some shoulder pads like that myself.”

@brattizen  added chemical x

[bendorama-blog]

brattizen replied to your post “This product is made of metal so if it is not to your liking you can...”

Theyre right tbh

“So you’re sayin’ that my fate rests solely on what my user thinks they should do with me!? That’s LOW. That’s like implying that a dog with three legs should be put down just ‘cause you don’t like the way it walks!”

[bopnty-blog]

  @brattizen    canon dialogue call  !

   “   this is real mystic ‘n all but,  uh,  y’ got anything to eat here ?    “