No-Handed Wonder

Multiship | Post MM10 | NSFW DWN.013 ONLINE and ACTIVE. Awaiting Orders.

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Do I have general trigger warning on this blog somewhere bc I probably should

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@element-heart

The older android always ended up in the worst situations. He was awful at taking care of himself, he was awful at being social without fucking something up, and he was awful at being what most considered s socially acceptable member of society.

That was only extrapolated by the amount of alcohol he regularly consumed. It was some weird, synthetic shit—made specifically for robots. It messed up their systems with a harmless little virus and self deleted a while later. It made his physical and mental condition both worse than usual. But that was where he was at the moment. He hung out around the outside of a small little cafe nursing a glass of—again, synthetic—coffee to snap himself out of his stupor before he went home. The gunner groaned as he rest his forehead on the table, and for once, his actual forehead hit the cold metal. He had foregone his armour for the day.

[dremora-tarandro]

A girl with white hair and sapphire blue cat-like eyes placed a gentle hand on the android’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You don’t look so good…” Her green and brown jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the gray hi-necked shirt underneath and her black pants and boots made her seem more combat-ready than the average human. But a thought came across her mind, 

why would a ‘bot deliberately get ‘drunk’ anyway? I hope he’s okay…

“hey, you okay?” she asked again, her eyes held concern.

[thatcrashbomber]

Crash’s drills rested on the table, and when someone touched his shoulder he almost stabbed the poor girl with them before he could tell his body no. He glared up at her through thick lashes and heavily lidded eyes, green staring and looking her up and down with what basically amounted to a pout mixed with a scowl.

“Hn?” This kid certainly didn’t look robotic. Then again, he’s run into some pretty impressive units before. Certainly nothing like him; with his plates and lack of skin and massive fucking bombs strapped to his arms. “Why does a human care if I’m okay or not? Don’t you have something better to do?” He turned away, drawing the straw back into his mouth. Having no hands made it a little hard to drink things.

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@element-heart The older android always ended up in the worst situations. He was awful at taking care of himself, he was awful at being social without fucking something up, and he was awful at being what most considered s socially acceptable member of society. That was only extrapolated by the amount of alcohol he regularly consumed. It was some weird, synthetic shit—made specifically for robots. It messed up their systems with a harmless little virus and self deleted a while later. It made his physical and mental condition both worse than usual. But that was where he was at the moment. He hung out around the outside of a small little cafe nursing a glass of—again, synthetic—coffee to snap himself out of his stupor before he went home. The gunner groaned as he rest his forehead on the table, and for once, his actual forehead hit the cold metal. He had foregone his armour for the day.

[thatcrashbomber]

The little ginger was, as was usual for him, trying to find something. His memory had only seemed to get worse as time went on—probably because he was so old and never got checked for any kind of bit rot—but he still was working on keeping on even with a little bit of a hard time remembering things. This time, he was trying to find Choir. She had gotten off somewhere and he didn't know where, so the little drill-equipped android was calling for her and looking high and low everywhere for her.

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//gently whispers into the distance pls like this post for a starter

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send me a εїз

and i’ll make a starter with a line from the last song the mun has listened to.

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A binary mind in a broken body.

art by in0my0u

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I'm kinda mean to tumblr fandoms I guess but the classic fandom has one very distinct advantage; you get to say you're not the Megaman X/Zero fandom.

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// I miss roleplaying and I miss this blog but the community is such a cesspool idk if it's even worth it to come back

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crashadventure

Things very rarely changed in Crash’s life. But whatever changes there were tended to be the largest he had ever seen - larger, perhaps, than that ever-growing burning in his chest and the amount of fluid he had undoubtedly spilled in his attempt to stay alive.

A form he had come to known as his own was before him, enough slight differences to simultaneously put him on edge and remind him that changes weren’t always so big.

”It’s weird calling you Crash, y’know,” came an odd sort of greeting, his words filtered through a sort of pout. A small sigh, and a drill came to rest on his hip.

“But it’s nice t’see y’a after so long.”

How many years had it been for him? A little taller. A ton more jaded. That sorry sight almost made her cry. “You… can call me Sis. Though, I don’t think I deserve that…” The last time she visited? A cute kid with a bird for a mother. “What happened to Choir?”

[crashadventure-blog]

Despite the look of tiredness the other always seemed to hold on his face, Crash gave the other a smile. He may have the tendency to be kind of an asshole, but he surely wasn’t impolite.

“Don’t see why y’wouldn’t. N’it’s better than both of us havin’ th’same name - “ He was going to continue, but the question caught his tongue. It was odd, seeing as how, physically, he didn’t need one to speak, but something about that genuine curiosity made him pause.

Crash looked down for a moment, then to the side. “Lower-level robots can only last so long before even repairs can’t fix them.” Gentle, quiet words were all he spoke of the subject, not wanting to elaborate.

[thatcrashbomber]

A binary mind in a broken body.

art by in0my0u

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titaniumthamnophid 

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He hadn’t been doing anything in particular. Really, he was just sort of wasting time. But it was the sight of green that had him pause for a good moment or two, stopping what he was doing to crouch and look at the small mechanically serpent that stared up at him with wide, red eyes.

A search snake.

“Snake?” His head tilted slightly to the side for a moment. If the snake was ehre, the other could only be close by. But where?

[titaniumthamnophid]

The Search Snake easily relayed the information, and Snake himself poked his head out from above.  “Hey there, Crashie.  How’s it going?  Do you mind if I hang out with you for a bit?”  Snake had spare time, and checking in with his brothers was always a thing he loved to do.  “I can leave if I’d be a bother to you, though.  I won’t force you to put up with me.”

[thatcrashbomber]

His head rose up when that familiar colour presented itself to him, a wide smile breaking up the freckled synthskin that covered his face. In the fewseconds it took for him to gaze from the small serpent to the more humanoid one, his stance changed from slight confusion and curiosity to excitement.

“Snake!” He shook his head, eyes looking up, “It’s fine! I wasn’t really doing anything anyway...!” A laugh accompanied his words, sheepish. But his excitement still permeated his words with every imitated syllable.

“I haven’t seen you in a really long time, y’know!” Cue a huffy ginger with his cheeks puffed out.

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titaniumthamnophid 

He hadn’t been doing anything in particular. Really, he was just sort of wasting time. But it was the sight of green that had him pause for a good moment or two, stopping what he was doing to crouch and look at the small mechanically serpent that stared up at him with wide, red eyes.

A search snake.

“Snake?” His head tilted slightly to the side for a moment. If the snake was ehre, the other could only be close by. But where?

[thatcrashbomber]

You don't need hands, just bury your face in it ~Dexter

Yes. Good.

Don’t mind him - he’s just going to do exactly that.

Sweets are the most important. Who needs personal cleanliness when you have a pie.

[thatcrashbomber]

As a welcome back gift. Have an M!A -throws a pie at Crash- ~Mirrors

He quietly stares down at the sweet before him.

”I...I don’t have hands.”

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recalibratedadventures

Some people would think it was odd for someone built to be so human would come with giant drills strapped to their arms. Honestly? Crash thought the same thing. His heavily segmented body was meant to replicate that of a human’s, from hair on his head to freckles dusting his synthetic skin.

But, he supposed, that was how most androids worked, right? After all, they were all made to be just-not-human. It was an interest concept that followed his thoughts even as he stepped under an awning to stay out of the light rain that was starting to fall.

Optics glanced to the side, taking sight of someone he hadn’t seen in a while. Well, maybe? For all he knew they may be one of his siblings he’s never seen, seeing how the multiverse worked and all.