Despite Uzi Spending Far More Time With The DD's In The Start It's LIzzy That Becomes The Nerd Expert

draw to nori holding baby uzi

Nori holding baby Uzi- :3

I hope I understood what you sent correctly- sorry if you meant something else!

[yes, I am aware that baby Uzi would in theory be a Pillbaby, but I cannot draw Pillbabys for the life of me, so have non Pillbaby baby Uzi instead- TwT]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

Khan goes through fits of insomnia. His brain is swimming with ideas and urge to create doors. Sometimes there are no more doors that can be put it and he just stays up night after night after night just drawing blueprints to get it out of his system.

He always reaches this point of pure sleep deprived undercharged delirium. Crazed fast rambling, wildly gesturing to his blueprints, pacing around, anxious and snippy.

He can be a bit scary but ultimately harmless. Uzi is so used to it and often falls back on pushing her father towards his room “alright dad I think it’s time you go get some sleep” or gently offering him a nice cup of antifreeze and grease, something that always causes him to become sleepy

“here dad. Here, you love antifreeze!”

30 minutes later Khan is conked out asleep and dead to the world on the sofa with the tv on.

Had to draw these two-

technically I ship them both with Thad and Doll too, but I just wanted to draw these two for rn-

I am so proud of this-

I had to draw the raptor boi lol-

second image is him with his bioluminescence glowing-

Im working on a Murder Drones fanfiction for you guys! Doll centric!

Tessa 100% joined that trend where they show their dogs or cats various things for no reason, but with her drones.

“Showing my drones various things they’ve never seen before!!”

Cut to clips of her shoving her wallet in N’s face. He just looks confused as heck and pats the top of the wallet a few times with a confused smile.

Handing J an ear of corn. J slowly taking it, looking at it in confusion, then looking back up at Tessa and holding the ear of corn up back to her with a confused expression.

Holding V under the arm pits and showing her the insides of the cupboards. She’s not even awake, she’s in sleep mode and Tessa dosen’t realize it.

Everyone is talking about the DD’s having more feral animalistic traits but I headcanon that worker drones also have some traits.

They can’t purr but they do make this cute high pitched grinding noise. It’s short little bursts and it means they are very pleased with something.

They scatter like scared cats when theres a sudden loud noise now. That trait cropped up after the DD’s came to Copper 9.

They enjoy sleeping in very large groups. They feel safer this way, it’s like a schooling behavior.

Families with small pill babies will often times hide away until the baby can walk on its own.

They swat. Much like a cat they tend to bap and swat when irritated with someone or something. It can hurt but it really dosen’t do damage

They show their teeth when being aggressive or showing fear. They pull their lips back and show off their….frankly pathetic teeth in comparison to DD’s. It can be normal to see two drone just standing there near nose to nose just staring and showing their teeth. And yes that can often times mean they are about to fight.

They really like a nice good under the chin scratch. Most do, not all. Sometimes their foot will even twitch just a little

They can and will shake off like a dog. They can do it standing up and prefer doing it that way. They make a rather audible rapid ‘tink clank tink clank tink clank’ sound when they do it. They are more water proof than you think. They can spend a little time submerged in water but past a certain point they will be too far gone and suffer water damage. They also can’t swim so if submerged in deep enough water worker drones will ‘drown’ (die from internal water damage). They do handle rain well enough. Solver drones and DD’s have a longer span of time they can remain submerged.

WIP Wednesday #3

“I probably should have put this down when I was clipping your wing fur,” she muttered, brushing clumps of fur roughly off the edge of her bed before she lay the towel down where he had been sitting.

“Here,” she patted it, and N clambered back onto the sheets, parking himself in the middle of the cloth. She gently hovered her hands over his waist before placing them there, giving him a little push, and he complied with her silent request, scooting a few inches forward. Uzi smiled and ran her fingers up the small of his back and he straightened up with a cheerful trill. “Alright, lets finally get you sorted.”

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It's Wednesday again, friends! I have a bit of a longer preview for you guys below the 'read more' because I was feeling particularly soft over them this week hehe. Enjoy a cute little moment where Uzi cleans up her sweet boy!

N watched her curiously, twisting his shoulders to peek back at her, and she gave him an affectionate, yet distracted chin scratch as she reached for the bottle of surgical spirit in her kit, setting it aside. She dumped a bowl of batteries out onto the bedside table, indifferent to the fact they simply rolled right off the edge, and very carefully poured a few glugs of distilled water into its bottom along with the last dregs of the ancient shampoo. The plan was simple enough; she would use this to help tackle his mane, while she used a spare rag dabbed with alcohol to wipe clean the years worth of oil build up on his casing.

Uzi pulled on a pair of vinyl gloves from her kit carefully – even though her body was now host to squishy, probably pretty damp internal organs, the idea of water leaking into the joins of her fingers still filled her with instinctual dread. The last thing she wanted was to fry a circuit in her arm or something - regenerating missing limbs or healing over a gaping hole in her chest was one thing, but she had no idea how well her Solver could cope with water damage.

Scowling at the mixture with apprehension, Uzi pointed a finger at the bowl firmly. “Don’t. Kill me.” She muttered threateningly. She heard N snort, his back bouncing with a little giggle.

“Should I be worried at all about this?”

“No, you’re fine. Probably.” Uzi swirled her protected fingers about carefully in the water until soapy bubbles danced on its surface. She was pretty confident in N’s safety. She was only planning on using the foam itself, and even if a little water made its way onto his casing, he’d spent who-knew-how-long living out in an eternal, deathly snow-storm. Cyn must have made him weatherproof - a few drops of water was probably nothing to him.

Uzi scooped up a handful of soapy bubbled and scrunched them into the fibres of his mane, lathering them between her fingers. Almost instantly the soft, pale pink suds swallowed up the dust and oil, fading to grim greys and near blacks. She worked her fingers through the fur enthusiastically, scrunching and twirling it and massaging the soap into the hairline where it met his casing. She could hear and feel him purring again and she smiled, delighting in how the prickled spines softened as clumps parted into something softer.

“That nice?” She asked fondly, as she watched his tail wag cheerfully.

“Mhm,” he hummed softly. “It’s feels like a massage…”

The colour of his mane was more vibrant than she initially realised. As the years of grime, dust and oil faded with each new addition of shampoo, the dull gold stripes brightened to a vibrant yellow not unlike the hue of the hazard strips lining his wrists, thighs and heels. It already looked so much healthier, despite the haphazard length and missing sections along its stretch. The wonders a simple wash could do for a drone.

With a clean rag, Uzi ruffled the fur from the base of his tail up to between his shoulders to remove the foam, and then, she repeated the process again. She couldn’t deny the relief – this was working, it was actually working. The bubbles foamed a duller pink, but a pink nonetheless, as the last remnants of his life in the wild washed away. This time as she dried his mane, it puffed up; fluffing out and bristling, each individual hair now free from the crusted prisons they had endured.

“It’s pretty,” she didn’t mean to say it out loud, but she was glad she did when N offered her the fondest smile over his shoulder.

“…It is?”

“Yeah,” she pulled the gloves off and tossed them on the floor so that she could truly feel the difference for herself. The tactile sensors of her finger pads revelled in the softness, and how it twitched gently under her fingers as she hovered them slowly over their tips. Then she dug them into the thick fluff, scratching near the roots and N’s whole body rumbled in delighted approval. His tail thumped joyfully against the mattress again, once, twice, and then curled around her, draping itself loosely around her waist.