Hazard(Vore-related account)

So I guess i’ll get the main elephant in the room outta the way the “vore-related” thing. Don’t expect it to be often but yeah. I might have a story that involves size-difference vore. 99% of the time it should be non-sexual but rarely i get a little self-indulgent and make the characters enjoy it but usually i’ll try my best to soften it to a point so it isn’t just straight up fetish content.

Moving on I guess this blog or account or whatever will probably be entirely fanfics and such, the way I do fanfics is usually you take the most canon representation of a character and add something to them. Some of it of course will be OOC if it’s too intense and may change the core of a character but overall I attempt to be accurate Ex:”What if character A loved character B, how would that realistically effect their personality well keeping it true and believable” or “What if this character was [insert form of mental trauma] , like super sad why would they be super sad? what actions would be taken by them?

I guess ill also mentioned the media I like well i’m here as you may of already seen there is

Murder Drones.(Love how much potential they have)

Forsaken(I love the lore and game but do NOT enjoy the community)

Rodamrix Among us Series(Niche I know)

And generally hero and villain stuff which I think is under appreciated don’t expect much fics about it

This takes place after the main events of the series.

….Beforehand it had been constant.. The searing, yellow flooding her vision, the crackling fire that had drowned entirely in agony she didn’t have a body anymore but she could still feel it, the fire on her body, the piercing sharp teeth-like things constantly closing in on her centre snapping down as it felt like she was constantly being drained, bled out, constant laughter echoing in her head never stopping always amused and taking delight in her pain… the laughter—that awful giggling that echoed inside her head long after her body was gone—all of it had stopped suddenly,

There had been one last twist of agony in her centre something being torn out..That should have been the end. Final. Quiet….but she doesn’t get to rest that easy..

Why!? Why was she still aware? Why did she still feel? Why was there only the sensation of floating—weightless, formless—in an endless void? No body, no voice, no warmth. Just the faint ache of a wound that would never heal…

Maybe this was punishment.

She could admit it now. She wasn’t a good drone—not really. The reflection came easily when there was nothing but void to reflect in. She remembered the classmates she’d chased butchered for the “plan” for revenge, the sick pleasure she had once taken in blood and fear…She didn’t need her parents to be there to know they wouldn’t of approved..She thought, at the very least, death would reunite her with them…that she would finally feel their presence again.

But no. There was no peace waiting for her here. No comfort. Just silence. Just stillness. Just cheated emptiness..It wasn’t fair.

The disassembly drones, they had slaughtered hundreds, been the solvers lapdogs..and yet they got to continue..and she was! Left adrift, robbed of even the dignity of rest.

But then—something changed.

At first it was subtle, a faint tug, like her code had caught on to a thread in the void. Something to cling to. A bit of gravity in the nothing…She let it cling..let it claim..

A red glow, sharp and unnatural, tearing through the black. The mark of the Solver flickered itself into existence above the sludge of blood and oil that Cyn’s corpse had melted into.

It boiled, stewed, pulsing like muscle, coiling and writhing until it latched onto the nearest body, one of the many worker drone husks strewn among the ruin. Thick tendrils wrapped around the body crawling and climbing its way to the core at the husks ripped open chest…

A tendril formed out of the mass that sharped itself needle thin and stabbed into the core, injecting itself until it filled it, the core lit up with the flickering barely alive solver symbol.

The core ejected itself using its crab-like parts before the symbol brightened illuminating and scanning the area. The oil surged, pulling in every filthy drop of it and every dark stain from the ground and other bodies, dragging them into itself as though gathering lost pieces. A body began to form, not cleanly, messy sludge, clutching protectively around a fragile, flickering core slowly taking shape and stumbling.

Her red eyes flickered into existence . A sharp, shuddering breath rattled out, steam showing, Steam hissed from all over across the messy shape of her “body”, oily drips sizzling to the floor only to slither back toward her, reabsorbed by some unseen pull.

Murder drones story, Oilrose

Alone.

The word stayed ever-constant in her mind. Every moment spent staring into the wastelands sky where ash and other toxic byproducts constantly moved through the wind. Still, she had no right to complain after all those 2 idiots made their decisions.

A traitor? Ha. The title made her roll her eyes. Betrayal required switching sides, burning bridges to stand with the enemy. She hadn’t switched sides. She just hadn’t followed them when they did. When N and V decided to take on the suicide mission of fighting that Eldridge abomination. Following that pathetic worker drone.

After all those years. Making sure that Cyn, or the Solver, whatever that horror is, saw them as useful making sure that they were doing their jobs correctly and not ending up on the bad side of someone who can wipe them out with a flick of her wrist, and now they call her a traitor. They were the one who switched sides. They were the ones who cast her protection aside. Fine. Let them. She never needed either of them anyway.

So what if they actually beat Cyn in the end. Cyn got cocky and played with her food trop much. J was glad she was dead. Good riddance….but if Cyn had truly wanted to if she hadn’t underestimated them. Yeah…they’d see exactly why staying on the winning team was the smart move….

But what use is it to dwell on those what-if’s? The facts are she’s here. The only sound being the wind and the snow-like crunch of copper-9’s implosion leftovers beneath her feet. Her wings deployed and she flew up and landed on a rooftop, perfect landing as always, she priced herself on not being the sloppy one.

She didn’t know what exactly the plan was now. No missions. No teammates. If they didn’t wanna see her again that was their choice. All she ever did was make sure they weren’t in danger and look at all the thanks that’s gotten her. Maybe she got close to V. Maybe it was….a noteworthy loss when the two fought….Her visor flickered a small emotional sting setting in before she brushed it off. She could live just fine without her. Without her care. She thrived on her own without those distractions…..

“Ugh. Quit thinking.”

She ordered to herself before sitting down leaning against the concrete wall. Attempting to forcefully silence her own thoughts….but every so often the time spent with her played…that annoying warmth….how pathetic it was to miss it.

Internal fans slowly winded down signalling the beginning of rest mode. As always the wind was the only other sound she could hear….until it wasn’t..a landing that turned into a stumble into a crash, cut her rest short. J looked over and saw V who hadn’t noticed her yet, brushing herself off as she got up.

V:”Ugh stupid thing..”

V cursed her bad wing as it didn’t take long for J to see the problem. One of V’s wing modules was loose. A simple fix if one knew where to look. Unlike the others J had taken the time to learn their own schematics. Always being the best at repairs, an interest she picked up from watching Tessa bring other drones online a long time ago.

Her observations were interrupted by V finally noticing her as a beat of awkward silence passed between the two.

J:”…Hey.”

V:”Uh..Hi….Im just gonna-“

V attempted to take off but as she did one of her wings didn’t comply and went limp, falling to her side as she stumbled, in instinct J made sure she didn’t completely fall. After it V gave a light push off, not harsh enough to show anger but enough to tell J not to make that much contact. J didn’t comment on it.

J:”Your wing is disjointed.”

V:”Yea I can see that.”

J:”No you didn’t.”

J felt a bit of old pride flare up as V shot a glare knowing full well only J had known what the problem was.

V:”….Well since I unfortunately can’t use my wings to take off and launch ash in your face, I suppose stairs will do.”

J paused, taking a moment to think before mentally scoffing at herself for offering this.

J:”Or you can let me fix your wing.”

V went quiet for a moment, thinking of how to reply, a teasing jab of 'as if' ? accept it?..after some thought V put her usual tone back on.

V:”…Well I suppose that would work better. I’d rather not have to walk all the way back…plus you seem lonely.”

J:”There’s a difference between lonely and enjoying the quiet.”

V:”Whatever you say.”

J:”Ugh…just sit down.”

J walked behind V as she complied, J began working. It felt…unreasonably tense for how simple a process it was, V had planned on finding J again eventually when she knew what she wanted but she hadn’t figured it out yet and wasn’t ready to encounter her.

V:”So…why are you just resting on a random rooftop?”

J:”It’s better than the ground. What else can I do?”

V:”Well I don’t know, come back and apologize for working with Cyn.”

V had spoke a little bitterly well glancing back at J. Who just rolled her eyes in response.

J:”I don’t have anything to apologize for. My actions were logical and understandable.”

V:”Yea…doesn’t matter who gets hurt if it’s logical right?..”

J:”I tried to offer you a spot on the same team. It isn’t like I didn’t care.”

V:”Yeah but you didn’t exactly show a lot of that care either.”

They both went silent after that before J resumed working. After the silence stretched V just sighed dropping the usual sharp tone.

V:”…Were you planning on making any attempt to come back?..”

J:”…What?”

V:”Well it’s just…I wanted to know if you were content leaving it-leaving…us like this.”

J got mentally stunned. She figured V hadn’t wanted her around after all if she did she would’ve come a whole lot sooner then this. Did she want J to chase?…Was she supposed to?

J:”….What did you want me to come crawling begging for forgiveness or something?-“

V:”No, of course not I just- ..ugh..forget it.”

J:”No. Go ahead and say it….”

J then became slightly prideful again as she spoke

J:”…You miss me huh?-“

V:”Of course I do. We dated. It’s natural, but I’m not gonna just come to you all 'please come back' . No, what I want is for you to show that-….that..”

V admitted without shame before faltering near the end as J let her pride go aside for a moment to speak

J:”…That what?”

V:”….Ugh I know you offered me a spot on the same team and in your own way that was your way of saying you care but it didn’t feel like it…it still felt like you threw away all we were easily. I wanted you to be the one to at-least try fixing something so I knew that I wasn’t so….discardable. It’s dumb but there..Ya got me to admit I missed you. Happy?..”

J fell silent processing it all, she debated keeping it that way, she fixed the module as she moved back letting V know she can fly away, V looked at J leaving an opening to respond.

J:”….Im not sorry for working with Cyn. As I said my reasons were understandable.”

V scoffed

V:”typical-“

J:”Let me finish….I may not be sorry for them but…i’m sorry for how they made you feel..I never meant to..hurt you that way..Yeah, I was ready to let stuff just..stay like this, but not cause I didn’t care. I just didn’t think you expected me to attempt, I figured if you wanted me around you’d say so….I care about you.”

The wind became the only noise again for a moment as V listened…J hated being vulnerable like this not injecting pride or softening any words but if anyone deserved to see J like this, it was V.

V:”….I..I guess that works…I guess it makes sense in your logical mindset why you wouldn’t see that….thanks for the fix..”

V didn’t exactly know how to continue..so she prepared her wings…but before that..”

V:”…tomorrow i’m searching for parts with Uzi and N for whatever the hell she’s building but usually we split up when we search…wanna assist me then?”

J:”…uhm..”

She mentally thought about how it would go if she encountered N or the worker drone again before just sighing

J:”…Yea I don’t got much else to do anyway…”

V nodded before letting her wings ready.

V:”….Take care of yourself for me okay?”