Wait!!! My Plane Needs To Land/silly

Tera’s gonna hate herself after this more trauma to the pile

*I begin frantically repairing her systems* Wait why don’t I just flood this place with oil?

*I flood Tera’s mind with oil in hopes of cooling it down*

-🥽

That seems to have done the trick, steam plums around Tera's chassis, the solver beginning to stitch up any still lingering damage to her processors.

And yet... she still creeps ever closer, claws dragging across the wooden balcony, a horrible scraping following her as Kiara was pressed up against the wall, a clawed hand coming to rest by her head, leaving grooves in the wood.

Tera licks her lips, long grey tongue coming out of her mouth, fog leaving her maw as the solver symbol remained fixed on her visor.

Kiara closes her eyes, fists balling against her sides and she turns her head away, not being able to bear looking at her any longer.

She whimpers when hot tongue meets the side of her face, fear building up inside her core.

"Tera... please..."

The solver drone suddenly drops into a heap, visor going blank.

[Reboot, Standby!]

Im going to do a follow up with them cuddling, and yes it is connected to this comic :3

Happy for you *Goes to a cry bucket almost filled and it is made specifically for @ask-elliot-doorman-fam*

I need a new bucket :(

No no sad :( *Processes to give all of Tera’s favorite thing in order from least to greatest*

No sad… no sad no more I can’t take it :( you’re too relatable

"Sorry?"

"Oooh, my room just filled with oil and guns."

Oh shit… well, it ALL GOES DOWNHILL FROM HERE BABYYYYY Good luck Tera cause once you get older you’ll have a truck load of trauma just waiting to hit you which all it’s got

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 68)

N slowly pulled himself out of sleep mode, limbs feeling heavy and sluggish, he'd been awoken by… something? Not alarming enough for him to snap awake but enough for him to be roused from consciousness.

His gaze fell to the warmth cradled beside him, her tail swaying lazily as she purred softly, she was facing away from him, but both his arms were already wrapped around her, her head resting near his shoulder.

Riiiiiip

Ah, so that was the sound that woke him up, his head roving around the room to place the source of the sound, eventually finding Tera in the corner of the room, tearing a small pillow to shreds with her teeth.

At first, he almost went back to sleep, something in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't worry, she was just practicing hunting, and was in no danger.

Before the less primal part of his brain caught up, and realized she shouldn't be trying to rip something apart at all. And he sprung up and forward to separate her from her cotton-filled prey.

“No! Tera! We don't destroy things!” He lightly scolded, grabbing her by her onesie-scruff. She only tried to wiggle her way to freedom in response, kicking and pawing into the air at him.

He took a look at the pillow, sighing as the fake-cotton fluff fell out of it, she'd made a decent hole in it, and it was covered in teeth marks and drool where she'd tried over and over to rip it.

“How'd you even rip it?” He asked, more to himself as he looked back at her, she was snapping in the direction of it as if it had wronged her. Bearing her teeth.

Teeth that… looked way sharper then they had just yesterday.

He did a double take, putting one of his hands under her armpit to gently but firmly grab her while he examined her teeth. Poking a finger into her mouth.

There was no denying it, there were now tiny fangs present in Tera's mouth, currently tangled with thread and cotton from where she'd ripped at the pillow, she didn't appreciate her father poking around in her mouth, growling at him as she tried to thrash.

What… did this mean? Tera had picked up some of their traits, sure. The chirping, the growling, the purring. Even his spooky ‘X’ occasionally. But this… this wasn't something she could just learn! She shouldn't have fangs!

Though it did explain the teething…

“Uh…” His mouth fell open uselessly before he pulled the thread and cotton out of his daughters mouth and tossed the pillow through the thick curtain and outside so she couldn't knaw on it anymore. And sat her back down, watching as she continued to crawl around like nothing happened.

He blinked, before crawling back over time Uzi and gently shaking her awake.

“Uzi…”

“Mmmgh, go away…” She mumbled sleepily back, flicking her tail in his direction as if to wave him off, he got a little louder, more urgent.

“Uzi. Uh, There's kinda a problem.” He shook a little harder, making her groan and stretch like a ct as she lightly shoved him off, before flopping back on her stomach, shoving her face into the pillows.

“Tera has fangs.”

“Mmhm.” She made a kind of affirmative noise before her tail went stiff and she quickly moved to get up.

“Wait, what?!” She pounced over in Tera's direction, making the toddler look at her mother in surprise as she was once again put on her back and her mouth was examined, much to her dismay.

“H-holy shit.” Uzi poked her finger with one of Tera's fangs, reeling back surprised when it actually hurt a little. Blinking as she looked back over at N.

“H-how? She shouldn't -she's a normal worker drone-” She released the droneling, who went back to minding her own business, and swatting at some dangling lace.

They both went silent, lost in thought, before N thought back to the moment he'd gotten a small taste of her oil, with a slight irony taste.

“Your oil…” He said slowly, but it seemed like Uzi had already come to that conclusion herself, holding her head as the realization hit her. Tera had been infected since the first moment she'd donated her oil, even before they'd even considered her adoption.

“I… didn't know… It never, it's just code, I-” She stopped herself, knowing damn well it stopped being ‘just code’ when she had a full pair of lungs and was currently growing a baby inside her.

“I did ruin her…” She mumbled, curling in on herself as that thought made a path of destruction through her head. As always, N was there, pressing his head against hers and getting her to calm down.

“You do the best you can, with the information you have.”

“Huh?”

“It's… something Tessa used to say. You didn't know, you were being helpful, donating your oil. If you knew, you wouldn't have.” He admitted, while also stopping her spiral before it could start, he gestured over to Tera; who had begun trying to rip into another pillow, thankfully unsuccessfully.

“Look at her, she's happy and healthy, she's not ruined… just different. Like us.” Uzi watched as her daughter pounced on the pillow, bouncing off of it and rolling to a stop before shaking her head and doing it again, an (albeit aggressive) smile on her face.

“I guess it really makes her ours now huh?” Uzi acquiesced, leaning into her boyfriend as she sighed. She still didn't feel great about unintentionally infecting Tera with the solver but, if they had made her themselves wouldn't it be the same outcome? She'd have been born with the solver, just like Uzi.

“She always was. But… yeah, it does.” N replied, watching their kit try and fail to hunt a pillow, hands interlaced.

Oh my bad false alarm I’ll go back to the “I must question everything” corner sorrryyyyy

Kiara and Tera, where do you see yourselves in the future? Any goals, relationships, or plans?

"Not sure... probably just end up joining the guard, I've already taken the training, just need to turn 18."

"Um... I'd like to make art and stories professionally... but there's not really much need of that here. So maybe a medic, like my mom?"

"You can be an artist, just because there's no one else is selling there work doesn't mean there's not a market for it, just means no one has the same talent as you."

Kiara smiles and puts some blonde hair behind her ear, clearly not expecting the compliment.

"Thank you!"

Noooo, you’re a good friend you make her happy a bad friend wouldn’t care but you do it’s okay. :]

Tera you gud? I think that drink was a century old…

And Kiara I give you a weighted blanket

*Gives a weighted lavender blanket with a lioness sitting in front of a setting sun.*

"I'm... good!" She pounds down the rest of the oil like it's not fermented. "Woo!"

"Hehehe Hic"

Mmm I’ll let you reflect on everything you’ve said and done.

*gives Tera catnip*

If her eyes were blown out before, now their huge, taking up most of the real estate on her visor as she exposes her underbelly to the ceiling, purring like mad. Her tail flicking lazily around her.

Her vision is hazy, a feeling of relaxed euphoria taking over her entire body, Kiara is giggling at the display, which catches her attention.

Tera slinks up to her best freind on all fours, nuzzling her cheek with her own with a sound that resembles a "mrrrap". Before flopping onto her lap, desiring to be pet like the overgrown house cat she was. Kiara laughs lightly, entangling her fingers into black hair as Tera shut her eyes in absolute, drug aided bliss.

"Awww, ma bonne fille, it's so nice to see you so relaxed. Do you feel good Ter-Bear?"

Tera doesn't respond, but the purring is enough.

I KNEW IT

It was abound to happen with all the extra sleepovers.

Another ask sorry t-I cannot wait until later for this ask.

Have you had a nightmare or nightmares while Kiara was around?

"No."

"Yes."

"She curls up in a ball and grabs her tail, then gets all trembly. Sometimes she'll say things."

"Usually she'll calm down if I put a hand on her."

"I-I, what? How long have you been doing that?"

"Awhile. I don't mind, I don't want you woken up by nightmares."

Tera looks like she was just hit with a brick...

You taught her that didn’t you Tera

Oh yeah, has Bishop seen the rings?

"Rings?"

He gets a curious look on his face and goes searching for his sister, finding the door to her room slightly cracked. There are two voices on the other side in hushed tones.

"You think you'll regret it?"

"Of course not. We both agreed on it right?"

Oh! Miss Roth must be staying over again... but what are they talking about?

"Just wanna make sure you're okay doing this, it's not fun otherwise."

Wat?

The sides of his head burn, s-should he be listening to this?

He knocks on the door briskly before walking in. He stumbles on... a scene.

Tera is slipping a ring on Kiara's finger, it's gems now modified to be partially teal and partially purple. They both immediately jolt, staring up at Bishop as his eyes wander to the matching ring around Tera's neck.

His eyes hollow.

"N-no. B, this- I can explain..." Tera moves a bit towards him, nerves displayed clearly on her visor.

He's screaming down the stairs a moment later. "TERA AND KIARA ARE ENGAGED! SHE JUST PROPOSED!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU GOD DAMN DRAMA QUEEN!" Tera roars after him- trying to catch him to literally shove a sock in his mouth.

New drawning!!!

!Pls reblog I want people to ACTUALLY see my art!