Uzi X N - Blog Posts
May I please enter the Gates Of Heaven? I’m am quite literally on my knees and I’m begging (just being dramatic)
I MADE A TUMBLR COMMUNITY FOR NUZI SHIPPERS!!!!!
Sadly it's invite only and idk how to change that so for now if you want to be invited reblog or reply to this post saying you do and I'll send you an invite :3
Can I please be invited to the this community which I consider the Gates Of Heaven Thank you for listening to my pleas
I MADE A TUMBLR COMMUNITY FOR NUZI SHIPPERS!!!!!
Sadly it's invite only and idk how to change that so for now if you want to be invited reblog or reply to this post saying you do and I'll send you an invite :3
𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲
— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader
synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD
— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?
— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)
At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.
"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.
He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.
Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..
N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.
By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.
His limbs shook with every step he took.
"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.
You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.
Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.
An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.
"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.
Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.
You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.
Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.
Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.
If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.
"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”
When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”
N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??
"You don’t look so good..”
N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.
He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.
"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”
N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.
"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.
A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,
Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."
You've never seen N this vulnerable before…
"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.
"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.
Was that...hunger?
Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.
"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."
A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.
"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.
After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.
“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.
"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.
You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.
"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.
In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.
N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.
"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.
Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.
For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.
N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.
He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”
He glanced away, clearly embarrassed "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”
N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”
With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.
"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.
"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“
N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.
"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.
"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”
N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”
He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."
N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.
"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.
N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.
"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”
“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."
"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”
N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.
“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.
"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.
"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"
Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.
"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.
His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.
But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.
His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.
"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered
"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.
"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.
“Dating n-now?”
"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."
N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.
"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.
"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."
You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."
N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.
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Would it be weird to write for Serial Designation N from Murder Drones x reader? because like… he’s so GRAHHH
Just some n and uzi doodles I did at school
They missed each other so bad
New rendering style? (not gonna use this again cus it takes the exact same time as my normal one but the process feels more tedious to do. Maybe I should find a nicer brush/method)
cute! :3
Had a bad day but drawing them made it kinda better :,)
Disassmbly Drone Body Language Part 3
the original intent has strayed so far, aughhhh. half these arent even body language. i cant call it any5hing else because hrhgsnrnndjgjfhfh
anyways if . questsions. ask and i answer idk… waves!
also if anyone wants to make screenreader text for these. please
also if youre a member of that one discord. 👋 hi
guess what i just watched. when she murder on my drone til i ep 7
i’ll get better quality when i go home tn
could you draw Uzi and N kissing each other?
already did it some times ago, but here :)
unfinished first part of this thing i'll probably never finish but wanted to post it nonetheless
guys did i cook?
if this doesn't happen in ep 8 i'm ending it all /j
murder drones ep 3-4 be like:
n and v from murder drones
N and V from Murder Drones are Divorced!
pretty much in an artblock + feel too lazy to finish SDD design so i'll upload some old art
A small snippet of a comic I posted on patreon a while back😅 you can find the full 15 pages on there. It’s not technically anything nsfw (they’re robots lol there’s nothing there) but it’s a little freaky. I just can’t stop drawing these two, I mainly make these things just for the dialogue bc they drive me insane and I’m genuinely in love with them
Beautiful duo they are.
PLEASE I BEG OF YOU LIAM 😭🙏🙏
if this doesn't happen in ep 8 i'm ending it all /j
Based
love how everyone agrees n and uzi should get married, settle down, and have kids /srs
Nuzi family photo: Bebe’s first flight
Murder-cons comic shitpost cause I’m bored #14: Just a bit of wholesomeness
*the whole family is flying in the air*
Niz: Flying in the air is so refreshing *weeee*, you’re doing great Bebe.
Nyc: Remind me mom and dad, why do I have to participate in this?
Uzi: Well, your younger sister Bebe just got her new wings.
N: And what better way to teach her how to fly by all of us going out to fly? Come on Bebe your doing great!!
Bebe: This is the best day ever!! *^^*
(Context: Drawing coming soon!!)
So um… I drew two more hellspawns- I mean Nuzi fankids.
Now there’s three….
And also fun fact: They all like nightcore for 0 reasons…
Murder-cons comic shitpost cause I'm bored #12: Who taught N that?
*Uzi and N in their dragon mode*
Uzi to Niz: Sooooo, what do you think?
Niz to N: Wooooooow, yours is so big.
N smirks: That's what she said.
Niz: ...
Uzi turns to N: Di-did you just make a sex joke?
my goofy ahh brain created this
Murder-cons comic shitpost cause I'm bored #9: Mother-daughter reunion
Uzi hugs Nori: Mom!!! I really miss you!!
Nori: I miss you too my little girl, you look shorter than I initially thought.
Uzi: What do you mean? *looks at her tall mom* I COULD HAVE BEEN TALLER!?!?
Nori: And it seems that you have wheels, I guess your father chose not to let you have a flying alternate mode like me.
Uzi: I COULD HAVE HAD A FLYING ALTERNATE MODE TOO!?!? Mom, your taste in men sucks.
Nori shrugs: I guess I'm just really into dorks.
Uzi looks at N: Damn it.
(context: Like mother like daughter, even the taste in men)
bonus part:
N: *:3*.
Nori looks at N: You like him?
Uzi blushes: WAIT WHAT!? NO!!!
Murder-cons comic shitpost cause I'm bored #7: The belly rubs
Uzi belly rubbing N in his dragon mode: Now who's a good boy.
N: Hehehe, me me me! Ok, now it's your turn *:)*.
Uzi turns into her dragon form: I don't know how I feel about this-.
*N starts belly rubbing Uzi*.
*Uzi purrs like a cat*.
Niz (my Nuzi fankid) walks in: Mom, dad, what are you guys doing?
N and Uzi: Uuuuuuuuuuh....
Niz: Can I join too?
(the whole family gets belly rubs, good ending :))
Just to make up for the fact that dragon N acts like a dog when belly rubs him
I'm just gonna make dragon Uzi purr like a cat when she gets belly rub by N and N only (maybe their daughter too)
Murder-cons (a Murder Drones X Transformers Au)
-Info:
all Transformer characters from all Transformers media exist within the same universe
the timeline is set in the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons
they inhabit an Autobot colony on a planet called Copper Alloy 09 with the 2 original moons in the show orbiting around it. It’s always snowy
they are a Cybertronian race called Workerbots with special traits: have artificial hair and mustache, all the bots have visor that can express their emotions through their eyes appearing on the visor, and the most special trait of all, the power to reproduce by just simply inject their own codes into a protoform (that meant N and Uzi could have a child), and same goes for the Decepticons on this colony
-SD-N’s infos:
feeds on energon
good at combat
V is N’s younger sister, J is his older sister
a goofy Decepticon who thought that Megatron’s way of leading the Cybertronian race will change Cybertron itself, but after seeing how he treats the people, he with V go rebellious but ended up captured by the DJD and then experimented on
-Uzi’s infos:
good at creating high-tech weapons
her full name is Uzi-Dorman (to not resemble the word “door”)
she has parents: Khan-Dorman (an old Autobot, mechanic, construction worker, leader of the W.D.F (the Wokerbots Defense Force)) and Nori-Dorman (also a rebellious Decepticon who also sees the ways of Megatron is wrong)
-Character designs:
N, Uzi (->earth mode<-)
V, J (beast solver form) (->earth mode<-)
Thad, Lizzy, Khan, Nori
Tommy-Doe
S (SD-S)
Pytagor/P
Niz (Nuzi fankid)
Nyc, Bebe (Nuzi fankids)
Young Khan
Doll (earth mode)
Ron
-Parallel Au: Devide and combine.
-Murder-cons comics.
-Chapters:
Chapter 1: The unsuccessful experiments
Chapter 2: Inner feelings
Chapter 3: Bots and cons
Chapter 4: The Dormans
-Extra content:
Chibi cons
Nuzi family photo
Nuzi kissing
Nuzi dragon cuddle
Genderbent Nuzi
Winesoda
First earth mission
-Other people's cool art section:
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