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xetswan · 9 months

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Youngest Shadow- Home

Nine | Ten | One

It’s been 72 hours since I woke up. It’s been 120 hours since I, [Name] Swan have been announced as a missing person. The only people who know I’m “Alive” are the Cullens and my sister Bella. She’s been updating me on everything, especially Charlie and Rene. Charlie from what I know and have seen is beating himself up with guilt, Rene is too but I can’t see her from afar, it’s too bright in Arizona. I’ve been in Forks ever since I woke up from the change. Being in the Cullen’s house, having to be hidden from humans as much as possible.

Trying to control my thirst along with my “gift”. Having the ability to drain energy. Like humans and vampires. With vampires, I can drain them of their gift and use it for 5-10 minutes. It depends on how much I focus. It’s really difficult when not everyone in the house has a gift. Just enhanced certain things. Like Rosalie with her beauty and self-control. Emmett has enhanced strength, and Carlisle is more compassionate to not drink human blood. And due to my gift, my self-control is exponential, I don’t have trouble controlling my thirst. Off the bat, I didn’t feel gravitated to drink from humans. I hunted with Jasper and Alice for the first time and they noticed my eyes already turned that golden color.

Today, right now, I’m going to try and convince Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme to let me go home. Let me see my dad and let the world know I’m okay so I can go back to high school. Even though I am technically dead I still want to experience my senior year. They let me call Charlie once, with a minute phone from a random store that we had to destroy immediately after. I told him I was okay, sounding like I was out of breath but I told him he would see me soon and not to worry. Of course that doesn’t stop nor stunt his worrying even for a little bit.

With me being hidden I’ve become closer to everyone, even Edward. And with that, I thought I could get his vote of letting me out of here. But he sat with my partners, not agreeing with me.

“Hey, guys.” I walk into the living room where the four I needed sat comfortably on the couch. “Hey, lovebug.” Alice smiles and I roll my eyes at the nickname she refuses to drop. I stood in front of them with my arms crossed. “What’s up, darling?” Jasper asks, Carlisle nods wanting to know as well. “I want to see my dad.” I sternly state, getting right to the point. I feel the energy of the room shift. “[Name], we talked about this.” Carlisle starts but I cut him off. “It’s dangerous, I know but I feel like I can do it.” I plead, practically begging with the, “I have to miss out on a huge life experience! I want to go to prom! Please, it’s in four days.” I exclaim, pressuring them as I try to guilt them the best I can.

“And we’re sorry, [Name], truly we are.” Esme steps into the conversation. “Please, my dad is killing himself because of guilt!” If I could cry there would be tears streaming down my face right now. I watch Alice and Jasper exchange looks at each other then turn to Carlisle. I furrow my brows as they sat there quietly before Carlisle stands up. “There’s nothing you will say that will change our minds and I’m sorry. Our answer still stands as a no.” He tells me sincerely and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, my hands balling into fists.

“Figures. You should’ve just killed me. I would’ve come back anyways.” I snap, storming outside, not daring to look any of them in the eyes.

I end up near the border of the forest that is across from Charlie’s house, close but far enough that he wouldn’t even sense or see me. I watch him talking with Billy Black and Jacob who were holding stacks of papers with my face on them and right above my face is the word “Missing.” In big bold red letters. I painfully watch all of his mannerisms, they’re slow almost robotic. “Let us know if you hear anything, Chief,” Jacob says to my dad who only nods.

Billy puts his hand on my dad's arm. “She’ll come home, Charlie.�� Again he only nods and the two take it as their cue to leave. He’s been like this ever since he was told by Arizona’s cops that they saw my DNA off of the sidewalk outside Rene’s house. I don’t understand how my blood got all the way over there but it freaked him and Rene out.

I notice him lift his head up and I rush away, knowing he’s going to look in the trees. He does it every day as if I’m going to be walking out of them. He’ll be right one day. Just not today. I’m hoping I can come home soon, I know that if I don’t he’s going to have to resign as Chief, maybe even as a cop just because of how he’s acting. He’s been calling everyone who has claimed they saw me. Some were prank calls which made me want to murder them for being so awful to a man who just wants to see his youngest daughter again.

I hear footsteps running this way, slow ones so definitely a human. Having nowhere to run I climb up a tree skillfully quiet and sit up on a branch and look down.

“I can’t believe it’s the chief's daughter though.” It was a random girl and boy who looked around the age to be in college. “She’s most likely dead by now. Statistically wise.” The boy responds he’s technically not wrong. “I wonder if she’s a runaway though who just doesn’t want to go home.” The girl ignored his words about me being dead. People have their theories that’s for sure.

Once I know they’re gone and out of sight, I make my way back to the Cullen house. I sat outside on the steps, not even minutes later I hear the door open behind me, two pairs of feet making their way to me. “Hey,” Alice plops down next to me as Jasper goes off the steps and stands in front of us. “What?” I say defensively, not giving them eye contact. “We understand-” “No, don’t even start that bullshit.” I scoff, “I get we’ve all been changed into a vampire.” I laugh at myself at how crazy that sounds. “I don’t get to experience high school anymore. I don’t get to enjoy sports or prom which I didn’t even want to go to but now that I’m dead I want to! Realizing that I have never got my happy ending. I never go to die old, I got it all taken away from me multiple times!” I wanted to scream, to feel my heart race or at least run out of breath as I talked but I got none of that. “[Name], look at me,” Alice says but I didn’t move an inch. “We have a proposal,” She tells me.

I hesitantly move to finally look at her, listening to what they have to say. “We thought about what you said. We all talked it out.” She glances over to Jasper, who ends up carrying on the conversation. “We’re going to allow you to see Charlie. But before you get excited we need to make sure you’re ready.” He tells me, my eyes light up, I sit up straighter and turn to Alice then back at him excitedly. “Really?” I grin.

“Yes, we are going to take you out of town. See how you do in a crowd.” He explains further, stepping closer and I stare up at him happily. Sliding my hands up his legs to his jean pockets. Well, not without having Alice on my lap. “I love you both. I’m sorry for saying I wished you killed me.” I lean my head on Alice’s shoulder.

The next day everyone ended up coming into the city with us. Well except Carlisle and Esme. But I had to cover up pretty well. Wearing a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap. I was trying to cover anything that could stand out. I had Jasper and Alice’s hands in mine as we started going into a crowded area. I feel like I should be having a reaction but I am not. I’m perfectly fine. It started to make me go back to the first time I met Alice and Jasper. My smell never bothered them. It only bothered James out of everyone. I let go of them and go further into the crowd. Breathing it all in.

I can definitely smell a difference but not a difference that made me feral. I definitely am questioning things now.

I glanced back to my family and I jumped up and down. Rosalie put her thumbs up as Emmett was chuckling. Even Edward smiled at me. Alice and Jasper seemed iffy but they brought me into their arms. “Let’s go make you look a little rough.” Rosalie steals me from my lovers. We race back to the house and she pulls my mask off for me. I gently take off my sunglasses. I get changed into my clothes from the day of the attack in Arizona. I also have to put contacts in of my original eye contact. We go outside and roughen up my hair a bit. We all stand outside. “Alright, we’ll see you later.” Alice skips over to me, pulling me into a kiss. Jasper comes in and forces me into a kiss as well and I laugh at the both of them. “Bella texted, they just got home,” Edward speaks up, and I push away from both of them. “Thank you,” I tell him and I wave everyone goodbye, emerging into the forest. Running through my familiar route to Charlie's house, to my house.

I stop right before the road and I notice my dad in the window talking to someone on the phone. I slump my posture and head towards the house, I go up the steps and knock on the door. I patiently stand there, the door swings open with Bella smiling there. After a few seconds she calls out for Charlie. “Dad! Someone’s here for you!” She steps backwards and I hear fast footsteps. The fastest movements I’ve seen him make in a while.

“Huh? Who- [Name]!!” He immediately pulls me into his arms it was a tight hug and I feel tears dampen my shoulder. If I was still human I know I wouldn’t have been able to breathe against his hug so I acted like so. “Can’t breathe..” I tap his back as if I was struggling. “Right, sorry.” He wipes his tears, sniffling and he holds onto my shoulders. “Where have you been?” I shake my head, “I lost Bella, I tried to find my way and this guy tried following me and I got even more lost. I took taxis and um snuck onto a train trying to get here but I barely had any money.” I explain to him, pretending to wipe tears since I can’t actually anymore. “I’m so sorry.” I apologize but his eyes soften. “I’m just glad you’re alive and in my arms.” He tells me and if only he knew I was not alive.

“We need to call your mom and everyone else.” He excuses himself and I laugh in agreement. Bella comes up to me and hugs me. I breathe it in and I realize what they meant by her strong scent. It almost burnt my nose. “How did you convince them to do this?” She teases me and I shrug. “Honestly I don’t know.” I sort of lied, knowing it was because I dramatized how miserable I was.

And the next three days my dad had taken me everywhere with him, not letting me out of his sight. Rene ended up coming to visit with me for two days of the three before having to leave being convinced by me that she should still live her life.

They took me out to eat a lot which let me tell you, human food. Disgusting. Absolutely horrid. All it tasted like was sand, dry, dry sand. But I have to shovel it down like normal to seem well normal.

Everyone has been coming to visit me as well. Mike dropped by and it was definitely awkward. Right now I am with Jessica and Angela in my living room. Charlie has been outside making phone calls still to take down everything about me missing. “When we heard you were missing I like so thought you just ran away or something,” Jessica tells me and I press my lips together in response. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” Angela chimes in, going to take my hand but instead, I stand up. “Uh,” I clear my throat, “You guys want something to drink?” I smile.

“Water, please.” Jessica nods and so does Angela. “Me too.” I go into my kitchen and groan quietly right before listening in to their conversation. “She looks prettier than normal,” Jessica comments. “She’s always been pretty.” Angela tells her. “Yeah, whatever but she’s prettier. It’s strange.” She was practically thinking out loud and I snicker to myself.

I bring out their water to them and place them on the coffee table. “Are you still going to prom?” Jessica asks and Angela’s eyes widen. “She just went through something traumatic I’m sure-” “I’m going.” I cut her off and smile to let her know it was okay. “I don’t want to miss out on prom,” I say.

“Good, we’ll have a blast.” Angela takes her water. “Do you have a date?” Jessica interjects and I stiffen a little bit. “Yeah, I’m going with Jasper and Alice.” I simply say. Normally I would have never admitted nor told anyone that we were going together but I genuinely just don’t care anymore and I don’t want to hide myself. Well, I have to in some aspects but in this one, I don’t.

“So, a third wheel basically?” She questions and I shake my head. “I’m dating them. Both of them.” I breathe out as I watch their faces falter but quickly pick back up.

“That’s different.” “Cute!”

They both spoke at the same time and I just agree awkwardly. Jessica changes the subject which cleared the air a little bit better. I was internally grateful that it was all left on a good note even though I know Jessica was going to spread that to everyone.

A few hours later Billy, Jacob, and Embry ended up coming over. We stood outside and they had practically jumped out of the car, lifting me up. I did my best to warm my body before they came. Wearing a thick sweater and jeans along with keeping my hands on a really hot coffee pot.

“You have no idea how worried we were!” Jacob exclaims and I sheepishly rub the back of my neck after they put my back down. “Seriously everyone was on the lookout. You were on the flipping news.” Embry tells me and I nod. “You aren’t the only ones to tell me that.” I laugh.

I turn to Billy and my dad was behind him. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Billy.” I smile softly. “Boys, could you come to help me with something in the back?” Charlie conveniently asks and they follow him to the backyard.

“You’re different,” Billy announces once they were all out of earshot and I glance back down to him. “I mean being a missing person does that to you.” I nervously say as if that could be obvious. “[Name] do not act stupid with me. I have known you for years.” He takes my hand and I watch for him to at least flinch but he doesn’t even react to the coldness of my skin. I think it only confirmed his thinking, disappointing him. “You’re still welcome on the reservation. Just promise not to become a monster.” His eyes sink into mine and I relax. “I promise,” I whisper. He lets go of my hand and the three come back laughing.

The boys end up coming with me to pick up my prom dress and I’m surprised my dad let us go alone. He only seemed to trust Jacob and Billy the most around me. He had Alice and Jasper come over and he was stiff as a board. Finally knowing I was dating both of them instead of just Jasper.

“So, where’s Bella?” Jacob asks me and I raise a brow. We had already gotten my dress and we were making our way back to Jacob’s vehicle. “Damn, I thought with me being missing for so long I’d actually come first.” I tease him and he stammers not meaning it like that. “I’m kidding. She’s somewhere with Edward.” I tell him and I notice him frown to himself. “Oh, cool cool.” He mumbles. Embry playfully shoves him and we end up hanging for the day.

The day of prom. I’m helping Bella down the stairs as we had gotten ready in her room. She’s wearing a dark blue dress that has a v-line and ruffles down three times. I ended up wearing a deep dark red that hugged my curves tightly, it had long sleeves and it showed most of my back. I almost picked a pink dress but I decided to do me and not match with Angela. Plus I think it goes with the Monte Carlo theme.

Edward takes Bella from me and I stand next to my lovers. “You look beautiful, darling,” Jasper whispers into my ear. I smile, kissing his cheek. “Alice lent me the dress. It was the only thing that would fit over my cast. Is it too-” “You’re perfect. I’ll take good care of her, chief.” Edward tells Charlie the last part. “Heard that before.” He says in a scoff. “Dad.” I hit him in the stomach. The three end up going outside and Bella and I stay back.

“I put two new pepper sprays in Bella’s bag.”

“Dad,” Bella warns as I laugh shaking my head. “And… you both look beautiful.”

Getting to the fancy place we walk in, looked arms and we meet up with Rosalie and Emmett. “Your dress is gorgeous.” Rosalie twirls me and i do the same to her. “You’re one to talk.” She grins, pulling me into a hug.

We pull away and watch Edward and Bella walk into the doors. Rosalie’s demeanor changes but the rest of us wave to them. The night went on to be a blast with us five as we danced together. It felt good.

It felt right.

It all felt… perfect.

The end of Twilight. New Moon is next!!! I hope you enjoyed this and you got to see part of my original writing works I guess. Thank you for reading:)

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rowretro · 2 months

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𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake @manooffline

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), shirtless-ish Riki

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

(PART 4)

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"Trust me Y/n I've tried everything... I even tried throwing acid, not even the skin got affected!" Jungwon exclaimed in a whisper as Y/n sighed. "I have an Idea... lets just attack him w everything we have!" She said as Jungwon thought for a second before nodding. It was at least worth a try, no matter how badly things may end up going.

Y/n watched as the robot worked around in the kitchen. Multiple pots and pans being used at once. The stove was on which made things perfect. Y/n pulled out the aerosol air spray, aiming it at the robo man. However Riki was quicker "Hazard detected. No flammables allowed near flames. Aerosol spray is a safety hazard!" He explained, yanking the can away from her, putting it far, out of her reach, where it'd be safe.

Riki turned the stove off, carrying y/n to the living room "Don't come in the kitchen... I've a feeling you might hurt yourself" The man simply said, his tone monotonous as Jungwon rolled his eyes. There and then, Y/n sprayed his eyes with a different aerosol spray, the robot not even flinching, Jungwon on the other hand, set fire to him with a lighter, yanking Y/n away, as he ran through the hallway, his grip on y/n firm, making sure she was with him.

The 2 came to a sudden halt. There before them was the metal man himself. Not a scratch, not a burn. just his poor clothes tattered clothes, with some flames on them. The robot man's gaze was dark, he slapped off the flames, slipping off the worthless shirt that revealed the majority of his abs. "You want to kill me?..." The robot asked as he stared at the 2, he suddenly approached Jungwon, seeing this, Y/n jumped in front of him "DON'T HURT MY BROTHER." She warned as Jungwon pulled her behind him. "Why would I hurt you 2?..." he asks, sounding a little hurt...

Y/n and Jungwon didn't know what to say or do. His eyes were holding sincere emotions, he looked like he was betrayed by someone he trusted with his whole living. "And you Jungwon? the one who created me? the one who's practically like a father to me?... Jungwon hyung? d-do you really hate me so much you wish I was gone hyung?" The robot asked, his eyes now swelling with tears. Y/n felt a little bad... not as bad as how Jungwon felt though.

"A-And you y/n?... i-if that's what you want then go ahead my darling, my world, my everything. I kill for you of course I'd even die for you sweetheart, I'll do anything for you to be happy!" The teary-eyed robot said, opening his chest, revealing the metallic ribs, and other human-like organs that were all metal and not so gory, inside was his heart, red, beating, real heart. "Stab it. if you want me gone stab my heart." He simply said, giving Y/n the knife.

His hands held tightly onto hers, making her grip the handle tightly. The blade inches away from his beating heart, yet he forced for her to stab it. Finally, y/n pulled away, not stabbing his heart. The robot closed his chest, the robotic system out of sight. "I-I'm sorry..." Y/n trailed off, as Jungwon hugged him. Riki hugged him with one arm, his eyes on Y/n who was staring at the ground.

A troubling smirk made it's way onto his lips as he examined how guilty she looked. Like she could kill him? his heart was indestructible. God humans are such idiots, little fools, so easy to break. Oh how Y/n believed him so blindly. It just adds to why he should be there to look after her, and keep her to himself 24/7.

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pencil-peach · 8 months

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Thinking about Guel and Suletta's Final Duel

When I first watched it, it was a little confusing.

If you take it straight as Guel says, what he's saying here doesn't really make any sense. Guel has no reason to stand in the way between Miorine and Suletta at this point.

He does sincerely care about Miorine now, but not romantically, and he also knows that he can't do anything to help her out of her despair.

He's already confessed to Suletta and was incredibly understanding when he was rejected, so it's not as if he's trying to step between them.

So this battle is clearly not about Miorine at all. So then, what is it about?

It's about Guel needing to prove to himself if he was ever a match for Suletta Mercury.

(More under the cut awooo ahwOOOOooo!)

It's never something that's outright stated, and it's something that you can easily miss if you aren't paying attention, but Guel and Suletta are Rivals in this series.

They have the most onscreen fights with each other. Their rivalry is one of the consistent undercurrents of the series, but the problem is that not a single one of their fights was EVER on even ground.

In their first match, Suletta was piloting a Gundam vs. Guel's Dilanza. The deck was stacked so heavily in Suletta's favor that it might as well not have even been a fight.

Their rematch was similarly cheated on Guel's end. His father rigged the sprinklers to go off, robbing suletta of her lasers. He wasn't even piloting the Darilbalde for half of the fight because it was being autopiloted for him. (And this is something he's clearly upset about)

And their third match was completely and utterly rigged from the start. It wasn't a test of skill between them at all. Aerial REBUILD Permet Score 7/8 was nigh undefeatable by any normal mobile suit, and so the only way to ensure Suletta would lose was to shut Aerial down.

So even after all this time, and all of their fights, Guel still doesn't know. He still doesn't know which of them is truly stronger. And that's what this duel is about.

Their final duel is also the only one between them that's on truly even ground. You can even see this with how they change the duel vow

It's just the two of them. No fathers to cheat for them, no ghost robot sisters to rely on, not even any mobile suits this time. A pure, untainted one on one fight. And the result of this duel will finally reveal the truth of which of them is stronger.

And well...

It was a foregone conclusion.

So why did Guel mention Miorine? Well, I think it's because when its for Miorine's sake, Suletta will not hold back. Every time the two of them have fought, Miorine was always the reason Suletta was fighting to begin with. Guel knows that if it's for her, Suletta will go all out. (And...also because he's dramatic....)

This was never an official duel, they aren't at the school, and at this point in the story, the rules regarding dueling have been completely shattered in terms of their importance to the narrative. They're just silly school rules, after all.

Even if Guel had won, I doubt he would've stood in her way. This was entirely for his own sake.

But what I truly love about this scene is that Guel was never going to win.

Suletta at this point in the story has become completely self actualized. She's broken free from the grip her mother has held on her for her entire life, she's finally living for herself, choosing for herself. She's come to terms with the mistakes she has made and is choosing to move forward for the sake of never repeating them. She's reaching out to Miorine, the woman who broke her heart, because she still deeply cares for her. She has come into her own completely and totally.

Guel, similarly, has made his own personal journey. He's put aside his pride, realized what running really means, has faced some of the very worst horrors of war and has similarly chosen to move forward for the protection of the things he holds dear. Without the strict hand of his father, he too, has learned to choose for himself.

But there's still something he's running from. Someone he doesn't realize that he's left behind.

Lauda. He's still running from Lauda. He still hasn't reached Suletta because there's still something weighing him down.

In his rush to keep moving forward, he completely shut Lauda out. Because he's still afraid to face him. He thought he was protecting him by bearing his sin all on his own, but all he's done is left Lauda alone in his grief, and until he faces that, he will never catch up with Suletta.

(Did you notice that the reason Guel lost this final duel was because he lunged forward without thinking?)

(It's his greatest flaw, after all.)

What a fool he was, to think he could ever best Suletta Mercury.

#guel jeturk #gundam the witch from mercury #g witch #suletta mercury

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ravenkings · 1 year

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Roman, who has always vibed with Mencken’s edgelord energy, sees no reason not to get on the good side of a history-smashing win. Roman knows who Mencken is, better than any of the Roys do; in Season 3, it was to him that Mencken expressed his openness to borrowing ideas from “H,” his pet name for Hitler. But what’s a little fascism between friends?

This had to be a rough episode for Team Roman, the “Succession” fans who love his broken-toy impishness and “Clockwork Orange” banter. He is funny, even while electing a white nationalist, telling his sister, Shiv, “It’s only spicy because if my team wins, they’re going to shoot your team.” That’s exactly what has always made him dangerous. Does he endorse Mencken’s worldview sincerely or ironically? Does it matter? Does an ironic arson fire burn any cooler?

His siblings respond with different flavors of ineffectiveness. Shiv, once a Democratic operative, is horrified at the “nightmare” of a President Mencken. But not horrified enough to sabotage her own schemes. Given the chance to ask the Jimenez campaign to promise to kill the Waystar sale — a deal she has been secretly working against her brothers to make happen — she fakes a call instead, and gets caught out. It’s a double-or-nothing bet with democracy as her stake, and she loses.

Kendall, meanwhile, resists with the force of a wall of Jell-O, telling Roman, “I don’t necessarily feel good about this.” Necessarily: On “Succession,” statements of principle are always hedged.

Kendall knows the stakes too. He wants to be good, or to be seen as good, and his daughter recently had an upsetting run-in on the street with an alt-right racist. But he also wants to win his company back. As often happens when he can’t reconcile his self-interest with his self-conception, he shuts down like a glitching robot, until learning of Shiv’s betrayal pushes him to push ATN to call the election.

His anger at Shiv is a reason, but it’s not the reason. As usual on “Succession,” this is about the money, and the dysfunctional family competition in which the money keeps score. As the brothers argue, Roman accuses Kendall of “big brother”-ing the election call, using seniority to get his way, just as Kendall did at dinner time when they were kids.

If only little Roman had gotten steak, we might have gotten democracy.

– James Poniewozik, “In ‘Succession,’ Democracy Goes Up in Smoke,” The New York Times, May 15, 2023

#i think people need to remember that literally no one in this show is a good person #and it pretty much says that in bold letters on the tin from the get go #if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen etc.#succession #succession spoilers #quote

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lady-yfrit · 1 month

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HSR 2.1 SPOILERS BELOW CUT - UNSOLICITED THOUGHTS

Okay ramble time bc binged the whole story just earlier

Aventurine is such a fucking wet cat of a character and I can't believe it took me until now to realise this

This update really was the "Acheron & Aventurine Adventure, also featuring the Trailblazer" and while I didn't expect that I can't say they did a bad job at all

He's still a bit of a dick fuck and definitely a weasel but I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't have trouble maintaining my composure at the closure of his story section, at him entering the stage (and again in the void at the end), just really well done

Also loved how fucking catty Ratio is with him and they're so "dated in college but broke up" coded lmao omg

Acheron powerful and cool idk what you want me to say

AND FIREFLY

THE REVEAL?? 😭

I genuinely hope it's what it seems with her and Sam being one and the same (or at least mostly, maybe the armour affects her a bit but not separate entities at least) because it's just it changes everything

I was thinking it was one of the explanations for her mystery and I had been spoiler about Sam actually being an armor / being tied to Firefly a while ago but it still hit me like a truck

Like, if she's actually basically Sam or more accurately Sam is how she presents herself then how does that reframe everything you do with her in 2.0??? Because it means she deliberately sought you out rather than you happening upon her because she's a SH and obviously knows you and has the explicit task of guiding you along

But then she puts in all the effort to get you to the edge of the dreamscape because she wants to honestly be vulnerable with you and kind of tell you about her (which I still believe was sincere and personal to her) and like ??? if she's a SH then she already knows who you are and must've specifically wanted to do that and I love that??

And also there's Sam talking about being bad with people and not really having a thing he's good at, just indiscriminate violence, and that carries so much extra meaning if it's actually her, the sweet girl who opened up to you about struggling with her weakness

It has so many implications and I really really hope it's exactly as it seems there, genuinely afraid it's gonna turn out to be a "Sam the exosuit is sentient and they're just bound together" type of situation

I know he's probably got links all the way back to the swarm disaster and I imagine he predates her but I'm hoping it's a case of she's a mechanic, or she somehow got it idk ramble

BUT ON THAT NOTE

IS THAT SAM SHE'S HOLDING THERE?? And it looks like a firefly / winged insect of sorts??? I adore her sm y'all you have no idea

Purely personal thoughts obv I totally understand if anyone's upset about the prospect of Sam maybe not being a killer robot of his own, I'm just really latching on to the way things have unfolded here

ALSO THE BIRD

I HAD THE THOUGHT THAT IT KIND OF LOOKED LIKE THE MEME COLOR SCHEME HALFWAY THROUGH

RIP Sunday

(he'll probably be okay tho if his sister is any indication)

#honkai star rail #hsr spoilers #hsr 2.1 #honkai star rail spoilers #hsr aventurine #hsr firefly #yfrit.txt

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wires (5) - michael afton x reader

author’s note: 2 chapters in a row???????? hehe

summary: You and Michael spend the day together. You receive an unexpected guest.

Chapter Five

You and Michael decided to start your workday by inspecting all the rooms of the old animatronics. They were spacious rooms, with empty stages and stored tables. The polite man who had interviewed you told you that the establishment had been intended to be a restaurant, but for security reasons it had been decided to turn it into an animatronics rental facility. That's why it was so spacious, making you feel a little sad. After all, what was supposed to be the start of a reference in fun and entertainment had turned into dark, empty and dusty rooms. You still couldn't understand the lack of animatronics, Henry's lie had been that they had been transferred, you couldn't understand why he would lie about the real reason for the lack of robots. Perhaps it was company confidentiality?

"Did you ever meet them?" You ask Michael, who is opening the door to the circuit breaker room. The man immediately stops in his tracks, a little surprised by your question. With your task of counting how many boxes and what materials were in them, you weren't looking at the man's silhouette, not noticing Michael's fearful posture.

Michael couldn't lie, after all, he has no reason to lie. He had already told you that he had worked in the establishment before you arrived, and indeed, he worked here before he died, in fact, his working here is what killed him.

"Yes," Michael tries to hide his own discomfort in his voice, which hasn't worked very well, but with your lack of attention, you don't notice it again.

"What were they like?" you ask, with a totally different tone from Michael, your voice full of curiosity and excitement. You had seen several posters and images of the establishment's stars in the corridors and in the elevator, they looked colorful and modern, which caught your attention.

"Hm", Michael tries to think of a sincere answer that isn't odd or frightening, "Big?", he replies insecurely, sounding more like a question than a definite answer.

"Big?!" you snap, dropping the pen you were writing on the report for Noah. You look at Michael with wide eyes, your curiosity only growing about the characters you faced every day in the elevator.

"Yes, bigger than any grown-up," Michael smiles at your surprise, finding your naivety at the whole situation cute. "It was a little scary," Little? Michael thinks, remembering the fear his younger brother felt when he met the original animatronics. They were big, noisy and had mechanical voices. Sister Location's animatronics were modern, metallic and with more refined gestures.

"They must have been incredible," you smile back, a little impressed by the fact that they were so big. You had seen the remains of replaceable or broken parts at Parts & Service with Michael, and indeed, they were heavy and complex, but the size of these robots was something you hadn't thought about.

"Yeah, they could have been incredible," Michael replied with the same dry tone as before, not wanting to get too deep into the topic. The idea on paper was revolutionary, animatronics made for the purpose of caring for and entertaining children, but Michael knew that wasn't how it worked out in practice. The man could still remember the emptiness he felt in his chest when he met Circus Baby, frustrated at only being able to touch and see metal parts, not Elizabeth's smile or beautiful hair.

"Cass would have liked it," you wonder, "Well, not now, at her current age, maybe when she was a bit younger."

"Yeah, maybe," Michael can't help the discomfort in his voice as he imagines your sister around any of these robots, after all, it hadn't gone well for either of his siblings.

You go back to writing down the items in the last box, leaving the weekly delivery report ready for Noah to analyze. The architect had asked for some special requests, requiring certain items or boxes to be in specific rooms to facilitate the team's creative process. You finish writing them down and start walking to the circuit breaker room, which is where Michael was.

"Watch out for the wires," Michael says with his back to you, knowing that it was in your nature not to look at the floor and end up tripping over the thousands of wires exposed in this small room. Michael tries not to look too far into the dark corners, still afraid of seeing Funtime Freddy peering through the darkness. Nowadays, it was Michael peering into the darkness to avoid being seen, *how the roles had changed.*

You proceed with caution, Michael's warning serving to draw your attention. "I don't usually go in here much," you reveal, "It's a bit scary." Michael lets out a small laugh, because frankly, you were right, Michael also found this whole establishment scary. The circuit breaker room was very dark, so the man didn't back away when you came closer to look at the buttons he was analyzing.

"It has some features - well, different features, is the phrase," Michael says, smiling as he presses the player so memorable to the man. The room floods with the robotic voice of the "Mascot Response Audio", which startles you with its abrupt loud noise.

"What the fuck is that?" you ask, hand placed over your racing heart. Michael laughs at your fright, used to the screeching sound of the audio that was used to ward off Funtime Freddy's attacks.

"It's pre-recorded audio to be used for the old Funtime Freddy," Michael explains without much detail, not knowing how to tell you that it was used to distract the animatronic from ripping his head off.

You nod, seeming not to have understood much, but you were still running on adrenaline from the scare, frightened by the noise and the darkness of the place. "It's creepy, I think that's the word," you say in reference to the one Michael had commented on, which brings another smile to the man's face.

"Good point," he replies, making his way to the exit door. The two of you make your way to the control room, with the intention of leaving your report in the room. Michael, motivated by your questions, was deep in thought about the first time he arrived at the facility, a man with a beating heart and driven to find his sister and the other souls trapped in this franchise.

"It used to be quite different," he says, interrupting the silence that was forming between the two of you. You leave your pen on the table and turn back to look at the man with a mask and hood. "What do you mean?" you ask, confused by what he's saying.

Michael smiles at your look of confusion, "Here, I meant, there were no corridors," he explains, leaning on the wall opposite you. "This control room was quite different too," the man adds.

"It didn't have corridors?" you ask, not understanding how an establishment like this wouldn't have corridors, "How did you get from one room to another?".

"There were ventilation ducts," Michael replies sincerely, not realizing the absurdity of his answer. Michael only notices the ridiculousness of his answer when he hears you laugh a little.

"What do you mean?" you laugh, not believing what you're hearing. Michael smiles back, loving hearing your laugh so early in the day, the decision to have spent the day with you seeming more delicious now. He had the privilege of seeing your eyes still a little puffy from sleep, hearing your voice and laughter, as well as seeing you concentrating on the tasks of the day, it was cute. Seeing you so early like this only made him more greedy and ambitious.

"I'm serious," he says with the least serious face possible, smiling and bringing his hands to his chest, as if pointing to his dead heart would bring credibility. "It was a nuisance having to crawl to work every day," Michael adds, making an uncomfortable face.

"I can imagine," you reply, still not quite believing him. After all, it was a bit strange to imagine any employee crawling through ventilation ducts to get to work.

"I'd like to see you crawl over to me," Michael adds, a confident smile on his face. Even if you couldn't see his smile, you could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

"In ventilation ducts?" your voice comes out a little slurred due to your embarrassment, but the image is too bizarre for you to pass up.

Michael shakes his head in denial as he laughs, after all, your surprise at the whole situation was admiring, he thought. Your reactions to the information Michael was telling you were cute, and it was impossible for the man not to laugh, overwhelmed by happiness for being with you. Thinking about the time spent with you was a foreign feeling for Michael, after all, until a few weeks ago he thought he would be stuck in the establishment, living out the remains of his unhappy life in the shadows, paying for the sins he didn't commit. Michael didn't like hiding, he didn't like the situation life had forced him into, putting him in the shadows while his father was still out there. However, as much as his situation hadn't changed much, still being trapped in the establishment and in the shadows, Michael couldn't bring himself to think of him as unhappy. Michael was happy in your company, he had abandoned any future predictions or thinking about the million impossibilities of your relationship working out, because he wanted to enjoy what he had now. What he had now was: you in the establishment during working hours. Michael had to be grateful for this, since this was what brought life to the long **dead** days of the man.

You put the report away in one of the drawers, taking your eyes off the man hidden in the shadows of the corridor, his silhouette slightly illuminated by the yellow light of the control room. You smile at the man, happy to be able to spend more time with him. As much as you'd like to spend that time trapped in the control room lost in the pleasure of his lap, you have bills to pay and a sister to look after. "We have to clean the Funtime Auditorium, given that Noah is scheduled to come tomorrow," you comment crossing your arms, "I believe he's going to measure the room."

"Hm, is he critical of cleanliness?", Michael asks, even though he knows the answer, constantly hearing the man's complaints seep through the walls of his hidden room.

"He is, and as much as the establishment is in good condition thanks to you and me," you smile, remembering the late afternoons you spent cleaning every inch of the place, "I don't want to risk it, to avoid the headache it would be to hear him criticizing my work," you flinch in irritation, already imagining the authority and rudeness in Noah's voice.

Michael is immediately irritated too, it's already unbearable to hear the way the architect treated his coworker, Alice, but if he spoke to you like that, Michael wouldn't be able to stop himself from leaving the establishment and smashing Noah's entire car. The masked man almost smiles as he remembers the many times he did just that in his teenage years, perhaps being a teenager with unaddressed anger issues had come in handy. "Okay, come on then, let me get the cleaning materials," Michael stops to stand in the archway at the entrance to the control room, "I don't want you accidentally dropping bleach on your skin."

"Like you're going to be able to carry all the materials in just two hands all the way to the auditorium," you complain, even though you know he could. Michael was strong, hiding his muscles under so much fabric to conceal his skin. But you can't help being frustrated that he takes all the heavy lifting upon himself, which makes you feel a little helpless and guilty about your lack of participation. "After all, the bleach can also get on your skin," you point out, starting to walk behind the man, respecting the distance he wishes.

Michael grins again, even though he knows that all smiles are invisible to you. "My skin wouldn't be affected," the man says with a confident tone, teasing you. You let out a small chuckle, unimpressed by the man's words. However, you feel a feeling you've never felt before take over your entire body. Your body or your mind, you can't pinpoint it to this day, has always reacted in a standard way when people are lying to you, whether it's intuition or heightened lucidity, you can easily spot lies. But for the first time in your life, you felt the truth. Your mind telling you that what Michael had said was true. It was a sensation so different from anything you'd ever experienced before that it stopped you in your tracks. You began to silence the world around you to try to hear and understand what your body had to say. But it wasn't a feeling that lasted, being present for a few seconds and then disappearing completely, as if it had never been sensed. Did you imagine it? Or did you misinterpret it? Maybe the feeling was just lack of sleep or hunger.

Michael noticed the silence of your footsteps, turning his head towards you to understand what had made you stop in the middle of the corridor. Your eyes were focused on the floor, a confused look on your face. Michael flinches when he sees that you seem frustrated about something. "Y/n? Is everything all right?" he asks, immediately causing you to raise your gaze to him. You nod a little frantically, not wanting to worry the man. In all honesty, you didn't take into consideration what you had just felt, as it was too new for you to assume or draw conclusions. Michael noticed your somewhat distracted and nervous posture, but decided not to press you to explain yourself or tell him what had happened, knowing that he had no right to ask for clear answers from you. If you were letting him live with his secrets, he would try not to be bothered with yours either.

"I just remembered how much I want to pour bleach into Noah's mouth," you reply, jokingly trying to distract Michael from the increasing heartbeats hammering in your chest, almost becoming detectable in the silence of the corridor. Michael smiles, laughing at the aggressive lie in your speech.

"Don't count me in as an accomplice," Michael says, walking ahead of you in search of the cleaning products. "It seems like a lot of work," he continues, finally reaching the shelves that hold the materials. Michael may be joking, but he knows that at this point, by how happy you made him and how much you brightened up the man's dull days, he would be an accomplice. All so he wouldn't have to stay away from you.

You stretch out your arms to Michael, hoping he'll give you some materials to help him carry. Michael stares at you, considering your offer to help for a few seconds before handing you the washcloths. Just the washcloths. You roll your eyes and let out a sound of frustration, something Michael seemed used to hearing every time he refused to make you carry heavy things or do manual labor. Perhaps Michael has become addicted to hearing those sounds and that look coming from you.

The two of you make your way to the auditorium, Michael by your side carrying the products and you with the cloths in one hand. The Funtime Auditorium was the same size as the Ballora Gallery, the only room for the animatronics being relatively smaller than both was the Circus Baby Gallery. Neither you nor Michael entered that room very often, because of the mess that had accumulated. Michael had lived every day after his death in the establishment, he cleaned and organized the whole place, knowing that having a routine or something to be responsible for would soothe the voices in his head. However, he didn't have the courage to go in there, so the mess had piled up, and there were probably still pieces of animatronics and some electronics scattered around the gallery. You didn't like going in there, frustrated by the extreme mess, always being reminded to set aside a day to tidy up all the objects that had gathered in the small room.

"Hm, Michael," you say, as you bend down to clean the tiles on the floor with the brush, taking care to only do so on the tiles that Michael had already swept clean with the broom, "Since Noah isn't coming today, we can clean up the Circus Baby Gallery together". You suggest, knowing that the job of cleaning the entire room would be much quicker with the man's help.

Michael froze, not knowing what to say. He didn't want to go in there, not out of fear or anything, because he knew that the animatronics, or rather Ennard, were no longer here. Michael had felt them all come out of his mouth as they left him to decompose in a dark, damp alley. The animatronics had fled somewhere, leaving the establishment empty for Michael's return. But the Circus Baby Gallery was an emotional place for the man, being the place where his sister had died and where they had been reunited. It was a reminder of the hope Michael had felt when he heard his little sister's voice, metallic and robotic yet soft, for it to be completely lost and destroyed in the scooping room.

"Can we do that another day?" Michael replied softly, letting his mind take control of his mouth. Michael didn't have the strength to lie when it came to his siblings, he felt his weakness and vulnerabilities coming to the surface, "Not today", it comes out almost in a sigh, voice hoarse and full of emotions that take you by surprise.

"Of course, we don't have to do it today," you say, trying to maintain a neutral posture, not wanting to make the man any sadder, "We can do it another day, we can set up a time," you continue, a smile on your face. Michael felt relaxed by your affection, happy to know that you had respected the limits that his heart and mind could handle today.

You return to your repetitive tasks, Michael sweeping the tiles while you carefully wipe them down with a cloth full of product. A silence fell, and Michael knows why, you were curious, you wanted to ask why he had never cleaned the Circus Baby Gallery, even though he had worked here before you. Ever since you arrived, the room has been disgusting in contrast to the other rooms, which were always shiny and fresh because of Michael's hard work. The man notices the gears turning in your mind, your puzzled face being a little too cute, showing your frustration at not getting the answers you wanted. You want to ask, but you both know how this conversation ended last time. Yeah, maybe Michael wants you to ask again, just so he can blindfold you and leave you without any answers whatsoever.

"Do you know about the rumors?" Michael decides to put an end to your stress and take mercy on your curious mind. You stop your movements, already knowing where this conversation was going. Your sister had told you, a little too excited to be sharing scary conspiracy theories she'd heard from her friends at school. You weren't frightened, you really weren't, but this story made you double-check the dark corners of the establishment just to make sure there was no one there.

"I heard about it, it's famous among kids my sister's age", you replied in a neutral voice, not wanting to show your obvious fear, given that you and Michael were in a closed room and didn't have a completely accurate view of all the dark corners of the auditorium. Michael notices your stiffness, being used to seeing people afraid, it was a sensation he had to learn to cope with for many years. He didn't like to see such a recognizable feeling stamped on your posture.

"This establishment proceeds the franchise's shady reputation," Michael sighed, as if he was tired of reliving the same story over and over again. He had relived this story many times during his life, after all, the little conspiracy theories that children told their friends in order to scare them was Michael's reality, it was the documented history of his life and those around him. "A few years ago, this establishment was a restaurant," you nod, knowing this information from your interview with the older man and a little internet research, "However, there were some reports of a gas leak, which caused the restaurant to close, becoming a place to rent animatronics," Michael continues, voice a little quieter than usual, having to take a few breaks to calm his mind from memories of his childhood and the effects of the gases, how they could make any sane child into a small form trembling in fear and paranoia.

You didn't know this information, and frankly, you had no interest in knowing why the restaurant had closed, assuming it had been due to some accident or lack of funds. Well, now your curiosity has been piqued, curiosity and fear as a matter of fact. "Soon after, the animatronics started having some maintenance problems, which caused in one," Michael paused in his sentence, waiting for the right word to come to mind. The word that wouldn't cause a more emotional reaction from Michael, "Well, let's just say a small accident, which is why the animatronics are no longer in the establishment". He finishes the story, waiting to hear your response, given that, he hadn't lied, he told you what happened, he just hid the fact that the little accident involved him dying and the animatronics taking over his body to roam the streets. They were small omissions, Michael told himself.

"And you don't enter the Circus Baby Gallery out of fear?" you ask, sincerely curious and interested in the story. Michael is surprised by your reaction, thinking that you would laugh in his face or mock him for believing in children's stories, but your reaction is genuine. Of all the information he told you, you were worried about why he didn't want to enter the gallery. You were worried about him.

"It may be fear, but I think it's something else," Michael tells you, not even realizing that he was responding truthfully. He was so used to lying to you, but he had no one but Henry to talk to about the events that had traumatized him forever, the events that had taken his sister away from him and taken his life. Michael couldn't hold back the urge to share the darkest parts of him with the light you brought into his life, it was as if by getting too close or knowing a little more, you could burn those memories away, erasing them with your light. "It could be the memories I have of that room," Michael sighs, feeling the discomfort of oversharing.

"Hm," you vocalize, confusion evident in your voice, but you won't pressure him, knowing he'll open up when he's ready, "I see." That feeling takes over your body again, Michael was telling the truth. Well, you're now able to confirm it, not being taken aback by a new sensation, he was being honest with you, and as much as you don't know what that means or what memories he might have with this establishment, you were glad to see him being honest with you.

Michael doesn't look at you, he just goes back to sweeping the floor, which he hadn't even realized he had paused on. Michael is grateful that your reaction was neutral, that you didn't want to delve any further into the box of memories and traumas that is Michael's mind. You were letting him take his time to open up to you, being careful with your words and your actions, not wanting to stress him out like you did last night.

"It's sad," you comment, breaking the silence once again. Michael looks at you in surprise, not knowing what had made you say that. "Well, the rumors are sad, I can understand why people are scared," you continue, a little unsure of your statement now that Michael's non-visible face is pointed at you, a bit of his all-black eyes becoming apparent. "I am too, but I'm sad as well, it's unfortunate to think that children are the victims of all this, souls so full of light and innocence," you continue, staring into Michael's dark eyes, accustomed to the total darkness that fills them. "It's a good thing they're just rumors, I wouldn't be able to work here if they were true," your train of thought comes to an end, and you go back to cleaning the tiles that were forgotten during your conversation with the man in front of you.

Wow, that's new.

Michael knew you'd have a sense of what had happened, or what the children seemed to gossip about the locations. But you told him in a voice so full of sadness and comfort that it almost made Michael fall into your arms, longing to be consoled too. He hadn't even noticed that his eyes were a little too apparent, letting you find them during the conversation, the dark, totally black eyes you had sketched. You oozed softness, no matter how clumsy you were and how many swear words would occasionally come out of your lips, you brought solace to his life.

"Can you close your eyes again?" Michael asks, a little too excited to notice how his voice had come out a little desperately. You immediately blush, remembering the events of last night, and how a simple request from Michael had turned into you begging on the man's thighs as he kissed your neck.

"Michael, I'm still on the clock," you reply, your cheeks red and your eyes shining with arousal. Michael smiles as he watches the scene, after all, you're down on your hands and knees, your face showing all the reactions Michael can make you feel.

"I'm not going to do anything extra," Michael continues, moving a little closer to you, breaking the safe distance he promised himself to keep every day, but seemed to be breaking several times. "Trust me," he continues, voice soft and sweet, so sweet that you could feel his kiss on your mouth again.

You nod, a little too responsively for the situation, but you couldn't help it, especially when it was Michael asking you so lovingly. A sigh leaves your lips, and you close your eyes, feeling the darkness that took you in its arms last night return. You felt the vulnerability return, the feeling of helplessness and your walls of protection come crashing down, leaving you once again at the mercy of the man in front of you, the one you couldn't see the face of. The conversation earlier left you a little frightened, and now, with your sight taken from you once again, you can't help but reach for Michael with your arms, wanting to feel his presence bringing you safety.

"Sh, sh, I'm here," Michael replies, his voice so close to you, one of the things you missed about yesterday. Feeling him close was nice, it made you forget the thousands of secrets and barriers Michael kept between the two of you. He takes your hands and guides them into his arms, the two of you sitting on the freshly cleaned floor of the auditorium. You feel a sense of security invade your body, knowing that Michael is close to you, putting a solid wall between the two of you and your childish fears.

You grip the fabric of Michael's sweater, letting your fingers feel the muscles in his biceps in conjunction with the small pieces that felt like wires, which, at first, you had found odd, but now, they seemed to fit Michael, your desperation for his touch making you get used to the new sensation. You feel Michael's cold palm meet your skin, placing his bandaged hand over your eyes to make sure you don't open them again. The man feels himself smile as he feels your warm skin for the second time, happy to feel the life and warmth in your body, which creates a delicious contrast to his cold, dead body. Seeing that you had calmed down and let Michael have the freedom to do as he pleased, he moves closer, feeling your soft breath against his face.

Michael brings his hand up to his mask, revealing the man's purple lips, and moves closer to your face. With a calm unaccustomed to Michael, he kisses you, softly and romantically, a new experience compared to the kiss you two shared yesterday. It was a soft touch of Michael's lips on yours, a kiss of comfort, you know that the previous conversation had made the man reactive and nervous, so he was seeking solace in your touch. You weren't the only one who seemed to seek safety in it.

It was a short kiss, purely for you to put your anxieties and fears aside, a touch that calmed Michael's nerves, so when he took his hand away from your eyes, he didn't realize he was still too close, letting the mask return to where it was before he lowered it, covering his lips. When you open your eyes, letting your vision slowly return, you could see Michael's eyes, without any shadows to cover them or obscure your visibility.

And no, you weren't confused or tired that day. Michael's eyes were undeniably dark. Completely black.

When Michael went back to drop off the cleaning materials near the main hall, you tried to calm your heart by the scene that was installed in your mind. Michael's eyes were completely black, just like in the drawing you made of him, it wasn't the shadows of the hood he wore, he really did have black eyes. Did he wear contacts? Or did he have some rare condition? You let the questions flood into your head, even though you know you won't ask the man any of them. You weren't supposed to see it, opening your eyes too quickly and not letting the safe distance between the two of you return. You don't know how Michael would react if he knew that you had managed to see the eyes he was hiding so much.

Before you can think of anything else, you hear a loud noise coming from a door inside the Funtime Auditorium. You get up from the floor, staring at the door that has been locked for your entire time working here. You never found the key to that room, and you tried to enter it several times to check what it was or so that Noah could analyze the small room. But it was always locked. As it didn't seem to be anything important, you never asked Michael what it was that was kept there or why the room was locked. However, with the loud noise that has just been revealed from inside, fear returns to your veins.

"Is anyone there?" you ask, your voice loud enough for anyone in that room to hear.

Suddenly, the door opens, creaking from the lack of movement for what seems like months. The door opened slowly, extending the high-pitched creaking noise, almost making your ears hurt. You begin to take cautious steps, making your way into the mysterious room. When you reach the archway of the newly opened door, you find something you never thought you'd find here. A scooping room? You think, given that neither your interviewer nor Michael had ever mentioned this room to you. The light was off and the air was damp, making you sniffle. It was a heavy, almost gloomy air.

You entered the room carefully, looking for the source of the sound that had startled you a few moments ago. The huge windows brought a little light into the room, given that you had tried the switch and it didn't seem to be working, since no light was present. The windows seemed to lead into the control area of the mechanical arm in the middle of the room, which was quite scary to have something so big and dangerous in the midst of such an establishment. That must be why the door was kept locked, you imagine.

"Is anyone here?" you repeat, wanting to find out who made the sound. Or what made the sound. Your brain betrays you with such a dark thought, making you break out in a cold sweat. You start to hear Michael's footsteps echoing through the empty corridors, so you decide to go back through the door you came in, but as you turn, your heart stops beating for the first time in your life.

There was an animatronic. Was it an animatronic? You didn't know, you'd never seen one up close. It had a metallic body, full of apparent wires and pipes, unlike the photos and posters that were scattered around the elevator. Its face contained white metal plates that seemed to open and close, highlighting the other pipes and wires that completed the mechanics of its face. Its eyes glowed in the dark like two flashlights, exposing the small hat on top of its face.

You raised your hand to your pounding heart, which had apparently started beating again a few seconds ago. You had to hold back your giggles to stop yourself from bursting into laughter at your fright. It was just an animatronic, perhaps one they had tried to disassemble or it was out of use and they had left it here, forgetting about it. The thought almost makes you feel sympathy for the large piece of what looked like metal junk in front of you.

"Damn, they must have left you here," you whisper quietly as you approach the wrecked robot in front of you. It was on the side of the door, almost completely hidden in the dark corner if it weren't for the eyes that illuminated fractions of the room you were in. "I'll have to call headquarters tomorrow, so they can come get you," you tell the robot, making a mental note of what you'll have to do tomorrow.

When you hear Michael's footsteps entering the auditorium, you walk out the door, closing it, leaving the animatronic alone again. You can see Michael walking past the entrance door to the Funtime Auditorium, and when he sees you with your hands on the handle of *that* room, he starts to run. Running like your life depended on it.

"Y/n!", Michael shouts, startling you, immediately backing away from the door. Michael runs towards you, bumping into the various chairs or tables that were stacked up inside the auditorium, but he didn't seem to care, his goal being to reach you.

When his body collides with yours, he wraps his arms around you from behind, lifting you into the air. "Michael! What the fuck?" you ask, flapping your legs in the air, stunned by the man's strength. Michael doesn't answer, just carries you to the middle of the auditorium, where he had left you. "Michael! Put me down!" you scream once again, your arms immobilized by the man's grip.

Michael puts you down gently, quickly positioning himself in front of you, and before you can calm down and look at him clearly, he lifts his hand to cover your eyes. "Michael! What's gotten into you?" you ask in frustration, grabbing his arms and trying to pull them away from your eyes, still surprised by the man's abrupt reaction.

"Easy, calm down," he whispers repeatedly, waiting for you to stop trying to pull his arms away, not that you could, the man in front of you being so much stronger than you.

"Michael, what happened?" you asked, your voice still a little frantic, but your demeanor calmer, your hands relaxing on the man's arms that still covered your eyes. Michael was close to you again, you could feel his knees brushing against yours.

"Don't ever go near that room again," Michael replied dryly, a hoarse, authoritative voice filling your ears. But that voice didn't fool you, Michael was afraid, he was worried, there were even hints of sadness in the man's voice. It made you calm down immediately, aware of the mental state of the man in front of you. "Please, Y/n, not there," he continued, the farce of an authoritative, dry voice escaping from the man's voice, sounding as if he were begging. What the fuck, what was in there?

You can't bring yourself to question the man, letting your instincts to console and comfort Michael take over as you reply: "Okay".

But Michael, unlike you, can't tell when others are lying to him.

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'89? I expected you to get more than this? You are the hope for this class.'

'I just think that you are too nerd for me, always sticking with books and not even pretty like other girls.'

'Can you do the assignment alone? I will be so busy because some matters. Please?'

'She is so dumb. Literally do what I said. Well, she is smart so she can do it alone. I'm too lazy anyway.'

'Come on child. I know you can give us a result that is better than this. Take a look at your brother and sister. They are the top student.'

Thoughts were crowding your mind. It started to give you headache. You were soaking yourself in a warm water inside the bathtub. Many things happen in your life and it made you tired.

Why does beauty standard exist? Why do you need very good result just to use it and flex to other people? Why people compare a person with another? Why people love to take advantages of others? Why can't you be yourself?

"Am I a robot?" You asked yourself as slowly and slowly you moved your back to drown.

"Or am I dumb?" You tilted your head and thinking about how you tried but can't refuse what people asked.

"I'm tired." You just want to rest. It's so exhausting when doing someone's favor and not do what you want.

You haven't got any sleep for four days. Thoughts were running inside your brain everytime you wanted to sleep. You can only nap for a while and then woke up again after half an hour.

The warm water had some effect on you. It made you relax and want to sleep forever. Without realising, your drooping eyes started to close and your body slowly drowning when your hands let go the hold on the bathtub.

Not even until five minutes, you felt yourself got pulled harshly from the bathtub. You coughed and let out the water that got through inside your mouth and nose.

"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?!!"

It was a male. A stranger that saved you. He put a towel to cover up your body and pulled you closer to hug you tightly.

"Don't scare me like that. I don't want to lose you."

Why is this man make you feel comfortable? He is literally a stranger and just trespassing your house. But, why was his worried expression look so sincere? You never see anyone in your life this concerning. Not even your parents. Without thinking more, you leaned your head to his shoulder enjoying the care he gives.

The male thought you were passing out and nearly become panic when he finally heard your snore.

You were sleeping. He took a last look at your tired face before sighing that you finally get a sleep that you really wanted these days.

"Sleep, baby. You deserve it."

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You sat yourself on the bed while rubbing gently your still tired eyes. Gosh, how long you have been sleep? You remembered last time you were at the bathroom with that good looking stranger and now you assumed this was his place because it is unfamiliar.

"How are you feeling? Still tired? You've been sleeping literally for three days. I was worried but then I figured out it must be because insomnia."

He went closer and sat in front of you. The heck? He smell so good and comforting. You stared at his face trying to remember every details of him. You let him caressed your hair and left some kisses on your face. Without noticing, your tears fell one by one.

You get love.

You feel it.

Not even your family bring this feeling.

"You must be hurting so much. I'm sorry for being late."

"Thank you."

That's the only thing you can say right now. It's too overwhelming but he kept you cool down.

"I'm here. I will always be here, y/n."

< ----------- >

You learned that his name is Jay and he also goes to same school like you but he's on different class. That explains why you never see him before.

Jay takes care of you and provide you almost everything. His presence made you forget other life that you were living. Your family, classmates, teachers and studies.

He admitted to you that he had stalked you for years and that time he saved you from drowning, it was also the time he stalked you. He felt weird when you took a very long time bathing and decided to break in because he was afraid something bad will happen. Thank god, he had a very good instict.

You didn't feel afraid of him after listening to that. Instead, you feel happy. Someone is here for you. You hugged him thanking him many times for loving you and for choosing you to be part of his life.

You didn't know how your act affects Jay so much. He is down really bad. He loves you so much and he will make sure to give everything to you to do everything for you if it makes you happy.

He will make sure those who made you suffered before will not get to live for the next day.

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ayo🧍‍♂️yeah as you can see it's a soft yandere😄i always make them kill and kill so lets tone it down a bit. hope this make you feel good

also, for everyone who is struggling right now🥺please dont give up please dont let people bring you down because you guys deserve to get a good life and happiness that you want..if there is no people say this, im gonna say it! you did a good job today🫂 thank you for exist thank you for not giving up. Alright see ya next time😙

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|| Honestly, this is going to be long, but Nina's treatment towards Alisa in T6 is a conversation that should definitely be had.

Because sincerely, you can't tell me that Nina didn't subtly take out her resentment towards how she's been treated over the years on Alisa, specifically in the case of how she & Jin treated her in T6.

Like take a second.. Imagine this: You've unwillingly undergone a multitude of horrors in your life with the sole purpose of others wanting to turn you into this emotionless super weapon. You're described as "emotionless", "apathetic", "heartless", and "robotic" almost on a daily basis. — Then you meet this girl, this actual robot, not only seemingly capable of expressing more emotion than you ; an actual human being, but she was ordered to be built to do your job by your boss - arguably your closest friend - without him telling you a single word about it.

( Which, don't forget we've seen hints in the Titan comics how Nina feels about Jin hiring others to do her job: )

Then if that's not enough, add in the fact that the cryogenics research you were forced to take part in, the cryotube you were trapped in for nearly two decades? They never would have existed if it hadn't been for Bosconovitch wanting to resurrect the original human version of this girl.

Alisa's existence in itself is practically a huge slap in the face towards Nina. — On the surface you have this woman made to feel like nothing more than an emotionless weapon for a majority of her life, seemingly having no qualms with treating another girl the same way - as a super weapon ; as a tool. You would think she'd oh idk...say something to Jin about this plan of his?? Anything?? But no, in fact she seems to even smirk as they use her to distract Lars.

In her mind Alisa is an actual robot, and nothing more. Treating an actual robot this way is only fair, because thinking of her as anything more forces her to face all of the resentment she's buried over the years. It forces her to face the fact that yeah, even she at times is not above kinda childish jealousy - similar to the jealousy she judges her sister for.

In contrast to others on the roster, not once has Nina even bothered to call Alisa by name, whenever she actually addresses her it's always the same:

#⁺˚*𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒.*˚⁺ - ooc post #⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔.*˚⁺ - Headcanons #|| To sum up: y'know how cats bat at things they don't understand / like?#|| This is Nina's version of that. :c #|| '' you try to /replace/ miette? you replace miette with mere ROBOT?? ''#|| They'd have so much to talk about if Nina would actually talk about / process her feelings for once #|| aka Alisa Nina bonding plot when? aka in this essay I will-#long post tw

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#sister robot sinceritys #うp #original

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Which girl group would bachira and yukimiya most likely listen to?

IM BACK WITH MORE, MOREEEEE

— nonnie 100000/10 think that yukimiyma, bachira, chigiri are girl group enthusiasts, if you didn’t think that now well now i’m shoving this into your brain so you can!

— def stans all the 2nd gen , 3rd gen , and ofc 4th gen groups and know all their songs to a perfect T

— yukimiya practically worships the ground girls generation walks on and I bet you he even practiced the gee choreo just in case his modeling takes him to a variety show and he has to dance, it might never happen but you never know. He’s an SM stan I feel it in my bones, he was dancing to f(x)’s electric shock when he came out of the womb and now he’s out here giving ppl top 10 reasons why you should stan aespa. If SM won’t hire him as an idol he might as well become the market face for them!

— bachira lives and breathes twice. That is not a headcanon but tis’… a fact. You ask him to bust out a number of the feels and he’ll do it. Singing and dancing with his broken english and all (I sincerely think he got all the guys together at blue lock one day and had a whole dance off like mf camp rock or something,,, kpop to the death of wtver LMAOO). Unlike yukimiya though I don’t think he’s much of a company stan since he literally listens to all (he’s not picky I tell you, one minute he’s listening to Itzy and the next he’s shaking his ass to Exid’s DDD , iconic really) but IF I had to pick I think he’s a jyp stan bc I know this man listened to got7 and is listening to stray kids too, Day6 if he’s feeling his feels too y’know?

— now chigiri…. chigiri is cultured. He has refined tastes, he has a sister so I know DAMN well he is both a boy group stan AND a girl group stan GASP the work of treachery!! how can this be?: Enhypen by day, new jeans by night. He popped OFF on le serrafim’s anti fragile when it dropped and I kid you not he def taught isagi, nagi, and barou the choreo one night before a game with that lil’ ipad they have. “But I bet they have certain apps blocked 🙁” NO. no, these mf’s probably found a vpn and downloaded that shit so they can have spotify or youtube,, OR EVEN VIKI TO WATCH DRAMAS DW I FIGURED IT OUT, that’s how these headcanon came to life. When chigiri’s brushing his hair or his teeth you can catch him singing and dancing to omg by new jeans and cupid by fifty fifty— i know this bc kunigami told me and recorded it oops

— THESE GUYS HAVE SECRET FAN ACCS OMG (thank u xi for this) they also start fanwars on the TL bc they’re in blue lock and they’re bored and toxic, does ego find them? yes, does he delete and tell them to come to his office and lock off? no, bc ego is enjoying the drama between le sserafim’s fandom and aespa’s fandom on “who’s the biggest gg?”

— the replies make him chuckle so he leaves it alone when yukimiya told chigiri (allegedly on their fan accs) that “le serrafim can preach abt being anti fragile but your rocked up knee says otherwise, your group doing false advertising 🙄”

-to which chigiri responds : “at least mine aren’t robots and have more plastic then an organic grocery store who preaches abt saving the planet but they got their strawberries in a plastic container 😟I don’t need to use ai bot to talk to my idols so… ”

— bachira is just lurking and instigating he’s such a bitch bruh “oooh you gonna just to take that???” “yikes bro personally…. I wouldn’t take that” SHUT.

#₊˚⊹kayla gossips !#oh shit it’s long again my b #blue lock #blue lock x reader

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 2 MASHUP 4

Winry Rockbell (Full Metal Alchemist) vs Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Winry Rockbell is an Automail Mechanic!

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum is a Bioenginner, Chemist and Roboticist!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Winry Rockbell:

"The best automail mechanic in the whole of Amestris: need I say more? She’s also the only person who can really get Edward Elric to listen / scare him"

"She's super smart and is crazy about mechanics, but she's also so kind and compassionate! She helped deliver a baby, she cares really deeply for her friends and family! She truly rocks!"

"i’m a biomedical engineer so she is the best women in stem"

"she’s extremely skilled and dedicated to her craft, her work is very high quality (she’s also the personal mechanic for one of the protagonists) and she has a dedication to improving the lives of the people around her in any way she can (and she has so much autism swag about automail, it’s a joy to watch). i love her your honour"

"She's so good and so fun and she's trying her best. She makes sure the prosthetics work and they're super plot important!!!!!"

"She can build and repair robot limbs AND attach them to human nerves"

"She’s only 15 and is repairing magic-infused heavy machinery for fun"

"Spunky, kind, and smart as hell... one of the shounen manga girls of all time."

"At age fifteen she could build a whole metal arm in 3 days (pulling all nighters)! She geeks out over the work of other prosthetics engineers and earned herself an apprenticeship where the shop's costumers began to prefer her after only a few months! She's kind but takes no shit and narratively symbolizes the goodness of humanity. also she read medical textbooks as a kid (her parents were both doctors) and was able to apply that knowledge for successful impromptu midwifery years later!"

"She is practically a child engineering Genius! Designs and makes prosthetics. She takes her work very seriously and geeks out over other people's designs. She is such a beautifully written strong female character that holds her own in a fandom full of amazing strong female characters and a great role model. She's Hella cute"

"She is considered a prodigy in her field, and is known as the “Automail Otaku” because of her unending interest of any machines and tools in the building and repairing of automail. She is incredibly smart, sincere, and passionate. She works hard for what she wants, is full of optimism despite what she has suffered, and is very loyal to her friends."

"built a fully functioning prosthetic arm for her friend when she was TWELVE basically by herself and has been his regular mechanic since. also heavily dabbles in the medical side as well as the mechanical side (for example: she successfully delivered a baby single-handedly at fifteen having only ever read about the subject before). she is so skrunkly she’s an icon a legend and she is the moment"

"Listen any girl who can master mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, and biology in order to build prosthetic limbs by the age of 12 is Impressive. She’s the one that got me onto an engineering career path I’m very biased"

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum:

"She’s a freak about it! she is committing horrors in there but just lowkey, and she’s having fun doing it which is what matters"

"She cares about her people to an absolute fault and all her evil science is for them (when it’s not simply for sciences sake) and that’s why she’s a girlboss <3"

"She’s unethical. She’s a mother. She’s a monster. She lives in a world of magic but only believes in science. She was even a lesbian. PB for the win!"

"she is a pink lesbian!! she has committed war crimes!! she is much more complex than the audience's (and the main character's) initial impression of her!! she created an entire kingdom that she rules and when she gets voted out she loses her sense of identity!! and loves her subjects and also spies on them!! she is trying not to be so mean!! she is passionate about her science work and she loves her girlfriend!!! SHE IS SO GREAT. her gf Marcy is actually my favorite but bonnibel's relationship with family and home is super compelling, everything from her abusive/controlling uncle who tried to force her into a het relationship to her (metaphorically) intellectually disabled younger brother who she loves so much because people get built different! we don't need to know why we just need to respect them! thank you. I love her"

"Organizes conferences for people to present their scientific findings, created life forms when she was lonely, has committed so many war crimes (including intergalatically) using tech she invented, lost an election because she assumed people would care more about facts than charisma (they did not), is gay. Spent a thousand years pining for her rockstar vampire ex-girlfriend. 💕💞💕"

"She has a RAT named SCIENCE. One time in the comics she also did a flip and kicked a door down while saying ""physics I swear to gob if you don't work now I swear physics I SWEAR"" she was literally threatening physics. Anyways physics worked good for her! She has built an entire kingdom from the ground up INCLUDING its life forms. She HATES wizards with a passion. Magic to her is just science with silly presentation. It's implied she's been to wizard prison a lot of times before. HOWEVER she also has a vampire half-demon girlfriend so yeah. Oh yeah she's gay too. "I have a disease that makes me like vampires and titties its called being a fucking genius""

"She is the best woman in STEM because she LITERALLY created and genetically engineered the people of her kingdom, built incredible robot guardians to fight off intruders, and continues to experiment (including an experiment gone wrong where she was trying to resurrect dead citizens) in spite of being a busy princess (and lowkey dictator) ruling her kingdom solo. She created/built her own family (aside from her brother), and eliminated them when they tried to rule over her and stop her from being an independent scientist. She is multitalented, hardworking, and just unethical enough to keep things fun and entertaining! She has no ethics board, so the experiments get wild! She is so Blorbo, you know? Also people don't acknowledge her science stuff enough, I want her to get more recognition as the insane, wonderful mad scientist she is."

"She’s an unethical mad scientist who experiments on her subjects. What’s not to love"

"Invents gadgets/devices and even created her own citizens"

"For the realness of working in the lab endlessly without sleep (Ignore that she set up a police state I guess)"

"Literally built an entire kingdom citizen by citizen"

"She bioengineered an entire country . Kinda fucked up, but that's okay"

#stem sister scuffle #round 2 #winry rockbell #fma winry #fullmetal alchemist #fma brotherhood #fma #princess bonnibel #princess bonnibel bubblegum #princess bubblegum #adventure time

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It was evening when Kaoru was informed by Yuriko that a package had arrived for her. Groaning, the birthday girl ceased her interactions on her computer and headed out to the living room, where her sister, Kanra, had already brought it into the house. All women were a bit surprised by how large the box, in question, was.

"Did you order something again, Kaoru?" Kanra asked.

"If you did, I sincerely hope it wasn't more coffee," Yuriko stated, looking at her eldest daughter with a slight frown. "If it is, I am not making room in the kitchen for it."

"I didn't order anything." Kaoru stated, frowning at the accusation thrown her way.

"Is it a birthday gift then?" Kanra asked.

"Must be." Kaoru answered as she grabbed a pair of scissors from a nearby shelf and started tearing the tape off the top of the box. With her sister's help, she opened the box and looked inside, along with the rest of her family. To say that everyone was shocked at what was inside.

Lying on its stomach, currently turned off was, what seemed to be, a mechanical wolf. It made no movements, even as all six eyes were currently locked on it.

"...What is that?" Yuriko asked, still looking at it.

"It... it looks like a... wolf drone." Kaoru answered.

"A... wolf drone..." Yuriko repeated.

"Yeah."

"...Kaoru, are you sure you didn't order something off the Internet by mistake?" Kanra asked, skeptical

"I didn't order anything! I'm pretty sure I would have known if I'd order a robot wolf."

"I don't know about that," Kanra said, looking at her sister. "You do a lot of strange things when you go days without sleep."

"Listen you..."

"Enough." Yuriko said, not in the mood for a fight. "The main thing is... what do we do with this... thing?"

Kaoru, looking at the still powered-down wolf, looked around for something to turn it on. Did she need instructions or something? Was there an app for it? After a minute of searching, she discovered a large red button on the creature's back. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pressed it. All of a sudden, the creature's eyes suddenly popped open, alerting the three females, who instinctively took a step back.

The creature, now turned on, stood up off its stomach and onto its four legs, giving the women a full gander at it.

The creature looked around, moving its head mechanically. It soon locked eyes with the three women before staring at them for a moment. It then moved out of the box and towards the women. Sensing danger, the matriarch of the household moved in front of her daughters and pulled a knife from her back pocket, prepared to dismantle this... abomination.

But suddenly, the machine stopped in front of the women and sat down on its posterior, its robot tail wagging back and forth. A smile appeared on its "face", before a mechanical "bark" was heard from it. The women continued staring at it, still cautious, though slightly more at ease, since it didn't seem dangerous.

While they were dealing with the robot, an email appeared on Kaoru's computer in her room, which was titled 'Untitled'. It was still unopened, but it read:

'Did you receive my gift? I won him in a video game tournament a week ago. I would have kept it, but I value my privacy, so I figured you'd like him. He's called 'IBO-K9', but you can call him what you want. Enjoy. ...And happy birthday, I guess.

P.S. Don't forget we have a team battle on DOTA 2 this weekend. Try not to miss this one. I'd rather not see your rankings go down again.'

“Oh, who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!” Kaoru praised, petting the mechanical dog's head. “Hm? What to name you? Oh, I know! How about Sirius? You like that dont you, boy?”

The now newly named Sirius barked happy to be receiving affection from his mistress. Kanra seeing that he wasn't a danger walked over and began to gently pet him as well.

“You two…” Yuriko sighed pinching the bridge of her nose as she watched her daughters pet the mechanical beast. “Okay fine we have a dog now but If you didn't get him Kaoru who did?”

“Uhhhh… not sure but look he’s so cute!” Kaoru cooed turning back to pet Sirius.

“Haku! Look!” Kanra exclaimed to her pet cat. Haku having come from upstairs to see what was all the noise cautiously approached Sirius and gave a few hesitant sniffs before rubbing and purring against his legs.

“Well then I guess welcome to the family Sirius.” Yuriko reached over to scratch his head. “You’ll fit right in.”

Thank you for the gift!

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #shinozaki kaoru #kuromiya yuriko #akemi kanra #nikki yoshie #palenightmarefestival #happy birthday kaoru 2023

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Genshin cringe headcanons part 15: Fontaine teens

This post reclaims the term cringe. If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please DNI

Name: Charlie

Gender: transmasc nonbinary, they/it/she/he/xe

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically french, dark skin, has vitiligo, brown eyes, brown hair dyed pink, wears glasses

Age: 17

Sexuality: lesbian

Personality: dedicated, easily exciting, socially awkward, extrovert, pays attention to details, likes interacting with others

Area of greatest ability: photography, journalism

Kins: none, but likes it

Family: none

Relationship status: single

Friends: Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Kirara, Hu Tao, Cyno, Kaeya, Chevreuse, Furina, Navia

Disabilities: autistic, ADHD, chronic pain, one blind eye due to an infection when young, chronic pain, spinal chord injury, wears an eyepatch, uses a crutch

Belief: believes Focalors and Egeria with not many religious practices on its day to day life

Name: Freminet

Gender: nonbinary, they/them

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically french, small, pale skin, has freckles, blue eyes, blonde hair.

Age: 14

Sexuality: aroace

Personality: introvert, sincere, very attached to those they love, emotionally fragile, does not likes spotlight

Area of greatest ability: swimming, diving

Kins: sea, robots, sharks, ice, penguins

Family: Lyney, Lynette (adoptive older siblings)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Charlie, Chiori, Furina, Neuvillette

Disabilities: PTSD, autistic, non-verbal, variates between using sign language and AAC to communicate

Belief: believes the Hydro dragon, Tsaritsa, Egeria and Focalors, has christian-like practices on their day-to-day life

Name: Lyney

Gender: transmasc demiboy (he/they)

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ehtnically french, pale, brown eyes, thin, blonde hair

Age: 16

Sexuality: gay

Personality: learns easily, friendly, joyful, very proud, protective

Area of greatest ability: magic, presenting himself

Kins: shiny things, dark red, dark pink, cats, cards, masks

Family: Lynette (biological twin sister) Freminet (adoptive little sibling) Cesar (found family dad)

Relationship status: single, has a crush on Aether

Friends: Charlie, Chiori, Furina, Neuvillette, Navia, Sigewinne

Disabilities: autistic, ADHD, PTSD, chronic pain, uses a cane.

Belief: was raised with both catholic-like beliefs towards Egeria, Focalors and the Hydro Dragon and orthodox-like beliefs towards Tsaritsa

Name: Lynette

Gender: transfem demigirl (she/they)

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically french, pale, thin, blue eyes, blonde hair she usually keeps tied up

Age: 16

Sexuality: lesbian

Personality: reclusive, weird, calm, protective, know how to not be noticed

Area of greatest ability: magic

Kins: cats, light blue, steel, candy

Family: Lyney (biological twin brother) Freminet (adoptive little sibling) Cesar (found family dad)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Charlie, Navia, Furina, Sigewinne, Chiori

Disabilities: autistic, PTSD, schizoid personality disorder, below the knee amputation on both legs, wears prosthetics, sometimes may use a rollator or a walker

Belief: was raised with both catholic-like beliefs towards Egeria, the Hydro dragon and Focalors and orthodox-like beliefs towards Tsaritsa

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #charlie #i won't deadname them #freminet #lyney #lynette

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that's right, it's the return of the ever stupid, not-so-brief, utterly useless guide to the many, many muses on this blog:

UPDATED VERSION ( 10/07/23 )

AGNES DRACHINA REUBEN. first born daughter of the royal house of drachium. powerful sorceress who made a name for herself during the dragon campaign. a mischevious young woman with a penchant for drinking and getting into trouble.

AMITY BLIGHT. youngest daughter of the blight family. a young witch in training with a particular gift for abomination magic. former mean girl who is reconnecting with her softer side. a ride or die friend who will absolutely fight for you.

ASHIOK. a powerful planeswalker of mysterious origin. their face seems to be slowly disappearing into a thick black mist that follows them. manipulates the nightmares of powerful individuals they find during their travels. not necessarily a villain, but certainly no hero.

BABYDOLL. institutionalized against her will. sweet girl but will not hesitate to end you if you're a creep. sincerely wishes to empower the other women around her. slowly losing herself to fantasy in order to escape from her unpleasant reality.

CAMERON "CAMMIE" MACCLOUD. a self-proclaimed "hacktivist" recruited into the military. now part of the experimental science unit, piloting a four story mech called a holon through gen:lock, which uploads her own mind into the robot. scottish, sassy, and a giant nerd.

CATIANA FREESPARK. swashbuckler rogue turned storm cleric. she's confused about how that happened too. died fairly recently, but she got better. will steal your shit. highkey feels like the divorce baby between procan and umberlee.

CHROME DOKURO. a powerful illusionist currently in the employ of the vongola mafia family. occasionally shares her body with the criminal mukuro rokudo. learning to stand on her own two feet. a bit of a strange girl, but sweet and undyingly loyal.

EDALYN "EDA" CLAWTHORNE. the owl lady and most powerful witch on the boiling isles... or she was, before her curse took away her powers. occasionally turns into a large owl-like beast. keeps accidentally adopting kids but hey, guess she's a mom now. acts tough but actually a big softie.

FISH EYE. a fish given human form. yes, really. in search of a beautiful dream. performs as part of a circus troupe known as the amazon trio. really just wants to have a beautiful dream of his own and to live life as a human for as long as possible.

FREYA. the once queen of asgard and leader of the valkyries. reclaimed her warrior spirit and found her wings. seeking to reunite and repair the realms following ragnarök. not a woman to scorn, or she will burn you to the ground and salt the earth behind her.

IMELDA RIVERA. matriarch of the rivera family. turned to shoemaking to make money for herself and her daughter after her husband disappeared. continues to look after her family from the land of the remembered.

KAGAMI TSURUGI. a recent transplant to paris from japan. loves fencing and being right. she can be a bit cold upon first meeting but she's actually just very bad at making friends. if you take the time to get to know her, she is fiercely loyal and dedicated and will fight for you.

LA MUERTE. the sugary sweet ruler of the land of the remembered. has a nasty gambling habit which tends to get her and her husband into trouble. she is benevolent, but will not hesitate to tell you what she really thinks. friendly, but still a goddess. handle with caution.

LIAN NICHANG. the white haired demoness. lives alone on a mountain. really only comes down to get rid of people who are harassing the village at the base of the mountain that leaves her the fuck alone. master swordsman. not actually a witch or a demon, no matter what people call her.

LILITH CLAWTHORNE. once the head witch of the emperor's coven, now at half-power and trying to sort her life out. cursed her sister out of spite and paid the price. might come across as a haughty bitch, but she's really just a massive nerd doing her best.

LUNA. magical moon cat. has a crescent moon bald spot on her forehead. trying to keep the protectors of the universe on track but they're just teenage girls so it goes about as well as you would expect. really tired of being the voice of reason but this is what she signed up for.

LUNASOL GALANODEL. honestly, the worst. burned down her abusive childhood home with her twin brother. basically sold her soul to the queen of air and darkness. pretends to be sweet but she is cruel and cold. typical elvish attitude toward other races, too. really, really likes flowers.

MAXIMILIAN CALYPSE. a small, stuttering lady of noble birth. married off to keep her father from having to go to war against dragons. considers herself to be useless and has a good deal of anxiety, but is generally one of the sweetest nobles you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. currently learning to use healing magic.

MICHIRU KAIOU. the soldier of deep waters, sailor neptune. a high school student with a mysterious destiny. spends her free time as a professional violinist. desperately wishes to embrace the ordinary life of a girl her age.

MIYU. vampire who tried to run from her destiny and made it worse. has to hunt down god-demons called shinma that she accidentally let escape. literally cannot die until she finishes her job, and she would very much like it to be over now. usually accompanied by her mask wearing servant, larva. she's cute and cruel in equal parts.

NATHALIE SANCOEUR. for fuck's sake she needs a vacation. and a raise. personal assistant to a supervillain. seriously questioning that relationship at this point. literally dying. trying to beat the current record holder for most akumatizations. she's pretty and could kick my ass.

PERSEPHONE. our lady of the underground. literal goddess. known for bringing springtime and overseeing torture in the deepest depths of tartarus. the mom friend, she probably already loves you. does not put up with her husband’s bullshit. really loves her weird dog.

PIKE TRICKFOOT. gnome cleric of the everlight. she may be a holy woman but she has the spirit of a barbarian. will definitely try to drink you under the table. overestimates her own strength, but loves to surprise others when they doubt her. precious angel baby.

REINA "GLITCH" CROWNE. student at a prestigious art school with a focus on fashion design. acts like she's tough and untouchable, but she's actually just soft and trying to figure out who she is. loves meshing traditional fashion with digital media. known to the other students as "glitch" due to her first year freeze up.

RIZA HAWKEYE. military sharpshooter and right-hand-woman of the guy who wants to take over the military. likes like two people and her dog. usually smells like gun oil but it's not unpleasant. has no sense of self-preservation and will definitely die for the people she cares about. does not get paid enough.

ROGUE. the poster child for "look don't touch." mutant and working on the proud part. literally too powerful for her own good. comes with the added bonus of her cajun husband who makes things explode by touching them. the og power couple.

SIF. the unwaveringly loyal wife of thor, mother to magni, móði, and thr��d. trying desperately to hold what remains of her family together. can come across as somewhat cold. while not a warrior by any means, she will do anything to protect her children.

TABITHA DELAINE. monster hunter and general know-it-all. was part of a cult at one point but she doesn't want to talk about it. lowkey a witch but tries to use her magic sparingly. the biggest lesbian you will ever meet, next to her girlfriend van. lives in van's van.

TIKKI. kwami of the miraculous of creation. has existed for as long as the universe has. sincerely loves humans and how wonderful they can be. helps to turn her current owner into the superhero known as ladybug.

VEX'AHLIA. ranger and rogue. sneaky and shooty. just trying not to die again, thank you very much. once stabbed a tree because it made moves on her. the champion of a god. will probably call you darling and wink at you. also, she has a bear named trinket and a husband with too many names for me to bother listing here.

( I ran out of images but she has no fc anyway shhh )

YILNA PENUMBRAE. oath of redemption paladin. a young shadar-kai woman banished from the shadowfell due to her heresy against the raven queen. while she looks scary given her build, scratched and dented armor, and scars, she is actually just a big buff cupcake. a big softie.

#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat .#/ hadn't updated this stupid thing in so long so it returns #/ i had to remove an image to squeeze fish in sjkghfk if i add any more muses this will have to go image-less xD

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