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ubehalayas-blog · 9 months
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Kenny!
Kenny x reader <3
Dating headcanons?
Kenny would do anything, I mean anything to just see you flustered.
He's usually the one that initiates any type of physical contact. He sees you in the hallway? you're going to get a back hug/hug or probably a kiss.
Kenny loves that he's the first of your everything, honestly he couldn't believe it at first but he loved it anyways.
He's a gentleman– listen to me, he probably is a pervert but bro respects you like you're a goddess.
Ah yes, body worship…
Whenever he's close to you, you always end up either in his lap or between his legs, SITTING DOWN. It's like.. You’re just sitting between his legs. 
He loves it so much when he sees your blushing face, if you cover your face whenever you're blushing, he will pull your hand away. He's strong.. that's what I'm saying.
His hand snaking to your waist probably is the thing you really love– (because I do) whenever he's close, he will always pull you by your waist! He wants you to come closer? his hand will wrap around your waist then he will pull you, he wants you to pay attention to him? no problem he will move his hand to your waist.
His love language is either gift giving and/ or physical touch.. he makes you stuff! he writes you letters, makes paper flowers, paper rings and everything.
in your first valentine together, he would give you paper flowers and asked you out to be his valentine, UM MAYBE LIKE:
your class finished but as soon as you pack up your stuff, you notice the crowd that formed outside the classroom. What the hell is it this time? you thought to yourself, walking towards the door, seeing Kenny. His hood is off, he has this dumb smile and his hand is tucked in his back, you stood still behind the door, having to process everything. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, the crowd shouting and cheering for him but you couldn't care less for them, your eyes focused only on Kenny. His dumb smile that showed his crooked teeth, you smiled and crossed your arms. He stretched his arm to you, you saw a boquet of paper flowers, your eyes widened as well as your mouth open, you looked at the boquet then to Kenny. "What?!–" you shouted, your hand falling to your mouth to cover it. The other teen smiled as he scratched the back of his neck. "Will you be my valentine.. y/n?" he asked, his eyes looking directly to yours. You smiled and nodded, "Hell yeah?! I will be your valentine forever Kenken” You jumped to him, your arms wrapped around his neck. His arm went to your back, hugging you tighter, "I'll buy you real roses, next time" he whispered to your ear, you chuckled in response, "dumbass, this is enough, you made so much effort, kenny.. I love it" you smiled, taking the boquet from him. Kenny's smile widened hearing you speak, he sighed contently then nodded, "Happy Valentines, y/n, I love you" 
anyways you don't really initiate any intimate physical affection so he does, he likes kissing you, a lot, most of your dates just end up to be a make out session… which honestly you don't complain.
This was supposed to be Kenny x easily flustered reader TOT
I am kind of convinced that you and Kenny's dates consist of cooking/baking dates… LIKE listen (I am desperately trying not to reference Atlas) you would invite him after classes to stay with you in your house then you two would just cook and bake.
Your parents were reluctant with you dating Kenny but since he cooked good food, they welcomed him with open arms, whenever he was around, your parents would always have ingredients lying around the fridge so he would have things to cook.
Kenny was a bit hesitant to let you meet his family but when you wanted to, he gladly took you to his house and introduced you to his parents and siblings. Let me tell you, his siblings loves you so much! They always wants you to be around, Karen definitely calls you with Kenny’s phone to invite you to play with them. Kevin? um.. he likes you too? but he was a bit hesitant/skeptical about you liking him because he didn’t get how and why you would like Kenny lol. 
Kevin always looks at you suspiciously, side eye for real.
That’s all I could think of lol
I LOVE HIS NAME?? KENNETH <3 
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ainomica · 25 days
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[African American anon]
Mainly because of Dune came out
https://x.com/smoothdunk/status/1764228161775046805?s=46
Tbh I think my exposure to anime like Code Geass (okay the mc had noble goals, but ruthless as hell), Afro Samurai, Death Note, and Ghost in the Shell effected me with how I see media
Like yeah, protagonist don’t exactly mean they are a good role model ESPECIALLY in non kids oriented
I just been noticing like with ATLA, HP, and well my generation
Did…a lot of people only consume YA and MCU content during their development stages?
Because the discourse surrounding stuff like Dune and the Boys confuses
(Does it play a role why people loved to write of Kylo as a psychopath while prompting up morally bankrupt af girlbosses?)
Considering YA and MCU were a LARGE part of the being the In crowd during the Millenial, Gen Z and many more's developmental stage? or even the young adults in general who like to pretend they are idiots who cannot exercise impulse control before 25?? Yeah it indeed at a lot of impact( The YA/MCU boom started around 2008 and lasted till at least conservatively 2018. THAT IS A DECADE, and for some people alive that is their whole life)
So yeah they all have grown up reading stuff which is written for kids and no self respecting adult would be seen consuming as their SOLE mode of entertainment well into their thirties. But oh well, here we are. This is why the whole lot of them are media illiterate who seem to act surprised pikachu anytime anything remotely 12th grade Literature comes and smacks them in the first. I am honestly surprised HG didn't generate more discourse?( or maybe it will soon if someone did another remake) considering how politically it was such a grey ending
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Intro <3 (and Masterlist below)
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꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Welcome to my blog ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱
✧⁠*⁠。This is a multi blog
✧⁠*⁠。I mostly write Kpop fanfiction
✧⁠*⁠。Only Reader x Idol
✧⁠*⁠。Only tickle and fluff fictions
✧⁠*⁠。Requests open
✧⁠*⁠。New fiction incoming
✧⁠*⁠。Lawb ya
✧⁠*⁠。My sec acc is @p1ece-of-positivity
Hii, I´m a minor from Germany
If you want to, call me Bee 🐝
She/Her
Yeah... that girl in the profile picture is me...
Turning 16 this year
I'm going to SOUTH KOREA next Year!!!
I'm a night-person
My fav apps Are Pinterest, Spotify and Snapchat, but I use Tumblr and WhatsApp very often too
I´m a Kpop Stan ^^
My ult groups are Ateez, P1Harmony and Boynextdoor
My ult biases are Yeosang, Keeho, jungkook, Felix and Jaehyun
My fav emoji is 🩷
I am a sfw Tk blog but I also post other fictions
98% Lee, 2% Ler ^^
ISFJ
Active since May 2023 (I guess...)
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Requests open!
But please don't mention
depressions
self harm
self critical being
pedo content
any fetish content
nsfw
harasm or hate
If you don't talk about these things:
-> Feel free to request or DM, I won´t bite ❣️ 
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I prefer writing Reader x Someone fictions rather that someone specific x someone specific bcz I can imagine this better and I just don't like writing these kinds of fictions. (But I love reading them tho)
I´ll write for
Ateez (OT8)
Boynextdoor (Bias: Jaehyun)
Stray Kids (Bias: Felix and Chan)
Enhypen (Bias: Jungwon and Heeseung)
BTS (Bias: Jungkook)
TXT (Bias: Kai)
Oneus (Bias: Xion)
Treasure (no bias)
Seventeen (Bias: Jun)
P1Harmony (Bias: Keeho, Soul and Theo but am kinda ot6)
Xikers (no bias)
The boyz (no bias)
iKON (Bias: Bobby)
SF9 (Bias: Taeyang and Hwiyoung)
BTOB (no bias)
ShiNEE (Bias: Minho)
Zerobaseone (Bias: Ricky)
82Major (Bias: Yechan)
(i write for every member I just wanted do mention my bias lol)
I only write for Boygroups sorry
I'll maybe try to write for some Series, Movies or Dramas too
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My fav Dramas/Series are :
Imitation
Kingdom [Legendary war]
I'm not a robot
True Beauty
Sweet Home
I-Land
Shadowhunters
ATLA
Miraculous
One piece live action
My Holo Love
My demon
Game of Thrones
Mia & Me (IT'S A CHILDREN SERIES I KNOW BUT I LOVE IT LEAVE ME ALONE)
(Others coming soon for sure  😅 )
My Fav Movies are:
20th century girl
Love and leashes
Pirates of the carribean
Lord of the rings/ the Hobbit
Transformers
Avengers the endgame
Elemental
Black widow
After (every movie of this series)
Five Nights at Freddy's
Three Nuts/Wishes for Cinderella (the old one, not the new)
My biggest dreams are studying in Korea when I'm done with school and seeing all my fav groups in rl
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My favourite blogs are
@il0veyoujk 💕
@sunny-117 💕
@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday 💕
@itzystopkiddingmenowloco 💕
@atzgiggle 💕
@atzupdates 💕
@jungkookslipring 💕
@teddybearmingi 💕
@liliiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 💕
@ticklishthoughts1
@daybreak-tkler 💕
@lunarleee 💕
@jiwoongiloveyouzb1blog💕
@jihyosdaughter 💕
@sugary-sweet-anon 💕
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꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Masterlist ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱
Pinterest Like picture series
My bunny
trip to berlin
How Ateez members find out/react to you being ticklish
Hongjoong
Seonghwa
Wooyoung
Yeosang
Hurt/Comfort
He doesn't deserve you (Wooyoung x Reader)
Stress reliever (Seonghwa x Reader)
Tk Fictions (Idol x reader)
A game afternoon with Ateez (Ateez x Reader)
Uljima (Enhypen Niki x Jungwon x Reader)
Zombies and revenge (BTS Jungkook x Enhypen Jungwon x Stray Kids Felix x Reader)
Hanteez (it's a really long fic, not only about tickling but it has some tickle scenes,, Stray Kids Han x Ateez x Reader)
Pass along (Stray Kids x Reader)
It's okay (Ateez Seonghwa x Reader)
I'm not ticklish (Txt Yeonjun x Reader)
Stress Reliever (Ateez Seonghwa x Reader)
Under the Christmas tree (Stray Kids Bangchan x Reader)
Big, dangerous dinosaur (P1h Keeho x Reader)
(Idol x Idol)
A ticklish massage (Leeseo x Yujin)
Tickletober 2023
Day 2: Accidental (ATLA Zuko x Reader)
Christmas Oneshots
Under the Christmas Tree (Stray Kids Bangchan x Reader)
Ticklemoments posted by me (?)
DannyPhantom exe threatening tkls...
again...
Yeosang being tkld
Keeho (P1H) telling a tickle story
P1HARMONY PLAYIN' FIND THE BELLYBUTTON WAHHHH
More...personal posts
I love y'all & thank you &lt;3
I had an...idea
Okay that was it...
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Love u all guys 💕💕
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dandeliicns · 2 months
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the perfect cake
behind the scenes drabble for @depictedmorada ft. Tyler Atlas & Victoria Atlas
It was the evening before a very important day, a day that made him nervous and it was rare for Tyler Atlas to be nervous. Usually, he had a sense of pride and some may even say cockiness when it came to certain things, but not her. A certain girl named Madeleine Perez always made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a chill down his spine when he was near her or even thought about her.
He wanted this creation to be perfect, he wanted her to like him more and earn her praise. Taking out the cookbooks that he had acquired over the months and years from the time he traveled to explore different countries to learn their culture and their dishes. He leaned over his marble countertop staring at the possible choices he could come up with. Would it take all night? Probably, did he care? Not at all. Tyler wanted her to know that she was important and that he was willing to go the extra lengths for her special day.
Sighing somewhat and snapping his fingers to make little flames appear and disappear he looked up from his reading. A thought struck him, maybe he needed to dig deeper. Following his gut feeling, he went to a different folder, A folder filled with recipes that his mother passed onto him. One thing about his mother, Michelle Atlas was that she loved food from all over, and during her travels when she toured, she had no problem going to hole-in-wall locations and getting to know the owners. Flipping through the different recipes he made a slight hum sound as he thought. "I have no idea what I should go with, what do you think Axel?" Tyler asked as he looked over to his German Sheppard that curled up on his couch. The animal looked up and tilted its head to the side before going back to sleep. "Yeah yeah, didn't need your help anyway." He chuckled softly before reading more food content.
After some time had passed, he came around one that might work. Granted some things were in Spanish but he was able to make out some English translations based off what he knew and whatever notes the original Chef made. Thankfully, he only had to order a couple of items from the list and he could get cooking.
Once all the items arrived, he began setting up his station, throwing on his music to set his vibe; Tyler began doing what he did best. There was a smile on his face as he put all the necessary items in their appropriate bowls, separating dry items from the liquids, and making as little mess as possible. Sometimes it was achievable, other times not so much, this time? There was a fair amount of ingredients on his clothing as he mixed everything together and even danced around the kitchen a bit to the music he was playing while he was in his element.
Cooking, baking, overall being in the kitchen was his happy place. He took Made with love to a literal sense when it came to his craft and he hoped it showed in work. Tyler was hoping that Maddy would at least like his homemade tres leches cake. The only hiccup that he came across was having it sit for three to five days, and frankly, Tyler didn't have that time. Once the base of the cake was in a pan and placed in the oven, he made a quick call to Victoria needing her witchy assistance.
As soon as the middle-aged Atlas' arrived, he was met with teasing and taunting about how he was letting his feelings show and that he never called for help when it came to cooking, let alone baking. After he endured her playful banter he gestured to the cake that was done baking. He promised he'd give her a piece since he had a feeling that Maddy wouldn't have a whole dessert for herself, but Tyler thought she could save enough to have some left over so she could indulge here and there if she was craving something sweet.
Taking the pan out of the oven, no gloves were required since he naturally absorbed the heat due to his abilities; he grabbed the other bowl to place the whipped icing on the base. Sprinkling the cinnamon on top with some added flare, he slid it over to Victoria so she could cut the cooling time down in half. From three to five days to twenty-four hours, he was ready to get it all set up for his precious Maddy. "I really hope she likes this cake." Tyler muttered softly, feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked towards his blonde adoptive sister, greeted with a smile, she parted her own lips to speak. "She won't just like it, she'll love it."
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skyrim-forever · 11 months
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What Color Does Your OC's Love Feel Like?
Tagged by the wonderful @dirty-bosmer, thank you so much this is so cool!
Tagging @faiyamon (more Aeva pls <3) @sheirukitriesfandom @lucien-lachance and anyone else who thinks this is cool :)
You can find the quiz here.
Also I'm going to add in my new OC from my current play through, a Breton mage named Rochelle :) Hoping to make more content for her soon :)
Theodora: dark stormy blue
Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
Valeria: deep staining red
Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.
Rochelle: soft fresh green
Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.
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copperbadge · 2 years
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digitaldiscipline
Sam, I keep seeing the WIP title and may I suggest "the ladyfingers and the tiger" to keep with the food theme?
Sadly for the same reason I could not call it Confit For A King -- there’s no confit nor ladyfingers! But there is a tiger. The tiger is a real tiger but also a metaphor. It all works in my head but it’s proving difficult on paper. 
Also I’m going for a theme where I get progressively more pretentious with each title. Fete for a King is a dumb pun, Infinite Jes is a play on both Shakespeare and David Foster Wallace, and The Lady And The Tiger references an extremely pompous (and kinda sidelong-racist) short story by Frank Stockton illustrating a philosophical dilemma. Soon I’m going to be getting into like, Ayn Rand territory. Perhaps a story about the palace Conservation Corps officers called Atlas Shrubbed. 
spiderine
Are. You. Out. Of. Your. Mind. We spend so much energy wrapping you in metaphorical bubble wrap and here you go dosing yourself with rocket fuel. Must we upgrade to kevlar before you turn yourself into a molotov cocktail?
See, this is making me glad I didn’t go with my original plan of buying Everclear and watering it down to 50% ABV. 
cucurbitapuella
You could probably get away with an "in character" basic but not beautiful map - maybe Noah had to do it for homework, or Eddie made himself one to mark where the cheeses come from?
The idea of Eddie drawing himself some kind of deranged treasure map with CHEESE HERE in the upper left corner is extremely compelling. :D 
sorelylackingsnifters
It is weirdly refreshing to see another person on this site who isn't engaged with every single piece of media out there. I am glad the gay pirates exist! But I'm going to be over here with my point-and-click games instead!
I think one of the downsides of social media with regards to fandom in specific is that it presents a skew of proportion, in a way. It’s not really polite (or...in some ways necessary) to hop online and just announce you don’t like something. We just don’t do it, unless we’re critiquing the media for problematic elements of some kind. And I feel like that’s appropriate, for the most part. But it can get frustrating to be bombarded by other people reblogging content from the thing we don’t like (or even are just indifferent to) to the point where you kind of want to announce your dislike out of sheer perversity.
But like, there’s nothing wrong with people loving something and reblogging content of it, they’re not doing it to pester us. So whenever I find myself getting frustrated with those posts, I immediately go and blacklist the thing -- generally tags but also character names not in tags, just to be sure. I do this because at that point I am officially Reacting and don’t want to harsh anyone’s good time for no reason. But it does kind of create a feedback loop where I think some people go looking for reasons something might be problematic in order to announce they don’t like a thing and have justification for doing so.
It’s one of those situations where we just have to gently restrain our inner toddler. I’m getting better at it as I get older; my policy these days is “If someone asks my opinion about something that isn’t actually impacting me, I will give it as truthfully but politely as possible, expressing joy in the joy of others. Otherwise I’ll keep my damn mouth shut.” 
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The Loose Ends
Pathfinder Pirate Campaign Character Reflection
Session 23-24
Context: The party has been spending their time getting their bearings in the city of Maeyrn in astral space. Maeya, for whom the city is named, gave Piper a memento of Dhul to give to Jhara. Then, during some shopping and restocking, Jhara and Piper came across a shop that appeared to have been broken into. It turned out to have been a misunderstanding. The shopkeeper just accidentally broke some glasses, but Piper had already managed to stick her nose where it didn't belong: literally. She put her face into what turned out to be a Wellspring of Knowledge, which kept her stick until she told it a secret.
Later than evening, the same demon spies appeared that had appeared in their tent back in Zaragoza. Before the party could catch them, they vanished.
Now, the party is pursuing a variety of jobs, to make money and prepare for their pending journey to hell. First on the list is helping an eccentric musician who can't write a song. Tonight, they're going to a concert!
Content Warnings: None
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As soon as Piper drops the necklace into my hand, I know what it is. I don’t recognize the shape, or the magic that pulses from it, but I know the material. I know orc ivory. I’m confused. Piper tells me it’s Dhul’s, that Maeya gave it to her, and my confusion grows. Where did Maeya get this? Why did she give it to Piper? Piper can’t tell me much, and I'm left with a familiar emptiness as I clutch the weeping figure, with as many questions as ever. My bosun whistle suddenly feels heavier around my neck.
On the rail ride back to the Atlas, we grilled Piper about what happened with the fountain. She had to give it a secret. She didn’t want to answer, she never does, but she finally told us: She didn’t know if she wanted to save the world or let it rot, because she’s angry about her own pain. That answer is shitty, childish, and unbearably selfish, but it was honest. More honest than she has ever been, and that is something I can appreciate. That is something we can work with. I’m relieved, actually. If she’s going to be here and she wants to keep her freedom, we need complete and open honesty from now on.
Yunma’s question catches me off guard. “How do you deal with it?” It almost makes me want to laugh. If this is what dealing with death and grief and horror and loss is, I don’t want to know what not dealing with it would look like. But clearly, to him, I look more put together than I feel. Maybe he feels that way too. I tell him the truth; I have no idea. The only way I know how to deal with any of it is just… to keep going. Life goes on. The world keeps turning. And you do what you can for those that are still here. Having friends to rely on helps. I hope he knows he can rely on me.
He asks me about Saaria next. I don’t know how to answer that. She’s pretty. I’d like to get to know her more, being the only other drow I’ve ever met. We could have fun. It’d be a nice distraction. I fall asleep considering the possibility.
I don’t know what causes me to wake, but I jump up upon seeing the figure in the doorway, red, with pits for eyes, just like in the tent. But as soon as I grab my swords, it’s gone. Yunma and I race to Piper and Edward’s room. They saw the same. I remember what the captain said to Edward and I when we discovered the first one. I make everyone show me their tongues, but nothing is out of the ordinary. If there is another shape-shifting spy here, it is not one of us, but it is here, and we must be vigilant. 
For now, we have a concert to get to. It feels a bit silly, helping a musician who can’t write a song with so much else going on, but if Kaela feels it’s worth our time, I trust her. We have free tickets. Maybe someone would like to come along with us…
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Feel free to send me any questions!
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bafflement · 7 months
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Deaged Oz AU - Rumors In Atlas
The whispers had started long before Tip saved the little Faunus child, but his actions only served to strengthen them, make them more believable and more real. After all, now there were witnesses to state that Winter Schnee, or a boy calling himself that, had acted in exactly the way those old enough to remember the boy Atlas had lost would have acted. That? That changed things...
"Do you really believe them? Those stories, I mean? Even if they found the Schnee child, why would he care about us? He's human, after all... not to mention a Schnee..." The speaker reached up to scratch at one floppy ear, looking annoyed. He, for one, wasn't going to buy anything anyone said about them. After all, it had been far too long ago for them to still be the boy the whispers stated that he was...
"Nicholas' kid, though. And the old man? He cared, at least far more than Jacques did. What I don't get is why everybody's stating he's a kid." His workmate sighed, stretching overly tense shoulders, but his voice seemed more believing than his companion. The older Faunus looked almost wistful for a second, those around him suddenly forcefully reminded that he had known Winter Schnee, once...
"Maybe things'll get better? If it's really little Winter, then maybe he can help?"
"He'd have to grow up again, first... at least if things are to be believed. A temporal semblance... wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Imagine waking up in the future?" There was a hush as the meaning of those last few statements hit home. If it was true, then that would explain rather a lot, wouldn't it?
"Can you believe it?" A boy sneered, sounding disgusted. "Some jumped up kid claimed to be a Schnee, stood up for a filthy Faunus girl... no Schnee would ever lower themselves that far!"
"Maybe it was a stunt?" His friend asked, tentatively. "After all, with Jacques gone, don't they need all the good wiill they can get? I still can't believe he was such a monster..."
"Maybe. Wasn't there some cripple brat at the funeral? Could be them. Hey, maybe it really was Winter Schnee, figures the only person who'd be friends with her would be a dead kid."
He shot a venemous look over at Lily, who ignored him, content in the knowledge that she did have at least one person who cared about her. No, Tip wasn't at school with them, but he was really nice! Her parents had said that they'd let him come over to visit soon, she could see him again. she finally had a friend! Hey, maybe he'd bring the others she'd met, too? The bullies would never touch her with all those scary older kids around. Tip even had a sword! They hadn't looked very tough, running away from him, after all... she giggled to herself softly and continued reading. Maybe she'd be a Huntress, one day?"
The first protests started a few days later. Robyn Hill herself had gone on record that she'd met the boy in question. She'd had nothing but good things to say about the youngster who had thwarted what might so easily have been a massacre at her election party, which only really served to underline that something, at least, was definitely going on. They'd heard of the boy that she was talking about, little Wintertip Pine, too. And wasn't that just the coincidental name, under the circumstances?
Rumors were flying quicker than ever, so when James Ironwood came out and admitted publically that there had indeed been a temporal semblance involved in the recovery of one of the Atlas Four, almost the entire public were of the same opinion. It was Winter Schnee, the small, crippled boy that so many had taken into their hearts when he was snatched all that time ago. He'd been returned to them, so now? It was up to them to protect him, make sure it could never happen again.
After all, it wasn't like he could realistically protect himself, even if there were stories involving some sort of sword. That would just be laughable... right?
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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year
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Hi lovebugs! I feel like an explanation is due for my absence so here you go <3
Everything is okay, I am fine, my family is fine and I am in great health. The reason why I kind of disappeared with no notice for a few weeks is…. I don’t really have a reason.
Life is life. My love for writing comes and goes in waves, and while literature will always have a place in my heart, sometimes other hobbies feel more important. Besides being a writer, I am also an actress, a martial artist and a student. I tend to be incredibly busy most days with those things as well as family, friends and my spiritual journey.
Over the past few weeks, I have checked my tumblr notifications maybe three times? I certainly owe you all a fantastic ticket time which will happen soon as promised because we reached two different follower goals! I am so proud of all of us and am grateful to welcome more people onto my blog.
I think my biggest problem with writers block is currently, most people only request Death Note content which is completely understandable considering I write mostly for it. However, my interests are focused on different fandoms right now, like Percy Jackson and the Olympians and ATLA so I’m struggling to produce anything for Death Note. My apologies.
Now that I am back, I am very excited to open my ask box and write you all back! I’m sure you’ve all been eager to hear a response to whatever you’ve sent in and I am so happy to have that to look forward to. I will also let you know when I am available for a ticket time because again, WE REACHED TWO FOLLOWER GOALS!!!!
And! If any of you read this and decided you’d like to send in Percy Jackson or ATLA requests, I am in love with you. I apologize for my limited attention span and how quickly i hop from interest to interest but the brain does how it does 🤷‍♀️.
Thank you very much for your kindness and grace and I am very enthusiastic to be back on here and communicating with you all again!!! Sorry this is so long, I got a little excited typing this out🧍
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hueningshaped · 2 years
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no because you definitely do have big brain energy!!!!! tumblr why do you hate seeing us happy and in love. "i only ever thought about replying to you and the joy i feel from communicating with u" literally cannot see through my tears why do you have to be so adorable☹️ a button? i mean you're definitely as cute as one😌 about hobbies,,, i used to draw quite a bit but i haven't done that in YEARSS, i feel like nowadays i don't really have anything i could call a hobby quite depressing tbh😐 what about you!!!! and omg stop i don't even really consume mbti content but whenever i come across something my type always gets dragged i love u😭😭 beffie we're in the same boat about astrology i am very bad at it i should be glad that i can name all signs atp🧎🏻 but i find it so interesting so i just got my chart calculated and read on one of those astrology sites online :D i'm a taurus so we're both earth signs😼 (whatever that signifies😭) ooooo another trip!!!! how long will you be gone for!!! as always i hope you have fun and stay healthy🫶🏻🫶🏻 omg i love both dogs and cats but i think i might like cats just a little bit, although i always feel like i'm at a job interview whenever i meet one because i've never had a pet so i get very nervous around them :/ what about you!! do you have a preference + do you have/have you ever had pets😸 that encore stage☹️☹️ one of the first txt vids i ever saw literally could already feel that i would not be able to let go of them anytime soon😵‍💫 AND THE COMPILATION NOOOO :( he is so very dear and precious to me head in hands here's something for u too!! he is gigantic with tiny behavior😞 you could never ever talk too much whenever i get a post notification from you i'm just 💓💘💗❤️🫶🏻 my entire day brightens up immediately!!!! also YES I SAW how did he change hair colors TWICE since my last ask😭 soobin said he will be bleaching it and i just need to know so bad,, my brain is itching for information😾 thank u for the beoms☹️☹️☹️ i always get so happy that you take the time to add some for me and i'm even happier that i get to do the same for you now since i finally managed to set up my new blog!!! - apple, formerly 🧃<3
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there’s this movie i love and probably for the inside jokes that it gave me and my sibling but one of the lines is “…thank you. i love you. i knew it the minute i met you. sorry it took so long for me to catch up. i just got stuck…” and i think it really works for what i mean for you. sorry ive been so bad lately. you finally made ur blog and it’s so beautiful <3 of course it fits u so well ~ you’re AS CUTE — CUTER THAN A BUTTON!! honestly it’s hard to have time to do anything we all remotely like since life is so busy so i get u!! i don’t have any besides reading and music haha im boring as frick 🫶🏼 i love u ❤️‍🔥 earth signs woahhhhhh me trying to tie it to atla w/ my limited knowledge haha i just got back and i was driving for most of it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 hey i like cats just a bit more also hehe they’re more our temperament i think haha but AWWW that’s so cute (to me) that seeing one means a lot to you (in that sense) but i hope it’s not a bad nervous 🥺 i have 4 cats and 5 dogs but the cats are more mine rather than the dogs haha (we’re like an animal shelter 😭) i love my kitties more than anything !!!! OMG even though it was literaly 3 seconds THAT VIDEO IS SO PRECIOUS hyukaaaaaa ❤️ u know what’s sick i see ur notif (if tumblr actually does notify me) and i just think about it for a while and anxiously try to clear my schedule just to have a clear head when i do respond to you (it’s a habit ive noticed that applies to ppl i love) and it’s so odd so that’s to blame 😥 sorry im like this 🥺 AHHHH !! soobin never bleached haha but maybe he will for jpn and South Asia tour :0000 who knows hehe truthfully im happy and infinitely lucky you still talk to me ik im very frustrating 🥺 so thank you very very much. i sincerely hope you’re doing well and are safe and taking care, my dearest apple. you mean very much to me ~!!! ALSO THE PICS U ADDED ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! AHHHH some of my fav really 😽🥹 here are beoms and a song you remind me of even though i just cried to it dw 💓
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choerrypuffs · 2 years
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HELPPP i wasnt sure just being safe!!!
that's true!! just wanted to check w u first :) since it's your ~thing~ and you're really good at it (congrats on almost 3 years btw!!! im at almost 2 years for seoulbinz)
127 is a lot of people LMAOOO i think i can do it though! i made all 9 banners and summaries and have started johnny's and taeyong's but i also write fics a lot shorter than u do.. my max is like 10k bc i run out of ideas after that 😭😭😭😭
winwin im sorry <3 ily sm mr handsome sicheng i adore u and u will cameo... somewhere... u are not forgotten my beloved
and omg new demigod content?? i will keep a Very interested eye out.
i use an alias there (but if people find out, again, idc) and it's a cute blog and theme i think!!! i worked hard on it.
and yeah interaction kinda sucks on here :( i only get requests or likes, no reblogs, no asks to just talk, etc., and on my side blog (which has like... 61 followers?) i already have an anon!! they haven't messaged in a bit but it feels really nice to have asks to talk to Me, and reblogs on my fics, and people wanting to be on taglists.
im having an absolute blast! and it feels less stressful than writing on the main, so im spending most of my time there
im abt to buy glitch mode w one of the u.s. exclusive photocards i think,,, v excited!! i have hyuck in my phonecase rn :) it was ryujin for a while (my wife)
JFSSJFKDJK plsss you are to sweet it really isn't my thing 😭 ahhh thank you so much!! time really flies omg i can't believe it's almost been 3 years 🤧 congrats on 2 years as well!! <333
9 headers oof that alone would've made me give up instantly 💀 oh wow that's awesome you've already started 2 fics? i have such a one-track mind that i can only write one at a time and only in order too 💔 give me some of your productiveness pls 🧎‍♀️ how long do you think each fic is going to be? LMAO every time i write a fic i always tell cat and moon it's going to be 5k max and then end up with 10k+ 🥴 i genuinely have no idea how i managed to keep my atla series between 5-8k 😔
winwin doesn't dance his ass off and sing his 2 lines in every comeback to be treated like this 😤
keep a very close out eye bc it might be coming soon 👀
yesssss blog themes are so fun to change 🤩 it's 80% of the reason i'm still on tumblr 😩
i'm sorry my love :(( i know lack of interaction can be quite demotivating for authors. i'm so happy you have an anon!!! anons are a godsend omg i love my ccsa anon sm 💖💖💖
i'm glad you're having more fun on your sideblog!! 🥰 if you feel stressed on your main, then don't force yourself! who knows maybe your sideblog will become your main after a while
ooooh good luck! is there a specific photocard you're aiming for? 👀
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roseamonglilies · 2 years
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Love and Legacy : Part II
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Viktor x Lab Assistant!Reader ▪︎ Part II of V
Part I ▪︎ Part III ▪︎ Part IV ▪︎ Part V
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning: Some sexual content, sexual tension, im blue-balling you bitches, Viktor is still adorable no matter what, maybe angst (?) (idk it depends on how edgy you’re feeling)
A/N: It’s a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I wanted to get this out as soon as I could. I didn’t proof this either, so its possible there are chunks missing. Also should I keep the borders? I kinda like it.
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An hour passed before you finally entered the lab. Jayce greeting you with his usual good morning wearing the same stellar smile of his you’d grown used to seeing. When your work with him had first started, you could have sworn you’d eventually go blind just by how white Jayce’s teeth were. You mumbled a reply, trying your best to reflect the same amount of joy, but your attention instantly drifted to Viktor once you noticed he was present too, tinkering on some small contraption. The hand in your pocket tightened. The piece it held, his tie, wound tightly around your fingers. The fabric felt like silk under your fingers. 
He turned to meet, slipping a pair of blue-lensed goggles off his face. Circled indentions had already formed around his eyes as Viktor scanned you. Had you not been so preoccupied with acting ignorant in front of Jayce, you were sure his stare alone would have stopped you in your tracks. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, causing his collar to flare out distractingly. You could see his collarbone through the opening in his shirt, and the skin below it from a distance. One could only imagine what you could see up close. Despite the reddened indentions, his eyes had lightened drastically; they seemed so much sharper, piercing yours with a solidity that rocked you. 
They shifted downwards, thinking about something you couldn’t guess. His eyes flickered back up to you for a fraction more before turning back to his work, wordlessly. He hadn’t even smiled or bothered greeting you. 
A series of heavy clangs broke your line of thought, snapping you back to the present, and you had to remind yourself that you had your own work to do. There was a crick in your neck from the loveseat’s armrest. A pulsating pain that would likely worsen as the day went on. 
Jayce had gone off on his own tangent, testing the atlas gauntlet of which he was so proud. Meaning Viktor was left to work on his own. For a good few moments, you watched him; he was adjusting the complex wiring of his hex claw. Apparently the early trials deemed the laser to be a bit too trigger happy, and he’d been trying to find a way to control its activation. There had been times, admittedly, when he or whoever wore the control-glove had almost lost a finger due to it’s jankiness. He seemed fixed on the machinery on the table in front of him, his lips were pursed thin, as he combed through the wires, occasionally refitting one to another point and then observing how the claw reacted. 
Time crept on steadily, and despite the events of last night and this morning, you managed to keep yourself busy without distraction. Though it was oddly quiet since you did little to join in on any odd conversation between the two men. It was almost easy to drift into a world of your own, in which the only existent things were you and your duties. Especially since you were simply do a re-run of everything you’d done yesterday, it all seemed go blend smoothly between thought and action. 
The experiment was fairly simple: you were to take a small sample of a plant that had come in contact with the hexcore, mix it in a solution of chemicals, and record any abnormalities or change in nature. As of now, nothing had occurred. You were growing nervous that the week you’d dedicated to this task was becoming a waste, but you continued. If not for the sake of finishing the data, at least in the hope that you might be proved wrong. But, as of now, every single specimen you’d tested had no change from the other, and it was clearly beginning to frustrate you.
Hours passed before the peaceful silence was broken. 
“Having trouble thinking?”
His voice drifted into your ear in a whisper, softer than an ocean breeze. Apparently you’d zoned out for quite some time whilst watching the vials slowly change from a vibrant green to a mix of blues and browns. One in particular shone a pearly shade of  yellow. 
You could smell how close he was before you looked. Coffee and brown sugar, more fresh than the blanket from this morning, stronger, as his scent overwhelmed your senses; he must have just had a fresh cup. A part of you wondered if he liked it sweet or strong, but just entertaining the idea sent a wave of other thoughts through you. 
You turned in your seat. 
Viktor was inches, less than inches from your face. His breath fanned your face, and you felt the same coolness wash over your as you had this morning. It seemed to fan the flame that was spreading across your cheeks.
Wide-eyed you returned his gaze, biting your tongue when you realized what he was staring at. There were specks of dandelion in his otherwise brilliant gold irises. The hue reminded you of the short hour just before sunset, of a cloudless sky stained with the sun’s radiance that filled you with a sense of warmth unlike any other. As you found yourself drowning in their brilliance, you, for a moment, felt like Icarus, foolishly flying into the sun, fixated, unable to turn away. And like Icarus, it would only take a little more heat to make you fall too close, too much. 
You had to fight to keep your knees from buckling when they moved from your lips to meet your eyes. They were calm, concentrated, analyzing the emotions you couldn’t hope to hide.
Your thoughts then crossed to Jayce, and you realized just how stale the room had been for the last 20 minutes without his constant talking. He must have left to get some food; the sun was almost set after all. You likely had as much time before his return. Before he would question the odd display. 
“I must admit, I’ve had other things on my mind as well...” His eyes once again shifted, to an indeterminate spot on your check, frowning when doing so. A small exhale left his mouth, and he tilted his head ever-so-slightly in amusement. “Did you know you have ink on your face?”
“A-ah, no, I...” Your words caught in your throat when you felt his fingers brush against your neck, palm moving to cup your jaw. Gently, he lifted your face up to a better angle, ever closer to his own. Regardless of how delicately his hand felt to your face, the action didn’t cease to cause a shiver that spread from your back up to your neck. You sat in the uncomfortable chair, dumbfounded, unsure of how to process what was happening as he brought his other hand to his lips, slowly dragging his thumb across his tongue. He made an effort to be tender as he wiped away the ink, thumb lingering on your cheekbone when he seemed satisfied. He studied your face a moment longer, before finally giving you much needed space. The departure of his hands left a chill down your neck. You had to remind yourself to breath, though a part of you already missed his touch. 
“I was worried that I may have overstepped some boundaries last night, I’ve been... trying to find a way to apologize to you.” He shifted to his right leg, holding onto his cane tightly. His knuckles clutching the crutch were white, trembling, though it hard hard to tell with how tense his entire body was.
“Why?” The question left your lips before you’d thought to ask. He seemed to stall with his answer, yet you wanted to... no, you needed to know. 
“I feel... that I may have... taken advantage of the situation we were in last night. It was unprofessional of me, to put you in a situation where you had such little choice-” Your hand found his cheek, and suddenly, his words fell apart. Silently you leaned in, staring right through him. He stared back through a confused frown, eyes somewhat unsure as they searched yours.
“Did it make you uncomfortable?” His frown deepened, and you let your hands fall to his jawline to let him speak. Inches, again. Inches close, closing into less. He stole a glance downward when he noticed you bite your lip. 
“What?” The question came out hoarse and airy. The sound was almost that of fear, though his eyes told you different.
He struggled with his words. It was kinda cute, the way he grappled with describing what was on his mind. You saw an opportunity in his hesitance.  
“Were you uncomfortable last night?” You heart was beating through your chest, heat rising to your checks. If it were going any harder, you were sure the two of you could have heard it in the quiet room. In fact, it was lethally silent, you hadn’t even noticed until now; the loudest thing present was the sound of breathing: one was heavy, the other, uneven. You couldn’t tell whose was whose at this point, all your attention was on him. It was as though all of time and the space that surrounded you was waiting for his answer. “You left before I could ask.”
“N-no, I slept quite well, actually.” He stuttered. You swore you could feel an increase in warmth from the hand that still rested on his face. A shade of pink covered his cheeks. It was then that you realized he was the one with uneven breath; he was the one with irrational thoughts racing through his head. A level of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “But I wasn’t sure if I- well…”
“Then don’t apologize.”
“Miss (Y/n), I feel I must-“
You were about to do something that would change everything, whether that be regret or relief, there was only one way to find out. Months, you’d waited, waited for something to put you two together, and this was it. 
“Viktor, do you think I would have invited you inside if I didn’t want you there?” The question made his words fall apart, or, perhaps, it was the way you said his name, the way it slipped off your tongue, as though reciting poetry. His eyes widened, the blush deepened. He processed the question, repeating it in his head, until a certain light of understanding washed over his face. The uncertainty had all but vanished. “You wanna know something?“
“I do.” 
You raised your head, and as your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, you could tell just how much he was shaking. 
“If you hadn’t needed the sleep so bad, I would have joined you.“ 
There was an inhale from Viktor as he moved on your words. It took less time for him to step forward, acting on nothing but compulsion and desire, cup both sides of your face, and pull you towards him. 
It was a shock at first, being kissed by Viktor. Something you’d only thought possible in dreams. Something you’d only since imagined during late nights, alone in your bed, wondering if he did the same on such nights. 
You once wondered how he liked his coffee: Viktor liked it sweet. You could taste the sugar on his tongue as it brushed against yours. 
You stood, taking it all in, the feeling, the emotions, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. 
Your lips connected roughly, eyes shut, both reflecting a hunger that could only be satiated by each other’s embrace. Your hand found its way tangling through his messy hair; it was softer than you imagined. His hands found their way lining down to your waist. 
You’d wanted to do this since the day you met Viktor. But, until recently, you thought your relationship would never go beyond that of colleagues. Viktor’s lack of expression was always assumed to be a clear message that he had no interest in romance, but now you understood why it took him so long.  Why he seemed so hesitant to your acts of consideration. But now, held against him, you felt nothing but a reflection of validation. You kissed each other with impartial affection. His arms snaked down, further, inch by inch, until they were hooked around your upper thighs. 
Wordlessly, he lifted you onto the work table, and you gasped his name against his lips as he pressed his entirety against you, resting snugly between your thighs. It was as if he barely thought about it. How long had he been waiting to do that? 
Viktor leaned forward, breaking the kiss and resting his head against your shoulder to catch his breath. His breath pooled down your neck, causing a ripple of goosebumps to form along your skin. Viktor brought a hand to your lower back, slowly pulling you against his waist, trying to minimize any space left. He let out a groan when you wrapped your legs around him in response. A slew of curses left his mouth.
“You’ll be my undoing, Miss (Y/n)…” He hissed in your ear after finally breaking the kiss. The remark made your blush darken tenfold. To imagine Viktor saying something like that, god, it drove you over the edge. He lifted his head, studying your face the same way he did his notes, like he was trying to decipher the meaning, or find what may lie between the lines. They trailed down, memorizing each curve and indention of your body, until they finally rested on the buttons of your shirt. Your chest heaved as he began to fumble with them, hands trembling with what you imagined was a mix of adrenaline and impatience. 
However, before he could even reach the third button, something flashed in his eyes, panic, and, without warning, he pulled away completely, making you and the pressure between your legs frustrated. He eyed the door to the lab. You were about to question just what he was doing until you heard it: footsteps, padding towards you. It would seem Jayce’s arrival meant an end to this encounter. Viktor sighed, and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to brush out the cowlicks you had given him.
“I think it’s best that we leave this for now, unless we want Jayce to see this.” He paused, rolling up his sleeves, eyes shifting from the door back to you. You nearly fell on your ass in an attempt to sit in in your chair, shamefully distracted by his exposed forearms. Clearly, you were more flustered by Viktor’s actions than you’d first thought. He, on the other hand, had somehow managed to portray himself in a manner as if nothing had happened. As you re-buttoned your shirt, his hand caught your chin, pulling your head up to meet his. “Promise me we will continue this conversation another time.”
“I promise.” You nodded, and he returned the nod, a silent promise between you and him. Before he could step away, however, your hand caught his. “Wait- you left something in my room.”
Digging in your pocket, you pulled out the red tie, and handed it to him. His eyes flashed from the the tie to you, but he didn’t get the chance to say anything. With the sound of the door opening, he left you to fix yourself. Jayce sauntered in, an armful of food piled in his arms, nonethewiser of what had just occurred. 
“Oh hey, you found your tie!”
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On Death’s Doorstep (pt 4/?)
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Word Count: 1673
Rating: Teen
Pairings: familial Moxiety, slow-burn Anxceit
Warnings: captivity, past abusive relationship, discussion of past murder, accidental misgendering (followed by a correction and an apology)
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“~Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street!~” Patton happily sang along with the TV. It was day four of Knightcaster and his son living in their home — day two of them staying on the third floor instead of being held prisoner in Dr. Frankenstein’s lab — and Janus was still having a hard time wrapping their head around their new housemates.
A superhero in the home of four supervillains! What was this word coming to? Yesterday Janus went to the store to buy clothes for a toddler! (Knightcaster could make do with clothes borrowed from the rest of them, but they’d bought him some new underwear anyway.) someone was watching Sesame Street unironically!
Patton had been given more-or-less free reign of the building basically as soon as he’d entered (though the door to Remus’s floor and the door to Logan’s floor remained firmly locked at all times as neither could be considered “child friendly locations”). Knightcaster — Virgil — was another story; Logan had outfitted the building with sensors that would sound an alarm if Virgil’s power-cancelling cuffs ever crossed through either the doorway to the floor or any of the windows, and tracked his location throughout the building. He was confined to just the third floor, but personally, Janus would much rather be a prisoner on the third floor — with a real bed, TV, space — than handcuffed to a hospital bed in corner of Logan’s lab.
For his part, Virgil seemed rather content with this arrangement — the lack of privacy, that is, the fact that he was surrounded by supervillains clearly had him on guard at all times — even the part where Janus, Roman, Remus, and Logan could and did come and go from the apartment as they pleased went uncontested. The hero never said a word when they let themselves in, never asked them to leave if they hung around too long, in fact, the only thing he had done was ask Remus not to say “ass” in front of Patton, everything else he took in stride. And even when the twins went out of their way to annoy him, he wouldn’t say a word, wouldn’t complain…
Janus wasn't sure if it was because he was a prisoner and therefore felt that he couldn’t complain, or something else entirely, but curiosity pushed them to spend more time than strictly necessary on the third floor.
(And maybe something more than curiosity, shut up Roman.)
Janus had been making lunch (they hadn’t left any knives in the kitchen when they’d baby-proofed the apartment before letting Virgil move in, so Janus had had to pre-cut their ingredients back in their own kitchen) when the twins entered the apartment. The two of them surveyed the scene for a moment — Janus in the kitchen, Patton in front of the television, and Virgil sitting at the dining room table where he could strategically keep both Patton and Janus in view — before making a beeline for Virgil (though not without Roman sending Janus a knowing look).
Virgil glanced at them suspiciously as they both sat down across from him — they’d stopped trying to present themselves as the same person after Patton had spilled the beans to his dad about his new “friends” — and from the mischievous and curious looks on the twins’ faces, Janus could tell what they wanted before they opened their mouths.
Logan had been clear that second night when he’d told them all what Knightcaster had said, and he’d explicitly forbade any of them from pressing Knightcaster for details.
But Logan wasn’t here right now — he was out testing the waters now that the city didn’t have either of their superheroes — and the twins were tired of waiting.
“So,” Remus started, a slightly crazed smile spreading across their face. “Why’d you kill Atlas?”
All color drained from Knightcaster’s face and he quickly glanced at his son to make sure the toddler wasn’t paying attention — he wasn’t.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he hissed.
“Yeah but c’mon,” Roman pushed. “You’re a superhero, he’s a superhero — you guys even worked together sometimes! — what made you want to kill him?”
Remus nodded along enthusiastically. “Yeah, was he corrupt?”
“Are you corrupt?”
“Possessed by a serial killer?”
“Tired of sharing the spotlight?”
“Catch him stealing jelly beans?”
“A Soviet spy?”
“A French spy?”
“A Canadian spy?”
“A Californian spy?”
“A Korean–?”
“That’s enough!” Janus snapped. Virgil looked just about ready to shake out of his skin, and the eight extra twins crowded around the table surely weren’t helping.
“Sorry,” Roman offered sheepishly, his duplicates reabsorbing into him.
Remus pouted, but followed suit, sans apology. “We’re just curious,” she defended, addressing Janus rather than Virgil.
Janus held her gaze, a silent warning.
“Whatever,” she huffed, breaking the contact.
“I don’t. Want. To talk. About it,” Virgil gritted out a second time.
“Spoilsport,” Remus mumbled under their breath.
“Well, can we ask you how you become a government-superhero?” Roman asked, glancing at Janus. “Is that allowed?”
Janus just shrugged, it wasn’t like the question was actually directed at them, and they didn’t see any problem with asking.
“I don’t know who you talk to initially,” Knightcaster answered slowly. “But basically you submit an application like you would for any job — except that this application focuses heavily on your superpowers and not your previous work experience — and once your background check or whatever goes through, you’re escorted to a facility where they test the limits of your powers and assign you a level for each of them. If they like your powers and levels, they’ll bring you several long contracts to sign, and poof! you’re a superhero.”
“What? Just like that?” Remus asked, wrinkling their nose in disgust.
“Well there’s a year of training before they send you out in the field, but yeah, basically.”
“What kind of training?” Roman pushed, leaning forward in interest.
“Well there’s combat of course, some power-specific training, tactical training, a law course,” Virgil listed, his posture ever so slightly relaxing as he spoke.
“Law?” Janus perked up at that last one; they themself were technically a lawyer — when they weren’t a supervillain that is — and often took on cases pro bono.
“Yeah, that one was the most like a normal class. It was–”
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Patton announced suddenly, toddling over to the table and climbing into Virgil’s lap.
“I’m almost done making lunch,” Janus announced before Virgil could reply. “I made you a grilled cheese.”
“Thank you miss Janus!” The toddler replied politely.
Janus twitched. “Just ‘Janus’ is fine, thank you,” they said tightly.
“Buddy, you have to ask people what they want to be called,” Virgil explained softly.
“Oh, ‘m sorry,” Patton said as Janus placed a plate with a sandwich on it — whole since there weren’t any knives to cut it with — in front of him.
“I accept your apology. ‘Janus’ will be just fine; M. Janus if you’re feeling formal.” Janus returned to the table with a large bowl of pasta salad and four smaller bows for the adults to eat from.
“Okay!” The toddler cheered before turning his gaze onto Roman with all the seriousness he could muster — which was not much. “What do you want to be called?”
“Roman is just fine, young one, but I also go by prince Roman!” Roman declared grandly.
“Are you really a prince?” Patton asked, eyes wide with excitement.
“Yeah,” Remus muttered under their breath. “The prince of sucking a–”
There was a bang as Roman kicked them under the table.
“–pple… pops? Yeah, apple pops! They really like popsicles!”
“I like popsicles!” Patton informed them, thankfully oblivious to her original meaning. “Daddy, when we go home can we have popsicles?”
“…sure kiddo,” Virgil answered slowly grimacing. “We can have popsicles when we go home.”
“I like popsicles,” Patton continued blissfully. “They have popsicles at the park that look like daddy and papa.”
Three sets of eyes snapped to Virgil at that and the hero’s shoulders hunched protectively. The toddler continued on, unaware of the bomb he’d just dropped.
“Miss Sophie says we’re going to the park on Wednesday, maybe she’ll let me have a popsicle. I can’t wait to go to the park, they have a slide there that’s so tall that only the big kids can go on it…”
Patton continued telling them about the park — Janus didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was Thursday, and he’d no doubt missed his opportunity to go to the park and have a popsicle with Knightcaster’s face on it — but no one was listening anymore. Virgil held Patton in front of him protectively, as though the child could protect him from the questions he could see sitting on the tips of the villains’ tongues.
As soon as Patton finished his sandwich, Virgil stood, taking the toddler with him. “Y’know, it’s nap time for Patton, and I think I’ll take one too. Good talk guys, see you later!” And with that, the superhero and child disappeared into the only bedroom on the whole floor, shutting the door firmly behind them.
“I like him!” Remus declared after a moment.
“At least you know he’s single?” Roman tried, watching Janus carefully.
“I mean killing your abusive husband? Hot!”
“Okay, time to leave,” Janus said, ignoring both of them and shooing them out the door.
“Boo!” The twins jeered, even as they left.
“Why do you think Atlas was abusive?” They heard Roman ask as the two of them ascended the stairs towards Roman’s apartment.
“I mean, have you ever met him? He’s an asshole!” Remus answered right before a door shut, cutting off their voices.
Janus sighed to themself and got to work cleaning up the dishes. They’d probably have to tell Logan about this; they didn’t have much of a plan about what to do with Knightcaster yet, but this was probably relevant information to take into account.
They’d also see what Logan’s thoughts were on building a small playground on the roof. No special reason, just cuz.
~~~END~~~
I’ve been trying all morning to scrape up enough focus to edit, no dice, just take it
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to-hell-and-beyond · 3 years
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“The Villainess Knight and His Princess”
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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader
Requested: Yes : No
Request: I love your Hawk/Eli imagines sm hi!!! Also random request I thought of: imagine Hawk coming to you after a fight and you doctor his wounds and such and just keeps flirting which you like play off but then he reveals he’s dead serious about crushing on the reader?? You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, but just an idea lol 😂😂😂 ok bye! Thank you for being an awesome writer!-Anon
Sorry this took soooo long! I’ve been having a couple of hard weeks so I’ve been trying my hardest to come out with content.
Summary: Over the past few months your old aquanince has come to you asking for you to fix his wounds The whole time he continues to shamelessly flirt with you, what happens if he goes a little to far?
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You sat on your bed as you read through your favorite book. You’ve read it about 100 times now, but it always gave you this feeling of joy inside whenever you read it. It was about a Villiness Knight who is later found out to be a pheasant boy that got picked on in his village. The princess decides that she is going to find this Villiness Knight and put an end to his villiness crimes, but instead she falls in love. It’s a story about love and forgiveness.
You smiled to yourself as you got to your favorite part. The Princess and the Villainess Knight were getting to know each other by the campfire. Your thoughts were interrupted though, by the sound of something heavy hitting your window. You jumped out of your bed wondering what you should do. Should you run and go tell your parents? Should you open the window? The universe so graciously didn’t let you finish these thoughts as the window opened to reveal Hawk.
“H-hey Y/n.” He said as he coughed. You looked at him to see he had cuts and bruises all over his arms and legs. He had a hand on his abdomen and looked like he had just been chased by a bunch of killer dogs. You rushed to help him inside and helped pull his body towards your bathroom sink. You sat him on the counter as you looked through your cabinets for a first aid kit.
The two of you had been...friends before he became Hawk. Well, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends, more like acquaintances. You didn't like the people at your school, all there were rich girls and obnoxious boys. So you would find yourself sitting at Eli and Demitri’s table. You never talked, you would just read as they talked to each other about the newest comic. After his transformation to Hawk he had begun to flirt with you all the time. You didn’t think anything of it then, and you still don’t.
“What happened to you this time?” You asked. This wasn’t the first time the all famous Mohawk boy barged into your room and asked you to help stitch him up. You never asked what really happened, not caring about the Karte War that was happening in your town. But ever since he had made amends with Demitri you’ve been curious.
“Thought maybe if I ruff myself up a bit you would kiss me better.” You glared at him, you alway hated when he came inside your home and started to flirt. It was embarrassing, and well you knew it was all just a joke...and you didn’t want it to be.
“In your dreams. Now this is going to sting so don't yell, my parents are downstairs.” You’ve learned from the numerous times he has come here, that he screams when you try to disinfect his cuts. It’s almost gotten you caught a few times.
“They're all done.” He smiled at you as you began to clean up the counter. 
“You're my hero now.” He winked at you as you sighed. Your heart is always  beating fast every time he says one of his flirtatious lines. But at the same time you knew he said the exact same thing to every girl out there.
“Can you kiss me all better Doc?” He asked as your hand on the towel beside you formed into a fist. How can he just say things like that? Doesn't he know that you don't like it? That you wish you were the only one he said these kinds of stuff to? Was he that much of an idiot?
“Y/n?” He asked softly as he saw your frown and your heavy heart. He never had wanted to hurt you. He really, really liked you more as friends and he wanted the both of you to be together. He never knew you didn’t like his flirting.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” You both sat in silence, waiting for the other to restart the conversation.
“I really like you Y/n, as more than a friend. I know that you think that I'm just being a flirty idiot but I really like you. I'm dead serious, I want to be with you.” You looked at him but kept your mouth shut. What if he was lying to make you feel better?
“I’m not lying Y/n, I-I think I love you.” You felt tears in your eyes as your breathing softened. He really was being serious. He actually really wanted to be with you! All this time you thought he was just being a jerk, he actually cared for you a lot.
“My parents are probably going to come up and check one me soon...How does 4 at that Taco place down the street on Saturday sound?” You asked as helped him off the counter.
“Like a dream come true Babe.” He winked at you again and you laughed. You helped him walk all the way towards your window.
“Are you sure you're okay? I can sneak you to the front door, it would be easier for you especially because of the cuts you have.” You asked in a worried tone.
“Yah I’m sure. If this taco date works out I'll have to use the window more often.” You blushed furiously as he laughed at your expression. You lightly slapped his chest as he continued to laugh.
“See you at 4.” He gave a quick salute as he began to climb all the way down your window. You watched until he got on his bike and drove off. You wanted to make sure that he was going to be alright. You actually had a chance with him now and you didn’t want to blow it.
As the sound of a motorcycle drove off, you walked towards your bed. You had made sure that there was no blood left on your bathroom counter before relaxing. You still didn’t want your parents finding out. You grabbed your book and flipped to the page you were last on and began to read again. It had looked to see that the Princess and the Villainess Knight had come tougher atlas, in true harmony.
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zutarawasrobbed · 3 years
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I'm really sick and tired of taking something that is so successful and continue using it to make a franchise or something. Like Marvel.
Why can't they just leave ATLA and LOK as it is? Or even better, why can't they just make new animated shows?
I really don't want to see content based on the same universe. Maybe it has something to do with playing with nostagia to make something successful.
I share the same sentiment. I want to leave good enough. Are some things that can be improved and I’d like to see explored in the series? Of course. But the same people who have used the same formula aren’t going to accomplish anything but redundancies. Getting rid of LoK of canon opens more flexibility regarding positive changes that can be made. A sequel series could be created with a whole new set of hurdles to meet. Think about it.
Avatar: fight for peace or something
Summary aka something I pulled out of my ass
In a world conditioned for war, peace was a fiction only few could dream of. Children grew up with hopes for peace before being forced to grow up to fast when its reality’s victims came knocking on their doors. Team avatar ended the 100-year war with the fall of Fire Lord Ozai. But they too were children, and they soon came to realize winning the war was the easy part; maintaining peace is a battle all on its own.
There’s so much to build off with this concept.
Finding hidden airbenders. Because news flash as someone whose family history is filled with genocides, they are never 100% successful!
Zuko rebuilding trust with the four nations
Water Nation strife between the Nothern Water Tribe and the Southern Water Tribe and the Swamp (possibly a fight for independence)
More water nation exploration!
More lore into fire nation propaganda and its history what’s hidden (royal family secrets)
Fire nation infrastructure reform
Ursa being found but coming to terms that the circumstances of her disappearance are not as black and white as one may have once believed. just a complete overhaul of that comics shit show. (Ursa couldn’t return to her children because she was pregnant and all her plans changed.)
Toph getting some freedom and exploring without the stress of her parents. Having time to figure out who she is.
Azula redemption. It can happen.
Airbender Ty lee
Adventurous Katara exploding her independence and finding what she wants—helping to rebuild her tribe and finding what she wants and who.
Suki and Sokka (just their relationship is everything)
I could go on. But these are just some ideas to explore.
Overall, I agree, and Bryke just keeps milking this cash cow because they haven’t had another original idea nearly as successful as Atla.
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musings-from-mars · 3 years
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@nuts-and-dolts-week - Day 1 : Childhood Friends (or, acquaintances?)
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Ruby hadn’t really understood why her dad had been so nervous about this big trip to Atlas. A whole week in the most technologically advanced place in Remnant? How could this not be the coolest thing ever? Almost all of her Signal classmates were going on the week-long trip, too. Despite her dad’s “I don’t knows” and “maybes,” Ruby had managed to get him to sign the permission slip and pay the dues for her to go. Of course, his condition that he chaperone was annoying, but at least it was happening! Ruby couldn’t wait to see the cool tech and weapons at Atlas Academy.
Much to her dismay, however, Ruby realized this school trip was ending up being way more boring than she expected. As her dad had put it, this really was shaping up to be “an elaborate recruitment event dressed up like an educational trip.” High-ranking military types and grizzled old academy professors gave tour after lecture after presentation, but to Ruby, it all blurred together. Who cared about graduation rates, or quality of education? Ruby wanted to see the cool stuff!
Which is why, despite knowing it would probably get her in trouble, she sneaked away during a lecture on the history of the kingdom to try to look around for something more interesting. Her class had spent the whole day at this academy, so Ruby knew well enough that this place was huge. But she hoped what little she’d manage to see would feature something cool. Maybe a weapons workshop, or a tech lab of some sort. There had to be something around in these huge echo-y halls.
Just when she was about to give up her search and sneak back into the lecture hall, she heard something from a nearby room. She shuffled closer and listened, noticing the placard by the door, Project Workshop #307.
“Her software is coming along even better than planned,” a man’s voice from within spoke. “The specifics of her hardware is the more troublesome aspect. But as an individual, she is displaying a tremendous level of self-awareness and agency. Not to mention she is quite personable and friendly, if not a tad bit literal. I’m still working on her ability to detect hyperbole.”
“It’s very impressive,” another man spoke. He sounded familiar. “But I am certain you know that the hardware is the top priority at this time. I find you focus too much on this project’s more...sentimental aspects.”
“Yes, well, you did ask for her to be as believable as possible. And I feel she is well on the way to achieving that goal!”
“Indeed. But you do understand what I am telling you, correct?”
“Yes, general. Understood.”
General? General Ironwood, that guy who gave the big welcome speech that morning?
“Good. I am very satisfied with the progress you’ve made on this project. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you, sir. Good day!”
Ruby heard the sturdy thumping of boots on the floor, and she panicked and petal burst away to hide under a nearby bench. She held her breath and watched as who must have been the general walk past, none the wiser. She sighed in relief, then began to crawl out from under the bench only to see someone else leaving the same room, and she yelped and hid once more.
The person walked by her hiding spot, or...a robot? Four robotic legs ambled down the hall, and Ruby thought for a second that a big mech had been released inside the school. She poked her head out to look, but instead saw a man in a chair. It was like a wheelchair, but...with legs. Still cool, but not a mech.
Once the man and his robo-chair had disappeared around a corner, Ruby turned her attention to the room he’d left. He’d shut the door and she feared it was locked, but was relieved when it opened when she tried the knob. She grinned and looked both ways down the hall one more time, then entered. Time to see what this project was.
The men had talked about software, and how realistic she was becoming. Was this an AI of some sorts? A completely artificial person, even? The concept blew Ruby’s mind, and she hoped that was the case. She entered the room and gently shut the door behind herself, then turned to see...a laptop. A laptop sitting on a table, surrounded by notebooks and papers. Ruby had been expecting something cooler to look at. Maybe an android, like the hardware the men had talked about. She gave the notebooks a closer look, and was at least intrigued by their content.
The P.E.N.N.Y. Project.
“Penny...” Ruby muttered in curiosity as she looked at the header of one of the notebooks.
The laptop screen turned on, a bright lime green. “Salutations!”
“Wah-!” Ruby yelped and almost fell over, instead managing to land her butt in a nearby desk chair. She looked at the laptop with wide eyes. The screen was completely lime green, save for a small power on/power off icon in the bottom right.
“‘Wah’?” The feminine voice asked. “What does that mean?”
Ruby held her breath as she slowly adjusted herself in her seat, then used her legs to roll her way closer to the monitor. “Hello?”
“Hello!” The voice answered with delight.
“Who are you?” Ruby asked.
“I am Project P.E.N.N.Y., but you may just call me Penny.”
Ruby’s jaw fell open, and she glanced at the notebook again. “You...you’re an artificial intelligence.”
The voice seemed to giggle. “In a way, I am. My intelligence is man-made, but my more proper categorization is ‘Synthetic Person.’”
“Woah...” Ruby murmured, staring at the screen.
“‘Woah?’“ Penny asked. “What does that mean?”
“It...” Ruby wasn’t sure how to answer. “It’s just a thing you say when, like, you see something really cool.”
“‘Woah’ is an exclamation of wonder?”
“Yeah!” Ruby said with a laugh. “That makes more sense than what I said.”
“Thank you for teaching me!”
“Uh, sure.” Ruby was talking to a computer. Or, well, a synthetic person. This was so flipping awesome! This was exactly the kind of thing she had been hoping to find.
“Who are you?” Penny asked.
“I-I’m Ruby.”
“It is wonderful to meet you, Ruby!”
Her enthusiasm was infectious. “And it’s awesome meeting you too!”
“You are the first person besides my fathers that I have gotten to talk to so freely.”
Her fathers? “You mean the general, and that man in the...spider chair?”
“Precisely!” Penny confirmed. “Pietro Polendina is the one who is designing me, and General Ironwood is overseeing my progress.”
“That’s really cool,” Ruby said with a laugh. “When do you think you’ll be finished?”
“That is uncertain at this time. My father is currently designing a physical body for me! But the problem with that is without an Aura of my own—”
The door suddenly opened, and Ruby spun around in her chair to face whoever it was. Except she spun herself a little too hard and continued rotating, having to turn her head to face the man in the robo-chair while scrambling to stop her spinning.
“P-pardon me,” the man said, eyes wide and glasses crooked on his face as he stared at Ruby.
“Sorry!” Ruby yelped, hopping to her feet and standing upright, rubbing the back of her head. “I, uh...” She then quickly fell to the floor and mimed searching around for something. “I dropped my...lucky bottle cap.” My what...?
The man adjusted his glasses and chuckled. “Child, shouldn’t you be with your classmates?”
Ruby’s cheeks warmed. “Yeah, uhm...I got lost?”
The man Ruby deduced to be the Pietro Polendina whom Penny had mentioned shook his head fondly. “I do not blame your curiosity, young one.” He glanced at the desk. “I see you have made an acquaintance, Penny.”
“Ruby and I are acquainted?” Penny asked, sounding excited. “I have never been acquainted to someone before!”
Pietro chuckled fondly, like Ruby’s dad would anytime she’d go on a ramble about weapons or types of Grimm. “And while I am all in favor of you meeting new people in time, I’m afraid all information to do with you is proprietary at the moment. You and Ruby will have to catch up some other time.”
“I understand,” Penny said. “My conversational software is very impressionable.”
Ruby stood back to her feet as straight as she could, feeling hot under her Signal uniform. “So, uhh, I should go, huh?”
“Do not forget about your lucky bottle cap!” Penny reminded her earnestly.
“Oh, uhh...” Ruby’s face burned.
Pietro let out a hearty laugh and shuffled his robo-chair to the side. “Run along, Ruby. You are certainly missing a riveting retelling of Atlas’ military history.” Humorous sarcasm tinged his words.
Ruby nodded and awkwardly marched to the door. “Y-yes, sir,” she said, then struggled with whether she should salute or not, then compromised with a wave. “Uhm...bye, Penny.”
“Farewell! I hope to talk to you again soon, acquaintance!“
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