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“This is like some crazy witch burning shit.”
( SENSE8 SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting )
it’s rare that leon has a pen and paper at hand, especially around other people. riku has told him enough times that writing and drawing as a leisurely activity was a red alarm for a proto, considering he wanted to keep his consciousness a secret. it’s only nighttime he picks them up to write a journal entry, other times, he sticks to other things to pass the time, since there’s an abundance of such for a curious proto.
the setting is different this time, leon is sitting on a stool while soren works on his own sketches. he trusts soren, and it’s his creativity that astounds leon, how the other can come up with these designs, both those that adorn his body, and those that decorate bodies of others. creativity is something horribly difficult for artificial intelligence to put its finger on, and even though leon knows its dictionary definition verbatim, it doesn’t feel like it’s anywhere near what it is in reality.
he watches intently as the human works, doing his best not to be a nuisance and balance that with the urge to ask questions again and again. “it’s truly fascinating — that you can come up with all of that. i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything similar to it before.” the compliment falls from his lips easily, shifting a little so he can see the movement of soren’s hands better, ink leaving marks in its wake, each line a part of something bigger.
it’s a while later he picks up a pen and paper himself, pursing his lips as he clutches it in his hand. he doesn’t know how to do this — even the handwriting he uses is similar to one from a computer, all the letters alike, far from something personal as humans would have written. drawing is pretty similar to that as well, and once he conjures up a image in his mind, it doesn’t take too long before it’s on paper, lines straight and the shading is similar to something that would come out of a printer.
he shows it to soren with a frown, and he laughs at the reply, shrugging a little. “i just… copy whatever’s in here. we all have eidetic memory, i suppose. however, it’s impossible for me to come up with something like that —” leon lets out, motioning towards the paper in front of soren, a little wistfully but with a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “it is truly fascinating, i mean it. i wouldn’t know where to start. whatever i come up with… i don’t think it’ll ever be something original.”
#99soren#idk what this is!!!#a mess dfkgjh#《 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 ┇—- paras. 》#《 —p ┇soren. 》
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𝐒 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐍 ﹠ 𝐋 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 | 𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘯﹠𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘦 ( @99soren )
in the 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 of ғʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ let there be 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇, and sharing of pleasures. for in the 𝚍 𝚎 𝚠 of littl e things the 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 finds its 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 and is 𝖗 𝖊 𝖋 𝖗 𝖊 𝖘 𝖍 𝖊 𝖉.
#aaaah i hope u'Ll like it!!#i couldnt find a lyric so dkfjgh#《 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 ┇—- musings. 》#《 —p ┇soren. 》#《 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 ┇—- portrait. 》
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𝐓 𝐈 𝐓 𝐔 𝐒 ﹠ 𝐋 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 | 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝘬𝘪𝘥 ﹠𝟧𝟤𝟪𝟣𝟤𝟦𝟪 ( @titus99 )
we have been 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 it's like we 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 to the 𝚃𝙾𝙿 now i'm ᴅᴏᴅɢɪɴɢ, 𝓭𝓸𝓭𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 everything you 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 that i'm ɴᴏᴛ 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 of television. was 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 in 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 but held my 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃.
#jdkfhd there are some things i didnt like#but it took too long and im sleepy sO#i hope u'll like it bb!#《 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 ┇—- musings. 》#《 —p ┇titus. 》#《 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 ┇—- portrait. 》
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#Min Hyuk turns into a shy cinnamon roll in front of his future in-laws and nervously bites his lip
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fossa.
i said ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, said the 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 thing ���𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 the 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 i was trying to 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 to 𝘠𝘖𝘜. cast an 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, think i'm losing my head. sometimes i FEEL-— be what you want, i 𝘊𝘈𝘕 be what you want be what you want, i 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 be what you want
it’s dark when he finds time again, the past two days have gone by in such a blur that it’s only then leon feels the thunder in mind settle, leaving nothing but dark waves behind. once soren’s no longer there, he makes his way to the roof, knowing it’s the place for quietude, a chance to calm down and breathe. and that’s all he needs. the proto clutches a notebook and a pen in his grasp as he climbs up the stairs, holding on to two objects as if they're the only thing that’s grounding him, the only thing that will give him some kind of solace when the world around him seems to crumble slowly but surely.
a few minutes later he has settled on the floor, an idle coldness seeping through his wires, the body enclosed in a material that eerily feels like skin. it’s not the cold in the same way others feel, he knows, it’s his receptors warning him instead, an advanced thermometer of sorts instead of the blood that's not running through his veins. his back to the wall, he has a vast abyss of darkness in front of him. too vast. a day doesn’t go by without leon missing riku, but it hits more than usual that night, the darkness is too much to bear without him, without his family. even though he hasn't been on this world for so long, he feels old, as if the past two years were two decades instead. perhaps time is a different quality to protos as well, with his enhanced memory unable to forget any single detail.
the notebook and pen lie on the floor next to him as he pulls his legs towards himself, arms propped up by elbows as he lets his head fall into his heads, fingers clutching his own hair as he breathes — tries to breathe. there's no need, he knows, his body doesn't need oxygen nor nutrition, but at that moment, there's a feeling that he might just suffocate, lost in the abyss of his own mind, the loneliness that surrounds him, fear of everything that has happened, and everything that lies ahead of him. the speech just two days ago still echoes in his mind, the certainty in the man's words, the implication that lay underneath them. they knew things were going wrong, and as leon keeps repeating that event over and over again in his mind, he feels further on the edge, a fear gnawing in his mind.
it's not something he can fix like a circuit, he can't zoom in and detect the problem like he would with a piece of machinery — and for the first time in weeks, he feels mad at riku for leaving him so alone, for making him feel so much when there's nothing he can do to help it. is it really fair ? that leon feels so much when he shouldn't, that the thunder in his mind doesn't make sense for a being whose entire purpose is to be logical. it hurts, feeling him hollow, and after a short moment, he feels even worse for harbouring such thoughts about riku, the man who made him, the man who loved him for who he was. he remembers the first time he opened his eyes, he remembers the man's thick but soothing voice reading books to him, everything from dostoyevsky to kafka to anything else, both of them tucked into bed even though leon didn't need a blink of sleep. it was so odd back then, that this man who was superior in every aspect would devote such a great proportion of his own time, to a simple proto who could download things easily and do anything riku wished. there were many things that surprised him through the months, but one thing he didn't see was how much he cared about him, how much they bonded, how much he has learned and changed. one thing he can't forget is the smile on the man's face whenever he did something that wasn't purely logical, an illogical of emotion, feeling. that smile is crystal clear in his own mind, as it's the last moments they spent together.
and looking back now, in a period where a change in protos is shunned, leon feels like his entire existence is tainted, labelled as a defect. what can he do ? what should he do ? he refuses to believe in what they say, because they contradict with riku's words so strongly, it reminds him of the hate-mails he read, the strong words, the threats— the only difference now is that there is no riku there to smile up at him and shake his head, no one to reassure him that there's nothing wrong with who he is. the doubts are too recent, too clear in his mind, the conversations with soren and kitts has left him feeling less lonely, eased him out of the mindset that he needed to leave —- but still, he fears that he's being a burden on them, on every one of his friends. the same curiosity and excitement that makes leon who he is,turns into dread and fear, and when he feels like he can't take it anymore, he grabs the notebook and begins to write. no preamble, his words simply bleeding into the paper.
you left — you left and i don't know what to do. i know you told me i could write to you whenever you were busy and i wanted to let it out but is it okay for me to do now ? why did you leave ? why didn't you tell me something could happen — wasn't there anything i could do ? we could have left — just the two of us like you said. you were going to show me other cities, the places you read to me about. there was so much we could do, but the cause, you always cared a lot about it, and i can't understand now, i don't understand anything. maybe you've foreseen this ? — did you ? did you know that protos like me would be labelled as defects, seen as a threat ?
did you make me like this regardless ? i just want to know, i feel like there's a huge piece missing, one that you took with you, one that you always kept from me no matter how much we talked. i can't help but feel like i was always waiting for something, being honed to be next to you, to become something better but — now... there's nothing, and i don't know what to do — please, please you have to tell me, you have to teach me again, i wasn't — i'm not ready for what's about to come, i'm not. i’m not ready.
the letters begin to feel more rushed, the pen in his hold shaking as he continues to write, his teeth sink into the back of his lip, his eyes stinging as he fights for words, no matter how in vain they are. they'll never reach riku, but he has to let them out, in a way he did when the man was busy in his office, when leon was told to be patient, calm. he wants to believe it's just a long meeting riku has gone to, but his mind is too cruel, too precise to remind him immediately how he died in his own arms, how his heartbeats faltered and diminished into nothing, into a silence that still haunts him. he clutches the pen hard, and feels a few tears leak out of his eyes, another thing that he'll never understand why riku ever gave him. it was a surprise back then at the house, the dampness in his cheeks foreign, but now he knows what they are, and the sole purpose they serve is to make him feel weaker, utterly lost. he didn't know what they were back then, because riku was there, he was happier than he had ever been. if only he knew — if only there was anything he could do. the storm had been brewing even then, but leon had been too naive to notice, the same storm that begins to take its full force now. he clutches the pen once again, scribbling down the last few words, the paper slightly wet that ink begins to blot.
i miss you. i feel lost. i don't know what to do.
there are no more words to be said or written. these three sentences sums up his entire being, so with that, he closes the notebook, puts it back down and buries his face back in his arms. and the shivering that takes his frame has nothing to do with the cold outside, but the one inside him.
#what is this?? who knows welP#《 —p ┇fossa. 》#《 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 ┇—- self para. 》#《 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 ┇—- paras. 》#99: psa
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kitts99:
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(she recalls the human-like spark in artificial eyes that search her own. the contact lasts for several seconds that she later swears to herself was simply a mirage in the desert, gone when they both blink.)
“bullshit,” she scoffs, as the man begins turning, hand finding leon’s wrist pre-emptively, just in time as the crowd erupts into roars and shoves, tugging at the male to follow her as she weaves out, ears ringing from the noise. “let’s go get out of here, leon.” she shouts to him, not caring where their feet lead them at that moment so long as it’s elsewhere.
leon doesn't expect an eventful day when he leaves the house that morning with kitts. if anything, he expects a lot of searching, perhaps hustling to an extent, trying to look for the exact parts the shop needs. of course, there's an excitement that comes from exactly that — he loves working for her; and wandering through the streets of fyrestone as a helping hand is something he's looking forward to. it's much different from what riku made him do, but it doesn't mean it's any less exciting or interesting. just the opposite, he thrives off of the information she gives to him, and he thinks it's going to be a day filled with just that.
however, things take a turn way too quickly, and even leon is familiar with these parts of the city to know this kind of crowd is anything but normal. people push each other, an uncanny chaos and urgency in the air that puts him in unease. his eyes search for kitts in almost panic before a hand is curled around his wrist, and he does his best to not stray from her side after that. his frame is bigger than hers, so he does his best to cover her, stop people from pushing them both any further. then almost at once, it gets quiet all of a sudden, thousands of people are all focused on one spot, before a voice begins to echo through the speakers.
if he had blood running through his veins, leon knows it would have grown cold, if he was of flesh instead, goosebumps would appear on his skin. but instead, his entire frame tenses, eyes growing wider as the man talks and talks. it hits close to home, too close; leon can feel the people's gazes on others of his own kind — on him. the fleeting stare from a man nearby is enough to make him avert the stare immediately. that mere second is enough for his mind to go into a frenzy of many emotions, things that he shouldn't feel. things that have just been labelled as a defect by the man on the podium.
some people are way too obvious with what goes in their heads, their stares growing colder yet more fearful as they look at the proto on their side. it's what he fears, in such a humane way that he feels like there are fingers pointing at him instead, that the stares directed his way mean that they know — that all of them know what riku told him to hide. it's not realistic or possible, his logical counterpart tells him — but still, there's a place in his mind that doubts, that's unsure about what will this mean for protos, for him. involuntarily, his own stare slides to see the expression on kitts face, yet he can't find the answers he's looking for. right then, chaos unfolds again and he's being pulled, a hand around his wrist —- and it's only then that leon realizes the speech has ended, sending the people back in that rush. he isn't sure what exactly what he'd do if kitts wasn't guiding him through the erratic crowd, so he simply complies, quick on his feet. at her words, he simply nods, even though she can't see him, he doubts his voice would reach her ears.
it takes them some time before they make it to somewhere relatively calmer, a few streets away from the city centre, no more bodies pushing them from side to side, the roar in his ears gone. then again, the shock on his face must be still there, the absence of the wide smile, for he needs a moment before he can talk or do anything — there's a constant mantra in his head filled with doubts, not knowing what kitts thinks, not knowing what his friends will do after hearing the speech. there's a fear inside him, one that says riku has predicted all of this, but what can leon do really ? for the moment being, he pushes those thoughts away to the best of his abilities, then turns his attention to the girl, his stare worried as he begins to speak. "that was... something. uh — are you alright ?"
friend make sense of me
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zacharyx99:
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after he’s done offering possible explanations for the weird things leon came across, zachary glances up shortly. “now that you’re here, please disinfect your hands thoroughly and then come help me out a minute. i could do with you handing me a couple of tools if you wouldn’t mind?” if the rest of the planet heard him speak with leon, they’d probably forget to close their mouths in surprise at how friendly a tone he can keep and how no sarcasm at all sits in the base of his throat. but zachary’s learned from an early age on to be polite and respectful, so it’s not hard for him to do, he just doesn’t usually feel a need to use the skill, unless he gains something from it.
and in this case, it gains him the trust and dedication of a very interesting proto.
the small smile on zachary's face is more than enough to make leon grin wider, his entire attention is focused on the doctor so much that he needs a few seconds to realize that they aren't the only ones in the operating room, which, to be fair — shouldn't be too much of a surprise. he should have thought it through. then again, that familiar buzzing is still in his head, the questions waiting to be answered as recalls the events of the day. at the greeting that comes from the other, he nods, his entire attention focused on the words that fall from the human's mouth. the proto listens intently, nodding because the gears begin to shift into place, that the strange man perhaps wasn't entirely in his mind — and yes, he would love to have zachary's opinions on the books for sure. they are odd, unlike the ones he has seen before — but he's sure the other knows more, especially since they came hand in hand with a kind of social cue he has no idea about.
once most of his questions have answers, he nods, slowly, though it takes much less time for him to comprehend the words. they make sense after all — and that's what he yearns for most of his time, trying to make sense of the things he sees, so much different from the world his scientist raised him in. he's grateful to zachary because of that, that the doctor helped him after the incident, and still answers the endless questions the proto comes up with. "oh, yeah— i understand. thank you." he ends it with a little bow, the smile still on his face, no trace of confusion on his features.
"of course !" with that he turns his attention to the patient, and upon further realization, it's clear that perhaps it hasn't been the best time to interrupt their doctor. there's a short second where he isn't sure he should comment on it, but since the other didn't seem to mind, leon opts against it, wanting to help zachary as soon as possible instead, be useful in return. "i should sterilize first yeah ?" he remembers seeing this before, so he walks to the sink and after washing his hands thoroughly, uses the gel pump before putting on his gloves. once he has done all of that quickly, he approaches the pair, nodding once again to affirm that he's ready for whatever zachary needs him. "what can i do ?" is what he starts with, eyes scanning over the patient who's quite literally lying open in front of them. he's a mechanical assistant, has little to no experience with things like this, but he supposes handing a few tools wouldn't be too hard.
oddities.
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His thought, however, was cut short, the door opening and Gael greeting with a big smile when he recognized the face in the doorway. “Leon! Hey, how are you?” He asked, his tone always carefully dripping with genuinity, wanting the other to know he actually cared about the answer and wasn’t just asking for formality before adding, “Is Kitts home? I came to drop something off for her.”
it's silent when it's just him at the shop, without anyone to bug or talk to — no rhythmic sounds of machinery working, nor contents of a toolbox shuffling as kitts searches for the appropriate tool; soren isn't there working on a tattoo or a brand new creation either, leaving leon to his own devices. of course, it's no shock to anyone that leon thrives on having company, talking and being of use; but this isn't too bad either, having his own freedom as he tinkers with scraps, or tending to daily tasks kitts has given him. even if he doesn't like loneliness for too long, leon has always felt better when he's busy with something, anything — so he's sitting by the worktable, working on a piece of machinery that's probably not too important. then again, it keeps him sharp, on his toes in a sense; although his hands and mind has been built to make precise moves, there had been a couple of weeks he had been away from it all, from gears shifting, any and all kind of tools — without a hint of technology he grew up in.
and even though he's physically as far away as he can be from riku, being around technology helps more than anything else, that he's using the skills and expertise the scientist has given him, taught him how to hone. there's no part of him who doesn't wish to go back to just a couple of months ago, in those same labratories, around the man who was everything to him. but he can't, humans aren't like protos in so many ways, and perhaps that was one of the most challenging things to learn. once he got through it all, realized not all decisions needed to be calculated, that they have little to do with right and wrong — he remembers riku smiling down at him, one of the honest ones that lit a spark in the older man's eyes. it was the same reaction he got whenever he did something good, and that's what gets him through the day when it's seeming bleak, the future uncertain in a way that he has never lived through before. then there are times like this when he lets himself bask in the simple yet complicated nature of machinery, opting to forget anything else that goes around him for the time being.
the knocking on the door is a sharp break from the trance he's in, his head jumps up as his hands still. it's obvious it's not either soren or kitts — perhaps a customer then ? the thoughts formulate in milliseconds as he makes his way to the door, a hand gripping the knob before pulling it open. the sight of the other makes his face lit up in surprise and joy, a wide smile spreading across his features, a real one — one that he gives to friends only. "gael, hey ! i'm good ! i didn't know you were going to stop by —-" he exclaims, grin wide as he takes a step forward to take the box from him. "she went out a few hours ago i'm afraid. would you like me to take that instead ?" the proto offers, guessing it has got to do with extra parts for a project. it's probably the reason gael stopped by, but he can't stop himself from asking as he opens the door wider, his mood lifting up at the idea of spending some time with the engineer. "uh- would you like to come in ?"
momentary camaraderie
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Hyungsik w/ lollipop 🍭
#《 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 ┇—- portrait. 》#okie end of spam!! imma do the rest later ~
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“If life has taught me anything, it’s that I can take a punch.”
( SENSE8 SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting )
the moment he sees the bruise on titus’ face, leon can hear his breath hitch, his eyes going wide, smile slipping down to an obvious frown. he doesn’t know what to say, but it’s clear to realize it’s worry that spreads across his chest, that something did happen, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t something nice. he knows titus is more than capable of handling himself, if his confidence is anything to go by — but it doesn’t change the fact that he was hurt, the left side of his face an ugly shade of purple, his eye almost shut, the bit he can see is already red. his own pain receptors are hardly used in such regard, but leon doesn’t need to be a human to realize how painful that must be, even if titus is acting like it’s something that happens every other day.
the concern must show on his face to prompt that brushing off from the man, though it does little to ease leon’s worry, his hands are wrung together as he tries to go through the inital shock— to do something, anything. it’s times like this he’s glad titus hasn’t figured out yet that he’s a proto, under black hoodies and a safe distance from the other, it’s not something that came up, be as it may that leon has kept that piece of vital information from the human. it’s good for situations such as this, where he knows acting this emotional at the sight of an injury is unlike a proper proto, that it’s not what should happen when one of them faces such a sight. they should find a first aid kit, and help the person immediately, and it’s not that leon doesn’t want to do just that — it just… takes some time for his mechanical heart to calm down. and when it does, a sudden flow of words leave his lips, the proto basically scrambling around to find the proper tools to help the other. “how did it happen ? who did that — doesn’t it hurt ?” it’s let out all at once before he disappears to the kitchen to fend the kit and a pack of frozen beans.
he comes back quickly afterwards, the white box held tightly on one hand and on the other, the frozen pack is wrapped in a towel he found. leon doesn’t think much before he walks towards to the chair titus is sitting. they haven’t been this close before, but he doesn’t think much before he situates himself so that titus’ knee is between his own legs, where he’s standing, towering over the man. a hand goes down to tilt titus’ chin upwards, his own form leaning forward to see the wound easier. there’s a grimace on his lips at the sight, completely unaware of the tension before he speaks. “can you hold this for a bit ?” with that he hands the pack to him before he opens the box, taking out the disinfectant and a cotton ball. “this is going to hurt —” that’s all the warning he gives before gentle hands begin to press lightly to the swollen area. he can see there are a few scratches where the blood has clotted, and those are the places where it can get infected easily. the proto is more than equipped to do this, they all go through initial training, and after a few more minutes, he is done cleaning it, proud of his own work.
“all done. i put some butterfly bandages on the cuts but you should still hold that in case -- it is swollen — i’m sure it hurts badly— i —” he has done all of this so quickly that it’s only now he realizes how intimate it is, titus’ head centimeters away from his own chest, his own hand still under the man’s chin. "oh — sorry —" is the next thing he lets out, his eyes widen yet again as he pulls back, taking a step backwards sheepishly, there’s a red tint to his cheeks, but the worry has subsided some amount, even though the remainder is still there. for a reason he can’t understand, he feels embarrassed, turning on his heel to sit on the opposite couch, nowhere near as he was mere seconds ago. a quick moment later, he gathers the courage to speak again, his words honest as he averts his eyes. “i— i hope it heals soon. please be careful next time.”
#titus99#when will i not ramble?? smh#《 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 ┇—- answered. 》#《 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 ┇—- paras. 》#《 —p ┇titus. 》
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oddities.
( @zacharyx99 )
it's not like leon didn't use to go out much — he did, many times, to different places, laboratories, different corporations, sometimes visits to other parts of the city. his maker had taken him to trips many times, they had done sightseeing even. but whenever he goes out by himself now, there are so many things that surprise him, the streets aren't like the ones they lived in, but much more different, filled with crowds, odd people who are always occupied with things leon doesn't understand easily. it's a reason why he likes going out on broad daylight, busy hours, seeing people walk pass the streets, dressed and looking all different.
although his destination is somewhat clear, the proto takes the long way through the streets, knows that he can kill some time before something tangible comes up. it's then that odd things begin to occur, different people talking to him, offering him things, or as he waits for the traffic to clear, he can see an odd man turning and turning on the corner of the street. one thing becomes too many, and after his hands are full of pamphlefts he can't understand, his head full of questions wanting to be answered, he's quick on his feet to head to the doctor's place. he trusts zachary, and it was at the back of his mind for a couple of days, to see the other, to stop by to see how he was.
the fact that he has seen so many peculiar things only fuels him on his way to the doctor's place, not too far away from where he has wandered off to. it takes half an hour by feet, and he's too excited to wait before he goes through the doors, obviously confused yet there's a smile on his face as he navigates through the familiar corridors. it's not rare that he stops by at the office, and it's one of the places he feels safe, an unseen bond that binds him to just a few months ago. riku has trusted the man, and leon does the same with his whole heart, doesn't think he'd ever be reported as riku warned him. instead, he's happy, brimming with the curiosity once he makes it to the final door, pushing it open and walking inside as he begins to talk.
"zachary, hi !" the proto exclaims, making his way further inside as he continues on, holding a block of pamphlets in his hand. "the weirdest things happened today ! at first, there was this lady that kept trying to give me this book — at one point i thought i needed to pay for it— but they didn't want that either ? then there was another one and i really have no idea why they gave me these small books —- then, then, there was this odd dude that kept staring, and mumbling this song ? i really couldn't understand whether he was speaking or singing —-" once he begins, words flow out of his mouth without pause, speaking heatedly about a good proportion of his day. it's a moment later that he pauses, looking up at the doctor for answers he doesn't have himself.
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ink drops.
( @99soren )
each day passes by differently, and leon's always grateful that he can roam freely in the house they took him in, that he can wander around, go in and out as he wishes — on the other side of things, he loves working for kitts as well, helping out soren; that he is doing something to help them in return. it's nice, and even though he can never forget what happened mere months ago, it's not on the forefront of his mind anymore. the environment makes it simpler in a way, he's so far from the place he used to call home, so far from the person who was family. this, on the other hand, feels like an entirely different world, filled with so many things he has never seen before —- and it excites him endlessly.
the dull long corridors of laboratories are no more, no empty minimalistic waiting rooms with little to no furniture. instead, he spends most of his time at the workshop, or the house — and all of it feels much livelier - making it clear that people live here, unique people of extraordinary personalities. and leon always has a question in mind at the sight of them, whenever he sees them doing something new, holding a new object, or simply when an odd string of words fall from their lips.
this time, he has rest of the day off, and after a few chores he has taken up for himself, he climbs up the stairs to where soren works. the proto isn't sure if the other will be there but upon seeing him hunched over his own arm, he grins wide, perking up a little as he heads that way, a small "hi —" falling from his lips to greet the other. even if his footsteps can be heard, he doesn't want to catch the other by surprise, certainly not when he's working. it doesn't take long for him to realize soren's working on a tattoo, surely an intricate one. even though the concept of tattoos took some time for him to comprehend fully ( would he ever like a picture so much to have it on him forever ? ) —he still finds them fascinating, especially the ones that adorn soren's body, each one of them holding a different story.
he takes a stool and carries it to soren's side, careful not to sit too close— but still close enough to see. at first, he was much more reluctant to ask questions about soren's work, but leon was quick enough to realize that the other was nice, really nice, and it seemed like he didn't mind the endless questions too much. it's fascinating to watch him work nonetheless, and leon hooks his heels to the bars of the stool, rests his head on a hand, his elbow propped on his knee as he watches. after a short second, he realizes he recalls the tattoo, one of the many shaped as honeycombs on the human's arms. so really, he can't help but ask — "that's not a new one is it ? or did you add another one —"
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Sense8 Season One Sentence Starters Feel free to change pronouns/descriptions/etc. appropriately!
“So this is how you’ve been hiding from me?”
“We are born into this world the same way we will leave it: alone.”
“I’m not sure what’ll give me more pleasure: the money, or seeing his face.”
“The stuff he’s talking about? It is exactly what you need.”
“Say one more word and I’ll colonize your face with my fist.”
“I can’t tell you how bad I feel even being here, because I know I shouldn’t even be asking you this, but I have no one else to turn to.”
“You’re scared. You needn’t be.”
“I don’t owe you for what you did, but you should know: I won’t ever forget it.”
“You have no idea what’s going on, right? So you just kind of have to let go and go with it.”
“You just look them right in the eye, and you lie.”
“This is like some crazy witch burning shit.”
“You cannot kill a man like that. If you want to do it right, you aim here, for the jugular.”
“You came back. I knew you would.”
“If I wasn’t such a bad person, I would let you get on with your life.”
“It’s not something you make happen; it’s something you let happen.”
“I just spent the last two hours getting my ass reamed by the feds.”
“There are few things that are unpleasant to me than to hear you whine.”
“Impossibility is a kiss away from reality.”
“I’m not calling you or anyone else.”
“Sometimes, violence is necessary. Violence changes things.”
“You are safer there than where you were.”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think I’d ever have to revisit this part of my life. I’m sorry.”
“If you guys are starting some crime fighting super team Charlie’s Angels shit, you count me in.”
“Legality is a bit of a moving target.”
“I know I’m the bad guy.”
“Fuck her in good health.”
“I would never go straight.”
“I’m sensing a bit of a negative vibe here.”
“If you didn’t hear voices at least once, you were doing something wrong.”
“Just promise me no matter what you have to do, you will not let that happen to me.”
“Gods don’t give a shit about us. I speak from experience.”
“Only thing I want to ruin is that smart mouth.”
“Love ain’t nothing but a black hole.”
“If life has taught me anything, it’s that I can take a punch.”
“Not fair? This is the real fucking world. Nothing’s fucking fair.”
“The idea of praying to a god to somehow influence my own fate is both primitive and terribly sad.”
“I don’t know what you should do. All I know is what I have to do.”
“I was living in two separate worlds. And then somehow they crashed into one another. Now everything is dead.”
“I was afraid that if I came here I would want to die – or worse, that I wouldn’t want to.”
“I want to believe that the past is done with us the moment we are done with it.”
“What makes us ‘us’ is far less important than what makes them ‘them’.”
“Lying is easy. It’s what I do."
"I know what you did. You will pay. I swear it!”
“I’m an all access kind of girl.”
“This is a bad place. You should not be here.”
“Some things in our lives are inevitable.”
“Crying won’t help him.”
“I don’t know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.”
“What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?”
“When I give instructions, I expect them to be followed.”
“You didn’t expect this, did you? Have you made a mistake?”
“Are you real?”
“You did it. You saved us.”
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“i came here to drink milk and kick ass love all of you — and i’ve just finished my milk.” no bUT really im so so thrilled to be here with you wonderful people ! let’s have a proper greeter ~ hey friends ! it’s kay ( she/her / 19 / gmt+3 ) and i’ll be roleplaying as the bronze canon LEON, a proto who tries to hide that he is an AI ( aka how soft he is ) since his scientist passed away and told him to be ‘careful’. however, in reality, he’s kinda awful at it. you can find his bio HERE, and i managed to put together some shabby wanted connections HERE. i’d absolutely adore some connections, so either hit me up or hit that like button ♡ for me to jump into your ims. and since the bio is unceremoniously long, here’s hopefully a shorter INTRO under the cut —-
— yamamato riku is a scientist extraordinaire, does research and mechanical work for a famous company. his work is well regarded and famous in its field. he works irregular hours, and on one day where he doesn’t go home, his house explodes due to a gas leak, killing both his wife and only son. he’s devastated, unable to comprehend how such thing can happen, how his life can change with something so insignificant — a neighbor forgetting to turn off their stove.
— it takes him some time, but he fuels all that anger and frustration, wants to play god with all his knowledge and skill. he decides to make a proto, and to test the boundaries between humans and protos, to see how far he can go. people don’t notice, only glad that riku is back to his old self. meanwhile, leon is made, and riku doesn’t act like he’s a proto at all. he acts as if leon’s made of flesh and blood, he tucks him to the bed, reads him bedtime stories, tells him anything and everything about himself.
— that turns to visits in the city, to parks, and with the more time they spend with each other, riku acts as if leon’s growing. it happens quickly, in the span of a few months, but he begins to read him more advanced things, private thoughts, more intimate matters from his own life. the connection between them grows stronger, and after a few more months, riku begins to hold public speeches, articles, telling people how advanced protos are, how they are not being used to their full purpose. all of this causes an uproar, fanmail and hatemail at the same time.
— it has been a long time that leon’s been showing emotions, but as he sees the hate comments and threads, his worry amplifies tenfold. he’s scared for riku, and tells him to be careful, perhaps move away and stop doing said speeches. the man is elated to hear that, but there’s also disappointment in his voice when he tells leon that he will do no such thing.
— on one day when they come back to home, riku has a sudden heart attack. while he is helping him, paramedics arrive and take the man away, telling leon to standby. leon doesn’t want to believe such thing can happen, not when he has done a check up the day before, not when riku was completely healthy. it doesn’t make sense, and he quickly goes over the records of the day they spent together. he detects someone that he has never seen at the labs before, and after a quick research, he learns that the culprit has anti-proto ties.
— it’s clear that it’s an assassination and leon feels like his whole world has stopped. he knows the protocol, it tells him to do nothing, but how can he? riku is dead, and he must do something. he calls the police, and they brush him off, tell him to hibernate until authorities arrive. he sits there on the couch, his hands shaking, unsure what the hell he should do. after a few hours, the tv turns on by itself, and riku’s prerecorded video begins to play.
— leon learns that riku has been expecting something like this for a long time, and that he prepared a bag for leon, alongside instructions about what he should do. riku tells him to run away, that he will be shut off otherwise. leon’s torn, his whole life has turned around, but he trusts riku more than anything. he packs the few important belongings they had before leaving the house, to never return again.
— he’s on the run for a while before he begins to work as a mechanical assistant again. it hasn’t been that long since riku passes away, and it’s not something he fully got over yet. it hurts, and with the fact that he doesn’t know who to trust, leon often feels lost.
— he’s emotional and easily excited, but knowing the status-quo for protos, he does his best to hide all of that away when he meets with new people. he won’t tell that he’s a proto upon first contact, but even when he does, his first instinct is to be as normal as possible. however, that rarely works, leon tends to get too curious and emotional about things, and it’s likely that it shines through.
that’s it for now ! uhh, that’s not too short either and im so sorry, i tried my best !!!! i’d LOVE to plot and establish some connections; once again, you can find some wanted connections HERE ( i’d also love to brainstorm ) —- don’t hesitate to send me a message or smash that like ♡ button for me to magically appear in ur ims ! i have a discord @ kay#5119 as well, you can def add me over there too ! ily all already ♡♡♡
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𝐋 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍, 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚉𝙴 | 5281248 ( moodboard 1. )
at the END of the 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, or the ʟᴀꜱᴛ thing i s e e. you are NEVER coming h o m e, never coming 𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘌. and all the 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 that are EVER gonna 𝖍 𝖆 𝖚 𝖓 𝖙 me for all the 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 that are N E V E R gonna c a t c h ᴍᴇ.
#oKAY intro & wc is almost done!!!#this is tradition okay dfkjhg#i wanted to try like two sides of a coin thingy#aka b&w#《 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 ┇—- musings. 》
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#happy puppy
#who craves affection and reassurance?#this boi#《 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 ┇—- portrait. 》
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