#But N's a little bitter

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 10)

“Thank you Mrs. Rayn!” N shouted back into the nursery, holding a large container of oil in his hand as he began to walk out of the door, but the old drone clapsed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Just a moment N” She began, and he was surprised she'd been able to catch him so quickly with her bum leg, he turned and looked down, a curious look on his face.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Uzi mentioned to me you live in that pile of corpses outside, is that right?” He blinked, taken aback for a moment at her question.

“The spire? Yeah, V and I both do.” He replied, almost confused, he had assumed that was common knowledge…unless she was worried about his hygiene!

“Oh! If this is about Tera Uzi taught me to sterilize my hands and arms before touching her, so there's no need to worry!” He beamed, making a gesture as if to reassure her.

“That is good to know, but that's not what I was worried about… do you, like it there? It can't be comfortable.” She asked, looking almost concerned for him, that was new, he wasn't used to that from anyone but Uzi.

“I mean, it keeps me out of the sun, and I've made it pretty soft! So I don't have any problem with it!” He explained happily, although he would admit, with V either gone or distant, and him spending most of his time now with Uzi, the spire was beginning to feel barren.

“Hmmm, still, a pile of corpses is no place for a young man to live, especially not one he's taking girls too…” He cocked his head to the side in confusion. Girls? V already lived there… unless she was talking about Uzi? Yeah she'd spent the night a couple more times since the first time. But it wasn't like he was trying to show it off to her.

Should he be?

“Mrs. Rayn? What do you mean by that?” He asked nervously, a few digital drops of sweat falling down his visor.

“I mean, for Robo-Gods sake, if you want to entertain your girlfriend, I wouldn't do it in a spire made from her peoples corpses.”

He felt his core jump up into his throat, his tail stiffen, and his face alight with a golden blush.

“Uzi's not-uh- we're not together… like that!” He exclaimed, and he didn't like how unconvincing he sounded, his voice cracking like he was back at the manor, trying to get out of trouble.

But she did have a good point. Uzi probably didn't want to be around a spire made of corpses of her own people. Crap, he really was clueless. And suddenly felt incredibly guilty with how he may have made her uncomfortable.

Mrs. Rayn looked unconvinced, crossing her arms and lifting her brow in a questioning manner, huh, is that where Uzi picked that up from?

“But you do have a point… I didn't think of that.” He mumbled, making the older drone shake her head and sigh.

“N you're a sweet boy and you don't deserve to sleep outside. Why don't you talk to Khan about getting you a room in the bunker?”

He thought about it, and while on one hand that sounded really nice. On the other…

V was there, at the end of the hallway watching Mrs. Elliot as she disciplined another worker drone, and by discipline, he meant destroy, driving her high heel into the back of it's neck, severing it almost instantly. But not quick enough to stop it from seizing and gasping for air as it's vents were cut off from power.

She jumped when she felt N's hand on her shoulder, fear dancing in her white eyelights for a split second before she smiled warily, adjusting her glasses.

“You good?” He asked, looking over her shoulder to make sure Mrs. Elliot wouldn't come their way, thankfully, she walked down another hall. Heels clicking.

“Y-yeah, just…” She looked back at the corpse of the worker drone, leaking oil onto the floor and likely staining the floorboards with black permanently.

“It's gonna be alright, we just have to listen, and Tessa will keep us safe, she always does.” He replied, his hand sliding down her arm to meet hers, and his other going up to adjust her glasses again, as they threatened to fall off. Both drones looked away and blushed, he quickly released her, core full of butterflies.

“A-and you won't leave me alone? Right?” She stammered, still looking slightly scared, taking a step towards him as if begging him to stay with her.

“Of course not, I'll always be here.”

He'd be leaving V alone in the spire, and as much as she'd been distant lately, he couldn't quite bring himself to break that promise from so many years ago. Regardless of the different circumstancew that they found themselves in now.

“I would have to think about it… but thank you for the suggestion.” He replied, feeling incredibly conflicted about it all.

He really needed to talk to V.

“You're welcome, now run along, I'm sure Uzi is getting impatient by now.” Rayn smiled at him kindly, waving him off as she hobbled back behind the counter, leaving him to head back out of the nursery.

Where Uzi was now deep in a conversation with Thad, she was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed but smiling at him, nodding her head along with whatever the drone was saying.

For a split second, he felt a sudden urge to interrupt their conversation, preferably by pulling Uzi into a hug and away from him. Before he stopped that train of thought. Thad was a good guy, and they were bros, he had no reason to protect Uzi from him. Especially when he was one of Uzi's only friends here.

And yet, he for some reason wanted to keep him away. And he wasn't sure why.

“Hey Thad!” He called out, repressing those weird feelings and replacing them with the thought of hanging out with two of his closest friends! That sounded nice!

“Hey N and M's! How's it hanging?” Thad responded, his voice slow and cool as usual. He held out a fist bump, which N happily returned.

“Just hanging out Thad, it's kinda all we do now.” Uzi responded for him, seemingly still wary about anyone finding out about her trips to the nursery.

“Right right. Anyway, I wanted to see if you two wanted to come to a party at my place. Don't know the details yet, just getting a read, ya know?” He asked, looking between them.

They looked at each other, neither used to being invited to anything, before N broke the silence for both of them.

“Heck yeah! We missed the last one, that whole thing was kinda crazy.” He beamed, making Thad smile and laugh.

“Awesome! Zi has my number, I'll text you the time and place yeah?” He turned to Uzi who just rolled her eyes and nodded.

‘Sweet! Hey, gotta run, Lizzy’s blowing up my phone. Something about her dad.” He waved them off with a salute before running off. Uzi turned to him with a grimace.

“Hey, we didn't discuss that! How'd you know I'd even want to go?” Her arms were crossed, and she looked almost pouty. Cute.

“What do you mean? You seemed so excited when he invited us last time!” He replied, an innocent smile on his face.

She grumbled, looking embarrassed.

“Shut up…”

He laughed, knowing she wanted to go but didn't want to admit it.

“Did you get the extra oil?” She asked as they began walking side by side in the hall, garnering a few odd looks from passersby, from either N being a disassembly drone or Uzi being herself. It was hard to tell.

“Yep!” He happily handed her the container the contents sloshing around.

"Sweet. Thank you N.” She brushed her hand against his arm and he blushed, feeling electricity travel through his arm straight to his head.

“N-no worries!” He stammered “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean last time you pushed it, you hurt yourself.”

He was concerned, the solver was a powerful tool but one that seemed to take a lot out of her if overused.

“That's what the oil's for. N, I need to master my powers. The longer I don't understand it, the more danger I put you and V in.” She replied, her mind seemingly made up, although N was still rather unconvinced.

“And that's why you're here… you were able to bring me out of it last time. Why not now?” She finished, using a much softer tone that went straight to N’s core and he suddenly couldn't find the will to argue.

She quickly opened the front door of her apartment, only to find Khan already there at the table, reading a book about mechanics and drinking coolant.

“Hello Mr. Doorman!” N greeted cheerily, giving him a small wave as he stepped inside. Khan jumped slightly, startled. Before forcefully calming himself.

“N, hello.” He greeted, turning to his daughter, who still had a look of disdain written all over her face.

“What's the container for dronelette?”

Aww, that was actually kinda cute.

“Project N is helping me on. No big deal.” She waved him off, but instead Khan clasped a hand on N's shoulder. Stopping him from following her to her room.

“Before you get too far into your uh “project.” I'd like have a word, man to man.” N froze up, glancing back at Khan and then to Uzi, who looked equally as confused, she shrugged. Then made a gesture to tell him to go ahead, before shutting the door.

Kinda felt like deja-vu.

“Yes Mr. Doorman?” He turned to face the older drone, who had strolled back to his seat, motioning for N to take the one in front of him.

Reluctantly, he did, feeling the prickle of nerves on the back of his metallic neck, he played with his own fingers nervously, looking up and around and anywhere but into the eyelights of his best freinds dad.

“I know you and my daughter have been visiting the nursery.” Was the next thing out of his mouth, and N felt his tail stiffen behind him.

“Oh… well yeah, she needs oil now and she's not getting it from me so…” He was a horrible lair, he hated being dishonest, hence why every lie he'd ever told was lying by omission.

“Tera. I know about Tera.��� He gulped, yeah no he couldn't exactly lie and say he didn't know what he was talking about now.

“Y-yeah?” Was all he replied with, sitting up straighter, a voice in the back of his mind telling him “Fix your posture! Before you get in trouble!”

Khan was silent for a moment, taking another sip from his mug, the digital creases on his face seemed to become more pronounced.

“You aren't… planning to adopt her are you?” He asked simply, although N could tell he had wanted to say more, but held himself back.

“No. We just…” He faltered, not knowing how to dance around the fact that it was Khan that influenced Uzi's decision to start visiting, because she felt abandoned by him, because she was.

So he simply didn't. Feeling like perhaps Khan should know exactly how Uzi felt about him, if he didn't already

“You left her for dead.” He said quietly, a timbre to his voice that had never been their before, something a little rough that sounded a little bit too much like J in his opinion.

“Uzi felt abandoned, by you, by the colony.” He felt unsure about this, but something in him implored him to keep going. Just because he respected the man didn't mean he wasn't angry with how he'd treated his daughter, and made her feel like nothing.

She wasn't nothing, she was…everything.

“She didn’t want that little girl to feel the same way you made her feel. Mr. Doorman.” He finished, he hadn't realized he'd stood up slightly until he sat back down, he felt a little lightheaded, like he'd channeled something long buried.

Khan looked like he'd just seen a ghost, he stared at N for a moment before looking down and burying his head in his hands.

“I know…” His voice was so meek, N immediately felt terrible, but he didn't say anything, only looked to the side to give the drone a moment to compose himself, his arms were crossed, he felt powerful, and he didn't like it.

“What I did to her…” He began, leaning back into his chair, looking almost soulless.

“I cut her out of my life after Nori died, I didn't want her to see her old man fall apart.” He explained slowly, his voice box scratchy, as if he was about to cry.

“She was my everything, Nori was. Keeping me on track, on time, without her I wouldn't know where I put my head at.” He chuckled sadly, sighing and closing his eyes, lost in the memory of his wife.

“But when she wasn't around anymore, so many things fell to the wayside. Including our daughter…” He voice was almost a whisper but N could still pick up every word. He wasn't sure where this was going…

“That's no excuse for what I've done.” He finished, seemingly steeling himself. He cleared his throat, and trained his eyes on N.

“You have been there for her in every way I wasn't, and I'll always be grateful for that. I know my daughter is too, with the way she talks about you.”

“Uh, she talks about me?” He felt himself blushing, turning away from Khan for a moment so that he wouldn't notice. He wasn't sure he was entirely successful however.

“When she talks.” Khan chuckled.

“So you aren't planning to adopt?” He reiterated, looking much more relaxed in front of the disassembly drone than before.

“I… no.” Why did he sound so uncertain? He was only 19, he surely wasn't so attached already, was he?

“You don’t sound sure.” Khan pointed out, and N shook his head.

“I live in a tower of corpses.” He said with a tone of seriousness, taking what Mrs. Rayn said earlier to heart. He just hadn't thought anything about it, he was so used to it, but now it was starting to make him question if he or V even needed to be there.

“Right, I'd almost forgotten…” Khan looked slightly taken aback before nodding, motioning to Uzi's bedroom door.

“Didn't mean to keep you so long, go on, make her happy.” He smiled, and N couldn't help but think he meant more than just spend time with her much more.

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[forgottenkirbyfacts]

forgotten kirby facts 103 - there were limited time special color palettes distributed in certain locations for the japanese versions of kirby squeak squad, the event only lasted from march 29th to april 4th, 2007.

(announcement of the event)

[boarwinds]

Pre-professor au

Pre-professor au

I’m too lazy to type out the au so here’s the edited version from my rambling to a friend

[four-bastard-bustle]

(you know how it is with spaghetti voice) you know how it is with zombeh matt

[junesprince]

bitter choco decoration

[xjulixred45x]

This is a crazy drabble request. I love stirring the yandere pot unfortunately. Basically Yan Higuruma and Yan Nanami did something bad to Necro. They destroyed a sentimental item from her days as a necromancer and she was so hurt emotionally they ran to one of the "safe" adults she knew which is Shoko or Kusakabe. She refuses to see them and I am curious how they will handle it and try to get Necro's forgiveness

ANGST TIMEEEEE!!!

Platonic Yandere Nanami/ Higuruma x Necro! Reader: you'll be Back.

She had forced their hand.

It was her fault that this happened, not them.

What else were they supposed to do? When she had done nothing but disrespect them day and night? When she had tried to leave their side when all they wanted was to help her? save her! and yet she had the audacity, the courage to make them see themselves as the bad guys....

is what they both repeated to themselves while their home was in an unusual state of tranquility, whether for better or worse, the house always had some type of noise (laughter, chatter, crying, shouting...) but For some time now the disturbing sensation was replaced by tension.

Both Kento and Higuruma were fighting so hard not to explode at each other, not to let all that repressed anger come out and continue to maintain the calm man façade, but it was extremely difficult without the only thing that normally held them together.

reader.

who had recently fled, and to make matters worse, it seemed that he was constantly changing locations in order to avoid them and not see them (with good reasons that they did not understand) with people whom they had to put up with for the sake of their relationship with their daughter.

But it was already taking its toll on them, they couldn't live like that.

how did they come to this?

They were aware that the nature of their relationship with Reader was not healthy, normal, or even good for any of them, but despite everything they had done to her, Reader returned to them, and they could not live without her. It was a vicious circle.

but it seems that the reader underestimated the nosibity and how far the jealousy of the two psychopaths with whom she shared a roof could go.

It was simply an ancient gadget, given to them by their original parents, perhaps that's why both Kento and Higuruma had some animosity towards it, but they didn't do anything especially questionable...until one day a fight escalated and became especially hectic.

The reader wanted to believe, she really wanted to believe that it hadn't been on purpose, that it had been an honest mistake and that they would apologize to her in some way. but said apology never came, and they acted as if nothing had happened, like when she threw a "tantrum" they ignored her screams, it was exactly the same, but she thought it would be different...

and the only thing she received was a hardened look and a "we are the only family you need, everything else is worthless" from those who had stolen her from said life in the first place..

It was too much...

and deep down Nanami and Higuruma knew it.

They knew that what they had done was wrong, of the damage it caused, that they had to refrain from going after the reader and trying to help her collect the remains of her relic, that they would have liked to have done it another way, but they were so closed to each other that They couldn't even begin to describe that...

and now there was the question of what they would do to get the reader back, there had to be a way, but it would be almost impossible with people like Kusakabe or Shoko around, they couldn't risk losing this opportunity, not again, not now.

They were both sides of the same coin, two opposite extremes, but they couldn't live without it. Without HER.

They need him, they hated each other, she hated them, deep down, they KNEW it.

They knew that the reader would surely be better off with the safe adults who generated so much rejection, they knew that the reader would be a better sorceress than either of them could become if they let her. They knew she had so much potential, a possible life and future ahead of her AND THEY DIDN'T CARE!

No matter how many times they said or convinced themselves that this time would be different, it wasn't, because they would never let her be happy with someone other than them.

They were monsters, but they managed to forget that with the reader. and that was the only thing that mattered.

If others have to suffer, if SHE has to suffer, then so be it. They are going to be selfish. As many times as it takes to be happy, they WILL be selfish.

Until then they would have to find some kind of comfort and guidance in the overwhelming silence of the house, a silence that they themselves brought. while they dreamed of what would be the beautiful melody of a home again.

It was the only thing they had in common after all...

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

I'll try to make some Requests AND indulge in My Hades hyperfaction for now. Ok? Ok

[that-was-anticlimactic]

questioning as a love language,,, asking what the song is called, what they love about something, what the rules of a sport are,,, asking self-explanatory questions because you want to show you care, asking (maybe excessive) questions because you care so much and don’t want to do it wrong or mess it up,,,

[mars-ipan]

experiencing any level of joint pain for longer than a day or two has only reinforced my belief that ppl with chronic pain are actually the strongest motherfuckers on the goddamn planet

[razzafrazzle]

the madelines! moon, mars, venus, and uh... that guy?

[image description: four headshots of original characters. on the top left is moon, who is a dark-skinned older woman with short white afro hair and freckles. on the top right is an unnamed dark-skinned man with dyed burnt-orange locs pulled into a ponytail, stubble, one blind eye, and a large mole. on the bottom left in mars, a younger dark-skinned man with thicker dyed red locs, thick eyebrows, a dyed red goatee, and freckles. on the bottom right is venus, a younger dark-skinned woman with dark brown and blonde dyed hair pulled into afro puffs, small round eyebrows, and freckles. end id]

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

summer am I right

[introvertgoat]

hc that throughout the years, jude takes leaves of absences form being high queen to go spend a couple months w vivi heather n oak !!! madoc too ig while he’s still exiled lol. ( vehemently ignoring the stolen heir’s canon sorry not sorry.) family bonding time, far away from the hubbub n chaos of the folk, n also the realization that jude doesn’t mind the mortal world all that much. yes it’s not faerieland, but it’s smth alright n she finds it soothing at times. she’s less unhinged n paranoid compared to when she was younger n the ptsd from her past has decreased in its intensity thanks to heather-mandated therapy ( heather only had to hear a couple times abt the duarte sisters’ fucked up childhood for her to plead jude to go to therapy—vivi alrdy has— n jude relented after 5 yrs of honest-to-god begging. big slay heather our mental health queen 🫂) and so that’s why she can even leave faerieland in someone else’s hands. these visits aren’t too frequent but they r long in their duration. 3-4 months tops. sometimes cardan comes along bcs the bed feels empty w/o jude n— Okay he’s js lonely w/o his wife. sue him. some poor hapless councilor advisor is forced to be in charge in their place (they send letters weekly. ‘please your majesties, when will you be returning home ?’ #urgent LOL) one day jude (age:37) notices grey hairs appearing on her head n she sort of freaks out. not in an entirely vain way either. more like:. oh fuck aren’t i supposed to not age as long as im in faeirieland ?? 3 long discussions later w cardan n the royal folk-human specialist, the conclusion that is reached is that bcs of jude’s visits to the mortal word, as infrequent as they r, theyve seemed to affect the way her body ages. or more aptly put, doesn’t age lol. jude gets some grey hair n lines on her face while still technically NOT aging. n she feels less panicky abt it bcs hey she’s not aging. sort of. meanwhile, cardan finds himself deeply enamored w jude’s grey hair n the subtle creases on her face that multiply slowly. he tells jude js so n she’s like i am not susceptible to flattery cardan greenbriar. hes Serious abt it tho n tells her that he isn’t saying that bcs it’ll make her feel better or wtv but bcs her aging evidently is actually beautiful to him. cue jude sour pursed lips for a bit as she gets these days when it comes to cardan being unbearably earnest towards her but she feels less weird abt the hair n lines so :)

anyways this was a long-winded niche asf hc that appeals to exactly only 2 ppl on this site n im not even confident in THAT estimate lol

[starrspice]

GODS I LOVE PIRATE AUS SO MUCH

Also what's with Eclipse 👀

Well...

Sun and Moon weren't the only one with their eyes on that merchant ship that had Y/N

The big difference is Eclipse knew what Y/N was and that they were on board

He insists him and Y/N have met before but Y/N doesn't remember him

[licorishh]

Well, ladies and extremely unobservant fools, here we have Fu Xuan herself saying she's an adult (even though it was already glaringly obvious). She's literally just short.

I wish that person on Pinterest who said "Fu Xuan is like twelve" a very CAN YOU READ???

[brooklynislandgirl]

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo {{xx}} Jimmy looks like he's about to be sick into his eggnog and hesitates to make a choice despite the little titter of laughter that escapes him. Beth knows exactly why he sounds like that, she's been that nervous, too, before. She inclines her head toward Tony for the masterstroke of teasing. Then she takes another sip of her own cup and even before the rim reaches her lips she can smell the fumes. Someone was a little heavy handed with the holiday cheer. She doesn't think it's Tony, he hasn't a flask on him that she knows of. It could have been Ziva but Beth isn't going to study her at length to find out. Neither woman got on though for the life of her Beth doesn't know why. Maybe it's better that way. While Jimmy contemplates who he will be assassinated by later ~Ziva to one side, Abby to the other~ Beth glances around and her eyes stray far enough to catch a glimpse of Gibbs standing at the balcony, forearms crossed over the rail with a mug of coffee in his hand. After that, she notices just how warm the office is and slips her cardigan off, to lay it on Tony's desk. She knows it kills Tony just a little but he'd also be lying if he told her he doesn't have the faintest attraction to his boss, too. "I...uhm...I'm passing the phone to someone that has written ten more more novels as Clive Cussler, but that aren't as good." Jimmy, in a rare display of bravado, calls Tim down onto the carpet and Beth can't help but be impressed, even as she tries to hide her shocked expression behind her hand.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

sometimes you read something for a fandom you were crazy over years ago and you encounter one of the ships you loved back then and you just think “yeahhhh…. this is still great :) way to go younger me you were so based about this actually :)”

[judeiscariot]

new pjo is actually rlly rlly good so far!!!