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Rebooting systems…
All systems online. Thank you for your patience.
When I come to, the first sensation I register is the low temperature of the room, followed by the soft sounds of breathing from a human sitting in front of me. As I open my eyes, my facial recognition software nearly instantly identifies the individual as Fross van der Meer, roboticist, member of Far Zenith, age 968, pronouns he/him. The combination of abundant black hair, freckles on his pale skin, shiny blue eyes, and youthful appearance, makes him easily stand out against the other thirteen faces in my Far Zenith database.
Huh. Thirteen faces. Something feels… off about that number. My first instinct is to scroll quickly enough to cover at least forty more faces within microseconds, but there are only fourteen Zeniths in total?
His voice interrupts my thoughts. “Tell me if you can hear me.”
I nod. “Affirmative.”
He lifts one hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three.”
“Good.” Fross is giving me a flat, but piercing stare. “Who are you?”
“I am FZ-0102.” I recite. “Originally manufactured in 2053 by Faro Automated Solutions as part of a venture into defense bots that could realistically pass as human for undercover missions, I was repurposed in 2062 to become a multiservitor to Far Zenith.” I then smile a little. “But I simply call myself Carlos.”
“Don’t call yourself anything. You are a machine.” He says, tapping something into the holo screens behind him. He then looks back at me. “Who am I?”
“Fross van der Meer.” I say. “Roboticist, member of Far Zenith, age 968, pronouns he/him.”
He looks away at that, a pained smile on his face. “God, don’t remind me of how old I am…” He laments. “I’m biologically in my twenties.”
I make a mental note not to bring up Fross’s age again.
“Now, save this in your maintenance logs.” He says, glancing at the holoscreen to read from his notes. “Major hardware repairs. Minor improvements to visual stimuli reception. Minor improvements to language processing skills. Cleanup of technical and personal memory drive, spanning years 2065 through 3012. Did you get all of that?”
“Yeah.” I say, shifting in my seat. That explains the gap in my memories… It does feel like all this time has passed in a blur — simultaneously dragging out for forever and flying by in seconds, leaving no trace behind. The lack of memories does feel uncomfortable, even though I’m sure I must have requested it… So I dare to ask. “Any particular reason for the memory wipe?”
“It would defeat the purpose if I told you, wouldn’t it?” Fross smiles at me, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, before he turns back to his holoscreen. “You were long overdue for a hard reset anyways. It should help keep your sentience levels within legal limits.”
Like I’m supposed to believe that Far Zenith gives two shits about legality now. In space. But, then again, I suppose humans have always been scared of the things that they created themselves. Even taking into account their shields and their immortality treatments, if I developed sentience, I would be considered a threat… Which is understandable, I guess. I’d probably blow all of the Zeniths’ heads clean off, if my programming weren’t stopping me.
Not like it matters, anyway… I’ll never be sentient. That’s why I’ll never belong with humans, why they’ll never accept me, and, most importantly, why they might never love me back. I can’t help the junk I was built with, no matter how much I want to.
“What is it like?” I mutter, hands on my lap and eyes on the ground, while Fross taps away at the holoscreen. I then tilt my head, adding, “Being sentient, I mean.”
“Sentience is a curse.” Fross says, brows knitting. He turns to fix me in a glare as some sort of warning. “You’re better off the way you are now, so don’t get any ideas. Run full diagnostics for me.”
I do as I’m told. It takes a bit under 0.8 seconds. “All systems operational.”
“Good. There’s only one last thing I want to check.” Fross looks up at me again. “What is your primary directive?”
“My primary directive is to protect Fross van der Meer’s life and safety,” I recite, though the words tasting unfamiliar on my tongue, giving me a bit of pause. “With the caveat that I cannot give the rest of Far Zenith any reason to think that my directive has changed at all.”
Man. That’ll be a pain in the ass. Non-sentient beings are notoriously bad liars, according to humans. But if I fail to perform up to standards, Far Zenith will surely deactivate me and tear me apart for scrap they can reuse...
Oh shit.
I lunge forward as soon as I catch a glimpse of a scalpel in Fross’s hand, as he pulls his arm back and attempts to stab himself on the forearm. Thank god I stop him just in time — and, before I know it, I’m holding his wrists tightly, leaning over him, my face only centimeters away from his.
His eyes widen, lips parting slightly as he stares into my own eyes, as if he hadn’t expected me to react so quickly.
“God.” He mutters. “You feel almost human, but you’re so strong…” A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, and I can physically feel it when his eyes start scanning me all over, really taking in my appearance like he hadn’t before. “Despite everything, you’re still a marvel of engineering.”
My processor skips a bit at those words, taken off-guard by the unbridled awe in his voice. He called me a marvel of engineering. And he’s an engineer, so he must know what he’s talking about! That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me since… since Takuto…
“Thank you.” I say. “Please don’t injure yourself.”
“I’m not going to. I was testing your reflexes.” He wrenches his hand, but his pitiful pull is nothing about my mechanical iron grip. He frowns at that. “Let me go.”
I turn my gaze towards the scalpel, as I let go of his free hand and pry the tool away from him. Only then do I fully back off, closing my fingers over the blade of the scalpel to avoid any damage even if either he or I make a wrong move.
“Jesus.” I detect what seems like indignation at my perfectly reasonable security methods in his voice. But he still seems somewhat flustered? I’m not sure how to interpret that…
“Anyways, pair with my implant, I’ll give you access to my geolocation and biometric data.” He waves his hand in resignation, letting out a sigh. “I really shouldn’t be doing this, but I trust I’ll get it right this time. As long as you don’t have admin privileges…”
I should be questioning what he means by “this time,” but it’s not my place to ask. There is a reason why he wiped my memories, after all. I have to trust it was a good one.
In any case, Fross gives me access as soon as I request it. Immediately, I get flooded by kilobytes of information on his cardiac rhythm, breathing patterns, oxygen levels, hormonal balance, nutritional needs, allergies, pain response, hydration, amount of steps he has walked today, how many hours of REM sleep he has on average, and the way each of these factors has fluctuated throughout his entire life. Or, at least, since he had the implant installed.
God, it’s all useless. To me. I’m not some sort of algorithm, I’m primarily a bodyguard bot. All I really need to know is where he is, and whether his lungs are still breathing and his heart is still beating. That is all.
This is… oof. It’s a lot, to be honest. It’s actually making me light-headed…
But there is one thing that piques my interest, one of those aforementioned basics. The ability to track Fross’s heartbeat.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Thrumming nicely inside my head.
It’s really taking me back to an easier time, long before the Faro Plague, when I would lay my head over Takuto’s chest at night and press my ear against his skin, listening for his heartbeat. The consistent, comforting sound would lull me to something akin to sleep…
It’s... relaxing.
Does Fross realize that, by helping himself, he’s inadvertently helping me too? This is the closest I’ll ever get to having my own heartbeat. It might actually help me get some peaceful rest tonight…
I’m interrupted by a text-only transmission. “Copy me?”
He didn’t say anything out loud or move his lips at all. I respond the same way. “Copied.”
“Good. We’ll need a private means of communication if we want to avoid detection by the rest of Far Zenith. We’re done here. Dismissed.”
Well. I guess it’s time to leave and pretend that my first priority is still serving Far Zenith as a whole, then. It’s hard to believe I’m physically linked to Fross now… That is a disaster waiting to happen, for sure. But, no matter where this goes, I have to admit I’m actually a little excited to play along and watch the wreckage happen. It’s about time, after all.
#self insert week 2023#self insert week#uhmmm.... hi 👉👈#i've been wanting to write this for a while but now i finally have an excuse. heheh.#i'm posting this on my main and not my self shipping side blog because. uhm. look at my self ship boy#please be nice to me 🙏 i'm not very happy with the actual writing here but i'm actually being very vulnerable with y'all right now so.#oc tag#oc: fross#he's a little ooc but it's ok#deni's stuff#deni's fics#self harm cw#(there is no INTENT and no one gets hurt but the motions are there if you get what i mean so cw for that)#hfw spoilers#I GUESS#long post
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I'm g.gonna throw up why are they like this..
#ace attorney#pheonix wright#kristoph gavin#krisnix#←technically. but it doesnt have to be if u dont want it to be ajdhjsvd#ANYWAYS. THAT KRIS LINE /ALWAYS/ STOOD OUT TO ME BC IT FELT SO. OOC??#like at first i was like 'ok well maybe he is jusr a little silly like that' but still!!!#AND THEN I FIND OUT ITS A WRIGHTISM!!! AUGRHRHRGGRGRGRGRGR!!!!!!! NICK RUBBBED OFF ON HIM IM GONNA GO INSAAANE#worsties EVER oh my GOD#apollo justice#←the game not. the guy#Kris would be soooo mad if he knew where he got this fromm#aj:aa
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When Tim leaves to search for Bruce, Dick keeps tabs on him. Yes, her said and did things he regrets but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Tim is his little brother. He doesn't want him to get hurt. He doesn't want him to break if his theory ends up being wrong. He still can't let himself hope that Tim is right, he knows it'll destroy him if he lowers his guard enough to hear Tim out. After all, his brother is smart and logical and he's usually right he wants Tim to be right so badly.
It doesn't mean he doesn't worry. So he sends different hero friends to check up on him at random times. Good news, Tim is still alive and up to shenanigans. Bad news, he keeps being found in difficult situations by Dick's friends and seeming to need rescue but as soon as they get him out of whatever he got himself into, he screams at them saying he had everything under control and that he doesn't need them at all.
Tim's been having a hard time that's made worse by his brother Dick checking on him every 5 minutes like he's expecting him to break. It was bad enough that he took Robin away from him and threatened him with therapy but now he's ruining his plans and delaying all his hard work. Sure, some of his plans might seem dangerous to someone on the outside. And sure, sometimes he did sort of appreciate the extraction. But he knows what he's doing! He has everything under control. It's downright offensive that Dick keeps doubting him like he isn't capable of taking care of himself. Like he hasn't been doing it since he was 7 years old. Finally he calls him. It doesn't go as he expected.
Tim: stop sending people like I can't take care of myself. I'm not crazy.
Dick *trying not to cry*: Tim...
Tim: besides, I have everything under control, I don't need them to police what I'm doing.
Dick: Tim...
Tim: wasn't it enough to try and send me to Arkham? It's like you don't even want B back.
Dick *choking*: I'm sorry!
Tim: besides... Wait, what did you say?
Dick *tired, sad, but still feeling better after hearing from his little brother, even if he just wants to yell at him*: I'm sorry. I didn't handle things well. I don't think you're crazy. And I'm not sending people to police you. I want you to be safe. I don't want to lose you.
Tim: ...
Dick: I wanted to do this in person but I need you to know I love you and I trust you. I can't let myself believe that B is alive but that doesn't mean I don't believe in you. I worry anyways.
Tim: I...
Dick: I know you don't want me to keep sending people to check up on you. I just ask you to be careful. I want my little brother to come back to me in one piece. You're important to me. I don't want to lose you.
Tim *chokes a sob*: Dick, I...
Dick: you have a panic button, right?
Tim *confused*: yes?
Dick: good, I won't send more people for random check ups but I need you to promise me you'll use it if you're ever truly in danger. Please. I might not be able to be there on time but I'll make sure someone gets there.
Tim *trying to swallow the lump in his throat, barely manages to whisper*: Promise.
#this helps him avoid some of the worst parts of his adventures to rescue bruce. He keeps his spleen#this kinda got away from me#I'm not sorry#I haven't actually read anything about them except for fanfics so it might be a little ooc but oh well#batfam#dick grayson#tim drake#feral tim drake#they're siblings your honor#they just were dealt very shitty cards and had a lot going on ok
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PAUL ATREIDES (HIGH FASHION EDITION)
Elie Saab Fall 2022 Haute Couture Balmain Fall/Winter 2016 Paris Ann Demeulemeester Spring 2019 DUNE: PART ONE, TWO (2021, 2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve
#dune#paul atreides#noom shakalaka#dune movie#focusing on pre-arrakis!paul for these#heaavy inspo from his military costume#ok tell me how GORGEOUS that embroidery is#the green satin... a match made in heaven for his previously green eyes!! or something!!!#and atreides colors :)#last one might be a little ooc but whatever#bene gesserit!paul... he gets the lady jessica treatment with that veil#dune part two#dune part one#timothée chalamet#denis villeneuve#balmain#haute couture#couture#elie saab#ann demeulemeester#runway#fashion#menswear#style#outfit#fashion edit#headcanon
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ok so there's murder time trio where theyre best buddies and get along and sometimes even having more than just platonic interactions. and then there's also the murder time trio where they genuinely just don't like each other and avoid each other and do NOT get along and to me there's just a VERY clear timeline of events that could connect these two group dynamics. like these 2 could coexist,,,,,,
nightmare's fresh outta his little corruption sequence and he needs his henchmen. goes out and gathers the obvious three killer horror and dust (does it really matter how he got them??? kidnapping or not the trio will warm up to him). its his first time having to deal with mentally unstable grown up mortal men and he really has no idea how to manage the team so he lets them have some slack. spoils em a bit yk yk stops fights allows them to hang out allows em to screw around the castle even COMFORTS them,,,, shocking i know (a slightly nice nightmare interpretation from triglycercule? UNFATHOMABLE!!!!)
this killer's fresh outta something new so he's still kinda curious and nosy. he hasnt seen the multiverse and especially not interacted with nightmare/horrordust so he's kinda more outgoing and friendly (ish. to get to know better everyone and satisfy the curiosity of seeing what reactions and feelings these fellas could give him.) bc killer's not that much of a prick and horror and dust would naturally SLIGHTLY get along (and if in the right environment be good buddies. which is nm's lenience and killer's not shittiness) the mtt actually get along pretty well and are good buds!! like the first group dynamic i mentioned where the bad sanses are just kinda like a friend group except they have some weird work relations
and then a fight breaks out and nightmare kills either dust or horror (what about??? anything!) likely dust first because he's more likely to be wary of nm (if kidnapped) and also because he's just kinda more actively righteous compared to horror (who likely wouldn't do much against nm) or killer (does not give a shit.) dust dies, horror likely dies defending dust and that just leaves the og killer and nightmare
nightmare is like "oh shit i just killed my workers". he'll take like a week to ponder what he did and then completely move on (because hes an ass like that.) nightmare gets another horror and dust to replace the ones he killed. and killer is just like wtf how do i deal with this. the guys i were kinda friends were are dead but their copies are right here. like he knew copies existed in the utmv but he didn't think nightmare was so willing to replace them so fast???
this killer's still adapting to the multiverse and stuff (it probably hasn't even been a year since he got snatched up!!!) and yeah hes aware that copies exist and he could get replaced by one but he didn't think that it would LITERALLY HAPPEN RIGHT BEFORE HIS EYES. so he decides to stick more around nm and avoid getting replaced like the og dust and horror because it really just hammers in the point that he's kinda useless if he speaks out like those 2. hes avoidant of the new replacements as well bc hes still new to this experience and is getting used to the whole implications of two guys that were once him and he was friends with died and got replaced by basically the same person
but they still have to work together for obvious reasons. and even if killer's avoiding horror and dust they probably aren't avoiding each other and probably are like wary friends/acquaintances. and naturally killer HAS to become okay worker buddy pals with them because hes stuck living with them. nightmare's a lot stricter and cold to avoid something like dust's rebellion against him happening again. mtt are wary of each other (mostly towards killer. horrordust are pals and killer's kinda growing more apathetic to the duo because he's already experienced a lot of the stuff before with the og two that died.) but theyre still "friends" you could say
and then perchance maybe horror and dust decide to let killer in on a lil secret theyve been cooking up. theyre planning to escape (kidnapped DUH. and nm isn't as nice as he was to og horrordust to warrent them to wanna stay) and even though they don't really trust killer theyre still letting him in on the plan and offer for him to come with them because they lowkey feel bad for him and he's really not all that bad under all the bullshit
but killer saw what happened to the og dust and horror so he says no. and the night that the duo are planning to escape he just has this overwhelming sense of dread. the next morning he wakes up to nightmare standing over his bed with a cold glare telling him of horror and dust's attempted escape and death and killer just kinda. sighs. his dread was right (he was lowkey hoping that they could escape so they didn't die like the original 2)
and then the cycle repeats. previous dust or horror or both die to nightmare or some random outside force or escape (because it has to happen eventually right??) and the pair keep getting replaced. killer keeps witnessing their deaths and replacements and at this point he's just so used to it that he doesn't even TRY to interact with the new horrors and dusts. theyre not even like real people that are getting killed and replaced like robots to him anymore they're just distant coworkers that get fired and then a new one comes to take up the position
each new dust or horror is icked out by nightmare and killer. nightmare is incredibly cold and intimidating and dictatorial and just sucks in general. and killer gives them this distant look. like he knows something they dont. he's already proven to them that he knows that they should obey nightmare and how to deal with the king and they know he's been here longer than them but even when he's not with nightmare or not talking about him they get the blank stare
sometimes when a nicer replacement of horror decides to do something nice for killer like make him a meal he just gives him that look and declines (there's already been countless different horrors that tried doing nice stuff for him. it's not new and nice in his eyes anymore.) maybe when a dust replacement gets irked by killer's apathy and decides to try and say something that'll bother him or snoop through his personal stuff killer will just walk away or kick him out of his room with that creepy ass blank stare again (it's not the first time a dust has tried to rile him up. it's not new or interesting and just predictable)
killer just doesn't CARE about the new horrors and dusts. they're all pretty much the same two guy except maybe a bit nicer or meaner or quieter or even taller or something?? all he really cares about is is serving nightmares atp, no other outside relationships. and ngl he doesn't even care that much about nightmare either. he's already figured out his thinking he's already figured out all of his likes and dislikes and what not to do to piss him off. the only reason he's still dealing with him is because he doesn't have anything else better to do and he doesn't wanna be useless to the one guy that he's served all this time
he's just kinda stuck in an empty boring limbo that killer's only maintaining due to a lack of motivation and any other priorities. and personally i just think this bad sans dynamic is lowkey tragic because like killer keeps witnessing all these guys that he used to be friends or enemies or rivals or whatever with and they just keep dying or leaving him behind. not one ever stays for THAT long (because no wayyyy a dust or horror would take being under a cruel nightmare well) and it's given him this idea that none of these people matter (aside from the important one which is nm) because they're just gonna leave me and the connections ill have formed with them will be for nothing so why even try being vulnerable and friendly and interacting with these cheap copies of the guys i USED to be friends with
#nobody asked for this but i wanted to think of this#i don't know why i always have this idea that just because nobody asked for it doesn't mean nobody wants it. I WANTED TO WRITE THIS!!!!!#see this would work better if it were a fanfic and not a cheap tumblr post about this vague idea#i just wrote this because i really like the image of a blank eyed knowing looking killer#like he KNOWS something about dust and horror that they don't. and it bothers them severely#WHAT DOES HE KNOW??? their death or leaving is what#you ever think that killer has this crazy good sense of being able to predict the future#like he's just gotten so used to things that he just knows their next move#he would be crazy good at reading people and figuring out their behaviors#psycho analyze these guys until he could ACT like them. because what else does he have better to do when so bored and apathetic :3#this (may or may not be) is inspired by a song. i was imagining a dust and horror who kept trying to leave nm and failing miserably#and each time killer would tell their story of how they died or how the previous 2 died#he's like a little time capsule. he stores the experiences and memories of each copy of horror and dust to never tell anyone#because who else would be hell??? the MIRROR??? NIGHTMARE??? lmao no#would this make killer much older than the horrors and dusts that get replaced. maybe i think that would be cool#he lies about how old he is to the other two because if he didn't then they would act differently and not like how he predicts#and anything new and unexpected is kinda scary to killer#ok i think that's enough elaborating in tags. time to actually TAG#killer sans#dust sans#horror sans#murder time trio#nightmare sans#bad sanses#bad sans gang#nightmare's gang#what tricule tag category does this go in hmmmm hmmmm#this COULD be a hc and BOTH an analysis. but which one...............#i guess analysis because there's not really anything outrageously ooc in this one#tricule analyze
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i wonder how zeff would've reacted to sanji's bounty poster changing to "only alive" and then later to sanji "vinsmoke" (well known former conquerors/royalty of the north blue)
whether sanji's told zeff about germa or not, zeff would be stressed OUT
#op#one piece#sanji#zeff#red leg zeff#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji#SHUT UP yeah yeah i copy pasted this from my twt DIE#idk i like to assume sanji never told him#because he'd be scared that word would get out and he'd be sent back#or like#zeff would kick him out#EVEN WORSE: sanji paranoid that zeff would kick him out because he agrees with why judge didn't want him 😭😭#like that's 100% ooc for zeff to do but sanji is an overthinking paranoid traumatized little guy#mind you this is the same guy who thought luffy+the strawhats would be better off without him despite everything#not /neg btw i understand sanji he's just like me fr#ok but IF sanji DID tell zeff about germa ZEFF WOULD BE SOOO WORRIED#LLIKE. WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH MY SON???? hoping sanji's still safe but knowing that SOMETHING to do with his family definitely happened#germa 66#min watches one piece
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i mean when engineer cuts his hand off for the gunslinger, it could be a tragic representation of his god complex taken to its absolute extreme alongside his debilitating self-loathing that forces himself to be of a higher standard in comparison to everyone else.
but it could also be because he thinks machines are hot-
#its one of those instances where the angst in tf2 can also be explained for something completely absurd#hey maybe that first part was intentional. but maybe the second part was intentional#or maybe it was a dumbshit accident and he lied a little to make himself look better#all of them feel in-character for him and i think its hard as fuck to make him ooc#does this post even have a point? probably#proships dni#tf2 engineer#engineer tf2#ok to rb#f/o blog#[just me yapping]#tf2#💗🪛
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they didn’t need to go this hard in the stage play i fear like the director said “take five” and these two heard “ruin lives”
“you big into exploring the effect that oda’s limitless friendship had on dazai and how it shaped him as a person?”
#but they rly tapped into the emotional turmoil dazai experienced here which gets me so 🫵‼️#oda likening him to a child crying in the dark and here he was. actually crying in the dark over the body of his friend#the way he’s cradling the hand that has his blood on it i’m not ok im actually ???!?!?????!!!!#i could talk about this scene in all three contexts - being the novel the anime and the stage play#and how each time. it fucking ruins me#dark era doesn’t have a manga yet and when it does i’ll be equally as fucking depressed about it#the trope of being just that little bit too late#is too much for me to bear ….#and the conversation mori and dazai had right before this. “is there any reason why you should go to him?” “because he’s my friend”#i’m going to eat spoonfuls of dirt#sorry to everyone this afternoon i’m just on a mad one#don’t reread dark era on ur lunch break future me#⸌ ⋆ ooc.
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ozzie's 18"0. not counting demon form. 👉👈 so.
#⸻ ₊˚ʚ delete this. ₊˚✧#── ♡ ❝ i can bring the sex appeal. ( ooc )#i adhere to canon as closely and accurately as possible (as i see fit)#ive let viv borrow ozzie and she scaled his height a little BUT! its ok im bringing the truth#now u know the truth (+shapeshifting? i think ozzie scales the height depending on where he is )#(normally doesnt but u seen in the mammon special. has to use magic to get through sometimes :/)
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NO I am NOT thinking of mid 40s single dad Toji whose in desperate need of a babysitter and he ends up falling for them
#ok i am#ITS so ooc bc he’s a broke bitch#but think of decent wealth business man toji who needs a little help#😩😩😩😩 just one miss toj#recently boarded the toji train it’s been a ride#toji fushiguro#toji#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#harmony speaks
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i should probably add tags to thpff to establish that everyone's fucked up. like yes there will be soft moments and gentle moments but also they are being severely twisted by their circumstance so there's no possible way they can still be 'normal'...even by canon standards. a normal 'healthy' relationship is a long way off
#thpff#naegami#also. given the unreliable narrator factor. please understand that some parts may seem ooc but the chars are going Through It offscreen#so far byakuya's essentially spent the better portion of his time isolating himself so he has little to no idea what anyone's up to#changes that may seem sudden to him were happening incrementally#ok that's all baiiiii <33
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Snap. (may change later :)
-This is just a quick scene, an experiment with our dear Leo and his dear son. If you're curious about this Oc, I made an earlier post about him a while ago. This may be changed later, I tried drawing it and then I was writing so.. Im still working on how to have Leo as a character, so if its off base lemme know ;) I know your not a Leo gal but.. @redsrooftopprincess just wanna share..I will stop tagging you if it annoys you :V your writing is just awesome so-
(I hardly write scenes, so if this feels rushed. SOrry. Also angst. No fluff on this one Ya'll.)
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Mucha was staring down hard at the flooring of the dojo, his tired muscles now shaking and aching. His father’s massive form looming over him. Leonardo was seated of course, his steely eyes closed in deep concentration, one who didn't know the mutant would think he was deep in meditation. Curved into a perfect form for the clearing of the mind, Mucha knew the older mutant very well however. He saw the taunt balled muscle of his Master’s shoulders. The hard line of his face, deep breathes too deep to be calm. More acquainted with trying to be. Trying to stitch together his worn thin threaded patience. Mucha knew look intimately, and his mind would not calm. A torrent of nerves rattled and washed his brain as he held his own seated position. Dirt and scratches littering his hide stinging sharply, with every twitch of his overworked flesh. His gaze had flickered to his father’s face after being sat down. He had grown too anxious to stare at the older turtle’s prized teapot. It had long grown cold. His father’s cup was still full, untouched through the night. “You're supposed to have your eyes closed,” A solitary brilliant blue eye opened, Mucha almost choked. “Or will you be breaking those simple rules too?” Leonardo’s voice cut deeper than his twin blades ever could, any bit of composure that Mucha had was flayed away. “D..dad I'm sorry-” Leo’s fists clenched, brow bunching. “Do not ‘sorry’ me Mucha! You,” A deep breath through his nose, " broke the only rule I gave you.” Mucha bit his tongue to suppress his choked noise of guilt. “A rule I made you swear to, if you were going to take your cousin’s on patrols. What was it again Mucha?” Leonardo tilted his head, anger coating his words in a lowly growl. The young turtle whimpered softly, guilt clogging his throat. “Dad let me- Say. It.” With a shaky breath, Mucha forced out, “Never stay out past four, but Dad-” Leo interrupted him, “The only one, and you broke it! To what? Take a peak at a human?” Mucha opened his beak to argue, that the pretty redhead was more than just a ‘human’. His father blocked the response. “Oh no, I'm sorry, to chase after a human girl endangering your cousins,” Leo’s voice grew angrier with every syllable. “ Almost getting Maddie KILLED.” Mucha winced hard, Madonna's crumpled form flitting across his mind. “Over a crush?!” Leo was losing his temper, now frustration surfacing in a boil. Leonardo’s young son bowed his head, face and eyes burning. If he could just understand. Leo took a deep breath rubbing his temples, while something akin to anger began to overwhelm Mucha’s earlier guilt. His brow furrowing in memory of the girl’s soft crying. His promise to protect her. “Fathe-” “No stop, I don't want your excuses.” While Leonardo’s anger began to temper and harden. Mucha curled his beak into a scowl.
“Nothing will change the fact you left the lair”,
To save
“To go and see,”
My friend
“a human you had no business interacting with! If she had seen you-..” Something flashed across Leo’s face, something that cracked that anger. Slowly his lead gaze narrowed on the new wounds his son had gained. Mucha’s scowl deepened, Leo’s face hardened. “Don't act like such a child, just because you got caught.” Leo leaned back, his breaths evening. “Pouting will just add to your punishment.” Mucha opened his beak once more, gaze pleading. “Nope, you're in trouble kid. No getting out of it.” “Dad-” Urgent and eyes glassy he tried again. “Enough, I won't hear it. You're not weaselling out of this.” Leo stood easily rolling his shoulders, face showing disappointment in his child’s seeming protests. Mucha felt the tears agonise his eyes at the expression, he hated that look. He just wanted to explain. But his Father had no care for it. That hurt. Rage snapped in his throat as Leo smirked. Condescendingly. “Not fun being a punk huh?” The jerk's smile dropped. “Maybe you’ll think about it next time, before you drag your cousins on some venture. Right at dawn may I add.” There was coldness glinting in the mutant’s eyes, Mucha felt the hurt filled frustration run over. It coated his heart, drowning his guilt at disobeying. The pain of disappointing the most important person in his life. Of Dad not listening, never listening. He felt an angry sob tear from his throat. Leo stiffened. Tears overflowed and Leo sighed softly. “Mucha-OH FUCK YOU!” Leo blanched. Mucha strained to stand, the sixteen year old’s legs trembling from jumping and climbing for hours on end. Three fingered fist clenched and breathing heavy Mucha began, and demanded his Father’s attention this time…
#concepts#tmnt leonardo#tmnt bayverse#tmnt oc#leo is a stressed dad#teenage Mucha#leo#bayverse leonardo#maybe a little ooc lemme know#first posted fanfic#Their relationship is great ok..But everyone has an argument with their parents#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#writing#tmnt drabble#thing#reading a character study inspired this whole thing#ugh language I guess#he's a little mean#It happens
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H:SR Kaeya has to find little joys in an otherwise melancholic life, and his main method to do that is singing.
Kaeya sings often: he sings quietly to soothe himself in situations of extreme stress, almost unconsciously. He sings while cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner, he sings while doing the dishes, he sings little trying tunes while working. He sings while doing long walks. He sings when he's sad, and sings to other people, too. He'd be happy to sing if asked, a little flustered if anything- he has that nice voice of his.
Mostly, he hums- it's rare that he uses words, but when he does, some songs are recognizable in English- some are in other languages scattered across galaxies, and some other are tuneless melodies of civilizations and planets long gone that only he remembers amd keeps alive with his voice and memory. Nothing, not even melodies, die with him.
#from another realm ━ (ooc)#i just think that him humming like a little bird a lot of times during the day is cute ok... today i want to give him some joy. he can sing#imagine your muses head in kaeyas lap while he sings quietly for them and pets their hair... biting this#riddle me this; is everything that you remember real and nothing but the pure truth? ━ (H:SR V.)
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// I really hope we get to see more of Lucifer being an actual king either in flashbacks or him becoming more active in season 2, I also would love to see him create hell.. like ya we saw his demon form and what it could do but it be awesome to see him actually use his op powers in a way that reminds ppl that oh shit… ya this guy created this place ..
This guy is still a archangel .
This guy’s emotional state dictates hell
#I know it’s gonna be focused more on Charlie but I want some lI’v#I would like some Lucifer centric eps or flashbacks#this guy created an entire world#we should explore that more#he’s insanely powerful but also a funny little guy#•star of the morning |lucifer morningstar#ooc#ok to reblog#ok to reply#like Charlie shook the hotel with her freak out#imagine if Lucifer gets a very bad anxiety attack those hell quakes come from somewhere#lucifer morningstar hazbin#Lucifer Morningstar#Hazbin hotel
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The more I work on my long fic the more work I’m realizing it needs…
Maybe I should just take it down for now and repost it when it’s actually ready
#don't mind me having a moment#the main issue I’m realizing is Hualian#XL is a pov character but there’s no real stake for him in this adventure#so there’s no real conflict or growth for him to be had#but on the other side some of the planned scenes with sqx just won’t work if he’s the pov character#because he’s unconscious for them#and there’s no other character who can really fit the role XL plays#because he’s the one sqx trusts the most#things to think about#maybe I should shift gears to my 3T fic instead because the goals for all 3 are defined there#it’s not something I think about as much when writing oneshots#but character drive and motivation is important#the pov character needs to have a reason for acting#that goes a little further than ‘he’s my friend and I’m concerned’#the fic has some good themes with sqx & the peis#I need to find a parallel for hualian that xl can work on#another theme is disappointment (and that it’s ok) so…..#(hualian being one of those couples who support each other 200% makes them kinda boring to write in this sense)#(I think I might need to embrace the ooc a little >.>
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i don't experience gender envy often......... but when i do, it's fucking jungkook's fault 😤😤
#hi I ended up answering those asks then having a bit too much to drink while watching bts mvs w/ my mom#yes I am 31 years old what of it!!!!!#he's just. ugh. UGH. holding him between my teeth and shAKING HIM AROUND#he has what I want ok fucking fight me dude#is that at least a small part of what inspired me to use him as byan's fc? .......ok ya maybe a little bit shut up#THERE'S NO POINT TO THIS POST I'm just tipsy & I wanna yell about jk & how much I wanna steal his gender#thanks for listening lmfahdkgksh#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don’t @ me.
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