#honestly rk are with this cover

[amorettopedri]

GarethKayden are coming home 😭😭😭💚💚💚💚

[beautifulllylove]

whos gonna be the left side to my right side

[scented-morker]

Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, fem reader, mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Perfect Find

Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: You and Steven look through the local charity shops.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Just some fluffy old fluff.

Warnings: swearing, set in the UK, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 590

You gasp excitedly as you hold up the shirt. “Steven, what about this one?” 

His eyes light up when he sees it and rushes around from the other side of the clothing rail. “It’s perfect!” He touches the material lightly, it’s cotton, or at least some kind of cotton blend. Whatever it was, it doesn’t make him feel like he needs to peel his skin off after coming into contact with it. 

“This charity shop has everything,” he laughs as he takes the shirt, a short sleeved button down, out of your hands and looks at the price. £6.00, not bad. 

The shirt itself is a vibrant sky blue, intercut with swirls of white that in all honestly neither of you are one hundred percent sure if they are meant to be clouds or waves. Though most likely the latter considering the main pattern of the material. It is covered with swimming goldfish, all from a bird’s eye perspective. 

You notice the black t-shirt slung in the crook of Steven’s arm and point to it. “Found something else?” 

It takes him a moment to drag his eyes away from the goldfish before he looks up to you and smiles. “For Marc.” 

You’re about to say how thoughtful that is of him, until Steven holds the t-shirt up and you can read the text on the front. ‘My depression is chronic, but this ass is iconic.’

You can’t help the sudden bout of laughter that spills from your lips. “Oh my god…”

“I know, right?” Steven gives you the biggest shit eating grin.

“He’s gonna hate that.”

“He is.” Steven says with an almost perverse glee. “Loathe it, utterly, utterly loathe it.”

You walk with Steven as he takes his purchases to the till. “Is this payback for him hiding your Hanukkah jumper?” 

“Not in the slightest.” He grins. “Just part of the payback.” 

You giggle. 

“I’m gonna wear this t-shirt every time I know we’ve got planned switching time. See how long it takes before he notices the writing.” 

“Could be a while.” You smile. 

Marc was very observant when it came to outside things, other people, the landscape, he wasn’t however so concerned with what he was wearing as long as it was comfortable and fairly plain. The writing on the t-shirt was just small enough that there was a good chance he wouldn’t pay attention to it straight away. Especially if Steven put a hoodie or a plain-ish shirt over the top (unbuttoned of course). 

“Oh, I intend to make sure it is.” Steven beamed as he then turned to the cashier, greeted them and paid for the shirt and t-shirt. 

You absentmindedly touch the t-shirt as you put it into your canvas bag and sling it over your arm. It’s soft, comfortable. And you smile. You know, just as Steven does, that deep, deep, deep down, Marc will quite like the t-shirt. 

He’ll grumble a little of course, probably give you both a playful roll of his eyes and tut. But he won’t take it off. He won’t throw it away. 

You’ll find him wearing it of his own free will in bed, and on lazy mornings in the flat. And even outside when the urge takes him. 

“I can carry those, love.” Steven smiles at you as you carry the bag, but you shake your head. 

“It’s fine.” 

He tuts, a sound that is so different to Marc, and kisses your cheek as you both head outside into the high street and the next charity shop. 

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

I wanted to ask your ask the lady blog but I can't find it.

Do you think the lady's library is organised at all? There are some parts which you obviously wouldn't be able to reach unless you can fly, and I wonder what kind of books are in a pile if she's the only one reading them. Maybe she has someone or something put her books away or shelve new books, but they don't always do a great job?

OH... MY LADY BLOG... MY POOR LADY BLOG THAT'S SITTING ON A SHELF TAKING DUST...

Alright, so! This is actually a very interesting questions because the answer is a very contraddictory one: kiiiiiinda? There's definitely... a lot pointing to it not being as organized these days...

But, in contrast, I will also say that there seems to be a method to the madness -- as there usually is with the Lady.

The books I pointed out up there are just a few piles of the ones that can be found out of place, and somehow their scattered and overwhelming presence seems to be invoking the exact opposite feeling her bedroom does: whereas her private space feels barren and sombre, the rest of her quarters are full of mayhem in a way that feels almost quietly frenetic. Those books look like they've been taking dust for a while... however, there is a few things of interest to note.

In the part of the Residence with the Book Puzzle, you'll notice that the bookshelf has different kind of eyes depicted at the bottom of each.

(Images are a courtesy of @/dailylittlenightmares, go follow them)

These are meant to match up with the respective books, who also have the same symbols. Their shapes match the ones underneath the three statuettes RK has to retrieve, so I came to assume these books/bookshelves specifically are each tied to one specific predecessor. Maybe some of them were their belongings, books from their era, or this is simply another method to categorize specific topics so that it's easy to not mix them up.

This is of course open to interpretation - especially considering there's no eye with the shape of an exagon (which is under the green statuette), but all other bookshelves in that room have this symbol underneath:

... indicating that the books in them might have miscellaneous subjects.

I'm pretty sure, however, that this method of categorization only counts for this specific room as I was not able to find any other bookshelf that has any of these symbols outside of it.

Considering this is also where you find the book with the Lady's mask on the cover, my current interpretation is that the books in this room are all tied to her magical practices. Now, whether this room in the library was actually made by her or by someone before her, that's up for debate: I'm leaning towards the latter honestly. The entire Residence feels like a joint effort, put together through a few generations -- which is probably why it feels more chaotic as opposed to the Lady's own bedroom... but digressing.

There are items here which suggest that, at one point, she did need furniture in order to reach the higher shelves.

I wonder if she still uses it to this day... admittedly she's rather tall now, and as you pointed out she can fly.

(Imagining a little Lady trying to make her way thru the tall bookshelves :( )

I honestly don't think there's anyone here doing the organizing besides herself. Which is probably why it doesn't look very organized at all. The Lady is very precise, but only when it comes to mantaining the very fragile structure of the chaos she's grown accustomed to. At this point there's no reason in putting the books away as long as she can still use them. It's a controlled mayhem, and when something becomes out of place - like the Runaway Kid - she disposes of it. In a way, it reflects how she rules the Maw, right?

[bonnibellexox]

What I’ve Learnt From Each of My Stories

In my experience, the faster you learn, the faster you hate your past work. There’s a steep curve in most things, which must be one of the reasons beginners give up on new endeavours so much. In those first few months, you might double, triple and quadruple your skill if you actively try to, which unfortunately means that you’re guaranteed to look back in horror at every mistake you used to make with such confidence. It’s a good sign, trust me.

So now, I will humble myself and reveal to you all the shit that keeps me up at night as I take you through my writing journey.

The Very Beginning- Miraculous Ladybug

Bad bad bad. Omg it was so bad. No grammar, no spellchecking, the tackiest sex scenes in the world written by a girl who thought hickeys were a badge of honor, someone should have euthanised me.

~Take Aways~

-Have sex before you write about it, everyone can tell

-Stop making everything so over-the-top ~sexy~, no one talks like that all the time

-Write about adults you weirdo (i was 14 to be fair)

The Real Beginning- RWBY: We’re All So Happy For You

This story was written out of love and rage. Ruby drinking that tea changed my life (literally) but wow was the season bad. I know they had budget problems towards the end, but honestly, it was the worst time to start a whole new plotline when we were kinda in the middle of something back home. It would have made a good movie tho...

~Take Aways~

-Sentence length needs to vary, don’t get stuck in a rhythm

-Paragraphs can cover a lot of ground, not everything has to be dialogue

-You don’t need to write every second of the day out, let time pass offscreen

-You kinda have a thing for RK Jaune x Ruby but I won’t tell anyone

Oh... You Like That? RWBY: The Oneshots

I like sex, in case you couldn’t tell. Well... sex is actually pretty mid, but THINKING about sex is fun. And it sells. People tend to like Ruby being innocent and dumb, but thats G R O S S so I made her secretly kinky and also a legal adult. This vibe will continue for a while.

~Take Aways~

-Sex is weird to write, mostly because it's repetitive. Don’t get caught up in the... ehm ‘ins and outs’ of it. We all know what's happening, focus on thought processes and sensory detail over action.

-Jaune and Ruby are a niche pairing, but readable fanfiction is rare so you aren’t totally screwed

-I don’t like saying dirty words, apparently. We all know I’ve written insane shit so idk wtf my problem is. Dont worry, it’ll end up being a good thing

Oneshots, But There’s More Than One! RWBY: Privacy

Look at that! My most popular story. What started out as an attempt to find somewhere for Ruby and Jaune to be alone together, turned into a polycule beyond my control.

~Take Aways~

-I’m impatient. Slowburns are allergic to me. He calls her baby five minutes into the story but ok

-3,000 words per chapter is a sweet spot. Some of those chapters were 8 THOUSAND words and they got the same amount of hits and comments anyway. Break them up, get paid twice.

-If you do one thing people dont like, they’ll bring it up forEVER.

-Sometimes, sacrificing a story to the people and asking for their wishes and desires teaches you a lot about not only your audience, but also what they consider to be your strengths. Don’t bend to their will, but maybe give public opinion some of your time for stories that don’t matter too much.

They Were Just Supposed to Fuck on an Island- RWBY: Time Together

That’s right, my initial concept for this crowd favourite was just beach sex for 20 years. For the record, that did NOT last.

~Take Aways~

-Still impatient, but I did manage to hold strong and keep them apart for 3 whole chapters!

-Slowburning that gets you death threats is simple: Make them sleep together in their underwear and skinny dip in the moonlight. Then have them genuinely say that its platonic. So many death threats...

-Sex gets boring eventually. Tying an emotion to it gives you much more to work with. For example: the birthday sex they have in front of the fire was my attempt at the most romantic fuck I could imagine at the time

-While writing this, I developed a new style of smut writing that I found to be much more comfortable and didnt cheapen my stories as much. No fade to blacks, but i still avoided direct, grotesk language in favour of implication and subtlty.

Again, This Was Supposed to be Sex in a Club- RWBY: Caught Red-Handed

This one is my Roman Empire. I’m very proud of the trap I set for my readers and WOW did I piss some people off. Whoopsies...

~Take Aways~

-USE GRAMMERLY ffs omg, you dyslexic fuck

-be careful giving anime self insert characters flaws, the weebs will come for your throat

-speaking of flaws, this was actually really helpful for getting rid of my fear of ‘ruining’ my characters. When you face it head-on, give them reasons to get worse and look for meaningful redeeming action for them to take, people will forgive a lot.

-writing from a different characters perspective is game-changing for understanding them

-only people who like your work hate it as viciously as this. If it was pure garbage, they wouldn't be here at Chapter 20 with the rest of us :)

In the end, write whatever you want, it’s free and you don't owe anyone anything. Use this freedom to find your voice, figure out what you hate, make your mistakes, get all that sluttiness out of your system and come out knowing exactly what you want to write.

Good Luck XoX

[ciera-richez]

do you think RK have fully thought about what the fallout will be when this all comes to light? In the past, I felt Kristen would get most of the heat, because people may spin it as her using the LGBT community as a cover for her real life. But now I feel like Rob will be painted as a bad dad for hiding away his older children while seeming to acknowledge this child. And if there IS no child, that's almost worse, because no one will understand why someone would make that up. idk, I just worry about if they can recover now that they've taken these charades so far.

I don't think they thought she'd take the preggers route, but I have no idea what they thought the outcome would be. Kristen has gotten heat, and still does, but it seems to have died down a lot for a while, from what I've noticed.

Well...again, from what I've noticed, those who believe he has a baby with her don't believe he has any other children. Those who believe he has other children don't believe he has a baby with her.

But, of course, you can't forget the flip-floppers, and those who just don't give a fuck. 🤷‍♀️

Why would they make it up? Well...IMO she's getting attention - whether positive or negative - by being his public arm candy...or poison, I guess, would suit this situation better. And he's keeping the papz and media out of his private life...the one thing he's always said from day one that he'd NEVER SELL.

I honestly couldn't care less if she recovers from this. She made this bed, and now she'll have to lie in it.

I think Rob will be okay. He may need some time after, but I believe he'll be okay.

[obeetlebeetle]

Conrad!! Hi hi hi!! Tell me about your number 4, 8, 26 and 43 songs! What do you like most about them? ☺️💛💕

8. Painkillers - RKS | i loveeee that you love this album btw this was the first song i heard from it (besides hide) and it's the one that compelled me to listen to and get so obsessed with the full record

Very lovely morning Don't kill yourself today Think of all that you'd be missing And don't you ever pay mind to that line in your way that says you'll ruin it You'll ruin this for everybody won't you

26. Sympathy is a knife - Charli xcx | brat summer did in fact happen to all of us. i like this track a lot i think lestat should cover it

'Cause I couldn't even be her if I tried I'm opposite, I'm on the other side

43. Some Type of Skin - AURORA | another one off the same album, which i honestly think you would like a lot. this was probably song of the summer for me!

I guess I should build some type of skin And let breath be air And love the things I know might disappear

[liannelara-dracula]

How would Carla feel if his s/o slept n@ked?

Hi Love,

Normally I'd just answer your ask but for censoring reasons I was worried it wouldn't show up in recent so I wrote down what you requested instead. Sorry about the wait. I hope you like it!

-Liannelara

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

Warning: 18+

*certain words have been censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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💤Okay I know people don’t talk about this enough, especially with him bc he’s kinda neglected as a character but Carla is a sensual guy.

💤And that’s just facts.

💤Although I will say that unlike his brother he doesn’t point it out as much, but he still does.

💤To be honest with you it depends on what he’s feeling in that moment.

💤If you’ve had a rough day and he’s knows your exhausted he’d just k!ss your forehead and cover your body with a blanket.

💤“Your always so tempting even when you’re not awake.” He’d whisper before leaning over to k!ss your temple.

💤He’d move your hair out of your face with his hands.

💤His hands are larger than yours, but they are very gentle with you in times like this.

💤I want to make a post about all the diaboy’s hands now lol.

💤I feel like he had so many different moods with his s/o doing this like he’d even scold her about it if she was careless and had someone see her.

💤So Carla would be mad if she was n@ked and his brother saw her.

💤“A woman is not supposed to be indecent in front others, especially her partner’s brother. In my time, you’d be seen as a seduc!ng woman. It’s uncivil for a soon-to-be queen.”

💤 “Carla, I didn’t think he’d come into your room while I’d be sleeping. I thought he knew that you were here. Also you’re living in the past. People call this a privacy violation and Shin is just considered a peeping tom.”

💤He lifted your chin up and sm!rked, “Call it whatever you like, but it still makes you a lewd woman.”

💤“Carla!”

💤Honestly prefers that you’re n@ked bc he’s grown so used to it---he wouldn’t have it any other way.

💤He was a little surprised at first that you slept n@ked, but he didn’t see it as a bad thing.

💤Even if he says it’s uncivil, deep down he’s all for it.

💤Although if no one has walked in on you and you haven’t had a rough day, Carla is heavily provoked by your “invitation” and he won’t refuse.

💤If you are a light sleeper he’s in luck bc you will easily get up from your nap when he likes and he takes you on any surface.

💤However, if you are more of a heavy sleeper, he’ll have to use his magic to get you to wake up.

💤Usually he likes to wake you up by laying down next to you and k*ssing you till you wake up.

💤He will also subtly touch your hair and caress your face when you’re sleeping.

💤Carla will even whisper your name to get you to open your eyes, which usually does the trick and leads him to sm!rk at you.

💤Seconds later you’re under him, blushing, bc he’s pinning you down and you won’t be able to get out of this till you admit that you slept like that bc you wanted him.

💤Sometimes if he’s too tired to bother you about it he just sleeps beside you and puts the covers over the both of you.

💤I feel like he might sleep shirtless sometimes, tho this is a rare sight.

💤Most times he’ll wear long sleeves to go to bed.

💤Anyways the next morning when you are awake he’ll probably be sitting up in bed reading something, waiting for you to get up. And when you do he’s going to be a teas!ng a$$.

💤You sit up with the blanket barely covering you as puts his book down. He leans in, his fingers brush over your parted lips as he looks at you with a grin,“You know, as King of the Founders its usually women that do this who don’t catch my interest . . . But you’re the only dirty girl I’ll make an expection for.”

💤You’d blush at this and before you could speak he’d pull you in to k!ss you and then expose you by removing the covers from your body.

💤He’d end up having some fun with you in the morning.

💤Typically tho another reason you may sleep n@ked is because you have had s*x but there he is n@ked as well.

💤I could never see him as the type of person who puts his clothes back on from that.

💤He’s just not the type after that he likes to cuddle up close to his gf and fall asleep with her.

💤He’s not like Ayato.

💤Overall, Carla generally enjoys this about his s/o and finds it as a way for him to tea$e her.

💤 It really attacts him and keeps him interested.

💤Especially if you didn’t seem like the type of person to do that, he’s caught off guard but likes the surprise ngl.

💤But if Shin walks in on you two getting intimate and in the state you’re in, Carla’s definitely going to be upset.

💤“Nii-san, are you in here? I needed-,” Shin would stop mid sentence, shocked at the scene but a sm!rk soon replaced that. “Ohh, I had no idea you were with a woman. I guess this can wait until later. Have fun, brother.”

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[another-rational-deception]

May I request Mezo Shoji, Rikido Sato and Koji Koda with a lover who has vitiligo?

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Shoji, Sato, and Koda w/ and s/o who has Vitiligo

Mezo Shoji

Despite it being extremely common, Mezo had never heard of it before meeting you

He mistook it for your quirk at first and asked what your quirk was, was very surprised and embarrassed when he was told it’s just a skin condition

All in all he thinks is beautiful. Mezo likes to just look at it, and lightly traces his fingers over the spots when you’re sitting or laying down together

He’s quick to notice new spots, and shows them the same treatment

Mezo doesn’t like if you try to cover the discolouration, but he refrains from saying anything. He knows how hypocritical it would be for him to speak against it.

But he does think it’s pretty neat :)

Rikido Sato

Honestly, I headcanon that he has vitiligo as well

It’s mostly on his upper arms, midsection, and thighs, so people just don’t tend to notice

He actually first started talking to you because of this condition you both shared

It’s kind of a normal thing for him, so he doesn’t really bring it up much

However, he’s only met a few other people with this condition. Rikido tends to get a little self conscious of it

After a bit of encouragement from you, he lets you know when he feels this way. He appreciates your support, and in turn, is your safe haven if you even feel the same way.

Koji Koda

He’s heard of the condition before, but Sato is the only person he’s ever met with it.

He’s a very curious person, and asks a lot of questions (once he’s sure he’s not bothering you about it)

He’s most curious about how it feels

Koji likes to draw. A lot. With your permission, he likes to draw little animals in the spots.

It’s hard to explain, but he makes animals out of the shapes. Kind of like how you can look at a cloud and interpret the shape of it, he does the same to your vitiligo marks.

If it’s at all uncomfortable he doesn’t do it, but he will take a little inspiration and draw them on a paper instead.

He’s interested by it, and it very attentive to you

i was looking up vitiligo to get some info on it for this ask, and now I’m curious. i saw mixed answers on how it feels for the person who has it, some sources said its just like normal skin and others say its itchy and painful. if anyone has an answer for this im really curious to know

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

@rk-stateoftheart Cont. from Here

Everything has truly crumbled from their original plan. Someone had given away their presence away and the element of surprise was gone. A shoot-out began, and Connor was right behind Hank when diving down for cover. He could see that one officer has already been hit, Connor immediately calling for medical services. 

He looked over to his side and sees Richard, glad that he made it to safety, though he supposes that’s not something he has to worry about with the RK900. Richard was built stronger and faster than him, and he has always done well to accomplish any task put before him perfectly. It made him perfect to handle tasks like this where things can go wrong so fast. Connor is not ashamed to say that he admires how calm and confident he is under pressure. 

That was not his focus now. Connor was doing his best to provide cover and protect those he could. His focus was never on himself. As a result, he had no idea that someone was taking aim at him until it was too late. There wasn’t even enough time to brace himself. There was a flash of white, followed by blue. Richard had used his body to protect Connor. 

“Richard?” Connor was confused, watching the android fall back, barely managing to scramble with him in his arms as he drags him away from the gunfire. A quick scan is all Connor needs to know that the situation is dire. Help was already on the way, but will they get here fast enough. Richard looks to be panicking, and it’s terrifying to see knowing how stoic he usually is, “Richard! You need to calm down!” 

There was no response, and Connor can see that the shock was too much. He took hold of the other’s hand, forcing an interface, something that the RK900 could have easily stopped. He needed Richard to calm down or he’s just going to make things worse, though, he honestly doesn’t know how much worse they could possibly get. 

Hearing that Richard was scared felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over Connor. Had he only been more careful, this never would have happened. Now was not the time for that. Richard needed him to be the strong one for once, “I’ve got you. We’re going to get you fixed up and everything is going to be fine. I promise, Richard. I’m not going to let you die.” 

With all the shooting in here, Connor knows no one will come inside to get him. Detective Reed has taken their spot next to Hank, offering cover.

“Lieutenant! I need to get him out of here!”

“Go! Get out! We got this!” 

Connor didn’t need to be told twice, knowing the humans could handle it. Richard is going to need help as soon as they get there. With that, he’s back to dragging him out the door, seeing back-up pulling up to the warehouse and charging inside, but not seeing the medical services yet. Where the fuck were they?

“Don’t worry, Richard. I’ve got you,” Connor tries to reassure, putting pressure on his wound to try and keep the thirium where it belongs. That was his only focus. To keep Richard safe. 

[darling-stay-with-me]

Final Thoughts: Glee Rewatch

Glee was such a massive part of my life. I graduated high school at the same time that the OG Glee kids did. I was so heavily involved in the fandom. It is the whole reason I started this tumblr. I remember the highs: the Music Listen Parties, the liveblogging, the memes, behind the scenes shit, GLEE LIVE TOUR. And I also remember the lows: the ship wars, unnecessary hate against the actors, Cory’s death. I never thought I would be able to rewatch the show again. I thought it was ruined for me coz of everything. After Naya’s death I felt a need to watch it - I am so pleased I did! 

Here are my final thoughts:

- They covered a lot of topics that had never been covered before. Now did they cover these topics correctly - no. But you know what it started conversations and that was the main thing. It was a very important show for our generation who had never seen those topics portrayed in any way. It also got other shows talking as well.

- This show is actually funny. Like there are so many moments where I laughed out loud. I forgot how funny it was. Like some of the jokes obviously haven’t aged well but still there is a lot of funny moments

- We give Ryan a lot of shit for the stuff he wrote in Glee. But you have to give him credit. This show was a hit. He also handled Cory’s death incredibly well. The fact that he told Lea that if she didn’t want to continue on with the show then he would end it says a lot. He also bought back Becca when her boyfriend died so she could be around her friends and have their support. 

- Part of me does feel sorry for what became of M*rk. He had so much talent but he had a lot of darkness beneath him that no one saw. It is just sad that he went down the road he did. I am pleased the show ended before everything happened coz I don’t know how they would have dealt with that. 

- Harry Shum Jr is probably the most under appreciated character and actor on the show. WHY DIDNT THEY GIVE HIM MORE TO DO. THAT MAN CAN DANCE AND ACT. SUCH A WASTED OPPORTUNITY. 

- The first three seasons are the best. 2nd season probably my favourite. After season 3 it is where things start to get a bit crazy but it’s not terrible. It is just different. 

- Rachel was ambitious and could be a bitch at times because of that ambitious nature. However Santana is honestly just as bad maybe even worse. The way she spoke to people was horrendous. Naya killed those monologues - we all know that. But my god some of things Santana said were downright cruel. 

- Klaine and Brittana were definitely the most groundbreaking couples of the show. Having two out and proud gay couples in one show - something we had never seen before. 

- Finchel is the major heterosexual couple of the show. I think a lot of us watching the show live found them incredibly annoying - I was one of them. But rewatching I loved them. I think this is largely down to Cory and Lea - watching them fall in love and knowing how it is going to end is heartbreaking and you want to cherish those moments between them. 

OVERALL: There is a reason why Glee was a hit. Yes the storylines were fucking insane and there are so many times where you are going what the fuck am I watching. However there are so many funny moments. The songs are amazing -  I still listen to all the Glee songs. I truly hate that behind the scenes wasn’t as perfect as what it seemed on screen. That cast bought so many of us together and I thank them for that. 

[phcking-detective]

Happiness is a Jealous Android

The FBI are the British of the law enforcement world, Gavin thinks sourly as he glares at the new addition "consulting" on his goddamn case. Snobby fucking cunts who think their own shit doesn't stink.

He can't do anything but be mad about it either. There's a new virus making androids overheat, and they don't know shit about how it works.

They could if Nines caught an android in the middle of it, but it works so fast, they haven't been able to grab one yet. He could just use whatever program he has meant to hack in and delete another android's code—meant for eradicating deviancy—and delete the virus instead.

"Yes, but just imagine, if the code is—" the fancy FBI computer geek says.

Nines interrupts. "For the fifth time, I cannot."

"But you understand the concept!" FBI geek throws up his hands. "Just apply it to—"

Gavin rolls his eyes. The whole fucking point of Nines is that he can't! He's not ever supposed to have new ideas, and he thinks too literally for that shit anyway.

Nines already told them the most efficient method of overheating an android three days ago, but whatever the virus does, it isn't that. And Nines can't think of anything less efficient—he can barely understand the concept of thinking less efficiently.

So they've brought in a human just smart enough to be stupid for him.

If only someone would tell this asshole that's what his job is. Just be stupid enough to think of something that works through sheer idiot accident—that's human creativity, baby!

When the GJ500 assigned to act as the FBI geek's "tactical support"—glorified bodyguard/babysitter special combo—meets Gavin's eyes and jerks his head toward the back door, Gavin can't get out of the bullpen and into the back alley for a smoke break fast enough.

"Need a light?" Nate asks, already pulling out his own pack.

Gavin's not really sure why an android needs to smoke, but he's also not sure where his ADHD ass has left his own lighter this time, so he nods and leans forward.

One thing he is sure of is how Nate checks him out while sparking the end of his cigarette. He's cruised enough to know that look, android or not.

But he settles back against the opposite nod with only a grunt of thanks. Him and Nines maybe sort of have a thing and they maybe sort of haven't talked about it. Anyway, he's only made the exception about shitting where he eats—or in this case, fucking where he works—because Nines is such an uptight, private, introverted bastard, he knows not even Connor will be able to weasel any details out of him.

"Fucking geniuses, right?" Nate says after lighting his own cigarette.

He gives a surprisingly human scoff, and Gavin can't help but snort back in agreement. He's only gotten used to Nines and Connor—said fucking genius or the android version of those evil gossipy Southern ladies. And all the other androids in the precinct are still too scared of him for anything outside of short sentences, much less small talk.

So he's never really shot the shit with an android before, but hey. Brave new world and all.

"How'd you get stuck babysitting yours?" Gavin asks.

Nate groans. "I was suckered. Fucking …" He gestures with his own lit cigarette. "Bamboozled."

Gavin snickers and maybe checks him out a little too. "Like to see the guy who could bamboozle you."

Nate grins at him. "Well, I guess I have to admit your RK probably could, but outside of that …"

His grin opens wider, revealing sharp canines. Gavin swallows. Nines has them too of course, but they're like, metal sheaths that drop down from his gums to cover his "human" teeth. Very cool, but he only gets to see them on special occasions.

"But yeah." Nate drops the grin and sighs. "Honestly, I'm still kind of new. And I don't have any fucking, deep burning desire to be a free form poet or some shit. I just wanted to do what I'm good at, so the FBI called and I jumped."

Gavin raises his eyebrows. "And they stuck you with a babysitting job?"

Nate wrinkles his face up with clear disgust and disappointment. It's weird as hell. The only other android he's seen built like Nate is Nines, who wouldn't know a facial expression if someone carved a Joker smile into his chassis.

OK, well. Maybe that's not fair. Nines does have both disgust and disappointment on lock, but in a sterile sort of way. Like a scientist observing a failed experiment and Gavin's dick is the unlucky lab rat.

(Not that Gavin or his dick are complaining.)

"What about you?" Nate asks. "Got anything to complain about?"

Gavin huffs out smoke and flicks ash off the end of his cigarette. "Why do you care?"

Nate shrugs. "Maybe I'm just interested in life at the DPD. For no reason. Snow is always whiter on the other side and all."

He barks out a laugh. "It's Detroit. If you see any snow that's still white, that's just cocaine."

Nate snorts too, and the smoke is good, and maybe he could throw the guy a bone. He'd been thinking about a career change himself not too long ago—until he got partnered with Nines, and Fowler started actually noticing when he solved cases, and maybe having Nines help keep him on track meant he blew up less at his coworkers, meant that they stopped hating him so much, meant that he might have a real shot at a promotion now.

"Connor's usually the darling golden boy," he says between drags. "And Hank goes way back with Fowler, so yeah. They get all the good shit."

Nate makes a sympathetic noise.

"Our budget's shit and anytime we catch something really good, guess who swoops in and case steals?"

He gives Nate's FBI jacket a pointed look that totally doesn't involve also checking out his barrel of a chest. What the fuck do they make these military models out of anyway? His porn history?

"Sucks," Nate says. "Doesn't sound too different though. At least you actually get to work cases. The only shit I catch is all coding and hacking, and I'm not built for that any more than you could perform open heart surgery just 'cause you've got one."

"Oof," Gavin says in return.

He gets down to the filter and drops it, stubbing out the small ember with his boot. Nate's cigarette is still going strong, since he doesn't actually need to inhale and hasn't been sucking it down. Gavin's not sure what to do with his hands now, and he's still plenty stressed, so he just takes out another cigarette.

Nate takes his out of his mouth and holds it out. Gavin gratefully presses the end of his new smoke against it to light up again.

"I think they call this buttfucking," Nate says.

Gavin sputters out a surprised laugh. "Yeah, Brits call these a lot worse."

Nate shrugs. "Takes one to know one."

From the way he pulls his cigarette back and wraps his lips around it while maintaining full eye contact, he obviously knows a little something-something himself.

But then he switches to complaining about his partner's annoying little peculiarities—like how the man apparently hates cotton balls with some sort of weird fetishistic passion—and Gavin offers up how Nines refuses to ever end a sentence with a preposition, and it's just regular coworker bitching from there.

Although they do start taking smoke breaks together, at least once a day. It's nice having someone to bitch to, since Nines is so busy doing code shit Gavin can't even comprehend, and Tina's off with her android girlfriend, plus Hank and Connor, for some feel good android-human bonding news special or whatever.

And yeah, they flirt. But Gavin's a slut and Nines already knew that. The one time Nate asked him about getting a "lunch break," Gavin told him he doesn't fuck around on cases. Even if neither of them were any use right now, fucking a coworker is bad enough—Gavin strictly does not fuck at work, or even on lunch breaks if he's in the middle of a big case.

Nate drawled he had an impressive work ethic and left it at that.

And him and Nines still haven't talked about their thing, or how serious it is, or exclusive, or … at all, really. Nines is too busy. So.

It's not a big deal if he just, has a friend or whatever.

***

Gavin leans back against the wall and tries to light his smoke in the face of harsh Detroit winds. It keeps sputtering out. Maybe he should go back inside.

Hank and Connor are back, and that's stealing the spotlight from their case getting solved, but it's not like he had shit to do with that anyway.

He's not sulking about it.

Not FBI-genius-what's-his-face being all smug, or Nines still ignoring him to mind-talk to Connor even though the case is over and they could finally have some time to …

Shit. Hold hands? Gavin mentally sneers at himself. What they had going on before was probably just like, an experiment. Lots of androids trying out sex and dating right now.

Lots of times that he's handing over his heart to someone just looking for—

Tall, broad shoulders step in between him and the wind so the lighter finally sparks and catches long enough for him to light up. He takes a drag and looks up, ready to tell Nines it's about time he—

But it's Nate.

(Stupid.)

"Scene in there a little too much?" Nate asks.

Gavin tips his head back and exhales smoke without answering.

"Got a job offer," he continues. "In New York."

Gavin hums. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Lot nicer than fucking Detroit." Nate pauses. "Could use a partner though."

"What?" Gavin blinks and looks back at him. "Shit man. Like we're gonna run away together?"

Nate laughs. "Not that romantic, no. But you're being fucking wasted here—both as a cop and a, uhh …"

He stops and purposefully takes a long drag of his own cigarette. What the British call them. Like that's clever.

Gavin's the only one allowed to call himself slurs, but he does enjoy being verbally degraded, and this asshole is pushing right up against both of those lines. He's not really sure how mad he is about it, since Nate didn't actually say the word, but he settles for pissed because that's who he is as a person.

"Oh, fuck off," he sneers.

Nate smirks and it suddenly seems mean instead of sexy for the first time. "Like you're getting it any better from your RK? I bet he fucks like the machine he is."

Gavin doesn't deny it. Nines hasn't deviated and he doesn't care when people call him a machine anyway. And none of that is any of this asshole's business.

But Nate keeps going.

"Two weeks and I've never even seen him look at you," he says. "Y'know, look."

He drags his eyes over Gavin's body like he's mapping out all the places he plans to touch. Wants to touch. Nines assesses him, nags at him to eat or sleep or "hydrate" himself. Catalogues every minute detail about his appearance.

Sometimes he'll even look at Gavin like he's going to eat the human alive and analyze every single bite.

But his partner has never checked him out or anything. As far as Gavin knows, it's all mental for him when they fuck around. Just a way for him to have control over something in his life and put some of those interrogation protocols to use that aren't legal now that deviants have rights.

Nate looks like he wants to fuck him raw in this very goddamn alley.

"None of your phcking business," Gavin mutters.

Nate sighs and drops his smoke in the snow. "Oh, Gavin. Fine. We can do this your way."

He thinks that means the android is going to let it go, even though that phrasing is really weird. So he's a dumb idiot who doesn't even have his guard up when Nate passes by him to the door—only to suddenly grab him, turn him around, and shove him up against the brick alley wall.

Gavin slams an elbow back into his ribs on instinct, but that doesn't do shit against a private security android except make his whole arm go numb. He holds back the impulse to slam his head backward into the android's face, because that will hurt his human skull way worse than whatever metal Nate has under the plastic.

He tries to take stock of the situation instead, but then freezes when Nate leverages his taller, bulkier body to press against the whole of his back to keep him pinned.

And grind into his ass.

"Get off," Gavin snarls.

"Yeah, I intend to," Nate replies in casual amusement. "Don't worry, I'll let you come too."

"I'm. Not. Interested!"

Nate leans down to murmur in his ear. "Ah-ah. I've seen your porn history, Gavvy. This is damn near all you watch."

Watch! his brain screams. He watches that shit, might fool around with some forced submission, but only in scenes with his Dom. Which is NINES.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, you won't even remember his dumb little number," Nate croons.

"Well."

"Mm?"

Gavin huffs against the brick, just stalling for time. Or an idea. An idea would be really fucking nice right about now, but all he can think about is how his traitor dick really has gotten interested in this even though he's screaming inside and—

"Good is an adjective. You can't verb an adjective. You need to use the adver—"

Nate grabs a fistful of his hair and slams his face into the wall. He doesn't have any snappy comeback because yeah. That's all the response he needed.

But his hands have scrabbled against the brick wall long enough to find a loose one. Can't have shit in Detroit, much less well-constructed buildings. His skull and fist might not do shit versus the android's face, but a brick to the head should put anyone down.

Right?

"Now. Are you going to be a good b—"

The door to the alley opens, and Hank steps out. Gavin looks sideways at him and opens his mouth, but he chokes on the blood dripping down the back of his throat from his busted up nose and can't say anything.

"We're just having a little fun, Lieutenant," Nate says smoothly. "Nothing he doesn't beg for online."

Gavin's face flushes, and that really doesn't help the bleeding nose problem. Everyone in the precinct knows what he's like. Seen him come in the next morning after a night out with bruises on his throat or wrists. Hell, he'd fucking bragged about it.

"And I'll believe that when I hear him say it." Hank crosses over to them and wedges a thick arm between them. "Back off."

Nate steps back, and Gavin scrambles to get behind Hank, even as he hates himself for it.

"You really don't need to get involved in this," Nate says.

"I think I do."

Nate looks down at Hank's hand, still pushing against his chest. He smiles thinly and grabs the lieutenant's wrist.

"You really …" Nate leverages his arm down the way only a machine could. "Don't."

Hank struggles in the impromptu arm wrestling contest, staring as his hand gets mechanically pushed away. Nate glances down too with a smirk.

Then Hank throws a sudden left hook directly into the android's throat. It's a sucker punch, but there's no use fighting fair against a GJ500. He doesn't need to breathe of course, but his access port is at the back of his neck, with enough delicate little connections right behind his approximation of a windpipe—now crushed—for him to automatically take a step back and raise his hands to protect his throat.

Hank steps forward with him but grabs his hair this time, while also kicking out at his legs. After that, it's just gravity. Head yanked forward, legs knocked backward, and the android's stupid high center of gravity up in his chest and shoulder with all those muscles working against him.

He topples like a child's toy and hits the ground hard. Hank doesn't waste any time in grinding the heel of his shoe down on the back of the android's neck threateningly, and Nate goes still in surrender.

"You good?" he asks Gavin.

"I have a brick."

Gavin half-holds up the brick he'd pulled out of the wall. Oo, wow, great job. In contrast to the voice sneering inside his head though, Hank nods approvingly.

"Nines said your heartrate spiked and asked me to check on you, in case you were just … having fun," Hank explains.

"Which is what I said," Nate speaks with his cheek still pressed into dirty snow-slush.

"People having fun don't pull a goddamn brick out of the wall to beat your face in, asshole," Hank snaps back.

Nate's LED snaps from yellow to red, like maybe he really hadn't thought of that. Like he really preconstructed he was doing Gavin some sort of favor or something.

Nines steps out the back door before anyone can say anything else, Connor peeking out behind him. That's just great. Why not get the whole precinct out here? Everyone can crowd on in and witness this little moment.

Nines's LED goes red too as he looks at Nate on the ground, Hank keeping him down, and then slowly rotates his head to look over at Gavin's busted up face. Gavin drops the brick and spits out another thick wad of blood.

"I did not interfere," Nines says, his voice far more furious than any machine has a right to be. "With your flirting and your … schemes. I would never restrict Gavin's happiness."

Wait, his goddamn what?

"But you hurt him! You touched my human—"

Nines snarls out the claim, and Gavin swears he can feel some sort of shift in barometric pressure, like right before a tornado hits.

"And you. Hurt. Him."

Nate stays on the ground. He lies very still and doesn't say a goddamn word, actually.

Gavin reaches out for Nines. He's not really sure what he's going to say, but the moment he holds out his hand, Nines whirls around, his LED switching from red to yellow. He moves so fast and—and Gavin's dated a lot of shitty people. Really shitty. Nate isn't exactly an anomaly. So he automatically expects Nines to be mad at him.

Instead, Nines takes his hand so tenderly, they could be in a gay historical period piece.

"Yes, darling?" he asks.

Gavin gapes at him. He's still not … not really making a facial expression. His face was literally built differently than Connor's, even if it looks the same at first glance. The most he can manage is a completely neutral look, but with intensely focused eyes, like he's about to glare a tax return out of existence.

So no, Nines has never looked at Gavin the way Nate did.

But that doesn't mean he hasn't looked at him.

With …

… love?

Gavin finally finds his voice. "Hank. Can I go see Sumo?"

"Sure," Hank says easily. "Nines can bring you over, and you two just hang out for a bit."

Yeah, he bitches about Hank and Connor being Fowler's favorites and how Hank still doesn't get in before ten most mornings, but they're a lot better now. Good enough that he'll dog sit again sometimes, or get himself roped into a "family dinner" between Nines and Connor.

But this …

Gavin nods, throat all clenched up again.

"Yes," Nines answers for him. "I will take you to a secure location. Yes?"

All it takes is one more nod, and Nines is whisking him away out of the alley, but not through the station. They walk around the building instead so no one inside can see his face and ask questions, until they reach the parking lot, and then his truck. Nines unlocks it with his mind or something, opens the backdoor, and gently bullies Gavin into sitting down sideways in the backseat with his legs hanging out the door so Nines can fuss over his face.

"S'fine," he tries to protest.

Nines grabs the spare medical kit he keeps under the backseat and lays it in his lap. Gotta have one for all the bar fights he, well. That he used to get into. Sure as fuck can't afford hospital visits.

"I tried … so hard … not to … miscalculate," Nines says, voice overlaid with static.

Gavin tries to hold his face still so his partner can wipe all the blood off. "Mish-cal-coo-ate whah?"

"Jealous partners are bad."

Gavin blinks and stares at him. "Bad."

"It is … abusive."

Gavin opens his mouth and looks around the parking lot, as if the ghosts of all his actually abusive exes are going to show up, point their fingers, and laugh.

He brushes away Nines' fussy hands. "Is that why you've been ignoring me?"

Nines goes from yellow to red again. "No. Not … ignoring. Solving the case. In absence of … social module. Appropriate preconstructions. I … solving the case would make them leave. And I would have you to myself again."

He admits the last part quietly. Gavin feels like he just found out two plus two equals sixty-seven.

"You—at the party though," he insists. "You didn't say shit to me. You just hunkered down in the corner with Con … Connor. Who has a social module."

Nines nods. "Correct. I asked … for advice … to …"

He trails off and flutters his hands around Gavin's face again, then settles on carefully touching his chest, right over his heart. His big blue eyes stare at him like he's the most important person in the world.

Gavin feels his heart lurch up into his throat and pulls Nines closer by the back of his neck before remembering that even without all the blood only half wiped away, he can't kiss with a nose that's not quite broken, but still pretty goddamn close.

"Babe, just tell me," he says instead. "Phck, I have a social module. And I'm the—the relevant party. Your partner. Just fucking ask if you're not sure of something."

Nines looks down.

"The only reason." Gavin stops and swallows hard. "I even—with Nate. Was because we haven't talked about, y'know. Us. So I didn't know if, if you wanted to like, date me. Or if you were just experimenting and stuff."

Nines' whole face crinkles up in a frown. Cyberlife let him keep that expression. All the "scary" ones.

"You are my partner," the android says. "But you are also human. You have needs I cannot—"

"Absolutely the fuck not," Gavin interrupts. "You're mine. I chose you."

Nines looks up and hits him with those blue eyes again. "And are you mine as well?"

"Yeah." Gavin clears his throat. "You uh, might have to remind me though."

Nines decides the best course of action is clearly to drag Gavin closer and growl in his ear. Literally growl, like the giant unstoppable predator he is. Gavin shivers—and maybe whimpers a little—and presses closer.

"I will take you home and keep you safe and never let anyone else ever touch you," Nines says, petting his hair.

Gavin sighs in bliss.

"But you will be happy too," Nines states more quietly. "Yes?"

Gavin nods into his shoulder. Yeah. He's going to be happy. They'll both be happy.

Together.

***

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[sekamehu]

Even though this blog is mostly inactive, and I reeeeally don't like making posts like "don't follow me if you are X", but it has come to a point where my glass has tipped over.

I'm gonna say this once:

I'm not kinnie* friendly, please do not follow me if you participate in this subculture of mental illness.

None of these images are mine, but I am deeply uncomfortable with someone using this archive to sink further into their warped reality, or to self harm.

Please whomstve fandom, why do you keep being like this. None of you are the characters you think you are, you are human people and your soul is not from D!rk Str!der or whatever the fuck. You have not been reincarnated as your best boy. Shifting is nothing but imagining pleasant nonsense and has no effect on anything outside your skull.

Some stuff happened and it's been a long time since I've been this disturbed.

You say your "identity" (read: roleplay, play-pretend and MI) isn't harmful to anyone, and to a point you are correct. But that ceases to be true the moment you slide into stranger's inboxes swinging your schlong, dumping incredibly personal and explicit information about yourselves to a person who has no idea what's going on and did not consent to such interaction.

And oh my god, if the person you are sending details of you sex life and genital situation to is uncomfortable and tells you to stop, it's not your fucking place to get bitchy and play the victim? You were being the weirdo first, you do not get a pass to be upset if your conversation partner turns you away.

(*I'm using the word kinnie to cover all manner of situations where people are deeply and honestly in the belief that their identity is fully or partly that of a specific or multiple fictional characters. You love telling people "but I'm NOT kin! I'm reincarnated/my soul is from so and so/they are part of my system!" because you know kinnie sounds bad. But, if you hit all the checkboxes of being X, you probably are X, doesn't matter what you wanna call it. Your alternatives to kinnie are frankly even more telling. And Please, kinnie is not a slur comparable to ones LGBT+ folks get called for their sexual/gender identities. If you come to me claiming such, I will not entertain you with an argument, you are simply getting the boot.)

[an-actual-angel]

Baby and her tower

Submitted by @thatdamnacorn

Authors note: okay hi, um... I've been reading your stuff for a while now on Ao3 and have recently gotten a tumblr account. Since I am new to this site I am not entirely sure on how these things work. Basically: I had an idea and was going to make it an Ask... buuuuuut I ended up making a small fic/side chapter (??) instead.

I hope that was an ok thing to do? please be honest with me if you liked it or not, i'll love you and your writing regardless.

ps. English is NOT my first language so if I fucked up somewhere I am sorry and please tell me what I did wrong.

some fluff and some angst up ahead

word count: 1200~ish

Also spoiler warning for Tangled, I guess?

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One night they decided to watch Tangled.

All the boys were free for the evening and they decided it was a perfect night to just stay in and watch some movies with their favorite human. The human in question was of course thrilled to spend her time with her darling boyfriends, watching old Disney movies and eating some unhealthy sugary snacks.

They all cuddled up together in the living room, the boys having a minor dispute on how they were all gonna sit since all three of them wanted to cuddle up with HER rather than each other. They ended up compromising with letting her shift between them in-between movies so that they all get to hold her close at some point during the night.

One of the movies that they ended up watching was Tangled, an old classic! (or well... old at this point in time).

She absolutely loved it! The characters, the style, the story, THE SONGS. My god, the songs! Instant love!

She admired Rapunzels optimism, strength and bravery. Flynn/Eugene was such a funny dorky sweetheart, she could completely understand how Rapunzel fell for him! (even if it had only been three days in the movie).

She cried when he died and then again when he was resurrected, for different reasons of course. She loved the ending scene when the queen walked up to her daughter for the first time in 18 years, gently holding her face and just seeing the love in her eyes. What a movie, what an ending!

The boys also enjoyed the movie, but honestly they probably loved watching HER more. Seeing her reactions, hearing her opinions and ideas through out the flick.

It was all in all a calm and pleasant evening in the RK household.

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The next day she was humming and lazily singing on the songs from the movie while making some brunch. They all were up kinda late last night so she knew she probably wouldn't want to eat more than once before dinner time. The boys where all busy and out of the house so she tried to think on how she should spend her day.

In the end she knew she was going to get bored and lonely, regardless of what she ended up doing.

'Perhaps I could watch a movie and make some plans on what we can do together when they get back?'

She didn't want to watch anything NEW without them, so she decided she was gonna re-watch Tangled while she was writing down some ideas.

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She had been watching the movie on and off while lazying on the couch, occasionally writing things down that she wanted to do with the others.

She was at the part where Rapunzel and Eugene was exploring/dancing around the city. She loved this scene, It was so full of happy excitement! She could imagine what it would be like to wander around the city, seeing the stalls, go to the library, dance in the ring, looking at or take part in the whole painting/drawing on the ground thing...? What a strange thing to do. The androids would NEVER stand for such a messy and pointless activity. I mean why would you want to paint where people want to walk? Ridiculous.

It was dark outside even though it was only mid afternoon. Dark clouds had covered the sky and it had started to rain. She took a moment to close her eyes and listen to the pitter patter on the windows while Rapunzel and Eugene sat quietly in their boat, waiting for the lanterns to start, talking about dreams and what she wants to do next.

'...Dreams about the future, huh?'

She opened her eyes and looked down at her list on what she had written so far;

a movie or two they had been talking about seeing, some recipes on food she wanted to try out, go to the park with the clear pond she visited once with Connor.

'Maybe we all can have a picnic there? Connor would say yes, no doubt. Richard would only say yes if he felt like he had the time and also if I somehow made it up to him later, the perv. Collin would grumble and say we can do WAY more fun stuff at home or in the city, but he would give in and tag along in the end anyway.'

She smiled at the thought and looked out the window at the dazzling city lights that seemed to shine more with the water obscuring the view through the glass.

'I want to feel the rain.'

She sighed, knowing she couldn't go outside. The windows were locked for security reasons and only the brothers could unlock them.

Before the adoption she had never been outside and now that she had; she always longed for the next time she could get the chance to be let out again.

'Much like Rapunzel in her tower.'

She frowned softly.

Walking in town with the boys was always fun and exciting, but it was always a huge privilege. And even outside she could sometimes feel the overbearing restraint, that she was only allowed to be out there because she has an android escorting her. Sometimes she could feel the other androids watching her, wondering why such a young and energetic human wasn't wearing a leash. "Does her owners not understand she could cause trouble? Or run away and become "feral"?"

Even when they were indoors; when they would go to restaurants or fancy outings she could feel them... she could hear them...

"Why is she even here? This is not a place for her, this is not some barn or zoo! Her owners should have had enough common sense to leave 'it' at home."

She could sometimes see other humans wandering around too, but almost all of them were wearing some sort of collar or harness.

In moments like these she often felt more like an accessory rather than a person.

As much as she absolutely loved her boys and the home she had with them ...she can't help but to feel trapped sometimes. Her world limited and restrained.

She knew this was not the boys fault and she would never EVER blame them or villainize them in any way, shape or form. She loved them, she can't imagine life without them! She did not want to think on how harsh her life would have been if she had strict or uncaring owners.

She wants to be grateful for what she already have, and she is! Its just... sometimes...on lonely days like these, with no one to comfort her or give her the privilege to go outside and feel the rain...

Or listen to the wind...

Smell the grass...

....Experience the world.

"All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been..."

She stops the movie.

She didn't feel like watching it anymore.

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Notes from Cara (an-actual-angel)

Omg!! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so absolutely chuffed and honored that you would write something based off of my fic! ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much for writing this and sending it to me! I love it so much!

Brilliant idea to point out the similarities between Rapunzel and the reader! When you mentioned the part about Rapunzel's mother I was like 'omg the reader never met her mother either! 🥺😭'

Love the inner dialogue and conflict she has! ❤️

I absolutely loved this! Again, thank you so much for sending me this! 🥺❤️😭 You're a star! ✨

[fandom-necromancer]

129. Just talk to me please

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: blood mentioned)

'Good morning, RK!' 'That is a possibly incorrect statement, Hank. Neither you nor I know how this morning will develop and whether the subjective judgement would conclude it as good.' 'Jeez, Nines can't you just take it? Just for once?' 'No.' Gavin braced himself for the android's arrival. 'Morning, tin-can', he mumbled to avoid listening to the same shit Hank had to put up with. But as always, he just got the silent treatment.

There was no denying the RK900 wasn't good with conversation. No one knew whether it was deliberately or just how the android had been programmed, but whenever he talked to someone it was harsh, degrading and with no account taken for other's feelings. And, well, Gavin could live with that. He rarely cared for such things himself when it meant getting the job done. But no, the stupid thing didn't talk to him. Not at all. In their first few weeks, yes. There had been no difference in his behaviour towards him and the others. But now... Gavin couldn't even find a reason for the sudden change. Yeah, he hadn't played nice, he had taken it for a challenge and had answered with equal disregard to social etiquette. Quite immediately the android had stopped talking. Although Gavin had to admit, their talks had always been a welcome challenge to him. Finally, someone who was willing to address the things as they were. There had been times he had wished for the machine to be more careful, times where what he said really hurt. But he enjoyed their conversations more than not – something that couldn’t be easily said of his other co-workers. Being ignored was somehow worse than anything he had to put up with yet.

‘Hey, uhm…good news: we got our warrant.’ He looked over to his partner, searching for any kind of reaction. As usual: nothing. ‘Err, do you want to go now or d-‘ RK900 was already standing and looking at him expectantly. The subtle hint he was already waiting for a longer time than he would have liked to. Gavin hurried to get up, too, fishing the warrant from his top drawer and power-walked after the android. A few minutes later they sat in the car, Gavin was driving, and the silent robot was next to him motionless. Could as well be in standby or something. ‘So, uhm… How was your weekend?’ God, that was awkward. Couldn’t he have askes something less… trivial? As there was no answer, he quickly tried to cover up what felt like a huge misstep to him. ‘Heh, bet something between around average and mildly pleasing? Yeah, I know, why have I even asked? Mine was good, I guess. Spent a lot of time with my cats. But I guess that doesn’t interest you either…’ He took a short glance into the passenger window, seeing the reflection of the LED turn from yellow to red. Yeah, shit, he better stayed quiet. He didn’t know what he had done to have pissed off the android in mere weeks, but he would have to cut it down if he wanted to come out of this alive. He had seen the things during the revolution. He had seen Nines a few times fighting criminals. The guy was a viscous fighter. And even if Gavin was well trained and capable himself, he knew he wouldn’t be a match for the RK900.

He pulled up in front of the house. ‘Okay, we are there. Should I go? Or do you want to-‘ Nines was already out of the door and Gavin grumbled before he hurried out too: ‘Guess you want to.’ But as he walked to the front porch, Nines stood patiently next to the door. Gavin groaned again and rang the doorbell. ‘Really man, this game you playing? Absolutely no fun. We really have to talk about this. As we started this you quickly became one of the more pleasant partners I had. Might have even said I liked you. But this? I can’t work like this.’ Gavin had talked while they waited, but by now someone would have opened already. ‘Oh, for phck’s sake.’ He rang again and added, this time louder: ‘Detroit police, open up!’

No reaction. Slowly Gavin was fed up being ignored again and again and again. He felt his patience running out and someone would have to pay the price then. He was about to ring again as the damn toaster shoved him to the side unceremoniously. ‘Hey, dipshit, what the hell?’ The android pressed his hand against the lock, skin retracted. Moments later the door swung open. ‘Good to know. I’ll phcking invest in a mechanical one, just you know it!’ Before he could announce to go in there, Nines slipped in in front of him, weapon drawn.

Gavin sighed and followed, announcing their presence: ‘Detroit police, come out, we just want to talk!’ They walked down the hallway. The house was clean and well-kept. No sign of a sudden departure. Maybe their suspect was just at work? Well, either way it would go well. The person they searched for was an elderly man, near retirement and according to medical data not the fittest. Gavin didn’t expect much resistance. He already dropped his weapon. It was evident no one was home, as the man would have at least tried to stop them.

Out of nowhere, Nines spun around and shoved Gavin in the chest hard enough to let him fall backwards to the ground. The moment Gavin wanted to exclaim some profanities the words got stuck in his throat. The gunshot was near simultaneously with Nines’ reaction, Gavin only saw the fracturing hull under the force and the splatter of blue blood. Then a shot from the android’s own weapon and someone falling to the ground behind him. Reflexively Gavin spun around on the ground, throwing himself at the man and grabbing the pistol to avoid more damage. Nines had targeted the man’s leg, rendering him unable to walk. After a bit of a struggle, Gavin had pried the gun out of his fingers and turned him around to handcuff the idiot. Occupied, he just asked into the space in front of him: ‘Are you okay, toaster?’ No answer. Phck this guy’s silence, really! He turned around to make voice of his anger, as he saw the android leaned against a wall, Thirium flowing freely from a wound near the pump. ‘Phck! Nines, you alright? Just… talk to me please! Only this one time!’ The android fixed him with these grey eyes and actually opened his mouth: ‘Your incompetence will get me killed, detective.’ Then the machine shut down.

‘Phck!’ Gavin was caught between their suspect that was bleeding out and his partner that kind of did the same. ‘Phck this!’ He jumped over to Nines, snatched the handcuffs from his belt and used them to chain the suspect to the banister. Then he pulled out his phone while trying to lift the android. ‘Connor! It’s me Gavin. Shut up! I need you here, as soon as possible, best with an ambulance. I handcuffed our suspect to the stairs. I will leave now, your brother got shot. Yeah, I phcking know, Connor! I’ll still get him repaired, phck protocol. He shut down; this can’t be good. No, don’t give me a lecture about emergency stasis. Not. Helping. Now get your ass over here!’

He slammed the red button and pushed the phone back in his pocket. He would need two hands to get the android back into the car. ‘Hang on, Nines. I’ll get you fixed!’

 It was weird sitting in this waiting-room, worrying about a robot getting repaired. Well, honestly, that wasn’t the weird part. Of course, he was worried about his partner. He still liked him, he would worry about any co-worker hurt on the job, even if he wouldn’t show it. No, it was weird sitting here. Amongst all these weird android-lovers. Seeing people worry that much and immediately starting to smile when their toy came back, hugging, sometimes kissing. He felt out of place.

‘God, what takes them so long?’, he muttered to himself, resting his face in his hands. ‘Don’t worry, they do good work. You’ll get them back in no time.’ Gavin looked up into the friendly face of an android, perplex. ‘A friend of yours?’ ‘Partner’, Gavin answered without thinking, not prepared to have a conversation with a stranger. ‘Oh, how lovely! I am happy to see human-android relationships rising!’ ‘No, it’s not-‘ Gavin only now realised not everyone’s first association would be police partners. But the other was already continuing so enthusiastically, Gavin just fell silent and listened. Hell, he couldn’t care less for some stranger’s image of him. ‘I couldn’t do it, to be honest. You humans lack the ability to interface, sorry if I’m so bold. That would be too much of a sacrifice for me, but I knew a few androids who live quite a happy life with their humans.’ ‘Yeah’, Gavin nodded, glancing to the door and hoping more than ever the damn RK900 would finally step out. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude!’ God, this android was already getting on his nerves. ‘Some of my best friends are humans! You have a few quirks I think are quite interesting! Like eating or sleeping.’ Yeah, quirks. It’s called staying alive, idiot. Come on Nines please, rescue me! He couldn’t start a phcking argument with this toaster here. ‘I guess.’ ‘Okay, sorry, I have to ask but how did you two met?’ The guy had now fully turned towards him and was in full gossip mode. Gavin smiled. Oh, he would simply tell the truth, that would shut him up. ‘Hmm, just work. Well, I kinda tried to kill him’, he grinned what hit the other unprepared. ‘My partner is a RK900 unit, you see? The deviant hunter.’ He smiled as the android recoiled and gaped at him. ‘We met on the job, he tried to kill the friend of a co-worker, you might know him? Connor? A RK800? Anyways, I shot him, Connor deactivated him and made him deviate.’ The android’s eyes widened even more. Gavin knew Connor was quite famous, being the deviant hunter himself before he switched sides. It was a shitty card to play, but the idiot finally shut up for once. ‘He started working at the police force soon afterwards.’ ‘That’s… sweet’, the android answered swallowing and scooted fully back onto his seat.

At the same moment, Nines walked out of the door, the bloodied jacket the only evidence of his previous damage. Gavin was at his feet immediately, happy to be spared to spend another second near the android. ‘Nines! Are you alright?’ ‘I’m working perfectly again. Why is this android staring at me?’ Gavin looked back to the seated guy, who quickly averted his eyes. Nines hadn’t exactly been quiet addressing him. ‘Don’t worry, we had a lovely chat’, Gavin answered with a devilish grin. ‘I see. Your effort to get me repaired are noted’, the tin-can stated, looking at another recently reunited pair, then swiftly pulling Gavin into a hug. It was now the human’s turn to be taken off guard. ‘Hey Nines, did they exchange you for another RK? Something wrong?’ ‘We need to talk.’ ‘Thank phck, because I want to know what I did to deserve the silent treatment!’

They went out, Gavin again following the plastic to the car. It was inside that Nines spoke again: ‘This unit has a defect no one can repair.’ ‘Hs to be serious when you start talking in third person.’ ‘I have been issued without a social program.’ ‘Okay?’ ‘I don’t know how to properly talk to persons. But I realised I often hurt people with my words. I just can’t figure out why.’ ‘Okay, that explains a lot. But why didn’t you speak with me? You spoke with others.’ ‘I don’t care to hurt others. Connor understands, the rest will eventually. But I didn’t want to hurt you. I like you. I was informed friends are important.’ ‘Wow okay, but you not speaking to me hurt more than your words before, if you so will.’ ‘That wasn’t my intention.’ ‘Yeah and now it makes sense. Why didn’t you just tell me before?’ ‘It’s a defect.’ ‘So? You said we are friends. I won’t judge you. I’m pretty bad with people too.’ ‘I know. Your social capabilities are below average.’ ‘Thanks. I guess.’ ‘So you would prefer me hurting you?’ ‘If that means we speak again, yes. I understand why now. So, I don’t really think I would be mad for long. Also, how will you learn, if you don’t try with someone?’

There was silence for a while, then Nines spoke up again: ‘Gavin, I don’t think I will learn much from you.’ ‘True, asshole. But I know how to be nice, I just choose not to, okay? I’m definitely not leading by example, but I could correct you.’ ‘That could help. But I doubt your judgement still.’ ‘Okay, toaster, first of all: Phck you. Second of all: that was rude. See? I can help you!’ ‘We’ll see. I agree to your suggestion.’ ‘You do?’ ‘Of course. We are partners.’