#rt writing

[alfryco]

There's Beasts and Then There's Prey

summary: Dave's about to find out that if you fuck with one of the Dogs then you fuck with the whole pack. word count: 2,569

Finding a bar in this city is like trying to get a ticket while driving on the Los Santos Freeway. Easy.

The tricky part is finding a bar that has more than one good light bulb in the whole joint and that doesn't smell too much like stale beer and piss.

Though they all call Los Santos their home, and have done so for numerous years, Michael's the most familiar with the city and its many creature comforts. He was the one to originally find their headquarters in an abandoned dog shelter and he was the one to find this bar a few months ago. It was one of the bars that had more of a relaxed air to it, more fitting for shooting the shit than the energized air of a club or the darker, uneasy atmosphere of one of the seedier bars they frequented to discuss business.

For about an hour the four of them trade talk over a few drinks before taking their conversation to the nearby vacant pool table.

A few rounds in and a guy that Joe can't remember the name of; Dave? Dan? Donny maybe? joins them. He states that he’s a decent player and he doesn’t have many people to call friends in the city at the moment. Dan seems chill enough, he’s not triggering any alarm bells in their heads, looks to be just some middle-aged dude out on the town for the night.

The pack has no problem playing nice with others, as long as they don’t start any shit with them.

They joke about the word ‘pack’, tossing it around flippantly and saying it's just used to follow their gimmick, but even though Joe has only been in with the Mad Dogs crew for a year now he really does feel like that’s what this group is. A pack. In all of his criminal history he's never had anyone he's trusted to have his back more than the three men surrounding the pool table.

Michael, their muscle and lead (read only) demolitions expert, tosses back the last of his beer before lining up his cue.

“This is the one boys, can feel it in my bones,” Michael says, all confidence in the stance he takes on.

He sends the cue ball rolling and breaks apart the rack of striped and solid colored balls, the clack of them hitting each other filling the air of their tucked away corner. The pool balls scatter across the green felt of the pool table, dispersed by the momentum of the cue ball. Although Michael sends them all rolling, not a single one makes it into one of the pockets bordering the table.

“Fuck,” Michael mutters under his breath.

“Not bad, not bad, but let me show you how it's really done,” Trevor says cheekily. The frontman and leader of their crew drapes his body over the pool table before smoothly lining up with his stick in a fluid motion. He takes a few seconds to relax before sending the cue ball in a way that gets two stripes to roll into the corner of the table, dropping into the pocket below one after the other. He ends up knocking two more balls into their pockets before he finally misses a shot, ending his turn.

“Show off,” Michael comments with a grin. Trevor just shrugs his shoulders with a smirk on his face that gets a chuckle out of Alfredo.

Alfredo has chosen to opt out of the game this time, which Joe counts as a win in itself seeing as their marksman is entirely too steady when it comes to his hands and his aim. Don’t get him wrong, Joe’s grateful for it when it comes to keeping people off their backs in a deal or keeping a steady eye on them from above, but he absolutely rinsed the rest of them in the last round they played. Joe's $100 bill is currently sitting comfy in the pocket of Fredo's jeans and he doubts he'll be getting that back. Should’ve known better, he should've thrown in a $20 instead.

Donny laughs easily at Trevor's coy gesture. “Good one, man.”

“So, you from around here Dave?” Michael asks as the other man lines up his shot.

Dave. So that's his name.

A solid blue ball rolls and banks off of the left side of the table before sinking into a corner pocket.

“Actually I’m from out of state. Just moved down here with the wife a couple weeks ago,” Dave replies.

“Oh yeah? What - you just saw all the shit that happens here on the news and decided to move here?” Michael asks jokingly.

Dave laughs in response and goes on to explain how they ended up moving here because of a transfer in his wife’s location for her job.

“I mean, it’s good that she got a promotion and all, we need the money, but I feel like she’s holding it over my head now. I’m the one who has to pick up the kids and cook dinner and all the shit she should be doing. And- and- she makes more money than me now. What the hell is up with that?”

Joe cuts his eyes towards Dave, noticing the eyebrows that Michael raises behind him as the man leans over the table to make his next shot.

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[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[staranon95]

im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)

Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties

it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish

it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs

it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost

it just sucks that this is how it ends.

[rumblecrow]

( please click on the art for better quality, tumblr is being mean to me )

People might think he is the one who control times itself, kind when needed, but sometimes people dream of being killed by him in a timelines that never happenned because 'he cant help himself.'

Other mouths speaks of him being one with the space, up there in the cold dark sky. When meteors falls down and you hear the guitar string of a country music, its been known it was his doing.

Thought recently, he has been known to break both the times and the milky way arrangements in the casino because he fucked up his flush five set up.

Balatro!RT or the gamblers deity or i love making up stories from silly man gameplay.

Down here Outfit without BG because i realized it maybe too much colour :

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

I feel like more people should be talking about RTGame’s Minecraft series. Like, seriously. Amongst all the hustle and bustle of Hermitcraft and the angst of the QSMP and whatever else is going on, it’s really refreshing to just watch a man play Minecraft. No story, no lore, no end goal, just rediscovering a game he walked away from years ago.

It feels like watching your baby cousin play Minecraft for the first time, waiting for what Skizzleman calls The Click- the moment when you realize just how much potential this game has. We’ve all had that Click, but you’re excited to see what makes said metaphorical cousin really understand what Minecraft can do. It’s that experience, just with a 29 year old man who is so full of wonder and determination.

Also, it’s just really fucking funny? Like as much as it is a heartfelt and refreshing perspective on Minecraft, it’s also a series he’s running on Twitch, so he’s gotta crack jokes. And RT is very very very funny. Man has a level of audacity that just makes you laugh in shock. He laughs at danger. He works off of spite. His chat goes along with it, builds off his antics. He jokes about Minecraft Diamonds and refuses to be normal about it it’s great.

Anyways: watch RT’s Minecraft series, and while you’re at it, watch RTGame bc Yeah :3

[cupidsdolll]

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

[forlorn-crows]

Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

[thousandyearphantombunker]

“The titan said Belos is evil tho! Are you stupid the show said he was evil!”“Masha said lil’ bro just got jelly that his brother got a girlfriend! He doesn’t have depth and his ending was supposed to be unsatisfying!”“But James Ironwood losing his arm is supposed to represent him losing his humanity”“Jason Rose said that James could’ve always become evil and sided with Salem”“They literally called him genocide general!”“But in this Q&A they said the puppies survived they just lost their laser powers! And in the tie-in material, they showed everyone was fine! You just hate Starco!”“The show/tie-in material/a fucking Q&A said blah blah blah!”These arguments are shit. TOH- “God says witches are evil so it is his duty to kill them!” is a pretty horrible justification for killing someone except when the titan says it to Luz. I don’t think Luz is in the wrong for killing Belos, he was a genocidal maniac and child abuser and genuinely irredeemable- nobody who hates the ending of The Owl House complains about Belos being irredeemable, they complain about the show flopping the cult critical message, how hunter’s possession felt like needless shock value, the show not properly setting up the collector or how the coven system/conformitorium’s writing is a mess or how Eda becoming a teacher makes as much sense as Toph becoming a cop and you can go ‘but the show said-’ what the show said had unfortunate implications, was uncomfortable to abuse survivors, and I can’t forgive the ass-pullery of the trailer-bait nightmare sequence or how in the hexside crew became irrelevant! When people complain about how Belos was handled nobody complains about him not getting a redemption arc- they complain that hunter should’ve been there to see belos die or how they hate Luz’s power up. RWBY -James Ironwood’s and Penny’s character arcs and deaths felt so ableist it’s actually uncomfortable to watch, I have ASD my sister, and like half of the people I know have PTSD, I don’t know any amputees but I’ve seen plenty making noise about how shit the writing was. Good, they should be mad! The show’s message about prosthetics/amputations was toxic! Not mention for all the hopeful messages Team RWBY screams at the top of their lungs about trust they knowingly broke Ironwood’s trust for very poorly defined reasons! while I do think ruthless pragmatism is a bad thing, team RWBY offered no alternatives, he wasn’t a villain- he was facing an ethical dilemma and got fucked over. And SVTFOE- I shouldn’t have to buy tie-in materials to understand the show- tie-in material should be a bonus not a supplement or requirement, I Don’t have to buy the ATLA comics inorder to understand the show, I don’t have to read all of Lord Of The Rings to understand the movies. It doesn’t matter how the show was supposed to be interpreted or how the audience is supposed to feel, and It’s perfectly valid for the audience not to care about damage control spinoffs (cough cough Steven Universe) or Q&A’s or whatever. I’ll admit sometimes the audience is fucking stupid and completely media illiterate but can we stop acting like anyone who doesn’t blindly consume product and go with what the writers said are stupid? I know im not articulating this well but I’m pissy rn and I’m having trouble deconstructing whats wrong with those kind of arguments but god there is so much wrong with these arguements

[mutant-mayhem]

btw i dont support paramount/nickelodeon. if u watch the shows or movies pirate them please. dont give those zionist cunts money like seriously

[ananinidraws]

You absolute fool... You will never draw the Dark Lord Von Karma!

"You naive fools..."

"You thought i'd never show up... But i hijacked AnaNini's art blog!... Now i'll change it to VonKarmaDraws... And there's nothing you can do about it!"

Von Karma, no!!! Give me my blog back!

[alfryco]

Also also, but they're both achy, they're both covered in gunk, Trevor manages to have a short, somewhat painful shower but every movement has Alfredo wincing in pain so he sits on the shower floor in his shorts and Trevor helps him rinse the cryptid blood out of his hair. They're also both too tired and too scared to pretend theres anything weird about this anymore and every light touch and helping hand helps them both cling to the knowledge that they both got out, they're both ok

I wasn't sure if this was the same anon as the previous asks so I wanted to answer this one separately!

But ommmggg anon oommFFgg do not get me started on Trevor only feeling an inkling of hesitation before he's stepping into the shower with Alfredo to help him wash the crap out of his hair and his back and his hands that still seemed to be stained with the body fluids of whatever monster they encountered that night. And it's quiet between the two of them, but not uncomfortable, they're just both to exhausted to really fill the air with meaningless chatter. And dude dduude don't even get me going about how as Trevor is washing all this stuff off Fredo, how the other man slowly starts to relax a little (as much as he can with hurting ribs ofc) under Trevor's hands and how he's finding it a little easier to breathe now that the pain meds have started to kick in. And Trevor just keeps washing until the water starts to turn blue and green in the bottom of the shower.

But oh man oohh mannnn I love when horrific situations (like in horror stories or mystery ones) just allow people to drop all their walls around each other because they're just too tired or too scarred from the shit they've seen to care. And that shit is like my bread and butter!! And it's even better when used with Alfreyco because in my head those two have probably been dancing around their feelings for a bit (as they tend to do) and this is just the perfect situation to make them both realize just how important the other person is to them. So they've dropped all their walls of pretend and now relish in each touch of a light hand or a firm hand on their arm when they stumble and just allow themselves to feel the trust they both share in each other. They both almost died tonight, one closer than the other, and damn if that doesn't force your feelings for your co-worker to the surface ready to burst so who cares about pretending or avoiding each other's eyes. Life's too short for that.

[random-tail]

Just Another Day.

This is a short story featuring @vacantfields Valentin and Chase. As well as my own oc Sora

PLEASE NOTE!

This is a PLATONIC interaction it is NOT a ship. I just want to make that clear after past experience with other fans of @vacantfields work.

Characters

Sora: she / they

Valentin: he / him

Chase: he / him

“Chase, I understand you want us to have… some common activity of interest. I very much doubt this is it.” An older eclipse model in a royal blue jacket holds up a skateboard made to hold his weight.

Chase turns around, his rays nearly flopping him in the face as he starts to walk backwards. He grins widely. “Aw come on Valentin. You'll never know till you try, you might really like it! Besides didn’t you perform balancing acts way back when?”

“Yes. But emphasis on ‘way back when’.” Valentin sighs as he carry the board under his arm.

Meanwhile Chase continues to walk backwards putting his arms behind his head. Continuing their way down the sidewalk in the city. “Well think of it like what people say about learning to ride a bike. You never forget-!?”

Just as Chase turns around to walk the correct way. He bumps into and topples over someone who emerged from the alley way. Causing both to crash down on to the concrete.

For a split second, Chases systems to a quick self diagnostic check and flashes a red sign. But just as quickly, he dismisses it as he scrambles to get up.

“Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?!”

Chase looks down to the individual he landed on top of in their fall. Their night cap and lack of rays revealing them to be a moon model with dark cold gray coloring. The shift themselves up to be on their hands and knees before giving Chase a quick, cold, glance. Causing the poor babysitter bot to freeze. They got to their feet and proceeded to dust themselves off. All while Chase hovered with his hands, idly, wanting to apologize and help. Yet also wanting to keep his distance from the cold look they gave him. Once they got themselves picked up, they grab a red tote they had dropped. Slinging it over their shoulder before turning to address Chase properly. Seeing them face to face, they had one optic closed, with the others pupil was barely visible.

Chase audibly gulps before rubbing the back of his neck. Ignoring the slight twitch in his wrist “I’m really sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.” He gives them a sheepish smile, but they simply stare at him. They then tilt their head and open their mouth to say something, but a flash in the open optic makes them freeze. Before snapping their head around to a different direction. They don’t even look back before taking off at a full sprint down the street

Chase blinks at the sudden departure before deflating a bit. “What.. just happened?”

Valentin then walks up beside him with an almost knowing look. “I am here if you need me Chase. Not everyone can handle being given the cold shoulder. Though I do suggest then next time you try to ‘sweep them off their feet'. That you don’t tackle them into the concrete.”

“WHAT!!? No! That wasn’t- I wasn’t- what!?” Chase fumbles his words as Valentin laughs at him and continues walking.

“Vaaaalll my brothers already torture me enough, don’t you do it too"

Chase whines, as he jogs to catch up to the taller bot as they continue their way to the park.

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An alarm go’s off in a dim room as Soras optic comes online from rest mode. They stare at the ceiling for a few seconds as their systems do a quick diagnostic check. She growns.

“84%? Mm… that’s 3% less then my last 5 hour charge.” They sigh as they sit up and unplug from their cord. “I really should ask for a new charger.” They get up from their makeshift bed which was an old cot they put to the side of their shop. After stretching, a habit she picked up from watching humans do it, Sora walks over to their sterilization box and got out her equipment for the day.

After prepping her emergency fist aid bag with all her tools. She sent a quick message to the hospital to report herself on duty. While leaving her building through a back ally door, she looked through her phone to see if she received any messages from her other patients while in rest mode. Only to heave a heavy sign when she sees that the local map bot Jeff was pushed over. Again. And needed his arm repaired.

Sending a quick message to the poor bot that they would work on meeting him later to get him fixed. They put their phone away and exit the allie, only to collide with someone who proceeds to loose their balance. Falling on top of her.

Laying on the concrete sidewalk, Sora did a quick diagnostic check on her systems. Checking that everything was functioning before tempting to move.

“Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?!”

She hears the frantic voice of someone of who she assumes fell on her. After seeing the only damage being an abrasion on her palm. They sit up and glance at the individual who seems to freeze up. Looking at him with a quick identifier scan, she saw he was a babysitter bot. But none she was acquainted with. Sora then proceeded to pick herself up and her bag as the odd bot watched them, looking fidgety. As they turned to confront and apologize to the babysitter bot, they noticed a twitch in his right wrist. Doing a quick scan they took note that he had jammed it’s socket back. Most likely after trying to brace himself when they fell. But he then put it behind his head

“I’m really sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.”

Sora stared at him before tilting their head. They were just as much at fault at not paying attention. They go to voice this when they suddenly received a red alert to a medical emergency. Snapping their head towards to the direction of the incident. They took off as they simultaneously mapped out the quickest route to the site. While putting a note in the back of their head to seek out the babysitter bot later to apologize.

Chase and Valentin make it to the park and it doesn’t take long for Valentin to master using the skate board. Yet after an hour he relinquish it to Chase who begins to show off for some of the kids that had gathered to watch the 2 animatronics. Chase even began teaching some of the kids some skateboard tricks while Valentin happily showed off some magic to littler ones.

-----

After a few hours Chase flopped onto the bench next to Valentin, letting his head hang back. Valentin looked at him. “Kids wear you out?” He chuckled

Chase stretched out his arms as he leaned forward. “nah, this is nothing compared to the quadruplets I baby sit every now and then.” He starts to rotate his wrist of which makes a noticeable clicking noise.

Valentin raises an eyebrow and puts down the small book he had brought with him to read. “quadruplets?”

Chase grabs his wrist and looks at it squinting. “Yep, Lenore, Annabelle, Bernice and Edgar. Grate kids, all of them each a little hectic in their own way though.” He flicks his hand.

Valentin tilts his head. “Oh really? How so?”

Chase looks at him before returning to fiddling with his wrist. “Oh well Lenore has this obsession with birds. Black birds to be specific, and loves to stop and feed them whenever she gets the chance. Annabelle is fascinated by the ocean and will watch the little mermaid on repeat for hours. Bernice is a bit of a germaphobe despite her age and after getting scared by her dentist about cavities she’s constantly brushing her teeth. To the point I literally have to hide her toothbrush. And then Edgar, he’s just quiet and it’s a little difficult to get him out of his shell. But he loves to read and write. Specially poems.” Chase then stiffens when he feels & hears something snap in his wrist.

Valentin blinks a few times. “wait…what-"

Valentin gets cut off by a sudden scream which had them both straighten and look. By one of the grinding rails sat a young boy with an older one, whom Chase was teaching earlier, kneeling beside him. The younger one was crying his eyes out as he sat on the ground and held his arm.

Chase quickly jumped up and ran over skidding onto his knee as he got to them. Doing a quick look over he takes note of the forming burse on the boys arm and his scraped knee.

“Hay there buddy. Looks like you took one nasty spill, you ok?” Chase asked calmly as he looked as the kid.

The boy sniffled and tried to wipe away his snot and tears as he shook his head no. The older boy grimaced.

“He did the trick wrong and fell. Landing on his arm on the rail before sliding on the concrete.”

Chase schooled his face to not grimaces as well. Knowing full well that such a landing could brake bones. Chase then hovers his hands over the kids arm.

“Alright then. How about we move away and get you to an urgent care-" he gose to gently cradle the boys arm.

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

Chase jolts and turns his head 180 towards the voice. Only for his optics to widen.

It was the animatronic from earlier.

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Sora groaned as she flops onto a bench in the city park. 6 calls, 1 of them a false alarm, and 4 her service was denied. First responder bots were still a new thing, so she wasn’t too surprised that many of the people were afraid of their help. Yet, knowing full well that they could of lessened the patients pain or prevented further damage, and still have the patient deny their assistance. Weighed on Sora incredibly.

Their first alert was a hit and run, with a woman showing signs of being concussed and a fractured hip from being clipped. She needed to stay elevated and needed to stay still. Yet when Sora arrived to offer their assistance. The woman was extremely animated in refusal to the point of even pushing Sora back despite her pain. Later they received a report saying the woman nearly slipped into unconsciousness from her head injury before the ambulance arrived.

Sora rubbed her face plate out of frustration, they could of helped if they were just allowed. What’s even the point anymore?

They then slipped their hand into their hat were they pull out a box of cigarettes. Because a human needed to be conscious to give consent for their assistance. Having artificial lungs for CPR had little use. So she put a cigarette into her mouth then searches for her lighter.

Just as they find it however, a scream catches their attention. Quickly snatching their bag, Sora jumps up and runs to the source of the scream.

They run to a skater section of the park and see a young boy crying on the ground with an older one trying to sooth him. From their pointed of similarities she could assume they were either brothers or cousins. Then judging from the way the boy was holding his arm, he fell on it.

Before Sora could close the distance to check on the boy. A flash of orange and blue blocks her, causing her to freeze when they recognized the floppy rays. The babysitter bot from earlier.

They watched as the babysitter bot talked calmly to the boy who seems to respond to well. But seeing the boy shake his head no, she assumed it means he was in pain. Quickly, they began to approach to hopefully assist.

However, their circuits flashed cold as they watch the babysitter bot reach out to the boy. “Alright then. How about we move away and get you to an urgent care-"

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

Sora suddenly blerts out causing the babysitter bot to spin his head around. They stared at each other till Sora began to approach.

“Don’t touch him. He could have a fracture and moving him without bracing it could make it worse.”

The babysitter bot tenses as she kneels next to him before looking at the boy. He looked scared and upset. Most likely wasn’t expecting to take such a fall. But with a quick scan she was relieved to conclude that he's only bruised. Not possessing enough body weight to land on his arm and rail to brake it let alone fracture it.

Sora smiled a little for the boy. “Hello, my name is Sora. I’m a medical bot, would you like some assistance?” she inwardly cringed at the automatic greeting she had to say to each patient. But kept her smile for the boys sake.

The boy sniffled then looked at the older boy, before they both nod. Giving Sora some relief.

“Alright, my scans show that lucky you didn’t fracture you arm.” She glances at the babysitter bot who seems to relax from that. “so how about we move to a bench?” Sora looks at the little boy before looking at the babysitter bot.

She watches as he smiles and picks up the boy gently before all 4 head to a bench. Sitting down, Sora starts to dig into their bag as the bot talks to the little kid.

“Do you know how it happened buddy?”

The boy sniffled. “I lost my balance?”

“Hmm in that case after your all patched up, why do I help you learn to balance better. Yeah?”

The boy lights up at this and nods. “Thank you Chase.”

Chase smiles at the boy before looking at Sora who finally gets out an ice pack and hands it to the boy for his arm. She then go back to rummaging through it before pulling out a cotton ball and stuff to clean his knee. Her gently smile then suddenly turns stern.

“Now. I have a very important question for you. And you Must, answer.” They look at the boy with a serious expression which makes both the boys and Chase gulp.

“What… kind of band aid?”

Sore flicks their hand out with 8 different colors and themed band aids in between her fingers. From glittery, to super hero’s and princess’s, Chase couldn’t help but smile as the boy lights up even more. He chose a bug themed band aid as Sora cleaned and patched his knee. Sending him on his way with his older sibling.

Sora and Chase wave goodbye till Sora turned to him. “Alright. Your turn.”

Chase looked at her “…what?”

Without much warning, Sora grabbed Chase by the arm and pulled him over to were Valentin had been watching. Once at the bench, she points to it. “Sit.” Chase dos as told before glancing at Valentin who looks at him with a quisitive stare. Sora then pulls out a box from their bag that had a similar cross like their medical bag. But it was blue with wrenches crossed instead. Opening it he sees a plethora of different tools used for animatronic repair.

“Did you not perform a self diagnostic check when we ran into each other earlier?” with out hesitation they kneel in front of Chase and took his hand.

Chase scratched his face plate with his free hand. “Well I did, it’s automatic but I was more worried about you so i-"

“Pushed away the error sign that would of told you that your wrist joint was damaged.” Sora states rather then ask as they cuts a look at him.

Chase deflates a bit “..yeah…heh"

Valentin pinches where the bridge of his nose would be and shakes his head.

Sora sighs as they move his hand palm up and picked up a plate remover. “Well I received no damage from our collision, just a simple abrasion on my palm. Can you isolate and turn off you sensory array to you arm please.” Chase nods and dose so. Sora then takes the tool to his plating and Pops it off gently revealing the inner workings of his wrist and arm.

Valentin narrows his eyes. “Parton me lille måne. But shouldn’t you ask first?”

Sora freezes then looks at Valentin with a straight face. “We are machines we have no rights and only kept functioning by human whims. If they see us as no longer usable they will scrap us in a heartbeat. I myself am damaged beyond cost to repair so I took a point to keep myself functioning so to not be tossed away. Also. If I were to ask permission to a, as humans put it, ‘fine tuned piece of machinery’ and that so called ‘machinery’ said yes. It would lead to both parties getting into trouble by our respected manufacturers. So I find it best not to ask and just do. Besides, most would rather except the free maintenance rather then try to sue a hospital of which owns me.”

Sora went back to working on Chases wrist as both bots stared.

Valentin then leaned back with a smile. “Point taken lille måne.”

Chase then thinks.” So… you’re a medical bot for humans AND animatronics?”

Sora doesn’t look away from their work on his wrist. “In a way yes. Iv repaired many bots in the city when their owners refuse to.” They switch tools quickly as Chase and Valentin watched.

“Surely there isn’t that many bots in disrepair?” Valentin questioned mostly to himself but the almost sad look Sora gives causes him to pause. “oh…”

Sora sighs as they tighten the joint back up. “unfortunately there is. Map bots and STAFF bots being the first on the chopping blocks to be melted down.” They snap Chases plating back into place. “Alright. Touch each finger to your thumb.” Chase dos so as they watch and nod. “rotate your wrist.” Once again he dos as asked, pleasantly surprised by how smooth his motions are now.

“Wow it feels way better then before. Thanks.” Chase stands as Sora dos, Valentin fallowing after as Sora puts their tools away.

“it’s no problem. Though next time don’t ignore your error messages. Just like a human fracture you could of made it worse by moving it.” Sora flings their bag over her shoulder.

Chase rubs the back of his head. “Heh yeah. Noted.” He then leans back as a slip of paper is presented to him from Sora.

“My contact information. If you have any other problems just call me.” He take the paper to notice there are 2. Sora looks to Valentin. “I can also see if I can repair those rays in you wish. But they look to be stable. If not to repair, just to clean to prevent erosion. If you want.” Chase smiles giving the second copy to Valentin whom bows his head a little. “I will keep that in mind lille måne.” He slips the paper into his chest pocket .

Sora nods then turns to leave, but Chase stops her. “Uh Hay. If not for a repair. Could we call you to, you know. Hang out?”

Sora took at him and thinks before giving a small smile “Sure.”

[s1ithers]

rogue trader spoilers ///

hissing and gnashing, why would they write this.

why would they put this NOW when my girl has just done the aeldari sidequest & experienced honorable dealings with xenos for the first time, leaving her open to consider yrliet's profoundly alien (to her hardline imperial core ass) moral sense. the moment of hesitation from heinrix. the inquisitor she's been flirting with in a slapdash stratagem to distract him from sniffing out the Chaos presence with a clawhold in her brain. (surely, certain death if he knew! a salvation her animal self can't help but revile ^_^) the very same Chaos presence of which yrliet's guided meditation uncovered no trace, granting her the first sense of peace & relief she's experienced in months! indeed, the same inquisitor she caught in an unexpected moment of vulnerability at the black ship and instead of leveraging it, went for the hand touch like a fool idiot!

and like ofc it's only her position as an avatar of empire letting her indulge her fascination with yrliet OR try and toy with the inquisition & obviously compassion is anathema to that so every act takes on double resonance. like the sheer paranoia. the meditation was an //offer of compassion//xenos heresy//, a thread of friendship that can only lead to the weakening of her rule. drawing heinrix closer as //self-protection//self-endangerment//, fellow enforcer of the hegemony she both serves & is well served by, //threat//ally//asset//spy//man with fathoms-deep dark eyes//

so like fine okay what if there were two foils representing inverse moral positions and toward whom your every gesture contained both your best and worst impulses in an elaborate two-face janus mask dance of conflicting motivations!! "are we gonna torture this guy" are we making out right now. pasqal i am so sorry you have to 4th wheel this. we are literally doing

right in front of this poor mangled cult victim's salad

i'm chewing glass

chorus in the background going watch out girl the empire is reproduced through your personal relations!!! which she is so so so conditioned to hear as an injunction instead of a warning :3

'excessive kindness gets good people into trouble' oh BOY i cannot wait for that one to circle back :3 :3 :3

[101flavoursofweird]

I have Vergier family feels again…

Inspector Vergier started working on the ‘Mystere Incident’ (or at least, he started writing about it in his file) three years prior to the game’s present time. The ‘incident’ has something to do with a string thefts of artworks and antiques, all baring the same mark. 

Constable Loic mentions that Vergier has been working on this case since Emma died, implying that Emma’s death had something to do with the ‘Mystere Incident’. This is never confirmed and as we don’t have a sequel, it probably never will be confirmed, but it’s cool to speculate. 

Who do we know who stole a load of artworks with the mark and disappeared three years ago—? Oh, hi, ISAAC!

The timing here just seems too coincidental. The fact that Charlie’s mother could have died around the same time Raphael’s dad left… hurts my heart. 

What if Emma’s death was what drove Isaac away? Maybe Isaac could handle moonlighting as an art thief while he was still living with Raphael, but being involved in someone’s death was too much for him. Either Isaac wanted to escape or he became even more embroiled with the Chevaliers because “There’s blood on your hands now, Isaac, old chap! You might as well rise through the ranks of the Chevaliers!” (My flawless Jean-François impression!)

Wouldn’t it be so bitterly ironic if Inspector Vergier lost Emma because he started looking into the Mystere Incident, but then after her death, he just dedicated his entire life to the case— pushing away the one family member he had left?

During Chapter 8, when the Chevaliers start terrorising Paris, Vergier muses about how those involved in the Mystere incident have been up to something. By ‘those involved’, he must mean Graf… who Vergier later realizes is Jean-François (not the teenage rhythm thief Vergier has been chasing with the Paris Roller Skate Brigade)…

If Emma did die three or so years before the game, this might beg the question of why Vergier carries around a family photo from years ago, when Charlie was a baby. It’s not impossible that Emma died while Charlie was very young, but then again, maybe Vergier just keeps the photo with him for sentimental reasons… and so he would always have the message Emma left him: 

‘I will keep our family safe while you keep our city safe. I know you will not let us down, my brave, noble constable.’

Vergier promised Emma he would protect Paris, while she promised to protect their family. But then, Emma died because he was trying to protect Paris… but how can Vergier continue to protect Paris if he needs to protect what remains of their family? How can he keep his promise to Emma and keep Charlie safe, while he’s grieving? This isn’t helped at all by the fact that Charlie’s pink school dress and cardigan looks so much like what Emma wears in their family photo…

As it turns out, Charlie can protect Vegier, while Vergier protects Charlie, and they can work together to protect Paris. 

Charlie didn’t understand why their father was so obsessed with saving Paris until they saw Emma’s message on the photo. In Charlie’s words, they didn’t know that was how their mother felt about their father. Upon returning the photo to Vergier, Charlie remarks, “You owe her, non?”, echoing how Charlie feels like they owe Phantom R for him saving Charlie. 

It’s not actually about owing anyone— Charlie just uses this as an excuse to keep helping Phantom R…

It’s about helping the people you care about and trusting that they will help you in return.

Both Vergier and Charlie seem to have realised this by the end of the game. They team up with Phantom R to storm the Hanging Gardens and take down the Chevaliers. In the game’s final scene, Vergier yells at Charlie that it’s the Constabulary’s job to catch the Rhythm Thief, but he’s actually smiling, so you know this is all just a game to them and Phantom R now…

During the Vergiers’ bonus episode, Family Ties, Vergier and Charlie team up to defeat some leftover Chevaliers in Les Invalides. (Chasing the harmless Rhythm Thief is fine, but not the chevaliers!)

In the opening narration to the episode, Charlie mentions that their father still refuses to discuss everything that happened with them… and later, Vergier tells Charlie that the case on the Mystere Incident is officially closed. (‘Officially…?’) Vergier tells Charlie to stop interfering… but, realising that Charlie will never listen, he just asks Charlie to stay within his sights.

Vergier then walks out, leaving Charlie alone at Les Invalides…

Inspector Vergier got some good character development… but he’s still not the best parent :’D (Still, leagues better than Isaac and Jean-François!)

[watchinginred]

Oh harbinger tell me a tale

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