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Animal Ask Questions about Writing/Reading

An ask list for anybody who'd like to use it! ♥

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Kitten - What songs do you listen to while writing?

Puppy - Do you prefer writing with pen and paper or online?

Lion - Where do you like to write?

Bear - What's your favorite word?

Owl - What’s your favorite punctuation to use?

Jaguar - How old were you when you started writing?

Koala - What inspires you to write the most?

Panda - How do you stay motivated to write?

Goldfish - What is, in your opinion, your biggest writing flaw?

Turtle - What are you most scared of writing?

Snake - Would you ever do a writing collab? If so, with who?

Monkey - What is your biggest writing pet peeve?

Butterfly - How do you come up with your ideas?

Dolphin - Who/What is your biggest inspiration?

Shark - What/Who first got you into writing?

Elephant - What’s your least favorite thing(s) about writing?

Tiger - What’s your favorite thing(s) about writing?

Chicken - How long does it usually take you to write a piece?

Squid - How do you get out of a writer's block?

Mouse - What is your favorite thing to write about?

Dinosaur - Who's your favorite character(s) to write about?

Goat - What is, in your opinion, the best thing about your writing?

Duck - What is something you wish you knew when you first started writing?

Firefly - What time do you do most of your writing?

Wolf - What makes you unmotivated to write?

Zebra - What helps you keep your concentration while writing?

Rabbit - What’s your favorite phrase/quote from somebody else's writing?

Hawk - What's your favorite phrase/quote from your own writing?

Donkey - Who’s your biggest writing idol?

Horse - What is your favorite piece that you've written?

Starfish - What advice would you give to a beginning writer?

Snail - What is your average word count?

Lamb - How often do you write?

Deer - What do you enjoy reading most?

Piglet - What will you never write about?

Octopus - What’s your favorite letter of the alphabet?

Iguana - Do you plan on having/have a career in writing?

Robin - Which of your works would you recommend to a new follower?

Lizard - Is there anything you like to eat/drink while you write?

Ant - What would you say to someone who is self-conscious about their writing?

Dragonfly - What was the first thing you wrote? What was it about?

Kangaroo - What are your upcoming works?

Unicorn - How many drafts do you currently have saved?

Peacock - What genera is your favorite to read?

Crab - Would you let your family read your works? If so, why/why not?

Squirrel - What do you not like to read?

Giraffe - Do you welcome constructive criticism/feedback?

Spider - What writing exercises do you do, if any?

Frog - Which of your pieces do you feel is underrated?

Whale - Which of your pieces do you feel is overrated?

Bumblebee - Do you consider yourself more laidback in your writing or a perfectionist?

Cow - What is your shortest piece? How long did it take you?

Otter - What is your longest piece? How long did it take you?

Meerkat - What is something you feel you need to improve on?

Rat - Have you ever had a dream concerning one of your pieces?

Sheep - If you could make one character real, who would it be?

Crow - What was the most recent thing you read?

Beaver - If you could live inside one of your works, which would it be?

Buffalo - What is the saddest thing you've read?

Seahorse - What are your top three platforms that you like to write on?

Caterpillar - Do you use a thesaurus as you write?

Penguin - What’s your favorite synonym for said?

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Tag Game!

Thank you for the tag @aerynwrites ♥! I've never done this sorta thing before, so here goes! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Appearance -

I'm 5’3” / My eyes are brown/blue / I’m pale as shit / My hair’s brown / I have freckles / I wear baggy clothing / I mainly wear black / I have a tattoo on my ankle / I usually have my hair up / I have plenty of scars / I have dark circles under my eyes / I wear boys clothes and shoes a lot / I have baby hands / I always have fuzzy socks on / I have high cheekbones

Hobbies and Talents -

I can play the ukulele / I play sudoku / I write fiction / I can juggle / I can do the knuckle-roll coin trick / I draw/animate / I can build a fire without matches, etc / I stargaze a lot / I can hold my breath for a minute / I like running / I go on night walks often / I make a mean cup of coffee / I sing / I watch a lot of horror movies even though it scares the shit out of me

Experiences -

I've been on a plane / I sang in front of an audience / I've gotten lost / I've kissed people / I've been punched / I've nearly died three times / I’ve smoked tobacco / I’ve drank / I’ve smoked pot / I've won an award / I've been on The Smiler / I've dumped people / I've seen all the Saw movies / I've stayed awake for 72 hours / I've dyed my hair

Relationships -

I've dated people / I’m close with my family / I have a best friend / I've been bullied / I have three cats / I have a sister / I’m single / I have a stepdad / My biological father is dead thank god / I've had a four-year relationship / I have a crush / I have internet friends / I prefer to be alone / I'm the older sister / I've never been dumped / I'm the ’slow one’ of the group

Aesthetics -

I’ve been in heavy snow / I've danced in the rain / I like the sound of white noise / Ukulele music calms me / I've slept under the stars / I've made smores over a campfire / I’ve been to the beach at night / I've watched the sun rise and set / I've walked in an empty road / I like making flower crowns / I stretch before bed / my favorite flower is a buttercup

Miscellaneous -

My favorite color is yellow / My favorite season is winter / My star sign is Leo / I have major depressive disorder / I have social anxiety / My favorite drink is coffee / I love anything horror or gore related / I'm an insomniac / I hate the minions / My favorite YouTuber is Jacksepticeye / I'm a scaredy-cat / My favorite animal (other than my cats) is a sun bear

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Welp, there's me described in six categories for ya. Hm, I tag... @well-they-fucked-up @the-darklings @inspirevamp @deviantramblings and @dbhcentral Sorry if you're already tagged

#tag game #oof #well there it is #I’m not short I'm vertically challenged #i will fight anyone on this #and yes the weather is lovely down here

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detroit-chatterbox-blog · 6 years

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sTOP IT

No tea no shade but

They’re the Same™.

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OMGAJSA IVE NEVER SEEM IN GAME NINES SMILE LIKE SO GENUINWLY GOD IM SHOOK TO SHIT

#put this on mt grave #cus im dead #already found heaven so #\ (ツ) /

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(if only for a moment);

pairing: ruthless!connor x female!reader x rk900

words: 1.8k +

notes: you can all blame @ilikecheesecakeforbreakfast for this AGAIN, and since I’m already going to hell I’m totally calling her out AGAIN ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

warnings: brief mention of NSFW (nothing too explicit…yet), canon typical violence

“Do you think I do not see it?”

Rk900 inclines his head slowly to one side, and knows that the gesture is purely predatory but the one addressing him is a predator as well. Apex predator right at the top of the food chain, much like him.

Those dark brown optical units assess him harshly, tensely, and Nines almost lets himself to show the glimmer amusement just beneath the facade, but instead he stares at his predecessor blankly.

“You will have to be more specific, RK800,” he addresses drily, silently enjoying the way Connor’s fingers twitch in subtle show of irritation at his evasion. This conversation is long overdue, but it gives Nines an odd sense of mirth just trying to process it.

“The way you look at (Name),” Connor says, and there is arctic sort of coldness in his voice. Nine has seen humans flinch from that tone, seen them shiver. Pathetic weaklings. “The way you were looking at her today.”

“Looking after my partner’s well being is part of my programming, RK800,” Nines replies crisply because he can already feel his attention waning. This is not where he wants this conversation to go. (Name) is the last human on Earth he wants to discuss with her lover. “Surely you can still recall what being a functional machine is like, RK800? Or has your human pet twisted your head so much your focus is slipping?”

Connor does not hurry, does not rush at him, but his chin dips slightly, and the narrowing of his eyes is telling because it twists his entire face into something even more serious. Something inhuman and harsh; vengeful.

“My mission always comes first,” Connor tells him sharply, his voice heavy. Beings like them didn’t need to shout anyway. “But if you lay a hand on her I will tear it off myself.”

This time Nines allows himself a moment of…something…

He does not understand what causes the brief splintering of his program, but he takes a step closer, then another until he’s face-to-face with his other self.

“Whatever is the matter, brother?” he breathes mockingly, lips twitching upwards faintly. “Feeling threatened? Maybe you’re worried that if I crook my fingers, your little human will come running to me instead? After all…I am better than you.”

And now that he has spoken those words into existence, he finds that the only thought suddenly running through his processor is that exact one.

His supervisor.

His partner.

His…human.

What claim did Connor have over you? None; other than the fact that he met you first. None; other than the fact he managed to catch some sort of fault in his code and endear himself to you.

A smile, a touch, a joke.

Hair…

Lips…

For once Nines is left with the detrimental realisation that Connor is right.

He has been watching you. He’s been watching you from the very start. Always watching.

Orders;

(“—you must obey, you have a duty of care—”)

…irritation;

(“—idiotic, pathetic human with ridiculous pride that always gets her into trouble—)

…curiosity;

(—who are you? Why do you always smile when you see me? who, what; i must understand, i must/imust/imust/—)

…anger;

(—why him? Why him? Why not m e—)

Connor extends his hand, lets it hand in the air between them, and Nines has to blink, has to clear his processor before he can continue his function and it must show on his face because RK800 speaks before he can.

“Lieutenant Anderson requested case file transfer for your current investigation,” Connor tells him seriously, a harsh sort of tightness in his jaw and shoulder blades. “That is the only reason I’m wasting my time on you.”

Nines reaches forward, artificial skin already melting away, but the last thing he cares about is some case file.

He needs—

His fingers connect with Connor’s, and Nines does not mend.

He breaks.

Show me/show me her/show me/show me/i want to see h e r///////

Connor is not ready for this sort of attack, and the memory slips easily from his mind and suddenly—

…..^/…/

[CONNECTING]

//?/…

!..

A gasp, a moan against his ear, and heat. Soft, delicious heat.

You’re the sun.

Beautiful, radiant and you burn under him. Unravel; slowly at first then go into supernova, and take him with you.

“Harder, Connor,” you moan and he obeys, he buries himself deep and everything in him quivers at the intensity of your nails raking down his skin, of your hot breath against his ear. His own skin shimmers and he allows himself a brief moment of feeling you that way before his pulls his skin back. “Harder, please, p-please.”

Harder? He can do that. So very easily, he thinks as he picks up the pace, pulling you closer.

“More, more, more.”

Your pleasure is his mission so he obeys.

Never before had subjugation felt so sweet.

In and out, in and out; something about the rhythm is so soothing he relaxes in a way he never does. Because there is always something to do, always something to accomplish but now there is only you.

You and your body; and he wants to create a sanctuary from your body, and shelter from your bones.

He tastes your skin, feels all of you and looks at your face, imprinting every noise and twitch of your face. He carefully catalogues every micro-expression and savours it. Savours the simple power that comes with knowing he can do this to you, that he can unravel you this way, and cause you such pleasure.

He looks at your slack, happy face, feels something soften just a touch at the gentle, beaming smile on your face as you lay beneath him.

Beautiful.

The thought flutters to life from that foreign place inside of him that is so foreign to him. He does not understand but maybe one day—

“I love you Connor.”

He is not alive. But in that moment—

!..

—ERROR: TRANSFER INCOMPLETE

The punch connects with enough force to shatter bones. If it had been a human head that punch connected to, one side of their head would have easily caved in.

But instead, RK900 stretches his neck, and feels the crack of biocompments as system warnings flare in his vision.

His programming shreds itself to pieces right in front of him. Red bleeds in his vision and it has nothing to do with Connor’s punch, nothing to do with the murderous expression on his doppelganger’s face as he stalks closer, a barely contained snarl twisting his lips.

Connor’s fingers grasp him by the collar, but Nines is faster even with his vision barely functioning as it is. He grabs Connor’s wrist and twists, biocomponents clicking under the strain as he shoves his counterpart away.

[ERROR !89`“: SYSTEM CORRUPTION DETECTED: SEEK IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE]

Nines tries to force the error message away from his vision, tries to initiate quick reset on his system but the outpour of errors is a terrible flood he can’t stop.

SYSTEM CORRUPTION DETECTED

(“I love you Connor.”)

SYSTEM CORRUPTION DETECTED

…beautiful//!//(Name)//</…iwant???///

SEEK IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE

His jaw locks, stiffens and he grits his teeth till he can feel the harshness of it. The memory is like a knife; a terrible, inescapable knife and it is shredding everything in its path.

Because—

If only for a moment, he had been him. For one, brief moment, Nines knew exactly what it meant to have someone look at you like that.

Like you created the universe in your hand, and gifted it to someone by simply existing.

Nines reacts just fast enough to avoid another punch, Connor’s hand denting the wall behind them with destructive showcase of strength.

They are both predators; both wolves living in the world of sheep.

It seems like one of them has developed a rather acute taste for soft, kind things however.

Their limbs—all metal, plastic and Thirium—connect loudly as they crash against the wall. Connor’s face is drawn but an inferno rages in his eyes and Nines feels his own lips twitch into a frown, error messages still drowning his vision.

“You fucker,” Connor hisses quietly, pushing his forearm against Nines neck. “If you so much as look at her again—”

“You’ll what?” Nines counters, a touch smugly, “She likes me, remember? She likes me, and I think I will do with your little pet whatever I please because she is my partner.”

He catches Connor’s punch in his other hand, and their hands shake, quiver, as they battle for superiority.

“Maybe next time I will be the one making her moan,” he says smugly, and finds that he likes the taste of those words. Likes how they feel and sit in his mouth. He likes the visual even more because it burns through his system, bleeding its way into all the cracks, causing it to glitch for a brief second.

Connor’s fist pushes his, their hands hitting the wall behind them with enough force to crack it.

“I will destroy you,” Connor promises softly, “I will tear you apart limb by fucking limb for this.”

This time, Nines does not hold back. He bares his teeth and lunges forward, his fist viciously striking Connor’s neck, sending the android stumbling. Nines does not waste time—does not allow Connor time to recover because he is far too dangerous of an opponent as it is—he grabs the older model by his jacket and slams him into the wall, punches him once—hard, satisfying hard—before he grabs him by the throat, squeezing.

“You will try,” he tells the other android simply. “And you will fail.”

“What the fuck is goin’ here?”

Nines feels his eyes narrow and pulls back sharply. It’s concerning that his detectors were not able to pick up on Lieutenant Anderson’s presence till it was too late.

Connor looks like he is about to attack again, his head dipped down, gaze cutting as he glares at Nines. There is a tense moment when they both seem to acknowledge the fact that they will not be finishing this today.

No—if anything it has just begun. This little game of theirs. Oh, he was rather looking forward to it.

“Nothing at all, Lieutenant,” Nines calls smoothly, ignoring the flickering in his coding, “I was just on my way to meet (Name) actually. I’ll see you around, brother.”

He brushes past the glaring Lieutenant and fixes his jacket, smoothing the wrinkles out efficiently.

[ERROR !89”`: SYSTEM CORRUPTION DETECTED: SEEK IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE]

His eyes flutter shut. An image of you. An image of you smiling lips—

(“I love you Connor.”)

“(Name),” he breathes, caressing your name with his tongue softly.

—iwant/iwant/iwanT/iwANT/IWANT

“I will be the one for you (Name). Just wait and see.”

an: started out as one thing….ended up being obsessive!nines origins of sorts lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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