#i cannot draw at all let alone robots

[crashional-thinker]

i had a dream two nights ago about a society of robots that i (or maybe my oc) found myself in, flesh amongst a sea of circuits

the designs for these anthropomorphic robots were still decidedly humanoid, but still distinct enough to be visually interesting.

unfortunately, i don't remember many of them, or the encounters that happened to the dream protagonist, except for one of them:

i do not remember the name of the robot in question but i do know what they looked like and what happened to them.

their general color scheme was gray, with teal-blue and yellow highlights. perhaps about 6.5 to 7 feet tall, they had relatively spindly limbs with some exposed wiring. the digits of these limbs were fairly rudimentary and boxy, but still with five fingers on each hand, which were perhaps the most human-looking body part; the feet had two "toes" each. the elbows and knees had exposed servos and gears that would move as they bent those limbs.

most notably, they had a sort of "tv head", but it looked more like a computer monitor; it was not a flat screen, but instead a row of very thin lights that varied in brightness from being completely off to a light blue. they also had two long antennae off the top of either side of their head.

these lights seemed to supposed to be on by default, but for whatever reason, about half of them were in an inverted state, distributed somewhat randomly, so their "face" looked like a barcode. the lights would change in brightness (and between on/off) whenever they spoke, kind of like a futurama robot.

during my encounter with them, one of their legs had supposedly been destroyed, and they were next to a bench in the middle of a park, nobody helping them. the damage had rendered their other leg unusable, so they were sort of sat there defeatedly, staring at the exposed wires, occasionally sparking.

i stumbled upon them and offered my assistance, to which they begged for a replacement leg. after scrounging one up, i managed to find one; didn't quite fit their color scheme, it looked more red, but it would work suitably and was the same size. after some hassle attaching it, their legs still didn't work.

the problem was a lack of electricity. to fix this, i grabbed a tazer and something metal to act as a conduit, attached one end of the conduit to their new leg and the other to the end of the tazer, and fired the tazer. the resulting shock had them faint, but after coming to, their legs were working again. they were overwhelmingly grateful and i stuck to them like glue for the remainder of my trip through the strange city i had found myself in

i think they even gave me a ride on their shoulders.

#dream musings #character design #i cannot draw at all let alone robots #i love them so much i'm rotating them in my head #and this sucks let them FREE

[spinchip]

uhgmmm silly little mysterious element swap between da ninja

I give you angst (my specialty) TW: Panic attack

When Lloyd had suggested Zane use his bow to channel his energy, Zane hadn’t been expecting much. After the artifact had scrambled their powers around, the others had gleefully been playing around with their new elemental abilities while Zane wasn’t able to summon so much as a flicker. Zane was so far behind the others that the novelty had worn off for the rest of them, and now they were impatiently waiting on Zane to get some sort of a grip on Lloyds power so they could confidently go out searching for the other half of the Sphere of Will- the cause of all their problems.

Zane had tried everything. He meditated, he trained, he tried to relax, he even drank the same tea as lloyd usually did in an attempt to hone his skills and still- not a spark of green. Sometimes, Zane could feel it deep down in his belly, but it wouldn’t grow and spread through him. Wu had suggested a mental block, but Zane couldn’t fathom what. He was the first of his friends to unlock his true potential, the first to get some of the more complicated katas Wu taught them. He wasn’t used to this kind of struggle.

All that to say that when he picked up his bow, his expectations were low. Based on the others reactions- Kai had molded a couch out of rock for them all to slump into- they weren’t expecting much either.

Lloyd stood next to Zane, “Alright Zane, lets see if this does anything.”

Zane could shoot a bullseye with his eyes close standing on his head, but when he brings the draw string back he doesn’t have an arrow notched. He focuses all his processing power into imagining the shape of an arrow notching into the bow, trying to pour green energy into a tangible shape he can fire. The power in his gut swirls like it’s trying to grow, pulsing at the bottom of his chest like a heartbeat.

Nothing happens.

He lowers the drawstring, disappointed. “I do not understand.” He says without sighing, despite how he wanted to.

“You’re not the only ne who struggled,” Nya attempts to console him, “Remember when Jay set his hair on fire? Or when i blew out half the lightbulbs in the monastery?”

“Yeah! And I’m sure Ice is a lot different than Lloyds power.” Kai agrees.

Lloyd once again tries to explain how he uses his powers, “I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

“Ice is a lot of thinking.” Cole confirms with a groan, “Trying to make a snowflake gives me a headache.”

“My power is more instinctual, something you have to feel rather than think. Don’t imagine the shape of an arrow, try thinking of why you’re forming it.” Lloyd pats Zane on the shoulders, “Like what you’re fighting for.”

Zane nods and exhales purely to center himself. Telling a robot not to think was like telling a fish to take a walk in the desert, but Zane would try to empty his mind. He even went so far as to shut down the background multitasking programs he had running, leaving his mind completely blank.

He pulls back on the drawstring, lines the sight up perfectly with the bullseye across the courtyard and tries to call on the power. Nothing happens. He closes his eyes, refusing to give up, focusing on the feeling of the string on his finger sensor pads, the cool air around him, even the sound of Lloyd breathing next to him. Power stirs.

He fought to protect his family. He called upon his power to keep the people he loved safe.

Protect those who cannot protect themself.

It washes over him in a snap, power surging up through his chest, around his shoulders and down to his fingertips in sickening pulses. It burns.

He’s felt this before.

The courtyard vanishes, he’s suspended in the air, his shoulder taut and agony ripping through him as he stares the overlord in the face. He’s going to die. He has to die for his family. Gold scalds him as it pours down his face, his face plate cracking and breaking along the weak seam and leaving him exposed and raw. The overlord is laughing. He’s all alone. His body is going numb, the seams along his shoulders popping as energy overloads him. He can’t tell if this is happening in the past or the present, phantom pains rocking through his body.

The string of his bow is digging into his fingertip, he struggles to cling to it. Gold chokes him. The comforting warmth of the green feels white hot. He can’t think.

He opens his eyes and a brilliant green bolt of energy is nestled into his palm. It’s so bright it blinds him, and on the edges- just barely- are flickers of gold. Fear slams through his system so fast it causes his knees to buckle and he stumbles a step back. The arrow grows bigger, wild and unkempt and Zane feels so deeply afraid he doesn’t know what to do.

He lets go of the string and the arrow explodes.

It tears across the courtyard like a neon laser and when it hits the target- dead bullseye- it obliterates it down to atoms. It rips through hay like tissue paper and smashes a hole through the stone wall of the courtyard, shooting off into the sky before exploding like a firework at the very end. When Zane released it, it caused a miniature explosion in his hand too- green balls of energy popping, and the force of it send him off his feet.

He slams back on the ground, confused and rattled. Panic has settled into every inch of his mind and he can’t get his thoughts straight. Where is he? Is this the courtyard? Where is the overlord? Did he succeed?

He’s holding- why is he holding his bow? Why is the string snapped and burned?

He turns over onto his hands and knees and tries to calm down. There’s smoke around him, the ground smoldering. His fans kick on. He’s overheating. Ice. He needs ice. Why can’t he summon ice?

A hand touches his neck and he jerks, looking up at- Cole.

“What happened?” He asks, “Where- is everyone safe?” He did something bad. Dangerous. His friends were here. He wasn’t alone.

Cool frost trickles down from the spot Cole was bracing him, and the chill brings a calm to Zanes body. “Everyone’s fine.” Cole confirms firmly, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He closes his eyes and breathes, helping his internal systems cool and struggling to centering himself again. After several long moment, the panic fades and leaves him empty and worn out. His limbs are still humming in the after image of that power. He’s in the courtyard, he was supposed to be practicing with Lloyds power. It takes more effort than he expects to sit up but he does it, and finally looks at the damage.

A ditch is cut into the stone of the courtyard, their bow target is a handful of splinters now, and the monastery wall has a brand new entrance.

“I did that?” He asks the obvious.

“If I ever need demo on my house at least now I know who to come to.” Jay jokes.

“What happened?” Lloyd asks, offering Zane his hand.

He’s not quite sure he can stand yet, but he takes Lloyds hand anyway, “You power, it feels incredibly similar to the golden power.” Zane says tightly.

“Yeah, I know.” Lloyd is puzzled now, “The green energy is part of the golden power.”

“Master Wu was right. It was a mental block, one I was not aware I had.” He drags a finger over his cheek just to check that his face plate hadn’t split in that same, familiar spot.

“Block? What blo-“ Lloyd stops abruptly, “Oh.”

Zane stomach churns at the thought of attempting to use the power again, “Lloyd, I am unsure If i will be able to even begin to use your element.”

“You have to.” Nya reminds him with a wince, “That’s what makes it work.”

He closes his eyes again and tries to steady himself, “I cannot continue today,” He says finally, “We can try again tomorrow.”

“Okay, Zane.” The atmosphere is subdued, “Whatever you need.”

He has to have Cole help him inside, his legs too shakey to keep his footing.

It isn’t until he’s in the bathroom that he realizes he’d cried.

#ninjago #zane julien #spinchip fic

[wyrdle]

An AI Clavell + AI Arven AU i’ve been musing, but will probably never draw to its fullest. Snippets under the cut:

CW: character death, grief, poor mental health, suicide (OG Clavell’s)

Summary: A young Arven tragically dies from falling at the steep cliffs of Cabo Poco. With no reasons to stay at their new home, the Zerotrio stay holed up in Area Zero. Despite Clavell's initial hesitance of the project, and even desire to leave the place post tera orb project... Being above ground hurts/reminds them all but especially Clavell of what could have been.

So. The three profs dive into their research, it's still focused on bringing Pokemon over, but there is a hint of a hidden hope that they could find and save Arven. ( It's a fool's dream, they know, what with the complications that would follow... but they hope regardless.) Area Zero becomes both a  prison and sanctuary for all of them... though it's probably the worst for Clavell. Eventually, the respective Miraidon and Koraidon’s kill Sada and Turo, and Clavell is left all alone in his self imposed prison.

He eventually makes AI versions of himself, and even AI Arven (no memories, just an approximation). Imagine: Young Arven’s haunting laughter throughout Area Zero, since it’s his playground. AI Turo and Sada are harder to finish, and OG Clavell eventually succumbs to his grief via suicide. Survived by him is his AI, and of course, the time machine that needs to be stopped. PPP is a manifestation of a grieving professor Clavell, not fuelled by personal ambition, only desperation to have his family back.

Additional dialogue bits of AI Clavell I wrote:

AI Clavell: " The professor... was not always like this. He once wanted to leave the crater to live out the rest of his life. He had wanted to be a part of the academy even, with the dreamy goal of becoming director."

AI Clavell: "I think the professor would have much preferred to live with Arven away from the crater... had the boy..." AI Clavell pauses, as if to collect himself. "... had the boy not died."

AI Clavell: "Although I am not the professor, and that is not his son, he is as dear to me as he was to the grieving professors. "

AI Clavell: "Arven's death made leaving the crater hard, and I think... being in isolation with professors Sada and Turo affected his judgement. After witnessing their deaths firsthand... ruined his heart."

AI Clavell: "Now I carry with me the professor's memories, and boundless love for the rest of Paldea's people and Pokemon. I cannot comprehend the intricacies of human guilt and emotion, but had the professor not been consumed by his grief and trauma... I do not think he would want the time machine to destroy Paldea's ecosystems."

AI Clavell: "It is your right, of course, to judge him and cement that as your opinion of him. But please understand, Professor Clavell was ultimately a kind man... trapped first by his grief for Arven, then his love for his dearest friends. Area Zero is as much a prison for me as it was for him."

AI Clavell: "I sincerely hope you will assist me in destroying the time machine... and allow the original Professor Clavell to rest in peace. Please... for Arven's sake and the Professor's late memory, defeat me."

PPP CLAVELL: I 4m s0 cl05e t0.... t0... brinGIng them b4ck.. y-y0u wi11 n0t st4nd in my w4y!

PPP Clavell upon defeat: I 0nly ever w4nted them b4ck... whY is p4r4dise s0 cl0se yet s0 f4r? The AI w4nt5 to le4ve thi5 pl4ce, but we c4nnot, I- c4nnot, I mu5t n0t.

“I ju5t w4nted- my friend5- my f4mi1y- b4ck. H-help me- “

Slowly, the AI professor crumpled to the floor, knees hitting the obsidian tiles with an anticlimatic thud. The small robot boy who had been hiding by Nemona's side let go of her hand, dashing forward to tackle the now powerless protection protocol in a hug.

"4rven-" it manages to sob, mimicking shallow breaths and shedding crystalline flecks till its light blue eyes were restored.

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I have some other stray notes about how Paldea’s very different in this au too, but eh. This isn’t going anywhere besides my vivid imagination haha

#director clavell #clavell #clavell x sada x turo #clavell/sada/turo #zerotrioshipping #zerotrio ship #this is pure whump i know #ai clavell au #ai arven au #sketches

[n-simp]

Results are in!! Vampire animal traits! You all unanimously voted together!

So you get animal traits! So I'll list off some of the traits I definitely give to N that can now be applied to the vampire drones. These will mostly be bird and bat traits.

Vampire traits below ⬇⬇⬇

❥ Vampires will have good hearing like bats!

Vampire drones won't need eyesight, you would be able to have a completely blind worker drone that uses sound like echolocation as a bat would! This can be both an advantage and disadvantage. If you're in an uncrowded it would be easy to target prey, but in a crowd of people or a crowded place it would be difficult for the vampire to be able to differ between what's human and what's robot.

This also leaves them vulnerable to loud noises such as school bells and alarms and easily irritates them.

❥ Vampire's having bad eyesight in bright areas.

Vampire's are already used to working in the dark, so when they're shoved into bright rooms or areas especially when they haven't been given time to adjust to their surroundings and are vulnerable when it comes to bright lights or flashes, temporarily blinding them.

For vampire's like V who need glasses but refuse to wear them, it gets especially bad and usually has to rely solely on echolocation because they simply cannot adjust to the light correctly.

❥ Vampire's love hanging upsidedown when they go into sleep mode!

The ceilings in the manor are usually adorned with one or more hooks per room, this way vampire's can use the hook on their tails to hook onto these hooks and secure them when they sleep upside down.

When there is no hooks available such as hanging upside down in a tree, if the branch is too thick for the vampire to safely wrap all the way around they can stab the hook much like a grappling hook into the trees wood with their sharp pointed hooked ends.

If the branch is easily hooked around the vampire can choose either to wrap the tail multiple times before safely hanging upside down, or they can loop their tail around and then hook themselves securely to their tail.

(Example Image) (I can't draw leave me alone)

❥Vampire's gift things to people they like/are interested in. 💕

This is similar to how crows will gift you something once you help them. Vampire's if they like you or are greatful to you will gift you something, either something they caught like a worker drone part if they are giving to another vampire or something they think the other would like.

Using Nuzi as an example, N found out Uzi likes cats. So every time he sees her he gifts her something cat related, whether that be a book that has/is about cats, a plush, a beanie ect because that's N's love language he loves always getting something for Uzi when he sees her.

❥ Vamps give wings cuddles!!

Vampire's who are more of the friendly type like to not only hug and cuddle but like to include their wings in the mix. (Though they do love wrapping their wings around them selves in general, like when they're hanging upside like a bat.)

People they are very close to get the privilege of wing cuddling, for example due to how close N is with both Cyn and Uzi, whenever they get the opportunity to have some cuddle time N loves to keep them close by wrapping his wings around them, sometimes even when they fall asleep in cuddly positions as well.

❥ Vampire's love showing off their wings to potential mates.

Of course the most important trait is showing off to potential mates, making sure to both receive the praise they love to hear and also wooing over the girl. Though this of course isn't very common practice, lovable goofs with a similar personality to N have tried it. N has definitely tried it on V at least once or twice on separate occasions due to his feelings towards her, and not yet towards Uzi or any other potential mates.

[That's all I can think of off the top of my head, let me know if you have any ideas!]

#murder drones #tsu's rants #glitch productions #n murder drones #murder drones au #murder drones vampire au

[starswimmingart]

So, if Sun and Moon are robots, do they need to recharge the battery every so often or do they run on some kind of battery? Do they go out according to whether it is day or night, and do they meet at sunrise and sunset or are they always together? Do they have access to the internet for searches to help them in their research or were they programmed with EVERYTHING they need? Do they have some kind of station underwater or on land of their own or do they work in a station with other humans? Can they communicate through a network even if they are far away?

Well first of all i am LOVING all of these questions, thank you so much!! I'm going to paraphrase questions but let me know if i misunderstood anything and need further clarification! 1. "Do they need to recharge/do they run on battery? When do they go out?" Sun and Moon are battery powered! I have yet to draw them, but they have solar panels both on the backs of their head plates, and that can also extend out from their chests! They go on expeditions that can last months, spending most of their time in the the ocean depths, but they regularly surface during the day hours to charge, much like a whale would surface to breathe! They dont have to be exactly ON the surface to charge though, since water is an excellent light refractor. Moon has always been better at holding a charge at night though, for some reason.. 2. "Do they separate and meet up later, or are they always together?" The two are inseparable! They were built together and are meant to be a pair working in tandem. Occasionally they might split a little to cover more ground, but they have sonars to detect each other (and other interesting things!) and will never be over a mile apart at any point. 3. "Do they connect to the internet to get data or are they pre-programmed with information? How do they communicate with each other/the researchers?" Sun and Moon are fully pre-programed with everything they need to know about the ocean! They're walking, swimming encyclopedias of knowledge, in fact they know more than most databases since they're actively out and adding to their research individually! They connect through satellite connection to their researches back on the coast. They're constantly recording (though have figured out how to turn the cameras off if they so need, secrets secrets!). To chat with each other, they can use sonar, and also something alike a Bluetooth connection! They use this to update each other on their daily discoveries. Because their connection is satellite however, there are always dead zones where they are, for the most part, completely alone. Their scientists cannot reach them in a dead zone.

#these are so much fun omg #yeah if any of you have questions about the robot bois or the selkie au in general TELL MEEE #selkie au #the selkie search #asks #sun moon #fnaf

[felisglacialis-stuff]

“like it or not, it’s here to stay”

I hear that a lot regarding the AI images. What attitude is this??

Do you say the same about the biodiversity crisis and climate change? Or war? Or any other crises?

Should you just let shit happen because “like it or not, it’s going to stay?”

Hell no. Neither do we have to accept AIs taking over everything, rendering people’s lives even shallower and soulless than they already are due to work- and stimulus-overload.

Watch this and think about this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjSxFAGP9Ss&list=LL&index=5&t=1s

Also think about “The fact that you can, doesn’t mean that you should”. In science and tech development, this line is rarely even considered (I can at least speak for scientists, as I’m one myself), let alone thought about. And even if people do think about it, then there are always those who don’t. And these will eventually prevail and whatever dangerous development they wanted, will happen nevertheless. Especially if greedy companies get hold of whatever development.

AI is presented as the inevitable next step of the human “development” step. This obsession with technological development is NOT a survival need. Then people draw the parallel with evolution. You know what evolution parallel this advancement obsession really is? The evolution of cancer. Yes, cancer cells develop from healthy cells through an evolutionary process. What does it lead to? Death. Death to the organism that the cancer develops in and death to the cancer cells themselves because they have destroyed the living organims they inhabited.

That is what humanity is doing right now with this insane obsession with “technological advancement, advancement and more advancement” which is likely leading to more human overpopulation and ever more consumption at the stark cost of life quality for everyone involved, both human and non-human.

AI in the wrong hands (where it already ended) may accelerate this consumption further thereby accelerating the descent into the dystopian matrix abyss.  Can people not be satisfied with what they HAVE? Does it have to be ever more? Or are people in such an an unhappy state of life that they believe that only more technology can fix it? Are people so desperate that they are solely convinced that this AI shit and all other kinds of advancement will make everybody happier in the end? No it will not. It will accelerate further unhappiness, leading to more burnout and depression amongst those who cannot work like a robot in a digital prison with a 24/7 flood of yet shallow stimuli while seeing their last bit of creativity now replaced by machines. Or does this more-tech-obsessed society select for only a type of people that actually CAN live like robots in a world devoid of life, biodiversity, nature and genuine creativity while those people who can’t will perish and die of stress?

When people just say “like it or not” it’s like they have surrendered to this dystopian course already. You don’t HAVE to just accept this as the inevitable. FIGHT it. For fuck’s sake, don’t use it this tech crap and the AI. Reject it. Voice your opinion. You don’t need to go with the grey masses. You don’t need to join the consumption madness. You don’t need to accept AIs taking over art, replacing artists and later every aspect of life and robbing you of all your privacy.

You don’t need more and more technology to be happy. Find happiness in small things, in LIFE in creativity, in friendship and in the living world around you.

#AI #AI art debate #technological development #madness

[randowriters]

Kiss

D&F: Hope you all like this! More to come!

This is it.

They’ve been together for a good while, and both of them have confessed their feelings to one another. It’s time…that they take the relationship to the next logical step:

Their first kiss.

The thought of it always makes Freddy blush. He had been preparing for the moment for some time. How he was going to approach DJ, what he was going to say…The glamrock bear even tried practicing for the kiss. Keyword being TRIED. With no DJ Music Man plush dolls being sold in the megaplex, Freddy had to…improvise.

He thought drawing a picture of the disc jockey's face and taping it to the large Freddy plushie would work. However, all it did was made the lead singer horribly embarrassed with every failed attempt. Plus, the paper kept falling off, so Freddy had to give up on that part of the plan. He'll just…have to wing it. When the day comes, just say a few simple words and that's it.

Act natural.

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Freddy and DJ hung out the next day, laughing about a particular subject. “…and that is why I get so nervous around confetti cannons.” The music man concluded. The robotic bear shakes his head. “I cannot believe you swallowed a whole canon like that! I did not even know that had happened!” another chuckle escapes him, “I simply thought you shooting confetti out of your mouth was a built-in feature!” The giant animatronic sheepishly scratches his cheek, “Yeah well, I was nervous about my first day here, I wanted to make sure impressed everyone, and one of the confetti cannons was already there so…” The orange glamrock smiles up at the disc jockey.

“DJ, you did not need to put yourself in such a predicament to impress anyone. Your music alone does an amazing job on that.”

“Yeah, I know that NOW, but the me back then didn’t.” DJ smirks, “I just…wanted to cover my basis, that’s all.” Freddy leans against the robotic spider. “Well, I can definitely say that it was a blast to see it.” He tells the music man. The animatronic spider immediately picks up on the pun and laughs. The lead singer’s ears twitched as the lovely tunes filled the room around them. Even when the disc jockey laughs, he creates the most wonderful music. It’s then something that the glamrock remembers something.

The kiss!

He quickly sits up. That’s right, this is the perfect time to try it! “Everything okay down there?” Freddy jumps and turns around. “Ah-yes! E-everything is fine!” He lets out a nervous laugh. Oh no, he’s making it awkward! Relax! Relax! Unfortunately, the more the bear animatronic tries to calm down the more anxious he gets. Just KNOWING that he wants his muzzle on ANY part of DJ is making him blush! Augh, that sounds so inappropriate to even say in his own head! The confuse stare from the robotic spider makes it very obvious how UNnatrual the glamrock bear is being right now!

Build up to it! Try and talk about something that can help bridge towards the kiss!

Freddy deeply inhales. “Have you ever seen the movie about the sleeping princess?!” He asked…rather loudly. The music man blinks. “You mean the one where the princess got pricked by a sewing needle, right?” he pondered aloud. Yes, they’re getting somewhere! The glamrock bear’s eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “Yes, that one! Have you seen it?!” A sad smile forms on DJ’s lips as he shakes his head. “Afraid not, kind of been stuck here, you know?” He stated. Everything comes to a crashing halt in the robotic bear’s mind.

Of course, Freddy forgets about the fact that the disc jockey is too big for the theater! Why did he bring up the movie in the first place?! The glamrock leader should have gone with something else! The deflated feeling sinks in as his gaze falls. “Ah…right.” He muttered. And Sleeping Beauty?! Why that movie?! That just makes it TOO obvious to the animatronic giant what he wants to do! Freddy covers his face with his hands to hide the deep blush.

Something’s off with Freddy. Everything was fine and dandy for a moment, but now the glamrock bear is acting strange and won’t even look at DJ. Is…is the animatronic bear sad that the music man didn’t see the movie? He glances back down at the smaller animatronic. No, that can’t be it. The disc jockey begins recalling the events prior. It started with the robotic bear sitting up so suddenly. Almost like he had just been alerted to something urgent. Then, he stuttered and kept darting his eyes to the spider animatronic. That’s when the question about the movie came.

…Wait.

DJ’s eyes squinted. The movie…Sleeping Beauty…He replays the way the lead singer kept staring at him. Or rather, the orange glamrock was staring at his…lips. The giant animatronic’s eyes grew. The weird behavior…the question…the staring…

Freddy wants to kiss DJ.

The music man can feel his cheeks heat up. Has he ever considered the action? Of course, but the robotic spider had to stop himself because this was his first relationship! He didn’t want to do anything like that without Freddy being ready! It just felt…personal! The disc jockey looks down at the embarrassed glamrock. He smirks, at least he now knows that the bear animatronic is ready. Although now that DJ thinks about it, their size difference would make the action difficult. He leans down, “Hey Freddy?”

Freddy’s head shoots up. “Yes?!” He asked. Suddenly, he felt something…soft touch the side of his head. It isn’t the music man’s finger or his cheek, the texture is far too different to be either of them. His ears pick up a soft sound, a musical note so gentle yet quiet. The spider animatronic pulls away and rests his hand in his hands. “I heard about it, though.” He winks, “And I think it’s pretty cute how she was saved.” The glamrock leader didn’t say anything. His CPU is still processing what just happened. Slowly, it begins to piece together the series of events that transpired. Adding in the little comment that DJ made, and the orange glamrock is redder than Mars.

…DJ kissed him.

DJ kissed Freddy, he ACTUALLY kissed the robotic bear. This repeats as the wide-eyed glamrock sits there, immobilized. Meanwhile, the disc jockey couldn’t help but enjoy the adorable reaction beside him. Hopefully, it doesn’t cause the glamrock bear to short circuit. He will never live with himself with that happens, even if it is funny to think about. “A-a-ah…DJ?” Freddy spoke. His wide eyes too stun to look up at the animatronic giant. The disc jockey leans down again, “Yeah?” He felt something touch his bottom lip. It was sudden, but the smooth feeling that the music man managed to identify left his entire face turning a dark shade of red.

“I…I…” The glamrock leader stares back in shock. His hands frantically wave as he stutters an explanation, “I-I-I meant to kiss you on the cheek! I did not mean to kiss you-” DJ’s mouth presses against his muzzle, silencing the orange glamrock instantly. While their contrasting sizes made the action a bit tricky, they still managed. Freddy's surprise vanishes as he eases into it, returning the gesture. The world around them didn’t matter, not for that brief moment. The kiss…felt incredible, indescribable. He wishes they could stay like this forever.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. The music man slowly pulls away, letting the sensation linger just a bit longer when their lip's part. Neither of them needs air to breathe. However, it is past time for Freddy to leave. The animatronic bear’s eyes fluttered open. DJ’s warm grin greeting him, along with tender touch to his cheek. “It’s okay, Sleeping Beauty, it was…nice.” says the spider animatronic. The lead singer’s ears wiggle wildly as a bubbling feeling grew. “DJ…” He giggled.

When the glamrock leader exits Fazcade, he was far more joyful and whimsical than he ever did in his existence. However, by the time he made it to his green room, he realized what DJ had called him. Too say that the orange glamrock became a red glamrock that day would be understatement.

#DJ Music Man #Glamrock Freddy #FNAF: SB #DJ x Freddy #DJMM x Glamrock Freddy #spacetunes #fanfiction

[autixel]

MASTERLIST OF STUFF I'VE MADE WITH MY CHARACTERS

Making this bc sometimes I post videos and tumbles won't let me edit tags on that for some reason

I have many, many ocs and some may only show up once, others will show up frequently.

The older tags are still active due to the properties of tags on videos that I haven't subverted yet, but from now on the tag will be oc tag: [insert character]

Some videos/content are not posted on Tumblr because I wasn't crossposting oc content at the time or I've since deleted the files used and cannot obtain them without reconstructing the entire video from scratch.

📽️ - video

🖼️ - image

✉️ - text

📷 - posted to instagram only (link)

The Moth Burns

CANON/SOMEWHAT CANON

✉️ 2023 edition The Moth Burns Chapter 1 "The Room"

✉️ 2023 edition The Moth Burns Chapter 2

✉️ Mordi introduction

✉️ Thalia introduction

🖼️ Badass Lueja

🖼️ Alles in the evening

📽️ "The Start vs The End" ft Mordi, Wendare

📷🖼️ Lueja in the beginning vs an end

📷🖼️ Another Mordi introduction

📽️ "Sleeping Dragon" ft Mordi and Original Defect

🖼️ Formal Alles

🖼️ The Day the Bomb Goes ft Morkla, Kailuen

🖼️ Two Robots (cw: artistic nudity, back only)

📽️ "Sister Interaction" ft. Mordi, Kailuen

🖼️ Hiding ft. Mordi, Alles

NOT CANON

📽️ "Patrick Bateman" ft Mordi, Kailuen

📽️ "Broom Closet" ft Mordi, Alles

📽️ "Calm, Reasonable Person" ft Mordi, A.95

🖼️ Corgi sitting at table

🖼️ Badass Mordi ft 2021 Mordi concept

📷📽️ Narrator Alles Games Ending (I think?) ft Mordi, Alles

📷📽️ Mordi does not like being alone with her thoughts ft Mordi

🖼️ Mordi gets caught in the rain ft Mordi and Wendare

🖼️ Mordi in the Evening ft Mordi

🖼️ Saiki K. X Mordi Kelgerin ft Mordi

📽️ "Objection" ft Mordi

🖼️ Thanksgiving 2023 ft. Mordi, Alles, Lueja, Fox, Wolf, Firebird, Wendare, Morkla, Kailuen, A.22

🖼️ Mordi drawing

🖼️ Mordi's Birthday 2024 ft Mordi

OTHER

🖼️ Wip of Calm, Reasonable Person

✉️ Wendare as the "your boyfriend" meme

📽️ Edit of Mordi and Alles

🖼️ Kailuen practice

📷📽️ Mordi spins around

📽️ wip of Sleeping Dragon ft Mordi and Original Defect

🖼️ Scrapped Mordi Birthday sketch (screenshot)

🖼️ Original Defect practice

Me infodumping in the tags about my stories, may not be fully cohesive

Parallel between Alles and Mordi

A difference between Alles and Mordi

*see ✉️Mordi intro for whole run-down on The Moth Burns

Unsorted

Stardew Valley

🖼️ Cat Ears ft Farmer [74] [337], autixel

🖼️ sdv pet "Crow"

Miscellaneous OCs

🖼️ concept art for Seynar, Casey, Robbykins, and a witch

🖼️ Adult Thalia ft. Thalia

🖼️ Sadie (Mecha magical girl) concept art ft. Sadie

🖼️ Angel and Hellcat: Interaction ft. Hellcat, Angel, Archangel

✉️ Character Introductions ft. Brightline, Daystrider, Vihreä

#mordi moment #thalia time #oc tag: lueja #oc tag: mordi #oc tag: kailuen #oc tag: alles #oc tag: thalia #oc tag: corgi #oc tag: wendare #tagging every bitch on this post #oc tag: A.95 #this message was brought to you by autixel #oc tag: original defect #oc tag: firebird #oc tag: sadie #oc tag: archangel #oc tag: angel #oc tag: hellcat #oc tag: seynar #oc tag: casey #oc tag: robbykins

[fusionboltzgx]

Electrified Thoughts

    I suck at titles ^^'

Characters: Lee!Bolty, Ler!Mouse, Ler!Cammy     Words: 1,265 WARNING: This is a tickle fic! If that kind of stuff isn't your jam, don't read!

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     'Another one to add to the pile,' the ball of plasma thought to themselves as they tossed a crumpled up piece of paper into a large pile of crumpled up papers.  Usually, Bolty was good at designing things, but today they just couldn't seem to get anything to look right.  A few days ago, they were commissioned by one of their roommates, Cammy, to build her a set of robotic arms.

     The roboticist grabbed another piece of blueprint paper and began sketching out yet another pair of arms.  They weren't even 10 seconds into the drawing when the tip of their pencil broke, causing great frustration to them.  The ball of plasma groaned in frustration and tossed their pencil onto their desk, only for it to ricochet off of it and hit them square in the face.  With their face buried in their hands, they let out a muffled scream.  They were just so tired.  They were just so stressed.  They wished they could just vanish right here and now.

     Bolty slowly floated down to the ground and curled up, letting out muffled sobs as their face was still obscured by their hands.  How could they be the great roboticist everyone thought they could be when they weren't even confident in their own abilities?  Would Cammy be upset with them that they were taking too long with her arms?  What if she and Mouse wanted to move out because of it?  Bolty couldn't even stand that thought; they cannot bear thinking about them leaving them all alone.  They banged their fist against the ground in frustration as more thoughts like these played in their head.

     Their thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knock at their basement's door.  Upon hearing the noise, they quickly tried to compose themselves as they got up and floated to the door.  Once they got to the door and opened it, they were greeted by none other than Mouse and Cammy.  Oh no.  Were they here to check on the status of Cammy's arms?  No!  They can't be!  They cannot be allowed to see that they made little to no progress!  After that final thought, they quickly shut the door and put their back to it to keep it from opening.  Oh gosh, why did they do that to them?!

     "Uh, Bolty?" came Mouse's voice from the other side of the door, but there wasn't a hint of anger in it.  "Are you alright?  Cammy and I heard screaming and wanted to check in on you."

     The ball of plasma took a second to compose themselves and flew off to get their tablet.  Once they made it back to the door, they began to type out on their tablet to communicate with the two.

     'Yeah!  I'm totally alright!  No need to worry about me!'  Gosh, they suck at lying.  They face-palmed as they heard a pair of sighs from behind the door.

     “No, Bolty,” Cammy began.  “You’re not fine.  Please let us in.”  Her voice sounded genuinely concerned and not upset, so Bolty felt comfortable to open the door for the two.  Bolty gave a small wave as the gaming mouse and security camera let themselves in.  The trio then walked over to a table and sat down at it.

     Cleansey, the robotic vacuum cleaner that Bolty made, was making its way around the table, cleaning up any food scraps and crumbs that may have been down there.  Cleansey then bumped into Mouse’s chair, letting out a robotic ‘whoops’ that Cammy giggled at.

     “So,” Mouse’s slightly auto-tuned voice broke Bolty out of their thoughts.  “Spill it; what’s on your mind?”  Bolty let out a sigh as they grabbed their tablet to respond.  The two looked at them with concern as they took an unusually long time to respond.

     ‘I just, I’ve been so stressed out lately that I’m having a hard time focusing on things, things like your arms, Cammy.  I’m trying my hardest to get them done, truly I am!  Things have just been so hard for me lately.  I’m so sorry if I let you down…’

     Mouse’s RGB patterns and eyes turned blue and Cammy’s singular eye dimmed a bit upon hearing Bolty’s words.  The two went up to the living bolt and gave them a hug, or leaning against them in Cammy’s case, not minding the slight electric shocks they were giving off.  Bolty, caught off guard, took a moment to process what was going on before hugging the two back.  They weren’t going to lie and say that this didn’t feel nice; they’ve been so touch-starved lately that they forgot what it was like to be hugged.

     Mouse was so caught up in the hug that they didn’t notice their tail lightly brush up against Bolty’s hand, causing the bolt to let out a squeak as they pulled both of their hands back.

     “Bolty, ya good?” came Cammy’s response to the bolt’s strange reaction.  She looked at their face, only to find them slightly blushing as they averted their gaze from the two.  Mouse let out a slightly-auto tuned giggle as they turned to face the security camera.

     “Yeah, Cammy, they’re fine, just a bit ticklish is all,” Mouse simply said, giving a smug look at Bolty, who let out a squeak as they looked away.  If Cammy had a mouth, it would be agape right now; she’d never guess that someone like Bolty would be ticklish.

     “How can a ball of plasma be ticklish?!”

     “Not sure, but I sure am going to take advantage of this to get them out of this rut they’re in!”  Mouse exclaimed before pouncing at Bolty, bringing them down to the floor.  Before Bolty could react, Mouse began to scribble their paws on their stomach, causing the bolt to let out adorable little giggles.

     Cammy just stood there astounded; she’s never really heard Bolty laugh before, only slight chuckles at things they found funny on the internet or television.  She looked at Mouse who then looked at her, waving her over with their tail.

     “Come join in on the fun, Cams!” they exclaimed as they wrapped their tail around one of Bolty’s wrists to hold it still for Cammy.  The security camera came up to the two and began to wiggle the tip of her tail on Bolty’s palm.

     Bolty SCREAMED.

     “Hee hee!  Tickle tickle little Bolty!~”  Mouse sing-songed as the bolt thrashed around under their hold.

     “NAHAHAHAHA!  PL-PLEAHAHAHAHA!  EHEHEHEHAHAHA!”  the bolt struggled to attempt to speak through their hysterics, much to the amusement of Mouse and Cammy, as Cammy began sending out little shocks from the tip of her tail.

     After what felt like an eternity to Bolty, the two finally stopped their tickly attack.  The bolt greedily sucked in air as they adjusted their glasses, which became askew in the attack.  Slightly wheezing due to their breathing difficulties, Bolty got up and got their tablet, which they were lucky to leave on the table.

     “Feeling better, Bolty?”  Mouse asked as Bolty looked at the two, an unreadable expression on their face as they began typing out a response.

     ‘I am feeling better, thank you for asking :D.  However, don’t think you two are getting out of here without a little revenge.~’  Bolty gave an evil grin to the two as the last sentence was read out, causing the two electronic objects to gulp in fear.

     “H-huh?!”  Cammy stuttered.

     “He-hey now, Bolty.  We can talk about this!”  Mouse said while fearfully backing up.

     Needless to say, the house was filled with loud, boisterous laughter for the rest of the night.

#boltz writes #i was so flustered making this AHSJFLHASJFH

[alterrune]

Operations Hounds Slumber

Mission 6:

Location: Alaska

With the info you acquired from the blackjacks and our scout team, we’ve found info on their next plan. They plan on using dark energy weapons, specifically a black hole cannon, to destroy GEOGRAMS base and the Toppat Station, we cannot let that happen. Intel says that they plan on firing the weapon at their base of operations, a tall tower. We will be launching an all out assault on the tower and their safehouses across the globe.

Complications:

No Air Support: The Blackjacks set up anti-air defenses, so we won’t be able to send in any air support to assist you, so you’ll have to enter by foot.

Chaotic: The tower is filled to the brim with The Warlords of the Blackjack's squadron operatives, don’t expect any place to be safe, because you’ll have enemies coming from all directions.

Automated Defenses: The Blackjacks set up robotics and turrets in the tower.

2 Hours: The Dark Matter cannon will fire in 2 hours, so you have 2 hours to stop them.

Elevators Disabled: All elevators in the tower have been disabled, so you’ll have to go up 100 floors to the roof.

Achievement for completion: Full House

(Before we begin, I just wanna apologize for the delay on this one, guys. I got a tad bit distracted. Anyways, enjoy the conclusion to Operation: Hounds Slumber at long last! -K)

CHAPTER 2, ACT 11: FINAL GAMBLE

(The 5 of us go in guns blazing, hitting anything that moves. We make it up 100 floors before---)

(BANG!!!)

(Alter, Violet, Ellie and Henry are all knocked out unconsious via a frying pan to the back of the head! Before I can be knocked out too, however, I grab the frying pan and slam it down onto the perpetrator's head.)

Well, well, well. Your stupid OCs are down for the count.

Looks like you're all alone now.

Nick, Justin, why the hell are you doing this?! You don't normally act like this, what the hell is going on?!

(Suddenly, Nick and Justin grab my shirt collar, with a look of genuine fear on their faces.)

Kyle, listen to us very carefully here. You have to help us, man. These assholes have taken this too far. We only wanted to protect you, not DESTROY you.

But if we disobey their orders, they'll activate a damn chip they surgically installed into our hearts and burn us from the inside out.

Why didn't you just say so?

(I quickly use Storyteller and write "Blackjack Leader Painless Microchip Removal Device", which spawns in a glove that I put on my hand and it magically takes the incendiary chip out of their bodies. I then clench my hand into a fist, and it crushes them.)

Thank you. Now, then, let's destroy this cannon!

(Me and my brothers then successfully destroy the black hole cannon with sledgehammers...but that draws the attention of an unwanted guest.)

Nicholas Zingone and Justin Gibbons...just what do you think you are doing?

We're done taking orders from you, asshole. We should've realized Kyle was in the right this whole time.

So be it.

(Arase presses the button to activate the chips...but nothing happens!)

What the---?! Why isn't it working?!

Kyle took out those chips you put in us, Arase. It's over. We're not working for you anymore. We'll be working for GEOGRAM now.

NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!!!

(Arase leaps at the three of us, but something slashes at him before he can hit us!)

Missed us, boys?

Violet! Glad to see you and the others are okay!

(Arase gets back up, a deep, bloody gash now across his face...and one of his eyeballs sliced clean out.)

Argh...fuck me...where'd my eye go?

You mean this?

(I drop it onto the ground and stomp on it with all my might, turning it to mush and causing Arase to lose any chance of it being reattached.)

NOOOOO!!!

(Arase drops to the floor, defeated.)

Goodbye, Arase-hole.

It sure as hell has not been fun.

(Me and the rest of the CSB, along with Justin and Nicholas, walk out, having finally completed our mission.)

🎇HOUNDS SLUMBER COMPLETE!!!🎆

New Achievement: Full House

DISPLAYING ACT EPILOUGE #1:

(We all return to the GEOGRAM base, with Justin and Nick in tow.)

Guys! Congrats on a job well done! I can't wait to---wait, why are your brothers here?! And not restrained, at that!!!

Calm down, Laurence. We're on your side now.

Kyle told us about you, by the way.

He also told us about Aaron, Adam and Lily. Considering Kyle told us about how nice they are, we'd like to meet them.

Sure. Glad to hear you're on our side now, you two.

Trust me, the feeling's mutual.

(We all head for Laurence's family members, intent on showing them my newly reformed brothers.)

END OF ACT EPILOUGE #1

BEGINNING ACT EPILOUGE #2...

(We see Arase on a medical table, with Sarah Kelso looking over the damage.)

So how's it looking, kiddo?

Not good, I'm afraid. Looks like you won't be able to see out of the eyesocket on your left ever again, Dad.

Well, you can't just leave me with an empty eye socket!

I know. That's why I have this glass eye. Unfortunately, it doesn't have cybernetics or anything, it's just a regular glass eye.

Listen, I'll take what I can get. Eyepatches look cool, but the other people I work with may not agree with me on that.

Okay, here goes...UMPH!

(With an odd "pop" sound, Arase's new glass eye is placed into his skull. He knows the gash will form a scar, but he knows that something like that would just make him look even tougher. He hops off of the examination table, walks out of the medbay, and heads to the confrence room, intent on talking with the other faction leaders about the next operation to initiate.)

END OF ACT EPILOUGE #2

END OF ACT 11 EPLOUGES

#altering the outcome #ask irl!alterrune #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion #operation: hounds slumber #operation: hounds slumber complete! #end of chapter two act eleven

[kkoumiii]

How your alone time can be beneficial for your well-being? 🪔

Check where is the ruler of your 12th House. To find your 12H ruler, you need to look at the sign of your 12H cusp and then find its ruling planet, so let’s say your 12H starts in Gemini, you should check in which house your Mercury is!

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 1H:

Take time for yourself and cleanse your energy. You need time to recharge by taking a real moment for you and by that, I mean removing every potential disturbance and not doing anything else but sitting and breathing, or at least relaxing. You don’t need to always go the extra mile, productivity is a concept created by society, tricking us into thinking that not doing anything is a waste of time. But spending time on yourself is necessary for your well-being and it is only a waste if you choose to give it this meaning. Looking for new ways to take a break from responsibilities and let off steam can be as rewarding as working towards your goals! And think about it, you cannot be as efficient as you would like to be if you’re exhausted and don’t listen to your needs. In conclusion: find what fulfills you and stick to it whenever you need to take a break. You may even develop skills you would have never expected before!

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 2H:

Have you ever considered clearing out what doesn’t benefit you anymore? It can be anything, whether it’s going through your closet, getting rid of bad habits, cutting toxic relationships, reassessing your thought pattern… At this point, it would be great for you to reappraise your life. Are you happy at the moment? If not, why aren’t you? What could you do to change the situation? Maybe you should even think about what happiness truly means to you. Happiness is a point of view, it can be found within yourself, not in the outside world. You’re the one decided if you want to be content with your life or not. Everything out there is temporary, so stick to what is truly valuable to you. Don’t forget to be thankful for everything you already have and what you have achieved so far. Oh and of course, it’s okay to indulge in your guilty pleasure every now and then, just enjoy this moment.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 3H:

Do you wish you had an “off button” on your brain sometimes? I get you and I know it’s hard to turn down the volume of this critical inner voice when it decides to take space. But maybe you could actually turn it to your advantage by releasing it through any form of expression: it can be writing, drawing, recording yourself, making a speech to yourself (I mean, why not?) give free rein to your vivid imagination! You may have sudden ideas here and there, maybe it’s time to make something out of them? This rich inner world is a goldmine you should take time to explore, and this need for mental stimulation is a blessing since it’s the fuel to your curiosity. But you have every right to distract your mind by doing something that doesn’t require a lot of mental stimulation if you need a time out. You could also enjoy activities that necessitate meticulousness with your hands rather than your brain!

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 4H:

This is the perfect moment to relax and make things that bring back good memories to you. Take this moment to put all your guard down, let go off all the weight you’re carrying and take time to actually feel all the emotions you might be repressing. Listen to your needs and desires, make peace with what burdens you and don’t forget that this is YOUR moment. No disturbance accepted. It’s nice to help others but you better take care of yourself first if you want to be as effective as possible. Your serenity is priceless. You’re not a robot and it’s completely okay to take a break, there’s no feeling guilty about it. Cherish this moment, pamper yourself as the royalty you are, and surround yourself with comforting and reassuring items. Remember that you’re precious, you’re loved and appreciated for who you are and everything you do.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 5H:

Being alone might not always sound fun, but you can actually make it fun by finding new interests or immersing yourself in those you already have! Try to find beauty in everything you see. There’s beauty everywhere and it’s up to you to see it. Or you can also create it by bringing your ideas to life. Your creations aren’t always meant to be seen by everyone. You can keep them to yourself like a treasure because it’s what they are, everything you pour your heart, soul, and mind into is gold. This would also be a good time to reconnect with your inner child and do things that bring you joy, no matter how childish or silly they might look like. Even if you want to put on a whole show by yourself, do it! Consider this extra moment as a time to shine, you are your best public. We all have a secret garden and yours feels like an amusement park, it brings this endless spark into your life. Keep nurturing this youthful energy, it’s precious!

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 6H:

This is the time to do once and for all the tasks you tend to procrastinate. Yes, it is annoying but think about it: by not doing them, you keep them at the back of your mind and they remain as an extra burden even though you already have a lot of things in mind. But once you get over them, you can fully enjoy your free time! And I know how much you deserve it. There’s a fine line between being a hard-worker and overworking yourself, that’s why you very much need some time off. Watch out for your physical and mental health, regenerate by giving space to what comforts you, whether it’s nature, animals, loved ones, favorite items, specific habits, a good meal, exercises… The world won’t stop spinning if you take a break from your responsibilities for awhile. This alone time may be good to reevaluate what’s preoccupying you and find ways to be more at peace with yourself. Remember: one day at a time.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 7H:

Your energy is precious and you don’t have to prioritize others’ well-being over yours. You deserve as much respect and dedication as anyone else so take this alone time to treat yourself as good as you treat others, and I dare to say, treat you even better. It’s fun to have people around, but it can easily become draining if you don’t set limits. The thing is, we all mirror each other without realizing it, and sometimes, it confronts you to parts of yourself you would rather dismiss. But whether you like it or not, this is part of yourself for a reason. We’re all made of light and shadow attributes, because one cannot exist without the other. So during your alone time, learn to tame yourself, and make peace with your demons. You don’t have to be perfect to be loved, and you specially don’t need to keep up the façade when you’re alone, you’re just in a solo date with the person that can cherish you the most, aka you. Much love.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 8H:

When you’re alone, it might feel like it’s the time to hibernate and cut yourself out of the world. You go through a lot, you feel a lot, and it’s time to learn from your experiments. But you don’t need to constantly suffer to grow up even though in the daily life, you have no choice but to face your fears. But remember, you’re not your fears and you’re capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. This time is yours, celebrate yourself as a whole, with all your flaws but also each tiny part you love about yourself. Escape your worries with something that allows you to fully immerse yourself and concentrate. It may also be good to step out of your comfort zone, no matter what it means to you. You can try something new that may eventually spark a new interest, or do something you’re originally afraid to initiate. You don’t need to be on guard when you’re alone, just do what your heart is drawn to.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 9H:

Your thirst for knowledges and experiments is remarkable and I want you to preserve this spark inside, because it is really precious when you start to feel hopeless. You always find new ways to learn from life or create experiences when it starts to get boring. Life offers you so much discovery, whether it’s in the outside world or within yourself, you’re a traveler. When you feel trapped, take a moment to reevaluate everything you have experimented so far, and you will eventually realize how much you grew up. The contrast between the hustle and bustle of life and your alone time may be striking, sometimes it can become nerve-wracking, but you don’t need to live life in the fast lane to appreciate it, you can even learn from the silence and enjoy it. You have so many things to share with the world and your excitement is contagious, but don’t forget that everyone is going at its own pace so for the meantime, nurture your own secret garden.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 10H:

Do you have this specific goal in mind you want to achieve for quite some time now, but you don’t actually take the time to fully focus on it? Well, let go of all the expectations the outside world is putting onto your shoulders, and do what feels right for you and you only! Commit to your personal goals and make sure to enjoy the process, your hard work will pay off. You could even keep a record of your progress and if it motivates you, share it with the people that support you! If you want to step out of your comfort zone, take it one step at a time, and don’t focus too much on the end result because it might become frustrating if you feel like you’re not making tremendous progress quickly. Life’s a marathon, not a sprint, and it’s not a competition neither. After all, you’re not infallible, so be proud of yourself and everything you’ve done so far, you’re stronger than you think.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 11H:

Do you feel like life gets dull when you have no goals to achieve nor dreams to fulfill? You know, it’s okay to be at a standstill in your life, it’s not supposed to be exciting all the time. Sometimes, you need to take a moment to reevaluate what you really want and what is the real meaning behind your actions. You have strong values and I get that it’s important for you to respect them. But don’t forget that you’re constantly evolving and no matter where you’re at, you have every right to dream big. No matter if it seems unachievable or insane, if it gives you enough faith and strength to keep going, follow this light. Therefore, take this alone time to think about what you want to value the most in your life and what you want to focus on. Which path would fulfill you the most and for what reasons? And in case you need a little help, feel free to turn to the people around you, they could greatly inspire you.

🕯 Ruler of the 12H in the 12H:

You’re probably willing to remain alone for a moment, because you’re aware of how important it is to take a moment to reflect and be with yourself. You need to clear things out or else you can be overwhelmed by the amount of information you absorb all day long. You’re often overstimulated by all the signals life is sending to you and you need to isolate for a moment to disconnect yourself from reality. Use this precious time to do everything that helps you get your energy back and find a way to ground yourself. All the stimulus aren’t meant to get a reaction out of you, so let go of what doesn’t serve you. When a situation starts to weigh heavily on you, listen to your intuition and make sure to surround yourself with good energies. If it’s something you shouldn’t be carrying, life will throw a spanner in the works till you get the message, so don’t ignore the warnings. What is meant for you will come, claim this energy.

You're all precious 🧡

- kkօմตííí ❁

#astrology #12h #ruler of the 12h #astrology thoughts #astrology notes #astro notes #1st house #2nd house #3rd house #4th house #5th house #6th house #7th house #8th house #9th house #10th house #11th house #12th house #house rules

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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Yan Diluc, Childe, Kaeya & Zhongli / Darling Saying “I hate you.”

Warnings: Suggestive themes and typical unhealthy yandere behavior. Note: sometimes in life we just gotta suffer,

Diluc had told himself that this was for your own good.

That’s what gave him the ability to rest at night -- while holding the knowledge of all the freedoms he’s taken from you -- that you are safe. There’s air in your lungs, healthy color to your cheeks, and life shining brightly in your eyes. It’d be selfish to ask for anything more, he would reason. This is good enough, is what he’d think, not fully sure if he believed the creed himself. 

Now he knows those words were but a lie to cover a gaping wound in his heart.

He gazes at you now, his hand reaching out, only to stop when you flinch away. The reality that he tried so desperately to push down has risen to the surface, your turmoil not easily ignored. Diluc needs to remain steadfast as he considers hesitation an insult. Certainly, he is low for holding you here against your will, but it’d be that much worse if he started questioning himself. 

“I know,” is the strained answer he arrives at. You hear the pain in his voice, how the words were all but pried from him. “I’ve always known.” 

“Then why?” You plead, exasperation pushing you past the limit. His head is hung low for once, unable to meet your scrutinizing gaze, instead taking an acute interest in the wooden floorboard beneath his feet. 

It brings him back to his childhood, like a kid being scolded for an illogical grievance against their sibling. Your question strikes deep and close to the heart. His answer comes fast, almost robotic, as if he’s practiced it in the mirror countless times.

“For your safety.”

And so you won’t leave like everyone else has.

Exchanging thinly veiled antagonism behind the guise of banter has always thrilled Childe. This game the two of you play, he wouldn’t change it for the world, deriving too much satisfaction in your flustered reactions. Every day is spent thinking about when he’ll get to see you next, what words might bring out the cutest expressions. 

The manner you deliver the line is frigid and he can’t help but be reminded of  Snezhnaya’s climate. For a fleeting moment, it stings, like snowflakes against bare skin. If there’s anything Childe excels at, it’s warding off the cold. He laughs, once, twice, face illuminated with uncanny elation. 

You watch in disbelief as he treats your honest admission as nothing but a joke. There’s nothing you can think to say to describe the frustration that grows in the depths of your soul, Childe’s response encapsulating exactly why you said it in the first place. Half of you considers leaving him where he stands, but you know better, he’d follow after you relentlessly. A Fatui Harbinger’s ability to spot and track their prey cannot be understated.

When his laughter starts to settle down, he speaks. “So the truth comes out, hm?” 

Childe stalks towards you, sporting a wolf-like grin that sends shivers down your spine, every step you take back not enough to increase the space between you two. Eventually, your back hits the wall. Childe takes advantage of your lack of escape, taking your chin in his hand and placing his arm by your head. At that moment, it’s impossible to ignore the looming height difference, though he leans down to look at you closer.

“Hate me all you want,” he hums, his voice dipping lower with each syllable. “But I’m not going anywhere, ever, so keep that in mind. And who knows?”

Childe winks at you.

“Maybe I have a thing for being degraded.”

To be looked at with suspicion is nothing new to Kaeya. Everyone has their own reasons for doing so, whether it be to his cunning nature creating suspicion, or his country of origin. Though, he admits, your reasoning is far more personal than that. After all, his schemes have sent you into a whirlwind of misfortune. 

Kaeya moves back, observing how your chest rises and falls with each labored breath, the way you refuse to look him in the eye. He’s quietly grateful that your former entangled position didn’t grant you the ability to see his face, as shock undoubtedly must’ve crossed over it. Moment’s later, he’s collected, in control of every twitch and crease of his expression. 

“Hm, while I never excelled in my linguistics tutoring, I think I’m familiar enough with the word hate to draw a different conclusion,” Kaeya nods to your discarded clothes on the floor, to which you flush even brighter than before. “Is that what you’d call this? You were throwing yourself at me just a few seconds ago, y’know.” 

He’s getting under your skin on purpose. You know this, seeing the trap he’s laid out without even trying to hide it, yet still fall for it to defend yourself.

“Where else am I supposed to go, when no one even looks me in the eye anymore?” You challenge, wiping the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand. Kaeya hums, considering your inquiry, fingers rubbing circles into your skin as he does so. The contact makes your mind hazy, being deprived of physical contact having done a toll on you. To come to him for comfort is a blow to your pride.

“Your hand could’ve always helped with that, but you still chose mine.” Kaeya smiles, ducking down to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck. You decide not to honor him with any further response. It feeds into his ego and that’s the last thing you want, so you close your eyes and sigh. 

He pauses for a brief moment, not willing to let it go. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. I’ll always find a way to make time for you.” 

Zhongli places his cup of tea down onto the table, outward reaction schooled and giving nothing away. It’s a pathetic, last-ditch attempt to earn an emotional response, even you know this. From how he whispers archaic prose into your ear about his love and adoration for you, you were expecting at least... something. A frown, furrowed eyebrows, pain in his amber eyes. Anything. 

His visage remains unchanging. You drum your fingers against the table, narrowing your eyes and jutting your bottom lip out. It took you weeks to work up the courage to tell him this! Indignation and embarrassment blossom inside your chest, threatening to suffocate you. Any other time he’s talkative, but for some reason, he’s decided to take some vow of silence now. 

You perk up expectantly when he clears his throat. 

“It was never in the terms of our contract for you to have positive feelings towards me,” Zhongli decides, raising the cup to his lips and blowing. “Though, if I might add, I would personally like it if you did.” 

Maybe it would’ve been better if he stayed silent after all. There’s no validation to be found in his taciturn response, no substance to appease your burning frustration. The word contract sticks out like a sore thumb. Petty as it might be to continue this exchange, you feel vindicated enough to do just that.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the correct term would be marriage, not contract.”

“Are the two not one and the same? You’ve pledged yourself eternally to be my significant other, in the same way a contract binds two parties together.” Zhongli watches how you slide down into your seat dejectedly. Attempting to start an argument with Zhongli was akin to yelling at a brick wall, you decide.

“Don’t act so proud of yourself for swindling my parents into believing you’re an upstanding person.” 

His lips quirk up for the briefest of moments.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the term would be negotiating, not swindling.” 

You leave him to eat his breakfast alone. 

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Penny Polendina alludes to Astro Boy - and how this allusion foreshadows Penny’s eventual resurrection

Some of you may remember my first post in which I compared Penny and Astro Boy, with a specific focus on the version of Astro from the 2009 3D animated film (if not, you can read it here, but I'll be repeating everything stated there anyway). In the month or two since I first made that post, more and more parallels have start to pop up, with one of those parallels matching one of our most popular theories and foreshadowing Penny's upcoming resurrection.

In order to write this, I went through and watched the entire film, taking notes as I went. I'm not going to include every single detail that I noticed, only the things that seem the most relevant and can be put together in a single post in a comprehensive manner. Believe me when I say that I've thought about this a lot, and the sheer amount of parallels and connections (and the fact that I'm not the only one to notice these connections) has lead me to believe that this has been done intentionally. 

With that being said, I'm only going to focus on the Astro Boy film from 2009 - the Astro Boy franchise is massive, going back to the first manga coming out in 1952 with a few different adaptations and reboots with different versions of the story, and I just don't have the time to go through all of those. As such, I'm going to be focusing on the movie, due to the fact that it has the highest amount of parallels to both Penny specifically, and RWBY as a whole.

So, let's get into this.

Worldbuilding

Metro City and the Surface - Atlas and Mantle

One of the reasons I've decided to focus on the film in particular is due to the nature of the film's setting. Astro Boy (2009) takes place in two locations - Metro City, and the Surface.

According to the opening of the film, Metro City was created when the people who would become the founders of the city noticed the world changing for the worse, and responded by taking part of the land and lifting it into the sky, creating a floating city - the opening voiceover refers to it as "an oasis, a floating paradise". Everybody else is left behind on what is referred to as the Surface, left to fend for themselves while the people of Metro City largely ignore their existence.

The parallels to Atlas and Mantle are crystal clear. Atlas and Metro City are both set up as a beautiful city above the clouds, meant to serve as an inspiration for the rest of the world. In reality, it's a place where the rich and privileged can live in comfort while shunning the poor. Meanwhile, down in Mantle/on the Surface, people are suffering and struggling to get by. Additionally, both 'surface' and 'mantle' are words that are associated with the ground.

The Blue Core (and the Red Core) - Penny's soul and Maiden powers.

Another concept that is (as far as my research shows at least) unique to the film is the Blue Core and the Red Core.

The Blue Core is a small sphere that is filled with pure positive energy, referred to as Blue Core Energy. It was created by Dr. Elefun, made from the fragments of a star that no longer exists - meaning that the Blue Core is all that's left, and cannot be recreated. This is reminiscent of how Pietro has no more aura left to spare, and thus is unable to give any more of his soul to Penny like he did the first time she died. In this allusion, the Blue Core is representative of Penny's soul and the power of the Winter Maiden.

When the Blue Core was created, there was also a byproduct - the Red Core. Essentially, it's the same thing as the Blue Core, but with negative energy instead of positive. If the Blue Core and the Red Core make contact, they both die - this is relevant later.

You could compare the Red Core to Watts’ virus, due to the way that it causes a robot to have red eyes and that it coming into contact with the Blue Core destroys them both.

Character Parallels

Before I get into this properly, I wanna give a quick side note. While Astro matches up to Penny perfectly, things get a little bit messier with the others in that we have a case of characters taking on multiple roles. However, this is far from unheard of in RWBY - let's not forget about how Blake represents both Belle and the Beast, Yang is sometimes the Beast to Blake's Belle, and Adam is an amalgamation of every antagonistic force in Beauty and the Beast. It's far from uncommon for a character to allude to multiple characters from the same allusion, or vice versa, which is what we see with some of the characters in this allusion as well.

Astro - Penny Polendina

Unsurprisingly, Astro himself is our parallel to Penny.

After the death of his son Toby, Dr. Tenma rebuilds his son as a robot, using the Blue Core as his energy source. The Blue Core is stated to be unpredictable, and it's this that makes Astro who he is, what makes him unique from every other robot. As stated earlier, the Blue Core represents Penny's soul (and the Winter Maiden powers that are attached to it). When the Blue Core dies - and Astro dies with it - and Dr. Elefun is asked if he can be rebuilt, the answer is 'no' because the Core was unique and can't be remade - just like Penny's soul.

While Astro appears perfectly human on the surface, he's fitted with as much self-defence technology as Tenma could fit in him. The most iconic of these upgrades (and the only one that's consistent across every single version of Astro throughout the franchise) is the rocket boots. He even flies in a very similar way to Penny - pay attention to the posing, especially with the legs.

When Astro starts making friends with humans on the Surface, he conceals the fact that he's a robot, afraid of what they'll think of him when they learn he's not human. This matches up to Penny initially hiding the fact that she's not human, seeing herself as 'not a real girl'.

Astro has two father figures - Dr. Elefun and Dr. Tenma. Similarly, Penny has two father figures - Pietro and Ironwood.

During the climax of the film, Metro City starts to fall out of the sky and back down to the Surface. This is a parallel to two seperate moments in RWBY. The most obvious one is when Atlas is falling onto Mantle after the Staff of Creation is used. However, I think this scene more closely resembles the scene from Amity in which Amity Tower begins to fall.

When Astro sees that Metro City is falling, he immediately flies in to hold it up, despite the incredible strain it puts on him. This is a direct parallel to how Penny flew in to hold up Amity Tower.

Astro pushes himself to the limit when he holds up Metro City, to the point where the flames from his boots burn so brightly that they turn blue - oh hey, doesn't that look familiar?

Astro also demonstrates self-sacrificial tendencies at a few points in the film. When he's captured in order to have his Blue Core taken out and placed into another robot, he simply accepts it, saying that "I think maybe this is what's supposed to happen...this is my destiny". This becomes a lot more interesting when you remember that the Blue Core is representative of Penny's soul and Maiden powers. Astro giving himself up to President Stone (the film's main antagonist who later ends up in a sort of 'fusion' with the Red Core) so that Stone can use the Blue Core could be a reference to the virus making Penny want to give herself up to Ironwood so that he can use her soul to open the vault - especially if we believe that the Red Core is connected to the virus in some way.

Near the end of the film, in the fight against the fusion of President Stone and a giant robot containing the Red Core (it's a long story, I'll get to it later in the post), Astro makes the decision to sacrifice his own life in order to destroy both the Red Core and the Blue Core, saying “this is what I was created for” and saving the lives of everybody else in the process. I doubt I need to explain how "choosing to die in order to protect other people" relates back to Penny in Volume 8.

At the end of the film, and in the rest of the Astro Boy franchise as a whole, Astro takes it upon himself to be the protector of Metro City (and technically the Surface, but since Metro City has fallen, they're not exactly seperate locations anymore...). 'Robotic guardian of a city who's seen as a hero by the people' - you don't get much more obvious of a connection to the Protector of Mantle than that.

Additional details that may not be intentional but I still noticed anyway;

- Dr. Elefun describes as Astro by saying "That robot had more humanity than most of us". At this point, there's been many moments that affirm Penny's humanity - "You have an aura, Penny. A soul. That's who you are - our friend. Not a machine", "Her soul is who she is", the fact that she was able to receive the Maiden powers, all of these moments affirm that Penny has always been just as human as anybody else. This is also contrasted against Ironwood (and, for a while, Winter), who act more machine than human.

- Astro is actually rather heavily trans-coded. Penny is also trans-coded, but this is mostly likely a coincidence that happened as a result of the inherent transness of robots

- Elefun tells Astro that he's "not actually an entirely ordinary boy", which is reminiscent of Ruby describing Penny as "she's...not your typical girl."

- The shape of Penny's bow (the way that it sticks out more on one side while the other side is more vertical) looks similar to the shape of Astro's hair (this one was pointed out to me by @cosmokyrin​ when I mentioned this theory in the Frosen Steel server)

Dr. Elefun - Pietro Polendina

Dr. Elefun is one of Metro City's top scientists, and one of Astro's father figures. He is soft-spoken and gentle, a dreamer but a genius. In terms of personality alone, he's a pretty good match with Pietro. He's also the one who created the Blue Core, which draws a direct parallel to Pietro creating Penny's soul from part of his.

Dr. Elefun is the first person to truly see Astro as who he truly is. Dr. Tenma expects Astro to be a replacement for Toby, and is disappointed when he isn't. Similarly, everybody else sees Astro as a robot just like any other at first - an advanced robot, but nothing more than a robot. But Dr. Elefun gives him genuine praise, and encourages Astro to live his life and find his place in the world, just like how Pietro tells Penny that he wants to see her live her life.

It's also worth noting that in most other versions of Astro Boy, Elefun takes the role of Astro's primary caregiver after Dr. Tenma no longer wants him.

President Stone - James Ironwood

President Stone is the current political leader of Metro City. For the entire film, his entire focus is on combat and military strength, and on multiple occasions he actively expresses his intention to start a war with the Surface. He believes that the best way to get re-elected is with a show of military force and violence.

His primary goal throughout the film is to have Astro destroyed in order to retrieve the Blue Core and use it for his own gain. This is a direct parallel to Ironwood's goal in Volume 8 - to hunt down Penny and have her use her Maiden power to open the vault, and destroy herself.

Stone wants to use the Blue Core in order to power a specialised combat robot, ironically called the Peacekeeper. When Astro continues to escape his clutches, he decides to use the Red Core to power the Peacekeeper instead, but it doesn't completely go as planned. The Peacekeeper is equipped with what the film calls 'adaptive technology' - it's capable of absorbing anything it makes contact with into its own body.

And I do mean anything

After Stone is absorbed by the Peacekeeper, he's in full control of it - essentially the Peacekeeper is nothing more than a metal outer shell. President Stone has become a fusion of man and machine.

Dr. Tenma - both Pietro Polendina AND James Ironwood (a bit more Pietro than Ironwood but it's worth acknowledging both)

You might notice that while Elefun and Stone do have plenty of references to Pietro and Ironwood respectively, there are gaps where they don't cover every aspect of these characters and/or their dynamic with Penny. This is where Dr. Tenma comes in.

Dr. Tenma is Astro's dad, and the one who built him. He originally created Astro as a sort of 'replacement' for his biological son Toby after he died, giving Astro all of Toby's memories (more on this later). Naturally, this is a very clear connection to Pietro.

Additionally, Dr. Tenma uses the Blue Core - a completely unique, one-of-a-kind technological marvel - in order to power a single small robot that's intended to be nothing more than a replacement for his son, saying "I can't lose him again!". In this moment, Dr. Tenma is so focused on not losing his child that he doesn't acknowledge the big picture.

However, once Dr. Tenma realises that Astro isn't a perfect replica of Toby, but rather his own person, Tenma discards him, not caring if Astro gets destroyed or not. Similarly, when Penny stopped doing what Ironwood wanted her to do, Ironwood stopped caring about her as anything more than a container for the Maiden powers and is perfectly willing to let her die once the vault is opened.

Luckily, Dr. Tenma does have a change of heart, deciding that while Astro isn't Toby, he's still his son. Near the end of the film, Astro is very injured, and Dr. Tenma encourages him to get far away from the danger. However, Astro refuses to back down, instead choosing to sacrifice his life in order to stop President Stone, despite Dr. Tenma begging him not to go. Here, we have yet another parallel to this moment in Amity.

Bonus (aka characters that aren't perfect allusions, but connections do exist)

When Astro ends up on the Surface, he's taken in by a man who calls himself Hamegg. Hamegg ends up being a jerk, and while his personality and actions in the film don't particularly match up with any characters in RWBY, his backstory is a perfect match to Watts - a head scientist in Metro City who was shunned and fired for reasons unknown (Hamegg claims that they were 'intimated by his ideas and talent', but this was when he was trying to impress Astro and he lies a lot anyway, so this could be a complete lie).

On the Surface, Astro befriends four human kids (Cora, Zane, Sludge and Widget) and their robotic dog, Trashcan. While the personalities don't really match up (though Cora, Astro's closest friend, does bear a visual resemblance to Ruby), the idea of a 4-person group + a dog could be a parallel to Team RWBY and Zwei.

Zog is a very old, very large robot that had been 'dead' for several years until Astro found him and revived him by giving him some of his Blue Core Energy. Zog is our allusion to Winter - Astro giving Zog some of his Blue Core energy is a parallel to Penny giving Winter the Maiden powers. Additionally, in The Final Word, Winter explicitly calls herself a machine. While this does have significance on it's own, it could also be a nod to this allusion. That being said, the main connection between Winter and Zog (and possibly the most important part of this post) is based on events that have yet to happen in RWBY canon, and so I'm saving that part for the end of the post.

Story Parallels 

Toby's Death

Toby Tenma, Dr. Tenma's biological son, was very similar to Astro in terms of personality (with some key differences), as well as having a strong physical resemblance.

When the Blue Core and the Red Core were first being shown off to President Stone, Toby was accidentally locked behind a sealed off barrier, trapped with the Peacekeeper containing the Red Core. Toby was killed in a blast that completely disintegrated him, leaving nothing but a hat containing a single strand of hair.

This hair is important, because Dr. Tenma used this hair in order to extract Toby's DNA and memories, which he was then able to implant into Astro in order to make him resemble Toby.

This scene is most likely a parallel to Penny's first death in the Vytal Festival. In her first death, Penny's body was destroyed, but her core remained intact. Her core, which contained all of her memories, was the key piece in properly putting her back together without erasing who she used to be. The strand of hair containing Toby's DNA is representative of Penny's core containing her memories.

Additionally, there's the fact that when Toby was rebuilt as Astro, he was given various upgrades to allow him to better hold his own in a fight, with the most obvious behind the ability to fly via rocket boots. Penny received similar upgrades when she was rebuilt as well.

It's worth acknowledging that Toby's death could potentially parallel the moment that Ambrosius separated Penny from her robotic body, with the strand of hair instead being her soul, separated from her dying body and then disintegrating. However, due to the timeline and order of events, I think that Toby's death is more likely to be a parallel to Penny's first death, and her separation from her robot body is instead a parallel to the next scene I'm about to mention.

Momentary Death

When Astro is captured by President Stone and taken back to Metro City, Dr. Tenma actually does remove the Blue Core from his body, which does cause Astro to temporarily die.

Luckily, it only takes a few moments for Dr. Tenma to change his mind and return the Blue Core to Astro, reviving him.

Astro's 'soul' was removed from his body, causing that robotic body to die, even though in the end Astro does survive it. This is reminiscent of Ambrosius removing Penny's soul from her robotic body, letting that body die, while Penny survives.

Zog

I briefly went over Zog earlier, but I wanna go into more in-depth about him, because the parallels between Winter and Zog and the implications of said parallels are the main reason I ultimately decided to make this post.

As I said earlier, Zog is a very old, broken down robot that nobody has been able to revive in years. When Astro finds him, he brings him back to life by giving him some of his Blue Core Energy. Astro essentially gives Zog some of his lifeforce, a part of his soul.

Winter was on the verge of death at Ironwood's hands, but Penny was able to save her by giving her the Maiden powers, and her soul with them.

However, Zog doesn't keep all of the Blue Core Energy Astro gave him all to himself...

Resurrection

As I've mentioned a few times in this post, Astro does die - and I mean properly die, not a death that lasted 2 minutes at the most and had no consequences. Astro sacrifices himself and his Blue Core dies, all in attempts to protect the people of Metro City/the Surface and his friends. Dr. Elefun says that he can't be rebuilt because his Blue Core, his soul, was unique.

But then, Zog comes around. Zog, who is holding onto what is a part of Astro's soul - the only surviving part of Astro's soul. Zog returns some of the Blue Core Energy to Astro, which brings Astro back to life.

So, to recap: Astro gives a part of his lifeforce, part of his soul, to Zog. When Astro dies, Zog gives some of that soul back to Astro in order to revive him.

If you've been looking at the theories regarding Penny and Winter recently, this will sound VERY familiar. While the specifics vary, the essentials of the most popular theory is that Penny transferred her soul to Winter to hold on to along with the Maiden powers, and that somehow, Winter will return that soul to Penny in one way or another (either by putting her into another robotic body, or just somehow extracting her soul and letting it form it's own body again). The fact that this movie has these exact events occurring makes this seem more and more like the most likely route.

If Penny really is an intentional allusion to Astro Boy - which, based on the sheer length of this post, seems pretty damn likely - then the film practically spells it out for us. Winter will give part of her aura, the part that Penny gave her, in order to bring Penny back to life.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#rwby #penny polendina #rwby v8 #rwby theory #rwby volume 8 #I've spent the past 2 days working on this #but the amount of parallels is insane #there's lots of bits and pieces I left out too #combine this with Pinocchio's three resurrections and the Narnia/Aslan theory and that's three allusions that foreshadow Penny's return #honestly I was just kinda chilling in my room yesterday when suddenly the scene with Zog came to me and I yelled HOLY SHIT out loud- #-because I realised it was the exact same scenario #there's probably some typos here and i could've included more pictures but like...it's 4am #and this thing is like 4000 words

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And Dusk

A/N: Just a heads up, the sensitive content in this chapter will be marked "<<<<<<" as the beginning and ">>>>>>" to signify the end. The racial slurs used in this chapter were targeted towards African Americans (and still are) and I chose these because I, myself, am African American and used them as a sort of “default” for any POC readers. ⚠️Please, never use these towards anyone. Whether it be in a “joking” manner or not. They are hurtful and were created to be that way⚠️ I wrote this chapter the way I did to bring awareness. Proceed with caution. Much love ❤️

Warnings: ⚠️racial slurs⚠️, violence, mentions of guns and dying/death

Word Count: 3707

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Chapter 3: The Frankel Footage

Shaking himself out of his shock, Five stood from his seat and hurried after his brother, grabbing onto his arm and stopping his strides. “The hell is wrong with you, Luther? I just told you the world’s gonna end in ten days!”

“Yeah, well, you’re always saying that.” Luther nonchalantly spoke before moving away, but Five intervened yet again.

“And so far, I’ve been right.” He hissed as Luther sighed and shook his head.

“Look, you want to go save the world? Knock yourself out, alright? I already got a job.”

“Wait, you work in this shithole?” The boy furrowed his brows.

“Yeah. Well, my boss owns the place,” Luther only received a nod from his brother, so he clarified. “I’m his body man.”

But this only made Five even more confused. “What’s that? Like, a masseuse or something?”

“Okay, you can make fun all you want, but I take good care of Mr Ruby.”

“Wait, Ruby. The Jack Ruby? The gangster who shot Oswald.”

Despite Five’s concern, Luther proudly smiled a smug smile as he glanced over at his boss. “Yeah. The one and only.”

“Well, it finally happened,” Five sighed. “That gorilla DNA has finally taken over your mind-”

“Hey, watch it, alright? Jack’s a good friend-”

“And you’re Number One. Numero Uno. Remember?”

Luther clenched his jaw and shook his head. “There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963,” When Five stared at him in disbelief, Luther sighed again. “Look, I’ve been stranded here alone for a year. What did you expect?”

Five scoffed. “I get it, alright? You watched Pogo die, the world exploded, and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I’m sorry, okay? But I’m asking for your help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you.”

“It doesn’t need me,” He slowly spoke to draw out his words. “It never did.”

“Luther, honey,” The waitress from earlier approached the two. “Jack’s about to lose it on some half-wit. A little help?”

“Ah, shit,” He groaned and began walking away. When Five tried yet again to stop him, he whirled on him, his lips pulled into a thin line. “Listen. You’re the genius who said we should jump, right? You’re the one who got us stuck here. And you’re the one who brought Vanya. So, if there is a doomsday coming, she’s probably the cause. And if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you. That’s (Y/N)’s job, being dragged around into your messes-”

“I don’t drag her into anything.” Five swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“Yeah? Well, she wasn’t stuck as a thirteen-year-old and constantly worrying about her kids until you showed up. I’m surprised she isn’t sick of you yet.” And with that, he stomped away to his boss. This time, Five let him go, his words sending a pang through his chest as he thought back on it. Grabbing his drink, he sighed and shook his head.

“Dad should’ve left him on the moon…” He muttered, taking a sip of his drink before moving to leave his seat. When he felt his jacket snag on something, he looked down to see an object in his pocket. Taking out the tape, he frowned and turned it over.

Date: 11/22/63

Subject: FRANKEL FOOTAGE

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This world was unfamiliar to (Y/N). She knew she had to have been somewhere in America, but she didn’t know where. The cars, fashion and stores bringing the street she walked to life told her she had to have been in the sixties. But she didn’t want to believe it. Surely Five hadn’t time travelled that far? She had to have been dropped during some type of sixties-theme festival. But the voices suddenly beside her quickly prove her doubts wrong.

“What do we have here?”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a lost little colored girl.”

Tensing, (Y/N) continued her way down the sidewalk, slightly speeding up her pace, but the men fell into step beside her with ease, flanking her sides.

“You’re on the wrong side of town, girl.”

“Yeah, we don’t like coons around here.” One of them hissed right in her ear. Her eyes welled up with tears before the other shoved her forward.

“Gon now, get!” He ordered as if she were a dog. She realized that’s how they had seen her. An animal. Nothing more. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk, she fell to the ground, smacking her face on the concrete. She choked out a sob as the two men cackled. And to make matters even worse, she felt the pitter patter of raindrops start to freeze her skin.

(Y/N) gasped out in shock when the men spit two wads of saliva in her face. She knew she must’ve looked a mess with spit and tears sliding down her cheeks and blood oozing from her nose. She hiccupped on her sobs and began to stand, much too tired from her previous fight with Vanya and literally being dropped from the sky to successfully do so. The men backed her up against a wall and one fisted the front of her vest before a voice called out.

“Take your hands off of my child!” Whipping around, the men were half expecting to find another target, but (Y/N) coughed and sputtered nonsense upon the person her gaze fell upon.

“M-Mom…?”

Before her was Grace, but… she wasn’t robotic in any sense. She could tell by the raw anger etched into her features. She took a brave step forward. “I said. Take your hands. Off my child.”

And that was another thing: her accent. (Y/N) was immediately comforted by the stern southern accent the woman shared with her attackers. It was a voice she never thought she needed. The two looked between Grace and (Y/N) with smirks. “You mean this lil ol’ jigaboo-”

“Is my daughter. Now you let her go before I call the police.”

“Woman, I don’t care if you call the police-”

Grace took it upon herself to step closer and grab the child by her arms, yanking her into her warm embrace. (Y/N) immediately latched onto her, quivering in her hold. The men scoffed and shook their heads, beginning to walk away. “Make sure to keep that thing on a leash if you’re gonna have it out, ma’am.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She growled before turning and walking back in the direction the girl came from. As they walked past the alleyway, Grace took out a handkerchief and began wiping the girl’s face clean of what the raindrops hadn’t already washed away. “It’s alright, hun, they aren’t gonna hurt you anymore.”

“T-Thank you.” (Y/N) sobbed and gently held her nose in pain. Grace crouched in front of her and gently held her face in between her hands.

“Don’t thank me, darlin’, it’s how everyone should be treatin’ you ‘round here… Where are your parents? I could take you to ‘em.”

(Y/N) thought for a long moment, watching as the rain soaked Grace’s hair and clothing. The woman didn’t seem to mind as she watched the girl before her swallowing thickly. (Y/N) skimmed over her current choices. She didn’t have any choice.

“I don’t have parents. I-I don’t remember them…”

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“I’m tellin’ you, Reggie, she’s highly intelligent for a child her age.” Grace proudly presented (Y/N) to the man she had grown fond of over their time working together. (Y/N), however, was frozen in her spot. Sir Reginald Hargreeves. The man whose death she had wished upon for years, whose death had finally graced her existence, was back in her life. She flinched at the disapproving look on his face, much too acquainted with it by this point in her life. “And she’s very respectful. Talented, too, this girl can speak several languages.”

“You seem rather fond of this child.” The man observed as Grace squeezed her into her side.

“She’s my pride and joy.”

“And you cannot remember anything of your past, child?”

“N-No,” (Y/N) shook her head and stared down. “Not a lot. J-Just my name and birthday.”

Reginald hummed and stared her down with an unreadable expression. When she met his eyes again, he was crouched down to her level, his monocle clutched in his fist. “(Y/N), was it?”

“Yes.”

“It would be an honor to have your presence within my home, along with your mother.”

“O-Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist. Besides, you have been living with her for almost half a year, correct? It is highly unlikely that she will share a home without you.”

“He’s right about that, hun,” (Y/N) glanced up at Grace, who was smiling warmly at her. “I’m not leavin’ you.”

(Y/N) could have cried.

And she did.

One year later, (Y/N) had been living quite the comfortable life with Grace and Reginald. She had been introduced to the ape, Pogo, for the second time since Grace first started working with him. As much as she loved being around the chimp, it brought back so many memories. She almost felt silly, looking after him sometimes knowing he had done the same for her in the original timeline.

Her relationship with Reginald was nothing she ever expected. He was gentle, well as gentle as Reginald Hargreeves could get, he cared for her, spoiled her, even. She wouldn’t have to ask for anything half the time. If he were to overhear a conversation between her and Grace about a dress she oh-so wanted, it would suddenly be laid out on her bed the next day. She usually had a say in dinner meals every Thursday and Sunday and Reginald listened intently whenever she would voice any discomfort or concerns with her living conditions. (Y/N) never had a real father, but she assumed this is what it was like to have one. She never wanted to let go of it.

For her birthday in 1963, she was surprised that he had actually gotten her a present. As she entered the parlor, she was met with the tiniest bark and an even tinier golden retriever, bounding up to her. She gasped and stopped low, letting him jump into her arms. She let him lick her face and giggled in the joy it brought her.

“Your mother said you would like it. Though I would never allow dogs in my house, I have come to understand that there are rules I must bend for you, my child.”

(Y/N) turned to her father. Yes, father. Reginald, also growing quite fond of their father-daughter bond formed between them, decided to adopt the girl. As much as his beliefs and his deep distaste for children protested. There was just something about this child. Or perhaps it was Grace’s insisting, reassuring him that he would make a wonderful father. (Y/N) was very hesitant at first for her own reasons she never shared, but eventually came around to the idea of being his daughter again.

This was the same Reginald Hargreeves who locked her in a dark room for five days straight, but also an entirely different man. Perhaps it was her fascination with the differences, or maybe she just wanted a real father for once.

“Thank you, Dad.” She softly smiled, the man nodding in response.

“But this is your pet, (Y/N). It is your responsibility. I will not find it in my study, in my bedroom, you are to train it yourself-”

“Can you-”

“And no, I will not help you pick out its name.”

The girl softly groaned and looked back down at her new puppy. Looking into its eyes, she smiled softly at a distant memory as a small child.

“Welcome to the family, Mr Pennycrumb.”

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(Y/N) groaned when she felt the sunbeams of the early morning sunrise hit her eyelids, coloring her black vision with the stinging fire of orange. Rolling onto her other side, she stretched her blanket over her head. They were yanked away the next second, causing a whine to leave her lips. “Mom… Five more minutes.”

“I let you sleep in long enough, hun, it’s time to get up. You have a date with Preston this afternoon.” Grace gently pulled her daughter to sit up, giggling quietly at her look of disgust.

“Preston? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, let’s get goin’.” Grace patted her leg and walked to her door, waiting patiently. (Y/N) sighed and rubbed her face, letting her feet slide into her slippers. As they descended the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast, Reginald could hear his daughter’s sleepy complaining from his place at the table.

Setting his utensils down, he turned his head in their direction. “My child, how many times throughout each week must we have to repeat this conversation?”

“Until it starts making sense.” (Y/N) stepped into the dining room, now in her robe, and crossed her arms over her chest. Reginald sighed and stood from his chair at the table.

“You are one of my greatest accomplishments,” He began towards her. “There is no doubt in my mind that you would make a fine successor. I do not believe you will need a husband. In fact, you would be better off without another individual holding you back from what you are truly capable of.”

“But?” She raised a brow.

“But… I have grown to know you more than I expected… and I know that you would need someone to help manage your finances you inherit once I am gone. Preston is a fine young man who was born into this life, made into this life. He will take good care of you.”

(Y/N) knew there was only one person in this world who would truly take good care of her. But he wasn’t here, and she needed to play the part as the amnesiac adopted daughter, so she huffed and nodded. “Fine… I’ll go…”

“Thank you-”

“But only if Mr Pennycrumb can go, too.”

“Very well, but you will not be gifted another animal if you lose it.”

The outing wasn’t entirely bad. (Y/N) didn’t mind the picnic or the art museum, it was the company that made her blood boil. Preston is anything she would have expected out of him. This had been their seventh date, tenth of the ones he planned. (Y/N) sought out any opportunity she could to cancel on him to save herself from the unbearable three hours she would have to spend with the kid. He was arrogant, smug, selfish, narcissistic, and overbearing. Of course, this was not the Preston he presented to her parents. No, to them, Preston was ‘a fine man with a bright future ahead of him’, or as Grace would put it, ‘a delight to have around’. He laughed like a drunk, talked like a husband, and smelled like a man. All at the age of fifteen. (Y/N) had to remind herself on several occasions that she was mentally the older out of the two and to not stoop to his level when he got under her skin.

“Don’t you think, (Y/N)?” The voice brought her attention back to the boy beside her. She looked up from the grass they had been strolling through. When she hummed in question, he amusedly scoffed and side-step closer to her. “Never mind. I should have known you wouldn’t have been interested in politics.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” The girl raised a brow. At her confusion, he laughed and gently tapped the side of his head.

“You’ve always got that head of yours in the clouds. Or turned behind you- like right now.”

(Y/N) turned her head away from where she had been looking over her shoulder. “What? Sorry, Preston, I’m a little preoccupied today.”

“With what, exactly? You don’t seem to be the type of girl to have very many issues. Nothing to worry about.”

“And you wonder why I don’t listen to you.” She sighed as her puppy ran in between her legs, rolling in the grass once he was a few paces in front of them. Preston frowned in distaste and shook his head.

“You should really keep that thing on a leash, sweetheart.”

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, clenching her teeth as she folded her hands behind her back. “Really now?”

“Really. You know, I’m not very fond of dogs, so I’m not sure how it’ll work out once we’re married. I think we should get one after we have kids, you know? Just so the kids could grow up with it.”

(Y/N) quickly turned her head to the left, pointing out across the street. “Preston, would you look at that?”

“Look at what?” He gullibly looked in the direction, (Y/N) quickly checking the area before almost silently singing her tune. From her shadow, her clone formed and robotically walked behind the two. She quickly switched spots with it and ordered the clone to walk with Preston before scooping her puppy into her arms and rushing off in the opposite direction. Once she was behind a diner far away from their date location, she let out a sigh and gently patted her dog on the head.

“Were you sick of it, too?” She chuckled. Resting the back of her head against the brick wall she leaned on, she let out a slow breath and began to relax. The sound of guns cocking had her head snapping up so fast, she swore she could have dislocated it. Just down the end of the line of stores were three white-haired men, one in a milkman uniform, training their guns on her. (Y/N) didn’t waste a second tucking her dog in front of her and spinning around, charging down the opposite direction as bullets whizzed past her. She dodged them the best she could, jumping a few feet in the air at the ones that threatened to take their place in her feet. It was like a dance; the twisting, spinning and jumping, and she was to perform this dance until one of those bullets killed her if she didn’t find a way out soon. Sliding to the side of a clothing store for cover, she gently shushed her pet as she caught her breath.

The three sets of footsteps eventually found their destination and rounded the corner with skilled quickness, shooting at the girl until she was nothing more than a bloodied corpse on the ground, bullet holes lodged in almost every inch of her body. The three men nodded to each other and turned around, making their way out from behind the stores.

(Y/N) had already been down the street from her house by the time her attackers found the clone in her place. She couldn’t have been bothered to check herself for any wounds, too worried about Mr Pennycrumb’s potential bullet wounds. But the pup was perfectly, happily nuzzling into her arms and wagging his tail. This left (Y/N) to ponder.

Who the hell were those men?

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“Is it on?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? There’s an ‘on’ button. Just- There’s something over- that jigga-ma-thing, whatever.”

“I hit the jigga-ma-thing!”

“Okay, well, just- Give it to me. I know how to do this.”

“Alright, here, here. Hurry up.”

“Okay, alright, let’s see…”

Lila didn’t look up from her task of painting poor Elliott’s toenails, his bindings he received after threatening the trio with a gun preventing him from moving too much. Which was beneficial to her, as it kept her from ruining the paint job. She softly smiled as she listened to the argument between the elderly couple on the film Five and Diego were intently watching. “They’re so cute,” She commented. “I love old couples. I’m always so proud of them for not murdering each other.”

Ignoring her, Diego turned to his brother from his seat on Elliott’s counter. “Why are we watching this?”

“Shush.” Five replied, eyes trained on the film before him, searching for any clue to the approaching apocalypse, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Yeah, I… I’m Dan Frankel. And…”

“I’m Edna Frankel.”

“...Edna Frankel. We are in Dallas, Texas, to see the president. Today’s date is November 22, 1963.”

Five nodded as everyone’s attention was brought to the projected screen before them.

“That’s six days from now.” Lila spoke as Elliott thrashed about more against his bindings. Diego sat forward in interest.

“Holy shit. This is it. The grassy knoll. Kennedy’s about to get shot. How do you have this?”

“Hazel died to get me this footage,” Five answered. “It must be the key to stopping doomsday.”

“Hazel…?” Diego frowned, remembering the man he spent hours searching for and planning to kill to avenge the death of Eudora Patch.

“Long story.”

“What’s doomsday?” Lila looked up at the boy.

“Longer story.”

“What exactly did he say to you?” Diego asked as Lila turned her head back to the film.

Five shrugged. “Well, he was killed before he could explain. But whatever he wanted us to see, it’s on this film.”

“This is very exciting.” The old man smiled before the sound of gunshots and screaming could be heard, the camera moving around in blurs due to the shock of the old woman filming.

“Oh, my god!”

“Oswald…” Diego whispered, setting his knife down as Five leaned in closer.

“The president!”

When the camera was steadied to record across the street, Five and Diego both stiffened in their spots at what their eyes caught. “Oh, no…” Five breathed and moved behind the projector, rewinding the film and scooting the cart backwards to zoom in closer. The room was silent as Diego stood to his feet and Five rounded the cart before standing beside his brother, directly in front of the film. “This can’t be…”

“Okay, you gonna fill me in now, boys?” Lila glanced between the two. “What the hell is this shit we’re watching?”

But she was ignored yet again.

“No, that’s impossible…”

“Clearly, it’s not.”

“What… What is it?” Elliott muffled past the gag in his mouth.

A beat of silence went by before the two Hargreeves whispered in unison,

“Dad.”

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[ruby-whistler]

maybe sometimes, i should opt for not having thoughts.

have a heavy angst rivalsduo one-shot! i enjoyed writing this, and it came out pretty good, so let's hope i can instil the same feeling of dread i had in you as well :]

tws // death, injury, implied past torture, trauma

Dream’s sight traces over the edges of the looming monster; its dark silhouette casts a long shadow, but he doesn’t mind. The sun hasn’t reached his eyes in a long time, and he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to see it, just breathing, surviving, remaining in his place.

The look on his face is blank, and he stares in the eye of a storm with sirens as an eternal thunder echoing through the world, shrieking tones softened by the blowing grass.

“I got you out,” Techno speaks, voice curt and as empty as the other’s glare; too much has happened to recount in anything but silence, and in a sense, they both understand. “I said I would help you escape, and I did.”

Dream hums quietly in response, bloodied bandages untied and flailing with the wind. He’s weak, despite the gapples Techno has given him. Some damage is too difficult to repair, too complicated, in the worst sense possible, to forgive the sting of its cruelty.

Techno trails the scar drawing under his hair, feels his skull shattered and sewn back together, because one time was not enough, and the world is still delivering the bitterness of his mistakes with a dizzying headache when the light hit his eyes too loud, when the world spins in all its colors and the birds sing a song that only makes the chanting more unbearable.

True misery, a sign something might be beyond repair, Techno thinks, is when what was once light and sweet and beautiful, ends up nothing but an agonising cacophony.

The symphony is quiet.

The sun doesn’t set, yet, because the day is too long to be over - because the story isn’t done yet. His hands feel like they only move on strings, and he ponders; if not this - and this doesn’t feel like it, it feels like they’ve never been further away from it - what is freedom?

Dream wouldn’t know, but Techno thinks back to the world he had built, now compromised by the man in front of him, and he, guilt caught like a rock in his throat; feels regret.

For once in his life, everything was working. His family was safe, there were people he could trust that found a home under the Syndicate’s wings, waiting for him back in the arctic.

Dream, even if simply imagined, sticks out of place like a sore thumb. He is the opposite of safety, the opposite of home. He has nothing, he is lost, and the world will do anything to stop him from finding himself.

Anything, including destroying the smallest of possibilities.

A heavy feeling sets in Techno’s chest as he meets the other’s eye, and perhaps he’s going crazy, but in the silence, he realizes Dream is thinking the same.

It’s not a look of relief; grief is plastered over the man’s scarred features, drowned in hair the color of hazel wood. He had never seen him this pale before; everything about him was faded. Perhaps that was one of the things one can never get back, or perhaps the sun would find him pitiful enough at last to make him brighter; but in the arctic, the sun was cold.

Techno takes a deep breath, and it feels like he’s breathing something else than the warm air radiating off of smouldering lava for the first time in his life.

“Let’s get you home, Dream.”

He turns around, hesitantly urgent to be breaking the still air, and pulls Dream by the sleeve as he does; he wonders how long the fragile prisoner will last before he has to carry him the rest of the way to a place that had once been Techno’s, now a sanctuary for what is broken.

“No.”

Techno pauses, and another voice - not the ones that scream for blood, it’s clearer and singular, says - this is your fault. Guilting him for feeling, for thinking, because surely he wished Dream’s resistance into reality, because why else would he refuse?

The irrational thought is blown over by a wave of cold that rushes through his mind as he lets go of the torn linen.

“You can’t take me back to your place. Quackity has already tried to kill you twice, I won’t let myself be responsible for you losing a life after everything you’ve done for me.”

Dream looks up at him, and his voice is strained, every word forced out with power neither of them knew he had. It glints in his eyes like a diamond sword in the chest of a man destroyed by what he created, like a glass shard tearing through the heart of a fallen dictator.

Shaking but determined, holding back a scream behind his clenched teeth while the wind blows through his loose clothing, he continues. “I’m not going with you, I’ll find... somewhere else.”

Techno looks down at him, and for a second, he wonders if he’s ever seen Dream so small.

“And then what?”

Dream is quiet, and Techno thinks can see the look in his eyes; the fear, the resolve, and the unspoken promise of returning, because he knows there is no way to escape fate, not this time.

Dream doesn’t answer him, and Techno glances down at his hands; they’re trembling, like they’re holding back an avalanche. He steps closer, and the man doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away.

“You’re not the only one who’s lost everything,” Techno says, “don’t you think I know what it’s like to be alone?”

“You have a family,” Dream says, “you have a home.”

Techno breathes, realization sharper than his axe’s blade cutting through his brain.

Dream is the first to look away.

The two of them are both shaking, but it’s only the same thing different ways, and Techno thinks can hear Dream’s heart beating, stuttering through the howls of piercing gale.

He turns away, and he doesn’t look back.

“Take care.”

He doesn’t hear steps as he leaves, but it cannot make him more worried than he already is; Dream only needs time.

A traitorous thing called hope says, he’ll come back to you. He’ll return when he’s ready.

The windows on his house are open when he comes back empty-handed, and Techno doesn’t think he’s ever been more cold than that day. He closes the door, closes the windows, and starts a fire.

All his movements are robotic, mechanical.

Philza comes home to find him sitting deathly still on the floor, half-asleep, leaning into Steve’s alabaster fur, the warmth from the fireplace surrounding the two. His eyes flutter open; he shouldn’t be this exhausted, he shouldn’t be freezing when the air he's breathing feels suffocatingly hot.

“How did it go,” and then, “where’s Dream?”

Technoblade nearly speaks up before it catches up to him that he doesn’t know.

He pushes down the guilt, because this is what he wanted; this is what they both wanted. Dream wouldn’t have split off if he didn’t know he could make it.

He thinks back to the shaking figure without enough strength in his legs to run before stumbling over himself, and doesn’t challenge it when the voice calls him a liar.

He doesn’t respond to Philza, either. He stares at the flames for a long time.

He still doesn’t sleep.

Techno is awake because he cannot sleep.

Quackity is not here, and he knows Dream cannot fight like he once did - Dream was weak when he left.

He does not want to think about it.

Dream is gone. It’s in the past.

He takes a deep breath, and his chest expands with the smell of burning logs, eyes flickering with the lights of the fire. Sentimentality he oh so despised fills his lungs, and the swallow’s tune whispers poisonously;

Dream will come back. His smile echoes in pale images of the future.

He nearly faces the darkness for once in a long time, when his communicator buzzes in his pocket.

His stomach sinks, and he shuts it off, but it is too late to unsee.

[ Dream was slain by Sapnap using [Regret] ]

There it is; the choir flares up though his brain in a dissonant requiem.

You left him, and you didn’t even say goodbye.

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