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(They are four years old y'all- and a bit bratty XD)
Atitaya was diligent with her foraging, whereas Raya and Namaari mostly played. They helped, for sure, but it was never long into the morning before one of them had gone and made a game of something, causing the other to follow right after. Which, most times, ended with them fighting. Sparring, yes, as was one of their lessons…but also actually fighting.
“Get off!” Namaari huffed, slamming her hand down angrily against the dirt.
Raya smiled ear to ear, refusing to budge.
“Say please!”
“NO-..MOVE!”
“Say please…”
“Ugh..fine…please!”
Raya shrugged, giving her a wicked grin.
“Nope.”
“ATI!”
“Raya..”
Their mentor didn’t turn from her work, sitting at the water's edge as she fiddled with the nets here. They had become tangled and she was focused on the knot she had to undo- however, she did raise an eyebrow up as if she were looking at Raya who was sitting on Namaari’s back then. Pinning her down only by sitting on her, refusing to budge after their sparring turned into a loud wrestling match instead. Namaari, as usual, always seemed to wind up losing with Raya sitting on her back to keep her down. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to push her up and off her, hence the reason Atitaya always had to step in.
“What-..” Raya pouted, “I didn’t do anything..”
“You won’t let me get up!” Namaari shouted back.
“It’s not my fault you’re too weak!”
“It’s not my fault you’re too FAT-”
“I am not-!”
“Tell that to your BUTT-”
Raya gasped, her face scrunching tight in her anger.
“ATI-..SHE CALLED ME-”
“I heard-..” Atitaya sighed, “both of you need to get back to work.”
Raya folded her arms, truly pouting now. But she stood, stepping over Namaari as she stormed away. Namaari got onto her knees and turned to see Raya climbing up one of the trees surrounding them, quick as if it were the simplest thing to do, refusing to stop until she was high up within its branches. Staying there, pouting still, as she ignored the two of them on the ground.
“Hey, you can’t just sit up there-!” Namaari began, only to be cut short by Atitaya.
“Leave it be, Namaari.”
“But-!”
“You worry about you, let Raya have a few minutes to calm down.”
“But she-!”
“Namaari..” Atitaya stated, her tone warning, “leave her be.”
Now it was Namaari’s turn to pout, stomping over to her mentor and sitting down at her side. Folding her arms with a huff, practically feeling the heat escape her ears as she stewed in her anger. Even moreso when Ati chuckled under her breath, finding Namaari’s fit cute instead of taking her seriously.
“I don’t know why you two fuss at each other so much..” she chuckled, “like an old married couple or-”
“Gross.” Namaari spat, forcing her face to look as angry as she could possibly make it.
Ati gave her a sideways glance.
“I mean to say, you two are very similar..the same side of the same coin,” she stated, “you shouldn’t fight as much as you do.”
“She started it!” Namaari whined.
“No-..you did!” Raya yelled down, her voice echoing from the trees above.
Before Namaari could say anything back, Atitaya was quickly getting her attention again.
“It’s not about who starts it.” she said, loud enough that Raya could hear, “it matters how you fix it.”
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i just can't explain my love of warehouse 13 enough...
nineteen year old schizophrenic hacks into a sentient building and it decides to keep her (literally) forever because it loves her so much
woman gets scouted to work for said sentient building because of her intelligence and skill; man gets scouted because of his feminine wiles
canon morally grey bisexual ends her character arc on a high because of the positive influence of her female love interest best friend
gay guy that plaintext destroys the bury your gays trope by coming back to life through the power of friendship and destruction of property
black women in some of the highest positions of authority telling the US government to go fuck themselves on a regular basis
old man literally regrows organs by force so he can see (and get cut open by) his sexy doctor friend once a year
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Your bird adeptus reader posts have me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure theyre so good
Okay okey I see your Bird Adeptus Reader and I raise you one Dragon Adeptus Reader, bonus points for that “not quite mastered shapeshifting yet” human disguise that has reader running around with dragon features.
This doesnt have to be considered a request but I feel compelled to share my thoughts with you in gratitude for the absolutely fantastic works you put out okey brainrot time lets go
Bumping foreheads with Foul Legacy like cats (lets be real here dragons are just lizard hardware running cat software) and having to be extra careful because of y’all’s horns so that makes it even more special. Or reader kneeling to like meditate or something, their tail is swishing behind them, and Legacy goes “!” before swatting at reader’s tail because he’s just Abyssal Moth Beast hardware running cat software.
A Dragon Adeptus would likely be very durable as well, so Legacy doesn’t have to worry about squeezing reader while cuddling or knocking into them by accident; they’re still soft and squishy and cute, but very very sturdy and able to handle all that Moth Affection.
Mutual purring, also another good thought. Legacy likes shiny objects, reader is compelled to hoard shiny objects: you really cannot lose in this situation.
It’s cat-like creatures solidarity babey!!
*unlocks your enclosure* i like the way you think anon
amongst dragons and dragon-type creatures you're considered a bit of an oddity. dragons are grand, powerful beasts that command attention or at least respect, like your secondary caretaker Zhongli (Cloud Retainer is still your adoptive mother- just because you're not the same type of adeptus doesn't mean you're not her child!) but you're smaller with softer scales and a long tail with a tuft on the end of it, still plenty durable and armed with sharp claws and adeptal powers, but you don't really have the same intimidating presence as most dragons. that's just fine with you, though- you're far more content keeping to yourself and spending time with Foul Legacy, who, in contrast, looks strong and vicious but has the softest, sweetest personality you've ever encountered, and that includes the few humans you've met and your fellow adepti
you both share several of the same habits, being essentially cats covered in either scales or armor with you being slightly more put together so you can listen to people's wishes and prayers, meditating for a couple of hours each day. whenever you sit down and close your eyes Foul Legacy always sneaks up behind you, not to spook you or anything, just to playfully bat at your tail as you work- you've taken to handing him a brush whenever he does, feeling him happily comb through the tuft of fur on the end. once he tied a little bell around it and broke into chitters of delight when you stood and instantly started jingling. you got your revenge by adoring his horns with some of the ribbons and ornaments you have for yourself- although, he seems to rather like it, so now you take a few minutes each day to pick out accessories for each other's horns, and you have plenty of shiny items to choose from
napping together is essential, particularly in sunny patches of grass. the warmth makes both of you drowsy and lethargic, Legacy nuzzling his head against your cheek and your tail wrapping around his leg. if you're particularly tired you'll change into your draconic form and completely curl around your very happy Abyssal beast, your purrs synchronizing with his. you also nap together in the most smushed clingy positions, since you want to be as close as possible- someone's face is always buried in someone's neck or chest, at all times. Legacy does make a point to be more alert in sleep than you are- you seem to fall into the deepest sleep whenever you doze, maybe it's something to do with you being a reptilian adeptus- just in case someone comes walking by, so he can wake you and help you cover your horns and tail
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Caretaker watched as her father was taken away in handcuffs, the ever present smile plastered on his face. Her mum was already inside, annoyed with her husband’s antics, choosing instead to answer emails from her coworkers, while her brothers stood next to Caretaker watching their father get hauled off.
“Get back before dinner, Baba!” Two shouted, earning an elbow from One.
Her father laughed boisterously, “You know I will!” This did not go over well with the officers dragging him away, who turned to glare at him even harder. Furious because they all knew it was true.
Baba was untouchable, too good at what he did to leave any identifiable evidence behind. Each time the police tried to pin him for a job, there was nothing. They’d just hold the man for a few hours, or the full 48 hours if he really pissed them off, before releasing him back to his family.
Cat burglary was an art passed down the generations, but her father was the one who truly put the family name in the spotlight. The villain had cultivated a reputation for being able to pull off any heist, no matter how secure the facility was, without ever having to kill anyone. Various other villains and businessmen had tried to hire the man to steal for them, but he was never interested in it for the money, using whatever he collected for charity. He simply did it to keep up a legacy, for the fun, and, most importantly, the challenge.
Caretaker had learned to expect her father to be out for the day if she ever saw the news cover a big heist. He never told her or the twins about his operations, only Mum was ever privy to that information, so she always learned about it after the fact from other sources. It used to bother her as a child– she wanted to be just like him– and then when she started as a hero– it put them at odds– but as Caretaker got older and grew into her role, she found herself being grateful for the secrecy. It meant she didn’t have to jail him herself.
Most other heroes didn’t trust her because of her father; figured the villainy was in her blood, and that meant that her family was evil. It was black and white for them, little room for grey.
As Baba knocked his head on the top of the police cruiser, all Caretaker could think was that they were right. Heisting was in her blood. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use those skills for good.
She was the best in the department for breaking into supervillain facilities, cracking safes full of confidential information, and sneaking in on illegal deals. And having her mother’s muscular build didn't hurt one bit either. Caretaker was a force to be reckoned with.
Her moral compass may not completely align with those around her, but she knew her right and wrong– learned it all from her father. Nobody seemed to understand that, nobody except Whumpee. Maybe that’s why they butted heads so much at the beginning of their partnership. They seemed like everyone else because they were frustrated with her uncooperativeness, not her family, while Caretaker was uncooperative because she expected them to be like everyone else. A vicious cycle that thankfully didn’t last too long.
Turning from the scene, Caretaker opened the door and motioned for her brothers. “Come on, Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, time to head in. You’ve seen this all before.”
“I knowww, but it’s way more fun to watch Baba get dragged away,” Two replied, “and seeing how mad the coppers get is hilarious.”
“And it’s therapeutic,” added One.
“Let’s go. I have to get to work, and I can’t leave until I make sure y’all don’t do something stupid like last time.” It frustrated Caretaker to no end that she had to watch over her college-aged brothers, but after they almost set a cop car on fire so their father would spend the next day in jail so they could eat all his birthday cake, she made sure not to leave them alone with the law.
Both of them looked dejected, even the usually stoic One, as they shuffled inside, turning one last time to watch as their father drove away.
Caretaker waved bye to her dad once more, before heading inside to join the rest of her family.
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Ugh YESSS FOUND FAMILY
My ideal relationship is platonic with a little bit of romantic tension sprinkled throughout
With children though I’m “I will kill everyone in this room and then myself if anything were to happen to you”
PLS WHY DO I ALSO PREFER PINING TO ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS. LIKE THE like the best friends trope except u never actually get together and its okay like that. like ur just obsessed with each other but fulfilled as friends. THIS WITH THOMA OR TIGHNARI OR SHINOBU AHLFSHAL::AWL:JAW:L
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