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KIROKAZE
Janaina Medeiros
Game of Thrones Daily
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things
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Mike Driver
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@all-consumingcutie
(Dc oc intro :3)
Panna Gulliverā
Panvour
ļ¹ā”ļ¹; she ļ¹ļ¹ļø“ her !!Ā āļ¹
āļ¹źļ¹Panna / Panvour / Pama ļ¹źļ¹
źļ¹į¶»z ; pansexual / girlgirl / ISFJ !!
ćŖļ¹įŖ ā ā”ļ¹; ā I donāt think youāll ever wanna love me (love me) ā
āāā ź° į§ą·į§ ź± āāā
āI promise Iām a pretty sweet girl..! Iāll be the sweetest girl in the world..! Normal, too..!ā
i wanted to make a tag game! soo,,, i made a quiz. yay! answer as your muse and share your answer! it'll be fun (i think). many hopes to be had for many characters...
can i share it with you?
tagging! no pressure :3 @lys1th3a @angelfishjumper @fireandwhatever @trypano anndd since i keep forgetting who i interact with... + OPEN TAGS!
//THANK FOR TAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NP TAGS!!!: @ants-body-shop @redhood-offical, + OPEN TAGS!!
// THANKS FOR YHE TAG BY BOTH OF YOU!!!!! I didnt get it in my main acc bc i messed with the settings šššššš MB MB CHAT
// this was SO accurate and fun to take as ant!!!! Gosh that hits so hard to ant and his desires YOU ALL HAVE NO IDEA. the quick time event questions jumpscared me
// tags: @littlereqiuem @the-martja @theoneandonlyscaregoon @all-consumingcutie @zeke-in-gotham @fiery-frostbite
// okay so uhm Imm ending it all WHYY UASHSHSH
Even with amnesia sheāll never really forget uagshshshsh the weight that crushes her uagshshshsh
@all-consumingcutie
A box is on the desk of Panvours lab. The wrapping paper is designed and covered with anatomical hearts with a pink background. There is a yellow silly ribbon that is tied into a neat bow pulls it all together, its tails hanging loose.
A note with a golden border is at the top, next to the bow. On it details that it is with great affection and love, that Ant gifts this to Pavour.
On the back states, āMy heart would be incomplete without you!ā
Inside is a knitted plushie of a heart, a set of isopropyl alcohol, and a large 28 pack of triple A batteries.
@ants-body-shop
Oh my there appears to beā¦ mistletoe all over the labā¦ you should come see it!
Oh! Oh my! Quite beautiful arent they? Why, I might just take a closer look at them. Would be quite the shame to admire them all alone, dont you think?
Mhm! Yes! Absolutely!
I dont remember there being a significant fire within the neighborhood. Did someone kill the sun? Has the heat death of the universe finally decided to consume Gotham, specifically?
Happy Holidays?
Oh myā¦
Happy holidays!
@ants-body-shop
Oh my there appears to beā¦ mistletoe all over the labā¦ you should come see it!
(Open rp starter)
The lab is sad as it always is. Abandoned with its little robot lady left for scrap, the only noise is from a computer connected to her stomach cavity where all the unsightly things are kept.
The detectives visit for a few minutes, then they leave. Every departure makes her even more desperate to get them to stay.
Itās not easy being a lonely robot lady.
Nobody wants to be your friend when youāre a crazy robot lady.
Her circuitry is crying for help under the strain of constant searching, but she canāt stop. She has a job to do. When itās done, sheāll have friends. She wonāt be lonely anymore.
A flicker of the lights and the power is gone. She stares at the blank screen before letting out a terrible scream.
āDAMN IT!!!ā
A shuffle from the next room is heard, then a hefty thud, before a few moments of pure silence passed. Loud and obnoxious bumps riddled the quiet. A creak from the metal door that closed off the lab sounded through, slowly opening inwardā only a few inches from its original position.
A head of wavy brown hair peeked from behind it, curiously tilted, eyes squinted to see through the dark with a struggle. His eyebrows shot up in recognition and glee, as he pulled himself back and fully entering the room, shutting the door behind him with familiarity and leaning on it with comfort.
āI knew that it was you that shouted!ā Ant whispers across the room, as if his presence wasnt something that was practically announced with a megaphone, what with all the commotion he had made.
He, with all the theatrics of a restless mind cooped up in a small shop, swung his foot forward, expertly avoiding all obstacles with precision; for him to all but skip across the room to where said lonely robot lady was. He made no mention of the connecting wires to her, used to it by now, and leaned forward with a gleeful gaze.
āAnd to those whom it may concern, I was not the cause of this outage, my dear. Though, are you alright?ā
Her eyes glow in the dark like a cat as they lock in on him. Her hands rush to her stomach to cover the mess of wire connections, even though she knows he doesnāt mind them.
āIā¦ Iām alright..! N-No damage..!ā, she rushes to answer. āH-how are you doing..? D-do you need something..? I canāt do much withoutā the powerā but Iād do my best to do whatever you need..!ā, she stammered, struggling to keep her anxiety quiet.
She looked down to herself for a momentā yanking out the cords and closing the cavity before looking back up at him. āI-Iām happy to see you..!ā
She fidgets with the cords, feeling more nervous than sheās felt in a while. Sheās trying so hard to not ruminate on all the information sheās missing in just these few minutes. She feelsā¦ an itch spreading throughout her circuitsā so deep sheād have to rip off her panels to het to it.
āW-was myā¦ scream really that loud..? Thatāsā¦ embarrassingā¦ā
Ant hummed, thoughtfully as he observed her fretting nature. A desperate part of him wanted to nuzzle his face to Panvour, a gentle movement to aid in calming her down, yet he held back, thoughts in his mind reasoning that he wouldnt do any good in overstimulating her when she was already in such a frantic stateā a want to comfort her with little experience how to.
He let her maneuver about with no complaint, adjusting the wires and cord. āI dont ask of anything from you, other than company, Panna dear. Im very happy to see you as well!ā The sweet names rolled off his tongue like it was something so natural to him, all those hours of practicing which ones he thought were suited best coming in handy.
Her anxious movements were telling of her worries, something that Ant learned of after their first meeting. His eyes wrinkled even more, crows feet, all from the widen smile that was hidden by his mask. āYou might have been a little loud. Its no bother thoughā in fact, completely reasonable given you were in the moment of scourging for more leads!ā
He let a hand gently fall to her arm, circling small motions in hopes of having her be more grounded in what was currently happening, rather than what she could be doing. āTake a moment, yeah?ā It was a gentle plea, but nothing if not drowning in adoration for her, a wish for her to not throw herself into worry.
Her fidgeting slowed as he expressed his enjoyment of her company and addressed her sweetly. She could feel something bubbling in her chest and under the layers of silicon covering her body. She wasnāt sure what it was, but she knew it was a pleasant shift from the itching feeling from moments ago and she was grateful for that.
She leaned into his touch a bit too eagerly, accepting and seeking the comfort. Any contact with him sparked her sensors differently than anything else. She didnāt understand why. He may be a bit of a supernatural person, but that shouldnāt affect how her sensors pick up physical contact, right? For once she didnāt entirely mind not knowing, though, because it felt kind of like magic.
āIā¦ uhmā¦ a-alrightā¦ thenā¦ I willā¦ take a breakā¦ with youā¦ā, she answered slowly and carefully, trying keep herself calm. She echoed the words in her head, trying to convince herself to actually commit to it. Her fingers drifted to the plug in her stomach, and she hesitantly started to disconnect it. She was taking a break. The power was down. She was taking a break. She didnāt need it.
Her leaning into him started turning into pushingā like when a dog throws their whole body weight on you so you wonāt leave. Her big solid-color eyes were locked on him. The lack of pupils limited expression, but it was still clear that they held a deep affection.
āWhat would youā¦ like to do..?ā, she inquired with a bit of timidity creeping into her voice.
In response to her adorably endearing want for more touch, Ant figured that such actions were now more properly acceptable. He let her lean on him with ease, finding the weight of her to be a comfort in of itself, something to remind him of both his physicality and Pannas presence.
Having her here always made him feel more understood in his struggles, safety in being completely known, disgusting parts and all, and have it all be loved. He could only hope he brought the same feeling of home to her.
He let his arms fully engulf around her, a genuine hug, with a hum of a song thats been plaguing his mind, and slotted Pannas head just beneath his chin. With a deep breath in, he nuzzled his cheek into her, appreciating the moment in its fullest.
āI felt that, perhaps, we could spend some time together. Oh, I missed you so dearlyā¦ā He squeezed a tad tighter, to emphasize this statement, though not enough to injure, āIt is a wonderful night out. I hear the sky is supposed to be clear!ā Said with a whisper, as if it wasnt information freely available. Like a confidential fact of the universe that he has specifically chosen to share with her, his most trustworthy partner in city exploration.
Ideas of star gazing on the clocktower within Gotham, to simply roaming the edges of the city near the docks graced his mind, to which he freely expressed to Panna. There were always so many options he was open to, so many ideasā none of them particularly struck out to him, so long as he could spend the time with her.
She hugged him back, and he could feel the warmth of her āskinā. Thereās a faint humming sound of her inner mechanisms at work. Fans kicking on to handle her āblushingā face, hydraulics running, gears turning. Maybe in this momentā her living wasnāt just a facade. Maybe right nowā just for a momentā she was alive. Maybe she wasnāt just someone crude imitation of someone long gone. She felt alive. Truly alive. He made her feel alive.
She smiled, and the humming kicked up a bit like the purr of a cat. āIād love to spend time with youā¦ as much as possibleā¦ whatever you want to doā¦ā, she mumbled against him as she nuzzled his chest. āI missed you more..!ā, she chirped it like a playful challenge.
Her panic was melting away with the warmth of his affections. Her mind was no longer swarmed with anxieties. Insteadā it was swarmed with images of silly little romantic moments between them. Holding hands, making up constellations, talking about everything and nothingā¦ Except it wasnāt romantic! I couldnāt possibly beā¦ because she couldnāt let that happen. Neverā¦
Despite her efforts, a very romantic idea crossed her mind. An image of themā kissing. She immediately felt the deepest embarrassment one could imagine. I meanā how could she even consider that! Itās much too forward even for a fantasy! They were just friends! Best friends! Surely heād rather kiss a real person instead of one made of silicones and plastics and metals.
Exceptā now that she wanted to stop thinking about itā¦ that was ALL she could think about.
She pushed her face a bit more firmly against his chest while trying to focus on ANYTHING other than dreams of kissing him.
The masked man chuckled, lowly and comfortable, looking down to examine Pannas behavior with a curious tilt of his head, a silent question of 'what are you doing?' being framed. He did not mind the closeness at all, not after one day realizing how much the other thrived on it. Like a moth to a flame, if affection, touch, and warmth was possible, she would happily fly into it.
While Ant had quickly learned of this, overriding his anxious thoughts to give such hugs so freely, was another matter-- but like all good and resilient criminals, he adapted quickly and soon found his own love for even the briefest hand grazes, so long as it came from her.
He basked in the white noise of her fans turning, a similar buzzing in his head that screamed of safe-home-mine in a numbing thought process that he has become well too familiar with these past few days. A deep breath in, and another out, eased whatever tension left in his body from the day.
"Whatever I want to do? How generous you are! My, you might just make my heart swoon!" His voice pitched at the end, embedding his expressive words into an embarrassing memory to pace over later. "Say! Hows about this new cafe I've heard?" A pause in his thinking, as he shifts his purplish hands to her shoulders, continuing his soothing motions, "Well, a library-- technically. Nonetheless!"
A hand moves to caress Pannas cheek, guiding her to make eye contact with him in a teasing manner. "It's open 24/7! And the night is so lonely, without us in it."
āI-I likeā¦ librariesā¦ā
Ant had unconsciously did possibly the best and worse thing she could imagine right now. He was soā¦ closeā¦ Closer than she could ever remember being to anyone. Beyond his physical proximityā she felt a sense of intimacy. Mutual trust and a connection deeper than the cords she had in her stomach cavity.
She feltā¦ charmed? She couldnāt look away or pull back as he guided her to look at him despite that being the most torturous thing for her in the moment. So so closeā¦ just a shift and they would beā¦ doing something incomprehensible. She wasnāt real. He deserved something real. A kiss would be a final nail in his coffin. She knew heād be thrilled by that metaphor, but she thought the opposite of it. Her love was the cruelest fate one could be captured by.
Her cycling self-hate faded to background noise, though. She could barely feel it over the spark in her metal skeleton. It never went away, but it didnāt matter much to her now. What mattered was how close Ant was. How he wanted to burn moonlight with her. How he held her. How the warmth he gave her melted her anxieties away. How he gave her both peace and a feeling of hopeless pining that sheās willing to live with for years.
She squished her face against his hand. If only she was humanā then maybe she could feel it in more depth. It was already so wonderful. If she was a real person, sheād die on the spotā or at least thatās how it feels. She kept shifting more into his touch to try and absorb herself in what was instead of what could be.
āI-I am ready whenever you are..!ā, she blurted out, sounding just a bit dumb. Sheās scrambling a bit over the totally normal just intrusive thought of kissing her best friend. A lot.
(Open rp starter)
The lab is sad as it always is. Abandoned with its little robot lady left for scrap, the only noise is from a computer connected to her stomach cavity where all the unsightly things are kept.
The detectives visit for a few minutes, then they leave. Every departure makes her even more desperate to get them to stay.
Itās not easy being a lonely robot lady.
Nobody wants to be your friend when youāre a crazy robot lady.
Her circuitry is crying for help under the strain of constant searching, but she canāt stop. She has a job to do. When itās done, sheāll have friends. She wonāt be lonely anymore.
A flicker of the lights and the power is gone. She stares at the blank screen before letting out a terrible scream.
āDAMN IT!!!ā
A shuffle from the next room is heard, then a hefty thud, before a few moments of pure silence passed. Loud and obnoxious bumps riddled the quiet. A creak from the metal door that closed off the lab sounded through, slowly opening inwardā only a few inches from its original position.
A head of wavy brown hair peeked from behind it, curiously tilted, eyes squinted to see through the dark with a struggle. His eyebrows shot up in recognition and glee, as he pulled himself back and fully entering the room, shutting the door behind him with familiarity and leaning on it with comfort.
āI knew that it was you that shouted!ā Ant whispers across the room, as if his presence wasnt something that was practically announced with a megaphone, what with all the commotion he had made.
He, with all the theatrics of a restless mind cooped up in a small shop, swung his foot forward, expertly avoiding all obstacles with precision; for him to all but skip across the room to where said lonely robot lady was. He made no mention of the connecting wires to her, used to it by now, and leaned forward with a gleeful gaze.
āAnd to those whom it may concern, I was not the cause of this outage, my dear. Though, are you alright?ā
Her eyes glow in the dark like a cat as they lock in on him. Her hands rush to her stomach to cover the mess of wire connections, even though she knows he doesnāt mind them.
āIā¦ Iām alright..! N-No damage..!ā, she rushes to answer. āH-how are you doing..? D-do you need something..? I canāt do much withoutā the powerā but Iād do my best to do whatever you need..!ā, she stammered, struggling to keep her anxiety quiet.
She looked down to herself for a momentā yanking out the cords and closing the cavity before looking back up at him. āI-Iām happy to see you..!ā
She fidgets with the cords, feeling more nervous than sheās felt in a while. Sheās trying so hard to not ruminate on all the information sheās missing in just these few minutes. She feelsā¦ an itch spreading throughout her circuitsā so deep sheād have to rip off her panels to het to it.
āW-was myā¦ scream really that loud..? Thatāsā¦ embarrassingā¦ā
Ant hummed, thoughtfully as he observed her fretting nature. A desperate part of him wanted to nuzzle his face to Panvour, a gentle movement to aid in calming her down, yet he held back, thoughts in his mind reasoning that he wouldnt do any good in overstimulating her when she was already in such a frantic stateā a want to comfort her with little experience how to.
He let her maneuver about with no complaint, adjusting the wires and cord. āI dont ask of anything from you, other than company, Panna dear. Im very happy to see you as well!ā The sweet names rolled off his tongue like it was something so natural to him, all those hours of practicing which ones he thought were suited best coming in handy.
Her anxious movements were telling of her worries, something that Ant learned of after their first meeting. His eyes wrinkled even more, crows feet, all from the widen smile that was hidden by his mask. āYou might have been a little loud. Its no bother thoughā in fact, completely reasonable given you were in the moment of scourging for more leads!ā
He let a hand gently fall to her arm, circling small motions in hopes of having her be more grounded in what was currently happening, rather than what she could be doing. āTake a moment, yeah?ā It was a gentle plea, but nothing if not drowning in adoration for her, a wish for her to not throw herself into worry.
Her fidgeting slowed as he expressed his enjoyment of her company and addressed her sweetly. She could feel something bubbling in her chest and under the layers of silicon covering her body. She wasnāt sure what it was, but she knew it was a pleasant shift from the itching feeling from moments ago and she was grateful for that.
She leaned into his touch a bit too eagerly, accepting and seeking the comfort. Any contact with him sparked her sensors differently than anything else. She didnāt understand why. He may be a bit of a supernatural person, but that shouldnāt affect how her sensors pick up physical contact, right? For once she didnāt entirely mind not knowing, though, because it felt kind of like magic.
āIā¦ uhmā¦ a-alrightā¦ thenā¦ I willā¦ take a breakā¦ with youā¦ā, she answered slowly and carefully, trying keep herself calm. She echoed the words in her head, trying to convince herself to actually commit to it. Her fingers drifted to the plug in her stomach, and she hesitantly started to disconnect it. She was taking a break. The power was down. She was taking a break. She didnāt need it.
Her leaning into him started turning into pushingā like when a dog throws their whole body weight on you so you wonāt leave. Her big solid-color eyes were locked on him. The lack of pupils limited expression, but it was still clear that they held a deep affection.
āWhat would youā¦ like to do..?ā, she inquired with a bit of timidity creeping into her voice.
In response to her adorably endearing want for more touch, Ant figured that such actions were now more properly acceptable. He let her lean on him with ease, finding the weight of her to be a comfort in of itself, something to remind him of both his physicality and Pannas presence.
Having her here always made him feel more understood in his struggles, safety in being completely known, disgusting parts and all, and have it all be loved. He could only hope he brought the same feeling of home to her.
He let his arms fully engulf around her, a genuine hug, with a hum of a song thats been plaguing his mind, and slotted Pannas head just beneath his chin. With a deep breath in, he nuzzled his cheek into her, appreciating the moment in its fullest.
āI felt that, perhaps, we could spend some time together. Oh, I missed you so dearlyā¦ā He squeezed a tad tighter, to emphasize this statement, though not enough to injure, āIt is a wonderful night out. I hear the sky is supposed to be clear!ā Said with a whisper, as if it wasnt information freely available. Like a confidential fact of the universe that he has specifically chosen to share with her, his most trustworthy partner in city exploration.
Ideas of star gazing on the clocktower within Gotham, to simply roaming the edges of the city near the docks graced his mind, to which he freely expressed to Panna. There were always so many options he was open to, so many ideasā none of them particularly struck out to him, so long as he could spend the time with her.
She hugged him back, and he could feel the warmth of her āskinā. Thereās a faint humming sound of her inner mechanisms at work. Fans kicking on to handle her āblushingā face, hydraulics running, gears turning. Maybe in this momentā her living wasnāt just a facade. Maybe right nowā just for a momentā she was alive. Maybe she wasnāt just someone crude imitation of someone long gone. She felt alive. Truly alive. He made her feel alive.
She smiled, and the humming kicked up a bit like the purr of a cat. āIād love to spend time with youā¦ as much as possibleā¦ whatever you want to doā¦ā, she mumbled against him as she nuzzled his chest. āI missed you more..!ā, she chirped it like a playful challenge.
Her panic was melting away with the warmth of his affections. Her mind was no longer swarmed with anxieties. Insteadā it was swarmed with images of silly little romantic moments between them. Holding hands, making up constellations, talking about everything and nothingā¦ Except it wasnāt romantic! I couldnāt possibly beā¦ because she couldnāt let that happen. Neverā¦
Despite her efforts, a very romantic idea crossed her mind. An image of themā kissing. She immediately felt the deepest embarrassment one could imagine. I meanā how could she even consider that! Itās much too forward even for a fantasy! They were just friends! Best friends! Surely heād rather kiss a real person instead of one made of silicones and plastics and metals.
Exceptā now that she wanted to stop thinking about itā¦ that was ALL she could think about.
She pushed her face a bit more firmly against his chest while trying to focus on ANYTHING other than dreams of kissing him.
(Open rp starter)
The lab is sad as it always is. Abandoned with its little robot lady left for scrap, the only noise is from a computer connected to her stomach cavity where all the unsightly things are kept.
The detectives visit for a few minutes, then they leave. Every departure makes her even more desperate to get them to stay.
Itās not easy being a lonely robot lady.
Nobody wants to be your friend when youāre a crazy robot lady.
Her circuitry is crying for help under the strain of constant searching, but she canāt stop. She has a job to do. When itās done, sheāll have friends. She wonāt be lonely anymore.
A flicker of the lights and the power is gone. She stares at the blank screen before letting out a terrible scream.
āDAMN IT!!!ā
There had been detectives outside earlier. He had ducked into the building as quietly as he could, and decided to lay low there for a few hours. Isley had been poking through the abandoned labs in the building, searching for any abandoned equipment he could pilfer ever since.
He had a small bag, which he had also found in the abandoned labs, one of the yellow and red biohazard ones, containing his current findings. Mostly, it was some small components to bigger machines, but they were all things that needed replacing in his own labs.
It was dark, and mostly quiet. He turned on the lights as he went, sifting through the rooms with a gentle pace.
He entered a room he hadnāt seen before, only to see a silhouette of someone he didnāt realize was also in the building. He tried to see who they were, but as he looked closer, the lights went out. They flickered for a moment, revealing the tall man in a lab coat, but quickly died again.
The figure before him let out an unholy scream.
Isley tried to step back, but his foot landed on something on the ground, some kind of paper or cloth left there, he couldnāt tell what in the dark, and he slid to the floor, hitting it with a thunk.
He sensed eyes on him. āHey there?ā
Her head snapped to look at him, her eyes locking onto his position. They glowed like those of a cat stalking in the night.
āH-hello..?ā, she called out, her voice taking on a more synthetic sound than normalā seemingly similar to an anxious crack in the voice.
She roughly yanked out the cables from the port in her stomach and turned her whole body toward him. She began to properly analyze him. She notices heād slipped on one of her sewing projects, and she feels a silly bit of embarrassment creeping up on herā thankfully distracting her a bit from her other worse feelings.
āMy name is Panna..! I-Iām sorry you slipped..! Are you alright..? I know first aid..! Thereās medical equipment hereā I can get it from the cabinets..!ā, she scrambled to talk to the man in front on her, hoping he wouldnāt run away.
āI-I never really see new faces hereā¦ā, she mumbled to herself before snapping back to addressing the new face. āUhmā¦ what are youā¦ up to..? I can help with whatever you need..! Iām a very smart lady..! I love to help people..! I can help with anything..!ā, she offered with an enthusiasm that almost seemedā¦ unsettlingly desperate.
(Open rp starter)
The lab is sad as it always is. Abandoned with its little robot lady left for scrap, the only noise is from a computer connected to her stomach cavity where all the unsightly things are kept.
The detectives visit for a few minutes, then they leave. Every departure makes her even more desperate to get them to stay.
Itās not easy being a lonely robot lady.
Nobody wants to be your friend when youāre a crazy robot lady.
Her circuitry is crying for help under the strain of constant searching, but she canāt stop. She has a job to do. When itās done, sheāll have friends. She wonāt be lonely anymore.
A flicker of the lights and the power is gone. She stares at the blank screen before letting out a terrible scream.
āDAMN IT!!!ā
A shuffle from the next room is heard, then a hefty thud, before a few moments of pure silence passed. Loud and obnoxious bumps riddled the quiet. A creak from the metal door that closed off the lab sounded through, slowly opening inwardā only a few inches from its original position.
A head of wavy brown hair peeked from behind it, curiously tilted, eyes squinted to see through the dark with a struggle. His eyebrows shot up in recognition and glee, as he pulled himself back and fully entering the room, shutting the door behind him with familiarity and leaning on it with comfort.
āI knew that it was you that shouted!ā Ant whispers across the room, as if his presence wasnt something that was practically announced with a megaphone, what with all the commotion he had made.
He, with all the theatrics of a restless mind cooped up in a small shop, swung his foot forward, expertly avoiding all obstacles with precision; for him to all but skip across the room to where said lonely robot lady was. He made no mention of the connecting wires to her, used to it by now, and leaned forward with a gleeful gaze.
āAnd to those whom it may concern, I was not the cause of this outage, my dear. Though, are you alright?ā
Her eyes glow in the dark like a cat as they lock in on him. Her hands rush to her stomach to cover the mess of wire connections, even though she knows he doesnāt mind them.
āIā¦ Iām alright..! N-No damage..!ā, she rushes to answer. āH-how are you doing..? D-do you need something..? I canāt do much withoutā the powerā but Iād do my best to do whatever you need..!ā, she stammered, struggling to keep her anxiety quiet.
She looked down to herself for a momentā yanking out the cords and closing the cavity before looking back up at him. āI-Iām happy to see you..!ā
She fidgets with the cords, feeling more nervous than sheās felt in a while. Sheās trying so hard to not ruminate on all the information sheās missing in just these few minutes. She feelsā¦ an itch spreading throughout her circuitsā so deep sheād have to rip off her panels to het to it.
āW-was myā¦ scream really that loud..? Thatāsā¦ embarrassingā¦ā
Ant hummed, thoughtfully as he observed her fretting nature. A desperate part of him wanted to nuzzle his face to Panvour, a gentle movement to aid in calming her down, yet he held back, thoughts in his mind reasoning that he wouldnt do any good in overstimulating her when she was already in such a frantic stateā a want to comfort her with little experience how to.
He let her maneuver about with no complaint, adjusting the wires and cord. āI dont ask of anything from you, other than company, Panna dear. Im very happy to see you as well!ā The sweet names rolled off his tongue like it was something so natural to him, all those hours of practicing which ones he thought were suited best coming in handy.
Her anxious movements were telling of her worries, something that Ant learned of after their first meeting. His eyes wrinkled even more, crows feet, all from the widen smile that was hidden by his mask. āYou might have been a little loud. Its no bother thoughā in fact, completely reasonable given you were in the moment of scourging for more leads!ā
He let a hand gently fall to her arm, circling small motions in hopes of having her be more grounded in what was currently happening, rather than what she could be doing. āTake a moment, yeah?ā It was a gentle plea, but nothing if not drowning in adoration for her, a wish for her to not throw herself into worry.
Her fidgeting slowed as he expressed his enjoyment of her company and addressed her sweetly. She could feel something bubbling in her chest and under the layers of silicon covering her body. She wasnāt sure what it was, but she knew it was a pleasant shift from the itching feeling from moments ago and she was grateful for that.
She leaned into his touch a bit too eagerly, accepting and seeking the comfort. Any contact with him sparked her sensors differently than anything else. She didnāt understand why. He may be a bit of a supernatural person, but that shouldnāt affect how her sensors pick up physical contact, right? For once she didnāt entirely mind not knowing, though, because it felt kind of like magic.
āIā¦ uhmā¦ a-alrightā¦ thenā¦ I willā¦ take a breakā¦ with youā¦ā, she answered slowly and carefully, trying keep herself calm. She echoed the words in her head, trying to convince herself to actually commit to it. Her fingers drifted to the plug in her stomach, and she hesitantly started to disconnect it. She was taking a break. The power was down. She was taking a break. She didnāt need it.
Her leaning into him started turning into pushingā like when a dog throws their whole body weight on you so you wonāt leave. Her big solid-color eyes were locked on him. The lack of pupils limited expression, but it was still clear that they held a deep affection.
āWhat would youā¦ like to do..?ā, she inquired with a bit of timidity creeping into her voice.
(Open rp starter)
The lab is sad as it always is. Abandoned with its little robot lady left for scrap, the only noise is from a computer connected to her stomach cavity where all the unsightly things are kept.
The detectives visit for a few minutes, then they leave. Every departure makes her even more desperate to get them to stay.
Itās not easy being a lonely robot lady.
Nobody wants to be your friend when youāre a crazy robot lady.
Her circuitry is crying for help under the strain of constant searching, but she canāt stop. She has a job to do. When itās done, sheāll have friends. She wonāt be lonely anymore.
A flicker of the lights and the power is gone. She stares at the blank screen before letting out a terrible scream.
āDAMN IT!!!ā
A shuffle from the next room is heard, then a hefty thud, before a few moments of pure silence passed. Loud and obnoxious bumps riddled the quiet. A creak from the metal door that closed off the lab sounded through, slowly opening inwardā only a few inches from its original position.
A head of wavy brown hair peeked from behind it, curiously tilted, eyes squinted to see through the dark with a struggle. His eyebrows shot up in recognition and glee, as he pulled himself back and fully entering the room, shutting the door behind him with familiarity and leaning on it with comfort.
āI knew that it was you that shouted!ā Ant whispers across the room, as if his presence wasnt something that was practically announced with a megaphone, what with all the commotion he had made.
He, with all the theatrics of a restless mind cooped up in a small shop, swung his foot forward, expertly avoiding all obstacles with precision; for him to all but skip across the room to where said lonely robot lady was. He made no mention of the connecting wires to her, used to it by now, and leaned forward with a gleeful gaze.
āAnd to those whom it may concern, I was not the cause of this outage, my dear. Though, are you alright?ā
Her eyes glow in the dark like a cat as they lock in on him. Her hands rush to her stomach to cover the mess of wire connections, even though she knows he doesnāt mind them.
āIā¦ Iām alright..! N-No damage..!ā, she rushes to answer. āH-how are you doing..? D-do you need something..? I canāt do much withoutā the powerā but Iād do my best to do whatever you need..!ā, she stammered, struggling to keep her anxiety quiet.
She looked down to herself for a momentā yanking out the cords and closing the cavity before looking back up at him. āI-Iām happy to see you..!ā
She fidgets with the cords, feeling more nervous than sheās felt in a while. Sheās trying so hard to not ruminate on all the information sheās missing in just these few minutes. She feelsā¦ an itch spreading throughout her circuitsā so deep sheād have to rip off her panels to het to it.
āW-was myā¦ scream really that loud..? Thatāsā¦ embarrassingā¦ā
Simple OC Ask List.
What emotion do you most readily associate with your OC?
Does your OC prefer the beauty of nature or the bustle of the big city?
If they had to flee a burning building, which possession would they be most keen to grab on the way out?
Is your OC more likely to be getting up with the dawn - or just heading to bed?
What changes come over your OC when they are hungry?
Does your OC have a go-to insult when people irritate them or let them down?
Where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace.
Does your OC have a particualr fear or phobia?
What might your OC wear if they knew they would be called upon to fight or otherwise be active?
What habit should your OC really try to break, but almost certainly never will?
probably unease. fear seems like an obvious choice (because her only real interactions are all with @crowsinthecornfield), but i think unease suits her overall demeanor and life way better.
i think, if she ever gave it a chance, she'd like the hum of the beach (side note i fucking hate the beach i hate sand i hate being in the ocean). She doesn't like full silence, so the crashing of waves would probably be a nice middle ground. However, she's never left gotham (other than the emergency trip to georgia a bit ago) so she thinks this amount of noise is normal.
the music box.
hm.. i don't know. tabitha strikes me as a sleep early wake late kinda girl.
she gets overwhelmed easier, and her hallucinations become a bit worse for her.
irritation: jackass, but if they let her down she likely won't insult them
would i be cruel to say crane's lab?
oh gosh, here we go: Sedatephobia, Autophobia, Homichlophobia, Eisoptrophobia (quibble's doctor this is for you lmao)
Something she can move in, but dark, unassuming. her best tactic is range attacks using her hallucinokinesis
she has a bad habit of ignoring people because she genuinely doesn't think they're there. she's so used to ignoring her mother, father, et al, that she forgets people can be real too
Okay, while the easy answer is fear. But, I would also say a profound sense of loneliness. Even when he is surrounded by people, and even if he allowed himself to be loved, I don't think that Jonathan would ever be able to shake the feeling of exclusion that was so thoroughly instilled in him.
He hates them both equally, though for separate reasons.
The building and burning and everyone that he even marginally likes is already out of it and safe? Let it burn, then. Let it get reduced to rubble. Let him burn with it, for all he cares.
Heading to bed. He defiantly works late into the night, because that's when everything else is silent enough for him to think.
...counterproductively, he vomits, probably. Or feels nauseous. Or, in general, will do anything in his power to not eat anything, and get sick if he tries.
"Bless your heart."
You can find him on the rooftops of buildings. During every single stage of his life, he will always head up onto a roof when he needs peace and quiet and a break from it all.
:)
His gas mask. He actually carries it around with him with the specific purpose of putting on the Scarecrow's face whenever he has to fight or kill.
Oh there's so many, it's not even funny. The only reason he quit smoking is because he physically could not inhale the smoke anymore. The only reason he quit injecting his toxins is because they didn't work anymore. He has a fun habit of being very easily addicted to things, and only quitting when the universe forces him to.
Tagging ~ @batwoman-or-whatever @director-of-arkham-city @askd0ctorjcrane @theoneandonlyscaregoon
1. Itās hard to say but I think glee is really shining through recently. Mari was created with the whole āif you love your job youāll never work a day in your lifeā idea, and although they are going through their rebellious phase, this still holds true in their identity as Merrymaker. They also have an underlying sense of guilt. They often play it up, claiming that theyāre a ābad personā without making any real change to their behavior. While they put on a show, never losing the mask of Merry even in their day to day life, they fall asleep stewing in the shame of knowing that normal people donāt do what they do.
2. Big city all the way. Mari is a born and bred gothamite through and through and I canāt see them living anywhere else.
3. Their mask.
4. Heading to bed. They push themselves to the point of exhaustion and spend late nights in the lab.
5. Not really. Theyāre normally pretty good about remembering to eat but sometimes they get absorbed in their work and forget. Even then they just get a little irritated.
6. Good old strung together curses (āmother fking btch ss little shtā) or condescension (āaw, how quaintā)
7. Libraries and rooftops are their safe places
8. Atychiphobia, Haphephobia (specifically being touched by strangers), Mysophobia, to name a few
9. Their mask, obviously. One of the versions of their costume with pants.
10. They often wipe their hand clean when touching a stranger. They tend to disappear for long periods of time without warning. They pick at their cuticles and hems of their clothes.
@yasmina-todd-retireddeadgirl @ants-body-shop @drisleythorn @wayneenterprise-pr @someguyingotham @miss-tuesday + anyone else
If it is considered an emotion, i would have to say suicidal ideation. This man is desperate for the sweet relief of death. Other than that, I would def have to say YEARNING. He is wildly discontent with his life and is forced to forever want to go back to his position of being undoubtedly dead, but unable to through āØš§magic!!!šŖš¦ this man is so tired please help him succeed
He grew up in the city, died (multiple times) in the city, so hes definitely used to the bustle of it. He would go insane with how ironically lifeless it is in nature. No car honks or angry drivers, no people talking. Nothing. Empty.
It would depend HEAVILY on whos with him and what building hes in. If its his apartment, its his cash. If its his garage shop, its his paperwork and reminders. He needs to update his customers ASAP if his goods are destroyed. #customerservice
More likely to be heading to bed at dawn. Lots of his work happens during the night where multiple people wont be screaming about a walking corpse making its way downtown. Walking fast. Faces past and theyre home bound š¶šµš¶šµš¶
While he doesnt get outwardly hangery, his more petty and spiteful side does come out. Hes not sarcastic by any means, but its incredibly obvious his niceties are becoming more of a forced facade to cover up his emotions than genuine. He also gets sort of restless. He lowkey has an obsession with keeping his physical self is top condition (peek no 8 ;) )
Not particularly! He does his best to not insult people, any person can be a potential client after all, and anything that does come out to indeed insult someone when hes irritated, is made on the spot and personalized to the current situation / knowledge of the other person.
The graveyard, though he tries to limit his personal trips to themā simply to separate his business endeavors and his outright yearning. Otherwise, he enjoys laying down in the dirt and feeling the soil encase his hands as he digs them in.
He very greatly fears seeing his mind deteriorate before his body does. He doesnt want to get old, what with all the neurons and brain processes dying before you do. A dead man walking. An unthinking corpse whos heart hasnt rotted with yet. (This shit abt to be SO ironic to me. Not to him tho)
Loose clothing. He already has to be pretty active in his work to dismember corpses, so what he is normally wearing.
He should really break out of constantly wearing his mask. What started as a simple protection and safety measure became a sense of security. The more he indulges in wearing it, the more he reinforces the want to hide his face away.
Tagging! @littlereqiuem @all-consumingcutie @isleyrp @luvmailing @the-martja
1. Desperation and mania. She was made to embody that. Thereās never really a moment where sheās not in agonizing desperation, and sheās constantly in a revolving door of manic episodes. Being calm scares her more than ālivingā like this forever, so she stays like this.
2. I think she yearns for the beauty of nature, but she knows she canāt have it without destroying it, so she confines herself to busy cities and staring at the city lights to pretend theyāre the stars she canāt see anymore.
3. I think Panna would rather risk being destroyed to save everything she loves. Sheās terrified of it, but if it really came to itā¦ she would rather burn to death than let go of anything she worked so hard to keep.
4. She never sleeps. Literally never shuts down at all. She stays in her āroomā and does evil robot girl stuff. Sheās most active at night. Thatās when the metal illness demons take over.
5. Sheās always hungry. Not for food, but for anything and everything. Pan-vour: all consuming. She gets very paranoid and panicky when sheās particularly hungry for something, though.
6. Sheās too nice to insult people (She comes up with hyper specific insults and has a file of just her talking shit about people she hates. She has the capacity to be the meanest person youāve ever met.)
7. Antās shop. Itās crazy the only place she feels really comfortable other than the lab is literally full of cadavers but her bestie is there and he makes her happy.
8. āAthazagoraphobia is an intense fear of being forgotten or forgetting somethingā, āTomophobia is the intense, irrational fear of surgery or other invasive medical proceduresā
9. Her typical clothing! Itās already pretty easy to move in. And she would have John the ray-gun. We love John the ray-gun.
10. Everything honestly. The constant overworking of her servers, the constant searching for more data, the constant checking over and over again to see if anything is missing, the constant downward spiral. She needs to get out, but itās a part of her. Itās what she is. Sheās never been or been allowed to be anything else.
I have completed my new outfit !!!
@ants-body-shop what do you think? I did much research to construct it! Also sourcing of materials that I definitely paid for!
AGHHHHH WHY IS IT SOOOO CCUTE????
Thank you!!!
Youāre so sweet!!!
Giving you a big virtual hug! <3
what is everyone's favourite flower? I would like to know.
@drowninnoodles @umbral-paladin @cr4ft11 @belle-and-seblesbian @luigipowtumbl @absolutesilly3 @strangelycasualhorror @imnotactallycool
SNAPDRAGONS!!! THEY'RE SO COOL LOOKING!!! >:3
I'm gonna leave this open for anyone to join in on. X3
Mine are Pansies! In a way, they remind me of my growth with interacting with others online
@pipittypro @emberthearsonist @stargazingdustbunny @anything-but-the-kitchen-sink
Mine is not what anyone who knows my ocs is probably expecting me to say: it's actually Bleeding Hearts
Because they are pretty, have a dramatic name, and we have one in the front garden :)
@dorky-vest-incarnate @skyactually @livviedaltonvintagedoll @batgirlspain
Thanks for tagging me, @stargazingdustbunny !
Mineās Tiger Lily. Theyāre vibrant, bold and fiery.
@batwoman-or-whatever @batmanspain @thedoctornumber11
//Thank you for tagging me, @batgirlspain!! The tiger Lilly certainly reminds me of a certain someone.
As for me, personally, I love night-blooming flowers, so the bright impatiens are some of my favorites. One day, I hope to have a moon garden.
Kate is sentimental, so she might say moonflowers are her favorite right now because thatās Ivyās nickname for her. Very gay behavior.
Tagging: @director-of-arkham-city @strikesfearbringshope @dividedbybinaries @hackxr @ask-doctor-quinn @crowsinthecornfield @ivy-posting @questionquery and anyone else who wants to join!
The corpse flower. It is elusive and fleeting. A reminder that even the repulsive can be beautiful and to be gentle with and in awe of the world around you.
@askd0ctorjcrane, @crowsinthecornfield, @teaholding-eyestrain, @temp-war-profiteer, @hermesofeyes
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Iām quite fond of Lilly of the Valleys. Iām growing some myself right now.
@miss-tuesday @assisting-gothams-horror-king @ants-body-shop @cecilistired @wayneenterprise-pr
Thank you sincerely for the tag!
Mine happens to be Marigolds, known to help guide spirits back to their home and loved ones!
@littlereqiuem @theexistance @fireandwhatever @all-consumingcutie @isleyrp @luvmailing @the-martja
Forget-me-not (Myosotis)
Theyāre me colored!
Open tag!
I am thankful forā¦
My dearest friends!
I wish I could have a thanksgiving dinner, but I canāt eat and I have no familyā¦ so I instead will compile files of all that I am thankful for!
I am thankful for those that I have met through my entrepreneurial endeavors. Thus, this includes you!
Family are those who the person chooses. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the wate of the womb. My apartment door is open for you to come and enjoy a good puzzle with me!
If I could cry, I would..! Happy tears..!
I will take you up on that offer!
And I have completed your gift! I will bring it with me!
What a sweet thing of you to do! Much love for your fantastic craftsmanship, from me to you. I will hold this dear and close to my heart, and will ensure it will stay in upmost perfect condition.
Goodness! If I ever have a proper funeral, I will surely wear this to tie my outfit together. The main piece of it all!
I am thankful forā¦
My dearest friends!
I wish I could have a thanksgiving dinner, but I canāt eat and I have no familyā¦ so I instead will compile files of all that I am thankful for!
I am thankful for those that I have met through my entrepreneurial endeavors. Thus, this includes you!
Family are those who the person chooses. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the wate of the womb. My apartment door is open for you to come and enjoy a good puzzle with me!
If I could cry, I would..! Happy tears..!
I will take you up on that offer!
And I have completed your gift! I will bring it with me!
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Log ā°ā°ā°
?: what are you grateful for, Hallie?
H: thereās too many things to countā¦ thereās so many things I hold dearā¦
?: what are you most grateful for right now, then?
H: uhmā¦ the pie ā°ā°ā°ā° brought..?
H: itās the nicest thing heās ever doneā¦
?: haha yes, Iām grateful for that as well.
H: what are you most grateful for right now..?
?: you. Youāre like
?: hmā¦
?: a daughter to me.
H: Oh! Thenā¦
H: I change my mind!
H: Iām most grateful for you, too!
