L𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜.

Indie / Semi Selective Follows back from Luxemusings

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𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

A study in; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 roleplay blog for 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗 from the 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 franchise. Est. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 | 𝚄𝙺 - 𝙶𝙼𝚃 | Penned by 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 | 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 - here @v-hub-v

❝That's not as many as it sounds,❞ he shrugged, beginning to pick at his thumbs; a habit he'd developed in response to his mothers constant nagging about him biting his nails. It gave a similar sensation, and meant he wasn't told off - not that she could do much of anything now - so it was a fair trade to him, and distracted him from his ramblings. ❝Nine times out of ten they end up half smoked on my desk anyway - I get distracted too easy I suppose, my books are usually they're about the thing I'm working on, I'm not a fan of fiction really, I prefer to be...doing something with it, or I'll never finish the damn thing.❞

To be brutally honest, Michael could tell that his father was trying his hardest to take interest in his life. That was the problem, to a degree - surely his father shouldn't have to try to be interested in his son - and yet, Michael was honestly slightly comforted in the idea that maybe this would be the time that they finally clicked. There was a small part of him - deep within him - that was just ecstatic that his father and him shared an interest, the use of a pet name he hadn't heard in an ungodly amount of time making Michael wonder if his father was proud.

❝Well I,❞ he began, trailing off slightly again as he tried to bring his brain in time with his mouth ❝I actually really enjoy robotics, but I guess I've taken a little break - I mostly just take apart things and put them back together these days.❞

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He'd have been lying if he said he wasn't somehow more concerned by the development in conversation. The more invested in his life his father suddenly became, the more convinced he was that something god awful was about to happen. He cringed slightly at his fathers attempts in sounding something resembling hip, however the feeling was quickly replaced by one of slight anger. Truth be told, he felt somewhat guilty for not spending more time with his father; in spite of everything, there was a constant part of him that would always feel responsible for the incident that lead to the downfall of their relationship. He tried not to go too hard on himself for the most part. After all, there was in fact very little that his young self could have done other than begging his father to love him, and that had never worked anyway.

He was somewhat glad that his father was starting to show this level of interest - though it was far too late, it was exactly what he'd always wanted. After all, nobody ever hid just how much like his father Michael was, and he'd once taken great pride in his position as William's son, taking every opportunity to tell anyone he met about him. ❛My middle name is William - It's after my dad - he makes robots and they're really cool!❜

❝I...I think I'd like that,❞ Michael eventually spoke, his voice quiet, still worried about the potential for horrific news he was about to face.

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 - here @behindslaughter

Michael stood next to his father, staring at the floor, wondering why the hell he'd agreed to this. His relationship with his father had always been strained to put it lightly, and yet there was a part of him that found it impossible to refuse any request he ever made. Perhaps it was a symptom of being the oldest only child - let alone the oldest only son - perhaps some hangover from the pressure of it all. Their phone call had been short; something which was common when it came to their interactions. He had barely slept the night before, his mind reeling as it filled in the blanks with a thousand horrific situations that could possibly require his presence here, a million interpretations of his fathers cryptic orders.

❛Well yes, but quite frankly I'm so used to this nonsense that I'm not convinced I want the answers❜ He thought, looking up as his father spoke, taking care not to look him in the eye, worried he'd say what was in his mind, rather than what was probably polite.

❝Yes, I think that's fair to say.❞ he eventually managed.

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A somewhat awkward silence filled the elevator as Michael processed the information that was being offboarded to him. ❝Naturally so,❞ he spoke, glancing at the elevator numbers, mentally inspecting the wear of each button, the way they'd chipped with use - anything to stop his mind spinning out of control in the way that it was.

❛I swear to God old man, whatever you're about to get me involved in better be world changing.❜ He mused to himself, lightly picking at the skin on his nails. This may just have been the longest amount of time they'd spent together as of late - something had shifted in Michael - he was an only child now - and whilst he wasn't sure how to process this information, he was almost certain his father would not have helped. ❝I suppose I'll do the best I can,❞

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parent & child relationship prompts, requested by anonymous.

sentences.

“hey. are you okay?”

“what’s up, kiddo?”

“what are you doing?”

“hey, uh, things got tough back there… wanna go get some dessert or somethin’?”

“can you… nevermind, it’s probably stupid.”

“what do you think about being… my kid. like, officially.”

“it’s nice that you care so much.”

“you keep glancing at me. what’s your deal?”

“i’m curious, what kinda things are you into nowadays?”

“well, when i was a kid…”

“where’s your parents?”

“come here. we have to talk.”

“you’re a huge nerd, you know that?”

“hey, pack your stuff. we’ve gotta go.”

“why do we have to be at [place]?”

“i’ve got adoption papers lined up. your approval is all that’s left.”

“how long ‘till we go home?”

“hey, maybe after all this… i could visit your place sometimes?”

“look! a dog!”

“did you just call me your… [parent/mother/father]?”

“i’m worried i won’t be able to keep you safe.”

“it’s not your job to protect me. i can take care of myself.”

“you look like you need a hug.”

“pff. what are you, my [dad/mom/parent]?”

“i know what you’re trying to do. it’s not gonna work on me.”

actions.

[ tousle ] sender ruffles receiver’s hair.

[ guide ] sender gently grabs receiver’s hand, making sure they won’t get separated.

[ plead ] sender looks at receiver with puppy-dog eyes.

[ drive ] sender motions to a vehicle, which has a few bags of supplies on it, sender evidently prepared to go somewhere with receiver.

[ nudge ] sender tries to discreetly jab receiver with their elbow.

[ lift ] sender hooks their arms under receiver’s arms and lifts them up.

[ raise ] sender motions for receiver to climb on their outstretched hands so sender can boost receiver up.

[ guard ] sender moves in front of receiver, putting receiver between sender and a possible threat.

[ show ] sender motions to receiver for receiver to come over and see (something that sender finds interesting).

[ wipe ] sender wipes off a smudge on receiver’s face.

[ notice ] sender notices receiver looking at something, and makes an expression of curiosity towards receiver.

[ embrace ] sender hugs receiver tightly.

[ huddle ] sender inches closer to receiver, pressing against receiver’s side.

[ hiccup ] sender notices receiver with watery eyes, and gently sets a hand on receiver’s shoulder.

[ got you ] sender embraces receiver, nestling receiver against their chest with sender’s back to a threat so they protect receiver.

[ sleepy ] sender slumps against receiver a bit, evidently tired.

[ hungry? ] sender offers receiver a snack/food.

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 - here @behindslaughter

Michael stood next to his father, staring at the floor, wondering why the hell he'd agreed to this. His relationship with his father had always been strained to put it lightly, and yet there was a part of him that found it impossible to refuse any request he ever made. Perhaps it was a symptom of being the oldest only child - let alone the oldest only son - perhaps some hangover from the pressure of it all. Their phone call had been short; something which was common when it came to their interactions. He had barely slept the night before, his mind reeling as it filled in the blanks with a thousand horrific situations that could possibly require his presence here, a million interpretations of his fathers cryptic orders.

❛Well yes, but quite frankly I'm so used to this nonsense that I'm not convinced I want the answers❜ He thought, looking up as his father spoke, taking care not to look him in the eye, worried he'd say what was in his mind, rather than what was probably polite.

❝Yes, I think that's fair to say.❞ he eventually managed.

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 - here @v-hub-v

❝That's not as many as it sounds,❞ he shrugged, beginning to pick at his thumbs; a habit he'd developed in response to his mothers constant nagging about him biting his nails. It gave a similar sensation, and meant he wasn't told off - not that she could do much of anything now - so it was a fair trade to him, and distracted him from his ramblings. ❝Nine times out of ten they end up half smoked on my desk anyway - I get distracted too easy I suppose, my books are usually they're about the thing I'm working on, I'm not a fan of fiction really, I prefer to be...doing something with it, or I'll never finish the damn thing.❞

To be brutally honest, Michael could tell that his father was trying his hardest to take interest in his life. That was the problem, to a degree - surely his father shouldn't have to try to be interested in his son - and yet, Michael was honestly slightly comforted in the idea that maybe this would be the time that they finally clicked. There was a small part of him - deep within him - that was just ecstatic that his father and him shared an interest, the use of a pet name he hadn't heard in an ungodly amount of time making Michael wonder if his father was proud.

❝Well I,❞ he began, trailing off slightly again as he tried to bring his brain in time with his mouth ❝I actually really enjoy robotics, but I guess I've taken a little break - I mostly just take apart things and put them back together these days.❞

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𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 side blog for 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗 from 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢’𝚜 | Est. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 by 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎 | Header by 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎 | Follows back from 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 side blog for 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗 from 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢’𝚜 | Est. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 by 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎 | Header by 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎 | Follows back from 𝙻𝚞𝚡𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

►𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ►𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 ►𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 ►𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 ►𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍

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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜: Possible, verse dependent. 𝙿𝚛𝚎-𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜: Likely.

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