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Birbs (I never played Slay the princess, my friend forced me to draw this)
Good art. You will see good art there. Look at the good art. You see the art I reposted? You like the art? Yes you do. Then look at the rest. Go now.
Practice drawing of creature feature.
Why so angy?
Silliness has taken over with my plant creature oc. (Yes I am working on serious art in the background)
No ship art, most came out of jokes and funny ideas. All characters respectfully belong to their owners.
Folly, can you see out of the eyes you have on your legs? If yes how does it feel like walking, aren't they sensitive? How often does sand or dust get into them
And Cilesau what do you love about folly the most?
Thank you for the question, I appreciate it very much :]
And thanks to my friend who helps me write more accurate.
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Fulfilling my old childhood dream to have my own ask blog (even if it's just this page) of a random character because I simply can.
Meet Cilesau. The newest addition to the Regretevator who is a little bit to much of a fan of Folly.
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I apologize for what my sleep lacking brain created out of a reading mistake. I was made aware on how cursed this is even if I laugh every time seeing it.
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First bloody steps on becoming good(P1)
Summary: After being caught as a high villain, you were pressured to join The Phoenix Program. Dealing with not only the people who caught you, but also heal and accept who you are.
Authors notes: I wanted angst but also comfort so here is a fic that I've been writing for a while. Will be posting part 2 soon so look out for that :) anyway enjoy
No pairings, only found family :)
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“The villain, Blood, was caught yesterday, captured by the new up and coming hero, Waterboy, and his teammate, a villain turn hero, Flambae. They fought on the east side of Torrance, using their powers to knock out the high ranked vampire villain. SDN has reported that they will try and reform the villain bef-”
The tv was turned off by a kick, glass flew by you as you took your leg out of the box. Leaving you in silence, you swore if you heard another word about this bs they had, you were gonna kill someone. You groan as you push your hands into your hair. Slightly greasy from not being able to take a shower. You could feel your stomach growl for food, fangs aching, demanding to sink into something. This prison started to feel like they were torturing you instead of just watching you. Staving a vampire to death wouldn’t be good, but surely, they can’t be this inhumane. Right?
Taking a breath, looking at the bars that were supposed to be your window. It wasn’t so clear, the thundering sound of rain pouring glorifies your shitty day. More shitty week, but who counts that. The collar on your neck was already a painful reminder, yet it keeps getting worse with every moment.
“Damn, Bitch. You look like a fucking mess.” You silently groan as you turn your head to see the villain-turned-hero there, smiling like a fucking asshole.
“I wonder why?” You flip him off before sitting on the horrible bed in your cell.
“Attiude much. Whateve’s. Anyway, some prick will be from SDN and they will ask if you want to join this phoenix shit. Redemption and all.” You see Flambae cross his arms and lean against the wall near your cell. Still wearing that smug smile he had when you were arrested. Only if you weren’t low on blood that day. “So vampire. Are you gonna help? I mean you get to team up with the most-”
“No.” Interrupting him, you lay on the bed and look at the broken TV. “Don’t really care and I’m not being placed on some shitty leash.”
You swore you felt his glare, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to be a puppet, looked at as some kind of pet or anything similar. You were already a monster, a parasite. You don’t want to be demeaned anymore.
“Bitch, you can leave this prison and help others, you complained about wanting to be a wanna-be hero. Take the stupid chance.”
You didn’t give him a response, just rolling away from him with your stomach hurting. It took a while but he walked away with a grumble, calling you stupid.
The sounds of the storm continue, reminding you that there is still worse to come.
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Blood, it was everywhere. You felt heavy, full. The familiar ache in your stomach was gone. No food could make you feel this full. Not your favorite dish growing up, not that cheap instant ramen. You could get by with animal blood or the fake blood you bought off the net. But it felt so great to be so full now.
And you remember when you came to your senses to see bodies in front of you. The moment you panicked, the way you had to fill that role. Be a terror. A nightmare to folks nearby. A feral vampire on the streets. You swore you were human before, not a parasite.
You didn’t even know when it happened, just a hazy night and you woke up in your own room. How the food you used to love tasted so mediocre now, how your parents thought you were being spoiled. How you parents freaked when you bit into someone at school, the abandonment. Kicking you out with the clothes on your back, no wallet, no nothing. You never felt so alone, so hungry on the streets. You didn’t want to become this blood-thirst monster. But after a while, you accepted the title but you rejected the food you crave.
Then the powers you had, manipulating blood, not just yours but others too. Making a battle tough on most enemies. But using your own blood had its consequences, making you not only so hungry but also light headed, like you were bleeding out.. Actually it might be that.
Your hunger was always hard to deal with though. You woke up to the bars of your cell being knocked with something. You leaned up to see a familiar hero. Blonde Blazer. Her radiance always made your skin itch when you were near her.
“Blood? Right? Or should I call you by your real name?” She asked, Blazer seemed to be in a good mood, looking at the file with your name.
“Call me what you want.” You waved her off, it seemed the guards cleaned the broken TV. Not a shard of glass on the ground and the TV was taken out. Probably lost privileges for it. Like that matters now.
“I’m sure one of the heroes that caught you came by, I was told that he talked about the program we run at-” She closed the file when you interrupted her, like Flambae but she didn’t get pissed like he did. She seemed more shocked.
“I don’t care. Look,” You stood up and walked to the bars, standing straight at her. “No person will look at me and see a hero in this mess. I’m a parasite that needs others to survive. A monster from a book.”
“Yeah and a lot of people fantasize about vampires in their beds.” You didn’t realize someone else was near, a hero you could somewhat recognize but you didn’t care then and you still don’t. But you didn’t realize how much the pain of your hunger ruins your senses. “I mean look at Twilight.”
“Visi,” The blonde shook her head as she sighed. “I told you to stay in the lobby.”
“Too late.” She gave you an up down, but she crossed her arms, leaning on the bars near you. You only offer a glare back.
“Look, Blood, we want to help you. SDN thinks you would be a perfect fit, Visi’s dispatcher also thinks so, he wants to help you.” She lifts the folder, the one filled with lies and incorrect information. One that would tell them that you are younger than they suspect. “We can always make a deal, just a trial run. A week. If you don’t like it, you can always come back here.”
“And rot, I've seen how long you are gonna be here for. Quite a long time.”
“Visi.” Blazer gave her a stern look, shaking her head for a moment. “Look, let me help you, we can get you food. You need blood and we can get you some of the blood donations from the hospitals, I’m sure they won’t mind.”
You stare at her, blinking a few times, responding quieter, “I’ll think about it.” Now in your more normal tone, “Now can you go? I would rather be alone.”
Blazer took a few moments, just keeping her eyes on you before she left. The one she called Visi stayed, she got off of the bars and continued to stare at you, her arms crossed. “You really don’t want to leave, huh?”
You didn’t respond, only looking at your hands. Remembering the feeling of blood on them, the fast-losing warmth in the bodies you held after your hunger strikes.
“We all deserve a second chance, and you do too. Shit.” You hear some rustling before a blood bag is thrown into the cell. “I know you can’t use your powers but you gotta be hungry. Join the team, and sure you get some more of those, maybe even get some fresh if you ask.” You heard her having this teasing tone before hearing some noise then footsteps. She completely left, and you never kept your eyes away from the bag in front of you. You slowly grabbed the bag, cold, and a funky smell, must be old. But beggars can’t be choosers right now. Dove your teeth into the bag, and was met with a good meal, one to at least cover you until the trial week.
Fuck. It’s gonna be a complete shit show.
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You stared at the table as Blazer finished the paperwork for your ‘parole’, she will be acting as your sponsor as well. She keeps saying that she wants to help you. The person you used to be wants to believe her but the new you knew better, they will always leave.
“Alright, I’m sure that is the last one.” The screeching of the chair pulled you back to the presence, seeing her smiling at you. “Now, let's get you fed then get you set up. Surely, you have a place to leave.”
Shaking your head, “I was homeless, I can find a-”
“You were?” Those blue eyes were filled with so much concern, her body was reacting like she got bad news.
“I got kicked out, so where would I stay?” You took a step forward, allowing the guard to release you with a glare. You knew they weren’t happy with you leaving. A monster should have stayed behind bars. You rubbed your wrist, feeling your blood ready to pounce, ready to be used once again.
“Okay, so we could have you stay with someone until we get you your own place.” She said, placing her warm hand on you, reminding you of your own cold skin. “I’m sure someone can allow you to stay with them.”
“You do know that this is only for a week, right?” You leaned away from her hand, crossing your arms.
“Right.” She looks disappointed, but nods. “A week.”
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You were left alone in a conference room, you had a few blood bags in front of you. Only taking one to drink, you wanted to tear into the others, but you didn’t know when the next meal would be. The terrible thoughts, memories, well, would you call it memories when you black out and wake up to seeing bodies.
A knock pulled you away from the terrors, opening the door is a guy. A normal one. Unlike the heroes that have buzzing in their presences or blood. He was just… normal. He sighed as he sat across from you. “So, Blood, correct?” You gave him a nod as he looked at the file, the same one Blazer had. “It says here you are doing a trial run, that you decide if you join or not by the end of the week. So I want to be able to help you to choose the side of becoming a hero, or someone to do good.”
You hummed as you glimpsed at the paper. “So… you are the dispatcher for the Z-team. The one I’m joining?”
“Yup, annoying asses but yes, I’m their dispatcher.” He looked up, his eye bags seem to have their own eye bags. Probably making his blood taste foul with the way he looks. “So while you are under the Phoenix Program, you will receive food, and you can only drink blood?”
“Well, I can eat other food, but…” You grimace at the past memories.
“You can’t stomach it?” He asked.
“Sure, let’s go with that.” You cross your arms as you look at him, wondering about his health. The more he stays in this room with you, the more you can tell he seems so out of it.
“Okay, we can cover that, while we wait for Blazer to get you an earbud. I was told to tell you that the bracelet you accepted when you walked into SDN is a tracker, it's so we can locate you. This way you don’t escape.” Where would you even go? “And can make sure you stay on route.”
“Alright, so I’m guessing I’m working today. I mean, you guys get a week, and don’t want to waste a day away.”
He stared at you for a moment, “Yes, that's what we are doing, we’ll discuss who you’ll stay with. Blazer told the team you will stay with one of them for some time, so they might pass you to the next.”
“Great.” You rolled your eyes. This is gonna be fun watching them fight.
Day 1.
Z-team. You knew them from TV, fought a couple of them, got caught by two of them. You were somewhat introduced to them.
“Well, we have someone new, I’m sure you heard about them, and few of you knew that they were joining, but we have the ex-villian, Blood, to join us. Which I realize we might need to rebrand your name.” Blazer spoke out of the earbud, you were given back the clothing you wore when you were a villain. And they were cleaned, you don’t smell the old blood on it anymore.
“So you got someone to eat us while we work. Maybe I can roleplay with them being a sparkling vampire before I fucking die.”
“That’s what I said, I mean vampires are really popular lately.” Visi spoke, you at least knew her voice.
“I- well, we capu- we caught them– me and Flambae-” The familiar stutter, the one who helped catch you and throw you in jail.
“Lad, take your time. Anyway, surely you don’t want someone who will eat us during our shift? I mean, we won’t be able to work if they just drink our blood.”
A sigh drives through the coms. “No, they won’t drink or eat you. We have food for them, and already provide them with it. So no one will have to worry that their asses will be eaten.” Robert said. And now you realized why he looked the way he did, it's probably because of this team.
“Aw, there goes my night plans.” Visi spoke up, which is now giving you some weird vibes with her.
“Anyway, continuing from where I left off,” Blazer seemed to sigh before she spoke again. “Blood will be joining for a week, if we or them decide they aren’t a good fit, they will be sent back to jail. So please help them through this and have a good shift.”
And the shift was… something, a few didn’t want to work with you and the others were okay-ish. Working with Flambae was something, it was a simple mission of a few low level villains robbing someone. It was an easy mission, he even joked with you a little bit. But did call you a bitch again before he flew off. Leaving you to travel alone.
Malevola was something, wasn’t afraid of you, but did seem a bit.. You didn’t know what to call it. It was a mission where you didn’t even do anything. The people there were afraid of you, so you just had to stay still. Away from them. A few whispers about the monster you were.
Then you were placed on missions by yourself, tracking someone, fighting a few people. Just by yourself and maybe Robert in your ear. “Hey, so, if anything happens to me while I’m on ‘parole’, will it be covered?” You used your fingers to quote ‘parole’. Robert was on cameras while you were looking for someone in the alleys. Tracking people was easy for you, each person had this scent, and the guy you were tracking was already smelling weird.
“Well, you’re on the clock so it would be covered under workers comp. Why, you looking to get yourself hurt so you can go back to jail quicker? You already took the deal so you have to go through it.”
“I’m just asking, look it’s my first actual job, fucker.” You snip back. But the line was quiet after that, only giving you some direction on how to deal with him. Fuck. Did you mess up already?
Lunch, you took one of your blood bags and went to go hide somewhere, you didn’t want to be found nor watched by your ‘coworkers’. You wanted to be alone. Well, until you smell someone nearby, you couldn’t see them but you had an idea. “Visi…” You quietly said.
She took a breath, showing herself. The brownette took a puff of her inhaler and continued to walk up the stairway. “What? I was trying to see how you are doing, Vampy, or should I call you dracula?” She said, final reaching the floor level you were hiding on. “This place fits your vampire vibes, dark and hidden.”
You glare up at her as she sat next you. “What do you need?”
“Nothing, can’t someone check up the newbie?” She shrugged, pulling out some snack. She opened it and started eating. The bloodbag seemed so heavy now.
“I’m fine, you can go.”
“Well,” She dragged the word as she animatedly talked to you. “You didn’t seem like it. You growl at each time you pair up with someone, Waterboy seemed to almost wet himself when he paired up with you.”
“Not used to be pairing with people.” You look at the blood bag, no longer wanting to look at Visi.
“Well, get used to it. Robert likes pairing us up, something about synergy. But come on, you don’t have to be this edgy teen.” You pause, but you were one. Sure an adult, but you haven’t reach your twenties yet.
“Is this a pep talk, cause you aren’t doing it well.” You glare up at her, you didn’t want this situation and it wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t turned.
“Right, wel-”
“Bitch, Bob bob is asking for you.” You look up see Flambae, he finished walking up the steps, crossing his arms, and Visi looked at him, before disappearing. Her footsteps and her smell disappeared soon after. “Damn, she bugging you?”
You looked up, the anger you felt rising disappeared, leaving you to shrug. “Fucking tell Robbo if she is. Bitch wants you to join, said you have pontental in you.”
“That's good to know.. I guess.” You mumble, looking down at the bag in your hands.
“Fucking drink it, you can always ask for more. They won’t let you fucking starve.” He leaned against the wall near you, taking the spot where Visi was. You didn’t want to drink it, you can just drink it later. “Give it bitch.”
The bloodbag was taken, a sense of heat passed through as you watched Flambae hold it then give it back to you. “There, it's warm now. You rather have it warm than fucking ice cold.”
The bag was indeed warm, you ripped the tab and started drinking it, and it did taste better. You pause to look up at him again, “Thanks.”
He got off the wall, leaving you alone. “Fuckin’ whatever.”
Finally alone in the stairwell, you look back at the warmed bag, a smile creeping on your lips. “Maybe it won’t be so bad.”
The rest of the shift wasn’t bad, Robert asked for you to take the rest of the day off. Since it was your first day working there, or ever but what little do they know. So instead, you were left in a conference room, some of the Z-team checked up on you, introducing themselves. One of them said that Robert did this so you could stop getting angry with them at each call. A few of them seemed interesting, like Coupe likes drinking blood too(which was a weird conversation since… well..), Sonar wanted to teach you crypto(which you think might be a scam), Golem was chill(he gave you music recommendations), Prism walked in, took a seat and start to gossip to you(which you didn’t even know some of the people she was talking about, but she was fun to talk to) and Malevola dropped in as well. She was the one who gave you some kind of calmness from any of this, well her and Flambae…
You thought about the fire user, he did capture you, brought you to prison. Along with Waterboy, but Waterboy seemed to be afraid of you. He still hasn't talked to you yet, which makes you wonder if he was afraid of you. Flambae wasn’t though, you didn’t know to hate him or to just…
Groaning, your head landed onto the wooden table, you didn’t know what motive he had, but you don’t like it in any way.
“Damn, trying to pretend to be asleep now? I was going to brighten your day, like the good fuckin’ hero I am, but whateve’s.” Speaking of the fire devil himself, he sat nearby. His legs on the table, pulling his phone out.
“Isn’t the shift about to end?”
“It is, but I’m on my break.”
“So you won’t be sent out before it ends?”
“No, Bob Bob makes sure that everyone gets their breaks.” He looked at you, his unnatural eyes remind you of yours. Bright colors. “So, first day?”
“Meh,” shrugging, it was just a day. Sure, helping people was kinda nice, but being seen as a monster still? It still hurts. A title you will bear until the day you are forgotten by this world.
“Just meh? Fuck, I was hoping it was great when you were hanging out with me.”
“It was different, is that better?” You looked at your hands, “People still fear me, a few called me names already.”
“So, I deal with that, too. Accept the past and move on. I got people up my ass about me burning places down when I was villain, I still do, but don’t tell, Rob bob.” He paused, “Fuck you, too. This is a private conversation, so fuck off. Fucking listening in.” He rolled his eyes, then looked back at you. You couldn’t help the smile reaching on your lips, closing his phone and throwing it on his lap. “Do what the eavesdropper says and burn the old version of you and reborn as the new you.”
“Like that fire bird, a phoenix?” You snorted at the thought.
“It is called a phoenix program for a reason.” He looks at you then surrounds. “Where’s your food? Surely you wanted it hot again.”
“Not hungry.” You said, you already ate more than you were used to, hell, you probably ate what would have been a month's supply for you before.
“Yeah, fucking right. Make sure you at least drink it for your dinner. Don’t want a feral vampire on the streets.” He smirked.
Rolling your eyes as someone knocks on the door, then entering. Was it your new boss? Dispatcher? Parole something? You still don’t know what role he will play this week. “So you are still here, Flambae. Good, you can house Blood here for a bit. They don’t have a place to stay.” He crossed his arms, looking at him. “I won’t report if you do.”
A deal? At least that's what this seems.
“Fuckin’ fine, don’t be a snitch.” Flambae got up, hand on his hip as he looked at you. “You coming, tick?”
“Tick?”
“They drink blood, you drink blood, so tick.” He gave a shit-eating grin, a nickname that annoyed you. Sure, it was an insult, but it didn’t seem demeaning to you. But you got up and followed him.
It was still the first day, and this week didn’t seem so horrible yet.
SIREN SIREN
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Eldrige's Curse - Aware (A Murder Drones Fanfic)
Author's note: This book is ratet as explicit for using graphic violence and will not hold back on it in the futre. It will also use emotional manipulation and abusement. If you consider yourself triggered by one of these, please skip this work. Chapter realted Triggers will always be mentioned in the beginning.
Tw for this chapter: Mentions of Death, small mention of Abuse
Small steps tapped through the hallways, glass rubbing together in a symphony as she made her way through the area. The sound of thunder made its way through the large room. Today was especially bad, she noted to herself. The weather was always moody, but it had been a while since it was so stormy outside. She passed the paintings of large creatures. Their bodies are thinly made, as if they were built instead of naturally born. Those creatures she saw were the same she was serving now. Humans. The female never understood those pictures. They were colorful, filled with life of professional humans. Of an order. But the ones she served were different, black creatures where she could barely take the difference between the clothes and the body. Glowing white eyes that yet wouldn’t show any color in their face. It was hard to tell what they were feeling and meaning. So hard, they had to be trained. The folks main leader mentioned something about their view being a failure by their company, but she never understood it. They were perfect, weren’t they? Otherwise they wouldn’t work under him.
Her steps came to a pause, a sudden bad feeling that worked up in her body. She turned her head away to the side, staring at the huge window. The outline of her figure was visible. A servant, a maid, a Worker Drone for the Elliot mansion. There was nothing wrong with her. She looked like all of the others, silver hair, white eyes, maid outfit neatly tucked together. The band that had marked her visible on her arm. “WD-428, Class-Type: Servant” it spelled. The female drone almost wanted to turn back, but something kept her stuck. Something made her watch her own reflection deeply, as if she was watching something unnatural.
“Hello? For the company's sake would you focus?”
With that the maid jumped, making the glass drop right on the ground. A loud shattering noise filling the void. She looked back to see another maid. She looked similar to her, but her hair was longer, reaching her legs unlike 428 who had barely reached her neck with it. She looked at the serial number. ‘She must be new’ the maid observed.
“365? Are you new here?”
Her voice barely reached a level that was louder than the thunder outside, but the newer maid seemed to have heard her correctly. She simply nodded, but her expression showed concern at the fallen tableware.
“I'm sorry about tha-”
“It was my fault. I dropped it.”
428 stopped the clearly nervous maid Drone. She was already used to it. Making mistakes leads to failure, in the worst case, to extermination. She viewed it with her own eyes, the deaths. This was just another maid who was destined to serve for her whole life.
The long-haired maid suddenly reached down, pulling the broken shards together. Careful, as if it would tear through her if she touched it wrongly. Humans would do that, but not robots like them. 365 used the tray to put the glass on, slowly but surely while 428 went down to help along. Together it only took a moment until everything was sorted on the silver texture of the tray.
“It was my mistake, let me take the-”
“No!”
The short-haired drone grabbed 365’s arm tightly, her voice filled with panic which was immediately recognized. It wasn’t anger towards the new Drone, rather fear. The longer they are working, the better they get away with their mistakes. But should a fresh new Drone start out and make a mistake like this, punishment would be assured. Death would be assured. Just the thought of that made her shutter, but her confused and anxious expression confirmed an even worse fear. Just like every new maid or butler, she was unaware of the truth. Quickly she let go of her arm, fixing her tone.
“Just get to work, break time is when the humans are asleep.”
428 picked up the tray, quickly moving away from the area. Her head was filled with thoughts.Confusing and devastating thoughts. A new Servant Drone meant another one died once again. A Drone with a lower number meant that she was already downgraded to work here. A Robot that was sent here only to die. Mr. Elliot had a reputation for waste and a lack of understanding that every Robot had to be trained like a human. The company would never allow them to carry potential great bots in a mansion like this. To make it even worse, just like every other, this one is unaware of her fate. She remembered the first time she witnessed the death of one of her co-workers. He didn’t decorate the table correctly so he was deposed. It affected her and made her promise to always work with pure efficiency. If that new Worker won’t die before, the same fate would surely come soon.
She reached the bar and disposed of the glass nearby in a trashcan she hid off. The maids had no reason to steal anything, they weren’t humans after all. It was therefore better to let them go missing instead of showing their broken state. It’s something she taught herself to do. Quickly she prepared new glasses, hoping that the time loss wasn’t too severe. She couldn’t get distracted by those thoughts now, she had a job to perform. She had to escape her own death.
It was midnight by now. All of the humans were asleep. It was one of the calmer days that allowed them some time for themselves. She walked down the library, seeing a couple of maids being in restmode. Two of them were still awake with another butler. Three Workers that 428 always hated. Unlike them, they weren’t just Servants, but loyal pets to the Lord’s daughter, Tessa James Elliot. Every Servant hated them. Thrown away Drones that Tessa “rescued” and even gave names. All of them carried their numbers but them? They got exclusive names. Only one letter, but a letter to begin with. The butler with short silver hair was named N, the maid with shorter silver hair and glasses was named V and the pigtailed maid was called J. N was being the nicest of them all, but still ignored them to most extent. He only cared for Tessa and his other two mates, especially for V. The same was with V, just that she was far more shy than N. And then there was J. Egoistic best friend of Tessa herself. She loved being all high and mighty. Sometimes 428 wondered if she should purposefully sabotage her work only to get rid, but she knew it wouldn’t be as easy, nor would that make her better than the rest. Recently they got a new one as well, a broken one that was yet allowed to be kept.And wouldn’t you know, she even got an entire name. “WD-14 alias CYN” the newest so-called maid. Though weirdly enough Tessa and J always kept her locked away. She witnessed it happening, but never questioned it before. Now she did. Standing there, in front of the basement door. It was the second time today that she suddenly stayed still, and the second time she would get scared by the same Worker.
“Whatcha looking at?”
She jumped and turned around again, the long-haired maid stood there once again, immediately apologizing as she accidentally frightened her once more. She turned back to the basement door with a sigh.
“C, Y, N.”
“What?”
“Cyn.”
The maid looked confused upon her word, not understanding what a Cyn even is. An expected answer. Robots don’t have names after all.
“She’s one of the daughter’s pets. Don’t go near her, she only means trouble.”
The new maid 365 nodded to her, trusting her with those words. She had no knowledge at all about anything going on around here. Something she made clear quickly.
“Come with me”
The experienced maid suddenly said, grabbing her arm just like earlier before dragging her off into an unknown room. It was dark and dusty in there, but a perfect hiding spot. No human came in here so 428 made her way to use it as her personal room. She immediately closed the door behind them, turning the lights on to reveal a poorly made bedroom. The shelves on the walls are covered with random objects, paper on the ground. She sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her.
“I trust you will never mention this room to anyone ever.”
428 spatted out to her as the other maid sat down next to her. Once again she nodded, not wanting to seem distrusting.
“First, you will call me Mal when we are alone, okay?”
428 or now known as Mal started. She never was this open before and even questioned why she trusted that Drone. Maybe it was her kindness? Taking the fault to herself was a noble idea after all. But she knew it wasn’t that. It hangs together with the same reason as why she was suddenly so deep in thoughts. Mal didn’t know why yet, but she knew it was true.
“Mal? But Robots don’t have names?”
“I gave it myself.”
Both stayed in silence. Mal was staring at a nearby wall, her gaze intense. 365 on the other hand played around with her outfit nervously, unaware of what was even going on.This Drone wasn’t like anything she ever saw before. No simple order, but someone with their own complex feelings and words. On the other hand, Mal never saw a Drone who acted physically like a human. As if her body was flesh and bones. Both seemed to be out of their usual program, but no one knew how to speak up on it. After what felt like an hour worth of waiting, Mal spoke up again, starting to explain how to do their job properly and ignoring any tension the room was giving off. Although she should, 365 gave less attention to it. Her mind was still processing an almost rebellious drone. Never had she witnessed it before.
“Tessa’s pets only mean trouble you hear? She will always manage to get you in danger instead!”
365 nodded again. What kind of pets did she mean? She should’ve probably listened to that. In the end, maybe Mal just meant large dogs, they could be less good with Workers,Or cats? The new maid shook her head, knowing she would see them soon one way or another anyways. Under the conversation, 365 missed one thing, one clear detail. What a punishment would mean to them in context. She just nodded to everything with her head dozing off. When Mal was fully done with her speech, she realized that something was off. The long-haired drone was barely able to focus on the view in front of herself nor the large welcoming instruction. She stood up as the clock struck 1 am. Both hearing the slow ticking of it. The thunder only gets worse with the hours passing.
“Thanks.”
365 answered with a monotone voice, far different from her earlier more happy going or shyly struck tone. Without another word or for any care about the experienced ones respond, 365 waltzed out of the room. Mal updated her eye sensors for a moment, waiting the seconds down before she replayed her memory again. ‘That was strange?’ she questioned herself. What was it with her today to constantly see or hear things she shouldn’t? One thing was for sure though, this drone wasn’t normal. Not a bot programmed for perfection like the rest. With that she laid down, turning on her rest mode. As she waited for the program to load, she made herself one goal. To get this new maid on her side. Not just for her loneliness, but her ultimate plan of rebellion. The ultimate plan to defy those humans that keep her like slaves. To be treated like..
“A living being.”
Writing on something hehehe
(This is a fancover made by me of my fanfic. Warrior (cats?) of course belongs to Erin Hunter)
Ps. I had to learn that only German covers write Warrior cats for some reason lol
New oc just dropped!
This is
VAPORWAVE!
Excuse me, why doesn't this have likes yet?
Although I am not as well known I still need to make this statement.
I will not write another fanfic for KC, ever. KC has given me many good things. A passion, new friends, this account was made only because of it. My love for writing (and mainly inspired by Siren) came out of this too. But recently I learned another side about the fandom. It scared me, made me anxious again, and I do not want things to repeat. A recent event against me and my bf made it so bad, people needed to calm me down. This is too much for me and my health.
I will start to work more on my projects, maybe other fandoms too. I'll write and draw my own passions and silently enjoy KC as a game, not as the fandom.
Take care you'll and have fun out there!
Your's truly, the Sushi roll
Kisses of chaos || Love Interest - Cora
!! I don't have many concept drafts for them, this is not the final piece of their design but most of it is complete. !!
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1st concept and 2nd concept
In this world, there are creatures we dare to dream of, the supernatural and nightmares. Cupids are one of them. Cupids are people who can tell your soulmates and who you are tied to in love. Cora is among those ranks. Close to the goddess of Love, they can see more than others.
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Alright, now to me talking about them, because I personally love them and want to rant. I wanted to make a cupid character for this game. I also want one who struggled with their identity and self-worth. As someone who watches other get together, cupids can't tell if they have a soulmate or not. That's a cupid downfall.
Cora is a shy individual, always want to get away from people as they always demand from them. And they are always in two places, in their shop or near their boss. Usually of people of their status would become guards but instead their boss wanted them to be a assistant and do errands for her. While their life is fine for them, they want to experience what people sought from them. Love.
The most talented person I know is doing funny stuff. Full of support and Sushi approved by yours truly, le Sushi! Check em out, you will not be disappointed!