#goldilocking

[revoltelle]

[ @goldilocking not too hot, not too cold...just right? ]

Wherever Ruby was, Yang wasn’t far behind and vice versa of course. Blake had always appreciated the ‘package deal’ the sisters seemed to come in, but things were different not - too much had happened and it was impossible for things to go back to the way they were.

And depending on how this interaction went, that was either a good thing or a bad thing. What could have been resolved a while ago was now creeping to the service and Blake couldn’t help the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter and her clenched fists getting tenser and tenser

It was her fault for this, remember?

She’s been keeping an eye on Yang the past few days, in a totally non-stalker way, pinning down where she works, where she’s staying and...how she’s doing. Her cheery disposition seems unchanged but something is different, and no, she isn’t just talking about the new metal appendage - Yang herself seems more..sullen. 

And it eats Blake up inside.

So eventually, she has to approach, right? The brunette couldn’t possibly leave this stew any longer so she waits. Just outside of Snapdragon Suites, her arms and folded and she’s pacing back and forth. And one pace too many leads her face to face with the sunny dragon.

     “Yang I’m...I’m glad to see you here.”

[faithandvirtue-blog]

@goldilocking

... Bright. The girl is bright - her hair is so yellow, and long - it reminds her of 6O. It's familiar, the yellow, even if the only time 2B ever saw the operator, her colour had been bled dry by the Bunker's overly white, overly bright lighting. She still knows - yellow is a colour to be associated with 6O, and operators in general.

It's a fond color - it brings a slight smile to her face, only barely there, only if one knows where to look - and to see it here, at this mechanic's shop, makes her feel as if this is a good omen.

That would, of course, require 2B believe in omens, in karma, in fate and its like, and she's not sure she does, but it would - she thinks - be nice to. She doesn't want to trust her body to an unknown person - she doesn't want to risk her maintenance - but without anyone she knows here, she has no option.

Her left arm remains at her side, as she navigates the world with only her right.

Despite the slight happiness she had genuinely felt at the blonde head of hair, her voice remains clipped - and slightly worried - when she speaks.

"Are you familiar with the maintenance of androids?"

"Unit 2B requires assistance." Pod 042 hovers around her, like an anxious mother hen, and she thinks it might actually be anxious.

[oathglyphs]

Weiss couldn’t help it. Every time she heard the roar of an engine, she was reminded of one of her teammates. Whenever a motorcycle drove by, she found herself scrutinizing it, looking for yellow paint and blonde hair, but of course she never found it. Not here.

Except this time she heard it again, and she looked like always even though she wasn’t expecting anything anymore, not really. And a bright yellow bike came whipping around the corner, the driver unmistakably her very own Yang Xiao Long, whooping gleefully at the top of her lungs.

Weiss had expected, if they could be reunited in this place, that it would be an emotional reunion. But she couldn’t help herself. She stomped and opened her mouth to yell.

“YANG XIAO LONG YOU ARE DANGEROUSLY SPEEDING!”

@goldilocking

[deadeeye-archive1-blog]

♡ complimenting them. (nice belt does BAMF stand for Beautiful As MFuck?)

          “aw, well shucks.” it was a tiny compliment (a brief “hey, i like your belt!”) but it was better than the usual disdain and it was better than no compliment at all, so of course he was grateful. he gave a smile and hooked his thumbs behind the buckle as if to accentuate it.           “that’s real sweet. shame it wouldn’t fitcha right, or i’d loan it to ya to try on.” no, mccree, stop encouraging everyone younger than you to mimic you. “now the hat, that’d suit you-- but you’ve gotta earn it.” stop being a terrible influence, please.

[kyougaku-blog1]

A ‘block party’ wasn’t something he was accustomed to, but it never hurt to poke into things. And then dive right in, like he’d done fairly quickly, considering he had taken to dancing in front of one of the DJ booths. Was he showing off? Was he just having a good time? Probably both, but he still moves to the groove, wild but calculated steps taking him around until he actually catches someone looking his way (he’s sure plenty of people had been).

“Oho? Have my steps caught your eye? By all means you are welcome to join me, perhaps even challenge me! But only if you are certain you can keep up, wahaha... ✰!“

Hey, if he can get someone to do more than just watch him, he’ll do it. Challenges make things more fun.

@goldilocking

[messiahsrebirth-blog]

The Chariot

Meme || Accepting

The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to

Minato has traveled a lot since the deaths of his parents, but he never really enjoyed or even saw the places he went. He’d find his little places, corners of libraries and record stores and quiet parks where no one would look for him, but as he failed to make attachments to people he also failed to find any attachment to the places either.

Right now, the only place he would like to go is home. But he won’t say that so easily.

[stonetheqrow]

goldilocking

    Barely a week into his new environment and already did responsibility come knocking. One which set him on edge more than usual. Being out on the front lines was simple. You run in, you kill what is in front of you, and it is a job well done. Whether you happened to be the harbinger of bad luck or not mattered little. It meant a couple more cuts here and there. Nothing too serious.

“Supplies huh...” This on the other hand was a big deal. A very big deal. If he messed this one up it was going to spell disaster for an academy in this world. He’d rather keep is track record to one academy down per life time. (too soon?). At least he was meant to have help. Help which could even out the playing field of--

“Finally decided to stop moping around the place did yah?”

Scratch that. The giant mass of blond hair already told him they were in for a bumpy ride. Where surprise should’ve been held at her arrival was instead a content gaze. She was his niece after all. Hopefully this was a good sign.

[tntclthrpst-blog]

@goldilocking​

     It had been a little while since Rose appeared in this city now. She’d spent most of her time behind a book, trying to absorb as much knowledge as she could about this new, unfamiliar world around her. She had also attempted to communicate with a few Septans and off-worlders alike to little avail.

     When she finally left the library, it was dark, and her eyes ached. She wasn’t ready to go home yet though. It still felt cold and alien to her. She walked the streets until a small bar caught her eye.

     Rose stepped inside, met by a warm blast from the heater. When she was like this, in her Grimdark form, the cold didn’t really bother her, but the change of temperature was still very much welcome. She walked straight up to the bar and took a seat. It wasn’t particularly busy that night, so she didn’t have to worry about scaring off too many bar patrons.

     She cleared her throat in an attempt to get the bartender’s attention, trying her best to avoid speaking. She didn’t want to scare this nice girl with her weird eldritch gobbledygook.