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[greys-yume]

Mm.... Puppet hugs

[greys-yume]

TPoH RGB/Reader test drabble... geh

"Come now, don't look so disappointed."

The words are painfully droll - monotone, but not quite. It's the same way RGB always speaks, but it certainly doesn't help his case. If there were to be any comfort in his words, he isn't trying very hard to materialize it.

"You knew this."

He leans against the wall next to you. He's not looking at you, but you're almost clear in his peripherals. A familiar position, you've noticed. Even without eyes, he avoids a direct gaze. The reminder stings more at the moment.

You feel your stare only darken with stifled frustration and hurt. It's useless to get so worked up, but conversations like this, with him, always sting.

"Why do you get to decide what's real?" you finally counter, your eyes searching his screen for any tic, any tell that your point means anything to him. Him and his… All the things he seems to 'know'.

There is a pause for thought. A moment too long, where the hope in your chest is painfully eager to grow.

"…I haven't decided a thing." An admission. The sound is still so uniform even as it slopes, softly - downward. His head tilts, and you watch his cane shift in his grip. "Have you never been told not to shoot the messenger?"

Your anger twists with you hopelessness. You hate how easily he does that; how he makes everything you have to say feel so pointless. So many things seem that way to him. Like walking through cement where the ground never dries.

"So we're being dismissive," you mutter.

There is a sigh, and a shift. Irritation prickles in the static field of his form and you feel a stab of regret. You're getting nowhere. You're only adding to the problem.

"I cannot… be what you want me to be. I cannot give you what you want."

"All I want is-"

"I am not a facet of this world the way you are."

Your stare twists into a glare but as he breathes in, you decide - somewhat tentatively - not to attempt to interrupt again. One of his gloved hands gestures outwards; towards this world that you have been placed in. The light nearly makes the white fabric of the underside seem to glow.

"Would that I could give you the strings that I'm tied to and place them in the palm of your hand, I would in an instant, but the truth of the matter-" His hand sweeps towards you and lifts your own into the light, your fingers pressed to the glowing threads. "-is that I am fully realized. And I cannot be what you determine me to be."

The fabric of his coat crinkles. Static prickles your knuckles as he bows his screen to your hand. Cyan and yellow stain your skin and swirl in fizzles of cool, warm, and soft sage.

The colors have dissipated by the time he stands up straight. A humorless mirth seeps into his words.

"Truly, you likely could not have chosen someone worse to fall in love with."

(borders by @cursed-carmine)

[greys-yume]

Hello and welcome, friend (*´∇｀)ﾉ

I'm Grey, or Cap ( @capring ). I go by any and all pronouns, and am auDHD. Thanks for checking out my blog! Here's some info if you're here to have a look around ^^

This is a silly, humble little blog that's here for me to play around with my many selfships. You don't have to worry about any nonsharing or doubles boundaries here, 'cause I don't mind any of that at all, but feel free to block me if my blog or interactions break any of your own boundaries :] (I block freely! Also; incestuous, darkshippers, and adultxminor shippers do not touch me). You can also talk or ask about ships and s/i's in my asks anytime (they're open for a reason!) And because I'm oriented aroace and queerplatonic in my attraction, I can promise you won't find much of anything NSFW or suggestive in here

Important tags:

#shut up grey — text posts by me

#yume yaps — text posts about selfship

#grey scribbles — art by me

#handiwork — art by others

#meee — stuff with my sonas and s/i's

#wingmanning — stuff with others' yumes

#daydreams — f/o imagines/ideas

With all that out of the way—thanks for reading! Enjoy your stay <3

(Specific ship tags below)

ROMANTIC F/OS

#❄️ vacant reminder of lines that we blurred — Zane (ninjago series)

#☀️ through the wires; through the heat — Sun fnaf

#🌙 at least the days are shorter now — Moon fnaf

#🌓 chase a feeling; lift the curse — Eclipse fnaf

#🌟 the void you fill with — Stardust cookie

#🍓🫐🍒 sunsweet berries — Wildberry cookie

#🍫 a chance to start over — Dark Choco cookie

#🧷 we'll survive — Black Raisin cookie

#🥂 buttons and bows - Sparkling cookie

#💌 Dear Heart postal service — Eddie Dear

#🐛 how you laugh when we're alone — Howdy Pillar

#📺 just don't forget about me — Mr. Ant Tenna

#🐝 blessed assurance — Bumblebee (tfrid2015)

#🚓 perfect submission — Chase (rescue bots)

#🚒 when the fire begins to fade — Heatwave (rescue bots)

#🚑 stitch up the suture — First Aid (transformers g1)

#🐾 to make room for a new life — Hound (transformers g1)

#🎬 attention's sweet center — Mr. Puzzles (smg4)

#⚙️ ready; aim; fire — Mr. WPNZ (smg4)

#🔧didn't think twice — Solar (tsams)

#🔆 wake up for the sunrise — Sun (tsams)

#🧭 your eyes were open; never close them — Jina (Palia)

#🎣 these sweet instincts — Einar (Palia)

#🪡 a little parlor trick — Jel (Palia)

#🌾 inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind — Nai'o (Palia)

#🍽️ grab a plate; have a taste — Reth (Palia)

#🎞️ we all must pay a price — RGB (TPoH)

#🔌 feats of engineering veering into disarray — CATHODE (Warm Like Flesh)

#🧮 beside the victory — Prowl (transformers g1)

#🔬 aortic work of art — Perceptor (transformers g1)

#💉baby flatline — Ratchet (transformers g1)

#✈️ in that stained-glass tomb — Skyfire (transformers g1)

#🚨 as all hells always do — Red Alert (transformers g1)

QUEERPLATONIC F/OS

#🔥 i'm okay if you're alright — Kai (ninjago series)

#🪨 walls of moss and mold — Cole (ninjago series)

#🔔 listen closely — Silverbell cookie

#🦋 tea with formaldehyde — Frank Frankly (Welcome Home)

#🃏when mercy floods a thirsty soul — Pomni (tadc)

FAMILIAL F/OS

♟️ but i won't let you lose yourself in the rain — Kinger (tadc)

💫 if we are only stardust — Astro Novalite (Dandy's World)

dividers by @uzmacchiato

[greys-yume]

Very short Very sloppy Jina x player drabble | no warnings, just Very surface level hurt/comfort mixed with some character analysis

Worrying. It's one of the few things she's good at, Jina thinks—her and her limited skillset of overthinking, nerding out, and being awkward. She's got to be one of the best in the village. Who else spends hours upon hours doing nothing but running around in their own head? Everyone else always has something productive to do, and she's just... there.... thinking... and half the time, it's not even anything worthwhile thinking about!

It's not that she means to be such a drag. She really doesn't. Especially to her partner! It's just that it's all too perfect.

A human, just reintroduced into the world by a mysterious phenomenon—that she, herself, has dedicated her current studies to—and she's the first face they see. Obviously, she's delighted! And probably pushy about that delight. She immediately starts asking so much of them, and, yes, they stuck around, but what does that mean when you're thrust into a world that's not even yours anymore? Of course, you're going to cling to the first glimpse of safety you see.

And so, she worries. She worries that she's manipulated her lover into finding comfort and whatever else in her. Into believing that she's the one she wants. Surely, there is better out there—they've just yet to find it. And she managed to convince them that they don't need to bother to go find it...

It's really too good to be true.

She realizes that she's gotten too stuck in her stupid head again when that perceptive gaze lands on hers with a little too much intensity a little too long. She straightens up as quick as she can.

"Whoops! Sorry, sorry—thoughts got away from me." She gives a lame giggle. "Did you, need something?"

The eyes don't leave her own, and the beat taken to answer stretches for eternity.

"You're worrying again."

"Well—that's kind of, always happening..."

Stars above. Really, she loves how direct they are, but they're going to make her shrivel into a ball from grimacing too long. Either that, or the flustering whiplash they seem to be so good at hitting her with. The sharp, dagger-like stare softens in what feels like an instant, and they lean against the wall near her with what she recognizes as an intentionally open posture, mean to be soothing.

"C'mon. What is it?"

She looks away, and feels herself fidgeting with her fingers. How to say this without sounding like she's complaining? Like she's put off? It'd be frustrating if she weren't so scared.

Eventually, she does answer. She just doesn't make eye contact as she does, and only just barely keeps her tone from becoming a mumble.

"...It's the same thing as before." It, and the many other frettings she's already burdened them with. "I just feel like there's better out there for you."

The eyes feel like sunbeams through a magnifying glass; intense as they bore into her.

"...Jina."

She nearly flinches, but they continue.

"Y'know what I think?"

When she hears movement, she dares to look up at them again. A nervous tightness pushes her heartbeat halfway up her throat as gentle hands settle on her hips. The touch is so light, but she feels like it commands her anyway. Tentatively, she meets their eyes. Their expression is bafflingly fond.

"I think there's a reason you were the one there when I woke up."

The hands shift, the contact tentative like they're scared to cross a boundary. She manages not to tense up, but the soft pressure of digits once again at her hips, only this time beneath her coat, doesn't help her case. She doesn't know what to feel, but the perpetrator only continues.

"I think the Dragon wanted to give me a headstart on who he knew I was going to fall in love with."

She's pretty sure they do not, in fact, believe in the Dragon, but the words somehow manage not to lose any weight. Her eyes drop past her lover's chest to the floor behind them, and a warmth that has become all too familiar in the past most recent months crawls across her cheeks.

"I'm not sure that's how that works..." she manages to stammer. Her bashfulness only increases when they softly huff a chuckle.

"Maybe. I don't know anything. But what I do know—" They give her hips the gentlest squeeze. "—is that you're special. And if the first face I ever remember seeing ended up being the prettiest face I ever saw, I would not be surprised."

They lean in. She manages not to flinch away, but can't help a small cowering motion and a stifled little squeak as a kiss is pressed to her brow. When they lean back, she feels herself almost smile through a wave of emotion. She lets out a small huff of her own, and she gains the courage to touch them back simply by resting her hands on their chest.

"You're going to make me cry one day..." she lightly complains.

They just smile. "I'd rather not, but if that's what'll get you out of that head of yours, we'll manage."

(dividers by @uzmacchiato )