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[anonlemon]

Saimota Week; Pride & Jealousy

A Quiet Moment in The Mueic Room

"I'm sorry,” Shuichi’s voice breaks, he clears his throat, tears gathering in his eyes. He tries to find his words, his hands wavering in the air. “What are you apologizing for?” Kaito asks, the aggressiveness in his voice makes Shuichi fully look at him, confusion swirling in his eyes, “You just did what she asked,”

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@saimota-week

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

Hey Neon, what are your Sir Billiam headcanons by any chance?

ALLL THE HEADCANONS

Sir Billiam is 5’10 and is 22 years old

Aromantic Homosexual Trans Man (he/him)

He and Hubert definitely had something going on before the egg killed Hubert

A drunk flirt

Cares for his butlers, but hides it cause he doesn’t was to be seen as ‘soft’

Knows full well Ranbutler could kill him, but they have to much trust in each other to actually do it

Is basically an overprotective dad when drunk people flirt with his child butler

He and Sherman despise each other

Kins Princess Carolyn

Rarely ever kills people, but when he does, it’s messy

Is Bojack Horseman/j

Sometimes does think about what his life could’ve been like if he never robbed that bank

Always wanted a child to care for, but could never biologically have one, pre-transition and post-transition (Pre-Transition: Miscarriages)

Saw the orphan child, said ‘is anyone going to take this’, and didn’t wait for a answer

Hubert lowkey thought taking the child was a bad idea, but Billiam just took the child and ran

[athena-donovan]

It wasn’t often when Athena would go out with the Rangers to the bar after a win, but after a few of the guys convincing her, she finally agreed to get out of the house. Still regretfully wearing one of their jerseys, the redhead decided to actually let loose for a change, feeling comfortable around the guys that she has gotten to know for the past few years. Taking a glass of rum and coke, she wandered through the bar, trying to find a jukebox as she took a drink using the straw. Scanning through the music, she turned to see a familiar face, giving a bright smile. “Anders! There’s my favorite Ranger. How are you?” She smiled sweetly as she looked up at him. @anderslarsson

[flowerboylian]

Reyes/Ryder headcanons 2.0 Since I can't get enough When Ryder finally gets Reyes onto the Tempest, everyone scrambles to hide their stuff, because they don't quite trust Reyes as much as Ryder does, but nobody tells Ryder because they can't bear to hurt him Addition: Reyes does indeed notice their behaviour around him is apprehensive, but he doesn't share it with Ryder to spare him, coincidentally Ryder does the same for Reyes Addition2: "What do you mean you were trying to protect me? I was trying to protect you!" They would laugh after a few visits Ryder introduces Reyes to the few of the crew who haven't really met him in person yet, and they're all shocked and blushy when he's incredibly courteous to them (I told you he's a good guy, Ryder would brag) Addition: coincidentally several boxes of Vetra's BlastOhs have gone missing since then, but she blames it on Sid to save Ryder's heart (I'll kill you if you touch another box, she threatened to Reyes, however; Sorry, my dear turian friend, these are a rare commodity on Kadara, Reyes replied) Addition2: There's now a BlastOhs smuggling shop set up on Kadara thanks to Vetra and Reyes Reyes gets jealous of how much attention Ryder gives his hamster (it depends on me, Reyes, it's a hamster, chill, Ryder would roll his eyes) Addition: one time SAM told Ryder of a time he saw Reyes in his quarters (I monitor all people who enter your cabin, SAM said, for your safety as much as my own) talking to the hamster, telling it that if it dies on Ryder, Reyes will kill it Addition2: That's quite illogical, SAM said; Yeah, he's like that, Ryder replied, endeared by Reyes being silly

[dearestclement1ne]

ok random stewie fits and how i feel abt them. think these r all from the seattle era but idk i js found random ones !

GOOD LORD I NEED HER SO FUCKING BAD JESUS STEWIE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 fit is good + her hair + chains + im wet

wait i see the vision. if the jeans weren’t literally skin tight i’d like it sm more but waist up she’s so hot

her and these damn skinny jeans…. and that pizza shirt i can’t 😭 she’s so silly. fit is okay, very her

burn those damn skinny jeans i NEVER want to see them again 😭😭😭😭 + this random ass trench coat situation??? she was getting dressed in the dark istg

[wtframe]

[witchofinterest]

In Secret kiss for whoever feels right!!!

Okay, thank you so much I love you. I’m also putting the disclaimer that I have never kissed anyone before again, so your warned. (Edit: name changed to keke)

Keke giggled as she and Ben ran along the corridor.” Shhhhh” he reminded her. She nodded, and tried to keep quiet. They finally reached his bedroom, and collapsed in giggles. There was something about doing things you weren’t supposed to that gave you an adrenaline rush. She looked at him and smiled. She wouldn’t give what she had with Ben for anything else, even a relationship that wouldn’t have to be hidden. He put his finger to his lips, as someone walked by. He looked as nervous as she felt, so she leaned over and kissed him. When they were done, the footsteps were gone. They both breathed a sigh of relief. They weren’t caught. For now.

[quietnocturne-blog]

regulation (connor-centric/hank dbh whump)

hi hi this was for @carley-carley-carley who sent me a prompt! my prompts are open! u can send me one thru my asks yeehaw

pls don’t rb to non kink/whump blogs thanku

———

POWER RESERVE ENGAGED

PROTOTYPE #23a6b ENABLED

FIND CHARGING PORT WITHIN 3:00:00 OR IMMEDIATE SHUTDOWN WILL OCCUR

The message blinks into view with an alarming high-pitched peal of sound that makes Connor’s head ache desperately. It’s not his fault he hasn’t been able to charge properly, he thinks miserably. His pump regulator is shot, functioning on a mere 87% capacity. He can only barely maintain his usual standard of work, and now it seems, he will need to retire this strategy. He knows he has a port stashed in Hank’s house, but the problem is actually pulling Hank away long enough to let him know how he’s feeling without humiliating himself. The pump regulator is arriving in a day or so, there’s no reason to fuss and make Hank take him to Cyberlife for a repair that he could easily complete himself with half of the risks.

The only reason he knew to order the pump regulator though, is the palpitating of his thirium in his chest. Abnormally hard, it puts him out of breath, or at least he appears so - cheeks flushed with exertion from even the shortest chase or least intimidating fight. His diagnostics system is down. Some kind of bug, maybe, in his software. Connor is at a loss for whatever else is wrong. Hopefully, if he can fix this stupid regulator he’ll be able to produce enough internal energy to actually run a software patch and repair his systems.

A bead of something akin to sweat runs down Connor’s face, and then suddenly he’s plagued with devastating chills. The increasing whirr of processors in his chest is alarming, so he sits down on the cold linoleum floor for a moment. At rest, the whirring thrums to a more manageable pace, though now he supposes he can assume that his thermoregulator is out of commission as well. His shoulders shudder, and he solemnly loosens his tie, pulling his thin jacket tighter around himself in an effort to rid himself of his chill.

Hank is in the archive room, corresponding a lead with some evidence Wess picked up an hour ago, pertaining to the new heroin-like method of using Red Ice. Connor suspects that is merely a cover story and Hank is in fact getting drunk underneath the staircase. He calls out to Hank anyway.

“Hank. Hank? I need your assistance.”

Obviously Hank is too far away, but it was nice to humor the possibility that maybe he wouldn’t have to get up and stumble down those stairs. Instead, he bites his lip in thought, then gently heaves himself off the ground. Immediately, the room spins in a decidedly terrible way. Connor grabs the wall, blinks hard, and when this doesn’t seem to help, he runs a hand through his hair. He staggers to the archive room, falling twice, and only once stumbling into Gavin-

“Watch where you’re fucking going!”

-who doesn’t seem to care that he’s currently dying, he’s dying he’s dying he’s dying he’s dying

Oh. He blinks, and Hank’s right in front of him, placing a cool hand against his cheek prosthetic, his middle finger pressing gently along his temporal lobe panel, granting a small reprieve from immense pressure inside Connor’s head. Hank frowns, then opens his mouth like he’s going to say something. There’s alcohol on his breath, and Connor wants to express several emotions at once. Instead, he leans into Hank, shivering. He wants to go home, and he wants to be done with today and his stupid pump regulator and his stupid chills and stupid everything. He wraps his arms around Hank fully and they stagger into the wall. Connor’s head is hurting too badly to realize maybe he’s trusting a little too much of his weight to a man who’s clearly been throwing back some scotch.

“Woah, oh. Okay. We’re doing this then? You don’t look so good, son.” Hank mumbles against Connor’s hairline.

Connor looks up at him slightly, just enough to catch Hank frowning.

“How long’ve you been feeling like crap, kid?” He mutters, holding Connor without worry of what Gavin or Wess might say, should they walk down the hall.

“Approxi...approximately ten hours. I have replacement p-parts on the way” Connor is shocked when his voice glitches, in accordance with a strong shudder running down his spine.

“Replacement parts?”

“My pump isn’t manufacturing energy correctly. It’s a special m-model and thus isn’t ah...a-available in store. I am a-afraid that I am draining m-my power reserves as we speak.”

“Connor, there are docks right by the smartboard in the corner. You’re free to use them, you know that right? Don’t bullshit me.”

“D-different...uh, type. The...the less advanced android model charger has an aluminum conductor. My thirium needs to be charged with silver or I deplete the power bank too quickly to charge. I am a high maintenance machine, above all else.” He explains, looking vaguely humiliated.

Hank’s eyes widen slightly, and he glances at his watch. Steering Connor out the door, he’s quick to flip Gavin the bird and give Wess a nod. Connor wouldn’t exaggerate about things like this.

———

The ride home is uneventful, but when they come to a stop, Connor is flushed a dark blue, to the point where Hank is sure if he were to touch him he would receive a nasty burn. Connor struggles to keep his eyes open, chest trying equally as hard to contain the deep swells of ineffective thirium pumping through it.

Hank searches for the power dock he was sure Connor had thrown into the back of the closet - he was usually self sufficient and only used the dock once in a blue moon - and set it up, just in time for Connor to shuffle inside the dim room. He looked like hell.

“Rest up, son. If this doesn’t work...” Hank scowls. The threat of taking Connor back to Cyberlife for a repair hangs in the air, but all Connor can do is curl up on the bed, plug himself in, and try to find a way to heal himself. There is no other option.