#009 speaks

[ethereal-botanist]

gives your vision back for 6 asks

009 had been outside in the daylight, tending to her plants, when her vision was granted back to her.

The tall drone stumbled for a moment, the senses thrown off guard by the sudden return of her lost sense. It nearly tripped over a plant, but it caught itself on the side of the building.

"Goodness... This will continue throwing me off guard..."

It looked around, optics squinted on her returned visor, before her eyes widened and dilated.

"Oh... oh my.."

She stares out at the snowy landscape, seeing the plants that she had grown poke out of the snow. 009 looked down at the plant before her, squatting down to gently feel the soft leaves against her fingers. She looked up, looking at the sky, before recoiling with a soft hiss when she looked at the sun.

"Gah... I forgot that the sun hurts to look at.."

[ethereal-botanist]

Assuming Tera is approaching from the back, she can see that the drone is definitely a Disassembly Drone. They had long, dark purple hair, with a straw-hat sitting on their head with a green ribbon and bow tied around it.

They had a dress on, and Tera could catch glimpses of an apron as well. Given they were sitting on their legs, it was hard to tell if they had the female build of legs, or male.

They sat up slightly, seeming to sense something.

(gonna stop beating around the bush and send the ask already /silly)

There was someone sitting in the forest a bit away from Sanctuary.

A tall drone sat on their legs in a small sunny spot, facing away from the distant drone residance.

Who chooses to approach?

Tera watches from the trees, and had been observing for the past few minutes, slowly getting closer like a stalking cat. For once, she had a spear attached to her back instead of her natural weapons.

@shinyshade8026 I think this was you lol

[poisonvdhonvy]

closed starter : @ofgrenvde !!

where : their home !! april 27th 2025

Sterling settles deeper into the sofa, enjoying the lazy Sunday afternoon with his wife. There's something wonderfully ordinary about this moment that still feels extraordinary to him. "Much easier now we don't have to sneak around like teenagers, isn't it?" The words tumble out with unexpected lightness. Their public debut at the Wine & Food Festival last night feels like crossing an invisible threshold. "Being able to actually hold your hand walking through Diamond Plaza without checking over my shoulder every five seconds?" He reaches for his tea, still amazed at how quickly adaptation happens. Just weeks ago, they were the ultimate secret. Now they're just another couple enjoying Sunday afternoon. "The look on Zelie's face when she spotted us at the Chardonnay tasting was rather priceless innit?" The normality of it all feels almost decadent after months of stolen moments and carefully timed meetings. "Should've done this ages ago, if I'd known how bloody nice it would be to simply have dinner together without sitting in the darkest corner of some restaurant three towns over." Proper dates, public kisses, walking through the door together; such simple things that feel revolutionary.

His phone beeps with a notification. Sterling reaches for it absently, his thumb swiping across the screen while his other hand stays comfortably intertwined with Sahana's. The headline catches his eye instantly: ISHIKA MEHRA ATTACKED AT WINE & FOOD FEST.

"Bloody hell." His body tenses as he quickly scans the article. The timing is catastrophic – they were there last night, at the same event. His mind immediately starts reconstructing timelines, security angles, witness possibilities. He passes the phone to Sahana, his expression grim. "This wasn't us. But we're going to catch hell for it anyway. The Circuit will be blamed, which means Zelie will be on the warpath looking for answers I don't have." The relaxed afternoon evaporates in an instant as he considers the implications. The Mehra family will demand retribution. The police will increase pressure. And somewhere in the middle of it all, he'll need to navigate his divided loyalties once again. "I'll need to figure out what actually happened. Because whoever did this just made our lives significantly more complicated."

[sekaigram]

“I’m awake, I’m awake! Shut up! Jeez, the nerve of some people…”

PRISON. 009 is now available for asks.

[ethereal-botanist]

"Is that what a 'donut' is? They offered me some as well, but wouldn't clarify..."

You should share some donuts with 009

"... Fine. Nine! Ya wanna have some of these circle pastries that an anon gave me?"

[linagram]

me: alright i'll go write about riku having a completely 100% purely platonic relationship with yue. i'll write about them being besties. buddies. friends even.

not even ten seconds later:

[anhedonyan]

My brother went to visit Naples (so weird reading this name in English) and brought me this manga. 😎

[serial-designation-vee]

no it's okay!

just thought I did somthing wrong is all!

as long as you aren't mad at me for anything take as long as you need! :3

// Nah, not mad, just unmotivated <3 //

[figr8]

taggs pt.2

[margaret-the-sylvia]

If this is actually true, holy fuck. Never thought I would see ANOTHER new adaptation of Cyborg 009 (other than the 2024 stage play).

"Cyborg 009" NEW ANIME "Cyborg 009 Nemesis" Officially Announced

More details will be revealed at a late date

Shotaro Ishinomori's classic Sci-Fi Action Manga is celebrating its 61th Anniversary.

[ethereal-botanist]

"Heeeeeeey So uh, theoretically, lets say someone ya thought was dead for many years was goin' through somethin' tough and ya found out and wanted to help 'em. Buuuuuut you kinda have a complicated past with 'em and yer not sure if they would even want to see ya even if they did needed someone, what would ya do? In this completely theoretical situation, that is"

@unhinged-scientist

009 paused in what she was doing, setting down one of her potted plants. It turned to where Ami's voice came from, her head tilted in concern. "Ami, what is this about?" If her visor were still fixed, her eyes would have been filled with concern, "In this.. 'hypothetical'... I would still reach out. Trying to show support is better than not trying at all,"

[lascvitae]

FOR CERTAIN! ✶ SMAU

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ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis. karina gets smoked in a competitive overwatch match by some rando named anton — and somehow ends up falling for his best friend, y/n.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. idol!karina x fem!streamer!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings. profanity, dark humor, drug use, anger issues, suggestive themes/jokes, toxic/manipulative behavior? friendly bullying, use of aave, ignore the times on tweets.

ᝰ.ᐟ status. on-going. (updates every wednesday)

ᝰ.ᐟ notice. age adjustments made to sakura && yves.

✶ player select.

da overwatch league. | asspa.

✶ LEVELS.

000. who the fuck is aespa?

001. L rizz

002. don’t speak of jaehyun

003. SHRIMP BALLIN 🦐🏀🔥 (half written)

004. god i hate lesbians

005. thirst trap final boss

006. nice 👍

007. party city ass wig

008. #thinking

009. home of foe bick [part 1] [part 2]

010. the keeho straight era is upon us (half written)

011. nah

012. more of a biohazard

013. t-mobile count ur days.

014. serious case of gay face

015. stray kids type shit 🥶🥶

016. evil gay bitch

017. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ❤️👅

018. mission accomplished (half written)

019. late night drives (bonus)

020. gatekeeping the fit

021. HELLO DUBAI

022. jaehyun jumpscare

023. operation ynrina

024. vote yes or no

025. i need a moment to think about this

026. reverse psychology (half written)

027. spread kindness not your legs

028. is this a soft launch or what

029. digital footprint bro

030. she mark on my zuck til we fuck 🤪

031. woopsi

032. no men allowed

033. oomf gagged u straights

034. we did it oomf

035. aespa ❌ alpha 😏

036. magaystic ass pic

037.

players online (open) — @saysirhc @tzuyusdoughnut @1luvkarina @computergbf @kyakpack @rinapomu @vrtualstar @nwjnsloona @womanl0ver @c-yerim @yeetaberry127 @deuxae @d1spact @kimminjiissosjdirbidnsjje @uchinagai @otterluver05 @yuyuyuuuuchlo @somedaydream @kristalag @the-eaglebearer @lafortezalover @lunawriteskstuff

[luvyeni]

— MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( YANG JEONGIN ) !

( synopsis ). you move into a new apartment after breaking up with your horrible ex and you met the boy next door… jeongin is shy, and can barely speak to a girl, that’s until he starts talk to a camgirl who brings out different side of him, a cam who seems oddly familiar.

pairings. yang jeongin x camgirl!reader

genre. cam girl au, strangers2lovers, mature, social media au,

warnings. mature themes, crude language, sex work, smut… more to be announced …

started. 11.10.23

finished. tba

💬 nia's notes. this is only FICTION this does not represent any straykids member or any other idol in anyway.

— 𖦹 PROFILES !

000. meet everyone 🖤 …

— 𖦹 CHAPTERS !

001. moved in 📦💕…

002. the girl in the elevator …

003. lovestreams …

004. the elevator …

005. may he not be 70 🙏🏻 …

006. yeni <3 …

007. HE TALKED TO A GIRL🎉🎊🍾 …

008. video chat with yeni <3 …

009. daddy issues 🎉 ( debatable ) …

010. night out 🥩🤍 …

011. locked out ...

012. last night after math …

013. who that? ...

014. my favorite cashier 🥰🤍…

015. l0vergirl …

016. oh …

017. ghosted 💔 …

018. i like you ...

019. movie date 🎥🤍 …

020. movie date 🎥🤍 pt.2 …

021. morning after ...

022. disturbing my peace 😐 ...

023. jealous innie ...

024. perfect date ...

025. worst day ever 😭 ...

026. paint date ...

027. after the date ...

028. girlfriend 🤭 ...

— 𖦹 EPILOGUE !

029. special guest ...

030. amature pornstar ...

— ( taglist closes the day of release but i’ll open it up the end when finished )

©LUVYENI

[ethereal-botanist]

The sound of glass breaking made 09 frowns in concern, stepping further into the lab. "Ami, are you alright? I heard glass shatter, and the smell of oil is worryingly fresh," It slowly approaches the space where Ami was located, depending on the sound of her talking.

The tall drone was quick to fin her small worker drone, following where the smell of oil was the strongest. "Ami?" She calls, voice gentle as usual.

@ethereal-botanist

"Shit-" the sound of glass breaking echoed from Ami's lab, as the small drone scurried under the nearest table. Her long, red, oil stained hair was out of it's normal twin tails, moving like tendrils to help Ami feel her surroundings. She needed to pretend everything was okay, she couldn't let 009 find her like this. "Uh, yeah? What do ya need 09?" Ami calls out, trying her best to keep her voice steady and calm.

[sunoosdesire]

🫗 ¡! ❞ desire university ── .✦ 엔하이픈

desire university ⊹ where seduction is an art

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ ot7 x reader

summary ᝰ.ᐟ you enrolled in a party school, expecting nothing more than young, raging alcoholics and easy a's. what happens when seven very handsome students show you there’s more to it than that?

completion status ᝰ.ᐟ 0/12

lae speaks ᝰ.ᐟ i've had this little thought in mind for a hot minute... i've always wanted to write a series. masterlist layout is heavily inspired by heeluv. if you couldn't tell, i'm a fan. please consider supporting my fiction... it means a lot 𝜗𝜚 feel free to comment and send ideas in ask box... i have the rough layout done, but the story can always be shaped by the readers !

001 ⭑.ᐟ welcome to desire

002 ⭑.ᐟ charmer in 106

003 ⭑.ᐟ strings

004 ⭑.ᐟ camera obscura

005 ⭑.ᐟ icy

006 ⭑.ᐟ you're poison

007 ⭑.ᐟ sit tight

008 ⭑.ᐟ curriculum

009 ⭑.ᐟ the art of an affair

010 ⭑.ᐟ burning boundaries

011 ⭑.ᐟ i know him

012 ⭑.ᐟ what's next

[sincerelystarry]

( ☆ ) . * dining at the ritz . . . we’ll meet at nine, precisely !!

celebrity au — f!actress!reader x co-star!steve harrington — steve harrington masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #009

ask : “just for youuu cause you didn't get any steve asks and my baby deserves anything she wants 🙄✋

median, caramel cookie please with even more caramel drizzle please 

and another median neopolitan cake with whipped cream!!” — @slfglow

summary : after weeks of complaints to your friend and co-star, steve harrington, about the multitudes of shitty dates you’ve been on, he offers to set you up on a date that finally won’t go wrong.

warnings : this is all cute and sweet, PURE self indulgence, ik celeb steve could also be like djo-esque rockstar!steve, but actor!steve fit better here, it’s still the 80s btw

word count : 1.7k

People bustle around you as you sit in a foldable chair, munching on various fruits and snacks and looking generally dejected, despite the happy face you put on for the scene you just shot. You’re staring blankly into space, wallowing in your own thoughts as you almost-robotically eat your snacks.

A figure sitting down besides you and speaking to you snaps you out of your thoughts as your friend and co-star, Steve Harrington, asks “What’s got you so down today?”

You blink a few times, looking over at him. “Shitty date,” you answer simply, offering your plate up.

“Again? Why does it seem like you go on a new shitty date every week?” he asks, stealing a grape. 

“I dunno, Steve, maybe it’s because men suck.” You give him a sardonic smile. 

“What happened this time?”

“Asshole showed up half an hour late to the restaurant and wouldn’t even split the bill,” you huff. “I mean, I get not wanting to treat for the whole thing, but asking a girl out and making her pay for your food? It’s ridiculous.”

He gives you a laugh, a mix of pity and genuine entertainment at the tragedy that is your love-life. “I’m not sure how you keep picking the shitty ones,” he says. “None of the guys I know are that bad.”

“Well, maybe you should set me up with one of these guys,” you suggest, mostly joking.

“You know what? Yeah. Are you free on Friday? Maybe around seven?” 

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” you say, giving him an amused look. “You’re seriously going to set me up with one of your friends?”

“Yeah. Blind date. I’ll give him your address and he’ll pick you up at seven for dinner. I’ve got a friend that’s been looking for a date anyway.” He looks genuinely excited to play matchmaker, practically bouncing with energy in his seat. 

“Alright then.” You decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Do I get to know the dress code?”

“I’ll call you and give you the details once I talk to my friend about it.”

“Do I at least get to know his name?” you ask, arching a brow.

“Uh… no?”

Friday evening, you’re all dolled up for the date. Steve had told you to dress fancy, said his friend would pick you up around seven to take you to some nice Italian place. At seven on the dot, your doorbell rings, and you hurry to answer the door, blinking confusedly when you see Steve waiting with a bouquet of lilies in a nice suit, the jacket the same color as your dress.

“Steve?” you’re still blinking a bit blankly at him, still extremely confused.

“Surprise?” he shrugs, holding out the flowers to you. 

“You’re my date?” you pause for a moment, surveying his outfit. “Is this why you asked me to tell you what color dress I was wearing?” you ask, reaching out to rub the lapel of his blazer between your fingers, clearly holding back a laugh.

“Sorry, was this a pathetic way to ask you out?”

“A little,” you confirm. “But it’s okay. I like my men a bit pathetic.”

He genuinely laughs at that, asking you “So we’re still on?”

“Yeah, just let me get these in a vase,” you say, taking the flowers from him.

After setting the flowers up on your dining table, you take the arm Steve offers you and head down to his car. It takes 20 minutes of a slightly-uncomfortable drive to the restaurant, mostly because neither of you really knew what to talk about. It didn’t feel right to resume the usual chatter and gossip you usually would have with each other in this circumstance. 

You didn’t mind the silence, it was overall fine. The only problem was that you felt as if you should say something the entire time, but had no idea what. You assumed Steve felt the same way with how his eyes would flick over to you whenever you’d stop at a light. 

You’re seated at your table quickly when you arrive at the restaurant, thanks to a reservation that Steve had put in earlier, and you finally figure out something to say. You try for a light and teasing comment, wanting to fall back into the causal rhythm the two of you had as friends. Why should your comfort around each other change just because of the setting? 

“So how long have you had a crush on me?” you say, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

He seems thankful that you broke the ice first, returning your smile with a grin of his own. “I think I’ve been attracted to you since we had to do that first chemistry read during auditions. I mean, you were always pretty, and I’m not blind. The crush,” he takes a pause at the childish word, clearly trying to not laugh, “only started last month.”

“Yeah?” you say, reaching for a piece of the bread and butter on the table. “What sparked it up? Or made you realize?”

“We were running lines for that once scene, the one where we’re arguing—”

“The one with the sexual tension?” you clarify, earning a genuine laugh from him at your lack of a filter.

“Yes, the one with the sexual tension,” he confirms with a nod, steeling himself with a sip of his wine. “We were running lines and you kept fumbling over one of yours and having to redo it ten times before you got it. We were both just laughing and I think I kinda just realized I liked you a lot more than just as a friend. I mean, I thought it was just an infatuation at first, that I was blurring together our real selves and the characters we were playing, but considering it’s been a month and I still like you, I don’t think that’s just it.”

“Is that why it took you so long to ask me out?” you ask.

“Yeah, partially,” he admits “But also because I thought you’d laugh in my face. That’s why I did the blind date thing.”

You think about it for a moment, chewing almost thoughtfully on your piece of bread. “I think I would’ve laughed,” you confirm after swallowing. “Not because I don’t think you’re attractive but kinda because I’d think you were playing some sort of trick or prank. 

Steve stares at you, then says your name the same way one would say “are you being serious right now?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You realize I’m not a fifteen year old boy, right?”

“Yes, I know that, but still,” you say. “I never thought you saw me as anything other than a friend.”

“Yet here we are,” he observes as your food is brought out by the waiter.

You thank the waiter quickly before turning back to him. “Yeah.” You smile at him. “Here we are.”

When Steve drives you back to your place and walks you to the door, you turn to face him before going inside. “Do you want to come in for a drink?” you ask. “Tea or decaf coffee or something? We could pop in a movie.”

“That would be nice.”

You lead him to your couch, gesturing to the various tapes you had. “You can pick the movie. How do you take your coffee?”

“Cream and two spoons of sugar,” he says, rifling through your movie options. “Top Gun? Seriously?”

“Oh, shut up,” you huff, moving into the kitchen to make your drinks.

You return with two mugs, handing him his coffee and setting your mug down on the coffee table as The Breakfast Club starts to play.

“Fun choice,” you comment. “I didn’t expect you to pick something so…” you trail off, searching for the right word “…unromantic?”

He laughs, taking a sip of his coffee. “Fuck— hot,” he mumbles, setting his mug down beside yours. 

“Burn your tongue?” you ask, hands moving to undo the strap of your heels, finally taking them off now.

“Yeah, a little.” He nods, scooting closer and taking your ankle in his hand, helping with your shoes and setting them aside when they’re off.

“Thanks.” You give him a smile, settling into the couch cushions.

“Yeah. Of course.”

The two of you watch the movie in silence, but it’s not the slightly-awkward silence that you had in the car on your way to the restaurant. It’s comfortable, nice. At some point, your head ends up resting against his shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around you and holding you close. At some point, both of you nod off before the credits roll, and the two of you sleep through the night, curled together. 

You only wake up the next morning when you feel something shifting beneath you—someone shifting beneath you. You blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the sunlight streaming through your living room windows, and see Steve trying to worm his way out from underneath you.

You sit up quickly, getting off of him, rubbing your eyes and smudging your day-old mascara. “Did we fall asleep last night?” you mumble, still half-asleep.

“I’d guess so,” he says. “I’ve been up for the past 20 minutes trying to figure out how to get up without waking you.”

“Mm, good job. You failed,” you say, earning a laugh from him. 

“I should probably be heading home,” he says, giving you something of an adoring smile as you yawn. “You’re cute in the morning,” he observes.

“You’re a suck-up in the morning,” you retaliate, but there’s no bite behind your words. “Let me see you out.”

The two of you walk to your door, Steve pausing on your doorstep before going to his car. “I had fun last night,” he says. 

“I did too,” you agree, smiling at him.

“So do you want to do this again sometime?”

“Are you asking me out on a second date?” you ask.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah, I am.”

“I’d love to,” you say.

“How does next Saturday sound?”

“I’m free for lunch.”

“Lunch it is. Do you like picnics?”

“I love picnics.”

You both stand there for a bit, neither of you saying anything, just staring at each other. You take in Steve’s mussed up hair, the happy look in his eyes, the soft grin playing on his lips. You can only imagine how you look right now, your hair tangled and eyes still sleepy, probably smiling at him like a fool. 

“I should go,” he says after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, probably,” you say.

“Bye.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at work.”

He laughs softly. “See you at work.”

a/n: hi sweetheart :) you sent in two reqs in one ask so your neapolitan cake IS coming soon but i am writing two different fics so you will be getting two tickets so we just need to give the second one some time to print :3 anyway tysm for a steve ask this was so fun i love celeb au steve i think i've been obsessed w celeb!steve since like middle school so this was great

this is also proof that i do not know how to end fics actually. like. i knew it needed to stop at some point but i had no idea how lmao.

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