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                                           I’M SORRY… I COULD NOT FIGHT                                            WITH YOU… UNTIL THE END…                                            SO, PLEASE… USE ME…                                            T-TO CHANGE…                                            TO CHANGE… THE…                                            WORLD…

                                           INDIE K1-B0 FROM NDRV3                                            PLAYED BY PIGEON

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roborights​:

                                                『 X:\Sources>bootrec /convo 』

                 "Humans don’t hate me!! There’s prejudice, to be sure, but hate is… It’s just a really strong word, don’t you think??”

                 K1-B0 didn’t want to think of humans hating him. All the bullying he’d faced was probably just due to his environment surrounded by other Ultimates. They were the cream of the crop of humanity, after all, the uncontested best in their fields. It was to be expected that they’d have loftier ideas about themselves in regards to dealing with other people. For someone like him, being the Ultimate Robot didn’t do a thing to get him within their good graces. He was the result of someone else’s hard work — a non-Ultimate at that, an older roboticist compiling his lifelong work into creating the most humanlike android he could possibly design, and even then it was Miu’s augmentations that kept him updated and maintained. He was the product of someone else’s efforts, not his own talents or hard work.

                 It would be easier to be disliked for that than it would be to be disliked because of being inhuman. The android’s neon blue gaze shifted away from the dragon and onto the floor. His lenses constricted a bit with discomfort, zooming in to a small speck of gravel on the ground.

                 “My father — that is to say, the Professor that created me — he’s a human being, and he’s never been anything but kind to me. Do they hate you??”

                                                             『 X:\Sources> 』

For Len’s part, it wasn’t entirely difficult to ascertain the nature of the other, which was convenient for someone as oblivious as he. The boy didn’t exactly look organic, after all; not quite as well-made as Shey. Did they know each other? ...No, probably not. If they had the same creator or frequented the same workshops (or whatever robots did for upkeep), he probably wouldn’t be quite so obviously robotic. 

“Isn’t prejudice just a fancy word for hate?” Len scoffed. “They hate you for what you are, because ‘what you are’ isn’t just an ordinary person. Sure, one or two of ‘em are good, but that doesn’t mean humanity as a whole isn’t rotten to its core. The nice ones are exceptions.”

Funny. He didn’t notice himself clenching his fist as he spoke. Was it because of the memories he’d unwittingly dredged up while he was oh-so-skillfully avoiding the robot’s question? It wasn’t like Len tried to forget him-- how could he? He had gotten the coat of arms for that prince’s family tattooed over his heart in a tacky display of remembrance. That didn’t mean remembering him wasn’t painful, though. That didn’t mean Len didn’t try his best to avoid thinking of him unless he was at his absolute loneliest.

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@erotxcism​ (x)

He got bored so easily; it couldn’t be helped, really. So when a huge hunk of a beast just saunters in– Well, he couldn’t help himself. That clear confusion on the other’s face was precious. Alistair snorted a laugh. “D’ya see anyone else in here, papi~?” A soft coo of a flirty purr, watching the man with a hooded gaze. His finger twirled and tugged at a piece of his hair. “Are you looking for anything in particular? I can get ya some samples, or… you can have a taste of me~.”

Oh. Yeah, there really wasn’t much of a question about who he had been addressing, was there? Though only confusion was on display on his face and in his eyes, Len’s ordinarily-pale cheeks were rapidly reddening. Even the tips of his ears had flushed with blood, and his eyes didn’t leave Alistair for even a moment. It was almost like staring down a tiger, knowing full well it may pounce if his gaze wavered.

Or, perhaps, Len was taking things a bit too seriously.

“Uh... huh,” was all he could muster, followed by nearly a full minute of silence. He really was at a loss for words, a true rarity with him. It was ironic, really; for how often he flirted freely with others, he had no idea how to respond to the tables being turned on him. Then again, he mostly flirted with others to make them leave him alone. Something about Alistair’s body language made Len feel like that simply wasn’t the case with him.

“...You’re not bread though.”

Ugh. Ugh! Why had he opened his mouth at all? He should’ve known he was better off shutting up and looking pretty. What was he even supposed to say in this situation? He couldn’t even figure out if he wanted Alistair’s attention or not. A part of him craved it, but the sane half of his mind knew it was better to get out of that bakery as quickly as possible. Why wouldn’t his legs obey him? They were firmly rooted to the ground, almost as though he’d been spellbound by the other man. Well... either that or he was just nervous. One or the other.

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do not get into your heightist rant.

@mcmcntomorii (x)

“Get into what, now?” Len snickered, standing on the balls of his feet just to lord that tiny bit of extra height over Mukuro. It wasn’t necessary, of course; at seven-foot-six-inches, he already towered over her (and most other people, for that matter). That tiny bit of extra height hardly made a difference at all. “It’s not my fault you can’t reach the higher cabinets. I get why you’d be mad about it. Must be pretty annoying, huh?”

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LAST PODCAST ON THE LEFT SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 16 —   quotes pulled from the podcast hosted by marcus parks, ben kissel, and henry zebrowski. contains nsfw content. feel free to make alterations.

people take murder confessions pretty seriously.

you don’t have to listen to every single demented doll that tells you to do something.

just because your parents hate him, doesn’t mean he’s cool.

if there is one person that is over-fucked on this planet, it is [name].

kinda makes it a little hotter, i guess.

why do you get me in these conversations? how am i in this right now?

you would be surprised how much your male roommate can purposefully not see.

this is my sweet spot, this is where i’m happiest.

hey, i’m just getting closer to the fucking truth.

you wait until i get drunk later and i start talking about robots.

that town has a death curse!

if you look at “the jersey shore,” they were actually scholars.

technically, you were the one that most people thought would be a serial killer.

whatever disgusting illness was inside you is now inside of me.

i’m just so thrilled you found a pool and not a fountain this time.

this is what happens in the morning? is this why you sleep in? 

everyone did everything wrong this past week

my brain is getting expanded, yet interestingly enough, dumber.

don’t fucking say it! don’t even fucking say it!

then you just watch wheel of fortune and forget about it.

there’s no fucking alcohol here.

if there was a license to listen to music, i would have yours revoked.

do not get into your heightist rant.

what was the last thing that you were enthusiastic about that turned out well?

it’s never a good day when the ghost hunters show up at your door just randomly.

you never know if you’re gonna see something in the skies that makes your neighbors afraid to speak to you.

i think it’s fine to have sex with a sasquatch.

have you not masturbated this month?

you can’t sleep naked while camping.

what a good way to get rid of your family.

it’s horrifying to drive with you.

i hope that you do keep my bones, [name] - or a piece of my body.

never, ever believe the pamphlets.

let me tell you the story here: so jonah fucks the whale, right?

whatever it takes for you to forget that you are impotent.

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Reblog this if it’s fine for my muse to flirt with/pine after your muse. It doesn’t have to be/end in an actual ship.

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❛ appearances can be deceiving. ❜

@roborights (x)

“Yeah,” Len sighed, “I’m aware. Trust me, I am.”

It didn’t take a genius to tell that the robot was probably referring to himself, but that didn’t mean Len couldn’t relate to the statement either. How many times had he been misjudged by humans based purely upon his sudden transformation into a hulking, mythical beast to scare them away? It was simply unfair that they thought him a monster for his concerted efforts to make them think him a monster.

“Lemme guess, humans hate you for no reason? I’ve been there before.”

Did he have any reason to assume that was what the robot had to endure? Of course not. Len just assumed every non-human had endured the exact same treatment as he had, even though his own father was a clear testament to the fact that humans and non-humans could coexist without issue. Then again, Len made every effort to ignore the clear signs both that Malik was his father, not just a father-figure, and that Malik wasn’t simply a human, so it was no surprise that Len also discounted Malik’s peaceful residence among humanity.

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maljefe​:

    “That’s not how I meant it and you know that.” Nails rake through long, messy, mauve locks. Her hair had grown long in her time away and it was only now she realized it. A cut would be in order, but she could deal with that later on. “You say you’re alone when you have me here. Have I not accepted you? Brought you into my family? Yet you really want to go and say that to me?” Muscles tense as she shakes her head, her arms crossing over her chest in tandem. 

    “I could give two shits if the world hates me. I know my standing too damn well and isolation and I are close friends. Not to mention I know what makes me unnatural, but that’s… That’s not something I want to discuss.” She shivers as a thought pops into her mind, but pushes it back down immediately. "Don’t care so much for what other’s think. Just worry about the people around you who have come to accept you. You have the entire fucking family who would stand by you and fight, and not only that but you have me you fucking idiot. God you piss me off sometimes.” 

Loni’s apparent anger did give Len reason to pause, staring silently back at the woman for a few moment. Had he spoken too carelessly? Had he offended her? Even if he had a family with her, the world at large wasn’t accepting of him. Surely she couldn’t fault him for being bothered by that, could she? No, he’d expressed things as horribly as he possibly could have. Did that mean he was going to do the mature thing and apologize? No, of course not. He wasn’t wrong, after all, he’d convinced himself of that much. He had just misspoken. Nothing more.

“Hey, I’ve been around for a while, y’know,” Len protested. “I didn’t have you until recently. Maybe I’m not that alone anymore, yeah, sure, that’s fine, but shit, compared to the literal hundreds of years I’ve spent where everyone hated me? I can’t really shake that off overnight. I’m not used to having a family or whatever. This is new to me.”

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(     *     THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS   !    

trigger warnings for murder / war.

❛  you always were an unruly child. i adored that about you. now fly.  ❜

❛  don’t blame yourself.  ❜

❛  you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you.  ❜

❛  who taught you to fight like this?  ❜

❛  hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated.  ❜

❛  to have a scapegoat — that’s the key.  ❜

❛  kings die, realms fall, but magic endures.  ❜

❛  i missed those awkward compliments of yours.  ❜

❛  it’s bound to come in handy. and, each time it does, you will think of me.  ❜

❛  do anything stupid, and i’ll kill you, too.  ❜

❛  kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway.  ❜

❛  whisper to the wolves. tell them to stay away.  ❜

❛  i was attacked — had to defend myself.  ❜

❛  once i was free… i shall be free once more.  ❜

❛  come on, let me give you a taste of my life.  ❜

❛  well… some causes require a sacrifice.  ❜

❛  done my fair share of fighting. wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it.  ❜

❛  have you killed humans?  ❜

❛  i want to see how you manage in a fight, if you can fight at all.  ❜

❛  nothing wrong with having a drink in good company.  ❜

❛  i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it.  ❜

❛  we can fight another time, in another place. where the walls have no ears.  ❜

❛  next time you wonder why i’m so bitter… well, there’s your answer.  ❜

❛  suddenly, i’ve an immense desire to drink.  ❜

❛  i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one.  ❜

❛  i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible.  ❜

❛  i was afraid you were dead.  ❜

❛  they’ll know where we’ve gone, they’ll know how to find me!  ❜

❛  if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion.  ❜

❛  women only ever beautify themselves for their own satisfaction.  ❜

❛  always believed attack was the best defense.  ❜

❛  don’t treat me like a child.  ❜

❛  i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right.  ❜

❛  i won’t let them take you, you know that?  ❜

❛  you gotta keep clear, stay out of trouble.  ❜

❛  i cannot hide forever. i must face them!  ❜

❛  you humans are so… impractical.  ❜

❛  i’ll remember your teachings always. and the sacrifice you made.  ❜

❛  we all knew what we were signing up for.  ❜

❛  no. i will flee no more.  ❜

❛  lying didn’t always come easily to you.  ❜

❛  we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now.  ❜

❛  you worry too much. what will be, will be.  ❜

❛  you were born to greatness.  ❜

❛  appearances can be deceiving.  ❜

❛  you’re so charming when you try to be funny.  ❜

❛  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❜

❛  we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail.  ❜

❛  i admire your optimism. wish i shared it.  ❜

❛  i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me.  ❜

❛  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❜

❛  what can you know about saving the world, silly?  ❜

❛  you know who i am. and why i’m here.  ❜

❛  how many have you already killed? how many more might you still?  ❜

❛  i sense your pain. i see your fear.  ❜

❛  i don’t feel a thing anymore.  ❜

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A high-ranking member of the secretive Khamja, a crime syndicate operating out of Graszton. Illua cruelly strikes down any who stand between her and power.

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@maljefe​ (continued)

   “… Well here we are. Both unique fawks and very clearly not alone. Argument invalid.” With a wave of her hand she settles back into her seat wincing some when an old wound from her time in Natalia’s world shot a flash of pain down her arm. To think she’d been able to sustain permanent damage despite being a werewolf… As it turned out werecreatures weren’t as durable as she once thought them to be. Then again she should have known that after seeing what had happened to Tucker. Although, he was a different species than her, but in the end she should have known better. “Tsk. What’s with the sudden mood, Len? Did someone say something to youse?”

A deep sigh escaped the half-breed’s behemoth frame. He could do little more than shake his head in response to Loni’s words, unsure of how to even respond. He had endured centuries of near-total solitude already. Had she even come close to that sort of isolation? Could she fathom the depths of loneliness he’d lived through?

“Just because we’re standing in the same place doesn’t mean we’re not alone,” Len countered, wholly convinced that his pessimistic whining was, in fact, eloquent and profound. “Doesn’t mean the rest of the world doesn’t hate us for no good reason. Don’t you get sick of it? Don’t you ever just wanna... shit, I dunno, run up to someone in the street or something and ask them what makes you so unnatural in their eyes?”

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masque of sapphire by deana james violence mention.  

“it’s the fog. it plays tricks on you.” 

“can you eat it yourself?” 

“i’ve brought you some nice hot tea.”  

“let me help you back to bed.”  

“you’ll hurt yourself.” 

“it’ll help to bring the fever down.”

“finish your breakfast.”

“forget about all that.”

“cry if you want to. you’ll feel better.”

“lie back now and go to sleep.”  

“and you have to accept help from me. because you really have no alternative.”    

“now, baby, tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“don’t bother about me.”

“yes, sweetheart, you’re very hot, but we’re going to get you cool.”      

“you saved my life.”

“put your arms around my neck.”

“you look so happy.”

“don’t forget your manners.”

“my head aches something fierce.”    

“i can’t remember when we’ve had a cold spell this long.” 

“we have to move you now, sweetheart.”

“get out of here.”

“you’ll open your wound.” 

“what is love?”

“you’ve got a lot of forgiving and forgetting to do, baby.”

“no sarcasm, please.”  

“this way you’ve lost only two days. three at the most.”

“you can’t expect to be strong if you don’t eat.”

“you’re lying. why are you lying?”

“stop tearing yourself to pieces.”

“i am not, and you can’t make me.” 

“but what about the fever and the chills?”

“you were a child.” 

“and you’ve been taking care of me?”

“you weren’t thinking of your reputation when you got into that fight.”        

“how terrible for you. how frightened you must have been.”

“welcome to your new home, baby.”

“oh, how horrible.”

“when this is over, you’re going to eat every one of those words.”

“it was a stupid, stupid thing.”

“you’re somewhat the worse for wear.” 

“just about as hard as anything could possibly be.”  

“how kind of you to remember after all these years.”        

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royalreef​:

      For all of Len’s trouble, worrying and fretting over Miranda’s departure from this mortal coil, he gets a harsh huff from the fish princess, churring in her throat like an irritated animal. She feels disgusting, body clearly not wanting to have her running it and her head scarcely disagreeing. An empty stomach wants to empty itself further, spill nothing but bile and acid onto the ground to splatter across shoes and make a mess, the sheer idea of which only makes the entire ordeal worse.

      But she’s not dying. Miranda knows that. She knows fainting well, and she knows the tantrum her digestive system is throwing well, and she knows this whole song and dance similarly well - and none of them taste of death, no matter how much she would prefer it over this particular punishment.

      “Stop.” It’s less of an order – she lacks the much-needed energy for that, the force and charisma both – but it sits flat and plain and wholly noncompliant with the rabbithole of her own mortality.

      “ ‘m not… I‘m not dying. It’ll be fine.” The words almost hurt coming out, as she has to struggle with the sounds and the consonant-breath that saps further energy away from her and leaves her feeling more and more like utter garbage. 

     All this talk is doing nothing for her nausea, which now has her forcing the effort enough to pull her hand up to cover her mouth, briefly gagging as she has to force herself to not be sick in all the excitement of someone fussing over her like she’s dying.

               And sure, maybe Len’s not entirely wrong, but even so, it wouldn’t be today.

Her assurances, weak as they are, do rather little to assuage the dragon’s fears. The towering behemoth remained squarely where he was, cradling the vastly smaller mermaid, terror every bit as evident in his expression as it had been the moment before. “It’ll be fine” sounds rather suspiciously like what someone would say when things would not, in fact, be fine at all.

Still, he knows when he needs to tone things down. Even if his emotions are showing plain as day on his face, he bites back the storm of questions raging in his mind. He knows better than to force Miranda to answer them right now. Well... no, he doesn’t. He simply knows better than to do the exact opposite of what she asked of him.

“...Oh.” Len coughs, barely stifling his next words of concern. “...You sure? Uh, I mean... do you need me to, like, take you to get help or something? Can I... I dunno, do something? You did kinda collapse and all that, so I don’t wanna just... drop you on the ground here and tell you to walk it off, y’know?”

He was rambling, wasn’t he? Gods above, he was terrible at not acting concerned. It was rare that something got him this worked up. Try as he might, he was digging himself a grave with every word he spoke, and despite his best efforts to dig himself out, the hole was only getting deeper. Perhaps it was time to put the metaphorical shovel away.

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‘ Thank you for saving my life just then! I really thought that was it for me!’

@chronicparagon (meme)

“You tripped.” Len stated dumbly, arms still securely around the other person. “Why are you making such a big deal out of it? You tripped. I just caught you. You weren’t gonna die.”

Apparently, he’s never heard of a joke before.

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Was it just his imagination, or was Miranda fading right before his eyes? Her gaze seemed oddly unfocused, speech slurred, complexion pale. Or... well, no, she was still pink. Was she a paler pink? Could that even happen? She didn’t really have skin, so would her complexion change color like most other monsters’, or was Len simply imagining things?

It didn’t really matter at the moment, did it? Miranda was, apparently, in the process of having her soul leave her mortal form. Here Len had thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to worry quite as much about outliving someone he was close to. Miranda, evidently, was on a quest to prove him wrong on that front. She had lured him into a trap, seeming so sweet, so easy to love, only to break his heart by dying. How unfathomably cruel of her.

“Please tell me that’s all that is,” Len mumbled, his own face rapidly draining of color as well, fear’s icy grip clutching at his heart. “C’mon, you’re just-- hey, Mirry, you’re fine, right? Everything’s fine? Please?”

Desperation had already entered his voice. He had no cause to fear the worst, but that couldn’t stop his mind from plaguing him with visions of Miranda’s clearly-inevitable death. He was a fool for letting himself be weak enough to maybe like Miranda or whatever. He should’ve known it could only end in disaster. He was cursed, clearly, to lose anyone he dared let himself be close to. Why did she make it so hard to distance himself?

@kindredkinless​ || Continued from here

      All Miranda could be bothered to give was a weak flop of her tail, barely knocking against her own foot as she swished it only an inch or so to the side. There came a sluggishness with her fainting that she was very used to by now. Miri hadn’t meant to faint, as seldom anyone does, and she had almost missed the tailspin head rush that came with suddenly moving too fast, too fast for a body struggling to maintain itself at a snail’s pace, before she was sully hit with the startling, overwhelming exhaustion, claiming her body and soul. It was like falling asleep, with a fluttering moment before she fell, where all she could think of was nodding off and fading away.

       Her body complained as her awareness pulled itself back into her limbs. They felt like leaden weights, hard to move, hard to even understand how to move, with the disgusting haze that cloyed to her mind and felt her mostly just wishing to fall back asleep, that she was tired and worn out and just wanted to lurk in the sweet darkness where her body was forgotten.

        “Fainting spell?” Her words stuck between her teeth, vile as Miranda had to continually force her stomach to not empty itself, nausea and dizziness only feeding into each other, movement too much for her singular brain to process. All the confusion of having a hammer knocked into her head, and none of visceral horror nor threat to her life.

      At least she had been caught, she was pretty sure. She could feel something that she was pretty sure were his arms, and not the floor below, and she had absolutely no willpower to force into her limbs to allow Miri to stand up.