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troutfur · 3 months

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Where am I from anyway?

Let's go! Response roundout! I got a couple people who got it correct but let's first review all the wrong answers.

@somebirdiedude

I wanna say Australia or Oceania as a whole? Just vibes + pseudo-memory of u saying that to base it off of tbh

I used to date an Australian genderfluid guy and we were very good friends for years. I don't know if any of my speech habits in English were derived from that but I don't think so? He didn't have a super pronounced aussie accent to my ear at least. Is it that perhaps? But anyway. No. Wrong hemisphere entirely, or hemispheres rather. Next!

@gophergal

Well, your first language is Spanish (iirc) and I'm pretty sure you aren't from North America or Europe, which doesn't narrow it down much. I'm just gonna guess El Salvador

My beloved mutual. With so little information you actually came so close, but you missed the mark. Props for guessing Central America though. We're so ignored in the world stage unless it's to complain about how many of us are desperate enough to try our luck being smuggled up north.

@jainkens

Brazil? The name makes me think it's from some Latin American country, I vaguely remember something about a parrot as a reference or something, and the color scheme of it is green which subconsciously made me think of Brazil. But broadly somewhere in Latin America (I am pretty sure that includes Brazil

I... I can't believe I'm only now noticing my Yellow-Naped Amazon Parrot fursona combined with my name being José makes it seem like I was deliberately referencing José Carioca from classic Disney propaganda pieces films Saludos Amigos and The Three Caballeros. Just look at them!

But anyway, no. I am from Latin America but not Brazil. Spanish speaking Latin America.

@jayinserenity

I can't remember for sure, but for some reason when we first started interacting I think I was convinced you were some brand of non-UK European. I could not begin to tell you Why that was what my brain insisted upon, but it was swiftly corrected lmao.

This reminds me of this one time I was playing DnD with an international online friend group. As we were coordinating our timezones, our DM, who was Scottish was reviewing all our locations. He listed me as part of the Europe timezone and when I said I wasn't European he was all like "Oh it doesn't matter that you weren't born here, you're still as much a European as the rest of us" and so on and so on. And I was so confused. Turns out one of my other friends in the group just straight up forgot I told them where I'm from and assumed Spain based on Spanish being my first language. So they told our DM and our DM in turn assumed me saying I'm not European meant I was an immigrant.

@heathfall

I know the answer so I'm going to give a blatant lie. Nevada, USA

SO GLAD THIS WAS THE ONE GUESS THAT HAD ME BE USAMERICAN. Legitimately, I really hope I don't come across as a gringo online. I was dreading this was gonna be a majority answer since it's just standard the internet is American. But I'm pleased how it seems the Latin American vibe shines through even with people who don't know the answer outright.

@tigerclawstar-shaped-cookie

peru i think. i cant. remember. something like that. evaporates

Too far south dude. But props for guessing Spanish-speaking Latin America.

And now for the correct answer!

@kingmystrie

i know you're in south america but idr if you're from argentina or guatemala it hink it was guatemala

@offkeyed-reason

idr if you mentioned it on the server but im pretty sure there was this name generator set that you asked for a specific region for/clarification bc Guatemala is different from other places. idr whose generators they are but yeah. Guatemala's my final answer

🎊🎊🎊

Yup! Guatemala, Central America. Although I like the note that you thought I could be from Argentina. It is indeed true I do reblog a surprising amount about Argentina. Blame it on their current president. Javier Milei is such a fascinating trainwreck of a man personally. It'd be funny if he wasn't running his country into the ground.

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theanarchistscookbook · 1 year

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Simplified Privacy

Google’s Surveillance: The Shocking Truth

Google is the opposite of privacy. They maliciously collect data from you in the following ways:

The Sources for this article can be found here.

1) Saving all your Google searches, tied to your identity across devices [1] [2] [30]

2) Reading all your emails. Even if you don’t use Gmail directly, but you’re sending email to someone who does. [5] [6]

3) Saving all your web traffic if the website uses Google Ads, Captchas, or Analytics (and over 85% of all websites use some of their services). Even if you aren’t signed in to a Google account, and you’re using a VPN, they can still use past cookies and browser fingerprinting to identify you. [35] [1] [25] [26]

Google’s reCaptcha fingerprinting includes mouse movements, response time, timezone, screen dimensions, IP address, and any cookies. ReCAPTCHA uses the google.com domain instead of one specific to ReCAPTCHA, which allows Google to receive any cookies you have directly, instead of the website you’re visiting. [35] This concentrates the vast majority of all traffic data in the hands of a single company, which can then be used to de-anonymize users.

4) Everything you do in Google’s Chrome Browser is recorded, including even how long you are idle on a page. [7] [8]

5) Tracking and Saving your physical location, via Android’s GPS and Wifi triangulation. [12] [13]

Even if you turn location features off or set the phone to airplane mode, it still saves your location via Wifi triangulation, which is the process of pinging nearby Wifi hotspots to identify where you are. [9] [10] [11] Wifi triangulation can figure out your real location, even if you have a fake IP address from a VPN. [14]

As intelligence expert and ex-law enforcement Michael Bazzell says, Google is one of the first places law enforcement goes to for information because Androids track everyone’s location so accurately. Bazzell points out that even if you’re not directly involved in something, just owning an Android that was near it, can get you involved in answering police questions. Bazzell’s experience serving in law enforcement and intelligence motivated him to completely cut Google out of his life even though he’s doing “nothing wrong”. [11]

6) Keeping track of who you know to identify new phones or email accounts as you.

Rob Braxman

Privacy expert and phone operating system designer Rob Braxman points out that, by synching everyone’s phones’ contact lists and who they are physically standing near, Google (and therefore governments) can identify unknown devices or email accounts as you. [30] [31] [32a] Braxman further points to publicly available websites made by Google’s Jigsaw division and their partner Moonshot CVE, which openly sells services to governments to track and manipulate search results for targeted users. These users targeted by Jigsaw & Moonshot CVE’s government clients have their search history, location, and identifying fingerprint stored in a database. [32b]

7) Recording and saving audio of your private conversations [16] [17] [18]

Google’s Android has the microphone constantly recording and saving your intimate personal conversations against your wishes for their profit and power. As an extensive academic study of tech patents by Consumer Watch Dog points out, Google will claim this is only to find out if you said the words “Google Assistant,” but yet they have publicly filed patents to scan audio conversations and any available visuals on a variety of home smart devices to identify who is speaking, what you’re interested in, and what you’re doing for the purpose of targeted advertising. [15]

Tracking what you say, what you like, when you sleep, and even when you go the bathroom, goes well beyond Google Assistant helping you do a quick search and would instead be considered an all-inclusive surveillance. [15]

In addition, they’ll allow 3rd party apps to record you without your knowledge because of poor permissions control. As University of California Santa Barbara cybersecurity researchers presented at a BlackHat European conference, 3rd party apps like Silverpush can play high frequency audio, which is invisible to the human ear, on another device like a television ad or mall kiosk. Then your phone’s mic picks up the frequency, to rat out your real identity or location. [34]

Silverpush’s advertising system is embedded into many “free” apps on the Google Play Store. These doctoral researchers warned of the dangers this presents by being connected to wide-spread platforms like Google Ads. To demonstrate this, they played video of their lab experiment, which de-anonymatized a laptop through Tor Browser, because of an Android’s mic next to the laptop’s speakers, which was signed in to a Google account. [34]

Is the Data Sold?

Google has marketing propaganda which claims that they are merely selling advertising space on your devices and not selling the data itself. However, this claim is misleading in a number of ways.

First, not only is advertising sold by demographics or interests, but in addition, Google also allows its advertising customers to target users by name, email, or device ID and reach them almost anywhere. [1] So advertisers can target you specifically and then serve you anything on your specific device by name.

Second, while it’s true that Google technically doesn’t sell your actual name to the advertiser, when your device interacts with an ad, the third party advertiser can easily use your IP address, cross-site cookies, and/or browser fingerprinting to identify you. For example, suppose an advertiser runs an ad for an ebook on how to get out of debt. The advertiser could collect the IP addresses of anyone who clicks it, and so they’d know whose indebted.

“I think the big problem is that we give much more data to Google than it needs,” said Guillaume Chaslot, former Google engineer who worked on YouTube’s recommendations algorithm. [4a] Chaslot’s first-hand experience with Google’s spyware and manipulation inspired him to create the non-group AlgoTransparency.org, which openly says in it’s manifesto, “algorithms don’t have your best interests at mind”. [4b]

Play Store and Chrome Extensions Leak Data

Third, the Google Play Store and their Chrome Browser Extension Store leak application and user data directly to the app’s developers. This is sensitive private information, and these third party app developers are NOT carefully vetted, as almost anyone can put an app in the Google Play or Chrome Extension Store with minimal screening. Examples: [21] [23] [24]

Mental Outlaw

“Mental Outlaw” is a cybersecurity Youtube video influencer who is constantly having his videos about torrents flagged by Google as “dangerous content”. He points out how ridiculous this is because Google does so little to stop real dangerous content. One of the numerous examples he’s given is the Chrome webstore featuring extensions that are malicious hacking malware, which does URL injections to force online shoppers, without their knowledge, to use the malware creator’s affiliate links when they shop online. [22b] These 5 popular extensions got over 1.3 million downloads, which got the attention of McAfee Labs, the research department of the respected anti-virus company.

From McAfee Labs’ articulate research, this is huge security risk because not only is your personal data, like name and location, sent to malicious actors, but the attacker can forward the URL to any site they want. So you might think you’re going BestBuy.com, but it’s really the attacker’s bullshit site to get your credit card info. [22b]

Youtuber Mental Outlaw points out how ludicrous it is that not only did Google allow 1.3 million people to download these extensions, but they have featured status on the Google Chrome store. [22a] And not only does Mental Outlaw find similar malware in the Android Play Store, but Google has changed how apps disclose permissions to remove themselves of liability. Starting in mid-2022, Google has the app developers themselves disclose what permissions the app uses, so Google does not have to do any research. This is a conflict of interest, since app developers are self-reporting what information they get access to, and the end user may not properly be able to evaluate it. [19] [20a]

Sell it via Cookies

Google’s defense to these types of criticisms has always been that they don’t “sell your data” directly. But as laid out in research from the tech-savvy lawyers at the Electronic Frontier Foundation, Google allows advertisers to connect their cookies with Google’s in order to process data on the customer. This process is called “cookie matching” and essentially allows Google to sell the advertiser your information through a cookie. [1]

In the European Union, if Google were caught selling this data directly, it would be illegal. [27] [28] [29] So instead Google finds sneaky work-arounds such as the cookie matching, which allows them to appease the regulators and make statements like “we don’t sell data, we just use the data.” [1]

Conclusion

The more influence that Google has in our society, the more difficult it becomes to avoid their fingerprinting. If every website has a Google Captcha and everyone you talk to demands you talk to them on Gmail, then Google has become the gatekeeper for overseeing all human behavior. They can use this power to influence who sees your messages and what information you are able to find.

By using Gmail or Google Docs, you’re forcing and enabling Google to fingerprint your loved ones or friends. Even if you think you’re doing nothing illegal, you assume that Google will give you and those you care about an equal opportunity for your business to thrive. They can reduce Google’s search traffic to your website, or bounce your emails to potential employers or customers. They can buckle your business at the knees if they think it fits its agenda and by giving them so much information you’ve completely surrendered your freedom.

Well what is their agenda?

In our next article, we’ll discuss Google’s censorship ability to shape society and how affects you.

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paalove · 1 year

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if you are still taking prompts, would you be open to write something about an Akk Ayan proposal? I know this is always the cheesiest prompt one can ask for but we don't have proposal fics 😭 and I would love to read one from you 💕💕

also on ao3

It takes Akk two missed dates (complete with unlikely excuses) to figure out what’s going on.

Aye loves lying about stupid shit for no reason- No, there’s always a reason, it’s just always stupid as hell. The first time Akk figured that was his birthday after high school, but of course then there was the college incident.

Two months of Aye earnestly insisting he was going to miss Akk when they were studying in different countries, two months of Akk wistfully checking timezone websites and flight times, also a few weeks of being concerned about what his roommate would be like, all culminating in Aye’s Latest Fucking Surprise.

(“Hi, roomie, I’m called Aye, I-“

“Really.”

“Yes! That’s my name! I’m a first year to-“

“-Aye,” trying to suppress the smile because he really is annoyed by this bullshit.

Blinking, wide innocent eyes, “Don’t get a crush on me, I actually have a boyfriend.”)

So, when he realises that Aye was absolutely not out picking Thua’s birthday present the time he forgot their plans to see Wat’s latest production – three weeks after Thua’s last birthday – he doesn’t jump to any negative conclusions. It takes effort, of course, because Akk’s brain still hates him and he still has problems with the idea that people like him on purpose, but.

He doesn’t jump to any negative conclusions; he thinks about it.

They’re both working, now, and after last year their schedules are actually starting to be kind of manageable; that’s why there have been multiple dates for Aye to forget.

Aye wouldn’t forget or miss a date if it wasn’t for something big.

Or for the dog.

He’d definitely tell Akk if something was wrong with Singto, though, so it’s got to be something for Akk, and…

Okay, yeah, the time Kan (operating under orders) had decided to “stealthily” measure the circumference of all Akk’s fingers is a clue, too.

Aye’s proposing.

And Kan’s working as Aye’s operative, under orders from Thua, because he’s a traitor.

Luckily, there’s one person Aye will never be able to compromise, and he’s the best person they know at gathering information.

He picks up the phone.

On the first ring, Namo answers, “Hey, Akk! What’s up? Do you think the raise is going to come through?”

“Who told you about me asking for a- Never mind. I know Aye’s planning something – probably big and specific. Can you find out-“

“Location and time? I’m on it. Oh, by the way, I sent a new collar for Singto, did it arrive yet?”

It’s impossible to get off the phone with Namo in under an hour unless you just hang up; Akk’s asking for a favour, so he won’t do that.

Actually… he’s asking for two.

There’s another piece of information Namo needs to get for him.

…

Even though he has his own plan now – still a secret, he’s pretty sure, because he knows Aye’s tells by now – he sometimes can’t resist needling Aye.

Biting his lip and trying to seem more sad than he is barely suppressing glee, Akk pouts at his apologetic boyfriend and asks, “Am I being too needy? If we need to go on fewer dates-“

“-No, no, I was just busy with- Thua’s present, it’s a big one,” Aye says, clearly relieved to have remembered an excuse from earlier. “I’m only a little late, right?”

Akk nods as solemnly as he can and says, “If you’re sure… but we could go on fewer and make each one bigger. Like… like the summer after high school.”

The guilt on Aye’s face freezes and he peers at Akk.

Guileless. He has to be guileless. Akk blinks back, trying not to laugh. There were fewer dates that summer… and multiple big surprises. But he’s only making the first connection, right, Aye?

Blink.

Head tilt.

Aye’s suspicious squint deepens.

Then the moment passes; Aye shakes his head rapidly and says, “We don’t need to. It won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” Akk agrees peaceably.

It won’t; the wedding won’t be a surprise, for sure.

…

When Namo gets back to him with a date, Akk thanks him profusely and sends him several dozen photos of Singto in the various outfits Namo’s bought him over the years, then checks his own calendar.

He’s got that day off, of course, but the day before is a holiday, so…

The day before that. It’s two days before, so Aye’s going to be able to salvage his plans for a party instead; it’s still close enough that it’ll really frustrate him.

Perfect.

…

They’re cuddling in bed.

Aye’s nuzzling the back of Akk’s neck, and his hair is tickling Akk’s cheek; Aye decided to grow it out in their senior year, and Akk approves of this decision.

He’s very cute in the headbands he wears for workouts.

But he’s not dressed for a workout, now, because they’re both naked – unless Akk’s boyfriend-slash-backpack, spooning him like a koala, counts as clothing. It’s something they’ve debated before.

Akk votes clothes.

That’s not super important; what’s important is the kisses Aye’s pressing to the back of Akk’s neck, and the afterglow, and the way their position means Akk can reach out his right hand to the bedside table and open the drawer.

“Again?” Aye smiles into his neck.

Akk does a fake-considering hum and takes Aye’s left hand in his own, stroking it with a thumb, before saying, “Maybe in a minute. Something to do first.”

“Hm?”

He giggles to himself, can’t help it.

Aye’s smile against him twitches, fond amusement at Akk, but he still doesn’t guess. His eyes must be closed.

So, Akk opens the box, takes it out, and pulls Aye’s hand further over.

“What do you think?” he asks, slipping onto Aye’s finger. “Does it fit?”

Because of their position, Akk can feel the moment his boyfriend stops breathing. It makes him giggle again.

“Akk.”

“Hmm?”

“Akk,” Aye demands, unwrapping from around him and sitting up.

He rolls onto his back and looks up at Aye, who is staring at his own hand, eyes wet.

“Oh, yeah,” he remembers. “Also. Do you want to marry me?”

Still staring, Aye says, “It does fit. How does it fit – did that asshole tip you off?”

Akk sits up too and puts an arm around Aye’s waist, pulls him in, and kisses his shoulder.

“You were keeping secrets,” he reminds him. “What else could it be?”

“Asshole, you did this on purpose,” Aye accuses.

“Mm!” Akk hums into his shoulder. “Well?”

Pushing him onto his back, Aye twists in Akk’s hold until they’re facing each other and says, “You’re the fucking worst.”

“Don’t try to keep secrets,” Akk laughs. “We talked about this in college. Will you marry me?”

“I’m the one who’s proposing, asshole-“

#these two guys are the WORST #akkayan #the eclipse #robfic

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birbulous · 1 year

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Hey gays I quit college and I’m workin and I needa write me some shit

Aside from making actual decent references for my cult members? (There’s more than just the two and the fact I have a ninjago character outside the cult now) I’ve lowkey simply been existing and thinking. Yaknow what I think? I oughta tell ya about two more silly billies.

First off, there’s Harley. She’s an absolutely lovely person, adores animals and wildlife and cares for the livestock they own in the desert encampment. She’s not particularly close to the leader themself, but she’s made good friends with those around her and tends to be a lovely beam of joy in the cult. Though, there’s just a wee bit of an issue.. she may or may not be a robot with complete amnesia.

But that’s fine! Nobody knows for now, not even Harley herself!

As for my other creature, his name is Vipera. As you can imagine, he is a serpentine of the Venomari tribe. He simply got a little bored of being stuck underground for the rest of his life, and decided to see what the silly humans were up to. Being amused that there was entire cult in place in opposition to the ninja, Vipera decided his participation would be.. interesting.

He’s since holed up at a wonderful little retreat located in a protected area of the Blackwood Forest. It is a beautiful little campground, with cabins across the property in all sizes, and campfires here and there for those that would prefer to remain under the stars. This retreat is one for the cult members to often visit and relax. It is not only for their use, but also for the use of the public. There are plenty of activities to take apart in, such as areas with saunas and tours of the gardens along the property. More often than not, people join the cult thanks to the lectures of Vipera and other visiting members! What a lovely place. There is absolutely nothing wrong happening here!

But for now, that’s enough of my rambling. Y’all have yourself a lovely [insert timezone here]. I may or may not have made references for them as well.

#lego ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago au #ninjago

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limalosershq · 3 months

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WELCOME, DEEJAY! OR IS THAT SANTANA LOPEZ? EITHER WAY, YOU'RE A LIMA LOSER AROUND HERE NOW! Remember to look at our checklist here and then send in your account within 24 hours, if you need more time just let us know! That way I can send you the link to the discord server and you can get to plotting with everyone there. We all look forward to rping with you and once again, welcome to the mayhem of show choir!

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME/ALIAS: deejay PROUNOUNS: she/her AGE (21+): 29 TIMEZONE: est ACTIVITY: probably a five out of ten, maybe a six? it's hard to tell with my job because i pretty much work sm. however, i am dedicated to working on being active more and more

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: santana lopez FACECLAIM: maia reficco AGE/BIRTHDAY: 21, august 21st GLEE CLUB: the trouble tones SONG CHOICE: back to black by amy whinehouse MAJOR/MINOR/GRADE: economics major with a minor in music (junior ) LOCATION: thanks to her parents, santana lives in an off campus apartment OCCUPATION: spotlight diner CLUBS/EXTRACURRICULARS/SPORTS: cheerios, gay-straight alliance, mathletes.

LIST AT LEAST 3 HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER!

santana acts like a bitch, because she has to. contrary to what she wants you to believe, when she was little she was innocent, kind and the complete opposite of what she is today. people actually didn't call her satan,. even though her parents spoiled her rotten with whatever she wanted, santana always managed to keep herself on the light side. however, when middle school came around and false rumors about her started flowing and spreading like a wild fire and in an instant that innocent child turned into a stone cold bitch. no longer was she going to be ridiculed by others and made fun of behind her back. once she entered high school, the snixx and santana combo people hate to love but love to hate was born. although, don't judge a book by it's bitchy cover because santana might sometimes tend to be heartless if someone manages to not annoy her and get on her good side, she's loyal and dedicated to defending her friends no matter what the cost.

while being famous is something that santana lopez aspires to be, don't think she doesn't a backup plan. she's a realist and knows that her aspirations might not be something that not even she can grab ... that's why she is decided that she was going to at least make her major in economics where she hope could score her a well paying job because if she can't be famous, she could at least use her love for math to good use and make her a little rich.

despite being the daughter of a well renounced dr, santana does try to be humble and not flaunt her family's wealth too much. of course, she does tend to use it a bit to her advantage say for her off campus apartment, nice clothing, etc etc ... she does try to at least show her independence by working at the spotlight diner. it's not enough to get by, but with the tips she tends to get by at least flaunting her hotness tends to help pay some of her bills.

QUESTIONS

IS THIS WHERE YOU PICTURED YOURSELF RIGHT NOW IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS?

at this particular moment? no and before you get all depressive, i love my life right now. i love where it is heading and i wouldn't change it .. you know all that sappy stuff. however, in the grand scheme of things : it's not on somewhere relaxing on a beach in the tiniest bikini, sipping on a margarita. THAT is much better than being in little lima, ohio.

HOW’RE YOU FEELING ABOUT ALL THE SHOW CHOIR RIVALRY?

does it really look like i give two cents about some show choir rivalry? don't get me wrong, snixx loves herself some drama just like the next person, but lets all be real here. it's sooooooooooooo boring when you know the outcome. these other show choirs can sing and dance to their hearts content but no matter what santana lopez always manages to find her way on top and the trouble tones ... well they will just be along for the ride.

WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A LIMA LOSER? WHERE EXACTLY IS YOUR LIFE HEADED, OR REALLY, WHERE SHOULD IT BE HEADING?

a lima loser? you're joking. i'm santana freaking lopez, the hottest person in lima, hell the hottest person anywhere. the last thing i will ever be is a lima loser, unlike some of these idiots around here. see, i have this little thing called talent and much sooner rather than later it will be noticed and i'll be on my way to grab me a piece of fame and fortune.

#limalosersaccepted

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hotsugarkrp · 7 months

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Just out of curiosity, is there a set timezone that the rp runs on? Like kst or est (which I assume is what the admins work in).

I only ask because with the amount of recent muse birthdays, it feels very confusing to see birthday posts or wishes on the “wrong” day. Like it could be that idols birthday in Korea since it’s the very early hours of the morning over there but for a large majority of muns, it’s still the day before. But then on the flip side, I’ve seen it before where some people will post/send birthday wishes when it’s already past midnight and no longer the idols birthday in Korea but it still is the “right” day for a lot of muns.

I know it’s not a big thing but it just gets confusing. And the same goes for other things when people say “today x happened” when actually in Korea it would’ve been “yesterday” for the idol. So I’m wondering if there’s not already, maybe there should be a “set” timezone for ic purposes? Of course each much has a different timezone and will therefore be active at different times. But to say the whole rp in based in kst for example, or est for admin ease, would just add a more concise and cohesive element to the ic-verse and timelines of things. Especially when you’ve got people saying happy birthday to someone at 3am kst while people are posting about “todays events” which in kst terms should be labelled as “yesterday”.

Hi nonny! There is not a set timezone that the rp works off of, but we do have a sort of unwritten understanding that, to some degree, time is a little fluid. We all try our best to be "on time" with our posts and well wishes, but we can be forgiving if posts are a few hours off, seeing as our muns are located across practically all 24 timezones.

If you're anxious about when to post something, we do suggest going by kst, since our muses (and consequently many of our muns) are based out of Korea. But we aren't going to police that! All we ask is that you do your best and give your fellow muns some grace in this regard. We understand that it can get a little confusing sometimes, but our goal with this community is to keep things relaxed and easy to jump into instead of holding our members to strict timing rules. So we won't be designating a specific timezone for everyone to work around.

#hotsugarkrp #asks

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hanjeongrp · 1 year

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Welcome to Hanjeong, Cho Jongsu. You are quite the half blood human/naiad. At 32 [318], you have quite a claim to being a pirate descendant and in the resistance.

Enjoy paradise.

OOC:

Name/Alias: Crystal

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 21+

Timezone: Central

IC:

Biography Information:

Name: Cho Jongsu

FC: Kang Haneul

Species: Half-Blood (Naiad/Human)

Occupation: Unemployed (Mostly)

Home Location: East Side

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 318 [32] (May 14, 1704; Taurus)

Claim: Other Pirate Descendant; The Resistance

Biography:

Trigger Warnings: Discrimination, Murder, Death

Jongsu was never supposed to exist. His very birth led to the persecution of countless half-bloods. It led to the destruction of couples and families. It led to the death of his own mother and his father. The guilt has always followed him, still fresh in his mind, even hundreds of years later.

Jongsu was definitely not the first half-blood born in Hanjeong. He was just the first one to get caught. Though history lost his name and parentage, he was the greatest controversy of his time. When his mother became pregnant, she was quickly married off to a local official. It was hardly a love match; just a way to keep the scandal at bay. Then, Jongsu was born.

Unfortunately, he took after his father. The midwives screamed as they stared at the translucent baby. Thankfully, his mother protected him. Despite having just given birth, she ran to the forest for sanctuary. Because she was a descendant of Sindae, the news broke out quickly.

Hanjeong’s history books cannot capture the chaos that came afterwards. Riots. Blood. Persecution. When the laws were passed, his mother left him among the naiads for his safety. In the Forest, they were not bound by the laws of Hanjeong. However, the longer she stayed there, the more likely was that war would break out.

She didn’t last long. His father killed his stepfather in vengeance. He succeeded, but was hung when caught. By the age of three, Jongsu was orphaned.

For the first fifty years, Jongsu was not able to leave the forest. He took after his father, but as a half-blood, he had a much more difficult time learning to utilize his glamour. Once he could pass, he tried living among the humans of Hanjeong. At first beloved, that all quickly changed when people learned of his true identity. He was a mark on the Sinaid family’s prestigious line. He needed to be destroyed.

After escaping near death, Jongsu decided to leave Hanjeong. For centuries, he traveled. He loved. He lost. He nearly died several more times.

Homesickness wasn’t what drove Jongsu back to Hanjeong. Frankly, the answer was simple vengeance. Over the years, he’s ruined countless descendants of his maternal line and those descended from his stepfather for good measure.

Unfortunately, the new mayor brings up complicated feelings in Jongsu. He cannot trust them. Not after what he’s seen of the pirate descendants. There must be an angle here. He just knows it. Besides, it’s not enough. He won’t rest until half-bloods are free and those who wronged them regret it.

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huydx · 2 years

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Why time zone is hard (for some people)

At the end of 2022, I left Square and made yet another move to a new company.

Square is a great company. We shared the same mission, build the best ecosystem for merchants (and later became economy empowering).

My team helped build tools to save millions for merchants from fraud, and bad charge-backs, and I am proud to be a part of it.

However, I had one big thing that pulled me back from contributing more to the company: Time-zone.

My team has less than 10 members distributed across 3 time zones PST, EST, and JST. Square has most of its employees located in either PST or EST. To give you a sense of why it’s problematic:

8am (JST) == 3pm (PST) == 6pm (ETS). Monday in JST is Sunday in both EST and PST (which means I can’t collaborate with anyone on Monday)

I’m 100% not a morning person

Look at (1), JST has only 2 or 3 hours of overlap with PST, and almost zero overlaps with EST. This caused the first problem, we need to organize our syncs in the very early morning or very late night of JST (since JST is a minor branch, prioritizing over US time zone which has more people, is a requirement). We picked the “early morning” option, which is bad for me obviously lol.

As a good friend of mine, you suggested a few improvements:

Just become a morning person! Exercise every morning! Problem solved, yay!

Work smarter, use asynchronous communication, read Rework and Remote (books by DHH / Jason)

(1) sounds easy. I did wake up early (to be honest, I must since my kid wakes up early as well to go to daycare). But waking up early, is not necessarily the same as “waking up early and doing tons of work at full speed, using full energy in the morning”.

Imagine every morning

You wake up and a thread of hundred Slack messages is waiting for you.

You take 10 minutes to read through ALL of them to make sure you didn’t miss any important things while helping your kid to go to daycare (of course he doesn’t cooperate).

You eat a break first in 5 minutes and join early Google Meet to discuss things that you just read from Slack.

It takes 2, 3 hours for all the meetings and finally you have some time for yourself, try to write some codes but find that it’s already lunchtime.

You eat lunch, take a break and you find that you’re already out of energy. But you know that you need to work hard, and you try to write some code. But you found that the code that you need to write needs some confirmation from you co-workers who already took off 🤦‍♂️.

Not all of my days happen like that, but most.

For (2), my team and I did try a lot to address those issues. I feel grateful to my manager as well as my co-workers for being supportive and aligning their schedules to follow our timezone (having meetings at 6 pm everyday is not a pleasant experience).

We also wrote a lot. Square’s culture is obsessed with documents. I wrote much more documents than code. Every discussion of our team started with “where is your design doc”.

I had a list of “blockers” in my notion, which I used to put in Slack scheduler to be sent at the midnight to all stakeholders so that I could check their responses the next day’s morning.

We also had a following-the-sun on-call rotation, with a complex model of primary and sub so that the workload is fairly shared between members, but not so biased that could block our customers who are mostly based in the US.

So what was wrong?

The problem is, my team, and myself is not everything. The company is everything. Dealing with time zones requires the whole company's effort. Many important company meetings happen at our midnight. My role requires a lot of communication across organizations, but communication with other teams is just laggy (every single ping-pong cost us at least a day). Also, our on-call rotation model wasn’t worked well since most customer supports and outages happen in US time zone, which puts more burden on our team there.

Time zone is hard, but time zone with full remote work (and Covid) is much harder. It’s very hard for me to feel being a part of the company. Until I left the company, I still wasn’t able to meet all of my peers who were based in the US, face to face.

I tried to understand the reasons why my company wasn’t the best fit for multi time zones model:

We built the company from the ground up with most of the workforce and customers who are based in a single time zone (or closed time zone).

Our Japan engineer team wasn’t doing Japan-related work, with Japan-based stakeholders, but mostly US-based projects, which just caused a lot of blockers.

Covid blocked us from being more “social”, and prevent us to have offline team all-hands.

Well, I’m not trying to complain or blame anything or anyone. I was just trying to say that remote work, while sounds very fancy and could be awesome for some teams or companies, could just be super hard for others, especially with multiple time zones.

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whispersofwords · 2 years

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Out of Character.

Name/Alias: Amy

Timezone: PST

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/Her

Activity Level: 6.5/10

Anything else?: Love you

In Character.

Character Name: Aelia Maia

Skeleton Name: The mortal

Birthdate/Age: Month / Day / Year (age) Note: Character’s appearance ages must be +/- 5 years from the resources you’ll be using for them (if mortal). March 2nd, 1989 (33)

Character Gender and Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Terror, Ghoul

Bloodline, Pack, Coven, or Affiliation: Former Dahlia

Occupation: Owner of Dante’s

Face-claim: Nathalie Emmanuel

Trigger Warnings: blood, murder, children mutilation and death, stabbing, gambling, violence

History.

Aelia’s story started off happy as all good stories should, before the worst, before her death -- she was a small babe born to the Dahlia coven located in Rome. Bright curls haloed her head and her laughter seemed to steal the heart of anyone who would listen and within the coven, they took care of each others children. She learned to walk within its hall, the long tendrils of ivy there to help her as she stepped and was there that she flourished as a child before she blossomed into a proud women. Her parents were long Dahlia members and were happy to hear that she planned to pledge for initiation as she had been raised to do.

She jumped, with her feet and hands bound and she did not call upon her magic to save her because she trusted the coven that raised her to catch her. A few years passed and she wore the mark with pride. She kept a bedroom at the Dahlia house and it was a restless night that led her to find out about the coven’s darkest secret, muffled voices echoed through the stairwells that she knew well so she followed the sound. The door did not creak as she pressed it open slightly and was horrified to see children bound and with red stained collars.

She couldn’t go back to her bed in peace and with an scream that would be the last of her living breath, she surges in with no plan and only a desperation to stop this cruelty. The Dahlia’s sovereign knife drove into her ribs and she perished in his arms, her blood was used for further sacrifice that night and she was buried far away from the house. It was explained to her parents that she simply desired to leave the coven and they let her go, her parents who were Dahlia supremacist first and took their sovereigns word as laws ate this lie up greedily.

Waking up was where things started to fracture. She remembers it differently, at times she wakes to her sibling’s face above her shone with dirt and sweat and a shovel beside them, some memories tell her of a lover who held her close until they realized how cold her skin was and how their power left them. The most prominent memory is when she’s alone, clutching grave dirt and crying in anguish as she’s abandoned for coming back wrong. The world has never been kind even as it dressed itself up to be, so she stood from her grave and went into the world.

There was nothing quite like the taste of magic and taking it from those who ought to never have it, vampires who just want to steal the blood from others -- she retracts their fangs, negating their power. It is a bottomless pit that waits inside her stomach -- all she knows is hunger so she takes from a witch and a druid next, rendering them powerless as they called her a monster. Ghoul was the word that was used and she was hellbent on haunting them, starting with the Dahlia house that even as they claim to enter a new chapter, the stones that built their home will never be clean, her blood is stained into the foundation.

Nowadays she runs Dante’s, balances the books and keeps the shady operation running. It’s a place of anger and power. There’s never been honor in the ring, and suspicions of rigged fights of existed as long as the club has. For the right price, she’s not above negating a fighters power, she’s popular around bookies and enjoys helping the rich slaughter their enemies. Her revenge keeps her tied to this world but the atmosphere of bloodlust and violence that she has cultivated keeps her hungry.

Personality.

Determined, ruthless, self-reliant

Violent, selfish, callous

Extras.

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: our kitchen | lhc

summary | moving in with your boyfriend is a great idea—just don't forget to ask him if he knows how to build furniture (or how to build anything, really).

genre | fluff, a bit of unseriousness

wc | 1.1k

a/n: the glimo digipack jeno pc i bought shipped 💪 anyways shocked im managing to post before 12am in my timezone (and semi proud of myself?) anyways, i hope you enjoy !!

THERE WERE MANY THINGS you were looking forward to when you and your boyfriend decided to move in together.

Apartment searching had been at the top of that list. It seemed so…idyllic, walking through empty rooms and imagining what pieces of furniture would go where. Sitting at a restaurant and discussing pricing, location, what you needed and didn’t care for—and, of course, being able to even discuss that with someone. Plus, you and Donghyuck had nearly identical tastes in housing, so it had been a breeze finding what you needed.

Of course, after that, there was the cheesy couple stuff you’d both watched your friends do, time and time again. Donghyuck had been insistent on doing dumb photoshoots in the vacant rooms and taking a picture of you two holding the keys to your new home. He’d even made you think up a witty caption together, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the smug face he made as he pressed the ‘post’ button.

After that came time for you both to pack up your old apartments. It was a lot easier for him than it was for you, as he had multiple roommates, so most of his stuff was only in his room. You, however, had glassware to wrap and sofas to sell, so your packing experience took much longer than his. Donghyuck, in his excitement, helped every step of the way, doing essentially all the heavy lifting (which you were very thankful for).

Then, you had to get furniture.

Initially, you thought that would be the most exciting part of your move. And, to an extent, it was; you must’ve spent hours in miscellaneous furniture stores around town, sitting on possible couches and inspecting about a million refrigerators. You’d bought pretty much everything you needed, and most of it was under your budget, so your pockets weren’t hurting much, either.

Furniture, most of the time, needed to be put together. And, not wanting to waste money, you and Donghyuck mutually agreed that you’d assemble everything yourselves, rather than hiring a bunch of people to do it for you.

That was fine, seriously. You’d assembled mostly all of the furniture in your old apartment, and you figured Donghyuck had probably put a few things in his lifetime.

Wrong. He hadn’t. In fact, he’d never even looked at an instruction manual before he handed his buildable stuff off to Jeno. Even when he was a kid, he had no interest in legos or building blocks—Lee Donghyuck hadn’t built a thing in his life.

Which leads you to right now. So far, you’d put together the TV stand, your bed frame, and two nightstands you’d bought off the internet, all by yourself. Initially, you’d thought that he’d at least be able to help you through reading out directions and handing you things, but that might’ve been silly of you. With Donghyuck’s inability to keep his mouth shut—this trait was helpful, most of the time—he found joy in twisting directions and handing you the wrong things.

To be fair, the antics had been funny and almost endearing at first, but, now, you want your constant building to be over. Of course, you can only get him out of the apartment ever so often, which means he’ll be right next to you until you finish building this desk.

“I don’t get these instructions,” he said, snatching up the pamphlet from next to you. He was pushing you to your limits today, pressing every visible button and sprinkling salt into every wound. Donghyuck was lucky you loved him as much as you did. “Why aren’t there any words? It’s just confusing pictures.”

Putting down your screwdriver, you snatched the directions out of his hands, returning them to where you could see them. “They’re not confusing when you start from the beginning.”

“Whatever,” he hummed, leaning his head on your shoulder. For the whole time you’d been building the desk, he’d sat right next to you, periodically nudging you or laying on you in an attempt to get attention. “So, where is this going? Did we decide mutually or was it a decision you made?”

Sighing, you went back to lining up the desk’s legs with the appropriate screw-holes, wrenching them to the base-wood with as much force as you could muster.

“Bedroom.”

“Oh, really? I heard working in your bedroom can hurt your sleep schedule. Are you sure we don’t have anywhere else to put it?”

“Pretty sure.”

Unfortunately, Donghyuck had already pulled up an article about the subject, beginning to read it aloud for his personal enjoyment. “Working in the bedroom establishes unhealthy associations between your bed and work, making it difficult to mentally disconnect when you’re trying to fall asleep. Additionally—”

“Hyuck. My favorite person. Love of my life. Boyfriend,” you finally said, dropping the screwdriver once again. As kindly as you could, you took him by the chin and raised his head. Donghyuck looked a bit confused, staring at you with an air-headed look that you loved a lot.

“What’s up?”

“Please, for the love of god, shut up. Just until I finish this.”

He frowned at that, grabbing your wrist and lifting you off the floor with him. “All you’ve done for this entire week is build. I get wanting to be done with this, or whatever, but take a break for a bit,” he said, dragging you into the living room. You offered little resistance, knowing that, once you’d stopped, you wouldn’t want to go back to it.

“Finish it tomorrow. Let’s go out to dinner and do something fun instead of sitting in our kitchen messing with a pile of wood.”

He turned to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You smiled at him, feeling a bit giddy now.

“Our kitchen,” you repeated, dragging him into a hug.

“Our apartment.”

Even if he’d driven you to the brink of insanity this week, he was still your beloved Lee Donghyuck, your beloved boyfriend, and, now, your beloved roommate. You would enter a new era of your life, side-by-side, moving through the years together. Even if you had to build all the furniture in your shared apartment.

“Okay, we can go to dinner,” you agreed, half-pulling away from him. “Or, we could make dinner together. In our kitchen.”

thank you for reading!!

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theanarchistscookbook · 1 year

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Play Store and Chrome Extensions Leak Data

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Conclusion

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In our next article, we’ll discuss Google’s censorship ability to shape society and how affects you.

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silentmoths · 3 years

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Can I request about Diluc, Childe and Zhongli that busy to work and forget his s/o and they just know after midnight. Maybe hurt/comfort with afab reader.

P.S. In my timezone is my birthday and I follow your fic since it from ao3😂

Happy birthday!!!

Hurt/Comfort below~

Fair warning: childe's get's a little spicy!!

Diluc: Broken promise

He really, REALLY hadn't meant to be stuck out so long. Some stupid knights of Favonious party at the tavern that needed his extra hands, a drunken bar brawl between two initiate knights fighting over a lady resulting in two freshly banned knights and a bunch of extra cleanup.

He's exhausted by the time he's finally trudging up the path to the winery, most of the manor is dark, only the bare minimum of lanterns left on for him to see with ease, however there is one light upstairs that catches his eye, and makes his blood run cold with realisation.

Diluc had promised you that he'd only be gone a couple of hours, just to help with the first few waves of drinks, drunken knights barely wanted more than beer once drunk enough, but obviously thats not how things went...

you'd stayed up for him.

Suddenly no longer as tired, the redhead rushes up the path, the mantra in his head? 'shit shit shit, fuck shit oh shit' as he bursts in the doors and takes the staircase two or three steps at a time.

"Firefly I-" His words die in his throat as he finally bursts into the bedroom. "Oh firefly...."

He takes in the sight before him, you'd been extra clingy today, not common for you, a bad nightmare had left you a little more shaken than usual, which is why he'd promised to be home early.

Now? Now you were perched on the edge of the bed, facing the window, away from him, knees pulled to your chest, hell you dont even make any move that you've even heard him.

"Sweetheart I...I'm sorry." He is, he really is. You were the light of his life, the one constant little firefly that brightened his day. He only just kicks off his boots before he's clambering into bed, pulling your back to his chest, you're rigid and tense and his heart breaks a little more as he buries his head into your shoulder. "M'sorry..."

"you promised..." your quiet whimper may as well have been a stab to the chest.

"I know, I know, I-I...fuck...I'm sorry...the knights were rowdier than usual tonight, a fight broke out... I didn't realise the time until we were closing." His words just feel like excuses, and abd ones at that. She says nothing, he doesn't blame her, it wasn't often Diluc made promises, but he really hadn't expected things to get out of hand this badly.

"I'll take tomorrow off." He finally breaks the silence after a few minutes. This finally gets a reaction, your head slowly turning.

"you never take the day off Lu... not even when you're sick..." ouch, you weren't exactly wrong, even on days when he didn't work at the tavern he was always in his office, looking over paperwork and making arrangements... but no, not this time.

Slowly, Diluc turns you until you're facing him, bundled into his lap, oh his poor little firefly looked so sad, so alone.

"I know after tonight you have no right to believe me, but I promise I am taking the day off tomorrow." He states, kissing your forehead "you and I? we're going to spend the entire day together, whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go. okay?"

finally, you lift your gaze to him, his eyes are wide and trained on your face, full of sincerity and affection, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he leans in to kiss you proper.

"...Okay..."

Zhongli: Happy not-birthday.

It wasn't uncommon for the consultant's work to end up trailing deep into the night, some of the more in-depth parting rituals could only take place at night, or in certain locations after all.

But the moment he quietly slips through the door to your shared apartment, he feels a shift in energy, odd. The apartment is dark, of course, night-owl you may claim to be, you were always out light a light before midnight-

oh, their shared bed was empty, untouched since it had been made this morning... Now Zhongli was curious, and a little worried. It doesn't take him long to notice the door to the balcony open and he pokes his head out into the frigid night air.

"Darling? what are you doing out here so late in the winter? you'll catch your death..." He breathes as he quickly removes his coat to drape around your shoulders as you sit on one of the little stools. you dont say anything to him, which only has his worry rising, coming to a head when he notices what you have twirling in your hand.

A dried glaze lily.

the one he'd given you the first year you'd been together on your-

oh...

How could he? Zhongli remembered everything, the name of every person he's met, the date that every ship built in liyue makes it's maiden voyage from the harbour.

How could he have forgotten something as important as your birthday!?

"Oh, darling..." outside be damned now, he scoops you up into his arms; you were freezing cold as he carries you inside, sliding the balcony door shut with his foot. Every step he takes he can feel his very soul withering. You'd still been blissfully asleep when he'd left for work this morning, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek and forehead, you always looked so peaceful at rest.

Looking at the clock as he sits on the couch with you now? Well past midnight, almost one in the morning, he'd completely missed your birthday.

turning his golden gaze back to you, who's still refusing to make eye-contact, he ever so gently plucks the dried lily from your fingers and tucks it into your hair, pulling you close so he can pepper your face with kisses.

"My darling, my sweet, my one true treasure... I am so very sorry for forgetting your day... words are not enough to express..." he whispers between kisses, one hand tugging his coat tighter around your now-shivering frame. God he may be, but even with all the power he held, the ability to turn back time was beyond him, much as he wished for it now.

You whimper quietly, leaning your head against his chest and a small wave of relief washes over him, contact, you always thrived on physical contact, and that was something he was happy to give in spades.

"how about tomorrow, you and I celebrate your not-birthday?" He suggests, earning him a sleepy, confused look. perhaps he'd been listening to Hu-Tao's strange stories too much recently, one that stuck out was something called 'Alice in wonderland' where they celebrate 'Un-birthdays'. Eventually your confusion gives way to a quiet giggle.

"there's my little treasure." He purrs happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "A very happy not-birthday to my most beloved."

Childe: Forgotten Annivarsary

Ah, what a wonderful day of killing and battle! Ajax hadn't had such a lovely day in so very long, being stuck in the bank amidst paperwork hell was not his forte, but alas, as the highest rank within it's walls, it was unfortunately up to him to fill in the paperwork.

As soon as he's in the door, he strips down to his boxers, bloodthirsty he may be, but he wasn't about to ruin all your hard work cleaning the apartment yesterday.

Though he looks at the candleabra sitting upon the table with confusion, below it? A gift box. He leans down to check the card, it was for him? from you? huh? It's not his birthday, what was all this about?

His eyes flick to the calendar on the wall, the 15th...

Oh, ooooh no.

Their anniversary.

Biting his lip his gaze flicks to the kitchen, dissaray, like you'd been cooking... he swings around the table and opens the fridge and his heart shatters, you had been, you'd made some of his favorites, all local Sneznhayan dishes, totally foreign to you, yet you'd gone out of the way to make them for him, now all wrapped in plastic and haphazardly tossed into the fridge.

of course, today had to be the one day he's not home at 5:30 in two whole months.

Next stop? bedroom.

You're curled up in bed, asleep, hugging your favorite Narwhal (that he'd won you, no less) tight in your arms, where he usually was.

No, no, absolutely not.

tossing his clothes aside he carefully climbs into bed, tugging away the bankets to reveal your body proper, awh, you'd even gone to bed wearing one of his shirts, his heart twists in shame, but he was going to make it up to you, here and now.

Starting with a soft kiss to the top of your head, and then trailing down, the presses of his lips to your skin slowly waking you as watery eyes flutter open.

"A-Ajax?" you mumble quietly.

"Shhh, I'm sorry I got caught out late princess, I missed our anniversary... you worked so hard to make everything perfect." He whispers huskily into your ear "Let me make it up to you right here, right now."

He stops to steal a kiss from your lips just once before he continues on his trail downwards, deft hands unbuttoning the top you'd stolen.

"Just sit back and relax my princess, I have you."

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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ldr

Author’s Note: 💔😔

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Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: emergency suggestion: soulmate au angst hurt/not much comfort where reader thinks she found the one, her soulmate, in a hashira, all to find out they can’t do long distance and reader deals with the heartbreak over text and copes and tries to suppress any sadness or just asking for a friend hahahaha ha

~faqs~

Kyojuro stares at his phone. Waiting. Wondering. Why have they not texted me Good morning !! (: yet? — maybe you’re still asleep? Timezones are unfortunate, after all. Or you stayed up late doing homework? If that’s the case, then you’ll text him ~soon. Or I let them go. Reality whispers harshly, dragging itself in one ear and out the other, dancing—taunting—around his weary head, jabbing at the circles under his eyes. I let them go as he replays the grating in his chest; how he typed I cannot do this. Such uncertainty. Our distance. on a particularly lonely evening; how he actually sent the damned text.

“Kyojuro! Brunch?” Tengen shouts loudly, muffled, probably from somewhere in the kitchen.

“No thank you,” he mutters, doubtful that Tengen heard him.

1:01AM Kyojuro: Someday, we should go out to brunch!

1:01AM [y/n]: Aww yes yes yes 😁 I’d love that 😍

“Alright. I’ll be sure to bring you leftovers! Gosh forbid I neglect my roommate,” Tengen calls back cheerfully. “Dishes in the sink for you!”

Impressive hearing, as always Kyojuro rubs tiredly at his forehead, unsure why he has a headache despite sleeping his usual amount. Unable to ignore how his heart aches, too.

5:47PM Kyojuro: Almost bought flowers for you, and then I remembered you’re on the opposite coast. ☹️

5:50PM [y/n]: Way to make me SAD 😞 But you could buy flowers for yourself?! And then take a photo for me. Flowers for both of us ☺️

Collect yourself he grunts, swinging a leg off the side of the bed, the other sluggishly following, feet eventually thumping carelessly, monotonously, onto the floor. Clothes he exhales shakily, exchanging his wrinkled, white shirt for his favorite cotton sweatshirt, drawstring ends lovingly chewed, tiny rips and tears patched throughout the years, their locations memorized Like the shape of their smile; slipping on soft, terry sweatpants Your ass looks great in those 😉, swallowing the rising bile in his throat as he clumsily tightens the waistband. He doesn’t bother with the rest of his typical morning routine. Woozy. Floating. Barely restraining the urge to text you. To tell you. I was wrong.

2:17PM Kyojuro: 🌻🌻🌻

2:32PM [y/n]: THEY’RE GORGEOUS KYO

2:33PM Kyojuro: Took you long enough!

2:48PM [y/n]: Sorryyy I’m a busy bee!

2:51PM Kyojuro: Buzz! 🐝

2:51PM [y/n]: Exactlyyy

Fuck Kyojuro snarls, gripping the edge of the sink, eyeing the plethora of dishes left behind for him (courtesy of Tengen). Usually, he’d be grateful for the distraction. Grateful for how attuned Tengen is to his moods — for Tengen’s subtle gesture, offering, of support. But right now? Right now, he knows he’s bound to break one, possibly seven, dishes. Not intentionally, of course. But his mind, his heart, is elsewhere. On a flight to Wherever you want to go!, your cheek on his shoulder as you nap peacefully. In a shower at the gym, smirking at the thought of sending you a raunchy thirst trap, excited to blend smoothies with you — to hold your hand as you walk home together. Beside you on the couch, your fingers deftly braiding his unruly hair, giggling as he doodles on your thigh. How is he supposed to wash dishes without you? Slipping, slipping, shattering through his glistening fingertips.

You hardly slept last night. Grogginess clings to the tips of your eyelashes, willing your eyelids to stay closed, phone still clutched in your hopeless hand. He hasn’t texted yet. You would’ve felt the notification—the vibration—in your soul. Generally, you keep your phone on Do Not Disturb, on Silent, for everyone. While you appreciate the texts from your mom, the memes from your friends, the nagging from your work, technology can be ~a bit much. Maintaining a fair boundary, a fair distance, protects your sanity. Your energy.

3:06AM Kyojuro: You are super pretty!

3:07AM [y/n]: 🥰🥰🥰

3:07AM [y/n]: But also…

3:08AM [y/n]: Why are you awake? 🙃

3:09AM Kyojuro: I rise with the sun!

3:13AM [y/n]: Clearly ☀️🥱

3:16AM Kyojuro: And why are YOU awake? It is 3am.

3:22AM [y/n]: Homework 🤓

3:22AM Kyojuro: Sleep! 😒

3:28AM [y/n]: I’ll sleep if you sleep

3:30AM Kyojuro: 6am is a perfectly reasonable time to wake up.

3:32AM Kyojuro: Please go to sleep.

3:32AM Kyojuro: I worry about you.

3:07AM [y/n]: 🥺

I cannot do this you press your fingers into your temples, pillow threadbare beneath your heavy head, eyes finally squinting open. Your ceiling greets you. Familiar. Unmoved. Just as drained as you feel after watching you toss, turn; hearing you mutter, seethe; smelling your disappointment, heartbreak — all night long. At least some things never change. At least some things remain untouched, unaffected, by the devastation of his blazing whirlwind — of his abrupt, addicting, adoring attention. By the ashen layers of his fear. Of his finite fuse. His untethered weakness.

7:58PM [y/n]: I miss you 😭💖

7:59PM Kyojuro: I miss you too! 😭💖

8:03PM [y/n]: I’m off tn!

8:05PM Kyojuro: Exciting! Text later then?

8:05PM [y/n]: Yes please 😇

8:11PM Kyojuro: As you wish.

Such uncertainty his words, his doubt, churns in your gut. Sudden. Wrong. Unforgiving. If there was one thing, just one, that you’d been certain of, then it was him. Rengoku Kyojuro. Man of silly selfies and blushing cheeks. Of cozy hoodies and sexy joggers. Of sweet, earnest, genuine promises. To go to the beach; cook overly extravagant dinners; binge tv shows; exercise; choose each other’s outfits. MAN OF THE EAST COAST. Distance. Your sanity. Your energy. If only he knew how paper thin your walls were. How precisely, tenderly, delicately, you’d peeled them away. How sure, confident, trusting, you’d been. To believe that he too noticed, felt, tugged on the scintillating string stretching from his laughter to your grin.

One tug. I love you.

Two tugs. I love you.

Three tugs.

Four tugs.

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #one shot #college au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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WELCOME, ABBY! OR IS THAT TINA COHEN-CHANG? EITHER WAY, YOU'RE A LIMA LOSER AROUND HERE NOW! Remember to look at our checklist here and then send in your account within 24 hours, if you need more time just let us know! That way I can send you the link to the discord server and you can get to plotting with everyone there. We all look forward to rping with you and once again, welcome to the mayhem of show choir!

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME/ALIAS: abby PROUNOUNS: she/her AGE (21+): 28 TIMEZONE: est ACTIVITY: 7-8/10.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: tina cohen-chang FACECLAIM: park sooyoung AGE/BIRTHDAY: 21, september 20th GLEE CLUB: new directions SONG CHOICE: dolls by bella poarch MAJOR/MINOR/GRADE: performing arts / junior LOCATION: on campus, in the dorms OCCUPATION: Tina works part-time as a cashier at Hot Topic in the North Hills Mall in Lima, Ohio CLUBS/EXTRACURRICULARS/SPORTS: drama club, film club, gay-straight alliance, mathletes

LIST AT LEAST 3 HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER!

for the majority of her life, tina had gone by unnoticed by her peers. she felt unseen, like she was a ghost walking among them, watching from the outside as everyone else lived their lives. it wasn’t until she joined glee club her freshman year of college that she really started to feel like she’d come into view for the first time, and realized that, when she actually opened up, people wanted to get to know her.

though she’s been fortunate enough to find some really great friends, tina’s luck perpetually seems to be in low supply. for some reason, whether it’s in her love life, on stage, or just in general, misfortune seems to follow her around. it’s something she tries to cope with as much as she can, but there are times where she feels like she wants to just burst into tears because of it all (…and more often than not, does).

it’s not something a lot of people would guess about her, considering her usual, rather quiet demeanor, but tina is a big gossip. she’s always listening, using her powers of being unseen to overhear things she probably shouldn’t, and occasionally spreading along those bits of information to her closest friends. it’s a bad habit, she knows, but she simply can’t resist the urge.

QUESTIONS

IS THIS WHERE YOU PICTURED YOURSELF RIGHT NOW IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS?

honestly, though it might not seem like it to some people, because i know i still have a good way to go, i think i’m doing a lot better than i expected. i have friends, i no longer feel the need to fake a stutter just to get out of talking to anyone, and i even had a pretty big role in the spring musical last year. it’s not much, i guess, but to me it is. i’ve come out of my shell a lot more than i thought was really possible, and day by day i’m coming out even more. maybe by graduation i’ll be totally out of that thing.

HOW’RE YOU FEELING ABOUT ALL THE SHOW CHOIR RIVALRY?

it’s a little intense, and, i’m going to be honest, i don’t totally get why it’s all so vicious. don’t get me wrong, i can be competitive, and i like to win, but i think that all the fighting and dramatics just get in the way of focusing on what we’re supposed to be doing.

WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A LIMA LOSER? WHERE EXACTLY IS YOUR LIFE HEADED, OR REALLY, WHERE SHOULD IT BE HEADING?

i think if you’d asked me this a year or two ago, i might have said yes, but not anymore. maybe my light doesn’t shine as bright as some of my teammates, but that doesn’t mean it the flame isn’t flickering. i want to be a performer. on broadway, in hollywood, or madison square garden, i’m not totally sure which just yet, but i want to be somebody. someone worthy of applause.

#limalosersaccepted

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I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

#maya bday ask event #reed900 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh gavin #dbh nines #gavin900 #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh fanfic #dbh rk900 #dbh #dbh writing #my writing

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