⚠️fandom stalker alert! ⚠️
tw; death threats, stalking, harassment
I am making this post warning fandom artists, writers, and individuals in the animation industry to be wary of an individual known to plagiarize, stalk, harass, and run individuals off of their platforms: user taurealis, otherwise known as: Grace, deoxyriibos, Summer’s Crush, astroloqueen, sweetnsasssy, availheuristic#1707 (among many other aliases, additionally listed in the original call-out post)
Grace is a serial cyber stalker, who frequently “befriends” others she admires, only to abuse anonymous features to send hate, creates account after account to send toxicity after being blocked, and frequently lies about having “powerful friends” to evade consequences of her actions.
This user has gone as far as to call areas of employment to spread lies in an attempt to have multiple innocent animators fired, try to manipulate minors to move close to her, send death threats via anon (all anons lead back to the same IP address, which I will not share out of concerns for privacy), and frequently pressures others to meet up in real life.
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Rated: G
Pairing: Solar Dawn (Sky Lark/Sun Wukong/Yang Xiao Long)
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: Day five: healing @rwbyrarepairweek ; security breach au, animatronic Sky
Not every kid likes Sky. A small portion actually hates him, though he is supposed to be a jester and not a clown and Yang had thought the clown-fear thing was mostly myth. That was before she started working for Scarlatina Entertainment as a technician. Yang rubs the back of her hand against her forehead, smearing grease. "Alright, can you move your fingers?"
Sky raises his left arm, the bare brown metal glints slightly under the lights of her workshop under the Pizzaplex, and flexes his fingers. They move without so much as a creak and he smiles. "Fixed."
"Thankfully. Now on to the second one," Yang says. "Can you turn for me?"
Sky nods and turns around to straddle the chair, draping the already fixed arm over the back. He drops his head to rest on it, too. "I still can't believe those brats managed to hurt both arms before a parent got to them."
"Neither can I." Yang clicks her tongue. If Ruby or her did that, they would've been grounded for weeks. Not that either of them would've ever done it. Even as kids they were both way into robotics.
Actually, thinking about it, if they were young enough they might have tried some pretty stupid stuff to try and see how it worked. Yang still remembers all the pens and mechanical pencils she tore apart—a few of which were Weiss' that she ended up being unable to fix. There is a knock on the wall and Yang calls whoever it is in without turning from Sky's wires.
"I heard Sky got hurt again?" Sun asks as he walks into the room.
"Yeah," Sky and Yang sigh together.
"Have you sewn his sleeves?" Sun asks.
"Yeah." Yang vaguely gestures to where they sit on the table, next to the still open sewing kit. "Can you put it on him?"
Sun nods, knowing that while she can't see it, she would know he did anyway. "So did you scare them or were they just bastards?"
"Bastards." Sky sighs. He holds his arm up so Sun can attach the sleeve to his forearm. "Preteens."
The cloth is long and flowing; it attached to under the metal at the joint between the animatronic's upper and lower arm and Sun carefully feels along the seam to reattach it. His fingers flutter against Sky's metal and wires. It doesn't hurt, but it does tickle, and while Sky tries to stop he can't help squirming.
Yang clicks her tongue. "Babe, stay still."
"Sun is tickling me," Sky giggles, the noises bubbling up.
"Sorry." Sun removes his fingers and sits on the table in a clear area. Cloth hangs loosely from the spots Sun didn't get to. "I'll finish after you're done, Yang."
"Thanks," Yang hums. "And sorry, too, I forgot how ticklish he is there."
"So did I for a few moments," Sky says. He lays his arm in his lap, the action making a hollow ting sound. It's easy to forget he's ticklish even like this. "Are you almost done?"
"About. I need to go slower with your arms, I don't want to hurt the wires so your fingers malfunction," Yang says and smiles at the panel she's messing in. "You need those to flip off Cardin."
Sky hums. "I do, so I guess I can sit here patiently for a little longer, if Sun entertains me." He glances up at his other boyfriend and Sun snorts. It's an ugly type of snort, it always is, but it also always makes Sky feel a little like he's overheating. He loves that snort.
"What do you want me to do?" Sun asks and Sky forcefully keeps himself from shrugging. Yang hums in appreciation.
"Anything. Yang's too focused to talk to me," Sky says.
"Then what if I…" Sun pulls three balls out of seemingly thin air, sliding off the table as he does, and Sky laughs. "juggle?"
"Isn't that supposed to be my thing?" Sky asks.
"You don't have a monopoly on juggling." Sun taps a finger against his beak.
"Alright." Sky rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. "Show me what you got."
"Cool." Sun smiles and it's just as sunny as his name. Sometimes Sky thinks Sun should've gotten the security jacket with the sun patches instead of the lightning bolts, but he likes that his security guard matches him. "I've been practicing this."
Sky shifts in the seat, not enough to disturb Yang but just enough to sit up. Sun throws all three balls up together and catches them before he starts truly juggling. As an animatronic, Sky is nearly an expert at juggling. It's one of the things that's just in his coding. He's literally built for agility, hand-eye-coordination, athletics. Anything a jester might need to physically entertain. Whether or not he was actually good at any of that stuff while he was human, he doesn't really remember, but he thinks he was. All that is to say, Sky loves watching this. The balls arc and spin, Sun moving with them and never missing a catch, even as he has to lean into the table for one. The movements speak of time, speak of hours, speak of passion. The way Sun smiles, bright and large and all laughter just without the sound, speaks of passion. Speaks of fun. Sometimes Sky fumbles a ball, but his body is really just code. It's wires and metal and made for errors like that to happen as statistically seldom as human error can achieve. And with Yang as the main technician– as his only technician– Sky rarely makes a physical error. Meanwhile Sun juggles without error because of practice. It is beautiful, though Sky knows neither of his human boyfriends would naturally think of it that way. But that's okay. Sky knows people see beauty in different things and he is more than okay with being the only person to look at Sun and see his forever messy hair, curls bouncing as he juggles, and know that it is beautiful.
A spark in his wires causes him to look over at Yang, who flushes and looks away from Sun and back at his arm, and Sky thinks happily that she does see it, too.
Sun juggles for a bit longer, and on the ball's last loop he throws each of them higher and ducks under them, mouth wide, and swallowing after all three falls so it looks as if he's eaten them. One of his arms is behind his back, and Sky knows it means he's simply caught them. Something he thinks is more impressive, because that means Sun caught all three without looking. With all three balls in his hand, Sun takes a bow. Since Yang has his right arm, he claps by hitting his thigh. His palm makes a soft ringing sound against the metal there, like a bell.
"I'm done," Yang says at that moment and rolls her chair away. She stands and stretches, her spine and elbows making a popping sound. Sky smiles and flexes the fingers of his right hand, rotating the wrist to make sure everything is working probably, though he knows it is. The only reason he checks is because he knows Yang wants him to.
"Thanks, Yang," Sky says.
"Anything for my girlfriend," Yang says, smiling cheekily as she adds, "Plus it's how I get a paycheck."
Sky puts a hand on his chest to gasp dramatically. "Is that all I am to you? A job?"
"No," Yang says, sudden seriousness belied by the way her lips are twitching upward again. "You're also an annoyance."
"How dare, good sir! Sun, do you see how our boyfriend treats me?" Sky bemoans, making Sun snort. If not for the weight difference, Sky would’ve leaned against Sun just to really sell it. Instead he tips backwards in the chair.
“She’s being terribly cruel,” Sun agrees and that gets Yang to break, laughter filling the room as they join in. it always feels good to be silly with them. Natural in a way that isn’t related to his job, though that is very natural, too. It’s just different. Sky waves his arm and the cloth moves in the air like a wave.
“Finish my sleeves for me?” Sky asks, batting his eyelashes. There is still humour in Sun’s smile as he takes the unattached cloth in his hands and continues to attach it to Sky’s arm while Sky tries his best to keep it still despite the tickling feeling, so he doesn’t pinch and hurt Sun’s fingers.
"You're so spoiled," Yang says, only half joking but fully fond and unrepentant as she is one of the two doing the spoiling, and bends down to kiss his forehead. Sky beams up at her.
"As I should be," he says with all the snottiness he can muster while smiling and being unintentionally tickled. It makes Yang snort. Sun purposely flutters his fingers at his wires and Sky gives a cut-off laugh, freezing up.
“Suuun,” Sky complains and Sun just smiles.
“Gimme your other arm?” Sun says. Sky sighs and holds up his other arm so Sun can connect the other sleeve.
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