trollbot8
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- Breaking Legacies - Zoe Reed (1)
- Supergirl (TV 2015) (1)
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you feel more like home than any castle ever could by Monochrome_Gray, trollbot8
Fandoms: RWBY, Breaking Legacies
27 Mar 2022
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Yang was not poor. She refused to acknowledge it. She had her daily bread, she had clothes that weren't holey or dirty, and she had a roof over her head. But Yang was no fool. She hunted day and night, week after week; she hauled stone in town and trained horses for lords with better things to do- she worked for that bread and those clothes, and she never let herself forget that she and her father were the only things keeping her little sister comfortable; belly full of bread, cleaned shoes and dresses, and all the freedom that ignorant bliss can buy you.
Blake was not poor. She knew this like she knew how to chew; like she knew so thoroughly how to swallow; like she knew how to stomach despicability. Oh yes, Blake had it all, alright. She had gowns, and crowns, and gossamer ropes with which to practice her nooses. But Blake was no fool. Nor was she so desperate for reprieve that she'd stoop so low; being a prisoner of war in a foreign castle was one thing, it was another to be married to your captor. For all her supposed title should have granted her, and for having much... Blake had nothing. Nothing but her common sense. And her common sense told her to run.
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Blake and Yang, Yang and Blake, BlakeandYang, YangandBlake—
No matter the photo, the view, it’s always them.
Though their circumstances do vary, people say they saw them with a child, others don’t, some say they’re happy and carefree, others swear they’re recovering from hell, but no matter the perspective—
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Blake has never been one for panicking. She prides herself on keeping her emotions in check, on examining every angle of a problem before coming to a conclusion. She kept her cool when the military base had snuffed them out immediately. She stayed calm during the combat that ensued. She even stayed collected when they were falling hundreds of feet back down to earth after a hasty escape.
But now, looking at team JOYR’s aura stats? Seeing Oscar’s broken completely, and Yang almost joining him? She isn’t going to blame herself when her breathing starts to quicken as she sends Yang multiple messages, not getting a single one in return. Nor is she going to blame herself when she starts sprinting back to the hideout when she finally, finally gets a message from Jaune (not Yang, why can’t Yang message her?).
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Based off of this prompt by shipsnthenight: Maggie’s aunt lives in Midvale, so Maggie has been living there since she was 14. She and Alex have been together since they were 16. Now it’s the end of senior year, Alex and Maggie are in Alex’s room. Alex is stuck writing the valedictorian speech while staring at her letter of admission to Stanford, while Maggie, who is going to be joining the miliary in 3 months, is messing around with her guitar waiting for her girl to be finished before they join the others (superfriends) on the beach where the fire is already going and the party to celebrate the end of senior year and Alex’s last amazing victory in a regional surfing competition is about to start. Alex is frustrated and crumples up her speech notes for the fifth time, Maggie then puts away the guitar and joins Alex on the bed. The girl is worried that they won’t be able to make it work long distance and is also scared to death by what could happen to Maggie, but there’s no way they’re splitting up, so they’ll have to find a way. So basically the rest of the story is going to be the 3 months of summer together, and the next however long years of Alex in college and Maggie in the military.
So anyway please enjoy.
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Rumi knew she’d been standing on the sidewalk staring at the doorway long enough for it to be creepy, but she couldn’t help it.
It wasn’t that the doorway in question was itself daunting or anything; it was just a typical glass door, for a business that sat tucked away on a side street on the outskirts of Seoul. It was even sitting on the sunny side of the street as the day gently rolled over from morning to noontime, making the small chalkboard ‘welcome’ sign hanging inside it gleam all the brighter.
No, the part that was giving Rumi pause was what laid beyond the door. And the potential it had to change...everything.
Was she ready? Really ready?
...No.
Not really.
But she was also sick and tired of not being ready, so whatever she was now would just have to do.
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Rumi walks into a tattoo parlor in Seoul wanting to cover up the scars she gave to herself and reclaim a bit of her life.
She winds up getting a lot more than she bargained for when she meets the two attractive women who run the place and decided they want a piece of her life as well.Bookmarked by trollbot8
24 Mar 2026
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“Don’t touch those, Rumi.”
Celine didn’t look away from the onions she was chopping.
Rumi froze, her hand wrapped around her upper arm. She jerked her hand away like she was about to put her hand down on top of a snake she hadn’t seen. “Why?”
Why’s and how’s drove Rumi’s world. If she understood the function of each gear, she’d know what the machine was supposed to look like when it came together.
“Because,” Celine responded, tone clipped. Her jaw was working, something Rumi had recently discovered to mean that she was angry. “Because it’s wrong. You’re not even supposed to have those.”
Rumi tugged the sleeve of her shirt down further. “Oh.”
A foundational gear of how the world worked was cataloged in her mind.
Don’t touch your patterns, they’re dirty.
Or, Rumi is incredibly repressed because of the shame she feels about her patterns.
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23 Mar 2026
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“You are not fooling us.” Mira states, coldly.
“Where’s Rumi, demon?” Zoey hisses maliciously.
“What!? Zoey, Mira, it’s me!”
Zoey smiles sweetly, it makes Rumi feel queasy.
She takes a step back, hands raised, doubt clouding her mind. What the hell? Her girls are behaving as if they saw her patterns, but… she made sure they were not visible?
“Zoey, look, we call Celine, she can confirm-”
“No need! Come on. We believe you.” Zoey cheerfully says, still smiling, her left hand open towards her leader. “Rumi, everything’s OK. We were just thrown off by your ruined costume.”
“However…”, Zoey uses her left index finger to point down, “…your patterns are visible on your tummy.”
Horrified, Rumi looks down on her midriff, and lo and behold, three centimeters of jagged purple lines are visible on her skin!
“Bingo! How fun!” Zoey exclaims, her distraction working.
Rumi feels a hit on her left shoulder, something like a solid punch, not painful but it throws her off to the side making her stumble. She watches in fascinated disbelief the rear portion of a Shin-kal buried in her shoulder, with its gold filigree tassel gently swaying, blood darkening the fabric around the hilt.Bookmarked by trollbot8
22 Mar 2026
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Rumi runs away after remaking the Honmoon, Mira and Zoey are desperate to get their friend back, and underestimate just how far the woman can get in just a few hours.
Story updates every Thursday.
PLEASE READ- Please do not ask for commissions for art. My answer is, and always will be, no. If anyone wants to create art for this story, feel free, but I cannot pay you. All art is welcome and supported wholeheartedly, and if you want to share it with me, feel free, but I can't pay, as I said, comments asking to draw art for commissions will be deleted.
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20 Mar 2026
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“You two are the new sets of hands?” Her eyebrows practically disappeared into her hairline as the girls stopped a few feet away, still on the crunching gravel.
The taller girl spoke first, her voice steady. “Yes ma’am. My name’s Mira. Happy to help wherever you need me.” She tipped her hat slightly, a gesture of respect she’d learned long ago. She could practically feel the younger girl vibrating with nervous energy next to her.
“Yes, hi! I’m Zoey,” the smaller one chirped, her hands clasping together in front of her. A wide, earnest smile stretched across her face. “I promise I won’t let ya down, ma’am.” Mira fought the urge to roll her eyes, a familiar groan tightening in her chest.
The older woman on the porch let out a long, slow breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, I sure hope Bobby knew what he was doin’ hiring you two. I’m Celine. Welcome to Golden Star Ranch.”
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Or Mira and Zoey are hired to help out at Golden Star Ranch, little do they know a certain purple haired barrel racer is going to make that job a whole lot harder.Bookmarked by trollbot8
18 Mar 2026