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Fae!Whitley Drabble
The invitation
“Take my hand,” the fae, (Whitley, he told her, in a quiet hushed whisper against her ear) said. He held out a pale, slender hand towards Penny. He seemed utterly warm in the cold around them, wearing fine silks and a chiffon scarf despite the biting chill of the wind and the wetness of the ground which didn’t muddy his shining boots.
“Sorry but I have to go to back to my Papa,” Penny says, pointing back to the small cottage, always littered with gears and blueprints, on the edge of a simple, provincial town.
Whitley takes a single step forwards but it sends him gliding through the air, hovering to a stop in front of her. “It will only be for a while, Penny,” Whitley promises.
And Penny hesitates, her hand coming up to her chest, and almost, almost, reaching out.
Penny was an inventor’s daughter, a daughter raised on rule and fact. And Whitley was a fae, a strange creature she found tangled in a stranger trap, a creature born of magic and nature and all things unexplainable.
The sheer impossibility of Whitley made Penny’s gear turn in confusion. Instead of denial and suspicion, wonder and curiosity filled her. She wanted to know why, how. Whitley told her all manners of things, like the bone of his cutlery, the stories of his ancestors in a song and dance or the magic that ran through his veins, for a price, which Penny paid with tales of her own life.
Their friendship should have been an impossible one. But here they were.
Penny’s hands close around Whitley’s finger delicately, fixing her eyes on his bright, blue eyes.
“I have to be back before dark,” Penny says. “I need to make Papa’s dinner.”
“Of course,” Whitley replies, still holding her hand and leading Penny away.
Guess who just overthrew their dad and became king of the Winter Fairy Court?
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Drew @squadrongal‘s BM child OC, Mary Schnee. She’s Whitley’s widdle princess.
unreleased and undone BM’s
Trick or treat!
lil something i did for halloween! a buddy of mine suggested doctor!penny and nurse!whitley for halloween. also, there’s been a drought for these two.
Why Broken Machines is Going to Be Canon
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Oh, come on, did you really this was EVER going to be canon?
Boyfriend
Ruby and Penny are taking a fun walk in Mantle when suddenly ...
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To all the haters out there, Whitley says you’re just jealous you’re not a Robot Waifu Magnet.
Rosegarden vs Broken Machines
Look at these plebeians. We all know who best girl is.
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Nier AU where Penny is a YoRha android and Whitley is a old magical being from Midgard that doesn’t want to die
This is going to end horribly
City Ruins
I tried. But have some Broken Machines Nier AU. Penny is a YoRha android and Whitley is an old god from Midgar.
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Part of an art trade i’m doing. just impatient and released the lines early. plus i haven’t posted in a while ahahahahaha .....
As always, i’m open for commissions and you can pm me through tumblr.
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Some cute times with Marie Schnee, Penny and Whitley’s adopted daughter. She has a stuffed toy called Swee but she’s probably trying to say squeak
Glass Blades
For Fukuro on the Broken Machines server. Please do not repost without permission. This is part of the Thief Whitley/Midnight AU in which Whitley is the Schnee Heir by the day, and rebellious masked gentleman thief by night.
“Hold it right there, Midnight!”
If the android had not made herself known, then Midnight would have never anticipated flurry of swords coming for him. He wonders if Penny knew that too. One small gravity glyph under the soles of his boots and Midnight was flying through the air. He couldn’t stick the landing though, stumbling on his feet when he landed on the next rooftop. Nevertheless, he recovered, giving his chaser a sweeping bow.
One may call their predicament romantic, the two of them alone and on the Atlesian rooftops in the dark of the night, with nothing but the moon and perhaps a few cameras watching them. Penny floated, almost angelically, robot boots roaring and swords circling around her like a gentle breeze.
“Ah, Mademoiselle Penny, what a pleasure to meet you on these rooftops again,” Midnight says. “How have you been?”
“I have been performing optimally but I require you to return the items you have stolen and to turn yourself in to the authorities,” Penny replied amicably.
“Me!” Midnight gasped dramatically. “Turn myself in to the authorities? Why, I would languish in prison! And if I were to be sentenced to work at the mines, I’d be dead before dawn!”
“On the contrary, your physical performance during your robberies have shown you are able to survive those conditions.”
A pause. “Penny, darling, I was being dramatic.”
Penny blinked, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “Oh.”
“But I will admit that incarceration is not a good look on me.” Midnight pretended to be looking at his nails, despite the fact that he was wearing gloves. “I don’t look good in orange.”
“I think you look pretty in any colour.”
And that -- that right there -- was why Midnight adored the little android. She never lied. She was incapable of lying. Every word out of her mouth was the truth. And in a city of liars, cheaters, gamblers and the filthy rich, it was a welcome change.
“Oh, Penny! You flatter me! And for that--” Midnight slung the sack off his back “--I give these gifts.”
Penny squinted at him suspiciously. “What kind of gifts? Is this another smoke bomb?”
“That was one time--”
“My optical sensors got damaged due to the smoke’s toxicity--”
“To be fair, you made me fall of a building that night--”
“Oh, is your side alright?”
“I recovered. Thank you for asking. Anyway--” Midnight pulled his steal of the night from the gaudy cloth holding the goods “--your gift, Madam.” He added a wink for good measure.
Penny came, zooming over. She closely inspected the items in Midnight’s hold, pupils narrowing in like the lens of a camera. They were a pair of fine swords that the Marigolds proudly displayed at their foyer. Expertly crafted, sparkling, utterly captivating to look at. They were blue in their dormant, and transparent enough to see Midnight’s fingers holding the flat of the blades, but if you were to load dust into them, they’d come alive with vibrant storm of hues.
“It’s a pity they were left to collect dust on somebody’s wall,” Midnight said, “but I think you’d breathe be able new life into them.”
Penny gasped, marvelling at the beauty of the swords. Her eyes twinkled like the glimmer of the swords. But then she closed her mouth. “But they’re not mine. I have to return them.”
“You know, you could live by my philosophy,” Midnight said, inching closer to the girl. “You take what you want …”
Midnight leaned in, watching Penny melt, as her breath left her, the girl closing her eyes and leaning in to--
Click!
--slap the handcuffs around his wrists.
Oh.
Oh, Midnight messed up.
“Then I shall have to turn you in, Mr Midnight! You are under arrest!”
“Sneaky,” Midnight remarked, partly in shock. “But you’ll never take me alive!”
Midnight turned away, hoping to the Brothers that the fire glyph on the handcuffs wouldn’t burn him alive. As expected, Penny gave chase after him. The two of them ran off into the night, leaving her chase to be well documented by curious bystanders capturing most of the event on their scrolls.
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“Master Whitley, it’s time to wake up.” Klein’s voice made Whitley want to retreat even further into his blankets, hiding from the sun that the blasted butler let in through the curtains.
“Five more minutes, Klein …” Whitley whined.
“I’m afraid I can’t. Your father has invited another work associate over for brunch at the manor.”
Whitley groaned. Right. The business deal with Kobalts. Whitley reluctantly lifted his head from the blanket. He didn’t even want to look at himself in the mirror. He knew he’d be treated to the sight of messy hair, dark bags under his eyes, cracked lips and, ugh, dry skin.
“It would appear that Midnight has once again graced Atlas’ front page,” Klein casually mentions, opening up the newsfeed at Whitley’s H.U.B. at his beside. Holographic slides showed up, displaying blue tinted pictures of Midnight’s dashing escape on the Atlesian rooftops from Mantle’s Protector and bold headlines of ‘MIDNIGHT STRIKES’.
Whitley smirks, holding the pillow close to his head. “Hmmm, what’s this?” Whitley skimmed through the article, using his finger to scroll down the contents, and sighed.
“What’s the matter, Master Whitley?”
“She returned the swords. Pity. They would have looked dazzling in her arsenal.”
Do you by any chance do headcannons? If not, that’s fine, but if you do, can you PLEASE give us info on Marie Schnee and her parents?The artwork with the stuffed toy was enough to make me fall in love with this child!
Well, since you asked so nicely .... Marie Schnee is co-owned by both me and @squadrongal. Squadrongal is the real brains behind the character of Marie so please go check her out :3
Without further ado, we present to you the
Marie Schnee Backstory and Head Canons
Marie Schnee is adopted by Penny and Whitley as a baby from an orphanage. She wasn’t held by any of the nurses or anybody at the orphanage so to avoid her imprinting on anybody until ppl came to adopt her. Whitley was very reluctant to be adopting a child, due to his own feelings with his home life but gave in to his wife’s, Penny’s, wishes who wanted a family of her own. Penny is a robot so obviously she can’t naturally bear children. Whitley wanted to get a ten-year-old but after getting lost at the orphanage, finding himself in the baby nursery and falling in love with Marie at first sight, Whitley was all for taking a baby home.
Penny has to be the strict parent because. Whitley. Keeps. Spoiling. Marie!
Penny: Whitley, you don’t need to buy an entire Atlesian armada for Marie!Whitley: Sdabkdojnvsdf! What if she gets lonely and needs protection?!
Not to mention, with Whitley as a parent, Marie is always styling bc her daddy picks out her clothes. Marie is one very fashionable babey. The finest silks, the most sparkling of jewels, the voguest of fashions! Marie is treated like a princess.
Marie likes pastel colours, fairies and stuff she can cuddle and fall asleep on. Whitley also likes to hug Marie and kiss her horns. Marie is the apple of his eye, the light of his life, next to Penny.
Marie likes tea parties as well and has a million stuffed toys. But her favourite is the sheep toy she’s in the comic with. Marie calls it Swee but Penny and Whitley think she’s trying to say ‘Squeak’.
Obviously, Marie wuvs her mommy and daddy vewwy much. She constantly wants to be held, even if her parents’ arms fall asleep. More than once, Whitley has had to give presentations with Marie holding onto her daddy, while hiding her face in his shoulder bc she shy. If Penny and Whitley put her down, she will cry and reach out for them.
She likes magical girl shows. But not anything like Madoka Magica, or anything depressing. She’s more into stuff like Sailor Moon, Winx and Totally Spies. Animal movies are a plus for her as well bc she loves animals. And Marie has a collection of Remnant’s version of Barbie movies.
Marie is very sheltered and has a sky, timid disposition. She aspires to be like her confident and outgoing mother but is let down by her own anxiety around people. Marie does eventually go to Beacon in an effort to come out of her shell. She’s on a team with Rosanna Pine (another of Squad’s OC and RG child), Sterling (Another Squad OC), and Agni (last name yet to be made) who is her partner.
Marie is, ultimately, a kind girl but can also get taken advantage of due to her being gullible. But thankfully, she has good friends who love her and parents who will murder you in your sleep if you so much as hurt their little lamb.
A Happy Valentines Day from Broken Machines!
Babey Overlords Concept Art for Penny Polendina and Whitley Schnee
Whitley switched places with Winter so now he’s the youngest specialist in Atlesian history at the tender age of sixteen. Penny however is in the same place as she is in canon, except she’s emotionless and does not compute feelings ... until later.
Let’s just say the relationship between Whitley and Penny are like this ...
