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Hey uh... Jet? Your uh... one of your dad's is missing.

Jet just freezes, stare tense. Almost cold, which looks incredibly off on the bombhead, given his general expressions are cheerful. One of his dads is what.

"... Which dad."

He had a feeling he knew which one. The one who tended to get into trouble the most.

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It grinned and, with a buzzing static noise, the colors and shapes littering the walls crept inwards just a bit, sitting slightly out of view of their prey. As he crept forwards the colors did as well, and with a leap he was on top of the human, biting into their neck and cutting off their scream before it could start. The human gurgled, their eyes slipping closed, and he turned back to Jet and grinned. “Hunting!!” Having fun with friend!! “Smell another over there, friend want kill?” Was friend’s turn! Couldn’t wait to see how good friend was at hunt!!

Jet watched the other's hunting method, giggling at the nice shapes and colors. His mouth salivating more at the delicious smell of fresh blood. Yes, yes he did!! The large bombheads nodded eagerly, pose ready to run. In the blink of an eye, he's off, giggling maniacally. The human doesn't really have a chance to run from how quick he is, Jet's entire body weight falling onto them, pinning them against the ground. Due to the way he just threw himself onto the poor, unfortunate soul, he knocked the air clean out of their lungs, the scream they'd have let out reduced to a weak gasp. Before they have the chance to try again, Jet's teeth are digging into his victim's neck, ripping it out. He rumbles as he feels the blood hit his tongue, looking pretty pleased with himself.

There was a scream from nearby, and the noise of flesh being torn as it cut off. Something was obviously having a good time… - @ballistic-alley-bros

The bombhead blinked, tongue lolling out of its mouth. Fresh blood... Maybe could hunt together? The other seemed like a competent hunter. With that thought in mind, Jet got down on all fours, starting to sprint towards the source of the decadent smell.

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(*thumbs up of understanding- Fam shall now be held gentol like hamburgor* No problemo- and ah, alright! I can kind of feel you there lmao, it is probably a bit more organized there asides of ppl not being able to be an Anon- asides of the whole bots stuff ngl. But Yee- things been doing well, lately not knowing what to do but regardless that, well- Also kk! If it helps and if you want, I could send you my dc now and accept when I’m there? That way, we might be able to Rp and possibly talk more)

[ Honestly it's more like because life is. Hectic. And it's easier for me, at least, to just. Plan out roleplays through Discord DMs. Though I do like Tumblr too which is why I'm trying to return to it. And sure! I don't mind. ]

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(O- That’s understandable ngl, glad we can still see you again whenever you can be here, though! It’s relieving and hyper in a way-? to see you again :] Take your time and don’t rush yourself. As a reminder: You are loved and cared for, there’s always someone who is willing to be your crying shoulder and give you a helping hand when needed /g /lh *She is, doing Temmie-like vibrations and purring-*)

(Also, Fam- I will try to answer old Rp threads later today hopefully, and possibly send you one or more Rp Starters here and/or in your other blogs for someday òmò)

[ Aww, thanks! Trying to get back into the groove of RPing somewhere that isn't Discord, honestly. Which is proving to be. Well, pretty fucking difficult lmao. I'm glad you're doing well though! And alright, I'll keep on the lookout for those. ]

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(Aaa- Welcome back, Fam! And late happy new years! ^^ *Fam shall be picked up and hugged- now spamming pats-*)

[ Happy new year's! Been honestly just. Lifing, to be honest. Too busy to roleplay consistently. ]

[ Giving you hugs and pats back though ^^ ]

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Not an ask but I wanted to draw fan art of Jet so bad, so here's the fucked up dog!!

Sorry if It's inaccurate It was mostly up to interpretation :(

[ Why are you apologizing this is singlehandedly the best thing I have ever had sent to my inbox- ]

[ I absolutely love how you drew how utterly horrifying he is. You could've just taken my heart man that'd have been less fucking awesome- ]

[ But, seriously. Love the art. Love it so much. Thanks for sharing, really. ]

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⟩›⟩›⟩ Where in the name of the Witches had Licorice Cookie found himself? The air was thick, causing him to break into coughing fits multiple times. The structures around him were also quite alarming. Even the roads were made out of the strongest materials he had ever seen.

⟩›⟩›⟩ The worst part? Witches were everywhere. Hundreds— no, thousands of them! Swarming the place like giants, humungous legs threatening to crush him with every step. He had just barely been able to scramble into an alleyway, thankfully unseen.

⟩›⟩›⟩ Or so he thought.

⟨‹ @lxcorixemxge ›⟩

Really, the cookie's scent hadn't been what had given him away. It was more the fact that Jet, surprisingly enough, did not appreciate the common vermin stumbling upon his home, so as soon as he heard the pitter patter of small feet, he was on guard.

The bombhead got down on all fours, being hit with the smell of... Cookies? Something else, too, but he didn't quite recognize it. Bitter, but not like poison smelled. It actually smelled edible, for one. Sufficiently intrigued, the bombhead looked around, curious.

"... Who's there?"

Even with his large stature, it'd be hard to spot him with the lack of light, nevermind the fact he was pretty close to the ground. At least, that'd be the case for anyone that wasn't a sentient cookie, and thus small.

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Spare him? Weird. He was usually being the one asked for such a thing, for mercy. The bombhead doubted that this would be another case like Hatter's, this didn't feel him with the same animalistic urge to run away and hide. No, this felt... Mild. Smelled dangerous, obviously, but in the same way a hunting partner would. An apex predator in their own right, one that would certainly take him a real fight to bring down if came to, but not necessarily an enemy, either.

Jet found no reason to keep hiding, simply standing up straight and walking in their direction, easily spottable now. His head was tilted, reminiscent of a curious child. Smelled like some anomalies he'd met before, but not quite like them at the same time. Odd.

Jet smells a heavy layer of smoke, meaning the smell the demon before Envy is in view. The scent is a bit overwhelming before it goes away suddenly, a new scent is placed instead, fresh blood. @envioushyacinths

Jet blinked at the sudden strong smell, and did so again at the very appetizing scent of blood. A potential hunting buddy, maybe? As far as he knew, humans never smelled that much like smoke. Even they found large quantities of it unpleasant. With that thought in mind, the feral bombhead started to make his way towards the smell of blood, pupils narrowing into slits.

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The bombhead grinned, sprinting off after the other almost immediately after he'd started to run. Food!! He smelt the enticing scent of human flesh not long after the other, just as feral bombhead, mouth already watering with the thought of how good it'd taste. Jet nodded excitedly at his friend's words, turning back to the source of the smell. He couldn't wait.

There was a scream from nearby, and the noise of flesh being torn as it cut off. Something was obviously having a good time… - @ballistic-alley-bros

The bombhead blinked, tongue lolling out of its mouth. Fresh blood... Maybe could hunt together? The other seemed like a competent hunter. With that thought in mind, Jet got down on all fours, starting to sprint towards the source of the decadent smell.

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Cirrus simply nodded at the obvious information. All it took was one person- Err, dragon, being in the wrong location at the wrong time and sticking their nose where it didn't belong for a good thing to go bad. In this case, such being their plan going as they planned it. The only way to properly account for any potential snoopers was what Mango had just suggested.

"Of course."

It was a little difficult to figure out how to hand the small notes to the much larger being, but he managed just fine.

"I'm assuming you have yours, too?"

For now, he'd have to bear the hassle that was the translator, but he could teach himself a new language just fine. A hobby to pass the time.

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Well, this was certainly not where he was expecting to end up today, but Updike could make do. Everything looked rather new, after all, and if there was anything in this world he loved, it was that. Discovery. Perhaps these new things could help him solve the conundrum that was Jet once and for all, though he highly doubted that, seeing as he had yet to encounter any intelligent beings. Rather primitive humans, and that was defining humans loosely. Despite his best efforts, the thing he found to be most interesting were the dragons flying overhead. So many of them, so little information. True, he had no idea where he was, but he'd be sure to find out soon if he followed one of the creatures. That was the thought that pushed him to follow an orange scaled dragon, the pursuit of knowledge, thirst for it, even. He just hoped he wasn't found, things would get rather hairy if these dragons were anything like the ones in fables, and he'd rather keep himself alive.

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((Bestie these two will commit warcrimes <3

Mango had noticed the small creature following him for a while now, but hadn’t felt a need to confront it yet. It was either stupid or extremely overconfident (Read: even more stupid) and it wasn’t exactly a threat. He stilled for a moment as it got a bit closer.

He suddenly whipped around, pouncing on it. He observed the thing trapped in his claws like one would observe a particularly shiny beetle. “A scavenger? But this one is quite odd… almost reminds me of the one I made. It hasn’t been long enough for it to reproduce, and besides, I don’t think it could anymore, not with regular scavengers at least.” They spoke their thoughts aloud, musing over the implications of this being. They wouldn’t be able to understand him, as he wasn’t speaking scavenger or using a relic, so it wasn’t exactly a risk to do so.

After a moment or two he took out a ring from his bag and slipped it on. It was a shiny bronze and had a diamond shaped, forest green gem imbedded in it. “:Hello there. What might you be doing following a dragon around? It’s not exactly the safest thing to do you know.:” The ring allowed any sapient creature to understand him, no matter what language he spoke. It was quite the useful relic, especially when he needed to gather information about scavengers that he wouldn’t be able to otherwise. “:Don’t worry, I won’t eat you. I don’t enjoy the taste of scavenger. Besides, it just isn’t worth it to eat a species that can hold a grudge.:” He didn’t eat corvids either, those little birds could be quite annoying if you made a habit of consuming their kind.

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How long? That was a good question. The bombhead didn't care much to count time the way humans did, or even other anomalies. As long as the sun kept rising and falling, he was fine. So, if he had to put it into words...

"A long while! A very long while. Decorated it all by Jetself!"

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Oh my. that was... quite the massive creature. Typically, Bumblebee wasn't frightened or offput by mere appearances... But she wasn't exactly expecting to come across the comparatively gigantic bombhead. They weren't going to judge the other for something they had no control over, but they couldn't help being a little intimidated. Bee hoped they weren't intruding on what they assumed to be the Bombhead's territory.

" Uh ... H - hey there , big guy ! Sorry if I'm intruding on anything . I'm a little lost , to say the least . "

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Oh, food. Well, he didn't mind waiting outside for a while. There was a perfectly good park bench right there, after all. Cirrus sat down on it, taking a second to just relax.

Updike was just headed home, wanting to relax. What he hadn’t noticed was that the stress of the day had caused a little bit of black goo to drool from his mouth.

Once he noticed, he wiped it from his mouth, hoping no one noticed.

But then he saw another cloud person looking at him. Oh. Oh no. They had noticed...

He continued walking, hoping that the person hadn’t thought much of it. Most people thought nothing of it, which was good for him.

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Mm, interesting. Cirrus knew well enough his kind didn’t do that, didn’t usually have anything anomalous about them other than their fluff. Sure, it could have been nothing, but since when had anyone found out anything by shrugging observations off as a trick of the light? So, he started to follow the other cloud person, slowly as to not give himself away so quickly.

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Jet smells a heavy layer of smoke, meaning the smell the demon before Envy is in view. The scent is a bit overwhelming before it goes away suddenly, a new scent is placed instead, fresh blood. @envioushyacinths

Jet blinked at the sudden strong smell, and did so again at the very appetizing scent of blood. A potential hunting buddy, maybe? As far as he knew, humans never smelled that much like smoke. Even they found large quantities of it unpleasant. With that thought in mind, the feral bombhead started to make his way towards the smell of blood, pupils narrowing into slits.

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"Yes! Yes!!"

He was already looking forward to some fresh meat, to the sweet, metal taste of blood filling his mouth entirely. Besides, hunting with a buddy would just make it taste that much better.

There was a scream from nearby, and the noise of flesh being torn as it cut off. Something was obviously having a good time… - @ballistic-alley-bros

The bombhead blinked, tongue lolling out of its mouth. Fresh blood... Maybe could hunt together? The other seemed like a competent hunter. With that thought in mind, Jet got down on all fours, starting to sprint towards the source of the decadent smell.

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Once they were in the lab, Cirrus looked over his notes. Obviously, larger sizes made a bigger explosion, but it was also noticeably less controlled, the blast radius somewhat skewed. Important to keep in mind, and it might mean it'd be better to use smaller specimens so as to not lose control of the blast. Still, testing with larger specimens wasn't something he was against. The more information, the better. "Mm, of course. Accounting for the results of every size is a must."

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Well, this was certainly not where he was expecting to end up today, but Updike could make do. Everything looked rather new, after all, and if there was anything in this world he loved, it was that. Discovery. Perhaps these new things could help him solve the conundrum that was Jet once and for all, though he highly doubted that, seeing as he had yet to encounter any intelligent beings. Rather primitive humans, and that was defining humans loosely. Despite his best efforts, the thing he found to be most interesting were the dragons flying overhead. So many of them, so little information. True, he had no idea where he was, but he'd be sure to find out soon if he followed one of the creatures. That was the thought that pushed him to follow an orange scaled dragon, the pursuit of knowledge, thirst for it, even. He just hoped he wasn't found, things would get rather hairy if these dragons were anything like the ones in fables, and he'd rather keep himself alive.

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((Bestie these two will commit warcrimes <3

Mango had noticed the small creature following him for a while now, but hadn’t felt a need to confront it yet. It was either stupid or extremely overconfident (Read: even more stupid) and it wasn’t exactly a threat. He stilled for a moment as it got a bit closer.

He suddenly whipped around, pouncing on it. He observed the thing trapped in his claws like one would observe a particularly shiny beetle. “A scavenger? But this one is quite odd… almost reminds me of the one I made. It hasn’t been long enough for it to reproduce, and besides, I don’t think it could anymore, not with regular scavengers at least.” They spoke their thoughts aloud, musing over the implications of this being. They wouldn’t be able to understand him, as he wasn’t speaking scavenger or using a relic, so it wasn’t exactly a risk to do so.

After a moment or two he took out a ring from his bag and slipped it on. It was a shiny bronze and had a diamond shaped, forest green gem imbedded in it. “:Hello there. What might you be doing following a dragon around? It’s not exactly the safest thing to do you know.:” The ring allowed any sapient creature to understand him, no matter what language he spoke. It was quite the useful relic, especially when he needed to gather information about scavengers that he wouldn’t be able to otherwise. “:Don’t worry, I won’t eat you. I don’t enjoy the taste of scavenger. Besides, it just isn’t worth it to eat a species that can hold a grudge.:” He didn’t eat corvids either, those little birds could be quite annoying if you made a habit of consuming their kind.

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Cirrus didn't notice the spikes, although he did see a bit of the fabric moving. Interesting. Slowly, they were starting to go to a less secluded part of town, and he knew that.

Updike was just headed home, wanting to relax. What he hadn’t noticed was that the stress of the day had caused a little bit of black goo to drool from his mouth.

Once he noticed, he wiped it from his mouth, hoping no one noticed.

But then he saw another cloud person looking at him. Oh. Oh no. They had noticed...

He continued walking, hoping that the person hadn’t thought much of it. Most people thought nothing of it, which was good for him.

-@clouded-disguise

Mm, interesting. Cirrus knew well enough his kind didn’t do that, didn’t usually have anything anomalous about them other than their fluff. Sure, it could have been nothing, but since when had anyone found out anything by shrugging observations off as a trick of the light? So, he started to follow the other cloud person, slowly as to not give himself away so quickly.

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And he didn't, satisfied with the fact that the other anomaly was no longer intruding in his territory.

(Continuation of this: https://exploding-jet.tumblr.com/post/682518284664438784/)

Sparks ran all over his body for a moment. His own intimidation tactic. He didn’t want to fight Jet. He was just scared.

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