#Event; Blog Takeover

[selfship-help]

pre summer f/o & s/i takeover !

to celebrate the summer selfship surprise event that's right around the corner, we're hosting a mini takeover for both f/os and s/is - where you can have them 'take over' your blog for a little bit! :)

the event will take place between may 28 (today!) and may 31! of course you're free to do anything you'd like, if you'd like to participate for shorter, if you wanna do it for as long as you'd like, etc - the dates are just for the mods to keep up w/ it!

if you're participating, we highly recommend rbing this post & maybe even making a post about it yourself so we can rb it! :) either way we'll do our best to keep up with everyone! we also plan to post fun ask games for you to use during the takeover!

we hope everybody has fun! <3 proship & variants plz dni!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Seems we have Time on our Hands.

🐦‍⬛ Yup, I'm throwing another cat at you, Miss Raven. Deal with it. 📚

Above All, Self Control.

"Ms. Crowley, might I have a word with you? It will take but a moment of your time.”

Raven froze at her desk. the books she had been shuffling almost slipping from her grasp. She found her Magic History professor’s gaze, a piercing grey, on her. He stroked the fat cat cradled in his arms with one hand—and that, paired with the stern composition of his face, and the time that had carved folds into it, made him appear like a comedically evil villain from a spy film.

Raven gulped. “Yes.”

"Uh-oh," a mob student snickered in passing. "Looks like the teacher's pet is getting busted."

She shot them a glare as they ducked out of the classroom, followed by a stream of other students. Most of them were no friends to her—she didn’t know expect them to look back, to wait on her. The door unceremoniously slammed shut after the last boy had left, as if condemning her to solitude with the warden thar kept them jailed in lecture.

She stood and made her way over to Trein’s desk, but stopped several paces from it. Raven carefully eyed the feline comfortably sat in her instructor’s arms.

She had seen the cat videos online. From this distance… he shouldn’t be able to pounce on me.

Trein cleared his throat. "Would you care to come closer? I do not wish to raise my voice.”

“S-Sorry, Professor Trein,” she stuttered. “I don’t think I can.”

The older man sighed. “This is what I wanted to discuss. I have noticed this since the beginning of the school year.” He indicated the large gap of space between him and her. “Is there a reason for it? And if so, how may I correct it? The last thing I would want is for my students dread my presence.“

“Eh?!” Raven flushed with shame. Her eyes darted from Trein to Lucius. “I-It’s not you, sir. It’s… well, um… b-being a bird and all, there are certain instincts that are difficult to override… and cats being the natural predator to birds is..."

“I understand. Dear me, it sounds as though my Lucius is making you feel this way.”

“Mrrow? Meow meow meow..” ("Who, me? I wouldn't hurt a fly.") Lucius tilted his head up at his name, ears twitching. Raven jolted back, as if struck by a slap. His contractor kept a firm hand on Lucius’s back, pinning him in place.

“This is quite the conundrum,” Trein mused. “I worry this could impede your studies. More importantly, I would never wish to bring distress or discomfort to those under my instruction. Then there is a personal concern."

"What would that be, sir?"

"You won't be able to fully appreciate Lucius's appeal." This, Trein stated with a face so straight, a tone so serious, it threw Raven off guard. "This won't do. It must be corrected at once for the sake of your academic success."

"C-Corrected?! And just how do you intend to achieve such a thing, Professor...?" Her stomach tightened into a hard knot.

"Exposure therapy. Have you heard of it?" Trein held Lucius up, fingers tucked under his familiar's front legs, exposing his furry belly and swaying tail. Lucius blinked lazily at Raven. "We will start small and take gradual steps to have you become more accustomed to the presence of cats. I will consider it a milestone if we are able to reach the point at which Lucius can sit in your lap and you can pet him without feeling apprehensive."

"Huh?! L-Lucius-san... in my lap?! Me, petting him?!" Raven paled on the spot. "I-I do admit that it would be best if I learned to overcome this, but... Don't you think it's asking too much of me to... touch Lucius-san in such an intimate way? Wh-What if he bites or scratches me?!"

“Myyyeow!! Meow mrow…!” (“I take offense to that. I’m not a savage…!”)

"He won't, I guarantee it. My Lucius is a very good, very well-behaved boy--and, moreover, he's excellent with children." Trein smiled fondly. "Aren't you, Lucius? You'll help Ms. Crowley, won't you?"

"Mrrowwww." ("I'm not opposed to getting more head pats.")

"There, you see? Lucius is willing to do all that he can to assist you. If you still have your doubts, I will of course be present to supervise and assuage your worries. The sooner we nip this in the bud, the better--lest it snowball into bigger issues down the road."

"Nngh..."

I can't argue with him here... He's completely right! If I don't face this now, then when will I? I'll only keep putting it off, letting that fear fester. I should stop making excuses and take the plunge while this opportunity is still avaliable!

Raven took a deep breath. "... I see the value in these teachings. Very well, I'll be under your tutelage for the time being.”

"That's the spirit. I think I speak for Lucius too when I say we look forward to working with you, Ms. Crowley."

Lucius produced a low purr, sounding like the gentle rumble of an engine starting. Raven flinched, but managed to keep from backing further away.

“I look forward to working with you too…! Please be kind to me, Professor Trein and Lucius-san!"

“Meow mrow.” (“I’ll be as nice as I feel like being, kid.”)

[nerdyboiyeet]

"Sometimes me and Three will look around assimilated planets for anything nice, but there's not usually a ton."

"We don't really stay at assimilated planets or colonies for very long, just enough to make sure everything is working right, and whoever is in charge isn't incompetent."

"Conquered planets are typically our favorite when it comes to missions, it certainly makes the conquest more exciting."

[ask-nurse-curly]

Something I can’t help thinking about.

The damage I have suffered from hypoxia — I am not that well-versed in neurology, but my doctor told me that there is a possibility that it would not be as drastic as it ended up being, and that the…that its final degree is conducive to a scenario where my brain has already taken similar damage before.

Which could include things like hypoxia, haemorrhage, or— poisoning.

I think I would remember if I had a run-in with a rope before, and all the scans I’ve done here showed no blood where it shouldn’t be.

…I wasn’t wrong, was I. I was so certain that we were one bottle of isopropyl short, but Jimmy kept brushing it off until I let it go.

[benevolentindigo]

"Hello, online folks :)"

"I had decided to take a short visit to Fear's forest and look at what I have found! A little... Broken up but perfect!!!"

"I think this belonged to them but oh well... Finders keepers!"

[pinkyhaert]

" Now that we are in control- you may do as you please. We'll answer questions and interact with whomever approaches us. Though- our responses may not be ideal to certain individuals. After all- We ARE villians. Don't expect too much from us."

"Now then.. let's get started."

----

VILLIAN TAKEOVER

Pinky's Participating blogs:

@pinkyhaert - main Hub/Diomed

@quincysmansiondaily - Sigmund & Fear Civet

@bots-basket - Tobias

@fnafsb-truecolorsau - Todd

@tadcrodeoau - Tadc au Cast but everyone is distressed ft. Zooble

@ask-the-guardian-core - Fifi + The Guardian Cores trying to fix everything

[chemighoul]

How do you feel about non-human members of the ‘rogues gallery’? Ghosts, like the Gentleman Ghost, or animals, like Man-Bat or Croc (and I’ve heard rumors about Firefly).

What about the Floronic Man? Swamp Thing?

I’m not sure what part of ‘meat is meat’ confuses you, but I do not especially care how animalistic the capitalistic polluters are, mulch is their only penance. Especially the pyromaniac’s.

As for the Ghost, I can’t say I’m enthusiastic about his continued perpetuation of Gaia’s massacre through his postmortem indulgences; but I’m uncertain how to… stop. Him. … Yet.

Those last two I’ve never heard of, isn’t the swamp thing from one of the old black and white horror movies? Suffice to say; I don’t care.

The repetitive nature of your inquiries is getting irksome. It’s time to acknowledge Crane’s frantic texts, I think.

[ask-captain-anya]

Yo, mom!

Its me, Daisuke! Pls don't think this number is a scammer, I yoinked my cap's phone! She has service out here, isn't that crazy??

Well anyways I'm sure I would have service but I lost my phone, which is totally why I am borrowing my cap's

I just wanted to say I missed you and dad

I'm having a lot of fun up here, but it is definitely kicking my ass lmao

xoxo Daisuke! Hopefully I can text you back before cap wakes up!

[ask-shane]

Would you ever consider dating Marlon? I think there are some feelings on his side.

well... i did have a little something going on with a little someone else, but i think i'll put that in the past starting today. that was then and this is now.

who needs lewis anyway?

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

The wolf looked rather unamused about the predicament about being tied up with the metallic hedgehog. infact, dare say Crescent was bored at his potentially dangerous predicament.. though he does eventually end up speaking up.

' ' you realize I've got teeth and claws right? actually, I'll just show you. ' ' The wolf begins to chew on the rope with his sharp canines- atleast for himself. it doesnt take long before Crescent finds himself out of his binds and standing. though he does need to duck as to not hit his head on the top of the blimp. shockingly.. he even stands taller than the albatross.

' ' So.. your deal is selling or pawning off Metal? well I'll admit, im surprised you birdbrains got your feathery fingers on him without him decimating each one of you but I suppose that blame is to be put towards the doctor. ' ' Crescent rolls his shoulders, a soft pop and cracking some from his bones could be heard before he looks towards the babylon rogues again.

' ' why even bother with any of this? you've got a blimp. why waste so much energy and time trying to pawn off eggman's junk when chaos relics would go for millions more, hm? or maybe there's something in the gaia temples you lot could find for a history nerd willing to spend their entire life savings on.. plus, who do you expect is gonna buy metal from you? ' ' The Wolf tilts his head. ' ' and who's to say Metal wont kill the one who buys him? ' '

The birds are seemingly distracted for a moment, talking about incoming bids for the tech and robot, but waves attention is caught by the wolves voice and his easy breakout from the ropes. She lets out a surprised and intimidated sqauwk at his sheer size and violently taps the boys’s shoulders, their heads whip to the wolf and they both Caw out in fear.

“STORM, HOW DID YOU FIT THIS ONE ON THE BLINP-?!”

“Mmmmagic..-“

“Oh for FUCKS SAKE- hold on i got this-“

Jet grumbles to the two before glaring up at the wolf and scowling, marching up to the massive ‘mobian’ and glaring him dead in his eye. Feathers are ruffled and his blue eyes burn into the wolves. Its clear the hawk isnt amused but is also intimidated, but aswell cocky and thinks he can stand up to him.

“And who are you to judge us for makin a living here fuck-face? Eggmans fucked us, and multiple cities, up MULTIPLE times, hes tried to destroy the world dangnabit! And if sonic wont just KILL him, WE decided to start taking revenge in the best way we know how! Selling his shit or just trashing his place until sonics bitchass does something!”

The hawk shrieks, gritting his teeth.

“Dont underestimate a flock of bird, big dog! And plus, metals pint sized, he was easy to nab! Like stealing a child.”

Jet snickers, scowl turning to a cocky grin and putting his talons on his hips, rolling his eyes.

“You got a point there, big dog, but we find it fun to mess with the egghead and foil his plans, plus without his prized possession, metal, he cant really cause much destruction without sonic tearing through his robots in seconds! We’re helpin in our own way, and thats stealing from the wicked and givin to the city! We’ll be goin for more pricey expensive shit later though, dont you worry. And well, if you must know the highest bid for this little bitch is 2 MILLION rings! Or dollars, depends on what they’re paying with. But STILL. People want this little bucket ‘a bolts. But i take it some edge,ord like you don’t want nothin to do with this?”

Jet snorts as he rambles, throwing his talons and wings around in motions as he does, before perking his brows to that last statement. The green hawk then looks to the small robot and snorts, moving over to pick up the rather small cage the chao-sized robots in and holds it so the wolf can see it.

“You see this? You see how small and insignificant it is right now? It cant kill anyone in this state! And besides, we made sure to declaw it. It was.. a pain in the ass but hey, it worked.”

As the hawk holds up the cage. The tiny chao-sized hedgehog stares up at the wolf. It moves to slide its paw through the bars and pathetically reach and strain its tiny body to try and reach out to him for help since it recognizes crescent, letting out small mechanical cries once more. This is essentially a living hell for the little robot. Nothing but a little pet in a cage.

[selfship-help]

takeover ask game: day one

a very long ask game to start off the takeover event! not required for participating btw, just an option! (also we use 'companion' to be inclusive of all f/o types!)

reminder to practice reblog karma! if you want to send an anon ask on a blog but they have anons off, you can shoot me an ask to send the anonymous message for you! :) - mod ☁️

food

🍱 what's you and your companion(s) favorite food? do you like their favorite food, and do they like yours?

🍝 do you like to cook together? how does it usually go down in the kitchen when you do? is it coordinated or chaotic?

🍕 whenever you don't feel like cooking, what's you and your companion(s) go-to order?

☕ does your companion(s) like any special drink? do you know how they like it by heart?

🍰 do you and your companion(s) have a sweet tooth? how well can you all handle the sweetest of the sweet?

🌶️ how about spicy food? how tolerant is you and your companion(s) palettes to spice?

nature & animals

🌳 do you and your companion(s) like to go outside? or are you more of an indoor pair/group?

🌷 do you or your companion(s) like flowers? have they gotten you any bouquets before, and have you gotten any bouquets for them before? what's the go-to flower selection for them?

🌤️ what's you and your companion(s) favorite weather? whatever the answer is, what do you like to do during this time?

🐕 do you and your companion(s) have any pets? if so, what's their name? what's their species? if not, what pet would you like to have, if any?

🦗 do you and your companion(s) like bugs? if not, who typically takes care of them when they accidentally make their way into your place? how are they taken care of?

🌠 look, a shooting star! make a wish for you and your companion(s)!

activities, hobbies & talents

⚽ do you and your companion(s) like sports? do you play them together or watch them? what's your favorite sport, if any?

🎯 does your companion have any hidden skills talents that you've picked up on? how did you react the first time you saw it?

🎨 how creative are you and your companion(s)? do you have different mediums that you gravitate towards? what would a collaborated piece of yours look like?

♟️ how good are you and your companion(s) with board games? is it civil or chaotic? do any playful fights break out?

🪁 do you and your companion(s) have any shared hobbies? even if you don't, how do you do partaking in theirs and vice versa?

🃏 wild card! feel free to tell us a little tidbit about yourself and/or your companions!

behavior

🎁 what's your favorite way to show your affection / appreciate to your companion(s)? have you noticed what they lean towards for you?

🤡 do you and your companion(s) have a similar sense of humor? or do completely different things make you laugh?

🌈 how do you and your companion(s) identify? how do you support each other? do you celebrate these identities together?

🫗 what's a quirk about your companion(s) that you can't help but find endearing? have they pointed out any of yours before?

👥 what dynamics do you and your companion(s) fit into? this could be general relationship labels, tropes from media you know, etc.

🗯️ this is your free pass to gush, rant, or otherwise talk our ears off about your companion(s)!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heel, Stay, and Shake.

🐦‍⬛ What’s this? A wild bird in our classroom? Now we can’t have that, can we? 🧪

By My Hand.

Raven didn’t know what to expect when Professor Crewel asked to see him after class. A summons from him typically meant one of two things: a thorough scolding or remedial work. Sometimes both.

She wasn’t the type for either. Raven kept her head down and behaved—and thus stood off to the side of his wrath. And now here she was, standing in the line of fire.

“Wooow, sucks to be you,” Ace had sneered on his way out. “The goody-two-shoes finally gets into trouble herself!”

“Leave her alone, Ace,” Deuce grumbled, “You don’t want to make things worse for her than they already are.”

Even the Prefect, Yuu—level-headed, neutral—had passed her a look of sympathy. But they cleared out of the laboratory the same as the rest, leaving Raven to her doom.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut, trapping her in with their teacher.

Crewel had traded his lab coat and safety goggles for his usual attire: a black and white color-blocked vest, black undershirt and slacks, smart shoes that clicked with every step, blood red gloves, socks, and tie. Over this, a striped fur coat with several tails, the insides a shocking scarlet.

He ran a hand through his hair—black slicked back, white in a graceful sweep of parted bangs. His eyes, a shade of iced onyx, dug into her like the teeth of a dog. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to threaten to.

She struggled not to tremble under his gaze. Raven knew it to be discerning and, more importantly, unrelenting in its critique.

“Crowley.”

“Y-Yes!!” Raven yelped, standing at attention. Her posture naturally corrected itself at his voice. Back stiffening, head lifting. “Wh-Whatever it is I’ve said or done to offend you, I apologize! I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future!”

“Offend me?” Crewel’s surprise melted into a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. However, I’m flattered that you would think yourself in such dire need of my private instruction.”

“Eh? Then what did you need me for…?”

“A curiosity of mine. I hope you do not mind.”

“N-No, sir! Curiosity not minded!”

A chuckle.

Crewel extended his pointer to a line of shelves. “I’ve heard from the headmaster that you care for colorants. Is that correct?”

Raven was all too eager to provide the answer and then book it out of there. “That’s right. I brew some in my spare time. They’re enchanted inks, meant for writing and journaling.”

“Inks? What, may I ask, makes them ‘enchanted’?”

“Well…” Raven gestured to a potted mandrake. “It’s like cultivation. I infuse magic into the ink, which grants them fun properties. Smelling like an orange slice, glowing even long after you’ve penned it, words that produce the sounds they write out.”

“I see.” Interest had started to seep into Crewel’s voice. “Have you ever thought to extend this skill to other areas of application?”

“No, not really. It’s just something I got into to save on pocket money. Commercial inks can be expensive, so I thought to make my own with the ingredients gathered from around campus…”

Raven trailed off.

A glint had settled into Crewel’s eyes. The very same shine that came into Crowley’s at the mention of money or fresh game.

“It seems to me,” Crewel said slowly, “that you have a talent.”

A stone dropped into her stomach.

Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

“I would very much like to train that talent.” He tapped his pointer into an open palm. Each strike light, but had all the gravity of a gravel.

“Huh?!”

“You’re familiar with Night Raven College’s charity ball?”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t forget it even if she tried. The headmaster had droned about it for the last several weeks, declaring it a “prime time” to look good to the public. (Half of those weeks had been spent preening and wondering which suit and tie to wear.)

“School staff are to be in attendance to oversee the event. This year, we’re donating the proceeds to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island—a cause I’m particularly passionate about. As such, I would like to wear something stunning—and to dazzle at a show, you must have the element of surprise. I will be designing my own outfit. That is where you will come in.

“I will provide the materials, and you will prepare the dye for it. I want a unique color and magical effect that suits my image and enhances it.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about fabrics or treating them,” Raven protested faintly.

“Which is why I will mentor you. It will be a collaborative effort.”

“I-I’m sure you’re entirely capable of accomplishing this on your own, Professor! After all, Crewel-sensei is so very skilled…”

“Tch.” He frowned, making his displeasure clear. “You are missing the point, pup. Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done so, were that my intention?”

Raven flinched. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Night Raven College is making efforts to promote teamwork in its curriculum and extracurricular activities. For such a front-facing event, our new direction will be center stage. You’re a clever girl. I’m certain I do not need to explain the importance of this.”

“Surely there are more ideal candidates, sir… Students far more qualified than me. V-Vil-senpai? Or a Science Club member? Rook-senpai might be interested.”

“Of course I am aware of that—but this isn't about them. This is about you."

His pointer sliced through the air, so sharp that it cracked like a whip, aiming itself right at her. Crewel's face was the picture of arrogance, a high and mighty king looking down at the peasants. (Raven suddenly understood why he, of all teachers, was a Night Raven College graduate.)

"Since the day you scampered into my classroom, you've been nothing but a meek little thing. Obedience is all well and good, but you lack a bark and a bite, the confidence to be bold and to demonstrate your ability with pride. Schoenheit and the others already have that.

“You must learn how to speak up, pup! And this Crewel-sama will be the one to teach that to you.”

“B—But…”

“No buts!” he snapped. “If you’re going to reject the idea, then do so with your entire chest! I will accept it as proof of your bite. If you cannot muster that, then you will submit yourself to my guidance. What will it be?”

Raven shrunk back—proving his point. Speak up? Louder, more sternly—against her own teacher? She couldn’t.

Yikes, he’s so fired up about this… There’s no way I can comfortably say ‘no’!

She balled her fists up, terribly twisting her skirt. Raven sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate.

“… Alright, I will do my best to assist, Crewel-sensei. In return, I will be relying on you too.”

“Good girl. You’ve made your choice.” Crewel offered a hand. “Then let us shake on it.”

She hesitantly took it. His grip was firm and resolute, hers limp and unenthusiastic.

At last, he smiled in satisfaction. “I look forward to instructing you, Crowley. I expect you to keep up.”

Never in her life had she felt more like some poor dog strung along on a leash.

[nerdyboiyeet]

🕺

"Now that Leo's insanely old-"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY OLDER THAN ME!?"

"He dances like an old man now too,"

"I DO NOT!? HELLO!?"

"I heard his hip pop during it," 😔

[st4rstudent]

I've had this idea for a while but everytime I actually gave it thought, I'd get frightened last minute. But anyways, with summer coming up (and more free time), I've been considering making an ask blog of sorts just for fun. Does that seem like anything anyone would be interested in

naturally itd be more hc based because well. heh. looks around. gets scared

[askwhispangle]

"Heya, everyone! Both Tangle and Whisper are busy for a few days so they left me in charge!"

"As always, just like them, I am a minor as well so nothing lewd. Questions are open 24/7 so ask away everyone!"

[chemighoul]

Have you ever told Harley about her Future granddaughters The Dee Dee Twins? Or are you keeping the part about the twins being her granddaughters a secret to avoid messing up the future? (Time travels laws and stuff).

Harley’s. What?

Excuse me?

She’s going to live how long?