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UPDATE! PLEASE READ!

Okay, so this blog is being archived. I made a new blog for Ross, but my other muses will stay where they are.

@obscurusclarus is my new blog.

I’d really appreciate it if you’d spread this around so all of my rp partners can see it ❤

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UPDATE! PLEASE READ!

Okay, so this blog is being archived. I made a new blog for Ross, but my other muses will stay where they are.

@obscurusclarus is my new blog.

I'd really appreciate it if you'd spread this around so all of my rp partners can see it ❤

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Blog Stuff pt. 2

Alongside my last post, I’d like to say that I will not be active for probably a week (ish?) 

My work got power back! So I’ll be going home soon where there is no internet, but hopefully our neighborhood will get power in the next few days. In the time before I head home I’ll work on fixing up this blog. 

I’ll be busy, so please be patient with me. I love all my rp partners and I hope to return very soon! 

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Blog Stuff

This blog is officially under construction! Let me explain:

When I first made this blog, Ross did not have a definite and fully-developed background. Now that she does there are continuity errors that I’d like to fix. Alongside that, many blogs that I used to interact with are no longer active or have changed direction, and there are certain character relationships that no longer apply. 

Basically I’m house-cleaning

And rewinding!

Ross’s biography will be tweaked and updated

I’ll probably change the background and theme of my blog as well

Current threads will be put on hold or dropped

I might change this blog’s name

Major changes:

Ross does not have the ‘boosted’ powers from her time with Terra because they have not met. She is still an Off-Kilter, so she ping-pongs around verses and timelines, but she doesn’t not have an extended life-span, the ability to make shadow-lights, pain siphoning, or a presence. 

Ross probably doesn’t know your muse, even if we’ve interacted before. There will be at least one exception, and if you’d like to hit me up concerning our muses’ relationship feel free! 

Since she arrived on the Lost Light, Ross has been staying with Pharma and he’s really the only one she knows on the ship. That being said, she’s a lot more skittish around strangers. 

What’s the same:

Ross is still an Off-Kilter. I plan on redoing the Off-Kilter arc, better planned this time, with more built into it. 

Her name is still Chiaroscuro Josephine Gabriel

The main parts of her history (concerning her mother, grandfather, etc.) are almost exactly the same. 

***I apologize for any inconvenience/confusion this causes. So much has changed since I started out on this blog and it really needs to be cleaned and refreshed. There’s continuity stuff that doesn’t fit anymore and things I need to incorporate into her background. 

If you’d like to discuss a current thread, arc, or relationship please do message me! I’m up for pre-established relationships upon the revamping of this blog ^-^

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*lays on the ground*

not up for rp atm but available to chat. 

tumblr IM or discord @ Calti Daariv#6251

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reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

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Inktober day twenty-one.

Finally getting back into the robot-drawing swing! Sure has been a while.

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Transformers BotBots - artwork! New Hasbro mini-figures/collectibles can actually transform, so they’re going to be worth a look.  What happens when Energon hits retail?  This.

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“I know I am!” she chirps, trying not to blush. “And just because you’ve done wrong and you’re scarred doesn’t mean you’re not cute. You said I’m cute and I’ve got scars too, see?”

She turns and flips up her shirt. Thin scars, one more prominent than the rest, sprinkle her lower back. After a moment she fixes her clothes and turns back around. 

“You’re cute when you do stuff like talk about poetry or hear a bad pun,” she says. “And you’ve got a good smile.”

Ross stands firm and tall, puffing her chest out. She points an accusing finger at Megatron. "HEY! You're super fragging cute, Megs."

One optic ridge slowly raises in incredulousness as the ex-warlord watches Ross. Her exaggerated movements bring an amused smile to his lips as an amused huff escapes the former warlord.

“I am cute? I am not cute. I am a warrior, a once-warlord, a former gladiator, a mass murderer. I am scarred from my past and my experiences. I am the opposite of cute.

"You, on the other hand, are small and feisty. You are the epitome of cute.”

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One of the bunnies cuddles against Starburner’s chest. Ross laughs, pressing into his touch and booping his nose. 

She smiles up at Pharma. “Alrightie! Can I have a peanut butter and banana sandwich with honey milk?”

Ross is here to climb onto Pharma's shoulder and give his cheek a big 'ol smooch. "Hi Sire! I loooove you!"

A wild Ross has appeared! “Hello little one you seem to be feeling better.”

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Squeezing the hand on her shoulder, Ross tries to piece together what Draal says. He thought he would be stronger? Does he mean -- did he change himself willingly? 

She means to ask, but Draal’s next words shoot her mind blank. She stills. Her hand falls from his claws, and her eyes fill with panic/denial/terror/pity before glazing over. A sound between a gag and a sob wrenches from her throat, and she turns almost green. She clamps a hand over her mouth. Screwing her eyes shut, she takes a deep breath and gives her head a firm shake. 

In, out. 

“Okay...” she whispers to herself. Another deep breath, then she speaks up. “You’re not -- You weren’t yourself, Draal. I know you wouldn’t... do that if you had a choice. And I’m gonna help you so you don’t do it again, okay?”

She speaks to Draal the way she might speak to her younger siblings. The same tone she uses to tell them “pick up your toys, sweetie” or “tell me what the nightmare was about.”

“My magic won’t last a long time. Siphoning relieves the symptom, but doesn’t heal the cause. You need to rest as much as you can, Draal. Magic usually acts like a venom; if you move around, it’ll flow through your system faster. Understand?” She squeezes his shoulder. “I need you to tell me what changed you. Anything you remember. And then tell me where I can find a healer and more information on Troll magic.”

"Draal? -- D-Draal?!" Ross blanches. Part of her says 'don't be scared, it's just Draal' and the other says 'don't be scared, beasts can smell fear.' She takes a step back, calling her magic to be at the ready. Just in case. "Wh- y- D-did um. Um. Do you -- are you in pain?"

He never imagined it would be Ross, of all the humans he knew, to be the one sensible enough to actually take a step back from him at first sight. Yet, he can’t remember who she was; having slipped too far into the mind of the animal in him.

Either way, her stuttering and confusion irritate him, and he snarls from the corner, “Always… hurts.”

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the thing about shakespeare is that when it’s done right, when it’s done well, it should sound like it’s coming from the soles of your shoes, being dredged up from the dark places in your lungs and exhaled in a rush, before it burns your mouth. There are pauses, swallows, reverberations, inflections, because how else are you to laugh and sing and snarl and spill forth these lines?

shakespeare done well by actors who know what they’re doing stops sounding like shakespeare. It slips inside your blood, inflects you brain, raging through your system until this is the only language you have ever known, will ever need. It makes the theater the world entire.

shakespeare should sound like lightning; it should turn the air silver.

and once you’ve witnessed that, it’s hard to accept anything less.

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Ross cuddles Starburner close, giving him a lil smooch on his forehead. Shadowlight bunnies appear and hop in the air around him. One nuzzles his cheek with its nose. 

“Oki doki, Sire,” Ross says. She pats Starburner’s head. “Gotta fuel up before we play!”

Ross is here to climb onto Pharma's shoulder and give his cheek a big 'ol smooch. "Hi Sire! I loooove you!"

A wild Ross has appeared! “Hello little one you seem to be feeling better.”

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Ross has siphoned pain before. It's always been a bit at a time, and always from someone unwilling to let her shoulder too much of their burden. The torrent that spills from Draal almost knocks her down. Still, she's no stranger to this pain; the crippling agony that claws at one from the inside out. She takes a deep breath. Shaking, she falls against Draal's chest and tries not to think as another wave washes into her.

Then, she hears his voice. She wills her magic to stop, and it does, but not as suddenly as it started. It's like pushing closed the door of a crammed closet. She has to yank her Presence back, and even then there's a trickle until her siphoning stops.

"D-draal, you -- ugh h-hold on..." Don't puke, she tells herself, just sit. She slouches to her knees, then smiles up at him. "T-there you are! You were acting... N-not like y-yourself. You... Were in so much pain. U-uh you probably still are. Um.... How do you feel? Do you remember anything?"

"Draal? -- D-Draal?!" Ross blanches. Part of her says 'don't be scared, it's just Draal' and the other says 'don't be scared, beasts can smell fear.' She takes a step back, calling her magic to be at the ready. Just in case. "Wh- y- D-did um. Um. Do you -- are you in pain?"

He never imagined it would be Ross, of all the humans he knew, to be the one sensible enough to actually take a step back from him at first sight. Yet, he can’t remember who she was; having slipped too far into the mind of the animal in him.

Either way, her stuttering and confusion irritate him, and he snarls from the corner, “Always… hurts.”

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Slight offense but Ratchet’s atheism woulda been much more interesting if it were less “I believe in science, logic, and medicine and therefore think there’s no god” and more “after experiencing first-hand the suffering and death of so many over millions of years of war, on such a personal level as a medic, there is no way you can convince me there is an almighty and loving god.”

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((Akjdn im on limited power and internet again so if i vanish now and then thats why))