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Catching The tail end of Munday…

I normally don’t post images of myself but I’m feeling pretty today.

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Positivity Meme!

Revived meme: originally from yeetrpmemes (deactivated).

Send in a symbol to let the mun know how you feel about them!

😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard!

😍 - I love your writing style!

🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most!

😁 - Our interactions bring me joy!

😆 - You always make me laugh!

❤️ - You’re my favourite blog!

🧡 - I stalk you from afar because I love your writing!

💛 - We don’t interact, but I’m trying to figure out a way for our muses to meet!

💚 - You inspire me!

💙 - I love your muses!

💜 - I love you, the mun!

🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love!

🖤 - Your OCs are valid and important!

🤍 - Your headcanons give me life!

💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately!

💗 - Your blog aesthetic is top notch!

💞 - I’m glad we are friends!

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The hulking teal skinned machine mutant gave the Saiyan a grin and a thumbs up before bowing and setting himself into a combat stance. “It will be an honor to trade blows with you once more.”

“Ah! Goku! It’s been a long time since you and your organic companions left my planet. Care for a quick spar, for old times sake?” -greatmegabots

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“It has been!” Cracking his knuckles and giving a firm nod “I can never say no to a spar! Let’s go!”

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Felt a presence next to me while I was asleep, something on my arm, warm and heavy, woke up to this...

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Last night was a bad night for me, and today was even worse.

Midget, my sweet, affectionate and loving mouthy old girl that I’ve had for the past 12 years, who seemed to be completely normal two days ago, took an acute and rapid turn for the worse yesterday. This morning I had to take her to the vet. And there I had to say goodbye. Very slow heart rate, short and labored breathing, complete loss of appetite and thirst. Total lethargy. Doctor said that the most they could do would be to administer a few expensive treatments but with her age, (at least 13 if not older) the prognosis wasn’t long, at most a month, more likely days, and it wouldn’t be quick or painless or even peaceful.

So I had to make one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, I had to say goodbye. I sobbed I wept, I told her that she was loved and would soon be reunited with my other departed cat from years back. She would be young, and healthy, and vibrant again and in no pain. And she would be deeply missed.

When she passed I cried over her, I kissed her head on last time and whispered a goodbye.

I miss you my sweet ol’ girl, and I loved you.

You helped me through many rough patches over the years by just laying on my lap or chest and purring. So be at peace,

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“Excellent work Bizu!” Commander Nezi intoned.

“Yes very well done indeed Sigma Force.” A new voice, a deep rumbling basso. “Except that you’ve terrified him to near the point of cascade failure.” The four three units of Sigma Force turned and saluted at the voice. Bizu remained motionless so as not to unduly jostle his cargo. A fifth being floated in the sky above them, slowly dropping to the ground. To say that this one was a giant of a humanoid was an understatement, his features seemed far more lifelike than the clearly machine bodies of the four. Golden armor and helmet, teal skin and red eyes with crosshairs seemingly built in.

“Target apprehended as ordered General Rilldo.” Bizu droned.

“I have eyes Bizu.” Came the rumbling reply. “Except that I’m doing so you’ve terrified him to the point that he’ll never come with us voluntarily now. I told you to convince him, not kidnap him.” There was a sigh, “knew I should have sent Mutchy.” The giant knelt down to look Lore in the eye.

“My apologies friend, will you allow me to explain who we are and why we’ve sought you out?” He waited a moment and nodded. “I am General Rilldo of the Machine Planet M-2. My brother, a good and fitting term as any, Baby, asked me to help you if anything happened to him. He told me you were his friend, and that you were suffering from complications caused by your emotion chip interfering and overwhelming your positronic net. He was deeply concerned for your wellbeing.” He paused again. “The Sigma Force was dispatched to your location on account of them being closer to you than I was, I got here to join them as soon as I could. We wish to help you.”

He could see the panic and futile struggling that gripped the android and looked up at Bizu.

“Bizu, release him. I do not wish to exacerbate his condition further and confinement is clearly making him anxious.” The large machine complied immediately with his general’s order, seemingly shifting like water around Lore until the Android was no longer confined within him.

A large teal palm was extended to Lore to help him to his feet should he choose to accept it. “Once again forgive the lack of tact and diplomacy of my Sigma Force, they tend to be very straightforward in their approach and methods. Will you allow me to fulfill Lord Baby’s wish by helping you?”

“You are the unstable android prototype designated as Lore Soong are you not?” The tall vaguely humanoid machine inquired in a synthetic voice. “Our orders are to apprehend you and bring you back to our home base for diagnostic and repair.” It was gleaming red and chrome, with several segmented joints. “It is recommended that you come with us voluntarily as damaging you to ensure compliance would be unfortunate.” Three other machines flanked the leader, two short and the last one massive.

This was just too hilarious to take seriously. Lore chuckled, a slight grin on his face as he look at the ensemble just standing there, demanding him to just go with him to WHATEVER place in the universe they came from.

No way in Hell was he going to just obey these guys.

“ Are you seriously trying ti bully ME into following you guys into the middle of nowhere? Do you seriously know how stupid all three of you look right now?”

As amused as he was about the whole scenario…..he immediately lost his amusement when they called him a ‘prototype.’

“ I’m not a prototype. Get that through your THICK SKULLS. I’m the fourth in a line of androids. Just because I was the first with emotions doesn’t make me some dumbass PROTOTYPE. GOT IT?”

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The large gray one that had been identified as Bizu suddenly seemed to shatter into a series of metallic spheres. As if caught in a maelstrom of wind they swirled around and shot forward to engulf the panic stricken android. Though Lore was quite fast, the velocity of the spheres and the sheer volume of them made avoiding all of them nearly impossible.

At first it was a single sphere that attached itself with surprising gentleness to him, then a second, and a third. They did not hurt him but served to slow him down so that more could pile on.

“Please cease your struggles, General Rilldo gave us orders that you were not to be harmed unduly.” The one identified as Commander Nezi stated.

Gradually as more and more spheres attached themselves to Lore and to each other, they began to coalesce once more into the hulking form of Bizu. Only the android was now contained within its massive bulk, his head and face the only thing exposed.

“I can assure you that you will not be harmed, but time is of the essence.”

“You are the unstable android prototype designated as Lore Soong are you not?” The tall vaguely humanoid machine inquired in a synthetic voice. “Our orders are to apprehend you and bring you back to our home base for diagnostic and repair.” It was gleaming red and chrome, with several segmented joints. “It is recommended that you come with us voluntarily as damaging you to ensure compliance would be unfortunate.” Three other machines flanked the leader, two short and the last one massive.

This was just too hilarious to take seriously. Lore chuckled, a slight grin on his face as he look at the ensemble just standing there, demanding him to just go with him to WHATEVER place in the universe they came from.

No way in Hell was he going to just obey these guys.

“ Are you seriously trying ti bully ME into following you guys into the middle of nowhere? Do you seriously know how stupid all three of you look right now?”

As amused as he was about the whole scenario…..he immediately lost his amusement when they called him a ‘prototype.’

“ I’m not a prototype. Get that through your THICK SKULLS. I’m the fourth in a line of androids. Just because I was the first with emotions doesn’t make me some dumbass PROTOTYPE. GOT IT?”

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“Disrespect was not intended, but such an outburst seems to prove the point.” The red unit commented, “your emotion system is clearly causing instability within your programming that must be corrected before a cascade failure occurs within your neural net.” With a gesture, the two smaller units stepped aside for the much larger one.

“Bizu, prepare to take the android unit into custody.” The large gunmetal gray machine stepped forward with surprisingly light steps as the red unit once more addressed Lore.

“Truly, we do not intend you harm, but in your current state you are as much a danger to yourself as you are to those around you.”

“I have the analysis of his condition Commander Nezi,” the smallest machine said at last, “the unit clearly mimics the organics known as humans in many ways, this allowed me to gain a rough approximation of his condition by comparing his visual symptoms to known medical databases. Differences in pupillary responses and the faint subcutaneous twitch of the facial muscles indicate a mild seizure of his synaptic pathways, the sheen on his skin remiscient of human perspiration shows that his power systems are running hotter than normal, suggests that the imbalance has already affected his internal thermal regulator. Approximate seventy two galactic standard weeks before cascade failure begins, eighty galactic standard weeks before cessation of function.”

“Analysis confirmed Nat.” The red machine replied running through its own analysis program. “Time is running out, Lore Soong, we can get you to our homeworld in thirty six galactic standard weeks, plenty of time to stabilize your systems and begin to repair them. But only if you come with us now.”

“You are the unstable android prototype designated as Lore Soong are you not?” The tall vaguely humanoid machine inquired in a synthetic voice. “Our orders are to apprehend you and bring you back to our home base for diagnostic and repair.” It was gleaming red and chrome, with several segmented joints. “It is recommended that you come with us voluntarily as damaging you to ensure compliance would be unfortunate.” Three other machines flanked the leader, two short and the last one massive.

This was just too hilarious to take seriously. Lore chuckled, a slight grin on his face as he look at the ensemble just standing there, demanding him to just go with him to WHATEVER place in the universe they came from.

No way in Hell was he going to just obey these guys.

“ Are you seriously trying ti bully ME into following you guys into the middle of nowhere? Do you seriously know how stupid all three of you look right now?”

As amused as he was about the whole scenario.....he immediately lost his amusement when they called him a ‘prototype.’

“ I’m not a prototype. Get that through your THICK SKULLS. I’m the fourth in a line of androids. Just because I was the first with emotions doesn’t make me some dumbass PROTOTYPE. GOT IT?”

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CHIEFS KINGDOM BABY!!!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! YOUR SUPERBOWL 54 CHAMPIONS!!! 50 YEARS IN THE MAKING!!!!

KANSAS CITY CHIEFS!!!!

31-20 over the 49ers!!!

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A STRESSFUL GODDAMNED GAME!!!

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The hulking figure cracked a smile.

“Splendid! You wouldn’t believe how insultingly often that I hear that we’re nothing but base serivtor class drones with no free will or sentience of our own. Do we have a hierarchical chain of command structure? Yes we do, but we are, for the most part, wholly unique individuals.” He reaches out with a giant hand and claps the Android on the shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie.

“Thank you for your assessment... friend.”

A hulking teal skinned humanoid stood before the Android, a golden armored chest piece and helmet readily distinct on his massive frame. His eyes contained built in crosshairs as if for targeting. “What is your opinion on machine-mutants like myself? Do you believe that we too are mindless servitors created as nothing but slaves?”

Was he supposed to be scared? Because he didn't cower nor flinch in any way.....he'd faced far more dangerous things than this brute.

" You just answered your own question. A mindless pawn would never think of themselves as an individual."

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🐶- Favorite animal? ❤️- How would you describe yourself? 💛- How do other people describe you? ⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?

Favorite animal? I’m definitely a cat person, (have three) but if I have the chance to get a corgi... imma do it.

I’d probably describe myself as charming, ruggedly handsome, and good at getting things done.

Others would probably describe me as “that pain in the ass.” “Gets things done”

Favorite Pokémon? This is a tough one, I haven’t played a Pokémon game since blue. My niece is a huge fan though. And I saw a brief session of her playing shield shortly after I got it for her and i saw a corgi Pokémon... so I think I’ll say it’s that one.

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Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!

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The sphere reacted to her touch by expanding slightly to engulf her finger briefly before returning to its normal state. It was slightly warm and tingled like it was slightly charged.

“I know how much you dislike being cooped up here all the time, and how much you yearn to unleash that fiery warrior’s spirit of yours.” Dolltaki said softly, “so I pulled a few strings and had this made for you.” He gestured to the sphere. “It’s an adaptive polymer bodysuit, that when attuned to its wearer can become stronger and harder than adamantium, yet remain as flexible and breathable as a second skin. It will augment your own formidable power, absorb a significant portion of incoming ki attacks, deflect a significant portion as well, and what it absorbs is used to create a forcefield.”

It didn’t seem to react to her touch for a long moment, before slowly spreading to cover her hand and then her wrist. “Once it’s had a chance to bond and attune itself to you, it will be able to reshape itself to a bracelet that can match and compliment any style, any fashion you wear.” The liquid metal continued its slow spread up her arm to her shoulder, a sensation that was not unpleasant.

“And best of all you will be able to call it into being and dismiss it with a thought my dear.” He stepped back as it fully engulfed her, forming itself around her like a second skin solidifying into a gleaming silver shell for a moment, before seeming to peel back slowly to expose her head, the cowl melting into the neck of the suit, seamless and invisible.

“Of course, the liquid silver is its default color scheme.” He admitted, “couldn’t very well program its final color scheme while it was in its liquid state could we? It needed to have a form. I’d like your input in its final design.” A single tendril extended from the suit and the con-artist turned cult-leader turned fashion designer plugged it into a datapad. Gently he put the pad into her hand.

“It’s yours to customize to your heart’s desire my dear Eden.”

“Ah my beautiful Eden! I have a wonderful surprise for you my favorite model.” The honey sweet voice of the con artist turned cult leader turned fashion designer was positively ringing with delight. He had made so many beautiful garments for her in the time she had been here, from elegant evening dresses, to smart business clothes, to leisurewear, even some more risqué articles... but now, he held in his gloved hand a gleaming silver sphere of shimmering metal. “Something very special indeed!”

“Oh?” Even though time fleeted by since the fateful day she found herself on this world, the strangely saccharine voice still managed to get a small jump from the Kirinite. The frightening, dark energy and deceptive whispers faded significantly since her time as Dolltaki’s fashion model. Eden wasn’t sure if her presence provided a distraction from the cult leader’s sinister activities, or if she was simply becoming used to the atmosphere. 

Either way, she no longer feared for her life, and his attendants seemed relieved and more amicable since they didn’t need to participate in whatever ceremonies for what they called a dread god. It seemed keeping this dynamic going was the wisest decision at this point. Besides, while Eden was unfamiliar of the idea of being pampered, she was getting used to it. 

The soft shifting of the ornate couch’s velvet against her silk loungewear, one of the many gifts he crafted for her, could be heard. She lazily rolled to her side and stode towards Dolltaki, inwardly whining at having to leave her warm spot and feel the cool air. Her discomfort became confusion as her eyes slid to the small orb between his nimble fingers. She leaned closer towards it, her nose twitched as she sniffed at it. She blinked at the tiny reflection shining from the silver before darting her eyes back towards his face, attempting to read it and discover what sort of trick he had in mind. This was unlike anything he made for her. “What is it?” Her own hand reached up, delicately poking the object with a claw. 

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“On behalf of the Machine Mutants Of M-2 I approve this message!”

I find your ISP’s lack of quality service response to be unpleasant... methinks that Lore is far too sweet to truly punish them for their blatant failure... I think they need a large black and purple sphere of crackling negative energy dropped on their heads if you catch my drift... and there’s only one being I know that can deliver such a painful attack.

Hmmm.....I haven't got the foggiest idea.... (XD)

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“Nice to see you’ve finally stepped out of your father’s shadow and come into your own. And immortality on top of that? I must say you’ve surpassed the expectations of everyone in the betting pool.”

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As he stood back he watched her reactions to his handiwork. The cascade of conflicting emotions that played across her features from anger, to confusion, to disbelief, to a sort of breathless awe. He knew that she loathed him, detested him for all his reputation as a cult leader, a con artist- and he was without equal in that regard to be sure- a fiend.

“You look breathtaking.” He managed to say, his smile genuine. “And this is but the first of many outfits that I would be honored to make for you.” He turned back to his work table and selected a soft leather in a pale cream color. Walking slowly and non threateningly back to her he held it against her richly tanned fur and scales and stared at the contrast between it, her natural skin tones and the color of the dress for a long moment. “Attendant!” He called in a voice that sounded at once both like his originally irritating tone and commanding. “Bring me a robe!”

It only took a moment before a white silk robe was produced, it would have been long on him at least, but as she was significantly taller it would come only halfway down her thighs. He examined it briefly and held it out to her. “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m going to need you to very carefully surrender the dress to my care for just a little while dearest Eden.” He said with a sigh, “only so that I might properly sew it together.”

He turned his body so that he was looking away from her, deliberately averting his gaze to offer at the very least a modicum of privacy. “There is a dressing screen to your left if you prefer, just hang the dress on the hanger and place it outside when you are robed, then you can come and watch me transform these pieces of pinned fabric into something truly wonderful for you.”

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Humming to himself, Dolltaki began to carefully pin the fabric into place, working his fingers beneath it to keep from accidentally jabbing her. He started with the left shoulder strap and once it was securely in place he breathed a sigh of relief and repeated the process on the right.

“Wonderful, they seem to be holding nicely, though I’ll feel more confident once I’ve sewn them.” He paused for a moment as he considered where he would pin next and blushed as he realized that he would have to pin the portion where the garment overlapped on her chest. “Um my dear, I must ask your forgiveness in advance for this next bit,” He nearly stammered, “my hands will be working in somewhat of a delicate place and I don’t wish to come off as inappropriate…” he shook his head from side to side, his blonde hair whipping wildly, “n-not that I wouldn’t t-touch if circumstances were… but this is hardly the time or place to… I mean you’re quite lovely and any man would be honored to… and I really should stop talking now.”

Mustering his courage and trying to control his breathing among other reactions, he carefully began to work pinning the overlapping sections, his hands moving over her chest with determination and care until he had the garment securely fastened. Finally he removed his hands and exhaled sharply, looking up into to her eyes to see if he had inadvertently done something improper, touched her inappropriately in some manner. He would need to be careful in the future.

“A three dimensional model that I could do this kind of work on safely, that’s what we need.” He said his eyes lighting up in delight that faded along with his expression, “but that would take time to make and I would need to take a detailed scan of you in order to get your measurements exactly right.” Carefully he began to work on the sides, pinning loose fabric into place so that it fit her snugly yet not uncomfortably tight.

“How’s that?” He asked his voice terrified that she would hate it.

Barely had she let a breath leave her chest. Despite his nimble care in pinning the cloth together, the imaginary, vivid sensation of the needle’s sudden, cold bite was enough to keep her absolutely cautious. In the short silence, it seemed that things were running fairly smoothly. Dolltaki hasn’t harmed her, and if she kept playing along, perhaps she could find an opening to make a run for it.

The stillness fell all too abruptly as the doe caught anxiety dash over his already wide, green eyes. Her own discomfort flared once again, only to roar in intensity as she took in his stammering words. Her face took on a ruddier shade than the darkest of her scales. The thought of being touched by anyone was unnerving enough, but by this man…This apparent cultist who restrained her and left her fearing for her life, she wanted to snap his fingers clean off!

At his quick resignation, she let out a strong stream of hot air from her nose, sending the finest of blond strands into his face. Her tail followed after, aimed towards his jaw right after, hoping the scratch of coarse bristles would give him a clear idea on how she felt. Even so, she felt tensed muscles twitch beneath blazing skin as Dolltaki continued pushing the pin over the delicate area. Her body felt like a tightened, steel-jawed trap at his uncomfortable breathing, the lightest accidental brush could send her into striking into him. She remained poised, ready to grasp his skull with her claws, until he finally pulled back from the now pinned cloth.  

The tension fizzled, and though his focus solely back on tailoring helped, the doe kept guard. “A detailed model?” She parroted back, a frown revealed itself over broken lips. Ignited eyes quickly searched about the room. Though this place held darkness, Eden felt small, but welcomed, relief that such machinery that could unveil even more was nowhere to be seen.

Then, his lean figure swept back, leaving only a large mirror before her. She could practically feel the terror in his voice; she would have preyed upon it, if she wasn’t stunned by what looked back at her. The dress was simple, but elegant. The rich wine red hugged her figure, and it was then a question formed in her dizzy thoughts. When has she ever worn something as graceful as this? Not since her ceremonial attire for the festivals her natal world once had, something that happened decades ago, yet felt like centuries away. Clothes were a luxury the vagabond couldn’t indulge in. What she had was all she had. To see something like this dress on her… It felt as though she was looking at another person. The assurance that she was only seeing herself felt like a frightfully intangible thing.

Eden took in a breath, an attempt to grasp the threads of reality and keep herself from falling into a panic. For once, her eyes didn’t follow Dolltaki continuously.  Rough fingertips reached down, running gently along the fabric. “I…” What could she say? So many emotions tumbled and collided within her through the surreal situation. There was fear, protective rage, amazement. What could she say?  “I’ve, never seen myself in anything like this before.”