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RULES: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

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@bionicparrot

Aria took a step back in surprise when Silk jumped up from the table. She put her hands up, protecting herself and trying to keep Silk calm.

"Listen, I know things must look strange to you right now--"

She couldn't stop the spiderbot before she hopped off of the table and begin pacing. Aria wanted her to sit down so she didn't hurt herself, but she didn't want to get too close and leave the bot feeling trapped. The last thing she wanted to do was to trigger a fight response, or worse, a forced shutdown and memory wipe.

"Please, have a seat. I'll explain everything." Silk sounded like she was spiraling. "You're in shock right now. I want you to try and focus on me. Miss, please sit back down on the table--"

Silk went stiff, and after taking one look at her face, Aria knew that her memory banks had caught up with her processor. It was crucial now, to make sure the robot master didn't self sabotage her systems and render herself an empty shell. She opened her mouth to speak, but found herself suddenly enveloped in a desperate, tight hug. Feeling the other's weight getting heavier, Aria quickly wrapped her arms around Silk in kind to keep her upright. Her legs locked in place to keep them both from falling to the ground, and she rubbed Silk's back with one hand instinctively.

"It's going to be alright. I'm going to bring you back over to the table, okay? I'm going to help you sit back down..."

As she carefully stepped with Silk in her arms, Aria wondered who this 'Gale' was that she kept mistaking her for. Had there been a robot master whom she resembled in some way? Maybe they were a lab technician, as well, and it was the lab coat that the RM recognized? Interrogating the poor girl was the last thing on Aria's mind, but she had to figure out a gentle way to explain to Silk that she was mistaken.

Aria finally made it back to the table with Silk in her arms, and leaned with her body to prompt her to sit down on the edge. She pulled away slowly, keeping a close eye on her to make sure she didn't fall off or begin to panic.

"There, nice and easy. I know this is a lot to process. We'll take things one step at a time, yeah? Do you remember your name and serial number?"

Lines of code traced their paths over the screen. Diagnostics would flash then pause as the robot master's systems started to take charge of the reboot.

Error codes started to line up one after the other.

Network connection failed ...

System recovering from unexpected shutdown. Most recent memory files temporarily locked to prevent damage to system. Do you wish to continue?

>Yes.

"MOM!?"

Wires clattered loudly against the tabletop as Silk shot up with such force that it wrenched them from the back of her neck. Not that the spiderbot cared. She was far too busy scanning the lab in search of her family.

An unfamiliar lab. An unfamiliar lab that was surprisingly peaceful.

Where were the troops? The sounds of weapon fire?

Where was her family!?

It was all here just a moment ago. Now there was just ...

Her gaze fell on Aria. Familiarity shone in her gaze. Despite never meeting until this moment the robot master didn't look to question Aria's presence.

"Butterfly, did you bring me here!? The humans came for the lab. My memory files cut out after that. Did you see my mom or the others?"

Her systems slowly eased her access to her most recent memory files now that she had calmed.

There was apparently no waiting for Aria's response to her questions instead she started to pace the lab with her head down, murmuring something under her breath. The strides she took was one of frustration. Her fingertips dug into the side of her helmet as tightly as they could.

Something was very wrong. Her systems weren't sinking properly. Desperately she tried to grasp for a signal. Aria would feel the old world robot desperately trying to connect to her and anything else she could nearby.

"Where's the network? It was so loud a minute ago. Like everyone was screaming."

The need to connect to anything grew more desperate with each passing second. Security messages warning of an attempted intruder lit up the computer screens.

"Why can't I feel my family's signal? Why can't I feel your signal? Something's wrong!"

Her boots clicked frantically with her pacing. Her lips mouthed silent questions as she moved throughout the lab aimlessly. Then it all unlocked. Her thoughts were flooded with the terrible truth. The last few moments of her life.

Before she died.

Silk stood there staring at a wall. Her whole body was trembling while she relived those horrific moments in deathly silence.

"G-Gale ... I'm sorry I didn't believe you when it came to trusting humans." She managed to choke out through a sharp sob. "They killed my family! They killed my mom!"

Silk turned sharply and wrapped her arms tightly around the only other person nearby for comfort. Aria would feel hot tears pressing into the crock of her neck as Silk's face burrowed into her. Trembling knees gave out turning her body into dead weight that Aria would have to support or else they'd both wind up on the ground.

The sobs were broken for a moment by a few whispered words, "Gale, W-when did you get taller?"

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//wheeze//

sorry i kinda vanished again. im struggling for motivation and energy atm.

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An addition just for me and my blog (if you wanna RB this, go to the source please <3):

These won't be first come, first serve! I'll select ones I've either already thought about, or sounds really interesting to me. They'll be pretty basic colored sketches too. I wanna work on them tonight and over the weekend!

Send “FUSION ! ”and I will draw OR write what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

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There's a message written on a notepad. The handwriting is a little shaky and uneven, like someone was trying to remember how a pen is supposed to be held. "Good to see you back. --Alizarin" At least, that's what it probably says, the signature got a little too swirly towards the end and the writer might have been having too much fun driving a pen.

Aria held the note fondly in her hands, with a big smile on her face.

"Aww, good to see you too Liz! Or, well, to see your writing, anyway! Hehehee~"

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Welp. I got back to replies on Discord but my muse is struggling on here for some reason. I'll try to get to them this week. In the meantime, I might doodle a bit!!

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I am low spoons tonight, but i will make an effort to get to replies/asks tomorrow. Thank you for your patience;;;

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Closed starter | @bionicparrot

Aria had been working tirelessly on restoring this old world robot graciously gifted to her care; hours every day were devoted to studying old world builds, painstakingly replicating every detail she could recover from the memory bank as close as possible with the recourses available to her. The results were well worth it, with the robot now completed and looking brand new, like the day she was first activated. Changes could be made if she so wished, but Aria would give her time to make that decision on her own.

Each step of the way, Aria was respectful and careful with how she handled her. She had been a living robot just like herself once, after all, and Aria treated her as such. This was the first time she'd worked on an intact model--let alone one that had been so well preserved--and she was equal parts excited and anxious to finally be reactivating her. She had no idea how the robot before her would react to waking up in a new time and place unfamiliar to her, or if she would even want to remain in it. But, whatever her wishes, Aria would honor them. No matter how long it took for her to make them, or how it made herself feel.

But all of that could be faced when the time came. Right now, it was the moment of truth; the first activation since restoration.

Wires hang down from the ports in the back of the bot's neck and connect to monitors, looking like the branches of webs befitting of the model's apparent arachnid inspiration. With one final look over the young(?) lady fast asleep on the med table, Aria entered the command that would begin feeding her new core the energy it would need to come to life.

And now, all there was left to do was wait for her to open her eyes.

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Closed starter | @machinesandman

Aria had gotten the message from Shadow that he was coming over in a little while, and quickly wrapped up her work. Closing up her notes and putting her monitor to sleep, she dashed out of the lab to get changed. She always appreciated when he gave her a heads up, even if they were engaged now. His politeness always softened her core a little, even after all this time.

Her quick change was a simple one; leaving her lab coat hanging just inside the lab doors, putting her armor into subspace and slipping a sweater and leggings on for some comfort and decency. Aria entered her living room just as the sensation of his presence made itself known in her core. She paused for a moment, with a hand over her core panel and a soft smile on her face. Would she ever get used to that? Part of her hoped she didn't.

'Come on in. Please excuse the mess.'

The "mess" she spoke of was hardly as such, just a few datapads and books on the coffee table and some dishes not put away yet. When he appeared, Aria faced him with a bright smile.

"Good evening, love." She strolled closer, leaning up on her toes to give him a kiss. "How are you?"

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Whaman... .

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OC STRUGGLES IN THE RPC

honestly writing an OC in this community is another set of issues.

the soul crushing feeling when you see “no OCs” in someones rules

constantly having to dumb down your canon

adjusting to adapted canons

the amount of your own canon and lore you have to sacrifice to do that

when you mention wanting to write a canon, people that have never shown any real interest in your OC jump out of the woodwork to encourage you to do it

when you do it, and that canon gets more attention than your OC ever did

the alternative of that: when your first character was canon and you transition to writing an OC, people suddenly disappear

fandom OCs that outgrow their fandoms and muns that feel they have nowhere to put them

endlessly worrying if your character is too sue-ish, even after x-amount of years

TRIPLE THAT IF YOU’RE PLAYING A FEMALE OC

oh my god female OCs need their own post

female OCs constantly being underestimated and dismissed; being held to a different set of standards than other OCs

honestly i know people that are straight up afraid to write a female OC for these reasons. they’re discouraged before they even start because they know they will never get the same acknowledgement

people assuming simple, stupid things about your muse (can we all agree to stop guessing whose muse is taller and just look from now on?)

feeling like you have to jump through hoops to keep up with everyone else and keep your character fresh and interesting so people don’t lose interest

canon blogs that shit on OCs– you realize you were OCs too right? what would the original writer of your canon think?

no seriously, it can be so discouraging writing an OC. how many ideas are you killing by snubbing OCs? the future of creative media is in our hands!

has someone stolen my canon?

is my canon too similar to someone else’s?

do they think i stole their canon?

and what do you do when somebody does steal your canon? it can be so hard to prove and it’s so easy for it to be dismissed

having your OC written off because of the face claim choice– that face is constantly typecast, nobody can take it seriously, they’ve been overplayed and ruined. (we love you, nina dobrev and 1D OCs, you’re doing gods work)

honestly, i’m sure i could keep going. if you ask your local OC muns, they’ll be able to tack a few of their own struggles onto this list. hell, i encourage you to!

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Kang crossed paths from Blackout just....for a moment. Keeping his mouth shut and pretending to ignore them.

It was only a moment for Kang. But for Blackout, he had been watching the human from a distance for a few hours now. Just checking in on one of his favorite human pets, to see how he was reintegrating into his old routine. The maverick had made a habit of doing this every few weeks or so, to make sure the human didn't go running his mouth too much...or get too comfortable.

That was why he deliberately strolled past Kang on the pavement in a human guise. He made sure to make brief eye contact with the black haired man, a telling smile on his lips all the while. It left Kang with a message;

We are still watching you. And we can take you again whenever we please.

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Whoa hey! What's with that gentle and lingering caress!?

"What? Are you jealous?...~

What I do with my partners is, frankly, none of your business. If she didn't want it, Odyssey is more than capable enough of a reploid to use her big girl words and tell me as such."

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Blackout - skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

oc asks: not-so-nice edition | Accepting

You would think that a maverick with hundreds of nanites crawling around in and eating at his body would feel uncomfortable in their synthetic skin--and that would have been true if you had met him when he first escaped his tormentors. By now he's grown used to the sensation of them crawling around inside of him, and the hum of energy they give off that is too quiet for the human ear to pick up. Like someone living with a ringing in their ears, or the human brain's ability to make you forget about the sensation of your organs moving around inside you nonstop, Blackout has come to live with the nanites without much disturbance in his daily life.

That being said, he's not without his own demons. He looks back on his "past life" as he calls it as the smallest, weakest version of himself. A hunter who obeyed orders out of fear, and sought the approval of his master for the sake of his own survival. When Blackout returned as a fully infected Maverick, he did everything he could to erase that part of him and leave it in the past. But even for reploids, the wounds of trauma are hard beasts to vanquish--and he still has moments of deep self loathing and weakness. He despises those parts of himself, and ignores them until his recharge-cycle nightmares plague him so much that he can't anymore. It's less of a desire to shed his skin, and more-so to kill the reploid he used to be.

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"Only somewhat? That's no good. I suppose I ought to pick up the pace, then."

Blackout was used to Odyssey's sense of humor by this point, and so he didn't even flinch when the disc was tapped against the end of his nose. He reached up to take it from her, but not without a gentle and lingering caress of his fingers along her hand.

"I will take your gift as a compliment to our partnership rather than insult to my own programming." He smiled. "I shall look this over when I get back to my lab. Thank you, my dear."

"Obviously~"

"You make my work somewhat easier. Why wouldn't I miss that."

She rolled a small silver disk that was roughly the size of a silver dollar through her fingers. When she stopped he'd find the little disk tapped against his nose lightly.

"A present to make sure other mavericks don't pick up on the unique signal your little bugs put out. I'm sure you already realize it wont work against me, but I can't have anyone getting wise to our raids."

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"Infamy is a double edged sword, dear Odyssey. Such is my burden to bear."

"Pop back up for less than a week and already getting death threats. Someone is popular!"

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death to stinky

"And a hearty 'fuck you' as well, worm."