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Are you still alive?? Have you died?

(Does the user of this blog still exist?)

This blog is dead but the owner is still very much active. I've just moved on since the MM RP/Ask Blog Tumblr community has died out. I still keep in touch with the close friends who I met through here though they feel like a family to me.

You can find me and catch up on my art on @twitchyglitchy !

Or if you'd rather see the shit I reblog

@twitchy-reblogs

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Played Tee-ko with friends and these are just some of the shirts we made...I love this game.

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T-KO w/ some RMs

“This. . This has too much energy, and it scares me.”

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“Owowow. . Okay, ow.” Metal groaned, stumbling back.

“I’m trying my best here, it’s hard to show affection when every time I see you I want to punch you in the face.”

He sighed and slouched, rubbing his cheek.

“Merry Christmas though, Cut.” Was all he could hear his fellow cutting bot mutter.

As much as Metal "dislikes" Cut, he decides to be as nice as he could and push his stubborn one sided rivalry aside. Metal, flustered, smashed his fricken face into Cut's like an idiot.

Ok, that hurt…but no damage done.

“Ouch, ok…I’m good…are you ok Metal?”

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Knock! Knock! Fire's here to give Metal a teeny kiss on the forehead

Metal blushes lightly from the warm kiss. It was like a hot compress and warmed him up real quickly.

It was very much appreciated since it's cold here in Russia.

"Thanks, Fire."

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Christmas Mistletoe.

Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)

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He was hesitant but nodded and looked around. It wasn't long before Metal Man dragged Pharaoh inside with him.

"Only if you pick out stuff with me. This is a date, something both of us should be enjoying." He responded, trying to avoid glances and staring from other people in the store and the people near the entrance passing by the two lovebird robots.

"It's not fun if you just sit and watch me. What do you want, Pharaoh?"

First date!

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The Mummira scurried around in a frenzy, getting everything ready for Pharaoh Man. He had just asked his love Metal Man out on a date and so he needs to make this first date as incredible as possible. Everything was in position and seeing no need to hide his face, Pharaoh Man took off the bandages and set them aside. He changed his armour for a black turtleneck shirt with a sand beige jacket alongside a sapphire amulet encased with silver. With that he stepped out of his room and waited out near the citadel’s entrance where he and Metal Man would meet up. He hopes to Cleopatra that this date goes well and that his siblings won’t spy on him and his love on their date.

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Metal was pretty nervous about going to the museum. After all, last time he was there he started attacking people, especially Tundra Man who was also just a bystander. He has no excuse to be forgiven after having to clean up the place as punishment. Metal is still in debt for destroying the art work too.

“I. . The mall sounds nice. Maybe we can find some nice clothes to try on for each other.” He chuckled, holding firmly onto Pharaoh’s hand. This felt nice. All of this felt nice. Someone he can love and they love him back. Butterflies were in his stomach but he ignored the fluttery feeling so it wouldn’t take over him.

First date!

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The Mummira scurried around in a frenzy, getting everything ready for Pharaoh Man. He had just asked his love Metal Man out on a date and so he needs to make this first date as incredible as possible. Everything was in position and seeing no need to hide his face, Pharaoh Man took off the bandages and set them aside. He changed his armour for a black turtleneck shirt with a sand beige jacket alongside a sapphire amulet encased with silver. With that he stepped out of his room and waited out near the citadel’s entrance where he and Metal Man would meet up. He hopes to Cleopatra that this date goes well and that his siblings won’t spy on him and his love on their date.

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His face lit up upon seeing Pharaoh Man waiting for him. He looked so suave out of his armor and his face visible. Metal Man blushed and let his hand be kissed.

Chivalry isn't dead! How could he be so lucky to be with someone of such power and influence? Metal Man gripped onto Pharaoh's hand and followed him along. Everything about him was so entrancing. . Metal could've swore his feet were lifting off the ground from the fluttery feeling.

"I'm ready. I can't wait for this date. ." He chuckled sheepishly, flashing a soft smile.

First date!

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The Mummira scurried around in a frenzy, getting everything ready for Pharaoh Man. He had just asked his love Metal Man out on a date and so he needs to make this first date as incredible as possible. Everything was in position and seeing no need to hide his face, Pharaoh Man took off the bandages and set them aside. He changed his armour for a black turtleneck shirt with a sand beige jacket alongside a sapphire amulet encased with silver. With that he stepped out of his room and waited out near the citadel’s entrance where he and Metal Man would meet up. He hopes to Cleopatra that this date goes well and that his siblings won’t spy on him and his love on their date.

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A date? He didn't expect this to happen so soon but as soon as Metal Man was fully recovered from the roboenza virus, his new beloved had asked him on one.

Metal's never been on a date, let alone understand what to do on one. He quickly called home to one of his Pierobots for assistance. The circus bot was unsure of how to help, but advised him to not make a fool of himself for once, ironic enough coming from them.

With what help he got, he was up and deciding what to wear. . Metal Man made sure his hair was tied up into a man bun and the needles from his helmet were put into it to hold his hair in place. Once done with that, he dressed up in a comfy black sweater vest and red dress shirt underneath with surprisingly untorn jeans. It needed something else. . Metal Man put on his yellow scarf to keep himself comfortable then looked in the mirror.

Looked good. . Hopefully this would be enough for their date and nothing too casual. Where are they going anyways?

Shoot, he's running late. Metal snuck out of his room and made it passed others without any batting an eye before he got outside the citadel.

"Ah. . Hah. ." He took a minute to catch his breath, "Sorry. . That I'm late, Pharaoh. I hope you're not upset."

First date!

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The Mummira scurried around in a frenzy, getting everything ready for Pharaoh Man. He had just asked his love Metal Man out on a date and so he needs to make this first date as incredible as possible. Everything was in position and seeing no need to hide his face, Pharaoh Man took off the bandages and set them aside. He changed his armour for a black turtleneck shirt with a sand beige jacket alongside a sapphire amulet encased with silver. With that he stepped out of his room and waited out near the citadel’s entrance where he and Metal Man would meet up. He hopes to Cleopatra that this date goes well and that his siblings won’t spy on him and his love on their date.

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Oh god, oh lord, oh robot Jesus, he's gorgeous. He really is a godly aura and it's stronger with his helmet off. Metal Man slowly reached up his hand and ran it through his hair on the back of Pharaoh Man's head.

Silky. . It felt so nice. His eyes grew heavy again.

"Alright fine. . Can I. .?" Metal tilted his head slightly and gave Pharaoh a gentle feathery kiss before letting his eyes close to rest. He was offline to recover once more. At least this time he wasn't struggling from the roboenza.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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Metal Man fell silent of his heavy breathing, his face feeling warmer by the second. Is he sure that he heard all of that right? Is he still dreaming?

And why are there tears flowing down his cheeks? Metal couldn't figure out as to why but he just smiled and hugged onto Pharaoh Man.

"I love you too. I have for quite a while now." He muttered, eyes heavy but his core running mad.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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Metal Man couldn't feel much of his body except for the cold liquids of the E-tank amd cure going down his throat. Everything else felt heavy and numb for the drowsy robot. He slowly sipped then laid himself into Pharaoh's arms.

All he could feel was his own dead weight drag himself down like shackles on his ankles and a heavy stone sphere.

"Huh. .? Hmm.." It took Metal Man a moment to be able to keep his thoughts straight as he was still recovering. "Ask ahead, I guess. Can't say I'll remember much so you'll have to remind me later if it's this important." He grumbled, head rested against Pharaoh's chest plate.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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Metal Man's hand twitched but that's all he could really do as his body was on cooldown mode. Everything was so overheated and fried he had to restart his systems and jumpstart back into functioning. By now he should be okay. Ventilation on his back seems to be working normally.

Until he woke up. It was very slow, but he closed his hand into a light fist and opened an eye. Everything was so bright and he was feeling so tired. Why is he awake when he's tired anyways?

He glanced over at Pharaoh Man. He's been here the whole time for him, to which he blushed and his eyes turned away.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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As soon as the medicine was fed to Metal Man, he was already starting to feel better. The fumes of steam calmed down and his body wasn't so burning hot anymore.

He was still asleep though. All of his anger easily burned out on him as soon as he was restrained from causing anymore. Things he broke probably cost a lot of money. . Especially that small clay sculpture and vase. He's going to get in a lot of trouble if Wily hears about this and finds out where he went after all this time.

For now however, he rests at Pharaoh's side. If he was awake or aware, he'd be more than thankful.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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Metal only continued struggling and grasping for anything he could, his metal blades that would summon couldn't even reach his hands before it clattered to the icy floor.

Of course, there was still the medicine for it out there, of course, a cure. There was still plenty of it too.

"Of course this is me! I never felt so alive and dead at the same time!" He cackled, hands shaking and voice starting to quake. Metal Man was starting to wear out. The steam and heat in his gears was becoming too much for his body to handle. The red robot coughed and gagged before ripping himself out of Ring and Skull's grip to throw up oil on the floor.

Everything hurt, everything hurt. His mouth plate was now on the ground beside the vat of oil his body spat out, his mouth ran dry from everything he released. After several minutes, Metal Man crawled back, tried to throw one more metal blade at something, anything now that he was free, but dropped it and fell to the floor with it, overheated and out.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

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Metal Man kicked at the air and tried at bite at anyone who came close to him. He most definitely wasn't himself. Everything about him became more hostile. More hostile than he was in the past.

"Get off me get off me get off me now!" He screamed at Skull and Ring, trying to reach over and bite at their hands that held him down.

Not even Pharaoh snapped him out of it from the strength of the roboenza virus. Those around him were surely getting tired of his jittering and bugging out. The steam from his body was starting to get in the way of his vision and everything to him felt like it slowed down.

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.