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If fae knew, she wouldn't be kind to Ten either. The thought rang in the back of her skull, crashing through such a lovely sentiment without a second thought. The goddess of death and destruction did not deserve such niceties- never would. For she was the end of things, the one who burned the books- tore the pages, destroyed every shred of evidence of what was before.

How awful of her to want to drag Hope into that. To think she could live and enjoy. Her eyes trailed the wine was it was moved over, trying not to let the dark thoughts dragging through her mind show on her face. She could be happy. Would be happy. For Hope's sake. And in a few years, when Hope moved out and found a lover- she'd be happy for faer.

She poured herself some wine, taking a few sips. The pseudo-lizard made sure to keep an eye on Hope's cheeks- for making sure she could match the blush there- as she took small doses of wine. It hardly affected her. A drop in a proverbial ocean, it would no doubt take an entire country's supply for her to truly feel the effects- but she could fake it easily enough, surely.

"Yes, let's." Another night...she could---worry another night. She'd be worrying tonight- and every other night. What she wanted,...what she craved- what she could never have. But for now,...she could at least fake it. Fake that she had a friend, that fae was actually within reach.

Perhaps there was no one more cruel to her than her own self.

"I am just the right amount of kind to you," Hope corrected, downing one glass and pouring herself another. Fae pushed the bottle over to Ten, not wanting to hog all the wine to herself. "You just have low standards. Be kinder to yourself." In between one glass and another, Hope had some food as well, humming in slight approval of both the food and the suggestion. She fidgeted with both her dress and her gloves, the wine starting to affect her, making Hope run hotter than fae normally would. Fae leaned forward, resting her chest and elbows on the table, sighing. "But let's worry about another night another night, yeah?" Hope smiled up at Ten. "Let's just enjoy right now for right now." Because right now, Tenebrosity was Hope's, her friend, her roommate, hers, hers, hers. And that was enough, wasn't it? Yeah. Yeah, it had to be.

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repost & fill in the words you most associate with your character.

ANIMAL : Wolf, Cat, Fennec Fox

COLOUR(S) : Gold, orange, brown.

SONG : "PTSD" by EMM

PLANT: Sunflowers, dandelions, African Tulip.

TIME OF DAY : Dusk, Twilight.

SMELL : Lemons, cream, coffee.

SEASON : Summer.

PLACE : Desert, Sanden, Dungeon

CANDY : Jawbreaker

GEMSTONE : Topaz, cat's eye, amber.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : Pisces.

FABRIC : Cotton, linen.

DRINK : Caramel frap, cat-ppucino.

VICE : Wrath.

VIRTUE : Generosity.

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Tagging: @bornofgamma, @thehordemultimuse (Hope, Bluebell, or Shark Bite! Have fun!), @the-blankest-slate, @familylightfox (Harmony!).

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My fear grows so intense that it’s no longer an emotion but a cosmic fear, an element of nature, like the wave itself.

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker

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"Thank you." Gamma was definitely unique. Murk couldn't help but feel responsible, letting a hand trail nearly like a father's pat to his son before he was set back on the ground properly. "We're about halfway done, but that's no reason to shirk our responsibilities." He gave a light nod. "After we're done with the mid-section of the city, we'll head back to the entrance and check the outer perimeter- then, you and I can go home and rest."

He had a duty to this place. Try as he might, the 'hog couldn't pull himself away from it- any more than one magnet could flee another. He was drawn in like a moth to the flame. Some things, he wouldn't admit even to himself- but it was easy enough to understand that he felt almost obligated to ensure Sanden never fell to harm.

"I'm still debating if we'll stop by a cafe on the way home, after." Probably not. The thought was there- but it was far from concrete. He'd been avoiding a certain cafe for a few weeks now, intent on never crossing its threshold unless he absolutely had to. What had started as a weird sensation in his chest was now a full-body 'oh stars why' every time he got near. Acting like a child. "Do you want anything from the market, Gamma?"

Something else to focus on- and something he figured needed to be asked. He couldn't afford to ignore his mechanical son, nor would he.

Gamma accepts the order putting Murk down though his one hand was still holding onto one of Murk's hands. The whole sentience thing was truly scary before Gamma had simply put these thoughts aside in pursuit of his goal to save his siblings. But, now the horrors of living life without a purpose or mission was terrifying to him.

"I will obey..."

Being a guard did feel like something familiar to him so once he did get into work mode he could be relied on to do the job. Part of his work before was to guard though, he was more a foot soldier than anything more deep than that. This place...Sandan was it called? it was a strange place so unlike anywhere Gamma knew.

"How far along...the guard route are we?"

Gamma would ask for updates like that on occasion so he could keep track of where they had been and where they were going. Gamma seemed intent on remembering the routes as best he could so that once he was used to them he wouldn't need to ask anymore.

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Murk, in turn, had been trying to adjust to having a new sentient robot that- nearly acted like a child. His guard duties had certainly been affected, given he now had a tag-along every time he went to patrol the city's edge- but that wasn't so bad. It was nice to have someone to engage with,...though he felt horrible every time he'd move too far away, and Gamma would seemingly shut down. He couldn't tell whether it was part of how he revived the machine, or if it was part of Gamma's innate coding that caused the break every time.

But one way or another- it meant he had a constant companion. At times, welcome. At other times, a little embarrassing.

"I am certain, Gamma. As one of this city's guardsmen, I cannot afford to be frightened by a dark alley. If anything jumps out, I am sure you and I will be more than capable of handling it." He tried to reassure, though that was a little difficult to do when he was currently being held protectively by the other. He'd tried to encourage independent thinking in Gamma, and it had succeeded--- though moments like this nearly killed him inside.

Was this what it was like to be a parent?

"Would you please set me down?"

Gamma was trying to adjust to his life alongside Murk. He was out of touch in relation to the world around him given he was simply a husk of metal left to rot away not long ago. Plus, it seemed like the moment Murk moved too far away from Gamma he would shut down which was strange since it felt like time jumped whenever that happened. There was also this desire the robot had of wanting to protect Murk which didn't spark often since no one was threatening him. However, when it did happen the robot would pick up Murk and try to run away to safety. Or until Gamma felt they were safe.

He would always stop if Murk told him to. Gamma was a machine used to following commands, even if he had taken action for himself only once Murk felt like a more worthy master to follow than the Doctor had been. Murk seemed to care for Gamma which was odd but the robot knew that was a good sign much like when the girl was kind to him so long ago. He had to ensure he paid back that kindness.

"Are you...sure?"

Gamma had picked up Murk again protectively. He had wanted to go down a dark alleyway and Gamma was uncertain if it was safe. It was almost like a childlike response in a way with his the robot acted.

"Are you very sure?"

His manner of speech had also evolved a little to sound a bit more normal wasn't exactly clear why that happened either.

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He'd sensed it. The moment the cut between worlds had been made, his own reality reaching out to grasp at another. It was getting more and more common- more and more concerning, but he could do little about that at present. No, he had something more important to be focusing on as he ran across the sands. The sun bit into his manifestation, daring to claw at shadows held together purely by Chaos Energy. But he didn't stop, not as he felt the beating sun on his quills, not as the pack on his back thumped wildly with each step.

Why did it have to be near Sanden?

"Are you alright??" His voice called as he neared the stranger. Had to warn them. Had to warn them before they got too close and started speaking of another world, of cuts between dimensions. They'd disappear, no doubt.

His steps faltered and slowed, green hues finally landing on the frame of the one who'd been sent here. Similar, but not quite- enough to keep him from fleeing, though he did finally stop just a few feet away.

"Are you alright, stranger?" He repeated, using the mental fatigue the sun was cutting into him to make his form appear slightly out of breath- even going so far as to gasp slightly, like he'd been running for some time. He had- but...well. Some things just didn't work properly, for him.

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Angel Island? He'd never heard of such a place- but it at least gave him a hint more to work with. If he could get the portal working, he could try to get it to narrow in on this 'Angel Island' place. Though the signature would hopefully be enough to get Locke close to his father.

The main pod that had turned back to look at him merely tilted at the question, red optic flicking. A few beeps sounded, as if trying to speak to him- but there was no actual sound. Just the whirs of its own creation, the thrum of its engine that was so common. Its 'wings' flicked, opening to their full extent only to close again.

How could it explain when it couldn't even be understood? One of its lower panels opened, followed by a rush of air- and then it closed again. Trying desperately to demonstrate, even though it had no proper way to explain it was even doing that. Unease wasn't hard to detect, not with how Locke was acting. But how could it ease his concerns?

No idea. But that was far from deterring the machine.

Brrrr...

The siblings should stay back- until Locke seemed calm enough for them. Though what to do, what to do...it tilted forwards, optic angled slightly more towards the ground- as if asking if Locke wanted to 'pet' it, much like Julius had done.

There was a small pause from Locke. Parent? He was definitely too young to be a parent. Although he had been asked if he would like to take care of a chao before. He just wasn't that confident that he could do a good job. "I'm a protector of Angel Island just like the rest of my family!" Locke stated before he continued his quest to follow the pod.

His approach towards the machine was cautious, his nose doing its best to sniff it all out. It smelled a lot like the human. Whatever metals were in them had to be the same or similar enough. It only paused as the second pod floated on by.

How many of them were there? It was kind of scary to think about there being dozens of them. Actually it was kind of scary to think about all these machines around him. The scary thought of the human deciding to keep him...

An involuntary shiver before he realized the machine had had following had turned its attention to him. "...How do you float?" He asked, carefully moving closer. In a way he seemed to move close to the ground, more like a natural animal than a mobian. Still timid. "You don't got wings..."

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Sonic OC RP Blog for an amnesiac hedgehog with a long-forgotten past. (He has nothing to do with Shadow’s backstory, or anything on ARK, he’s never been there.)

“Blank” (Currently Nameless) the Stalker

Mun+Muse are 21+

Always tired, but friendly, not-very-selective!

Asks are open, welcome, and encouraged!

12-ish years Rping on tumblr! (Dear god)

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An independent, AU-centric RP/Ask blog for various Transformers characters, as well as their human charge/other half. Not affiliated with the fandom- just kinda here. If soulmate AUs and human x cybertronian shenanigans seem fun to you, then come on down!

Please be sure to read the Protocols before diving in to anything with me- and if you'd be kind enough, give this post a like/reblog. You can find information on the varying characters on the Roster.

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An independent, AU-centric RP/Ask blog with Optimus Prime variants, as well as his human charge/other half. Not affiliated with the fandom- just kinda here. If soulmate AUs and human x cybertronian shenanigans seem fun to you, then come on down!

Please be sure to read the Protocols before diving in to anything with me- and if you'd be kind enough, give this post a like/reblog. You can find information on the varying takes of Optimus and his organic soulmate on the Roster.

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It wasn't a grand moment, despite it all.

Most of those early moments with her weren't.

And yet Hope would always recall exactly when she realized she loved Tenebrosity.

Ten was washing the dishes. Hope was making a grocery list.

"We're gonna need more dish soap," Ten was saying, tossing the now washed clean soap bottle.

"Gotcha," Hope had responded, writing it down in a glittery pink pen. "Anything else?"

Ten looked up, looking at the calendar.

"It's... your birthday this week, right?" Ten asked, squinting at it. Hope followed her gaze.

Sure enough, just a scribble with black sharpie on the following week; Hope's birthday.

"Huh," Hope blinked and then chuckled. "Man- I forgot! Well, guess I have an excuse to go out this week."

Ten nodded.

"We'll have to get you a birthday cake," Ten said, returning to the dishes. "We have to celebrate."

"You'd... want to?" Hope asked, hating the vulnerability in her voice. "I mean- you don't have to, if you're busy-"

"I want to," Ten reassured, not turning away from the dishes.

Hope blinked and then smiled, resting her face on one hand.

Hm, Hope thought to faerself. I should tell her I love her.

It wasn't even a conscious thought. It was just... Hope loved Tenebrosity.

What a sad truth.

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"...I don't know about that, Hope." She still chuckled quietly all the same. It was hard to sort things out when one only had limited experience- and the fears of millions. Simple to complex, her catalogue of how things were supposed to go was royally fucked over. Had she- messed this up, somehow? "But, if it helps you deal with life..." The lizard shrugged.

At the end of the line,...she couldn't throw any stones. Her own life was probably one of the darkest ones- no, scratch that, it was the darkest one. Whether by choice or not- everything else was inconsequential compared.

Even this friendship. Even the feelings echoing in her chest that she was actively trying to quash without hurting Hope. Couldn't she just have one nice thing?

"...thank you." Why did that hurt more? It was poison either way- a draft she couldn't help but to keep imbibing, as if to stop would spell the end of her. But it was torture all the same. Maybe that was the point, in the end. A way to suffer- give her something just beyond her grasp, that cut into her each time she even dared think of reaching out.

How cruel the balance could be. She'd never even asked for this.

"...maybe we can go on a walk another night." Her hand reached, picking up her silverware so she could actually take a few bites of her food. But her taste buds failed at the last moment, sensing that her stomach might rebel if she could actually taste the nutrients sliding down her throat. "...you're too kind to me, Hope." Her glass clinked as it tapped down on the table. Two hands folded, two working on her food, two attempting to fiddle with her outfit as if that could somehow distract her.

"Oh, ha, no, I do drink a lot," Hope laughed, sipping on her wine. "Maybe a little bit too much but, hey, not a thing, right?"

She said that but now that Hope was thinking about it, fae hadn't gone on an all night drinking spree since around... close to when Ten moved in. Weird coincidence. A coincidence that might come to an end, if Hope's gut was any indication.

Hope sipped her wine and she sighed.

Friends. That was enough. For now.

Hope drank the rest of her glass in one shot, pouring faerself more with a steady and practiced hand.

For now.

"Oh, uh, no, dinner is all I had planned," Hope reassured. "I won't keep you out too late, your rest is important to me."

And she feared Ten was growing tired of faer.

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Like the people that used me. It seemed Julius wasn't done running into children who'd been mistreated by someone before. At least Locke seemed to be in a better place. Though he certainly didn't regret adopting the two organic children he now watched over.

"Chaos?" Perhaps- a Chao, grown up? That was his best guess, but who was to say? Wherever Locke was from was many degrees removed from what Julius knew. Still, no harm in trying to learn- so long as he didn't push the child too hard on any answers. "I suppose that makes you and Chaos their parents, doesn't it?" A small thought. "Or perhaps,...you count as the older brother to the Chao?" A hint of a smile crept onto his face. Joking or serious, the thought was warming- at least, to Julius.

The pod had made it back into the trees, disappearing amongst the foliage- though it wouldn't be hard to follow. Branches flicked back from its path, a few leaves fell to the ground in its wake...and its engine hummed, no matter how badly it wanted to be silent. But it was happy to have at least seen the kid who'd come to meet its father today.

A small whirling beep? escaped it when it received a new message- turning back. Being followed-- confusion flickered across its code, that red optic flicking towards a question mark as its sensors tried to parse out the data.

"Be careful not to go too far!" Julius' final words were offered- though they seemed to also tether the egg pod, who practically froze in midair. It let out a small chirp of a sound, fins briefly opening only to close again. Was it okay for them to come out? All of them? Should they hide? Another egg pod wandered across the woods, almost intersecting with its sibling. It floated away, into the trees.

The egg pod that Julius had initially spotted slowly lowered closer to the ground. A single red light flicked towards the youth, curious.

Bwip?

There was some understanding that monsters weren't always what people perceived to be. Although Yggdrasil seemed like something scary like a monster, but that didn't mean it was a monster. No, Locke dealt with monsters before.

There was a frown from the teen. "I've met monsters." There was a nod as if affirming the thought to himself. "Papa told me monsters are like the people that used me." Those were true monsters. The meerkat's face relaxed slightly. "People think sometimes others are monsters like Chaos! Chaos isn't a monster, they're just protective of their friends!"

And who wouldn't be? No one wants people they love to get hurt.

"Chao are super cute! They're small and like to eat fruit a lot." There was a smile. "Chaos protects them and so do we!" It had been pressed into Locke how important it was to protect the island and especially those that lived on it. The image of chao and their eggs was held in his mind as the new machine floated to the pair.

That was definitely not a chao egg. The teen gave a small tilt of his head as he stared it down. It might not look like a chao egg, but he could see how it was similar. The red 'eye' seemed a little unnerving but it didn't stop Locke from giving several sniffs towards it. "Hm..."

His gaze followed it as it went back into the trees, a slight hesitation before he quickly walked after it, deciding to at least check it out a little closer.

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