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To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but... If we're not supposed to dance, Why all this music?

Independent, multi-muse RP blog feat. ANDROID 17 [dbz], ATEM [ygo], and VIKTOR [arcane]. Blog is headcanon-based, selective, literate, multi-ship + multi-verse, and 18+. Open to OCs, AUs, crossovers, duplicates, and so-on. Writer is 30+. RULES & MUSES & WRITER & INBOX

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 💭 roh..... unless you prefer a different muse. i'm open to Any

🔵 'ONE THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER' meme . ACCEPTING

'Okay, is it just a law of nature that the smallest dogs yap the loudest, or what? Seriously; I know that guy got bullied growing up. This is like walking, talking proof that smacking kids doesn't work.'

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robert pattinson, on his consistent lies // david lynch // will wood, on his fake daughter // kurt vonnegut // tumblr user intactics

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“Ooh, the humble-brag, huh? Smart. Making sure everybody knows you play guitar but also knows that you have a totally ironic sense of humor about it so you don't immediately turn off every girl in the place. ...Or boy, I guess. Whatever floats your douche-canoe.”

"Okay then; so 85% six-foot-whatever, jacked, and long hair; and 15% being that guy at the party who brings a guitar out after like two beers to make sure everyone knows he knows the opening bars of Smells Like Teen Spirit. Got it."

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what Seventeen sounds like being invited to things once he's determined that @regulus-regent is actually a pretty okay battle buddy for him, if by 'battle' one in fact means 'casual social gathering'

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"Okay then; so 85% six-foot-whatever, jacked, and long hair; and 15% being that guy at the party who brings a guitar out after like two beers to make sure everyone knows he knows the opening bars of Smells Like Teen Spirit. Got it."

"Hey! I might be six-three, jacked up, and have long hair but I also have a guitar! And a piano! And a violin! And I can play all of them! I'm also nice to women because I was raised right!"

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💭

🔵 'ONE THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER' meme . ACCEPTING

‘Oh boy; let me take a wild guess here: ‘look at me; I’m six-foot-whatever, jacked, and have long hair, so of course I’m legally required to make these things like 85% of my personality’. Why is that always how it goes with these guys?’

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For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

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smash or pass + ninazu bc i need to know, 17

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“You think it gets old for girls, wondering if every guy they know is gross about them behind their backs?” he grumps back absently. Mostly, he just stays preoccupied with the lug wrench. “Look; she's cute. I've got eyes. Do the math, I guess; but also, like--...come on. She's a nice girl. You know the type — nice school, nice work, nice friends; all that. She doesn't need some scruffy guy like me sniffing around.”

A beat, and he cuts a knowing, side-long look up at his companion.

“Or you, for that matter. So don’t even.”

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Piccolo 👀

🔵 'SEND A NAME/URL AND I'LL GOSSIP ABOUT THE RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC' meme . ACCEPTING

Alright. So.

As things currently stand, the fact that there's Something Weird going on between them is a laughably open secret. The question isn't actually whether or not the weirdness exists in the first place -- (it does, they both know it, and everyone who's seen them together over the course of the last few months probably knows it too) -- but rather where it's leading, whether or not they'll let it go there, and what words, if any, might be the best suited for describing it.

And, really--? None of that is actually too surprising, once you get over the kneejerk 'wait, didn't y'all both try really hard to knock each other's blocks off that one time?' feeling about it.

(Besides, they still try really hard to knock each other's blocks off on the regular. That part hasn't actually changed.)

The thing about Seventeen -- (or one of the many things, really) -- is that he's a coyote at heart, and most people are simply not equipped or willing to deal with that in a long-term, intimate way without expecting him to ultimately transition into a ‘normal’ member of society for them. Figuratively speaking, Seventeen might pass well enough for a dog at a glance; but he chafes under social trappings and obligations in ways that most people don't, and mistrusts anything that, to him, looks or feels too much like a leash. He has a tendency to fight against any form of containment even if doing so isn't actually in his best interests, and he's not above burning perfectly good things to the ground just to buck the sensation of being caged or tied down.

For obvious reasons, this makes him generally ill-suited for lasting, consistent relationships of any kind with the overwhelming majority of people.

But then, here comes Piccolo, who, as it turns out, doesn't really belong at humanity's figurative social table any more than Seventeen does.

While their individual manners of perceiving and navigating this sense of otherness may be different, the fundamental, strangely shared truth of it is that they both are outsiders in their own ways, and they each make the conscious choice to not assimilate into the rat race of society at large. What this has meant for them over the last few months is that [a] neither of them treats the other's way of existing or engaging with the world as a thing in need of fixing, and [b] neither of them expects the other to become or act 'more human/more domesticated' in order to advance/solidify/contextualize the relationship slowly taking shape between them.

In sum, they vibe weirdly well.

On Seventeen's end, it's pretty much the first time he hasn't felt as though he's being lured into a live-capture trap for the purpose of unwilling rehabilitation, the way he does with other people. Which, in turn, makes him curious. Makes him exploratory. Makes him bold.

Given the way that the last several months have gone, Seventeen is fairly certain that Piccolo has at least some kind of feeling for him, that's exclusively for him. There are others that Piccolo clearly regards as comrades, of course, and there are those among them that Piccolo is content to allow into his personal space; but as far as Seventeen can tell (and believe me, he's been watching), there's nobody other than him that Piccolo not only accepts casual touch from on the regular, but also makes a conscious and consistent point to touch back, of his own accord. Seventeen might have started this whole thing, but Piccolo has kept it going every step of the way. Whatever it is that's going on between them, it’s only between them; and they’re both active, knowing participants within that framework. If Piccolo was a human, Seventeen would almost certainly interpret all of this as an indication of at least some measure of romantic and/or physical interest.

The obvious follow-up here though is that Piccolo isn't human. Neither of them are. And so here Seventeen is, months into this whole back-and-forth-slowly-escalating-Thing they’ve got going on, hesitating to let himself interpret it in the way that seems reasonable/obvious to him, precisely because he doesn’t know if that’s actually the reasonable/obvious interpretation on Piccolo’s end too. He's never actually seen any evidence or gotten any particular impression that Piccolo has an urge for sex or partnership or anything of that sort in the first place. All Seventeen has which might possibly suggest such a thing is this weird little dynamic they've been going distinctly and uncharacteristically out of their ways to build with each other, while also doing everything in their powers to avoid actually talking about or naming it. Seventeen knows what this whole thing looks like from his own perspective, but he doesn’t know what it looks like from Piccolo’s; and honestly he’s not really sure if Piccolo knows what he makes of it yet either.

As of right now, Seventeen is about this fucking close to breaking the unspoken rule they’ve both been abiding by — (that talking about whatever This is might somehow break it if they dare to mention it prematurely) — and directly addressing the game they’ve clearly been playing with each other. Pushing the envelope to a point where they simply have to acknowledge the elephant in the room, even if imperfectly, and see how things shake out from there. After all, he's never been great at playing safe for too long.

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SEND ME A CHARACTER/URL of someone I interacted with, and I'll gossip about the relationship dynamic with that character

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when a country person has a lifted truck i can’t argue with that. you gotta go off da road i understand. through the mud and stuff. when fucking jeff next door lifts his truck it’s like whatcha gonna do with that jeff. put the fear of your front bumper into everybody in this trader joe’s parking lot ?

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A pass, huh? Sometimes, maybe -- and really, that alone is testament to Seventeen's sense of mercy. After all, Picc does make an awfully cute face when he's thinking hard...

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[ continued from here, with @dragvnsovl ]

(It occurs to Seventeen, in a half-formed way, that he has no memory of when or why he'd ever learned this. He brushes the thought aside before it can cast a shadow on his face.)

“Yeah, yeah,” he husks, securing the knot and scanning the tie's length critically. His eyes are on his hands, but the words are warm and agreeably uttered. "Man of many unexpected talents, right here. Who knew, huh?"

He cuts a brief, lidded look up at Piccolo as he tucks the ends of the tie back into the suit jacket, the sweep of his lashes and just-so cock of one brow far too calculated to be anything other than teasing. 'Do I make you nervous like this?' he almost asks, even if he's sure he knows the answer. For the moment though, he's merciful; and his smile shifts from that of a cat who's gotten into the cream to one marginally -- marginally -- more sympathetic. He skates up Piccolo's sternum to straighten his collar and lapels.

“Listen,” he starts. “Relax. Don’t look so miserable — you’ll be done before you know it. You’ll sit in an auditorium for a bit, a bunch of nerds will give elevator pitches about their science projects, some old guy will pat them on the head for being such smart little boys and girls, and then you’ll be right back here to change and eat and hang out with the cool people. Namely me. So--.”

He finally looks up again, satisfied with his handiwork, and meets those dark eyes directly. He tilts his head, prompting.

“Good?”

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[ continued from here, with @dragvnsovl ]

It doesn't take Piccolo long to cotton on. Seventeen, for his own part, feels the smirk without having to look, and answers it with one of his own, half-hidden as it is by the way his mouth remains pillowed against his joined fists.

It's something neither of them have quite chanced to point out directly -- (this ritual of companionable, yet explorative touching that's taken tentative shape over the course of several months) -- and while Piccolo has proven amusingly tolerant of the odd little game, he's also proven more participatory than Seventeen would once have ever expected. Tonight, it seems, is little different in that respect; and the twining of their ankles beneath the table comes as both a charming escalation and welcome diversion from the buzz of social activity around them. After a moment of simply reflecting upon the novelty, Seventeen lifts his head and drops his forearms onto the table in a loosely folded sprawl, radiating something mutedly, but warmly pleased.

"So bold today, Piccolo," he murmurs sidelong. A subtle shift of his own leg brings them into easy alignment from knee to foot. "You know, if you wanted a cuddle, all you had to do was ask."

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❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

🔵 'AN ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS' meme . ACCEPTING

That earns a chuff from nearby.

"Funny. And I thought we were the dramatic ones." Materializing at Gero's elbow, he hinges at the hip, slotting himself shoulder and rib directly into what had been the good doctor's workspace. "Let’s see what's got you all out of sorts this time around, then—."

(Not that it matters. Not really. Already he's planted his elbows, commandeered a corner of the keyboard, and begun scrolling — though whether he's actually reading the monitor or simply needling Gero with the impudence is up for debate.)

"Boring…boring…yikes, super boring. You know what; forget I asked. You do need a real hobby." He abandons the keys just as brusquely as he’d claimed them and turns, hands finding characteristic homes upon both hips. "Like, I don't know — build some bird houses or something. Get all weird about vacuuming in perfectly straight lines. Whatever it is old guys do.”