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they're about as different as the Sun and the Moon. . .

man i love AU posting with no context At All -- might make an intro post later, but until then, 🤐🤐🤐

the bros here are called Count Bloodmarch [ pronounced Blood-Mark ] and Sir Ell

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doing this to him tomorrow

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im cold and im hungry

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> Mr.NES stimboard [ blows him up with my Mind ]

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me when i fucking GET YOU

alt:

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would you believe me if i told you this all started because nes saw a pretty man and fucking fumbled? because that's what happened. repeatedly.

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this is Mr.FAM (or Fami)! i have no clue how to describe him right now but not having his ref sheet posted was Killing me. i'll share his lore Eventually, but for now all you need to know is that he's Nes's older brother and he's perpetually exhausted forever

.....also he may or may not have dealt with M before, but . that's a story for when i have the bandwidth to infodump

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hey again

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Listen. I'm pretty sure you don't remember your identity comic, but transmasc Sailor Waddle Dee is SO underrated. I love it with all of my heart.

i remember Identity, ^_^

it is a very personal comic to me and i am happy that people seem to rlly enjoy the thought of Sailor being transmasc :O)

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crew writing - 1/29/2025

“I hope you are aware that it has been an hour since the intercom went off, General.” The sound of the typing that once filled the room came to a halt. “Please return to your assigned bedroom, we have work in the morning.” The typing then resumed, being accompanied by the beeping and buzzing of the surrounding machines. There was hardly any light on the 5th floor; it was cold and damp. Digiorno preferred to keep it this way because not only would it be easy for him to cool down but it would help the other machinery in here as well. Digiorno’s eyes are sensitive to bright lights, especially his more damaged and exposed one. So, he found it more comfortable to limit the lighting in here; the lamp he used whenever it came to paperwork was just right for him.

Tonight’s work was different and he really needed to get it done before morning hit. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, procrasinating was a problem for him, but he found his reasoning for it to be fair and understandable. The work he had to do simply just didn’t feel right to him. It was as if it was something he wasn’t made for. While he knew what it was that he had to do, it just wasn’t interesting to him at all. Sadly, Digiorno came to terms with the fact that this was something he was going to do forever. Minutes passed and Digiorno still hasn’t heard any movement from Cesare. Were they just standing there? Raising a brow and huffing, Digiorno turns his head completely around to check what exactly was happening behind him.

Oh, he was right; Cesare was just standing there. Digiorno squints, trying to register what exactly they were looking at. The General was wrapped in a blanket, trembling. Their “hair horns” weren’t present.

“Is there a problem, General?” Digiorno asked.

“I can’t sleep.”

Digiorno’s expression softened. Oh, so there is a problem. The robot hums, it’s body finally joins the direction his head was facing, the chair also turning with him. It kept it’s hands folded and on their lap, back straightened as it always was. Digiorno began to think, maybe he could provide some advice on what can help them fall asleep quicker? He could provide some melatonin, a warm drink, or maybe--

“Can I stay with you?” Cesare interrupted his thinking. He perks his head up and processed the question. Cesare wanted his company. Huh. Okay. Digiorno turns back to glance over to his work; he still had a lot to finish. Now scratching the back of their head, they sighed as they turn to face Cesare again. “I .. suppose you can. I hope you don’t mind the noise, and please watch your step; there are cables everywhere.” Digiorno watches Cesare grab a nearby chair and move it closer to his, now sitting down next to him. It fully turns right back around to face the screen again, going back to it’s previous task.

Cesare stares at the screen that was now in front of her. So many words. So many numbers.

Oh my god, this is fucking boring.

Apparently, it was so boring to the point Cesare started feeling drowsy. They hold onto their blanket just a little tighter as they lean against Digiorno. The robot felt this and glanced down at the other for just a moment. It felt warmth rise to it’s cheeks; his body almost immediately releasing steam. It wasn’t long until Cesare fell right asleep. They seemed somewhat comfortable in their current position and Digiorno noticed this. Was he bothered by it? No, no not really. However, this did mean he was gonna have some trouble moving without waking up the other.

..Whoops.

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the only thing [to ever exist]

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still here

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buckshot roulette is great until you lose all the fucking money in double or nothing

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[waow!]

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totino

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