#(emdualism)

[iiguess]

✏️ (mainverse sam and pat pls!!)

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[tomahawk-swing]

(( ☕️ I'd like to hear what Tomahawk thinks about how different the future's going to be :0 ))

Send “☕️” + a TOPIC and my muse will spill their honest thoughts and opinions on it

"I mean... I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it wasn't a tiny bit scary. It is scary, knowing that everything I know, the Net, Navis, even the humans 'round me... we'll all be gone someday."

"With how much Navis are helping humans out, it's a bit sad to know they're gonna evolve past that, y'know? There's gonna be a day when they plug the last fully sentient Navi out, and it'll be it. We'll just be a page in history books."

"There's tons of stuff to be excited about, though! And I'm glad to know the future's not gonna be like the stuff we saw in Beyondard, so that's a good thing, at least! But it's probably best if I don't think about it too much. It'll just bum me out."

[oh-nxts-and-bxlts]

⭐️ ((Whichever one of em you'd like, for Diggy))

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Given Pat tends to write a fair amount in his diary, and likely has a lot of supplies on hand to leave notes out and about, Diggy tends to see a lot more of his handwriting than she does for anyone else. She has let him know on a few occasions she thought his handwriting was pretty cute, much to the embarrassment of the young boy.

To be fair, fine motor function isn't Diggy's strong suit, so her handwriting is absolutely atrocious, which she's never been shy to mention either, despite Pat's best efforts to be positive about it. She kind of wishes she could write all neatly like him, but her jacked-up writing style is pretty much part of her, so she honestly kind of doesn't mind. It's got character, in the same way that that one pointy bit of stone digging between your buttcheeks when you sit on a boulder does.

On the topic of writing though, Diggy has been making a continued effort to gift Pat with a journal that Rey wouldn't be able to destroy. It's not so much in preparation for the fact he'd WANT to do so as it is a way for her to prove a point to the meaner twin. So far, Rey has consistently managed to break every single "journal" she gave Pat, even the ones with a padlock and a cover made out of metal junk.

One of those journals was in fact broken when Rey threw it out of his window, only for it to land on Diggy's noggin', a few stories down.

So far, neither have given up the competition.

[cloakedspurs]

Sure, the comment about the gizmo exploding had mostly been dry banter on his part, a small warning even-but the shifty sharp-eyed kid didn't appear bothered in the slightest. He held the seemingly overheating, crackling MP3 looking device like it was nothing-didn't even wince like humans often do when they hold those broiling drinks of theirs.

"....Wouldn't be the one in danger, aye?" Eight said quietly.

Still, the cowboy's stolid expression remained unchanged as the kid prattled on. Eh prankster- Shade figured. The kid must have been in the middle of something. Until again- another sharp ping reached his radar,prompting the robot to once again narrow his hidden eyes on the gizmo that was now ablaze with sparks.

"My hat? Course' it's running fine,kid." Eight muttered. "It's not the one catching in flames." Then he shifted his visors directly at Rey.

"....Now-what are ya really carrying there?"

As the kid drew nearer, the robot's tinted visors continued to watch him. Well, what do ya know? It really was just a kid. For a second he was beginning to think that this was just in fact another bot, but nope-up close Eight could see, clear as day-that this was a full flower sniffin' human.

Still- Shade said nothing when the uppity kid marched in closer with puffed up shoulders. And at his rather rightful demand for an answer, the tall robot returned nothing but a silent stare, yet he remained in place.

Again, the central red light on his hat gave a sharp distorted pinged. Prompting Eight's camera eyes to narrow in on the new arrival until he spotted it.....-the device Rey was holding. Interesting...

"Think.....-think that could use some repairing." Shade finally rasped, as he eyed the device. "Got the feelin' that thing is just about to explode on ya kid-any second now...-any second now."

[rjhamster]

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@em-dualism​  ||  [x]

A certain someone needed a snack and berries weren’t cutting it anymore. Fortunately, if there was one thing Rey knew how to do, it was to utilize his resources. And why waste their hard-earned cash on a little malasada? Even if their workers were as diligent as could be, both he and a certain ghost of his were well practiced in getting what they wanted… especially now that all of their training had paid off.

That was how the boy and his now-Banette gained a pair of pastries and a pair of cheeky grins. What Rey didn’t expect, however, was to be caught so soon. Or… was he? The lump of bread landing at his feet was a surprise, and he was quick to turn to the source, trying not to look conspicuous… until he saw who it was.

“You..?!” A pause. That look on Dingo’s face didn’t look like it was merely from realizing thievery had taken place. “…Geez, someone poison your food or something?” His shoulders dropped back as he started nonchalantly munching his snack. “This better not be poison too or you guys’re gonna have to pay us back.”

Dingo almost picked up the malasada so he could finish it. He couldn’t forgive himself for wasting such good food. Being angry was one thing, but ruining a perfectly good malasada ? That made Dingo want to punch someone - maybe himself ...

Fate had brought Dingo a very punchable face. When he heard the familiar voice, and notably its tone, Dingo felt even more anger rush through his veins. “I was at the shop a minute ago. You weren’t buying that malasada.” He growled, forgetting the previous reasons of his anger.

“Where did you get it ?! Did you steal it ?” Dingo grabbed Rey by the collar, not leaving him a chance to reply. “Give me the money ! Now !!”

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

@em-dualism is an amazing roleplayer and person! She's sweet and kind, and is one of the nicest people I know! In her writing I hear Pat and Rey so much and she is amazing at bringing them to life! Continue being awesome my dear friend!

[iiguess]

(Deity offering, for mainverse Sam) Pat leaves behind a carefully preserved branch of arborvitae. A plant symbolizing longevity... in life, but more importantly in friendships. "...For both of us, I'd like to hope." She'd always seemed so fleeting. Moving on the whims of some unknown. If anyone would understand what he truly needed right now, it would be her. A moment of rest, a moment to simply not have to worry about whatever the world was going to do. He set a cup of tea beside the branch, holding another one himself and sipping quietly. Leaving only when the moment was done.

[ If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine? || accepting! ]

Sam was always somewhere.

It didn't matter where, honestly; no matter what she did, no matter what friendships she's made, the watch ( and her phone ) made sure to transport her to some other world—-be it old or new, dangerous or not. She was almost constantly traveling ( even when she didn't want to be ). It was inconvenient at best and life-threatening at worst, sprouting a new worry for the next time she'd be plucked from one dimension and dropped into the next.

So this? This... gift? This small moment of somber peace Pat's given to her? Sam cherished it. From the way she held the branch in her hands, to the way she took the tea ( unfortunately cold by the time she's hopped back into this world ), watching as the liquid's surface rippled with each minute movement... This was a chance to breathe and be still. To simply exist, for the moment. Something would always happen, for good or for worse. But at least she can enjoy the calm before the storm.

The fine china's lifted to her lips for a moment, then lowered once more, placed back in its rightful place besides the branch.

...He would've appreciated this too, she thinks.

And like that, the girl disappears once more, leaving no trace of her behind—-nothing but a single well-kept branch and an empty teacup.

For the both of them, indeed.

[tomahawk-swing]

Data from Dingo's computer.

A flicker of the computer screen. It came alive just as Pat walked inside the small bedroom, as if reacting to his very presence.

Windows opened on the old screen at the click of an invisible mouse, displays popping one over the other. Old email conversations, scrolling, scrolling...

Conversations between Dingo or Tomahawkman, and Pat. Right click, properties. Another panel opened, displaying intricate lines of codes. Highlight. Coordinates...

Whoever was controlling the computer, they were figuring something out. Valuable information... deliberately offered hints.

[ @em-dualism ]

[iiguess]

"Uh. Do you want me to throw you anything up there?"

“ if you can, sure! i mean, the chocolate cake’s nice and all, but i’ll probably need a fork for it, so if you can toss one my way that’d be nice—- ”

[iiguess]

♡ (for mainverse! you could also include Rey if you want to lol)

[ PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME || accepting! ]

PAT:

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

REY:

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[iiguess]

(monomono!)

[ Send 'monomono' to recieve a gift from my muse courtesy of the monomono machine! || accepting! ]

CHERRY BLOSSOM BOUQUET

A bouquet of cherry tree branches. In the language of flowers, cherry blossoms mean “an exquisite beauty".

" hey, pat! catch! "

—-And there goes the bouquet of flowers, soaring through the air and landing right in Pat's hands ( that is, if he managed to catch it in time ).

" guess what? i somehow managed to get a free bouquet! it's really pretty and all, but i think it's better with someone who isn't partially allergic to flowers. "

[iiguess]

🌟 ✨ 😊 ((honestly all of them?? but these are the big ones I think c: ))

[  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. || accepting! ]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) ✨ ― i love the way you write 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

OOC. gRAMMMM!! We really ought to talk more asdhaldkhsad-- Still, thank you!

[iiguess]

@em-dualism​ replied to this post:

"Well... I don't think I trust my aim with a fork but I can do a water bottle, heads up!" Yeet!! He is much preferring to just go along with this as opposed to entering the rabbit hole by asking too many questions.

“ ah—- ”

Well. There certainly was a water bottle up there now.

“ ...i can probably get it down later. yeah. ”

[oh-nxts-and-bxlts]

@em-dualism

It often occured to Diggy that her friend repertoire had grown conscequently in a handful of years. Looking back on the history of her meetings of new people, she often felt overwhelmed by a sentiment of fondness - or annoyance, depending on who was concerned. But allowing such a wander of the mind often lead to her remembering that she had not met people in a while, or that she needed to pay urgent visit to someone she had not seen in a while.

One such person was “Pat” Patrick Springs, one of the nicest humans she’d ever met, abnormal only through his almost unnatural ability for kindness (and grass green hair, but that could be entirely blamed on weird genetics). Not having seen an otherwise very sweet and happy kid, especially considering their fondness for their friends, had filled the small ‘bot with an immediate, and deep, sense of dread. Enough that Diggy figured that, with any luck, he wouldn’t mind a surprise visit!

She would bring snacks! And a nice notepad with crayons! Oh, and take him someplace nice too! She just needed to hustle to one of the few cracks in reality she knew lead to his dimension, take a plunge, then come see him with much affection and care! Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy! She just happened to even remember the crack she’d first used to discover his reality - she just had to sneak into a building or two, how hard could it be?

Loaded with the self-promised precious items, and possessed with a deep desire to make right to her friend, Diggy failed to account for a very simple, but crucial, detail. Which was what had happened to her, the first time she HAD indeed visited the green-haired boy’s dimension of static waves and ultra-futuristic cities of glass.

Which Diggy remembered very abruptly as she, in fact, didn’t feel the ground beneath the foot that stepped out from the breach, feeling her weight tumble forward, with her chest barreling through soon after. A glimpse of a rapidly spinning, sprawling garbage dump was revealed to the free-falling ‘bot, and, in a great moment of loneliness, the small ‘bot remembered exactly what she’d managed to forget, likely due to cranial trauma.

“Aw, nuts-” She barely had the time to breathe out, before the wind of her free-fall swallowed her voice, leaving her to scream and flail on the relatively long way down. Her landing was, once again, abrupt, and marked by her sinking a few feet into the garbage layer with a crunch of compacted trash, in a perfect starfish pose.

Hopefully, no one saw that.

[iiguess]

(physical touch ask meme) Pat approaches Sam and gently takes her hand, giving a handshake of solidarity.

{ Share how your Muse feels about my Muse through physical touches. No words. || accepting! }

Sam immediately nods and shakes his hand back. After the things they’ve both witnessed Dingo doing? There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Pat could be considered an ally.

Solidarity indeed.