#Pluto's Corner

[penncilkid]

Redacted ask game. If you haven’t done it already. ,,,, 35. 🔫 /aff

35: Okay so I will give this honor to the DAMN Crossover in Freelancer S1! Here's how it went down:

"Ooo okay this is that Gavin guy they told me about! Loving the vibes, I'll start piecing—"

"Wait who's... are... are we in love with our guidance counselor— Is this even allowed—"

And then I promptly discovered I was several episodes into the season, started from the beginning, and really haven't looked back since? (/lh /pos) Freelancer Seasons 1-3/Current are one of my favorite series on the channel and that's held up to this day. I got up to the qualifiers for the E&E Games (Vincent/Lovely's video to be specific) before I realized I needed more context before I got to Inversion, so I started going back and getting through the other playlists.

I officially got caught up when "that one audio where Lovely ate shit on the side of a mountain" dropped, which is also when I started using Tumblr more seriously/actively. So yeah! I love my SPIN (because it feels far past a hyperfixation) and I'm glad I'm still here /pos

[penncilkid]

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?"

PLUTO WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW? </3 /POS

Been in a weird writing funk for a few months now so I thought I'd try to write something small for y'all here. Of course, it is Milo/Sweetheart. Of course it is a comfort fic. This seems to be the theme when I am not in the best of spirits. Anyway, writing below the cut!!

"Sweets! I'm home!" Milo called as soon as he was in the door. The house was dark, something he noticed when he pulled into their driveway. The text that Milo sent to Sweetheart saying he was on his way home went ignored, which was unusual. The house was quiet too, which was also unusual.

Well, almost quiet, as the meows of Aggro started coming through the house as the cat made his way to Milo. Aggro found him as he was just putting his keys and wallet down, rubbing up against his legs and meowing up at him. He seemed a bit stressed more than usual, which worried him.

"Hi buddy," Milo said, a small smile on his face, bending down to pet him. "Where's Sweetheart?"

The cat blinked up at him for a second before taking off down the hallway. Milo followed without hesitation, worry creasing his brows. He knew that nothing bad had happened, but he still couldn't help but worry. They had bailed on the plans with the pack tonight because something came up at work again. They had been going nonstop for weeks at this point, early mornings leading to late evenings. It wasn't good for them, Milo could say that much. The tension that they carried in their body the last little bit was not fun to watch, or the growing dark circles under their eyes. Milo wished he could stop time every time he heard Sweetheart's alarm go off and they begrudgingly dragged themselves out of bed. Just to give them a few more moments of rest that he knew they deserved.

When Milo got to the bedroom, Aggro was staring at the closed door in front of him. Odd. Normally Sweetheart would leave it open enough for Aggro to come and go freely.

"Is this what had you so worried?" Milo asked him, to which he got a meow in response. Milo knocked gently on the door, ear pressed close to hear if they were in there. He didn't hear anything. A frown edged his lips. "Sweetheart? You in here?"

When he didn't get a response, he opened the door and stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dark fast and spotting a figure curled up in the bed. Aggro bolted under his feet and was on the bed in a split second. The figure on the bed stirred a bit as Aggro sniffed around before settling beside them.

As Milo turned on the bedside lamp, he realized that Sweetheart had fallen asleep still in their work clothes. He sighed, glad that they were okay and unharmed. He brushed some hair out of their face, hand trailing down their cheek afterwards. Sweetheart stirred a bit more, eyes blinking open at the touch.

"Well hello there," Milo said, a small giggle breaking out from under his breath. He still was rubbing gentle circles into their cheek.

"What time..." Sweetheart slurred, reaching for their phone that was haphazardly placed beside them. If Milo had to guess, they were likely on it before falling asleep, and it dropped when they were finally out. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Just after ten," Milo answered them when they frowned at their now dead phone. "Just got home."

"Sorry," Sweetheart muttered, rubbing their eyes.

"Don't apologize," Milo said, fondness dripping from his words. "But, I tell you what. Why don't you finally get out of these clothes and put on some pyjamas? It might be a bit more comfortable."

Sweetheart nodded, sitting up with the guidance of Milo's hands, a yawn spiling from their lips.

"Stay here," Milo whispered to them, crossing the room to the dresser, rooting around for a pair of pyjamas.

"You don't have to--" Sweetheart started.

"I want to, though," Milo cut them off, already walking back. "I'm still wondering how you were able to fall asleep like this," he said jokingly, placing the pyjamas beside them and plucking off their glasses.

"Was tired after work, and it was, like, 7 PM by the time I got home. I had already eaten so I was just gonna lay down for a little bit. Looks like I ended up falling asleep," Sweetheart explained.

"It must have been a long day," Milo commented, reaching for their wrist so that he could take off their watch. He kissed along their knuckles when he was done, and he just caught the small smile that graced their lips at the motion.

"Something like that," Sweetheart sighed.

He turned to place the items on the bedside table as Sweetheart started to change. When that was done, he reached for their phone to plug it in, already setting the alarms that they set every night in the process. It was quiet in the room, but Milo didn't mind that. As long as he could feel Sweetheart's aura pulsing from them in time with their core, that was all he needed. Not to mention Sweetheart was still half asleep, there probably wasn't anything that they wanted to talk about.

"Are you hungry?" Milo asked after he finished his tasks, pressing a kiss into Sweetheart's shoulder. "When was the last time you ate?"

"At six," Sweetheart said. "Supper was bought for us when we had to stay behind. It was very nice actually. Though..."

"You want a small snack don't you?" Milo teased, already moving back toward the kitchen. "The usual?"

"Please," Sweetheart said. There was a pause before Milo heard their feet come padding behind him. "I love you," They added from behind him.

"I love you too," Milo said, hand instinctively reaching behind him. Sweetheart's fingers intertwined with them in a heartbeat, making Milo's chest fill with warmth. "Some would even say I love you more."

"Impossible," Sweetheart said, chuckling.

In the kitchen, Sweetheart didn't break away from him until he handed them their smoothie drink from the fridge. Milo grabbed the last of the strawberries from the fridge, and grabbed a bowl and a knife, before settling beside where they sat on the counter.

"How was the party?" Sweetheart asked. "Did you have fun?"

"Not as much fun as I would've if you were there," Milo said sincerely. He loves his pack, of course he does, but he also loves showing off for Sweetheart who loves his antics. Secretly.

"Oh, stop," Sweetheart said, but even when they took a sip of their drink they weren't able to hide their smile.

"And the pack missed you," Milo added. "Got asked where you were at least every few minutes for the first, like, half hour."

"They missed me that much?"

"You've barely been around for three weeks at this point, Sweets, of course they have," Milo said. "They love you."

Sweetheart didn't answer, but Milo could sense that they were glowing without even looking at them. When he did glance at them, he was caught by their beauty again. Even like this, with their hair a mess, cheeks red with sleep, and the last remaining lines fading from their skin. God, was he ever lucky to have them.

When Sweetheart realized what he was doing, they groaned, pushing his face away from them. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?" Milo asked.

Sweetheart didn't answer, just grumbled something, much to Milo's amusement. "Just focus on the strawberries before you cut your finger off."

"Please," Milo said, "I could do this in my sleep."

"I'm not rushing you to the hospitable if you hurt yourself," Sweetheart said.

"Sure," Milo said. "The love of my life, my mate, wouldn't bat an eye if I accidentally cut myself."

"I wouldn't," Sweetheart said.

"Which is totally reasonable," Milo said, "especially after I've been terrorizing you with my lov--ow!"

Milo dropped the knife, clutching his right thumb with his other hand. Sweetheart immediately reacted, placing their drink down and grabbing for his hand.

"What did I tell you! Here, let me see," They chided, brows creasing together as they pried his fingers away from his thumb to see--nothing. Sweetheart stared at his thumb for a few moments, blinking, before they groaned again. "You jerk!" They said, lightly pushing him away. "I was worried about you!"

"So you do worry when I hurt myself," Milo teased.

"You're evil," Sweetheart grumbled, crossing their arms.

Milo hummed, scootching over so that he could settle between their legs, a hand automatically settling on their thigh. "You love me," he said, his other hand coming up to cup the back of their neck and pull them in for a kiss. For someone who thought he was evil, they sure did respond to his touch, melting into him the second their lips touched.

"Evil," they muttered against his lips, though with considerably no force behind it.

"Will this make up for it?" Milo asked after he pulled away, reaching for the bowl beside them and presenting it.

"Maybe," Sweetheart said. They accepted the offered bowl.

"Dork," Milo muttered fondly, stealing a strawberry half. Sweetheart didn't respond, just wrinkling their nose at him. "Do you have the weekend off?"

Sweetheart nodded. "Finally."

"Perfect," Milo said, smiling.

"I swear to God if you say 'like you'--"

"Like you," Milo said, chuckling when Sweetheart lightly smacked his chest. "Eat, so we can go to bed."

--END--

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Misfit 4? Nah, misfit 5.

[eucacici]

Part 2 of my art trade with @yasbeych

The girls are fightingggggggg. Yes, those are two starscreams. No, skyfire is not going to break them up XD. He's letting them have their fun

[fadedrainbowbookshelves]

He was just trying to get something mailed, he didn't come to be offended.

[waywardsalt]

smt iv is a great game but i do fucking hate pluto castle

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

@koboldisnotfree

Messy little Pluto. I love her. Her death BROKE ME

[hypnagogics]

missing u hours…. sigh……

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I cant believe you'd deny him his premonokuma swarm spaghetti

He’s just gonna have to go to a secluded corner of the school or something. He can’t keep getting away with it

[the1bidding]

Trying to draw other characters and I’m so used to only drawing Damien that I can’t draw gregory. Fuck you Gregory this is your fault

[plutosfallenangel]

Sea Urchin - a short poem

I've never experienced stillness quite like this before, tranquility that generously sits below the base of my body. I couldn't begin to describe the rhythmic patterns I feel underneath my feet as I write.

Stillness for a moment, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a net cast out with a single mission to catch me after weathering the harshest swells and seasons.

With each waved that passed, I adopted a new version of myself, a version who could face even the deadliest of sharks and the deepest of depths. Maturing into something stronger, something the wind couldn't even bare to break. But when the tension finally broke beneath the surface you could find yourself staring at a lone sea urchin, who over the millennia evolved to withstand rising tides and cold darkened waters.

Upon reaching the shore, a grim realization bubbled to the surface that this extra armor could no longer be shed. It had grown to become such a part of my being that there finally wasn't any room between us anymore. That hard-shelled thing had not only become an exterior, it became me and I became it.

It wasn't until my eyes were able to rest upon a real sunset that I was able to see what light I had laid throughout the dark skies. I had once forgotten those glimmers. It was only then, while cast away in such waters that I had left behind light to remember my way back home. Light that lasted as long as the stars do. Shooting stars. As I watched the sun bend to the edge of the horizon, a shooting star passed by, and I got to remembering, I've finally found my way back home.

And as the light from my long forgotten star slowly dissipated into the sky, an unfamiliar feeling slowly crept over the snugly fit armor around me and somewhere off in the distance I heard the ocean ring these words,

How can one embrace true release in life if they're not willing to surrender themselves entirely to the experience of it. You can't fix what was never broken, but you also can't grow without a little rain either.

03/14/23

[penncilkid]

I FINALLY GOT TO READ THIS NOW THAT FINALS HAVE FINISHED AND MY WORK SCHEDULE STOPPED KICKING MY ASS, OH MY GODS!!!!

LIVEBLOGGING NOTES, AS PROMISED (pulled from Discord):

[Terra/Caelus Liveblog Shenanigans] -Let's get into it takes a seat -"squeaking in excitement" AGH /POS -Terra, my beloved, my adored, never change /pos -"He already packed her sneakers, just in case." WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW /POS -If Terra/Caelus have zero fans, I'm DEAD /lh /pos -NEW MUGS? /POS -"That's cheating." // "That's gambling, my friend," Cackling /pos -["I think they fit us perfectly." // "I think they do too, Love," Caelus said, tone soft.] SOMEONE SEDATE ME /POS

NO ONE GETS THEM LIKE I DO (besides Pluto but they created them so IT DOESN'T COUNT), YOUR HONOR, YOUR HONOR, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, TERRA AND CAELUS ARE SO— AGH /POS

PLUTO, HAND OVER DESIGN NOTES/DETAILS, I HAVE APHANTASIA, I CAN'T SEE THE BANANA (/REF), BUT I'D DRAW THEM IF I COULD, PLEEEEEEEEASE /POS

For the prompt post: Terra/Caelus in a modern/no magic/human AU 👀 just them being them in a different font

Jumping ahead in the cue a bit because I'm trying to write a separate thing for them and I need to work on their characterizations.

For those who don't know who Terra/Caelus are, they are my two god characters in the universe that I am building. Where this is a human/no magic AU I'm not gonna talk about the facts that I have about them to catch people up to speed (but I WILL give them if someone asks, I will tell you so much if you ask I can't shut up about them) and we'll see where this goes.

Anyway, moving on, and I'm not paying attention to anything specific this time around so it will be under the cut ^^

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"Love," Caelus said quietly, poking his head into the room. "Are you awake?"

"No," Terra grumbled, turning away from the door.

"Oh, okay," Caelus said. "Guess I'm going to the farmers market by myself today. That's fine, you need your rest--"

Terra was turned back around in a heartbeat, making Caelus chuckle. "We're going to the farmer's market?" She asked.

"That's what we agreed on last night, yes," Caelus confirmed.

"Who's gonna be there?"

"Well, there's no way to know for sure, but I heard through the grapevine that the smoothie maker you love so much--"

That got Terra out of bed, squeaking in excitement. She rushed around the room, clamouring to get ready. Caelus openly laughed this time, the sound reverberating in his chest.

"I'll get our bags ready," Caelus said, dipping back out of the room.

By the time he was ready, Terra came tearing out of the room. "Come on, let's go," she said.

"Shoes," Caelus said.

"Right, that would be important." She bent to grab her sandals, and Caelus raised an eyebrow.

"You sure you want to wear those?" He asked. "You know how much walking we have to do."

"It goes with the outfit, I'll be fine," Terra said. Caelus just sighed, a small smile spread across his face. He already packed her sneakers, just in case.

When Terra straightened again, Caelus held out a granola bar. "I'm not even hungry," Terra countered.

"You will be in about five minutes. It takes fifteen until we're there, and then probably another ten before we get any kind of food in our hands," Caelus said. Terra took the granola bar with a huff, rolling her eyes.

Caelus kissed her cheek before opening the door. Terra flounced through, smiling. As he was closing the door, she spun back around.

"My bag--"

Caelus held it out to her.

"Oh. Well, thank you. What about--"

"It's all in there. And I have the keys," Caelus answered.

"I really can take care of myself," Terra said.

"You can, but you were busy and excited, and I know that you get forgetful when you're like that," Caelus reasoned, turning to lock the door. "Besides, it's you. I don't mind taking care of you."

"Well, thank you anyway," Terra said. Caelus didn't have to look to see she was flustered. He could hear it in her voice.

"You'd do the same for me," Caelus reminded. He turned back to her, reaching his hand out, "Come on, let's get going before it gets too busy."

Terra took his hand, smiling. There wasn't much conversation between the two of them on the walk down, but that was fine by Caelus' means. He got to watch Terra take in the scenery, munching on the granola bar that he gave her. She was as handsome as ever like that, early sunlight making her glow. There would be a few things along their walk that would spark dialogue between them, usually in the form of Terra remembering a fact that she told him about certain landmarks or ones that were tangentially related to whatever train of thought she had in her head. It was always something new with her.

For example, they were passing by a construction site that had been there for ages, and Terra gasped.

"Did you know that this is gonna be the new Playhouse?" Terra asked. "Cause I did not until I was looking it up a few days ago."

"I actually did not know that," Caelus hummed. "I had never thought about where it was moving, just that it was."

"I also found out that a lot of people were upset they're moving the old one," Terra said. "Which, I get, but also that building is so old. They're building a new one because it's getting unsafe to be in there. Not to mention the new one is gonna have, like, three different-sized theatres, so it actually allows for more events to happen."

"Interesting," Caelus mused. He was never sure what ever prompted Terra to look up this information, but it was entertaining.

Once they got to the farmers market, Terra bolted for a food truck, tugging Caelus along. It didn't take as long as usual to get some food, and they were sitting at their usual picnic table in no time. A few of their friends found them, and they joined as well. Caelus hadn't seen the three in a while, it was a nice surprise.

"We've been out of town on a contract," was the explanation given by Ases.

"Can't separate the three of you, huh?" Terra teased.

"We're just that good," Amos said, slinging his arm around Ditia, the third in their group, who rolled their eyes.

"Oh!" Ases said, drumming against the table briefly, "Terra! Did you see the new mugs?!"

"New mugs?" Terra questioned. "Where?"

"I have to show you, come on," Ases said, as she reached across the table to grab Terra's hand.

"I'll be right back," Terra said hurridly to Caelus, just managing to kiss him on the cheek before being pulled off. Amos shouted after them, jumping up to follow.

Ditia sighed, resting their elbow on the table so they could put their head in their hand. "Never a dull moment with them, huh?"

"Never," Caelus agreed, smiling. "Wouldn't change it though, would you?"

"Never," Ditia parroted, giving a smile of their own.

"They're gonna come back with so many mugs," Caelus murmured, before going to take a sip of his smoothie.

"So many mugs," Ditia agreed, laughing. "five bucks says they come back with matching couple mugs."

"Yours or mine?" Caelus asked.

"Both," Ditia said.

"You know what? I'll take you on that one," Caelus said, reaching out his hand. Ditia shook it firmly.

"Brave, knowing our partners."

"Just Terra or just double A, maybe. But it's unlikely that they all come back with the same idea," Caelus said.

"We'll see about that," Ditia said, sipping their coffee.

It was fifteen minutes before Caelus saw Terra again. It was clear that the group went to more than just the mug stand, and Caelus chuckled. However, when he saw two mugs in her hand, two in Amos', and one in Ases, he groaned.

Ditia laughed, "hand it over, big guy," they said, holding out their hand.

"How'd you even know?" Caelus asked, fishing out a five-dollar bill.

"They were talking about it when we saw the stand earlier," Ditia said, pocketing the money. "I knew they'd convince Terra if she found the right set."

"That's cheating."

"That's gambling, my friend," Ditia said.

"Caelus!" Terra called out now that she was close enough. "Look! They had matching mugs!"

"I see that," Caelus said.

"They have cats on them!" Terra said, placing them down in front of him. They did in fact have cats on them, one sporting a black cat and one an orange cat. "I think they fit us perfectly."

"I think they do too, Love," Caelus said, tone soft.

"It was really Double A's idea, they were getting matching mugs for them, and they said that I should look too," Terra said.

Caelus glanced at Ditia, who winked. "You don't say."

"Look at what else I got," Terra said, starting to unload the tote bag she no doubt also bought.

Caelus smiled, settling in for the explanations that were going to accompany each item. He really couldn't go to the farmers market without this situation. However, he wasn't about to tell Terra no. He'd listen to her ramble for ages.

He wouldn't change this for the world.

-END-

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[badplaceideas]

Deeply Terrible Idea 008

2013 tumblr speak Janet

[eccentricextemporizer]

Listen, I got a Scorpio rising. With a Gemini moon; conjunct Gemini Saturn. Life is so fun. Hahaha.. yeah, my parents fought all the time. What of it?

wtf is a “casual” relationship??🤨 all i know is soul crushing deep love and devotion

#yes i have scorpio and 8th house placement

[starlitfunkster]

Since I do have some people in my Following that may be interested in Mega Man (or definitely are)... YOU WANNA HEAR ME GUSH ABOUT MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THE CLASSIC SERIES??

The Stardroids are extra-terrestrial robots of unknown origins. Although sometimes, they are given origins. In the Archie Comics and in the Megaman Gigamix Manga, they are created by Ra Moon. And are ancient robots that will destroy everything and must be feared.

Sad that they don't return in any later games, and yet the Mega Man Killers do! (Aside from Quint. Wonder why...)

But today's the day I gush about ALL of them! And also have excerpt's from TVTropes for more info. It's made by fans, sure. But it's reliable enough for me! ...Also why would I use Fandom.

ANYWAYS...

Terra is the co-leader of the Stardroids, and is a great introduction to them! They are immune to the Mega Buster, so Mega Man had to upgrade his buster into the Mega Arm. Don't ask how that does damage to Stardroids, I am not the doctor that made that weapon. Also his hair is so cool... And he's the basis for my MHA oc! For the most part. Technically, all the Stardroids are. But it's mostly Terra. Excerpt from TVTropes: "The leader of the Stardroids who is greatly respected for his unrivaled determination in battle. He is, however, somewhat nervous and has an obsession with cleaning. Terra likes to wash his mane of hair with shampoo, and thus doesn't like to use hats or helmets to cover it up. In combat, Terra utilizes the Spark Chaser, a laser that guides onto his targets and deals massive damage to them, in addition to teleportation and paralysis abilities that allow him to get ahead. His serial number is Space Ruler Number: 001."

..i wanna touch his hair...

Sunstar is the best final boss in a Mega Man game. I'd go play Mega Man V myself, but uh… I'm piss-poor at Mega Man games. :') Also he has my favorite design of all the Stardroids! Apparently he's also optimistic, when he isn't being released as a doomsday weapon. Perhaps Wily should've considered that he was a doomsday weapon instead of releasing him.. Excerpt from TVTropes: "An ancient super robot hailing from the same extraterrestrial civilization as the Stardroids, created to be the ultimate weapon of mass destruction. Dr. Wily releases him against Mega Man for the final battle of Mega Man V, before being promptly blown off the battlefield before Sunstar faces Mega Man. For an ultimate weapon, he's surprisingly optimistic and cares for his dental hygiene. Because he takes a while to fully wake up, he tends to try not to stay up too late."

Out of all the Stardroids, Mercury is the one that makes me uncomfortable. Maybe its the fanfiction.. or maybe its his design. Also apparently he's an advocate of communism?? Well, alright Capcom! You do you with writing your space robots. Excerpt from TVTropes: "A greedy Stardroid whose body is made of a liquid metal which allows him to take any form and dismantle himself to attack in a similar fashion to the Devil series of robots. Mercury doesn't have many friends due to his loose tongue. Neither does he get along with Pluto, and he hates malicious gossip, especially when it's about him. Despite his greedy nature, he is an advocate of communism. Mercury's Special Weapon is the Grab Buster, which can steal energy and items from enemies and absorb them to recover his health." This is off-topic, but I want to shove my hands inside of him. Would he stop me? Would he just let it happen? I know Gigamix!Mercury would kill me if I tried. Even if I wasn't a robot, he'd still kill me. I think that's just a given with all the Gigamix!Stardroids though.

CRAB. ROBOT. Why is this the only crab robot we get in the West? We could've had Cancer too! You can tell I am impartial to him because he's based on a crab. And I just.. gush about crabs to myself. I mostly blame Lightbulb from Inanimate Insanity from making me hyper-fixate on crabs sometimes. Mostly… Also, side-tangent, but why does he clean his 'hair'? He doesn't even have any! So why does he do it? Also what shampoo would he use.. hopefully not Terra's, but I think Venus is smart enough not to! Excerpt from TVTropes: "A very aggressive Stardroid that walks sideways like a crab (an animal he is motifed after), as he is unable to walk forward. Venus loves cleanliness and washes his head with shampoo every morning, despite the fact that he doesn't even have hair. His main weapon is the Bubble Bomb — a strong bubble made of a soapy substance that explodes on contact."

And now the robot that would play World of Tanks.. if he could. Or even wanted to! I'm doubtful he would be interested in that stuff, because why do it on some phone you can't even use… WHEN YOU CAN DO IT IN REAL LIFE!!! He's also the nicest of his comrades. Most likely only to the Stardroids themselves, and not outsiders. Maybe. Idk. Excerpt from TVTropes: "A Stardroid who is essentially a walking armory, Mars is characterized by heavy armor and a large assortment of deadly weapons. The rollers in his feet allow him to move at high speeds; however, Mars cannot jump well because of his very heavy armor. Mars is surprisingly the warmest of the Stardroids. He likes survival games, most likely because they allow him to make use of all of his weapons, and dislikes restraining himself in battle as well as surrendering."

It's him! …Prepare to see those two words for a second time later on the list. Jupiter's pretty cool! He's one of those that I'd want to have an armor replica based on. Because I'd want to fly without propellers! It'd also help me get over my fear of heights.. hopefully. Also he's GREEN!! It's a nice use of green too. :) Also he has the best weapon in Mega Man 8-Bit Death Match.. which can be debated all you guys want. But I'm not changing my mind. >:) Excerpt from TVTropes: "A Stardroid equipped with a jet engine that grants him the ability to fly at super speed, which he likes to combine with acrobatics — but hates turbulence. He often has an irresponsible personality, to his allies' chagrin. In ancient times, Jupiter was equipped with several megaton-grade bombs, but they were too dangerous for him indoors, so he modified them to channel energy for his new main weapon, the Electric Shock, which allows him to emit huge beams of raw electricity."

The one I had to use the ring for Hoshiakari Terra! …I mean, I had to. How else would they make a black hole without containing it? Saturn's ring, that's how! This is also a good use of browns on a design. Brown, orange and yellow go well together, but sometimes they don't. It depends on what shades, and where the colors are used really. Though, that advice works with pretty much any oddball color combo. I also love to picture Saturn struggling to play a video game because he doesn't understand how to play most of them. Fanfictions are good, see? …Not all of them make you disturbed of a character, like Mercury. Exerpt from TVTropes: "A Stardroid who has the power to control time and space, owning to his namesake. Saturn has a large ring that he uses to initiate his Black Hole attack which pulls his foes closer to him. He is somewhat lazy and uses his Black Hole to bring others to him instead of going to them, which gives him a bad reputation. Saturn is fickle-minded and neophilic, but seems to have low allowance in terms of money (likely as a result of his love for novelty). He enjoys hula-hoops and is natural with it, but doesn't like video games."

I'm not going to comment on Uranus's name. I have standards.

…Would he let me climb atop of his body? Would he even allow it? …Wait, I had the exact same question for Mercury, wth.

Excerpt from TVTropes: "Uranus is the Stardroid with a bull-like appearance who also has the greatest physical strength and athleticism. Uranus' bull motif translates well to his personality: he has a short temper, likes to run fast and to overturn tables whenever he's mad, and dislikes both bullfighters and red flags. His Deep Digger allows Uranus to lift heavy boulders and throw them at his opponents."

It's him!! My favorite!!! NO IT ISN'T JUST BECAUSE HE'S A CAT!

I love his colors! I love his weapon! I can and will pet him, even if he may kill me if I do!! NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM LOVING HIM!!!

…Okay, need to dial down the obsessiveness a little. This is why some people question your sanity on the internet, girl.

Excerpt from TVTropes: "Pluto was designed for jungle combat, and thus as his appearance suggests, he has very quick reflexes and is agile like a feline. Despite looking like a fierce predator, he enjoys maintaining his sharp claws with manicures and gets annoyed when they're damaged in battle. Pluto can move at supersonic speeds thanks to his Break Dash, slash at his enemies up-close, cling on the walls and fire projectiles from his hands. He doesn't get along with Mercury, likely because he's weak to the latter's weapon."

And we end on a whimper. Sorry Neptune, I just don't have a lot to say about you. It is cool that your a fish, and you eat salty foods. And you also don't like fishing (which makes sense, you are based on a fish after all). Just don't smack me with your Salt Water. I know it does nothing to humans, but it's still salt water!

Excerpt from TVTropes: "Neptune is an aquatic and bulky Stardroid with a half-human, half-fish appearance. He's a very good and fast swimmer; for some reason, he prefers salty food and doesn't like fishing. In combat, Neptune utilizes the Salt Water — a fluid with salt-like substances that can corrode any metal."