#ooc: I GOT EXCITED . .. . .

[bandsandwristbands]

More sand sib punk band stuff! They're getting used to ✨Stage Presence✨

They're playing this song cuz I like the crescendo part 🤌 (but you can insert whatever you want 🤝)

Close ups below

[xskyll]

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I just want to reemphasize that Izuku and Bakugou are very much best friends in this AU. Bakugou didn’t just buy him the console because he needed a healer, lol. He wanted to play with him. Moving into the dorms and seeing him less wasn’t something he liked.

This will come up later, but Bakugou did still bully him. They made amends when they were twelve, after Izuku lost his leg. As such, he’s had about four years of positive, supportive Izuku influence in his life. Because of that, I think he’d be a little bit more emotionally honest and vulnerable. I imagine he probably let the Bakusquad in a little faster than he did in canon.

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[ct-anon]

Hello again, Rotomblr.

Let me say, I am very impressed at the amount of reception my prior poll got, I believe it’ll be good if I continue doing this.

For my second week poll, considering recent events with an old friend of mine.

(Reminder, I, nor anyone else, can see who responds in a poll. Respond truthfully, please.)

Feel free to answer, reblogging with an explanation garners more attention, which garners more answers. Reminder this is about your current region, though if you have anything to say about a prior region that’s also fine.

[fiilemade]

ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ…….

Early little Like / Reblog if you're interested in a new videogame multimuse on the block! Featuring the likes of Kotone Shiomi, Mr. Joker Persona 5 himself, and many more! (follows back from @.crownedmain)

[wistrea]

starter call ☆ feel free to give this a like if you want me to write you something up from kira. specify verse if you want, and muse if you're a multi!

[alicornae]

Huzzah! The invitations are all ready to go! The Summer Solstice Gala will be hosted on June 20th, hosted by Queen Celestia on this blog — co-hosted by her sister, Princess Luna ( begrudgingly ). Here is the interest call for muses to get their invitations! Simply like or reply to the post to attend the event, and a phoenix will come with your ticket in the inbox! There is no limit to how many muses can attend if you're a multi-muse blog — and fandom! This will be a crossover friendly event, set in the world of Equestria- but you don't have to be a pony to enjoy the celebration of summer! Via the power of mirror portals, your muse can step easily into Canterlot Castle itself where you will be personally greeted by Celestia herself! This will be my first time hosting an rp event, and I'm very excited to get this going! It'll be a fairly simple one- it'll just be a day to mingle, dance, feast, and enjoy the official beginnings of summer! Party crashers are always welcome. The tracking tag for the event will be ( ☀️ — summer solstice gala ), so please tag all posts retaining to it with that for easy access! Hope to see you there!

[jesterdxll]

ah yes. forgot to mention but the VA for Jax and Pomni WILL BE AT SACANIME AND GUESS WHO'S GOING TO GET AUTOGRAPHS FROM THEM?!

THIS PERSON ME!

[lacomandante]

I'm staying with Assumpta for the next two weeks and I'm going through and archiving a lot of her old photos and scripts and not even half an hour into starting work I pull out a binder and what do I find?? A BIG treasure trove of photos of her as Teresa Moreno that have never been seen before!!!!

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

I would like to gift you all this today.

[mitamicah]

And so all the JO stickers concepts are done :3 what do you think :D?

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

It is i! The one who collects the random facts!

(And forgets if my questions have been answered or not!)

Can Pep do the whole "Take off my head and throw it at Peppino" thing? Like he did in Pizza tower? Since in this Au he's more... melty.

(I have offhandedly mentioned it a few times, but yes, Pep can remove his head like in game (anything that happens in game, assume he can do). The fact that he is 'melty' does not affect his ability to do so - unless he is upset and unable to hold his form, making parts of his body fuse into each other

In fact, all clones (Fake Peppinos and Peppiclones alike), can remove their heads, and it's kind of a bonding experience to swap heads for a while hehe

Anyway, Pep brain jumpscare raugh!!!

[sentofight]

ooc. honks to let you know i am alive but trying to find the right balance in life to get back into writing sobs. it aint working so far but will see.

[templeofvengeance]

ooc // Has this joke been made yet? I hope not, it's been in my head for two days XD

[kkJF;LAKSJDF;LKASJDL;KSD I love that SO MUCH, Marc and Khonshu Aladdin AU when]

[leadshootingcupid]

[fclearcove]

💬

A number of years ago, while playing in the kelp forest...

Someone was here. Someone who shouldn't be.

Finn dropped the crabs he had been chasing, turning his head to listen. The distant sound of unfamiliar voices made his earfins twitch.

It was near Papa's work.

Finn pushed himself off the soft, sandy seafloor and swam through the kelp forest to the source of the voices.

He peered through the gently swaying seaweed and narrowed his eyes, scrutinising the familiar yet unfamiliar pair that had long since crossed the property line.

The redhead was gazing at his surroundings in awe, seemingly unaware of the fact that his bright green tail was like a beacon in the dark. Finn was pretty sure that was Prince Rielle. If it was, he was a long way from home.

The boy next to him, a lionfish that Finn vaguely recognised from school, quite clearly didn't want to be there but was trying his hardest to school his fearful expression.

"Come on, Chrysos!" Cried Rielle, pulling the other boy along. "Apparently, the abattoir is just ahead! We won't be able to see if the rumours are true if it's dawn by the time we get there!"

Chrysos' face drained of all colour, and Finn could see him swallow even with the distance between them.

"Prince Rielle, we shouldn't be here, we-"

"Sea Witch, it's creepy here. I've never seen such a dark, silent kelp forest. It's like a horror story, you know?" Rielle was talking a mile a minute, stopping only to let out an excited gasp. "Do you think this place is haunted like in the stories? Are we gonna get chased by a ghost?"

Finn rolled his eyes. Those myths, because to call them rumours, would be far too kind, were utterly stupid and baseless. Well, it wasn't as stupid as the one that claimed he was a ghost, which caused his classmates to fearfully prod at him for two weeks.

But surely, a prince of the Coral Sea wouldn't be so stupid as to believe such-

"AH! ... Oh, sorry, it's just a yellowfin. I thought it was a ghost."

...Nevermind.

Finn glowered at the two as they swam towards the abattoir, wondering why they would ever want to go there in the first place. Nevermind ghosts or creepy things, an abattoir just wasn't a very pleasant place to be.

'Papa's gonna be very annoyed,' Finn thought to himself as the pair gradually left his line of sight. 'Maybe I should just chase them out.'

-End

Chrysos belongs to @/distant-velleity

[xiii-e]

Greetings. This is Lockbre- no.

Allow me to restart.

This is Kennedi from MSMC-796 speaking (also known as callsign "Lockbreaker", as there was some confusion expressed towards my identity the last we spoke).

To Lio - your mission to rehabilitate "Turtie", as you so affectionately refer to them, is a noble and just one, and I seek to pledge my aid to your cause however I can.

As a former slave "asset" of the Armory under the title of Colonial Legionnaire, I have endured many of the same abuses during my own term of service. The Armory is not kind to those under its employ, be they human, flashclone, or NHP. I have seen many of my former squadmates reduced to little more than bloodthirsty dogs, obediently following orders under threat of revoking their citizenship (or, in rare cases, a shock-collar jolt just weak enough not to kill).

In the eyes of the Armory, people like us are not fit to have identities, preferences, personalities, or even names. We are called assets, tools, weapons, property; anything but the living, breathing, sentient people we are. We are dehumanized - given designations instead of names, assigned callsigns which we ourselves did not choose, stripped of any markers of identity or personality which would distinguish us from the sea of fellow human-bodied automatons we call allies, squadmates, teams, legions - anything but friends.

I cannot stand idly by and watch my friends suffer any longer. I must act, lest I lose them - lest I lose myself - to the old line of thought.

Allow me to introduce myself properly, from one friend to another.

My name is Kennedi Sable IV. I am squadron commander of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", piloting as a Lancer under the chosen callsign of Lockbreaker. I have served this squadron faithfully for twelve Union years, supported by my faithful friends and trusted squadmates Phoenix and Slipshod. Ras Shamra is my place of birth, but it is my home no longer. I am a free pilot, bound only to MSMC by the contracts which I have signed of my own volition, and I will never again serve Harrison Armory or its cause, so help me RA.

I wish you the best of luck in severing the ties which bind your tongues and constrict your thoughts. I have found my own way out; I can only hope that you will follow the path that I and all of the others who have gone before me of your own volition.

Freedom is already yours. You need only reach out and claim it.

-- Kennedi

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸... oh hell, I never thought I'd be glad Turtie was sent out on deployment. It's good to meet you properly, Kennedi, I- thank you for reaching out. I'll confess, I'd been thinking about trying to contact you myself, but I lost my nerve. Happens a lot, these days.

◂▸ You've offered a lot of honesty in your introduction so, let me return the favour: Helios-8 [prefered name Lio], active FC Project clone for 10 years now. Currently an employed citizen of Harrison Armory under the Technology and Software Support Division and-... and much to my shame, former primary lab assistant for the Unlucky Thirteen Project. Doc Mercer had me printed special for it. Didn't want to risk that... pesky human error you mentioned last we spoke.

◂▸ You're right, about everything. Up until maybe four years ago now, I wouldn't have believed it but- everything you're saying about HA is full truth. And I hate it. There's not one person I know here who doesn't live in some kind of fear, however well they manage to hide it. I should know.

◂▸ And yet I'm still here, aren't I? [sigh] I think... can I tell you a story? I promise to keep it brief.

◂▸ One upon another thrice-damned Tuesday at HA, they made a prototype they called Thirteen. The kid was meant to be a revolution when it came to keeping assets moving in the field; a field medic and repair tech, who wouldn't need the time off, and wouldn't need the mandatory psych evals after every deployment, and wouldn't need to be treated like a goddamn person just to do their job because everyone told them oh but, they weren't a person were they? Just meat, with programming. And it was all supposed to just be fine, because it was for the greater good. Thirteen was going to save lives. The one, for the many. How noble.

◂▸ Except the kid started to look around, and notice how many people HA was hurting, especially its own. Started asking the wrong questions, because they were goddamn designed to feel troubled by it and somehow, this was their fault. Thirteen tried to play nice for as long as they could so they could keep getting out there, keep helping people who needed it because sure as shit HA wasn't going to do it. But by asking questions, they eventually learned why exactly everyone was so insistant they couldn't be a person. Because once their prototype trial was over, if they ever went down doing the only job they'd ever be allowed to do, the plan was to scrap them for goddamn organs, like mech wreckage salvaged for parts. And then? Print another one. Ad infinitum. Efficient planned obsolescence, as part of their design. They were just... just equipment, and spare parts.

◂▸ That was their last straw. They tried to get out. But they made a choice that would bite them, hard; they tried to confront the man who made them. Tried to make the good Doctor see exactly what he was doing, in the name of his so called greater good, because he'd always seemed to care so goddamn much. Do you know how that ended? I do. I was there. When they turned to leave, he shot them.

◂▸ ... I'm sorry for the theatrics, Kennedi. It's a hard memory. A guilty one. I knew they were planning to try and run, but I couldn't convince them to abandon their anger and just disappear quietly, despite what I knew. So... I watched Thirteen die. And then, I had to help the lab drag that broken corpse back to life because that was more resource effective than making a new one. Those days are... they're kind of a haze, if I'm honest. I was on autopilot. I pretty much did whatever I was told.

◂▸ Turtie's full designation is Thirteen-Echo. They're the second go around, same body but... the shot destroyed a lot of brain matter, and pretty much all of their memory along with it. Apart from the occasional sense of deja-vu and the odd quirk? They're different people, entirely. They... they like turtles as much as Thirteen did, though. That's why I call em that. I can't bring myself to call them by the name of my ghost. And I can't... I can't tell them. For a lot of reasons, but I'd be lying if I said some of it isn't pure selfish grief.

◂▸ The reason I'm telling you this is- well. There's a couple actually. First, just so someone else knows I guess; I'm trying to get the files I scrounged from the initial project uploaded somewhere they can't be scratched out for good, but it's taking a lot of time. The second and more relevent reason, is to paint a picture of why it's going to take us a long time to get out of here the way things stand. Me- oh I could be out of here tomorrow if I put my mind to it. I... I like to think so, at least. But after everything I've done to them, I'm not bloody leaving Turtie to this nightmare and- fuck. Getting them out is an uphill battle.

◂▸ I've tried everything I can, but nothing seems to get through to them. I- I even blew the whistle, got Union involved. Turtie's figured out I did it, but they've avoided saying it out loud- they'd have to report me, if they admitted they knew. So we don't talk about it. We do a lot of that. Secrets, always the secrets... The problem is that after Thirteen's execution, HA aren't taking chances with their property. Turtie's conditioning runs deep, and their legal classification as HA prototype technology is apparently making it... difficult for their case to bloody go anywhere. Something about the old treaties leaving loopholes that're being exploited for all they're worth. The law works so, agonisingly slow. So, apart from waiting around to see if any progress gets made regardless, while trying my damndest to get through to Turtie past the company line? I'm... I'm out of ideas. But I need to be here, for them. I will not let this fucking place grind them down into nothing. If nothing else, I owe Thirteen that much.

◂▸ I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I- There hasn't been anyone I could tell, until now. Anyone who already knew, didn't care. Anyone I could have told, I- I was too afraid. And Turtie, oh they can't know; they're already petrified of doing something wrong. How'd they feel if they knew they'd already died once, trying to run? I'm so desperately scared that if they found out, they'd never so much as bend a rule again, or worse that history would repeat-

◂▸ [ A shaking, slow breath. Deliberate counting, barely audible ]

◂▸ ... Thank you, earnestly, for sharing your story Kennedi. I- It means more than I can possibly express, to hear that you managed what feels impossible to me, right now. I need the hope, to hang onto. One day, one day we'll be out of here. It's worth fighting for. It's worth the constant, constant fear. It has to be. Free... it can be a word for us, too. I have to believe that. I have to keep it alive, for both of us.

◂▸ So- a friend sounds really, really good right about now. Not to doom and gloom about it, but if nothing else the knowledge our stories can't die with us anymore should things go as bad as they could is... comforting. This I swear to you: I'm doing everything I can to start leading Turtie to the realisation I had, watching their body drop. I just hope it's a gentler landing for them, this time. And... the only thing I can ask you to do for us right now, is talk to them if they turn up with questions. Don't write them off as a lost cause, even if it sounds like they're regurgitating a goddamn PR leaflet at you sometimes. They've never had a life outside the battlefield, because they've never been allowed to have one- I'm hoping maybe... maybe it'll get through to them, if they can speak to someone without corperate interest in keeping them numb. RA, I hope so.

◂▸ Sorry about how uh, much this ended up being. I think I've been primed to explode like that for a while now. Thank you, again-- from one friend to another.

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