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[stormvanari]

brain is screaming at me to make Underground and Paranormal Rescue Teams (URT and PRT) from the RCP summoning circle

help /j

[unusualtfs]

The Roommate Compatibility Program

this is my first time posting something like this to tumblr, hope it's an enjoyable read !

Arthur and Jimmy may have had the same last name, but that was the only thing they had in common.

Arthur Lee was, by all accounts, a nerd. When the Asian math major wasn’t dutifully taking notes on complex equations at his lectures or studying in silence at the library, he could usually be found holed up in his dorm, gaming until the wee hours of the morning. His only extracurricular activity to speak of was his weekly participation in the Chinese Student Union, if by “participation” one meant “sitting in the back of the room and not speaking to anyone.” His naturally pale skin was made even more so by a lack of sunlight, and his messy black hair resisted any attempt at styling. Short, shrimpy, and gay, he had clearly never seen the inside of a gym. In short, he was the exact opposite of his roommate.

Jimmy Lee was everything Arthur was not. Tall where Arthur was short, buff where Arthur was skinny, popular where Arthur was friendless. The straight white jock spent his days living out the all-American college fantasy — playing sports, pumping iron, and partying all night long. Of course, that hardly left any time for Jimmy to work toward his comms degree — but that hardly mattered, because everyone knew he was as dumb as a bag of rocks. His brutish Neanderthal features, extensive body hair, and blond buzz cut only added to that impression.

Maybe it would have been unrealistic to expect Arthur and Jimmy to be friends, but certainly no one could have anticipated the sheer antipathy that defined their roommate relationship. Arthur’s reasons for hating Jimmy were predictable — he was dumb, loud, and obnoxious; he left dirty clothes and sweaty exercise gear everywhere; and he stank up the dorm with his alpha musk. Jimmy equally couldn’t stand his prissy, prudish roommate. Arthur nagged him constantly, and he shot down all his invitations to work out or go out. Not to mention, he forbade Jimmy from getting laid while he was in the room, which was all the time. Nothing said unsexy like the presence of a judgmental Asian nerd hunched over his gaming PC at two in the morning.

Needless to say, it was not an ideal situation for anyone. So when a flier for the Roommate Compatibility Program was slipped under their door one evening, their interest was piqued.

Having issues with your roommate(s)? The Roommate Compatibility Program is here to help! Our trained experts use scientifically proven methods to ensure you and your roommate have a lifelong bond. 100% success rate, guaranteed!

In a rare moment of agreement for them, they decided they had nothing to lose.

That was how they found themselves entertaining a stranger in their dorm the next day. The man, who had introduced himself as “Mr. Thompson-Filipowski, from the RCP — but you can call me Mr. T.F. for short” had shown up out of the blue, giving them no time to prepare. So now they sat in their respective beds, answering Mr. T.F.’s questions as he appraised their living space thoughtfully. He wore a loud blue suit and had in hand a clipboard that he occasionally used to jot down notes, but otherwise he had no distinguishing features to speak of. Everything else about him, from his build to his skin tone to his hairstyle, was somehow impossible to pin down. He must have just had one of those faces.

“Thank you, boys,” he said after he was done interrogating them about their (lack of a) relationship. “I just have one more question for each of you before we can officially get started.” He turned to Jimmy first. “Jimmy, what would your ideal roommate be like?”

Jimmy had to think for quite a bit at that question. Finally, he responded in his vapid baritone: “Uh, I dunno… I guess he would just, like, be my bro.”

Mr. T.F. nodded, scribbling something on his clipboard. “Okay, excellent.” He turned to the Asian nerd next. “And Arthur, what about you?”

“My ideal roommate would be someone who’s, well, similar to me,” Arthur said, wincing at how his voice still cracked at every word. “Someone who shares my interests, and who I can spend time with, and… yeah.”

Mr. T.F. returned to his clipboard. “Right,” he said. “So, to summarize — Jimmy, you want your roommate to be your bro. And Arthur, you want your roommate to be similar to you. Is that correct?” There was a strange weight to his words, exuding the sense that something significant was carried within them, but Jimmy didn’t register this and Arthur thought it irrational, so both roommates ignored it. They nodded.

“Excellent!” Mr. T.F. said, the ominous presence now gone from his voice. “Okay, so often what we’ve found at the RCP is that roommate incompatibility is often a case of misapplied expectations. Often, our roommates do meet our expectations, you just need to keep an open mind about it. I’d wager you boys have much more in common than you think.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and Jimmy audibly scoffed at that, but they both kept listening anyway.

“For instance, looking around your dorm room, I can tell that both of you have a pretty similar fashion sense, wouldn’t you say?”

Arthur wanted to protest that all of the clothes strewn about belonged to Jimmy, not him, but the more he looked, the more he realized that wasn’t entirely true. That jersey on the floor definitely belonged to him, as did the baseball cap hanging from his bed and the sweaty white socks next to his desk. In fact, now that he thought about it, roughly half of the clothing he could see actually was his. Huh, he supposed he did dress similarly to Jimmy, then…

“I guess so,” Jimmy said as Arthur was distracted. “It’s hard to remember whose is whose sometimes because we dress the same and wear the same size, huhuh.”

As Jimmy spoke, his words became reality. He didn’t notice, but he shrunk down a few inches from his previously monstrous height until he was just under six feet — still respectable, but no longer anything more. Meanwhile, Arthur rose dramatically to meet him, until they stood at the exact same height. Since the two were equally small and shared the same taste in schlubby, sporty clothes, they essentially owned one wardrobe between them, borrowing and swapping constantly — although what looked tight and well-fitted on the muscular Ajimmy was loose and baggy on the lanky Jarthur. Curiously, the shirt Jarthur currently wore was the one item of clothing he wore that didn’t update itself to match his new reality; as such, it was now uncomfortably small on him.

Mr. T.F. continued, “And judging by the sports gear and gaming equipment in here, it looks like you also have similar interests, isn’t that right? Have you ever tried bonding over that?”

Again, it seemed Mr. T.F. was mistaken. Yes, their room indicated their respective interests in fitness and video games, but those interests were far from shared. Jarthur wanted to correct him, but then he had to reconsider. While he wasn’t into sports like Ajimmy, he certainly knew his way around them. He got as hyped as any other guy watching the Super Bowl, and he had fun whenever he was invited to play a quick game of basketball or soccer.

Meanwhile, Ajimmy was trying not to laugh at the implication that he liked video games. What did Mr. T.F. take him for, some nerd like Jarthur? But now that he thought about it… he did have fond memories of owning his bros with his mad gaming skills. He didn’t really want to call himself a gamer — he wasn’t into any of that anime or Nintendo kiddie shit. But Madden, CoD? Yeah, he fucked with those.

Imperceptibly, the dorm room shifted to match the roommates’ changing interests. Posters of popular players duplicated themselves from Ajimmy’s side of the room and pinned themselves into the wall above Jarthur’s bed. At the same time, the gaming computer vanished from Jarthur’s desk, swiftly replaced by a small TV between their beds. Well-used controllers popped into existence, one for each of them. The roommates themselves weren’t spared from the wave of changes, either. The tan leached out of Asjimm’s skin until he was quite pale, although not unhealthily so. Meanwhile, muscles made themselves known for the first time all across Joethur’s body. He was still lanky, but there was a definite sculptedness to his body that had never been there before, demonstrating his newfound appreciation of physical activity and straining his shirt even further.

“Yeah, all the time,” Joethur responded to Mr. T.F.’s questions. “I can destroy Asjimm at basketball in real life and in 2K,” he bragged.

“As if!” Asjimm retorted good-naturedly. “Next time, I’m kicking your ass, nerd!”

Joethur laughed. He may have had some problems with his roommate, but their shared competitiveness was not one of them.

“Ah, that’s lovely to hear,” Mr. T.F. said, checking a box on his clipboard. “The best way to become closer is to spend time together, after all. But that should be easy for you two — I’d imagine your class schedules are quite similar, since you’re in the same major.”

What was Mr. T.F. talking about? Joethur had never taken a comms class in his life, and Asjimm would certainly never be caught dead in a math classroom. But then Joethur went over his class schedule in his head again, and he realized that he did share most of his classes with his roommate. There was Accounting 101 on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Entrepreneurship every Thursday morning… In fact, aside from Joethur’s one math class and Asjimm’s lone comms class, their schedules were identical! But how could that be the case…?

“Well, I mean, yeah, I guess we do,” Asjimm said. His face twisted into a cocky smirk. “But just between you and me, it’s not like we bother to show up to class most of the time, right Joethyr?”

Everything suddenly snapped into place for Joethyr. Ausjim was right, of course — being a business major required confidence, charisma, and leadership skills more than anything else, and both Joethyr and Ausjim had that in spades. It certainly didn’t require studying or smarts, which was fortunate for Joethyr, as his brain was rapidly shrinking to match his meatheaded roommate���s. In fact, it was even smaller than Ausjim’s — he had scored highly enough in high school math that he was able to take an elective comms class for an easy A this semester, while Joethyr was being forced to struggle through calculus for a second time.

Records across campus rapidly rewrote themselves to reflect this new reality. Ausjim’s grades rose slightly, even as Joethyr’s GPA dropped from a 4.0 to a 2.0 — but whatever, C’s got degrees. In turn, the two roommates underwent their own changes. Joethyr’s unkempt hair retreated into his skull, leaving behind a slick fade. Moreover, the spark of intelligence retreated from his eyes, leaving them dark and hard. Ausjim’s hair experienced the opposite change, growing out into an impeccably groomed quiff that perfectly framed his face, neutralizing his unattractive Neanderthal features. His body hair also faded into nothingness, leaving him totally clean-shaven. The business classes he was taking had taught him the importance of presentation, after all.

“Yeah, bruh,” Joethyr agreed, now speaking in the same vacant timbre as Ausjim.

“Well, how do you boys spend your time then?” Mr. T.F. prompted. He was nearly at the bottom of his checklist — this far into the process, he didn’t even need to guide the roommates’ transformation. Their new personalities had largely subsumed who they used to be, and would be happy to fill the remaining gaps by themselves.

“Isn’t it obvious, bruh?” Ausjim said. “The gym — duh! Gotta get those gains!”

At his roommate’s proclamation, Joethy underwent a startling change. At last, his muscles ballooned all across his body until they were identical in size to Ausjim’s. No longer did he have to settle for merely toned — he was well and truly ripped. So dramatic was the change that his shirt was instantly torn apart, revealing his glorious pecs and washboard abs for the world to see. The Asian hunk subconsciously flexed as he thought about his answer to Mr. T.F.’s question, realizing something funny in the process.

“Hell, we probably even spend more time at the Chinese Student Union than class, right bruh?” Joethy nudged his equally jockish roommate.

The word “Chinese” resonated in Ausjin’s mind as he experienced sudden changes of his own. His lush hair was quickly thickening and inexorably staining itself midnight black. And as for the rest of his body, his lack of hair down there became much easier to maintain, as he naturally had less of it. Meanwhile, his facial features were shifting all at once — brow softening, nose broadening, eyes narrowing, lips plumpening. Eventually, they settled on what the rest of his body had already become — a carbon copy of his roommate.

“Yeah, bro, totally…”

At the word “bro,” the roommates’ final changes began. The physical refinements were over, but there was still work to do mentally. Ausjin’s brain was purged of the faces of his former family, their white features morphing into far more familiar Asian ones. Fond memories shifted as his mother’s famous meatloaf became her authentic dumpling recipe, and the destination of his childhood summer vacations was corrected from Europe to China. Through it all, he remained the dumb, popular jock he had always been. That was also true of Joethy, who could no longer remember being a lame, skinny nerd. Nights spent studying were replaced with nights spent partying, and members of an extensive social circle easily entered the parts of his brain that had never experienced true friendship. His memories of his family remained the same, however — with one key addition. The newcomer’s face was blurry, but the more that he focused on it, the more familiar it seemed. Almost like… his own face…? Or was it Ausjin’s face? That seemed closer, but… 

By Joethy’s side, Ausjin found his memories haunted by an identical face. The two jocks sat there in dumbfounded silence, both trying to recall who it was that featured so prominently in their memories. What was his name? Not Joethy or Ausjin, but rather… rather…

“Joey! Austin!”

Joey and Austin Lee snapped back to attention, refocusing on their strange guest.

Mr. T.F. chuckled, putting his clipboard away. “You boys zoned out there for a sec! It’s okay, I’ll get out of your hair soon. I just have one last question for you — are you getting along as roommates?”

“Well, of course we’re getting along, bruh!” Austin exclaimed.

“We’re basically the same person already!” Joey finished his twin’s sentence with a pure, dull guffaw.

Because it was true. Joey and Austin Lee were clearly cut from the same cloth: The identical twin Asian jocks were both brainless, buff, bisexual business-major bros. The only appreciable difference between the twins was their hairstyles. Austin fancied himself a pretty boy, spending hours by the mirror meticulously maintaining his gelled hair. Joey, meanwhile, rocked a utilitarian crew cut, confident enough to put his angelic face on full display. But other than that, they were totally inseparable — everything they did, from working out to gaming to partying, they did together. (Rumor had it that they even fucked together, only bringing a lucky girl or guy home when he or she was willing to share.)

“Great to hear that! Thanks for participating in our Roommate Compatibility Survey, you two — although I don’t know what results we were expecting from twins like you… Anyway, have a great one!” As Mr. T.F. exited the room, he allowed himself one last glance back at the Lee twins as they mindlessly bantered. Both of them had certainly gotten their wishes. Joey was exactly like Austin, and Austin was exactly like Joey, and they were certainly each other’s bros — in both senses of the word. Another success for the Roommate Compatibility Program.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Mr. T.F., the Lee twins promptly forgot he had ever existed, returning to their existences as paragons of young Asian American masculinity.

“So, what’s the plan for today, bro?” Austin said. “Hit the gym, then hit the streets?”

Joey smirked, admiring himself and his twin in the mirror. “You know me so well, bro!”

[daily-jin-madebygenius]

Some hours after his visit Matteo finally decided to check on the girl. The unsuspecting workers not even aware about the presence of the rose, and totally not aware of the daisy, still asleep, fraught with drugs.

He walked down a long hallway. His leisure whistle echoing through the dark maze. Only a few people ever come down here. Luckily, today there were none.

What a surprise it was for the rose when he found the fence if the garden open. The order of things destroyed, and the daisy nowhere to be found.

Shit--

Holding the taser in her hands Gloria went into the basement. The star would have to be moved deeper. To the scrapping room.

He had to be shattered. Broken. Emptied of valuable parts.

The oleander entered the room, only to find the little blue flower asleep. Cuddling the beads in his big palms. All beaten and bruised. With his siren broken and a giant crack on his screen.

Good. It'll only make the job easier.

The oleander brought the vines with her. Chains to lead the robocar into the scrapping room.

Within some mere minutes, Gloria attached the cuffs around his wrists. A special device was put on the edge of his mouth, just to prevent the dog from biting (she hated dogs)...

Although the chains produced less electricity than her trusted taser, it'd be enough to make the car listen. He was a threat in his robot form, some measures had to be taken. Plus, it's noon. Gloria just wanted to get rid off the weed and get back to the daisy.

With all the preparations done, she woman landed a hit on Poli's back, this time uncharged. She needed him awake for now.

Oi, buenas noches, perro. Wake up.

As the flower was spitting her poison, she was unaware of the tiny white flower. Watching the woman from afar. Taking note of her every move.

@daily-rcp-poli

[polina-tvorozhok]

Garden Of Lessons And Mistakes

Hey everyone, I'm back with a new rcp roleplay! This page will be updated as the story progresses. Before you start reading, please note that the rp covers some dark themes and includes scenes of violence. If you're sensitive to such topics, please skip the rp. For those who are staying, enjoy your reading!

Special thanks for participating/helping develop the story: @lunar-rcp @ovakinddarling

Notes: The author keeps making the main pages too bright in comparison to the actual content...

Prologue

Two old flowers finally meet eachother after so many years. Whilst drinking their soul away, it wasn't long before the two began scheming for something. What could it be?

Chapter 1: A Letter From An Old Face

One peaceful morning a letter arrives at the HQ. Having to do with her brother, it was only natural for Jin to be alerted. The two siblings bicker about the situation when--

*knock* *knock*

Chapter 2: The Rose And The Oleander

As the two guests, Gloria and Matteo, reveal themselves, the siblings are taken away from their garden. Funny how what was supposed to be a simple evaluation test can turn into their biggest nightmares...

Chapter 3: Searching For Answers

Separated from his sister, Poli is trapped in the basement of the complex. Hurt and shaken. Being temporarily in charge of the little flower, Matteo pays a visit to him. As a result, unfortunate news are revealed to the officer. What happened to the daisy?

Chapter 4: Thorns

The rose and the oleander were now trying to get rid of the forget-me-not. Deeming the flower as a useless waste. Ready to break him from the inside. Yet all of them were unaware of the sun and her radiant presence. Nor were they aware of the fury. She won't show mercy.

Chapter 5: Back In Our Garden

Two small flowers cuddling in the comfort of their bed as the morning sun shined into their room. They were sheltered from both cold and thorns. Now they were finally safe. Now they can finally rest...

"Oh! Morning, Regulus. How are you feeling?"

Thanks for reading!

[themoldinyourlunchly]

RATING RCP SHIPS (RESCUE TEAMS)

for my first relevant post, i’ll be rating robocar poli ships that i see (either here, twitter, ao3, anywhere), anyways remember, this is only my opinions!

POLROY (Poli x Roy)

you all know this ship, i’d say its the most popular ship on the fandom! personally, i’m inclined to say i like it! a classic in the entire fandom… their dynamic is literally the most focused on in the show…

solid 8/10

ROYBER (Roy x Amber)

now i see this one everywhere on tumblr, and i have to say its pretty cute! roy and amber definitely had their moments (especially in that one family episode) and their dynamic is arguably better than polroy

9/10 luv it

Helly x Droney

this ship exists? they’re confirmed to be children (atleast in helly’s case, droney is similar to him) so i don’t feel really good to be putting them in overly romantic situations (kissing and stuff) but you do you i guess… this is still cute though, liked their interactions in the desert rescue special

5/10 i dont know where

Roy x Helly

i saw this one a couple of times on wattpad and i was like “what”, anyways…

-1/10 personal bias

Roy x Mark

i can say this is a fun rarepair! their interactions are pretty limited, but its a rarepair for a reason, i could imagine them together though

6/10

Poli x Bucky

this one at first i was like “i don’t understand” then i rewatched the episode and i was like “ohhh”, not gonna lie, like mark and roy, i could see this..

6.5/10

SANDBER (Sandy x Amber)

they NEVER interacted before, so we can only imagine what they would be like, personally, they would be all shy around each other…

6/10

Jin x Stacy

another rarepair huh, this is very cute! their interactions are short and sweet, not my cup of tea though

6/10

extra notes: for some reason i never see poli x amber, i thought it would be common around here…

[the-hellycopter-photographer]

*After hours of searching, Helly found and wrapped everything he needed to give to everyone. He then wrote on some notes and stick it on the presents, which are wrapped in the same color as his teammates' paint colors/signature colors. Lastly, each present is placed somewhere within the quarters where everyone can see it.*

*The same note for each present read...*

Thank you for being there for me and being patient with my antics, even if I may seem to go too far at times. Also, sorry for being late for Christmas, I forgot...hehe...

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy what I had gifted for you! The choices are...harder than expected. Happy Holidays!

~Your local helicopter :) *As for the xtras for specific BRT members (PS from Mod Dave: yo sorry that some of these have no pics...I'm just compensating for late time)...*

For my wonderful leader and figure, I figured out that since I...don't really know your interests well, sorry, I made this decorated picture frame of a picture featuring all of us—your teammates, your family! No matter what happens, ohana is family. And YOU are ohana ^_^ @daily-rcp-poli

For my favorite firefighter and another figure, I couldn't find a better instrument for you to try out and cover some music whenever you wanted to, besides this perfectly new electric guitar I found at a low cost. No idea how it was such, but if the seller believes it is enchanting to be heard as it was played, it will be worth the play! Plus, you deserved some rest time, big guy. @dailyrcproy

As for, ehehehe, the medic who worries for my health a lot if she doesn't have to worry for a certain domeone, someone suggested me that this...thing would be interesting for you to fall in love with. Like botany? Here's something that shouldn't exist but are still plants (for real)

*What Helly means...is a pot with the Sunflower from Plants Vs. Zombies, and a few more seeds with many plants from that game that would not cause destruction or is comprable to a real plant. Sry Torchwood, all one-use plants, and aquatic plants, you don't belong here :(*

@dearest-amber-daily

Now, now, Jin, dear girl who gets reasonably mad over my immaturity, I'm so sorry for those times! Instead, I've noticed the current state of your tools, and decided to gift you a fresh and better set for you to work with! It's also easier to grip with human hands...I guessed. No idea how it actually felt, nor if the guys I asked for suggestions are right, but here you go!

(PS.: idk if these are any good, sorry. ~From a guy who never experienced a proper Christmas, bc fuck my side of Christianity and its views on this holiday, ig. I mean, Christmastime is horrible for other reasons, but ehh it's also wholesome.)

[bulgariandeficit]

SOME THINGS 🚓🚒🚑🚁👧🏼

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My name is Kalin, no other names please! I am from Gabrovo, Bulgaria, so my second language is English (excuse my mistakes if there are any). My pronouns are they/them. My birthday is on July 13. I talk about/draw RCP (Robocar Poli).

(I also like hetalia, but that’s only exclusive to my twitter)

In RCP, I mainly draw Jin because she’s my favorite character (but I barely post about her becsuse I have too many drafts...) but Lifty is cool too!

I’m keeping my tumblr generally worksafe, but watch out for mentions of gore, NSFW, and adult stuff.

TAGS 🔖

#asks - me answering asks

#kalin art - my art

#kalin talking about stuff - talking about stuff, obviously

DNI 🚫

There really isn't a dni... I don't care if your a weirdo, proshipper and whatnot, just don't be an ass or a zionist (This has to be said.)

SOCIALS 🗣️

(Note: Twitter and Insta are separate from my real accounts, these are like alternate accounts, hence the little followers and following.)

italiandeficit on AO3 (watch out, 18+), Instagram and Twitter (no posts on insta tho)

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[daily-rcp-poli]

✦ ‗ Announcement !!

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☆ hey there, rcp fandom! I was thinking about doing RP events on a schedule, I thought it would be really fun with daily blogs & asks! ☆

✦ ‗ HOW IT WORKS . .

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• I will do polls on fridays between two rp events that you can vote for, the one with the most votes wins! Fear not, the other prompt will be done but at a later time.

• After the voting, I'll make an announcement about when the RP starts on saturday. From there on, the rp event will take up a week until the next one!

• During rps, you can roleplay in the reblogs or asks.

• You can still send Poli asks even if it isn't about the rp event, and I will answer them still. And daily poli pictures/videos will still be a thing!

• RPS will be based on my rules. If you break the rules during rp, I will have to block you.

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poli, signing off!

Note: This will start next week!

[lunar-rcp]

Welcome to..

THE ULTIMATE RCP CHARATCER BRACKET!

i've been always been curious, which charatcer is considered to be the best one out of all? we all have favourites, but which one is the most prefered out of all?

so.. I set up a little thing for all of us to vote on. And before you ask ; "But lunar, wouldn't it be obvious if a rct member wins?" I'm aware with how popular they are! If they go against a side charatcer, that side charatcer will also get the prize of the best side charatcer.

one rule ; no arguing! this is all for fun. without further ado,

NOTE ; Droney is squeezed in with Roy & Keaton. For that day, that will be a poll with 3 choices to pick.

Which do you prefer?

. . day one ! SchoolB vs Posty .

[stargirlie-sharon]

RCP Experimental Origins AU - Character Bios

this "fanfic"(?) is written in the perspective of jin's father (guess what i still haven't thought of a name for him 😃). this will just be about how he views the robocars and will be revealing some traits about them.

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Robocar Subject Notes. (001 - 004) (planned for more subjects to be made).

Subject 001

Vehicle type: Police car.

Gender: Male.

Behavior: Very quiet and seemingly confused about most things, but obeys orders and cooperates with experiments well. Cares for his fellow subjects and often tries to calm down 002 whenever he's acting up. So far has good behavior.

Risk of being dismantled: Unlikely.

Subject 002

Vehicle type: Firetruck.

Gender: Male.

Behavior: Seems to be the strongest robocar we have. Has tried multiple times to break out from his testing room and escape the lab, so the staff has needed to reinforce his room with stronger material and install bars. Has shown aggression towards staff, but has yet to attack a member directly. Has the worst behavior out of all the subjects.

Risk of being dismantled: Likely.

Subject 003

Vehicle type: Ambulance.

Gender: Female.

Behavior: Caring towards the other subjects, especially 004. Acts like a maternal figure to him. Surprisingly respectful to staff members like 001, unlike the rest of the robocars. Has shown signs of fear towards staff during experiments, so it's clear that they intimdate her. However, all signs of fear cease when staff interacts with 004, and she shows protectiveness for him. Complies with experiments well.

Risk of being dismantled: Unlikely.

Subject 004

Vehicle type: Helicopter.

Gender: Male.

Behavior: Has attempted to fly away from staff members when an experiment is about to be conducted with him. We have needed to confiscate his propeller on most occasions because of this. A mindset of that of a child, and is mentally fragile. His conpanion subjects are like maternal/older sibling figures to him, especially 003. Has once tried to escape the lab with 002, but has obviously failed.

Risk of being dismantled: 50/50 chance.

"Mr. [REDACTED], Subject 002 is trying to escape again! Orders?"

"Ah.. just leave him be in his room. We've already reinforced his room anyway."

"Sir! The bars are already being quite damaged!"

"... *sigh* Okay, try to shut him down for a little while. Use whatever things you can find that can restrain him, and while he's out, replace the bars with stronger ones."

...

"Hey- hey! Calm down, 002! They're going to shut you down soon!"

The police car did as well as he could to hold back 002 from escaping, 001 was just barely holding him down. He knew if he kept this behavior up any longer... who knows what could happen. The firetruck was about to be sent to his testing room, and he snapped.

"I don't care, I need to get out of here!" The firetruck did his best to get out of the police car's grasp, but he was already using every bit of strength to hold 002 down.

"No! You need to stay calm, you've kept up this behavior for long enough, just imagine what those humans could possibly do to you if you try to escape again!" 003 exclaimed, clearly worried and afraid for 002.

"I- I'm scared..." The young helicopter gripped onto the ambulance's arm tightly, not knowing what to do.

002 looked at 004, his gaze softening. "...I'm sorry. I just- I- I'm tired of being stuck in here all the time."

"Hey, it's alright. All of us feels like that anyway, you're no different." 001 says reassuringly. "Come to think of it... these subject names we have don't exactly roll off the tongue."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" 003 asks, tilting her head in confusion.

"What I'm trying to imply is that these names that we've been given don't exactly feel right to me.. to me, it makes us feel like we're nothing but toys. What if we give ourselves our own names?"

"You know, that's not a bad idea.."

...

(A/N sorry i was gonna write down the part where they give themselves their names but i got lazy, im sorry shshsh)

[rryeongchaes]

i have finally returned to share my thoughts on “all my attention” and what exactly led to me being incapacitated.

i must disagree with your author’s note in the beginning where you say there’s no plot, all smut because the beginning of this entry is filled with several wholesome glimpses into their domestic life as girlfriends that i enjoy very much. ryujin usually being the last one to get out of bed because she loves watching chaerji get ready in the morning, with ryeong in a messy bun and in one of ryeji’s shirts and yeji firm on being professional in the mornings. adding more to the different dynamics they have with each other elevates the hotter, smuttier parts because there’s genuine love and trust behind every action.

(also the part about dlc yeji being terrible at overcooked made me laugh out loud - ryujin was so hilarious for that)

personally, what shines the most about this entry is how you write out ryujin’s pov when she reflects on her relationship with chaeryeong. the way she has so many thoughts about how perfect ryeong is in every single way in her eyes, but can’t convey it in words, but it doesn’t matter because chaeryeong understands it all through their shared gestures. not sure if it was intentional, but i really adored the way ryujin confirms that chaerji now have a dynamic unique to their own, calling back to when chaeryeong offered to yeji that they should make their own tempo.

and ugh… blonderyeong, SPECIFICALLY blonderyeong getting doubled p’ed by ryeji was too much in the best way. my brain malfunctioned multiple times reading those parts, especially when she wanted both of them to release inside her. i also raised my eyebrows when ryeong called yeji “unnie” and the way her thumb across yeji’s throat - a possible spoiler that yeji will let ryeong put a collar on her??

i hope all of this made sense. i had to re-read to find the parts i wanted to talk about, but in the process, i started breaking down again. truly, thank you for your service, RCP o7 (and to blonderyeong as well…) // 🦇

hi🦇!!

fair enough! there are a lot of tender moments sprinkled throughout this one, just lil details about dlc catz' relationship, domestic softness as a segway into the smut. i say no plot in the sense that there's no large development, these are sort of things we already know and anticipate from them, nothing dramatic happens and it's soft and smutty (lol)

(she'd be so bad at overcooked, i'm sorry yeji <3, i will defend you tooth and nail irl but not in video games)

"the way she has so many thoughts about how perfect ryeong is in every single way in her eyes, but can’t convey it in words, but it doesn’t matter because chaeryeong understands it all through their shared gestures" - that is a perfect take on dlc ryury, there's so much there that she loves, ryu wants to tell ryeong so many things, shower her in praise and let her know she's no1 in her heart but sometimes doesn't have the words too because it's so overwelming, but like you said, chaeryeong understands ryujin, even the unspoken words of love and admiration that get trapped in her throat, she loves her and wouldn't have it any other way.

and chaerji.. i must confess, that wasn't something i focused on portraying but am very happy that it came across that way, chaerji have been blossoming in their own space within their throuple (like the prior dlc entry), and yes, they have their own unique tempo and quirks.

blonderyeong…yup. she has two gfs, getting loved by both at the same time is a.. perk (and for smut that is one of the highest compliments i could receive, thank you so so much)

like you've picked up on, chaerji have their own tempo, they're going to be up to some stuff ;) …which neither myself nor dlc ryu is prepared for

yes it did! thank you so much for taking the time out of your day for this, I must apologise for the multiple breakdowns that they seem to have caused, sorry! but i'm really grateful nonetheless to hear your thoughts, we will miss blonderyeong o777

[gambillorbitaldevice]

CamMarker M35 clips firmly to the top of your RCP, and allows you to place a custom label for the camera. The label can indicate either the role of the camera , a show specific label, or the name of the operator. List Name Labels you would like to receive. Email or Notes will be fine. You will also be contacted for this info. For additional name labels, you can purchase a label add on kit.

[bllsbailey]

NBC's Steve Kornacki Throws Cold Water on Kamala Harris' Chances

Joe Biden’s presidency is over. It’s now a half-dead vessel, much like the man himself, but Democrats appear overjoyed that Vice President Kamala Harris is taking the 2024 Democratic mantle, though it’s not like Joe had much choice. He had to back Harris if he bowed out. The disunity he sowed by remaining in the race led to an unprecedented fracturing of the party not seen since 1968. Harris is the only person who could legally inherit his war chest. If he couldn’t run for a second term, maybe he could work on bringing the party back together. Harris’ ascension has led to over $250 million in donations, another damning sign that Biden likely would have run out of juice in the final and most critical phase of the 2024 election. 

Yet, NBC’s Steve Kornacki threw cold water on the Harris candidacy, namely that she’s untested. She dropped out before the start of the primaries in 2020; Tom Steyer’s campaign lasted longer than hers. She’s also equally unpopular as Biden and owns the same record. Kornacki noted that “hope” more than numbers is inflating Democrats’ hopes of keeping the White House in November (via RealClearPolitics): 

— RCP Video (@rcpvideo) July 22, 2024

There'd be no real parallel for Biden exiting at this point. He's the presumptive WH nominee (meaning: won needed delegates in primaries) and no one in that position has withdrawn in the modern era. For that matter, no major party WH nominee has ever dropped out.— Steve Kornacki (@SteveKornacki) July 2, 2024

Trump 47%, Harris 46%.  In the same set of polls, when it was Joe Biden, 47% for Trump and 45% for Biden.  The Democratic number on average goes up from 45 to 46. I think it underscores for Democrats, they view this move as something that's going to improve their chances in the general election. That is based more on hope than it is on the numbers right now.  You go another level deep in this and you've got the favorable, unfavorable. The basic impression people have of these candidates here. For Joe Biden, these numbers have looked like this for a long time. Very, very bad numbers. 36% favorable, 57% unfavorable. Again, in an average of polls over the last month.  What's the difference with Kamala Harris? Again, not much of a difference. From 36% favorable to 38%, 57% unfavorable down to 52%. That's still a majority of voters saying they have an unfavorable impression of Kamala Harris.  Throw up Donald Trump's numbers for comparison, he's at 41% favorable, 55% unfavorable. All three of these figures with a majority of voters saying that are unfavorably impressed by them.  So, again, from the Democratic standpoint here, they think Harris being reintroduced as a presidential candidate, getting a different look, they think these numbers can improve for her, both in the favorables and in the horse race against Trump. But we don't know. As you say, she has not really been tested. Her name never got to a primary ballot in 2020. She dropped out a couple of months before that. 

Yet, Trump has a coalition where he could have an approval rating in the 40s and still win due to how his base is distributed. Trump voters live in areas where elections are decided. It’s something that David Shor, a liberal data scientist, has mentioned, adding that the Trump coalition is very efficiently distributed geographically. Harris has the coasts and the Acela Corridor, and even they might become just as depressed as they were with Biden once Harris devolves into a cackling idiot, which is something that everyone knows, including Biden’s staff.

[libertineangel]

What about the RCP? They have been hanging up posters in my neighborhood regularly

They're the local chapter of the IMT/RCI, whichever country you're in - all the different national branches rebranded to call themselves RCP instead of their individual local names (Socialist Appeal, Fightback etc) in advance of the IMT's relaunch; when I'd only heard about the allegations against Fightback in Canada I'd hoped it was a problem localised to that branch, but knowing similar shit's happened repeatedly in IMT parties on multiple continents makes me distrust the whole organisation.

The recruitment meeting I mentioned was for the south London branch of the RCP, the people seemed nice enough and there's every chance they don't notice the high-control group nature of the organisation, but throughout the meeting (which was only a day and a half after I gave the site my details, the local recruiter and branch secretary together meeting with me specifically) I could tell they were fundamentally trying to sell me a membership - their description of the '92 split that formed the Socialist Appeal was far more charitable than my interpretation, and they blamed other parties' issues with abuse allegations (e.g. Comrade Delta) on a lack of proper commitment to good Marxist principles which is plainly bollocks. I think it's also worth noting that just a few days ago they added me to all the local WhatsApp groups as a member even though I haven't spoken to them in several weeks and never actually joined the organisation, which reeks of desperation in a way that's both alarming and just kinda sad.

And, of course, one mustn't overlook just how stupid it is that an ostensibly serious revolutionary party in 2024 seems to genuinely believe that the best means of building a revolutionary movement is to sell a bloody newspaper, I explicitly asked in the meeting what day-to-day membership entailed and I honestly don't remember any other actual activities; I never read their whole handbook 'cause it started sounding unavoidably cultish (always be a good representative of the party at all times in person and online, the local branch meeting is the most important thing you can do and you should never miss it for anything other than priority party actions, blah blah blah) but going to their meetings and selling their paper seems to account for pretty much all of their activity.

[polina-tvorozhok]

.*First Seeds Of Family*.

Hey everyone, Polina's here! Inspired by the "memories meeting the star" I've decided to start my own lore rp. Together with @lunar-rcp -to whom I'm wholeheartedly thankful for taking part in this project- we'll be telling the backstories of our favourite characters. Here you will be able to find all the chapters, and the post shall be updated as the story progresses. Please note that the story contains mature topics that can make you uncomfortable (SA, description of injuries and violence, mental illnesses, suicidal thoughts, bullying, conversation on other mature topics) If you find yourself disturbed by such themes, you are suggested to skip the rp.

Enjoy your reading.

Chapter 1 - The Alleyway

On a sunny spring day, a bus arrives in the center of Brooms Town. Jin Lee, a seventeen-year-old Chinese student, tries to find her way to her hotel. That's when she first meets Poli, a young rookie just about to finish his first year in the police academy. Having exchanged a few words, the two don't realize that they're about to meet again but in a much darker place.

Chapter 2 - Settle in, Daisy!

Around a week after the accident, Poli visits Jin in the local hospital. Very soon the two teens reach the police station. The girl sheds light on what has truly happened in the alleyway. Taken aback by her situation, the rookie offers Jin closure in a very unexpected way.

Chapter 3 - Peeking into your Garden of Life

After a week since Jin's moving has passed. The two students are trying to coexist with eachother, which proves to be a struggle. As the two go about their day, they find out about eachother's hardships.

Chapter 4 - Flower of Ill

After overworking himself for a long time, Poli gets severely sick as he starts developing rust. Thankfully, Jin notices the symptoms early and it is up to her now to care for him. What could possibly happen while treating a sick, stubborn robocar?

Chapter 5 - Friendship Bracelets

Having the luck of finally getting a day off, Poli and Jin decide to spend time doing the rookie's old hobby. Bracelets. As they hang out, the two develop a stronger bond, opening up about their thoughts and dreams.

Chapter 6 - Tears of the Forget-me-not

Three weeks have finally passed and the two friends were planning to celebrate their graduation. However, things don't go as planned...

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Thank you for reading!♡*⁠｡.

[light-everything-in-pink]

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Notes:

WTPB means "When The Past Bites", although its other names, POLI or "Price Of Lethal Information" and BR or "Broomstown Redux" fits more. POLI refers to the amnesia aspect of the AU, specifically Poli's amnesia he doesn't even know exists (of course), and BR refers to 100% more lore, citizens aren't that dumb but still are kinda, and lots of casual ✨homophobia and ex-friends drama✨

The DLSS blog will also feature the kids in the series (+ ones in the main) as highschoolers...and also ships. I mean, even if I don't get crushes, highschool crushes exist, and so does shippers.

The OC blog will be both a long-running RP taking place both at the past and present of WTPB, and she's (supposed to be yellow) not the only one here. Featuring closeted gays, people led astray, and a centipede on H4R way.

Modfall had the DLSS (+ main) human kids as highschoolers, so it will have the same notes as #2, although just a little bit...weird. After all, it was crossed with Homestuck, and casual violence exists. Features Homestuck terms modified a bit, implications of stuff (mostly a later thing), people dying for the plot and emotions, and constantly switching between Polroy and Royber, maybe even settle for both (how? Timeline fuckery)

Also, AMA :3