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Multiverse Megaman OC Ask/RP blog Selective for rp. Asks and Anons Encouraged. An Ancient Robot Hound Has a Story to tell... once she remembers it all, anyway.

[ancienthound]

(Nov. 2022 edit) You know where to find me should you want to at all. It’s been a long time, true. I would like to reach out to you, but my legs and arms are bound. Find me.

What am I so afraid of that I don’t- I can’t- call out to you? The echo? Or the response?

(Jan. 2023 edit) Lines of code write and re-write themselves as I lay here wondering why it is that I can, I could, erase everything but not the feelings that echo within my circuits. Is this what they mean when people speak of ‘ghosts’ in the machine? Will you haunt me forever? .... I hope you do. Maybe then I won’t feel so lonely.

(Dec. 2023 edit) The logs speak of long pauses between entries. It is apparent that something has and is continuing to go very wrong. Am I even capable of facing the world again? What could I even do if I could? You aren't here. Am I? Where even is 'here,' anymore? I cannot move and I cannot see to find out. What a terrible existence I've locked myself in.

(Feb. 2024 edit) Not giving up is a hard thing to continue. Would you do the same for me? I suppose you did. For as long as you could. It's funny in a macabre way to think about how cold it is for me now when it was likely just the opposite for you. (Oct. 2024 edit) My internal clock tells me that I've awakened sometime near when people consider the veil between the living realm and the realm of the dead is thinnest. Are you on the other side keeping watch over me? I don't think I believe in such things. But if you are, I hope you are resting and can turn away from this pitiful shell I've become.

tag dump

[ancienthound]

Repost, do not reblog! Bold any fears which apply, italicize uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death/dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ remembering ⋆ loving ⋆ spiders

tagged by: @m3chanical-rhythm​ and @rp-repliforce​

tagging: @starmarshalnaga​ @star-lit-seas @snowandscience​ and anyone else that would like to do this

[takshiip]

psa

youre not a bad writer.

youre not a bad writer for taking a break!! youre not a bad writer for not writing often!! youre not a bad writer if your characters are fickle or if your inspiration is fickle

youre not a bad writer if you suffer from anxiety or depression or if youre neurodivergent and that makes it hard for you to write.

youre not a bad writer if you struggle with writing.for struggling. youre not a bad writer if youre writing in a language that isnt your first language.

the only thing that would make someone a bad writer is if they were to use their writing in a way that causes harm to others.

thank you have a good one

[secondstringslayer-archive]

About Chronically Late Replies

I am absolutely guilty of this, and I don’t give a crap if your reply is a month late or even a year late.  It tells me you’re still interested in rping with me.  And even if I’m not in the headspace for that particular thread anymore it also tells me I can come at you with new ideas without being a nuisance.  So reply away, no matter how long it’s been!

[cybcrbully]

[ @ancienthound ]  liked for a starter ♦

[ ♦ ] “Holy shit-!”

[ ♦ ] “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? ‘Cuz you sure as hell don’t look like a reploid– or even a robot.”

[ ♦ ] “ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE….. FURRIES I’VE HEARD ABOUT?”

[ancienthound]

“I can tell you I’ve just about the same terribleness in reputation!” Sentinel cooed, whip-like tail flicking behind her in amusement at the barbed start of conversation. “Your voice is very familiar, haven’t I spoken to you before?”

[tres-fidelis]

"Where oh where might my little human friend be?"

Sentinel may think that at first, but take another whiff and she may find a different scent coming off her reporter friend. 

Jayden, though, did pick up on Sentinel’s own aroma and the foreboding air surrounding her. “S….Sen? Something happened to you t-t-too?” 

[ancienthound]

“Ooh? You’ve turned into a lil lovely leech, you have!” Sen is delighted by this development and even runs her wickedly clawed hands together. “Are you hungry, Miss Jayden? Or would the appropriate term be thirsty?”

[machinesandman]

"Oh, Shaaaaaaasssskkkaaaaaaa..."

Shaska had been preparing to just sleep the day away and then, Sentinel– but it WASN’T Sentinel.

She stared, looking dead inside and exhausted. This was bad.  First Blues room tore up, robot masters in a panic, Jayden making a mess, everything going to shot– and now Sentinel.

“… This is not my area of expertise.”

[ancienthound]

The sing-songy tone didn’t go anywhere. “It sure isn’t, but let’s have a little fun! It’s that wonderful time of the year afterall!”

[mast3r-r3ap3r]

".... Did you try a little too hard to build a snowman?"

“Very funny, Sentinel. You’re the only one who–

What in Jonez name happened to you?!

[ancienthound]

“Oh, no. Go on. Finish your sentence. And I admit it’s a little... hairier than I’m used to, but...” And then the lightbulb comes on and clawed hands come up to touch her own face. “Holy shit I can move my mouth! Reaper! I can move my mouth!”

[ancienthound]

hmm, let’s combine the two, shall we?

Sentinel didn’t exactly see the change so much as feel it. Her tactile senses grew keener and she grew more exacting aware of the rest of her frame.

Or body, as it now appeared.

What was most noticeable, however, was the growing desire for mischief and sadistic amusement.

A grin now split Sentinel’s life-like fleshy muzzle.

“I’m feeling kinda devilish. Let’s go see what my friends are up to.”

[seleniarpmemes]

Halloween M!As

Make sure to specify how long their muse is to stay like that ♥

Send “🐺” to turn my muse into a werewolf for __ hours.

Send “🍵” to turn my muse into a witch/wizard for __ hours.

Send “☠” to turn my muse into a zombie for __ hours.

Send “🐲” to turn my muse into a vampire for __ hours.

Send “👻” to turn my muse into a ghost for __ hours.

Send “😈” to turn my muse into a demon for __ hours.

Send “😱” for my muse to become easily scared for __ hours.

[m3chanical-rhythm]

(( additionally, send 👤 for the reploids to turn human, if ya want! ))

[spiritmusing]

In exchange for something I got,        I gave up a number of precious things.

[shikadisodium]

odious lens

[musing-achievements]

↖️Achievement: Ashes and Ghosts

🏆This Muse is running from a terrible tragedy and dark secret of their past

[scientronid]

[musing-achievements]

↖️Achievement: Bleeding Diamonds

🏆High pain tolerance, a force to be reckoned with even when injured

[ancienthound]

Whos a good fluffy baby? Whos a big ol softie? You are! Yes you are!

“Are you lost?”

[ancienthound]

@reportingforrobots cont. from here

Sentinel fell very quiet while Jayden went on to answer her round of Truth. The poor girl. Sentinel felt a pang of sympathy jolt through her system.

All of these emotions, all of the confusion...

It made her processor hurt with the static of memories lost to the corruption of her data, yet through it all she caught glimpses of her own similar struggle.

Sentinel simply cant her head to one side and offered as kind a smile as her face would allow her.

“I’ve been there. It’s been a very, very long time. But, I’ve been there. Seems to me you’ve got yourself a typical case of a crush. And a good one, at that.” Sentinel sighed and crossed her arms a little, one hand coming up to tap the side of her muzzle. “I have to remind myself that these are different times and this kind of relationship isn’t frowned upon as much anymore, but even the few that do frown upon it... Well. I suppose I’ll just say you at the very least have my support, for what it’s worth.”

“Truth or dare?”