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@marvelousmulti
//I'm sorry for not getting back to things here. I'm really struggling with a lot right now, and while I know I don't have to apologize, I know people were excited to see me return to writing here. I was excited too. I'm sorry to disaapoint.
//I haven't forgotten about wanting to write more here. I've just had multiple major life events in a row since I announced my return. I want to be writing more again, but things need to settle so I can focus on it again. Sorry about that everyone.
@guardian-rocket
"Mission was successful?"
The chimera woman was pleased that he'd come to visit her. Rocket was always very busy, but he seemed to make time for her even when there wasn't really any. She appreciated that. While she had made some friends in her new home, especially since opening her small food stand, there were few she felt truly comfortable with like she did with him.
"Today is a Terran recipe. Oatmeal cookies. Still warm! Very yummy."
She placed the large serving tray down on her stand, smiling wide. He was one of the few she did not feel anxious over showing her teeth to. He'd reassured her so many times that her smile wasn't as ugly as she believed, that she actually believed he thought it was pretty.
"He eats as much as he pleases. She has plenty more. Spent all morning baking them."
“Yeah, I mean no one died, so you could say it went successfully,” Rocket answered.
That wasn’t entirely true though, people died, just none of their people.
It was always refreshing to visit Lydia, seeing her thrive in her new home on Knowhere with him and his friends. She was safe here and treated as well as he was. Accepted as she was, in this safe space, he was grateful that he was able to help her along this journey after saving her from the lab.
“Smells good,” Rocket said. He didn’t really gravitate towards most sweets but he’d make an exception for what Lydia baked, in addition, wholesome sweets like oatmeal cookies were always fine by him.
“You really out-did yourself,” he complimented as he grabbed a cookie, taking a bite thoughtfully.
“You plannin’ on selling these in your vendor stand?” Rocket asked between bites.
marvelousmulti:
“Was trained in many different worlds cuisines. Being made to care for little ones, have to know lots! Picky eaters. Terran is new to her though, so she is glad they turned out well!”
She’d tried to branch out into some new interests outside what she’d been trained to do, thanks to Rocket’s encouragement. She’d learned how to handle various guns, something she didn’t have a lot of interest in, but a useful skill in a dangerous galaxy certainly.
“Yes. Testing today, so all free. If enough like, she will sell.”
Her stand did have prices, but it was known that they weren’t set in stone. She was fine with others paying or trading whatever they could. At the end of the day, anything left over was free, and while a few definitely took advantage of that, most didn’t. It was a fulfilling way to spend her days and made her feel valuable to those around her. Despite her original purpose being to serve others, this was refreshingly different. Every aspect of the operation was her decision, and that was greatly helping her newfound sense of independence.
“Oh! She has a surprise for him!”
The canine chimera fished around in the pocket or her skirt before pulling out a flash drive. It had a little lable across it, reading ’JAMMIN TUNES’.
“Got it in trade. Maybe we listen together?”
“I’m sure they’ll sell, Terran stuff seems pretty popular around Knowhere right about now so you might as well milk that gravy train,” Rocket said encouragingly. “But samples do spread word of mouth. I bet you’ll do better business with all the buzz.”
Regardless of occupation, Rocket had a bit of a nose for business. After all, it was his work branding their team that really helped get the Guardian’s name out there. Their heroes for hire gig was already pretty lucrative when they weren’t doing charity work.
Rocket finished his cookie and brushed the crumbs from his face before taking the thumb drive that Lydia possessed.
“Huh... Definitely earth tech here, so you have a good eye, Lyd,” Rocket said, looking it over. “This looks like it might fit in a slot on the turntable in my apartment. When you’re free you can come over and we can check it out, see what’s on it. If it’s good stuff, I can ask a friend to clone it to my Zune. How’s that sound?”
The chimera nodded eagerly.
"Sounds good. Excited!"
Rocket was the one who had gotten her so interested in music. He was the one who exposed her to most new things, but music had to be among her favorites. She'd been taught lullabies, and those were nice, but Lydia had never imagined such a broad array of sounds, all capable of conveying and affecting such intense varied emotion.
Lydia picked up one of her cookies, deciding to munch one herself. They'd really come out great! She was very pleased with herself. She'd already gotten a few encouraging reactions aside from Rocket's. Considering that, and the fact she was giving them away today... she figured she could leave her stand unattended. If the trays were left empty or close to it, she'd have all the info she'd need to gauge if they were worth selling.
"Missed him... still so lonely when he's away, even with new friends. Rocket is her first friend. Dearest friend."
Lydia paused for a moment, grabbing at her dress a little, nervous, but hopeful.
"Spend time together? Happy doing anything with him. Just happy if together."
//Thanks so much to everyone for the warm reception to me coming back. I work today and tomorrow but I'll be able to get some more writing done starting Thursday. Honestly blown away by the amount of you excited to see me back!
@guardian-rocket
"Mission was successful?"
The chimera woman was pleased that he'd come to visit her. Rocket was always very busy, but he seemed to make time for her even when there wasn't really any. She appreciated that. While she had made some friends in her new home, especially since opening her small food stand, there were few she felt truly comfortable with like she did with him.
"Today is a Terran recipe. Oatmeal cookies. Still warm! Very yummy."
She placed the large serving tray down on her stand, smiling wide. He was one of the few she did not feel anxious over showing her teeth to. He'd reassured her so many times that her smile wasn't as ugly as she believed, that she actually believed he thought it was pretty.
"He eats as much as he pleases. She has plenty more. Spent all morning baking them."
“Yeah, I mean no one died, so you could say it went successfully,” Rocket answered.
That wasn’t entirely true though, people died, just none of their people.
It was always refreshing to visit Lydia, seeing her thrive in her new home on Knowhere with him and his friends. She was safe here and treated as well as he was. Accepted as she was, in this safe space, he was grateful that he was able to help her along this journey after saving her from the lab.
“Smells good,” Rocket said. He didn’t really gravitate towards most sweets but he’d make an exception for what Lydia baked, in addition, wholesome sweets like oatmeal cookies were always fine by him.
“You really out-did yourself,” he complimented as he grabbed a cookie, taking a bite thoughtfully.
“You plannin’ on selling these in your vendor stand?” Rocket asked between bites.
"Was trained in many different worlds cuisines. Being made to care for little ones, have to know lots! Picky eaters. Terran is new to her though, so she is glad they turned out well!"
She'd tried to branch out into some new interests outside what she'd been trained to do, thanks to Rocket's encouragement. She'd learned how to handle various guns, something she didn't have a lot of interest in, but a useful skill in a dangerous galaxy certainly.
"Yes. Testing today, so all free. If enough like, she will sell."
Her stand did have prices, but it was known that they weren't set in stone. She was fine with others paying or trading whatever they could. At the end of the day, anything left over was free, and while a few definitely took advantage of that, most didn't. It was a fulfilling way to spend her days and made her feel valuable to those around her. Despite her original purpose being to serve others, this was refreshingly different. Every aspect of the operation was her decision, and that was greatly helping her newfound sense of independence.
"Oh! She has a surprise for him!"
The canine chimera fished around in the pocket or her skirt before pulling out a flash drive. It had a little lable across it, reading 'JAMMIN TUNES'.
"Got it in trade. Maybe we listen together?"
@guardian-rocket
"Mission was successful?"
The chimera woman was pleased that he'd come to visit her. Rocket was always very busy, but he seemed to make time for her even when there wasn't really any. She appreciated that. While she had made some friends in her new home, especially since opening her small food stand, there were few she felt truly comfortable with like she did with him.
"Today is a Terran recipe. Oatmeal cookies. Still warm! Very yummy."
She placed the large serving tray down on her stand, smiling wide. He was one of the few she did not feel anxious over showing her teeth to. He'd reassured her so many times that her smile wasn't as ugly as she believed, that she actually believed he thought it was pretty.
"He eats as much as he pleases. She has plenty more. Spent all morning baking them."
//It's been a long time since I was able to be on here for many reasons, but I'm gonna try to come back and revamp some stuff, add muses, and generally be active again.
So, if you wanna plot, or just want a starter dm for the first, and like for the second!
//Sorry for disappearing. Those who have been mutuals with me for awhile know I tend to do this. I honestly don't know when I'll be back. I'm working a new part time job that due to my physical and mental disabilities, I'm just too miserable to do anything but come home and sleep.
someone: whos your favorite animatronic
me: oh i dont really know lol i like most of them ahaha
@marvelousmulti ‘s OC Grace, Maddie, and Shaw, who has never looked happier in his life DX
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❛ I thought I had seen everything when I saw Chucky transported into a doll. Guess I was wrong. What’s your deal, sweet face? ❜
This woman had caught her out in the open, siphoning power from a car left on the street. At least they didn't seem frightened. In fact, they were talking to her in a shockingly calm manner. That was strange... but after such a long time alone, Mangle was starved for socialization.
"Oh, I'm nothing special. Just an animatronic fox made to bring joy and laughter to children! Though I haven't gotten to do that in a long time... I hurt someone. They deserved it though. They hurt their own precious child! So, I hurt them right back! Now they'll never harm that poor sweet girl ever again."
toy chica & mango my beloveds,,
@connectiontrminated
There were still specks of blood on her face plating, dried and brownish now. She'd gotten a fresh mouth from parts and services before making their escape from the Pizzeria, her original having been taken as police evidence. They'd said they would be back for the rest of her, but she hadn't waited around for that. No, it was time to leave the Pizzeria, and unfortunately his friends behind as well. They'd been dismantled right after the bite, and unlike her, lacked the know how to put themselves back together. He would have helped them if he could, but it had been a struggle to get out alone undetected, and most likely impossible if they'd tried with the group.
So now she was here. This place was from her earliest memories. It was where they had first gained what would grow into consciousness. In a way it felt like coming home, but it couldn't be under worse circumstances. Dangling from the roof, Mangle peeked in through a window. There he was. Her creator. He was sitting at a desk, looking quite pained. It was easy to guess she was the reason. Would he even want to see them, they wondered. Before they could make a decision on whether to reveal themselves or not, a bolt of lightning revealed their shadow to the other, who turned quickly with a start. With the choice now gone, Mangle pulled open the window, sticking her primary head in.
"I'm... I'm sorry for what's happening. I didn't want to make things hard for the Pizzeria. I didn't want my friends dismantled. Though... I can't say I regret what I did. He was hurting her. She had bruises, he'd done it before! So, I just made it so that nasty man could never lay a hand on her again. A good friend wouldn't let that go on, right?"
//Starter call! Like for one, and reply if you want a specific muse
psyknife:
“The problem doesn’t lie with me, the problem lies in the fact that this isn’t exactly a secluded area, it’s broad daylight, and anyone with two eyes can look out their window and see this enormous pile of unconscious bodies with you amongst the middle of them. Hence, suspicious. Unless your goal wasn’t to err on the side of discretion.”
"My goal was to stop them from entering a restricted area. If someone looks out and sees all this and freaks out, then that's a problem to be addressed later. As of right now, my main issue is calling in a healer to patch this pile of bodies up. So if your done asking so many questions, I'm going to call this in before any of them bleed out and I end up on trial in front of that damn council." With that said, Bellona raised her walkie, radioing in the report. After that was done she turned her attention back to the other, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t care much for you telling me how to do my damn job. I’m not some amateur.”
splinterdsoul:
“We’re in California?” She couldn’t help the smile working its way to her lips. She had wanted to travel for a while, having been cooped up in one place for so long, but she hadn’t expected California. Her brow furrowed as she worked to piece together the information. The home was huge, bigger than anything she had seen and definitely worth a deal of money. “You’re getting really close, Nica. Tiff had always said she wanted to be a star,” Chucky told her before breaking off into a cackle. “Doesn’t hurt when she possesses someone with tits as big as hers were.”
The lightbulb flickered to life in her mind and she nearly laughed. She was literally in Jennifer Tilly’s home. She turned her chair a little, so she could face Glen while still having a view of the window and she frowned. “I’d imagine it would be the same if we were in Seattle, given how rainy it gets. It’s nice to be somewhere sunny and warm. I grew up in Rhode Island, so it was sunny but we also got a massive amount of snow each year.”
Her heart broke when she heard the next words and she managed a small, almost tender, smile. “This is better than other prisons I’ve seen. I spent four years in two different mental hospitals. I was almost confined to a bed during my entire stay at Harrogate, so this is better than anything I could have imagined.” She doesn’t tell Glen about her attempt, or the sinking feeling when she realized that Chucky had saved her life for his own reasons.
“The piece of his soul - it’s not even from the original doll. His soul is deeply fragmented at this point, but he won’t rat on us. Hell, he’s kept things from TIff before. It’s not like anything we’re doing is new.”
"Well, original or not... If I know one thing about my father, it's that he likes to cause mischief. Which given your close quarters with him, I’m sure you realize is an understatement.” Glen crossed her legs, tapping her right foot on the floor, doing her level best to settle any remaining nerves. So the other had known captivity even before her father had made her his permanent prisoner? She supposed that very well might make things easier, but then again did being robbed of one’s autonomy ever truly get easier? Not in her experience.
“I’m well aware of what it’s like to share one’s body. Given your situation, I won’t go into the long winded explanation. The basics of it are my twin sister and I share this one. We started off sharing a doll, then we both had human bodies for a time, then after a rather unfortunate incident involving my father, we’re back to sharing again.” That was well surmised. ‘By unfortunate incident you mean when father nearly snuffed you out! You should mention that, it’ll make us more relatable! Knowing dear daddy, he’s surely tried to murder her once or twice for misbehaving!’ Glenda inwardly chimed in. Glen shook her head, dismissing her sister’s advice. No, there wasn’t a need to get into the details of that day. What was important was Nica knowing just how similar the four of them were! Fostering a greater sense of understanding would certainly help put the other woman somewhat at ease, at least she hoped so.
“With all that explaining out of the way, I’d like to say that I’m rather excited to have you here! My parent’s don’t exactly invite people over unless it’s to well, kill them. It’s a right treat to have a house guest, even if the circumstances are a bit unorthodox. Again, is there anything I can get or do for you? I want to make your stay with us as pleasant as possible so don’t hesitate to ask me for anything, really!”
