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INDIE && SELECTIVE. ROLL FROM MEGAMAN.

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—————- i believe in songs and magic // and that’s why I BELIEVE IN YOU ! ! !                                                                                       personals dont interact // art cred

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—————- i believe in songs and magic // and that’s why I BELIEVE IN YOU ! ! !                                                                                       personals dont interact // art cred

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—————- i believe in songs and magic // and that’s why I BELIEVE IN YOU ! ! !                                                                                       personals dont interact // art cred

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—————- i believe in songs and magic // and that’s why I BELIEVE IN YOU ! ! !                                                                                       personals dont interact // art cred

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im going to remake this blog

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----------------- because i still believe in miracles // i SWEAR i’ve seen a few.                                                                   personals dont reblog // art cred

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save a place inside the WALLS of your CLUTTERED mind // let’s listen for SILENCE.                                                                                         personals do not reblog // art cred

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————————————————— world.execute(me);

[azranvictim]

—————————————————- YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME!!!                                                            ALLOW ME TO RETURN THE FAVOUR

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      Honestly i just don’t see the deal with humans they’re kind of gross and i don’t really like them their biology doesnt make sense and they never appreciate me or anything that i d

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bro im never letting you on my stuff ever again

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      Honestly i just don’t see the deal with humans they’re kind of gross and i don’t really like them their biology doesnt make sense and they never appreciate me or anything that i d

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puffywarrior.

   Kirby was only here for the E tanks that he miraculously found around the place. For something that was made for robots, it tasted pretty good to him. He was currently chugging one while in a little tree on the path the other was walking on, drinking every last drop of the normally robot-only drink.

  He shook the drink slightly to see if there was any more left when it was empty, but alas, it wasn’t. Hm. Shucks, these things were like maximum tomatoes in drink form, but they didn’t seem too common. Shame. Maybe there was some sort of factory for the stuff that he could find? While he was thinking, he heard whistling. He peeked out from the tree, holding the empty E-Tank can.

    “Hey!” He said, attempting to get the others attention,             “Is there an E-Tank factory around here, poy?”

       Huh . . . ?

    Roll looked over and a bright blob of pink immediately caught her eye, bringing up a hand to cover her mouth as a short gasp escaped her. Was that a little robot, or some kind of weird animal? It was adorable !!!

    Little robot or no, the pink blob appeared to be sentient, and seemed friendly, so, smile widening as she looked at it ( it was so C U T E ) , walking towards it with her dull jade eyes sparkling like a little kid-- which, technically, she was.

     “ Hello !!! ” she said back, standing straight. “ What? Oh, E-Tanks are just fuel-- fancy gasoline or something like that. I think you can get it from any gas station or corner store. I don’t think they’re cheap though. ”  She paused. It was a little strange that this little guy didn’t know that, but she brushed it off and looked back at the pink blob once more.

     “ My name’s Roll. What’s yours? ”

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@puffywarrior

    The sun was high in the sky as Roll walked down the dirt road towards Mega City, a bright smile on her face as she looked around at her surroundings and just . . . drank it all in. Soft greens brushed against each other in the leaves of the trees as birds sang and the breeze waved against the grass, creating a lovely rustling noise as the leaves and grass danced in the wind to some unheard beat.

   It was somewhat early in the day, and Roll had a few errands to run, but instead of taking the car, she preferred to walk. The path from Light Labs through the forest was truly lovely surroundings when weather allowed, and today was no exception. She was totally tranquil, whistling a chipper tune as her bag swayed with every footstep the Light Bot took. There was a sort of unreal feeling about the whole path, but in a good way-- like she had just walked into a children’s storybook and she was about to meet some mythical being, adorable magical creature, or some sort of cartoony monster that really did pose no serious threat, star-shaped fruits and fat red apples hanging from every tree surrounding the flower-lined path.

   Of course, there was no mythical being, there were no adorable magical creatures, there were no intimidating-but-harmless monster, and as far as Roll could tell, the trees were full of leaves and birds and nothing else. Didn’t stop her from enjoying the day, however, considering how nice it was!

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whiistleconcert.

      And he was seen. He tensed up, silent and still for a moment, a glance tossed at her from the corner of his eye without a word. He sighed, the sound distorted by the metallic grain surrounding his every word. After what seemed like hours of thinking to him, he finally turned completely to face her, tentatively and stiffly reaching out a hand.

     “Do you trust me?” he asked, voice as stiff and hostile as usual, a tone previously lighthearted and free now buried under layers of anger, frozen like ice and rock sealing the surface beyond his reach. He knew this rage would never go away- burning deep in his soul, it fueled every movement, every thought, every word, consuming him completely.

      But, just for now, he could put it aside for a second. A second for his sister- he didn’t know what to think, he didn’t know what he thought? Her father was not his father, but her brother was his brother, and as much as he resented it, he was DLN-000, and she was just two numbers after him, sibling through and through.

     Did she trust him? That was a loaded question. Considering the fact that she had literally gotten shot because of him and he had pretty much assaulted Rock once or twice, she really wasn’t sure. Like, at all. Roll mulled over the question, eyebrows furrowed. Seriously, what kind of a question was that?

     “ I don’t know. ” Roll said finally, standing up straight and sort of . . . placing both hands on her hips. “ Should I? ” Her expression was slightly sour as she stared at her brother, lips formed in a tight line. She hoped her gaze was cutting. She wanted to seem less like a scared little mouse and more like . . . something that was actually threatening. She didn’t want to threaten him though. She just wanted to . . .  seem capable. Of course she was kind of mad at him, but at the same time the other’s whole . . . identity stopped her from being totally pissed at him.

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Tumblr Roleplay Gothic

You reblog ask meme after ask meme after ask meme, you receive no asks. Your askbox is hungry, it cries out in starvation, you sob as you cover your ears.

You respond to a thread, you cannot remember when this thread started, you have trimmed the post a thousand times, relationships have bloomed and died in this thread. You check the notes on the post, there aren’t any

A promo finds its way on your dashboard, you know this character, you have been searching for them for eons. You click the links, the blog has not been active in years.

A symbol appears in your inbox, you do not remember where it is from. The same symbol appears in your inbox again later, over and over in the span of minutes, you still do not remember it. You search your posts hoping to find its match in a meme you reblogged, you do not find it.

Icons flood your dash, always of the same exact face, the same exact character, only in a different filter. 

Your friend asks you to rp, you agree. Neither of you sends the starter.

You see an aesthetic post, you know exactly which muse(s) it is for without reading the caption.

Someone’s tags are a mile long and filled with arcane emoji’s, you cannot blacklist them, you can never blacklist them

You find the perfect blog to roleplay with, active, friendly. They do not interact with your fandom/oc’s.

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whiistleconcert.

      Was he going to do this? He’s already come this far. No point going back.       Did he want to do this? That part, he wasn’t quite sure of.

      He knew the path by heart. After all, once upon a time, he had traveled to and from here freely, viewing it as his home, his safe place, where his father was. Not anymore. Never again. He closed his eyes beneath the helmet, the only indication of his expression the slight narrowing of a single glowing, cyan eye.

      With a decisive metal thump of boot against tree, he finally slid to the forest floor, finding secure footing in the grass. There she was, safe, healthy. That’s what mattered to him. Now, he needed to apologize. But could he? Would he? Can he? The lack of answer frustrated him and he just crossed his arms, leaning against the tree he had descended from, unknowingly similar to his sister’s position.

          Maybe it was because she was so deep in thought, maybe it was because the environment around her was so silent save for the rustling of the trees and the occasional bird chirping, who knows what it was, but the soft thump of something heavy hitting dirt caused Roll to open her eyes and look over, expecting to see a deer or something. Deer did live in that forest, she was pretty sure.

          What she was not expecting, however, was to see the robot who had shot her in the chest ( however accidentally ) . Jade eyes widened and her breath hitched as she scrambled to her feet, resting a palm against the tree as she watched the other carefully. It wasn’t like she was afraid of him ( maybe a little apprehensive, but by no means was she afraid ) -- he hadn’t exactly meant to hurt her. But he had been trying to hurt Rock, and that alone was enough to make her back up a step. But she knew who he was, of course.

     “ Blues--? ” she asked, mouth open in a tiny O at the other.