ＮＯ ＲＥＧＲＥＴＳ

Rocket Executive Proton, reporting for duty.   And all of the bloodshed that comes with it. Hah. You should be scared. [Member of Rockethq-rp ]

[sadisticrocket-moved]

(╯°Д°）╯︵/(.□ . \)

[sadisticrocket-moved]

I absolutely loathe the idea of causing trouble for everyone, because deep down I seriously love all of you guys and consider you close friends. You know me- I never cause trouble for anyone. I’m a very passive person and from the very beginning, my goal was always to do two things- roleplay, and make friends who share a similar hobby and a love of writing. And under ordinary circumstances, I would remain completely quiet about this, but it’s come to my attention that this is probably going to get swept under the rug unless I say something about it.

First and foremost, I would like to clarify that I personally have nothing against the new group, nor the new mods. I love you guys, I love what we have here, and I love everything that we’ve done in the past. I think you’re wonderful- I think you all are wonderful, and I really, really hope none of this hurts your feelings, because from what I can tell, you were never actually told about any of this. I think you’ll do great at your jobs. You know me well enough to know that I truly mean that.

My only intention here is to make something clear.

Neither Blaise nor myself were told that:      There would be new mods      The group would be rebooting

It was never actually clarified on the hub that the reboot of the group and the subsequent promoting of the new mods was done with the consent of Blaise and I. And that’s because we weren’t told about this. We weren’t asked our opinion on the matter, and would have never found out about this otherwise if I hadn’t checked the hub. We were told that the group would be closing permanently, and that was it.

I have nothing against a reboot. None of us do. There was talk of a reboot, and when I saw the announcement on the hub, I just assumed Tabitha-mun had decided to go with rebooting the group instead.

If I was asked to be a mod in the new group, I would have refused. I did not have plans to return in the first place, and I still do not. I had made my decision prior to even the first implication that there would be new moderators. I do not like having power; it makes me uncomfortable. I had initially stepped up as a mod for the love of this group and all of the people in it at a time when we were severely understaffed.

However, the fact that all of this was done without our consent as though it needed to be kept a secret is underhanded, disrespectful, and quite frankly hurtful. We were never asked about any of this. We were intentionally kept in the dark about everything.

I would also like my logo to be taken off of the RocketHQ Tales page, and none of the promotional images I created prior to the closure of the group to be used to promote the new one.

I can’t speak for anyone else other than myself, but as I mentioned, I personally have no plans on returning, and I’m really sorry if that comes as a disappointment. ;w; You’re always free to reach me on skype or any of my indie blogs, though; I totally intend to take some of my HQ characters and bring them to the indie scene, and I’d love to keep in contact with you guys, because I really do consider you good friends.

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Proton, you're grounded. Don't ask why. Just go sit in your office and think about your life choices."

Annoyed Proton noises. Sloooowly gets to his feet.

“Do I have to? My life choices ain’t exactly the greatest, if I’m getting grounded by you.“

[sadisticrocket-moved]

So I found another Hunger Games Simulator, and of course my first instinct was to toss half of the masterlist on it and see how they fare.

So here’s some highlights. uvu

The tributes.

She ships it.

I’m imagining the three of them singing the campfire song from Spongebob while Archer slowly murders his cousin in the background.

I’m not sure whether I should regret using that icon for him or not.

H O W

Revenge for Radio Tower

I’m not surprised Courtney is killing things with fire.

What is wrong with this family.

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

Witches || AU || Proton & Blaise

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

Sleep… That was actually something the blond was currently lacking. He just couldn’t seem to make his mind settle on one thing to help ease his mind into that nightmare-ish state he called sleep. And, for whatever reason, he let his thoughts do a complete circle and come back to one person in particular. Said person happened to be none other than Proton himself. 

Now, this Proton guy. He had only met him today, and, yet, he allowed his own mind to linger on him in general. This in and of itself confused the blond to no end. What sort of significance did this other teen hold to him other than the fact that Blaise had this undying desire to touch his face and do other questionable things with him. Though, the blond wasn’t about to go and deny the fact that he was attracted to him. Hell, Blaise was almost certain that, if he tried hard enough, Proton could be a person he could hang around with no problems at all. 

So, in all honesty, Blaise could see himself growing to like the other teen…. Even if he barely knew him. There was just something about Proton that drew Blaise to him, something he wouldn’t be able to explain under normal circumstances. One could say it was like meeting one’s own soulmate, but Blaise couldn’t find it in himself to believe in such a thing. There was a chance he wouldn’t be able to believe it unless some magical force made them get together. But, it wasn’t as if that was going to happen any time soon. If anythig, Blaise believed that Proton was going to end up being a friend and nothing more.

This chance meeting will only add onto the list of people he couldn’t find a lick of romantic interest in it seemed, because all he felt was lust, which was strange for him but he wasn’t about to questioning it.

Instead, he was going to sigh, roll over, and stare at his open door like that will help him get any sleep at all. And, “Fuck me," is all that passes parted lips as he gives up on sleep altogether before shifting himself so he could stare at the ceiling.

[sadisticrocket-moved]

Maybe it was rude to raid the fridge of a near-stranger. Certainly the blond had been kind enough to him, what with the way he allowed Proton to crash in his house despite barely knowing much about him other than his name and "occupation" as a Magical Boy. Perhaps if there was a single guilty bone in his body he would have ended up almost feeling bad about such a thing, but as far as he was concerned, food came first, and everything else second. Besides, the blond still seemed to be asleep by the time Proton managed to crawl out of bed- or perhaps not asleep, but he wasn't moving, which he had taken as a cue not to prod at him and demand Blaise produced semi-edible food out of hammerspace- and he didn't want to bother him if he was still tired. So, in a way, he was actually kind of doing him a favor. At least that was what he told himself to justify his actions.

He at least made it a point to avoid running into Blaise's family as best he could, because the teen had a feeling encountering a seemingly random stranger eating their food probably wouldn't have ended up going over well. First impressions were important, after all- certainly the blond had shown that much when he conventionality got hit by a truck and showed his apparent immunity to automobiles. Proton simply wasn't capable of competing with something so... Metal. 

Also, he was pretty sure they would end up calling the cops. That was also a thing- a thing he quite frankly wanted to avoid, if possible.

Being unaccustomed to sleeping in a bed at night had led to the teen completely crashing- a result that was relatively unsurprising to Proton himself, considering he had a tendency to nap more than he really needed to on a good day. Having a roof over his head was something he hadn't gotten the luxury of experiencing in a long time, and when a quick glance outside confirmed that it was goddamn pouring, he couldn't help but feel pretty thankful he wasn't stuck outside in that. He had learned how to take care of himself in time, of course- he wouldn't have been alive if he didn't- and it went without saying that his wish had been certainly helpful as far as surviving went as well. It was amazing what one could get away with if they made it so it was absolutely impossible for them to be caught, though that in turn led to quite a bit of boredom on Proton's part, as all of the "sport" had been seemingly sucked out of criminal activities. It wasn't interesting if he was always guaranteed to win, after all.

Still. He supposed boredom was better than death.

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"It feels that way."

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Maybe I am."

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"Why are you doing this? Are you trying to get me sexually frustrated…?”

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Am I?"

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

Cue Blaise slowly getting red in the face.

[sadisticrocket-moved]

Innocent smiling.

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"I wonder if Proton was serious about that…. thing.”

[sadisticrocket-moved]

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"That you either want to participate in salad tossing or eating out.”

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Heh."

"Eyyyyy."

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"Yes you are, and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this implication as opposed to just downright saying it… I mean, I’m all for it if you wanna…."

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"What am I implying again?"

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"You’re implying something… Something I’ve never actually done before…."

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Am I?"

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"U-uh….. I mean… Uhm… Proton why are you doing that?”

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Dunno, Blondie, you tell me."

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"Well we could try other things we haven’t done yet…"

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Such as?"

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"Honey is nice, have we used that yet?"

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"No."

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"I think I might."

"And, you weren’t complaining when we did the do in coffee…"

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Ssssshhhhhuuuut uuuuupppppppp."

[instigative-illusionist-deactiv]

"Okay then, go get someone to make me a baked potato with chives on it every day, and we’re set to go."

"If you count sucking you off to be a diet of dick, then, yes, I am."

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Don't tempt me."

"That ain't a diet. That's, like... No. Didn't I already say I thought the food and fucking thing was weird?!"