I'm bored

I hate every single one of you. Hahahaha! *.。.☆゜・*:.。.☆**☆.。.:*・ [Indie Mangaverse!Saturn]

[virtuesvael-blog]

Send ❣ to ask my muse's childhood self a question!

[qroton-blog]

Teal eyes squinted more than they usually did to observe Bowlcut’s hair closely.       “Hmm~? Horns, you say? Don’t see it.” Of course, he could see how one could perceive them as demon horns, but he wants to play the dumb act to piss the commander off. The exchange of such petty and shallow insults was becoming a fun game.

Really, he just couldn’t get enough of this! He was sporting the kind of haircut any child dreaded when their mothers came at them with a pair of scissors. That horrendous coconut head that one would be teased for at the playground. And this guy, he just has to try and turn it into some falsely intimidating horns with hair gel or something disgusting of the sort. Like it’s some sort of hipster fashionista statement.      “Lay it on me thick, Number One. I want to know which planet accepts this kind of hair as a proper style, so we can blow it up in the future.” He thought he’d throw in a little joke reference for added enjoyment.

[saturncommand]

........................ Gah! Grrrah! Ff! Djdkgsdgs.

That was a quick insight into Saturn's mind as the other continue to tease and prod. It was obvious that he had an awful temper but when it was driven to a certain point, the poor guy had trouble thinking. If he had the muscle for it, he'd throw Proton to the next region over. Instead, he was stuck there trying to get his mind in order. If he didn't soon, he'd probably get a headache.

"Sssssssooooooo frustrating!" The commander rubbed his face almost too harshly. "My brain is going to fry out! I'll blow you up in a minute!" It was an empty threat but it got his feelings across. He began rubbing his face faster, easily making it red with how pale he is, before stopping and pressing his hands to his temples.

[saturncommand]

voided-galaxy

"No, mom, I don't want your damn medicinal tea."

(( insteaad of doing work today i drew during class ummm ))

[qroton-blog]

A loud, very exasperated sigh flew from his lips. He rested a hand on his belt, the light clinking of his finger tapping against it. No real reason to call this Galactic Nerd by his name. So far, they were all the same, rabid idiots he initially thought they were.

"It’s you that can’t make up your mind. You look like a cat, but you act like a monkey. I’m even being so nice as to say you’ve got the makings of a cartoon character. What the hell are you even going for…”

[saturncommand]

At the sound of tapping, Saturn had half the mind to smack his hand off the belt. Repetitive sounds were beyond irritating, no matter how quiet. The way he was acting was a whole lot like the exchange between a judgmental adult and a child. He was too old for that anymore!

"It's obvious. I've already told you, they're horns. What else would have horns like this but a demon? It's like I have to lay it out for you!" Loser, disk-head is a total hypocrite. Just cause he's got this 'too-cool-for-you' attitude he thinks he's so great. Where was his back up crew to snap rhythmically for him, huh? The 80s vibe tunes?

[qroton-blog]

What a clown. Proton keeps cautiously moving away from the mucus-clogged commander, but then a soft ‘THUD!' could be heard.      He hit the wall.      Nowhere to go but near him. What a shitty situation. Stuck between a wall and a gross place. Bowlcut’s advance is slower, buys him more time to think. The best course of action would be an all-out charge to bust out of there like a Zubat outta hell. Or to bolster the defenses. Keep one hand strong over the mouth and nose. The other will ball itself into a fist and be thrown if the need arises.

"Instead of chocolate, how about I feed you a knuckle sandwich instead?"

[saturncommand]

Hehe..... Not many places he could go now. Saturn began to close in until there wasn't much space between them at all.

Of course, that also meant more chance of being punched in the face, but the Galactic decided the disgust Proton would feel after might be worth it. And then he had more of an excuse to not work, right?

"I don't want playground threats, I want chocolate. Get me some and I'll leave you alone." He could actually feel a sneeze tickling his nose now and for Proton's sake, he'd better move fast.

[qroton-blog]

At the sight of the tongue, he pulls his face back, shrinking away. Furrowed brows were twitching away like electrical cords gone haywire.

"Look at you, sticking your tongue out like a cartoon space monkey. I should call you Moon Wukong. If there is anything I know about you, it’s that you make me ashamed to like space documentaries.”

[saturncommand]

He crosses his arms and glares at Proton, his tongue now back where it belonged.."Or you could call me my name." Where was his death ray? He needed at least 10 for this guy. "Is it a monkey or a cat?! Make up your mind--!"

So UFO likes space documentaries, huh? Too bad it's only a matter of time before space will have nothing to do with him. Hahahaha!

[qroton-blog]

Gloved hands cover his mouth and nose. His feet tap lightly on the ground as he backs away from the bag of germs in front of him. It might have been effective to slap those hands stretching towards him, but his free hand was being used to point directly ahead. And he didn’t want to taint himself unless it was an absolute necessity.

“You dare sneeze on me, I will break that nose.”

[saturncommand]

Maybe he should get sick more often. It's gotten himself more of a reaction than anything else he's done. The commander doesn't stop advancing but slows down a little, just for safety's sake. He'd work at this as long as he could to get selective special treatment. (Going to the health ward in Team Galactic would mean medicine and healthy food. Yuck.)

"Are you sure you want to break this mucus-y nose?" Saturn cackles. "Get me chocolate."

[qroton-blog]

"Horns. Right. And I’m an activist for Pokemon liberation. It doesn’t take a stylist to know you’re trying to be every kid’s Saturday morning cartoon hero.”

[saturncommand]

"Hrmph.... Pokemon liberation? Sounds boring." He took that too literally. Saturn uses one index finger to pull the corner of his mouth and sticks out his tongue. "Where'd you get hero from, huh? You don't know anything about me!"

[qroton-blog]

"Oh, I’m so wounded. Not by your insults, though. I think your stupid pointy cat-hair might have jabbed me.”

[saturncommand]

"They're horns! HORNS! What is your insistence with this? Are you a self-proclaimed hair stylist?!"

[qroton-blog]

He’s backing the hell up. This man is dangerous. Getting sick wouldn’t bode well with the type of work he does. Sick days just do not happen to Executives.

"I ain’t your damn maid! Tend to yourself like a grown man."

[saturncommand]

"What's this?" He sniffs and slowly pulls himself up onto his feet. "I think I feel another sneeze coming along." Saturn draws in closer, holding his hands out toward Proton.

[saturncommand]

(( here it is, saturns old oc of himself. from the age of 14 he went under the name Saturn or It online and was generally an ass on rpgs and chatrooms with the guise of being a demon or alien. you can bet he also roleplayed on "teen monster prom night" pages and godmodded all over the place and ruined everyones night of the year.

in reality he had black scruffy hair and wore pajamas 24/7 but after meeting cyrus and joining team galactic he became as much of his oc as he could and fully embodied it as himself. so now he actively dyes, straightens and styles his hair.. though the skin eyes and teeth could never really happen ))

[saturncommand]

(( i think im gonna draw teen!saturns oc of himself because why not tbh ))

[saturncommand]

calculatingmalefactor replied to your post:Get a haircut.

[ Ah, no it wasn’t. Archer was just generally being a jerkwad ehehe. c; ]

(( oooh ok i thought so so i played it safe. thank you though! jerkwads are always welcome to push saturns buttons ))

[saturncommand]

Get a haircut.

“Actually— I did get my hair cut! Just last week! I trimmed it all myself and it’s styled the way it is on purpose..!” Saturn points accusingly. “What is with everyone and my hair? No one can appreciate the devil-horn look.”

[jackembers]

Give my character a "character shaming" label

(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)

[qroton-blog]

ಠ_ಠ (( even tho our muses only just met lol, ))

Send me ಠ_ಠ to know an inappropriate thought my muse has had about yours.

"If that’s what his hair looks like on his head, I can only imagine what it looks like down under—” He slaps himself in the face. “—No. Proton what the fuck.”

[nechojakrp]

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