#acceleratorcockroach

[gentlekillingmachine]

“[An egg? Like candy egg?...It gummy?]”

[scientifick]

Anonymous said: ❛ what do you think you’re doing ? ❜ - Cell (accelerator-cockroach) @accelerator-cockroach

❝   . . . Oh !    Excuse  me !   ❞    They  stand  from  their  crouched  position  in  front  of  the  ripe  tomato  patch  and  turn  towards  him ,  dusting  off  the  dirt  on  their  knees  and  hands  that’d  pilled  up  from  all  of  their  crawling  around .    Once  their  brain  finally  caught  up  to  the  form  their  eyes  were  taking  in ,  their  head  tilts .    What  exactly  WAS  he ?    He  certainly  didn’t  fit  the  description  of  any  species  they’d  ever  even  heard  of .    Strange .

❝   I’ve  never  seen  vegetation  from  Earth  before ,  so  I  thought  I’d  poke  around .    Forgive  me  if  I’m  trespassing .   ❞    Indeed ,  they’d  been  literally  poking  and  prodding  various  fruits  and  vegetables  around  the  farm  with  their  gloved  hands  like  a  mystified  child ,  albeit  careful  not  to  pluck  any  from  their  stems .    The  next  words  out  of  their  mouth  came  SPILLING  out  all  on  their  own .    ❝   You’re  quite  the  intriguing  one .    You’re  no  Earthling .   ❞

[kiealer]

✰ @accelerator-cockroach​

Fate has not been so kind to anyone as of late, though Ninazu feels the heaviest weight rest upon her shoulders. One of her most frightening nightmares has somehow merged with reality, and she finds herself facing the worst of her enemies in need of a healing boost -- specifically from her. It wasn't her idea to begin with, but circumstances are dire. This was not what she imagined would happen when she agreed to join Goku, Krillin and Bulma on another world-saving adventure.

❝Will you just shut up and let me do my job?!❞

She hisses with such fire and vigor, frustration apparent in the crease of her brow and tautness of her jaw. All the annoyances thrown into the pot throughout the past few days have been simmering on low until now -- where they culminate into a packaged rage just waiting to explode.

❝Does the fact that I don't want to do this really bother you that much? It clearly doesn't matter to anyone else!❞ Huffily, she sighs, forcibly dropping at least an ounce of anger. It won't get her anywhere if she keeps carrying it, though it's likely she'll still drag it behind her. It's impossible to let go of such a long-held grudge. In the face of this complication, she has no choice, and above all, she needs him to comply instead of refusing like a petulant brat. --Though, she isn't any better.

❝Look, what I want here doesn't matter. We need you for the fight ahead, and you need to be in top shape for that. That’s the only reason I’m doing this.❞ Blue eyes narrow impatiently. ❝I don't have to use your arm, you know. I could touch you anywhere and the effect would be the same. Technically, I don't even need your permission.❞

[kiealer]

✰ @accelerator-cockroach​ liked for a starter! / for honeydew!

❝I still don’t like the idea of him potentially being right outside the door while we’re both here.❞ The pillow in her grasp shifts along with her position change as she deliberately stares at the room’s door. Despite agreeing to an overnight stay, it didn’t dispel her ever-mounting worries and paranoia of a particular android poking his head in. ❝I know it’s been awhile, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.❞

[gentlekillingmachine]

The birds and the beegees

@accelerator-cockroach​ continued from here

He stared at her blankly while she explained all this. Even if he did have the brainpower to properly process what babies were and what caring for them meant, it was of little use to a war machine that definitely would not be able to do anything with that information. Even in his damaged state for one to let their infants near him would be a questionable decision. Nonetheless he watched her, nodding now and then and cocking his head to the side after an almost awkwardly long pause once she had finished explaining. Finally, in a spark of one of those rare, lucid moments it connected. 

“[Eeewwww.]”

[gentlekillingmachine]

✏️Cell and Honeydew uvu if u please

//artsy muse: accepting

“[Bug daddy hurt to draw, but try my best.]”

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

“ if you get sick of me , i’m sorry ahead of time ” -Honeydew :0c

Fire emblem: Three houses starters! - No Longer Accepting!

@accelerator-cockroach

“There’s no need for you to be sorry, I’m not sick of you and I’m not going to be.” Though he hadn’t expected her statement, he’d attempt to voice some reassurance as he spoke, “I’ve only been struggling to say something because I wasn’t... really sure where to begin.” The invitation to get to know Honeydew a bit better was one he had readily accepted, after all, his interactions with her had been fairly limited, most of his attention going to Cell whenever he had come anywhere close near the duo’s barn. There were a large assortment of question he had for her, and only some of which he had gotten a few satisfactory answers from.

As such, when the two had finally been seated to enjoy some tea, there was a few seconds of awkward silence before Honeydew had finally spoken up. He’d set down the cup and sigh, deciding to focus on her rather than his drink as he had been previously, “Really, I should be the one apologizing shouldn’t I? Here you are trying to be a good host, and I’m not making things easier for you. I apologize.” 

He could laugh, if only to help relieve some of the tension, but unfortunately, nothing comes out.

“Maybe we should have brought some notes with us... It might have made things go along smoother.”

[gentlekillingmachine]

@accelerator-cockroach​

“[And this Chelsea, she my favorite. I like her clothe.]” Sam garbled, running his large claw through the wavy brunette hair of his battered old Darbie that he held delicately as he showed it to Honeydew, pointing at the island silhouette shirt that read JAMAICA in big letters. The dolls were very clearly worn by time,  but otherwise it was obvious he did what he could to take care of them.  He had been rambling to her about the My Scene™ Jammin in Jamaica DVD he vaguely remembered he used to watch religiously back at the lab, though it dissolved into incomprehensible, distorted noise at some point.