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[radioactiveoctopus-blog]

tenatively sees if @ssdoctopus, @imwhatyoucalledme, @ikindapreferelectro, and/or @askanimatedock want to talk

[ikindapreferelectro]

✉

“doc”

“dooooooc”

“so r u busy sometime this week”

“i got”

“a plan”

“4 spiderman” 

“hear me out here”

“we could”

“totes”

“work this out”

“over some coffee” 

“u know i dont drink but ill pay for u” 

[spidersquasher]

(( 7, 13, 14, 38 ))

7: Have tattoos?

“Helluva lotta scars, but no tattoos.” he nodded thinking to himself, “maybe one day, iunno.”

13: Biggest turn ons

”Uh, teasing and rough stuff,” he coughed and cleared his throat, “y’know, stuff like that.” 

14: Biggest turn offs

His redness died down from the previous question. “Public stuff,” he cringed.

“Tease me all you want in public as long as you’re hiding it. It’s embarrassing otherwise.”

38: My childhood career choice

“I didn’t really think a whole lot ‘bout jobs when I was little. Kinda lucky things jus’ fell inta place with this job...”

[burningxstarsx-archive]

✰ "Bestow upon my your royal title."

SEND ‘✰’ WITH A COMMAND AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW THROUGH.

The alien snorted, her arms crossing over one another. “You wish to be a princess of Tamaran? I do not think you would have much diplomacy on Earth, even with such a title…” Was the great Doctor Octopus joking? That, or he simply didn’t understand how these things worked.

"Besides," She glanced at him sidelong, "You are not a Tamaranean, and so I doubt my own people would recognize such a thing… But, if that is what you desire…" Starfire laughed slightly, a brow quirking. "Then please, I welcome you to the court of Tamaran. … But I must wonder why you would ask for such a thing, if it will do nothing to benefit you."

[imwhatyoucalledme]

''Vulture feathers (self-explanatory), sage and black onyx (whose symbolic meanings I am aware of though I do not hold a personal belief in), razor blades (for both literal and metaphorical sharpness), a gyroscope (for reasons I can't explain, it reminds me of you), and one-hundred million dollars in cash (I hope that is enough).''

"Heh… I guess I can see your line of thought with most of these items." Adrian crossed his legs, leaning his head against his arm. He had no idea the doctor something like plant and gem meanings. The gyroscope was an interesting choice, the elder genius had to admit, but it was part of Octavius’ perception of the engineer.

"I must say, I don’t exactly understand the amount of money you’d use in this amusing little thought experiment…" Vulture mused, but it didn’t drive away the smile he had on his face. 

[burningxstarsx-archive]

askanimatedock

"Hi, I'm auditioning for the role of Starfire and...

(( pfrrt! I love that icon ))

{It's one of my favorites :'l}

[spidersquasher]

(( Catherine Wheel, Crocodile Shears ))

Catherine Wheel: How much pain can your muse withstand?

(( Montana's job is literally getting into trouble. He gets hurt on the job all the time. Slowly over time he's built up a tolerance to pain, making him more efficient for dangerous situations. I feel like he'd be a bit of a masochist though. Sometimes taking a hit just for the hell of it. ))

Crocodile Shears: Your muse must lose a body part. Which?

(( At first I was gonna say a hand or an arm, but he's so talented with a lasso, and if he had a choice he would be keeping those talented lil arms of his.

But he works for rich bad guys. If he needed an illegal hook up for robotics he'd do it in a second. ))

[ikindapreferelectro]

△ "How far are you willing to go, to get what you want? Are you willing to die? Is there someone you would give your life for? Or is there someone who's life you would give up to achieve your goals?"

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character and they’ll have to rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question and answer that question.

"…Damn, you ask a lot.” 

The sparkplug looked a bit unnerved at the sudden drilling of information. He probably would have been sweating if he was physically able to do so. Scratching the neck of his insulation suit, he thought for a moment or two. 

"Might as well take this one step at a time." 

Electro drew a breath in, and exhaled quite heavily. Why was this difficult for him to talk about? He had thought over these things in private before, so why was it so hard to say them out loud?

"…How far am I willing to go? Well, I can’t quite say where I would draw the line for my goals. It’s obvious that murder isn’t too far from my reach— given that I still want that wall-crawler and Connors dead. And kidnapping, well, we’ve already got that checked off the list. Though… That was for you, not me.” He idly shook his hands. “That’s not really the point though, is it? I could see kidnapping happening again, if that’s what it takes. I’m… Honestly not sure what I’d have to do for a cure. But everything I can think of? I’d do it.” 

The eelborn gave a smile, though it was clearly forced. “As for willing to die?” He snorted. “I have been since day one like this." He pointed at his sparking face, smile never fading. "Now, do I want to die? Course not. But will I throw myself in front of a bullet if I think I need to?" He nodded, his voice gaining a bit of that static edge to it. "Yeah." 

The electrician averted his gaze. "As for giving my life, there's a little list of people... It's just who I am, I guess. I just wouldn't be able to live knowing that you--"

He cleared his throat, hoping the doctor wouldn't notice his slip. "Someone I cared for... Died and I couldn't save them. I've got a big heart, really."

The youth wrung his hands together. "Which... Makes giving up someone's life really difficult to think about. I can make a list of those I would be willing to save, but picking people out and saying 'sorry, you got in the way, and I value my plans over your life' is hard, you know?" He looked up at Octavius for reassurance, though he looked down again rather quickly. "Maybe you don't know..."

He managed to get out a small laugh. "As for how much I didn't wanna answer all of that? About a..." He flapped his hand, trying to find just the right number to describe it. "Seven and a half." A short nod. "Sounds about right."