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[theodoretherobot]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💘

[emilyp0123]

Happy 3rd Birthday, Theodore! 🎉🎂🎁 you're the best. #notebookhero #theodoretherobot #robot #happybirthday #3 #birthday #character #drawing #cartoon #coloredpencil #crayola #art #cute

[theodoretherobot]

Rubber Ducky, you're the one...🐥🛀 happy Rubber Ducky Day!

[impernaway]

Writing challenge- Rise Up

He don’t know what took him so long, really. After all the messages his dead and dying selves had handed over, after all the times they’d told him that the Host was not going to hurt him, that they were simply waiting with arms wide open and love in their hearts...He should’ve known. Instead he had allowed fear to control and blind him to the truth of the matter. The Others - The Horrorterrors - had attempted to condemn their session to failure. They had stolen the golden planet of Prospit and re-arranged the orbits so to try and take their Forge as well. It a was a twist of good luck that they had carried him closer to Skaia at the same time. Get to Skaia, the grand chorus whispered to him. Get to the Battlefield, and we will follow you there. We will open the way and do what we must to make you happy. Rick smiled and continued his ascension up the dwelling spire. How could he have forgotten their kindness? The Angels were going to carry him to her and even if it took eternity, he knew it would be worth it. She was his Salvation, after all.

[impernaway]

Writing challenge- Distortion

You cannot believe the words you’re reading. She’s dead :> don’t worry about her. she’s dead and gone. get over it, dude. Yeah, she’s dead glad to be rid of her You never imagined the people within the chat to be so malicious. At least one was taking great joy in telling the exact details of how your Maria died- Though it may just be the circumstances he wishes she died under as it isn’t entirely clear. Another was celebrating about how they never had to deal with her again. three cheers for the mutie she was an absolute space rave You find yourself lost for words. How could they just so casually cheer like this when your entire world was crumbling to pieces? Something at the back of your mind starts to whisper furious promises. You’ll go back, find out what happened in her timeline, make sure it never touched her, do whatever it takes to get her back to life because she was your everything. You drop the computer and throw your head back to sing. You’re not going to lose her so easily.

Vehdis! Vehdis please! I’m right here! Rick! Why aren’t you listening to me?! Rick! I’m not dead! Please, just Just listen to me please i’m right here i’m not dead rick

You sing fury and go back to do whatever it takes to save her.

[impernaway]

Writing challenge- Angel Song

Welcome back, little host. We sing adoration for We have missed you so. You shudder at the legion of voices around you. They’re feeling particularly kind tonight, it seems- The sharp shooting pains under your skin aren’t making you want to scream and tear it off just so to dig them out. Instead they just feel like they are gently tearing you open strand by strand. You’re grateful for the fact. We have a task for you. Could you possibly assist us? You grit your teeth and smile broadly, calling out the affirmative. There is no alternative choice here. Lovely little one, they hum. Little one, dearest one. We sing love. There is another child of ours coming from the west. Be a dear and call them home, won’t you? You nod and crack your spine before leaping, the coiled white aura the Angels blessed you with stretching out to carry you like wings.You do not get to your destination yet. You want to stay up in the closest thing that the Underworld has to a sky but duty calls. You descend. She’s looking around in confusion when you virtually drop on top of her. She smiles and steps towards you, faltering as she notices. Welcome home, you sing, a thousand voices chorusing with you. Welcome home, precious sister. I have missed you so.

[impernaway]

Writing challenge- Other self

“Ugh,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “What are you even still doing here? Didn’t I show you already?” You don’t let your face flicker at that. “Let’s see!” she says, holding a hand up lazily over her head. “I’m, what, prettier than you? Smarter too. Don’t even bother denying it!” The last part is practically sung at you, which makes you wonder how she manages to do it whilst draped over a sofa. “Fitter too,” she adds absentmindedly. “Taller, thinner, more elegant, more graceful. Unlike you. You are so far below me it is unreal.” You don’t let yourself respond. “Everybody agrees! You’re nothing. A dull, dumb bitch who will never achieve anything.” You can’t let yourself respond. She takes the chance to throw back her head and laugh. “Go on!” she howls between cackles. “Try it! See how far you get, you sub-par bitch! I can’t believe I was supposed to be you! You’re nothing! Stupid stupid dumb dumb idiot child who cannot even take a step without needing a hug and a congratulations for it!” You very slowly sit down as she stands up. She wasn’t lying- Your other self clearly has several inches on you and is more than happy to abuse this. You’re left sprawled over the floor from her kick. “Pathetic, shallow, self-centered bitch!” she spits after you, drawing her leg back to kick again. “Clingy little cow! You’re not wanted! Not even your mother wanted you. Lord only knows she would have been better off for having kicked you to the curb!” Her tirade of abuse continues, leaving you to curl up around yourself and sob. “I would do so much better than you,” she whispers as she finally stops and walks away. “I’m going to do so much better, and nobody will disagree with me.”

[impernaway]

Writing challenge- Slow

By the time you go to find Safiot after prying her knives out of the door, it's been half an hour. You're almost surprised to find her still there- Past incidents have almost always resulted in the woman trying to find her way out onto the roof- Kavor has had to drive her to the hospital on three separate occasions because of that particular tendency of hers.

She's standing in the middle of the room, arms raised awkwardly out in front of her. Her head is nodding to a beat you suspect only she can hear. You glance down briefly and note that her foot is tapping out something completely different.

And then all of the sudden she is moving, a strange mix of grace and shambles.  It's obvious from the awkward movements that she is used to having somebody else lead, and her clothes hardly add to the image when they're in such dire need of a clean, but...It's there all the same. She knows how to dance.

Just not on her own.

So you quietly step forward and take her hands, giving them something to actually hold. True, you don't know how to dance, but the two of you seem to manage well enough at a slightly slower pace. Safiot seems to appreciate it, if the quiet humming is any indication.

It isn't much to offer, not after earlier, but you figure it's something. Progress is never fast, after all, but it's still something.