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[samthecookielord]

Collection of Rhyme and Reason doodles i never posted here (cool webcomic -> @rar-archive )

[sallychaosaura]

In the RaR discord server we started talking about a High-school AU and I have brainrot so I wrote this. Please follow @rar-archive and @juicedoesthings for the original Rhyme And Reason story.

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News traveled rather quickly in Rose City High, so it was really only a matter of time that Rhyme learned about the new student that was going to join the already enormous school. When he first heard the news from his boyfriend and partner in the cafeteria, he simply rolled his eyes and grinned, "Lotty, Mac, it's not that big of a deal," he told the plantfolk and robot, "so we have some fresh meat to push around, big whoop."

Lotty sent him a stern look, "Rhyme, I love you, but you can't call every new student we get "fresh meat," it's rude."

"Who knows, honey, you might like them and wanna be their friend!" Mac smiled happily as they took a bite from their sandwich. Rhyme could help but to burst out laughing at that. Seriously? Him? Want to befriend some nobody from nowhere out of the blue? Fat chance.

So then next week when he saw the newbie in the halls, he stopped and stared. A tall, confused looking alpaca was staring at two pieces of paper in his hands, desperately looking back and forth down the hallway, obviously trying to figure out where to go. Rhyme found himself shocked as his eyes scanned over the lost alpaca. He blinked once. He blinked twice. Then grinned in a way some might describe as "conniving" or "vicious" but would have his partners swooning.

I've got to have him, Rhyme thought, there's no way I can't have him.

The poor thing would know what hit him.

[sallychaosaura]

I'm currently working on a fic for the Therapy Bot Rhyme AU. However since it might take awhile, here's some incorrect quotes instead! Please follow @rar-archive and @juicedoesthings for the original Rhyme and Reason story.

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Static: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Fig: You bet!

Static: At what temperature?

Fig: 535!

Static: That’s the clock.

Fig:

Static:

Fig: 536

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Fig: Violence isn't the answer!

Birthday: You're right.

Fig: *sighs in relief*

Birthday: Violence is the question.

Fig: What?

Birthday, pulling out her knife: And the answer is yes!

Fig: NO-!

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Fig, trying to tell Team Reason that he doesn’t need help: I turn out perfectly fine!

Static: Fig, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Fig: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN! NONE OF YOU PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Store Worker: Would Mr. Lotty please come to the front desk?

Lotty, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker, pointing at Fig and Mac: I believe they belong to you?

Fig and Mac, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Lotty: I didn't even bring you two here with me-?!

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Birthday: How tall are you?

Fig: Hight is a social construct.

Birthday: So you're short.

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Lightman: I reprogrammed a crash test robot into being the perfect therapy robot.

Literally all of Team Reason: You ruined a perfectly good person is what you did! Look at him! He has identity issues!

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Fig: Hey, Mac-

Mac, crying: Mang to call me that...

Fig: Yeah because it's your name!

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Wes: Get some therapy!

Fig: I AM THERAPY!!!

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Wes: Hey, guys, have you seen my-

Mac and Fig: *t-posing over a blushing Lotty*

Wes:

Wes: *leaves the room*

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Rhyme: Who are you?

Fig: I'm you, but with amnesia and identity issues.

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Fig, gesturing to Team Reason: I'm constantly surrounded by hot people! What the hell am I suppose to do?!

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Fig: Hey, guys! You wanna play twenty questions?

Any member of Team Reason: Sure! What your favorite color?

Fig: Triangle. DO YOU LIKE MEN?

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Fig: Hey, hey, Bloodwood! Look- look at me.

Bloodwood: *turns to him*

Fig: Bitch.

[teratotroublemaker]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rhyme and Reason Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Static Ampere/Birthday Characters: Static Ampere, Birthday - Character Additional Tags: they eat grass. they just fucking eat grass. that's where i'm at right now Summary:

Our resident beastfolk eat grass and Static gets Feelings about it.

[teratotroublemaker]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Rhyme and Reason Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rhyme/Static Characters: Rhyme - Character, Static Ampere Additional Tags: Fluff, of course i would fall in love with the exes, of course my faves would be the toxic robot and the cool furry, [posts this before this all becomes thoroughly jossed by canon] Summary:

Ok so we know the relationship doesn't work out, but they had a year together where things were relatively smooth, yeah? Here are those relatively smooth times. Those moments of calm before the storm.

[teratotroublemaker]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rhyme and Reason Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rhyme/Static Characters: Rhyme - Character, Static Ampere Additional Tags: Fluff, of course i would fall in love with the exes, of course my faves would be the toxic robot and the cool furry, [posts this before this all becomes thoroughly jossed by canon] Summary:

Ok so we know the relationship doesn't work out, but they had a year together where things were relatively smooth, yeah? Here are those relatively smooth times. Those moments of calm before the storm.