#scribbles dare

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Hey ho it’s Dare the Protell!

I’m really excited for her :’D

White, pink, and blue spots glow minus eyes! Unless she’s in a ‘powered up’ state!

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Dare’s come to deliver a letter!

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I love these sketches, she's definitely more of a leggy character! Pear shaped?

Powers are back with super speed and electricity and breaking sound barriers uwu

Added: Glove on left arm for talkietalkies and HUD holoscreens! A little nod to her TF days!

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What’s up, Doc?

Warnings: Cursing, medical procedures, vomiting

Characters: Dare, Dropdead, Oridon, Flatline, Pokey

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She wasn’t supposed to find out. But she did. And as soon as she did, she was flying at top speed, literally crashing through the doors and set off an alarm. 

The heroes ran to her direction, ready to fight until they saw her - bleeding, sweating, and wide-eyed. They knew she knew, now.

“Where is he?”

No response - just hesitant stares at each other before Dare yelled louder. 

“Where is he?” 

“He’s recovering.” It was Oridon. “He’s in the med-bay.”

“Oridon,” Dare huffed, walking over to the man. “I want to see him. Now.” 

“Mh. Dropdead?”

“Yes, Oridon?” Dropdead, one of the medics in the base, one Dare had grown fond of. 

“Is Pokey ready for visitors?”

“Yes. Dare, come with me.” As soon as the woman turned to walk away, Dare huffed a quick ‘thank you’ to Oridon and quickly followed behind the woman, swallowing thickly.

“How long.” Dare spoke as soon as they were away from the rest.

“Hm?” Dropdead looked over for a moment before looking forward.

“How long has Pokey been critical? How long have you hidden it from me?” She sounded hurt, as if she was about to cry.

Dropdead sighed, placing a hand on Dare’s shoulder. Dare shoved her shoulder forward, causing the hand to drop.

“Touchy.”

“I’m serious, Dropdead! If he- If he-” Dare took a deep breath, claws digging into the palms of her hands, teeth biting her bottom lip. 

“We weren’t sure how to tell you since you tend to react so beautifully,” Dropdead mused. “Especially with your background.”

“Shut up. Can’t we hurry up? Where is he?”

“Patience!” 

A few more minutes of walking and Dare growing increasingly agitated later, they finally arrived at the door.

“Don’t touch anything.”

“I won’t.” Dare hurried in and closed the door behind her, rousing a sleeping Pokey, who took a moment to take in his surroundings.

“Buddy,” Dare sighed, rushing over to his side.

“Dare?” Pokey mumbled, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. “Hey, bud.”

“Pokey, what the Hell?”

“How’d you find out?”

“I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, of course I’d find out eventually!” Dare sniffed, kneeling beside him, a hand gingerly laying over his. She spotted the IV tube in his arm and shivered, feeling sick to her stomach. She rested her head on the edge of the bed, looking away.

“I didn’t take you for the soft type.”

“Shut up, dumbass,” Dare laughed, perking up when she heard the door open. One of the other medics - older but handsome in his own gruff way. He looked less than pleased when he spotted Dare holding Pokey’s hand.

“Step away from my patient.”

Dare snarled, baring her fangs.

“Leave her be, Flatline.”

“Dropdead and Flatline. Is there a Medic here who doesn’t have a name that screams ‘don’t be a medic’?”

“Tearaway.” Pokey chimed in.

“Right.”

“R.I.P.” Flatline added, amused, bringing up a tray. He left for a moment to clean his hands.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I thought you guys were heroes.”

Pokey laughed.

“It’s nice to be intimidating where you can be.” 

He nodded at Flatline, who came back. He winced when tapped at his arm lightly. 

Dare swallowed thickly once more, taking deep breaths as she felt beads of sweat dotting her forehead.

Minutes seemed like hours before Flatline spoke.

“You reek.”

“Gee, thanks,” Dare rolled her eyes.

She wasn’t even paying attention to what Pokey and Flatline were talking about. Something about IV removal, something which Dare would gladly stay out of.

More minutes, more talking, and suddenly, sensitive ears caught on the sight grinding and subtle ‘pop’ of a needle being removed. She dry heaved, letting go of Pokey’s hand and covering her mouth.

Flatline had kicked a bucket to her, and she graciously took it, heaving the contents of her stomach into the bucket.

“Didn’t take you for a queasy one,” Pokey laughed as Flatline finished the wrap around where the needle had been. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Dare mumbled, swallowing before heaving again.

“You could use a stay at the medbay yourself,” Pokey commented.

Dare shot him a glare. 

Pokey and Flatline connected the dots.

“No way. No fucking way,” Pokey laughed. “Are you scared?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Hey, sorry bud, but I didn’t take you for one to be afraid of the doctors of all things.”

Dare wanted to change the topic. Now.

“So is he gonna be alright to walk around?”

Flatline sighed. 

“Let him recover a little bit more, but at least he can handle himself for now.”

It was a couple more hours with Dare in the room with Pokey; him taking jabs at her and her threatening him, but in the end, they went back to their usual selves.

Though Dare had a new target now. And one way or another, she’d find the culprit.

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Baby’s First Kills

Fun fact: Dare never got her name until she was around five! She’s got a reason to be able to fight like this, promise. Just don’t know when I can reveal the backstory.

Characters: Dare, Talula.

Warnings: Guns, swearing, gore, death... child violence? Moreso the child fighting?

Note: Dare is a young child at this point. Five years of age. If you don’t feel comfortable with a child in a setting of violence, please skip!

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The little passageway in her room made things a whole lot more interesting. 

It was a rare night - not much noise, a friendly ambiance, and the soft clack of the pool balls. Talula was manning the bar along with Vice, serving regulars and newcomers alike. 

Neither of them knew the child had found a passageway onto the roof beams of the bar.

She judged for herself when would be a good time to come out and hang around. Tonight was a good night, until...

“I swear to fucking god, you cheated!” 

BANG! 

"Stand down!”

The smell of gunpowder.

“Stay the fuck back!”

The smell of blood.

“Fuck you!”

The smell of fear.

The child snarled, curled into herself, peering down.

A man bleeding out, a trio with guns out, and the patrons standing a distance back. Talula was the one who slowly made her way towards them.

“Now, gentlemen, let’s not do anything hasty.”

“Miss Talula, this sonuvabitch was trying to scam me out!”

“No, he’s a very honest-”

Attack. 

Fight.

Tooth and claw.

Memories.

Attack.

Attack. 

A gun pointed at Talula.

Protect.

The child jumped from beam to beam, quiet as a mouse, before propelling herself down and latching onto one of the men, snarling and digging sharp nails into the crook of his neck. She held on, despite his thrashing, and without a second thought bit into his neck, hard  and deep and pulled away with such a force that resulted in a chunk of his flesh in her mouth and blood quickly pooling beneath him.

She dropped and sped in zigzag towards the other, barely dodging bullets, before she jumped on the other. Hidden behind him, his companion fired shots frantically, all missing her but none missing him. He fell to the floor.

“Stop!” Talula.

She wouldn’t. Laser focused on the nape of the man’s neck, on the gun, and how quick she could jump.

She tasted blood. She felt the pain. She felt the thrill. 

As she lay in the pool of blood at the man, as the patrons scrambled to escape, as Talula swept her away, she heard a voice. A medley of tones.

Good job, sister.

It felt oddly familiar.

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Coffee Shop AU #1

Oridon and Magnus were proud. Dare, the troublemaker infamous for her misdeeds, getting a job? And a legal one? 

Granted, it was a barista job at the coffeeshop downtown, but still. Nice coworkers, decent bosses, the pay less than stellar but she wasn’t too worried about the money.

“Here’s your apron,” the manager said, helping the girl with the apron knot. “Now, remember, today you’re just starting out. All I need from you is cashing in the money, collecting orders, and move on to the next customer.”

“Relax, Joey! I’m good at memorizing!” There was that look again, and Dare frowned. “No, I’m not going to steal your money. If it makes you feel better you can stay until twelve A.M and count it yourself.”

Joey sighed, checked that everything was in its place, and Dare was left to relieve the current cashier in place.

“New kid?”

“That's me. My turn,” Dare grinned, both cashiers giving each other nods before the former one left to the back room, and Dare went to man the register, logged in to her name, and cheerily greeted the next customer.

She was surprisingly good. Though yes, she does stumble on her words a bit, but she got the orders right, cashed the money and changed it correctly, and things went smoothly.

For three hours.

Bumbling in, reeking of cheap perfume and talking loudly on the phone, Dare’s eye twitched as she watched the woman approach. 

“Oh, I know, isn’t that the worst?”

More customers coming in.

“Ma’am.”

“Ugh, yes! And he had the audacity-” 

“Ma’am!” 

“What?” The woman looked at Dare as if she had done some terrible misdeed by interrupting her.

“We have a policy of no talking on the phone when ordering. It holds up the line.”

“I don’t give a damn about your policy!”

Another eye twitch. Deep breaths, Dare. Deep breaths.

“What can I get for you?”

Play it nice. Play it cool. 

While the baristas were making the lady’s drinks, Dare quickly excused herself from the cash register and went to the manager.

“What’re you doing? You’re supposed to be manning-”

“I quit.”

“What?”

“I quit.”

“It’s been three hours-”

“I know. But I don’t want you in trouble,” Dare spoke as she untied the apron and removed her cap.

“Trouble for what?”

The woman’s name and drink was called out. Fresh and hot. 

Dare quickly made her way to where the barista and lady were, snatching the drink.

“Excuse me!”

“Sorry, ma’am. Just gotta make sure it’s hot enough.”

Dare caught sight of the manager out of the corner of her eye. He was shaking his head.

In an instant, coffee went flying and splashed in the woman’s face. Dare caught her by the collar before she stumbled back, slamming her face against the counter-top, and hopped over and began pummeling her face in.

“You rude bitch! Fuck you and your phone!” She heard a crunch and was certain she just broke her nose.

Closing in. 

Dare landed one final punch before she dived down and out of reach of several people.

Chasing.

She slammed through the doors and ran. Bringing up her wrist and activating her watch, she quickly summoned her bike to her location. When it activated and raced towards her, Dare effortlessly jumped and sped off. Not back home. Not yet. Hide out for a few hours, come back when everything’s been calm.

She lasted three hours. If you asked her, she’d call that a record.

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"I don’t get to have friends."

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Listened to some Dare music, felt sad, so I made her sad and probably get backstabbed by her hero friends. First Hazard, now Sunday and Pup... she can’t get a break.

Looks like her friends never truly trusted her much.

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Dare

A rogue created for war, or rather, bringing war and ending faction conflict to unite them against a common enemy - her.

Her mother had a very strange thought process.

She has three separate DNA - her mother, and two fathers who are supposed to be top of the line s t r o n k.

Now, I know she’s a warrior, thief/criminal, hacker, and speedster daredevil.

What STORY do I give her... No fucking clue. She, along with those from her species ARE from an alien planet and eventually go to earth (if you cant tell she used to be a Transformers OC hhhhh)

And I’m honestly up for suggestions on what story to give her. I feel like it’ll be mostly action slice-of-life with an end goal, something happening every chapter? Think TFP.

On one hand I imagine her faking memory loss and working for government baddies and BAM, at the last second she turns the tables on em.

The two factions are, HAH, totally not ripoffs/spinoffs of the Decepticons and Autobots.

I just really wanna give her her own story while keeping some of the original things kinda there? I don’t know how, but I’d really appreciate some help.