THE WORD

[outcasty]

me: i like this villian

yall: OKAY this is ok but like, um, jhave you considered that this character is a Bad Person and you shouldnt be IDOLIZING and ROMANTICIZING this character because thy are evil and edgy and thats wrong

me: i LOVE this villian in fact

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i gotta say that it’s like

actually really nice to have a job i want to do overtime at, and where i really like all my coworkers and the work itself.

even if it’s cramping my social life.

[melloincholy]

        “𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.” independent lord el-melloi ii of fate franchise.

   oc, mutlimuse, crossover & au friendly.  fifteen years rp experience,    novella, one-liner, paragraph, etc. open to nearly all roleplays.

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honestly au where daemon dunks daecon and has mettaton be her right hand man

he’s like mike the tv but better.

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Daemon doodles.

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daemon’s true function is to make people weirdly flattered and uncomfortable.

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me: me: me: i’m not going to make a fate rp sideblog.

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tocorruptandconquer replied to your post: me: why am i so tired me: me: me: oh right,...

IVE BEEN MISSING YOU

OKAY THIS WEEKEND I BOUGHT GOD OF WAR AND DIDN’T MOVE UNTIL IT WAS DONE.

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me: why am i so tired me: me: me: oh right, because i never turn down overtime offers.

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                                           All must hear The Word.

[bodhilukes]

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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tocorruptandconquer:

  “Perhaps the name BOB rings a bell, does it not?”

   Weight shifts from clawed heel to the other, finding balance in his posture as malicious red eyes lock onto her form.  She truly was… Gorgeous. In the aesthetic sense. So petite, yet, capable of great damage. 

    Now if only her looks could kill just as much as she’d planned to do with her payload. Almost gotten away with it, too. 

   “Your malicious code that gives you your destructive power has been removed from you. Bob had almost entirely taken it from you, until I intervened. There was… Another circumstance that showed up which needed his attention more than you at the time. I sought to take advantage of that moment and save you by bringing you back here.”

   “What has been done to you is not something that I can help you with, but at the very least, you should still have some of your remaining abilities.”

“Bob...”

Those tiny hands clench into fists. He had sought to -- sought to do to her as he’d done to Hexidecimal. Transform her from a virus into an abomination... but perhaps the greatest sin of all was that he had left her alive after robbing her of purpose.

“Bob.”

At once she’s on her feet - swaying ever so slightly, dizziness is not something she’s experienced.

The Word, the word was cron. She was not an entity,  she was a time. And the time had passed, and the word was -- and there it is, she finds it but there’s something different. It doesn’t matter what else she can do if she can’t do this.

The hourglass is empty and her function is incomplete.

“... So then I must depose my messanger and reclaim my code. You are... Megabyte, yes?”

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like this for a starter.

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                                           All must hear The Word.

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channelhopping:

Upon her words the corners of Mike’s mouth slung down low in a fleeting sense of melancholy, going so far as to dip his beady eyes.

Same song and dance for poor old Mike the TV…. honestly nobody’s quite sure who IS his regular buyers base. Oh well the show must go on!

Back on the horse again he’s perked-up with the flip of a channel! Mike, without any hesitation puts his little mitten of a hand inside of Daemon’s own.

“Even so…. Your very presence is worth more than all the BITS in the Super Computer, My Lady!”

      “Truly, you are immaculate.”

  “Charming!”

                   “The FACE that TVLAND loves and adores!!”

DEAR how he emphasized with great lengths of body language, free arm flung up into the air.

Ah, how she loves his enthusiasm. What the TV may lack in, well, everythng, he more than makes up for with enthusiasm and, at times, bravery. Gently she clasps his hand in both of hers, smiling adoringly at him.

“You are a wonder in yourself, Michel. I would have none other at my side. Come, shall we enjoy Seconds of our Lives?”

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i think @noformat once called me on not having any het ships.

clearly we never talked about reboot enough.

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                                           All must hear The Word.