masters-menagerie

[masters-menagerie]

It just so happened that someone else was there looking for parts. Ghost's bike had been making some rattling noises and stuttering, and he wasn't about to let his favorite project total itself. Best to try and fix the problem before it turned into something worse. He had all the tools, he just needed the parts to switch out.

He had found a couple engine components that he was holding onto, but he was still looking for some pistons and a spare battery, if he was lucky. Most of the one's Ghost came across were dead, fried, or nearly empty and not worth the effort of carrying around in his subspace. He was combing through his third heap of the day when a familiar shade of orange caught his eye. For a flicker, his core was hopeful--but he remembered quickly that it wasn't who he was hoping for.

He watched Cutman looking around on the same heap he'd also been digging through, watching the bot's face scrunch up and fall between emotions of frustration and disappointment. Was he looking for something in particular? For a second, Ghost thought about offering to help...

....

Actually, maybe he'd found enough for today. He had barely escaped an interrogation the last time he ran into this Cutman, and it would likely be harder to avoid it a second time. Perhaps now was a good time to leave....

Starter for @masters-menagerie

"Maybe I shouldn't have just gone to do this..."

Cut Man mumbled to himself while he looked over the recycle yard of the city. A place where Humans and Reploid's could go to try and find parts that were still good and allowed to be taken or reintigrated. Almost like a refurbish sort of place really. And he had been wanting to try and get himself some sort of vehicle for himself, Shaska ahd agreed to make him something, so long as he got the right parts fo it.

The problem? He wasn't sure what sort of vehicle he wanted, speed or space... Let alone just what would be best to handle whatever he chose. Maybe something small and speedy would be the easiest, like a bike. But with a side car maybe? That could be fun... And handle the space problem.

Cut Man stopped near a section of engines, and leaned his ehad back with a defeated groan, the scissor blades on his head folding down. "Should have just stuck with assistant and not on my own!"

Sure, he scans, he knows-- but he can't decide. Already trying to put together some sort of rough blue print in his mind. Maybe he should have just stuck with teleporting.

#ghost of the past (mmx blues) #sharp wit (cutman)

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He was a little taken aback with her excitement. Sure, he was excited to see her too! But He hadn't expected her to fully leap onto him. Luna was light enough that he could catch her and hold her--of course, having four arms helped with that too. Wasp was mindful of her wings, which he had noticed were emitting off a little light. Cute...

"I am." He couldn't help but laugh, just a little. "I am glad to see you too."

Wasp set Luna back on the ground gently, letting her go and pulling his arms back to himself. "Have you and your family been well?"

Luna's antennae and posture straightened when Wasp's familiar soothing voice reached her audials, and she quickly looked behind herself to see him approaching her, and her face broke out in a wide and joyful smile that was hidden behind her mask but showed itself in her shining marigold eyes.

"Wasp!!!"

Her elation at seeing Wasp again after being apart for so long was great, so much so that she immediately activated her gravity generators to rise from the ground and rush towards him with outstretched arms to close the distance. Luna launched herself into Wasp's torso with a soft thump, and she wrapped her arms around him in a affectionate hug, her wings fluttering in her happiness. They also seemed to glow just a little brighter. Luna moved her head so she could rest her chin on his chest and look up into his face.

"You made it! I'm so glad you're here!"

#gentle hornet (wasp man) #luna #moths and hornets

[masters-menagerie]

Wasp was thankful for the weather being as clear and pleasant as it was. It added a calm atmosphere to the secluded meeting place, making comfort more easily achievable. He had no reason to feel uncomfortable, of course; however, he was feeling nervous. It had been too long since he and Luna were last able to see one another, what with the education center being so busy with all of the school fieldtrips and planning new presentations taking up most of everyone's time. From what he understood, Luna and her family had been fairly busy as well, and their schedules never seemed to line up properly for them to have some time to enjoy one another's company. It was a relief when things began to slow down for both of them, and they were finally able to plan for tonight. If bad weather had interrupted it, he would have been incredibly disappointed.

He spotted Luna up ahead between the trees, sitting on a log on the lake shore. Wasp was happy to see her. Relief settled over him as everything seemed to be working out after weeks of trying to make plans falling through the cracks. Although, as he walked closer to the lake where Luna sat, Wasp couldn't help but feel a little anxious. The quiet breeze, chirping of insects and small critters, the distant owl calls, the moon reflecting over the water in the distance--the implications of meeting someone in the evening like this, alone--it was beginning to hit him just how romantic the whole scene was...

Wasp shook his head at himself. No, he was just overthinking it. His friend was sharing a special place with him, and giving them a chance to talk without prying eyes or eavesdroppers. That was all.

"Miss Luna." He called out to her, his modulated voice buzzing with a deep tone. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

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The half moon hung overhead, casting it's pale moonlight onto the quiet surface of the lake as Luna sat patiently on a fallen log close to the grassy shore, her hands resting in her lap and her faintly glowing wings folded in a relaxed position behind her back. The only sounds that could be heard on this night were that of chirping crickets and the periodic rustling of leaves from the trees that surrounded the lake, with a hooting owl also joining in on occasion. Innumerable stars dotted the inky night sky thanks to the minimal light pollution -- one of the perks of living so far out in the country. Luna had visited this particular lake near her family's cottage several times in the past on her own, but this time she wouldn't be by herself.

She and Wasp were going to spend time together again, and Luna couldn't help but feel a little excited.

It had been many months since they'd last seen each other, and Luna had received a few modifications to her design since then. Rounded spherical shoulders replaced her pauldrons to allow her arms more free range of motion, and a yellow stripe ran down the middle of her torso, cutting through the black of her bodysuit. Even her wings had been slightly redesigned, with pale lines now streaking throughout them much like her namesake moth.

Luna had chosen this location and time of day in particular for the fact that no people would be out visiting at this late hour, which would only leave the two robot masters to privately bask in the calming, peaceful atmosphere, something she thought Wasp would appreciate.

It was the perfect meeting place.

#wasp: wait is this a date? nonono that's silly #skbkjsbjcakj #gentle hornet (wasp man) #luna #moths and hornets

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"How do you know?" Ghost taunted him. Each of them knew how smart the other bot was, and it would seem that they respected that to a certain degree. That didn't stop Ghost's habitual shit talking, though--which continues as Shadow sizes up the tree.

"This tree has the perfect branches for sitting on for napping. It's not my fault that Wily felt entitled to claiming the land around it for himself. I was here first."

He could feel where Shadow was re-materializing before he saw it--like a feeling you get when you can feel someone standing next to you, or watching you with intent. Ghost glanced over to the Wilybot, mismatched eyes studying him from behind his darkly tinted shades. Would Shadow resort to violence if he kept up with this banter for too long? Almost certainly. But, Ghost was prepared for that.

"It's such a nice day out, I felt like taking a walk." Ghost answered. "I happened to wind up around the neighborhood, and thought I'd see what everyone was up to. I got bored when I didn't find anyone and climbed up here to relax."

Speaking in half truths was practically a skill for the eldest. Ghost doubted that Shadow would buy any of it, as it was the other's nature to be skeptical and suspicious. But it kept the ninja in place, which gave Ghost time to really study the other. Poking and prodding, putting feelers out to see how he was doing. Ghost was mentally kicking himself again. It was ridiculous to be this hung up over a little tiff, and to be so distracted by thoughts of another RM that he went out of his way to spy on them. Too late to turn around now. He may as well poke and prod some more;

"Glad to see you've sobered up since the last time we talked. A drunk espionage unit is a recipie for disaster."

"You were not asleep," Shadow pointed out bluntly. He did not care to put up with his ridiculous small talk. He knew that Proto Man wasn't stupid. At least, not in a technical sense. They both knew the swing had been perfectly intentional right where it was. "You would not be trespassing if you had nothing to gain."

Shadow paused to size up the tree. It was sturdy, clearly enough so to support the eldest. He may not have known this one's measurements, but from what he could recall, he would estimate Proto Man to not be too much lighter than himself. With that in mind, and a few extra mental calculations, he dipped down into the dark shadow cast by the tree in the midday sun. His body dematerialized, as if melting into the void, and reconstructed itself a moment later onto the conjunction of a nearby branch. Like an object in the dark slowly coming into focus, he appeared to Proto Man's right. In one swift motion, he drew his sword from its sheath and stabbed it shallowly into the wood as he crouched down. It wasn't for balance, he could do that on his own feet, but a quiet, unacknowledged display. His other arm rested more casually over his leg.

"What do you want?" he repeated.

#-banging my head against a wall- #gHOST #ghost of the past (mmx blues) #shadow stalker (shadow man)

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Ghost really couldn't care less what Wily was up to, or what he'd ordered any of his RMs to do. He noticed when Shadow's patterns changed though, and had been seriously thinking of just leaving. He knew Shadow was smart, and probably sensed someone's eyes on him long before he started alternating his usual route. Yet he didn't move. Ghost just continued to watch him.

He perked up a little when Shadow suddenly turned and was coming in his direction. A part of him hoped that, by some miracle, Shadow didn't know he was there. But just as he'd noticed the shift in the robot master's shadow, there was a twang of metal and a heavy thunk as the blade was stuck into the tree by his head. Well....at least Shadow didn't want him dead. He could have easily gotten Ghost square in the chest or the forehead from that distance, with that speed.

Well. The jig was up.

"....hello to you too." Ghost spoke down at the Wilybot. "Who said I wanted anything? Here I was, enjoying the nice weather and having a nap--which you so rudely woke me up from."

Ghost reached up to where the blade was sticking out of the trunk, and flicked the handle with his gloved fingers.

"Cuttin' it kind of close there."

Shadow Man could be rather dense when it came to social situations, but spacial awareness was one of his areas of mastery. He had picked up on the fact that he was being watched fairly quickly, and by who, but he had yet to do anything to give it away. He had paused and slightly adjusted his patrol to keep this spy out of too much of his family's business, but it slowly became more clear that this Proto Man did not seem interested in that business. After all, if he had intended to follow him somewhere important, he surely would have noticed the irregularity of his pathing by now. But that didn't make any sense. Why follow him just to watch him? What was he gaining from this? The first was strange, to be sure, but the longer he simply peacefully observed, the more his questions ate at his processor.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, he shifted to begin walking towards the tree in which the Proto Man sat. His gate was slow and casual, and he pointedly did not look in his direction. If this was an ambush, he would be walking right into it, but he had the sneaking suspicion that this one was not so patient as to wait for that long.

A shadow blade was summoned and then flung half the distance between them before a human eye could have registered the movement occurred. It sunk cleanly into the trunk of the tree, several inches from where the Proto Man's head had been lounging.

"What do you want?" he asked dully.

#idfouodjos omg #ghost of the past (mmx blues) #shadow stalker (shadow man)

[masters-menagerie]

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

#ask prompt #ask meme #rp prompt #rp meme #open #accepting #specify muses please!

[masters-menagerie]

Closed starter for @haunted-machines

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This was stupid.

Ghost was kicking himself in the rear mentally as he sat up in a tree. He laid back against the trunk, lounging on a sturdy branch with one leg propped up and his arm resting atop his knee. From his resting place he kept a close eye on his target in the distance, going about his day and duties.

This was so stupid.

It had been months since he and this Shadow had their little spat. Shadow had been more than clear that he had no interest in seeing Ghost again. Fine, he thought. He just won't see me. But now that he was staring at the back of the ninja's head, it was starting to sink in just how ridiculous he was being. Why did he care so much what this one thought of him? Why was he so fascinated by this particular model? It pissed him off. And yet...

He was here. In this stupid tree. Doing this stupid check up on a bot who wanted nothing to do with him.

Ghost laid his head back against the trunk of the tree, brunette bangs moving ever so slightly as the breeze went through the leaves. At least it was a nice day out...

#He likes Jiraiya and he's so fucking mad about it XDD #ghost of the past (mmx blues) #shadow stalker (shadow man)

[masters-menagerie]

"Fuck off, Scruffy."

@melodic-mayh3m

"Who the hell are you calling sleeping beauty?"

#the answer is yes sjdnvljds #crow (blues) #ghost of the past (mmx blues)

[masters-menagerie]

@melodic-mayh3m

"Who the hell are you calling sleeping beauty?"

#ghost of the past (mmx blues)

[masters-menagerie]

@darckcarnival

"Yeah yeah, Whatever. I'm here."

#ghost of the past (mmx blues)

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Cicada perks up a little. "I sense a makeover."

Rollman blinks at him. "What are you talking about...???"

#dash commentary #HIS GAYDAR IS SOUNDING #cicada #rollman

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

#ask prompt #ask meme #rp prompt #rp meme #open #accepting #(( specify muses! ))

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oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

#ask prompt #ask meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #open #(( specify muses! ))

[masters-menagerie]

"Ugh, my fucking head..."

#he's stirring #ghost of the past (mmx blues) #open

[masters-menagerie]

"G...Girlfriend....?"

"Oh...♡"

#(( SHE HEARD THAT BURNIE )) #dash commentary #no one's caged bird (nightingale woman)

[masters-menagerie]

Someone is in a mood....

#(( happy sinday HXKXOYYGF )) #dash commentary #sinday #open

[masters-menagerie]

Ghost's eyes always did remind Edeline of the earth and sea when she first saw them. Yet there's his smile--the humor and mirth he brings along with him in almost each of their meetings that she finds herself loving, too.

She supposed the red that occassionally dusted his cheeks was rather endearing as well, but that would be best left a secret, wouldn't it?

(@lcveblind)

WELL DAMN EDDY, GET HIS ASS--

#(( SHE'S SO SWEET AAAAAAA )) #answered ask #ghost of the past (mmx blues) #her royal majesty (edeline)