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* (1) word prompts

send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

wounded 

cold

silence

safety

hot

secret

bury

run

loss

nightfall

smile

hitchhiker

blood

laughter

disgust

wrath

remorse

cry

numb

alone

danger

food

matches

hallway

sunlight

forgotten

lie

sleep

scratching

soaring

power

winter

death

panic

insomnia

rain

myth

bury

gun

clown

cult

bug

creature

tire

lost

I have... Rosnix on my mind.... If anyone would be interested in talking to them <:)! I'll send askies back!

you’re the weirdest girl i’ve ever met (seductively)

Ooh? What happened in the desert, Rosnix?

"=) Well.... (=" -> Drabble <-

The cooled winds of the desert nighttime caused sand and dust to shift as Rosnix hovered overhead, their eyes glowing a vibrant blue as they scanned the nearby areas for any sort of scape material to store within their stomach compartment. The chittering of desert creatures, the howling of a distant desert canine was no more than ambient noise to the robot as they hovered around, a little frustrated as their scanners seemed to be picking up nothing. That was until a small "blip!" came from their scanner, causing the robot to move towards the direction of the object. Normally they could find a decent amount of scape material around in these parts. Old abandoned scuttlebuggy parts, some bits and bobs of broken-down metal contraptions. Hell! Rosnix found what appeared to be the frame of a painting that had soot stuck within the framing's pattern [That was torture to clean out mind you]. Although what Rosnix found was odd. A lot odder than they could've expected. Poking out from a mound of sand looked to be a pair of goggles, old fashioned ones as well. With a raise of their eyebrow, Rosnix touched down and reached out for the eyewear. And as their metal fingertips brushed against it, the world seemed to stop around them. A sudden coldness whirled around them, making them freeze up on the spot. Several of their sensors were going off, alerting them that danger was nearby. But they couldn't move, Rosnix was stuck in place as if they were a statue. Their mechanical eyes widened as a figure slowly came into view. Their sensors screamed louder as if they were telling Rosnix to run. To get out of there, to get back to the safety of their flesh brother's hive. The figure drew nearer as a thumping sound rang through the robot's head. Louder and louder as the figure got closer and closer. Rosnix tried to get themselves to talk, to say anything, just in hopes of SOMEONE hearing them. It was futile tho, it was like their voicebox had short-circuited, rendering them unable to speak. The figure stopped only a few feet away from Rosnix, drenched in shadow with faint blue hues spotted around their form. Tall, semi-curved horns seem to perfectly form around one of the Alternian moons above as Rosnix stared wide-eyed, a feeling of fear rushing through them. The figure reached out their hand, letting it rest gently against Rosnix's cheek. Rosnix made a low mechanical noise akin to whimper as their body faltered, causing them to drop down to their knees and hold their head. A thousand thoughts seemed to rush through their brain at once, causing them to jerk and shutter in what could only be assumed to be pain. They bent forward, resting themselves now on their knees and elbows as they waited for the feeling to stop. And once they looked up again... The figure was gone.

here she is! updated aldera ref

Ooh? What happened in the desert, Rosnix?

"=) Well.... (=" -> Drabble <-

The cooled winds of the desert nighttime caused sand and dust to shift as Rosnix hovered overhead, their eyes glowing a vibrant blue as they scanned the nearby areas for any sort of scape material to store within their stomach compartment. The chittering of desert creatures, the howling of a distant desert canine was no more than ambient noise to the robot as they hovered around, a little frustrated as their scanners seemed to be picking up nothing. That was until a small "blip!" came from their scanner, causing the robot to move towards the direction of the object. Normally they could find a decent amount of scape material around in these parts. Old abandoned scuttlebuggy parts, some bits and bobs of broken-down metal contraptions. Hell! Rosnix found what appeared to be the frame of a painting that had soot stuck within the framing's pattern [That was torture to clean out mind you]. Although what Rosnix found was odd. A lot odder than they could've expected. Poking out from a mound of sand looked to be a pair of goggles, old fashioned ones as well. With a raise of their eyebrow, Rosnix touched down and reached out for the eyewear. And as their metal fingertips brushed against it, the world seemed to stop around them. A sudden coldness whirled around them, making them freeze up on the spot. Several of their sensors were going off, alerting them that danger was nearby. But they couldn't move, Rosnix was stuck in place as if they were a statue. Their mechanical eyes widened as a figure slowly came into view. Their sensors screamed louder as if they were telling Rosnix to run. To get out of there, to get back to the safety of their flesh brother's hive. The figure drew nearer as a thumping sound rang through the robot's head. Louder and louder as the figure got closer and closer. Rosnix tried to get themselves to talk, to say anything, just in hopes of SOMEONE hearing them. It was futile tho, it was like their voicebox had short-circuited, rendering them unable to speak. The figure stopped only a few feet away from Rosnix, drenched in shadow with faint blue hues spotted around their form. Tall, semi-curved horns seem to perfectly form around one of the Alternian moons above as Rosnix stared wide-eyed, a feeling of fear rushing through them. The figure reached out their hand, letting it rest gently against Rosnix's cheek. Rosnix made a low mechanical noise akin to whimper as their body faltered, causing them to drop down to their knees and hold their head. A thousand thoughts seemed to rush through their brain at once, causing them to jerk and shutter in what could only be assumed to be pain. They bent forward, resting themselves now on their knees and elbows as they waited for the feeling to stop. And once they looked up again... The figure was gone.

[A small box is sent to Jelames hive. Inside is just a note that says "Get better contracts. Signed, C.M."]

-> The Blueblood snorts loudly at the note, rolling it up. "That bitch. FUnny little fUck she is."

D'awwh I'm doing just fine, Rosnix. Thank you for asking! So, have you had much going on, anything you'd like to share? :O??

"=) Not much unfortunately. I've simply been doing what I do most nights. Assisting my flesh brother around his hive, going out and about in the desert in search of scrap materials. The usual. (="

"=) Although... I believe something happened to me whilst I was out and about in the desert. (="

💧🌎🌺 - Rosnix? :O??

💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? A: I genuinely don't know how Rosnix would react. Troll emotions for the most part are still fairly foreign and hard for them to understand. I do know they'd be quite upset tho. How would they cope? I don't think they even know HOW to cope with stuff like this. Remember: Robot. 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? A: I mean. I guess the most they'd wanna change is to make sure the people they love most can be safe. 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it? A: I think Rosnix just likes flowers in general... Although I can see they have a preference for blue n purple flowers :>

ROSNIX!! Hihiii, how ya doing?

"=) Oh, hello friend. I am doing well. Yourself? (="

WDYM you turn into a hippie during the summer?! I still stay gothified. 🦇🖤🦇 .

🎥 afunkypunkskeleton (on TT)

thats huge for them

(from always sunny)

I have... Rosnix on my mind.... If anyone would be interested in talking to them <:)! I'll send askies back!

I have... Rosnix on my mind.... If anyone would be interested in talking to them <:)! I'll send askies back!

Taps mic Ahem Blue Spades :)