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     ;; i’m making this most on this blog specifically rather than reposting it to multiple ones because that’s just kinda time consuming n stuff. 

      for the time being, i’m considering @mccormicx, @act–01 and @act–02 officially closed / dead. as far as kenny goes, i really don’t see myself returning to south park anytime soon with how much i disliked season 19 among other personal reasons, and the muse just isn’t there anymore. for rin and len, the muse i have for them is so rare that i don’t really get on them for months at a time, so there’s no a whole bunch of point keeping them open?

      i might revive either of them in the near future though! i very much am still in the vocaloid fandom still, but since their v4x’s came out the entire characterization built upon a made-up backstory i had for them kinda falls through, so when and if i do they’ll need some heavy rewrites.

       this does, however, mean i only have one active rp blog for the time being. if you see this post and you really want to see the mun roleplay some more or interact further, i’m active on @m-egabonavia! i’m also planning another potential two blogs atm but they’re on the back burner ‘till i can work on other fun things.

      { ☄ } “Hi, I’m Mabel Pines! I’m 12 and I own a pig. I know you’re just a tourist and all, but I have a reaaaaally important question for you…”

      “Can I pleeeeeease touch your hair?!” The girl’s voice drops down to almost a whisper as she reaches up. “It looks like it’s made out of bananas…” 

      And he’d intended to spend it alone, appreciating the peace and quiet, but... 

      Mabel wouldn’t have been the first person to ask to touch his hair; it seemed like most concert-goers and fans had an obsession with the stylized bangs, jokingly referring to it as a literal bunch of bananas. Not that he really appreciated the association, but... he couldn’t exactly deny the request, for whatever reason.

      (( Hihi, Cas here. Just want to let all you lovely people know that Quincy’s laptop finally bit the dust and that it’ll be at least a week minimum before my meme queen’s back on her feet. If you were looking to get some commissions from her, then they’ll be delayed until she can get back on.

      ;; as another update on the laptop situation it’s getting worse by the hour – the laptop holds no power on its own and the charger doesn’t work unless i fold it awkwardly to get the power through. i t’s entirely possible that within the next day or so this thing will die and i won’t have a way to charge it, so in the event that that does happen i’ll try and have someone hop on and make a post for me on my blogs

“ Must be nice, I share my room with…my Len,   he’s away for android stuff for a while so, I gotta   be alone most nights now.”

Squeezing the bag hugged to chest, watching carefully as the lift pulled them to their destination, a sight leaves betwixt lips feeling as if she will not be able to sleep tonight, how she longed for her Len by her side to protect her; maybe weakness had overcome her once strong & self-reliant now nothing but a weakling. Hiding away from the world, how it hurt her so.     “ my uh…my dad…haha.”     hollowed laughter echoed     throughout the small space     of the elevator.     “ he uhm…” hands begin to move    to illustrate her horror story.

      She was afraid of her parental figure...? ...Was that normal? He’d never had parents in the strictest sense and had no frame of reference, but as far as he could tell, that wasn’t normal behavior. 

      [♮] “...I don’t know a lot about how human father and daughter relationships work...but that doesn’t sound right at all...,” Len focused on her grim expression, hoping to catch a glimpse of some recognizable emotion or indicator. Usually he would try and grab a general definition from songs he had downloaded into his internal database, but... there was nothing that quite seemed to illustrate that sort of thing through explicit keywords.

     But if this human Rin was afraid, he wouldn’t discredit her claims. He may not be able to comprehend her situation, but he was no stranger to fear -- that could easily translate between their differences of artificial memory and organic memory. 

      He offered an encouraging smile as the elevator began to slow to a halt from their ascent. [♮] “It’s kind of pain to share a room with her, though...Rin’s very messy, so you may have to clear some space. But you can stay as long as you want. I don’t think Crypton will mind much.”

      The glass doors slid open to reveal a rather vibrant yet simple living space -- a circular room five stripes of color to represent each VOCALOID unit thus far spread around the white walls, complimenting the couch, chairs and bean bags organized neatly in the center that were in the same shades. A TV was set on top of a black stand, complete with Playstation 4 and an unused Dreamcast -- compliments of SEGA, as far as Len was aware -- with stacks of video games were piled beside it all, all of it resting on top of a soft black carpet to offset the white wall and tiles. Towards the back of the living room was a long hallway, with each set of doors leading of into one unit’s personal bedroom.

       He motioned for her to follow as he approached one of the middle doors, with a silver nameplate stenciling out RIN and LEN in golden lettering. The left side of the door was entirely covered in various doodles, scraps of paper and notations, while the right remained bare save for a simple small white board with a black EXPO marker resting on top. The board had a few production schedule notes as well as complimentary doodle from Rin that had appeared at some unknown point.

“ I wouldn’t be certain on that, they copied my voice and face…and a lil of my   body but that was like a year ago, I’ve changed…since then.”

she laughs a hollow laughter reeking of a type sarcasm mixed with sadness, it would have been nice to change over the days months and years just a little to no longer look like a child–  though to be as naive as one would make for a pleasant change, the bogeyman was real though and he insited to come after her knocking at the door in the early morning, to take everything the child held dear when she could not FIGHT she FLED.

     “ nice jammies. “

trying to make some sort of light of the situation a small giggle was made, Rin steps inside the threshold between the outside world and the slight warmth still radiating from the heater system, she assumed the androids did not need the heat to be on but at this rate the girl would be an icicle. She follows without second thought only wishing to get warm once more, getting number by the second from the tips of ice blue fingers to reddened nose, he spoke but it took a few moments to stop the clatter of teeth to steady her words- half expecting to see a puff of her breath fall out lips.

     [♮] “Something along those lines, yeah. Meiko-san and Kaito-nii said we didn’t before Hatsune-san was built because of budget constraints, but we have our own specific floor now.” If he was being honest, it was almost like a glorified storage closet...if they weren’t being used daily, he was sure they’d just be turned on when required and shut off to be put in some unused lab space inbetween. After all, they weren’t programmed with the instinctual desire for comfortable beds or running water like humans.

     Len gazes out the clear walls of the elevator as he continues, watching the mechanisms pull them upwards through various floors -- some office, other unused, and a few being rebuilt to concentrate on advertising. [♮] “I’ve been to a hotel, once, so I suppose it’s sort of like that... we all get our own room, except Rin and I share one. They didn’t know during development they’d need an extra made, so it’s always just been five rooms.” 

  I feel like crying from my s̲̳͜u̶̥̗̮̜͕ff̵̩e͖̙̜͢r͝ͅḭ͚̝͚ͅn̻͡g͓͉ ,                                  but am unable to cling to anyone,                                              and my voice is being ridiculed and ignored.                 To put it simply, I am merely a piece of ｊｕｎｋ.

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which means we can expect it in Project Diva X god is never coming back