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I haven’t posted here in a while, and im back to say why, in one final post. Long story short

I’m done. I give up.

Long version: I just cannot get the drive anymore, I have no idea what to do with Doggo anymore, I get so exhausted even thinking of posting on any of my RP blogs. Whatever I had a couple years ago is just gone. And? I think im just done with RPing on Tumblr. Mostly because of it starting to become a trashfire website-wise.

The other, like, 30%, I just don’t feel like I even have a place here anymore. No one’s fault but my own.

I’m not completely gone though, I got a main blog and a twitter if you just want to vaguely keep up with me in general beyond RP stuff. Or want to see me reblog dogs and tokusatsu stuff.

>> https://sentaijoe.tumblr.com/ << >> https://twitter.com/SentaiJoe <<

I’m also on Discord but im not one to hand it out publicly, so just ask me somewhere for it. Speaking of which, I still RP, just on Discord now, split between a couple servers.

Otherwise, I plan on focusing on other things i’ve been wanting to do. Streaming, mostly, maybe pick up my tablet pen more often. We’ll see.

Blog will still be here, so will my other ones, nothing’s getting deleted, I just won’t be here anymore.

But, know this, I wouldn’t trade my time here for anything, despite the good times and the bad times. Regardless of any of that, i’ve learned some lessons, and i’ve come out with about everything I wanted when I first decided to start the blog.

Ressa was about to start her vocal warmups in the garage, but.. She had a feeling, and the hair was standing up on the back of her neck. Someone, she didn’t know who it was.. But someone had been watching them, and shadily lurking around her house for the past few weeks. Instead, she pulls out Amy’s laptop, puts it on max volume, and starts up one of her mp3s of her past practices… and goes into the house from the garage instead.

“(Alright, so Blood and Guts, might as well practice the vocals of this…)”

Quietly, she exits the front door.. and starts to sneak around to the garage, herself.

“(Blood and guts rain from the sky!!)”

….She’s almost near the bun, by now, noticing them sitting down. A few more moments and…

“(One day you will fuckin’ die!!)”

In one, deft motion, she picks him up with both hands by the collar and SLAMS him into the garage door, facing her. The song’s still playing from inside the garage, muffled.

(Two. Weeks. Two weeks you’ve been sneaking around my garage and trying to be all stealthy like a creep. I’m giving you about three seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing here before I do something I might regret later.)

And there it is! That powerful voice and violent lyrics! A small guilty pleasure of the bunny’s honestly, truly the best way to let negative emotions flow away rather than being confrontational about it right? He closes his eyes and lightly taps his foot at the rythm, everything was nice and well until his previous peace was interrupted by someone picking him up so suddenly and slamming him against the door, that’s going to hurt for a long while for sure..

Not only this whole situation was making him panic, the person holding him against the door, was she… was she the one he’s used to hear singing?! Oh this is bad 

*I-I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO COME OFF AS A STALKER! I-I JUST-”

(..Geez. why didn’t you say so in the first place? My songs may have teeth, but I won’t bite. Unless you want me to or something.) 

Without a second thought, she gently puts him down, and dusts him off... before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead, a smirk on her face. 

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Another lovely day, another thing to do, Ragg was on his way to work just like any other day, however, something stopped him, a certain house, whenever he walked around there he could hear people practicing music in there and, honestly? Damn they sound good! A quick look at his clock and he realized.

*Well, I don’t suppose the boss is awake this early anyways… I think I have some time to kill until then..” And so, the flowerboy approaches the garage door with the intent of knocking on it, however…

“(Alright, so Blood and Guts, might as well practice the vocals of this...)”

Quietly, she exits the front door.. and starts to sneak around to the garage, herself.

“(Blood and guts rain from the sky!!)”

....She’s almost near the bun, by now, noticing them sitting down. A few more moments and...

“(One day you will fuckin’ die!!)”

In one, deft motion, she picks him up with both hands by the collar and SLAMS him into the garage door, facing her. The song’s still playing from inside the garage, muffled.

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Amy just casually waves back, before he continues to type away. Meanwhile, in Ressa’s room, Dogaressa just keeps exercising, planning on doing 15 or 20 reps before she put the other dumbbell down. She keeps talking as she does, though. 

(Hff.. I mean… Even if we did do good.. I wouldn’t beat her up bad or anything. She’s like sixteen, for chrissakes. Hff.. Even if I want to teach her a lesson.. huff.. I’m not gonna hurt a kid like that. And plus, It’s not like I started this. I asked her to come over, maybe teach her how to fight, some friendly spars.. hff..) 

(And you know what she said? She said she could probably knock me flat on my ass without breaking a sweat. Sounds like a challenge to me. I’m just sayin’.. I may not go around layin’ into random people anymore, but if someone wants to fight me, I sure as hell ain’t gonna say no.) 

With that, her reps are finished, and she puts the dumbbell down alongside the other one, letting out a huge, exhausted sigh and wiping her brow. A moment later, she’s gotten up to stretch, touching her toes and making sure she was nice and limber post-workout, relaxing her muscles. 

(And, nah, I meant, like.. practice which song we were going to play. Or discuss it, though I wouldn’t say no to a spar. Don’t want to be playing 3 different songs or something.) 

“Still rather you didn’t keep getting into fights, but I guess fans love the wild, uncontrollable band member…Just remember that we’re not doing the ‘break on our equipment on stage’ thing until we have disposable money to replace stuff.”

“You know my mom won’t lend us any money, and I don’t even know where my dad gets his…”

He huffs, breaking out the guitar to start tuning it, going to sit in his usual spot in Ress’s room. He keeps talking, only pausing to double check the sound with his ears.

“I’m thinking we do one of our newer ones, the one we collabed on? Give a taste of both my style and yours. Like a sampler plate, but, uh, musically.”

He raises his voice, turning his head to the door.

“(Hell yeah, they do. I’m the wildest there is. Not...)” 

“(Not gonna be smashing anything, though. My mic’s my baby, I won’t even drop this thing after I drop a sick diss. Same deal with your guitar, Doggo, I know how much that thing means to you. And, yeah, that sounds good. Sucks that the only instrument I can play well is violin, not really metal.)” 

She starts thinking of some of their recent songs.. “Death’s Empress”, “Blood and Guts”, and “A Dance with the Devil”, all written by her, “Rampage in the Streets”, “Angel Graffiti”, and “Dog’s Riots”, all written by Doggo, and of course, their collab songs, “Canine Carnagevale” and “Anarchy Reigns”. That last one was probably the one they would sing to be honest, it had some pretty good lyrics. 

Death to the NSA

Death to the CIA 

All we want is freedom 

And we’ll fuckin’ make them pay 

Governments are shit 

Leaders are shit too 

Anarchy will reign 

This world will rise anew 

Yeah, that sounded good to her. 

“(What, like “Anarchy Reigns”? That’s one of our smash hits, I think. Literally. Like smash the windows of a government office but don’t actually do that because we’d go to jail for a long time.)” 

Amy yells back, still in his room. 

Amy perked up immediately - he can’t believe he didn’t notice her scent before. It was definitely a dog-goat monster.. He was so used to identifying others by their smells that he had forgotten about it by now. He breaks out a warm smile, though, at her excitement!

“Yeah, that was probably me, alright! Us doggy monsters gotta stick together, not many others see the world through our noses like we do. And.. I guess that explains why I haven’t seen you around, that, and because i’m like twice your age. Or three times, or something.” 

He extends his big pawhand down for Poppy to shake, careful to try not to spook her or anything. Barely knew this kid, after all. 

“Anyway, I’m Dogamy, nice to meet you! I’m the manager of the Rebels of Angel’s Heaven, a band that my girlfriend and boyfriend play in. I also read a lot and teach magic in my spare time. I could get Ressa’s mom to bring out some cookies for you, or something, if you want.” 

Poppy grinned with glee and reached out with her own paw to shake his, not at all spooked or deterred by the older dog monster. Yay, more dog monsters! There were barely any in the city because of all the horrid smells!

“Hiya! I’m Poppy, its nice to meet you Dogamy!” She grinned with glee and perked up her long ears, gasping out with wide eyes. “A band?! Ohh cool! You guys must be really, really awesome and cool with your band huh?” She asked with sparkles in her eyes, completely forgetting that she’s a bit lost in the neighborhood. Can’t learn much without exploring a bit, right?

“Poppy’s a pretty name. And as for the band... Yeah, we’re pretty cool. Saving up for better stuff, too, so we can make better music. And... a bakery?” 

He chuckles under his breath. Usually, he wouldn’t tell others this, but.. if it was just a kid, he was sure it was okay. And it was her dream, after all. Maybe telling this kid would help her eventually get it. Amy goes down to sit on his heels, at face level with Poppy, and shushes. 

“...Shh, please keep this a secret. My girlfriend, Dogaressa, always has wanted to be a baker. Since she was a little kid, actually, about your age. Her mom, Carina, is really good at baking, like I said, and she looks up to her mom a lot, as any kid with a good heart does to a mom who has a good heart too. Maybe if you go talk to her you could convince her to help you and your mama out at your job. She’d like it, promise.” 

And with that.. oh, boy. How did he explain this, how did he explain this, to a kid, at that...? He huffs through his nose, tail going still. Should be simple enough. 

“Oh, hee, Doggo.. You always know how to make me blush~!” 

Obviously said in a joking tone as well, Carina had long moved past the embarrassing incident, but still kept the joke going. Neither of them knew it was serious, and it was still pretty funny, to be honest. She goes to the oven and looks inside it, a little impatiently as he munches on cookies and goes to Ressa’s room. 

“I’ll drop off the snacks at practice later if you don’t take them.” 

Dogamy’s door is open, and he’s on his laptop inside - probably managing funds or looking for gigs for them. He was always on it, doing something or other. Meanwhile, in Ressa’s room, she’s working out, using weights that she keeps by her bed, 70 pound dumbbells for bicep curls. She’s wearing a black hoodie and some sweatpants, but nothing else.. There’s also a minifridge in her room that doesn’t seem to have been opened recently. She looks at Doggo as he enters, continuing to work out. 

(..hnnh… Hey, Doggo.. hff.. Ready for.. hff.. practice? Want to practice before our practice or something..? Make sure we’re ready?) 

She places the weight down with a thump, and starts doing bicep curls on her other arm. 

Doggo lets out a ‘hey, Ames’ as he passes Dogamy’s room to let him know that he was here, starting to bite into his second cookie as he meets up with Ress. He chews up his current bite as he pulls his guitar from his inventory, showing it off.

“Yeah, I brought my guitar with me. It could use a tune-up before-”

He stops himself as the evidence before him comes together. The weights, the working out, the sweatpants…He lets out a heavy sigh as he realizes what she probably really meant.

“Oh, you don’t mean practice for if this Susie wants to beat you up, do you? For god’s sake, Ressa! We aren’t in school anymore! Can’t keep settling things with brawls!”

(Hff.. I mean... Even if we did do good.. I wouldn’t beat her up bad or anything. She’s like sixteen, for chrissakes. Hff.. Even if I want to teach her a lesson.. huff.. I’m not gonna hurt a kid like that. And plus, It’s not like I started this. I asked her to come over, maybe teach her how to fight, some friendly spars.. hff..) 

(And you know what she said? She said she could probably knock me flat on my ass without breaking a sweat. Sounds like a challenge to me. I’m just sayin’.. I may not go around layin’ into random people anymore, but if someone wants to fight me, I sure as hell ain’t gonna say no.) 

With that, her reps are finished, and she puts the dumbbell down alongside the other one, letting out a huge, exhausted sigh and wiping her brow. A moment later, she’s gotten up to stretch, touching her toes and making sure she was nice and limber post-workout, relaxing her muscles.