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hi! this is an 18+ indie rp blog for Puppy from the game Ruiner. you don’t need to be familiar with the game to write with me! in fact there’s barely any Ruiner fandom to speak of, so I’ll mostly be messing around in other scifi verses.

if you’re a new mutual and you’d like to interact, absolutely drop me an IM, pick up an open, or even just throw me a starter or an ic ask. I’m pretty limited when it comes to sending memes because Puppy can’t talk, but I promise he’s perfectly expressive in many other ways - not least of all using that neat electronic display on his helmet.

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       the queen nodded reassuringly to puppy before stepping aside to allow room for the banthas to surround him instead, but remained close enough should she need to INTERVENE. as impatient as they were (they were still pups after all), they didn’t immediately snatch the wheat from his hands and instead sniffed them curiously, as if the metal hand beneath was just interesting as the wheat was.

       only when puppy finally offered the wheat to them did one of them finally pry the wheat from his hands, quickly disappearing behind the bantha’s wide lips. jafan instantly began to munch on them and pike moaned in frustration at being neglected, shoving his face closer to steal the remaining wheat puppy held out for them. puppy would be able to hear the soft grinding of their teeth against the treat, their bodies swaying slightly——a sign that they were content.

       ‘ thankfully they’re slow chewers, ’ she smiles softly as she signs before stepping closer to pat one of the brothers on their soft coat. ‘ do you like animals, puppy? ’

He was quite surprised when the wheat wasn’t taken right away. Instead, the creatures made a thorough inspection of his hand first. He had never thought of banthas as being very intelligent animals, so the sudden display of curiosity, of obvious interest in something new, took him off guard.

And delighted him. All the sniffing felt like it might be the bantha equivalent of a handshake.

       with a smile that she imagined could easily match his own (if he were capable of smiling that is), symphony turned back towards the stacked wheat and made her way towards them.

       while she couldn’t hear the rustling noises the wheat made, now doubt the sound had broken the banthas from whatever daydreams they were engrossed in as they slowly began to trot towards where she was. even though they were not yet adults and were a fraction smaller than what they will be in a couple years, she could still feel the HEAVY STOMPING in the dirt floor beneath them. they were still young and had not yet learned to behave and have better manners around food, but she couldn’t fault them.

       the young banthas trotted over to each of her sides, sniffing the wheat as she untied the thin ropes that kept them together but thankfully knew better than to munch on them without their PERMISSION.

       ‘ you may have to come quick before their patience runs out, ’ she turns to sign to puppy.

He watched Symphony’s beaming smile, and then watched how hurriedly the banthas started to move toward her as soon as they realized they were about to be fed. It was probably the fastest he had ever seen banthas move. It was almost a little intimidating due to their size and how the ground seemed to shake at their approach - and Puppy was not easily intimidated.

Seeing Symphony sign, he nodded again and quickly closed the remaining distance between them, taking a bushel of wheat and realizing then that it didn’t really look like enough to feed the banthas with. Probably they would require multiple handfuls.

      it was admittedly RARE for the queen to visit the two pups in their pens, located not too far from the gardens and the palace itself. she overestimated just how BUSY she would become after adopting them just a few shorts weeks after her coronation. she only ever visited when the school children would take field trips to the palace’s farm and when the palace’s veterinarian would perform physicals and check ups. and they grew larger and larger each time she visited.

      thankfully they never seemed to forget her and were friendly enough to any visitor so long as they had treats to give them.

      the idea for this visit sprung up when she caught the gentle way in which puppy interacted with a mouse that had wandered into her coruscant apartments, where her guards would have otherwise chased it out with a broom, puppy instead used cherries and PATIENCE to lure it back outside.

      but she truly underestimated just how EXCITED he’d be.

      ‘ would you like to help me feed them? ’ she signs before gesturing over to sheaves of wheat that were stacked atop each other.

Puppy didn’t even look to whatever food the queen had gestured for before nodding furiously. Only then did he bother to look over. But was wheat their normal food? Did they ever get treats? He was happy to feed the banthas anything, but he was curious to know what they liked best. He liked for animals to like him, and he knew the quickest way to make that happen was to feed them whatever they were most excited about eating.

@naboocrowned​

Historically, surprises had never done Puppy any favors. But he had a good feeling about this one, seeing as it was coming from Symphony - and his faith was rewarded.

The pair were, without a doubt, the cleanest banthas he had ever seen. He was used to seeing them on Tatooine, where everyone and everything was inevitably covered in a layer of dust, and the thick fur of banthas was no exception. But the fur on these two looked silky, their curling horns shone in the sun like a brand new speeder, and Puppy was immediately compelled to touch the creatures, to run his hand through their fur and maybe feed them something.

Bantha mouths were soft and always tickled a little against his hand. Puppy had hand-fed a lot of animals and still considered a simple bantha one of the most fun, despite that they were slow and not particularly... engaging.

@no-file​ /sc

❝ Do you enjoy hurting people, Puppy? ❞ spoken abruptly, plainly. It’s not meant to be cruel, not meant to provoke. It’s innocent, it’s a genuine search for an honest answer.  ❝ I don’t-—most of the time. I suppose I do sometimes depending on who it is. More often than not…it’s simply a means to an end. ❞ he reaches for his coffee, watches the swirl of the creamer in silence for a few prolonged beats. His head cocks and he looks reflective, speaks without looking for the man.  ❝ Do you mind what I do? Who I am? ❞

It’s only then does he turn to regard Puppy, his expression nothing more than a blank canvas void of any real splash of feeling. It’s his eyes that give him away though, that tell of a certain fragility there behind the wall of apathy.  ❝ I apologize. I just think about it sometimes. The matter of doing bad things without any real prompting and how that reflects on what one deserves and does not. ❞

The question didn’t startle him so much as worry him. He stared for Clark, made a careful tilt of his head, torn between reflecting on the question and worrying that something was wrong. The man’s tone wasn’t accusatory - Puppy more worried that Clark had had a bad day of some kind and was thinking too hard about something or other now.

He didn’t think he liked hurting people, considering he largely avoided it when he could. He was quicker to make the jump to violence than the average person, he knew, but that was because it was effective and familiar to him. It wasn’t something he did just for fun, though. That had to count for something, he figured.

A means to an end was accurate, and he nodded at that, pointing for himself to indicate he felt the same. He had a little fun sometimes, but... it was less to do with hurting someone and more the sense of accomplishment or, in some cases, revenge, or doling out what he felt someone might have coming to them.

Usually Skye would just walk away and mind their business if something really called for it; THIS had been one of those instances, but noticing the mask and how he had jumped right into the garbage, well… sometimes questions had to be asked. Hands in their pockets, turquoise hues trained right on the person before them, they can’t help but smile behind the mask that covers their mouth while their eyes light up in amusement.

“…Do you always jump into garbage bins? Or was this more of a heat of the moment thing?”

He sighed, exasperated, but before mustering any other response, looked up at the sound of a low hum. No, no, no, no-- Puppy really wasn’t keen on being in this dumpster any longer than he needed to be, but it looked like he was going to need to be there a little longer.

@cybrfixer​ SENT: “ i have … so many questions.  ” ▼ sentence starters

No sooner than he had pulled his top half out of the dumpster, hoping nobody had been around to see that, and he found he was face to face with somebody who had obviously seen that. Well-- falling into a dumpster had been better than hitting the pavement, at least. Puppy probably would have survived the fall, but it wouldn’t have been fun.

He appreciates their time together, their little gestures of affection. It was by no mean conventional but perhaps that brought even more meaning to it all.  ❝ Any of the smart devices can manage one…if you yourself can’t. If all else fails I’m sure I have an actual timer somewhere in the cabinets. ❞

Mumbled around the thumb that insisted on tracing his lips—Puppy’s manner of kissing Clark had learned.  ❝ Did you make me an entire cake? ❞ that was an issue to be considered. Puppy could not indulge in food and Clark, even when he managed to eat at proper intervals, was still but one man. 

❝ I suppose it’ll keep for a time. It’s not as though I’d have to finish it all in one day. ❞

Puppy didn’t answer about what he had made, insisting on some semblance of surprise, apparently. But he nodded a little about Clark not having to finish it in one day. Puppy really had no concept of how much cake was normal to eat at one time; on one hand, the cake hadn’t looked very big, but probably it would be bigger after baking. On the other hand, cake was supposed to be really good.

Part of him wished he could try it. But, he had always felt grateful he didn’t have to worry about food or, most of all, regularly spending money on it. And he couldn’t miss what he’d never had to begin with.

𝘋𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘎𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘚𝘌, some mutual misunderstand and distrust of one another. and not unfounded, truly. for the last person who had stood before him wearing the same ‘face’ was yet another who aimed to control him. a thought as quick as a blade shatters thoughts : 𝙄𝙁 𝙃𝙀’𝘿 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙑𝙄𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂, 𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿. a stuttering screen shows a question mark to further his inquiry, a show of good faith. surely, he could discard his own weapon … but that would leave him open to any incoming attacks. from either the stranger, or any of the remaining opponents who dared to step forth. the flash of broken colors from the other seems to twist something in PUPPY’s chest, a feeling of near concern. thus far he seemed not to be a threat, struggling to stand, yet shot a glance towards the weapon on the floor. an old stand off, something darkening in PUPPY’s demeanor as a reflex as he somehow narrows that look from genuine curiosity to silent warning. 

𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, locked in and waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak. any light twinge or darting movement would be seen a threat, left without answers [ 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙎 𝙁𝘼𝙍 !  —– 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 ] tightens upon the grip of his own weapon still in hand, before he makes a different choice. never afraid of violence but fearing his own reluctance to lay down his weapon would result in the unfair demise of someone he thought to be a threat. a clatter shattering what little silence they shared, sound of him dropping the blistering sword he’d brandished in the first place. shuffling position, a look that seems to convey he stands by the act, and a nod. 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘼 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙄𝙎𝙀.

But the stranger didn’t move. Had he been hurt, too? 14 didn’t think he saw any blood, but it was hard to tell for certain, right now. Rather than making any move for the crowbar, he made a careful step back. It would be slow-going, with the current state of his balance, but if the stranger wasn’t on the attack, maybe 14 would just inch away in search of the now necessary repairs.

Then the other’s mask lit up.

14 froze, and stared.

It wasn’t just a mask, he realized. It was a helmet like his. There was no other helmet like his. So it had to have come from where he did: the place he had escaped from, somewhere in the depths of Heaven, where they’d been trying to take his arm.

His gaze fell for the shine of the stranger’s metal arm in the streetlights.

In the same instant the other dropped his weapon, 14 dropped to all fours with his hand on the crowbar but stopped, then, seeing the figure’s weapon clatter on the ground. His display flickered, cycling through static and strained strobes of red and white. He could only imagine that whoever this was was after him, here to bring him back. But... maybe he was wrong?

His hand more rested on the crowbar than established a real grip, and either way, 14 knew that the stranger could probably close the short distance between them before he managed to get back up. Slowly, his face lifted from staring for the dropped sword up to the largely featureless face that echoed his own.

ended up making 75% of my icons into reply headers.

Wrench can feel the lingering gaze. It sends an itch up his spine, something uncomfortable and cold and then hot. There were plenty of disfigured people in his line of work, and in all honestly other than the red stain on the side of his face, he was pretty okay in the looks department. But insecurities are insecurities, and he can’t help the uncomfortable feeling that settles in his belly, almost disrupting his appetite. But -

He’d been in Puppy’s head, touched his code, and fair was fair. He’d been around Puppy’s vulnerabilities, it was only fair to show a little bit of his hand in return.

Taking the paper towels with little more than a thanks, the hacker uselessly wipes at his greased up hands, then proceeds to dig into the pizza with more gusto than was really necessary. Manners be damned had become a part of his lifestyle, especially since he spent most of his time eating alone. Puppy would have to deal with the display, as he usually did.

“Okay, so, I’m going to need a distraction before I set up the big show.” Wrench was always coming up with plans to stick it to heaven, and explosions were his favorite method. Hacking had always been a side gig for him, something for giggles. His real favorite activity was anything to do with fire and big booms. “And then we’re gunna need a fast ride out, because I’m allergic to bullets.”

He had heard Wrench eating from a room over plenty of times before. The noise now didn’t surprise him in the least - though witnessing the whole thing firsthand did explain part of why the kitchen was always so dirty.

His face flickered through a series of familiar text and images, thoughtful. It was still a little strange hearing Wrench without the voice modulator.

every squad started gathering on their platforms, and once everyone was settled, they were finally lowered out of the dropship. octane was practically bouncing next to puppy’s steady, mostly unmoving frame– ECSTATIC to get something going with the new guy. octane always loved showing the ropes around the apex games, especially if his counterpart didn’t act like they knew everything better and just wanted to be on their own. the speedster had to admit, puppy did seem more like a lone wolf kinda guy at first. he was surprised to see him stick by his side in past matches if they were teamed up. it made octavio feel pretty PROUD.

he looked back at puppy and gave the taller man a nudge with his fist on his shoulder, not enough force behind it to even shove puppy just a little bit.

“ just follow my lead, bro! we got this. ”,

octane encouraged, and then his gaze was quickly cast aside when he looked down to the arena that finally came into view. he liked world’s edge; a lot of open spaces to run around in, nothing to trap him in like the bunker on king’s canyon for example– he shuddered at the memory of the static defender literally FENCING HIM IN before.

the legends soon got their call to drop, and while some hesitated, some already dropped head-first into the arena. octane was one of the latter, again giving his teammate a tug to tell him to come along. once in the air, the daredevil immediately steered for the refinery; the drop wasn’t as hot as the towns for example, but people still liked dropping there, so they definitely wouldn’t be on their own– and besides, they’ll just quickly grab some stuff and in a blink, his launch pad would be ready and they’d be able to head for the next small town and clean up whatever trash was left there, in case they wouldn’t get into a fight already.

sounded like a good plan to octane; he’d just have to communicate it to PUPPY. eventually.

“ let’s drop there, looks like fun! ”,

octane called out to his squadmate as he pointed at the roof of the warehouse, still giving puppy the time to split off and find another spot nearby to scavenge if he wanted to.

Puppy didn’t hesitate.

No sooner than the quick tug from his squadmate, and he stepped off the platform, immediately dipping into a practiced dive as his pack launched him forward. Puppy hadn’t been in many matches yet, but he didn’t look like an amateur dropping. He had practiced it well enough, and heights didn’t scare him. He was able to follow after the daredevil without issue.

Watching where Octane soon pointed to, he regarded the area. Puppy had never been there before. It didn’t look like a hot drop, surprisingly; instead, it was way out at the edge of the arena.

And sure enough, by the time he swung his legs forward and his jets worked to safely land him on the indicated roof, it looked as if only one other squad had landed with them, and not close, either. Puppy gazed sort of longingly over toward the enemy squad but didn’t hang around knowing that Octane wouldn’t. He split off from the speedster to head for the second rooftop door leading into the building, so as to loot the opposite side of it - planning to stay parallel to his teammate so he wouldn’t be too far off.

*   character   associations  !

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animal: doggo

colour(s): black & red

month: Nov

song: Ruiner has a rly good soundtrack but I’ll deviate from that and go with this

number: 15

day or night: night

plant: daisy

smell: blood, rust, leather, an overheated computer

season: late fall / early winter

place: a messy urban maze lit in neon

food: n/a

astrological sign: sagittarius

element: fire

drink: n/a