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oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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&jnotes ‼️‼️

makai!frankie, khailah!juliet & reese!shakespeare

- khailah has crazy vocals. insane

- khailah was aggressive on 'what did he say, what did he do to you' which was great. ive noticed maya doesnt do that much but it's like my favourite thing ever

- khailah had a lot of energy, like she was sososo fun and silly, but makai was very awkward and it was so silly. 10x silliness & 10x scared

- on that note, makai was INSANE

- kissed a girl 2nd kiss was a makeout sesh. and frankie seemed so sad when it ended

- frankie looked sooo proud of himself after the first ikag kiss

- when cassie/'lucy' said "i didnt know he had a wife" reese made a slashing movement to get her to stop. like okay so this guy sucks

- khailah used aave a few times i think? i liked it

- at the end of whataya, frankie leaned in to kiss may and then shook his head and walked away

- makai and hayden were insane.

hi gregory nation

the fact I'm listening to This Song is Awesome, and saw your account it said "ROBOTS ARE AWESOME"

Take a look baby he's the real ka-ching 😼

&JULIET FAN RARE SIGHTING???

YESSIRR ‼️‼️

Is there any consensus on character birthdays for &J? Juliet and Will have canon birthdays (July 31 and April 23rd respectively) (Anne’s birthday is not documented) but the rest of them just kinda exist. I think they deserve birthdays

palestinians under genocide should not have to audition for people’s empathy, yet this is what they have to do in order to receive any attention. fundraisers have been moving very slowly bc attention is waning.

this is true for eyad’s campaign as well, even though he tells me every day the conditions that he and his family have to endure.

i don’t know what else i can say to grab and sustain people’s attention. i just hope you donate to eyad’s campaign and share it if you cannot.

the last donation was 21 hours ago. please share and donate if you can.

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AHHHHHB MY SPACE RAPS HEART /pos

hello hello :) here is my rtc secret santa for @kittycatsfromzolar :D i didn't know what you'd want so i wrote some spacerap because you said you liked them :D i really hope this is okay :')

happy holidays :D

@rtc-secret-santa-event

Ricky looked down at the piano before him, gently running a fingertip over the keys.

Choir practice had just wrapped up for the day, the other members all saying their goodbyes and getting ready to leave. As she did every time, Ocean had briefly stopped by him on her way out to remind him to practice (wasn't that what these meetings were for?), and compliment his skills at the instrument.

It had been a surprise to the others that he could play the piano, having not had a chance to bring it up before being relegated to tambourine, but they had been more than happy to allow him to switch instruments if he wanted to, as a part of helping to include him more as a part of the choir.

The group had become much more tight-knit following the Cyclone, and as a result that meant that he was actually being treated as part of the team, which was nice.

"Yo! Ricky!"

Ricky looked up, blinking, having been broken out of his stupor by a voice addressing him (he still wasn't used to people interrupting his thoughts by actually talking to him, though he couldn't say it was unwelcome).

Misha had apparently lagged behind the others, remaining stood in the middle of the room, backpack slung casually over one shoulder.

Smiling, Ricky waved.

"Hi Misha," he said using his AAC device, which sat on his lap.

Misha grinned as he approached, looking between Ricky and the piano.

"You play piano madwickedawesome!" he said with a starry-eyed expression, bouncing on his heels. "Almost as dope as squeeze-keys."

"Accordion," Ricky corrected, flushing a little at the compliment. "And thank you! I love playing music."

Misha nodded enthusiastically, and Ricky noted the way he was fiddling slightly with the cuffs of his sleeves.

"You okay?" he asked, tilting his head a little towards Misha, who continued nodding.

"Yes, yes, I just... have a question," he gestured towards the piano. "I have been working on my next sick track, and I thought it could be epic to have some piano instrumentals, if you would be down?"

Eyes widening slightly, Ricky nodded eagerly, grinning.

"Sure!" he replied, eliciting a quiet 'yes!' from Misha. "But also, if you wanted, maybe I could try and teach you some piano? Since, y'know."

He waved a hand at the piano he was sat at.

Misha gasped, hands flapping slightly in excitement.

"Dude! That would be so dope! Thank you so much!" he said. "Only if you are sure, though?"

"Of course!"

At that, Misha quickly grabbed a chair from a nearby desk, pulling it up beside the piano bench that Ricky was sat on.

With Misha's permission, Ricky gently took his right hand and laid it across the keys, putting it in the correct position, before copying it with his own and beginning to go through the basics.

Misha proved to be a quick learner, easily mimicking Ricky's movements and picking it up - even attempting the sheet music that had been left in the stand (though he struggled to read the annotations that Ocean had scrawled around the staves).

He was also a good listener, encouraging Ricky to tell him about himself and his interests as he copied his playing.

After a while of this, upon finishing the general summary of Zolar lore that he had been giving Misha (there was nowhere near enough time to get too far into the intricacies of Zolarian society, but hopefully at a later date. Misha seemed invested, at least), Ricky realised that he had been rambling slightly, and decided to encourage Misha to talk, too.

"I'm interested how the piano will fit into a rap song," he raised his eyebrows, curious. Misha looked up from the C key he was pressing repeatedly, eyes lighting up.

"It is actually not rap!" he said excitedly. "I have been branching out into new genres, yo! Nobody can put Misha Bachynskyi in a box! Have you heard any of my new stuff?"

Ricky frowned slightly, as he shook his head.

Admittedly, he'd been meaning to keep up with Misha's 'BadEgg' YouTube channel, but it kept slipping his mind.

Misha didn't seem to mind though, smile remaining wide.

"I have been trying guitar," he switched to repeatedly pressing the D key. "Sounds sick."

"I should check it out, then," Ricky nodded, typing with one hand as he absentmindedly played a simple melody with the other.

"Yes!" Misha nodded, before gasping, eyes wide with excitement as he suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Actually! I should have the song I have been working on here somewhere..."

He began scrolling through his audio recordings, which, from what Ricky could see from where he was sitting, were named things ranging from words in Ukrainian that he didn't understand, to stuff like 'orphan a hole diss track' (Ricky remembered that one. Ocean had been horrified at all the colourful language Misha'd managed to use in the chorus).

Eventually, he stopped at one titled 'BADEGGS NEXT SICK DROP YO' with several fire emojis, and pressed play.

Immediately, despite what Misha had been saying, Ricky was still caught off-guard at the extreme shift in genres from his other music. True to his word, it was very different to the intense, overly-autotuned rap that he had otherwise been creating.

Instead, Ricky was nodding his head along to the gentle strumming of the guitar chords, Misha's low voice singing in Ukrainian over it. Admittedly, the audio mixing needed a little work, but Ricky found himself smiling softly as he listened, this moment suddenly feeling oddly intimate, despite the fact that he couldn't understand the words being spoken.

Despite how different it was from the other things he'd heard from him, it felt very Misha. Just... passion, not rage, he supposed.

Glancing up at Misha, he saw him already looking back at him, eyes softer than he'd ever seen them (Ricky wasn't used to being looked at that way. He thought he might like it). He was smiling too, tooth gap on full display, and Ricky almost found it comical, that this was Uranium's alleged 'bad boy' he was sitting beside.

Eventually, the last few notes of the track played out, and Misha shoved his phone back into his pocket, eager grin back on his face.

"So! What did you think?" he asked. "I would like your feedback. You know this stuff."

Flushing a little, Ricky signed a quick 'thank you', before thinking for a second.

"I liked it," he nodded a little, watching as Misha pressed down a chord on the piano again. He really was picking it up quickly. "It was different, but in a good way."

"Yes!" Misha pumped a fist in the air. "That is what I was going for. Thank you, Space Jesus!"

Ricky beamed at the nickname, one that had managed to stick for a while now, and still managed to fill Ricky with warmth every time he heard it.

"I think that piano would really take it to the next level, you know?" Misha added, leaning his entire elbow on the keys, before grimacing slightly at the discordant noise it made. Ricky nodded. "Dude, this is gonna be so sick! BadEgg and Space Jesus' epic new collab! The world is not ready, man!"

"Hell yeah!" Ricky grinned in response, raising a hand, which Misha eagerly met with a fistbump.

At that moment, however, Ricky's eyes caught on the clock hanging from the classroom wall, and he almost had to do a double-take. How had they been in there for nearly two hours?

Noticing his sudden shift in demeanour, Misha turned quickly in his seat (almost causing it to topple over), following his gaze to the clock, before sighing.

"Ah," he said, and Ricky nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of disappointment washing over him. "Time passed so quickly, yo. Should probably be getting out of here, huh?"

He stood up and began moving the chair back over to where it came from, rearranging the classroom to how it had been before practice (though he was careful not to disturb Ricky's crutches, which were leaned against a desk nearby).

"Thank you for helping me out, man!" Misha added, grabbing his backpack from where he'd dumped it on the floor and slinging it back over his shoulder. "You are very wise."

Ricky felt the corners of his mouth tugging up as he began packing away his sheet music, stopping for a second to type a response.

"No problem," he thought for a moment. "If you want, maybe you could come over to mine sometime? I have a keyboard at home." A pause. "Though... my cats chew on the cables a lot so I'm not entirely sure how functional it is anymore."

"Dude, that would be so sick!" Misha gasped, bouncing on his heels as he beamed at Ricky. "Thank you so much!"

Ricky returned the smile, and for a few beats they both remained in silence, before Misha suddenly leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

However, Ricky barely had a chance to process it, his face flushing bright red as Misha cleared his throat, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

"See you tomorrow, dude!" he said, pointing finger guns at him, which Ricky dazedly returned as Misha turned on his heel and left.

Then, after a few seconds, he smiled.

Maybe he was a bigger BadEgg fan than he thought.