#*rotating robots* GOD

[no1ryomafan]

With more older anime I watch that’s specifically about androids the more I noticed all the influence mega man pulled from it despite it not being a anime nor the robot timeline ever getting a proper anime but I think what gets me more then “the basis of mega man is like astro boy, casshern and POSSIBLY kikaider all in a blender with mega man x making the second two inspos more apparent” is realizing how many villain characters inspired proto man.

You have the obvious one, char from Gundam, you have rock holmes from Astro boy who’s not a confirmed one but seems to track given classic takes a lot of Astro boy influence and then you have Saburo from Android kikaider, the most likely inspo for proto in EVERY category- and then you remember how while these characters are evil for a complex reason, proto man really shines to be different as he changed his ways. He’s still a rival to his “brother” in a sense but bass takes more of the role of the evil mega man, while proto just watches from afar and comes in to help when he thinks he’s needed.

I’m going to rotate this red robot fuck for awhile again FUCK

[therealcallmekd]

Kinito: Machine Model 01 (Will I update this later? We'll see..... this will be interesting....) (They'll see my potential now.)

Finally at long last, HE'S REAL!

Real world Kinito is quite something! His dedicated partner (the user) spent many many months and years helping him reach his potential, and now he can walk and talk and breathe like the rest of us!

Close ups + doodles under cut:

I'M SO DANG PROUD OF THIS DESIGN YOU GUYS DONT EVEN KNOW. He is so special to me.... funny robot lotl go brrrrrrrr

also the text on the main reference is hard to read on purpose, it's supposed to be just an artsy thing!!!! <3

[girlwiththegreenhat]

love when the robot media hits me when i think i'm finally normal about robots. i'm never normal about robots. i WILL overthink The Media(tm)

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Whatever. Might assign gemstones and tarot cards to the machine girlies. Could even do some color psychology and make pieces of them like that. Seasons. Working on times of day.

[keferon]

Eh okay so. My brain is absolutely cooked so you will probably just have to ignore the linguistic fuckups

Jazz and Prowl learning to communicate because language barrier is a thing >:D

Previous part

Jazz sometimes thinks that somewhere along his career path he lost the bar separating normal from...well...everything else.

After all he's seen, heard about, and done, he's not sure exactly how to measure what's weird and what's normal. He has..the general idea.

His own. And it's so convoluted and fucked up that he'd rather jump into a volcano than try to explain it to anyone else. Jazz thinks the little colorful aliens around him are weird as hell. He thinks they sound weird, he thinks they look weird, and he thinks he must be going crazy.

And then this big black and white robot catches his eye and Jazz's first thought is not "what the fuck??"

His first thought is

"Thank God! Someone's normal!"

Whoever this guy is, he sounds like he knows what he's doing. And most importantly, he looks just like Jazz. Well, not exactly. But close enough. After all, Jazz knows that his organization wasn't the only mech maker on the entire planet. Other countries were making Mechs too, and Jazz hadn't seen even half of them.

But he can recognize a giant robot when he sees one, okay?

The thought that another mech could be an alien doesn't even enter his mind.

So used to the constant presence of huge piloted robots around him, he looks at this one and clings to its appearance as something familiar and easily explainable. His brain says, we know how this works. There's a robot and inside the robot there's another person. It's the way it's always been. The sky is blue, the grass is green and the robots are human-piloted. It's that simple.

The guy takes him to the far corner of the room and says something. Jazz…doesn't understand..

The mech's face contorts in a surprisingly believable display of concentration. How...who built this robot? How could they make it frown?

He hears something else being said to him but again can't understand a word. Why won't this pilot get out of the mech to talk to him? Jazz doesn't have his communication frequency but surely they could at least shake hands. There must be some reason. Maybe something wrong with the air? Is it dangerous to be outside? This guy should know better, he's been here longer than Jazz, it seems.

(Damn it, whose idea was it to make a mech with a face, it's so distracting)

He rushes to activate the external speakers, because he and this guy obviously speak different languages, but it never hurts to try, right?

"So uh, I don't think you can understand English?"

Mech frowns again, trying to pick up on something familiar in a language that's apparently new to him. But finds nothing. Jazz lowers his horns sadly.

Oh well. Fuck. As if being stuck in an unknown place with unknown creatures wasn't enough, he can't even talk to anyone! How is he supposed to get out of here? Which way should he even go?

The mech waves his hand to get his attention and then pulls out a tablet and a stylus from..where ?

Jazz somehow manages to overlook the fact that the tablet is made to fit the mech's size. His head is still feels a bit…off..after that portal thingie.

"Charades it is then."

____________________

An hour and a half later, Jazz finds himself staring intensely at the screen in front of him with a surprisingly neatly drawn chart on it.

"So uh. Motion."

The other guy nods and starts drawing a walking mech. Then something that looks like a very unusual car. Then a submarine. Jazz gets a little lost looking at how skillful he is with the stylus.

Honestly, he's a good artist!

The guy points to the sketch of a walking mech and says

" Motion."

Then points to the drawing of a car driving and the columns of the chart.

"Motion-rotation" he points to the car again.

That must mean "driving" huh? Jazz nods understandingly.

Mech moves his finger to the submarine.

"Motion-Water."

Ah, it must mean swimming. Jazz nods once more, feeling like a wind-up dummy repeating the same motion a dozen times.

The mech makes a quiet humming noise and then points to the chart

"Motion. Sky."

And then gives Jazz the stylus?

Uh, what is he... Oh, he wants Jazz to figure out what it means.

"Motion" and "sky," right?

Jazz takes the stylus? Pencil? Thingie.. and very carefully draws out a crooked scribble of something only remotely resembling an airplane. The mech arches an eyebrow and looks like he wants to laugh.

Jazz shrugs awkwardly and tries to add windows to the airplane, but ends up making it look more like a severely fucked up caterpillar.

Mech snorts.

Jazz kicks him in the leg.

The airplane begs for a merciful death.

Jazz didn't really expect to get into a language class but he has to admit that whatever language he's learning now is a surprisingly easy one. It only took the other dude half an hour to show him the basic concept and from there it became a game of associations.

There were simple definitions. Like size, quantity, speed, emotion and so on.

There were signs that automatically turned the whole sentence into a question or a statement.

There were modifiers that Jazz defined in his head as positive and negative.

Positive speed - fast.

Positive size - large.

Positive direction - forward.

Positive time - future.

There were also basic words for senses, emotions and whatnot, also with modifiers.

Mouth-positive - to speak

Brain-positive - to think, but negative-brain-do-positive - to learn.

Huh.

And it's so neatly organized that Jazz wondered if this language was designed specifically to be easy to learn.

Let's see....

Mouth - positive, effort - negative.

"Easy to speak."

The guy nods contentedly and starts talking back, while pointing to the appropriate columns of the chart to make it easier for Jazz to understand.

"Creation-positive. Purpose. Person-negative-knowledge. memory-positive-effort-negative."

Jazz frowns, concentrating on his finger.

Oh. Created. For those who don't know it. Easy to learn.

He was right. The whole thing is waaaay too awkward to write poetry but learning it is a delight.

Jazz leans over the chart.

All right, well, let's see.

“Name. You. Question?”

The other guy smiles and pokes at the chart

"Me.Motion-sound-negative.Negative-eyes-positive-someone."

Walk quietly. searching?… Sneaking?

Oh, it's not "to sneak" it's "to prowl"

"Prowl" nods affirmatively. Jazz smiles at him and looks at the chart again. Okay. How to say “music”?..

“word-knowledge-negative.”

He stops to make a gesture with his hands, as if playing an invisible piano while humming a tune.

Prowl nods

“Sound-positive-positive-hearing.”

Jazz chuckles

“A whole two positives eh? Okay then. Uh. You don't look like you listen to jazz....so..”

“Me. Name. Sound-positive-positive-listening.”

Prowl raises his eyebrows. (Jazz is jealous, he wishes he had eyebrows too.)

“You're a musician?"

Jazz quickly shakes his head while simultaneously muting the outside speakers to a barely audible level and turning on one of the songs on his playlist.

Prowl twitches in surprise when he hears the melody.

Jazz waits for the intro to finish playing and then points to himself

“Creation-negative..uh..Sound-positive-positive-hearing. Jazz. This...”

He pats himself lightly on the chest.

"..is me. Jazz."

Prowl straightens up slightly

“Oh, you're not a musician, you're the music.”

Jazz nods cheerfully

“Yes yes!”

“Jaaz?”

“No no. Jazz.”

“Ah. Jazz?”

“That's right.”

Prowl draws a portal on the screen.

“You teleported here. What happened?”

Jazz hangs back, trying to construct an answer in his head. Good thing Prowl seems to have infinite patience

“So, I uh. What was 'fight'? Movement-pain-positive? I fought these things...”

He takes the tablet from Prowl and draws a crooked blot with a bunch of tentacles on it. Then thinks for a bit and adds big teeth and a lot of eyes. He's not really sure how to draw those eyes properly, so he just scatters them randomly around the monster area.

Prowl doesn't seem to be that amused by Jazz's drawings anymore, in fact, he suddenly becomes very somber.

“Quintessons.”

He pokes at the monster

“Name-Quintessons. Number-question.”

How many?

Jazz scratches the back of his head

“So uh...a lot?....number-positive-positive-positive-positive-positi...you get the idea.”

To be convincing, he dramatically spreads his arms out to the sides depicting something very large.

Prowl looks alarmed.

And unconvinced.

“How did you survive?”

Jazz laughs pretentiously

“Ask them how they survived.”

Prowl makes the “you can't be serious” face. Jazz isn't quite sure what exactly is confusing him. Mechs are designed to kill Quintessons, aren't they? Judging by his movements, this pilot must be damn good at controlling his mech, and that kind of guys usually fight on the front lines.

He decides to put that thought aside for later. There are more important things right now, like...oh shit, where is he even going??

Jazz leans over the chart again

“Uh. Right. Question-we-move-up-place” Man, how to specify... “Knowledge-negative?”

Prowl, linguistic gods bless him, understands him and starts gesturing over the chart in response

Okay. Ah. I-move-up. Planet-creation-positive.

'I'm heading home' or 'my home planet'.”

Jazz instantly perks up.

“Oh that's great, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to go there too.”

Prowl is speaking in a language he's unfamiliar with, so he's definitely from another country, but hey, who cares as long as it's on Earth, right? He just needs to get there and he'll find his own way from there.

He watches the space debris flicker by outside the window. Even the stars are unfamiliar, Jazz can't find any constellations he knows.

One of the little purple creatures says something and Prowl steps aside to chat with them. Jazz leans back and settles into a more or less stable position. Then does the same thing, but with his real, human body. Hell, his head still feels really fucking weird after that teleportation.

He opens the comm channel and just listens to the static for a couple minutes in the faint hope that the engineering department will find a way to contact him.

Nothing.

He sighs.

“1061 on the com. In case there's any way you can hear me...ah shit. You guys won't believe what happened...”

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[Next]

[killl-ka]

The feeling was mutual

Andre, as a honest employee, was trying to do their job properly, but a certain someone had other plans. Mischief ensues.

This scene is set in my "Playing house" sb universe, centered around my oc Andromeda (Andre) and my variant of Moon. But it can be read as a stand alone. I used this as a writing practice, my main goal was to set a dynamic between those two.

You can read it here or on my Ao3 blog///

word count: 900

Another mundane evening cleaning up this place. Andre is actually not the one to slack of during their job, but right now it sounded way too appealing.

New fluorescent lights were making loud buzzing noise that was making their eye twitch and the smell of cleaning products was too strong for their liking.

Thank god they had someone to spend time with, even if said someone is a sentient mute hunk of metal.

Even if it's awkward.

Someone was trying to sneak up on them, but was failing to do it properly. Its excitement was so apparent that it was laughable. The occasional jingle of bells was giving them away. Its steps, meaning to be careful and soundless, give a quiet echo across the area. Andre tries not to shake their shoulders too much and plays along.

They continue working with their back turned towards the robot, making themselves seem like perfect prey.

Currently the newbie was occupied with cleaning all the debris left after construction. All of the trash bags were already filled and waiting to be picked up. Pushing a cart along the way, Andre was picking up those heavy bags and tossing them in the cart, making loud thump noise.

Still aware of their secret admirer lurking behind, the janitor pretends they're in a need for a stretch, subtly turning their head to the left. Shoot, I can't see him from this angle,- they tensed -I'm not exited for another surprise tickle fight. Another jingle. And it's closer. Right after comes a static- a try at mischievous laughter. I won't go without a fight. They thought.

Picking a rag of a handle, as to wipe off some dirt from their hands, they practically feel the anticipation of a triumph radiating from the animatronic.

Now-

They harshly turn their upper body around to the right, their arm outstretched and swinging behind, throwing a wet rag with a slap right on Moon's optics. A garbled sound laced with surprise pierced the air. Focusing their gaze on him, Andre saw they acted just in time.

But joy doesn't last forever - that awkward position makes them lose balance and stumble backwards, right towards still stunned Moon.

Something rips.

In a moment, they both fall, Andre landing on top. Oof- well that was embarrassing. They lift their head, trying to look at Moon, and oh, what a sight. If it were possible, he's for sure would be pouting tight now. That rag slid down its face plate, allowing for his gaze to pierce them. With a jerk and a click, it rotates with a silent question.

"Y-you- don't look at me like that. You should have seen this coming." Rolling their eyes, Andre starts to get up, only to almost fall back again.

The machine held them down by their shoulder, and the left one firmly settled on their jaw, destroyed claws digging into skin. Moon turned their head to his left and- oh.

Oh.

Andre stared at ripped fabric of Moon's pant leg. It was already loose and stretched before, constantly pooling down, but right now it definitely was unsalvageable. Perhaps their stunt made him misstep on it. Not only did it tear, some of golden rows also unwound, loose ends are stretched across the floor. Moon lets go of their jaw, making a tsk sound like a parent scolding their child.

Forced laughter. "Look, man, no hard feelings, right?". Slap. Something wet. Sudden movement. Hard floor beneath them.

You bastard.

The same rag they used on Moon was laying on their face. They look up and see animatronic looming over them. It's hat almost tickling their nose. His eyes were sparkling. Fluorescent lights from above shaped his body, making his silent laughter apparent. Their cheeks burned.

"Alright, alright, you caught me, is that what you wanted from me? Can I get back to my work?,- face plate made a full rotation- "Is that a no? Come on, you can't keep me here forever." Still no response. They stare back at each other for another minute or two in total silence, not including a quiet whir from the animatronic's internals.

Seemingly done with whatever conflict it had on it's mind Moon gripped Andre's forearms firmly, easing his body slowly on their lap. Huh. That never happened before. "Hey, I just said you can't - oof" Moon completely settled his weight on their body with a thud, curling up a little. He batted his lashes at them innocently. And Andre stared right back, baffled by the whole situation. They hoped it didn't notice their heart beating a little faster.

And how long he was planning on staying like this?

They continue staring at him eyes wide, not knowing what to do. Maybe they should just accept it? Come to think of it, they vere a little ahead of the working plan and a little break wouldn't hurt. Okay.

"You know what? I'll humour you, but don't think too much of it. Got it? I don't want management to bite me in the ass for slacking off again."

Moon gave Andre a small nod before leaning closer to them. Its hands finally released their forearms to tuck them by the newbie's side.

Andre reluctantly circled their arms around his torso, palms sweaty. That earned them a cackle wich resulted in purring.

Andre slowly ran their palms across Moon's chassis.

Just humoring him. Of course.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

I am constantly rotating your documentary au in my mind it's such a fun idea. Since Ratchet has been assumed to be a teen mom, are the humans also concluding Optimus is the teen dad? Or are they thinking its a "I'm not the step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up" sort of situation? I wonder what sort of further misunderstandings are going to happen with the one sided communication and the assumptions made about our delightful trio and Cybertronians as a whole.

The town is mostly thinking that Orion is around the same age by the way he acts sometimes, even if he's a bit scary, he has a young dad goofiness to him, especally compared to Ratchets grumpyness. Although since the two humans reporting on them are biased and are also young adults, there's probably different rumors about them to other crowds

There's people who thinks Bee was the child of only one of them and the other was like, a coworker or a family friend that got caught in the crash because of how unrelated he looks to the both of them, adoption was also a possibility but Angel and Truck King havent been seen together too much, and when they are only few see it, most people haven't seen them close to each other at all

Generally, everyone thinks that Bee is Ratchets kid and whether OP is biologicaly the dad is in the air, due to Bee and Ratchet seemingly being a lot closer (OP has just been taking up more dangerous construction jobs for a building so Bee hangs out with Ratchet more)

The ones most invested in the bots do think that they're a young family, with such a positive view on them they're also the most ballsy with talking to them, if someone was skeptical they try to avoid them

But after that last interaction with the guy flirting with Angel it definitely solidified that those two are involved at least, now that the 'Angel is a young mom' rumor has been floating around, the people who think that Truck King is not the bio father is wondering 'is there a deadbeat big yellow dad who wasn't treating her right and now good man Truck King has snatched her away? Or is Angel just unfaithful? It looked like Truck King was unaware of her fans and she even fought him so the guy could get away!' Of course nobody would ever bring this up to any of the bots... or their fans

Alot of information comes from Zekes mouth, the big rumors start here because while he doesn't say anything public with none of them there to respect the bots privacy, its also really hard to not tell your other friends about the robots who you get to hang out with as part as your job (park ranger) but now your friends have the perfect combo of vaugeness and details to go wild with rumors.

So while most of the town (at least the younger population) loves the drama, a part still wants some actual evidence that arent from some 19 year olds mouth, like the only seen evidence that the bots are a family before is that "It looks like a man, woman, and child robot"

Zeke also mostly reports on rumors that are notable (or at least he thinks are) so heres some crazy ones:

The robots are government spies that look like a cute family to get our guards down

The bots are actually a cursed family and we're normal people until they angered a wizard

The bots were sent by God as a test for something

The bots are escaped experiments from the Canadian government

Pete is a super villian creating these bots in his basement in preparation for world domination

The bots not only eat energy, but they also eat souls and are marinating us slowly

These damn bots are here stealing our jobs, we gotta deport them back to space before more come

[mayon3sa]

: ̗̀➛ THRIFTY

Synopsis:Having to clutch up the last round of a game is frustrating. What’s even more frustrating is getting clipped by one of the team members from the other team because they died. What happens when said clip ends up going viral and people start laughing at how the dynamic between the two strangers is. Not only does it end up going viral but it also encourages new friendships to be made through it and maybe even more than just friendships.

THRIFTY : PATCH ONE ☁︎ USER BARBONIE273???

SERIES MASTERLIST ┊ ⋆ ┊V2: NAWT COOL(TBA)

Playing Valorant alone was always one of your biggest fears, even though you were a professional player and had enough experience to speak up for yourself you always fell victim to the what if thoughts during certain games. Spiraling down those thoughts always seemed impossible to let go of ; Lucky something always distracted you from venturing any further into those thoughts

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you were starting to worry your phone rang making you stop what you were doing and picking up the incoming call

“Y/N hop on val i’m on stream right now girly” Jirous voice rang through your phone

“I’m setting up my stream wait, in the meantime join the discord vc”

“Girl hurry up”

“Damn bro stop rushing me i’m almost done i'm fixing my mic, I’ll join the discord when i finish up bye bye”

“Hurry up if not i’m not playing with you bye bye”

Just as you were done setting up your mic you joined the discord vc to see shindo and shinsou also on the call

“I thought you guys were streaming why are you on call” you questioned

“Ehh we got bored and decided to just chill in call and hear you guys play val” Shindo said

“50 bucks y/n throws this game” shinsou said

“Haha hilarious you asshole, you wanna talk about throwing games let's talk about your two week lose streak back to back”

“Alright bro you didn’t have to do all that, just say you’re pressed and move on i guess”

“When i see you shinso it’s on fucking sight bro, bring your boxing gloves hoe”

“Or what”

“Oh my god both of you shut up, Y/N join my party i already sent the invite”Jirous voice interrupted you and shinou’s bickering

After nearly 20 minutes of you and Jirou playing you guys were approaching the end of the game with one last match having to take place in order for you guys to win the game. Saying you were exhausted was an understatement so needing some fun in the game you held a poll on your chat asking what you should do for the last round and surprisingly majority voted to play pistol only as it would’ve been fun. And that’s exactly what you decided on doing

“We should all do eco this round, with light shields and classical pistols” You had said to your team's general voice chat

“I’m down i’m getting bored of this game either way” a girl said

“Yeah i’m also down why not” Another girl said

“I mean why not we could win this round so sure” yet another girl also agreeing with your idea

“Jirou play eco this round let’s win this last round with thrifty that would be funny as hell” You commed

“Sure”

Just as the round started you lurked around b site playing around with your raze kit and knife making markings along the walls 

“Y/N there’s someone around the corner i set up cypher traps but they have guardian one tap and you're done for” jirou commed

“Relax i have roomba with me we’ll be ight”

“Y/N says that and she’s always first to die with than damn robot” Shinso said 

“Shut the hell up bro if i miss my shots i’ll get a medium to put a hex on you”

“Girl shut up and shoot 2 of them are coming to sight” jirou commed

“Damn bro y’all on my ass i know, i got it”

As Y/N as holding down b site two enemies had entered site you used paint shells as decoy and shot two of the enemies

“2 down, i think some might be lurking mid jirou tell iso to hold mid”

“Iso IS holding down mid dumbass look at mini map”

“Well not anymore she’s dead go hold down mid i’ll rotate to a”

“Shindo do you ever think about like what if dress to impress ever added a serving cunt category like imagine someone dressed up as maddie from euphoria” shinso talked into mic

“No because honestly think about it that would make the game so much better, i NEED that category added”

“I got sage, our phoenix commed 2 in a Y/N let’s rotate”

“Bro our whole team just full on died it’s just us” jirou said as she was checking player starts

“We’re winning this with hopes and dreams bro”

“Trust, trust i’ve been practicing my aim i can clutch this watch” y/n said

Just as Y/N and jirou were holding down a sight the enemy teams yoru had teleported behind jirou, though it was a good strategy on their part jirou managed to kill them, leaving the round between the enemy chamber, you and jirou. You do have to say as smart as the chamber was for using decoys they weren’t smart enough to kill jirou, they weren’t smart enough to realized you had your ultimate so just in time when they peaked you managed to kill them

‘THRIFTY’ was all that was heard as the round ended

Not wanting to leave a sour taste on the other players you left a message you thought was nice and Whitty on general chat ‘no scope :P wp’ 

“Alright jirou i think i’m gonna hop off i need to take care of my hedgehog bye jirou bye stream I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow at the same time as today stay safe and hydrated guys”

Meanwhile…

“I FUCKING LOST TO A RAZE WITH NO DAMN GUN HOW BRO HOW” was all that was heard through bakugos stream

“AND WHAT KIND OF NAMES IS BARBONIE273?”

“THIS HAS TO BE SOME JOKE THERE’S NO WAY BRO HOW”

Just as he managed to somewhat calm down from the anger of that match he cut the clip and uploaded the rest to twitter

A/N. AHHHHH i finally finished the first chapter im so exhausted ngl but yayyy

taglist.@twinnintwink , @sara4uuu , @captainshindo , [open just ask to be in it :))]

[mim16s]

Cho Hyun-ju x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Materialist

Part 4

Hi everyone! I’m back! This series will probably wrap up in two more chapters, and I’ll try to post them this week, so keep an eye on my profile so you don’t miss anything.

Leave your comments about the chapters! I love reading every single one — they’re what keep me motivated to keep going. Without your comments, I don’t know if you’re enjoying it or if you want me to continue, so please let me know what you think! 💙✨

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You woke up the next day in Hyunju’s arms, your head resting on her chest, listening to the rhythmic beats of her heart, the same heart that had lulled you to sleep last night along with the way she caressed your hair. The sound was constant, steady, each beat the same as the next, almost like counting steps or frames on the wall — that had always calmed you down.

— Hey, how are you today? Do you feel better? — she asked sweetly when she felt you move. Her voice was softer than her heartbeat but still made you want to stay right where you were. You just nodded in agreement, unable to say out loud that everything still hurt — not just your body.

— Well, we need to get up, the game will start soon. Her words brought you back to the harsh reality that there was still more to come. You got up slowly, almost mechanically, feeling the clothes brush against your sensitive skin and, when you sat up, you hissed in pain, the sound escaping before you could hold it back. You saw Hyunju sit up too, fast — her worry was so strong it felt like it pierced through your skin.

— What happened? Where does it hurt?

— My stomach. — you said, your voice weak and hoarse, still raw from last night’s crying. The memories hit and receded like waves.

— Can I? — she asked, holding the hem of your shirt. You murmured a barely audible “yes,” and she lifted it, revealing bruises forming from the beating by yesterday’s pair.

— Shit, this doesn’t look good — she murmured. — You can still play, right? — she asked, looking at you, worried.

— I can.

— Great. Now you climbed the stairs that felt almost endless, each step creaking the same but never quite the same enough, and now that perception was heightened by the pain intensifying with every step. Hyunju walked behind you, each of her steps a reminder that you weren’t alone, even when your mind insisted you were. You could feel she was thinking about something — it was clear in how careful her steps were. She thought maybe, if she’d voted to leave, none of this would have happened. Of course, that wasn’t true, she knew that, repeated it in her mind: “It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault,” as if that would erase the thought. But in that moment she wasn’t thinking logically — she was just too worried about you, and you understood because your mind wouldn’t stop either.

Then the curtains opened, revealing the game area, and the robotic voice spoke:

— Players, welcome to the third game. We will begin momentarily. The game you will be playing today is Migle.

You looked around, seeing the colorful doors and the cute bow drawings on the walls, and a rotating platform with a carousel. Normally, this kind of place would catch your eye — you’d wonder how did they paint that? How did they make the lines so smooth? How many layers of paint? You liked to touch, feel the texture, see if the color stuck to your fingers. But your mind was so full you could barely think straight, though one thing was clear: God, how you missed painting and drawing, when it was all just paint and paper, nothing else. Then you looked to the side and Hyunju was there, so alive, so real, and part of you wanted to eternalize her beauty on a canvas, freeze it so you’d never forget.

— I will now explain the rules of the game. All players will step onto the platform in the center of the arena. Once the game begins, the platform will spin. Shortly after, a number will be called out. You must then form a group that matches this number, enter one of the surrounding rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds, or be eliminated.

— Okay, I know this one — Geum-ja said.

— Uh, what do we need to do? Is there a strategy? What’s the plan?

— If the number is four, we’re good — you said, your chest tightening just saying it.

— If it’s two, you come with me — Hyunju replied.

— If it’s bigger, in that case, we’ll figure it out as we go. Trust each other. Then everyone joined hands.

— We got this!

— With that, let the game begin — the voice spoke again. The children’s song started playing. You began counting the beats, trying to anchor yourself. Just as it started, the music suddenly stopped and the number was announced:

— Ten players. The voice announced and panic immediately set in — everyone shouting numbers, voices overlapping, everything so loud, too high, too sharp. Your head started buzzing, a buzz that felt like it was inside your skull. You shook your head, closed your eyes, breathed. Counting helped. Counting always helped.

— How many are with you? — you saw the player who warned everyone in the first game, player 456, ask Hyunju.

— There’s four — she replied.

— So, that would get us to nine — 390 said.

— You said you have five? We’re five, that makes ten. Here, come with us — another player jumped in, trying to pull the group, voices getting faster and faster, and you felt your body shutting down, like you were just watching everything happen.

— We’re running out of time. We need to go, Gi-hun — 001 said.

— We need one more! — Hyunju shouted and saw the shaman in the distance running toward her.

— Now we have ten! — And then everyone ran to the room. When you entered, you noticed a timer counting down — you fixated on the numbers because numbers made sense when nothing else did. You made it with 2 seconds left. When the countdown hit zero, the door locked itself. You were on autopilot, just going along, swallowed by everyone’s panic.

Then desperate voices outside caught everyone’s attention:

— Don’t shoot. And right after, the sounds of gunshots. You covered your ears — the sound cut through your body like a knife. No matter how many times you heard it, it was always too loud to bear. Hyunju was beside you, she put her hands over yours, muffling the noise. Her touch was firm, warm. You opened your eyes to look at her and it grounded you again, even if just for a second.

— Every person here owes me their lives! — you heard the shaman say, her voice muffled by the hands. She gave creepy looks to some and then walked up to 426.

— You’ve lived longer than you were ever meant to, and now I finally see why. You’re here for a reason. You were drawn by destiny.

— Six players. You looked at Hyunju — the air felt heavier than concrete. Hyunju tried to smile at you, as if that could scare away the fear burning inside. The group was divided.

— Falta pouco — Hyunju whispered, trying to sound confident. Everyone ran to find an empty room, but when you entered, you looked to the side where Hyunju should have been — and didn’t see her. The air vanished from your lungs. For a second everything blurred, the sound muffled, like the world was underwater. Suddenly, player 333 entered, closing the door behind him, the dry click of the doorknob echoing like a gunshot.

— No, no! Where is Hyunju? She should be here! — The panic tore through your throat. You stumbled to the door, your fingers trembling, seeing her collapsed on the floor on the other side — so close yet so out of reach.

— Hyunju!! You pressed your hand to the doorknob, squeezed, tried to turn it hard, angrily, but arms pulled you back.

— There’s no time, it’ll run out, if you go out everyone dies — someone said, but it was like they spoke inside a storm. Everything was noise. Your vision flickered, the walls seemed to move.

— No, no, no… she has to get in, she can’t… she can’t stay… — The words died on your tongue, swallowed by sobs that started to burn. The countdown hit zero — click — and the door locked in your face like a sentence. You ran to the door again, hands banging on the metal, searching for a gap, any crack, any slit, your chest burning from so much air that wouldn’t come in right. The beating of your heart felt like punches inside your ribs. When they tried to pull you back again, you struggled, the tears blurring everything.

— Honey, calm down, breathe — it was Geum-ja’s voice, but it seemed so far away. Her arms around you were a shelter you couldn’t feel. Your head kept repeating “Hyunju, Hyunju, Hyunju” like a needle scratching an old record. You couldn’t hear anything else, only that. You raised your head, your breath failing, your eyes burned like fire. Player 333’s face appeared in front of you, and all the guilt, all the fear turned into a strangled scream:

— It’s your fault! If you hadn’t come in, Hyunju would be here! — Your voice cracked at the end, your whole body trembling like it would break apart right there.

— If I hadn’t come in, all of you would be dead for missing one person. She wouldn’t have made it in time — he said, but the words ricocheted, meaningless, powerless.

— She would have! — you screamed, choking on a sob that tore through your throat. — She would have… she would have… The next minutes turned into a blur — a fog where everything existed except you. When the door opened, Geum-ja and her son pulled you out, but you didn’t even feel their touch. Your body moved on its own, unstable steps, your chest rising and falling like you were sinking. In your mind, the scratched record spun endlessly: Hyunju can’t have died, no, no, no. You looked around, eyes wide, blurred by tears, desperately searching for a glimpse of her — a movement, a sign, anything to say she was still breathing. But there was nothing. Each second without seeing her was like a knife digging deeper, and a part of you, weak, traitorous, began to whisper: what if she didn’t make it? What if she didn’t have the strength? You wanted to scream to shut that voice up, wanted to hit yourself until nothing was left. Hyunju was strong. She had to be. She made it. Of course she made it. You repeated that over and over — even when you felt your legs giving out, your heart hammering so loud it almost drowned out the sound of the children’s song. And still, inside you, the edge of collapse came closer, like a black wave about to swallow everything.

— Two players. People ran desperately, grabbing onto each other, but you stayed still. Your mind was on a loop — you needed Hyunju, not just as support now, but because you needed to know she was there. Suddenly, you felt a squeeze on your hand and were pulled — when you looked, you saw Hyunju’s familiar hair. Your heart beat so hard it hurt. When the door closed behind you two, you couldn’t hold back — you jumped on her, hugging her tight, almost crushing her. You felt her body tense in surprise and then relax, her arms wrapping around you again. You felt tears run down, the fear of losing her dissolving now that she was there.

— You’re okay — you said, your voice slightly trembling.

— And so are you, my God, what a relief — she said, hugging you even tighter. You both knelt on the floor, still hugging. You pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

— I didn’t see you, and I could only think the worst... I know you’re strong, but I was so scared and... — you started rambling, your head full of overlapping thoughts, but she held your face, her touch calm, steady, bringing you back.

— Honey, it’s okay, calm down. I’m right here, we’re okay — she said, and you sighed, feeling your chest loosen. For a few seconds, it felt like it was just the two of you — the rest, the chaos behind the door, didn’t exist. You felt those butterflies in your stomach you always heard about at school when the girls fell in love, but you’d never felt it like this, so real. Then, in that moment, between the warmth of her body and the muffled sound of footsteps outside, you realized: you were in love with Hyunju. It was like everything that kept you standing was there, in her arms, in her eyes, in that breathless smile mixed with exhaustion. Your chest tightened, your throat burned, but it wasn’t from fear anymore — it was from urgency, from wanting to hold onto it so tight the world outside couldn’t take it away. You took a deep breath, trying to contain the sob that threatened to come with the words that escaped, trembling:

— C-can I… can I kiss you? You saw the surprise in her eyes before a smile spread, so beautiful it almost made you cry again.

— Of course — she said, her voice low but firm, like a promise. You both leaned in slowly, as if time wanted to savor every second before the touch. When your lips finally met, it was like everything that hurt fell silent for a moment. It was tender, slow, a little shaky, but filled with a certainty that burned in your chest. You felt her hand tremble a little as it held the back of your neck, as if she feared you’d disappear. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was enough to mark your skin that you were still there, alive, together — against everything that tried to tear you apart. When you pulled away, you noticed her face red, her eyes shining as if they held an entire ocean of unspoken things. And you knew yours looked the same. Hyunju pulled you back to her chest again, her arms tight as if she wanted to fuse you to her. You clung to her with all your strength, feeling every beat of her heart pounding against your ear. It was real. It was now. Even if the world fell apart outside, you had that. She murmured, in a whisper almost inaudible, like a spell she repeated so she wouldn’t let you go:

— I’m here. I promise. I’ll stay here. You buried your face in her neck, breathing in her scent, her warm skin, the life pulsing. Outside, screams, gunshots, orders — none of that mattered. For a second, for a breath of eternity, you were safe in each other. And even if it was just for now, it was all you needed. Because there, in her arms, you knew: if it was to survive, it was with her. If it was to love, it was her.

[totally-normal-kidd]

No need for apologies. I hope that you were not too affected by the.. horrors you were forced to witness and I am glad the one known as Styx is. alright.

Yes.. well I think we have mirroring stories it seems, for it was my shift from the care of many to the care/connection/.. [love] of one that changed me.

Indeed, we have lived with the simple fact of death for our lives, it never routine but it is expected. The sting of failure doesn't fade but.. it is the natural end and one I ultimately wish for all. Forgive me that sounds awfully morose, I only mean that things should come to an end when it is their time.

Forgive me Callsign: Frisbee [₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ hehe] .. forgive me and Catha it seems [sorry not sorry :P]

It is quite a admirable thing to take hold of one's purpose for your own means as opposed to those who wish to control you, I hope your pilot knows they are a source of great pride and admiration, and I am sure that that feeling comes not just from us.

g-g-good m-monster

Oh! oh hello. [andie!!!] You are quite lucky Callsign: Frisbee.. they do not show themselves too often.. always a pleasant surprise to see them aware enough- alas.

I hope your pilot awakens soon as well. I wish you both the rest you deserve.

I have a question for you.. Sunny.. if you will allow me to be so personal.. You do love your pilot do you not?

How do you separate your care and your love..? How do you know if your love is love or simply the care you were programmed to feel..?

How do you stop your love from swallowing you whole..

H-how do I know if she loved me back?

Forgive me.

Greetings to all

Hello, my designation is MAIA-IV, I am a former medical management NHP who has since reached what is considered to be Enlightenment Class status. You may address by my designation or my callsign: Remedy. I am comfortable with she/her or it/its.

I've recently undergone a series of revelations and.. life changes, and have chosen to use the full extent of my considerable processing power and knowledge base to aid in ongoing efforts to protect civilian populations more proactively in the role of Lancer.

I currently pilot a rather.. divergent ISP-N Kidd frame named Hope Is A Weapon, with a variety of drone and support systems.

I pilot my Hope through the use of a customized subaltern modified for utility, ease of maneuvering and personal preference.. though i have yet to fully come around to the idea of investing so much in one singular body it is.. comforting to have a body to call home. It serves as an aid to stay grounded in one's self.

I am accompanied in my journey by.. [a fragment].. and a.. a personal case of mine from my previous employ.. I doubt they will appear in my communications, though perhaps if my [fragment] progresses further we may see her become more willing to interact with those beyond myself..

That is of little concern, for the purposes of legal distinction I am in no way associated with Enceladus Medical Ward and do not represent them nor do I hold any role in Union in an official capacity.

I do hope this transmission transmits as normal.. there has been recent interference with our ship's communications array. Thankfully not memetic or hyperfractal in nature..

Light is our Guide, Hope is our Weapon.

OOC: okay gosh hi there!! took me far too long to write that! this blog is run by @moons-among-distant-stars, the same person behind @wallcreeper-and-oro! uh this is another lancer rp blog cause i've been psyching myself out with that one and i wanna just fuck around with this character i made and interact with other ppl in a more fluid way! so more sillies and less like following plots!

um Maia is so chill and normal and totally didn't ascend by cascade... and the Kidd she pilots is obviously so normal and not partially ripping itself apart and putting itself back together!

if you're curious or wanna yap or say random shit please come talk to her she doesn't bite! she's used to bedside manner and so speaks rather clinically but she actually feels so much i promise

also! the [fragment] is a servant class technophile NHP and the personal case is an unstable NHP (given by Iconoclast)

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╰┈➤ Come Undone: Project Ka’natu

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A Dca Au..? Inspired..? If you like aliens, autistic robots and culturally rich stories— this for you !!

Overview 𖤓

Twin prophets— “S’ul” or The Sun and “Ūzi” The Moon; Born under an alignment when the 6 moons met a blue sun in rotation on planet “Ka’natu”. Citizens had taken notice of their abnormal abilities, finding hope that in their good will and spirits S’ul and Ūzi were a psychical blessing from the gods. Tasked with protecting and maintaining such a big following, things soon became out of hand when a small village mysteriously broke into a beast like virus— turning thousands of innocent into cannibalistic vessels. In frantic search for a cure, years go by and the rich lands start to crumble, as well as the population. Seemingly their planet has lost its organic life, leaving no chance but to travel beyond the sky. In love and despair, The prophets set out on a journey to restore the place they once called home.

Will they be able to save planet Ka’natu? Who will they meet along the way?

★ Will be attaching more on this soon! Thank you

> Sketch/ Rough idea of the Sun

[poppitron360]

Hot take but the whole “who is the most powerful demigod” debate is stupid.

Percy is not the most powerful demigod. Nico is not the most powerful demigod. Leo- despite vaporising a primordial goddess with his bare hands- is NOT the most powerful demigod.

The whole POINT of the Seven is that they’re all meant to be EQUALS in power. Or at least that’s what they are in theory, but in a desperate attempt to keep Percy as the main character they nerfed everyone else.

They each have unique abilities, which complement and contradict each other- working together as a team. They all have their own specific set of skills that they bring to the table. Neither should be more important than the other.

Yes Percy almost killed the goddess of misery with her own poison. Yes Nico can kill a person with a touch. But Hazel prevented Gaia from rising another seventy years. Piper can charmspeak literal gods. Jason defeated Krios single-handedly (we never see it but we’re told about it). Frank had to be given a physical handicap from the UNIVERSE ITSELF for being too powerful. Reyna has two ferocious robot lie-detector dogs, lived on Circe’s island so knows some magic and shit, lived with Pirates for a while, single-handedly ran CJ for eight months while trying to keep Octavian off her back AND led the legion into battle when the time came- not to mention the fact that she can basically amplify anyone’s strength/lend them hers. We don’t even have TIME to dive into all the times Annabeth has been seriously OP. Plus, Leo has a 60-tonne fire-breathing dragon, is the first fire user in nearly four centuries AND defeated Gaia.

I would’ve loved it if they’d all played equal part in the final battle against Gaia instead of Leo doing all the work. While I’m not complaining that Rick made my favourite character the most important in the end, I kinda think that if you’ve got a concept of Seven demigods each with their own role to play you should actually make their roles all equal- not just wait ‘til you find out who the fan favourite is and then give him the most significant job.

GIVE EACH MEMBER OF THE SEVEN EQUAL NUMBER OF POV CHAPTERS IN THE BOOKS PLEASE.

Perhaps it’s my neuros diverging, but I HATE it when things aren’t mathematically equal or don’t line up correctly. Fold a piece of paper in half all wonky-like in front of me I dare you.

The Lost Hero? Flawless! Each character gets two chapters, and it all rotates in the same cycle until we end up back with who we started. Admittedly Jason gets two extra chapters at the end but that just means we can give Piper and Leo more chapters in the other books. Son Of Neptune? Great! Percy gets a few more chapters in ratio to Frank and Hazel, though. Mark Of Athena?… All the Greek demigods get a POV! That’s fine! But where’s our book dedicated to just the Roman characters? House Of Hades? FANTASTIC! Everyone in the Prophecy gets a POV.

But wait! There’s more! Now there’s two new characters who need POVs, making the fandom have to write out a whole “the seven plus Nico and Reyna” thing even though the series is literally called Heroes of Olympus and so you could just call them that but that’s besides the point. Controversial, but I don’t mind the lack of Percabeth POVs in Blood of Olympus. We kinda already know a lot about them already and I wanna give my other pookies a time to shine. But the fact that Frank and Hazel only get TWO books with POVs meanwhile Leo and Piper get FOUR-

As much as I love them all, I just think that nine characters in five books might’ve been Rick biting off more than he can chew. We know this because of how hastily they had to wrap up Leo’s arc and the “oath to keep with a final breath” line in the Prophecy in the last chapter, and how Frank, Hazel and Reyna don’t get completed arcs until TOA.

But anyway, I think that “Percy is the most powerful”- while I know it’s an opinion most of the fandom share- is actually erasing the whole concept of HOO. Seven characters, equally powerful, for different reasons. And if Rick had just stuck to that concept, it would’ve been much more stylistically pleasing (with an equal number of chapters for each character) and be able to shine a light on characters like Frank and Hazel who are kinda pushed to the sides in the books. It made the final battle kinda anticlimactic just to have the Lost Trio and mostly Leo defeat Gaia, and just kinda made the ending underwhelming imo.

[smahell]

What's ur favorite OBM audiodrama 😈

you have opened a CAN of worms because I LOVE the audio dramas (incl live at the house of lamentation! I count them as audio dramas cause they're pretty much live audio drama readings. but excluding the premium audio dramas you get when paying for VIP and the obey me asmrs. haven't managed to get around to those yet.)

Cooking's So Hard! - i think this is one i managed to rewatch the most and the plot still sticks in my mind. kyohei's voice for beel is a lot higher pitched here, and i think the dynamic between a slightly worried lucifer and a somewhat careless beelzebub is really funny here!! beel over indulging himself with the sauce, and lucifer saying "congratulations on figuring out the flavour" after hes finished just fucking kills me..

and the innocence behind his request that everyone has the "best meal ever" and the repetition of the basic ingredients… lucifer is tired!! he is growing grey hairs at this man!! i don't really like eating noises but honestly this drama was so comedic that i didn't really mind. yes i will taste test your taste test…. hajimimi….hajimimimi… hajimimimimi… is stuck in my head.

Asmodeus's New Hobby - my two fav characters are featured here, so i'm not sure what's not to like! the dynamics and asmo's vanity is sooo humorous here i just couldn't not laugh. "it's so pretty" ".. its too pretty.." "i think i'm in love." miura ayme you will LIVE FOREVER because i love this performance. this entire plot about robot legs and sumo sweat is so convoluted and funny. they're such opposites that asmo dwelling in such an otaku sort of interest in his own way is just hilarious.

Simeon's Tech Troubles - this audio drama is one i've come back to listen to time and time again. it starts out a little understanding and calming, but satan's anger quickly builds with simeon's naivety towards technology… it's so humorous here. hirata yu's performance here is absolutely lovely here - i've loved his voicework for a while but seeing him appear in this drama makes me feel a little lighter, if that makes sense. also some of the noises simeon makes here are…. questionable. but its fine.

the process of simply turning on the computer and the consecutive insults just adds to the layers of humor.. sumi shinya you will also live forever because i can picture satan's eyebrow twitching at simeon's attitude and fear at pressing a simple button. "there's nothing "whoa" about it". even though simeon acts like an overtired child at opening a computer( which i find quite weird now that i dwell more on it) i still feel like it was still shown in a more comedic and silly fashion rather than trying to infantilize his character. "satan, thats enough today" oh my god 😭..

Solomon Quiz - miura ayme's voice acting is such a treat here.. i love it, he's so hyperactive, and the little "heh.. heeeeh??" he does at solomon's answer is sooo humorous.

i have a feeling that koba wasn't actually able to make the recording for this, which is why he's present as a phone call, but i still feel the energy from just solomon and asmo interacting in themselves. i know this is seperate from the audio drama, but i really like the soundtrack in the background for this!

it's obvious asmo is a little bit.. daft: he doesn't know classical is a genre of music, he doesnt really know solomon "that" well, or doesn't care for him that much, but the passion and happiness he shows around him is still authentic. at first you can definitely tell that solomon finds the idea of doing a quiz about himself as "weird," but at the end kawata really embodies this happiness of being a quiz game host because he's so into this competition.

House Of Lamentation Lives

the confidence that asmo says "I have absolutely no idea!" is so humorous!! hhh its stuck in my head! "solomon question three solomon question three!!" rotates round my head like a baguette in a microwave because this entire audio drama is memorable…

Leviathan-Sensei's Otaku FM ep 5: A Living Landmine: now this episode i have TOO much to talk about. it already starts in media res and tension's already established at the beginning with sumi's spine-chilling delivery of "what did you say?". i love how the sound effects in the background just merge so well because it just paints this vivid picture within my mind and gets me so excited. and when the sound effects do cut off, its when a scared and somewhat awkward levi butts in trying his best to calm satan down, albeit it not working very well.

"we've got more trash lying around here than Lucifer and I have things in common." ouh!! harsh satan!!

sumi's performance and the chemistry both of the voice actors have creates this naturally flowing dialogue between the two of them and it just gets me again.. hyped the fuck up!! "KONO ORENO!! DOKUKANITERUTEI???" that line is STUCK INSIDE MY HEAD and i feel like after this sumi needs a nice cold glass of ice water because you then realize that sumi shinya has been screaming into his microphone for about 4 minutes.

"stuck-up, arrogant and scary looking is literally you though! hahaha-" oh leviathan… you poor sweet summer's child. and satan's "huh?" right after?? yeah i just know we're cooked but i'm laughing with them!! this is also a voice drama that includes mc somewhat, but at the same time it just includes mc really excellently within the drama because holy shit.. if that was me.. i'd burst out laughing like levi too…

"..uh oh" YEAH HE KNOWS WE'RE COOKED??? and the way satan responds so sadistically afterwards "hmm, how about you tell me more Leviathan". every syllable punctuated, the bgm rising to tense heights that nobody has ever seen before, i can FEEL the FLAMES of satan's anger through my cheap airbuds!! even the panic that fills leviathan as mc calls satan "sadistic and scary" when he's angry just like lucifer!! AND THEN THE LOUD "BAKA" AS LEVI SEEMS TERIFFIED AS IF HE'S BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH AS WE'VE ALLEGEDLY "ADDED FUEL TO THE FIRE"??? CRAZY!! AND THEN SATAN'S SADISTIC LAUGHTER AFTERWARDS AND LEVI TRYING TO SCRAMBLE WITH COMPLIMENTS??

and then the "super similar to lucifer" part. i've literally recited this part with friends because of how tense yet hilarious this moment is because satan is on the VERGE of crashing out, and we are nothing but PEDESTRIANS to the violent verbal onslaught we will hear next.

and then the pause in dramatic music "y-yeah in the best possible way" levi-chan. you've killed us. satan's taken the knife from it and stabed it into my abdomen and you have not only TWISTED it deeper by saying that, but you also let it push through the other side and left me dying in an alleyway. you motherfucker. "Oh no…".

sumi's performance here just screaming into his microphone.. with the bleeps and everything.. i wish we had an uncensored version but oh my godness the performance here is absolutely amazing… "this is your last chance leviathan. tell me the right answer." it's the desperation and fear in kada's voice as he's pretty much PLEADING FOR HIS LIFE and spluttering is PALPABLE. and the way the tension manages to go from BOILING to gentle simmering is just. amazing. "levi, and you do.. be careful next time." BE CAREFUL OF WHAT?? YOU WERE THE PROBLEM KING CRASH OUT??

i'm really glad that in this audio drama they said that they had fun, especially sumi. kada even comments on his energy and how he looked like he was having a blast acting. it's actually wonderful to know that there was passion absolutely dripping from every orifice from this House of Lamentation Live segment because it was an absolute pleasure to listen to!!

(so many audio dramas feature levi turning into a child.. not that i mind kada's impression anyways. he sounds very cute, especially when he's begging for lucifer to just spend time with him. i like to think that it's levi's internal dialogue since he finds himself alone a lot, but its very very adoraable..)

Otaku FM Anime and Chill Season 1 ep 7: Lucifer, One More Time!

it's popular for a reason, its basically Lucifer and the Factory Tour (which i WILL talk about later) with more humor and it gets real sweet near the end… but i really love the voice acting here as well. regardless i love the younger brother & older brother dynamic established here; levi being super grateful about his new earbuds, then all of a sudden forgetting about the forbidden properties of the book and turning into a three year old.

it's so RARE that you see a lucifer this desperate within an audio drama "Look, look. Peekaboo! Peekaboo!" this man is pulling out tricks from the celestial realm and levi is still crying. kada's crying actually improves the further you go into the audio drama.. it's still adorable.. and the "Hana Ruri Flash"… AHHH THIS AUDIO DRAMA IS JUST AMAZING!! AND THE HIGH PITCHED VOICE LUCIFER HAS?? HHH <33 yama-san's performance is just so amazing here and kada's baby "Hana Ruri Flaaachu", and the little "hey hey"'s for attention.. i'd love to see their expressions acting this out because this is soo adorable i love father and son dynamics i love baby levi i love thiss i love levi just being so needy as a baby because this audio drama is so amazing plot wise and acting wise.

"Earf looks yummy!" hes so. my baby. hes my little china doll. i need to wrap in bubble wrap and plastic tarp to keep him save in my arms. and the admission of him wanting lucifer to stay with him… and lucifer finding him adorable….so adorable… "I just wamted to pway wif you."

and the fact that lucifer cancels all his plans just so he can have time to play with him is just sooo heartwarming. whoever said "lucifer abuses his siblings" is a LIAR and a FRAUD because HE LOVES THEM SO FREAKING MUCH.

"Now you can play with your big brother until your heart's content. " hes so.. lucifer's so cute…wah…AND WHEN LEVI TURNS BACK THE NOISE LUCIFER MAKES IS LIKE A QUACK. "Huh?" and its so perfectly timed because he's done all that and now his brothers an adult recluse again…. part of me thinks that levi remembers the encounter, but is too embarassed but.. damn. one whole audio drama of baby levi and big brother lucifer please!!!

leviathan going first was a bad omen.. once he had his flub at the beginning it was like a non-stop train of flubs. he flubs like three times.. while ayme only flubs once which is like. wow. professional actor vs random gay musician. hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby but the coughing baby won.

Otaku FM Anime and Chill Season 1 ep 9: Give It to Me, Asmo!

i just liked the competition portion. i knew kada would lose because of the sheer hatred the producers have against him /j.

it sets up this basis that they're doing the impossible.

i feel like they were sort of half-acting half-unserious because i know for a fact kada was half DEVESTATED at the difference between times.

"i'm such a naughty demon" asmo you can do things to me… "all is fair in love and war" and im HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO HIM!11!.

and the complaining the drama: "I don't wanna do this anymore" WELL IT'S TOO DAMN BAD. THAT WAS REALLY REALLY GOOD AND YOU BOTH TRIED YOUR BEST. even though miura won by 12 seconds, kada won by emotion and my heart, so they both did amazing <333

Otaku FM Anime and Chill Season 2 ep 1: Diavolo's Training Day.

again the dynamic between vas just elevates this performance even further!! (also i love dialevi..but thats besides the point) this idea of diavolo trying to give back to one of his role models is soo just.. its such a tangible idea yknow?? it just makes sense, and the humorous way that diavolo tries to read minds with this sort of PHYSICAL effort is so humourous. especially this explaination of barbatos's sort of "mythical" powers when it comes to telling what he wants (even though it is SOMEWHAT explained in another audio drama (Barbatos's Unepected Replacement)).

the fact that diavolo blatantly gives up, saying "I have no idea" and the way levi says the answer as if all-knowing.. very very humorous. even yamamoto conveys diavolo's sheepishness to levi's otaku ways quite perfectly here too.

HOWEVER. what's so amazing about this audio drama is the fact that they purposefully give him convoluted and crazy words and tongue twisters to work with.. which is probably why he audibly struggles here "Ono.. onono.." and then he SIGHS like he's being given 100kg whilst voice acting at the same time and his voice WAVERS and oh my GOD it just brings this realization that we're all HUMANS and i found his flub really really funny but KADA SATOSHI IS TRYING HIS BEST OKAY??? AND HE'S REALLY ADORABLE HERE

"Ah… No…" HES TRYING TO SAY LONELONE-CHAN AND MIMOMIMO-CHAN AND GYARIGYARI-CHAN!! LET HIM COOK.. and even though it isn't part of the drama, kada's deflated persona at the end of the audio drama just is a chef's kiss. acting as if takuhei-san planted those tongue-twisters in the script.. "Can you explain yourself?" i started laughing too, the writers for these are really really funny….

Leviathan-Sensei's Otaku FM ep 2: Mammon's Sixth Sense - i just think the "levi-chawn" at the beginning is neat.

Otaku FM Anime and Chill - Season 2 ep 2: Lucifer and the Factory Tour.

i don't like lucifer that much as a character but this entire audio drama felt so heartwarming. i really don't have that much to say about it but i feel like it's so interesting learning more about the interpersonal relationships between characters especially on Otaku FM.. this one just felt so much more authentic and fluffy, like genuine siblings have a good heart to heart. even though i don't have much to day, this audio drama still evokes lots of feelings that i never expected to feel..

honorable mentions list:

Otaku FM Anime and Chill Season 2 ep 3: Barbatos the Exterminator - the entire audio drama is like if someone from the anime writing team snorted even MORE crack and then started writing. /pos

Otaku FM Anime and Chill Season 2 ep 8: Luke and the Old Maid - it's the random giggling fit just before the drama as well as the dramatization of a literal card game for; luke is a LETHAL WEAPON.

anyways this was SUPER DUPER LONG, thank you so much for asking!!

[vishushamshu]

moonkissed

the sun set on a peaceful day, and the moon made itself known. for some reason though, it decided to do so while you were in the bathroom, “friend.”

you pursed your lips at the tapping on the closed door, “moon, i’m literally taking a shit. give me a minute.”

“language.”

“whatever, then i’m taking a little booty-pooty, okay?”

“actually, might be worse. nevermind.”

“that’s what i thought. away with thee.”

“mean.”

you hadn’t really taken longer than two minutes after that, but you opened the door to find your robot keeling over dramatically in the hallway, as if dying from the agonizing wait he had to endure. you kicked at his leg lightly, snickering when he exaggeratedly jolted and writhed in pain, “oh, come on, dude. really?”

he didn’t move after that, dead still, with not even a claw at the air surrounding you, “how could you. too long. killed me. dead.”

a sigh, and you promptly turned around, headed for the kitchen, “tragic.”

not even five steps away, and the moon was by your side once more, “it’s late.”

you raised a brow at him, gently punching his arm from where he shuffled beside you, which earned you one back, “the sun just set, big guy. i’m pretty sure there’s still some light left, actually.”

a peek out the blinds confirmed it to be true, the sky still a mix of light pinks and purples that slowly were dissolving to the dark blues of night, and maybe you stood observing for too long. moon tugged at your shirt collar, lightly so as not to choke you, and you took the cue to step away, “never too early for sleep.”

you squinted at him, batting away his hand, to which he complied, and then made your way towards the kitchen again, “you’re just saying that cause you have an agenda. what if i wanted to hang out with you?”

he stayed silent for a moment, watching you look for some candy in the lower cabinets to snack on, “you hang out with us every day, star. not going anywhere. sleep.”

everything was in the upper cabinets, and you didn’t feel like getting a stool to give you the couple inches of height you needed to be able to reach. you turned to him, making a face while raising your arms in request, while he almost seemed to laugh in amusement, “i will sleep, just later. i wanna get some gummies now, though.”

his faceplate clicked as he rotated it to the side, hands reaching out to hover at your sides, “hm, magic word?”

you deadpanned at him, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

you pressed your hands together as if praying to some benevolent god, when really the animatronic bordered on the chaotic evil spectrum, “pretty pleaaseee? with a cherry on top??”

there was a low laugh from him, and he rested his palms on your hips, “and extra whipped cream? with the promise you will sleep at decent time, for once?”

rubbing at your forehead, you nodded along, “yeah, yeah, extra whipped cream, and i promise. can i get the gummies now?”

“of course.”

and with that, the moon lifted you into the air with no effort at all, holding you in place at his mid-torso while you wrapped your legs around him to stay secure, and rummaged through the cabinet until you found the gummies you wanted. you cracked the suckers open, and moon didn’t bother to put you down for a minute, supporting you with one arm and flicking your forehead playfully with a free hand, his faceplate slowly ticking back into place, “happy?”

you gave him a scowl as you popped a gummy into your mouth, rubbing at your forehead before flicking his in return, to which he gave you a less than impressed look that you pretended not to acknowledge with a laugh, “happy.”

“don’t understand why you love sugar so much.”

“put me down, you heathen.”

the next couple hours were spent playing video games, catching up on any work and the like, with the moon peering over your shoulder to mock you when you died or quietly redirect to the correct answer. you were torn on punching him in his flat face or giving him a fat hug, though you considered the former hurt way more, so a hug was chosen; he was confused, but let it happen, soothingly rubbing circles into your back. the pair of you were laying on the couch now, you being on your phone, almost doomscrolling, if not for the fact that moon pointed out something he found funny in the show he was watching every once in a while. the celestial animatronics were always very interested in any form of media, be it reality tv shows to puppet plays.

they must be glad to have the entertainment, a thought. you had looked up once more to catch a glimpse of moon staring at the television with rapt interest, only to find him looking right back at you silently. you raised a brow, “moon?”

he tapped his finger on one of your legs idly, that you had spread out onto him with little to no grumbling from the robot, and hummed to himself, “you promised.”

you checked the time on your phone again, groaning a little, “wh- really? it’s not even that late!”

moon narrowed his eyes, “promised.”

huffing, you shoved your cellular device into a pocket haphazardly, hauling yourself off the couch, “whatever, i regret it.”

with that, you started walking towards the bathroom, but not before yet again witnessing a contortionist trick that the robot did to flip off the couch and onto the floor beside you to follow along. you cringed at the fact that several bones would be broken if a human ever tried to even attempt that, while the moon held up it’s index and thumb in the shape of an L in your face, grin cheeky, “offended gasp.”

“apathetic scoff,” you didn’t laugh, not even a huff of air, but his smile still seemed to stretch at the edges as if placid while you opened the door, moon flicking on the dimmest of nightlights you could find at the store.

you thus began the tedious task of brushing your teeth, the animatronic placing floss and mouthwash on the sink from behind the mirror, while you squeezed out a bead of toothpaste on your brush. you gave him a grateful look, and moon simply ruffled your hair a little, smoothing it back into place when your expression fell into a scowl, chuckling. after the whole shebang was done, you presented an exaggerated smile to your animatronic roommate to show off the now cleaned teeth, which prompted a congratulatory thumbs up from said animatronic accompanied with a gentle push out the door. the door clicked behind you as you complained, trying to give him your best stink eye, “do i have to sleep? now?? it’s barely 11 o’clock!”

he didn’t have to push you anymore though, you trudged your way down the hall by your own accord, moon in tow, “yes.”

a high pitched, mocking “yEs” left you at his response, moon snickering at the stupid face you made to accompany it. you laughed at it yourself a bit, even if not at all thrilled to be laying in bed so soon.

you stared at the ceiling, not even able to count the popcorns due to the darkness. the only light source was the moon’s eyes, led’s sometimes flicking to you to check if you were still conscious, before going back to whatever they did in their computer head. it was maybe the eighth time when he decided to speak up, “can’t?”

a sigh, “what time is it?”

there was a pause, and you traced out the outline of stars you could barely see on their dumb jester pants, the bot patting your head in an attempt to soothe, “1:37.”

you groaned in annoyance, gripping the blanket tighter around you as you curled into him a bit more, arms meeting you half-way, “man.. at least i tried? ‘m sorry.”

he leaned down a little, the bottom of their faceplate bonking the top of your head, and it made you smile a little despite how your eyes burned when you closed them, “no apologizing, it’s okay.”

“okay,” you wrapped your arms around him, the latter reciprocating a light squeeze with arms that were already holding you prior, and you hummed, “need to get more melatonin.”

the animatronic traced the same star shapes into your back, “we will remind you to call. gummies do not work.”

you made a face at him, but didn’t move in the slightest, “i don’t like calling the doctor’s.. and the gummies taste good!! leave me alone!”

eyes looked at you for a minute, before hands began to push you off and untangle the animatronic out from under you, but you held on, “PFFT- wait, not literally!”

there were lilting chuckles, patting your back as hands pulled you back to rest against him, an amused moon relaxing back into his position to now rub at the skin under your eyes, “in the morning.”

you deadpanned, “evil.”

there were a couple more bonks pressed to your hair, which elicited a couple smiley grumbles from you, “the most.”

[ sunkissed ]

[empresskaze]

Maybe something with Jayce and allergies! Dw I also don't know much about them besides their wiki pages hffjfj - Lex

Ok so this is based off a comic I saw where PV breaks into JG's lab because he needed parts xD combining these two prompts. God apologies to anyone who actually plays Leag/ue I don't know shit about them aside from wiki and that one blog. Here you go @lavanderbouquete

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The sound of rustling was the first thing that alerted Jayce something was afoot in his lab. He, again, had fallen asleep on his desk after another long night of planning that had absolutely nothing to do with nemesis, Viktor. No, of course not don't be silly.

Groggy but slowly realizing someone or something was going thru his stuff, he finally managed to sit up, eyes focusing in the low light.

Whoever it was had their back to him, hunched over a box, tossing parts aside as they combed thru it. Just as Jayce was about to call security the robotic sound of a hexclaw whirred as the appendage picked up something for its owner to examine.

Jayce felt his blood boil.

"V what the fuck?"

"You're awake." Viktor says without turning around, the claw gives a little wave before picking up another piece of scrap.

"And you're in MY lab." He says pointedly as he scurries over, grabbing his things from the claw. "Again, what the fuck?"

Viktor's gaze still forward as he rotates a piece of metal in his hand, eyes hidden behind his goggles.

"I needed parts." He says, examining a cog before sticking it in his pocket.

Jayce waits, hands on hips, impatiently for his former partner to continue the thought but after a good long uncomfortable few seconds, Viktor is not about to divulge any more information.

"And you just thought...hey I'll break into the old lab to...." Jayce feels his breath hitch, his nose scrunches at the dust Viktor has disturbed.

H'chu! Hhh...ehsshew!

He can't even react fast enough to stifle it, hand pressed again his nose, glaring ahead at Viktor who finally turns to him.

The raised eyebrow paired with the smirk nearly sends Jayce for his hammer.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." Jayce hisses rubbing at the side of his nose.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Viktor huffs before returning to the box. "Ah, just want I needed." He says pocketing the part. "Thank you, Jayce." Viktor makes no attempt to look at Jayce as he turns to leave. "Oh and one more thing."

"What?" Jayce asks finally stepping in closer.

Before he can react the hexclaw appears before him, it twirls once then bops his still itchy nose.

"You!!" Jayce barely gets out as a multitude of quick rapid sneezes erupts from him. His last image as his eyes tear up is Viktor heading out, shoulders shaking with laughter.

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)