#It's so slover.

[divorced-slenderman]

She took the pages.

[hemopseudo]

((Tumblr: shoveling updates through the bars of your cage

you:

[terrifyingly-overthought]

Uzi thunk…pls…

"Uzi Doorman those things killed your frikin' mother"

Did you know that Uzi's on the villains wiki? Bc I sure didn't.

Anyway Uzi Doorman hcs under the cut

Main character time lets go, jumping straight into this one:

Uzi will eventually turn into a murder drone (see my post about N for details)

Uzi absolutely refuses to say that she's dating N on principle (this is a lie and she knows it)

Uzi is always really tired, doesn't matter how much sleep she got

Uzi got over killing people waaayy too fast for everyone else's liking

Uzi's slover runs hotter than the dds but she needs to be colder, so she has to drink a LOT of oil

Uzi's tail sometimes gets stuck to things with it's spines

She tries to have a decent relationship with her dad sometimes: but it's hard to get through to him

Uzi wants to be a parent just solely so she can prove to Khan that she would be a better parent than him

Uzi sometimes experiments with her admin rights for N and V while they sleep (she once set their eyes to flash with rainbow colours and had a midnight disco on her own)

Uzi uses the healing powers of the solver to make even more dangerous tools and weapons without the risk of getting hurt

If Uzi ever found Beetlejuice the musical, she would spend days just listening to the soundtrack

Same with a lot of musicals and bands actually

The last time Khan left Uzi alone in the house for more than 12 hours, a large section of the bunker was lit on fire and destroyed

Uzi is oddly supportive of all the weird things N gets up to in the worker colony

V however has been shouted at multiple times for dropping on top of drones from the ceiling

The books Uzi uses to reach her locker are textbooks on doors that her dad wrote

She is the only one in her class that finds it weird that they can't just download the knowledge into their storage like, you know, a robot would

If she could find the spare parts, she would modify herself in any way possible (starting with extendable legs)

Uzi loves any weapon she can get her hands on and is thoroughly disappointed by her lack of claws from the solver

Uzi has a personal vendetta against a pipe that runs through her classroom after it burst and nearly short-circuited her

Uzi would be top of her class if she ever bothered to do the actual work

And if Lizzy didn't always get her dad to lower Uzi's grades

Uzi still hasn't figured out how to bypass her automatic censors, so every time she tries to properly swear she just goes *beep*

Khan fully blames N and V for activating Uzi's solver

Uzi occasionally will sleep hanging upside-down with N if they are caught out by the sun while hunting together

That's about it for this post, there are more but they start going a bit off the wall after here

Currently writing this instead of preparing for my art exam on Monday, 10 hours of lovely silence to enjoy being understimulated as all balls in... yay :(

At least I might get in some more thinking then

[sqiggle]

rant time

so i love recuring fighting styles and time for murder drones fighting styles bc I'm bored (I'm spoosed to be getting ready for a party)

V: her style changes from the poilt bc I ep 4 she's very heavy on protecting her neck, I think because she knows that if her head gets ripped off she's not gonna be able to keep fighting, but if her limps are ripped of she could find a way to keep fighting. But then again in the first ep the workers didn't fight back so she didn't need to protect herself so she didn't cover her neck as much. V seemed terrified when her arms were spread away from her body so she couldn't protect herself when she could actually die, before ep 3 she didn't know she could really die from workers. She's very confident in her fighting though, she also really like using her limps to protect herself. She also loved how blades can slice through things. It's clean and effective, what can I say?

N: he's very oriented in not hurting his opnet (not in the first ep tho, also depends on who's he's fighing) n likes his guns. He's less of a blade person, and more of a person to try to attack from father away, so he doesn't get hurt in the process, he does get up to fight but I don't think he likes it, he like bombs for some reason to. He's very much into using his wing at protection, keeping his friends safe from the enemie, he would rather get the Enemie the retreat then kill them

Uzi: she likes using things around her as weapons, prom ep she used the microphone stand to hit doll with, she likes Goin at them, (her and doll with do a creepy walk to kill them but idk anymore) she liked knifes and using others weapons to her advantage. She doesn't really fight much unless it a prom Ep so we're moving onto solver uzi

Solver uzi: so. She stalks her victims, she was never shown fighting fighing some one because she had to so. She likes to strangle there enemies then running at them to kill them, pinning them up to try to kill, throwing them trying to make it harder and more painful for the enemies to move, so then she can do her weird little runny thing at them and strike, ripping there head off or stabbing them through the torso. She also likes using v's tail as a weapon for herself, talking others weapons and making them her own, she fights in a very animalistic way

Doll:she uses her slover to protect her so she doesn't have to worry about protecting herself and so she can think about harming her enemies. She lik3s pinning down the victims with things so they can't get away when she's gonna kill them. She also uses her injury to her advantage, like a bullet in her head she uses to kill v, I don't really think she would survive or be able to fight without her slover, she jumps a fuck ton so she can get away and have to the high ground. So she can plunge her wep8n into the head of the enemies

Anyways I'm done and I need to get ready for the party

Have a bubble

[firewolf6783]

Hi hi! This is a new oc! I'm made for the smg4 series! Hope you like them!

Name:Hanako (means flower in japanese)

Gender:non bainry

Pronouns:they/them

Age:(depending how old is mr puzzle but younger so if 20 or early 30s) 18 (if 40) then 20 years old

Personality:kind,curious, is a quite person, isn't a fan of the attention on a stage so stage fright, smart about a few things but when meeting new people,their slient feeling afried that they might say something wrong or do something wrong

Appearance: the pictures and wears brown boots as well

Nicknames:

Any flowers or to do with like rose,petal or daisy(by mr puzzles)

Hana(friends)

Relshionships:

Mr Puzzles:

He is their older brother, he created them wanting a family or some sort of company. Hes very protective and doesn't like the idea of his sibling leaving him or the safety of home

Meggy:

The two are good friends as they met the frist time hanako snuck out of home(there might be some romance between them! As well as tari for fun!)

(They haven't met the others yet so chaos)

Why haven't they meet the other members?: The resion they have not met the others members of the smg crew is because of social anxiety,mr puzzle put things into their mind of the dangers of the world and others which terffies them

Abiltys:

They aren't as strong as their brother but learned a few abiltys alone tho downside is that they need to be careful near others as this power can manifest into something dangerous

Slover: is something they have in them, still getting use to their power and can be unpredictable if they use to much

Stretchy limbs: they can make parts of their body become longer then them tho do have to be careful is they use more then one limb as they can get tangled up

Likes: loves to bake, they may not be able to eat but do like making things,art mainly knitting or sewing,it's a hobby they got into and make things for their brother. They like j pop as it can be something peace yet chaotic

Dislikes: they dislike when they lost control of themselves, they don't like when mr puzzle is over protective and pushy for them to stay inside

Voice: their voice can change to emotion, so overwhelmed would be either male or female voice coming from them

When did they frist apper:before the puzzlesation episodes

Random facts!:

Hanako sees meggy as a sister so they tend to be very protective/clingy as she is the closest thing to being a sister they have

The original ideas where based off these but changed due to thinking:

Originally hanako would have the same va as pomni from tadc!

Anyways I hope you like my oc! Still working on them but I hope you like them!

[lordgrimwing]

On the Road to Eregion

Camnir gripped his satchel of coded maps the lore master gave him scarcely half a day ago. He could do this. He was doing this. He was going to lead a party of soldiers under the King’s herald across the old roads and to Eregion. Every elder he bumped into in the libraries impressed upon him the importance of speed and stealth and shared as much wisdom as he could fit in his head and notes. He could do this.

The lives of thousands of elves and the whole of Middle-earth hung in the balance. 

No pressure.

He was going to be sick.

Elrond set them at a brisk jog up the mountain and didn’t let them break to eat until the sun was far past her zenith. Everything was going fine so far, even if he nearly choked on his spit every time Commander Galadriel snapped a question his way. He was going to mess up terribly and lose precious hours getting them back on course—and she’d be judging him the whole way. 

He’d heard stories about the commander of the northern armies. 

The lump of dense bread and dried meat in his stomach churned threateningly.

 “Eat.”

Camnir looked up from where he was sitting on a fallen log.

Vorohil, the strawberry blond soldier, stood over him. “Eat,” he repeated, gesturing a sword-calloused hand at the food he’d abandoned. 

“I can’t,” he murmured and looked down.

With a sigh, Vorohil sat next to him on the decaying log, adjusting one of the swords that hung from his belt, so it didn’t whack the original occupant. He picked up the bread and pressed it into Camnir’s empty palm. “Eat,” he exhorted. “You won’t keep up this pace if you don’t feed your body. And you’re the one person we can’t leave behind.” He snorted at the end and his voice became less somber. He was being encouraging.

Embarrassed by his doubts, Camnir admitted, “I fear I’ll be sick if I try.”

Vorohil clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Then you will join the ranks of fine men and women who threw up on the eve of their first battle. A noble fellowship.”

What an easy thing for him to say.

Camnir knew Vorohil. Well, they hadn’t met before today and this was the first time they spoke, but he’d read about him in Lindon’s libraries. This whole venture probably felt no different than a walk along the shore to a warrior of the first age. He fought in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, survived the Fall of Gondolin and the Sinking of Beleriand. It was a small thing for him to be brave.

But Camnir hadn’t seen any of that. He’d been born in Mithlond in the second age, apprenticed to a dock master’s scribe and recently come to work for the king’s cartographers, and his highest aim was to become a scribe in the royal libraries—and if he was feeling very confident or maybe had more wine than was good for him, then maybe one day he might be a lore master himself. 

He’d never even seen an orc.

“Enough,” Elrond’s voice rose sharply from the other side of the small glade they stopped in. He didn’t look happy about whatever Commander Galadriel had been talking to him about. “Camnir,” he said, turning on his heel and striding over. “Are we still on the right path?”

Camnir swallowed and his mouth was suddenly very dry. Why hadn’t he drunk more water? “Yes,” he managed. “We can keep this course until we’re over this mountain.”

“Good. Let’s go!” He barked at everyone else.

Vorohil heaved a sigh and braced his hands on his knees as he stood. “Put that in a pocket,” he admonished. “You’re going to be hungry.”

///

As the sun sank below the tree line, Camnir was both nauseated and hungry. Which didn’t make much sense. Oh, and his feet were wet. 

The only blessing he could find was that this wasn’t his first time navigating by starlight.��

He jumped at every unexpected sound, half convinced that a slovering orc would lunge out from behind every other tree. It was foolish, but even knowing Rían, Daemor, and Vorohil had started ranging out further to ensure no enemies were near did not reassure him. He hadn’t been this scared since—well, ever. If he survived this, he was never going to leave the safety of Lindon again if he could help it. 

He jogged past a large pillar of stone half hewn from the mountain side. Long forgotten by now dead hands, the white stone still stood out in the night. He’d read several discourses on the pillar and the people who tried to claim it. They were mostly speculative and fascinating. 

“Wait,” Camnir called softly, slowing to a stop just beyond the landmark. 

The soft footfalls of his companions fell silent. Elrond looked at him, expectant.

“The stone marks a change in the path,” he explained in a hush, opening his satchel and fingering through the scrolls. “I need to check the maps.”

“Rest for a few minutes,” Galadriel said with authority. 

Camnir knew there was tension between them, but he was too busy fishing out scrolls to notice the sharp look Elrond threw at Galadriel.

“Yes,” he said. “A brief rest only. We must reach Eregion as quickly as possible.”

Squinting at a map, Camnir twisted around, trying to find a spot with more star light. The lines of the map were faint and obscured within a code. In theory, the design was such that if the maps fell into unfriendly hands, they would be unusable so the secret ways would remain safe. In practice, it made reading them by night extraordinarily challenging. 

“Here,” a voice said from just over his shoulder.

He dropped the map, swore in the same startled breath, and caught the parchment before it hit the ground. Spinning around, he found Vorohil holding out a hand. In his palm sat a smooth, flat gem, similar to a river stone. It emitted a soft glow, enough to gently illuminate the soldier’s features.

Heart pounding somewhere above his head, Camnir accepted the stone and held it trembling against the velum. 

After triple-checking with two other maps, he surrendered the stone. “This way.”

And they started off again.

///

They didn’t rest again until the sun climbed overhead, offering them safety under her light. 

Camnir undid the laces of his soft boots and pulled them off his feet. Mouth pulling down in distaste, he tugged off the wet socks. They were so encrusted that they perfectly held the shape of his feet when he finally got them off. 

He really, really wanted to throw them as far away as possible or burn them on a bone fire. He settled for shoving them down to the very bottom of his light rucksack. 

Fresh socks and sunlight improved his mood remarkably. 

They made it through the night unmolested and unlost. He felt like he could eat a whole harvest feast by himself this morning. Maybe he actually could get them to Eregion. Now, where did he put his food?

“Hey now, let’s not be revealing my embarrassment in mixed company,” Vorohil chuckled, drawing Camnir’s attention to the conversation going on next to him.

“Mixed company?” Rían repeated, brandishing her bow.

“Careful,” Daemor said, removing their hand from the pommel of one of Vorohil’s short swords and shoving him playfully. “She’s slain more orcs with that bow than I can count.”

Vorohil brushed loose strands of his golden hair out of his face. “That isn’t so hard, friend,” he countered. “I meant the scholar.” 

Camnir looked down. “I’m not a scholar, officially.”

Vorohil looked unbothered by the technicalities of academic titles. 

“Anyone who can recite the history of a crumbling aqueduct in the middle of the night is a scholar,” Rían judged.

So, he might have gotten a little passionate about the ruins of a Mannish hamlet they passed through. He’d just needed a distraction from everything going on, and when no one shushed him after the first few sentences he carried on until the broken aqueduct was far behind them.

“I have yet to publish—” he tried to explain, but the conversation had moved on, leaving him to fumble off balance in its wake.

He really was the odd one out. They were warriors forged in combat. He wasn’t much of anything yet. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t have felt so apart if he could talk with Elrond. The herald had studied under the scholars before finding a place at the king’s side. He’d thought that between the moments of panic, he might be able to speak with him about where his interests lay in the libraries. He would benefit from having an acquaintance in the court who saw him as more than someone who could fetch documents. But his hope was for not.

Every time they stopped or slowed, every time he tried to approach Elrond with anything other than course corrections, the way was blocked. Sometimes because Commander Galadriel had ensnared him in hushed, sharp conversations, sometimes because the tension between the pair was so thick he thought he would smother under it if he got near them. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

So, he sat on the edge of the soldiers’ quips and felt very far from home, indeed. 

Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out maps for distraction. With any luck, they’d be through the barrowdowns, Tyrn Gorthad, tonight and in sight of the road to Eregion by the next evening.

///

Camnir stood on the moss-covered mound where they placed Daemor’s sword in place of the body they couldn’t find. Rían and Vorohil stood with him, the three of them standing in silent vigil. Elrond and Commander Galadriel didn’t stay with them.

A few days running through the forest was not enough time to get to know someone. Cold grief still gripped at him. He didn’t need to know where Daemor was born or what family they claimed. He didn’t need to know the battles they fought in, the victories, the narrow escapes. He didn’t need to know more than that Daemor was a good person, loyal, and they gave their life for their people—and they died because of him.

He’d led the group into the barrowdowns. He hadn’t known or forgot what kind of dangers lurked there. Surely, that information had to be in the libraries somewhere. It couldn’t just be the evil power of Sauron as Galadriel suggested, could it? Either way, Daemor was dead.

He had little stomach for breakfast this morning. No one did.

Rían knelt with one knee on the ground, eyes on the partly buried sword standing upright before her. She crossed her arms as her lips trembled noiselessly. Was she entreating the Valar to greet their lost companion kindly in the Blessed Lands, Camnir wondered. She was a Sinda, like him. How could she have faith that a Vala would care?

Vorohil stood across from them, completing the triangle. He held a dry leaf between his hands, tracing it with his thumbs. He knew Daemor, there was enough talk during breaks to gather that much. They were friends, good friends, for a long time. He set his face in quiet contemplation as he looked upon the small monument. 

Mist drifted across the gorge. In the distance, crows called to each other. The sun hid behind a gray sky.

Vorohil looked up as the black birds winged about above them.

Camnir wished he could say something, but he had no words, and no right to offer comfort.

Eventually Rían stood. She opened her mouth. 

They heard the first deep note at the same time. Camnir felt it in the soles of his feet and in his teeth.

Drums.

In an instant, Vorohil had his swords in hand and Rían had her bow, an arrow notched and ready to draw. They turned toward the drumbeats.

“Go,” Vorohil mouthed to Camnir. 

Camnir turned on his heel and hurried toward Elrond and Galadriel.

[sillyzep]

really quickly um here’s a drone prototype tessa au sketch erm! i will explain more later but basically human au but there’s a drones and they kinda erm took over earth and humanity might’ve had to flee n stuff. so like tessa’s a prototype but like the drones get killed because of psychic’s! THATS RIGHT THERES PSYCHICS and the absolute slover is one of the rare few. and also like did a mind transfer with fun to take over her body as a psychic host thing lol! anyways! i did um a sketch of our favourite skinwalker slover in both canon and this au! also like i will sketch out what the dds look like cause they’re more like cyborgs in this au! and like the type of psychic powers in this universe very a bit but think of like. um. instead of it going organic like in canon it goes cybernetic with humans! yeah! so i HAVE to sleep now but thanks for reading murder drone fans

[annemissingshoe]

WTTMV Keeper!Poppy, Stitcher!Julie, Croupier!Howdy, And quick mention of Seamster!Barnaby. Theories post/most just talking . (non WTTMV mentioned Slover!Frank) Part 3

ahhhh, again most of this is just me talking even more so here and I said nothing too interesting in this one. I’m plan on keeping certain things together in the part which this is like this.

We won on the 31st, we got Courier’s blog that day!

The first mention of Coupier’s solo missions, information of what he does.

I was quite curious about him for a while.

more information about his about the solo missions and his current solo mission. His interaction with Archivist is quite interesting, I would love to see more between the two.

Conclusion Gay Butterfly/hj I mean have you seen how he looked at Archivist.

We got to see his wings and that they were damaged, we later learned what happened to them. Res ripped a part of it off during a fight they had, this was one of those times where Coupier tries to to make things interesting by added his own little spin to it. I’m curious about what led up to it.

A similar event but a different out come, it makes sense he would act that way considering what happened to him. Also interesting.

Probably the last time I’ll be talking about Solver.

This adds some a small amount of insight about how these two characters interact with each other, I do wish to see something to go more in depth about their interactions one day.

New information: so they spend a lot of time in there, also another mention of the ‘supplies’ that he gets for Stitcher .

Yeah I didn’t have much to say for this one at the moment. I’ll add on when we get more information about him

Part two Part four

[apex123-blog12342]

Well i mads some Alton Towers ocs and Phobies (No thanks to my Slow ass Sister btw) but are Inspired by Fpe Ocs i was gonna draw the Wicker man Oc But My sister is a Snail Artist so i made them the wickerbeast

Nemesimon the Former Head of Phanlanx Now a Mutant Dragon,Crab and Scorpion Hybrid that hates Phanlanx and Eats Humans!

13Raculous A Plant Zombie that Eats Vegans and Anything that enters it's home! So this is what happend when you Drop Two Miraculous and thier Doubles down in a pit with a Vileaf with the Reaper From the Witchs Castle and Some Chompers and Girl Eating plants for the Heads idk it looks A lot of bad

Oblivion Worthington and Voidxnity:Two Cybernetic zombies in charge of the Void In the X sector Oblivion Worthington is Voidxnity's Mech becuase she does not have extendo Leg she extendo arms but she's short..

Dr Strangeghost: the Ghost of Alton Manor the Invisible Monster thats kill anythibg that sets foot on alton manor with a werebeast form

Smilevox: a Tv head robot That Will Find Targets And Marmailse humans who are not smiling and he'a popular in the X sector

Octotant: a Mega Crab/Mega Turtle robot Created by the Octonauts to help with the sea life but due to animals getting hurt and His Anxity it winded them to the park at least the Children liked see life as him

The WickerBeasts:Wicker Barrel and The Wicker Huroko welcome chosen few the Wicker beasts are Worshipped by the Borene for hundreds years their family lived in these woods led by their spirits the Elders told a day that they whould rise to give them Freedom and eternal well being but to start the ritural they must present them with a gift and that gift....is you.... you and the Flames...it its time...they are here what an honer to see yourself burn in dragon fire by his Fire and burn in wicker incased in her soul and you see your in them.....the Time has Come for the Wickerbeasts to rise....together we shall feed the Flames! (the Wicker Barrel burns the Unchosen and the Wicker huroko Eats the Chosen to burn inside her)

G-Strust and G-Stroy: Two intergalatic Robots Created To Explore the Galaxy and help guest around the park in the forbidden valley

Hexlarie: a Dragon Monster in castle armor that Scares anyone who steps foot in the castles the Keeper of the Legend of the Towers but a fun jokester.

Cynball whizzer: A Sovler Drone with Gaming Technology infused with the Slover parts that can play any game PS5 Xbox Nitendo Switch Steam You Name it!

[kiwidragon]

hiiii. ive been thinking abt a MD x RW au. im calling it Murder scugs. for now have some ideas on how the solver would work in this AU

Solver is the origin of saints whole.... thing. the flying, the ascension, all of it. but in this au their a pure carnivore. fruits make them seize like how batflies do in the og campaign.

the ancients didn't ascend in this au. well. enough of them didnt ascend that they could repopulate. many of them still did acend. but hey, they have colonized planets now :3 too bad that didnt go too well for them in the end. now did it? they suffered the same fate that the ppl did in MD. too many died and they couldnt repopulate.... atleast not normally perse (i mean, they still have genetic modification. and its only gottn better, cloning could very well happen..)

The Solver is a virus caused by the anchients increasing ambitions to mix metal and meat into one being. its a very much supernatrual thing, why? because i like haveing funni magic powers in my scifi stuffs., :3

the solver can spread between both machine and creature. its only real goal is to spread. well... that was its goal at first. then it started getting, very, very ambitious

the solver is like a hivemind. all of the infected will follow the leader of the mind, aka whoever has the AbsoluteSolver, whoever has AS is the defacto leader. the AS will try and takes pushes to take over. but unless they have a weak mind like CYN did in this au. its fairly easy to fight back against.

the solver makes the hosts violent, agressive, and ultimately, mindless and one with the hivemind that is the slover

thankfully theres very few beings that are infected with the solver. and are still alive, theres uzi, the current host, nori, who isnt asmilated for obvious reasons, saint who is off doing their own things. immune due to their highly mutated version of the solver. they arent/cant be asmilated. and like, three others that are scattered around the shattered planets that ancients used to live on. just kinda ... waiting for their next comand

mind you, uzi doesnt know about any of this and is sure to be freaked out in the future

all this info takes place after ep 8. but most of the stuff ill be doing is like... ep 3-7 type stuff

im gonna try and make this the begining of the masterpost of my murder scugs AU.

also this is gonna be mid-to high ammounts of headcannons so this is a warning that if you dont like me being 100% true to the lore then dont follow this. but for thoes who do. i hope yall will enjoy, ig,,, idk, this is really just me throwing themed ideas at a wall and seeing what sticks. :P

[20th-century-railroading]

Southern Pacific 7303 by John Shine Via Flickr: With all of the different styles of engines that the Southern Pacific rostered, it was pretty unusual getting a solid set of one model type out on a freight train. So I felt pretty lucky to find a quartet of SD40R's that had just departed the W. Colton yard and were heading Westbound on the Palmdale Cutoff between Slover and Dike Sidings in February of 1988. #7303 leads the charge still painted in the SPSF merger scheme.

[hcneyflower]

You are busy in your office at home with reports and email responses. I am struck with boredom from the hours I have not spent with you in two weeks. You work, sleep, and work some more. So I devise a plan. A wicked plan. Dressing down, then tugging on the expensive garters and the matching lace set you had purchased and practically begged me to wear when I had told you I wasn't in the mood. Clipping the straps onto the stockings, I then spritz your favored perfume of mine over my breasts two times, high heels snug on my feet. I saunter down the hall, opening the door of your office and barely paying you any mind while I step in front of your bookshelf where we keep the more interesting reads, giving you a sideways view of my bare bottom with the slover of material between my cheeks, lace accentuating curves. From the corner of my eye, I caught your gawking stare — I could barely contain my smile but quick enough to turn my face in hiding. Reaching up, I made sure to bounce a little on my toes in my goal. A book titled "Under My Skin". With a light hum, I made my way to the lounge chair in the corner. Gaze flicking upwards, I notice the slight irritation in your expression and excitement in your pants. Biting my lip, I turn the page, pretending to read as my legs spread apart and then press together once more. Trap set. Point for me.

[admiral-anime]

Trying to make causal connections.

We've been told a lot in 7 episodes. So, before the last episode of the season destroys our sanity, we'd like to deal with the lore.

So YES! Spoilers below!

Anyway, let's start, uh. at the beginning.

What do we know about the time line?

A very distant future. Humans colonized other planets and remained capitalists. And the black jobs are done by drones. It's a nice place.

People wouldn't be human if they properly disposed of waste designs. So one of the unkilled laborers, CYN, has something called the Absolute Solver.

The silly girl was taken in by Tessa. Not just CYN, though. Tessa is basically hosting all future Disasemblyling Drones.

Apparently, CYN is living at Tessa's house and conducting experiments with Solver on the drones. Tessa can't do anything about it, because CYN is threatening her too.

Apparently, due to the threat of getting rid of drones (that's not certain) CYN is doing something big at Gala.

It's also where CYN is most likely to take over Tessa's body.

On Gala, CYN creates a singularity, and somewhere after that, sends DD in for the kill.

It's been an indefinitely long time.

People on planets other than Earth are trying to curb the power of Solver. And a research center is being set up on the planet Cooper-9. That's where Nori and Yeva are living.

They (as well as many other drones, are infected with Solver. Most likely on purpose.

As we see in Episode 7, people have found a way to get rid of Solver. Or at least reduce its side effects, like CYN or something.

Things don't go well, however, and the possessed Nori does blow up the planet.

Next, the drones become independent and that's where the series begins.

Here's a retelling of the show

DDs arrive on the planet to destroy all the drones. Uzi assembles the railgun. Later she meets N, V and J. Uzi gets Solver powers and N becomes kind or at least stops killing drones. Uzi, dealing with her past, encounters Doll, also of AS abilities. She then goes through Nori's Cabin Favor records. It's apparently part of a research base. Events occur there that cause the program N and V to self-lobotomize, from which Uzi rescues them and becomes their administrator.

A find from the CF leads Uzi and Doll to the laboratory. Teassa arrives there as well. (She is actually CYN). Tessa instructs that the drones from AS must be destroyed. In the lab, Uzi meets Alice, and learns more information about her past. After splitting up with V, they enter an acculturative research center.

Everyone splits up. N meets Nori. Tessa destroys the remains of the drones from the experiments. After that, Doll and Uzi start to fight. Tessa tries to kill Uzi, but N arrives in time to "kill" Tessa. Uzi becomes possessed. The problem is solved, although it is deprived of the developed AS patch. CYN reveals itself and everyone (except N) is sent to the abyss rather than to the earth.

The retelling is over.

I lowered some of the arches. I'm already tired of writing >_<.

There's a separate Thad and Lizzy arc in the series, but they haven't played any significant roles in the story yet, so that's for future posts.

Okay. Why am I describing a time line here?

Basically, to point out the gaps in my understanding of the story.

Are AS owners becoming CYN over time?

So. Why does Tessa being CYN kill drones?

How many years between Gala and the events of the show?

Why did CYN take over Tessa's body?

And the last question that's unanswered. Where did Slover come from?

I'll try to answer these questions as I understand it.

In general, the AS drones have been exhibiting CYN behavior. They were yellow and called N "big brother." So most likely all AS drones are subject to the will of the CYN.

CYN got a better body for herself (I don't know why she needs flesh on metal, I guess it's nicer that way) and wants to get rid of the rest of the dror with AS. Although the fact that CYN kills robots under its control is due to the fact that the local drones involved in the experiments are very stable and do not lose their personalities.

It probably hasn't been very long. The Coper-9 drones did not know the fate of the land. And the DD didn't arrive long ago, for cleanup.

Now, that's where I have no idea. It's likely that an accurate AS entity is more comfortable living in a symbiosis of flesh and steel.

There's no definitive answer. Solver has some strange traits. Basically, it allows you to manipulate space. To destroy and create matter. So he's quite paranormal. However, he also has signs of handiwork. First, the name Solver suggests that he has a purpose. It has to solve some kind of problem. Next, the text, when absorbed into matter, looks like a human-format warning. That's odd. And also the parts of the metal-ornament created by it have a technical color - white with a black-yellow line. Which is a color that's pleasant, generally speaking, in humans. So it is likely that Solver is a kind of extreme software product developed with the use of anomalous tools for unclear purposes.

Uh-huh. That was a long post!

I liked Episode 7 a lot. It revealed a lot of plot details, so I decided to do a retrospective review. I wonder what Episode 8 will bring us!

To all who have read this talmouth of text - my thanks and good luck wishes!

[terrifyingly-overthought]

CYN THUNKS !! CYN THUNKS !!!

Hello Connor

Cyn is such a little goober, these hcs aren't featuring as much in my up-and-coming murder drones au fic, but still Cyn (the original drone) deserved so much better

Cyn and the absolute solver are separate entities in the same way that Uzi and the slover are different

Cyn has been helplessly watching everything that she's done, only half aware of the things around her

That being said, she does have some control over the intelligence of the solver (e.g. liking N)

Before the slover, Cyn was actually quite coordinated, even being a skilled dancer

Pre-solver Cyn was a teenage daughter unit like Uzi and she had blue eyes

Cyn is just embarrassed at the way the solver cannot control her body and how it's corrupted her physical being

Cyn is a cat person but still likes dogs too

Cyn is much younger than N in terms of programmed age (13-15 range (I hc N, V, J and Uzi to all be about 18-19))

Cyn liked to make flower bouquets before being scrapped

She will come back if the solver is destroyed (with something similar to the patch (more of a hope for ep 8) (and also part of the fic))

But not the same, basically as a brand new drone

It was Cyn's idea for the dds to have the nanite acid antidote be their saliva (she was going more for cute dog licking itself) and not the solver's

The solver could have pretended to be Tessa without her skin, it mostly did it for the creepy vibes

So yeah, that's Cyn. If anyone has seen N and Cyn and is enjoying these, please request another character and I'll tell you my thoughts on them.

[sqiggle]

au idea

so during the massacre tessa and a few of them didn't die due since they were able to get of the planet and they were able to get to a new planet and it was juts the closest exo planet, so they made a small city with all the people they got off the planet and now tessa had a new murder drone and another little slover drone and her job it to fix drones and she was given the solver drone to attempt to fix, idk my little rant

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Grayson Slover

Published: Feb 5, 2024

“This is a revolution to get in…Revolutions have been centered on destroying something. Whereas in this revolution the quest is for the Negro to get into the stream of American life.” 

When Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. made the above observation in 1965, the Civil Rights Movement had just achieved two monumental victories in the “revolution to get in”: The Civil Rights Act of 1964, and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. It had also, however, been forced to reckon with events that suggested these legislative victories might not be enough. The day after the Voting Rights Act was signed into law, the Los Angeles neighborhood of Watts was decimated by riots sparked after a young black man, in the course of resisting arrest for drunk driving, was struck in the face with a police baton and the confrontation with onlookers escalated. Over the following four summers, similar racially-charged riots broke out in virtually every major northern city across the United States. 

Meanwhile, Dr. King and the other leaders of the Civil Rights Movement were confronted with their first organized challenge for leadership of the movement against racism in America. In 1966, the truly revolutionary (and often violent) Black Power movement burst onto the scene, insisting that the goal of a harmonious and equal relationship between the races in America was a farce. According to them, what the Civil Rights Movement upheld as achievements were in fact trivial and superficial changes that served to maintain an indelibly white supremacist American government. 

Despite all of this, the majority of black Americans remained convinced that MLK’s message was the right one. A 1968 study of fifteen northern cities showed that 72 percent of black northerners approved of Martin Luther King and just 5 percent disapproved of him. In the same study, the most well-known leader in the Black Power movement, Stokely Carmichael, received only a 14 percent approval rating and a 35 percent disapproval rating; more than a quarter of respondents had never heard of him. Similarly, a 1966 survey of black Americans found that a mere five percent approved of “Black Nationalism,” while 63 percent disapproved. 

One might assume that the discourse around racial justice in America today, six decades later, would more closely resemble the philosophy of MLK than of Stokely Carmichael. If most black Americans were still supportive of Dr. King’s hopeful message of racial integration even during the tumultuous late 1960s, then surely they—and indeed most Americans of all races—would continue to support Dr. King’s dream today. Unfortunately, that is not the case, as author Coleman Hughes explains in his incisive new book The End of Race Politics: Arguments for a Colorblind America. In fact, in many parts of American society, the socially acceptable opinions on race today are strikingly similar to those of the Black Power movement that Dr. King fought so hard to oppose. 

The simplest way to describe Hughes’ book is an unfortunately necessary defense of the philosophy and legacy of the Civil Rights movement, and Dr. King in particular. As Hughes points out, today’s self-described “anti-racists”—whom he calls “neoracists”—attempt to trade on the legacy of Dr. King while spurning his philosophy. They will misleadingly claim, without evidence, that Dr. King was a radical, and that his legacy has been, in Hughes’s words, “sanitized, co-opted, and weaponized by conservatives and moderates.” They try to decouple Dr. King’s ideas—which they dismiss outright as mischaracterizations by (white) conservatives and moderates—from Dr. King the historical figure, whose legacy is rightly untouchable in America today. 

Take for example the concept of racial “colorblindness.” Today, we are hearing the term “colorblind” in the context of race to describe what critics deem the outdated and naive attitude that well-meaning but ignorant white people have toward people of different races—or worse, a smokescreen that racists use to mask their goal of maintaining white supremacy. In his book Racism without Racists: Color-blind Racism and the Persistence of Racial Inequality in America, law professor and critical race theorist Eduardo Bonilla-Silva defines “color-blind racism” as “a new racial ideology” that “explains [and justifies] contemporary racial inequality as the outcome of nonracial dynamics…the product of market dynamics, naturally occurring phenomena, and blacks’ imputed cultural limitations.” 

The neoracists, like the Black Power activists decades ago—and, Hughes observes, like old-school white supremacists—believe that “race matters in a deep and enduring way.” They argue that the antidote to colorblind racism is “race-consciousness,” which they promote in every facet of life: from school admissions, to hiring practices, down to everyday interpersonal relationships. Failing to focus on race at all times and in every context, they claim, is to fail to recognize the racism that is ubiquitous in American society and baked into the foundation of all our institutions. 

Yet Hughes reminds us that the colorblind approach to race that has become so controversial today is in truth what the heroes of the Civil Rights movement risked their lives fighting for. It is precisely what Dr. King promoted in his legendary “I Have a Dream” speech. Colorblindness, Hughes states simply, “is the philosophy that we should treat people—both in our private lives and in our public policy—without regard to race.” The colorblind approach is different from “not seeing color,” which Hughes correctly explains is a caricature that critics use to dismiss the idea as superficial and obtuse. Far from ignoring racism where it exists, Hughes aptly notes that the very concept of racism—defined as prejudice based on skin color—is meaningless unless it is measured against a standard of “race neutrality” or colorblindness. 

The “real problem of racism in America,” Hughes tells us, is that “our society keeps failing to enshrine colorblindness as its guiding ethos.” Starting from the founding of this nation, through the inadequacies of Reconstruction, but also to the systematic restructuring of public policy to take undue account of the race, color, and national origin of individuals that ensued after the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964—which expressly prohibited the drawing of such distinctions between individuals—all the way to today, our leaders have consistently chosen to turn away from the ideal of treating individuals as individuals rather than members of racial or ethnic groups. To finally solve this problem, Hughes proposes that we “embrace our common humanity and the colorblind philosophy that follows from it. We need to embody that philosophy in race neutral public policies. And we need to strive to ensure that our personal relationships don’t get infected with toxic race thinking of any sort.” 

The most illustrative difference between the neoracists and what could be called the “real antiracists” (the advocates of colorblindness) is the type of society they wish to create. We can leave aside for now good-faith disagreements on how big of a problem racism still is in America, or on how close we are to reaching that ideal society. What truly separates the two camps is what each thinks the ideal society should be. For the colorblindness advocates, we wish to live in a society where racial differences have ceased to carry any social or political meaning; a society in which racial differences are treated the same way as we treat differences in hair color today, to borrow a line from Sam Harris. The neoracists, on the other hand, believe that it is either impossible or undesirable for a society to transcend racial differences. According to them, race will always be a central and determinative feature of any society and in the lives of individuals within that society. 

When the two philosophies are compared in this way, I believe that the vast majority of Americans still instinctively align with the optimistic goals of colorblindness. Like Dr. King and the other liberal Civil Rights leaders, they are eager allies in the “revolution to get in,” to extend the promise of America to all of the people who have historically been excluded from it. The hopeless worldview of the neoracists and traditional racial supremacists alike is bound to fail if people are able to understand and recognize the ideas that comprise it. To bring about the ideal colorblind society will be a challenge, but it’s a challenge worth the effort, and The End of Race Politics provides a compelling blueprint for taking it on.