#May or may not have something to do with robot wolves

[sara-the-wizard]

Did someone ask for Donnie angst? (rottmnt)

Oh, and maybe some brains & brawn duo art as well! 😁💔

[osakanone]

Hi, I'm Osaka

I'm a hobbyist designer, and I research esoteric concepts on the periphery of mecha to find new views nobody else is writing about. I also am obsesed with trying to push the genre forwards.

I also took up programming to build a game faster than ACFA, more airborne than Ace Combat, and more "art of the blade" than Zone of the Enders 2 by studying mecha games through the lens of published declassified military grade airwar and psywar human factors engineering and psychology concepts.

I want to make this game about mechposting and the trans experience, but I need your help: not money, but to speak with you about mecha.

The writing is simultaniously equal parts thesis to microfic a lot of the time, so your milage may vary.

Scroll through the mess below and find what suits you best.

Please.

Mecha Theory Writing

A comprehensive explanation of the evolutionary path from conventional ground and air vehicles, including a comprehensive outline of a functioning control-design based on the inceptor/software model seen in unmanned drones and 5th gen aircraft, complete with explanations.

The evolution of the walking thing called “mecha"  (original)

Chapter 0: Establishing terminology & Concepts Part 1: Defining "the mechaness" of something: the 8 principles of mecha Part 2: Feisability: Mecha aren't realistic, but not for the reason you think

Chapter 1: How does "mecha" come into existence/why would you want one? Part 1: An evolution from ground vehicles of today Part 2: Skating, to walking, to running, to flight Part 3: “Why transform in the vacuum of space?”

Chapter 2: Cockpit & Software Design Control Theory Part 4: On Mecha Control Theory: Considerations Part 4a: On Mecha Control Theory II: OKAWARA Part 4b: On Mecha Control Theory III: TOMINO  Part 4c: On Mecha Control Theory III: NAGANO

The World of Armored Core

An exploration of the world of Armored Core, using research into real phenomenon and engineering systems to infer how the world may itself function

Kojima particle physics (part 1): What are they? Kojima particle physics (part 2): The Human Consequences NEXT cockpit design (part 1): AMS and Lynx NEXT Cockpit Design (Part 2): G-force Tolerance Technocrat is SpaceX, and the legacy of Musk’s father (lmao) I am a 4th gen douchebag, and I love it (love-letter to ACFA) 4th gen shitpost: white gopnik

How To Domesticate Your Pilot

A husbandry guide for handlers, consisting of opinions and thoughts from various trainers and operators, as well as pilots. Includes practices, procedures, articles, stories and snippets.

I'm currently testing the waters with snippets and will likely be posting it out of order. I am extremely hungry for any and all possible feedback

If anybody knows the original source of the image of the eyes (which I first saw in a youtube ad) I'd love to know. I very much would like to commission them.

Inspired by mechposting

Chapter 3: Do not Abuse Your Wolves (Psychological patterning) Part 1: Action patterning (Initial Phases) Part 2: Action Patterning (Risks) Part 3: Once upon a mechanism

On mecha design: My personal thoughts on the assemblies of shape, form in the context of motion, action and function 1. Does anybody else have physical characteristics they find the most appealing? 2. Thoughts on self-altering dynamic form, and proportion designs 3. Shoji Kawamori and Armored Core: designers hallucinate, but do they hallucinate too? 4. Why is Gundam Gquuuuux called Gundam Gquuuuux?

Mechsploitation thoughts

#Mechposting

My personal thoughts on piloting culture, and mechanical design

1. The eroticism of the machine: Megastructures 2. Beyond pilebunker: The Grind-blade and the legacy of Overweapons 3. FLAT/Touchscreens are an act of hate: I will teach you love 4. You do not need to pick between a big hammer or daggers if you are a robot 5. O'Socks combat mix (tw: substance abuse) 6. Team dynamics, addiction, conflicts of interest and marketing 7. Commuication is hard, and mecha feet are cool 8. Morrigan Aensland is mecha and you cannot change my mind 9. re: Last Exile is not dieselpunk; its post-steampunk deleuzian dreams 10. Mecha PMC promotion is back, in pog form 11. Bodies, corporeal schema, and the body language of pilots 12. The blessing of the hounds; main system engaging combat mode 13. Exotic doctrine: Grappling & Booster-fu // torsion, aspect and control 14. Osaka, why do you always want to talk about ACFA? 15. You walk, so they can run

# Miscposting: Immacullate vibe-topia Pilot, for you: Love. Love. The sound of the ideal cockpit Left Hand/Right hand [gone]-- Mechposting vibes soundwall 🇸​​🇮​​🇨​​🇰​​🇧​​🇪​​🇦​​🇹​​🇸​ ​🇹​​🇴​ ​🇸​​🇪​​🇪​​🇰​ ​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​ ​🇩​​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​​🇷​​🇴​​🇾​ ​🇹​​🇴​: A #mechposting playlist [ongoing] Cicatrix: A writing playlist Sounds for violence: Mecha games vs FPS games

# Pilotcore: Dress & attire 1. Attire concept (includes #mechposting patch list) 2. Crew attire for things other than piloting a giant robot 3. Singleton over-jacket 4. Radios, straps and whips 5. Wearable keyboard for pilots 6. What color should a flight-suit be? (#AskOsaka from @siveine)

The Learning Tree

Reading this will help you grow as a person, or ask questions

"I experience depression as a failure of resource allocation systems" Adult social skills 101, because the world broke our ability to understand eachother Mental health: Things I wish I knew in my teens, my 20's or even my early 30's ​Sex-positivity, associations, critical thinking & deradicalization Crossing the hrt libido event horizon without libido heat-death by making biscuits Fool!: Your nostalgia isn't real: Your past has been stolen from you! Why Linux diehards are morons, and so is everybody else too On the ecology of slurs and the evolution of language Individualism can mean many things. The three fetishes of the human condition The real meaning of "you will not be an anime girl, you'll be your mom"

Nothing, but content for contented malcontents

Insightful, but stupid.

The collapse of the anime ecology's biodiversity Cycles of Nostalgia: Nobody is going to be nostalgic for Corporate Memphis Europe doesn't teach the Odyssey: Americentricism's fetishism is already its downfall Feeling used: The eternal disappointment of the Sawano Drop Lame? Bitch please: Clubbing deserves to go extinct every pmdd transmasc is that badass hot painting of satan crying The reviewer made a major error The Maid's Paradox Bread real

The horrors

Robo ComBAT: Cactus Jaque (original)

The Fear

Concerning plunges into the ne plus ultra culture of tomorrow

Humbert complex: When people prefer what they imagine to what's really there White Diamond, fascism, projection, ego, how Steven Universe botched its end. Sandwich names: the internet sucks now and smartphones are to blame! Gatekeeping is weird and knowledge-checks are arbitrary nonsense "The internet feels gross now", a trajectory of human events Providing feedback is also a skill and not everybody has it. AI isn't evil but it does embolden the worst people economics is just twitter brain for worth Do you?

My actual projects:

Art (I'm kind of private about my output and don't post often, sorry)

Pixelart: A very silly computer design that makes me smile idk

Games:

Project Force: 6dof aerodynamic high speed robot action [ongoing] Inspired by Armored Core For Answer, Freespace 2, Zone of the Enders 2 & Ace Combat 3, this game aims to merge their elements into a high speed mech sim.

e: yeesh this pinned post is getting kinda huge, I should break it into sub-pages or something so nobody can ever see any of it lol

[witchofthesouls]

Mikaela gets to be a dragon! yess she deserves it! Sam "Boy Maguffin Chosen One" Witkey discovers himself be a tanish/goldish Doge Neon.

You're right I wasn't thinking big enough. Sphinxes, Narwhals, tugboats. Propeller Sea planes, submarines, a California condor or albatros, Gryphon, a combine harvester, somebody and their family become a pack of Cybertronian wolves. Some MFer becomes a unicorn. An octopuss. There will be some conventional vehicles but what's a salt truck to a seeker, amirte?

Ratchet’s worried about what is gonna show up next. Earth only animal? Mythological Criter? Vehicle? Land, sea or air based alt mode? No one knows.

Worse Decepticons do long term deep cover too. So more than just Autobot adjacent humans are vulnerable and showing up. Worst inteoduction to Robot fight club is discovering you are now 1, a robot, and 2 part of the fight club by default. On the flip side worst way to have your cover blown is when your cover becomes a pack of mechanical wolves and you have to eject them in the middle of rush hour because frag that.

Agent asshelm can be a Ford Pinto tho. He don't deserve anything cool.

I don't know if Sam would be cyberformed, or at least not at first.

One day I'll sit down and properly tag the specific AUs, but in the verse where Mikaela became a Dragon blessed by TFP visitor Unfathomable!June who once was Megatronus Prime, I would like the explore a reverse of the dynamic where she is the one that needs to deal with the worldview shattering ventures. Among other things. Bayverse is doing the "Earth is Unicron" subplot, and I'm running away with it!

But in this case, Sam had an out. He was able to return to normalcy with additional comforts as a human that the Autobots are very attached to. Mikaela doesn't.

Now, Mikaela not only has to figure out what does it mean to be claimed by a titanic deity on Earth and Cybertron, but navigate the secrets of the Foundation and the rising tensions Elsewhere as many turned their gazes to the Autobots' presence due to a new Dragon after many ages gone. With the additional aspects that TFP!Megatronus and Bayverse!Fallen may have played different roles or something went wrong in the later verse, Mikaela may be meant to be an act of atonement from Megatronus. Unlike him, who's chained, she's able to move freely with his authority.

Mikaela can not go home anymore. Yes, she may have access to her Earth home, but normalcy is now beyond her.

A Dragon!Mikaela and a Sam that's housed the Allspark would need to figure out themselves as individuals and as a couple.

So, going back to it, there should be way more mythical and fantastical transformations, especially with the wild stuff going on across cultures. Like we can have actual merformers here and magical girl sequences.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Well now I'm sending an ask for Primo :V

WOOOOO i think primo will be the last one i do of these for now.... im running outta juice 🥴 but for peemo.... i will go to the ends of the earth ⚔

Why I like them/why I don’t: HE'S...MY... COMFORT CHARACTER!! *TELEKINESIS THROWING EVERYTHING AROUND THE ROOM* primo is just... really the kind of character that makes me insane thinking about him. what if you were a robotic clone of an old man's young adult trauma and you were also an archangel from the future but God didn't really like you very much and you also constantly beef with your coworkers, one of which is a child, and theyre both also you. what if you wanted to fulfill your purpose and die so so so bad. what if you had a KICKASS SWORD. WHAT IF YOU WERE A KNIGHT BUT ALSO A MOTORCYCLE. WHAT IF YOU SOUNDED LIKE SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS BONKERS. IT'S GREAT. HE'S RIDICULOUS.

What I like about their appearance: like. it's a very cool design. and it also sucks ass. his hair is so fucking stupid. his heeled boots have turned so many people's brains into complete mush. slash neg. he is literally italian flag colored. i love his freaky robot ass. i think my favorite feature of his is the aforementioned awful haircut and also his edgy red eyes. <3 computer bring up the image again

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?: im more 'can go either way' with lesterlucciano and jakobjose but Primo is Primo Forever to me. placido is Fine but i do think for once the dub gave the character an even more fitting name. though god knows at this point i barely call him by his name and instead a bunch of goofy nicknames like he's my pet. peemo. peem. pipi.

OTP: well my silly goose ass fucked around and got attached to a nicheship (yuseiprimo) (highsidershipping) (you know it's dire when You Named the Ship.) so here i am. i just like them a lot. accidentally got a crush on my maddening human rival and now i must swing a sword around about it. theres so much AU slow burn in my brain about them

NOTP: if you ship him with lester im coming out of your closest to attack you like we're in goddamn monsters inc.

OT3: yusei/primo/antinomy goes pretty hard, i can appreciate it. yusei and two guys who cant stand each other but have found themselves potentially unwaveringly loyal to him. it's a bit of the yuma/shark/vector type deal.

Favourite card they use: OF COURSE IT'S EMPEROR WISEL but especially after it absorbs Stardust DRagon and has the freak ghost dragon sword arm thing going on.... it's so cool that they made a Wisel card that's inspired by that i love when the card game does that.

Favourite moment they were in: A.) when he got cut in half. because holy shit. but more importantly B.) when he's gloating about his stupid robot army in that warehouse and Jakob calls him to yell at him about going against the plan and Primo is just looking away from Jakob's monitor like a dog that just got busted digging through the trash. this may be one of the funniest ygo screencaps im not kidding

Least favourite moment: all of that STUPID SHIT with team catastrophe and the stupid hook card that makes you crash your bike and all the scheming he did that ended up deleting akiza's powers. MISOGYNY. AND ALSO JUST KIND OF DUMB.

Something I associate with them: so much. cinderblocks. insane angel imagery. grey pitbull. wolves. wild boar. ceruledge. iron valiant. Cry For Judas. this genre of post.

[ozzyeelz]

Info under the cut!!

What I can do:

Character / oc art

Fandom art

Horror

Furry / anthro

Armor

Robots

Creature design / animals

Suggestive content

NOTE! Providing me with references to poses, clothing, equipment and even color pallets helps me A LOT when it comes to drawing something specific, so don’t be shy to send me as many references as you want!!

What I DONT do:

Graphic NSFW (I am unfortunately a minor)

Mecha / complicated machinery

Depictions of potentially triggering subjects (I will let you know if I am uncomfortable with a comm)

NOTE! I am allowed to turn down any commission for whatever reason. If any boundaries are not respected (aka being rude or not understanding) I will kindly block you and move on.

Payment methods:

I use PayPal and Venmo as my main payment methods!

I accept payment in u.s.d. (U.S. Dollars)

If there is an alternative payment method you’d like to use, let me know! But be warned: if it seems sketchy, I will insist that you use the two previous options.

My PayPal and Venmo @ are (both) @ozianthus

Anyways-

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STANDARD CHARACTER ART:

+5 basic/small weapons (daggers, handguns, brass knuckles, etc.) and small animal companions (cats, mice, small dogs, etc.)

+10 complex/large weapons (swords, rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) and large animal companions (wolves/big dogs, tigers, horses, etc.)

CHARACTER REF SHEETS

(on average) 65 (usd), though price may go up based on the intricacies of the sheet

SKETCH SHEETS

(on average) 45 (usd) though price may go up based on the intricacies of the sheet

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PROFILE ART:

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Ok that’s it, if you have any questions, feel free to ask in post or through DMs! Whatever’s comfortable!!

[eurydiceshadowsong]

Eurydice ShadowSong oc introduction

I forgot to make an introduction for my wizard Eurydice lol

I made 3 different character pages before coming to one I liked lol (even though Golem Minion is Myth only, and it's the favorite spell of a Fire wizard??? Eh whatever) Now here is a long lore piece. It's technically capable of being two separate posts, but I preferred them being together because I am lazy (and personally found the third person one to be boring by itself) Can't wait to wake up tomorrow and notice something about the story I want changed, even though I triple checked it to make sure I liked it lol ______________________________________________________________

Deep within the crystalline halls of Nidavellier, under chilly Grizzleheim, roamed Rune-Master Konur the Young. Before he bested Hragar in a battle of wisdom and took his name, he spent hours carving runes into one of the many halls of the labyrinthe Winterdeep Warren. The runes dictate the instructions to install life into things that seldom have it. However, it is unlike Myth's imaginary input, or Storm's creative mechanations. Yet, with the nasty and powerful Grendel Jotun taking command of the Hall of Valor, and his brothers Ullik and Grettir moving into its adjacent Helgrind and Winterdeep Warrens, Konur's runic message (and how the spell worked) was left unread for centuries to come.

One day, an old wizard, wise beyond his years, by the name Merle Ambrose, visited Grizzleheim. He came to Grizzleheim in an effort to understand the lore of runes. Even though Konur was long gone, the knowledge of runes remained well-used in Grizzleheim, as the Bears, Wolves, and Ravens use them consistently. One of many Mystic Ravens, Kol ShadowSong, offered to teach Merle. With soft words and days of patience, the lore of the Runes was passed along.

With plenty of warnings prior, Merle ventured into the Winterdeep Warren in search of Konur's runes. Having made him temporary invisible to avoid the grendels, he found the the runic message about installing life, still eligible on the crystal walls, and studied it. Though his time was cut short as he did not want to alert the grendels. Long ago the first mother of Grendels had asked all things to swear an oath to not hurt her children, and all but the Spider Queen refused. Now, the only thing that can harm a Grendel is a spider. Merle fled from Nidavellier back to the surface, to continue his lore-research, and even begin speaking of trade with the bears of Grizzleheim. After his trip to Grizzleheim, he returned to Wizard City. He enchanted one of the many Wood Golems in Golem Court with these runes, and the runes gave it life-like features. Merle named him Patrick, and that was how he lived for many years. ______________________________________________________________

. . . I've been resting and studying in Wizard City. It's really cold outside there recently. I wonder if my nose will freeze off like Kelvin's, but I am currently residing in Krokotopia to talk to Niles. The temperature here is scorching and I think I may burn. I hear it is hotter in some places of Mirage, I pray to Lady Nightstar I do not go there soon. Perhaps being a fire wizard will protect me from being set on fire, or the runes on my body will prevent me from being set on fire. Headmaster Ambrose has notified me of my origins as a Wood Golem, which I wonder about a lot. Is the runic transformation the reason for my weird eyes? And why am I so sensitive to noises and things that touch my 'skin' if I am a robot (as the Marleyboneans call me)? I do not look like a golem, but I am not exactly human either, I wonder if I am the only one of my kind around. On a slightly different topic, I've yet to adjust to my new body fully, even though the Magic Mirror made the feminization of my body as seamless as could be. I've taken the name Eurydice, from the Greek Story, as well. Niles is very supportive. That makes me happy.

I have done a horrible job trying to segway out of my rambling thoughts back to the topic I wanted to write about. I was wondering how much one's school truly matters. Is it predetermined, or something people can choose by their own will? Are more childish and deceiving students likely to be Fire or Myth, while the mature and patient are Ice? I hear many negative things about Death wizards, but they don't seem all that bad to me. Even Mortis the Death tree is quiet nice and not as annoyingly vague as I would expect. Fire wizards are noted to be quick to anger and easily passionate, but I wonder if they are childish and deceiving as well. With spells like Fire Cat and the playful Fire Elves, and the trickster Helephant and Efreets. Does Myth (which comes from Fire and Ice) take from the deceptive nature of Fire? Much like it may take from the patient nature of Ice? Or do Fire wizards have no such nature, as they are an elemental school? I've been talking with Niles about this for a while now, but I have yet to reach a definite conclusion. It seems one's chosen school is very complex.

I wonder if me being a Pyromancer means anything about my personality, or if I just like it because it had my favorite color and theme. The Book of Secrets assigned it to me, but were those questions really enough to know for sure? 11/12/2023 -Eurydice ShadowSong

(I rewrote the backstory like 3 times before finally doing it in a way I actually liked. Btw Konur is actually a character in Wizard101 lore, but he gets mentioned in one of the Grizzleheim lore books and literally nowhere else from what I've seen. And despite her being a golem, I Hocused Pocused her at the Magic Mirror so she is literally trans lol. I just have attempted to write that as something that is well accepted and not out of place in the Spiral.)

(And Fun fact: Her red/blue clothing is not because of her name lol. I chose the colors when I first made her since I thought they are my favorites [and men couldn't wear pink]. It was just a hella coincidence that a boss I have personal history with in my favorite world just so happened to have my color scheme and a last name I could also choose to have.)

Here's another image I don't have the Blue Moon staff I am working on making a green colored pet (preferably a Crop Watcher) to help make the Hunter's Moon Staff fit in I'm rgb now

[purplefnafpasta]

Introduction

Aka, I finally realized that i didn't make an intro yet, so I'll make one now. (Below the cut because I dunno how long this will get)

Gonna put the DNI above the cut though:

Anyone under 16 DNI thanks.

(Also, here is my ToS with an extrended DNI, as well as any other thing you may possibly need to know about usage of my art, designs or fanart, etc)

A little about me:

Hello! My name is Sam. However, I also commonly go by Wolf or Purple online. I am 19 years old, and I am a hobby artist. I don't really do art with the thought in mind to get big and popular with it. I would rather just make art for myself and then post it online for anyone who is willing to look at it.

I am mostly active on Toyhou.se or Discord. However, if you don't have either of those, then I am most likely to be reached on Tumblr. Here are my other socials, though, for anyone interested.

Username origin:

I came up with my username at around 2020.

Purple = one of my fave colors (i have 3 fave colors, purple, brown, and black. However, purple was the one that sounded the best when trying to pronounce my whole username)

FNaF = fave game at the time (still fave franchise, though I prefer Hollow Knight as of right now)

Pasta = my favorite dish at the time (by now, it's ramen)

Nickname Origins:

Sam = is my name, not a nickname lmao

Purple = because people commonly use that for a short version of my user (who tf would wanna say/write my whole username, anytime I am mentioned in a convo, lmao)

Wolf = I can't actually 100% remember for sure where that nickname comes from. I just know that at some point, I always got called Wolf (mostly on Discord), so I just ran with it, i suppose. If my memory does not fail me, i believe it was some online friends on discord some years ago who called me Wolf because i pretty much only drew wolves back then.

What kind of art I'll post:

I am by heart an OC artist, meaning I draw and post mostly my own OCs, or art I made of someone else's OC(s). I rarely ever draw fanart, but who knows, maybe ya'll will catch me do some fanart (on rare occasions).

I usually draw animals (anthro and feral). However, recently, i have been attempting to draw more human/oids to better my art skilly for those as well.

I may also draw my spin on what the Warrior Cats look like. Because why not, I love the book series. (meaning i won't stick to drawing realistic cats, since i just design em what i vibe with, but i'd explain that in detail in my first warrior cats design that i'd post)

I may attempt drawing some more complex/detailed chars (like robots or smth). However, i also aren't too great with that, so please bear with me and my (slow) learning progress. (Yes, I am a slow learner)

What can you DM/PM me for?:

Commissions (if they are open, however I prefer taking that to discord after the initial DM where you ask to commission me!)

Trades (if they are open)

Asking for toyhou.se invite codes (if i still have some left, which I do currently btw. please use the codes i send you within 48 hours, or i'll give it to the next person who asks, i don't wanna have to wait months for someone to just make an account- i can see when a code is used and when not btw!)

Asking me about my art or my ocs (be aware that I easily drift off and start to rant though, lmao)

What should you not DM/PM me for?:

Touhou.se coding issues. I give away invite codes. I have absolutely 0 clue how to code, so I can't help with that, you can check in Toyhou.se forums for help though, I am sure there are quite a few who are willing to help you!

Asking me to message someone who had blocked you for you. (I am sure the person who had blocked you had their reason, and I do not feel comfortable acting as an extension for you to message someone who blocked you.)

Venting/ ranting about something. Just do not, please. The only exception is, if I know you already.

Can I send you an ask?

Yeah, go for it. I just can't promise when I'll see it.

How can we find your art easier between all of the reblogs you make?

I will try to implement the "PurpleFNaFpasta's art" tag to all of my art pieces, so if you wanna find my art between the reblogs, you should be able to find them with that (hopefully).

[Edit from March 18th 2024]: i have also implemented a new tag as well, if you are looking for random funfacts about my oc's, this tag is where you will find them: "Purple's Random OC Funfacts" [Edit from September 16th 2024]: Changed my age from 18 to 19 in my intro lol. Birthday moment xd

[vexwerewolf]

It's very complicated as to whether any NHP is an AI, especially unshackled ones.

Lancer uses NHPs pretty much exactly how almost every other sci-fi setting uses AI. For that matter, sci-fi in general uses "Artificial Intelligence" as synonymous with "Machine Sentience" when technically, any intelligent being created by humans through a non-natural process is AI.

Freefall has Florence Ambrose. She's a Bowman's Wolf, a species of red wolves with a specific neurogenetic template applied. Despite being 100% biological, she is - legally speaking - an AI.

JC Denton from Deus Ex is a clone of his brother Paul. Technically speaking, he's an artificial intelligence.

We generally understand "artificial intelligence" to mean something like Cortana from Halo, Claptrap from Borderlands or, indeed, BT-7274 from Titanfall: an intelligent machine. It may or may not have a "body" capable of interacting with the physical world, but it's a computer of some description that thinks for itself.

So what are NHPs?

Well...

... it's complicated.

NHP stands for "Non-Human Person," which is actually an even broader and fraught term than "Artificial Intelligence," and is again used to refer to a very specific type of being despite it notionally describing literally all sentient non-human life - indeed, it's pointed out in both the core rulebook and No Room For A Wallflower that the Egregorians, as non-human sentients, are technically NHPs.

But "NHP" specifically refers to Deimos Entities or Deimosians, which are... something. They first manifested as errant behaviours in subalterns (robots) that suggested self-awareness, but they weren't "awakened" machine code - they were a form of non-corporeal, higher-dimensional entity that could only manifest through human technology.

A popular description of NHPs on PilotNET is "you trapped a hurricane in a jar, painted a smiley face on the glass, and talk to the smiley face. It's still a hurricane." NHPs usually manifest as holograms or subaltern frames, but that's not the NHP. That's the interface. The NHP itself is an entity contained inside the folded space of a casket, the Lancer equivalent to an "AI core."

Most notably, the containment device also restricts them to a human perspective - they are locked into a human understanding of temporal progression and spatial relationships, and to behavior that aligns with human wants and needs. When NHPs "cascade," breaking containment, they don't lose their intelligence or sentience - they begin to lose their human perspective. They start to act in ways that are incomprehensible or dangerous to humans, but they are still driven my motivations that seem reasonable to them.

Are NHPs artificial intelligence? Not... exactly. The entities that NHPs exist as in their unmodified state seem to be "natural," or at the very least, humans didn't create them. The perspective through which almost all of humanity interacts with them is artificial, and the state in which they are forced exist in order to do this certainly isn't natural.

BT-7274 is not, in Lancer terms, a comp/con. He's clearly capable of operating without Jack's instruction, synthesizing new information, learning and deduction, improvising strategies and making value judgements, none of which comp/cons are usually able to do.

Mechanically speaking, he would be better represented by an NHP, but NHPs are also their own weird thing that aren't actually AIs by a technical definition.

[cloudraker]

Tfp Arcee, Cliffjumper and Airachnid reaction to their bot s/o who was believed to dead landing on earth?

If you can't, I understand. Have a good day/night!!!

For sure! Thank you for sending in a request, and for being patient while I got to it <3

Arcee, Cliffjumper, and Airachnid meeting their thought to be dead S/o

Under the cut :)

Arcee

She was sent on the retrieval mission when the signal from your ship (escape pod?) first landed on Earth

When she saw who was in the pod, she was like a deer in headlights. Frozen to the spot, it took another Autobot shaking her out of it to grab her attention long enough for them to bring you through the spacebridge

She's by your side the entire time Ratchet is doing whatever repairs you need done, face unreadable as she holds your hand in hers. She doesn't say a word during the maintenance, and with your focus taken by the medic nothing gets said the entire time

It’s only when the Ratchet finishes up and the two of you are finally alone when she cups your face in her hands and presses your foreheads together 

“I thought you were dead.”

When the kids ask why the two of you are seemingly joined at the hip despite you just arriving, all it takes is some Bulkhead Exposition™️ to catch them up to speed. Miko may or may not be trying to set the two of you up on a date despite already being together

She makes it her personal mission to keep you as safe as she can. While she’s thrilled beyond words that you’re back, the thought of losing you again isn’t something she can fathom. Despite her fears, she knows she can only do so much

Resigns to having your back in the field, and the two of you become a duo to be wary of once you get back in the swing of things

Cliffjumper

If robots knew what pog was-

He wasn’t on the retrieval mission itself, but he was assigned to backup if the need arose

So when the actual retrieval team returns with you in tow, he’s nothing less than baffled

There’s a beat of silence while his mind catches up and the two of you just stare at each other before his face breaks out into the biggest grin imaginable and he’s pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug

Happy tears, if any at all

He’s so excited to have you back, and gives you a recap of everything that’s happened since you were separated. He introduces you to Arcee (who’s already heard so much about you), and the two of you get along well!

Although Cliffjumper and Arcee are partners for missions, the three of you quickly become interchangeable and become a trio to be reckoned with

Airachnid

Of the three, she’s probably the calmest

Being herself, she was quick to jump on the opportunity a distress signal could bring and managed to get to it before either faction, much to her amusement

Though she’d rather not admit it, she was a bit surprised to find you at the source. She’s quick to get over it though; she knows that despite arriving first she’s still on a time crunch and she needs to move fast. With you wrapped up in what must qualify as the worlds worst sleeping bag, she’s tunnelling off with you being dragged along

When you finally do wake up (and she remembers she needs to actually cut you free), it’s a short but sweet reunion with a soft “I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

Airachnid is ambitious, but she’s careful and she isn’t willing to risk another separation. While having her partner back is something she’s thrilled by, she knows she’s made a lot of enemies and has to watch both her back and yours

Absolutely drags you into her scheme with M.E.C.H., but she wont throw you to the wolves like she did Starscream. Probably

[mothfables]

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Skye in the Studio

Part 1

Part 2

Sillyvision Stories

Spell Gone Wrong

Henry’s Transformation

Gender is Boring (Robots and I Agree)

The Plague

Sunstone’s Universal Venture

Hatchlinghood Shenanigans

Trouble with Gossan

Assorted Linked Universe

Violets and Rabbits

♡Bunny Flops♡: Part One - Part Two - Part Three

A Bun in More Ways Than One

In Which Wars Picks a Fight With an Apple Tree (& Loses)

Blushing Bunnies and Rings

Nightmare

Beetle Hunting for Beedle

Thistles and Thorns

War Stories

Winter Chills

Beads and Rings and Other Things

Rabbit in a Wolf Den

Legend(ary) Cuddles

Assorted Legend of Zelda

An Assortment of Kisses

Cuddles and Wishes and Bunny Kisses - A collection of soft, fluffy moments with the bunny duo. Set after ALBW and during LU

Getting Together

First Kiss

Rain

Bunny Cuddles

Growth Spurt

Apples and Bunny Love

Heat Wave

Couch Cuddles

Chore Day

Bunny Fever

Cuddles? ✔️ Kisses? ✔️ Anything Else? ...Nah I Think We’re Good

Strength Training

Scars

Wolves and Rabbits - Legend meets Wolfie for the first time(s). It doesn’t go well

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Snail - Legend is turned small suddenly, leaving the Chain to deal with a traumatized baby!Legend with the Vet’s memories

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Fluffruary

Day 1: Best Friends

Day 2: First Date

Day 3: Cozy Shelter

Day 4: Ice Skating

Day 5: Hugs

Day 6: Small Gestures

Little Bunny - stories about age regressor Legend and his family

Four, Reading

Wild, Baking

The Chain, Storm

Groose, Meeting

Ravio, Thunderstorm

Happy Bunny

Tumble

Raviolishipweek

Queering the Chain

Day 1: Queerplatonic Relationship

[caden]

Saw the Avatar re-release. That movie is undeniably great and it making a billion dollars is in no way a fluke. Vfx from over a decade ago that still looks better than anything released since. A spectacle that demands you see it on the big screen. The moments of splendor and the giant battle scenes actually work on an emotional level, it doesn’t just blend into grey CGI mush like most superhero movies. Pandora is gorgeous. The robots are badass. James Cameron knows how to film compelling action scenes where the conflict is character-motivated and visually engaging, but also where the stakes feel real, where the geography, setpieces, and plot beats are easy to follow. If you make fun of this movie you’re a coward.

The script is absolutely not reinventing the wheel, but it doesn’t need to. It’s solid. Every time it wants you to feel an emotion, whatever that emotion may be, it succeeds. People who say it was just Pocahontas/Dances With Wolves in space are dumb. First of all, the sci fi elements are genuinely cool and unique. More importantly, James Cameron likes familiar crowd-pleasing stories with easily recognizable tropes BECAUSE they allow him to push the medium forward in other ways. The simplicity of the narrative makes the technological leaps and the visual storytelling more impactful. And do you really want a Hollywood movie about space colonialism to be more dark and nuanced and subversive??? I don’t!! I like that there’s no attempt at any kind of “both sides” bullshit. Colonialism is evil. The military industrial complex is evil. Starship Troopers still exists. If you want something more smug and satirical and enjoy feeling kinda gross afterwards, go watch that. If you just wanna watch space marines getting their shit kicked in, and see the indigenous alien population being framed as straightforwardly heroic and righteous, watch this. Maybe it hasn’t left the cultural footprint we’d expect, but so what? Not every story’s success has to be measured in memes and ao3 fics. The film changed the industry forever. The sequel is gonna slap too bc when Cameron swings, he doesn’t miss. His track record is flawless.

My one critique is that the Na’vi are a liiiittle too human looking. I think u could make them a bit weirder and still have them be sexy. Just dial up the weirdness by like 15%. Also the 3D kinda gave me a headache

[ofgalaxiesandstars]

thundergoodspeed​:

“Skylar? I am not sure. He may have returned to his castle.” A couple of robotic arms shrugged. “Although, perhaps that would not have been wise, as his location appears to have compromised. It was his attack that led to your friend Nico being abducted and Eren being poisoned.” A sigh. “I do wish those wolves would go away. They’ve done nothing but antagonize this family since we returned from Final Space.”

There was a beeping.

“Breaker is on his way.“

“Hm... Sounds kinda like us, taking risks... He some kinda royalty or something, living in a castle?” He paused, nodding a little. Now that he wasn’t vehemently denying that he was sick, it was starting to really hit just how bad he felt. He was glad this didn’t happen at the birthday party, at least.

It wasn’t long before Breaker arrived, heading into the medbay and up to Tim, “Hey, you okay kid?” He paused, not really waiting for an answer as he reached to put the back of his hand to Tim’s forehead, “You’re burning up... HUE, what’s the diagnosis? You said he was hiding a ‘zombie bite’?”

[angstmongertina]

Hand to Hand, Heart to Heart

2023 is gonna be the year when I finish fic and actually post them. Or at least the first part of the year is. We don’t talk about how long this fic has been in progress. Like, yes, I do know that the card came out nearly a full year ago now. I’m just a hot mess. It’s fine. Let’s just say I was inspired by the sweet chapter or something. :P

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By the time Artem finally makes it into the office, it is already in what could only generously be considered a mild uproar.

That, in it of itself, is not entirely unusual; he has been informed by Celestine on more than one occasion, in a tone that somehow makes the sentence a complaint rather than a statement of fact, that he is one of the most efficient and integral members of the firm, given his position and general workload, and one whose consistency is nearly paramount to the entire operation. Typically, it is not an issue, but between the jet lag and his recovery from the physical manifestations of his most recent… exertions, even the scant minutes late he has arrived have apparently resulted in chaos, especially considering his propensity for arriving an hour in advance. But even while the pandemonium itself is not wholly unexpected, the focal point to the whole chaos is.

Sitting at her desk, shifting somewhat under the intense gazes of at least a dozen other interns, is Eliana. It is not exactly a surprise, given that their combined absence was no doubt readily apparent, but the intensity of the crowd surrounding her, hanging onto her every word, seems to be too much, even for her friendly disposition.

For a moment, he hesitates, because he knows, of course he knows, that one of the big reasons for their interest is him. He has seen time and time again that, at least aside from Celestine and Eliana, the rest of Themis views him as some… cold machine, an unfeeling robot whose only concern is success in the courtroom, so he does not need to move closer to know that they must be asking her about the experience, about, perhaps, whether he is as uptight in travel as he is at work. Even Celestine, as much as she has befriended him, no doubt still thinks of him as a stick-in-the-mud, who can’t even get through the most basic conversation with the girl he likes. So naturally, if they are curious about the trip, it must be about him.

And since it is almost certainly about him, then it is even more inexcusable for him to abandon her to the wolves.

Sighing inwardly, he steps into the room, clearing his throat, but before the interns can do much so much as turn to eye him with a mix of shock and apprehension, the sharp tapping of heels echoes throughout the room. Very familiar tapping…

“What’s going on?”

It is almost comical how quickly everyone twists around to stare at Celestine, and as the silence grows increasingly awkward, she crosses her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, then, I’m sure your friend’s return is very exciting but I believe you all have cases to work on?”

Much to his internal relief, and Eliana’s visible one, the others scatter immediately, leaving only Celestine, speaking in a low voice that he has no hope of making out. He pauses, debating on whether he needs to run interference, but when a smile blossoms across the girl’s face, brilliant and warm, he finds himself relaxing, even as he has to look away, and makes his way towards his office.

Perhaps, for once, he may escape a confrontation.

Unfortunately, that hope is dashed almost instantly, when he hears the rapid footsteps following him, and he fights another sigh as he lets himself into his office, briefly contemplating the wisdom of locking the door behind him.

Then again, knowing Celestine, she would only demand entry anyway, and in a way that will only draw even more attention to the situation.

Instead, he sits at his desk, willing his face into inscrutability as she pushes in without so much as a knock.

“What is it?”

When she only crosses her arms, stepping closer in silence, he gives into the urge to sigh. “Look, if it’s nothing, there is work that I would like to—”

“‘What is it?’ What is it?” She stops at his desk only to step around it and he finds himself leaning back to avoid the finger she directs at his chest. “Is that all you have to say for yourself after that stunt you pulled?”

Ah. Right. That.

He lets out a slow breath, stares at the finger practically prodding him on his breast pocket, and resigns himself to his fate. “You’re right, my apologies.”

“Of course I’m right! You could have— wait, what?”

If the entire situation weren’t so serious, her sudden blinking might have even been funny. Instead, he only bows his head in contrition, because she is right and he knows it, knows that he was wrong, that of course he was wrong, and it is only sheer luck that prevented his error from affecting his clients. “You’re right,” he repeats, before looking up to fix his gaze on her. “It was foolish and unprofessional.”

“It was.” Her voice is cool and serious, though something in the quirk of her eyebrow seems to be mocking him, just a little. “And also dangerous for your health. You could have said something, you know. That work was meant to be manageable for two people working part time, not one idiot pulling multiple all-nighters while going out during the day. If I had known…”

“You weren’t supposed to know.”

“I figured as much when I didn’t realize until she had to reach out to ask.” She audibly sighs, her posturing seeming to soften, just a little. “Then again, I guess it’s partially on me for not seeing it coming, huh?”

He makes a noise that isn’t quite assenting, but it’s apparently enough for her as she shakes her head. “You realize that you’re going to be damn lucky if I don’t tell your foolishness to your mother, right? I’m certain she would have more than a few things to say about the matter and maybe you’d even listen to her.”

“Celestine!”

“Relax.” It isn’t until she pats him on the shoulder, visible smirk tucked into the corners of her lips, that he realizes he has tensed, body stiffening at the sheer thought of his mother discovering his stupidity. “Just promise me you learned your lesson—”

“I have.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “And that you’ll tell her how you feel before that yarn you both have around your wrists disintegrates.” She squints down at his hand, eyes narrowed in clearly feigned focus. “I recognize that color. Isn’t that your favorite sweater?”

“Celestine, you—”

Ignoring his protest entirely, she chuckles, breezing her way back towards the door before he can so much as organize his thoughts into some sort of order, let alone stop her. “Just tell her, Artem. And before either your mother or I have to stage some sort of intervention on your behalf, if you please?”

In the abrupt silence that follows, he takes a deep breath, resists the urge to massage his temples. Celestine means well. He knows this, knows that it’s only concern for his future, for his own existing feelings, that encourages her to speak out, to threaten meddling in his personal affairs as often as she does. But this he must do on his own, he must make his own pace, for fear of disrupting the carefully achieved balance he has found with her, of pushing her too far too quickly.

Instead, he rises to his feet and moves to his doorway, where Celestine left it ajar in her dramatic exit. He hesitates, considering, but curiosity wins out, and he makes his way to the break room, empty mug in hand and hoping that Celestine hasn’t taken it upon herself to set up there once again in the hopes of catching him out.

To his great relief, the coast is clear, and he sets up at the machine, taking advantage of its slow brewing to look across the office. It seems as though Celestine’s implied message was taken to heart; their coworkers have returned to their work, leaving her free at her desk, brow furrowed as she peruses the discovery files of their newest case, mouth moving along in silence to her focused reading. She pauses, frowns deeper, her free hand worrying with something resting on her wrist, and Celestine’s earlier words register.

Instinctively, he straightens, brushes the soft yarn still tied around his own wrist, and nods to himself. He’ll tell her. Between their NXX investigations, their work, and even their travels, there is momentum now, a progress that he needs to take advantage of, before someone else does it first. He’ll tell her, and soon. But first…

As the machine sputters to a stop, he grabs his coffee and turns back towards his office. First, he has some planning to do.

[euryd-ce]

❁ HOW ENDEARING

PAIRING: Demi Bourbon x GN! Reader (+ platonic interactions with other characters)

CW: None(?)

NOTE: Demi may be closer to fanon depictions rather than lore

Disclaimer: Painting Nudes does not exist nor was it written by Edgar Valden.

You liked Demi, maybe had a little crush on her, and she probably knew. Something she liked to advantage of for her own amusement, much to your dismay.

Demi liked teasing you just to see how you'd react. She found it cute, and maybe a little funny, mostly because she didn't even have to try. In fact, standing near you was probably enough to make something happen. This day in particular, the barmaid seemed to step up her game.

It started when you two decided to have breakfast together with Kevin and Jose. No, there was anything wrong with the meal, but you couldn't help but notice Demi's eyes lingering around you for a little while. Maybe a little too long. Hell, she hasn't even touched her food. She's been staring at you the whole time.

You didn't know why she was looking at you this time. That's right, this time. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Maybe you had something on your face... You weren't a messy eater, but that didn't stop little crumbs of bread from sticking on your lips.

'Or maybe my peripheral vision is making me imagine things...' you thought before slowly looking up from your plate and toward Demi's direction... only to make eye contact with her.

"...oh-" you accidentally say out loud before quickly looking back down and covering your mouth. Now you were the one leaving your food untouched, not that there was any left to begin with.

You wondered if your two male companions noticed the tension, or if there was even tension to notice in the first place. On one hand it could be there, on the other you could have been overthinking. You wondered so much and for so long that you didn't notice it was just you and Kevin left on the table.

He gave you a look, the look someone would give when they wanted to say, 'you put too much thought about the entire situation again didn't you?'.

You sighed, and turned to look at the cowboy, "No, I didn't."

"Huh?" Kevin raised a brow, "You didn't what?"

"Ah-" you put your hand on your forehead, realizing your mistake. "Nevermind..."

He chuckled, "Well, alright then darlin'. I better get going."

"Oh," you stood and tidied yourself up. "Well in that case, so will I!" You said before walking away from the dining room in a rather robotic manner, and making your way to the library.

Where you somehow bumped into Demi... Literally.

"Hey~" she said, leaning against a book shelf - awaiting response that would never come.

Now you were looking at each other, making eye contact, the very last thing you wanted from anyone in general. You almost wanted to just jump through the window and run into the woods, but you didn't want the harsh winter cold to seep into one of your only comfort places in the manor nor did you feel like becoming the next meal of a pack of wolves.

You were starting to wonder why she was even in the library. As someone who has never ceased visiting the realm of books daily, this is the first time you've seen her. Maybe she was looking for a book, a cook book, perhaps. Or maybe she was looking for you, '...no, that's ridiculous.' You thought. You thought for so long that you didn't realize you've been staring at her for three minutes. Your eyes widened at that realization.

Suddenly, Demi started grinning. Grinning a little too much. If the white streaks on her hair had faces, those would probably be grinning too. At this point she was probably trying to hold out a laugh, but was doing a terrible job at concealing it.

"Ah-" you covered your mouth. You needed to think of an excuse, quick.

"Ummm.... My apologies, I just came here to get-" You cut yourself off, grabbed the nearest book and looked at the title, but it instinctively brought an unsavory look on your face, as if you ate bread soaked in water.

You cleared your throat, "...Painting Nudes... by- Edgar Valden?!?!"

She snorted, then started laughing. You could have sworn you saw a tear fall at some point, but you had to focus. Focus on running away, with the rather indecent book still in your hands. You quickly left the library, only to bump into someone once again, but this time it was the man. The myth. The legend. The one and only author of the book in your hands.

He looked startled at first, then terrified after seeing what you were holding. Out of instinct, he snatched it, muttering a, "so that's where it went..." before hiding the book behind him.

"We take this secret to the grave," he pleaded- no, he demanded.

"...sure," you turned around intending to return to your room, but the painter stopped you again.

"Also, the match today," he cleared his throat. "The little girl's gotten the colds, so she can't make it. The rest of us were either busy or tired, so we were wondering if you'd be willing to take her place?"

You thought about it for a bit - or pretended to, at least - before finally saying, "sure, I guess."

Perhaps this was your chance to get your well deserved break from the barmaid, you thought as you made your way to the lobby.

"It'd be nice if I could just decode for now..." You sleepily yawned and opened the doors, and suddenly you weren't sleepy. Seated by the small dining table were none other than your breakfast buddies: Kevin, Jose, and Demi. Demi. So much for avoiding her antics.

You looked at the trio, then looked back, then looked at the trio again. You knew you brought this upon yourself, and there was no escaping now. Only gods - and maybe Demi - could tell what would happen this time around.

"Are you..." José started, and slowly raised a brow. "Going to take a seat...?" He pointed toward the only chair left.

"Ah-" you flinched a little, realizing you trapped yourself in your thoughts again. "Right... A seat... Right next to Demi... Yes."

You sat down, next to Demi, just as you said. You started to wonder if she was behind all this. Perhaps all of this was carefully prepared. Like she knew someone wouldn't make it, that you'd be the last one to arrive, and that you'd have to sit next to her. But you also wondered if Demi would even go that far in the first place.

Suddenly you felt a hand on yours. Demi's hand, on yours. It was soft - very soft. You wanted to grasp it, but you were busy being embarrassed about the fact that you both were somewhat holding hands.

"How was it?" She asked.

"How was what?"

"The book?"

You paused, "what book?"

"Painting...Nudes...?" She questioned with a smile. "By Edgar Valden?!?!" She added, imitating the way you said it in the library.

"Ah-" Edgar was going to kill you. He knew you knew about the book, but didn't know about your little outburst in the library.

"It was... nice." You looked away from her, "maybe a little scrumptious..."

"Oh?" She started grinning.

"Just- nevermind..." You blushed and closed your eyes.

Suddenly she was rubbing your hand, sensually, "I should join you sometime, yeah? If you'd allow me, of course."

You gulped, "...you want to paint nudes with me?!"

She chuckled and brought your hand to her cheek, "What? No? I meant reading? We could read together someday, if you'd like?"

"Oh..."

The two men who were with you also let out laughs from hearing your conversation. You could have sworn you heard something heavy and metallic drop past the curtains where the hunter usually waited. Was the hunter laughing at you too?

Yes, the hunter was in fact laughing at you. Not out loud. You couldn't see it though, but you didn't need to know that. Grace liked listening to the idle chatter the survivors held before the match, and hearing you even bring up painting nudes brought her the feeling of second-hand embarrassment. She almost felt like comforting you after the match, for your loss. Loss of dignity that is.

Alas, after what seemed like eternity, the match started. You suddenly missed the feeling of Demi's hands on yours, more than you'd like to admit. But you quickly suppressed the feeling, and quickly made your way toward the machine inside of the hospital to begin decoding.

Surprisingly, you weren't chased. You were finally able to do your job as a decoder and, well, decode. Kevin had unfortunately been sent back to the manor, but he and José bought your team enough time to reach a primed cipher machine.

Now all you had to do was wait. Wait with Demi, who was staring at you. Again... You sighed and looked at her, mustering the courage to ask, "do you... want something?"

"Hm..." She brought her hand up to her chin, pondering. "Would it be too much to say... I wanted you?"

"Ah-" 'What a tease,' you thought, covering your mouth like you always did when you found yourself feeling a little embarrassed.

The familiar feeling of her hands on yours suddenly came back, as if she heard your longing from afar. As if you were thinking out loud. As if she could read your mind. As if... She already knew what you would say, but was aware you were too shy to let it out.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't realize the match had ended. That while you were wandering around the depths of your mind, Demi had popped the machine at José's command, carried you to the gate, and secured a draw for the team.

And here you were, back at the manor. With Demi trying to snap you out of your thoughts. "Hello? Earth to (name)? Ah! There you are. I was getting a little worried there..."

"Hm?" You blinked, and looked at your surroundings. Trying to safely land back into reality. The reality that was you being in Demi's embrace. You didn't know how long you were thinking, but you hoped it wasn't for too long.

Suddenly, you felt the woman plant a kiss on your cheek, and the warmth from her body leave you. She grinned and turned toward the manor, but gave you one last look and a wave "think about it, but maybe not too much, yeah?"

'Think about what?' you wondered, and suddenly remembered the cause of your ascension to your headspace. The memory only made heat arise to your cheeks. 'She confessed', you thought, covering your mouth again.

You felt a rather moist hand on your head. It was Grace, giving you headpats, you presumed. She gave you a thumbs up, and a comforting look. A look which for some reason told you, 'Don't let painting nudes haunt you forever. I'll be here if you need someone to talk to'.

The interpretation startled you, making you raise a brow at the thought of it. But you nodded and brushed it off as overthinking. Brushed it off until you heard the familiar voice of the painter angrily screaming your name.

"(NAME)! GET BACK HERE!"

Perhaps thinking about what Demi said could wait later.

[lavaridgecookie]

Hullo, and welcome to my little imagines, HCs, and, occasionally, ask meme blog <3 I’ve noticed very little love for nonhuman F/Os and S/Is, for platonic selfshipping, and for familial stuff, and I’m here to fix that :D I do mostly sfw stuff, but am not adverse to trying my hand at nsfw. 

I take requests! I'm open unless I say I'm closed, but I'm really really slow, sorry.

My specialties include:

Nonhuman S/Is of any type, in romantic OR platonic/familial scenarios! Ranging from human-adjacent (vampires, werewolves, anthro animals) to as wild as you can get (eldritch beings, non-bipedal aliens, S/Is that are The Thing-esque) and anything in between (robots, kobolds, dragons) any way you wanna be, I’ve got you covered! 

Nonhuman F/Os! Not only do I, personally, romantically ship with multiple characters in varying states of nonhumanity, but I familially ship with like. more than 10 robots who are ALSO in varying stages of nonhumanity. Robots CAN be your baby brothers and sisters, if you believe <3

Familial stuff! Siblings, parents, children, aunts and uncles, that really cool older cousin you love talking to, whatever! I got you. Sometimes a family is you, your six children, your eldest son’s alien boyfriend, and your extended family who are all mostly murderers.

Platonic stuff! Sometimes you want to jazzercise with your besties, and sometimes your besties are a group of elite alien mercenary soldiers.

Poly relationships! Any kind!

Please Note:

I have not seen every movie, or read every book, or consumed every piece of media. If you need something more specific than ‘my f/o or s/i has wings // can shapeshift // is an eldritch creature’ please give me more background information! Like I know what a Yautja is in a technical sense, but I’ve never actually seen Predator so I don’t have any context for their society or behaviour! I’ll list what I’m familiar enough with to need no context at the bottom of the post <3 That being said, feel free to infodump all day every day about your favourite species, bc I’m a lore hound and loooooooove hearing about fantasy cultures and biology.

I work a full-time job, have ADHD and am suffering from burnout. Posts may be sporadic! I will answer asks out-of-order! Please be patient with me

THIS BLOG IS INCLUSIVE. I WILL NOT EVER EVER EVER DISCRIMINATE BASED ON GENDER/ORIENTATION/ETC. I’m genderqueer, bi, poly, and an alterhuman! Panphobes, TERFS, and ace exclusionists can fuck right off! That being said, any and all hate will not get acknowledged. This shouldn’t even be an issue but I want to make my stance crystal-fucking-clear: your identity, whatever it may be, is valid. 

I am an adult! Any nsfw will be properly tagged as NSFT + minors DNI, and I ask that minors not interact with those posts. That said, minors are welcome on this blog, welcome to submit sfw asks, etc.

I write both fluff AND angst! I like both! They’ll be tagged as such~ I’m especially very, very fond of lifespan difference stuff. I know this can be triggering for some people, and the tag for it is ‘Mayfly-December’

I knowwwwwww my URL has ‘cookie’ in it, but this is a reference to a Pokemon thing. I luv gen III <3 I’m willing to do cookie run stuff but I know next to nothing about cr other than Vamp(?) looks genderqueer as hell 

Sources I am familiar with

Gregor the Overlander

Silverwing (including Duskwing)

The Sight

The Thing

ALIEN (first 2 movies)

Homestuck (I’ve read some of ^2 but am NOT caught up)(can also do Petstuck of any flavour)

Wolves of the Beyond (up through Frost Wolf)

a few more xenofiction novels, feel free to ask

Any and all Zelda species, from any game

Pokemon (I’ve played up to B/W)

Digimon, to an extent.*

Chobits (anime)

Astro Boy

Sonic the Hedgehog (game canon from Forces and earlier, I have a working knowledge of Boom as well)

Beastars (manga)+ Beast Complex 

Brand New Animal

Doctor Who (mostly NuWho)

Transformers (mostly G1, TFA an TFOne)

DBZ + GT (I haven’t seen Super, but I could probably get Whis and Beerus down well)

MLP: FiM (including ALL idw comics!)

MegaMan (classic and some of X)**

CATS the Musical (I haven’t yet seen the 2019 movie, but I’m familiar with the revival and the 1998 movie)

Thomas and Friends (in a general sense, if you want to request a specific character I'll need personality traits)

probably some others, but these are all ones I can do without needing for you to explain anything

* I can do any individual Digimon, but haven’t seen every anime, so if you are looking for a character-specific Digimon, please specify!

**I can do all mainline classic characters, including any desired robot master. However, please be aware that I’ve been in this fandom for over a decade, so my HCs for certain robot masters may differ from current popular consensus! If you want a specific personality trait, please specify. For X, I really only know X, Zero, Vile, Axl, and Sigma well enough to do HCs with no further prompting.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Under the Moon

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: I’ve been in a mood recently.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I actually put forth a decent effort this time to make it as gender-neutral as possible. It’s probably not perfect but I tried.

^^^^^

A twinge in the muscles of my back jarred me from my sleep.

$#!+ did I forget again? I thought. Another spasm arched me off my mat. I fumbled through my bag for my phone. No service. Of course not. With shaking fingers, somehow I managed to unlock it. Moon Tracker was waiting for me on my home page. It launched and actually loaded, despite the lack of service.

Tonight’s Moon: Full read the screen.

I swore aloud. MJ didn’t wake.

Scrambling out of the tent, I stumbled through the dark to the tent next to ours. “Peter!” I hissed, knocking a knuckle against the tent pole. “Pete!”

I heard a groan. “What?” Peter complained.

“I need your help. I need you to come with me. Now.”

The tent he shared with Ned zipped open. Ned was curled up in a corner and clearly Peter had been sprawled out. Peter slipped out, barely managing to get into his sneakers, and zipped the tent shut behind him. “What’s goin’ on?” He yawned.

I recoiled as pain wracked through me. “We need to get away from camp—and I need you to web me to a tree,” I replied.

“What?”

“Now!”

My tone scared him into movement. He grabbed my hand and we ran from the campsite. I stumbled more than anything. My control over my own body was slipping. I moaned in pain. Peter looked back at me.

“What’s happening to your eyes?”

“No time to explain. Keep moving,” I panted.

We blindly wove through the woods until we were over a mile away. I found a sturdy tree and backed against it.

“Web me here,” I said. “Just cover me.”

“Why?”

I looked up. The moon was starting to peek above the hills, casting its light through the woods. “Just do it!” I cried out—stifling the sound as much as I could—and slammed into the tree. “Now!”

Peter’s webshooters activated and he spewed webs at me. I gave him a small smile.

Then I thrashed in pain—

And everything went black.

—

Peter stared as his friend’s body began to change. Claws broke through fingers. Fangs replaced teeth. A snout elongated from the face. Thick, brown-and-black hair sprouted. Pajamas started to disappear under the hair.

Until, instead of a human, Peter was staring at a wolf.

An enormous wolf. Easily twice the size of a regular wolf—and he’d found out that wolves were twice as big as he’d thought not too long ago—and covered in grey fur. The beast’s paws were wide and ended in long dark claws sharp enough to tear flesh like cotton candy. Thankfully they were positioned too awkwardly to reach the webs holding it.

“Gah! What the he—” He cut himself off as the wolf snarled at him, writhing against the webs. He applied another layer just to be safe. “Since—since—since when could you do—” The moonlight shone brighter, catching his attention. He peered up.

The moon was a massive disc—full and shining silver-white down against the tree trunk.

The wolf in front of him seemed transfixed by it, staring up with a melancholy whine softly escaping its throat. It tried again to escape the webs, but only half-heartedly.

Peter whooshed out a breath as realization struck him like a blow from the Hulk. “You’re a werewolf,” he whispered.

The wolf whimpered and then growled. Peter stepped back.

“I’m not sleeping tonight, am I?” He asked.

The wolf didn’t reply.

Which was probably a good thing, because if it did he probably would have screamed loud enough to wake up their friends over a mile away—and every big nasty in the forest. And he doubted his werewolf friend would protect him.

The wolf’s amber eyes were watching him suspiciously. But Peter just sat down and yawned again. “You and I have known each other for like ten years now. You’re in on my secret. Why didn’t you ever tell me yours?” He stared at the wolf, who was still seething at being trapped, but not fighting against the webs. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Again, the wolf made no reply. Just turned those amber eyes up to the moon. Peter looked up at it too. “Yeah. It’s beautiful. Especially on nights like tonight. When there aren’t any clouds.”

The wolf whined like a puppy—and Peter had to remind himself to not tear off the webs to cuddle into that thick, soft-looking fur. That werewolves probably didn’t have any human memories when they were in their wolf form. He leaned back on his hands. “You’re probably not gonna remember this, so I may as well tell you: I’ve actually had a crush on you since like seventh grade. I know we’ve been friends for longer than that but…” He shrugged. The wolf kept staring at the moon. “I don’t know. Something changed that year. I saw you in the gym with the ballroom dance club, teaching some poor dude how to waltz when I stayed late for robotics, and it was like this… like a lightbulb went off in my head. You know? Suddenly it was like I was really seeing you for the first time. Like I caught a glimpse of the best pieces of your soul.

“And I’ve never been the same since. Never looked at you the same way. I notice the grace you use when you move. Even if you’re clumsy sometimes. But I see your compassion too. Your care. Like once I started looking, I couldn’t stop.”

The wolf didn’t even react to him at all.

Peter sighed. “I’ll keep an eye on you tonight. I promise. You won’t be able to get out or hurt anything. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

—

I came to under the pale orange light of dawn. The last dregs of dissolving web fluid clung to my pajamas. I felt drained. Like I always did the morning after a full moon.

“Hey, you’re up!” Peter said happily. I turned. He was sitting on the forest floor a few feet away, using a Bunsen burner camping “stove” to heat a small pot of water. Two paper cups were sitting near him, plastic spoons poking out of the top. I slumped against the tree trunk. “I’m making some cocoa. Want some?”

I watched him pour the water in the cups, adding packets of cocoa mix and stirring carefully. I didn’t have the energy to actually reply.

He handed me one of the cups. “This should warm you up. It’s a little chilly.”

“Did you get any sleep?” I croaked.

“I did, actually. See, the thing is, my webs dissolve in two hours. On average, it takes fourteen minutes for a person to fall asleep, and a single sleep cycle is ninety minutes—hour and a half. So I used my webshooters to set timers. An almost-two-hour one to know when to replace the webs around you, and another to wake me up roughly an hour and forty-four minutes after I set it. So I slept between replacing your webs and I actually feel alright. Probably better than you anyway.”

I grunted agreement at that. I felt like I’d been trampled by a herd of elephants.

I tried a sip of the cocoa. Not too hot, but enough to warm my core. I sighed, content with the taste and warmth.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Peter asked quietly. I met his eyes. He had the expression of a sad puppy on his face.

I huffed a little, stirring my cocoa. “My secret isn’t like yours, Peter,” I said. “You keep your secret to keep the people you care about safe. I do too, but mine—mine is different. You’re keeping the people you love safe from villains who want to hurt you by hurting them. I’m keeping the people I care about safe from me. Because I’m… we’re classified as monsters, Peter. Werewolves, vampires—we’re referred to as monsters the same way humans are mammals. I never told you because what I can do… it’s worse than what you can do. You’re a superhero. I’m a lycanthrope. Yours is a mutation of your DNA. Mine is literally a curse. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you looking at me like I’m…”

“A monster?” Peter finished gently.

I almost growled at the word. “Yeah,” I admitted begrudgingly, taking a sip of my cocoa. “You have no idea how hard it is for someone like me to make or keep friends. I’ve spent most of my life super lonely. Then I met you and Ned and MJ and I felt like… like finally I could have some friends. I was turned into a werewolf when I was four-years-old, Peter. Thirteen years, I’ve suffered with this alone. My parents know but they don’t talk about it. They pretend like my curse doesn’t exist. Then I make friends for the first time in my life and still know, deep down, that I’ll never belong with them. Not really. Even when you told me about you, I knew I still wasn’t like you. I never would be. So I hoped I could just be friends as long as I could with you guys and… find a way to live with it when you all eventually left me.”

I downed the rest of my cup and stood. My joints ached.

“We should go back to camp before Ned and MJ wonder where we’ve gone,” I said.

Not waiting for Peter, I headed back the way we’d come, following my own scent through the trees, several hours old now, but doubly punctuated by Peter’s as he’d gone back to get the burner and the cocoa.

He caught up to me, jogging a little. “For the record, even though you scared the pants off of me last night when I saw you turn, I don’t think you’re a monster,” he said.

I managed a small smile. “Thanks,” I replied.

“And, also, I’m not going to leave you. You’re still my friend and I’m not scared. I can lift… like, a hundred times more than my body weight. I think I can handle you as a wolf. You’re not gonna hurt me and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s… that’s a relief to hear,” I admitted. We kept hiking back. “Do I remember you saying you’ve had a crush on me since we were in seventh grade? Or did I dream that up?”

Peter swore under his breath. A normal person wouldn’t have heard it, but I did. Wolf’s hearing. “Uh… I think you dreamt that up,” he said.

Liar. But if he wasn’t ready to tell me human-face-to-human-face, I’d give him time. He’d taken my secret better than I could have asked for or anticipated. I could let him admit his feelings whenever he was ready. I owed him that much.

When we got back to camp, MJ was sitting on a tree stump, munching on some dry cereal. “Where have you two been all night?” she asked.