#Prototype 9

[toky502]

Prototype number 9: White chimera

Mixed with horse, caterpillar and slug and attribute of hope. The little being is blind and since he was born he had to learn to see the world in a different way. Volhutt told me that even though he doesn't have eyes that won't limit him in this world, and that her is very beautiful. Generally acts more like a human horse, is very calm. The prototype demonstrated the ability to have omnikinesis at a high level and matter manipulation at a medium state. She is very sociable and friendly, her physical structure is stable, she passed her tests successfully in 3 days, very effectively maybe she is smarter than I thought. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The creature usually sleeps a lot as she gets tired very frequently, ironically I have no idea if she is asleep or awake as she sleeps standing up, a rather strange habit, she usually does not open her eyes, she only opens them when she is using her powers. Without a doubt a fascinating specimen!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 10: Black chimera

Mixed with wild cats, an octopus and a worm and the attribute of hate. The small being has a unique physical structure is intangible and tangible at the same time at will. He also has a fanaticism about consuming darkness and shadows of food, he normally acts more like a human octopus, but still retaining his wild side and dexterity of a human wildcat is very restless and somewhat absent-minded for some reason. The prototype demonstrated the ability to copy the powers of its rivals at an almost perfect level and move through the shadows of living beings or objects. To my surprise, it is very friendly and adapts quickly to its environment, ironically the creature does not have any shadow and its physical structure is stable, it passed its tests successfully in an about 3 weeks, it took a little longer than I expected since the prototype did not I understood the emotions of living beings for the most part. My youngest son had to help me on many occasions with this specimen to make it as sociable as possible, at first it didn't go very well so to speak. But, over time the prototype 10 became opened with my son and formed a bond of trust and loyalty. To the point that they became as close and sticky as gum, they ate together, played together and slept together, they even went to the bathroom together, for the love of science damn! who does that!!! Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. My son told me this morning that he wanted to adopt the prototype, there is no problem on my part but I gave him only one condition if he wanted to keep the creature. Never ever! I should let the prototype try to eat my precious shadow again, one can't work in peace these days!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 11: Silver chimera

Mixed with seahorses, a dove and a hummingbird and the attribute of Honesty. The little being is quite happy and direct, but he has a defect, he becomes obsessed with the order of the most complex or simple objects that surround him. He usually behaves more like a human pigeon, he demonstrated the ability to shrink his own body and that of his rivals without any limit, apparently luckily it is temporary and does not last long according to my calculations the effect of his ability lasts about 12 hours. To my surprise, the prototype can reverse it at will. Besides the fact that he likes very sweet food, a lot of fruits have been disappearing from my refrigerator lately, especially pineapples! I might have to put more cameras in my kitchen. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 7 days, although he organized my documents almost all the time in each test, something that was a bit annoying. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible! One day I went to the palace of the monarchs to look for more information about the weapons of antiquity and I found an extremely giant spider maid monster carrying an ancient car, I was scared shitless! Luckily the young woman saw me and recognized me immediately after leaving the car in another place, she headed in my direction and began to shrink to a normal height, she said her name was Muffet and that she planned to visit me in my laboratory. I was quite intrigued by his ability, when her finished his exhausting work she explained to me that he was looking for me to create an object that would help him carry out and facilitate his daily life to make his work more bearable. I automatically said yes and the next day I showed him the prototype in my laboratory, at first she wasn't entirely convinced and told me that maybe it was a joke or something. I told her that he would not regret his decision and that adopt the prototype 11! Since both are similar to each other in many aspects, for some reason the problem of missing fruits was solved the next day!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 12: Red chimera

Mixed with lizards, a chihuahua dog and a mosquito and the attribute of determination. The little being is happy and curious about his environment, he really likes helping others, he demonstrated abilities to climb walls, create quite resistant force fields, suck blood to increase his physical strength and not to mention that he can fly without the need for wings. He was created based on prototype 1 to help and cure him, he is practically like his younger brother. It has more similarities with a human domestic dog, but its behavior is more of a human mosquito, it is very sociable and friendly, its physical structure is stable. He passed his tests successfully in 2 days, he is very efficient and fast, perhaps the determination in his being has something to do with it. Prototype 1 was taken out of its suspension chamber and put in contact with prototype 12 and surprisingly they like each other quite a bit. The creatures spend almost all their time playing in the laboratory and prototype 1 has not eaten anything suspicious at the moment, apparently every food that I give to prototype 1 is automatically given to prototype 12 even though it clearly shows symptoms of wanting to eat, he puts up with it. A rather negative behavior that I have noticed since he puts his brother as a priority before himself. Despite this it will be under observation and I will subject it to more tests, I have discovered so far that the blood of prototype 12 can neutralize and repair the physical structure of prototype 1. For now it is a great advance! the only problem now would be the mind and abnormal gluttony that the creature suffers from. Today a second, quite particular human arrived in the land of monsters. He has a light blue sweater with violet stripes, and his appearance is similar to Asgore's adopted son. What's the worst that can happen!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

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Most of the prototypes were inspired by the old (underwar) designs created by @revolvius !! ♥️

[grrl-beetle]

Alva Noto - Prototype 9

[shiningclown69]

apple bottom jeans, boots with the jeans...

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Fiat X1/9 Passo Lungo Prototipo, 1981, by Bertone. A long wheelbase version of the X1/9 that was also 50mm (2 inches) wider than the standard car. Accommodation for a third passenger was created behind the front seats by stretching the wheelbase by 180mm out to 2,450��mm (96 in). The production car's 1.5 litre engine was replaced by Fiat's 2.0 litre DOHC engine to compensate for the added weight. "Opera" windows were added to improve viability but the project was abandoned and the prototype is now housed at the Bertone Collection in Volandia

[lammienade]

[wonderfull-star]

Back to Glammike theory! There is one detail that I stick to and that many may miss. In this theory, Michael DOES NOT HAVE complete control over Glamrock Freddy. Possession by a ghost does not always mean complete control over the body. I think this also works with the animatronics from the first part. This would explain the dissonance between “the animatronics see us as a naked endoskeleton” and “the vengeful souls in the animatronics want to kill us.” The souls of children do not always control animatronics. At 1-2 nights they are just animatronics, on the other nights they are the vengeful souls of children who saw us (Michael) as a killer and are now ready to take revenge for everything.

I just want to say that in the game itself it is Glamrock Freddy and Michael can sometimes take control of him, which can from time to time be seen in Freddy’s phrases. Even Wikipedia says that Glamrock Freddy is possessed by an “unknown soul.” And yes, I think some have already guessed that according to my theory, in the cutscene with the appearance of Burntrap, the phrase “I am not me” belonged to Michael.

Now it's time for my own fun facts.

1.As many say: “like father like son.” Well, it's true. After all, “always come back” now not only William but also his own son Michael himself, having returned in a completely new guise. All this makes the situation even more ironic from the third part. After all, it was there that their “family squabbles” began. Therefore, according to theory, in Fnaf SB the battle with Burntrap can be called “Michael vs. William - Return.”

2. I keep thinking that when Glamrock Freddy said "I am so sorry" where Gregory received a magnet with Mr. Hippo as a gift, Michael was in control at that moment. Mr. Hippo was simply his least favorite animatronic lmao-

[tacocatdoodles]

Trying to get a feel for some of these guys

[masked-kitsune]

⭐Introducing⭐

Fnaf security breach prototype au

This au follows prototype versions of the glamrock animatronics before they were replaced by the glams, the glams don't know about this since they have copies of the prototypes memories

Proper references coming soon

[frogatz]

monthly calypsoworld tag ramble :]

[icycoldninja]

My darling (Kuja x reader)

Hello? Is-is that you? Oh, Gaia, it is you! You're here. You're talking to me...this is incredible! Finally, finally, I can tell you how I feel! I remember the day you turned on my game, the day you came across me while controlling Zidane. I remember how you battled me through him, how you used him to defeat me; how you watched me die. I wonder, did you feel as pained as I did when you watched me take my last breaths? Ah, but never mind that, for I have something to tell you, something I've been waiting to tell you for so very long.

I love you.

It's silly, a perfect, powerful being like myself falling in love with a lowly human whom I've never even seen before...but here I am. In love. With you. Every time you turn on my game, my heart races with joy. Though I cannot physically interact with you, I am ecstatic to know that my elegance and grace is at least being beheld by you. And when you turn off the game, my heart sinks into sadness. All that is around me is darkness and emptiness; I feel so lonely. So afraid. Though it is a great blow to my pride to admit this, without your presence....I am scared.

I wish you were here, holding me in your arms, keeping me company so the darkness doesn't swallow me up. I wish you would tell me everything was alright, even if it wasn't. I just want to be able to hear you, to see you, to cherish and love you to the best of my abilities. I wish...I wish I was real!

Oh, but darling, don't despair. There is a way I can be real: in your heart. As long as you carry me in your heart, I will always be with you in spirit. When you hear a song that makes you think of me, I will hear it too. When you take a walk and see something you wish I could see, I will see it too. And at night, when you sleep, I'll be there too, and together, we shall build a majestic kingdom in your dreams.

Sleep well tonight, my darling. I'll see you soon.

[thy-kneecaps]

I'm Sensing a Theme Here.

I'm back to writing a recap blog! There's some UI, accessibility, and systems work that I go over this week. Feel free to check it out!

When I first started doing regular blog posts here, I was treating them as simple recaps of my week. As time went on, though, I discovered two things: The more work you get done in a week, the harder it is to coherently summarize everything you’ve done in under 10 pages. Writing a laundry list of every C# function you wrote is very, very boring. To me. And it’s probably not that interesting to…

[the-barrel-man]

Ice Cold Haircut 😆 pretty outrageous haircut

[humanoidhistory]

The first mobile phone call was made on this day in 1973. Martin Cooper, using a prototype of the Motorola DynaTAC, placed a call from the streets of New York to Bell Labs in New Jersey. The device was 9 inches tall, had a talk-time of 35 minutes, and took 10 hours to recharge.

[bee-capstone-blog]

Blog no.12 25/09/23

In the maramataka, it's a high-energy time to take action and be active. In my personal life, I'm very low energy and have been going through a hard time. Balancing these two energies is important with the upcoming workshops. Yasmin and I have reached out to our peers to get interested in our proposed craft workshops that we will use to enrich our capstones in different ways. I aim to get insights into the application of craft and connection. Up until now, I've been relying on personal experience and literature review, so it's integral to do some participatory design to make sure my concepts translate into actionable workshop design. Below is one of the posts we made to advertise the workshop.

[Image by Bee, texture by Yasmin, 2023]

Making the above image and some other variations was a great way to test how my visual guide can be applied in different formats.

Yasmin and I also translated our workshop plan into kōrero cards, which we can test during our workshop to see if they are an effective tool for advancing vulnerable conversations.

[Scans of kōrero cards, Bee & Yasmin, 2023]

It was interesting collaborating (or co-designing) with Yasmin, especially as we're doing very different projects. The common threads pulling us together (pun intended) of our connection to queerness and crafting allow me to see, tangibly, the wider context of my project and the ontology of queer creativity. We work well together, both motivated and passionate as well as being able to divide tasks in a way that feels fair to both of us.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Fiat X1/9 Spider, 1980, by Bertone. A fully convertible version of the X1/9 was prototyped but never put into production

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*