#anyways. they're like designed in a lab for me to like them

[mars-ipan]

running in circles bc i can't go look at all the fanart and fanfic yet because i have a whole second season to watch

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[keferon]

Chapter 3 of Blurr’s storyline in Mecha AU!

Previous chapter

“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”

Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers.

“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say

Under the cut⤵️

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It's Swindle's birthday.

He thinks it is.

He's pretty sure.

Since he was taken into the program, it's always hard to tell. It's like time flows differently here. He had a calendar, but Brawl put it somewhere a while ago and then forgot where it was. And they're not allowed to have phones yet. Though Swindle assumes Onslaught managed to steal one from someone anyway.

Shit. Where's the calendar?

Swindle remembers the date, but can't remember the month.

There's a strange static tingling sensation in the back of his head. If he turns his head too fast, it'll grow into an unpleasant pricking pain.

The last time in the lab was disgusting.

He can't remember what month it is. He's not even sure why it bothers him so much. Not that birthdays mean anything within the walls of the program.

He stops in the middle of the living room and looks around with a meticulous eye. He's already checked the beds, desk, and nightstands...hah.

“Hey have any of you seen my calendar?”

Vortex, sitting on top of the bunk bed shakes the ash off his cigarette right down into Blast Off's lap.

“Nope.”

“TEX YOU'RE LITTERING ON MY BED.”

“I could have ..torn it up” offers Brawl from across the room.

Swindle turns on his heels and angrily rests his arms at his sides.

“You tore it?”

“I might have,” Brawl scratches the back of his head.

Swindle pinches the bridge of his nose

That's fine. Not that he cares that much. Not that any celebration at all would save the crappy day.

He has some new “experimental” medical procedure scheduled for later, which generally means suffering. Or if he's lucky, some critter will attack the city and instead of squirming on the slab, he'll have to go cuddle with huge nasty beasts. Which is slightly better than the actual procedures. He'd like that to happen. If only his head would also stop buzzing....

“Happy birthday to me” Swindle thinks, sticking his Mech hand under the plates of a particularly ugly monster and pulling something disgustingly oozing green blood out of there. He can see the faces of the random gawkers who didn't have time to evacuate. Ooh, some of them got that nasty stuff on their faces. Swindle has no time to feel sorry for them.

The monster did attack, but it's entirely possible that this monster ended the last meager supply of luck Swindle had. Because somewhere. Something. In his head begins to hurt again and the world in front of his eyes begins to slowly blur and..

ahh FUCK….

The monster grabs him knocks him to the ground and Swindle can literally feel in his bones that something's wrong, but the data from his Mech doesn't give him any useful information. Which isn't that uncommon. These things are glitchy as hell and aren't designed to recognize anything but the most basic popular malfunctions.

The word “error” shines mockingly in his face. Blurring in his eyes and reflecting in red on his uniform.

Error, error, what the hell is this error. He needs to know what's wrong so he doesn't accidentally kill himself, but all this bucket offers him is oops. You're in trouble teeheee~

He can hear the sound of Blast Off's giant cannon in the distance. And the loud rumble where Vortex and Onslaught are trying to get out of the ring of monsters.

His Mech is unresponsive. His damn machine refuses to move and Swindle isn't quite sure if it's the Mech that's the problem, because his head feels like a piece of raw rotten meat and maybe the error meant that what's broken is him.

The monster leans over him, trying to rip off whatever it can rip off and thank god this thing apparently isn't smart enough to realize that the Mech is controlled from the head because it's aiming straight for his chest.

He needs to get out. If he can't get this thing to move, he needs to get the fuck out of it before the alien gets him.

He manages to open the emergency hatch and quietly slip out and ohhhh the world is spinning, this is not bloody good.

He manages to take a few steps before a loud B A N G comes from somewhere above and IS THAT A TRAIN???? Who in their right mind would think of using a fucking train as a throwing weapon???? Is that Brawl? It's got to be Brawl. Oh, Swindle is so gonna kill him.

Because (sadly) in addition to the monster, the train and Swindle, there's also physics involved in this circus.

So while the monster is effectively brought to rest and knocked sideways with a hole in it’s head, the train stops its forward motion and starts its downward motion.

Right onto Swindle's head.

He just has time to think that dying from a train falling out of the sky is a pretty creative death. His legs are shaking, his head is buzzing and he only manages to take half a sluggish step in an attempt to avoid the inevitable when a loud “MOVE” comes to his ears and something yanks him to the side.

The tug sends fire down his spine and head. The ensuing landing reverberates with pain in his shoulder and sides. He barely has time to process the first two sensations until a moment later he hears a rumble so deafening that he thinks his eardrums are about to burst.

Swindle props himself up on his elbows and hisses in pain as the movement causes the back of his head to sting.

“Ah I'll fuckin' kill him...”

A voice comes above him

“Ouw dude. You okay?”

There's.. Some teenager hovering over him. And behind him is lying...the wrecked train...right where Swindle himself was standing a second ago.

The strange teen frowns worriedly and pulls Swindle upright and drags him somewhere else

“Come on, it's best not to be in the open during monster attacks”

“Ah” thinks Swindle ”right. Without Mech you're a pathetic tiny piece of chop begging to be stomped on by Brawl.”

He tries to focus on balance so he doesn't hang too much on this kid.

They find the nearest unlocked door, which turns out to be the entrance to an underground bar.

“So” says the stranger, letting go of Swindle and shaking the dust off his hair ” You're a pilot! That's so cool, but you're kinda small for a pilot.”

Swindle sighs sullenly.

“I'll let you have that one comment about my height because you helped me, but next time you're dead.”

“Helped? I saved your ass.”

“Helped a lot” says Swindle grudgingly. “Thanks.”

The teen laughs and climbs into the bar. It's a mess everywhere, people clearly evacuated in a hurry and threw everything in haste.

“What's your name? Oh, or, wait. Do you guys use code names? I've heard pilots call each other by call signs, but half the time those call signs sound so dumb, I don't see how they can respond to that.”

He waits for the kid to cut off his flow of words to take a breath. Man, what a chatty boy.

“You can call me Swindle.”

“Kay” the kid pulls out a couple glasses ”I'm Blurr. Would you like something Swindle? I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty good at mixing cocktails.”

Swindle looks around the room suspiciously. The bar, even though it's underground, looks pretty good. Too good, in fact. The place is clearly not for the poor.

He walks over to the bar and climbs onto a bar stool. There's no one else in here but them, but the electricity is on so he doesn't doubt for a second that they're being filmed by a security camera right now. Maybe a few even.

Blurr throws him an expectant look.

Swindle pretends to go through his pockets. As if there could be money in them out of nowhere. Then he makes a comically confused face and spreads his hands.

“Oh, no, I think I left my millions at home. What's the cheapest thing you have?”

Blurr snorts.

“Ice is free.”

“I'll take the ice then” nods Swindle.

There is a loud rumbling sound above them. It must be Vortex having fun again bouncing on the aliens that have fallen to the ground, crushing their heads.

Swindle is just. He takes off his helmet, takes a glass of ice and presses it to his head enjoying the way the nasty buzzing recedes.

Blurr waits for the rumbling to recede before speaking again.

“But really. You're a pilot but...uh. Are you even old enough to drink?”

Swindle sends him his best grumpy look. It's not exactly a joke about his height, but it's damn close.

“Are you old enough to pour?”

“Sure,” says Blurr too fast for it to be true. If Swindle had to guess, he'd say the guy in front of him is no older than seventeen. The tattered jeans and the T-shirt with the F1 logo printed on it definitely don't help. And, hey, those headphones look very expensive. So do the sneakers. Kid's clearly from a wealthy family.

Blurr pulls out a bottle of syrup from somewhere and pours it straight into his mouth. Doesn't miss, which is amusing. Doesn't wince, which is frankly impressive. Swindle feels the unbearable sweetness just looking at him.

It suddenly hits him

“Hey, do you have a phone?”

“Sure,” Blurr pours himself more syrup. Swindle twitches.

“What's the day today?”

Blurr's mouth is full of an unimaginable amount of sugar, so he just pulls out his phone and turns its screen toward Swindle and oh...oh. He was wrong about the date. And the month, too. It's not his birthday. His birthday was a week ago...

Does that mean he must be nineteen now? Yeah, that makes him nineteen.

Blurr takes the phone back and slips it into his pocket.

“Your face looks funny.”

“I just realized it's my birthday today,” smiles Swindle.

“Oooooooohh~~~” rejoices Blurr ”Congratulations! It's kind of poetic that you almost died just today. Can you imagine how funny the numbers on your tombstone would have looked.”

Swindle chokes on air.

“That's certainly a very appropriate comment, thank you...”

“Sorry haha said without thinking.” Blurr reaches under the counter again and pulls out a bottle from there “Hey, they have more syrups!”

There's another loud rumble from upstairs.

Blurr presses his head into his shoulders and stares up at the ceiling as if hoping to see something through it.

Swindle puts his elbows and head on the tabletop

“Don't worry, it's just Brawl.”

Blurr doesn't take his eyes off the ceiling

“ You can tell that by the sound of falling concrete?”

Swindle lazily dangles his feet. The chair is high and even the toes of his shoes don't reach the floor.

“Brawl is the loudest. And the heaviest, too. He's always crashing into everything, throwing things and breaking things too. You can hear him a mile away.”

He pauses to listen

“And that kch-ooooooooomm is Blast Off's cannon. It's some super rare experimentally advanced one, so it sounds like something out of a space movie. He couldn't stop bragging about it for half a year when he got it.”

Blurr chuckles and leans his elbows on the counter, relaxing.

“ And this...uh...what's this?”

“That's Vortex, he's our local lunatic. Best not to listen too much to what he does, it's almost always disgusting in ways you would never even consider.”

Blurr makes a disgruntled face and is silent for a couple minutes.

“It's weird hearing you call them by their names. I mean, I kind of always knew Mechs were run by people but you guys are never seen, so most of the time it's just.. Huge robots and huge monsters. You know what I mean. I was actually surprised when I saw you get out of that Mech.”

Swindle just nods. Because, what else is there to add.

“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”.

Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers

“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say

Blurr doesn't seem to notice his glum mood

“Oh, hey. If it's no secret, why did you go into piloting in the first place?”

Because he had no choice? He can't answer that, that information isn't for civilians.

Because he didn't know what he was getting into until it was too late? That's not vague enough either.

Because he was up to his neck in debt and barely into college before a smiling man showed up on his doorstep and offered him good money if he agreed to a couple tests...?

“I had to do it for the people.” Swindle decides to repeat a line of propaganda.

“Ohhhh.... That's...a good reason. The monsters are disgusting, of course. But the reason is cool.”

Swindle just. Holds his glass of melting ice, listens to Blurr's mutterings, and enjoys the peace. This random teenager is not his superior or colleague and has nothing to do with the organization at all. Swindle doesn't have to remember to salute or follow orders or fear being reported to his superiors.

He can just. Be.

Just him and his free ice and his saved for free life.

That's. Sweet.

Blurr's drinking syrup again.

...and a little disgusting.

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Brawl jumps out of bed, hits his head on a shelf hanging on the wall and drops everything on it onto Blast Off's head

“Swindle!!!” yells Brawl.

“Why are these books sticky???” shrieks Blast Off.

“You don't wanna know~” giggles Vortex.

Swindle sighs.

“You're alive!!!” ignores Blast Off Brawl's complaints. And a second later runs up and pulls Swindle off the floor in a crushing bear hug.

Behind them, Blast Off, with his face wrinkled in disgust, gathers all the dropped books back onto the shelf.

Swindle wheezes pathetically and slaps Brawl's arm with his palm, either to reciprocate the gesture or to beg for mercy

“Br...khaaaaah...Brawl I can't breathh.”

“OH. I'm uh. Here. Wait.”

Brawl puts him back on the floor and runs back to the shelf.

Onslaught, who has peeked into the room, puts a hand on Swindle's shoulder

“You've been gone a long time. Boss said you tried to escape.”

His tone isn't judgmental. And not pressuring. Not even questioning, but Swindle knows Onslaught wants more information. Swindle clutches a piece of napkin with a phone number in his pocket and smiles weakly.

“I've found a...friend? I think?”

Onslaught nods. In a manner that only he knows how to do. Not giving an opinion, not encouraging or condemning. Just taking in the information. Swindle admires him for that.

Behind them, Brawl pulls some piece of paper out from under the books that have just been put away and drops them again

“FUCK!” yells Blast Off. Vortex just starts hooting like a hyena.

“Hey Swindle I found the calendar!” yells Brawl waving the paper.

Swindle frowns in surprise.

“It's a different calendar...”

“I found you a new one.” nods Brawl.

“...Why...is it...it's torn in half?”

“It had stupid flowers drawn on it, so I ripped them off. And I accidentally ripped off more than I needed.”

“Ah,” says Swindle, clutching the calendar, ”That's...Thanks. I forgive you for losing the previous one.”

Behind them, Blast Off is trying to strangle Vortex with a jacket.

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Blurr waves his arms happily like a hyperactive windmill.

“Swindle!!!”

Swindle smiles and adjusts his glasses

“Your party can be seen from across city.”

“I know~~” primps Blurr “Are you hungry? There was a snack table around here somewhere.”

“I didn't bring any money.” lies Swindle.

“Hey man, it's a party. Help yourself, it's free.”

“Оh.” Swindle's mood instantly brightens. “All right, then.”

“You look terrible” Blurr decides to share.

Swindle, busy shoveling food into his pockets, nods.

“I've had a rough week. Actually, it'd be cool if you didn't tell anyone you saw me here. I'm kind of not supposed to be here.”

He doesn't elaborate.

Blurr is a civilian. In his mind, a rough week is rude people or an exam or bad weather. Swindle's bad week is strap marks on his wrists and double vision. It's nausea from injections and sleepless nights because Vortex won't stop screaming in his sleep.

Blurr doesn't know that. With him, Swindle can pretend to be somewhat normal.

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“Heeeeey“ says Blurr ‘I haven't seen you in a long time~"

“That” thinks Swindle ”is a pretty standard phrase for both of them.

Blurr looks older. Taller too. He was taller than Swindle before, but now that difference is starting to look almost comical. He's also flaunting a cast on his arm.

“Did you get hurt?”

“Didn't make a turn at training” waves Blurr off “It's no big deal. Wanna go find something to eat?”

Blurr is always trying to feed him, Swindle notices over time. Offers him drinks or snacks or whatever.

“ I like your uh..cap?”

“I got a promotion” Swindle smiles proudly “Me and the guys were made a special group...actually you're not allowed to know more than that, so you'll have to take my word for it when I say we are officially cool.”

He purposely adjusts his cap by the brim so Blurr can get a good look at it.

Blurr makes a delighted sound. Something between a “wow” and a giggle. He generally makes a lot of sounds all the time. Tapping his fingers on every hard surface, stomping in place like he's always late for something, laughing, whistling, clicking his tongue. A human orchestra.

__________

Onslaught sits down next to Swindle and clutches his hands in his lap in front of him. This makes the bed legs squeak pitifully. Onslaught has grown surprisingly large. He can almost rival Brawl in height already. Most people find that intimidating, but Swindle just thinks Onslaught is like a wall. A big, solid concrete wall that's so good to hide behind.

“Be careful with what you tell this guy.”

“Don't worry” says Swindle ”He's not the type of friend you tell secrets to. He's just a fun dude who's great to hang out with.”

Onslaught hums.

“And who feeds you for free.”

“If that's how you're trying to ask me to share, you're not doing a very good job.”

Vortex snaps his fingers as he walks past them

“Hey Swindler, the lab is closed for today. It's your day off.”

“Wha...”

Onslaught tilts his head.

“Vortex. What did you do?”

“I spat in their dna sample vault” proudly proclaims Vortex “and didn't tell them exactly where.”

-----———————-

Blurr frowns.

“Hey...are you okay?”

“No” thinks Swindle.

“My friend died” he says instead.

He's not okay. He feels like an animal caught in a beartrap, trying to chew off its own paw to get free.

Except the trap is closed around Swindle's head and it's not a body part he can afford to lose.

There's been a lot of talk. Even more rumors. Swindle listened but tried not to believe.

And then one of pilots, Shockwave… was taken to the lab and brought back a different damn man and it felt like Swindle had the rug pulled out from under his feet with hot coals underneath.

Because Swindle's boss, with his stupid, rehearsed smile, started writing reports about how “human personality flaws are something that can be fixed. That challenging behavior is something that can be repaired with tools.

Blurr freezes.

“Who?”

“Vortex.”

Because of course it's Vortex. Talented but difficult to handle. Powerful but uncontrollable.

They wanted a pilot who would be a beast on the battlefield and a loyal dog on base. And who else would be a more ideal test subject than him?

Vortex was being very rude that day, even by Vortex standards. Yelling and swearing and throwing things around. Kept saying that no shitty lab could make him “a fucking puppet.”

Scratching the stitches on his head until he started leaving a trail of blood behind him.

He went on a mission.

And never came back.

The reports said it was all the monsters' fault. That Vortex was unstable. That the accident had nothing to do with the new technology. But it was nevertheless suspended.

Swindle is both bitter and amused by this. Vortex would eat the same monsters for breakfast any other day. The bastard was unkillable.

“Oh my god” says Blurr “I'm so sorry to hear that.”

He says something else. Probably comforting. About how Vortex died protecting people, maybe. About Vortex being a hero.

“Vortex,” thinks Swindle, ”loved life. He loved adrenaline and danger and pain and thrill and fear, but he never wanted to die. They did something to him. Something that made him go over the edge.”

Vortex got his head in the trap and ripped it off to escape it.

Swindle knows him and the others are next. And knows that no one but themselves can help them.

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Blast Off seems...very quiet. He could never stop complaining about Vortex before. Yelling about the garbage. Resenting the unmade bed and the cigarette ashes.

Vortex's bed remains unmade.

Blast Off regularly cleans everything up, but never wipes away the little circles of ash from the places where Vortex used to put out cigarettes on the furniture.

Onslaught puts his hand on Swindle's shoulder and squeezes. Not hard. Just enough for Swindle to register the gesture as important.

Standing nearby, Blast Off lights a cigarette and leans on Onslaught.

“Ons told me about your plan. I want to join in.”

“What kind of plan? Can I get involved?” inquires Brawl.

Onslaught sighs.

“Repeat after me - I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”

“I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”

“Good job” nods Onslaught “From now on, every time they ask you any - listen. Any! Question about us, you will answer them with this phrase.”

“Got it,” grins Brawl.

Swindle smiles.

“Gentlemen, it's time to violate all that is written, and rewrite all that is violated.”

__________________

Blurr lazily takes his eyes off the phone. He's wearing a racing suit and tons of hairspray. He's shiny and gleaming like a fine collectible figurine that should be on the shelf of an expensive exhibit. He's also bored.

“Sorry buddy, the interview is long over, if you have any questions you'll have to pay for the session.”

Swindle smiles.

“How about one tiny little question?”

Blurr makes funny big eyes.

“SWINDLE!!! I haven't seen you in a thousand years! You...oh I didn't recognize you haha sorry. Nice coat. You quit being a pilot?”

Swindle proudly adjusts his glasses. He's wearing a brand-new, ironed shirt that's exactly his size. Nice neat tie, expensive coat. Swindle isn't surprised Blurr didn't recognize him immediately. Sometimes he looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize himself. After all those years of wearing the pilot's uniform, he felt almost attached to it. And yet here he is.

“You could say I moved.” he winks snarkily, “Up. All the Mechs you see on the streets now are my Mechs~”

Blurr completely forgets about his phone.

“REALLY?? Oh man congrats to you!”

“Thanks” nods Swindle ”You want something to drink? I'm buying.”

———————-

Onslaught adjusts his tie. It's still, years later, a little strange to see him in a uniform instead of a pilot's suit.

“You do realize it's going to be hard to find a person like that, right? We need someone famous enough to be effective and dumb enough to want to save mankind instead of sunbathing on a yacht.”

Swindle adjusts his glasses and leans back in his chair.

Someone outgoing so they can quickly befriend all the right people. Handsome enough to have their face printed on a poster. Smart just enough not to say too much. And not associated with Mecha program so they can't be accused of trying to get promoted through their acquaintances.

Someone who already has everything but still willing to put themselves at risk for the cause.

“You know, I think I have a possible candidate.”

[tootalltech]

okay so like. lab rats: bionic island is not real, season 4 is the worst one, it's very disorganized, etc etc yes BUT. i think the angst potential of the bionic soldiers was very interesting and so under-explored.

bc like. what the hell happened with all these kids? krane basically just kidnapped them, wiped their memories, and implanted them with bionics, right? and then controlled all of them with the triton app. that's just crazy to me. bc it's like. none of these kids are like adam, bree, and chase at all when it comes down to it. they had actual families. they were not MADE to be bionic. there's a line that i keep thinking about from bob that's like "i keep asking them where they grew up, but they all just say, 'i don't know, i don't remember'!". that's so sad to me. they had families and lives that they just may never find their way back to.

and this all makes it even more depressing that they consider krane their father in bionic rebellion (sebastian especially). these are just random fucking kids. who maybe just got unlucky and were randomly picked by krane to be part of his army, or maybe were chosen for some particular reason (which is honestly kind of worse bc if any of them realized there was actually a reason, that just makes it feel more like it was somehow their fault even though it wasn't). but in the end none of these kids are related to each other, at all. they consider themselves to kind of be one big group of siblings now, but that's only because they were all put through the same trauma. and also. if they were chosen by krane for a reason. then what the fuck happened with characters like spin? or bob? they're both so young. why would krane have picked them? it gets more disturbing the more you think about it. they also are all probably not going by the names their parents gave them either. because they all got renamed to designations (S1, S2) and then renamed again when krane stopped controlling them.

and finally on the note of them not being made to be bionic the way adam, bree, and chase were: that is its own angst potential. i think the showrunners kind of forgot that they established that about the chips, that adam bree and chase can't even switch chips for a day without messing things up because they aren't built to handle each others chips. if that's really the case, then some random teenagers probably also can't handle being implanted with bionic chips? they should all be experiencing a lot more difficulties due to that. it would be fun for the difference between all of them and abc to be highlighted in a way that is not just "abc are old models" anyway. because given the actual lore of the show, no, they're probably NOT old, they're the only ones whose chips WORK PROPERLY ALL THE TIME. krane got his technology from douglas. he doesn't know how to do bionics himself, and he would not be able to make it work correctly with kids he pulled off the streets once douglas left. there's just no way.

okay thanks bionic soldiers rant over.

[half-deadmagicperson]

If you're still looking for art prompts, perhaps grayghost reversed? Halfa!Val and hunter!danny

Let me tell y'all about the absolute tangent I went down when developing this lol

Part 2

So basically, when I got this ask I was like "That's such a fun prompt!", and got to work on designing Halfa!Val and Hunter!Danny. While working on the designs I had the question of 'What exactly would cause Valerie to be a half ghost?' followed by 'Why would Danny start hunting her?' which led me to develop a storyline (that has probably happened somewhere on the Internet (I'm not sure tho)) that I'm dubbing: Axiom AU.

The story goes as follows:

Valerie was with her dad at Axiom Labs (maybe it was bring your child to work day) and at some point she went to go find the restroom (or something), made a wrong turn, and accidentally found herself in a secret lab in the building.

The secret lab (which is totally not funded by Dalv co, what are you talking about?) has a ghost portal (based off stolen blueprints) that was built and ready to go, but something wasn't working. Valerie was curious, went to explore, and Tada: new half-ghost was born!

Like the show, the ghosts start coming through, except no one (minus Valerie) knows where they're coming from. Valerie takes it upon herself to fight the ghosts as Apparition (took the name to explain the Axiom logo on her suit).

Similar to how she is in the show, Valerie is more of a shoot first, ask questions later. She doesn't really take the time to learn about the ghosts until later on. She does her best not to hurt humans (even Catcher).

Between ghost fights and trying to find out what she can about Axiom, her grades started slipping and her friends (the A-Listers) are growing tired of her frequent absences. The school gives her a math tutor: the social outcast, Danny Fenton.

Danny Fenton hates ghosts. Well, he doesn't necessarily think they're evil like his parents say, but he hates them. His parents spend all their time studying ghosts and working on their stupid inventions. Most recently, his parents managed to punch a hole into the 'Ghost Zone' in their basement. While making the portal, they noticed a design flaw in their blueprints which took even more time away from their children. Jazz basically raised him.

Danny is wicked smart (and since he doesn't have to fight ghosts or learn new ghost powers, his grades are pretty high.) Mr. Lancer offered him a paid tutor position to teach science and math to struggling students. (Including A-Listers, like Valerie Gray)

When the ghosts started coming through, Danny's parents grew even more obsessed with their work, primarily targeting Apparition. Danny grew tired of it, thinking that if he caught Apparition, his parents might pay attention to him and Jazz again.

Danny begins his ghost hunter arc by inventing his own tech and incorporating his parents tech (along with the jumpsuit they made him). He becomes known as the Catcher. (Cause he catches ghosts in a thermos).

Anyways, the two fight a lot until eventually one day Danny catches Valerie and turns her over to his parents, only to find out it never fixed his problems. Danny saves Val, and the two work on restoring the relationship that developed while Danny was tutoring her.

There's more parts to this story, especially involving Vlad, but here's the basics!

[suzukiblu]

Day seventeen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I think it's pretty normal to give someone a phone when you want to talk to them,” Tim lies. Bruce gives the other Bats burners sometimes, though. And also communicators. And Robin’s loaned plenty of allies communicators before, including Superboy. So it's normal in their circles, whether Kon actually knows they're both in said circles or not. 

“. . . I like the green one,” Kon says after a moment, which is a little bit of a surprise. It's a nice sort of deep, leafy color, Tim guesses, but he would've expected Kon to go for black or red or blue; maybe yellow. 

He wonders how green Hawaii is, come to think of it. 

And how much green Kon regularly sees these days, living underground in a lab. 

“Okay,” he says, then gestures towards the phone case display with his smoothie. “Let's get you a screen protector and a case too, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to,” Kon says. “I mean, I am gonna have my TTK on it.” 

“Yeah, but that only works if nobody knocks it off the table or something when you’re not holding it,” Tim says. “Besides, better safe than sorry, right?” 

“Um, okay,” Kon says. Tim leads him over to the phone cases, and Kon glances them over indecisively, clearly paying more attention to the price tags than personal preference. Tim decides distraction is the better part of valor, in this case. 

“I don’t recommend anything superhero-themed, for the record,” he jokes. Kon snorts. 

“That’s called a feint, thank you very much,” he informs him mock-primly. “Nobody’d think a superhero would actually have the balls to go around with a superhero-themed phone case.” 

“They’d think Superboy would,” Tim says in amusement. 

“. . . okay, fair,” Kon allows, making a face at himself. Tim laughs. 

“How about that one?” he suggests, pointing towards the second-most expensive one on the rack–so Kon will know money isn’t a concern, but also so Kon won’t realize he’s specifically doing it to make sure he knows money isn’t a concern. 

“It looks like a tire tread,” Kon says wryly, which is a fair assessment. It’s one of the heavy-duty cases, so it’s pretty bulky as it is, and the pattern on it is a little tire-like. 

“The ones down here have glitter, if that’s more your thing,” Tim replies in amusement, pointing again. 

“Glitter is more my thing,” Kon says, leaning over to peer down at the indicated row. Tim probably should’ve expected that response, considering, except also he would absolutely never have expected Kon to willingly admit to liking glitter. At least not without being concussed first. “Hmmmmm.” 

“That's a nice one,” Tim says. Kon’s looking at a green and blue case with bright gold glitter swirled all over it in abstract designs; it looks a bit like ocean water, if you look at it the right way. It’s definitely not going to be anywhere near as durable as the tire tread one would, but Tim isn’t particularly concerned about that anyway. He was gonna get accident insurance no matter what. Statistically speaking, Kon will probably go through more than a few of these. He hasn't had the same phone for longer than three months since starting up as Robin. Something always seems to happen to them. Usually a supervillain. 

“Too bad they don’t have anything with a cute little goat on it,” Kon jokes as he straightens back up, regrettably letting go of Tim's hand to take the green and blue glitter-case off the wall. “You know, commemorate our first date and all.” 

“That was not our first date,” Tim says, mildly disgruntled but mostly flustered by the idea. “I'd have planned a date a lot better than those morons planned their dumb heist. And bought you something from the gift shop, if nothing else.” 

“Could've just kept the goat, I guess, but Superman would've made me give it back anyway,” Kon muses idly as he looks over the case in his hand and takes another sip of his smoothie. “This is for the right model, right?” 

“Should be,” Tim says, though he double-checks anyway. “Yeah, no, you're good. Lemme go grab a clerk so we can get the plan set up. We'll just go through my name, I can probably set up autopay for the bill easier that way.” 

“Um, sure,” Kon says, biting his lip for a moment and then glancing sidelong at him. “So is this our first date, then?” 

“No,” Tim says, though technically it probably is. But given how Kon’s been acting about the idea that Tim would actually be interested in dedicating actual time and attention to him–“I'll take you somewhere nice for that.” 

“Somewhere nice?” Kon says, hiding a very unsubtle grin behind the phone case. It'd work better if his stupid pretty eyes weren't sparkling for it, Tim thinks in resigned accusation. Kon doesn’t ask what “somewhere nice” means, but Tim is already trying to figure out what restaurants he knows that might appeal to Kon’s palate. If he likes Hawaiian flavors . . . there’s some Asian influence in that, right? He thinks, anyway. Japanese, at least. Maybe Filipino? Polynesian? Any other influences or parallel cuisines he’d have to look up to figure out, though. 

Tim knows absolutely no Filipino or Polynesian restaurants, much less actually authentic Hawaiian ones. He could definitely do Japanese, though. Japanese would be easy. Just going to a restaurant isn’t much of a date, probably, and he can’t take Kon on patrol or anything like he and Steph used to do, but they could maybe go shopping in a nicer boutique or something? Or go to a museum for actual entertainment instead of just business, if Kon would be interested in something like that. Admittedly, it’s hard to picture him being particularly into museums as a concept, but it might be worth a try. 

Maybe he’d like the aquarium or planetarium more than something involving art or history or science, though. Those are a little cooler than just wandering through a bunch of random exhibits, Tim thinks. Or at least, they might appeal more to Kon. The ocean, or stars and planets, or . . . like, whatever, he guesses. 

He’ll have to do some recon, probably. Light interrogation. Figure out what Kon would be the most interested in. 

Or they could just go to the beach. It’d require a little bit of travel on his part, but likely wouldn’t be a big deal for Kon; he could just fly. Though in retrospect Kon’s probably spent about half his life on a beach, so maybe that’s not interesting enough. And the Jersey Shore probably wouldn’t measure up to Hawaii in his eyes, either. 

Hm. Yeah, Tim's definitely going to have to do some recon. 

Tim is possibly putting in too much effort here, considering Kon is going to lose interest in actually flirting with him in about five minutes. Kon never seems to really properly date anyone, as far as Tim's seen; just flirt around a lot. So he should be prioritizing shopping and apartment hunting, really, before Kon gets bored of the flavor of the week and wanders off. 

Tim Drake is not exactly an exciting date, so . . . yeah, Tim’s not expecting Kon to stay interested for long. He’s just got to take advantage of it for as long as it lasts to leverage Kon into letting him buy him that cul-de-sac and go from there, that’s all. Kon seems to stay friendly with the girls he flirts with even after things fizzle out or fail to go anywhere, so he assumes it won’t be any different with Tim Drake. As long as Kon’ll let him keep paying his way, that’s all that’s going to matter. 

Tim is really going to need to frontload that, though. Establish him paying for Kon as the new status quo very quickly and get Kon used to it before he loses interest in him, so he won’t feel awkward about accepting it by then. Or so Tim will already have signed all the paperwork and it’ll be too late for Kon to protest; whichever. 

He’s definitely going to have to frontload it.

[pipileo]

NEWEST ROACH LORE UPDATE!

well, first of all, i gave their creator an official design. so theres that. but also, he's a bit more prevalent in the story, too.

WALL OF TEXT INBOUND!!!!

Meet Edwin Frank. He's the official creator of the roaches that you might find attacking pedestrians on the street. Now, I've explained a long time ago that the roaches got out due to their original larvae getting lost due to a car crash during transportation, and that is still very much the case! But I've made their creator a bigger influence in the story, so some things were bound to change from it.

Edwin Frank is a scientist who often does little experiments at his own home before taking things to a professional laboratory. One day, he sees an ordinary cockroach fall into a glass filled with chemicals, and watches as it begins to walk on its hind legs. He gets an idea. He spends about a month trying to develop a brand new species of cockroach, and after several failed attempts, he finally gets a larvae that's much larger than any regular one. Bingo, he's done it. Now all he needs to do is take the larvae to a professional laboratory to conduct safer examinations.

While driving the larvae to the nearby lab, his truck gets into a crash, and the roach larvae fall into the sewers and get carried away by doodoo water currents, which made it impossible to recover them before they hatched. So Edwin waited. Edwin waited until the roaches were found and eventually covered on Live Television. After about a month, the news began to talk about a brand new species of "alien cockroaches" causing trouble in the suburbs, and Edwin went out to go grab some of his creations for some studies. yes that means he abducted a few roaches to experiment on

Because Edwin already knew what genetic material the roaches were using, his studies were a lot more detailed than other scientists, and led to more discoveries and breakthroughs. Edwin gave the world some pointers on how to avoid being killed by roaches, and that was to smack them with something blunt, heavy, and hard. But after that, he kept everything else to himself. He figured out how to completely PACIFY a roach, but never told the world how to do so, despite it being something that could literally save THOUSANDS of people. He genuinely didn't care. He told people, "By the time I'm dead, you'll already have it figured out. So get to thinking, and leave me and my roaches be."

Edwin's Three Personal Roaches are completely docile. They don't attack, cause mischief, or anything. They're fairly obedient, and listen to many of Edwin's orders, as if they're his servants. One of the secrets behind this pacification business lies within the eldest roach. The eldest roach was trained to be docile since they were a baby, and set an example for any roaches that joined Edwin's crew from that point on. However, for whatever reason, the eldest roach is... very unhappy growing up being docile. Wonder why that is. Probably something about their nature or something. (who wanna ask hmu)

The younger two roaches in Edwin's crew may look like regular roaches that love to cause trouble, but that's only because their nature prevents them from simply looking and acting formal. They're obedient and harmless, sure, but they're still very energetic just like any other roach, and therefore it's impossible to keep them standing still. You can take away their hostility, but not their boundless energy. So, take it or leave it.

ANYWAYS!! There it is. Edwin is the newest addition to the Roach Rave universe, and he's actually the first true HUMAN oc of mine to be posted to Tumblr. I don't do humans very often, so, HE'S DIFFERENT!!!! hes an old guy too. VERY DIFFERENT!!!!

THANKS FOR READING OK BYE!!!! LOVE YIU

[yukkoislost]

i am BACK GODDDAMN sorry no magical girls or md omori to be seen atm 😞 i have ocs tho LMAO

listened to my heart?? and decided to draw ocs before i go absolutely insane. i mean i have three perfectly fine md ocs to work on so i might as well

i never did tell you what i had planned for asta huh

oc dump below cut that no one asked for <3

the three musketeers of my account HDJEHDHS

allow me to introduce them properly, i guess?¿ they each have their own individual posts but those posts were kinda rough around the edges,,

ASTA ✨

asta is my first (disregarding older ocs) md oc i've made. she's ridiculously smart (for the most part) but is also inherently a scaredy cat. she hates change and hates the unknown, sticking to a routine that she's used to for comfort.

like doll, she doesn't have her parents anymore and they're also partly the reason she doesn't have a courage. her parents' death had killed her curious spirit. they had always been more overprotective of her, considering they had both escaped unscathed out of the cabin fever labs situation.. (070 and 072, working on that) if asked, her strongest emotion is Fear. she's allowed it to control her life so much she doesn't know what it's like to live, despite being alive. because of this, even though she had been offered a spot with the cheerleaders, she didn't take it as it would mean a deviation from her comforting routine.

of course, her routine can't last forever. life in the bunker is boring but it was safe, and that's all she needed. (going into how she would be a part of the story? in progress though) she and uzi never knew each other personally. she sat at the back of the class while uzi was towards the front. she preferred not sitting too close to her because of her, uh, personality and actions? either way, she doesn't feel safe with uzi around because of uzi's inventive mind, and her tendency to do and create dangerous things (e.g., her sick as hell railgun. and also the whole braiden thing). asta wasn't necessarily shunned, she just had a small group of friends that she preferred sticking to (until doll killed them in the days going onto the promening)

getting the absolute solver string was NOT on her to-do list, but as mentioned, routine doesn't last forever. she hated the solver string and actively tried to ignore it, but it was difficult because if fucked with her systems and caused her to crave oil (which is a whole other thing and also the point where she finally accepted that she can't keep brushing away what she doesn't want to face). did i also mention she hears the solver's voice in the back of her head, because yeah that happens.

either way, since gaining the solver's string, she is also made aware that uzi and doll both had it but didn't try to reach out for help, still strongly controlled by her fear. my plan for asta was similar to how nori was the solver's secondary host (since cyn wasn't on copper-9 at the time), she would become puppet to the absolute solver, and in turn the third official host because of how lowkey she was and doll and uzi not knowing she had the solver. naturally, asta hated the idea of becoming a pet for the solver and constantly tries to override the solver's control on her (eventually succeeding. it leads the solver to want her death because it fears that asta will take over)

this is all canon divergence ofc :3

SERIAL DESIGNATION E 🐾

my second md oc, and first and only disassembly drone oc (for now? maybe haven't decided). serial designation E (also known as E or cerberus) is the outcast of his three-drone-squad. he had once tried to fit in better with the rest of his peers but after the first attempt, decided that it was too bothersome and they didn't deserve him anyway. or, that's how he phrased it in his lonesome.

he's the laziest of the bunch and hates any extra movement, preferring to kill prey quickly than to draw it out and have fun. he only hunts when his oil levels go down to 15% and if given the choice, he would've chosen to not need to eat at all. he isolates himself and has a small space set up away from the pod and essentially, his squad.

he didn't always used to be like this though, as mentioned whenever he tried his best to fit in with the rest, he did work hard. it wasn't enough though (nothing ever is). outcasted for his strange feature of having three nanite tails instead of one, he was always made fun of and in the beginning was also nicknamed Dog by his two other squad members since he wanted so bad to feel like he was needed and important to them, to the point he would willingly have done anything for them. but that was in the past. there's no point.

as a butler in the elliot manor, he has occasionally come across J, V, N and cyn. hard not to when they hang around the young mistress so often, especially J as her personal maid.. or something. he doesn't remember too well. much like his currently disassembly drone self, he took whatever shortcut he could find back in the mansion. he isn't a good person. he wasn't good then, and certainly isn't any better now. maybe a little. back in the manor, he hated doing work. he severely lacks motivation and seriously can't find a reason that he should be bothered other than the humans could kill him, or whatever. it didn't matter, or maybe it did? he wants to live (does he?) he doesn't remember.

anyway. that life is far behind him now. his squad was sent to copper 9 by JcJenson in spaaaaaaaaace (i forgot how many A's were in the space) to clear out the worker drones of course. he's got a chunk of missing memory somewhere in his head.. somewhere dark and somewhere fleshy. probablly not important. he remembers his quad but he can't find them, only alerted that a new pod and three new disassembly drones had landed– J, V and N (where was the other one? who was the other one? someone is not missing)

the forest breathes life into the dead landscape.

how long had he been asleep for?

OCTAVIERY 🦉

the oc that y'all would be familiar with. octaviery has more posts than asta and E combined (i think). the accidentally acquired child of N and uzi somewhere within the events of cabin fever

the good, quiet child of nuzi,, if you disregard his love for 'extreme sports' (read climbing into places he doesn't belong, and eventually getting stuck like an idiot). since his parents are both verbally loud and open, he never really had to ask for anything himself because his psuedo-parents dealt with it for him, leaving him to be the only introverted person of their small family.

he grows faster than a normal drone would, and thus reaches the age of a young teenager even while uzi is still in school. (yes, he is, in fact, taller than uzi. not taller than N though)

he doesn't know his true purpose.

AND THEN I GOT LAZY TO TYPE🤞

[radioinactivity]

Been thinking about Fallout 4 again and I've always wondered what is the minimum number of changes you could make to the plot so it would at least be cohesive and I think I've got it:

The Institute are isolationists pursuing immortality.

Add a little backstory that they tried to share their technology with the rest of the Commonwealth like 75 years after the bombs dropped and the Wastelanders tried to kill them to take all of it. So they decided to lock themselves in CIT to keep doing mad science, intent on outliving the "savages" on the outside.

The current generation of Synths are replacing people in order to keep the Commonwealth politically unstable so they can't unify and potentially raid CIT again. Importantly: the Institute cannot be influenced to stop this strategy. You can convince some members of the Board but not the guy in charge of defense, he will always insist that their survival hinges on the Commonwealth staying uniquely chaotic.

Synths themselves are the result of their pursuing immortality via test bodies but they're imperfect (ie failures)- rad resistant, disease resistant, age slowly but they're sterile (kinda like a fun parallel to super mutants in FO1 wow imagine that). So the Institute uses them as a slave class and as infiltrators so they don't go to waste.

The Railroad are all synths using old world spy shit they've learned and stumbled on (ie the DIA facility under the Slocum's Joe) to try and liberate the other Synths in the Institute. This is why they're kind of bad at the Spy Shit until the Sole Survivor shows up. That's it. That's the only change.

Tbh the Brotherhood is Fine. Maybe bring back the cut ending where you can ice Maxson and put Danse in charge. The Minutemen are also Fine but I think taking back Quincy and making it a settlement should have been part of the plot. Preston deserved that closure it's weird he didn't get it.

And finally: The Sole Survivor is another synth let loose on the Wasteland who just THINKS they're a prewar parent looking for their baby. This is the ideal justification for the player to either faithfully pursue their lost kid OR fuck around and build shacks OR be a force of Chaos upon the Commonwealth. Either the programming worked really well or it didn't.

None of this fundamentally changes the structure of Fallout 4, and really you can't do much about some of the stupider shit, but at least this gives the Evil Faction some tangible ideology that make sense. And I think if the Institute has understandable motivations, everything else clicks into place a little more neatly. Sidenote: this whole silly thought experiment is based off the notion of like. Only using what Fallout 4 already gives us. Think of it as the design document for a Main Story mod where the goal is to make as few changes to the base game as possible to make everything cohere.

Anyways Fallout 4's missed potential was created in a lab to drive me specifically insane

[sillyandquest]

WOOOOOOOO!!!!

It's Megaman's birthday today and y'know what I decided to do?

Make a post about my au about Roll. XD

Well, sort of.

Fr though, I really do love the Megaman franchise. It's one of the main reasons I draw today and want to get better at story telling. I honestly would've made a full drawing instead of a handful of doodles, but life gets busy and I need my sleep.

Anyways, last time I posted I showed you guys this design I came up with for Roll's armor.

This time though, I wanna talk a bit more about Rock's part in the au because despite what I say, he is still a main character in the au.

Doodles under the cut.

First I had to get a good grasp on who Rock is as a character before figuring out what he'd be like in the au. Canonically, he's a kind, courageous boy, with a strong sense for justice and is very polite towards others but is a little naive.

With that in mind I think he'd largely be the same in the au, only difference being he's more protective of Roll and does his best to be the responsible one. However being responsible does mean he's a rule follower, it makes Rock feel guilty.

Despite the new protective streak though, Rock definitely knows Roll's willingness to wreck Wily's newest machines like there's no tomorrow, which does worry him a bit, but he's very glad she's on his side.

This actually brings up a theme I want to incorporate: opposites complimenting each other.

Rock truly believes in Dr. Light's dream and wants it to become reality, on the flipside, Roll's more concerned with things happening in the moment. Rock absolutely hates fighting, Roll finds it fun. Rock is more quick to accept obstacles as they are, meanwhile Roll always looks for another way.

That last thing actually leads me to bringing up an old concept from an entirely different au. Because Roll always looks for another solution, what if she managed to befriend some of the bosses from some of the games?

Rock wants to stop fighting and actively tries to dissuade the robots he fights, but accepts it as inevitable because he doesn't see another option. Roll however is more empathic to other robots issues and unlike Rock is too stubborn to give up on finding a different way. Through her empathy, Roll may be able to dissuade robots from fighting by reaching out a helping hand.

Obviously, this doesn't work for every robot master, but it will work for some, and it's this that gives Rock hope throughout the many battles he and Roll find themselves in.

It's the main reason he keeps putting the armor back on when Wily comes back with another plot. As long as Rock has Roll to fight alongside, there will always be another way. Maybe one of those ways will lead to the peace they both want.

That's just Rock for now, there's still even more to think of. Like Protoman.

Much like Rock, Protoman is largely unchanged with the only difference being that he is more willing to show up and spend time with Rock and Roll in a mentor sort of role.

This is because with both of them in active fighting roles, they're gonna need some training. This happens after the twins beat Wily as a team for the first time, so before or after MM3. Blues helps Rock with aim and difficult jumps, while he helps Roll come up with new ways to use her broom. They all also do team exercises so they can fight more effectively, but they don't always accomplish their goals. Blues is a tough teacher and the twins ended up running back to Light Labs after one of them collapsed during training.

They were so freaked out after the first few times it happened. One time they both passed out during training, dw Blues carried them home as a good big brother should.

There's still more to think of with this au. I have a lot in mind, including merging this au with that Megaman X au I've been thinking about. Y'all will probably know which one it is, I have very few au's here.

Overall, Rock and Roll both want peace between humans and robots, they just have different mindsets that influence how they go about it individually. That's why I think it's so important that they fight together.

With that said enjoy this final doodle of Megaman and Sunstar. I like to think that Rock, with Roll and Rush's support, managed to find a way to save Sunstar in this au and the two became buddies.

Sunstar really likes his little friend, but not nearly as much as Mercury likes Roll

She's his favorite.

[poseidonsseaglass]

Okay so basically I really only have a very very rough draft of the AU... plus some character design ideas... and like ONE name LMAO.. but anywho.

Basically, the AU takes place after the events of TFA. However, Prowl is NOT dead because..well I love him and I say so Also Team Prime is still located on Earth because the big threats never stop ig...Maybe I'll come up with a real reason later..

It focuses on an intel agent with the given designation "Comet" (whos not very good at her job) finding some old experiments in an closed-off lab/quarters. She originally goes to the closed-off area, which just so happened to be "Long-arm Prime's" office-thing idk to destroy Decepticon data and any blackmail on Sentinel because ofc he would do that. She finds what shes looking for and destroys it, but then she finds unfinished and scrapped files and experiments. She figures "Hey, he's not gonna need them anymore...and Sentinel didn't tell me to destroy them..." so she just takes them to study.

She successfully sneaks the data back to her home, and moves the data to where she has a mini-lab (a decommissioned spaceship.) because shes always liked science (😞) and begins trying to finish what Shockwave started. She uncovers the data from an experiment named "Project Predacon". Through a series of events she successfully creates a clone from the DNA/coding Shockwave had left behind from the (assumed) failed project. She has to leave for Intel agent business for a while, and when she returns she finds the little like...clone thing is gone. Or is it? Nope! Just a fully grown predacon! Comet is dumbfounded, not even afraid. Shes extremely proud of herself and is awestruck at the Predacon (yet to be named I will take suggestions...pls). However, she knows that if anyone found out about the predacon then it would most likely be offlined and so would she. So she keeps it hidden.

And throughout all this Comet has a best friend "L" (LaserStrike but she goes by "L") who is beginning to get extremely suspicious. L is training to become a proper scientist and medic, and she really doesn't want Comet to fuck it up. Therefor, L does some digging and eventually finds out about the Predacon. She doesn't immediately go to Sentinel though, because she hates him. And so do I. anyway, she grills Comet on why she created it. Comet just kinda goes "cuz I could?" and she has no idea what to do now.

L ends up assuming,because tensions are still high after the war and Long-arm being Shockwave..so trust issues throughout Cybertron.., that Comet is a decepticon. L makes an anonymous tip to Sentinel that Comet is engaging in decepticon behavior, which leads to an investigation. Comet ends up finding a somewhat working escape pod on the abandoned ship and shoves the Predacon and all the data in there. After promising to come back for the Predacon, she puts in random coordinates into the pod and sends it off. The pod is out of sight right before some of the guards show up with Sentinel. They're unable to find anything, but she's put on probation after making a snarky comment to Sentinel. And she's basically put to work in the office for unreasonable hours every day. (idk the transformers terms for days and hours and such...)

Meanwhile, the pod reaches its destination!!

Earth.

Nothing bad can happen when a new apex predator comes onto Earth! Totally!

But that's all I have currently... I plan on making the decepticons a bigger part of it eventually! I just currently don't know how.. also sorry if this is hard to read I'm not good at writing stuff w/o a template..

[ferdihound]

Alton OC lore/facts thing :3

at alton towers (fictional one in my head), there are human versions of the rollercoasters that are AI android things. they are all sentient.

from the thrills to the family attractions, there are androids for the rides. (i have yet to design them, trust)

their bodies were built during their construction

every android is sentient AI, some know that they're ai and accept it, some dont know. they get in relationships with eachother, they have friendships, siblings, and enemies, rivalries, ect.

they also get phones... but have restrictions on what they're allowed to say sometimes

more is under the cut incase anyone wants to read. tw for mentions of death

the androids CANNOT leave the park.

why? because they'll either die, or get shut down until retrieved... and there have been many cases of the androids trying to be free.

the known cases of escaped androids are: (these are the coasters i know abt)

oblivion - the old body was never found, just rebuilt into the oblivion we know now. (this is reference to the the queue line video where a ride-car thing went missing) this was before smiler was built.

enterprise - ran away because she heard she was gonna be taken down... but she didnt know that she'd die anyway if she tried to escape. this happened to the old rides at the x-sector too.

nemesis - ran away, was found, and rebuilt into nemesis reborn. her old memories of nemesis is hidden somewhere.

air - the second he left the alton grounds, he died. body was found when galactica was being made.

thats all i have for the deaths for now :3

anyway time for me to yap about my main characters Oblivion and Smiler and how being trapped at Alton effects their mental ai health... and facts about them. time for absolute nonesence because i wanna talk about them

tw for alcoholism

Smiler handles being trapped at Alton since birth kind of well. he has everything he needs. he has the Ministry, his secret lab that not even Alton knows about (because they'll take it away), only Oblivion and the Ministry know about it. in the lab he does actual marmalisation, medical malpractice, ect... yeah he's evil sorry guys. so since he has everything he needs, he's pretty content... at first.

he started getting tired of being treated as an attraction (which he is) and wants some fucking respect (he gets respect from the Ministry, thankfully.), so he started being a bit rude after a year of living. as the years went on, he acts like how he does now.

Smiler snaps often when ordered around by anyone because he has a big ass ego and thinks he deserves respect and thinks hes better than everyone becasue he's THE Smiler.

his AI mind has been around before the rollercoaster was built, so he's alot older because it was kept somewhere by the Ministry for years. (im working on it)

he barely gets a break, he has to work everyday and literally gets paid nothing because he lives at Alton (in the x-sector).

now onto how Oblivion handles shit.

Oblivion... he's been around for 26 years. everything gets boring for him, guests feel the same, everything feels the same. he wants to be outside of Alton because he has places he wants to go. he wants to be able to go to pubs, concerts, raves, ect.

after being at Alton for like years, he picks up drinking because he wants to feel something... the same thing everyday really dulled his emotions. ever since the others at the x-sector died, his drinking has gotten WORSE. and smiler does NOT help with his constant bitching. (smiler did actually kind of help but still, oblivion is too addicted)

oblivion, after the park closes for the day, often sits ontop of his rollercoaster, sitting on the edge of the drop just to see over the treeline, wanting to see the world outside of Alton. he just sits in silence, drinking and smoking until he gets tired/bored and goes to bed.

after him and smiler started dating, oblivion eventually decided to bring smiler up ontop of his ride for their date. its to show he sees smiler as someone important to him.

their usual dates would be walks around the park, feeding the ducks and wildlife there, going in the rollercoaster restaurant, going on other rollercoasters (they arent allowed to do it, but they do it anyway. they get the androids of the rollercoasters to operate the rides for them safely.)

they're only allowed to do this when the park closes for the day, of course.

if you want a silly bits of their life, check out my ask blog

they're keep eachother from going actually insane and attempting to run away because they love eachother <3

anyway, oblivion is an alcoholic and a heavy smoker, there you have it. smiler doesnt drink alcohol, he dislikes it. tried it once and never again... though he does smoke sometimes, only with oblivion on their dates <3

THATS... i think thats all i have for now. its just waffling i wanted to yap about, now yous can go back to your doing your thing

the end

[fatuismooches]

Playing HSR and thinking about Foxttore made me think about Dottore and/or Reader making creatures similar to cake cats from HSR's "Critter Pick" event because they're so cuuute. I imagine Cattore and Readcat just can't get off each other, like their prototypes. Dottore is also a type of person who's like:

*Doesn't want a cat*

*Reader gets a cat anyway*

*Dottore and cat: ❤️❤️❤️*

It's now in handbook guide that if you work under Dottore, you must keep an eye on creatures, especially on Readcat. If this was an actual event, Cattore and Readcat would have special interactions, like Wisteria Cake and Lambda's Friend. Rare creatures would include:

Crow Cake - Dottore

Sparrow Cake - Reader

Court Jester - Pierro

Armored Cake - Capitano

Angel Strawberry Shortcake - Columbina

Cake from Hearth - Arlecchino

Chicken Patty - Pulchinella

Bitter Choco - Scaramouche

Teacake - Sandrone

Iced Cake - Signora

Mora Candy - Pantalone (yknow those candies that look like coins, but are actually chocolate)

Ginger Loaf - Tartaglia

(this is verg cringy and took way too long ;;)

Dottore and other fatui have to write the wildest reports about cat cakes, like:

*Crow Cake hisses at people, who try to pet him or Sparrow Cake, only accepting affection from Lord Harbinger or his lover

*Ginger Loaf tried to fight Armored Cake, but the latter one didn't react

*Angel Strawberry Shortcake lets out sounds, that resemble singing. Other creatures are mesmerised

*Bitter Choco has no interest in spending tine with other creatures, prefering sunbathing

*Mora Candy stole a few Mora coins and kept playing with them. It's assumed he likes how they shine in sun

*Crow Cake tried to make a copy of himself and suceeded..??

I also imagine Reader eventually making more cats to represent Dottore's segments, Foul Legacy, Crimson Witch of Embers... They're unstoppable once they start, so the two have many many cats... When Doctor stays in lab at nights, sparrow cake can and will sit on his lap and purr loudly, demanding attention. As for Reader, when their lover pulls an all-nighter in lab, they have a cat version of him to cuddle with :3

-🥀 (can you tell im a cat person--)

YESSS WJBWEJBEW I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA AND THE CRITTER CAKES AHHH. These names too? Oh my gosh I'm giving you a kith 🥀 anon I'M EATING THIS UP. Dottore is SO a cat lover in denial. He gets all annoyed and huffy because he 'doesn't see why you'd want a creature like that'. He acts like he doesn't care about them but in private... the cat is lying on his lap and he's giving it many head pats and ear scratches.

You were the one who begged Dottore to work on making the cake cat critters with you and he begrudgingly gave in... because you're the one asking. You're the one who named and designed all of them of course! (Dottore was rather impressed with your skill, he noted. If only you put that energy to other experiments...)

I love how we're just adding to the Fatui Handbook 😭 (If Readcat is found by itself, return to a segment immediately. Do not feed sweets to another critter in front of Crow Cake or Cattore, it will not be happy.) Crow Cake has probably also stolen some of the stash to share with Sparrow Cake... it has also stolen your attention from Dottore, much to the Harbinger's dismay. Cake From Hearth can be seen with three smaller cakes following it around sometimes, wonder who they could be? Sparrow Cake and Angel Strawberry Shortcake often spend time together. Crow Cake can be seen watching jealously in the distance. Sparrow Cake likes to stack itself on top of Crow Cake, with its... somehow created copy on top.

Eventually, you got a ton of these circular cats chilling in various corners of the lab... you might even give some away to the Harbingers who are interested! The only problem is that, there is only one Sparrow Cake and numerous similar blue cakes wanting its attention...

(I too am a cat person.)

[squibsformers]

Me shoving one of my OCs into every transformers iteration: Bangbangbang

So heres their design for TFA.

Info about them under the cut:

Anyways this is Roswell Kepler. In TFA theyre a mini-robotics engineer and the data entry manager for Sumdac Industries who is weirdly good with Sari for someone who has resting bitch face and almost never speaks. (She reminds them of their nephews and neices they dont see anymore.) They seem weirdly overqualified for their job, their protective nature manifesting in being both babysitter and bodyguard for the girl sometimes.

They get mistaken for a robot quite a bit when at work by visitors, and they think its funny. The long strands of hair are pulled back during work for lab safety and it makes them look like they have antennae.

When they first meet the autobots (Ep. 2) They arent sure what to think but once they establish themselves as good guys, Roswell gets a gnarly.... "fascination" with Optimus Prime. However, over time their infatuation goes away, due to them not only recognizing the leader as a person (and feeling quite ashamed and sick with the thoughts they had been letting run wild in their brain) but also they start being... friends, not just Aquainted Strangers. Friendship leads to a lot of trust built and care and platonic love.... which becomes romantic. And that scares them the most compared to any other feelings they had toward the prime. Thankfully, Roswell has tact and keeps alllll this locked away in their brain.

Except from day one, Sari believes Roswell has a crush on Optimus and is hellbent on hooking them up.

Funny things to note: During the episode where the autobots were human, Roswell has 0 interest in Optimus. Optimus starts having Crush Feelings and thinks at one point hes having a heart attack, all because Roswell put their coat around his shivering shoulders.

Their wildly overqualified nature is usually played as a joke or as a multitool for usefulness. Everything from being able to snatch up Sari and run away from harm effortlessly to being able to repair a car. This is almost always however in the benefit of others, and these skills dont seem to apply for their own.

Roswell has Chronic Fatigue, where in they're constantly tired and feel as if they never get enough rest (It along with their autism has made them very stonefaced and outwardly not very emotive). This has lead to them gaining some narcolepsy-like traits, where they can fall asleep nearly anywhere if they let themself. This can be dozing at work, or falling asleep inside a chatty autobot alt-mode, or while kidnapped by starscream and awaiting rescue, or even standing upright. Sari's good at waking them up. The bots usually cant decide whether to let them sleep or not.

Roswell has witnessed Decepticon Bullshit firsthand, and opted to back away and simply leave as it "wasnt their business and they arent paid to care". This is actually how Starscream has kidnapped them.

Roswell, as they dont talk, relies heavily on sign language to communicate. Sari learned it almost perfectly and throughout the series the Autobots would learn it better and better. Roswell's favorite sign "look elsewhere" which is what they say to Sari before cursing.

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RANDOM LESBIAN TICCIJACK HEADCANONS!!!

because I love lesbian ticcijack more than you no one can prove me wrong I think about them 24/7 they are literally my ocs atp I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY'RE MY HYPERFIXATION ahem anyways

grab some popcorn and take a seat because OH BOY we're in for a RIIIIDEE

Also disclaimer this is just appearances hcs and maybe a little bit of mental disorders hcs

ALSO!! my lesbian ass prefers an au where literally every single pasta is a woman (well it has some exceptions obviously cuz them being all female sounds a little sexist of me idk)

OKAY LET'S BEGIN!!!

Jane (jack's fem name) has long ass hair and sometimes wears them in dreads cuz she's poc 💪🏼💪🏼 BLACK OCS (except she's not my oc but let a man dream)!!!! SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!! She has BEAUTIFUL long lashes 💋💋 is a masc lesbian 👅👅👅😍😍 works out like any other masc lesbian. She wears like baggy shit but most of the time she wears her lab/dr coat cuz she gotta tend to all the hurt patients coming in all the time SKIBIDI!!! She has elf ears, devil horns and a tail and I HC her as like Zalgo's daughter, like princess of hell type shit (BLEEGHHH 🤮🤮) and she has a sister Lazari (you know her already) I hate Lazari's original design and literary everything about her so I changed her aha I CAN DO WHATEVA I WANT SHHH ❤️

Tory (Toby's fem name, full name is Toriel. Notice how both 'y' in toby and tory change when their full name is said. Example: Tor*y* Tor*i*el, Tob*y* Tob*i*as. It's a nice little detail heh) she's like pansexual and has short hair and the thing is I can't choose between wavy short hair or curls... What do you think??? Anyways I've hc-ed her to have like 2-3 personalities? One of them is actually just age regression so it doesn't really count as a personality, but she does have a different clothing style while she's regressing. Also I think you already know why I hc her to have age regression, she wants to make up for her non existent childhood and stuff. She has a personality which is the one she uses the most, it's like a "mask" yk? The thing is; whenever she puts on her goggles and mouth guard she turns into a whole different person, almost like fanon Tory or should I say Toby, ykwim? Her other personality is her true personality and it's lowkey like, depressed af, it's giving angsty teenager type shit. Also she has two clothing styles, one is like giving nana from nana and hachi, all pink and cutecore and shit (this is mostly because of her age regression, but I think she secretly likes it outside of agere) and the other one is grunge. she wears like jorts most of the time and baggy t-shirts

ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION she has ANOTHER style!! Hippie.. which is mostly self insert because I see myself in her so yeah

Most of this is like self insert but at the same time it kinda fits her, get my drift?? OH YEAH SHE'S PALE BTW! Their dynamic is like chocolate and vanilla tbh

Honestly if this is just half of it imagine it all together.. I should write a book

Guys erm.. this is so cringe.. 🙏🏼

Live footage of reddetur finding out free will (they end up making up fem!versions of two fictional characters from practically a dead fandom and can't find lesbian art of them anywhere except for bimbvx we love bimbvx for feeding me also I'm not tagging them because I'm too shy shahjashhajaha)

I wrote this while building my Fugue in hsr ❤️

Let me know if y'all want more of my hcs I'm dying to make ticcijack fan friends (asks open btw)

[royalpicaro]

Here are the typed numbered points, final thoughts at the end DISCLAIMER: I used a Sonic ref page from GAMING 2019 to help with mapping and finding out what features match up with the guide lines. I think this is perfectly okay to do for LEARNING purposes like this one.

1. His hair is based off of fresh hair growing after a shave. The Awkward Phase™ 2. I'm terrible with front view shoes >.< 3. Ear tufts! 4. Marks are just slanted rectangles. 5. I will avoid drawing more hands than needed LMAO 6. Based off of a standard sneaker design. 7. Fluffy tail! 8. (Dot) Points of interest. 9. I like the tuft going back this far. 10. Faded and non-faded symbol of Phenthoma's(Fen-tohm-ah) lab. 11. Phenthoma lab symbol on the back of glove. Just the left glove. 12. Phenthoma is a character that is no longer living. A vital part of Elliot's past. We hate her. >:( 13. A design will be here in time! 14. In the short 30 min. that I have been desigining and mapping, I've already figured out how the torso is shaped. If you struggle, I highly rec mapping the characters. EXTENDED: I was still on the first pose when I did this and this genuinely helped me visualize where to put what parts where. 15. Triangles and squares are your best friends! 16. I HATE this angle!! 17. Anything to avoid hands 💅 18. In the mapping pic, you can see I'm much more comfy without too many shapes. EXTENDED: By this time, I already knew how to make the torso and how to position the arms and tuft. The head and body are very much oddly proportional. I believe the reason why we believe it's not is because of how large Sonic and others' quills are because Amy doesn't really have this issue. It works though and I wouldn't have the characters any other way. 19. I wanted to convey that Elliot is VERY fluffy hence the tufts of fur everywhere. EXTENDED: I know this sounds obvious, but I based Elliot off of those giant fluffy wolves that I just wanna hug. Elliot could easily be a pillow for anyone with all his fluff. He is definitely the type to look bigger when dry, but the second he is dunked in water, he looks like a very skinny wet rat. Think of those fluffy cats that look big but shrink SO MUCH when they get a bath LMAO 20. I now know my problem angles, but also how to use non-Sonic ref pics for bigger and better pieces! :D Now, my final thoughts: This was incredibly helpful! I never was really good with Sonic anatomy and I always struggled with it. I love how I was able to find my problem areas and improve on them in such a short amount of time. I want to do bigger pieces with Elliot, but at the moment, I have no plans on writing anything around this character other than the needed empty spots in the lore(THE LORE!!!). Such as Phentoma's full story and how Dean, Elliot's first love, died by Phen's hands. If there is any interest in this then I can answer some questions about the story. Though, warning, Elliot might be a very boring character. Here's some tidbits: He doesn't have the rage of someone who has lost a lot, even though he has, indeed, lost a lot. He's let it go with time. He values maturity in approaching situations with understanding instead of violence or raising his voice. He doesn't like to fight even though he is more than capable. He collects silly things and is hard to aggravate. He's kind and caring, even to those he knows have hurt him or others. He's just a project that was successful and that cost him everything. He hates stargazing, but loves to see the stars in people's eyes when they speak about something they're passionate about. He doesn't mind if his body is submerged in water, but he will not submerge his head. I think that's enough droning on. Even though there's more, I feel like this post is long and intimidating enough to read. Intimidating in the sense of just how much there is. Anyway, please tell me about your Sonic ocs if you have them! I LOVE to learn about other's ocs and how many cool concepts there are!