#circuit fry

[mewziesart]

a bit of a silly post today, theres some ponies in your files!!

ocs: circuit fry and futura sound 🩵

[tracfone]

Hope you all left milk and cookies out for glabdos portal for pride month

[billfarrah]

We’ve all noticed how Thomas’ love language is full and multifaceted - he expresses his love for Varian through words, touch, and looks, but especially looks. He’s always looking at Varian.

Varian, on the other hand, doesn’t allow himself to look, and isn’t capable of expressing his feelings in words. That leaves him with touch and god damn, do his hands speak volumes of the depth of his feelings for Thomas.

[coyotescribbles]

(At this rate, I'm going to have the whole rest of the fic written - out of order - before I even finish the first few linear chapters LOL Anyway, I actually finished this particular section :'))

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After the almost pitch-darkness of the vents the lights here were almost painfully bright, even through the mask's darkened lenses. Felicity needed to take a moment to let their eyes adjust, and when they opened them again…

"Okay, we're getting deep into Wonderland here…" they breathed, looking down the narrow passage ahead of them that led into another dark area, this one decorated with fluorescing moons and stars and… phones?

That, and the old-fashioned rotary phone set on a pedestal, clued them in about where they'd ended up.

"Don't think I've ever seen anybody make it to Henry Hotline's zone before," they murmured as they approached the pedestal, "so I guess what I have to do is…"

Tentatively, they reached out, rotated the dial back, and let go.

And two things happened at once.

First, a small green digital screen lit up with "1/6".

Second, a voice - well, more of an angry snarl - came from the darkness, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

"WHO KEEPS RINGING THAT PHONE?!"

"Shit-!" Felicity immediately scrambled to disappear into the dark, but before they'd made it around the first corner -

"YOU! YOU DID THIS-!"

Without looking back, they bolted, lunging headlong into the maze without thinking about where they were going. Flinging themself blindly around corner after corner, they scrambled through the labyrinth until they no longer heard the sounds of pursuit - then, and only then, did they allow themself a minute to catch their breath and get their bearings.

…A task which was easier said than done, they quickly realized.

"I can't see shit in this mask…" they whispered to themself, straining to get a good look at their surroundings; "dammit…"

Well, it's not like it matters much if I keep this on…. With a deep sigh, they pulled the mask off.

And immediately recoiled with a hiss as the zone's black lights stabbed their eyes. "Dammit-!"

The sound of a shoe scuffing across carpet reached their ears, and they froze in place, barely even daring to breathe. From the corner of their eye, a shadow moved through the darkness, slowly, methodically.

Just as slowly, they inched in the opposite direction, careful not to make another sound as they moved away.

As they slipped around the next corner, they bumped into a solid object and had to restrain themself from jumping; turning around slowly, they found another pedestal, with another phone.

They spun the dial. The sweet chiming of the ringer was almost deafening in the silence.

"2/6."

Felicity ducked around another corner before the approaching footsteps could reach their position.

Been a few years since I've played "hide-and-seek in the dark," they thought breathlessly, I hope I'm not too rusty to survive this round.

With the UV lights driving into their temples like railroad spikes, they stole silently through the narrow passages, looking for the eerie white glow of the phone pedestals and listening for the telltale sound of footsteps.

A suffocating silence settled over the maze once more. It was almost agonizing, and they would have welcomed the reprieve of the stupid bouncy music of the previous zones.

A sliver of a third pedestal came into view at the end of one long corridor, and Felicity took a chance to hurry quietly towards it.

This time, when they spun the dial, the ringing was accompanied by an anguished howl from… not very far away at all. Cursing under their breath, they sprinted away and dove around the nearest corner, then the next, before pressing their shoulder to the carpeted wall and freezing in place.

Their heartbeat was a muffled thunder in their ears as they listened as the heavy footfalls stormed down a nearby corridor, paused, then continued on their way, fading into the labyrinth.

Exhaling quietly, Felicity pressed the heels of their hands to their eyes for a count of ten, then quietly stole away from their hiding spot. Tiny flickering lights were already forming in their peripheral vision, and they knew that if they stayed too long, the aura was going to develop into a full-blown migraine.

It still might, but it would definitely go faster if they didn't get away from this nightmare lighting.

Blind turn after blind turn led them deeper into the maze, and more than once they had to stop and wait for that second set of footfalls to move away, but soon enough they stumbled across another phone. The fourth dial was spun, and another run for their life was made.

This time, the footsteps were accompanied by a sound almost like a growl, that had their hackles prickling as they backed slowly away.

This place couldn't be more than a hundred feet in any direction, they reasoned, and they were probably close to the center of the maze, so they could only move approximately fifty feet.

It also meant that they were never more than twenty feet from a phone at any given time.

…It also meant that they were probably never more than twenty feet from their hunter at any given time, so they needed to weigh their decisions carefully.

Barely breathing, doing everything in their power to ignore the rapidly-evolving visual aura that was quickly distorting their vision, Felicity backed around a corner…

…And right into an object that was definitely not a wall.

Well, so much for "carefully weighing decisions."

Both of them screamed as they jumped, startled by the sudden contact, and Felicity stumbled and fell flat on her backside as they tried to scramble away. Their hunter stumbled, too, but kept his feet as he turned to look for them, and they looked up… and up… and up at Henry Hotline.

"Holy shit," they choked out.

Wrong move.

The towering, monstrous animatronic snapped his head in their direction, and immediately began to advance.

"H-h-hey, wait!" They stammered, scrambling backwards. "Before you kill me, can I ask you a question?"

"Uh…?" That seemed to catch him off-guard, and he paused; Felicity took advantage of the moment.

"…Are you part tree, or something?"

He froze for a beat, then…

With a wordless, angry scream, he lunged for them, and they launched themself away, rolling to their feet and sprinting down the nearest corridor with Henry hot on their heels.

A flicker of luminous white caught their eye, and they adjusted their path at the last possible moment to bolt for it. Behind them, they could hear Henry slip and almost fall, but he was back on his feet in a moment even as they yanked the dial without stopping.

Five out of six. Where's the last one??

In the middle of their blind flight, Felicity caught a fleeting glimpse of orange light that stood out against the punishing, intensely blue light of the UV array overhead. Their attempt at course-correcting, though, had them slipping, and they went down on one knee hard enough to rattle their teeth in their skull.

They were lucky they managed to avoid biting their tongue in two.

They weren't lucky enough to avoid the unyielding fingers that closed around their upper arm .

The world spun in a dizzying neon blur as they were hoisted high off the floor, and a split second later they found themself slammed back against the wall with their entire shoulder engulfed in one huge hand.

"Got you!" Henry hissed, his head looming close on a slender, sinuous neck; he was near enough that Felicity could see the tiny flickers of movement as the camera lenses in his "eyes" adjusted their focal length.

It probably shouldn't have been as enthralling as it was.

Well, no one had ever made the mistake of calling them "normal."

And as they found themself staring into that monstrous face, trying to squirm free of that iron grip…

"Hah…" Felicity let out a single breathless laugh. "You know, this is actually kind of hot-"

…Yeah, no one would ever make the mistake of calling them "normal."

"What." Henry reeled back, caught off-guard a second time.

"What?" They replied, already in denial of the fact that those words had actually left their physical mouth.

The grip on their shoulder slackened the tiniest amount, and they immediately capitalized on the moment. Bringing their knees up, they planted their feet squarely against his chest and kicked, staggering him back a step - and then they were falling, too quickly to properly react. They hit the floor hard, and only their reflexes saved them from another grab, as they rolled out of the way before lunging to their feet and making a sprint for that orange light - with a furiously-snarling Henry in hot pursuit.

His legs were longer, he had a longer reach and better stamina, but he was heavy, and couldn't keep up with their erratic zig-zagging. Every skid, every slip kept him just far enough behind that he couldn't snatch them up again.

The orange-lit area loomed close, and now they could clearly see the words "SAFE ROOM" emblazoned over a gate that hung only a couple of feet off the floor.

They didn't know if those words meant safety, or if it was just a trap.

But there was only one way to find out.

With a sharp gasp, they flung themself to the floor - feeling the rush of air as another attempt to grab them missed - and tumbled haphazardly underneath the metal gate, hitting the little room's far wall and coming to rest there, their lungs burning and their heart feeling like it was about the burst in their chest.

A split second later, there was a deafening CLANG! as something hit the gate just behind them - a sound quickly followed heavy, retreating footsteps.

For a long moment, Felicity could only lay there on the floor, catching their breath and gathering their wits as they stared up at the ceiling.

Okay, that worked.. now what?

Slowly, almost painfully, they sat up and scooted away from the gate to sit with their back to the wall. With their elbows resting on their drawn-up knees, they pressed the heels of their hands to their eyes and drew in a slow, deep breath.

Think, Felicity, Think…

One more phone, and then there had to be some way out of here. Of course, getting there would mean…

"You can't hide in there forever, you know."

Henry's voice wasn't very far away at all, a reminder that they were still going to have to get past him to clear this zone.

With a heavy sigh, Felicity leaned back until their head thumped lightly against the wall. Silence rang deafeningly in their ears as they let their hands fall and opened their eyes. In that moment, their vision fell on the handful of Henry Hotline standees stashed in the "safe room, and then… in spite of themself, in spite of him, "in spite of everything, a borderline-hysterical giggle escaped them.

And once they started, they couldn't stop.

"Whuh - why're you laughing? What's funny?" Henry asked from outside, sounding almost alarmed now.

"Nothing! Nothing is funny! This is all just. So stupid and fucked up!" They replied through uncontrollable giggling, scrubbing at their eyes. "There's nothing funny about any of this!"

"So why're you laughing?"

"I don't know!" Tears streamed down their face, and they wiped them away in vain even as they struggled to regain their composure.

It took them a few minutes, and by the time they were able to get a handle on things, their right temple was starting to pound - a sharp, steadily pulsing pain like an ice pick being driven into their skull.

Ah, fuck.

"Look," they rubbed the back of one hand across their eyes, "the sooner I get out of here, the sooner we can both get out of each other's hair and around to nursing our respective migraines."

"Sounds nice," he let out a rueful laugh of his own, and did they detect a hint of regret in his voice? "But you know I can't just let you go like that."

"Course not, there's still a deathmatch going on." Felicity snorted as they took stock of their surroundings; what was most likely the last phone sat in the back corner of the little room. In a little caged-off area beside it was another of those breaker levers.

And once more, their eyes settled back on those goofy cutouts.

"…Hey, if I win this, do you think I could take one of these standees home?"

"What?"

"You heard me. If I win, could I take one of these standees home with me."

"I - uh? Sure, I guess? If you win."

"Cool. I'll hold you to that."

Rolling to their feet, Felicity spun the dial on the last phone and, when the cage door opened in response, yanked the breaker lever down. Something rattled open in the near distance, and a strip of orange lights lit up where the floor joined the wall, leading out into the dark.

Here goes nothing.

Taking a breath to steady themself, Felicity dove beneath the "safe room" gate, rolled to their feet, and ran.

[good-boy06]

TREATS

🐮

WOOF WOOF ARF BARK-

[stinkythehutt]

tw suicide but imo if anakin had gotten everything he wanted on mustafar - ie padme with him, obi-wan and palpatine dead, twins safe, ruler of the galaxy - i would give it approx. 3 days and a couple hours of sleep before the reality of what he had done set in and he killed himself in a spiral of rage and shame. tbh

[badnikbreaker]

thinking abt my hc that surge and kit's bodies need regularly maintenance (since they're both like 75% robot under the skin). picturing surge showing up at tails's house like hey for no reason at all can u fix robot joints. i promise not to kill you until the robot joint is fixed.

[another-corpo-rat]

no matter how many times he does it, whenever Kurt crosses the room with his Sandy to hug Vic from behind she's always like

[mewziesart]

im gonna do a lil new oc drop, bc i made and got a bunch of new ones

this is cherry wood! shes bright blossoms mom, and she makes drinks out of the yummy fruits in her village.

these are loopsie daisy’s parents! molly dusk makes shell jewelry, and sea breeze is a surfer.

then we got circuit fry! my new gir pony

and berry bomb! a guitarist for a pony band im working on

and lastly, sunshine ray! shes a meteorologist, but also a self insert for shipping with rainbow dash, bc cringe is dead and i am alive

[sansevieraa]

i keep getting boothill on my page and if he isn’t careful his ass / gas pedal / usb port is NOT gonna be safe

[byanyan]

ok more 'icons only' answers after dinner bc i'm officially overstimulating myself trying to answer them between gaming & trying to figure out what's going on as my evening gets shuffled around weirdly akjshfds

[ozymoron]

i hate the idea that i see a lot in the art community on youtube of like having to get good in a fast efficient way like "get this good (pointing to a drawing done by a grown ass man) by 17!" "1 week fast schedule to getting good at drawing muscles!" "STOP DRAWING LIKE THIS NOW AND START DRAWING LIKE THIS INSTEAD BEFORE YOU RUIN YOUR ART" like dude noo you are not a machine you are a human being youre allowed to go slow and take your time and make mistakes i am shaking you i am shaking you

[loveoaths]

i think about the droid/automaton temple guardians a lot. like--

they aren't alive, but they aren't not alive, either. they have varying degrees of sentience. they remember the jedi, some of them outlive the purge, knowing the jedi are gone save for whatever knowledge they've squirreled away in their memory banks.

cator, the droid guarding the jedi temple archives with jocasta nu, had a personality. he was serious about protecting and sheltering the jedi's knowledge and their history, so dedicated that he stood up to darth vader in an attempt to keep the list of force-sensitive children safe. sure, it was in his protocol to guard the archives, but he didn't have to care, or love it, or want to do this; we see many droids across star wars who do not give a single shit about their programmed duties, while still executing them.

but cator works hard, diligently and carefully, because cator loved his work, and he loved the jedi.

T0-B1 loved his jedi master so much! and his master loved him so much that he powered T0-B1 with the kyber crystal from his lightsaber! of course jedi wants to be a jedi. of course he wants to fight and protect and preserve life, not because he was programmed for it, because he wasn't, but because he wants to honor the man who gave his life to save him -- him, a "meaningless droid"!

then there are the tomb guardians on zeffo.

thousands upon thousands of years they've stood guard over the secrets of their creators, a species so powerful and gifted with the force that they were their own undoing. do the guardians know they're guarding tombs, or do they believe their masters will return some day from the other side of the veil, and the guardians will be there, waiting, stalwart sentinels ready to welcome them home? if they do know, did they mourn? could they have walked away from their posts but instead chose to stay, to keep the zeffo graves from being desecrated, because they'd rather the world forget their masters than allow them to suffer indignity?

did the guardians love the zeffo? surely they must have, without question.

the real question is: did the zeffo who whispered metal ore from the stone and gave them shape, gave them sentience, gave them purpose, love them back? they must have, in the way we all love the work of our hands.

but perhaps the most pressing question is:

long after their circuitry should have degraded, their power cores cracked and dripped empty, their shiny metal carapaces rusted off like so much disease -- what could it be that keeps these machines moving but their love for those who no longer exist anywhere but their memory?

how could you not love and be loved by something that made you, purposefully, in its image?????????

[automatonknight]

so fucking hot today. not cool

[petals-and-all]

I hope you feel better soon, Charles! I wish you nothing but the best of health. Rest up as best you can.

Thank you, dear anon ! [:

Side note to everyone reading this; take good care of yourself ! Think about those cells in your body working hard for you [:

[soyellowcurtainsthen]

I can’t stop thinking about this but why do the humans in robot uprising movies never use water guns as weapons