#emf training

[chiefcroissantdeanbanana]

one of my silly emf headcanon is that he can switch between forms: this void blob and an actual seeable person. void blob is just him pure black and the latter is him but a shade lighter!!

he usually is just void blob because, yk, why wouldn't you be am I right?? but also it annoys him because no one can see that fire fits he wears and yea,, that's the reason why the 2nd form exist! for him to show off his clothes

closeups under the cut :3

I love him<3333333

he's such a brat to me. especially in their first meeting. cocky ass man gets punted by local noob. what happens next will shock you.... (they kissed)

[insomnianoctem]

No more Savannah Woodham, give me a game where we get to talk to John Grey even as just a phone contact

[boothefanficeater]

Emf proceeds to bucket clutch to the training grounds just to one up him (smh all these masters do is just show off)

[chamoemileclown]

I think the most interesting way Seawatt could come back into the narrative in a potential third parkour civilization movie is through the restoration of the fighter layer/ Seawatt’s old home.

A lot of Seawatt’s story is about losing control and trying to take it back so I think given the opportunity to take control in a healthy way and right the wrong that happened to his family + home layer could make for a really interesting story.

I’d imagine it would start off as an Emf/ Evbo adventure where they try to right the Old Man’s wrong but realize they’re in for a lot more than they bargained for. Since the layer was originally banished by a champion its going to take a champion to restore it to the regular order of layers. So Evbo coming into his godhood and Emf doing the same with his championship go through a training arc where maybe Emf has his title as champion threatened and Evbo struggles with being Not Human anymore.

This is where Seawatt comes in, right when they’re almost powerful enough Evbo slips away and contacts a dead Seawatt. Initially Seawatt wants nothing to do with Evbo or any of the living considering his mission is kinda over and his pride is still bruised but then Evbo tells him about the plan and how he deserves to know about it.

Maybe Seawatt lashes out at him for tampering with his home or puts doubt on Evbo that he could manage it. It’s initially a negative reaction but Evbo insists that it might give him closure.

He gets another opportunity, just a few moments to see how Evbo and Emf have tried to patch things up and return the layer to a more habitable place. It’s not to mock Seawatt or to upstage him but done to genuinely right a wrong, it’s made with progress in mind rather than stagnation.

This realization wouldn’t fix everything but it would mean a first step in reconciliation.

[starbound-jupiter]

WAAA ur hcs are so cute… ur reminding me of this of evbo having emf sleeping in his lap after he’s exhausted from doing champion work and i think it’s the cutest thing ever.

their dynamic is sooo cute it’s emf being god’s special little guy <3 it’s his baby fr

I KNOWWW <333

i think both of them are the kind of people(??) who have a tendency to push themselves way past their limit. like. evbo has this mindset of i have to keep moving i have to keep moving i cannot rest or it will all fall apart; and EMF was born a master. he was legitimately raised on the ideal that he has to be the best, he can never make a mistake, can never miss a jump, can never be anything less than remotely perfect or he isn’t worthy of his position.

and we know he struggles when he becomes champion!!! i think he would end up stuck in this mindset of training until he breaks, that he can’t stop until he’s gotten everything right- even if it kills him.

evbo, of course- isn’t at all happy with this. at first, he sent EMF home- but figured out pretty quickly that it was. not a good idea in the slightest. that fucker continues whatever he was doing the second he’s out of sight, and usually doesn’t stop until he legitimately passes out.

the first time EMF sleeps in his lap, it’s after he’s really pushed himself past the limit. and he’s kind of just. too tired to really protest when evbo drags him over to sit by one of the marble pillars, coaxing him into putting his head on his lap; and he’s stroking his hair so very gently and maybe resting for ten minutes wouldn’t hurt-

(he wakes up twelve hours later.)

sleeping in evbo’s lap becomes a very regular occurrence after that, just because it’s so successful at knocking him out. it isn’t something that works with literally anyone else- it’s much too vulnerable, showing himself in such a raw, unguarded manner; but he knows no harm will come to him with evbo.

he’s His Champion, after all- nothing can touch him here. EMF can sleep peacefully.

[ardbar]

Do you think Evbo ever gets cravings?

Sometimes I wonder if a diet of only raw meat mixed with the natural magic that would come from being so close to The Void 24/7 could change the Noobs biologically. Not a lot, but it makes it easier for them to digest meat than other foods. Raw food becomes easier and easier on their stomach with each passing day. Over weeks their teeth turn sharp to help them rip apart the tough food they are given. They don't have the armor that the pros do, so the magic makes their legs sturdier. They can jump as fast as others without special training but the claws that can only be used through Leather Boots due to the flexibility of the material helps them grip the blocks better. Evbo has almost fallen many times because he tried to grip the edge of a block with his Talons and lean outward for a better view of something, only for his Talons to strike the metal of the soles of his boots instead of the soft grass and dirt. Their eyes shine back light due to the fact there are no light sources other than the sun.

Perhaps their arms are much stronger than any other layer as well, because they're the only ones who will sometimes slip and grabbing onto the side of a block they haul themselves back up. Never when a Pro is around to see them of course, but in secret they teach eachother how to Grip.

These changes only really effect those who have lived there for weeks or months, with Evbo and The Old Man being the Most Changed of all of them due to being the only ones who have survived there for Years. Evbo doesn't know why he makes everyone on the higher levels nervous when they look at him. He doesn't know that he literally registers as Other to them with proportions that are Slightly Off. Arms to thick, claws to long, teeth to sharp, eyes that reflect Golden.

Mmm, this started off as reasons why Evbo would crave raw meat and spiraled into him being Uncanny Valley to the Masters and Pros. But speaking of meat! I wonder if his transformation over the years left him craving the taste and texture of raw meat. I wonder if he ever goes to the Pro Level as champion to "inspect" the farms and take 3 or four raw stake and chicken and run all the way to his throne with them. I wonder if he has a chest next to it, packed with ice. A chest stocked with raw meat that he can tear into and taste Home. I wonder if he ever cries into his hidden meat stash.

I wonder what EMF thought when he became champion and found a chest packed with ice and raw meat sitting in a place only Evbo could reach before that moment. I wonder if he asked. I wonder if Evbo would have answered.

OOOOO THIS IS SUPER COOL! I really love the way you wrote it, body horror is just so much fun. This honestly reminded me of the Magnus archives a tad, so if you are into that sort of stuff I would check it out. In other minecraft related propertys I've played around with ideas of the void warping and twisting creatures into something that Isn't quite human, I think I have a grian fic about that floating around on a03. While it's not an idea I've given more thought to for Parkciv I still think it's really cool! I think it would also be kinda interesting to combined with another idea. I think it would be really interesting if becoming a god slowly starts to change Evbo, I've always thought it would be interesting if after becoming a god evbo starts to lose some of his human traits physically showing how different he was now than what he once was and the people he cares about. If this is combined with your idea about Evbo being different than everyone else because of the void, his godhood could slowly remove these traits and thus remove the last few connections he has to his life before. One day there would be nothing left to show of the time he spent everyday struggling it would be like it never happened, no one but him even remembered what it was like. He was scarred in more ways than one but they showed that he had overcame it, now it was nothing but a distant memory. He might even start to ask himself after enough time has past, did it even happen? It wouldn't be the first time his memories lied to him.

(btw sorry for being slow with the replies kinda had a hectic day and I didn't want to just reply to it on my phone)

[yanban-san]

SCPMas - AU-Tober #2

I wrote the two as SCPs for the second day. I tried to keep it like a typical SCP document, so it was very interesting to try and keep it in the style of SCP writing! I hope y'all like. :3

(Tags: Submas, Slight, implied X-reader) Item #: SCP-9018

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Instances of SCP-9018-W and SCP-9018-B spotted are to be reported to the supervising officials immediately. Containment procedures are in place at locations of previous manifestations of SCP-9018, and any and all locations noted on "station" maps are to be secured following encounters with SCP-9018.

Chainlink fences are established around the perimeters of all locations where SCP-9018 have manifested. Due to the potential for re-appearances, all buildings and areas surrounding previous instances are to be monitored closely and inspected once a month by Foundation personnel for signs of re-establishment. Security cameras and EMF detectors are also to be placed strategically across designated areas and monitored for anomalous activity.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W are to be contained in the abandoned Northern branch of the [REDACTED] platform of the New York Subway System. Containment procedures are to be carried out by Foundation Personnel with Psionic Training Level III at minimum. Refer to Incident reports 9018-A-19900317 and 9018-A-19960401 for further information. Electrified fences lining the perimeter of the containment area are primarily for the prevention of explorers from reaching the containment area.

In the event of a containment breach, all personnel are to communicate purely through electronic means. Any personnel attempting to communicate through physical talking and actions are to be treated as SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W causing psychic distortions to prevent themselves from being perceived. The full limits of SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W's psionic manipulative abilities are yet to be studied following the previous containment breach.

Description:

SCP-9018 is an anomalous Subway Station that manifests within abandoned structures and and buildings and potentially other locations. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-002] On the surface, it functions almost identically to a regular subway station. During the day, the station is devoid of any life forms outside of instances designated as 9018-A, who resemble and act as regular human employees of the station. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Upon approaching the ticket counter, an individual will be presented with a schedule of stations to go to. Should a ticket be purchased, the individual becomes an instance now designated as 9018-P, for passenger. At this point, the individual is compelled by unknown reasons to wait for their train and board it. Beyond that, 9018-P holds all of their original cognitive functions, but any attempts to get them to leave the station with the ticket will result in them attempting to rationalize a reason why they cannot. No tickets have been recovered to date.

Within 4-12 minutes after purchasing a ticket, a train will appear to take 9018-P to their chosen destination. These locations occasionally match to actual, existent railway stations and stops across the world- However, other stations with no known match have been documented appearing. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101] Upon arrival at an actual station, 9018-P will appear stepping out of a regular arriving train or on the train they departed on, depending on the liveliness and schedule of current trains at the station. If the station is a non-existent, communication is typically lost with 9018-P for the duration of their trip. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101]

At night, SCP-9018 suddenly springs to "life", with trains arriving and dropping off hundreds of instances of 9018-P-D, which were originally thought to be other human passengers disembarking at a random station- However, Experiment Log-9018-Ex-101 reveals that the individuals disembarking typically resemble both recent and long deceased persons within the local area. At this point, two individuals identified as 9018-B and 9018-W emerge from any trains within the vicinity, and attempt to leave the station. Instances of 9018-A have been observed chatting with and engaging in friendly actions towards instances of 9018-P-D- At this point, any human individuals within the station are encouraged to engage and talk with 9018-P-D and 9018-A, typically by 9018-A.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W appear to be two train conductors, and in particular, two twins, who control the entirety of SCP-9018. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001]. They have the ability to set train schedules and determine where SCP-9018 will manifest next. Instances of 9018-A obey their orders, as well as instances of 9018-P, which they are amicable towards.

9018-B and 9018-W at this point attempt to leave SCP-9018 entirely and enter any local population center. Their actions in cities and towns have not been observed, but they have been observed returning to SCP-9018 with humans. However, these humans are later observed walking around their town with no recollection of any supposed interaction with 9018-B and 9018-W. Typically within one to two weeks of this interaction, however, the individual dies by any multitude of means. After this, these individuals can be seen among the litany of 9018-P-D instances.

Addendum:

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[Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Interviewed: SCP-9018-W. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the first interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. [Begin Log] Interviewer: Hello, is this uh- On? SCP-9018-W: Hello. Who are you? My brother and I must get back to work. Interviewer: Please identify yourself. SCP-9018-W: Mm. I don't think I want to. Interviewer: So… Uh, well, we can hold you here indefinitely if we choose to, so I would- I would suggest you do that. SCP-9018-W: Oh dear. That is verrry not nice. Interviewer: I would appreciate if you would answer my question. Now, who are you? SCP-9018-W: I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I run the Subway with my Brother, yup! It is verrry fun. But you won't call me Emmet, will you? Those people like to give us silly names. Interviewer: You will probably receive a classification of some kind. Thank you for introducing yourself, Emmet. I am █████. Can I ask where this train station came from? SCP-9018-W: It comes and goes as needed. Like the trains. We take our passengers where they are needed, or wanted, and then they disembark. Interviewer: Where do they go once they disembark? SCP-9018-W: They stay in the station. They don't like to go far. That's another one of our jobs! Interviewer: What do you mean? SCP-9018-W: Hmmhmm. We help them sometimes. That is all I will say. Interviewer: …Alright, I'll leave that there… SCP-9018-W: Would you like to ride our train? Interviewer: Excuse me? SCP-9018-W: Yup! You seem like you could use a ride, yup. Our trains are verrrry nice. Interviewer: Uh- No, thank you- Er- What did you say your title was again? You're a… "Subway Boss?" SCP-9018-W: That is correct. And you won't ride? That makes me sad. Interviewer: Er- No, Sorry- But what does that mean? Are you employed at the Subway? Er- What duties do you carry out, exactly? SCP-9018-W: Mm. No. I won't tell you that. Brother and I keep it secret. If you want to know, you should ride our Subway! Interviewer: …No, thank you. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Despite Researcher █████'s inexperience, they handled the interview well. However, SCP-9018-W refused to talk anymore on the subject, instead insisting on offering researcher █████ free tickets if they rode on SCP-9018's trains.]

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Interviewed: SCP-9018-B. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the second interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. Interviewer: Alright, let's begin with your- SCP-9018-B: Who are you? Why did those men attack me and my brother? Where is he? I won't speak with you until I've seen him! Interviewer: I can't let you see your brother right now, but he is safe. I uh- I've spoken to him myself. SCP-9018-B: And how can I trust you? You… Interviewer: You'll have to trust me. If you answer my questions, we should be able to reunite you both. SCP-9018-B: Very well. I am Ingo. I am a Subway Boss, alongside my brother. We run the trains you've been- Or, well, those men have been spying on. Your group refuses to let us alone, you know? We're not doing anything wrong. Interviewer: I- I can understand that, but- Well, we don't know exactly what you're doing anyway. How does your train system even work? SCP-9018-B: Simple; trains go places. People wish to go places. We take people where they wish to go- And make a few stops along the way. If you like, you may ride our trains too- In spite of the abhorrent way your… company have treated us. Interviewer: Again, I'm sorry about that- SCP-9018-B: Would you like to ride our train? I'm quite sure you would find it lovely. Interviewer: I'm quite alright, thank you- I'm more curious about your train, and the work you and your brother do. Where did you guys find your employees? SCP-9018-B: Our train is a train. I'm not quite sure how to explain it anymore than that. And… The work we do… Well, we keep the trains running on schedule, and going wherever people might want them to go. Our employees… I'm not sure why you would be interested in them. They, like us, work for the railway company. Interviewer: The Railway company? SCP-9018-B: Yes! They employ us. I'm certain the Company would not be happy if our schedule was delayed; Ergo, you should let me and my brother go. Interviewer: We'll get back to that. For now, can you tell me… Where do your passengers come from? SCP-9018-B: You should ride our train. The passengers we carry… They do love to tell their stories, and I'm certain you would find more answers talking to them than with us. Interviewer: [laugh.] I doubt they'd have anything to say to me. SCP-9018-B: You would be surprised. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Recording Equipment shut off at this point, and researcher █████ requested the pair be released after concluding the interview. █████ was sent for a full medical and psychological examination following the events of whatever interview took place with SCP-9018-B. Researcher █████ was later provided with class-b amnesiacs per request.]

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Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101

D-Class Personnel Serial Number 247187, Name █████ █████- Subject 9018-001. Sent into SCP-9018 to ascertain anomalous properties of SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 is guided by Dr. Martin. [Note of Interest: Subject 9018-001's criminal record was subject to particular scrutiny. Subject 9018-001 refused association or responsibility for all criminal activity that resulted in their subsequent life sentencing. Subject 9018-001 was particularly interested in redeeming themselves and removing their resultant record.] Subject 9018-001 enters SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 remarks on the "cleanliness" of the station and how they did not expect to see such a station down here. Subject 9018-001 is instructed to purchase a ticket from the ticket booth. Subject 9018-001 does so. Subject 9018-001 engages in conversation with an instance of SCP-9018-A. SCP-9018-A appears to be aware of Subject 9018-001's criminal record. SCP-9018-A expresses pity and offers Subject 9018-001 a "special ticket" and rate. Despite orders not to, Subject 9018-001 agrees after viewing SCP-9018-A's map (not available from recorded footage) Upon purchase of the ticket, Dr. Martin insisted that Subject 9018-001 exit SCP-9018 immediately. Subject 9018-001 at this point became an instance of SCP-9018-P, and refused. Subject 9018-001 proceeds to wait for their train to arrive. Ticket information is displayed to their personal camera. [Boarding Station: [REDACTED] Destination: [REDACTED]] After approximately eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a train rolls into station. Subject 9018-001 asks if they have permission to board, and begins walking towards the train before receiving Dr. Martin's Approval.

SCP-9018-W greets 9018-001 at the door of the train. SCP-9018-W expresses interest in Subject 9018-001's physical appearance. SCP-9018-W is joined by SCP-9018-B. 9018-B also remarks on the acceptability of their appearance. Both instances take hold of Subject 9018-001's ticket and begin conversing with Subject 9018-001 on the subject of their criminal record and subsequent service to the SCP Foundation. Subject 9018-001 sits down in a passenger cabin and SCP-9018-B leaves the cart, presumably to drive the train. SCP-9018-W continues conversing with Subject 9018-001. SCP-9018-W reveals [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to Subject 9018-001, causing the subject to enter a slight panic. SCP-9018-W offers Subject 9018-001 a position working for their "Railway Company." Subject 9018-001 is heard accepting after several seconds of silence. Dr. Martin is unable to communicate with Subject 9018-001 at this point. SCP-9018-W addresses Dr. Martin from Subject 9018-001's personal camera and microphone. SCP-9018-W informs Dr. Martin that they will be "keeping" Subject 9018-001 for the "foreseeable future." At this point, communication with Subject 9018-001 ceases. Subject 9018-001 has not been recovered to date, nor seen among the passengers of SCP-9018. [End Log.]

[enigmatist17]

Wheeljack groaned as his optics twinged, doorwings twitched as the sensory overload from...whatever had enveloped him in light made his helm spin.

"Oooooow what was that?" Oh Primus the sparkling, he forgot they'd been training.

"Are you alright little one?" The little femme currently pinned to the ground under his leg only groaned, Wheeljack moving his leg to free her as he looked around. Twitch shot up to hover beside the taller mech as she shook some soil from the top of her helm, already buzzing with a dozen questions.

"I'm okay! What was that light? And where is this place? Oh, did we teleport?! Can you teleport and just never told me?" Wheeljack finally got up to his feet, scanner out and receiving readings he hadn't seen in a long time. "Wait, where's Starscream? He was right next to you!"

"I don't know, but why don't we go and find out?" Twitch turned to look at him, servos pressed together in concern. "What's the matter?"

"I-I can't feel the others, i-it's like they're too far away." Wheeljack motioned for her to perch on his shoulder, waving his scanner around before pinpointing a location beyond the treeline. "Do you think they're okay?"

"I'm sure they are sweet Spark, your family is a tough one."

"You're right!" Wheeljack thanked Primus for her neverending optimism, following the (begrudgingly) familiar seeker EMF he'd picked up. They had barely cleared the treeline when the sounds of gunfire rang out, and both mechs shot forward to get a look at the valley that emerged below them. Starscream had indeed teleported with them, and was hiding behind some fallen logs, Wheeljack's spark nearly stopping at precisely who was firing upon the tentative ally.

"Hey, you leave him alone!" Twitch shrieked, transforming into her drone mode to fly down at the fight, missing a bot that moved to fire on the new perceived threat. Wheeljack beat them to it by disarming the bot, the inventor activating his battle mask as he ran after the sparkling.

"Twitch get out of here!" Starscream hissed, firing back for the first time with his null ray in an attempt to draw fire.

"No! You stop hurting my friend!" Twitch stopped in front of Starscream, shield active in an attempt to keep him safe.

"Is that a sparkling?!" One of the other bots hissed, only to go silent when Wheeljack slid to a stop in front of both Twitch and Starscream with his gun armed and raised. "Wheeljack?!"

"Everyone hold yer fire!" The four mechs he knew were hiding behind cover all paused, eyeing each other in confusion and suspicion. "Now, I may not know what's goin' on, but if you harm this sparklin', you answer to me."

"Yea, Dad2 is really good at fighting, so you'd better listen!" Wheeljack was grateful his mask was up, covering the grin that crossed his face despite the situation.

"....Dad2?" Wheeljack's aim trembled when a familiar mech stood, doorwings high and taught as they regarded the other. "Who are you? And how is it you have come across a sparkling?"

"You know who I am P...Prowl, and I'm ashamed ta admit I don't quite know how we got here, at least not yet." Twitch transformed back to her base mode to more than a few surprised noises, flying behind Starscream's cover to land beside him. She may not understand what's happening, but Wheeljack always had her back, so she focused on her potentially wounded ally.

"Are you okay? Did they shoot you?" Her orange wings twitched in concern as the seeker shook his helm, a clawed servo gently patting the top of her helm as Starscream kept an eye on the various Autobots.

"I shall be fine young Twitch." He moved his servo so Twitch could hold it, the small femme urging him to stand as she stared down the opposition.

"You cannot be serious the sparkling trusts Starscream." A smaller red mech's jaw dropped when Starscream got to his pedes, the Decepticon looking...well, looking far different from the one they'd fought a few solar-cycles ago.

"Starscream is my friend, be nice!" The little femme hissed, one of the taller mechs unable to stop a snort at the sight.

"Starscream is no one's friend." The red mech moved to step forward, but stopped when Wheeljack raised his blaster in warning. "This is unbelievable, it has to be some sort of trap!"

"This would be the weirdest, and most importantly, least thought-out trap I've ever seen then." A black and white mech shrugged, Twitch staring at him momentarily before her eyes flashed in recognition.

"Omigosh, you're Jazz." The smallest bot's wings twitched as the mech regarded her, visor glinting in the sun as he tilted his helm before stepping forward with a smile, servos up in peace.

"I'm honored little lady." Twitch could feel Starscream tensing up behind her, but the seeker remained where he stood as she approached the other bot, clearly curious as the other Autobots revealed themselves.

"Dad is going to be so jealous!" The squeal she let out startled everyone except Wheeljack and Starscream, the femme waving her servos in excitement. "Jazz, Prowl, Cliffjumper, Bluestreak, and Hound?! Ohmigosh, this is the coolest thing ever! Wait, are we going to the Ark? I've only ever seen the old documentaries about it, and if I got pictures, the others would be soooo jealous!"

"Twitch, darlin', ease up." Wheeljack finally holstered his gun and retracted his battle mask, noting the surprised look on the other mech's faces. "We still don't know what's goin' on."

"On that, we can agree." Starscream drawled, the feigned disinterest he was going for betrayed by his wings rigid with tension as he watched Twitch moving to examine an amused Hound's frame.

"I have already commed for reinforcements; they should arrive soon enough." Prowl approached Wheeljack with a slight hum, eyeing the nearby Decepticon with a glare. "The sparkling, she speaks of us like one does a figure in a historical sense."

"Well..." Wheeljack made sure Twitch was sufficiently distracted before leaning closer to his old commander and shaking his helm in regret. "Most of you are dead, have been fer a long time."

"...I see."

What else was there to say?

Most of the older bots were entertained by Twitch's neverending enthusiasm while they waited for whatever Autobots had been dispatched, the mere sight of a sparkling after so long lifting their sparks. Starscream tensed even further when he picked up more than a few EMF's before long, glancing down when Wheeljack moved to stand beside him.

"Doin' alright there?"

"What do you think? As you undoubtedly surmised, we are back in the War, and most of you tend to shoot first and ask questions later."

"I seem ta recall you doin' the exact same thing." The seeker glared at the deadpan response, wings flicking in a rude gesture the other only scoffed at. "Really?"

"I could do more, but the sparkling has already picked up a few, ones that Lieutenant Malto seems to know for some fragging reason." Wheeljack couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, audial fins flashing in amusement as Starscream grumbled. "SIience, you fool."

"Oh not a chance." The moment is lost when four bots drive into view, transforming to reveal Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and....himself.

"Whoa." Both engineers were sizing each other up in equal parts, curiosity and suspicion, interrupted when Twitch flew up to hover between the two with wide optics.

"This is so cool!" Before either mech could respond, she was zipping over to Bumblebee, hovering beside her mentor with a curious tilt of her helm. "I don't really know how I feel about this."

"Um...do we know each other?" Bumblebee regarded her in confusion as Optimus stepped forward, kneeling down with a friendly smile.

"Greetings, little one." Primus above, he hadn't seen a sparkling so small before, watching her optics flash in recognition before she was suddenly hugging his neck. "I see you enjoy giving hugs."

"Twitch, ease up lil' bitlet." Wheeljack shook his helm as she let go of the Autobot leader, noting Ratchet was staring at her with an intense expression. "Sorry, she's an excitable lil' thing ain't she?"

"That she is old friend." Twitch moved to hover beside Starscream as Optimus stood back up, regarding the seeker with a frown. "You must have truly come from another place, Starscream is very much our enemy."

"I'm not exactly chummy on the best of days." The seeker snapped back without hesitation, his expression faltering when Twitch crossed her arms, earning more than a few surprised looks at Starscream folding to a sparkling. "However, I do not target Autobots or those squishy little humans...most of the time."

"What he really means is he's too busy nerding out in Nightshade's lab like, all the time." Twitch rolled her optics, putting her servos on her hips. "Honestly, it took me weeks to drag you out long enough for aerial tactic lessons."

"It was not weeks, you insolent little sparkling." Starscream moved to say something else before he froze, whipping his helm around to stare at a distant cluster of trees with his wings hiking up in alert.

"Starscream?"

"We are being observed."

"Then let us continue this conversation elsewhere." Prowl narrowed his optics at the position Starscream had pointed out, Hound and Bluestreak transforming and heading out without a command. "We must not let the Decepticons get hold of any of them."

"Go, I remember where the Ark used to be." The seeker waved one servo before jumping up and transforming into his alt mode with one move, blasting off after the two Autobots.

"He shouldn't go alone." Twitch protested, but remained where she was when Wheeljack shook his helm.

"No, you're the priority here. Besides, Hound and Bluestreak'll keep him right as rain, you can trust me on that." After one last look at Starscream's retreating form, she nodded, Wheeljack transforming into his alt and popping open his door. "Come on sweetling, it's a bit of a drive."

"How can I turn down a free ride from Dad2!"

"Dad2?" Ratchet stared as the Lancia drove off, the medic already running through a list of what to scan for as the other Autobots shared bemused looks before following after.

[angelsdean]

Which hobbies do you see canon Cas do and why? I am interested in your perspective on his character. Do you think he would still like physical hobbies because they remind him of humanity and the reality of being in control while being connected to the world he fell in love with, or do you think he would stay away from more physical hobbies because they remind him of his time as a machine and soldier? Or something completely different from those reasons? Like Vic, please, I wanna know what you think about his interests, about the way he moves on earth post-canon and how his perspective on things might change, or not.

Hi, Val !! I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to get to this ask. I did the silly adhd thing where i told myself "i'll get to this later when i have more time to answer properly" and then....my brain forgor :(

Anyways I have a cas hobbies tag and I really really think he would actually enjoy sports a lot!! For some of the reasons you listed but also because it's a way for him to use a lot of the stuff he was trained for in a new and fun, recreational way instead of as a weapon.

Cas has a very strategic mind, he's spent billions of years being a soldier and he's also charismatic and someone we've seen other angels turn to as leader (like during s9). I think a lot of his skills would transfer well from battlefield to sports field. I also think Cas likes to do and be active and in motion. We see him get very impatient with things that take time. He doesn't like waiting for doors to be unlocked lol, he abandons cars when they "suddenly stop working", he needs stuff to happen now. Which is why, contrary to popular fanon I really don't see Cas doing more meditative hobbies like knitting and gardening. In 15x06, when Cas is talking about fishing, he says he "had a friend (Dean) who always praised fishing for its meditative qualities. Wish I found it more relaxing." Dean loves quiet, slow, meditative hobbies. He loves fishing. He loves working on cars. Building things (emf reader, ma'lak box), even stuff like cleaning out his guns, taking them apart and putting them back together. It's a lot of doing stuff with your hands and also being alone with your thoughts. I think Cas would, perhaps eventually, come to enjoy some of those types of hobbies too, but I think he still leans toward more physical hobbies. I said it in this post but I really think Dean would be the one more interested in knitting (adhd boy needs to keep his hands busy) and gardening (similar vibe to fishing -- meditative, outdoors).

Aside from sports, I think Cas would also enjoy some more unconventional or risky hobbies. I can see him getting into making weird art, sculptures out of found objects, glass-blowing, welding, skydiving (to Dean's horror), deep-sea diving, cave exploring, probably some illegal stuff too like this post suggests, and idk leading a heist, you know normal stuff.

While I totally understand the idea behind giving Cas peaceful meditative hobbies post-canon, and I think he would enjoy some of them for a time, Cas would eventually grow bored / frustrated and want to try something new. I can totally see him being a "serial hobby starter" and just constantly getting into "new" hobbies and buying all the supplies and gear and then like, a week later he's over it and Dean is throwing his hands up exasperated (but fond) like "CAS! Where the hell am I supposed to put all your mosaic crap now??? The garage is already full!"

[theangrycomet-art]

Inferno's Rookies: QuickStrike and Tagger

There so cute, it's a good thing they have an older, somewhat-responsible bot making sure they stay out of any REAL danger. >:)

the two recruits I mentioned in Inferno's post

Random Tidbits:

QuickStrike:

Jumpy & hyperaware of his surroundings

slightly paranoid, my

tendency to think outloud has led to a bad a muttering habit

was assigned to Inferno because he has experience with working with nervous bots

itchy trigger finger

earned his designation/name after unintentionally starting a brawl when one of his barrack buddies bumped into him

went to the same boot camp as Moonracer, but the two have lost touch over the years

signed up for search and rescue under Rodimus' recommendation, as he would be able to think of any potential spot any bot might have ended up waiting for help (trying to turn his weakness into a strength)

greatly admires Inferno and enjoys his job but wishes Tagger would quick messing with him

weapons: bolo cannon, spear & net

Tagger:

grumpy workaholic

didn't want to work in search and rescue and is still bitter about her reassignment

she'd wanted to be an elite guard but was expelled from the Academy, for her temper (more specifically, she assaulted a professor when a debate got too heated)

she had been training under Novastar before she took her new position on Elita's squadron

she was transferred to Inferno, seeing as he was friends with NS and had only one recruit in training at the time

overcharged spark

symptoms: processor migraines, overreactive EMF field, t-cog jamming, yellowed optics

like most with O!Sparks, her body wasn't able to build a proper outlet for the excess energy before fully developing

takes specially filtered energon to minimize her symptoms

from ports in her palms she's able to place trackers on any metallic surface

the target can be tracked anywhere so long as they are on the same planet from the gps on her wrists

likes to mess with Quickstrike's head

weapons: laser knuckleduster, retractable blades in her heel and toe

she loves getting into brawls more than her mentor does, not that her line of work allows much for that

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[rhymeswithchronic]

Given the fact that I finally had the opportunity to write the beginning of Seawatt and EMF's romance arc in the Mercy for the Lamb series, I think this is the first fic I've written for it pre-Boey.

That being said, it meant I got to write a LOT of things previously mentioned in other fics and I love doing little things like this. It makes the series feel so much more like a coherent series to me and it's so fun to write.

~~~ Vengeance for the Lamb, Chapter 6: [Seawatt]" Then he started showering me in emeralds and I honestly couldn’t figure out why, only to find out that he was trying to court me. "

Glad You Came:

Oh please,” EMF scoffed. “Do you think I haven’t seen the jewelry that Evbo has given you? You wear those earrings even in your sleep.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

EMF’s entire face dropped. His eyes suddenly grew huge, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before he got his wits about himself. “You… you don’t know? Oh my god , you don’t know. This entire time, you had no idea-”

“What? What are you-”

“Seawatt, he’s been trying to court you.”

[Seawatt not knowing shit about courtship rituals]

~~~

Vengeance for the Lamb, Chapter 6:

[Seawatt] "As it turns out, when you’ve never fallen in love with someone before, you really don’t know what that emotion feels like.”"

Glad You Came: "“I don’t think I know what it feels like to want to court someone,” Seawatt admitted."

[Seawatt also not knowing shit about love, though he is purposely being a little shit the second time, he's not lying]

~~~

Vengeance for the Lamb, Chapter 6:

[Seawatt] "I already wore gold but he gave me more in his own colors and I never protested."

Glad You Came:

"Instead, [EMF] held out a golden bracelet. He was looking decisively away, into the bottle that he was supposed to be drinking, but Seawatt could’ve sworn… no. He was imagining that look on his face. What was he doing imagining looks like that ?"

[EMF gifting gold jewelry]

~~~

Take a Bite and Feed (Your Satisfaction Guaranteed):

“I… don’t think it was something he enjoyed doing,” EMF had said quietly. “He just… they had to. To survive. They weren’t even fed sometimes, Seawatt. They were starving. ”

Glad You Came:

“I… don’t think it was something he enjoyed doing,” EMF said, answering the unspoken question that hovered between them. “He just… they had to. To survive.” He raised one hand to grip at the fur on his head, eyes glazed and distant. “They weren’t even fed sometimes, Seawatt. They were starving. ”

[The same conversation]

~~~

Take a Bite and Feed (Your Satisfaction Guaranteed):

“We have done much worse than you,” EMF murmured gently. He turned the rag in his hand until a clean spot faced outwards, then used it to gently scrub at the corner of Evbo’s lips. 

Glad You Came:

“You know the horror stories they told about me on the Pro Layer?” EMF suddenly challenged. His tail lashed, ears flattening against his skull. “Do you realize that some people had nightmares about me? That some committed suicide when I became Champion? Did you know that they called me ‘The Angel of Death’ because of the job I had? It was my duty to ensure that the Pros did their jobs, and when they didn’t, it was my job to kill them .” He took a step closer. “So if you’re a monster, then that makes me a monster, too.”

[The 'much worse' things that EMF did]

~~~

Take a Bite and Feed (Your Satisfaction Guaranteed):

Twelve years [Evbo] had lived as a Noob. Twelve years of pavlovian training was not something that could be shrugged off after just a few years of consistent, healthy, filling food. 

Seawatt himself had been much younger at the time, barely seventeen when he had first filled that role under the Evil Champion’s rule, and he had already grown so cold that he didn’t even care that he was sentencing another child to death. 

Glad You Came:

“I’m…- shit -. I didn’t know. I helped him for twelve years and I never even…” Seawatt tugged uselessly at the bracelet around his wrist. He tasted iron as his teeth tore through the skin of his lips. “I never realized …”

...

“You… Seawatt, you were just a kid when he hired you.”

“I was not a kid ,” Seawatt spat back. “I was seventeen. I knew better. I… should’ve known better. Never once did I think to consider that-”

[Ages, Seawatt coming to terms with how young he was upon taking the job]

~~~

Vengeance for the Lamb, Chapter 8:

“And even if he did,” EMF said after a moment, choosing his words carefully. “Then it… it wasn’t your fault , Seawatt. You know that, right?”

Seawatt scoffed and turned his head back to the bowl. He was mixing something, though EMF didn’t pay enough attention to it to figure out what. “Obviously, I knew that.”

“I don’t think you do. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You know that you don’t have to repeat that. It was the old Champion’s doing, not mine.”

“Seawatt. I want you to look at me.”

Seawatt’s hand tightened on the spoon he was using to mix. He was not looking up.

“Seawatt.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

At that, slowly, so slowly, Seawatt looked up. His face was kept carefully neutral, but EMF could tell there was something that wanted to break through. He swallowed, eyes nervously darting back and forth between EMF’s eyes as if he was trying to figure out where exactly to look.

“What happened to Evbo wasn’t your fault.”

Glad You Came:

“I was not groomed,” Seawatt snapped. “It’s not like he ever tried anything with me. I happily agreed to work for him, even knowing what my job was. What I was doing. He offered it to me and-”

“Of course you did!” EMF interrupted. “He was the Champion . Of course, you were going to enthusiastically agree to whatever he told you, especially at that age! You were a kid , and he was an authority figure. Not just any- the authority figure! Anyone would have! Hell, I would have done it if the Champion had offered me a position like that before I met Evbo!”

“I wasn’t a kid! I should’ve known better!”

“Nobody knows better at that age! What happened with- with the Noobs. With Evbo. That…” EMF stood as well, chest heaving with every breath and eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “That’s not your fault .”

[A rehash of similar conversations]

I will admit, there definitely might be some broken continuity here or there. Sometimes I just offhandedly mention something without ever having much thought of expanding on it. If you ever notice something like that don't be afraid to mention it to me! I like trying to keep my timelines straight and I don't always see my own mistakes.

Just thought this was a fun little project to do and it was really really nice writing the development that their relationship went through. I love the Polykour trio have in Vengeance and there's something so fun to write with Seaster in particular hehe I think it's the fact that they still spit venom at each other but it's all like... their jibes are all followed with a heart emoji if you get me

[thelastspeecher]

Stanuary '25 - Week 3: Supernatural

Week 3 babey! Here it is! After some debate, I went in possibly a controversial route, by not choosing one of my many AUs where Stan is something supernatural. Instead, I went with the modern version of my Stanley McGucket AU (appropriately called Modern Stanley McGucket AU), and had Stan doing something supernatural. Or, er, supernatural-adjacent. You'll see.

(You'll also see why I opted for a modern AU.)

Enjoy.

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              Stan panned his flashlight around, trying to make sure he didn't trip over a railroad tie and faceplant.

              “Remind me why we're cosplaying as hobos in the middle of the night?” he said dryly. He and the youngest McGucket son, Lute, were walking along the railroad tracks that ran on the outskirts of town. Stan only had his phone and flashlight, but Lute had a backpack full of equipment designed by his older brother Fiddleford. Lute huffed impatiently.

              “The railroad tracks are the most haunted place in Gumption! Other than the bridge, but rumor is that's a demon, not a ghost. I don't want to mess with that.”

              “...Right,” Stan muttered. “And why did I agree to come?”

              “Somethin' 'bout makin' sure I don't get run over by a train.” Lute looked over his shoulder at Stan. “But that ain't a problem. These tracks have been closed since 'fore I was born. And even when they were in use, Pa says they never ran at night.”

              “They didn't run at night? Why not?” Stan asked. Lute stopped walking and fully turned around, excitement on his face.

              “It has to do with why the tracks are haunted,” Lute said fervently. Stan stifled a sigh. He recognized that tone from Ford. Lute might never shut up now. “Apparently, there was a nasty accident decades ago. It was rainin' hard and late at night. Visibility was horrible. The conductor didn't see the truck stuck on the tracks.”

              “A truck?”

              “A feller was rushin' his wife to the doctor. She went into labor. But he turned the wrong way and went over the tracks. And the truck got stuck. Both of 'em died on impact. Multiple cars were derailed. They fully fell off the tracks. One destroyed a house-”

              “Okay, no, hold up,” Stan interrupted. Lute stopped, looking disappointed. “That's bullshit! It's got to be!”

              “What? No, Harper told me-”

              “And where'd he hear it?”

              “Oswald's big brother.”

              “Uh-huh. And where did that guy get his information from?”

              “I- I don't know.”

              “I like a good ghost story as much as the next guy, but this has fake written all over it,” Stan said firmly. “If you can't track down where it came from, can you believe it?”

              “You sound like Angie,” Lute muttered sourly. His younger sister had refused to come. She didn't believe in ghosts, but in case they did exist, she didn't want to disturb any potential spirits from their slumber. This was in contrast to Fiddleford, who didn’t come because he was too afraid of the ghosts he fully believed existed.

              “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you get what I mean, right?” Stan said. Lute nodded, still looking like he was sucking on a lemon. “And this story, it's just- it's too perfect! A lady giving birth? A house getting destroyed? Come on. That's something you’d see in a movie.”

              “Then you explain why the tracks didn't run at night 'fore they got shut down.”

              “I don't know! I didn't grow up here!” Stan exclaimed. Lute took off the backpack he was carrying. “You're not gonna make me carry that now, are you?”

              “I was gettin' the EMF reader out,” Lute said. “We're near where folks say the crash happened.” He grinned at Stan. “But now that you mention it...” Stan rolled his eyes.

              “Fine.” He waited for Lute to dig through the bag, pull something out, and then zip it back up before he shrugged it on. “Geez! This thing weighs a ton!”

              “Fidds doesn't use lightweight materials when he's workin',” Lute said idly. “I'm just glad he was able to figure out how to build this stuff. It would've been expensive to buy.”

              “Don't those ghost hunting guys you watch on YouTube get sponsored?”

              “Sometimes. But I think the company they work fer pays fer their equipment,” Lute said idly. He flipped a switch on the side of the brick-shaped device he'd taken out. It made a soft humming sound.

              “Now what?” Stan asked. He adjusted the bag on his back to be slightly more comfortable.

              “Now we walk 'round and wait fer this to-” Without warning, multiple bulbs lit up on the EMF reader, from green to red. The soft hum turned into a high-pitched keen. “Um.”

              “Is it supposed to do that?” Stan asked. He stepped closer so that he was right next to Lute and peered down at the device.

              “Well, yes? But not- this is the highest it can go. It's weird that it jumped so high right away.”

              “Did ya test it before we left?”

              “Yes! Plenty of times! Nothin' above a two back home, and Fidds said that two was probl'y interference from the TV.” Lute stared at the EMF reader dumbly. “A five is- I wouldn't expect to see that even at the demon bridge.”

              “Do ghost hunting things work on demons?” Stan asked. Lute frowned at him. “Genuine question! They're different things, right?”

              “Yes, they are.” Lute pursed his lips. “Them YouTube ghost hunters use their equipment on demons.”

              “Yeah, but has it really worked?” Stan asked. Lute and the siblings that he'd convinced to watch the YouTube ghost hunters had strong opinions on the validity of the data collected. Sometimes these opinions contradicted each other, resulting in long arguments that Stan enjoyed watching from the sidelines.

              “Unclear. At least, that's what I think from what they've shown.” Lute turned the EMF reader over in his hands. It continued to squeal and light up. Stan heard a faint whistle in the distance and looked over. He felt the blood drain from his face. “I don't know why-”

              “Uh, Lute?” Stan said hesitantly.

              “Yeah?”

              “You said these tracks aren't in service.”

              “They aren't.”

              “Then why the hell is there a train comin’?” Stan demanded. Before Lute could even look up from the EMF reader, Stan grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him off the tracks. The two stumbled back, ultimately falling on their butts just as a train hurtled down the tracks they had been standing on seconds ago. Wind gushed past them, tossing their hair.

              “There- that-” Lute gasped. He turned to face Stan, eyes as big as saucers. “That ain't possible! No train has gone on these tracks fer twenty years at least!” Stan stared at the train, ice spreading through his body. It didn't look fully in focus, which, given he didn’t wear his glasses, happened a lot. But it was blurrier than things usually were. It was almost gaseous in appearance, like it had been made from smoke or fog or mist. If Stan squinted, he could see the trees on the other side of the tracks through the train.

              “I think that's still true,” Stan said, unhappy with how his voice shook. “This isn't a regular train.” Lute turned to look at the train as well.

              “No. It ain't,” he said in a small voice. They sat on the damp grass, watching the ghost train rush by. Only when it was gone did they finally get to their feet. After a few moments, Stan cleared his throat.

              “At least that thing finally shut up,” he said, nodding at the EMF reader Lute was holding. The lights were off and it was again making the faint humming sound.

              “Yeah...” Lute ran his hand through his hair with a laugh. “A ghost train! I can't- holy- them boys on YouTube ain't got somethin' near that nice and how many haunted places have they been?”

              “A lot,” Stan said with a grin. Now that the ghost train was gone, the initial surge of fear was beginning to fade, leaving behind an adrenaline high. Stan grabbed Lute roughly and noogied him. “You found a better ghost than those guys that do it for a living!” Lute laughed.

              The jovial moment was broken up by a voice.

              “You boys doin' all right here?” Stan and Lute turned. A middle-aged man holding an old-fashioned lantern stood on the other side of the tracks, watching them.

              “Oh, uh, yeah, we're fine, sir!” Lute said, pulling free of Stan's headlock. The EMF reader began to sing again. Stan looked down at it in Lute's hand. All lights but the last were lit up. Stan looked at the man. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something seemed…off. The hairs on the back of Stan's neck stood up.

              “Do you recognize this guy?” Stan whispered into Lute's ear. Lute shook his head. “But you know everyone in town, right?” Lute paused.

              “Yes,” he whispered.

              “Think this guy is a ghost?” Stan prompted. Lute squinted, then went pale.

              “Probl'y.” Lute swallowed. “Wanna go back home?”

              “Thought you'd never ask.”

              Stan turned around and began to sprint back to where the Stanmobile was parked. Due to the weight of the backpack slowing him down, Lute caught up quickly. Stan unlocked the car, tossed the backpack in the back seat, and jumped into the driver's seat. Lute slid into the passenger's seat as Stan was starting the car. As they sped away from the tracks, their shoulders began to relax. Once they were on the dirt road that led back to the farm, Stan turned his head and grinned at Lute.

              “So next weekend, I'm thinkin' we should go to that demon bridge,” he said idly. Lute laughed and punched Stan's shoulder.

              “Shut up!”

              “What? That thing works on regular ghosts, we have to see if it works on demons!”

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown - preliminaries

Propaganda:

For Corinne D'Artagnan:

the only barbie to study the blade. the only barbie to have three gfs. gee barbie! how come your mom lets you have three girlfriends? vote corinne for polycules. vote corinne for pepperoni. for EMF. for tumblr user @mynqzo’s AU. and above all vote corinne for feminism. 

Corinne is the daughter of D’Artagnan from the original book by Dumas. She wants to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a musketeer, but oh no it’s the antagonist Period-Typical Misogyny. She ends up working for the palace anyway, as a maid, where she meets three other girls with her same dream and a badass old lady who trains them. The training montages are fun! They save the prince’s life a few times, uncover the plot to murder him at a masked ball they shouldn’t be attending in the first place, save his life one final time, defeat the other Big Bad of the movie (the prince’s evil cousin, but I guess they defeat sexism too), and then he promotes them to the royal guard. It’s just a good movie, one of my favorites from the Barbie franchise, honestly amazing soundtrack, jokes that land, the musketeers are all very gay for each other, and OF COURSE I have to talk more about the icon herself, Corinne. What can I say? She’s strong, stubborn, determined, hot-blooded, sticks to her principles, and has not one but TWO animal sidekicks: her cat, Miette, and her horse, Alexander. Yeah, she’s a horsegirl. She’s a country bumpkin in the big city (Paris). Her working class rizz pulls the prince (who literally doesn’t deserve her, Corinne x Renée forever, Louis you will die by my sword). She taunts the antagonist while he’s dangling from a rooftop (in the smuggest voice possible: “still believe a girl doesn’t possess the proper skills?”) she doesn’t even try to save his life lol. He does survive because it’s a movie for kids but no thanks to her. The film concludes with Corinne riding into the sunset with her gal pals, swords drawn, leaving the prince behind. 

For Youmu Konpaku:

Two swords. Therefore twice the awesomeness. She is half-ghost, which is cool. Also she so has a crush on Yuyuko.

Uhhh she's sick as fuccckk

[object-vault-9]

Character Spotlight 1: EMF Meter's History

OOC: I was trying to plan more art or a narrative approach, but with the chaos upcoming in the next weeks in comic and my art program deleting the pens and textures I was using for this several times.... I'd like to go back and refine it better ! Its a little vague and weird in places but I didn't want to put off EMF stuff too much longer Anyway here's a summary of EMF's time at the vault, for people who missed his short duration here, plus his back story! Like always he's open for questions Under the cut since this was really long and wordy

The 18th week after opening the vault, EMF Meter was found with a severe head wound. He was discovered by Red Ball and Push Pin, and brought back to the vault to be cared for by Mousetrap. He wasn't able to determine what happened to him. Week 22 is when he regained consciousness. The exposed portion of his circuitry were still not healing over even as he started to recover. He was back on his feet by Week 24, though still suffered frequent headaches. He reported starting to see and hear things around the vault, but struggled to describe what exactly it was. His original electric field detecting capabilities became less effective, and he got a lot of false positives that messed with his perception. Being a very deeply spiritual person, he interpreted many of these things to be ghosts, and later, possibly demons. Especially after learning of the many losses the vault suffered recently, and prior to its opening. His time in the vault he always came off as quiet and secretive. He was really close with Mousetrap and no one else, and he didn't bring up his past much. He offered to help around the clinic, and to Mousetrap's surprise he was a trained doctor, and familiar with a lot of the pre-war techniques passed down from the vault. The clinic was extremely busy at the time, and some of the vault dwellers injuries were dire, especially Timer's infected leg after she had fallen from a cliff. With supplies dwindling, on week 30 EMF took off on his own to scavenge supplies from the boarded off hospital. To enter the building he climbed to the roof, but slipped on his way back down, surviving the fall but shattering the plastic casing making up his back. Having not told anyone where he had gone, it took the vault a while to locate him after his disappearance was noticed. He luckily made it back to the vault alive and in one piece. He survived a few more weeks due to Mousetrap's careful medical attention, but he wasn't able to make a recovery this time. On his death bed he urged Mousetrap not to blame herself. But how did he get here?

Many miles away from the vault, Emerald City, named after the fantastical city in The Wizard of Oz, is the one of the most stable settlements in the commonwealth. Known to many as simply the 'Walled City", it is notoriously difficult to get in and out of. Though well defended from bandits and wasteland threats, the city is rampant with deep rooted corruption. EMF Meter was born and raised there, and trained as a doctor. If he had stayed he'd have become an affluent figure, but he was really unhappy. The corruption that poisoned the city was prevalent in his family too, leading to both his success and his depression. Leaving behind his old life, he left the city. His journey led him to a church and cemetery. A huge, old world cathedral, barely damaged, and holding up well with its heavy stone foundation. As a doctor he was able to provide help for them that no one had been able to before. And without any survival skills, he felt he had lucked out finding a more genuine community out here, where he could really make a difference. While he provided the community with medical care, they guided him spiritually, with a strange religion unlike any of the beliefs held by objects pre-war. On the first day he was encouraged to throw everything he owned, besides the things he needed for his job, into the hole in the wooden flooring of the church. Freeing himself from its hold on him. He did so readily, believing fate had led him there. Even after leaving, he still believed deeply in things like fate, and more abstractly, demons.

He spent several years there, where he saw the group take in many more lost souls like him. Though he noticed, that as many people as they took in, the population size remained somewhat stagnant. A lot of his friends would leave without telling him. At night, the foundation of the building would groan, giving him nightmares. He was usually advised against using his electric field detection while there. When he did use it, like when assessing the health of other gadget objects like him, he'd pick up weird readings under the building. Despite being told not to approach the hole without another convert, one night he couldn't ignore it any longer. Layers upon layers of items filled up the floor of the cavernous basement under the floorboards of the cathedral. The bones and flesh of hunted animals, the possessions of the community, and...corpses. The whole church was built on a den of an enormous mutated creature, obscured by shadows. The whole church had been occupied solely to keep it dormant, at the expense of the resources, possession and even the lives of the people around it. The people who benefitted most were the high priests that took him in...and people like EMF who could provide rarer services. EMF's skills gave him a value the other passerbyers couldn't afford. He left that night.

EMF Meter was not a man built for survival in the wasteland. Generations of almost stable city life, even if the city was nothing like a modern one, and then further years where he was taken care of at the castle, he struggled a lot with finding food and fighting off beasts. He suffered a severe injury, and fell into a near coma. When he came to, he was a lot quieter and more solemn of a man. He was suspicious of the vault's intentions, and stayed mostly close to his fellow doctor and the person who remained by his side all that time, Mousetrap. For a final fun fact, in game they shared a mutual crush

[starbound-jupiter]

seaMF… who makes the first move? i need to know

ooooh!!!! i’d put my money on seawatt personally!!!!

okokok i know this is stereotypical, i’m so sorry i have no choice. it’s the voices.

like. it’s the whole thing if they’ve been fighting, they’re both super banged up and bloody; seawatt has him against a wall or smth and just. something in shifts. the way EMF is looking at him, the sudden realization of their proximity, how close they are- it all hits seawatt like a goddamn TRAIN.

(there’s at least seven new types of tension during that moment lol.)

[ardbar]

Dear ardbar,

You look like a funny guy. Can you share any Mavbo headcanons you have?

With love /p, Mavbo brainroting anon

Oof okay I have so many I'm not quite even sure where to start.

I start at the beginning I guess. I wouldn't even call this a head canon I consider it fact. EMF was 100% the one to ask out Evbo. I think this for a variety of reasons but mainly because I don't think until EMF asked him he totally understood his own feelings. Evbo has practically lived his life with little to no other human interaction. Like besides the guards but I wouldn't consider that as like real connections. So given that he had never really had any friends nor a crush I think he would struggle telling the two emotions apart and only when introduced to the idea would he ever realize that was an actual option.

Following this same train of thought I think of the two EMF is definitely the one initiating most of the physical contact. This might be a controversial one but hear me out. As said before I don't think Evbo has had really many if any meaningful relationships. So I think at least in the early stages of their relationship Evbo was hesitant to touch EMF because he just wasn't used to contact being a loving thing. However, to go along with this I think after their relationship developed more and as he warmed up to it more EMF's personal space became their personal space. I can def imagine Evbo just popping up out of know where and immediately draping himself over EMF no matter what he's doing.

Since I'm already on the note of basically love langauges I'll go into that more. I think Evbo is def the type of person to show love through gifts. I think this is somewhat caused by the 3 most important relationships he has/had. First if we look at the memory with Seawatt while he did have him doing parkour for the diamonds it wasn't really a big ask and more of a gift, so this first implanted the idea to Evbo that giving things to others is a sign of friendship. This is further supported by the Old Man giving him the barrier block and EMF giving him the totem. All of these people are important to him and all of their friendships started with them giving him a gift. I think that would def leave an impact on him and how he views showing love.

This is getting long and I don't know if you expected all of this so I'll only give one more and idk if you want to hear more you can ask i guess. I think this is a popular one but I think Evbo loves to stare at EMF. Now you might say oh thats obvious he's in love so of couse he'd look at the person he loves. However, I think it's for a different reason. So it's kinda implied that because the layers exist the people at the bottom can't really see the sky. So I think that before becoming a master his first introduction to the sky and specifcally the night sky is from EMF and his starry skin (If you want an example of this courier-roku does it really well). And even after becoming a master he still prefered his friend over the real thing.

Okay those are a few of my silly little headcanons hope you like them ^_^