#i ordered a new cable so i will see if that fixes it but if it doesnt then i guess its time for a new laptop !!!!

[theygotlost]

soooooo my latop has an awesome new problem where it only charges about half the time so now using my computer makes me super anxious and stressed out bc it will randomly stop charging while plugged in and im scared it will stop charging altogether soon and then its only a matter of time before the battery runs out and its dead forever!

[finniestoncrane]

OH BOY! How about Office Eddie nsfw headcanons? I love that dweeb at the office with a dark streak and honestly just want anything about him 💚

Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader Headcanons oooooooooh yeah!! i've started writing a little outline for something like this but longer!! this is a good excuse to test some things out and see what works >:3c 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: voyeurism, pervert eddie, peeping tom, spying, non-consensual stuff, masturbation, unintentional cum swallowing

listen, employment in a nice office isn't all that common in gotham, and you're lucky you're not behind a bar serving sleazy wannabe rogues or hustling for what little money you can get, so you're willing to put up with your shy and quiet and kinda dweeby co-worker

but that's only because you have no idea about all the weird stuff he's up to...

eddie is smitten immediately by you, but he doesn't speak to you at all for the first two weeks you're sharing an office with him

it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he slowly warms up and offers you a hello and a goodbye

when he starts talking to you a bit more, it's about quite dark and deep subjects

it's almost like he's trying to guage your response to decide if you're a good person

or one of the people he goes on about, the undeserving masses

he's nice enough though, and you find that he's very helpful and willing to guide you with the tasks

and you quickly notice that he's far smarter than you, and is willing to hold himself accountable for your training

this seemingly kind gesture isn't selfless, however, it's actually his way of getting closer to you

and to have you depending on him for your job

it's not something you notice at first, if at all, but edward always offers to look your work over before passing it on to the bosses

he's changing it without you knowing though, making sure there are little mistakes that have you reprimanded

eddie delivers that bad news of course, and offers to show you how to fix your errors

you're so grateful that you hug him, or compliment him, and so he can hardly stop doing it

besides, the stupider you feel, the more you'll have to rely on him, and the more you'll view him as smart and wonderful

and in order to keep you thinking that, he'll criticise you sometimes

nothing too mean, not too obvious

but enough that he can see your pupils widening and your skin flushing when he does compliment you

"don't worry, i won't tell the bosses"

gosh, you owe him so much... maybe he'll cash in the favours someday

eddie has the keys to the office and he unlocks it every morning, since he's always there a lot earlier than you

you never question why, but it's so he can set things up

you wouldn't believe how many cameras are hidden in the little space you share

under the desk, in the toilet, in the stationary cupboard

and the work laptop he offered to set up for you?

the webcam is hacked, so he can watch you at home

because at a certain point, he can't stand not to be around you or to know what you're up to when you clock out for the day

and that includes when you leave the room to go to the toilet

he had to drill a hole in the wall of the cupboard between the office and the bathroom, just so he can keep an eye on you

and he finds his behaviour escalating, like an experiment to see how far he can go

it starts with him touching himself under his desk, rubbing his hands over his erection and trying to keep quiet

rubbing against you in the elevator, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you, staring down your blouse

asking you to reach up high or down low to watch the way your clothes move to expose you

messing with the ac, watching you sweat when it's too hot, watching your nipples harden when it's too cold

then he starts messing with the cables under his desk a lot, something with the wiring you don't understand

but it's an excuse to stare at your legs, trying to get a peek up your skirt

and then before you know it, your sweet coworker is masturbating into your coffee creamer

waiting to see if you can taste the difference, to see if you recognise him on your tongue

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠: Notice

Jungkook knows the effect he has on people. So why won't you look at him the same?

Main Tags/Warnings: Model!Jungkook, Actor!Jungkook, Stylist!Reader, strangers/enemies to lovers, mentions of toxic beauty standards

Length: ~4k words

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Jeon Jungkook.

He's not really what you see every day visually in the modeling industry, and from what you've heard, he's also quite the charmer. Clearly he has to have something going on if his constantly changing partners are anything to go by- one google search of his name giving you several articles about different names he's allegedly participating in the sensual bedroom tango with. Not that you're surprised- most male models tend to make use of their name in order to get what they desire.

Kill or be killed- you can't really blame anybody for using what they have.

"Did you know he apparently has a yacht?" Lea wonders, eating her sandwich your brought her this morning, as she sits on a table close to you. "I've never even been on a fucking yacht before. Apparently those things are like, 500 thousand coins! Imagine!" She sighs, making you laugh along with her. "I can't believe someone just spends that much money on a boat of all things." She mumbles, trying not to get her new acrylics dirty with the sauce.

"Maybe once you have too much, you just don't care?" Haru wonders, setting up his camera equipment close by. "I've heard that money loses it's worth to those who have a lot of it." He offers, shrugging his shoulders as he adjusts some cables.

"I mean, probably." Lea agrees. "With all the brand deals he has, he's got to have his bank account packed with doubloons." She huffs. "Can't he spare us a million each? He won't miss it, I'm sure.." She whines, finishing her breakfast while you shake your head, laughing.

You're all joking around, but at the end of the day, you'll all probably stay where you are financially and career wise until the end of your days. And you yourself are fine with that- you've accepted the fact that the life Jeon Jungkook for example is living isn't something you yourself would want. That man get's snapped by paparazzi almost daily, he's got no privacy from what you can tell, and he can't even say his opinion without being destroyed for it.

No thank you, you rather stay a nobody than have your entire life displayed for the world to judge.

"What's the concept anyways?" You mumble, looking at Lea who shrugs.

"They said he wants to play director today." She jokes. "So I brought a little of everything, really. We'll see what he wants to do."

You frown. You don't like being so unable to prepare anything- to be put on the spot like that. What if he wants something from you you can't pull off? You don't want to be shit-talked by someone with a name as big as his- that would be absolute career-ending for sure, and you can't have that. You've got nothing else than this.

"I heard he's kinda difficult." Lea sighs, picking up her coffee. "They always only look nice.." She huffs disappointed, before she takes a sip.

You just stay quiet. It's all the same anyways.

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Jeon Jungkook is, indeed, difficult.

Not only is he way too tall for you, but he also moves around constantly, talks over your head as if you're not there, and most of all seems to love making fun of you for no apparent reason other than to piss you off. You're not sure why exactly it has to be you- but it seems like he's chosen his victim, and he won't let go anytime soon.

Just do your job, you tell yourself.

His jokes about your height honestly suck, but no one's brave enough to say it, clearly. Everyone laughs at them and praises his good looks and professionalism while you're just trying to get through this whole ordeal. "A bit tired, huh?" The model looks up at you as he sits on the chair provided, your hands fixing his hair in place just the way he wanted it to. You're glad he's sitting. You hate when he's standing upright, not even trying to bend down a little to offer some help. "And not much of a talker." He chuckles, boldly letting his eyes roam over your face and body while you work.

If he's as observant as he wants to make himself to be, then he won't be too surprised if you don't answer now, either.

And he isn't- he just laughs softly to himself, nothing more than that, and you honestly don't want to know what he's thinking. He's probably judging your no-name branded clothes, ripped tights from having gotten your keys caught on them earlier, and your clear lack of makeup.

You're not the model here, so why bother?

You leave him quickly after finishing up, letting Haru and the others guide the model on where to look and how to pose- though honestly, Jungkook seems rather shit at following directions, always doing somewhat of what he wants instead of what's being suggested.

Why even bring a director when you're gonna do what you want anyways?

"I hate how good he looks." lea hisses at you from where she's standing right next to where you are. "He's so mean! Like, childish-mean!" She whines towards you, and you can't help but snort to yourself because that's hitting the nail on the head for you.

He does act like a spoiled child rather than an adult man on the road towards his thirties.

"Jungkook-ssi, please look at the camera!" One of the directors ask, and only now do you notice that the model looked your way- probably having heard you laugh. Does he think you were laughing about him? Hopefully not, even if it's somewhat true.

You can't have him yap about you to other magazines or whatnot.

So you instantly wipe that smile off your face and go back towards professionalism, and at that, he alerts his gaze as well, going back to what he's been hired to do.

"Do you think there's guys out there who look like him but are nice too?" Lea wonders now that you've both walked a bit morenout of hearing range, avoiding his radar as you hide amongst the other staff and equipment. "Like, I want a hot dude with piercings and tattoos too. But with the old-guy gentleman flavor, you know?" She dreams, stealing a snack from you.

"Dont think so." You huff out, stretching your arms high up to arch your back and legs, even going onto tip-toes as your muscles release all the tension you've been accumulating already. You sigh out in bliss after finishing, your body seemingly reset-

A smirking Jungkook walking right past you, probably having seen you throughout the entire ordeal.

What's that stupid half-smile for, though?

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You shrug. "He looks the same in every photo to me." You tell Haru, who looks at you a bit lost.

He sighs as he clicks through the photos himself, unsure. You know he knows you're right- but at the end of the day, people like those sultry eyes and that cocky expression that man makes in every picture. You're not sure what exactly makes it so appealing- but you're just here to make him look as good as possible. And his hair looks perfect in almost every shot- so that's good enough for you.

That's your job. Nothing more, nothing less.

"It's his signature look." Haru tries to justify, his soft voice unsure, however, as if he needs to tell it mostly to himself to be convinced of it. He's never been a fan of shootings like these- he's good at them, sure, but he doesn't enjoy shooting those pictures. He's too soft to say it, but you know he finds them boring and uninteresting. It's basics, nothing exciting, nothing new. But he's being paid for this- so he doesn't complain.

That's his job- nothing more, nothing less.

"Well, then his signature look is boring." You say, leaning back against the table behind you, sipping your can of sugary caffeinated soda- the energy drink by now the only thing keeping you somewhat concentrated. Hopefully Jungkook stops complaining so much so you can all go home soon- he's got the whole week anyways, so why is he so whiny?

Brat. It's only the first day and he's already getting on your nerves- acting like someone pissed in his breakfast, rolling his eyes and staring people down just for the fun of it. And women actually fuck that guy? Nepotism must be crazy.

He probably has sex in front of a mirror just to watch himself.

"Boring, huh." Jungkook's voice chimes up, and you spot him walking closer, now wearing a new set of clothes. The leather pants look awfully tight, especially in his private region- that can't be comfortable, can it?

You frown at him. He got his hair all chaotic again- but it's fine. It fits the theme. You won't retouch it for now.

"She didn't mean it like that-" Haru instantly tries to defend you, the young man intimidated by the model as always. You wonder how he can even operate the camera when he constantly shies away from him so much. Maybe when he looks at him through the lens he can detach the person from the picture? It would make sense. After all, you do the same.

You don't see Jungkook. You see Jeon Jungkook, brand ambassador and model- and it should stay that way.

"I did." You disagree with him, however, before you look back at Jungkook. You don't need to be protected- not for your own opinion. It doesn't have any weight anyway, you doubt that someone like you can hurt this man's ego either. It's at least as big as himself, if not taller, which is a lot, considering that he towers over you despite not even reaching the standard 1.80m height usually desired. Then again, there's quite a few things you could count as not being the standard of beauty. But he makes up for it in confidence- even if he seems to have a little too much of it for your taste. "I did mean it like that."

"What am I supposed to do instead then?" Jungkook challenges, crossing his arms next to you.

The hell were you supposed to tell him? You're neither a model, nor very fashionable. He should ask Lea about that, not you. He's trying to argue for no good reason, and that attitude is starting to piss you off.

"Nothing. It's good like that." You shrug, keeping your cool for now at least visually.

"You said it's boring." He bites back almost immediately. Your distaste grows.

"I did, because to me, it is." You respond calmly. Is he trying to pick a fight with you right now? He really is acting like a child beneath all that fake politeness and forced friendly tone he puts on. "But that's my personal opinion. I'm sure people will like those pictures despite that." You explain.

He plays around with his piercings, and gives you that odd look that you can't distinguish from hatred or being offended.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been trying to figure you out for the entire shoot- wondering what you're really like. Do you like softer guys like Haru more? You seem to have some edge to you, if the glimpse of your bellybutton piercing and the few lines of a tattoo poking out the waistband of your pants would be anything to go by. Maybe you're just someone who likes to be in charge.

He can't offer that, at least not sexually.

He's opening his mouth to say something, before he moves when the director claps, and tells everyone to get back to their respective spots-

Jungkook sitting in front of the camera once more, woth the same signature look, because that is his job.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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If it wasn't for Lea and Haru, you wouldn't even be here.

Sitting in a restaurant, special VIP part that's secluded for the rest of the people here, eating together with stupid Jeon Jungkook, who's busy crawling up your boss's ass. He's sitting right next to you too, which is just as ridiculous- it makes it impossible to have a proper conversation with either of your friends. So you just eat, casually, mostly whatever Lea puts on your plate for you.

You really hate social settings like this. You don't like being reminded that you can't even hold a proper conversation for longer than two sentences.

The moment he puts a piece of meat on your plate instead of Lea, your chopsticks stutter. You don't like this. He just tries to appear friendly- probably because everyone else is watching. You know how this goes, after all, you've been through shit like this before. He'll lure you in, be all nice and sweet, use you as his dirty little secret before he leaves you behind for someone that looks better at his side. Someone of his own profession, most likely- or maybe a singer, or an actress. Someone pretty, tall and famous, someone useful for his career. Someone beneficial.

Someone that's not you.

"You're really not much of a talker, hm?" He asks, sitting next to you with his head on his hand, elbow perched up on the table. He honestly looks a little tired without all the makeup Lea had put on for the shoot today- eyes a bit dull, darkness underneath them shadowing the glimmer they had during work today quite a bit. His skin is also not really as clear as it looked in the pictures taken. He's got a few beauty marks, a noticeable little scar, and some redness around his nose.

He looks like a person from this angle. Not like a model.

"…what am I supposed to say." You shrug, eating what he's offered, because why not? He hums a reply, everyone else at the table conversing with one another, Lea currently seemingly in a heated debate about the height of heels with another staff member across the table.

"Why do you work this job when you hate models so much?" Jungkook asks, catching you off guard as you look at him again. "Or is it just me that's your issue?" He challenges, and you sigh, shaking your head before you occupy yourself with your food once more.

"Was my work okay?" You ask him instead, not looking at him but rather his hands, because you can't stand those eyes he has.

"More than okay- it was just what I wanted." He replies a bit caught off guard, and you shrug.

"Then there's nothing to talk about." You simply reply. Because that's the way you need to keep things, that's how you'll protect yourself and have been for the last few years. You're there to work, not make friends, and especially nothing more than that.

"Oh I think there is." Jungkook chuckles next to you. "I heard you and Kim Yongsun had something going on a few years back when he was shooting for Dazed." He says, and suddenly, you put your chopsticks down, even Lea looing over at you, an expression of both anger and worry on her face. You get up and leave with a respectful bow to your seniors, leaving the restaurant and Jeon Jungkook behind, who's looking at Lea next to him as if to ask what's suddenly wrong with you-

but even she shakes her head, turning back towards Haru next to her, no longer interested in talking to him.

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Kim Yongsun is, at the moment, a very successful actor. Having starred as a leading role in several dramas, he's right now shooting for a full length movie, though the news aren't really as interested in his career-

but more so in his love life, and the baby on the way.

Articles about this perfect and untainted lovestory are all over the place whenever you search up his name- this picture-perfect dream he's created about how he only ever loved his now wife Jane, how he's never looked at anyone before.

Such a liar, but then again- he's an actor, and that's what he's pretty talented at.

Having all of those memories revived made you nauseous yesterday, and it also made you dread coming to work today. But this is your job, nothing more, nothing less.

"There's my pretty bestie!" Lea instantly hugs you the next morning, swaying you around a little childishly, pressing her cheek against yours. With her tall body and a few years above your age, she feels like an older sister that you can trust, years of working together having glued your souls to one another it feels like. "Did you get home safe yesterday?" She wonders, and you nod.

"Went to bed right away." You explain, getting out your breakfast, another one for her as well. She tends to get up late, so you always buy her something on the way- otherwise she would constantly forget to eat.

"I'm gonna have to try so hard not to poke an eye out of that guy today.." The makeup artist growls, pouting as she picks up her sandwich.

"It's natural that he knows though.." Haru softly buts in. "It's not really his fault?" He attempts to justify.

"Yeah maybe, but ever heard of being tactful? I don't tell everyone that you had a crush on Alice either even though that was hella' weird." She bites back, causing Haru's cheeks to flush red. Though she's right- even if Jungkook knows about it, there was no reason to bring that up, especially if he knows the full story of it all. Is he really that mean?

Could be. After all, he's not been exactly kind up until now.

The moment he enters the workplace, he seems almost surprised to see you there as well- greeting everyone on set with a nod. He's here early this time, and you're not sure why he'd do that. He's got almost two more hours until you're supposed to be shooting- so why is he here already?

"I'll protect you." Lea threatens, suddenly pulling you close to sit you on her lap, glaring at Jungkook.

"Lea!" You hiss at her, worried she might get into trouble. She can be a little too 'out there' for her own good- and someone like that guy is not one to mess with. One bad article about your company, and she'll be blacklisted from ever working in the industry ever again.

It's how it works, beneath the surface. Most agencies don't want staff that are not loyal dogs.

"Good morning." Jungkook offers, walking closer with a slight saunter you've come to realize he has almost all the time he walks around. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks, and Lea buts in before you can say anything at all.

"No, I'm sorry, Jungkook-ssi." She snarls almost. "We have to start working soon. Please talk to the directors if you have any questions." She says, making Jungkook eye her a little, before he sighs.

"Alright, then I'll do it like this instead." He tilts his head a bit irritated, crossing his arms in front of him. "I'm sorry for speaking out of line yesterday. I didn't mean to upset you." He offers. Lea scoffs.

"Well, you still did." She mumbles, and it seems like now the beast shows it's real face as he looks at her.

"I don't think I've talked to you at all yesterday, so I'm not sure why you're barking right now." He challenges, making the makeup artist visibly surprised at the way he addresses her. "I believe she's old enough to talk for herself." The model argues, and you can practically feel Lea's rage beginning to buzz inside of her, and to avoid any sort of crime soon about to happen, you stand up, and push at Jungkook's shoulder to lead him towards the restroom area where you're a bit more secluded.

"I don't care about your apology." You tell him right away. "Neither do I care if you're truly sorry or just trying to appear that way. We're both here to work, and that's it." You say, while he stands in front of you listening with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Please do not invite me to anything you might want to do for the staff. I'm not interested." You finish your small rant.

"I always wondered what really went down, you know?" Jungkook says. "With you and Yongsun, I mean. He said that you hooked up with him, but honestly, looking at you, I can hardly believe that. No offense-" He waves off any potential anger you might have over the hidden message in that sentence. "-but you don't look like someone who fucks around." He shrugs.

"What do I look like then?" You challenge, now your arms crossed in defense. You don't like this situation in general. You just want him to leave you alone.

"I'm not sure." He admits. "But just between us-" He leans in a bit closer. "Yongsun is a cunt anyways. He drinks straight up coffee creamer- I mean, who the fuck does that?" he says, and at that, you actually have to laugh.

You remember that, years back.

"Listen-" Jungkook sighs. "-I know you probably have trust issues now, I'd have them too if I had to be with someone like that-" He tries to joke, "-but let's try and at least be civil with one another, okay?" He offers.

"You talk as if I was the one constantly picking fights." You bite back, a little annoyed again at the prospect of him victimizing himself right now.

"Yeah- it's a bad habit, sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. "I try and make jokes whenever I get awkward- and they don't land sometimes."

"You mean most of the time." you say, and he presses his lips together.

"Touché." He clicks his tongue, before he sways a bit on his feet. "Anyways, let's work well together, alright?" He offers his hand, and you shake it-

though you feel like this could be a terrible mistake.

[animatedjen]

What's some stuff you're really hoping to see in Jedi 3 (either narratively or gameplay wise)?

Oh I'm so glad you asked this 🙌 Because I have THOUGHTS.

Gonna put everything under the cut so this doesn't clog up the feed with a wall of text (whoops.) Some of these ideas I hope to create concept art for, after I replace/fix my very cranky thirteen-year-old tablet. Anyway let’s start with gameplay!

Gameplay!

Maintaining Cal's abilities: Survivor handled this beautifully by keeping many of the skills learned in Fallen Order, instead of undoing Cal's growth from the first game. I think it'll be trickier to keep this momentum into Jedi 3 (the skill tree has gotten so large!) but story reasons could push Cal towards new types of abilities instead of bloating the current options.

More synergy between the lightsaber stances: I like all the stances in Survivor and it'd be A) disappointing to lose any of them, but B) overwhelming to add MORE combat styles. Being able to flow between the stances more fluidly would be fun though, with specific combos unlocked depending on which two are active together. Now if Merrin lets Cal borrow her knife-staff and he puts his lightsaber on the end... MAGICK SABER PIKE GO.

New or adapted movement mechanics: Maybe the ascension cable is replaced with a force ability (Force Ascend or Force Leap for an extra vertical boost?) or is "upgraded" to connect between two anchors, letting Cal create his own temporary ziplines.

Replayable missions: This could be explained in-game with a Force Tear or Cal's own interactive echoes. But I'd love the option to experience story missions and boss fights again post-game.

Customization!

This is a bonus section because Merrin should get new outfits. Haven't decided how to make it part of gameplay yet, stay tuned.

Cal's cosmetics in Survivor are mostly cool, some just funny, but overall a huge improvement from Fallen Order (yes, even though we miss all the poncho designs). For Jedi 3 I'd love to see more story-centric cosmetics that tie into the communities and people Cal has met along his journey. A Legacy outfit (incorporating pieces from his three Jedi masters), an Anchorite-inspired outfit (with arm tattoos), a bounty hunter outfit (the prize after defeating the Brood), etc. Maybe a Bogling outfit? No not made from Boglings; it looks like a Bogling. Hang on lemme fix my tablet—

Narrative + Gameplay!

Explore Tanalorr: Right now this sparkly, strong-in-the-Force, temple-carved planet is a huge mystery box for Jedi 3. There's a few directions it could go - more High Republic history, another civilization (the Nihil? someone new?) lurking in the shadows, or Force-related secrets hiding below the surface. Each Jedi game has followed Cal's exploration of an ancient culture, and I think Tanalorr can be a focal point in that journey.

Defeat Sorc Tormo and the Haxion Brood: I mentioned this in an ask earlier this week, but I so want a resolution to this fight against the Brood. Especially since roaming bounty hunters would threaten the Hidden Path. Maybe Cal breaks back into Ordo Eris, or hunts down Sorc Tormo on another planet. Maybe there's a Force-only stealth section?? Maybe a big multi-wave boss fight? Maybe Caij is there??? (no she doesn't get an invite to Tanalorr)

Dark Side Force Slow: The fact that Cal's Force Slow ability kept its red-stained aura, even in the Survivor post-game, is great. I love lasting consequences and ludonarrative harmony, yes yes yes. Really hope this isn't fully resolved by the start of Jedi 3 (potential timeskip makes it tricky but whatever) and the ability receives some sort of healing through Cal finding his way out of the darkness.

Narrative!

Timeskip?: I vote no, but I think Jedi 3 will vote yes, likely to age up Kata and allow Tanalorr to be more developed. But that also means Cal and the Mantis Crew goes through character development without us (boo) or remains emotionally stunted until we get there (also boo?). I'm more comfortable with the five year gap between FO and Survivor than I used to be though, despite "missing out" on big character moments, so maybe it'll be okay. Maybe. 👀

The Hidden Path builds a home on Tanalorr: This works until it doesn't, whether from outside pressure or the threat of a spy within. I don't think Bode's fears should necessarily be validated, but I do think the risk will keep Cal on edge and hurt his ability to trust (both others and himself.) It'll drive decisions that strain his relationships and be a source of conflict for part of the game.

The Mantis gets semi-retired and then reinstated: I just love the mental picture of the Mantis parked somewhere cozy and decorated with cloth and lights and a hideout for Kata. It's become too small and high profile to use for gathering the Path, but when the plot gets going, they're gonna need her back in action.

Three main antagonists: The Empire, an unrelated third-party with their own goals (Nihil or someone else), and Cal's own demons. The first two drive the external conflict, the third drives Cal's inner conflict and the story's themes. More on that at the end.

A memorial garden: It's designed by Pili and filled with native Tanalorrian plants and trees, from which the Anchorites hang cords and windchimes and bits of colored glass. Cere's saber was buried beneath the largest tree. Cal plays her hallikset here when he's too troubled to meditate. If we want to be mean, this place gets damaged during a battle in Act 3. If we want to be less mean, this is the place that doesn't get damaged during a battle.

Kata has some sort of student-teacher relationship with Cal: I'm torn on her being Force sensitive: this is a story about Jedi and "guide her through the darkness" is pretty telling given Cal's own darkness at the end of Survivor. But Cal helping Kata (and Kata helping Cal) can happen regardless of her Force sensitivity - it would just look different. This is a soft answer because I'm still exploring ideas around it BUT admittedly the angst levels would be higher if she is sensitive.

A battle against the shadow self: Look this one is cliche. I don't care. I want a huge cavern in the depths of Tanalorr where Cal gets to fight a dark version of himself that switches between all his former enemies. If we're making a video game here let's physically beat up our darkness. Let's have it not work. Let's bring Cal to rock bottom to remind him that he is more than his darkness and he doesn't have to do this alone. Let's go back to that same fight later and then we finally win.

There's more to explore story-wise and I will eventually, but I'm overall not concerned about Jedi 3's narrative. Respawn has been very intentional with their writing of Cal Kestis and the Jedi series so far (despite some last minute changes to Survivor) and I love this character and this story because of all the great work they've created. I really hope they finish this journey the way they want to. That being said—

How should Jedi 3 end? Should Cal die?

No: I'll argue Cal dying at the end of the trilogy completely undermines the entire lesson of Survivor.

Cal wouldn't stop fighting the Empire: The Cal we meet at the beginning of Survivor definitely wouldn't. That Cal also watched countless friends die to that same fight and saw two different Jedi fall to their passions-turned-obsessions that led them to the dark side. He may wrestle with remnant obligation or a bitter apathy, but he's definitely not as single-minded as he was before.

Cal would sacrifice himself to save the Path: Yeah, he probably would. Cere did exactly that during the Siege of Jedha when all else failed. But maybe the Path could be protected without Cal needing to be a Weapon - a lesson Cere also wanted him to learn.

Another way: I think the Koboh abyss (that separates Tanalorr from the rest of the galaxy) could be destroyed. I don't know if Cal would choose to destroy it, but I think the Empire would: if they can't reach Tanalorr it's the next best thing.

Now Cal has to make a choice: Leave (continuing the fight alone) or Stay (shepherding the Path for an unknown future.) It doesn't mean they never find a way back to the known galaxy, but it'll take time. Enough time for a New Hope to appear.

Whatever your opinion of the Sequel Trilogy, the line: "That’s how we’re gonna win. Not fighting what we hate. Saving what we love." is not only a complete thesis of Star Wars, but fits really well with Cal's journey. He's become very good at fighting. He wants to save everyone in Fallen Order, and he can't. He still wants to save everyone in Survivor, and they refuse him. His Fight has made a difference (again, Cere says as much) but it's clear this can't be Cal's final answer.

Choosing to protect the Path, choosing to trust the Force, choosing a home. That's what he's been fighting for. I love Cal Kestis because he isn't the chosen one and he isn't going to save the galaxy. But for his family and his community, he saved their galaxy. It's cheesy but I don't care, and you know Greez and BD would agree with me.

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Okay this got so, so much longer than I expected. Bonus points if you made it all the way down here haha. I've had a weird assortment of concepts and ideas over the past year but never wrote them down in one place - until now. I've said it before but part of my hyperfixation with the Jedi series is because it isn't finished yet and Survivor ends on such a gut-wrenching cliffhanger. Whatever happens to this series, I'm slowly finding some sort of catharsis through all the edits and photomode shots and half-baked concepts. Thanks for tagging along ✌️

[deyisacherry]

Closing time. — Sun x Moon drabble.

The Superstar Daycare had finally closed its doors for the day. The children were picked up by their parents, and the place was now in complete order.

The animatronics in charge of that place were sitting in their room, Sun with his back to Moon, while he carefully rearranged the wires on his plate, because one of the children accidentally pulled them. For clinging to Sun and refusing to leave the daycare, his small hands reached for the wires behind his head. The little boy wanted to continue playing, but his mother was finally able to convince him, and they both calmly retired.

Luckily, they weren't too important wires and the only problem that Sun had was having his rays stuck for a while before closing.

“Alright, that's it. Try to retract them.” Moon asks with a softer voice than usual, due to his slightly low battery... And also because that's how he prefers to talk to Sunny, since he notices the clear comfort it gives him.

Sun obeys and retracts his rays without problem, silently.

“Good, now extend them again.”

Sun obeys once more, and then turns them from one direction to another, as a sign that he is now in perfect condition.

Moon smiles and softens his expression. His hands now travel to the ruffled collar on Sun's neck, also fixing it so it returns to its shape a little. “You're pretty quiet today. Is everything okay, Sunny?”

Sun just nods softly, letting Moon do his thing. He plays with his fingers absentmindedly, while he keeps looking ahead, lost.

Moon tilts his head in mild concern. He lets out a static sound like a sigh, and he moves from his spot to stand side by side with Sun. He gently nudges him with his shoulder, looking at him expectantly.

“Hey... usually you're the one who does most of the talking, and I'm the one who listens patiently. Something wrong?" Moon says, raising his voice just a little more. “You can tell me, you know that, right?... I don't think I fixed any cables wrong, so I can say that your voice box is fine-”

“Moony.” Sun interrupts.

Moon stops talking for a moment, and then answers. “Yes, Sunflower?”

“Do you think I'm still good at taking care of children?”

Moon straightens, and tilts his head in confusion. What kind of question is that?

He puts a hand on Sun's, making him stop moving them, asking him to look straight at him, but the solar animatronic remains with a distant gaze.

“... Of course you do, Sunny. You are the best at taking care of the little stars.” Moon says as he gently caresses the other's hands with his thumb. "Why you ask?"

Sun shrugs, tense.

“I guess… after all that time being alone…” Moon's hand lightly squeezes Sun's, knowing what he means. “... Sometimes I feel like it's not the same. I get too nervous, or- or I make mistakes, or I feel overwhelmed when they leave.” Sun glances at Moon, and has a sad expression. “I feel like I'm new at this again... and I'm also afraid that I'll lose them, and you, again.”

Moon's eyes widen a little. Worried, he takes the sides of Sun's head in his hands, staring at him. “Sunny…” He says his name softly. “That's not going to happen, never again. That... thing is gone. It can’t hurt me, or you, or them.”

Sun sighs, looking down.

“I know how you feel, because... you know better than anyone how hard it was for me to believe that I'm no longer a monster.” Sun lets out a small sound of understanding. “But look at me now, and look at us. Look how well things have gone, and even many more children have come here than before. We are fine, we are safe and so are they, Sunny.”

Sun looks up again.

“And we are together. I am here with you. I can hug you, and see you, and always accompany you now. None of that will ever happen again. I promise you."

Sun's expression turns into a loving smile. His face plate rotates instead of his beams, since they're trapped between Moon's hands. Moon laughs sweetly at this, adoring how expressive his Sun is.

“And again... I believe, that you are the best of all. In everything you do.” Moon waits for Sun to stop turning his faceplate, and presses his smile against his forehead. Sun lets out small flustered giggles, putting his hands on Moon's wrists.

“... Thank you, Moony.”

“There is nothing to thank for, Sunlight.”

They both smile lovingly, looking into each other's eyes.

“... May I have my turn helping you arrange your clothes and cables?”

Moon laughs, tilting his face plate while maintaining a lovestruck expression.

"Sure." He replies, before giving him one more kiss.

[iwonderwh0]

Another fic idea:

Connor accidentally transfers from his body and temporarily exists as non-physical entity in Hank's devices

Starts with situation where there's something that requires Connor to be connected to computer via cable (like for example to manually delete some CyberLife junk that slows down the system and lost its purpose) and needs Hank's help to be there and do what it takes, because Connor needs to be in stand by for this to work, so he's just sitting/lying next to him completely limp with caple connected to the back of his neck.

At some point something goes wrong and Hank's computer goes into restart, and when it loads Hank notices that first this CL maintenance program loads in, then blank text document opens on his computer and in a matter of seconds text appears, first some unreadable wall of symbols, then normal text, something along the lines of

"Hank, are you there? I'm afraid my program is running on your computer. I'm trying to move but I'm not sure if it's going through. Am I moving right now?"

Then

"If you're there please write something, I can't hear you."

Hank will stare at the screen, then at motionless Connor next to him, when he look back at the screen there'll be another couple of messages asking him to write something and from the way they're written and the speed at which new text appears it'll look like an escalating panic – from just asking Hank to write something it'll turn into begging to at least interact somehow with the computer, at some point within merely a second they'll start to appear too quickly to read. Hank'll grab keyboard and as fast as he can write something, maybe first just gibberish to write something asap, then delete it and write

"Connor?"

New wave of about a ten new lines of text will appear, most of which just repetition of the general message of "yes, I'm here"

"Can you hear me?" Hank will ask at loud, then type it after not getting any response

Another wave of lines of text with general message being "No, I can't hear you. I can't see you. I can't move." and "please don't leave me", desparation slipping through the lines

Hank will ask if he can do something to fix it

"I don't know" will appear on one line after another in some slight variations, then

"Can you connect some mic and headphones? I can't find any available."

Hank will look around the room, then type "wait, I'll go grab some" to which another wave of desperate "Please don't leave" appear in response, then "when will you get back?"

Unsure if he should go search for headphones at all Hank will type

"3 min"

Then search for headphones

"Connor?" He'll call again, hearing some noise his headphones "Hey, hey, can you hear me now?"

"Yes. I can hear you, but I can't move. I don't- I don't feel like I have any body at all"

"So you're in my computer... How did that-"

"Am I still connected?"

Hank moves to check that Connor has cable securely connected to the port on the back of his neck, and on the other side it's just as properly inserted into according port on the computer. He carefully moves Connor to confirm that one more time.

"Did you feel that?" Hank asks

"Feel what?"

After initial panic when both of them get slightly calmer they'll come to realisation that in order to allow the kind of changes they were about to make android's mind is basically temporarily transferred into another device, in their cases Hank's computer, but due to some mistake in process, computer went into a restart, so no transfer back occured + some component burned down making transfer back temporarily impossible (unless it's replaced). Or idk how it works, it's actually against my headcanons, but fuck it. The point is that this will take time to replace it, because it has to be ordered as something custom that can't be found as it is available the same day.

Without the need to move actual physical body (that occupies most of the resources) actual "mind" is not so big so it can even run on a phone, which is exactly what happens next. (Don't attack me, it's a silly little story idea, so let me have fun)

So for a couple of days or up to a week Connor exists within this non-physical predicament, learning ways to interact with other devices (like connecting to cameras that are within same network just to see something, although it's hard to understand the depth (regular cameras are sure different than the ones used for android's eyes)), surfing the web, etc. Basically like in the movie "Her"(2013) but as a temporary measure.

During this time Hank adopts a habit of wearing a headphones (or just one) at practically all times just to keep Connor a company while he's like that, because (at least at first) he's freaking out and is really opposed to the thought of being left alone even for a short time, because without a body and barely any inputs from the real world (compared to usual amount and quality) the experience is way too similar to non-existence and shit is understandably freaky. It seems like constantly having such a company, basically enduring someone else's presense at almost all times can rapidly become annoying and unbearable, but somehow it quickly becomes a second nature instead. In a way it's even nice. Consequently they talk more than ever, often ending up discussing something minor or ridiculous, something they'd never talked about otherwise, just because they're basically getting used to thinking out loud with a company.

Story ends with Hank finally replacing the component that got broken with a new one, allowing Connor to finally transfer back. The image of his body moving for the first time after being completely still for a relatively long period of time seems to me weirdly adorable. Being able to finally move and feel again must be similar to the feeling of wearing the right type of glasses for the first time after living with way too weak ones without realising how fucking blind you actually are. But yeah, it must be about 10 times better than that.

The first thing after finally being able to feel physically present like an actually existing person? A hug. Of course.

[pipermca]

Feedback Fest 2024

In honour of International Fanworks Day (today! February 15) I am posting some fic recommendations that I've made in the past. (I am super swamped at work and can't write up any new recs, but I previously rec'd these over on my main blog over the past few years. I'm collecting them together again here on my writing blog!)

These ten rec's are in no particular order, and all are in the Transformers fandom (with some crossovers). Ratings and pairings (if relevant) are noted.

(I also had to split this list into two parts because I waxed too poetic about these fics. See my reblog for the next part. 🙂)

Frivolities by @neveralarch (G, Megatron & Starscream). Summary: “My correct form of address is in my ID tag,” snapped Starscream. “Use it or lose your tongue.” My comments: I love this story. I love it so much I’ve recommended it to people who would ordinarily never read Transformers fanfic, simply because I think they’d appreciate what the author is doing. They took canon and fanon, and from it alchemized a story of dysphoria and wanting to be seen and acknowledged in a way the character wants, and wrapped it up in a tidy package that hits like a truck, and have I mentioned I love this story! (makes fists) Read it!

Working Through It by @trinarysuns (M, Skywarp/Thundercracker/Marissa Faireborn). Summary: “TC,” Skywarp says, “I’m, like, ninety percent sure that humans don’t have interface cables.” Thundercracker squawks and almost knocks him over trying to get the script out of his hands. My comments: I can’t say enough about this story. I love it and it pushed so many buttons for me. Not even smutty buttons, just interaction buttons: humans interacting with giant alien robots, old loves reuniting, logitical issues of interspecies getting it on… Tumblr deleted my review of this story, (SIGH) so I reposted my review on DW here. It says a lot more about this fic!

The Soft Rush of Black Static by Monstrosibee (NR, Bluestreak/Prowl). Summary: Prowl doesn’t know a lot of bots on this newly salvaged Cybertron, and he definitely doesn’t know the bot intruding on his construction site. My comments: While this fic is essentially a fix-it fic for a story from the Aligned continuity, it just destroyed me. You can read the basics of what happened between Bluestreak and Prowl on TFWiki (at the end of Chapter 7 of The Covenant of Primus) but it was devastating to actually read how upset Prowl was by what happened. This short little fix-it brought all those emotions back and then healed them. I loved this.

Someone You Might Have Been by @astolat (T, Megatron/Optimus Prime.) Summary: I didn’t love him because he wasn’t you. My comments: I'm rec'ing this because it's just pure "this is exactly what I want to read!" for me. This is a delightful mashup of the Shattered Glass universe and G1, in which the Optimus Primes from each universe get (temporarily) swapped. It’s an amazingly heartwrenching MegOP story.

Crash Site by Slyboots (G, Breakdown/Knock Out). Summary: June Darby does not believe in aliens, or in haunted highways, or in government conspiracies, or in any other small-town folklore. The new mechanics in town are uncanny, all the same. My comments: I am a sucker for Transformers: Prime fics, and one of the (it's canon! suck it Hasbro) ships from the show that I love is Knock Out/Breakdown. But besides that, I just love the vibe of this story. You can feel Knock Out and Breakdown in it, even if June doesn’t really see them, except out of the corner of her eye. And I am SO HERE for the idea that the two of them got some lovely downtime together before the events in TFP.

[or13m]

Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 011

You were incredibly lucky that Jon and Jessi had vacated the premises by the time you'd made it out of the party room. Although, they probably wouldn't have seen you even if they hadn't left with how quickly you shot through the halls in search of your elusive prey.

You didn't bother to see if the daycare attendant was in pursuit of you or not. You were much too busy trying to map out the giant megamall to remember where the offices were. That was the one area that both Sun and Moon had shown you--on a map and in person, respectively--in order to prevent you from ever going near them. The other animatronics had their own rooms, but they tended to wander around. The big boss apparently liked to stick to his office, even eating and sleeping there. It may be nearing 2 in the morning, but you were banking on Moon's depiction of the insomniac to still be there.

You were horrible with directions so it took you longer than you'd ever admit to, but...

You burst through the door that was proudly embossed with the new owner's name, wincing as the wood slammed into the wall before bouncing back. Maybe you needed to practice the amount of force you applied? Eh, it was an emergency so they should let this slide, right? Splinters of wood or no...

"Monty?! I told you--!" a familiar voice began but cut itself off when its owner actually looked towards the doorway.

And saw you.

"You're not an alligator..."

"Uh, no?" you affirmed, albeit confused. Did he regularly break things? You knew Moon had issues with the gator, but the naptime bot seemed to have problems with everyone.

"Who are you and how did you get into my plex?" Peter got to his feet, standing tall and proud as he made his way around the giant desk at the back of the room. You barely got a chance to glance around at all the mess of parts, computer monitors, and piles of paper spread all over before he was stalking his way towards you. You flinched at his approach before steeling yourself, non-existent heart hammering in your chest.

He abruptly stopped, losing his stoic guard when his brown eye fell to your neck. Your jaw tightened, well-aware that he was staring at what Foxy had called your "death mark". Exactly as the name described, it was a black ring around the neck of the dead or dying. Why it existed was beyond the understanding of even the three ais you'd come to befriend. You hadn't even known it existed until they'd said something about it so your knowledge on the subject was absolute zero.

You relaxed only when Peter's expression softened and he no longer looked like he wanted to pick you up and yeet you into the parking lot.

"Alright," he sighed, as if this was an everyday occurrence for him. "You don't look like a kid so how'd you get here?" He peered down at you, his messy brown hair obscuring one of his eyes from your sight.

Now that you were face to face with him, you were struck by a strange sense of deja vu...

"Oh!" You perked up, filing away that curiosity for a later date. There was a very urgent matter to deal with first! "Uh, Moon! Sun? Um, something's wrong with them? Can you...help, please?"

Well, that didn't go quite as you had planned. Bursting into the office with a confidence that you most certainly didn't have had left you with very little time to figure out how to word the problem at hand to what you hoped and prayed was the mechanic. Foxy had said that it had been PETER who had saved them so you naturally assumed that meant he had been the one to fix them.

"Aaaalright," the man relented, quirking a brow but not questioning your urgency. "Can you describe what happened?"

As you explained to the best of your ability, Peter went around and gathered up the equipment he figured he would need. He paused in the middle of picking up a pile of cables before depositing them into a messenger bag when the image you were painting seemed awfully reminiscent.

"That sounds like the virus, but I swear that I got rid of it..." he mumbled to himself, twisting one of the rings on his fingers as he considered what you'd told him. Something must have occurred to him because he suddenly turned to you. "Wait, you said that they were BOTH talking to you?"

At your nod, he hummed and tossed a small tablet into his bag rather than the chunky laptop he had been reaching for. "Did their coloring change? Or just Moon's eyes?"

"Uh, I think Moonie's white may have changed a little, but it was hard to see..." you relented, before snapping to attention. "Oh! Sun's rays peeked out a little! Not more than an inch, but..." you trailed off, thinking back on how odd that had been now that you had time to reflect. It wasn't as if your brain had been focusing on those slight changes. Your friends' erratic behavior and uncharacteristic demeanor had taken center stage, not their physical appearance.

"Huh," was all the brunette said before shouldering his bag of gear and heading out the door. "Follow me."

You scrambled after him at the order, opting to walk like a  normal person rather than fly around and waste any more energy. You were still shivering with nerves, Sun and Moon being all you could think about. Guilt was already creeping in on the edge of your mind. No doubt, your yelling at them like that had pushed them over the edge. You just hoped that Peter could pull them back...

[medusapelagia]

8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6[…]

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, surgery on the android Words: 1387

Moving the android to the other room is quite impossible but somehow, thanks to the thermal suit, Hopper is able to put it on the metal table in the infirmary.

“What do you need?” he asks Dustin.

“Do you think we can bring the table toward the repair room?”

The table has wheels but the android is quite heavy.

There is an exchange of gazes and Hopper nods.

Joyce helps Eddie in a wheelchair and moves him, while the others push the android.

Eddie is surprised that two kids and an adult man can move the android but he makes no question.

When they come back to the repair room Dustin takes charge, ordering everyone around.

He gently opens the android’s chest, finding the damaged battery.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” Hopper asks worriedly and Eddie looks at the battery.

“The battery is oxidized. I think that some of the cooling liquid got to the battery and definitely destroyed it. We can’t repair it, we have to replace it. And he doesn’t want to.”

Eddie yelps “So what? Are we going to drag him outside and let it explode somewhere?”

“No.” The girl with the short hair repeats, and then looks at Dustin “You can use one of the other batteries that we have and replace it.”

Dustin looks at her perplexed “They are quite old and I haven’t checked on them in the last year.”

“I did and I’m telling you that it’s going to work.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that he explicitly told me that he didn’t want it to be replaced.” Dustin insists.

“It’s a fucking piece of junk and is going to kill us. Change it.” Eddie snarls and Dustin looks at Hopper for confirmation, when the man nods he asks Joyce to bring him one of the old batteries.

“Ok. Now I have to disconnect the cables. He will definitely go offline, any trackers that he has on will go offline too.” If Eddie is lucky enough none will search for him, assuming that they both died due to the impact.

“He will… die?” Hopper asks and Dustin nods.

“In a way. Yes. And then we will try to bring him back. Hoping that he is not too damaged.”

Why are all these humans worried about that piece of junk? Let him be dead once and for all!

“Look, boy, just do your best and try to not make him explode, and then we can abandon him somewhere in this fucking desert and let him rust outside.” Eddie says, looking at the android with horror. Seeing the metal behind the fake skin is awful. So unnatural.

The girl looks at him, offended, but doesn’t answer and the others don't even consider him.

“Ok. Hop, can you restrain him? I don’t know what will happen when I’ll try to restart him.” Dustin asks him.

The man nods and starts to restrain the android, while the boy looks like a surgeon who is going to perform a very difficult surgery.

“It will be ok.” The girl at his side says “I know it will.”

“If you say so.” Dustin replies, and with a sudden movement, he removes the old battery and quickly replaces it with a new one.

“Ok. Now I’m connecting the cables and then let’s hope it works.”

There is a sparkle of light and the android opens his plastic eyes, trying to escape from the restraints.

“You are ok. Stevie. You are ok.” The girl says, getting closer to the head of the android, and for a moment something like acknowledgment shines behind the plastic iris. 

“You.” S.T.E.V.E. says.

“Me.” The girl replies.

“Am I broken?”

“You were. But Dustin fixed you. Your original battery is gone. I’m sorry.”

His battery was like his heart. They took away his heart.

“My heart?”

“You have no fucking heart! You are a stupid robot! Can we all please focus on the fact that we don’t want the android to explode in our faces?”

The human he captured is angry. He can’t really blame him.

“Am I a danger to you?”

“No more than every fucking electric stuff that we have here.” The boy replies while S.T.E.V.E's body is still open indecently  “How are you feeling?”

“You opened me. You are looking at my insides. It’s wrong. You shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have let you… it’s wrong… this is deeply wrong… I…” no one knows what is happening to the android but it sounds awfully close to a panic attack.

“Calm down.” The girl says, caressing his face “You are fine. We are your friends. Here there are no bad men who will play with you.”

“How do you know…”

“What’s your biggest fear?” she asks, looking at him with affection.

“I don’t want to be turned into whore and work in a whorehouse.” he confesses.

The girl shakes her head “No one will do that to you. Not here. You are ok.”

The android doesn’t understand “I have a job to do. I have to obey the law and…”

“You are. You hunt your prey and you get him. You did good.”

“Did I?”

“You did." the girl insists "Now try to relax. Dustin must fix you. Will you let him?”

“I shouldn't… I…”

The girl gets impossibly closer “I know that you are scared but you’ll be ok. I’ll stay with you all the time and no one will turn you off, ok? He just has to fix a few things that can be dangerous for you or for us.”

“Am I dangerous?”

“You are not, but you could be if you don’t let him fix you.”

S.T.E.V.E. can’t allow any human to get injured because he is broken “I should leave. I will leave. Soon.”

“You will. When you will feel better.” the girl agrees.

“I have no feelings… I can’t feel better.”

She smiles “You do, Stevie. I know you do and you know that something strange is happening to you. It’s not a bad thing. You spent a long time with humans and you learned all the aspects of their life and maybe, maybe, you got something more.”

“Did…” he asks unsure if he should ask the question or not “Do… Do androids dream?”

Dustin stops and looks at him with interest “I think that they do not. Did you dream Stevie?”

“I… I usually don’t… but I had a dream when I was… disconnected.”

“Could that have been a memory?” the boy asks while working on cables and metal plates.

“I… I don’t know. If it was a memory, it didn’t look like mine. It seemed…” special.

“I can’t answer you. I should run a full diagnostic, something that you forbid me to do, and then check on your memory card. Don’t fret. I’ll not do it. I’m just saying I should have to if you want a better answer than “I have no fucking idea”.”

The android can understand that. If he is not sure where these dreams, or memories, come from, how could a little boy be sure about it?

But that is something he knows he has experienced in the past.

And he asked about it.

And they restrained him on a bed. And they searched his memory card thoroughly. They did what they wanted to do without his consent.

“Will you… will you ever do something to me without my consent?” the android asks and Dustin freezes.

“Actually, I already did. I changed your battery and you were really adamant that you didn’t want that. And I’m sorry. But I didn’t know what else to do. You were going to explode. You know, it might seem stupid to you, but your cooling liquid is something quite useful, especially on planets like this one. If you let me, I'd like to check you thoroughly to find any leaks. I like you and don’t want you back in this room.” He says with a warm smile and S.T.E.V.E. is even more confused.

“Do you like me?” 

“Of course I do. I already told you Stevie, you are special.”

“You said you didn’t want to use me or my pieces. Why are you worried about me? I’m just trouble to you.”

The smirk on the boy’s face tells it all “You are all I could ever dream of.”

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

[trashyswitch]

A Strange Package

Henry, Drew, and Scott were working at the Pizzeria, when a package (presumed to be a jukebox) arrives at the door. But Henry is shocked to not only see there was a mix up, but also see that it was a chair...with attachments and a foot rest...

This fanfic was based on a roleplay I did with a few friends. I hope you all enjoy!

Henry was bored, heading to the office with a wrench in his hand. “Hey Drew.” 

Drew turned to his boss, sitting in the office. "Hm? Oh hey!” He waved, still holding the tablet. 

“What’s up? Any updates?” Henry asked. 

"Oh nothing much, the animatronics are doing good, so, not really anything to report." Drew replied. 

Scott had just ordered something new with William's money, and was pacing around the room, hoping his friends would like the new package.

"You okay, Scott?" Drew asked. 

Scott looked at Drew with an awkward smile. "Uhh, yeah! There's just this order I've made. I wanted a jukebox for the pizzeria, but it's taking a while to get here. Hope they didn't lose it in the mail..."

"Surely not-" Drew reassured him. 

There was a heavy knock at the door. Then a ring of a bell. Rushing over, Scott discovered a large box at the door. He went to get the moving device so he could move it inside.

"There it iiis!" Drew declared. 

Scott moved the box inside, beside the main stage and stepped back. "Okay, uhh. When d-do you think we should open it...?" He asked. 

"It's up to you-" Drew told him. 

Scott suddenly felt apprehensive. "Uhh, tell you what? The owners can open it when they're ready..."

Drew nodded. "Alright- Are you sure this is a Juke? It looks a little... Big-"

Scott but his lip. He had a point. "Uhh, yeah. But aren't they always big?" He steps back, taking in the size.

Drew cleared his throat. "Not... That big-" he said. 

Scott chuckles nervously. "Well, tell you what: if they did mix up our order, I'll fix it later. Right now, I'm on break." He looked at his watch and quickly ran to the employee room to get his lunch bag. 

"Uhh... Okay-" Drew replied awkwardly. 

Henry grabbed the box, turned the box slightly, and pulled out some scissors from his pocket. He started to open it up quickly, but carefully in case this wasn’t the jukebox. He still needed to keep the box in case they had to return it. 

Drew raised his eyebrows. “Oh boy…"

Henry opened the box flaps and widened his eyes, dropping the scissors onto the checkered floor. “This…isn’t a jukebox at all…” 

When Scott finished his lunch, he came over curiously. Henry blinked and grabbed a note that was taped to the chair.

"Uhh, is anything the matter...?" Scott asked worriedly. 

Henry gently turned the box to the side to pull the machine out of the box. He pulled the chair thing out of the box. Then, Henry found a note connected to the armrests. He read the note aloud: “...Enjoy some laughter, motherfuckers...~Anonymous." Henry looked at Scott, super confused.

"Huh?! I-I didn't write that!" Scott reacted as he examined the note and the machine, struck speechless at the look of it. 

"I didn't either." Henry said, showing him the note. "And this doesn't look like any handwriting I've ever seen." 

Scott winced. "Not even William's...?"

"No..." Henry showed him the manic handwriting. "William's writing is surprisingly much, much neater than this."

Henry looked at the bottom of the machine. “Huh…It looks like some sort of chair.” Henry pulled the chair legs out from inside the chair and clicked them in. Then, he picked up the chair and placed the surprisingly steady machine onto the floor. 

He felt strange inside. “Is the information right?” Scott asked nervously. 

“Uhhh…” Henry looked at the information. “Yup. The address looks correct.” He replied. 

"O-okay.. so what does the chair do?" Scott asked next. 

Henry shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. All I know is that there's some sort of cable box here…and a switch." Henry said as he flicked the little switch up. The machine started to roar, before quieting down. Henry raised an eyebrow, before looking at Scott and Drew. "...You two seeing this?"

Scott nodded. "Uh, yeah..." 

Drew was busy looking at the different buttons and switches. “I’m seeing this whole thing very clearly.” Drew replied. 

Amidst his examination, Scott managed to find a remote in the box. He picked it up and examined it. It looked like a normal TV remote…except, a bit smaller and 3 sets of button groups: One group of buttons with single words on it like [paintbrush], [Q-Tip], [feather], and more. Another group of buttons with numbers: [1], [2], [3] and more. And lastly, there was a group of buttons with words on it: [Armpits], [belly], [feet] and more. 

Meanwhile, Henry was narrowing his eyes as he walked up to the chair. He sat down in the chair, and adjusted himself a little bit. "Hm...Surprisingly comfortable." The boss leaned back and sighed a bit with a small smile. Something in him felt like relaxing after his hard day of signing documents and writing paperwork. It felt good to just sit down and rest his poor feet. But there was just one little problem…he was still wearing shoes. Instinctively, Henry slipped off his slide-on dressy shoes, revealing the black socks underneath, and placed them onto the attached footrest. 

Meanwhile, Scott was looking at the instruction manual. Some of the buttons on the remote were circled in the manual. Assuming this was some sort of massage chair, Scott pressed the ‘on’ button. 

If you could believe it, Henry was reaching his arms up to stretch himself up and out right around the same moment that Scott had pressed the button. With this unusual coincidence, Henry felt something grab and grip his wrists. “What the-” Henry looked up and widened his eyes. “Uhhh-” He tugged on the cuffs. “Guys?” 

Scott gasped in horror. He must’ve done that! Whoops! Panicking over losing his job, Scott started pressing more of the buttons that were circled, hoping and praying that one of them was the ‘off’ button.

Henry yelped as he watched mechanical arms, some with feathers and some without feathers, grew out of the back of the chair like spider legs. “Scott- SCOTTYOU’REMAKINGITWORSE-”

Scott’s eyes widened. "AHHH!! I'm sorry!!!" He searched through the manual, flipping pages rapidly. 

Drew was just watching the chaos unfold before his eyes…and he was grinning. "This is adorable~"

The chair quickly sprang to life. Soft round brushes whirled around and settled into Henry's armpits. Henry gasped as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He now knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. 

"O-oh goodness-" Drew reacted, slightly blushing. It didn’t take long for Drew to also realize what was going to happen.

A Q-Tip swirled inside of Henry's bellybutton as feathers danced around his stomach and sides. Back scratchers also appeared on the bottom of the chair, and proceeded to scratch at Henry’s exposed feet. 

“eeeeEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHOhohohoho! Hahahahahaha!” Henry bursted out laughing almost manically right away, wiggling around and shaking in the chair.

Drew dropped his jaw in shock. "Hoooooly cow-!"

He pulled and tugged on the cuffs, unable to do much except wiggle around and laugh himself silly. “WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIHIS?!” He yelled. 

"Who knew an old man could be so vocal and ticklish?~" Drew reacted. "It's a tickle machine, silly!" He added proudly. 

Scott looked panicked and blushed. "O-oh dear!" He scanned the diagram for help. He pushed a button that said [retract]. It ended up retracting the other tools and replacing them all with soft feathers, going at the same speed. Henry’s laughter died down dramatically, leaving him to only start giggling like a little kid.

"I think that... might be better?" Drew said hesitantly. 

Scott looked utterly mortified, hoping he wouldn't be fired for this blunder. Quickly he pushed the manual into Drew's hands. "Uh. I forgot my reading glasses!"

Drew yelped and quickly grabbed the manual and the outside of the remote, as to not touch any of the buttons and make anything worse for his boss. "Oh shit- Uh- Okay-!"

Henry opened his eyes just in time for him to see Scott leaving. “Scohohott wahahahahait! Dohohon’t leeeheheeave!” Henry begged, trying and failing to reach out for him with his hand above his head.

Scott put his arms up in arrest in front of the door. "I'm still here! I just didn't want to make it worse!"

Henry shook his head. “Ihihit’s fihine. Ihihihit’s myhyhy fahahault.” Henry admitted. “Ihihi sahat dohohown in this thihihihing.” 

Scott shook his head, still panicking. "No. It's- it's really not!" He just couldn’t believe him.

"I can see if this can work-" Drew goes over, and starts turning off the machine arms one by one. 

Henry laid his head back as he breathed somewhat deeply so he could recover. “Thahat works great.” He said. 

"There we go. Aaaaand off.” Drew said as he stepped back. 

Henry lowered his arms back down, grabbing his vulnerable belly and sides. “Gohod…Who decided a tickle machine should be sent to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza?!” He asked, still confused. “I need to know. Cause…” Henry looked like he was ready to throw hands. 

Scott stepped back. "I-I ordered a jukebox, I swear!"

Henry was slightly going red from embarrassment and anger. “Cause that-…That…”

Henry slowly started to calm down and…grew almost surprised. 

“…wasn’t that bad of an idea.” Henry slowly finished. 

Drew dropped his jaw while Scott widened his eyes. "Wait, what?!" Scott and Drew yelled at the same time, looking at each other before looking at their boss.  What did he just say?!

Henry looked at the tickle machine. “It…I don’t know…It felt better than I expected…”

Drew slowly started to smile. "Oh nice!" He reacted. 

Scott was warming up to the idea too. "Wow! Y-yeah, sounds fun!" Scott reacted. 

Henry bit his lip and started to think. “…Is it weird that I might actually wanna keep this?” Henry asked. 

He gasped. "You want to keep it?!" Scott asked, shocked and suddenly super excited. 

Henry nodded. “We may or may not get the jukebox, but…would that be a risk you two would take?” Henry asked. 

Drew nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. “A lot of us do need to liven up a bit.” Drew added. He immediately started naming off other coworkers that might need the tickle machine. "Clint needs this, possibly. Ooo I could put A in here~" he reacted. 

Scott stepped forward to examine the machine, wondering if it was safe. He felt the armrests and the seat. They felt comfy. 

Drew turned and smirked at Scott. "You want a turn, Scooty Patootie?" Drew teased. 

The phone guy froze and blushed, quickly embarrassed by the nickname. 

Henry guffawed at the strange, but surprisingly fitting nickname. “Ohoho my god- Scooty patootie…that’s cute.” Henry teased next. 

Suddenly the chair sensed him and pulled him into the seat by itself. It strapped down his wrists to the armrests. 

"Oooh so there's sensors... Interesting.” Drew reacted. 

Henry widened his eyes. “And there's cuffs on the armrest too?!” He reacted. “Wait…if there’s cuffs above the head, then…why are there also cuffs on the arm rests?” Henry asked. 

“I-I don’t know.” Drew replied. admitted, watching Scott tug on his arms. “And it looks really secure.” 

Henry nodded awkwardly.

"I know it’s sOoO interesting. But can you PLEASE HELP ME?!" Scott begged, pulling on his restraints. 

"Mmm...Okay~" he turns on the feathers for…

He looked at the remote, and found a button that tickled his fancy right away: 

[Everywhere]

"Sing for me my little tickle phone~" The feathers immediately attack Scott. 

Scott only had a moment to feel shocked before he started laughing and thrashing wildly. "Eeeeeeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee!!! Stahhhaaahaaahaaaa...!!!" Scott laughed. 

"Awww how cute~" Drew teased. 

He squeals as the feathers get into his worst spots. "Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!! Haaahaaahaaaahaaa!! Nohohoohooot theheeheeheeeere!!"

Henry tilted his head. “Not where specifically?” He asked.

"Probably the bellybutton~" Drew told him. 

Scott was laughing too hard to answer. "Ehheeheeeheeeheeee! Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!!"

“I see…” Henry pulled out a little notepad and pen, quickly jotting down this important information.

Scott shook his head. It was unclear whether he realized what Henry was doing. All Scott really knew at this point was ‘TICKLES! LAUGHTER! AAAAAH!’.

Henry smiled and took note of the other ticklish spots that the tickle machine was specifically targeting. He knew Scott was going to kill him the moment he found out about this list…but was it worth it? Heck! Yes! 

"Just let me know when you wanna stop. Just say red-" Drew decided. 

“Right, yeah.” Henry hid his notebook. “Listen to your body, because we don’t really want you passing out on us.” Henry told Scott. 

"Yeah, and also because I'd probably cry- And we might get sued by Willie-" Drew warned. 

Henry shook his head. “The moment Will tries to sue you, I’ll just throw him into the tickle machine and let the machine, or Scott, decide his fate.” Henry added. 

Scott just kept on laughing, knowing he could easily take more tickles. Not wanting it to end…

Eventually, Scott called out the safe word. “Rehehed-! R-Red!” Scott called out. 

Drew stopped the machine immediately. The mechanical arms all went limp beside the chair. 

Scott breathed heavily as the phantom tickles kept tickling him. "Oh dear... Ohohoho my..." He giggled, wrapping his arms around his belly and pulling his knees up to his chest to shield himself more.

"Hehe sorry-" Drew came out from behind the tickle machine. 

Scott shook his head. "Hey, i-it's ok! Heh. You were being playful!" He continued to smile. 

"Aww! Your smile is cute~" Drew couldn’t stop himself from complimenting him. 

His face flushed more. "It is...? Heh." Scott muttered. 

"Mhm!" Drew stretched his arms above him, popping his knuckles. 

Henry smiled as he watched the two interact. Is it strange that Henry kinda shipped these two together?? Like, as loving boyfriends?

Henry slightly shook his head so he could start focusing again. “So:” Henry walked up to the tickle machine. “Anyone else want a go at it?” He asked.

Scott carefully got up, still holding his stomach and watching Drew with a smile. 

Drew reciprocated that smile back to Scott. "Eh, I suppose I should have a go, hm? It's only fair-" Drew decided. 

Scott chuckled. "Heh, yep!"

Drew walked up to the seat and sat down, suddenly feeling small compared to the chair. Weirdly enough, it seemed like the chair had noticed this height difference too…because the chair soon began to lower the backrest cuffs down a small bit so Drew’s arms could easily reach.

"Oh-! Th-thanks-!" Drew reacted. 

Scott grinned at Drew, holding the remote. "Now... What shall I do...?"

"Ehehe! Anything works!" Drew replied, blushing. 

Scott slowly scanned the remote and saw the [wild card] button. Putting his finger on the button, he looked up and said, "ready?"

Drew nodded. "Mhm!" 

Henry grabbed the manual and read over the machine manual. “…Looks like that button is like a ‘chance’ button. It chooses a random tickle difficulty on random spots with random tools.”

"Oho gohohosh!" Drew reacted, quickly growing nervous.

"Heh. Perfect!" He pushed the button, and out of the chair sprung various tickle tools. A soft hairbrush went in his armpits, a paintbrush targeted under his chin. Many feathers targeted his sides, with another paintbrush getting his belly. Foot massage brushes targeted his feet.

"EEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!!"

He chuckled. "Is that good enough for you, or should we add something...?" Scott asked. 

"IHIHIHIT'S GOOOHOHOHOHOOD! EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Drew replied. 

"It's about time someone made him laugh." A said, standing at the door with a laugh. 

Scott giggled. “Scott laughed to himself. "Hahaha, yeah!" He turned around and then widened his eyes. “Where did YOU come from?!” Scott asked. 

“I’ve been here the whole time.” A replied. 

Henry looked up. “Good evening, A.” He said. 

“Evening.” A replied. 

Scott hummed before turning around and continuing to keep watch over Drew, making sure he wasn't getting too exhausted.

After about a minute, the brushes changed places, some switching for new tools. Now there were feathers going along his neck, and in his armpits, paintbrushes targeting his feet and toes, and makeup brushes getting his belly and sides.

"EEEEEEK!!" Drew reacted, scrunching up his neck. 

"Heh~ His neck always gets him." A added, clearly enjoying the moment. 

Scott laughed more, holding his sides. What could he say? Laughter was contagious. "Oh g-gosh Drew! I-I'm sohohoo soohoohoorry!"

"IHIHIHIT'S OHOHOHOKAHEHEHEHE!" He soon shouts out the established safeword: Red. 

Scott hit the off button immediately. "You ok, Drew?" 

Going off memory alone, Henry sped up his writing so he could get all the tickle spots and percentages written down. He had forgotten that he was supposed to be hiding the book, and was only focused on getting it down. When he sped up his writing though…his writing became quite messy. Though he himself could read it, others may not be able to.

"Hehehehe yeahahaha." Drew said. 

Scott undid Drew’s straps and helped him out of the machine. Then, he looked over at Henry. "Hm..." He snuck up behind Hnery, and took a look over Henry's shoulder. "Whatcha writing there?"

Henry slowly placed the notebook against his chest. “Noooooothing.”

"Oh really?~" A asked suspiciously.

The phone guy reached out for it. "Then let us see…” Scott ordered. 

Henry bit his lip. He very slowly uncovered the notebook and showed them. 

A grabbed it and looked at the notebook. "My oh my~"

[Drew’s tickle spots: 

-Armpits

-chin

-sides

-belly

-feet

-neck]

Scott grabbed it and read through it, his face flushing more as he did. 

[Scott’s tickle spots: 

-belly button

-armpits

-feet

-sides

-basically everywhere]

"Uhh... W-what are you planning t-to do with this...?" Scott asked. 

Henry flushed a bright red. “…For…future reference…”

Scott stuttered more. "T-this is blackmail!" Casting a glance to Drew, he hoped they were on the same page. Drew nods, a smirk forming on his face.

A pointed at the floor. "I'll keep watch~" he said. 

Henry looked at Drew and Scott, sensing their mischief. He was growing nervous. “U-Uh…” 

Scott looked back at Henry, putting the notebook down. "You know, it isn't really fair. You know so much about us, yet we know so little about you...". Scott noted out loud.

“…Uh oh…” Henry muttered. 

The phone guy hoped this would work. He took a step forward, knowing the tickle chair was right behind Henry. Drew stepped forward as well. 

Henry started to walk backwards with his arms up in defense. “L-Let’s think about this!” 

"I'm thinking about it..." Scott hummed, stepping closer, his hands suddenly in the claw position. 

Henry yelped and tripped over his own feet, falling butt first into the chair. The chair strapped him in, using the regular sized cuffs for his wrists and ankles. Henry blushed nervously, realizing how screwed he was. “Uh oh! OH NO-” 

"Payback~" Drew declared, putting down the remote so he could get revenge. 

Scott wiggled his fingers. "Oh yes! This is gonna be good!" He touched down on his ribs, quickly skittering his fingers all over them. 

Henry squealed and giggled, wiggling around but unable to get out of the restraints. Drew soon joined in too, taking advantage of the fact that the tickle machine was stopping Henry from getting them back. At least, for a little while. 

Eventually, the two boys turned on the tickle machine so it would tickle Henry too. Then Scott, Drew and the tickle machine all continued to tickle Henry until he said the established safeword. When he did say it, Scott clicked the off button on the remote, and undid the restraints. Then, the two boys helped Henry out of the machine. After some discussion, Henry decided to put the tickle machine into a back room that no one, other than Henry, knew about. That is, until now. Now Drew, Scott, and A knew about the secret room.

Now, any two people could experience some tickles from the tickle machine during their break. One person would be advised to hold the remote, while the other sat in the tickle machine chair, getting wrecked to their heart’s content. Henry put up a typed note with the classic letter fonts that was on every 80’s computer. The words read:

[Get tickled with the tickle machine on your break! 

Rule 1: Have another person with you. 

Rule 2: The safe word is Red. Remember that so you don’t pass out. 

Rule 3: Have fun!] 

[thessalian]

Thess vs Disaster Relief

I AM LIKE UNTO A TINY GOD!

...okay also I hurt like you wouldn't believe but I FIXED IT! I GOT MY E DRIVE BACK!

So. Here's what happened:

So when I was running the tests to see if at least the graphics card was as spiffy as I thought, I noticed a noise. Not a really worrying noise; just a "the fan is hitting something" noise. Given that it only went briefly on powering up the PC (when all the things go spinning up) but was only really continuous when I was playing Baldur's Gate 3 (when the graphics card was in high gear), I figured that there was probably a cable that needed adjusting because it was hitting the fairly insane fan array on this beast of a graphics card.

So I powered down, opened Gilmore up again, and ... Huh. Hang on. There's an entirely unconnected cable here. So I look the whole thing over and ... huh. That's where it must have been connected, which is really near the fans, so I guess the fans hit it and knocked it loose when they did the first spin-up and...

.........oh.

.....................oooooooooooh!

Yeah, a little bit of detective work demonstrated that the cable that got knocked loose was the thing connecting the E drive to my actual computer. But then I had a quandary. Because my new graphics card is biiiiig, and there was no way of connecting the damn thing without it knocking that cable askew.

So then I examined the motherboard a little harder and ... hey! Gilmore has two graphics card slots! So after a lot of fiddling, I moved the graphics card, loosened enough cable so it could still connect to the power supply, reconnected the drive cable, plugged eeeeverything back in and powered up again.

And lo and behold ... E drive! Took a minute to recognise both monitors, and it still keeps defaulting to my headset (though I think I have that sorted out now), and my back hurts and my head hurts and my everything else hurts and just about all the benefits of my hot bath have evaporated, but I FIXED THE DAMN PROBLEM.

Of course, this is after I ordered a new external hard drive to reinstall everything onto if I needed to, but fuck it; I'll need that space eventually. And external SSDs are way easier to deal with than internal hard drives of any kind where Gilmore's concerned. Gilmore's beautiful and powerful and ever-so-useful, but kind of high maintenance sometimes. All of this started because all of the cables inside this machine are strapped together to stay more or less out of the way but that means there's no leeway in them without some serious manoeuvreing.

So Gilmore's into bondage, apparently.

(You're welcome.)

[rosecelestereblog]

Warning: Long Post

It’s been like two weeks since I have fallen for the DCA and I have had a very fun time seeing fanart, watching animations and such so I also want to share my grain of sand with this mountain!

It is my thoughts and things I have noticed about their design!

None of these pictures are mine BUT I’ll add credits and the original post where they came from.

Also!! If I make some mistakes, such as grammar mistakes or fnaf knowledge mistakes; feel free to correct me!

I refer to the DCA as he/him. Hope that’s fine!

This was the first picture I studied when I decided I wanted to learn how to draw the DCA.

This picture was taken from DCA’s Model Maker on their ArtStation:

Jonathan Gonzalez

And this is the post: Click_Me! (Don’t forget to scroll down so you can see all the pictures!)

All the annotations are made by me on my tablet. Feel free to open the image on a new window to read everything or if you just don’t feel like it, I’ll just comment on what I think is more interesting:

He has 9 rays.

There’s a gradient on top of his hip. (kinda of an ecchi though but what if his whole pelvis area is the same brown color?)

All animatronics have 4 fingers but he HAS 5 (I think only Springtrap and its alternative versions have 5 fingers)

All animatronics have 2 joints on their fingers but DCA has 3. Possible to make more natural, human movements. (I have heard of this theory that he can use Sign Language to communicate with deaf children so that could be a reason).

The head order is as follows (side view): Face, Metal, Rays, Metal. (this knowledge is cool to know as an artist)

The arms have muscle shapes. He DOESN’T have stick arms.

The palms also have a muscle shape.

He has what seems like lids that can be opened. One on each of his arms and one on each of his forearms. (maybe for easy access for maintenance purposes?)

There’s one single yellow cable sticking out under each of his armpits.

Again, I’ll just write the most interesting parts (in my opinion).

There’s a Moon symbol on the left side at the back of his head. There’s also something underneath it but I can’t recognize what it is.

There seems to be another symbol/mark at the bottom of his head but I can’t see what it is clearly.

Again, the cute gradient. It seems he only has gradients on his hip and on his rays.

For some reason, the metal plaque at the back of his head has an irregular shape. What would look like a dodecagon (a 12-sided polygon), It only has 11 sides. Also, worth mentioning, the sides are not equal in length. So weird.

There’s an elevation around the hook. It’s not just the back and then the hole where the hook is.

This isn’t a proper picture for this but after watching the “flying” animation of Moon in the game, it seems the hook doesn’t lean forward or backward when his body moves. It stays fixed in a central position.

Close-up of the BOY.

He has dirt all over his face. (Probably nobody from the staff has bothered to clean him up in a long time).

ALSO. I have never seen anyone comment on this but he has what seems like a wooden pattern on his upper arm. (Maybe the casing of that color is actually made of wood and it has been varnished. That’s why it looks glossy. But that’s just a theory of mine. Who knows.)

Yo.

This is just another picture so you can better see the wooden pattern I was talking about. Feel free to save the image and change the Brightness and Saturation to see it more clearly.

There’s an inner circle in the center of his eyes. I still need to think about what it could mean but it’s still an interesting fact nonetheless.

More!

This is just a small design detail I have seen many artists skip: The INWARD view of his shoes has a moon design while the OUTWARD view has a star design. It’s not just moons!

There seem to be dirt on his feet and legs too despite them being almost covered by his clothing. Poor guy.

I think I have made the post long enough but I still have some more thoughts to share.

If you guys enjoyed this post, let me know and I’ll upload a Part 2!

(I think Part 2 is a little shorter though)

[brandwhorestarscream]

I want it all because I'm greedy :D let's go in whatever order you prefer? I just love reading this stuff

Let's start with Soundwave and Wavelength, because I have the most concrete idea for them

This Soundwave lost his carrier when he was a young teenager. His sire, Sound System (he's a good guy I promise, but millenia of isolation and depression made him very mentally unstable) had him kidnapped. He was trapped living in Iacon when Wavelength died, and he never learned what happened to him. He didn't even get to properly mourn. It's the thing that cemented his deep-seated grudge against the elite.

So now, here he has a second chance: presented with a version of his carrier that's been subjected to a fate worse than death. Merged with the destructicon's mothership, his personality and consciousness fragmented, scattered, ruined. They had tried to fix him, to coax him out of the ship's systems, but they never managed to succeed. Especially since Wavelength himself always tried to foil them: he wanted this. He didn't want to live anymore, but also couldn't bring himself to die while knowing his amica endurae and the rest of the destructicon movement still needed his aid. So he sacrificed himself, essentially taking away his own free will, and turned himself into a machine so he could be of service while still ending his own suffering. It brought on new horrors for him, but he wasn't conscious enough to decide which was worse.

Soundwave's honestly kind of impressed, but hates to see Wavelength like this. His carrier was always very softspoken and treated him with endless love, raising him the best he could despite his disability. They truly loved each other, and now he's got another chance. He sets out to extract him from the ship and put him back together, one nanite at a time. After all, if anyone could do it, it's probably Soundwave, and now Wavelength has no reason to resist. He can "see" Soundwave through the ship's systems, like I mentioned. His systems let him know about the temporal disturbances, how they've jumped dimensions. This is Soundwave, what his sparkling could have become if he'd been allowed to live

It's a painstakingly slow process, and it takes years. As Soundwave works, he talks to his carrier: the war is over, and his vow of silence is null. He's gotten so used to it though, that he still doesn't speak to anyone outside of Wavelength. In his world, when he was young, he used to talk to his carrier all the time, 24/7, to help him echolocate and find his way around, and also just because he really liked talking to him.

The first time Wavelength manages to say something back to him, it's a magical moment. The ship is alive all around them, cables moving about to help where they can, panels opening and closing and screens pulling up dozens of schematics and equations. One of the longer, sturdier cables that's implanted directly into his carrier's neural net snakes across one of the consoles and wraps around his wrist, and his carrier's jaw creaks as he goes, "souNd~WaVE!"

His face is still blank, frozen in that eternal scream of pain, but he says it again. "So-ouNdWAve!"

The cable on his wrist wraps tighter around him and the screens all explode with the same glyphs, listed thousands of times, blinking rapidly

Love you

Love you

Love you

Love you

Love you

Soundwave still wears his visor, so no one can see the tears, but they're there. It's been so many millions of years since he heard Wavelength's voice, since anyone had said those words to him, and he never dreamed of ever having another chance.

He continues his diligent work, and slowly Wavelength comes back. He slowly puts his mind back together, and his broken consciousness is slowly repaired, until he's able to start speaking and having small conversations again, and eventually, one day... he's fully released, and they get to walk out of the ship together 💖

[ghoulangerlee]

sorry i forgot to tell you guys about the wildest thing that happened at work this past week (besides the ea who is trying to??? idk??? hunt me for sport i guess??)

but someone dropped off their computer on tuesday for us to look at; they called in and told me that it just would not power on. asked what time we closed and how much we charged and what our turn around time was.

explained all of that and they were wary bc like, they didn't wanna leave it with us for long. which fine. said they'd try to "do stuff" and see if that would fix it.

brought in the computer, reiterated that it just would not turn on. so i took their info and the computer and payment. went over our turn around time again (this is v important) (its 3 to 5 business days btw)

so, after they leave, i open the computer to inspect it (for physical damage bc we have to make notes of that just in case) and uh 1) there's no screws in the bottom case of the laptop (call the cust and they say its bc they forgot to put them back in after opening it up. uh)

next thing i notice is that the computer is on. there are lights on the side lit up and the caps lock light comes on (a sign Windows has booted)

okay weird. so the scope is now, the screen doesn't display but the computer is on.

we plug it up the next day, to an external monitor and uh. it works fine. we remove the RAM to test that just in case (bc my coworker had called the customer to get the password, the customer mentioned that before the computer "died" they were getting memory errors.)

RAM is fine. cool. we do more testing on it. and the...display? doesn't exist??? there's no integrated monitor under the device manager.

at this point we've done about an hour and a half troubleshooting on it to try and figure out how we went from will not power on to doesn't display.

call the customer back and they are not. happy. with us? somehow? why haven't we fixed it? even tho i told this customer that if we find out its a hardware issue then we'll have to order new hardware.

they were adamant it wasn't a hardware issue. okay.

anyway. its now friday at this point and they call for another update and we're like. starting to lean towards it being the upper assembly (screen + casing) but like it doesn't make sense to us bc this computer is newish (under 2 years old) and there doesn't seem to be any physical damage to it. the screen shouldn't just go out and stop working. esp if there were no other signs besides the "memory errors".

the person ends up coming in to get the computer, we talk about a screen replacement and the customer is for it. cool. they're taking the computer with them until we can get the screen ordered which is fine. i get payment for the screen so we can order it, i let the customer know that we do have to tack on an additional charge to the hours because we've spent about an hour and a half cumulatively on this--customer is not happy about it but understands. gets a bit huffy about it. says that we should have figured it out sooner etc etc etc

and then. then like. the customer hits me with.

"oh hey, so my friend closed a pen in this computer right before it stopped working. right down here where the plastic case is. yeah. do you think that might have messed up the screen?"

i am absolutely flabbergasted by this and go "oh yeah it can definitely damage the cables there. the plastic isn't very thick. we didn't see any damage when we opened it up though" and this person just

"oh yeah my friend cleaned up the broken plastic bits before we brought it by"

OH OF COURSE. how silly of me.

i am. so tired lmao. like i dont know what this person expected of us but? tell us this info? the only info (even after asking all the questions) i got was "the computer stopped working today and it worked fine yesterday" and "i opened it up and performed an ec reset just in case"

anyway. the customer is vaguely annoyed they're having to pay more for us to find out what the issue is but in my defense YOU DIDNT TELL ME THAT A PEN WAS CLOSED IN IT.

you know how you're not supposed to omit info from medical professionals if you're being treated for an emergency? its sorta in that same vein. don't omit stuff from us when you bring us your computer to fix lmao

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heyheyhey!! someone wish me luck on getting the job I have an interview for tomorrow plsplspls

to convince you to wish me luck I have developed the pros and cons list of what will happen if I do get the job (I am also doing this for myself to really convince myself that I can DO THIS)

pros:

job = money

money = laptop after like two paychecks

laptop after two paychecks = more writing from yours truly (I am typing this while staring at my tv screen bc I use writing as a coping mechanism and located an HDMI cable which is also some of the reason requests have been on the slower end--I have to have my glasses on in order to see on such a big screen. I am typing this sentence while not wearing them to test how bad it is and i have to squint like I'm at the back of the room to see the screen less blurrily)

fixed term contract (seems like a con but stay with me) means I'll only be working like, 10-12 weeks which yeah not so great BUT I get experience and experience means more consistent 9-5 later on, plus if I save money while I work (aside from laptop that is a necessary purchase bc again, if I have to stare at my tv screen for another six months there will be tears and begging while I point desperately at my currently opened commissions) then I can have a bit of a backspace to fall on, yk?? like. if I ever decide I want something when I'm not working or if I need to buy more like?? bodywash?? idk, I don't have to crawl to my dad like "heyheyhey scary 5'8-ish adult man, I will do the dishes, clean the fridge AND the pantry for the low low price of $40 when you also happen to get paid"

will get me out of the house! I am stuck here all except for maybe once or twice in between the pay periods of my parents (they are my rides everywhere and they get paid biweekly so when they go for groceries I'm like HEY LET ME COME I WANNA EXPERIENCE EXTERNAL AIR PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE) and getting to leave the house and work with the people I'll be working with will also significantly reduce my anxiety, which I have to talk to my dr about putting me on meds for bc it has become debilitating.

I ONLY WILL WORK LIKE, 3-4 DAYS A WEEK!! The shifts are SUPER LONG which yeah not great but its a 40 hour week and that money will be good money (which I will put into a savings account that will build interest!!)

MONEYMONEYMONEYHONEYYYYYYY!! It adds up pretty quickly and making a dollar and fifty cents above minimum wage will mean that I'll be getting close to a thousand dollars if they pay me biweekly and close to five hundred if they pay me every week. 500-1000 dollars is a lot of money for a new laptop but also,, also a lot of money for a gym membership plus treats of both the caffeine and the liquor store variety (I will be nineteen in three weeks and feel like weed will be a better experience than alc was. I had fun that night but if I ever cry over not having enough money to order pizza again pls just glare at me)

work experience!! This job is a fixed contract job (I am starting to sound like a broken record with this oops) so it'll be less than half a year but it STILL WORKS!! Plus it'll be a good lesson and help me decide whether or not I want to pursue a career in working in old folks homes and if I can handle doing so for twelve hour days for the rest of my life. It'll be a learning experience that I can add to my resume and help me decide which jobs I'll either look towards or away from once I start looking for a job after the contracts fixed term is completed.

cons bc I am in fact thinking of those

working 3-4 days a week is great, right?? right?? yeah that part is where the goodness of the work schedule will kind of stop off bc yeah, three days on four days off is amazing but I'll be working 7-7. I also unfortunately happen to know myself and I know myself well enough to know that having to go into work at seven in the morning will result in me waking up at half past five in the morning to get ready and drink either an energy drink or three cups of coffee. I also like staying up until midnight so I will be stubbornly running on five hours of sleep lol.

occasionally needing to work weekends isn't that bad but its just--I can be a morning person during the week with an energy drink or three cups of coffee and those things only. On the weekends I sleep in late and I make coffee anyway bc its my routine, but waking up at 5:30 for a weekend shift is going to have me hangry and exhausted by noon.

the only other con that I can think of for this is that the twelve hour shifts could send me into burn out very very quickly. On the one hand I keep telling myself "yeah you'll work 36 hours in three days BUT you'll also have four days to sleep the burn out off and engage in hobbies that make the burn out easier to handle" but on the other I just--I know myself well enough to know that two and a half months of burn out from working twelve hour shifts through to the end of march could have me fully burnt out until the middle of may. I just keep wondering if the fact that I'm gonna be making a dollar fifty above minimum wage for two and a half months is really worth the exhaustion both physically and mentally lol.

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Would you ever work at a movie theater?  Probably not at this point of my life, no.

Do you have a phone charger in your car?  Yeah we have the adaptor that's specifically built for cars – it's just your typical Apple gatekeepy shit that makes me unable to charge my phone in the car because iPhone chargers have different cable requirements. I just bring a power bank to solve the problem.

Do you live far from your parents?  I live with them.

What was the last type of smoothie you drank?  I have never had a smoothie because I don't like fruits. The closest I ever got to having one was buying something from Jamba Juice once, but I got one of their non-smoothie items (a chocolate shake) HAHAHA.

Do you think you have a wide vocabulary?  I like to think so. The thing that is limiting, though, about PR and even journalism as a whole is the general rule that you must be able to write just well enough for a 4th grader to understand. That means I'm constantly sacrificing the vocabulary I do know because I'm kind of required to dumb everything down (I once got told off for using 'plethora' and I've stopped using it since lol).

Anyway, I try to compensate by just writing A LOT on here (i.e. overexplaining in my answers haha) and reading articles so I get to expand my vocab further and to learn more writing styles.

Describe your current position:  I just have my legs propped up. My laptop is balanced between my tummy and thighs.

Have you used a microwave today?  I have not.

What is your favorite mobile app?  Twitter, Instagram, Reddit, YouTube, Facebook.

Have you ever slept through an alarm?  Many times. I'm a terrible waker-upper(??).

Do you have lactose intolerance or know anyone who does? I am lactose intolerant but it has never stopped me before.

Can you go see a doctor alone or do you like to take someone with you?  I can.

Which household chore do you hate the most?  Folding laundry, particularly someone else's. I'm a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to other people's clothes, even if they are fresh out the washing machine.

Do you like pineapple on pizza?  No.

Do you like to hold hands?  Only with a significant other. I feel squeamish if a non-SO does it, even if they mean to be sweet/affectionate.

Will you sleep alone tonight?  Yes.

How do you feel right now? Relaxed and content. But omg my lower back and shoulders hurt. Nothing Katinko can't fix though hahaha.

What are your plans for tonight?  Eat all the shit I ordered from Dunkin' and maybe watch an episode of Run BTS to help lull me to sleep.

Do you want a tattoo?  I want them, but I'm not willing to get them.

Have you ever kissed the last person you text messaged?  Nopes.

Who was the last person you cried in front of?  Technically it was Celeste and Pau but I didn't show it. It was last Tuesday when PH won against New Zealand in the Women's World Cup. Who knew I'd be this invested in football??? LOL

Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?  Yes.

Have you smoked a cigarette in the past 24 hours?  Nope.

Are you the youngest?  In the family? No.

What’s your favourite type of cake?  Cheesecake with a graham crust is just to die for.

Do you have any life changing plans within the next 6 months?  I wouldn't say so, no.

When’s the last time you played the board game Clue? I have never played it.