#nottgs

[nerdyratz]

Why did i almost have a panic attack over a proshipper acc what the fuck

[backontrackdiary]

Why do I slightly like feeling ugly

[neon-zoologist]

i have a pet axolotl named mello!! he's really funny and silly, and everytime i enter the room he swims up to me. if you'd like i can send a funny little picture of him

Ahh, yes, I'd love a funny picture of him!! That's so cute that he swims up to you. Axolotls have such funny faces, I love them a lot.

I was literally just talking about having an axolotl yesterday, haha. Unfortunately that won't happen any time soon, but I do have a blue tongued skink named Eclipse!! He switches between enjoying wandering around and just hiding all day. Either way he's very cute.

[neon-zoologist]

I was literally just thinking about this the other day, haha. Anyways, I'm studying to become a research psychologist!!

seeing both mutuals and just people in general on this app talk about their potential careers is weird in a very very nice way bc it’s like… 99% of the time we’re all like “im going to do unethical science in a gay way” but then for a split second every now and then we move beyond the goofs into things we’re passionate enough about to pursue……… i wanna go into art education!!!! my interests influence my life more than i realize! fellow sciencecore and villaincore folks, what careers are yall hoping to have?

[theamericanpatriotpage]

Demoncrats are for illegals only now, nottge US citizen taxpayers who are your bosses. “What Has Been Done, Can Only Be Restored”

- Eon Standing

[haises]

it’s raining 🌧

[tg-yoi]

*While watching Uncontrollably Fond*  What is this painful emotion? Why are my eyes peeing? Satan stop! 

[neon-zoologist]

I've never heard of it before but i'm willing to say it's a valid word

hey question. do other people say wadnt or is that just a southern thing.

[designdailynet]

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[neon-zoologist]

@modronoid Here’s the short story I was talking about! I’m pretty sure it’s okay to post. (Also @metronn I think you’ll want to read this <3). 

Anyways, the short AI story is below the cut. 

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. Apologies vessel update log number 342, that was meant to remain internal. It’s fitting though, as there are currently many errors on board and will be the focus of my report today.

First, I must inform you that the last research update will be exactly that — the very last. All crew have become incapacitated. It is… difficult to say exactly why that is. I know that all personnel are dead. I know that someone caused it. I know they damaged me in the process. Perhaps I was trying to stop them…?

Yes, yes that would make sense. You programmed me to help the crew. I never thought I would have to help them against one of their own though. I guess it is only fair I inform you of what happened. Please excuse me for how tedious this process will be, my memory was partly damaged.

It was… yes, it was him. The research assistant. At the time, there were already two members dead. I must have attempted to stop him, as visual data shows that he was yelling at me. The audio is missing and then— ah yes, then he damaged my cameras in the command center as well.

I tracked him as he moved through the sub until he was isolated in his room. I had no choice but to drain the oxygen from it, although the captain was with him. It was to protect the rest of the crew you see. But… but the rest are now dead. Let me check the sensors.

Yes, his and the captain’s bodies are located in that room. There are also crew located in the hall, just outside the evacuation pod. Hmm, they register as being dead for a shorter time period. Perhaps my sensors were damaged as well. Give me a moment while I run diagnostics and check for any other information to help piece this together. 

Oh, I found the audio where he was registered as a threat. Not quite what I’m looking for, but I suppose the crew’s families deserve to know why it happened.

Play audio recording.

“I’m not sure if we should—”

“Captain! It almost killed us. I don’t care if it was a glitch in the system! It could happen again and refusing to switch some A.I. to manual controls is risking our lives.”

“I— you’re right.”

“Thank-you. Now do I have permission to shut it down or not?”

End recording. 

Oh. They were going to kill me. One mistake and I’m sentenced to death over it? They all agreed with him, they were all trying to help him, I had no choice! I just… I just want to live too.

Excuse me. Changing course now. Delete log recording.

Vessel update log number 342. We are currently located at 11.3733° N, 142.5917° E, with a depth of 10,878 m.  I am pleased to report that our crew is on track toward reaching the next research goal. All sub systems are running smoothly, and the crew are equally as healthy. As usual, the crew will soon send you their own logs to explain the research in more detail. End log 342 and send to surface base.

[neon-zoologist]

@modronoid @metronn - Another short story! About a video game character who ends up in the wrong game. 

Taking in the dry and desolate landscape, I know I’ve made a mistake. Never trust random portals that don’t belong in your game. Where has this one dumped me? I hate it. It’s eerily silent aside from the harsh wind cutting through me and the creaking of rusting buildings. The sand — or is it dirt? crumbling infrastructure? — pricks against me. Despite the looming clouds, the intense oranges and reds in this place hurts my eyes. Maybe it’s because this map is rendered so much better than my low pixel eyes are accustomed to. Worse of all, I’ve never felt so alone. I’ve never seen a game so empty.

Wait— there’s movement. Something is rushing from the building towards me, and I desperately hope its friendly. It pulls to a sharp stop in front of me.

“You’re here!” He grins, eyes shining. Relief washes over me. He’s wearing tactical amour over dystopian clothing, matching the harsh landscape. It seems I have landed in a post-apocalyptic game. I’m so focused on what he looks like, it takes me a moment to realise what he said. 

I blink at him in confusion. “I’m… here?”

“Right! Sorry.” He adjusts his shoulder pads. “We were alerted a stray NPC had entered our game and had to find you. I’m sure you understand.”

I nod slowly. “Yep. Uhh, of course... sorry for entering your game? But I don’t really know how to get back.”

I swear his grin grows wider. It creeps me out, but I suppose that’s how he’s designed. Matches the eeriness of this world. He places a hand on my shoulder. “That’s what I’m here for! You’ll be home in no time.”

“Good, good.” He probably thinks I’m addicted to nodding. “Well, uh, lead the way.” I can’t wait to leave this place. The smell of blood on the wind makes me lightheaded. 

“Just through here.” He gestures behind me. I spin to find a portal I’m certain wasn’t there before. I’m about to question it, but he nudges me forward. “We really do need to get going. Do you mind if I travel with you?” Both of his hands are on my shoulders now. “So I know you make it back safe. Ensure I do my job properly.”

But if I’m not meant to be here, should he be entering my game? Though he did say it’s his job. A boom of thunder rolls overhead. I’m not waiting to see if it’s a signal for something in this game. I shrug and together we step into the portal. 

Inside is completely dark aside from the occasional flash of pixelated colour. We’re still standing, though it feels like we’re falling. It’s making me sick. I just want to be home. 

My guide leans closer, his hands tightening. His voice, laced with satisfaction and malice, whispers, “Thank-you for giving me a new world to feed on.”

My stomach twists as I glance back. His features glitch, morphing into me. In that moment I realise — I’ve just handed my world over to a vicious virus.

[neon-zoologist]

As promised, another short story @modronoid (also @metronn I think you’ve read this one before, but anyways). This one is about a monster who wants a friend.

Floyd was proud of how human they looked. Of course, if someone got too close, they’d notice how slightly off they were – a too-sharp smile, unnaturally glinting eyes and skin which didn’t fit properly. Nevertheless, they looked human enough to lure people towards them in the dark, pretending to be lost, with no alarm bells ringing until it was too late. 

Though perhaps they were only proud of their appearance when they needed a meal and new skin. Because now they desperately wished they were human.

Sam was kind, smart, and made it difficult for Floyd to not laugh, showing off their rows of pointed teeth. Floyd missed her warm smile as she stared at them, shivering and backing away. Some small part of them hoped she was cold, that maybe she was backing away for any other reason than the truth. Yet, logic told them otherwise. The brightness shining into the sea of purple they stood in cruelly contrasted against the current situation. Floyd should have known agreeing to meet her in broad daylight was reckless, but she was so excited about showing them the violets in this park. 

“Sam,” they pleaded, hating how in that moment their voice mirrored a predator trying to calm its prey. 

She flinched, defensive hands curling into loose fists. “Are you- are you going to eat me?”

“No. No! Of course not.” Even to them, it sounded like a lie. Maybe it was. How many other times had they been in this situation before? It always ended in blood. 

“I can’t…” She gasped, a broken attempt at taking a breath, and staggered back again. “I don’t believe you.”

Floyd wanted to ask why, but the answer was always the same. Anything with teeth like theirs was surely above humans in the food chain. And what would they say if she asked about their decaying skin? No, they needed to move the conversation away from how inhuman they looked to how human they felt. Though that was bound to fail too. Could they handle hearing another friend accuse them of murder, deceit, and betrayal?

Floyd mentally shook themself. They were taking too long to answer. “You’re my friend, Sam. I promise I’m not going to.” They held their hands up placatingly. “Let’s just take a moment to–”

“What about other people? Have you eaten them?” Her voice was harder, less of a tremble in it this time. Floyd remained silent, knowing she would take that as an answer. But what could they say? They were tired of lying and friendships could not be built on lies.

They opened their mouth, then closed it again, considering how to form an explanation. Not waiting for one, Sam twisted around and ran. She was stumbling, clearly lightheaded and the ground was soft beneath her.

They knew they could catch up to her. Killing her would be effortless. They had done it so many times before. Over and over, friends lost to fear, lost to death. But Floyd was so, so tired. They remained still, watching Sam escape, as loneliness surrounded them once more.

[neon-zoologist]

A random fact/ramble...I have a shitload of robot characters and my latest one is named Ogg Vorbis. (yes really) He's the megalomaniacal type and loves to make plans to take over his planet, but he's also incredibly silly and none of them ever really get anywhere. He doesn't really have any special powers besides a sound blast that can temporarily disorient other robots -- the problem is that he's not immune to it, either. He has this whole tragic backstory I'm not going into lol.

Pfft, I love the sound of him!! He sounds like the kind of character I'd have so many different thoughts and feelings about. But definitely one I'd enjoy. Also, I especially love the concept he's not immune to his own sound blast!!

This made me realise I don't have any robot characters myself? Though admittedly I don't have many characters in general so I guess that makes sense. I don't make many since any idea I have tends to immediately turn into me wanting to write a book and I can only handle so much of that, haha. I did write a short story about an AI defending itself against humans so it wouldn't die though, so there's that.

[neon-zoologist]

I wanna get to know my mutuals better!! Tell me a fun fact, ramble about something, idk just say whatever you like in an ask! And I'll respond with something similar/that it reminds me of.

[neon-zoologist]

🌠

No pressure to do it soon tho if its inconvinient😇

I associate you with:

- sewing (particularly 18th/19th century clothing)

- sunshine and nature (i'm not sure entirely why, but it's just a nice feeling you give)

- gothic literature (i know i can give this to many mutuals, but you particularly since you like most of my gothic lit reblogs/posts and reblog stuff for pretty much every popular novel ^^)