#queenie reference

[critter-wizard]

🐛'she somehow got me to like them...'🐛

[bibbysstuff]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM CHECKMATES

[s0ckh3adstudios]

You all seem to forget. Kinger has two hands.

[beaniebea]

They ejth skido kviks allc ekek gjvjjdjdn I love them enfyhene

[spottedloaf]

hi checkmates nation i thought this song fit them

[fangirl-fanart347]

Hey hey! So I saw all these super cool TADC!AU’s and figured I’d try it out too. Welcome to The Amazing Digital Island!

I already have lots planned for this idea and I can’t wait to share it with you guys!!!

If you want, you can ask me anything about this AU 🥺

[saphstories]

Blue Myosotis AU: Character References

(Incredible Reference Sheet by my wonderful art co-creator @estellardreams!)

Name: Blue Myosotis; Myo.

Origin: AU Alt Sonic

AU: Blue Myosotis AU

Alignment: Varies; Myo Hero, Blue Myosotis Villain.

Personality:

As Blue Myosotis: Cold, calculated, deadly, the perfect Vanguard and Killer.

As Myo: This boy is NOT OKAY. Helpful, Compassionate, Kind, still a Hero at heart. Depressed, PTSD. Resigned that he is a Monster. Believes there's no atonement or penance for his crimes as Blue Myosotis other than the Ultimate Penalty.

Abilities: Speed and Strength.

Basic Story: At the start of Season 3 of Sonic X, Sonic was captured by the Metarex and brainwashed into becoming their Winter Soldier, the Metarex Warrior Blue Myosotis, the vanguard that prepared each planet for the Metarex's arrival. He spent (time frame not decided yet) as Blue Myosotis, meeting Cosmo in captivity and falling in love with her, until he was found and rescued by his friends. He seeks the end of the Metarex race, wants to see Dark Oak burn for his crimes, and see Cosmo finally safe and free. Then...well. There is no penance or atonement for Blue Myosotis's sins, other than the Ultimate Penalty.

Important Notes:

Cosmo 💖💖💖 Myo loves her with every piece of himself. She's the reason he never tried to escape, to protect her. Many of his scars are from defending her.

Partially Blind and Deaf in his left eye and ear.

(Incredible Reference Sheet by my wonderful art co-creator @estellardreams!)

Name: Cosmo the Seedrian; White Seed

Origin: Alt AU Cosmo

AU: Blue Myosotis AU

Alignment: Varies. Good Cosmo; Evil White Seed.

Personality:

As the White Seed: Cold, calculating, deceptive, charming. Will kill if ordered. There seems to be a burning fury beneath the surface...

As Cosmo: Sweet, compassionate, pretty much the same personality as she is in Canon, but there seems to be a bitterness, a hidden anger to her...

Abilities: Plant and Flower Manipulation, Flora Empathy, Healing Seeds.

Basic Story: From the time she was eight and the Metarex destroyed her clan, Cosmo has been an unwilling servant of the Metarex as White Seed, the Eyes and Ears of the Metarex. Her primary function as White Seed is to Infiltrate, Learn, Report, so that the Metarex can conquer a planet. After years, Sonic was captured and was forced into servitude alongside her, as Blue Myosotis, the Metarex Vanguard. She and Sonic fell in love in captivity, helping each other through the horrors they suffered each day. When Sonic vanished, she waited for him to come back for her, but he never came. Her despair and heartbreak led to her succumbing fully to the White Seed programming. Now she serves the Metarex entirely as White Seed, Cosmo's own self and mind buried deep in her own psyche.

Important Notes:

Myo. 💖💔💖 Despite everything, she still loves him dearly.

Cosmo's Gear as White Seed has very interesting functions: invisibility, adhesion, perception filters...

MORE ART:

(By @estellardreams)

(By @the-sky-queen)

EEEEEEP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Kinger, Queenie, & My Thoughts

I may be a bit late to the party, but after mulling it over for a while, I’ve got some thoughts on Kinger (who is my favorite of the cast) that I want to share:

-Now, the consensus is that Kinger and Queenie were romantically involved and served as one another’s support systems before Queenie Abstracted, which had a major role in Kinger’s decent into madness. I like to think that even after getting stuck in the circus, the two for the most part stayed rational (at least on a surface level) for a while before the stress of everything started wearing down on them. The two more than likely desired to stay strong for the other and tried to for a time, before tragedy inevitably struck. With this in consideration, I found myself with two distinct thoughts: was Queenie the first in a long line of losses that Kinger experienced that slowly drove him closer and closer to the edge or was her Abstracting the straw that broke the camel’s back, sending Kinger into a breakdown that had been culminating since he entered the circus? Either way you look at it, Kinger had to suffer tremendously before and especially after he lost his lover, the only thing keeping him from crossing the threshold into complete insanity and Abstraction more than likely being a promise he had made to her a long time ago. One that just keeps getting more difficult to keep as he soldiers on in a timeless digital world he has no meaningful control over. This would also play into their chess motif rather well, given that, while the queen is no longer in play, the king still is, and the trapped humans may have some hope of a better existence, even if there isn’t a chance of them truly being free.

-Another thought (or maybe it’s a head canon?) I had was that mentioning Queenie’s name can temporarily snap Kinger out of his detached mental state, making him more lucid and less high strung, but at the same time far more somber and depressed, before he inevitably returns to “normal”, either from his madness inevitably reasserting itself or Kinger actively trying to occupy his mind and bury painful memories of comparatively happier times that have long since passed. Building off of this, I think it would be interesting and rather sad if speaking ill of Queenie would have similar mind clearing effects, but at the same time also sending Kinger into a fit of manic rage. She may not have been perfect, let alone a great person, but Kinger would rather be damned than let anyone badmouth the woman he loved. I mean, just imagine the normally detached and skittish Kinger blowing up at the other humans, and possibly even intimidating them.

-Given that Kinger has been in the circus the longest, it isn’t unreasonable to assume that he may have a better understanding of its machinations, even if it is only comparatively so. This is backed up, if only slightly so, considering how eloquently he explains the sensation of eating in the VR world of the circus, it could be a subtle clue that, despite his poor mental state, Kinger understands how things work on a deeper level then the others. This could lead to some interesting plot points and progression, as the others could occasionally look to him for insight, which would typically be rather hit or miss. Overall, it would be really neat to have a character who is both completely checked out mentally, but at the same time the most aware of what all is going on, even if it isn’t readily apparent or even conscious on their part.

-I know that Kinger and Queenie always had uneven/askew eyes as part of their avatars, but I’ve always liked the idea of them having even eyes, with Kinger’s eyes becoming progressively more unaligned as his mind deteriorated. This isn’t me trying to badmouth Gooseworx’s style (which I think is phenomenal and better then anything I could ever manage artistically) or Kinger’s design, it’s just a long-standing thought/idea I’ve had in the back of my mind since he was revealed.

-Does anyone else get serious Ice King/Simon Petrikov and Betty vibes regarding Kinger and Queenie, or is it just me?

TLDR, these old chess pieces basically have a whole chunk of my brain dedicated to them. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are all appreciated and I really want to know what others think.

[queenofbaws]

Hacketteers but what if we threw them into dragon riding school? 👀

catch me catching up on some not-quite-six sentence sat(or)sunday!

The day had been overcast from the start, heavy grey clouds obscuring the sun, but as the creature's great wings beat at the air, even nature itself took notice. Thin shafts of light, almost angelic in their radiance, shot down from between the rifts torn in the gathering storm. The world seemed to shake - or maybe just shiver - as it landed on the rocky shore, a mountain made of oil slicks, its scales shining sometimes black, sometimes green, sometimes colors none of them had names for.

Slowly, tentatively, the first of the students held his hand out, feeling an instantaneous bond as the dragon's molten eyes met his. It was in that moment, as though through telepathy, he knew its name:

"Brandomere Asskickeous VII."

***

"Jacob, you said you were going to take this seriously."

Immediately on the defensive, his hands shot up. He cast quick, friendly glances around the picnic table, meeting the other counselors' exasperated eyes with a grin with maybe just a touch too much mischief to come across as earnest. "I am! I am taking this seriously! Look man, you said we got to make our own characters, right? And I wanted to make sure my dragon was the one with the coolest, strongest name - everyone knows that's how this make-it-up crap works."

"Your idea of the coolest, strongest name for a dragon was Brandon Asskickeous?" Dylan set his chin on his hand, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jacob from across the table. "You should be studied, man. In a lab. Like, with a microscope or something."

"First of all," he cut back in, pointing with his pointer finger like some kind of pointy poindexter before someone laughed a little too loud and he decided a different finger was in order. "It was Brandomere Asskickeous the seventh, he's part of a long line of incredibly strong, incredibly powerful dragon wizards - "

From where he'd put his head down on the table, his arms wrapped around himself, Ryan groaned, "That's not a thing."

" - and second of all, I'm not sitting here judging your dragon names, so maybe, uh, what's the word I'm looking for here...oh, right, shut the hell up."

Scooching down lower in her seat, Abi gave Ryan a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Um, I'm not saying this to rub it in or anything, but...we did sort of say something like this would happen."

"Hey, are we gonna keep going or not?" Nick asked, his character sheet already a mess of doodles, scribbles, and hash marks. "Don't get me wrong, it's gonna be hard to top Jacob's dragon, but...I think mine might just take the cake."

"It's not a competition!" Rising up from his defeated slouch, Ryan cast an exhausted look out at their little gathering. Why had he thought this was going to be a good idea? Of all the bonding activities he could've come up with, why had a tabletop game been the choice he'd gone with? Genuinely, he couldn't remember. "The point of the game is to, y'know. Explore new worlds. Interact with cool characters. Solve puzzles. No one's dragon gets to automatically be the strongest - no matter what its name is."

Already Jacob and Nick were opening their mouths, no doubt to pick up where they'd left off, but Emma beat them to the punch. "Well I for one can't wait for you guys to meet my dragon, Daisybelle, so all in favor of us getting back to Ryan's masterful storytelling, say aye!"

Much to Jacob's chagrin, the ayes had it.

***

The air filled with a thick, oppressive heat as another dragon joined the first, immediately causing the gathered students to fan themselves as they sweat. Everywhere they looked, there was only the wavering lines of heat mirage, and the warning sizzle of raindrops not allowed to reach the ground.

At first, no one moved - no one thought they could. Such a presence would burn them alive, char them to a crisp if they ventured too close. But then, cautious but determined, a girl stepped forward and the heat dissipated like fever breaking. She set her hand on the dragon's amber snout, and again, its name formed in her mind.

"Trogdor the Burninator."

***

"KAITLYN!" The table erupted into chaos as Ryan threw his arms into the air, and while there were decidedly more groans than laughs, it sure didn't feel like any of them were on his side.

"What?" she asked, assuming the same defensive posture Jacob had before, her hands raised, her shoulders high, her face slack with fake innocence. "I thought it was a solid choice!"

Covering her mouth and nose to hide some of her snort-laughing, Emma fell against Abi's side. "What kind of name is that?!"

"Hey now, I'll have you know Trogdor is pretty much the name when it comes to dragons, okay? It's basically historical."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, see, I can tell you guys aren't dragon experts like me and Jake, so I'll let you in on the secret." Kaitlyn folded her arms on the table, then leaned in closer, widening her eyes dramatically. "Trogdor was a man. Well, he was a dragon man. ...or you know what? Maybe he was just a dragon. But he was still - "

And then, not just to Ryan's surprise but everyone's, she and Jacob popped up from their seats, whipping out what might've been fairly impressive air-guitar solos had they not been accompanied by them both shouting "TROGDOOOR!" at the top of their lungs.

Ryan put his head back on the table. He tried desperately to continue his narration.

***

Then there came a rumbling from the sea, as though some kind of -

***

"This seems like a bad time to reveal that my whole thing was going to be, like, a super edgelord version of Barney, huh?"

"Dylan. Barney's a dinosaur."

"Uh, okay, Abigail, what do you think dragons are?"

"They're...they're not dinosaurs! I...wait, are they?"

Knowing this was a battle he'd already lost, Ryan propped his head up on his hands. "Anyone else have a super hilarious dragon idea they can't wait to share?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Nick smiled sheepishly. "Uh...Toothless? From...y'know...How to Train Your Dragon?"

After another beat, Abi pulled her sketchbook up from off her lap, turning it around to reveal a startlingly gorgeous sketch of a stylized...

Wait.

"Um...mine's also...Toothless. Actually."

Emma clasped her hands together, leaning that much farther into Abi. "Oh my gosssh, you guys are so in-sync! Imagine that. Huh. You're like, dragon soulmates or something."

***

Once every student had their dragon, it came time for them to take to the skies. Only some of them, they had been warned, would survive this trial, and -

***

"Hey, uh, pardon me for party pooping, but...what is it exactly that you kids are doing right now? In the middle of the night? Besides eating...all of the trail mix, that is?"

There was a chorus of "Hi Mr. H!"es (and more than a few muffled giggles) as Chris came out of his office to stand by their table, arms folded and expression perplexed. No one rushed to answer him, though, which...well, that just figured, didn't it?

"We're playing a game," Abi said quickly upon realizing no one else was stepping forward. "Sorry if we were being loud."

"Trying to," Ryan corrected her, "we were trying to play a game. A TTRPG."

"Uh. Huh. Well NGL that sounds like a BFG, but FYI and JSYK, you guys GTG. To bed. It's late, and the last thing I need is you guys being all groggy-eyed for the scavenger hunt tomorrow. So quit ROFLing and GTFO, you know?" Clearly proud of himself, Chris gave a little chuckle.

"Sorry Ryan," Abi said, tucking her sketchbook back into her bag. "Maybe we'll actually, um, get to the dragon riding part next time!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait, there are dragons in your game?" Chris asked. "You mean like Trogdor?"

"Yeahhh!" Kaitlyn and Jacob cheered, giving each other a victorious high-five before cutting Chris in on that action.

There was no sugarcoating it. Ryan was devastated. "There's no way Trogdor the Burninator is a thing. There's no way it's a real thing."

"Hey, bud," Chris said, still grinning, "IYKYK. Now seriously, everybody, bed. Now."

((incredibly desperate author's note from an elderly millenial: please tell me you whippersnappers out there know trogdor omg))

[chiffon-city]

I got something coming for the Checkmates shippers too- this one will be significantly less depressing than the first one, I promise. It's on the opposite end of the spectrum of emotion, it's going to be so cute I swear

[maidenofthecloud]

ok everyone (almost everyone) in the fandom thinks that queenie and kinger were couples or lovers, Even though we never saw them interact with each other, nor do we know if they ever met. I understand that they pair them so much because they are both chess pieces.

so under that logic I ship these two

My headcanon is that these two hate each other (and they secretly liked each other) .

Well they don't hate each other, it's just that Jax is exasperated by Yellow Dog's super optimistic and dense personality, He never manages to make him lose his temper with his jokes.

While Yellow Dog knows that he irritates Jax by not falling for his games, that's why he acts thicker around him and pretends not to notice when Jax tries to annoy him.

[idledreams4]

Decided to doodle Jerome for a change

[remesrobotics]

“Queenie”

Unumbered Servant  - クイーンアリ “Terra? Destroy.”

Good Point - Understanding Bad Point - No-nonsense Like - Jewelry Dislike - Stardroids

4’1” (124.46 cm)

Antares controlled a great many minions from her fortress temple, but before being merged with it by the Creators, the massive structure’s functions had to be run by an additional AI. When the temple became Antares’ prison and tomb, that AI became the prison warden.

After the Creators’ destruction, the AI and Antares came to a mutual agreement and understanding, and now control and maintain the temple together in tandem. What appears to be Antares controlling the movement and traps of the temple via will alone, it is Antares relaying intent to the AI, and the AI executing that intent with great accuracy.

The AI itself doesn’t have much of a personality, and doesn’t even really have a true central body, being dispersed throughout the temple (with three central 'nodes' that act as backups; the triplicate 'emblem' on them also indicates which nodes may have gone offline at any given time), but it will often use the form of a “Soldari” ant minion to communicate with other robots, which is usually done in simple, one-word ‘sentences.’ At any other time, it communicates in an esoteric dialect of the Old Language unique to Antares' original territories, so antiquated that even the Stardroids have difficulty understanding it.

While the AI can technically assume control of any Soldari at any time (which changes the possessed Soldari’s armor gold and emblazons the AI's emblem on their back), it will occasionally build itself its own unique Soldari body, slightly larger than the rest, with fanciful embellishments on top of the golden plating.

The different Soldari have different functions:

Silver Soldari have humanoid hands and a passive nature, relegated entirely to menial labor and engineering tasks. They will ignore intruders or even cower, and killing them is a good source of health and/or energy capsules; however, killing too many has negative consequences.

Green Soldari have a shield and cannon, and act very much like Sniper Joes on Earth.

Black Soldari are the most aggressive, with stinger spines in place of hands. If they have yellow detailing, the stingers discharge electricity; if they have red detailing, the stingers superheat.

Red Soldari are rare and have interchangeable hands, along with being 5x-8x hardier. They are essentially the Elite. While rare under most normal circumstances, an intruder killing too many Silver Soldari in quick succession will cause anywhere from 3 to 5 of these to drop in on the spot.

The AI’s Golden Soldari abilities mirror that of the red variant, with fully interchangeable hands, but will often be found using the standard manipulators of the silver type. That said, its power level eclipses all of them, putting it at around the power of a Robot Master.

While it doesn’t have a name, third parties (such as Proxima) will refer to it with cute monikers, the most common being “Queenie” due to its appearance as an ant queen.

[fangirl-fanart347]

Hey guys, so my twin and I made a TADC Monster AU! and she made all of the designs, I just helped with coming up with monsters. She said I could post them here😊

Ragatha - Porcelain doll

Jax - Werewolf

Kinger - “Human” Undertaker

Queenie - “Human”

Caine - Headless-horseman/Dullahan

Zooble - Frankenstein

Gangle - Mummy

Bubble - Will-o'-the-wisp

Pomni - Fairy

[h4zardousch3micals]

If I told you about my weird multifandom oc's would y'all be interested?

[queenofbaws]

You know what I think we need right now? Some (parent)s shenanigans up in this joint! Because those kids of theirs had to have gotten their penchant for trouble and mischief from someone after all fhdkdldhd

(and also I miss them 😢 so consider this also a request for some actual non-toxic middle aged old people for the first time in forever fhdkskdbd)

"We're going to just have to own up to it," Jamie said through the mesh cage of her fingers, "I think that's the only thing we can do at this point."

"Uh huh, great idea, let's just stroll into the kitchen and go, 'Hey Bob, hey Linda, yeah, so, sorry about the sculpture in the hallway, sure hope it wasn't too - oh what's that, it cost $40,000? - well sorry, it's seen better days...also, sorry about your daughters, let's get this memorial dinner on the road, huh!'"

As was so often her wont, Colleen stepped between the two of them and in front of the console table, fretting with the piece of ceramic that'd broken off the rest of the sculpture. "Let's think this through before running around like chickens with our heads cut off," she said, keeping her voice conspiratorially low, "I think we can probably balance everything well enough that no one will notice until - "

The door to the kitchen swung open and the three of them froze, each wearing a similar grimace of guilt, though Scott would swear as he stood there that the degree of that guilt varied slightly between them. He took the situation in, their faces, the sculpture, the awkward air hanging like fog, then made the decision for them, opening the console table's drawer and setting the sculpture inside; "I've been making the worst small talk of my life for the past ten minutes," he said as he silently slid the drawer shut, "if I'm alone with them for one more minute, I'm going to crack, so please just get in here."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!