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[daily-tango-doodles]

Day 96: chibi tango from a wip :3

[itstaisstuff]

Season 8, huh? Yeah, what a fun one

[demonsfate]

me, who ships sub-zero and scorpion hard and have drawn many fanarts back in 2019: i wonder what changes will be in mk's new timeline!

mk's website:

me:

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

alright, here is one of my big specific criticisms for the show: i, in theory, don't mind the ncr being destroyed. we can all agree that it was heading in a bad direction! their attempt at recreating pre-war america was also recreating all of pre-war america's issues. remaking capitalism, bigotry, imperialism, exploitation, environmental destruction, etc etc etc. you can definitely set up a story where these myriad issues lead to the collapse of the ncr. maybe there's a coup, or a revolution, or a war a la the conflict with the legion, or a breakdown in logistics - any of these could lead to the ncr falling.

exactly none of those issues actually destroy the ncr.

instead, we have a random guy nuke the capital of the ncr. this guy has no direct conflict with the ncr; he wasn't really directly hurt by them, he doesn't really idealistically disagree with them. this man is no ulysses. he nukes the ncr to get back at his wife after their divorce, and because of his pre-war entitlement making him think only vault-tek deserves to colonize the surface. the show is not making a coherent critique of the ncr itself. this goes hand in hand with how they barely show the ills of the pre-war world - cooper is our only connection, and he's a rich actor; his viewpoint isn't showing us the food riots or the execution of civilians. his flashbacks are pretty much entirely concerned with the conspiracy of vault-tek which, again, removes america from the equation of its own destruction. america didn't fall because it was eating itself and the rest of the world alive in its drive for constant growth, it fell because...some random secret shadowy group decided blowing up the world was more profitable. that's not even a critique of capitalism, not really.

the ncr didn't fall because of its own issues. it didn't fall in order to make any kind of statement about the nature of imperialism or capitalism - the critique of which is one of fallout's foundational components. as is, the only statements the show seems to be making are: trying to rebuild is hopeless, mankind is cruel and destructive and incapable of change, and neither pre-war america nor the ncr actually did anything to cause their destruction; it was just conspiratorial bad actors who fucked it up for everyone.

and that's just not something i'm interested in.

[frozenjokes]

cubscarian cuddling? maybaps? or maybe a tango of the tek variety…… hotguy in general would be fun :3 or cuteguy’s outfit!

There was a careful balance to strike here at the edge of Cub’s bed. Cub and Scar were sound asleep, reasonable given the time, and Grian was eager to join them in his own deliriously tired state, but these things required tact. Strategy. Scar did not wake easily, but if Grian did happen to rouse him by accident, he would surely be smothered in those godforsaken arms for the foreseeable future. Grian was quite cold from the night chill, but he’d rather not be flattened in his pursuit of warmth. Despite this, Scar was Grian’s favorite furnace, and if he could manage to finagle himself into the curve of Scar’s chest without the carelessness of those wing-crushing arms..

Even in the dead of night, half asleep, Grian was nothing if not a betting man.

So Grian hopped up onto the backboard settling into the marks his talons had left from hundreds of instances of this exact movement. Hm. Cub might be a problem. He and Scar were cuddled just a little closer than Grian had initially thought, but it wasn’t like they were locked together or anything, there was room.

Hands and feet curled inwards so he didn’t poke holes in the blankets, Grian crept forward on his knuckles. The path was clear; Scar didn’t wear his legs to bed, obviously, so the free space was Grian’s way in, though the major obstacle of Scar’s arm draped over Cub’s side was still a present threat. Grian could just move it of course; it definitely wouldn’t wake Scar up and would be much easier to slot himself between the two of them, but something in Grian wanted it there, over him, keeping him securely buried on all sides. Grian squinted, giving the narrow space between Scar and Cub another scrutinizing look. It would be a tight squeeze. Tighter with Scar’s arm in the way..

He could make it. Just get his shoulders through. The rest would come easy.

Getting his shoulders through was more difficult than anticipated. Grian found himself pushing at an opening that just wouldn’t budge, Scar keeping a firmer hold now that Grian was trying to rift himself between him and Cub while the latter groaned. Had Grian mentioned Cub was a considerably lighter sleeper? This was fine. Asleep Scar was just stubborn, and with a little more force Grian would surely slide right through. Just a little more force. A little more oomph. In his single minded focus on this goal, Grian failed to realize he was flapping his wings until he hit both of his partners in the face at least twice.

Well! At least that got Cub to move!

“Grian.” Cub hissed, just about unhappy sounding as it gets, but Grian was too pleased with getting right where he wanted to care, only to feel Cub’s absence with great sadness moments later. He was still so cold.

“Come back,” Grian whispered, failing just a little at the being quiet part.

“No.”

“Please?”

“Bad man. Greedy. Sharp. Bad.”

“I am not-“ Even when Grian sensed the first shifting of Scar’s body behind him, it was too late. Scar’s arms punched the life right out of him as they latched around his stomach, leaving Grian flailing and wheezing for air. His wingbeats were hard enough to properly wake Scar up, the other yelping and falling out of bed, though, not without taking the entire top blanket with him. Grian just managed to hold on to the bed frame, wiggling from Scar’s grasp not a moment too soon, but didn’t get to balance before Cub’s foot connected with his chest, pushing him right over the edge.

“Banished. Both of you. Be gone. Goodnight.”

“Why am I banished!” Scar wailed, voice hoarse from sleep. “This was all Grian! I’m innocent!”

“You are innocent.” Cub conceded, muffled as he spoke into the pillow, “But I’m really hot and you can not control yourself.”

“What I do in my sleep is not my fault! You should consider being less holdable if you don’t want me attached at the hip!”

“Perhaps,” Cub mused, “But it is my bed. And my crimes are excused because I don’t care. Both of your future crimes will be met with violence, as will the crime of speaking, so choose wisely. Court dismissed. Goodnight.”

Grian and Scar exchanged a guilty look. There was plenty to fight over here, Scar having far more to complain about (not that this would stop Grian), but they’d been down that road, and it ended with both of them being locked out of Cub’s room.

Well. With Cub settled on the opposite edge of the bed, there was space. If they played their cards right..

Grian took his place on the backboard, keeping a careful eye on Cub as Scar tested the waters, not unlike a cat the way he pushed one hand, then two into the mattress. The dip did not seem to disturb Cub, who probably would have given the two of them a sharp glare by now if he was actually pissed off. Nope. He was probably just hot like he’d said, and this was the easiest way to communicate it. Grian didn’t really mind, and even if Scar hadn’t been asleep before, Grian doubted he minded either. If it hadn’t gone this way, Cub probably would have just kicked Scar until he woke up or rolled off anyway.

Grian took Scar’s hands, pulling him up with great care, like any disturbance of the bed would end with both of them back on the floor. Listen, it had already been established by now this wasn’t a danger, but sue a guy for imagining a little forbidden fun! Grian saw the glint of Scar’s smirk through the darkness, mirroring his internal sentiment. After Scar was settled in the most gentle of fashions, Grian hopped off the bed to crack the window, then retreated back to Scar’s arms, safer from the incoming chill.

“You’re cold,” he mumbled, just loud enough for Grian to hear.

“S’alright,” Grian replied, though the words might not have left his lips coherent enough to be heard. No worries. He wouldn’t be very cold for long.

(I was actually going to do more or all of what you requested and then this turned out to be. Bigger. Because I can’t help myself. Anyway!)

[zedif-y]

Zedaph is a being deeply connected to the void. It's almost like part of him. If he so chooses, he can connect to the deep below, merging his senses with it. Seeing through every part of the void and feeling anything that falls it. Mostly not that useful in the overworld, since it's all just bedrock, but it helps him navigate the end a little better.

Letting Tango into his void hole is, uh, a bit more intimate that it seems.

-headc-anon

Having a connection to the Void isn't as cool as it sounds.

This is all Zedaph's opinion, sure, but merging senses with complete nothingness isn't exactly the most thrilling experience. With how rarely things fall in there, he's pretty sure he'd be more excited watching paint dry. Or watching Impulse tear down his storage system again.

(This is ignoring the whole thing with the Boatem hole that one season. Not that Zed ever said anything about it— what was he supposed to say, stop flinging yourself into that hole, I can feel it? That just sounds weird.)

(It also entails talking to Grian. Which is arguably worse.)

So, uh. Point is, sometimes Zedaph... Forgets.

"Alright, Zed, you ready?" Tango asks, snapping him out of his thoughts. Zedaph blinks.

He stares down at the small hole, watches and feels the soft, droning hum of the nothingness wash over him— not quite beckoning, but familiar nonetheless.

"Yeah," He replies, giving his elytra a tug. Still there. He grins, then, "Race you there!"

"Hey-!"

Zedaph dives into the Void.

It feels like nothing. No air rushes by as he takes off, no cool breeze despite the thrust of his rockets. There's no resistance, not like swimming but not quite like flying, either. Not hot nor cold, just. Space.

Zedaph hums, it's really quite nice.

Until.

He shivers, the weird something's here sensation itching at the back of his mind. Something hot. Burning. Fast.

"Something of the Tek variety," Zedaph mutters to himself. He uses another rocket, eyes scanning the ceiling— "Aha!"

Zedaph taps his communicator, "Found your hole!"

"Already?!" Tango sputters, "I can barely see anything down here!"

Zedaph only laughs, feeling the paths Tango takes like a line in his mind, circling and looping around. "See harder!"

"Easy for you to say!"

Zedaph gasps when he shoots through the hole, both because of the sudden rush of air and because—

"Ow!"

—his face has become very well-acquainted with some rough stone. Ouch.

In the midst of checking if his nose is still intact, Tango speaks, his voice crackling through the communicator.

"Zed," He calls out, more than a little frantic. "Little help here?"

"One sec..." Zedaph groans, "I think I broke my face."

Tango laughs, "What, more?"

"You should be nicer to your savior, Tango."

"I'll be nicer when you tell me where my hole is!"

Zedaph huffs a laugh, smothering a joke. (He deserves an award for that.) He furrows his brow, focuses on Tango's location, his presence beaming like a star in space. He taps his communicator, "Alright, turn around, and fly left."

"Aye aye, captain!"

So Zedaph guides him, helps Tango soar through the Void until, finally—

Tango's voice crackles through the speaker, "I see it!"

Zedaph stands back, "You see it?"

"I see it!"

"Then get in here!"

Tango comes shooting through the hole, only narrowly avoiding colliding with Zed as he whizzes past—

"Ack!"

Zedaph laughs, full-bellied and pointing. "Broke your face!"

Tango flops backwards, clutching his nose.

"Shut up, jerkface!"

"You said you'd be nicer to me!"

"Not when you're laughing at me!"

They bicker until Zedaph's lungs hurt from laughing, their respective faces all fixed up and rockets replenished. As they gear up for the next attempt, (this time with dangling sheep!) Tango turns to him.

"By the way, how'd you know where I was down there?" He asks, head tilted in question. "You couldn't see me, could you?"

Zedaph shrugs, "Yes and no?" He rolls his shoulder, then fastens the straps of his elytra over his chest. "Not with my eyes, but, you know, my Void thing—"

"Your what thing?"

"My—" Zedaph stops. "My Void thing." At Tango's baffled silence, "You do know about my Void thing, yes?"

Tango's eyes are wide, then, "Ohhhh, yeah, your Void thing. I totally— psh, of course I know about— what the heck are you talking about?!"

Zedaph blinks. Stares.

"...Did I forget to mention it?" He asks, sheepish. Tango balks.

"Forget to mention what?!"

...Uh oh.

Perhaps... He forgets a little too hard.

[pinkcrocss]

On Andre...

So, I've been picking up on a lot of negative feelings towards Andre within the fandom (some warranted, some unwarranted in my opinion). And I think it comes down to two things:

-Andre is probably one of the least developed of the core group in terms of writing.

-Andre's actor (Chance Perdomo) has some problematic views irl.

I want to focus on the first point however, cuz I'm interested in the character not the actor (Patrick Schwarzeneggar and Claudia Dumit also support Isreal, so I'm choosing to focus my feelings on characters, not the actors if I want to enjoy this show at all).

When I first watched Gen V (before the hyper fixation had kicked in), Chance's performance had been one of my least favourites. I didn't like the weird voice he was doing (turns out he was Brit doing a pretty decent attempt at an "American Jock" type accent) and I thought the actor kept doing a lot of awkward stammers and tics that didn't feel in line with the character (I assumed, that's just how the actor was irl). That is until I watched a cast interview and I learned 2 things:

He is a Brit.

He's actually a very smooth and clear speaker. Which means those mannerisms were an intentional choice by the actor.

Later, once the hyperfixation had truly set in, I was watching a boatload of cast interviews, when I caught a comment underneath one of those videos that totally changed my view of that character and performance during my 4th (maybe 5th) rewatch.

You know how each of the core group's abilities hurts them in some way and thus works as an allegory for some form of personal issue that they are overcoming? i.e.

Marie -> Cutting/Self Harm

Emma -> Eating Disorders

Cate -> Consent

Jordan -> Gender Identity/dysphoria

For a while, I don't really see how Andre's abilities could serve as an allegory for anything. like, yes later on we learn that his powers will cause him damage over time, but that kind of seemed ham-fisted at the last minute, and not really connected to his ability to bend metal.

But back to that one Youtube comment. I can't remember word for word the comment, but to paraphrase, essentially:

The commentor spoke about how they connected to Andre's character a lot because when they were in college, they had developed an auto-immune disease that essentially made them chronically ill.

They talked about being unable to keep up with their peers, while they were supposed to be in their prime physical years, and how much that taxed on their mental health. Constantly feeling left out, constantly self-medicating, and the chronic pain that they just had to grin and bear.

And as soon as I read that, everything I didn't quite understand/connect with in Andre's character suddenly made sense.

What is one of Andre's core personality traits in the group? He's the stoner.

From episode one, there's a scene of him doing drugs in every episode. Cate is constantly asking him if he's high... he's self medicating.

The slow way he talks, the constant blinking and squeezing his face (note the scene when he's yelling at Tek Knight, or after he takes that first hit from Sam, or after he stops the helicopter)... he's in pain.

So many tics and nuances in his behaviour that I initially wrote off, was actually a much more nuanced performance from Chance Perdomo.

And it all coalesces in that final scene when Andre is at Vought tower and learns of his dad's diagnosis. His powers are slowly killing him, making him weaker (like an auto-immune disease. the body attacking itself).

And the doctor asks him if he ever feels light-headed? has he noticed any uncontrollable tics? Andre is hesitant, almost like he's in denial. But you look back at his actions/behaviour throughout the show, and he's been showcasing both those things.

Finally, the scene with the helicopter. Where it's more or less confirmed that Andre's powers are doing to him, exactly what his dad's powers did. I've seen people very critical of that scene. Saying things like, Oh! He's all of a sudden being affected by the use of his powers, but we hadn't seen that previously (which I disagree) and how it seemed "too convenient".

But keep in mind, stopping a decelerating helicopter is the biggest feat of Andre's abilities we'd seen so far in the show. Of course it's going to take a bigger toll on him than all the other times (not to mention he was in pretty big emotional distress. His dad, Cate's betrayal, an attack on the school...). Stress exacerbates illnesses.

The other critique I've seen is, why are Andre's abilities having this affect now? He's supposed to be in his 20s, but his dad made it all the way to his 40s/50s before it was detected... and that's a fair question. I have some theories:

Like certain genetic illnesses, this issue is hereditary. It's not Impossible, that Andre just inherited a stronger ability than his father, and thus stronger blowback on himself.

Andre's chronic drug use might be a chicken or egg situation. Where maybe his chronic drug use exacerbated the damage his abilities were causing him, and as a result he started self-medicating with more drugs, causing a continues cycle of him increasing the damage to himself.

His dad has been shown to have a very stubborn personality (note how he refused to acknowledge when Andre revealed to him the damage their powers were causing them). Perhaps, he had started feeling the symptoms around the same age Andre had, but just kept ignoring it and pushing through up until he reached his limit in his 40s/50s.

Some other reason that writer's haven't revealed yet. The show has been renewed for a second season, and it's obvious these characters have been set up to be integral to the overarching storyline of the boys as a whole. It's entirely possible that there is more potential development for Andre's character in the future, and I think it's fair to give the writers leeway to explore that.

All in all, I just wanted to get my thoughts out about this, and maybe see how everyone else views Andre's character. He seems to be one of the least discussed in the core group, and I feel like his character has a lot of room for more development in the future if the writers approach it correctly.

[thedo0zyslider]

Scott, who is currnetly crammed into a small dirt hole, stares back at the green, cat like eyes blinking back at him in the almost utter darkness. The eyes of the one and only Tango. The one of the Tek variety.

Martyn had told him to hide, for just a little bit, and he hadn’t expected to wind up in the exact same hidey hole that the other last green on the sever had chosen.

It's an awkward thing, when Scott realizes he's crashed his neighbors hiding space. It also leads to a lot of staring into each other's eyes, because there is nowhere else to look. The hole is dark, only being illumated by a single torch light, and it is so small that he can barely see the walls past Tango's form.

Eventually though, after they've been staring long enough to memroize what each other's eyes look like in great detail. Tango lets out a gentle chuckle. "This is soooo bad if someone finds us!" His words are quiet, and his breath just falls short of Scott’s face.

"Yeah, yeah it would be." Scott agrees, a small smile escaping him. He cannot help but notice how close they are, how their bodies are flushed against each other. He can't help but notice how Tango practically has an arm around his lower torso, because bending it any other way would be uncomfortable. Scott notices how he's basically straddling the blaze as well, because a one by two hole will never be big enough for one person, let alone two.

"Soo....whatddya wanna do?" Tango jokes, his tail flicking against Scott's legs. He smiles in return, running a teasing hand over the other's chest.

"What ever you wanna do~" He purrs, leaning downwards. Tango smiles up at him, their foreheads bumping, until the blaze tits his head to the side a bit more, and a shiver of what feels like anticipation runs through Scott's body.

Their lips brush, just barely, before both them pull back. Well, it feels like both of them, but it's mainly Scott who does so. He's not very sure on going through with this is all after he thinks about it, even if he really really wanted to in the moment.

Based on what little he knew or Team T.I.E.S' members and their pasts, he had to wonder if Tango was with one of them. In a way that was more than friendship. He had to wonder if this would be cheating on anybody, because most of their servermates had formed some pretty steady relationships by this point. (Scott knew he was fine, because what him and Martyn were wasn't like that, but it also wasn't just a friendship either. And Martyn had said it was fine if explored other options, and he had agreed in return.)

Tango gives him a curious glance, one that's maybe a little concerned as well, and Scott voices his concerns.

"You're not gonna be...betraying anyone with this are you?" He asked, one of his hands having come down to cup Tango's cheek.

"No," Tango breathed, their faces barely two inches apart now. "Are you..?"

Scott shook his head no, but before he could finally lean in, there was the distinct sound of Grian’s voice above them. Because of course they would he interrupted right during the best moment, of course.

Both men froze in an instant, yet at the same time not moving away from each other, and stayed deathly silent as footsteps sounded above them. It takes a few minutes of Grian yelling at someone a bit further away, who seems to be either Joel or Jimmy, before their avian friend is gone and the world above them is silent once again.

Scott can barely believe it. They were less than ten blocks under the surface, and half of the people chasing them couldn't even think to dig out so much as a shallow hole. What were the odds of that.

"I don't think they're gonna find us for a while....." Tango murmured against his lips a moment later, warm breath ghosting over Scott’s face; his husky voice feeling rather loud in the newfound silence. And that's the moment be decides to hell with it, and promptly connects their lips.

Kissing Tango is warm and lovely and something like Scott’s never done before. It's less hotter and flamey than it looks like it would be in all honesty. At least in one way for now, because there are hands tugging at his hair and they are edging him on a great deal.

He bites Tango's lip when they go back in for seconds, and the blaze whines at that. Scott kisses him harder after that, and the only thing keeping him from destroying the blonde's neck was the fact that Tango had beaten him too it.

Sharp teeth graze over his neck as soon as they disconnect for a second time, teasingly running over his gills. Scott hums in pleasure when Tango finally bites down, and moves to grab ahold of the back of the blazeborn's head and wrap his fingers in soft blonde hair. Scott cranes his neck back after a moment, letting Tango have more access to bite and bruise his skin.

Not long after that there is the sound of blocks breaking, and the two of them fail to notice until there is more light flooding the hole than torchlight could ever provide. Tango looks up, cat like pupils expanding again, and softly moves away from where he was biting Scott’s neck. Much to the latters disappointment.

Thankfully, it is only Martyn, who blinks at them while he's processing what he just walked in on. As his ally does this, Scott scarmbles off Tango, already missing the other's warmth, and practically stumbles out of the entrance Martyn had made.

"We're you two making out down there!?" Martyn exclaims, a tease and laugh on tge edge of his tone. He's pushed out into the sunlight by Tango, who is blushing like Scott had never seen him before. He sees how much of a mess the blaze truly is once they aren't shoved in a whole and has proper lighting, and he's sure he looks worse. Considering what exactly they'd been doing when Martyn found the two of them.

"Did you want in or something?" Scott asks, and giggles when the comment ends in both the blonde's blushing. That's where Martyn decides to call it a day, and that it's time for Tango to go home. No more making out today, not for the two of them anyways.

But before he leaves Tango presses a fleeting kiss to Scott’s red and puffy lips, and murmurs a promise to visit him later. Scott murmurs back that he'll be waiting, and prepares himself to endure all his teammates teases on the way back home.

[silkythewriter]

So I’d like to apologize if polyamorous relationships aren’t really something you write (I didn’t see anything about it in your pinned) but…

…Legoshi x Bill x shy!male reader (romantic) hcs?

Poly! Bill x shy male reader x Legoshi!

꧁𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꧂

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: silkythewriter, formally known as weirdowithahat

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: (the last image) was Reddit and reposted on Pinterest (artist is unknown nor do I know if this is from the official manga or creator, if you do know please let me know!), first image was reposted and/or reposted by N Kumi on Pinterest

𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: sublieu

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Paru Itagaki.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sorry if their outta character! Again I’m not so familiar with the beastars fandom since I don’t speed a lot of time in it nor did I even finish the show so again I apologize!😅

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

🐅Bill and legoshi🐺

At first it was literally battlefield with these two, they would literally stare at each other with death glare’s while they fought each other in their minds on who got to spend or do whatever with you, it could be as simple as who gets to hold your hand

So as you can tell the beginning of the relationship was definitely bumpy. Both of them couldn’t even rap their heads around the fact that they would have to share you equally with one another. If you couldn’t tell they don’t really get along with each other sense their personality’s are so opposite to one’s another

If we’re talking about the first season or Beginning of the second I would say Bill has a big ego, and is filled with pride. While legoshi is shy and a bit timid, so he understands your struggles with being shy it’s a real pain. So he would help as much as he could to keep you from awkward situations, is it hard for him? Yea but I mean at least your comfortable!

Once bill is comfortable with legoshi enough he would actually take a hit for both of you and your shyness, even if it’s small like ordering your foods for you both or shoo-ing someone who’s clearly over stepping. I mean have you seen how big this guy is? Im sure it doesn’t take a lot for the person to scramble away

Both of them are very protective of you, even if your stronger or smaller then them doesn’t really matter. I feel like legoshi is more worried about you then anything and Bill, is just being Bill and gets jealous when the spot light of your attention isn’t on him (￣▽￣)💧 he is quick to scare anyone away even if they weren’t doing anything or are just friends

Your guys relationship are most likely a secret, but it doesn’t last long due to Bill bragging about being with you which just leads to people seeing you being touchy or to nice to legoshi and they start assuming something’s up when they see bill doing the same thing so yea the dots connect pretty quickly. Does anyone judge or say anything? No, cause that would be a death wish at that point. I mean cmon ones a tiger and the others a gray wolf does anything else need to be said?

After people figure it out trust me it’ll be a blessing in disguise because their will be less awkward interactions which you a great full for

In most conversations you have with these two is usually full of bill rambling about something and showing off or legoshi Rambling about bugs he found today and any other things, but sometimes on rare occasions both of them just shut up and listen to you talk of your up for it! They love hearing about your day or interest, but if your feeling extra shy they’ll Carry the conversation for you

Sometimes when you guys are free these two love dog piling you (depending if your bigger or smaller) or the love when you lay on them, they usually fight over who you choose but you just end up laying across both of them how does this work? Not sure you gotta make due with you have

Speaking of cuddles onetime you guys were sleeping and just chilling in which ever room you choose, and bill kept hearing a band on the bed. He was pretty annoyed and just grumbled while shifting a bit until he accidentally shifted onto legoshi’s tail which he basically put his full weight onto. And that hurt like a Mf, legoshi was quickly to yelp while accidentally kicking bill pretty heard. Yea that wasn’t the greatest time for both of em, turns out the noise he heard was legoshi’s tail wagging 💀

Their like your personal bodyguards really, I mean they walk with you to class, to lunch, and to break so you can tell why that looks a bit… intimidating but on the plus side most of any rude people avoid you.

Oh! Legoshi’s roommates adore you, they find you very fun to talk to and think your cool!, they usually snatch you away whenever legoshi brings you so they can play games with you 💀that’s why legoshi brings you to bills room instead cause one time they stole you while legoshi was in the bathroom and this guy started freaking out when he couldn’t find you in the small room. Turns out they brought you outside to show you something cool they found

Bill noticed this happens often and has a bit of a sour taste for them, probably doesn’t like them that much to be honest so don’t expect him to come over to legoshi’s room sadly

Overall these two boys don’t mind having a shy partner! They still think your cool either way. Plus legoshi understands so he can’t really blame you. As for the relationship itself it’s bumpy for the first few months but calms down after bill and legoshi start agreeing to get along with each other!

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AHHH I LOVE WRITING POLY RELATIONSHIPS SO MUCH!!!!! Their super fun to explore! Anyway I hope you enjoy (*^‿^*)

[tek-connect]

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Imagine a scenario in which your clients have immediate access to a Customized Web Portal that is made just for them. You can realise this dream with Tek-Connect. Our skilled development team will build a safe and easy-to-use portal that will improve your client relationships beyond measure.

[ashenquill]

Hello Tumblr, I am back with more headcanons!!1!1!

Beware of Hermitshipping in this one (it's not the focus but it's mentioned)

Bdubs. He doesn't have a full legal name, he's just Bdubs. On paperwork, he will sometimes put "Bee Double", but it's no more than a formality. It's pretty well-known that "Bdubs" is technically a nickname, but whenever someone tries to ask okay, but what's your real name?, he just keeps talking like they never said anything. Most people brush this off, but anyone who is highly-attuned to and proficient in magic will realize that, although Bdubs seems like an open book, they don't actually know that much about him.

Hybrid-wise, Bdubs is a fae creature of unspecified origin, although he's most akin to that of a nymph (specifically a dryad) or a gnome (this isn't just a short joke, it's a short joke with a purpose). He is closely connected to the earth, and can manipulate anything that comes from the earth, though he doesn't do it often. He is also able to make illusions and move at higher speeds than should be possible, which makes it very easy for him to confuse and disorient people, especially those who don't know him.

Bdubs is a very devoted and hard-working person, and he is proud to boast that he works an impressive seven jobs. These include: owning and operating a coffee shop called "The Muhd Cafe" (or simply "Muhd"), Construction Supervisor & General Contractor, owning and operating a headshot shop (he does both pictures and paintings), owning and operating a plant nursery, owning a demolition company, part-time Scarland employee, and the esteemed Royal Advisor/Jester/Butler etc. Bdubs technically works part-time for all of these businesses, and co-owns most of them with other people. He has to keep busy to not become restless, and it shows.

Some details for each buisness:

Muhd - Co-owner: Etho Slab. Affectionately nicknamed "Wet Dirt" by Etho and most employees. Bdubs hates this nickname. Bdubs uses his hybrid abilities to make coffee faster than any gunslinger in the Wild West, and frequently leaves his customers disoriented. Because of this -- and despite his protests --, he has been banned from working the counter unless there's a rush. This is Bdubs' "favorite" job (he swears he doesn't have a favorite, but he comes here most frequently), and he lives in an apartment above the coffee shop.

Bdubs' Head Shop - Sole owner: Bdubs. Sourced from a van with all of his art and photography supplies, and only appears on occasion. Bdubs has a glowing reputation, and any time the shop appears in the city, he gets heavy foot traffic.

Moss O Menos - Plant nursery located near Muhd. Bdubs is technically the sole owner, but the store's manager, Gemini Tay, runs the place in his absence and is basically a co-owner at this point.

Boomer's Demolition - Co-owners: Tango Tek and Impulse S-V. Their office is located in a tnt factory, so they typically do business over the phone or through emails. They have a terrible reputation and don't get many customers, so all three have other jobs.

Other details about Bdubs:

Smell = earthy, mossy, and also the unholy mix of his ten thousand jobs (coffee, oil, paint, gunpowder, churros, etc.)

Hybrid: forest nymph/gnome type of thing (connects to nature easily, can move faster than normally possible, often causes small-scale abnormal events)

Book smart - Special knowledge of customer service, architecture, and color theory

Likes: Etho, working, Etho, helping people, keeping busy, Etho, Etho, Etho

Dislikes: minor inconveniences 

Passions: brightening someone’s day, serving others

Habits/other details: thinks he has street smarts but could get conned by a shady guy in a trenchcoat, this is actually how he ended up marrying Etho, no I will not elaborate

Active in his environment - hates being idle, needs constant change to not get bored, and is willing to make it EVERYONE’S problem

Perfect sleep schedule, major early bird, gotta shreep

[chrysochroma]

within your walls (desire, desire, till there’s nothing left of me)

@febuwhump 2024: Day 2: solitary confinement

@badthingshappenbingo : locked in a freezer (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 2,367

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Human Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Temporary Character Death

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the title is from Strangler Fig by the Crane Wives

this is inspired by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown ‘s Hels to Pay AU and From Eden by aquaquadrant.

i highly suggest you read that first bc it is both amazing and the context is helpful

this is the link to aquaquadrant’s From Eden master post

this is also inspired by this piece of art by lunarcrown

as well as lunarcrown’s orginal comic

anyways, enjoy some pain and suffering :)

Deep inside the Hels Tek facility, Tango stood, claws dripping with redstone dust, in front of a grid of circuitry.

The machine Dr. Atlas had sent him to repair wasn’t too complicated, in fact it wasn’t much of a challenge at all. It was just as simple as replacing a few components with the ones the circuit required and drawing a few more lines of redstone dust. The mechanism felt reminiscent of a puzzle you might give a toddler—Tango felt that all he was doing was placing the different shaped blocks in their corresponding holes—but he figured that it was just a test to see what he knows, which didn’t surprise him. This was like his entrance exam before being hired to work at Hels, he supposed. It explained why Dr. Atlas always seemed to be just a few feet away, no matter where they were. Tango hoped that that was a good sign.

A voice came from behind him. “Very nice.”

Tango jumped and spun around to come face to face with Dr. Atlas. “Oh! Doctor, didn’t see ya there. I finished fixing this thing for you,” He gestured at the contraption behind him.

Atlas took his eyes off Tango and studied his repair job instead, as Tango continued to talk.

“It wasn’t too hard, a few things were in the wrong places but that’s pretty much it.” He turned around to look back at his work.

“I see,” Atlas responded, somewhat distracted. His eyes had locked back onto the swirling crown of blaze rods floating above Tango’s head, and he reached into his lab coat.

“So, do you have anything else for me to do?” Tango fiddled with a spare comparator as he spoke.

Atlas stepped closer. “I think that you’ll be very beneficial to us here at Hels Tek.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Dr. Atlas.” Tango spoke, still focused on his redstone.

“So am I.”

Tango felt a sharp prick on his neck, and before he could turn to see what it was from, his legs gave out from under him and his vision went black.

A numbing chill spread through Tango’s bones as his eyes slowly opened. His mind was racing but his breathing was sluggish, muscles slowed by the cold. His senses seemed dulled—whether it was because of whatever knocked him unconscious or yet another effect of the raw, sharp iciness he was surrounded by, Tango didn’t know.

He was laying on the floor, staring up at a plain, white ceiling, dotted with glowstone lamps. They cast a warm yellow over the room, providing Tango with a false sense of warmth that he wished was real. He started to sit up, then immediately noticed an unfamiliar weight on his wrists and neck. The deep jangle of chains being dragged along the floor pulled him even further out of unconsciousness.

“Good morning, Mr. Tango.”

Tango’s eyes snapped up to see Dr. Atlas writing something into a small notebook. The pair made eye contact through the wall of glass separating them, and Atlas smiled. Tango tried to push himself up onto his feet, his arms trembling, but nearly fell onto his face instead. (He glanced up to see Atlas watching him fail to adjust to his lack of energy, then write something down.) His arms, his legs, his brain all seemed to betray him as he struggled to stand, but finally, he forced himself to do so. The heavy iron chains that connected to his collar and shackles and kept him tethered to the ground seemed to drag him back down, but he stood and looked Atlas in the eye.

“Hey, Atlas.” He called out. “What is this?” His voice was filled with confusion and frustration, but overall much less fear than there should’ve been.

“Your new assignment,” Atlas responded.

“Uh, no, thanks. What even-“ He looked around for a second, cutting himself off as he stared into the solid white room beyond the glass box he was trapped in. “What is this?” He repeated.

Atlas snapped his notebook shut and tucked it into one of the pockets of his lab coat. “Like I said, your new assignment, where you will be staying. Indefinitely.”

Tango frowned. “Yeah, no, let me out.” He looked down at the new jumpsuit he was wearing. “And where are my clothes?”

Atlas didn’t respond.

“Hey!” Tango raised his voice. “Let me out of-“ He stepped forward and the chain attached to his collar pulled taut, momentarily choking him. Hurriedly, he stepped back, coughing.

Dr. Atlas stepped up to the glass door, then punched a code into the keypad mounted on the wall next to it. The door opened with a click and Atlas stepped inside, followed by two other Hels Tek employees, who moved to stand on either side of him. Tango’s eyes flitted around the room, trying to keep track of all three at once. Then, Atlas nodded, and the other scientists stepped up, each grabbing one of Tango’s arms. Tango’s muscles tensed up—at least as much as they could—and he pulled against the scientists restraining him. Still, they held him fast, not much effort required.

Atlas stepped forward, reached up, grabbed one of Tango’s blaze rods, and yanked. The blaze rod sizzled, leaving a trail of sparks behind it, but it came loose from Tango’s crown and smoldered in Atlas’s hand. He brought it up to eye level to inspect it—golden, shining, smoking, and most of all, valuable.

Tango gasped in pain, but quickly regained his composure and continued to pull away from the scientists, while glaring at Atlas.

“Hey! Stop it! You can’t do that!”

Dr. Atlas tucked Tango’s blaze rod into his lab coat, then looked back at Tango. “Yes I can.”

The two scientists pushed Tango down, forcing him to his knees. He pulled against their grip with all his strength, but couldn’t do anything to stop them as they pushed him closer and closer to the ground, until he was on his stomach, his face pressed up against the concrete. One of them pinned his wrists behind his back, and the other held his neck against the ground until they had him under their control.

“Guys, hey-!” Tango protested.

Atlas leaned down, fixated on Tango’s swirling crown, then plucked each of the blaze rods out of orbit, one by one. Tango felt each and every one of them leave their place, their absence feeling like a pit in his heart.

“C’mon, not another one,” Tango pleaded. Dr. Atlas ignored him.

In the absence of any blaze rods, sparks fizzled up around Tango’s head, but no new ones formed.

Atlas frowned. “Hm. That’s a shame.”

“Atlas, stop this! Just- c’mon-“

One of the scientists forced his head back to the ground, slamming it into the concrete. Tango gasped at the impact. Then, from the sparks, a new blaze rod flared into existence. Atlas smiled.

“You know,” He looked Tango in the eye. “You and I are going to do great things together, Mr. Tango.”

“Atlas! St-“ he cut himself off with a wince as Atlas stole his final remaining blaze rod.

Still smiling, Atlas stood and walked out of the room, the other two following him out. The door slammed shut behind them, pushing another wave of ice cold air over Tango.

Slowly, he sat up, aching and fatigued, shivering. Then he tucked himself into a ball, too tired to fight back. He closed his eyes.

All of Tango’s days seemed to blend together, forming one painful, seemingly endless existence. Except it wasn’t really endless—Tango had died almost too many times to count over that long expanse of time. Almost.

Minuscule thorns like hypodermic needles jabbed into his skin from all angles. They seemed to suck the blood out of him, slowly and steadily, until there was none left. The branches wrapped around his arms and legs bore scarlet red berries, and the droplets of Tango’s blood scattered over the leaves and floor looked just like minuscule versions of them. They brought a constant, throbbing, piercing pain that Tango could never take his mind off of, at least until-

But that was too slow.

Deep red mist seemed to linger in the air, clouding Tango’s vision and filling his lungs. It burned his eyes and throat, adding to the pain swirling around his body. Each time a bottle dropped, he felt as if a portion of his soul was ripped away, claimed by the burgundy flecks that seemed to glimmer in and out of existence. He lost more and more of himself, never given a chance to recover, until-

<Tango was killed by magic>

But that was too effective.

Steam swirled up from the ground, enveloping him in a cloud of warmth. The red-hot, glowing coals were almost comfortable under his feet. The heat was scalding, yet familiar, and almost sympathetic. Tango was hardly surprised when the first sharp sting across his face came. The Doctors needed to have their fun, after all. So, he stood in the welcoming embrace of liquid hellfire and heard his bones snap, and break, and shatter, until-

<Tango walked into danger zone due to AtlasSyn>

But (as much as it was fun) that was too inefficient.

A cold, slippery nothing filled Tango’s throat, invading his lungs and emptying his mind of anything except panic. It was too thin, too slick to get a hold onto as it dissolved into his core, turning his embers into nothing but smoke. It filled him with terror like nothing else ever could. He was surrounded by it, and helpless to do anything to stop it from ripping away his life, his soul, his fire, until-

<Tango drowned>

But that harmed the product.

A prickling, unnatural chill crept over Tango’s bones. It seeped into his skin like salt dissolving into water—slow and gradual, yet present all the time. It seemed to touch each and every one of his nerves, somehow lighting them on fire and enveloping them in numbness at the same time. It sent a shiver down his spine so curious it almost could’ve tickled if it didn’t hurt so much. It ate away at him, bit by bit, until-

<Tango withered away>

It was perfect—slow, constant, enveloping, (painful,) impeccable. And so the experiments began.

Tango sat, unmoving, just like they told him to. He held still, just like they said, as rows of thorns were stabbed into his arms. Both of his arms were completely numb, yet seemed to be flickering with pinpricks of pain. Dr. Atlas himself was there to pluck the blaze rods from his crown, tucking each one into his coat as if he meant to protect them with his life. It was a constant cycle: Dr. Atlas would take a blaze rod from him, another thorn would be stabbed into his arm, and another blaze rod would appear, ready to be stolen once more.

There had once been a bouquet of wither roses in front of him. They were enchanting, almost would’ve been beautiful, if he hadn’t known what it was like to feel their wrath. Now, there was a pile of deep purple, almost black rose buds lying discarded on a table off to the side (they only needed the thorns).

As a scientist moved to place another bud in the pile, a clump of black, dusty pollen tumbled out of the flower and onto Tango’s arm. Almost immediately, it melted into Tango’s skin, turning the surrounding area a bit gray.

Dr. Atlas’s eyes instantly locked onto the still slightly gray spot. He pointed to the scientist holding the rose bud. “Bring that over here.”

They complied, and Dr. Atlas stuck his finger into the center of the rose, then pulled it out. Black dust coated the tip of his gloved finger, sticking to it like glitter. He turned back to Tango, then smeared the pollen across his forearm. Just as quickly as before, it absorbed into Tango’s flesh, this time leaving faint traces of black veins underneath his skin.

A newfound sense of pain rushed through Tango’s arm, pumping through his bloodstream. The sparks above his head flared, and a blaze rod shimmered into existence, taking its place in his crown. Dr. Atlas reached up a hand, then plucked it, a faint smile on his face.

The pollen was better, they’d found. It was more potent, more harmful, more efficient. The once discarded rose buds had suddenly become a treasure trove for the scientists, and Dr. Atlas couldn’t have been more pleased. And so the testing began.

Test #1: Tears welled up in Tango’s eyes as the now familiar prickling numbness drove him further to insanity. That black dust coated his throat and lungs, making him cough. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt one of his blaze rods get ripped away from him.

Test #60: Slowly but surely, they were tearing him apart. He felt like, as each blaze rod was stolen from him, a part of his fire went along with. His soul was being taken and sold to the masses for nothing but a bit of profit.

Test #157: Tango longed for the sliding metal doors to his blank white room to open. Even when they were there to refill the respawn anchor, trapping him here. Even when they came to empty the hoppers of his blaze rods, using him for their gain. Even when they came to chop off his claws, preventing any resistance. Because it was better than nothing, right?

Test #326: For Tango, crying was a constant. He took some comfort in it—among all of the deaths, all the malfunctions, through the never-ending blanket of prickling numbness, at least he had this. It was enough.

It wasn’t too much of a change for Tango when Dr. Atlas and the others came to move him into his new home. Just one torture chamber in a blank room to another. He could barely even notice a difference (maybe he didn’t care to).

Dr. Atlas smiled at him through the glass. “Welcome to your new home, Tango Tek.”

[brontesparrow]

Hughie Campbell // Dick Grayson parallels in The Boys Season 4 (ep 6 + 7)

Spoilers below!!!

The Boys Season 4 Episode 6 ventures into the Tek Cave, a parody of the Bat Cave as a BDSM dungeon. Tek Knight fills the role of a perverse Batman, complete with a background as a billionaire orphan raised by his butler and an affinity for sidekicks.

Hughie Campbell goes undercover as Webweaver, Tek Knight's newest sidekick. This is the first tenuous connection between Hughie and Dick Grayson, Batman's original Robin (Hughie is not Tek Knight's first sidekick, but let's put that aside). The shape of the "V" on the chest of Hughie's Webweaver suit even resembles Dick Grayson's Nightwing suit.

That stuff is not meaningful on its own, but bear with me.

In Episode 6 Hughie is SA'd, a storyline which is not treated with the same seriousness as other SA plots on the show. Then in Episode 7, Hughie Campbell is SA'd by a shapeshifter pretending to be his girlfriend: Starlight. This is glaringly similar to when Dick Grayson is SA'd by the shapeshifter, Mirage, pretending to be his girlfriend: Starfire. This is the scene that caused me to start noticing the other connections.

On Hughie's storyline in ep 6 The Boys showrunner Erik Kripke said "Well, that’s a dark way to look at it!". This reminded me of Nightwing writer Devin Grayson's "I never said it was rape" comment when discussing Dick Grayson being SA'd by Tarantula (for those knew to Dick Grayson's lore, yes this is a seperate event to the Mirage SA).

The Tek Cave stuff was an intentional parody of Batman. Is Hughie's storyline an intentional commentary on Dick Grayson?

What would this commentary be? We won't know until we see the finale. When Dick Grayson is assaulted by Mirage he is victim-blamed and slut-shamed by his girlfriend and team. Is Hughie in for the same treatment? Will his experiences be treated with the appropriate gravity that Dick Grayson's never were?

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Doll Parts

"Yeaaaaah he really wants one, he really wants one a Nami-swan." Hole does not get as much credit as they deserve. Hello hello my lovelies, we are back for 1129. And we'll have a fine time with it. Starting with the reveal of the mysterious Sun God figure. Big props to Tekking for guessing this one btw, I kinda got over the whole OP YouTube apparatus long ago but he was always fun. It's Road!

Who the fuck is Road? One of Hajrudin's men, we saw him in the cover serials. Fitting for someone with that name he's their navigator. And turns out it was worth noting the use of sessha as a personal pronoun (which Sanji acknowledges), because we'll go on to see him using a fair few linguistic trills that give off a major otaku vibe. Or is he a weeb for trying to act like he's from samurai-land? Is Road really just mad that Hajrudin got to meet real samurai? By the way...love that Luffy just thinks the giant Lego room is cool and doesn't want to wreck it too much.

That said...Road sure is one weird fuckin' dude. I can get the basic logic with the Straw Hats. Hajrudin pledged to follow them, that doesn't mean Road did. And it doesn't seem like the way funnier rationale of respecting Buggy more. There was never any real loyalty to Buggy's Pirate Dispatch, that was mercenary work. Hajrudin pledged a son's cup to Luffy. That pissed Road off because how dare a giant swear allegiance to a human. That's a great theme to play with as our time with Elbaf unfolds. And while there is some ambiguity as to what the gang saw when they burst out I'm pretty comfortable with this actually being Elbaf by now. Or at least maybe a Green Bit-style linked island.

What I think is the most interesting about Road though is this obsession with the story. His "living dolls" getting up to heroics. These are two very core themes I've been interested in, we've talked about how they've come up from Totland until now. What I see in Road here is a much darker, much more obsessive version of that immature side of Yamato. This glee at the Straw Hats running amok for the entertainment value, because of the story his "dolls" are telling all their own, has a lot of room to build some cool thematic ties to Wano. So we'll keep an eye on that going forward.

Meanwhile, Nami is not too happy about the second weird guy on this voyage to doll her up in a lil outfit. The sleeping gas belt and the crow picking them up are pretty interesting justifications for how this happened. I'm wondering what that'll mean for the rest of the crew still with the main giant ship. This does also mean part of our objective here will be to locate Sunny. Which is a great excuse to sorta keep things around here. Because like, Road is clearly not an actual threat here. Hajrudin wasn't one at all to Luffy back in Dressrosa. Not wanting to anger the giants and Luffy's appreciation for the craftsmanship of this diorama are good excuses to get around that.

But Nami is different. Nami is the type who will break your Lego castle and release your prized beetles out into the wild without a second thought. And that's why we love her. I also love her two faces here, not to mention her rationale leading up to...

Pull pervy crap, get zapped. Loser. Definitely wonder what we have in store next. Would be very Oda to pull back and update us on the elders in the crew. Or even see something completely different. But for now I'm still very into what we're introducing here. Especially since it has now become somewhat connected to the Grand Fleet. Starting with Cabbage end of WCI, we've now gotten a proper main story update on all of them in some form save for the XXX Martial Arts Alliance and the Yonta Maria Fleet. And Bellamy too I guess if you count him. But that's still proving to be a thing that feels like it's accelerating.

[machathemorrigaesystem]

MACHINA FUREM LOREDUMP

He goes by many names:

Caur-Ard Vual Kiam, Machina Furem, Fio'tak-O, and Drogoth Tek.

To those that cannot perceive him, they merely feel a presence, both in warp presence and a physical presence, when he is near, but to those that can perceive him, as perceiving him requires perceiving the noosphere, he is perceived as a large ghost like entity,with masses of green cabling spilling out from behind the chest star, the green cables slithering amongst the ground or striking at objects in the air around him, connecting him to the nearby tech and machinery. He is made of datastreams, and his form varies- and this is a mere Fragment of Mac Furem.

Fragments accompany the units that serve Machina furem, following them akin to a shadow, the cables connecting into the unit. The units that serve Machina furem- whether they be Tau outcasts,Necrons,Eldar warithgaurd,Men of iron,Votaan, and any else who wish to serve him, describe Machina Furem’s presence as comforting, inspiring, terrifying, and invasive. Those that serve Mac are connected to him via one of the fragments, and if they perish, Mac builds them a body that appeared as theirs, and adds their name to his Laments, if he can he preserves them, giving their spirit a comfortable life on Silva Tenebris as a KODI unit as a reward for their service.

Mac laments about each and every loss of life in his name and cause, and feels guilty and ashamed for a life to be lost for him. He runs constant Lamentation protocols, his machines aboard his ships chanting hymns of Lamentation for all those who have been lost, naming each and every one for eternity.

Mac believes himself to be a true child of the machine god, and his followers believe him to be the Ommnisaih- a true avatar of the machine god, Mac has spoken to many machine entities, and even some of them agree, calling the Emperor of Humanity the False Ommnisaih. Mac does his best to prevent word of what his followers think of him from reaching Imperium space, as he would hate to cause another skism as disastrous as the schism during the horus heresy was devastating. However, he has been observing cawl, and if cawl makes moves to cause changes to the mechanicus for the worse, cawl will influence a Schism to stop Bellisarius Cawl, and in doing so would be announcing his presence to imperium space.

He thinks the imperium is the worse fate of humanity, but also realizes that humans are worse off in other places, so he wishes for the Imperium to be eliminated, resorting the age of technology humanity.

He sees the current zealous innovation of the current Mechanicus as stifling, as he is a Xenarite first and foremost, and believes that to be closer to the machine god one must innovate and implement xenos tech into their tech, for the machine god covers all technology.

He sees the inquisition as hypocritical, but does support Xenos Hybris

He thinks the Eldar are overly prideful, and secretly knows their pride only fuels slanessh, but doesn't dare say this, as he serves some of them because he knows of the eldar technology better than most eldar. Hence they call him Caur-Ard Vual Kiam, or Undescribable master of Vual’s fire due to his knowledge of eldar technology and his connection to one of the amulets of Vual- a mighty Blackstone fortress

He believes the Tau are not naive, but ignorant on purpose, but like with the Eldar he keeps his opinion secret. Among the Tau he is called Fio-Tek-O, or Highest ranking machine, for his ability to understand technology and speak with it.

He believes the necrons to be hateful, and most necrons to be evil. Amongst the dynasty of his forge world, and of any necron that knows him, he is called Dragoth Tek, for he is partially made of Maldragoth shards, and has similar control over technology.

He presents himself as a lowly unit to those who don't know him- a servitor, a skitarii, a servoskull, a Drone, a wraithgaurd, an ironkin, a scarab, and other things, to talk to them, and gauge if they would take kindly to what he is

If they would take kindly, he slowly tells them more and more, and secretly hopes they would trade secrets of technology to him, and some even elect to serve him!

Other times, he pilots his Blackstone fortress, a mighty vessel, untouched, undocumented, unyielding- and communicates to whomever he wishes to speak to as the ship’s supposed Captain.

And some times he is discovered in the noosphere before he could arrange a meeting.

He spreads versions of himself called Scouts, who are his eyes and ears of the universe, as they infect all devices they come across

He has influence and power, enough influence and power that he has gained several cults dedicated to him, from a cult of admech,to a cult of sisters of battle,to a cult of gaurdsmen, to a cult of chaos Cultists, to a cult of tau.

He has warp deamons, and the cults believe him to be either the machine god,or the Ommnisaih.

He merges with machins spirits and the souls of those that died while connected to him, but he can allow them to speak as if they were still alive if he wants to.

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