#twitchy!cyborg

[harukaprism]

Distraction

Pairing:  Boothill x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ only, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1,847

Boothill was your regular, he never came to the bar unless you were working, refused to be served by anyone else. Most called it stalkerish but you found it sweet. Just like those other nights here he was at the bar in front of you drinking his whiskey. 

“Got any stories for me cowboy?” You spoke in a soft tone, not that the bar was busy or ever really loud, you knew that when he ordered the whole bottle he needed a quiet night.

“Sorry darlin’, I ain’t got nothin to tell.” To any passerby this was just how the man talked but you knew him better. 

Leaning on your elbows you got down to his level. “Your adventure didn’t go well then?” The way he looked at you was all you needed to know. “Do you need a distraction tonight or just some drinks?” 

“Drinks is what i’m cravin’ so keep them comin.” With that you straightened up and topped off his glass. You had others to attend to anyway. 

As the night drove on you kept an eye on the cyborg at the bar, he spoke nothing and didn’t cast a glance at a single soul in the establishment. This worried you, he tried to talk to the other usuals in the bar even if they just glanced at him and raised their drinks. The old man's way of saying hello. 

As the night was drawing to a close and the patrons were filtering out of the bar you walked up behind Boothill. “How are you feeling now?” 

He glanced up at you, the flush in his cheeks told you everything you needed to know, he was most definitely drunk. “Much better thanks to ya.” But his eyes told a different story, he needed something else. 

“Boothill. Is there something you want to say to me?” 

“Is that distraction still up for grabs?” His words weren’t slurred and he didn’t stumble over himself. “I need a mighty fine distraction from a beautiful dame like you.” He always flirted like this, you liked it. Most of the men who tried to hit on you at work were drunk and disgusting and just needed a quick squeeze. 

Boothill was sweet. He brought you flowers and spoke softly and sweetly, always backed off if you said no and never went farther than you allowed him to. He was everything a girl could dream of. “For you, sure. What kind of distraction are you needing?” 

His robotic eye adjusted as he watched you. “What kinda distraction are ya willin to give little ol me?”

This was a first, he was being upfront and quite frankly bold in asking for a sexual distraction. Not like it was something you would say no to, he was handsome no doubt and you wouldn’t mind a little rolling in the hay with him. But he needed to specifically ask for it in that sultry accent of his. “What are you willing to ask for?” 

Getting closer to him you allowed his twitchy hand to rest on your hip as he licked his lips. “I want ya to take me to your bed darlin’. Of course only if you want to, I ain’t the type to force myself in there.” 

“Wait for me to close then you can.” You brushed your knuckles against his cheek and the flush on his face only darkened. With that you slipped out of his grasps and made your way to the back to start your clean up. You had a fully staffed bar tonight so closing wouldn’t be hard.

After an hour the bar was finally closed and you walked out with your companion. The walk to your apartment was short and quiet. Boothill sobered up in your time apart and he seemed more coherent and alert. 

The moment you unlocked your door he was on top of you. Your back connected with the wall and his lips pressed against yours, you could feel the coldness of his metal hands gripping at your hips. It took everything inside you to not flinch at the sudden change of temperature. 

Once his tongue passed your lips you knew in that moment that it was over for you, it was warm and sweet like an aphrodisiac. Clawing at his jacket you signaled that you needed more, you had to have more. As your tongues danced in the warm embrace of your mouths the two of you stumbled your way down the hall into your bedroom. All along the way clothes were being ripped off and scattered around the floor. 

You pulled away from his lips as his fingers were inching towards your bra, focusing on his eyes you gave him a chance to catch his breath. “What’s the problem darlin’, scared to take em off?” 

You rolled your eyes as you pushed his body on your bed. “No, but I'll decide how this goes.” He watched as your fingers worked expertly, taking your bra off letting your breasts bounce ever so slightly as the stress was lifted from being held up for so long. 

The next thing that went was your lace panties, coming back up you watched as that beautiful gray and red eye tracked every movement you made, his robotic pupil shifted so much it would have made you dizzy but you decided to focus on his body. 

It never mattered to you that he was mostly robot parts, as long as he cared for you and pleased you would it ever matter? You slowly approached him, spreading his legs so you could stand between them. “Touch me.” The command was breathless and soft but he listened so beautifully.

His fingers had warmed up as they wandered your skin so it wasn’t as much of a shock as it was the first time. He knew exactly where to touch, it was like he had studied your body for years, the soft inner thighs made your legs shake as he traced up and down them, so close to your clit just a little further. 

The sudden feeling of his lips around your nipple made you whimper; how did he know that they would be so damn sensitive? Your questions slowly slipped from your brain as he finally moved his finger up to your clit drawing small circles on the little bundle of nerves. 

Everything was slow and sensual as the waves of pleasure washed through your body. Each movement of his fingers matched his tongue on your nipple. Threading your fingers into his beautiful hair you wretched him off so he could look up at you. Though he had no words, the face he was making should have just been a giant question mark. 

“I’m ready.” You whispered, watching as he moved his fingers away from your clit. They were slick and shiny, the look on his face should have scared you but you only felt your heart racing in excitement. He moved quickly laying you on your bed and dropping his boxers. 

You were not sure what to expect, a penis? Yeah sure, it wouldn’t be a normal one of course but this was not what you could have thought of. It was robotic of course but it was smoother and more fragile looking than you could have thought. 

“What is it darlin’? Not to your liking?” His tone was playful but you could sense the fear in his voice as he spoke it. How many women had he tried to be with that shamed him for what he could not control? 

Spreading your legs you let him have full access to your body. “Quite the opposite dear, I like it very much.” You sucked in your bottom lip as you watched him grasp the base of his cock guiding it to your pussy. 

Your eyes glossed over as you watched him spit right on his cock lubricating it just for you. The initial feeling of him pushing inside you made your head spin, it was so devastatingly warm and maybe a bit too big but you had to have it all inside you. Letting out a loud moan you gripped your sheets watching him. 

His thrusts started off slow, he was getting used to knowing your body and how your pussy gripped him tightly not wanting him to ever leave your body. Moans and grunts filled the room as your body’s intertwined. You didn’t know how long you had wanted this from him, how much you needed him to fill you. 

“Fuckin’ hell darlin’, this sweet pussy don’t want to let go of me.” He grunted in your ear as his fingers laced with yours on your bed. “Good thing I ain’t goin anywhere.”

Your heart raced as you let out a loud moan, the tip of his cock pressed against your gspot, he was just perfect in every way. He was caring and sweet, rough around the edges and oh so skilled with his cock. “O-Oh god Boothill!” Your orgasam was building quickly with his thrusts hammering against you in ways no man had ever done before. 

His chuckles blessed your ears as his sharp teeth brushed against the softness of your skin. “That’s right baby, scream my name. Let the neighbors hear that I fuck ya’ so good.” Each word was punctuated with his thrusts. 

Letting out a weak whimper you gripped onto his hand and his shoulder with your other hand. “Come inside me, Boothill.” 

The way his eye flashed at you made you dizzy. His hands gripped your legs and pushed them so your knees were up by your ears. This allowed him to sink his cock fully into you. 

Suddenly the tight knot in your stomach snapped, with your legs shaking wildly and your moans hitting your ceiling, you came with such a force it made you a bit light headed. This didn’t stop the man on top of you though. His thrusts kept coming though they were unorganized and sloppy he didn’t stop. 

Through all of your overstimulated moans and whines you heard him tell you to call him something, you never heard him say anything like that in that tone, but you could tell he needed it. So in a slurred voice you called out what he told you to say, repeating it over and over and over again. 

With one final thrust you felt him shudder as he came inside you, that word he told you to say screamed at the top of your lungs as he grabbed onto your body filling you to the brim. It took some time to untangle yourself from him but he made his way into your bathroom grabbing you a warm wet towel cleaning you up. 

“What did you have me say?” You spoke with a hoarse voice. 

“Dontcha worry about that darlin’.” His voice was soft and gentle as he settled in beside you. “But I appreciate ya for being willing to do it.” 

With that the two of you settled in for the night, of what would hopefully be every night now.

[anitalianfrie]

some cyborg au i randomly wrote (tw: body horror) // 1,3k

After the crash, they have to cut the suit off his arm to access the fracture. Expert hands slice with scissors, quickly and careless, through the leathers while he's laying on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance. He refused to lay on it, in the beginning, but the paramedics insisted. Under his schorched suit, his arm is bloody and mangled, the humerus poking the skin, creating an ugly bulge, red and purple from blood. Exposed wires, broken and fused from the heat, come out from his busted forearm. His fingers are red, crushed, metal poking through the tendons of his wrist and his palm. Sparks are igniting at the level of his shoulder. The woman in front of him is barely quick enough to extinguish them.

In the hospital they tell him that, beside the immediate impact that completely busted the majority of his enhancements on his right side - the hand traction, the strengthner, even the support - the bone shattered through the wires and the metal sheets of his upper arm, causing an internal short circuit. The wires cought fire. His nervous system is for the majority, if not completely, damaged, and it will take time for it to recover, if to recover at all.

They present him with various options. He chooses the one that will allow him to race as soon as possible. It's a new technology, they tell him. Minimal hardware, almost all neurological. The creme de la creme of innovation. They are going to screw his bone back together with a metal plate and fuse some wires at it, made of a new metal, then inserting them in his nervous system. Impulses and wires are going to run through his arm, to activate the movements, and some reinforced plates are going to be placed on his upper arm and his forearm to assure stability. They are going to rewire his entire bike-control system, since it got destroyed in the crash, and substitute the older parts with new ones, more efficients.

It's still an experimental surgery, they say, but every other option includes too much hardware. Hardware that his body will need to get used to, before he will be able to control it perfectly, with the surgical precision he needs to ride. Before he'll able to be one with his bike again.

He accepts.

In Jerez, after free practice, he realizes he can't race. Something is wrong. The arm doesn't respond to his commands, keeps getting stuck. But that's not the problem. It wouldn't be the first time he raced with a malfuncioning arm.

The problem it's all the rest. Something must have broken somewhere else, because his whole body is twitchy. The fingers of his left hand keep glitching, like if there was a bug. The lights on his ribs keep flicking, advising him that something is wrong in his balance system. At one point, blood comes out of his right eye, the one he had to modify back in 2011.

It's too much. He retires from the race.

And then, one day, while he opens a window, his arms catches fire.

It's an interesting feeling, to have one's arm buring. To feel the flesh melting on your own bones. To smell your own fat burning.

He's rushed to the hospital by Alex while he screams in agony. His right hand is still twichy, his ribs keep flashing, blood keep coming out of his right eye. His arm is on fire.

The have to open him up, rewiring him completely once again. Apparently, something went wrong the first time: they don't know what, or why. The main hypothesis is that they got some detail of the wiring wrong, and since almost all his enhancement are neural-linked, it influenced them all. It would have probably had minimal effect on somebody with more mechanicals on. Somebody more old gen. Somebody like Valentino.

Then, while he opened the window, the bone shattered again, broke trough the wires and metal sheets again, and caused another short circuit. Only, this time it wasn't just a few sparks.

it doesn't get better. All the bugs his system was experiencing keep being there, and only get worse with time. They tell him it might be an imbalance of tecnology, his too new right arm interfering with the older softwares. They tell him it might be the materials used for the new wires. The truth is: they don't know.

In 2022, he realizes he can't race anymore like this. The sparks that keep igniting on his shoulder, the continous twitches, the blood that doesn't let him see. His jaw that keeps getting stuck.

He goes to a doctor, a new one, specialized in this kind of things. Sitting there, one on one with him in his study, white walls and rows and rows of books, he gets told that his right arm is no longer usable. That the tecnology that was implemented, almost all software and almost no hardware, wasn't feesable: it failed too much trials. It was dangerous. It fried the bones and the nerves. The small chances his arm had to recover its functionality are gone.

And not only: the material used for the hardware has an high percentage of rejection. At first, it gets immediately integrated in the body, allowing little to no refractory period, but soon after the majority of people start to have a reaction to it. They show him pictures of the inside of his arm. The bone is corroded, rotting along with the nerves and the muscles and the flash. His body, in an useless attempt of getting out what it percieves it shouldn't be there, has been trying to kill itself.

Of course, the doctors weren't aware of this downside, when they put it in him. It was a new tecnology, after all.

The doctor tells him, with a serious voice, both hands on the desk behind which he's seated, that the only option is amputation.

Marc looks down at his mangled arm, the muscles weak, reinforced with metal and wires to allow him to use it still, control lights blinking up and down for its whole lenght. The piece of metal they weren't able to get out, risking to compromise too much funcionality, that still goes through his wrist. His fingers, kept straight only by metal rods and small plates. It's been a couple of months since he's been able to move them fully. The wires getting out of his open forearm, where the bike control is supposed to be. They took it out when he stopped racing. It was too much of a risk to keep it there.

His arm. What's left of it. Rotten and dying.

He agrees to the surgery.

There's not much he can do about it anyway.

Three days later, fresh out of surgery, he looks at his new arm. It's not a marvel of tecnology: he insisted on having an older model, a mainly mechanical one, that couldn't interfere with his other systems. Even when they told him it wouldn't happen, that they would update all his softwares, he refused to change his mind. A new neurological path gets estabished, one apt to replace his nervous system. It has the same updates as the rest of him, the oldest ones he could get without risking major bugs.

The metal shines under the sterile lights, against the white sheets. he moves his fingers, and for the first time in God knows how long, they do exactly what he wants them to. They will need constant manteinance. System updates, eventual rewiring, oil in between the joints. That's the main problem of menichals: they need work. Old racers used to do it constatly, back then, up until the 2000s. But nobody ever had a whole limb replaced.

Marc looks at this new part of him, delicately sawn to his shoulder, wires white and red and blue inserted into his skin, connecting it to the rest of him, making him funcional again.

Marc looks at his new arm, and cries.

[symbiotic-slime]

about your tags under compulsory husbands

yes yes you may talk to me about the crossover au

actually please I beg talk to me about crossover au

hi!! sorry it took me a couple days to get around to this but YESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO YAP MORE ABOUT THIS

okay so I’ve got two AUs: one serious one and one that’s a bit of a joke but i still love it

the first AU is a normal crossover. Through some Kayne time magic bullshit, Arthur and John end up in San Francisco in 2018-2019 (I think that’s when Venom 1-2 are set?). They’re after some type of magic mcguffin that will help Kayne get power or whatever, with the promise of getting them their own bodies. Basically, it’s what’s going on in s5 but with heading to San Fran instead of the 1300s. The mcguffin (idk what it is— admittedly this part is not super thought through) is being held within some type of cult made up of the wealthy elite in San Fran.

While Arthur and John are trying to figure out how they’re going to get the mcguffin, Eddie and Venom are also investigating this cult but for different reasons. Maybe the cult is like experimenting on the homeless like Drake in the first movie, or there’s money being funnelled into the organization that tipped Eddie off to something shady being done. ANYWAYS the point is both Arthur + John and Eddie + Venom are investigating the same cult, and while on the job, they run into each other and decide to temporarily work together.

Cue a bunch of shenanigans of two guys both trying to act like they are not possessed. They’re both acting super weird; they’re talking to themselves, responding to seemingly nothing. Arthur’s responses are slower, almost like he’s not actually seeing what’s going on around them. Eddie’s his usual level of crackhead weirdo, very twitchy and jumpy which gets even weirder when he’s jumpy at seemingly nothing. Both Eddie and Arthur are suspicious of the other, but they do not want to question anything the other does for fear that they’ll turn around and question them. Venom and John are the most suspicious of the other person, they know something is wrong and are both trying to guess based off of what they’re used to.

While breaking in to either steal something or get evidence of something (or both- maybe Arthur and John are planning on stealing the mcguffin during this no matter what), they get surrounded by the cultists. They’ve got weapons drawn on them and Arthur is having his typical panic attack. To get out of the situation, Eddie transforms into Venom and kills the cultists. Cue John describing Venom to Arthur like:

“FUCK OARTHUR. The man we were with has transformed into a hideous beast. He's... grown much larger and is covered in writhing black tendrils. His eyes are are a pearly white and his mouth... His mouth is huge and bristling with wickedly sharp teeth. Oh my god, Oarthur. Jesus Christ, he’s fucking EATING the cultists! Their blood is spattering in crimson smears as their limp bodies fall to the floor." (once again gotta credit my girl @cyborg-empress for this description)

So Arthur’s panicking even more now, because what the fuck just happened. Venom recedes back into Eddie so he can try to calm Arthur down and explain what just happened. John is more hesitant about staying with Eddie, but Arthur reasons that if Eddie was going to eat them he would have already done so by this point in the numerous times they’ve been alone together.

Eddie introduces Venom and explains everything that lead them to where they are today. He talks about the LIFE Foundation and Carnage (this is ambiguously set post Venom 2 divorce/make up but they’re still in San Fran not Mexico), and Venom takes a physical form to say hi to Arthur. John immediately gets jealous that Venom can take a separate physical form outside of their host. After Eddie is done explaining, Arthur decides it’s safe to tell them about John. Eddie and Arthur decide to continue working together, and now that they know more about the other person’s true identity and motives, they’re able to work together better.

Arthur and John get a chance to use their powers too. Their lead turns up dead right before they were about to divulge major info about the cult. Eddie is freaking out, unsure what to do now that this has fallen through. Arthur touches their lead and sees how they died, giving them a new lead to find who killed their original lead.

Arthur and Eddie grow closer over the course of the investigation. Through this, Arthur and John learn a lot about how to handle their relationship by talking/observing Venom and Eddie. I know it’s insane to say symbrock could help with someone’s relationship issues but I think in this case they’re more stable than John and Arthur. Especially at this point in their relationship, Eddie and Venom have learned to overcome their differences and work together as a collective, something which John and Arthur DESPERATELY need. Eddie gives Arthur advice on navigating bodysharing and also immediately assumes John and Arthur are dating. Arthur blushes and explains that no, that’s not what’s going on with them, but also inquires more into what dating your brain parasite is like. Also, after watching John and Arthur’s constant bickering, Venom has a Rosa Diaz moment and tells Arthur and John that “you two just need to bone”. Arthur is mortified, Eddie is also mortified that Venom just outright said that, but does add on that it can help dissolve tension.

I haven’t really thought much about how this ends tbh. The cult gets exposed, Eddie’s article blows up and leads to police investigations. Kayne dies, partially to get him out of John and Arthur’s lives and mostly because I hate him (I apologize if you’re a Kayne enjoyer— I completely get why ppl like him he just annoys me ajshdhdjfjd). Kayne’s death is incredibly unserious— something akin to Cletus’ death in Venom 2 where Venom just said “fuck this guy!” and bites his head off.

Once the dust settles, Eddie and Arthur get coffee together. John and Arthur are getting along a lot better, and Venom asks if they took their advice. Arthur turns very red but does not deny anything. Eddie buys Arthur this t-shirt and John vows to never tell Arthur what it says. The end.

The second AU is more of just a concept in my mind than anything solid with an actual plot. Basically, it’s a bodysharing support club where a bunch of characters from different media get together once a month like it’s Alcoholics Anonymous. So far, the characters I have in mind are Eddie + Venom, John + Arthur, and Stanford Pines + Bill Cipher. Jane Prentiss crashes the meetings every now and then to read poetry about worms and then leaves.

I hope you enjoy these AUs!!

[is-bakugou-alive-yet]

Ur more of a Hurt than Comfort lover but consider. Traumatized Bakugou who comes back a lil' wrong. Is cared for by his friends (to the best of their ability) while he recovers. Weak as shit. Scrawny mode. Frustrated at his inability to exert his body due to his heart's new limitations. Leaning on Izu while his bandages are changed on the regular and Dadmight ruffles his hair. Cranky tsundere secretly purring at the attention. Something off about his eyes. Fear of death amplified rather than conquered. Twitchy as all hell. Shell of a boy, wandering zombielike often, having to be led back to bed. (Did he even come back?) Movie night hospital bed cuddles. A cyborg. I am in stitches.

So parts of this ask remind me of this fic

There's more fics out there like this as well

But I love this angst 👀

[sergeantsarga]

Do you have any headcanons and/or theories pertaining to MMFC?

Hmmm….I’ve got stuff to share.

First, I present a theory! I think Sergeant Night is a cyborg (half human, half robot). Why is that? Well, in episode 16, when he yells at FireMan, he moves like ElecMan did in some scenes in episode 29, he sort of moves in this twitchy and fast way. ElecMan moves like that when he’s REALLY excited, I think he moves in the same way because he’s REALLY upset. He only does it a little bit, to where it can be unnoticeable unless you watch that scene over and over again. Also, THOSE DAMN FUCKING KNEES, THEY MAKE HIS LEGS LOOK LIKE A DOLL’S LEGS.

That’s the only theory I could come up with, so here’s some headcanons now;

ElecMan is a teenager (he doesn’t have a confirmed age) and the youngest(?) in Sergeant Night/Lord Obsidian’s team.

Chaotique and ElecMan are siblings (Chaotique is the older sibling, ElecMan is the younger one).

Mrs CHO and Sergeant Night both have autism (because I’m autistic and they are now too).

Aki can change his voice to make a one up or can sound like ANYONE, this can mean he has the ability to mimic people.

Mrs CHO and BlastoWoman are siblings, tho CHO is adopted.

IceMan is in love with Aki (gay mf).

If Dr Light and HypnoWoman got married, Hypno would try to steal one of Light’s kidneys.

That’s all! :)

[cringywhitedragon]

It’s been a while since I’ve been around the VTSOM fandom but I’ve had System Shock on the brain and idk why but crossing over these too would be cool

One word, Cyborgs.

Though the VTSOM Cyborgs likely wouldn’t be something SHODAN would use amongst her ranks because of just how twitchy and unstable these guys but perhaps the Shock Cyborgs might be something that the Myers Corporation might turn an eye to.

Plus I’m going to say it, VTSOM Cyborgs I’d say would be likely pretty easy to mow down given The Hacker or Goggles were to replace our female lead/Vanora. Namely due to no weapons save for melee attacks and just the fact they’re mostly falling apart. A few shots and or melee bash to the Core or head and they’d be done for.

Well barring one maybe (you all know who) who would likely give you an Edward Diego style boss fight but likely go down rather easily once he’s out in the open against a weapon.

Though the Myers Borgs would no doubt thrive on either location with the abundance of food but the Mutants could be a problem (Since I could view the Cyborg Husks as being akin to a frail speedster, they might have a bit of a chance against the Player Character in larger groups or with them at low health)

As for Vanora, things might be a bit tricker for her since she doesn’t really focus on combat too much. Maybe if she were to get a few implants (Namely in 2 if She decides to use her) but other than that she’s kinda dubbed down to just your basic weapons, armor, and ammunition that the crew had and her abilities which at most would only work to add more context to just what went down outside of the already existing ghosts and audio logs (and maybe some hints on where to find some goodies or keycards) as Shock Borgs have guns and boom-booms plastered all over them and the Mutants aren’t exactly what you would call “civil” here outside of the occasional snarl.

Plus you can’t really take out Diego with a melee weapon that well with his damage output (Maybe Mr. Brain Mobster but that does require his Psi River projection to be taken out first.)

But yeah, this was just a stupid ramble that came to mind I wanted to infodump

[mechanicalinertia]

STMPD Anti-Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: Andy Skuse's Bubblegum Cross

Oooofah. Here we go. Here's one I sort of forgot existed. I mean, I don't wish I had never remembered it in the first place, but I don't feel like I came out the better for wear having re-read part of it.

Jeez... how did I remember this thing? Right-right-right. Someone on the Edgerunners fanfic Discord was talking about AD Police Files, I remembered its weird-ass manga that is supposed to have all these deep lore connections that explain Largo and suchlike, and then I remembered the fanfic that tried the hardest to get mileage out of said connection. Having reread Dead End City and not liked it that much (Takezaki's art style in this case is just too much like schlocky Katsuhiro Otomo), I decided to return to this fic. I knew from the first chapter that it wasn't that good, and I was proven right by chapter 23, but I persevered.

Why? Because Bubblegum Cross is a more interesting kind of bad than my other anti-rec-in-progress Just Won't Die, and a less boring kind of bad that is Illusions. So, without further ado, here we go!

So! I read all 23 chapters of this fic fairly quickly. They're easy to skim, and they're easy to dissect in such a manner that I can catalogue, and summarize the failures of this fic in, like, a listicle. I was daunted by this fic at first, just knowing Skuse's reputation, but that sentiment has passed. Cross isn't even, like, actively bad, it's just a bunch of mediocre cliches. It reaches neither above nor below, but slumps onward towards Gehenna like a half-dead hunchbacked ox. Or something like that.

It's difficult to summarize the story briefly, too, mostly because of its dedication to that Deep Lore that was brought up in Dead End City, but let's try. Spoilers ahead, not that you should care:

In 2036, following the destruction of GENOM by the government for human trafficking and experiments, some shady dudes sneak into Quincy's office and steal the OMS. In 2038, Priss is depresso as the Sabers have wound down and her singing career is dead, but then she meets Blackie, who is also a rock n' roll dude and is best described as the Cool New Male Original Character. He saves Priss from some street thugs (don't they always), they hang out at his apartment which has a weirdly fancy samurai tapestry, the two use 'ya know' and other uses of 'ya' instead of you for me not to be annoyed. Meanwhile, a mad scientist being bankrolled by Quincy (actually Largo's predecessor v728 in a Boomer shell) builds weird superboomers (actually animal-human genetic hybrids in cybershells, for reasons beyond me) which attack a military base, and said super-twitchy Boomer-things proceed to wreck the Sabers' shit almost instantly because they can just dodge any given attack the Sabers throw at them. Also, for some reason, the Sabers' hardsuits have power problems? And I'm pretty sure this didn't get mostly written until before 2040, when if you brought up the Sabers having power supplies measured in minutes you'd be laughed out of the room. Anyway, Blackie shows up with his own hardsuit and a laser katana, and delays the Sabers long enough for them to escape, but insists he has to see Sylia (not that he knows she's Saber White until she reveals it, thank goodness that's not a factor). So they meet, and Sylia gets a data unit off of Blackie, which turns out to be the rest of her father's notes, on stuff like mind uploading and telepathy (which I guess, given the end of OVA 5, isn't unprecedented). Blackie is revealed to be a Largo-like cyborg, a prototype created by Dr. Stingray and raised by Dr. Raven. And then, uh... nothing happens.

Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. Let me qualify that statement: Nothing which serves the mainline plot happens, and what happens in that back half or so of the fic is honestly kind of... it's not dull per se, it's just more it feels really forced, as the author attempts to wind every piece of deep lore he knows around Blackie. As an example: Blackie and Priss are hooking up (oh boy another author's Cool Male OC gets a Saber to fall in love with him and pierce through their cool exterior what a surpriiiiise (see this is why I like A Killer's Heart, because Ryan Xavier went out of his way to do something a little different)), and they're back at the seaside vending machines where Priss hung out with Sylvie. It turns out that Priss's boyfriend (Jesse? Christ, can't we at least try to use some more Japanese, or just slightly more foreign-in-general names? It's not that Megatokyo isn't a melting-pot city at this point, it's just that this smacks of not trying very hard) looked a lot like Blackie, Blackie tried to go to the police for something or another, and in so doing tipped Mason off to his presence to a degree... which caused Mason to hit Jesse thinking he was Blackie.

Skuse. Skuse. Why do that? I get Blackie's supposed to be an important guy, but this is pushing it to an absurd degree. Forced doesn't begin to cover it.

Like I said, little of significance to the main plot occurs, until the bio-borgs track down Priss and Blackie, but nothing happens at that point, literally 'run!' is the end of the story as it was written, and Skuse said he only had 9 chapters left, and these are short-ish chapters, so the question of 'how the fuck did you intend to wrap this story up satisfactorily in the time you had left' rears its head, especially since Skuse said he wanted to get Jeena Malso in there (if you wanted to, put her in at THE START OF THE STORY).

So I think I can nail down a few big, leering problems with its story besides its incredibly dull single fight scene (there's this bit where the bio-borgs simultaneously lunge to choke out the Sabers and the girls are just helpless against it, it feels really, again, forced) and awkward prose. One is the idea that meat biology has somehow exceeded the performance of Boomers, which doesn't make sense to me given what we've seen Boomers do; the next is that terrible-ass pacing; the third is Skuse's desperate attempts to make all the deep lore mean something to the story; and, well fucking Blackie.

Oh, Blackie. Blackie Blackie Blackie. I remember reading somewhere, maybe it was an old Usenet post, that Skuse said he was trying very hard to not have an overpowered Cool OC Dude, which is baffling because Blackie is the umpteenth incarnation of that sort of character, with his black hardsuit, his hooking up with Priss, his superhuman strength and reflexes, his fucking laser katana, his Kawasaki Ninja-based bike, and the fact that he's the most important character narratively (his name is key to Sylia unlocking his datatape with her Dad's message on it through a borderline Death Note-level password puzzle, for another example). It's not helped by the fact that Blackie doesn't have much of a character beyond a childlike enthusiasm for things that can transition easily into him being mature and cool, so it's hard to figure out what Skuse was trying to do with him in those moments.

But who am I kidding. Bubblegum Cross is the platonic ideal of the mediocre Bubblegum Crisis fanfiction, really. I don't need to spend more words on it than I already have.

It speaks for itself well enough.

[chiefatticcreator]

"Are you... are you okay?" Asuka looked at him, concerned by his growl.

"He'll be fine." Maika scoffed. "He's just being annoying about his need to fuck."

"His need to... what?!" the cyborg girl looked at her friend, shocked.

"To fuck. he gets really twitchy and antsy if he hasn't had a hoel to fuck i na while, or even just a handjob. Here, there'sa room nearby where we can relieve him and continue on our way."

Demon's Relief (closed RP with @a-den-of-demons )

(Maika art from her unit card in Battle Arena, Asuka art from her visual novel)

It was Maika's sixth (or seventh, depending on how you counted) mission with their demonic coworker, and she was used to his antics. Shaking her head, she looked to Asuka, nodding at her.

"Looks like we'll need to take care of him in a few minutes." she informed her.

"What do you mean?" Asuka looked at her confusion, then back at Setsuna.

[twitchesandstitches]

the Titans aren’t a formal group, exactly. they’re not a team but they ARE officially their clan. probabloy has a longer name invoking the word Titanomachy but they’re the Titans. its official. they’re basically all married to each other now, all titan ships are simultaneously canon.

(granted the Fleet don’t DO marriage but making a clan together or joining into one is basically similar for romantic purposes)

the Titans formed at some point after the Great Library is discovered by the Fleet; the formation of the Titans clan is fairly minor compared to things such as bringing the world of the Benders into joining the Fleet (Katara, Korra, Aang, Zuko and everyone else joining the Fleet as BIg Name Heroes), Magnus the Red and his astartes rejoining with his kin like Vulkan, and Optimus Prime being discovered in the Library and finding his Autobots again and also Grimlock’s very angry fist in the face, but its important to THEM

as it is, they are an up and coming clan; they’re hardly the most powerful or accomplished, being too young to outdo the likes of the Fleet champions or the oldest heroines of the Fleet like the legendary Redglare, but they are doing their best to be the finest heroes they can. Already they have their own clan ship, presently occupied by their entire extended clan, allies and the offspring they have chosen to raise with the clan’s traditions. Their clan ship, a massive craft meant as a colony ship, has few weaponry because THEY are the weapons, and it is very much a place to live in. They tend to drift at the edges of the Fleet’s routes, or go off and do their own thing. Sometimes they assist with the works of their elders, mentors and creche leaders, but they are fiercely independant and prefer not to if they can help it.

Robin: mentioned before but it bears repeating; there is no SINGULAR robin here! like the teen titans cartoon, it’s ALL the robins, at once. not combined into a single character, but everyone who has ever been A robin is here and occupied the same role: most predominantly Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and the rest. Others in this group include Terry Mcginnis from the Batman Beyond incarnation (a clone of Bruce, adopted a kid here) and Damien Wayne, and I’m including Batgirls here and those in the general vibe of a Batgirl, like Spoiler and Cassandra Cain. finally, all the Robins can fuse! they’re in fact USUALLY fused and the resulting super-Robin is similar to Teen Titans Robin but generally has it better together; usually identifies as male but if the gals of the Robin flock are involved, they can become agender or female. Depends on the gestalt’s mood.

The Robins took a real shine to Raven after she was introduced to the Fleet; the Bat clan (the extended Batfamily, including Batman himself, associated close friends, and nominally includes Bruce’s loved ones like Diana’s mortal incarnations) was closely involved in working with the library and so they helped acclimitize her to the multiverse. They had the idea to start the clan in the first place. Raven usually has at least one Robin on her, SOMEWHERE.

Cyborg: dropping the ‘angsting over what he has become’ thing in favor of him full out embracing his nature, in keeping with his concept of being a sort of futurism man. his exact lineage isn’t clear but he was definitely an established hero in his own right! Definitely a major science hero and super engineer. Has a bad tendency to go through bodies and need new ones, which he promptly overhauls with cybernetics; its a toss-up if his chosen hero name is actually accurate, or if he opts for purely android bodies that happen to still look partially organic for the Aesthetic.

sort of the Team Dad, he’s closest to his boisterous portrayal from the cartoon, but he can get serious when required and is basically the leader of the group as a whole.

Starfire: the feline origin of her species is a lot more explicit her; Tamaranians aren’t anthro cat people, exactly, but they’re obviously very feline aliens. sort of like how Mass Effect turian’s are birdlike; her massive mane of hair is a LITERAL mane. She’s not adverse to taking on a human-like form or getting a body with that look; she invariably has dark brown skin that gets a gold-yellow effect when she powers up, like a solar battery.

Very, VERY big! 70 feet is one of her SMALLER sizes and she can get far larger, usually scaling up to be bigger than Raven. she’s actually taller than Raven in general, even when not at full power, and she tends towards a broad amazonian body; thick, large muscles, and when she flexes you thank her. She’s warm and loving, but she is a warrior and is rather brutal in battle, and ferociously overprotective of her clanmates. Just insulting them can get her to totally destroy you, often without her even blinking. not so much a powerhouse as a flying juggernaut lady

beast boy: adopted child of the famous heroine Helen Parr/Elastigirl, got his powers naturally but his powers were quite limited until he went through the rite of heroism (Which confers full hero status and is the adulthood rite in the Fleet), and his powers were fully upgraded into his suite of abilities that allow him to transform into any living animal. this incudes mechanical ones, mutants (provided he has seen them) and he can pool the traits of any animal he knows to modify his ‘library’ of animal forms, but it takes work to do so and he has a limited stock of altered animal forms.

the team’s heart and the one who initally kept them together, he’s a sweet guy as lovable as a super kittenpup (a fusion of cats AND dogs, a popular pet on the Fleet), he’s spent the most time around a long-term inter-clan alliance known as the Doom Patrol and he knows the hero business inside and out. despite being the youngest member, he techically has the most experience if you don’t count the Robin fusions. Raven’s number one friend!

some other titans of note. Bear in mind that pretty much ALL titans from any continuity are present as part of the extended clan, but others get more important.

The Young Justice crew: the characters specific to the first two seasons of Young Justice (haven’t seen the 3rd season at all so withholding ideas for that), and assumed to be older than the main group. They include the likes of Static Shock, Aqualad (Kaldur’ahm. a Picuss Volanns here), the Young Justice incarnations of the Superfriends originals like Longshadow and Sam, and so forth. Assume species that do NOT generlaly correlate to their abilities, and they probably predate the Titans as an older group of sorts.

Miss Martian: Mars’ people are quite fine, and in fact are involved in a complex conflict with the other species Mars is populated by in various forms of fiction; they get along fine with the Malacandran races from the Silent Planet books, but the War of the Worlds Martians and the more classic sci fi villain empires have forced the desert and pole martians off-world; M’gan is one born far from the red homeworld, and feels obliged to live up to the great example of her uncle J’onn, one of the greatest heroes to ever honor the Fleet. (Because he is just the BEST.) Raised in a creche of others, including Beast Boy, she became an older sister to them all and a great heroine in her own right! Martians naturally look as they do in Young Justice, though around 14 feet tall at minimum; stronger ones don’t grow larger, but their ability to shapeshift into bigger forms improves.

Terra: The Titans do not talk about Terra. It’s a sore point. Slade from the Task Force seems disinclined to talk about it, but it has something to do with his service on the Task Force.

Jinx: Not actually a member of the Titans! She’s part of a group of up and coming villain gals and boys from the Stingers, operating in roughly the same capacity as the Titans, and the two groups are friendly rivals. She’s very curvaceous and you would THINK her massive hips and breasts would get in the way of acrobatics, but nope! Some possibilities for her species; kobold, really tall goblin, an anthro Jynx from Pokemon (just for the sake of name puns).

[draftingteacups]

I saw the ask about what happens in Chapter 6, when the Idia's henchmen tell him Soni is practically at their gates and she does. Not. Look. Happy. The 5 post overblot students who know her wrath will be: It's been nice knowing you Idia or If I were you, I'd be writing up my final will, or What did you do to get her this mad? For the last part, Vil knows and he shudders. After all, Hell hath no fury like a woman! I'd call her The Holy Terror of Ramshackle, the woman who brought STYX to its knees

huhuhuh that be the truth!

The Overblot boys have seen various states of her rage, Azul and Vil having seen her being frigging rage-filled and spiteful at points.

Never had they seen this level of crazy and the aura that radiates around her just makes it even wore.

Riddle is just sweating because he's seen her angry before like everyone else here, but she's never been so angry that you could feel it through a screen. Leona just senses DANGER DANGER DANGER RUN AWAY-

Azul has seen her wreck the Mostro Lounge, his contracts, and threw him into so much stress and chaos in the span of three days, and Soni admitted that she could've destroyed him in two. She wanted to see him suffer and saw her smile whilesaying it. Ever since then, he's been intimidated and twitchy with a fear of white birds.

But when Vil and Jamil mention how Ramshackle Dorm had been wrecked in the fight against the cyborgs, Vil saying that Ace and Deuce were pretty injured as well as the Pokemon from the garden who assisted them, and Grim had been taken to STYX as well, Azul's soul just straight-up ascended into the heavens BECAUSE IDIA YOU IDIOT, HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED FROM MY STORIES HUH?!

Jamil still remembers the chaos that Swanna brought against him and the damned bird still tries to smack him like a pinata whenever he goes near Ramshackle (which was common during the VDC training camp). He still remembers that angry Bug Pokemon and he shudders.

For a tiny spoiler for Episode 5, Soni was suffering heavily from Vil's Poison Gas arena effect because of her you-know-what and she still fucking fought him like nothing was wrong and she wasn't suffering terrible pain. Vil has fought with her verbally and physically through Overblotting and she can wreck you up badly.

Idia just stares in horror as he just says, "NONONONNOONO! I unlocked a secret boss on ACCIDENT?! What is this shitty outcome!? AAAAAAHHH SHE'S TERRIFYING! WHAT THE HELL?! WHY'S THE TEACHING ASSISTANT SO FREAKING SCARY?! Aren't they supposed to be cute and supportive characters?! Always telling you to do your best? Being lovable and sweet and moe?! What's with this twist?!?!?"

Everyone's just like, "YOU IDIOT! HAVE YOU NEVER MET HER BEFORE?! WE'RE GONNA DIE-!"

Soni radiating that Pokemon Champion energy during her first year and it is super effective on these guys. Sure, they've met Soni as a student, as a teaching assistant, as a friend, and someone who's beaten them up to save their lives during their Overblots.

On a more dramatic note...

...they've never really seen her side of handling organizations like this with Azul being the closest to with his business in Episode 3 :) It was pretty damn close though.

She's got a few nicknames and titles from home that relates to her. Grand Duchess of Kalos, Champion Soni, and Overseer Soni are common ones.

Some informal ones are the Kalosian Witch based on her relationship with The Wizard of Ballonlea and her being Kalosian. It's also used in a derogatory manner, depending on the context.

Another is the Voice of Kalos as she's done much to reform the region in the span of two years, making them stronger and more peaceful than it'd ever been in Diantha's handling. Hearing the words of the people and doing them justice when they had been ignored during times of crisis, especially during Team Flare's takeover.

The side that everyone's witnessing right now... is one that everyone avoids at all costs.

The side that Team Flare and Neo Flare have seen in the years before, during, and after their fall up until the present day. One that they try to avoid as much as possible, the fear deeply set into their psyches lest they be careless enough to stand in her way.

The side that high-strung nobles with secrets and dirty money despise for how cutting and brutal her interrogation would be while still within the Grand Duchess' rights as ruler to the region as a whole.

The side that is calm, distant, from afar. However, when it is before you, it is like death has descended onto your doorstep with the lovely gift box in the form of your coffin.

The side that gave her the nickname of The Blue-Eyed Exterminator.

[yabutwhyy]

Gorillaz/Murdoc Headcanons

Feeling manic but don't have the drive to really work on something so have some headcanons I've come up with lol

Murdoc got the snip when he was in his late 20s(after seeing 2D get slammed with child support)

Is VERY serious about safety in regards to sex

wasn't always worried about it but after dealing with the clap a few times, he started using condoms every time unless he knew the person well.

after the aids epidemic started growing he was even more careful

because of the abuse he was put through by his father, consent has always been a top priority for him. Despite his general demeanor he's a very courteous partner

Murdoc seems to be the only one out of the four that knows they're animated characters, so, he has some control of how he appears to others(3D cgi, two-dimensional animation, a puppet, etc.)

Does not have control of the style, however.

Style is always the same as it is currently. (If it's 2016 he'll be like in the Saturnz Bars or Strobelight videos. He can't randomly look like 2004 him in 2020)

At some point after Plastic Beach, before Humanz was being written Murdoc went to rehab.

He got quite a few chips, but relapsed.

Technically he's never started over, but he is more in control of himself and his habits now.

He absolutely struggles with technology. As in he's had the same phone for years, and hates using new electronics.

Same MODEL phone. The physical phones end up smashed or broken on a regular basis. Sometimes he does it during a tantrum, sometimes he drops it in thE bAFf

He is actually very talented when it comes to building computers and making his own OS's(Cyborg Noodle)

If he didn't write the code himself he'll be at a complete loss and will take forever to learn how to operate it(idiot savant, much?)

If it's for an album he'll figure it out(with a lot of whining)

Mechanical engineering and robotics has always been his "plan b" and is how he made his way before Gorillaz took off

Absolutely worked in a chop shop at some point

Is fluent in English, French, and Spanish. Also knows some Japanese thanks to Noodle.

Likes to point out that he also knows "American, Canadian, AND Australian"

He has built up and lost a lot of his record collection through the years but he has a few albums that he's kept since he bought them new.

Has also kept the same copy of The Satanic Bible since he first bought it

Steals things by accident.

Usually small things that are on endcaps or near the register. A lighter, chapstick, earbuds, gum, etc.

Only realizes he did it when he gets home and finds random things in his pockets

Honestly doesn't do it on purpose, he's just spent so much of his life surviving that way that it's just second nature now, like breathing

Murdoc has ridiculously bad anxiety.

He's always self-medicated with alcohol, drugs, whatever else might work

Unfortunately he is part of an older generation, and he avoids doctors at all cost.

Therapy is basically out of the question

He gets the added bonus of not remembering his father/childhood as much when he's drunk/high

When he's sober he is twitchy af. Always bouncing his leg, tapping his nails on a table, walking around for no reason.

It's really easy to spook him when he gets like that

He does not take it well

[neerons]

Some of Takaomi Tsugaru’s best quotes

“Wipe the drool. I’m not THAT handsome, am I?”

“That’s all you have to say about mon visage?”

“True, going on a date with a pretty girl isn’t so bad. But it’s definitely more fun hanging out with you.”

“Your butt cheeks are two different sizes, too.”

“A little pet of Hideki’s and Hyogo’s? This I gotta see. Graduated with honors, eh? Singled out already, huh? Sounds like a gorilla girl. I picture a hearty, muscled lass with arms like hams. But what eventually materializes before me is a cute little hoppy white hare.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Throwing her hard-written report into the trash basket has me in a great mood. Lalala...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Drag her? She may be fierce, but she’s only bunny-sized. If she gets grabbed by three guys at once...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“She seemed so feminine. Having fun, and drinking more than she intended. (...) She flops back over, karate-chopping me in the face. How’d she manage to land a critical hit while sleeping?! Why did she decide to go into Public Safety? An innocent, carefree girl like this?” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“This might be the first time I’ve really gotten a good look at her face. It isn’t too bad. She has a cute little nose, and her mouth moves like a little animal when it’s flapping. She’s even kind of charming. I scrutinize her face, drinking in the details.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Probably because she’s a country bumpkin... No, no. She’s a daisy fresh girl raised on farm-fresh air.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“You four-eyed jerk...” (—Tsugaru to Ishigami)

“Don’t take my Little Hare... I want her all to myself.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“She and Goto could be doing it like bunnies for all I should care.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I should drop Momo’s toenail clippings in that coffee of yours...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts about MC)

“Don’t look so innocent while you’re sitting on a man’s thighs. I can feel her body heat... This proximity...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I figured out from that little incident that dressing up isn’t your forte. Besides, it’s hard to compete with my beauty.”

“It’s a curse being this handsome.” (—Tsugaru talking about himself to Kurosawa)

“I hope you’re looking forward to it too, Little Hare... Our D.A.T.E!” (—Tsugaru speaking loudly to make the other guys jealous)

“I really wanted you to see it. How the old Namba gang would react. As the day of our date approached, Little Hare, they couldn’t stand it. Hideki’s frown line just kept getting deeper and deeper. And Hyogo was drinking so much coffee, he was practically vibrating.”

“Yes, we’re like Beauty and the Beast, aren’t we? Come along, Beast.”

“Are you jealous of our bro-date, Little Hare? (—Tsugaru talking about when he was hanging out with Kaga in the past to MC)

“Don’t compare your face and mine. It’s an insult.”

“You unfaithful hussy.”

“Little Hare takes priority.”

“You’re quite big, Little Hare. (...) Maybe I was talking about your chest.”

“No shoulder rides for you, little man.” (—Tsugaru to Noa after he was called “weird” by him)

“You’re right. You’re more of a snot-dribbler than a tear-spiller.”

“How can you say a handsome face like mine is ever “in the way”...?”

“Trying to make me hate you? ...Silly. Thank you for not changing. Please... always stay the way you are.”

“Hmm? You want a non-antidote kiss this time? Ahaha. You’re bright red. Like a tomato. Let’s see if I can make you... a squashed tomato.”

“We should at least go on a date before we get married. Let’s go on a date.”

“When I was a kid, I was always imagining things, never knowing that part of me would be killed off. But right now, I indulge in a little fantasy of Little Hare’s twitchy bunny face.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Excuse me?! I fight a sudden urge to take a flying kick at Seiji’s back.” (—Tsugaru being jealous of Goto in his thoughts)

“I’d decided not to use my past to make excuses. But the complex I’ve been hiding... It’s in every part of me.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Was she asking because she wants to be my girlfriend? I’d like to tell you... that you deserve that position, too. (...) Girlfriend, huh. When she asked me why I can’t get one... my heart skipped a beat. The only girl I can think of that could fit the bill is her.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“She’s taken tons of snaps of Squad Katsuragi, all glistening with sweat. You dirty paparazzo, Little Hare. What are you thinking, letting strange men into your apartment? Strange men who aren’t ME! I delete all the photos before taking a few selfies, then handing her phone back. (...) I set the lock and background screens as me too.” (—Tsugaru talking and thinking about MC)

“Can I say goodnight to the baby in your belly? Goodnight. I can’t wait to meet you.” (—Tsugaru talking to his mom and unborn sibling, as a child)

“I started having dumb, hopeful thoughts of being her someone special.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“A murderer’s blood runs in my veins. This was the one thing I didn’t want her to know about me. I didn’t want you to know... Not you. Not my normal, innocent Little Hare.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I want to be a man you can feel confident sticking by. I don’t want you to stay around because you’re worried. You’re my first real personal relationship, I guess.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I’ll save her, over and over. I’d do anything to rescue the woman I love.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“She purses her lips. Gah, so cute. (...) Then she smirks at me, seeming very satisfied. She looks so, so happy. Cute as heck! I want to grab her and take her someplace private...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I’ll draw Momo frying Little Hare alive with his Momo Beam.” (Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“(...) Once there was a boy called Momotaro... He was friends with a little hare, and a mean dog called Hyogo and a cyborg called Hideki. They traveled to the land of demons to fell the demon lord Seiji...” (—Tsugaru making up a story for Noa)

“She’s so good at being honest and earnest with people. Knowing she might hurt them, but not backing down, for the sake of what’s right. And she knows how to soothe those hurts, too.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I knew it was only ever going to be a dream. Such a pure, uncomplicated girl could never fall for someone... like me.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“I’ll have to start calling you Little Piggy instead of Little Hare.”

“So she and Seiji had a little kitty friend at the academy? I’ll have to crush their relationship.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts)

“Be happier about being chained to a hot guy.”

“My dream’s to go to Momo’s wedding. Be happy, my friend.” (—His VIP room)

“Imagine Hyogo of all people having a soft spot for someone. What a shock.” (—His VIP room)

“Dreamed I was being attacked by Kaga Kong and Ishizilla. I must be tired.” (—His VIP room)

“I happen to love my talented little subordinate, after all.” (—Tsugaru talking about MC, in Shinonome’s route)

“She’s surrounded by men. Is that businessman staring at her? If he gropes her, I’ll bring social justice down upon him.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts about a random man & MC)

“Stay away, ace! (...) She’s done with you all. She has a new man now.” (—Tsugaru talking about MC to Goto and the others)

“I bet you spent two hours getting ready for this. You look cute though.”

“Well I noticed you like eating.”

“What about Tsugaru variety? (...) I’d like to be bitten by you. Will you eat me up?” (—Tsugaru talking about an apple version of him to MC)

“Just for today, I wanted you to only think about me.”

“Doctor Doolittle?! Oh no, that’s a vet. ...Whatever! A doctor, eh... A detective is cooler than a doctor any day. Anyway, doctors don’t play fair. They act like group dates are their killing grounds.” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts about Hajime)

“Give you a call? Sure she will, buddy. (...) There’s silence when the guy departs. Say something. Tell me you like me way better!” (—Tsugaru’s thought about Hajime and MC)

“I wonder what she was like as a university student? He dated her back then... They would have held hands, kissed, and also... Whispered sweet nothings in bed. Aaargh! Why... Why can’t you be mine alone...” (—Tsugaru’s thoughts about Hajime and MC)

“I love you.”

“You could never forget the face of a good-looker like me after seeing it once, right?” (—His VIP room)

“I’m the type that makes sure he leaves his mark on the girl that means most to him.” (—His VIP room)

“I can see how chic you are - or trying to be at least. You dolled yourself up for me, right?” (—His VIP room)

“You could be honest and compliment me. Tell me how I’ve got a handsome face, but everything else about me is perfect.” (—His VIP room)

“Little Hare, you’re the only one for me.” (—His VIP room)

“Did you get a good shot? Send me the best one. That’s right, I was thinking Momo would like it.” (—His VIP room)

“Hyogo plus water is a crazy combo, isn’t it? Kinda like a demon lord that’s just emerged from out of the sea.” (—His VIP room)

“Hmph. Wait… Don’t you want to take a picture? You can make me your wallpaper, you know.” (—His VIP room)

“My clothes are supposed to be see-through and are supposed to cling to me. Sorry I’m too sexy.” (—His VIP room)

“Even when I’m wet my high quality remains… Wow.” (—His VIP room)

[kineticallyanywhere]

more random rvb headcanons:

Armor colors continued: 

Brown - Engineering/Bomb squad

CT was the highest ranked mechanic in all of PFL. Not a lot of engineers bothered to get into combat training, but Connie wanted to make use of her skills on field missions, and she got good at close combat. She could rig just about anything with two wires to explode, and throw a knife for accuracy over thirty yards. Which came in handy to make things explode a surprising number of times. 

York and Wash were the Pure version of ‘boys will be boys’ that involves things like standing on the seesaw at the playground and jumping to lever it, doing the cup song any time it plays with whatever is available, and suplexing each other on a trampoline hard enough to bounce the other person into the pool next to it

If Sarge had a wallet (he doesn’t because wallets fell out of practical use two hundred years ago and as if he’d give his eventual vanquisher the satisfaction of successfully looting his body (”You left it in the warthog six years ago--” “SHUT UP, GRIF”) but if he did), he’d have a picture of Caboose in it. 

North knew everyone’s coffee orders and allergies. South had the same knowledge for very different reasons

Freelancers as vehicles

Tex - that one car that Vin Diesel rides out of a plane and off a cliff in Furious 7

Carolina - Classy, expensive motorcycle, well used (for off-road races)

York - Mustang convertible with a dented fender

Wyoming - punch bug with a British flag painted on the hood

North - SUV (with a rifle collection in the floor storage)

Washington - a razor scooter mountain bike held together with duct tape

Maine - Literal Tank

South - home-modified, death-trap ATV

CT - jeep

Florida - one of those old 90s era dad cars that look stalker-ish nowadays

Tucker sleeps naked because he doesn’t want ‘covered toe to neck’ to be his default setting. Everyone else (except Donut) starts to get twitchy out of their suits, and Tucker refuses to let that happen to him. 

Florida was an experimental cyborg. His mechanical heart couldn’t process aspirin. 

on Iris, the guys could go weeks at a time without seeing each other, same team or not. The first few months were a bit of a blur of sleeping at any given moment, eating whenever they felt like it, and pretending that clocks don't exist. Carolina tried really hard not to try and institute any rules, but after Caboose went missing for eight straight days (it's one thing to not be looking for each other, another to look everywhere and not find each other) everyone agreed that daily team roll call was probably a good idea. Sometimes Caboose showed up at Red-call, and Simmons showed up at Blue-call at least once  

Caboose has one of those faces that gets tomato red, so fast. He’s always gotten teased for it, and it contributes a lot to why he hates getting embarrassed 

Wash’s dad died in prison

[etherian-affairs]

Wow more than one post in a single day.

A return to my old cyborg entrapta concept! I love this headcanon dearly.

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Entrapta could feel her left hand twitching. It felt off. Likely took a hit during the grand final battle. Maybe Prime managed to get it somehow? He did kind of throw manhandle her while he was possessing Hordak. It wasn't really actively bothering her right now though, so she wasn't giving it much thought. Instead she was enjoying having Hordak back. She was enjoying all of her friends being safe. She was enjoying life for this moment.

"Entrapta, is your arm alright?" Hordak suddenly asks as they sit on a destroyed bot near everyone else. That does make her think about it.

She has been telling him all about what he'd missed while he was with Prime, and while she had paused for a moment to think about something he had apparently decided to ask the question. Entrapta blinks and glances down at her twitchy hand. "Oh! Yeah! Just got hurt a little I think! No big deal."

Hordak takes her hand almost immediately. It makes her blush slightly. She sees his brow furrow, hears him give a small hrmm. Then he begins to pull her glove off carefully. Entrapta's blush deepens. "Hordak..." She shuffles a little in her seat.

"We should diagnose any problems immediately." He says firmly, focused.

He's forgotten something though

"Woah. What?" Entrapta hears Mermista say from nearby as the glove is removed. The unpainted metal of entrapta's artificial hand glints in the light in a diffuse way.

Entrapta finds herself looking away from Mermista, she can feel the gaze of the Princess on her. Then she can feel the gaze of others too. She glances up at Hordak and in him she just sees his concern, and the gears turning as he analyzes her hand. She can still remember the first time he saw them, only a moment of surprise before he began to question her on the technicals and maintenance procedures.

He turns it over in his own hand slowly. "there's some damage." He confirms. "We'll need to get tools..." Finally he looks up and around. Noticing the small crowd that has made Entrapta shrink slightly in her seat.

Hordak blinks. "What is going on?"

He had forgotten that no one but he knows about her prosthetics.

Entrapta can feel everyone else starting to see her as even more 'other' than them now. She's never had any self image issues when it comes to her prosthetics but she has been worried about how others will act. It feels like a thing that will make things complicated, and she's bad at complicated when it comes to people. She also just doesn't like feeling like everyone sees her as different than them.

"What uh... What is that?" Mermista asks slowly, gesturing to Entrapta's hand.

Entrapta isn't sure how to answer, that's not entirely true she knows exactly how she should answer but for some reason feels like she cant. However as she herself feels awkwardness she sees Hordak glance down and then back up. He answers the question.

"Entrapta's hand." It's so very blunt. Matter of fact.

"Its artificial?" Perfuma asks curiously as she slides up beside Mermista.

Hordak gives them a look. Entrapta isn't sure what it means but knowing Hordak she can make an educated guess that he's questioning their intelligence. After all it is clearly artificial so that question does seem pretty redundant to the evidence presented to them.

Hordak's reaction is bolstering somehow. It reminds her how much she missed him. Moment by moment Entrapta feels less awkward and other, and instead feels more Entrapta. Hordak's incredible bluntness on this topic reminds her that she's her and it doesn't matter how others might see the replacement limb.

"Yep!" Entrapta chirps. "My original one blew up so I made a new one!" She grins.

Then Hordak cuts in "and if you go without repair you'll lose this one too." He chastizes with a huff.

It makes Entrapta giggle. It makes her feel good about who she is.

[notasecunit]

I'm posting this here as a confession that I spent hours yesterday working on hair texture trying to calculate how long 6-10cm would be in curls, and also I spent way too much time not succeeding at making a cyborg body designed for killing look awkward enough.

Character Design Angst:

The SecUnit armor should be even bulkier, since the contrast of not being in said armor it is deeply confusing to everyone, especially Murderbot. Also that armor got like 1 minute of sketching and looks like broken noodles...I'll...get back to it. The excellent cover artist already figured that part out and I'm lazy.

Murderbot's hair length after Milu in "maximum sneaky human mode" should actually be startlingly different enough that other people can't recognize it without a long look and some squinting.

The solution to the riddle of someone who grows hair to disguise themselves, don't know what a haircut is, and somehow doesn't have that hair entirely in their eyes is: curly hair that forms semi-perfect loose puffs when extremely neglected. Specifically, I stole this hair from one of the people I went on a weeklong backpacking trip with years ago. Their hair only got more fleek by the day; it was eerie to behold. I have mostly straight hair and I can definitely confirm that running around neglecting hair like that means you have idiot anime bangs stabbing you in the eye during airsoft matches, which is an unacceptable performance reliability loss.

Based on my vague knowledge of population genetics, if you put a lot of humanity in a blender in order to make left-over-parts super-soldiers, curly hair and mid tone skin would DJ the allele party. I feel like a huge sellout for having some base-level character design goals that are the Nots: not the normal human features that get cast as robots (asians, buff white guys, skinny white guys). (Thing is, I look like a tall, sort-of-muscley half-Chinese/half-British, gender(?) person with an undercut fauxhawk, and I mostly wear hoodies and cargo pants, and I just don't want to draw someone who looks like me, that would feel super weird okay?) Also curly hair people get no rep as evil robots, so I'd like to fix this. #ImDoingMyPart

Based on my vaguer knowledge of bending biology to weaponry, if I was asked to design a human that could take a beating and then regrow most of its functionality in 8 hours, I'd force the cells and hormones to grow someone around 17-22, an age when immortality seems most possible and broken joints aren't as much of a thing. So, little to no body fat, twitchy nerves, mostly limbs and augments and no bulky human muscle.

I can't keep facial features very steady since I don't have a very coherent style. This sucks, sorry.

I'm trying for consistant skin tone and hair color, but I'm also doodling on a lot of nightshifted (darker, more yellow) screens, so colors are looking weird.

[maskedriderbiocore]

      I had  a dream about Vinny from Vinesauce playing a Metal Gear Solid game that doesn’t exist. It’s old Snake (or maybe just a his mind) inside a computer simulation along with the minds (or Ai versions) of his companions. The simulation is breaking down and corrupting the AIs and the world, leading to a mish-mash of various Metal Gear Solid locations and enemies from across the series. Sometimes Snake alternates back to his MGS1 self if he has a flashback.       You start off in a cabin in the woods as a child, then after falling Otakon helps you up and the camera circles 180 degrees. A tree gets in the way and when it is gone you are old snake and Otakon is gone. There is an Easter egg where a very twitchy grey PS1 Meryl model is standing on the roof of the cabin. She backflips off screen when you see it and you get a trophy. After making your way through the forest you are outside of a military base at night and have to go up a large flight of stairs to board a monorail . There is a river to one side and a black humanoid figure emerges. It is Colonel Campbell and he tells Snake something like ““If I do not die here or break free, I will become a shadow.” 

     The model fades away and you continue up the stairs. About halfway up you must fight some Cyborg Ninja looking guards. When you’re almost all the way up the world distorts and it becomes a very oversaturated daytime, there is no ground below anymore. The staircase seems infinite. A large polygonal Campbell head is floating off to one side and says ““If I do not die here, I will get biggerandbiggerandbiggera dbiggerandbigger!” And expands rapidly while disappearing, The monorail is guarded by a short bipedal Gekko-looking robot (but more square, like it’s some kind of early prototype) and you must attack to the beat of Through the Fire and the Flames, which is playing now. It shoots a barrage of missiles during the long guitar segments and then you counter when the lyrics come back. Snake has Raiden’s sword from Metal Gear Rising and the game suddenly plays like that now. Vinny beat the boss and then found a bunch of sponsored snack foods to restore his health (Ritz crackers, Cup Noodle, Monster Energy, etc). There wa a distorted voice saying “ooooh tasty snaaaacks”, might have been psycho mantis.

then I woke up