#with my actual human mouth

[thelaundrybitch]

😘 A gift for your talents

Donatello sat in the dark of his room, listening to the hum of his computer's cooling systems and the occasional drip of a pipe. His mind was a buzz with ideas and plans, improvements and adjustments but it was so full right now that-that!

He was drawing a blank.

On his screen, he saw the monitoring programs running, his surveillance systems and general system monitors. All of them ticking away nicely and in perfect working order.

On top of those, was an internet browser window. It was open to his own chat systems, one that allowed him to piggyback onto other communication systems like texts, video calls etc.

The curser was flashing ready to send a message but he couldn't bring himself to type anything. What would he type and to who?

A voice in his mind that sounded just like his father, Master Splinter, said he should talk to his brothers first. But that too was a lesson in futility.

Leo he could get along with, more easily than the others. He had a calm patience that allowed them to sit peacefully together and talk, but underneath it was a temper that rivalled Raph's.

And right now he was annoyed because he couldn't go see a certain "blue-eyed angel" he had been meeting up with. That was partly because he was under house arrest by Master Splinter for getting into fights, alone and with no backup, and earning himself a broken wrist.

Raph had been smug for all of two minutes while Leo was being chewed out but stopped the moment he realised his blue masked brother was injured. He'd taken leadership for all of two nights and seen that it wasn't for him -Donnie and Mikey both had the bruises to prove that much.

Mikey, he was goofing off at a skatepark he'd found. The crowd that hung there had taken one look at him and accepted him with open arms. He finally had found his people and they had a way of finding runaways at risk.

But none of this helped Donnie with his own problem.

He was in a creative rut and he wasn't sure how to fix it... Yet, he had a suspicion of how to fix it but... He had a feeling it was... Too much.

April had a friend.

This friend had helped them more than once already, and was included in The Secret™ but... Donnie had never met anyone like them!

They had been mildly interesting to start with but when they had wandered into his Lab one day while he had been tinkering, he'd nearly bitten their hrsd off. They had argued back of course, because why hadn't he labeled the Highly Corrosive Acid as just that?

They had said some things.

He had said some things.

Now, he was sat in the dark of his room and unable to do anything it seemed. He wanted to make something by way of apology, but he didn't want to come across as weirdly desperate as Mikey has when he'd first met April.

God that had been bad.

Yet he missed seeing them! Missed their smile, the way they would run their hand through their hair, the crinkle in their nose when they were being cheeky.

Oh god...

With a sigh, Donnie flopped back in his desk chair, safe in the knowledge that despite it's creaking noises, it wouldn't give out on him.

There was only one thing for him to do, he realised as he pulled his glasses off and ran a large hand down his face. Putting his glasses back on and pushing this up his snout, Donnie focused on his computer and opened a fresh web page to start his research.

🐢

I'VE BEEN BLESSED!!!

Oh man this looks SO GOOD.

I read this with a big ol stupid grin on my face

GOD I LOVE ME SOME DONDON

AND WHO IS LEO SNEAKING OUT TO SEE THAT CHEEKY LITTLE MONKEY 👀

*rattles the bars to my enclosure*

I got to the bottom and went

Listen my little turtle friend.

This is the beginning to something amazing.

I can tell 🤩

I do hope you continue this little story because I am HIGHLY intrigued as to where it's going.

And I can't even thank you enough for this generous gift you've dropped in my ask box.

You're amazing 😍💖🫶🏼🫵🏼

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[phoenixcatch7]

Lmao I'd love to see a fic where batman like. Doesn't talk at all. He just 'hn' and 'hrm's his way through the story like a Minecraft villager. All the bat kids understand him perfectly.

I actually know people irl who can do this, and I've done it myself during bad migraines, it's practically a second language, so I know it's totally possible to have full conversations between two speakers XD!

It'd be another degree of separation between Brucie Wayne, the ditzy, breathy playboy and batman, who used up all his vocal spoons for the day and now communicates solely through unintelligible grunts and sharp hand gestures when he doesn't need to talk to strangers.

Unfortunately, the best way to learn grunt speak is the same way most languages are learned, and there's no written word (outside of emoji, of course): immersion. And the justice league are no longer considered strangers.

This leads to:

Hal: which way do we go, spooky? Where's the tracker pointing?

B: *grunt*

Hal: what?

B: *insistent grunt*

Hal:..... Can we point?

B: *dour look* *slowly raises arm to point left down the street* *sharp, insistent grunt*

Hal, dryly: don't strain yourself.

-

Damian: greyson. I am calling because father has had an injury and is bed bound for tonight, however Alfred is downstairs and the rest are still on patrol. I am still in the early stages of learning father's intonations. Please translate.

Nightwing, eldest, regularly called for exactly this reason by just about everyone Bruce has ever spoken with since he was a kid, ranging from arkham guards to jl members: *heavy sigh* put him on.

Bruce: hrng...

Nightwing: He's telling you to close the curtains and keep the noise down, he's got a headache.

Damian, over the sound of footsteps and fabric rustling: it truly is just like another language.

N: nah, it's a lot of probability. I've known b for years, I can guess pretty well. There's a lot we can say. For example, that grunt actually carried a lot more meaning, I just trimmed it down.

Damian: truly?

N: yup! If I had to be pedantic, it actually meant 'I am in quite a lot of discomfort, the cause of which is my head, and I am struggling to manage it on my own. Please aid in my cause, my darling sons whom I love dearly -'

Damian: *muffled noise through the phone*

N: that'll be him telling us to shut up. But you can see why I asked you to close the curtains.

Damian: fascinating. I shall take this under advisement.

-

B, exhausted after a long day of board meetings as Brucie: *moody silence*

Gordon: Batman, how's it going?

B: *glower* *drawn out grunt*

Gordon: that bad, huh?

-

Supes, during a briefing: I believe it would be best if we attacked from the north, we've enough flying members to crest the mountains and ambush then that way - Batman?

B: *quiet grumble, with pointer fingers moving in semicircles*

Supes: ah, I see. You're right, we'd be too visible if the sun rose behind them*turns to see the other members standing behind him* what?

Flash, bowing at the waist, palms together over his head: teach me your ways, oh mighty bat-speaker.

[s0fter-sin]

the 141 recovering brainwashed!soap but he’s just a shell of his former self; never speaking, never moving without orders. he never even blinks; just stares straight ahead with his unnatural green eyes.

empty.

but ghost can't accept that.

price and gaz can't stand watching ghost torture himself day after day; visiting soap in his cell for hours at a time, trying anything he can think of to bring back his sergeant.

he shows him pictures of the 141 but soap thinks he's being given targets and moves to eliminate them before ghost stops him. he brings him his journal, tries to trigger his innermost thoughts and feelings he never shared with any of them, but after he reads it, soap summarises it like he's giving a mission briefing. impersonal.

cold.

it's late when ghost finally calls it; low and defeated after another long day of being stared at with eyes that don't see him. he isn't thinking when he pulls his mask off and harshly scrubs over his face, grinding his palm into his eye.

"don't worry, johnny; we're still fixin' each other's problems," he promises, little more than a whisper as he tries to summon the energy to leave johnny behind. again.

he pushes himself to his feet, his hand on the door handle when-

"what's my problem?"

ghost freezes, something like grief - something achingly closer to hope - chilling him. he slowly turns and though soap is still starring ahead, there's a faint light in his altered green eyes.

"the mask," he forces out. "take it off."

he knows there's no way to remove the mask - the muzzle - from his sergeant's face. it's too high-tech, even for them; the biometric scanner too advanced for any bypass they know of.

it's just another way he's failed him; bringing him home still bound in their enemy's chains.

soap- jolts; a sharp, almost painful looking flinch jerking his body.

"show my face?" and his voice has changed; no longer the monotone delivery that's haunted ghost's every waking moment.

it's smaller. uncertain. recollection of a memory half-destroyed.

"yes, johnny," he breathes.

soap moves unprompted for the first time since they found him; running his finger along the edge of the muzzle where his skin bulges from the pressure, half-visible scars hidden beneath the harsh metal.

"ugly," he murmurs.

ghost immediately shakes his head, almost stumbling back to the table; haphazardly throwing his mask on it. "quite the opposite," he insists.

it doesn't matter if he has no lower jaw left at all; johnny could never be ugly in his eyes.

agonisingly slowly, soap's eyes shift to the mask. he takes in the balaclava and hard shell skull like for all the times he's looked at it since his rescue, he never truly saw it. his lids fall in less of a blink and more stage curtains closing; slow, heavy, requiring effort and no small amount of strength to open once more

"good... to see you again..." he trails off, his hand shifting up to the top of his shaved head; nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp

"simon," ghost finishes for him; that horrid grieving hope tearing at his heart

soap's fingers flex and a drop of blood trails down his forehead, over the ridge of his nose to catch on the muzzle. "s-simon..."

his nails dig deeper, the drop falling to the table just to be followed by more and ghost aches to stop him but he's terrified to interrupt him. terrified to lose him now when he's so close to something.

soap's bloodied nails scratch down the crown of his head, following the line of his stolen mohawk until they come to rest on the back of the muzzle and ghost's heart drops.

they can’t get it off.

they can't get it off and he doesn't know how to explain that to soap; doesn't know if he can stomach watching soap pull at the monstrosity holding him captive, the inevitable bloodbath as the edges cut into his skin.

"show my face," soap repeats.

"johnny..." ghost begins weakly, reaching out to him but he doesn't know how, doesn't know if he even should-

the muzzle clatters onto the table.

the biometrics they couldn't bypass, the fingerprint they needed that they were so sure belonged to makarov.

it belonged to soap.

how cruel to torture him with freedom he didn't understand he could take; didn't even understand he could want.

just the kind of sick game makarov loves.

ghost doesn't know what's louder; his heart pounding in his ears or the long, uninhibited breath soap takes.

his eyes fall shut as he leans his head back with it, the blood still dripping down his face as he straightens through his exhale. his lower jaw is a mess of scars where he fought against the previous iterations of the muzzle, the corners of his lips cut through and cracked.

but the green in his eyes is duller; that light sparking brighter as blue struggles to break through the glow.

ghost's never seen anything so beautiful.

"good to see you again, johnny."

[moeblob]

...and they were coworkers. (an actual conversation from my last job)

[scoriarose]

She came up with a new activity

[fisheito]

rereading the nuca pink doujin and seeing yakumo tear himself apart re: his snake form vs his human form all this agony and self-doubt and silent suffering and fear of rejection like "if i looked less human would u hate me" , "if u saw me in my true form wouldn't that be horrible. terrifying. disgusting" , "if i admitted i want to swallow you whole would you think worse of me"

and i imagine him asking something like this to the crowd of clan members , who are , undeniably,, a group of Kinky Fuckers

they all smile with the serenity and carefully masked excitement of a horny olivine. masterful beautiful reassuring expressions (errr..... masked to different degrees depending on the clan member)

[averageludwig]

I need to get this out of my system or i will blow up. LIKE DAMN.. DAMN. LIKE OKAY. Like damn. Like. Tears in my eyes . fistful of hair . rocking back and forth . damn. He is ruining my life. Guys on the count if 3 throw the biggest rock at me. I need to be stoned there is no cure to this. goodnight cruel world.

[shiningliive]

Live Emotion Game Introduction 1 - Live Performances

Out first proper look at Utapri's upcoming mobile game, Live Emotion is here!

The game is now confirmed as a rhythm game, and a short preview of the beatmaps has been showcased in a brand new clip.

As described on the official twitter account: In Live Emotion, you can play rhythm games and enjoy concerts. The idols will show off their brilliant performances in songs with live music videos, and in these music videos you will be able to change their outfits to costumes you have obtained during gameplay.

Further analysis below:

This matches up with the original preview image for Live Emotion, in which we can see the memebers of Starish realised in 3D looking out into an audience of fans and getting ready to perform. 3D dance visuals during songs has been a common element used in many rhythm games since Shining Live's release.

Dance: In the new clip, we can see Starish wearing outfits from the promotional art for the game (likely the initial 'UR cards' or equivalent) and performing their new group song from the Live Emotion Theme Song CD, 'Kirameki Emotion.' As with other similar games, there is possibly an option with less camera movement to negate potential motion sickness from long play sessions. The models used for Starish look the same/similar to those used in the recent 3D concerts (Song Parade, All Star Stage Music Universe, etc).

Beatmap Style: As seen in this clip, there are only 2 rhythm icons, (one on the left and one on the right) compared to Shining Live's 6. It is likely that this is an easy level of the song, and higher difficulties (hard, expert etc) will have more challenge with faster beatmaps, more touch types (swipe, tap, hold etc) and potentially more rhythm icons. The same tap noises from Shining Live are used.

User Interface: The score gauge in the top left (including ranks C, B, A, and S), and energy meter, and pause button in the top right are similar to Shining Live's layout.

Special Time Gauge: At the bottom of the screen is a 'Special Time Gauge' that raises with every rhythm icon hit (possible only perfects). Unknown what exactly this affects.

If you notice anything else, let me know! Otherwise it looks like we can look forward to mroe clips like this soon!

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Obi-Wan's look of exasperation when Anakin starts flirting with Padme the second he sees her will never not be funny

[licorishh]

i love og soap too much. my stomach hurts. i don't feel good.

[gayaristocrat]

“Aliens are in the ocean! There are UFOs flying in the sky. Blah blah blah” Ok but the real question is, are they here to fix human suffering? Are they going to stop the genocides? Will they fix the food shortage crisis? What about fixing health care? Will they solve the problem of increasing homeless rates? Because if not then I don’t care, sorry. There’s bigger issues going on in the world and people are dying. They should abduct a couple corrupt politicians, do some probing or dissections on them idc just get some of them out of here please!

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

i'm not sure how i feel about the archon quest as a whole but one thing that i can say is that i really like mavuika. so far throughout the story we've met archons who are all gods (in the eyes of their people at least) - and godhood, whether it ends up demanding devotion or fear, is something that undeniably seperates these archons from the people of their nations, as there's always this big "something" that people seem to believe makes a god "more" than them, and a lot of the time that seems to boil down to the idea that the gods are without flaws that are inherently human. obviously this is very much not the case in practice - it's arguably one of the main themes of the entire game that these systems of worship are flawed because the gods are inherently human in all the ways that actually matter - but the point is that people believe them to be flawless, so there's always this level of insincerity in their characters, whether they're in their role as a god or pretending to be human.

mavuika, on the other hand, almost seems to be the complete opposite of that - she is so, so sincere, to the point where it makes you suspicious of her intentions, because it's nearly the polar opposite of what we've gotten previously. and maybe she is just an incredibly honest person, which in and of itself is still very refreshing when it comes to archon characters, but i think a lot of it comes down to one thing - she's human, and the people of natlan see her as such. yes, she is still the archon, but she's not a god, and so they don't really revere her or worship her - they just extend the same level of respect to her that you would see people in other nations extend to their human leaders (take ningguang as an example.)

i think that having an archon who is so plainly honest and sincere - not just about their plans but about themselves, too - due to the fact that they are already seen as human and therefore don't need to maintain the perfection of a god is so useful for looking at how the archons are just as flawed and just as human as anyone else, and by extension how these systems of worship are flawed and almost redundant. we got another pretty obvious angle through furina - a human who was forced into the role of a god, and who played it perfectly - but having one who's just obviously human from the get-go is just. so nice.

[marlenacantswim]

hey gang, do we all agree that ten's massive ego and god complex (or rather those traits being especially prominent in his regeneration) were a direct result of what happened in Parting of the Ways?

"marlena what the fuck do you mean" okay well think about it; ninth doctor. fresh off the time war. thinks himself unlovable, unworthy of love. just did a double genocide, including against his own people. he's returning to his old ways of lallygagging around helping humans in a more-than-desperate attempt to repress his feelings and try to mimic the person he was before the war. he's so vulnerable.

enter rose tyler. to him? she's the most amazing person in the universe. he loves her, full stop. she makes him feel like maybe he's still capable of love, but does he really trust her love for him? after all, she doesn't really know him, does she?

all that comes to a head when rose tyler becomes the bad wolf. in that moment, she sees everything. everything everything. the doctor's past, and the doctor's future. every horrible thing they did and will do.

and in that moment, with all this truth streaming constantly into her brain, most amazing person in the universe rose tyler looks at him and goes "i want to save you. you are worth saving."

bro no fucking shit ten has a motherfucking god complex, jesus christ i would too!!!

now personally i think nine would have rationalized it and been relatively Normal 'bout all that noise had he survived onwards, but unfortunately he didn't, and so when the doctor's subconscious and the universe were holding hands deciding what their new little guy should be like... well, we're already making him just for her, and she loves him.

rose tyler loves me. she loved me even when she knew me.

i'm just saying, that "Bad Wolf chose to save me" to "the laws of time are mine to command" pipeline is a straight vertical drop only a few feet long.

[s0fter-sin]

vampire bats share mouthfuls of blood to other bats they’re close to if they weren’t able to feed and now i need old vampire!ghost sharing a bloody kiss with fledgling!soap, giving him mouthfuls of blood bc his fresh fangs are too sensitive to bite with

it’s been so long since he was turned that ghost’s forgotten the deep ache that comes with growing fangs and he almost worries when johnny goes to bite into the meal he’s brought him only to whimper and pull back; only the slightest pinpricks of a bite left in the man’s neck, barely enough to bring blood to the surface

it’s only when johnny whines and massages at his gums that ghost realises his oversight; crooning at his sweet mate in reassurance. he’s not upset that he couldn’t feed, at the unintentional rejection of his offering. he’ll make the pain stop

ghost pulls the man to his mouth and sinks in his fangs, sucking in a heavy mouthful and drops the now paralysed prey back to his feet; his throat steadily gushing with blood and spilling over his body

he cups johnny’s face, looking into his eyes, teary with pain and hunger, and purses his lips to carefully drip the blood into his mouth. the pain immediately vanishes from his eyes, replaced with pure bliss as he opens his mouth wide; curling his tongue to catch every drop. ghost presses his mouth to his in a hungry, blood-filled kiss; tongues twining together as they share the taste

johnny sucks the last of it from his lips and ghost guides him down to lap at the prey’s neck; licking up the blood he was too weak to draw himself. he’s ravenous with it, his whole face covered in red as he licks up the spill and suckles at ghost’s bite

ghost’s filled with an overwhelming pride at having provided for his mate in an even deeper way than just hunting for him. he spilled the blood johnny’s drinking; fed him in the most intimate way their kind knows and he’ll do it a hundred times over for his love

[dwln-22]

How would you think the psychology of robots goes, or to the best of your explanation, say they are close to developing the same way of human thinking, such as how they process events that the ordinary homo sapian would see as traumatic, life-altering even.

Thanks for the ask!

To be honest, I think they get closer and closer to being more "human" with each line of robots. Until in the future where they have reploids. I don't really know much about the X series so I won't comment on them.

But I think robot masters are already pretty close to human thinking. The way I see it, even Proto Man could comprehend traumatic events. So the literal prototype of robot masters could understand trauma and react to it already.

I think the way they process traumatic events is finding all the contradictions/changes it brings to their original understanding of things.

Like for example, originally Blues probably thought

"Dr Light would never purposely hurt me"

But after the "traumatic event", his original understanding is challenged because now he realises

"Dr Light is planning to do something that has a risk of erasing my whole identity"

So now his original understanding of Dr Light has to change because of this new information.

"Dr Light would never purposely hurt me"

⬇️

"Dr Light will do something that has a risk of hurting me"

With this new understanding, he acts on it accordingly. By running away to save himself. Then when he comes back and sees Rock and Roll, the same thing happens :D

"Dr Light misses me"

⬇️

"Dr Light has replaced me and doesn't need me anymore"

So basically, Dr Light's biggest mistake is allowing his robots to respond to events and act accordingly. Just kidding, they probably respond to all events like that.

I think they'd constantly be learning and understanding things more. The same process could apply to any other event. Like I dunno, if someone thought

"Leaning back on a chair doesn't have any bad consequences"

then event happens (the chair falls)

"Leaning back on a chair too much will make it fall :("

Just like how children experience the world and learn to understand things. So i suppose they process trauma just like how they'd process any other event. The difference is the impact on their understanding.

Like maybe Gemini man used to think,

"My clones are perfect, no one could ever overcome them!!"

Then event happens (Snake man exists and beats him)

Result? ⬇️

Gemini accepts that he isn't perfect? Hell no!

I don't think it would be that simple, the robots also have their own personalities and ways of interpreting things. For Gemini man specifically, his main takeaway from that situation is...

"Snakes = DANGER"

So, instead of learning that he isn't perfect, he just becomes scared of snakes. Amazing. He learnt basically nothing.

In conclusion, I think the way a robot processes trauma depends on their individual personality/experience. So, just like real humans, huh?

Dr Light was truly successful in making robots with consciousness, but maybe a little too well because tell me why the hell you need a mining robot with thoughts and feelings.