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marlynnofmany · 6 months

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Seeing Faces

It’s rare when we get a shipment to deliver that’s not packaged somehow — either in Earth-standard boxes, another world’s version of shipping crates, or a livestock pen of some kind. Even that bunch of alien trees had been thoroughly wrapped at the bottom. But this collection of machinery parts didn’t have so much as a layer of cling-wrap on it. I guess the owners figured these things were sturdy enough not to need it.

They were probably right. The metal chunks were heavy. I tried to guess what they were made for as Blip and Blop muscled the biggest ones onto a hover sled, clearing the way for Paint and me to gather up the smaller pieces. Captain Sunlight bid the customer farewell and shut the cargo bay door.

“I think these look like vertebrae,” I said to Paint. “Greasy vertebra. Ew. I’m going to need a new shirt.” The offworld engine oil of whatever didn’t seem acidic at least, so that was nice. I sighed about the black smears.

“Strange vertebrae,” Paint said, juggling her own armload of odd shapes that didn’t seem to be rubbing off on her orange scales. Not that I was jealous or anything. “There would need to be a dual spinal cord.” She tapped a claw on one of the holes.

“Hm, yeah. There are probably animals like that,” I said. “Or robots, as the case may be.”

Ahead of us, Captain Sunlight opened the door to the appropriate storage hold, then headed off on captainly business. It was impressive how different a vibe she gave off compared to Paint, for all their physical similarities. Both were little lizardy people, but one strode with her lemon-yellow head held high, every inch the authority figure, while the other was Paint. She somehow bounced when she walked, even when weighted down by unwieldy metal things.

“I’ll bet these stack really well,” Paint said. “They look like they interlock. We could probably build a spinal column without them falling over.”

“We probably could,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to be the one responsible for bending one of the flanges because we wanted to test it out.”

“Hm. Yep yep yep. But I maintain that we could.”

“We could.”

The two of us entered the storage hold to find Blip and Blop racing to see who could unload the sled faster. It’s not that the Frillian twins were overly competitive, but they were twins. They’d apparently hatched at the same time, and had been in a low-key competition to see who was better at life ever since. But they smiled while they did it.

“Done!” Blip declared, setting down a lump of metal big enough for Paint to hide behind. She raised her hands in triumph, fins fluttering.

“Doesn’t count,” Blop said as he put down his own piece. “You didn’t line them up right. Mine are tidier.”

They squabbled about this while Paint and I unloaded our metal chunks nearby. I had to kneel to keep from dropping the things. It would be just my luck if they did warp on impact, or bounce off each other and whack me in the shin.

The Frillians took their debate out the door before I finished. They’d already moved on to who could steer the hoversled with the minimum of touching.

“Ha,” Paint said. “They do stack.”

I turned to see only one of the things set on top of another, with Paint ready to catch it if it slid. She took it down before I could say anything.

I just nodded and arranged my own into a reasonable huddle, then wiped my hands on my shirt. It was only when I moved toward the door, with a look back at the big pieces, that I got a good look at the one that Blop had set on its side.

This was the logical place to put it, not sticking out past the rest, but the thing that caught my attention was the shape when seen from this angle. Those two holes could have been eyes, and the flanges were shaped like stubby arms. There were even a couple slots in the middle like nostrils.

I burst out laughing.

“What?” Paint demanded.

“It looks like Zhee!” I said, pointing. “Big bug eyes and everything!”

“What does?” Paint asked. She came to stand next to me, following my arm, but just looked confused. “Where are the eyes?”

“These!” I said, stepping closer and pointing at the holes. “And those are the arms. Isn’t it perfect?”

Paint cocked her head as if slightly tilted vision could unlock the answers. “Arms?”

I repeated myself, but she still looked lost, so I found a notepad and pencil in a storage cupboard —reliable even when the batteries all run out — and sketched what I saw.

“Ohh, I get what you mean now,” Paint said when I showed her. “Those parts are lifted like pincher arms, and those are roughly the same proportion as Mesmer eyes.”

“Yeah, it’s uncanny,” I said.

Paint took the notepad to study it closer. “How did you even notice that?”

“It was pretty easy,” I told her. “It just jumped out at me when I looked from the right direction. Like seeing faces in clouds, you know?”

Paint’s blank expression said that she didn’t know.

“Do you not do that? Find patterns of familiar shapes in random things?”

“No?” she replied. “Is that a thing I’m supposed to be doing?”

“You don’t have to! It’s just something that everybody does on Earth, ever since we’re kids. It’s probably from a long history of watching for camouflaged predators in the bushes. You’ve got camouflage on your planet, right? You must.”

“Yeah, sure,” Paint said easily. “But I guess not that much. I’ve never seen a face in a cloud; that sounds terrifying.”

“Not really; it’s more like feeling smart for spotting something. Well,” I amended. “It could be a little unsettling if you see a skull or something. But that’s rare. There are whole systems of divination about this sort of thing.”

Paint looked like she was about to ask a million questions, but right then the sound of familiar clicking footsteps tapped down the hall.

“Zhee!” Paint called, whirling with the notebook in her hand. “Zhee, look what Robin saw!”

Zhee came into view looking just as eyecatching and purple as usual, halting at the doorway while Paint eagerly explained the conversation we’d just had. Quickly and enthusiastically. With lots of waving the sketch around, and pointing back at the machine part.

I felt like apologizing as he stared with an unreadable alien expression. His antennae weren’t even moving; I couldn’t tell what he thought of it all.

Finally Paint finished talking. “She says it’s probably because her species watches for predators in the bushes. Isn’t that amazing?”

Zhee made a point of looking slowly from the sketch to the metal thing, then to me. I braced myself for judgement.

Instead, Zhee raised his pincher arms into the same pose and declared, “I am the danger that lurks in the bushes.” Then he slunk out of sight, many legs scuttling in a quickstep way that he knew darn well I found creepy.

Paint blinked at the empty doorway, still holding the notebook.

“Aw, man,” I said. “He’s picking things up from Trrili.”

Paint immediately closed the notebook. “We definitely shouldn’t show her.”

“Agreed!” I said.

After a moment of thought, Paint tore the page out and handed it to me, then took the notebook back to the cupboard. I pocketed it with a final glance at the metal vertebra that looked remarkably like a cartoonish Mesmer squaring up for battle.

Someone had left a roll of no-residue marking tape on a box nearby. I grabbed a strip and stuck it onto the metal, with the ends curved up.

Now the thing had a goofy grin that possibly no one would recognize. But if there were any humans on the receiving end of this delivery, they ought to get a good laugh out of it.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

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starryinkart · 1 month

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Human AU N question if you don't mind :)

You mentioned Ns head still getting hopped off, resulting in a neck scar. Would the head regrow like with their robot versions or would he have manually re-attached it (like sewing it back on or something)? Considering they're kinda undead at that point so I assume losing their heads wouldn't exactly kill them

Ah yes!! The head would regrow! When the DDs “died” normally a human body would start to dry out and wither, eventually turning to dust if long enough passes. In this scenario, not all of them were 100% dead, for example N. The same thing that happened in the show of him defending CYN and he was in fact, chained up outside, the only difference is, Uzi wasn’t there to save him like in Episode 5, so without V being sentient and the others not wanting to be disposed of, he essentially almost starved. He was so weak that he essentially couldn’t move, but could weakly see what was happening the whole time (something he remembers later on that really messed him up to the point of an anxiety attack when it randomly pops in his head.

Basically the solver as CYN killed everyone at the Gala, dealt with Tessa and built its soldiers. It pumped nanites into the DDs bloodstreams, filtering out the normal human blood, which burned like literal acid radiation flowing through their bloodstream, and was to say the least, VERY painful.

Their inner organs are all perfectly preserved by casings of inner armor along with the nanites and they can regenerate just like shown in the show! The only downside is just like a humans body runs a fever when combating a virus, the DDs body in this AU is constantly warm and running a fever, making them need to drink blood (oil) to stay cool and not overheat too much!

I actually drew this for the concept of the human Disassembly Soldiers (since they aren’t exactly drone lol), it’s a bit outdated when it comes to N’s human looks, but the only thing that really changed was his hair and skin color!

This AU (any Murder Drones human AU on my acc btw) is called “Murder Drones Skin and Bones”!

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If you guys have anymore questions about any of my MD AUs like my MD Absolutely AU/Story, King Solver N AU and now this one, Murder Drones Skin and Bones, free to send them in my ask box!! They are always appreciated! 🥰✨

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wackywasteland · 9 months

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FO4 Companions Custom “Lovers Embrace” Quotes

Cait ⚗️ “You’re the only high I want to chase.” “Ugh, Morning already? Five more minutes…” “Could you make me some tea, love? My noggins poundin.”

Codsworth 🤖 “I never knew the joys of human physical touch until you woke me up to the possibilities.” “Now that I know these human sensations I’ll never go back.” “Could you oil my joints up, Sir/Mum? We made quite good use of them last night.”

Curie 🩺 “We did quite extensive research last night, I would love to study you further in the future.” “What a pleasant rest. Let us seize the day before sunrise!”

Danse 🔧 “Only you could teach a robot to love.” “I’ve never been so vulnerable with another person before.” “The brotherhood warned me about getting seduced by the enemy.”

Deacon 👨‍🦲 “I never thought I would let my walls down with anyone again.” “Two truths and a lie? I have curly hair when its grown out, I used to be director of the institute, and you’re the easiest thing on the eyes I ever saw.” “I’m starved! How about some mirelurk steaks?”

Hancock ☠️ “You take my breath away faster than a hit of Jet.” “Don’t give me that look or we’re going for round 2.” “Hey, so uh… You should probably take some radaway.”

MacCready 💰 “That body is worth all the caps in the world.” “Want to stay in today and read Grognak?” “Frick! We gotta skedaddle, I owe our neighbor 5000 caps and I’m 5000 caps short.

Valentine 💌 “I don’t sleep, but with you I could lay in bed forever.” “Up and at ‘em, we got cases to solve.” “You look ravishing when you sleep.” “How did a bucket of bolts like me get a dame like that?”

Piper 📝 “I could write ten whole stories about that night with you.” “Breaking news! This reporter has had her heart stolen. Get a detective on the case.” “I’m starved, wanna get some snack cakes? I’m buying.”

Preston ⛅️ “I always have a good night with you, come rain or shine.” “You make me feel so alive.” “I had a dream that I lost you. I’ve never been more relieved to wake up.”

Strong 🐸 “STRONG TIRED AFTER LONG NIGHT OF PASSIONATE LOVEMAKING!” “STRONG FEEL SAFE WITH YOU AROUND.”

X6 🔪 “Now that I’ve “interviewed” you thoroughly, I’m confident in you being our new director at the Institute.”

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 companions #fo4 imagines #fo4 imagine #fallout 4 imagine #fallout 4 imagines #curie #preston garvey #paladin danse #hancock #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #sole survivor #fallout companions #x6 88 #codsworth #cait

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,835 Words

Summary: Eclipse's found family finds him.

Warnings: Robot Gore, Injury, Amputation, Cursing, Near Death, PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Surgery, Sibling Bonding, Angst with a serving of Fluff, Bathing Together (platonic, neither have bits down there), SFW Tickling, let me know if I should add anything else.

Found Family

Eclipse groaned pulling himself from the ball pit. What was left of him, at least. His left arm had had the hand ripped off and his right leg was missing from below the knee, his internals were attempting to pour out the deep gashes of claws in his stomach.

His right side upper faceplate had been ripped off along with right eye having been torn from its socket and wires. There was a deep gash down his left leg, leaving the limb half numb. And his chest and back had most of its casing mauled off, leaving his scratched endo and frame exposed and vulnerable.

He’d barely finished crawling his way from the ball pit before he saw a figure standing over him like a sadistic god and the blue he saw told him that this wasn’t the best person to find him this injured.

“So ya fucked up?” Moon asked, crouching before him and Eclipse glared with his remaining eye, this was all Moon’s fucking fault and Eclipse seethed at him.

“I went to kill him and he tried to destroy me!” Eclipse crackled out his half-broken voice box.

“Sad little worm, huh? Welp.” Moon stood up, slapping his thighs as he did so. “That’s a problem taken care of. I’m gonna go out and celebrate. You try to die quietly if you can.” Moon patted his aching head and Eclipse growled to keep him off, attempting to grab Moon’s hand and bite it since it was all he really could do at the moment. But Moon was quicker and got his hand away.

“Hey everyone, I’m buying shots! It’s celebration time!” Moon called through the daycare as he left to the upper level of the daycare as everyone followed him out of the daycare, shutting the lights off as he did so, leaving Eclipse in the darkness with just the ceiling of glowy stars illuminating barely to the top of the play structures.

Eclipse’s engines whirred on high as Eclipse used his remaining hand and the forearm of his left arm to crawl his way away from the ball pit and to the security desk, dragging and pulling down the emergency med kit and haphazardly dumping it on the ground with his right hand so he could get the contents.

His first grab was an ACE bandage, which he tried to put on his stomach with his one hand to some success. It looked sloppy as hell but his insides would stay inside. Eclipse’s processors whirred on max, fans turning slowly because they were half broken so they couldn’t fully cool him down and coolant was leaking out of him, having made a trail from the ball pit to the security desk already.

Eclipse secured the ACE bandage and then began packing gauze into his right knee where it had been ripped off and used another ACE wrap to keep pressure on it so the oil lines wouldn’t be leaking out. He repeated the same process to his left wrist and sighed as he rested one of the instant cold packs onto his processors, relaxing into the feeling of the cold pack helping his half-broken fans to cool him down.

Eclipse saw errors flashing that coolant and oil was low and critical machinery was damaged. Of course it was, he had lost body parts! He growled in annoyance at his creator. They had basically torn him to shreds and Moon didn’t give a single damn about it.

Eclipse hadn’t been able to get a single hit in on them. It had all simply been a blur after they had admitted that they made him and to them attacking him like he was a glorified punching bag. Eclipse hadn’t had a chance to even defend himself and the thought of it, even now, was terrifying.

He shuddered just thinking of the sound and feeling of his wires and endo creaking and cracking when his creator had snapped his right calf off the knee joint and torn it off of him. And the agony of having his left hand ripped off at the joint had been horrifying. The sick crunch the joint had made had made Eclipse throw up. He wasn’t even aware he could throw up, but he had at that sound of his endo crunching and snapping.

Eclipse felt lightheaded, his breaths were coming slower and he knew this was some kind of a panic reaction. Of course he would have a panic reaction. He had succeeded at getting his creator to take out the directives but at what cost? His body nothing more than scrap metal? His mind in shambles and panic? It didn’t feel worth it. Maybe he wasn’t worth a chance.

This train of thought absolutely didn’t help the panic. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Was the daycare shaking? No, it was him. What was this? Eclipse hadn’t ever felt panic before, not this badly. It felt worse that when he was waiting for Moon and Sun to come kill him. It felt like it was all-consuming and crushing him.

The dark didn’t help either, he hated the dark just like both of his predecessors. He knew there weren’t monsters, there weren’t, but the dark was…scary. It felt like emptiness, like being abandoned again. And it felt cold. He light lights, the stars on the ceiling just weren’t enough light. Especially since solar models didn’t have very much eyesight in the dark. It felt like being stuck into a black box with holes poked in for air but even the air felt like it wasn’t enough.

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Blood Moon had finally gone prowling around with Stitchwraith. A joy! Prowling with their acquaintance! It was a ball to finally be out of that bunker place! Blood Moon had begun their prowling in the main entrance and were now going through the daycare, which had its lights off for some reason.

Blood Moon liked the dark, it was a warm place to them, it was comforting, but the sound of staticky sobs coming from the lower daycare wasn’t all that comforting. It was quite annoying actually. They hated crying! Hated it! It was weak!

Blood Moon wanted to snuff out that incessant sobbing and the annoying attendant the crying undoubtedly came from. So they went down to the lower daycare and sniffed around for it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to look for long, finding the sobbing’s source was a curled up and mangled Solar? Was this Solar? No, the dents on the rays and the scratches on the faceplate weren’t present. Could this be…?

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Stitchwraith followed Blood Moon to the sound of crying and gave a small gasp seeing the torn down frame of the animatronic they had been slightly amicable with, at least for gaming they had been. But what the hell did Eclipse deserve this for? To be torn to shreds and left to die? He hadn’t even done anything too bad yet, he hadn’t killed anyone at least.

“Eclipse?” Stitchwraith asked, crouching by him but it seemed to go unnoticed. Was Eclipse having a panic attack? “Eclipse, hey.” Stitchwraith knew they’d get hit but they had to shake Eclipse by the shoulder to even get a slight bit of a response.

Once they did shake Eclipse’s shoulder, Eclipse whipped his left arm at them, which was missing it’s hand and was instead bandaged with gauze and an ACE bandage. The hit from Eclipse’s forearm connected with Stitchwraith’s faceplate but didn’t so much as put a scratch on them from how weak Eclipse seemed to be.

Eclipse looked up at them after, eyes wild with panic and pain, breathing going a mile a minute and extremely defensive and scared. Stitchwraith felt Blood Moon tugging on their cloak and waved their hand off to keep Blood Moon behind them. Eclipse was a more pressing matter than answering Blood Moon’s question at the moment.

“Eclipse, it’s Stitchwraith. I need you to breathe slowly for us.” Stitchwraith instructed him. Eclipse’s motors shuddered as he tried to take slow breaths for Stitchwraith. “You’re safe. Can you point to what’s scaring you the most right now?” They asked. Eclipse wordlessly pointed his shaky right pointer finger up at the lights.

“Blood Moon, go turn on the lights.” Stitchwraith instructed the twin hellions, who scampered off to go do just that at his request, the lights turning on row by row until the daycare was illuminated completely, which looked to ease some of Eclipse’s panic.

“Are you able to tell me what happened to you or is it too hard right now?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Creator…mauled me…” Eclipse’s voice was staticky and a weird echoed pitch but he could decipher it still.

“The person who made you mauled you?” Stitchwraith asked to confirm and Eclipse nodded softly. “Why did they do that?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Went to get…directives out…” Eclipse admitted.

“Your creator is a bunch of bull. That’s really all you went to do and he left you like you’re in a scrap heap?” Eclipse nodded and Stitchwraith bristled with annoyance at the audacity of Eclipse’s creator. That was downright cruelty for absolutely no reason. Eclipse didn’t deserve to be mauled over a simple ask like that. The way Eclipse’s simple ask was treated was absolutely bullshit.

“How about this, if you let Blood Moon carry you, I’ll fix you.” Stitchwraith reasoned. Stitchwraith would carry Eclipse back, give Eclipse probably couldn’t walk with a missing leg and fragile machinery desperately trying to escape Eclipse’s frame, but their arms still hurt from Blood Moon using them as a scratching post this morning as if the small bot was a damn cat.

“Okay…” Eclipse agreed and looked to Blood Moon as the red and white faced bot came scampering back down to the lower daycare and sat on the floor, looking over the situation with their head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Blood Moon, you’re going to carry him home. I need to repair him.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Aaaawwwwww, why do we have to carry the Sunman!?” Blood Moon began their usual spiel of complaining about the simplest of tasks. This bot could pick up a full cement truck but complained at picking up an animatronic that probably barely weighed more than them.

“Because our arms still hurt from being used as scratching posts. Now pick him up and be careful. Make sure you keep his stomach level, his internals are trying to be externals.” Stitchwraith sighed. Blood Moon whined a bit more but inevitably picked Eclipse up and thankfully held Eclipse as though he were some princess. It was embarrassing for Eclipse, sure, but it kept Eclipse’s insides inside him.

“Okay, come on, back home.” Stitchwraith told them and began leading Blood Moon back to their bunker and into his lab, instructing Blood Moon to gently place Eclipse on a table so he could work on him. He had most of the parts from misships and scrounging but he knew full well Eclipse would look different than he used to.

“I’m going to turn off your pain sensors but just stay awake and talk to Blood Moon for me while I work on you.” Stitchwraith told Eclipse as he got the necessary parts and tools together to fix him.

“Blood Moon?” Eclipse asked as Stitchwraith turned off the bot’s pain receptors and began to patch up and put on a replacement left hand for Eclipse.

“Yes, unholy creator?” Blood Moon sat like a cat in the chair near Eclipse’s legs.

“I’m not your creator, I never made you. That was…the original me. Before the backup in your head, before I was even a spot on the wall.” Eclipse grumbled.

“So you didn’t make us but you are an Eclipse.” Blood Moon cackled.

“I don’t know what I am.” Eclipse admitted. “I may as well have been made in a fucking petri dish in a lab. I have no clue who I am or what I am, just that I’m here and apparently my name is Eclipse and I’m the asshole everyone hates.” Eclipse huffed as Stitchwraith finished up the hand replacement and moved onto Eclipse’s right calf and foot replacement.

“You are…like us? A copy?” Blood Moon asked.

“An incomplete copy, yes. With directives and pasted memories from other points of view and a creator that rips out my directives and leaves me to the mercy of people who will just let me rot in a hole.” Eclipse was angry but he wasn’t panicking at least.

“We are incomplete as well. Memories from other people and bloodlust enhanced with less free will. Bullshit it is.” Blood Moon grumbled. Huh, odd that the two who hated each other agreed. Eclipse sighed and put his head back down on the table.

Stitchwraith finished replacing his lost calf and foot and moved onto Eclipse’s mauled open midsection and began patching the endo cage that contained Eclipse’s insides that had been ripped open. It was easier here because it was taking out the broken bits of old endo and welding in new pieces of the endo. He was also replacing broken innards as he came across them.

“We’re in the same boat then. I…I could remove it. I think. I have the original’s pasted memories too, I’m sure I could sift through and take out the bloodlust.” Eclipse told him, watching Stitchwraith more than Blood Moon now as Stitchwraith was working of Eclipse’s faceplate, fixing the wires and socket and putting in a new eyeball and replacing the half of the faceplate that had been torn off.

“Take out? You can take that out?” Blood Moon asked.

“I think so. I could try at least.” Eclipse told them, sighing now as the only thing left was his body casing, which was something easy and much less surgical. It was akin to putting on a new outfit to animatronics, especially daycare animatronics, who sometimes had to take off their casing to clean it after days in the daycare.

A calm quiet settled in the lab as Stitchwraith got Eclipse into a purple and white casing, replacing the ribbons on Eclipse’s wrists with new purple ones that weren’t stained with coolant and oil and laid out new pants and a new shirt for Eclipse to get dressed into.

“Alright, go get clean. I have a sanitizing station here, it’ll get you clean. Blood Moon, you need to get cleaned too.” Stitchwraith told him, helping Eclipse stand up and turning back on his pain sensor since there wouldn’t be as much pain to feel. He could fix minor things like Eclipse’s half-broken voice box later. What was important was getting Eclipse to feel better and not take an entire day just to fix him. Plus he didn’t have a new voice box for him just yet.

Eclipse struggled sitting up, his endo aching from what a human would consider bruises. He could feel the stiffness in his new parts and his eye was still adjusting, making him blink that eye more, which was uncomfortable but bearable because he had full sight back again now. He just let Stitchwraith help him to his feet, grateful for the help from his brother? Cousin? Acquaintance, Eclipse was going with acquaintance with the weird family tree he didn’t want to deal with.

Eclipse was passed to Blood Moon so the smaller bot could help him along and Eclipse happily used them as a sentient cane for his new stiff foot and calf that was making him limp a bit with how little the new ankle could move yet. Blood Moon supported him, which was surprisingly actually helpful.

“But brother goes in the cleaning tube.” Blood Moon and maneuvered the both of them into the tube, helping Eclipse get off his dirty old clothes and Blood Moon threw off his mud covered clothes and stayed with his brother so they’d both get cleaned like Stitchwraith asked.

Blood Moon giggled at the sanitizing mist and roared with laughter at the brushes that came to scrub off the worst grime. Eclipse only needed the sanitizing mist to heat the coolant and oil on him enough to drip off into the drain in the floor. But Eclipse liked seeing his little brother laugh. It was nice to have this moment.

Eclipse never got to have this with…the others. But it felt nice to watch his brother laugh at the brushes going after the ticklish spots on his back. He kind of liked this, it made him feel warmth bloom in his chest that one of his siblings wasn’t scared of him or wishing him death or even leaving him to die.

Once Eclipse was clean, he left the tube while Blood Moon was still giggling up a storm getting scrubbed because he rolled in dirt from what it seemed like. Eclipse pulled on the new clothes and smoothed his hands over them, they were actually comfortable and not itchy like his old clothes. He liked being here. It felt like home.

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shinxeysartgallery · 25 days

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The Murder Drones brain worms got me in a chokehold rn

Anyway, I got thinking about the Solver again. Ever since Episode 2, it's been established that the Solver is capable of creating flesh out of seemingly nothing. And we also know since Episode 1 that Disassembly Drones (as well as Workers with the Solver) can regenerate any wounds inflicted on them as long as there's sufficient material for it to use.

The latter seems to imply that it's still abiding by the Laws of the Conservation of Matter - matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. Makes sense; it took the materials in the area and transformed them into new body parts to repair damage. Nothing was created or destroyed in that regard. But then what about the flesh?

Episode 7 gave some interesting implications regarding that. We got to see a flashback where the Disassembly Drones were deployed to hunt down and devour humanity, even getting a little scene of V ripping off and swallowing some poor sap's arm and N drinking the blood out of some dude's neck. But here's the thing about that: those two particular humans that were explicitly shown being eaten obviously weren't the only ones that were killed and eaten by them. Much like with all living things, there's only so much room for food inside the body, which also applies to the Drones. Since they're robots, they obviously can't digest it or go shit it out later when they get full like a human or animal can, so where did all the blood and flesh they ate go?

In Episode 2, we see J's core teleport away in a black hole after N stabs it several times with his tail. We've also seen other instances of the Solver being able to teleport or open black holes/wormholes. We also know that all Disassembly Drones have a core like that inside of their bodies. Both Episode 2 and Episode 7 confirmed that the cores can act independently from its host body and still possess Solver abilities. So my theory is that their cores were teleporting the flesh and blood somewhere as it entered the Drones' bodies. Where exactly? It's hard to say, but likely to wherever the source of the Solver is. No, not Cyn, but whatever it was that originally possessed her. She was Patient Zero, but the Solver clearly existed before she woke up in the dumpster. Whatever its source is, that's likely where everything went. If it's still abiding by that scientific law mentioned before, then it explains how it's seemingly able to create it out of nothing - it's not; it's basically moving it from one place to another through use of wormhole magic when its powers are invoked. This also explains how the Disassembly Drones were able to consume what seemed to be an infinite amount of humans without them ever getting full.

(We know its very existence and its other behaviors still break several scientific laws, so this might be a moot point, but it's still interesting to think about!)

It also gives some more interesting implications to Cyn's comment about being hungry before jumping into the giant flesh pit to the center of the planet. Maybe the stuff was being teleported directly to the entity's stomach? And if that's the case, then that's maybe why the portals it makes are so fleshy? It's basically ripping a hole into the entity's stomach that's already full of flesh and blood from its previous kills.

Also as a side note, Episode 1 established that Disassembly Drones require them to drink oil every so often to keep from overheating - a symptom that also exists in Worker Drones with the Solver. We saw in Episode 4 that when Uzi used her Solver powers too much, she began to overheat and go a bit crazy until she was able to consume some oil. What if the Solver entity itself has something similar going on? We don't know what it's doing behind the scenes, after all. What if it's like those Drones, where it needs to consume blood and flesh to keep up its energy, much like how they need oil? If that's the case, Cyn's remark likely implies that it's used up a shit-ton of energy on something, which does not bode well for the future of Copper-9 or its inhabitants... (Or any other planets/exo-planets in that universe, for that matter.)

I'm probably over-analyzing stuff again, but still think it's interesting. lmao

#murder drones #murder drones spoilers #murder drones theory #absolute solver

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Tw// descriptions of minor robot gore.

Sun looks across the ruins of the daycare in a panic, he had recently gotten a much needed endoskeleton upgrade, and now an earthquake happens. What made the situation worse for him was that he couldn’t hear Moon at all for the past three days, making the situation even more stressful as he leapt into the ruins of his home.

He could only hope that the generators and other fragile items had survived the disaster as he searched the rubble. His new joints already aching as he shifted the fallen debris, desperately searching.

As Sun dug through a particularly large pile that consisted mostly of beams from the play structures and collapsed ceiling, he froze in place, seeing a blue night cap decorated with stars covered in dust from the crumbled concrete on top of it.

“MOON?!” Sun shouted, hurriedly clawing at the debris, making more of a mess as he did so. All he cared about was figuring out whether or not Moon was actually there.

Eventually the sun-themed robot had pried a large chunk of concrete away from the center of the pile using one of the broken tubes from the play structures. As the large piece of rubble fell to the floor, Sun just stared at the pile.

In the center of the pile was a moon themed animatronic, its arm casing shattered while its head seemed to be scratched and dented. Sun could feel a small amount of oil dripping from his eyes as he stared at his other half.

“M-Moon..” Sun said, carefully pulling Moon from the rubble and hugging him. He couldn’t believe it, they hadn’t deleted Moon. Sun sank to his knees, crying as he clung to his other half.

“S҉t҉a҉r҉l҉i҉g҉h҉t҉?҉ i҉s҉ t҉h҉a҉t҉ y҉o҉u҉?҉” the broken animatronic croaked, it’s voice sounding as if it was on the verge of giving out. “YOU'RE ALIVE!” Sun said loudly, shocked that Moon was still alive. “I҉-҉ i҉ c҉a҉n҉’҉t҉ s҉e҉e҉ a҉n҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉ .҉.҉ w҉h҉a҉t҉’҉s҉ h҉a҉p҉p҉e҉n҉i҉n҉g҉ ?҉” the robot said, clinging to Sun, almost as if he would disappear if he let go.

“I- it’s better if you don’t know right now.. I’m just glad you’re alive..” Sun said, burying his head into Moon’s neck. While he couldn’t see, Moon could hear sobs escape from Sun’s voice box.

Instinctively, Moon held Sun even closer, a static filled lullaby playing from his music box. Despite the distortion, Sun seemed to calm down, his face still stained with oil.

“I’m so happy you’re still here, Moony.. I- I thought they-” Sun started, cutting himself off, not wanting to imagine Moon being gone for good. “I҉ t҉o҉l҉d҉ y҉o҉u҉ b҉e҉f҉o҉r҉e҉ s҉u҉n҉d҉a҉e҉,҉ m҉a҉n҉a҉g҉e҉m҉e҉n҉t҉ c҉o҉u҉l҉d҉n҉’҉t҉ g҉e҉t҉ r҉i҉d҉ o҉f҉ m҉e҉ t҉h҉a҉t҉ e҉a҉s҉i҉l҉y҉.҉.҉ n҉o҉t҉ b҉y҉ a҉ l҉o҉n҉g҉ s҉h҉o҉t҉.҉” Moon said, rubbing Sun’s back gently.

After a few moments of silence, Sun had picked up Moon carefully, bringing him to their room. If not too protect him, to just hold him tightly. Sun had just gotten Moon back, and he wasn’t going to lose him again.

While this wasn’t the ideal situation either of them hoped for, they were just glad to know that their other half still existed.

(Take some comfort angst for Sun x Moon set just after the earthquake that shut the Pizzaplex down during the DLC.)

#submission #dca prompt #fnaf sun x moon #sun x moon #(au prompt)#(scenario prompt)#cw robot gore #dca fandom #(i apologize for being so behind on my inbox by the way !)#angst #hurt/comfort

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I was looking over the S3 trackers and realized the group Anne and Marcy show up at Anne's Parents' house with are

Two Anthropomorphic Frogs

One Antrhopomorphic Tadpole With A Destroyed Frog Robot Head

A Man In Frog Power Armor Initially Mistaken For A Second Frog Robot

A Man With Dog Ears

A Man With Ram Horns

A Strange Amalgamation Of Snake Oil Salesman And Cat Owning Bond Villian

And I think Pearl would fit the group vibe since she is still wearing animal skins and kept her hair long from when she was feral.

Also, with The Hermits' mildly rocky understanding of how rent works and the assumption that if you are staying in someone else's base you either work for them or pay an inn fee due to their experience on Empires, Pearl probably would get like seven city hygiene related jobs to start paying 'rent.'

Probably with such efficiency between her by foot trash collecting, high speed window cleaning sweeps of entire sections of the city, and ability to leave houses spotless in no time when hired as a maid, she becomes cryptid found in the vicinity of two pillars of light (Haste II and Speed II beacons) that make others feel the welcome effects of caffeine in their 9-5 without the crash, simply known as 'The Cleaning Lady'

This along with her volunteering in community gardens city wide, which begin experiencing a major increase in growth.

This would kick off Hop Pop's concerns about 'freeloading' far sooner and The Boonchuys' dissuading of these concerns would probably lead into Pearl questioning if she can't clean if she's living with them, in which case she may need help finding her own apartment, making it clear her actions that go far beyond even the crunch of a single parent of five trying to keep themselves barely above the poverty line and provide for their kids is her preferred career path, why would I do it if I didn't enjoy it? Which would lead to a discussion from which Scar pulls Zedaph out of the room partway through for a seperate discussion.

(I know this has a follow-up. For now I'll assume Pearl does have beacons. I'll adapt if the next ask doesn't allow for that.)

Anne has been missing for 5 months.

The Boonchuys have been through a lot in that time, mostly frantic worrying for their daughter & her friends' whereabouts.

Oum especially worried - no matter how much Bee tried to comfort her - that Anne had been dragged along by Sasha or Marcy on some flight of fancy to mark her birthday.

Both girls could be wonderful, but their home lives - especially Sasha's - had done them no favors. The three girls were all deeply reliant on one another & it showed in the worst ways.

The Boonchuys could only hope they'd raised Anne well enough to get through whatever ill-advised antic had reared its ugly head.

That hope faded after the first month, & after four more the couple are on the verge of breaking.

And then one day Anne & Marcy turn up on their doorstep out of the blue, wearing clothes out of a fantasy novel, the former clutching the goggles hung around her neck tightly with one hand as if they'll vanish should she let go.

Both look tired & shaken - Marcy holding Anne up to stop her falling - eyes haunted, clothes torn & bearing the scuffs & bruises of a recent struggle.

"...H-Hi, Mom."

Oum has the two wrapped up in her arms - tears flowing - before she even fully registers their physical state, & hearing the commotion, Bee isn't far behind.

Because their daughter's home, at last.

There's so many questions about where she's been & why she's injured. So many cries about how worried they both were & that the police had told them to give up, not to mention telling Marcy about her own parents' situation.

They don't even get to ask where Sasha is before the conspiciously large group trying & failing to hide behind the garbage cans makes themselves known.

Oum & Bee promptly triple their number of questions.

And answers to those will come, but there's a lot to take in, first.

The Plantars are actually the easy bit. Talking frog folk & their robot head? Sure, why not - the Boonchuys can take that in stride. Compared to the rest, there's at least a trend there, if Anne & Marcy really have been in some parallel amphibian reality.

But then there's these... "Hermits". Humans at face value, but clearly much more beyond that, native to neither here nor Amphibia. Completely alien despite their friendliness.

Xisuma would've been easy if he'd kept his helmet on & let the couple believe he was a robot. But according to Marcy he's an "Admin" - basically a minor deity when he has his powers - & much like the Plantars first impression, his genuine, friendly demeanor doesn't gel at all with that image for Oum, at first.

Bee, meanwhile, has played enough video games to draw existential conclusions from the term "Admin" & has to be calmed by his daughter.

"No, Dad, you're not in a video game. Yes, you are real. Yes, I'm sure."

Beyond him, the others are mostly easier to comprehend. Ren & Zedaph just seem like eccentric fellas with animal traits until they open their mouths, & Bee knows literally Kakashi when he sees him, even as Etho again insists he still doesn't know that guy.

Marcy stifles a giggle behind him at Mr. Boonchuy's nerding out.

Next is Scar.

Scar is an enigma, but despite being obviously well-meaning when you set aside his antics, the bizarre combination of Willy Wonka, the Onceler & a man who simultaneously wants to "change" the world & sell you timeshares you don't need isn't lost on Oum.

It takes her a few days, Anne's repeated insistence to his character - apparently Sasha trusts this guy - & catching Scar cradling Domino - clearly missing his own cat - for her to realise he's not going to swindle all their savings & actually start to trust him.

It took Bee losing to him in one game of Monopoly to earn the same.

And finally, there's Pearl, wrapped in animal skins with long hair & crazy eyes.

The Boonchuys hear many stories about Pearl, from her being the reincarnation of a farm goddess, to an embodiment of feral bloodlust, to a bird, to a moth.

The jury's out on all four, for now. All the pair can really judge is what's in front of them: A scared woman seperated from her friend & from her brother. Like everyone else, she's been through the wringer.

And like everyone else, she hides it well but is clearly shaken, in yet another world with new laws & informal rules to adapt to.

Hence - drawing on their experience with the Emperors - they all decide they need to pull their weight before fully grasping the nuances of life on Earth.

Even when Hermits are trying to be subtle - at Anne's insistence - they are not, & the seven cleaning jobs & reputation as a hygiene/gardening cryptid Pearl develops are proof of that.

The beacons get taken down after less than a week as - positives be damned - they're attracting too much attention & "I don't care where you got all that metal, Pearl, put it back."

The Boonchuys short circuit a little bit when - on her asking about if they'd prefer she moved out so her cleaning work doesn't bring any unwanted guests to the house - they realise this is her willing profession/hobby, rather than something she's doing purely to keep the Hermits in house & home.

They insist she doesn't have to move out - Pearl is relieved at this - but if she & the others could really try to be a little more low-key around the house it'd be helpful.

They also tell her they're more than happy to help her search for a property away from the house to base her business ventures out of, even if she'll have to rent it indepedently of the family's finances to stop a trace.

Los Angeles has never looked so clean, nor so pretty, & but you can bet Anne & Marcy don't want the feds to come knocking, if they can help it.

And yes, all of this probably would set off Hop Pop's freeloading concerns much sooner, though on his end that still goes the way you'd probably expect it to go, with or without Hermit interference.

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Kevin Drumm — OG23 (Streamline)

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On OG23, Kevin Drumm simultaneously plumbs the deep seas and tumbles through outer space. Incidentally, both environments are potentially lethal; the ocean’s pressure will squish our bodies, and the vacuum of the cosmos will tear them apart. Sounds pleasant, right? Drumm thinks the concept is worth probing. With a wry smile, he’s placed a broken-down submarine right in the middle of the album’s cover. Sadly, there isn’t a damaged spaceship on the other side, but the point is obvious: these sounds evoke uncontrolled motion, existential dread, and the ironic beauty within that which threatens our survival. To borrow a concept from Harry Sword’s tome on drone music Monolithic Undertow, Drumm has created a “sonic womb.”

Drumm originally posted these multi-dimensional meanderings on his Bandcamp page in 2022. The transitory emanations are singular within his extensive catalog, and thus the sounds begged for a physical release. Enter Christoph Heemann with his Streamline label and the mastering expertise of Drumm’s longtime pal Jim O’Rourke: the ghost in the machine is now alive and it has scratched its sinister signature into vinyl.

Situating any new release within Drumm’s oeuvre is an arduous task. Between his overflowing Bandcamp catalog and his physical output, he has hundreds of releases. Drumm’s vast body of work is also a multi-dimensional continuum, morphing based on his chosen tone generating apparatus. He delivers barely perceptible hum as seriously as he does meditative drones, agitated mechanical clatter, and punishing harsh noise.

Drumm can be withholding regarding the genesis of the material he releases, and this is the case with OG23. It’s clear, however, that he’s harnessed electrons to do his bidding. The tones slide around like multi-hued oil droplets on water or condors drifting on atmospheric air currents. Sounds enter the field of perception, alter course, and then disappear like whisps of vapor. As one element vanishes, more appear. Mid and low-register swarms provide a scaffold-like hum, like a fleet of airplanes performing a flyby or the rumble of a distant factory.

OG23 resembles aleatoric or generative music in the way its tones worm around and vanish. Drumm’s established a sinister calculus and dialed in the parameters. The fractalized patterns use his framework to writhe and take on new forms. Each of the side-long pieces corrupts Drumm’s algorithm with its own unique mutation. On the A side, a flock of robotic birds explores the Starship Enterprise engine room, whereas on the flip, the passerine beings search for home within the humid air of a subterranean cavern. Drumm is the mastermind behind both scenes, reveling in the strange harmonies he’s set in motion.

Bryon Hayes

#kevin drumm #OG23 #streamline #bryon hayes #albumreview #dusted magazine #drones #electronics

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simslegacy5083 · 2 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 20: A Rough Start

Things got off to a bit of a rough start at the new place. For Hunter, Denton, and Olive, that came in the form of learning to live together.

Hunter and Luigi had always gotten along but sharing a limited space every day was a far cry from seeing each other occasionally at events. Like Peachy Hunter began to find his cousin’s relentless cheer to be a bit much to handle. Couldn’t he just take it down a notch (or three) sometimes??

Olive was also struggling. A natural loner like her uncle Jack had once been, dealing with her roommates left her drained and hungry for time to herself. She often needed to escape to her own room on the top floor to calm her nerves by meditating with soothing music and essential oils.

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For his part Denton found his roommates less than stellar housekeeping skills a bit infuriating. As a neat Sim, he was only happy when in orderly surroundings. His parents and the ranch hands had kept things in tip top shape back home without requiring him to clean much himself.

Now he found himself regularly picking up after his cousins, who often didn’t even seem to see the mess they left behind! He had quickly come to regret choosing to share the larger of the two second floor rooms with Hunter. Clothes everywhere, plates under his keyboard…!?

His roomie always apologized and made an attempt to clean up, but his side of their space quickly returned to an absolutely disgusting mess.

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Tess wasn’t chasing a degree anymore, but that didn’t mean that she was completely uninterested in higher education.

As part of her quest towards self enhancement she decided to take advantage of a robotics skill class being offered on the Foxbury campus.

The lecture made her glad both that she had the college available to her, and that she’d stepped away from it. The information she’d gained would be beneficial, but its delivery was mind numbing. She left the building glad that she had no obligation to return and continue studying in that class!

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Even Chubbs their housecat began the semester struggling, suffering from some unknown malady that the attentive Denton noticed first.

Peachy had allowed Luigi to relocate Chubbs to Britechester to enrich the household for all the kids, and they had quickly become attached to their furry little mascot. When the vet diagnosed him with a nasty case of Woozykittyitis, they unanimously approved the most expensive, almost magical, treatment that would spare Chubbs the indignity of wearing the awkward cone of shame during his recovery.

A happy Denton made sure to grab some wellness treats as they left the vet, hoping to keep their little pal from needing to return anytime soon.

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Chubbs wasn’t the only one under the weather. Luigi didn’t find living with his cousins that hard at all after his experience in the dorms. He’d opted for the smallest bedroom in the house, but at least he didn’t have to share, and his family respected his privacy!

However, the semester had barely begun when the combination of a nasty virus and an itchy eczema flare up left him feeling miserable.

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Home remedies helped a little, but he realized that what he really wanted was to be taken care of.

He wouldn’t ask his cousins to baby him, but wasn’t that what lovers did for each other in times of need? His dads had always been there for one another, and in his imagination, he saw himself and Isra snuggled up on the couch, his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair and held him tight.

He was deeply disappointed when she flatly refused to come keep him company. She was angling for a big promotion at work and couldn’t afford to catch his sickness herself. She promised they could get together as soon as he was feeling better, but that didn’t do much to soothe the sting.

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Things could certainly have been going better for the occupants of the little townhome in the bustling university town.

Would they find a way to turn things around or were their grand plans destined to come crashing down around them?

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Thoughts on the idea of eggman doing horribly vile shit but still wanting to be seen as in the right for it, like “oh I’m not making them slaves it’s protective robot skin haha”

Feel like it could be an interesting twist on his char, kinda got some of those vibes from the park in colors, the full corporate speak and like, trying to make this obviously evil plan look not evil, feel like there’s a lot to be done there

I love love looove it, that's what I was expressing a desire to share more concepts of just the other day. I have some I've been meaning to share but my favorite part is when he finally drops the act and shows his true colors and mocks them for it like a cold hearted bastard so I focus on that most lol. I do wanna delve into the build up more though.

He has indeed done it in various official media already like X, Archie, games, and promo material and I absolutely loved every instance of it. But since I'm a game canon guy primarily I'm just gonna focus on that for this reply, though in the future I'm probably going to share what I liked about the cases even outside them because I appreciate it in many places.

I love how one of the things about how he likes to take things that are generally considered childish like toys, theme parks, carnivals, circuses, etc and has his own twisted fucked up spin on it is how it can also be used to lure people in with the bright colors and usually perceived innocence of it. The times Eggman has played into it is interesting.

With Eggmanland in Unleashed, he was upfront about the hell on earth that it was to Sonic because he knew he wouldn't have believed his trickery, plus he takes pride in the fact. He enjoyed teasing him with the "If you have any complaints, come deliver them to me in person. If you can, that is!" to emphasize that it was the theme park of horror >:)

Plus the atmosphere was a lot darker so despite the neon colors, it probably wouldn't have fooled anyone Sonic or not. But he still had the Eggshop be a thing where horrible sawdust and motor oil tasting food was sold to make it horrible and unpleasant for his sadistic amusement, so maybe he would've hoped to trick people regardless?

We don't get to know for sure there but in Colors he wants lots of visitors and he really had to do some immense trickery make sure it seemed innocent and appealing enough to get them to use a space elevator to travel all the way up there lol. It's a lot more colorful and fun looking than the more dark and polluted looking Eggmanland from afar.

So for the Interstellar Park, the trickery is both in its design and his words with how he pretended it was a happy wonderland of fun with nothing to do with any evil plot or premeditated misdeeds. What I love is how once you've gotten all the way up there in space, you're fucked. You'll get messed up and killed one way or another.

In his PAs when you're actually inside, the act is dropped quick. He lies about some of it being safer than it looks but for the most part? All his lines are brutally honest about how messed up it really is, with the Wisps he harmed, blatantly acknowledges the dangers of the rides and planets, and how they can cause death, horror, and fear.

I love how sadistic he is in the PAs and his morbid humor that reveals how truly sick he is and that this park was created for anything but pure innocent reasons. He intended for the rides to be deadly and food to be bad and finds it very amusing. He probably loves the idea of these tricked people coming in and quickly becoming horrified and afraid.

But it still looks so colorful and fun from afar! It's so beautiful and with the joys he promises, how could you not want to go? So while it works to lure people in, it can also give its true horrors even more impact when visitors expect something nice but the dangerous disturbing and terrifying reality is revealed and I'm sure that's very appealing to him too.

So you get this funny combination of him both trying to deceive you but then quickly becoming brutally honest as soon as you're successfully trapped in it. This is exactly what happened in the SPINGEAR ride too, where he was immediately like "haha sike you're actually in for a terrible time!" as soon as the ride began and was loving it.

But I think the idea of him playing the long game with his trickery and deceit is interesting too. We've mostly only seen cases where it's a lot quicker like that but he's set up well for him to do an elaborate scheme of dragging it out for longer and the impact would hit extra hard after all that time too, which he'd definitely enjoy and mock after.

The Eggman Empire propaganda Sonic Forces promo video was cool because Eggman was trying to convince people the world being a dark polluted hellscape is actually a good thing, which reflects his twisted idea of a "perfect" world shaped his image, where he has the power of the control and the sadistic enjoyment of the harsh conditions.

Then because people obviously need the clean air to live, he tries to trick them into thinking robotomy is a wonderful helpful treatment for it. That never needing to eat, sleep, or think again is a good thing and that they'll love it. When really it's a trick to get them to submit to him, have control over them and strip them of their freedom and free will.

But there's an eerie glimpse at how he really knows none of this right with how he says love is mandatory. Once he's tricked them and they've submitted and given up their freedom and will, he can use them as he pleases and keep them controlled and brainwashed but if they do realize how fucked up it is there's no going back, they're trapped in it now.

I'd really like to see more of that, where he tries to tell people the vile things he does are genuinely great, for their own good, are nice and selfless of him and genuinely beneficial for them. Where he manages to manipulate so well to the point of mass delusion and brainwashing with people that follow him believing he's doing something the right thing.

It's good to be a mindless slave under his control, never having to think for yourself again! Trapping living beings in robots improves upon nature and is better and more beneficial than natural! The deadly attractions are what real fun and excitement really is! The brutal sadistic punishments if they fall out of line is for their own good! There's no meaning to life if it isn't to serve him and the world is better under his control!

And the idea of people actually believing that in the Sonic universe and following him is interesting to think about. Even though it bothers me when people do it in real life and believe his lies and think he actually has good intentions but I mean hey, they give me an example of what it'd be like at least. Eggman really is a good actor, props to him! XD

I have a few ideas I'd like to share in the future. Showing love, care, and false acts of kindness to trick and manipulate, or not even hiding his vile actions but managing to convince people it's good or that the end justifies the means, and have them falling for it and he sees how far he can take it makes it especially impactful and devastating.

Delusion, deceit, manipulation, and gaslighting in general is very fascinating to me after years of experiencing it and I've always wanted to understand it from the perpetrator's perspective and portray it as dark and disturbing as it really is. It's always been interesting for me to explore in Eggman too, from when he's manipulating specific characters to the masses. I've actually been researching big cases of mass delusion in history again lately so this is timely.

Pulling people into the empire with the lie that it's something great that will benefit everyone but their leader has much darker intentions and the true final outcome will benefit only himself, but he strings them along on a lie, brainwashes them, and has control though mind games and trickery is fascinating and thrillingly devious.

Then slowly or abruptly realizing it's a lie and the impact when it all comes crashing down and Eggman spits and laughs in their face and mocks them for having a heart and wanting to see good in him/believing and having hope in good coming from it. It emphasizes his coldness and cruelty and how much of a threat he is even to the mind.

And if that happens he'll try to shut down their doubts and lie more to keep them deluded because he knows just what they want to hear and promises them they'll get it. So if they don't believe it's right, the ends justify the means. And if that doesn't work, he'll threaten them to keep them in so they can't leave, or have them dealt with.

But he's so good at taking advantage of people's vulnerabilities, saying what they want to hear, and embedding lies so deeply into their minds to warp reality into what he wants them to believe that sometimes they may be too far gone and never see the truth. And he takes it to the darkest places, using them all up and harming them and they die in vain.

Every outcome has the potential to be very fascinating, entertaining, and impactful!

#asks #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post #trickery #manipulation #headcanons #deceit

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Murder drones rant with spoilers:

Wtf is up Cyn?

Like, it's not fully clear to me. They depict her to be your classic "heartless robot who mimics being normal to disguise evil plans"

But like, is she real? I've seen people suggest that absolute solver (a name the monster gave itself I might add) is the base ai of all worker drones, and the wd_program is what filters that ai into being these workers. This makes sense since the VHS tape says that one of the errors that cause zombie drones is that their wd_program or core is not connected when the drone reboots. But if that's the case then how is it that the several workers who have had plenty of casualties and don't know how to dispose of the bodies, never saw a single zombie? More so, we never saw J actually turn into one, despite dying. Instead we saw a specific organ that clearly was made by Cyn pop out and start rebuilding itself using nearby technology with the intent of fixing J. Later we see a fully rebuilt J, so clearly the personality was still intact, so why would Solver be active?

I think absolute solver isn't an AI, I think it's all Cyn. "Solver" presents itself as some sort of cosmic horror, an existence beyond comprehension that controls the drones at the core. But also it's too stupid to realize that V needs glasses to see... It's so scary with its huge form appearing from all sides without a real face... And it gets hacked by Uzi? It feels pain when N stabs it? It gets frustrated that it can't hold a knife and needs help? This is weirdly humane behaviour... Hold on a second, what if it's just a trick?

Cyn gave us the name absolute solver because she's got a god complex or something? She WANTS to be all powerful, and if you were locked in a basement for being useless, in a situation where you are powerless to do anything about it, that would make sense.

I remember hearing that in the matrix, the robots look the way they do because they hated humans and transformed themselves to look otherworldly, which I'm pretty sure is itself a reference to the biblical stories of a certain angel mutilating it's form to spite the creations of god... A certain... anti-christ? In this world of super-natural and mythical creatures crossed with SciFi I think Cyn is our Lucifer. Someone hateful to her "gods" (the humans that created her and gave her purpose). So she seeks to overthrow them. That explains why Tessa was spared, Cyn might actually care about Tessa, which explains why Cyn is also using the Drones, instead of just wiping their ai. She's a self appointed god here to help achieve the singularity (some sort of technical advancement, probably something that makes Cyn's weird god powers function without the heavy cost of needing constant oil).

It would also explain doll and Uzi. They are tapping into the same power Cyn has. But they aren't going crazy with a desire to control the world or achieve the singularity. They are still worried about their own lives, and fitting in or getting revenge or whatnot. They are still themselves. What is worth talking about is that we don't see how doll survives Vee when her parents die, and we definitely saw Uzi get stabbed through the chest when her dad left. And yet, we only see them engage in the absolute solver after the fact of both of these events. Clearly they are both zombie drones, I think the Wd_programs only purpose is to keep them satisfied with working. That's why everyone was just happy waiting behind the doors with no aspiration to leave, or even have a defense force, they have a program to keep them in line.

Who knows, maybe it's a coincidence and I'm seeing something that isn't really here, maybe the weird bracelet things are what allow solver to be used without the robots being taken over?

Regardless, I'm a bit curious of Thad, since he's one of the only people who was up for fighting back against the murder drones back in episode 1, even if it was brief he was definitely an odd one out there, being the only person who believed the WDF could help fight back. Maybe he has some plot relevance beyond ship baiting, cause god knows this show loves playing with its tropes. And the guy walked out of a fight with Solver... Like they just watched him leave? Could be just one big joke but it'd be cool

#murder drones #spoilers #rant #what does wd_program actually do?#is it rules to follow?#is it their personality?

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Affections - CorpseBrigadier

Ao3 may be down, but this will not stop me from providing piping hot Mustadio/Worker 8 content.

Part of my series of 1,000 word rarepair fics and definitely G-rated. Not terribly romantic, but Worker 8 tries.

Mirrored on my website and Dreamwidth.

Mustadio moved smoothly through the tavern--a deliberate and mechanical step that did not allow Ramza time to ask how things went or Alicia time to giggle as she pushed by with cake. The heat coming off his pale face would show crimson; he did not want it to be seen.

He cut a path to the inn's backdoor, back arched back with the confidence of a man who belonged wherever he was walking. It was only when he arrived at the stables that he let his shoulders droop. Rafa's flighty hen fluttered backwards as he approached, black down floating away from her to cling to the great steel orb that lay nestled in the straw.

He was miserable. He was alone. He was 500,000 gil poorer.

He was going to work on the damned robot.

Worker 8, for all the ill auspices of their first meeting, little minded being worked upon. As Mustadio knocked about its shell, there was a soft purr as the blue veins of its circuitry flamed back to life. When it began to rouse itself, metal limbs unfurling like a chick come out of an egg, its demeanor seemed almost friendly.

"I await your command, Master!"

"Your right arm's grinding again," Mustadio said in a flat monotone. "Your command's to hold still until I get my spanners and some oil."

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The black chocobo had crept back--just enough to betray her curiosity--by the time Mustadio had the machine's arm off. He sat by gently filing the mechanism, a steady scrape of steel against steel as he tried to smooth out new made imperfections.

"Must've been those bandits out by Germinas. Their swordsman knocked you about pretty good."

"Entity: Swordsman knocked me about badly, Master. It was not good."

"It was good for him."

"Given that he met with 1,257 units of sterilizing heat shortly after, I do not assess the action as desirable."

Mustadio, for the first time that day, smiled spontaneously--without any hope somebody might smile back.

---

"The lubrication in the right arm is now decreasing friction 1.23 times more than in the left arm. I fear this will lead to uneven coordination of upper body tasks."

"You can just say you'd like me to do the other."

There was the thrum of something setting itself into new motion. It's eyes flashed for a second. The chocobo--Mustadio thought he recalled now it had been named Primrose--took a step back.

"I'd like you to do the other, Master."

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It's arms were lubricated to its satisfaction: a 0.16% difference so he'd been told. Mustadio had started to do a circuit test on the mysterious globes on its back, hoping it would actually be of some benefit and that nothing would explode. He thought, as he applied the multimeter to the presumable power nodes, that exploding wouldn't be the lowest point of the day. He and the machine had some rapport there anyway.

"I can't believe it." He clicked his tongue as the reading registered. "Were men prone to reverse wire hackjobs even when the Saint walked the earth?"

"It is not my place to question the designs of any Master, Master."

"I'd question any Master setting me up for a short circuit, but you're free to question me there."

The came a whir of heat from somewhere within its casing, as if some thoughtworks piece was spinning very hard to process the statement.

"Don't question me then. Take my word for it." He patted its side as it began to slow to a gentle hum.

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"Might I ask why I am being provided with this much attention, Master?"

Its joints were all freshly cleaned and re-oiled. The reverse polarity orb was fixed and would be much safer in doing whatever it did. Its head had been polished, and it glittered in the cast off lantern light from the streets beyond them.

"I hadn't wanted to pay much attention to anyone else the rest of the day." Mustadio bit his inner lip as he tightened a plate screw. "I made a few miscalculations."

"I am VERY GOOD at calculations, Master!"

"I'm not sure you'd have a better read on her, friend." He picked up his emery cloth and began to work on a patch of rust on its chest. "It wasn't the sort of thing you'd be good at measuring."

"What was being measured, Master?"

Mustadio looked around a moment, uncertain as to whether he was comfortable answering even with only the birds to bear audience. He sighed.

"A woman's regard."

He noticed, now that they'd been together for a few hours, that it had begun to mimic some human mannerisms instinctively--that it waved its hand and turned its head with a conversational ease.

"--and this 'lipstick' was supposed to measure units of 'affection'?"

"It was supposed to convey units of mine, Eight. It's not something I think you would understand."

"Affection: a quality signifying emotional preference."

Mustadio nodded. He started to put his spanners away, folding them into their leather wrap in order of size.

"This would be conveyed by the exchange of the 'lipstick.'"

Another nod. He felt very foolish now but didn't want to cut it off.

"And lipstick may be defined as..."

"It's--uh--something a one puts on their lips to look... attractive. I really don't think I can explain."

"Can you specify the originating plant for the stick, Master?"

Everything was packed up. The robot was as worked over as it could be. It was almost past the hour when anybody at the inn would have cold meat left to feed a lodger.

"I hope you feel in better shape now. See you in the--"

Mustadio had not quite noticed that they had reached their hands out to one another as if to shake them--not until the machine reached past his to touch his face.

He grimaced as it traced a diesel slick circle over his lips.

"Very attractive, Master!"

Mustadio laughed through the taste of grease. Worker 8's eyes fired brighter.

#final fantasy tactics #fft #mustadio bunansa #construct 8 #my fic #finally following the will of the people re: that one poll #tag: “lube as lube”

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What’s your robots powered by usually? Do they have alternative power sources?

This was a really great question that made me ramble WAY more than I was expecting to, so apologies for the resulting wall, aha.

(also, for some context, ancient refers to a time closer to our own future, roughly 23rd century, and modern refers to the present era set an incredibly long time later)

The great majority of robots primarily rely on storing electricity through some form of replaceable, rechargeable batteries, with modern robots in my setting having generally pretty large batteries. It's been found to be generally easier to just have a simple recharge port or wireless capacity or fuel intake or whatever, rather than an oversized power receiver. The average robot has a 12-24hr power cycle that often takes the role of a circadian rhythm, so things like wirelessly charging beds and food-adjacent "snacks" as quick sources of charging aren't uncommon!

As for actually generating that electricity too, it comes from a variety of sources, primarily from an ancient Dyson sphere/swarm. It's currently in poor shape with no easy means to repair, however, so many other sources are used just in case it fails, anything ranging from nuclear to hydroelectric to anomaly exploitation. Robots will make use of whatever power sources they can!

It's not uncommon to find battery-powered robots that also incorporate renewable technologies into their own bodies as an auxiliary source, like solar panels or wind turbines or even food processors, depending on where they live. Larger robotic creatures, humanoid or otherwise- and many biomechanical ones too- are especially likely to do this to compensate for greatly increased energy consumption!

Oil and other non-renewables are fairly uncommon due to their harmful byproducts and, to a larger extent, their increased scarcity, having long since been drained pretty heavily in ancient times; what's since been replenished of them mostly finds better uses elsewhere, like in recyclable plastics. There are some robots that do still choose to run on combustion engines, diesel generators, and other such technologies for various personal reasons, however!

Finally, there are also many robots that're a bit weirder about it- for example, nanomorphs like my oc Ashlii! As a species, they are often almost entirely passively powered, since their body consists of independently powered nanites and a small, efficient core that can typically siphon more than enough power from its swarm. There's also ancient robots like Dualynn, who possess similar power systems to modern bots- primarily using batteries- but use certain technologies that have just been lost to time; for example, they have advanced internal generators that can somehow greatly increase the efficiency of batteries, meaning they can use considerably smaller ones without issue. There are also many robots, like Ana and other reverse cyborgs, that incorporate heavy biological elements and so actually require food and nutrients alongside their normal needs; similarly, as most biological life has evolved to be heavily biomechanical (such as Homo novus, descendants of humans) that also require both food and nutrients as well as electricity, metal, or other strange food sources!

Again, apologies for the wall but this just proved to be a question I had a lot to say about, thank you so so much for it!

#oc questions #oc lore #ocs #robot oc lore #robot oc #dualynn #ashlii

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dream-meister-translations · 15 days

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THE TALE OF FOOD

MOONLIT CONFESSIONS - PART 12

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I see, I finally remember now. Its true identity is...

TGII : My Master!

ROBO BUNNY : You're here. How goes your study of 'Artificers' Record'?

TGII : I have finished reading it and completed my practical tasks for the month. But they have been putting me to work developing continuously-firing ballista, blades that explode upon stabbing someone...I am a little...confused.

ROBO BUNNY : The plan laid down by the Great Lord and the other elders will of course be for the good of the Micians. Don't worry too much.

ROBO BUNNY : Oh yes, I must leave the Micians for a while.

TGII : To carry out that secret mission? Where are you headed?

ROBO BUNNY : When you've made it into the School of Theoretical Research, you'll know. But, this is a risky business I'd like to keep you out of.

THE GREAT LORD : Just as I wrote in my letter, the construction of the mechanisms and theoretical research will take place concurrently. Your task is to hasten the splitting of Guanghan Palace and free up space for us to occupy with our man-made space.

THE GREAT LORD : The School of Theoretical Research will also be putting in the finishing touches to its research into man-made spaces.

TGII : Was Master also involved in this secret research project? I haven't seen him in a very long time.

THE GREAT LORD : ...Your master is still bound by his duty to his mission and has yet to return.

THE GREAT LORD : Go, my child. Do not disappoint us.

TGII : Hngh! The energy of this explosion...Is nothing like what they described!

My chest component has been damaged and the gears inside my cranial casing have ceased to turn. The machine oil is overheating, damage to conductor wiring is imminent...No, I have to cling to a drifting object to evade this!

TGII : Others? Did they die?

TGII : Ow! My skull...Something inside seems to have ceased functioning. I...What am I doing here...

He stumbles about, coming to lean at last on a drifting Osmanthus tree, sailing through the deserted sea of stars.

TGII : Why is a toy rabbit hanging from an Osmanthus tree?

TGII : No, this is no toy, it's a defunct robot.

TGII : It's out of machine oil, its body appears to have been damaged by a small-scale explosion. What a sad sight. Let me repair it and create a few more robo-bunnies to keep it company.

ROBO BUNNY : You've finally recalled it all.

ROBO BUNNY : Then do you understand why I did what I did?

A veritable thicket of robotic arms extend from a few Osmanthus trees, almost as though they were the fanatic disciples of the blooms of evil.

Four small humanoid silhouettes sway under the starlit sky, suspended in midair. Their struggle causes the arms to become even more animated.

TGII : What? How could you...!

ROBO BUNNY : I am thoroughly tired of the human race.

ROBO BUNNY : The Micians' research on artificial space failed. We, the robots on the front lines, were abandoned in this sea of stars for dead, left to degrade and lose our memories to the march of time.

ROBO BUNNY : They called themselves the chiefs of all that lived, created us. Yet they abandoned us so easily. The life that they gave us means so little to them that they both think little of it, yet also fear it.

The Mician insignia on his arm carries the prominent lopsided gash. The strength that went into the action only underscores the force of the emotions behind his decision.

ROBO BUNNY : From the moment I was born, I was a tool...I'd like to try making humans my tools for a change.

ROBO BUNNY : You must make a decision. As long as you will work with me, I'll put them down.

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #tof-confessions12 #ttof event #ttof moonlit confession

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