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ask-human-lancer · 2 years

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*I FINALLY have access to the Internets again! I’m sure there’s lots of questions you good eggs want to ask me!!

#Lancer #Deltarune Lancer #Human Lancer #Deltarune #Undertale #Mortalrune #ask-human-lancer

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foolartqwq · 9 months

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I love them

#art #my art #deltarune #oc #digital art #deltarune seam #seam deltarune #human seam #original character #deltarune lancer #human lancer #wholesome

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zillychu · 3 months

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Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.

Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.

Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.

Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.

Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?

The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.

The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.

But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?

#Danny Phantom #zilly squeaks #btw i very much hc that ghosts are so intrinsically WRONG to all our senses that Phantom basically has a built in de-recognition spell #people surmise he's a young adult but that's about it #like they can see him perfectly but their brains refuse to connect his face to a human face #anyway i have brainworms this Friday night. how are y'all doing #kinda want Danny's friends and classmates to be terrified of Phantom #as a treat #(the treat is for me)#also there's not enough Mr. Lancer i love that man #by the way if anyone wants to write this #uhhhhh STRONG possibility I'd make you a ton of art for it #if you'd like to collab even. hit me up

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puppetmaster13u · 6 days

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Prompt 282

Billy is… having a lot of fun actually. Which isn’t something he was expecting today, but y’know what? Why not. Why not get dragged into this game with interdimensional beings?

Why not join a class of semi-primordial beings by getting smuggled in one of their hoodies into shapeshifting class because he’s ‘just a lil guy’! The Phantom siblings and Amity are great! And Solomon hasn’t told him not to yet, nor has the sort-of Marvel hivemind, so honestly nothing could go wrong here. Oh hey Freddy, you got grabbed too?

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #All of Team Phantom are now helping smuggling the baby magic heroes #Yes the entire team is now learning how to shapeshift & more magic #in normal human child form #They’ve gotten semi adopted by the entire class #Lancer when he realizes is so exasperated #The ghost teachers? Find it Hilarious #Yes the team all use their new shapeshifting to their advantage #This includes turning into animals and mythical creatures for Fun #They’ve all learned how to fight Amity-Style #Marvel are inwardly hysterically laughing at their current Mortal Champion #The Gods are not helping by actively encouraging the shenanigans

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m3lssposts · 1 year

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#remember that old twonamy cartoon ?? what was it name again ??#nah I'm terrible at making jokes www #deltavember #my doodles #deltarune #the fun gang deltarune #lancer #dark jack lancer #susie deltarune #susie #kris #kris the human #kris dreemurr #ralsei #ralsei deltarune

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the-n3w3st-g1rl-g1rl · 8 months

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buncha doodles. most of these were from memory

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thatrandomautist · 13 days

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I know everyone makes fun of the mechs that have weirdly human feet, but our feet are like? Really good at what they do?

Our toes have a purpose and that’s to make sure you don’t eat shit every time you turn or try to run! A lot of our ability to balance on two feet is thanks to the muscles in our feet and toes!

They allow us to turn quickly and at speed which are two things you want your combat mech to be doing! Nothing bipedal has hoofs for a reason.

#mech’s like the metal mark would eat shit if it tried to pivot like a human can #lancer #lancer TTRPG

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ghostlysage · 5 months

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vacancy in the stars

hi folks! i know its been awhile since ive come to this platform, but i hope you all have been well! life has been taking a lot of twisty turnsies and i havent drawn a lot. however, i will share some of my personal favorites <3333

to all of you out there seeing this right now, you are amazing. you got this 💗

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king-magppi · 2 years

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BRINGING BACK THE HUMANIZED SPADE FAM BECAUSE I NEEDED TO DRAW THEM! ENJOY!♡

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whereshadowsthrive · 7 months

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Closer

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Socket is so real for trying to boop the murder train’s snoot.

Socket’s out here like “I’m joining the war on Cleo Petrol on the side of Cleo Petrol” and frankly so am I.

#lancer #LancerRPG #mecha #human #Cleo Petrol #socket #my oc #digital art #yea I’m posting this at 5 am whatever

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bunnieswithknives · 8 months

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Drew my and my friend's Lancer characters. One of these is a human and the other's an ai, guess which is which :3

#A human who wants to be a robot vs a robot who wants to be human FIGHT #jk they besties #ocs #friends oc #lancer rpg #we havent started the campaign yet but I am so excited #digital art #body horror #android #cyborg #robot

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ask-human-lancer · 2 years

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Fell?? :00

((Original version from 2019 under the cut!))

He definitely got a glow-up 😤

#Deltarune #Deltafell #Underfell #Undertale #UTDR #Mortalrune #Lancer #Deltarune Lancer #Human Lancer #Fell Lancer #Ask #ask-human-lancer

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horizoncollective · 8 months

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Does Horizon support the ungratefuls in their continued illegal occupation of Ludra's World

"Illegal occupation" lmao. They were there ages before the first Ludra set foot on that moon.

You'll get slightly different explanations of what different people in the HC think would be best, but we are all in agreement that the best route for the moon is for House Ludra NOT to be in power and for the indigenous people of Sanjak to determine what should become of their moon.

I'm in the Outer Rim and don't follow Karrakin politics with the close scrutiny of people who live close to the baronies, but it's very obvious that this isn't even a debate. The official chapters in Karrakin space have no doubt written extensively on what they think the best course is for the future, but I guarantee that you will not find a single one of us who doesn't want the Ludras to get out of there. The unofficial chapters in the same region are probably doing some good ol' direct action.

OMETEOTL, one of our best thinkers, has some zines out about this, but I don't think anyone on any of the space stations I hang out at has made any hard copies of them. They'll be on the omninet to download. Check out some of the other OMETEOTL stuff about how social hierarchies are bad and how workers' rights are critical and you'll see why none of us are condemning the Ungratefuls.

#lancer rpg #karrakin trade baronies #ludra's world #horizon collective #OMETEOTL is mentioned only briefly in canon but I have my headcanons about who they are and I think it's a group of humans and a free NHP

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giantmonstermash · 10 months

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"Humanity", she thought, sitting in the hangers and watching a hazy whorl of grey dance around her fingers, a strange chittering buzz following with its motions in her mind, "is a funny thing."

What marked someone as a person? She wasn't some Anthro-Chauvinist, beating their chest about the greatness of mankind: The last time they had any say, the Deimos Incident happened, and everyone knew how that turned out.

The Union, drove to its knees. The First Contact Accords. And N.H.P.s came into the world, howling, thrashing, overpowering in their wonder and terrifying in their splendor.

She hummed softly, watching the comparatively miniscule Greywash swarm land across her hand, giggling and marveling as they settled into a silvery coat across her hand in a strangely ticklish wave.

Non-Human Persons: Paracausal beings that could only safely interact with humanity as a whole when caged, shackled, and pared down in Caskets. Almost literal godsends for any sort of computational work, solving problems that would take a human millennia to process and input.

"And yet, just so they can interact and be, their shackling needs renewed every few weeks and cycled every few years, so they can properly understand us."

She tilted her head, looking at the settled Greywash on her arm, and felt for the connection that was ever-present at the back of her mind.

"And if it weren't for all that mess, I wouldn't have you, wouldn't I, love?"

A presence distinctly behind her, one that she'd grown so used to, so connected to that the thought of anything severing that bond made her very soul ache, rumbled like distant thunder in her mind, and a rush of "-WarmthEmbraceAcceptanceAgreementLoveYouToo-" parsed through her in a tide that left her almost breathless.

She was so young when she heard about them: Beings that had to chain themselves down, carve themselves to fit, just to communicate with humanity. She couldn't help but think of how lonely they must've felt, at the time: How much making themselves fit had to hurt. Then again, "She" had thought herself a "He", at the time.

And then, he became she, and she wanted to fit, too: To stop feeling like a square peg, crushed and ground into a round hole until her sides bled and she choked and wanted to scream-

The presence curled around her mind in moments, like a hurricane coiling around its eye: There, overwhelmingly present, and yet every bit as gentle as a summer breeze, a white-noise murmuring of "-SafeHappyWe'reHereShapeIsBetterNow-" filling her as she finally remembered to breathe, RA Take It All-

In Four, Out Eight.

In Four... Out Eight. Ragged breaths slowly smoothed out, and she felt herself start to relax. "I-I'm fine now, love. Thank you."

The hurricane chirred in her mind, curled around her still, just like the grey tendrils that had coiled around her when-

"Oh." She looked, staring up into a single, softly glowing lavender eye that gazed down curiously, one car-sized hand cradling her while millions of Greywash drones held her tightly, anchoring her there and pressing close in an imitation of an embrace.

... And then, she'd found Them. Rather, They had found her: Offered to help, with all the innocent whimsy of someone seeing a turtle on its back, before flipping it over.

They'd only needed moments to hijack and print out a way to reach her, and then...

All was silent and calm.

She fell, and fell, and fell, into a blooming sea of a million-billion minds. As one, they looked. As one, they spoke. As one, they acted.

"WELCOME HOME, O ERRANT DAUGHTER."

And they were her, and she was the sea, and the sea was Acceptance, Warmth, and Love.

And all was silent and calm.

When she woke up from... that, she could feel herself settling in ways she'd barely recognized, like a machine freshly repaired by loving hands, every part cleaned, oiled, and finally fitting right...

And she gawped.

Something... buzzed, in her mind: A shard of the sea, gleaming, vibrant, loving and there. "-NewBrightHappyWhoAmI?"

She'd sat, all but struck mute, for a good long while. They'd left a fragment of themselves with her: Fledgling, strange, and curious about everything. There were many moments as her body finally, well and truly began to fit where she'd had to push down bubbling waves of laughter at their more strange questions, choke back tears at their more tragic ones, and watched them become.

To say that their growth had been exponential when they'd found any forms of data was an understatement: Information was analyzed, categorized, and compiled in moments.

Of course, she hadn't been slow on the uptake, either: Not to the (frankly) insane degree as her new partner, but she'd directed her efforts... elsewhere.

She stood, the Greywash floating apart and parting around her like water around a stone, and raised her hands. The cockpit of her mech, her Balor, bloomed open, and the swarm of nanites drew her in. Her partner had learned everything immaterial that they could. She'd learned to pilot: To make a mech dance, to clamp onto an enemy, hold together against a storm of lead, reach through data, and drag systems to a screeching, screaming halt.

Anyone else would have been eviscerated by the Greywash of her mech: Their very molecules ripped apart to feed and fuel the Grey'.

She was not Anybody Else: She was Kassandra Kal'lai, and this was her Balor: Her swarm.

The aperture closed quietly behind her, and she sighed as she finally felt comfortable again, cradled in the heart of her mech as the Greywash folded and pressed itself around her. She curled herself into the seat and pressed her head to the back of her seat, listening to the soft thrum of the machine's reactor: The resting heartbeat of a half-awake colossus, humming a sleepy lullaby to her.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and fell.

"Goodnight, love."

And the silver sea embraced her, once again. "-GoodnightSleepTightDon'tLetTheEgregoreBite.-"

And all was silent and calm.

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ferronickel · 1 month

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So what's up with kris being non-existent?

I tried searching your blog a little but couldn't find anything related to it, so I thought it would be easier to ask.

I wouldn't say they're exactly non-existent in Looking Glasses, I'd say they're more... haunting the narrative.

I wanted the setup of the comic to mirror the setup for Deltarune. Kris and Noelle are in their first semester of college, and the Looking Glasses gang are waiting for them to come back home for winter break. The comic is also set up to take place over a week, much the same as the game.

One of the things I'm most interested in examining in this comic is how relationships evolve and grow when some of your friends move away for college. So when Kris left, they broke up with Ralsei, whereas Noelle and Susie stayed together. Everyone is still friends, but those friendships have become more complicated as the characters move into adulthood.