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the-lron-maiden · 1 year
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artsy-hobbitses · 10 months
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So I JUST came back from the opening night for Transformers: Rise Of The Beasts (We apparently get it earlier than the US) and:
1. If y’all worried this is gonna be some Michael Bay dumpster fire, breathe easy. He’s a producer but it’s very similar to the Bumblebee movie in heart and soul. These robots FEEL and EMOTE and there’s a scene between Airazor and Primal which crushed me (no pun intended) and really hits at what they’ve had to sacrifice to keep earth safe. It feels human, world-eating eldritch gods and transforming vehicles be damned. It feels like the franchise is in good hands!
2. Mirage is not ‘Mirage’. We know that. I, as an original!Rich Bastard Mirage stan know that, but GIVEN THAT, ROTB!Mirage is genuinely so likable that it doesn’t even matter. He and Noah Diaz have just as profound a relationship as Charlie and Bee do and I am ALL for writers finally understanding how to write Transformers-Human relationships.
3. Peru and its people play a lot more heavily in the narrative than expected/aren’t just locale candy. Which is fantastic.
4. Very interesting parallels between Noah and OP who are veterans suffering from soldier tunnel vision (resulting in Primal going through a bit of a Broken Pedestal moment when he meets with this Proto-Prime he was named after for the first time).
5. Non-annoying human characters my beloved 💖
All in all is it high art? Nah bitch, it’s Transformers, but it’s exactly what I wanted going into Transformers (And it’s not just G1 easter eggs! There’s appearances of Maximals who aren’t even in the animated series/are comic-exclusive!) and is clearly made by people love the material and who give a shit, and I’d definitely recommend it!
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cryingaboutit1514 · 3 months
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hellllllo I am back yet again with another request because that was toooooooooooo good Do you mind doing a smut story about Ukimama and his harem? I feel like it would be fun to read lmao
Totally ok if you don’t feel like taking it up tho 💜 love your work 💜💜💜
Authors note: I got you bruv finally getting to this days later bc I forgot how to write a plot Summary: Uki and his beloved harem decide to hang out at the bar. However, Shoto gets jealous of Fufu-chan because he keeps hogging all of Uki-mama's attention that bitch Contains: tipsy guys flirting, suggestive content, alcohol, is a story that contains some sexual content 🔞 kinda short bc wtf am I doing again Pairing: Top!Uki Violeta x Bottom!Shoto (since I did Psyborg last time and also I want an excuse to make ukimama a top) Minors dni or dont idgaf
Uki laughs, a melodious sound as he props his chin on his hand. Club music plays in the background and chatter is all around them. His eyes sparkle playfully. "Oh? Fufu-chan, you're too cute."
"That may be so, but you're much cuter, Ukiki," Fulgar replies smoothly, a finger tracing the rim of his shot glass. The three sit at the bar, the bartenders whirling around and mixing drinks with ease.
"I feel like I'm third wheeling," Shoto laughs, taking a sip of his drink.
"You are," Fulgar practically chirps, winking at Shoto.
"Don't be a bitch," Uki reprimands gently, slapping Fulgar's arm affectionately. "I enjoy being with you both equally."
"yeah, jackass," Shoto retorts. The two males stop punching each other's arm, honestly just being men and it makes Uki laugh. It was cute how the two of them fight for Uki's attention every time they hang out. He watches them with a smile on his lips.
"Let's settle this. I bet Uki likes being with me more!" Fulgar takes Uki's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. Uki, surprised, lets him. "Let's dance, Ukiki!"
"Dance?" Uki echoes, a bit nervous. "I guess I can drop it down low but-"
Fulgar pulls Uki close, an arm wrapped around Uki's waist. "Oh, I bet you can."
"Hey!" Shoto calls as Fulgar guides the Psychic to the dance floor. The demon slayer grumbles, "This cocksucker." He swigs another drink, slams it down on the table and pushes past the dancing masses to follow them.
Fulgar is dancing like an absolute lunatic and even doing the Robot. Uki relaxes with a giggle, going with the flow of the upbeat music. He looks up at Fulgar who gazes down at him with soft eyes with his shit-eating grin.
It seemed like the world zoomed in on just these two, the Psychic and the Cyborg.
That is, until the Demon Slayer entered the picture.
A hand catches Uki's wrist and drags him elsewhere. Uki glances to see who it, about ready to bitch slap the person who thought I was a good idea to interrupt. He paused, realizing it was Shoto, brows furrowed and a slight pout to his lips.
'Oh?' Uki thinks, a smirk curling. 'Someone's jealous.'
Shoto drags him to a couch and plops down, tugging on Uki's sleeve. Uki obediently sits next to him, crossing his legs and turning to Shoto, eyebrow raised.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Shoto mutters, refusing to look Uki in the eye. "I didn't want to be by myself."
"So you dragged me away from Fulgar?" Uki knew better, since he was a Psychic and all.
"He's not even that cool anyway," Shoto argues, finally looking at Uki. His facial expression screamed 'Jealousy!' Uki found it absolutely adorable, nodding at Shoto with a low 'mhm.' "Motherfucker thinks hes so much better! Smug asshole. I'm a way better-" He shuts himself up.
"You're a way better what?" Uki presses, tilting his head with a smirk.
"Nothing, nothing." He waves Uki away, avoiding his gaze yet again. His cheeks are flushed, Uki noticed. Was it from the alcohol? Or was it from something else?
"You bastard," an accented voice chuckles, separating the two as he sits himself right in the middle. "Stole my Ukiki away from me."
"He's not yours," Shoto counters, wagging a finger at him. "Hes mine."
"Oh my, two hot guys fighting over me. Must be a dream come true," Uki teases.
"It's because you're so beautiful Uki."
"Lay off the compliments, you stupid junk of metal."
"Go back to hunting demons because that's the only thing you're good at."
"Go back to being a fucking microwave."
They're obviously just messing with each other, albeit Uki noted the slight bite in each comment. If he didn't do anything, they'd probably be dancing with each other with a shard of broken glass at the other's throat.
With a exasperated sigh, Uki stands up, a hand on his cocked hip. "We didn't come here to bitch at each other. Let's get a couple more drinks to loosen up."
Shoto nods. "Yeah, you're right Uki."
"I'm always right. And as you are a part of my harem, you should obey what I say."
"Yes sir." Fulgar salutes goofily.
So the trio goes back to the bar, and the bartender welcomes with three small shot glasses. Each order a type of alcohol they desire and she quickly obliges, pouring at the speed of light before serving the next customer.
"Damn, being a bartender seems kind of crazy," Shoto observes, sipping. "So many customers at once."
"Yeah," Uki agrees, eyeing the lines of alcohol behind the bar. "Theres so many options, what if they screw up the order?"
"Serve it to another, perhaps," Fulgar replies. "It doesn't seem all that hard."
"Then why don't you help them out?" Shoto muses with a grin.
"Why don't you, dog boy?"
"I'll say this one more time: I am not a dog boy! Only sometimes."
"But you're my dog boy, aren't you Shoto?" Uki coos, a hand resting on Shoto's thigh. He twitches, a furious blush on his face.
"Only sometimes," Shoto repeats, refusing o admit it fully. What a tsundere. Such a brat to answer a simple question. Not a very good dog.
Uki cups Shoto's face, squishing his cheeks with a smile. "Come on, you can do better than that, handsome. Say it."
"Say you're a good puppy," Fulgar adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shoto flips him off.
"I'm a demon slayer! not a dog!"
"Stop being such a bitch and say it, or I'll put a leash on you right now," Uki threatens, a sly look on his face now.
Shoto glances between Uki and Fulgar, realizing there was no way of escaping this. He groans, embarrassed, because they want him to say this in a public area? They really wanted to humiliate him. For some odd reason, Uki ordering him to do something like that kind of turned him on, which he internally slapped himself for because what the fuck?
He mumbles, "'m your good puppy."
"What?" Fulgar raises his voice, a hand around his ear. "The music is too loud, you'll have to speak up!"
Asshole. He's too much like his LAM brother.
Shoto inhales and locks eyes with Uki. He yells, "I'm your good puppy!" And immediately regrets it. The people near them turn to see, giving strange looks. God, why does this happen to him? His cheeks are literally ablaze right now.
Uki swipes his thumb over Shoto's lip approvingly. "Good boy."
Holy. Shit.
Shoto jerks his face away, positioning himself so his back faced them as they cackled. He cross his legs and yanks down his shirt over the growing bulge in his jeans. If either of them saw, the demon slayer would probably never hear the end of it. Shoto got hard because the Psychic called him a good boy! Breaking news!
Shoto drains his glass before rising to his feet suddenly. Without turning, he rushes his words out, "imma go use the bathroom be right back-" And retreated to the mens' room. Where he could relieve himself because boy the friction from the jeans were not helping. And it wouldn't be so obvious once he... releases. Although when Shoto thought about it, on his way to the restroom, was even more humiliating. Hopefully no one would question? they shouldn't. He was mainly concerned about any of the other guys hearing what he was doing. Shoto would off himself if started hearing word going around about some guy jerking off in the bar's bathroom. And probably even get the manager in there. If the manager was a guy. Or if they even cared because a lot of things happen at bars. Crazy things.
Okay, Shoto just went on a whole ass tangent. Calm down. it isnt that serious.
Shoto maneuvers around some drunk men laying on the floor, probably recovering his guts before wobbling out the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of men in the bathroom. He figured since everyone was drinking, they'd either be pissing or throwing up. Shoto spied an empty stall and closed the door behind him.
Closing the toilet and avoiding looking in its contents, Shoto sat and sighed heavily. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He could feel the buzz underneath his skin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his erection literally straight up. Simple two words got him so worked up.
He wraps a hand around himself and lets out a small noise before biting his lip to silence himself. Sheesh, he was extra sensitive. Probably from the alcohol? The demon slayer could sense no one was left in the restroom at the moment, but he had to hurry.
Pumping his fist up and down his cock, he thought about Uki being the one jerking him off, whispering into his ear how well he was doing for him. That he was being such a good boy. Shoto's head leans back, eyelids fluttering as soft whimpers escape past his lips. His small "a-ah"s echoed throughout the bathroom. He was closing in on his release, going faster and just shamelessly moaning at this point. Shoto cums all over his hand and he pants, hand pausing at the base of his dick for a moment. He collects his breaths, wiping off the semen with a crappy piece of toilet paper, and zipping himself up.
Shoto flushes it down the toilet, regaining his composure and opening the stall door. However, he was not expecting to be shoved back in the stall and was about to punch whoever wanted a fight.
"U-Uki?" Shoto asked, shocked as the Psychic entered the stall with him. Uki locked the door behind them and approached Shoto with lustful eyes. "Hey, w-wait a second-"
"Now now, Shoto, were those pretty moans yours?" Uki purrs, tracing a finger down from Shoto's chest to his stomach. Shoto shivered without meaning to, and he felt the tips of his ears go red. "It sounded like you. I came in here to check up on you, but you were whimpering and moaning like a slut."
Shoto swallows. "I-I can explain-"
Uki smashes his lips with Shoto's. He palms the demon slayer's growing erection (again) and Shoto can't help but moan into the kiss. Unzipping the jeans, Uki pulls out Shoto's cock and starts rubbing the tip, pre-cum leaking out little by little.
"Already so hard for me, mm?" Uki murmurs after breaking the kiss to stare at Shoto's angry red tip. He traces a vein with his nail and Shoto whines in his throat. "Shh, be a good boy and let me make you feel good again, yeah?"
And here the Psychic was, overstimulating the poor man. Shoto had to hold onto Uki's shoulders to hold himself upright as he basically rutted himself into Uki's hand. Beautiful whimpers spilling out of him, Uki kisses down his neck, praising him for doing so great. Shoto came twice already, breathing hard and legs quivering.
"Such a brat," Uki tsks. "If you behave, I'll help you tonight. Is it a deal?"
"Yes," Shoto breathes with an obedient nod.
"Good boy. Let's clean you up, yeah?"
Fulgar watched the two walk towards him, a brow raised in question. "The hell took you two so long? Yall fucking in there or somethin'?"
Shoto awkwardly laughs, like oh yeah Uki totally didn't just play with me like I was his toy as Uki snorted.
"I wish. He just had to throw up a couple drinks," Uki answers smoothly.
"Lightweight," Fulgar chuckles.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Alright you two. Why don't we go back on the dance floor?" Uki suggests, seizing both their wrists and pulling them to the dance floor.
"As you wish, darling," Shoto and Fulgar say in unison. They side eye each other.
"Bitch boy."
"Cunt."
Uki rolls his eyes, a smile painted on his lips. He locks eyes with Shoto for a moment, and it turns into a smirk. Shoto looks elsewhere, face pink.
He was not surviving the night, was he?
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thebusytypewriter · 7 months
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Okay Salem my beloved two options for my req you do whichever scritches the brainrot best 💕
—Reader-insert/Kamukura Despair-era shenanigans (shippy? chaotic? hurt/comfort? angsty? up to you!) (Bonus points for bullying Servant/Nagito /hj)
—A oneshot for any OC you haven’t gotten to talk about (enough) on here :> I know you have an FMAB and a non-Rosalind fangan kiddo in particular; maybe one of those!
ily Salem thank youuuu :D
Jonnie my beloved you give me options but this is for YOU and I know you love Kamukura so I offer Despair-era shenanigans :> It's a rather..... specific idea but I hope it suffices nonetheless! 💕
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Towa City—the most fucked-up city in this new fucked-up world.
So why, exactly, are you—a former investigator before everything went to shit—finding yourself heading into this fucked-up city? Easy. You’re chasing a phantom.
Not a literal phantom, of course; you’re tracking an individual who’s popped into and out of your radar for months now, showing up without fail at the preferred locations of every Remnant of Despair. You have a couple of buddies in what remains of the civilian-formed safety corps, and they had the misfortune of running into this phantom while on patrol once.
Their number of squadron members was cut in half that day, and the bastard apparently never lifted more than a finger.
You’re intrigued, of course, but you want to make sure this odd man never causes any more disasters.
And so, you’ve found your way to the newest circle of hell: Towa City.
Based on reports, the bridges connecting it to the mainland have since been destroyed, but that doesn’t stop you from commandeering one of the small motorboats remaining at the docks. Ripples in the water nearby alert you to the fact that your target had the same train of thought. You quickly check your supplies before absolutely hauling ass across the water.
As you approach, you’re greeted by a surprising lack of robotic killing machines. They had been the staple danger of Towa City, and you’d prepared several countermeasures against those beasts, but there’s nothing; not even so much as a single ball-sized bot. It doesn’t sit right with you.
(You don’t notice the long-haired man staring down at you from the bridge’s remaining supports, taking in your confusion.)
Nevertheless, you continue on your way, handgun at the ready just in case. As per your training, you follow every turned stone, every shifted pile of dirt, and every open door to track your target. You can’t help but feel pride at your skill and luck to make it this far, to get so close to this strange person.
(He’s moving too fast ahead of you for you to see him laying out the path.)
You climb flight after flight in this one building, all stones gone, all dirt replaced with concrete. The only thing that guides you now is the echoing footsteps above you, growing ever so steadily fainter.
(He takes care to make noisy steps for a change.)
The sound of a door alerts you to the phantom’s exit. Tenth floor—a penthouse suite, you think. You pursue, ready for another chase… or maybe a fight. After all, no one really knows anything about this person; you could be dealing with the former Ultimate Taekwondo Master for all you know.
(You are. Among other things.)
You’re surprised to see your target standing perfectly still within the living area, back to you as they look out of the window toward the skyline. There’s no indication of hearing your entrance, and it unsettles you once more. Now significantly closer, you can reasonably identify them as male, or at least male-presenting. His long black hair drapes over his back and partially obscures his pristine suit from your view, and it’s almost annoyingly perfect and smooth. He stands tall, posture simultaneously relaxed and proper in an effortless manner.
He’s a bit of a vision, you catch yourself thinking.
Focus.
Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, you take careful steps forward. One hand holds your gun, which is loaded in case of the worst, and the other delicately pulls your singular remaining pair of handcuffs from your belt.
Thirty feet from him. Twenty. Ten. He makes no move to run, no move at all, so you hesitantly holster the gun so you can have both hands at your disposal.
Just as you step within reach, he turns, and you manage to block a knifehand strike with your forearms. It catches you by surprise, but what combat training remains in your head took action just in time to save your ass from being knocked unconscious.
You have only that brief moment to take in his face—chiseled, neutral, objectively handsome. Intense red eyes stare you down, but they’re not angry. They’re not anything.
His head tilts, and after a beat, he opens his mouth to say something.
He doesn’t get the chance.
You manage to grab hold of the hand he’d used to attack you, and one side of the handcuffs is shoved on.
Click.
That’s when he moves, tugging the caught wrist back and attempting to shove you back by the chest, but you’ve got a vice grip on the other cuff.
“Come on,” you growl, keeping still the hand you just caught as you fumble to grab and get the other under control. “Don’t make me use my fucking taser—”
Click.
“AHA! Oh…” You move back just a hair, staring in disbelief at your target’s wrist… and yours.
In the confusion, you’d gotten it half-correct. You’d handcuffed him, all right. Just… to yourself.
Well, shit.
“This is awkward.”
He stares, thoroughly unimpressed. But he makes no move to escape.
“What, can’t you just get out of it?”
Red eyes blink back at you.
“…Thanks for the input.” You sigh. “Dammit, why couldn’t this have just gone the way I’d planned? Fine, let’s just… save both of our prides. I’ve got the key.”
Using your free hand—the right one—you reach into your small utility bag attached to your belt and grab the single steel key from within. Even as you hold it up to show him, your target continues to just stare. It’s unnerving, but at least he isn’t trying to kill you. That’s a first, and a welcome one at that.
However, despite your training and ability to lock and unlock handcuffs blindfolded, the edge of the key catches on a ridge it shouldn’t, and the dumb thing slides out of your hand and onto the floor. You ignore the burning in your cheeks and squat to retrieve it.
Just as you reach for the key, he swiftly kicks it with the toe of his shoe, sending it flying an impressive distance across the floor and under the penthouse’s oven.
You stare in disbelief at where it disappeared. Then you look up at him.
How the fuck is he able to look so smug while still remaining expressionless?
“The hell is your deal?” You push yourself up and waggle your cuffed wrists in front of him. “Unless you know how to get out of handcuffs without a key—which I don’t—then we’re stuck. Is that what you want?”
Blink.
“Or you could just not talk to me. That works.”
God, you wish you still had a team.
“You’re a detective,” he finally says, tone as flat as his expression. “You don’t appear to be related by blood to the Kirigiri line, and the lack of a ring on your hand implies that you are not married.”
The analysis throws you for a loop momentarily as you process it. “The Kirigiris? I mean, I know of them, but no, we’re not related. I’m just a private investigator from Tokyo. I came here to—”
“To track and apprehend me,” your target finishes, “someone you could not figure out. Someone who remained just out of reach. Now you have time to do so, and I will be able to do the same.”
“You make it sound like you planned this.”
He doesn’t refute it.
The sound of approaching vehicle engines alerts you to the presence of someone else outside. It’s faint, given your height at the tenth floor, but you’re still able to classify them as military-grade. Probably those Future Foundation people. You wonder what they’re doing in this city.
…You wonder if they can get you out of the cuffs.
Your target narrows his eyes at you, as if reading your thoughts. “That would be a terrible idea.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“If you surrender to the Future Foundation, it is quite likely that they will consider you an accomplice of mine.”
“Oh please, I’m a licensed detective, they have no reason to distrust me—” Now it’s your turn to blink at him. “Wait, did you say accomplice of yours? Who does that make you, then?”
For once, he hesitates, appearing to mull something over in that strange head of his. Then, he finally says, “I am called Izuru Kamukura, and I am considered to be a part of the Ultimate Despair, who are now the Remnants of Despair with the death of Junko Enoshima.”
It processes for a moment, then you huff a half-laugh. “A lot of uncertainty there.”
“They are facts.”
“Right, right. So the Future Foundation…?”
“Wishes to kill me.”
“Gotcha. And me showing up, handcuffed to you—”
“Would likely end in your own death, or at least imprisonment with suspicion of cooperation with a terrorist.”
“Son of a bitch.” You glare at Kamukura, gesturing vaguely toward the stove. “Then why make me lose the key? Are you just that sadistic?”
That smug little twinkle in his eye comes back. “No. I knew it would be interesting, being locked to the person who’s been following me for two months.” He leans forward into your personal space, dark hair falling to curtain the both of you. “Checkmate, detective.”
Heat rushes over your face once more.
Guess you have no choice but to follow his lead.
‘Interesting,’ without a doubt.
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synsetpunk · 9 months
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So I just binged Sonic Prime Season 2, and OH MY GOD I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT
SPOILERS AHEAD: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
if you already watched or don't care about spoilers, rambling is under the cut.
Okay, EP1, the episode where Sonic finally meets up with Shadow was a big step forward compared to Season 1, and it puts my beloved edgy hedgy in a sympathetic light. Yeah, the two fight, but for a damn good reason; given Sonic's the one who fucked things up big time, Shadow doesn't trust that Sonic wouldn't make things worse. Not helping matters is that both were stubborn about Nine, as Shadow doesn't trust him as well, while Sonic does, under the impression that, since Nine is a counterpart of Tails, he'd be as trustworthy as the original, to which Shadow calls BS as the Shatterverse counterparts are their own people and "not (Sonic's) real friends." (we'll come back to this later) Eventually, the two agree that, in order to fix this shattered world, they have to work together, and what a way to set up the second season.
The rest of the episodes before EP5 was a bit of filler, as they follow the formula of "Sonic goes to Shatterspace to retrieve Paradox Shard and fails to the Chaos Council,' but Rusty and Black Rose's friendship was just heartwarming, I loved seeing the otherwise robotic Rusty actually develop and bounce off of Black Rose.
Dread turning his crew against Sonic just so he could have the Shard was a twist that I saw coming, but him abandoning his crew was one that I did not expect.
Seeing Nine help Sonic however he can while being stuck with the Chaos Council was adorable, and sets up the heartbreak for the finale alongside the little debate Sonic and Shad had in EP1.
EP6 gave us Chaos Sonic. MY LOVE, HE IS AMAZING! Snarky robot, LCD face, can kick Sonic's ass any day of the week? Why was he killed in the episode he debuted in? I need more Chaos Sonic.
Finally, the reason I wanted to make a post about this: the finale, EP8. My heart is crying right now. If the rest of Sonic Prime hadn't made it official yet, this is the episode where Sonic's inability to think ahead is cast into the spotlight. Nine is the only one who could repair the Paradox Prism, but he and Sonic have different goals: Nine wanted to start a new life in The Grim with Sonic, who only wants his old world back. However, Nine saw something that Sonic didn't notice until it had to be spelled out for him; if everything is fixed, the Shatterspaces vanish from existence. That includes Nine, too. Not only that, but as the series went on, it became clear that when Sonic said that Nine and the others are real, he completely missed the point of Shadow's statement about how they're not his "real friends," and Nine saw that the little blue bastard didn't see him as his own person; he just saw Nine as an angstier version of his friend and nothing more. This is what causes a beautiful forming friendship between the two to shatter, and for Nine to betray Sonic, and I can't blame either one.
All I have to say is: GIVE ME SEASON 3 DAMMIT
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wvbaandtheboys · 7 months
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Hey I’m currently editing this post rn so reblog when I’m done editing but just know since it’s funny and fun I’m gonna make fnaf mechanics for the Wii boxers based offa my fnaf post for funsies so gimme like 5 minutes (btw it’s gonna be kinda unfair but that’s the point. You wouldn’t survive HAJSJSN)
Little Mac: Well, Mac’s a bit of a trickster and he loves making your night even harder. Whenever you catch the rascal moving about off his stage, make sure you monitor him. Cause this little sucker’s gonna try and shut off your power. And if he does that, I think you know what happens to you. If he’s in the generator room, make sure you flicker your flashlight on the camera to let him know he’s been caught! That’ll send him back to his place.
“Aww…! Alright… But you won’t find me next time… >:]”
Glass Joe: Oh mon dieu, the robot of this beloved, charismatic Frenchman is out for blood! But don’t worry. Joe is very easy to deal with… and don’t feel bad for doing this to him, he’ll kill you if you hesitate. If Joe pops into your office for a quick visit through your left door, slam the door to strike him! Don’t take too long! He’s eager and ready to pounce!
“AH! MY CHIN-!”
Von Kaiser: Hoo boy. Kaiser’s usually calm as can be and has no interest of coming to harass you… that is, if you keep his stage mechanics wound up to keep him occupied. Don’t do it? Kiss your ass goodbye cause he’s gonna rush into your office and give you the beating of a lifetime… well, the beating that will end your life. So just keep him calm and all will be good, yeah? Yeah. The only hope you have to stop him is to listen out for what door he’s rushing at and shutting it.
“Teste meine Geduld nicht...”
(“Do not test my patience…”)
Disco Kid: Ah, he’s real silly. The robotic version of our disco loving friend is still as much of a music lover as the real one! And you’d better know your stuff when it comes to keeping the rhythm. Disco will enter your office and play a series of notes from his speaker with a series of poses. You have a panel with four different notes that have icons of the poses. Replay the same rhythm and Disco will happily leave you to your work. Keep him waiting or press the wrong button? It’s game over for you.
“Can ya feel the rhythm, Peter? C’mon and dance with me!”
King Hippo: This guy’s hungry! And well, Hippo’s not exactly opposed to taking a bite out of you… he’s pretty hungry. But he’ll relent as long as you keep him fed… but apparently, everyone’s out to make everyone riled up. Check his stage from time to time and make sure none of the boxers are trying to steal anything from him! If you see anyone trying to bother him, play an audio bit by pushing the button on his camera to scare them off. If he doesn’t have any food of his own? Well well… guess you’re on the menu… :p (let my man eat in peace)
“Hippo hungry… Keep your hands off Hippo’s food! >:[“
Piston Hondo: Now he may be as respectful as the actual Hondo during the day… but no one said he had to be after hours. (He’s a bastard.) So, here’s the deal. You have to be listening to keep Piston from coming over there and Hondo Rushing you until your intestines become outtestines. He’ll come through the vent above you. To stop him, you just gotta look up and focus the light on his face. If he’s lost the element of surprise, he’ll leave you alone. Keep an ear out though. He doesn’t make much noise.
“Kuso…!”
(“Dammit…!”)
Bear Hugger: Nope. Absolutely not. You are DEFENSELESS against this bear. The light and doors won’t save you. The only choice you have is to hide underneath your desk and wait for him to leave, he’ll walk past. But he’s not dumb, so you’ll have to time it. If you hide when he’s already seen you, well… you know.
“…Eh? Where’d ya go?…”
Great Tiger: Who knew robots could use magic? No, but seriously, don’t mess around with him. Tiger will make his presence known by his gem glowing in the vent on the opposite of you. When he gives you that signal, you’ve got less than a minute to find all 3 of his clones either on your cameras or around your office. Once ya do, he’ll leave you be. Run out of time? Say goodbye.
“Find them… and I’ll let you live. Don’t… and you won’t see the sun rise.”
Don Flamenco: Oh sweet! Robo Don’s out to kill you! Don’t sweat it, this guy’s easy. Don will show up at your right door. He even offers you a rose! Don’t take it though- shut the door in his face! >:] He’ll get the hint and buzz off.
“OYE! …Oww… Veo…”
(“OYE! Oww… I see…”)
Aran Ryan: Well you would think he’d be a hassle to deal with and he can be if your RNG is shit. But really, he’s pretty easy. If Aran pops up from any of your office entrances, make sure you don’t look at him. Depending on where he is, simply look straight or pull up your camera. He’ll get bored and leave.
“Ah… yer no fun…”
Soda Popinski: Russian powerhouse! He’s just an inconvenience though. If you hear Soda running up a hallway, leave the doors open and let him pass though. If you try and shut a door on him, he’ll break it. …And well, you know. That’s bad. He’s just making sure you’re okay.
“Aha! Here I come!”
Bald Bull: Angry. Wants blood. Your blood, specifically. Unlike the other bots, he won’t leave easily. Every once in a while, he’ll turn on and rush to your office. When you hear him, close and hold the door shut. He’ll bang on it a few times, but he’ll relent and leave if you keep it shut. Slamming the door on this bull will just make him even more angry.
“UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU COWARD!”
Super Macho Man: Ah. He’s just as much of a jerk as the actual Macho Man. Just that he’ll kill you if you inconvenience him. Yet another specialized panel will appear if Macho Man’s in your office. Just press it and it’ll snap a “photo” of him. Sometimes he’ll pose twice or even three times, so make sure ya pay attention. Don’t ignore him.
“Photo op!”
Mr. Sandman: Yeah, he’s scary, but he’s okay to deal with. Sandman’s asleep on his camera, and will progressively wake up with the commotion of the other robots. Make sure to keep an eye on him to send him back to sleep. If he wakes up, he’s gonna come straight for you. Don’t try and fight him. You won’t win… time to go to Dreamland.
“…Brush your teeth… it’s bedtime, Peter baby.”
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you may delete this—- may i ramble on about my ideas for the some of vice-dormleader’s siblings?
i plan on rambling about the other twst characters too but that aside:
Clover!reader
They weren’t the best at baking like the rest of the family, which is why they are often outcasted from the family since it was their family business afterall, so it was odd seeing a Clover not good at baking.
This led to harsh comments and insults from their parents, which shattered reader’s confidence in their skills in anything. Suddenly, one particular comment changed everything, “Look at Trey, delivering orders as fast as lightning. You should be more liking him!”
This led reader to start being around Trey often and always asking him to teach them this and that, help them with that and this.. sometimes reader even mimicks Trey, maybe something he does to concentrate, something he always says out of the blue and even when he stretches.
Trey notices this and finds it amusing, not aware of the consequences and what this may lead to, and it isn’t anything good; reader became more dependent on Trey and always thought, “What would Trey do?”
losing their sense of identity and independence, unable to even recognize themselves in the mirror, because all they saw was someone who tried their hardest to be someone their parents wanted them ti be: like their older sibling.
Bucchi!reader (he’s a vice at this point, official or not)
Reader gets accepted into NRC, happy that they’ll finally see their older brother more… why in Great Sevens is he being bossed around by a lion prince?
You know when someone spites or hates someone else because they have something they don’t or living a better life than they are? reader’s mentality.
How come such greedy, selfish bastards get success while their kind are left fighting for scraps?
So they aren’t amused when they see their brother playing errand boy for one and will do their best to be an absolute menace to Leona, unaware that stereotyping all rich people to be greedy and selfish tyrants… (lol just wait until reader meets Kalim)
Leech!reader
Reader just wants to live a normal life, making friends and falling in love.. but they can’t have that when people always try to swim away from them since they’re the younger sibling if the infamous Leech Twins
Reader dislikes their family and their last name because of this, causing a rift
Still, their brothers aren’t having it and always smothers them with ‘love and affection’ even though it’s just them trying to embarrass them now that they’re in the same school now!
…say… i wonder when they’ll finally snap back at their brothers?
It would get ugly if so.
Viper!reader
You have been born into this world.. and is subjected to a life of servitude! Hoorah!
Because if this, reader was molded into a blank slate, a robotic like person who’s only mentality/purpose is to serve
So when people try to interact or talk to it like a normal person, they just space out, this wasn’t part of their training
of course they have feelings as well but they don’t want to be ‘weak’
Jamil and Najma definitely try to bring out their more expressive side, and this just adds to more reasons why Jamil resents this role they were given and his master
So when they end up in the same school as Jamil and Kalim, how are they gonna survive human interaction? Because this poor soul isn’t ready for it—-
this wasn’t in the manual?!?
black sheep extended universe :OO
i wouldn’t delete this anon <333 i thought about making ones for other characters too but held off so this was fun to read!!!
little clover!(name) looking up to trey in an unhealthy way but he doesn’t know that DD: i like the idea of the clover parents being a bit more oblivious as opposed to being straightforward? like they dont realize how their words affect theit child and simply think of it as praise for their beloved trey?
lil bucchi!(name) having an actual healthy sibling relationship but they are angered on behalf of him :(( like he’s taken such good care of him and all (name) can think about is paying him back by trying to ease his workload through being a menace. or or or they do the tasks for him instead and end up working too hard :0
leech!(name) having to live in their brothers’ shadows except it’s just they’re feared for being related ;-; and imagine they hate their eel form the same way ashengrotto!(name) does except leech hates it because they’re seen as dangerous and a threat to anyone who crosses them. they just want to make friends 😭
viper!(name) and rosehearts!(name) would prob get along really well. anyway, my first thought was jamil and najma holding (name) close and jamil just saying “what have they done to you?” def the one i wanna write most if i do,, but thriugh jamil’s pov prob because he feels so helpless and like he can’t do anything to make a better life for (name) :((
imagine vanrouge!(name) who just feels isolated from their big brother because he was always so busy, kinda like draconia!(name). like they want to have a relationship but never had the time. and and and everyone looks down on vanrouge!(name) because look at how cool their big brother is! (name) can’t fight. (name) can’t take care of the heir to the draconia name.
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z-eddsworld · 2 years
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Update + 5 Old Eddsworld Drawings :)
So like... I'm three paragraphs in and I don't think I'm gonna finish before bed, and yes I'm going to bed at a normal time today because I'm planning on doing stuff tomorrow- Now I was GOING to post the first three paragraphs, but I know it would just turn into another hiatus thing if I just keep in on my Tumblr, so I'm actually just gonna give you guys a google doc link so that you can... uh... watch whenever I start typing... I guess... thats deffo not gonna give me anxiety! This is just so you guys can see what I got so far, and it wont make me forget about it because it's gonna be bookmarked in my tabs! (P.s. future me speaking.. I did forget about it and no I'm not finishing it- :'] ) [cute lil link :DD]
Anyways have some old ms paint drawings I did awhile back for compensation
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This one was actually the original comic of a comic I posted earlier, but I changed it from "broken hand" to "sore arm" because my arm being sore was the actual reason for me making this--
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Fun fact: This drawing of Tord was inspired from a comic idea I had where Tord was basically one of those golden retriever friends that got buff in Norway only to come back and find out his friends hate him because of a clone (not the lore from the whole friggin essay I'm doing, it's a separate thing), but then he comes back and is like Tord: Hi I missed you guys Edd: I thought you didn't wanna be friends anymore Tom: Yeah, I hate you Matt: Oh hi Tord! We missed you too! Tom: No Matt- Tord tried to kill us remember? Matt: I thought that was Todd? Also didn't we all try to kill eachother? Tord: I did not try to kill you let's get back at this evil bastard for breaking my robot trying to kill my beloved friends E,T&M: yes Red Leader: *depressing backstory noises*
Idk why I told you guys all that for a comic I'm probably never gonna start- my brain went blank and started typing...
Anyways I'm going to bed, goodnight
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IDEA. AIRON MAN BESTIES WITH A ROGUE DOOMBOT WHO'S JUST TRYING TO BUILD THEIR OWN PERSONALITY AND LIFE OUTSIDE OF THEIR IMPLANTED MEMORIES..........
COULD BE AN ACCIDENTAL GAINING OF FREEDOM OF CONSCIOUSNESS, LIKE W/ SENTIENT ARMOR, BUT I ALSO THINK IT COULD BE RLLY NEAT IF THEY WERE A PROTOTYPE DOOMBOT THAT ENDED UP HAVING MORE FREEDOM AND CAPABILITY FOR GROWTH THAN INTENDED AND THEY'VE BEEN LIVING THEIR OWN LIFE SINCE (IDEALLY W/ VICTOR'S SUPPORT BC RESPECT FOR THE AUTONOMY OF HIS CITIZENS AND CREATIONS AND ALL THAT)
BONDING OVER THE TECHNOLOGICAL FUNCTIONS AND LIMITATIONS OF THEIR FORMS, THE PRESSURE TO APPEAR A SIMULACRUM OF A BIOLOGICAL ENTITY AND THE FEAR OF HOW OTHERS WOULD VIEW AND REACT TO THEIR TRUE SELVES, THE "I AM CONNECTED TO MY CREATOR, BUT I AM NOT HIM IN THE WAYS HE WAS HIMSELF AND I AM MORE THAT WHAT HE MADE ME FOR," THE STEMBOY SWAG, ETC........
I ALSO THINK IT COULD BE FUNKY TO EXPLORE LIKE. I AM AN INDIVIDUAL DISTINCT FROM MY CREATOR BUT I AM STILL TIED TO HIM. DO I FEEL OBLIGATED TO ONLY DRAW FROM HIS VISION? DO I FEEL GUILTY FOR ADDING ELEMENTS OF MY PERSONALITY TO HIS DESIGN OF ME? WOULD HE BE PROUD OF WHO I'VE BECOME?
TRULY THIS WAS JUST MEANT TO BE A VAGUE NOTION OF A POTENTIAL CHARACTER BUT I STARTED THINKING AND GOT HOOKED DJSLHFLSHFLS BUT YES HELLO
oh there literally are already feral doombots just Around. thats canon. they are... already sapient as far as im aware (but like, sapient in that they have enough of victor's memories and personality to successfully pretend to be him and sometimes for them to not know they aren't him. also they can feel pain. questioning why victor has made ten thousand cannon-fodder robots with also his whole brain in them which also can fully feel pain is a different post) but yeah feral doombots my beloved
there’s like…. at least two i know of. the one with the fancy coat and the one calling himself vincent that actually looks like a human, i love them. i have so many thoughts about feral doombots just Around and Vibin and its not like victor gives a shit. he can make new ones. whatever.
but also ;-; that's So good, especially if its somehow pre-reveal for iron man being Known as anything other than like, a human in an armor so perhaps he meets a doombot somehow (maybe it's stealing replacement parts from SI and when IM realizes that its not... actually taking anything dangerous hes like. oh. oh. because he's smart enough to also know why he isnt just going to get repaired like normal) and it's just, this sense of Recognition that iron man cannot say anything else
i think it would be good if it was like. iron man offers to help fix the bot. oor just, helps him. no expectation of anything else. and the doombot is supicious because of course it is, it was programmed by Paranoid Bastard Supreme, and it's not like iron man can even tell it why he wants to help it so badly, because even if he doesn't think it's actively a danger that doesn't mean giving it the information that he isn't human like everyone assumes wouldn't be... an incredibly bad idea. it's still attached to a supervillan, after all
(also sidenote but i am frothing at the mouth about potential doomquest in this universe it would be SO funny,,,,,, king arthur sends a pretty lady to iron man's room for "companionship" and iron man is just like. ah. ok. i dont know what is expected of me right now. also doomquest is very good to me, specifically, because its one of the only early comics things where almost anyone has more respect for tony than for iron man, which i enjoy, i think it would be SO good for airon man au especially if iron man is like. in danger of just... running out of power. technicallyyyyy i think this should also be a problem in canon, i think doomquest happens during chestplate era, where hes largely not able to go more than about a day without Dramatic Wall Outlet Time and yet hes fine just vibin in camelot (famously deprived of wall outlets) for at least a couple of days, but YEAH SEND AIRON MAN TO CAMELOT i think hed be both freaked out and also. sad that tony couldn't experience it. i think the background radiation of iron man's life is just... sadness that tony cannot experience any of the cool things he does)
but like... him continuing too help this doombot. maybe the doombot also helps him out somehow, as well. maybe subtly interveening in some fights. maybe giving iron man some neat lil tech tips. maybe a;klsdjfasdf the doombot still wants like. Something To Do and not just sit idle all the time or something so iron man hooks 'em up with a fuckin. tech support job. or like, product testing, for SI. something where he can just fix shit thats been broken in the stupidest ways or, try to destroy other things. who knows i dont. but maybe theres an attack at SI and iron man deals with it but hes damaged, and normally he'd like. hide away and do a quick n dirty patch job just so theres not obvious holes into nothing, but. the doombot follows him. and finds him. and its just... looking at eachother. knowing "oh fuck we're the same" and also "oh fuck he knows"
i think they should help fix eachother up and be buddies anyways it'd be good
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*peeks* Idv for the ask game, maybe?
see this is a fun one but also intimidating bc there's like. a specific date where i stopped following along with the lore of the characters and i think you'll be able to tell. so sorry in advance for that lmfao
this also assumes the hunters and survivors are chill and defaults to "first release" for dual identity characters (re: weepy and joker, we'll default to joker. professor and luchino, default to luchino, so on - the only exception being alice)
also worth noting: i asked my beloved for help and they said "put mad eyes for every answer and piss people off" so you'd best appreciate this /lh
who’s the most ticklish character
Edgar, Emma, Michiko, Kurt
who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t
Fiona, Grace, Galatea
who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles
Luca (usually earned), Mike (also usually earned), Orpheus, Kreacher, Bane
who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others
Mike (bastard), Breaking Wheel (all 3), Dream Witch (bastard...ess), Orpheus, Alice
who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about
Ada (Emil knows), Alice (Orpheus knows), Kevin (Demi knows), Servais (Kurt knows), Violetta (Mike knows), Mary (Michiko knows)
who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars
Mike (again. this mf), Tracy (cheats with robots), Antonio (cheats with his fuckass hair), Patricia (pure skill)
which character has a kink interest for tickling
VALE as a whole (bias who), Kevin, Vera
which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them
Ithaqua, Aesop, Murro, Ganji, Hastur, Bane, Melly
which two characters have tickle fights all the time
Demi vs. The World (starts shit can't end shit), Ithaqua vs. Robbie (your honour they're brothers), Jack vs. Smiley
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More Than Meets the Eye #43 — Swerve’s Terminal Case of Sad Bitch Disease
Y’all ever think about how IDW Publishing has a DeviantArt? Because I think about that sometimes.
Anyway, I know you’re are only here for Wife Mode Cyclonus, so let’s just get on with it.
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You fucking horny bastards.
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So weirdly enough, this comic about giant space robots doesn’t start with giant space robots. Or in space. Instead, we find ourselves on the set of the apartment from beloved mid-90s/early 2000s sitcom Friends. It’s a pretty faithfully detailed background, too. No wonder Milne needed help with inks on this issue.
On the couch is a toddler wearing some safety goggles, while a woman in Victorian dress stares out the window. The toddler complains about how she’s got nothing to do, save for reading More Than Meets The Eye, though even that she finds confusing.
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Imagine needing to check the wiki for your Transformers lore. Couldn’t be me.
(It could be, and is very frequently.)
The Victorian woman comments that the comic didn’t capture her likeness very well, but the toddler disagrees. The Victorian woman then gripes about Rung, Skids, and Bluestreak having been MIA for the last six hours. Yes, this lady in fancy dress is actually Cyclonus, and the toddler is Tailgate; we’re having a holomatter adventure, and everyone’s gotten hot new looks, because Guido Guidi isn’t on this issue! Instead, we have our standard artist, Alex “Same Face Syndrome” Milne.
Toddlergate gets a message from Rodimus, who texts like my mom, asking what the hell is going on down there. In New York City. Because they’re in the Friends apartment. Also, apparently he has a Swerve emoji in his phone. Does he have emojis of all his crew, or is Swerve special? Many questions that will never be addressed again will arise in this issue.
There’s a knock at the door, and Serving Cuntclonus lets in the rest of the search team.
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Skids what the FUCK is your face doing
Cuntclonus yells at the three for having gotten caught up in the neighbors’ antics, because they’ve got a search and rescue mission on their hands. Everyone agrees to having no more distractions, and then Sir Rungington VII’s paint gun goes off, hitting Cuntclonus in the face. The story’s cold open ends, I’m assuming so Cuntclonus can tear Sir Rungington VII limb from limb, and we get our opening credits.
That’s right— opening credits.
We get two whole pages devoted to a sitcom-style opener, introducing the cast we’ve seen so far, alongside some fun panels from previous issues, assumedly set to some upbeat, non-offensive music, then we jump back in time to Megatron calling for Swerve to come to the bridge of the Lost Light. Rodimus enters, asking what’s going on, and Megatron informs him that the ship is being chased by a planet. Rodimus takes a moment to process this info, then notices that the planet chasing them is, in fact, Earth! Weird, since they’re nowhere near there. Blaster plays the only clue to what the hell is going on for his captains, and we get an idea of why Swerve needs to get his little ass to the bridge.
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Believe it or not, Earth’s chasing the ship Never thought it had flight capability Flying through space, it’s a vacuum, no air Who could it be? Believe it or not it’s just Swerve
But how did Swerve do this? And why? Somebody go find the bastard so we can get some answers!
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Thank you, Skids.
Before Skids interrupted just there, First Aid was having a moment with Tailgate, only slightly marred by Tailgate’s refusal to stop straddling his hoverboard. It turns out First Aid’s about to leave the Lost Light, on orders from Optimus Prime to fuck off into another comic run. I’m sure First Aid will be completely unchanged by the experience, certainly not joining any weird magic polycules, but it sucks for Velocity, who is now the only practicing medical doctor on the whole ship. Girl failed her exams nine times, hope she’s up to the challenge of handling the health and bodily integrity of a ship the size of friggin’ Manhattan.
But anyway, something’s wrong with Swerve. He’s in rough shape physically, though his brain activity is going absolutely bonkers. First Aid predicts that the guy’s got a couple days at most before he dies, and he’s got no idea why, since there’s no sign of injury that he can find. Rodimus (who showed up to be told the bad news) thinks this is strange, because this is the same day as the dance party, and we all saw that Swerve was there and feeling well enough to host, right up until he phased out of reality. Nightbeat cuts in here (he’s also in the medibay, for the purpose of being nosy) to say that the Swerve at the dance party was actually a holomatter avatar, which is why he phased out in the first place; it coincided with Swerve's current state hitting critical mass.
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Swerve is also projecting the Earth that’s following the Lost Light, and the friggin’ thing is partially populated with human avatars. No wonder his brain is cooking inside his head; I can barely keep track of myself, let alone the entire populace of NYC.
After taking a moment to reconsider the direction his life has taken, Rodimus calls for volunteers to fill out the search team, who we’ve already seen. Though dubious about this whole situation, they agree to go down and see how hostile Swearth is. Brainstorm (who is also here, because the holomatter program is his baby, and it’s not like the guy on house arrest is gonna tell his captain no) warns the gang that projecting the 400 mile distance to Swearth might hurt, and also maybe kill them.
The team pops on their avatars, Bluestreak reminds us that he went to Earth during the eruption of modern internet culture, no one knows what a 101 class is, and Rodimus again reconsiders the direction his life has taken.
We cut back to the scene in the Friends apartment, where Skidstopher Eccleston has taken to drinking, and Toddlergate appears to have a sippy cup that looks an awful lot like Cyclonus. And not a Getaway-shaped thing in sight. I think we know who end game is going to be.
Obviously, Huffer/Xaaron.
Anyway, Toddlergate is telling the gang about the comic she’s still reading. She’s is currently on #21, when Swerve opened the time case. If you don’t remember him doing this on-panel, it’s because Swore Swan Sweets Swe Sweye is from Swerve’s perspective, as opposed to being omnipresent.
This is the point where Bluestreak 2005 comes in, the troublesome neighbors in tow.
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I’m sure these three men named after sitcom characters and encompassing different aspects of Swerve aren’t plot-important at all!
They immediately start tearing into each other, Sheldon and Ted berating Jerry over sabotaging their work for the LOLs. Jerry in turn implies that Ted lacks the faith needed to actually go make an impact in the world, and that Sheldon isn’t doing nearly enough with what is supposed to be his life’s purpose. Skidstopher Eccleston tells them all to shut the fuck up, then has Bluestreak 2005 take a call from Rodimus. But not just any Rodimus. This is 80s Mullet, 4-Shirts At Once Rodimus.
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Oh Milne what the fuck is thissssssss
Not that this isn’t in-character for Rodimus “Surfs on Meteors for Funsies” of Nyon, it’s just… I feel like there was a cleaner way to get this visual information across. Maybe didn’t need ALL the shirts. At least Trenchcoat Nightbeat looks cool. And his skin is colored like an actual human being, and isn’t literally the same color as asphalt like we got in All Hail Megatron. Thanks, Lafuente!
Swearth isn’t a one-to-one facsimile of Earth, as it’s revealed there’s an omnipotent laugh track that goes off anytime someone says something that could be seen as an attempt at a joke. Bluestreak 2005 goes on to explain more of the sitcom weirdness soaked into the foundation of Swearth, probably deeply regretting having galactic wi-fi set up for the ship at this point. Mullet Rodimus points out that their non-Swearth-related life is also pretty weird, then hangs up to go help an old man cross the street.
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Mullet Rodimus makes a weird little dig at PeePaw Megatron’s cane, then they decide to hit the bars, to see if Swerve is hiding out in his chosen career path.
Back over at the Friends apartment, Bluestreak 2005 is getting the neighbors’ locked door situation fixed, while Skidstopher Eccleston has a moment of crisis with Sir Rungington VII, because he never went to Swerve’s room in all the years he’s known him. He only ever saw Swerve at the bar, or during ship-wide adventure nonsense, never sought him out just for the hell of it. Maybe if he had, Swerve’s months of hiding in his room rotting away wouldn’t have become the now-critical nightmare that it is.
Toddlergate pops in to say that the comic book finally got to issue #43, and man is the Story So Far a doozy!
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Brainstorm is gonna fucking strangle him.
So, Swerve is using MTMTE to communicate his situation, as best he understands it, to those who might come looking for him. Awesome! But we still have to find the guy.
Lol, just kidding, he was literally across the hall this entire time.
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Milne that’s not hOW FUCKING GLASSES WORK YOU GOON
Over at the bar, Peepaw Megatron laments his faded youth, while Overalls Nautica explores her death wish, by way of trying to tickle the bastard who killed everyone in NYC. Peepaw Megatron has a moment of reflection on the nature of humanity, after getting a cut on his hand, but nobody gives a shit about whether he’s cool with humans or not, so Rodimus cuts in to let everyone know that Swerve is not cooperating with the Not Letting Swerve Die mission.
Back in the Friends apartment, Crisis on Infinite Swerves admits that he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him physically that could be causing him to fucking die. Sir Rungington VII gets lost in the psychoanalyzing sauce, but Skidstopher Eccleston gives not a fuck about that. He only cares about Swerve’s impending death! He grabs Crisis on Infinite Swerves by the face like he’s gonna kiss him, and tells him to stop burying the pain so they can help.
Toddlergate butts in, stating that Swerve is stuck doing Rungian re-experience therapy, a thing that was mentioned way back in issue #13 as being a thing Swerve did when life got stressful. The cocktail of being sad over his demotion from main cast, angry about Megatron boarding the ship, and exposure to several Brainstorm inventions made it so that his self soothing manifested outwards into the real world, after months of isolating himself from his peers. Why Sir Rungington VII, who was also there for that conversation, didn’t consider this possibility, is unclear, but it’s probably because he’s bad at his job.
This is where Cuntclonus cuts in, telling Crisis on Infinite Swerves that despite his many faults, people still care about him, the entire Lost Light crew having projected to Swearth as part of this search mission.
Now knowing that he hasn’t faded away from everyone’s minds, Swerve can finally acknowledge the pain, and Crisis on Infinite Swerves’s shoulder begins to bleed in the shape of an Autobot insignia. Hooray, we found the issue! Drinks all around!
Later, we see First Aid on the shuttle to “Combiner Wars”, on the phone with Velocity discussing the aftermath of Swearth. Velocity had cut into into Swerve’s shoulder, revealing a rust infection that had gone untreated for years. As they talk, First Aid looks through the tablet Tailgate gave him as a goodbye present. There’s a picture of him with Ratchet, Ambulon, and a smiley-face drone, and then a picture of Ironfist and Swerve that sets off his “I need to be weird about people’s badges to impress Springer and his giant boobs” senses.
Before he can fly out of the reception zone, First Aid tells Velocity to cut Swerve’s shoulder open again. The one where the infection was. The one he patched up after running into the DJD. The one where he used to have an Autobot badge. The one where he got shot by Agent 113, with a bullet containing vital information.
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I mean, yeah, no shit. She hasn’t sewn him back up yet!
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an-idiot-in-a-suit · 1 month
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I. CAN’T. FUCKIN’. STAND. IT. ANYMORE.
I NEED TO INFODUMP. I GOTTA. I’M DOING IT. I’M INFODUMPING ABOUT ONE OF MY STORIES, AND OCS AND STUFF. IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING.
So, I have a story that I’ve been working on for a few years now, (unfortunately, it does not have a name at the moment) and it’s about a robot apocalypse… More or less. It takes place in a post apocalyptic environment, so… Anyway, I’m here to infodump about some of the models of robots/AIs in it!
Emotional support: Yes, there are emotional support robots/AIs. Why? Well, why not? They’re small, sweet, kind of childish, and don’t have the best mobility, since they’re honestly just supposed to sit at home, and say nice things. They are small, and light enough for travel, if you want to bother carrying them, though… Their heads are usually, like, box TVs, or stuff like that. Good enough to work, but not exactly the highest quality, y’know?
Social workers/John Does: I. LOVE. THESE. BASTARDS. The main protagonist is a John Doe, and he’s so ✨SILLY✨. John Does are robots/AIs made to work in more social situations, for example, office work, (which the beloved main John Doe of the story did) store workers, nurses, show hosts, and more! They’re built to be pretty simplistic, and easy to replicate. They’re essentially built like the average person, more or less. Their heads are usually like computers, or flatscreen TVs. They have average, if not a little bit above average mobility, and speed, and are fully capable of running, unlike emotional support robots/AI’s, who have tiny legs, lol-
Oh!! Also, their heads can essentially be “unplugged!” Their bodies are just so they can actually move around, and function. If you “injure” the body, it doesn’t do much to the actual AI. The head, (which is TV, or computer like, because I absolutely love object heads) is the actual AI’s main point, so if you damage that, it WILL actually affect it!
“Tyranny”: Tyranny Labs is an unofficial factory reusing defective robots/AIs, like, for example, John Does. They usually enhance the bodies, to be faster, stronger, and usually, for dramatic effect, taller than the original model. They are MUCH quicker then humans. They ARE dangerous. They’re usually used as mercenaries, assassins, bodyguards, and… Y’know. Stuff like that. Their designs and models can vary, some even having traits like claws, more animalistic appearing limbs, and occasionally, gods forgive me, tails.
?????: There is one guy- who’s name I won’t reveal, because massive spoilers- is actually a more or less self made android. Well, technically, he’s a cyborg, but he’s, like, 80-90% robotic. I will make a separate post at some point to talk about him, but he’s quite strange, and different from usual robots in this story, and I really like him, honestly!
WELP, that’s all for now! If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Buh-bye, and thank you for reading my strange autistic rambling!
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I'm here with propaganda for my beloved Dottore! He looks cute (especially in the official webcomic), but he's the definition of mad scientist. He experimented on a god in order to figure out how to clone himself (and seems to have made himself immortal), and decided to put godly essence inside of people just to see what would happen. He once turned a subordinate into a robot because he was annoyed too. Also, he has fangies!
I don’t know much about him but I already love this bastard scientist ✨
Also it turns out that one of my friends showed his webtoon design to me before! I don’t play Genshin so I didn’t know anything about his character.
Tbh the first thing I thought when I saw his design was “does he keep that mask on all the time or??” And made this masterpiece to demonstrate my confusion.
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he take a little sip ! a funny clown man, who turns out to be an megalomaniac, as I have now learned.
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b100k · 2 months
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nightmare time! forever and always and time bastard!!!!!
Loved forever and always, loved Lauren managing to play real Emma and robot Emma that was cool, robot Emma and Paul 23 my beloveds
Time bastard!!!! Loved that!! Jeff as Tinky was v cool I loved the connections between forever and always and time bastard too!
Currently watching Jane's A Car and this is so weird lmao
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hey mikey! for the character headcanons could you do starscream and/or fox, pls?
Gonna do Starscream my beloved bastard
Sexuality Headcanon: gay gay homosexual gay
Gender Headcanon: oh boy so complex. so much going on here. I usually think of Starscream as occupying a similar gender space to me, but coming from the AMAB rather than the AFAB side of things. I'm dysphoric and very gender non-conforming, and it's so tied to my lesbian identity that I could never separate the two. I've tried transitioning and decided it's not for me for a variety of reasons. All of this is basically how I feel about Starscream, though robots approach gender and sex differently so obviously there are going to be cultural differences. So his gender is shit fuck goddamn with a side of dysphoria.
A ship I have with said character: Starjack! I just think Wheeljack and Starscream are neat
A BROTP I have with said character: Windblade and Starscream are the annoying robot siblings I need in these trying times.
A NOTP I have with said character: Megatron and Starscream. I do think they were romantically involved in IDW, so I don't know if it really counts as a NOTP, but it's canonically an extremely abusive situation.
A random headcanon: He's very very lonely. He doesn't exactly have many friends, and especially post-war, no one wants anything to do with him. If you engage him in casual conversation he is going to go absolutely apeshit. Small talk is like crack to him he craves positive interaction so much.
General Opinion over said character: 999999999/10 he's the worst woman ever. He's my babygirl. I beat him up for no reason. I would hate him irl. Ideal specimen.
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out of curiosity, how do you interpret that line in the epilogues where dirk says jake does not respond to nice?
Homestuck question, my beloved! (side note: it's been a while since I read any official content, so take from this what you will)
Short answer: Dirk is being a dick. He's a redpilled asshole parroting "nice guys finish last" rhetoric: he was nice to Jake! And look where it got him!
Long answer:
Assumption A: Jake DOES respond to nice.
After all, how would we know. No one is ever nice to Jake. If this is true, then this is ultimately about Dirk and Dirk's perception of Jake.
Dirk believes he's been nice to Jake. Dirk is trying to be a better person! And he really really REALLY is trying. But Dirk's definition of nice historically has been controlling every potential outcome of his friend's lives, giving them robots that ultimately make their lives more difficult (from their perspective anyway) and generally engaging in behaviour or encouraging AR to engage in behaviour that is not received positively.
Dirk has done what he views to be his absolute best and Jake and him? Still not working. Still fighting, still breaking up, Jake still feels controlled and suffocated and Dirk still feels like he's not getting 100% of Jake's affections. (Maybe he isn't- canon is unclear about whether Jake actually cheats on Dirk or whether Dirk feels as though he's been cheated because Jake is His Person and His Person is sleeping with Other People)
(We then need to make another assumption here: assume that Dirk is telling the truth and that Jake loves him. From a solely character perspective (Ultimate Dirk twists the truth more than canon Dirk, and Jake is a giant ??? about feelings) you could go either way on whether that's true or not. From a narrative perspective, we have two narrative foils, bastard soulmates; they're a pair and it makes narrative sense that Jake is in love with Dirk. That's what their bastard wobbily recovery-isn't-linear character arcs culminate in: they're in fucking love, and it's a Major Problem for everyone in the vicinity. )
So Dirk gets his ultimate powers and realises Jake's in love with him. And he's fucking furious about it. Because he's BEEN nice, he's tried to love Jake, he's tried so fucking hard! And here Jake is, in love with him, and it's still not working. And Dirk draws the assumption many men on reddit who topple down a neo-fascist pipeline do: it's not MY fault, it's not a product of circumstances, it's JAKE'S fault. Jake doesn't respond to "nice." So I'll stop being mr. nice guy.
Now.
Assumption B: ...Dirk's right.
How would we know. No one's ever been nice to Jake before. Not in a way that we can quantify (token A of nicety makes the B of love come out). So maybe this is a Jake problem TOO.
Jake is a character who considers a woman who locked him in a dungeon and threatened him with sexual slavery and never even apologised to still be his friend, to still have his loyalties. I don't think Jake would understand nice unless it bit him before kissing him better. Besides: every nicety Jake's ever had has been taken away from him.
He considers himself to be broken, to be unworthy of love, unable to feel things like other people. Dirk is the one constant Jake has, the one thing he determines can't possible leave. Because Dirk loves him, and they're soulmates, and Jake can never ever ever acknowledge that without 7 layers of repression or he won't cope with the sheer vulnerability that comes with. Making yourself known to a person who can then hurt you but never leave.
Which means it's less dangerous if Dirk sorta kinda resents him a little. I mean, he can't leave, right? So Jake can go out and hurt himself (because, let's face it, a non-dismissable part of this is self harm) and push Dirk away and make Dirk hate him because it's easier to make Dirk hate him for something that Jake thinks he's in control of. Instead of settling into love and realising Dirk hates him anyway, and is still stuck with him, for something Jake can't control, for not being Poster Boy.
Is Jake consciously trying to push Dirk away or is he conscious that Dirk will never leave? Who knows. Dirk doesn't tell us and Jake has 0 agency of his own narrative in the epilogues to tell us either. Jake is barely a person in the epilogues because he's being consistently puppeted by every narrative force against his will. Does Jake subconsciously know this? Yeah. And that's exactly why Dirk DOES leave. Because fuck you narrative hope force in Jake's subconscious, Dirk can do what he likes.
But basically, I feel like "Jake doesn't respond to nice" is somewhere in the middle. Dirk is parroting redpill dudebro rhetoric because nice isn't giving him Jake, nice and fixed and emotionally stable. Jake also doesn't really respond to nice because nice is fleeting, nice is suspicious, and nice is something he can't earn, keep, hope to perpetually deserve. It's easier to be hot, and fake-stupid, and unattainable, and keep Dirk on his toes while perpetually spinning on a top for him because otherwise Dirk might look through the cracks and see that Jake is really nothing special at all underneath.
(also final note: he's talking about Jake and Jane in this context. Nice is never going to get Jane Jake, because Jake doesn't want her. Dirk's statement in the context of Jane not using "nice" is...more sinister still.)
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