#yes you are made of 1s and 0s

[totallyhextra]

People? In MY computer?? It's more likely than you think!

The following is a fanvertisment and is not connected to the show. ****Yet.*** *Also yes, this is the fourth time I'm posting this because TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT SPELLING MISTAKES!

ANYWAY,

Once upon a time, back in 1987, Dire Straits put out this music video for “Money for Nothing”, which, as you know, was a song about wanting my MTV. 

The video was made by two guys (Gavin Blair and Ian Pearson) on a very moody computer. After the video went out, these two guys went to a pub:

Ian: “Hey, we should make a whole show like this!”

Gavin: “Dude, making three minutes almost killed us.”

And so it was decided!🎉

The two guys were joined by two other guys (Phil Mitchell and John Grace) and created the Hub, which then became Mainframe Entertainment. They got even more people, and then they all holed up in this hotel.

They were mad lads with a dream: a whole cgi animated show, and they made it happen a whole year before Toy Story!

Behold! ReBoot!

(Yes that fever dream was real)

Now before I get any of this:

Let me lay this down. If you can’t with the animation of the first season because it was CUTTING EDGE IN 1994, you can close your eyes and listen to it. ReBoot wasn’t just a CGI gimmick. The characters are fully developed, the voice actors are peerless, the plot is sharp, and there’s so many easter eggs that you’ll never find them all.

Never

(And yes the episode "Bad Bob" was the actual catalyst for Fury Road. Look it up)

ReBoot is about what life is like in a computer (in the 90s, because it was the 90s) called Mainframe (because of course it is). People are sprites, the guys that look like 1s and 0s are binomes (which represent 1s and 0s). Bad guys are viruses, and the good guy is a Guardian named Bob, who is a certified cinnamon roll.

In the first season the eps are light and self-contained, mainly because there was constant friction between the Mainframe studios and the Board of Standards and Practices.

They still got away with some pretty dark stuff, like Megabyte (virus) making Enzo (the kid) watch his dog get sliced open (dog got away, obviously) , Dot (sprite) have a hallucinatory breakdown, and the fridge horror of realizing the thousands of worm things (nulls) that plunged off a bridge to their death were actually people.

And Hex's (virus

best girl) scary face single-handedly traumatized an entire generation. 🙂

But busting through a window was a no go, because WhAt If tHe cHiLdReN dID iT tOo?

Anyway, halfway through the second season, ABC cut them loose, so they were like, fuck it, we’re going to start going hard. The story shifted from episodic to arcs and things start to get serious.

Third season the show moved to YTV in Canada, which gave no fucks about shielding the innocent children.

So it got DARK

How dark?

The UK refused to show the entire season, so the audience there had to wait until pirated copies made it across the pond to see how it ended.

Also by 1997, the animation was gorgeous. (Best example of third season animation I could think of that didn't have spoilers)

The show was green-lit for a fourth season on Cartoon Network, but halfway through production Warner Bros took over and the same fucking thing happened.

Because Mainframe was halfway done, they decided not to scrap all of it, but knowing they wouldn't be able to finish it correctly, Mainframe stripped anything that would hint at Season Four's true ending, then left what remained on a cliff-hanger of angst.

FOR 22 YEARS

(It's also why the last four eps of season four seem to make no sense)

And so it was.

Other crap happened, the soul left Mainframe, and its animated corpse spat out “The Guardian Code” in 2018. 

But never say die! The year is (almost) 2024, 30 years later. ReBoot shall rise from the dead, because here come the documentary!!

Do you dare see what you’ve been missing?

What the (UK) government doesn’t want you to know?? 

Then come on down to ReBoot!

We got:

Magnificent bastards with sexy voices!

(Tony Jay at his best)

Kickass women who could probably crush your head with their thighs and you’d enjoy it!

Innuendos in a kid's show!

💗 This adorable cinnamon roll!! 💗

Insane third season glow-ups!

YOUR NEW GOD

These guys!

(Gay roller-skating binome is my boi. I named him Jerry)

Nonstop cultural refs (You'll never find them all. Never.)

(There are literally videos dedicated to trying)

So many computer puns!

Body Horror!

Existential Crisis!

HAVE I MENTIONED YOUR NEW GOD?

This is it, folks! The real thing, the gem hidden in the moose-filled forests of Canadia!🌲🌲🌲

Take a trip inside a mid-90’s computer!

See the World Wide Web! (omg):

Witness the original purple Gamecubes that randomly fall from the sky when the owner of the computer (OUR GOOD LORD THE USER) wants to play a game. If it lands on people and they lose, they dissolve into mindless energy leeches, fated to tormented by their former bretheren for all of eternity.

Just like in real life! 🙃

So watch the eps! They on YouTube!

I think they're on Pluto, Hulu, Sling, and Tubi too! Also DVDs for people who have the patience to wait for them!

WATCH! BELIEVE! SUFFER THE SOUL-CRUSHING RAGE OF THE SEASON 4 CLIFF-HANGER!* (come on, its fun!)*

HYPE THE DOC!

The more people hype, the better the chances of actually getting it finished.

NOW SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!

And now I will leave you with this screenshot from the ep "Painted Windows", where dicks can clearly be seen drawn upon the wall behind the fleeing anthropomorphized television.

(PS: If you heard the clown pic at the top of the page in your head, you're welcome)

IMPORTANT UPDATE

This message is now approved by Gavin Blair! He's an awesome guy. Show him some love on TWITTER (fuck you musk) at @TheRealMrSweary Also, if you want to share this with non-tumblr friends, here is my attempt at a webpage version:

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#90s #90s aesthetic #90s nostalgia #90s kid #canada #reboot show #Reboot cartoon #hexadecimal #reboot 1994 #reboot #bob (reboot) #dot matrix #mouse (reboot) #megabyte reboot #Enzo reboot #Phong reboot #gavin blair #Ian Pearson #mainframe entertainment #reboot mainframe #mainframe studios #canadian art #canadian animation #retro cgi #old cgi #vintage cgi #cgi #animation #media recs #watchlist

[pan-fried-autism]

REVEMGE STORY TEE HEE HEE

Bowler kept using explosion blasts on my characters so I’m writing a story as revenge

This story is called nikolai get Fired :(((((((

AHEM

one day nikolai was sitting at his awesome desk and leaning back in his gamer chair.

“man.” he said, “I love being self employed. I can’t be fired and I get paid one million dollars an hour”

he was so cool.

suddenly, somebody came through his desk mirror. it looked like nikolai but he was dark and edgy.

“hello. I am SHADOW YOU. My name is spelled with a ye. my name is Nikolye.

“woah. what are you doing here”

shadow nikolye gave him something

it was papers.. and they were pink.

he KNEW what it meant.

“you’re fuuh.. fuh…. FIRING ME?????????”

“ye”

Several cartoon sound effects played as Nikolai took in the news.

“damn 😔”, he said, saying the emoji as a series of 0s and 1s

Shadow nikolye sat in the gamer chair as nikolai packed his hello kitty themed suitcase and slinked out the door.

he drove home in his F 150. he didn’t remmmber owning one

When he got home Grem was eating his t patch’s and plutonium at the same time

“Germ. I got fired” he said so so so so sadly

“Nikolai that is cringe. why”

“my evil shadow self did it”

“oh lol”

That night Grem laughed at him at dinner and he got very sad.

“Grem please I needed those million dollars a second”

“nikolai all you do with them is but Pokémon cards”

“oh”

That night (but more) nikolai lay awake.

“nikolai will you go the fuck to sleep already” Grem asked gently

“but my money.. sniff sniff 🥺”

“cant you become a v tuber?”

“That’s true.”

“yeah. get out of bed this instant and start playing genshin impact@

At roughly 2:30 in the morning nikolai sat at his basement desk playing genshin impact using a really basic looking v tuber rig. in his Defense he didn’t really know how to make one. he made 1 billion dollar

#shitpost

[bellafragolina]

Heya again! Hope you don't mind the prompt but...

What if Ingo was sort of self aware? Or at least aware of the fact that you and him are on the opposite sides of fantasy and reality? What if he was just as besotted for us as we are to him or moreso?

What if he was to write a loveletter expressing his sorrow of never being able to be truly with the reader? ;w; hhhhhhnnnngh I'm so sad Ingo doesn't exist... he's the perfect man really! TwT if only he felt similar for me...

Aw, I know how you feel. Don't worry, love, I have no doubt that Ingo would love you were he real <3 Also I'm assuming you mean the Ingo from Black/White, but I'm happy to write for Warden Ingo if you want!

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo realized his world wasn't real when he started seeing the code. Everything around him, even him himself, was made of 1s and 0s, all of it capable of tweaking, of change, should he just reach in and move some things around. It was terrifying to realize, devastating to know he and his brother weren't real, but it explained some things as well. Your player character, the erratic behavior and movement style of them, it was because you, the player, were real, outside of this device he lived in.

He saw you for the first time, in the sky, through the screen. You smiled so sweetly when you played, speaking to the other characters, catching and training your Pokémon. He could hear you some days, hear you lamenting that the things in the game weren't real, that. . . he wasn't real.

Your kindness and skills when challenging his lines easily made him fall for you. You wished he was real? He wished the same. He would give anything to be in your world with you, or you in his world with him. The chance to feel you, hold you, kiss you? He would take it in a heartbeat, consequences be damned.

Ingo disregards the game's normal flow in a moment of passion and desperation. He approaches your character before the Elite Four, a letter clutched in his fist, and passes it over after a short speech on how it contains something important, please keep an open mind about it?

Dearest,

I know this is hard to understand, but these past few days you have been one of the only things I can manage to think of. I look up at you and see your smile, and I feel so warm. I hear you speak the same of me, and I wish to join you in your world, or have you join me in mine, but I have no idea of how to accomplish such a thing. It hurts, knowing I can never truly be with you, but I hope to at least express to you my feelings to you through this letter.

I love you. If you are willing, I would revere the chance to try and be with you. If you feel the same, meet me in the Gear Station. I'll be waiting.

Yours forever, Ingo

It's hard to resist such a sweet letter, and you're curious. Is this real? Could he really be awake, conscious of this reality, and love you like the letter says? You go to the Gear Station, find him, and talk to him. Ingo is thrilled to see you, and immediately asks if this means you accept his feelings and are willing to try this out. You're given a prompt, yes or no, and he hopes whatever you choose you don't leave him. He fears if you abandon the game, he'll succumb to the madness of nothingness.

🍓🍓🍓

I would do it, I would brave the engineering and tech schooling necessary to get him an android body, math be damned.

Hope you liked it, love! Have a wonderful day!

#ingo x reader #submas x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines

[amidissociative]

hello. i need help from the OSDDID community.

hi there. call me C. i need help figuring out whether what im experiencing is common in the OSDDID community or not. not going to put too much identifying information here but the body is 20+.

TWs for rape (in adulthood), childhood sexual abuse, emotional abuse, etc. under the cut.

thanks for opening the post.

i seriously am confused and scared and a little bit angry because how would this sort of thing not be obvious to both myself and other people. yeah i guess dissociative disorders are meant to be covert but... come oooooon.

i've been raped 5 times as an adult (by the same person, long sad story blah blah), and have one extremely strong memory of a family member probably molesting me. the memory has never changed nor faded but i didnt actually acknowledge it as molestation until earlier this year when i realised, hey, maybe thats a bit fucked up actually.

anyway, i took the MID (Multidimensional Inventory of Dissociation) test a couple days ago and i really did not like my results. I was as honest as i could be, since the test was self-administered and i wasnt trying to impress anyone or prove anything or whatever the fuck. These were the first results i got (dark blue line is MY average, yellow is DID-patient average, light blue is OSDD average, pink is non-dissociative patient average):

obviously to me that reads as Bad and also Extremely Consistent With DID which i really don't fucking like.

Today i spent some time doing fucky little things to the answers i gave to the test. By which i mean, i went through my answers, and dropped all of the numeric scores by 2 points, unless the scores were a 2, 1, or 0 already. Therefore a 10 became an 8, a 5 became a 3, etc., but a 2 became a 1, and both 1s and 0s stayed the same. That means all the answers i gave an answer ABOVE 0 to, still had an answer above 0, but the drop as was consistent across the board as i could make it. The chart i got from that was:

NOT IDEAL.

so i went back and dropped ALL of the answers by one more point, regardless of what they were originally. meaning, 1s became 0s. everything dropped one entire point. the chart i got then was as follows:

AGAIN. NOT IDEAL. DOESNT MAKE ME HAPPY TO LOOK AT.

in essence i want to ask the OSDDID community: what am i looking at. is this real. is this possible. because i really actually don't want it to be, i dont like it, i dont want this. i would actually be happier with a schizophrenia diagnosis which is probably saying a lot since that disorder is also heavily stigmatised.

like yeah sure i guess theres 3 people in my head that like to take turns piloting the meatsuit but GOD ABOVE I THOUGHT THAT WAS NORMAL? HOW ISNT ANY OF THIS JUST NORMAL?

i am on my hands and knees here begging for insight, for advice, for anything. please. please.

before you get on my ass: YES, i am actively looking into psychiatric advice. my therapist as well as my gp/pcp have already made moves towards it. my country is just slow as fuck.

#osddid #actually did #did osdd #did system #actually dissociative #actually mentally ill #actually traumagenic #actually traumatized #traumagenic system #traumagenic did #traumagenic osdd #osdd #osdd system #osdd 1b #dissociative system #alters #headmates #didosdd #did alter #begging for help here actually.

[qqthequinn]

First post, and hopefully not the last

I guess... on a site like Tumblr, which has around 222.7 million* visitors in a month, it's not unthinkable to say that there are probably thousands (if not hundreds of thousands) of users that are starting their first posts today, like me.

Whether they're first-timers or returning users of the site, I'd like to say "Hi, how are you? New here? So am I, kinda... I'm a little scared and somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of showing my writings and rambles to strangers, especially when it concerns me as a person, but I hope this journey treats us well and it's one that we'll enjoy."

Yes, I do belong to the latter group, the returning adventurer. I left Tumblr somewhere in the mid-2010s when I found it to be going out of trend when you put it in competition with other social media sites like YouTube, Twitter, or Instagram.

And unfortunately, at the time at least, my life revolved around keeping up with the latest trends. I was a social media manager of sorts, an aspiring writer sometimes, but mainly a slave to corporate marketing for the most part. So yeah, "Not gaining traction? I abandon.". That became my motto, for most things in life, even after I left the marketing game.

So believe me when I say, I'm frightened. it's hard for me to stay here, just writing into the unknown. Not knowing whether this will gain traction, not knowing if I'll gain anything (preferably monetary-driven) out of this, not knowing if this is even worth me sitting down for at least 30 minutes a day on my already mentally exhausting schedule, not knowing if I'll find acceptance within myself...

The list goes on...

But you know what? For the first time in forever, I have the opportunity to write something without the attachment of earning money through my skill. This skill that I loved so much as a kid, this skill that connects my past, present, and future. This skill that I have missed more than the dearest, closest person that I know.

It's as if, writing is me, and I am writing. And I've missed getting to know the real me after compromising myself and staying stagnant in who I am for so long...

Pretty trippy, I have to admit. But yeah, this is just me, trying to get to know myself a bit better through my writing. Relaying what my thoughts are in these white pages made from 0s and 1s. On a site that the New Yorker is calling "Famous for Being Obsolete".

What I am hoping though, even if everything burns to the ground, some parts of my words reach out to people with the same "vibes" as me (yeah, that word has definitely been over-used, but hey, it fits the context) and makes them feel seen.

So yeah, hi! The name is QQ and this is my story.

#first post #first steps #qqwrote

[voidbears-oc-stash]

Ultra: considering my powers get stronger PHYSICALLY i get more powerful! the more i hate myself!/ the more negative my outlook is! YES in that way? making ME a better HERO? is another way! but it can't be helped! dad made SURE of it... Blacky do you know what its LIKE to have yer mind be code? that works of a BASE premade set of code? i its like the foundation of a house! you can change what ON it! but to change it ITSELF brings it all down! my dad! made me HATE myself! made this doubt a part of me that if removed would be like LOBOTOMIZING me- if not FLAT out murder me! i manage i find reasons to keep going! but that voice in my head! THE ACTUAL 1s and 0s in my head will haunt me FOREVER! all cause my dad wanted the perfect Ultraviolet lantern- confused POWERFUL with perfect if ya ask me-

"Oh what you don't know..." Blacky says. "Do I really need to explain the whole simulation universe thing again?" he asks

Nameless shrugs "I guess only if you want to. I thought you were gonna go down the incomprehensible route."

#oc roleplay #jax #blacky the void demon #nameless

[charleetyger]

#activismthroughhashtags: how to exercise your digital citizenship.

Let's begin with a question:

The answer is... ALL OF THE ABOVE.

As the week 5 lecture suggests, digital citizenship is the overarching term to describe the above 5 aspects. Digital citizenship also describes the potential to benefit society as a whole and 'facilitate the membership and participation of individuals within society.' (Mossberger et al. 2008: 1).

Furthermore, the Office of the eSafety Commissoner, the NSW Department of Education, suggests that a good digital citizen is someone 'with the skills and knowledge to effectively use digital technologies in a positive way to participate in society, communicate with others, and create and consume digital content.'

What I'm trying to say is that with good digital citizenship, you are able to create a positive impact on real-world issues.

'wait,,, u mean i could make a real life social change thru the 0s and 1s matrix in my phone screen?'

Yes! You can! We can!

In recent years, digital citizens using 'digital mechanisms have become an integral part of young people's political and electoral campaigning' (Vromen, p. 97). Take the Australian Greens Party for an example. In the 2022 Victorian election, the Greens Party took to TikTok—where the majority of the new gen z voters spend most of their online lives these days—to educate young voters on Australian politics under the hashtag #auspol, #votegreens, and #auspolitics.

This meme is a response to the electoral vote of 2022. (and yeah, made by a gen z for the gen zees lol)

With this introduction of new age communications, such as TikTok media content creation, digital citizens have more easily accessible routes of communications—and that goes both ways. The digital public sphere (remember, the sphere we talked about in recent posts...yeah, y'all know the ones) has encouraged both everyday citizens to communicate and connect with institution and political parties, such as the Greens Party. As a result, social media and the new aged digital public sphere has created an environment wherein a digital citizen can exercise their, well...their digital citizenship!

In this week's reading by Moonsun Choi and Dean Cristol, the authors explain to us readers how this real life social change is made. 'when individual's personalised activities and engagement become a collective process, the movement for change grows larger and stronger, leading to a social movement.' (Choi & Cristol, 2021, p. 365).

In this video below, an Australian #IndigenousDad Joel Bayliss, explains how social media can inspire social change. The collective process that Choi & Cristol explain in their study is in full swing in Bayliss's talk. Real people on social media, just like yourself, can make REAL and POSITIVE CHANGE.

References:

Choi, M & Cristol, D 2021, Digital citizenship with intersectionality lens: Towards participatory democracy driven digital citizenship education’, Theory Into Practice, vol. 60, no. 4, pg. 361-370

Mossberger, Karen & Tolbert, Caroline & McNeal, Ramona. (2007). Digital Citizenship: The Internet. Society, and Participation.

Office of the eSafety Commissioner, circa 2023, 'About Digital Citizenship': The attitude, skills, knowledge and behaviours in a digital society. <https://www.digitalcitizenship.nsw.edu.au/about>

Vromen, A, 'Political Engagement in the Australian Digital Context' Australian Parilament House. p. 97).

#mda20009 #week5 #digitalcitizenship #Youtube

[gamelost]

𝙲:\𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜\  @yoakkemae​ \ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝> 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕> 𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁. >  ❝ 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ? ❞

FACT: matt jeevas was third in line to be the next L. FACT: matt jeevas never wanted to be L.

these two truths that existed in the same plane of existence, two truths that compounded together to form matt’s opinion that wammy’s house was bullshit. though, as he would say if pressed (by anyone who knew, at least), really it should be common sense that wammy’s house was bullshit from the get go. orphans brought in because they were special? absolute bullshit.

(sometimes he wondered how many of them were doomed from the start, 0s and 1s in a system with a kill switch--) but he’s getting distracted.

he can’t really remember when he got over whatever weird negative opinion he had of near from when he was twelve. there was a part of him that was just annoyed by near’s existence because he was so effortlessly the best, but who knew how much of that was mello’s (also twelve year old) opinion bleeding into him.

either way, now he finds himself at the headquarters of near’s -- no, L’s - new... team? team seems to be the right word. he supposes he has a role in that new team, seeing as he has done some hacking work for near since everything went down, but honestly some days he feels a bit like a wad of gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes, adamantly refusing to be scraped off.

and he’s getting distracted again.

he actually doesn’t even realize near’s speaking for a second and then he blinks back into reality and out of the binary code in his head, eyelids fluttering as he refocuses in on reality.

(fuck, he misses his goggles. he’s been scouring ebay but nothing has come up that has quite the same kick as his old pair. it was shit, is what it was.)

hm. is it worse to say he wasn’t paying attention, own up to his own distraction? or is it worse to lie and say yes. it was hard to lie to near, though, and half the time he really did feel like near could sniff out his deception. mind made up, then.

"i honestly didn’t notice you were even talking.”

bite the bullet, matty. stand right in front of that train barreling down at you and find out what happens when it hits. (never let it be said he didn’t have the same flair for dramatics that mello did.)

#yoakkemae #this ended up being so much longer than i was really uhhhhhhhh intending #whoops. #𝖒. « 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. / ic response. »

[dvbliew]

6. I have never believed that anyone is replaceable. No one is. If anyone were replaceable, they would not exist in the first place. The advent of the internet, the world being tinified into 1s and 0s, and planes eating up distances in concorde-like fashion; has made us be too liberal with the, 'There are 7,000,000,000+ souls in the world' line of thought. There's always someone better out there. Hence we will not have difficult conversations. We will be proud and seek out the next soul. We refuse to work on our existing interactions and focus on the possible ones. Oh the pride! Imagine 1000 years ago. Our ancestors were respectful of limitation. They must have truly worked on their inter-personal skills because they really had no options. Horses and camels and dhows, sailships, could not allow you to eye your 'soulmate' even 5000 km away. You had to really humble yourself and work with the hardheaded soul that had been arranged for you. Which is why we exist and are strong. We were forged from dire circumstances. Our ancestors lived in such tight geographical spaces. They only saw the sun from one perspective. They only ate that which was around them naturally. They had to take care of their resources as there was no Elon to fly them to Mars once they had irrevocably, irreversibly broken the earth. Back to what we were talking about, sometimes, the infinity of options paralyses us as humans. It proudens us. And only in times of severe pain, and adversity do we get clarity and become united in one front. We need to hold everyone we have an honour of meeting in high esteem. All whilst commanding respect, and acknowledging that there are indeed options. Having options is no reason to treat people we once, or still, care for unjustly. Yes, there are 7 billion plus people, which is why you should be honoured that you have a specific picking of the 1 or 10 or 100 that you truly are in alignment with. You are not for the 7 billion. You are for those whose fates are intertwined with yours. (at Sarit Center, Nairobi, Kenya) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChosAinIdAOqtcsyqrtRTkbxDmsY5mp6BHqC5Q0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[honeybee-fuzz]

I just think that meeting old animal crossing villagers in new games, keeping them on your island or letting them go or even just seeing them in passing is so nostalgic, like yes you do not know me. yes we have known each other so many times before. for so long. I have loved you in many lifetimes and I will keep choosing to love you. you are a stranger that feels like home,

#like listening to an old song #and when they ask for ur name u smile #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #acnl #video game #video games #yes you are made of 1s and 0s #I still love you

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Hajime Hinata with a Yandere AI S/O who can control the killing game

Trigger warning: Yandere themes (reader/you), forced relationships, manipulation (mentally, emotionally, literally), pain. Probably OOC (sorry). ❗❕SPOILERS❗❕

Note: this was inspired by @daisyfics headcanons on a reader similar to Monika. Please go read them, they're very good! Also. . Idk about this one, I might rewrite it. I just felt inspired and went with it, but it's probably super ooc for hajime.

You were a rogue AI, originally made to help the remnants of despair. But in the end, you only cared about haijme. . Or izuru, but you probably preferred the former.

You took control over everything that happened in the machine, overpowering monokuma's own control. Instead of ending the killing game though, you allowed to continue.

Because, it helped get you what you wanted. And what you wanted was hajime's affection, and love, and devotion.

Hajime only saw you as another classmate at first, but he slowly began to develop a small crush on you. How couldn't he? You affected such a charming personality. He couldn't help but fall for you, especially when you showed him affection (which, originally, he was a bit uncomfortable with).

Day by day, you progressively got more clingy and even demanding of his time and attention. He'd shut you down when you'd get like this, trying to reason with you and attempting to calm you down when it was obvious you were getting jealous and even occasionally hostile; it was getting ridiculous now.

So, you'd take your anger out on the other students. You'd never harm haijme though, probably not anyway.

You began to tweak and twist the personalities and mental states of all the ultimates on the island, making them dislike, avoid, and even react aggressively towards him. He didn't know what was happening, why everyone suddenly hated him. Even chiaki and usami avoided him now, with pained and pitied looks on their faces.

And then, you'd swoop in, showering him with love and affection. You planted seeds in his mind, that he didn't need anyone else; all he needed was you. You two together could take on the entire world. Just the two of you.

And those seeds sprouted magnificently. Haijme had no one to turn to, no one that would listen except you, and your sweet comforting words brought him so much love.

The only time people would listen was during trials, which had progressively became more frequent and violent. He hadn't noticed how bad everyone had gotten, since you kept him on a tight leash.

And even during those trials, people would state their distaste towards them. He even asked why everyone hated him, and all they could reply with collectively was "I dunno, I just do".

The one who seemed to not have any dislike towards him was chiaki, who--while not being able to speak or even interact with him directly--could tell him through letters. She warned him about you, telling him in a note that you were the reason why everyone was acting strange. Why she couldn't talk to him. Why all the students suddenly couldn't stand him.

At first, he didn't believe it. But the more he thought about it, the more he began to get suspicious. You were so clingy, so suffocating even. And soon, he began to believe chiaki. Were you spreading rumours about him?? So you could isolate him? So you could have him only for yourself??

When he confronts you, asking if you were the one who made everyone dislike him, you're puzzled. How did he know?

You tell him no, that you'd never do such a thing, which he doesn't truly believe. Before he can refute, you ask him why he asked, and he replied dumbly by saying it was chiaki who told him.

And this would lead to an argument. You asking why he was with chiaki, him asking why you want to know and why she couldn't talk to him because of you.

He eventually stormed off, frustrated and angry at you. And you were left feeling the same, but now with a deadly thirst for digital blood.

Chiaki was found dead the next day, her body crushed under the weight of broken debris. Several monomi bots were alongside her, flatten into pancakes.

Hajime looked so confused, and disturbed, and distraught at the sight. And here you happened to be, trying to make him feel better. Trying to comfort him in his frozen state, likely running your hands down his arms or patting his shoulder saying 'it was bound to happen' in a neutral or possibly even jovial tone.

But hajime isn't comforted. He's actually scared now, because he thinks you did it. A deeper part of him knows you did it. And he accuses you of it, which. . While yes you did, doesn't make his tone any less hurtful.

So, you tell him the truth about it. How you only did it because she was getting in the way of something she couldn't understand! She was a threat, and had to be taken care of. You described everything, and it only made him feel sick and revolted at you.

He tells you you're a monster, a murderer, and that he's gonna tell everyone what you did. And those words sting, and they make you angry.

So you threatened him, telling him you'll get rid of everyone if he doesn't act like you wanted him too. He challenges this remark, and so you fight back.

You show him exactly what you mean by reanimating chiaki's broken corpse, moving it and speaking through it like a puppet. He's stunned at first, before he freaks out and flinches away when you move it closer to him.

You bring him to where everyone else is, and display just how much power you have over this world. You begin to bring everyone who died back, this time really alive and working. Everyone's shocked, some are even happy. But that happiness is short-lived when you give in to the power.

You started to twist the world around you, and began to corrupt and brutally change everyone. You had them killed, brought back; executed, brought back, and so on. And hajime has to watch them killed in front of his eyes again, and again, and again.

You even punish him too by forcing him to remember who he really was, overloading his senses, and then going even further by killing and executing him as well.

He's breaking down faster then you thought, begging you to stop. He's crying, and in so much pain, but you just keep it going until you think he's had enough. And that isn't until hours in. Or at least what he thinks is hours.

When you're done, everything's gone black. Everyone's gone. There's only hajime in the fetal position, eyes stained with tears and exhaustion. He's shivering, and even the faintest touch would induce pain to him in this moment.

And then you swoop in, gently caressing his skin. Even if his body appeared fine, the pain and cuts and bruises still felt like they were there. So when your touch only caused him to feel soothed and calm, he was confused. . And instinctively his body wriggled closer to you. Weakly

You whispered into his ear, shushing his silent sobs and flinching. You told him it was all ok, it was all alright. You were here, and that's all he needed.

After that, hajime was careful.

You 'reset' the program, bringing everybody and everything back to their original slates. Except for hajime. He's forced to remember what you did to him. You make sure he remembers so he won't step out of line.

Chiaki and monomi are gone. They were no longer needed. And knowing you erased them completely just adds another layer of despair and depression for him.

He hates you. He fears you, but what can he do? You have him and everyone else in your control.

Don't bother thinking the future foundation will help either. Your control is so extreme, you're able to work the machines now. And besides

Their bodies are long dead anyway.

They'll never leave you. . He'll never leave you.

If hajime tries to fight against your grip well. . You may just have to punish him again. And if that still doesn't fix him, then. .

Maybe you'll have to be much more direct with the problem, by picking apart and swapping around his code. After all, everything's just 1s and 0s now.

He may come a little different, but he's still your hajime. He's just. . The version you want him to be.

And if that is the route you choose, then he'll love you unconditionally.

And really, that's all you want.

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Frozen Paws, Frozen Heart

Entrapta X Hordak fic! (with Frosta’s participation)

Author’s note: I’m very, very proud of this fic! I just like writting/drawing Hordak being a parental figure! I really hope you guys like this one! Again, I’m always open to criticism and forgive my bad grammar! Tell me what you thought about it!

WARNINGS: Swearing?? Frosta swears a lot, I think we’re all very aware of that...

Clouds of dust and snow formed where Frosta had run past, zipping through the white, cold landscape, tirelessly chasing the hare. She barked and growled attempting to grab the swift thing with her mouth or paws, but it was always a little out of her reach. Frosta almost fell, making another rough turn, following the hare, surely trying to shake her off. Her little paws ached, having run so fast for so long, but the pup ignored it with a determined look on her face. She was going to catch this damn hare if it was the last thing she did! She barked and barked, as if that would make the hare go slower. The pup had been chasing that thing for three weeks now, and she wasn't about to stop! Until a terrible smell hit her nose. Frosta stopped abruptly, sliding in the snow a little. She fell head-first in the ground, and shook it off her fur and big coat. The hare looked behind it's shoulders, stopping after realising Frosta stopped chasing it, hoping back to her. The pup raised her snout, sniffing the air. The hare raised itself on it's hind legs and sniffed. -You smell it to? -Frosta asked it. It turned to her without an answer. She slowly made her way through the snow, following the smell. She recognised it now, the smell of bitter metal scrap. She recognised it from Entrapta. From the Fright Zone. Frosta ran up a hill to see better and try to make it out where the smell came from, and sure enough: a big, steel tank, with Dryl's crest on it, slowly making it's way through the snowy territory. HER snowy territory! She growled to herself, her fur rising in her neck in anger. What was Entrapta doing in the Northern Reach?! A spark lit in Frosta's head. She remembered Adora reporting to her that Scorpia, Catra and Entrapta had attacked the Northern Reach once, when they still worked for the Horde, looking for tech. As she was about to go after the tank, she saw the lid on top of it open, and out of it, Hordak peeked his head out. Frosta growled even louder. Not thinking, she decided to run for it. As she got close to the tank, she turned to the hare who was still following her. -It's not safe for you! Go back home, I'll meet you there! The hare turned around and hoped back. Frosta climbed up the stairs and on top of the tank, where she slowly opened the lid and peeked inside before falling in. She hit the metal floor head-first, making a loud CLANG. Rubbing her head with her paws, she looked around, examining the inside filled with wires, metal scrap, tools on the floor and a pile of boxes with Dryl's crest. Pointing her nose to the floor, Frosta slowly explored around, leaving a trail of snow behind her. Her ears raised and she turned her head when she heard footsteps behind her. In a panic, she jumped behind the boxes, and hid there. Through a space between her hiding spot, she peeked to see Hordak, wearing a huge and probably very heavy dark blue fur coat, approaching the slid where she fell through. Frosta froze in place and held her breath. She couldn't let him see her! Not because she was scared of Hordak, she wasn't scared of anything! But Frosta didn't want to be thrown out yet. His eyes glowed in the dark. A red light casting on his surroundings, making him look even more monstrous. His steps slowing down as he saw the snow on the floor melting. The cat sniffed around, for sure catching her scent, as his ears drew back and he unsheathed his claws. Frosta gulped. She heard his claws could cut through pure steel. Like all the other princesses, she had heard stories about Hordak before they actually met. He didn't seem so scary up close, but she wasn't ready to find out if his claws hurt or not. He followed her scent, slowly getting closer to her hiding spot, a growl rising deep in his throat. Frosta's ears fell and her tail hid between her legs. Her paw opened as she made a snow ball out of thin air, ready to throw it in his big, scrawny face. As Hordak was about to take another step, there was a chirp from the corridor. A small kitten-bat-monkey-thing-creature flew over to him trilling and chirping, covered in snow. It stopped at his paws and shook the snow off it's little body, revealing a fluffy and wet dark blue sweater, matching Hordak's fur coat. -Aargh! Imp! -Hordak hissed. -Look at the mess you made! Your clothes are soaked! The "Imp"-thingy laughed, it's tail held high. Hordak growled again, drawing his claws back. He nudged the kitten with wings back to the dark corridor and walked with it as it took flight again. Frosta peeked her head out as their steps faded away. Slowly, she comes out from behind the boxes and scoots closer to the wall, following Hordak. The corridor is dark, she can barely see a thing, but manages to follow the cat by his scent and the faint talking from the end of the hall. There's a big room ahead, Frosta can make out more boxes, tools on the ground, computer screens and Entrapta. Sitting on her big pet robot Emily, tapping in some kind of tablet, wearing a hoodie and big ear protectors. As Frosta was about to jump her and ask what she wanted in the Northern Reach, Hordak entered the room, carrying the kitten with wings, in a now dry sweater. Entrapta's ears perked up and she stretched her paws to cradle the cat-thingy against her chest. -You're watching him! -Hordak grumbled. -He decided to go outside to play in the snow and I had to dry him! Entrapta's tail wagged. -Aaww! He just wanted to build a snowman, didn't ya, Imp? The kitten trilled back to her and nuzzled her chest, then turned to Hordak and stuck out his tongue to him. Hordak growled and Entrapta laughed. She wrapped her ear around him and pulled herself closer so she could rest her head on his shoulder. Hordak nuzzled her cheek, purring. -Blergh! -Frosta gaged. She shouldn't have done that. Imp's folded ears perked up and he sniffed around. A tiny growl rising in his throat, his tail swished as he looked directly where Frosta was hiding. She gulped. Hordak, following Imp's eyes, stepped closer. Entrapta tilted her head, holding Imp close to her, and petting Emily to calm her. The both whined and turned to her, looking for reassurance. -What is it? -she looked at Imp, then at Hordak, then back. -What's wrong? There's nothing there. It's okay. Nobody's here- -AH, YOU PEST!!! Entrapta turned to see Hordak snarling, his face covered in snow, holding a very angry, barking Frosta by her scruff. -Frosta! The pup tried to turn and run, but Hordak's grip on her tightened and Entrapta wrapped her ear around her waist, lifting her upside down. Her big coat fell in front of her face, and she had to slap it away to look at them. -What are you doing here? -she asked excited. -What are YOU doing here?! The Northern Reach is MY territory! -Frosta growled. -Is it? I didn't know that! Last time I was here, it was just unmarked land! -Entrapta said, gently putting Frosta on the ground. -Well, it's marked now! Why did you bring a tank in the middle of the snow anyway? -Our experiments do not concerns you, pup! Hordak towered over her, his ears back. Grumpy as always. Frosta wanted to throw a snowball at him everytime she looked at his stinky face, and it was very tempting to do it again. -This is no place for a child, get out of our tank and go home! -he hissed, walking back to Entrapta. Frosta jumped in front on him and growled, standing between him and the Princess. Who did he think he was?! -No, YOU go home! -she barked. -You came here out of nowhere, without my permission, with a TANK! If you wanted to start another war you could have said it to my face! -Permission?! -he laughed. -We don't need permission from a 9 month old pup! -UH, I'M 11, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! They both growled loudly at each other. Frosta's neck fur was tingled and Hordak's tail swished from to side, both bearing their teeth. Entrapta pulled Frosta to sit on her lap and rested a ear on Hordak's shoulder. -Sorry about coming out of nowhere, Frosta, we didn't know it was part of your kingdom! -Entrapta pat her on the head gently. -We just need an energy source! Our old one got busted when the Fright Zone was destroyed! -Didn't you get attacked by a bunch of worms? At least, that's what Scorpia said! -Yes! But the energy sources were left intact! As long as we don't wake the worms again, we should be fine! Frosta huffed as she sat down. -Why do you need an energy source anyway? -she crossed her arms. -Are you building another evil weapon?! -Evil weapon! -Entrapta cackled. -Of course not, Frosta! You're so silly! She pat her head again, ruffling her fur, which Frosta had to fix. -What are doing so far from home? This is no place for a pup to be alone by herself! Frosta stuck her nose up and copied his accent. -My exploring does not concern you, BITCH! Hordak hissed. "YOU PEST!!!", Imp echoed Hordak's words back to Frosta and she stuck out her tongue at him. Emily looked around all of them, beeping worriedly. -You know, Frosta, for a puppy your size, you sure have a very extended vocabulary... -I say we wash her dirty mouth with soap! -Hordak growled. -That's what children like her earned for their disrespect, back at the Fright Zone! -I'M GONNA WASH YOUR MOUTH WITH SNOW, MOTHER FUCKER! COME AT ME! -Ok, you both, quit it! -Entrapta barked. She sounded serious this time. -Nobody's gonna come at anybody! And nobody's having their mouth washed! Something behind her started beeping and a little red light started flashing. Entrapta grumbled and tapped at her keyboard, making a bunch of 1s and 0s appear in one of the screens. She turned to Hordak. -I think something in the front motor froze! Hordak, can you go check for me? The cat growled softly out of frustration, his expression some-what hurt... He looked at Entrapta, looked at Frosta, and back at Entrapta. -Fine... -hesitating, he turned to walk away, shooting a nasty side-eye at Frosta. She sticks her middle finger at him as he walks away, complaining to himself. -Ha-ha! -she laughs, victoriously. She turned to Entrapta, who was still taping at her keyboard, more 0s and 1s showing on her screen. She didn't share the same smile Frosta had. -What do you see in that guy? -the she finally asked. -He's my lab partner! -Yeah, but, he's an old... Clone... Bat... Thing! -Appearances aren't everything in a relationship, Frosta. -Entrapta turned to her. -I know that, but... -Frosta tried to think of what to say, but didn't know how to explain herself. She did not like Hordak overall. -I mean... He's Hordak! And you're you! -Yeah, but we get along perfectly! -Entrapta smiled at her. -Our species don't exactly match, but we like the same things, we like to spend time together, our aesthetic is the same like our ideals and our morals! We just... Like each other! -I get why he likes YOU, I don't get why you like HIM! He's always grumpy, and bossy, and saying complicated words... -That's just how he is! I once heard someone say that Glimmer was hot-headed, stubborn, short-tempered and hard to get along with! But that doesn't mean you like her any less, does it? -NO! WHO SAID THAT?! -Frosta stood up and created a fist of hard ice around her paw. -I'M GONNA PUNCH THEIR FACE INTO THEIR SKULL! -NOT the point! -Entrapta gently pushed her paw down, and the pup melted the ice around it. -My point is: Some animals just get along... And other animals don't! -And I guess Hordak doesn't get along with Princeses. -Frosta realised. -Well... Princesses that aren't you! -Maybe... But Adora and Scorpia get along with him! I bet if you spent more time trying to talk to him, and not trying to fight him, you'd get along with him too! Frosta grew quiet, her eyes flew around the room, as she thought to herself. -And, yeah, it's easier for me in a way! -What do you mean? -Frosta tilted her head. -I have a secret! It's the reason why I get along with him so much! -Entrapta winked at her. -What is it?!? -Well... I think... He's really... CUTE! -EEEWWW! Frosta gaged again and Entrapta cackled loudly, hugging her. She blew a raspberry on the pup's cheek, making her laugh and kick her legs. They both smiled at each other. Imp trilled at the corridor and flew over to Hordak as he entered, perching on his shoulders. -The motor is functioning as expected, it was only a small amount of frost. I turned the heater on. -he said. -Are we there yet? -Yeah, are we there yet? -said Frosta. "Are we there yet?" "Are we there yet?" "Are we there yet?", Imp repeated Frosta's voice and she was taken aback by it. -Somewhat! We can't really get in because the entries were destroyed, but maybe we could crawl around the vents! Entrapta eyes twinkled with exciment, her tail wagged. -YOU can crawl around the vents. -Hordak reminded her. He shivered and curled his tail around himself. -I'll wait here if that's acceptable. I do not want to hinder you in our experiment, for I don't do well in the cold. -It's just snow! It's not THAT cold! -Frosta argued. -Maybe for dogs with thick, long fur, like you!  I don't know if you recall this, girl, but I am practicaly furless! -It's okay! I can take Imp and Emily! But we gotta be super quiet! -Entrapta turned to the pets, who chirped and beeped back at her happily. -You guys stay here and take care of the tank together! -WHAT!? No, I wanna come!!! -Frosta whined. -I will not be demoted to pupsitting! -Hordak hissed. -It won't take long, I promise! -she pointed at them with her ears. -Frosta, don't try to fight anything! And Hordak, be nice to the puppy! The both of them exchanged hostile glares. -Yeah, fuck face! Be nice! -One more curse word out of your mouth and I'm shoving you in timeout corner for the next 3 hours! -What did I just said?! -Entrapta barked angrily. She shot a last glance at them before scurrying off to the corridor leading to the exiting lid. As soon as the THUMP of the shutting lid was heard, Hordak went up to the screens and Frosta followed him. They could see Entrapta making her way through the snow, walking off with Imp and Emily. The cat settled down with a longing sigh and Frosta jumped up to sit on the keyboard. She let her paws dangle off the edge, awkwardly looking around, not knowing what to do with herself. He's just sitting there, his eyes stuck in that one screen where Entrapta was before, unmoving, as if he couldn't do anything else. -So... What do we do now...? -We wait. -For how long? -Not very long. It should take her no more than a few minutes or an hour. -An hour?! -she whined. -What am I supposed to do for an hour?! -I don't know! But if you're going to whine the whole time, I suggest you do it elsewhere! Hordak growled at her and she let herself tumble to the side with an annoyed huff. It was less than a minute before she spoke again and the cat turned to her with a frown. -Is there a bathroom in the tank? I need to go! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hordak sat outside in the snow, turned around a few feet away from the small igloo Frosta made for herself as to give her some privacy. The snow so cold beneath him it almost felt like his paws were burning, he put the hood of his coat over his ears, but they still wouldn't warm up and he was worried they would freeze and fall off. His tail curled against him, trembling as he shivered. A small cloud came out of his nose with every breath he took. He heard rustling behind him but kept himself from turning around. -Okay, I'm done! -Frosta trotted up to him. -Good! Let's go back inside, before I freeze to death! Frosta rolled her eyes, and as they walked off, she had an idea. She stopped a little behind him, made a tall snow tower beneath her paws and shot ice through her paws ahead of her, making a long slippery ramp. Hordak stopped and yelped in shock. -What are you doing?! She made a board out of hardened snow and before he could stop her, she pushed herself off. -GERONIMO!!! -FROSTA! NO, NO, GIRL! DON'T! FROSTA!!! She went so fast down, she had to close her eyes, and only opened them again to see the fast approaching, snowy earth. She went head-first into the snow, bounced and fell again, her board shattered as soon as it touched the ground. Frosta tried to get up, but got herself stuck. -You're impossible! Are you trying to get yourself killed?! -Hordak stormed up to her, grabbing her scruff and taking her off the snow. -You better have not broken anything! You crazy dog! -Did you see me?! Did you see what I did?! It was super fun! I went flying! -she exclaimed, shaking the snow off her. -And you also fell! From a dangerously high altitude might I add! -Pffft! That was nothing! I just gotta adjust the slide! -Nothing! Keep telling yourself that! -Hordak growled. -If you are to ever do that again, WHICH YOU WILL NOT, I suggest you better calculate your circumstances! -Calculate...? -she asked. -What's that? -You don't know what "calculate" means...? -Hordak stopped in his tracks and she shook her head. -Well... It means to determine the amount or number of something mathematically. -Ma... The.. Matically...? -Yes. For example, to do what you just did, SAFELY,  -Hordak looked back and pointed at her improvised ramp. -First, you would need to calculate the high of the tower you built, the angle of the ramp and if it has any friction that might interfere with your board, how much you weight and your mass... -That just sounds like a lot of work! -Frosta said, rubbing her head as if she had a headache. -It sounds a lot more than what it actually is! -Hordak kept walking to the tank as she followed him. -It is all but calculation and physics! -Physics...? Hordak's ears perked up at her sudden interest, a small smile on his lips. - A branch of science concerned with the nature and properties of matter and energy! The subject matter of physics, distinguished from that of chemistry and biology, includes mechanics, heat, light and other radiation, sound, electricity, magnetism, the structure of atoms, gravity... -What's gravity?! -Frosta struggled to keep up with him. -Gravity is what causes you to fall. -Like a stumble or a trip? -Yes- no, no! Actually, no. It's a force that pulls you downwards. -Hordak shook his head. -That's why you don't float away like you would out in space. The phenomenon that any two material particles, or bodies, if freed to move, will be exelorated towards each othe- He stopped as his nose bumped on something. That something being Entrapta's own nose. He hadn't even noticed they had already gotten to the tank. -Yuck! -Frosta gaged. Hordak took a step back realizing their proximity, so close if he had held his head a little lower, they would have kissed. He shot a warning glance at Frosta. -Where were you two at? -Entrapta said, her tail wagging and her cheeks blushing. -We came back and didn't find you anywhere! -I needed to go to the bathroom, but there wasn't any in the tank, so we had to go outside, and Hordak kept whining, and I made a super ramp, and Hordak yelled at me, and went so fast I flew off and hit my face in the snow! -Frosta jumped up excitingly, her tail wagging madly as she panted. -Did you? Entrapta turned to Hordak and Imp jumped to his shoulders. -She almost busted her head open! This girl is crazy! -Aaww! Look at you getting all worried about the puppy! -the Princess nuzzled his cheek and he blushed. -W-well, of course! If anything happened to her while we were alone, the Princesses would have blamed it on me! -his tail swished about, tying itself up with one of Entrapta's ears. -But did you find what we were looking for? -Yup! Frosta turned to the other Princess. -Can I see it?!

-Sure! Entrapta led the way back inside the tank, where she rolled a big metal sphere, with coloful glass and constellations-like markings all over it. It was quite beautiful.

-Is that it? -Frosta asked. -How does it work? Entrapta set her on top of Emily as she explained. -You see all these markings that kinda look like starts? -the dog pointed at them with her paw and Frosta nodded. -They light up and make a beaming sound when it's on! Those two holes right there are for cables! This is basically a huge battery, and it charges with the light of the sun! While the light hits it, it builds up energy, and if you plug something into it, it can generate enough energy to use for a MONTH! If we can decode the programing in this, we could create multiples and use their energy! -Woooaah! But why do you need so much energy? -Dryl is expanding, and fast. -Hordak explained. -With all of my brothers moving in, we need more housing, and more housing makes more use of energy. Frosta's ears fell. She thought to herself how all those cats must feel, being brainwashed and then getting their "home" turned into a giant tree in the sky, having to get used to a completely different culture in a completely different planet. -We can go back, now! Frosta, you want a ride home? -Entrapta asked her. -Sure! They left the piece of tech on the floor, going up to the screens again, Entrapta pulled a lever and the tank's motor roared to life. Emily looked up at Frosta and beeped, Frosta smiled and pat the bot, turning to Hordak as she felt the tank move. -So... What were you gonna say before? -she asked, surprisingly shy. -About... gravity? Hordak and Entrapta both turned their heads back, their eyes widen with surprise. Frosta's ears fell, did she do something wrong? -Gravity? -Entrapta exclaimed. -I never thought you'd be interested about that topic, Frosta! -Oh, I was explaining gravity and physics to her on our way back to the tank. She seemed rather confused. They walked up to her and Emily, Entrapta sitting right beside her and Hordak settling near the bot. -Yeah, what IS gravity? Is it like magic? -Oh, no, no! It's the universal force of attraction acting between all matter! All bodies have a weight, or downward force of gravity, proportional to their mass, which Etheria's mass exerts on them! -Entrapta gesture with her paws as Hordak nodded. -Gravity is measured by the acceleration that it gives to freely falling objects! Frosta tilted her head. -So... A force that pulls things to the ground and doesn't let stuff float? -Yeah! That's it! -the Princesses said, in a proud tone. -That sounds a lot like magic! Are you sure it's not just magic? -Yes, we are sure! -Hordak grumbled. -How would YOU know?! -Because even planets without magic have gravity, even completely deserted ones, without any intelligent life form! -the cat explained, as he paced around them. -There's planets out there WITHOUT MAGIC?! -Frosta exclaimed, looking at her paws and back at him. -What a sad life! Entrapta snapped her head around, looking at Frosta with an undignified look, putting her paws on her waist and huffing. Frosta's ears and tail dropped. -Humph! "a sad life"?! -she exclaimed. -I've got no magic and I have the best time ever practically every day, young missy! So does Catra! So does Sea Hawk and so does Bow! -Well, yeah... but... I mean... -"I fucked up!", Frosta thought. -Y-you got your tech and your bots and all... And Catra's super fast! And Bow has his arrows and... Are we SURE Sea Hawk doesn't have any magic?! I still think he's an heir to some kind of fire Princess or something! Entrapta's ears perked up and her eyes widened with realization. She rested her chin on her paw. -You know what... That's actually a very good theory! -Don't encourage her! -Hordak turned back to them as he settled a sleeping Imp on the control pannell. -Why not? Frosta actually might be onto something here! -Entrapta lifted herself and made her way to Hordak on her ears. -What if he IS some kind of great, great, great, great, great grandson to some fire dweller? What if he was just never taught to control his powers? -He is already a menace as he is, Entrapta! -Hordak's tail swished in annoyance. -He doesn't need more reasons to play with fire! Literally speaking! A whole discussion about it escalated between them. As they chit-chatted, Frosta looked at the screens showing the outside of the big metal machine, watching the snow-covered ground pass as the tank drove itself. Her eyes shot open when she noticed a frozen lake outside. -LAKE! -she pointed with her paw and yelled. -FROZEN LAKE! Can we stop to skate on it?! Please, please, please! Her tail wagged madly as she jumped around them. Entrapta looked at the screen Frosta was pointing to and hummed. -Hmmm! Yeah, it could be fun! -she said. -What do you think, lab partner? -You're joking! In this temperature?! Do you WANT our tails falling frozen, Entrapta?! Frosta growled. -Oh come on, Hordikins! Don't be a stick in the mud! -Entrapta nudged his shoulder. -It could be fun! -Pleeeeaaaaaseee! -Frosta whined. -Aargh! Fine! -the cat hissed. -But don't blame me when someone gets hurt! Entrapta laughed. -Nothing's gonna happen! Don't worry! -YEAH! Frosta barked and howled the whole way they got there. As her little legs touched the snow, she bolted straight for the frozen water. She laughed as she skated trhough the ice, spinning around, jumping, going backwards. The two adults lagged behind, their paws needing to get used to the cold snow. -I hate it here...! -Hordak growled. -I can't feel my paws! -We could get you some snow shoes when we get back! -Entrapta said as she rolled around in the snow. -HEY, SLOWPOKES! -Frosta yelled from the lake. -YOU'RE GONNA TAKE LONG THERE?! Hordak growled at the puppy's lack of respect. Entrapta just shook the snow off her fur and hopped over to the side of the lake with the cat following behind her. -Hey, Hordak, have you ever ice-skated before? You should try! It's really fun! -No, thank you! I doubt I could have even stand! -the clone shook his head. -It's not hard when you get the hang of it! -Entrapta flexed her paw so her claws were apparent. -You just gotta use your claws! When you step, instead of putting pressure in your paw pads, you put pressure on your toes, and your claws dig into the ice! That's why it leaves marks! Right, Frosta? The pup stoped in front of them, sitting on the ice, making a THUMP. -Yeah, I guess... -her ears perked up with mischief. -But he's too chicken to do it! Entrapta shot her a reprehending look and Hordak bared his teeth. -Oh, I'm a "chicken", am I?! -he growled. -Well, then! He got up and attempted to step into the ice, slippering. Frosta laughed as he slowly made his way into the frozen water, remembering Entrapta's advice to use his claws, he struggled as he dug too deep into the ice, making his paws stuck. -Yay, Hordikins! -Entrapta cheered him on. As soon as he made himself some-what stable, Frosta ran circles around him, barking teasingly, nipping at his legs and laughing. Hordak growled and hissed, nipping back at her, swipping his paws at her, while trying not to fall at the same time. -Can't get me! -she blew a raspberry. Hordak leaped at her, attempting to grab the puppy, minding his claws, of course! It quickly turned into a game of tag, if you would consider a dog pup against a full grown extremely technologically advanced clone soldier cat with razor sharp red teeth, a fair game. Frosta didn't seem to be having any problems, unlike Hordak. She ran around and pulled on his legs, causing him to fall on his side. -Frosta! Play nice! -Entrapta scolded. As the puppy turned around again, Hordak struggled to get up, she was about to give him another sarcastic comment when she noticed a crack on the ice right in front of him. Frosta opened her mouth to warn him, but he had taken the first step. The ice gave out underneath him and the cat sunk like a rock. -HORDAK! -she heard Entrapta's desperate cry. Frosta ran to him, grabing his collar and trying to pull him out. He was too heavy! He trembled and clawed at the borders in a desperate attempt to get out, but the ice broke at his sudden movements. She felt Entrapta's ears wrap around her and take her off the ground, pulling her back to the snow with Hordak. She refused to let go of his collar, even when they were on safe groud. Entrapta crawled under his chin to support his head, as he couldn't get up and kept shaking. -Hordak, are you okay? Can you stand up? -Entrapta nudged his cheek gently. Frosta looked at her for any kind of signal on what to do, but she could see tears starting to form on the corner of her eyes. -Inside... now... -Hordak coughed in a weak voice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Frosta stared at Hordak's sleeping form, frozen in place. Guilt burned in her chest, as her ears dropped and her tail hid between her legs. "This is all my fault!", she repeated over, and over in her head. Entrapta had carried him inside and dried him up. Imp and Emily were in an absolute panic. Hordak laid surrounded in heaters, covered with a heavy blanket, cuddled with the winged kitten and the round bot, who were both also asleep. A loud growling sound came from Hordak. "He's probably mad at me!", she thought. Entrapta's paws tapped in the floor as she walked past the pup with a tray of tiny cups of hot cocoa. She set the tray aside and layed beside the clone, wrapping her ears around him and resting her head on his. The growling became louder, and Entrapta wagged her tail. Frosta took a step back and turned to walk out of tank. "I should go home...". -Frosta? She looked back over her shoulder to Entrapta. -Where are you going? -I'm... Going home... -she said in a low voice. -We're gonna take you home. -But why...? -"But why", why? -I thought... -she avoided the Princess' eyes. -You didn't want to talk to me anymore... -Why wouldn't I want to talk to you? -Entrapta raised her head, confused. -Because... Hordak fell in the ice... And it was my fault...! -I wasn't your fault! -she reached out her ears and wrapped them around Frosta again, bringing her close to them. -You couldn't possibly know the ice would break! It was just an accident! -I know, but still... -Frosta looked at Hordak. She couldn't see his face, but the growling sound echoed out off him in waves. -He's gonna be okay! He just needs to rest for a while and warm up! -Entrapta gave her a warm smile. -I just hope he doesn't get pneumonia... The pup looked back at the sleeping clone. Entrapta wasn't the best at comforting others, and Frosta felt even worst when she remembered how worried Entrapta sounded when Hordak fell in the water. Frosta was doing her best to hold back her tears, but it was very clear in her voice that she wanted to cry. And she hated it. -I don't think I want to hate him anymore... -What do you mean, Frosta? -I mean... He destroyed Etheria and... And he killed a bunch of people, but... B-but he was also nice to you... And he rebuilt Salineas... And he... And he was worried about me when I fell on the snow... -she sniffed. -But I should hate him... He did horrible stuff! Shouldn't I...? Entrapta hummed. She rested her chin on her paws she thought to herself. -I'm not good with other dogs, but I know it's hard to change your mind about someone. Especially if already didn't like them before.  -Entrapta held Frosta in a hug, in an attempt to comfort the puppy. -But if they're doing their best to change how they act, maybe you should try to change how you view them too! Like Perfuma always says: "What goes around, comes around!"! -What the fuck does that mean? -I don't know...! Frosta let her tears fall as she looked at her own paws, not knowing what to do to help. Entrapta dried her tears with her ears and planted a small kiss on the pup's head. She nudged the tray to Frosta, who took one of the tiny cups and drinked the hot cocoa. It made her feel a tiny bit better.

I really, really want to know what you guys think about my fics! I feel like I always rush everything, but I’m not the reader! Rebloging always helps!

#entrapdak #entrapdak fanfic #entrapdak fanfiction #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #spop #she ra fanfic #fanfic #writting #fanfic writting #entrapta #hordak #frosta #imp #emily #frosta swears like a sailor #hordak is offended #lol #fluff #crack fanfic #my writting

[lysiso]

hi how are u :D any thoughts to share

im doing pretty okay :) and yes a few my brain is always full with stuff OR nothing at all theres no in between so get reaaaaaaddyy :D

I bought moldavite and i have it for two days now ik thats like nothing its only two days right but tbh i dont feel that much and was disappointed but its only two daaays also i really do think my life's on its way to be turnt upside down like i cant explain how i know but i mean it in a good way i feel like the coming few years are going go be so transformational. Why am i (are we) not able to see or meet aliens? i would LOVE to meet a kind nice friendly benevolent alien!!! How did humanity's "intelligence" get so far to the point of it being self destructive? isn't it weird like we came from lil fish in the sea.. to blabla... to blabla.. to homo sapiens... we became so intelligent that we invented all this stuff like technology and all that and yet we NEVER learn from history, ALWAYS repeat the same mistakes and are literally KILLING the earth and other people like isn't that crazy we've become so far... just to be our own destruction thats absolutely bonkers... Why am i so awkward around thid guy from work sure i may have a teeny tiny crush on him but damn get ur shit together right lmao.. WHY is it that when i mention it's been a while since i've smoked weed people offer to go to their place and i can have some but like.. no i want weed either for myself or for me and my friends like why do people suggest that i can come over if i want i barely know u, we are just colleagues why would i wanna get high w u idk u like that... also ur double my age you weird ass man why are u even offering. More importantly why isnt my CRUSH offering... sad... i miss weed, i miss hanging out w friends, i miss being extra w makeup and outfits, i truly hope corona wont be too bad next fall bc i got big ass travel plans (im so excited abt this wtf!!!!) and i really hope i can actually go to the countries i want.... it's literally my dream. Why is banana and chocolate such a good combo? Cote d'or is the BEST chocolate ever oh my GOD it's superior. Brooklyn 99 is so funny and so good. I say i dont have a phone/social media addiction but im literally on it the entire ffin day and it's keeping me from being productive. I hate when people talk abt body positivity but then make fat people feel guilty abt wanting to lose weight or actually losing weight. I want someone to *** ** *** so bad i've been so ***** ******. I should rly start attack on titan it looks really cool, i should finish kakegurui first tho. I really wonder if someone, anyone ever had a crush on me like literally aaaaanyone?? I cant wait to go TRAVEL NEXT YEAAAAAR. Why is my best friend so fucking bad at texting... like tbh some ppl are so ffin dry over text and they always always say "yeah lmao im rly bad at texting" like bitch wym how?????? u got all the emojis and u know popular vine/tiktok memes so???????? use them????? I would love some red wine rn. I love music, but i rly don't get how like.. earbuds work i truly dont like wym the music is transfered through little wires like how like what even is music? is it also made out of 0s and 1s i truly dont get it ALSO what the FUCK is wifi and other wireless tech? like how does that WORK??? i'm like starting to think we got the whole technology thing from aliens. People who don't believe that there's other life out there are so weird.. u cant possibly start to imagine how big this galaxy is let alone th universe and u dont think there's any other life out there?? dumb. omggg i. love. any. potato. dish. yuuuuuum!! I miss Gina in b99. I have quite a few mutuals on here that i've been following for YEARS i wish i could send them all a hug. I simply don't get how you could be okay with being such a shitty person that ur a BILLIONAIRE but u dont give to others.... i wonder why people even WANT to have so much money like... up to a certain extent sure like i do believe money Can make up happy but at a certain point u already have everything u want so literally why not.. save people from dying on the streets like this is so weird. I loveeeeee this tomato-basil bread i once made i cant forget it it tasted like... pizza bread omg yum

#there's a limit to how long a post can be now??? idgi why #im thinking zbt so much more #ask #how are u!!!!

[panpan-is-land]

Wanted to get something from Nook’s Cranny just now and looked at the time: 9:56pm. And I literally thought to myself Oooh, that’s kind of close to closing. I shouldn’t do that. That’s rude. Because, you know, making the employees stay open past closing is just rude.

But it’s a game. It’s literally a computer program. The whole thing is made up of 0s and 1s. And I’m concerned about being rude to some bits of code.

And yet, yes, I am concerned about being rude to some bits of code because the situation with the code is similar to one I encounter with actual human beings.

#noises from caru #acnh #animal crossing new horizons

[jungshookz]

How about Y/N decides to take care of Android Yoongi for a week instead of the other way around since I’m assuming that’s what Yoongi does all day when Y/N is out since that’s what he was made to do? I’m not a writer so I hope that’s enough for a drabble!

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!yoongi, fluff!, yoongi’s extra cuddly when he’s sick, uhhhh kinda crackheady kinda smutty, tae is a moron and he loves talking about his greatest creation aka yoongi’s penis 

→ wordcount: 2.5k

→ note: i switched your request up a little!! i hope you don’t mind :-)) i loved writing this yoongi is so cute 

(gif isn’t mine!)

logically, technically, physically, and literally speaking

dis shit don’t make sense

yoongi, or Y00NG1 if we’re being realistic here, is a robot

so how is it possible that he, a robot, managed to get sick

he has a cold

the common flu

like a weak human being

“sorry, bud. i guess a little bug managed to sneak its way into your latest update. my bad!” namjoon winces as he takes a look at yoongi’s disheveled state “i probably shouldn’t have programmed your update while being drunk off my ass… we were celebrating hoseok’s birthday, remember??”

he’s lucky he’s face timing yoongi and not actually physically in the bedroom because it looks like yoongi wants to strangle him

and namjoon is well aware that yoongi has the capability to do so

“Yes, I faintly remember you programming one of your newer bots to serve us birthday cake.” the tiny little inferior servant robot ended up flinging cake all over the place and yoongi had to clean it up because all of you were too drunk to do anything  

“i thought your system would be strong enough to override it but apparently i was wrong.”

“Apparently you were.” yoongi scoffs sarcastically and reaches over to grab a tissue

namjoon winces again when yoongi blows his nose obnoxiously  

the poor bot

he has bags under his eyes

there’s the occasional glitch of 1’s and 0’s that appear under his skin

a couple screws are loose inside of him which explains the leakage of fluids from his nose

his voice is all gross and nasaly and sometimes when he coughs he coughs out tiny pieces of metal

“look, i’ll see you later, alright? don’t you worry, i’ll get you back into shape!”

“You better. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to zap you with my laser eyes.”

“…i told you that’s not going to become a thing.”

“You people can give me a vibrating penis but you can’t give me laser eyes?”

“vibrating-? taehyung!!!!!”  

“it was just for valentine’s day!!!!!!!! it doesn’t vibrate anymore it’s back to normal!!”

“oH my god you freak-“

yoongi promptly hangs up because the bickering is starting to make his head pound

he tosses your phone aside and lets out a huff as he flops his head back against the headboard

“feeling any better?” you pop into the bedroom and shut the door behind you as you approach yoongi

“Not since the last time you checked up on me… which was ten minutes ago.” you plop down on the edge of the bed and yoongi reaches over to yank on your wrist “C’mere.” he pulls you over so that you’re sitting on top of him with your legs on either side of him

“aw, my poor baby.” you coo mockingly as yoongi wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your chest

“Don’t patronise me.” yoongi murmurs and you can’t help but giggle because you hear the pout in his voice

you stroke the back of his head and yoongi sniffles

“You think if I overcharge myself I’ll end up frying the bug inside of me to death?” he props his chin up on your chest and looks up at you with bloodshot eyes

you scowl

“don’t even try it, you moron.”

“Don’t have enough energy to walk myself over to the pod anyway.” yoongi huffs and smooshes his face into your boobs again “Mm, I feel better already.”

“shut up, you little perv” you snort and plant a kiss on the top of his head

you don’t fckin know how to take care of sick robot

he’s not even supposed to be sick!!!!

he’s a robot for christ’s sakes

usually when you’re sick you just stay in bed all day and mope about how sick you are and yoongi dotes over you like the caring boyfriend-bot he is

he makes soup for you and tricks you into taking your medicine (he shoved your pill into a chunk of brownie and you fell for it like a damn fool)

he snuggles up with you in bed and turns on his internal heater so that you’re nice and warm

you ended up drooling all over his chest which was kinda gross but it was an endearing kinda gross

but you

you don’t have an internal heater

you could make chicken noodle soup for yoongi but u both know that it’s just going to go strAIGht through his system and he’s going to leak soup all over the sheets

yoongi doesn’t have any pills to take because he’s a robot for christ’s sakes so like

you don’t know what to do

namjoon said he’d stop by later with some ‘medicine’ for yoongi (it’s a little chip he’s going to insert into his neck in an attempt to eradicate whatever bug is floating around in his hard drive) but for now it’s up to you to take care of him

which is just odd because usually he’s the one taking care of you

you know what though

there is an upside to yoongi falling sick

you can finally relive your old life

and by that you mean you’ve been eating like a shiT ton of junk food because yoongi’s been unable to connect to your bracelet

ordering an XL pizza and dunking it in italian garlic dip after yoongi charges up for the night has been the absolute highlight of your week

although you will note that there was a little bit of regret the next morning because you were sO bloated you felt like you couldn’t move

“alright, how are we feeling??” namjoon claps his hands together as the others continue wheeling machines and monitors into the bedroom

yoongi sits ups against the headboard and lets out a breath

“Nothing has changed since I called you two hours ago. I have more a migraine now because someone in here is wearing far too much Axe body spray.”

everyone immediately looks towards jungkook

“well i think it smells nice so-”

“let’s get this show on the road, shall we??” namjoon nudges jungkook to the side to get the monitor

“what… exactly are you going to do again?” you peek over his shoulder and all you see are 1s and 0s so you honestly couldn’t even guess what namjoon was going to do

namjoon pulls a case out of his back pocket and waves it in front of your face before unzipping it

he rifles through the case before pulling out a small blue cartridge

“well, i’m inserting this chip into the monitor and then i’m going to hook yoongi up to the machines and his database should successfully download all the brand neW files that should override his old ones.”

okay

seems simple enough

“oh! okay, well i can help hook yoongi up if you need help.” you offer and yoongi wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back a little before he’s intertwining his fingers with yours

you glance down at him and ruffle his hair

“don’t worry about it, i got it! now lemme just- ah hEre it is!” namjoon pulls out a particularly thiCK looking wire and that plug has to be like an inch thick which is vEry thick compared to his usual charging cord

that’s

that’s very intimidating looking

suddenly u don’t want yoongi to get better if that thing has to be shoved inside of his neck

“step aside, y/n” you immediately stand in front of yoongi protectively and namjoon gives you a pointed look “oh, cut it out. i’m not going to kill him.”

“and if we do kill him we can always just make you a new one!”

“Hey!” yoongi scowls and jimin shrugs because it’s.,.,., well it’s truE

namjoon nudges you to the side and yoongi lets go of your wrist reluctantly before sitting up a little straighter

“alright, and we just-“ namjoon shoves the plug into yoongi’s charging port and-

bZT

yoongi’s head drops and his entire body slouches over

you yelp in surprise and immediately scramble over to him

u know what this is giving you PTSD to the incident and you weren’t worried before but noW you’re worried

“what did you do!!!!!!!!!” you push yoongi up before getting on top of him and giving his shoulders a shake “yoongi??? yoongi!!!!” you cup his face and squish his cheeks together and he’s still unresponsive

“i-i don’t know, maybe i fried a wire?? i probably should’ve performed a trial test before-“

“you didn’t test this?? i thought you were supposed to be smART”

“don’t yELL AT ME” namjoon’s punching a bunch of buttons on the monitor and-

bZT

yoongi’s head shoots up and his eyes pop right open

you watch as his pupils constrict and expand and he blinks quickly

“…you okay?”

“I-“ you hear another small bzt and yoongi twitches before his expression shifts

he places his hands on your hips and gives you a squeeze before you’re suddenly aware of sultry gaze he’s giving you

“I’m more than okay, baby.”

ok

a little odd but

well at least he’s back

“that’s good! i was worried for a sec-“ yoongi buries his face into the crook of your neck and starts to plant kisses on your skin “-ond…?”

“Mhm, yeah.” yoongi purrs and a hand slides to your front and he gives the waistband of your sweatpants a little tug

you immediately swat his hand away and turn to look over your shoulder at the boys

“are we sure he’s okay?” you yaNK yoongi’s hand out of your pants and turn to glare at him “cut it out you weirdo”

“everything seems to be running normally…” namjoon keeps an eye on the monitor and scratches the top of his head

taehyung peeks over at the monitor before his eyes flicker over to yoongi (who is currently trying to get you to kiss him but you keep dodging his mouth and scolding him)

“hyung just out of curiosity which chip did u put in”

“the- the one that i use specifically for yoongi-“ namjoon pauses and narrows his eyes at taehyung “…why do you ask?”

taehyung clears his throat before inspecting his cuticles

“weLL the thing is-“ he lets out a sheepish laugh “i uhhhhhhhhhh i was working on a little side project, and uh, i might’ve used one of your chips because yours are so much more fancier than mine and anYWays i might’ve used your chip to-“

oh my god

“what did you do”

“well you know it’s reaLLY not as bad as you might think-“

“taehyung-“

“and you know if you think about it you should be flattered because i was inspired by you-“

“sPIT IT OUT”

“it’s a seX BOT CHIP OKAY” taehyung winces

“oh my fucking-“

“oW” yoongi bites down on your shoulder before laving his tongue over the sore spot all while his hips are bucking into yours and he went from zero to a hundRED in the span of like 3 seconds

and you know what while this would be nice in private it’s not as nice when there are six other mEN in the rOOM and also yoongi is being very very rough

his fingers dig into the your bum and you let out a squeak because heLLo OW  

“I wanna fuck you I wanna feel you I want you so bad and I-“ his arms are beginning to wrap around your waist like a boa constrictor around its prey and it is noT a pleasant feeling

jungkook and jimin rush over and proceed to pin yoongi’s arm back which doesn’t seem to help because now he’s angry and horny and he looks like he wants to deVOUR you

you’re about to scramble off of yoongi’s lap because this is terrifying but-

“take the WIRE OUT TAKE IT OUT NOW” namjoon is freaKing out because what is HAPPENING TO HIS BABY

you reach over and yank it out of yoongi’s neck before you’re flinging it onto the floor

yoongi immediately slumps over and jungkook and jimin both let out breaths of relief

“i forgot how strong he was” jimin is wiNDED and he’s definitely going to have to lie down for like ten minutes after y’all sort this mess out

“i think there might be a couple glitches in your chip, tae.” you pant and press a hand against your chest

“okay, now let’s put in the actual chip-“ namjoon sends tae a glare and tae smiles sheepishly

he inserts it into the monitor and it lets out a happy chirp before you hear the fans beginning to whir

“you wanna hook him up y/n?”

“y/n has to do it because i don’t want yoongi humping me”

“me neither”

“ya same lol gross”

“very smooth movement in the hips tho”

“wait what”

“what”

bZT

yoongi shoots straight up and he blinks furiously

once again his pupils are dilating and expanding at an abnormal rate and you start to worry again until he wrinkles his nose which is a very yoongi-like habit

“That was quite an unpleasant experience. I would not like to experience that again.”

ah

it’s good to have yoongi back

he yanks the cord out of his neck and drops it onto the floor and you roll off of him and watch as he reorients himself with everything

you jump in surprise when your bracelet beeps twice and buzzes on your wrist

yoongi freezes before turning to glare at you over his shoulder

“Did you seriously eat an entire XL pizza last night?” You’re going on a green juice cleanse for the next two days to flush out all the toxins in your body. I’ll go make a smoothie for you now.” he pushes past the boys and leaves the room but continues to talk “And why haven’t you done the laundry yet? I- Oh, god, look at the state of the living room!”

you let out a huff and roll your eyes playfully “…is it too late to bring sex bot yoongi back”

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[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse part 9

As Error sat on the anti-void floor, unresponsive and limp on his back, Blue was trying to figure a way out of there. Screaming, throwing things, trying his NTT phone, but nothing worked. Despite Error losing all hope, Blue wouldn’t give up. Papy, Alphys, the Queen, Red, everyone was counting on him making it out alive. He and Error were the only ones who knew about Ink, and two was far from every being acceptable. 

“Error, you know it would be nice if you could actually help me try to get us out?” Blue asked, scowling at Error. Though his frown softened after a while. Blue laid down next to Error, his face meeting Error’s. “I’ll get us out. You got out, so that means we can get out too.” Blue’s smile was bright and cheerful, radiating warmth. 

“We can’t get out. You have to be let out by the voices Blue.” Error explained. Sighing in defeat as he continued to stare, not even turning head to acknowledge his companion. 

“What? Well, who lets us out?” Blue asked, turning Error onto his side so they can actually see each other’s faces. 

“The voices. And I haven’t heard them, so we’re gonna have to wait. Or Ink’ll let us out, but I doubt that.” Error continued, turning back over onto his back. 

“Well, those voices better have a good reason for being silent. Or I’ll give ‘em a piece of my mind.” Blue announced, sitting up and shaking his fist at the anti-void’s unseeable sky. 

“Don’t be mean to them. They make you hurt, and would you be mean to Ink?” Error asked, looking at Blue with fear in his eyes. 

“Well I- Wait! Why would you ask my if I would be mean to Ink?” Blue asked, confused and very worried about Error’s mental well-being. 

“They say they’re like Ink, not all, but some say they are.” Error replied and Blue gasped, covering his mouth as his eyelights shrunk. 

“H-how are they like Ink?” Blue asked, dreading the answer. 

“They make you hurt, somehow. A pain in your soul that makes it hard to move.” Error explained, and Blue nodded his head, he was still sore from Ink’s torture himself.  

The two sat in silence for a while, not sure how to continue the conversation after that. But luckily, they had a little conversation starter ready for them. 

“We are so sorry we haven’t been able to talk to you guys. Ink’s been busy and we need to keep an eye on him!” A small voice said, it sounded young, very young. 

“Shut up! We just need to tell ‘em when we’re letting them out and then we’ll be able to help them stop Ink once and for all.” A deeper voice yelled, more masculine than the first.

“Can we please stop arguing?! The others trusted us three to talk to Error and Blue and we can’t just chit chat! What if we miss something? What of the others start causing trouble? Without US?!” A very feminine voice exasperated and the two others shut right up. 

“Umm, hi? Who are you guys?” Blue asked, not sure where they were. Their voices seemed to come from everywhere, but had no clear source. 

“We’re the voices! The first creators!” They all said in unison.

“The first creators?” Blue asked. 

“We created the AUs, but Ink brought them into the multiverse. And no, your AUs creator isn’t here Blue. And Error’s isn’t either. None of us have actually made AUs, not since Ink began to control and manipulate them.” The younger one said, a melancholy tone in their voice. 

“Oh. So why are you here? When are you letting us out? And how many of you are there?” Blue asked, and Error paid no mind to Blue, just waiting. 

“To tell you when you’re getting out. In a few days, Blue needs to get a little glitchy first so he can actually have a resistance to Ink’s mind control powers, and there are too many of us to count.” The feminine one said. 

“I see.” Blue said, humming as he sat down criss cross applesauce on the ground and thought. 

“Why did you torture Error?” Blue asked. A sharpened bone in his hand. 

“WE didn’t. We’re some of the better ones, that don’t encourage or idolize Ink’s behavior.” The masculine one spat, clearly offended. 

“Some of you, what?” Blue asked, surprised.

“Not all of us are good. Heck, you can’t exactly call us good people and we’re trying to help you and return the multiverse to its natural state. Or as close as it can get.” The feminine one said, though trailing off into a whisper, so Blue didn’t hear the last part. 

“Sorry. Anyway, thanks for the information. Let us know if anything comes up. You can leave now.” Blue said as he looked around with an irritated glare in his eye. 

“Fine. We’ll go, and we’ll let you out as soon as we can, if we aren’t stopped by any evil voices.” The younger one said as the anti-void got deathly quiet. 

“You did good Blue. Normally I’d be tortured for that attitude.” Error said, giving his first smile since Ink had left. 

“Well thank you Error.” Blue said as he laid on his back, before promptly getting up and launching his attacks and a random point. 

“If we’re going to be stuck here for a few days, we might as well practice so we’re in tip top shape when we have to fight Ink and anyone...else...he brings along.” Blue said, a chipper voice soon fading as a realization hit him like a ton of bricks. 

“I’m going to have to fight my friends...Ink’s going to make us fight. What if I have to kill them?! What will I do?!” Blue cried as he sank to his knees on the floor, sobbing. 

Error was silent, he had no idea, and frankly, as long as they were stuck here, they had no real reason to exist. Time moves differently, so he had no idea how long the other’s would have to wait for them. And though Error showed no emotion, he was scared, really scared. 

There, they sat, there they cried, there they stared into nothing. It was only until Blue began to gasp and struggle to breathe that Error got up. He ran to Blue’s side to help him, he knew what was happening. Blue was becoming a glitch. Error remembered when he began to cough and wheeze, it was hell. Error was helping Blue with breathing exercises the gang had taught him and helped him sleep when he was breathing properly once again. It was imperative Blue slept as much as possible, he’d need energy for what was coming next. 

Error laid Blue on the fluffiest rug and watched him vigilantly. When Blue woke up, he would probably begin the next stage, the actual glitching. Error knew it was painful and it was hard to focus, like everything was happening at once and nothing was happening at all. 

He knew it was time when Blue began to stir, shifting and groaning, clearly uncomfortable. With a scream Blue sat up and began to shake, gripping his clothes and making small tears. It was hard to look at, but Blue needed supervision. Though moved quicker than with Error’s glitching, so things might be different. And maybe not a good different 

After a while of just rocking back and forth, Blue’s eyes snapped open. There were 1s and 0s flying over his eye lights, in an array of patterns. This was also the time when Blue’s body began to react it the glitching, erratic movements and jerking around, and parts of his body becoming static. It looked painful, and Error knew it was.

When Blue began to mumble, Error was sitting next to him, holding his hand. Error remembered craving physical contact when he began to mumble, and he knew Blue was wanting it too. Error also guessed it’ll help him stay grounded in reality, as he knew that Blue was probably blind at the time. Another side effect of glitching. 

There they sat, waiting for Blue to stop glitching and relax. When Blue began to cry, he hugged Error, clutching him like a lifeline. To which Error thought, that right now, he must feel like. Sometimes Blue would string together bits of sentences, other times he would just blurt out words, but most of the time he just mumbled nonsense. 

When the voices returned, Blue leaned into Error, cowering in fear. Error wrapped an arm around Blue, despite his reservations to touching people he didn’t know or trust, Blue’s glitchy body felt good and relaxing to touch. And Blue seemed to share the same testimate about Error, as the glitching slowed to a stop soon after. A sigh of immense calm and trust, the voices had told him long ago.

“We’re going to let you out!” The young one said, and Error silently screamed with joy. 

“What?” Blue asked looking around, his eyes still glitching with 1s and 0s, he was still blind. 

“As soon as Blue can see again, you are going to instantly teleport to the hideout. No matter what situation your in.” The feminine one clarified and Blue sighed in relief and disappointment. 

“At least...I’ll see...be able...defend...myself.” Blue said, his voice echoing, as if multiple Blue’s were talking at once. 

It was only then Error decided to ask an important question. “Can I take your gloves off?” 

“Yes...” Blue said and Error slowly slipped them off. His suspicions were correct.

Blue’s hand was black, the color faded away as it reached up to his elbow. Error sighed and slipped the glove back on, before checking the other hand. And they were the same, both turning black, like his own bones. 

“Is...ok?” Blue asked, getting nervous. 

“Yes. It’s fine. I just wanted to check to see if your bones were getting darker like mine.” Error explained, smiling. 

“Oh. Are...they?” Blue asked, running his hands against each other. 

“A little bit. You’ll see when we get to the hideout.” Error told Blue, and the little skeleton finally drifted to sleep. 

“What do you have to say?” Error demanded of the voices, scowling and growing. 

“Ink will be here tomorrow. We can warn you when he’s about to come, but if Blue doesn’t regain his eyesight by then, well, I’d rather not think about it.” The masculine one finally pipped up. 

“Alright. Thanks.” Error said, stroking Blue’s skull, making Blue relax with every touch. 

With that the voices were gone. And Error dozed off to sleep as well, Blue in his arms. 

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