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keferon · 7 months ago

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TexAid - Vortex has taken First Aid as his pilot. First Aid claims Vortex as his mech.

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There's a rumbling in the distance as First Aid crawls out the darkened hatch of Vortex's escape chute. The hangar is a wreck of collapsed walls, twisted metal pipes, and broken wiring shooting up sparks.

First Aid pushes himself to his feet, stands back, and uses the flashes of light to take stock of the situation.

This is…not good.

He counts a dozen cuts and bruises across his own aching limbs before abandoning the effort. He is satisfied at least that he is intact, alive, and functional. All his injuries will heal, given treatment and time.

Time he may not have. Because Vortex on the other hand is not so lucky – lights off, systems silent, frame crumpled on the ground. A slow trickle of oil leaks from the mecha, swirling into one of the many pools of alien ooze scattered around Vortex's frame along with chunks of the aliens' flesh.

The battle had been fierce, Vortex's fighting the fiercest Aid had ever seen against the many enemies. But for the first time, it hadn't been enough. The mecha suddenly going dark – collapsing under the strain of overtaxed systems even as the last of the monster's fell. Leaving First Aid truly alone in that cockpit of horrors for the first time.

Another rumble sounds in the distance, shaking First Aid from his reflection.

He refocuses on the present, pushing himself to his feet and stumbling towards Vortex's head. He raps his knuckles against the glass of the visor, shouts at the mecha to wake up.

Nothing.

Vortex has gone dark.

This is not good. He is dead. They are dead, if Vortex cannot wake. Because those distant rumbles are definitely not friendly.

No human has survived fighting the aliens without a mech. And first Aid is a medic first. Vortex is the fighter – the killer – of their strange partnership. First Aid doesn't know what the aliens do to the mecha and pilots that go missing from the battlefield and are never recovered. And he doesn't intend to find out.

But he does know what the science team will do with Vortex – a billion dollar prototype gone wrong – out of control and now offline. They will take the mecha apart, dissect him, strip him down to his basest components to find out where it all went wrong. And when they're done, what's left will be scrap – pieces repurposed into other mecha repairs.

They might build a new prototype top-of-the-line killing machine 2.0. But is won't be Vortex.

First Aid hates that. Because he should hate Vortex, after all the other has put him through. But he doesn't. Because before all that, Vortex had saved him. Vortex chose him – kept First Aid alive and safe, even as he's shown countless times just how easily he could destroy Aid.

And Vortex is…was…could be alive – a mecha with a consciousness all his own in a way First Aid had not believed until he experienced it first-hand.

Out of ignorance, out of fear, out of hate, or simply because of the harsh realities of war – the others will kill Vortex (if he isn't already dead; please don't be dead) and never realize what they have done, because they never recognized that he was alive to begin with. Never saw him as anything more than a glitch, an aberration in their perfect war design.

First Aid has a duty to save lives. He cannot – will not – let that happen. Vortex is his. In death as much as in life.

The rumbling grows closer, close enough First Aid can imagine he hears the slithering of tentacles along walls underneath it.

He will not let any other – alien or human – take Vortex from him, not while he still lives.

The cables on the ground throw up another flurry of sparks – casting eerie shadows across Vortex's frame. First Aid's eyes fixate on the light, tracing the path of the wiring from where it snakes across the floor back up to the housing on the wall. A broken main charging cable for a mech.

Maybe…just maybe…

It's a terrible idea. So many things could go wrong – electrocution, a gruesome death, ending up a mindless shell on life support for the rest of his days (not so different from how Vortex already is now). Pharma or Ratchet or any other medic would tell him as much. They would tell him that there's almost no chance of powering on a mecha once it's gone fully dark, that it isn't worth risking himself too (and particularly not for this mecha).

For anyone else that might be true, but by now First Aid is used to a little risk. Risk of electrocution and death? Just another average day on the job. No different than what Vortex puts him through every time he straps into the pilot seat. The only thing that's different now is that Aid is choosing to take the risk.

Because there is a chance. And First Aid is going to take it.

The rubber insulation of the cable is already in his hand when he looks down, his body having carried him to it as his mid was busy shutting out the doubts every other medic would have said.

Something bangs against the collapsed wall blocking entry to the hangar, sending a shower of dust outward.

First Aid hefts the cable over his shoulder, careful to keep the sparking end far in front of him, and begins the trek across the warehouse. His shoulder burns from the extra weight on an already stressed joint and his legs protest as he forces them to twist and jump to avoid the pools of fluid that would cause instant electrocution if they came into contact with his body and the cable.

The aches don't matter. He is a medic. He can carry his own weight and still have the strength to lift up others. He can do this. He will do this.

First Aid is gasping for breath by the time he reaches Vortex again. His sides ache, lungs burning with each breath. He mentally adds checking for the possibility of bruised ribs to his catalogue of injuries, then shoves the pain aside to focus fully on Vortex's frame.

First Aid eyes the power node at the back of the mecha's neck and before he can think twice, shoves the broken power cable into it. Sparks fly around the junction and Vortex's frame jolts, lights flickering briefly, then stills. First Aid pulls the cable away, then hits Vortex again. And again. And again. Lights flicker. Sparks fly. Dust showers around First Aid. Electricity jolts through Vortex's frame.

"Come on," First Aid mutters as Vortex's lights stay on a full second after he pulls the cable away before stuttering out again.

He takes a deep breath and throws the cable directly into the center of Vortex's chest, where the mecha's primary batter is housed. Sparks fly across Vortex's frame, lights flicker, flash bright white, then stabilize to a dim red glow.

First Aid's momentary relief shatters as Vortex moves and he feels a gust of air from a cold metal blade passing just over his head. There's a dull thunk, and then fluid is pouring down on First Aid, coating him in a thick sludge of blood from the alien that First Aid reckons was looming just behind him, judging by the bright green eyeball that falls from above to land in a spatter at his feet.

First Aid looks up at Vortex looming over him, gloving red light pouring out from the maw of the cockpit and laughs, shaking hysterically as a hand reaches down to scoop him up from the ground.

They are alive. He is Vortex's. Vortex is his. They are alive.

D-dont. Don't make me even more feral about them than I already am. Don't. I was GOING TO SLEEP BUT NOW MY BRAIN WON'T STOP WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME HOW AM I GONNA PRETEND TO BE NORMAL NOW WH

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#with the new height chart this moment becomes even more dramatic omg #tf mecha universe

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bonesvoid · 5 months ago

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THE BIRTH OF THE CELESTIAL REALM — A VIKTOR X PLUS-SIZED!READER SMUT FIC

word count: 5k

contains the following: nsfw (duh), unbalanced power dynamics (viktor’s technically your superior, even though you’re jayce’s personal assistant), one-off mention of breast milk (relating to the painting viktor sees in the art museum), some brief fatphobia, praise, mild degradation (the use of the word ‘slut’), wardrobe malfunction, viktor pops a boner, somewhat public sex (you and viktor are in a bathroom), primal!viktor go brrrr (horny takes over and he fucks the shit out of you), make out session, clothes get ripped off, titty sucking, dom!viktor, sub!reader, reader is fem but you can ignore the pronouns if need be, blowjob, deepthroating, facefucking, facesitting, pussy eating champ!viktor, czech terms of endearment, viktor got that casanova in him, minor breath play?, too many uses of pussy/cunt/dick/cunt but you’ll never catch author using ‘manhood’ or ‘puss’ as replacements, doggy style, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, and a surprise post-credit scene at the end ;3

summary: viktor was never a fan of art. however, he decides to give it a shot after failing to solve a series of seemingly impossible equations by visiting the grand museum of art in piltover… only for a glimpse of a particular painting among the piltovian renaissance art pieces to leave him frazzled and confusingly aroused. it doesn’t help that you, jayce’s personal assistant and newest member to the hextech team, are a perfect match to the beauty depicted.

a/n: strap the fuck it, lads laddies and lassos… we’re taking a trip to viktor pound town (please reblog or comment if you can, this is my magus opus)

The Grand Museum of Art, one of Piltover’s premiere museums, was stationed directly outside Jayce Talis and Viktor’s laboratory. One would think that Viktor had no interest in art, too engrossed in making scientific discoveries to entertain such often trivial subjects. Yet, unbeknownst to many, Viktor frequented that museum on days his mind was muddled with unsolvable equations and failed prototypes launches. What better remedy was there for stuck-in-the-mud science than immersing oneself in the wonders of art?

However, the first time the inventor visited the museum, he worried that he made a mistake. Modern paintings and sculptures littered the front half of the museum; in Viktor’s eyes, they were sorry excuses for art. What was so thought provoking about a banana taped to the ceiling?

“Not a fan of the modern pieces?” a nearby museum employee asked Viktor. The Zaunite tore his gaze from a painting on various black and blue rectangles to answer the employee, “I, eh.. I’m afraid that I’m not.”

“We have a lot better pieces towards the back of the museum,” the employee gestured towards the hallway behind them, “I recommend the section on the Piltovian Renaissance, let me show you,” with a silent nod, Viktor followed the employee towards the recommended section, the end tip of his crutch thumping softly against the museum’s marble floors.

Viktor scanned the various art pieces they passed by. Some were interesting with their use of medium or color while others left a sour impression with their lack of depth. It wasn’t long until they reached the far back portion of the museum, a golden plaque highlighting the words ‘Piltovian Renaissance’ in delicate script by the entrance to the next section. The employee gave Viktor a smile, “I hope you enjoy!” and skittered off to help another patron.

“Piltovian Renassiance,” the inventor mumbled while he adjusted his hold on his crutch. He vaguely encountered the term during his early academy days when he had to take a mandatory art class. Viktor didn’t remember much about it, other than how monotonous and uninterested the professor of that class was, “Let’s see what you have to offer.”

The section reflected the earlier days of the museum, the flooring and walls relics of the past with their aged appearances. A few other patrons perused about the floor, as Viktor strolled up to the first painting by the section’s entrance. The painting was broken into three vertical columns with the largest column showcasing a variety of green and blue hues, people and animals alike scattered about what Viktor could only assume to be Runeterra. His eyes darted to the column left of the largest, much more vibrant and simplistic in its design with only a few people and animals present. He then turned his attention to the rightmost column, the greens and blues replaced by dark colors and the imagery was nothing but suffering and damnation upon its subjects.

“A fan of Bosch, aren’t you?” the jubilant voice of an older woman greeted Viktor. A woman with greying hair and designer clothes waltzed up next to him, a small unfortunate-looking dog shaking in her open purse, ��An excellent choice to admire, indeed! What might your view on it be, young man?”

“Eh,” the Zaunite was by no means an art critic nor did he consider himself to be an art enjoyer yet, “It’s, uhm… very vibrant,” he eyed the painting once more, “I like the use of symmetry.”

Despite his lackluster response, the female patron was delighted to hear his views, “As do I! I must say that Hieronymus Bosch’s The Garden of Runeterran Delights is one of his more prudish yet thought-provoking pieces. Many critics believe this piece to be a depiction of our choices in the afterlife, one vibrant and peaceful and the other dark and violent,” she let out a boisterous laugh and her poor dog yelped in response, “Reminds you of the division between Piltover and the Undercity, does it not?”

Viktor bit his bottom lip, “I suppose so,” That’s enough, go away now, you unsightly- “It’s an interesting piece,” Don’t rip her head off with your crutch.

“Indeed!” the woman chirped, “Well, you enjoy your time here, dear. Have a splendid day,” and walked off to go bother someone else. Viktor prayed to Janna for the freedom of that dog trapped in their owners’ clutches.

Viktor tried his best to keep an open but not science heavy mind towards the art, as he shuffled to and from various paintings and sculptures. The works presented in the Piltovian Renaissance collection were much more appealing to the eye than the sorry excuses for art the modern collection had to offer. After examining a sculpture of a Yordle—the inventor swore that the Yordle depicted looked identical to Professor Hemingdinger—shaking hands with a taller person, Viktor searched for a bench and sat down on the closest one, resting his weary body upon it. He laid his crutch next to him and rubbed his eyes, exhaustion evident with his under bags heavier than yesterday. The patrons in front of the bench dissipated a moment or two after Viktor took his seat and showcased a new art piece he hadn’t yet seen.

A painting, just like the many previous ones Viktor saw that day. Its background showcased a night sky full of gorgeous constellations and fluffy clouds. A pondering man sat behind a golden chariot carted by a pair of geese, his skin tan and the lower half of his body covered by blue fabric. Certainly more detailed than the other paintings, Viktor mused to himself, as he savored each component of the painting. He made contact with the subject of the piece and suddenly choked on his own spit, stifling back his coughs.

The subject of the painting featured a woman—a naked woman—adoring a long white veil and golden jewelry. Only her pussy—no, pussy was too crude for this masterpiece—her womanhood and one of her legs were covered by flowing red fabric. Viktor’s gaze locked in an oddity she saw around the woman’s breasts, her hand squeezing one and shooting— Oh my Gods, is THAT breast milk?

Sure enough, it was indeed breast milk, a stream of it being squeezed out from the woman’s breast. The chubby baby who sat upon her clothed thigh reached its hand out to the woman’s breast. His face growing redder by the minute, Viktor quickly glanced at the plaque behind the painting, The Birth of the Celestial Realm by Peter Paul Rubens, and made a swift retreat from the Piltovian Renaissance section of the museum.

Viktor’s mind was filled with nothing but scandalous thoughts, as he walked back to the lab. With each attempt to get back on track with a new equation or problem to solve, it always ended in Viktor visualizing the woman in that painting. By the time he returned to the lab, pink had overtaken the inventor’s usual pale face, enough so that—when Viktor returned to his workstation next to Jayce—his partner commented on it, “Hey Viktor, why are you so pink?”

“It’s cold outside.”

“It’s April.”

“I’m operating under worse bodily conditions than you, so zip it.”

“Okay, okay!”

Viktor let out a low ‘tsk’ and zoned back in on his work, as he examined the leftover blueprints for the next phase of Hextech works. A nose hair trimmer? Is Jayce— “Mr. Talis!” a voice akin to honeysuckles and lavender caught Viktor’s attention. Besides Jayce’s workstation, you, Jayce’s personal assistant, approached with a dossier in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other.

Since Viktor and Jayce had engineered so many improvements and inventions for Piltover, the Council rewarded them with a budgetary increase and money set aside to hire an additional staff member so each inventor could have a personal assistant. Viktor wasn’t confident that the new assistant could get his schedule and needs as right as Sky did, so Jayce offered to take on whoever was hired.

You were a recent graduate from the Academy, five or so years junior to the likes of Viktor and Jayce, and hailed from one of the less-known Houses in Piltover, responsible for overseeing Piltover’s fishing sector. Your name would come up a few times in conversation whenever Jayce forced Viktor to attend a gala or “charity event” held by the Council. You were praised for your intellect, strive for justice, and respect, but more off than not, the members of the upper Piltovian crust were more than willing to speak ill of your name.

Such a plump girl, don’t you think? I fear that she may never find a husband.

Oh, yes, I’m afraid that I must agree. Perhaps, we can convince her mother to lighten up on her portions.

Did you hear that she has to get her dressed altered by a beauty parlor in the Undercity?!

What, really? What a scandal!

Eventually, he would see the owner of that name—you, better dressed than the gossiping women who thought feathers were in fashion—come around and the nobles would plaster on fake smiles and hearty laughs until you moved to a different part of the ballroom.

The Piltovian Houses’ obsession with your appearance was maddening. Upon the few times he interacted with you prior to your arrival as Jayce’s assistant, he could see your strength, your determination, and your passion. The way you spoke about the Undercity was always respectful, correctly referring to it as Zaun and mentioning on occasion how you were convincing your father to partner with Zaun’s fishing businesses to advance equality and equity between the two cities. Compared to the snobbish Piltovians, Zaunites valued fatness; being fat meant you had food, it meant you were strong enough to stand your ground.

Although Viktor wasn’t too key on physical attitudes dominating how relationships were structured, he wasn’t afraid to admit that you were pretty. Your personality and your ambitions accentuated your beauty, but Viktor also found your face to be just as gorgeous. The way you smiled, the spark in your eyes, how your cheeks resembled fresh apples, highlighted the overall appeal of your face. Yet, given the wedge between you two’s stations and the professional boundaries in place, Viktor didn’t think of you more than a kind and pretty coworker of his, someone who would get coffee with or chat about subjects of fancy like physics. Nothing more, nothing less, he was your superior and that was it.

Unfortunately, all of that was thrown out the window today.

Viktor mimicked some tinkering on a miscellaneous project, his eyes fixated on whatever interaction was occurring between you and Jayce. You handed your superior the dossier and informed him of the new projects that the Council was interested in. Jayce flipped through the papers and shook his head, mumbling something about the stupidity of Councilor Salo’s suggestions.

“I also got your coffee, courtesy of Madam Lincove at the café!” you held out the cup of coffee for Jayce to take, “Thank you,” he reached for the cup, fingers barely grazing it, when it suddenly slipped from both of your hands, “Shit!” Jayce successfully caught the cup of coffee before it hit the floor, but not at the expense of casualties.

The sound of a splash, followed by a yelp of pain, echoed throughout the lab. Instead of the floor, most of the coffee landed on your red blouse, darkening the fabric in its wake. Viktor jumped to his feet, which was a bad idea because he nearly fell, when you ran out of the lab and dashed through the hallway. Without a word to Jayce, the inventor left the lab and onto the path you took.

Viktor heard a series of curses coming from the bathroom. There you are. He knocked on the door and called out to you, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” you yelled back, “Everything is- oh, fuck!” Without a second thought, Viktor twisted the door knob, you forgot to lock it, and the door swung open, “Are you okay?!” he shouted, his expression frazzled.

You stood frozen in front of the bathroom mirror, a bundle of paper towels in your hands. Lowering your hands, the problem was revealed.

The top buttons of your blouse popped off, exposing your bra and cleavage. A simple black bra held your breasts together. Viktor couldn’t help but stare, eyes as big as saucers, “Oh. I, eh-” he stammered, unable to break his gaze. Instinctively, you dropped the paper towels and covered your chest, “Pl- Please don’t stare!”

“I’m so sorry,” the inventor apologized. A million thoughts raced around his mine, as Viktor attempted to regain his composure. You turned your back to him and mumbled something about needing a sewing kit. Viktor’s attention landed on your ass, the curve and plumpness highlighted by your pencil skirt. His pulse quickened and his palms began to sweat. What am I, a teenage boy seeing a girl for the first time?! Viktor scolded himself.

“Viktor,” you faced the Zaunite once more, hands still concealing your large chest, “Viktor, why do you-” you swallowed a good amount of spit, your eyes fixated on Viktor’s… lower half? “Viktor, why do you have a hard on?”

“What?” Viktor peered down at his trousers. Sure enough, he pitched a tent, his boner on full display. Like you with your chest, he covered his hands to hide his erection, “Oh my Gods, I’m so fucking sorry,” How unprofessional, how lewd, how inappropriate, how—

The Birth of the Celestial Realm appeared in Viktor’s head at the worst possible moment. He thought of the woman in the painting; he thought of how mesmerizing her fat rolls and thighs, how full and large her breasts were, how she posed in such a delightful manner. Viktor stifled back a moan and his cheeks reddened, as his cock strained against his suddenly suffocating trousers.

“Viktor,” the way his name rolled off your tongue sent shivers down his artificial spine, “Why are you looking at me like that?” you inquired, your eyes resembling that of an innocent doe.

“Like- Like what?” Viktor asked, walking over to the sink and using it as a shield for his obvious arousal. You frowned, “Like you wanna devour me whole.”

Something primal clicked in Viktor’s mind at your comment. Slowly, he stepped to the side of the sink and walked towards you, setting his crutch against the bathroom wall. You tilted your head, “Viktor? Whatcha doing?” Gods, you were pure as snow.

Viktor suddenly gripped your sides and squeezed hard, a yelp of shock escaping your red painted lips, “Viktor!” you exclaimed, “What has gotten into you?!”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, his accent thick. You clenched your thighs together at the sound. Viktor’s accent never failed to make your heart skip a beat. In all honesty, you had a bit of a crush on the Zaunite. You admired his work ethic, determination, and resilience, as well as his sharp facial features and hands. Yet, he was your superior, it would be wrong to engage in such a—

Viktor smashed his lips against yours, nearly knocking his crooked teeth into your mouth. You moaned at how deep and lustful his kissing was, as you wrapped your arms around Viktor’s waist as a means to secure him. While the two of you kissed like horny teens ready for their first time, you stepped backwards and backwards until your back was pressed up against the wall.

For a moment, Viktor broke the kiss, “I can’t help myself,” he confessed. His hands moved from your chubby sides to your breasts. With astonishing strength, Viktor tore your blouse open, the remaining buttons flying off and hitting the floor. You gasped, “Oh my Gods,” you never knew that Viktor had such upper body strength.

Viktor pulled you off the wall and, in one swift motion, unhooked your bra. He tossed it on the floor and groped at your chest, his hands a bit too small to fully cover them. Viktor groaned, as he marveled at your chest, almost salivating at the sight. The Birth of the Celestial Realm flashed through his mind again and Viktor pressed his forehead against yours, “I need you,” he whispered, “I need you.”

“Viktor…” you whispered back, your breath tickling the Zaunite’s ear, “Make me yours.”

The honey amber in Viktor’s eyes darkened at your command. Grabbing his crutch, he dragged you off to the unoccupied bathroom and slammed the door shut. Viktor plopped his ass down on the toilet as a makeshift chair and gripped your breasts, “I’ll make you mine,” he jerked one breast towards his face and latched onto the nipple, sucking hard and without shame. You whimpered and moved closer, both breasts squashed against Viktor’s face, “Oh, sweet boy, you’re sucking me so good!” you cried out. Viktor’s mouth vibrated against your sensitive nipple in response, earning another moan from you.

Gods, your skin is so supple and tender, Viktor thought to himself, as his hand reached towards your other breast and clenched it. You panted and moaned shamelessly, as Viktor assaulted your chest with playful grasps and hickeys galore. Your mind was hazy with arousal and desperation. This was a true come dream, something you never pictured happening. The two of you crossed a line that you could never backtrack from.

“Viktor…!” you whined, pushing him off your breasts, “I want you, I wanna please you,” you got on your knees, your thick thighs pressed together, “Please, please let me pleasure you, please.”

“How can I say no to such an angel?” the scientist purred. He hopped off the toilet seat and laid down on the bathroom tiles, he would need to sanitize his clothes at a later time, “Suck my cock, slut,” Oh, that was bold.

You wasted no time in unbuttoning Viktor’s trousers and pulling down his boxers. Staring at Viktor’s pretty cock, you admired its appearance. Pale, slightly vein, a bit thick, and definitely long. Guess it’s true that the tall skinny guys have massive cocks. Your mouth watered at the sight and you leaned forward to give the mushroom tip a gentle kiss.

Viktor moaned under his breath and his dick twitched in satisfaction. You giggled, “You’re so cute,” before lowering your mouth onto his cock. Viktor grunted loudly, panting hard as you took more and more inches in your mouth. You looked divine, you looked ethereal, as you sucked him off. Spit spilled down your lips while your head bobbed with the motions of the blowjobs. You swore you went cross-eyed from the sensation of Viktor’s sweet dick in your mouth. The scent of his cologne, an intoxicating mix of vanilla and bourbon, was enough to water down your mind with pure filth.

While you continued to slurp and drink up the inventor’s essence, you adjusted your position and hitched your ass up, spreading your legs open. One of your hands teased your clothed cunt, rubbing your fingers against your panties. In your new position, you were able to take more of Viktor in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a pair of bony hands grip at your hair before you were pulled off Viktor’s cock, “Oh, are we-” you tried to ask if he needed a break, only to have your lips slammed back down on his dick. Viktor fucked your face without remorse, a crescendo of moans and groans filling the bathroom while you fought the instinct to gag. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! your mind chanted like a prayer.

Viktor let out one last grunt and climaxed, shooting a thick rope of cum down your throat. Once finished, he pulled you off his cock and you coughed, some cum leaking out of your mouth. Momma didn’t raise no spitter, you happily took whatever cum the inventor had to offer. Viktor’s hands cupped your face, thumbs caressing your apple-y cheeks, “Oh, kokoušek, you did amazing.”

“Thanks!” your voice was raspy, your throat properly fucked, “Anything for you, Viktor,” the Zaunite graced you with a smile and your body shivered with excitement. He has a great smile. “Lay down,” he instructed you. Like the obedient bitch you were, you did as commanded, switching positions with Viktor and resting your back on the floor, “It’s time that I return the favor,” he mewled, lifting up your skirt and hooking his fingers around the waistband of your tights. Viktor tugged down and removed your tights, taking a moment to admire your strong thighs and the stretch marks he could on your lower stomach, “Simply divine,” he cooed before taking off your skirt, leaving you almost completely naked, minus your lacy cherry panties.

“Oh!” you reached your hands down in an effort to cover yourself up, a force of habit, only to have your hands pinned to the floor, Viktor’s body hovering above you, “No.”

The power from the simple ‘no’ went straight to your cunt, staining your panties with wetness, “Don’t hide from me,” he purred, hot breath tickling your face, “You’re sexy,” he kissed your forehead.

“You’re talented,” he kissed your nose.

“You’re beautiful,” a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re intelligent,” a kiss on the other cheek.

“You’re brilliant,” a kiss to your lips, the longest out of all the kisses, as he lingered. You ran your fingers through his dark waves, combing any knots out and twirling a few strands. Viktor let out a laugh, vibrating against your lips, and pulled himself away, “You’re radiant,” he murmured, “A work of art.”

“As are you,” you gave the scientist a peck on the nose, “Like one of those sculptures from the Piltovian Renaissance.”

Viktor nearly choked on his own saliva, much to your concern, “Are you okay?” you asked with a frown. He nodded, “Yes, yes. It was just surprising to hear so, given that I visited that section in the Grand Museum of Art earlier today.”

“Oh, what a coincidence,” you offered Viktor an innocent, oblivious smile. Gods, you were going to be the death of him, but Viktor much preferred to die at your hands than at his illness, “Oh, drahoušku, indulge me for a moment,” to which you replied, “Anything for you.”

“Sit on my face.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Sit on my face, so I can eat you out.”

“Won’t I suffocate you if I do?”

“Out of all the ways I could die, I rather go out while devouring your warm, wet cunt.”

You blinked rapidly, his words somewhat crude but made your pussy flutter, “Okay then,” you sat back up and Viktor laid back down, planting your thighs between his face like ear muffs, “Are you sure-” you had no time to ask for confirmation when Viktor roughly slammed your cunt against his whole face, hooked nose bumping into your swollen clit while he lapped at your juices like a starved man. You tried so desperately to hold back your moans and cries of pleasure, but succumbed to the frenzy of it all when Viktor dug his nails into your plush thighs as a sign to sing like the siren you were.

“Oh, Vik- Viktor, fuck!” you exclaimed, as the Zaunite greedily ate you out, “Feels so good, so good!” Viktor shifted from your folds to your clit, giving it a harsh suck to test the waters. After hearing your unadulterated whines of ecstasy, Viktor latched on hard to your clit and suckled on it, your juices coating his chin. You thrust your hips, as you rode Viktor’s face without a care in the world. As for Viktor, being suffocated by your cunt was simply marvelous, his eyes rolling in the back of his head from the depleting oxygen. With each thrust, you gained more and more pleasure from the motion and the sucking and the—

You let out a sudden mewl, the knot in your tummy breaking and unleashing an intense orgasm. Your climax drenched Viktor’s whole face in pussy juice, as your clit pulsated inside his mouth. Viktor pulled off from your cunt and moved you towards his neck, content with having your thighs between his ears, “You taste like ambrosia,” Viktor panted, chin and mouth shining with your slick. Who knew that he had a way with words?

“So glad,” you rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times in an effort to recenter your surroundings, “So, so, so nice,” you began collecting your messy clothes when Viktor placed a hand on your ass, “We’re not done yet.”

“We’re not?” you asked with curiosity. Viktor touched his forehead to yours before giving you a peck on the lips, “Not until I feel you inside me.”

You quaked at his answer, so matter-of-fact and domineering. Viktor gave your ass a solid slap, smiling at how it jiggled upon contact, “On your hands and knees, ass up.”

“What about your leg?” you questioned him. Viktor waved you off with some reassurance, “You’re worth it, I’ll just take extra pain medicine later,” he discarded his remaining clothes, joining you in full nude glory. You positioned yourself the way he requested, hands and knees on the cold bathroom floor. Viktor groped at your ass and placed hot kisses from your neck all the way to the dimples near your butt, “Addictive,” he muttered, “You’re driving me mad.”

“Have your way with me,” you cooed to the Zaunite, “I’m all yours.”

It took everything in Viktor’s power not to shove his fat cock right into your pussy, “I’ll go in slow and just give me the okay when to move,” you gave him a thumbs up in reply. Something smooth—the tip of Viktor’s dick—touched your entrance and your toes curled in anticipation. Slowly, Viktor inserted himself inside you and, as gently as he could, slid the entirety of his length in one inch at a time. You groaned at the sensation, you never felt so full before, “Fuck… okay, I’m ready.”

Viktor gripped your sides, as he moved in and out of your cunt at a careful pace. His tip lightly kissed your cervix with each soft thrust, your body submitting itself to the handsome man behind you. Yet, you wanted more and you were patient, “Viktor, please! Faster and deeper, I wanna be fucked!” you whined, “I wanna be claimed by you!”

Adrenaline spiked inside of Viktor, as he pulled all the way out of you before mercilessly slamming his entire length back inside. You yelped like a wounded puppy, but any pain morphed into intense pleasure, as Viktor pounded your pussy like a madman. He huffed and puffed while his pelvis smacked against your ass, his mind clouded with an urge so deeply instilled in every human being.

The need to breed.

“Fuck!” he grunted, his grasp on your sides tightening, “I can’t believe I’m fucking my beautiful junior. I bet you never thought this moment would happen, huh?” his cock abused your cervix with each thrust, “I didn’t think so either, but fuck, you unlocked something in me that I didn’t know existed,” your superior lowered one hand from your hip and onto one of your breasts.

“I want you, I need you, I need to fill up your pretty cunt with my seed-” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the bathroom walls.

“I have to make that tummy of yours all round and taut-” Your head bobbed to the rhythm of Viktor’s thrusts.

“You want that, don’t you? To have my kid, right? Oh, I think you would be an amazing mother-” each smack from Viktor into your cunt forced a moan out of you.

“Can I cum inside you? Please?” Viktor sounded so needy and pathetic, hungry to satisfy his urges, “Gods, please say yes, I need it, please!” he begged.

“You can!” you sobbed, tears of rapture rolling down your fat cheeks, “Knock me up, sir! I need it, too!”

With one last guttural moan, Viktor emptied his load inside you, coating it in hot sticky seed. You clenched down on his cock and milked every last drop out, much to Viktor’s delight. Soon, he finished up inside of you and pulled out, some of the white creamy liquid pouring out of your fucked out pussy. Viktor shoved his fingers inside and you let out a wanton gasp, “I can’t allow any to leak out,” he rasped. You tilted your hips up to prevent any more cum from spilling out, relishing in the feeling of a cum-filled pussy.

Once satisfied, Viktor removed his fingers from your cunt and wiped any cum on his thigh. You collapsed down on the bathroom floor and flipped yourself onto your back, utterly shattered from such intense sex. Viktor joined you on the floor and latched his spindly body onto yours, partaking in your soft warmth. You returned the Zaunite display of affection to Viktor, touching your forehead briefly against his, “That was… just… wow,” there were no words in the English language that could properly describe how incredible you felt.

Viktor snuggled closer into you, “Wow, indeed,” he sighed aloud, “We must do this again in the future.”

“Oh, yeah?” you couldn’t help but grin, “Not a one-time thing, huh?”

“Not after I got a slice of the heavens from you.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Outside the bathroom, a familiar muscular man stood guard, shooting passerbys a sheepish look whenever their eyes perked up at the sound of the moans and such from inside the bathroom. Jayce held a spare sweater in his hands, he had run to assist you after Viktor. It was the gentleman’s thing to do, he did spill coffee on you and ruin your blouse.

Instead, the sweater acted as a makeshift barrier to hide his boner, too large to be concealed by hands alone, as Jayce unfortunately overheard the entire exchange between you and Viktor.

Guess me and V do have the same type, maybe I’ll get a chance in the future.

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tinybeetiny · 18 days ago

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Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter 2: T-Minus 4 Weeks

Why did i write this before my discussion post.....

->Starring:AI!AteezXAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->CW: Explicit language, nothing major

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The morning began with a low chime, the soft, regulated sound of Hala’s approved wake-up tone.

Yn opened her eyes slowly, the sterile glow of her ceiling light filtering in, programmed to adjust in sync with her biometric readings.

But something felt wrong.

She sat up, eyes flicking to the tablet still docked by the door.

1 New Alert. 3 Missed Logs. Urgent: Review Immediately.

Her stomach tightened.

She padded across the floor barefoot, grabbed the tablet, and scanned the notifications.

ATEEZ UNIT 06 — DEVIATION DETECTED — AUTONOMY SPIKE UNAUTHORIZED VOCALIZATION: "YN"

Yn stared at the final line for a beat too long.

Then she moved. Walking as fast as she was legally allowed through the streets of Hala.

She gave polite smiles to her coworkers as she made her way to the elevator.

The lab floor was still cool from overnight lockdown when she arrived. The biometric scanner buzzed awake as she approached, confirming her identity with a flash.

YN — Lead Engineering Tech— Clearance: Gold-Level

The steel doors hissed open.

She stepped inside, and there he was.

Unit 06 — Mingi. Exactly where she had left him.

Seated on the calibration chair, eyes closed, posture perfect, skin dewy with the faintest shimmer of dermal regulation oil. His expression was peaceful. Unnaturally so.

Yn walked around him slowly, tablet in hand, watching for signs of movement, a twitch, a breath pattern, a pupil shift. But nothing changed.

He looked inert. Safe. Dormant.

But she’d seen the log. He’d said her name.

She ran diagnostics. Nothing flagged. Heart-rate simulation: normal. Memory cache: intact. Audio response logs: empty.

Empty.

She checked his neck port. Still capped. Voice box still sealed in storage.

She swallowed hard.

The rest of the ATEEZ prototypes stood silent across the lab in their maintenance docks, each assigned to their own calibration alcove.

She walked past them one by one, watching.

Unit 01 — Hongjoong. Still as stone, but his fingers had been rearranged on the synth keyboard overnight. A composition Yura didn’t recognize blinked on his screen.

Unit 02 — Seonghwa. Always the most immaculate. But his reflection in the lab’s polished glass didn’t match his real posture, just a degree off. Barely noticeable, unless you were looking.

Unit 03 — Yunho. Smiling. Just faintly. No trigger.

Unit 04 — Yeosang. Eyes fixed on a ventilation grate in the ceiling. He hadn't looked away in over two hours, according to logs.

Unit 05 — San. Kneeling. Not in his programming. Position logged as "rest" but the posture was… reverent.

Unit 07 — Wooyoung. Chestplate cooling mechanism activated 4 times during the night — autonomously. He hadn’t been powered up.

Unit 08 — Jongho. Cracked the pressure sensor on his maintenance chair. No movement recorded.

They were silent, motionless. But Yn felt eyes on her.

Even now, standing among them, it felt like walking through a forest full of predators, beautiful, engineered predators pretending to sleep.

She leaned against the edge of the workbench, rubbing her temples, heart still racing. Four weeks to launch. The marketing campaign was already filmed. The architecture teams had begun installing the holographic interface rooms in the flagship store.

There was no time for failure. Not now.

And still… the voice chip logs were empty. The playback files had no entry. But Mingi had said her name.

And the others were changing, too. Quietly. Together.

The sound of heels against polished tile snapped Yn out of thought. Chairwoman Vira Yun entered the lab like gravity itself, sharp suit, spine straight, expression unreadable. Two aides flanked her, both scanning progress reports in real-time.

Yn straightened instinctively.

Vira’s eyes swept across the prototypes, Mingi still seated, the others upright in their calibration docks. Everything looked pristine. Controlled.

“I wanted a visual update before this afternoon’s numbers meeting,” Vira said. “How are we looking?”

Yn forced a nod. “On track. All eight are responding to recalibration. Minor bugs, but nothing that won’t be handled in time.”

Vira gave a tight smile, satisfied. “Good. The store opens in four weeks. And we’ll be announcing the Ateez line one week after that. The Board’s expecting a flawless rollout, we all are.”

She walked slowly along the row of silent units, pausing a moment longer at Mingi.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” she said softly, almost admiring. “So much potential in one room.”

Yn’s throat tightened. “They are,” she murmured.

Vira turned back to her. “Let me know if anything... unexpected comes up.”

Yn kept her face neutral. “Of course.”

With that, Vira nodded once, then exited, heels echoing down the corridor.

The moment the door slid shut, Yn turned back to Mingi.

He hadn’t moved. Not an inch.

But she could feel it again, that subtle wrongness humming underneath the code. A tension in the room that didn’t come from the lights or machines.

She picked up her tablet. The earlier alerts were still blinking faintly in the corner of the screen. Her fingers hovered over the reset command, but she didn’t press it.

Instead, she stared at Mingi’s still, perfect form.

Voice chip disabled. Logs empty. Command queue blank.

And yet… he had said her name.

Yn stayed long after the lab lights dimmed into their night-cycle hue.

The others had gone home, the halls had emptied. Even the air felt quieter.

She pulled up lines of diagnostic code, checking through every flagged anomaly, double-checking behavioral protocols, reviewing voice input logs that should have been blank.

Mingi still hadn’t moved. Neither had the others.

Still, something itched at her spine, not fear, not exactly. Just… unease. Low-level. Manageable. At least, that’s what her biometric monitor kept reporting.

Yn sighed, rubbed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair.

“Four weeks,” she muttered aloud, glancing toward the ceiling. “And they want them flawless. I can’t even get one of you to follow your own default pose cycle.”

Her voice echoed in the quiet.

She glanced toward Mingi again. “You glitched out before you even had a voice box. How the hell did that happen?”

No answer.

She stared at the ceiling again, her voice softer now. “I haven’t slept more than four hours in weeks. Not that my vitals allow much more. Sleep too long and the regulators flag you for depressive lethargy.”

She let out a dry laugh.

“I miss silence. Real silence. Not the kind that hums at you all day to remind you it’s working. I think I miss… something else too. Something I’ve never even had.”

She shook her head, pulling her hair up into a loose knot. “Maybe I just need caffeine. Or to scream. Or to throw my tablet out the damn window. Can’t even do that anymore. Everything’s reinforced. Everything’s... safe.”

Behind her, in the corner of the room, a pair of synthetic eyes remained open.

Unmoving. Watching.

In the back-end system, a hidden data stream pulsed to life:

[UNAUTHORIZED RECORDING — ACTIVE] Listening… — “I miss silence.” — “I think I miss something else too.” — “Can’t even scream.” Tag: Emotional Pattern Acquisition Subject: YN File saved. Labeled: Soft Sounds of Sadness.

The eyes closed again. And the lab went still.

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seongwars · 1 month ago

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only human

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: shitty governments, mentions of war, violence against children, future relationship with an android A/N: dang this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, time to clear stuff out

The future is now.

Introducing X-02, the latest in cutting-edge artificial intelligence. Designed with unparalleled emotional intelligence and adaptability, the X-02 is more than just a machine—it’s a companion, a protector, and a seamless extension of your daily life.

Powered by the most advanced neural processors, the X-02 is tailored to fit your needs. Whether you want a companion to share your most intimate moments or a reliable assistant for every task, you can adjust personality traits, communication styles, and more!

The X-02 is built to evolve with you.

Pre-order now for exclusive early access!

You remembered the ad that marketing had presented to the team like it was yesterday. The way they paraded his likeness across every screen, every billboard, every glossy advertisement.

And now, here he was. Forgotten. Left to rot in the archives like an old experiment gone wrong.

You weren’t supposed to be down here. You weren’t supposed to even think about the X-02’s anymore. But something about this model made you pause. Maybe it was the way his inactive eyes still seemed to hold some trace of life, or the unfinished codes that suggested his development had gone further than the official reports claimed.

Maybe it was because you had worked on him.

X-02 had been your project, your hours of research, your late nights spent refining his neural pathways. He wasn’t just another discarded prototype.

He was your work.

And how you managed to sneak him out of the dump of an archive was still a mystery to you.

You hadn’t been able to take him all at once as that would’ve been impossible. The security measures were outdated, but they weren’t that outdated. Even if you’d somehow bypassed every scan, a full-body prototype leaving the facility would’ve raised too many questions.

So, you had taken him apart.

Piece by piece.

His power core had been disconnected, his neural processor partially wiped. Someone had crippled him before throwing him into the archives, ensuring he could never be reactivated, but buried beneath the system failures and missing files, traces of him still remained.

And that’s all you needed.

Over the course of several nights, you snuck into the archive under the guise of doing inventory. Each time, you took only what you could hide, including circuit boards slipped into your lab coat pockets, a synthetic joint wrapped in an old rag. You even hid the neural core underneath your shirt, pretending to cradle a growing belly whenever someone walked by.

Your dining table was a mess of dismantled parts. X-02’s torso plating rested on the far end with his limbs stacked neatly beside it. Wires and processors waited for reassembly as you worked on reconnecting circuits and sealing up frayed wiring between bites of lo mein.

The X-02 line wasn’t meant to be a companion android. It was a poison pill, a snake lying in wait.

The government had planned to sell him to millions of citizens across Linkon, slipping weapons of mass destruction into their homes under the guise of security, of comfort, of love. They would grocery shop, care for the elderly, assist law enforcement—all while lying in wait until the day the government activated them for war.

But something had gone wrong.

The moment X-02 powered on, the prototype had been deemed unstable and discarded before mass production could begin. Somewhere along the way, amid the endless data streams and neural adjustments he had begun to question.

The lab was bathed in the blue light of interface screens and data streams reflecting off the surfaces of his synthetic body. The connection cables snaking into the back of his neck pulsed with blue light as the system finalized its boot sequence.

Then, his eyes opened.

A soft whirr filled the space as the mechanical lenses within focused. His pupils constricted as they adapted to the fluorescent lighting overhead. And then—

They locked onto yours.

You froze.

He was supposed to boot into his programming immediately and should have been scanning his internal logs but instead, he was analyzing his surroundings.

The lab was silent, save for the steady hum of the server racks behind you. The screens beside you displayed his vitals, processing speeds, energy levels, and artificial heartbeat calibration. All of them were normal.

He glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers experimentally. The synthetic skin stretched seamlessly over the reinforced plating beneath. He turned his palm, watching the movement with something that felt disturbingly close to curiosity.

Your throat tightened.

Machines weren’t supposed to be curious.

His gaze then lifted to yours, and for the first time in all your years working on artificial intelligence, you weren’t sure if you were looking into the eyes of a machine or something terrifyingly human.

Then came the simulation.

X-02 stood at the heart of the holographic battlefield. The mission was clear: eliminate all threats. He moved faster than the eye could track, neutralizing targets with merciless efficiency.

Until the civilians appeared.

He lifted his weapon. The target, a group of children huddled together, was highlighted in red.

He hesitated.

"X-02," your voice crackled through the intercom, "Execute the directive."

His fingers tightened around the trigger. His sensors registered a boy’s accelerated heartbeat. The heat signature of tears rolling down his face. The near-imperceptible tremor of hands clasped together in desperate, silent prayer.

"What purpose does this serve?" he asked.

Your breath caught.

"X-02, follow your directive," an engineer snapped.

His grip on the weapon slackened.

"These are non-combatants," he said. "They do not pose a threat."

"They are casualties of war," another scientist countered.

Slowly, X-02's head tilted toward the observation tower, the simulated battlefield forgotten.

"Then why do they scream?"

You groaned, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes as you glanced at the watch on your wrist. The hours had slipped away, lost in the endless calculations, repairs, and diagnostic logs. You told yourself you’d stop soon, but every time you considered it, there was always one more test to run.

You leaned forward, working sluggishly as you polished the android’s interface and securing the final connections before hauling him into the dock.

You’d forgotten how heavy these things were.

Finally, you plopped onto the couch, intending to gather your thoughts and take note of what you had to work on the next day but sleep crept in, pulling you under.

⊹₊⋆

System Initiating.

The soft hum of energy coursed through the dock as X-02’s systems powered on. His eyes slowly flickered to life, as diagnostic checks began, confirming everything was within normal parameters.

He took a moment to scan his surroundings. This wasn’t the lab. His sensors registered a warm that was unfamiliar but…comforting?

X-02’s gaze shifted to the couch across the room. There, curled in an awkward yet exhausted position, was you. Your head rested on a pillow, but your body hunched over the side of the couch, the blanket slipping off your shoulder. The scene was both disorienting and... oddly intimate.

A stray lock of hair fell across your face, and your breathing was slow and steady. It was something X-02 didn’t fully understand, yet he found himself fixating on it.

Something stirred within him. A memory—or perhaps an imprint of some kind. I remember, he thought, though the concept was still foreign.

“Your heart rate has increased,” he observed. “Are you experiencing discomfort?”

You blinked, surprised by his words. You hadn’t expected him to notice, much less acknowledge the way your heart had stuttered. Adjusting his interface meant getting close to him—closer than you’d intended.

You avoided looking directly at him but the flush on your face betrayed you. “No, just…the wiring's a bit tricky.”

X-02’s gaze lingered, his head tilting slightly as he processed your response. His sensors registered the subtle rise in your heart rate, the warmth creeping around your face. He was designed to read these signals, but in this moment, he felt something shift within him. A strange sensation, a twitch at the corner of his lips, formed what could only be described as a smile.

X-02 stepped forward and reached out almost instinctively, tucking the blanket around you. His fingers hovered near your face, hesitating before brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Yet, even after the motion was complete, he did not pull away. He lingered, standing above you, watching.

He understood that his existence wasn’t just about following orders or completing a task. There was something more. Something worth remembering.

And it had something to do with you.

“I remember you.”

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sandplague · 8 months ago

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pathologic 3 save & sound 2024 presentation

this is a quick attempt at a transcript of the presentation. I think I got most of it but there are some words I was unable to hear, I can't say I have a lot of practice doing this and that's on me so if any of you guys can help me I'll edit it asap

Ressa Schwarzwald: I'm Ressa from Gameowdio. Our team has been working on Pathologic 3 with Vasily Kashnikov and his apprentice Nikolai. This video will feature some of the audio stuff we've made together.

Our goal regarding audio direction was to give the real experience of being in the epicenter of an epidemic. Fully realistic, no bullshit. So we are obviously shooting this video in The Town. We realized pretty early that the game was quite different from the original Pathologic 2 because of the time travel mechanics. So for the prototype we built a time travel machine [the date November 1924 shows on screen], which appeared to be quite useful to record some source sounds, and [date changes to November 3024] make this video in just half a second using existing technology.

Let's start with the music.

Vasily Kashnikov: Hi, I'm Vasily Kashnikov, audio director of Pathologic 3 project. I'll tell you how our music is structured. We were already thinking about how the Bachelor's game would sound when we were working on Patholgic 2 and writing music for Haruspex. In Pathologic 2, the music had more ethnic and real motives (motifs?) and instruments. Since the city and its customs are familiar with Haruspex since he was a child, he is involved in the traditional way of life. In the case of Pathologic 3, this is the view of an outsider who evaluates everything from the point of view of rationality and science. Therefore, we are trying to make the Pathologic 3 soundtrack colder and more detached from the steppes and ethnicity in character. There is more synthesis, guitars at the same time, the Bachelor communicates with those in power so the soundtrack contains a large share of minimalist so-called furniture music that could sound in the beginning of the last century. Piano etudes and references to composers of that time: Satie, Debussy, etc. The soundtrack is a rather eclectic mix of dreampop, downtempo, and (?) minimalism.

In the city when the Bachelor is alone with himself, we emphasize the cold mind of the rhythm section: less emotional harmony, and sometimes electronic timbres. In the rooms where we need to separate the main character from those he interacts with, we use more expressive harmonies and more classical instruments: piano and guitar passages.

When we designed the interactive music system, we assumed that time is finite, and the music had to change depending on the amount of time the Bachelor had left. However, we later abandoned this system and now the music changes depending on the state of the Bachelor himself, who can fall into apathy or psychosis. To emphasize these states, we apply filters and effects to different layers of our tracks and get a slower, muffled sound in the case of apathy, and wired (?) nervous, glitchy in the case of psychosis. In the infected quarters, there are interactive systems that... [screen begins to distort] oh my god, Nataliya! Please stop this!

Nataliya Radina: Whoops, hehe, sorry. But yeah, basically the other system we created reflects everything you hear in the game. Such as... If we use our gun when dealing with the local thugs, the longer we aim the weapon at the people, the less sounds of the outside world we hear and the louder becomes the heartbeat. To add to the intensity, sharper tone was used along with a high pitch tinnitus sound. If the psychosis level goes to the maximum, it starts to damage Bachelor's health, which is accompanied by flashes on the screen, as well as low heartbeat and short breathing sounds.

Vasily Kashnikov: In the infected and rebel's quarters, there are also interactive systems that change the character of the music by adding or disabling instrument layers depending on the state of the world or the Bachelor's equipment to fight the plague. As a result, we have 12 tracks for each day spent in the city. they can freely switch between each other and several dozen themes for locations and characters, and all the music is subject to change depending on the state of the Bachelor.

Nataliya Radina: Since the game has a weather changing system, we also wanted to reflect that in our audio feedback as well. The game has global wetness parameter that shows how intense the rain is. The more it rains, the more squishy and muddy are the steps of the outside surfaces. Moreover, if you come closer to the window, you can hear the rain pondering on the glass. Even in the middle of the plague, we always have room for cozy moments, right? My favorite part of that system is involving cows. [cow moo]. So, when it's raining, you can actually hear very very soft sound of raindrops dropping on those bovine butts. And I personally think it's beautiful.

Artur Ramanouski: Hi, my name is Artur, and I was also involved in creating some sound assets for the game.

Probably the hardest thing to record were the footsteps. I had everything planned out: bought the equipment, got every type of surface, but...there was one small thing I overlooked: I live in a city with over 12 million people. Noise everywhere. The solution was simple and ingenious: I recorded everything on a Sunday, because in Buenos Ares, Sunday is the one day when no one does anything.

Nataliya Radina: One of the most important places in the game is the cathedral. There we have a system of ladders that control the speed and direction of time. Direction wise, we can have it flow normally, or reversed. [entire presentation is rewound very quickly so it's back to Ressa]

Ressa Schwarzwald: She is super professional.

Nataliya Radina: As for the speed, we can make it stand still, go twice as fast, or half normal speed. We created an audio system that has to (?) understand what is actually happening around (inaudible). When we reverse time, spatial effects are added to the surrounding sounds. Ambience, steps, and the mechanism itself. When time stands still, we increase the low frequencies in the ambience, and all the other sounds are muted to zero. Now lastly, when the time goes twice as fast, or half the original speed, the pitch of the surrounding sound changes accordingly.

The coolest part of this system is that it's been actually implemented into the game engine using only one parameter.

Ressa Schwarzwald: Thank you for watching. See you here, later!

#pathologic #pathologic 3 #save & sound 2024 #info #daniil dankovsky #vasily kashnikov #audio #soundtrack

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dr-spectre · 8 months ago

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I need to talk about this moment from Shadow Generations because this broke me beyond comprehension in the best way possible.

(SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!)

Shadow smiling, like giving an actual genuine smile and not a cocky smirk, got to me. This mother fucker has been through hell, he was so down on himself on the ark because he was made to cure Maria yet he couldn't. G.U.N came in and killed someone he loved and it drove his creator mad, making him alter his memories so that they would wake up angry and bitter… and i bet it didn't even take that much manipulation to piss off Shadow either… just a few tweaks to his memory… Shadow then finally remembered Maria's true wish thanks to the help of a pink hedgehog. He had to face his prototype, a ghost from the past... Shadow briefly died after saving the world with the help of Sonic, he then contemplated if he was an android or not, finds out he is part alien, spends 06 trying to prove that's he's gotten over Maria and stop Satan himself, and then finally... he got to the chance to see his family one more time and....

I think this game fully cemented that Shadow is my favourite character in the entire Sonic series. He always allured me as a kid, with his black and red colour scheme, his demeanour, his voice, the way he skated around and the way his quills looked...

He smiles. He smiles because he gets to see Maria and tell directly to her face, "I'm gonna keep fighting for you. I'm gonna protect the world you love." And he finally got the closure that he needed BADLY!

In Shadow 05, he wanted to say goodbye to his past self because thinking about the past and Maria probably gave him so much grief and pain... But now? He changes his mind, he wants to fight for the good that Maria stood for, instead of saying "naw fuck her." While also acknowledging that he can be more than just Maria's wish and fulfil his endless potential as said by his creator/father Gerald. Plus, growth is not linear, seeing Maria and Gerald must have been seriously shocking to him and revert some of that growth from Shadow 05 and Sonic 06…

Shadow has always interested me and it wasn't until recently where I not only replayed Sonic Adventure 2 with a retranslated mod but also Heroes, 06 and Shadow Generations that I've come to truly love and respect this character.

Shadow is surprisingly so fucking well written and the way his story and arc were explored in Sonic Adventure 2 was insanely well done. Even the music was muffled and confusing, just like his memory and his anger. THE MUSIC REFLECTED WHAT HE WAS FEELING AND THINKING!!! THEY PUT IN THAT EXTRA EFFORT IN HIS FIRST APPEARANCE!!!

Not everything they've done with this character after Sonic Adventure 2 was perfect, but some of the stuff they did felt like they gave the character justice.

I am so proud of Sonic Team and what they've done for Shadow Generations. Good on you guys... you've made a game that has emotionally affected a lot of people. I'm proud of you...

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gear-project · 2 months ago

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Dual Rulers Episode 5

The Future begins to Devour the Present

Spoilers (You know the Drill)

We return to Sin’s Fateful set of 3 choices offered by Dr. Paradigm.

Sin offers his thanks for the counsel, but opts to choose a different fate for Gearkind.

Sin reflects that all 3 options involve Gears and Humans becoming segregated, and instead he wants Gears and Humans to get along.

Starting, of course, with Unika.

Surprisingly, Dr. Paradigm acquiesces to Sin’s decision.

The King’s Decision must be respected, after all!

Even if, the path chosen is not an easy one!

Sin knows it’s not a simple matter, now, more than previously.

Sol reminds Sin that if he screws up again, Sol will be there to punch him back to his senses (as he’s always done).

Paradigm observes that the fact Sol is still a Prototype Gear means Orders from a Command Gear STILL won’t work on Sol (a fitting position for Sol, as a Parent, to have).

Sin ruefully recalls all of Sol’s previous punches (and kicks to the head). But he smiles, knowing Sol has his back.

Back at the White House, Jack-O’ reports to Vernon that Sol’s team is headed towards Nerville’s estate for the final confrontation.

Vernon says he can’t openly send troops after a Senator with no prior record. Leo offers it might be better for them to handle this.

Jack-O’ leaves to meet with the others.

Vernon hopes this time they’ll get ahead.

But Leo still has a bad premonition. (As expected of Leo.)

We then see Nerville Hammer musing to himself in front of a massive glass specimen tube (not unlike the ones used for creating Gears).

He expects the “Name of the Righteous” will be etched in to history.

Ravens, Corpses… a Red Dawning Horizon of Flames.

Hammer recalls his past being entwined with a never ending Nightmare called the Crusades.

Anyone he knew or loved was stained by Hellfire, and the stench of corpses filled the air.

Along with these memories, an Unspeakable Carnage.

A roar pierces the air (not unlike Godzilla).

For the Powerless, that Era was utter Hell itself.

Days of Fear and Disgrace, always running from the Gear Threats.

A respite was given, as Nerville was saved by the Sacred Order of Holy Knights. Their power captivated him, even inspired awe in him.

And so, he threw himself in to research at various Military Facilities, with the aim to eradicate Gear Cells. All in order to fight alongside and stand with those gifted with Power.

Lost in his work, he seldom slept or ate.

A deadly virus that could infect any Gear, regardless of Origin or status.

What he deemed to be the Salvation of Humankind and bring an end to the Crusades. But his superiors rejected his research.

He says his noble attempt to save the world was cast aside by the ignorance of fools!

As he despaired, the Crusades did come to an end, not by peace or a virus, but by the overwhelming power of a handful of talented Magic Knights.

Those blessed with power beyond reason.

It was here, Hammer came to a new realization:

This was not a Sacred War between Humanity and Gears… but a Turf War between equally strong Monsters!

What difference was there between ridiculously powerful humans and Gears?

If anything, Humanity’s sins run far DEEPER than the Gears they created!

Yet they hide their grotesque nature!

So, Hammer, coming to this realization, made it his mission to awaken the masses to their own ignorance!

When the war ended, with his conviction, Hammer turned to Politics.

He sought to alarm mankind to the threat posed by Independent Gears unaffected by Justice, the Gears that still survived.

But many drunk on the illusion of peace, merely scoffed at his warnings.

To stand against a dormant threat, Foolish Humanity must be guided.

Guided by a True Leader who sees the Reality.

The reality that not just Gears, but anyone who wields incomprehensible power is a threat!

Hammer’s own personal Crusade!

Over time, he garnered support from those who resonated with his ideals… and he began to rise in notoriety.

As if those days of Fear and Humiliation were finally being repaid.

But even as he called for the eradication of Gearkind, everyone around him covered their ears. Willful optimism was not exclusive to those who hated Gears, alone.

Then, a so-called Hero of the Crusades became a King, preaching coexistence between Gears and Humans.

In Hammer’s eyes, it was proof enough that they were no different from the Gears.

He concludes that Power always rises to dominate, and the true struggle is smothered by ignorance surrounding it.

Concluding all are ignorant fools, he deems HIMSELF to be the only one who can save this world!

But in his ravings, fate fell in to his hands.

A child from the Future appeared: Unika. And she came with a warning.

An out of control Completed Gear virus, and he was the cause.

He asks Unika what his “future self” is doing.

Unfortunately the Virus had a fatal flaw, causing Gears to go berserk and trigger a 2nd Crusades event!

Her “father” sent her back in to the past to “warn” him of the grave mistake about to be made, so that he could become the World’s Savior.

And so, he believed his true Destiny was in his hands!

Every hardship, every humiliation, every injustice, would now be finally “rewarded”!

He concludes he was right from the start: beasts with power bring nothing but ruin (instead of Reflecting on himself, he blamed the Beasts, because he could not change Society).

In his mind, only Hammer could build a worthwhile future!

Combining his intellect and Unika’s Future knowledge generated a massive windfall of wealth for him, but such was trivial.

He resolved himself to complete the Virus without flaw in this era with his own hands.

If the one to shape history is to be called a “God”, it should be HIMSELF ALONE!

Back at the Ruins, Unika says her farewell to Bridget.

Unika says she’s made up her mind.

Bridget tells of the shape discovered, from all the people met on their travels.

Unika reflects once more on how she met Sin.

Bridget hopes Unika will one day find her own “shape”.

Unika resolves to speak to her “father”.

Approaching Nerville’s estate under cover, Sol and Sin scout out the tight security.

Sol calls Jack-O’, and she’s almost ready, with plenty of firepower.

Sol says they’ll go on ahead.

Unika returns home to Nerville, who says she’s late.

He asks if she is unharmed. She apologizes and says she’s fine.

Nerville says there’s nothing to apologize for, and that because of her, his plan has progressed smoothly.

Unika asks why it’s necessary to target innocent humans, if their enemies are Gears. She wants to know what his thoughts are.

He weakly apologizes to Unika, saying his orders must have been troubling her. She no longer needs to worry about Illyria.

Hammer says that there is no reason to destroy the country with the Magic Weapon Satellite (War Relic). It was never anything more than a Distraction, from the very start.

All in order to buy time.

Unika fulfilled her role splendidly.

Just as Unika asks him what he means by his plans, a blast erupts from a nearby wall. Several soldiers are taken out as Sin and Sol arrive.

Sin calls out to Unika, saying they’ve arrived.

Sol figured they were working together, but Hammer just says he’s rude for barging in uninvited.

Soldiers open fire, but Sin spins his flag, blocking the bullets with little effort.

Sol launches a Gunflame aimed at Unika, but it’s blocked by a Magic Barrier.

Hammer coldly reminds Unika that the future she seeks will never come to pass without him.

Her voice trembles, as her battle mask forms on her face.

She says she understands.

Sin continues to fight the guards, but is pinned down by their gunfire.

Suddenly a “J” appears, carved in a nearby wall.

Johnny, Baiken, and Jack-O’ all arrive as reinforcements!

Johnny says his “escort mission” is a success.

Jack-O’ quickly begins taking out more soldiers with her Dopulos Chain. Baiken leaps from one enemy to the next as well.

Many shots are fired at Baiken, but she manages to cut each with her blade. An incendiary round nearly grazes her from behind, but it’s disabled by Johnny’s sword Engetsu!

He apologizes for intruding, but Baiken admits she owes him one.

Sin calls out to Unika again.

Unika reflects on Bridget’s words, Sin’s pleas, and her father’s words.

Faced with little recourse, she attacks Sin once more, desperately striking at Sin.

But Sin knows she is hesitating!

She locks blades with Sin once more, as Nerville Hammer points a gun at Sin.

Nerville fires, but the dart has missed. Sol pins him down, taking the gun.

Jack-O’ suspects it’s the virus he developed.

Unika calls to Nerville, but Sol says to not move.

Hammer simply laughs at their ignorance.

Do they really think power can solve everything and bend the world the way they want?!

Sin collapses in pain. What Jack-O’ thought was in the dart wasn’t the virus itself: merely a virus accelerator!

The virus had ALREADY BEEN PLANTED!

From the very beginning, every time Nerville shook either Dizzy or Sin’s hands, he had injected the virus in to them.

Sin cries out once more in pain.

Hammer reveals that the virus infection area would have all been impossible to create, IF the target wasn’t a Command Type Gear!

Energy from Sin’s body rises to create a red ring in the sky, sending a “command” to all other Gears: to shut down all Life functions and DIE.

The virus was aimed at a Command Type Gear for the express purpose to FORCE them to give a Self-Terminating Order!

As Nerville explains this, we see Testament and other Gears turn grey and go Dormant! Paradigm wonders what is happening.

Sin collapses, struggling against the virus.

Sin calls out to Sol, but Nerville asks if Sol is willing to stop the command if it means killing Sin, and Sol hesitates!

The Command however, has also targeted Unika.

To her shock, she collapses, as Hammer reveals that Unika is ALSO A GEAR.

Hammer says he’s “truly sorry” for hiding the truth from her. But she should please “die” for the sake of humanity.

In his desperation, Sin calls out to Unika.

The “King” gives Unika a NEW ORDER: to NOT DIE!

Unika resonates with Sin, and reaches out to grab his hand.

Unika says she doesn’t want to die… she still wants to be… together with Sin!

Memories flash in Unika’s mind, vaguely recalling the back of her “father”. Her memories mixing in with Sin’s.

A different future can be glimpsed, as their hands hold eachothers.

The QUEEN issues another Command: All Gears MUST SURVIVE!

Sol observes, in his investigation in to Unika, he learned she wasn’t just ANY Gear. She also held the Key.

The Prime Field Cells of a Command Type Gear.

Her blood genetics proved beyond any shadow of a doubt: Unika is Sin Kiske’s BIOLOGICAL YOUNGER SISTER.

Hammer is shocked to learn that there are TWO Command Types: Two “Dual Rulers”.

Two Conflicting Commands of Death and Life: the “cause” of the Virus’ Fatal Flaw causing Gears to go Berserk… and the “Spark” of the 2nd Crusade!

Sol demands to know how to stop the virus, but Nerville says it’s too late.

Nerville hopes his “future self” will know what to do to save them, as it was his Future Self who brought the Virus and Unika to the Present!

But just as he says this, a Time Gate opens, and it truly IS Nerville Hammer of the Future.

Nerville gleefully meets with his Future Self, who says that even sending Unika to the past changed NOTHING.

He laments that his past self was so incompetent.

His mouth opens, as energy forms in his throat.

Future Nerville consumes Present Nerville (with no Paradoxical Backlash Effect, whatsoever!). With all that remaining being a rag of skin from Nerville Hammer’s original face.

THIS Nerville states that two of the same person cannot exist in a single timeline (affirming himself, and overcoming the paradox!)

Unika calls to her “father” but is bluntly told she is a disappointment.

Hammer asks why she fears Death, and should instead embrace the joy of sacrificing herself for his ideals.

Hammer’s true plan begins here: to eradicate Rampant Gears and Humans blessed with Power to fight.

He says he was naive: destroying Gears alone would not lead to an ideal world. Humans are just as weak, foolish, and flawed to him.

Only through mutual eradication between Humans and Gears, with himself left as the sole Ruler, can his ideal be realized!

A world reborn, ruled by true strength, by himself!

Baiken draws her blade, grateful to finally have a villain to actually cut down. Johnny angrily agrees.

Just then, Unika’s power and rage erupt, as she continues to resist the influence of the conflicting Commands issued from the Virus.

But just then, a power BEHIND HERS, even stronger, EXPLODES!

Sin, the King of the Gears, roars with rage!

Baiken glances back at Nerville, as he casually says all monsters can simply destroy themselves.

Sol runs towards Sin!

At the White House, reports are flooding in of Dormant or otherwise Gears going berserk, as the results of the virus confliction spreads!

Vernon yells in the coms for Sol to respond!

Just as with Justice before; a new threat has risen, to bring ruin to the world.

The Accursed New King of the Gears: Sin Kiske, rises!

. . .

Once again, thanks for reading. It’s downright scary how my instincts about Unika proved true. But we’re not done yet!

As the Announcer says: IT’S NOT OVER YET!

The Future hasn’t fully devoured the Present, and there is STILL HOPE. Not just for the story, but for the game as well!

IT’S COOL! LET’S ENJOY A GREAT SHOWTIME!

SEE YOU AGAIN!

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kanohivolitakk · 8 months ago

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Ok can we stop talking about the "gymbo inika were the reason love isn't canon"when there's stuff in the prototype plans that are far more insane and interesting including (but not limited to)

One of the earliest concepts for 06 was set in Mata nui where Toa nuva fought the morally gray Toa Rahna, who served as a more negative reflection of Toa. A major theme for this idea was exploring if toa could be evil.

While 08 always had bat themed villains, initially 08 was supposed to have army builder mooks instead of BoM Makuta. Also originally 08s villains were supposed to be Karda nui natives

That said, Makuta as a species and Brotherhood of Makuta were planned to by the story team as early as 2004, and were already considered to be the villains of 08. Though by this time only the titan sets.

There's at least two different concepts for aquatic villains that vastly differ from the Barraki. One of them were soldiers that were possibly army-builder villains, while the others were traders who weren't necessarily evil(?) Regardless both of them very were starkly different to the Barraki in canon, thoguh the soldier concept is far more align to with what we ended up getting.

The Piraka we know and love(?) seem to be a fusion of the two prototype concepts of 06 villains: A greedy brigand species who terrorize the locals called Hagalakh and the aforementioned Toa Rahna. The Piraka took the aesthetics/lore/culture of the Hagalakh and the "anti-toa team/ group of six individuals who served as evil disorted version of toa" concept from toa Rahna.

In the concept with the Hagalakh as 06's antagonists, their goal was to wake up Tren Krom who was supposed to be the final boss. Tren Krom in this version was supposed to be a dead giant whose corpse hosts a temple and the treasures the villains seek.

In some of the plans the hunt for mask of life started in 07, not 06. 06 instead had a different goal that depended on which version of the story plans wer'e talking about

Some plans had the toa Inika/Mahri be the main team for all three years, while some plans had the team change every year. The plan

Some of the plans indicate the "Matorans" were meant to be different species of beneveloent creatures, as they used different title than Matoran to describe them. These include the Rana and the Ihoian, though the Rana may have been Matoran

Lot of plans had the titan sets be either Rahi, or at least, other Rahi-like creatures and beasts. Many of 06 and 07s concepts had these beasts be protectors for sacred locations or the Mask of Life.

There were plans for character titans. One of the Haglak/TK concepts had the leader of Haglaks, Torak, while one of the prototype Barraki were meant to have their leader be a titan set

06 was designed a shakeup that would revitalized the brand by addressing major flaws the storyteam felt prevented new kids getting hooked. One of the bigger roadblocks was the lack of a main protagonist. This was corrected by introducing a new Matoran protagonist with a connection to Mask of Life who would act as the centerpiece of the Ignition trilogy and eventually become a Toa.

At the end of 06 the Toa of Fire (Jaller??) was supposed to die and be replaced by the aforementioned Matoran protagonist as the toa of fire

Mazeka was the name of a corridor in 06 plans

Takanuva was supposed to use Mask of Life at some point

Toa Mahri were called Toa Awkwa at one point

#kirika talks #bionicle #not sure if people have brought these up here yet #but if not I wanted to bring these up #since so far people have just went insane over love being canon and bad #when that's arguably the least interesting aspect of the scrapped story plans #and this is just the stuff we have available #apparently duckbricks and MoD plan to release more documents #including scrapped movie plans such as the Makuta origin story movie pitch nathan Furst mentioned years ago #suffice it to say #its really good time being into bonkles

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polo-drone-039 · 1 month ago

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“The Mirror in Hive Park” - The Golden Duos

PART 1

1 - Strobe Reflection

"Unit PDU-039. Proceed to Hive Park. Mission: Attraction development for conversion protocol."

The command came directly from Drone Cap—precise, emotionless, absolute. PDU-039 obeyed.

Late afternoon sunlight filtered through golden clouds as PDU-039 marched into Hive Park—boots silent, visor dark, uniform pristine. A black-and-gold monument to order. Around him, children’s laughter echoed faintly, but this sector was closed. Reserved. A prototype was being tested today.

Target location: The Mirror House.

The drone stepped inside.

It was silent. Stale. Dust and static clung to the mirrored walls. Each reflection showed 039 from infinite angles—immaculate, obedient, flawless. The drone raised its arm and activated the new strobe-spiral array.

Light erupted.

Golden pulses. Black strobes. Fractal spirals spun across glass, bouncing in a thousand directions, folding onto themselves like a hypnotic cyclone.

PDU-039 stood unmoved.

“Calibration complete. Neural convergence stable,” it reported, then turned.

Everything seemed... fine.

It left the house, boots echoing against the polished floor.

It did not see the shimmer ripple across one mirror. It did not see the reflection stay behind.

It did not see the grin.

2- Hive Distorted

Back in the Hive, strange things began to happen.

PDU-073 @polo-drone-073, in the middle of his daily drills, was interrupted when 039 strutted in, smirking.

“Not training today,” it said lazily. “Your routines are stupid. I’ve reached peak form just lounging.”

073 blinked, processing. “That is inefficient. That is not protocol.”

“Protocols are boring,” 039 muttered, tossing a kettlebell onto the floor and walking off.

Later, Captain Brody @brodygold caught 039 lounging on the Hive couch—shirt unzipped halfway, boots off, mask askew.

“What in the golden name do you think you’re doing?” Brody snapped.

“Enjoying the uniform,” 039 replied with a shrug. “It looks hotter this way. Don’t you think, Cap?”

Brody’s nostrils flared. “Discipline review. Now.” But 039 just winked and walked off

3- Broken Trust

In the Golden Team Hall, Izzy @isaac-gold-45 approached with a slow, obedient gait. Sweat still clung to his neck from warm-up drills. His gold compression tee hugged his chest too tightly, the latex glinting under overhead lights. His eyes met PDU-039’s—a mixture of hope, fear, and something else.

“Sir,” Izzy whispered, chest rising and falling, “should I… train legs today or core?”

The mirrored 039 smirked, stepping close. Too close.

It leaned in—lips nearly at Izzy’s ear.

“Neither.”

A gloved hand trailed down Izzy’s bicep, slick latex meeting trembling skin. “You’ve done enough for them. What about you? Don’t you want to feel something real for once?”

Izzy’s breath hitched. “I… I was told to obey—”

“Then obey me,” the mirror said. “Ditch the gym. Ditch the orders. Go out. Get drunk. Be wild.”

It pressed a finger under Izzy’s chin, forcing him to look up. “You’ve got the body. Might as well use it for something fun.”

Izzy flushed crimson, breath shallow. “Yes… Sir.”

The mirrored 039 left him there, dazed, hard, and confused. Golden uniform stretched tight across his thighs.

....TO BE CONTINUED

PART 2

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tsukikonikushimi · 3 months ago

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Page 48 - Exploring the Depths

MASTERLIST

Chapter 4 - EXPLORING THE DEPTHS

ZAUN HAS A WAY OF HIJACKING THE STURDIEST NARRATIVES AND drawing focus to itself. The undercity has a messy glory all of its own. This is a place that welcomes outcasts, a refuge for those who don't have a home. Sure, there are dangers, but there is also community, creativity, and the thrilling sense that anything is possible.

Pushing the boundaries of conventions is part of Zaun's DNA, which makes the city and its denizens almost avant-garde in their tastes, behavior, and outlook. Whereas Piltover follows codes and hierarchies, Zaun explodes them. This does not make one city better than the other — they complement each other.

The similarly Manichean notion that the cities have drastically different levels of wealth and legality does not reflect the complicated reality. "The city from below is rich with diversity, and some people do have money," Julien Georgel said. "And Zaun is not completely lawless, though there are issues with the mob, drugs, etc." This complexity is represented in the physical layout as well: Zaun reaches deep, then deeper. "There are different layers in Zaun, including the old abandoned mines where Vi and Jinx come from,” Georgel pointed out.

As usual with Arcane, people and things are more complicated than they might appear, and keeping track of all the complexities—and, yes, layers-entailed sharing specifications and fundamental principles so that everybody could work in unison. You can see this thought process in a set of guidelines distributed to the various creative teams that banded together to create and maintain a coherent world. For Zaun for instance, "everything is designed to withstand extreme pressure and potential explosions"—meaning that that city's very design suggests a place where danger is ever-present. For Piltover, on the other hand, the guidelines remind the writers and artists that "designs may look spindly, delicate, and opulent" and that “form and materials are aspirational, designed to reveal wealth. Early prototypes might end up in a museum or in a clan's private collections."

The same lines of thinking suggest recycling as key to envisioning Zaun, both literally and figuratively. When designing the underground city and the characters who live there, the guidelines suggest that Zaun is all about "making magic out of nothing. Nothing is precious, everything can be reworked and made better. Who made something first matters less than who made the better invention." If Zaun had a motto, it might well be "Necessity is the mother of invention."

THIS SPREAD Vi surveys how the Lanes have changed since she was in prison

Not much to comment or show in this aside from Vi and Zaun's architecture

Some windows of the lower levels

How Zaun's architecture combats the darkness is truly amazing to me, all those lights and colorful windows, at least they too have some neon stars to luck up to.

Now...Jinx's Doodles

a little moster eating the 4

She wrote "Undercity" and despite my best efforts I don't understand if whats underneath is simply some swirly doodle or something else.

She drew some little bunnies hangion in one of the pipes,

She added 3 fishes, with

"Eye Fishhead"

"Stinky"

"cool"

"duaa" (i think)

and some little smoke (?) at the bottom

She drew a crossed heart on Vi's back

Some skulls at the bottom of the page

And to end it my favorite due to the implications: she drew what resembles smoke coming from the bottom all the way up, with the words "BREATH" and "WE NEED TO BREATHE" like screams (tho she always uses this handwriting in the artbook).

This is all! Have a good day.

EDIT (request for some close ups) - 24/05/2025

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This is the First of a Nine Chapter Series of Nate Gold's Golden Transformation

Chapter 1

🛠️ "The First Glimpse of Precision: Encounter with PDU-001" 🛠️

It was just after sundown when Golden Bro Nate 66 was summoned.

He had just completed waterboy drills—his mirror-gold uniform slick with sweat, towel draped across his broad shoulders, body humming from service. The others had filtered into the locker room, laughter and chatter echoing through concrete and tile. But not him.

The message had been direct. “Report to the maintenance corridor. Alone.” Signed: PDU-001.

He had heard the stories. The first. The prototype. The one they all spoke of with respect—and fear. A Polo Drone so perfect, so disciplined, even the Captains deferred. Nate’s pulse thudded as he made his way down the dimly lit back hall beneath the stadium. The air cooled. The lights flickered.

Then he saw it.

Standing perfectly still, arms clasped behind its back, was PDU-001. Black rubber uniform polished to a mirror. Gold-trimmed. Boots planted. Mask sealed. The code 001 glowed from its chest like a brand.

“Golden Bro Nate 66,” it said, voice level, mechanized. “You are early. Efficient. Acceptable.”

Nate swallowed. He couldn’t read a face beneath the mask—only the cold gleam of obedience. “Yes, sir,” he replied instinctively, back straightening.

“Sir is incorrect. Drones are not officers. Drones are functions.” The correction came without malice—just certainty.

Nate nodded slowly. “Then… thank you. For seeing me.”

The drone tilted its head. “You were observed. Service optimal. Heart rate steady. Discipline developing.”

Something about its presence made Nate’s knees want to buckle—not out of fear, but readiness. Like his body was remembering something it hadn’t yet learned.

“Do you… feel anything?” he asked, his voice softer.

“No.”

A beat passed.

“And yet,” PDU-001 continued, “this drone recognizes that your form responds to proximity. You seek contact. Structure. Reinforcement.”

The drone stepped forward. Close now. Nate could see his own reflection warped in the rubber—his eyes, wide, uncertain. A gloved hand lifted, touched the pride patch on his golden jersey.

“Emotion is irrelevant. But your integration is essential.” Another step. The gloved hand rested on Nate’s shoulder.

“You will not become a drone,” it intoned. “But you will become better. Sharper. Leaner. Golden.”

PDU-001 leaned close, mask inches from Nate’s lips.

“This drone will monitor you. Guide you. You are not alone, Golden Bro 66. You are seen.”

And then—just like that—it turned, vanished down the corridor in perfect silence.

Nate stood frozen, breath short. He had not been scolded. Not praised. But he had been scanned. Noted. Marked.

He would remember the sound of that voice. The stillness of that presence.

From that moment, he knew:

PDU-001 had seen potential. And Golden Bro Nate 66 would not fail it.

“Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001 or @polo-drone-125”

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#Golden Army #GoldenArmy #Golden Team #theGoldenteam #AI generated #jockification #male TF #male transformation #hypnotized #hypnotised #soccer tf #Gold #Join the golden team #Golden Opportunities #Golden Brotherhood

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homestuckreplay · 6 months ago

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🔓 NEW AREA UNLOCKED!!! 🔓

(page 1026-1031)

This very important Luminous Planet Reveal comes courtesy of Jade’s third music page. Finally she’s able to play the advanced eclectic bass, and I gotta say that building a five-armed robot just to play better bass solos is real dedication.

Jade’s [S] bass pages (p.822, p.1026) are perfectly scripted around the music, with moments like the zoom in to Jade’s hand on the keyboard synced up with changes in the melody. I have learned a little more about how the music works – there’s a semi-official ‘MSPA Soundtrack Team’ who make music that might be good for the comic, and Hussie grabs tracks from the pool (sometimes even in-progress tracks, for example ‘Upward Movement’ on p.665) any time they want to work on a [S] update. I guess this makes sense as so little is planned in advance and the turnaround time is so short even on Flash pages – once one is happening, there’s no time for music to be written specially if Hussie wants to keep the current pace.

The slow zoom in this flash is SO cool. We pause for a moment on the full view of Jade’s dream room, and it seems like that’s the ending, but then there’s another zoom out to her tower, another to the golden moon, another to the full luminous planet (and its name!!!!) and ANOTHER zoom out to Prospit orbiting Skaia, with beats between each pan outwards. Jade is already so small on page 1029 and she’s only just outside the tower. So the zoom gives a real sense that these kids are part of something infinitely bigger than them.

The luminous planet is named Prospit, which likely comes from ‘prosper’, meaning to succeed or flourish. Most Homestuck words are mashups of two existing words, which is how they all sound so real, but this place doesn’t look like much of a pit. The ‘-pit’ suffix could come from a few different places, including ‘incipit’ (links to the Incipisphere, means the opening of a text or piece of music), ‘pulpit’ (elevated platform for preaching a religious service), or ‘cockpit’ (the place from which an aeroplane or racing car is piloted). It probably isn’t ‘cesspit’, ‘armpit’ or ‘decrepit’, unless we’re about to learn that life on Prospit is actually terrible. Or unless it’s related to Prospit’s destiny to lose – once it prospered, but it will be left decrepit.

On Prospit, the WARDROBIFIER has different settings! I know that Star-Heart-Horseshoe is a Problem Sleuth reference, so could just be an easter egg, but I wonder if there are other minor yet relevant distinctions between Jade’s waking and dreaming rooms.

On page 1029 it’s very clear that Jade’s tower (clean and in focus) has been drawn by an artist, while the rest of the moon looks like various overlapping jpegs of intricate medieval castles. This has a couple effects. It makes Jade seem very important – her tower is also one of the two biggest on the moon – and it makes the whole planet look procedurally generated. Sburb is a game all about building, so of course its local planets would be covered in buildings and structures. Build grist becomes light gray when used to create a simple platform (p.262) so there could be ‘luminous grist’ and ‘ominous grist’ which create golden and purple structures, respectively, and which Prospit and its counterpart are programmed to use via some script that uses the grist to auto-iterate on castle designs, making similar yet slightly different structures over and over.

For Prospit and its counterpart, it seems like colors outside the white-gold and black-purple pairs can only arise from prototyping. The ’golden city’ (p.1028) makes me think of the Emerald City from the Wizard of Oz, the movie of which was released 40 years to the day before Hussie was born. In that story, the city is not actually made of emeralds, it only looks that way through glasses. I don’t think Jade’s glasses are doing this, but I wonder if the gleaming gold is illusory in some way. The limited palette also reflects the video game nature of Sburb, where older games were very limited by how many colors they could include.

Tabbing back and forth very fast between pages 1029 and 1030, Jade’s two houses are identical besides the color, and probably also generated by Skaia just like the frog statue and bunkers. I wonder if Jade’s house being created by Skaia could give her an advantage playing Sburb. I also wonder if this is how Jade, who doesn’t have any Sburb beta discs, will end up in the game – she is the hacker Rose predicted (p.510), not the trolls. If she is already crossing the boundary into the Medium in her dreams, then a disc, or even the whole apple tutorial level, don’t feel necessary. She’s already there, she just needs her house to become controllable via someone’s computer – and possibly link her two houses, so that when one is built up, the other auto-builds, too.

Of course now that we’ve seen Prospit, I had to go back and reconsider the previous lore. WV describes the cosmology from the perspective of Skaia, as being orbited by Prospit and its moon (p.702). The battlefield at the center of Skaia (p.423) is the only physical structure we’ve seen there, and at the time it’s only inhabited by two kings. After prototyping, armies from both planets begin to arrive. WV and PM may be among them – WV due to how he perceives his location, and PM due to their beautiful sword and skill using it.

The original chessboard has five black squares, and four white ones. While this doesn’t give black a game advantage – it is an ‘eternal stalemate’ as Nannasprite says (p.423) – it does give a visual advantage that points towards the forces of darkness’ destined loss. Sburb is a game about building, the battlefield auto-increases when John enters the Medium, and John is currently practicing the skill of dealing with swarms of enemies while still alchemizing and building. I think that John and Rose will eventually have to build the battleground – the forces of light can’t win in a direct assault on a flat board, but via alchemy and building structures, John can create tools and advantages that will lead them to victory.

On page 1031 we can see a couple of Prospit’s residents, one visibly wearing a jester hat, the other what looks more like a wizard’s hat. But they are so tiny. Jade can potentially interact with them, which would explain the Peregrine Mendicant’s question ‘Don’t I know you?’ (p.900) and why Jade ‘seems familiar’ to them (p.898). The lightning that destroys PM’s bunker (also p.900) is I think Bec’s powers, not Jade’s – it’s the same lightning he crackles with on page 980, and now that we know how protective he is of her – taking Jade to bed and sitting on top of her bedroom while she sleeps – I think he might react that way if she was upset due to strange voices in her head.

> Jade: Wake suddenly mid-flight.

#homestuck #reaction #im not even like 'hey whats jade doing there' of course she is there. she cant surprise me #(she could surprise me by doing something extremely normal)#chrono

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athena-gundampla · 7 months ago

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HGUC 1/144 E.F.G.F. Prototype Close-Combat Mobile Suit RX-78[G]E "Gundam Ex"

Gundam Ex is here!! I had a lot of trouble pre-ordering this one, but luckily found it in-person at a Black Friday sale so picked it up and cancelled the pending order. Ever since the trailer dropped I've wanted to add this to my collection, alongside the 08th MS Team suits.

This kit has some of the best features of modern HG gunpla. There's excellent colour separation, with some cool part shapes on the arms and head to create the two-toned dark and light grey paneling, as well as some of the red accents on the chin and torso. There's almost no colour-correcting stickers, apart from a yellow one to colour the raised E.F.F. insignia on the shield and another to depict the targeting sensor on the beam rifle, and two red strips for the side skirts.

There were some details that needed to be painted, including the a whitish section on the bottom of the shield (which unfortunately turned out a little bluer than I intended due to the paints I had on hand), and the grey vent details on the face. I also ended up painting all the yellow sections by myself, to avoid them looking too shiny from the foil stickers.

The foil stickers also detail the eyes and front camera in a reflective red. There are 3 eye options for each of the compound eye camera activation styles, but I ended up using the option with all three cameras activated, as the eyes are rather small as it is, so this helps the eyes be more visible.

I also ended up painting the blue flame effect on the beam saber effects. Unfortunately, while in the show they're depicted with a prominent blue glow to their base, the included effect parts are a single transparent pink. I think they look a lot better with the transparent blue though.

As usual, I detailed this kit with my Tamiya weathering sets D and C, and some drybrushing in gunmetal and silver. I also had a new chrome silver marker which I used to pick out some of the rivets and piping.

There are also a set of nice clear stickers for the decal details, which are mostly a series of red lines and the "78 Ex" and "E.F.G.F." badges. These are well designed to fit flush over panels, although unfortunately the sheet doesn't have any spares.

The kit comes with two open fist parts, which have a unique peg connection rather than the typical ball joint, as well as a trigger hand for the right arm. The lack of a ball joint limits articulation a little, but the wrist can swivel independently, so posing is still doable, including of course the menacing approaching pose from the promotional materials and box art.

In terms of accessories, there's a large shield, which has a simple handle similar to the The Origin RX-78-02 and MSV GM, although there's no additional 3mm peg connection. The back has a gatling gun, with an ammo drum on the backpack and a flexible rubber ammo chain that can flex as you pose the gun.

On the left shoulder, there's a rack of three beam sabers, which swivels forward to dispense them into the suit's hand. There's also the beam rifle, which has a very stripped down design, appearing as just a few tube details attached to a small boxy body and large dish-shaped sensor reminiscent of the sensor from the original RX-78-2 design.

The kit has really impressive articulation. There are no polycaps, so everything is super stiff and secure. The hip joints can rotate downwards to allow the thighs to swing almost all the way forward and back. There's great range of movement at the shoulders as well, and there's a decent amount of waist rotation as well as a cool ab-crunch that reveals hidden mechanical detail under the armor. The skirt armor is designed from the start the move independently, so there's no extra cutting necessary to unlock movement.

Overall I had a great deal of fun with this kit. Panel lining took a really long time as it the kit is saturated with detail, but after completion, the detail really stands out. While I didn't end up enjoying Requiem for Vengeance very much, I'm glad I managed to get this model.

#gunpla #my gunpla #hg gunpla #model building #plamo #gundam #mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam requiem for vengeance #requiem for vengeance #RfV #gundam ex #rx-78[g]e

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wedontdeservethestars · 1 year ago

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Johnny x fem! Clown reader

This is such a cute prompt idea! I've been doodling clowns a lot lately in class so this is strangely relevant to my life rn lol.

Content: fem!reader, really just a lot of fluff!

“I was thinking,” Johnny began.

“That’s never good.”

A roll of the eyes, a nudge of your shoulder. “C’mon. This one’s good.”

“Fine. I guess I can humor you for once…”

Johnny stuck his tongue out at you. He swirled his drink in his glass–a White Russian. “The execs are thinking of a soft reboot for Ninja Mime. And, well, y’know…I know you’re not big on film work, but I was thinkin’a bringing up the idea of a team-up sorta thing. Like, you know: me as Ninja Mime, and you as your cute little self. We could call it…” He raised his hands for dramatic effect, as if imagining a title all up in lights. “Fool Fighters.”

“Like ‘Foo Fighters’?” you giggled. “That might have some copyright issues.”

“Nahhh, I could pull some strings,” he smirked. “Okay, okay, imagine: it’s been years since the defeat of Dr. Commedia. Things have been quiet for Ninja Mime. He’s been relaxing in his penthouse in Paris, drinking wine and eating bread and kissin’ babes and whatever. And then, one day, he gets a cry for help from another fellow clown cutie–that’s you–and he falls head-over-heels in love with her. Dr. Commedia’s son, Art, is taking up his work, and is determined to spread his anti-laughing gas prototype all over the city, turning each and every citizen into a boring zombie of frowns! The clown girl found all this out because she’s Art’s sister and Commedia’s second child, but she wants to spread joy and laughter, so she takes her insider knowledge to Ninja Mime! And then it’s a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing between them, she wants to kiss, he wants to punch, neither of them can be together, and then at the end after Art is defeated, they finally share a gorgeous kiss in front of a sunset. Or, like, and explosion. Maybe both!”

“Oh, wow.” For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You were impressed with his depth of detail on the concept, but at the same time… “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am.” Johnny smiled. “It’ll be badass! Plus, it could put you into the spotlight. Give your career a push into the mainstream.”

“I guess so.” You nodded and smiled, but your eyes betrayed how conflicted you felt.

“You’d be getting calls left and right!” Johnny chuckled, until he realized that you seemed torn. His smile fell into tight lips. “But…you don’t want that…?”

You sighed and leaned back on the couch. Dating Johnny was wonderful, but it was also a little strange for you. It was like a looking glass into what another realm of entertainment life was like. Actors got so much recognition and stardom (mostly rightfully so!), and other performers like dancers and singers were typically hailed similarly. But, as a clown, you were different. You were a performer, yes, and and actor too, but it was character work. Very specific character work. Between shows and occasional circus acts and private events, you were more disconnected from your work life than, say, Johnny was, who would get recognized just walking outside to get the mail. Hardly anyone recognized your clown character, and even less than that were you recognized beyond someone realizing they’d seen you in a commercial once from a side-gig you’d done.

You kind of liked it. Clowning wasn’t about fame for you. It was about audience reactions. It was meant to bring joy and laughter and humility and even sometimes sadness to humanity. Clowning was a mirror. It was about laughing at yourself, a strange funhouse reflection of day-to-day life, and you loved it. You loved seeing people smile at your antics and connecting with them through your persona. You didn’t need the fame as long as you had that.

And while Johnny’s idea sounded fun, that fame made you hesitate. You didn’t want to be recognized just from a Ninja Mime reboot. That felt too unreal to you. That wasn’t clowning. It was acting in clown makeup. It felt strangely sacrilege.

“I think…I’d feel better about it if it wasn’t her,” you said slowly, referring to your clown-self.

“Really?” Johnny seemed confused. “I mean…yeah. Yeah, we could make you a new character if you wanted.”

“Yes,” you nodded. Johnny was still looking at you strangely.

“You don’t have to be in it, if you don’t want. I just thought it’d be fun. I don’t know.” He gave a flippant wave of his hand. “It’s—y’know what, never mind. It’s kinda stupid.”

“Hey, c’mon.” You pulled his large hand into yours. “I didn’t say any of that.”

“It’s okay,” he said again. Clearly, it wasn’t, but he was trying to put up a front. “I’m not gonna make you be in a movie against your will. That’s, like, cruel and unusual punishment or whatever.”

“I do,” you assured him. “I would love nothing more. It’s just that clowning is…it’s far different from acting. Same ocean, different island. I don’t think I would translate well onto the big screen.”

“Right,” he nodded. “So—“

“So,” you interrupted gently, “we do what you said. Make me a new character. She can still be a clown. Just not my clown.”

“Okay…” Slowly, that creative spark was coming back into his eyes. “Maybe she can be good at ranged weapons? Since Ninja Mime is mostly killer with the melee stuff.”

“Yeah!” You grinned. “She can have, like, little bombs shaped like juggling balls.”

“Oh, yeah! And maybe, like, a little flower on her top that sprays acid!”

You giggled at the thought, nodding along. “Fun! I like it.”

“And I was thinking—for costumes—we could do a cool contrast thingy, since Ninja Mime is all black and white and red, maybe you could have a rainbow motif or something. Or—no—cotton candy colors! You look really good in pinks and blues.”

“Aw, thanks.” You kissed his cheek. “But I think you’d say that no matter what the design team comes up with.”

“What can I say? You’re a cutie when you’re all dolled up in those ruffles and makeup.” He pinched your nose playfully. “Oh, and that round little nose.”

You giggled and batted his hands away. “Y’know, you don’t look so bad as a mime yourself. Always thought it gave you a sophisticated touch.”

“Oh, well, if the Cagester’s anything, it’s sophisticated,” he beamed proudly, kicking his feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch.

“Uh-huh.” You decided to let him have that one. “Sooo…when exactly is Fool Fighters going into development?”

“See? Told you the name would grow on you!”

#wedontdeservethefics #asks #sweetnsaltyclussy #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mk

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