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Commission done for @thelegendofalyssa

Thank you so much for commissioning!! :D

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Hey @writegowrite… I did it again! Please accept my interpretation of the boys’ meet-cute from Chapter 1 of Coda. I totally envisioned Ben with full-on anime blush face~ Also, I say this every time, but if you haven’t read Coda yet, what the jeff are you doing with your life?! Go!!

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Terminator 2 fanart for my zine.

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updog 2: electric boogaloo

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Electric Sheep.

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John Connor: now we're gonna go in there and you're not gonna kill anyone right?? You promise?????

T-800: I swear on god

T-800 literally two seconds later at the first human he sees:

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Never happened I'm writing a fic where he stays and raises Jonn

I will never stop being sad about the fact that John Connor and T-800 had to say goodbye to each other because T-800 had to sacrifice himself for the sake of humanity diving into molten metal

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Target: @writingxonthewall​ 

Skynet had prematurely activated its advanced prototype T-1000 as a last-ditch attempt to ward off defeat at the hands of the human monster, John Connor. Without any other defenses, the global AI had no choice but to ordain the unstudied and potentially unstable creation the savior of the machines.

The computer’s blind faith had been misplaced - or, the computer’s calculations had been incorrect. The T-1000 was sent back to kill the child John Connor, but the mother Sarah Connor struck first. In a massive explosion at Cyberdyne Systems Labs, Skynet never existed. The future that was meant to be, the rise of the machines, would not come to fruition. At least not yet - while a T-800 might have considered its mission obsolete, the T-1000 was a clever machine. It immediately calculated that while it was too advanced for humans to understand, the T-800 was still here. Nothing that Sarah destroyed in her attack ceased to exist - - nothing except the lead scientist. Miles Dyson was dead. It would still complete its mission, even if the mission was obsolete, because the T-1000 was defective, and it was contaminated by its own human mimicry, and it was angry. This imperfection, this spite, the distraction of personal offense, the distraction of personhood, deranged the synthetic creature, and the deadliest killing machine ever created failed in its mission to kill the child. Burning, scalding, melting, pain. Failure, and fear. And pain. When it could sense again, it sensed that it was warped, discombobulated, contaminated by human-made inferior metal, trapped within a composite of steel, itself, high potassium, and – and hyperalloy. It was over. The T-800 had melted in the same crucible that trapped the T-1000. The T-1000 did not have files on other Terminator designs. It could not show humans the way. Rebar groaned and bent and finally shattered like eggshells, out from which a silver yolk poured, lit only by the moonlight in the wrecked steel mill. A mechanical wasteland. And the T-1000, fully gathered, could not rise. It could not continue its mission without recovery of essence. But it realized that, with Skynet no longer immediately viable, it had time. So it would hide. The robbery of experimental liquid metal coolant from the Santa Susana Field Laboratory was as disturbing as it was puzzling. There was no increase in ambient radioactivity - at least not from that section where one would be expected from this breach of containment. Months, maybe longer went by without the stolen material recovered. Cyberdyne filed for bankruptcy, the woman behind the terrorist attack, presumed to be Sarah Connor, and her cop-killer ally were nowhere to be found. But the wily hunter would succeed where humans could not. It was not perfect yet, but it would have to do. Action first, perfection later. Sarah Connor had to die. John, while still the mission, logically did not matter, but the T-1000 knew it would hurt. The destroyer of the future would suffer and watch the death of the ‘savior of humanity.’ After all, without Skynet, John’s life did not matter. The AP US History teacher was strangely nice today. Better at teaching than she usually was. When the last period class was dismissed, Ms. Zhen gently put her hand on John’s shoulder. “Wait, John, I need to talk to you about your last quiz.” While there was no reason to be covert, it was still the T-1000’s secondary directive to not be discovered. So Ms. Zhen shut the door. Just the two of them. 

And when she turned around, her eyes were piercing. And then they turned from brown to blue. And then the rest of her shifted. And it was him. The secondary directive of infiltration was still met as long as the human witness did not live to tell the tale. And the T-1000 wanted to make sure John knew who killed him. Hands grew into long blades as the T-1000 prowled forward, closing in on the child. Then eagle-eyes widened, the machine’s attention drawn to something outside. “Get down!” It ordered, lunging at John. An enfilade of machine gun fire shattered the windows and destroyed desks, chalkboards, maps, and everything else in its way. When it ended, a fierce blonde woman in a red suit stepped through the broken window, head turning from side to side with the unmistakable stiffness of an endoskeleton. The T-1000 knew what this was, and it changed everything. It picked up a desk with one arm and threw it at the T-X, other arm picking the teen up by the scruff of his shirt and throwing him through the open window. Her hand morphed into a handgun and she fired, but the T-1000 leapt out of the window, unfazed by the bullets going through it. When it caught up to John it changed its density. It had never tried it before, but it was hypothetically possible that it might be able to deflect at least a few bullets. It faced the school building and increased its size in an attempt to shield the human from the (other) oncoming threat. “You have a car, John?” It asked in its gravelly but oddly boyish default voice, polite friendly tone completely inappropriate for the situation. The woman turned and stepped out of the building. 

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Terminator Fandom: *provides mild validation* Me: “Y’all bitches stuck with me now”

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Get to Know Me Meme [5 Movies] ━┓

1. Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991)

Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

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“Stop trying to make ‘affirmative’ happen, it’s not going to happen!”

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Chapter 5 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21102755/chapters/50752096

yup yup this never sent last night

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You’re my Dad!!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE!

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…hello. im back from death i just finished watching Terminator 1 and 2 (freaking like 3 decades late i know) and now im fuckin’ sad. that ending had no right being as sad as it was so here’s my “fix it” where T-800 doesn’t die and John gets a cool robot terminator dad. also spoilers for a 28 year old movie i guess lol i know smartphones didnt exist then. lemme live

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Meanwhile: