#[ lucy; coding and programming ]

[eggwhiteswithspinach]

To achieve this, I extended my existing Python skills to learn how to a) build a database of existing published pieces, b) randomize and share these database pieces so that all pieces ever published in TBIN get promoted over time. Many publications will tweet out their writers’ pieces once, which is great. I wanted some longevity in how pieces are being promoted, not just in the initial moments after being published.

#writing

[forestgromlin]

intro post!!

DON’T SEND ME ASKS ASKING FOR MONEY OR HELP. I CAN’T HELP YOU, I’M A MINOR. PLEASE STOP. I WILL BLOCK YOU.

Basic Stuff

call me: bee (like this lil guy -> 🐝)

minor (nothing weird please)

pronouns: she/her mainly, they/them is good too

sexuality: aegorose

special interest: hermitcraft + life series current hyperfixation: hungry hermits!! (tango’s game in hc10)

art is under #bee doodles blog where i reblog stuff: @forestgromlinreblogs

Other Stuff

(may have been a hyperfixation in the past or is a general thing that just hangs around)

singing (i’m a soprano, and am in choir and musical theater, my range is around A3-G5 on a good day)

piano (i just started learning again, i used to take lessons when i was in like. 3rd grade?? maybe??? idk)

fanfic (i only read it, i don’t write it)

i like coming up with ideas for books and editing, but not writing the actual story lmao

i think programming/coding is very cool, i have done some very very beginner stuff before (if anyone has heard of perchance.org, i made a warrior cats things that has like 10k views or smt at this point 😭 it’s really bad, the code is so messy)

i would like to possibly go into game development in the future bc it combines a lot of stuff that is very interesting to me, but i currently don’t even have a computer i could use, so uh.. yeah

hermitcraft

life series

language/languages (grammar, linguistics, etymology, learning new languages, etc.)

art (i draw on procreate)

marauders (harry potter)

harry potter (i do NOT support JKR)

kotlc

the owl house (this my FAVORITE SHOW i love it SO MUCH ASGDHFHFJFHFUUFGUUVHFJF)

she-ra and the princesses of power

bluey

pjo, hoo, toa, mcga, etc.

good omens (i’ve read the book and watched the show, but i’m specifically referring to the show)

hamilton

newsies (the musical. specifically the pro-shot on disney+. also my mucial theater class performed newsies and i got to play davey so that was awesome)

lotr

rings of power (i’ve only watched season 1)

six: the musical

i used to play violin for like 2 years

music:

maisie peters

noah kahan

chappell roan

laufey

conan gray

boygenius

phoebe bridgers

clairo (specifically the album Charm)

plus many more!

im one of the people that saw tumblr stuff on pinterest before joining tumblr

im very friendly online and would be happy to chat!! feel free to tag me in whatever

tag system

#bee’s thoughts - random original stuff, ramblings, thoughts, questions, etc

#bee doodles - sometimes i get the motivation to art, you can find it all under this tag :D

#bee watches stuff - i’m making my way through a giant list of hermitcraft and life series series, updates will be under this tag :]

#bee’s song of the day - i’m gonna try to do a song of the day everyday!! feel free to remind me if i haven’t posted one lol (i almost never do)

#bee does texting - screenshots of texts i or my friends sent

#bee’s ultimate quiz - i made a really hard quiz about myself and had y’all take it to see how much you know about me :] maybe someday i’ll hold it again for new moots or make a new one? lmk if you’re interested (if so, google forms or kahoot or both?)

tags for moots

(so if you want to see all of my interactions with a certain person, just filter by their tag!)

(lmk if you dont wanna be here, or if you’re my moot but you’re not on here! i’m really bad at staying on top of stuff like this lmao, trust me, i encourage you to tell me)

#my beau-dee-ful wife <3 - @twinklefwinkle <- at the top bc she is my fiancée <333 i love her sm (her name is dee she is amazing)

the rest are in alphabetical order by tag! #andie! - @ladyloss-blog

#bug!! - @musical-dash-trash

#duck! - @duckieselz

#erin! - @kitab00m101

#freya - @freyapoststhings

#indi - @indecisiveness-incarnate

#jas! - @yams-and-toast

#laceyy - @theodditylacey

#lee! - @whimsical-laboratory-tragedy

#lucy! - @chickencentaur

#nyx - @nyxs-blank-canvas

#patch! - @toooster

#quinn! - @quintessentially1

#rin! - @rins-batcave

#rye bread!! - @kutie106

#sara - @snipemeout

#sam! - @imwaitingin-the-sky

#spinny bois / #stiles / likely more to come - @spinny-bois

#toast! - @ghost-y-toast-y

#vie! - @thelovelyvie

also @ all of my moots, i love y’all!!

[apollabarnes]

tommy kinard has had a lot of jobs in his life. army, firefighter, pilot, and then eight years ago he started working full time as a rewardist. are you looking for someone? for something? tommy can help. he likes the solitary life this new job allows him; travelling from town to town and living in an airstream.

his best friend chim and his wife maddie are tommy's support team. they find jobs, do research on the cases, liaise with contacts in town, and occasionally call the cops for tommy. the first time he needed a hand with some legal issues, maddie said she had it covered.

maddie's brother evan is — also part of the team. a lawyer who spent a few years travelling around the country, he has contacts all over and will help tommy out. for a price. he's still mad about that night last year where he and tommy hooked up and then tommy left for another job and ghosted him for a month, and evan holds it over tommy's head whenever possible.

karen is their tech guru. there isn't a code she can't crack or a program she can't write. tommy helped her out a few years ago and she's worked with him ever since, but she's not above offering surge prices if he needs her to work outside of normal hours. she's got a wife and kids to go home to.

tommy's past is — complicated. he sees his sister lucy every couple of years, but hasn't talked to his brother sal in almost twenty (it might have something to do with the fact that he's sure sal killed their father), and only sees their mother when she calls.

[ironbat-s]

Now that I replayed DBH, I have to say a few things before going to sleep:

I know this sounds like a stretch, but years later I’m still convinced Connor is/was RA9.

Connor was the first android (that we know at least), that didn’t NEED an emotional shock to wake up. He showed signs of deviancy when he rescued the fish, he had the option even when it wasn’t relevant to the mission and, therefore, part of his program.

RA9 was the only one who could free the androids. Even if you do everything right with Markus and Kara (demonstration or revolutionary doesn’t matter), but you played machine Connor (doing the controls right) then you kill Markus&North, there’s not android army, and the androids are destroyed/continue being enslave. So Connor fates it’s connected to the freedom of androids.

When you go to Jericho searching for the leader (RA9, believing is Markus), Lucy tells Connor he’s lost, he’s looking for himself.

Connor wasn’t touch by Markus, so it not like Markus could transfer his ability of waking up androids to him too. Markus convinced him because he already was a deviant. So he just talked sense on him. Connor was deviant from the start. He had options to do thing outside his program, things against the mission like rescuing Hank or letting go the androids. He already had free will. The others only gained free will after a specific moment where they broke the software.

Connor is the only other android besides Markus who can wake up androids. And you faintly hear RA9. After that, the androids can wake up others androids.

Elijah tells Connor about how he always leaves an exit in his programs. Apart of the obvious part, could be a way of saying he kind of left a code for the androids to be free at the right moment if they choose to. Connor being part of that “exit” for everyone.

I know other’s characters have reasons, maybe more, to be AR9, even us, the players who’s making all the decisions. But for me makes sense that the deviant hunter, last hope of humanity, was a deviant himself and RA9.

[funemployed-fangirl]

Modern Bridgerton AU

Benedict and Sophie's NYC Apartment

Benedict and Sophie still maintain an apartment in the city (it was Benedict’s before he met Sophie). The apartment has become an open secret among the siblings as the place you go if you don’t want questions asked. Over the years:

Each of the youngest siblings has used it to sober up after at least one high school party that got a little too wild. Benedict once woke up to Gregory asleep on his couch, missing a shoe, no shirt, and green hair. 

Hyacinth, Herminone, and Lucy stayed there one weekend in college after allegedly setting a small fire on campus. Campus security has never been able to prove anything.

Colin stayed there for a couple months when he got back from his post-NYU adventures. When he moved out after getting engaged to Penelope, Sophie insisted they needed new sheets. 

The one and only time Francesca has ever been high was while she was at Julliard, and she ended up at the apartment (Benedict still isn’t sure how she got there). He fed her snacks and water until John could come collect her and get her back to campus. Benedict still sends her videos of that night periodically, just for fun. 

Eloise and Phillip’s twins go to New York for their 18th birthday. They’re supposed to stay with Violet, but they end up at the apartment after going to a party that some kids they know through the family threw. Sophie was in the city and there when they stumbled in. She called Eloise to let her know they were okay (and sent videos of her hungover kids the next morning). 

The apartment has an electric keypad. Benedict doesn’t know how everyone keeps getting the code. He has changed it multiple times, but everyone always seems to have the new one almost immediately. (While one might assume this is Hyacinth or Gregory’s doing, it’s actually Francesca. Benedict never figured out that the keypad could store multiple codes, and Francesca programmed one specifically for the siblings to use. Sophie figured this out immediately, but has never told her husband.)

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[captain-heartstrings]

Sending in this ask to say !! I would LOVE to read a ramble about the Polyverse plot and I am prompting you to use this ask to ramble /nf

FNF Polyverse plot is very convoluted because as I've said before. It's an RP run by like 7-8 people and we don't stop eachother from indulging. But I suppose I can explain it >>;

Ramble under the cut!

Our story begins YEARS before the actual events of FNF take place. On a computer owned by a really talented coder we named Admin for short. Admin is really good at what they do- they even made their own firewall.

What they didn't realize was the firewall was so well made it was actually Sentient.

Admin for unknown reasons, abandoned their dream of being a coder for a really long time, leaving their sentient firewall all on its own, and it gets really really lonely- deciding to act on its own according. It catches a virus- but instead of getting rid of it, it let's the virus stay- and eventually through contact to the firewall, the virus also gains sentience.

These two are Chaos and Order. The Virus and The Firewall.

Together, the two of them used the code leftover on the computer to make their OWN world. A game world. Their own personal Earth. On this Earth, they made a race of beings called The Ancients who had the ability to change their appearance by will alone. They were shape shifters! And for a awhile things were great.

Until The Ancient Civil War.

Half of The Ancients so closely followed Order's teachings of law and right and wrong that they thought the whole of earth should value Order more, the other half saw Chaos' teachings of self control and freedom as more important, and when their wills so strongly aligned, they would shift to look like Angel and Demons respectively.

Despite Chaos and Orders pleas, Angels and Demons fought long and hard- they killed eachother- destroyed the earth in the process. Till eventually the sides realized they were at a stalemate. Angels and Demons chose to flee- with EVERY Angel fleeing to a plane above Earth they created called Heaven and with MOST of the Demons fleeing to a plane far below it, called Hell.

The Ancient Civil War was put on hold- and while the two sides were away, Chaos and Order began to put earth back together. This time with more species and varying beliefs. Humans- robots- ectect. The demons were still there because of their whole "freewill" thing but it wasn't an issue without The Angels.

This is obviously where a lot of the plot splits off, as with more creations and the earth fully healed up like this, it's obviously where different arcs come into play with the other people RPing. However my arc was BFs.

The Angel's were PISSED that the demons were still occupying earth. They felt as though the stalemate wasn't really a stalemate and vowed to destroy them all- however how to do that? How to break a stalemate with a creature that's biologicaly as strong as you? New weapons.

So a good half of the angels gave up their form to create this giant biblically accurate angel toothpaste lookin ass glob of power named The Collective - in order to CONDENSE huge peices of their code to make more powerful bio weapons.

The first three failed as you might have guessed- the 5th was SO perfect, their PERFECT Hero, that they stuffed the 4th one that was being made along side him into a robot body to go down to earth with him.

This as might have guessed, was BF. or Keith as we call him.

Keith is the Angel's perfect angelic bio weapon, destined to be sent to earth to grow up and then slaughter everyone on earth the Angel's deem unworthy to be there.

But while Miku is off getting money to keep the two of them fed and happy as her programming is designed to do- Bf falls in love. With a lot of people. A Demon girl named Lucy, Aka Gf, who the collective would obviously not approve of as a demon, A flawed murderous man by the name of Pico, who's acts of violence outweigh many of his good deeds, and a Ghost/Demon hybrid named Eric who had been stuck in a video game for so long he honestly is an abomination.

But BF LOVED them. For their flaws. For their personality. Every part of them was something he cherished. So when Miku brought him to The Collective to explain his purpose, he turned them down. Refusing to be Their Hero. Insisting that Demons and Angels didn't have to fight like this.

But The Collective had been stuck together for so long that it corrupted them- they had no room to doubt their choices and ended up chasing BF and his partners out of heaven in this epic violent chase sequence- where it then tripped, and fell off the side of the plane. Falling deep into the code when Chaos and Order dismantled it.

Leaving the 4 Poly pals to love eachother on Earth among the other angels and demons who changed their minds.

All of that though is BFs arc! There's a few other arcs like how Skid and his dad The Eyes of The Universe needed to make up in order to stop Eyes from dismantling the whole code of the game- which is how we have so many duplicate modes characters like the remixs and aus, because Polyverse is technically filled with a bunch of Holes from The Eyes. And the Eddsworld arc where BF helped Tord reconnect with his friends. The Omori arcs where he got new siblings who adopted him from the crew of FNF characters. Ectect.

We did a lot. We're technically still doing things. That's how Silly Billy/Yourself was added recently. Every new mod is a new addition to Polyverse! ^^

[scribbles97]

Artemis ~ Chapter 4

Read Chapter 3 Here

John had been holed away in his room most of the week, hiding away from the ruckus of the rest of the family whilst he recovered from the flu. Lucy had been waiting for it to pass through the house, but it seemed that the rest of her brood had remained immune with their pleas for a day out coming as loud and demanding as usual. 

Jeff had swept in, barely home from a business meeting before he had left again with four of the five in tow. He’d promised the aquarium, much to Gordon’s delight, and then a lunch of Alan’s choice as an early birthday treat. The older two had gone along at her insistence, Scott having offered to help around the house and Virgil mimicking his oldest brother in a way they’d all long since gotten used to. 

“Hey spaceman,” She murmured as she cracked the door open, “can I come in?”

“Yeah,” He snuffled, huffing as he adjusted himself beneath the pile of blankets.

“I brought you chicken soup,” She smiled, setting the tray down over his legs as John finished whatever he was typing on the data-pad, “What are you working on?”

He tilted the screen towards her, the lines of code the same as the project he’d been working on most of the week when he’d felt up to it. She had banned him from school work, insisting he was already ahead enough in his syllabus that he could afford to take a week off from the work. Of course, it had only taken him a moment to find something different to work on, but she was grateful that it was at least something fun. 

“It’s still not right,” He told her, “it wants to play but it doesn’t want to win.”

Perching on the edge of the bed, she scanned over the coding, “Well, my programming skills are a little rusty, but I can take a look whilst you eat and we can work through it together?”

John’s grin was wide, “Really?”

A cough quickly followed, deep and hacking as he doubled forward. 

“Easy there.” She soothed, “Do you want some water?”

He sat back, taking a drink and handing over the datapad for her to look at. 

“It’s not far off of being a full AI,” He admitted, “but I didn’t think I should go any further down that line, what with all the regulations coming in.”

She shrugged as she examined the line in question, “What harm could a game AI produced by my genius son cause?”

John grinned, “It could spy on everyone!”

Lucy laughed, playing along, “She could tell us exactly what your Dad and brothers are up to right now!”

John pulled a face, “She?”

“Sorry,” Lucy immediately pulled back, “the file was called Eos, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

John shook his head, wincing as he did, “I adapted it from a copy of the software that turns the lights on and off, like Eos, the bringer of the dawn.”

The breadth of his knowledge would never cease to amaze Lucy. 

Running a hand through his hair, she frowned at just how warm he was. 

“I think I’m going to call the doctors.” She told him, “You’re still burning up, Kiddo.”

John sighed, “I just want to be better, Mom.”

Leaning down, she kissed his forehead, “Be patient, love, you will be soon.”

A week and a half in hospital with drips and antivirals had eventually seen John right, the nurses taking no chances in him passing the bug on to any other patient as they set him up in a private room. Lucy had stayed to keep him company, but both were aware that not even a hospital was of any comparison to the noise their family made. Whilst he had slept, she had worked on his template, drawing on all her old knowledge that she hadn’t thought of since leaving the Air Force. 

“Can you keep a secret?” She had asked after morning rounds when John had been complaining about missing his brothers. 

His raised eyebrow said it all, the most secretive of the five, she knew she could trust him.

Handing him his data-pad, she smiled as she leaned her elbows on the edge of his bed, “Eos, hello.”

A silver ring lit up in hologram above the pad, seven dots evenly spaced around the ring lit up as the female voice answered.

“Good Morning, Lucy, how can I help you?”

John’s face lit up, his eyes brighter than they had been all week as he looked from her to the Intelligence. 

“Eos.” He breathed, “She’s real!”

Lucy laughed softly, having done little more than think of the applications of the AI whilst John had been going through the hospital admission process. He had almost been right, sometimes a spy was needed to keep track of their family of seven. With Scott spending more time off with friends, and gearing up for his Senior year, Gordon taking his swim lessons with more seriousness than a seven year old had any right to, and Jeff spending more time away with the business it could be hard to keep track of who was where - even with all of the advances in technology. 

Eos was John’s first though, a primary directive to befriend and entertain, a game program that could match his wits and give enough challenge to the teenager who outshone all of his peers. 

“How about a game of chess?” She suggested, “But take it easy, John’s still recovering.”

It wasn’t until the summer that they had trained her well enough for the rest of the family to be let in on exactly what the AI could do. Each of the boys had taken to her differently; Jeff, wary of the technological implications, Scott, appreciating an opponent that wasn’t John, Virgil, asking her questions and always surprised by her answers, Gordon, eager to get her into trouble in one way or another, and Alan, wary of the new presence in the house. 

Before long she had become a staple in the family’s daily routine, almost like an extra sibling for the boys, and a much needed extra pair of hands for Lucy and Jeff. John never commented on how his mother had picked back up on her programming skills, and she had never thought too hard on why she had left the skills behind in the Air Force. 

Eos was different, she was theirs, and theirs alone. 

Continue on Ao3

[edutainer2022]

Sending hugs and strength as always.

I’d love to know any thoughts you have about the Tracys as kids in the happy times. What do you think they got up to? Do you headcanon the farm / ranch / some other Kansas home? Or did Jeff and Lucy live somewhere more built up / accessible to NASA? What were the kids’ hobbies? What would a family day out have looked like?

Oh, @idontknowreallywhy, thank you for the ask! I actually tend to go hazy on the boys' childhood, because the way kids work is not my forte. In my heart of hearts, I see them as latchkey kids of nondescript rural/smalltown US. A meadow outside the backyard, long bus commutes to school. A kind of chaotic but tight and warm, fun, quirky world, reigned supreme by their mother. Think Gilmore Girls, but a single mother of three boys, initially. With Jeff space-cowboying it would be just her and the back to back eldest three for quite some time.

Also think The Sound of Music - she's the one with piano and art. And the horses. There were sing alongs and movie marathons, and board games, and junk snacks, and bake offs, and magic in that household. That's why I also think, much as Scott worships and seeks approval of a (always away) father, he was Mom's right hand and White Knight. Mom's champion and deputy in wrangling the younger brothers. There would, of course, be SHENANIGANS. Sometimes Mom Tracy would just discover zen of a boys mom and have a glass of red on hand.

Since we have Gran Roca, I also sometimes think Yellowstone. She's the one from old(er) Manifest Destiny ranching money. She knows how to get her hands dirty, but it's removed from Jeff's first generation off the farm experiences. She sees the help, but she's also used to having them around - hence the five kids without batting an eye, given Jeff's military/space career. That would quite organically convert into the boy's we know - humble, generous, approachable, but somewhat sheltered.

I also think that Jeff's soaring wealth, Mom's untimely demise and grief buried in work, would spell something like a Warton Academy. Maybe not a full on boarding school, but a posh prep school with Ivy League pipeline and uniform blazers with embroidered crests. At least for the elder three's high school stretch. That would also, probably, mean shifting base to a bigger city and a dramatic change of pace in the boys' routine.

The boys hobbies? Scott is obviously a Rescue Scout extraordinaire. He's never met a sport he wasn't good at. But I also think School Parliament, Speech and Debate, maybe ROTC (to fit a military stint with my understanding of the timeline). Scott is earmarked for leadership and high pressure operations early on. National Honors Society, hands down. Dad would never tolerate anything less than excellent and Scott intended to be EVERYTHING Dad was - including space track. Calculus may actually be his "nerdy guilty pleasure". I also absolutely don't see how Mom didn't teach him the piano first. It likely didn't go far, but he gets by at the keyboard.

Virgil is the music and arts kid, obviously. He probably followed Scott into many hobbies and clubs, originally, but his strengths and disposition are just so obviously different.

John loves school. The more school - the merrier. Coding, and astronomy, and physics. Languages on the side. Gifted program. The Big Bang Theory worthy combo of Supreme nerd-dom. I'd say music too - comes with the territory of good ear for languages. Sports by necessity - to keep up with the original Turbo Twosome, and to get space rated. He came to actually enjoy sports, on his own terms.

Come to think of it, the Elder Trio are a token comical display of the Prom King always flanked by two sidekicks, who embody the very definition of "geeky uncool". In hindsight, John is sometimes amazed that Scott actually ENJOYED hanging out with them and did so by choice. Still does so.

[star-going-supernova]

People have powers connected to their natural talents. Gregory is a natural born hacker; his power allows him to physically enter any kind of machine, no matter how simple or complicated and control them however he wishes. He can even change the programming/coding however he wants. He’s taken odd jobs to clean viruses from computers and fix faulty programming in faulty machines. The night he gets stuck in the Mega Pizzaplex, he knows exactly what to do.

This is the final tumblr generated prompt from the last round, number 66, and the prompt is from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! So, admittedly, this is probably the most I’ve diverged from a prompt so far because the tech stuff feels like it would fit better with Cassie, and I kinda had a different idea for Gregory. So basically, AU where everyone has one specific magic-esque power that they get as kids. I also took a bit of inspiration from that one post about little everyday magics. 

Child of Chaos

To the bewilderment of his parents, Gregory didn’t seem to have a magic ability. They usually started coming in when a child was five years old, so when he went unchanged, his parents assumed he’d be a late bloomer. By the time he was eight, and far past “late,” they assumed he had a weak or subtle power. Because surely it was impossible for someone to just not have one.

Gregory himself never seemed upset with his abject normality. Not when his dad used his ability—his cooking was always perfect—or his mom used hers—she could predict the weather down to the minute and degree—or his classmates all started showing theirs off in school. 

Like his best friend Cassie, who could slip her mind into whatever electronic device she was touching. Or Hunter, who had an internal clock and timer and stopwatch and alarm. And Lucy knew someone’s mood just from looking them in the eyes, and nothing Barry dropped, no matter how delicate, ever broke.

Gregory never complained or made faces or got frustrated with his friends. He shrugged when people asked about his magic, or lack thereof. He claimed to be totally unbothered by whatever obscure power he had that he’d yet to discover. 

What no one noticed was the glint in his eyes, the twitch of his secret smile. They didn’t recognize his apparent indifference as a mask or his non-answers as lies. He never teased or hinted at the truth, never countered the mocking remarks, never sought to prove them wrong. Because that would give it away.

It would have made sense, had anyone figured it out, that he held his silence so strictly. That he kept his chaos a secret.

When things went wrong, or even just not as expected—that was Gregory’s doing. His little bit of magic. It could be big or small; he was equally capable of making the entire school lose electricity as he was at making any small object go missing at an inconvenient time. 

It was a remarkable power to have in a day and age where most people’s magic affected only themselves or a very small area around them. But Gregory, at eight, decided he’d wanted a snow day instead of a test on Friday, and the skies had dumped four and a half feet of snow in a twenty mile radius around his house overnight. 

So of course his magic was his best kept secret. It wouldn’t do for people to be suspicious of him for every little thing that happened. He’d lose all his fun if adults knew the sort of chaos he caused that couldn’t be traced back to him, so long as his magic was unknown. 

And so it was that, standing in the pizzaplex, knowing there were animatronics hunting him down and a crazy killer out for his blood, Gregory grinned. His philosophy was that if anyone tried to ruin his day, he’d make theirs so much worse. 

Roxy couldn’t stop tripping over her own feet; Monty kept leaping headfirst into arcade machines and photo booths and walls; doors closed in Chica’s face without fail. The STAFF bots bumped into each other, potted plants, and during one memorable moment, caused a massive pileup in the theater hallways that entirely blocked the killer bunny lady from reaching him. 

Gregory had never had so many opportunities to cause chaos, and he was living for it. 

Moon got tangled in his wires, the elevators stopped working for anyone but Gregory, and Sun found himself locked in a closet. The DJ got stuck trying to climb out of his massive passageways, and he was left to watch Gregory cheerfully saunter from the arcade’s back room. 

But nothing was funnier than what his chaos did to his wannabe murderer. Chica ran into the bunny lady and sent them both tumbling down the long staircase in the lobby. Roxy accidentally bit her arm. Monty’s sharp nails snagged in her suit and shredded the front of it. The suit head got twisted and stuck, effectively blinding her. Moon mistook her for Gregory and tackled her. The blade of her knife fell off the handle. The lost and found door got jammed, locking her out as Gregory leisurely escaped via vent. 

Cackling after the latest mishap—she face-planted after a hapless wet floor sign bot trundled into her path—Gregory gleefully returned to Freddy. Even his kindly protector was chuckling. The killer lady, who had to have been pretty fed up with her rotten luck tonight, had yet to get up off the ground and now had a circle of concerned wet floor sign bots gathered around her. 

“It seems everyone is suffering from bad luck tonight,” Freddy commented as they left the atrium. “I have never seen my friends be so clumsy.” 

Gregory snickered, relaxed as ever in Freddy’s chest cavity. “Yeah, it’s like they’ve been cursed.” 

Freddy chuckled. “And thank goodness we have been spared,” he said, in a knowing sort of way. 

Gregory sat up a bit and blinked in surprise—no one had ever figured him out before, but then again, he’d never dealt out chaos quite like this before either. “I—”

“Your secret is safe with me, superstar,” Freddy gently interrupted him. 

After a moment of thought, Gregory slumped again with a rueful smile. He supposed he’d known he wouldn’t be able to hide his magic forever, and he couldn’t think of a better person to be the first to know. Cassie would probably be the second, honestly. 

“You’re not freaked out?” he asked. It wasn’t something he liked to admit to himself, that he was a little bit scared of potential reactions. He didn’t want to be blamed for every little thing, even inconveniences that he genuinely hadn’t caused, or for people to walk on eggshells around him, fearful of retribution. 

“Not at all.” The hatch opened, and Gregory didn’t resist when Freddy gently pulled him out and into his arms. “I do not believe you are the type of person to use such an ability to intentionally cause harm. And if I am being honest…” 

He paused as Roxy burst out of a door up ahead, only for her eyes to go dark with sudden blindness. She stumbled around, waving her arms in front of her. 

“They do deserve to be ‘cursed’ in this case,” Freddy finished, not without humor. 

Gregory laughed, and on cue, as Roxy whirled to face them, her legs locked up and she toppled over with a screech.

[rpg-by-ask]

Lucy Weaver: Magical Woman Master Post

Lucy Weaver: Our titular heroine, once the magical girl Butterscotch, Lucy is now the jaded, burnt-out magical woman Shirley Temple. Disillusioned with the life of a magical girl, and with the intentions of Astral, she now works to train the next generation of magical girls and to make sure the tragedy that destroyed her own team, Sweet Victory, never happens to anyone else again. Lucy is a relatively short woman, with pink dyed hair styled in an undercut. She tends to wear sturdy practical clothes, most commonly denim and work boots. When she transformes into Shirley Temple, she grows over half a foot taller, gaining a pinkish tint to her skin and her eyes and hair both turn a bright red to match the color of the magical girl outfit she appears in and the goggles she wears over her face. She wields a large, heavy wand like a bat. Even in her transformed state, she keeps her trusty denim jacket, whose pockets she always keep filled with butterscotch candies.

A.S.T.R.A.L: The Arcane Superhuman Transforming Rescue and Aid Leage is a semi-secret, pseudo-governmental program that studies alien tech and magical artifacts to create heroes to defend the earth. Their most promising program, the Inducer Program, uses a combinaton of alien chemicals and technology mixed with magical herbs to create a drink that engenders a temporary physical transformation along with the imbuement of strange powers in the drinker. ASTRAL claims the Inducer works best when subjects are exposed at a young age, around puberty, and has continued exposure throughout the next few years. Most of ASTRAL’s heroes are members of the Inducer program, although a few developed powers on their own and were snatched up by ASTRAL, or came to them for training, shelter, and resources. Despite the good ASTRAL has done, their methods are often controversial, or at least would be if they were widely known, and the organization is secretive enough even within it’s own ranks that some feel they may be engaged in shadier practices than even what is known. ASTRAL does it’s best to stay in the shadows, letting their magical girls take the limelight and act as the face of the program.

Annabelle Cooper: Annabelle is a mid-level administrator in ASTRAL, and in charge of several of the older magical girls, including Shirley Temple. Annabelle has a habit of giving the women under her charge code names chosen from alcoholic beverages. Most believe the names stem from her own mild alcoholism and a lack of creativity. Annabelle is a true believer in ASTRAL’s mission, and has little time or patience for those she deems to be disloyal or disrespectful to the organization, a fact that causes her to frequently butt heads with Shirley Temple. Annabelle is tall and slender, with pale skin and silverly blonde hair. She dresses in crisp pant suits, usually in a light blue color, and wears thin rectangular glasses.

Aurora Adams: Also known as Tequila Sunrise, Aurora was a magical girl around the same time as Lucy. Back then, she was known as Borealis and was part of a team known as the Celestial Harmonies. While Annabelle frequently grates on her nerves, Aurora is very loyal to ASTRAL and therefor is rarely willing to let her frustrations with Annabelle and her leadership choices show. Currently, Aurora is not training any new heroes and mostly acts as an Auxillary hero for emergencies, and as a tactical advisor to Annabelle in case of superheroic conflicts. She is very curvy and prefers flowing, loose clothing, often dresses or else a blouse and skirt. When she transforms into Tequila Sunrise, she loses some of her curves, replacing them with impressive musculature. Her hair becomes a vibrant blue and her outfits are replaced with  purple and blue outfit with lots of flowing, multi-colored ribbons. She wields a silver and blue magic wand that primarily is used for firing energy blasts, although Tequila herself would rather get into the thick of the fight herself.

Jenny McGuinness: Also known as Lemon Drop or Lemon Drop Martini, Jenny is a trainer with ASTRAL, and an ex-member of the Celestial Harmonies known as Starbeam. Jenny is genderfluid and uses She/They pronouns. Jenny currently doesn’t have any trainees, but is expected to take on a crew of young girls soon. She has acted as a substitute trainer to the Shooting Stars when Lucy was injured or on Annabelle’s bad side enough to be benched from training the girls. As Jenny,they dresses in a butch style, usually a tank top, stained with engine grease, and a leather jacket paired with either cut off jean short shorts or leather pants. They have short cropped red hair, a smattering of freckles across her face, and sapphire blue eyes. As Lemon Drop, her hair grows out into tight red curls, she shrinks a few inches and becomes a little more slender and lithe. She wields a golden staff and her outfit becomes a yellow and blue, much more feminine outfit, more of a traditional magical girl look.

Yuna Yoshimura: Also known as Strawberry Daquiri, Yuna is an ex-member of the Celestial Harmonies who used to go by Nebulae. She is a trainer for ASTRAL and has yet to be introduced in game.

 Absinthe: An Ex-Member of ASTRAL and a current Vigilante. Absinthe has a beef with Annabelle specifically. She has not yet been introduced in game.

Tanya Taylors: Going by the code name Arcana, Tanya Taylors is in many ways the leader of the upcoming Magical Girl team the Shooting Stars. The eldest of the group, Tanya feels the responsibility to lead and protect her teammates. She believes in the mission of ASTRAL and loves being a magical girl. However, she does harbor some hidden reservations about the organization and their intentions, reservations that have only been heightened by her tutelage under Lucy Weaver. Tanya is a 16 year old African-American girl. She normally keeps her hair braided in tight cornrows. She usually wears casual clothes, most frequently a t-shirt and shorts, in some combination of pinks and greens. When she becomes Arcana, Tanya appears to be in her late teens or early 20’s and wears a purple and gold robe reminiscent of a robe. She wears a slender golden tiara and wields a long magical staff of purple and pink metal. Her Hairstyle as Arcana changes to an afro.

Olivia Grant: Also known as Moonstone, Olivia is the muscle of the Shooting Stars. Bubbly, optimistic, and cheerful, Olivia is mostly happy to go along with her friends. She enjoys the rush of being Moonstone and frequently feels invincible with her powers, rushing into danger and putting herself in harms way to protect others, a habit that ASTRAL has been encouraging despite the protests of her teammates, most notably her girlfriend Beth. Olivia is tall for her 14n years of age and frequently wears athletic wear or track suits. When she transforms into Moonstone, her close-cropped dirty blonde hair grows slightly into a green fauxhawk, her skin darkens into a slight tan, and her outfit changes into a close-fitting blue and white outfit covered in stars, with a large crescent moon in the center. Unlike the rest of her team, she has no weapon, instead using her ability to generate pearlescent rocky growths to create gauntlets that she uses to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Beth Bailey: Beth goes by the hero’s name Storm-Clap, and acts as the Shooting Stars ranged heavy hitter. One of the more powerful members of the team, the 14-year-old gained the power to control weather and generate elemental attacks such as gouts of lighting, blasts of frigid air, and waves of sleet and hail. More cautious but just as determined as her girlfriend Olivia, Beth views the Shooting Stars (and more recently their new trainer Lucy) as a surrogate family. She would do near anything to keep the team together. Beth is of Native American ancestry, although as an orphan brought up by ASTRAL from a very young age, she’s unsure of her exact heritage. She has recently been looking more into her heritage and ancestry and hopes to change her name from the one ASTRAL gave her on her adoption when she finds out more about where she comes from. For now, she prefers to go by her hero’s name, even in her civilian identity, feeling more attachment to the name she chose herself. Storm-Clap prefers to wear jeans and button-up shirts over white tees. When she transforms, Storm-Clap’s outfit changes into a frilly black and yellow dress, a matching cape with dark blue accents, and a golden wand that lets her direct and aim her energy blasts more carefully. Her hair remains in her preferred style of a long, tight braid. Like the rest of her team, her transformation seems to age her up to around 20 years old.

Siobhan O’Connor: the newest member of the Shooting Stars, Siobhan O’Connor has taken the name Stellar Breeze. The 13-year-old girl is the only member of the team who is not part of the Inducer Program. Her powers developed on their own, and her parents sent her to ASTRAL in the hopes of learning where her powers came from and to train her in how to safely use them. Siobhan is still a little homesick, but has found fast friends and a new sense of camaraderie in the company of the rest of the Shooting Stars, who have worked hard to help welcome the younger girl into their group. Siobhan has auburn hair that is usually in a wild tangle that she refuses to brush. Her skin is pale and heavily freckled, and she enjoys wearing leather jackets, hiking boots, and knee length skirts. As Stellar Breeze, her hair shortens, becomes a bright, glowing pink, and her eyes become an electric blue. Her outfit changes into an Iridescent flowing outfit, reminiscent of the Aurora Borealis. She wields a rod that seems to be made from cosmic energy given solid form.

Cherry Bomb: Tina Locke was a member of Sweet Victory and a close friend, almost a sibling, to Lucy. Her powers for explosion and her penchant for mischief got the team into as much trouble as it got them out of. She was last seen destroying a Pharian flag ship and is presumed dead.

Licorice: Laura Calhoun was a member of Sweet Victory and very close to Lucy. The two had mutual crushes on each other, although they didn’t get the chance to really act on this before Licorice, after Cherry Bomb’s presumed death, went after the Pharian leader General Voscel on her own. She hasn’t been seen since and is presumed dead. Caramel: Candance Boone was a member of Sweet Victory and the least close with Lucy, although the two were still friends. During the Pharian Invasion, Caramel stayed behind at one of the later battle ground, holding off a squad of Pharian Mutagenists while Lucy got civilians to safety. When Lucy returned to the fight, Caramel was missing and presumed dead. The Pharian Empire:  The Pharians are a race of alien conquerors, traveling the galaxy and invading worlds they believe have something of value to add to the Pharian Empire. Masters of Transformative Arcano-Tech, the Pharians tend to seed worlds they plan to invade with devices that turn those exposed to them into superpowered beings, usually coupled with an element of mind control to cause the newly-empowered individuals to seek out and destabilize centers of power and resistance in the soon-to-be conquered worlds, paving the way for the Pharian fleet. Pharians are tall by human standards, even the shortest reaching 5’10” and with 7’ being close to average height. They have four arms, blue to teal skin (usually), solid colored eyes (usually in bright jewel colors), and keep their hair long and usually heavily decorated. They have horn or fin like features on their head that they use to further enhance their hairstyles. It is highly suspected that the Inducer Program was built out of reverse engineered Pharian tech. The Pharians have been the primary opponents of ASTRAL and their Magical Girls since the organizations establishment.

General Helveraix Voscel: A Cunning and powerful Pharian Warleader, General Voscel led the first Pharian invasion of Planet Earth. In the early skirmishes, he as frequently stymied by the Shooting Stars, developing a growing obsession with defeating the young heroes that caused him such issues. During the final days of the invasion, Voscel was indirectly responsible for the presumed deaths of two of the Shooting Stars and likely directly responsible for the presumed death of a 3rd. However, Butterscotch, the final member of the Shooting Stars, and a contingent of other heroes, including other Astral Heroes and independent agents, were able to drive the Pharians off, with Butterscotch badly wounding General Voscel in the conflict. While left over Pharian Tech has still caused issues for ASTRAL in the decade plus since then, no Pharian activity has been seen in our Solar System since that day.

High War-Queen Faeyjura Voscel: The daughter of General Voscel, little is known on earth of the Pharian’s mysterious new leader, save that she seems to have usurped her father and has inherited his obsession with the Shooting Stars, returning to earth at least in part to capture the remaning member of the team, Lucy Weaver. In the process, she captured and brainwashed Lucy’s friend and Ally, Jenny McGuinness.

[coiledqueen]

hobbies & skills. / bold what your muse can do. italicize for more or less. repost, don't reblog.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

(it should be mentioned that Lucy is capable of grasping all of these unmarked/italicized skills very quickly. she is an incredibly fast learner--if she's in the proper mood, that is. 💜)

[eggwhiteswithspinach]

A while loop is a cool programming thing where as long as a condition is met, the things you write within the loop will continue happening.

#python

[steampunkagumon]

Misc. Headcanons - Digimon

NSFW under the cut as necessary

Magimon

So it's shown on multiple occasions that he and Wizardmon are two separate consciences (hence why he has his own section)

And he's suspiciously familiar with a good amount of things from the human world

Basically I think Wizardmon was the original, Lucy/Yeehaw was sad he couldn't really come back to the human world with her so she made Magimon as a vessel for him

His favorite movie is The Prince of Egypt, which eventually inspires his attack, Familiar Rain

Duskmon

I don't think he can actually see out of all those eyes. That would get real trippy coming from Impmon and especially going (presumably) into Reapmon

He also doesn't consciously only cry out of a specific eye. He tries to hold back the tears all over but the one on his left foot is the weak link

Chase did you actually count how many there are in the art or is it in the Reference Book somewhere or did you just pull the number 26 out of your @$$?

Also has an eyelid/scar on his chest as Impmon from where the Firewall impaled him

Monodramon

His preferred fighting style is based on his current partner. As to why that is, we'll get into my Purge Program theory another day

He likes headbutting things now bc ER has a thick skull, but he was “a big claw guy before” as Meteromon put it bc Dragon Abbey was a boxer

Or maybe they were in roller derby

Actually scratch that, roller derby would probably give him a higher Flight stat

Could make for a cool second character tho Red

totally not saying that out of spite

I know Pyro needs to focus on his mental health and I respect that but why was THIS your solution?!

Wizardmon

I don't care what Pyro says about not wanting to risk misrepresentation, Wizardmon is absolutely autism-coded, *inhales* PUN INTENDED!

I have Asperger's and he reminds me of kid me like

He doesn’t pick up on social cues, doesn’t know a sarcasm when he hears it

he just like me fr

Sistermon Noir

Hehe, nun-binary

Any pronouns but prefers he/him as Salamon and she/her as Noir

Will step on you and then get pouty if you end up liking it

And not in a condescending way, she genuinely thinks that’s messed up

Agunimon

He and Duskmon are so down bad for each other

I don't know when it started (as in when or if the players got the idea) but it just makes sense

“That guy's tougher than he looks. He took down a Firewall.” *casually gives bf all the credit???*

Like, when they're Flamemon and Impmon it's obviously all “eww cooties” but once they Digivolve-

Would experiment writing eroguro w/ them, namely, eyeball licking. “What big eyes you have~”🤣

Gargomon

There's actual paws under those big bulletey stubs. They retract into wristbands, he just doesn't know how to do it

“The Devi's stay on during sex.”

I really wanted to put “[REDACTED]” instead but one of his Flaws is Blunt I’m trapped

[thuganomxcs]

repost, do not reblog.

bold what your muse can do. italicize for something they can do to some extent

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive a submarine / speak a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a backflip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive / calligraphy / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train animals / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / march / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem with tongue / basic first aid / draw blood / put out a fire

tagged: @chibitantei (thanks for tagging yo boi)

tagging: @emystic (lucy), @strywoven (kaen), @fatexbound (amagi), @acoldsovereign , @thedetectiveofinaba , @swordsxandxsakuras , @adversitybloomed , @nabiaes (gwen), @modeinthemiddle , @monmuses (yuri), @pureheartbrawn , @kamigakushi , feel free to steal homies

[windienine]

i really like that over the course of the story you're exploring these four units all kind of wanting to become more human in some way or another -- and it makes sense, they're all these "flawed" simulacrums of humanity with their own little divots and quirks (01 has stilted ability to process and express emotions, 02 has violent urges towards herself and others, melanie has emotions so big they overclock her own body, and damien can't move around unassisted and suffers from a system loop akin to MS But For Robots) that they worry make them somehow lesser along with their clear inhuman aspects, and in part 3 lucy finally puts her finger on the feeling of yearning she feels whenever she's with them and it's

oh. of course.

i wish i was a machine like them. i wish someone programmed me with a clear purpose and i had lines of code i had to obey. i want someone to be able to take me apart and hold my heart in their hands and clean all the parts i've gunked up over the years. i wish someone could make me and remake me to their specifications.

[walkingcorruptor]

Connor had been acting a bit off the previous few days, though he wasn't sure if he could let Hank or Lucy in on what was going on. He'd been hearing Amanda's voice, and he still wasn't sure if he was imagining her voice or if she was still in his coding somewhere.

It scared him every time, not knowing if she really could report him to anyone, if he'd be destroyed. The revolution was over and the androids had won, so that made him think that she couldn't, but her threats were still so real.

Connor had tried to hide it for as long as he could, though. They didn't need to know, or worry about him. It was working, or at least he thought it was, until the memories and Amanda's voice came back stronger than ever while he was in rest mode.

“This is so stupid, I don’t know why I’m crying,” he said as he wiped at his eyes. “I don't think she can even do anything anymore.”

@connor-cyberlifeandroid

Lucy had noticed - after all, it was her job to pick up on the tells of other people. The slight changes in demeanour, eyes darting across the room as if scanning it like a photocopy, she'd picked up on the early signs of deviancy too.

Because she'd helped Elijah create androids. She was there in college, the two of them had been put in the only dorm left and she was awake during his late night coding sessions. She'd seen the pre-programmed deviancy hiding behind the routine order-taking 0's and 1's.

That meant she knew Amanda. A very difficult to read woman who Elijah got along with frightfully well, a woman that never seemed to enjoy Lucy's company as much as she enjoyed Elijah's. If anything, a woman with many secrets. Now, Lucy didn't believe in ghosts by any means, otherwise she'd have switched to the Paranormal Investigation team that only existed to give the whackjobs she worked with something to boast about, but she did believe in people hanging around far longer than they should.

It was a day off for her, for once she was wearing her glasses rather than her contacts, her hair had grown out enough to warrant a little ponytail, and she was in dye-stained sweats and an oversized hoodie. She looked a mess, but she wasn't worried about that, she was worried about Connor who seemed to be having a mental breakdown in the kitchen.

"She lingers like a bad smell or taste, stains like a bad batch of thirium on skin..." She muttered over the top of her coffee mug, taking a sip of it and grumbling as it fogged her glasses. Moving from her spot against the kitchen counter, she brought her coffee to the table and set it down, bringing one of the other chairs closer to Conner and sitting beside him, resting her hand on his arm. "She can't do anything to you now Connor.. You're okay.. But, if she's loitering, I may be able to help..."

@connor-cyberlifeandroid