#Active Processes

[nan0-sp1der]

␂ > 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 // @lyrate-lifeform-approximation , @spiderman2-99

There’s a thought stirring in Bridge’s mind. An idea rolling about and nudging against the capacitors in her head, poking and prodding incessantly to get her attention, “Hey, hey, you know you want to ask her. Don’t you? Don’t lie to yourself, now. You should just do it. Hey! Are you listening to me? Hello-o…?”

Yes. Yes, she knows, she is aware of her burning curiosity. And it’s hard to deny that even though it doesn’t involve her, she is unusually intrigued by the concept. She overheard them in his office, Miguel and LYLA–his A.I. assistant–discussing a plan.  A plan to create a physical form for LYLA to enhance her abilities as his assistant and grant her further autonomy beyond her access to the security network and other adjacent systems alongside her recent emergence into emotional intelligence. It was all so fascinating. The steps Bridge had taken herself in her development in the span of weeks, she was watching unfold in another intelligence in real-time.

There it was again. That sense of solidarity in knowing she wasn’t completely alone in her existence as an artificial being, made of code and metal. It was like a magnetic pull that made that little voice in her head that encouraged her to act on her wants all the more present in her mind. She wanted to be a part of that process that she’d been through so long ago yet was still so familiar with like it happened yesterday. She wanted to guide her in that process and grant her her own knowledge. What’s the worst that can happen if she pilots your hardware for a while? You’re prepared for this. You can handle this. You can trust her, and she will be entirely safe in your care for that short time. And think about how much she would benefit from the experience, how much more streamlined that eventual transition from intangible to tangible will be once her own body was complete. It will make all the difference–and maybe reduce the headaches for everyone all-around, mostly Miguel as he acclimates to the change himself. Just… Try it. You can’t account for every single last risk factor, can you? No. So just do it and take it as it comes.

She stood in the middle of her dorm a moment, eyes closed as she ran a quick check of her hardware before making her final decision. RAM is in good condition. Storage is defragmented and all directories are organized. Sensors are calibrated and functional. Nanomachines are synchronized properly. Servos and joints retain a full range of motion. Coolant is at above optimal operational temperatures. Energy reserves are complete. Good. Everything’s in its right place and ready for its–potentially–temporary host. It’s time to make the call.

Her gaze trains itself on her watch, her arm rising to eye-level and the sleeve that was weighed down by the leaden metal cuff at the end sliding to her forearm to reveal device so she can start the transmission, navigating the menus on the digital interface indirectly via wireless communication–the unique way that she operated and communicated the Society’s technology.

“LYLA, may I speak to you for a moment? At your leisure, of course.”

[nan0-sp1der]

"..............."

The centipedes squirm and wriggle about on her outstretched palms, beginning to crawl about along the lines etched into her synthetic skin, between her fingers, along the backs of her hands. She isn't sure what confused her more: the fact that she was given centipedes without explanation, the fact that there were exactly four, or that the individual had left so suddenly after leaving their little... 'Gift' behind.

Does she keep them? Absolutely she does. They end up crawling up into her sleeves, up into whatever mysterious method of storage she kept in her coat. Probably hammerspace.

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

Things may or may not be added to their official inventory

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[tired-demonspawn]

A rocky intervention

(a sonic boom agent stone AU)

the making of this took something from me.

but anyway! the silly intervention idea i mentioned in the original post pitching the boom!stone au kinda uhhh given a lil something more! :)

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[nan0-sp1der]

Indeed, I did write three things. I attempted to make them as hard to discern as possible, as I believe that to be the point of the 'game'. Speaking of, I have failed to tag you. Will you participate as well? If you don't have anything to share that isn't too verboten, of course.

Two truths and one lie! Tag someone else to play!

1. I have a fake eye

2. I have a calico cat

3. I have killed 47 people!

@yippe3allthedamnnamesrtaken @number-2-hero-hawks

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Some exercises to get to know an oc!

(I’ve designed this list so that it requires no art or proper writing at all, it can mostly be done by doing picrews, describing and answering questions. )

1. Your oc as a playable video game character, (special abilities and stats). Bonus: write dialogue or one-liners.

2. If they played Dungeons and Dragons, what would their character be like?

3. Evil version of them

4. contents of their bag/ items they always carry around.

5. Average shopping list

6. various outfits for scenes or occasions

7. character’s wedding dress (yes, put that man in a dress.), or any other fancy outfit they would have

8. Graphic design: advertisement for their (perhaps nonexistent and/or illegitimate) business, wedding invite card, cult pamphlet,etc

9. Your oc is on the news for something they did. What did they do‼️

10. Mess around with the incorrect quotes/ headcanon generator

11. Take “what x are you” quizzes as them

12. what crimes are they most likely to get caught for? And what crimes are they most likely to get away with?

13. Describe or show how they would take notes for their studies, research, job, etc. this is better than a diary page, because it doesn’t demand you to get into character so much. Also less awkward.

14. A little known skill they have

15. Your oc watches Transformers. Which version of Megatron would be their favorite? Go on look all of them up right now and decide which one they would vibe with the most.

16. Need to prepare a really quick breakfast/lunch/dinner. What do they go with?

Feel free to send me asks with these and optionally the name of one of my ocs, and I will answer them.

OR you can give me a canon character and I’ll answer in a way I think would be accurate to them.

I hope other people can have fun with this as well. Feel free to repost!

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

The current discussion about "a big advantage for the yeerks is that no one knows there's an alien invasion" reminds me of your ficlet that became the first chapter of All Assorted Animorphs AUs; Elfangor meets the team as adults, and they *do* go public about the invasion. It ends poorly. Sorry kids, no clean option here.

The yeerks' need for secrecy and the Animorphs' need for secrecy are not the same, in a really interesting way.

The yeerks need to keep humans as a whole from knowing that mind-controlling alien invaders exist. This means suppressing all knowledge of extraterrestrial everything, even when it means covering up for their enemies.

The Animorphs need to avoid controllers knowing who they are, and don't have a reliable way to know which humans are controllers. This means they have to protect their names and faces at all costs, but would prefer it if humanity did know the yeerks exist.

Like, look at #22 where the controller-cops indirectly protect Jake by inventing reasons a tiger could be unconscious on the floor of a California mall. Or the times the kids win victories over controllers by getting them to act alien in front of civilians (e.g. #12, #35). The yeerks are the ones who have to keep the entire war secret.

By contrast, the kids just have to keep themselves secret. Look at the number of times they straight-up admit they're morphers and not real animals. Sometimes it's around people too remote to be controllers, like Derek (#25) and Yami (#44). Sometimes it's a civilian who just reacted with shock instead of anger to the sight of morphing (e.g. the home cook in #5, the busboy in #35). Sometimes it's even a known controller, just as long as they don't give their names (e.g. the opening of #18, Visser One in #30). They don't even go out of their way to actively maintain the fiction they're andalites — they don't dispel that belief if they can help it, because it's useful, but they're not going to spend a ton of time and energy on it. Just as long as no controllers know that Jake Berenson of 123 Street Road, Townsville, CA, can morph, it doesn't matter what else leaks.

[loadinghellsing]

Andercard thoughts...

[nan0-sp1der]

17:15:45 UTC, Greenland, E-928. A small impact had just erupted in the snowy fields several seconds ago, creating a streak of scarlet in the setting sky. While the impact does not leave a crater, what is left is a clearly disoriented individual who is now stumbling through the landscape. After meandering a few feet away from the steaming hole in the snow, they stop to finally try and get their bearings.

“... Re-entry… Successful. Commencing return to…”

She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as she inexplicably finds herself landing face-first in the snow. The sheer heat still radiating off her body makes the snow boil and evaporate beneath and around her, the temperatures she reached when falling through the atmosphere at Mach-Jesus being high enough to turn any normal human into beef jerky.

And, frankly, it just about nearly fried her, too.  Even though she did account for this by landing in as cold an area as possible while still being close enough to H.Q. that she could be recovered God forbid, it was going to take some time for her internal hardware to cool down enough to be decently functional.

For now, she just lay in the snow like an overcooked vegetable, blanching in the snow.

She just needs to rest for a bit. Just a little while...

She'll be fine. When she can move her limbs, again, anyways.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[nan0-sp1der]

The android marched down the hall, not having realized Miguel made his way down there mere moments before. She had a small stack of foam plates and plastic utensils ready in-hand. Oh course, they had taken the time to tidy up the office just for their little gathering, it would be troublesome if they used anything but disposable platters and cutlery.

Her steps are cut short as she sees the familiar sight of Miguel's back, tense and ever-looming, as he leans over the doorframe of his office,

"¿Qué carajo está pasando?"

"..."

After assessing the situation before her for several seconds, she made the executive decision to high-tail it out of there and turn herself right back around. Hopefully the rest of the party doesn't mind being short a body. Or plates.

Ooc: Sorryyy it's a little long of a descriptionnn hope you guy have fun doing this!! The party has started!

@spiderman2-99's office is a spacious room that could be incredibly cozy with the right ambiance and decor—but that’s not something The Miguel O’Hara would do. So, of course, others had to intervene.

It was late evening, a handmade banner with "slumber party!!!" was put up, some confetti was here and there. Lyla was hovering at the top, near the banner, she was a little messed with, her communication system just a little lagging, but her program was too advanced to have been properly hacked by these amateurs, so by her grin she was probably going with it of her own volition. The monitors had been hacked to blink with soft, multicolored stars across the ceiling, casting a glow perfect for relaxation— just that there was nothing quite calm happening. It looked overall chaotic, and fun.

@spider-lily929 had been here earlier but left for something. Miguel (the bigger, more fun one, @itsmiguel2099) was here, and @spiderpunkofficial had just walked in, balancing several pizza boxes in a way that defied physics. To the right, @tinidor-theodore and @spider--queer were deep in conversation. Next to them was a pile of pastel-colored pillows with a few plushies on top.

On the massive work table, now cleared of all of Miguel's thingamajigs, a large checkered tablecloth was spread out. It was packed with unlabeled syrups, glasses, mugs, juices, fizzy drinks—even a random gallon of milk. For snacks, there was an enormous bowl of popcorn that was somehow already half-empty, and a platter of chopped fruit that no one seemed interested in. Kari had just set down a bowl of gulab jamun and… spicy chicken nuggets? He looked doubtful, wondering if anyone would actually eat them. Someone had tried to label allergens on the table and gave up; the only labels read, “Apple juice, contains apples,” “Milk, contains gluten lactose,” and “I think this is chocolate syrup.”

Kari lit up when he saw Spiderpunk’s pizza haul. He grabbed a whole box and a drink from the table, stuffing down two slices while scurrying across the room. He accidentally bumped into @green-goblin-59 on the way.

“Oh, sorry! Pizza?” he offered, handing over the box after taking two more slices. He got absorbed in the movie playing on the big screen—something he didn’t recognize, didn't they call it Blade runner?—for a moment before remembering he had something to do. He almost tripped over a large box labeled “HAZARD BOX,” covered with sticky notes like, “Maybe bring Molotov mocktails next time, lol,” and “I am NOT cleaning up a glitter bomb, so whoever brought it has to deal with it if it ever goes off.”

Finally, Kari reached River @hotgaybitch.

“Hey, didn't you or Theodore invite @crybaby-spider?” he mumbled, sipping his concoction of fruit juices through a purple straw.

Btw dividers credit

[rainbowfartblaster]

VIKTORS HAND CARESSING SOOTHINGLY AROUJD JAYCES ARM I JUST DIED

[annasofthe11thdimension]

Pictured: Loop being extremely normal as they lay in their shallow (homemade) grave as they meditate on existence and also if they have annoyed the Researcher enough THIS time for her to murder them and bury them alive.

(Spoilers - they did not annoy her even CLOSE to that much.)

And there is the required reverse image of Odile arriving - she's had a LONG day (i.e. previous loop), and due to this it will take ten minutes before she even acknowledges the shallow grave Loop is laying in, as she was distracted complaining about what Siffrin just did to annoy her.

----

I'd say there's context for all of that, because like...there IS context? Here's the link to the series of fics that HAS that context even! But also...even with context...can't say that it's going to make any of this less weird.

Mostly Odile is looping because due to Loop's wish the universe got rewritten to make Siffrin's repression and emotional issues (the ones bad enough to get him stuck in a time loop in the game) 'someone else's' problem...or at least that's Loop's best theory atm!

Regardless, context or not, I'm quite happy with how the pics came out, and figured I might as well post them here too.

[laertive]

DaVinci Overdrive

Revenged is my favorite ending I love you cinematics I love you dramatic stories I love you Pokémon gimmicks I love you robots

[nan0-sp1der]

The lounge was bustling with activity. Chattering and the plucking of finger foods into ones mouths, discussing their parts and performances. Busy, busy, so busy.

Bridge was never one to take much to the hustle and bustle of the other actors, all so eager to socialize. 'Networking', as one called it. Wasn't it enough that they had to wear the masks of other people? That, half the time, didn't even exist? That was draining enough, and for her personally, it was either one or the other.

So there she sat, in a loveseat in the corner, face buried in the scripts and rehearsing her lines in her head, a bottle of water in her other hand. She was entirely absorbed in her mental rehearsals, she hardly noticed any changes in the room when Lyla announced her presence as she entered. The sound does make her ears perk up, though, and she lifts her head from the stack of papers to cast a side-long glance in her direction, acknowledging her presence.

Bubbly. Extroverted. Charismatic. Three words that described Lyla perfectly well both on-and-off-stage. Bridge was not these things. In fact, she was the exact opposite. Yet, she hardly minded Lyla at all despite the contrast. She rather appreciated it. She granted her a subtle nod and immediately went back to studying her lines.

[in celebration of the 1 month anniversary of this blog! an actor au :D and its a completely open rp starter!]

LYLA wiped the back of her hand on her forehead, the blazing heat of the set getting to her.

She had just finished filming one of her parts for the day, and now she was to wait on the sideline for her next queue.

Which could vary from taking one hour to a whole day.

The voice of her manager made her perk up, realizing he was telling her to go to her dressing room to touch up on her looks, and to converse with the other waiting actors.

LYLA nodded before slipping out of the recording room and going down the long winding hallway where she could faintly see some of her coworkers all mingling in the lounge room.

She waved when she walked in, a beaming smile on her face, “Just finished my part! Break time.”