#Electric Flesh

[videoreligion]

Electric Flesh (1996)

[bearotonin-international]

Apex predator, my ass. I’m going to pet the dog 🐻🐻‍❄️🐼

perhaps now is a good time for some responsible bear programming to remind everyone that as cute and cuddly as they may seem, bears are lethal apex predators and should absolutely be treated accordingly if ever encountered.

DO

NOT

PET

[latenightsundayblues]

TW: Eye injury, facial scars

Here it is, a messy little demonstration of what I think Stu's face would look like after the events of the first movie if they had survived (well, more like a bunch of ideas hastily stapled together and digitalized). I took some creative liberties, like Stu only having injuries on the left side of his face due to trying to shield it from the TV and the pattern of the scars bc it looks cooler. I really can't decide if he should only have the scar cutting over his lips or just a whole chunk of his cheek missing and exposing his teeth lol (please open the image Tumblr's about to make this one extra crunchy with fries on the side)

And.... Here's Billy. He gets a participation trophy.

[pathologising]

are you a man or woman

I'm the opposite of whatever you think I am and so much more

[corntort]

i had these mega high quality but tumblr can't handle it </3 so saddddd

[unohanadaydreams]

I've been watching the 12th division filler season for those sweet sweet screenshots of the 12th division so here are some of those. I think these are all from the first episode.

[astranauticus]

oh lol i forgot to post this robit sketches! because i have one (1) bit and im sure as hell gonna commit to it apparently

[drgnbld]

side character: Kori.

a non verse related kid I do have for Lance is his firstborn, Kori, who Lance had no idea existed until Kori turned 14 and got in touch via his mom, who happened to be one of Lance's short term relationships and hadn't spoken to at all in those 14 years.

Kori works in a pokémon sanctuary in Sinnoh and has rescued a few rare breeds of Dragons not known to the outside world but had heard stories of the clan having resources on them, and originally only wanted to use his familial connection to get that information.

over time though the two have a pretty good father son relationship, even if Kori didn't want anything to do with the clan.

[somethingunderthebedisdrooling]

Fawn Rogers (American, 1974), Electric Oyster, 2021. Oil on canvas, 65 x 85 in.

[videoreligion]

Electric Flesh (1996)

[creativemaniacshenanigans]

Greapdragahog

A Fusion of: Negasus (Yo-Kai Watch), Snapdragon (Plants vs Zombies), Jolthog (PalWorld), and Greavard (Pokemon)

Element: Shady, Wind, Vanguard, Neutral, Normal, Ghost, Dark, Ground, Psychic, Fairy, Fire, Electric, Ice, Water and Rock

Capabilities: Pickup, Fluffy, Chomp, Tornado, Negasus Waves, Negasus Curse, Hanging In, Dragon's Breath, Combat Training, Stronger Breath, Cell Activation, Ability Awaken, Fighting Power, Fire Dragon Breath, Jolt Bomb, Hooligan, Musclehead, Ferocious, Burly Body, Brave, Lord of Lightning, and Lv. 1 Generating Electricity

Resident to: Poison, Bug, Water, and Enemy Inspirits

Immune to: Normal, & Fighting

Natural Diet: They're Omnivores

Related to: Neighogavard, Shiny Greapdragahog, Shiny Neighogavard, Coldcrystal Greapdragahog, and Coldcrystal Neighogavard

Natural Habitat: Caverns, Dungeons, Grasslands, Nearing Rivers, Forests, Ruins, Mountains, Snowy Areas, Pirate Areas, and Shopping Districts

[spinningbagel]

Universe travellers//defenders(? I guess?) au

@liendrawing7071 wanted this one talked about so it's the next one on the chopping block.

Another one where the description is in the Au title.

The basics of it is that La Résistance are a group of travellers who travel different worlds/fandoms, helping to restore the worlds back to how they're supposed to be because of parasitic creatures making their way through the worlds and destroying them. (This is this Au's version of the mutants, though there's no cure to getting rid of them besides killing them all and their leader)

Sheriff and Shooter stumble into this business by pure accident, both being new workers at a very prestigious science lab (Dr. Whites Lab). Also their friendship is established from the start. Felt like mentioning it

Anyways, they end up in an area they're not actually supposed to be in and catch Vegan and BP going through one of the portals leading to another universe. Being idiots, they follow.

Chaos ensues, they almost die. Vegan and BP are rightfully pissed at them. They almost get fired when Dr. White intervenes and says more people helping isn't a bad thing and Sheriff and Shooter join the party [[yippie]]

So that happens and now they're travelling universes, helping each of them out and stuff. Idk. That's what I've got.

Also Ryan is alive and living in this Au, nothing bad happens to him (this isn't me being ominous, I'm being genuine when I say this. Man's deserves a break.) and he's got a pizza shop because Tori started that thought and I've never been able to let it go since.

OH yeah, Brutux is present I haven't forgotten about him. He's part of the group before Sheriff and Shooter, he's like the teams tank but will occasionally stay back with White to assist in researching the parasites.

So yeah, that's the basic outline for that Au, it's definitely one of my least fleshed out ideas but yk. Fuck it we ball.

Uhhh,,, ask box is always open for further questions 👍👍

[slippingintostones]

I feel like in the realm of “science fiction,” Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Tender is the Flesh, and Snow Crash create an interesting trilogy all surrounding western capitalism and its effects. On one side there’s Androids, where Dick creates an intense drive for empathy (for animals, primarily) as overcompensation for the lack of connection people have in the real lives towards other humans (think pigeon-heads, thing emigration to the moon, think Mercerism and empathy boxes) and the creation of androids as non-human, non-animal slaves that aren’t worthy of empathy but take over the labor that “real and worthy” humans “shouldn’t have to do” because they are intrinsically better than these other groups. And then there’s Tender is the Flesh, the most truly dystopian, that has cannibalism as a deep metaphor for how we’re already destroying and dehumanizing each other in the pursuit of capitalism: the intense cognitive dissonance we all reach for and support, not just allow, in order to go about our daily lives, and the death of empathy that leads humans to do such inhumane acts. And then there’s Snow Crash. The ultimate individualistic hyper-capitalistic future where everything is corporatized and empathy has dissolved to allow survival, because no one can afford to assist anyone else, and everyone relies on avatars to escape the super shitty world they can’t afford to change. I think these three all lend understanding to each other and allow for deeper interpretation of just how deep capitalism can go to undermine the control we think we have over society, and just how much personal power we have in such a deeply flawed system.

[orcelito]

OK WAIT here's a ITNL chapter 14 section that's not really spoilers. just a sweet lil section

after this is where it's more Spoilers. but for now. HERE U go. happy birthday vash & also Uhhhh @ ITNL readers I PROMISE i am working on the chapter. things r just hard lol

[a-christmas-carol-from-hr]

i'm very sorry that you have to have a body, one that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear, it will betray you, be used against you, then it will fail on you, my dear

tw: major character death, stroke

an: uh hi i crave validation and love to talk about this thing i’m working on so uh have one of the side pieces i wrote for it C:

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2012.

The Christmas Eve rain beat against the window as Jacob Marley, one half of Marley and Scrooge Financial, looked out over the London landscape. It was a terrible night, even by London’s standards. The rain seemed to lash at the window like some sort of typhoon, as if trying to break the glass and reach inside.

No doubt it was the rain that had brought on his headache.

Marley rubbed at his eyes as he looked out at the darkened sky. He’d had it ever since he’d gotten off the flight from New York. Must have been the elevation. He’d better not be picking up a flu from some nasty brat. He had no time to be sick. Scrooge was in Beijing until the New Year, closing out an account they’d been working on for years. It was his duty to hold down the fort until she returned, and he had no time to be ill.

But still the headache continued, throbbing persistently behind his eye. Fantastic. Americans.

Marley gave one last look at the infernal weather before turning and leaving his office. He needed a coffee.

Bob Crachit was in the kitchen, furiously stirring at some container on the counter. Her dark hair, barely held back with a cheap hair clip, tumbled over her face as she worked. She brushed it away, but all too soon it fell back again. Were Scrooge here, she’d have scolded Bob. She never looked presentable enough, the clothes she’d managed to scrape together that were office appropriate far below the standards of most everyone else in the firm. But Bob was the best executive assistant in London, and both Marley and Scrooge knew that. So her ‘issues’ were overlooked.

Even the most recent one. Bob stopped stirring at what looked like her dinner to place a hand on her stomach, winded from the effort. She was winded from most things these days, being nearly too pregnant to walk, let alone work. But business was business, and she needed the money. She rolled her neck one way and then the other, trying to gain some relief from her discomfort. And then she returned to her work. Bob was like that.

It made Marley feel a certain…way when he saw her fatigue, though he dare not voice it, even to himself. 

He didn’t bother to clear his throat as he entered, and Bob jolted in surprise as soon as she caught sight of him.

“Ah! Mr. Marley!” He had to give her credit. She could put on a happy face at the drop of a hat. What had been an expression of fatigue and discomfort turned to one of happy helpfulness. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously.” Marley replied. “How about a cup of coffee, Crachit?” “Oh, no thank you!” She said with a smile, her good humor not dampened by Marley’s general aura of unpleasantness. But she turned to start one anyway. “I don’t think we have any more of the Arabia you prefer, Mr. Marley. Ms. Scrooge said-.”

“Not to bother ordering any.” Marley finished with a grumble. Figures. The unpleasant smell of burnt sodium reached his senses, and he damn near recoiled, the pain in his head inflaming at the sense.

“Dear god, what is that?!”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Bob said, moving to move her meal. “It’s my dinner, sir. Instant ramen. I suppose it *is* a bit overdone.”

“You eat that slop?” He said incredulously. Bob laughed, embarrassed.

“It’s my late lunch. Just to tide me over until dinner. ‘Fraid I’m always hungry these days. But I can just toss it if it bothers you. After all, tonight we get a proper feast.” She said with ill-hidden delight. “The hubby’s getting it all ready. A proper roast meal. I’ve been saving for ages. I don’t think the Queen’ll eat better than we will.”

Marley doubted that, much to his own surprise. Crachit was ill-paid even by assistant standards, and much of her money went to supporting a disabled husband, paying London rent, and dealing with a now-impending baby. Why the damn fool got herself in the family way when she couldn’t afford it was beyond him. It was none of his business what others chose to do, but it became so when it hurt his business. And she’d be out on Mat Leave before long, and then what would they do. The girl was competent, even if it was her only saving grace. Very inconvenient. Bad for business.

His mind ached.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to breath out. Crachit stopped her prattling. “Mr. Marley?” She asked, quietly. “Are you alright?”

Her voice was so sincere. It nearly made him mad. The damn fool was worried about him, and he never spared her a thought of worry. Something, deep in his pained mind, prodded him. He didn’t like it.

“Fine. Headache. Look, Crachit.” He reached into his walled, pulling out a glossy credit card worth more than Bob’s entire family put together. “My head is killing me, and since Ms. Scrooge in her infinite kindness has seen it fit to deny me my coffee until the New Year, go get me one. From the cafe up the street. With-.”

“Oat milk and two stevia.” Bob replied instantly.”Of course, Mr. Marley. I’ll be right back.”

Marley turned to look out the window. And he looked at the meager meal Crachit had to eat. And something twisted in him again. “Crachit!” He called out. He heard the sound of footfalls before she poked her head around the corner.

“Yes?”

“Get a sandwich while you’re there.”

“Yes, of course.” Bob replied. “What would you like on it, Mr. Marley?”

“Whatever you want, you bloody fool. It’s for you?”

Bob’s eyes widened. “Me?”

“Did I stutter, Crachit?”

“No, sir.”

“Get my coffee and yourself a sandwich, and be quick about it. I need to review the New York notes with you.”

Crachit couldn’t hide her smile of pleasure as she nodded, and that made him feel even worse. Shouldn’t have even offered in the first place. Now his mind hurt from multiple things. He found himself wishing Scrooge was here. Things seemed easier when she was around. Facing their present made it easier to ignore the past. Especially on December 24th, of all nights, where Crachit had to be there with her baby bump and-

The pain burbled behind his left eye, springing up like water. Marley stumbled, bracing himself against the counter. *Jesus Christ* it hurt. He’d ask her to get pain killers on the way back. The strongest they had.

“Crachit!” He called out, hoping she was still in listening distance.

But the word did not leave his mouth. Distantly, as if underwater, he heard his own voice. He heard the shapeless sounds that cried from his mouth. And then, then Jacob Marley felt fear.

The pain grew, bursting out into his skull. It wrenched a scream from his throat and crippled his body, like a puppet whose strings all were cut at once. His limbs flailed out as he fell to the floor, that distant voice that was and wasn’t his own screaming all the while.

He felt himself hit the ground even all through the pain and his mind was melting, struck with volt after volt of electricity, and *jesus* he could feel every cell of his mind *die* and he was dying he had to be he was going to die, right here on the floor of his counting house and he was alone, all alone, and the pain rose up into his throat and into his body, chaining him to the floor and chaining him to his fading mind and chaining him to *god no please no here not alone not with her so far from me im sorry im sorry fire flame volt make it sTOP*

He thought the word *Ellen*.

And then he thought nothing at all.

[incomprehensi-bull]

man. i need to get around to playing ultrakill