#Oc: Matrix

[rubysundaey]

MATRIX ❤️💙 (xe/he)

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[pumpkinpatch-jack]

Break from the Halloween costumes for today (i am struggling with coming up with costumes for most of my characters) SO take a Matrix

[rurukas-arcade]

new oc time!! they’re inspired by both mxes and mangle c:

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: manipulative behavior, thats about it though

you stared at the honeysuckles climbing alongside the fence near the outskirts of your family's garden. as you continue examining them, it occurs to you that they seem to take on a vine-like shape, wrapping and constricting the fence. in front of the vines there are two smaller shrubs, also presumably honeysuckles.

as you stand there awkwardly lost in thought, oliver begins speaking. he takes one step forward as his eyes shift between the shrub and the vines, "there are three types of honeysuckle: shrubs, bushes, and vines."

he takes a careful step between the two shrubs and strides towards the vines, reaching a gentle hand out and caressing a pale pink, almost white blossom in his fingers. "while their flowers are pretty, in some places they can be invasive. they can block out sunlight, making it impossible for other plants to grow."

he's standing in front of you, so it's hard to gauge his expression. his voice is calm and serene, almost reverent as he speaks about the flowers.

"the pale pink flowers on the vines are likely common honeysuckle vines. while the pink tubular flowers on the shrub indicate that those are likely tatarian honeysuckles."

he slowly turns away from the vines as your eyes focus on his hand caressing the flower. in one swift motion he uses his left hand to pluck it off the vine, then turns towards the shrub. he's still standing in the same spot, but as he turns you can finally see his face.

his expression is cold, almost apathetic as he looks at the flowers. with how he sounded you would have expected him to at least be smiling. his dark brown eyes quickly meet yours before he looks at the shrub. he crouches down, still holding the pale pink flower in his left hand. his right hand reaches out gently to a darker pink blossom belonging to the shrub.

"chances are, some gardener got careless and either decided to plant these because they didn't feel like planting something higher maintenance... or they simply," he rips the flower off, "didn't notice that an invasive flower slipped into the garden..."

as he holds the pale pink flower in his left hand and a dark pink flower in his right, he finally shifts his body to face you and meets your eyes. his expression shifts to a much softer one as he looks at you, "i don't know what happened to you, but what i do know is that you are definitely acting different."

your blood runs cold, surprised he decided to bring this up again. you stand there for a second, about to reply before he smiles gently at you, catching you off guard.

"i know you have been having trouble with your memory, my love." he says, "it just..."

"it makes me so sad when you look at me like that... like..." you notice his eyes look sad, almost like he's tearing up as he speaks, "when you look at me like you don't know who i am, or what we were, or how much i love you."

he moves his hands to yours, gently taking your left palm and bringing it between the two of you. then he slowly holds up the two flowers in each of his hands, "obviously this isn't your fault, but..." he pauses, "i don't want to make you hate me by going too far too fast."

"so, i wanted to ask," he moves the dark pink tatarian honeysuckle towards you, "do you wish to resume our relationship, as passionate yet secret lovers," he moves the pale pink common honeysuckle flower closer to you, "or do you want to start over, from the moment where i got down on my knees and told you how much i love you for the first time?"

he looks at you gently, waiting for you to take one of the flowers in your hand, "i don't want to overwhelm you, darling, but please..."

"i just can't live without your love any longer. please, love, even if you don't remember, won't you fall in love with me again?"

a/n: (this is the part where my indecisiveness starts showing)

anyways !! would you like to "resume the relationship", start over, or say no to both (secret option he's not gonna say but i will)

[galoogamelady]

Is buttons (fallout) allowed to be happy for more than 15 minutes at a time or is he the punching bag? He just radiates this pitiful vibe. I want to give him an ice pack and a little box of cereal to nibble on.

Meg makes him happier than anything or anyone in the Vault.

It's possible he would have crawled back in there to have a miserable rest of his life if it wasn't for his newfound freedom in the wasteland and the meaningful relationships he made along he way.

[madmadmarie]

The other day I had this random idea for two monster high/monster high-adjacent characters inspired by the cat glitch in The Matrix (1999)! Not sure how it makes sense within the whole lore of monster high but like do you see the vision? I see it so bear with me hahaha

This design is a work in progress I'd say, I feel like especially Maddie isn't really where I want her to be design-wise but Im gonna keep working on it! It's been really fun so far to try and design characters that would feel legit in the MH universe while still keeping essential elements of my own personal style and taste<33

Also not sure yet about the name Maddie, originally I called her Mattie but then it was too similar to Catty (who is another MH black cat character lol), Maddie still feels too close but I don't have other ideas lol if anyone wants to help I'm open to suggestions!

I hope you like them so far:3

[tracklessreason]

@st0rmsp4rk

His name is Freestyle.

A laid back autobot, twice Wilder's size, with a unique ability to store his t-cog in his spark chamber to change into a smaller, cogless version of himself, which he used to his advantage as a tracker and spy.

He and Wilder first met at a base built on neutral ground. Freestyle needed to see a medic, as his ability came with the downside of his t-cog being badly damaged from the close proximity to his spark. Wilder was there scamming someone out of enough money to get himself seen as well.

You see, just like with humans, cannibalism has some adverse affects on the frame. Wilder has contracted a virus, which is corrupting his systems and slowly rusting him from the inside out. His joints are weak, his cravings are worse, and if he goes too long without eating, he can't think straight, mindlessly seeking a fix.

All he wanted when he came in was some work done on his joints, a little bit of the rust cleaned out so he could walk without the stumbling shuffle he'd developed. He'd overheard Freestyle fighting with the medic about his t-cog. The medic at the base was clearly very minimally trained, he didn't know that attempted surgery on a t-cog damaged by spark fusion would offline the patient.

Wilder stepped in and gave Freestyle his t-cog. He never used it anyways. He didn't expect Freestyle to be so thankful, to follow him around insisting he owed his life to Wilder. He even paid for Wilder to get his joints fixed.

Against his better judgement, Wilder got close to Freestyle. They were more than friends really, though Wilder drew the line at anything beyond sleeping together. He tried to leave frequently, afraid of Freestyle finding him out, and also unable to stay in one place too long, but Freestyle was an excellent tracker, and always caught up eventually.

He happened to catch up once while Wilder was in the middle of a meal. They had a fight, Freestyle was understandably horrified and disgusted, blaming Wilder for his sickness and calling him a danger to other mechs. His gratitude at having a new t-cog was now anger at potentially catching Wilder's virus. Wilder explained himself, apologized over and over again. Freestyle soon calmed down. He understood that Wilder needed to eat. Promising never to tell, they parted ways.

From then on, Wilder was alone again. During a usual day of shifting through a scrapyard, Wilder heard heavy breathing, smelled energon.

He found a half dead bot, trying to hide out from the Decepticon forces. The femme knew she was already done for, but she was carrying. She begged Wilder to take her spark into his chamber, to keep it safe.

Wilder didn't have a choice. He didn't know what his sickness might do to a sparkling, but he couldn't turn down a mother's last wish. He said yes.

Now, carrying a sparkling and too close to Decepticon territory, Wilder had to run. He was in hiding for weeks, trying to subside off of energon only, for the sparkling's sake, though his virus made him intolerant.

It had been years since Wilder had been in charge of someone's life, and he was determined not to screw it up. He was emotional as hell, to be honest. When he was younger, still bright eyed and full of life, he'd dreamed of having a sparkling of his own one day. The circumstances weren't ideal, but he was already in love with his bitlet.

He was tucked away just on the outskirts of Autobot territory, when he happened across Freestyle. Wilder was cautious, but Freestyle didnt attack him, instead asking if Wilder was ok. Wilder told Freestyle that he was expecting. He got a little carried away even, explaining how he'd built some rudimentary medical equipment to keep tabs on the spark. He was mid sentence, when he say the look in Freestyle's eyes. They were in a war, Wilder had seen that look before.

He wasn't strong, he wasn't big. He couldn't stop Freestyle from pinning him down.

Freestyle explained, optics void of emotion, that Wilder's sickness was one thing, but that he it would corrupt the sparkling, and that he wouldn't let an abomination be born.

He forced the plates of Wilder's chassis open, exposing his spark. A small flicker of light circled it lazily. As Wilder struggled and screamed, Freestyle took the tiny spark between his servos...

And he crushed it.

What followed was a fight. All out, weapons and fists, Wilder gone absolutely insane as he attacked his former friend relentlessly.

The autobot base nearby was alerted and before long the two of them were found, Wilder holding a sharp spike of metal to Freestyle's throat.

The two were pulled apart, Freestyle explaining that he'd been attacked out of nowhere by this crazed sick mech who he'd found eating someone. Wilder was taken in to custody, sobbing and enraged over his sparkling, so much so he didn't realize he was being lead to the autobot headquarters, where Hive Prime and Ratchet awaited.

[gleamer]

"we can load anything from clothing to equipment. weapons. training simulations. anything we need. even your vape pen."

[wishingstarinajar]

Yeeaaah, Pummel ain't listening to whatever you're explaining, Starflare, and Tau knows it.

Pummel and Tau belong to @stankychee~

[vileidol]

Hello again, friend of a friend

matrix can have a little evil ex breakup song, as a treat

(OC from Infamous by @infamous-if)

[123batfam123]

rp story warning ⚠️ suicide

Max was sitting I her room crying to herself silently, she had a razor in her hand she had cut her self at least 10 times , she had done it before to feel something besides sadness when she younger ,but now she just felt numb she felt empty , with her mother's death , Eliza her girlfriend leaving and her best friend micha too , she just couldn't take it . She didn't now when she decided it ,but she took the razor and dug into her wrist hard till a gush of blood started falling , then the other she did the same , she was now laying there with blood slowly filing the floor tears falling and the slightest relief inside of her.

@elizapage444

@micahberkhoff

@prof-erik-lehnsherr

[rubysundaey]

various assorted reference sheets for my artfight

[crypticsketchpad]

HEY FOLKS DIDJA MISS ME. anyways here’s something I’ve been workin on for the past few weeks, some actual reference pics for the folks from these posts! I think it’s time they got a proper ref and lore post (it’s been, what, over a year since I made them?), soooooo :] buckle up. individual pics + bios under the cut; content warning for death, gore/body horror, unethical science and/or medical malpractice, I guess some minor mentions of self harm and emotional abuse… let’s just say they’ve been through a lot

CHIMERA

they/it - 23’5 - ~400 y/o - epic wubbox..?

Chimera can only be described as a true monstrosity among monsterkind. Its three components were unfortunately torn apart in an interdimensional travel accident, and in a desperate attempt to save them, their sibling Matrix decided to combine the three into one semi-intact body. Whether or not their efforts were successful is debatable; Chimera is highly physically unstable, and isn’t exactly all there mentally. It’s usually kept away from the eyes of the public, housed in the bowels of the Ethereal Island castle.

Resents Matrix for bringing them back, as they use this fact to control them. They insist that Chimera owes them their lives, and that they should be grateful, but constantly mistreats and neglects them.

Most of its original mechanical parts were damaged in the incident, so their body’s construction is supplemented by the body parts of other ethereal monsters.

EEKTO

The “primary” head, Eekto has the most control over Chimera’s body. It’s the only one who can see and hear clearly (though not by much…), so it serves as the collective’s eyes and mouth. Associated with the element of plasma, it now constantly leaks plasmic goop from its mouth, eyes, and neck joints, making it hard to speak without choking on its own saliva. The flame that engulfs its eyes grants Eekto enhanced vision in the dark, and allows it to detect things that aren’t visible to the average monster. In life, it was the oldest of the five siblings.

NOCK

The second most active head, what Nock lacks in hearing and sight it makes up for in chattiness. It’s the main mouth of the body, consuming large amounts of food at once in order to sustain all three of them. While usually relying on Eekto to be its eyes, it can also “see” by using its long, snake-like tongue to smell its surroundings, and is capable of picking up minor sound vibrations with the membranes of its Grumpyre wing “ears”. Nock’s demeanor is almost always disturbingly cheerful, and it seems to be in blissful denial of its current situation. It’s always happy to strike up a conversation with whatever monster happens to stumble upon them while lost in the castle- unless it’s Matrix, of course.

FRAKTAL

Fraktal, associated with the element of Crystal, was the worst fatality of the trio. Its head is basically all that remains of its original body, but even so, it’s in very bad shape. Frozen in a state of decay, it’s become a host to many crystalline growths that have covered its mangled face and “neck”. It is completely unresponsive to outside stimuli, and only ever moves when one of its other two siblings decides to move their shared body’s tail. The other two, however, act as if it is still alive somehow, treating and addressing it as such. Sometimes, though, one of the other heads may sense a signal from their tail; a faint, abstract thought that is not their own.

MATRIX

they/them - 11’1” - 431 y/o - rare wubbox

A self-proclaimed “genius” scientist, Matrix loves nothing more than to upgrade themself and others through body modification. Creating questionable prosthetics from miscellaneous materials, they kidnap and experiment on monsters against their will, leaving them mutilated at best, and in some cases, whatever unfortunate victim enters their lab never comes out. Matrix’s mission is to “improve” the lives of the Ethereal monsters, who they’ve proclaimed themself the leader of. They see other monsters as nothing more than test subjects who should be happy for the help they’re providing, falsely believing that their work will benefit monsterkind as a whole, and that anyone who opposes is simply ungrateful.

The first rare wubbox to ever exist, Matrix used their supernatural ability to create interdimensional rifts to access the human world. Inspired by what they saw, they rebuilt every part of themself in order to reflect that technological influence. Pleased by their transformation, they created copies of themself, which they distributed across the monster world; as such, nearly every rare wubbox is a clone of Matrix, with a few exceptions.

Using their aforementioned interdimensional abilities, they’ve shut off Ethereal Island from the rest of the monster world, preventing anyone other than themself from entering or leaving. Any Ethereal monsters who live on the Natural Islands are descended from ones who left their home island before Matrix and co’s arrival.

They were the one who rebuilt Chimera, and the perceived success of this operation is what inspired them to experiment on other monsters in an attempt to make them better than they were before. They also use this fact to keep Chimera under control, constantly reminding them that they literally owe them their lives.

Their extra set of tail-arms were assembled from parts leftover from Chimera’s creation. These arms are very flexible, and can extend and retract slightly, though they are not as strong as one may think. (Which means that unfortunately, Matrix can’t do the Doc Ock arm walk thingy.)

While Chimera’s components are affiliated with three of the Ethereal elements, Matrix is affiliated with the Mech element, and was taught the basics of engineering by one of their creators, a Vhamp named Khord. In the present day, they find Mech-element monsters the ideal subject to use for their projects.

ZYPHUR

it/its - 12’3” - 427 y/o - common wubbox

Scarred and damaged- not just physically but mentally- by the horrors it’s had to participate in, Zyphur is Matrix’s unwilling lab assistant. Serving as the brawn to its sibling’s brains, its main role is to gather subjects for Matrix to use in their experiments; it’s easily large and powerful enough to capture and restrain the other Ethereal monsters, but that doesn’t make the process any easier for all involved. Zyphur resents its job, and feels terrible forcing its captives to participate in the twisted whims of its older sibling, but it really doesn’t have a choice. It depends on them for food, shelter, and care, and feels obligated to help them due to familial ties. Despite this, Matrix constantly berates, mistreats, and manipulates it, keeping it as their own little lackey for whatever tasks they need done.

It was forced to help gather Chimera’s body parts immediately after the accident, and assisted Matrix in reassembling them. It was in a state of shock the entire time, still reeling from its own injuries, and begging its one remaining sibling for some semblance of comfort, which it never received. Before the accident, Matrix was often dismissive but still kind towards Zyphur, but this soon changed to pure disdain and superiority towards it in the aftermath.

Ended up the least scathed after the accident, with its most major injury being a severe head wound, practically ripping half its face apart. Despite Matrix’s efforts to repair it, this wound never healed properly, leaving a massive scar on one side of its mouth.

Associated with the Poison element, which is clearly visible in its eyes. Its major bodily fluids (notably tears, blood, and saliva) are tinted a vivid green and are somewhat acidic, leaving marks on whatever they touch. They are also toxic to other monsters and may cause skin damage or poisoning when exposed to them. In theory, Zyphur is capable of spitting jets of poison saliva as a defense mechanism, but tends to just let it passively drip out of its mouth.

Due to the extreme neglect, trauma, and isolation it’s had to endure, Zyphur is somewhat developmentally stunted, and behaves much younger than it is. When the Cataclysm and subsequent accident happened, it was mentally around 15 years old, and hasn’t emotionally progressed much since.

Most of the time, when its parts haven’t been repaired for a while, the edges of its gauntlet pieces are broken, with pieces of the prongs on the end often missing. This damage is self inflicted, fueled by Zyphur’s guilt towards the pain others have suffered because of it. It feels that Chimera’s components didn’t deserve to undergo such a horrible fate, and that it should have taken their place instead. Matrix simply sees this damage as the result of clumsiness, and often scolds it because of this.

Refuses to interact with Chimera- or any other monster, really- whenever it can help it; the feelings of guilt it holds about their situations are too painful to bear.

Very malnourished, and doesn’t get to eat real food very often. Its main diet consists of Matrix’s leftovers and whatever mutilated, “unusable” monster parts remain after their experiments.

ALVA

it/its - 13’5” - 433 y/o - common wubbox

A brilliant (albeit shut-in) scientist, Alva is the creator of Wublin Island and its denizens. When not looking after its “children” (the Wublins), it spends most of its time tinkering and experimenting with new ways to put the knowledge gained from its previous projects to good use. Between these two tasks, it’s almost always exhausted, and tends to overwork itself, refusing to sleep for days and putting its work and the needs of the Wublins before its own well-being. Despite this behavior, Alva is mostly satisfied with the life it’s built for itself.

One of the oldest living wubboxes from the Dawn of Fire, and one of the first to be created; it lived through the Cataclysm but doesn’t like to talk about its experience very much.

VERY bad at caring for itself in general; it doesn’t replace its parts as often as it should, causing itself chronic pain and fatigue. Alva tries to remedy this by occasionally using a shoddy cane it made for itself, but doesn’t do so often, insisting it’s fine- often while visibly having difficulty standing and walking.

Adores the Wublins and would do anything for them; though it’s quite exhausting caring for them all, it loves them very much, and tries its best to keep them happy. This also involves it hiding any sort of negative emotions or pain it feels in front of them, as it doesn’t want its children to worry about it.

Inherited the gift of the spark of life from its creator, a Galvana named Ivolta, who was the original inventor of the wubbox.

Typically doesn’t interact with the outside world much, but periodically allows airships from other islands to bring it supplies and monster eggs. It doesn’t like to leave the island, but may do so on rare occasions if its expertise is needed- namely, it was recently contacted by a team of monsters who want to use its statue-waking tech to reawaken the newly discovered Celestials.

Before the fall of Starhenge, Alva was Matrix’s best friend; the two were very close, bonding over their similar interests in robotics and bioengineering, and often collaborated on projects. However, after seeing how drastically different they are now and how harmful their “work” has become, it is disgusted by them, refusing to speak to them, despite their constant, oblivious attempts to befriend it again.

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PHEW that was a lot haha, anyways, if anyone has any questions about these guys, feel free to ask in the replies or my askbox! (i’ll try and respond in a timely manner lmao) been working on this storyline for a while now and I can definitely expand on some of these things if anyone’s interested :]

[kartoonkane]

Dot Matrix Doe

[vaguely-concerned]

the sheer number of funerals, memorials and general scenes to do with mourning rook comes along to does start to take on a faintly darkly comedic edge the second time around. the universe is trying to tell them something and oh my maker they've got air pods in they can't hear us

[yayasvalveplay]

I'm Traumatizing the BOY!!!!!

"Matrix, Matrix, why must you possess my body?" "if I don't, you won't do what must be done." "Oh Matrix that was too honest" "Then pretend you didn't hear me."