#SCI+TEC

[alphamecha-mkii]

Sins of a Solar Empire 2 - TEC Ragnarov Class Titan

[heroicgartist]

YESSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! I really love this because I straight up love exploring the good sided intentions/aspects of what Vault Tec could've been through characters and scenarios that are affiliated with anything vault tec related.

I really love these scenes and the concept of actually being able to push towards the future as what Vault Tec slogans intended, but with NOT ONLY good intentions, but actually performing good actions as much as one could possibly push themselves to do out in the wasteland.

The hopeful aspect of Fallout is what I really love because it explores that ideas, concepts, and people themselves are not far too gone from ever realizing the unknown (hopefully good) future. Plus it is a very fun sci-fi trope where something/someone is burdened with history of tragedy, but within the right hands/eyes, the potential for good is always present.

Every occasion where Lucy MacLean turned to the Vault Boy for guidance

When she looks at the poster in Vault 33 and decides to head to the surface on her own. She makes the decision because she wants to find her dad, but also, as Moldaver susses out once Lucy makes it to the Observatory, learn Moldaver's motivations for abducting him.

When she sees the bobblehead in Ma June's store, and decides to try and talk down the Ghoul. It's the right thing to do, even if she's not armed with an appropriate weapon.

When she attempts to look at the fading billboard while being marched by the Ghoul across the Wasteland.

When the Ghoul (the OG Vault Boy) tells her that she can either stay with the fallen Maximus and get killed when the Brotherhood arrive to take the Observatory, or come with him to "meet her makers". Lucy thinks for a moment, and decides to literally turn to the OG Vault Boy for guidance because she knows he's right: "meeting her makers" is the only real choice she has. Because Vault 33 ain't home anymore with the revelations about what her father did. And she also knows Wilzig's right about her having become a "different animal entirely" from these past few weeks in the Wasteland.

[neutrinojem]

(via "NJ Comic Book Superhero Character with Guns" iPhone Wallet for Sale by NeutrinoJem)

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

What if the yandere TEC boys fell for a reader who’s an actor who’s starring in a bunch of blockbuster films (Pete’s s/o could be playing the final girl in a bunch of horror movies or Jerry’s s/o could be the hot elf girl in fantasy movies)

I Wish I Was a Dumb Pop Star So The Words Didn’t Matter to You

Summary: Yandere! Epilogue! TEC x Famous Actor! Reader

TW/CW: Yandere tendencies, Obsessive behavior, stalking, implied blackmail, blood (VFX), implied kidnapping, creepy behavior

A/N: I decided to combine these asks because they’re similar to each other + can’t imagine them crushing on actors who venture outside of the genre. Hope you two anons like this!

Reblogs are appreciated!

- Bill “thought” he got over you. Sure, he still stalked your social media profiles, wrote love letters and sent them to your P.O. Box (always returned), and he was constantly raging in his room about loosing you, especially since moving to Wisconsin

- But he was over you! He just thought of you 23/6 instead of 24/7. At least he could now sleep and have a day not dreaming about you

- However, it all changed when he picked up the new MCU movie. He rolled his eyes. “Great. Another X Men reboot”

- He didn’t see it in theaters (being perceived in public just highlighted how much of “a failure” he was), so he decided to watch it in his dingy basement, the TV screen flickering in the dark barren room

- That’s when he saw you. Somehow, you got the role of the beauty herself: Emma Frost. Bill watched as her Fireclub outfit moved ever so smoothly through action scenes. Watching as you flirt with Magneto while Nightcrawler and Rouge infiltrated Krackoa. The film was a promise of a new beginning of her character.

- For Bill, it was a new way of watching you. Finally, no longer would be restricted to looking at your profile pictures, palming himself and panting with pleasure

- Instead, he has you in HD DVD. Fighting off enemies and saving the day.

- He was on line the moment items released. He tore through kids and other neckbeards just to get the Emma Frost figure based on you

- Hundreds upon hundreds of his money wasted on figures of Emma Frost, character posters of Emma Frost, even commissioning a body pillow of you as Emma Frost

- His whole basement has become a shrine for you. You’re like his goddess at this point. No more does he have to worry about what he has to live you; it’s to see you on the big screen, of course

- He even already has a ticket to visit you at this year’s Comic Con. It gets him going, just thinking about you and your expression upon seeing him. It’ll be like he never left your side!

- For Josh, it would be him seeing you play as Tasha Yar in the Star Trek reboot

- All those nights sobbing and screaming at your profile, living a successful life without him

- How dare you move on without him?! Did you not see the love letters he poured into your locker? The constant gifts he placed outside of your home? Not even when he tried striking a conversation?! Was that not enough for you?!

- Even at college, all he could think about was you! Assignments became about you! Lord knows the professor embarrassed him reading them out loud. Great, now even his classmates knew about you: his dirty little secret

- One night, he was TV surfing channels again until he stopped at the Sci Fi channel. There, a random new episode of the Star Trek Reboot played, and there you were. The new and improved Tasha Yar. Helping the Starship Enterprise on their biggest mission yet

- His eyes could’ve popped out there were so large. He kept replaying your role over and over again. Watching you elegantly explained the monster upon the enterprise while helping the new captain. You did this role so much justice

- You made the original Tasha Yar look like a big fat slobbering pig

- His fanfics were now solely Tasha Yar focus. His self insert was her long lost lover, desperately trying to reunite the two. He always succeeds in the end

- He didn’t care about finishing assignments at this point. All he wanted was you. YOU!

- He no longer care that his professor and his classmates knew. In fact, it made it all the better for them to learn about “the love of his life”

- When he got to be an article editor, they were entirely focus on your character and Star Trek in general. Even if the articles didn’t do well, he thinks the world should know the beauty of such an important character (even if you only appear in one episode)

- May even score an interview for you. He’ll be staring at you creepily while asking you basic, almost elementary questions. You, being recorded and now an all time celebrity, are forced to answer these questions as professionally as possible.

- Even that doesn’t work. It just fuels Josh to be more pushy, more aggressive with your claim to fame

- Pete knew you were going to be a success. Even as you fainted at the site of blood, your “acting” and reactions were move quality

- Even as he watched Scream and TCM, he’d always picture the final girl being you. Covered in blood, getting the upper hand and always winning at the end of the day

- So, when he saw you being part of a major franchise, he knew what this meant

- He watched it on the premiere day. Excited fans watching the latest installment of the new franchise. Pete, however, was excited to see you in action

- And BOY! You did not disappoint! It’s like you knew the character inside and out! His favorite part was watching the final chase. You and the final killer running while the score screams at itself. It was like magic itself, expect it’s real!

- He keeps buying tickets to see your latest installment. You were always better on the big screen anyway

- Constantly brought props you used in that movie. That even included the bloodied T shirt you wore when blood was sprayed in your direction.

- He showed that memorabilia like a proud parent. It was like watching his partner finally having their dreams come true. He worships the other objects like sacred artifacts

- It makes his treatment of the actresses at Sick Mofo worse. Constantly getting snippy because they weren’t you. They couldn’t give “the performance of their lifetime” because he failed to realize the difference between a porno and acting for a huge franchise

- While all that’s happening, he’s been planning something special. He’s gather a couple of supplies for when you go backstage to meet your fans

- …Don’t worry! He’s not going to hurt you (Yet). Consider this a bonding opportunity (kidnapping you and showing how much a big fan he is)

- Good for you!

- Jerry found out you were the fair maiden when he went to see the only fantasy movie that caught his eye this year

- And surprise surprise! He saw you! Basking in the sun’s glory while you helped the hero defeat the evil that was cursing the land

- It’d been a while since he last saw you. The blackmail document he had was decaying on his ancient computer, but this sparked something in him

- He found out you graduated from theatre school and managed to find a leading role almost immediately (thanks to your good looks + acting skills)

- In fact, you were filming another movie just 20 minutes where her MtG tournaments were held. No worries!

- Cuts to him parked outside of the filming site. He watches you and the director reading the next lines of the movie while you stood prettily for the public to see

- Oh, how he wishes you two were still dating. He’d bring you flowers and compliment you on your looks. Maybe even watching you act before going inside.

- Drool dribble down to his chin. God, you were a dream boat still.

- Maybe parking his car and staring at you for 10 minutes was normal, yeah. It was like his little treat for the day.

- However, that treat turned into medicine. You were something he craved. Seeing you appear in any form helped him function for the rest of the day

- If he couldn’t see you, it just made him a bad person. Snapping at people, becoming antsy. On bad days, he doesn’t even participate because it’s so bad

- He needed you, and he needs you fast.

- Luckily, that old document was still on his computer. Sending this to your agent could be the push you need to finally “reunite” with him

- Yeah. This will all be worth it in the end

[efy727]

Role Swap AU: Susie and Taranza

Hey, hey, hey, new roleswap au!

Ok, ok. I finally decided to post this. This thing is being in the works since 2023. I originally kept it to myself as I perfected the designs and story (and got swept away by other projects...) but here it is: My Kirby Role Swap Au!

It started out with just the idea what if THESE TWO swapped roles. Triple Deluxe and Planet Robobot are some the most thematic heavy games, gardens and technology, fairytales and sci-fi, a kingdom and a company.

I kind of goes against my usual patterns, I usually show off main characters first, but I think this duo represents better my vision. I'll slowly showcase other characters whenever I get the chance.

Anyway, let me elaborate in my au versions of these characters.

Taranza:

A young inventor from a distant planet and a rather recent hire of Sectra Labs Inc., a company that specializes in biotechnology and bionics, that is genetic manipulation and mechanical enhancements. This company explores the universe to harvest new specimens for their experiments. In their travels, Taranza hopes of reuniting with an old friend.

When thinking about this au, I didn't want things to be just changing roles, but also a few story details and how they play out. So, I made SLI a bio tec company instead of a robotics one.

Taranza, then, doesn't use magic but his own inventions (he doesn't have any genetic alterations as he is new). I drew how electricity just bolts from his gloves, he also has invisibility and a sticky solution he can shoot. I also gave him these expressive goggles just because I like those.

In story, he is a bit peeved about having to deal with the interloper in his first planetary harvest trip; but we also get to see a dorkier side of him as he gushes about what he or the company has made to deal with the pink pest, I'm thinking Varian from Tangled.

But also, as the plot moves, he grows concerned about how intrusive the harvest process actually is as he joined for a legit interest of helping improving lives using processes of nature, like Joronia used to do. Oh, the pain he will find in the end.

Susie:

Through the islands of Crystalia descended a mysterious lady who captured Lord Meta Knight, but why? Whatever her mission is, she won't tell. Yet it's clear she will use any tricks to not let anyone get in her way. With her magic crystal, she can control the elements.

Oh Susie, Susie, Susie. I had this long conundrum. Ok, Tanzy has mechanical enhancements to replace magic, but in a way different to how Susie uses tech (it wasn't always like that); but how do I do something similar to Susie?

I came up with the wand, but that wasn't enough. This came up to me recently, but what if she could just create elemental armor around her? Something like how certain character does in Ninjago Dragons Rising; but is wind, is water, it can be anything! She does have other things too, like her crossbow.

She is a woman on a mission, but this time is Crystalia instead of Floralia. I wanted something natural and pretty, but that kinda aligns better with the characters involved. Kirby still has to climb the Dreamstalk using Sunstones, though.

Opossed to Taranza, Susie seems to have some sort of secret plan. She is less chatty, acts more somber. Could it be related to her being a wanted fugitive by the kingdom?

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Ok, this winded up longer than intended. I hope you find my idea interesting. I'll get to more entries when I can, might drop at random days, I have other projects I want out. Could look up "EFY's Kirby role swap au" to find more entries... or just follow me (・・。)ゞ

Thanks for taking some interest!

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

So I've decided to reread the comics for the upteeth time and it got me thinking, how do you think the tec would react to having a s/o that's just as toxic and degenerate as them >:3c

(Lol them meeting their match is gonna be- Oh boy)

Bill Dickey x equally toxic/degenerate S/O:

Bill wouldn’t just like a partner who’s as rotten as him—he’d worship the ground they stomped on, at least at first. He’s the kind of guy who wants a partner who can match his rage rant for rage rant, quote obscure media just as obnoxiously, and humiliate others in the name of "fandom superiority." If you're verbally destroying some poor soul online while yelling about canon continuity errors, he'd probably say, “That’s my girl/guy/them!” with tears in his eyes.

But here’s the thing—Bill is a control freak. He sees himself as the alpha nerd in any room. So when his partner starts out-toxic-ing him, stealing his thunder during a nerd tirade, or calling him out on his hypocritical gatekeeping? Oh boy. That’s when the fireworks start.

He’d be:

Enraged, but also weirdly flustered.

Petty as hell. Like purposely misquoting your favorite sci-fi monologue just to piss you off.

Constantly trying to one-up you, even in mutual destruction.

Arguments would be legendary. You’d both yell until someone’s voice cracks and someone else’s collectibles get flung across the room. Then you’d probably hate-makeout or angrily binge-watch Babylon 5 like nothing happened.

And yet, despite (or because of) the toxicity, he'd brag about you to others like:

> “You wouldn’t get it, Jerry. My s/o’s real. They threw a slur at a Funko Pop collector once. I almost proposed.”

Bill wouldn’t admit it out loud but you have his ass whipped and you are his worst enemy, but he'd need someone just as messed up as him to feel less like a loser. Someone who validates his degeneracy and still somehow sticks around. It'd be co-dependent, angry, and probably end in broken furniture—but he'd secretly consider it the most meaningful connection he's ever had.

Josh x equally toxic/degenerate S/O:

Josh is the kind of guy who thinks he wants a sweet, understanding partner who “gets” him—but when he actually ends up with someone who’s just as bitter, neurotic, and fandom-addicted as he is? He spirals.

You two would be that couple who get kicked out of comic book shops for arguing about canon loud enough to scare the employees. You’d both spew venom online under different usernames, then gas each other up like:

> “That takedown post you made about that guy who likes the Abrams Trek movies? That was beautiful. I left a comment with a .GIF.”

He’d act all defensive and cranky when you’re around others—bragging about how your relationship is based on “mutual intellectual superiority”—but deep down, he’s addicted to the chaos. You'd enable each other’s worst habits. Obsessive collecting. Screaming fights over which anime arc sucked more. Using fandom as a weapon in your actual relationship fights.

But Josh is insecure. Big time.

If you ever criticize him the way you do the rest of the world, it’d cut him deep. He'd lash out with one of his self-righteous, borderline-incoherent rants, calling you a “fake nerd elitist dilettante traitor” (yes, he’d say all that in one breath). Then sulk for three days while obsessively rewatching DS9 and quoting Garak at you passive-aggressively.

Still, he'd be helplessly attached. Even when things get toxic, he’d need you around like a comfort blanket he can also scream at.

You’d probably:

Get in fights at conventions and high-five about it later.

Argue about ethics in game journalism during making out

Make each other mixtapes full of spiteful punk songs and anime OSTs. And classical star wars sound tracks.

At the end of the day, he'd rather fight with someone who gets him than be with someone who doesn’t care about the real stuff. You’re poison in the same flavor. And he’s never letting go.

Pete x equally toxic/degenerate S/O:

At first? Pete is in heaven.

He meets someone who rants about “casuals” and punches holes in Funko Pop boxes with the same fire he has? Someone who lights up like a Molotov cocktail when someone says “I liked the live-action adaptation”? He’s into it.

> “Yo, my s/o threatened to spit in a guy’s eye for calling Alien 3 underrated. That’s f***in’ hot.”

He’d act like the mature one in public, rolling his eyes when you go on a tirade—but the moment you’re alone? He’s telling you how cool it was, laughing with you while you both trash on someone’s fandom take like a roast session from hell.

But here’s the catch: Pete wants to think he’s better than everyone, including you, sometimes. If you get too toxic, outshine him, or drag him into your messes?

He’ll get defensive. Like:

> “Why the hell would you post that? Now they’re gonna think I agree with you! Jesus, babe, tone it down—”

Which is rich coming from the guy who once threw a Slurpee at someone for misquoting Army of Darkness.

Still, he’d never fully stop you. You’re his chaos twin. The Tiffany to his angry Chucky. He respects that you don’t take sh*t and that you’ll always take his side—even when he’s objectively wrong. (Which is, let’s be real, often.)

You two would:

Chain-smoke after vicious internet fights like war buddies.

Laugh meanly at cosplayers you hate together.

Have intense, hormonal-charged arguments about whether practical effects are superior (you agree—but still fight anyway).

There’d be some real loyalty under all that aggression. Pete’s the type to stand behind his s/o in a bar fight, even if it was your fault. Especially if it was your fault.

And if someone else insults you?

> “Hey, I can call them a self-righteous poser. You can’t. Say that again and I’ll staple your tongue to a box set of The Thing.”

In short? It’s loud, it’s petty, it’s defensive—but somehow, it works. Against all odds, Pete finds love in a mirror made of nerd rage and bad coping mechanisms.

Jerry x equally toxic/degenerate S/O:

At first, Jerry would act like he’s above it.

> “I mean… yeah, my partner gets a little heated online, but it’s just because they care about integrity in fandom, you know? They’re really passionate.”

Meanwhile, you’re live-tweeting death threats to someone who said Evangelion was “mid.”

Secretly? He’s obsessed with you.

You're the only person who makes him feel seen. You watch hentai and don’t flinch. You roast bad animation and toxic fan communities with surgical precision. You quote Berserk at him during foreplay. He’s sweating. He’s trembling. He’s yours.

But he’s also deeply insecure.

When you start getting more attention than him in fandom spaces? Or when you make jokes about his creepy little figure collection he’s pretending isn’t creepy? He’ll get all sulky and weird about it.

> “It’s not, like, weird to have a full resin cast of Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo. It’s art. And the panties came like that.”

He’s the type to spiral emotionally if you call him out, then try to guilt-trip you with his “sensitive guy” schtick. But you, being just as rotten, clap back harder. Suddenly he’s flustered and crying.

Still, your relationship would thrive in the shadows. You’d spend nights:

Watching trashy OVA VHS tapes from the ‘90s while you both pretend it’s for “aesthetic.”

Arguing about which magical girl transformation was more badass.

Co-writing long, disturbing fanfiction under anonymous handles—then reading it to each other in bed.

You both would Build each other OP Magic the gathering decks.

Jerry is pathetic, but with an equally degenerate s/o? He’s emboldened. Enabled. You let him be a little freak without judgment, and that’s more love than he’s ever gotten.

He’d never leave. He’s too scared he’ll never find someone who can both match his depravity and bully him just enough to feel alive.

[the-batacombs]

Ooh okay. I haven't read a ton (work in progress!) so here's just a handful that I thought were fun/good intros/made me want to hand them out to my friends:

Batman: Night of the Monster Men

Batman: The Knight

Batman Universe

Future State: Dark Detective

Actually there’s a challenge: a list of Batman trades people should consider recommending instead of The Usual. Here’s my start (using titles I can find in print):-

Detective Comics: Gotham Nocturne

Batman: Failsafe

Batman Ego

Batman: The Black Mirror

Gotham Knights: Transference

Batman: Gotham by Gaslamp

Batman: A Death in the Family (basically always packaged with ALPOD)

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest

Batman by Francis Manapul & Brian Buccellato

Go!

[call-me-rucy]

Cetaganda ch. 14

I have to admit that the image of Miles solving everything while Ivan just lays on the floor is quite funny.

So we're really riding to battle in a what's essentially a sci-fi wheel chair with a 80 year old woman and completely unarmed. I loooove these books.

Wow this really is a powerful team! Infiltration, check!

Okay no, we're not unarmed if we have knocking out drug.

Miles hanging from the back of the chair is a fun image as well.

Palm-locks being weak is finally plot relevant!! Yay!!

She donated SIX layers of clothes to Nadina?!?! SIX?? I have understimated the haut once more.

Um, excuse me, but this is an emergency. I find it funny that he still has time to be polite.

"Ugh!" said Pel. "Barrayarans."

I miss Cordelia dearly.

Vibraknife has been translated! Yay! Now that I'm thinking translations, if a plasma arc does not appear in this book that would mean we lose the only common translation thread there was left.

Our forces have increased in one old lady.

Wdym fast-penta doesn't work on haut? This gene modifying thing is driving me half crazy with its ethic implications.

"How do we get in?" asked Miles. "Should we knock?" "I guess so,” said Pel. She lowered the screen for a second, knocked, and raised it again. "It was a joke!" cried Miles, horrified.

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

CIPHER LAB! CIPHER LAB!! CIPHER LAB!!

"All right," said the exhausted-faced tec, "let's start with branch seven thousand three hundred and six. Seven hundred more and we've got it, I swear."

Sounds like a cipher lab alright lol

THE BUBBLES ARE INMUNE TO STUNNERS?! Where is this technology everywhere else in the universe???

Are you sending... YOU'RE SENDING THE KEY TO EVERYONE?!?! SO THAT RIAN CAN RETRIEVE IT EVEN IF YOU ALL DIE?!??! i am so sad rn.

MY POOR BOY!!!

BENIN, MY MAAAN!! SO GLAD TO SEE YOU RN!!

(He used a plasma arc, right? Please mention the plasma arc by name, please, please...)

Vorreedi. Okay, well, yeah.

IVAAAAAAAN!!!! MY OTHER BOOOOOY!!! UP AND ABOUT ALREADYY!!

YAAAAAAAAAY!! SUCH A FUN ACTION CHAPTER :D

[wendiglow]

I started this drawing in December, burned out, but I liked where it was going. Frankly it's been too long and I don't have the drive to do it justice. Let's pretend I didn't do really lazy shading to finish it and call it a day. Not enough time has passed for a redraw yet, but it's definitely getting a redraw. Maybe next year.

Anyway, here are my oldest and still active OCs, Kano and Zad! (There is a third character as well, named, Randall and they make a trio. He's just as important, just didn't have the patience to add him.)

Kano is a pre war robot that was part of a RobCo line commissioned by Vault Tec to be distributed into various vaults to fill in roles where humans were lacking (such a teacher, doctor, parent etc.). The bombs fell and they never made it post production. I made Kano quite a while before Fallout 4 or institute synths were a thing, so he's not affiliated with the institute lore wise.

I was 9 when I first played Fallout 3 and made Kano, and naturally I was excited at the choice of hair color as any little kid would. The pink hair became so integral to Kano's character, I couldn't change it. When he was first made, his hair was blonde like the rest of the robots in his line. It turned pink over the couple hundred years from being exposed to various chemicals ( I love using shitty Sci fi logic to justify my choices lol).

I'm in my early 20s now, and these characters have grown up with me. I have PLENTY of Fallout characters as Fallout is my one true love, so I'm sure you'll be seeing them again!

Here's an old drawing of Randall (lowkey looking yassified the fuck), since it's strange to show Kano and Zad without him.

P.S. I had Sticky with me when I was trying to take this screenshot for the picture, and he wouldn't shut up.

[themaclean]

hi i just came from ao3 and firstly, i have read ur vaultghoul fic probably 20 times already it’s just so good with spot on characterization and amazing writing, thank u so much 🙏

secondly, i was reading the comments on it and came across one abt wanting to see a pre-war au where cooper and lucy start an affair and immediately my ears perked up like 👀 all i could imagine is her being cast as his love interest, her being a big fan of his already, and them having a wedding scene where they fuck in her wedding dress after they call cut

n e way so sorry for rambling haha but unfortunately ive got the brainrot now

I MEAN HYPOTHETICALLY -- I'm mobile (and somehow wrote 2k words still wheeze) so I'll finish this when I'm on my PC but I played around with the idea a bit thanks to this ask. :)

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Summary; Cooper Howard x Lucy MacLean, 2077 AU where Lucy and Cooper star in a movie together.

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There's a whole host of ways that Vault-Tec could have cracked down on Cooper. Given the infringement of their security protocols and the divorce and the way they choked him out of all the good roles...

It wasn't such a far stretch that he'd have to take place in the biggest circle jerk of a film production where his super-fan shoved his daughter into a starring role using Cooper's connections.

Because, so far as the public knew, he was still a supporter of Vault-Tec and he'd do just about anything to sell that delusion.

Cooper crushed the heel of his palms against his eyes, a limp cigarette hung between his teeth.

The girl was a nightmare.

Stiff, picky, absent-minded. No emotion, either, no semblance of self-awareness. It was like some Disney Princess popped out of the cartoons in the worst way, quick to parrot the lines she was meant to say with perfect diction but nothing more than that.

And it was somehow his fucking job to coach the girl -- Lucy -- into a leading lady. The idea was that she was the daughter of the Overseer, played by her actual father, and Cooper was some vault dweller from another section.

The whole thing was convoluted. He did cowboy flicks and the sort that had a showdown at the end. This sci-fi garbage went right over his head, this future projection of the what-if. He didn't have time for the what-if.

He had a daughter he needed to vy for custody of and an expensive divorce on the horizon. And Barb had the best lawyers money could buy and he'd never thought they'd end up like this. There was no pre-nup and nothing to protect him.

And he didn't have a goddamn lighter.

"You shouldn't smoke."

Cooper near growled around the butt of his cigarette, only just keeping himself civil at the last moment. He turned towards Lucy, unable to mistake her for anyone else. There was something about her vacant, pretty face that irked him, those giant goddamn eyes.

"It's bad for you. I read an article about it."

"Maybe you'd be better off reading your lines again," Cooper said with a wave of his hand. He dug in his jacket pocket, the one he'd worn to set.

Bingo.

Lucy crossed her arms and leaned against the vault railing. It was strange to do the filming down, a hundred feet or so beneath the surface, but it made for impressive sets. They were around the corner from the rest of the camera crew and cast.

And they were alone for the first time since shooting. Most times, Cooper had a few stage hands or interns at his heel. And he didn't see Lucy around much, except for scenes. Didn't chase her down, didn't much think of her.

Except now he's aware she's still in the wedding dress she'd been in earlier. Stage blood soaked the stomach of it, thick streams of blood from where she'd been stabbed. But he'd saved her and they'd shared a chaste kiss for the camera.

And then he hadn't seen her.

"I thought you'd be a better kisser."

Cooper didn't withhold the glare, couldn't bring himself to give a fuck. "Pardon?"

"Just -- the kiss. Didn't really..." Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "I grew up watching your movies. My dad is a big fan. I always figured you'd be a good kisser, but you aren't."

"You ain't much yourself, either," Cooper said with a raised brow. "Like a fish, sweetheart. Cold."

"I'm not a fish," she snapped back. "That's very mean. I -- I know I was mean first but I just thought you could do better."

Cooper couldn't help but laugh to himself at this miserable brat who'd sought him out to complain about an on-screen kiss. He took a long drag, his gaze slanted across the backs of his knuckles.

"You're here 'cause your daddy yanked some strings," Cooper shrugged a shoulder. "My only obligation is to make a movie for the studio. I'm not your damn boyfriend-for-hire, trying to get you off for the cameras."

Cooper was a professional and on his best behaviour -- usually. But the long days of filming for a corporation rooted in the exploitation of the country he'd fought for... That patience wore thinner with each moment he was alone with this brat.

"I'm here as an actress -- "

"You can act?" Cooper asked, mock surprise as he pressed a hand to his chest.

Lucy had the gall to look offended.

Cooper took another drag, his hip notched against the railing. "It's a movie, darling. I've been doing this shit for years. They ain't gonna let people tongue each other to high hell."

"That..."

"That is exactly how it works," Cooper said as he ashed his cigarette onto the grate beneath his feet. "It's not about you, it's about the shot."

Lucy looked at him like he'd slapped her. "I know it's about the shot."

"Could've fooled me." Cooper huffed out a breath. He'd kissed plenty of women for his films and he was a consummate professional. If the audience bought into it, that was all he needed. He didn't give a damn if his co-star got butterflies over it.

Especially not the daughter of some jackass at Vault-Tec, for a project that was nothing more than an empty propaganda piece. But he didn't have much choice.

"I'm here because it's important to my father. Vault-Tec wanted to keep as many roles as they could within the company -- "

"Nepotism."

"To promote the culture they want within the movie, which is carefully curated -- "

"Cultish."

"To their... Could you stop doing that?"

Cooper crossed his arms, his cigarette nearly finished. The vault had good enough ventilation that the smoke disappeared but the smell lingered. He pushed away from the railing, his expensive smile slack across his lips.

"I had my fill of the Vault-Tec propaganda, sweetheart. Don't make a difference if it's from a pamphlet or a pretty girl, I'm just doing what I'm being paid to."

"Wasn't it your wife -- ex-wife -- who brought you in originally?"

Cooper's neck twitched as he looked down at Lucy, as she smart-mouthed her way right into some shit she didn't know anything about. He tipped his head to the side, the annoying collar of the vault suit biting into his jawline.

"So you believed what Vault-Tec thought originally." Lucy toyed with the stain on her white dress, her fingers tugged at the frayed edge. "What changed?"

"Nothing," Cooper said, his voice flat.

Lucy met his eye, her head tilted to contrast the angle of his head. She settled a hand on the railing, uncertainty replaced her uppity edge from before. "I'm not trying to spy on you or get information. You just -- had your life together, and then you're getting divorced."

"It happens," Cooper said, aware now that she was between him and the crew. The vault split into spidery webs in all directions, though. He could leave her if he wanted. But then he'd end up who knows where, deep in the belly of this steel nest.

But they were alone, and she'd inched closer to him.

Cooper saw the leading ladies he worked with as colleagues. Sometimes they'd have to kiss or imitate gentle moments or intimacy -- but for the most part, he could compartmentalise it. But Lucy didn't act. She couldn't. She was an atrocious leading lady and she read everything as if she were saying it herself.

Like a porn actress, saying shit to get through to the action, rushing through the writing like it didn't matter.

It wasn't her fault. He had the sneaking suspicious she had no interest in acting or in this movie; that she was only doing it because her father asked her to do it. Maybe even so she could have an excuse to meet him, he realized dimly as she looked up at him with wide hazel eyes.

That separation -- of leading lady and of a romantic partner -- muddled with her. Because he didn't even like her. He didn't want to get to know her. He hated her father and he wanted nothing to do with this company.

And she was closer to him than not, and they'd kissed a handful of times, and she'd said he sucked at it.

Cooper rolled his jaw as Lucy didn't have the guts to do more than she had. Her moony eyes fixed up at him like a challenge. And then he felt his resolve snap because it wasn't like he had much to lose. This wasn't a real acting gig and she wasn't a real leading lady.

His hand snapped out, fingers and thumb dug into her cheek. He brought her close, to see what she'd do. The answer was -- not much. She didn't shout or push him away, their mouths inches apart as he hovered close to her, examining her beneath his lashes.

"Bad kisser -- that what you said?"

Lucy swallowed hard enough to nudge his hand. "Well, you were. I'm not going to lie to you to spare your ego."

Cooper made a soft sound from the back of his throat as he kissed her. The distant crack and shift of the crew as they moved their cameras from one vault room to another should be a deterent but Cooper doesn't care.

He's single, isn't he. Has been for a few months. He'd not acted on it, hadn't felt the urge to, but he's as trapped as ever in the shadow of what Barb had done to him. It's only fair he make use of that shadow to indulge, even if it's just to prove a point to this girl Lucy.

There's some inherent amusement to how she melted into the kiss. She wanted it far more than she'd let on, that soft mewing, moaning neediness as he stroked her long brown hair out of her face. He threaded his fingers softly through her hair, hand on either side of her face, fingers combing through her hair.

Her back was arched over the railing as he gave her the kiss she'd probably expected earlier, the one he wasn't about to throw out on camera. There's standards for cinema and he didn't want to waste film or time.

But then her fingers were on the zipper of the stupid fucking vault suit. He didn't stop her, even as she yanked it down and slipped her hand along his stomach.

If anything, he pushed harder against her. The fluffy white skirt of her wedding dress made it hard to get much for himself. But with a yank of her knee and the shift of her weight, he had her seated on the railing. Her shoulder caught one of the metal frames, to keep her pinned in place.

If this were any other job or any other actress, he'd give a fuck.

But it's Vault-Tec, through and through.

[good-beanswrites]

My thoughts on how the Milgram mv machine works based on the evidence we have:

(I know there’s been discussion about where exactly the interrogations take place, but wherever they are,) the prisoners are made to sit in a specific chair near the wall that houses the machine.

It’s ordinarily hidden, but the wall panels shift aside to reveal it when the mechanical sounds play in the dramas. As well as the walls moving, the chair transforms to restrain the prisoner and attach whatever it takes to access their brain. The fact that none of the more frightened prisoners try to run or break it makes it seem like they physically cannot. This is why Fuuta sounds so panicked, and why Amane is suddenly helpless in front of Es in their T1 vds.

(My mind conjures very classic sci-fi mad scientist machines with wires, pipes, lights, nodes, needles, etc, but I’d love to hear how other people visualize it.)

In some vds (maybe all? I’d need to check,) you can hear Es take some steps right before their iconic line -- it would make sense that for safety reasons, the power mechanism is placed across the room. Once again it could be anything, but the sound effect makes me think of one of those giant wall-mounted levers you have to pull down.

The voice dramas don’t really provide the type of crime details that an actual interrogation would reveal, and it’s odd that they’re placed before the extraction rather than after Es gets to see the new details. This leads me to believe the machine functions with priming. All Es needs to do is get them talking about their murder, so it’s on their mind.

The video produced is much like a (non-lucid) dream. Even if the prisoners figure out that this is how it works, they can’t control it just by thinking really hard about something else. The murders produce the strongest emotional affect, and that’s what it picks up on. If someone else used the machine, it would default to whatever gave them the strongest emotional reaction in the ~15 minutes beforehand, hence why Es’ video focuses on their daunting task ahead. (The Undercover theory is still a bit loose, though, given the private shots that Es wouldn't have known about). It’s why the videos are usually closely linked to the vd topics/beats. I also like to think that the reason their prisoner colors appear so much is because they’re looking at those colors on their uniform 24/7.

The bell rings to inform Es that it’s the optimal time to use the machine -- the prisoner has been thinking about things for long enough that the video will be about their crime, and if the conversation lasts much longer they’ll start thinking of other things. It’s at a different time for each prisoner because it’s based on the specific conversation. I guess Jackalope is listening in to the interrogation, timing it perfectly. (The only one that kind of messes with this theory is Yonah, because they just keep talking afterwards lol, but it could just show that the interrogation is still in Es’ control.)

Their “Sing your sins” is the final priming nudge to get them to think of their actions as a sin, revealing their guilt.

Once activated, the prisoner enters a sort of trance/sleeping state. It’s very much like REM sleep, with the machine forcibly activating neurons and recording the output. The prisoners have asked Es what they saw, meaning they don’t remember the mvs. I like to think the prisoners do experience the mv in real time, acting as the major version of themself that appears, but can’t remember it afterwards. It’s when you experience a dream, but as soon as you wake up you’re just left with fleeting emotions and memories right on the tip of your tongue.

The video plays immediately upon extraction -- whether on a huge projection or little screen depends on which room it’s in. It simultaneously saves the memory so that Es can rewatch it later (on those old TVs in the jailbreak mix). The machine downloads the song and video together, but requires special parts to retrieve them. The technology is pretty new and fragile, so if one is broken, there might be a delay between when Es can hear the extracted song and see it with the video. (That’s my justification for Kotoko’s delays -- after 9 prisoners the parts wear out, or maybe Mikoto himself overheats it with his complex situation.)

Based on the lack of conversation we get afterwards, I picture Es leaving before the prisoner wakes from the trance. The machine adjusts their brain back to normal before they awaken, restraints freed and able to return to the rest of the prison.

It’s very much like a dream, so it’s not harmful despite the amnesia/head injuries the prisoners have. It does, however, exhaust them. Brain activity alone takes a lot of energy, so forced brain activity with added emotional strain would cause them to feel pretty drained the rest of the day.

[hestiviea]

Media Chaos Club

Introduction

A club focused on various mediums and genres, and the only members consist of Travis, Mandrick, Anggy, and Dorothie, a bunch of teenage geniuses (only Travis and Dorothie are the prodigy genius here) geeks who are in college.

Travis serves as the president for Comics and Sci-fi.

Dorothie is the president of Animation and Horror. 

Mandrick is the president of Movies and TV shows. 

Anggy is the President of Manga and Video games

Despite being 'friends' and all that, most of them had tried to kill eachother before, Travis always likes to annoy and rival with Dorothie, and Mandrick always manages to drag them into his mess; it’s remarkable how they could able to endure one another given that they’ve tried to kill each other numerous times. (No, literally)

Directions

Relationship chart

Dorothie's fetish

Dorothie's dream boy

College

Voice claim for Travis

Rotten girl

MCC VS TEC

Mandrick vs Josh

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[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Can I get headcanons for the TEC boys with a reader who’s good at art?

Never A Frown With Golden Brown

Summary: TEC x Artist! Reader

TW/CW: mentions of crime scenes

A/N: Good news, guys! REQUEST ARE NOW BACK OPEN!

Knocked out the majority of my queue, so fill free to request anything (as long as you read my DON’Ts first! <3

Reblogs are appreciated!

- Bill isn’t a muse, and he told you as such

- Anytime it was time for portraits for school, his mom was too poor to pay the extra money (though it became more obvious it’s because she didn’t want to have any reminders of him)

- It would be no different with you. He spotted you during art class actually paying attention to the assignment, and scoffed

- “You know, there are better ways to put your normie brain to the use”

- You simply pretended not to hear him as you continue to draw the still life in front of you

- Overtime, you would catch him watching you draw, paint, photograph, even write sometimes. He got red faced and mad when you pointed it out, but that didn’t stop him

- In fact, you just made him more curious. He’ll admit: your inking was acceptable, you knew how to compose a shot and he guessed your coloring was alright

- You probably drew him Major Violence with Battle Broad for his birthday, and he just held onto the piece of paper like it would be lost forever if he didn’t

- Will stuff every doodle/unfinished drawing you’ve threw out over the years. Will get pissy if you point this out, saying that “YEAH! Well, maybe I want to draw better than you!”

- I actually think he does know how to draw, just doesn’t apply himself. If he’s feeling generous, he’ll return the favor by drawing you in a notebook and tear it out for you

- Would die of embarrassment if he was asked to be your muse for photography. Of course he’s going to agree to, just that it’s embarrassing he’ll be seen in this light! DUH!

- (Later on, would ask if you have any copies he could take home)

- It’s weird being admired like this. He’s only seen this with artists from a long gone era…not with his pimply nerdy self

- ….but maybe he’ll accept it. Maybe.

- Josh saw you drawing for the journal club. They needed a cover, and you were the “art kid”, so you were made to take the burden of it

- He likes to think he’s artistic himself (writing wise), but the way you effortlessly blended in the watercolor onto the paper…it entranced him

- He stayed up all night writing the “perfect” sci fi story for you to visualize. Maybe you can draw it like Frank Frietrzza, or even Jack Kirby

- Slides it in your locker and hopes for the best.

- Waits a couple of days, and calls himself foolish for even thinking someone of you fallible (while also stating that “you couldn’t handle the caliber of my art skills!”)

- It isn’t until he sees you also slip in a visualization of the drawing that he was sold!

- Loves to watch you in art class while you produced the most beautiful landscapes within just your imagination

- Wants to hear about your process at all times and would get giddy hearing you talk

- Secretly? He’s jealous. He can never seem to get the ideas in his head right onto the paper. It’s like a mental block for him or something.

- So, he may or may not steal some of your drawing ideas from you. Will adamantly claim he didn’t, but you knew. You always knew

- I’m you can get past that, maybe you two could be a creative writing duo

- Josh takes control of the writing; you take control of the illustrations

- It’s a weird harmony of sorts, but it works nevertheless

- For Pete, I think he would actually like a photographer

- I don’t know why, but staring at movies all times of the day means he has a keen eye when it comes to the little details

- Saw you at the darkroom while you were about to finish up. He (sort of) followed to the light and watched you examine the last photograph

- Woah…even in black and white, you know your stuff! That lighting really hits the plants well, and the composition almost wraps said plants into something…monstrous

- You end up catching him in the act, but unlike the others, he just continued to stare…creepy

- When he got home, he spread out his favorite horror films and capture every one of his favorite shots (probably stole a camera or used a shitty camcorder)

- Maybe asks you if you can take shots like this (yes, he be one of THOSE people who want free requests)

- He’s a little sleaze ball as well. The type that would BEG you to go into crime scenes and take pictures of everything, but especially the bodies

- If not…maybe a portrait of himself? Probably never got one because his parents were too poor to get one themselves

- Since Pete’s also a creative person (FXS), those “self portraits” are him in his zombie crawl look

- Internally kicking his feet when he gets them done, but acts all tough when you asked his opinion on it

- Even if you guys did break up, he still has them, sometimes even looks at them when he’s feeling bitterly nostalgic

- Jerry would love a sculptor. Someone who can seemingly make fantastical stories with just a piece of clay and such

- You met because he accidentally destroyed one of said sculptures. You were letting it air dry and Jerry was tripped up by some bullies (or even the club), crashing right down onto one of them

- After helping him clean up, he started to also notice your other work on the ground and WOAH! Is that Xena the Princess Warrior?!

- Didn’t have time to stick around, but would watch you sculpt during free time in art class

- The way your hands meticulously move around the clay itself…how it made these blobs into impossible shapes…fascinating

- It distracts him every day of his life. Even at club he’s starting to feel flustered when thinking about you and your work

- Will eventually ask if he could watch you up close while you sculpt

- He’s a romantic at heart (a little). Absolutely red faced and flustered watching you. He’s never met anyone this talented since…well, forever, really

- I think you could inspire him to create a little. “Checks out” (stalks) your profile and tries to replicate some of your more simpler pieces

- It’s…something, but he’s trying, alright?

- Would bond making mini figurines of DnD characters and keeps them up his shelf to admire

- He loves his artistic S/O so much <3

[styxnbones]

i finally got around to watching the fallout show and the whole time i was like "the ghoul *should* be my favourite character, he hits all the tropes and traits that i love in a character but i just feel like he's Missing Something and its not just that i think he should look more fucked up"

and then last night i had a dream where in one of the flashbacks we saw him taking like Sci-fi Vault-tec HRT and woke up like ooooooooh yeah he needs more transmasc swag is what it is

[contentloadingandstuff]

What's your favorite video game right now at the moment?

My current favorite is warhammer 40k darktide

Hey!

I've got loads of games I love. Temporarily, I play mostly Dying Light and Helldivers 2 with my best friend. Both games are wonderful and the polar opposites in terms of their series - Helldivers was niche while Helldivers 2 is an even layman's title in terms of popularity; on the other hand Dying Light might be my favorite game about zombies due to the wonderful, stellar atmosphere and setting that has never been replicated while Dying Light 2 is terribly bland and lifeless. The difference is that Helldivers was a good game on its own and I want to play it, not the same with the latter. Maybe The Beast will go back to the roots, but seeing how the plot is basically recycled from DL2, I have my doubts.

In terms of my other favored games, these are: Hotline Miami (series, love that stuff), Minecraft, Myth: Soulblighter, Dungeon Keeper, Warlords Battlecry III (a trinity of my childhood games; while not meant for kids, my dad played them and I watched with glee), Payday 2 (shame about the sequel, Overkill, you suck), Vermintide 2, Genshin (obviously) and DOOM Eternal.

Warning! Darktide slander ahead!

Darktide, huh? Well, I enjoy Vermintide more - mostly because I enjoy fantasy and the Skaven more than 40k, but also partly because I happen to despise the latter. Is Darktide a good game though? No, still not - I've played one mission when I bought the game but returned it afterwards. No single player option with bots, zero characters (just some randos that you make up with the character creator) and the game's core being just Vermintide but 40k. Correct me if I'm wrong, obviously, I really wish Fatshark the best in their game development endevors and I would give the game another go (mostly for my friend who likes 40k more than fantasy) if it's in a much better shape now.

But...

That's the thing: Darktide does not seem to have anything going for it aside from the setting. Combat hardly differs from standard titles in the 4vhorde genre (Left 4 Dead, Back 4 Blood, World War Z the game). While Vermintide made new ground with its melee-oriented system (enemies fighting back, blocking, parrying) and medieval weapons, Darktide goes for the same old, same old. With no likeable characters on top of that. Seriously, that's the basis for 4vhorde games - a tight knit team of great personalities that bounce off each other nicely. Here? None of that. I get its for this idea of expendable randoms, but while it works for Helldivers, it does not work for Darktide. The characters simply have too much screen time. Also, I would have liked the basic theme far more if we got to face off against something other than the forces of Chaos. It makes Vermintide more unique as Fantasy games are generally few and far between (were, at least, now we are well fed; which warms my heart because while 40k has one good series, Fantasy has two (maybe four if you consider Mordheim and the SotHR/Dark Omen duology) while AOS has none). Anyway, maybe the Necrons? I don't think there were many games about them, if any. But still, I'd rather helldive than play the derivative of Vermintide when I want to enjoy a nice and semi-realistic* sci-fi.

But, obviously, I'm not telling you that Darktide belongs in the trash - I'm just saying that it does not meet my expectations which, objectively, aren't very high, not when Fatshark is marching into unprecedented territory. Play whichever games you want. I myself am guilty of playing bad games - Occult, for example. Or Shadow of the Horned Rat, it's a game I don't recommend to anybody aside from actual masochists.

(While not fully realistic, Helldivers 2 features believable weapons and a plausible style of warfare which I think is what we are going towards as a species; it heavily contrasts the nonsensical grand battles of 40k that are just a straight up fantasy as this style of combat is obsolete for the level of technology the factions posess. Yes, I frown upon 40k, how could you tell?)