#Vat spawn

[so-engery]

DEATH TO THE WIZARD KINGS! (Kickstarting now!)

[juusbox]

i cant get the new epilogue to trigger on my old saves and i feel like a house cat ready to wake up the entire house for being 8 minutes late to breakfast

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny after a reveal gone wrong, is dropped into the DC universe by clockwork to "recover and let loose"

He learned that because this universe is swarming with heros it dosent reeeaaallly need protection

So for the first 2 months danny juat relaxes, using his connection with the ghosts and shades of gothem to get himself a pretty good appartment with a fair amount of free time amd cash

What he wasent expecting was for the ghosts of residential obsessed billionaire bruceie wayne's parents, thomas and martha, to ask him to protect bruce

Danny thinks it over and decided, 'fuck it, how much work could it be, besides i need to protect someone anyway'

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Danny was contemplating walking up and punching batman in the face

Turns out the obsessed billionaire, is a parinoid creepy emotionally constipated vigilante

It was 3 weeks into protecting thomas and Martha's "little boy" and danny was already sick of it, and of bruce, the comious amounts of time danny spent knocking out goons was ridiculous, let alone and amount of times he needed to help out the robins

And how the fuck did he raise them, the little one is so violent he could rival the way his parents talked about ghosts

It was after mid afternoon, after danny day job and he's waiting for the sun to go down to keep mr.dark and brooding safe

It was then that another shade plopped itself on his lap, this one specifically had been following him for the last few days

It was 10 minutes later that the little shade gave him an idea, an amazing idea of how to make protecting the dumb fuck that was bruce wayne MUCH more fun, danny looked at the sun and he knew he had time

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He got black cargo pants, a black tank top, a labcoat that he dyed toxic green, a white gas mask, one of those belts construction people wear to hold tools and stuff, combat boots, white gloves and a crap ton of scrap metal, househole appliances and a tool box

He spent the next 5 hours constructing little gadgets, remaking the fenton-thermos-model human and preparing for a night out.

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Danny was set

In his labcoat was the hand held stuff

:extra tools, retractable boe staff, smoke bombs, mini fire works, trackers

In his cargo pants he had the more heave hitters: the guns he designed, more smoke bonbs, lipstick lazers, wire

But his belt was his favourite: the now human souping thermos, a harly quinn inspired mallet and the ectoplasm grenades,

Tonights going to be fun

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Batman saw alot of things, lately things have been too easy, he got hit less, goons attacks hurt less and sometimes his rouge took too long to atrack ofter breaking out of arkham

It had set him on edge

Even his kids said things seemed easer, so he's not paranoid

Tonight however gave him many more questions

During the usual fight with riddler, a kid slightly younger than tim, wearing a gas mask, dropped from the roof like the spawn of satan, dropped smoke bombs, then the sounds of violence accured

when bruce could see again, all the goons were strung up on wire upsidedown

The riddler was tied to a chair which was hanging by one leg over a vat of...something with a smile drawn on his face and his eyes blindfolded

When he looked up the labcoat wearing kid was holding a mallet and a grenade of some kind

:awww dont worry, none of them will die, I'm like you in that sence, i dont kill people...howeverrr messing with them is fair game

Batman tried to stare him down but that made the kid laugh

:aww that wont work B, besides if i wanted to hurt you I'd of done it in the last 3 weeks

So this was why things were easer

With one last laugh the kid dropped the bomb and Lazarus filled Bruce's sights

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Damn... if we go back to au, where Demian's twin reader becomes Harley's child, how much will Talia be jealous.

She's like, yes, I didn't put my child in anything, he's an unworthy brat, but I hate even more that she found another mother and thinks I'm worse😡😡

And Ra, outraged at the conditions in which his grandson is being brought up (and angry that Talia allowed the child to escape with these people, and full of hatred because now his role as the main male role model has been replaced by some crazy clown)

Talia would be incredibly jealous and irate but it wouldn’t stem from her own maternal instincts, it’s all about principle. That child, even though she despises them and thinks their nothing but a defective spawn, is her child. It all comes down to possessiveness. And she especially wouldn’t take well to the situation if her child was absolutely thriving with Harley as their mother.

Ra’s would be incredibly enraged, mainly at Talia. Whether the twin!Reader left of their own accord (before Talia could do anything to them) or Talia got rid of them herself and sent them to their demise, Ra’s would blame Talia for the Reader ending up in the hands of Harley. In his eyes it was her fault, if only she had opened her eyes and saw what he saw in them then she would have tried so much harder with them. But seeing that his favorite grandchild was flourishing with Harley (and the fact that when he first visited them the Reader had a sword to his neck in protection of their new mother), Ra’s would be more inclined to allow the a reader to stay right where they were. The only thing he’d want in return would be for them to keep in contact with him. Even if they weren’t to do so he’d have his people watching over them and keeping him updated.

Meanwhile, Harley would have no problem kicking Talia’s ass and even going as far as killing her for how she treated Harley’s bby. When she learned of the Reader’s upbringing and how Talia Ned Damian treated them, Harley would be out for blood. She wouldn’t be able to wrap her head around how a mother can be so cruel to her own child. If Harley ever catches sight of Talia, it’s on sight and she’s aiming to maim. But I could see Harley and Ra’s coming to some kind of agreement regarding the Reader. The two aren’t exactly allies but when it comes to the Reader they’ll keep in contact with each other and if they need to they’ll work together for their precious darling.

In the case of the jokerized!twin!Reader then that would be a completely different situation. If Harley had taken the Reader in on her own, with no Joker in the picture, then things would be alright, but if Joker’s playing ‘daddy’ and especially if twin!Reader has already had a visit to the chemical vats then shit is hitting the fan (mainly in regards to Ra’s’ reaction).

Talia’s reaction to Jokerized!twin!Reader isn’t going to be anything positive. If anything she’ll only double down on her terrible treatment of the Reader, becoming even more disgusted by them and what they move become. She’ll accuse them of having finally sunk so low that there’s no coming back and that she was right to want to get rid of them. But once the Reader starts attacking her and is using their training from their upbringing among the League of Assassins and the unhinged, uncontrollable, unpredictable rawness they’re coming at her with has her shook. It’s probably Harley who goes at her first in retaliation for what Talia is saying about her bby and the Reader only jumps in to protect and fight for their new mother.

Fleeing, Talia would plan to come back or have some members of the League come and retrieve her faulty child so that she can train and forge them into what they should have been all this time ago, maybe even making them into something even better than that.

Ra’s would be outraged and plain disgusted with both the clowns and Talia. Again, if it weren’t for her his beloved grandchild wouldn’t have been desecrated and ruined by them. He would take matters into his own hands and save his grandchild from their ‘new family’. And he won’t let anyone stop him. He may even team up with Bruce but there’s no guarantee that Ra’s will allow anyone to have anything to do with the Reader when he gets them back. Not Talia, not Damian, not Bruce, no one would be allowed to come anywhere near them. They’ve been failed and ruined enough, he won’t let it happen again. It’s safe to say that Joker would surely meet his demise and there’s nothing Bruce could do to keep Ra’s from going through with his eradication of the Clown Prince.

And if getting the Reader back means having to kill them to do so then Ra’s will, but they won’t stay dead for long. He can promise that.

[greyfics]

entry 8.5: a side-plot in which norm gets the fuck out.

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subject: norm maclean

fic type: smart relatable underdog side character gets spotlight,

word count: 2.85K

inspo: I really just need to see norm gtfo of that vault lol, I feel like he's got a fighting chance you know?

cw: spoilers for fallout season one  

summary: an overseer that is a brain in a vat. a series of experiments concealed behind the front of a subterranean utopia. the convenient relocation of the last of the people norm cared about- the last of the people questioning the fragile reign of the overseers, and what they might be hiding. norm desperately needs to leave, to find his sister- before he becomes just another one of bud's buds..

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"I suggest you wait it out in your father's pod, unless you want to starve to death- not much food in here, except the occasional large bug."

He is frozen. A small, quivering fist slowly slips down a firmly sealed door- were these vaults reinforced havens, or were they preemptive tombs?- the fist unfurls, as the wrist goes limp and the body connected numbs spare for the pitter patter of palpitations spawned from that very realisation.

His face is absent of blood, and despite the fact he has not yet fatalistically marched over to a cryogenic chamber to further bury himself in this pit, the numbness fades to a chill that kicks his feet into a frenzied pacing.

The robo-brain does a slow, awkward 180° twist, "All that is going to do for you is burn valuable energy that I simply don't have to give back to you, Norm. See, I'm sure you know this if you paid attention during your pristine pre-years education programme, but the human body requires-"

"Just shut up for a second." Is the flat-toned, snappy response Norm gives as he rubs his temples, the repetitive sensation a focal point to ground his shaking limbs, to ground a flurry of rarely seen irrational thoughts in that calculating mind.

Right now, it looks as though his only options are slamming himself against the door fruitlessly until he collapses from exhaustion and inevitably dies of dehydration or starvation, or to get into a pod on the other end of the room and pray that somehow, he is woken up- but what then? what would I even have to wake up to? Norm reflects upon the denizens of Vault 33- the way they force a smile and idle onwards so ignorantly; treating murderers as naughty houseguests, ignoring the slow dissimilation of their vault's security, it's vital resources and population becoming more sparse by the week. Even if there was hope brewing for a better future somewhere on the surface, there's no way that help would reach him down here.

Besides, he was just a problem for Vault 33- he always had been. He recalls the bitter comments about his unenthusiastic demeanour- the fearful confusion directed at his monotony- how lonely, how isolating a life down here is as an anomaly of the herd. With him removed from the equation, and Betty able to sleep at night thinking of him not as dead, but simply as in a rather permanent state of sleep, she would have no reason to wake him up- he who might expose the secrets they had desperately tried to keep locked away for so long. He was better left removed from the vault- left down here.

The reminder of his present predicament begins to suffocate him again, as his eyes flit between the walls and his breath picks up pace, the panic attack coming back for a dizzying second wave. Breathe. Breathe- I can't breathe. I'm going to die down here- this place is a big heaping metal tomb and I have to get out- Norm had never felt so overencumbered at the thought of being buried so deep beneath the surface before, but for the first time ever the urge to scratch his way to the surface was overriding in him the fear of the vultures circling above. He thinks about this- pauses his pacing entirely, and thinks some more. The buzz of an idea begins to spark slowly to fruition in Norm's mind.

It was true that it was better for Betty that he be kept somewhere outside of Vault 33- but maybe he'd even less of a threat left somewhere... else outside of 33? Maybe somewhere he could be more useful? He almost leaps from the exhilaration of having any kind of possible plan c at all in this situation- but his temperament keeps him still- and though his lips remain a flat, pursed line, a playful light dances behind the young genius' eyes, "Locking me in here won't stop Vault 33 from falling apart- it will just guarantee it. I'm your solution." He calmly declares- naturally, Bud's first move is to shut him down, but he is prepared for that, "Norman, you know I can't do that- and you really shouldn't worry about Vault 33 anymore, Betty has things completely-"

"-under control? If Betty had things under control, then how and why did a vault dweller manage to break into her office and trick you into letting them into Vault 31?" Bud stammers, juts to one side and then the other as he awkwardly attempts to give some justifiable explanation to Norm's question.

The bot stills, and lets a sigh out of its speakers, "There may be some... complications to the planned course of action- you being here being one of them, I should remind you- but I'm sure Betty will work through them and get everything back to normal soon enough. What good will it do us to send you to the surface? That would mean opening the vault doors, and risking the safety of everyone inside-" Norm shakes his head at this, takes a step towards the bot as he parries back, "-raiders managed to infiltrate our vault through 32 already, and the main vault door was opened twice after that. Do you really think one more time could hurt?"

The little brain in a pot makes an exasperated crying noise, and shakes itself as emphatically as it can, "But what would be the point in that, buddy, if we can just keep you tucked safely away in the most secure vault of the three down here, and... not open the door at all? None of our problems will be solved by another person leaving." A rare, triumphant grin floats onto Norm's face, and Bud makes a reflexive sharp shuffle backwards at the unnatural site, "If we don't replace our water filtration chip, then eventually Vault 33 runs out of water- and if the vault dwellers don't overthrow the overseer and leave by then? Everyone will die.-"

"Oh my god, why did he smile when he said tha-"

"-Just listen. Vault 32's supplies clearly ran out a long time ago, and evidently no-one from Vault 31 was gonna get up for a glass of water during their 200-year long power nap. By the look on Betty's face when she found out, I'm guessing there isn't a back-up." Bud is back to being completely still and silent now. Norm basks in a moment of captured quiet, takes a couple slow steps to steady the nervous shakes as he deployed as much charisma as he was capable, "You could just keep me in here, and let Betty send someone else to the surface for a replacement- but those people? The other dwellers? They're built for vault life- they fit in here-"

He wavers a little, a lump forming in his throat- but digresses, "I don't. I'm not strong- but I'm quick, and I'm smart... and, I might be a coward- or I was, once- but I'm beginning to realise this place is no better than whatever might be waiting up there. Nobody really knows what they're doing- not you, not Betty- maybe not even my dad. And I don't want to keep sitting around waiting to die when I could be doing something."- I could be helping Lucy, I should have- "So send me. I'll go find a replacement. I'll bring it back- and then neither you nor Betty will ever see me again. You'll be solving two problems with one stone."

The brain-in-a-vat that is Bud spends a painfully long time just sitting there and glowing, still taking in all that Norm had argued, malfunct in his dilemma between maintaining protocol or deviating from protocol for the sake of maintaining the protocol, honestly upset that he was having to do any deep deliberation at all regarding what he had been informed would be a rather simple and satisfying job. When he makes his decision, it comes with a disappointed, exasperated breath- and then a slow, clumsy spin once again, as he veers himself back into the door terminus access point.

With a blip and a hiss, the door that Norm had believed not too long ago to have sealed his fate begins to steadily unlock itself once again. He cries out with desperate relief and punches the air, before maintaining his composure and striding over to the door. He gets as close as he can, in case his thankfully not forever-friend decides to change his mind last minute. He hears the awful creaking of the vault door opening ahead, and dashes for it without even bothering to say goodbye to Bud- no time to spare, I need to leave now- Betty might not be so stupid. The door rolls to the left, his feet hardly make a sound as they dance across the metal grated platform to freedom-

And falter, pause, reverse a few steps when the figure of Betty Pearson is revealed but a few seconds later, arms crossed, already waiting for the door to roll back open.

Oh god, I think I'm having a heart attack. I think I might just die right now. I think that might be for the best.

...He does not die, and though he is grateful, he is also mildly disappointed that he still has to face Betty. She remains still, silent- her expression does not reveal much surprise at finding him here, but her stasis demands him to speak. Thinking of all she has done to this vault, and what little good she has done for it, he steels himself, and he glares back at her, his tone assertive as he speaks, "I'm going to the surface, and before you say anything-"

"Yes, you're right. You are going to the surface." She replies, steady and quiet,"I-" he is the one to stammer to a standstill this time, "I... am?" She steps towards him, and it takes all his will not to flinch away as a superficially endearing arm firmly braces around his shoulders, guiding him away from Vault 31, "Although at times I'm sure it seems as though I have... overlooked certain hardships that have come to challenge us all in this vault," -'overlooked' is an understatement, and a pretty ironic thing to do when your job title is overseer- "-but I've simply been thinking about the best options for our future. With our friends and family... rehomed, and our guests taken care of, I think it's time we begin dealing with some of our more long-term problems, too." The phrasing sends a chill across Norm's neck, which flows through the rest of his body as Betty guides him around a corner to bear witness to the remaining dwellers of 33, whooping and clapping in celebration for something he did not yet know.

Look closer. He notices the pause, the way they look past him to the overseer before they burst into their frenzied display- there are a couple eyebrows knitted upwards, the faintest flicker of a tear in the corner of an eye or a puffy redness where tears were wiped away to conceal the evidence of a negative emotion.

Some have slanted postures, clap a little slower- don't meet his gaze; they seem guilty of something, guilty of the relief that their body betrays.

Do they already know I'm leaving? How could they, unless-

"As I was telling everyone, Norm selflessly asked me for permission to go out onto the surface and solve our water chip crisis- of course, we do not often open our vault doors, and I felt too close to the matter to feel capable of making the decision myself- especially given the possibility that opening the vault door might threaten our friends in 31 too! So, I sent Norm to speak with Overseer Askins in Vault 31 to see whether he believes that this brave quest should be allowed. Of course, this affects all of us, too- but after talking it through with everyone, we've all agreed that however sad it will be to see you leave us- for a while, of course- it is definitely for the best."

A couple dwellers nod- some intentionally, some just in a lull of subconscious agreement even as their faces feign sadness. It stings to see how fast they were willing to get rid of him- it stings to be let go without a fight. The 'for a while' is simply salt in the wound; insulting to even pretend at this point that anyone in this cramped little gathering genuinely held any belief he would return.

"So!" The overseer pipes up chipperly once again, "Norm..."-not so enthusiastic-"Did you have a productive meeting with the Overseer? Did he give his consent to your proposed assignment?"

He could expose her right now, dismantle the order they had wrought horror and fear to maintain- but he knows he could not lead them, he knows how secretly glad they are to see him, of all people, sacrificed to the world above- he knows they would not survive up there, nor would they survive down here without a figurehead to fall behind, to hide them from reality. So he speaks a truth of kinds:

"The Overseer permitted my leave after I explained the importance of my departure, and how it was the best course of action." His tone lacks conviction in the vague, avoidant choice of words he spews, but a half-hearted cheer and a series of awkward hugs follows them anyway.

It's all just a big show. I'm starting to think I might be the only normal one here.

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A solemn march through the armoury and pharmacy to (ill)equip Norm for his journey through the wastes precedes a long, awkwardly still and quiet elevator ride towards the surface. Norm is the first to step out, bursting ahead into a fast stroll until he found himself standing at the precipice, waiting for the bridge to bring him to his salvation (or his doom). She gets into place-

and lingers, before she presses the button- they are alone now, and they are not so different, really- she just got better at hiding her discontent, "Norman." her voice is different to how he has ever heard it before- it was just... normal. When the calm and collected persona dropped away, she was the most human-sounding person he had yet encountered in his sheltered life. He turns, just his head- makes a point to pay attention, to show some enthusiasm- "You might think you're different, but... being different to most those folks down there is probably more of a good thing than not. You are extraordinary, never forget that. Even without everything that's happened, I think you were always going to be a problem for us. You've always been good at seeing things other people don't."

She pauses for a moment, deliberating on whether or not to bring something up- she chews her cheek, looks off to the side as she weighs up the power of her words- remembers her job, her duty, and the mask goes back on with a sympathetic smile, "We really do need that water chip- our vault has enough water to last about 150 more days, but after that, we'll be out. If you head north-east, ask around and you'll find a place that used to be a town called Shady Sands; it's not exactly close to here, but if it's any motivation I'd bet that's where your sister, Miss Maclean, will have headed too. When you get to Shady Sands, go directly east- I only know of a few vaults outside of ours, and I hear there's an old vault somewhere in the hills there- Vault 13. I'm sure they'll have a water chip to spare. Get the chip back to us, and you'll be a hero to this vault forever..." She certainly makes it sound appealing, but Norman knows better, "...but I'll never be allowed back inside." He finishes the sentence for her.

She hits the button, and Norm finds himself overcome with trembling uncertainty once again. Was he crazy? Just because he wasn't built for vault life didn't mean he was any more suited for the wastelands just beyond the door- the tomb unseals. Once again, a thought occurs to Norm at an inconvenient time- as he tentatively steps towards the radiating light that blinds him from above, he turns a final time to look at his now-former overseer with a quizzical expression, "Does... does Vault 32 not have a water filtration chip?"

Her smile doesn't change, but it takes a sinister feel as her next cheery words come out, tainted and barbed, "I did say our Vault has 150 days of water left- I'm afraid I can't speak for Vault 32, Overseer Harper would know more about that. Unfortunately, until we have a functioning filtration chip of our own, we won't be able to spare any of our own resources. But I'm sure everything will be just fine."

Norman began to run.

[athena-xox]

All the known cards from the deck of instructions the Queen of Hearts gave Lizzie. 30/52

Worms speak, indeed they do,

but not to such as me and you.

All they ever say is “mud mud food,” so you need not listen good. Practice Not Listening to worms today. And by worms, I mean people.

Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever admit there’s something you don’t know. Because you know everything.

You may have just forgotten

a piece of the everything. Also, don’t tell anyone you forgot.

A queen stands and shouts in hollow rooms when feeling faint,

for she is her own echo.

She is the thing that stands between

the been and the seen,

and pushes either side wide.

A queen stands for herself,

and by herself, and on her legs.

For legs are what make her stand.

But not four legs. Or forelegs.

She also stands for land. Her land. Wonderland. Without land, one wonders where one would stand. Especially queens.

In summary: Push. Shout. Stand. Be a queen.

It is better to be gloved than bearded, and better to be fearded than loved.

When in doubt, shout!

If you want something done right, you must do it yourself.

So make sure you personally order servants all by yourself to do what you want done.

A ship is only as floaty as its leakiest timber, and friends are the leakiest timber of all. Sail not on the Friend Ship, Lizzie,

lest you drown in an ocean of tears!

Already Been Chewed food (hereafter referred to as ABC food) can appear appetizing, but not for such as you. Eat no ABC food today.

Frogs are mostly faces. Notice a frog today and make a face.

ON WITH ITS HEAD!

:) JK. Behead something today!

Rugs are the unnatural spawn of Rabbits and Hugs. Beware rugs. (Could also be Rubber and Bugs. In any case, BEWARE RUGS!)

Worms NEED things. But a princess such as you ORDERS things. Today, put your things in order by ordering things to be what they are. And then, for fun, order them to be what they are not

Whether up or down, inside or out, it is yours. Own the down. Own the up.

A queen worrying about others is like a baker worried he’s making too many muffins.

As if there could be such a thing as

Too Many Muffins. Ha! WORRY NOT! AND EAT MORE MUFFINS!

Above all else, avoid these things: vats of poison, Jabberwocks, paper cuts on fingertips,

and Concern For Others.

If ever you detect Concern For Others squirming into you,

shout at people till the feeling goes away.

Or the people do.

Things are never lost to you; you are lost to them. If ever in need of a Thing that has lost you, simply stop hiding from it.

Beware Empathy! Empathy forces you to Understand how others are feeling and to Care! Danger! Danger!

Friends are one R away from fiends. Avoid friends at all costs!

Also anyone to whom the R does not come naturally (pirates are okay).

(A Wonderlandiful World)

Rule my way.

I’ll be watching.

(Lizzie Shuffles the Deck)

Everything has a place and should be put in it. That will be your job, since people, things, and in-betweens tend to forget their place.

Secrets are secrets and cannot be told. If anyone tells you a secret, they are lying. If anyone tells you a lie, they might be secreting. In either case, step away. Lies and secretions are to be avoided.

To succeed in life as a queen and princess, you need four things in your brain and two in your pocket. The pocket things are solid, and the brain things are not. Be sure not to mix them up.

Puddles are the thing you think is the thing, but is really the top of the thing, and the bottom makes you drown.

Hair hides skin, but hide can also be skin, especially if you have four legs. Count your legs and comb your hair.

Depending on where you live, a boot can be a foot case, a trunk case, or a preposition. Be sure you know where you are before getting dressed. When in doubt, go barefoot.

Never believe a lie. Unless it’s the truth—then go right ahead.

Fish love to be confused. Tell a fish a riddle today that has no answer.

Clouds are well and fine up in the sky, but never let one into your mind. Not even if it says “Please.”

Tomatoes are sneaky. They love to trick you into believing they are strawberries or cherries or apples. Before taking a bite, point at the thing and declare, “You are a tomato!” That’ll show ’em!

Yelling “Off with your head!” is a lot more fun than actually following through. Invest time in more pleasant pursuits, like croquet and competitive eating.

(Once Upon a Time)

If you want similar content links to the books, eah slang dictionary and more is here.

[prohaloplayer]

when a gamer dies they drop their body into the big vat that breaks them down into a bright pink paste out of which new gamers can spawn from

[summersmithlatinxgyatt]

There's likely a part 2 to my Rick Parasite theory coming. Thank you to anyone who reblogged it, but I am hoping it still explodes. This is something I removed from the theory originally to make into its own post

Season 4, Episode 1 shows other dimensions have become fascist seemingly without an explanation. These are the dimensions that have Operation Phoenix set up. Rick had no back-up clones due to killing them all in 'Big Trouble in Little Sanchez'. The fact he goes into other dimensions for this means that the other Ricks must have known about him, but each of them comes in confused and ready to kill. So what's going on here?

Rick had escaped the clutches of The Citadel and cosmic prison. He would go out of his way to destroy it, leaving it in physical shattered remains. In Season 3, Episode 1, we see that Rick changes bodies with other Ricks in a similar way. However, that's because his mind was still intact - it was the body that was being cut-off forcibly. He dies in an accident in Season 4, causing the chain of events of his holograms and clones. I think this is an attempt from The Citadel to rebuild and catch Rick. What's the proof?

The Ricklantis Mixup shows blatantly (mainly through its cold opening) that not everyone hates The Citadel and wants it gone. The fact there's politicians at all means there are people who genuinely care for The Citadel. That means it can splinter off properly - again, this is evident through the existence of political parties. Other Ricks would create their OWN Citadel. Even if they're small compared to the scope of The Citadel, they're still the smartest man in their own dimension. This would allow them to create a government in their dimension that serves as a mini-Citadel that controls the entire planet

As the Wiki points out, there seems to be no racial hierarchy in the first fascist government we see. I don't know if this applies to any other government we see because they're based on species - we don't know if they coexist or all species are divided

However, the system of fascism in the first one mentions sterilizing China. Rick would obviously be able to pull this off, but it seems that each politician Rick went out of their way to set up their own government in their dimension, as I hinted at. This allows total control and means private Citadel-esque systems control each dimension personally rather than having a watchful eye over each dimension

Fascist Morty might seem like an anomaly, but there's a great explanation for this

He says this Rick was 'too political', meaning he must have been focused on his new role as a dictator. When he mentions missing old adventures, this is something that can explain why they did this in the first place

This is sort of a chicken and egg situation on which came first, so bear with me. But I think when The Citadel was destroyed, Ricks in their dimension were distraught and wanted to bring it back in some way. They must have also heard that Rick C-137 was on the loose, causing there to be a perfect solution. If Rick ever dies, they can cause the rerouted Operation Phoenix vats to bring C-137 to them. With these fascist Citadel-esque governments in place, they keep their ideologies going and kill C-137 right in their own dimension. In a way, they brought the Citadel home and to Rick

The thing about adventures though - they KILL

The idea of a Meeseeks Box still existing is interesting, even Kirkland versions of them. This IS an autocracy, meaning that Rick can literally spawn in Meeseeks to do whatever he wants. It's perfect! That means no soldiers can turn on him, they're temporary servants that can only do one thing and do it right

In the situation of an 'adventure', even if Rick can leave for a while by using a Meeseeks or two (or relying on other figures like the president), it's still dangerous. If he dies, the vat is used as Rick reincarnates. They CANNOT allow that to happen. Considering Operation Phoenix carries a limited number of bodies (and Rick seems to have had the most growing), it's risky because they'd be wasting one on the fascist Rick while waiting for C-137 to come

Wasp Rick doesn't seem to be an outlier, though

Notice how Fascist Morty took control quickly of the situation and seems to follow these political ideaologies as well. He just wants to have a stable mix of a controlled government and adventuring Wasp Rick also mentions that Wasp Morty has been looking at alt-right forums after berating C-137 for using up a vat. Sound familiar?

However, Wasp Rick goes on about how his species is already brutal. So here's the final part of this theory before a recap

The dimensions that Rick's vat can reroute to seem to be on the perpetual state of having a body available to use. Considering the hatred that a Morty might have against Rick (already being shown), the death of The Citadel means that they resent Rick-centered governments AND the Rick who also caused adventures to slow down! That means Wasp Morty was likely looking at anti-Rick forums that explore a DIFFERENT kind of political ideology. I mentioned that there are different parties already, so maybe Morty was looking at a forum that introduces Morties to hating their Rick

This episode LITERALLY has Morty already going against C-137 Rick's wishes so...this theme is still continuing

Wasp Rick is angry because his Operation Phoenix vat system is being restricted to catch C-137. Rick is also aware that Wasp Morty is looking at these forums, so this is clearly an ongoing issue where other dimensions' fascist Ricks try to introduce this ideology. Wasp Rick has his vats being restricted right now as a result through what I'll call a phantom Citadel - the conceptual Citadel still trying to control each Rick and the orders that'll usually be sent out to follow

RECAP: The Citadel is trying to reform through Ricks that are angry and they decide to set up their own fascist Citadels they can run. During this, they realize that C-137 is still out there, but they decide to bide their time. In the event he dies, they'll have Operation Phoenix vats monitored and restricted. If adventuring is banned, it would also give these Ricks excuses to stay in their dimension and rule as well, creating either angry or prepared Ricks that are all branching off a similar fascist ideology - even if the political systems seem to be different across each dimension

I'd suggest leaving a comment if you'd like to see more Rick and Morty theories. These do not do well on my page sadly, and this acts sort of as Rick Parasite Theory 1.5. Part 2 might come out as well so...let me know if you want that. Or I should make this all into a YouTube video...

[superbeeny]

The ‘American Feelings Yakuza’ article reminded me of something that’s been brewing in my head for a couple years about Japanese media and the rise of antis.  Like, there's always been inflammatory bad faith criticism of characters and ships due to ship wars, but I think antis in the modern sense started to really gel when we started getting really obviously anime-inspired American cartoons by creators who actually grew up on anime and the fandoms that emerged around them (See Avatar, Korra, Steven Universe, and Voltron: Legendary Defender).  

Like, it’s not wrong to like those shows, but I do think they tended to be especially efficient spawning vats for modern anti rhetoric and behavior for some reason, and I think the way the Japanese cartoon aesthetics were removed from their original context (Japanese culture, especially their post-war period) and sanitized for the consumption of American viewers that lent itself to batshit, self-entitled fandoms who spread their attitudes like a mind-virus.  

[soylent-crocodile]

Vatmother (Monster)

(Phyrexian Vatmother by Stephen Martiniere)

(The word of the day is 'yonic')

CR14 Huge NE Aberration (Phyrexian)

The frontline engine of phyrexia is fueled by the laboratories and breeding pools established deep in phyrexian territory, and it is the job of vatmothers to keep these operations running and protected. Vatmothers continually monitor, clean, and operate the great spawning vats of which they are named, a task that requires constant observance and calculation. As such, vatmothers are surprisingly cunning creatures- a brilliance they can use to orchestrate a nightmarish victory, if need be. Vatmothers make liberal use of their climbing to hide their bulk on ceilings or on overhangs in their lairs, preferring to drop bloatbombs on their enemies to soften them up- but once the integrity of the vats is threatened, a vatmother goes all-out, dropping an Acid Fog to burn and isolate its victims before going in for the kill.

Despite the name, a vatmother’s care for the newborn phyrexians growing under her watch is purely practical- anything she judges deficient or disloyal will be killed on the spot. Typically, their corpses are returned to the vats or the laboratory to be reused, although a vatmother who is expecting visitors will line her lair with bloatbombed corpses ready to explode.

This massive hairy creature stands on six mechanical legs, its mouth perched upon a long shaggy neck and its jaw splitting vertically.

Misc- CR14 Huge NE Aberration (Phyrexian) HD20 Init:+5 Senses: Perception:+28 Darkvision 90ft, All-Around Vision, Scent  Stats- Str:31(+10) Dex:20(+5) Con:25(+7) Int:23(+6) Wis:21(+5) Cha:18(+4) BAB:+15/+10/+5 Space:15ft Reach:15ft Defense- HP:250(20d8+160) AC:24(+5 Dex, +11 Natural, -2 Size) Fort:+13 Ref:+11 Will:+17 CMD:42 Immunity: Acid, Curse, Disease, Poison, Death effects Weakness: Special Defenses: SR25, DR5/Adamantine, Ferocity, Negative Energy Affinity, All-Around Vision, Mycosynth Flesh Offense- Bite +21(2d6+10 plus grab), 4 Claws +21(2d6+10/19-20x2) CMB:+37 Speed:50ft, Climb 50ft Special Attacks: Swallow Whole (10d6 Acid damage and 1d4 Wisdom drain, HP63 AC21) Digestive Completion, Breath Weapon (90ft line, 20d6 Acid damage, Ref DC19 for half, useable once every 1d4 rounds), Deadly Claws Feats- Multiattack, Combat Reflexes, Stand Still, Power Attack (-4/+8), Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Critical Focus, Sickening Critical, Staggering Critical, Quicken Spell-Like Ability (Screech) Skills- Appraise +26, Bluff +12, Climb +28, Diplomacy +12, Heal +25, Knowledge (Arcana, Engineering, Local, Planes) +11, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +29, Linguistics +11, Perception +28, Sense Motive +20, Stealth +15 Survival +28, Swim +23 Spell-like Abilities- (CL20, Concentration +24) Spider Climb, Status /constant Screech (DC17), Bloatbomb (DC17) /at-will Acid Fog (DC20), Mass Pain Strike (DC19) Quickened Screech (DC17) 3/day Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Necril, Aklo, Common, Elven, Dwarven, Gnomish, Abyssal, Infernal, Terran, Draconic Organization- Solitary, Pair Treasure- Standard Special Abilities- Deadly Claws (Ex)- A vatmother’s claws threaten a critical on 19-20. Digestive Completion (Ex)- A medium or smaller creature swallowed whole by a vatmother is not taken to a true digestive stomach, but brought to one of the brooding chambers lining the vatmother’s back and underside. There, their bodies and minds are broken down and remade for use by Phyrexia- a creature whose wisdom is reduced to 0 immediately gains the Phyrexian template, has its wisdom restored, gains the NE alignment and becomes loyal to Phyrexia. This effect can not be reversed without a Wish or Miracle spell. A vatmother may, as a full-round action, regurgitate such a converted creature through the mouth. Mycosynth Flesh (Ex)- A phyrexian’s anatomy is both flesh and metal, typically arranged in the most disturbing way possible. As such, it may be targeted or affected by a spell as either an aberration or as a construct, whichever produces a greater effect.

[so-engery]

Doin’ an Instagram live tomorrow with the @kickstarter Zine Quest Crew - so if you’ve got Casket Land questions and want DEATH TO THE WIZARD KINGS come say high at 1PM EST

[contractbound]

On Birthdays...

Months-old thoughts on my birthday (and birthdays in general), ranging from my current-day speculations on my "birth" to my relationship to the concept over the centuries. Taken from private messages and reformatted more into essay form (albeit a messy one, riddled with author's notes written today).

December 2023 ; 1459 words

In the present day, I oftentimes wonder what that day in April (I can never remember which day) means for me in specific. (Author's Note: Turns out it's the 17th. I was reminded by my friends wishing me a happy birthday on call at midnight last night.) Is it actually the day I came into existence, or does it have some other kind of significance? Since its specifically listed as my birthday, I'd assume it's the former, unless it's a symbolic "birth" in some way, shape, or form.

There's also the issue of how Tey/vat's days and months may differ from Earth's, and the accuracy of this birthday. I mean, it's probably the closest equivalent we have, since I'd imagine there's a "language barrier" (so to speak) between Tey/vat's time and Earth's time that's too severe to overcome. I probably couldn't figure out a "truer" birth date for myself even if I tried (though being canon divergent is always a possibility as well).

Also, thinking about my "birthday" within my and Gen/shin's general canon makes me wonder how I came into existence in the first place. Did I just spawn in? Did I have any form of "parent" or creator? I could be wrong, but my current theory is I simply manifested somehow (as in without the direct and intentional influence of outside sources), more or less fully grown, just obviously naive because I was new to the world. (Author's Note: Cloud Re/tainer's story has since more or less confirmed my suspicions by citing adep/ti as having been "born amongst the elemental energy that courses between heaven and earth", which aligns with my speculations. I find this information very interesting.)

Leaning fully into the topic of canon now, it's probably not that hard to guess how I might have regarded my birthdays during my time on Tey/vat. One thing I was very good at was staying in eternal stasis, specifically in a state of not caring for myself. It's not like I could even afford to care, most of the time. As such, for most of my life I had never once given my birthday any importance, and I doubt I ever acknowledged or even remembered it much, at least not without prompting from other people. (Author's Note: To an extent, I know I'm lying about not being able to afford to care for myself. I definitely couldn't afford to do so earlier in life, but after Mo/rax took me in, it was less of an issue. At times, it was even encouraged. Like I mentioned before...prompting from other people.)

Still, even if I never gave it any importance, I probably still had different views on the concept of "birthdays" depending on what stage in my life I was at.

Very early in my life (I'm not sure the exact timeline but I'm talking the first few centuries or even decades), I doubt I had any awareness of the concept of a birthday, or what significance it had. I was probably more or less aware of how much time i had existed for, but human concepts were not even on my radar.

Once I'd gotten into the habit of looking into people's dreams, I might've gotten glimpses of birthday celebrations, among other aspects of human culture. But since it would only be small zero context glimpses, I don't think that would have given me a thorough grasp on the concept anyway. I'm going to go with the assumption that I regarded birthdays with a little bit of acknowledgement and importance, but not at all towards myself because I wasn't aware that it could apply to me. My understanding, curiosity, and enthusiasm would only have been directed towards others and towards the concept itself.

Under my former god, they gave me a better look at human life and culture, and an even more potent look into their dreams. Something as specific as birthdays were likely never a focus, but would still be one of the many things I'd get to learn more about as I gained a further understanding of humans and how they worked. Unfortunately, this god was one that, at least during the war, resented human life, only seeing it as something to make an example of or use to their advantage. That's a tangent, however.

Basically, they weren't the best teacher for this kind of thing. While that phase of my life greatly deepened my understanding of dreams and anything about humanity that was revealed to me through them, the principles and beliefs drilled into me were cruel, and I acted accordingly. Overall, I'd say I gave the concept of birthdays minimal acknowledgement. The only importance given to it (if any) would probably have been according to the god's agenda. I still wouldn't be applying the concept to myself at all, and honestly my perception of time was probably completely demolished as well.

After being taken in by Mo/rax and having all the other Yak/shas with me, I was a lot more closed off towards the world. I was no longer curious or adaptable, and only wanted to focus on fulfilling my contract (i.e being nothing more than a weapon). The other Yak/shas did not share this sentiment, and were endlessly curious about mortal life. Of course, Mor/ax didn't share my sentiment either. Being our god, he had no intention to completely distance himself from the humans he had to protect and govern.

In the case of the other Yak/shas, if they knew their "birthdays", or picked some for themselves, I don't doubt they'd want to celebrate themselves and each other whenever the day came. Thinking about it, I get the feeling that if our birthdays were symbolic, chosen dates, we'd pick the days Mo/rax took us in...but that's tangential.

The others wouldn't let me off the hook until I told them my "birthday", and then when the day rolled around, wouldn't let me off the hook until I celebrated with them. I was stubborn, and considered it frivolous, but couldn't avoid them without feeling at least a little bad....so I let it happen. I was forced to acknowledge the occasion known as the birthday and give it importance. Not just as a general concept, either, but specifically mine and those of the people closest to me.

Well, I say "forced", but honestly, i came to enjoy it over time. Not that I'd ever admit it then.

As for the general concept and human customs, I closed myself off from that and stopped feeling curious. It really felt best to distance myself from mortal affairs as best as I could, and not involve myself more than necessary. Still, it was hard to completely distance myself when I had the others to forcibly involve me.

In the centuries following Fu/she's disappearance, I was completely closed off and truly lived only to fight, save for a few foolish personal endeavours. I could probably ramble on about this period of my life in general, but specifically in the context of birthdays, I don't think I have any insight.

Finally, in the time after meeting Aether...in many cases, it was like being back with the others. He developed a stubborn interest in me, and made me open my eyes to the world around me again. For the first time in centuries, I allowed my birthday to be acknowledged and celebrated.

The first time he wished me happy birthday and prepared a celebration for me, it was probably quite jarring. Honestly, I don't know if I ever got fully used to it. But I did eventually come to enjoy it. Over time, I opened up and let myself be curious again, and with Aether living regularly among mortals, I got to learn more than I ever had, with no strings attached, no ulterior motives. I doubt I ever came to fully embrace/understand mortal traditions, maybe calling them frivolous or confusing, but inside I enjoyed learning, and most of all sharing it with him.

Overall, this is probably the most (healthy) acknowledgement and importance I'd be giving to my birthday, and slowly I'd be letting myself be curious about birthdays as a general custom too. I'd also come to look forward to Aether's "birthday" as well, whether it was actually the day he came to be, or something symbolic.

I could never forget any other friends I'd let into my life, either. My social circle grew over time, and I had bridged many gaps between myself and the people around me. Most memorably, I grew closer to the other adep/ti, and occasionally joined their festivities.

Perhaps between immortals, the concept of a "birthday" works differently from how mortals go about it, but the sentiment stays the same.

[abronzeagegod]

Writing prompt: a flower in a garden wakes up one day, in a red dress.

[Thanks for the ask and the prompt! I know it took a while to get done but work has been kicking my ass lately. Also this one got away from me, as most of these things do! If anyone has any more prompts feel free to send them my way, i might not get to them in a timely fashion though.]

Well, she thought, this is not right.

One minute she was standing in the dirt, trees and sky overhead anxiously awaiting the dawning of the sun, of the warmth, the light, the energy all around her.

Now she's laying in the dirt, looking up at the trees and the sky and the bright sun of the early morning and instead of feeling alive and invigorated and bright and happy, she feels alive and warm, and kind of sticky and that's not very comfortable.

"DA!" came a sudden and loud voice from nearby. Before such a voice from the family that lived in the nearby cottage would be mere background noise, but now it was loud, screeching, and demanding attention. "There's a weird lady laying in the dirt outside!"

There was a pause of blessed silence before a new voice yelled from nearby.

"JONATHAN I'M FIXIN TA GROUND YA FER A YEAR!"

Immediately following this new declaration there was the sound of something loud and clanging, as the one in trouble tried to make good an escape.

A few moments later there came a cloud that covered the sun.

"Ok, up ya get," said the voice.

Standing over her was a man, dark skin, lovely looking, but tired.

The woman shook her head. She just kind of instinctively knew that it meant 'no'.

"Ya likely ta burn out here, let me fix ya something ta eat n drink and we'll fix ya right up."

"I can't move. My root are in the ground. I get my nourishment from the sun and the rain."

"Ya, that mighta been the case, but my daft son emptied the potion vat on ya pretty head and now yer a woman and not a plant. So up ya git. Come in the house, we'll fix ya up in a bit."

She knew her body was wrong, she knew that it had changed and was different, but she didn't want to acknowledge it until this moment. She wanted to still be a plant.

"Come on now."

Reluctantly, she tried to get the body to move correctly. It was hard and odd and getting used to having a body full of blood and muscle, sinew and bone, was not something that came easily. Coordination was tricky.

"Like trickin' a drunk to come home with a biscuit," muttered the man.

Getting into the small cottage and sitting down took entirely too long.

"Samuel," the father said to his youngest, "fetch some water and make our guest sommin ta eat. I hafta fix this mess."

The young boy ran off to fetch some water from the nearby well.

The woman sat (sitting was decidedly a strange sensation, so many things had to bend in just the right ways and they only bend in certain ways) at the table, and with a glass of water in front of her, was delighted. She needed water, she loved water. She stuck her hand in the glass and sat there contented.

"Ya don't absorb water like that," the father said as he worked over a small cauldron. "Ya hafta use yer mouth."

The youngest son had to then help the woman learn to use this stupid mouth appendage thing to consume water. How inefficient and gross.

"I must apologize fer my son," the father said. "His chores taday were to clean up after our business. We make n sell potions. Magic n such in the form of liquid. Tha other day, ya see, we had an order fer some potions of polymorph, tha magic of turnin things inta other things. Insteada disposin of it all proper like, my idiot spawn Jon was a wee bit lazy, an dumped it all out in ta garten, which had the unfortunate side affect of turning you from a lovely lil rose bush into this her young woman ya are now."

The youngest child also tried to show the woman how to eat some of the bread that they had made the day before. It was a bit of a challenge to be sure, but there was also something so special and delicious and amazing about the texture, the feel, and the taste of the bread that she had never before experienced.

"Right. This here potion to put ya back is going ta take a few hours or so. Wanna make good use of those legs yer got there and see the world outside tha garten?"

The woman who was once a flower was intrigued by the idea of the world beyond what her limited perceptions could see in her normal form. She agreed, and following the older man she followed him out of the house and beyond the realm of the garden that she had spent all of her life in.

The world outside the house and the garden was vast and strange and so deeply interesting. The trees were all different and interesting! There were more birds and squirrels and other things that she never could have imagined existing outside after she walked for just a little bit.

There was a small river with fish! They walked across a waterfall! They saw things of so many different colors! They even saw the man's neighbor who spoke loudly and with a strange accent that the woman could barely understand. The man had a horse with him that was so large and beautiful that if she was still a flower she would have been terrified of being trampled.

"The world is so beautiful," she remarked to the man as they walked back towards the cottage.

"Aye, it is. But it's also dangerous and strange and violent sumtimes. There's a great beauty out there. But also great pain."

"What if I didn't want to go back to being a flower?"

The man sighed, resting his hands in his pockets. "Aye. Well we could leave ya be. Teach ya how to live, to survive. Bein a human is hard. Ya can't just feed off tha sun, live off tha rain. There's work ya gotta do to live. It's hard."

He paused for a long time.

"The longer ya stay a human or a bird or whatever ya like, the harder it is ta go back. After a time ya can't go back. Ya saw more than you would have as a plant, aye, that's true. But with all tha good comes all tha bad. You love tha people you love, sometimes they leave, sometimes you leave. Sometimes nothing much happens but change occurs and ya aren't the same person they loved so much. With tha heat comes tha burning. With tha cold comes tha freezing. Ya grow, ya age, ya eventually die. It's not something I wanna put on you, just because ya saw some pretty nature outside yer little plot. Bein human ain't nothing I wanna put on another bein if they got a choice in the matter."

"So what is going to happen to me?"

"I think... I think... we're gonna put ya back. I think it's fer the best. And if ya still dream of bein a person, the next time we make some potion we'll save some fer ya and turn ya back." There was a long silence as they approached the house and the familiar garden. "It's always easy to see tha new and tha excitin as the best thing, but I wouldn't wantta ta make the choice without knowin how good yer old life will feel when ya return to the dirt."

"Yes, I can see how that would be nice."

"If ya'd like I can put ya in the house, so you can be close by and watch er whatever ya do."

"I think I'd like that. Thank you for everything. You didn't have to do any of this to help me. But I appreciate it."

"Of course," the man said. "Now let's get ya back."

"I hope it won't be too long before I see you again."

"If you come back, we'll be happy ta have ya again."

After the potion was administered and the woman returned to being a rose bush once more, the man worked on replanting her in a large pot.

"If you come back and fall in love wit either of me sons I'm gonna have ta turn ya right back inta a plant. Can't have this nonsense happenin again."

i have a kofi

[mcfanely]

One for All October, the Winners!

Heya, everyone! After such an amazing influx of content for our little event, Katydid and I are extremely excited to announce the winners of One for All October! Everything was absolutely amazing and because of that, we've added in some more prizes since we struggled so much to select the winners overall, we wish we could give prizes to every last one of you!

So we've got some second place prizes, along with a boat load of honourable mentions! So without further ado -

First place in both art and writing will receive prizes from both of us: a half-body color artwork from myself and a fic of a minimum of 2,500 words from Katydid.

Second place winners will receive a sketch from me and a fic of a minimum of 1,000 words from Katydid.

Honorable mentions will receive a snippet from Katydid.

First Place Winners in Art and Writing:

@coffeeandtoastforbreakfast for this absolutely beautiful and sad piece about the end of One for All and All for One, the colours? Immaculate. Do I want to get my hands on it? Yes I do (I kid I kid, but Coffee you better get this framed I was in awe when I first saw it, it deserves to be on your wall)

And @gojifan97 for Yoichi Shigaraki: The Sociopathic Hero, a very different and fun take on Yoichi’s character and an extremely fun read that Kat and I both adored! It caught both our eyes as something unique and awesome!

Second Place Winners in Art and Writing:

@artistichermit a terrifying Evil Yoichi, the lighting is so cool and the composition, we had to give it it's own prize! 💙

@figurativepieceoftrash for Ouroboros, an absolutely haunting story and the way it was pace and just the CONTENT? Beautiful.

Art Honorable Mentions:

I have to preface this with the fact that due to being strapped for time, I am unable to give out any honourable mentions (not that I don't have any, god I literally loved everything so much, you all are amazing I can't sing your praises enough) due to work commitments and a packed schedule-

Though here comes Katydid with an unending ability to write, an undying love for snippets and a LOVELY list of Honorables for you all!

@possiblycringe for Yoichi’s hero poster and Yoichi watching All for One and Second fight!

@marchsage with the lighting and the cold colours👀 (Fane speaking; this was up there with one of my favourites)

@littlemusic-muse, because just look at them both!💙

@2000dragonarmy because Kat and I were so happy this prompt spawned adorable art

@pastel-meadow0203 with this evil baby💙 evil

Writing Honourable Mentions:

@mamashenanigans COLD by MamaShenanigans, Can't go wrong with a horrifying creature and a dark setting!

@gentrychild Family by Gentrychild the brotherliness, the VIBES, loved it so much

@missremember Radial Crack by MissRemember, when I say Kat and I were theorising~

Hello There, Mini Me by SherlockianDemigod221 The innocence of little Yoichi had me melting

@metablood Growing up in his shadow by MetaBlood What an evil big brother, an organised psychopath right there!

@ilentari Revenge of the Little Brother by Ilentari We were cackling, it's what All for One deserves, I've read this multiple times

@chaoticargeltal Brains in vat, or when All For One watched the Matrix too much by ArgelTal Oh the horror of this realisation

Viva La Vida by Space__Cryptid Royalty AU AND AFO with a wife? Such a beautiful fantasy

Randomly Picked Honorable Mention:

@acanfullofspiders To Be A Hero by acanfullofspiders, the role swap, the PLOT👀

Finally, Katydid had a lot of trouble narrowing down the honorable mention list and really wanted to offer a prize to everyone, so there is an additional participation prize: anyone who participated in One for All October but did not win a prize can send an ask for the 5 headcanons game or fic title game. This is only open to One for All October participants and you can freely bombard my own asks or Kats!

You can contact us for your prizes through our socials below. We will not do NSFW content and we reserve the right to ask for a different request. And please be patient since we have quite a few prizes to work on for this contest!

Katydid

Discord: katydid#9629

Ao3: Katydid

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McFaneLy

Discord: mcfanely#3085

Ao3: McFaneLy

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[dogtoling]

Can inklings respawn with out the respawn point or is it up to us?

Inklings can respawn without a respawn point, we see they can in Salmon Run and all they have is a lifesaver to cling to. If you want to go by game canon, it seems that at minimum if you want to respawn, you just need some sort of vat or dish of ink.

As for my headcanons, you can respawn without help of any kind technically, as long as you have time and the conditions aren't like, deadly. It's because instead of the Inkling's body literally ceasing to exist, i think the ink shooting out of the body just causes the body to lose form and basically be reduced to sludge without the necessary ink to hold the form together. The body will always prioritize vital organs, so everything else including most muscles kinda stays as soup for a really long time since you can live without, at least for a while. As ink is slowly regenerated over time the body will eventually start to regain shape, but this process is obviously drastically sped up if there's outside ink that can be absorbed, which is why spawn points make it almost instant.

But obviously just because you CAN recover from being splatted just about anywhere doesn't mean you should try it, because being what is usually just a puddle on the floor is not a good way to be, makes you extremely vulnerable, is definitely straining for the body if it happens often and for long periods of time and in bad conditions poses the very real risk of just drying out and dying. It absolutely IS a lethal condition if you're being careless and aren't in a safe environment.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if unborn Renesmee 2 wasn't discovered and got to be born? which means Hong never realized he wanted baby for himself and not to prove a point? would he try to give it to rosalie? What would the family do if they discovered this after baby was born?

The Seventh Seal

I mean, it's highly unlikely that would have happened. Hong was confident, but it took Esme a day to open that door to the basement. Someone was going to open the door within a month's time.

Add onto that that he told Carlisle and even that day Carlisle would demand something be done about it.

Hong Presents Unto the Cullens a Baby/Jellyfish

Hong triumphantly opens the basement after a month, dives into the vat, and retrieves Renesmee 2. He walks back up the stairs with no warning and presents her to the family.

Well.

His announcement has to wait as Jasper and Esme book it to the basement where they find themselves drowning in human blood and blacking out.

This, in fact, is actually the entire family save Carlisle and Rosalie. Rosalie manages to book it out of the house in time and Carlisle just sits there in numb horror while the sounds of Edward, Emmett, Esme, Alice, and Jasper rampaging in the basement waft upstairs.

"Is that a--" Carlisle almost ends that sentence with 'baby' but the thing in Hong's arms is see-through and weird looking. It looks, in theory, like a baby. It has a nose, eyes, all the parts in all the right places but... uh... yes...

Hong is now a little annoyed as Edward is the one he has to display this to and he's busy eating Bella Swan in the basement. Typical.

Hong, still dripping in blood, sits on the couch (ruining it entirely) and proceeds to wait with Carlisle.

It takes a long time to wait.

The Cullens, in fact, are too ashamed to come out of the basement. Edward's more hostile than ever (as he didn't conclude Hong was benign good in this world) and that he purposefully put that blood there to humiliate the family (especially Edward).

They also think Hong murdered Bella Swan.

They're now discussing how to best ambush Hong from the basement in sign language.

Carlisle's still sitting on the couch, staring at the not-baby.

Eventually, the basement Cullens agree to confront Hong with a monologue. Edward will rail at him on how he knows he's a murderer and he will get out or bad things will happen!

They then see the baby.

Hong announces that this child is the child of two vampires, however, as Edward can see, it's a thinking being who has superb control (better than the Cullens, clearly, as she didn't crawl back down to the basement) ergo we should turn Bella into a vampire.

They stare.

Emmett points out Bella's dead.

Hong points out Bella being dead would defeat the entire purpose of everything. (No one understands this).

They decide to move past whether or not someone, or Bella, is dead and... discuss what to do with this baby. Hong, what were you planning to do with this baby?

Hong hadn't thought that far ahead.

Uh, Rosalie, you wanted baby, right? Otherwise they can smash it with a hammer, it's no different than all the other times the Cullens have murdered someone.

No one wants to smash the baby with a hammer.

Rosalie, feeling very weird, agrees to be the mother of... whatever the fuck this thing even is. (Notably, Renesmee 2 is not as good looking/normal looking of a baby as Renesmee 1 and Rosalie also has only had 0.1 seconds to get used to the idea)

"Her name is Renesmee"

Rosalie stares and informs him that her name is not Renesmee. She doesn't have any names on hand but it is decidedly not Renesmee.

Rosalie then realizes they'll have to move. She's supposed to be in high school, she can't drop out to raise a crystal baby no one's allowed to see.

Hong notes he can make Forks forget Rosalie exists.

:/ is Rosalie's response to that.

There's much shouting and eventually Esme volunteers to watch Renesmee 2 while Rosalie's at school.

Hong, in dismay, learns that Edward thinks the child is the spawn of Satan and does not, in fact, believe it has any kind of soul.

Shenanigans continue.