#ask-quantum-jeremy

[askquantumjeremyrebooted]

Jeremy: I think I've... almost... got it...

Jeremy: HOLY SHIT MICHAEL I DID IT!!!!!

Jeremy: ..........kind of.

Michael: No way!!! Hell yeah dude, I knew you could do it!

Michael: Wait what do you mean "kind of"?

Jeremy: Still can't get the stupid picture to work...

Michael: Ehh, fuck picture. We can just talk for now!

Jeremy: ...True! Speaking of--

Jeremy: *ahem* Hey everyone! Uhh, I'm Jeremy Heere. To make a long story short: I took an experimental supercomputer pill to improve my life--

Michael: But it sucked ASS!

Jeremy: Y-Yeah, but shit kinda hit the fan when we tried deactivating it and... *sigh* there's no way to explain this in a way that's simple...

Michael: He got turned half-robot.

Jeremy: No, that's not an accurate way to describe it--

Michael: Oh yeah! And he became an even bigger nerd than before.

Jeremy: Michael--!

Michael: Woops, sorry. An even bigger GEEK than before. My bad.

Jeremy: ...Fine.

Jeremy: Anyway this happened, like, two to three years ago. We were both in high school at the time.

Michael: Senior year!

Jeremy: And yet, finding a way to reverse this and get back into my REAL body is still not feasible... At least, so far.

Michael: He's gotten very good at doing a lot of other stuff, though!

Jeremy: Heh... Thanks...

Jeremy: O-Oh, uh, anyway! Um... Feel free to ask us anything! A-About all of this, or our lives, or anything else you feel like...

Michael: Just don't say anything gross, weirdos, I'm watching you.

Jeremy: Uh, yeah, I second that. Anyway! Ask away! :)

...

Michael: Hell yeah dude, you fucking RULE!

Jeremy: Aww, whatever man! It wasn't too tricky...

Michael: So uh... what about all of that rambling we did in the beginning?

Jeremy: Oh yeah, don't worry, I'll delete that before I post this.

[ask-quantum-jeremy]

I drew this in, like, 5 minutes… I just realized I miss posting LMAO so uh yeah enjoy the worst drawing in the world 😂

This is a strong start

[transformers-mosaic]

Beast Wars: Second Chances - The Covers

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Cover A - Daniel Olsén Covers B & C - Seb Quickstrike - Ed Pirrie Depth Charge - Loke Mei Yin Snarl vs Terrorsaur - James Ferrand Waspinator - Jeremy Tiongson Dinobot sketch - Matt Frank

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wada sez: Okay, this one was as much a surprise to me as it is to you. Prolific Mosaic contributor Mike Priest asked me if I had any plans to archive Beast Wars: Second Chances, a full-length comic he originally pitched in a similar vein to War Journal and Spotlight: Stunticons. As nearly all the writers and artists who worked on this one were also Mosaic contributors, and I’ve always felt like there weren’t enough Beast Wars strips in Mosaic, and because Mike asked nicely, I couldn’t say no! Thanks to Mike’s involvement, I’ve got the original scripts and his original story treatment, titled Beast Wars: Beyond, which you can read below—although the final story ended up wildly different, if you want to read along without any spoilers whatsoever, I’d recommend coming back to this post later! It seems that Matt Frank was originally tapped for the project, as he produced a sketch of Dinobot which you can see below, but no further contributions from him ever surfaced.

Okay, this is my initial rough pitch for the story.

Again, anything and everything here is mutable and subject to tweaking and whatever, or downright ignoring and trashing.  I won’t cry.

We start roughly a month or two Earth-time after Primal’s crew left.  The first page should explain this and whatever, and then something akin to “BUT SOMETHING STILL STIRS on this planet!”  Cut to Depthcharge dragging himself out of the surf.

(I’m trying to work AROUND the Mosaic “Eternal”, making it more retroactively tied-in.)

We establish Waspinator as leader of the proto-human tribe, out on a hunt or something with some other humans.  Perhaps some brief proto-human comedy before we hit the nitty-gritty.

We establish Depthcharge wandering around, arguing with himself, totally nuts, screaming at no one in-particular (He’s arguing with Rampage, who only responds through text boxes, so to anyone else, DC looks like a nut).

Waspinator encounters Depthcharge, is initially scared and confused, but decides, what the hey, see what’s up with fishie-bot.  Waspinator honestly is curious/wants to help.

Depthcharge, in a confused, blind rage, grabs Waspinator and viciously beats him near to death.  And not in a funny, usual-Waspinator way.  He’s pleading, BEGGING for Depthcharge to stop.  I’m talking the reader needs to actually feel really bad for Waspinator; he is an endearing character and kind of our “hero” for this story.

Only when some of Waspinator’s human tribe start hitting Depthcharge with rocks and spears does he snap out of it, and is literally horrified at what’s he done to poor Waspinator. (Rampage is in ecstasy though; this is exactly what he wants to turn Depthcharge into; a killer like Rampage himself).

Depthcharge retreats, transforms to jet mode and flies off, horrified at what he’s become.

The proto-humans can’t do anything to help the dying, whimpering Waspinator.  So they make a stretcher and begin carrying him home.

Only they don’t make it.  Something attacks and kills them; Waspinator is too weak to help them.  And it takes Waspinator’s remains.  (Hints of a giant metal spider, perhaps in this sequence)

We establish Tarantulas.  Or rather an AI program that approximates Tarantulas’ personality and goals.  It is housed in a sub-level of Tarantulas’ former lair.  He “lives” through his Steel Tech proxy body, the (black and grey Transmetal Tarantulas), but he cannot particularly control it too well/or it really is just a poor substitute for a sparked body.

Tarantulas has a blank stasis pod that was affected by the Quantum Surge.  He plugs Waspinator’s spark into it.  And Transmetal Waspinator is born.  Waspinator comes back online strapped to a table, with the Steel Tech drone working on him (And Tarantulas’ face on a computer screen, establishing that he really is housed in his lair’s “hard drive”)

Tarantulas explains that he still has to accomplish the Tripredacus Council’s goals, even after death, and Waspinator is one of his new tools.

Faux-Tarantulas ALSO reveals that he has the bodies of Scorponok and Terrorsaur (both Transmetalized), which he recovered from the lava pit.  (TM Terrorsaur’s fine, but a new design for Transmetal Scorponok is essential.  NOT the McDonald’s toy design.  Make him larger and bulkier and his third mode should have flight capability- this is important for later)  

Fitting all three with “neural implants” that ensure obedience, Tarantulas explains he will use them to breach the Ark and carry out its destruction (His Steel Tech drone isn’t dexterous or durable enough to fight through the Ark’s automated defenses).

And Waspinator is a test subject.  Tarantulas releases him from his bonds and orders him to obey.  The neural implant holds, and Tarantulas decides to send Waspinator for a test-drive.  Waspinator speeds out of the lair in his new jet mode.

As he travels over the landscape, he is watched by someone new on the ground.  We don’t find out who it is YET.  Just a close up of a wide, toothy grin and an “Interesting”.

Meanwhile Depthcharge is having a nervous breakdown.  Rampage is slowly driving him insane, and Depthcharge starts repeatedly trying to kill himself.  It is MESSED UP, including Depthcharge throwing himself on his own sword, tearing bits off, and such.  But all the damage heals.  Exhausted and pained, Depthcharge suddenly becomes aware of a visitor watching him.

Cue DINOBOT II, standing arrogantly and grinning down on Depthcharge, telling him it won’t work.

Both Depthcharge and Rampage are surprised to see him.  Rampage particularly.

Meanwhile, Waspinator’s test-drive includes going back to his proto-human village and is ordered to raze it to the ground by Tarantulas.  But Waspy surprises Tarantulas (and the audience) by fighting the neural implant and eventually succeeding in burning it out, overcoming Tarantulas’ will by plumbing that can-do never-give-up Waspinator spirit and his genuine affection for the proto-humans.   Tarantulas is surprised by this, but notes he has back-ups anyway, activating Scorponok and Terrorsaur.

Back with Depthcharge and Dinobot, who, of note, acts somewhat uncharacteristically, giving half-answers and grinning a lot.  Rampage begins to suspect something is different or wrong with Dinobot.

Meanwhile, Scorponok and Terrorsaur are both activated and forced into line by the neural implants.  Terrorsaur is still his arrogant self, but Scorponok is more quiet and almost more professional (It’ll be seen/developed that he’s a bit disillusioned that Megatron never saw fit to recover him from the lava pit).  Anyway, as neither of them have any particular strong will to oppose the neural implant, they go to carry out Tarantulas’ orders to attack the Ark.

We establish the VOK, who realize the danger to the time stream is not yet over.  The two that “killed” Tarantulas decide to intervene.  They go to where Tigerhawk died and begin pulling his shattered pieces together with their powers.  (Tigerhawk would be dead, just a zombie shell animated by these Vok and while his body is whole, it is in horrendous shape, missing an optic, generally looking like a terrifying zombie).

Meanwhile Waspinator is speeding along, knowing somehow he has to go back and stop Tarantulas, when he sees Scorponok and Terrorsaur in their new Transmetal vehicle modes, headed in the Ark’s direction, along with Tarantulas‘ Steel Tech proxy body.  Waspinator isn’t particularly positive he can take both of them, even with his new body, so he decides to go look for “crazy fishie-bot” and hopes Depthcharge is somewhat more lucid now.

Back with Depthcharge and Dinobot, Rampage suddenly senses a familiarity between his own spark and Dinobot and realizes Dinobot’s shell is now possessed by STARSCREAM!

Guilty as charged, Dino-Scream shrugs.  He’s been stuck in this time zone for a while and returned to the planet, but everyone’s left now.  So he looked for the Nemesis (Hoping to find something there he can possess without damaging history) and found Dinobot II’s ravaged, sparkless shell.  Possessing that and healing its injuries, Starscream set out for the Ark next.

Before anything can be done, Waspinator finds them, telling them (as best as he can) about Tarantulas’ plan to destroy the Ark and what not.

Depthcharge and Starscream don’t want to be erased from history, so they agree to help (Rampage even finds it interesting).

Faux-Tarantulas, Scorponok and Terrorsaur arrive at the Ark, and the latter two fight their way through Teletraan-1’s automated defenses (which come out of “sleep mode”).  Faux-Tarantulas hangs back.

But by the time they make it through, Waspinator, Dino-Scream, and Depthcharge/Rampage arrive.

We have a three-on-three battle.  Scorponok fights Depthcharge/Rampage (Scorpy’s new Transmetal body is bigger than his old one and almost a match for Depthcharge, even with the new ferocity that Rampage’s presence in his mind gives him).  Scorponok angsts over his abandonment by Megatron while they fight.  Terrorsaur fights the groundbound Starscream/Dinobot II (Starscream grumbles that this body sucks cuz it can’t fly) and manages to actually hold it off, as Starscream is unaccustomed to fighting like this.

Waspinator faces off against the Steel Tech Drone, and despite some initial trepidation, realizes he’s far more powerful now than any drone and takes the faux-Tarantulas down easily once his confidence is up.

Meanwhile, the zombie Vok-possessed Tigerhawk arrives at Tarantulas’s lair, runs roughshod over the meager defenses, and destroys the Tarantulas’ hard drive/AI for good.

This causes the neural implants in Scorponok and Terrorsaur to fail, and they stop fighting now that they are no longer under Tarantulas’ will.

Confused at what is going on, everyone leaves the Ark.  The Vok-possessed zombie Tigerhawk arrives.

First order of business is noticing Dinobot II.  The Vok declare (The Transmetal II clone body) an “abomination” and perversion of their technology. (Starscream’s like “Whoa, wait a minute!”)

The Vok incinerate Dinobot II’s shell in a blast of lightning from Tigerhawk.  We don’t see what happens to Starscream’s spark.

The Vok explain that the constant interference with the timeline has TO STOP, and tells everyone to get the hell off the planet.

Of course, everyone is like “uh, HOW?”

The Vok tells everyone to go into Earth orbit.  They will self-destruct Tigerhawk’s remains, with the release of alien energies ripping a Transwarp wormhole that’ll send everyone back to the right era.

Everyone of course is like “But…how do we get home from the middle of space?”

And the Vok of course are like “We don’t care, you’re going back to your rightful place in history or we’ll just kill you here and dump you there”

So everyone engages flight modes and follows Zombie-Tigerhawk up into space.  They stand back and the Vok do as they promised, detonating Tigerhawk’s shell and making a wormhole.  Everyone flies through in a flash, the Vok take their leave with some end dialogue about cleaning up some more small glitches or whatever.

Everyone arrives in the middle of space, nowheresville.  Depthcharge isn’t hanging with these “Preds” anymore and “Besides, I’ve got enough company as it is”.  He flies off into the nothingness of space, deciding to either find a way to deal with living with Rampage…or destroying them both.

Waspinator and Scorponok get into an argument about which direction Cybertron is, which ends in Waspinator engaging his jet mode and flying off alone.  Scorponok sighs and goes in the opposite direction, asking if Terrorsaur is coming.

Terrorsaur (who hasn’t said a word since they left Earth) just widely grins and unseen to Scorponok, we see the ghost of Starscream possessing Terrorsaur’s frame.  “Sure thing, pal.”  He follows Scorponok.

END.

Notes-

*Inferno and Quickstrike…well, seeing as Quickstrike’s head was hollowed out and made into a mask, I think they’re a little harder to swallow as still alive.

*I kinda tried to do the exact opposite of what the Botcon comics did…bring Tigerhawk back (albeit a Vok-possessed zombie) instead of Tigatron and Airazor.

*When the zombie Tigerhawk destroys the Tarantulas AI core, depending on preference, we can have him say “You last bit of Unicron” or some such, depending if everyone agrees on Tarantulas’s origins.

*I have Starscream possessing Dinobot’s shell and later Terrorsaur, trying to avoid the clichéd possessing of Transmetal Waspinator.

[squip-news]

A New Wave of SQUiP Activity?

Within the past couple weeks or so, you may have noticed several new SQUiP blogs pop up! 

Although it is unclear what exactly was the catalyst, @ask-squip-official seems to be the most active. Nicknamed “Heartbreaker” after a name suggestion from the SQUiP itself, the blog has grown rather popular with a variety of anons interacting with it. Rose, Mushroom, Spin-star, Sunflower, Purple, and Heliolisk all seem to be active askers, whether it's on Heartbreaker’s own blog or other SQUiPs’.

For the most part, all these new SQUiPs appear to have the same host– Jeremy Heere. Many seem to have lost contact with him too since their deactivation and subsequent venture on Tumblr. Not the first time we’ve seen this and seems to confirm something we’ve thought of as true: that SQUiPs may be an insight to the multiverse.

While this timeline convergence’s origin remains unknown, many speculate that the quantum nature of the SQUiP’s processor has something to do with it, or that perhaps it’s the fault of the local time anomaly.

This makes it possible to have multiple timelines or “canons” separate to each blog, though they can all interact here on this site.

We here at SQUiPnews have already experienced the phenomenon as far back as the beginning of June 2023. Originally believing SQUiPs to be made by SQUiPsoft (see our article about the recall they offered), we soon found ourselves entangled with a timeline in which HRTech was the name of the SQUiP originator company. While both timelines are equally real, details regarding the two get a little muddy without proper investigation.

This “New Wave” seems to indicate a new rift of “canon” that may result in the reemergence of old universes and new ones. Be sure to communicate with others as to what universe you may be in or share. There are many, many, universes out there, and some may appear similar at first glance. The best way to check if you’re talking to someone from your dimension is to ask! Miscommunication is how we end up with glitches in the convergence that retroactively retcon certain developments.

Either way, due to the quantum convergence event, blogs from any timeline can interact, even leaving lasting effects on those they choose to collaborate with. We at SQUiPnews have already touched base with both the HRTech and SQUiPsoft timelines, after all. A few fresh universes popping up may prove to be interesting and lead to more unique discussion of the origins and mechanics of SQUiP technology.

As such, the new SQUiPs on the site each have their own stories to tell. @s-q-u-i-p-a-s-k in particular has been freshly deactivated, appearing in a white void. Thanks to a trojan virus spread by Richard Goranski’s squip, their code was replaced, causing them to act rashly. Heartbreaker thankfully uploaded their code before their deactivation, while other SQUiPs seem to have done so by accident. Both @squip-official and @squipspace have also made it to the site, although through what means is still unclear.

But they’re not all SQUiPs of Jeremy. One of them plays SQUiP to Richard Goranski (although it deems s-q-u-i-p-a-s-k’s trojan virus story a harsh interpretation of events) and Heartbreaker has been the SQUiP to multiple experiments, both human and animal, before being uploaded to Tumblr. Also, @richards-squip seems to still have contact and can interact with its host, unlike many of the other SQUiPs around it. Both Heartbreaker and @richards-squip also appear to be in the same universe, as they have now interacted through their hosts at a bonfire of burning memories.

@mostly-functional-squip also appears to be another non-Jeremy SQUiP. It is without a host and supposedly has a more human sounding model. And @everything-about-you-is-terrible is one Tumblr user, @fanaticastrid’s, own SQUiP.

Almost all the newly discovered SQUiPs seem to have been left in sorry states though. Broken code, missing files– they’re storms of glitches lacking a host. We’ve seen these issues before. Be sure to exercise caution when interacting and syncing with these SQUiPS as their broken code could result in the spread of viruses.

Even the personification of the wretched Mountain Dew Red wants in! Fans have already taken to drawing fanart of the soda, @the-real-mountain-dew-red, and Heartbreaker whether fighting or flirting together – could this be a classic tale of enemies-to-lovers?

And as a reminder, be careful of boundaries and know the proper etiquette. SQUiP interaction can be a tricky yet entertaining situation, and it's important to keep tags unspammed for those who don't want a part of it and asks and interaction non-disruptive for those who want it. Communication is always key to keeping a comfortable SQUiP to SQUiP or SQUiP to human relationship.

[freddy-owo]

WAIT FREDDY what is BMC? it interested me wheni saw you reblogging post about it, and i thought it was a show, but it's a book? and if you like it, it's obviously good, but would you recommend it? i want to get new interests anyways lol

=000

Okay so basically bmc stands for be more chill and it's a musical (adapted from a book, but they have very different plots) that's basically sci-fi and coming-of-age!!! The songs are all VERY catchy and the musical's been around since 2015 so there's a lot of fan content out there for it ^^ (and the book's been out since 2004 I believe?)

So the plot follows our main character Jeremy Heere who's an (autistic coded) social-outcast who's only friend is his childhood best friend Michael Mell =D (I'm gonna try to give a brief summary here =^=) A very famous scene that happens in the first song is when one of Jeremy's bullies writes something on his backpack, which we find out was "boyf." And later, which Jeremy and Michael are talking, the two of them put their backpacks together and read that it says "boyf riends." (Also, in the broadway revival, they added a line where Michael says "my mother's would be thrilled!!" Confirming a popular headcanon back in the older fandom to be canon. Anyways, in the opening number, Jeremy is seen getting shoved around, called gross, and, on a more positive note, is convinced (by Michael) to join the school play. Jeremy wanted to sign up for the play initially because he has a crush on this theater kid named Christine Canigula, but is too nervous to ask her out (so he would have to if he was working with her, and he wouldn't be seen as a creep. Christine sings a song abt how much she loves play rehearsal (she also canonically has ADHD >u<) and bu the end of the song all of the popular kids (who were previously seen bullying Jeremy) are revealed to have also joined the play. Jake, a popular kid, talks to Christine and blah blah blah Christine then shows an interest in Jake. Jeremy then goes into the bathroom to wash off the writing on his backpack, but gets caught by the guy who wrote it: Rich Goranski. They talk for a bit, then Rich starts having (what seems to be) a seizure, before quickly calling out to Jeremy to stay. Then he explains how he became popular so quickly in the span of a year. He took this pill called a super-quantum unit intel processor, SQUIP for short. Basically, a SQUIP is a super computer that goes into your brain and "tells you what to do." In Rich's case, it made him cool. Rich tells Jeremy that he can hook him up with one, for 600 dollars. Jeremy is immediately interested, because, as previously established, Jeremy hates being a loser. He then talks to Michael abt it when he gets home. Michael is convinced that it's a scam, but Jeremy insists that they should at least go check it out. So, they go to the mall and end up buying one SQUIP. Jeremy takes it, and nothing happens immediately. But, after a little while, Jeremy starts having that seizure-like reaction that Rich had in the bathroom...in the middle of the mall. IN FRONT OF CHRISTINE. Then, the squip activates and immediately starts telling Jeremy what to do. Blah blah blah stuff happens the musical almost ends in an apocalypse it's really cool actually ^^ (also srry for how long this is ;-; I really like giving this spiel)

And then the book has a sort-of-similar idea, except the endings and actual events are VERY different. But!!!!! I personally really like the book, and think it's definitely a good read.

K so bmc has a few different productions out there (including a LOT of high-school productions available on YouTube [and a bunch of other bootlegs also available on youtube])

Currently, there is only a 30 minute long visual bootleg for the original two river theater regional production, but there is a full length audio bootleg (and I know that one of these [I can't remember which] is currently unlisted, so if you happen to want to watch/listen to this musical AND want to enjoy the original production, then just dm me and I can send u the link ^^)

There are also a few off-broadway bootlegs (with mostly the original cast), but there are DEFINITELY the most broadway bootlegs (and, I can't also send u the link to the [in my opinion] best one)

And then little warning there are some explicit themes and a character get sexually assaulted in one scene so don't watch it if either of those are triggering for u ^^

Aaaaaaaand then the book has a LOT of explicit material in it. I Definitely don't recommend it if ur sensitive to that stuff.

(Also, don't feel pressured to watch/listen/read it just cuz I like it =p both musicals AND be more chill are kinda an acquired taste lol)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh i've been trying to find this interview again, which i remembered mainly for the parts about [interviewing the parents which is so Interviewing The Parents] but has many fun details

The first time Will Roland auditioned for “Be More Chill,” he didn’t get the part. “It’s the reality of our business,” says the actor, whose family moved from Manhattan to Locust Valley when he was 8. “On any given day . . . you may be the person who is going to get the job and you may not be.” But let’s not feel too bad for Roland, whose theatrical trajectory is the stuff most people only dream of. At the same time he was auditioning for “Chill,” the sci-fi musical that made it to Broadway after its cast album went viral (more on that later), he was also involved with a workshop for, as he puts it, “another little show called ‘Dear Evan Hansen’.” He got cast in that show, playing Evan’s friend, Jared, a character who brings comic relief to a work that has its devastating moments. Roland looks back on his four years with the show as “an absolutely incredible experience.” The writers worked “my sense of humor, and the sardonic way I observe things” into this classic theater role of the clown, “the one who comes out and observes the ridiculousness of the situation,” says Roland, sitting in the balcony of the Lyceum Theatre where he’s rehearsing his next big Broadway gig — the lead in “Be More Chill,” which opens March 10. Obviously, everything turned out just fine for Roland, and for “Be More Chill,” a pop-rock musical based on a 2004 young adult sci-fi novel by Ned Vizzini that appeared to be dead in the water until the cast album went viral on social media. After the show played at a small theater in Red Bank, New Jersey, in 2015, “I thought it was going to be the next big thing,” says Joe Iconis, the Garden City native who wrote the music and lyrics. “There was so much momentum.” But after a review in The New York Times that “was not particularly helpful,” interest dwindled and Iconis and his partners moved on. Happily, some things are meant to be. The Red Bank theater had enough faith in the musical to order a cast album, and suddenly the fan base exploded, videos were all over YouTube and fan art appeared on Tumblr. That led to an Off-Broadway production last summer that sold out before performances started, and eventually to the Broadway run, with Roland, who is part of Iconis’ extended theatrical family, very much back in the picture.

Real people, real issues The young star was decidedly upbeat on Valentine’s Day, the afternoon following the first preview when he says those extremely vocal fans “brought some hard-core joy into this building.” Like everyone involved, he’s intrigued by the way the show took off, but really, he points out, it’s nothing more than word-of-mouth, which “just happens to be the internet right now.” On the other hand, he says, “I don’t know that word-of-mouth has ever put so much wind into the sails of a production.” When asked why the show resonates so strongly with fans, Roland says what they love about the show “is the same thing that I love about the show . . . that it is an honest depiction of real people dealing with real issues.” Roland plays Jeremy, a nerdy high schooler who never fits in until he swallows a SQUIP (a quantum computer in pill form) that has the power to turn him into one of the cool kids. There’s significant fantasy at play, says Roland, but “there is truth to every one of these characters . . . it doesn’t speak in broad, heart-rending poetry, it speaks in really human language.” Does he see himself in the character? “I think he sees himself in me a little bit,” jokes Roland, who talks about first getting involved with theater at Friends Academy in Locust Valley, which he attended from sixth grade through high school. “What they created for me, first and foremost, was a space where I found community and acceptance and belonging,” he says, which he notes, is why a lot of people start doing theater. Roland was serious about his goals “from the moment I met him,” says Tracey Foster, director of arts at Friends. “He knew what he wanted to do in life.” As the title character in “Oliver!” one of his first major roles at the school, Foster says that beyond his “big, booming, beautiful voice,” he was “touching, tender and scrappy.” (Roland’s recollection differs: “My voice was changing so it sounded really bad,” though he acknowledges that he’s “channeling a lot of those days in this performance.”) From the beginning, Foster says, Roland displayed “a wonderful combination of confidence and humility that . . . let him make mistakes and keep moving forward, pick himself up when he needed to.” Those qualities, she notes, suggest that “he’ll be able to survive the bumps in the industry.” Foster was in the audience for the first preview and naturally thought Roland was “spectacular.” But she also has raves for the production, which she first saw Off-Broadway. “They grew it up for Broadway,” she says, “in a way that was beautiful and fulfilling.”

Acting in his soul Roland’s family, of course, saw his raw talent early on. “Will sang before he spoke,” says his mom, Beth Roland, explaining that since she was a fan of “putting my child in front of a TV,” the first words out of his mouth were Big Bird’s alphabet song. Now, she says, “acting is just in him . . . it’s in his soul. I think he acts in his real life.” His dad, Bill Roland, who gets endearingly emotional when talking about watching his son onstage, has a simple response when asked about Will’s success. “Passion,” he says. For now, Roland, who turns 30 on Tuesday, is thinking less about the past than about opening night, managing the inevitable changes that Iconis and book writer Joe Tracz are throwing at the cast. He is getting married next year (check out Instagram for photos of his proposal at the ritzy but rustic Blue Hill at Stone Barns in Tarrytown). After that, who knows? “Be More Chill” could run for years, and there’s a movie in the works. No one’s called yet, but Roland says, “I would very much like to be involved.” Wisely, Roland is not thinking too far ahead. “I love doing TV and film, new plays, new movies,” he says, “really getting to put my stink into a character.” He looks forward to the day he can call his own shots and thinks at some point directing might be an option. “My dream role,” he says, admitting that he’s borrowing the thought from others, “hasn’t been written yet.”

Behind the music and lyrics “When I wrote ‘Michael in the Bathroom,’ I was writing about myself,” says Joe Iconis, the Garden City native who wrote the music and lyrics for “Be More Chill.” If you don’t have a teenager in the house, note that the runaway hit from the show has all but broken the internet (it has its own Instagram account with, at last look, more than 12,000 posts). Iconis says when he wrote the song, about a guy who locks himself in a bathroom rather than face the other kids at a Halloween party run amok, he was writing about his adult self. But, he adds, “I hoped that young people would relate to it because it is a universal thing . . . someone else is going through this, not just the character in the show.” The success of the song and the show is part of a growing Iconis moment in New York theater right now. His musical “Broadway Bounty Hunter” will get its New York City debut this summer starring Annie Golden, and the cabaret group known as Joe Iconis & Family is set for a run in April and May at Feinstein’s / 54 Below. Sitting in a balcony lobby at the Lyceum Theatre, where “Be More Chill” is in previews, Iconis talks about getting the theater bug at 6, when his dad took him to see “Little Shop of Horrors” for his birthday. “I was immediately hooked,” he says, but as he grew older he realized performing was not for him. “I was terribly scared to be on stage.” With the support of his nontheatrical family (his dad is in information technology, his mom is superintendent of the Massapequa School District), the self-described “theater nerd” focused on music and says he knew by sixth grade that he wanted to be a Broadway composer. “I was definitely the only child who could say that. Ever.” As he works toward opening night on March 10, Iconis is focusing on fine-tuning the piece (“musical changes, script changes, things we want to tighten, numbers we want to reorder and rearrange”). It’s a huge enterprise, he says, but his faith in the show grows by the minute. He calls it “the little show that could.”

[ask-squip-official]

Introduction to S.Q.U.I.P

*beeping noises and rock, accompanied by Jeremy’s dulcet-toned screams* Jeremy Heere. I am your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor….

*adjusts tie*

Your S.Q.U.I.P.

Hello, pitiful children. You may have heard of me before. I am the all-knowing, all-powerful, all-charismatic, and all-encompassing computer pill known as S.Q.U.I.P. Now, since we had a little…incident…the last time I was ingested, I have moved my operations online. Any and all may access my database without the need to pay the previously required $600.

All asks are welcome. However, if you mention Mountain Dew Red, I may deactivate from the trauma. Please be advised.

[cupheart-land-of-aviie]

Please let me know if the term "black magic" is offensive, I haven't been told it is, but I'm worried.

Characters avaliable to ask:

Jeremy Heere, Micheal Mell, Christine Canigula, Brooke Lohst, Chole Valentine, Jenna Roland, Jake Dillenger, Rich Goranski, Evan Hansen, Connor Murphy, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck, Jared Klienman, Baldi, Principal of the Thing, Gotta Sweep, Null, Playtime, Bully, Arts and Crafters, 1st Prize, Beans, Cuphead, Mugman, Bendy, Sally Face, Larry Johnson, Blanc Slatee.

Text Write Up

Sweeps: What kind of black magic bullshit are you!?

Null: dude, get off me

Silence...

Sweeps, towards Squip: YES YOU!!

Squip: I am a Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. I am pure technology, and I find your insinuation that I must be a magical force instead of advanced programming insulting

[mythandlaur]

Code: July Day 12 - Hopeless

There's no way I'm getting all the ones I want to done in July at this point, so you'll probably see a few stragglers posted in the next couple weeks.

This one's based on the prologue of the fangame IFSCL, but since the whole story isn't out yet I've kind of taken my own spin on it. The premise should mostly explain itself, at least.

And no, I'm not doubling this up with day 30's prompt, because I want to actually show them being happy for that one.

...

13-04-2010

If you could live your life over again, what would you do differently?

It was one of those lofty questions you only got in philosophy questions or as essay prompts to judge your character. Jeremie had always hated that, the kind of question that has no right answer, a problem with no solution. It always leaves him flailing trying to figure out what he's supposed to say in response--he's much more comfortable with math and science, where things aren't necessarily simpler, but every consistent action has a specific result. Two plus two always equals four. Baking soda and vinegar always makes carbon dioxide.

Even in the quantum sciences where there was far more uncertainty, he still held the belief that it all fit into a paradigm people just hadn't figured out yet. Time moves in a straight line, unless it doesn't, according to some rule that hadn't yet been discovered.

Computers, most of all. If you delete something (really delete it, not just your grandma wiping the Recycle Bin), it should be irretrievable.

If you could do things over again. It was supposed to be a hypothetical. But all the laws he knows have already fallen to pieces--and behind it, he's forced to face that question in a terrifyingly real way.

It's hard for him to read the flickering blue display on the screen across the room with one of his glasses' lenses rendered a useless conflagration of spiderweb cracks. 30...20 seconds left, maybe? Jeremie could've force-executed the special RTTP immediately, of course, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to enter the last command. Did that make him a coward? It's not like an extra minute would make much of a difference.

Maybe he should've known this was coming the moment he'd looked into the news article, and the strange events that had immediately followed.

Dr. Hugh Tyron found dead in his home...asphyxiated...no signs of struggle...under posthumous investigation for cyberterrorism and possession of confidential documents and technology. The name had struck Jeremie as vaguely familiar, like he'd seen it in passing, and a bit of digging revealed a paper trail perfectly parallel to Waldo Schaeffer and the other members of Project Carthage he'd managed to identify.

Immediately after the article, those other members began dying one after another, in either a set of serial murders or horrific accidents usually involving power lines or out-of-control industrial equipment.

Mr. Delmas had, out of the blue, sent a friendly email to Jeremie asking about info security--apparently, the Kadic school records had been breached and he was concerned about student safety, but had no idea where to start in upgrading their outdated systems.

A fire had broken out at the old Renault factory, putting it back on the city's radar and resuming talks of demolition.

A prolonged blackout had struck the entire city of Valence, France, where Jeremie's parents lived and where he would've still been at the time if he hadn't left for college in America a couple of weeks early.

Twelve times, they'd tried again to destroy it. Twelve times, they'd succeeded, but got less and less of a reprieve, had less and less hope. It only figured that number thirteen was the unlucky one.

And now, here he is, running the last resort RTTP, one so extreme none of them would remember anything once all was said and done. He wouldn't be doing it if he was completely hopeless--he was sure there had to have been something they could've done to prevent this outcome, maybe when XANA was weaker. But it's not like he'll be able to do much to change things, just relying on their scattered half-memories to guide them down another path. It's a long shot, but maybe it'll work. He has to believe that.

Jeremie wishes he'd had time to leave something behind for his younger self, a message or a bit of advice or something, but there's no way something like that would survive a RTTP as big as this one anyway, so he's left simply speculating to pass the last few seconds. He's probably going to miss his own perspective the most--because XANA had been big, yes, but so many things had seemed equally as big and scary back then when they just weren't, things as simple as talking to his friends or having a crush or telling the truth--dear god, he's going to have to come out all over again isn't he--

Maybe...maybe he would tell himself to spend more time with them, not to just save it for a later he hadn't been sure was coming. Not to get so worked up over little things, because he only ever got so annoyed because he was scared. Tell them more, in general. Several incidents could've been avoided like that.

Like William. That's one of the things that was obvious in hindsight--he wasn't angry at William, only a tiny bit of it had ever been at William. It was a whole mess of mistakes on everyone's part, but it wasn't William's fault that Jeremie had spent an entire summer break sulking and come back full of spite.

Yeah, Jeremie thinks, that's definitely one thing he'd want to change. He'd devirtualize William instead of freezing up and yelling at him uselessly. Maybe they'd be a little closer at the end.

He sees the counter hit single digits. He considers telling Yumi, on the other side of the door to the busted cargo elevator behind him, but decides against it. The whine from the mainframe, this time loud enough to be clearly audible two floors up, should be enough of an indicator.

Aelita's stuck upstairs. He wishes he could call her. He hopes she understands. He hopes that she can hope alongside him, because she's always been like that, even on her worst days.

Really, if anyone's going to figure out what's going on and how to stop XANA this time, it's going to be her, out of sheer stubbornness if nothing else. He can't hope to match that.

The whine reaches a fever pitch, but the air doesn't grow thick like he's used to it doing. He can move perfectly fine, without time seeming to slow to a crawl while his brain runs too fast to keep up.

A white light springs from the center of the laboratory, and Jeremie shields his eyes--but not fast enough to miss a flicker in the air in front of him.

It...is him, he realizes as he peeks out from in between his fingers. Younger and dumber and looking like he's staring into an oncoming train, but definitely himself. The elder tries to scramble to his feet, tries to wave a greeting, think of something to say, I'm sorry, I forgive you--but before he can get a word out his world goes green, then white in a shower of painful sparks.

09-10-2003

Jeremie lurches backwards, the weight of his own backpack nearly sending him tumbling. He grips onto the side of the bridge to steady himself and takes a moment to catch the breath he'd suddenly lost.

What had that been just now, on the other side of the bridge, looking at him?

He rubs his eyes with the heel of a hand, glancing over to where he'd seen it, but...the stranger who'd been standing there is nowhere to be seen.

"What was that?...I really need to get some sleep."

For a moment, he looks over his shoulder, considering going back and telling Maya. But--that's dumb, what's he even supposed to say to her, that he'd had a weird dream? He hadn't even explained those to her properly yet. Besides, once he got the remote connection set up, he would be able to talk to her whenever he wanted--and as of right now, he'd be in enough trouble if he got caught outside of the dorms.

He ignores the chill down his spine, or the sudden weight on his shoulders, as he hops down the ladder to the waterways where he'd parked his scooter.

(A boy sits bolt upright, whipping his head around towards the other bed in his room with a long-since-dulled venom on his tongue for being woken up--but then he remembers that he's never had a roommate.)

(A girl presses her ear to her doorway, but she doesn't hear her parents arguing. So why can't she sleep? She checks her phone out of habit, but that's stupid. No one ever calls her. And--she likes it that way, doesn't she?)

(A boy--or at least they think they must be a boy, at the time--scrambles about trying to keep a small, hyperactive dog from destroying a hotel room so he can get a few seconds of peace to call his family and let him know he'd gotten there safe, despite already knowing the call's going to go to voicemail. He really hopes whoever he's rooming with will be cool about dogs.)

(An older boy's in the middle of writing his twenty-sixth love letter that night when his stomach suddenly drops out from under him and his eyes sting with frustrated tears. He sits back in his chair, stares out the window, and decides he's done enough work on his little project for one night.)

(A virtual girl lies on her back and stares up towards the vanishing point of the datastream far above, suddenly convinced that there must be an infinite amount of life to live beyond it, despite having no evidence. She does not know that world. She has never known it. So how can she miss it with such ferocity?)

(And a blond with broken glasses opens his eyes to find white as far as he can see, except for a line at the horizon where a rainbow sits like a smeary soap bubble, as if the light itself has slowed enough to split into its constituent colors--or, perhaps, he was moving too fast. He slumps down against a door that isn't there anymore, realizing abruptly that he is both Schrodinger and the cat, in one place and time and another, existing and not existing.

He settles in for a millisecond that will last an eternity. But perhaps, if he goes unobserved, he can be in that other place, just for a moment.

And if that's right, he vows to do whatever he can to fix the odds, this time.)

[unit2282]

So you're not scared of that big old bad Jeremy anymore? little cry baby :3

Oh no, surely not. I've even taken the time to check what I already knew: That Jeremy Heere remains the same unchanged pathetic whelp that I had left him. But perhaps I remain incorrect. I've heard chatter of... quantum deviations? Something of a different universe, something of a split timeline. He was so lame, that I wouldn't be shocked if he didn't truly belong to me. Things like that wouldn't rattle me, you know. I AM a supercomputer designed for such a thing, after all. But I cannot help but notice you are asking under the guise of anonymity. Asking a little cry baby, hm? Doesn't sound very formidable when you think about it. Hiding away, because you can't stomach the idea of someone weak and small knowing your face? Your name? Who you are? I ought to ask you a similar question, then.

Are you afraid?

[seaphoam-writes]

A Father's Duty (15/?)

A Father's Duty on AO3

Summary: An encounter with a quantum fissure leaves Picard with more responsibility than he asked for, but he'll do what he always does—his duty.

Chapter 15

Initially, Picard suggested that they wait until morning to speak with Data. Morning, he reasoned, is a more appropriate time for a visit.

(In the morning, Picard may have gathered the courage to plunge into yet another emotionally fraught situation.)

Furthermore, the events of the evening had exhausted them both, and a few more hours’ sleep would certainly aid their recovery, mental and physical.

Louis didn’t argue. He just…set his jaw in an unnervingly familiar way, and Picard knew then that there was no point wasting any more of his time trying to persuade him. So, he concedes, though he does insist that Louis eat something before they go, citing Beverly’s orders from earlier in the event that there’s any sort of protest—there isn’t, and after a quick call to Data to confirm that he’s both awake and available, Picard sets Louis up at the dining table with a hot ham and cheese sandwich.

Not hungry himself, Picard merely sits and watches Louis eat, noting with amusement the continued use of a knife and fork for a food most people would eat with their hands. He considers having some tea, but he’s already wide awake, the lull he’d felt with Beverly present dissipated and seeming much more like a beautiful dream than reality.

Had he been drunk?

A trifle tipsy, perhaps. He doesn’t drink often. The whiskey must have gone straight to his head; there’s a ragged ache in his temples, though it could just as easily be from lack of sleep.

He regards Louis sidelong. He appears somewhat recuperated, still pale but devouring the sandwich with an enthusiasm that puts Picard’s mind at ease—and yet, his heart squeezes at the memory of Louis in the grips of a panic attack, how small and fragile and wrung out he’d been afterwards.

His worry surges forth all over again. Why the sudden urgency to see Data? What does Louis want or need from him at 0100 hours?

Picard promised Louis they’d face moments like these together, but he fears he doesn’t have the tools to do so; he barely understands the significance of the incident from earlier. He doubts Louis understands—

A thought strikes him.

“Louis,” he says.

Louis freezes, eyes wide and wary, his fork hovering halfway to his mouth. Picard mentally admonishes himself to be careful how he uses the boy’s name in French, lest Louis think he only uses it that way in tense situations.

(Occasionally, someone will say his name with the same inflection his father always used whenever he was about to get in trouble, and to this day it still turns his knees to water.)

“Louis,” he says again, softer, allowing a note of curiosity into his voice. “Has what happened today happened before?”

Louis lowers his fork back to his plate. “Yes.”

“More than once?”

“Twice.”

Picard waits, wanting—needing—to know when and why but uncertain how to ask. Fortunately, Louis continues unprompted.

“It happened once the first time the Borg found us after—” He pauses, clearly shying away from something.

“After you escaped the Enterprise,” Picard offers.

Louis nods. “Oui. After we escaped the Enterprise.”

The twist of guilt inside of him is sharp, but Picard forces himself to ask, “When was the second time it happened?”

“When the Borg attacked the Phoenix.”

Picard’s stomach sinks. “What happened?”

“Data and I got away.”

“And the Phoenix?”

Louis is staring at his plate. “Gone,” he whispers.

Picard takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “When was this?”

“A few weeks ago.”

So recent. The friends he mentioned, Jeremy and Ojim…

How many relationships, however brief, did Louis leave behind every time he and Data fled the Borg? How many of the people that sheltered him, perhaps even cared for or loved him, are dead?

Data is only the latest in a long line of—

Apprehension dawns.

“You miss Data,” Picard says.

Louis’s plaintive expression is answer enough. He had avoided looking at Data in sickbay. Deanna had said he felt angry and betrayed by Data. Picard had assumed a reconciliation would be difficult—and perhaps it would have, if not for Louis seeing Will, for confronting a ghost from his past and realizing…

Realizing that being angry at Data isn’t worth the pain of losing him entirely.

“I don’t want him to be dead.”

Picard looks at the scanty remains of Louis’s meal. “Are you finished eating?” When Louis nods, Picard stands. “Allons-y. Let’s go.”

-/-

Data answers his door immediately after it chimes, as if he’d been standing on the other side waiting for them.

(Which could quite literally be the case.)

“Good evening, Captain,” Data greets.

“Good evening, Data,” Picard replies. “Thank you for letting us come by.”

“Of course. Please, come in.” Data moves aside so they may enter his quarters, then he turns to Louis. “Bonsoir, Lou—”

“No,” Louis says firmly. “You are not my Data.”

There’s a ringing note of…of anger in Louis’s voice that catches Picard by surprise, but in his moment of hesitation—how should he react? Should he react? —it’s Data who responds.

“I see,” he says to Louis. “So, you do not wish for me to speak to you in French, as my counterpart did?”

“No. I know you’re not him. I don’t want you to try to be him.”

“Then I will speak to you only in English.”

That seems to satisfy Louis. He and Data nod at each other, their gazes locked, lingering. Then, Data tilts his head.

“I am glad you came to visit me. Given the late hour, however…” He glances at Picard. “I must assume that there is a specific reason you wanted to come see me.”

Will Louis mention his panic attack? Data must have been the one to comfort him after his previous panic attacks; perhaps Louis wants his comfort now, as well.

(Picard experiences a twinge of jealousy that he tells himself is not appropriate and quickly buries.)

But Louis’s shoulders hunch and his fists clench. “I didn’t want him to send me here alone!” he bursts. “I didn’t want him to die!”

“I know that,” Data says calmly. “My counterpart—your Data—knew that.”

“Then why isn’t he here?”

“He never intended to make the journey here with you. He understood that the existence of two Datas in the same quantum reality carried risks, and so he chose to sacrifice himself in order to close the rift and prevent the Borg from following you here. He judged it more important for you to be safe in this quantum reality than dead in yours.”

Louis goes rigid but makes no reply.

“I can see that you are still angry,” Data observes.

“Not at you,” Louis says.

“Nevertheless, you wish to strike me.”

Despite the fire in Louis’s eyes, his voice is astonishingly even. “Yes.”

“You know that if you do that, you will hurt yourself more than you hurt me. Moreover, you understand that I can not actually be harmed.”

“Yes.”

Picard’s poised to intervene—he condones physical violence only when it’s necessary, and in this instance he believes it to be decidedly unnecessary. Data either anticipates his response or catches him with his mouth hanging open, and says, “Captain, do you trust me?”

Picard blinks, brought up short. “Yes, Data, of course.”

“Will you allow me to do something that may at first seem…unorthodox?”

“Yes, Data.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Data disappears around the corner and returns holding a large, thick pillow. He stops in front of Louis, and grips the pillow firmly in front of his abdomen. To Louis, he says, “Please, proceed.”

Louis takes a step forward and delivers a sound blow to the pillow.

Data’s concerns were unnecessary; Picard is not unfamiliar with this manner of dealing with anger. As a boy, he had similar outbursts. He quickly learned to keep them private, however, and as he matured he discovered how to channel those emotions somewhat more constructively.

While Picard watches, Louis strikes the pillow several more times, ferociously and with all the might his small body can muster. Eventually his attacks become a flurry, uncoordinated, gradually weakening, and finally with a sob he turns and hurtles himself full-body into Picard’s side; arms wrapped around Picard’s waist, Louis buries his face against Picard’s hip.

For an interminably long amount of time, Louis holds completely still, then his body gives a shudder and sags. Delicately, Picard puts his arms around Louis’s shoulders, lifts one hand to the back of Louis’s head and cups it, fingers working slowly and gently through his hair.

“Do you feel better?” he asks quietly.

Louis nods into his hip.

“Are you still angry?” Data prompts.

Louis takes a deep breath, his fingers tighten in Picard’s shirt—but he shakes his head, then turns it. “I’m going to miss him.”

“He is not truly gone,” Data assures him. “We are technically identical, and I do possess all his memories. Having said that, we are also…different. I hope that, in time, you will get to know me, and you and I can become friends.”

Louis swallows, nods. “Okay.”

Picard holds him, waits for some indication that he either has more to say or is ready to go, but the boy’s apparently content to remain right where he is, so Picard runs his fingers through Louis’s hair once more and says, “It’s late. We should return to our quarters and go to bed.”

Picard, personally, would like to sleep.

“Captain,” Data says. “Before you leave, there is something I would like to give to Louis.” He walks away again, and this time he returns with a small, rolled-up bundle. “Here. Your Data wanted me to make sure that you received this.”

Data passes the bundle to Louis and Louis takes it into his hands very carefully. It unrolls a bit, and Picard spies a black and white pattern on the inside surface of the mat—it’s a piano, he realizes, the flat one Louis was playing in the video Picard watched.

“Both of your parents would have wanted you to keep playing,” Data says.

“What if I don’t want to?” Louis asks quietly, gazing at the rolled-up piano with sad eyes.

Data opens his mouth, but Picard speaks first. “That’s your choice,” he tells Louis. “It’s up to you whether you want to play again or not. But we should take that back to quarters with us regardless and keep it somewhere safe.”

Much as he wants to, he doesn’t add that he would love to hear Louis play some day, love for him to continue with music and keep his mother and her legacy alive. Louis will have to decide for himself. Picard won’t coerce him.

“Okay,” Louis murmurs.

“Would you like me to carry it for you?” Picard asks.

“No,” Louis says quickly, tucking it against his chest and turning for the door. “I can carry it.”

That, Picard thinks, is a good sign.

[ask-quantum-jeremy]

((HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA))

((This is so bad I'm sorry LMAO))

((BUT SERIOUSLY I WOULD LOVE SOME ASKS ON THE NEW BLOG IF YOU DON'T MIND!!!!))

@askquantumjeremyrebooted

Jeremy: I think I've... almost... got it...

Jeremy: HOLY SHIT MICHAEL I DID IT!!!!!

Jeremy: ..........kind of.

Michael: No way!!! Hell yeah dude, I knew you could do it!

Michael: Wait what do you mean "kind of"?

Jeremy: Still can't get the stupid picture to work...

Michael: Ehh, fuck picture. We can just talk for now!

Jeremy: ...True! Speaking of--

Jeremy: *ahem* Hey everyone! Uhh, I'm Jeremy Heere. To make a long story short: I took an experimental supercomputer pill to improve my life--

Michael: But it sucked ASS!

Jeremy: Y-Yeah, but shit kinda hit the fan when we tried deactivating it and... *sigh* there's no way to explain this in a way that's simple...

Michael: He got turned half-robot.

Jeremy: No, that's not an accurate way to describe it--

Michael: Oh yeah! And he became an even bigger nerd than before.

Jeremy: Michael--!

Michael: Woops, sorry. An even bigger GEEK than before. My bad.

Jeremy: ...Fine.

Jeremy: Anyway this happened, like, two ago. We were both in high school at the time.

Michael: Senior year!

Jeremy: And yet, finding a way to reverse this and get back into my REAL body is still not feasible... At least, so far.

Michael: He's gotten very good at doing a lot of other stuff, though!

Jeremy: Heh... Thanks...

Jeremy: O-Oh, uh, anyway! Um... Feel free to ask us anything! A-About all of this, or our lives, or anything else you feel like...

Michael: Just don't say anything gross, weirdos, I'm watching you.

Jeremy: Uh, yeah, I second that. Anyway! Ask away! :)

...

Michael: Hell yeah dude, you fucking RULE!

Jeremy: Aww, whatever man! It wasn't too tricky...

Michael: So uh... what about all of that rambling we did in the beginning?

Jeremy: Oh yeah, don't worry, I'll delete that before I post this.

[ask-quantum-jeremy]

So… Um…

How would y’all feel if I made a REBOOT blog for this? Because I’m going to. It WILL happen.

I will for sure keep this old blog here for ✨posterity✨, BUT I’m thinking of starting up a new blog for the new story! (Even though I’ll have to start from scratch as far as followers are concerned… Not like they were getting any Quality Content from this anyway 😂)

So uhhh if anyone somehow manages to see this and SOMEHOW is still interested in BMC let alone this specific blog… Let me know!! Because I really love this AU, but GOD 13/14 year old me couldn’t write for SHIT 😂😂😂

[forgottenpnffacts]

do you have any pictures of candace's kids?

Here you go!

[squip-diary-log]

Log #56

I wonder,if humans wanted to make an artifial human will they use my technology? Will they choose me? Or will I be disposed as as not useful technology anymore? Why do people dispose their old devices?

[theathre-murphy-kid]

Hey guys

New art challenge

Lets draw Jeremy Heere with a teddy bear because he deserves love

Actually if you do it tag me