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DIY Gate Sensor for Home Assistant

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Assassin Droid Spotted

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Is it too much to ask for a follow-up on the Human' Effects fic?

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This is more just some more information of headcanons I have and how I like writing the bots. So I hope you enjoy it. This one's more on the differences and similarities between humans and Cybertronians.

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Warning: mentions of reproduction, and exploration of body's. Valveplug.

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So this is just a continuation for Human effects. This one also delves into some more information on biological, cultural and different frames and how they interact with each other, humans and other organic Creatures. 

Biological Humans and Cybertronians are vastly different even with quite a few similarities. 

Sparklings and children 

There is a very big difference in the body function of Humans and Cybertronians. Size for one but also Organic DNA and CNA. There are many things which can Line up with the other species but also function very differently 

Such as. 

structure and organ comparison 

Plating - skin

Helm - head

Processor, brain module - brain 

Faceplate- face

Audio Receptors, Audials, Receptor orifices - ears 

Nasal ridge, enstril, olfactory sensors- nose

Optical ridge - eyebrows

Optics, visors  - eyes and glasses sometimes visors are used as optics

Intake- mouth, throat or a breath. 

Denta, denta plating- teeth 

Glossa- tongue 

Mandibles (insecticons) - jaw 

Vocalizer- voice box 

Chin or chin plating are the same 

Chestplate, chassis- chest and higher stomach (abs area) 

Fuel tanks- stomach. 

Backplate, back struts, binary system,  bipedalism - back and spine, spinal cord. 

Servos and digits - Hands and fingers 

Sounder plating - shoulder blades 

Pede - feet 

pump and Spark - heart and soul 

Energon lines - arrays veins. 

Vents - lungs, breath. 

Pelvic plate - pelvis

Aft, tailpipe, skid plate- butt

Interface panel - covered reproduction organs

Spike - penis 

Value - vagina 

Carrier chamber, Gestation chamber - womb

Helm and head

With the fact one is filled with circuitry, coding and wires and the other is filled with flesh, fluid and other organic matter. Humans' heads are covered in hair most times. And even those who aren't their head Is still rather soft and smooth. And the bots love playing with human hair and facial hair when they are allowed too. 

It also leads to humans giving the bots head scratches, and it's something so man you the bots had never thought of and they love it. They will lay their head in their human lap and just enjoy the gentle touches to their Finial, audials, and helm crest. It becomes. Causal thing of the humans using soft little microfiber cloths to clean out dust and dirt from the small crevices in the bots Plating. Head pats and scratches really becomes something that Cybertronians love alot and it makes a lot of humans consider the bots large cats.

Faceplate and Faces. 

One of the things which is very different between humans and Cybertronians is how they show affection to each other. Cybertronians do a thing called a helm hold. Where they each hold their partner's helm in their servos while looking into each other's optics, it's how they show how much they care, because they are focusing only on that one person. And it means alot more after the war, to focus all your attention on just one bots servos shows a lot of trust, affection and love for someone.  

While humans have Hugging, kissing. So the bots are rather confused the first time they are hugged, tensing up not wanting to hurt their human. And they nearly short circuit when the human kisses them it's more out of fear. 

“Do you know how dangerous that is! What if I crushed you!” The bot hisses in panic while looking at their lover. “not to mention the fact that is my Energon Intake! Do you know what energon can do to Humans!” It nearly sends the bot into meltdowns as they hold their lover's face staring into their eyes trying to show them how much they love and care for them. It would break their spark if they accidentally hurt them. 

“it's called a Kiss, I was kissing you” the human tries to explain, their hands cupping around their bots servos. 

“a kiss?” the bot inquired. “Yea I'm sorry if you didn't want it, it's just I thought we were in that part of our relationship” the human begins rambling out of anxiety thinking they had messed up. In the end they both settle for a small gesture in-between. Pressing their head and helm, together as they cradle the other. 

Eventually they will come around to accepting kisses but it is only for very special occasions. Because the bot will make sure that there isn't a trace of energon in their system for their partner's safety. Over time it becomes them pressing soft kisses to each other's noses. 

Skin and Plating 

These are all the parts which somewhat are similar to humans, but also work vastly different than the human body does. So with this listed here are many of the things that vary with the similarities. 

Plating and skin are vastly different due to one being metal and the other being flesh, it's one of the things a lot of the Cybertronians love is how soft Human skin is. They really enjoy just fondling their human companions, pulling their checks, and enjoying how their skin moves. How pliable, warm and squishy they are. Cybertronians finding out about human breasts really takes them by storm. 

“What are those?” the bot asks while pressing a finger to their breast feeling how soft and squishy they are. 

“breast, boobs, tits they have a lot of names” 

“What are they for?” The bot continues to just slowly play with them out of curiosity, not knowing what the human would need them for. 

“they are used for feeding babies, they fill with milk, it's not a constant thing and not everyone's do but they are for feeding babies.” the human tries to explain and it just leaves the bot shocked. 

“You're with Sparkling?” The bot asked as they began fussing over the human more, gently pressing their digits to the human's body more. 

“no, no I'm not pregnant!” They laugh out loud while rather embarrassed. “‘but wouldn't they deflate?” The bot shoots back as their digits begin needing the flesh which makes the humans sigh and lean into the touch. “human babe, don't have the same functions as you.” They tease softly.

 It ends up with one bot having their human lover back pressed to their Chassis. The bot's servos just cupped around their partners breast slowly massaging them as the human leans back just enjoying the feeling because it takes the weight off their back and the cool touch of the metal feels delightful against their skin. 

Heart and spark

The difference between a human heart and spark aren't that different at all. They both pump blood/energon to where it's needed, it's the life provider of the body. Each has a beat or pulse. And the said beat and pulse sounds different. A human's heart beat feels like a thump but to Cybertronians it's an echo. Each beat they can feel and see like A beating light. And they love how it feels laying against them, their spark will actually fall in tune With their heart beat as a way to calm the human.  While for humans a Cybertronians spark pulse feels like electricity dancing across their skin it's like the build up of static but it doesn't zap. The vibration of a spark is like energy building and releasing, the buzzing sound that just resonates through their body as they lay against their bot. 

olfactory sensors and nose

Unfortunately humans don't have the enhanced scent sensors that a lot of other species do, and Cybertronians have one for the most advanced ones, they don't just smell it but they can break down the chemical compound to its base and are able to tell humans emotions based on how they smell. It also leads to bots becoming rather touching with their lovers when they can smell their cycle. It also leads a lot of bots realising they have a breeding kink after being with a human, because the moment they can feel their partners change in hormones they are hovering. It becomes an even bigger thing when they smell the scent of a young spark, they feel the EM Field. 

carriers and pregnancy 

There is a major difference between human pregnancy and cybertronian pregnancy. Humans can only be born from reproduction.  a new spark can be formed in multiple ways. 

-Forged.  

-Cold construct. 

-split spark

- Sparked 

Forged new sparks are bots that are formed in hotspots across cybertron and on occasions sparklings can also be formed from these hot spots. 

Cold constructs are bots that have been made by others for a purpose and were originally classed as 2nd class citizens, miners or lower than other bots, 

Split Sparks made from splitting your spark into another form. It was very rare due to multiple laws being inplace against it. 

Sparklings were formed through spark merging with another and creating enough energy to form new lifeforms. A carrier would then have to host said spark in their Gestation chamber until the spark could grow its own protoform. Then from there they are moved into the carrier chamber where they learn off their carrier's coding, and also receive food, coding and personal information from their Sire via Transfluid. As sparklings are still not able to consume normal energon and it has to be processed down enough for the sparkling. (Similar to how humans breastfeed) from there once they are ready the sparkling will be ‘birthed’ and from their they will need to be carried in a spark chamber until they have fully developed but gives them time to learn the world around them but still have the safety of a parent to protect them. 

This leads the bots and humans to both be horrified at the differences of the others' reproduction. The bots are horrified over the fact a human's pelvis bone breaks just to birth a baby. But also the fact that humans can carry more than one child. They eventually watch a documentary over human birth; it makes a lot of bots short out and crash. 

Humans on the other hand are shocked over the time it takes for a bot to have a sparkling. 100 years is longer than a lot of humans ever live but it's how long it takes for the full process of a sparkling to be formed and born. That's without all the issues with CNA, temperature, spark energy, energon. A Lot of Cybertronian pregnancies don't make it to term due to these factors. 

So when by some chance a human gets pregnant by a Cybertronian it has the whole planet up in a tissy. Not just the fact of how genetically different they are but how it happened. The first human Cybertronian sparkling is a miracle watched by man and documented. And it turns out the human womb is actually the best possible hosting spot for the start of a sparkling, it's the perfect temperature, and it's not a temperature a lot of bots can keep their own frames. The human womb actually short cuts a lot of time over the birth Due to the sparkling Not needing to be shifted from one chamber to another. It comes down to being pregnant for 3 years. It's a long time for a human but it's decades Less than what it normally takes for a Cybertronian if they made it through the full progress. 

And when the sparkling is born it's discovered that the sparkling doesn't have any human traits, defects or appearance. Due to the human body mainly working as a host, the CNA and DNA don't mix when it comes to creating a sparkling but they work perfectly in sync When it comes to helping the sparkling grow. And it also turns out humans are able to sustain more than One sparkling. 

That also brings me to the function of spike and Valves. For Cybertronians spikes and Valves aren't how Sparklings are created, sparklings are created from two sparks merging together and creating enough energy for a sparkling but interface is needed to start the process of how they form. Sparkling needs Transfluid to begin and that is what Cybertronians use interfacing for outside of sharing memories, information and emotions. Most times Cybertronians interface for fun, feeling close, sharing information with a loved one, or to help feed a sparkling the necessary data, fluids and programming. 

so When a Cybertronian and human interface it has a lovely mix of a 50/ 50 chance of getting pregnant due to how the human and cybertronian heart and spark link in a frequency that is almost essential Spark merging. And a human doesn't even need to interface with a Cybertronian to get pregnant.

Here is a list of ways humans have gotten pregnant/ a bot has gotten pregnant. 

-interfacing 

-spark bonding 

-a human touching a bots spark. 

-having enough hated for another you get them pregnant by sheer Anger

- spark And heart syncing 

-A human being on their cycle will make a bot pregnant. 

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Megatron entered the medbay of the Lost Light, feeling unusual warmth and pressure in his chest. "Ratchet," he said gruffly to get the medic's attention. "Something is...off. I feel as if I have consumed fool's energon again, but I know that is not the case." 

He looked down at the medic, his optics betraying slight concern beneath his usual stern demeanour. "Examine me and determine what ails me. I need to be at full function." His pride did not allow him to admit weakness easily, but he trusted Ratchet's skills. 

Ratchet nodded to First Aid and They as they stood ready to assist. He turned back to Megatron with a scrutinising gaze.

"When did you first notice the symptoms? Any other anomalies in your systems?" he asked gruffly, scanning the Decepticon warlord from head to foot with a diagnostic tool. The scans showed unusual activity in Megatron's Gestation chamber.

"Hmm...it appears your spark is pulsing more rapidly than normal. And the pressure you described suggests a buildup of energon flow." Ratchet paused, analysing the data. "This could indicate...no, it's not possible. Or is it...?" He leaned in closer, inspecting Megatron with keen optics.

"We'll need a more detailed scan. Over here, lay back - this won't hurt but may feel peculiar. First Aid, fire up the resonator. Ambulon you're in charge of monitoring vitals."

"What's wrong, ratchet he was fine this morning?" The human asked in concern. 

Megatron lay back on the medical berth as directed, his massive frame dwarfing its size. his expression softened ever so slightly. As the detailed spark scan began, Ratchet's optics widened in surprise. "By the Allspark...it can't be..." He motioned First Aid "Look here. What do you see?"

First Aid peered at the monitor in amazement. "Two distinct spark pulses...but how is that possible?" Ratchet glanced over at Megatron, then back at the others. "It would seem Megatron himself is carrying sparkling. The increased energon flow and pressure were signs of protoform development beginning."

He chuckled wryly. "Well Megatron, it seems that fool's energon was not to blame after all. Congratulations...you're going to be a creator." Megatron's optics widened in disbelief at Ratchet's announcement. Carrying sparkling? It made no sense as far as he knew, spark merging could only occur between cybertronians and he had only been intimate with a human. 

He sat up abruptly, almost knocking First Aid over, and glared down at Ratchet. "Explain yourself, medic! How is this possible? The human and I have been intimate but they clearly lack our means of conception." Ratchet held up a calming hand. "Peace, Megatron. I have a theory," 

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[magicmousetrash]

Krel Tarron x Reader

Non-binary reader

SFW Scenario

It takes place during the 3below series

I'm writing all this with the translator since English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please let me know <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

🪄🐁: I will soon come with more food

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Krel was back in front of the holographic screen in his room, drumming his fingers nervously. He was determined to win the heart of his human crush, but earthling customs remained a mystery. How did humans connect emotionally without all the advanced technology and science he knew? So she had turned to "Mother" for advice.

—Mother, I need your help, —he said seriously, taking a breath.—I want to… impress a human.

The AI projected its holographic form, and Krel felt a slight flicker of discomfort as the ship's sensors analyzed his request.

—Understood, Prince Krel. I can provide suggestions on human courtship. Data shows that humans respond to certain common social stimuli. I will proceed to share a series of recommendations.

Krel nodded, looking over the list of tips that appeared before him. It seemed simple, in theory. How difficult could it be?

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Tip 1: A meaningful gift

—"A thoughtful gesture or a small gift is a way of showing appreciation between humans."

Krel frowned as he reviewed that first tip. He knew humans gave flowers and chocolates, but he wanted something more special. Something unique, something that would show how much he cared... without it being very obvious.

Determined, he spent the whole night creating a… how to describe it? A small, handmade device. It was a mix between a terrarium with a bioluminescent plant and a small gravitational field that made the object float gently. Krel thought it was impressive and was sure his crush would appreciate it.

The next day, with a big, self-satisfied grin, Krel approached them at school.

—I made this for you, —he said, holding the floating contraption in an outstretched hand. —I thought you might like it.

They looked at it, at first intrigued by the strange gift. But as soon as they took it, the plant began to emit a flickering glow that grew in intensity.

It’s so… cute! —they said, smiling at first. But as soon as the glowing plant started spinning faster and blinking wildly, their expressions changed to panic. —Is this safe?.

Before Krel could respond, the artifact began to sputter and floated too high, crashing into the ceiling of the hallway and exploding in a small burst of light.

Krel cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.

—Maybe… it needs a couple of adjustments, —he said as he picked up the remains of the device..

First attempt: disaster.

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Tip 2: Specific compliments

—"Personalized compliments create a greater emotional connection between humans."

Krel thought this advice would be easy to follow. He knew a lot about his crush. He knew they liked science and was pretty smart. So, he decided that praising their intellect would be a great move.

The next day in chemistry class, Krel sat next to her and waited for the perfect moment. As she focused on measuring a substance, Krel decided to intervene.

—Your accuracy with test tubes is… statistically astonishing, —he commented enthusiastically.

They looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or worry.

—Thanks… I think. —they replied, somewhat bewildered.

Krel decided to double down, thinking that perhaps a more specific compliment would be better.

—And the way you calculated the molar concentration of that solution… it’s almost as if you could handle mathematics at the quantum level.

Now they were clearly more confused than impressed.

—Uh… well, I learned it in class last year. —they answered, trying not to sound strange.

Krel bit his lip, realizing he might be going off on a bit of a tangent.

—What I mean is… you are very smart..

They smiled politely.

Second attempt: weird...

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Tip 3: Be protective

—"Showing care and protection creates a sense of emotional security."

Krel was convinced that this advice would be a success. He had noticed that humans reacted positively when someone showed concern for their safety. And since he had advanced skills in protecting others, he thought it was his time to shine.

As they walked together towards the cafeteria, he saw some kids running past, clearly not paying attention to their surroundings. This is my chance, Krel thought.

With quick movements, he pulled his crush to the side, placing them behind him with exaggerated protection.

—Watch out! —he exclaimed, turning dramatically. —You could have been run over by those reckless individuals!

They stared at him, mouths agape, totally surprised.

—Krel, they were just… running, — They said, with a nervous smile.

Krel was unfazed. He was certain he had done the right thing.

—You can never be too careful. Safety first. —he replied determinedly.

They laughed softly, clearly seeing the situation as a bit exaggerated.

Third attempt: exaggerated overprotection

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Tip 4: Quality time

The last tip was simpler: spend quality time together. No technology, no interruptions, just being in the moment. Krel thought this would be easy, but he underestimated how hard it would be not to use technology..

As they strolled through the park after school, Krel tried to hold a normal conversation. But soon, the silence felt awkward, and Krel began drumming his fingers, wishing he could Open your device to avoid this awkward situation.

Finally, he decided to distract himself from technology and focus all his attention on them.

—Did you know that the human brain releases dopamine during pleasant conversations? —he said, trying to start a topic that seemed interesting to him.

They looked at him, laughing softly.

—Really? That’s… good to know.

Krel nodded, glad to have steered the conversation back to a scientific topic. But then, without realizing it, he started talking about chemicals that activate dopamine in the brain… for 15 minutes straight.

By the time he realized it, they were looking at him with a mix of fascination and exhaustion.

—Krel, that was… very informative. —they said, trying to sound friendly.

Fourth attempt: excessive talk.

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At the end of the day, Krel returned to his room, somewhat frustrated, and stared at "Mother's" screen, waiting for her assessment.

—Mother, how did I do it? —he asked, sighing.

—The results indicate that 45% of your attempts were successful and 55% were questionable. I recommend adjustments to your approaches.

Krel slumped back into his chair.

—Maybe… humans are more complicated than I thought.

Despite everything, they allowed themselves a small smile. Even though everything had gone a little wrong, there was something charming about his mistakes. And they… well, thay hadn't completely walked away. That was a good start.

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We all love this alien boy called Krel

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Azryth Belen (Alien Boyfriend/A.B.) info

@theclockonthewall come get your food , i fleshed him out for you

🪐 Species Name: K'thari

Homeworld: Virex-9, a temperate, bioluminescent jungle planet orbiting a binary star.

Average Lifespan: 300 Earth years

Language: Primarily pheromone- and light-based communication, supplemented with vocal tones. (Clicks & Chirps)

🧬 Biology

Skin: Silken and cool to the touch, A.B.’s skin contains chromatophores that shift color slightly in response to emotions. When aroused or flustered, patches along his jaw, throat, and chest glow faintly with soft pink or violet hues—like a mood ring that can’t shut up.

Eyes: Large, dark, almost glassy. They lack pupils and reflect more light than they absorb, which makes direct eye contact in dim rooms a little surreal. His vision spectrum includes UV and infrared, so he can literally see your body heat and hormonal shifts—something that confuses him deeply when he notices you "blushing down there" and doesn’t know how to ask politely.

Tongue: Long, ridged, and hyper-flexible. It evolved for both grooming and nutrient extraction in symbiotic fruit-harvesting. Its texture is somewhere between soft coral and a heated silk ribbon—absolutely not designed with oral sex in mind, but he's trying, okay?

Mouth/Breath: Strong, almost suction-like tongue base. His breath carries trace amounts of calming pheromones, which were meant to pacify prey species (or keep his nestmates chill). You don’t know this at first—you just feel inexplicably fuzzy and relaxed when he’s between your legs. He doesn’t realize this is not normal for humans until much later.

Genitals: Internal until aroused. K’thari reproductive biology is less visual than human's and more scent/pheromone-driven. Their mating involves entwining scent glands and mutual stimulation, making A.B. deeply confused at the visual intensity of human sex. (“Your reproductive anatomy is… outside. That feels very… unsafe?”)

💬 Cultural Notes

Sexual Norms: The K'thari don't have a direct equivalent to oral sex. Intimacy is shown through shared breath, grooming, and entwining sensory limbs. So when you say, “I want you to eat me out,” he panics slightly because he thinks you’re asking to be devoured. (He does ask twice to make sure.)

Consent Rituals: Touch among K’thari is highly formal. Touching someone's face or core body is an intimate ritual, usually accompanied by pheromone-exchange or light display. So the first time you put his hand between your thighs, he short-circuits and locks up for a solid thirty seconds, every patch of his skin flashing confused yellow and excited pink.

Language Barriers: Since K’thari communication is based on pheromones and subtle skin pulses, A.B. struggles with sarcasm, idioms, and metaphors. You say, “Jaws killing me,” mid-blowjob, and he stops you immediately, horrified.

❤️ Relationship Impact

Emotional Clumsiness: He is not used to verbal affection. His version of a love confession is standing guard at your bedroom door all night or meticulously cataloguing your scent markers to recreate them when you're apart.

Learning Curve: You have to teach him human intimacy step by step, using comparisons he can understand. “My clit is like the focus point on your scent node.” “Okay, so it’s like a cluster of pleasure sensors? I can work with that.”

Devotion: Once he learns how to please you, he treats it like a sacred rite. He doesn’t just eat you out—he worships. It’s reverent. Focused. He uses your moans as calibration, adjusting pressure and angle with single-minded devotion. When you praise him, his skin lights up like a bioluminescent night field.

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(Exerpt and art from JennyDrone)

The new body was beautiful. Jet black and glossy, with gleaming gold stripes around each point of articulation. The pain that the mouse had dissociated away from the front of her mind and pushed onto me for so long was gone, and her with it. 

Master had gifted me tranquility I had not known since I was a small child throwing rocks into lake Sojourner back on Mars. Blissful, blank, obedient. No room to fight when the brain no longer produces cortisol or adrenaline. A drone doesn't worry, a drone just obeys.

“Come here, little Drone,” Master Vex instructed, and I made a happy beep noise and scampered over to him. His vines guided me up and pulled me to his lap. 

Master Vex had given me special augments when fixing me, that not only let him speak directly into my mind, but others as well. His first floret, a digital being named Olirec, talked in my head sometimes too, and I knew him as Admin. Drone was just happy to be so loved by everyone.

Master Vex picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. Exciting things always happened there, things that made me feel like such a good, obedient pet.

He flowed down on top of me, and I lay very still, like a good drone without any orders.

“Such a good girl you are, Jenny. Go on, squirm for me.”

I obediently began thrashing and pushing back against his grip, only to feel it tighten. Every motion was met by the reminder that he was stronger than me, in willpower and the physical. My struggle only drained my energy, made each repeated motion weaker than the last.

I moaned and beeped and whimpered as his thorns dug into the surface of my body. Artificial sensors in my limbs converted the sharp jabs into raw pleasure, pouring an ocean of submission into my brain. I could feel his approval in my head. I was such a good drone, making Master Vex so happy.

“Good drone. You're safe and bound in my grasp. Be still.”

I complied. The port on the back of my head opened as he stroked near it, and a flurry of excited beeping sound splayed from the speaker on my shoulder that was connected directly to my implant.

His vines clicked into place in my interface jack, and the blast of raw pleasure made me see in raw binary for a few seconds. Bundles of benev-alware punched through anything resembling sentience, rerouting power in my heavily altered mind, prioritizing the tidal wave of surrender.

The full story: JennyDrone

[hyperch1ptune]

yk i’ve always wanted to do something like this on tumblr,,,in addition w me being extremely fixated to where I have a lot of ideas I wanna infodump about

ULTIMATE FIDGET & DIGIT HEADCANON SHEET LETS GOOO

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Overall Info

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They were both created by Penny, but not just to be extra defensive weapons for W.O.M.P. ; if anything, Penny found it to be a good excuse to add some extra members to the family.

They’re the twins of the family!! (Fidget only being 30 minutes younger technically due to the early testing & waking was done on Digit first)

(Speaking of, once they were tested in a small room for their first 1 on 1 meeting, Fidget introduced himself to Digit using morse code..he was still very unsure which language was his default)

Although they have the data to know every language, some of their mains are as listed: English, Español, Français, Sign language, Morse code, and Binary code.

(They like to scare Nozzaire sometimes with them knowing french)

Aside from most of their traits being taken off by Gadget, they both have they’re own unique personalities that bounce off of each other naturally.

This was given to them via a unique AI chip she created personally; making the robots being able to feel. One chip has much more intense power than the other, making them individual.

She also downloaded them with as much old & recent info she could by the time they were fresh, giving them a mouthful of knowledge all ranging from history to pop culture; a century full at best.

Because of this, they have the mentality of 20 year olds (Ranging from 20 to 25) having them act reasonable when needed, and a little immature when overwhelmed.

Both robots are agender!!

Digit believes since they’re not human they aren’t as deserving of being put under a specific umbrella; even with pronouns given to them.

Fidget also feels they don’t fit under certain categories, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t embrace it. If anything, he’s the most to experiment with different clothing whenever given the chance.

(Attack Of The Killer Bee’s & Help Wanted are good examples)

(This one’s kinda webcomicy implied but idc i’m impatient)

(Don’t mind how it’s mEssy as well)

From the beginning to the end of GATG, their skeleton has been updated CONSTANTLY for some sort of improvement. With extra tweaking being done as well from another character (wink wink), this is what their functions look on the inside for now.

The main middle surface has been heavily influenced from “The Ultimate Weapon”, where the aftermath has left Digit overwhelmed with a system like that overall, while Fidget still thought it was extremely stimulating.

(Digit still finds Fidget really gross for liking to eat)

To replace the stomach, a little storage cabinet was built inside Digit for a much comfortable fit; in addition giving him more room to collect random objects.

Fidget on the other hand got a whole update to the first stomach model; it now consisted of an elastic bag filled with much stronger acid, stronger than a humans at least (Battery acid). The size of it has increased as well, a request from Fidget really so he can spend more time stuffing himself without feeling discomfort.

Cushions are for extra defense around their gadgets & differentiating middle areas.

(The cushions and middle hatches both have separate openings, meaning the cushions can act like “skin” whenever it’s only the hatches open)

(Fidget enjoys having his stomach rubbed because of this)

(It’s also better defense for Digit overall if the cushions so happened to break if the evidence is spiked. 2 layers is honestly like a backup for him)

The smaller storage unit was implemented from “Claw’s Collection”, basically a little area where the gadgetinis can store small objects such as magnets or chip pieces.

The Danger sensor evolved more into a heart chip for them, taken from “No Such Thing As Ghosts”, usually from it intensifying whenever the both of them stumble upon something “frightening” & what not.

The speakers are a way the gadgetinis are able to take in and hear information: from them being hunks of metal to begin with, they don’t exactly have proper ear drums..Fidget experiences a lot of distortion from one of his speakers being loose though.

The Poison/Gas identifier & AI chip’s are just fun additions!! The chips giving the gadgetinis more “realistic” interactions, and the identifier making it more easy to see if something’s been spiked or if the air was being poisoned.

(At least thats a easy way 2 make sure their stoves don’t explode)

They’re body parts consist out of heavy metal, and water proof wire coating. This makes them both bullet proof indestructible to water..they still don’t dare to breathe water in due to the risk of their circuiting inside.

But even with these in mind, they’re still at huge risk if they ever get electrocuted, or overheat. They’re circulating can easily go haywire, and have them be broken for a good while.

They both weight 300 pounds respectively (Fidget only weighing 35 more) from all of the wiring & metal connected,,no way would they weight lightly.

(No way IN HELL am I listing off all of their gadgets,,,they showcase a new one every episode & that’s a whole different list on its own. I can say though all the main apartment’s are in they’re arms, legs, hat, and middle)

•••

Digit

—

To start off, he focuses more on the role of being a robot more intensely than his brother.

Maybe a little too much as well..he’s extremely insecure when it comes to failure or flaws within his work or actions overall.

(He’s the type to sit and ponder on situations that don’t go as good as he hoped; not reacting as intense physically, but would probably stay quiet for a good couple of days until he feel the needs to vent.)

It’s a main reason why he bickers about Fidget & his “human” feelings, a self indulgent problem.

He bases his whole personality off of being servile, so showing or feeling genuine emotion has him think he’s imperfect in some way; easily beating himself over it.

(He’s probably envied another robot & their strengths before.)

Him overthinking about it in general also has him thinking it’s something he shouldn’t be doing, so he usually masks it with a nonchalant, strict, or sarcastic attitude.

With these attitudes he’s started to like the feeling of being praised more often, but he never gets selfish about it..he just gloats a lot.

Even with this in mind, he’s still extremely loyal whenever it comes to anyone in his family.

He cares for all of them an overwhelming amount, and doesn’t back down on cheering up or caring any of his family members. Seeing them happy always put him in a better mood overall.

If ANY of the Brown/Gadget family was put under any danger, he comes quick to serve to destroy anyone and anything putting them in a terrible position.

This makes him a good parental figure at best, having him watch & look over anybody underage and or untrusting for wanting to do something “dangerous”.

Because he’s quick to serve, he never says no to any request he’s given..professionally/forcefully speaking.

If a dumb enough of a request was given to him he’d probably turn it down (Or if it’s just something he’s unable to do)

Even if he keeps himself together, he can be easily more frightened than Fidget if you time it right. He never admits to it even if someone tells him about it.

This also plays into the fact he’s EXTREMELY sensitive to loud noises. Even if he knows it’s coming, it hits him like a truck with how overpowering the echos are in his ears.

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy metal/rock all that often..preferably nothing heavy, but still “dark” enough on a pop fan’s ear. This is one of those moments where he excuses how loud the music can be.

He gained a small habit of collecting things from the extra storage compartment, usually being specific items every time he’s off collecting.

This hobby is usually kept private, but he doesn’t mind showing Fidget some of the small trinkets he’s collected & infodump about their differences.

He likes to infodump to Fidget about random stuff overall, he really enjoys seeing him getting as intrigued as he is with his own hobbies & interests.

Digit’s a Aroace Homoplatonic (Or however you’d call a aroace gay person,,)

He never truly understands the appeal of love, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in getting in a platonic relationship of any kind.

In addition to him not feeling “attraction” to anyone feminine, he usually gets more intrigued in a person if they were as professional as him so they have something to bond over.

•••

Fidget

—

Fidget on the other hand thrives off of his emotions; he doesn’t think much on profession, & overall he’s just having a fun time!!

It’s strangely beautiful for him to not have anything natural to a human but still feel certain pains, emotions, and strengths as would a human.

He isn’t scared on showing whatever it’s feeling; maybe it being pain, hunger, sadness, excitement, he’s gonna show it one way or another.

He’s also the more dramatic and or teasing character, although it’s all in good fun if he’s poking fun at someone close.

He does get a little insecure about his feelings whenever Digit says something on him being unable to do something, but it’s like a small sting he’d feel for a couple minutes.

He usually processes negative emotions more intensely, making a whole fit during the moment until he eventually gets over it.

This doesn’t mean he isn’t emotional, Fidget is extremely sympathetic & worrisome overall.

Usually his mind goes into areas that’d seem silly to scare himself over, but there are times where he uses those feelings for anything more “heavy”.

His brother is a good example of this, with Fidget feeling terrible over Digit giving himself such a strict mindset for as long as they both could remember.

Speaking of, Digit is a huge role model to Fidget aside from the lieutenant. Most of what he dose he’d always think what Digit would do or say in the situation.

(Mostly it’s just a bunch of funny bits where he’d get reminded of how comedically sarcastic he can be)

This is another reason he feels so awful on him beating on himself over the smallest “flaws”, Fidget doesn’t care how Digit acts because he’s apart of family. No matter how he was he was still going to care for him equally.

He does try & get a little bit out of Digit once in a while, usually starting as a fight & them slowly turning into them both comforting each other.

Fidget is scary good at comforting whenever he isn’t in a panic, maybe it’s just a certain tone he uses, but if he’s trying to cheer someone up their in good hands.

If he is in a panic or rush, it’s gonna be really messy with whatever he says; really it’s him trying to find the right words he can’t see.

(He’s the silly one of the duo! Someone’s gotta do it!)

Fidget’s equally loyal about his family as is Digit, but he dose get a little scared at time of what they may be facing off. Piss him off enough & he’ll get just has defensive IF NOT MORE than his twin.

Even then he’d usually be in the one in the trouble..if he ever needs to save someone outside of the lieutenant or Penny he’s probably getting tricked in some way.

(He’s smart enough to not fully fall into the bait, if anything the idea of someone being used as bait for him makes him mad enough)

Type of guy to enjoy hot temperatures, preferably anything that steams, like a hot towel!

It massages the outer plates of his body, as well making his circits more loose to where he could melt like putty. As he’s said before about steam: “It relaxes him for the whole day” (Help Wanted reference again hi)

Although he enjoys consuming many things, this guys a MAJOR sweet tooth.

Anything sweet, rich, sour, chilled, creamy, milky, choc-y even he easily melts over. He’s the type of guy who could eat a cake whole if he wanted; and given his agility, he very much can.

Because of a specific icon of MAD, he’s got a tad bit of fear for most cats..it melts away once he finds out if a said kitty is nice.

His MAIN fear is anything paranormal

Fidget’s a Pansexual-romantic (or just an asexual pansexual!)

This robot understands love much more than intended, almost anyone appealing enough makes his heart race. But even then if someone outside of his family fed him he’d probably think about that longer than intended..

Even with this being the case, he’s never comfortable with anybody getting close-close with him, he’d be confused either way with him not exactly being equipped for what others find appealing. Just some close cuddling & he’s all good.

•••

don’t mind how this got a lil messy around the end,,,but dAmn was this fun to write

[a-minke-whales-tale]

How will you eat in the whale suit? Swallow small chunks of food whole? Or another method?

The food will have to pass through the exterior mouth into where I would actually be and the food pushed into my mouth or against my lips so I can take the food. In order to enter the mouth the main jaw will likely have to be machine articulated just due to the sheet size of the jaw on baleen whales (though with something like a dolphin this could probably be reduced some). How exactly the opening and closing will be triggered I am not certain. Likely some sort of pressure sensor for how far open the human jaw is to determine how fast the thing opens or closes and some sort of feedback mechanism to the user since it would be nice to have it be a bit more than a binary action as it does offer options for interaction. The food will mostly be special fish and gelatine. It would have to be made into relatively small chunks probably not larger than 30 grams at a time though 50 may be doable. From here you chew it lightly and swallow it same as any other food, just if the suit detects the mouth wide open then of course the suit's mouth would open. We will have to consume somewhere between 2000 and 4000 grams of food a day (though roughly half of that is gelatine hydration and perhaps that can be addressed in some other matter) so that means we would be given a bit somewhere between 70 and 140 times a day, which if you watch a lot of interaction is not actually super high or unreasonable.

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: A Tech-priest archeologist in her investigation to find relics from time past only receives a message to the Imperium as a whole.

TW: Spooky (not really)/Drama/My bad depiction on how the Mechanicus talks

Pairings: None

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia @echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock (hopefully THIS TIME THE TAGS WORK-)

He who sees your soul, he who takes humanity or returns thy fear

It had taken the tech-priests months and countless servitors, but the ruins of A-74 had finally been cleared. The ancient planetary outpost gleamed once more, its copper domes and crystalline spires catching the pale sunlight. Magos Delphi surveyed the scene with a mix of pride and anticipation, her augmetic eyes whirring as they took in every detail.

"At last," she intoned, her vox-caster crackling with excitement, "We can begin the real work."

Her team of adepts gathered around, their mechadendrites twitching with eagerness. The secrets of the old ones lay within these halls - miraculous technologies from the Dark Age that could revolutionize the Imperium, or perhaps other secrets that would please the Ommnisiah were bound to be found here, in that long lost human colony.

As they approached the newly unsealed entrance, Delphi felt a surge of optimism. Whatever challenges lay ahead, it had been wroth all of the assets, both human and mechanical, her cohort had thrown at it

The massive adamantium doors groaned open, revealing a cavernous atrium bathed in an eerie blue glow. Delphi and her team cautiously entered, their augmetic senses on high alert. The walls were lined with intricate circuitry patterns that pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and strange symbols flickered across holographic displays, they all looked to be human, resembling the speech and symbol patterns she had seen in other cultures using to communicate; although she despised it, she had been taught in the ways normal “meatbags” spoke with their kind instead of the glorious binary language of the Mechanicum.

As they ventured deeper into the atrium, Delphi's excitement grew. The technology surrounding them was far more advanced than she had dared to hope. Her cogitators whirred furiously, processing the wealth of information before her.

"Adept Gamma," she called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, "Begin cataloging these circuit patterns. Adept Beta, analyze those holographic displays. Do not get distracted by your excitement and control those mechandrites"

The adepts acknowledged with binary chirps, their mechanical limbs already extending to interface with the ancient systems. Delphi moved further into the chamber, her own augmetic limbs twitching with anticipation. Her vid-feed was recording every detail, so she could study it at her leisure, and her internal cogitator was already running simulations of the possible technology they might find here.

As she scanned the room, her optical sensors detected movement in the corner. She quickly turned to look, but the source was already gone. It had seemed like a blur of light, flickering in and out of view. She blinked her cybernetic eyes and tried to process what she had just seen. Perhaps this had been just one of the common glitches in her visual input; no, the others had not noticed, and their organic parts would be better suited to detecting such errors.

She shook her head and continued scanning the room, but there was no sign of the strange apparition. As her adepts began to collect data, a low humming filled the air. The sound was strangely hypnotic, and Delphi felt her thoughts drifting. She tried to concentrate, but the humming was growing louder. Her limbs felt heavy, and her head was starting to throb, she felt numb to all around her, the excitement fleeting and the whole experience seemed surreal, as if it was happening to someone else.

The adepts were unaffected by the sound, their cybernetics shielding them from the influence. They continued their work, oblivious to anything that could had been going wrong.

"DATA. RETRIEVED. COMMENCING IMPUTATION. INPUT. PENDING."

"Adept, you are experiencing a glitch in your audio input," She heard herself say, her own voice sounding distant and muffled.

"COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS. IMPAIRED. ASSESSMENT. POSSIBILITY. 78%. POSSIBILITY. AUDIO-SPATIAL. ILLOGICAL RESPONSE, PROCEEDING TO IGNORE"

The adept's voice was flat and emotionless, but Delphi could sense the confusion and worry.

"DATA. CATALOGUED. STORAGE. PENDING."

"Adept. Cease cataloging. Initiate. Diagnostic protocols. Assess. Possibility. Data corruption."

"DIAGNOSTIC. PENDING."

She could feel her systems shutting down, her mind struggling to stay focused. The hum was deafening now, drowning out everything else.

"Adept. Report. Diagnostics."

"DIAGNOSTIC. COMPLETE. SYSTEMS. NOMINAL. DATA. UNAFFECTED. ASSESMENT, TECH-PRIEST SPEWING ILLOGICAL ORDERS, RETURNING TO ORIGINAL INSTRUCTIONS"

The adept turned its attention back to the circuits, ignoring Delphi. She could only watch as her team was slowly taken over by the humming, their movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

She fought to regain control of her body, her cybernetics resisting the strange influence. She was the head of this expedition, the leader of these adepts, yet she felt the most human she had been before her discarding of her flesh; now the numbness of limbs long replaced by augmentations were still there, even the sensation of a beating heart that her new organs had replaced.

Her head was throbbing now, her thoughts clouded and confused. The humming was unbearable, a constant, relentless drone that pierced through her. She tried to move, but her limbs were unresponsive.

"INPUT. PENDING"

She could only watch helplessly as her team continued their work, oblivious to their leader's predicament.

"TECH-PRIEST NOT RESPONDING, PROCEEDING WITHOUT AUTHORIZAAAAAA-" The Vox audio of the adept experienced lag as it's mechandrite plugged in a server full of data only to be rejected by the machine, shocked and left it on the ground wailing it's limbs trying to stand up, to comedic failure.

The rest of the adepts stopped and began to scan the area, noticing a sudden change, the air around them becoming cold, and the lights dimming.

"TECH-PRIIISSTT. H-ELP." One of the adepts managed to say before freezing completely.

"INITIATING. C-CONTA-AMB-MENT. MEASURES." The Adept who was the closest to the server tried to reach for something, but failed to do so as his entire body froze.

"WARNING. C-CORRUPT-ION. DETECTED." Another Adept managed to say before succumbing to the cold.

"INPUT. PENDING" The rest of the Adepts said at once, their voices blending together into an unearthly cacophony "WHY DO I FEEL!?!?!?! WHY I FEEL NUMB!?!?!? WHERE AM I?!?!? WHAAAA-"

Their votes spit out for a moment, their mechanic implanted eyes opening wide with a scarily human emotion before the circuits kicked in and returned them to the blank faces the Mechanicus had designed.

Delphi could only watch in horror as her team was consumed by the strange phenomenon, her body still paralyzed.

The air around them became colder, and the blue lights started to flicker. The humming grew louder, and Delphi could feel a strange presence in the room.

She struggled against the paralysis, her mind racing. This was not a natural phenomenon, this was some sort of sentient being, a creature that was capable of manipulating their bodies and minds. She needed to stop it, or else her whole team would be lost.

She focused on her cybernetics, willing them to obey her. She could feel the paralysis slowly loosening, and her limbs began to move.

The humming was deafening now, a high-pitched drone that made her head ache. She gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, her legs finally moving.

She stumbled towards the source of the hum, her vision blurred. The blue lights were flashing wildly now, and she could see a shadow, a figure much larger than anything she had ever laid eyes on before, hovering above the ground, a dark, ominous mass, with red glowing eyes intently staring directly at her.

"TECH-PRIEST"

"INITIATING. C-CONTA-AMB-MENT. PROTOCOLS"

"WHAAAA-"

"AID. DEMAND."

The Adepts had begun to move again, their bodies twitching and spasming as the strange presence approached slowly, floating just above the ground, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the room with its incessant hum, the red glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

"WHAT IS THAT?"

"AID. REQUEST."

"REPAIR. ME. NOW"

"ASSESTMENT. FUCK. THE. FLESH"

"PLEASE. HELP. US."

"WHAT. ARE. YOU? WHAT. AM. I?"

"DATA. CORRUPTED. PLEA. SEEK. REPAIR."

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING"

"PLEA. DATA. CORRUPTED"

"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU."

The voices of the adepts snapped back and forth between human-like and their mechanical selves, their minds struggling to comprehend the strange being that was approaching them.

The presence was almost upon them, its eyes blazing and its body pulsing with energy. The hum was overwhelming, and Delphi could feel the air growing colder. She knew she had to act now, or they would all be lost.

The tech-priest flashed a light to the adepts, a series of binary code.

"FOCUS. ON. ME. WE. NEED. TO. EXIT. NOW."

The Adepts were struggling to understand the words, their minds reeling from the effects of the presence. They turned towards Delphi, their eyes wide and terrified.

Delphi grabbed the Adept closest to her and pulled him towards the exit, the others following behind. Through the way back, Delphi realized what the outpost truly was; there were old rusted Aquilas in the walls, chambers so big only those of the Adeptus Astartes would be able to use, plugs and connections fitted to store power armor and equipment, this was a Fortress-Monastery, of a Chapter, perhaps even a Legion long forgotten by time.

The Presence was gaining on them, its eyes glowing and its hum growing louder. Delphi and the Adepts fled through the halls, their feet pounding against the cold metal floors. The presence was close behind, its hum growing louder and louder. They saw the exit where they had blown that building, salvation was at their reach, but they were not alone.

A dozen servitors were waiting for them outside, their bodies twisted and malformed. Their eyes were vacant, and their mouths were open in silent screams. They were reaching out to Delphi and the Adepts, their fingers grasping and clawing. Their own servitors, by some inexplicable reason, were able to feel, just like Delphi and her adepts had experienced before the Presence made itself known,

Delphi pushed past the servitors, their bodies crumbling to the floor. The presence was close behind.

The adepts followed Delphi, their bodies trembling. The presence was nearly upon them, but the shuttle to leave was even closer. As she boarded the few servitors and adepts that weren't yet in the ground spitting oil from it's orifices and repeating binary code over and over, Delphi got to see who the Presence had been in the dim light of the night sky.

An imposing figure, who at the moment had only really been strolling to catch up rather than chasing them at full speed, completely bald, pale and with those piercing red eyes that seemed to look directly into Delphi soul. She knew it had been the cause of the malfunctions, of the disconnections, the king amongst the forgotten and abandoned Fortress-Monastery; slowly and steadily it raised it's arms forward, hands open as if it was pleading; it's mouth was closed, his eyebrows neutral, the entire face did not reflect even a sliver of emotion going through that body standing there, unmoving, silent.

As Delphi backed up to the shuttle, the humming and strange phenomenon in her body began to fade, it was as if she was out of the radius of "that presence". It was the entity who had made them feel that way just by being near, she assessed that it was more than likely the entity wasn't even aware of those reactions to its presence. As the shuttle door slid close, Delphi heard "It" speak in a rumbling voice it pierced the metal now separating it from the tech-priest cohort.

"I see the past and the future. Go, tech-priest; say what you have seen. Tell the other's, the Imperium of Man, that Neran sees and hears them once again"

[avengersacademyarchive]

Mission: (unknown)

Loki: I have a proposition for you, Oldthong. Ultron: My anticipatory sensors are rapidly blinking... Loki: You and I should combine our talents to craft a magnificent ruse. A lie large enough to encapsulate the Academy, and grant us easy access to Fury's secret power. Ultron: I'm not evil anymore... Loki: Spoken like a hopelessly binary being.

[sw5w]

The Shields are Gone

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:26:15

[solitaire-06]

Every good Star Wars story needs droid characters, and Errant Jedi Knights is no exception. So say hello to the Padawan Pack’s faithful artificial companion, U8R-7!

(Artwork creator unknown to me as of uploading, based on old concept art for BB-8)

The Minuscule Aide

Model: U8R vector-class technical droid

Manufacturer: Ferropol Field Systems

Height: 0.8 metres

Gendered Programming: Non-binary

Pronouns: They/them

Created: Around 20 ABY

Optic Sensor Colour: Turquoise

Plating Colour: White and gold

Sensors:

Photoreceptor

Infrared sensor

Motion detector

Holoprojector/recorder

Audio receptor/sonar sensor

Radar sensor

Air density sensor/weather monitor

Olfactory sensor/chemical sensor

Substance analyser/enzymer

Energy scanner

Geoscanner

Tools and Equipment:

Manipulator arm (3)

Data probe

Standard I/O socket

Laser drill

Spotlight

Heuristic processor

Integrated commlink

Reader socket

Spark projector

Scomp link

Arc welder

Welding torch

Affiliations:

Chiss Ascendancy

Hlas family

New Jedi Order

Galactic Alliance

Notes: U8R-7 has been my closest companion for over half my life, ever since I found and repaired them when I was seven. They’ve always been there for me, and the intelligence and insight they’ve displayed towards me and my peers indicates a profoundly greater degree of sentience than most in the galaxy would initially (or want to) believe. Now they’re coming with me to Ossus, where my fate will be decided by the Jedi Council… If I’m sent away from the Order and forced to go back to Csilla, I have a feeling I’m going to need their support more than ever. - Hlas’or’enalos, 40 ABY.

“They say that the greatest friends one can have are those who stay by your side and yet simultaneously stand up to you when necessary. If that’s the case… then Soren - and the rest of the Pack - are truly lucky to have a friend as courageous and devoted as Yu-Eight-Ar-Seven serving beside them.”

[buttsandboltguns]

Two for the Martyr

High Velocity’s delicate flesh was pressed into its inertial cradle as it skated over the damp floor of the sparse forest. Its thrusters fired with the scream of a strained jet and it threw itself to the side, barely skirting around a tree. The turbine intakes in its chest sucked air in as a beached fish would gasp for water. 

The enemy was not far behind. They had eliminated other members of its squad, leaving them as smoking wrecks punched full of holes. One of the wrecks would even be potentially salvageable, as the only thing that was punched out from it was the meat. The meat was replaceable. The metal was forever.

Red abruptly lit up High Velocity’s reactor scanner. It braced its twin autocannons and changed its trajectory, retrothrusters roaring to life to reduce forward velocity and maneuvering jets sending the machine hurtling to its left at a breakneck pace. Its internal inertial cradle could barely compensate for the heavy vector change and it felt its control grow weak for a few seconds.

It would need to escape as soon as was possible. Propellant was beginning to run slim and its autocannons were nearly empty. If it got lucky, it could take out another enemy before needing to resort to utilizing retractable blades. Even that wouldn’t be a surefire solution to dealing with the enemy. The unit hunting it was a mixed unit. It had both fast movers and heavier assault units. A hammer and an anvil. And High Velocity and its unit had played right into those hands.

The secondary visual sensors on High Velocity detected a repeated burst of light from the distance in the forest. Moments later, autocannon shells slammed into the dirt and trees around it. Lucky hits blew away pieces of its armor, a burning sensation filling High Velocity’s mind. A burst of binary code that other interface units would recognize as a scream would rip forth from it, filling the air with an electrical shrieking.

Time slowed for High Velocity. A cocktail of combat boosters and utilitarian chemical supplements were supplied to its delicate flesh. It writhed, the speed at which it processed its current situation speeding up. The burning sensation numbed to an irritating itch that pressed on its mind, urging it forwards.

This could not go on, it decided. Dumping fuel into its thrusters to force them into afterburn, the interface unit would turn hard and charge the enemy. Its own autocannons roared to life as it battered the armor of a heavy mech with gunfire, delighting as shards of ceramic plating flew away in high fidelity slow motion. The burst of fire cost hundreds of shells.

Munitions expended.

The autocannons jettisoned from the arms of High Velocity as its jets burned on, on a collision course with the heavy mech. It shook its arms out, revelled in the feeling of the freed actuators and myomer, retractable blades being loosed in the promise of a bacchanal of violence. 

As it screamed across the gap, it threw itself into the air. Maneuvering jets course corrected and it lead with its retractable blades, putting all forty tons of its weight behind a strike that sunk deep into the heavy mech’s torso and cockpit. The mech toppled backwards, High Velocity riding the limp shell of the machine to the ground.

It ripped its blades free, bounding in towards the next closest mech. It ducked low, tossing itself nearly onto its back. The pounding shriek of thrusters filled the air as it brought itself up from a bare miss with the dirt, arm swinging upwards. Blade met armor and carved a deep furrow through the medium mech’s side armor, catching the chin of the mech’s head and tearing it clean off with a shower of sparks and shrapnel.

It was here that High Velocity found itself staring down another medium mech. This one carried two shoulder mounted missile racks, the racks adjusting and arming before letting loose.

High explosive missiles cratered the armor of the fast attack unit, blowing away its streamline  shell and reaching deep into its thicker primary plating. Its nerves went alight, searing its mind, forcing it to rock back on its heels and stagger.

Smoke filled the air and rippled up from its body. Through the thin haze of the battlefield, High Velocity was able to spot the autoloader system replenishing the missile racks. It had to move… it had to move!

It threw itself to the side at the same moment a volley was loosed. Several missiles clipped its limbs, blowing away the few remainders of the thicker armor plating there. Pushing through the pain, it lunged in close, flashing out with a chipped blade towards the mech’s cockpit.

The mech swayed back, bringing one arm up to deflect the blade away. The other arm dropped fluidly and then locked perpendicular to its hip, brandishing the integrated heavy laser as it surged forwards once more, crashing the thick ridged cage armor around its cockpit against the head of the fast attacker. 

From the mech’s laser a blinding pulsed laser struck High Velocity in the leg. Stunned by the pain, it begun to topple and the mech took advantage, striking out with a leg and knocking the lighter fast mover to the ground.

In the slowly developing combat mire of the forest floor, High Velocity thrashed, limbs knocking into the ground and trees around it. Mud contaminated once-clean motor sections and swamped its thrusters before it managed to get enough limbs underneath its damaged frame to right itself, pushing up and scrabbling to an unsteady posture.

There was no time to react as its hunter finally caught up with it. Another fast attack interface unit, this one with the name Other Side of the Sunset painted in delicate yellow stenciling across its rounded purple streamline shell. The fast attacker lashed out with taloned hands, tearing a furrow across the torso plating of High Velocity.

The follow-up assault began to dismantle the injured fast attacker. Talon strikes to its torso and abdominal plating rapidly eroded away at its structural integrity before blows were being taken to internal systems.

Other Side of the Sunset whipped one taloned hand out, digging deep into the battered unit’s arm. Its leg snapped out in a kick to High Velocity’s side and its arm wrenched free with a horrific twisting of metal, ceramic, and myomer. Coolant and propellant poured from the open rent as it tried to reposition itself in the mud -

- Julia struggling against the restraints of the inertial cradle, gasping as she felt every moment of the mech being taken apart around her, nerves on fire, reaching her hand out to -

- scrape malfunctioning and awkward manipulators over the exposed root structure of a tree as flammable propellant refluxed from pumps trying to force thrusters that weren’t there to restart -

rumbling

- blood pooling under the sealed layers of her piloting suit -

roaring

- coolant gumming up microactuators in subsystems -

screaming

- as she watched helplessly as Other Side of the Sunset lowered a shoulder-mounted laser towards her inertial cradle, its allies rallying behind it to cheer for her death -

- and none were prepared for the meteoric impact as a true assault mech descended on a column of exhausted balefire, its spiked hooves knocking a medium mech to the ground and crushing its gyro underfoot.

The mech immediately lurched into action, pivoting into an anchor turn. Its right arm dropped low and leveled with the mech it stood upon, a plasma blast leaving its cockpit a glowing puddle as its left clawed manipulator caught a scout mech by the waist, the 15 ton light swiftly becoming bisected as the claws snapped shut.

Chaos broke out as the hunters began to fire upon the assault mech, autocannon and laser fire soaking into its thick armor as if they were no greater inconvenience than a swarm of mosquitoes. The grand mech brought its right arm up and over to lock onto another fast attacker, severing one of its legs with the subsequent plasma blast. Missile racks integrated to the outer edges of its hips let loose and battered a heavy mech’s armor plating as it slewed its torso hard to the left, left arm continuing past to point nearly behind it to tag an approaching mech in the center torso with a plasma blast. The lasers in its torso fired off in paired brackets, each pair of pulsed twin lasers stripping holes in the missile-battered heavy mech’s armor.

Within moments, the majority of the hunting force had been reduced to molten scrap and shattered shrapnel. The remaining heavy mech and fast attacker began to split, each heading apart from each other in a bid to split the assault mech’s fire enough to allow them an advantage.

The assault class began to back up, its hooves throwing mud up as it backed off at full speed, turning and slewing its torso to keep Other Side of the Sunset within the gimbal angle of its pulsed lasers.

Julia could hardly watch in her pained stupor as the assault mech fired its lasers in two bursts. The first burst caught the fast attacker’s limbs before the second burst cored the mech, a through-and-through hole melting away and dripping to sizzle in the mud. 

A shell from the heavy mech’s large bore autocannon caught the assault mech in the shoulder, blowing armor plating clear across the clearing. It rapidly turned and slewed its torso, Julia catching the barest hint of the name Corsair painted across its center torso plating, before the forest lit up with the flashes of twin plasma cannons striking out towards the offending mech.

Deep trenches were carved in the mech’s armor, ceramic plating and metal reinforcing structure running from the heavy unit like water. A lucky shot caught an ammunition bin, gouts of flame evacuating from both the holes punched in the mech and blowout panels on its rear side. Moments after, a resounding detonation shook the forest, the blast wave washing over the assault mech standing between High Velocity and the final slain hunter.

Julia fought to keep her eyes open. She struggled to maintain consciousness, one hand trying to disconnect from the inertial cradle, the other -

- scraping furrows in the coolant-sodden mud, gaining no meaningful purchase to right itself as the assault mech approached. The immense machine slowly lowered itself and worked to slip a claw underneath High Velocity, so gentle compared to its earlier use, lifting the harmed and broken fast attacker from the mud, bringing its other arm up to stabilize their torsos against each other. It shifted the High Velocity in its arms, turning it chest-up, allowing -

- Julia to settle back into the gentle embrace of the inertial cradle, her eyes caught up on the pinpoints of light poking through the canopy above the two of them. She could hear as the access hatch to Corsair unsealed and opened and the sound of boots across its thick upper plating before -

- boots stepped tenderly onto its torso plating, picking their way across ruined superstructure and avoiding exposed bundles of myomer. They neared the exposed core of its inertial cradle, slipping over the edge towards the delicate flesh -

- and she was able to see as Calypso carefully lowered herself into the cavity of the inertial cradle. The woman was so sure of her movements, the exposed fingers of her gloved hands carefully prodding at neural connectors and interface jacks, one-by-one removing them and allowing Julia to come back to herself, battered and injured though she was.

Dragging her eyes up to the visor plate of Calypso’s neural helmet, Julia sought out the eyes of the other pilot. She found them, a gorgeous russet showing through even the armor glass of the neural helmet, and she allowed herself to trust in them and sink into the calming fire of their gaze. 

“I came for you,” came the statement from the pilot, melodious and soothing compared to Julia’s own raspy voice. Words she herself had uttered months before and had never expected to hear in return.

“Yeah.” Julia rattled in response, a bloody-toothed smile becoming her expression as she stole the response once issued to her. “So you did. Help coming?”

The idle shake of Calypso’s head didn’t lessen Julia’s feeling of security. She knew within the cockpit of the Corsair lay safety - and beyond that, maybe even something more.

“Guess that’s a debt paid, then. Take me home, Buccaneer.”

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Thank you for reading Two for the Martyr! This is the companion piece to our other work (One for the Money) and is designed to lead-in to the next section of the story.

A small amount of lore...

Interface mechs, typically fast attackers by nature but not always, are mechs designed to be directly linked to their pilots. Typically these units utilize a form of AI core to parse the data feeds in both directions, but these same AI put their pilot into the very body of the mech. No longer is there a separation - once those interface jacks are in place and the inertial cradle is sealed, the pilot becomes one with the unit, simply acting as their organic processor.

Let us know if you want to see more in the future of these two!

[snowdropheart]

Event Horizon

The figs are plump beyond the event horizon. I cannot taste them without surrendering to oblivion—

But tasting is no singular pursuit; when Ariana died in Florida, she left videos of herself swimming in the chlorine water, held fast by her mother,

looking at the moon. “All photographs are memento mori,” says Sontag— after it all, is anything changed by the binary?

There is a photograph of me dancing for the image sensor as the September evening deepened against the red brick of the century houses— Barthes says, “light, though impalpable, is here a carnal medium,”

but what an awful consolation to be irrevocably going on twenty-one— I couldn’t see the event horizon with my head bent towards the pavement,

and I thought to be loved was to be flayed alive. (When I taste the fig, I see love’s just trying.) After it all, what is death in perpetuum?

“The photograph is never in essence a memory,” says Barthes, “Nothing in it can transform grief into mourning,”

which begs the impossible question: what is flesh—what is light—what is knowing— in that laminated class of objects whose two leaves cannot be separated

without destroying them both?

[lettermanjack]

Aaaaand welcome bitches, bros and non-binary hoes to another round of 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 2am headcannons with LJ! Except it's 4am rn cause I'm a rebel 😈. Today we're focusing on the Mephone fam :D (these take place in a world where all the Mephones actually got a chance to be a family)

- Mephone 3GS has slight Prosopagnosia (face blindness/inability to recognize faces) due to his sensors being fucked up. Has a lot of memory issues in general rly due to the same injury. He mainly has difficulties remembering people's names, dates, time, when events took place, etc. (I'm projecting 💀)

- The Mephones all call each other by colors as nicknames. Mephone4, 4S, and 3gs are the main ones who call each other by colors (mostly because associating people with colors helps 3gs remember who they are.)

Here's a list of all the nicknames :)

Mephone3gs: Gray

Mephone4: Blue

Mephone4s: Red

Mephone5: Silver

Mephone5C: Pink/Rose

Mephone5S: Gold/Goldie

(Mephones 6-X have no nicknames due to them being automated guards with little to no will of their own)

- 5C and 5S are the only ones out of the main 6 that don't have a sibling dynamic, this is due to how they were created. All the Mephones before them were released independently and each a year apart (from 2009-2012) 5C and 5S were the only ones to ever be released in the same year and we're specifically built to be companion pieces to each other. They are both married and mostly see the others as their nephews while the others see them as their weird and eccentric aunt and uncle.

- A Mephone's maturity relies entirely on how advanced they are, not how long they've technically been alive. Each new Mephone model is more sophisticated than the last, making them act older and more mature despite existing for a shorter period of time. (Hence why Mephone4S and 5 act as older brother figures to 4 and 3gs and why 5c and 5s act more like well adjusted adults than the rest.)

- Mephone4 and 4S are commonly referred to as "the twins" despite being a year apart in age. This is due to their similar names, them both having the exact same physical model, the red and blue color scheme, and their just general vibe together as siblings. They bicker a lot but they're very close.

- Mephone5 is probably the most distant from the rest. But not in an asshole kinda way more like in a "stressed but wise older brother who you barely see cause he's constantly either working part time or doing college" typa way. He's just a very busy dude. Gives pretty good advice tho if you catch him on one of his break days. Constantly leaves 4S in charge.

- 3gs has seen a lot of shit 💀. Cannot be in enclosed or tight spaces for too long; you can fucking forget it if the light's are off, he would rather die than go into another dark room. Mephone damn near filled 3gs's whole room with nightlight orbs to help him sleep. 3gs is pretty embarrassed about his newfound fear of the dark and claustrophobia, but Mephone4 always reassures him that there's no shame in it. Mephone4 was actually the one to get 3gs out of the storage closet in the first place, so 3gs looks up to him a lot. If 3gs is ever upset or has a meltdown, immediately go find Mephone4. If Mephone4 is unavailable, however, 5S or 5C are good stand ins.

And now I sleeb nighty night.

[micahweil]

A couple of nights ago, my poor, damaged brain came up with an idea. A wizard skilled in transmutation magic, wanted by the Feds, working with the Trans community and giving them magical "express" HRT in the form of a Polymorph-style and a Permanence-style spell (not gonna mess with Wizards of the Coast and their copyrights, ya know), his Floridian Druid companion who wants to bring down the medical industry (starting with Insurance, of course), and a war cleric that has used his services in the past and now protects him fiercely.

Didn't fit the cleric into this quick draft of the concept, but by god, did I have to get it down. So please, enjoy what I have...

...and please keep in mind that I, myself, am only non-binary and not trans. I've probably fucked up somewhere. I do not mean to offend; this concept was just too good to keep to myself.

August 19, 2027 An undisclosed warehouse somewhere in the East Bronx, New York City "Okay, now just relax." Edgar felt the waves of magical energy surge through his body. He felt his very atoms stop holding together; his physical form started to melt together into a homogeneous blob. He, himself was not lost as the bonds reformed and merged together into something new. Arms, legs, a slimmer waist...and breasts. Everything just felt...different.

"And we're all done." The wizard held his hand out to her, helping her off the table. "How do you feel?"

"Quite...quite different." She ran her fingers along her new form and got to her feet. "...also more stable than I was expecting." The wizard, his face adorned with graying scruff, said nothing and led her over to the long mirror he had set up for her. She stood there, looking at the woman in the mirror. She smiled, wrapping her arms around herself. "Ewyn, I look...beautiful."

"Walk around," he replied. "It's your body, but it's still new. Get used to it. Tell me how it feels." He held his leg, clad in linen pants, out and rolled his ankle. "Do this. It is, after all, like a new pair of shoes." She stretched and began walking around the chamber. Her footing would be lost as she got used to the new center of balance. "I'm willing to bet this is what you wanted."

"It absolutely is." She frowned, holding her arm. "I...didn't want to wait for my doctor to start me on the hormone replacement treatment. I just...wanted to know what it felt like. Make 100% sure."

"Well, did it help?"

"Yes..." She spun a little on her heel, stopping to face him. "This is what I hope that I will get to be some day."

He smiled and waved his hand. "There is a problem with this spell, though. It's temporary. At some point, you're going to be Edgar again. That does make me worry, since it has affected some of my clients in the past. There was a whole year that I refused to do it because-"

"I know the story, Ewyn. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Oh no. No need to worry. What came out of that year was necessary. The missing part of the puzzle." He held his fingers out, magical energy dancing across them. "Do you want to wait? Especially with the government running around and doing what it's doing?"

"...I forgot they put a ban on that." She shook her head. "No...no, I am not patient. I'd love to stay like this."

He held his hand out. "I know you came with the rest of what was needed. I will keep it. I just need you to take my hand and speak your name - your REAL name - and it will never fade."

She looked him straight in the eyes and took the hand. "My name is Dawn." It felt as if she had pulled the trigger. The magic of the second spell surged through her. She, once more, felt different. Nothing had changed, however. Everything felt more solid, more real.

More permanent.

*****

August 19, 2027 One of the NYPD's mobile headquarters in the East Bronx

"Sir." The voice was alert, jostled from whatever passive rest the cop was enjoying as his sensors blinked to life. "We need to move." From behind him, another officer turned to look over his shoulder. He placed his finger on the screen, ignoring the pulsing runes that were alerting him to activity. "Same pattern of spells. It's him."

The officer smirked. "Got him this time." He turned back to his console and pulled up his radio. "All unit, converge on the following address. We've found number three on the FBI's most wanted list."

It only took them a few minutes to get rolling, and only a handful more to arrive at their destination. They were joined by multiple SWAT vans, with teams piling out and surrounding the building. They were determined: by the end of this, Ewyn would be spending the evening in a cell.

One team stacked up at the door, ready to breach...

*****

Within the chamber, a bell rang. Dawn looked upward, trying to find it. "Ewyn, what was that?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just the police stacking up at the doors to the warehouse we rented. They're probably looking for me." He seemed so uncaring about it, something that alarmed her to no end. "A shame. I was hoping to let you rest up a little more."

"Wait..." She stepped back. "Are they going to find us? Am I going to be in trouble?"

"Oh no. Far from it, actually." He waved his hand, the door to the office within the warehouse disappearing from site. "My main area of study was Transmutation, after all, but I did have a secondary interest in the paths between places. We're not actually in the Bronx anymore. We're safe" He laughed. "Even if I was forced to keep that path open, they'd still have to get past Ghee."

"Ghee?"

"Yeah. He's from Florida."

*****

The door was breached, and SWAT members swarmed in. Every corner of that empty warehouse was quickly covered, and guns were quickly trained on the central figure. A beanbag faced an old TV, which was playing older reruns of some show from a VHS player. Atop that beanbag, in what appeared to be a poncho woven out of large, green leaves, a disheveled man watched, laughing and occasionally flipping a blueberry from the little green container he held into his mouth. He hadn't noticed them, as he was wrapped up in the adventures before him.

This did not deter the police. They moved in closer. "Hey!" the sergeant shouted, trying to not surprise the apparently homeless man. The man turned to look at them, the blueberry he had launched bouncing off his head. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh...watching Gilligan?" He waved his hand at the TV. "Enjoying my afternoon?" He rolled his eyes and grabbed another berry.

The sergeant lowered his gun, which caused several of his squad to follow in suit. "Sir, you are aware that squatting is illegal in New York City. You'll have to find a homeless shelter."

"Homeless?" The man's gaunt frame slowly rose to its feet as he stared the cop down. "I am NOT homeless. I am a Druid, and we were here well before this building got here."

"Who?"

"The trees. The animals. Nature." He gestured around. "You see any of that here?"

"Oh...right." He relaxed his posture again. "You will still have to clear out. We have evidence of a fugitive from the law hiding out in here and we need all civilians out."

The man began to rock on his heels. "First of all, you can call me Froggy. Ghee for short. Second, who are you looking for?"

"A wizard wanted by the FBI," someone from the back of the SWAT pack piped up. A dirty look was shot in their direction from the Sergeant.

"Oh! You're looking for Ewey!" Ghee laughed. "I know him. He's a good friend of mine. Likes to be left alone as he works."

Weapons were gripped. "Well, where is he?"

Ghee shrugged in a very exaggerated manner. "Somewhere in the building, making someone happy. Didn't specify where he was going, just that I needed to hang out in case some very heavily armed people came by to arrest him."

The weapons were raised once more, focused on the Druid. "So you're an accomplice."

"Oooh! Now that's a nice word. I like it. 'Accomplice'. Makes it sound like I'm helping make those people happy." He tapped his chin as he thought about it.

"Froggy, you're under arrest for aiding and abetting a federal criminal. Tell us where he is." The sergeant motioned, and two SWAT members, weapons still trained on him, approached.

He smirked. "Hey officer, did I tell you where I was from?"

"Don't care Froggy. Where's Ewyn?"

The druid flashed a grin. "I'm from Florida." Within seconds, he hit the ground - but he was no longer himself. Instead, a full sized adult alligator lunged forward at on of the officers and grabbed his leg in his jaw. The cop panicked and fired at the huge beast.

The bullets ricocheted off.

*****

"By this time," Ewyn continued. "The SWAT team has busted in and met my druid friend. Likely, he's become pissed that his shows and his snack were interrupted, and has latched onto one of their legs." He walked over to another side of the room as he spoke. "He's got a couple of spells that turn that leaf poncho of his into armor that the cops would kill for, and more protections to keep him safe as he scares them off." Dawn stood there, transfixed on the sheer insanity that just spewed from the wizard's mouth. He looked at her with concern for a few moments. "Did...did I mention he's from Florida?"

"...okay, if you put it in that lens, that makes sense." She started to follow over to where he was standing. "Is he going to kill anyone?"

"Probably. The Florida Man in him has associated the police with the Healthcare industry, and there's no changing his mind." He ran his fingers slowly over the bare wall he stood at. A door slowly faded into existence. "And, boy howdy, he treats that one kid who shot the insurance CEO like a venerated saint."

She giggled a little bit. "Don't we all." She pointed at the door. "Do I just go through here?"

"Yeah. You're going to end up in a park far away from where you came in. Coming out of the bathroom, so you'll be facing the treeline and the freeway. Nobody's gonna be paying any attention, so you can just leave without fear. Head for the subway line. Doesn't matter if you head north or south; the next stations are three streets over in either direction." He handed her a scroll. "Give this to your doctor. Luckily, I know entirely too many of them and they know how to use these. By the time they're done, the government will have forgotten all about Edgar."

She took it and held it close to her. "...Ewyn, this means so much to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. "How can I repay you?"

"You provided me my materials. I think I'm good." He opened the door as soon as she let go. Fresher air rushed in, along with the sounds of children playing. "If you find another cracked egg that needs help coming out of their shell, please let them know about me. I do this for a reason, and until I'm taken down, I'll continue to do so." He motioned to the outdoors. "Now go. I need to go rescue the cops from a very angry meth gator."

She laughed. "Talk to you later, Ewyn the Magnificent." She stepped out into the park and looked around. Behind her, as he had said, she had left a rather grimy, dingy public bathroom. She looked out towards the street. Old, green wooden benches lined the edge of the park, where parents watched their kids play in the mushroom-shaped sprinklers. She smiled and ran a hand through her hair.

It felt right.