#exclamation!2080

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glowing (exclamation!2080 art)

wowie!!! he's glowing!!! beautiful.

it's Confucius btw <3 our little hackerman of the team

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Part one: the beginning.

Backstory (0)

THE LINK

In the scientific community "People of Science," which specializes in bioengineering, Colonel was invited by the Shadow Government to create an army of superhumans (GESH). However, the project failed because the GESH lacked free will. Later, Colonel became the commander of this army.

Cinnamon Scudworth, a genius in cloning, also joined the Shadow Government despite protests from the community. The Shadow Government introduced a memory "splitting" procedure to conceal their activities. Scudworth worked on the cloning project but, upon witnessing the cruel treatment of the clones, decided to save them. He devised an escape plan, and once the clones turned 16, they began to flee. During this process, Scudworth regained his memories but lost his sanity, starting to experience hallucinations.

Colonel, disappointed by Scudworth's betrayal, reported his actions to the Shadow Government, and Cinnamon was fired. Candide, the head of the science department, was also dismissed due to poor leadership and now seeks revenge by hunting down the escaped clones. Meanwhile, the GESH have been repurposed into a shadow police force tasked with finding the clones in Exclamation City, while Candide roams the streets, ready to eliminate anyone who stands in her way.

Story (1)

Abe, Gandhi, and Joan, having successfully escaped the Shadow Tower, soon discovered an old staircase near the Barcade (bar + arcade) leading underground. Behind a door with a broken lock awaited a basement, which became their ideal hideout, hidden from prying eyes. They began to settle in, gradually adapting to their new life. After some time, having gotten used to their surroundings and figuring out how to survive under these new conditions, Gandhi decided to leave the hideout briefly for an urgent matter. On the city streets, he accidentally ran into JFK and Cleo, who, as it turned out, were also seeking refuge. Gandhi invited them to the basement, and so the core group of five clones was reunited.

Abe, curious about how JFK and Cleo had managed to remain unnoticed for so long, suggested retracing their steps. As they walked, they discussed their plans and the current situation until they stumbled upon a building covered in vibrant graffiti. In these drawings, they immediately recognized Frida's artstyle, one of their fellow clones. Returning to the hideout, they shared their discovery with the others. Abe speculated that this might be a signal from Frida and proposed setting out to find her. He went together with Gandhi and JFK.

However, unfamiliar with the city, they got lost several times and eventually found themselves near a dump, where they accidentally came across Van Gogh sitting alone. But their solitude was short-lived — a squad of Shadow Police appeared nearby. The clones grabbed Van Gogh and fled, sparking a chase. Fortunately, Scudworth and Mr. B, who had been searching for the missing clones, were nearby. They distracted the police, giving Abe and his friends a chance to successfully escape.

Incidentally, Scudworth had recently found Topher wandering the streets with no memory of his past. Cinnamon immediately understood what had happened and decided to help. After successfully diverting the police, he returned to Topher and, with Mr. B's assistance, managed to locate the other clones. Using the old GPS chips embedded in the clones' heads, they found their hideout. When everyone reunited, Topher reacquainted himself with those he had once grown up with in the Shadow Tower.

Meanwhile, news of the chase made its way into online media, which Confucius actively followed. In photos posted by random witnesses, he recognized his friends. He shared this with Harriet and Frida, with whom he was currently staying at the "Point" hostel on the outskirts of the city. The hostel owner, facing financial problems, gladly provided them shelter in exchange for a small fee and a promise to keep their presence a secret. Thus, the hostel became their new home.

Uncertain of where to find the others, Harriet, Confucius, and Frida decided to use a tried-and-true method — graffiti. As they painted on the walls, they were spotted by Gandhi, who had once again set out to search for Frida. This time, the mission was successful, and he brought all three back to the hideout. Thus, the long-awaited reunion of all the clones took place, and they could now plan their next steps together.

Confucius was able to financially support the "Old School", buying them clothes and providing food. Harriet helped Abe with leadership. Frida, as usual, adorned the city with her writings and patterns.

After some time, Abe, as expected, suggested rescuing someone else. Now dressed in new outfits, they blended seamlessly into the colorful crowd, making it unlikely that the police would notice or chase them this time.

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guess, it's time to start a new life... (exclamation!2080)

just topher without his precious memory.......

fighting artblock that's it but hope you enjoy this

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she slays the enemies (and that look as well) 💅

NEW EXCLAMATION!2080 CONTENT ALERT 🚨

Finally I made another mini-comic. Ok, this joke may be NOT funny, but this is literally her!!

Fun fact about this mini-comic!

It's based on the fact that in my AU Cleo was raised to be a typical bimbo. She didn't have any chance to show her inner world, because nobody cared, and that's why she's so obsessed with her appearance. Well, who cares what you do or say? You slay, girl! 😉 (and then she cries herself to sleep about how empty she feels 😭)

Hope you like it <3 Working hard for the fans of my AU <3 You deserve some fresh content!!

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an old new shelter (exclamation!2080) (location sketch)

Some barcade's cozy basement... kegs, stained mattress, broken arcade machines, old worn-out sofa... and a flickering lightbulb. Nice.

I hope nobody finds them here. Nobody...

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Exclamation city fountain (Exclamation!2080) (unfinished bc i got lazy)

Have you ever been on Exclamation's city square?? It has a cool fountain that looks like an exclamation point. Many people hang out here in their free time. Also, there are many coin dispensers. You can use them to buy coins just to toss them in the fountain and make a wish. You know that old tradition...

JFK and Abe were hanging out there and found a coin on the floor. One lonely coin... And two guys that have MANY wishes to make. (what if. they both wish. to be together. HUH.)

OOPS they slipped. Who knew that there are lots of puddles around the fountain...

okay. now KISS!!!!!!!! <333333

reminder: they are so fucking canon in my AU <3 love them sm

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virtual insanity (E!2080 drabble) 😵

ughhhh wellll just saying ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE and i'm not a good writer so i wrote this because this idea was scratchin my head from inside and i wanted to get rid of it 💙

also this fic is not that angsty as i thought it's going to be, it's KINDA FUNNY TO ME I was laughing my ass off when i translated this shit

okay enjoy if you wanna <3 and yeah Jamiroquai reference 😁

“Are you a loser? A loser that doesn’t have any friends? Your life seems boring and full of disappointments? Not anymore if you purchase a VR-headset by Parallel! The organic design and convenient shape will allow you to spend hours in virtual worlds, and the augmented reality mode will embellish your miserable life!“

“That commercial again…” Joan heard familiar sounds as she walked past the room where Confucius was slowly scrolling through FlipFlop™ on his Holoband™. “Can’t you just block it? Adblock was invented a long time ago. You're into this stuff, aren't you?”

“Joan, you don’t get it!” Confucius jumped up from the sofa and approached the girl. “Thanks to commercials I can easily decide where to spend my money!”

“I wish I had your problems. But your purchases often turn out to be useless.”

“What makes you think that?”

“That laser can opener has been in the closet for a month and no one uses it. We don't even eat canned food!”

“Hey, I saw Gandhi using it!”

“He used this thing to shoot at the drones.”

Confucius thought about it and stared at the floor. Joan was about to go on with her business, but suddenly the guy exclaimed:

“But my next purchase will definitely appeal to everyone! You'll see!”

He did finger guns, expecting support from the girl, but she sighed heavily and went away. 

A couple of days later, a drone with a small box arrives at the door of the house. Confucius quickly runs to take the package.

“Everyone over here! This day has come!!!”

“You bought chips?” Gandhi, smiling broadly, ran to his friend's call. 

“Hollywood's calling me?!” Harriet exclaimed from the kitchen. 

“The shadow government's been destroyed?!” Abe looked out from the second floor.

“You stopped ordering shit from AnyExpress?” Joan crossed her arms and went to the front door.

“Better, better, better! I bought us a VR-headset!” Confucius clutched the box to his chest as if it was his own son, “This thing is going to change our lives!” 

The clones looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Only Gandhi remained in a good mood, who always liked Confucius's purchases. 

When Confucius quickly adjusted the headset (which did not require much skill and knowledge, the design turned out to be quite simple even for an ordinary user), he started testing it. The others watched the process with interest, except for Joan, who was skeptical about technology, and Topher, who preferred to be away from the whole team. Confucius looked very funny: wearing a glowing blue headset, gloves and anklets, he moved awkwardly around the room and talked to himself. But from his perspective, it looked like an exciting game. After removing this thing from his head, he turned to the clones and exclaimed:

“This is fire! You should all try it!!”

“Can I be next?? Please?!” Gandhi ran up to the device, wanting to try it out as soon as possible. 

Abe and JFK were sitting next to each other on the couch.

“It looks fun, but I'm not sure I'll use it often,” Abe mumbled as he watched Gandhi running around the room with his new toy. 

“You're just a bore, this thing, err-ehh, it looks great. I would love to play some VR games right now!“ Kennedy was already interested and was waiting for his turn.

“That’s right, you can play any game on this baby!” Confucius squeezed in between them, “I'm sure you'll all find a use for it.”

“What use can I find for this thing? I don't really like videogames.”

“That's because, ehhh, he sucks at videogames,” JFK jokingly whispered to Confucius. 

“Well, let's just say this headset is capable of simulating anything, just write a couple of commands. Even the gen Epsilon can do this,” Confucius rolled his eyes and grinned. 

“Actually, we are the gen Epsilon,” Harriet was standing next to him, leaning on the coffee table, “Are you saying it can simulate anything?”

“Anything!”

“Even... hmm... the interior of the palace from the fifth episode of the eighth seas-”

“YEAH!” Confucius did not even listen to the end, being sure that his purchase was capable of anything and even more. 

“I don't know…” Abe looked at the window, “I like our reality too. I have real friends here, a real life. They are much better than this artificial one. Yeah, Gandhi?” he turned towards his friend.

“GUYS, I'M IN OUTER SPACE RIGHT NOW! HOLY SHIT, I'M A DRAGON, RAHH! DON'T DISCONNECT ME, IT'S THE BEST THING EVER!!!”

Abe frowned. Apparently, he is really a bore, since he does not understand the delights of this device. 

***

For the next few days, everything in the shelter-house was the same as always: the clones went outside to look for their friends, sometimes fought with the shadow police and quite often spent time at home in each other's company, enjoying free will. After 16 years of prison-like regime, every hour of free time felt like a two-month vacation in Hawaii. 

One day, after another grueling battle, the “Old School” returned home very battered and tired, and barely dragging their feet, most of them immediately went to bed. However, Abe was the only one who felt uneasy. Even anxious. He really needed someone to talk to and vent his emotions after a brutal fight. But Joan and Cleo were not in the mood for heart-to-heart conversations, Gandhi was sleeping like a log, and JFK was lying next to him. 

“John, are you asleep?” Abe looked into the bedroom on the second floor, which for some reason had a lot of beds. Perhaps the previous owners of the house had many children. 

“Ehh... yes.”

“I just wanted to…”

“Bro, I’ll, err-uhh, die if I don’t sleep!”

“...talk.”

“Later, okay?!” Kennedy growled, and Abe closed the door softly with a guilty expression on his face.

It’s not the first time he’s been left alone with his thoughts.

He trudged into the room, where Confucius was currently playing with his headset. Lincoln plopped down on his favorite blue couch and looked sadly at the window, not noticing his friend. He could still hear his conversations with one ear.

“...You have the wisdom of generations, bro. You're absolutely right, I will do that! See you later!” a smile appeared on Confucius' face and he took off the headset. 

“Who were you talking to?”

“Me? My clonefather, of course!”

Lincoln raised an eyebrow and turned to his friend in disbelief:

“How's that?”

“Dude, did you forget? This thing can do absolutely anything! I was just chatting with my clonefather in virtual reality. However, these technologies are not really new, teenagers were doing something like that 60 years ago.”

“Can I, well... do it too?” Abe’s eyes lit up. 

“Of course! Jump in, I'll introduce you quickly,” he beckoned him closer. 

Abe couldn't help but smile. Can he finally see the one who inspired him all his life? Talk to him, feel his presence? It all sounded like something unreal. 

However, it was unreal.

Abe felt the soft ear pads, the gloves clinging to his palms, and heard the anklets snap on his legs. Everything turned blue in his eyes, only the silhouette of Confucius was visible, he was waving his hands and explaining something. At first, Lincoln felt anxious, but after a short briefing, he got used to the device and finally entered commands so that the image he had wanted to see for so long appeared in front of him. Confucius nodded and left the clone alone with his virtual ancestor.

“Is-Is that you? Mr. President?” 

Abe could see a large empty space in front of his eyes, with a tall figure wearing a top hat. A familiar silhouette came closer: 

“Just call me Lincoln. It's good to see you, son.”

The guy was confused, not knowing what to do next. It wasn't every day that he got to talk to someone whose DNA he inherited. And the man with the thick beard continued to squint his eyes and smile good-naturedly. 

“I, I, I just wanted to talk to you. Can I? I promise I'll be brief.” 

Abraham nodded. The clone looked around and realized that he had forgotten to generate the location, decided not to bother and chose something from the “recommended” section built into the device. The space blinked and after a moment both found themselves in a wooden cabin in the middle of the forest, with some furniture inside and a fireplace burning. 

“Reminds me of the days of my youth... I used to live in a cabin like this,” the man sighed and sat down on a bench near the window.

Abe sat down next to him, still not believing what was happening to him. He has long been used to the weight of the headset on his head, he has stopped feeling the gloves, he has completely immersed himself in this charming virtual world.

“I, I, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?” the clone came to his senses.

“I know your name, Abe. You are…”

“I'm your clone. A copy. Genetic or something.” 

“Interesting.”

The guy sighed and still decided to interrupt this awkward conversation to finally get to the point.

“There's so much I'd like to discuss with you, but I don't know where to start.… I'm always so anxious and scared, and I don't even know who to talk to about it. I would like to become a great leader like you. You probably weren't afraid of anything and knew how to do everything. And I'm just... a nobody.”

“Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you'll have a great future.”

Abe looked down at the wooden floor: 

“If that future ever comes at all” 

***

It's been a long time since Lincoln put on the headset. “Old school” had already had time to rest, Harriet and the other girls had watched all sorts of TV shows, and the guys had discussed every topic in the world. Gandhi was eagerly waiting for his turn to play with the headset. Kennedy, who was already beginning to worry about his buddy immersed in virtual reality, was waiting as well. He decided to visit Abe again and went into his room without knocking.

“Are you done? We're already tired of, err-ehh, waiting for you! How long has it been? One hour? Two?”

Abe continued to sit on the floor and mumble something under his breath, clearly talking to someone who was not in this room. JFK was so irritated, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists. 

“I'm, ehh, talking to you!” he raised his voice, causing his friend to flinch. 

“Uh, John? I'm sorry, I just-just a couple more minutes, I need to talk to Abraham Lincoln…” 

“You said the same thing about 30 minutes ago!” 

“The conversation got a little long, that's okay!” 

“You're out of your mind…”

Kennedy sighed so heavily he could be heard on the first floor. He sat down next to Abe on the floor and waited, unwittingly eavesdropping on what the clone was saying.

“Huh, yeah, that sounds so much like me. I worry a lot too...”

“Sometimes I feel lonely…”

“I'll never be like you, I'm just a loser. That's what I've always been told...”

After a couple minutes, John began to realize what Abe was talking to his virtual interlocutor about. He's just sharing his feelings, pouring his heart out. He just needed a little attention. 

“Yeah? Sometimes I feel like no one can really hear me...” 

John placed his palm on Abe's palm, squeezing it a little. He tried to feign indifference, but he barely succeeded in hiding the emotion with which he listened to his friend's voice. The tall guy, on the other hand, barely reacted and continued to talk loudly to the void. What Kennedy wanted more than anything right now was what Abe and his virtual clonefather had. Mutual support. 

“I am so lucky to be able to talk to you right now, I am so honored!”

After sitting like that for a few more minutes, he gently releases his hand and gets back on his feet. 

“Okay, I'm, ehh, gonna go.” 

There was no response. 

Kennedy returned to his friends on the first floor.

“Is he done yet?” Gandhi crossed his arms and frowned. 

“I don't like it,” Joan added, “it's too bad for him.” 

Confucius waved his hand:

“It's perfectly safe! I know you don't like all this innovation, but that's no reason to-”

“You know, let's just leave him alone. Why don't we go to the, ehh, pizzeria? Confucius, it's on you!” JFK feigned indifference, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible.

“Oh yes, let's go!” the others replied almost in unison.

The door slammed, and the house was empty. Only a voice from a room on the second floor broke the silence.

***

It took a few more hours before everyone returned home after a delicious dinner at the pizzeria. John was so engrossed in conversations with his friends and the delicious food that he almost forgot about what was waiting for him at home. 

He was the first one inside, turned on the light and hurried into Abe's room. What he saw made him fearful for a split second: Lincoln was lying on the floor, pale, but still barely audibly talking.

“Yeah... I don't know…”

“Abe?! What the hell?!” Kennedy instantly dropped down beside his friend and lifted his head, “Do you even take breaks from this shit?!” 

“Maybe… Huh…” 

JFK really didn't want to do that, but he slapped Abe’s face. One earpiece shifted and now Abe could clearly hear what was happening in his reality. 

“Ouch. That hurts,” Lincoln rubbed his cheek with the palm and tried to fix his earpiece, “Technical problems, I'll be right back…”

“No, you won’t! Take it off already! Ehhh, come on!” he started pulling the headset off.

“No, WAIT!” Abe began grasping at the device as if his life depended on it, “Please, don’t, I'm not finished! I’m fine, I swear!”

“FINE?!” he pulled it harder in his direction, “I found you on the floor, pale, mumbling something to yourself. You look like a zombie!” 

Abe was already losing his grip, so he put his hands down and let it happen. 

“Goodbye, clonefather. Sorry that…”

The headset finally slips off the clone's soaked head and falls to the floor. John saw Abe’s red eyes, his forehead wet with sweat, his hair messy, his skin paler than usual, dark circles under his eyes. It's a terrible sight.

“…I didn't finish,” Abe said softly.

“Holy shit, you're really, ehh, nuts.”

Lincoln tried to avoid eye contact while JFK stared shocked at his friend. 

“You're crazy, Abe, you're really crazy.” 

“What? Me?” 

“Do you know how long you've been sitting here?!” 

“A c-couple hours?... We just got back from a m-mission?” 

“That was LAST NIGHT!” 

“Last… what?”

Tears welled up in Abe's eyes. Either from the fact that his eyes hurt or from the realization. Or maybe he missed his toy. 

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” Kennedy started shaking him by the shoulders to keep him from passing out right in his arms. 

“But you all were so tired, I didn't want to disturb you…”

“Look, if talking to me saves you from that, uhhh, wire shit, then sleep can wait.” 

“John, it wasn't just wire shit, my clonefather was there... The real one…” 

“He's not real, you stupid! YOU are real and WE are real.” 

Abe lay down on the carpet, JFK sat down next to him and began gently removing his gloves and other stuff. 

“You're such a bore…” Abe smirked tiredly.

Kennedy furrowed his eyebrows, but really couldn't even be mad at him. 

“And you're an idiot.”

Both of them were so nervous they laughed, which made John fall to the floor next to Abe. 

“And you said you wouldn't even use that thing! You're Not So Honest Abe! Haha!”

“Haha, indeed!” 

“Guys,” a familiar voice sounded nearby, “Are you both crazy?” 

Joan, Confucius and Gandhi had been standing in the doorway for the last five minutes and had seen the culmination of everything that had happened. The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. 

“Looks like it! Pure virtual insanity,” Abe chuckled.

“Oh, it's just like that old song!” Confucius said.

John got on his feet and reached out to Abe:

“Come on, ehh, let's talk.”

Abe caught his arm and stood up.

“Maybe next time? I'm really sleepy…” he looked at him guiltily. 

JFK nodded.

“Okay, just don't give me that look. You know I wouldn't trade you for, err-ehh, virtual reality, bro.” 

“I believe you.”

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Leaking the 3rd part bc we aren't finishing this anyway 🙄 (exclamation!2080)

Okay so there's some finished pages and most of others are only inked. No text, i usually add it in the end of the process, so i'll just explain some scenes briefly

PAGES ->

Just Gandhi parkouring. And he sees Frida's graffity!!!

"woah it seems familliar... ANYWAYS i have to go to the store!!" and drone almost crashes into him lol. Sooo he buys random snacks, annoys the worker and pays with the credit card they found earlier.

Gandhi is running back home, while Abe and JFK have a conversation. JFK feels comfortable here in their new shelter and doesn't want to go anywhere. Abe wants to take care of other clones that roam the streets alone. "I don't care about them", says JFK.

"wdym you don't care about others, you were worrying about cleo all day" - "NOT IT'S NOT THE SAME!!!! she's my gf, yknow!!!" - "but what if i, your bro, was living outside, on dangerous streets full of killer clowns and nukes..." - "OKAY fine do whatever you want". And then they randomly remember how they were forced to wear their cloneparents' outfits blah blah blah very funny

"guys, stop fooling around, i just found out why Cleo is sick" - "SPIT YO SHIT JOAN-" and suddenly Gandhi breaks in with a plastic bag "KAWABANGAAAAA here's your food" - "um and a ball?" - "HERE IT IS." so they sit at the table and talk about Cleo.

SNAKE BITES!!!! Can you guess whose snake it was... yeah... anyways Gandhi thinks it's a vampire LOL (abe: holy shit where's my axe). Also there's Edward from Twilight behind Joan at the bottom of the page. Abe believes Gandhi and screams something like "THAT MEANS OTHER CLONES ARE IN DANGER" and Joan comforts him telling that they'll save them later, after they take care of Cleo. And then JFK make a joke and they laugh. Haha. SCUDWORTH'S WALKING DOWN THE STREET.

"I miss the tower BC NOW I HAVE NOWHERE TO LIVE" - "shouldn't have sold your apartment for new laboratory equipment weeeesleeeyy" - "I HAVE PRIORITIES YKNOW" - "soooo you're friendless and can't even spend a night at someone's place" - "maybe... ugh... no, they don't want me back probably" - "hotel then? weeeesleeeyyy" - "wait is your battery low" - "yeah you forgor to charge me" - "SORRRYYYY I'M DUMB"

"QUICK, TO THE HOTEL, LET'S CHARGE YOU" and they walk away. Candide looks at them through the monitors. Looks like she can monitor some parts of the Exclamation city. She comes closer and sits in front of the monitors. Presses the alert button and talks into the microphone: "We're starting the operation in an hour. Shadow police, get ready."

THAT'S ALL.

Next parts were about Cleo seeing hallucinations bc of her illness, guys (abe, gandhi and jfk) having a walk outside, saving Van Gogh, but being chased by the Shadow police soldiers. Then they come back safe and sound thanks to Gandhi. Meanwhile Mr. B is charged, Scuddy sees the shadow police and goes looking for clones to warn them. He finds them in the shelter... and thet's all i've got. Only 4-5 parts. That's where my motivation died.

Hope you're not too sad about this, i'll rewrite my AU a little and maybe do something cooler than a comic lol.

Thanks for being with me tho! Stay tuned for more cyberpunk adventures!

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sorry for being quiet again

been thinking about writing a fic like this:

i redesigned the vr headset for my AU which plays pretty significant role in the story (i guess...) and that inspired me a little and i made this random ass sketch and thought to myself DAMN,,,,, THAT'S ACTUALLY A GOOD IDEA,,, FOR A YAOI FIC....... make abe so obsessed with the virtual version of his clonefather that he disconnects with reality and makes his boyfriend worry........ and they cryyyyyy

im dumb i know 🤷‍♂️

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cute detail from my AU <3

too busy to make more content about my au so i'm posting random facts again lol

you've probably already noticed that 2080!JFK has a bandaid on his nosebridge. Also in the comic he has a scratch on the same spot.

well, not so long ago I came up with a cute story behind this detail

Since Abe cares about his friends SOOOOOO much and also has a feelings for JFK, he takes care of his nose and one day just puts a bandaid on it. JFK is confused at first and acts like "nah i'm not a pussy i'll take it off later", but then he NEVER takes it off. Because this bandaid reminds him of Abe and his care. His fingers carefully placing it on his face. you know.....

AUUGHHGHHH they are so canon in my AU guys!!!! abefk shippers i'm cooking for you.........!!!! if og clone high can't make them boyfriends then i'm doing it single handedly because they are sooooo in love it's hard to ignore 🙄

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little sketches before i post my fic because i just wanna show them

small harriet :з i didn't finish this sketchy mini-comic but soon she will be proud to be like her clonemother when she's older!!

aghhh i want a vr headset it looks so fun but my poor ass can't afford it so i'm making clones play with it for me

confufu likes buying random stuff on anyexpress (yeah i'm so original) and give it to his friends so they would love him more (*SOBS* he thinks money can buy him love and friendship :CCCC)

BONUS!!!!! i posted this sketch only on VK you probably have never seen it anywhere

they kiss fo REALLLLLLLLLL💜💙

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there will be thinking bridges in the 2080s

in og show clones sat on thinking docks but in my AU i decided to make a bunch of bridges between two parts of Exclamation city and clones are gonna sit there and think. i'm a genius i know.

also!!! yay!!! rendered pic with Harriet (and Confucius)!!

no facts for today because i just wanted to draw a pic with thinking bridge.

read Exclamation!2080 on globalcomix and stay tuned <3

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wish i drew them more often :c

alsoooo

this info is from e2080!mr b's wiki page (still unfinished)

i was kinda thinking that mr b had pretty simple built-in AI until Scudworth started talking to him frequently (because he felt lonely in his lab) and that developed his conversation skills and then they became best friends :)

honestly they are very wholesome in my AU <3

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small doodles of scudworth after the "splitting" (yeah severance but i renamed it) procedure in my AU

basically he is the one who managed to recover his memory and fuse his inner self with outer self. But the price was his sanity. Now he's traumatized and having hallucinations.

that's it for now, I'm working on all this concept in my au right now, I'll post more info sometime later :')

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E!2080 factbook (that's what i'll call it): brainwashing 😵

I wanna talk about brainwashing because it’s kinda important for my story and sometimes explains some clones’ behavior :) This topic deserves some attention :p 

In general, in my AU we have a cult atmosphere in the Shadow Tower, BUT it's not really a cult. The main goal of the Shadow Government is to grow clones into worthy leaders and soldiers, but at the same time loyal and stupid enough to make it easier to manipulate them. Various methods were used: working with corrupt psychologists, inciting hostility between clones, fake rumors, fake news on fake TV, fake books on the shelves next to the real ones, and of course the scare tactic.

Their favorite manipulation is obviously, “we're doing this for your own safety, the world outside is cruel,” and clones were sitting in the tower like princesses from fairy tales, yeah. You got me, right? Lots of manipulation. But despite the approximately equal attitude towards everyone, it still affected different clones in different ways. Perhaps some biological factors played a role, which I doubt, BUT Scudworth's influence on the clones also helped some to stay sane. I've said this a hundred times, but Scudworth LOVES his clones and he doesn't like the operation he was forced to participate in. Therefore, he did everything possible to prevent them from becoming puppets of the shadow government (he had his own methods, but I'm too lazy to describe them).

So, let's get to the point. I mentally divide all the clones into sane, deviant and ZOMBIES (or brainwashed). Sane people are those who have their own position, are less influenced by the Shadow Government, understand the danger of the situation and want to gain personal freedom. Zombies are people who are doomed to stay in the tower and be used by Shadow Figures for their personal purposes, because their perception of the world is completely turned inside out and will not be the same anymore. Between them, the deviant ones are usually clones who have some disorders due to trauma after living in the tower, but they are still aware of the whole situation and basically refuse to be someone's slaves. Now that we have a rough idea of the spectrum, I want to discuss with you which clone is where on this spectrum.

I was smart enough only to distribute the main characters (and a couple of secondary ones). Most of them are closer to sanity in the spectrum, but they tend to deviate due to psychological trauma, obviously. I want to mention Joan as an example, because although she is the “brains of the team”, she is prone to Stockholm syndrome and, as shown in the first part, sometimes remembers “home” and regrets what she did. That’s why she is not 100% sane.

But I definitely will have a team of complete zombies in the comic who will condemn the main characters for fighting, recruit other runaway clones and try to return them to the tower. Yes, there are clones who were initially against escape and were content to live in the tower, but now they survive on the streets and are extremely unhappy with the situation. But I don’t know who could it be.… But these are definitely clones from the extras, episodic or secondary! You can even suggest your own fan clones, just for fun! (Reminder: My AU is open to everyone and your fan clones can participate in the story, and they can be in any part of the spectrum!). 

That's it. I have nothing to add… ask me questions about my AU if you want, I’ll be very glad to answer! 

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[alkeneater]

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a little wip for yall

5 pages left to ink!! Progress is so slow but okay, better than nothing.

Scud is so pathetic in my AU <3 helppp