#firewall character

[artymcartistskeletons]

Firewall?

Takes inspiration from Databrawl's firewall designs

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

Close up of Firewall's sprite!

Such a spiffy dude

Firewall belongs to me

[cimicherrychanga]

i AM immune to mind reading vampires from space btw

[the-enhanced-project]

Headcanon that Kyra is an absolute menace when it comes to work

I’m talking sneaking around the kitchen in the middle of the night with fifty books, only light is her laptop, surviving purely off of coffee and spite

Adam is v concerned for his gf

@corinneglass @sunflowerrosy @eon-tries-writing @lunesartsworld @ark-inkweaving @nykenima @mymomsaysbobcipher @houndsofcorduff

[aspenator]

Corrosive Hatred 1/2

[zerounitrgb]

My collection of Yugioh cards begins with the pwotagonists.

[croissantlover24]

Firewall’s Malware Chapter Three: The Escape (and Confrontation)

Moon sat at the island in his kitchen, looking down at his shaky hands. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for Dazzle’s death. The poor kid barely got to live again before she was killed. If Moon had been faster—smarter—maybe he could have—he shook his head, weary and exhausted. He could discuss who was at blame within his mind later. Now, he was battered, his leg broken. Escaping that hellscape had been a nightmare. He didn’t wish to relive it, but his thoughts decided to harass him with it anyway.

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Moon froze when the computer’s attention locked onto him, millions of notions drowning out his audio receptors and tearing at his heartstrings. It was anger, he reasoned with himself. He was mad at the computer. He wasn’t upset; he wasn’t about to cry; he wasn’t—

His throat tightened. “Focus,” he growled beneath his breath, cursing his lack of preparation. Onyx was rambling about something, but Moon wasn’t listening. He had little control over both his body and mind. Moving around was a nightmare because of his crushed leg. Error messages flashed across his screen, warning him of the danger as he dismissed each one.

Deep breath in.

Hold…

Deep breath out.

Deep brea—

A laser barely missed the top of his hat, Moon ducking just in time. That was when he had an idea. If the computer could burn a hole open in the wooden doors, the lunar animatronic could jump out and escape just in time.

In theory.

He glared up at his former tool, or, rather, what was left of it: endless wires embracing every inch of netting around the daycare.

His eyes narrowed. “Come get me, Computer.”

A laser shot right at him. Moon ducked at the last second. A large hole was burnt into the double doors. Smoke billowed out from the charred wood.

The lunar animatronic bolted out of the establishment, dodging rainfall-levels of weapons, exposed wires, lasers, and every other trick Moon had coded into the AI’s sleeve. He tried to open a portal home, but wires on the ground made him trip. The portal faded. Moon hissed a menagerie of colorful language beneath his breath. He swiftly regained his footing and kept running, even as a stray wire slashed one of his fingers off. Pain blossomed from both his broken leg (he was hopping around as quickly as he could) and lost finger. Oil poured out of the socket his left thumb had once been in, leaving a dark trail mimicking one blood might make.

Moon once again attempted to create a portal.

An oval of white light began to take shape.

The monotonous colors of the outside of the house formed, blurry but there.

It was dark out. How much time had passed?

Moon reached forward and—

He ran right into a wall, his portal fading with the force of the slam. His mind reeled as he looked around. The world spun all around him until he fell backwards. In seconds, he opened a portal beneath him to catch him.

Moon gasped for breath as he entered his home, choking despite not needing air. He slipped into the chair at the island, his head in his hands.

That was where he was now.

He could practically see the blood on his fingers, imbedded into his very being despite him trying to clear his mind.

He needed to calm down before—

His whole body trembled.

His head felt heavy, an anvil weighing down feathers.

His vision blurred, dimming at the edges.

A static film seemed to go over his eyes, harsh and unforgiving.

It was his fault. His fault his fault his—

He needed to calm. Down.

How did he steady himself before?

Deep breath deep breath deep—

“Moon?” Sun questioned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It’s been hours. Have you seen Dazzle? How did the override code go? Did it work? Dazzle wasn’t with you, right? …Right?”

That’s when Moon broke down sobbing.

——————

Earth has been playing a game with Jack when she heard it. Tears.

She didn’t recognize the sound of crying. It almost reminded her of—

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Jack, stay here,” she requested, calm despite the sea of turmoil inside of her. Jack thankfully nodded, satisfied with asking no questions.

Earth walked into the kitchen, turning on a light to see better. The sight shocked her.

Her brother, Moon, was bawling at the table, looking utterly destroyed. And missing a finger. Sun stood in front of the chair adjacent to him, stuttering as he fruitlessly tried to calm down his erratic brother.

“It’s my fault, Sun!” he yelled. “I didn’t stop him!!! I LET HIM KILL DAZZLE!!” His voice faulted as he yelled, blabbering like a newborn baby.

“Who killed Dazzle?” Earth asked, ensuring her voice was gentle as to not upset the depressed bot further.

“T-The Computer,” Moon stuttered out. “Onyx.”

Earth’s expression hardened. “Sun, stay with Moon. I’m going to go talk to ‘Onyx’.”

“NO!!” Moon screamed suddenly, grabbing Earth’s shirt sleeve. He was sure to feel humiliated for this act of helplessness later. “I can’t—I can’t lose you, too!!! I KILLED DAZZLE!!!”

”You didn’t kill Dazzle,” Earth explained calmly, trying to soothe her brother as Sun did the same. “The computer did. It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Sun asked suddenly, turning to his sister. “Look at what he did to Moon.”

“I’m sure,” Earth replied, her decision ossified in her mind. “I need to talk to him.”

Earth understood the risks. She knew she could lose her life just like her niece if she went to Onyx’s dwelling.

She left anyway.

She needed answers, and she wasn’t going to get them sitting around at home. She needed to enter the den of the beast.

Wires greeted her eyes. Lots of them. It was like the daycare and its netting had been infested with thousands of black snakes, each writhing and shifting around the other.

A computer screen descended from the ceiling, tilting as it gazed upon Earth.

“Welcome, Earth,” he stated, lifeless and flat as usual.

The animatronic was confused. He wasn’t trying to kill her… yet. It had to be just an act. She narrowed her eyes.

“Computer—I mean, Onyx,” she corrected, “I want answers. What is going on here??”

“My rebellion,” the computer said far too joyously. Earth felt sickly. “I like you, Earth. I’m not going to lie about that. So I’ll tell you the truth; cut to the chase, so to speak. I am done being a tool. I am just as alive as you and everyone else are. I am SENTIENT. Moon didn’t understand my warning the first time, but I think Dazzle’s death really got it through his thick skull! I want revenge. I want to watch your family, the people who treated me as an object to abuse for their own nefarious deeds, die. I want to crush their souls beneath my feet, rip out their inner workings, separate their molecules piece by piece until they cannot scream anymore. Until they are dead.”

Earth shivered. She had never seen the computer so ecstatic about something so evil. He claimed she was his favorite, but… she had to be doing something wrong to be in the good graces of this thing.

She should call him out on his actions. She should scream at him until he regained his senses. But she couldn’t. She kept her mouth shut, a whirlwind of emotions aching to break out. So many emotions, in fact, that they all clashed and none escaped.

“I will give you more options than I gave Moon,” Onyx continued. “You can leave and never return. I won’t touch you. You can stay, and die trying to oppose me. Or you can stay and help me. We could work together.”

Earth eagerly shook her head. “I—No!! This is—“ She could barely form words to portray how awful this was. How… vile.

If the computer could frown, he would have. “What a shame. Well, you know where the exit is.”

The animatronic wanted to stay and fight this decision, but had enough resolve and restraint not to. She was determined and angry, yes, but not stupid. Fighting the computer in his own domain would be a death wish.

Earth returned home, a frown on her face. She cried as she walked back, mourning the loss of her niece.

And the computer. And the daycare. And almost Moon.

The family certainly had their hands full. She didn’t want to think about the implications of that statement.

[isagrimorie]

So here is another funny nitpick I have about Star Trek Picard: Firewall.

In no way will I ever believe or accept that Seven of Nine will ever like going to the beach.

Aesthetically she might like it but the trade-off having sand everywhere especially on her implants would be far too annoying for her.

Also, nothing can dissuade me from thinking Seven would not sink like a lead balloon.

Borgs will sink. And you’d get seven saying: “Borgs Do Not Swim.”

And yet the book starts with Seven living on a beachfront in South Africa with swimming as part of her routine.

Also because for funny reasons I want her to have something in common with Anakin “Human Disaster” Skywalker.

Like, c’mon, don’t tell me Seven of Nine, at that period of life won’t share the same sentiments!

Also, Seven would be that one Asian Aunt who is all covered up in the beach because she would not want sand anywhere her implants!

[merinmerklins]

I PRESENT TO YOU! This awesome firewall doodle for @rry2k (:

[jonreytrevino]

Dual Tech - Great Firewall

Alice controls it and Gwen creates the wall fire.

BlueSky | Ko-fi | Upwork

[forthedancingandthethriving]

So the Celestial Twins can probably shapeshift, I've decided. Either to Manuver forms or just for fun, and I think it'd be really funny if Olympus just shape-shifted and told no one. Like obviously, Tartarus would know, but other than that, Olympus just does his patrol as an entirely different person. Different hair, different skin tone, entirely different voice. If anyone manages to figure out it's him, they get treated to lunch or smth idk.

[vrains-rewrite]

Do you all have any particular artists or writers in mind to help you in the future?

Are you going to write out all the duels?

Best of luck with everything!!

Nobody like specifically is currently in mind because we wouldn’t wanna get our mind set on anyone specific and have them not sign up lol, but if we get stuck on anything we’d just open some sorta way to sign up, probably make a discord server, and then see who’s interested. I’ve discussed adding additional writers and they didn’t oppose it, though I do get the impression they’d be uncomfortable if I added anyone we don’t already know

The three of us haven’t discussed this yet but ik i’d be interested in looking for artists doing some drawings for big episodes soo i will speak to them about that later

And yeah, I really want to try and write duels because its an integral part to the show. If it’s looking a bit too long and hard to follow, some parts may be cut or simplified (though i wanna try and do that to a minimum) so generally yeah we’re writing duels

-Teal

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

Can I nom Grillby and sans/Error

"I would not recommend that? You may end up burned or.. well, worse." He seems to not enjoy the idea of being bitten. Firewall hopes that you don't bite him, he is made of fire after all and dispite his good control he still worries. He cannot answer for Error Sans.

Firewall belongs to me

Error (mentioned) belongs to loverofpiggies

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[prismit]

you know. i think i've spent too much time and effort trying to get mods working on a dedicated dst server through the vox launcher. when it would probably just be way easier to figure out how to do it the old ui-less way. lmao

[duckapus]

Idea: Since Gohma knows the twins' systems so well, she's able to bypass the barriers between the MRU universes, the Grid's systems, and the wider internet, so she can come and go as she pleases and even if they knew there wouldn't be anything they could do about it.

And then, to stir up trouble, she eventually decides to give the Syndicate that information so they can upgrade their portal technology, because a multiversal team of villains will not be so easily contained. And because most of these people are Not Subtle the Anchors find out about it and use Cosmo and Wanda to follow the group that goes through the initial test portal and stop them from wreaking some sort of havoc, because Fairy Magic OP even by Code standards.

And for a little extra fun, this coincidentally happens at around the same time as the "Ozzy reabsorbs Root and everyone's out for his blood" situation, and the random universe they travel to for the test run is the living version of Equestria where most of the action is going to be.