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berrybamblz · 3 days ago

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Okay! So, with the possibility of tr!Bad chasing tr!Lukey down the hallways of his own laboratory to kill him, I thought I would try to analyze whether it would be possible for our local hamster to get out of that scenario alive. And tldr? The odds are slightly more in his favor than what it may seem like at first glance. And here's my reasoning.

So- there's a couple things here to go over, and I'm kiiiinda hyperfixated on Minecraft PVP mechanics atm so I'm expecting this to get kinda long. Will be under a read more for anyone who's interested.

..Also, some of my argument here relies on the assumption of Lukey being locked in and making the best decisions he can in the moment. Which is pretty unlikely if we're being honest? I still wanted to analyze the mechanics that would slow Bad down in killing him, though. And of course the server damage reduction would play a huge role in that too.

Alright. So, the first thing I'm gonna go over is tr!Bad's way of fighting- and how on actuality his preferred PVP kit may end up hindering him.

Although Bad tends to come across as a fighter to people meeting him for the first time, he honestly fits better into the role of support, or that of a strategizer. His strengths lie more in planning than they do in raw skill and knowing how to choose his battles. He very rarely takes on fights with players more skilled than him unless there's something at play giving him a decent advantage (Ie. On the day of orange faction's arrival, Bad got into a fight with Sneeg and Zam due to Bad attacking Zam first. He shot at Zam with a crossbow while her armor was off. If this were any other server, Zam would've been killed instantly)

Speaking of which, I'd like to reference this wonderful post here analyzing the inventories of green faction's most active members and what they seem as important to carry on them in a fight.

Let's take a look at Bad's inventory as seen there.

Hm, okay. So we can see clearly here that Bad heavily prioritizes his ability to get out of dodge over what is convenient to have in a fight. I won't go super into detail beyond that, as the linked post itself does a wonderful job of it already. I'd mainly like to bring it up to contrast with the inventory he held as of logging off the realm today:

..Hm, okay, so there's a few things different here already. For one, his hotbar isn't ready for a fight. At all. He's got 18 gapples total, shield not in offhand, 16 enderpearls, and absolutely zero potions. Of course this can be explained meta-wise with the fact that Lukey isn't even on at this point in time and cc!Bad is prioritizing storytelling over preparation, but if he were to log on in the lab tomorrow with this very inventory to jump Lukey, Lukey would have both an advantage in the amount of enderpearls he has on him and significantly more gapples. It wouldn't be too difficult for Lukey to chug gapples and pearl spam his way to the elevator and with an elytra he'd essentially be home free. Seriously, Bad? No elytra?

But there's a good chance Lukey might not log on tomorrow- but Sunday instead, giving Bad a whole extra day to prepare and get his inventory ready for a potential fight.

So let's say for the sake of argument, that in this scenario Bad does have his ideal fighting kit on him. Would Lukey still be cooked? Honestly? Lukey could still get out even with his current mess of an inventory.

What does that look like, by the way? (Screenshot is from this post here)

..Not ideal, but honestly it could be worse. I'll give him points for having 23 pearls to Bad's 16 though. Elytra could also use repairing but that's been an issue for a while, and I'm not too worried on account of it being an unbreaking 7 legendary one. Those things last for eons compared to vanilla Minecraft. His chest plate is in his hotbar as well for quick swapping.

Lukey's.. interesting inventory aside, the first thing to consider in an actual fight scenario would probably be the element of surprise: Does bad have the advantage of catching Lukey off guard to get some free damage in?

With his ideal fighting kit? He doesn't, actually. And that's due to one simple thing.

Bad doesn't use splash potions.

According to the Minecraft Wiki, it takes approximately 3 full seconds to drink a potion. That may not seem like much, but that would mean giving Lukey 3 full seconds to process the danger he's in before Bad can get any decent damage in with strength. In fights, quick reactions are key to staying alive. The 3 second delay per potion is the exact reason why players like Pangi and Zam who are more experienced with environments where they could get jumped at any moment almost exclusively carry splash potions.

Okay. 3 seconds have passed, and Bad has applied his strength 5. From there Lukeytv needs to haul ass and Enderpearl spam over to the elevator, get his elytra out, and run the fuck away.

I was curious about what type of rockets he had on him, and it's kinda hard to see in this screenshot, but if you squint you can just barely make out the flight duration number on them.

..Flight duration 1. Anyone else thinking of that time Pangi grilled him on using flight duration 3 rockets instead so he can outfly his pursuers? Lukey wasn't, apparently. Well, shit.

That's not the end of the world though.

Because Bad exclusively uses flight duration 1 rockets too.

As long as Lukey can manage to get out of the elevator first and elytra out before Bad does, Bad wouldn't be able to catch up to him on merit of distance alone. Congrats on the escape from death himself, Lukey! Have a gold star.

..Of course, this is also assuming Bad doesn't instantly one-shot him with his crossbow or the bleeding bug, but I'm decently confident in saying that for meta reasons I feel like cc!Bad would shy away from using them. He may threaten to, but during the era where traps were abundant on the server, Bad himself has stated that he prefers making ones that give wiggle room for his victims to escape. And I imagine this mentality carries over to PVP, too, especially considering how after his fight with Sneeg and Zam he stated he wanted to avoid fights until the bug was patched. I don't think he'd intentionally use it to one-shot Lukey.

So uh, yeah! That's the end of this post ig. Conclusion is Lukey isn't as cooked as he might appear to be because Bad needs breaks to chug potions and neither party has taken notes from Pangi on what rockets to use. Yep!

Idk how to end this, ig someone hopefully finds this interesting :P

#ive never done a full on analysis post before so i hope this is at least halfway decent!!!#trsmp #badboyhalo #lukeytv #the realm smp #certified berry original™ (text post)

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daydreamerswriting · 19 hours ago

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OK HEAR ME OUT…

Dally x fem reader with autism hcs (or one shot or whatever u want)

Like idk just someone who is rly hyper fixated on certain stuff and like… other autism things…

Ik it was VERY different in the 60s but I just need my man to comfort me😝😔💔

Ofc this is only if your comfortable writing this 💯

an: Thank you for the request! I'm going to do headcanons so that I can cover more stuff, but let me know if y'all want a fic! This is unrealistic. In the 60s, child with autism were automatically institutionalized. That's actually so crazy and sad. For the purposes of this- that isn't the case.

W: insensitivity, swearing, not proof read

At first, he doesn't understand

Like if a sound or lights are overstimulating you, he will tell you to calm down

But once you start dating- he makes sure everyone understands

Music too loud? He's telling them to turn it down

Someone's humming bothering you? He's telling them to shut the fuck up

He does not play.

He does not want you to have a meltdown

The first time you had a meltdown, he was scared and stressed out of his mind

He did not know what to do and he felt so helpless

Like he'll try to hold you and talk to you and is pretty much just repeating: "It's okay," "Calm down," and "What's wrong?"

After the first time, you told him ways that he can help, so now he's prepared and actually calming when that happens

I totally see him as the listener type, he likes silence too, but he will listen to you talk about your hyperfixation forever

If he sees anything associated with your hyperfixation- he's stealing it

You're obsessed with a certain band and he sees a cassette? In his pocket

You're hyper fixated on an animal and he sees a little figurine? Snatched

You might scold him about it while fighting back a smile, but he won't stop. He knows it makes you happy

He'll stop using the r word and will throw hands with anyone he hears using it!

For some reason thinks that you can't have weed? Like he thinks that it will fuck with your brain extra? Idk don't ask me

He likes staring at you, he thinks you're beautiful after all, but I don't see him as a big fan of eye contact either. So, he's totally chill if you can't do eye contact

Dallas isn't big on routines, but if you need a routine, he'll follow

You want to see him at specific times on specific days? Actually, he forgot 😬

Yeah... but he's sorry. Like really really sorry. He only messes up a few more times

If you ever live together, sometimes he's a bit annoyed that you won't sleep in with him, but he gets used to it

He gets so used to your routines without even realizing it

He picks up every little habit you have without noticing too😭

If you're a picky eater, he will be making fun of you, I'm sorry

He's still an asshole

This mf will eat ANYTHING, so he's a bit surprised by that very limited amount of things you'll eat

When Dallas is comfortable with someone, he's touchy

If you're not down with that, he's a bit taken back

He'll respect you when you tell him to stop ofc

But he will ask to touch you all the time

But he's to embarrassed to ask straight up, so he'll hover his hand over you will pretty much giving you puppy dog eyes

"🥺🫳"

Again, he does like quietness, so he's more than happy to just sit in silence with you if you're overstimulated

If someone ever complains about you stimming or fidgeting, he will get mad

He will take offense and he will tell this person off

Dallas thinks it's adorable when you stim when excited or happy

When you swim when you're stressed or anxious, it stresses him out tho

If the smell of smoke ever is overstimulating you when he's smoking, he'll feel so bad

At first, he wouldn't feel bad, and might even blow smoke into your face, but once he actually starts to understand autism and how you are, he feels bad

He'll put it out or go outside right away

an: I hate mosquitoes, but I love you guys!

Bonus: pictures I found on pintrest while trying to find stuff for the pics at top

Im scared

#the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston fluff #the outsiders headcanons #autistic!reader

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the-faggot-brackets · 11 hours ago

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ROUND 2 POLL 4

@catinasink @misericordiia

please remember this is a fag contest not a popularity contest

propaganda/contestant info under cut:

(there is a lot for this one! /nm)

catinasink:

Pluto - it/he/star

(left image by @albi-bumblebee, right and bottom by @trying-trying2lyk)

"as a tumblr user for over a year now, i've gone through many stages of faggotry, including a variety of homoerotic mutualships, some with multiple people involved. i have two boyfriends i am in yaoi with at this moment, and we are the epitome of faggotry. i have gone through the lesbian crushing on a straight girl, i have gone through crushing on a teacher older than my dad, i have gone through many labels in my faggoty life. as a true faggot, i want you to vote for me - the faginasink, if you will. im an rpf truther and have many a headcanon about long dead white people (18th century if youre wondering). im an avid monster drinker. i like mcr. i do diy. i kiss boys and am a boykisser. i used to be (and dabble in) girlkissing. i use a variety of pronouns (incliding coool, secret, evil pronouns). i am the ultimate faggot, and hopefully your vote will help me secure my role. i won last year so surely i am still the ultimate faggot ?"

"also i offer free pictures of my cat if ☝️ you vote for me"

"i went through a doomed t4t4t situationship and one of us detransitioned(?) one of us transitioned to a new identity and one of us stopped using the same chosen name so. id say thats pretty telling of my faggotness"

"i have like. the biggest crush on my history teacher i feel like thats faggoty"

"im really cool i promise i have a hyperfixation on ushistory which is awesome and cool and i made a plushie of john adams"

"uhh i went through doomed yuri at LEAST 3 times over the course of my life !!!!"

"please vote for me,..,..,,, itll make me happy,..,.."

misericordiia:

Mercy - she/he

(bottom image by @moose-driving)

"my dad started the first GSA in our part of the country, is dating a gay man, is the first one people come to for LGBTQ questions, everyone’s favorite boygirl bisexual"

"my top post (100k notes) on my old blog was literally abt trans ppl whats faggier than being known as uterus boy?"

"im so invested in frerard i explained it to my boyfriend on our first date (also my drama teacher fucked mikey way). my whole family is probably queer my mom goes on rants abt how she wishes she transitioned. i have a queer tarot deck i use all the time im also for some reason the person to go to w queer questions irl people just ask me things. im a stage manager and a costume manager and what is more gay then costuming in live theater. i also do clown drag there is nothing gayer than clown drag"

"i was in a t4t yaoi situationship for months and for a month during that i was in a lesbian situationship at the same damn time. i have been out as bisexual for like 6 years and my dad founded the first gsa in our region. im gay both ways as everyones favorite boygirl bisexual and my boyfriend is also bisexual. im clearly the faggiest as im also goth and all goths are bisexual on principle. i offer pictures of my dog as tributes if you send me a screenshot of your vote for me :3"

#the faggot brackets 2025 #mod snailz #catinasink #misericordiia #poll #round 2

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sunbleachedfl13s · 2 days ago

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Your Alcoholism has Summoned a Vampire

(remmick x fem reader) (part 5/5) (final part!)

BIG TW + cw: very mentally unstable reader, non-glamorizing depictions of add1ction and depression, allusion to drug addiction, remmick is a massive loser, reader is a massive bitch, no mentions of race, angst

a/n: i never really had a super structured plan for this fic but it was sure fun to write. it was a great funnel for my horny ass hyperfixation so that was pretty great. im so so thankful yall have liked this story so much, ill be taking remmick fic requests!!! anyway, hope you like the final chapter lmkk >:)

word count: 2.2k

It is then that you hear a knock at your front door.

Your stomach plummets into the pits of hell.

You must be hearing things.

There was just no way.

You wait, seconds ticking by at a glacial pace, as you lie there, holding your breath tight in your lungs. Not even the crickets dare to break the silence.

Again, knocking cracks through the house. It’s more persistent this time, a desperate sort of staccato.

Your father had a key. He’d taken it with him when he left weeks earlier. So, your midnight visitor could only be one man.

You roll onto your stomach, bruised legs objecting loudly as you crawl on all fours across the kitchen tiles. Groaning, you clumsily stumble to your feet, your vision going spotty and blurred for a moment, before returning to you.

Knocking. More knocking. Echoing through your house from your front door. You stand before it, an uneasy hand hovering over the brass handle.

“Don’t you dare open it.” Your mind screams, “It’s just what he wants.”

You open the door anyway.

And it’s just a man that stands before you.

He isn’t very tall, and he isn’t very charming. Truth be told, he looks a bit worse for wear.

He had a rather nasty black eye, a mess of bruising and broken blood vessels, and a busted up lip. His clothes were filthy, covered in dirt and bloodstains, boots caked in crusted mud. If he smelled bad before, it was nothing compared to how horribly he stunk now. His familiar stench of dust and sulfur had been coupled with pungent notes of damp sweat, sickening as vinegar. His dark hair was a grimy, unwashed mess that stuck to his forehead and poked out at odd angles, as if he’d run his hands through it, and it simply stuck that way. His big sad blue eyes were ringed with exhaustion, yet despite his disheveled appearance, that stupid fucking grin plastered across his face was the same as ever.

He stands on your porch, rocking back and forth awkwardly on the soles of his shoes, just as he had the last time you’d seen him.

“Well hey there,” He says cheerfully.

You could have strangled him.

Maybe it was the weeks your vocal chords had gone without use, or perhaps it was due to the utter shock of the situation that shook you to your core, but whatever the reason, you struggled to string together a coherent sentence. After a few moments of frustrated sputtering, you manage to spit out, “Where’ve you been?” It comes out a little too pleading, a little too desperate, and you immediately wished you kept the door closed.

“Huh?” His eyes widen in genuine confusion, puzzled by the intensity weighing down your words. “I-I jus’ had to skip town fer a bit, got on the wrong side o’ the wrong sorta folks if ya’ catch my drift.” He chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his grimy hands. “Those damn Protestants down in Jackson nearly knocked my fuckin’ teeth out. Had to lay low fer bout’ a week or so, jus’ to get 'em off my back.”

“A week?” You scoff, your anger drying up all the words off your tongue. “Is that some kinda joke?”

“Wha-? No, no, whad’ya mean?” His tone was earnest, genuine, like he had no clue what exactly he’d done to piss you off so greatly. Which really, only served to infuriate you further.

“You’ve been gone for a lot longer than just one fuckin’ week,” You rasp, a cruel, miserable laugh bubbling from your throat.

“I have?” His brows scrunch in confusion, before he rubs a hand over his chin with a groan. “Godammit, my hold on time jus’ keeps fuckin’ slippin’, doesn’t it? Comes with the territory, I s’pose. Why?” He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin that stretches far too widely across his face. “Did’ya miss me or somethin’?”

Your skin crawls as your stomach flips over, betraying your minds pleading demand for apathy. No, you steady yourself, you couldn’t. You weren’t playing this fucking game with him. He’d made a complete fool out of you, and what’s worse, he obviously couldn’t care less. But that wasn’t his fault, you think. No, how could you possibly blame him? He wasn’t even human. Of course your silly feelings would be the last of his priorities. He was a creature born purely to consume. Nothing but a ravenous appetite wearing the skin of a man. And you were the one to blame for deluding yourself into thinking he was more than that.

Your eyes flit over to the record lying on the floor just outside the eyeline of the doorway. The same one he’d wanted so badly all those weeks ago.

That’s all he wanted from this sad house.

With a quick bend down, you snap back up holding it, and toss it across the threshold toward him. He barely catches it in time, and looks visibly startled by the sudden change of subject. “That’s what’cha came for, isn’t it?” You drawl coldly.

He turns the record over in his hands, and peers down at its label. Sure enough, it’s written in Irish. A more genuine grin creeps across his face as he examines it, any prior thoughts he had overtaken by pure excitement. “Yeah, I-”

“Well then take it.” You snap, words clipped with an icy restraint. “And you best be gettin’ off my porch.”

He looks back at you, a bit confused at first. But then he fully takes in your appearance for the first time that night. And once he stopped to notice, he saw that you looked about as ragged as he did.

Your hair was a tangled mess, you reeked of bile and liquor, and your manic eyes seemed almost sunken into your face. In fact, your whole skeleton had become a lot more visible since the last time he’d seen you. You were sick, that much was obvious, but he realized it wasn’t in the traditional sense. You were the one killing yourself. And now, both of you knew it.

He pauses for a moment, mulling over the right words to say. He knew he had to tread wisely with you. Finally, after a disgustingly tense silence, he speaks.

“Look, I’m sorry. I-” He stops himself, fighting the violent urge to make half-assed excuses to defend himself. That tactic might work with most, but he knew it wouldn’t fly with you. You could tell when he was bullshitting. “I’m sorry.”

His apology throws you off for a second, but you regain your footing easily enough. “Well ‘ya shouldn’t be. I don’t need ’yer apology.”

You can’t quite place his stony expression as he stares back at you. It isn’t quite as frustrating as pity, but it still pools sticky puddles of guilt within your stomach.

No. You stop yourself before your empathy gets the better of you. He’s just a man. You couldn’t trust a word he said. After all, even the men that didn’t grow fangs were driven solely by their insatiable appetites. In fact, what was he if not the final evolution of his species? Selfish, greedy, starving. Stinking, filthy creatures, salivating at whatever meal they fancied. You’d done this dance with him before, so perhaps he thinks you’ve gotten dizzy, let down your guard. Well he would be mistaken.

“Have ‘ya been all on yer own out here? This whole time?”

You jut your chin out at him and stick your thumb behind you. “My dad’s sleepin’ over in the next room.”

“Now, see, I know yer lyin’.”

This throws you off, and you raise an eyebrow. “And how d’you know that?”

He looks at you, face void of the usual unserious veneer, and says plainly, “Your father, I mean. I saw him. Bouta’ week ago. Way down south near the gulf. He was- ah,” he pauses, shaking his head, “Comin’ outta a-...a-” He struggles to find a less crass way to word the scenario, to no avail.

“A what?” You snap, exasperated.

“A whorehouse.”

His words don’t surprise you, so you find it a bit odd that they strike you so deeply. They were good as truth, confirming every bitter realization you’d had about your father. Or rather, the man your father had let himself become.

You look at him, blinking back the hot mist welling in your eyes. You grin, and chuckle bitterly. “Did’ya go in and say hi?”

“Naw, that ain’t my kinda crowd.” He flashes his teeth at you, back to his usual cheeky smirk.

“Yeah, I reckon they’d be scrubbin’ dirt stains outta the bedsheets for weeks if they let you in.”

“Woah now,” He raises his hands in mock defense. “Dont’cha think this is ‘bit of a “pot callin’ the kettle black” sorta’ situation?”

“Yer really gonna stand there and call me dirty on my own goddamn porch?”

“Well, I won’t hafta keep standin’ here all night if ya’d just let me in.”

“Let you- in?” His request throws you for a loop. “Why?”

“I- well…look, it just kills me to see ‘ya like this. This shit ‘ain’t livin’,” He gestures to the clear evidence of your drunken bender beyond the threshold of the door. “Not really. But I can show you what living really fuckin’ is.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “And, well, also,” He wipes the spit congealing in the corner of his mouth sloppily. “I’m real fuckin’ hungry.” His voice comes out in a rasp, deep and guttural, like a starving animal.

“Yeah, figures. When are you not?”

His eyes widen in defense. “N-No, it’s not that, jus’ I-”

“Go find another piece of meat. I’m sure there are fuckin’ plenty.” You grip the door handle to swing it closed.

He nearly throws himself against the door in desperation. “NO! Wait! I- jus’ hear me out fer one-” His fingers, now long jagged claws, find purchase and wrap around your door, holding it open by mere inches. His eyes are pleading, begging, as he gazes up at you.

“Jus’ give me a minute, alright? That’s all I’m askin’.”

You pause, holding the door part way open, and groan. “Fine. One minute. Shoot.”

“Have ‘ya noticed you haven’t felt good since?”

“Wha-” You sputter, “What'd ya mean?” You knew very well what he meant, and it confirmed your horrifying suspicions. It wasn’t just his face that made you miss him this much. No, if anything, what you’d been experiencing for the past few weeks felt like withdrawal. A desperate, ugly craving you couldn’t shake, couldn’t drown in booze. There was only one way to satiate your hunger.

“Y’know, since that little trip ‘ya had last time I came ‘round these parts. For someone like you, y’know, living, it’ll be the best moment o’ yer fuckin’ life. And try as you might, you’ll never feel that good again. Long as yer hearts still beatin’, that is. But,” His gleaming eyes bore into your soul. “That’s a problem I sure know how to solve.”

You pause, standing there with the door halfway closed on him. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye. Something about his face made you much more forgiving. Which would just made it easier for a parasite as slippery as he to slip through the cracks.

You want to close the door. You need to close the door. But you can’t. Opposite forces from both directions tug on your sleeve, canceling each other out, leaving you frozen in indecision.

“Darlin’ I promise,” He looks at you, razor fangs dripping spit, glinting in the dim glow of the porchlight. “It’ll only hurt if ‘ya want it to.”

Come next summer, you'll meet your demise. Your skin will splinter and boil under the light of the morning sun, the first sunrise you've seen in years. You'll go out hissing and sobbing as fire chars your unbeating heart. As you watch the night disappear for the final time, you'll squint through the agonizing pain. You will close your eyes, curl into yourself, and breathe a sigh of relief. You will burn out in a fiery blaze, reduced to a pile of ashes. It will be cruel, and it will be slow.

And you will face it alone.

But until then, you’ll live, for the first time in your sorry, miserable life. You’ll spend your nights running wild, dancing and shrieking, leaving gory mounds of destruction in your wake. Faces and friends will come and go, but the man you'll come to know as Remmick will always be a constant, your anchor in a wild frenzy. The two of you will sleep your days away, huddled in abandoned buildings for shelter from the sun. You’ll learn his name, memorize the curve of its syllables as it flicks off your tongue. Sometimes uttered in a whisper, but mostly in screams. You will devour each other till there's nothing left but bones. But so is the way of the sinner.

You swing the door back open, and stare him right in the face.

“Come on in.”

Teeth sink into your neck before you can utter a scream.

the end

#remmick #sinners remmick #sinners #sinners 2025 #remmick sinners #sinners movie #remmick imagine #remmick x reader #remmick fanfic #remmick x you

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killjpeg · 2 days ago

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I think it's very funny that this is the only significant post i made on that blog and is the only reason the blog is still up. It's been a while and rereading this I think some of my thoughts had changed, having come down the high of hyperfixation I had and bias. All and all I still stand by pretty much all of it, but here are some points I want to correct/elaborate more on:

"Unless when Shockwave said he was going to give Megatron a gestalt he meant he'll postpone it for 4mil years and do it a little before he succeeded with Devastator so Ambulon deserting LITERALLY as he is picked out for the combiner project JUST to avoid it"

I already put the examples in the post a little after this but this is not too farfetched Shockwave was taking his time with the gestalt, as he literally says it's not his first priority. I think I'm more accepting of the thought that Ambulon was a volunteer, but for me I'll stay by the idea that his MTO team was built long before being experimented on for the gestalt - as the problem seems to be their inability to "connect" mentally that Shockwave also was trying to fix. The reason why I'm so set on this is the way Ambulon explains his name:

"Ambulon: from the verb 'to ambulate', meaning 'to walk about'. It's a stupid name..."

To me diegetically it comes off as something he was told rather than having any choice in the matter. As well as talking about his alt mode as something he was "born" with instead of being made into without his consent.

And for us it was meant to serve as a twist that his name is not formed from an "ambulance". All things considered, it works anyway, so it wouldn't even make sense he'd be so upset about it - which just cements it for me that he was told what his name explicitly means to him and not other way round.

"I'm gonna also get this out of the way that Ambulon's established character is continuously ignored, dumbed down and twisted: the point is that I do believe JRO didn't think about him that much or that deep, and what he did with him did not retain with him into further issues. That is to say, "You're gonna let Dr DJD cut us in half?" is a dumb fucking line to come out of Ambulon specifically, makes no sense, too snarky and cruel all things considered, and while I think it's also very funny it jsut shows Ambulon's accidental insignificance. Ok. That's all."

I'm going to completely back off from this point mostly because it was majorly charged from my bias towards his character and a lot of distaste for JRO (which i still have but its neither here nor there).

In-story it makes sense to me he'd react uncharacteristically and snarky when his life is literally on the line - if anything it serves to show how mean he can be when put in a high stakes situation, and obviously he'd be pissy about Pharma betraying all of them. I wonder if it was an in-joke between him and First Aid for a bit as a way to cope with the fact their boss killed people and tried to kill them allegedly (even though there are good reasons to believe Pharma didn't and wanted all three of them to leave).

Like it doesn't remove my point that his character was not considered of thought into deeper than what we got in those first issues but it doesn't contradict his character either.

"You see, I think Pharma is incredibly caring person. He cares for his patients and he cares for his people. He takes his work extremely seriously. He's willing to be a donor for his patient and he's still conducting research to cure illnesses when there was no legitimate point for him to do that anymore. He's not just a surgeon, but he's a virologist/epidemiologist."

Here I just want to elaborate more cuz I got some new thoughts on the matter.

Medics in MTMTE story ultimately have an overlapping theme of purpose that many other character don't exactly have. While the theme of purpose and shape is a prevalent throughout the whole story, it is especially emphasized with the medics and their inherent ability for healing, their hands. It puts them in a very narrow idea of what they're supposed to be doing with their life. You can choose to be a doctor but not if your shape doesn't permit it (ur a jet) but if you have good hands then sure you can try. This is where a Pharma dilemma coming from and is very interesting to me.

Pharma is more than anyone is defined by his desire to fulfill his purpose, because he doesn't see himself outside of it, an even bigger extreme than what we saw of Ratchet. He's so dedicated to asserting his place in the world he ruins his life about it. He does not want to be viewed as lesser than, his ego is keeping him from reaching out, and the kinda person he is just puts him into position where all he can do is double down.

And I've rambled on about my point (because I wrote the entirety of the original post in one sitting) too much that I feel like I didn't elaborate it even close enough.

Ambulon and Pharma are driven by their desire to serve a purpose, while both defying what that "purpose" even means. Neither of them by the facts we're given in text are supposed to be doctors - they're not the right shape for it. But nevertheless, they are doctors. But for Ambulon, he is choosing his purpose and his place in the world, while Pharma has rushed himself into a corner. Pharma in desire to chase his purpose and assertion of his value has put aside why he's doing it - because he does care for people, he doesn't actually want anyone to die and suffer, but in a circumstance where his interests are being challenged, he chose what's best for him, specifically, hoping it just works out for others in the end.

Their Amica Endura could've been defined by enhancement of each others strong points, of Ambulon being Pharma's anchor from spiraling and letting his flaws drive his actions, and Pharma sympathizing with Ambulon's dysmorphia and giving him respect he deserves for his achievements, despite DJD, despite what functionism dictates, that Ambulon stays faithful to his oath as a doctor.

I genuinely don't think there's anyone who would understand them better than they would each other, in a better world.

Of Ambulon and Pharma and doomed amica endura

I'll preface that I'm the last person to try and explain my ships by how canon they are and this is very much the same case of me just entertaining the idea and what their relationship represents and what role they play in a wider story, this is not an invitation for discourse or a debate. It's just me rambling on why I like the ship so much, think Pharma and Ambulon are narrative foils, while using some canon stuff and word of god.

Jokes about hamburger or hot dog or literally anything regarding Ambulon's death will end in block idc I think it's obnoxious 👍

CW for robot gore, discussions of torture, you know, the package that comes with DJD and Decepticons and MTMTE.

When it comes to Ambulon and Pharma's relationship, I think it's fair to start with bare bones, yeah?

I'm going to start with each character individually, what my take on them is, so we're all on the same page.

Ambulon

So, the basics are:

Ambulon was part of the failed combiner project of decepticons, the first combiner at that. He has horrible alt mode, that brings him a lot of shame, so he prefers to keep it a secret. He switched to the Autobots, eventually.

We don't know for certain if he was created for the project, or was one of the "volunteers". What we do know though, is that he's an MTO specifically, not just constructed cold, and MTOs were a concept of war.

Meaning, he cant be older than the war. Meaning, in my personal opinion, he was either made for some operation, then snatched by Shockwave for the project, or was created already specifically for the project.

There, I think, comes a timeline conflict. It feels unfeasible, to me, that MTOs were made this early into the war, by Decepticons. What I think happened, is that Shockwave did try to experiment on other Decepticons to figure out and develop on Jhiaxus' research, but once MTOs as a concept came into the picture, it became infinitely easier to just have an alt mode pre-made for a mech.

Unless when Shockwave said he was going to give Megatron a gestalt he meant he'll postpone it for 4mil years and do it a little before he succeeded with Devastator so Ambulon deserting LITERALLY as he is picked out for the combiner project JUST to avoid it makes this line from him especially funny:

Boy for all we know you're not even 15 years old.

Also the idea that character like Ambulon did that out of some sort of cowardice, that THIS was his breaking point to join Autobots, feels wrong.

In-text it becomes even less likely Ambulon had a life before the project, as his name "Ambulon" seems to be the only one he ever had (judging by his statue post on Necroworld).

I think why I'm getting a Little long-winded explaining Ambulon is to draw a better picture on his experience with Decepticons, Specifically Shockwave.

That to say, he had a horrible one. He knows better than anyone what Decepticons are capable of and how far they will go/what Megatron would allow. Especially once DJD comes into the picture.

And it just emphasizes the way Ambulon in the end of it all chose kindness. The first issues he appeared in cement it very well, especially since most of his intro we get from First Aid's point of view.

Ambulon is tetchy, can be a gearstick sometimes

Ambulon took pity on the Decepticons he thought were hunted down by the DJD

Ambulon convinced Pharma to let them stay

The Genericons showed their scars to Ambulon specifically

Ambulon gets passionate about hate crimes concerning one's shape/alt mode

Ambulon is "tetchy" and rejects First Aid's idea because he's concerned that it's too risky

For Ambulon to put your own life on the line to save a single life is an act of selfishness (also stemming out of his concern for First Aaid, imo)

Ambulon let the Genericons share a cell

To sum it up: Ambulon is very greatly concerned for the greater good and treating people without bias, Decepticon or Autobot, especially when there's any sort of discrimination involved.

(Using Genericons and Triple M as a tool with Ambulon was a very clever foreshadowing for Ambulon's situation, but it is a general theme that runs in these issues and Ratchet's/medics character arcs, it's the functionism, one's shape and purpose in life, but it is a completely different post to make. Just let's keep the theme of one's shape and purpose in mind.)

The thing is, Ambulon is who he is by choice. His Decepticon past is always showing, whether he wants it or not, but all he wants, essentially, is to help people and treat them with kindness. He's a "gearstick", but he's a gearstick with a big spark. He saw the greater cruelty in Decepticons and made a choice to never participate in it.

Ambulon is an MTO who made his life and became what he wants to be despite everything: Decepticons, his alt-mode, biases, all of that. He's true to himself and his intentions.

I'm gonna also get this out of the way that Ambulon's established character is continuously ignored, dumbed down and twisted: the point is that I do believe JRO didn't think about him that much or that deep, and what he did with him did not retain with him into further issues. That is to say, "You're gonna let Dr DJD cut us in half?" is a dumb fucking line to come out of Ambulon specifically, makes no sense, too snarky and cruel all things considered, and while I think it's also very funny it jsut shows Ambulon's accidental insignificance. Ok. That's all.

Pharma

Oh boy this one's a doozy. Okay, listen, I'll try to get more brief with it, try to get straight to the point, but Pharma has so much nuance around him on a greater scheme of things that it might also just be it's own post. SO we'll just try to focus on his persona and relations to others.

Pharma is a doctor of talent on par with Ratchet, if not actually better. He used to be friends with him, he's implied to have used to do medical service in the new institute, and eventually was stationed on Delphi by Prowl, practically abandoned by Ratchet. There, he ends up being blackmailed by Tarn, ending up killing his patients to meet the increasing quota, being led to the brink of creating a virus that he exposes the facility to in hope to close it down and escape it scot-free. Obviously, because of Ratchet, it didn't work, the rest is history.

Unlike Ambulon with his 3 panels and a half of screentime worth talking about character-wise, Pharma is a combination of multiple things at once, his place as an Autobot, his connection to the DJD, his act, and most of his actual character we get from very few shots of him from the past and what people say of him, and just a little of his behavior at Delphi before his crime is revealed.

So I think we'll focus specifically on the Decepticon part when it comes to Pharma cuz it's much easier to talk about.

Pharma vehemently, without hiding it, hates Decepticons.

It will go into even bigger field of speculations than trying to piece Ambulon's character together for why he hates them so much. It could both just be a thrown in line for the story to flow (Genericons) and act as a foreshadowing (DJD blackmail), the fact of the matter is, he hates Decepticons, he does not have pity for Decepticons, and if DJD did not play into his hatred, years of war for sure did.

(Also worth mentioning that in the issue #4, the paralleling story is Tailgate learning about the war and backing off on his decision to be a Decepticon. The entire build up works very well, imo, and plays into just how much it should hit you when Pharma turns out providing for DJD, along with the choice of Ambulon to not be a Decepticon anymore.)

You see, I think Pharma is incredibly caring person. He cares for his patients and he cares for his people. He takes his work extremely seriously. He's willing to be a donor for his patient and he's still conducting research to cure illnesses when there was no legitimate point for him to do that anymore. He's not just a surgeon, but he's a virologist/epidemiologist.

But, probably when we ask ourselves, "So if he was such a wonderful doctor, equal to Ratchet, someone Ratchet recognizes, why wasn't he the Chief Medical Officer in the first place?"

I think it's mostly his personality. It's his hubris and ego. It's also the inherent societal bias of Cybertron when it comes to jets - though this part of worldbuilding isn't that consistent, he is a forged jet AND a doctor.

And that's also why I think he doesn't believe in that "forged" functionism bullshit. BUT thats another post of its own (take a shot every time i say that in this post).

Let's just bullet point this:

Pharma is a talented doctor who's good and dedicated to his job. Practically nothing is impossible for him and it becomes a focal point of his conflict with Ratchet, too.

That said, Pharma's shape is what, I think, is responsible for his hubris. He's a jet, he's forged, he's a doctor, but he's a doctor because HE, PHARMA, is good. Nothing to do with some God. (which is different from Ratchet's internalized functionism)

Pharma hates Decepticons, he tried to kill the DJD, and it may seem like he pushed it all on Ambulon because he was a Decepticon, but I don't think that's the case. Specifically because of this:

He does not see Ambulon as a Decepticon, and it was just panicked shitty lie he had to quickly come up with on the spot.

Pharma feels guilt for his actions, and after killing Ambulon, he's actively taunting First Aid to kill him.

Pharma is a jet doctor trapped in the loop of self-sabotage after being exploited, psychologically tortured and left for dead, after a poor attempt of saving face. Pharma is a jet doctor who embraced his new look, but couldn't live with it, far from accepting it. Furthermore, his body is used by Adaptus himself, where the only thing he could do is trying to get his body back, to help his comrades, only to end up dying, again.

That's where I'm going to use a single word of God that makes, all in all, a lot of sense.

"Grurdging respect" is about best way to describe Pharma and Ambulon.

Now since I've reached the image limit on this post it's relentless rambling and speculations time!

You probably can already tell where I'm going with this. I think Pharma and Ambulon direct inversions of each other.

Decepticon gone Autobot as a choice - Autobot gone rogue out of blackmail and fear of failure

MTO doing what he wants to do and taking control of his body and life, disconnected from a gestalt or his "purpose" - A forged jet trying to continue his career of a doctor despite all the odds but who's agency is continuously taken, not only by others but by his own ego

Where they overlap, is their desire to do what they want. Where they differ, is one's sincerity and other's toxicity.

Ambulon is someone Pharma would never be, and someone he, on meta level, wishes he was more like. He doesn't want to be Ratchet, even if we think a little about his obsession and desire to prove to Ratchet that he's better, he wants to be someone Ratchet would respect. And in the end of the day, it all didn't matter anymore, because clearly Ratchet never respected him enough in the first place: "waging a war on his body", taking body parts for his own gain (hands), that Pharma didn't even really care about anymore. It was personal. He wanted Ratchet to hurt.

All of this, ultimately, is justified. Little who would respond to knowing someone who betrayed you (and whom you, also, betrayed) also breached boundaries of your autonomy. It's just basic decency. I don't believe TFs never heard of that or don't follow it, in some fashion. Maybe it's more loose, but for the purpose of drama and villification of Pharma, it was convenient, I guess.

See, Pharma is just inherently, like anyone, very flawed. The circumstance he's put in and the war led to the worst of his qualities spike. And in relation to Ambulon, it's the inverse of a person who, having seen the horrors of the war, having been through the horror and the existential dread of being in a gestalt, chose kindness anyway.

"Grudging respect". A jet doctor, a genius, and an ex-soldier MTO, who made the choice of helping people. An ex-Decepticon, too, no less.

See how it could've developed into something more?

Both eager to do their job, Ambulon is a perfect stabilizer for Pharma's general emotional response to things. He may be a good doctor, but he's prone to acting and saying things before really thinking about it. Ambulon is capable of convincing him and giving a good argument, without it being personal.

"Grudging respect" with Ambulon working with one of the best doctors out there, who's work is going to be invaluable even after his death.

And if things worked out differently? Do you think Ambulon wouldn't be there to sympathize with Pharma's trauma regarding DJD? Do you think Ambulon wouldn't pity Pharma for what Tarn put him through? Ambulon? The Decepticon who was there? The one who even should fear DJD the most? The one who might've even triggered DJD once he was so close on the radar?

He might've confided in Pharma in the first place, as someone literally second in charge after him.

Pharma and Ambulon are defying Adaptus as a societal concept, among with the existential idea of your shape dictating your purpose. And within the text they don't just defy, they end up suffering the most out of it - Pharma ends up in a position where his hands are praised more than he, as a person, is, Ambulon dies by these hands, and his death dooms Pharma as well.

I hope it was comprehensive enough, i WISH i could include more images to prove my point. The amica endura would've been insane. If only the circumstance was different.

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iamespecter · 2 days ago

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So...thoughts on the intermission imagery of the #3 on a die that had Caine's eyes separated by Bubble?

I mean - Bubble's been out of Caine's control lately, I'm wondering if he's been hacked. Since Bubble and Caine share an unnerving amount of themselves, I wonder if this is just a throwaway image or if it means something more.

I think it's a symbolism for Caine being stuck in his own bubble metaphorically; he's so hyperfixated on proving suggestion box adventures are super lame and his AI-made adventures are soooo much better, that he's forced himself into this tunnel-visioned/close minded and compacted way of thinking.

The fact that it becomes a die makes me think that he THINKS his adventures are a game of chance for whether or not the circus cast would like it or not, since dices are typically associated with a game of luck. When in reality, all he does is try to alter the odds to go at his favor. Like a loaded dice.

It also kinda makes sense now why the suggestion box went "unused" until it was pointed out on episode 4 despite everyone putting suggestions on it - because Caine doesn't like the suggestion box. So he ignores it, avoids it even, to the point that he completely forgets about it-- unless he's thrusted into a position where he can't ignore it any longer; i.e, that being when the suggestion box is physically acknowledged by a human.

Also, Bubble being out of control lately and things not acting according to it's intended use reminds me of an AU made by my friend @thescarletnargacuga (The Amazing Digital Raceway) where everything starts to break down, all because Abel is trying to gain admin access back into the circus. And it certainly doesn't help that there is an NPC who's stalking the gang with an ominous tone to it.

I mean, I have a silly little thought that maybe, just maybeeee, Able could be Bubble, but reduced to whatever the fuck that spherical thing is but feel free to ignore this one. Since there's not a single concrete evidence to support it lmao

#thanks for the ask!#ziku's insane rambles #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc episode 5 #tadc ep 5 #tadc ep 5 spoilers #spoilers #tw spoilers #cw spoilers

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snakewithawitchhat · 18 hours ago

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Some crush/relationship headcanons for the turtles if they fell for you first

TW for maybe some yandere-ish themes?

Raph

A lot of people like to paint Raph as some big puppy dog when it comes to relationships, but as much as I really like that idea, I think he'd just be a bit shy.

The poor snapper is really insecure about liking you. He feels too guilty to tell you—certainly you have enough stress on your plate. He doesn't want to add to that for his own "selfish," feelings.

Eventually, though, after confiding in Mikey Doctor Feelings, Raph decides to take the shot.

The red-clad turtle spends entire months planning and researching and observing you. He already knows a lot just because of how much he loves your company and remembers, but he needs to be sure.

He's certainly by your side a whole lot more often because of it, giving the occasional personalized, specific gift and maybe being a little more touchy (Ex: hugging, ruffling head, nudging, etc…).

Along with this newer, clingier side, he'll also act a lot more nervous. While he usually tends to be calm and relaxed, every now and then, he'll stumble over his words after processing how gorgeous you are or how much he adores your personality.

Leo

At first, it's small things that Leo himself didn't even notice. He doesn't even realize it's a crush.

He'll start to make elaborate excuses in order to hang out with you even more. They're very obviously lies, and he knows that you know, but he isn't gonna stop now.

He'll get a lot more handsy, wrapping an arm around your shoulder or frizzing up your hair. He'll playfully flirt with you, too, like how best friends usually do (yes, he will say the most horrendous things), and he will probably secretly mean it.

Leonardo will act almost… desperate for your attention. He's the type to get anxious and insecure about whether he's annoying or not if you start to spend even a little less time with him.

The red-eared slider will probably sit in bed and space out imagining a domestic life with you. He'd most definitely giggle and kick his feet when you text him, as well.

When he finally gathers the courage to ask you out or tell you, it's probably really blunt and aggressive. Like, during a fight, he'll snap his real feelings. No matter what's going on, it's gonna be a dramatic confession. He hates you because he loves you so much. He never thought he'd date someone. If anything, he thought relationships were a waste of time while simultaneously bragging about how easy it would be for him to have one.

Donnie

Like his twin, he doesn't even realize it's a crush at first. If anything, he just thinks you're really cool, and that's why he wants to be around you more often.

His harmless adoration turns into something a bit more like a harmless hyperfixation—everything he looks at reminds him of you in some way. Then, obsession.

When he realizes how deep of a hole he's dug himself, he'll try to crawl out, giving you the silent treatment and spending more time apart from you. In the end, though, he usually finds himself re-zoning back to see that he's been looking at your profiles for the past two hours.

Once Donnie gives up and accepts this total "inconvenience," the soft-shell will spend every waking hour thinking of ways to either get you to like him back or to ask you out. He's already horrid at social cues, and how an interaction is supposed to work—all he knows is from fanfiction—so how will he even realize if when you like him back without asking face-to-face?

Long story short, he's humiliated by the fact he loves you, and it usually takes a year or two of stalking your behaviors and studying rom-coms to figure out how to ask you on a date. Donnie is the type that likes to wait to be asked out instead of doing all of the scary hard work himself… He's willing to—for you—but it doesn't mean he won't take his sweet time.

Mikey

When Mikey realizes he has a crush on you, he'll be both giddy and anxious. He'll notice his feelings when he sees how much he does for you. He's always drawing you and baking/cooking things you like when you aren't even there to eat it. He likes it because it reminds you of him.

The box turtle will begin to get a lot more sweaty around you. Usually, he's the one telling people what they should do regarding their emotions, but he doesn't have anyone to confide in, and why would he take his own advice!?

Mikey will try his hardest to confess via text or phone call, but it just feels way too cowardly. He'll probably set up a regular hangout in order to confess. (He might make a cake with his confession written in icing on it)

If he knows you feel the same, he'll be clingy all the way. The second he recognizes your footsteps, he's bounding down the hall to greet you with a new gift in his arms.

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I wrote all of these out of order—

#x reader #fanfic #rottmnt #yandere themes #headcannons #headcanon #fanfiction #romantic #cheesy #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #leonardo hamato #rottmnt raph #raphael hamato #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #michelangelo hamato

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