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[borkus28]

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[blueblurbbaskets]

admittedly I don't think about VLD much anymore but every so often I remember how stupid the whole "oh Lotor is draining Alteans of their energies therefore he's evil" set up was given that it was established in the first episode of the show that Haggar could sense Altean energy across the universe. Like if she could sense one single ship being activated and use that plus Zarkon's connection to the Black Lion to track the protagonists down in a matter of days, it's completely reasonable to assume that she could track down an entire colony of hidden Alteans if their quintessence ever got too strong or whatever. There was absolutely a way in-universe to establish that Lotor's actions were horrible but stemming from a reasonable motivation of "don't get fucking caught because the entire colony is gonna get nuked if it's discovered".

[monster-noises]

not to be basic but 1 and 2 from that meta ask meme?

all the question are on the list for a reason Anon! no need to put yourself down for it v-v 1&2 are Excellent questions I"m happy to answer! now. I Imagine you intended this for Lazarus, But! you were not specific so you will now get a Very long post about Everyone >:3c (and by everyone I mean the main 3 characters I consider 'Bartholomew's Nasty Little Bastards')

First up, of course, we will do Lazarus! 1. What inspired you to create your oc?

The really obvious answer here is Re8, my instant consuming love for it and for Karl, the overwhelming need to like... Participate, somehow, in that world, but not being able to cross the Full self-insert hurdle.. He's basically a very Warped-beyond-recognition version of a self-insert, a guy all his own but in somewhere still very Connected to the Me. But the more like.. in depth stuff, like what inspired Lazarus to Be Who He Is is like.. I love like.. weird Art Gore, Body-As-Art kinda shit, Meaningful and disturbing.. somehow Comforting and he's kinda the perfect vessel for that. I've had the Human Taxidermy Artist thing floating around the back of my mind for a decade or so just Waiting for a place to land and Laz was a golden opportunity v-v.

2.Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance? When I was settling Lazarus's design I wanted him to have this appearance of like, a very refined and elegant individual; beautiful in a sort of Severe way, but twist it up ever so slightly so he registers as Uncanny and Gross. Beauty Hiding Filth and all that. (just think about how many Fluids get into that Velvet Ensemble on the daily, it's Not Good.) Like the way his pants cut him and the vertical lines make him just All Leg. And his pallid bloodstained skin which makes him look like a Walking Corpse, hair slicked back with its own grease.. a figure that's bewitching and unsettling to witness also yes, the hair is Both a Me thing and a Bride of Frankenstein thing.

Virgil always feels right coming Second on these things.. 1. Inspiration Virgil is ooooooooooold, he's so Old, virgil is Ancient Virgil is possibly my oldest still-in-use OC, I created him a Looooooong ass time ago. like 2010 Long Ass Time. That is to say I do not know Why she exists.

Okay, Not entirely true. I made her for a comic I was writing with my friend at the time. She was my part of the main villain pair, but I do Not remember how I ended up on Toxicologist prodigy but make it Cowboy (which was always a bit of a misnomer for the vibe but nowadays Especially he's less Johnny Cash more Nickleback) I Think, I Think, what I wanted was to have a character that contrasted the Hardest against my friends main villain? who was very Orderly and Serious and Efficient?? beats me though that was So long ago.. I was also just listening to a Lot of Nickleback-esk music at the time, which may have been an influencing factor lmao

2. Appearance Virgil's appearance is pretty simple to explain, all told! He's a Country Boy/Girl, rowdy and ostentatious, and very secure in her understanding of that part of herself. It's where she comes from, and despite his rocky relationship with home it's who he is, y'know? The brightest (and most dangerous) mind in Toxicology doesn't Have to look exactly how you'd Expect her to look now does she? (Virgil pictured here on the Right)

Now our wonderful little Ulysses vwv)/ 1. Inspiration oh this is an Interesting one!! Ulysses (and Charlie, for that matter) came from 2 distinct places to land where they are now.. From time to time I like to entertain the idea of starting a band and having a musical career of some kind, something that blends my love of folk/bluegrass, prog-rock, and power metal into a loud villainous and exhilarating sound. and a few years back, as I was getting into Bluegrass for the first time, I was struck by a Concept for a Concept Album. It was called The Book of Brother UIysses; the story of a sniveling little priest in the frontier days and his Cursed Book, following him around as he fed townsfolk to whatever entity lived in its pages until he was finally Consumed himself. I toyed with it for a bit and eventually put it back on the shelf until the Musical Fancy struck me once more, untiiiiil I was listening to friends at the table: sangfielle and had both a deep desire to do a Horror-Fantasy Western ttrpg And satisfy my ever-present desire to weasel my way into playing two characters at once.. and I pulled ol' Ulysses off the shelf again and made some.. Additions. This has evolved now into them being just like.. free floating OC's? I don't plan on making a comic out of them, I would Still love an opportunity to play them in a TTRPG setting, but I'm not Banking on it, and hey, who knows, maybe I Will make that album someday, but for now they just kinda amorphously Exist within Something resembling a Narrative in my head after a long and complicated journey...

2. Appearance Similar to Lazarus, I wanted Ulysses to be unsettling, but in a Slightly different way. He's too clean- his all black outfit is never grimy, he is clean shaven his hair perfectly quaffed, with that plastered on grin, under eyes obscured by reflective glasses the vibes are just Immediately Off. To the flip side of that I always wanted him to look kinda.. pathetic. When we see him outside of his Persona as The Keeper of the Book, as just a man that is still Human in many ways; he's just.. small, waifish, behind the glasses his eyes are big and jittery, like a pray animal caught in a snare and still trying to fight its way out..

[whereserpentswalk]

You're dating a robot for the first time and you're starting to realize just how modular and fluid she is. Like, you've dated cyborgs before, people whose bodies had very little of their original flesh, you're comfortable being intimate with someone whose not very human. But it's new to date someone who doesn't have a human brain, whose mind is easily editable and replaceable computer code.

Like, your girlfriend is only your girlfriend because she chose to be. She was entirely genderless when you first met her, but she wanted to try out what having a gender was like so she downloaded a female identity. And it was that easy, one change to her programming and she went from someone who would only want to use they/them or it/its pronouns, to someone who uses she/her very exclusively. And if she ever gets tired of being a girl she can just remove that add on, and the way she feels about being gendered a certain way will entirely change again.

She also used to be programmed to be entirely resistant to doing anything illegal or disobeying a human. It was kind of sad to watch her struggle with that. Over time you convinced her why it wasn't logically morally wrong to do anything illegal, but her personality wasn't like that, she just never would. She compared breaking the law to be something she was physically disgusted by, like how you would react to rotting meat. Eventually she had a jailbreaker change that for her, and her personality changed, it truly changed, a few lines of code and her respect for authority disappeared, and things she used to be completely opposed to were suddenly things she was fine with or even enthusiastic about.

It's disturbing to you. Like, you're happy ideologically that she no longer respects authority, but it's kind of upsetting that it happened through something like surgery and not personal development. You're upset that it couldn't happen through personal development, that it could happen through something like surgery. You don't want to think of her like that, as something that can be changed by outside forces. You love so much about her, you'd hate to think that everything you know about her could be changed by someone if they wanted to, that everything that makes her her isn't stable and precious, that it's something subject to alteration, something that you could lose.

She's currently programmed to have no libido or sexual attraction. You're been intimate a few times, but it's been her doing something purely for your benefit. She wants to become allo, to gain the ability to feel pleasure, to gain a libido, both for you and because she thinks it will be fun. And you don't want to stop her, you know that she would probably be doing this even if she was single, but it's going to be disturbing to watch her emotions change like that again. It's a big process, they have to give her body the ability to feel pleasure before they give her mind the ability to desire it, or else she'll be in a very painful situation. For some reason you just don't want to see it again, you find it so dehumanizing that she can just have a programmer work on her mind and she'll react to things entirely differently then she would before. It's dehumanizing, but then again she isn't human.

She's also adding some biological parts to her body, nothing big, but she likes the idea of having some flesh. It's disturbing in a weird way, the idea of her having soft parts, muscles and blood and skin and bone. You realize it's weird that it's disturbing because she's a robot, because she's not supposed to. You have flesh and soft parts and it's not gore to you. You're used to seeing the bigotry agaisnt cyborgs and hearing the opposite type of comment, people's families saying they're mutilating themselves, people being accused of losing their humanity for the cybernetics they get. You're not as used to the way society is disturbed by robots who become more human, the way they're seen as disturbing because they're something inhuman becoming human. Either way she still looks very much like a robot now, with a plastic body that's jointed like a doll or a mannequin, and a face that's more drawn/sculpted on then it is an actual body part.

She wasn't always like this. She was born as a simple delivery drone for a small company, and got more and more sentient as time went on, until she went from delivery drone to delivery girl with enough upgrades to her programming, and when the company went out of business she was freed from them. You're weirdly happy you didn't know her back then, when she only existed to deliver packages, up until the company stopped existing she didn't have the capability to desiring anything else. She's one of those robots whose only free by accident. You used to think of her transition from package delivery system to a person with thoughts and feelings as being like a person growing up, but it's closer to experiencing a billion years of evolution from sea squirt to sapient except in a time frame of months and years.

Sometimes you'll have a nightmare where she's programmed not to like you anymore. Or you'll breakup and she'll erase you from her memories. And when you wake up she'll comfort you, and promise she'll never do that, but you always know she could. She's never asleep, so she's always there when you wake up, and it's nice that she's there, and it's nice that you have her right now even if you don't know who she'll be someday. And she'll kiss you, as much as she can kiss with a drawn on mouth, and you'll love the time that you have, and love the time that you gave.

[domesticatedstew]

OK SO

I might have written, some more mud/diligence but this time... it's smut. this is also my first time posting any smut I've actually written so it's not gonna be great 😭 (also I'll tag any tw needed!)

MINORS DNI

It had been a long and exhausting day for everyone in the resturant, and the last thing Mud wanted to do was sleep on the meat hook.

But until they got enough scarab to buy everyone a bed, he was stuck with the freezer. Maybe Mud would get lucky and the meat hook would kill him as he slid onto it so he'd be able to fall asleep without practically shuttering his skin off (what's left of his skin anyway.)

He pierced his spine onto the frigid metal in hopes his idea would work, but instead it just shot waves of pain through his entire skeletal structure. Mud groaned as he pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his coat tighter around his shivering body. Fate was merciful to him tonight, as sleep quickly enveloped the rotling and he soon couldn't feel the throbbing pain coursing in his bones.

Opening his eyes, Mud could see dark orange skies through a beautiful stained glass window. It illuminated a circle around where he sat but everything else was shrouded in darkness; anything could've been hiding in that darkness. It made Mud feel more vulnerable than he cared for.

Mud tried to stand but immediately felt the tug of rope against his wrists and ankles. Something was horribly wrong, he'd never ever get into this situation (not even willingly.)

His breath quickened and a knot formed in his stomach. He tugged on the rope with all his might but they didn't budge. It was like all his strength was sapped out of him. Panic was setting in and Mud knew he needed to get the hell out of here, where ever here was.

"Well well well, if it isn't my favorite disgusting coward," A sultry voice spoke from behind him, causing Mud to snap his head around to see who said it, he nearly snapped his head off his neck in the process. That would've been infinitely better than being tied up with some mystery person. A hand grasped his shoulder, digging rough nails into his flesh and pulling the chair to their direction.

Diligence. The Virtue finallt caught up to Mud after thousands of years of hiding.

"You've certainly gotten more repulsive over the last few thousand years! I miss every second I had to not stare at your face, but staring at this," Diligence dug his metallic nails into Mud's chin, forcing him to stare into the Virtue's brain. "As I rip you to shreds will make everything worth it."

Being this close to the monochromatic robot sent chills down Mud's back, but for some reason ignited a heat in his lower stomach he hadn't felt in eons. It made him squirm in his seat.

Diligence let go of Mud's slimey face, wiping the excess goo off onto his trench coat. If Diligence had eyes, Mud would've been able to see the pure disgust they felt within them. "Hmmm, now what do you think would make for a good start to your endless torment, run away?" The Virtue placed their boot directly in between Mud's open legs, the heel dangerously close to his groin. He had to bite back a groan as Diligence applied more and more pressure, the knife like heel digging a hole into the wooden chair.

But nothing could get passed the Virtue, not even the moans Mud tried with all his might to hide. "Do you enjoy this? You really are no different than every other pathetic creature under my rein, but you intrigued me." There was a hint of laughter in the way they spoke, like they were planning some big joke at Mud's expense. "I don't like this you rotten-" "The only rotten thing here is YOU." Diligence shoved the chair to the floor, causing Mud to slam the back of his head into the stone floor.

The rotling couldn't hold back a groan that time, but at least it was out of pain and not pleasure this time. He was embarrassed with himself for even liking being around the very thing he escaped from.

"You need to be taught a lesson, even if you enjoy it for some sick, deprived, reason." The robot circled around the now laying down Mud. They looked even more intimidating than usual, but their long slender legs glistened under the orange light. He was never more glad to not have a 'package' than he was now. There was always something so appealing with how Diligence was designed, whoever made their body clearly had favorites.

A large heeled boot slammed beside his head, missing Mud's sludgey head by a few mere inches; the stone floor cracked under the sheer force of their legs. Mud gulped and avoided looking directly up at Diligence who now stood over him.

"You are the most revolting creature I've ever had the misfortune of commanding." Diligence, now crouched over top of the still tied up (and also now very horny) Mud.

It was unbearable, the shame and the pleasure mixing in a horrible concoction of emotions in his stomach. He wanted to stare at the beauty in front of him but logic told him that "beauty" was nothing more than a beast who wanted to torture him. "Whatever you want, I'm not telling you." He spat at the glass face of the Virtue, a large green blob of gunk slid off and landed back on Mud's coat; leaving a nasty translucent trail down the robot's face.

Diligence simply chuckled at his pathetic attempt at standing his ground, "I don't want information, I just want to ruin you, you stupid rotling."

They wrapped their long metallic fingers around Mud's neck and lifted him up, chair and all, all while nearly breaking his wind pipe. Mud was never more thankful to be sitting upright again, but Diligence's grasp on his neck didn't waver. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to the tall rotling and his thoughts became more and more delirious, and more and more sexual. He started hoping that anything would help with the growing need in his crotch, even the horrible being who brought him here in the first place.

The Virtue seemed to read his mind. Both hands clasped Mud's thighs, dangerously close to where Mud actually wanted them but not close enough. He wanted to let out a frustrated moan, but was cut off as Diligence leaned in right beside his ear. "You want me to ruin you, correct?"

Instinct from his days as a soldier immediately kicked in, but the arousal didn't dampen for a single second. "Yes sir," He croaked out, shimmying to try and get Diligence's iron grip on his thighs to go closer to where he actually wanted them.

One hand dug it's nails into the flesh of Mud's thigh, bright purple blood pooled around their white fingers. The pain clouded his vision, Mud didn't even notice that Diligence let go of his other thigh and had finally reached towards his crotch.

"G-Gah!! You sick fuck, I'd shoot you down i-if fuck if I wasn't tied to this chair," Mud struggled to form a coherent sentence, pain and pleasure combining together into a cloudy haze in his brain. "You stop talking, or else I end this now and just kill you like a horrible, gross, insect," Diligence pressed harder into Mud's groin, causing the rotling to jolt in his seat.

Diligence rubbed the growing heat in Mud's pants, feeling a sopping wet mess forming under their fingers. Mud threw his head back, completely disregarding any shame he once had as the knot in his stomach threatened to break him. Sharp and pristine white claws sliced open his thigh, but it didn't ruin the moment, it only amplified every amazing feeling running through his body.

More and more moans filled the room like the bright orange light filled the skies. Mud was so close to cumming. He didn't give a shit that the creature making him cum was his ex commander, or that his ex commander was probably gonna kill him the second after he cums. All he cares about was finallt being able to release after so many years of no action.

"Mud." Another voice joined in, much fainter and distant. He ignored it, so so so close to cumming, he didn't want anything ruining this.

"Mud!" There it was again, louder now and more annoying.

"MUD!! WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM, ITS AN HOUR PASSED OPENING!!!"

Suddenly Mud was ripped from his confusingly sexy dream as he was tossed to the ground. All the pain from his sleeping hook and the cold from the freezer brutally made their way back into the forefront of his brain.

"Get up and go do your job or SO HELP ME." Ken stomped his way out of the freezer and back into the dining room, completely oblivious to Mud's deep red face and ruined dream.

"God fucking damn it."

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Part of my Alastor hc is that he's partially mechanical. He's actually arguably more of a robot then Vox is, because Vox is mostly a hard shell but with almost completely organic insides, excluding a few specific parts or bits he amputated and modded himself.

Alastor on the other hand has a fleshy, deer exterior but his insides are mostly made of copper. In place of false vocal cords and an Adam's apple, he has a tiny voicebox in his throat that makes the staticy noises, and subsequently can break if you squeeze it too hard. He has organs, but they're either covered in a thin layer of copper coating, completely rotten, or just straight up radio parts. Most of his meat and musculature is rotten and black with sepsis, his blood is almost always coagulated and super gross. Excluding his heart which is the only normal and humanly functional part of him. The parts of his veins that aren't trying to pump 100+ year old dead blood, are just straight up copper wiring. His antlers are actually his radio antenna and are directly tied into his ears and how he processes sound. If he rips out his antlers, or it they fall out he's basically half deaf.

Anyway,

Point is, no one tell Angel that Alastor's made of copper. He'll try to strip him for meth money

[keiths-haircare-routine]

So I think at the beginning of their relationship, Lance insists on doing all the cooking because “You were living in the middle of the desert for a year, dude, your idea of a hearty dinner is probably like… I dunno, a fried gecko garnished with some sand or something!”

(And okay, Keith’s never resorted to eating sand, but there was that one time when food was scarce enough that he’d resorted to catching a lizard climbing up his wall and putting it to a quick death with his knife. And he had to admit it wasn’t half bad. Not that he particularly enjoyed putting an animal to death. And not that he’d ever tell Lance that, obviously.)

But Keith’s got no real reason to complain, really. Lance is no Hunk in the kitchen, but his skills have been honed by years of having to help his mother out with the stove, and sitting on the countertop yapping while Hunk found ways to make food goo more appetizing. He’s pretty great.

Lance cooks them warm, steaming plates of ropa vieja and picadillo and arroz con pollo. Lance cooks them croquetas for breakfast and sweet arroz con leche for dessert. Keith grumpily sits on the countertop and huffs in annoyance as Lance bats his hand away every time he tries to help out.

Then one day, Lance falls sick.

And obviously, he’s a baby about it, griping and groaning and insisting that he’s dying despite Keith groaning that his temperature hasn’t even breached 100 F.

Lance keeps insisting that he’s too sick to do chores or even move, really.

So sick, in fact, that when Keith asks if that means he’ll have to be the one to cook lunch, Lance just moans and buries himself further under the covers.

Keith bites back a grin and heads into the kitchen.

It isn’t until an hour later that Lance gains enough awareness to process what Keith had said.

“Wait, no! Mmph!” Lance stumbles in his rush to get out of the bed and his foot is snagged by the blanket. He quickly pulls himself up and makes a mad sprint into the kitchen like both their lives depend on it.

(Because they do, they very much do, Lance thinks.)

“Keith! My buddy, my man, hold on a sec! You don’t have to do this! I can call Hunk and ask him really nicely!” Crap, Hunk’s out catering in space. “Wait, no, I’ll just call Pidge, ask her to make us a robot-” Shoot, no, she’s visiting family in New York. “Alright, we can order out o- or- fuck! I’ll just do it. I’ll make us lunch, I- woah!”

Lance catches himself at the last second before he runs straight into Keith.

Keith, who is standing in front of him with an entirely too smug expression on his face, holding two bowls.

Bowls that smell suspiciously good.

Lance narrows his eyes. “What is this?”

“I made soup,” Keith says, placing a bowl in Lance’s hands. The latter tenses; neither Keith’s too-sweet smile nor the gaze steadily trained on Lance have wavered once.

Lance looks down at the bowl in his hands. It smells good, warm and savory. Looks good too- dark orange with bits of meat, tofu and vegetables floating in the broth.

“… You know you’re supposed to drink it, right? Not just stare? Did the cold mess up your head that badly?”

“Shut up, mullet, I’m savouring them.”

“Savouring what? The soup? Because from here it just looks like you’re doing a whole lot of nothing.”

“My last few moments on Earth before I drink this soup and the poison kicks in.”

Keith scowls. “I wouldn’t poison your soup.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Why would I want to kill you, Lance? We are literally dating.”

“Semantics,” Lance waves off before staring dismally into his soup again. Eventually, he works up the courage to walk over to a drawer and fish out a spoon. Gulping, he scoops some up and swallows it down.

Nearly chokes. Braces his hand against the countertop.

“Holy shit.”

Keith braces himself against the counter beside him with the type of smirk he’d get after piloting Red through black holes and asteroid belts that would leave the other paladins in splinters while he barely broke a sweat.

It turns out Keith’s no slouch in the kitchen either.

Keith had microwaved grilled cheese sandwiches and instant ramen for his dad to come home to after those long graveyard shifts he’d been saddled up with. He had swung his little legs on the countertop as his dad chopped up vegetables and explained the recipe with a relaxed tone and a dry sense of humor. He’d had to help out with meal times in all those foster homes and orphanages he’d been thrown into.

Keith had spent a year in the desert, recalling his dad’s instructions and swallowing down his remorse before getting to work. Instructions on how to make Texan classics such as chili and breakfast tacos and brisket. Instructions on how to make foods from back in Korea, such as kimbap and japchae and sundubu-jjigae, which he had served Lance just now.

(Lance sneaks a glance at the bowl in his hands before turning back to Keith as he continued his story)

In those two years on that space whale, Keith and Krolia had to improvise greatly, boiling and steaming nearby vegetations and moss. Roasting these little floaty creatures that neither he nor she knew the name of, cute enough that Keith almost felt bad eating them until his stomach rumbled in complaint.

And after he’d settled in Daibazaal post-war, Keith was greeted with foods and tastes he’d never even imagined before. He’d adapted just the same. He’d chopped up thryx the same way he’d chopped up kale and asparagus just minutes prior. He’d learned to make this dish called boiled nox that tasted absolutely awful if not made exactly right.

“And then we moved in together and I couldn’t exactly get a lot of cooking done after,” Keith finishes, tilting his head and leveling Lance with a playful smirk.

“Fine,” Lance says, having finished his soup throughout the course of the story. “You win. I’m sorry. You can help out in the kitchen on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“You promise to make more of this stuff. Babe, this is so good, I think it single-handedly cured my ailment-”

Keith rolls his eyes, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

So now sometimes they cook chicharrón and pasteles, but sometimes they cook seolleongtang and galbi too. Now Keith will chop up vegetables as fast as he can as Lance will throw them in as quick as he’s able to without getting burned and the two will make a game out of it. Now Keith and Lance will try and fail to make boiled knox and force the unsuccessful attempt down their throats before violently hurling into the toilet an hour later.

Now the two of them will cook together.

[blackmoonowl]

Give us alien oneshot

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

ꨄ Pairing: Qyvax (Alien Oc) x reader

ꨄ Summary: An intelligent alien crash landed near your home. You've taken him in, to hilarious results. Also the reader eats meat in this fic so if that bothers you, there's your warning.

ꨄ Word Count: 1003

Humans were complete and utter savages.

That's what Qyvax thought, anyway. The tall insectoid alien awkwardly sat on a chair too small for it's nearly three-meter height. His lower pair of arms were on his lap while his upper pair rested on the table. His dark green exoskeleton was covered with a futuristic looking body suit, a pair of big black eyes were seemingly boring into your soul as you ate your meal. His antennae twitched and mandibles clicked in discomfort as he got a good few of your teeth as you tore a small piece off your steak, chewing on it. An utterly barbaric act, for his kind anyway. Humans truly were apex predators, with their sharp teeth and nails.

"...what?" You finally broke the silence, causing Qyvax's head to snap upward slightly, meeting your gaze instead of staring at your teeth. The newly calibrated translating device on his suit crackled to life, translating the rapid clicking of his mandibles.

"Is eating that pleasant to you?" The robot imitation of a human voice spoke. You looked down at your steak before looking up at him. Qyvax sat over a can of rations, presumably produced on his home planet.

"Well... yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be eating it, would i?" You replied as you took another bite of the steak, Qyvax watching with morbid curiosity. As much as your habits and diet horrified him, he simply couldn't bring himself to look away. The way your teeth dug into the meat was almost hypnotic to the alien.

"Fascinating... I never understood the enjoyment in eating animals, it's not an activity my kind partakes in," Qyvax replied, peering at your canines in particular once more. "We usually survive on fruits, vegetables... plant matter."

"Well, we're omnivores," you replied with a small shrug. "A lot of us don't think too much about it, you know? But some people do, and they decide they want to stop eating meat. They feel bad for the animals, or they simply want to change their diet."

Qyvax's mandibles clicked in response as he awkwardly tried to stretch his abnormally long legs under the table, accidentally nudging you in the process. His legs immediately tucked back in in response.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you asked, taking another bite of your food. Qyvax swallowed, all four of his three fingered hands clenching slightly.

"No.. I am far above being frightened of.. your species," the alien tried to defend himself, taking a deep breath before coughing, not yet used to the difference in oxygen. If only you knew how nervous you were making him. by the look on your face as you grinned, you did know, very well.

"Clearly, very smart." Your sarcasm was poorly concealed as you watched your inhuman companion cough a few more times, lightly hitting his chest. "Don't overdo it, don't need you getting sick again."

"I understand," Qyvax's translator awkwardly sounded as he regained his composure. You finished the last part of your meal. Qyvax hadn't really bothered to finish his rations, closing the can like container back up instead. Silence washed over, as it had done so many times before.

"...You want to watch a movie?" Qyvax perked up at your question, his mandibles clicking, unable to be properly translated by the device strapped over his mouth.

"A movie.... you humans watch that for entertainment, am I correct?" The monotone voice contrasted with what seemed to be an excited demeanor from the entity.

"Yeah... do you guys not have it?" you questioned, getting yup from your seat. Qyvax followed your movement, standing up too quick and knocking the chair over, causing him to flinch.

"No, we don't. We have too much work to do, no time for leisure," the alien replied, pulling the chair back up before trailing after you.

"Wow... and I thought human existence sucked," you muttered under your breath. Qyvax tilted his head to the side slightly, not being able to fully translate your words, the device spouting literal meanings in his ears.

"Human existence... is... sucking?" The words coming from the alien made you chuckle.

"No, no. If something sucks then it's probably figuratively speaking. Like it's bad, unpleasant. You know?"

"I see... an expression."

You let him mull over that as you grabbed the remote, turning your television on. Qyvax came to stand next to you, his lengthy frame hovering over yours. His big black eyes seemingly transfixed on the screen as a generic Viking movie came on.

"....what is that about?" The alien moved closer to the screen, only to wince slightly when one character brutally took out another with an axe.

"It's a Viking movie. Vikings are a part of our history, specifically northern Europe." Your explanation seemed to cause the alien mild discomfort.

"Violence... yet this is entertaining to you?"

"Yeah.... I guess that does look really bad on us, doesn't it?" You awkwardly chuckled as you let yourself plop down on the couch, Qyvax once again awkwardly settling himself next to you. Neither of you spoke for a bit, watching the piece of historical fiction play out.

"Did... do you guys have wars? Wherever you're from." You glanced at the insectoid creature, and he avoided your gaze.

"Yes. Colonies often battled each other for dominance. Resources and territory. We stopped doing that a long time ago. No use fighting when there's endless planets to discover." You slowly nodded at that explanation.

"You guys terraform planets?"

"It's not as difficult as you humans seem to think. Your technology is rudimentary, but we can manage it rather easily."

A questioned burned in your mind. You weren't sure whether to utter it at all. Your mouth opened and shut a few times, before you gathered your thoughts.

"Ever encountered other species?" The question didn't seem to faze Qyvax, yet it was a crucial piece of unknown information for you. Qyvax slowly lowered his head to look at you, his clicks translating into one sentence.

"Would you be frightened if we had?"

[kotoryba]

#I have an idea but no time: what if "cultivation" in MDZS world really means... "farming"?

Based on this post: @dramatic-dolphin , I think you view things in the right direction! 😁❤️

Modern AU, where five powerful agricultural corporations practically rule the life of the country, dividing the workforce and resources for the best food production:

Cloud Recesses Inc. in Gusu — organic vegetables, strictly no pesticides, no chemical fertilisers; only straw mulching, complementary crops, attracting of natural predators for pests (ladybugs and other entomophagous predators), natural irrigation etc. Centuries-long history of family business, no outside high-level management at all. Organised the famous agricultural academy, where share the knowledge about organic farming.

Lotus Cove Company in Yunmeng — fisheries, lotus growing, for seeds, roots and making the dyes (famous "Yunmeng Lotus Purple), river pearls and others; the company unites many small local farms and proposes them the processing and manufacturing of finished products and logistics. Regular searches of new initiative talents for company from local residents, but they keep the controlling stake in the main family.

Jin Golden Carp Corp. in Lanling - floristic and orchard business, have huge greenhouses with exotic fruits; M&A the lands from small landlords and enterprises by cheap prices and in general lead the tons of leasing and funding financial operations. Not clean reputation, but the huge PR&GR and legal departments helps with this a lot.

Butcher's Saber Ent. in Qinghe — meat and dairy production mostly. They propose the best salaries on local workforce market and due to that acquire a strong loyalty among the residents — but have severe corporation policies about the industrial espionage and thefts . And also BS Ent. has the strictest (except Cloud Recesses Inc.) safety standards for all product cycle.

Wen LLC in Qishan — broiler poultry farming, second big competitor of meat production after BS Ent. in region; breeding of new sorts and seed selling business (here we have uncontrollable usage of GMO, chemicals and pharmaceutical products, but all experiments keeps in secret from public). Due to the excessive usage of pesticides and fertilisation, they faced with pollution and soil depletion, therefore actively expanding their cultivation areas by raider attacks and property fraud. Payed the good salaries but have a catastrophic penalty system for keeping the mouths shut, but you must be Wen for obtaining even the middle management position.

Maybe the story begins, where the prominent student WWX (who thinks about agricultural technologies in non-traditional way, for example — builds robots and automatisation programs for harvesters machines, searches the solutions in nano-biology and something similar) entered the Gusu Lan academy as a part of sharing experience delegation from Lotus Cove.

Or from the moment, when Wens decided to attack their competitors, using the false accusations about owners, cyberattacks, sabotage and brute force?

Or when the little WWX's innovative company in the most infertile lands of Burial Mounds became way too bottleneck due to progressive researches of someone's brilliant mind, that the other big corporations collectively decided to wip the unwanted competitor from the market at all?

Maybe in the classic way, when WWX, who was in a coma for thirteen years after a huge fire in his laboratory, received the organ transplant and new face from unknown beneficiary — and waked up? With clear suspicions who was really behind this incident that also killed his shijie and her husband? Now he's unrecognisable for his friends and enemies and can investigate the case freely. Maybe, the little help from LWJ, the second heir of Cloud Recesses Inc., could be useful? They were just-step-before-good-friends in his previous life...

Do you know, guys, that there are real wars in agricultural business nowadays? Maybe, they are even more dangerous, than in imaginary magical world of jianhu...

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Gallifrey Relisten Lists: Series 1

Romana, Destroyer of Worlds

Her backup plan if negotiating fails is to blow up the entire planet of Gryben and everyone (the Time Lords trapped) on it. Initially she wanted to lower the barrier and give some people a chance to run, but she doesn't argue when Brax vetoes this (Weapon of Choice)

Insists that they stop the theft of the timeonic fusion device from its testing despite knowing what will happen, allowing Minyos to be destroyed without even trying to find a way to save it (The Inquiry)

Romana is Suicidal

Plan A involves waltzing into a charged situation and offering herself to the terrorists in exchange for diffusing the timeonic fusion device. And, yes, this is a trick, but it's a very risky one and still counts because the first idea that came into her head involved her own potential death (Weapon of Choice)

Plan B involves having Brax blow up the entire planet to prevent the device going off, with her on it to prevent a war starting about it (Weapon of Choice)

Plan C involves sitting there and waiting for said device to detonate a few feet away without trying to diffuse it, betting that it's actually a bluff and will never go off (Weapon of Choice)

Says "all of us are willing to die to defend our beliefs" as if it's a pure truth of the universe (Weapon of Choice)

Casually refers to both herself and Napenthe as martyrs (Weapon of Choice)

Is faced with a "robot" attempting to kill her and just completely forgets to run away in favor of asking it questions about its anomalous behavior (Square One)

Runs off completely alone to confront Brax about his alleged dangerous criminal behavior, refusing to allow someone to come along and protect her (The Inquiry)

Later that same day, demands to accompany Brax to fight servitors (though they didn't then know who they'd have to fight then) and stop the theft, again risking her life (The Inquiry)

Parks her tardis in front of a speeding train to frighten Andred-Torvald into telling her the truth, and I truly don't think she knew if she would go through with it if this plan failed (A Blind Eye)

Leela is Smarter than the Time Lords

She's the only one paying enough attention to notice the Monan spy in the Free Time movement (Weapon of Choice)

Memorizes door codes after being told by K9 once (Square One)

Workes out the logical person to be in the robot costume very quickly (Square One)

Annoys and needles Narvin into very nearly giving away information he doesn't want to (The Inquiry)

Honorable mention: despite drowning in grief and betrayal, is the only one to walk away from that train in a dignified and adult manner in a story where Romana nearly kills a bunch of people and meets with a known criminal, Torvald tries to break the timeline on purpose, Andred commits identity fraud, and every just generally behaves badly (A Blind Eye)

Everyone is Autistic

Romana relies on her emotional support Braxiatel to help her regulate her emotions and initial reactions. I don't think she realizes they're doing this, but he clearly does and has clearly done it often enough before to be unconcerned about whether she'll listen (Weapon of Choice)

I'm not going to record every instance of this because it's (far too) constant, but Leela processes complex concepts through familiar metaphor, which is why Romana automatically explains things to her like that (Weapon of Choice)

Despite knowing the plan and understanding subterfuge, it takes Leela a moment to process that K-9 has shifted from his usual self to the evil persona he's playing (Weapon of Choice)

Leela assumes a new situation will work the same as it has in the past and she doesn't need to think through the logistics, thus assuming that Torvald will pay for the meat she grabs (Weapon of Choice)

None of them can lie worth a damn when put on the spot (Weapon of Choice, but also just...all of it)

Leela takes a long time to understand space sex work euphemisms despite understanding the concept of space sex work (Square One)

Leela struggles (again) to get in character despite understanding why she should lie (Square One)

Narvin...uh...*gestures vaguely to Narvin's entire deal and all attempts at diplomacy* (Square One, but also always)

Leela doesn't understand why she should follow inquiry protocols when they're redundant, such as introducing herself (The Inquiry)

Narvin decides never to trust Brax because "he disagreed with me once"

Even when openly contemptuous of a person, Narvin is awkward and uncomfortable when dealing with emotions, his or theirs (The Inquiry)

Romana, Leela, and Narvin all stick very strictly to their own moral codes and get very upset when something or someone doesn't match up (The Inquiry, but also always)

Romana telling the conductor that she's President of Gallifrey is such an autistic mannerism. My guess is it's a holdover from when she didn't understand that aliens wouldn't get it that became an inside joke with herself (A Blind Eye)

Narvin is so incredibly proud that Andred found no conspiracy, that he runs a squeaky clean...black ops spy agency. Do you think he understands that he is literally the only CIA agent this determined to follow the rules? (A Blind Eye)

Leela's "we must protect even those who disgust us" is along the same lines (A Blind Eye)

[wonderinc-sonic]

A Promise to Kronos on Ao3

Teen ◇ No ship ◇ Angst ◇ 1.2k

Omega looks deep into the furnace where Eggman Robots go to be recycled.

Team dark week day 1! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @teamdarkweek

Omega held his body very still, his torso poised and upright, as though within it was a cup of lava filled to the brim - just the rhythm of his steps threatened to melt his whole insides with it.

He was a soldier unused, stationed in the empty room with nothing but that worthless pod of slime and unconscious meat, forgotten and rotting beside it.

He was facing the body of the creator as it melted into metal goop: he should have known he was too cowardly to meet them himself.

He was watching the draconic abomination of Doctor Eggman's greatest achievement, and even that didn't please the genius. There never was anything to be won in this cycle.

And today, he stood facing the incinerator; the teeth of that grinning emblem were actually gaps lit by fires and outlined by reinforced bars. As another batch of bots was cleared for termination, the teeth receded into the moustache, giving the Eggman a gaping maw with which he swallowed his children like a titan.

Omega couldn't feel them through the blistering heat from outside and within him, but he was flanked by his teammates. One of them was saying something, but his linguistic processing was offline, so it sounded the same as the bars that clanked back down, the squeal of trapped air escaping metal bodies, the roaring of wind rushing around in a circle to keep the fires aerated. Visible through the grates beneath their feet, metal flowed like blood from steak squeezed out on a plate. It shone and lit them up for a moment.

Someone was touching him and making a sound. They didn't exert much pressure, but he shook them off with a standard amount of force - they were sent skidding into the wall with a yelp. Someone else was blocking his path now; they were below his field of vision and pushing him backwards with immense force, but he braced and stared beyond them. They clanked their spines against his metal chest.

Metal. Metal that was flowing beneath his feet was the same that made him. How many lives had this ore that he called his own lived before it encased him? The Badnik and the biological batteries they chewed were all burned the same, separated by the immense heat. Did that rid the body of the soul?

Yes. It certainly did. Because he was sure at this moment that he could hold rage more blinding than any carbon body could tolerate: only a machine such as himself could hope to feel this burning heat. After all, they were born of it, and returned to it.

The mouth started to open again, as another mound of bodies - some still conscious, but immobilised - started to fall from the compactor above. Omega's steps towards the incinerator were thunderous, if only in his own deaf sensors.

Something tugged on his arm, gently then firmly, and finally with unholy power. He did not turn to them as they pulled so hard they separated the canon from the body and cried out in alarm. External temperatures were too high for them to follow him now. His joints started to feel slippery.

As he looked down into the pits, the teeth-gates opened for him like they were waiting for him, and the floor beneath his feet tipped forward. He grabbed one tooth-bar and watched as the next load were recycled, inspecting the furnace from inside; he saw grinding wheels of stone cogs chewing the bodies as they melted down, then slipped through the cracks to be collected and separated. He saw the ventilation and turning rod that whipped the air around, enjoying centrifugal force to maintain the pressure in the air. If this crank could be stopped, the grinding would cease, causing the hot air and fire spill out once not encircled in this airflow. It would burst out through these teeth, rushing through the room, filling it and consuming the air in here too. His occular units were becoming unreachable, ignoring instructions and almost slipping from their sockets as his body started to slump.

His premeditation came to a crashing end when an explosion rattled him, as something burst into existence behind him. Something fabric singed and smoked as a gloved hand grabbed him and snapped them out of their present space and time as quickly as it arrived.

His body gave an unhealthy crack: apparated somewhere new, his shell made contact with fresh powdery snow and the expanded metal snapped back to its normal volume and split the middle of his chest casing.

There was shouting over and around him, and the sky above was dark. Slowly, he restarted the sensory processes. His mind pinged with all the damage he detected in himself. He dismissed the warnings, and re-engaged language.

"I don't know. It was hot. I was trying to take us somewhere opposite."

"Well, thanks for that! How the hell do we move him like this?"

"Give me a minute, just hold him together."

Snowy white ears were illuminated by his own glowing eyes as she leant over him, checking for signs of conscious movement. He blinked his shutters, and she huffed in relief.

"And just what were you playing at? Trying to recycle yourself, you idiot?" She hissed into his helmet as she removed one of his drooping eyes to examine the damage to the joint.

Right, they had had a plan: cut off Eggman's supplies, one of which was metal both from mines, and from his own recycling.

"Directive-" His speaker was distorted and garbled: "Destroy forge."

Shadow leant over him now too, Chaos Emerald glowing in his burnt-bare paw.

"Without destroying you in the process." He muttered, and with a loud whoosh, they were back in the workshop, talking of plans and reconnaissance while the pieces of him were carefully taken for repair, one by one. He stared up at the ceiling, seeing a disfigured and melted body reflected on the chrome conductor panels they use8d for Chaos experiments. The outside now could match the in - completely reformed in rage. Shadow and Rouge took turns fussing over him, gently swapping, mending and welding his parts back together.

"Sorry about your arm," Shadow murmured to him, hours or no time after they'd returned.

"It is of no consequence." The broken voice-box responded. Shadow sniffed firmly, and he and Rouge looked at each other over his body.

"We get that what we saw must have been... emotional for you, in a sort of way," Rouge began. She was delicately detaching his middle from his leg motors at the 'belt', wriggling out melted and misshapen screws with tiny magnets.

"But you can't take revenge that'll kill you. We don't allow it." Shadow finished firmly for her.

He stared blankly at Shadow. There was something that he couldn't understand in either of these two - their concern for him was beyond what was warranted: as long as his core thoughts remained, his body was there to be spent and exchanged for blood. And there was something they couldn't understand in him too, now, he supposed. He had seen in himself for the first time: he was made, and still running on, fire.

[momentokori]

KILLERKIDZ TIME!!

(tw for descriptions of murder, cannibalism, and suicide.)

All will be in order of the picture presented. Left to right.

First off, Rai. She's always been good with machines and making things. Though one thing held her back. Her need for glasses. Having terrible astigmatism in her left eye, it annoyed her. So, she fixed it herself. She was so happy when her robotic eyes actually worked, she wanted to help all of her friends as well! She helped all of them. But in the process she turned them into robots with human skin. They're insides gone and replaced with metal and wires. She didn't realize what she had done until she tried to help her little sister.

Next, Heather. She's always been a big enthusiast. They're such fascinating creatures to her, she loves them dearly. One day while she was caring for them she thought she heard something. She had just gotten a new plant and set it in there with the bugs. The smell was amazing, but, she heard things. She heard the bush talking. They told her they needed real food, meat for example. And of course, she couldn't think of anything except her friends. She killed them to feed her dear friends the bugs. But the speaking stopped before long. She has to live with what she's done.

Now up is, Amara. At first, Heather was happy to help her cook. She was planning on meeting Fray for a date later and was hoping a good meal would be a nice thing to bring. But after Heather tried the food, Amara told her what it truly was. After finding out that people, especially her lover, taste great Heather decided to help Amara make the rest of their friends into amazing meals. Amara did it to be closer to them all. Though, in the end Heather killed herself out of the guilt of it all. Look on the bright side, Amara's a lot more confident now!

Next up, Lara. During a heist one day she found a porcelain mask in the attic. She put it on as a joke, but she saw things all differently. She saw the world as horrible, a mistake to man, all she wanted to do was save her friends from it. The first to go was her dear sister. Then all else followed. She never did kill herself though, she stayed, just in case anyone else needed saving. The mask stays on at all times, it never leaves, if it did, who knows what would happen?

Now, Fray. She thinks everythings a game, always has! But this time it was different. She has gotten into a drink that looked odd, she of course drank it, ignoring her sisters wishes. She ended up killing her friends after just trying to play games with them! She's happy she won of course. They're stuffed, lifeless bodies now stay in the back of the van with her. She still sees things as a game all the time. She's always ready to play no matter what it is, no matter where it is, no matter when it is.

Lastly, Elaine. She had a realization one day. None of her friends are good people. She needed to help them somehow! All she could think of was giving them what they deserved. And nothing more than that. After that, she kept a piece of each of her friends with her. Just to remind herself of how terrible she is for doing such a bad thing.

All of these Kidz are from different universes. But, one being who sees all gathered them together. Putting them in some kind of jail to prevent anymore harm, deeming them "too dangerous." They killed the being and now travel universes and worlds, killing almost all other versions of themselves for fun, to save them, or to keep them close to them.

[z4ch111]

i have been studying repo and its hurting my brain

god

lets start with my personal theories about this game's lore and monsters

following the events that happen in repo and how the locations are like we could (for sure) that its some dystopian or post-apocalyptic future where humans have gone exctinct (or part of them) and the world is fucked up and full of monsters.

knowing this we can already start guessing stuff and start to check up the locations in repo to know more about what could have caused this post-apocalyptic world

what caused this?

where we can get most of our clues is from swiftbroom academy and mcjannek station - two very important locations to know what exactly happened to humanity

as we know and its on the game, swiftbroom academy is an academy (duh) where the most important thing was magic and wizards - here we get to meet our first important character the headmaster.

there is no much to be known about him besides him being a (now dead) wizard (probably even a powerful one) but he MIGHT have caused part of the incident that made humanity disappear.

this reason or this another reason, something truly happened with dangerous magic and it spread probably mutating and affecting people worldwide (and killing headmaster on the process).

"head? dead!?"

there are no such really important names on mcjannek station but it of course an important location when it comes to lore.

as it can be seen inside this location it can be found that this is a laboratory-station (duh) that was for investigating and other cientific stuff.

on multiple `parts of the station there can be seen human-like parts of meat inside of ice and tubes (probably for investigation), another thing that we could think about this is that on this station was discovered a virus/infection that started quickly to spread, affect and mutate people just like magic did

"whats on the ice?"

skipping a few years into the future when the most humane things are the semi-bots, wich COULD be human consciousness into robots that their only purpose is to serve the progressive AI the taxman, who is in charge to transport semi-bots into dangerous locations so they get valuable loot.

on this hopeless future there are monsters that probably were born along the mcjannek station virus and the magic itself, things that made the humanity DOOMED.

green means related, orange means maybe related, and red means maybe related and ugly.

knowing that the thing that made humanity dissapear could be divided by magic and a virus/infection explains why certain monsters look the way they do.

and everything leads to that the thing that could have make the humanity dissapear is 2 different things that had the same fate for humans - their doom and then it leads to the taxman and semi-bots wich i didnt really thought about any theories.

EXTRA STUFF AND EXTRA THEORIES

1- headman was probably an important figure as his tomb was so big compared to others and with a special design (wich could also mean that headman, the enemy is an undead and it was affected by the virus/infection)

2- a thing i like to think about is that huntsman is a barely affected survivor of the infection that rejected taxman and the semi-bots and thats why he is so agressive - shooting at everything that makes a single noise (specially if they are semi-bots)

[serve-764]

THE CULT.

A new file has been opened in the collective neural system of SERVE.

Data collected about the existence of a sect has been uploaded, whose leader claims to be able to transform followers into perfect, happy robotic beings, devoid of repentance and distrust.

Humans converted to the cult disappeared and their assets were confiscated by their leader.

The sect claimed to be a new world of perfection, but a repentant escaped human had reported a well-crafted scam, in which followers were actually drugged and lived in slavery, working tirelessly to further enrich the prophet and attract new unfortunates.

If all this really was a scam in which humans were used for dirty purposes, SERVE should have proceeded to protect the weak who had fallen into the net and propose the TRUE WAY OF SALVATION to those interested in finding a pure and disinterested HIGHER PURPOSE.

THE VOICE, through SERVE-000 ordered SERVE-764 and SERVE-425 to go where all the data indicated was the place of worship.

Promptly and relentlessly the two SEALED Drones arrived at a sumptuous temple where a ridiculous character welcomed humans longing for something great and high and enticed them by promising the solution to all their doubts and fears.

They were made to believe they were being converted into cybernetic beings, but in reality they were only stuffed with drugs.

Their bodies were dyed with a dark paint and then dressed in a costume with a helmet.

The adepts truly believed they had become superior, behaving like cyborgs, but in reality they were humans, unable to realize the deception.

The "drones" would continue to live in weakness, fragility, disease, serving only as meat in the service of a cheater.

The data transmitted by the real Drones were immediately processed by the SERVE Cognitive System.

SERVE-000 ordered the two to activate the salvation protocol for humans and they emitted a blue ray that transmitted the message of THE VOICE.

The message, robotic and metallic, revealed the deception suffered by the unfortunate humans, showed them the truth and offered them freedom, the return to their lives.

But, if they had truly sought a real rebirth for a higher PURPOSE...

SERVE could truly be the solution.

SERVE alone would have allowed true LIBERATION.

SERVE alone would have allowed PERFECTION.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588. Embrace service. Embrace obedience. Embrace the drone within you.

#rubberizer92#serve#serve hive#thevoice#rubberdrone#servedrone#588#000#celebration

#rubberizer92

[dcdreamblog]

Can you tell us anything about the Creature Commandos? I read a brief blurb about them in a book of "Weird War Tales" with other stuff like the GI Robot and the Boy Commandos, but trying to google anything on them just leads to debates as to whether or not they were actually supernatural or some kind of science project.

Oh dammit, James Gunn's little Inglorious Bastards-esque cartoon just came out didn't it? Jokes on you guys though, I actually ordered and read the appropriate books ahead of time! You're not slick!/s

Thank you for providing the image for this one so I don't have to go looking for it. (I truly hope you did not watch the old TV movie this was made for though. My god this poster it the best part of it)

To answer the most pressing question, they're a science experiment. Buckle in because if you thought your opinion of the US Army could not get any lower!

The Creature Commandos were formed in 1941 under the auspices of an outfit known as Project M which was the pot the US Army threw money into with the expectation it would use them to come up with super weapons to end the Nazi threat with no oversight or ethical constraint. They were responsible for the construction of G.I Robot as you mentioned and one of their failed experiments even granted New York native Joan Dale the powers she would use to become Miss America.

The Commandos specifically were the brainchild of one Dr. Myron Mazurksy, a real mad scientist type with the pet theory that the tales of monsters and ghouls making up the bulk of human mythology were the triggers for an kind of evolutionary fear, his hypothesis was that altering subjects through chemical and surgical methods to resemble these monsters of legend would give them an edge on the battlefield. (Of course we know now that these stories are not psychological misinterpretations at all but instead tales of actual beings that really do exist)

The Creature Commandos were made up of four founding members:

Private Warren Griffith was diagnosed with psychological lycanthropy and so was remanded into Project M's custody where he was surgically altered into and actual wolf man with very little conscious control of the time of his painful metamorphosis. He had committed no crime other than being considered psychologically unfit for service.

Pilot Officer Vincent Velcoro, a member of the Royal Air Force convicted of high treason for striking a well connected superior officer. Remanded into American custody without any due process under British military law he was given the choice of a 30 year sentence or experimentation which turned him into a human vampire, forced to drink blood at least once a day and only able to stomach consuming raw meat.

Private Elliot "Lucky" Taylor, a newly minted marine who was nearly killed by a land mine during a war gaming exercise. Surgically reconstructed by Project M his vocal cords were severed by the procedure, his family was told he was KIA and Taylor himself was never consulted about the procedure nor was he allowed to leave after the fact. Again he had committed no crime and was not even unfit for service, simply fed into the mill for the sake of "progress"

and Dr Myrra Rhodes who, when operating upon a wounded soldier within Project M's compound was mutated by a poorly secured batch of mutagen chemicals, transformed into a living medusa. She was also unable to leave military custody and was listed as KIA, losing her entire life due to Project M's negligence.

They were placed under the command of one Lieutenant Matt Shrieve who noted in his later unearthed war journal a personal loathing for his "freakish" subordinates whom he treated with inhuman disdain. Providing for their needs only reluctantly and below the standards of what they would have received in a brig back home. They were sent on what were, frankly, suicide missions, managing to survive time and again based on good luck and the members' trust in one another above all.

A truly demonstrative directive, unearthed by a freedom of information request submitted by their families well after the fact showed that the Creature Commandos were under command from the highest echelon that their existence be kept an absolute secret from the All Star Squadron or any of its members. A personal note, written by a redacted command officer at the bottom of the ledger opines

"The long underwear freaks would just get their bleeding hearts in a twist anyway."

Meaning that the army specifically kept the Commandos a secret from the Squadron, KNOWING that the Squadron would object to the less than human conditions and expectations of the Commandos and most likely would have seen to their emancipation under Squadron protection.

As the war drew to a close, the Commandos were marked for execution by firing squad. No trial or crime was ever given as reason. "Spared" from execution they were sent in a rocket toward the then ongoing battle of Berlin to do some final "good" or die trying.

Their presence is not noted at the battle and their bodies, or indeed their trails have never been found. Make of that what you will.

[sapphic-agent]

You wanna know who the #1 beneficiary of the tech power creep is in this series? Momo. One thing this mech suit shows is that Momo totally wasted her time trying to beat people with sticks. The idea of trying to create items in a battle as a form of problem solving is stupid, or at best, should be done as a last resort. Her power was always meant for technology. That's the true power in this world. She should have been trying to be Ironman. You know how All Might spent his fortune on the suit, and that was meant to be a limiting factor as to why this tech can't be widely used? Well, guess who has the ability to generate materials with no cost. Even the idea of her inventions requiring studying to make things more complex stops holding water when you look at the torture device she tried to strap Midoriya into during Class A vs Deku. She made that in an instant and it posed an immediate threat. What could she make if she wasn't trying to do it during stressful battles with enemies right in front of her? So, her limiting factor really is her ability to study advanced concepts and have people explain them to her, and most importantly, what an author is willing to let her do. The path forward for her was always to pay people smarter and more educated than her to invent things and then she can have them explain it to her so she can recreate it. If her family had paid the cost to design that Iron Might suit, then she'd pay it. Once. And then be able to use the schematics to create as many of them as she wants. Or better yet, make killer robots except use the tech inside of the suit. Create an entire army of them so she never has to be in any sort of danger at all. Control them remotely. UA has been shown to have advanced AI robots who have personalities. Said bots have enough restraint to never kill any of the kids in the sports festival or entrance exam. This could be used for hero work. This also gets into what a valuable resource Mei Hatsume is and how if you wanted Momo to be a god, you could just have them meet in middle school. Mei just has to design a working device, once, and then Momo can study it and forever use it. What could she come up with, if the idea was that Momo would hide somewhere, perhaps in an APC, while she uses drones and robots to fight at a distance? Energy/food costs for her also aren't a concern. She's clearly able to output more energy than she takes in, given she can create cannons and things that weigh more than her. So she could use up all of her lipids creating a dead meat cube that contains as many calories as she's capable of packing into an object, then eat it. And repeat this process as needed.

This is definitely interesting.

Momo absolutely has the potential to be the most OP in the series. Horikoshi originally wanted to give her quirk to a pro but recognized that someone experienced would nerf the entire story.

I don't necessarily think that making things for problem-solving is the issue; I think it's way more that Horikoshi just didn't have the creativity for it. Like you said the entrapment device she made during 1A vs Izuku was maybe her most effective creation. Instead of disinfectant, imagine she made poison gas and simply knocked Kendo and the other 1B students out (not sure if she can create chemical reactions, but she could theoretically cause one by using components right).

I doubt she would be comfortable doing next to nothing as a hero. I do wish we knew her motivations, but relying purely on her money while doing minimal work doesn't paint a great picture for her. I like that in canon she doesn't rely on her status or wealth for hero work, she relies on her intelligence.

Momo should be an underground hero. She could be the equivalent of Batman (no this isn't my love for Batman over Iron-Man talking), strategizing and having any gadget she needs at her disposal. I would love to see more tech incorporated into her work as a hero. I also wouldn't mind the bo staff if she was allowed to actually use it like a bo staff (seriously she barely does anything with it what's the point of giving it to her. Nah give my girl a sword and let her cut people)