#sorry the computer scientist in me is mad

[lover-of-mine]

I keep seeing genz people saying they are younger than AI. No, you are not. Artificial Intelligence has been established as a named field of computer science since 1957. It's been broadly studied since the 80s. You're older than computers that have processing capacity to actually generate something as elaborate as a video or audio in a timely manner. Looking at AI generation exploding right now and saying you're older than AI because of it is like a millennial looking up when the first iphone was released and then saying they're older than phones because of it when they realize it happened in 2007. You're not older than IA just because you're watching some part of it get popular. AI is not just the generative and transformative AI stuff you keep seeing right now, dear GOD.

[cryptidghostgirl]

so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

---

Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

[emceevoices]

Dave's Revenge

A fanfic based on the works of @e-vay.

(This takes place roughly a decade after the events of My Gal.)

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A large figure stood at a small computer monitor. Flooding the screen was a giant cliffside manor, the residence of the retired mad scientist, Dr Eggman. Once known as his evil lair, the location of his schemes and plans for world domination, the building was now simply the resting place of an aging man. Merely a shell and museum of days long gone by. Of hundreds of plans gone awry.

The figure glared at the screen, eyes piercing from his helmet with malice. “Today,” he growled, “It all happens today!”

—-

It was another beautiful day on Bygone Island. Sonic the Hedgehog was relaxing outside on a lawn chair. His wife, Amy Rose, was inside making lunch, and their six-year-old daughter Aurora was playing nearby with her best friend Sage the AI, and her nanny bots, Orbot and Cubot. Things had gotten quiet in the years since Dr Eggman had retired from villainy, and the village had been incident-free for quite some time.

Sonic enjoyed this quiet life. While he enjoyed kicking Eggman’s butt in his younger years, he now found satisfaction and fulfillment in his new life as a husband and father. Still, he had a sinking feeling something wasn’t right. It was like the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, Sage looked concerned. “Please excuse me, Rory,” she stated, “Father requests my assistance urgently.”

“Okay, bye, Sage!” shouted Aurora as Sage disappeared into thin air.

“What does the boss want so suddenly?” Orbot wondered out loud.

“Probably ran out of prune juice again,” Cubot mused. “But he usually has me be his juicer! Did he replace me?!”

“Given that you served him plum juice last time, more than likely,” Orbot observed.

“But they’re the same thing!” Cubot groaned.

It was at that time that Sonic’s wrist communicator buzzed. It was Sage, who had sent him a message. The message read,

“Father is in peril! Send help STAT!”

Sonic’s eyes narrowed. He called inside the house, “Amy dear? Put lunch on hold! We’ve got a poached egg to deal with!”

—-

Within a few minutes, after entrusting Orbot and Cubot with Aurora, Sonic and Amy arrived at Eggman’s manor, to be met by a swarm of attacking robots!

“Eggman hasn’t had robots protecting his lair in years!” Amy shouted as she slammed her hammer into an attacking badnik.

“Yeah, but something’s off!” Sonic observed, smashing several with his spindash moves. “Egghead’s badniks are normally shaped like crabs, wasps, and other creatures! These look like… pickles and ketchup bottles! Has the doc gotten hungrier as he’s gotten older?”

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out,” Amy declared, “Now help me get this door down!”

“Gladly!” cried Sonic, as he knocked the door to Eggman’s lair down with a particularly powerful homing attack.

Inside, they found the lair dark and rather sinister. It was another red flag, as the lair was often well-lit and full of mechanical life. And there, tied up in a chair, was Eggman, his gray mustache practically glowing in the spotlight shining down on him.

“About time you got here, you miserable rodent!” Eggman grumbled from the chair.

“Father,” scolded Sage, who appeared close by, “That is hardly the way to speak to my bestie’s father.”

“Eh, sorry,” Eggman sighed.

“So, why are ya tied up like that, Eggman?” Sonic inquired, “Wild party at the old folks home last night?”

“Oh, QUITE the party,” said Eggman, “Woke up with a nasty headache, but that’s not why I’m like this!”

“Then what is?” asked Amy.

“I am.”

The deep voice came from the shadows, right behind Eggman. It was followed by cold, shallow breathing that sent chills down the spines of all in the room. Suddenly a large figure hovered into the light, arms crossed and steely eyed! It was a barrel-chested, teal-colored beaver, wearing a Trojan-like helmet, a leather jacket, and a flowing cape.

Sonic and Amy couldn’t believe their eyes. “DAVE THE INTERN?!?!” they cried in unison.

“I’m an intern no more,” Dave growled between heavy breaths. His voice was deeper and richer than it was during his fast food worker days. “Now, I’m in charge, and I say, break time’s over!!! Ha ha ha ha!! AH HA HA HA - HACK!!! ACK!!! URK!!!”

“Here, hun,” said a young adult female bandicoot, carrying a small object in her hands, which she proceeded to give to Dave. “You forgot your inhaler again.”

“Give me that!” grumbled Dave, as he swiped the inhaler out of the bandicoot’s hands and began breathing with it. He then muttered, “Thank you.”

“Perci?!” Amy gasped at the newcomer, “You’re with him?!”

“What can I say? I like a guy who’s handy,” Perci drawled, stroking Dave’s arm flirtatiously. “And this handsome hunk of a man has proven himself VERY handy indeed!”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth,” Eggman said grimacing.

“Alright Dave, enough small talk,” Sonic demanded, “What’s this all about?”

“What’s it about?!” Dave barked, “Revenge! Ever since Meh Burger was shut down by the health inspector, it has given me nothing but time to focus on finally enacting revenge against you, against the village, against everyone who underestimated and mocked me…” he glared at Amy, “…and against the love of my life, who rejected me for an arrogant blue porcupine!”

“What?!” Amy exclaimed, clearly disgusted, “Dave, you’re a nice guy and all, sort of, but there is no way we could work.”

“I nearly threw out my back moving heavy boxes for you!”

“That doesn’t mean squat! By the way, you dropped the box with my porcelain unicorn. You owe me fifty bucks!”

Dave rolled his eyes and placed a fifty dollar bill in Amy’s hand.

“Thank you. Now, if you’re done with the hemming and hawing, I gotta get back to preparing lunch. Come on, Sonic, we’re leaving!”

“No need to tell me twice!” said Sonic.

“Hey! Don’t leave me here!” Eggman yelled from his bonds.

“Nobody’s going anywhere!” Dave demanded. He fired a laser from his glove, causing rubble to block the entrance!

“Alright, enough is enough!” Sonic shouted, and he launched a homing attack towards Dave. Much to the hedgehog’s surprise, his attack was blocked by a reflector shield, sending him flying back down to the ground!

Landing on his feet, Sonic cried out, “Where the heck did that come from?!”

“I invented it to protect myself from French fry grease,” Dave explained, proudly. “Cool, huh?”

“We’re all set, hun,” said another bandicoot girl who looked almost identical to Perci. “The army’s ready for invasion.”

“Staci, you too?!” Amy cried, flabbergasted. “Both of you are… with him?!”

Sonic looked at Dave with disdain. “Dude, that’s kinda messed up.”

“Your best friend dated a plant!” Dave snapped, “I don’t wanna hear it!” Turning to Staci, he ordered, “Send them in!”

“Sure thing, Mr D,” sighed Staci, pressing a nearby button.

“What did you do?!” Sonic demanded.

Dave just smirked. “You better hurry to the village, heroes!” And with that, he grabbed onto Perci’s and Staci’s wrists, and the three of them floated up through a hatch in the ceiling, disappearing out of view.

Suddenly, the voice of Sonic’s best friend, Tails the Fox, called over Sonic’s wrist communicator. “Sonic! We’ve got trouble! Multiple badniks are invading the village! And they’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“Grab Knuckles, Sticks, and Rouge!” Sonic commanded. “Tell everyone to take cover, and hurry! Amy and I will join you shortly!” Turning to Amy, he asked, “You ready?”

Amy grinned while grabbing his hand, “You bet!” And the two hedgehogs boosted out of the lair at full speed.

“Seriously?!” Eggman growled, still tied up, “You’re really going to leave without me?! You can’t leave an old man in this condition! The social workers will certainly hear of this!!! Ugh, of all the times for Stone to be on jury duty!” Then, calming down, he asked, “Er, Sage dearie, would you kindly untie your father from these ropes?”

“In a minute, Father,” Sage replied. “First, I must take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Opportunity? For what?!”

“While you are currently immobilized, this is a prime opportunity to enact what Rory calls a ‘makeover’.” Then pulling out a makeup kit, she instructed, “Now please hold still. I do not wish for the mascara to ruin your spectacles.”

Eggman gulped.

—-

Sonic and Amy arrived at the village, where a fierce battle was raging! Tails, Knuckles, Sticks, and Rouge were in the middle of it all, making scrap metal out of the attacking robots.

“Sonic! It’s about time you showed up!” Tails shouted, ramming his wrench into a pickle bot, “These machines are unlike anything I’ve ever seen! It’s like the technology of Eggman mixed with the minimum wage labor of a fast food worker!”

“Yeah, and they look delicious!” shouted Knuckles, who eagerly took a huge bite out of a hamburger-shaped bot… then promptly spit it out. “Blech! But they don’t taste delicious.”

“Careful, Knuckie!” Rouge called, semi-flirtatiously, “You need to watch your cholesterol!”

“I knew it!” Sticks screamed, “The FDA has gone too far! I always knew they would use our food to kill us! It’s every man for himself!!!”

“Either I forgot to pay my restaurant bill again,” Tails observed, “Or this could be the work of-“

“It’s Dave the Intern,” Sonic explained quickly.

“Okay that makes all the sense in the world and simultaneously makes no sense at all,” Tails said.

“Don’t worry, buddy!” Sonic said, “Let’s trash these bots like it’s finally Season 3!”

And so, after a fierce, glorious battle that I SO wish you could’ve seen, our heroes stood in the midst of a pile of busted robot parts.

“Nowhere near as difficult as one of Egghead’s attacks,” Amy observed, “but nothing to sneeze at, either. I’ll give Dave props for that.”

“Phew! I needed the workout!” Sonic said while stretching and punching the air. “Is that the best that fry cook can serve?!”

Suddenly, Sonic’s wrist communicator sounded again, and Orbot’s panicked voice came blaring from it! “New boss? There’s been a situation!”

“Yeah!” cried Cubot from the communicator, “The season finale to ‘La Ultima Pasion’ has been postponed for two whole weeks!”

“But not just that!” cried Orbot, “Miss Rory! Something happened and she—“ But before he could finish, he was cut off by sharp static!

“She what?!” Sonic shouted into the communicator, “What happened to my daughter? Orbot? Orbot?!”

“MAMA! PAPA! HELP!!!!” Aurora’s voice came tearing through the atmosphere, and Team Sonic looked up in horror to see the young girl trapped in the strong arms of a levitating Dave!

“MY BABY!!!!!” Amy screamed in a way only a distraught mother can.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” a grade-school aged Chumley Walrus yelled from far off.

“Everything I ever loved was taken from me,” Dave said coldly as Aurora wriggled desperately, “Now, I’ll take what you love.”

“When I get my hands on you—-!!!” Sonic roared, enraged.

“Hon, forget the child!” Perci called from Dave’s communicator, “We’ve got what we need.”

“No! They need a statement!” Dave said. Then to the heroes, he hissed, “Here’s your one-star review!” And then he took off to the heavens, carrying Sonic and Amy’s terrified daughter in tow!

“Sonic!” Amy cried, “We need to do the croquet maneuver!”

“No we can’t!” Sonic shouted, “I’ll hit Aurora!”

“But we’ve got to do something!”

Meanwhile, up in the sky, Aurora wriggled with all her might to try to free herself.

“Struggle all you want!” Dave grinned maliciously, “I hope you enjoy the title of Unpaid Intern!”

Suddenly, Aurora’s small body began to glow, faintly at first, but quickly growing brighter, and with a sharp cry of “Let! Me! GO!!!!!” She glowed as bright as a lighthouse!

Not anticipating the sudden brightness, Dave let out a shrill cry and loosened his grip on the girl, sending her plummeting down towards earth!

“AAAAAAAAAHH!!!!” Aurora screamed.

Watching the events unfold from below, the villagers gasped in horror!

“Now?!” Amy cried.

“NOW!!!” Sonic yelled, throwing himself into a spin ball!

Amy swung her hammer as hard as she could, sending her husband rocketing towards their daughter! Sonic uncurled just in time to catch Aurora, and the two landed roughly, yet safely into the ground!

“Are you alright, Tiny?” Sonic groaned in pain.

“Mm-hmm,” Aurora whimpered, shaken. “I’m sorry, Papa! That bad man was typin’ on Uncle Tails’ ‘pooter! I tried to stop him, but…” she then started to cry.

Sonic held Aurora close to him. “Shhh, it’s okay, Tiny,” he said softly, “You’re okay. That was not right to try to take that bad man on yourself, but you were very brave. I’m proud of you. Just next time, let the adults, or your nanny-bots, take care of it. Okay.”

Aurora looked up and nodded, “‘Kay.” Holding on tighter, she said, “Love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, Tiny.”

—-

Later, the group of heroes stood around Tails’ computer as he examined it.

“Well, someone has definitely been snooping around,” Tails observed, “But everything seems to be intact. I wonder what Dave wanted?”

“Who knows?” Sticks guessed, “Maybe he wanted embarrassing vacation photos? Maybe he wanted your music files? Maybe he was looking for important information regarding all of us, showing all of our strengths and weaknesses, THE LIKES OF WHICH WOULD CERTAINLY LEAD TO OUR DOOM IN THE WRONG HANDS!!!!”

Silence engulfed the room, followed by a collective, “Naaaah!”

“Well, whatever he was looking for,” Sonic declared, “If he should ever show his face again, we’ll be waiting for him!”

“At least little Rory was able to scare him off!” Knuckles stated.

“Indeed!” Rouge agreed, booping Aurora on the nose, “She’s going to be quite the charming little hero! She’ll be kicking butt in no time—!”

“When she’s an adult!” Sonic and Amy interrupted in unison.

“—when she’s an adult,” Rouge finished, corrected.

“When I’m an adult!” Aurora cried triumphantly, prompting everyone in the room to laugh in awe.

“Heheh, we still have plenty of time before that happens!” Sonic said. “In the meantime… I’m getting kinda hungry. Who wants a burger?” Prompting everyone to laugh harder in agreement.

—-

Alone in his room, Dave stared wearily at a picture frame. The picture was of himself, back in his teenage intern days. Standing next to him was a middle-aged female figure, her head torn out of the picture. Dave sighed. He remembered the day his mother tore her own face out of the picture, being embarrassed to be seen with such an embarrassing excuse of a villain.

He then remembered another awful day. The day when Meh Burger was shut down. He had decided to take matters into his own hands by hacking into the health inspector’s bank account and ruining his credit rating. But as that proved too difficult to do, he did the next best thing and burned the inspector’s house to the ground.

He didn’t expect that the fire would get out of control. Nor that his mother happened to be in the health inspector’s house for tea.

She didn’t make it out.

Dave had fled the scene of the crime, so the blame was pinned on faulty wiring while he got out scot-free, but the consequences of his actions sunk deeper than any jail sentence ever could.

After the fire was put out by Sonic and his friends, nobody cared that the only person Dave ever cared about and desperately tried to please was gone forever. Nobody came to console and check in on him. Hardly anyone even attended the funeral. The only thing that mattered was that those do-gooders had saved the day once again.

It wasn’t fair! Why should the heroes get all the attention? Just because they can spin around and punch their way to glory, does that mean they’re providence’s gift to the world? Of course, why would anyone care about a puny, insignificant fry cook? Does it really matter that he never got to prove himself a worthy super villain to the one person who was his entire world?!

No, of course not.

Nobody cares.

Dave seethed as the memories went roaring through his head. It has taken years to come to this moment, but they would care. They all would. He would make them all care! Soon all eyes would be on him, and those goody-goody attention seekers would be cast to the wayside!

“Here’s the data you requested,” said Perci, holding a flash drive in her hand. “You’re welcome, by the way. Those geniuses made hacking quite the hassle.”

Dave inhaled sharply, then, swiping the flash drive from her hand, he murmured, “Fine, thanks.”

He then inserted the drive into a nearby computer, and before long, files began filling the screen. Files containing important information regarding both Eggman and the heroes, showing all of their strengths and weaknesses, the likes of which would certainly lead to their doom in the wrong hands!

“Vengeance is mine, Sonic the Hedgehog!” Dave declared, “And no one, not you, not your friends, nor even your glowstick of a daughter, will be able to stop me! Soon all the world will know the name of… CHEZ DAVID!!!! GAHAHAHAHA - Hack! Cough! Ugh! (Inhale) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!”

THE END...?

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Jumba (2025)

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

So. Lilo & Stitch 2025. The live action remake of the beloved animated classic. It’s… honestly not completely awful.

Now, don’t get me wrong here, it’s not amazing or anything, but aside from the terrible ending that misses the whole goddamn point of the story it’s a so-so family film that has a genuinely great cast who is giving it their all. Chris Sanders is as good as ever as Stitch (aside from the times where they awkwardly reuse audio from the original), but it’s honestly the rest of the cast that make this work. Courtney B. Vance (Cobra Bubbles), Sydney Agudong (Nani), Amy Hill (Tutu), Tia Carrere (Mrs. Kekoa), Kaipo Dudoit (David), Hannah Waddingham (Grand Councilwoman), and Billy Magnussen (Pleakley) all turn in fantastic performances, but most important of all is Maia Kealoha as Lilo. She is genunely amazing, one of the best child performances I’ve ever seen; she feels more like a real kid than the animated Lilo did a lot of the time, and while she is forced to regurgitate a few classic lines she makes the character her own while still staying true to the original to the point I'd say she carries this film . Whatever faults the film has—and it has a lot—the cast mostly manages to make it work in spite of them.

Of course, you may have noticed that one member of the cast and thus one major character are completely absent from my praise above: Zach Galifianakis as Jumba. But I promise you, I kept him separate for a very, very good reason: He is so fucking awful he brings down the entire film whenever he’s onscreen.

Motivation/Goals: Jumba’s motivations are largely the same from the original. He’s a mad scientist who wants his experiment back, and barters for freedom in exchange for recapturing Stitch. Of course, this initial characterization isn’t what makes Jumba such a beloved character, it’s how he develops beyond that and becomes a quirky gay alien uncle who does wacky “evil” science experiments. How does this work in the remake? Well… It doesn’t! Because Gantu just straight up doesn’t exist, Jumba takes on his role as an antagonistic force in the climax and is wholly without a sympathetic trait. In fact, he wants to mutate Stitch into 627 (the very same one from the animated show, judging from the silhouette on his computer).

To say this is a downgrade is an understatement. The whole entire point of the character is that there is more to him than simply what was on the surface, that he had nuance. By stripping all that away to make him a generic mad scientist, they’ve honestly made him more flat and cartoonish than the literal cartoon.

Performance: As soon as Jumba opens his mouth and the completely unaltered voice of Galifianakis comes out, it is clear that you’re in for a fucking trainwreck. Look, I don’t hate the guy or anything, but he does not have the vocal range to play a character like this who needs an imposing and preferably Russian-accented voice. You need someone like Keith David or Clancy Brown, someone who can be both goofy and imposing; you can’t have this hulking, ugly alien have a goofy little guy voice. I think what’s even worse is that with the changes to Jumba’s character, he has no camaraderie with Pleakley, no affection at all, so we don’t get to see Galifianakis ramp up the homoeroticism like he did with Lego Joker. Literally the one saving grace his performance could have had, the one thing that might’ve saved this take on the character, and they just throw it away.

Final Fate: He falls out of the plane and is embarrassingly and unceremoniously arrested. Woo hoo.

Evilness: Let’s be real here: This ain’t Jumba, this is Dr. Hamsterwheel.

“It’s Hämster-viel! VIEL! NOT WHEEL!”

Right, sorry. Anyway, seeing as he has no redeeming qualities and just wants to recapture Stitch and turn him into a weapon of mass destruction, he has far more in common with the rascally rodent from the TV series than the character he ostensibly is. And that would at least score him a 3, but then there’s the scene where he goes off on humans having attachments and memories as he obliterates Lilo’s house, callously destroying all the photos of her family that she has and generally wrecking the place. That alone scores him a 4/5. What a prick.

Final Thoughts & Score: Alan Moore and Garth Ennis are cheering and pumping their fists in the air right now, because their villains have been completely and totally dethroned: Remake Jumba is the absolute worst villain I have ever seen in my entire life.

Maybe in a vacuum this Jumba isn’t a bad villain, but does it look like I live in a fucking vacuum? No, I live in the real world, and in that world I already have a Jumba who is a silly old queer who likes to create his own Pokemon and go out with his crossdressing boyfriend. What this movie gave me is an ugly CGI potato with an unfitting, dorky voice committing bland acts of evil and trying to tell me it’s the same guy. I already thought this remake was a bad idea and wholly unnecessary, and while plenty of it managed to win me over, I’ve gotta say how genuinely awful Jumba is almost completely tanked the whole film for me.

I think it stands out even more because Pleakley is actually great. Pleakley is as flamboyant and queer as ever, despite Disney’s best efforts to squash that (no crossdressing, boo). Was this the compromise? Was Pleakley only allowed to be campy if all the chemistry with Jumba was excised? It’s so fucking dumb. It’s just so goddamn fucking dumb.

And really, the fact Jumba is so bland and one-note leaves me little to really say about him. He’s a cardboard cutout, which normally wouldn’t attract so much ire for me or even warrant a Psycho Analysis at all, but this is a take on one of Disney’s very best characters voiced by one of their late, great reoccurring voice actors. And not only is he bad compared to Pleakley, he’s bad compared to everyone! All the other recast characters are at worst okay and at best blow their voice actors out of the water! Jumba is genuinely the only fucking one I hated! Hell, I don’t hate the awful ending where Nani loses custody as much as Jumba, because at least there they throw in a bunch of bullshit so they can have their gritty, realistic, Zack Snyder’s Lilo & Stitch ending while still not really separating the sisters! Jumba is just irrevocably ruined to the point where even if they do make a sequel—and they probably will—I can’t see how they can even begin to rerail or save him. And it’s not even because he goes beyond the pale, it’s because he’’s just a big sucky nothing now! They fucked it all up!

I’m giving this Jumba a -/10. What does that mean, exactly? It means there isn’t a number small enough in existence to accurately describe how utterly shit this butchering of a beloved character is. I’ll take stupid powerscaling zombie wank or Harry Potter dick lightning over this shit any day of the week.

[just-tryina-live]

Some of my favorite Mack quotes

“They did not just use the Bible against me”

“It’s Gordon right?” “And you are?” “I’m the guy who kills Gordon”

“I need a bigger gun, I guess. Or my ax. Or maybe a shotgun-ax combination of some sort.“

“Did two fire dudes just drop into a warehouse full of fireworks?"

"Android, robot it doesn't matter what you call 'em. The end result's always the same they rise up against their humanoverlords and go kill crazy.”

“I always worried that robots would try and kill me one day." "Really? We grew up different." "Even got a special provision in my life insurance for death by robot." "Are you serious?" "Yep. If this goes sideways, my brother's gonna be one rich dude.”

“The line between scientist and mad scientist is paper thin.”

"I don't know, we gotta be prepared for everything, apparently. Look, not a day ago, I was trapped inside a-a computer-generated mind prison, and now... You know what? You know what, Coulson? I'm out. I'm out. We get through this, I am packing it in." "Sorry, Mack. You already quit years ago." "Yeah, well, I didn't quit hard enough. Look, I'm not comfortable at the pace at which we deal with new trials and tribulations.

“Oh, please. We've just been zapped through space by Stonehenge and we're trying to rule out the involvement of a flame-headed demon from East L.A.? Science my ass.”

“What are tacos?" "What the hell kind of future is this?

“Where'd that rock send us?” “Well, I don't have many details, but I do know we're in space.” 

“Yeah, that makes sense. That's one thing we haven't done yet.”

“huh, I punched him, I don’t half hit people. I only have one punch”

[lordharmony]

🌈✨CRINGETOBER 2024✨🌈 DAY 9: CHILDHOOD VIDEO GAME

MySims folks, HI!!! I’ve been obsessed with the original MySims lately, so I made an introduction page for my player character!

LOTS of reminiscing under the cut, SORRY Y'ALL.

I recently got a Wii, but I haven't gotten too many games for it yet! EXCEPT for MySims! MySims is one of those foundational game series for me that I just love so much. Kingdom was maybe the most fun I remember having, and then Agents literally changed my brain chemistry. I'm very glad two of the games are getting released on the Switch. I'm going to collect and play all of them in order, and no joke, that's probably going to take a long time, because I take Sims building SOOO seriously. Maybe I'll do introductions for all my protags though, who knows!

ANYWAYS, this is Cala Mint! Cala was NOT my original MySims character as a child, tbh I don't really remember the Sim I made at all. I do know every single one I did make back then was super edgy, super goth. And absolutely no hate for that, I may do that for another character, but I just didn’t feel it for the first MySims game! And an idea struck me while messing in the character creator!

A long time ago, I completed the Not So Berry Challenge for the Sims 4! All ten gens! I wish I still had my screenshots, but unfortunately they all got blasted into the ether when I transferred my files from a different computer. However, I did draw ONE of my characters. My founder, Cala DeBerry!

Her fashion wasn't...GREAT lol, but I LOVED her. She was a mad scientist, her best friend at the lab was Caleb Vatore, she married Eva Capricciosa from Partihaus because they were always at the club together, she was enemies with Vlad. It was just so fun, I loved that entire challenge so much even though it took me FOUR years to do.

Now, Cala lives on in MySims! I imagine she's still a scientist type, but definitely more chill compared to the other scientists in this series. She's absolutely judging the fact that so many people in the town love to decorate with red apples. My first best friend was Vincent Skullfinder, because the museum was so fun to build. It'll probably take me a bit to get to Five Stars and fill in all my lots, BUT, I'm sooo enjoying replaying the game despite how poorly it runs. Seriously, I don't know how they made it run so bad but my Wii is screaming whenever it first loads anything.

I based this sheet on the Relationship book, if I had more time I would definitely have doodled more, but the MySims style is actually really really hard for me for some reason. More studies in the future will be needed for sure.

ANYWAYS, thanks for reading, you're epic and incredible. <3

[anxiousapplepie]

Alright, today's question is one you're absolutely free to keep your lip zipped about if it delves into spoiler territory. Which it mostly likely will. Actually, it's a lot of questions because I might as well get a bunch of them out before I forget I have them. Again. Time to begin rapid-fire and I am sorry in advance.

Does the world of Special Delivery pre-apocalypse mostly resembling modern society or that with differences due to gods being a thing? Were they perhaps a touch ahead with technology, hence things like Jemima? Or did that particular advancement only happen, almost paradoxically, after the apocalypse? Did the fallen society know about the gods and ghosts and stuff, (And I mean they actually knew about it for certain, not just theorizing), or did it just all sort of became rapidly apparent as the world fell to shit back then? (I am also curious how exactly civilization is looking now, you could do a comical, as in funny, 'before and after' thing but I know that's just gonna be more pressure on you so don't worry about it too much.)

And also, who exactly built the robot dogs? I presume there's more than just Jemima. Just like how there's probably other postman besides Patrick, but anyway. Who figured out how to create a proper consciousness / personality for the machines? Is it from one source or multiple?

Only answer what you feel up for answering, and take as long as you need for this. My brain apparently decided to blurt all this out so it'll keep you thinking for quite a bit. So, uhh... have fun? I hope?

Ah! asking the big questions, huh? Lemme see what I can reasonably answer at this current time and place >:3

When I first came up with the SD idea way back in 2020, I was aiming for an Industrial Revolution + Steampunk vibe. But now in the year 2025 I'm more willing to be flexible with the aesthetic of the story! ... and by that, I mean it's developed into something I don't know how to describe besides "a postwar nuclear-fantasy nightmare with heavy inspiration from the Aussie outback" There was good technology before the End of the world, but not "sentient robot" good. Just regular chemical weapons and computers from the early 2000s type of good :3

As for the question about the gods and all things supernatural: YES! Humanity was aware the gods were a thing. Sure, there are always phases of skeptical and/or atheistic generations asking if the gods truly exist or care. But it's pretty hard to ignore giant monsters getting kicked in the teeth by one of the gods in an impossible-to-miss battle of the ages, so humanity knew the gods were more than a "theory" or an explanation for things that happened in life. Most of the time.

However, it doesn't matter if you believe in the gods or not after The End, because most of them are now dead. No point worshiping something that isn't alive anymore, right?

As for the one responsible for making Jemima and the other robo dogs that serve the posties, you can blame this guy! XD Long story short, Louie is an (ex) mad scientist who took one look at the post office and said to nobody in particular "you know what this place needs? better security and robot dogs who can kill a crocodile and serve you hot toast!" and then spent the next decade upgrading everything he could get his hands on. Amongst other things!

The method of giving robots sentience and personalities is still something that is being researched, but so far the common theory is "you get what you give". Which is to say, if you start treating a piece of technology like it's a person, pretty soon it starts acting like a person. Other people think ghosts or spirits are just haunting machines. Which might be true in some cases, but not all of them. >:3 Lots of people have stepped forward to claim the credit of 'discovering' robot sentience first, nothing has been settled yet.

ANYWAY! :D This was fun! I had fun answering these questions, and was deeply aggrieved I couldn't do it sooner because flu shots messed me up XD but seriously, your thoughts are much appreciated and thank you for letting me ramble! <3

[kaiciu]

The (Dysfunctional) Holy Trinity Theory

So random thought/theory that sorta went into a rabbit hole. I was thinking about how the Variya situation worked as we know from K.F. since she's supposed to be dead by Adrest's account, and she's clearly not. I used to think Karma was pretending to be her... until I realized Karma making its presence known is WILDLY different than the few moments we see Variya doing it. Which lead to me to think that she probably did the classic mad scientist move of backing up her conscious/soul in the Core and became a part of it and the Karma Files doc that Adrest had was before she decided to pull that shit.

Alrighty cool, then it made me think maybe Karma and Variya being the god/leader of the Core works kind of like the holy trinity. Where they are separate beings but they act as one God. When Flora failed at Eclyssia Pyramid and had her meltdown on the monitor we see both Variya and Karma appear and the very ominous anniversary picture of Variya where we see on Aelita's photo an transparent eyeball which is an obvious reference to her being marked by Karma at the end of Renegade Ch.0. So it's clear that they work together.

And then just to double check my sources I saw a symbol of the holy trinity which I thought nothing of until I noticed the shape and well...

I always thought the core was supposed to be a sci-fi version and very simplified version of the Creation Glyph (which is probably inspired by the trinity anyway) but this is way more specific. We already had a Karmafied version of the Creation Glyph in Aelita's platinum route anyway. Could this be just a coincidence, probably, but also could be intentional.

So to keep this theory brief, that the current high players in The Core represent each aspect of the holy trinity.

The Father (or the mother in this case) = Variya- I feel like this should be self-explanatory, she created this system and assigned roles to her followers. According to the Space Hags, Variya is their master and queen.

The Son = The Interceptor- Having Adrest's soul, you know Variya's literal son helped narrow this down. Jesus was sent to earth to be a man in order to atone for the sins of humanity. The Interceptors are humans given authority by the system to rewrite fate and have the choice to save or condemn humanity. Resurrection is also an obvious parallel between the two. Finally the Space Hags (god they nails this shit together) former interceptors after finishing their mission ascended to godhood.

The Holy Spirit = Karma- The holy spirit has been super hard to explain/understand for me personally, so here's this link to a comment that's a good summary: https://www.reddit.com/r/Christianity/comments/bdy0ca/comment/el2cynx/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Karma controls the fate of every person and just an disembodied eyeball lacking a physical form (as we know right now.) They are the controller of the Core and as we see in Renegade can talk and forcibly lend power to a person that it marks.

Okay, I'm tired and I'm turning 23 tomorrow so let's wrap this up. The 17 overseers besides Adrest, Nymeria, and Vitus throw a wench into this, but they probably follow Variya/Karma, so it may work (idk if Vitus does, but that's another story entirely). This trinity is dysfunctional as shit bc of Variya being sus as all hell, Karma forcing people's fate and making them Karma beasts in desperate situations, and the existence of Renegade Interceptors, Interceptor like Crescent who only cares about her goals, and how non-Variya Interceptors like V or psuedo-interceptors like the Mysterious Figures fit into this. I feel like that might be the point, it's a computer-based system attempting to recreate god being led by people who are morally dubious at best, despite the best intentions (Nymeria, Space Hags) to Vitus "Indraid "Sirius" Theolia. Sorry for the Theology lesson in my funny Pokemon fangame, but I gotta let my delusions out that's going to be wrong in 5-9 months (hopefully) See you!

[goddessofroyalty]

Hey, same anon who asked the Sefikura kids question earlier. Just wanted to say thank you for answering me!

And that I'm very interested in Prompto finding out he has quite a bit of younger siblings. And on a more funnier note, I'm interested in him finding out that out of all of them, he is pretty much the only one who looks like Cloud. Trying to get a blonde Sefikura kid is like shiny hunting in Pokémon 😭

Sorry I'm yapping, I do actually have a question.

I was curious if you ever got the idea to do physical descriptions of the other Sefikura kids like you did with the Remnants? Pointing out the specific traits they got from each parent and such.

No worries at all. Thank you for asking me.

Prompto finding out he has younger siblings is such a fun idea to explore for us, sitting outside. And such a horrifying one for him - the realisation of how close he came to not having the childhood he did and instead growing up in Niflheim under the hands of mad scientists and his genocidal father; dealing with the guilt that he was the one that Cloud took with him mixing with his already major feelings of inadequacy; a kind of grief about never being able to grow up with the siblings he apparently had.

I had to go open the Powerpoint to check. But yeah, other than Roxas + Ven all of the other possibly Sefikura children (although I did go "wait there's also the FFXII protag Vaan (under the cut for reference) I've considered but never rambled about" - but even he's got a very light blonde hair not like the true golden of Cloud and Prompto). It's kind of ironic because you would consider Silver-hair recessive over Blonde but nope, Sephiroth's hair genes in at least color are winning out every single time except for Prompto.

Do not at all apologise for yapping. People yapping with me (because gods know I'm a yapper as well) is how we get most of these verses.

I've definitively done it for Prompto ages back (while he's mostly Cloud he did get Seph's skin). I have always meant to do the others as well just haven't had the surge of inspiration when at a computer haha. I really should though... hmmm any you want me to start with?

[chrysalispilled]

head hurts and i’m unnecessarily stressing over a paper and a presentation so. unluckily for you guys y’all get three big texts posts today

how it feels to go into five tangents at once

i’m going to refer to my s/i as myself in this post sorry (this counts as the mutant au,, that’s technically the main skyliv canon now, spidersona is second canon shhh. also a the mutant she has a different job)

can i let liv be stereotypically evil for a little bit. can i sit on that metal chair and giggle and kick my feet while she monologues and infodumps for an hour. tell me all the things she’s planning on doing to spider-man.

can i just. pull up to the lab one day during her lunch break to find her still hunched over her desk. she perks up like usual,, it’s a sight id never get over, before bolting over and getting a tentacle tto pick me up by the scruff (back of the shirt) and drop me in the first chair she sees

it’s like she’s got it all ready, like she rehearsed for this rehearsal. i mean when she turns the monitor around she didn’t realize she had a folder of pictures we’ve taken together open but “OH WHOOPS! DONT LOOK AT THAT, ITS FINE” and she minimizes it to a folder called “evil plans”

can i let her get into it every now nd then? even if she gets too into it, idc if she calls me her lackey or sidekick before she bursts into laughter. idc if she tosses me her goggles to hold before deciding to slide them uncomfortably over my bangs to try them on. she’s lost a lot with her work, this is the most fun she gets nowadays

the computer files make it canon that she’s had friends. but if you’re an Octavius who’s been dead set on work, i don’t know if you’re canonically destined to keep those friends

i mean, in my au she’s barely started the collider, but she’s still busy. she’s got a much more involved role in everything else at alchemax. she has to oversee funding from fisk and sponsoring miles’s school. she feels the need to consistently redesign and tweak her technology. she wants it to be perfect, she wants it to be seen

but after a bit, maybe i can help her learn that not everyone has to see her. i need to learn the same thing, but a couple people, maybe even one, can be enough

i show off liv being a “mad scientist” too much. maybe she hasn’t been consumed by her work, maybe she’s got a perfectly fine social life. if that ends up being canon for whatever reason, i’m sorry. i don’t want to take that away from her

but she’s an Octavius. like every Spider is cursed by the universe, so many with that last name must be cursed too. same with the Osborns, and the Staceys, and so many more.

But when a mutant so out of the norm just shows up at your lab one day, maybe this universe is special

[whisker-biscuit]

Sonic Big Bang 2024

Close Encounters of the Grim Kind: Chapter 3

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Through the next few days, Tails discovered three things aside from his alternate dimensional research.

It took about six hours for the probe to make a round trip from him to his new pen pal and back when they tested it.

His pen pal was extremely intelligent and just as interested in the state of the Shatterverse as he was. They did not, however, want to talk about anything else, and especially not themselves.

Sonic was still refusing to share the full picture of what happened during his adventure.

Only one of these things was technically a problem, but the fox was a scientist first and foremost, and a very curious child on top of that. So, he set out to “solve” each and every one.

The first one was easy, relatively speaking. The device had been built to travel indefinitely, collecting data at manageable speeds to be analyzed later. Now that it wasn’t being used as a probe but as a simple messenger, it was no issue to redirect some of its power output away from its memory banks and towards its speed instead. He let his pen pal know what he was doing, and wasn’t surprised when they offered their own assistance, claiming that they had worked with Paradox Prism energy to know how to make movement almost instantaneous. Working off only a fraction of that power instead of the entire prism meant it would still be slower than that, but any upgrade on that front would be an improvement.

Together, they were able to drop the travel time from six hours to two, which helped immensely. It also made Tails debate crossing “Sails” off of his list of potential people, because Sonic never mentioned the pirate ever getting close enough to the Prism to learn how to do that. In the end, he kept the name on because the evidence against its presence was still flimsy.

Additionally, his unknown collaborator sent equations that would allow Tails to duplicate his own technology with Prism energy, which he used to make several more probes to send out across the Shatterverse. None of those devices were intercepted and fed data at a constant rate to his computer for him to observe and report back to the pen pal.

By the end of the week, it became routine for a familiar flash of light to appear in the fox’s shop every few hours. He’d pause in whatever he was working on to read and respond to the message as though it were an overly detailed texting app instead of the intricate probe that he’d built it to be.

[ have you found any interdimensional cracks or signs of decay? ]

– No. So far, none of my probes have registered any anomalies. –

[ good ]

[ i was unable to check for that since losing access to the shards ]

[ was worried it might return even though the paradox prism was reformed ]

– What about you? –

– Did you see anything concerning appear in your own dimension recently? –

[ none so far but ill keep you posted if that changes ]

The second problem took a little longer to work around, and Tails wracked his brain for ways to approach it without raising suspicion. He desperately wanted to know whether he was working with an Eggman above all else. It was hard to think about how their minimal exchange exploring and discussing the Shatterspace’s state of being was beneficial to any version of the mad scientist, but he’d been caught off guard by a convoluted evil scheme before and had no intention of kickstarting another with his own help.

At first, he tried to gauge his mystery partner’s interest in technology.

– I’m sorry my last message was delayed for so long. –

– I was caught up in a new invention idea and lost track of time. –

[ theres no expectation for a prompt response ]

[ im not offended ]

– That’s a relief. Do you ever get tunnel vision with your own projects like me? –

[ yes ]

– Glad to see I’m not alone! –

– What kind of projects do you like to work on? –

Asking that last question led to him being ignored for nearly half a day until one of his probes completed its semi-scheduled data returns, in which his pen pal finally sent the device back asking about its findings. There was no mention of the original inquiry; Tails got the message and didn’t bring the topic up again.

It did make him cross out Mr. Dr. Eggman’s name on his list, however – from what Sonic had told him, the man never would have been able to pass up the chance to brag about his own genius, no matter how obvious the trap.

His second attempt was more roundabout – disguising it as idle curiosity about the Paradox Prism and the Shatterverse.

– There’s still so much we don’t know about all of this. –

– My memory is a bit hazy about what happened when the dimensions split. What do you remember? –

It was admittedly a dangerous gamble. He didn’t know how many people Sonic had told about the Prism being from Green Hill, or that he himself had no recollection of the dimensions breaking apart. Someone as smart as his pen pal might be able to deduce who exactly he was – and by extension, where Sonic was – if he made a single misstep. The last thing Tails wanted was to put another target on his brother’s back even if it was from a source that probably wasn’t much of a current threat without a way to cross dimensions independently. Eggman ingenuity was never a thing to take lightly.

[ i didnt personally notice anything different until sonic first appeared ]

[ he was the catalyst for the changes in our dimension and across the shatterverse ]

Tails couldn’t help but laugh when he received that message.

– Yeah, that seems to be a constant for him. –

– He mentioned he had Prism energy inside his body that allowed him to traverse the dimensions –

– Did you ever see that in action? –

[ yes. it was remarkable to experience ]

[ the first time he used that power, he briefly shut down power in all the machines in a significant area ]

That little tidbit gave the fox pause. He remembered very well Sonic’s description of that event – and how it had happened when he was a captive of the Chaos Council. Without immediately replying, the fox instead found his notebook of names and finally removed Sails from it. Then his pencil hovered over Nine’s name for a solid minute. Sonic had mentioned that dimensional counterpart had been captured at the time as well, but had he actually been there to witness the explosion Sonic had caused?

Asking outright was likely going to go ignored again. He tapped the pencil to paper and stared at the probe as he considered how to react to this new revelation without his pen pal shutting it down.

– What was that power output like? Was it a visible phenomenon? –

Receiving a response within the average two hours made him heave a sigh of relief.

[ extremely visible ]

[ the best way to describe it was a giant rainbow hued shockwave that extended outward from his body ]

[ it was pure unfiltered prism energy with no direction or goal ]

– That sounds incredible. Did the Paradox Prism ever do something like that independent of Sonic? –

[ yes, but it looked a bit different ]

And so, the inquiry turned back around to their research without any further fanfare. As grateful as Tails was for the new hint and frustrated that it was still too vague to fully confirm his pen pal’s identity, he left those follow-up questions alone for the time being. Patience was going to be his best friend in this careful investigation.

Speaking of best friends…

Sonic had finally started to lose his manic energy regarding his friends. He wasn’t pestering them for hang-outs as often, he wasn’t spending most of his time loitering around outside Tails’ workshop anymore, and his daily runs were taking him far enough away again that sometimes it would be more than a day before any of them caught even a glimpse of him. Both Amy and Knuckles expressed their relief to see him settling back in after his solo adventure, and even Rouge made a passing comment about it when they crossed paths.

The fact that he still hadn’t told Tails about everything that had happened wasn’t as worrisome any longer, and probably would have just become idle curiosity if not for how he stumbled onto something he was obviously not meant to see.

He’d been on his way back from Amy’s house and decided to take a quick detour towards the waterfall he had first met Shadow at, hoping to tell the hedgehog that Sonic finally seemed to be doing better again. He’d flown up the cliff from the hill’s side until he reached the very top, but found himself to be the only one there today.

Then the familiar sound of a sonic boom made his ears twitch and he looked out at the landscape.

A blue streak was approaching, followed by a yellow one that was keeping pace but not gaining it. Tails watched, surprised, as his brother came to a stop at the shore of the lake below the waterfall. What was even more surprising was how Shadow caught up a second later and stood beside him instead of challenging him to a spar or another race to even the score. They began speaking, too far away for him to hear, but even from up high he could tell by their body language that it was a tense conversation.

Getting close enough to eavesdrop wasn’t an option. Both hedgehogs had hearing that would pick up his flying immediately, and he was almost certain that whatever they were talking about it would stop the instant they noticed his presence. Feeling a twinge of guilt that wasn’t enough to assuage his interest, the fox pulled out his Miles Electric and began tuning it to amplify the sound waves from below to a frequency he could hear and understand.

“….fine, Shadow, honest! Man, I had no idea you were such a mother hen.”

“It’s not about ‘mothering’, Sonic. It’s a legitimate concern.”

“Aww, you’re concerned about little old me? Never thought I’d hear you confess it outright.”

The sound of their banter made Tails’ shoulders relax when he hadn’t even realized they’d been raised. It meant that whatever they were talking about probably wasn’t all that serious after all. Or it meant…

“Stop deflecting. It’s not going to get you out of this conversation.”

…His brother was avoiding a discussion, again.

Sonic sighed so visibly that Tails didn’t even need his device to see the action. He put his hands on his hips and turned towards the lake, kicking a rock into the water as he did so.

“I really mean it, Shadow. I’m fine. I feel fine. Nothing about that has changed since we returned to Green Hill. I get why you’re worried, but there’s nothing to be worried about anymore.”

“Your brother seemed to think differently.”

“Tails?” His head whipped around so fast to stare at Shadow that all his quills bounced in sync. “What do you mean? You’ve been talking to him? What did he say?”

The other hedgehog crossed his arms, looking irritated even from far below. “Contrary to whatever belief you might hold, we keep in contact when the situation calls for it. He has expressed worry that you aren’t behaving like yourself.”

Tails’ eyes went wide. What was Shadow doing? Hadn’t he been the one who insisted that they keep Sonic out of their arrangement? And now he was blabbing about a private conversation!

“Oh, well, if that’s why you’re suddenly up in my business, don’t worry. We talked it out a while back.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, Shadow, geez. He noticed I’ve been a little…clingy, and I told him it was because I was thinking a lot about the dimensional counterparts we had to leave behind. Plus, y’know, the whole “all my friends became shadows of themselves that I thought I’d never be able to piece back together” part? Pretty obvious why I’ve been off my game the last few weeks.”

“Did you tell him about –”

“No, I didn’t, and I don’t need to.” Sonic’s tone took on a hard edge. “I’m not about to put that on his shoulders. It has nothing to do with him and he’d still feel guilty about it.”

“What happens if you ever start to deteriorate?”

Deteriorate?!

“I’m not going to, Shadow! There’s literally been no reason to worry about that! You are literally the only one worrying about that.”

“Of course I am, Sonic!” The hedgehog closed his eyes. A pained expression flashed across his face and his voice grew softer when he spoke again. “Of course, I am. You were…dying in my arms.”

Tails felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He backed away from the edge of the cliff and clutched the Miles Electric in shock, hoping he’d misheard what had just been said. The long silence that fell between the two down below was enough of an answer. Too much of an answer.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about that,” Sonic finally said, sounding more somber than he’d been in a long time. “Truly, I am. I wish I could go back and do things differently so you never had to experience that. But I mean it when I say that I haven’t felt any different since we got back. No weird energy, no sparks, no teleporting no matter how fast I’ve been running. Nine said he pulled all of it out of me and I have no reason not to believe him. Especially not after…all of that.”

More silence. Tails curled his namesakes around himself to try and soothe his sudden shaking.

“…You really trust him that much, huh?” Shadow’s voice was unreadable, and so quiet that it was barely audible even through the device.

“Absolutely. Just as much as I trust Tails. We’d all be wiped from existence if it weren’t for him.”

Another long pause.

“Shadow, I get why you’re worried, and I promise I’ll tell you if something changes. We both said we’d be better about communicating after this, didn’t we?”

“We did.”

“Then trust me when I say I’m okay. Please?”

“…Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“You really should tell someone else about this, though. If not your brother, then one of your friends.”

“I’ll think about it. You up for a race to the ocean?”

“Perhaps another time.”

“Alrighty, then. See you later.”

A blue streak zoomed off, visible for only a few seconds before disappearing beyond the horizon. Tails found the ability to move and peeked back over the side of the cliff. Shadow was still at the lake shore, staring in the direction Sonic had run off in. His back was turned to the waterfall and so the fox couldn’t see his expression. After nearly a minute of standing there like a statue, his rocket shoes kicked into gear and he dashed off as well in a different direction.

Tails sat down right where he was, completely stunned by everything he had just heard and struggling to process it. Sonic had almost died. Sonic had been dying and hadn’t told anyone about it. How had that even happened? They’d mentioned something about “weird energy.” Was that because of the Chaos Council? The Shatterverse breaking down? Him being displaced from the dimensions in the first place and physics had finally caught up to his body?

And why on Mobius did he think Tails would blame himself if he knew?

Thoroughly shaken up, the fox flew straight home. He was still so blindsided by the information he’d unintentionally learned that he didn’t even notice the probe hovering above his desk until he collapsed into his chair after almost an hour of pacing his workshop.

He picked it up almost on autopilot, staring at the latest messages there without really reading them. It was some theory about why the other dimensions still existed with the Paradox Prism reformed, but he couldn’t wrap his head around the words no matter how he tried to distract himself with them. What did pointless theories matter when his own brother had nearly died – might still be at risk of it if Shadow’s concern was valid?

Tails needed answers and he needed them now. Screw Shadow’s terms, screw whether this mystery person was a friend or foe, screw everything that wasn’t going to tell him what he needed to know. If it ensured Sonic’s safety then he’d take any risk.

Instead of replying, the young scientist shut the device off and pulled out its blueprints, along with the notebook he’d used to parse out the equations for how to make it travel faster between dimensions. Additionally, he recalled all of his probes that had been out collecting data. Two hours between messages was too long to wait for each reply. He needed this to be as instantaneous as his pen pal had claimed the Prism energy was capable of, and he was going to use all the energy currently at his disposal to do it.

A preliminary glance at the time told him it was early evening. He turned off or flipped over every clock and time-keeper in his space, knowing this was going to be a long haul. From the kitchen he retrieved a full pitcher of water, an entire half-pan of lasagna leftovers, and three unopened energy drinks. As each probe returned one by one in small flashes of rainbow light, Tails cracked his fingers, stretched his arms once over his head, and got right to work.

It took most of the night. By the time he shut the final panel on the device, finished charging it with all the other probes, and turned it back on, the nearest clock read nearly 3 AM when he dared to look. The fox cradled the device in his hands, thoroughly exhausted. For all the work that he had just accomplished, he knew that was technically the easiest part of this entire thing. The rest hinged entirely on his mystery collaborator.

Tails drank the rest of his last energy drink, then spent the next five minutes crafting a message that would get his intentions across without scaring his pen pal away forever.

– I know we agreed to keep this as solely a research venture but this is urgent. –

– Do you know what happened to Sonic before he returned to Green Hill? Is there a chance it could happen to him again? –

– Please. I need to know. –

He sent it out before he could second-guess the wording. Then he waited.

Nothing came back.

The fox gave it ten minutes. Thirty. An hour. Just like the very first time he’d activated the device, he was left in limbo, waiting and wondering if everything he’d worked so hard for was about to go up in flames. He knew it wasn’t just about technological limitations anymore. There was a small chance that his pen pal was asleep, but their time zones were very different and they seemed to have just as odd a sleeping schedule as he did. The radio silence was most likely an intentional one.

Eventually, out of lack of anything better to do, Tails began cleaning up his work station just to get rid of some of the nervous energy jittering through his body. He glanced at his desk for any sign of flashing lights so often it was quickly becoming a compulsion, and so he forced himself to leave the room entirely. Crawling into bed had him feeling conflicted; he was so tired and on the verge of a crash, but he was terrified that any minute the device would return and he would miss it for hours.

In the end, physical needs won. Tails passed out the moment his head hit the pillow and he drifted off into restless sleep.

[pennycat83]

I'm sorry I absolutely fucked him up in the lab guys

I just really wanna talk about my take on Bob2.0 'cause I wove him too much.

(This only makes sense in my series canon sadly so TLDR: cartoon characters can die in various ways and go to a purgatory but sometimes other forms of media sneak in unknowingly)

Since the third book ended with him floating off into space this is a variant in which he, somehow, died. He can't remember how and he's far away from both HEAVEN-1 and all the other Bobs. The only ones he can interact with are the ones that have canonically died and the first generation (who also can't remember how they died), all of which are hard wired to his IBM 5150 computer monitor he's stuck in.

They can be sent out into space by hijacking other spaceships but it's too risky to do (he's fully skint too).

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Additional Notes and headcannons

⚙️ He's quite bitter he lost Charlie since he's now shorter than before (mainly 'cause the android model he stole was prebuilt and he doesn't know how to readjust it). He also has to recharge as well and can't do much either (he can access the IBM computer system his head belongs to but then he just turns into a regular ass computer, it does let him adjust his system which he does every night with the ROAMERS controlling stuff outside).

⚙️Since most of the other Bobs are still in slight control of his system he tends to flip between personalities and even memories (rarely shows up but sometimes he casually drops stuff that never happened to him).

⚙️ The other Bobs can intervene if they're put in the IBM system (some are more hardwired in than others but some can be transferred to floppy disks, much like Bob-1 they all lost their ships except for Milo).

⚙️LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN'T HAVE AUTISM! Gestures with his hands when he talks, prefers solitude and can do it for long periods of time, hyperfixates on random subjects and sci-fi, struggles with interacting with others outside of his small group of friends and family, an inability to comfort others. I can SMELL it on him man!

⚙️ This man has a roadtrip soundtrack, no one can change it and anyone who does gets put in the ship storage hull (it's mostly a mix-trail of 80's/90's stuff, ELO, Thomas Dolby and Talking Heads).

⚙️ He's essentially completely denounced any type of romance between him since he's too out there for most others (flirting has been observed to cause him to do a mental tailspin).

⚙️ Feral as fuck. Not only does he forget he's still human to a degree at times but he tends to go into weird manic over analysis moments (also tends to devolve into a mad scientist without realising).

⚙️ Suffers with slight touch starveness due to him being unable to properly touch anyone intimately for a long time* (this is most evident with casual touch so it's unsure if he could handle anything further).

⚙️ Is "slightly" hyperfixated with both Spore and 90's alien stuff (I'm going HARD on my headcannoning here. I'm not against him being a classic sci fi nerd but I like the idea he's more into a specific sub genre rather than just being a generic nerd**).

⚙️ Adding a bit more to it I also like to think he's into the LEGO Space sets as well. Alongside Guardians of the Galaxy (man probably had enough time to binge it).

⚙️Most of his other attributes and habits from before still stand. He still likes to talk shit about religion and often gets a bit arrogant when talking about his old job and achievements. I did nuke a bit of his overt geniuses from the book since I (for some reason) think he gets slight moments where he messes up hard by over assuming stuff.

⚙️Every single Bob treats Homer like the lil brother once they found out he's still kicking. The second he comes in at a bad time the others just try 'n shoo him out so he won't see anything too graphic.

⚙️ I'll probably go into this a more later but he has like the weirdestly wholesome dynamic with P.C, like they're just two mad scientist weirdos talking about random stuff and being feral.

*I know this one sounds dumb but like... I don't think he ever tried hitting on any Deltans at any point for obvious reasons, and his only friend was Archimedes. So obviously the man's gotta be a bit on the touch starved side.

**yes I know he's fan girly over Von Neumann Probes I mean like media, he's only really into conventional sci fi stuff so I like to think his other ones are more tied to space in different ways.

[thelogicalghost]

okay someone needs to fucking explain Fallout worldbuilding to me

OKAY SO

I'm a writer and my friends and I get maybe a little obsessed with worldbuilding. Like, famously had a three hour heated argument over theoretical Chinese empirical expansion, obsessed. So I tend to think a lot about worldbuilding when I interact with fiction.

I never played the Fallout games as a kid, I know, sue me, but there was cultural osmosis cause I'm still a video game nerd who hangs out with other video game nerds. So I understood that Fallout takes place in a post-nuclear-MAD world with a 50's aesthetic. You get some scifi elements but it's all that old "classic" scifi stuff like robot butlers.

I assumed, therefore, that the Fallout series takes place in an alternate universe where the Cold War went hot. At the most, maybe it was, like 1975? And the people who designed the Vault stuff were just Old and liked The Good Old Days.

So I was watching the new TV show with my husband when he says, casually, that in Fallout, the nuclear apocalypse happened in 2070.

2070!?!?!?!?!?!?????????

According to the Fallout universe, technology just ... went in a different direction after the Space Race, with little to no improvement in communications (so no cable TV or fax machines or internet) but had other big developments, like putting a colony on the Moon, and a lot of biomedical research, and robots with varying levels of AI.

This is absolutely bonkers.

But imo what's worse is the idea that culture either completely stagnated for over a century, or we hit a period of regression/nostalgia so hard it was virtually indistinguishable from that earlier time.

I'm sorry, but Fallout writers, what the actual fuck?!?

Let me list some of the immediately problems I see with this:

If you're saying all the scientists on earth focused entirely on robotics and medical technology, that STILL. DOES NOT. COVER. 120 YEARS. OF DEVELOPMENT. Especially in a modern fictional context!!!

Technological advancements drive cultural change, which drives technology. Even if we didn't get smartphones, there were changes, and even the most heavily nostalgic conservatives are not going to be the same now as they were 120 years ago. They might be worse, but still, they're going to be different.

Not to mention the culture that built the Vaults is one that's been living in a state of perpetual Cold War for multiple generations. They may be nostalgic for post-WWII picket fences, but that wistfulness is going to feel incredibly different than the relentless optimism that's at the core of the 1950's aesthetic.

This is also absolutely the wrong time period to pick if you're arbitrarily going to decide modern communication methods were never invented. The Cold War was a critical factor in the need for improved security of classified communication, as well as the quality and accessibility of propaganda. IMO a USA that never left the Cold War would have building-sized TV screen billboard ads before the personal home computer.

(funny enough the boom for chemical and biochemical science was already over at this point. There's a saying that WWI was the Chemists' War, and WWII was the Physicists' War, and that's very reflective of where innovators were looking, where funding was going, and thus, what technologies were being developed.)

The weirdest thing about all of this to me is that this is so atypical of all the genres Fallout is leaning on. The 1940's scifi aesthetic at the core of this concept is optimistic exactly because it came before the existential dread of the Cold War; it was that dread, in part, that punctured the post-war dream. Steampunk settings sometimes leap forward a century or two without technological advancement, but the cultural setting of Victorian England is very different and it's plausible that if ideas of the era like "aether" had been proven true, technology would have developed very differently. Then newer genres like Cyberpunk, the ones that came during and after the Cold War, almost always demonstrate how cultures have influenced each other, because the authors of the developing scifi genre had started to realize the future would be shaped by more than just ray guns and spaceships.

So yeah, it absolutely boggles my mind that this is a choice the Fallout writers made and have stuck to faithfully.

[lunatic-pudge]

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAYING. BALLERINA TED JUST WORKS SO WELL, PLEAAAASE.

Just, in general though; Ted being a person who's the creative of the group. The one who does art, and writes stories, and makes music, and dances; the one who puts life into the work he makes!!! Because everyone else (Nimdok, Benny, Gorrister, Ellen); in any version of them they're labeled as intelligent, scientists, philosophers, professors, peace activists, war veterans

And yeah, ofc AM would hate all of this, and of course the group probably has their own creative hobbies but like... They don't have the same drive for it, that I believe Ted has? He wanted to make it into his life, his career! And when he couldn't, and money was tight... Well. Nobody's perfect! (seduced rich women to steal from them)

I think he gave it up on his own free will, too. Like, became cynical and believed his dreams and this creative potential he had was silly and childish. Which makes AM *hate* him. Because that's what AM can't do; he can't *wonder*, or *wander*. He can't create anything original.

Ted can. And he's good at it. And he didn't even *do* anything worthwhile with that.

Sorry can you tell he's my favorite character-

Homie, you ain't gotta apologize for anything cause you're giving me what I'm asking for.

Ted is definitely an artsy sort of person. Definitely someone who has sketchbooks full of WIPs and completed pieces. Hell, he probably has tried to make little sculptures with AM's broken and discared pieces (a great way to make said computer mad).

And I can see him growing a slight disdain for the arts cause he was never able to go far with it. Never to make a name for himself and profit off his hard work. But I'm sure he was able to use his skills to keep himself distracted and to entertain the others.

Which leads me to my next question. What kind of hobbies do the others have? They all gotta have some side hobbies they partake in. Like, I could see Ellen as someone who can knit or crochet, doing it when she'd feel stressed or just to distract herself. I NEED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THEIR LIVES BEFORE AM RUINED THEM!

[eithneland]

A mad scientist meets an SCP after kidnapping them from The World Of The Living

important to read

THIS IS A CROSSOVER between the Scp Foundation world and "Bleach" the anime

this is part one to this scenario (part two is up)

Sarita is an original oc that I came up with also they go by they/them because, because :3

I am a fan of Mayuri Kurotsuchi but I'm not good at portraying his character as accurately as I would want to.

I might lose motivation or run out of ideas and the updates might slow down but I will try updating daily.

author's note in the end

It was a regular Thursday.... until it wasn't. It was like members from squad 12 said: everything was fine, until it wasn't. Their captain had done it again, went to The World of The Living for a mission and brought a rotting corpse back?

"Captai-" One squad member runs up to Mayuri who had the 'corpse'(?) over his shoulder, carrying it. Mayuri didn't wait for the poor squad member to finish before turning to them and with a grin and ordering "Go prepare the lab for a new.... specimen" his eyes turn to the limp 'corpse' he had over his shoulder. The squad member didn't hesitate, as asking questions could be the end of them and they ran off, going to prepare the lab for tests.

Mayuri walks over to the lab and then, to the horror of that person, Mayuri straight up hands them the corpse "Strap it to the surgical table and give it seductives" Mayuri says, walking to a computer and starting to make a file for that 'corpse'. The member of the squad tenses up and starts strapping the subject to the surgical table, struggling to do so, as their body may be thin and frail but it is completely limp, like the corpse they are. Then the member puts them under anastegia, not sure why, but not daring to question The Captain.

Then Mayuri lets one of his assistants to enter the corpse's physical description in the file and walks to the surgical table where it is laying, one squad member is looking at it in horror and then imidiatly starts pointing at the corpse, panic in their voice as they try explaining what happened to The Captain "Captaincaptaincaptain- iswearinmylifethatitmoved.the.corse.moved.it's.han-" the member gets cut off by Mayuri's mocking and amused voice "Of course it moved! I wouldn't bring a simple corpse here without reason! I already have problems with Yamato for the 'ethical' part of my experiments!" he says it as it is the most obvious thing in the world and like he hasn't brought back corpses before "for science".

The squad member shuts up, pressing their lips together. "Good, good. You shut up, now go." Mayuri calls out. The squad member doesn't wait for another word and imidiatly speed-walks out of the room, going to do what they were doing before.

Mayuri then takes slow steps towards the frail 'corpse' on the surgical table. "My, my... how interesting!" He looks the corse in the eyes but... the corpse is looking at him, their tired bloodshot eyes wide open in shock and a hint of fear in them.

"Aren't you an interesting thing?" Mayuri says in a mocking tone, looking down at the experiment, Nemu next to him ready for orders. "Tell me.... What is your name subject-01UZ?" Mayuri grins, his teeth showing.

"My name.... is Sarita..." The corse says, their voice trembling slightly as they look the unknown man in the eyes.

Author's note:

OH MY GOD I HOPE I HAVE MOTIVATION TO COUNTINUE THIS BECAUSE SJSJHSJSJSJDJD IT'S TURNING OUT SO GOOD BUT I'M ALREADY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS SHSHSHSBSBSBSHHSJAJANSNSNSJSJSJSHBSBDBDJSK

also sorry if i have any spelling mistakes or grammar errors English isn't my first language :3

btw this is an original idea<3

[rosietrace]

Hello Rosie [evil] we need to interact more so ∅ for Walton with Max and Sam or Victoria with Keres >:)

Hi Mercie! I'm gonna do a separate post for Vic and Keres, since this post is gonna be longer if I do both in one go HSJSHDJS

Edit: I'm so sorry this took so long to post 💀

Oc thoughts: Walton Morrigan on Maxwell Murray and Samuel

Character Featured: Walton Morrigan

Mentioned: Maxwell Murray, Samuel

Warning(s): Walton /j, Samuel being a little shit, Trinity™, implied murder(?), Walton's room, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Hmm….. My dorm leader intrigues me. I don't know much about Maxwell, but I wish to know more… It's funny, really. Uncharacteristically tall, with a unique magic that makes him almost invisible… He'd make a wonderful test subject.”

“Samuel. That troublesome little- Ugh…. They exasperate me, to no end. His childishness and annoying voice make my ears bleed, and sometimes, in the dead of night, I wonder what would happen if I…. Oh, hah. You didn't hear that.”

— Walton Morrigan

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ They don't talk to Walton. Or rather, Walton doesn't talk to them as much as he should.

➜ Walton's always busy with his machinery and computer work, and in general, pretty unapproachable. Not because no one wants to talk to him, but because Walton doesn't allow anyone closer to him. Simply put: He keeps everyone at arm's length.

➜ And Maxwell and Samuel aren't exceptions. Not in the slightest. Walton only goes to them when it concerns any conditions he needs to meet regarding his machinery, but that's about it.

➜ They've interacted with him, of course, but it's just unusually rare. Walton doesn't make it any better, his eerie — almost uncanny — sort of personality.

➜ Perhaps there's another reason Max doesn't approach Walton. The latter claims he works at a hospital on the side, after all…

➜ Walton's one of the few people who immediately notice Max is around. Quietness doesn't stop him from being as analytical as he is.

➜ Samuel's shenanigans frustrate him to no end. He has this almost murderous look in his eyes every time he talks to them. He gets progressively angrier when Samuel starts messing with him through his ‘childish’ pranks.

➜ Trinity seems to be the only one who can properly restrain Walton from throttling Samuel, then and there, at any given moment. Despite that, Walton's significantly taller than they were, and has gotten close to see the light leave Samuel's eyes…. Allegedly.

➜ When they do dorm room check-ins, Walton doesn't allow Max to check up on him in his room. And frankly, Max prefers it that way.

↳ There's just this…. Stench, to Walton's room. Max didn't wanna know what was the cause of it, and just left Walton's room be.

➜ Walton begrudgingly accepts the candy Samuel offers, even if — at times — there's probably some sort of concoction to them.

↳ If it can get Samuel away from him, then so be it.

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「 Interactions 」

❐ Well- Walton was in Terrovania since before Max became the dorm head. It was no surprise that he met Max, and later met Samuel.

➜ Walton wants to do experiments on Maxwell. Weird, I know, but he really isn't trying to beat the ‘mad scientist/potential serial killer’ allegations. (Maybe the latter, but not so much for the former.)

➜ He recommends movies to Max from time to time. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. Oddly enough, Walton would usually recommend children's movies.

➜ He legitimately believed Samuel was like…. 12, at most. Then again, he didn't care how old he was, Samuel was a continuous nuisance to him.

➜ Walton ‘Samuel-proofed’ the ceilings in Terrovania so he couldn't crawl on them anymore. But, alas, it was only a temporary little addition.

➜ They really can't point their finger at it, but…. There was just something off about Walton. He talks, acts, and thinks like a normal overly analytical genius would. But, something about him just… Doesn't feel right.

➜ Walton brings lollipops everywhere he goes, just to shove them in Samuel's mouth to get him to shut up.

➜ ‘Conversations’ between Max and Walton barely feel like conversations. Because of how quiet the two are, most would just assume they were having an unusually tense staring contest.

➜ Learning about Max's unnatural strength, only made Walton want to run experiments on him even more. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, he can't do that as long as Max is still Terrovania’s dorm head.

➜ Both Max and Samuel can agree that they don't want to go into Walton's room at all. The stench emitting from it was enough of a reason, but it seemed there were more reasons than they let on…

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