#srmthfg!

[battychaichilla]

Kudos for anyone who gets where the dialogue comes from! 🤗

I’m going to try to spend the week making stickers ❤️

[hydrasaura]

I'm sorry but this is the hardest image in srmthfg! and it wasn't easy to chose

[fallenumbra]

I never tried to redraw an old piece of mine so here you go. A digital redraw after my now 11 years old Chiro vs Jinmay trad drawing that's been one of my favorites at that time:

...although now while I was drawing this again I was thinking ''jeez i actually feel bad for making them fight 😭'' but the concept of ''a beast vs a machine'' has been one of my most liked themes in stories and art for a long time. Heck, dare I say that I think these 2 are the reason why I love ships where at least one of the characters is a monster or ''not what it seems to be''.

[grungekitty-77]

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos

Ok I know you didn't know what you were choosing and didn't do this on purpose, but KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES- I went off a little on some Sprx angst Also funny that both SRMTHFG! requests I've gotten so far were the same band. I don't have that much of them on this list I swear!

Tw: Disassociation (And Sprx can have a little disassociation, as a treat. For me.)

AND I FORGOT AGAIN! @dazzlingsunf1ower

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Sprx found himself staring at the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be doing something. He could probably read the screen and figure it out, but his eyes were just sliding across the words. All he could do was stare straight ahead.

It was weird. He didn't feel present. Like he was controlling his body remotely, making even the simplest command difficult. He couldn't get himself to move. It left him with nothing to do but think.

And remember.

He hated remembering.

The feeling of ripping Nova apart; each piece resisting his magnets with a satisfying pull.

The strange weight of the Soul of Evil; heavy like a neutron star, but floating like a feather.

The warmth and comfort of the Fire of Hate; flooding down his arms and pooling in his chest.

Why did it feel that way? It should've felt hot and sharp. That seemed more appropriate for a corrupting force of evil and hate. But it wasn't. Nothing overwhelmed him. It just gently washed over him. It happened quickly, but it was so tender that Sprx didn't notice the corruption. His thoughts just changed as they soaked in the poison he had touched. Before he realized what he was doing he had turned on his team and pledged himself to his enemy, betraying himself in every way.

He hated it.

And that was the problem. If he hadn't had so much hate in his heart for the Skeleton King, maybe the Fire wouldn't have spread so quickly.

The irony that his hate for the guy had made Sprx a servant to him. How messed up was that? It made Sprx hate himself.

He also hated how he couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing. How long had it been anyways?

It was difficult, but Sprx finally forced himself to look at the time on the screen in front of him. He had been sitting in his own thoughts for at least an hour. Not great.

"Sprx, have you finished reviewing those modifications?" Gibson asked, walking into the room with his own tablet.

Sprx tried to say something, but the signal got lost. All he could do was furrow his brows. At least Gibson told him what he was supposed to be doing, though the schematics in front of him still looked like static.

"Sprx?" Gibson asked with concern.

He set his own tablet down and crouched down to be eye level with Sprx. It was hard to meet Gibson's eyes, but Sprx managed that much.

Gibson was scanning Sprx all over for injuries or signs of sickness. Dr. Brainstrain at it again. But Sprx didn't blame him for the worry. He was acting strange even to himself.

"Can you hear me?" Gibson asked.

Sprx nodded.

"Can you speak?"

He shrugged. He honestly wasn't sure if he could or couldn't. Just that it wasn't happening.

"Are you alright?"

Another shrug. He also wasn't sure of that one either.

"Do you know what's happening?

Sprx shook his head. He knew that he didn’t know.

Gibson gently took the tablet off of Sprx's lap. Almost as gently as Sprx had been made into an enemy. Sprx's breath hitched at that thought and Gibson froze. It made Sprx feel worse.

After a moment of nothing, Gibson slowly began to move again

"I'd like to get some scans. Can you walk?" he asked as he finished taking the tablet away.

"I think?" Sprx said.

His voice sounded strange to him. Disconnected. Removed.

"So you can speak." Gibson noted.

"Sort of." Sprx shrugged.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

Gibson hummed. He stacked both tablets under one arm and offered his other hand to Sprx. Sprx took it and pulled himself off his pod chair.

"I'd like you to keep talking if you could." Gibson said sternly.

He was pulling Sprx by the hand down the hall towards Medbay.

"What about?" Sprx asked.

"Anything."

"uhhh...."

"Just the first thing that pops into your head, Sprx."

There was really only one thing in his head lately. Sprx tried, but no other thoughts came. All he could do was loop back to the one.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Gibson assured him.

"About resurrecting Skeleton King." Sprx corrected.

Gibson's steps stuttered. He managed not to trip over himself, but it was a close thing. Sprx wondered if he would’ve fallen down with him if he hadn’t caught himself.

"Oh." Gibson said quietly.

There was silence until they reached the doors to Medbay. Gibson open the door. They lingered in the hall for a moment before Gibson spoke again.

"Sprx. You know you don't have to be sorry for that either. You weren't yourself."

Sprx shrugged. He didn't have the energy to fight or lie. Gibson didn't look happy with that answer.

"Is that what's bothering you?" he asked.

Sprx decided he didn't want to continue the conversation. He walked into Medbay himself and forced Gibson to follow.

"I'll take that as a yes." Gibson said with a snide tone.

"Get your stupid scans." Sprx snapped back.

He sounded like he had when he...

"Sorry." Sprx said, turning his head away.

"It's quite alright." Gibson said.

He walked past Sprx towards a machine and grabbed a cord. Sprx couldn’t help but notice the suspicion and concern in Gibson’s eyes. He ignored it and quietly let Gibson access the port on the back of his head. It was quicker than taking all his vitals one by one.

The computer beeped once and Gibson read the results.

"There doesn't appear to be a physiological cause." he muttered.

Sprx might've been making it up, but Gibson sounded almost annoyed by it.

Gibson sighed and removed the plug.

"I suggest you speak with Antauri. This appears to be a psychological issue. Which is...regrettably, out of my depths.”

That was why he sounded annoyed. Gibson hated a problem he wasn’t capable of solving himself.

Sprx really didn’t feel like looking for the silver monkey, so he stood there and watched Gibson wind the cord back into place.

Gibson looked surprised to turn around and see Sprx still standing there. His face morphed into annoyance quickly though.

Sprx waited for Gibson to snap at him to get out. He wondered if they would bicker like they normally did or if he’d keep being weird.

“Sprx.” Gibson said, condensation already dripping from his voice “I understand that this is uncomfortable, but has it possibly occurred to you that perhaps you could be suffering from adverse effects due to the traumatic event you underwent?”

Sprx blinked several times before his brain accepted what he had just heard.

“But….I was the one who hurt you guys.” he said, confused.

Gibson sighed and pinched his nose.

“You were the one that was under the influence of a malevolent force. We, for all the physically injuries we may have suffered, were still in control of ourselves.”

Sprx said nothing. He had no idea how to even begin to respond. Nothing Gibson had just said made any sense to him.

Gibson glared at him.

“It really hasn’t occurred to you at all, has it?” Gibson asked with a hint of concern growing in his voice “Sprx! You cannot expect to be unaffected! Even I’m still-”

He cut himself off.

Sprx still said nothing, but Gibson struggled and stammered like he was being pressured to speak. He sighed in defeat.

“Very well.” he said “It wouldn’t do very well to be a hypocrite.”

Sprx still didn’t know what was happened.

“I still have nightmares about my encounter with the Ice Crystal of Vengeance.” Gibson admitted “It was so brief compared to your exposure. I can only imagine how you are suffering.”

Oh.

Sprx was so stuck on what had happened because of him that he hadn’t really considered that something had happened to him. Maybe he was allowed to be upset instead of hating himself.

“You went through something terrible, Sprx. You will need to recover.” Gibson explained.

He pulled Sprx into a hug.

“And that is allowed.”

Sprx stiffly hugged back. He liked the contact. It felt real. It wasn’t remote or removed or fuzzy. He could follow it back to his own body. He started to notice the floor beneath his feet and the details of the room.

Sprx relaxed and squeezed Gibson tighter as he felt himself return from wherever he had been.

“Thanks, Brainstrain.” he said, his voice sounded normal again. “I think I’m back now.”

Gibson released the hug, but didn’t fully let go.

“I’d like to keep you under observation for a while still.”

Sprx rolled his eyes.

“Sure. You can help me look over those modifications.”

Gibson smiled and squeezed Sprx’s arm on more time.

“That is acceptable.”

--

Not sure if I'm in love with the ending, but I was having trouble forcing the story to conclude. It wanted to abruptly stop.

Anyway, ANGST! ANSGT! ANSGT! ANGST! With a dash of comfort. Not too much though!

[anoyoshi5]

I bought @chanceofclouds keychain and pin.

amazing! Ther arrived with a surprise today!

SOOOOO COOL!! and, CUTE!!

not only that……She wrote "Thank you!" in Japanese and drew a little Antauri and Mandarin!! SO CUTE👏💖

OMG!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭✨

I can't take them out of the bag because I don't want to damage them ;)

beautiful……

ver. Japanese

私は @chanceofclouds さんのキーホルダーとピンを買いました！

なんとサプライズ付きで今日届きました！！

めっっっっちゃカッコイイ！！！可愛い！！

袋を開けたら…なんと、日本���で「ありがとうございます！」と書いてくれてたうえに、可愛い小さいアンタウリとマンダリンを描いてくれてました！！！

ありがとうございます…ありがとうございます……👏💖

グッズを傷つけたくなくてプラスチック袋からグッズを出せずにいる🫠

あまりにも…尊い…有難い……

[boredkitt545]

So, it's Superbowl Eve and I just have to ask; does anyone else remember Jetix's Monkey Bowl? Because that was my childhood! Our parents would be watching the sporting event in the front room, and my sibling and I would take over the spare tv and watch the munks all day.

[hydrasaura]

srmthfg jinmay. WHO MADE HER LIKE THAT IM SO MAD I'LL NEVER KNOW!!!

Remember: behind every robot that turns evil is an engineer who specifically installed red LEDs into the eyes just for this occasion

[battychaichilla]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Chiro (Super Robot Monkey Team), Gibson (Super Robot Monkey Team), Otto (Super Robot Monkey Team), SPRX-77 (Super Robot Monkey Team), Nova (Super Robot Monkey Team), Antauri (Super Robot Monkey Team) Additional Tags: Fairy Tale Elements, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Magic 

Bring to life forgotten dreams With courage and heart we’ll mend the seams  Complete the tales, fulfill the lore, To return at once to once before.

[hydrasaura]

Super robot monkey team hyperforce go! ~background/scenery appreciation post ~

[fallenumbra]

I promised that i will draw them again sometime so here are some fast sketches (that took me way more than i anticipated, but STILL!)

[boredkitt545]

I have collected so much information for each fandom I belong to. Whenever anyone so much as breathes the name of a favored property, I'm leaping into the fray with every scrap of weird knowledge possible; you want to know which cyborg monkey is smallest? Here is the currently accepted fan consensus. The difference between the Legends ISB and the Canon ISB in Star Wars and how it relates to a specific defector's mental state when commiting that war crime so many years ago? Time for a TED talk. How the gay alien couple from that random YA novel series written in the 90s is actually a mirror to the psychopathic serial killer they are chasing and his pseudo-boyfriend? I know the tea, sweetie. I know the tea.

the upside of ADHD is that it makes you a fucking genius

the downside is that you don't get to decide when and for how long you're a genius.

[grungekitty-77]

Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos

(No edits, we die like Antauri)

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Jinmay felt the wind up toy in her chest buzz. It was comforting as it was nervous. A reminder of the boy that loved her, and a reminder of how they met.

She hated to remember how she had been turned into a weapon. Skeleton King had removed everything that could've led her back to her home and lied to her until she was destroying Shuggazoom. For a brief moment, she had believed him enough to attack the monkey team.

In the end, Chiro wouldn't let her do anything she'd truly regret. He had known exactly what to say to her to get through. He was wonderful.

He also wasn't what she needed.

As soon as they had repaired what Skeleton King tried to break, Jinmay was leaving. She knew Chiro was sad about it, but she also knew staying wasn't good for her. Not when she had so many blanks to fill in. She could feel all her missing history pressing on the edges of her mind and it was driving her mad! She had to find something to sate it if she was ever going to move on.

So she left the only home she knew to look for the one she forgot, an act that would've broken her heart.

Which would be why she left her heart with the boy she loved and put a buzzing toy monkey in its place.

--

Took me hours to figure out what on earth I was going to do. Was very happy when Jinmay popped into my mind.

[doomface]

[hydrasaura]

Dude this was my favourite childhood show and obsession for 10 years. After 20 years I'm still crushed we never got a proper ending.

So I remember "super robot monkey team hyper force go" coming out in my teens and the internet widely hating on it as though it were a cheap and ugly "anime wannabe." None of the ads looked good and I just forgot all about it.

Why didnt anybody tell me it was freaking beautiful??? The art direction was completely under Lynne Naylor (...samurai jack, teenage robot, wander over yonder, the modifyers?!)