#tw reprograming

[pinkyhaert]

Wish I could say I was joking about this but this genuinely happened to me irl.

Getting hypnotized/reprogrammed irl is CRAZY and then realizing it is even crazier.

I gotta unlearn so much stuff and quit isolation because hoo boy that was SCARY

[concook20]

What if there was an au of JZ being captured and used to fight off the Kratt Crew in order for some evil scientist to come and hurt animals with some test

However, JZ will be tortured and such to be the strongest and fastest? I just want to see how everyone would react cause I might have an idea coming to my head.

[violetvirus]

How does the six ears macaque play apart in the journey to the west cyberpunk story

i don't have his reference ready yet but i couldn't help but jump at the chance to talk about him

stone monkey 2.0, or the six-eared macaque prototype, is by all means a better version of the first stone monkey prototype. his hearing especially was enhanced, which is why he was given the name six ears despite not having any. almost identical to the first, macaque is much more obedient and harder to rewire than wukong was. because unfortunately due to tripitaka's own tampering with wukong, it was discovered that robots with a set personality are much harder to rewire. so they implemented this same idea in macaque, alongside a circlet kill switch so he could be easily rid of if he goes off mission. because he and wukong look so similar, many people turned on wukong, assuming he had betrayed the slums and returned to the jade city government.

macaque is intensely jealous of wukong. when he first came online, wukong and tripitaka were separated due to wukong's continuous use of violence. tripitaka was firm that if that's the personality wukong chooses to develop, it's fine, but he was no longer allowed to live alongside tripitaka. macaque sees wukong as abandoning a great home, a great life. his hatred bleeds over onto tripitaka as well, partly due to his own programming to kill/arrest him. macaque somewhat knows that it is much less likely he would be given another chance at a new personality like wukong did, because tripitaka would struggle with wiping his old code and rewiring him properly, and it angers him.

macaque is a reminder to wukong of all the things he hates about himself. his original coding, his violence, his origins as a robot created for destruction. macaque is all of wukong's most negative traits amplified, which he despises. so the animosity goes both ways.

macaque has given up on the idea that he may live freely like wukong was able to. but maybe it's not quite as out of reach as he thinks. who knows...

[dwaterson21]

Here’s a question for ya: Why include Gourmand only to kill him?

[TW: Mass shootings and serial killers are discussed below. Be advised.]

I was inspired to create my version of Gourmand based on studies I had done on deviant behavior psychology, specifically on those of Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, and mass shootings such as Columbine, Texas, and especially Virginia Tech.

I had always harbored a deep hatred of Gourmand as a kid, and (since there was already going to be a main villain for the series,) I felt there would be good reason to use him to progress the story with his death. He's an utter pariah, a character who can ground everyone's opinions through hatred. See: King Joffrey from Game of Thrones and Commodus from Gladiator. Also, it allows the team (e.g. Connor) to grow through the granting of the power over life and death, two major themes throughout the entire series.

[equine-altar]

Finally adopting the logic that my IV biologic drug reprograms certain immune system cells in an androidkin affirming way

[sihbisu]

binge read reprogrammed n decoded by @littlecrittereli a few days ago :3

its very neat -u-

so made fanart :D

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 6 OF REPROGRAMMED

TW BLOOD, PANICKNG

(The blood part is brief with only a lil bit on the 1st page, there's nothing super graphic but just a lil heads up)

Please be safe <3

[nemesis-writer]

Five Minutes (Prologue)

[All it took] Masterlist TW- mental illness, neglect

Five minutes.

That was all it took to destroy you.

Five minutes to talk to you, five minutes to look at you, hell, even five minutes to think of you. They didn't even gave you one minute. You are the only one that fought and murder for the fun of it.

You were insane in the head, and you loved it.

You love the darkness, you loved the thrill of experiencing death nearby. Everything insane, that a logical person would fear, you would enjoy. It never occured to you, how abnormal it seems to other people.

You would be described as a neglected era-defining genius with the desire to kill. Yet you remained nothing to them. While Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and the girls' intelligence are designed to do abide by the law, yours were designed to reprogram a functional human being into doing inhuman things.

Your 'talents', were too notoriously significant, people were sort of compelled into doing all sorts of crimes such as robbery, corruption of the government facilities, and murder.

With their neglect for you proliferating, so did your talents and the crimes that are associated with them. You'd always get what you want but what you truly want or should I rephrase, 'wanted', was love and care.

You were too discreet to be thought of as a sociopath, but had a sliver of emotion from being a psychopath. You are and always will be years from now, clinically unique.

You tried to gain their attention, but only once. You were desperate but not naive and definitely not too naive to try and beg for attention. It was a gift on how you never cried over spilt milk, and just remained unflinching towards the neglect, jeers, and worse, beatings of your younger brother.

It was a distant dream for a happy and 'picture-perfect' family when you lay on the bed, asleep. Only to wake up in the same nightmare that has brought you to the darkness.

There's a reason why people say, "Once You're In Hell, Only The Devil Can Help You Out."

A/N: This is the second fic I'm starting <3! I'll also try to make a playlist 4 this

Taglist

@lunayaps, @not-aya, @iluvcatzz, @vanessa-boo, @ivyrose9194,@thesehandsarerated-e, @eyeless-kun, @errorunfound1, @gwyneveire

[honorhearted]

Charms?

Benjamin laughed at that, his eyes shining with a shy, boyish sort of pleasure. "If you're saying that is all I truly needed to prevail in battle, then I wish I'd learned that a bit sooner," he quipped.

Penelope's next observation froze all tides of thought, and mouth opening and closing, his cheeks burned a brilliant crimson until he felt a touch dizzy. "Oh, I...I didn't mean someone else would teach you, I only meant...I-I didn't think..." No, he bitterly thought, you certainly did not. "Er...I wouldn't be allowed to teach you beforehand. Your mother has already made it abundantly clear that I am to behave myself."

Penelope's eyes sparkled, and in a rare moment of boldness, she whispered to him about his preference for "hands-on techniques," and Benjamin nearly wobbled at such a declaration. His pulse jumped into his throat before pooling low within his stomach.

With a nervous laugh, he accused, "Pen, I'm starting to think you're trying to kill me... Your mother is right down the hall, and thus, I'm unable to do a blasted thing."

Chewing his cheek, Benjamin glanced over his shoulder again, ensuring for the umpteenth time that the door wasn't ajar, before he turned back to her and lowly agreed, "There isn't much to it -- nothing beyond an initial pain that you will only feel for your first time -- and then...well, the physical act itself is pleasurable. Otherwise, I don't imagine we would much care to make children." He laughed then, a soft, husky sound. "But yes, I can lend you the books... Perhaps you can even ask your sisters? They are married, so they might be able to shed some more light on...on what to expect. I'm afraid my perspective can only be helpful towards the male point of view."

Embarrassment still visibly nipped at his cheeks, and befuddled by Penelope's continuous barrage of boldness, Benjamin grinned and asked, "Has being around Brewster truly influenced you so much? I think if I were to follow you up to your room, even for a moment, I would either spontaneously combust, or your mother would have me executed on the spot -- I'm just unsure of which would happen first."

"I knew you could do it, I never doubted that. I just hadn't expected such a swift victory. You fought gallantly, as expected. A true hero. She stood no chance against your charms." She flushed beneath his touch, a foreign sense of fluttering rising in her chest.

"Ben, we are to be married. If I cannot expect my husband to teach me these sorts of things, how will I ever know?" She says with a nervous chuckle, brows furrowing as she watched him. Pen knew it was probably too early to discuss such a matter, but there were so many things cycling through her mind that it was hard to sort them out by priority. They would figure it out, eventually, but until then she'd try to stay afloat amidst the sloshing tides of emotions. Tilting her head to the side, Pen scrunches her nose and fires a quip at him, playful but uncharacteristically bold. "But, I suppose you do tend to prefer the hands on techniques, don't you?"

It was her turn to blush now, a ruddy shade blooming across her cheeks. It felt entirely childish to admit, but she truly didn't know any gist of what happened in the marriage bed. Or at least not enough for her to feel confident on the subject. How a woman came to be with child was never a topic of conversation, and was usually heavily avoided. She'd asked Marina once, but even her own cousin hadn't dared to explain the intricacies of it. Pen didn't know the little details, but she knew that it was a sacred act under the eyes of God. An act that, if a couple was lucky, would result in children. Other than that, she knew... nothing. And it was embarrassing to admit such a thing to the man she was to marry.

Penelope prided herself on her intellect and to confess ignorance to anything made her feel small. Even so, she knew that she wanted to experience with Ben. Ever since that night in the closet, her dreams had been plagued by thoughts of Ben' and his lip's lips on hers. She didn't know exactly where such feelings stemmed from, but she knew that she wanted to touch him. She knew that she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her and hold her close. But underneath that there was still a desperate itch to be closer, even if she didn't know what it meant.

"I confess, I don't know very much at all. I know t it requires a man and a woman, and sometimes marriage. Which seems pathetically elementary now that I speak it aloud." A nervous laugh slips past her lips and she averts her gaze, a wave of shame washing over her. How was she supposed to be a dutiful wife if she didn't even know the basics? "I assume no one ever spoke of it around me because they just figured I'd never marry. And, if the ladies of the ton speak of it, I've never heard it. I just want to make sure I'm doing everything right for you. You deserve a competent wife, at the very least. Perhaps I might borrow those books in the coming weeks?"

"I'm sure Mister Brewster won't be so eager to give us time alone again, huh?" Pen's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. She, too, would require a few thousand pinches to prove this wasn't a cruel dream sequence. It had all happened so fast that she'd barely had time to stop and smell the proverbial roses, but he was right. The weeks leading up to the wedding would most likely be filled with planning and a variety of nonsensical activities for Pen, whether she wanted to partake or not. The thought of spending hours planning which flowers to place at the end of the aisle was enough to drive her mad, but knowing that Ben would be at the end of the same aisle made it less daunting.

"We're alone now." She reminds him. Just to double check her statement, she glances towards the door, confirmed it remained closed. Even if she locked the rooms, there was no promise that their privacy wouldn't be interrupted at any moment. And Pen was eager to take advantage of every second they could have before they were torn apart again. "I would offer to sneak you into my room, but... I suppose that wouldn't be deemed very appropriate either, would it?"

[xaythefreak]

TW: pregnancy talk

"Imagine if Ratchet finds a way to you pregnant w/ him and Drifts sparkling,,,, oooohhh,, oughhhh,,,,"

Well, there's sari in tfa of what hybrid Cybertronian and humans look like. Soooo... Don't worry, Drift and Ratchet. Your dreams bout to be come true/j

But fr thought— even IF ratchet did or somehow cheated reader biology by reprogramming and changing their anatomical to carry Ratchet’s and Drift’s sparklings..... That sounds hot as hell, plus getting pampered by them two is a bonus. They're already down bad and yandere for them, sure why not? What's the worst possibly could've happened? (Drift believes primus is blessing them both and probably think as a thank you "gift" making reader pregnant, while reader think "FUCKING HOW??" And ratchet? Uhh, idk man- sci-fi scientist shit goin on, either a win-win for dratchet.)

(Drift is already delusional, but it gets WORSE and overprotective of reader because they're carrying!!! Ratchet, too, he'll sneer at anyone and will not hesitate throw a wench at any bots who close at reader.)

OKAY SO– congratulations for ratchet find a way making reader carried their sparklings, HOWEVER.. did he also think first about..... how it affects reader health....? Like, I'm sure the sparkling needs some nanites from transfluid, so it the protoform need heavy metals to properly develop?? Ig??

And maybe dangerous for reader too so idk

Anyway, when the sparkling gender reveal party/j

honestly most of the time I like mechpreg but I do appreciate a good pregnant reader from time to time <3

THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY JFNVHSDXBVDSXI-

"good news, you're pregnant!"

"IM FUCKING WHAT."

but consider,,, cybertronian parthenogenesis and YOU get THEM pregnant....

[littlecrittereli]

umm… take this i guess ?? some drawings i did based on chris (again) with an extra martin and diego :3 some based off some scenes from the fic !!

(tw: bruises/slight blood)

OH MY GOD THOUGH. CHAPTER 7?? AMAZING JOB ON THE WRITING N STUFF ?? !!

not kidding i’m physically shaking after reading chapter 7 at least two times over

excited to see what happens next ?? i highly doubt diego’s actually dead (yet) but- anyways-

expect more art from me soon, probably some based off scenes from chapter 7 and maybe some post-everything comfort ….

HAVE A GOOD TIMEZONE !! /gen

ME WH- M- ME ME WHEN ME... ME WHEN REPROGRAMMED FANART

THESE ARE SO GOOODDD HOLD THEM IN MY PALMS

THANK YOUUUU RAAAHHHHHHHH

[olivianyx]

LEMME GIVE Y'ALL SOME DOPAMINE STOKE

⚠️ TW: SWEARING

Hey you, yes you. Wtf are you doing on here? Looking at 'how I manifested xyz instantly', 'I manifested my dream life entering the void' posts?? For what? So you can ask that person to affirm for you to get into the void? Or affirm for you to manifest your dream life?? BITCH, YOU BETTER BE JOKING. You don't stay true to yourself, you waver and slack, you're so desperate about entering the void but you ain't doing nothing to reprogram your subconscious. NAHH I'M GONNA BE STRAIGHT FORWARD RN. You lil brat, that's your reality. Only you have the power and control over and nobody else, SO GET THAT SHIT INTO YOUR BONEHEAD! ONLY YOU HAVE CONTROL OVER YOUR REALITY AND NO ONE ELSE! STOP TELLING OTHERS TO AFFIRM OR MANIFEST FOR YOU. DON'T FUCKING GIVE OTHERS FREE WILL. Idk who are you, what you do, what state you're in rn, blah blah blah. Tonight go fucking tell yourself that you already have what you want, you're God, you're a master manifester, you're the only one who has control over your reality, you're pure consciousness. You gotta stop slacking off. YOU WAVER AND STILL COME COMPLAIN LIKE A PRO. YOU STUPID ASS, GET YOUR ASS INTO AFFIRMING FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS. I GUARANTEE YOU, YOU'LL SEE MOVEMENT. Get your ass into meditating so you'll have control over your thoughts. Stop thinking nonsense. STOP TELLING YOURSELF THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT. FROM THIS MINUTE, I WANT YOU MF TO AFFIRM THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. Thinking and affirming for 5 mins and then slacking off, and come complaining that you didn't get results. BRUHH JUST GIMME A BREAK. JUST FUCKING PICK 3 DAYS, KEEP AFFIRMING, DO WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL FULFILLED, REPROGRAM YOUR MIND, MEDITATE, COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS, EAT WHAT YOU LIKE, PLAN THINGS, ORGANISE, TAKE A SHOWER, LOOK AT MIRROR TELL YOURSELF YOU'RE PRETTY/HANDSOME. CUS YOU ARE. Well that's all for today, take care luvs 💋

[tunastime]

Slim and Easy Pickings

a little late, but here's a piece for bigb's birthday that kind of got away from me! watching all of wild life in his pov really made me obsessed with him, so now I've scruffed him and put him in sen <3 happy birthday to the guy ever!!

A cargo-runner with his own ship, "Captain" BigB spends his time hauling supplies from station to station. This particular trip, despite it's semblance of normalcy, isn't going quite to plan. Especially when his recipient, Ren, the CMO of Medical Station 4, asks him to make a wayward stop for extra cargo. And that that cargo happens to be a person. (1067 words)

BigB puts the ship's computer to rest. Here in the cockpit, the lights dim, he leans his head back against the padded upholstered headrest and shuts his eyes for the briefest of moments. Of course the computer is running in the background—the ship's reprogrammed, but complimentary AI, SmallB, was still running life support, navigational control, security protocol. But without BigB poking around in its brain, it could devote part of its processing power to doing something it actually enjoyed, like watching BigB's reactions to media, or music, or books. 

He'd reworked the framework of the central AI not too long after he made his last installment on the ship and actually powered the damn thing on. He'd kept it dormant while still hauling for the Deep Space Miner's Corp from the connector station between a moon and its planet (he'd long since forgotten the name, now. Lunara? Lumiara? Luminary? Something like that) but now that it had been his for almost six months, he'd gutted and rebuilt the whole thing. He can almost feel it poking around in his data feed, squirreled away while he tried to rest his eyes.

He was fourteen days out from the medical station, and already, after ten days, cabin fever had started to set in. He'd been really good about it before, six, eight, even nine months quietly roaming his ship in bouts of silence. Maybe he was just anxious to stop moving for a bit. 

The medical station was more than just a hospital. It was like it was its own planet, with shops, docks, and transient housing. He'd been to stations like that before, but nothing that nice. And, he'd been promised, at the behest of station management, that his week of leave time could be spent there. They'd already arranged him a room, assured him a currency card for meals, and left him an open docking spot. It was nice—and he was suspicious, or would be, if he hadn't talked to the station chief himself. He'd also talked to a man called Ren, and Ren was who this delivery was for to begin with, stacked four crates high and three crates deep with medication, liquid, solid, reusable and disposable medical utensils, all the equipment an orbit-locked transitional medical facility needs to function. Ren was pleasant, spoke conversational common with a voice that sounded like it smiled more than frowned, and an accent reminiscent of people BigB used to know during his dockings on the orbital of Luminary (Luminary, is what is was, that was the name. At least he'd known it as Luminary, which was what people from planetside and dockside had said. Might've been called anything). He was the chief medical officer and head surgeon of the reconstruction unit—BigB was not interested in knowing what the term reconstruction meant. 

He blinks his eyes open. Not a nap, but definitely a rest for his dry eyes.

"Captain—" says SmallB, even though BigB isn't a Captain, not in the slightest. "Looks like we have an incoming transmission from the Octagon. Interested?"

“Depends on who it’s from, SB,” BigB says, stretching his arms and rising to a stand.

“Looks like it’s from the CMO of Medical Station 4, if that’s anything to you?”

“Ren?”

“The same.”

“Sure,” BigB says, repositioning himself in his chair. He sits up straight, trying to will the knot in the top of his spine away. “Patch him through.”

There’s a small, affirmative chime from the ship’s computer as the two telecom links join together. Even at this distance, through an array of satellite and range extenders, planetside connectors, and ship-bound relays, com links could successfully patch through, even with a short delay. There would likely be about a thirty-second difference between the MS4 central hub and BigB’s own, smaller computer. Plus it would be audio only; there was no way for SB to support the strength of a holograph projector in any capacity, unless BigB did some serious rewiring and power allocation changes.

Ren’s voice jumps to life through the speaker.

“Captain B!” he says cheerily, still in that accented common tongue. “Nice to chat with you.”

“Likewise, Doctor,” BigB says. He takes the brief pauses as time to readjust the travel calculations and update his positional log. If Ren were collecting transmitter data real time, he wanted it to actually be there to collect.

“Please,” Ren says after the delay. “Just call me Ren. Listen—I wanted to ask you a favor. I know you’re still about two weeks out, and we’re expecting you on time, but I wanted to know if you would be willing to make a slight detour for me.”

BigB frowns. His concern must bleed slightly into the feed connection between himself and SB, because he feels an internal nudge, and sets his shoulders again.

“That depends on the favor, I guess. What sort of thing did you have in mind? And, maybe forgive the directness, but what kind of incentive?”

The pause is more significant this time, suggesting that Ren were taking time to consider the question, rather than just the connection relay delay. SB pokes him, quiet.

<You’re not a smuggler, remember?>

BigB wrinkles his nose.

I know that, he says, or really, subvocalizes, pushing his message into the feed connection between the two of them. I remember. But maybe it’s not what we think it is, yeah?

<Maybe so.>

Ren’s voice startles him, and SB, who’s jittering, electronic start shuffles through their feed connection enough to shock him. 

“I’ve got… a friend who needs transport. It’s a bit personal, but I’m willing to pay double for it. Plus what he’s willing to pitch in. He’s in a bit of a jam, but should just need a tow to MS4. If you’re willing?”

BigB pulls a face. It’s something SB sees, but doesn’t comment on. He drags his tongue between his teeth, frowning slightly.

“Double?”

“You’ve got my word, Captain,” Ren says, letting out a sigh that sounds more stressed than concerned. BigB feels a knot start to form at the notch of his sternum, right at his solar plexus. It feels… dangerous. But it can’t be the most dangerous thing he’s ever done. He sits back in his chair again, steepling his fingers, tapping them against his chin. 

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” BigB says, steeling his expression. “Send me the coordinates.”

[howlsofbloodhounds]

TW: medical/revenge whump. Abuse of authority/power. Torture. Reprogramming/reconditioning under the guise of “therapy” and “helping.” Abuse, gaslighting, manipulating, mentioned starvation and murder. Dehumanization, drugging, withholding medication.

Whumper(s) want revenge/justice, and at least one believes they’re “helping” and justified.

So I was thinking more about killer and revenge/medical whump. And a dark turn on how he asked Color to “teach him how to be a good person.”

And I was thinking about his Good Ending, and how staying in the Omega Timeline (with Color) requires him getting some actual therapeutic services and support.

Some medical intervention, possibly even needing to get his levels of DT checked or monitored.

Support for any blindness, chronic pain & fatigue, possibly even any dissociative/psychogenic nonepileptic seizures (PNES), he could struggle with. Deconditioning and deprogramming. CBT.

Medication. Any communication and food therapists.

And like this leaves him in a very vulnerable position, and puts strangers he doesn’t know or trust—who do know and have every reason to hate him—in a position of power over him.

So I’d imagine he’d be put in a highly guarded cell. They say it’s for his own protection but no one’s ever really protected him before. He thinks they’re trying to protect the staff and other patients from him.

A part of him is pleased to know that. Another is ashamed.

It changes with a certain member of the staff, however. They have a lot of power and authority in this facility, and they are someone Killer has hurt very, very badly before.

Yet he doesn’t recognize them, or if he does, it’s only as something vague like “an Undyne” or “a Toriel.” He doesn’t remember what exactly he did or said to them, how he wronged them—which only makes this person’s anger worse.

Maybe Killer doesn’t even notice anything up at first until he notices a change in his body’s reaction to medication, certain looks and comments they send his way.

But he doesn’t deny any of this person’s accusations—he fully heartedly believes he’s completely capable of whatever atrocities they said he did. He doesn’t trust himself that much. He doesn’t need much proof.

And I don’t know. Maybe this person was initially just planning to confront it, or kill it, or just torture it.

But maybe they see genuine remorse and guilt in Stage 1, and decide that they will help decondition it.

They see now that it was a tool, a machine, and machine’s can be fixed. Even one taught to do bad things can be good, they just need to show it how. And it wants to be good, it wants this. So they’ll be a better teacher than the one’s who had it before.

And like, maybe Killer’s Stage 1 self fully buys into it eventually. He doesn’t tell anyone what’s happening because he believes he deserves it, and it’s only fair. And that he’ll come away fixed and better again.

If he’s ever allowed into Stage 2 for very long to attempt to escape the pain—which is something the teacher discourages, because good things don’t run away from their crimes and selfishly numb out their guilt—he still doesn’t tell anyone anything. Believing it doesn’t matter.

He’s once again clinging to Color’s visits for any sense of hope, and doesn’t really believe it’s possible for him to live without pain or be free anymore.

So he just tries to enjoy what little he has left, even as They snap at him to stop pretending he is something that can care about anyone or anything. They say he is manipulating Color, trying to trick his “friend” into helping him escape and run back to Nightmare to be evil again. They say that good people are honest.

Eventually Killer just stops seeing Color or responding to any letters. He can’t be around him without wanting to hide in Stage 2, but he cannot do that anymore. It’s bad.

Anytime he acts on previous conditioned behaviors or beliefs, he’s punished for it—such as taking away basic necessities, solitary confinement, restraining him either with a straight jacket or with chains.

If the new teacher is an AU of a Chara, there’s a possibility Stage 4 would just be relieved that They haven’t left it and fall back on its old habits.

Only to get increasingly confused and hurt when They keep treating it harshly —no praise and pleasure when it shows its devotion and loyalty, no reward for fulfilling tasks.

Only pain and pain and pain. It can’t figure out why They aren’t happy with it and why everything it does seems to upset Them. Why They suddenly seem to not want it to exist anymore.

Rather than being convinced to be ‘good,’ Stage 4 will just become more and more convinced that its being bad and attempt to keep doing what always used to make Them happy when They were angry. Like offering dead animals it somehow found, kneeling, somehow handing Them a fork it wasn’t aware it wasn’t supposed to have so They could discipline it.

Offering Them its SOUL.

So between all the Stages; 1 would probably be crying and constantly begging for forgiveness, a lot of panic attacks and moments of falling mute due to overwhelming fear and stress and guilt (selective mutism.) He’ll be punished for for behaving childish and being disruptive.

Stage 3 is completely nonverbal, and likely always snapping and snarling and tugging against the chains or jacket. Trying to attack and run.

Like quietly curling up in a corner whenever finally left alone, uncontrollable twitching and harsh stimming behavior; such as smacking his skull against the wall repeatedly. Unlikely to whimper regardless of how much he wants to. Curl up in such a way to protect his stomach and SOUL, and unlikely to sleep.

He’s punished for not speaking, for behaving like an animal, punished if he doesn’t use his words. For hoarding food and eating with his hands too fast. For biting and scratching, and for twitching/hurting himself “for attention.” For being ungrateful and not sleeping.

The more Stage 4’s desperation for Their approval increases the more and more Killer becomes unstable. It’s punished for punishing itself after every failure, every expression of emotion.

It’s punished for becoming so desperate for things to make sense that it starts basically becoming even more Determined to prove its loyalty the only way it knows how—by trying to kill, kill, kill.

Stage 4’s entire world will be flipped on its head simply because it will not think to do the things that this Chara deems “good.” Because it was taught differently, that killing is good, that’s its purpose, it must. It does not know the concept of mercy or kindness and would never think to offer any to “lines of codes.”

It will try to adapt, because it wants to please Them, but They refer to it as if it is a person. They get mad at it when it does not react to death or pain. They call it words when it brings Them offerings.

If They constantly give it punishment after punishment it and it doesn’t understand why, and no rewards or being rewarded for doing the ‘bad’ things it’ll only feel like a test.

It won’t understand why not killing is being rewarded—it should not be, it has been bad. It has been ungrateful and disobedient.

It won’t accept food as rewards because that is not what it’s supposed to do. It accepts food only at certain times every week.

It won’t make choices, express autonomy, or display any moral judgment—it will not accept positive reinforcement for disobedient behavior such as trying to be led to believe it is a person or capable of making any choice. It will resist any attempts to be humanized.

If the new teacher is an AU of Chara, it will rapidly oscillate between instinctive, reverent obedience and resistance—falling more and more into confusion and cognitive dissonance. A rising sense of betrayal because They never did this before and Where is the real Them? and have They abandoned it?

Stage 4 will likely suffer a lot of breakdowns and shutdowns trying to be taught how to be a “good person,” because it fundamentally does not view itself as a person.

But if the new teacher is not an AU of a Chara or doesn’t have “Their heart,” (the locket), Stage 4 is likely to be extremely dismissive of them. “This one is not a person. Do not pretend as if it is.” or “They have no use for your kind of goodness.”

Likely to either straight up ignore or dismiss any attempts to change it, dismissing the words as a part of this particular code’s script. Mock any attempts to convince it to participate.

Will likely not accept any form of punishment from anyone who isn’t Them or allowed by Them, fighting back against punishment and not accepting reward. More likely to plan a way to kill this particular code to reaffirm its devotion to Them.

Meanwhile Stage 2 would be apathetic, playing along when it benefits him; pretending he’s “learning.”

He’d passively take any punishment or reward without any genuine care, regardless of how he pretends or any sarcastic comments. This is very likely the Stage planning the escape/revenge, if he cares at all.

(The way to get him to comply is likely to get him to doubt his memory and experiences.

Convince him that everything that happened with Nightmare and after Nightmare never really happened, was all just a dream or—if the new teacher is an AU of Chara—that there’s been another Reset.

And instead he’s still in his timeline, and either Chara is teaching him something new or he got help from the rest of the Underground after killing them. Reinforces the message that he “wants this.”)

If the new teacher is an au of Chara, Stage 4 would be too far caught up in Their presence and just wouldn’t want to leave—would never think of it. If the teacher isn’t an AU of Chara, it’d just be thinking of ways to slaughter them and escape to return to Them.

Stage 1 would believe he deserves it, and the teacher is only teaching him how to be better. Whereas Stage 3 lives in the moment, resisting any attempts to be changed for any reason whatsoever and fighting back with every punishment.

Killer will likely have to be heavily sedated just to be able to properly “work with” him without hurting himself or anyone else—likely often either dehumanized or infantilized heavily. He will attempt to regain some margin of control, even if it’s as simple as biting the hands that literally feed him or spitting in their faces.

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TW mentions of eating habits

Hi this is kinda a head cannon / idea drop for things to include in the background of stories. Van would definitely by a heavy snacker, big fan of chips and hot Cheetos and gummy bears. She’d get picky around vegetables since it’s not really what she grew up with. They taste bad and make her stomach feel weird. She likes the comfort of frozen and processed food since mom couldn’t really afford the healthy stuff. Tai is slowly getting her to eat more vegetables and take her multivitamins, but it’s hard. She’d also chomp super loud and forget to close her mouth. It would drive Tai crazy.

Mel would definitely eat anything. And she loves cheesesteaks and burgers. Very “boy” foods. She’d love Mari’s Latina recipes and ask for them whenever Mari’s feeling older.

Jackie—very very picky and particular. Shauna gets her plates that have separate little compartments that separate the plate. Everyone fights over these because they want them too.

Love. 🐨

These are so interesting!

I can see a lot of that being true plus Van liking pre-packaged things because if she gets distracted while eating and has to come back to it later, it won't go bad like leaving out a piece of fruit or something might. I think it takes a bit of a reprogramming in her brain to understand that the responsibility of acquiring food and feeding herself doesn't fall solely to her like it tended to when she was living with her mother. If she's hungry in the late afternoon, she doesn't have to scrounge up something from the pantry that could pass for dinner, she can just let someone know and they'll start cooking a little earlier. The multivitamins thing is a bit of a task because she just can't get the routine of taking them to stick in her brain.

Mel being an adventureous eater makes a lot of sense too. And I love the bit about her liking Mari's food! I'm sure that makes Mari feel so appreciated to know. She also strikes me as the type to get really into playing around with her food if it's in fun shapes or has an interesting texture, so it takes her ages to eat sometimes. A package of fish crackers usually ends up only half-eaten and with crumbs everywhere because she started playing fish racing and used her string cheese to make the racetrack.

Everyone grabbing one of Jackie's plates before she can and she's left without one, which ticks Shauna off because she bought them for Jackie and they start setting everyone's places for them so it doesn't happen again. It can be a little confusing for some of the other littles why Jackie gets a snack whenever she asks for it, but it's because if she's actively seeking out food, no one's going to deny it and they'll just be grateful she's eating.

[nixynebula]

Some Vindicated AU // Tazzy Martin concepts from last December :D

(Oneshot of this scene^ below if you want to read)

TW: Knife/blood

After containment

A big inspiration for these was @yes-asil's Tazzy Martin comics! [And Reprogrammed AU ofc ;)]

I notice after drawing all the time for 1-2 months, I've gotten way more refined, since before I got into WIld Kratts I only did art sparingly since... maybe 2019? Dang Well, depends if I'm currently hyperfixated on something like I am now XD I love bringing my ideas to life and onto paper! (So if there's nothing that greatly interests me at the time, I'll only sketch stuff here and there, with the occasional finished illustration)

Tazzy Martin Oneshot/Idea (also from December):

Inspired by that one scene from The Long Dark story mode lol

(He’s fully aware but has zero control.)

At some point late into the captivity, Martin is in the Canadian wilderness finishing off a corpse, and there’s another victim who survived, who is trying to sneak away. Martin smells him and spots him, and the man panics and runs towards an abandoned dam.

The front area is barricaded off with eight foot tall wire fencing, and the man quickly ducks into the enclosure, turns around and hastily fiddles with the gate lock as Martin dashes straight towards him, aiming for the kill.

The man finishes locking the gate right before the furry devil pounces onto the wires with his long claws, making the structure shake. The man stumbles onto his back from the startle, and he rapidly pushes himself away with his feet, still on the ground, and cries, “M-monster!”

Martin can’t respond, but he understood it crystal clear. This is what he’s become. A vicious beast. A monster.

The man hurriedly gets up and trips towards the direction of the dam, correcting his footing and making a b-line to the front doors, which were constructed from thick concrete.

He looks over his shoulder only briefly before making a full sprint, not wanting to risk the snarls and claws ripping at the fence made from the beast to get anywhere near him again.

This scenario may or may not happen in the final fic, which is why I'm posting it here now 'cause why not 😚

©•NixyNebula • Do not trace, modify or steal my art.

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Chapter 13: Awakening

Third POV

"What's your name?" Ford asked Dipper for what seemed like the one hundred times.

"M.....ma...Mason pines."

Ford eyes widen in shock while Mable looks hopeful. Maybe, just maybe this method he's using is working. After weeks and weeks of endless torment, Dipper can finally be back to their normal.

Dipper, however, looks lifeless. His eyes hold an emptiness that one wishes to dive into. He feels his true self slipping and can't do anything to stop. While the other two are hopeful, he feels hopeless, helpless.

The moment Ford began his mental treatment on Dipper, his mind began falling apart. All his ideas, all his plans, his future is disappearing. You could say he's a mindless puppet. To be more specific, he's their puppet.

"How old are you, Mason?" Ford asked.

"Tw -....Twenty five years....o-old..." Dipper stutters.

Ford looks pleased. He decides to ask one more question. "Who are your family?"

"...mom...d-dad....St-Stanley pines...Standf-ford pines...a-and Mable Pines. " He said blankly, staring straight ahead with widen eyes that holds no emotion.

"Grunkle Ford, I think it worked!" Mable cheers with a bright smile on her face.

"Not quite yet. I'm going to have to reprogram his brain to our liking, which will take some time. I'm going to perform electric shock therapy. Dipper is still able to think on his own. In order for the reprogramming to work, his ability to think needs to be non-existent." Ford explains, removing the skinny metal sticks from Dipper's head.

Mable tilts her head, not understanding anything Ford said. ".....huh?"

Ford sighs heavily, placing the sticks onto the table while grabbing the machine used for shock therapy. "For old Dipper to come back, this new Dipper needs to go bye-bye." He said with the roll of his eyes.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Mable giggles. "I get it now!.......huh? Well, it's not my fault I don't understand all that science stuff Pacifica....well, at least my parents don't mind that I'm slow! And calling someone slow is very mean." Mable pouts, pushing the air as if someone is next to her.

Ford looks at his great niece with pity. Ford and Stan caught Mable talking to herself one day. She explained how she's able to see her dead loved ones thanks to the deal she made with Bill. Ford concluded that Mable is a lost cause. He wants to help her, but his form of 'help' would only cause more damage. So, Stan and Ford decided to no longer question it and play along for Mable's happiness.

Ford walks over to Dipper, placing the two metal ends on each side of Dipper's temples. "Mable plug up the machine and turn it to high. We have no time to waste, but get that belt off the table and place it into his mouth in between his teeth."

"Why do I have to put a belt into his mouth?" Mable questions, getting the belt and placing it in between his teeth.

"Once the machine in turns on, his body will react by twitching and cleching his teeth so hard that they'll break." He explains.

Mable cringes. "Groooooooss." She whines while turning on the machine to its highest level.

Ford and Mable watch Dipper, waiting for his reaction. Dipper's body tenses, his teeth cleching as his body twitches uncontrollably. His muffled screams are be heard through the belt.

"When....will this all end?" ,are his last thought that quickly vanishes.

Meanwhile, with Bill in his castle, he's currently crying out in excruciating pain. Bill is sitting in his human-made throne, blood flowing out of his ears and eyes mixing with his tears. He can't understand how he's able to feel the pain his pinetree is in, but he doesn't care. All Bill cares about is finding his pinetree, but he's too weak. He's been sitting at his throne for weeks, either crying out in pain or ordering his 'friends' to find his pinetree. So far, they came up with nothing. It's as if Dipper vamished into thin air.

"Bill, we found him!" Teeth shouts, running over to him.

"THEN. WHY. ISN'T. HE. HERE?!" Bill shouts through his teeth.

"Uh, b-boss, he was taken by the Pines family." Eight ball stutters, nervously.

Bill's eye turns completely red, his form grows, towering over them. "HOW THE HELL ARE THEY EVEN ALIVE?! I KILLED THEM ALL!" Bill shouts in rage.

"Th-they were clones b-boss....we tried g-getting inside, but they h-have that shield protecting that sh-shack." Teeth answers with fear lacing his tone.

Bill eye widens. His body turns red as his form grows even more. Bill finally understands why he's able to feel his little pinetree's pain, and that enrages him even more. "THEN FIND A WAY TO BREAK IT DOWN OR SO HELP ME I'LL-" his threat is cut short by his own screams. His body turns back to normal, his hands over his head.

"Boss!" Teeth and eight ball shout in unison.

The two rush to Bill's aid, but he push them back with the little energy he has left. "J-Just go get Dipper....a-and send Pyronica to me...now." Bill orders.

Bill's tone sent chills through them. "Y-yes boss!" They shout, running out of the castle.

Pyronica then appears, helping Bill back onto his throne. "Bill, you can't keep going on like this."

"Don't you think I know that wise guy?" He groans, thankful the pain subsided.

"Have you figured out why you're able to feel his pain?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to piss Bill off even more.

Bill glares at her, making Pyronica flitch. "No, I haven't. Now get away from me and go help get my pinetree back..." He demands, trying to ingore the upcoming pain.

She quickly nods her head, rushing out the castle and leaving Bill to scream, alone in pain. A certain emotion crawls into Bill. A emotion he wishes to never feel again. Helplessness. He feels so weak to the point that he can't rescue his poor pinetree. He can only hope that his useless minions bring back his little pinetree in one piece.

"Oi Poindexter! We have a problem outside!" Stan shouts down to Ford.

Ford sighs in frustration. He removes the metal from Dipper's head, laying them on the ground. He goes to turn off the machine and stands in front of Dipper. "I think he's had enough." He hums, walking over to the table and grabbing what looks to be a helmet with two long metal hooks in the front. "Mable, go up and get that roll in television, then help Stanley with whatever he needs."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Mable said, doing an army salute before running out and returning with the roll in TV. She glances at Dipper with a bright smile before running back out to help Stan.

Ford places the helmet on top of Dipper's head, putting the hooks underneath Dipper's eyelids. He tightens them, causing Dipper's eyes to stay forcefully open. Ford stands back and takes a look at him.

Dipper pines looks horrendous. Blood still trickling out of his ears and eyes. Drool dripping out from the corner of his mouth. Dried up bloody wounds covering eighty percent of his body. The two demon tattoos that covered his back and bicep completely gone and replaced with an somewhat infection that will be tended to....eventually.

Ford places a VHS tape into the VHS player. He turns on the TV and turns off the light within the room. "This is for your own good, Dipper. You'll be as good as new..." He said before walking out.

The tape plays memories of Dipper's childhood and civil human like activities and qualities. Dipper watches with a meaningless stare, his brain slowly taking in the information. The old Dipper is now being reformed into a clone of his former self. This is until someone....or something decides to awaken Dipper's lifeless subconscious.

"Aye...aye kid!" The voice shouts within Dipper's mind.

Dipper said nothing, still staring blankly at the tv screen. His eyes start to burn from lack of moisture, but Dipper still says nothing.

The voice sighs, "I guess I'll have to shock his subconscious back to life." The voice hums, sending blue colored electric current through his brain.

Dipper suddenly jumps, some form of life returning to his eyes. "Hu...huh?"

"Good. Finally I have your attention."

"I.....wh-who's there?" Dipper asked in confusing.

"I'm simply a voice inside your head.....ooooooooo." the voice mocks jokingly.

Dipper frowns but says nothing. Instead, he waits for the voice to speak again.

".....not a jokester, I see. How disappoinenting."

"Just tell me who you are." Dipper demands impatiently, still taking in the information from the tv unwillingly.

"Well, I'm alcor! A fellow demon. You could say I'm similar to Bill, but without the death death! Destruction! Meaningless killings! And destroying everything."

Dipper is shock. How can he be in contact with another demon? How and why is this demon speaking from within him. "How are you different from Bill and...how.... are you even -"

"Talking within you? Well, that's easy, you're possessed! Aha, just kidding. I'm actually a part of you, but that question is too broad to answer right now, and I'm nothing like that psychotic idiotic dream beast. He just takes and takes and takes whatever he wants by force. I, however, give creatures options. For example: they either give me what I want and die a painless death or I take what I want and kill them in...well whatever mood I feel for that day depends on how brutal of a death they receive."

Dipper groans. "......sounds pretty similar to Bill..."

"Aye! At least I take value in certain things!" The voice shouts defensively.

"Oh really.....like what?"

"Uh.........what do humans like again?...flowers?"

".....you're stupid." Was all Dipper said.

"Keep talking to me like that, and I won't help you out of here." The alcor ponders.

"Fine, fine. Sorry." He said too weak to argue back.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, what year is it? I've been trapped for millenia."

"It's 2019." Dipper said flatly.

"Ah, 2019......carry the two... minus the one.... divided by five....right, so I forgot how old I am."

"How can you....just get me out of here if you can..." Dipper said, slowly losing consciousness.

"Oh no, no! No more of this pity torment. Child's play if you ask me. You rest for now, kid, I'll take care of everything." Alcor said his ton, giddy.

Alcor quickly begins to fully awaken within Dipper. The male's birthmark of the big dipper begins glowing a bright yellow shade. His ears morphes into elf like ears, his Iris changing to yellow while his eyes become completely black. Yellow flames coats his eyes and body, his flames now changing into a suit. His hair becomes longer while his bangs shorter, reveling the glowing birthmark. The tie is similar to Gideon's amulet, but the Jewel is colored yellow and holds no special meaning nor magic. Yellow flames begin to randomly appear in the room, the tv engulfed in flames. Alcor burns the rope from Dipper's wrist and ankles, not damaging the suit. The tattoos return onto dippers' skin, his wounds healing completely but leaves visible scaring.

Alcor now stands, the demonization finally complete. He fixes his tie and adjustments on the sleeves of the suit. With a sly smirk, yellow flames cover his hands as he slowly walks towards the door. "Now, for some real excitement to begin."