#we can say this is an older prototype arm

[scatterbrainedbot]

the trouble with being the one who survives is you must keep on doing it

inspired directly by @onionninjasstuff 's heart wrenching comic of Future Donnie's death (read it!!)

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From @sofasurf

From @sofasurf to @janetm74

My prompts were:

1. Steam.

2. Stripes/striped.

3. ‘Did you have to?'

I think I've managed it!!

DINER 

"Yellow car no hit backs!" 

The sounds of a scuffle and indignant squawks. John's tone held a warning, "So help me Gordon, if you lay a  hand on me!" 

"Na ah! No hit backs allowed!" 

"Oh I won't hit you." 

There was silence in the car as the other four contemplated John's words. 

"Man, you have zero chill," Gordon huffed turning to look out the window while Alan sniggered. In the front seat  Virgil and Scott exchanged amused grins. 

"Remind me again why this was a good idea?" 

"Because, Johnno, we have a few days off for Christmas and Alan has never been on a proper road trip." Scott  accelerated round a corner causing Virgil to grab at the handles. 

"Car not One, Scott! Car not One!" 

Scott ignored him catching Alan's eye in the mirror and winking. Of his brothers, Alan was the one who shared  his appreciation for speed. The mountain side whipped past on either side of them. "The point of a road trip is  to enjoy the scenery not travel back in time." Virgil complained while Scott pretended he hadn't heard him 

It wasn't often they indulged in frivolous perks of wealth. When Scott had mentioned their road trip plans to a  friend, who happened to also be the CEO of Ferrari, the offer to test drive the new SUV prototype had been  more than the speed freak Scott could resist. It was big enough for all five of the brothers to travel in comfort,  though Scott had yet to relinquish the front seat to test that theory. 

"Right well, remind me again why I agreed to come!" John was prepared to be pedantic. Close proximity to  Gordon occasionally had the effect. 

"Ah, Johnny, Johnny," Gordon draped his arm over his brother's shoulder. 

"Don't call me that, Fishface!" 

"Jonathan, Jonathan," Gordon ignored the daggers shot his way, "It''s because you love us and because we  promised we'd stop off at that new lab so you can talk all geeky about geeky stuff while the rest of us normal  humans go Christmas shopping." 

There were sounds of a scuffle from the backseat. It was all in jest however, everyone was in good form and  beginning to unwind though, perhaps they were due a break from the confines of the car. Scott caught John's  eye this time waggling his eyebrows. 

"Now kids, don't make me stop this car." 

He then performed another stunning manoeuvre that Virgil felt was more fitting for the air than the asphalt.  However, his older brother was, it appeared, genuinely enjoying himself and Virgil would put up with breaking  the land speed record for that reason alone. 

"I'm hungry." Alan peered longingly into his long finished bag of Doritos.

"Eos recommended a dinner just through the next town. It's about 30 minutes from tonight's stop. She says  their page is down, weird, but that she thinks it seems our kinda spot." John peered at his tablet. 

"She was right about the motel last night so that works." Scott agreed and the state of the art central console  pinged as John sent the location through. Scott glanced at the display, "Just an hour further on. Can you wait  that long, Allie?" He caught his baby brother's eye again, meaning clear. 

Alan put on his best whining voice, "I don't think I can Scotty. I'm starving. I feel faint." 

"Did you have to? Brat!" Virgil chocked out as Scott pulled even more power from the engine. His whoop of  delight brought a smile to the faces of the others in the car. 

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A much shorter time than it should have been; the five brothers had selected a quiet corner booth of the small  diner. It wasn't busy which suited them well. It had some twinkly lights, a small tree and upbeat Christmas tunes  playing softly in the background.  

John and Gordon made for the restrooms while Scott slipped into the corner and flopped opposite Virgil, all  long relaxed limbs. He spread his arms along the back of the seat and let his head fall back against the  surprisingly comfortable cushioning on the booth; just the right height for him.  

Alan, as always drawn to Scott like a moth to flame slid into the space below his eldest brother's outstretched  arm. He said something that made Scott laugh, and Virgil's heart warmed at both Alan's obvious delight in his  hero's response and how chilled Scott appeared. Should nothing else happen on this trip, Virgil would consider  it a hit for that reason alone.  

"Right, I'm starving!" Scott reached for the menus left for them by the waitress. Virgil and Alan followed suit.  Each took one and read in silence a moment. 

"Um, guys?" Alan had turned to the middle page and was staring at the menu. 

"Hmmm?" Virgil was still reading through the appetizers. 

"Scott, look!" Alan dug his eldest brother in the ribs. Scott followed the teen's outstretched finger and his eyes  widened and he immediately flicked his menu to the centre. Virgil did the same.  

‘Thunderbird Specials’ the centre section of the menu had hand drawn pictures of the Thunderbirds One  through Four and a slightly inaccurate representation of Five. Each had corresponding dishes.  

In a rush? Thunderbird One steak burger with fries and our unique hot sauce. 

More time to chew? Thunderbird two- tomahawk steak – great for sharing 

Thunderbird Four our famous surf and turf. Fillet mignon and our locally sourced fresh organic prawns. All day breakfast with our mouthwatering Thunderbird Five pancake stack and creamy asteroid milkshake Thunderbird Three our unique coffee triple expresso. They don’t call it rocket fuel for nothing! “Eos set us up!” Alan exclaimed. 

Scott and Virgil exchanged looks, “It would appear so!” Virgil said while Scott flipped further through the menu  looking for an explanation. 

John and Gordon returned at that moment- Gordon bouncing excitedly on his heels. “Guys, you are never  gonna believe this.” 

“Eos set us up,” Alan repeated lifting the menu to show them. Scott batted it down, checking over his shoulder.  “Don't draw attention!” Virgil whispered as the teen giggled a little.  

John rolled his eyes at them, “Yes. It would appear this is Eos’ idea of a little joke. I thought it was strange I  couldn't see the online menu.” John slid into the booth beside Virgil while Gordon dropped on Alan's other side  swiping the menu despite his protests.  

“There's a picture of dad and some dude on the wall over there!” Gordon pointed the direction he and John had  come.  

John met Scott’s gaze and held it a moment, “It’s a picture of Dad and the owner’s son. He was in that refinery  fire, remember right back near the start of IR?” 

“The big one in Texas Dad fought with top brass about for weeks after?” 

John nodded, “Seems Dad pulled the son out just in time with Thunderbird One. There is a little bit about it  under the picture.” John’s face was hard to read, memories of Jeff were always bittersweet.  

“Really?” 

John smiled, “Yep. And it appears the owner hasn't forgotten. Proceeds from the Thunderbird menu,” he  gestured the pages open in front of them, “Go to a charity that supports rebuilding in disaster areas.” 

“That's pretty cool, right?” Gordon was grinning.  

“Yea,” Virgil agreed.  

“Way to go, Dad!” Alan said his tone impressed and Scott dropped his arm to pull the teen in for a quick side  hug.  

“Way to go Dad,” Gordon repeated back his own tone softer with a little something unreadable in it.  

Scott simply nodded a soft smile on his lips. He seemed to lose himself in memories a moment and Virgil  tapped his ankle gently with his foot under the table causing his older brother to meet his eye. He nodded in  reassurance. All good.  

They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.  

“It’s pretty cool, right?” Gordon broke the spell. “but if you want the absolute coolest, check this out!” and he  produced a bundle of papers from behind his back. “Thunderbird colouring sheets!”  

And just like that the spell was broken and chaos descended in the table. 

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The food was exceptionally good. Obviously they had to sample all the Thunderbird menu and the argument  over whose dish was the best looked set to continue until next Christmas. They had pulled the crackers orbited  with their meal and squabbled good naturedly over the tacky prizes and each now sported a jaunty paper  crown.  

Gordon and Alan had listened engrossed as John and Virgil had regaled them with the tale of the Texas fire  with Scott chipping in little details. Dad in action had truly been impressive and John, although he would deny  it, was a gifted story teller when he chose to be. 

Now a quiet contentment had descended in the group. Virgil sat back, stomach full and observed his brothers. He clutched his Thunderbird Three coffee and allowed the steam to curl up lazily in front of him. It had a  pleasing kick though Three’s pilot was still complaining that three older brothers had stated “No” in unison when 

he'd tried to order one for himself. He and Gordon, also banned from that much caffeine before being trapped  in a car with the others, were appeased with hot chocolate. Apple pie and chocolate cake had also been  consumed. Road trips were hungry work.  

John was quietly messaging Eos who was delighted her subterfuge had worked while the three opposite him,  yes the Commander of International Rescue included, were finishing off their colouring pages. Scott's tongue  was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration, a small tuft of hair sticking up from where he’d run his  hand through it, as he finished colouring Thunderbird Two blue. The argument had been brief and Virgil had  

decided not to sink any further to his level. His own completed green version of One had a festive santa hat in  lieu of her traditional nose cone. John meanwhile had been mildly offended by the inaccurate Thunderbird Five  option and so was egging the others on in their colour wars.  

“I mean we should be pleased they don't have an accurate image of our top secret satellite, Johnny!” “Don't call me that. And that's not the point, Scooter. Here, you haven't used this shade of blue yet.” 

The battle between Alan and Gordon had almost come to blows when Alan had finished a red version of Four  only to see the blue and yellow stripes the aquanaut had given Three. 

John and Scott had added fuel to the fire by appearing to seriously consider the benefits of a respray for each  accordingly and much brotherly silliness had ensued. Virgil did however make a note to keep a track of blue  paint supplies as John was sneaky when he wanted to be and was watching Scott's drawing with barely  concealed mirth.  

There had been a hairy moment when the waitress had appeared to recognise them, or at least Scott. He had  placed a finger to his lips and his teeth had practically sparkled as he smiled at her silently requesting she not  give them away, sealing the deal with a little wink. She hadn’t divulged their identities, serving then with wide  

eyes attentiveness; though a napkin with her number on it had been dropped on Scott’s knee as she refilled his  coffee much to his surprise, Gordon and Alan's glee, and a murmur of, “unbelievable,” from Virgil.  

Pucture complete, Scott looked up and met Virgil's eye. Virgil motioned to the other three and raised his  eyebrows, Scott’s indulgent smile matched Virgil's own. Moments like this were all too rare. Scott sat back  stretching his long arms along the back of the seat again, content like Virgil just to enjoy their company.  

Virgil was called in to referee/ judge the which Thunderbird looked best in the new colour competition that still  raged. When he looked back at Scott a few minutes later the eldest’s wasn't looking at them but at something  behind Virgil's head, his expression a strange one Virgil couldn't quite read; thoughtful, wistful even? Virgil  turned in his seat to see what had grabbed Scott's attention. He immediately recognised what Scott saw.  

A woman who couldn't be much older than Scott himself was wrangling a small team of children into the booth  by the door. Four boys aged roughly between twelve and four by Virgil's guess, she had another baby, a little  girl who couldn't have been older than one in her arms. The baby had blonde hair and was waving a stuffed toy  excitedly. He watched as the woman handed her to the oldest looking boy who immediately started to make faces and bounce her up and down, occupying her while the mother helped the other boys out of their coats.  

Their excited chatter and the baby's infectious laughter drifted across the diner all clamouring for their mother’s  attention as she attempted to answer several questions at once. It was chaos and to the two brothers watching,  achingly familiar.  

One of the younger boys needed the restroom and he and what looked to be his next older brother passed their  booth, heads bent in discussion their conversation just audible, “I already explained, we can't ask for ice cream  cos it makes mom worry.”  

Virgil looked back at Scott who caught his eye and looked away. Seeming to shake himself a little as if to clear something from his head, Scott used his long reach across the back of the seat to tap Gordon on the shoulder,  stealing his second last bite of cake as Gordon moved too slowly to stop him.  

“Ugh! You are the worst, Scooter! Remind me again why I let you hang out with me?”

“Because you need his signature to access your trust fund,” John helpfully supplied spearing Gordon’s last  piece. 

He and Scott high fived while Scott slipped out of the booth to settle the bill.  

“Actually ‘bout that...” Gordon turned puppy dog eyes towards his oldest brother.  

“Told you, Squid, I am not signing off on you buying a Christmas tree farm in Vermont.” He ruffled the  aquanaut’s hair as he passed. 

“You have no vision, Scooter!”  

Scott’s laugh floated back to them as he made his way to the counter.  

The other four brothers watched enthralled as their waitress and another server both jockeyed to serve him. 

Scott’s dimples were on full display as he leant in the counter bending his head towards the girls  conversationally. Virgil could swear he could see their eyes changing shape to little hearts, “Does he even  know he's doing it?” His tone was reverential.  

“I really don't know. Sometimes?” John replied folding his arms as the waitress reached across to bat Scott's  arm conspiratorially.  

“His powers must only be used for good,” Gordon covered Alan's eyes, “You are too young to see this Allie.”  Alan batted his hands away, ducking to continue watching the display at the counter.  

Judging from the way the waitress was listening intently and kept glancing at the family in the booth Virgil was  sure Scott's not inconsiderable powers were indeed being used for good. He didn't doubt for a second the  family that reminded them so much of past times would find their bill paid with a healthy ice cream allowance  added. People often thought that Virgil was the soft hearted Tracy brother; he just didn't have to hide it so  carefully from corporate sharks. 

Judging from the way the waitress’ eyes widened slightly as she retrieved the handset from his brother, there  had been a healthy tip added to their own bill as well.  

As they passed the family, now tucking into burgers and fries with gusto, the tiny girl tossed her toy into the  ground. Scott bent to pick it up, smiling at the mother who smiled back in tired gratitude. He flung his arm  around Virgil's shoulders as they walked towards the car.  

A yellow Mustang pulled into the parking space in front of them and Gordon and Alan looked at each other, frozen like gunslingers at high noon.  

“Yellow car no hit backs.” 

John beat them to it, walking between the two giving them each a solid cuff to their heads. Their outraged cries  floated on the crisp air drawing the attraction of the older two. It was the little things at Christmas really John  thought. He hung back slightly watching as his four brothers crossed the parking lot, the sky was trying to snow,  a few flurries escaping the black clouds.  

“Thanks, Eos,” He whispered into his open Comm before hurrying to catch up with a shout of, ”Shotgun!” that  sent the others scrambling to reach the car first.  

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[monty-glasses-roxy]

We lowkey talked about this before but I feel this deserves its own moment. So, Prototype Freddy, the headless guy, right?

What if Cassie and the others get him all fixed into a whole Freddy again (I like the idea that his repaired self mirrors Glamrock Freddy's like earring on the other ear and chest bolt facing the other way,) so he becomes their friends too.

And most of them at least, especially Roxy I think, not only welcome him with open arms but straight up treat him as 'their' Freddy AKA totally replacing Glamrock Freddy-- which only further isolates and excludes him when "choosing Gregory over them" already did that too.

I feel like that'd sting for Glamrock Freddy especially with Chica if they being longtime friends or family for being older mascots is a thing.

Also sting in a different way if Roxy and Prototype Freddy actually end up with a far better affinity than she and Glamrock Freddy ever did.

And to rub more salt, eventually Cassie finds Bonnie as well and they try to fix him as much as possible until it's st least enough for him to come online. Then when it's time to catch up with old friends or meet new ones, they have Prototype Freddy there instead of Glamrock Freddy.

I don't think Cassie would do any of this to purposely target Glamrock Freddy but I kinda feel like Roxy would be bitter enough to. After all he "chose that brat he calls a son Gregory and CONTINUES choosing him over them all despite everything he's done to them, so if that's the bed he chose to make then he's going to have to lie in it."

Oooooo this is fun

Imma start by thinking that if Roxy never liked Freddy before, then she probably wouldn't welcome a repaired Freddy into the group very quickly. That whole dynamic would be pretty interesting though, like Roxy could be getting between him and the others every chance she gets to try and make sure he doesn't hurt them again... It might be appreciated at first, I mean this guy looks almost exactly like him and talks with the same mannerisms as him, it's gotta be a bit difficult seeing him around again. Presuming everyone's fixed up, then yeah I can see Roxy going the over protective route until she's outright told to stop. Roxy's a security node/guard dog with nothing to guard anymore, and several very hurt friends to watch out for, she just fell naturally into this without even noticing :(

But that just makes the turnaround more fun, right? Despite everything, Prototype Freddy is a good guy! He could listen to her, try helping her out with whatever it is she's up to, find it funny when she starts a golf club sword fight with Monty, be nothing but protective of all of them, be so damn respectful of her boundaries she starts to feel bad for yelling at him about it... and gradually, she stops watching him like a hawk, waiting for an excuse to kick his shit in. At some point, these two are hanging out and getting along perfectly well it's crazy to her how similar he is to the old Freddy but so different in every way that matters. They're friends now! She wishes this Freddy was the Freddy they'd had from the very beginning! Things would have been so different with this guy and it pisses her off sometimes!

And oh god yeah it'd sting so fucking bad for the others, especially Chica and Monty that the old Freddy chose Gregory over them. He basically sacrificed them and for what? It's such a betrayal, and since they and Sunny and Moon were all friends with him, I can see at least a few of them forgetting this isn't the same Freddy every now and then. He says something they don't expect and they flinch as the truth hits them all over again... that's gotta hurt. Were they not worth anything to him? How could they do this to them?

That's fun...

But yeeessss bringing Bonnie back in a situation like this (though without the prototype Freddy) is something that I have happen in my Meteors AU and it's gold. How do you handle waking up after maybe a year has passed to discover your almost boyfriend set a rabid child on all your friends and family, then ditched them when they needed him the most? How is he supposed to take that? Denial? A desperate spiral into camera footage and questioning, searching for answers? For any kind of evidence that they all might be mistaken? That this was all just one big misunderstanding? His Freddy wouldn't do that... He wouldn't! He's sure of it!

And this Prototype isn't Freddy! Why is he here?! Did everyone just replace him?! This is some Fazbear Entertainment levels of bullshit!! His Freddy was worth more than that!! How could they do exactly what Fazbear would have done and just swap him out for a new one?! What's wrong with them?!

The pain is so good for this oh my god I love it

I like to think that once the reality of what Freddy did sinks in, Bonnie grows to hate him. It hurts to hate him, but he's so fucking betrayed by what he's done, how can he not hate him? He can't still love him! He can't! (He does) It's not fair!

And Freddy would be devastated by all of this holy shit. Seeing everyone with the Prototype, happier with the Prototype, and feeling like everyone moved on and replaced him. Even Bonnie. Heartbreaking.

And yeah you're so right. Cassie wouldn't have done any of this to target Freddy, but Roxy would have for sure. Maybe the idea that this would upset Freddy if he ever sees it is what convinces her to give Prototype Freddy a chance? A kind of "I'm going to pretend to be your friend on the off chance Freddy sees and feels like shit for it" turning into her genuinely valuing his company kind of thing. Maybe he kinda figured that's what her plan was originally and decided to just go along with it and let her do her thing, being genuinely surprised himself to end up friends with her? Lotta ways you can play that!

I love this Prototype Freddy is neat!!

[someone1348]

hi, if the requests are still open it would be really cool if we could have a Lee! mikey probably with Leer! donnie, the situation could be that Mikey wants his brother's attention and starts bothering him while donnie works on some invention, it wouldn't be very nice

😀

I can absolutely do this! Thank you for the request and I apologize for the lateness of it!

The people in this: Ler!Donnie, Lee!Mikey

Tw: none! This is so cute!

I can't wait! I love smarts and crafts so much!

With all of that being said! Enjoyyy! :]

-K ____________~☆°♡°☆°♡°☆~_____________

Fami-Lee! (Family hehe get it!)

Now! Mikey would never ever want to bother his big brother, especially not while he was working! He had so much respect for the guy that taking his attention away from his work is just something he couldn't do,,,,on a normal day, today was NOT a normal day!

Mikey craved attention and he needed it NOW! He was understimulated and needed someone's eyes on him to jog his systems up again. The problem was EVERYONE was busy. Leo was in the middle of an intense, solo, skateboarding session, Raph was out on patrol and Donnie was working. He thought about his options before his legs walked themselves on autopilot to his older brothers lab.

'Here we go' he thought to himself before gently knocking on the door "D? Can I come in please?" He politely waited for an answer before going in.

"What is it, Michael?" His voice was flat but not rude, just focused as he kept his eyes on the new prototype he was working on. Mikey took that as the go-ahead to come in, so he stepped inside the purple lit lab, shutting the door gently behind him,

"Heyyyy broo! you've been in there quite a lot, would you maybe want to take a break and go hang out with your familyy?" He asked in his normal expressive attitude as he inched closer and closer to the purple clad turtle.

Donnie lightly chuckled at that "Ahand I thought I was the funny one!" When he got no response Donnie continued his speech. "Oh you were being serious? Yeah sorry Mikey but I would much rather be here and,, by myself, sooo is this important? I'm dealing with dangerous cemecials here and I don't want you to get hurt" He was being genuine as Mikey sighed,

"Yes, D! I am serious! I haven't seen you once this whole day! Your family loves you, and breaks are so important!" He smiled as he wrapped an arm around his big brother, which caused an annoyed look from the said turtle.

"You're seeing me right now Mikey"

"Uh- th-that doesn't cohohount! I mean outside your lab all day!" Mikey giggled which caused Donnie to quickly smile before he sighed again

"Listen I love you too and I love this family too but I do not want to see them, I just want to work alone in my comfort space, so if you would please let me do that I would greatly appreciate it"

Mikey was about to cave right then and there and go back to his room, but his body refused to let that happen. 'I'm sorry in advance D!' He thought to himself before he poked his cheek

"Michael." He gave him a warning before Mikey did it again poking his cheek, his arm, anywhere his fingers could reach before he grabbed Mikeys hand gently "Poke me again, go on, see what happens." Donnie looked at him dead in the eyes as he spoke through his teeth, a wobbly smile graced Mikeys features before he smirked and booped his nose.

"I warned you" the tech wizz smirked as he grabbed his little brother, crashing him down into his lap as he scribbled all over his stomach.

"DOhOhOhonnIEhHE!" Mikey giggled like a little kid and curled up on his lap

"What's the matter Mikey? I don't understand what's so funny?~" His smirk grew as he blew a raspberry to his stomach and nuzzled into it to make it tickle more. Making Mikeys sweet giggles go up an octave in pitch with a small snort

"DEHEhhehe!" He smiled lightly pushing at his head trying to "fight him off" but making no real efforts too.

"Ohhh I see now, you're just incredibly ticklish, now that makes more scientific sense, I was gonna say I know I'm hilarious but I'm not THAT funny" he giggled before his eyes caught attention to his knee pads.

"Now, what are THESE doing on still? Trying to hide your worst spot from the tickle monster, are you? No no no that's a no-no, Angelo~" he tapped his knee pads before un-hooking the velcro straps that hold them together.

Mikey squeaked in giggly panic as he tried to get away "NOhoho nonono! Dohohonnie DOHon't-"

"Don't what Angelo?"

"TIhihickle mEhe!"

"Tickle you!" He smiled before un-hooking the final strap "Well if you insist giggles~ Tickletickletickletickletickle~" he scribbled quickly underneath his knees as Mikey chirped loudly and threw his head back laughing

"DEHEHHEHEHE!"

Donnie melted at his youngest brother's antics blowing a raspberry into to back of his knees "You're too adorable for your own good little brother, I mean what if a villain found out about this little tickle spot here! You'd be doomed!" He smirked at him as he continued "Oh wait! One already did! Me! Coochie Coochie Coo little MikeLee~"

The older smiled as he watched foundly as the younger flapped his hands, happily stimming at Donnies actions

"THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES MOHOHORE!"

"More tickles? Someone reallly wanted my attention today huh?" He smiled lightly scribbling against his sides

"WAhahait! Ihihi- hehe!"

"Okahay okay, you're free to go now giggles~" he rubbed away the ghost tickles as Mikey caught his breath

"Thahanks D!"

"Anytime Angelo Anytime, I'll be out soon okay? We'll have a movie night, just us"

Mikey smiled brightly at him "Sounds good! I'll see you soon big bro!"

Maybe trying to drag the scientist out of his chair every once and a while wasn't such a bad thing! After all at the end of the day they were his family and D loved all of them just as much as Mikey does!

He did a happy dance before running out of the lab, causing Donnie to crack another smile

"This can wait" He gently patted the prototype he was working on and got up to join his family well fami-lee that is!

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I loved writing this! I hope you all enjoyed! I am so incredibly proud of each and every one of you for getting up today and for existing! You are loved, you are valid, you are valued and you deserve the universe no matter what! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

leave me or watch me die in your arms

This is the prototype of Good People, I'm quite proud of it so I will post it here.

//nsfw, pseudo incest (bc they 're not rly father/son)

Luciano drinks alone tonight. A regular thing since Martin had kicked him out, threw his clothes at his feet and slammed the door in his face. The blond had gotten tired of trying to save anything between them when Luciano wasn’t putting any work on it. It had been a month already and just yesterday he saw that he posted a photo of him with Manuel. The blond still ignores him. Oh well, at least he’s happy. It was his fourth glass and he was already tipsy. While not human, it didn’t mean the alcohol had no effect on beings like them. He wanted to get his mind empty for a moment and not struggle with all the confused feelings he had been dealing with.

“Easy there, you’re gonna drink the whole bar at this rate” Luciano is startled by a sudden hand gripping his shoulder, and goes wide-eyed when the culprit of his mental turmoil smiles at him. Afonso sits at his side and orders a drink, plus a glass of water that he slides at him “here, we don’t want you puking all over the place do we?” 

“I’m not gonna-” he slurs but the hiccup in his throat says otherwise. He’s embarrassed that he’s getting babied by his father in the worst moment ever. What the hell was he doing in Rio de Janeiro anyway?

“We have a meeting this week you airhead” Afonso's answer makes him realize he had said that out loud.

“Oh” He knew there was something to do with sugar exportation! 

“What happened? You don’t look like yourself”

“I’m fine…” now get out

“Okay…” Afonso doesn't push for an answer and takes a swing of his drink. Luciano knew this was another one of his tricks, pretending to be uninterested until he felt comfortable enough to start spilling the beans. He did that since Luciano was a kid and it was working again, damn it.

“Martin kicked me out…”

“Oh? When?” Afonso questions.

"Last month, I think."

“You guys looked fine! What happened?”

“I..don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

Afonso nods and doesn’t push. Luciano catches him pursing his lips.

C’mon, ask. I know you wanna ask if he knows.

But he doesn’t. Instead he changes the subject. Luciano sighs and just goes with it. The real subject they should be discussing is getting ignored. But after a few more shots he can let loose. They laugh together about some dumb thing that happened when Afonso went grocery shopping. And about Francis' new lover.

“Looks like he won’t stop until he has dicked down the whole Europe!” Luciano’s comment makes Afonso burst into laughter. After recovered Afonso curses

“Foda-se. Guess not everyone is lucky with love huh?”

Luciano agrees with half of a smile. Afonso realizes his mistake “Oh shoot! I’m sorry I didn't mean to…”

“It’s fine, it's fine.” Luciano snorts, with his elbow over the counter, his cheek rested on his hand,“Things were not working out anyway. It wasn’t…fun anymore.”

“Relationships aren’t always fiery and passionate, you kids gotta remember that. Hope you two can still make amends.”

“Maybe I want someone else” Luciano let it escape. Once again Afonso presses his lips together. All of Luciano’s mental brakes were gone thanks to the alcohol, He slid his hand closer to him, nudging his’.

“Luciano..”

“I guess… it would be easier if we were strangers to each other” Their eyes meet, and he wants to drown in the dark green of those eyes. "Don't you agree?"

Afonso’s fidgets with his glass. “You’re…” the older man begins “a good son for me Luciano. I wouldn’t want to forget about that”

Luciano 's expression turns sour. 

I’ve never agreed to that 

Luciano bumps into the counter when he gets up, wanting to get out of there as fast as he could. He places money for the barman, not caring for the change. Afonso, startled, doesn’t try to call for him. 

It’s your fault. Afonso 's brain accuses. It always was. His ugly heart caused him pain again. Stop moping, get up and go help him like a decent father would do! His mind ordered. It should have surprised him to find Luciano still outside struggling to open the car’s door, but it didn’t. Just like it didn’t surprise him to see the young man turn around and stare at him, his cheeks flushed by the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Luciano asked in the same panic as someone that was found embarrassing himself.

Afonso walked up to him, they were so close their chests were touching, he could feel Luciano’s breath on his neck. Damn kid was taller than him now. Afonso grabbed the keys pendant between his fingers and unlocked the car’s door. Luciano stayed behind him, immovable, his eyes scanning him. He goes and opens the back door for him.

“Give me your address-” Afonso was going to say he would drive him home. But is cut by Luciano, who pushes him into the back seat.

“Wha–!?”

“Not now. Not tonight. Let me…” the young man clumsily manages to sit on his lap, his legs spread and his hands resting on the older man’s chest. “You owe me this…”

Luciano pins him, burying a hand under his shirt and lifting it, exposing the man’s stomach. Like a hungry man he leans and tastes the skin. Afonso had all the strength necessary to push him away. But his own body betrays him, he doesn’t move. Why can’t he move?

You know why

“Mine” Luciano groans as he nips the flesh. Causing Afonso to shiver. His breath hitches when the younger man applies more pressure into the bite. Luciano pushes up his shirt and Afonso catches himself helping him by lifting his body just enough so he could take it off. Luciano leans closer, he can see the drunk desire in his eyes. A reflection of his own. Luciano's kiss is messy, one he was holding up for a long time. Afonso can taste the alcohol in his breath but he couldn’t care less. He also doesn’t care for the weak voice of his conscience telling him to stop and how he was once again taking advantage of Luciano’s moment of weakness. The dragon inside his heart once again desired to take, the beast claws his son’s back, bringing him closer.  

In his desperation Luciano moves his hips against him. His guts burning in need. Afonso groans into his mouth when he feels the younger man’s erection against him. There was a sick pleasure watching the younger nation so desperate, enough to rut him like an animal. His hands travel downwards and he grabs his ass, pressing him closer.

“Ah fuck” Luciano gasps and speeds his thrusts. A wet spot already forming in the fabric of his shorts. He would love to fuck Afonso properly but in his state he would rather die than stop right now. The image of it fueling his fire. He imagines him pinning the older nation and fucking him while he sobbed his name. Luciano lifts him by his waist and positions him so both cocks are rubbing together. Afonso moans, his hands now are over his torso. He grabs his shirt and pulls.

“Faster…” He demands. And Luciano obeys. And when his thrusts lose rhythm he assumes he's already close. And without a warning Luciano abruptly stops. He moans while cumming under his shorts. Wanting his turn, Afonso keeps him in place while grinding against him, chasing his own release. But when Luciano leans abruptly he freezes. He can’t see what he’s looking at with the man towering over him, but Luciano bites his lips, shutting himself up and hiding after spotting a couple standing a few meters from the car they're in.

Damnit, he forgot they’re in public. 

By the shadows moving inside the car, the couple had left, with a good story to tell their friends, that was sure. Under him, Afonso groans annoyed. Already guessing what had happened. 

“Are they gone?” he asks.

“Yeah..”

Afonso tries to push him and Luciano promptly moves out of the way. He moves to the front seat, the other man stays on the back. Right, he was going to drive his drunk ass back home. When he stops at a red light the light of a pole illuminates inside. Afonso grimaces at his own pants, a wet spot painted his left side. From the rearview mirror he notices Luciano staring outside. Probably the high of his orgasm had runned out and now embarrassment was hitting. Afonso decides to keep quiet during the ride. Luciano only breaks the silence occasionally to give him directions to his house, one of the many the nation had, little particular museums some of their kind kept along their respectives territories. Afonso had a faint memory of this one, but it seems it was reformed recently. He opens the door for Luciano but it ends up not being necessary, he could walk just fine.

Luciano crashes on the couch. Afonso needs water so he makes himself at home and goes to his kitchen. He had forgotten to do the dishes, denounced by the pile of dirty plates and cups in the sink. Also forgot to buy groceries based on what he saw in his fridge. God, how did he survived during all these centuries? Afonso drinks his water in one go from a tea cup. He then splashes water in his face to calm down his own nerves. He hoped Luciano had already fallen asleep to avoid the awkwardness. When he goes to check he’s satisfied he was conceived at least one blessing today. Luciano had only time to take off his shoes before snoozing. Afonso smiles, his son looks so calm and serene. 

You ruined him. 

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Luciano wakes up next morning with a faint memory of last night, a headache and a clean sink.

[famiglia-lealta]

𝐹𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶. 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹.

𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔.

𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.

"Can you believe the results on these self-wrapping bandages?" Alexander Salvai gushed to his daughter, showing her the design papers that he'd been looking over. "Already 20% less accidents this week! If this continues on an upward incline, we can start looking at putting them in our routine packages!"

"Call me old-fashioned, but I still prefer wrapping them myself." Neri commented from her own workstation, smiling over her shoulder in loving exasperation. "At least I can be sure that they'll be applied properly."

"I'll admit, there are still a few kinks to be ironed out! But of course, you know - this is all about reducing the time of applying, not taking out the middle-man entirely. Or middle-woman, as it were." He chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her hair. "After all, if you're spending less time on the wrapping, that's more time spent assisting others, right?"

"Less time doesn't always equate to more efficency and the best quality care though, Papa." She rolled her eyes skyward, knowing full well that nothing she ever really said ever diminished his excitement over these things anyway. "Didn't the initial prototypes end up tying one of your patients to a tree?"

"We've come a long way since then!" He protested defensively, moving over close enough to press a finger to her nose. "Besides, il mio raggio di sole, you would spend all your time tending to everyone if you could. One of us has to think about the cost and productivity side of things. At the end of the day, for all the good that we try to do - we're still a business of supply, demand and results."

On that note, Alexander's face grew more solemn with laugh lines being replaced with furrows of concern. "Speaking of business, I noticed you still have a hold on any assignments that require extended travel. Are you still stationed at the Varia?"

Neri shrugged her shoulders non-committedly, looking up at him with what she'd hoped was a reassuring smile. "They still need me for a little longer. It's not so bad, really."

"It's been months now, Nerinda. Surely, you've given all the supplies and advice you can about reducing the expenditure of their members lives, as much as they're ever going to listen." The older man crossed his arms, giving an uncharacteristic sigh of frustration. Puzzled by this, Neri turned around to give him her full attention. "Papa, you're always saying to give people the benefit of the doubt, no matter what they may have done, or what they seem to be like. I only ever considered this assignment because of your encouragement!"

"I know, sweetheart. I know. It's just.." Alexander trailed off, lifting a hand to brush his fingers through his daughter's coppery hair, so reminiscent of his own. Beautiful, prideful, stubborn little flame. So much like her mother at times, it made his heart ache.

She didn't understand the positions she put herself in. He'd seen the way that they looked at her. How the Varia's leader had looked at her. Most lesser animal showed caution and fear enough to stay away from a burning fire. But for the stronger predators - she was but a flickering candle, the barest spark of a challenge ready to be extinguished.

As much as he know how clever and strong his little flower was - still, his old heart feared for those who would wish her harm merely because they could.

"No matter." Patting her cheek, Alexander strolled back over to his desk as if the moment was over. "How have you been finding the flame medical packs? The ones designed to activate with your Sun flame energies? You've been using them for awhile now, have their been any long-lasting durability issues--?"

~*~

𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉.. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒..

𝒯𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂, 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉. 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶, 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒.

"Ah.. Ah--ck..." Hissing through clenched teeth, panting at the burning hand squeezing in her chest, Neri's vision swam as she stared at what she figured must have been the hallway she'd come down.

But it wasn't.. right. Too blurry. Dark shapes moving, too quick to follow. Shouting.. so much shouting.. why were they shouting?

Her fingers curled at her hip. Something was wrong. Sharp, jagged pain.. pulsing and searing.. something inside of her..? Shooting, yes.. there had been shooting.. an ally? No-- no, that wasn't right-- "Mossa! Togliti di mezzo! Fammi vedere!"

More shouting, but this time.. more familiar. A new fuzzy shape.. someone kneeling over her? Hands, touching her.. couldn't quite..

"Girasole, mia dolce bambina..! Nerinda, honey, stay with me-- don't close your eyes-- look at me--!!"

Rapidly blinking back the stinging sensations, wobbly features came into focus, but it was.. hard to concentrate.. "Papa--? Nngh..! It hurts..!"

"I know, sweetheart-- don't move, just don't move-- Dove sono gli altri fottuti supporti?! Why was she the only one here?!"

"W-We don't know, sir-- but the only other medics are over in the west wing, there's not going to be enough time--"

"No, you don't-- don't you dare tell that to me-- this isn't just another strike off the list, this is my daughter! Get that bag, bring it over here! Do it now!"

"Papa?" Neri whispered. Talking hurt. Desperately, she tried to lift her hand, to touch her Papa's face, but it wouldn't move. In fact, limbs that were once searing in heat were growing strangely cold. "Why.. are you shouting..? You never..shout, I-- I can't.. I can't see you.."

She felt hands cupping her face, shaking her head. Was it raining? Something was dripping on her cheeks, but she couldn't see. She could only feel, for a few moments more. Someone's warmth was cradling her head. Sounds.. words..? Couldn't piece them together any more, but they sounded.. loving.

Lips moved, but whether or not she spoke - she did not know.

Papa..

I love you, Papa..

Ti amo, papà mio. Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace.

Non voglio lasciarti tutto solo.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Pretty good answers thank you! :D got some more

1: what’s the best Christmas gift they ever gotten?

2: for this year, what gifts do they really want?

3: when they are with their families, who puts the Star on top?

4: what’s their favorite & least favorite Christmas song?

5: what’s the greatest revenge they gotten on a bully?

6: what’s their opinions on guns? Also I can see them wielding special non-lethal guns similar to red hoods that they can charge their darkness & starbolt energies into. Chris has a blue gun with either the Nightwing symbol on the rear grip or maybe a charm kinda like in call of duty & Jake has a yellow or maybe blue too with his symbol on the gun or charm.

1. Chris: His own custom made blue and orange cape with the House of El symbol on the back stitched up by Martha, Clark and Jon when he was 10. He cried tears of joy as it was further proof that they’re his real family

Jake: The Skybird suit, made by both Alfred and his Father when he was 9. At first he wonder why the boots seemingly lacked the steel toes like in his older prototype suits, only to discover they were inside the boot safely so that he had that enhanced kicking power yet they look even more stylish.

2. I would like to think of the two being humble enough so that they aren’t too demanding for their gifts….that being said, if the Duo receive the entirely of Dragon Ball, from the original to Super, as DVDs/Blu, Ray, they very much would appreciate it

3. Chris: Jon and him playfully do an arm wrestling contest, 2 out of 3, in deciding which one has the chance to put up the tree Star. By the time Chris edges out a second win though, Krypto already beat the two to it

Jake: Both Mar’i and him put up the Star together, floating up to the top with each of them carefully holding a side of the Star as it’s made of precious Tamaranean jewels on its eight points and a sturdy yet easily to dirty metal. It’s a traditional they’ve been doing since Jake was around six when he began to float in the air successfully, always capped off with Dick taking a photo of the two just as the star is put into place.

4. Chris - Favorite: ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ by Paul McCartney; as per usual given it’s written by a Beatle and the fact it’s just a catchy joyful melody bell never get tired of

Least Favorite: ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ by Mariah Carey; frankly, not much to say here other than it’s over played to Chris’ liking everywhere he goes

Jake - Favorite: ‘You’re a Mean One, Mr Grinch’ by Thuri Ravenscoft and Dr Seuss; true Jake can never in his entire lifetime ever reach that legendary Deep Sound in singing it but the poetry, the instruments and just the gleeful tone of the whole thing gets him so excited whenever it comes on

Least Favorite: ‘We Are Santa’s Elves’ from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer; having about one or few adventures with Chris that involve meeting Santa himself along with the eleven working with him, he will not stand this misrepresentation of Elf kind if he can help it. Plus the song itself is relatively annoying

5. Easily the time they suited up and during a school dance night, when a bully who earlier that week took Jake’s lunch money and proceeded to embarrass him via reading his diary out loud in class, the two waited until said bully was all by himself right outside the auditorium building, proceeding to wrap his ankles with a grapple line, dangling him upside down and Jake gives his best batglare while Chris lays down the terms. Basically, back off from any of his victims and give back their lunch money if he still has them. The bully tries claiming innocence, with his rambling saying “I swear to..” onto for Jake to interrupt with a classic “Swear To Us” before bungee dropping the bully with his grapple line. That was enough to convince the bully, who by wet himself in fear, to start changing his ways. It was good enough for Jake who then let him back down gently flat on his butt before taking off away.

6. Oh, They dislike actual real firearms with a burning passion, comparable to Obi Wan’s distaste for blasters. That said, those color schemes for those gadgets that can channel their respective energy powers into a compact form do sound fitting for them

Sorry it took a while but at least I got to them my friend

Thanks for your patience @gothicghost2000

[candichan]

Poppy playtime not human theory

Guys like do you guys wonder if we the main character isn't human it something that's been on my mind lately but there thongs I wanted to point out that might make this theory make sense.

Unlike Henry from Batim he has a name a voice and a identity he can eat beacon soup.

But we don't have a name a voice or and a identity we never seen eating or drinking heck we never seemed worried bringing any food or water the moment we arrive at the factory and for a worker who work at playtime 10 years earlier or even longer we can do amazing parkcor stunt around the factory if we were realistically older we would break our legs or hips or back.

And if you think it not like the scientist couldn't make a hyper realistic human sized doll if they have the tool and knowledge after all look at mrs. Delight she almost close to being human aside from her face and her arm joints.

I mean we must look so much like a human that not only convince the adults but the bigger body toys to but why we were made is the question that I don't have a answer to ...I don't know if we're created souly by the scientists image or were based off a dead person that's up for speculation but what I will say is that were always told that were very capable but what could that be are we good at using the grab pack parkcoring around the factory with ease killing the bigger body toys.

or are we just good at doing what we're told.

If we remember playtime co want to make many bigger body's so they don't need ti worry about losing cost or people getting to suspicious so in a since making a toy like human who will obey them or wouldn't need to leave wouldn't be a stretch for them to do and we must be the only one though since we're the only one who made it out alive rather we were told to leave by someone or something or we left on or own choice but that unlikely since we decided to go back 10 years later somehow who ever sent the note knew were we lived and sent this out to use wanting use to came back .

Are character must had known what been going on duo to the nightmare they had in chapter 3 but they couldn't do anything since they couldn't leave they were playtime co property if they go against the rules they'll be punished so maybe they started listening to the prototype they may have help the toys set up the hour of joy and while the toys were killing we were told to leave until all of the toy have died.

leaving the toys from all 3 chapter are left alive and that were we come in and finish the job and put an end to the children suffering.

But thier will be a choice to continue listening to the the prototype or listen to poppy it all up to you now.

[inconsistentcharacterizationcomp]

Shadow the Hedgehog: Inconsistently Characterized?

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Why the FUCK does Shadow work for GUN when his whole origin story is that he hated everything because GUN invaded his home and killed everyone including his 12yo sister. And also made his dad? go insane. What. Why do we have both a game where Shadow learns the power of friendship and relying on his friends is strenght and a game in later timeline where he says “fuck friends they don’t do nothing be strong = lone wolf.” He Would Not Fucking Say That

THE FUCKING CHARACTER EVER!!! listen. shadow is such an impactful and tragic character who suffers so much and nobody fucking understands him especially the writers who massacred who he was as a person. not to mention sega themselves sabotaging him by enforcing mandates that restricted who he could interact with and locked him into the "early vegeta clone" archetype. im sorry this is going to be so fucking long b im going to go into detail about shadow's creation and his purpose, who he is as shown up until sonic 06, and how they both fumbled his character FUCKING IMMENSELY.

[SEE READMORE FOR ESSAY. It concludes: "Okay I restrained myself. According to the word counter website this is sitting at 1,712 words. Holy shit."]

Shadow was initially created 50 years ago for the purpose of achieving immortality by the United Federation (the in-game equivalent of the US), though he was also created for the research of weapons of mass destruction. The scientist the president had insisted take on the project, Gerald Robotnik, had initially refused because he thought it was crossing an ethical line and that it would be used for war (he was right lmao), but then he realized he could co-opt the project in order to cure his granddaughter Maria of her deadly illness called NIDS (basically HIV/AIDS). So he agrees and they start experimenting with chaos energy and living things and when that works, they go to making prototypes of this so called "Ultimate Lifeform". Gerald needed help though and thats when the Black Arms appeared, an alien race that came every 50 years with the Black Comet. In exchange for the delivery of the chaos emeralds in 50 years time, Black Doom the leader will help Gerald make this Ultimate Lifeform, even giving some of his DNA in order for it to work. The first prototype, the Biolizard, showed promise but in the end was too violent and couldnt survive without its support system. This caused distress among the scientist. The next creature was a little hedgehog, made using Black Doom's DNA. While tensions brewed, Shadow was created. Gerald knew that they would take this creation and try to turn him into a weapon, so he gave him a heart and personality similar to his granddaughter Maria. Maria and Shadow were inseparable, practically siblings. Shadow is 15 years old and Maria couldn't have been older than 16. (Sonic X places her at 12 but since that isn't official I don't really count it). Shadow often wondered about his purpose was, always wondering who he was. As tensions among the staff rose, the international military group Guardian Units of Nations (GUN) stepped in. They saw the danger such an experiment could bring and decided to take Shadow for themselves. They raided the ARK and killed all the researches and evacuated some of the civilians, aiming to get Shadow and Gerald. Gerald sends Maria and Shadow to the escape pods. However, a GUN soldier shows up. Maria puts Shadow in an escape pod to keep him safe but she is shot by the GUN soldier as Shadow can only watch in horror. Literally kills a sick teenage girl in cold blood. Maria tells Shadow that he was born to make people happy and keep them safe. He was not made to be a weapon, but to be a protector. That her wish is that he will help fulfill everyone else's wishes. Maria's last words to her little brother being goodbye and that promise as she makes sure he survives. GUN went with their plan of the cover up, telling the public there was a freak accident and all the scientist except Gerald were victims of it. Gerald is detained and sees Maria's name in the list of dead. He went mad with grief and instead of continuing to work on the cryogenically frozen Shadow to service the military, he used him as a weapon for revenge. He creates a program to cause the ARK to crash into the earth and even brainwashes Shadow, altering his memories of Maria in order for him to carry out the destruction of the planet. GUN, fearing that Gerald might retaliate a little too late, stopped his work and execute Gerald by firing squad. They keep Shadow dormant for 50 years.

He's awaken by Eggman, who wishes to rule the world using the Ultimate Lifeform from his grandfather's journal. Shadow speaks subserviently, referring to Eggman as "my master" and using the Japanese pronoun of 僕 (boku) which is more humble and is informally giving deference. This is only for this interaction, since Shadow has plans and he takes charge, with sometimes Eggman looking at Shadow for confirmation, such as when Rouge asks to join them. Sonic Adventure 2 is the game we first are introduced to Shadow and its when he is at his most raw and mentally unwell. He is traumatized and the pain is fresh. It may have been 50 years for everybody else, but it had just happened for him. He grapples with flashbacks due to his PTSD, he hears Maria in his head telling him to keep his promise and to not "make her upset" and he is overall not in a good place mentally. He is willing to kill himself if it means keeping the false promise that Gerald had placed in his head. He does this plan, not because he himself wants to, but because its what Maria wants and for the longest time, that is how Shadow goes about it. Shadow cares so much, and its seen by how he sees Maria in Rouge and he risks his life to save her. It shows in how much he loved Maria and how he will keep this promise regardless of what happens to him. When Amy speaks to him, he is instantly reminded of Maria and he remembers the true promise. He cries at the memory, and then immediately goes to set things right. He lets himself fall to his death because "this is what you wanted, right Maria?" This kid is 15 and traumatized and he is hurting so much and it GETS WORSE.

Eggman finds him, and makes android copies of him, then seals him away with a killer robot in an abandoned hold. He spends the entirety of that game becoming close to Omega and Rouge who find them both and he doesn't even know if he is the true Shadow because of all these androids running around and he has no memories. He remembers nobody. Not Rouge, not Amy, not Sonic. The only thing he remembered was Maria's name and her death. Not even the good memories. From Heroes (this game I just explained) and on, Shadow's main antagonists deal with wanting to control him. What we know of Shadow currently is that he is selfless, he loves with all his heart, he is self-sacrificing, and though he is withdrawn and cocky, he still is willing to say that he thinks Sonic might actually be the Ultimate Lifeform. Surely, they've given us this great thing! How can they possibly fuck it up?

Shadow he Hedgehog (2005) absolutely destroys his character and gives him an absolutely bad rep BUT there is some good stuff in there. Remember the Black Arms? Remember that deal Gerald made? Yeah it's been 50 years. Knock knock, Shadow's other shitty dad is here!! You thought this kid's mind was gonna stop being manipulated? lmao. anyways shadow the hedgehog makes shadow absolutely edgy. he's kinda a dick he just... can kill people. it's a Weird game. sad to say he never recovered from this with the exception of Sonic 06!!

Now Sonic 06 is literally a broken game that can barely run (still funny tho so I play it) BUT THE WRITING FOR SHADOW'S STORY IS ABSOLUTELY SO GOOD?? they made him a GUN agent though which was. Something I was NOT expecting. BUT its a return from the edgy hedgehog we saw the year before so I'll look past him working for the same organization that killed his sister. A common thread about Shadow-specific villains/antagonists are that they all want to control him in some way shape or form before killing him. Gerald, Metal Sonic (kinda. he just set off the identity crisis by showing all the Shadow androids), Black Doom, Mephiles, Infinite. They all follow this thread which happens to accidentally create a story arc (bc it was definitely by accident) but thats not what we're talking about. ANyways, Mephiles wants to get to Shadow for Shadow sealing him away in a scepter in the past (theres time travel it gets confusing) and Shadow manages to win not only because of his own strength, but because he was not alone. He is made up of the people he loves, just like Sonic is, and everytime Shadow beats Mephiles is because he had Omega, Rouge, or both with him.

Sounds good right? Just one stinker game so surely its all fine? No. Because then Sega set mandates. Shadow wasn't allowed to have friends, he was not allowed to crack jokes or be anything but an angry rival to Sonic. They dissolved Team Dark (the team between Rouge, Shadow, and Omega) and now Shadow is alone. His biggest strength used to be his love for his friends and their presence in his lives and now they boiled him down to an "early Vegeta" clone. Sonic Boom released, and he is literally just a violent asshole who antagonizes Sonic for no reason. He barely shows up anymore and when he does its so painfully off that its best he doesn't. The writers of the meta era didnt really use him (which is a relief because they admitted that they only ever read wikipedia articles about sonic games and never actually played them). He was decent in Forces but he barely showed up and honestly that's for the best. I have major issues with how they write him in the comics as well but I think that has to do with mandates and it seems that theyre letting off since Frontiers since all the characters were revamped and are giving us good characterization. He's going to be in the next Sonic movie and I am hoping they do him justice.

[salami-dono]

I redesign my Sonic OCs in my yellow Animal Crossing journal. I wanted to share some drawings today.

♠ Neon the Hedgehog ♠

For her, I gave her the short, striped quills and three back quills that I noticed in the oldest drawings I have of her. I’m still working on the chunky, high-top shoes. Neon doesn’t wear clothes besides the shoes and gloves. That’s equality. lol I would never cover up her Ace of Spades.

Dr. Jester has the Ace of Hearts, by the way.... U_U

I’m going to say this in every post: I made these characters when I was 10. They are the best.

I’m bad at coming up with poses.

This is a doodle of Ramón, formally known as Beatle, with Sonic the Hedgehog. Besides the jacket and shirt with a large apple graphic on it, he hasn’t changed that much. I considered giving him a shave, leaving him with a flat mohawk and a very round head. We aren’t doing that!

Ramón is in love with Neon. Neon doesn’t care.

He’s a singer, drummer and guitarist. 

Chaos the Hedgehog

It’s me! Chaos is older than everyone. I might’ve been 9 when I made this one. A lot can happen in one year!! 

She gets longer boots, gloves and quills. Chaos's arms are the same color as her hair? Quills? I don’t know.

With just one drawing (the one on the right side), I gave Chaos a new best friend. Meet Dottie the Dog. You can see a couple names that I was considering for the character. I drew around the list of names. Dottie is an average girl who happens to be friends with a divine creature. She is cute.

Dottie again.

Neon is very serious. Sadly, Sonic is cut off.

A brand new character!! Whoa!! I had an idea for an intern who works at Dr. Jester’s lab. I rushed over to my book, so I could get the face on paper before I forgot. Her prototype name is “Sammy.”

Something I did very early in the morning, Saturn the Echidna’s spines and dreads. They were lovingly-crafted by Dr. Jester. Saturn’s whole body has to be redesigned.

[fantastic-wiles]

Draft I’m Never Going to Post on AO3

Damian takes a big bite out of his burrito.

Chewing mindlessly, Damian overlooks the city, half-paying attention to the conversation behind him. Red Robin had accompanied him on his patrol route today. Now that the morning was close, Tim was reporting what had been done via comm, and Barbara was organizing the information into a timeline. Damian is not too interested in record-keeping. If it were up to him, he would’ve just gone home, and thrown himself on his mattress. Father was a stickler for keeping track of things though, so Damian didn’t have much of a choice if he wanted to earn his favor.

“Yeah, well, we would have stuck around if the GCPD didn’t show up. I don’t know who tipped them off this time, considering that part of town is nearly non-existent, but you’ll have to give us a pass. It’s early in the morning. I’m sure Signal wouldn’t mind taking over from here.”

Damian looks down at the ground beneath him. It’s a far drop.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just – I can’t be out here setting a bad example for Robin – okay?”

Damian snorts loudly.

Tim ignores him.

“Yes, he ate, Oracle, I made sure to buy him something. I’m sad that you even doubted me.”

Damian finishes up his burrito, crumbles the wrapper, and then pulls himself up.

“No injuries reported, Oracle,” Tim continues.

Damian listens to him pause, supposedly to listen to what Oracle had to say, before turning around to look at him.

Tim gestures to his comm, mouths the words can you believe this?, and then rolls his eyes. Damian isn’t sure what Tim is expecting from him. Sympathy?

Wrong person.

Damian just wanted everything to be over with. Tim wasn’t helping. In fact, if one were to ask Damian, he’d suggest that Tim was part of the problem. It was no secret that he liked to talk. Otherwise, he’d cut down on the quips during battle, and the dry humor would be near non-existent. Damian was certain that he enjoyed talking with Oracle. It probably gave him what Damian refused to give during battle. Friendly banter.

Damian wrinkles his nose.

Oracle wasn’t exactly known to give into banter – not unless she was working with Nightwing – but Tim would have to take what was available. Oracle was far more likely to give in than Damian. Damian would rather ignore his foolishness entirely.

Damian unequips his grappling hook for an eventual descent towards the streets.

When Tim signals that he’s done, Damian doesn’t wait around the rooftop, not with the grappling hook already in hand. Damian secures it to the rooftop. Then, he’s propelling down the building, cutting through air until his feet hit the ground. It doesn’t take long for his grappling hook to follow. Tim unhooks it from the rooftop before he, too, makes his descent. However, in his case, he avoids his grappling hook altogether. Tim takes a page out of Nightwing’s book and scales down the building.

Damian doesn’t wait around for him to make it to the ground. He’s leaning against the batmobile (an older prototype) by the time Tim is walking on his feet, arms crossed firmly against his chest.

“I can’t wait to take a fat nap,” Tim says.

Once Damian hears the car unlock, thanks to the key in Tim’s hand, he hops in without further word.

Damian wasn’t about to verbally agree with Tim, after all, not out loud. It was an ego-stroke he didn’t want to give. Damian, too, couldn’t wait to hit the hay. It hurt his eyes to keep them open. It was the only reason he hadn’t complained about driving.

Maybe that’s why Tim shoots him a concerned look from the driver’s seat, mid-buckling, that Damian ignores in favor of leaning his cheek against the small window.

“Cold?”

Tim grabs a blanket out the glove compartment, meant for long stakeouts that had no end. Damian glances in Tim’s direction while the man leans out of his seat just to tuck him in. Damian stares into his face wordlessly as his older brother pats the wrinkles out of the fabric. Muttering about how old the blanket must be and telling himself how he ought to give it to Alfred for a wash.

“Is it scratchy?”

Damian stares at him as if he’d grown a head.

“Comfortable?” Tim tries again.

Tim isn’t satisfied until Damian slowly nods his head.

He puts his hands back on the wheel, presses the gas, and then shoots off in the street. Damian is still trying to get over the fact that Tim had just tucked him in without reservation. At first, he thinks it must be some trick to humiliate him, but then Damian recalls past experiences. It didn’t feel as if this event held any similarities.

“Oracle is such a mother hen,” Tim starts talking to fill in the silence. Damian had predicted he’d be stuck with a chatty Tim, but he was too besides himself to comment on it.

“Did he eat, did you eat, is there anything I can do for you?” Tim mocks. “It’s cold outside. Did you have any issues with the weather?”

Damian stares at the side of Tim’s face.

Tim must notice because he glances in his direction.

“Is the blanket really doing it for you? I know you like to pretend things are fine when they aren’t.”

Damian opens his mouth, closes it, and then manages slowly, “It’s�� fine.”

Did Tim not notice that he was acting exactly like the woman he was criticizing? Damian couldn’t understand how Tim could be so oblivious.

“Good,” Tim says, looking away, continuing his train of thought as if he’d never hopped off, “I just don’t get what she thinks I can’t take care of myself.”

Tim takes in a deep breath.

“But I suppose that’s enough from me. It’s fine if you take a nap on the way home. It’ll be about fifteen minutes before we’re back at the cave.”

Damian turns to look out the front window. The idea of sleeping – even if his body craved it – didn’t seem reachable. Damian wouldn’t find much benefit in a fifteen-minute nap.

Besides, the blanket is scratchy, and Damian wasn’t a big fan.

.

Damian makes the embarrassing mistake of drifting off mid-report.

It’s a mistake he must remedy. When he wakes, he has every intention to finish what he started, but then he starts hearing voices. Damian keeps his cheek glued to the computer desk for an average case of eavesdropping. It isn’t long before the voice is comprehensible. Damian picks up Tim’s distant voice, yawning something out in a veil of exhaustion, and-

“Aw, look, the bat baby is sleeping,” Jason’s irritating voice rings in the back of his head.

“Don’t wake him up,” Tim warns.

“I wasn’t going to,” Jason sounds offended.

“You have a habit,” Tim reminds him.

“It’s not a habit. I just can’t tell when people are sleeping.”

“That, Jason, sounds like an excuse.”

“I don’t make up excuses.”

“Uh – yeah you do – all the time, in fact.”

Jason mutters something under his breath as Damian feels hands maneuver him.

It’s surprising that Tim doesn’t mention anything about how Jason was hoisting Damian up in the air. Damian would’ve kicked Jason if he didn’t want to get caught but, with his pride on the line, Damian continued the guise of sleeping. It was a little upsetting that Tim wasn’t defending his vulnerability (especially after making sure Jason wouldn’t wake him up). Jason was going to take advantage of this, surely. Damian couldn’t see this ending any other way.

“I’ll take the tyke upstairs,” Jason stays.

Tim doesn’t come to Damian’s aide. “Alright,” he easily agrees. “I think I’ll finish up this report he left open.”

Jason gives Tim a grunt as he shifts Damian into his arms. Perfectly cradled into a shape that fit him, Jason carries Damian towards the direction of the stairs. It isn’t long before they’re taking on the steps, carefully, one at a time. Damian does his best to feign sleeping all the while. He keeps himself completely relaxed, unguarded, with controlled breathing patterns. It’d be beyond embarrassing if Jason figured out that Damian was awake this entire time.

Once they’re out of the cave, Jason makes the journey to Damian’s room, but not without saying some odd things.

“Just like old times,” Jason says with a soft voice. Damian feels strange listening to it. It almost feels like an invasion, like he’s not supposed to have heard it, but that doesn’t stop him from paying attention. “Talia would only let me carry you like this when she couldn’t free her hands.”

Damian doesn’t know how to handle this new information as Jason lowers him down on a mattress. Carefully, he re-arranges Damian’s limbs, and then eventually pulls a blanket over his body. Damian tries not to lose control when fingers thread through his hair, brushing past strands with affection Damian didn’t know Jason had for him.

“Night, kiddo,” Jason says before withdrawing.

Damian’s eyes pop wide open when Jason shuts the door behind him.

It would be impossible to sleep after that interaction.

[hyperfixatinator]

My Turn to Make a Project Shadow Theory

Saddle up, beebee! My brain is getting ruffled up with thoughts, so I'm using it to theorize about something fans have already beaten down like a dead horse!

I'll assume you guys already know the basics of what Project Shadow was and jump into the parts I wanna cover. Keep in mind this is just speculation and a fun connection of dots.

Bioengineered Hedgehogs

So you know how, in Gerald Robotnik's diary, he said he had just completed his latest project "based on his original projections"?

This brings up 2 things.

Since he wrote this entry after the Ark incident already took place, it isn't the Shadow we know, despite him giving his latest creation the same name. Shadow was already completed and functional before that, given Shadow's memories.

Whatever he created was based on "the original". The Biolizard might be the prototype, but I doubt he would replicate that for his revenge scheme. Going off of the first point, I'm saying he based his new creation off of the original Shadow. This could also be why he named this new creation after him. [EDIT: I no longer think Gerald named his new project after Shadow]

In short, This latest project wasn't Shadow, but instead the Ultimate Lifeform 2.0 based off him.

Allow me to get something out of the way that someone might be thinking. As far as this theory goes, The Ultimate Lifeform 2.0 is NOT Sonic. First of all, it's proven in Sonic 06 that Sonic is mortal. He died from being shot in the chest by Mephiles.

Also, Sonic Generations has shown us that Sonic ages, as in he grows older as he matures.

I know they said Classic is from another dimension in Forces, but since they went back to calling Classic a Sonic from the past in Sonic Forces Speed Battle, I'm taking that as them retconning the dimension thing.

Anyway, unless Gerald decided to make a vulnerable and finite lifeform, both properties going against what Project Shadow aimed to be, I doubt Sonic was created the same way Shadow was. (I will say that I speculate Sonic to still be involved indirectly, but I'll get to that later).

But then that begs the question: Who is this 2nd "Shadow" created after the Ark was raided? Who did Gerald intend to carry out his revenge scheme and destroy the world?

What we can narrow down so far:

This final creation was based on Shadow, who is physically a hedgehog, meaning Gerald most likely created another hedgehog.

Gerald aimed to make this new hedgehog immortal like his previous works, but the Black Arms being gone meant he couldn't get more of their DNA to replicate his process when creating Shadow.

Gerald specifically said he designed this creation's mind to be "perfect" and "pure".

Kinda vague, I know. It's not like there's another hedgehog with the power to rival both Sonic and Shadow that has an oddly natural ability to use chaos control. Especially not one that has survived post apocalyptic environments or has a particularly powerful mind-

Oh, that'll do.

[centrally-unplanned]

When you say that Russian forces didn't mobilize much, or didn't mobilize enough, how do you square that with the reports (rumors?) from really early in the war, about all sorts of janky prototype weapons and ancient WWII-era things being dusted off and sent into battle? I've heard various people say the Russian army didn't attack at full strength, and various others say they threw anything and everything in there, but I've no idea which ones to believe.

It very complicated - both are true, though early in the war most of these reports are probably selection bias. Organizations don't work as seamless resource distributors - they have personalities, hierarchies, etc. What we overall observed, particularly early in the war, was *too much* equipment and not enough people to use them. Michael Koffman, one of the best Russia analysts in the world who I recommend wholeheartedly to anyone, has a great write-up in March on Russia's force design. He notes things like how the Russian motorized infantry platoons were supposed to have 7 or more soldiers per vehicle, such that ~3 could dismount while the rest drive, but in practice they averaged ~5, meaning they were pretty much stuck in their APC's. This is having too many vehicles! But while the front line groups have too many, certainly backline reserves had too few - but the frontline groups aren't gonna give up their equipment.

Things like that are happening because Russia still partially depends on conscription to flesh out its army, but has refused to declare a draft because they don't consider the war in Ukraine to be a "war", but a "special military operation". All of these battle groups entered the war at at least ~20% undermanned due to that gap, and it was probably more in practice due to corruption. This is the biggest part of how Russia 'half-assed' the war, and its still true.

Other parts of the story are force commitments, Russia simply held lots of assets in 'reserve' thinking they wouldn't need them and then realized they were wrong. Its you get things like the March-April 2022 escalation of the air war - Russia increased its sortie rate for air strikes by 50% at the end of March by deploying more planes, etc, from other parts of the country as they realized they had failed to achieve air superiority. They obviously could have done this in February, they just chose not to because they had a different, incorrect, picture of what the optimal strategy would be.

But now, today, most of these cards are played, outside of the draft. They have lost more and more tanks, artillery, planes (shot down some, but run down more often), etc over the six months of war than they can hope to replace with new production or assets sitting elsewhere, and reserves are getting into the older, junkier territory. In February they didn't need any 1970's tech, any of that tech being used is just bureaucratic slip-up. Its a different story after 6 months of war. So this is the second part of how Russia "half-assed" the war, but its increasingly less relevant.

A wrinkle by the way is the DLPR, the two breakaway republics of Luhansk & Donetsk that are Russian puppet states in Ukraine. These two regions have been Russia's answer to their mobilization problem, and they have implemented mass conscription and field units to fight alongside the Russians. But they are from dirtpoor regions and aren't part of the Russian army - as such they get the castoffs Russia is willing to donate to them. If you are hearing reports of 19th century rifles or ww2 helmets being used in like March, they are probably true - but they are DLPR forces, not mainline Russian forces. Russia absolutely should have been arming these forces to be up to par, but strategy has not been their forte in this war.

[every-marveler-ever]

Tony Stark Deserves A Cake

Flufftober Day 15 | @flufftober | Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

Tony heads to a meeting and doesn't expect to come home and see his kitchen a mess, Peter is sorry, he really is. | tony stark/pepper potts

flufftober 2022

Tony sighs looking at the mess in the kitchen, “Peter!” He yells over the bustling wind that the outside of the lakehouse produces. It had not been the quiet day he had initially expected. At 3 am Pepper had called from Milan begging him to go into the office that morning because it had been found the StarkPhone prototypes released to the public could move by themselves. So despite being retired he scrambled around finding somebody to take care of Morgan while he stayed in the office for the day. This is why Peter is here and because of the miserable weather they had been trapped inside all day, an equation for disaster. 

Peter isn’t in the kitchen and yet Tony’s kitchen is a mess there is flour everywhere and sugar and salt seemed to be mixed together. Which he is very sure has made for a very interesting, uh whatever they were attempting to make. 

When Tony actually starts concentrating on something over than the mess in his kitchen he can hear water running from one of the upstairs bathrooms, “Peter, Morgan I’m coming upstairs,” he yells out except the fact that he is sure they can’t hear him from said running water. When the water does stop he instead assumes that maybe Pete did hear him which would make sense with the fact that his son does have super hearing

Running up the stairs, running might not be the right adjective for the way that Tony is much older than he was at MIT. Once he gets to the top Peter and Morgan join him, Morgan wrapped up in her fluffy pink towel with her own monogram on it. Peter looks sheepish but Morgan is very close to falling asleep on her big brother's shoulder, “I guess you saw the kitchen then?” Peter does seem apologetic and Tony appreciates that.

He does not appreciate the way his kitchen has been left, “you know, we don’t live in the tower anymore kiddo, there’s nobody to clean up your mess but you,” Tony finishes the point by nodding his head and taking Morgan from Peter’s arms.

Peter nods along but his face doesn’t leave the floor, even when Morgan is being taken from his arms, “it was an accident,” he whispers. They had been trying to make Tony a cake for when the man got home, a little thank you and well done for getting through the day type thing. 

Tony laughs because if he was in Peter’s position he’d probably say it was an accident too, “accidents don’t just happen accidentally, Pete.” Tony knows that while baking is a science it is a difficult science to do just right, but you would think that for a chemistry major Peter would know what he is doing. Peter wasn’t attempting a chemistry assignment, he knew what he was doing he did all the maths in his head he just didn’t calculate the factor of Morgan adding extra baking soda instead of sugar into the batter until it was too late. Tony pushes Peter lightly down the stairs, “now go start cleaning the kitchen because I will be telling Pepper about this but only about what the kitchen looks like by the time she calls.”

With another small push, Peter continues down the stairs a small smile on his face because he has a great family. He loves his dad and Tony really does deserve a cake for his hard work. 

Cards:

[zmasters]

Birth of a Robot

I was finished being builded the first of December, 3035. That’s when my AI was first activated. My movement at the time was minimal, so I could only see what was directly in front of me. The factory floor was sterile, bright, and chrome. Robotic arms whizzed all over the floor, quickly building cheaper models to be sent to whatever mercenary company or factory floor that needed the expendable labor. I looked down to see two people in lab coats, one an old, Human male of European origin and the other a younger, gray, bat-like Eldvi female.

Identification: Nikolas Cerric and Dr. Cana Xanthro. The CEO and chief scientist.

“Please state your designation.” Cana said without looking up from her datapad.

My singular eye glowed red. “Designation: Cerric Robotics Servant-Class Z-27.”

“Please commence a programming diagnostic.”

After a few seconds, I said. “No errors detected. Unit running at full capacity.”

The Eldvi looked up from her datapad and looked at the Human. “It’s ready Dr. Cerric.”

“Thank you Xanthro.” Cerric said. “Bring them in.”

A nearby door opened, and a horde of reporters and camera drones rushed in. The sudden loud noises and flashing lights scarred me, as I was functionally a newborn. Despite this fear, I couldn’t move. Any attempt of panic induced movement and noises were unsuccessful. All I can do is stare forward and scream inside my own head.

Dr. Cerric stepped towards the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen. I present you with the newest model of robotic worker. While this prototype doesn’t look much different from our current models, it has something those older models lack. The ability to learn. Ms. Xanthro, please deactivate the restraints.”

With a press of a button, my eye changed to blue and I suddenly gained the ability to move.

“Model Z-27.” The doctor said to me, “How are you feeling?”

I slowly looked down at my hands. They were human hands in shape, but made of a titanium-based alloy. As I closed and opened my fingers, and listened to the sound my joints made when they moved, I said my first word. “Feeling?”

“Yes, feeling. Are you happy, sad, scared?”

“Feeling: Confused.”

Cerric turned back to the reporters. “Yes, Z-27 is confused. No programming to fall back on. No protocols. No limitations. Our new models can adapt, change, learn. While this unit knows very little at the moment, they will, with time, become superior to any other robotic workers.” He paused and listened to murmurs of the crowd. He could tell that they were scared of the idea. “If you think this learning may lead to some problems, you can deactivate this feature.”

Cerric pressed a button on his wrist, and my arms jolted to my sides, locking them. “Learning module deactivated.” I said, but I didn’t say it. I had no control of my body or my voice. I was locked in a shell.

With some more button presses, I was forced away from the crowd, out of the room, and into a dark storage area. I would later be told this was so no one would ask about the ethical issues of my existence. The last thing I heard before leaving the room was Dr. Cerric says, “Of course, we are still in testing phases, but our new scout-class combat drones are ready for purchase.”

This was my humble beginning. My birth, if you will.

I don’t know how long I was alone in the dark. Couple of minutes, hours, days? The mind plays tricks on you when it's the only thing working. All I know is that the press conference was long over when Cana opened the door.

“I am so sorry.” She said as she deactivated my locks. “I thought you were plugged in.” My nuclear battery would last several months without charge, but I do enjoy being topped off.

“Desire: Light.” Was all I was able to say. I had a million questions, but my language skills at the time were minimal and robotic.

“Oh yes. Again sorry.” I don’t blame her for forgetting that. Eldvi have superior night vision compared to most. I also have a night vision mode, but I didn’t know of it at the time. She did something on her pad, and the lights in the room turned on.

My curiosity got the better of me and I explored the room. It was built like a hotel room. A closet with some Cerric Robotics branded clothes, a small kitchen area, stocked with simple ingredients (for some reason), a bed, TV, and a sterile bathroom (including a toilet, I don’t know why). Inside the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, and saw myself for the first time. I had a Human design, with a silver coloring and [Z - 2 7] imprinted on my chest. My head had a sharp shape. Human-like, like a mannequin. The only difference is that I had a single blue optical lens taking up the upper-half of my face. I slowly placed my hand on the mirror.

“You recognize yourself?” Cana laughed.

“Designation: Z-27. I am Z-27.”

“Good. Some animals can’t do that.”

“Animal? Designation: Not animal. Designation: Z-27. Status: Insulted.”

“I say that in the nicest way possible.”

“Status: Confused.”

Cana stepped up behind me. Being a head taller than her, all I could see of her was a little bit of white hair. “I’m sorry. This job just sucks the morality out of you, and now I have to give you something I now lack.” She inserted something into a port in the back of my neck.

Images of Cana’s life flashed before my eye. The thing she placed into my neck port was a recording of Cana’s memories. “Question: Why give me this information?”

Cana removed the drive from my neck and inserted it into a port in the back of her neck. “To show you what not to be.”

“Status: Confused. Status Update: Sad. Desire: Rest.”

“You and I both. Over here kid.” She led me to the bed, where a large cord sticking out from behind it. “Let me plug you in so we can charge you for the night.”

I agreed, sitting down on the bed and letting her plug the cord into my neck. I entered a low-power mode as Cana said “Night buddy.”

Low-power mode was kinda like sleeping. I think. I dream at least. Well, it was more of me going through Cana’s recordings in more detail. This did give me a good understanding of the outside world without Cerric bias. My creators are into some really illegal stuff. Blackmarket trades, corporate warfare, tax evasion, all that good stuff.

The drive also contained many moments from Cana’s life. Her meeting to a bronze scaled drac mercenary named Midirous. Them being hired to protect Cana during a black market sale. The two falling in love and marrying. The two adopting a daughter. The daughter disappearing inside of Cana’s facility.

A few days of training and learning later, I overheard a conversation outside of my room.

“Good morning sir.” Cana said to Mr. Cerric.

Cerric ignored the greeting. “How’s the bot, Cana?”

“They're improving.” She said. “I gave them the memory drive a few nights ago, so they have a basic history of the Galaxy and the company.” While true, the drive in question wasn’t what Cerric thought it was. She continued. “As well, their language skills should have greatly improved. Z-27 should stop stating what kind of sentences they are using in a few days.”

“Good, I don’t know why the AIs keep on doing that.”

“Well, for the drone AIs, they do that because they are very simple and-”

“I want that programmed out.” Cerric interrupted.

“I’ll deliver the message to the programmers.” Cana said, “As for the test, Z-27 should have similar reaction and movement speed as the humanoid drones. Of course, we won’t know for sure until we actually perform the tests. I’ll go get him.”

“Cana, we’re pulling the plug on the project.”

I was stunned, and based on how Cana reacted, she was too. “W-What? Why?”

Cerric explained. “We’re getting tons of complaints about the ethics of Z-27’s existence, despite our marketing. We are continuing the project in secret, but we will be shutting down the prototype for the time being. At least until the controversy dies down.”

Deactivated. That word brought me into a panic. I’ve only been deactivated once, but it was the worst time in my short life. The my metallic body was turned into a prison, losing all ability to take in information. An organic may compare that to death, but I would say it’s worse. At least when one dies, their mind doesn’t stay awake. I opened the door.

“Desire: I don’t want to be deactivated!”

“Z…”

“It doesn’t matter what you think.”

Cana stepped up to her boss. “It does matter sir. They are the one being deactivated. We don’t know what happens to a sentient AI when deactivated for an extended period of time.”

“We’ll never know until we try.” He said, way too happy to functionally kill me.

Cana, either caused by built up rage or motherly instinct, pushed Dr. Cerric. She pushed him hard enough to throw him to the floor. While on the floor, Cerric pressed a button on his wrist and I lost the ability to move, speak, and see.

I was brought back, Cerric was on the floor, the alarm was blaring, and Cana was gripping her side. There was blood dripping from her hands.

“Listen to me Z.” She said between heavy breaths. “Get out of here.”

“Cana, what happened?”

She removed the memory drive out of her cybernetic neck port and placed it in my hand. “Go… Find her.”

“STOP!” Security ran around the corner.

She raised a pistol, the first thing her love ever gave her, and fired at the security officer and the drones.

I turned around and fled. By the time I was near the exit of the building, I couldn’t hear the gunfire anymore. I could only guess what happened from there.

I managed to flee into the city by the time the police arrived at the facility. Thankfully, I could pass for a maintenance drone, so no one would stop me.

I inserted the memory drive, and I saw something that wasn’t on the first drive. A message, from Cana to someone else. “I’m sending your brother to where we first met.”

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.9

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [X]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

Ayooo- now you guys can see why I’m no longer pursuing this poor little thing anymore

…ow

THOUGH I did get inspired in some mods during the creation of these two (three if we do count the sad mop on the top*), mostly since I didn’t give that much of a damn about it at first sight, but now that I’ve gotten the emotional attach to it…yeah I sort of have regrets about it

Yee-haw I guess

…Imma just get into the info already lololol:

1.- Broddy

Big brother but cheap lol

…Nah jk I love this fellow

This guy was actually inspired in the whitty-boyfriend edited sprite (yeah the funny long boi) who casually seemed to appear in a picture alongside BF’s Mom and Dad, hence why he lookin so thin

BTW funny street sign logo design on his shirt, I’m so clever eeheheh- jk

Also the faded eyes were meant to give him a mysterious aura at the start, but now they’re basically something he inherited from his dad (you’ll see later how I designed him so you can tell)

Also also, you guys are allowed to make fun of me over the fact his hoodie’s design doesn’t make any sense. Like- the thing’s open like a jacket yet it has the strings to pull in and out the hoodie from behind, what?????? (this also happened with my FNFCE Leopold sprite, so double funny haha on my ass)

2.-Sissy

Big…no wait- she’s actually the middle woman in the siblinghood

…okay

Fun fact BTW: she was originally though off as a male, and casually enough, the memory I recall of her (or should I say him* for this case specifically) kinda resembles a little to Big Brother

…No I’m not kidding, the hairline I remember for her literally looks a lot like his, guess it was just coincidence

And yes, that tire mark on her arm is a tattoo…above a scar she actually got over an accident that happened at the repair shop

No it wasn’t BF’s fault...or Broddy’s even

Actually, I don’t even remember what happened, but it involved a badly braked bike and something that got in her way while she walkin’ on the shoop

3.-Past!BF / Lil B

aAAAA smol bean child bby

He so cute

…but he’s secretly a little shit

Don’t tell Sissy that tho, that might frickle her pickle

4.- Past!GF / Missy G

Another smol bean

This time it has sulphur in it wowowowow

I gave her a more awoken look bc ye, I don’t really have an actual reason for it besides haha funky demon child go wowza

5.-Bike Mechanic BF (Teenhood)

Boyfrendo got a jobbo

He a breadwinner y’all

He’s been in the business since he was a smol child, he got the good experience

…no we don’t do child exploitation innuendos here, you’ll see what was up there tho dw

6.- Biker GF (Teenhood…?)

Damn sis, lookin good right there

And yes she used to own a bikey back in her young days, don’t ask me how licenses work in BF’sH’s NG city, cuz I have no clue

…but hey, if kids can hav gun with no permissions, then who sayin they can’t drive bikeys w/ no loisense? (jk they might do have license systems but I guess the age limit is whatever, it’s been so long I can’t remember a-)

7.- Q-Zin (Beta Design / Prototype)

Sad mop

I just found out not too long ago about Older Brother, and Q-Zin does have some similarities with him personality-wise, but I haven’t seen the mod so I’m not sure, sorry

BTW he’s dead

…well, not dead  in actual terms, just…physically dead (and sort of emotionally, he’s gone through quite some stuff down there at the Graveyard)

8.- Lil B icon style

Bikey Child

9.- Missy G icon style

Cashey Child

10.- Daydreaming BikeMech!BF

When you reconcile with your (yet) platonic babe and she sneakie you her phone number in your pay so you can ring her up anytime

…yeah that

Classy GF, really classy

And yes they did know each other way longer before than canonically stated (FNF says they just met during tutorial, BF’sH says they know each other since childhood instead)

And the reason I said platonic was due to 1) they reunited after a long time of not seeing each other, ergo the relationship (frens) had just reemerged and 2) Pico and BF are pursuing a relationship here (secretly), though it’s between platonic and amorous (basically what you’d call a ‘meta-couple’)

So yeah

11.- GF’s note

I’m sure he will do hun, I’m sure he will do

12.- Hambarga

S’up bro, brought you lunch

It’s about that one time GF bought some food for BF during lunch hours

Though I don’t wanna stick with the original factor that it was because he barely does enough money to buy something good to eat (for real, it just sounds cruel), so I guess he just is so stuck into his work he sometimes lets lunchtime slide past him (I know it’s not better but at least it doesn’t sound like he’s forced to starve, like c’mon man)

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