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7 for Vi

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme™️ [Accepting] 7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Vi doesn't have much time to waste, so he doesn't get the opportunity often. We have a running joke that he needs to get some actual hobbies.

What downtime he does have is dedicated to weapon and vehicle maintenance, and once in a while hanging out with his squad mate (and bestie) Jaws. He's slowly getting to know other folks and spend time with them too.

That said, he actually doesn't really think you can "waste" time. There's just time you're working, and time you're not. His job is high pressure, and it's hard to feel like chilling between missions is pointless. Maybe the only waste of time there is for him is annoying conversation / small talk.

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Is that... praise?

Vi has half the mind to give his alternate shit for it, but the other part of him is proud to have passed this minor test. He may not be quite as well equipped as the older reploid, but it appears he isn't entirely outmatched. The fact the other machine paused at all can only be a good sign.

Have to remember that maneuver.

Vile got the message, weapons and energy dissipating as he strode closer. Their fight had started out of frustration, but the longer the conversation went on... the Maverick Hunter found his mental wheels turning.

Having an outside perspective from an alternate is a rare opportunity. Already he'd learned far more about the Maverickism of other worlds than he'd been able to pick up on previously. From someone formerly infected? Invaluable.

A hand rests on the chin of his helmet, thoughtful as the other Vile speaks. Everything is just conjecture, far too much between their own worlds is different. That third Vile, the rogue one... how close was he to either of their timelines?

"A grudge against X and Zero? Shit... yeah, that tracks." The Maverick had changed course to attack both of them respectively, more than once. Enough that the original enemy plan remained unclear. "From what I saw, I wouldn't be surprised if he means to destroy the Hunters. Can't imagine he cares much if it's another world or not. The way he went after X.... Xanti was..." a shake of the head. "He hates an X he's never met, so you might have something there. The Zero-- Zain, those two actually have history. Not him and Xanti though." Damn, could the motive really be so simple? If the rogue Vile was really that unstable, it is entirely possible. Maybe he just fell into their world and decided to destroy what he failed to before? Then again, the chance someone else is pulling the strings appeared just as likely. If it can't be Sigma then... their list of suspects remains empty.

"Honestly, I don't think I was even on his radar until we ran into each other. Probably have a hell of a target on my back now..." a shrug, as he looks toward the familiar visor across from him. He makes a motion with his hand, a subtle denial to continue their spar. Vile raised a good point.

"Level with me, if you were in his position... what would you do to get rid of me? I'm sure he'll fight dirty, so what would your instinct be?" The virus route? Something else?

"?!"

The way this alternate got creative in how to dodge so effectively, using the thruster of the mounted arm missile as a way of increasing the dash to a dodge, it impressed the Ex Maverick. Enough that he had to pause and appreciate such a move, it was something he himself would have tried many, many, years ago when younger. But older versions of himself wouldn't, far too wrapped up in ego, power, and urges to use every new tool to be higher and in advantage over someone else.

"Good."

Vile was pleased. That means this one had an edge over that other alternate, not blinded like himself used to be. Vi will need that. Adaptability it what we were always good at once... Stay that way, be better than the rest of us.'

The older version of the two stood now in the indented ground, small crater of a sort, and he brought himself to his full height once more. The dust slowly settling down around him like an ominous haze in the air, leaving Vile silhouetted. That energy shield dissipating with but a thought as he began to turn, arm bending backwards, palm open. Preparing a new counter or attack- but Vile held his hand up. Making him stop in his tracks and wait. Honorable even now, with the raw honesty out in the air. That lifted hand lowering as all the energy he was gathering was depleted, put back into reserves.

Brows furrowed under the helmet as he listened intently then. Attacked...? From the sounds of things, it couldn't have been Mavericks. Extremists as he said have been deploying the virus on their own, so maybe it was those Emerald Spears bastards? If they even existed in this alternates world, or at least something similar to them. Vile was left wondering the specifics of how trying to cure it was even going, if the other worlds X was involved... Was he even still immune? Like the X of his own world? Had to be, otherwise he wouldn't be there.

"Well shit." The war machine strode out of the impact zone he had created, to stand closer to his alternate once more, enough for polite conversation, but not enough to indicate he would be standing down. "Sounds like a few are trying to find some sort of gain from causing that sort of destruction." A part was curious, almost enough so, to see if Shaska could have any input on this other worlds issue. But he sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up to her, not their circus. He had faith in Vi and the other side of reality. Or maybe faith was the wrong word... Maybe he was starting to feel that damnable Hope so many spoke about...

Wait-- that was a good question actually! Why would that other variant want involved? Vile felt his instincts suddenly flare, various possible outcomes flitting across his mind. "That is a big concern I share. I can think of two possibilities off the top of my head, and neither one are good." Even more so if a different Sigma, or some other figure head, is pulling that other Vile's strings. "For one, he could be there to try and get it to use as a weapon for himself. I can tell you for certain that most of the others of us have one hell of a grudge against X, Zero, and the Hunters as a whole. If he got hole of your version, maybe he would want to use it was a way to wipe MHHQ off the map. Strategy speaking? It would cripple any resistance."

He hummed then, shifting his weight sideways with the slight tilt of the helmet. "The grudge leads me to the second one. It could be thrill of the kill, just to try and take down you as a way to prove his superiority, or worse infect you to be like him. And then go after your worlds X and Zero. Not sure whatever ya want me callin' em'."

"Either way, he can not be suffered to remain a threat... It could be much worse than even I might be thinking." He motioned with one hand then, in a sort of offer. Something meant to let him choose to continue their fight, or keep it on a pause.

[futurefreedomau]

Original post for context

[jammystarscout]

flat as fuck

[mattis-flo]

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Don't apologize.

Xanti starts to open his mouth, starts to say 'sorry' again on reflex. Catching himself, the younger machine can only look sheepish for the near slip. I'm in enough trouble with you already. Adding anything more to the growing weight between them... he's not sure the dam of Psi's emotions will hold. If his own will.

"Vi was a huge help--" said with a nod, although it's hard to smile. It was nice, seeing those two work so well together. Yet the whole event had shaken them, had cast an ominous gloom over it all. "Actually, come to think of it... Vi didn't have his whole loadout when this happened." Still made it out in mostly one piece too-- a good sign, perhaps?

Wishful thinking. The younger X's hands finally leave his lap, and he gradually falls back-first on the bed as they continue.

"That's a start but I..." a sigh, as he too stares aimlessly at the blank ceiling. "...I wouldn't know how to use them well, even if we did find them." Realistically, he'd be safer, yes, but would it be that much of an edge with his inexperience in combat? "...I'd... ask you to help me get them, but then I'd... also have to ask you to teach me to use them."

A grim prospect, something neither of them truly desired. There was no world where Xanti wanted to fight, and no world where Psi wanted him to either.

"I mean... are you.... really okay with this...?"

There's a lot of anxiety that isn't said. The way his brother's eyes can't meet his own, the way he fidgets. It's guilt, too. For asking for help and for asking for compliance. Why was it that his family and friends always had a habit of digging their own graves instead of asking for a rope?

Bleeding hearts, and he was no exception.

But watching Xanti deflate, knowing that his brother would run headlong into the fray if it meant saving a few lives. Just like Cale, just like himself. Watching the younger Light bot squirm under his gaze, knowing that he hadn't shared everything that had happened. He's already done it once. Multiple times, if Zain was a factor that was included.

Damn them, for making him try again.

"Don't apologize." It's my fault for trying to change your fate. Still trying. But also apologizing because he was going to try to do something anyways, because he would be letting Psi worry for good reason. Not naivety, but necessity, at least in an altruist's eyes.

Was there anything to do? Was there a magic bullet? "You... have your Vile." There was something to be said about alternates. Even if their experiences and personalities were different, they could come to the same conclusion. "I would imagine him being there was why you guys were able to succeed, but I would take it like a double edged sword." If Vi would be able to read the Maverick, the same could be said in reverse.

"And..." He leans back in his chair with a frown, gripping the backboard as he tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling in thought. "There's at least three armor types he hasn't seen. If you can locate them, in theory they'll give you better defense if he attacks again." Hate that I have to tell you where at least one of them is, that I will.

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12 for OVER

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme™️ [Accepting] 12. Favorite book genre?

One of the first things you'll learn about Verse is that he doesn't have a favorite... anything. He'll either tell you that up front-- or on the rare occasion he's trying to seem 'personable'-- he'll list hobbies like a job resume. Even other OVER-units have struggled to connect with him in the past, the few times he's crossed paths with them.

This is par for the course when you're physically incapable of having emotions.

The closest answer I could give you is... what does he read most often? While he reads a litany of books from literal textbooks to fictional stories, he's most likely to reach for non-fiction. Biographies, research papers, and perhaps the most frequented thing in his library: Psychology. The point of reading the vast majority of the written works around him is in an attempt to understand one thing or another, but most of all... other sentient creatures.

[mikkolas]

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One had to admire the energy and enthusiasm on display. Not a single sign of worry-- just who is this girl? "I sure hope so," Proxi replies, the small fairy obviously not quite as confident in her companion's dodongo wrangling abilities. Still, right now any help is good help, and she can't afford to be picky.

As long as they keep a low profile, things should.... be.... fine...?

They certainly returned to Link's side easy enough, with not even a moblin in sight to slow them. How fortunate! Wait. "You know him?" Perhaps that shouldn't have been such a surprise given just how many timelines seemed to have a Link of their own.

Temporary? Probably???

"Er, is this a good idea..?" There's some quiet fretting from Proxi, who flutters a little closer to check on her friend. She's gently waved off, a wordless message not to worry.

The stranger's reassurances gets a bleary nod from the wounded Hylian, apparently, he finds her plenty trustworthy. Link seems to appreciate the warning, offering a faint half smile to Farore. A deep steadying breath, and he's as ready as he can be...

"Dangerous for me? Hm... I suppose, but I think I'm okay. Even if they threw a big dodongo at me, I think I'd be okay," Farore hummed. Dodngos weren't scary at all! They were just big lizards. She should find one and give it a pet. Their scales looked rough and jagged but were actually very smooth!

"Oh? Your friend is hurt, you say? Well, that's no problem. Lead the way!" Farore insisted to the fairy. Of course, Farore had a sense that one of the Triforce bearers was around, but she didn't think this fairy was connected until she was led back to Link slumped over on the ground.

Oh! Oh! She would never forget that life force! He who bore the Triforce of Courage was her chosen one.

"Oh! Well! Isn't this quite serendipitous!! You should have told me your friend was Link. I would have rushed here like the wind. This should be no problem at all!" Farore hummed. Interfering was forbidden according to Nayru, but things were a bit jumbled so the Goddess of Time and Order should make an exception for this. Gently, Farore approached, leaning over him, "Hello! You don't know me, but I know you. This little fairy asked me to heal you, so you might feel some pain as your flesh stitches itself back together and your bones reset themselves. It's temporary. Probably!"

[cirrus-grey]

Me: Yeah it's been years I can be normal about Stellar Firma now

Jenny Haufek: Guest stars in tmagp

Me, chanting: HAR-TRO! HAR-TRO! HAR-TRO!

[pandimensionalemporium]

May I interest you in some

Horrible Birds?

Gallery Prints

[docnefarious]

i love rivet and doc's fight in rift apart so much 😭

[futurefreedomau]

Hi, I like your drawings and I wanted to ask you a question: Why don't Saira and Rocky get along?

Thank you! :]

As for why they don't like each other, well look at their dad's

It's a reflection of how Sonic and knuckles would interact with each other but with a little bit more animosity.

"My dad is cooler than yours" type of shit probably

It could also be Rocky's view on Sonic entirely. Bro just brings nothing but trouble wherever he goes.

Saira hates it when people bad mouths her dad too (Daddy's girl mentality). She will get physical if she hears slander much to her dad's dismay.

Toxic Yuri idk

They're just sonic and knuckles but if they were girls that's uber attached to their dad's

[moonfurthetemmie]

I’m going take a second to tell y'all a little secret

With the addition of Shrike, I now have 9 base AUs of JMV.

Of these nine AUs, six of the Obsidians are on the 'good' side of the alignment chart. Of these six, four of them are asexual. And of those four, three are entirely sex repulsed and the third is very 'eh.' about it in general

One of the two not-ace 'Nice' ones is not ace specifically because Wheeze and I noticed a pattern emerging and went 'uh. maybe we shouldn't be making all the nice ones ace when all the evil ones aren't. that's sending a weird message about morality and sex’

In the same vein, I've been kind of thinking lately that there should be an evil one who is also ace. To sort of half-assed balance it out, and to play with an evil obsidian who's ace.

so, basically, what I'm saying is:

I haven’t decided what flavor of ace but I’m thinking it’s probably a bit like SwapFell; he’s not necessarily interested, but if he had a partner who was he’d consider it. The only wrinkle being he doesn’t really trust anyone enough for that. Except Lark and, now, Rayonnant

and just to be clear. there's Theoretical Willingness that is mandated by his sexuality, and an Actual Willingness that's mandated by trust issues and overrides Theoretical Willingness. if he got some help with those trust issues he'd probably consider it slightly more often. not a lot though he's still not that interested. you might get a kissie tho if he likes you. maybe. he's still an emotionally constipated bastard.

Anyway, this means that 5/10 of all obsidians that I know of (including og) are asexual. Half of them. The other three evil bastards (all of which are extremely Not Ace) are so goddamn confused. And frankly so are the others. Cherry and Ollie look like the outliers with everyone else being on one extreme or the other on the Asexual-Allosexual slider.

[mattis-flo]

I’m so glad I found you!!!!!

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"Not at all." Vile is nothing if not jovial, apparently unbothered by the intrusion. "If I wanted privacy I would've been working off site." And completely missed this cute guy coming through-- maybe luck was finally on his side for once.

"Pleased to meet you Ziel," he offers with a glance over his shoulder.

''Nice to be in the company of a fellow gearhead. Why don't you hangout here while you wait?" A slight pause, as the reploid realizes what he's just done. His chances of making a good first impression are going to drastically plummet the longer they're together. Don't. Say anything off putting.

The Hunter turns back to his work, disassembling the front runner for routine maintenance.

"So... how do you know Xanti?" It's not even worth trying to guess the answer with how busy the X keeps himself. Politics, community service, research.... too many pursuits to even start try to take a shot in the dark here.

"If you switch the discharge, it might be able to work as-- Oh-- But if you did it that way, you could switch the efficiency of the blast's radius and then--" He's throwing ideas before even finishing them aloud, so many choices and...!

There's hands raising for him to wait, something the Leader has heard more than once in his life time. His ears click down in embarrassment "...Ah." At least I didn't offend him. "Right. Sorry, Vi..." If the reploid's full name had bothered him-- well. It was clear it didn't.

Oh. Crap, he hadn't even thought about what he was doing. I've probably overstepped my boundaries here. Not many people appreciated someone else butting into their work. The self-reprimanding is interrupted by the Hunter's chuckle, headphones clicking uncertainly.

"I'm Ziel. Um." Ah jeez. Where were his manners? "I'm sorry if I interrupted you. That's my bad. I'll uh. I promise to not say anything more if I'm allowed to watch you work...?" Or the guy could just kick him out. Yeah. That'd probably be appropriate.