#unidentified machinery

[sw5w]

This is So Wizard, Ani

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:54:29

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #Mos Espa Grand Arena #Boonta Eve Classic #pit hangar #Padmé Naberrie #Anakin Skywalker #unidentified podrace spectator #unidentified podrace mechanic #unidentified machinery #Radon-Ulzer #620C racing engine #wizard #High Republic #Kitster Chanchani Banai

[complete-idiot-inc]

Toshiro’s Revolution.

New trailer dropped, new speculation. (Edit: more information than my guesswork exists, changing now. New Information comes from here)

Let’s jump to the most notable thing here, Toshiro’s persona.

What I initially believed was Toshiro’s transformation into a Ruler, was according to the site above the awakening of his persona. but its strange that if they would show that in the third trailer, that his eyes don't become golden like everyone else's, even the site didn't seem confidant with the Persona, treating it more like an assumption than anything else, odd.

Speaking of kingdoms, the third kingdom has been revealed, based on schools and acedemia, perhaps Shujin itself.

This is its ruler, perhaps the principal or superintendent.

There’s also this shot of a kingdom transforming while the thieves are in it.

I couldn’t discern who’s kingdom this is, but it’s interesting that it’s changing before all the thieves eyes and they are terrified by it.

Erina and Toshiro are related, somehow.

Throughout the trailer, we see shots of Erina being downed and Toshiro doing something about it, but what was most interesting to me was this.

This unidentified person, speaking in a feminine voice, is related to Toshiro, because the trailer immediately cuts to him after she’s done speaking, and with the connection the two have, I’m willing to bet this is Erina’s human self, and Toshiro’s daughter.

This is the final kingdom, the source of the new metaverse, and the home of the guy corrupting the Velvet Room.

In one of the Nyaahoo news episodes, Lavenza directly states that the Velvet Room was affected by an outside influence, hence why it’s a forge.

Both Tactica’s VR and this Kingdom are heavily based on machinery, gears and cogs in particular.

There’s also a shot of Ann and Ryuji attacking the machinery, and later one with Joker leading a group charge against a barrier of some sort, just like the fight against EMMA from Strikers.

#persona 5 #persona 5 tactica #theory #toshiro kasukabe #p5t #erina #kingdoms #rulers #lavenza p5 #velvet room

[waevrs]

ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ

Pairings: PoliceOfficer!Natasha x GN!Reader

Summary: An argument turns into a nightmare and now, who knows where you are?

Warnings: kidnapping, angst

this has not been proof read yet!

How did you get here? 

Just an hour ago you were sitting in the comfort of your own home, minding your own business, just listening to your very stressed girlfriend ramble about her day.

Oh, how things escalated from there.

You had accidentally said something or made a noise that didn’t sit right with her and that rambling quickly turned into yelling, which turned into a full-blown argument. Next thing you know, you’re outside your apartment building, taking a walk to clear your head. You didn't want to be away from her forever, just for a minute or two.

But now you’re here, all tied up, in the middle of who-knows-where with no way to contact your fiery, red-headed, police officer girlfriend.

Oh, how you wish you had kept your mouth shut and apologised instead of protesting your innocence.

You find yourself in a damp, murky warehouse with a strong odour of rusted metal and old cardboard. The room is huge and elongated, with endless rows of towering shelves filled to the brim with boxes and crates. The only light is provided by a few dim lamps suspended from the high ceiling, which creates unsettling shadows on the ground below.

Realizing you are bound and gagged and unable to move or call for aid, you try to gather your bearings. You struggle against your restraints, the cold metal biting into your skin, as panic sets in.

The only sounds in the warehouse are the odd scamper of rats and the distant hum of machinery. You attempt to yell, but the emptiness of the area drowns out your hushed cries.

You can make out movements in the shadows, faces hidden by the darkness, as you strain to see through the blackness. As you become aware that you have been abducted and are in the hands of these unidentified captors, fear overtakes you.

When you try to come up with an escape plan, you can feel your heart thumping in your chest. You are, however, defenceless and alone in this chilly, foreboding warehouse while your hands, feet, and mouth are tied. You had lost track of the time you had spent trapped within the four walls of this dingy room.

Distant mumbling can be heard from where you were all tied up, maybe from the other side of the wall, maybe not.

You were alone in this, there’s no help now.  Do your friends even know where you are? Do they even notice that you’re gone?

As you sit and contemplate in the dark, cold room, you hear a sudden commotion outside. You strain your ears to listen, trying to make sense of the sounds coming from beyond the door.

Suddenly, there is a loud crash, followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh. You can hear the muffled grunts and groans of your captors as they are beaten mercilessly by an unknown assailant.

Despite your fear and exhaustion, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sound of their punishment. These were the people who had taken you captive, who had put you through unimaginable terror and pain.

As the sounds of the beating grow louder and more intense, you can't help but wonder if justice is finally being served.

The sounds eventually fade away, and you are left in silence once again. But this time, there is a newfound sense of hope and determination within you. You know that you are not alone, that there are people fighting for you.

The door bursts open, flooding the room with blinding light, and you try to shield your eyes as a figure charges towards you.

Your heart leaps as you recognize the form of your girlfriend, a police officer who had been searching tirelessly for you. She rushes to your side, cutting your restraints with a swift and practised hand. Your girlfriend is a force to be reckoned with, and you should’ve known that she would not rest until your captors had been brought to justice.

You wrap your arms around her, tears streaming down your face as she holds you close. The feeling of safety and security floods over you, and you know that you are finally free.

As you emerge from the warehouse, you see a line of police cars and flashing lights outside. Your girlfriend leads you to safety, shielding you from the chaos and confusion that surrounds you.

She whispers words of comfort and reassurance in your ear, and you feel a sense of overwhelming gratitude for this brave and selfless woman who risked everything to rescue you.

As you are whisked away to safety, you know that you owe your life to her, and that you will never forget the courage and determination that she showed in rescuing you from the depths of despair.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #natasha x you #natasha angst #natasha fluff #natasha romanoff angst #fanction #eri's brain dumps

[kelly-clickspring]

I always forget how fun it is to paint space! Astrophel here is basically a living nebula, and I've never drawn him as such (I've done humanoid projections, but never actually explored this idea where he's more than a hallucinatory avatar). I couldn't not write a little scene to go with this, so read a short, fun little snippet under the cut!

As the ship helplessly drifts into the gravity well of the collapsing star, the captain and crew hold each other. Crying out goodbyes as the plating of the hull begins to singe: heat and radiation finally breaching the shields. Until suddenly, the relentless pull of the star ceases, as if it were gone. The ship lurches to a complete halt, leaving every crew member breathless and confounded in their expectation of death. 

“Oh my stars: brand new space explorers! I’m so glad I, uh, happened to be in the neighborhood. Can’t let this little incident stop you short of the stars,” the voice is everywhere at once, but comes from no one. The tones are ethereal and smooth as velvet, suggesting peace but giving unease as it somehow consumes all other sound to clearly resound in each crew person’s brain. 

The bridge crew sits awestruck as the fiery storm ahead of them suddenly disappears into a haze of green dust, and as if by magic, the ship materializes well outside the clutches of the powerful gravity well which nearly crushed them all into fiery oblivion. The captain’s cat-like ears bristle as they take a fiery jaunt around the bridge, searching for some source of this bizarre trickery on hundreds of monitors and feeds while the crew struggle to collect themselves. Some machinery is fried, the rest babbles garbled data which doesn't make a lick of sense. Where is the ship, the satellite, anything? They're in some cloud of unidentifiable substance drifting through space, full of strange, fluctuating energy signatures that baffle the sensors.

“SHOW YOURSELF!” The captain demands. 

“My, aren’t we brave? Giving orders to an extraterrestrial who is, well, a lot taller than you, and can project thoughts directly into your little brain is a bold move captain.” 

The furry creature’s jaw drops at the banter. Flustered, they resume their captainly facade with a huff. “Where is your ship? Where are you? And what is this nonsense?” 

“Peek-a-boo!” The voice prods with a mirthful tone, giggling at the captain’s serious insistence. 

The entire bridge crew is slammed dumbstruck at the sight that emerges from the darkness of space. The dust parts into what is the most massive eyeball any crew member has ever laid eyes on: big as the entire bridge and playfully glancing through the heavy composite view port right in front of the captain’s now stock stiff form. It's a gorgeous verdant green that glows softly, casting the bridge in otherworldly luminescence. Every crew member’s jaw is agape, and their rapidly beating hearts feel like they’ve sunken to their stomachs. In an incongruously smooth and gentle motion, the eye recedes to reveal an entire massive face, apparently made of celestial stone that softly glitters in the light from the now distant star. They’re literally in the hands of this creature: held up like tiny a toy and completely helpless. The glittering face shifts into a disgruntled expression. 

“Come now, you don’t get to be afraid after I saved you from certain doom. If I wanted you all hurt I’d have just left you to your own devices, that star could have chewed you up perfectly well if I hadn’t intervened,” the massive creature teases, it's mouth not moving at all as it speaks.

The crew loosens up ever so slightly until the massive face cracks into a playful grin, revealing astronomically large teeth like the beak of a squid. Imposing towers of stone that could pierce the hull as though it were made of bread. The sinking of dread is overturned abruptly as a soft tickle of euphoria wraps around each crew member’s consciousness. Not enough to challenge their lucidity, but calming their nerves like the beginning of an alcohol fueled buzz. 

“Gracious, I’m the first new life form you all have met if all your projected thoughts aren’t confused. Let’s skip the frightfulness, it makes me feel ill. I will make you feel better so we can have a pleasant chat,” The creature gives a playful wink. “I am Astrophel. Promise I won’t tell anyone about your little debacle, and you can test your instruments on me if you’d like! You can relax now, you’re out of harm's way. I’ll keep you safe until you’ve done necessary repairs and can get back on your way. We’ll be fast friends, and that’s exactly how I like it!”

#giant/tiny #g/t #original character #astrophel #small artist #digital drawing #oc art #g/t fluff #Clickspring Art

[kantraels]

Every Krieger is an insignificant cog in the great machinery of the Imperium, made for the glorious purpose of dying in the Emperor’s name; each life a drop in the bucket of redemption. And yet; not a single Krieger guardsman is unidentified until they leave their homeworld. None slip through the cracks, unless by the careless hand of some other member of the Astra Militarum. 

Speck Kriegers Write-Up under the cut with canon-typical trigger warnings.

Each child of Krieg is conceived in a Nativitorum, where they are watched over from conception to birth by a specially-trained midwife. Or whatever passes as a midwife in the 41st Millenium… this midwife’s responsibility is to ensure each stage of growth is met and that the child is developing correctly. Those who do not are terminated. The infant is removed as soon as all natal developmental milestones are hit. 

Children of Krieg are raised communally under the watchful eye of a caretaker. From birth to the age of four, each and every child is assessed for temperament, health, and potential. Those who will not go on to serve in the Korps are separated from their peers and funneled into different roles; menial tasks, scribing, administrative work. 

The rest begin their training. From five to eleven, the children are taught the basics of being a guardsman. Discipline and complete loyalty to the Emperor are taught alongside marksmanship, endurance training, and trench construction. More rounds of weeding are done to filter out those candidates who would not succeed in the Korps. 

From twelve to eighteen, life is akin to an endless bootcamp. Basic skills have already been taught, and now the soldiers are being kept ready for war. 

TW blatant violation of reproductive rights and bodily autonomy.

Gender is not very important on Krieg. Once somebody is a soldier, they’re a soldier. Kriegers are notorious for frigidly turning away any attempt at fraternization and are the butt of many unkind jokes; that they can’t feel, that their only love is the God-Emperor, that they don’t know what it’s like to take comfort in another, that there is in fact no difference-- mental or physical-- between a male and a female Krieger. Much of this is true. In reality, Kriegers are most comfortable around... other Kriegers.

When a female Krieger reaches menarche, most commonly around the ages of 13 and 14, they are seen by the platoon doctor. After a brief and only mildly disfiguring surgery, something as inconvenient as bleeding once a month no longer troubles them. In this way they can still contribute to Krieg’s ever-growing, ever-dying population without putting their chief duty as a soldier on pause. Kriegers never meet their children. If they do, the chance they would recognize each other is slim. 

While male Kriegers escape such mutilation, they are not spared wholly. It takes two to tango, so to say.

All of this process is clinical and removed. On Krieg exist immense family trees are recorded with precise diligence, all for the purpose of tracking each soul pledged to the Emperor’s cause and reducing accidental inbreeding of the soldiers. None of these soldiers will ever know their family tree.

Krieger Names

Or what passes for them. Once “born,” a Krieger gets an identification serial. Most Kriegers never know their full serial. Designations are passed down like jerseys as each “graduating class” moves on to the Militarum proper. When a Krieger is assigned to their first regiment, they get a fixed designation! Zed’s was Zeta-198. Following a few squad wipes and reassignments, its designation is now much longer. Zed was also a special case in that it “graduated” into the Astra Militarum far earlier than its peers, at fourteen. Of the other early bloomers that graduated with it, it is the only one to remain.

#there was art but i have decided against including it #text post #zed #darktide #veteran #death korps of krieg

[bakuliwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Back to writing pure spice. This time, for Gortash x Tav. Here's a little sneak peek of an upcoming fic I'm calling, Overflow. (18+, Minors DNI)

“What is it?” the Tiefling ventures, tail swishing in hesitant excitement. She beams, despite her confusion, simply happy to be receiving a gift. Having known one another for so many years now, Orlando is used to receiving odd trinkets or unidentifiable machinery from Enver. In their youth, he would pilfer scraps of metal and take apart clocks and other small machines in the House of Hope in order to create something entirely new. Although sometimes, he would simply rip something apart and put it back together again just to see how it worked.

He merely smirks at Orlando from where he lays in bed beside her.

“A prototype,” he answers, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out yet another silver rectangle. This one is slightly larger and narrower, sporting two buttons on its face. When Enver presses the top button, the object in Orlando’s hand starts to vibrate, causing her to gasp and nearly drop it onto the comforter beneath. Enver chuckles, pressing the bottom button and listening to the whir of the device as it increases in speed.

“A prototype for what?” Orlando nervously returns, quirking a dark brow up at her beloved.

“For something that, in the right application-” Enver begins, straining as he reaches awkwardly over the edge of the bed for something on the floor. He rummages through the pockets of his discarded robes for a moment, and when he returns, he has a new, lacy pair of underwear dangling on his index finger, “-you may very well enjoy.”

#enver gortash #bg3 #gortash x tav #tavtash #my Tav #my writing #wip wednesday #wip #I’ll start doing WIP tag games next week #I promise! #spicy #just in case #spicy implications #bg3 gortash #lord enver gortash

[savethelifeofmychild]

pretending that the loud horrible droning machinery sound coming from some unidentified location is part of an experimental noise concept album about the struggle of the soul and technology and i don't mind it so much anymore

[lunethwrites]

They hurt you because they fear you. They fear you because you're winning.

I like to think right after this Rust immediately broke out, smashed some machinery and heads, and took off in a stolen police motorcycle. In fact I think the only reason they stood still long enough to get the picture taken is because I headcanon if you try to take a picture of Rust without their permission it immediately bricks your device. Unidentifiable protester and all that. So yeah every computer in the station is dead now.

#Rust tlt #tombsonas #the living tombstone #tlt #tlt fanart #also note the fact that any identifying information has been scribbled out #in green #the quote is from the Chosen comic

[beardedblizzardstrawberry]

Grief

Wanderer X Gn!Reader

‘The most painful feeling is when a loved one is buried six feet underground, no longer breathing the same air as you. An overwhelm feel of grief is all you’re ever left with now’

W.c:1k

Warning: Mentions of death. Not proofread. 

Blizzard’s inconvenient note: This one’s a short one! I was sleep deprived so I don’t know what I wrote. One question for all. If you had the chance to grant a new name for the wanderer, what would you call him? 

Death...

Why does such topic stabs your heart with a mallet? 

Connected both of your palms, you silently pray underneath one of the many trees standing on the deserted island. Orange and red leaves snaps away from mothers’ branches. The wind taking them elsewhere as they follow. 

The nameless Wanderer stands behind you with a blank look on his face. He wonders. How do you deal with it? Why doesn’t it anger you when life has taken what’s important to you? Don’t you want to just burn everything down to ashes? Call it a joke? 

He finally snaps his thoughts when you gently call his name. The eyes you give him. You show a sense of warmth in them and he despises it. That look of those who used to be by his side. Nothing good ever comes from it. In the end, it’s all a waste. Why even bother?

“Right here is my brother. He was only six years old when he ultimately took his final breath. It’s only been a couple of years but it stays ingrained in my memory”, you said. You don’t tell much about your past to anyone. It’s simply the fact that you don’t trust anyone. The wanderer wasn’t an exception at first. When he opened up to you on the day the both of you were prepared to travel to Tatarasuna, you can’t help but feel a sense of guilt. You would’ve left him at Narukami Island but that goes against the promise you made to the Dendro Archon. Hence why you also decided to unravel your heart before him. 

“We lost both our parents to an unidentified disease. I was young and helpless at the time. Almost all of our neighbours migrated, leaving a few to fend in this tarnished land. My brother and I were one of them”

He listens carefully to whatever you have to say. In the end, it helped him push the burden off his chest when he told you about his story here. 

“When he lie lifeless on the floor of our home, I can’t describe the emotion I felt back then. I didn’t know whether its grief or...betrayal. I wanted to curse the world for it”

Tears brim your eyes as you speak without a care whether he chooses to hear you or not. It’s not the first time you’ve talked to yourself. Sniffles can be heard. He can only stand and watch you suffer from the memories you recall. He knows how you feel, deeply. In spite that, the two of you handled the grief differently whereas he became the destroyer of the world but you, you chose to be the peacemaker of this wretched world. That’s why you studied hard in Fontaine. To study about the life of human like machinery. Thinking that maybe you could bring your brother back. Thus,

It’s all just a fever dream...

Never meant for reality...

Until you met him. 

The first time the both of you laid eyes, both of you knew you wanted nothing from each other. Let alone be near each other. You were brought by one of the sages to abruptly meet with the Dendro Archon. True to her name, she knows everything about you in and out. By scoring first in this years dissertation, you were chosen to study -take care- the former Balladeer, once known as Scaramouche. 

The both of you had your petty fights. You’d admit. Mostly started because of him. However that was all in the past. The both of you learnt to set your differences aside and comply what is told. 

You study and observe him for the God of Wisdom, while he gets the chance to wander again and hone his new heart. This time not impended by the higher ups belonging to the Tsarita. 

You and the nameless wanderer explore far and wide. Immersing in the nature of what you call serene and tranquillity. Without even realising it, whenever he would cause a ruckus, whether It’d be fighting a mob or arguing humans,  you start to concern about his well being. You were beginning to care for him...

But unlike your deceased brother, the wanderer is immortal. You wonder if he feels the same way for you. What will happen if you’re no longer in this world? Does your kindness and affection reach out to him? Your body has fallen too deep into the pits of your emotion. Perhaps you wanted to give him the love that you couldn’t provide for your little brother. You didn’t need the same thing happening to him. 

The story sounds awfully similar to the boy he met centuries ago that he almost thought your brother to be that boy. But who knows, it could be his reincarnation dealing the same ending in sickness. He never displays it but he does have affection for you. Very close to how he felt for both the boy and Katsuragi. Possibly more unique. It’s just that he wishes to never return back to his vulnerable self. Never. Again. 

He doesn’t want to go through a mental break down again...

when you’re gone too...

You turn around slowly after finishing your prayers. He sees your eyes has redden and puffed up from the silent whimpers. His throat tightens at the sight. You remind him of himself and he hates it so much. Why can he conjure an image of himself at your place? For many years, he tried to walk in life as lifeless as he was made out to be. But he feels like a tin soldier who puts their hand on the left side of the chest when they are overwhelmed. 

You stroll to the Wanderer and took his hand in your grasp in which he intertwines his fingers with. The two of you continue your journey and face what awaits in the future. A howl of wind blows. Maple leaves dancing around mid air. He glances at you and his heart softens. He too wants to give you love. Something he wasn’t able to do because of the pain that derived from love. He wants to try again. After all, he’s basically a flipped leaf. 

And when you’re no longer around, he won’t act the same as a result of his previous action. Instead, he’ll be like you. As kind as you. To love like you, just as much as you did for your little brother. He’ll just accept it. Death comes after life. That’s what mortality is all about. 

Ultimately, he’ll wander again in the future. This time as a true lone wanderer without you by his side. Your mere existence becomes a recollection to him. All he can do is move forward in life while you’ll forever be remembered in his heart...

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#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fatui #genshin x reader #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin angst

[sw5w]

What About Mom?

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:13:08

The tool demagnetizer on the shelf in the top left corner was identified on page 79 of the Episode I Expanded Visual Dictionary by Jason Fry.

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #Slave Quarters Row #Skywalkers' hovel #tool demagnetizer #rack for micro-tools #Shmi's bedroom #Anakin Skywalker #coolth in-flow pipe #unidentified machinery #refresher

[solalunar-eclipse]

Sonic Boom - S3E13

Chapter title: Schrödinger's Hedgehog, Part 1

Summary: The truth about Shadow is revealed, and some problems are solved…while others are made worse. Will a team of five emotionally inexperienced people be able to do what needs to be done?

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[This episode begins without any kind of a cold open, jumping directly into the introductory sequence.]

[Shadow is not present in the part with the rest of the heroes, but their team shot is still structured as if he were there, making the absence very noticeable.]

[Instead, he appears in his old villain intro, with just his stripes and angry eyes visible. However, after a second or two, his eyes change into a much more nervous expression, and dart around briefly.]

[Then, the rest of the sequence continues, complete with the episode title at the end.]

…

When Tails had called the others, they’d all rushed into his workshop immediately, fearing the worst. “What’s wrong, Tails?” Amy had cried. Sonic, somehow, didn’t say a thing. Instead, he darted over to Shadow, clearly concerned for his rival-turned-friend.

What they found, however, was something far stranger than what they had expected.

At Sonic’s gasp, all five teammates gathered around Shadow, staring at his exposed hand. It didn’t look like anything they’d seen before—in fact, it barely resembled any of their own, except in general shape.

Starting from the middle of Shadow’s forearm, his black coloration ended and a strange silicone material began. It was a dull and semi-transparent grey (except for his arm stripe, which was pale red), with wires threaded throughout it, weaving around a central piston that extended up into the rest of his arm. His hand was made of the same silicone, and contained five segmented metal bars that extended through each of his fingers in place of the usual hand structure. They ended in five wickedly sharp steel claws that looked as though they could slice through Eggman’s badniks like they were made of warm butter.

Everyone stared until Sticks broke the silence. “He’s been replaced by a robot!” she screamed. “Who knows who they’ll come for next?!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sticks. What I want to know is, since when has Shadow had a prosthetic hand?” Amy asked, confused.

Tails frowned. “I don’t know, but however he got it, this is a seriously advanced piece of machinery. It almost perfectly mimics a real hand!”

While Amy and Tails discussed this revelation, Sonic eyed the way the piston in Shadow’s arm seemed to extend past what he could see somewhat suspiciously. Sure, maybe that was how prosthetics worked and he just didn’t know it, but something wasn’t quite adding up to him.

Running on that gut feeling, he pulled off Shadow’s other glove…

…to reveal a second synthetic hand underneath.

A momentary silence fell as everyone stared again.

Knuckles blinked. “So was Sticks right about him being replaced by a robot?”

“I don’t know about replaced, that just doesn’t feel right, but maybe…aha!” Tails exclaimed. “My scanners were calibrated to organic material, not inorganic! Let me try again.”

The entire team waited with bated breath as Tails’s machinery began to analyze Shadow one last time. The loading bar on the screen seemed almost excruciatingly slow as it ticked upwards a centimeter at a time.

And then, there was a map of Shadow’s insides for everyone to see. 

It still didn’t make perfect sense, since there were large parts of Shadow simply listed as “unidentifiable material”, but now it was perfectly clear that he didn’t have one (or even two) prosthetic arms. Shadow was, somehow, an android. An android with Ancient markings on some of his frame, to boot.

Tails looked torn between freaking out in shock and freaking out in excitement. “Chaos, that actually makes perfect sense!” 

“Uh…what makes perfect sense, bud?” Sonic asked.

“You guys remember how Shadow knew all this stuff about the Ancients—like with your mech, Sonic? Well, a while back,  Amy and I discovered that Mighton and Bolts are actually Ancient robots with ridiculously advanced AIs.”

“Oh yeah! Plus, now that I think about it, he seemed kinda awkward earlier when we were all talking about our opinions on robots.” Sonic added.

“So what I think is, since the robots of Roboken are so…lifelike, mentally, why couldn’t the Ancients have made a robot that looks like us as well as thinks like us?” the engineer finished.

“Why would they want to do that?” Amy asked. 

Tails shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe just because they could?”

“But how does any of this help us fix him?” Knuckles said, looking upset.

“Because…” the fox said proudly. “I may not know how to fix people, but I sure know how to fix robots!”

The entire team cheered at that, even Sticks.

“Alright!” Tails declared. “Guys, I need all of you to go back to Shadow’s cave and find anything that might help me fix him. Meanwhile, I’m going to hook him up to my computers and see what else I can figure out.”

“On it!” Sonic said, saluting. He rushed out the door with everybody else in tow, leaving Tails alone in the lab.

With an unconscious, highly advanced robot who also just happened to be his semi-friend. 

“This is one of the best days of my life.” he whispered.

Fifteen minutes later, once he’d managed to access Shadow’s brain wirelessly, his computer crashed.

(And so did his mood. At least temporarily.)

Tails sighed, rewiring some ports in the back so that all of his various devices could share processing power. Then, he tried rebooting it and reconnecting it to Shadow. 

Immediately, he received about twenty different error messages, including a [Files Incompatible: Open anyway?] request. 

He selected [Yes] hesitantly, and then gasped as row after row of files filled his screen. Most of them were names he didn’t even understand…because they were all written in Ancient. 

Tails scrambled for the original and translated copies of the robot manuscript that Amy had made him, hoping that he could use them as a sort of decoding mechanism for what he saw on screen. Thankfully, they did indeed make it a little easier to understand the writing—and the parts he could read were all incredible.

Shadow had an absolutely insane amount of files just for his sense of smell, let alone his optics and auditory sensors. And that wasn’t even touching his actual cognitive programming. 

Once he’d finished geeking out, Tails ran a full diagnostic of Shadow’s body, and discovered the problem. The house had fallen on him in the right position to somehow…disconnect some of his processing capability? It didn’t entirely make sense, and Tails spent the next few minutes deep in thought.

Suddenly, he came to a realization. Very slowly, he clicked on the file labeled with what he hoped was the Ancients’ version of ‘opacity’, and crossing his fingers, he turned the slider contained within most of the way down.

And with that, the entirety of Shadow’s ‘fur’ faded to the same dull, transparent grey and pale red. 

Beneath the rest of his silicone body, endless wires and metal framing lay. Even his eyelids were transparent (and Tails thought it was slightly creepy to see him staring blankly through them, if he was being entirely honest). And in the center of his body pulsed a bright blue crystal.

Looking closely, Tails could see that one of the clamps attaching a wire to the crystal had completely broken, leaving the wire detached. He knew at a glance that it wouldn’t match any of the clamp types he had—it was a completely unique make.

Unfortunately, that meant that all he could do now was wait for his friends to come back.

…

The other four were all busy searching through the boxes in Shadow’s cave, hoping to find something that matched what their engineer friend had seen inside him. Nothing seemed to fit the picture Tails had sent, though, and they were all starting to lose hope.

Sonic wandered throughout the cave, past the place where they’d found the mech. Only a little farther along, a rough bedroom was set up, and it made Sonic a little sad to see how poorly Shadow was living even compared to Knuckles these days.

Then, he noticed the corner of another cardboard box poking out from underneath the bed. Scrambling forward, he pulled it out, barely noting the carefully lettered label: Emergency Parts.

“Guys!” he yelled, already digging through the electronics. “Guys, I think I found it!” The others gathered around him just as he held up a clamp triumphantly, and Amy quickly matched it to the picture Tails had sent.

It was perfect.

Immediately, they all raced back to Tails’s workshop, the blue hedgehog making no effort to be gentle as he slammed the entire box down on the table. “Can you fix him?” Sonic asked, looking over at the android nervously. 

“I think so?” Tails said hesitantly. “I spent some time searching through his command files and found a couple things that might help.”

He pressed a button, and a section of Shadow’s silicone covering pulled back to reveal his internal wiring. Carefully, Tails pulled out the broken clamp with his fingers (since there was no tool that matched the ones the Ancients had used) and replaced it with the new one. Then, the engineer pulled out some of his most delicate tools and gently reset the wire in its housing. 

After a moment of careful inspection to make sure nothing was out of alignment, as well as a quick voltage check, Tails set the silicone covering back in place and sat back with a sigh. “We’ll just have to hope that he’ll be able to fix the rest on his own from here.” he said quietly, watching Shadow’s still body along with the others.

…

>>System malfunction: Corrected_

>>Rebooting_

Shadow gasped, sitting bolt upright. 

He took a trembling breath, out of habit more than anything else. Looking around, he saw that he was in Tails’s (currently empty) lab. He relaxed marginally at that—so he was among friends. Good. 

…Immediately afterwards, he remembered to feel embarrassed about how easy it was for him to feel safe around the other five these days.

Now then, what was he doing here? The last thing he remembered was saving that little girl from the house, and then everything went dark. As he looked around, however, he suddenly found that feeling of safety ripped right out of his head—

—when he noticed that his coloration had been dialed down to only twenty-five percent opacity. No matter whether it had happened during his injury, or afterwards here in the lab, it meant that the team knew.

As Shadow looked around with increasing terror, automatically running a self-diagnostic, he noticed that one of his clamps was registered as having been recently replaced. That must’ve been what knocked me out, he noted faintly. The most terrible part of all of it, though, was the fact that there were files filling up the entirety of Tails’s screen.

His files. The files that made up the personality of the creation named Shadow.

How long had they been looking through his head?!

Shadow terminated the connection instantly, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and fury. And here he’d thought he could trust these heroes. They’d called him their friend. He scoffed to himself furiously, ignoring the betrayed pain building up inside him. He had been a fool. 

And it was then that Tails appeared at the door.

The android bared his teeth defensively, leaping off the table and into a fighting stance.

“Guys?” Tails squeaked. “I…I don’t think Shadow’s happy with me…”

Suddenly, the rest of the team piled into the room, making Shadow take a sudden step backwards. 

“You okay, Shads?” Sonic asked worriedly.

“Do you need anything?” Amy added.

Shadow snarled at them, his shoulders hunching. “Liars. Traitors! Don’t bother pretending you all still like me.”

“What?” Tails said, his eyes widening.

“You heard what I said!” he barked. “I know you all rifled through my head like a—a storage cabinet! Did you like what you saw? Was it fun?”

“No! No, Shads, we didn’t look at anything, except what we needed to fix you! We’d never!” Sonic cried, visibly taken aback.

“Sure.” he scoffed. “As if I’d believe that now.”

And with that, he vanished.

…

The team scoured the entire island in search of Shadow, but he was always one step ahead of them. After several hours of searching, they were forced to take a break, regrouping at Amy’s house.

“How does he keep on escaping?” Knuckles sighed, currently collapsed on the couch.

Tails frowned. “As long as his power source doesn’t die, he can theoretically keep going at the same pace for as long as he wants. We just can’t match up to that kind of persistence.”

Sonic began to type on his communicator even more quickly than usual, belying his stress. “Well, we might not be able to, but I know someone a little more experienced than us who could find him.”

“Nobody’s a better tracker than me!” Sticks cried.

“You are the best tracker we have…but you’re tired right now, and we need more people with different skills to find him.” Amy pointed out.

“Fine.” the badger huffed. “So who’s he calling?”

Sonic watched his communicator intently as three flashing dots appeared on the messaging app. “Someone who owes me a favor.”

Several minutes later, Vector kicked the door open. “Never fear, the Chaotix Detective Agency is here!” he cried.

“Agency?” Amy asked skeptically. “There’s only one of you.”

Vector smirked. “Well, sure. Last time you saw me, there was! But I’ve been asking around, putting up some ads on ConnectIn, and I managed to find these guys!” He stepped aside to reveal a chameleon dressed in stereotypical goth clothing and a hyperactive bee.

“He didn’t actually find either of us on ConnectIn.” the chameleon added. “I sought him out, and he just stumbled upon Charmy over there by pure chance.”

“Ohhhh wow, are you guys the heroes Vector told me about?” Charmy gasped, flying all around them excitedly. 

“Yeah, they are. But right now we’re on the job, got it, pal?” Vector said, gently pulling the kid back to his side.

“Got it!” Charmy chirped (and then immediately grinned at the team the moment Vector looked away).

“Yeah, so this is Charmy, our resident scout, air support, and mascot,” Vector explained, “and this here is Espio. He’s got some cool ninja skills, so he helps me out too. A lot, if I’m being honest.”

The chameleon promptly turned invisible, making the other five gasp. “So cool…” Knuckles whispered. 

Espio then reappeared, now with a slight blush on his face. “Thanks.” he said quietly.

“Now then, just sit back and relax!” Vector said cheerfully. “We’ll find your guy in no time, I promise!”

…

‘No time’ turned out to be exactly three hours and twenty-two minutes. During that time period, Amy managed to stress-bake two batches of banana muffins, Tails and Knuckles half-heartedly played a board game, Sticks was busy hiding the banana muffins in various ‘apocalypse caches’, and Sonic wore a circular hole in the rug.

All five of them nearly hit the roof when the Chaotix called Sonic’s communicator.

“Hey, Sonic!” Vector said. “Listen, we found your guy, but we have one tiny problem.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Sonic asked, his foot tapping rapidly.

Espio appeared in the picture. “He’s camped out in an old Ancient ruin, and he’s switched all of the defenses on. I was the only one who could get within forty feet without laser cannons trying to blast me to bits.”

“And we didn’t sign up to get blasted to bits!” Charmy chimed in.

“I, uh, I hope this won’t affect our payment?” Vector added hopefully.

“No way!” Sonic said hurriedly, eager to get on with things already. “I called you guys in to find him, not to bring him back here. Just send us the coordinates and we’ll call it all square, okay?”

Vector grinned. “It’s been great doin’ business with ya, Sonic! If you ever need something found again, just remember us and we’ll help you out!”

In the background, they could hear Charmy singing something that sounded an awful lot like “Team Chaotix! They’re detectives you want on your side!”

“Thanks so much, Vec. See ya!” Sonic said, signing off.

“Alright.” Amy said, punching a fist into her other hand. “Now all we have to do is get Shadow back.”

“That’s easier said than done.” Tails said, looking nervous. “I just got the coordinates, and this is a temple nobody’s even discovered before. It could be really dangerous.”

“Oh yeah? We can handle dangerous!” Knuckles said cheerfully.

A montage ensues in which the team prepares for the ordeal ahead. Tails gathers up all of his equipment, while Sticks does the same with their homemade monitoring devices. Amy smashes a few targets with her hammer, Knuckles practices his burrowing form, and Sonic adds some extra sports tape to his ankles.

Then, the scene cuts to the team approaching the ruins. They smile confidently and begin to charge in an epic slow motion shot—only to end up screaming and running back in the other direction when the laser cannons start firing.

“Alright, scrap the ‘Epic Hero Entrance’ plan.” Sonic wheezed. “Tails, you go ahead and disable the cannons. The rest of us can wait until you’re done.”

The fox dashed across the field, his tails whirring at top speed. After a few tense minutes, in which he was forced to work while plastered against the wall to stay in the cannons’ blind spots, he stuck out his hand with a thumbs-up as the machinery deactivated.

Knuckles inched out onto the field carefully, and when he wasn’t immediately turned into a scorch mark, the others followed behind him. Tails managed to open the doors not long after they reached his position, and they all braced themselves for the trials ahead. 

Next up was a…completely empty hallway?

At least, it seemed that way until Sticks held up their hand, sniffing the air warily. After a moment, they blew chalk dust into the hall, revealing the laser beams that crisscrossed the way forward. Carefully, the badger dodged each and every beam until they made it to the other side, their foot automatically pressing a panel that deactivated the beams.

After that, there was a memory matching puzzle that ended up being solved by Amy, which took her a few tries to get right. As soon as she finished, she did a quick celebratory dance—before remembering that she was supposed to be the serious one, and if any of you think about mentioning that ever again, first remember the ten out of ten targets I hit with my hammer earlier. 

Then, they were faced with a few riddles that Knuckles got right with his oddly specific riddling skills, and then (of course) a giant labyrinth with about twenty different hallways spiraling off it in every direction imaginable. Yes, that did include one pointing directly upwards. Sonic sped through each and every path until he found an exit that didn’t lead to a pit of flames, a pit of snakes, a spike trap, a pit of piranhas, or any other kind of murder-inclined pits. Then, he shot off a guided flare that Tails had provided to show the way, and the rest simply followed the glowing trail directly to him.

Carefully, they all lined up, staring down into the darkness ahead. A faint light emanated from the end of the hall, showing them the way they hoped would lead to their missing friend.

[screen fades to black]

[This time it’s Tails complaining. “Aw, come on! Another cliffhanger? We’re almost to the best part!”]

[roll credits]

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic boom #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #sticks the badger #sonic boom: ancient secrets #sol's fanfiction #i hope the payoff was worth it! a big congratulations to quartzite49 for being the only one to guess the truth... #but i'll ask the same question here that i asked on ao3 #when would you like the next chapter to go up? #would you like it to be posted sooner #but have a longer wait for the one after? #or would you prefer equal spacing? #let me know and i'll take your thoughts into consideration! #and as always #thank you for reading!!

[raventroll80]

I don't actually know, like, anything about your oc's. Give me a primer on 'em so I can start forming silly little headcanons about them?

Thank you so much for the ask!

I have a few ocs from a couple different things so I’m gonna organize them by the thing they’re connected to. (This is going to be a really long post, sorry)

The Troll Doomguy Au

(honestly I need to think of a proper name for this lol)

Things are a little messy and all over the place time wise as I didn’t originally plan for this to become a full on fic.

Slayer (the aforementioned troll Doomguy)

Roughly 15 feet of angry troll who also has a habit of eating the demons.

Cropped his ears at some point to make them look vaguely human, almost docked his tail but chose not to after seeing some now probably extinct species of demon use their tail as a weapon.

From the events of 2016 and prior he had the Meathook on his tail but put it on his shotgun after the attachment was ripped off by a certain grudge holding Cyberdemon.

In the events of Eternal it’s been replaced with a mace and has a more limited range.

He’s pretty smart despite what most people think, it’s just that a lot of his problems can genuinely be solved with Incredible Violence.

Has a very hazy recollection of the events of Doom 1993 and anything before that is even more hazy due to him repressing those memories.

He did have a wife and kid (stepson) who he loved dearly but lost them during an “accident”

Despite all this he’s actually pretty chill!

He tends to get easily attached to people who aren’t as easily afraid of him.

Considers Valen as family despite Valen himself not really knowing.

Mim Digsby

In the events of A Beast on Mars, Mim is the last human alive in the Mars Facility.

5,4 gremlin of a person who likes to take apart machinery in their spare time.

They’re a miner and mechanic who usually works with excavation equipment, and has clearance to work with mining gloves.

Started the trend of saying thank you to VEGA whenever one of the drones did something helpful or brought supplies. (This is also what got them their mechanic training after VEGA did some light string pulling)

Has punched a foreman for trying to make people continue mining in an unstable tunnel.

Used to be in a relationship with an Elite Guard prior to their “promotion” but things didn’t really work out after, but the two are still friends.

Is on Mars as part of a “criminal rehabilitation program”. Their license expired on their way moving back to Massachusetts and got arrested after getting into a fight with some rich dude at a bar.

VEGA (my take on Vega at least)

Plant enthusiast, he thinks they’re neat. Slayer was more than happy to give him a section of the greenhouses for his own personal garden.

Didn’t like Slayer at first due to how aggressive he seemed to be towards the equipment of the facility and was worried he’d end up harming any possible survivors.

Quickly found out he truly means best for the survivors of the invasion and also feels sympathetic towards Slayer after finding out the little bits of memory he does have regarding the UAC.

He’s pretty sure if he was capable of getting headaches he’d be getting them daily from Slayer trying to do something stupid i.e trying to fist fight a demon twice his size.

Keeps a list of all the things he’s caught Slayer eating that he probably shouldn’t be.

This list includes: excessive amounts of demons, Gore Nest remains, garbage from a cafeteria, an unidentified Argenta plant, dirt, Hellgrowth, and “mystery meat”.

Derrin Willams (Troll au Intern)

Used to own rats, but they passed away prior to the invasion.

Tech support for the ARC but also just helped out wherever needed.

Liked reading about the Slayer and Argent D’Nur and found him fascinating and was genuinely ecstatic to meet him. (He really wants to see a withrin)

Still gets spooked by Slayer from time to time, but has managed to spook him back.

Surprisingly good with a gun and can at least hold his own against zombies and like a singular imp scout

(Not really a personality fact but his last name comes from my blind ass mistaking the numbers on his uniform as the word William or Willams)

There are other characters and ocs I plan to appear in the au but I haven’t gotten there and burnout is making things hard in general, oof. I’ll probably do up a bigger one of these specifically for the troll au in the future.

Stowaway Mer au

I’m doing the Mer au version of Stowaway mostly because there’s significantly more stuff for it (see nearly 30 drawings and like 6 chapters for one au). But honestly it’s pretty far removed from Doom and I might rework it into its own thing… which means redesigning nearly 30 sea demons….

Em Barbatus

5,3, Former Canadian

Ace

Loves horror movies and practical effects.

Lived with her “aunty” Nihm in an apartment in Port Murlow prior to moving into the Old Taggart house with Flynn.

Works at a bait shop and Mr. Grimmar’s Occult Shop.

Training to be a mortician at the mortuary the Mr. Silas Grimmar owns.

Owns some homemade ghost hunting equipment and occasionally mucks about old abandoned places with her friends looking for ghosts.

Occasionally helps out at the local theatre’s costume department

Has committed the third least amount of crimes out of the main cast of the mer au

Hobby of beach combing and diving for junk in Taggart Bay.

Seth (technical Seth Willams in regular Stowaway)

The token mer of the mer au lol

Looks like a mix of leopard and Port Jackson shark and is from the Indo Pacific and southern Pacific Ocean (he is very fucking lost)

Needs glasses but can’t exactly get any as he’s a fish man.

Has a fear of the open ocean and orcas and does not enjoy long travels between the reefs an kelp

Has a fascination with human technology and history and enjoys exploring shipwrecks with his siblings. Though after a bad experience with some humans he is somewhat distrustful of them.

Has no clue how the hell he ended up in the Atlantic.

Has committed the least amount of crimes… so far

Flynn Taggart

Looks intimidating but is actually pretty chill

Moved to Port Murlow following his discharge from the military for various reasons.

Has many fond memories of his visits there when his grandfather lived in it, though he still doesn’t like the basement even now that he’s older.

Starting to show signs of selective mutism and is learning sign language because of it. He also isn’t a fan of eye contact anymore after the mountain incident.

Has a picture of Daisy in his wallet and is looking into getting her certified as an emotional support animal.

Recently gotten a job on a fishing boat and already doesn’t like his boss.

He inherited the house from his now missing grandfather Keen.

Doesn’t like being alone in the house

Tied with Vega for the second most crimes committed in the au (this wasn’t intentional I realized how many of the characters have committed crimes in this like halfway through the month)

Speaking of Vega

Vega Triton

Has a degree in marine biology and is currently studying a newly discovered species of bioluminescent algae he named Vegastella scriptorseintillais

Vega is the second oldest person living in the Old Taggart house.

Used to work with Dr. Hayden and Pierce but after an accident that left many researchers including Olivia dead Vega and Samuel had a dispute which left the two very bitter with each other.

He blames himself for the aforementioned accident.

Vega moved into the old Taggart house after realizing that living on a cave connected to another cave containing hallucinogenic algae is not good for his mental and physical health.

Nihm Barbatus

Freelance security guard and one Em’s mentors.

Met Em during one of her contacts on a cargo ship that had left Canada.

Made friends with Flynn when he was briefly a freelance security guard, and was the one who told Em that Flynn was looking for roommates.

Friend of the Grimmar couple.

She also has a large extended family and plans to bring Em with her to the next family reunion.

Silas Grimmar

Port Murlow’s goth grandpa

7,3 and build like a coffin

Been happily married to his husband Hiram for many, many years.

Runs the local mortuary and an Occult shop

A jovial old man who often volunteers at the local theatre.

Graduated with a degree in mortuary science and occult studies from Miskatonic University.

Tea drinker

Hiram Grimmar

Silas’ husband and owner of the antique store across the street from Silas’ occult shop.

Has an archeology degree and is a retired archeologist.

Met Silas when his team needed to consult someone on some artifacts they had dug up.

Coffee drinker.

#ohgod this turned out a lot longer than I was expecting #I should probably make that mer au it’s own thing #but oh dear god I’ll have to redesign so many sea demons #the goblin answers #long post #the goblin speaks #troll! doomguy au #stowaway mer au #I should do a character line up for these #I just realized that this is technically all just doom related ocs though the mer au is straying real far from doom

[moiravim]

Peculiar

Takes place after Doctor Strange 2016🥰

Fluff!!! TW: mention of death

Summary: yn, a magical being, meets and falls in love with Stephen Strange

In the operating room, Stephen Strange was occupied with a challenging procedure. He was attempting to save the life of his patient when all of a sudden the lights flickered and the machinery broke down. He exerted every effort to save the patient, but sadly, he was unsuccessful.

Stephen, distraught and worn out, left the operating room and went to the hospital's rooftop to meditate. You use your Mysterious powers to appear next to him seemingly out of thin air as he looked up at the night sky. Your face was lit up with a beautiful smile.

You had received your powers when you were just a small child. You had no idea where they came from or how you got them. All you knew was that now you had them.

"Stephen Strange, good day. I've heard a lot about you," you remark.

Surprised, he inquired, "How do you know my name."

You look into his deep eyes and respond, "I know everything about you. But for the time being, call me YN. Although I can be untrustworthy at times, I've come to add some clarity to your life."

Stephen was mesmerized by your assurance and allure. "How could you have discovered me on the roof?" he questioned. You responded , "I followed what appeared to be a very strong cosmic connection signal."

You bother discovered that you had a lot in common as you conversed. The two of you had both been through a significant deal of hardship and suffering, had lofty goals, and desired to have a constructive influence on the world.

You urged Stephen to maintain his composure and not allow the passing of his patient to demoralize him.

You clarified that what was important was that he was doing all he could to change the world. Your intellect, your unwavering attitude, and your warm personality astounded Stephen.

He talked to you until the early hours of the morning despite the cold night. After shaking hands and saying thank you for the enjoyable talk, Stephen had parted ways but not before expressing a desire to run into one another again.

From that point forward, you progressively merged into each other's life, supporting one another in overcoming the unidentified forces that threatened the world's good people. You formed a relationship of trust and respect for one another as they journeyed across other realms.

#marvel x reader #marvel #doctor strange multiverse of madness #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #stephen strange x yn #fanfic #fluff

[mentaly-british-biologist]

TF2 PLAYABLE CAHARCTER LORE:

Okay, so just some context. Mann Co is a business organisation that runs most other companies in the world. Everything was shared equally between two brothers/heirs to the corporations power and money, apart from one thing in particular. A gravel pit.These two brothers, known as Redmond and Blutard Mann wanted to overachive and be better than one another, so decided to hire mercenaries to fight for this land. This original team, founded between 1800-1850's was comprised of Billy the Kid, Stonewall Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, Alfred Nobel, John Henry, Nikola Tesla, Sigmund Freud, Davy Crockett, and Fu Manchu. They would take the roles of the mercinaries like so:

Scout: Billy the Kid (1859 - 1881)

Soldier: Stonewall Jackson (1824 - 1863)

Pyro: Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

Demoman: Alfred Nobel (1833 - 1896)

Heavy: John Henry (Folk Hero)

Engineer: Nikola Tesla (1856 - 1943)

Medic: Sigmund Freud (1856 - 1939)

Sniper: Davy Crockett (1786 - 1836)

Spy: Fu Manchu (Fictional Villain)

These people would battle with others with similar weapons, stature, and power until they would eventually get too old to fight.After this, the two brothers soon realised that they may die prematurely before the battle could end, so asked for personal commissioned machinery designed to keep them alive for longer. [[This will be elaborated in the plot later, this stuff is kinda important.]]Okay, now the old team is dead. Time for the new ones. 1930's mercs were probably the most advanced out of all of the mercs, with the 1850 mercenaries looking like they've been pulled off the streets to fight, and the 1970 mercs looking like a mix of the two old teams designs. Everyone has some sort of camo on them apart from their engineer, who possibly be Fred Conagher, the father of the Engineer we know and love. Fred Conhager, in particular, may be the same man who created the machines keeping the Mann brothers alive, but we are currently unsure. The next generation, and the one we know today is the 1970's team. This consists of:

Scout- Jeremy

Soldier- Jane Doe

Pyro- Unknown

Demoman- Tavish Finnegan DeGroot

Heavy- Mikhail

Engineer- Dell Conagher

Medic- Mr. Ludwig

Sniper- Mick Mundy (Adoptive name)

Spy- Unknown

Along side them is Ms.Pauling and The Administrator. I'll list out characters as shown, one by one.

**SCOUT**

Full name is unknown, so we'll stick to Jeremy. He was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, USA. He is the youngest of eight children, and so constantly looks for attention. Can't read, but can run extremely fast. Seems that a specific brand of fizzy drink, known as Atomic Bonk can make him much faster. Dies in the comics and goes to heaven, whete he is told he was God's gift to all women, and was sent back to earth to 'get laid' [[This is the comics words, not mine]]

Has a tattoo of tom jones with the words 'S€X BOM' on it [Told you he couldn't read] and is canonically Spy's son. Has a crush on Ms. Pauling.

**SOLDIER**

His name may not even be Jane Doe. Because those are USA and UK placeholder names for unidentifiable corpses. [[Jane Doe as a woman]] Is a God-fearing patriotic Midwest American. Despite his role in the team, he has not once been in a war situation. He just got to the frontlines in WW2 and started blowing up Germans. He has lead poisoning, although we're not sure if that's why he's like this, he is extremely aggressive and has a special move called 'rocket jumping' where he can fire a rocket at his feet, shooting him into the air. It doesn't hurt him however, because he doesn't think it will [[So stupid he bends nature's laws at will??!?!?]] He was also roommates with a wisard called Merasmus. Merasmus kicked him out, and tom jones became his new roommate.

Soldier kills tom jones. For no reason. Soldier is also in love with Heavy's sister, Zhanna.

**PYRO**

Whoo boy, this is a confusing one. We do not know Pyro's gender, where they're from, or even if they are a person. We do know that many characters refer to Pyro as he/him, but Soldier does have a suspicion that they might be a woman. He may be schizophrenic, or it could be their optical mask, but he sees the battle as a fluffy arena filled with unicorns and lollipops. However, they do have the capacity to be very much enraged, and cut off Soldier's hand once when in a car with Demoman and Ms. Pauling.

**DEMOMAN**

Drunk. Born in Ullapool, Scottland. His parents were Tilly DeGroot and her husband who we don't know , whom both are blind. Demoman was put up for adoption by them after being bad at blowing things up. He would eventually find a book called 'The Bomonicon' [[I hope i wrote that right]] with a mischievous spirit inside. Once he had opened the book, the spirit inside made it's way to his eye, haunting his eyesocket, and making him lose said eye. He then blows up his adoptive parents while trying to hunt for the loch ness monster, then gets taken back by his original parents. His mother keeps asking him to get a job, even though he makes 3 million+ a year. Loves alcohol. Like, really loves alcohol, so much so, that when he eats normal food, his body thinks it's been poisoned. After an extensive time away from alcohol, his body turns his stomach into a makeshift distillery, fermenting bone marrow into alcohol. This alcohol in particular is so strong, it gives blood-sucking robots [[Don't ask]] alcohol poisoning. Can also do something similar to Soldier by 'Stickybomb jumping' that also takes no damage, due to him being too drunk.

**HEAVY**

Heavy was born in Russia sometime around WW1. His father was an anti-revolutionary who opposed the Communist uprising, so he was executed and Heavy's family put in the gulag for three months before it was burnt down in 1941 and all the guards tortured to death. Yeah, you heard me right, the gulag. He has three sisters called Zhanna, Yana and Bronislava. His mothers name is currently unknown to us. His weight is the same as his HP: 300. He is quite a nice guy when it comes to his teammates and gives even more affection to his guns, who of one he has a case at the end of his bed for. This gun in particular is named Sasha, of which he is very possessive and which weighs 150 kilograms and fires $200 custom-tooled cartridges at 10,000 rounds per minute. He also reveals that it costs $400,000 to fire his weapon for 12 seconds. Heavy has named all of his primary weapons, basic Minigun being Sasha, Tomislav being Svetlana, Brass Beast being Oksana and Huo Long Heater being Sheila. He was also the first in the team to have the experimental ubercharge operation and survive, making him bulletproof. Also sandvich.

**ENGINEER**

Known as Dell Conagher, this man has eleven PhD's. Yes, you read that right. ELEVEN. He was born in Bee Cave, Texas, USA, and may or may not be related to one of the previous mercinaries in the classic team. Apart from this, he has created machines like teleporters [[Don't put bread in them]], sentries, and dispensers that he can place around the battlefield to help his team. He is friends with Pyro, and seems to understand them, despite their speech being muffled. One of the only few to help The Administrator with her Australium-Age related problem, and answered the phone for her when she died once.

**MEDIC**

Okay, this will be too long if I go into detail. This is quickfire. Mr. Ludwig was born in Stuttgart, Germany and has little regard for the Hippocratic Oath. He is insane. He loves doves, especially his most beloved one, Archimedes. Managed to get into contact with the devil and made a deal that would cost his soul. We do not know what he had sold his soul for, but the chances it was for his medical 'discoveries' is quite high. Managed to steal an entire skeleton and got away. Lost his medical licence soon after this. While giving his teammates surgeries, stole all of their souls and surgically added them to his own soul. During a Halloween party, he was caught off gaurd by a mugger. After knocking him out, he then put the muggers brain in a pumpkin.This would later help him out. Re-hired to aid the 1930 Classic team for a new leader, *Grey Mann*. When sniper was shot down by the classic's heavy, he brought him back to life an hour later with the help of a blue whale's pineal gland directly into his brain stem. The entire surgery cost about 1.3 billion dollars. Classic heavy, after seeing this, crushes his favourite dove, Archimedes. He also brings his bird back to life. After this, classic heavy and Medic get into a fight. Heavy shows up, only for classic heavy to shoot Ludwig twice in the chest. After quickly swindling the devil by giving him another soul for a pen, he comes back to life, and then pretends it is an inducer that would make classic heavy give birth to three healthy baby baboons, due to the three baboon uterus's he had placed inside him during a surgery [[I'm confused too, don't worry]] Classic heavy belives the bluff, giving Heavy enough time to take him down. after that, he takes out the real inducer and claims that the human body could only generate two at the most.

**SNIPER**

He is Australian.

Except, he isn't. He's a New Zealander.

New Zealand is Atlantis btw.

His adoptive name is Mick Mundy, although his real first name is Mun-dee, like his real mother and father, Bil-Bel and Lar-nah, making his real name Mun-dee Mundy. New Zealand is underwater due to the fact that the geniuses wanted to isolate themselves from the rest of the world. After being shot out of the country in a Krypton-Superman-Spacepod style fashion, he is adopted by Jonathan Mundy and his wife Mrs. Mundy in Australia. He then becomes skilled in shooting from afar. In the most previous comic, he dies. Medic brings him back to life, and he immediately attacks him, asking why he was the last person he saw before bleeding out. Yeah, he also pees in a jar and throws it at people as a weapon, so... yeah. Also, golf trophy.

**SPY**

Not much is really known about his past but all that is known is that he was born in France in an unknown region. It's a mystery on how he became a master spy and a master of disguise as no one knows if someone trained him or he rather he trained himself. We do know however, that he is Scout's father. He seems to hate everyone and everything, and may or may not have lung cancer due to how many cigarettes he smokes. He is snarky, witty, and cocky, some of these traits are shared with Scout also. He got shot in the kneecaps when a plan in the latest comic, and Sniper saved him by shooting the guy who did it. He also disguised as Tom Jones when Scout was dying, and for the first time, directly called him son. He wears a custom tailored Louis Crabbermaché suit, is valued at $10,000, and has his own smoking room within the base.

I made this all in the Undertale server. Don't ask.

This took me three days to do.

#team fortress two #tf2 #tf2 lore #tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE DOWN GIVE ME LIKES OR ELSE

[hiddentrails7]

TW for descriptions of violence and gore.

Just some 2am horror-themed writing... don't mind mee

Test 12- The Addition.

[A click is heard as the video begins, shown from the camera assumedly on the forehead of the body. The view is of a square-shaped room; littered with torn and broken machinery. The camera moves with the head, looking around the dimly-lit room. A masculine voice can be heard muttering.]

■■■■: Jeez… this isn't what I had in mind when that guy said they needed help testing…

[Suddenly, a loud buzz. The camera perks to see a door on the other side of the room slowly start to open. Shadows drift into the room, purple flecks of light coming off of the mist.]

■■■■: Whoa, what the fuck…

[The camera steps back as the Sable staggers into the room– its arms bound by sleeves and buckles and patches of its hair pressed against its skull by white metal sheets that encompass portions of its head. Two bare, metal appendages can be seen on its back, wing-like in appearance. The Sable seems to be struggling with the weight of the metal.]

■■■■: Wha… What is that thing?

[Its head snaps up to look at the camera, who flinches with a startled gasp. The heavy breathing of the Sable can be heard as the bladed plumes slowly start to spread, clicking and creaking audibly.]

■■■■: H-Hey, quit that! Hey!

[The camera blurs for a moment as it turns toward the observation window to the high left. The figures inside are unidentifiable. The camera is quick to look back at the Sable as it starts to creep toward them.]

■■■■: Shit! Get back!

[The camera backs away but doesn't get far before stopping. The pants of the Sable mix with snarls– a low, savage noise. It moves like a dazed predator– swaying with every step toward the camera.]

■■■■: Ugh… No no no, please! Don't do this! Ple—

[The camera's voice is cut off by its own shout of fear, the metal hands of the Sable's new appendages flashing out to grasp the camera's neck. It hits and bashes the camera against the steel wall, and a glint of purple light can be seen against a blade before it sinks into the camera's torso: a strangled cry of pain coming from the camera. The sound of blades entering in and out of wet flesh can be heard; unpracticed and frantic as it rips and cuts and bludgeons.]

[The camera falls to the floor, causing the footage and audio to shudder as it's thrown off its body by a particularly harsh strike to the head. The Sable's new appendages throw the mutilated corpse to the floor before falling to its knees; the metal parts of its apparatus still spread above it. It heaves and shivers, quietly but desperately calling to the Immaculate.]

End of Footage.

#ive never written something like this before but i was inspired at 2am #logs #final fantasy vii #ff7 #nero the sable #inspired by analog horror

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I've Got An Idea, Why Don't We Make Snowmen Out Of Beef? [CWs apply]

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Content warnings for graphic depictions of violence, insects, and mutilation.

Angstpril Day 5 - Rise from the ashes

“O-Obi-” 

His chest spasmed, his breath hitching as burning waves of molten steel poured over him. It felt as if someone were tearing his torso apart, the smell and taste of blood and smoke entangling his senses.

“-Wan, I- I don’t want t-to die, Obi-”

“You’re not going to die, dear one,” Obi-Wan reassured him, but tears pricked at his eyes despite the soothing words. 

“You already have.” 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a looming figure, as dark and intangible as smoke at night, wavering and oscillating where it stood, an abyss flickering in and out of existence with flashes of iridescent static. Anakin’s blood-blurred vision sharpened as his attention to the creature, outlined as it was with dimly glowing embers that flashed like fireflies and bedecked a rough outline of something undefinable.Its eyes, the color of an extinct star’s ghostlight, pierced through the fabric of reality, drawing him in, drawing itself out, narrowing the universe until it was just them, just Anakin and this horrid phantom. 

“W-What?” He whispered, blood dripping from his lips.

Obi-Wan turned to where Anakin was gazing, his eyes betraying his fear, uncertainty, and confusion.

The figure tilted its head to the side, the bored intensity in its eyes never changing.

“You already have,” the figure repeated.

“I don’t- I don’t understand.”

“Who are you talking to, dear one?” Obi-Wan asked, turning back to Anakin. Could he not see it?

“Please, Anakin - save your breath, please.”

“Can’t you hear it?”

All at once, the sounds of battle vanished. The shouts and screams and sobs of his men disappeared, and a moment later the battlefield was empty. The roaring of engines and the echoing noise of blaster fire ceased, and the dogfights that had been raging mere seconds before were replaced by a blank gray sky devoid of all features. There were no marching footsteps, no noise from the coms, no thud of bodies of flesh or steel hitting the ground - nothing except the distant buzzing of flies, or perhaps a bone saw. Machinery he couldn’t identify beeped and trilled and shrilled sharp alarms, and an animal was bellowing out in sheer agony, and the saws, for it was most definitely saws he heard, as the audio he heard sharpened around him, the saws were deafening, a cacophony that complimented the animal cries in a horrid concert of noise.

Anakin choked, the taste of hot iron growing sharper as he clawed at Obi-Wan, desperately trying to sit up. 

“Dear one, Anakin, please- calm down, you’re making it worse, Anakin-”

“Can’t you see it?” 

The colors all washed out, bleeding from their outlines and into oblivion, leaving monochromatic hues of black, white, and innumerable grays to take their place. The outlines of clones and droids and tanks and debris at the farthest end of his field of vision melted like paint being washed away, collapsing into puddles of sludge that dissipated into the ground or evaporated into the air, the ripple of disappearance charging closer and closer to him. Bodies and heaps of scrap and friends and foes and everything around him, even Obi-Wan, vanished as the tidal wave of nothingness reached him, passing over him and washing over him, leaving his entire body feeling numb and needled. Out in the distance, in the now-empty battlefield, he saw a bloodied surgical table, and an unidentifiable something on that table, and a variety of carrion-eating birds and corpse-feasting insects swarmed around it. The buzzing he heard was, at one moment, from the dark swarm of flies that hung around in thick clouds, only for the image of a bone saw lowering into his open chest cavity to appear and disappear in his mind like a flickering image on a screen with poor connection. A vulture dug its beak deep into the thing’s core, and Anakin screamed as he felt something tear into him. Eyes rolling back into his head, he thrashed, but he could not move, paralyzed where he lay, the cold ground feeling like metal beneath him. He screamed and screamed, but his voice came out weak and raspy, his lungs barely getting any oxygen, beastly groans and primal cries that sounded inhuman replacing the shrieks. Shaking, Anakin whimpered as he gazed up at the sky with wide, watery eyes, the white horizon encircled by darkness, dividing itself into three rows of three smaller sections, a blinding light encased by cold steel, hanging over him, illuminating a vile and repulsive tangle of wires and machinery splattered with blood, his blood, piercing through bone and flesh, replacing his vital systems. He could see the reddened glint of his own bones, off to the side, laid upon a tray of gore and stolen organs, and an unfamiliar armored arm attached to him, and sanguine-spattered chains tying it down, restraining it to the now rust-colored table. 

Inorganic fingers clasped his head, turning it to face straight up, back into the light of what had been a normal sky a few short minutes ago. 

Slowly, tortuously slowly, the light was eclipsed by a dark helmet, blotted out by a shadowy mask with the glint of numerous needles inside of it. Helpless to fight the grip of the droids, his body weakened by trauma and blood loss, his mind shaken and confused, the black helmet lowered onto his face, the massive wing of a condor wrapping around his skull, a swarm of dark insects enclosing him. Needles dug into his skin, pierced his face, sliced through skin and flesh, grazed bone, and sunk teeth and beaks impossibly deep. Entombed by armor, fire overtook him, and Anakin Skywalker faded back into that empty, silent, monochromatic battlefield, alone and uncertain, haunted by the memory of an event he had no context for, the memory of an event he could not possibly comprehend. Eternally abandoned in his own mind, he could do nothing but lay there, forever caged in the far recesses of his own consciousness, confused and trapped and isolated. 

Far, far away from the remnant of Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader rose from the ashes left behind.

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