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Could you explain the confusing history of the Uniend Sharkticons to us?
Dear Sharkticon Speculator,
Oh dear, I suppose I should do, given the apparent confusion is largely my fault.
During the Age of Evolution, as later scholars have named it, a plethora of Cybertronian life emerged onto Cybertron's surface. While most of my kin preferred to study those whose forms more closely resembled our own, I found myself watching over the Predacon and Insecticon breeds that arose from the Well. The others viewed them as little more than beasts, but they were possessed of an uncommon intellect, and a canny curiosity that was often confused as baser instinct. I taught them science and art, which they absorbed voraciously.
Unfortunately, that all came to an end with the Great Cataclysm, when meteors and radiation threatened to strip the world bare. While the smaller humanoid-robots that became modern day Cybertronians were able to survive, and many Insecticons retreated into the core for protection, the Predacons were unable to escape the devastation.
And so, I intervened.
Telling not even my kin, I gathered together as many of the Predacons as I could, along with some Insecticons, and loaded them onto Titans. While the world was stripped of its protective magnetosphere, we escaped, diving into the void of space, to find a new world where they might survive, or even prosper.
And we found it, in the far-off Lenocinium Velnero System, a world of sea and archipelagos rich in energon. There the Predacons, many of whom already had aquatic alternate modes, took to the waters. The Insecticons didn't take long to follow suit, exploring the depths of their new world, which they soon named Aquatron.
Over the millennia, the Predacons and Insecticons adapted even further, becoming Sharkticons, Leviacons, Lobster-bots, Piranhacons, Eelcons, Allicons, Croctobots, Cleaners, Shrimp-bots, and other specialized forms. They created their own societies, rising and flourishing with the tides, while I retreated into the Realm of the Primes. I did, however, leave behind one of the blades of my Mandala, through which they would be able to contact me, if their need was great.
Unfortunately, they became one of the first victims of their distant kin: the Quintessons, spawn of Quintus Prime. Observing the Aquatronians, the Quintessons realized their shared kinship, but instead of reaching out with open tendrils, they tightened their coils around their brethren in the name of research. Inside the Aquatronians' bodies, the Quintessons discovered a dormant organ-mechanism, one they themselves lacked. Through experimentation, they were able to activate these T-cogs, and armed with this knowledge, were able to present themselves as saviors, raising Aquatron to a new level of civilization—if only the Aquatronians would surrender their freedom. So convincing and powerful were the Quintessons, that only a brief period of hesitance passed before the Aquatronians submitted, and by the time they realized they had been conquered, the thought of rebellion had already been quashed. The Sharkticons became the clawed fist of the burgeoning Quintesson Empire, while the others were made to toil to produce energon.
When the Quintessons discovered Cybertron, they used the space bridges to connect to it, and brought their Sharkticon slave-enforcers with them. But in their greed and haste, the Quintessons overreached. The Cybertronians realized what was being forced upon them, and began plotting rebellion—and when the spark of rebellion catches, it spreads like plasmafire. It even reached the shores of Aquatron, causing the Aquatronians to rise up as well, threatening to throw off the shackles of Quintesson oppression. One even recovered the Mandala-blade, carrying it to Cybertron. He was driven by visions—admittedly, granted by me—of a bot who would liberate their world, at the time known simply as D-16.
Together the two joined the fight for liberation, and drove the Quintessons from Cybertron, forcing them to seal their space bridges and consolidate their core territories—including Aquatron. Those Aquatronians stranded on Cybertron retreated to the Sea of Ages, becoming the stuff of urban legend. Alpha Trion, recognising the blade of my Mandala for what it was, took it from the Aquatronian and stored it with his other relics. And Aquatron itself spent untold eons under Quintesson control, until they brought about their own doom.
During the conflict between the Autobots and Decepticons, the Quintessons lured Optimus Prime to Aquatron, in the hopes of seizing the Matrix of Leadership, making their own facsimile of the artifact using its data as a backup plan. But in doing so, they also lured Megatron—the former D-16—to their world. He came across the fragmentary records of the Quintesson rebellion, as well as the prophecy of their liberation by his hand. Using the duplicate Matrix, he became a hybrid Aquatronian being, a Sharkticon Megatron. The power of the Matrix coursed through him and through the Aquatronians, erasing the Quintesson control codes that had been implanted in them. The Aquatronians were free, and rose up against their former masters. When the Decepticons and Autobots left, some chose to follow Megatron, although he had by that point lost the Matrix. Others stayed on Aquatron to rebuild a new, and more peaceful society.
By the time the Great War ended, the Sharkticons and other Aquatronian transformers had become a minor, if fearsome, part of the Decepticon forces. Many were arrested and sentenced to prison, while others returned to Aquatron, which had become part of the Cybertronian's new alliance of worlds.
None knew of their origin as ancient Predacons, and none knew of my involvement. Which is probably for the best.
#ask vector prime#transformers#maccadam#aligned continuity#sharkticons#age of evolution#predacons#insecticons#great cataclysm#titans#lenocinium velnero system#aquatron#leviacons#lobster-bots#piranhacons#eelcons#allicons#croctobots#cleaners#shrimp-bots#realm of the primes#blades of time#quintessons#quintus prime#transformation cogs#megatron#sea of ages#alpha trion#optimus prime#matrix of leadership
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Chunky’s Shrimp Circus
#my friends and I made animatronic ocs#bunny bot is designed by jake#meat man and puppet mochi by mochi#art#my art#doodles#chunk shrimps#I’m the pink cat
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I can't eat cookies
I can't drink water
I can't eat shrimp
Anymore on the list?
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A bot called ecstatic-shrimp followed me and I am mortified. No. Stop that. Give the URL back. Someone would enjoy the ever-living heck out of that URL. It should belong to those who can fully appreciate the majesty of shrimp.
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SHRIMPEDIA SHRIMPEDIA SHRIMPEDIA!!
dear lord i love the bot so much
#shitpost#monterey bay aquarium has started up their shrimp week facts bot#i am so excited#monterey bay aquarium
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More Sorreo.
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Hey quick question does archivist use any pet names like dear or beloved? Just asking
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......She does.
Archivist tends to use pet names that are more intimate and even out right raunchy. Darling, love, dear, beloved, little bird, are her favorite ones to use.
Of course, this doesn't mean I'm innocent of using these pet names as well~
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''i never traumatized you'' I stopped eating two of my favorite comfort foods (mussels and shrimp) because you kept going on about how 'oh you wont eat crawdad (that I refuse to peel) because it's got everything attached and is the full creature? well shrimp and mussels are too, so ha ha silly little 'i want to be a boy' idiot' and thats the TAME area of my 15 years of life
(also i can eat shrimp now it jus has to be pre-peeled n everything and im trying to learn to enjoy mussels again so uhh yeag :3)
#cw#tw#tw ab*se#my adoptive father was Sucky even outside of shit with myself and my mother#I so totally didnt just think of this because i was watching rescue bots and kade likes shrimp very to the point of getting an entire box#hes my wife#so real
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begone, brand
#NOT a fun bot like haiku bot whom i would die for#blocked!!!!!!!!!!!#no brands on the shrimp blog!!!!!!!!#UNLESS seachem or fluval want to pay me money#not shrimp
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a big day for every single lfm user who couldn't live with all the bt/s songs trending
#shrimp thoughts#i loved that one comment under a hobi song that was like 'why are they botting this one too! it's actually good! stop it!' ww
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So. I've Cracked The Code On The Appearance Changes in Side Order.
Wall of photos and such incoming.
After a lot of testing, I've discovered there are 7 different little lights and doodads that are added to Agent 8 via upgrading certain chips, each with a basic 1st tier and and upgraded 2nd tier. The 1st tier of upgrades appear after picking up two of the same chips in that changes pool (ex: 2 Homing Shots chips), with the 2nd tier appearing after picking up five of them (ex: 5 Homing Shot chips). There is no further visual indicators added for maxing chips that go beyond 5, such as Splash Damage or Rush Attack.
Full disclaimer: This is the result of researching a LOT of my own runs, so I can say this is true with about 95% certainty. If I labeled an ability chip in the wrong visual pool, please let me know!
Let's start with the basics - our control group. No Teal upgrades provide any visible changes to Agent 8 (or Pearl-bot for that matter), so I ran an all-teal palette to demonstrate.
First is likely one of the more requested visual changes - the Headset. The 1st tier sports a basic metallic earpiece, with the 2nd adding an antenna and eyepiece that match your primary ink color.
Maxing Splash Damage, Sound Wave Damage, Splash Radius, Special Charge Up, Turf Lucky Chain, Rush Knockback, and Homing Shots all provide the headset!
Next up is Ink Bubbles. The 1st tier shows transparent, slower bubbles flowing in 8's ink tank, with the bubbles being faster and more opaque in the 2nd tier.
Nabbing Poison Ink, Splat Ink Recovery, Ink Saver Sub, Ink Recovery Rate, Sticky Ink, and Explosion Knockback all provide Ink Bubbles.
Following that is the Fins. The 1st tier shows the base shackles being added to 8's boots, with the fins themselves being added for the 2nd tier.
Picking up Run Speed, Swim Speed, Rush Attack, Mobile Ink Recovery, Mobile Special Charge, and Mobile Drone Gauge all provide the Fins.
Now, moving on to the weapon upgrades!
First we have the Muzzle Lights, which appear at the muzzle of most weapons, and the sides of the brush and roller nearest the base. The 1st tier shows a circle and squares circling around the muzzle, with the 2nd tier being more exaggerated, with alternating squares and rectangles forming a hexagon pattern in the center.
These are exclusive to the Ink Damage, Main Damage (Close), and Main Damage (Distant) chips.
Next up is likely the most common visual one can see on their run - the Arrows. The 1st tier shows a circle with three arrows pointing down the weapon, with the 2nd tier adding some blowback markers behind the circle.
These are on a whopping TEN upgrades, being Splatling Barrage, Main Firing Speed, Horizontal Slash Speed, Main Range, Main Piercing, Main Ink Coverage, Rush Ink Coverage, Quick Charge, Shot Spread Reduction, and Ink Saver Main.
Last of the weapon upgrades are the Dots. The 1st tier is 3 large dots and a circle spinning at the bottom of your weapon or around your wrist, with the 2nd tier adding another circle around the dots.
These can be found on the Hindrance Damage, Ink Attack Size, Charge Storage, Moving Ink Speed, Extra Dodge Roll, Brella Cooldown, and Knockback upgrades.
And finally, my favorite little knick-knack, the Shrimp Hook. This little guy appears on your ink tank after picking up 2 matching Luck upgrades (ex: Lucky Bomb Drop, Canned Special Drop, etc), and begins to glow after picking up 5. However, the glowing effect is not visible in the post-game screen. 😔 (I would totally buy one of these if someone made one, btw)
By the way, 7 visual upgrades * 5 chips needed to max each visual is 35 chips, which is just shy of the 36 total chips you can have on one palette, which means, in theory, you could. Have every maxed visual indicator on in one run.
Just a thought. : )
#splatoon#splatoon 3#side order#side order spoilers#agent 8#long post#sorry i have side order brainrot#look at my research boy
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Tragic when the Haiku bot finds a Haiku that refreshes your liver and wets your flowers and updates your brain to shrimp colours but the post attached to it sucks so bad its the reason your flowers were dry before
Beep boop sorry bot friend you did so well but the takes here are rancid
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his cleaner shrimp
Pairing: Floyd Leech x gn!reader
Synopsis: you had only meant to help him once, but he attached himself to you straight away
Tags: fluff, comfort, humour(?), Floyd calls you shrimpy, mentions of blood, Floyd and Jade fought, bot proofread
Word count: 1.5k+
Notes: more floyd fluff! this fic was originally angst can u believe it anyways i was inspired to do a classic shoujo manga scene hehe
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'I did nothin' wrong!' Floyd thought to himself.
In the shadowed back alley, Floyd sat curled up against the wall, his emotions roiling like a stormy sea after a heated confrontation with Jade. Anger still boiled within him, but the sting of his injuries dampened his spirit.
His left cheek was swollen and discolored, a vivid shade of purple and blue, with a raw, angry red spot where Jade's knuckles had landed with force. A small cut near his eyebrow oozed blood, giving his face a gritty and battle-worn appearance. His knuckles were bruised and bloodied as well, the skin was broken in places from the forceful punches he had thrown.
He nursed his wounded pride, nursing his bruised ego, and found solace in the alleyway alone, away from prying eyes. If anyone had dared to even look at him funny, they would be met with a fierce glare from his mismatched eyes, as if daring them to challenge him to a second fight.
But it seemed his glare wasn't intimidating enough, as your shadow started approaching him, prompting him to look up from the floor. You were a small thing in Floyd's eyes, not the best target for a fight, and definitely easy to throw around.
'Pshh... Just small fry...' he thought as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Uhh, hey there," you said hesitantly, holding out a plastic bag Floyd could only assume contained first aid supplies from the red symbols. "I couldn't help but notice you're hurt. Your injuries might get infected if you leave them untreated."
Floyd's initial gruffness wavered slightly as he glanced at you, surprised by your concern. But he didn't want anyone's pity or help, especially not from a stranger. "I don't need any help from small fry like you," he retorted, trying to sound tough and dismissive. "I'm not that weak."
Still, you continued taking steps closer, kneeling down next to him to stare directly into his eyes. "Even strong people can get infections, you know," you said, a wry smile playing on your lips. "It'll hurt more then, so it's better to have it treated now."
Floyd hesitated, torn between his pride and the growing realization that he did need help. Perhaps it was the adrenaline passing, but he could feel his bloodied hand throbbing in sharp pain. He cast a hesitant glance in your direction, taking in the softness and understanding in your face. In that moment, he decided to let his guard down, just for a little bit.
"Fine, whatever," he mumbled, begrudgingly extending his injured hand toward you.
Your touch was gentle and sure, and as you cleaned the wounds and applied antiseptic, you made sure to warn him of the incoming sting, though he seemed unaffected by it all. Despite his efforts to stay aloof, Floyd found himself feeling strangely comforted by your presence. As you continued to patch him up, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, a soft and fuzzy feeling that he couldn't explain. He wondered if that was the infection you had warned him about, but it didn't feel bad or painful; instead, it felt like a balm for his tired soul.
With your curiosity getting the better of you, you couldn't help but ask about the cause of the fight.
"So, what happened?"
Floyd looked at you, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, he hesitated. However, the trust he had found in your compassion made him open up.
"Shrimpy's curious, huh..." he replied with a small smile. "Okay, I'll tell ya, but only cuz you're Shrimpy."
You blinked at the peculiar nickname, amused and intrigued. "Shrimpy? Is that... me?"
He nodded happily, a hint of mischief in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile wryly at the odd choice of nickname.
"I had a fight with my brother," Floyd finally admitted, his smile fading into a pout.
"It's Jade's fault!" he yelled, his frustration evident in his voice. "He kept using those weird ingredients in his cooking, even though I hate 'em! I kept tellin' him, but he didn't even listen."
He paused, his voice turning quieter as he continued, "So I broke one of his terrariums to make him stop, but he got really angry..."
You listened attentively, humming as you carefully cleaned the wound on his face. "And so you two fought... I understand how that could be frustrating," you said softly. "You know, cooking takes a lot of time and effort... I'm sure your brother just wanted you to enjoy it like he does."
Floyd glanced at you, his mismatched eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. He couldn't ignore the gut feeling that maybe you were right.
"Yeah, maybe he did," he conceded, a hint of contemplation in his voice. "But it's still annoying he doesn't listen to me."
You nodded, understanding his frustrations. "Of course, it's not nice that Jade disregarded your feelings," you replied gently. "But you should respect his feelings too. Breaking his terrarium wasn't the right way to handle it."
Your words struck a chord with Floyd, and he felt a pang of remorse for his impulsive actions. He knew better than anyone else how much time and effort Jade devoted to caring for his cherished terrariums, often staying up late into the night to tend to them.
"Aww man... Shrimpy's right," he muttered, feeling the weight of his mistake. "Jeez, what do I do now?"
You offered a reassuring smile, glad that his anger had dissipated. "It's never too late to make things right. The best place to start is always an apology," you suggested. "There, all done," you murmured as you finished placing an island dressing bandage on his face, a smile forming on your face at the job well done.
Floyd, meanwhile, stared at you in a daze, your close proximity allowing him to notice all the little details on your face. He felt his cheeks warm as a gentle affection slowly bubbled inside him. Your genuine care and gentle touch had triggered something deep within him, and he found himself feeling drawn to your presence.
"Floyd!" a familiar voice broke him out of his daze. "There you are!"
Jade stood at the front of the alley, slightly panting as if he had been rushing around. You nudged Floyd gently, having recognized that the man must be his brother, and gave him a reassuring nod.
Floyd glanced at his brother, momentarily torn between his pride and guilt. But he took a deep breath and stepped forward, his voice steady as he said, "Jade, sorry... I shouldn't have broken your terrarium, and it was wrong..." He confessed. "But I don't want to eat any of those weird things again!" he exclaimed with a pout.
Jade's initial surprise gave way to a soft smile, appreciating Floyd's rare willingness to apologize and make amends.
"I understand, Floyd," Jade replied, his tone more understanding now. "And I apologise as well. I should have listened to you and respected your preferences."
Floyd's pout softened as he realized that his brother was willing to meet him halfway. "Really?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
Jade nodded. "Yes, really. Though I do not wish to, I will stop using mushrooms for your meals."
"Wait..." you blurted, turning to look at Floyd. "This whole time, the weird ingredients you've been talking about are mushrooms?"
At he nodded furiously, your incredulous expression only intensified. "But mushrooms are so delicious! Why would you hate them?"
Before Floyd could even start to complain, Jade approached you and clasped both of you hands, his eyes alit with surprise and excitement. "I'm delighted to meet a fellow mushroom lover! Would you like to join me on a mushroom foraging trip in the mountains?"
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. As you tried to muster up a response, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you backward to meet his sturdy chest. It was Floyd, and you could feel his warmth and presence enveloping you, his chin resting on top of your head, his hair tickling your forehead.
"No way! Go get your own Shrimpy! This one's mine!" Floyd exclaimed, his arms tightening around you possessively to prove his point.
Jade's lips spread into a wide smile, his sharp teeth showing playfully. "Now now, Floyd, I do believe you've broken a precious terrarium of mine," he hummed as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "It's only fair that you give me something for reparations."
"Nuh-uh! As if I'd let you steal my Shrimpy!" Floyd said. In a fluid motion, he picked you up and started running off with you, while you scrambled to hold on tight to him.
You couldn't help but squeal as the unexpected playfulness unfolded. "W-wait! Floyd! Put me down!"
"Nope! You're my cleaner Shrimpy now! I'm not lettin' you go!" Floyd declared, his voice lighthearted and full of joy.
Maybe you should have been more concerned by his words, but you found yourself so captivated by his joyful and innocent laugh, that you couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles with him.
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#for anyone who doesn't know#moray eels have symbiotic relationships with shrimps#so they'll have a cleaner shrimp that'll clean their teeth#while the eels protect them#so i was inspired by that haha#twstnexus#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland floyd#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader
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ghoul
ghoul you keep hitting the mark on every one of my kinks
monstrous size differences, seeing ur person as holy, ovul-
its like ur in my brain get out of there before u see something that starts turning these rough military men into men that fear what i want to do to them (the erotica of cyborgs, mechs and their maintenance handler just DOES something to me. someone just turning my screws and fixing my internal wires while i look down at them feeling up my most vulnerable parts. my engineer knowing every external and internal piece of me, my repairman knowing exactly which metal plates are bothering me and which screws need to be tightened more often and which parts i won’t say need fixing but he knows, i want to be known wholly and entirely by someone who can fix me and make me into their own theseus’ ship)
The eroticism of the machine.... thinking about android!Ghost....
He always seems to be hanging around when you're working on other droids or laboring with mechs. He checks over various weapons while you sit crosslegged on the tiled floor surrounded by neatly organized plates and screws. You can feel his eyes on you, but every time you look up at him, he's studying a trigger switch or tipping a gun barrel this way and that. You try to keep your attention on the open chest cavity in front of you. Your fingers trail over wires and trace circuits, looking for the too tight screws and miss-laid paths. It's delicate work, work that takes years of practice to get good at even with natural skill.
You twist to check the diagnostics window running on your bulky tablet, the cords running between it and one of your favorite droids humming with electric life. Binary flickers over the screen, replaced by strings of code as the machine parses and translates subroutines and operating systems. You squint at the glowing green letters, eyes flicking through code as you push your finger against the screen to scroll back up. You lean closer to the open cavity, flick your safety goggles down as you turn your attention back to your hands.
"I don't want to have to shut you down," You tell the droid, "So let me know if your servos start locking up." The droid gives you a thumbs up from their position on the floor.
"Isn't it safer shuttin' 'em down?" Ghost hums from the other side of the room. You ignore him, flicking the spark on your torch until it lights. You need to rewire the auxiliary movement board for the right leg, maybe reprogram the routines that are making it twitchy. You doubt anyone else noticed this bot starting to drag its foot when it walked, but you did.
"Five doesn't like being shut off," You explain, heating the metal connecting the wires to their "hip", "Says the lost time cuts productivity." Which is as close as you've ever heard a bot get to expressing an opinion. Even then saying they don't "like" being shut off is a stretch. Machines don't "like" or "dislike" anything, they simply are. You prod at the loosened wires with a pair of tweezers, pulling them from their places and examining the frayed ends. Definitely need replacing.
"Suppose I can understand that," Ghost grumbles. Again you ignore him. You don't know what he's doing, trying to bait you into a conversation or engage your curiosity, two things you can't afford when you're doing detail work. You solder the other end of the wires, rolling your shoulders to try and get some of the tightness out of them. You really should work on your posture, you're sure you look like a shrimp curled over your work, but you need the leverage.
You sit back, inspecting the freed wires, mentally tallying their length and checking the screen readouts. You set about snipping and stripping new lengths of wire, push a few buttons on your little screen, and feel your shoulders hike up to your ears as you lean to get the new parts installed. You think part of your fascination with machines comes from how repairable they are. You've long since come to terms with the fact that detaching your shoulders and giving them a good scrub down isn't actually possible. Not unless you want to look into cybernetics for yourself, and with the grade of parts the military offers you think you're better off eu natural.
"Still good five?" You ask, soldering in the new wires, you glance at the screen, watching the routines for speech zip across the green.
"Yes."
You smile to yourself. It looks like everything is running normally up top, that's reassuring. You weren't sure if this was a systematic issue or a parts issue, never know 100% until you open up whoever you're working on. You mentally scroll through your project list as you run the wires from the metal "hip" to the central data column. You scratch your tweezers against a bit of flashing, frowning. That shouldn't be there. You wave your torch over the distorted metal, and trying to find the defect. You hear a soft 'click, click, click' like nails flicking against each other as you heat the area.
You're jerked back by your collar as the bot jerks, its defensive system snapping like a bear trap over its open chest. Your heart hammers in your chest, your tools still tightly clenched in your hands, and your breath coming quick with adrenaline fueled fear. Ghost hauls you up to your feet like picking up a kitten, all titanium and inhuman strength getting you to standing. He leaves you to swipe the repair pad from the floor, the wires stringing it to the android shredded as cleanly as your neck would have been.
"Still stubborn enough to get yourself killed," He grumbles, shaking his head, the red glow of his cameras seems almost disappointed under the white skull paint. He tosses you the pad and you fumble to catch it. "Inter-system problem, shut 'em down." It's an order, his voice carrying all the authority it should as your superior officer.
You nod quickly, swallow some of the dryness in your mouth, and punch new numbers onto your little computer. "Um, thanks," You manage, watching him re-assemble his rifle with practices precision.
"Don't mention it." He replies, and you get the feeling he means that as an order too. Don't mention it, don't go spreading around that he saved your neck. Don't try to thank him again and he shoulders the rifle and pushes past you out of the landing bay.
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#mw2 ghost#ghost cod#android!ghost#cyberpunk au#mechanic!reader
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Helping Neuroslug help me
Admittedly it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out and start using inpainting, but now that I've had a taste of it my head is spinning with possibilities. And so I'm making this post to show the process and maybe encourage more artists to try their hand at generating stuff. It really can can be an amazing teammate when you know how to apply it.
For those who didn't see my first post on this, I've trained an AI on my artworks, because base Stable Diffusion doesn't understand what anthropomorphic insects are.
That out of the way, here we go:
I noticed that a primarily character focused LoRA often botches backgrounds (probably because few images of the dataset have them) so I went with generating a background separately and roughly blocking out a character over it in Procreate. Since it was a first experiment I got really generous with proper shading and even textures. Unsurprisingly, SD did it's job quite well without much struggle.
Basically masked out separate parts such as fluff, skirt, watering can, etc. and changed the prompt to focus on that specific object to add detail.
There were some bloopers too. She's projecting her inner spider.
Of course it ate the hands. Not inpainting those, it's the one thing I'll render correctly faster than the AI does. Some manual touchups to finish it off and voila:
The detail that would have taken me hours is done in 10-20 minutes of iterating through various generations. And nothing significant got lost in translation from the block out, much recommend.
But that was easy mode, my rough sketch could be passed off as finished on one of my lazier days, not hard to complete something like that. Lets' try rough rough.
I got way fewer chuckles out of this than I expected, it took only 4-5 iterations for the bot to offer me something close to the sketch.
>:C
It ate the belly. I demand the belly back.
Scribble it in...
Much better.
Can do that with any bit actually, very nice for iterating a character design.
Opal eyes maybe?
Lol
Okay, no, it's kind of unsettling. Back to red ones.
Now, let's give her thigh highs because why not?
It should be fancier. Give me a lace trim.
Now we're talking. Since we've started playing dress-up anyway, why not try a dress too. Please don't render my scribble like a trash bag. I know you want to.
Phew
I crave more details.
Cute. Perhaps I'll clean it up later.
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SHRIMP DRESS
#neuroslug#slug's experiments#ai assisted art#moth#I need to retrain neuroslug on a more artsy checkpoint#base model leans more to realism and it affects the style a lot#not complaining but i want it to mimic my usual style better
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