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doodlingbot · 6 months

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Assuming Red = Tatiana(?), which 1010's got assigned to the other megastars?

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As a heads up, I'm not going off of any color coordination of where to put who. It's based off how I personally characterize the 1010s and what I thought was interesting to think about.

Eve - White Eve was the first artist enlisted and thus got first pickings to which 1010 she wanted to help her get set up. She chose White, viewing him as the best of the candidates to mold not unlike a blank canvas. (Though this isn't me saying he IS a blank canvas, more so that the other 1010's had stronger themes going on that could clash with all the ideas she wanted to try.)

The two end up gossiping a lot together. It helps that White has a direct line of information from the other 1010s of what odd things their own charters are doing.

Tatiana - Red Tatiana was the second artist enlisted not long after Eve. She was given the option to choose a helper, though chose not to pick herself. That's ok because Red practically volunteered, really wanting to see that fiery side. She may be much more orderly these days, along with her district, but Red swears he'll get that chaotic rebel out of her one day. He is determined.

Yinu - Blue Yinu's dad was the charter before her. The options he had were between, Blue, Green, and Yellow. Wasn't very fond of the idea of Green and Yellow essentially being explosives. He went with Blue who was already the one to be entertaining Yinu during the meeting.

Blue was passed down to Yinu after she took up the role of Natura's charter after her father's passing. The two are rarely seen without the other.

Sayu - Yellow While Green and Yellow both seemed fun during team Sayu's meeting, Yellow showed an active interest in Sayu but in particular, marine themes. Ended up info dumping about various legends surrounding mermaids and even wondered out loud if they had used some of those old legends as inspiration. They didn't, but they thought what he had to say was really cool though.

DJ Subatomic Supernova - Green DJSS didn't have a choice. Green was the last 1010 who hadn't been assigned to assist anyone. DJSS didn't even want Green or any 1010 to begin with, but it was heavily insisted that he have the assistance getting set up. Heavily insisted meaning forced by his new boss.

Green isn't too keen on DJSS either.

#ask #Anonymous #not art #nsr #nsr au #party all night #There was an idea early on of Green and Blue at some point switching places to be where they are now. Green in Cast Tech Blue in Natura.#but a big part of this au is how -integrated- the 1010s become in their districts. You can't just swap them. You can't easily take them out #Grew too attached to Blue specifically becoming Yinu's best friend.#It's helped him a lot to be able to focus on her and essentially babysit her then to let himself focus on his own existential dread.

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spiderz0mbie · 4 months

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 - 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓

#005. | 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ﹆ appearance #LOOK AT HERRR AHHHH!!#her swinging nyc in her skull stompers.#the little pockets on the booth are essential #shout out to tony stark for hooking spider-zombie up with new tech.#cass my beloved ahhh #if you look closely you can see the stitches at the neck.#bbygirl you are so freaky.

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molagboop · 6 months

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I would very much like to infoblast about Raven Beak's powersuit upgrade library with all the optimizations, QoL tweaks, security features, and the myriad integration systems Samus is currently lacking with her babby suit, but alas. Time restrictions.

#txt #not art #don't get me wrong it's a good suit. but samus is running on old hardware (ruins test suit) that's literally been dissected (Fusion)#and augmented by comparatively inferior (at least in Raven Beak's 'humble' opinion) GalFed tech #and she's had her arsenal stripped down to the hard-coded essentials more times than should be possible for any reasonable warrior #barring the whole 'Metroid powers ate my firmware updates' thing from Dread #Raven Beak looks at that technical hodge podge of a suit which can apparently have some features remotely restricted by the Feds at will #and he's like 'girl you need an upgrade'#he can understand the whole Metroid DNA eating your suit thing but the rest of it he chalks up to the powersuit equivalent #of a faulty hard drive being dropped on the hard dirty ground and all of the data within going the way of the Titanic #he's like a gazillion years old so all he sees is an eight year old dropping their Gameboy Advance SP with Pokemon Crystal in the game slot #staring blankly at the screen as they boot up the system to find that their entire save is gone

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abronzeagegod · 9 months

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ETS WIP Chapter 4: The Problem with Dreams

The drive back to the office was quiet and slow.

After turning in the company van and clocking out, Aeth went and found a small room set aside for rituals. There they participated in a deep cleansing ritual and even a protection spell to keep the bad dreams at bay. They knew that this case would be haunting them for days and weeks.

Just as the magic faded and the incense started to dissipate away to just smoke, Lyta stuck her head into the room.

"Hey, I saw you're back. How was it?"

Aeth shrugged, not really up for vocalization.

"I'm about to finish up my shift, you want to go get something to eat? It's my turn to buy."

Aeth nodded. Lyta was a good friend, a great friend, their best friend. She could read their mood and their whole demeanor with a glance.

"Great, I'll order us something to pick up and we can go to my place and eat and watch some TV. You feeling And the Fifth Rose was Black or do you want some truly silly nonsense like Real Monsters of the Sea?"

"Sea," they mutter.

"Great! I need something mindless tonight. Let me get my desk together and I'll meet you in the break room?"

"Yeah."

Before she left, Lyta entered the room and gave Aeth a quick hug.

The day was deeply draining. Aeth felt so very tired, but Lyta had a way of making them feel better about everything. They hope that she doesn't mind.

Even though they know if they asked, she would say that she doesn't mind if it is for them.

Aeth didn't have to wait for Lyta for very long, she just had to grab her stuff out of her locker and then their friend drove to her apartment.

They often worked the same shift, so Lyta almost always drove the both of them to and from work.

Lyta's apartment was small, full, and deeply comforting to Aeth, who made a beeline for the couch, where they plopped down and snuggled up to the plush bat named Bat-tholemew. Lyta had gone into her room to change out of work clothes and put in food order. She knew their likes well enough by this point that she didn't even bother to ask what Aeth wanted.

Eventually, she returned and went to the couch, gently picking up Aeth's feet, sitting down, and letting Aeth lay across her lap.

It was right about twenty minutes into Real Monsters of the Sea (when Urrephetilgoth the Emissary of the Dark Tide was calling out Herominish Lor'gillth as a horror, as if Herominish would be offended by being called a horror) when the food arrived.

By the time the food was consumed and the fight between the two ancient sea creatures had resolved, or at least come to a truce so they could fight with a third friend/enemy/fellow-horror-form-100-fathoms-below-the-sea, Aeth was feeling much better.

It was around the time that they had finished food and the second episode of Monsters was wrapping up that Aeth finally felt good enough to talk to Lyta.

“It was the last job,” they said. “It was a typical family that had their computer for too long and it was starting to give up.”

Lyta didn’t interrupt. She never interrupted when Aeth spoke especially about things that were bothering them.

“But the kid, about seven or eight, believed in the computer enough to create a small god that lives in it and kept it working long past it’s lifespan.”

Lyta reached over and grabbed Aeth’s hand, just held on to it. She knew what was coming next, where it was going, but sometimes it was necessary for the person to say it out loud. After a moment she pulled their hand into her lap.

“She believed in her computer so much. She named it, had a bunch of plastic dinosaurs she named and gave permanent make overs to. She reminded me of me, but, you know, with a better home life.”

Lyta rubbed her thumb across Aeth’s knuckles. A soothing, repetitive gesture.

“Got me thinking about… you know,” Aeth said with significant pauses. “I called the Bureau, and they assured me it’s still in lock up under constant surveillance.”

“It hasn’t tried to get out?” Lyta asked. She was the only person that knew of 3812-B. But even she didn’t know the whole story, not the whole truth of it. That was something too much even for Aeth, something they didn’t even believe or want to share ever again.

“No,” Aeth responded. “They would have told me if it did.”

There was a long silence between the two of them. “How are you doing?” Lyta asked.

“Better now, but tonight is going to be rough dreaming.”

“You can stay here,” she said. Please stay, is what she meant.

Lyta always said stuff like that. Aeth wanted to stay, they really did, but they also needed the comfort and privacy of their own place.

They thanked Lyta for everything and called themselves a car to take them home. Lyta kept Aeth's hand in hers for as long as she could, kissing the back of their hand as they finally had to pull away.

They don't dream that night. At first.

When they did dream it is intense and violent and full of spiders.

Well, maybe it wasn't supposed to be violent.

But all the spells they did to keep from dreaming also kept the underearth spider aspect from sending them their thanks so they increased the power of their dreams until they broke through their thorough magic and it was basically a nightmare.

A nightmare built on the strength of the generosity of a spider aspect, a being from the inner earth, so far below the surface that things are naturally dark and twisted. A nightmare built from their everyday experiences strong enough to pierce through the wards and defenses carefully crafted by a hurt mind.

The thing with gods and their gifts is that one can't refuse them. Not really. Refusing a god outright is a terrible idea, and being coy about it is simply a worse one. Because nothing is more horrifying than a god who has been thwarted in their attempts to thank you.

They had honestly forgotten about it. Especially after the small god.

The corridors Aeth was lost in were twisting, dark, made of stone that was hot to the touch and rough and coarse. They twisted in and back on themselves like the paths of stone were moving, living things. Like a spiderweb turned stone.

Aeth knew something was in the tunnels with them and was chasing them, pursuing them, just like before.

They weren't strong enough to fight them the first time and had only survive through sheer luck.

To fight a second time was something that was just beyond their capabilities.

So they ran as far and as fast as they could, but their legs were loose, and numb. They couldn't move fast or far. They were trapped and this was the end for them they knew.

It was coming.

It was coming for them.

And they were caught in this web and labyrinth.

Suddenly the nightmare tilted on it's side, everything slid to one angle and Aeth found themself face-to-face with a spider aspect.

"Thank you," the spider said enigmatically. They were already big, bigger than Aeth was in the physical world but now they were massive, gargantuan even.

All of their many arms reach out and hand Aeth a thing made of the darkness around them. It is small and soft as they reach out and touch it.

It is unwise to refuse the gift of something that wants to give you a gift, especially one even so tangentially related to divinity.

Aeth took the gift, with only a little hesitation.

They knew that they were still being pursued, it was still coming after them.

"Thank you," Aeth responded, looking over their shoulder.

"It is authentic spider-silk. Very soft. Amazing to sleep upon."

Oh, it was a pillowcase. That made more sense.

Suddenly, the spider tilts it's massive head. They just noticed the thing that was persuing Aeth throughout the nightmare.

"Something is stalking you," the spider pointed out unhelpfully.

There went any hope Aeth had that it was part of the nightmare the spider aspect crafted.

"Yeah," Aeth said. "It's something from a long time ago and it won't ever stop."

"I shall delay them, and you should wake up," the spider said before moving deeper into their nightmare of their own creation.

Aeth wanted to wake so badly. They wanted to free themselves from nightmares and sleep without fear, and they wanted to free themselves from this specific nightmare immediately.

The spider had gone and Aeth could feel wakefulness just beyond the skein.

They rose and tried to break through, they tried to move through the dream, the nightmare, to the waking world where their pursuer was locked away safe, they tried to rise but it was like surfacing through the water, the light was distorted and made the surface seem so much closer than it truly was, the tension of the water holding strong even as they rose fighting against breaking, not letting Aeth leave the nightmare and the thing that wanted to chase them and consume them, even though they had risen seemingly past the surface the water refused to break the skein refused to tear and Aeth then feared truly drowning of facing the thing they had spent so long running from of the thing that had tried to engulf them and would try time and time and time and time again until Aeth awoke, breathing hard, unable to move, unable to do anything besides breathe heavily as they rose out of their nightmare, in their bed, safe and sound.

Their heartbeat was loud, intense, and the only thing they could focus on.

Eventually the cobwebs of the dream left them, and Aeth climbed out of bed.

It was still dark outside, and they turned on lights as they walked through their small apartment to find water. It was something for their shaking and anxious hands to do.

With the lights on and their heart racing, Aeth knew that sleep was basically a lost cause.

They sat in their bed and scrolled on their phone looking at pictures of couatl and memes. They even sent a few to Lyta, knowing that she had her phone muted and wouldn't respond until she woke up.

Despite the distractions, the fading adrenaline, and the threat of terrible nightmares, Aeth's body demanded sleep and rest, so they found themselves slipping into sleep once again.

Mercifully they didn't dream any further.

When they awoke again, they found the lights still on and redundant.

Not feeling particularly rested but awake, Aeth moved through their apartment.

After only being awake for a few minutes, their phone lit up with a notification.

It was from Lyta.

"i'm coming over with coffee and snacks! [kissing emoji]"

Sure enough a few minutes later Lyta had let herself in with her spare key. She had a pair of coffee cups, a bag presumably filled with some kind of pastry, and a giant bag filled with all sorts of things.

"Hey," she said softly when she spotted the tired looking Aeth, "how are you feeling?"

"Tired, and annoyed, but you come with coffee and breakfast so less annoyed."

Lyta smiled as brightly as her yellow sundress.

"You seemed like you were having a bad day."

"How could you tell?"

"You sent me three cute couatl memes at 4am. You only do that when you can't sleep," Lyta responded, the concern in her voice obvious and unmissable. Aeth's heart swelled a little. Lyta knew them so well, and cared for them so much that she dropped everything on her day off to bring coffee and pastry.

"Yeah, the spider aspect from earlier yesterday really wanted to thank me."

Lyta's eyes went wide and she made an "oof!" sound. "And the underearth things always wanna communicate via dreams."

"But I had blocked my dreams since the encounter with the small god."

"Oh no."

"But the spider wouldn't be denied."

"How bad?" Lyta asked.

Aeth didn't speak, just opened an email on their phone and pushed it across the kitchen island.

Displayed was an email from the Catalog and Archive Bureau about Aeth's subject. There was a vicious escape attempt that was thwarted at approximately 3:49 AM. The subject did not manage to escape, and only caused damage to it's holding prison, but as per regulations, the Bureau was required to inform Aeth of the activity.

"Well, I'm really glad I brought this," Lyta said as she indicated the large bag she brought with her.

"What's that?"

"Unless you very explicitly tell me no, we're going to the beach. Leaving you here, inside, alone, seems real bad. So you can come with me to the beach, we can watch the people, look at the creatures in the bay, and play in the sand."

Lyta knew that the temptation hook was landed, Aeth loved to try and build elaborate sandcastles, and Aeth is very susceptible to Lyta in a sundress.

"You don't have to even do anything if you don't want," Lyta said to further sweeten the pot. "I just don't want you sitting in your place moping the whole time, thinking about your dreams. We'll stop and get snacks."

Aeth knew, objectively, that they should say yes, but they were still tired and reluctant.

"I got a new bikini and everything, it would be shame to show it off to no one."

Once again, they knew, objectively, that they shouldn't be so excited to see their best friend in whatever new swimsuit she got, but Aeth was only human and particularly weak for Lyta.

"Sure, I guess."

Lyta smiled brightly (almost as bright as her sundress). "Yay! Drink your coffee and eat your breakfast and then get ready. We'll head over and spend the day in the sun and the sand together."

Together.

Aeth wouldn't admit, ever, how nice that word was.

my kofi where you can read these early

#eldritch tech support #i am the captain of this aeth x lyta ship #we're loaded up with Mutual Pining and eventually some fake dating #but this is some new stuff and up next we are getting into some old territory but with a lot of new stuff #also this is a first draft #you're essentially watching me write a novel in real time and i don't edit first drafts really at all #so enjoy the mess!#let me know what you think

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its-rat-time-babey · 10 months

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Glitch techs theory:

In the released parts of the Show Bible, you can find this image.

It shows glitches and how they can appear from any piece of Hinobi Gaming Tech, but there’s something else important here:

All the different colours of Glitch shown here are different glitch types that we see in the show!

All the different glitch colours we see correspond to the actual colours of different glitches root forms:

Green is for Entity Glitches, which have green root forms:

(Interestingly enough, there are two green glitches shown in the bible image, which can either mean that there’s a second type of glitch with a green root form (possibly the one seen in Im Mitch Williams with its ability to possess electrical equipment, although this is the more unlikely option) or it’s just done for symmetry in the image (the more likely option)).

Purple is for Possessor Glitches, which have purple root forms. I don’t think anything else really needs to be said there.

The Yellow Glitch represents Mapper Glitches, which are shown to be yellow:

Also worth noting is that although the Mapper Glitch shown setting up a game is yellow, Count Nogrog himself has a purple root form, meaning that he may actually be a Possessor Glitch.

The real mapper glitch may actually be the game that Five and Miko are exploring and it’s environment, being outright destroyed instead of captured when the game is beaten. After all, Phil says himself that “The glitch you’ll face in that house is the game itself”.

But that leaves one colour unaccounted for. Red.

We never see a glitch with a red root form in the show, but based on everything else there must be some unseen glitch type that corresponds to it.

So what if the unknown red glitch type is what Bolypius is?

It’s implied that Bolypius is some type of glitch that can have human intelligence and learn things. So what if this red root form is why? It’s a new, completely different and unknown type of glitch.

#glitch techs #headcanons #theory #bolybius #actually Nogrog being a possessor glitch has some logic behind it #because Count Nogrog is an essential part of the game #he’s the final boss and also appears several times in cutscenes #so naturally the game needs him to continue to act out his programming for the game to happen #him being a possessor glitch would stop anyone from killing him or screwing him up before a part where he’s required #because if they destroy him #he’ll just revert to his root form and possess someone to make a new Count Nogrog #at least until the game is beaten #where his root form remains completely docile because the game is beaten #glitches follow their programming and according to Nogrog’s code the game is beaten so he can’t do anything #so his root form just sits there until it’s captured

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