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Untitled DJ x Reader Soulmate AU - Ch 1
EDIT: This is now being updated on ao3!
Throwing this up here for now. I have an ao3 but I don't know that I want this to be the first thing posted in it. Also it's in need of editing because the first chapter is in a different tense than the second chapter because I'd intended it to be a flashback-ish thing but that's not really clear in the finished writing. Alas.
Might delete these posts when it this story eventually makes its way to ao3, but we'll see.
[ Ch 1 - You are here ] [ Ch 2 ]
CHAPTER 1
The DJ had only been active for four years when the writing appeared on the inside of his wrist. At first he thought it was graffiti, something he was unfortunately quite familiar with, as teenagers frequently sought to prove their mettle by antagonizing a giant robot spider after hours. Though why they thought themselves brave was a mystery to him…he was forbidden from retaliating. He couldn’t even utter a protest once the speakers were turned off for the night. Not that aggressive, lyricless techno music was all that readily understood as a “protest” anyway.
But no, this writing on his wrist was not graffiti. Aside from the fact that he definitely would have realized if someone had climbed onto his stage and written on him, it was far smaller than the hastily spray painted or sharpie’d graffiti usually was. It was as if a human had simply written on him with a black pen the way they would write in a notebook.
“They really did a number on you, huh?”
DJ wasn’t sure what to make of that. Most of the graffiti on him was names and symbols, not cryptic, vaguely sympathetic messages.
A couple days after it appeared, he had his weekly maintenance with one of the techs, a middle aged man named Karter. Karter had been more or less the only human DJ interacted with with any regularity. DJ liked him well enough, and had thought he and Karter were friends. As much as a non-verbal robot could be friends with a human, anyway.
Karter never said much to DJ. What could he really say when DJ had no way to respond? But he was kind to him, expressing sympathy when DJ was graffitied or damaged, and he was mindful of DJ’s comfort when working on him, always telling DJ what he was doing and making sure DJ was prepared before opening up panels or soldering wires or swapping whatever hinge or joint needed replacing.
DJ had taken this for granted until, a year after DJ was first brought online, Karter had his first sick day. The tech who filled in for him didn’t speak to DJ at all, and almost seemed unaware that DJ could feel what she was doing, or that DJ would have any kind of opinion on it. DJ did his best to cooperate with her, trying to infer what she wanted from her occasional frustrated grumbles when he moved in a way she hadn’t wanted him to.
It was a small taste of what life was like with less kind techs and DJ, unsurprisingly, did not care for it.
So it was that DJ had no qualm about trying to get Karter to pay attention to the writing on his wrist. He couldn’t tell Karter what it said, of course, but that hardly mattered. It needed to be cleaned off, regardless of why it was there.
But as DJ repeatedly tried to show Karter his wrist, even pointing at it with two of his other hands, Karter’s expression began to darken.
“There’s nothing there, DJ. It’s fine,” he said, his expression troubled as he avoided DJ’s gaze.
DJ played a noise through the speakers, a small synthesized chirp that he often used as a way to get someone’s attention.
“DJ, please!” Karter snapped.
DJ flinched back, wringing his main pair of hands worriedly. Why was Karter so upset at this? He’d cleaned worse graffiti off the DJ. Granted this was small, but it was clearly visible. Why did it seem as if Karter didn’t even see it?
Karter sighed, his expression softening as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “...Okay. Tell me this. Is…is something written there?”
DJ brightened, nodding, a jingle of affirmation playing over the speakers.
Another sigh as Karter ran a hand down his face. “Goddammit. Goddammit, goddammit…”
DJ’s eyes widened at the language even as he canted his head in concern, replaying his questioning chirp over the speakers.
“DJ. I’m only going to tell you this once. Forget it. Ignore it. It’s not there. Okay?” he said, looking up at the DJ pleadingly.
DJ couldn’t help but repeat the querying chirp.
“I know it’s hard to ignore when it’s right there, but you have to.” Karter ran a hand through his greying hair, debating with himself on what the DJ needed to know…how much the phrase “Ignorance is bliss” applied to the situation.
“Just promise you won’t tell anyone.”
DJ frowned, glancing down at the writing. Was he the only one who could see it? Well…if that were the case, it was harmless enough. And despite DJ’s limited social skills, he could tell Karter was not interested in discussing it further, even if DJ could put his many questions into words.
So he let the matter drop. What else could he do?
The next week, Karter was out, and DJ was serviced by another quiet, vaguely sullen tech. When he pulled Karter’s employee profile, DJ found out that he had quit.
Was it because of him? DJ didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, but something had clearly caused Karter to be upset. DJ just hadn’t realized he was upset enough to quit over it. He couldn’t help but feel he had done something seriously wrong…and that it was his fault Karter had quit.
DJ became sulky after that. Oh, he never let it show in his performances of course. Those were just as lively and energized as ever. But between shows, and overnight, he just…sat. He barely acknowledged Moon when the night attendant came to visit him, didn’t even look up as the human guards passed through the arcade, and wouldn’t even spare the Lil’ Music Men a glance when they deigned to visit his stage overnight.
More weeks went by, and each week was a new tech doing his weekly inspection. Not new to the Pizzaplex, of course, but new to this task. A quick glance at their employee profiles confirmed many of them had been working here for at least a year or two.
DJ stopped doing them any favors. He would move when asked to move and keep still when asked to keep still, but he no longer tried to anticipate what they needed of him, or infer anything from whatever they might be mumbling to themselves. If indeed they did mumble at all. Several were completely silent.
During those weeks, something else happened. Something that, before the incident with Karter, would have seemed completely innocuous and gone unnoticed by the DJ.
One evening during his set, his gaze happened to fall on a young woman standing against the wall at the edge of the dance floor. She was gazing down at her wrist, her other hand lightly tracing a pattern on her skin. She looked so happy; with a soft smile full of warmth and even the barest hint of tears of joy in her eyes.
His eyes flicked down to his own wrist, curious. The track skipped slightly as he turned his hand to check his wrist again, but he quickly recovered before anyone noticed.
The DJ’s gaze returned to the young woman just in time to see her being approached by two other women her age.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Did you--?” one of the friends cried excitedly.
“Yes! I got my mark!” the young woman said, tearing up in earnest.
“What’s it say?” the second friend asked excitedly.
“You know I can’t tell you!” she protested, hugging her wrist to her chest as if her friend would sneak a glance.
“Yeah, yeah. But as soon as you meet him you’re telling me what it said!”
“Maybe your soulmate’s here in the room right now!” the first friend said, squeezing the woman’s shoulders.
The first woman blushed, shaking her head. “Oh no. I doubt it. I-It could still be months before I meet him…or years…” she added, the briefest hint of worry in her eyes.
“Oh come on, be positive! Weeks at most!”
The DJ didn’t allow himself to skip another beat as he listened to the conversation. He could hear them perfectly, even over his own music.
Soulmate.
DJ was familiar with the term. Besides having been loaded with a basic understanding of human society (much of which he couldn’t imagine ever needing to know), he’d heard talk of such things on the dance floor. Especially during the slow songs.
Could that be what the writing on his wrist meant? He…had a soulmate?
But you needed a soul to have a soulmate, and animatronics didn’t have souls.
Years worth of conversation snippets he’d overheard began to fall into place. From what he could piece together, the words on his wrist were the first words his soulmate would say to him. And they would have the first words he would say to them on their wrist.
But DJ had no voice. What could possibly be on their wrist if he never spoke to them? He knew there were some humans that never spoke, but he had no information on how that affected someone’s mark.
A chill ran through DJ’s circuits as he began to process what that truly meant. A human was bound to him. Him. Easily the least humanoid animatronic in the Pizzaplex. He wasn’t like the Glamrocks or even the daycare attendant; humanoid and personable. He was more of a set piece than a character. More like a piece of furniture than a person.
He looked across the dance floor, picking out several couples holding each other as they danced, or sitting on the benches along the edges of the dance floor leaning on each other…or even just holding hands as they walked.
DJ couldn’t do any of that. Not with a human. Not even with the other animatronics.
He knew not all soulmates were romantic, but most of them were. He had to imagine he was one of the exceptions though. Much as he found himself wishing otherwise.
Now why did he wish that? Being unable to express any romantic affection would be just as bad for him as it would for his would-be soulmate, wouldn’t it? But then, he’d always been fairly separate from humans. He could make due.
But it was still unfair to put that on his potential partner.
Partner? Him, with a partner? He couldn’t even believe he was thinking it.
He realized he had repeated the same one-minute loop multiple times, and people were starting to notice. He quickly switched it, forcing himself to get his head back in the game.
Yet once the show was over the musings continued. They didn’t help his mood. It all just seemed so unfair. Not just to him, but to whoever was bound to him. Someone who, despite not having met them yet, was already so dear and important to him.
He let out a silent sigh, or at least imitated the motion of one. An odd quirk of his AI that he would ever have an urge to sigh or yawn despite having no lungs and no voicebox.
The DJ’s evening sulk would be interrupted by the sound of kids, probably teens, sneaking into the dance hall.
Great. Usually he would try to climb over the kids and hide in one of his tunnels until the night guard arrived, but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to bother.
Cans of spray paint came out as the kids began tagging him and even his stage. Flashes went off as they took selfies, causing his optics to rapidly toggle between day mode and night mode, which got disorienting after only a few switches.
Though the disorientation barely mattered when he didn’t plan on moving. He shuttered his eyes as best he could, given they weren’t designed to close completely, and hunkered down to wait it out.
Fate was against him tonight, for that wasn’t good enough for these kids.
“Let’s see if we can get a picture of him chasing us!” one of the boys said.
DJ tensed at that, though it wouldn’t be obvious to the kids that he’d even registered their remark. He had never chased off intruders. Deep in his code was a never used, never completed bouncer mode…but he couldn’t even activate that himself. Not that he’d ever want to.
Still, he knew somewhere out there, some kids had pictures and even short videos of him “chasing” them, but that was little more than them running in front of him as he scrambled around the dance floor trying to avoid their companions.
Well. Easy solution. Don’t move. As he was already not doing.
CLUNK!
DJ scrambled to his hands in surprise, clutching his left eye where the rock had hit. If the speakers had been on, the staticy feedback that would have come through them at DJ’s pain and shock would have surely scared the kids off. With them off, though, his distress was silent, aside from the dull thuds of his gloved hands scrambling on the stage.
As soon as he lowered his hand to glance at the kids, another rock was thrown. This too hit its mark, shattering the cracked plexiglass as the stone landed somewhere inside DJ’s eye socket, rattling around unpleasantly.
DJ kept backing up until his backmost set of hands found the wall behind the stage. He tried to get the rock out of his eye socket, but recoiled at the unpleasant sensation of his finger pushing against the circuitry that had previously been protected by the plexiglass dome. His frantic scrambling had caused one of the speakers beside the stage to topple over, taking one of the rainbow spotlights with it in a shower of sparks.
Another rock sailed over his head, hitting one of the spotlights above him. The heavy stage light was knocked loose, and in a stroke of bad luck landed on the elbow joint of his second left arm. The mechanism bent, seizing up and causing every movement of the joint to grind unpleasantly against the wires that ran though his arm.
“HEY!” a deep voice called out as the night guard finally arrived.
The kids quickly scrambled, every brat for themselves and each one hoping the guard would grab their friends before them.
The guard didn’t even glance at DJ as he ran after the kids, leaving DJ alone on his stage.
Just as well. DJ wasn’t in the mood to see anyone else. He lay back down on his stage, keeping one hand over his broken eye until morning.
The incident was reported, of course, and come morning two techs were at his stage looking over the damage. He removed his hand from his eye when he was commanded to, and did his best not to flinch as they surveyed the damage he’d done to himself in his failed attempts at fishing the rock out.
The dance hall would have to be closed today. Probably longer. Karter’s backfill was starting tomorrow. They would have to be the one to fix up DJ and his stage. Quite a task for a newbie, but they had to learn somehow.
Great. Just when DJ was thinking cold, impatient techs were the worst…At least they knew what they were doing, and got it done quickly. Now he had days of being worked on by some novice ahead of him, and no performances to keep his mind off things.
When the techs left, he stared down at the writing on his wrist.
“They really did a number on you, huh?”
He hadn’t yet realized that this was that number.
#not tagging this for now#because i'm not sure if the world really is ready for such things as pining over giant robot clown spiders#my writing#djmm stereo souls
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Also also I guess this is big hater weekend but I really cannot stand how people praise DCAU Brainiac. Tying him entirely to Krypton and robbing him of his own story and origin totally flattens his character and, because I and I alone care, also ruins his family's origins. Making them robots in general makes them worse because the biological factor is a load-bearing part of their characterisation and you can't just replace that with programs or whatever techno-organic mumbo jumbo writers want to come up with (of the "Brainiac is a robot but somehow his descendants are both his descendants and organic" variety).
He doesn't need to be directly tied to Krypton to be an effective Superman villain and Krypton's demise in particular shouldn't be tied to him because that cheapens the idea of the planet's destruction.
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Ok, so, this is a set of fan fic ideas I want to put out into the world for anyone who wants to write it. I have 1 I am writing a little about but it is mostly for personal, haha funny idea, reasons.
The first is one I have seen happen only once I think. Basically Cucurucho being made Phil's ward/child and Phil having to juggle taking care of three kids. With Cheyenne and Cucurucho getting into arguments and Phil having to deal with a bear with basically creative mode.
Second. Cucurucho and Cheyenne (I probably spelled that wrong... But I am not bothered enough to check now.) are the same people. Cheyenne is trying to keep it a secret from everyone, only for Phil to figure it out instantly and instead joke with Cheyenne about it as well as to others in a nonobvious way, especially so with other islanders who are out of the loop while also coming up with plausible excuses for Cheyenne when the baby has to go off and be Cucurucho. This leads to Cucurucho showing favoritism to Phil, which everyone is confused about, while also being confused about why the federation workers are listening to Phil or hanging out with him.
Three, Cheyenne and Cucurucho are not the same person but something happened to Cheyenne and Phil in a broken mental state started seeing Cucurucho as his son. Leading Cucurucho to having to play along or something very bad will happen, either to the bear or the island, and as time goes on Cucurucho starts caring for Phil as much as the man cares about the bear.
Four, this one is kind of out of place with the rest because it completely rewrites the QSMP (and it was completely my idea). The start of the premise (and the entire background of the idea) is Philza completely secluded himself in his hard-core world after Techno and Wilbur's deaths (how is up to interpretation.) and basically disappears for so long that he became a legend alongside Technoblade.
Sometime during Phil's seclusion, a research organization dedicated to studying Mods and updates was formed under the name of "the Federation." The group had initially intended to have robots collect and test any dangerous mobs. Some time later while watching their prototype one day in the field in action, they realized, "Oh sh** these things can develop sentience!" this was after the group had developed a whole division of these robots. Instead of scraping the project, though, the group took a different approach and decided to create a subdivision of the federation to run one of their research servers, Quesadilla Island, directly and to give a permanent, safe, home for the atomita to become players. Over time, Cucurucho, the initial prototype, and their team dedicated themselves to collecting modded materials and mobs for other research facilities since their island did not yet have a research facility. Then one day Cucurucho cashed an avian wing smuggling operation and destroyed the entire organization, saving 3 young avians and a young mimic disguised as an avian in the process. Since it was to dangerous to leave these young avians to fend for themselves Cucurucho took it upon themselves (with the help of their team) to raise the group, and once the 4 were old enough to be able to make their way in the Hub they set them off with Federation backing to allow them to achieve whatever goal they had in mind.
A few years later all 4 made their way back to the federation and applied to be scientists for the organization, while desiring to work on the island they had called home for so long and to see the one who had raised them again. This lead to a whole research division being established on Quesadila island with other scientists joining the initial 4 as permanent research residents on the island. With some of the automata that were in Cucurucho's division finding their calling and personalities with all the new residents. While Cucurucho continued on with his work as a search and retrieval worker with his remaining team while also checking if any damage or alterations the residents made to the island had caused any permanent damage. During one such check where a researcher -cough cough Tubbo cough cough- destroyed part of the ancient wall on the island and woke a dragon up who had soon flown away. During Cucurucho's check of the area he found 12 dragon eggs who soon after hatched into dragonlings that Cucurucho basically decided they had to take care of, though over time many of the dragonlings worked their way into the hearts of the island residents and made those residents their parents, all except 2, Cheyenne and Talullah, both of whom and been born with guardian angles who were the souls of Phil's long past friends (the two can see and hear their own and each others angles, but no one else really can).
Cucurucho had to keep doing his job though and one day with Cheyenne and Talullah following along with his team as they went off server to collect mobs and materials for the residents to study one of the updates the group accidentally found themselves on Phil's hardcore world with a Philza who was ready to kill the intruders that were trying to steal his sniffers. However, the team manages to sedate Philza after a long battle that injured both sides. Cheyenne and Talullah's guardian spirits recognised their friend and father and unintentionally lead to Cheyenne and Talullah refusing to leave without the man, especially with how injured the man was. And Cucurucho, ever the bleeding heart for those he loves brings the man with them while trying to figure out how he was going to try and get the man to stay once he was fully healed to keep the two dragonlings happy.
For me, my intention in the future of my little idea is that over time while recovering Philza meets the other residents and dragonlings and gets to know them, before an event happens that basically locks down the subnet of servers the Federation was using locking all residents in the subnet unable to contact the outside world or get out into it, leading the group into a situation where they have to set up for survival and figure out what happened, with Talullah and Cheyenne endearing themselves to Phil while their guardian spirits whisper for the man to stay as Phil starts to get to know Cucurucho even better (like in a co-platonic-parent way).
And, that's it. Those are my ideas.
If anyone uses them or finds fics similar to them, maybe message me them? I would love to read them! Or, if you need help bordering out any of these ideas I am happy to help out and talk through some possibilities.
Have a nice day!
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Okok another question for the merformer oc should he be fully mechanical or kinda not??
Retro again
i like fully mechanical. i always imagine my merformers as half robot half robo-fish, not techno-organic. i just feel like it's more fun. but you do whatever feels more fun. or whatever makes more sense
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THE CITIZENS:
PRIME APPLES: great and powerful leader of the fort. He may not be fair, or mature, or kind, or just... But honestly who cares he is funny sometimes.
Robo-Prime: he is back from the grasp of the average arcade owner in whatever fucked up sub-multiverse the text doctors live in. And by average I mean only, apparently. Anyways, he is basically prime but with more offense and less defense. Yes, the robot can take less hits than the human. Ironic, I know
Robo apples: head of engineering, and avid hater of fazbear entertainment. His past with them is spotty at best. Also, he doesn't like pizza. Which is weird. Probably trauma...
Control Apples: head of science and with the ability to express himself as well as a cardboard cutout. He does feel emotions, he just cannot show them. At all. Something about one of those therapy beds that was a O.O.P. (Object Of Power). He also likes burning things. Like, more than most Versions.
The tank (formerly known as Fallout apples): bright green power armor, yet blends in better than some people with stealth boys. Want to try to silence a fat man? He's your guy. Also for drugs. He makes all the drugs. ex-soldier of three wars. One for Alaska. One for Vegas. One for Boston. All three for his survival. And maybe fun on that last one.
Felix (fur-merly known as Fursona apples):, Engineer, former leader of the Regrettables (both the faction and the band). He got his time in the limelight. Now he is a actual character! And with the free trauma too. Also he made a lil ring to propose with so... don't tell Will.
Looper: robotic* mercenary for hire. Hope you got the gold! Also there are hundreds of him running around because of time loop shenanigans. Some of them even canonically fuck. Do with that information what you probably won't. (*He isn't a robot, technically. It's a techno-organic virus. He still has all the bits, just robotic. Minus nose, unless it's a snapshot of him with a snout. )
Fog killer: Also known as the apple themed streamer, the apple themed mayor, and the guy with a bigger arcade than @the-arcade-doctor, he is a totally normal and sane botanist trust me bro. Ignore the vines slowly leeching all your blood that's natural. (Now available to talk to on the @evil-group-that-hates-the-fort blog :3. )
Fog survivor: He is an engineer. He solves practical problems. Also works as a medic. He used to be scared of his own shadow. Now nothing phases him. Except getting stabbed because that still hurts.
Clone 007: traumatized asshole with no sense of friendly fire. He will kill anything in his way, no matter if they are helping him or not. Also he has extreme trauma, abandoned issues, and mood swings. The last one isn't related to his past, it's related to his very DNA.
Cashew: A young creature in an old automaton. He is basically a nutcracker from lethal company with some damages. And shorter. Still taller than the average dude, but small for a nutcracker.
Zweifel: What happens when you put a teen so far in the closet he tricked himself into thinking he isnt gay, into a endless colorful hell of wacky whimsical adventures? A hatred of the circus and a fear of vr.
The Angel Of hypocrisy, Nicholai: A homophobic and transphobic douchebag who should eat shit and die. Depending on which version you meet, the name makes more or less sense. Because post time skip, he gets a trans-mask boyfriend who he loves with all his heart. Even ignoring the fact his boyfriend is a serial killer. (If I reference El Carnicero, this is who I'm referring to)
Pixel: Kleptomaniac heister with more kills from just using the environment to his advantage than with his actual weapons.
Stuffie (Formerly known as Monster Apples.): see @plushiemonstervoid I ain't repeating myself.
Satchel: living puppet made from old junk like torn towels and potato sacks. He is tall, lanky, and overall intimidating. He is also a complete pushover who literally can only attack with yarn. Normal yarn. Not exactly lethal.
Demons-Bane: a demon that kills demons. Simple as that.
Warface Apples: currently turned into an anthropomorphic raven for fuckin with... I don't remember, one of @ignisuada 's characters. Generic military dude #171. Nothing special.
Warframe apples: Sneaky, but like stealth in the Deadpool game. He has lore, I just forgot it.
Metal gear apples: god im not even going to bother trying to tie this fucker in with all the bullshit lore this game has. He is a super-soldier. He has a flamethrower. That is all thats important at this point in his non-existent lore.
More to come. Check for edits. Lore is ever-changing after all.
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I'm finally back with another chapter of the hermit tommy fic, Surprisingly Familiar, after months of writers block caused by depression (among other things). A full explanation is found in the notes of the Ao3 version. A link to that is featured in the masterpost of the fic which itself is linked on the masterpost of my writing that's pinned to my blog (a lil complicated, but it keeps things organized)
I am also willing to talk to people on discord if people want. The main server I'm a part of is the Daily Grumbot server. I won't give a link since tumblr doesn't like posts with external links, so just go look for the post at dailygrumbot.tumblr.com!
With that, reminder that the hermit tommy au was created by @petrichormeraki and also anything suspiciously specific said by hels!techno might have some meaning to it, and enjoy the story!
Techno was put in charge of helping carry Doc around. Out of the group, he was the needed balance of being able to lift someone or something that heavy as well as having good mobility. Also Doc didn’t seem to want to be helped if his amount of hissing was anything to go by.
While his missing cybernetics didn’t remove a leg or anything, his missing arm was heavier than his remaining one, so it was more of a difference compared to when he lost his original one. That paired with also losing his eye at the same time made him both unbalanced and without depth perception. They originally tried to let him walk on his own, but Doc instead quickly managed to start falling to the side before crashing into a wall after dealing with the uneven, vine-covered ground. So he was carried.
Without needing to focus on trying to keep upright, Doc instead was left to start mumbling to himself. It was a mix of various languages he knew, but for the most part in ones the others didn’t understand. And even with what they could understand every once and a while, it still wasn’t enough to know what exactly it was about. But at the very least, it seemed to be that he had some theory on what was causing this. Probably.
But they couldn’t really slow down to try and get an answer out of Doc. With what they had found earlier in the treehouse base and the strange animalistic noises they heard when finding Doc, the remaining members of the group knew they needed to keep moving.
“You know, if we can’t get answers from Doc, we might have to circle back.” Techno spoke up.
“We’ll have to circle back sooner or later. It’s not like we have a lot of space.” Mumbo replied, gesturing above them. They were still in the large dome of vines, which seemed to keep them mostly safe from the vines themselves, but whatever monster was around was a different story.
“Yeah, I get that.” Techno huffed. “The thing is, while I can carry Doc around better than most of you. I still can’t do it forever. So it might be nice if we head back or someone else tries carrying him.”
Since Mumbo had been the one to reply to Techno, everyone else used that as a bit of an opportunity to move a little bit faster and let it seem like Mumbo moved closer to offer. Once he realized, the redstoner sputtered a bit before relenting and taking Doc from Techno. The hand off didn’t go quiet so well, Mumbo nearly collapsing when he was given the brunt of Doc’s weight, but he recovered quickly and managed to carry him rather well.
“I guess carrying robots all day builds muscles, eh mate?” Phil asked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.
“I suppose that’s part of it. But moving blocks around for building and redstone helps some too I would think.” Mumbo suggested, though it only got a shrug.
“I thought building wasn’t really your thing. I thought others did that.”
“We all do a little bit of everything.” Xisuma spoke up, though his voice was a little muffled from the vines over his helmet. “Mumbo tends to work more on the redstone side of things, but he’s not stuck there. And he does better at building than Grian at redstone.”
Phil laughed a bit at that before conceding. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Plus redstone’s not all that practically useful if it’s not built somewhere, huh? Can’t really be a door if there’s no building for it.”
“I mean I can still share the designs.” Mumbo huffed a little, his mustache turning into a frown, which simply drew more laughter from Phil, up until Paul, who had been quiet that whole time, shushed them all.
Everyone stopped, not saying a word, even trying to breathe as little as possible. They stood still other than adjusting their feet to best stay in a still position as well as ready to run or fight if necessary. Sounds that were distinctly not from the group came from the foliage around them, the question was if some creature was making them, or if it was simply some sort of breeze through the leaves.
Just as it looked like they were safe enough to keep moving, Doc hissed loudly, and then the creature Xisuma had seen before pounced from some bushes and other nearby greenery. Phil was the first to react, not as burdened by vines as the others. He slashed at the creature with a sword before it tried swiping its claws at him, barely being blocked by the sword in time.
Techno jumped in to help, attacking the creature from behind, hitting it with his axe, which ended up being rather ineffective. In the bit of stunned surprise that caused Techno, the creature swiped at him with enough force to knock him away and onto the ground.
Since he had only just handed Doc off, Tech was already feeling a little exhausted. That and the fact that the creature seemed to be affected by combat differently made everyone worry. One of their remaining fighters was practically out for the count and they still didn’t know what would happen if any of them died.
Before the creature could attack once more, Paul ran in, not with a sword or anything, but just slamming into the thing with his body. The group was still close to the edge of the dome of vines, close enough that with that attack, the creature broke through the wall of vegetation. Though it also seemed to be a sort of foe to Doc, the vines didn’t seem to care and also started wrapping and restraining the creature, it trying to escape its growing prison.
While the group was thankful that the jungle was taking that thing away, they were not so pleased that in getting the creature that far, Paul had to do the same. The vines also attempted to pull him away, likely to trap him with all the others that had been taken.
Xisuma was the first to try and drag him back, Techno and Phil still recovering while Mumbo dealt with Doc. Still, with Xisuma already being so covered that his breathing was hindered, the most he caused was that now the both of them were being dragged in.
Just as Phil rushed to help, there was a yelp from Mumbo as Doc had escaped his grip and rushed as best he could to Xisuma and Paul, hissing loudly. Everyone braced themselves on instinct, ready for an explosion, but it thankfully never came. The vines receded and let the pair go, allowing them to leave the edge of the dome and drag Doc with them.
“Holy fuck, what here you thinking?!” Phil shouted at Doc. “Were you trying to get some of us killed?!”
Doc just sat on the ground quietly, Mumbo and Xisuma both worried for their friend, but unnerved with how vulnerable he seemed. Doc wasn’t even mumbling or hissing any answer, just being completely quiet.
“Fine, I guess we’ll just rest here. Hopefully whatever you did didn’t also give that thing a chance to possibly escape and attack us again.”
“Phil, calm down.” Techno tried to speak up. “Whatever he did worked. We don’t need to dwell on a what if right now.”
“I can’t calm down right now. We have been stuck in this whole thing for who knows how long and we’re going to be here for who the hell knows much longer. And while I would love to leave, I also don’t want it turning into a giant waste of time because someone almost screwed it up for all of us!”
“Can’t die here.” Came a mumble and everyone looked towards Doc. “They won’t…” Doc continued before it devolved into hisses.
“Doc, we can’t understand that last bit.” Xisuma spoke up, making Doc quiet again. “While he shouldn’t be yelling, Phil does have the slight point about how we should try and find a way out of this quickly. What you know would help a good deal.”
After a moment, Doc looked at his right arm, at least what little was left of it, as well as moved the stump. While the message that there was something related to his missing arm involved, Paul was the one to provide more context. “What’s Dinnerbone got to do with this?”
“Wait, you’re saying he really lost his arm to Dinnerbone?” Techno piped up. “Bruh, that’s kind of cool to hear.”
“If I recall correctly from what Doc has said, the two fought and Doc won, and as a sort of revenge, Dinnerbone just removed his arm.”
“Sounds like a sore loser.” Phil joked, having calmed down a little bit with the discussion helping to find a solution as opposed to running around more. “Is this all supposed to be more revenge?”
Doc shook his head, speaking again, but in a language none of them understood all that well. Still, the little information already given was a clue. They just needed to figure out what it meant.
“So,” Techno spoke up first. “Is this being caused by at least one of the gods?” It was that or it was supposed to be revenge by something else, which could have been the case, but was unlikely. And with Doc nodding, then of course it was the first idea.
“Is it still revenge?” Mumbo asked next. “You said it wasn’t more revenge, but maybe… another one got upset?”
“You think multiple gods could be upset at him?” Phil asked incredulously.
“I interacted with Notch, Dinnerbone was on the Mindcrack server a few times, Herobrine is a hermit as well as one of the Deaths.” Paul paused before adding on one more piece of evidence. “And also there’s Etho.”
Mumbo also jumped in before Phil could say more, looking like he might try to refute it. “Doc also has a knack for breaking the laws of the universe simply because he can. While most of it is taken well… I wouldn’t be surprised if something wasn’t.”
“Okay, fine, divine punishment. What for?” Phil conceded, looking at Doc, but was really fine with anyone answering. What he didn’t expect was Doc to nod and manage an answer, simply repeating “punish”. “Well… that’s just great.”
“So… punishment for something. The question is what for.” Mumbo spoke up, rubbing his chin before then asking. “It’s not due to another fight you had, right? Because then that would be the revenge we already said it couldn’t be. So, is it for any of your… disruptive redstone?”
Doc shook his head, doing the same when he was asked if it had any connection to the hivemind Doc had mentioned here and there. From there, there was a bit of sidetracked conversation with Techno comparing Doc’s hivemind to his chat and Phil’s crows. But eventually, they got back on topic.
“So, if it’s not any of those other things, what exactly could they punish you for?” Xisuma asked, and then everyone was quiet to let Doc respond, but he didn't. “Doc, whatever it is, we can’t help unless you tell us. It may be bad, but if we want to-“
Xisuma was stopped as Doc finally spoke up. “Knowledge.”
“What?”
“Know… shouldn’t.” Doc tried explaining, but only half the words could be understood. “…punish too…”
“That’s not great.” Phil huffed. “It’s something you’re in trouble for knowing, forbidden knowledge or some shit, so we can’t help out since we can’t know what it’s about?”
Doc agreed with Phil’s explanation, which had Mumbo place a reassuring hand on Doc’s shoulder. “Doc, I’m sorry that we can’t help you with that part… but if The Jungle was your punishment for… whatever it was, it already happened.”
“He’s right.” Paul spoke up, looking back towards Doc from where he stood leading the group along. “It seems this is about you worrying about the secret slipping and everyone else getting punished, but here we are, surrounded by that happening, probably to a greater extent than it would actually be, and you’re still tight lipped. I think that means you wouldn’t let it slip.”
Doc nodded in agreement, but the group could tell he didn’t fully agree. “Want to… though…” Doc spoke, careful with his words this time to make sure they could all be understood.
“Sorry, that’s not something we can really help you with.” Techno spoke up, the tone of his voice more lighthearted to try and lighten the mood at least a little. “Phil’s already a dinosaur, so Paul must be just as old, plus he knows some of the gods for better or worse.”
“I belong in a museum.” Paul responded, with a tone of voice that implied some sort of inside joke, especially with Phill laughing and even Doc managing a weak laugh.
“Whatever. What I’m saying is he might somehow know what you’re having trouble with. And if not him, then someone else. It can’t be everyone is off limits, right?”
“If not me, someone else from your server?” Paul suggested. “If it’s godly punishment, then for someone safe you might want to talk with I-”
He was cut off by a hiss from Doc, loud enough that no one could tell what Paul said, at least until he apologized and spoke again. “Sorry, I’m uh,,, bad at remembering chosen names it seems. Joe I believe then.”
With that mention, Doc nodded, and everyone took that as the answer to what had been said, not realizing that it was less of a mistake and more of an excuse.
“Even if you can’t talk with any of them, it doesn’t mean you can’t talk to anyone at all.” Xisuma then said, hoping to give a suggestion. “Even though you can’t talk about it directly, you can still voice your worries. Being direct could get you hurt, which is a reasonable fear, but hopefully being indirect won’t get you in trouble. And now that we know the… safe information, you could come to me or Mumbo, or any of the other hermits. Though they would need a summary of what we’ve learned. Not to say we learned what you’re being punished for!” Xisuma quickly corrected at the mention of learning making Doc hiss.
“I think what they’re all trying to say.” Phil spoke up. “Is that there’s ways to get around the whole di-vine punishment and still talk about your feelings so it doesn’t screw you up on the inside. Because keeping it all close to the chest could hurt you.”
That seemed to be what finally got to Doc, because as he nodded, the vines started to disappear, followed by just about everything else around them, before being replaced by the next false reality they would have to go through.
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Everyone was still silent from Grian’s question. No one was sure exactly what to say, though for wildly different reasons. One thing that was certain was that Death, any of them, having an interest in you, likely wasn’t a good thing.
Sahn, who had been the only one making noise with some humming, finally clued in and spoke up first. “Oh wait? Was that question for me? Sorry, I didn’t realize. …Um, what was it again? I already forgot.”
“I uh…” Grian nervously started, unsure now with the shift of tone in the room. “I don’t exactly know who this ‘Warrior’ is. I’ve heard about him a few times, but not enough details. And so I want to know who he is and what exactly is going on.”
“Oh, that first part is easy!” Sahn smiled, cheering up quickly. “He’s officially known as The Warrior of Death! He’s got another name too but I’m not allowed to use it. He’s one of… two? Or wait was it four… I think it was four deaths. But I help him out! And have been since I died.” Despite Grian not liking Sam and not knowing too much about Sahn, he still winced at the mention that Sahn was indeed, and had indeed, died. “I forget exactly why. I think there was something weird. Maybe something about… tents? No… hurts… no it was… somewhere in the middle. Anyway! He wanted me to find you for some reason! I don’t know why because you have Sally, and what should have been enough.”
Grian tensed at the mention of his recently acquired pet chicken, now questioning if there was more to the animal. “And how would she have been ‘enough’?”
“Well my boss really likes chickens. Oh, and other similarly related animals! He can know what just about any of them see. Wait is it any, or all? Maybe both? I don’t remember.”
‘This is probably just because of your current time stuff.’ Astrid signed. She had no clue if that was the case or not, but it was better to come up with an excuse just in case.
“Yeah, she’s probably right.” Flora agreed. “Maybe he’s just wondering why a new death kid just appeared.”
Sahn looked like he wanted to disagree with that, but was stopped as Silski walked through him and picked Grian up. “This isn’t going anywhere. You’re coming with me to an… emergency meeting.”
Grian just kicked at Silski. “First put me the hell down, second, what are you even talking about?”
After a moment, Grian was put back down, though with a huff from Silski. “I’m in a team with a few people. We call ourselves the council. One of the people included is your mom. Other than the actual Deaths, she’ll probably know the most about this. Unlike this ghost.” And Silski attempted to gesture to Sahn, but had no clue where the ghost was and did so in the wrong direction.
“Wait what d'ya mean his mum? I thought he was like, Grifter’s cousin? Though I also think I heard Eepr say he was a clone.” Toob was the one speaking up.
“Uh, well I was supposed to pretend to be some sort of relative, but Flora figured out quickly and so I just didn’t bother?” Grian admitted sheepishly, Flora butting in a moment later.
“Yeah I didn’t know about faking it. But enough has already happened in this world, so one more thing isn’t all that surprising.”
“Well I don’t care.” Silski grumbled. “Are you coming with me or not?”
“Sure…” Grian replied hesitantly. He wanted some sort of explanation. There was already enough going on and enough unanswered questions that he wanted some of them to be answered. That being said, the possibility of seeing his mum felt off. Some of it probably came from the fact that this wouldn’t be his actual mother. But it also might be the simple fact that… he didn’t remember her at all. Grian still had a few memories he was clinging onto of his brothers and dad, but his mum was a different story. She was barely ever around due to her ‘job’. That, mixed with Grian having been so young and it having been so long, he honestly didn’t remember what she looked like, how she sounded, what she was like at all. He would know this warped copy of her better than his own mother.
As Silski started to leave, Grian followed, Astrid managing to tell him that she and Flora would keep in contact with their comms. It reassured Grian a bit, which helped, though when he turned back, Silski had gotten pretty far already.
Grumbling a bit, Grian flew to catch up with the sculk hybrid, nearly face planting into the ground when he landed. “The offer to get carried still stands.” Silski piped up. “Last time I am though, because honestly I’d like to stay away from you and your smell.”
Grian accepted, though instead of being actually carried, he instead perched himself on Silski’s shoulders, which apparently stunk less to him. “Okay I know I tried cleaning myself up when we got back from getting the stuff on my wings checked out, I shouldn’t smell that bad.”
Silski was quiet for a moment, trying to think of what to say that also wouldn’t reveal the secret Astrid had told him. “For all we know, whatever time magic sent you here is ender based. Which is weird since that’s almost impossible to find in pretty much any world, but what else would explain it?”
Grian was pretty sure that by any world, Silski meant the worlds of this reality, not the one he and Grifter were from. Which could make sense if whatever was annoying Silski was unique to the other world he had recently come from and why here and there, the sculk hybrid had mentioned the smell not being as bad. Still, he mentioned that Sense apparently smelled, so what did that mean for him? Just another question to ponder, Grian supposed. In fact, he could even ask about that. “So wait, then what about Sense?”
“Ugh, him. I’m not exactly sure why he smells like death and rotting and whatnot, which makes you seem a whole lot better in comparison. But even ignoring that, I can’t say I’m a fan of him. In the short time he’s been here, Sense has been a prick to me. I didn’t think I did anything wrong, and he sure won’t explain if I ask. I have some guesses, but those might not even be right.”
“Some people can just be assholes.” Grian replied, but then thought about it more. In a world where Taurtis was gone, he had found Perfect Sense. They had been together and seemed madly in love with each other and even had kids. And here was someone saying how bad Sense actually was. Or probably was. He didn’t really know either of the two well enough to know who had more of a point. And, if he did end up the same way, like Grifter, would he potentially turn a blind eye for love? Not if it was really bad, right?
“I can hear your brain going at full steam.” Silski spoke and pulled Grian out of his thoughts, which he realized were probably being spurred on by his audience. “Oh good, that worked. I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while.”
And Grian found that they were already approaching the cottages where Flora had taken him to when she dragged him along while visiting her mum. He hadn’t realized he had zoned out that badly, but Silski also seemed to move pretty fast, so that also probably helped with how short it felt.
He shivered a bit, ready to go into the hopefully warm cabins, only for Silski to walk right past them. Grian complained, but was threatened to be thrown in the snow, so he reluctantly kept quiet. Finally, they reached a bit of a clearing, but nothing really seemed to be there. Which was even more frustrating since Silski stopped moving. Grian still waited a moment, but when nothing happened, he started to say that it all seemed to be a waste of time. Unfortunately, before he could continue, Silski yanked Grian off his shoulders and into his arms before essentially throwing Grian into the middle of the clearing.
Grian yelped at being thrown, before quickly wrapping his wings around him to help brace for impact. He hoped the snow would also help, and it seemed it did because when Grian did land on the ground, it didn’t hurt at all. It was really cold, but didn’t hurt. But, when he went to sit up and yell at Silski, he found it hard as the snow seemed to have swallowed his wings. Enough snow to weigh them down and make them hard to lift. As he tugged to pull one of his wings free, his audience was suddenly pointing out that his wings weren’t the only things the snow was covering.
The amount of times Grian had seen quicksand be mentioned in stories had made him assume it would be more common that it was in everyday life. Suddenly finding himself being swallowed up by quick snow made him try to think over what had happened in all those stories. Unfortunately , all he could come up with was people grabbing onto nearby vines. He wasn’t really in a vine filled forest. And there weren’t even any branches due to them being in a clearing.
Grian ultimately resolved himself to the fact he had been betrayed. He was probably going to die, though thankfully it wasn’t going to be permanently. Unless, of course, Silski had planned ahead. As the cold started to become so unbearable that it hurt, Grian figured he would just have to see when he died. And then he fell onto some wool.
Silski fell down from the ceiling a few seconds later, though he landed on his feet. “Come on, we still need to get to the meeting room.”
Grian didn’t move from the floor, just staring up at Silski. “I’m not dead, right?”
Silski huffed before yanking Grian to his feet. “No. It’s a secret entrance through the snow. There’s others around that are traps to trip people up, so don’t go telling people how to find this place.”
“I thought you guys just met out in the open?” Grian said, recalling when he had first seen the group.
“Yeah, that’s for the public club stuff.” And Silski led Grian down the halls of what seemed like some sort of old structure. “Sure, that’s fun and all, but really, we tend to focus on stuff like this.”
Silski gestured, before cursing and realizing that they were still on the wrong side of a door, which he then led them through, and showed the place off again, though with a little less grandeur. Still, despite that, the room definitely looked amazing to Grian. The room was still clearly the room of the old structure, but at the same time it had been updated in a way. Banners hung to the walls proudly and torches held in what looked like sconces adorned the walls. In the center of the room was a strange table. There was a large wooden disk on top to make it into a table, but the base seemed to be something else.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Grian moved to the table and lifted the disk, staring at the dark magic in the center and the sort of scarlet colored hints accenting it, looking like stars covering the sky. Before he could admire anymore, a hand slammed down in the disk, nearly pinching Grian’s fingers. Grian looked up to see who had done that and found a girl glaring daggers at him. He assumed she would be frowning if it weren’t for the bubble gum she was blowing, which made him flinch when it popped. But he didn’t seem to be the only one startled by the noise as a hiss came from his left.
Grian took a step back at seeing a creeper, not dealing with them all that much so far, but knowing what they could cause. However, after a moment when it didn’t explode, Grian realized that it was actually a hybrid rather than an actual creeper, and also they had a lot of cats with them.
“Oh come on!” Bubblegum girl glared at the creeper. “How are you still flinching at that?”
“Y-you did it t-too soon.” The creeper shuddered out, almost like they were still cold despite how warm the room was compared to the temperature outside, or should it be considered above? “I d-didn’t get a ch-chance to process it.”
“I duh duh duh- that’s what you sound like. You’re still just a little cry baby.” Grian, though the insults weren’t pointed at him, still winced at them since they were coming from an unfamiliar person that could potentially turn to him at any second.
“F-fuck you.” The words sounded more confident than the stutter would imply. “I got in here j-just like everyone else. And I d-didn’t get a f-free pass, like s-some people.” And then their gaze turned to Grian, also being a glare, which did not help Grian’s confidence with being there. And Silski had yet to say a word, so he didn’t expect the sculk hybrid to speak up and tell them to back off. But someone did.
“Leave him alone. Unlike everyone else, as you are comparing him to, it seems like he wasn’t here willingly.” And Grian looked to see another person enter the room, someone both familiar and not. Someone, though he had forgotten the face of, he could still remember that it was different. His mother, or this version of her at least.
“Speaking of.” Silski now spoke up. “I’ve got answers to your questions about that, as well as a bit more. But the simple answer is that Grian is apparently just Grifter from the past.”
“The simple answer?” The alternate version of his mother asked, and Grian wondered if she could tell he wasn’t the real Grifter. It was probably because of his wings. Grifter apparently made his look more like the real one’s, so maybe he could pretend the opposite?
“Well, he wanted me to pretend otherwise to try and keep things simple. Who knows what someone might want out of the possibility of time travel. So he helped with changing my appearance to really throw people off.”
“I see.” Was the answer before his not mum looked over at bubblegum girl. “Ekke, I believe you had wanted clarification on something?”
Elle popped another bubble before sitting up in her chair. “Yeah. We saw him before. I think he saw us too, but didn’t come running over even though you two said he went missing for a couple of years when he was like this, right?”
“W-we were really y-young then.” The creeper spoke up. “He pr-probab-bly wasn’t sure i-if it was us.”
“Okay fine, whatever.” She chewed loudly and leaned back in her seat, the chair teetering on its back legs. “If ya don’t remember their names, they’re Euro and Krys.”
“Ekke!”
“Whaaat? Just make it quick for the kid so Sil can actually start the meeting.”
Silski sighed before moving Grian to sit in Silski’s chair before the sculk hybrid propped his arms up on the backing. “The main reason we’re here is that someone outside of Grian’s immediate family seems to be taking an interest in things, which could lead to some extra insight on Grian appearing, but could also be cause for concern. Grian’s here to supplement any information I haven’t pieced together from the rumor mill as well as be a sort of… well, not lie detector exactly. But you know what I mean.”
“Uh, I don’t.” Grian spoke up, before being silenced as Silski reached a hand down before covering Grian’s face to shush him. That worked all of two seconds before Grian shoved the hand away and then sulked in the chair.
“S-so… your m-mention of n-non imme-“ Euro wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Silski started to answer. Grian thought it was a bit rude for a moment before noticing Euro didn’t seem upset by it, so maybe it was a normal thing.
“Yes I did mean it was still about someone in your extended family. It seems to be Death. The other one of course.”
Grian watched as Krys clapped a hand to her mouth before slowly lowering it at Silski’s added clarification. “Oh. That’s… strange. You’re sure it’s him?”
“Considering Grian’s got a chicken following him around plus someone saying they literally work for the guy, I’m fairly certain.”
“Lovely…” Krys sighed, rubbing her temples before pausing to pick a cat up off of the floor and hand it to Euro in a fashion that seemed like it was a common action. And it seemed helpful since Euro had not reacted well to the confirmation.
“Is he okay?” Grian asked the group in general, concerned about his… pseudo brother? He guessed that was probably the best way to describe Euro, though he obviously wouldn’t say it aloud.
“Right, you wouldn't know about it, would you?” Silski spoke up. “Did Fleur and Astrid at least tell you about how people get into this world?” Grian thought it over, thinking Flora may have made some small comment about it. But apparently needing to take that long to answer was an answer of its own. “Alright, who wants to explain?”
“I will.” Ekke raised a hand. “So before you were admin, we had this asshole named Nightmare. He said the place was open to just about anyone to join, but to make sure the place wasn’t completely flooded, there was a sort of test in the way. He got ahold of a way for people to have to deal with their ‘biggest fear’ or whatever. If you could get past it, it meant you were strong enough or some bs. Plus, if you showed up together with someone, then you had to go through theirs as well. And if you failed the test by succumbing to it or dying, you would fail. Depending on how, it could just be you booted, or could be everyone. Turns out part of the reason he was so insistent was because this place is screwed the hell up because of the guy interested in you, and trying to get out is only easier than getting in because of that test.”
Grian’s heart dropped at the last bit of information. Sure, most of it didn’t sound great, but he kind of wanted to leave to get back home eventually, and time travel wasn’t really the easiest thing in the first place. Plus, if the person interested in him had messed things up that badly… well, who knew what that meant for him. “Well… uh, what does that mean for Euro?”
“A few things really.” Krys was the one to speak up before showing off some scars on her neck that made Grian flinch. He had seen similar ones on Flora, but they were mostly covered with fur. Without that, they looked a lot worse. “As you know, your father is one side of death. Nightmare knew that and… didn’t want him involved. So he made sure to find ways to cut contact between him and us. Some of that included him involving your uncle once he did learn about what had happened to us.”
“Oh… so dad’s…?” Grian trailed off. It wasn’t his dad, not really, and he hated that he needed to keep reminding himself that. But again, he still wanted to see his family again, no matter what version of them it was.
“Wile sees him most often, your father makes it a bit easier to leave. Not by too much, but enough.”
Grian nodded before thinking of another question. “Uh, do you guys need to go through that whole test every time? Or did I guess, since it’s not around anymore from what Grifter told me.”
“Th-thankfully n-no.” Euro hissed out. “If I h-had to see th-those two every time, th-the potato t-torcher w-wouldn’t be en-nough.”
“Potato torcher?” Grian asked, eyebrows raising in a mixture of shock and concern. “Is that-?”
“A sentient potato really screwed Euro over.” Ekke spoke up. “One day it was ‘oh you are suck a close friend! Come to my wedding because we are such good friends’ to ‘why are you so upset I tried threatening a child with doxxing’ all the way to ‘here’s every time I and some others you thought were friends actually hate you for that we decided to tell you all at once instead of pointing it out in the moment for you to work on, why the hell didn’t you ever improve or change?’ ignoring the fact that they changed the context of some of those things. It, pardon the language, really fucked him over for ages. He tried joining this place not long later and I’m surprised he made it through alive. It was like a reverse beacon stealing nightmare. Not the person of course.”
“That… is a lot to unpack.” Grian spoke up, glancing at the creeper hybrid. “Are you sure he’s okay with you sharing all that?”
“Pretty much.” Ekke shrugged. “He’s terrified of sharing it directly, so doing it through other means works better. I’m totally free if you ever want to do the same. As long as it’s not also something that causes you disdain for potatoes and certain conifer trees because I don’t think I could handle two of that.”
“It’s uh… mainly rabbit based.” Grian admitted quickly, hoping it would resolve the topic. Which it seemed to with Ekke nodding before Silski coughed to bring attention back to him and then get them back on topic.
“Anyway, again, Warrior named death is involved again. I already mentioned he has someone around that’s working for him. That someone said they were here for Grian specifically, but also for someone going by the same of Spore.”
“Oh n-no…”
“I can’t be certain that it’s anything related to sculk though.” Silski paused to give Grian some clarification. “The Dark, aka what’s through the portal that is this table, is fungal like, and fungi have spores.” And Silski lifted the board on top of the table enough to show off the portal briefly to Grian. “The worker specifically mentioned that Spore was asked to interact with Perfect Sense and help with his redstone poisoning.”
“Which could be from redstone immunity which fits if it is sculk based.” Krys agreed. “Or might not if they’re interacting with his kind.”
“His kind?” Grian asked, wondering if it had something to do with Silski’s ‘ender’ mentions.
“There is a very long story about that.” Krys answered. “But a simple thing is that he’s not really from around here.”
“Ah.” Grian nodded, realizing that was probably more connected to him and Grifter not being from around there either.
“Okay next bit.” Ekke spoke up, getting a frustrated sigh out of Krys.
“We still need to be careful about the ‘entrance exams’ apparently.” Silski spoke, using air quotes around entrance exams. “Astrid came back mentioning a pretty big group was stuck in a reenabled test. There’s a chance it’s still connected to Warrior because of how big the group supposedly is. The person who showed up already is a ghost, so they likely got a free pass.”
“How m-many is a large gr-roup?” Euro asked, getting an answer of ten people, which made him hiss and hide by snuggling into cat fur.
“They hopefully won’t come through then.” Krys spoke, though she still looked concerned. “Did Astrid mention any progress?”
“Not directly, no.” Silski started, then quickly added before anyone could reply, “She did mention a ‘king’ is part of the group, so if they do make it through…”
“I understand. If something happens to you, we won’t fault you for it.”
Silski shrugged, and Grian looked for some sort of answer, though he wasn’t given one. “I still might as well give the rest of the information I’ve put together. It’ll go to a whole lot more use if it’s not stuck with me.”
“Okay spit it out half n half.” Ekke got glares from everyone with working eyes, but didn’t seem to mind, just waiting for Silski to continue.
“This next part is probably going to get me in trouble, but I don’t trust Grifter.”
“What?” Grian turned in his seat to look at Silski. “Uh, but he’s me?” He then wondered if Silski had realized that they weren’t the real Grifter. “Why say it in front of me if-”
“Because you should get a heads up.” Silski replied, cutting Grian off, then further explained when Krys asked him to. “Look, he’s the new admin and everything, and I swear my distaste isn’t just because of the company he keeps, though to me it’s a very good reason.”
“That’s my future husband you’re referring to.” Grian complained before Silski whacked him.
“Look, he’s your future version. I’m sure you think that makes him immediately trustworthy, but I don’t think that’s the case. You want to go to your home and change the past? Well what if he’s in the version of the timeline where he tried that and it’s a lost cause? You were mumbling about someone completely different when you came back from some ‘training’ with Grifter, and based on context clues, I think it’s someone you want to change the past for. Maybe Grifter thinks it’s fine to screw them over to keep things how they are, but you might not.”
“Who’s to say it wouldn’t be purposely screwing them over that I want to cause?” Grian asked, getting an answer from Euro.
“W-well, if you wa-ant to do that, then y-you would just want to d-do it f-for you, but Sils-ski said you w-want it f-for the other p-person, which i-isn’t a dist-tinction made lightly.”
“Okay, fine. So what if that is what he’s doing? Maybe he’s right.” Grian spoke back, though if it were the case, he wouldn’t be happy with it.
“That’s just one possibility. There could be other things that are going on. Like the fact that he’s training you at all is worrying.”
“How so?”
“What exactly is he training you for?” Krys asked, and Grian quickly gave the answer, which seemed to concern her. “Oh, yes that is worrying. Listeners are particular about things, Watchers just as much.”
“Watchers?” Grian asked. It wasn’t something Grifter had mentioned, at least not that he could really recall.
“They’re counterparts to Listeners. It’s not something I’m an expert on, not in the slightest, but the two are made to be balances to one another in more than one way, to the point that just one Listener can affect things on the other side greatly. If you’re learning early, it could cause some issues.”
“Well, Grifter’s been constantly going to wherever other Listeners are and telling them about what’s going on.” Grian explained from what he had been told. “If they haven’t made a big stink about it, then it must be fine, right?”
“G-grian, you k-keep saying th-things that you’ve b-been told.” Euro spoke up. “B-but have you g-gotten any p-proof? Saying th-things c-can be r-really easy comp-pared to actual p-proof.”
Grian wondered for a moment if maybe Euro had a point before he remembered that Grifter had given him some proof. “Yes, I have.” He looked over at Krys, knowing she would be able to verify what he was saying on some level. “The other person who’s been staying with you, Flora’s mom Sadie, she’s seen the physical proof I’ve been given about everything.”
Krys paused before nodding. Sadie had mentioned something to her of that sort. That confirmation seemed to help Euro and Ekke, but Silski was another deal. He knew a bit more than he could say, for fear of completely screwing things over. Sure, proof could be proof, but it still wasn’t something first hand. Even something like what Grian was mentioning needed to be verified. And if it was anything like what he assumed from what little info he’d gathered about what the so called proof was, it seemed like something that could be manipulated, giving half truths and leaving out certain parts to cast Grifter in a better light than reality.
“Now, I would like to circle back to something you mentioned before.” Krys spoke up, directing her statement to Silski. “This ghost you mentioned could have easily gotten through to this world, but it sounded like this Spore person is also around if the ghost has already contacted them. That is what you meant, yes?”
“Right.” Silski grumbled. “My guess is they either managed to be separate from the big group, or they got in through alternate methods.”
“Like what?” Ekke asked, then Silski patted Grian’s head. “Him?”
“Me?” Grian asked, looking up at Silski for some sort of explanation.
“Just because it could be they’re connected to sculk doesn’t mean they definitely are. You guys crashed at our house after you met with Cerus, which happened because you owed Wassa. And you owed Wassa because after Grifter took you off-world to train, you came back with some sort of substance on your wings that appeared after you were in a mushroom valley or something.”
“Uh… cave but the rest is pretty accurate.” Grian mentioned. “How much are they talking about me behind my back?”
“Just stuff they want another opinion on.” Silski tried reassuring Grian. “Plus, they’re not entirely convinced Grifter’s telling the full truth either. Fleur’s wondering things with the ghost around and Astrid’s still wary of him after her whole curse incident.”
“Right, that.” Grian reluctantly agreed. He still didn’t think that was the case, that Grifter was lying. He had been handed proof, shouldn’t that be enough? “Well, uh, if we’re worried about the Spore person, since we know they’re connected to the death you’re talking about, if they were somehow brought over by me, someone should have noticed.”
“You mean like noticing you had gunk stuck all over your wings?”
“Not all over them!” Grian argued, then hesitated before adding on. “Just… noticeable enough that it bothered me. But that doesn’t take much!”
“Then show your wings off to the others.”
Grian froze at the suggestion. Not because showing the mycelium off could be bad, but more the idea of him showing his wings off to two people who were supposed to be his family. They would know he wasn’t supposed to have these bright colorful wings, so the best explanation would be that they were disguised that way. But you couldn’t really color them differently since the shape was different too. So it would have to be some sort of illusion, but something like that should also hide the mycelium. And since they knew he was supposed to be Grifter’s past version, he couldn’t use some other excuse. He didn’t know how to make an actual illusion himself to make his wings look like how they were ‘supposed to’ while also showing off the mycelium they hadn’t quite gotten rid of. Especially since he couldn’t really look at his wings since they were on his back.
“You hesitating isn’t a great sign.” Ekke spoke up, then made Grian flinch as she blew and popped a bubblegum bubble.
“I… I’m not a fan of anyone looking at them. I barely tolerated getting them inspected before, and that was only because Flora and Astrid were there.” Grian fumbled before giving his excuse. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he had gotten used to his wings being messed with back home… mainly by Sam. If the circumstances were a little different, he probably would let the group look, but for now, he couldn’t. “I know technically you’re part of my family, well I mean you are.” Grian then had to quickly cover almost revealing things. “It’s just, I haven’t seen you guys in years. If it weren’t for showing up here in the future, it sounds like I still wouldn’t have seen you for a few more years. We might be related, but you’re still pretty much strangers to me.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Krys agreed. “However, if you could potentially come back with one of those two at a later time, this is pretty important.”
“We’ll see.” Grian answered, then looked at the others. “So, is that about it?”
“I th-think so.” Euro said, then looking to Ekke, who nodded.
“Alright then, let’s go.” Silski spoke up, then started to stand before Krys held up a hand, making everyone pause.
“There is one more thing I think we should discuss.”
“And what’s that?”
Krys sighed before speaking again. “We’re under the assumption that The Warrior is after Grian due to his time displacement, but I’m not completely sure. Technically, it could be that, but it may not be just from curiosity.”
“What do you mean?” Ekke spoke up, now sitting in her chair properly and looking at Krys. Looking over to Euro, Grian saw he looked just as concerned.
“My husband is not the biggest fan of Grian, or rather, Grifter. It takes a bit of explanation, but the long and short of it is that despite being death, they can be killed, and Grifter could potentially do that.”
“He could what?” Silski asked, surprised and nearly shouting. Grian was just as surprised. Was she saying that he would want to- no, it was just speculation, right?
“How do you know that?” Grian asked, voice wavering, before getting his fears confirmed that Grifter had tried to kill Deathza. The only thing reassuring Grian at that point was the following information that it occurred before Grifter was put in prison, meaning before he was replaced with the current Grifter.
“Okay, let me get the full explanation out of the way, it will make things a whole lot simpler.” Krys spoke, then pulled out a sword. Grian worried about why the weapon was drawn before the blade was used to carve into the table. “Our universe is really two universes. Once upon a time, they were just one, but that’s not the case now.” And she caved a line down the middle of the square she had originally carved. “Most people think of them as mirrors to one another, but that’s not exactly the case. Think of it as more of a set of scales. If you put weight on one side, a matching weight needs to be placed on the other side. It doesn’t need to be immediate, but the longer one side weighs more, the more likely it could eventually crash against the ground and potentially break the scale itself.”
Grian looked at the scale that was carved onto the table, one side on each side of the middle dividing line. While the scale example worked, the mention of most people thinking of the two as mirrors made Grian also take that into account. If it was so common, then there had to be some things that fit better with that explanation. Like, if he were here, could the actual past version of Grifter be experiencing the same thing? Or if the real Grifter were also on this side, what did that mean for the side Grian was from. “Uh, do the sides have names at all?”
“A few.” Krys agreed. “Aey and Enne, Wels and Hels, Kall(Kæll) and Glöd, there’s a good amount. We’re in Aey and the other is Enne. People are usually from one or the other, but the gods are not, and there are rumors that there are some people who could still be from the before. I would doubt that’s the case since again, the scales. They can be tipped for a while, but certainly not that long.”
Grian nodded, but then looked up from the diagram to ask a question. “So, what does that have to do with now?”
“I’m getting there.” Krys assured, then dragged her sword over the place where the scale connected. “Aey and Enne can still interact with one another. Mentioned before were the Listeners and Watchers. While they are mainly considered part of Aey and Enne respectively, they interact with both sides, with at least one of each assigned to each world. Along with that, their kind are not restricted to which side they come from. Another example of interaction is for the deaths. Two deaths for each side. They represent the two sides to death itself for their respective half of the universe.”
Krys drew a pair of circles on both sides of the split, putting an extra dot in one of the circles on what Grian assumed was the Aey side. “Despite them being the embodiment of death in its various forms, they aren’t gods. I wouldn’t say demigods either, but even lesser gods isn’t right. And then powerful practically immortals is a mouthful.” Krys sighed. “As long as the deaths are deaths, they are able to go between worlds at will, ones from both Aey and Enne. For the most part, they will stick to the side they belong to, but for certain cases they will interact with the other. The biggest reason for that is that there’s one rule placed on them by the gods. They cannot be the ones handling the souls of their family.”
While it made sense, Grian was still surprised by it. Whenever he was dealing with the possibility of dying back home, he always recalled that his mother was death. He didn’t know the full ins and outs of it, which was obvious now, but he had hoped that if he did die, stuck as a ghost or not, he would still potentially get to see her again. “So… if I end up dying…”
“Your father wouldn’t be involved, even if it would fall on his portion of death.” She paused when Grian opened his mouth. “This explanation is already long enough, I’m not explaining those sides.” And Grian’s mouth snapped shut. “Your uncle also wouldn’t be involved due to that as he is still part of your family. It affects mostly direct bonds, children, marriage, adoption too for Flora’s case. But because of all that, neither death of this world could deal with any of us, so that would fall upon the deaths of Enne. Or, it could fall upon the duty of a new death.”
“Which would happen if one of them were killed?” Grian asked, pretty sure he was following along.
“If they were killed or retired or whatnot. Their title would pass on. If they willingly leave the position, then it would be given to who they also willingly pass it to. But if they are killed, it passes to the one who defeated them.”
And suddenly a lot of things made sense. “So, you’re saying that my uncle, this ‘Warrior’, might be interested in me because Grifter could kill him. And… and he might want to kill me first? To erase Grifter so he couldn’t even try?”
“Smart kid.” Ekke spoke up, but then looked to Krys to confirm if that was what she was trying to imply, earning a nod.
“Before, I would have said that it couldn’t be the case, but there’s also the fact that Silski has implied your… ‘scent’ could be from something connected to Enne. But that doesn’t entirely matter right now. What does matter is why the Warrior is really interested in you.”
“Then I guess we’ll need to start grilling the ghost he had show up. You guys owe me and Toob for kidnapping Jane. And making him stay at our place. And making me deal with the ender fucker more. Just, you guys are in charge of interrogation.”
“Okay fine, that’s fair.” Grian agreed. “So, now are we done?”
“Yes, now we are done.” Krys agreed, then stood from her seat and flipped the table board over, revealing other carvings. “Oh, uh. I guess we need another one of these.”
“Not it.” Silski spoke up, then picked Grian up, ignoring as he squawked a bit. “I need to get him out of here and then back to my place. Among other things. So bye.”
By the time they were back out in the snow, Grian didn’t really notice the cold all too much, instead focusing his thoughts on everything that was talked about. Okay well he did eventually focus on the cold because it felt like it was freezing his wings off. The feeling did subside enough for him to start thinking again, making him think he just got used to it. And that was a fair assumption, seeing as how he was right before with the fact that he couldn’t see his wings well, including how the mycelium stuck in them receded in time with his feeling of the cold.
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Jrum, along with a number of the Hermits, were at spawn. He held a weapon in his off hand, but his main hand was sparking slightly. Not because he was damaged or anything, no. Vee, along with some help from Hoodie, had been teaching Jrum fairly well on how to use magic. And by fairly well, he meant he had learned the basics well enough to not explode and said it was good enough for him.
While Jrum trusted the two enough to teach him, that still wasn’t by much, but the only Hermits who could have taught him were busy or unavailable, and the other magic users weren’t in a compatible style or whatever Joe had said about it.
Speaking of Joe, he and the other opped Hermits had finally found the issue with the whitelist. Whether it was Grifter’s doing or someone else’s, people who were supposed to be ignored by the whitelist, specifically Watchers and Listeners, were now being checked. And since they weren’t officially on the list, they couldn’t get through. That being said, the reason Vee had gotten in was because of an exception Xisuma had added for those under a certain listed age. He had added it after a small fiasco that had happened when the bots were first given their bodies. There was also supposed to be more to the rule, but it was assumed that the fact Vee was from Hels was messing with it.
Either way, it led back to why everyone was at spawn. After adding the main people who were being kept out by the issue, Vee had been allowed to add her father onto the list. Though the Hermits were reluctant since he had associated with Grifter before, he hadn’t seemed to know the actual truth. Still, he probably knew the most out of everyone involved that would be willing to talk to them. And if he did cause issues, then Pix or Zloy could be called in.
When someone finally appeared, the Hermits all prepared just in case there were problems right off the bat. Fortunately that didn’t seem to be the case, and the Listener just looked over the Hermits before Cub gestured that they could relax a bit. As soon as he did, Vee ran out from the crowd, no longer being held back by Stress.
The Listener merely let Vee tackle him with a hug before attaching herself to one of his arms. One of his six arms. The arm lifted until Vee was in front of his face, which had milky white eyes that probably couldn’t see well if at all. “Papa! You’re here!”
“I am.”
“And you’re like this! Jungle gym time!”
The Listener laughed before bringing another arm up, which she also hugged onto. As she continued to hang from his arms, the Listener looked at the Hermits to answer the main question he assumed they had. “I don’t feel comfortable showing off my regular look to you guys. This is how I look when all… Listener-ified. I think you have seen how Grian looks when he’s the same.”
“You mean when he looks more like a giant harpy?” Scar spoke up, getting another laugh out of the Listener.
“Yes, like that. I managed to get these things.” And he moved his extra sets of arms that Vee wasn’t clinging to.
“Jungle gym Papa!”
“Yes, it could also be called that.” And then he pulled Vee away and put her back on the ground. “But it’s probably better if you go play somewhere else.”
“Aww, but you just got here!”
The Listener sort of seemed to glance up at the Hermits before speaking to Vee again in a stage whisper. “Well I think these guys want to make me do boring adult things with me. Probably meetings and paperwork and presentations.”
“Nooo that’s dumb!”
“Well you can run off so you won’t have to suffer through it with me.”
Vee nodded before running over to Jrum to play with him again. Jrum reluctantly followed, but did his best to go slowly to hear as much of what he could.
“Alright, so are we going to be talking here, or do you guys have a special meeting room?”
“We have one of those if you don’t mind the travel to get there.” Cub was the one who spoke up, and then Jrum caught the Listener nodding.
“It’s no problem Mx…?”
“Huh? Oh don’t bother with that, just call me Cub.”
“You never know, better safe than sorry.” And then Jrum saw him shrug, which looked weird with extra arms. “You can call me Joeyish.”
And then Jrum was finally pulled out of hearing range, and also dealing with Vee panicking from seeing a fish.
#hc x dsmp#hermit tommy au#technoblade#docm77#mumbo jumbo#philza#xisumavoid#paul soares jr#grian#hels!drista#hels!fundy#hels!ranboo#hels!tubbo#hels!s@m#hels!kristen#hels!techno#hels!nikki#cedar whisp is a fucking bitch /derogatory /gender-neutral#jrumbot#joe hills#taurtis#joeyish#taurtis aka joeyish#goodtimeswithscar#cubfan135
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So for a little while, I've been passively coming up with my own fan continuity. It's not fully formed - more of a series of half baked shower thoughts than anything else - but I figured 'fuck it, might as well share it before I forget all of this this.'
Okay, so our story starts pre-canon. Some thousand or two years ago, a ship of Minicons trying to flee the war arrive in our galaxy with Megatron in pursuit of them. The Minicons manage to shoot Megatron down, but not before he manages to severely damage their engines. As the ship breaks up in the atmosphere, several protoforms are thrown free from the ship.
Smash cut to forty years ago, where a small team of Autobots above Earth and are searching for Optimus Prime, who disappeared without a trace some time after Megs and the minis. Among the crew are the former Rescue Bot and bitter Elita One, the trigger happy and reckless Whirl, the klutzy but well meaning Seaspray, the triple changing rookie Moonracer, and one or two more bots that I haven't decided on.
As luck would have it, a team of Decepticons searching for Megatron arrive not long after, including the sadistic yet flighty Thunderblast, the Autobot traitor Mirage, the dull and brutish twins Runamuck and Runabout, and several other undecided cons. They attack the Autobots immediately, and the ensuing firefight sends both ships crashing down to Earth.
Forty years later, the Autobots awaken and their mission to find Optimus is quickly superseded by the need to defend Earth from the Decepticons. But during their time on Earth, they find that they aren't the only bots to have crash landed on the planet...
Miscellaneous bullet points
With Optimus and Megtron out of the picture, Ultra Magnus and Strika are leading their respective factions. Starscream tried to pull his 'Megatron has fallen!' shtick, only for Strika to shut him down before he could finish.
With the exception of the protoforms that fell from the ship and maybe(?) a few others, the Minicons on the ship died on impact.
Speaking of protoforms, several of them came into contact with humans, resulting in the fusion of organic DNA and robotic CNA at the cellular level. From oldest to youngest, some of the ones around today are Marissa Faireborn, Astoria Cartlon-Ritz, and Sari Sumdac, each of which have special abilities. Only Astoria grows up knowing she's not completely human, but recognizes the others for what they are almost immediately.
Unlike her compatriots, Marissa retains the Minicon ability to increase a bot's strength, though she doesn't physically powerlinx with them (Do not bring up Kiss Players. I was not intentionally drawing from kiss Players for Marissa). Instead, she emits a sort of energy field the can unlock extra abilities of whichever bot she chooses.
Astoria is an outlier with the power to disrupt technology with just a touch, but she has poor control over it. As this ability grows stronger, she eventually manages to work her way up to being able to temporarily stun a bot's t-cog.
Had Sari remained a full Cybertronian, she likely would have combined with two other Minicons to form a weapon equal in power to the Requiem Blaster or the Star Saber. As she is now, she packs far more firepower than her fellow techno-organics, something that fills Whirl with a worrying amount of glee.
There are other techno-organics, one of whom was found and experimented on for most of their life. The experience left them with a burning hatred for humanity and its cruelty, as well as Cybertronians due to the war forcing the Minicons to flee to Earth in the first place. Given their immense firepower, they likely would have been the second component to whatever hypothetical weapon Sari would have been a part of.
Some of the protoforms were activated long before Elita's team crashed on Earth, though I haven't decided if t hey're still alive or not.
G.I. Joe is in this Wait don't leave! For the most part, the Joes are in the background, only really crossing paths with the Autobots when the Decepticons and Cobra occasionally team up (And subsequently betray each other) or are coincidentally after the same goal.
Similarly to his Animated SG counterpart, Optimus is on Earth and under the control of somebody else, but I haven't decided on who. He's often sent out to dispose of his friends, something that ways heavily on the enslaved leader's spark.
Megatron's fate is still unknown. Maybe the Minicons really did manage to kill him or maybe he's in a situation similar to Prime's.
Several human villains from the franchise's history show up. Angry Archer, Slow Mo, and Nanosec are mostly just nuisances that the Autobots have to deal with sometimes, but Meltdown, Circuit Breaker, and Mandroid have personal vendettas against the visiting aliens. Maybe Mandroid has Optimus? Hmm.
The Autobots have holoforms, and it's an unspoken rule the Whirl isn't allowed to go out alone in his. He keeps doing shit to get himself arrested and Astoria is sick of bailing him out.
I won't say Optimus and Elita aren't a thing in this, but I won't say they are, either. Again, undecided.
Nobody knows why Optimus went off alone to find Megatron without telling anybody, but it'll be a long time before he's able to answer any questions.
#transformers#fan continuity#transformers au#maccadam#dude i do *not* feel like tagging all of those characters
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13 REASONS WHY SARI SUMDAC BEING TECHNO-ORGANIC WASN’T A GREAT IDEA…
1. Sari being a ‘unique’ Half-Transfomer Ally, ironically ruins the ‘uniqueness’ of her friendship with the Autobots… What made her friendship special with them was that they all befriended her, despite her being a completely different species... She was their connection to the Earth and Humanity.
2. The 9-year old girl upgrades herself into a 16-year old and the age-up doesn’t get reversed (and the skirt of her dress gets a bit dangerously shorter).
3. The upgrade also gives her blue cyborg eyes, which are kinda awkward looking to be honest (the blue chest gem is pretty though).
4. The upgrade also drains all of the Allspark Key’s healing powers, for some reason. (It can create life and bring back the dead, but turning Sari into a cyborg superhero was too much for it to handle?)
5. Sari’s origin backstory is never properly explained and even if it was, it probably would’ve taken a super weird turn, even by TFA’s standards.
6. She somehow gained her father’s organic DNA to become a cyborg, even though she doesn’t have the special download ability that Blackarachnia does.
7. All it takes is one scrap of the elbow for Sari’s alien robot parts to be revealed; Do you seriously expect me to believe that an adventure-loving and energetic girl like Sari, never once tripped and scrapped her knees while running?
8. Also, Autobots in TFA start out as adults, why did Sari start out as a child?
9. Why doesn’t Sari sometimes need energon or oil to survive, since she’s supposed to be half-bot?
10. When Sari got super angry in the first episode of TFA, she accidentally uses the energy-blasters in her hands for the first time; Why is Sari only able to use her powers, after she discovers that she’s a cyborg?… There were plenty of times where Sari got enraged before Season 3, yet she couldn’t use her special powers back then.
11. Why couldn’t Sari transform into a second form, before her upgrade?
12. Why doesn’t Sari have an Autobot-Face, to go with her Battle Armor Form?… Transformers are supposed to have both a robot form and a vehicle/animal/whatever form, but Sari has a human face in both her human and autobot forms, so she feels more like a sci-fi magical girl or a generic cyborg girl then an actual Transformer!
13. Also, Ratchet claims to have locked away Sari’s upgrades, but Sari is still a blue-eyed cyborg teen, she can still use her Battle Armor, she still has technopathy (telepathy for tech) and she’s still strong enough to battle the Dinobots!
Do I even need to mention her weird ‘Shattered Glass Counterpart’?
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Woah hey! I haven't posted on Tumblr for years, I really gotta start posting more here.
But anyways, after nearly a month I've finally finished this reference sheet! I'm still trying to master the Rescue Bots art style. I'm very pleased with how this version of the character turned out, I've never actually designed a TF OC with an alt mode before. I will make a wiki page soon which will elaborate more about this AU, but in a nutshell Doctor Morocco is a techno-organic (half cybertronian half human) he's been aware of this for decades but won't truly accept it. So using his Chamber of Youth he constantly reverts his body to a time before the cybertronian side of him takes over.
Cut to Season 3's episode 'The Last of Morocco' the Verne Device that powers the chamber has been stolen by Madeline Pynch leaving Morocco with no choice but to succumb to whatever horrors his Cybertronian side has to offer. However his Chamber of Youth still has some residual energy, just enough to send a singular piece of paper back in time to his close friend Jules Verne. And just like in the original episode, Jules refuses to lend Morocco the Verne Device stating 'This is not the man I knew.' Morocco then attempts to destroy the bots, High Tide stopping him with Morocco surrendering shortly after. He then decides to confess about his predicament and as to why he needed the Verne Device to begin with.
Okay cutting to the end of season 3 going on season 4 or else this will end up being waaaayy too long. After a lot of reasoning, persuasion monologues and tears, Morocco has had a change of heart. Becoming similar to the man he once was long ago, before drifting away from his best friend Jules Verne. He's been taught by the bots (mainly Blades surprisingly) and Optimus Prime how to master this new Cybertronian form and eventually decides to scan a vehicle mode. Morocco originally wished to scan a watercraft vehicle like a small submarine or jet ski. But when a high speed pursuit started to get out of control (the suspect on a motorcycle going nearly 150mph and poor Chase physically not capable of such speeds for long periods of time) putting the lives of Chief Burns, Chase and the suspect at risk, Morocco realises this is his opportunity to prove his change and someone must assist. He rushes to the firehouse, telling Cody to inform the Chief that help is on the way.
Rushing back outside, Morocco scans the only vehicle in sight he knows could compete (Yamaha R1) and sets off as fast as possible, trying to keep himself steady. Morocco quickly catches up to Chase and Chief Burns who are struggling to stop the reckless suspect and asks for guidance. The Chief upon recognising Morocco quickly orders him to stop the suspect by any means. Morocco speeds up getting as close to the suspect as possible yelling something along the lines of: "PULL OVER, THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING." in the most robotic, monotonous voice he could create, hoping to sell the illusion he was a machine of some sorts.
Funnily enough this worked and the suspect finally pulled over, intimidated by the driverless motorcycle. Chase and Chief Burns quickly detained the suspect and no lives were lost. Shortly after, Morocco transforms back into bot mode and remembers that he's scanned a motorcycle and is extremely displeased. The Chief thanks Morocco for his assistance and states that the rescue team really could use a high power motorcycle for future pursuits and police escorts. Morocco is puzzled by this statement as they both know he's not exactly fit for a rescue team especially the law enforcement side, Morocco is still struggling to forgive himself for his past mistakes. The Chief then clarifies that Morocco is welcome to assist as a only as a vehicle and perhaps in the future officially join the team, acquire a human partner and become an official rescue bot.
WIP screenshots/pictures:
#tfrb#rescue bots#transformers rescue bots#doctor thaddeus morocco#dr thaddeus morocco#thaddeus morocco#dr morocco#to#techno organic#au#tfrb au#rescue bots au#chase#blades#chief charlie burns#cody burns#i dont know why i love this character as much as i do but here we are i guess
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Would a technoorganic spider have normal webs made of silk proteins? Or robot webbing made from cables or wire?
okay so i'm so glad you asked this!! now i get to explain in very long paragraphs /lh
so, if we're talking transformers specifically, and my knowledge is limited bc of how expansive the franchise is
silks from spider techno-organics or at least spider-themed cybertronians mirror the same properties of earth spider silk
now i don't know if that's for aesthetic or it's cool or whatever but for nightgazer it's unique to his case
nightgazer's techno-organic status comes from his spider mutation that continuously gets worse, in terms of him becoming less robotic and more organic spider
his silk has always appeared as normal spider silk but in the beginning it probably had more synthetic components versus pure silk protein that earth spiders produce
though that is also such a cool idea for a robot with spider qualities to use cables/wires for silk! exabyte has wires that he uses like yarn so it could possibly happen in my continuity as well
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Sari Sumdac has her flaws and made mistakes (espically with her Allspark Key), but she had an actual personality beyond being the keeper of the plot device and I enjoy her...
However, I honestly have conflicted feelings for her techno-organic reveal...
On one hand, it’s something new, shocking and interesting to happen to a human ally... On the other hand, it somewhat ruins the connection between the human ally and the Autobots... I mean, the human allies are to give Autobots an actual reason to care about the humans and connect with the Earth... And Sari is the only human that the Autobots truly hang around... Sure, they talk to other humans like Professor Sumdac and Captain Fanzone (who’s a bit robot racist), but it’s not the same... But with Sari being one of them, by trying to make her special from most other human allies... Her connection with the Autobots loses a lot of its interspecies specialness... If only the cartoon showed us the Autobots bonding with the Professor Sumdac as well as his daughter, instead of the random and pointless human villians...
Anyway, Sari was an annoying brat to everyone, espically her Dad, when she learns that she’s a secret cyborg and I can understand being angry at her Dad for keeping this secret even after the Autobots arrived as well as wanting space from him, but trying to disown her father and believing that he doesn’t love her is going too far (oh yeah, her Dad totally created that robot puppy for her, out of hatred)...
Also, her origin story is pretty disappointing (they could’ve said that Sari crashed landed on Earth from space like the other alien bots, instead of somehow randomly appearing into her father’s lab,)...
Then after Sari forgives her Dad and is suddenly happy with being a cyborg, but was still being a frustrating brat to Ratchet about her new cyborg powers and her Key being faster than his medical/science skills, which later leads to her upgrading herself with the Key (even though she should’ve been more cautious, considering that the last time a techno-organic/Blackarachnia used the Key on herself, it nearly destroyed everything organic) and the Key losing its power for whatever reason...
I think the whole thing could’ve been handled better in my opinion!
Speaking of her upgrading herself: What were the writers/animators thinking, making Sari randomly have puberty?! And making her dress super short without pants?! Why didn’t they make her a teenager in the first place, so this would be much less awkward?!
And she’s supposed to replace Prowl as one of the Main TFA Autobots?
She probably would’ve gotten the Rodimus Prime Treatment (being hated for replacing a dead character) if TFA didn’t get cancelled...
So, I personally see the lack of future seasons as a secret blessing in disguise...
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Gotta love the invisibility glitch that decapitates you and takes most of your clothes off. Turns you into a freaking dullahan. Well, if you’re ever wondered what Saryn’s butt looks like without her skirt, here it is.
#the side profile tho#i KNOW she's an android technically#techno-organic robot or whatever#but still... her spine...#all of the art i've seen with bad anatomy is coming back to me in vivid flashes#i just can't believe her spine is curved like that#you never really notice until her skirt disappears#but goddamn#but at least she's got a nice butt?
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What about a reader who's techno organic and joins the tfa bots? But unlike Sari they were made that way? Maybe a government experiment gone wrong or Powells up to something. The bots are pretty protective of the techno organic. However during a fight they get exposed to save their freinds??? The cons are taking an interest like excuse them
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Hi! Glad to write this one, it seems fun. I'm gonna go ahead and make it Autobots Reacting To A Techno-Organic Reader and add the part about the Decepticons trying to recruit them in some of it, assume that the reader has become techno-organic in whichever/whatever way you’d like. Also assuming this request was meant to be romantic, so I'm going to write it kind of that way, if that's alright. Hope you enjoy!
Optimus Prime: Dude... He’s overly cautious with you. Doesn’t want you to use your powers until you fully understand them, doesn’t want you in the eye of the public, doesn’t want the Decepticons to know you exist, but it’s out of some weird combination of guilt and love that he has over you. He’s fallen in love with you from the very start, but he feels guilty that you’re always brought into his conflict with the Decepticons and even targeted by them, and sometimes that comes off in the wrong way. There’s conflicts all the time between the two of you, because while you argue that you’re an adult who’s fully capable of handling your own safety, he argues that he’s just trying to protect you and that for both of your sakes, you need to heed his advice. I imagine one of these arguments gets so heated that he just comes out of the box and admits to you that he’s not doing it only out of obligation, but out of the intense love he feels for you.
Ratchet: He’s definitely more mature than the others about it. He worries about you, but knows that you’re a capable adult, and that you aren’t his property to protect and lock down, but a beautiful, thinking, strong techno-organic who he simply wants to see happy. So, his form of protectiveness is mostly just tagging along when you go places and helping you when you either ask for it or clearly need it, but those things don’t happen very often. He’s happy supporting and loving you from the sidelines.
Bulkhead: You revealed that you were techno-organic to the Autobots as soon as you met and that you’d grown up that way after some sort of failed experiment that you didn’t want to get into the traumatic details of, but Bulkhead felt like he understood you pretty well. Both of you were large and scary compared to others of your species, often feared without others getting to know you first because of your power, judged without question, so he felt like he got you to a certain extent. He becomes noticeably protective of you after you start trying to join their battles with the Decepticons against Optimus’s orders, telling you that it’s not your responsibility to get involved in their conflict. You end up confessing afterwards that you love him and appreciate how kind he’s been to you, and that any battle of his is a battle of yours, and he can’t help but feel the same way.
Bumblebee: Bumblebee is both irresponsible and obsessed with you from the very start, which is a horrible combo. He was interested in you before he found out you were techno-organic, before you even technically joined their team, but for some reason, when you revealed your powers to the Autobot team to protect him from Blitzwing in the middle of a battle, he was told by Optimus to protect you- which made sense, of course. Decepticons were closing in on them and both the Elite Guard and the Decepticons wanted to take you for their own causes, and with Bumblebee being the closest to you and the best at getting out of conflicts fast, it was his job. He doesn’t take it as seriously as he probably should and uses it as an excuse to spend time with you, but you don’t seem to mind, enjoying the time watching movies and playing videogames and teaching him your hobbies/skills.
Prowl: Prowl finds techno-organics quite fascinating; you’re soft skin and (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) with metal on your body in your transformed mode. You’re very alive and soft and delicate, but strong and durable and tough at the same time. He admires your beauty, your intelligence, your abilities, and doesn’t mind you assisting him and his team in combat like some of the others would, but he finds that he frequently has to help you assist in warding off attempts from Decepticons like Starscream, Lugnut, Blitzwing, and even Swindle to convince you to join them and help their cause with your powers. He doesn’t mind that either, enjoys the bonding that comes with battling by your side, even. The two of you sneak off a lot and go on camping trips together.
Ultra Magnus: The main reason you interact with him is that since unlike Sari, you’re an adult, and he wants to get to the bottom of how Cybertronian technology got into human hands to make techno-organics like yourself and Sari. So, with you and your team’s permission, he has the best scientists in the Elite Guard come to earth to do studies and research on you. He’s typically around supervising, and you and him become close, to say the least. He didn’t think he’d have much in common with you since you’re a young adult human and he’s an older Cybertronian, but you two have a lot of the same struggles; alienated by those you’re around for the power you hold, a lack of close relationships, unsure of how to handle all of your responsibility and the pressure to perform that comes with both of your positions. It’s difficult, and though he doesn’t divulge much, he finds it therapeutic to talk to you when no one else is around and finds himself harboring feelings for you after a while.
Sentinel Prime: Sentinel assumes you’re just any regular human until he sees you absolutely clobber the Headmaster in your newly transformed, techno-organic body to get his body back for him after you and Optimus find his head on the city streets of Detroit. He didn’t know you possessed that kind of power and realized there was a reason for that lack of knowledge when Optimus immediately started scolding you for using your powers. After that, you were on the news since some reporter caught camera footage of you in your robotic form, and Decepticons started trying to lure you out of the base and talk to you/talk you into joining them. If Sentinel was being honest, he’d been wary of you at first for being organic, but after you stepped up to get his body back for him with Optimus despite him having been so rude to you, his opinion changed, and he quickly started developing feelings. So, he volunteered himself to help guard you from the Decepticons and train you to fully utilize your abilities, even if you were fully capable. Throughout the weeks of him being by your side, he softens up around you a lot, learning to laugh and joke and even be vulnerable with you until it hits him- oh, dear, he’s smitten with you. Definitely the most protective out of all of the Autobots and doesn’t like you being out of his sight, loves spending time with you even though he won’t admit it, etc.
Jazz: He thinks you’re neat! As a bot who loves earth and earth culture, he’s fascinated by you, someone who’s both human and Cybertronian by the looks of it; you’re beautiful, intelligent, strong, and have an array of powers that you don’t bother hiding from anyone. However, that makes you a prime target for the Decepticons, who try to either eliminate you or recruit you whenever you have encounters, so Jazz is put in charge of keeping you safe and away from Autobot/Decepticon encounters while he’s on earth. You’re upset by it at first, upset that you can’t help your friends and need to be protected, but Jazz tries to ease the brunt of the emotional wound by keeping you company instead of acting only as a guard. The two of you share earth music, talk into the late hours of the night, and go exploring your favorite spots despite everyone telling you to stay at the base (it’s fine as long as he’s protecting you, right?). He falls for you pretty quick, admiring your strength and sense of adventure, and he has no problem singing his praises to you.
#tfa#transformers#transformers animated#optimus prime#ratchet#bulkhead#bumblebee#prowl#ultra magnus#sentinel prime#jazz#tfa optimus prime#tfa ratchet#tfa bulkhead#tfa bumblebee#tfa prowl#tfa ultra magnus#tfa sentinel prime#tfa jazz
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For day 17 of @febuwhump, “self-inflicted wound,” it’s Freddy and T! I’m excited about this one ;)
Tagging robot lovers and that’s @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @redwingedwhump, @ocean-blue-whump, @impalasexual, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @whump-cravings, @wolfeyedwitch, @kawhump, @winedark-whump, @whumpingmydarlings, @maracujatangerine
CW: android/cyborg/robot whumpee, techno whump, mentions of burns/scars/medical whump, testing whump, training whump, incompetent caretaker, complicit caretaker, self-inflicted injury
IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SELF-HARM, DO NOT READ THIS
Yet again, they’re stress testing T. Yet again, they’re putting his body, both organic and inorganic, through its paces, because yet again, core components has been damaged. The virus was one thing – a distinct part of the body going haywire, attacking the rest. The lightning strike that fried him…that’s another issue altogether.
Seemingly every part of T’s complex whole has been dissected, flayed apart, examined, and put back together. He’s raw all over with burns and stitches and holes from blood draws or marrow biopsies or things far, far stranger that no one bothers to explain. He’s poked, prodded, pricked, pulled in four different directions. They measure range of motion, the resilience of his bones, the reliability of his reflexes. By the end of it, T is confident that they’ve surveyed even the thoughts drifting through his head, that each of them are catalogued in metrics of one and zero, ready to be charted on an x and y graph.
His head swims with it. His body aches with it. Everything hurts, and it gets better so slowly. The tests don’t help, and the measuring doesn’t help, and the only person who seems to care is Freddy, who squeezes his hand sympathetically but still never does anything. They’re traitorous thoughts, bitter, strange thoughts. T puts it down to his disrupted motherboards, his fried circuits. Then he goes on thinking whatever he wants, knowing his handlers will wipe the disobedience from him soon enough. All of them, and Freddy watching like he’s sad. But Freddy doesn’t stop it, and he doesn’t change anything, or fix anything, and sometimes T can’t help hating the wrinkle between his eyebrows that says he’s worried.
Worried doesn’t mean shit if Freddy won’t act on it.
Deep down, T wonders if he’s more upset about Freddy not acting on his concern, or upset that he cares whether Freddy acts or not.
By the time T lands in stress testing, he’s gotten past this. He’s in control of himself again, each mechanical component functioning as well, or better, than it did before. The technology in him is better than his body. He knows that well. Tech trumps organics every time, and newer tech trumps older, and handlers trump everything – even T’s own thoughts, his own feelings. When the endless, terrifying days in the hospital resolve themselves into the well-known routine of tests and improvement – that’s when T feels like he can take his first full breath in weeks, maybe months. That’s when he can finally avoid Freddy’s pained, sympathetically, confusing and frustrating gaze. Things are normal again. He doesn’t need the new tech’s pity as a lifeline, or even something to resent. He tells himself his hand no longer itches for something to hold.
The last test, before they let him out of the hospital bed for good, is obedience. The rest of the team well knows what that means. Lionel hands him a blade – a small one, because they don’t know if they can trust him yet. If T were still uncontrolled, still as erratic as he’d been when his circuits were fried, he might roll his eyes about that.
Instead, he takes the Swiss army knife that Lionel offers him. He stands ready, in an easy, neutral position, waiting for the order.
“Let’s see, ah…” Lionel muses. “Initials of the latest addition to our team.”
T’s eyes flick up, meet Freddy’s. The tech is biting his lip, looking nervous, looking unsure. “Um…what?”
Lionel smirks. “What are your initials, kid?”
T watches as Freddy’s throat bobs with his nervous swallow. Eyes advanced beyond what’s humanly possible note the fine sheen of sweat on the new tech’s forehead, the way his eyes dart around the room, coming to rest for a fraction of seconds on the people that Freddy trusts and respects the most, whose opinions he cares about the most. Granger, and that’s no surprise, because everyone feels comfortable around Granger. Burchfield, because he holds the most power. Layla, because Freddy respects her. Dr. Pole, because he’s been kind.
What T can’t figure out is why Freddy’s eyes keep bouncing back to rest on him.
“I’m…it’s FT,” he says hesitantly. “Freddy…Frederick Taran.”
“Where would you like it, sir?”
T directs the question at Lionel, but the man, little more than hired muscle himself, shrugs, a nasty smile playing around his lips. “Don’t ask me. Ask Mr. Taran.”
Turning to Freddy, T sees the desperate confusion on the young tech’s face. Part of him wants to curl his lip at Freddy’s weakness, at his refusal to commit to a path he’s already chosen.
Another part of him wants to swallow, hard, at the uncertainty and pain he sees in the young man’s face. At the way that Freddy doesn’t seem to care if T can tell that he’s afraid.
At the memory of a warm hand, holding his tight.
“Where?”
T doesn’t say sir. He doesn’t say Freddy, either. He just looks long into those anxious brown eyes, and Freddy looks long into his. “Where…what?”
“Where.”
Flatter this time, harder. A demand more than a question. “Um…um…your, uh, hand?”
Freddy doesn’t know what he’s asking, that much is clear. Nodding, T flicks the blade open and places the point on the back of his dominant hand.
“Wait-”
Freddy’s already protesting, but the blade is digging in. Bright blood wells around it, and T wonders not for the first time, if this is true human blood, or just the closest possible replica. No matter. He watches it drip as he moves the blade across his hand.
“Wait – what the hell – someone stop him!”
Freddy is moving forward. T can see it in his periphery. Someone must stop him, because he never reaches T, and so the perfect, well-behaved experiment on the basement floor can finish his little carving in peace. When it’s done, it’s visible for just a second, before the welling blood obscures the clean red lines completely.
F and T, outlined in stark, harsh strokes on the back of his hand.
“Oh my god,” Freddy mutters, and he sounds furious, miserable, sick. T looks down at the marks on his hand and feels a spiteful, fleeting, perverse sense of pride.
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People have been asking me for the longest time what I think Charlie's and Bee's kids would look like, and for the longest time I didn't do any because in all honesty I don't really think they'd have any simply cuz it's not possible.
But hey, fanon isn't about logic it's about wish fulfillment so for fun I made some. Meet Blossom (oldest, left), Volt (second child, right), and Buzz (the youngest boi in the middle). They are a mish mash of Bumblebee designs I like across many verses, but they probably look prominently RID '15 verse. And thats cuz I once joked that Charlie and Bee went for decades not having sparklings and they figured it just wasn't possible and then deep into their marriage (in the RID years) she inexplicably became pregnant.
They don't have vehicle modes, but they do have robot modes (which you see) and fairly look human when they're not in them. Techno organic? Whatever it’s a canon term in the TF fandom. I guess the closest thing you can compare them to is probably Sari from TFA.
Shoutout to @shapeofmetal for doing fanart of the babies before I even had the guts to post them officially lol.
Bonus concept sketches of these kids on my patreon.
#bumblebee#charbee#charlie watson#transformers#fanbabies#giving the people what they want#and what they want is fanbabies#I resisted the urge to make them powerpuff girls after naming the eldest blossom#i was going to keep them all with B names#but Volt sounded cool and middle child seems like a rule breaker so#art#mine#robot feels#techno organic?#sparklings
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