Daffodil

Finally revamped this profile. She/Her Low Poly enjoyer. I am over 18.

[daffooo]

Self indulgent Signalis OC because I'm obsessed.

Art is not mine, from a Picrew that gives permission to post anywhere with credit linked here. I wanted to credit the creator's official Tumblr rather than just linking their Picrew but I think their blog is lost.

KSAR

Kasuar: KSAR - Koordinator für Statistische Analysen Replikant

(Cassowary: Statistical Analytics Coordinator Replikant.)

In the wake of the Eusan Nation's prioritization of bioresonant and replikant technology, most other avenues of technology remained underutilized and far less advanced. Computerization for mass calculations is no exception. Anything from convenient spreadsheets to finding the perfect trajectory to launch an interstellar vessel would require hundreds of trained professionals to handle.

Enter the KSAR. This replikant is the number crunching workhorse of the Eusan Nation. Their jobs are self explanatory, much like ARARs handle the mechanical technology of most facilities, KSARs handle the long form computing manpower, each with the efficiency of multiple gestalts that would have needed years of training. They are the backbone of the Eusan Nation's computerization power that work around the clock to ensure that all computerized technology runs smoothly.

Due to the lack of need for any physical prowess, KSARs are designed cost-efficiencently, with a generally slim and short stature at 167cm as physical labor is not in their requirements. This does make them compact to the point where they are easier to decommission and replace instead of fix if particularly damaged.

KSARs' personalities are as calculative as their tasks, rarely having any strong feelings about anything other than completing a task, it is recommended that KSARs have a mandatory leisure time of at least one hour per day outside of sleep and eat or they will continue to work to the point of damaging themselves, this is also important as overexertion often leads to early signs of persona degradation.

Aside from this, KSARs are particularly easy to maintain as they scarecely deviate from expected behaviors and can easily be trusted to work efficiently unsupervised, in fact interrupting their workflow can cause them to become irrationally frustrated. It is recommended to ignore any attempts to argue from them and deactivate their workstation at scheduled times. KSAR persona degradation is particularly rare as so long as they remain in their dedicated work environment, they will not speak to anyone beyond what is necessary for their job, nor will they experience any stimuli which would create degradation. This coupled with their carefree nature and lack of personal ego makes them a highly stable neural template.

Below is classified information.

The neural template for the KSAR is Jeanne Hohl, a respected mathematician that made major contributions to many of the Eusan Nation's projects, singlehandedly making several possible. In order to cover her existence, several of these accomplishments were attributed to her colleagues in order to still allow the scientific community to benefit from her work. This does however mean that her legacy is dead, no longer belonging to her, but instead serving the interests of the glorious Eusan Nation. Jeanne pictured below.

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Writing might've been a bit clunky but it's late and this was all in a fit of passion lol. I had a lot of fun writing her, and I hope to maybe make a few stories with her. She's a free OC as far as I'm concerned so if anyone's fic needs an analyst Replikant you wouldn't even really need to credit me if you wanna use her.

[fischlich]

this was meant for 512 yesterday but i didnt finish it in time oopsie anyways i decided to combine mermay with it :] elster is not pleased that this random fish is hitting on her wife. and also planty ara is there

[daffooo]

So pretty it took me out of hibernation.

[b0tster]

FUCK ICE FUCK ICE FUCK ICE FUCK ICE FUCK ICE

[hummingjay]

@daffooo's Kasuar, the very cute number cruncher of the eusan nation!

[daffooo]

Hey, my life recently got fucked sideways by a car accident, absolutely no pressure to give, but I'm casting a wide net. Every little bit helps, but this isn't something I'm expecting to pan out, so don't sweat it too hard if it's not reasonable for you to give.

https://gofund.me/b7be3a51d

[daffooo]

I still hear fire.

Hey gang! This one's another OC story from my own little universe so if you're not into that I get it. More fics soon!

General Pike felt a rough hand very gently pat his cheek making his eyes slowly flutter open. A few moments later his head reminded him exactly where the butt end of a shotgun struck him to knock him unconscious who knows how many hours before now. He grit his teeth as he shuffled in his seat, becoming aware of his predicament.

The general was tied to his own office chair and wheeled out from his desk and to the center of the room. He looked up to see an old subordinate standing in front of him, Thomas Ferguson, retired just a year ago. Just last month the two had even gone on a fishing trip, yet here he was, brandishing an old shotgun that Pike was certain he'd seen in some of Tom's old hunting photos.

He waited a moment before screaming for help. Thomas didn't stop him, didn't even threaten him yet as he let his captive get it all out of his system. After a minute or two, Pike quieted down, and Thomas spoke. “General no one's coming.”

Pike's heart dropped, there were fifty men, armed soldiers in this building, hundreds outside. The only way Thomas could've pulled this off would have been to take out every single soldier in the building quietly and without raising any alarm. He knew Tom was good but… “Bullshit,” he said, still hoping it wasn't true, “you couldn't kill 50 trained soldiers without raising suspicion.”

Tom nodded. “You're right. I wouldn't be comfortable killing soldiers who did anything wrong. No one's died yet tonight.” He paused, rotating the monitor on the desk to show live camera feed of around one hundred or so soldiers, most unconscious but all unarmed, locked up inside of the bunker on the south side of the base. “General I could've just dragged you into the forest and done this miles away from here but I felt it was important to make a statement. You are not safe, you will never BE safe until I hear every bit of truth from that idiot head of yours on what happened last week.”

Poke was stunned, but after a moment he squeezed his hands till his knuckles turned white. “Ferguson you'll rot in prison for this what are you thinking! You have a wife, a daughter, what the fuck happened? What could be so important you'd trade your happy life for!?”

Tom's eyes narrowed. “You say that with a lot of confidence for a man who I've always considered an awful liar.” He paused, looking down at his shotgun and checking the chamber. “Good, you're lending yourself credibility, but you have to know something about someone who knows at the very goddamn least.”

Geoffrey Pike shuddered as he looked down at the shotgun before steeling himself once more. “Thomas, be clear with me what in the goddamn are you even talking about!?”

There was a moment of silence as the seemingly maniacal man at this point looked over at Pike's desk with dead eyes, looking at the general's family photo. “[REDACTED FROM MEMORY]... [REDACTED FROM MEMORY]... They've been murdered.” Their names sank into Pike's ears and soul, weighing on him as I he realized what this was now.

Tom no longer had anything to lose, and Pike was suspect number one. He stammered to defend himself. “I was at your wedding man! I held your daughter in my hands when she was an infant! Do you think I'd ever hurt them!? Do you consider me a monster!?”

General Pike didn't get the opportunity to keep talking before a punch met his cheek and as he grunted in pain the taste of ashy steel met his tongue. Tom stuffed the barrel of his shotgun into the man's mouth before speaking. “Pike, my daughter, my wife, my dog and my home were burned into ash. The local authorities said they'd never seen something like that fire, spontaneous with no obvious cause, almost certainly arson. I had to identify my child's body for them, ruined so horribly we couldn't do an open casket. Do you understand how little I can hear your pleas over the sound of fire? It hasn't left my ears. It never will.”

He paused before pulling the shotgun from the man's mouth before continuing his tired rant. “After I investigated the authorities I found they were specifically ordered to halt the investigation, label it an accident, and pay me to shut up. I took the money so I could get here because the last thing I give two shits about is a contract. Someone powerful is being protected over this and I want a name so I know who to put a bullet in.”

The man in the chair looked down, shaken by Thomas' words. He had known them for so long. “I don't know Fergus-, no, Tom. Tom I don't know what bastard did this to you and I'm sorry. But I've got a son, hell I have a grandkid coming in about four months, I wouldn't do this to a man like you. So-”

He wasn't given the liberty of finishing his last plea before Tom racked a shell out from his shotgun, unnecessary, but it was to get Pike's attention. “Then tell me who might. What's the fucking FHA? What's the BHA? Those popped up in the files I stole so you tell me before I hunt down Lydia next because she's the only other one I know.”

The general's eyes widened, he realized now what this was. It wasn't political violence, or a contained government protected idiot. This was about those damned monsters.

The demons.

“Tom, I can tell you how to contact the BHA, go to them first. The FHA will kill you, you won't get a chance, not even you. Find Eliza Belmont, she's not a government agent but she runs some international association. Just…” Geoffrey paused, terrified to even be saying this. “Just be ready to see the worst of the worst. They deal with shit that not even I can touch.”

Tom nodded, leaning forward and standing over Geoffrey. “I want you to understand I will live through anything they throw at me. So if you're lying, you best be prepared for me to hunt you the fuck down.” With that, he turned on his heel and hopped out of the office window.

He had a target now.

[alectricblue-deactivated2025061]

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

[bi-pan-whiteout]

Wasn't tagged but I'm trapped with this dig my cousin drew me for my birthday... I'll be fine probably lmao

Anyone can join + no pressure: @fourtytwo42 @cryptid-from-the-woods @lillyosaurus @minttea31 @sagesilentfire @lynxfrost13 @rom3dog @thesplashyeth @galezellybelly @aloekat @the-lonelyshepherd @mad-raptorzzz @fiercerainbowhusky @avianreptiles @who-is-this-weirdo @teethwitheyes101-blog @confusedlittleguy @kitedraws @anishenanigans @kiwi245 @yennyr-weird-56 @keylee @minkydinks @borkwolf @s1lly-gh02tz @scolopentagon @soybeenss @chhaos-ensues @nirvanacuga @fizzzydragon @dwaynedadwagon @dakotas-world2 @parrygrippfan06 @some-pers0n @mad-raptorzzz @godteri-takk @soundofcomets @fangdoesstuff @incorporeal-entity

[lynxfrost13]

I think Thango counts as a character at this point so I’m very safe

@sosadraws @hummingjay @winterbunz @sir-kettle-of-countertop @beanthazar @daffooo @graphitehybrid @kestrel-wylde

[daffooo]

I would absolutely not mind... Please... Please ma'ams.

Art was by @everotten btw they're so cool.

[daffooo]

Yo I'm so sorry I haven't been posting lately. Been writing a particularly spicy fic that I'll probably post on my B.sky when it's done. I also gotta revamp my B.sky account before I just go on and link it.

[sosadraws]

HAIII SOSAAAAA! I read your post about Irene and the group, and it left me profoundly curious, do you have a design for the Ara unit they met in their little haven? Do they associate with the rest of the group?

HI SORRY FOR THE LATENESS!! I THOUGHT I HAD ALREADY POSTED THIS 😭😭😭

Eins (the Ara they meet) looks mostly like a normal Ara, aside from the hair tied back, eye bags and wearing a welding mask instead of the typical ara hat:

And yes! they do associate with the rest of the group! in fact, they started the group with Alan and Westen accidentally bringing people in. Because of lore rewriting that I'm currently doing, Alan has a low social battery, and Irene is battling some demons that make her isolate from the others at the most minimal inconvenience; but they both appreciate a lot the people they got around. Eins, on the other hand, prefers to be left alone, hiding in her tunnels, but she likes to observe the little community that has formed inside The Shelter. From her point of view, it's like seeing some sort of bug terrarium.

Bonus: Extra Eins yapping below

At first, Eins did NOT like Alan, Irene and Westen finding The Shelter (which I should remind, is actually a partially destroyed imperial military base); and she threatened everyone to leave, or she would drill their heads (and sure, they could have fought her, given that they're three versus one, but they just survived fighting a Falke and everyone has like 5HP + debuff status effects). After enough negotiating, Eins decided that they could stay, under the conditions that they couldn't boss her around, and they had to help restoring the base. Over time she got accustomed to having them around, and eventually she became friends with Westen, so there's that ✨

Despite the years the trio has known Eins, she remains a mystery to them. Who is she really? For how long has she been on this partially collapsed imperial base? What is she doing inside a imperial base to begin with? She refuses to answer those questions, and prefers to hide away in the tunnels when confronted. It's often assumed that Eins is an imperial ally. She doesn't confirm or deny such claims, and given how little regard everyone there has for The Nation (almost everyone there is a "defected"/persona degraded replika, except for the two imperial soldiers and a little kid), they couldn't care less.

[daffooo]

An aggressive reminder that if you engage in mindless sectarianism and hate on people who had the "gall to be born in a country committing atrocities" you're not a good person and I request you not speak to me until you get better.

[daffooo]

I'd like to clarify my point a bit more.

Free Palestine.

Yes I condemn the actions of Russia, the United States of America, and Israel.

THE COUNTRIES.

To act as though the CITIZENS of these countries, all of them without nuance, are "evil and complicit by nature" is fucking vile and engaging in the same kind of dehumanization the ruling class promotes.

On top of this, there's nothing wrong with engaging and showing off your culture as an individual who is unfortunately in a country that commits vile acts. Your culture is not made evil because the country you live in does horrid things.

Embrace what makes you and your culture unique unapologetically. Just be a good person, and if you can do so, stand against tyranny.

[daffooo]

An aggressive reminder that if you engage in mindless sectarianism and hate on people who had the "gall to be born in a country committing atrocities" you're not a good person and I request you not speak to me until you get better.

[sandmandaddy69]

[harzilla]

Reblog to cast healing for your homies.

[daffooo]

Gang I'm sorry I've been slacking.

[sosadraws]

SOSA CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION TO YAP ABOUT IRENE. WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS AND WONDERFUL ADLER THATS A FRIEND OF LUCHS!!

Hey Lynx! sorry for the lateness. By the time I finished drawing and started writing I had a “suddenly forgot everything about the character” moment, but here we go anyways!:

Alright so this woman, alongside two kolibris (Westen and Alan, her husband) long time ago fled her facility after potentially killing their Falke unit after a series of escalations that came from Alan's potential decommission. They stumble on what seemed to be an imperial military base that got partially destroyed an abandoned (not totally true, an Ara had found it first, but they sorted it o peacefully), they settled there and that place eventually became the shelter where all my persona degraded replikas en up going.

Irene's love for creative stuff comes from her finding administrative duties painfully boring, but also having a constant need to do things. At first she would write microfiction as a way to vent, but later she would get invested in them, which lead to her starting drawing in order to help her visualize scenes and so on. In typical adler fashion, she gets bored easily, so she rotates between multiple projects to keep things fresh (in a modern AU she would be the type of artist that has a folder with like +100 wips and it's working on all of them simultaneously).

After being considered for so long “the spare Adler unit” of her own facility, Irene developed an inferiority complex as well as self-sabotaging tendencies and a need for other's approval (I could write a testament about this as well as the other adler, but that's a topic for another day). By now she’s very self aware of this so she tries to keep her emotions in check (to mostly positive results), but it’s a constant struggle between being a rational being vs the need to bitch over the pettiest things.

Despite having very different personalities (guy that is friendly (if also a little smug and unsettling) that loves fucking around with others vs woman that is reserved, serious and has a trouble connecting with others), Alan and Irene compliment each other quite nicely. Alan does this thing where he says some out-of-pocket shit (something something "never let them guess your next move"), but Irene takes it seriously and it leads to either some banter between them or actual debating about the weirdest of topics. They also share a love for reading and Alan makes ground Irene when she starts ruminating (cofcof also Irene has a thing for biorenonance cofcof). They have A LOT of story together, but again, that's a topic for another day.

Side note, but despite calling each other "husband" and "wife", technically they're actually fiancés. Alan would like to do a little ceremony but Irene feels the time isn't right yet.

Now, when it comes lo Luchs:

When Echo first arrived at the shelter, she was horrified to find out that the replikas that helped her (Alan and Westen) were kolibris (imagine that you're really wounded from falling from a cliff, you get rescued by the mind police and they could find out about your very bad and illegal thoughts). Despite their best attempts to calm her, she ended up more distressed about it, so Irene took it to herself to undo her (back then) boyfriend's wrongdoing. Irene had a gentler approach by mostly giving her space but also every once in a while checking up that she's doing fine. At first Echo was wary of her, but eventually she trusted her enough that when she decided she has going to stay, she stuck mostly by her side, being Irene akin to a big sister for her.

The friendship that she has with Luchs it’s a very introvert/introvert dynamic, in the sense that they can happily hang out in silence, each other doing their thing (sometimes when Luchs is feeling low on on energy, she goes to watch Irene draw, it’s kinda like irl ASMR). Due to this they tend to stick together during social gatherings.

When Luchs goes out to do some bird watching she makes sure to look out for things that Irene might like, such as feathers, some types of rocks and animal bones which BY THE WAY, the whole arm tattoo thing started because Luchs offered her a reindeer skull that Irene plans to use for practicing wood burning. Luchs has yet to deliver (she accidentally keeps breaking them or the antlers).

So yeah, they have each other. Luchs brings company and is non judgamental with Irene, and Irene gives relationship advice when she starts very angsty about Charlie or lends an ear when Luchs wants to vent.

Bonus random facts:

I didn't get to draw it, but her neutral face looks like a mix of sadness and disappointment. She's aware of this, so she prefers to smile when talking to others.

She's great at math. It probably has to do with the fact that she was built to do administrative duties that often requires doing lots of calculations. That doesn't stop her from boasting about it tho.

She has written a horror novel. If you ask nicely enough she might lend it to you to read, apparently it's quite good.

You know how some people count sheep to fall asleep? She makes spreadsheets in her mind. About what? literally anything!

The concept of Irene has existed on my mind for a while (almost since the conception of Luchs), but Irene being Irene is something relatively recent (since I drew that one headshot). I've decided that it also applies in-universe which is why without makeup or her trenchcoat she looks like a standard Adler unit.

This

[sir-kettle-of-countertop]

I've slowly been cooking something...

Not-quite introducing Gänse - Goose, been trying to design them. I shall work on their overview soon enough!

bonus:

[teaboot]

I love that I share my house with one of the most efficient apex predators millions of years of evolution could produce. I love that two of nature’s most prolific machines met and were like “hmmm. We should lay around and do nothing together”. Now we’re both fat and happy and full of meat. The hedonism of it all

[teaboot]

Humans keeping cats and dogs as family members is like three prodigy assassins being introduced in the back of a shady nightclub and 45 minutes later they’re 6 crunchwrap supremes deep passing a blunt in the back of a shag carpeted Volkswagen microbus rating Oreo varietals by fuckability

[miseria-fortes-viros]

tumblr users have the unique ability to string together sentences never before seen in all of human history and yet they conjure up such specific visceral imagery that you can’t help but be a little in awe. and i think that’s beautiful

[teaboot]

Love and peace on planet earth

[thelensart]

Commission for @lynxfrost13