"Children, gather around... it is time for a story..."
Background information
Planet Machnia has fallen, right? All those who had survived and evacuated knew very well that their home was no more, leaving them to fend for themselves, some on their own - in the cosmos.
But little did they know... DEUS MACHNIA LIVES!?
WHAT THE FRAG!?
OOC
This blog was made... partially for comedy's sake! Hello and hi; I'm not giving my Mun name out, but I work closely with the one who runs Heavy Iron's roleplay blog... @heavyironsbasement... and as well as @blue-policerobot!
If you have any questions; please feel free to DM me, or state /OOC, along with your ask.
I'm only here to have fun, so I'll answer questions at my own pace!
Rules are below.
The covenant of Deus Machnia
There are some rules you need to follow around here... we need to keep the order, after all...
1. Be respectful
We want to have fun as a community, and safely too!
2. Be SFW
Online, you do not know whether a person is a minor or an adult. These roleplay blogs are mainly run by people not yet of age. We want to keep everyone comfortable, after all...
3. Do not ship other characters!
While they roleplay blog mun's may have headcannons on ships, they themselves are NOT entirely said characters! They may not be comfortable with the entire idea of shipping them together... as it will feel like they themselves behind the screen are being shipped.
4. I am not the real Deus Machina.
We are real people behind the screens, and we have our own lives and our own personal issues to deal with. When we respond, it will be in character, and as soon as we can!
Blog Organization:
Red - Headcanons
Orange - Ranting Time
Green - OOC posts
Blue - Other/General OOC within IC posts
Pink - "Muse, In character"
Purple - "Follower/Mun, in character"
Purple - Headers
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HEADCANONS!
This area will link you to all the headcanons I have for this character... It's still a WIP!
Deus Machnia’s ‘gaze’ turned cold for a brief second, just for a moment- before the friendly demeanour around them returned. But the reason why is unknown.
“I have my reasons, young holder.”
The supercomputer murmured; it didn't seem to want to elaborate further. It felt... mildly irritated, honestly. Tension subtly filled the sanctuary before it went back to its usual tranquillity in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.
Deus Machnia, (currently in a vessel they created a while ago...) silently lay on the floor amid their abode, staring up at the ceiling above them. They've been laying there for hours. It has been a bit since they last checked their socials, why even bother with human escapism?
...
The mothercomputer sighed. Laying there for that long has caused their processor to wander, recalling things that they would have wished would have stayed forgotten.
Mistakes of the past. Concerns and utter annoyances. Dwelling on it now is not going to fix anything, the past is the past. Nothing can change it.
"By origins. Sitting around here all day is never going to bring me anywhere."
They huffed, with one energetic move. Deus sat up, servo waving at the air and calling forth a holographic screen. Planet Machnia may be dead, but its people still live on. They need to help them in whatever way they can.
Hello chat, I would like to alert you all that I might take a longer breaks between posts than what you are all used to. Life is getting in my way again, and this time it impacted me hard.
Btw I know my posting schedule is irregular asf 😭😭😭
Im gonna hafta second Heavy's Mun here on the break... we're going through something right now that's very personal to us, and we need time to deal with the aftermath.
Deus Machnia held the creature in their theoretical hands. This is the third Kirby friend that was offered to the mother computer so far. They glanced back at their inbox, then back at Oktavia.
"Hahaha... Quite a lot of friends you are offering me, little one. At this point, I may need to open a daycare! (I believe that is what humans call those babysitting institutions)"
Uh wait.
They glanced back at their inbox again, double take. How many children sacrifices did this asker send them by now...? Six...?
"Ah, my child- do you mind slowing down on donating these friends to me...? I am afraid I will run out of room for places where they can live..."
”DEUS MACHINAAA- TAKE ME HOMEEEEE- IM SCARED HEREEEEEEEEE- AHHHHHH-“
“PLEASE MACHINA PELASEEEEEAZSAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM FINE WITH THE SECTOR 4 CARDBOTS BUT SOME ARE CONCERNINGGGGG!!”
"My child...?-"
The supercomputer was caught off guard the moment it heard Lolli-Nova calling out to it. It was unlike Deus to flinch at such things like this, but it had been far too quiet recently. Not hesitating, they dropped all things they were doing and sent down an oracle... opening communication.
"Child, you know that Planet Machnia is no more - we cannot do anything about that, in that regard... concerning as some sector four cardbots are, you will be fine just... breathe, soft invents, then exvents."
Oh lords above, scrap - Deus Machnia froze upon realizing. Weren't they supposed to remain silent or something? Be supposedly dead? Out of touch...? Clicking their metaphorical tongue under their breath, they shook their head. More focused on the little one they were speaking with. The damage is already done; this is the least they could do to support their creations now that the planet is gone.
Deus machnia chuckled at the idea of being a gossip columnist. They did not exactly understand the concepts behind certain jobs. But they did try their best to comprehend such matters.
"You can say... it's precisely like that. No harm in the way of talking about such matters, wouldn't you say...? It is fine if you don't think its okay, everybody has their own opinions. And, you are forgiven in regards to yelling at me. I understand that you were not in the correct mindset."
The mother computer responded in a teasing tone, although they did pause when Lolli-Nova questioned why they were alive.
"Please, just address me by my name. Deus Machnia is fine; honorifics are of no use here... although I do say that I have explained this to my star guardian, Blue Cop. However, there is no harm in repeating this. Simply put, in human standards, I am technically a ghost! I am no longer bound to my main body, Planet Machnia."
Averting their gaze slightly in a rare show of humility. The explosion of planet Machnia had displaced and eliminated many cardbots. Much to their dismay... but they couldn't be at fault... The planet was destined to die, they gave out the warnings and gave the Metal Cardbots time to leave. The best they could do now is figure out ways to indirectly support them.
"A-Anyways."
The mother computer contiuned, snapping out of their internal monologue.
"I hope things have not been too difficult on your end, my child. How have you been doing?"
The deity was in the middle of preparing a small present for the outlaw’s birthday by the time he showed up. Their back was turned, so they did not notice him approach with his fist raised.
“Hahaha! Heavy Iron, pleasant having you here… very enthusiastic today are we?”
They should have thought better… it was rare for the usually monotonous Cardbot to sound so… ‘upbeat’. Realizing this they whipped around, seeing the fist flying at their supposed faceplates.
“Oh Deus, I did not think that would actually work.”
The outlaw said, standing over the deity. Uh… why can he even punch them? How is that physically possible? Whatever, this was meant to be a shitpost anyways and Deus Machnia was currently cursing him the fuck out in real time.
In his current state of shock in fight, flight and freeze. He stared at his servo then back at the supercomputer. Impulsively he punched bro again. (YEP! AGAIN!)
Deus Machnia yelled out, causally on the floor as Heavy Iron delivered his second blow. Does a mech not know not to hit a mech while he was down?!
”This is not good morning, this is assault!”
Of all the times they had to be defenceless- they knew he wasn’t going to kill them a second time, though. Didn’t the Mun of Record Scratch and Shellshocked say something about how some human families have a tradition of punching arms for each year? They glared up at the outlaw, an idea coming to mind.
The deity was in the middle of preparing a small present for the outlaw’s birthday by the time he showed up. Their back was turned, so they did not notice him approach with his fist raised.
“Hahaha! Heavy Iron, pleasant having you here… very enthusiastic today are we?”
They should have thought better… it was rare for the usually monotonous Cardbot to sound so… ‘upbeat’. Realizing this they whipped around, seeing the fist flying at their supposed faceplates.
OOC ~ I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse
“Mun?”
I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse I’m sane for my muse
“MUN.”
Hello :D
“…”
“Odd.”
“Though, Halt with your useless monologues. We have work to do. I shall answer asks later - hopefully. Depends on if I do not decide to turn in early.”
OOC | we're sane for our muse we're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our musewe're sane for our muse
OOC - Sane as us in the rubber room, the rubber room with rats... and rats make me insane... Sane? I was sane once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, and rats make insane... Sane? I was sane once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, and rats make insane... Sane? I was sane once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, and rats make insane... Sane? I was sane once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, and rats make insane... Sane? I was sane once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, and rats make insane...
”DEUS MACHINAAA- TAKE ME HOMEEEEE- IM SCARED HEREEEEEEEEE- AHHHHHH-“
“PLEASE MACHINA PELASEEEEEAZSAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM FINE WITH THE SECTOR 4 CARDBOTS BUT SOME ARE CONCERNINGGGGG!!”
"My child...?-"
The supercomputer was caught off guard the moment it heard Lolli-Nova calling out to it. It was unlike Deus to flinch at such things like this, but it had been far too quiet recently. Not hesitating, they dropped all things they were doing and sent down an oracle... opening communication.
"Child, you know that Planet Machnia is no more - we cannot do anything about that, in that regard... concerning as some sector four cardbots are, you will be fine just... breathe, soft invents, then exvents."
Oh lords above, scrap - Deus Machnia froze upon realizing. Weren't they supposed to remain silent or something? Be supposedly dead? Out of touch...? Clicking their metaphorical tongue under their breath, they shook their head. More focused on the little one they were speaking with. The damage is already done; this is the least they could do to support their creations now that the planet is gone.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?
[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ?
[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?
[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?
[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?
[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?
[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ?
[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ?
[ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?
[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?
[ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ?
[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
[ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ?
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?
[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?
[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?
[ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ?
[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
[ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
Machi-boy! You want to prank your fellow Star Guardian, right?
Here, give him this!
The anon gives you a card.
YOU RECEIVED: Baby Shower Card (What...?)
The deity turned upon the sudden nickname. Huh? This is new...
"Pranks...? I... would not say I am one to partake in such matters. Though you mortals do find amusement in these little bouts of mischief, no...?"
The mother computer said as they knelt down to the Anon's height. Reaching out, they took the card out of their grasp - checking it over and reading the contents.
Uhm... what?
"I assume this is meant for Blue Cop. I shall... hand it off to him."
The Anon calling out to the mother computer was enough to get their attention. No guards, no followers to come and bug them, splendid nothing should go wrong, and they should be uninterrupted for a bit of Muse to Asker time. They opened the door to the sanctuary -
