#administration au

[madzioarts]

”I’m slowly forgetting your face…” 🧡🥀❤️

More Administration Skylor AU! Watch here

[4thwallbreakerinjail]

Ahahaha yeah they still exist

Totally not neglecting this whole blog or anything…tbh atp I can just move it to my main smg4 blog KSKS

[grinnames]

Possession Collection: @4thwallbreakerdraws2

After running a thorough diagnosis on his body, SMG3 and SMG4 found that there was an anti-virus preventing the purple-clad vessel from leaving. No matter how SMG3 tried to remove his soul from the robot, he would hit a wall every way he went. 

If SMG3 had lungs, he would be hyperventilating right now. But even in a body made of metal and bolts, he felt panic overtake his mind, bubbling up from the depths and rising. He grabbed onto the frame of Mod’s head, struggling to ground himself. But the memories  of that time flashed before his vision, threatening to drown out everything else.

“No… no no no NONONONO! This– this can’t be happening again!”

He felt his knees buckle, and he hunched over. His new holographic wings folded in on themselves, shielding him from the world. “I can’t be trapped again! LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT-”

“Hey!”

The voice that broke through his deafening mental cries was concerned but firm and grounding, almost neutral. He felt two gloved hands grasp his shoulders, holding him in place. 

“Focus on my voice.”

He strained to focus, scrabbling for his sense of control. He hated feeling vulnerable.

“You’re not back there. You’re out here. With me. Totally different situation.”

Despite not needing to breathe (he couldn’t anyway in this body), SMG3 forced his shoulders to relax as if he had taken a deep breath.

“You’ve escaped before. You can do it again.”

SMG3 remembers reality. That’s right, he’s just possessing a robot, on the streets in another world. This isn't the first time he's been through something like this. He's a fighter. And... he's not a alone.

“That’s right, you’re the one in control right now. You’re not helpless anymore.”

After what seems like hours, SMG3 can finally properly see. He sees SMG4 in front of him, still holding his shoulders. He isn’t wearing his usual wide, open grin. His mouth is set in a straight line. To anyone that doesn't know SMG4, his face looks almost expressionless, but SMG3 knows a serious SMG4 when he sees it. He can see it in how his brow is slightly furrowed in concern. Concern for his partner in crime.

“...Alright alright. I’m fine. I’m good now.” He looked away, slightly flustered, and quickly pushed himself to his full height.

“Thought so!” And just like that, that annoying smile was back on SMG4’s face, as if nothing had ever happened at all. He knew that both of them preferred it that way.

“Now, as for your sticky situation…” SMG4 said, getting back down to business. "I have come up with the perfect solution!"

With a snap of his fingers, SMG4 summoned his mallet. “I’ll just break you out!”

“...What-”

“Hold still, Three!”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT TIME OUT!” SMG3 backed up and waved his hands in front of his face as SMG4 cocked back his mallet. “What if you kill me too?! We have no idea what happens if this host dies with me in it!”

“Oh you silly, you’ll live! Like always! Only the host dies, remember?”

“BUT THIS ONE HAS A BUILT-IN ANTIVIRUS.”

“And it will be destroyed with the host too! Now c’mere-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME-”

Right before SMG4’s mallet could connect, the eyes on the screen became blue again and the robot’s hand shot out and grabbed the handle. 

“Aw not you again-”

Officer Mod held his wide yellow gaze with her own emotionless stare. “Like I said, I will be alerted of any crimes, and violence against an officer is-”

“-illegal, I KNOW!" SMG4 was starting to get exasperated. It was not a good look for him. "But since you're here, listen up! If you don’t want to get smashed, let my partner go and we’ll consider sparing you!” 

Sorry if this was long, I couldn't help it, and I've been looking forward to writing this one!

Submission Post

26 left.

[lrayasostripes]

Puzzles doodles (until I draw my Puzzles propaganda poster)

I got bored a few months without any fresh ideas... so I drew few of my Puzzles interacting with others' Puzzles in my spare time. Experimenting how my Puzzles would interact with certain others' Puzzles.

My Puzzles, Princess, interacting with DIP ( @4thwallbreakerinjail ) They honestly look like foils or counterparts, ha ha! (more info on the image description)

With the news of the second Tumblr s3xymen (chuckling in disbelief for word choice) competition for all Puzzles AUs, I took time to do a silly doodle interaction of Pharaoh Puzzles by @thestuffiesheadquarters ( @pharaoh-puzzles-au ) and Him, my Dark Cheshire Puzzles. What I imagined if those two interacted. Plus, this clip sort of reminded me of it, albeit loosely. (I hope I didn't offend nor made Pharaoh different as he is, if I do, I apologize. I also missed drawing his other arm, lol) As much as I want to see Him in the competition, he's not the Puzzles I selected to partake (neither is Princess), which I'll say who in either a reblog or propaganda poster.

So yeah... Doodling away in my spare time.

[4thwallbreakerdraws2]

Freaks being freaks

Felt like practicing some evil expressions with them yayaya

They are in my mind 24/7 MAN

[selfshippinglover]

Thinking about them again <33

No I will NOT SHUT UP ABOUT ADMIN OR RTV BY @4thwallbreakerdraws2 /silly

Bunnybot: (huh? What's that noise??)

Bunnybot: !!

Bunnybot: "Hey,"

Bunnybot: "Don't you dare hurt my boss."

Bunnybot: *glaring*

Adim Puzzles: (Bunnybot?)

Mod: (Well that's unexpected...)

Oh no, someone looks a bit mad~ Would be a shame if a certain cop was to press the issue~

Bunnybot: >:333

Bunnybot: "So, you wanna create the perfect masterpiece?"

Bunnybot: ""Then, allow me to introduce to you..."

Bunnybot: "~Adware(tm)!~"

Bunnybot: "The perfect tool to aid you in all your creative endeavors! With the lovable RTV Mini(tm) at your side, you're sure to accomplish all of your hopes and dreams1~

[4thwallbreakerinjail]

What if Mod was in the movie instead of the Death Cube? (+ other silly doodles)

I saw the Death Cube come into existence and jumped from my seat pointing and saying “HOLY MOLY THEY MADE MOD CANON” /j

Needless to say I think Mod and the Death Cube would get along.

Both take no paid vacation, hunt criminals, are robots and have a little horror in them <3

[4thwallbreakerinjail]

ADMIN AU

CHAPTER 1: Hello World.

Chief Hal Monitor and Detective Wren find a suspicious package at the front door of the police station. It turns out it contains a lot more than your usual pipe bomb.

Heya and welcome to the first chapter of the Administration AU! A story revolving around my SMG4 OC Mod as she attempts to bring order into a world full of memes and chaos.

For those who are unaware of the AU concept: Admin AU is a bunch of What-If’s mixed into one world. I won’t give them all away, but just know this AU follows canon only here and there.

For all you Dip fans out there, he’s going to make a later appearance, but trust me he’s gonna get important very soon >:)

It was a casual day at the Mushroom Kingdom Police Department.

Casual meaning that almost every unit was dispatched to a wild police chase throughout the whole city which would no doubt end in a several crashes and hospital bills.

Exactly why Detective Wren decided to stay in, given he had little interest in getting sick throughout all the twists and turns of the chase again anyway.

Having made himself a cup of coffee, he now walked out the front door to get some fresh air-

-only to jump back when he saw a suspicious black package on the floor.

Muttering a curse, Wren took off his hat, sighed and turned around.

“HEY HAL!”

From deep within the station could be hard a very muffled “Here!” of the police chief though he didn’t come out himself.

Wren knew he would come in a few seconds anyway.

“I THINK SOMEONE LEFT A BOMB ON OUR FRONT DOOR AGAIN!”

Leaning against the door, he listened to the immediate closer coming footsteps that were promptly followed by a man with a monitor head displaying a truly angered face, teeth gritted and eyes shot and all.

“Again?! The generation these days, no respect for the law enforcement!”, Hal growled, scanning the street in front of them as if expecting to spy the culprit.

“I mean at least they chose a different package format this time? Black is new.”, Wren drawled, scratching his head. “So do we call bomb squad?”

The chief’s screen changed from angered to a smiling face, as he made dismissive gesture.

“Oh no worries detective, we are perfectly qualified for this after the last squad decided to go freelance and use their skills for terrorism!”

“Ahhh so that’s why they were on our wanted board, got’cha.”, Wren sighed. “You need help on that case?”

“No need, friend! I know their address already.”, Hal smiled as if not planning to commit manslaughter on several counts in the name of justice later this day.

“Right, so about this package-“

“Well, there I always one way to find out!”

“Wha-WAIT HAL NOT AGAIN-“

Wren quickly threw himself to the floor, curling up and shielding himself with his hands as Hal gave the package a strong kick.

But nothing happened.

“Huh…”, Wren wondered, quickly getting up again and clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment. “That’s new. It’s an actual package? Did someone seriously have their bought stuff sent here?”

With wariness he watched a his chief now picked up the package, staggering for a second as the unexpected heavy weight pulled him back down.

“My, that is quite the weight for simple mail!”, Hal wondered to which Wren sighed.

“Alright, let’s just bring it in and take a peek, Hal. Knowing our guys, if it isn’t a bomb it’s probably a bazooka or something.”

“We could use one…”, the other hummed in consideration, before grabbing the package more securely and moving back into the station.

Keeping safety distance, Wren watched a few minutes later with skeptic how his chief opened up the package.

What was in it however was certainly not a bazooka.

Instead it was dark colored detailed parts of a robot body, the final touch being a turned off monitor that no doubt served as a head. 

“There is a card.”, Hal noted, taking out said thing and starting to read it out aloud. “Greetings members of the MKPD. What you have in front of you is a full and only set of “The Moderator”. In the package you will find a guide on how to put her together.”

“That’s it?”, Wren questioned to which Hal shrugged, now pulling out what was a pretty long guide.

No surprises there, that thing had to fit into that package somehow.

“No motive, no name of the sender, no real explanation to what the Moderator does or is…”, Hal counted off his fingers. “In other words a normal Tuesday morning! Help me out, Detective Wren.”

Rolling his eyes, Wren didn’t even try to argue though still used caution when joining Hal at the table.

“So what do we do once we put this thing together?”

“A question for later! However, if we find even a trace of illegal activity on her-“

Hal’s screen immediately changed to a darker expression like the flip of a switch at the audacity of bringing such a thing into his legalized police station.

“-We scrap her into even smaller pieces.”

“Roger that…”

Assembling the pieces turned out to be a lot more complicated than expected.

Several times they messed up and had to rearrange limbs and digits, the most complicated part being the several pieces of the chest.

Wren scoffed as he added the shield symbol on the middle of the chest part, screwing it tight.

“I would like to have a word with whoever came up with this. There is literally no use to all this extra stuff except for decoration.”

Hal didn’t answer, instead looking at the monitor they now added on top with interest.

“It’s rare you see someone like me around these days.”

“I think it’s pretty far from being you, Hal.”, Wren argued, knocking against metal. “Whatever this thing is it’s gonna be pure AI. Not even a trace of meme energy seems to be in this as well though maybe we should get one of those guardians to check on it for us.”

“Maybe!”, Hal considered though his love for the said local guardians was famously low.

Waiting until Wren had connected the last piece, he then began searching for the power button.

Something that didn’t seem to exist.

“Hm, flawed design.”, the chief hummed, but his face lit up again again when the monitor of the Moderator suddenly powered on without any of them doing anything.

> Powering on…

> Welcome Moderator.

The Monitor then flashed over to displaying two blue eyes with a pair of eyelashes on each one and a wavy blue line underneath them.

All in all it had a rather monotone, almost bored expression.

“Hello.”

The monotone voice that sounded from the bot was that of a female, her robotic arms immediately folding behind her back as she took on a more uptight pose.

While Wren watched her with barely contained skepticism, Hal now stepped forward again, offering a handshake.

“Hal Monitor, hello miss! Could you tell us why you are here?”

The bot shook his hand without any hesitation, looking directly at Hal as she, Hal hoped he got the gender part right, answered.

> Scanning…

> Adding new file [Hal Monitor] to database. > Suitable mentor found. > Assigning role…

“My purpose is to bring order to this world.”

“How lovely! Just like us then-“, Hal meant cheerfully until he was interrupted by Wren who now stepped forward as well, arms crossed as he looked at the bot that roughly matched his size.

“And how do you plan on achieving that exactly?”, he asked with narrowed eyes.

“By any means necessary but mainly with the help of the instructions given by my mentor.”, the Moderator answered, not bothered by the other’s distrust.

Wren questioned if she could even read mimicry and tone or if it was as plain to her as her own.

“Your mentor being…?”, Wren dug deeper, only for the other to simply wave at Hal with a flat hand gesture.

Both policemen looked at each other in surprise, before Hal shrugged in consideration.

“It’s been some time since I had a rookie…”

“Can we maybe figure out some more before we decide to make it part of our police force?”, Wren sighed, before turning back to the bot to continue his questioning. 

“Who were you sent by? They must know Hal if they assigned him as your mentor.”

> Loading Backup…

> Error. No backups found.

“I cannot recall anything before my arrival here. Chief Monitor was chosen as the first person I’ve made contact with.”

“Hal is just fine.”, said chief chimed in.

“So if your first contact would have been a child, you would have taken that as a mentor instead?”, Wren questioned dumbfounded.

“No, a kid has not the maturity for such a task.”, Mod simply replied as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Well, maybe in a logical world that would be true.

The detective gave a dry huff at that.

“You will find a lot of grown as-“

“Language.”, Hal warned.

“-lot of grown adults here have the maturity of a 3 year old.”, Wren continued exasperated. “Present company excluded of course.”

The Moderator seemed to consider that information for a second.

“Given their age that makes little sense unless their brain function was somehow altered through an accident.”

“Well, there was an incident-“

“Hal, can I have a second. Alone.”, Wren now stepped in before Hal could continue on, pulling the taller man to the side of what he assumed was the hearing range of the Moderator.

“I don’t think telling it about the whole memefication incident is a good idea.”, he then whispered, giving the bot a side glance who simply remained in place, scanning her surroundings. 

“Detective you’ve seen how rational she acts, she will notice in a heartbeat- or whatever she has instead.”, Hal argued, putting hands on his side. “You usually aren’t this worried. What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, just not trusting this thing suddenly appearing on our doorstep is all. It’s different and you know it.”, Wren sighed, brushing through his hair. “Do we really want it in our force? Hal, who knows what it can do.”

“Precisely my point!”, the chief argued. “You heard her! We are supposed to be her guidance. Now imagine what could happen if she landed in the hands of some lowlife criminal instead!”

With squinted eyes Wren watched how the Moderator began calling up some holographic screens in the background.

Although she had just powered up, she seemed to know what she was doing, opening settings and discovering her own data with precise movement.

“Fair point.”

The monitor head gave the inkling a pat on the back.

“We will keep a close eye on her, teach her everything a police officer has to know! But I’m also giving you all the freedom to figure out her origin in the meantime, of course.”

Wren simply sighed once more before showing a dry smile.

“I can’t really stop you anymore even if I wanted to, can I?”

“Nope!”

Letting out a low chuckle, Wren now turned to the Moderator again.

“Hey tincan! Get over here!”

If the bot was irritated by the way he called her, she certainly didn’t let it show and just came strolling over to them.

“Congratulations!”, Hal now announced, pulling out a badge and a set of clothes from seemingly nowhere. 

Whether it was Hal’s sudden blazing enthusiasm or his magic trick, the bot halted in her steps.

Not a second later the monitor head already shoved the stuff into the Moderator’s hands.

“Unfortunately we don’t really have any uniforms left, so I fear you will just have to do with this for now.”

The bot gave the clothes a glance, before swiftly putting them on, adding the dark leather coat over the blue sweater.

A horrendous combination for warm days if you were organic.

The badge was added by Hal himself.

“There we go! Welcome to the Mushroom Kingdom Police, rookie!”

“Can we come up with something other than the Moderator, by the way?”, Wren now added again having watched the whole thing with mild interest. “It’s kind of a long name.”

“How about “Mod”? Short and easy! ”, Hal suggested, turning to the bot.

The new rookie seemed to consider for a second, before giving a barely noticeable nod.

“Mod is acceptable.”, the bot agreed.

“Well, Officer Mod, let’s show you how things work around here!”

> Adding “Mod” to name list.

> Role assigned to [Moderator]: MKPD Police Officer.

> Mentor: Hal Monitor.

> Primary goal: Establishing order in the world.