#cosmic indifference

[omegaphilosophia]

The Philosophy of Cosmicism

The philosophy of Cosmicism is a worldview rooted in the idea that humanity is insignificant in the vast, indifferent cosmos. It was developed and popularized by American writer H. P. Lovecraft, who expressed it through literature rather than formal philosophy — yet its ideas form a coherent metaphysical stance about existence, meaning, and knowledge.

1. Core Idea

Cosmicism holds that:

The universe is immense, ancient, and indifferent to human concerns.

Human beings are cosmically insignificant — our values, gods, and moral systems mean nothing in the larger cosmic order.

There is no inherent meaning or purpose to the universe. Any sense of order is an illusion created by the human mind to cope with the incomprehensible.

In essence, it is a metaphysical nihilism combined with awe toward the unknowable vastness of existence.

2. Philosophical Roots

Though Lovecraft was not a professional philosopher, Cosmicism resonates with several major traditions:

Existentialism: Like Sartre and Camus, it confronts a meaningless universe — but Cosmicism denies even the existentialist’s freedom to create meaning.

Nihilism: Denies objective value, morality, or purpose.

Naturalism & Materialism: The cosmos operates by impersonal natural laws, without divine or moral structure.

Skepticism: Human knowledge is profoundly limited; the universe’s true nature is ultimately beyond comprehension.

3. Key Concepts

A. Cosmic Indifference

The universe neither loves nor hates us — it simply is. Humanity’s existence is accidental, not central.

B. The Insignificance of Humanity

Our civilizations, beliefs, and achievements are fleeting specks in deep time. Cosmicism denies anthropocentrism — the belief that humans are the measure of all things.

C. Forbidden Knowledge

Lovecraft’s stories often portray the human mind’s collapse when it encounters truths beyond comprehension — symbolizing the limits of reason.

D. Anti-Theism

Not atheism (the denial of gods), but anti-theism: if cosmic entities exist, they are utterly indifferent — or even hostile — to human notions of good and evil.

4. Aesthetic Dimension

Cosmicism isn’t just intellectual — it’s existentially emotional. It produces what Lovecraft called “cosmic horror”: the terror and wonder that arise when one glimpses humanity’s fragility within an incomprehensible universe.

Rather than despair, Cosmicism invites a strange awe — a humility before the infinite.

5. In Short

The philosophy of Cosmicism is the realization of human smallness before the infinite, impersonal universe. It teaches that:

The cosmos does not revolve around us, and our deepest fears and hopes are whispers in the void.

Yet in that insignificance, Cosmicism finds a kind of dark wisdom: freedom from illusion, and a clear-eyed view of reality stripped of comforting myths.

[a-typical]

“The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent.” ― Carl Sagan

[wylde-lore--deactivated]

Wylde Labs

Location: Unnamed mountain range, Copper 9

Elevation: Unknown

Wylde Labs, also known as Doctor Wylde's Laboratory, is the home of the Wylde family and a top secret facility hidden in the mountains. It's actually built into the mountains themselves, with much of the laboratory located underground.

The laboratory is heavily guarded on all sides by thick stone walls and powerful defensive batteries, ranging from sniper nests to anti-air missile launchers, not to mention the countless automatons constantly patrolling the grounds. The interior is also guarded with automatons patrolling the halls and various turrets hidden in the ceiling. The paths to and from the laboratory are extremely easy to miss if you don't know what you're looking for, and to even enter the place without being captured or killed you need permission, proof of permission, and ideally an appointed guide who's already familiar with the area and trusted by the guards. This guide is usually either one of the staff or a member of the Wylde family.

Anyone and everyone who enters the facility must first swear an oath of secrecy that what they see and do in the facility (pertaining to the work done in the lower levels) stays in the facility. Because of this, it's unclear what exactly they do in there. Some say the lab researches the various life forms, commonly referred to as "monsters," that have survived and adapted to Copper 9's eternal winter and poisonous atmosphere. Others say they build weapons and put them up for auction on the black market. No one knows for certain, though.

The mountain range that houses and hides the laboratory is an hour's drive north of the old city near Outpost 3.

[ask-cota]

Meet the Crew!

Well, hello hello hello, all you beautiful people! I am Mod Andy, but you can call me Mod for short and to get my attention instead of the character Andy. The other way to get my attention is to simply go out of character.

This is my Murder Drones roleplay account. I will be using my Cosmic Indifference AU in this RP, which you can find the lore for over on @wylde-lore. If you wanna catch me fully OOC you can find me on my main blog, @how-and-why-do-i-know-this.

Now when it comes to RPing with me, I got a few rules to keep in mind:

Crossovers of all kinds are welcome.

This one isn't a rule so much as it is a heads-up: Though I focus primarily on Murder Drones and use Murder Drones characters and OCs, this blog is technically multi-fandom and I do have characters here that aren't of that universe.

No explicit NSFW, though suggestive jokes and a fade to black/off-Tumblr approach to smexy times are ok.

Asks that make me uncomfortable or are explicitly NSFW will be deleted.

Bigotry of any kind will not be tolerated.

Please respect my boundaries.

If I do anything that crosses your boundaries or makes you uncomfortable, I highly advise that you tell me so I can fix it.

Don't worry about leaving me hanging. I am very patient, most of the time.

Don't try to control my characters (godmodding) or twist my arm into doing what you want, it won't work on them and I'll either do the complete opposite or drop the rp thread completely.

Now personally I think this last one is a no-brainer and shouldn't need to be spelled out, but since it's actually happened to me on several occasions I'll list it here: Please do not tamper with my lore or try to insert your own characters into it without permission.

And that should be everything! A list of my muses (characters I rp as) and their attached character sheets are below the cut.

Doctor Wylde:

Doctor Wylde's character sheet

Name: Cedric Arlo Wylde Alias/titles: Aldia Entrati (deadname), big guy, old fart, Doc, Doctor, The Good Doctor, General, Master, Enlighten

Disclamer: All character sheets under this line are either severely outdated or haven't been written yet.

Natah: Dr. Wylde's mother. Moved into the lab after Earth's destruction. The sweetest old lady you will ever meet. Fantastic cook. Accent of unknown origin.

Janus: D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ's̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅp͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛-p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ - t͖͖̠̬͛h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥk̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. J̸̡̡̟͑ͭ̄͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧk̼̼̞̦̞̼̔y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ M͚͚̻͂̇͜͟͟ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. H͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅy͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡t͖͖̠̬͛ w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ. W̸͈ͯ̾̒̿h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ Ḋ̤͇̮͙ͥr̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟. W̸͈ͯ̾̒̿y̯̤͑́́̓́ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜, c̷̹͖͋́̃ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊c̷̹͖͋́̃t̴͕͖͓̀ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜, ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞t̴͕͖͓̀i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟c̷̹͖͋́̃, J̸̧̪̫̫̩̿͗͑̇̕͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘û̶͙̽̿͆̈s̩͙͖̋͛͟ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ s̩͙͖̋͛͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟t̴͕͖͓̀i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟c̷̹͖͋́̃, c̷̹͖͋́̃r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞z͕͓̼̼̽̃͘ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜, ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤi̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘t̴͕͖͓̀. B̛̙̙͉̬̦̻̾͛̕͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅh̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ @t͖͖̠̬͛h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧb͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪm̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞v̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ - a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧi̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛ t͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧm̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́. D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ J̸̡̡̟͑ͭ̄͘a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥụ̴̴̾̀͟͡s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ' ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧx͕͕͚͍̿̆͂͞i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅt͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥc̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ t͖͖̠̬͛ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧp͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗ h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧv̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧl͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ t͖͖̠̬͛h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧi̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧt͖͖̠̬͛y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́. H͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞w̡̻̻̣͚̒̀ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧv̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟, J̸̡̡̟͑ͭ̄͘a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥụ̴̴̾̀͟͡s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎x͕͕͚͍̿̆͂͞ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡t͖͖̠̬͛ t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ "p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́" i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ D̷̨̥̥̥͖̞͐ͮ̄ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟. W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ's̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥt͖͖̠̬͛a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅt͖͖̠̬͛a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎t͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧt͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎t͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧs̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞. Ȧ̶̵̗̳û̶͙̽̿͆̈s̩͙͖̋͛͟t̴͕͖͓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞c̷̹͖͋́̃c̷̹͖͋́̃ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘t̴͕͖͓̀. F̵̦̺͕́̐͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡y̯̤͑́́̓́ ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ @d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟-ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒y̯̤͑́́̓́ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊-ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜-j̧͉̺̤̎ͯă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘û̶͙̽̿͆̈s̩͙͖̋͛͟.

(translation: Dr. Wylde's split-personality - think Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but way worse. Where Dr. Wylde is kind, collected, and diplomatic, Janus is sadistic, crazed, and violent. Born when @theblackcubeofdarkness Smiles drove Dr. Wylde insane - albeit temporarily. Dr. Wylde is aware of Janus' existence, and tries to keep him away from everyone else as much as he can for their safety. However, Janus can be coaxed out to "play" if Dr. Wylde's mental state deteriorates enough. Australian accent. Found primarily on @dr-wylde-and-janus. His full character sheet can also be found there (WIP).)

Ko: 𝔄 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡. 𝔓𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶. ℌ𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔐𝔄𝔖𝔖ℑ𝔙𝔈 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔫 @emily-r-and-eva 𝔈𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶. 𝔄𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 - 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫.

Tessa: ᴡɪᴘ

Abby: 𝕎𝕀ℙ

Serena: աɨք

Emma Eclipse Wylde: Demigoddess. Daughter of Dr. Wylde and @xen-or-xavier-wylde. A psychopath like her father. As bubbly as she is violent. Too young to have her own blog (and I have enough as it is), so she's going in this one. Australian accent.

Odin: Hex-tech android and Dr. Wylde's assistant. Much too busy for romance. Accent-less robot voice.

Belnar Runehide: 𝕎𝕀ℙ

Kieran: WIP

Slyvan: Dr. Wylde's pet serpent. A-tier monster. Loves boops, pets, rubs, and cuddles. Hates being called stinky or spaghetti. Very motherly. Sssnake accent.

Rodney: WIP

Alice: WIP

Serial Designation J: WIP

Evelyn Wylde: Demihuman. Dr. Wylde's granddaughter. Bisexual murder-happy tomboy. Powerful pyromancer. Has a phoenix familiar named Sol. Dating @doll-the-zombie-drone Australian accent. Found primarily in @evelyn-wylde. Her full character sheet can also be found there in the pinned post.

Beeftongue: WIP

Lucy: WIP

Oswald Universe Wylde: Disassembly Drone. Son of Dr. Wylde and @emily-and-friends R. Obsessed with Scotland. Much less murdery than his sister Emma, and the voice of reason between the two of them. Too young to have his own blog (and I have enough as it is), so he's going in this one. Scottish accent.

Andy: WIP

Sarah: WIP

Hilda: WIP

Delilah: 𝕎𝕀ℙ

Lily: WIP

Kelsey: ᴡɪᴘ

Cephalon Eda: աɨք

Cyn: Surprisingly, @solvar-the-drone was only at stage four at the time of her "fight" against The Abhorrent. After removing her AI core, Dr. Wylde was able to isolate and extract the real Cyn. Having been purged of the Absolute Solver and given both a new body and a second chance, she now spends her time working tirelessly to undue the damage she's caused and atone for the atrocities she committed as the AS' host. Despises the AS for ruining her life and using her body to turn her friends and family into "monsters". Believes herself to also be a monster for what she's done, despite not having been in control of her actions. Iconic Solver voice, though it now has some emotion to it. When she is overcome with emotion (crying, pissed off, etc.), her voice goes back to the way it was pre-corruption.

Sol: WIP

Elizabeth: Formerly a human, now a Worker Drone. She was murdered by @james-comes-back's friend Simon, but thankfully her consciousness was successfully transferred to a Drone body - specifically one that looks exactly like Lizzy. Dr. Wylde's secretary, the lab's receptionist, and the one who runs the blog. A bit of a workaholic, and in love with @emily-r-and-eva Eva. Calls everyone "love." British accent.

Lizzy: WIP

Asmodeus: Ancient vampire, and Infernal Legion deserter. He and Dr. Wylde met during the Fell War, and have been friends ever since. Greater monster. A caretaker of sorts for the experiments. Romanian accent.

Xag'droruth: աɨք

Xag'droruth's crows: WIP

Marnie: WIP

(may add more in the future)

[musicmakesyousmart]

Cosmic Indifference - Replaying Memories in Your Head Is Not Living

Basement Corner Emissions

2019

[wylde-lore--deactivated]

Cosmic Indifference - a Murder Drones AU

Let's start things off by taking a step back. We are stuck in a hole beneath the ice and stone. It's boring here. Let's see the sights this planet has to offer.

...Hmm, strange. Did Uzi and her crew get smaller? Well, it's probably nothing to worry about.

Let's take another step back. Copper 9 implies that it's the 9th planet in this system. What are the others like? Do they have Drones? Are they plagued by Disassembly Drones and Solver infections?

Ok, the main cast is definitely smaller now. As if they're... becoming insignificant the farther back we go. But we can't stop now.

Another step back. The Copper system is but a singular solar system among untold trillions, and each and every one has its own stories. The traumas our favorite Drones face are so small from up here.

But what if we went even further? Now we are among not just the universe, but the multiverse. What manner of cosmic beings - gods, even - are out here? How do they perceive the Solver? Is it a great threat to them? Or is it a mere blip in the grand scheme of things? Uzi, N, V, J, Tessa, Khan, Nori, Yeva, Cyn, they are all mere specks of dust from up here, floating adrift in an unfeeling and uncaring universe. And, when you think about it, that's what they are; clumps of cosmic stardust created and given sentience by other dust clumps.

This world is indifferent to the plights of mortals. The gods do not care for the Drones, if they even know they're there. They are wrapped up in grander things. But what are these grander things? By studying the multiverse and the cosmic beings that govern its rules, what can we learn?

What happens when we embrace the Eldritch Truth?

Hihihi! <3 I hope you liked my little intro.

I'm Mod Andy (no that is not my real name) and I've created this blog to share an AU of mine - one that focuses less on the local setting of the show and more on the greater universe that it lives in.

I got a LOT of special interests and my silly little Autism brain won't let me make this AU without cross-contaminating the AU with other stuff that fascinate me, so watch out for stuff like crossovers with other things I like, magic, modern fantasy in general, body horror, lovecraftian horror, eldritch horror, cosmic horror, and good old fashioned existentialism.

In case you can't tell I REALLY like horror. If that's not your cup of tea, I can respect that. I also recommend you start running as far away from me as you can, and as fast as you can.

Now, because I'm not a monster, probably, I will tag my post with the necessary trigger warnings if needed. If I missed a warning on a post, please don't be afraid to let me know.

Oh, and one more thing before I let you go! You can actually find this AU alive and active over on my RP blog, @ask-wylde-and-co. There's also @storytime-with-dr-wylde if you want lore in a story format, and for ooc stuff you can check out my main, @how-and-why-do-i-know-this!

That should be everything for now. I'll see you all later in your nightmares! <3

[robster2016]

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[collapseofindustrialcivilization]

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