#stx

[insidejoliesroom]

[theprawnprince]

Hello UglyDolls fandom of Tumblr, I’m just going to put here a slightly edited version of an announcement I made to my UglyDolls discord server about the current drama around the new series:

Hello everyone, as you may be aware, the official UglyDolls YouTube channel has released a “new UglyDolls series” HOWEVER, this series is entirely AI generated, that is the animation, the voices, the music.

At this moment in time we do not know if the YouTube channel has been hacked or if this is official, as the credits contain official STX members (the creators of the UglyDolls movie).

The good news is the original creators of UglyDolls are NOT credited in anyway in the production of this except for inspiration, neither are the voice actors.

For now what you can do, find the videos and report them all for either spam or misinformation or do not interact with them at all. (I will link the existing episodes, trailer and the channel at the bottom of this message)

Despite being obviously AI generated there is still credits in the description, this leads me to believe it may have been hacked as honestly, AI content doesn’t get more obvious than this, and these people would just be making a fool of themself. (You’d think).

On top of this, the trailer and 3 episodes were all released yesterday. It almost seems like everything is in a rush to get out which could also point to being hacked as it’s just bad advertisement.

Another theory going round is that STX has been bought out and the new owners are making the AI slop content. (I do not know if there is any proof for this theory though)

So I’ve been told, as well as this, the co-creator of UglyDolls was asked about this new series on Instagram to which he said he had NO INVOLVEMENT.

This is backed up by the fact NONE of the other official UglyDolls accounts, creators etc on ANY other platforms have even mentioned the existence of the show, except the original UglyDolls show that was cancelled many years ago before production.

For now we can only hope that the account has been hacked and that these videos are fake. Hope all of you are alright. ☹️

LINKS SO YOU CAN REPORT THE VIDEOS. DO NOT SUPPORT!

UglyDolls official YouTube channel: https://youtube.com/@uglydolls?si=MMw21uBXrNheHgta

Trailer: https://youtu.be/nzSp-57fVw8?si=Gb28oEzM7azReBMR

Episode 1: https://youtu.be/2i9AnJ7g2As?si=uq6mt6sT8sjuQsh2

Episode 2: https://youtu.be/XqxTTM6Duvg?si=mptGC-s7v1ZmOmvc

Episode 3: https://youtu.be/jAGXEMkXyOY?si=qBhujhowVZJWvA9R

Supporters of AI generated art, videos, music, writing, etc ARE NOT welcome on my profile. Support real artists and NOT AI slop!

The information in this message may be false, as there is a lack of understanding at this moment in time, and this is a combination of mine and other’s theories that I have seen. Thank you for reading though :)

[nervouspiratedragon]

I just can't get over how Kintobor created a whole-ass child just to serve as Sonic's servant, I mean helping hand.💀

[gaywebcorenostalgia]

STX (2004)

[softtopxpressions]

I found some peace and got to play all in all it was a good day

[0perfectimperfections0]

Reborn Pt. 2

He woke up some odd time later. Lou didn't bother turning to look out the bedroom window and see if there was any light outside. He stared blankly at the wall across the room.

I'm still stuck here...everything I did...did nothing at all. I'm destined to be here until...until when? How long until my chip just bites the dust? How long am I gonna be forced to live day after day and watch everyone else leave--

"You should've come downstairs," Mandy's voice pulled him harshly from his thoughts, making him startle a bit. The bed moved behind him as she sat down, but he refused to look at her. "We've got dinner ready." No response.

"I'm not hungry." He finally mumbled. Lies.

"Figured you'd say that," she hummed. Something rustled behind him. The next thing he knew, she was holding a piece of toast above him. "Ox made some texas toast. He said you love it."

Lou glared defiantly at it. His stomach growled softly, but Mandy heard it. Stupid body. Stupid world. Stupid Institute. Stupid--

"You can pout all you want to, but you've gotta eat sooner or later."

"I'm not pouting," he looked to the wall again. Screw the stupid piece of toast. He wasn't throwing away the very last thing he had left to offer in this blasted world -- his dignity. Of course, with that complete trainwreck of an emotional breakdown earlier, he may have already lost that, too.

Mandy leaned over him, arm propping her up on the other side of his body. She waved the toast closer to his mouth, "I'm not leaving till you eat it. You're hungry and in your feelings right now. And you have every right to be. But please eat something."

He could see her face now, worried. She was worried about him. He also noticed she was wearing a new pair of glasses. Ones that weren't broken in the middle. He refused to acknowledge the guilt that pooled in him at that memory.

It seemed all he was going to do was stare at her, lost in whatever he was thinking of. As long as she honestly could've just stayed there, staring into his eyes, she was adamant about making him eat something. "Don't make me carry you all the way downstairs. I bet Ox knows a thing or two about how to get you to eat. The way he talked makes it sound like this isn't the first time."

It wasn't. Stupid bunny had to go and spill every secret the blonde had. Regardless, he knew Mandy would be more than capable of picking him up and doing as she said. To save himself any more embarrassment, he supposed he had to comply. She smiled when a hesitant hand took the toast, and he took a shy bite from it, staring back at the wall.

"The outfit looks nice on you," she commented idly while he ate. She rubbed the end of his vest between her fingers. The machines had adorned him in the same attire as the other male dolls. Plaid pants with a white dress shirt and a black vest over the top.

This outfit was definitely more breathable. He was not stiff, and he could actually move his arms more without sleeves restricting him. The only problem was that he wasn't the same size as the other dolls -- another issue he was hoping would've been fixed by the recycling. His creator hand-made him, meaning the dolls manufactured by the machines were of a bigger scale. Not by too much, and he usually presented himself on stage, so the difference was rarely mentioned. It was obvious now, though, as the pants draped over his feet and the shirt and vest hung loosely from his torso. Maybe that was the reason behind the breathing room.

He slowly finished the bread in silence. Anything to appease her and let him wallow in his thoughts alone. A part of him -- subdued part of him -- found vast comfort in her company, though. He coiled at the thought of that being the reason behind him eating slowly. Once he was done and wiped the crumbs from his face, Mandy gave him a bright smile. "Feel better?" He would be loath to admit he did a little, maybe craving more now that his stomach was aware there was food.

Since she wasn't expecting a response, he wasn't surprised when she didn't wait for one. What caught him off guard was when arms hooked under his knees and underarms, lifting him off the bed. "Gosh, you do need to eat. You're light."

"Put me down! This is humiliating!" He struggled against her. "I can walk on my own!"

"Bold of you to assume that I trust you to go to the kitchen on your own."

"I'll go! I'll go! Geez, just put me down!"

She scrutinized him a moment before relenting and setting him on the floor. Taking a firm hold of his hand, she linked their arms together so he couldn't run back to the bed. "Fine, but I take no chances."

There was literally no point in resisting. He didn't weigh enough to keep her from dragging him out the door, let alone to prevent being carried again. So, they proceeded down the hall, arms linked and hand-in-hand. Mandy pointedly ignored the smirk Nolan sent her way. "Took you a while," he noted slyly, swirling his straw around in the glass of water.

"There was some resistance," she narrowed her eyes back to the brunette.

Wage snorted from where she stood at the kitchen counter, "What, air resistance? He weighs barely anything."

Ox pushed a plate to an empty seat at the table. "Which is gonna be fixed startin' now. Eat up, Lou."

"I'm not--ow!" He glared at Mandy, who had kicked him when he was about to decline the offer. She nodded to the seat. "This is stupid," he muttered under his breath. It didn't go past him, either, that they set him on the side facing away from the window. The window showed the shimmering view of the portal in all its stupid glory. Nolan did him the favor of completely closing the blinds since they had plenty of lighting inside. "Thanks," Lou whispered so only Nolan could hear. The brunette was surprised at first but gave a small smile and settled back into his seat beside Lou.

"Gosh," Nolan looked the almost-blonde over. A hand pulled at the back of Lou's collar, "What measurements is your suit in? It's practically hanging off of you."

"I'm sure you'd be happy to tailor him a new one, Nolan," Mandy looked at him expectantly. "Right?"

"Gee, thanks, you ruined the surprise," Nolan looked at her flatly. Turning back to Lou, "I'll make you a smaller one. Heck, I can make you your old suit if you want."

"There ain't some smaller sizes around town?" Ox offered.

A gesture was made to the doll in question. "Look at him! He's tiny. No doll is that small." Moxy slowly raised a hand from where she sat across from Lou. Nolan held a hand up toward her, deadpan, "I meant Pretty Dolls. No model 12 is his size."

"I'm right here, you know," Lou grumbled, pushing some food around with a fork.

He was ignored. "How small is small?" Ox asked offhandedly. "A little baggy won't hurt 'im."

"Ox, what he's wearing now is the standard model 12 attire. It literally swallows him whole. I guarantee you there isn't a single doll in this place that's his size."

The two continued going back and forth. A hand rested between Lou's shoulders. Mandy poured him some more water from behind. "We can always get you some clothes that are meant to be worn oversized. It won't be as...professional as what you're used to, though." She suggested quietly to him.

"Will it make my size less noticeable?" He sighed as Nolan and Ox continued pointing out the obvious.

She laughed quietly, "Come on." Lou quickly followed her to the living room. She rummaged through a backpack, pulling out something. Lou waited awkwardly. A white hoodie was held up in show for him. "Wanna try this? It's really soft inside. Feel it!" She pulled back the sleeve a bit for him to feel. It...was soft.

A patter of footsteps rushed past him, and Moxy pulled out something from the backpack as well. "Are we doing dress-up? I love it! Okay, how about these?" Moxy threw a pair of sweatpants at him that he barely managed to catch.

Mandy at least draped the hoodie into his arms. "Go change, and then you can tell us how comfortable you are."

"I'll look ridiculous," he scrunched his nose at the clothes.

"Not any more than you do right now!" Moxy beamed up at him.

He gave her a flat look, turning on his heel to go to the bathroom. The pants he had on now went past his feet, making it a hazard to walk any distance.

The moment he looked into the bathroom mirror, he froze. Wow...it wasn't a major difference, but when you get used to seeing the same face every day, it's mind-blowing. Lou leaned closer to the reflection, turning his head to inspect the freckles. He wasn't...ugly...maybe. Lou swallowed, looking away from the foreign face. This was him now. No more Mr. Perfect. He was hideous now. Trash.

Fingers drummed against the counter, eyes growing weary as the self-deprecating thoughts settled in. The clothes were changed. They were still baggy, but Mandy said they were meant to be worn that way. Lou figured he'd look hideous no matter what now. So, what was the point in trying anymore?

The second he entered the living room, a squeal grabbed his attention. Moxy rushed up to him, eyes wide, "Oh my doll! You look adorable! Now try this on--"

"Moxy, we're not playing dress-up," Mandy giggled.

Just as Moxy brushed off her comment to hold a jacket up to the Pretty Doll, a knock slammed against the door. It sounded again as Nolan stood up from his seat, "Coming!" He rolled his eyes, muttering, "Gosh, break the door down why don't you--"

A fan of red light immediately swept over Nolan when he opened the door. Before he said anything, the robot responded. "I am looking for Prototype Model 12, also known as Louis Everett."

"You have a last name?" Moxy whispered to the boy beside her. Lou swallowed, taking a step behind Mandy.

"Uh," Nolan glanced at him, then back to the robot. "He's not here. Is there a message I can give to him?"

"I have tracked him to this location," it answered. "His creator needs to speak with him."

Lou's pupils shrunk, now hiding behind Mandy. She reached back to shield him from whatever threat this robot seemed to pose. Lou was scared for a reason.

"Your tracker must be wrong, then," Nolan straightened. "He's not here. I'll let him know you're looking for him, though." He went to close the door, but the robot stopped it, bracing a hand against the wood.

It loomed over the brunette. "Failure to comply will result in extermination. Where is Model 12 Prototype?"

Nolan, stiff and at a loss for what to do, tensed even more when Lou suddenly stood in front of him. "I'm here." He put on a stoic face despite his nerves bundling inside. "What does Mr. Everett want?"

A red light washed over him, and the robot's eyes flashed green. "Prototype Model 12, Confirmed. Mr. Everett has requested to talk to you virtually." It entered the house without an invitation. Its hand ejected a flash drive, inserting it into the box plugged into the tv.

Nolan glanced between the robot and Lou. "Is Mr. Everett like...your dad?"

A shudder went down the doll's spine at that word. "No," he answered sharply. "He's...He created me...by hand. Well, before I...," he gestured lamely to his new appearance.

"So," Mandy stepped beside him as they watched the robot do...whatever it was doing, "Something tells me he's not gonna be happy."

"...No," Lou answered with much less fire.

[thymeandchai]

Frederiksted, St. Croix, U.S.V.I.

[wavymoonbaby]

THE DUNGEON