- Pronouns
- Female
Ooof, I totally scrubbed that Predator plot from my memory. Dang it you guys XD
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I never watched Predator. Based on those comments, I think I'm better off that way...
- Location
- Germany
...you musta watched different Hollywood movies than I did, because in the ones I watched (*Rain Man* and *Snow Cake*), Autists were treated as outright RETARDED nutjobs who needed "normal people" to survive adult life for longer than five minutes.
Sure, Raymond was "good with numbers", but that talent felt like a friggin afterthought to his utterly infuriating REEEEEE-ing at every last minor disturbance and his brother taking advantage of this "simple soul".
...so yeah, am done with the USA treating autists like the neurological equivalent of *lepers*
Anyway, wanted to show you something I found on another Discord server:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmqutfftxIQ
Lord Ultimus
Beautiful...
- Location
- Undisclosed Warehouse
As an autistic person myself, they've done both versions. Though the superpower one is more common nowadays.
- Location
- Germany
Fair enough.
Just saying that back in the late 00s, I *only* got to see my version at that Caring Center for Autistic people was at that time.
...I could only sit there and think "I am supposed to be that kind of drooling moron? Well thanks for utterly gutting my self-esteem, you chucklefucks"
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Interlude: Inspiration, Part III
- Location
- Pennsylvania
"Doctor Mercurial." Channing began, his smile growing noticeably fixed.
"Nigel!" The other man said cheerily, clasping hands "And this must be Goofy. So lovely to meet you in person."
"Nice ta meetcha! What're ya a doctor of?"
"Well!" Doctor Mercurial replied. "I've had the good fortune to study a great many things in my life, but above all I consider myself a student of the mind, the imagination, and the things one can find there."
"Like Doctor Channing?"
"Hoho! Yes, though my work has always approached the issue from a more sociological, qualitative approach."
"Yes, well, we all have our own standards of evidence." Channing interjected. "Blair, I appreciate you dropping by but I was just about to close out the tour, so if you wouldn't mind-"
Goofy glanced around the cafeteria. The various doctors and scientists he'd met over the course of the day were sitting around, chatting mostly amiably over cafeteria food. But there was one man in a heavy white labcoat that seemed to pop out. It took Goofy a moment to realize why.
"Well I'll be!" Goofy declared, ambling over. "Mad Doctor! Is that you?"
"That's Dokta Mad Docta now!" The figure replied in a thick Russian accent, heavy black beard puffing up with pride.
"Ya finally got yer degree? Congratyuhlations!"
"Yes indeed. I ded enjoy my time in piktures, but science has always been my passion."
"Oho. I see you two already know each other." Mercurial chuckled, as Nigel followed along behind him like a comet tugged into orbit.
"Oh yeah! Doc was a real top notch villain back in tha day. Ya might remember 'im from a cartoon ma old pal Mick did, but he did a lotta work in the funny pages too. Why, one time he even played three roles at once!"
"Ah, yes! Ecks, Doublex, and Triplex! One of my most challengingk roles. I did regret the prosthetics, thogh…"
"I didn't know ya had other toons here!" Goofy declared
"Variety is always an aid to active imagination." Mercurial replied.
"Yes, we pride ourselves on our diversity." Channing agreed. "Our faculty has toons, animals, Muppets…"
"Muppets?" Goofy asked.
"Oh. Ah…"
"What's a Muppet?"
Channing began to sweat. "Well I er... I shouldn't say, really."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Well you see…"
"Is it a kinda mustard?" Goofy asked as Channningr slowly changed color. "Maybe a rutabaga?"
"Ooooh!" Channing capitulated, mental dams finally bursting. "I theorize Muppets to be a sort of hybridized toon variant given greater physicality by-!"
A low rumbling filled the air.
"Oh no." Channing said quietly. "I've done it again."
Everyone present immediately stood up from their tables and began moving as far away from Channing as possible.
"Wh-what'd ya do?" Goofy asked.
"They're coming."
"Who-"
The low roar transitioned into a deafening crash as a large portion of the ceiling quite rapidly decided to unite with the floor. Goofy saw a flash of something falling atop it before the entire room was obscured by a cloud of plaster.
Goofy, Channing, and Mercurial waved the dust away, coughing gently as the room faded back into focus. In front of them was a lab counter, covered with alembics, graduated cylinders, crucibles, a small centrifuge, and a large potato wired up to a lightbulb. Behind it stood- or in one case, cowered- a pair of figures, one with a head like a melon and the other unnaturally thin with a shock of red hair.
There was brief silence, and then. A single, terrified-
"MEE!"
"Oh don't exaggerate Beaker, I've fallen greater distances in my sleep!"
"You've broken the ceiling." Channing murmured.
"Do not worry, Mr. Channing!" The first speaker declared even as the dust was settling. "It's only my latest and greatest invention! It will revolutionize interior transport, just as soon as I can determine how I can make it go up. But that's beside the point! I do believe I heard someone ask: 'What is a Muppet?"
"That was me!" Goofy replied.
"An excellent question my good fellow! My name is Doctor Bunsen Honeydew, and this is my assistant, Beaker."
"Meemee mee."
"Quite. Now, Doctor Channing has kindly proposed a potential hypothesis that Muppets are a variety of toon. I intend to test this theory." Bunsen pulled an oversized test tube out of his labcoat, and after a moment of fiddling began to fill it up. "Now, what I have here is a simple solution of phenolphthalein, mixed in with a few other helpful catalysts."
The greenish muppet pulled out a pair of tweezers. "Now, this particular solution will react to the presence of ink by turning a violent shade of pink. So it stands to reason if we were to obtain a sample-"
Acting quickly, Honeydew pinched a tuft of Beaker's hair and yanked it out of his head.
"MEEEMMEEMEEE!"
"-and place it into the containers, one of two events will occur. If the reaction stabilizes pink, we can confirm Beaker is in fact an Atramentum lifeform. If absolutely nothing happens, we can confirm he is in fact not. If it turns any other color, we can confirm that Beaker dyes his hair."
"Mee!" Beaker said reproachfully.
"Now then." Honeydew said happily, dropping the bright red hair into the vial.
"D-doctor Honeydew, please, you know what we said about unauthorized experiments-" Channing begged.
"Nonsense doctor, this is perfectly routine, I've done it a thousand times before, it's perfectly safe." Honeydew replied as the sample began to smoke.
"Uh, Mr. Honeydew…" Goofy began.
"Hmm? Oh!" The doctor replied as he took in the now combusting sample. "How peculiar. Beaker, hold this will you? I need to go and find a stopping agent."
"Mee?" Beaker asked nervously as the test tube was passed to him. A moment later it erupted into flame. "Moooh! Mee mo mo! MEEE!"
Another moment later, Beaker caught fire.
"MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Then the ceramic table caught fire.
"Oh lord, I've got to do something, it went on for hours last time." Channing said. "Please Mr. Goof, excuse me, I've got to- No Beaker, stop, drop and roll, not- ah!"
Channing scampered off, leaving Goofy standing alone and uncertain. It was not often he found a scene chaotic enough that he could not add to it.
"Excuse me." Doctor Mercurial interjected. "I'm afraid Dr. Channing is likely to be occupied for some time. I could certainly walk you out, if you would like?"
"Oh! Uh, sure thing. I think Ah'm just about set."
Mercurial smiled before setting off at a leisurely pace. The doors of the cafeteria swung gently behind him, muffling the sound of bedlam as they went.
"How have you taken to Dr. Channing?" Mercurial asked cautiously.
"Oh! Uh, he seems swell, I guess. Jest a little…"
"I do hope you will forgive him." Mercurial replied. "Nigel is not a bad person, just a little… strongheaded. I was originally the one intended to head this organization, you know. Before I was pulled away on… urgent business. Nigel was tapped to replace me and now that I've returned… I'm afraid he's a tad anxious, poor man."
"Well, s'ppose I can't blame 'im. An' this place sure seems neat!" Goofy said, passing through the lobby once again.
"I'm glad to hear you say that. Based on what I know of Doctor Doofenshmirtz, I should be very happy to see him working more closely with us. I sense a Spark in him, and there is much we could discover together, I think."
"Well, that's real kind 'a ya ta say, Mr. Mercurial!"
"Now now." The man replied. "For toons, and anyone else in need of… special solutions, I have another name you may know me by."
"Hmm?"
"If you have need of me, you may call me as… The Dreamfinder."
With that, Mercurial gave a kind nod, turned on his heel, and went back through the doors.
Stewardship Check: Notice ???
DC 50
42+16+7=65
Success!
Goofy watched him go, turning down another hallway and disappearing around a corner. But just as he left, Goofy could have sworn he saw a flash of something… purple?
Ah well.
Must have imagined it.
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Collaborate with the Imagination Institute Unlocked!
"Nigel!" The other man said cheerily, clasping hands "And this must be Goofy. So lovely to meet you in person."
"Nice ta meetcha! What're ya a doctor of?"
"Well!" Doctor Mercurial replied. "I've had the good fortune to study a great many things in my life, but above all I consider myself a student of the mind, the imagination, and the things one can find there."
"Like Doctor Channing?"
"Hoho! Yes, though my work has always approached the issue from a more sociological, qualitative approach."
"Yes, well, we all have our own standards of evidence." Channing interjected. "Blair, I appreciate you dropping by but I was just about to close out the tour, so if you wouldn't mind-"
Goofy glanced around the cafeteria. The various doctors and scientists he'd met over the course of the day were sitting around, chatting mostly amiably over cafeteria food. But there was one man in a heavy white labcoat that seemed to pop out. It took Goofy a moment to realize why.
"Well I'll be!" Goofy declared, ambling over. "Mad Doctor! Is that you?"
"That's Dokta Mad Docta now!" The figure replied in a thick Russian accent, heavy black beard puffing up with pride.
"Ya finally got yer degree? Congratyuhlations!"
"Yes indeed. I ded enjoy my time in piktures, but science has always been my passion."
"Oho. I see you two already know each other." Mercurial chuckled, as Nigel followed along behind him like a comet tugged into orbit.
"Oh yeah! Doc was a real top notch villain back in tha day. Ya might remember 'im from a cartoon ma old pal Mick did, but he did a lotta work in the funny pages too. Why, one time he even played three roles at once!"
"Ah, yes! Ecks, Doublex, and Triplex! One of my most challengingk roles. I did regret the prosthetics, thogh…"
"I didn't know ya had other toons here!" Goofy declared
"Variety is always an aid to active imagination." Mercurial replied.
"Yes, we pride ourselves on our diversity." Channing agreed. "Our faculty has toons, animals, Muppets…"
"Muppets?" Goofy asked.
"Oh. Ah…"
"What's a Muppet?"
Channing began to sweat. "Well I er... I shouldn't say, really."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Well you see…"
"Is it a kinda mustard?" Goofy asked as Channningr slowly changed color. "Maybe a rutabaga?"
"Ooooh!" Channing capitulated, mental dams finally bursting. "I theorize Muppets to be a sort of hybridized toon variant given greater physicality by-!"
A low rumbling filled the air.
"Oh no." Channing said quietly. "I've done it again."
Everyone present immediately stood up from their tables and began moving as far away from Channing as possible.
"Wh-what'd ya do?" Goofy asked.
"They're coming."
"Who-"
The low roar transitioned into a deafening crash as a large portion of the ceiling quite rapidly decided to unite with the floor. Goofy saw a flash of something falling atop it before the entire room was obscured by a cloud of plaster.
Goofy, Channing, and Mercurial waved the dust away, coughing gently as the room faded back into focus. In front of them was a lab counter, covered with alembics, graduated cylinders, crucibles, a small centrifuge, and a large potato wired up to a lightbulb. Behind it stood- or in one case, cowered- a pair of figures, one with a head like a melon and the other unnaturally thin with a shock of red hair.
There was brief silence, and then. A single, terrified-
"MEE!"
"Oh don't exaggerate Beaker, I've fallen greater distances in my sleep!"
"You've broken the ceiling." Channing murmured.
"Do not worry, Mr. Channing!" The first speaker declared even as the dust was settling. "It's only my latest and greatest invention! It will revolutionize interior transport, just as soon as I can determine how I can make it go up. But that's beside the point! I do believe I heard someone ask: 'What is a Muppet?"
"That was me!" Goofy replied.
"An excellent question my good fellow! My name is Doctor Bunsen Honeydew, and this is my assistant, Beaker."
"Meemee mee."
"Quite. Now, Doctor Channing has kindly proposed a potential hypothesis that Muppets are a variety of toon. I intend to test this theory." Bunsen pulled an oversized test tube out of his labcoat, and after a moment of fiddling began to fill it up. "Now, what I have here is a simple solution of phenolphthalein, mixed in with a few other helpful catalysts."
The greenish muppet pulled out a pair of tweezers. "Now, this particular solution will react to the presence of ink by turning a violent shade of pink. So it stands to reason if we were to obtain a sample-"
Acting quickly, Honeydew pinched a tuft of Beaker's hair and yanked it out of his head.
"MEEEMMEEMEEE!"
"-and place it into the containers, one of two events will occur. If the reaction stabilizes pink, we can confirm Beaker is in fact an Atramentum lifeform. If absolutely nothing happens, we can confirm he is in fact not. If it turns any other color, we can confirm that Beaker dyes his hair."
"Mee!" Beaker said reproachfully.
"Now then." Honeydew said happily, dropping the bright red hair into the vial.
"D-doctor Honeydew, please, you know what we said about unauthorized experiments-" Channing begged.
"Nonsense doctor, this is perfectly routine, I've done it a thousand times before, it's perfectly safe." Honeydew replied as the sample began to smoke.
"Uh, Mr. Honeydew…" Goofy began.
"Hmm? Oh!" The doctor replied as he took in the now combusting sample. "How peculiar. Beaker, hold this will you? I need to go and find a stopping agent."
"Mee?" Beaker asked nervously as the test tube was passed to him. A moment later it erupted into flame. "Moooh! Mee mo mo! MEEE!"
Another moment later, Beaker caught fire.
"MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Then the ceramic table caught fire.
"Oh lord, I've got to do something, it went on for hours last time." Channing said. "Please Mr. Goof, excuse me, I've got to- No Beaker, stop, drop and roll, not- ah!"
Channing scampered off, leaving Goofy standing alone and uncertain. It was not often he found a scene chaotic enough that he could not add to it.
"Excuse me." Doctor Mercurial interjected. "I'm afraid Dr. Channing is likely to be occupied for some time. I could certainly walk you out, if you would like?"
"Oh! Uh, sure thing. I think Ah'm just about set."
Mercurial smiled before setting off at a leisurely pace. The doors of the cafeteria swung gently behind him, muffling the sound of bedlam as they went.
"How have you taken to Dr. Channing?" Mercurial asked cautiously.
"Oh! Uh, he seems swell, I guess. Jest a little…"
"I do hope you will forgive him." Mercurial replied. "Nigel is not a bad person, just a little… strongheaded. I was originally the one intended to head this organization, you know. Before I was pulled away on… urgent business. Nigel was tapped to replace me and now that I've returned… I'm afraid he's a tad anxious, poor man."
"Well, s'ppose I can't blame 'im. An' this place sure seems neat!" Goofy said, passing through the lobby once again.
"I'm glad to hear you say that. Based on what I know of Doctor Doofenshmirtz, I should be very happy to see him working more closely with us. I sense a Spark in him, and there is much we could discover together, I think."
"Well, that's real kind 'a ya ta say, Mr. Mercurial!"
"Now now." The man replied. "For toons, and anyone else in need of… special solutions, I have another name you may know me by."
"Hmm?"
"If you have need of me, you may call me as… The Dreamfinder."
With that, Mercurial gave a kind nod, turned on his heel, and went back through the doors.
Stewardship Check: Notice ???
DC 50
42+16+7=65
Success!
Goofy watched him go, turning down another hallway and disappearing around a corner. But just as he left, Goofy could have sworn he saw a flash of something… purple?
Ah well.
Must have imagined it.
---
Collaborate with the Imagination Institute Unlocked!
- Location
- California,USA
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
I'm assuming it was Dreamfinder's dragon Tulpa.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Care to point it out if you're not joking? I can't find any form of confirmation on here or Discord.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Check the comment you're quoting again.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
I missed the invisitext, teach me to ask question when I should be sleeping.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yay! Mad Doctor! If we could manage to get him and Splatter Phoenix to collab we could get... interesting results.
Also The chances of Oswald have gone up.
Comparing them to LOVEMUFFIN is like comparing the finest chocolate tart in the land to a Twinkie.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Huh, I thought I had invisitext disabled. Maybe one of the more recent site updates altered those settings.
- Location
- USA
So I'm assuming the collaboration with them is locked in for next turn?
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
That would suck, considering our Learning score is about to plummet.
- Location
- USA