#first time in this sandbox

[chronicowboy]

buck still reeling from bobby's death, guilt from being trapped outside in safety, refusing to let anything else happen to his team on his watch, taking an unnecessary risk during the eartquake. diving in headfirst like always. because he has to. it can't be anyone else. eddie watching from the sidelines with his heart in his throat. he's so close to everything he's ever wanted. he's got buck in his house. in their house. but suddenly the very earthquake that gave him this life seven years ago threatens to rip it all away from him just when he's beginning to realise what it is they've been building all these years. and buck's fine in the end. he's perfectly okay. and they go back to the station. back home. and they're in the kitchen where they once discussed the shooting. and eddie's taut with tension and buck's waiting for the lecture. for the blowout. and then eddie in a voice so quiet, trembling with controlled anger, says. how many times am i going to have to tell you that you're not expendable. and things devolve quickly. all the fear and grief and rollercoaster of the past few weeks, months, years. it devolves into an argument far too quickly. a fuse burning up. and buck shouts. I CAN'T LOSE ANYONE ELSE. and eddie shouts back I CAN'T LOSE YOU. and then they're both breathing heavily, staring at each other wide eyed and the collide in the middle. a desperate biting bruising kiss that softens into something tender but just as desperate. until eddie pulls away and presses their foreheads together to whisper. i can't lose you buck. and his voice breaks and it's unclear. whether he means you can't die on me or if he means. if he means. i can't take this risk on us. and then that sets up their season 9 storyline :)

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[starflungwaddledee]

I'm curious now, but do you have any tips for creating a language? I've been wanting to make languages for a few story eras in my AUs, and I've just skimmed over your starspeak language for your AU, and I find it very interesting!

ohhh that sounds so much fun!!! languages spanning multiple eras is a big undertaking and i wish you luck withit!!

there are certainly a dozen far more comprehensive resources out there on conlangs than what i could give you, and there are diverse and passionate communities dedicated just to it!

i'm only messing around for my own fun. i don't think my conlang would hold up under deep scrutiny and it's certainly a novice work, and i'm not talking with other folks who are big into linguistics or anything. none the less, my first and foremost advice with any creative endeavour is to do what is most fun and easy for you!!

for me, this looked like: Ease (because i'm lazy and i did this only for fun and personal use) and Cultural Basis Of The Language (because i'm interested in spec bio, and language/culture is a big part of that). if you find other things most enjoyable, then whatever those are should be your priorities instead!

i took a couple of existing languages and language conventions that suited for my needs (my language is star based, so i looked into bayer designation and similar astronomical designations) and then made mashup words from translations. this was quick and easy, though i'm sure any true conlang creator would find it lazy or even improper; i run the strong risk of bastardizing real words by accident!

i also like to think about how the culture or biology or history of the species would impact the language. i've spoken before about my 'endearment' word, Vaýtita, which means gravity. this is important to the star based species i'm working with, because gravity is one of the few forces that can impact a star.

this sort of stuff is the most compelling to me-- if they don't have "hearts, "love", and "soul", what forces are important to them? if they are genderless and don't need pronouns, what do they use instead and how to they delineate individuals in conversation (if they do)? if hierarchy is critically important, how does their sentence structure incorporate hierarchy into everyday language?

you also can study a lot of real earth languages to see the enormous variety in how sentences are put together, about different particles, and so on!! to me, there's no reason why alien languages* would be spoken in any recognisable way with things like word order, so i switch this all over the show. but again, only if you find this sorta thing fun!! otherwise you can just make literally whatever you enjoy!!

*which is what i'm writing! obviously if you are writing something historical there's a lot more to consider

[notonlymice]

Alice x Lachlan au

[emry-stars-art]

Goofs and gaffs in the chat about mer Jean and Kevin seeing sunshine pirate/fisher/general beach enjoyer Jeremy and immediately deciding they need to somehow get his attention

[ri-afan]

I mean, I’m sure I’ve got things tagged dpxdc because it’s made with it in mind even if it wasn’t directly there in the post. Or bc it was inspired directly from dpxdc things.

Like, I’ll make a post that can be read as DP only and in the tags I’ll be ‘like [dpxdc fic] was the inspo, I think I could see it if [rambles in Batman dc]’, so I’ll go tag dpxdc bc it’s was the thought majorly for it so I can’t divorce it in my brain bc i kinda wanna go back and play with [insert dpxdc ship name] and I need to be able to find it later so bam: dpxdc post.

[dandelion-roots]

yes i did fanart of my own fic it's called self love (here is the fic)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[ID: a digital, sketchy comic of sklonda and pok from fantasy high in four pictures. in the first, a beer glass is in the middle, and around it snippets of sklonda's thoughts. one is of her doing paperwork, another of her holding her head, another hectic one of a gun, her looking back and her terrified eye, and the last one of her face angry. in the second, sklonda is sitting at the bar and looking to the left as someone off screen says, is this seat free? on the other side of the bar are the bartender's legs and an ominous shadow extending from them. in the third, pok is leaning with one arm on the bar and looking flirtily; the hand on the bar is fidgeting, and the other is in his pocket. in panels next to it, sklonda looks him up and down with a neutral expression. in the fourth, pok smiles cutely and sklonda finally returns the smile, motioning to the barstool next to her and saying, as you can see. End ID]

[liskokasa]

My cat has started pissing on the mattress again and acting all chill immediately after

[rosemaze-reveries]

emma told me itha and alva were sitting in a tree😳.. . 𓆉⋆｡˚⋆𓇼 ˖°

[llycaons]

back to my beebu

she never learned how to use a toothbrush it's not her fault

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Red Stripes

( @quibble-auk gonna jump in the time line a bit, gonna get out of order real fast. This takes place after Comet has healed a bit, he's closer with Jep and Dropmix. Drop is doing his old man solitaire with his not son in a chair beside him. Dropmix takes Comet out on his field medic stuff off record so he can eat, overall Comet's doing better. This is before Jazz shows up though, soon but not yet.

Also he's friends with Echo :D)

tw. Grief, angst, sad stuff in general. Custody au.

--

“Did you update your frame? Or did Dropmix finally feed you?”

Comet jolted sharply at the casual jab, all teasing from Echo of course. 

They were sitting on the edge of the range, Comet tight in his blanket as the cruel wind whipped. Echo was flat with his rifle, aiming far down range. The smaller blue mech had seen the wind as an opportunity to practice his aim in such conditions. Cometeater of course without much to say on the matter helped let him into the locker, and out onto the field. It was a simple kindness.

And Comet got to have some fresh air, he wouldn’t be able to be out too long but it was enough. He enjoyed not smelling disinfectant and being blinded by a light that wasn't just eye meltingly white.

Sideswipe would have recommended he switch the fixtures to something happier, like pink.

Comet had winced at the thought, knowing his brother would have done it. But the idea was still a good one. And it would have made Sideswipe laugh.

Cometeater turned his gaze to the smaller mech and raised his eyebrows, a primal fear making his heart beat faster. 

Echo had noticed something, Echo had seen something. 

The pale green pretender didn’t want to kill Echo.

With practiced calm, knowing if he overreacted it would cause further suspicion, he forced his face to have an almost forgetful expression. Like he was surprised Echo noticed. Maybe. He was hoping that's how it came across, maybe a neutral look would have sufficed?  If Comet-

“Yeah, your..” Echo tapped his gun, soft rhythmic taps punctuated by a flicking movement of his thumb over his knuckles. Not a nervous getsure, Comet reminded himself, just Echo being Echo.

“Your helm is striped now? And I swear you're less..Stringy.” Echo’s voice was teasing, it always seemed to be when the pretender hung around him. Comet allowed his deadpan to fall on the mech, to keep his panic at bay.

Stripes? Comet didn’t have stripes? On his horns? No, those never faded, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe’s patterns were always there..Comet held in a twinge of pain.

He could explain the added bulk, maybe his body had decided he needed more amour?  The pretender’s cells would have enough fuel to do so, even if the threat levels have been low for months now.

He had gone out and fed the day before.  Dropmix as his guide once again, Cometeater felt an odd twinge at the thought of the mech watching over him. How Comet had felt safe.

 Which went back behind the door. Not now.

Comet forced himself to huff softly, he couldn’t just sit silently no matter how much of a good idea it was. Echo..Comet liked Echo.

“Thanks for noticing, I got an upgrade from the old man.”

Echo raised his eyebrows behind his visor, “Really? Your..How old are you to be getting actual frame upgrades?”

Shit. Comet could slap himself, it had been sarcastic? A joke? Well he’s committed now. He needed to search through those journals and find more data on Cybertronian growth cycles. If they did grow. No, they had frame transfers right? When they are sparklings, yes? Upgrades as their sparks grow? 

Not now. Study later, talk now.

Comet almost felt bad, “...Its complicated.” It was a shutoff for any conversation he didn’t want to be a part of. It worked when he first met Echo, and he hoped it would work now. The blue bot had something odd flash across his face, a clench to his fingers and an odd lowering of his doorwings. Cometeater felt guilt snap his gut. He hoped it hadn’t been too blunt. 

“ But the stripes..Yeah I just wanted something different.” Cometeater decided to soften the nip slightly, he had no idea why. It would be easiest to never talk to Echo again. Just sit and let himself drown in his brain. But Comet was sorta over doing that, he had fun talking to Echo when he had the energy. 

That didn’t explain the stripes. What fragging stripes?

The bot lightened up ever so slightly, “Well they look good on you, its..interesting.” Comet forced himself to give Echo a smile, an upturn of his lips. Cometeater looked out around the range as another gust started. 

“If your going to shoot and miss do it now.” It was a jab, but Comet felt his smile grow real when Echo puffed up and chuckled challengingly. 

“Says the one who won’t get within a foot of a gun, just watch.”

Echo did not miss, Comet rolled his optics in response to the triumphant smirk he received. It had been punctuated with a barking laugh. It was enough to keep Cometeater’s mind firmly in the present, and make his lips twitch with a grin.

The warmth did not last when he and Echo parted ways, Comet needed to take care of his newest feature and see if what Echo had noticed was salvageable.

Avoiding most if not all bots, Comet fell into his old habit of slinking through the base. He was in the medical wing without a sound, swept in and out before Jeopardy even had time to notice the doors opened. He had been speaking with some mech, Dropmix at his desk. 

Comet felt that bright optic nick his back when he made it down the mouth of the hall. Avoiding the older mech’s stare was harder said than done. Nothing happened in the dark mech’s domain without him seeing it.

Cometeater made a mental note to come out with a book and sit with him, to discourage any nosiness or suspicion. The idea of being perched near the large medic made his heart slow and calm, maybe he would be able to get some of that research done. It made Comet’s lips twitch with a smile.

Then it dropped. He stood now in front of a mirror in Jeopardy’s room, it wasn't very large but it was enough. Comet choked at the sight of himself.

His horns were duller, but a tad brighter than he had last seen. Armour that pale soft green it had been since.. Since Comet lost them. He shoved the thoughts away and forced himself to focus on his helm, his chest too.

Along the creases of his helm, there were stripes. Thin stripes but stripes all the same. He looked down and along the seams of his collar bones were the same red swatches of color.

The same red as Dropmix.

Mortification and betrayal paralyzed the pretender as he stood shell shocked. His body had, without his consent or even notice, started to mimic the medic.

It's because he had eaten, he had given himself the energy, naturally his flesh wanted to fit in. To be as safe and as stable as possible.

Long ago in the pits he had lightly copied his brothers. Horns and their markings deeply reminiscent of their own, it was a piece of Comet he cherished. 

But his instincts had just spat on it.

He loved his brothers, he adored them. But he knew that his instinctive change had been a manipulative one to keep him safe. A happy accident.

His brothers gone, his body chose a new subject to add and catalogue. To attach himself to.

It felt like a betrayal.

The pretender silently willed the stripes away, wanting them to go. He had no reason to even allow himself such a thing. It was a link to the mech he knew the medic could never want. Those stripes would bind them.

Dropmix did not love him like the twins did. Or even at all. The mech allowed him, the mech let him stay because Jeopardy loved him.

Why couldn't he have copied Jep?

Because Dropmix made Comet feel safe, protected.

Like the twins did.

The grief was too much to bear as Comet began to cry, sobs curling over his teeth. He had been doing so well, he hadn’t cried in days. He was happy. For a moment everything was ok.

But his brother’s were dead, and Comet had to just go and spit on their love for him. 

Cometeater cried harder because he knew Dropmix wouldn’t want him. Those marks meant he was safe, that Dropmix was something worth imitating.

A disgusting organic trait that would make the ex gladiator wrinkle his nose. 

Comet could see it in his mind, that disgust, the anger. That Comet would dare think that he was anything special to him. 

More cries tore through the pretender, the conflicting breeds of pain overwhelming.

The red stripes still sat, his body firm in its counsel.

[mr-orion]

oof a B in sculpture 2... I really should have just dropped this class for full refund omg

[shadowbends]

He counted the snores in the room, then drifted off again… …and dreamt… …and woke with his heartbeat in his throat, hands clutching his own throat and gasping for air. I’m dead, Mikey thought, unable to shake the sensation of a tentacle tightly squeezing his throat. A fire inside him, shrinking in the face of a heavy wind. I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead.

(A gift!fic for @plothooksinc, set between Chapters 20-21 of her fic: No Rest For The Weary. Just what exactly happened in those missing six days?)

[sagemoderocklee]

me putting an easter egg into UR: i hope this isn’t too obvious. it’s not like it’s relevant to this fic or lile i expect anyone to know all my fics

also me when no one finds it: but the symbolism….

[dragonofeternal]

sorry to ask this (no judgement) but are you into plantcest? you reblogged a post that op tagged as that but you didn't tag it as that so i was just wondering since it came up on my blacklist, i hope you're having a good day!

I'm neutral to positive on it?

I enjoy it, but it's not my "OHHH MAN GOTTA SEE IT" ship to seek out. I might write some eventually? IDK I think that whether you read a romantic/sexual element into it or not, though, Knives has a really fucked up view of Vash (and particularly Vash's bodily autonomy) that lends itself a dynamic that can quickly slip into uncomfy territory. Usually I'm better about tagging ship stuff (esp things I know other people filter for) but I'll be honest and say my brain was a lil fried last night so it slipped my mind.

As a general rule for any folks new to the dragonofeternal space, I'm solidly ship and let ship. I enjoy fucked up ships and nasty gore weirdness with the same breath that I enjoy wholly unshippy and unsexual gen content. I am a creature of many pleasures, lol.

I'm big in people taking active agency in curating their online experience, so if the stuff I like or reblog makes folks uncomfortable, please feel free to unfollow/mute/what have you at any time. I know I have things that are dealbreakers for me bc of squick or even just general dislike/annoyance lol, so please don't worry that I will be offended that you aren't into XYZ or unfollow me.

All that said lemme go add the plantcest tag to that one pic because I uhhh definitely missed that the blades were dripping when I first reblogged it lol