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[friedpersonmaker]

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[nixite117]

“It’s Fine.”

This prompt inspired me a bit! So here’s an introduction to my OC through the prompt. First though, some basic info!

Name: Aegistriker

Outlier: Plasma Shield

Frame-Type: Seeker

Faction: Deceptacon Neutral Autobot

The way it started out was simple. A-2YU was his designation, or something like that. He was a cold construct, and he expected to have two units to fly into combat with. The first time he felt surprise was when he found out there were three others. Three sparks that wove into his own. Siblings. A trine. They were one, they were whole. All of them were special, too. Told from the very beginning that they were destined for greatness

Some say their immediate deployment into the line of battle was brutal. Some even claimed it cruel. Everything surrounding cold constructs, surrounding seekers, was controversial. Even more when it came to their outliers. Despite that, they still had each other. They'd be fine. They were mostly bodyguards anyways. Intimidating bodies to surround a bigger being. Someone more important than them. Less controversial.

He never liked battle, and he sensed his siblings had a similar distaste. That's why they were one of the only trines that actively sought out guard duty. Some whined about their potential, but they didn't care. They just wanted the fighting to end. Even when the expeditions ceased, even when energon was low, they had it in them to smile. So did Auryu.

They didn't want to be deceptacons, but the world seemed to be pushing them in that direction.

The worst day of his life was marked by that need. The day they were going to slip away and join the cause. The day the Lightmakers died. The day a trine left behind the ghost of their brother, nothing more than his memories of them to even prove they existed.

It was the worst day of his life, yet he'd gotten up. He'd clawed his way out. He'd survived because they decided he was the best of them. It wasn't fair. It would sting his broken spark for the rest of his life.

"It's okay." He'd lie one day, sitting in a chair that feigned welcoming in front of a mech who mocked comfort. "I barely even remember them."

After that, he'd fled. He'd done what his trine would've wanted, which was to follow his own plan. They wouldn't want his choices to change because of them. He couldn't safely run to the Deceptacons yet anyways, so he'd bide his time.

Turns out, others had the same idea as him. A shuttle and two ground frames, specifically. All of them would flee Cybertron together, lose themselves in space in search of their precious life fuel. It wasn't long until they'd found it, refining as much as they could before being caught in a strike down between Autobot and Deceptacons. The planet was practically bombarded with bombs and gunfire. The only reason they'd survived was because of his shield.

That was when he became Aegistriker. He earned his title, his new name and self. Primus, he wished his family was there to see it. To watch him travel with his new friends.

Even that couldn't have lasted.

"It's fine." He'd say someday. "We weren't that close anyways." The mech sitting across from him would frown, concerned. He'd take it as apathy, and grow frustrated.

That wasn't the end of his struggles. As it turns out, war has a way of twisting one's will again and again. Especially when it comes to the Deceptacons. He wasn't particularly lethal or even interesting beside his initial intake. Meeting Starscream was... interesting. The fragger had practically made up a whole story about him before he'd even come to in the medbay. His outlier was soon discovered and it was expected that he'd attempt to fly up the ranks.

Their expectations were as shallow as his loyalty. Without his trine, his lifeline... there was truly no point. It would take him a thousand cycles to come to that realization. The truth. He'd only planned on joining them because of his siblings in the first place, and only followed through out of self preservation when that motive left him. He truly was nothing without them.

Fitting, seeing as he was the only one in the universe who even knew their names.

"It's okay. I'll live." He'd say someday, because what is left if he doesn't hurl forward? If he doesn't protect himself, doesn't live to see the other side... what was even the point of all this?

That's why he took his first chance to run. To escape the Deceptacons. Hiding on Earth was easy once they found him in that junkyard. He'd become a little celebrity soon after, having to do nothing but sit and wait. The humans had taught him a lot during that time period. He'd learned to like them, hard not to when all they talk about was how mysterious he was. They called him art. He was art to them, without so much as moving a muscle.

He had a favorite, a man who'd annoyed the crap out of him, initially. He'd become a janitor as what he called a temp job. So Aegis was fine with putting up with his nonsense. He'd babble to whoever would listen, going on and on about aliens and the government and how everything was against the people. He took so many pictures of Aegis, and was often at the museum late into the night just to clean and mumble to himself.

He wasn't sure when he'd decided to reveal himself to the human. Or why. But he surely remembered how his new friend reacted. They were so funny, so expressive in ways Aegis' own kind can't replicate. He tried to mimic those reactions, the teeny tiny differences in facial expressions that indicated entirely different emotions. His friend had laughed.

When Sector 7 found him, he expected nothing. Like every conspiracy theorist and odd stare-r, he expected they wouldn't find what they wanted. That was... not the case. They'd had a device of some sort, and his shield was active. The poor son of a gun who tried to attach it practically flew when it made contact. Still… Sector 7 promised him safety, fuel, help. He wasn't exactly in a position to disagree.

All that went out the window when Optimus motherfucking Prime showed up. He still thinks that running was his best option given the resources he had… but his ragged state got the best of him.

When he crashed, he expected it to be over. He gave in to the ache in his spark and waited for his family to come find him. To bring him to the all spark so they could be whole again. For the first time in a millenia, he prodded at his agonizingly empty bond. Like every other time, he felt nothing. Perhaps it was all for nothing.

"It's fine." He'd say, "I survived, didn't I?"

Someone was in danger. His friend. And suddenly, Aegis found the strength to stand. The instincts of battle were coming to him again. He wouldn’t let the fragging Autobots hurt the only person who’d given a damn about him. In the end, it wasn’t enough. He collapsed before he could even fight, before he could even defend himself.

It was all for nothing.

Then he was moved. He was... being held? A deep, heavy voice moved others into action around him as flashes of red and blue crossed his failing optics. He remembered feeling pain in his wings, sand and energon caking his frame and grinding against seams. He remembered making the most pathetic noises, mumbling for his sister to come save him. Even a millenia later and his processor couldn't fathom the reality that he was alone in the universe.

But he could understand what was happening, if vaguely. For the first time in his existence, he wasn't just being “helped” or given a quick repair. He wasn't fighting for survival.

For the first time, someone else was fighting for Aegistriker's life.

Why? Why help this dying, pathetic excuse of a seeker when medical resources are so scarce? Why save him?

He was so scared. Seekers aren’t supposed to be scared. They’re supposed to be prideful, powerful and demanding. He wasn’t that, he wasn’t half of that.

“First Aid reported that you seemed scared when you woke up. Do you want to talk about that?” The mech he’d dreaded speaking with would ask him sometime after, a neutral look in his optic.

“What is there to elaborate on? I woke up alone in an Autobot base.” He’d shrug at the question. “I was right to be scared.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s fine.”

Then there was the time he got jumped.

“It’s fine.”

And the fight with Acidstorm.

“It’s fine.”

All the write ups he got from Prowl.

“It’s fine.”

Not to mention the mind control.

“It’s fine.”

Getting threatened by Ultra Magnus.

“It’s fine.”

The time he nearly killed Hot Rod…

“It’s fine.”

The holograms of his trinemates.

“It’s… fine.”

“You hesitated.”

“…”

[mintkoko]

Picrew 38

Picrew Masterlist

1. PTY (2 Picrew)

量産め～か～強 / Mass production ~ or ~ strong

2. zyくん zy-kun

推し男子高校生メーカー / Favorite high school boy manufacturer

3. sobe

生きてる / alive

4. こたっろ Kotaro (3 Picrew)

淡めーかー / LightMaker

5. mizuki2633 (3 Picrew)

魔法学校入学手続き / Magic school admission procedure

6. unxi

unxicrew

7. 天海ひより Hiyori Amami

天海式デフォルメ製造機 / Amami style deformation manufacturing machine

8. プラチナ platinum

レトロ風メイドメーカー / retro style maid maker

9. うちゅうあめーば / Uchuu Ameba

うちゅうあめーば / Uchuu Ameba

10. faelions

[more-berry]

I can't remember where I read it now (I'm thinking it might have been Lightmaker's Manifesto?), but somewhere I remember being warned that to love the diversity of bodies in the world and oppose racism means not only to celebrate melanin and gorgeous kinky locks, but also to love and celebrate our white babies' pink skin, their light hair and eyes.

As a white mother to a white toddler, this is so important to me. I've spent decades mad at my own thin blond hair, my easily sunburnt complexion, and it's easy, when learning about racial injustice, to internalize some sense of evil in my body.

But our pale white bodies are still beautiful. Just as brown and black bodies are beautiful. As bodies with spots and scars are beautiful. As bodies with a lot or little fat, a lot or little hair, a lot or little muscle, are beautiful. All kids deserve to be seen for the radiant beings they are.

The goal of raising kids (especially privileged ones) with an awareness of systems of oppression should not be to shame our privileged characteristics or flip the hierarchy. It should be to destroy the hierarchy entirely.

[screamingatmyfandom]

"The reward of doing good is that GOOD EXISTS."

the way this hit is so much harder than any morality or philosophy class ever could

All good children's fiction says you are going to have to shoulder responsibility even if you don't want it.

[miraruinada]

"How come it is easier for us to imagine the end of all life on earth than a modest change in our order? Perhaps the time has come to set our possibilities straight and become realists by way of demanding what appears as impossible in our domain. There is no guarantee that this future will arrive. No train of history on which we simply have to take a ride. It depends on us. On our will."

"In revolutionary upheavals, some energy, or rather some utopian dreams take place, they explode and, even if the actual result of social upheaval is just a small change in everyday life, this excess of energy, what gets lost in the result, persists, not in reality but as a dream haunting us, waiting to be redeemed. In this case, whenever we are engaged in action, we should never forget, as Ignacio Otxo put it almost two centuries ago, that every authentic revolution is not only directed towards the future, but it redeems the past failed revolutions."

"All the ghosts, the living dead of the past revolutions, which are roaming around unsatisfied, will finally find their home in the new freedom."

the big reveal is that lucero porvenir is telling this to marcos in his training to attain immanent divide into divine madness is also important. (lucero porvenir's name translates to 'lightmaker that is to arrive', hinting at marcos' ascension as 'the coming dawn', a concept based on the creation myth of the five suns).

the big question asked here is: "How come it is easier for us to imagine the end of all life on earth than a modest change in our order?" which is a cryptic key to the answer: destroy your idea that the world can only exist as it is now, or as it had existed in any state before (turning back the clock), and you will attain the power of the gods (creation after destruction, the inversion of ragnarok).

again, the power of turning VOID (a missing piece, a desire, that the magicians after the fall of the capital use to generate pseudo-ichor) into STAR (the true power of the gods) is not to look to the past, but to look to the future and to dream, not just sleep.

[clarabelleblog]

Born to Change

BORN TO CHANGEChange brings fearfor a certain kindbeyond repairin a thinking mindI feel no worryto amend todayhow I amwhat I sayBorn to dowhat feels rightmoving spacechanelling lightMaking a pathfacing the stormprotecting my spiritfrom the "norm"A battle, a winit's all the samea frightened soulplaying the gameChasing dreamsBelief in my heartA vision so strongKeeps fear appart~Clarabelle If you…

[sortacoffee]

THIS is the lore slide I've been working on for a bit now lol

uhhhhhhhhh yeah all my ocs are in here !!

[denimbex1986]

'...7. Oppenheimer – “Secrets” Trailer

Who made it: Trailer Park Group Every year, each distributor is allowed one trailer that exceeds the standard 150-second runtime. It stands to reason that Universal would dedicate that honor to “Oppenheimer,” the Christopher Nolan tentpole it deemed so important, the studio erected a billboard featuring a countdown timer on S. La Cienega Blvd. more than a year before it opened. “This is a national emergency,” begins Trailer Park’s three-minute supercut, which brings breathless, race-against-time energy to the Manhattan Project portion of the film, alternating between awesome nuclear-fission imagery and punchy, apocalyptically self-important zingers, like Matt Damon spouting, “How about because this is the most important thing to happen in the history of the world?” Other trailers, like Inside Job’s two-minute “Lightmaker” spot, do a more accurate job of representing the whole film, but “Secrets” positioned “Oppenheimer” as the must-see, “most important” event movie of the summer. How does the movie measure up? The trailer got millions to buy tickets to Nolan’s masterpiece, but may have skewed their expectations in the process, overrepresenting Emily Blunt’s role (as Oppie’s wife), while reducing the Robert Downey Jr. dimension to just two shots...'

[helenlighting2023]

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[metalby]

Nine Skies [The Lightmaker]. 2023. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone).

[chirpychipslive]

the devious lightmaker and his wary accomplices

this picture of pink floyd actually pisses me off so much

[ikutub-blog]

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[ghostcultmagazine]

STAFF PICKS: Weslie Negrón’s Top 20 Albums of 2020

STAFF PICKS: Weslie Negrón’s Top 20 Albums of 2020

Instead of reminding everyone of the horrible year we’ve had by sharing this list of my top 20 albums of 2020 with all of you, I want to think that I am sharing new music that can keep being an outlet to rely on when times are tough. We’re in a moment in time where we’re all vulnerable and music keeps being one of the best tools to help our mental health. The following albums are the ones that…

[fromadistantstar]

faintest shine, miniscule fragment of the light. frantic beacon, gradually slowing, old heart lighting up its own corpse

scattered sparkles as matter falls into eternal emptiness, slowing, slowing, ever-slowing

its own inverse, runaway loss of support, lightmaker to bomb, there and gone

"an angel should be allowed to explode like a dying star, if it feels like it"

halo speeding through the final stages, an air of desperation in those brief moments of equilibrium. ever-scarcer resources, burned for ever-shorter times; please, don't let it stop, i need more fuel, i need to keep going just let me go on a moment longer i can't let them down--

a flash. black void

[torontodesign]

Toronto-based light designer Lightmaker fuses a modern aesthetic with industrial materials to bring lighting into the 21st century.