#meshing cogs

[wynterrolls]

HSR FAQ 𖡻 How long to max upgrade a light cone?

Answer (Calcs below the cut.)

Same procedure with what I did in “How long to max upgrade a character?” post. I’ll calculate here how long a F2P player can upgrade a single light cone with their limited resources.

Conditions:

Max Trailblaze Power (TP) = 240 per day

Equilibrium Level 6, Trailblaze Lv 70

Starting from scratch = means no items in bag (broke F2P)

Considering only the low end drop rate @ highest difficulty

Drop Rate @ highest difficulty

These rates are based from the Domain Drop Rate sheet linked below. I just considered the low end to know the max results.

Three rarities of light cones are considered in the calcs. Each require different amount of materials, hence the need to consider all 3 rarities.

3-star light cone

In written format, this is what cogger materials are called as:

Credits

LC EXP 4* = Refined Aether

Crimson Trace 4* = Stellaris Symphony

Crimson Trace 3* = Ancestral Hymn

Crimson Trace 2* = Harmonic Tune

Gold Trace 4* = Silverman Medal

Gold Trace 3* = Silvermane Insignia

Gold Trace 2* = Silvermane Badge

4-star light cone

In written format, this is what 4* DH LC materials are called as:

Credits

LC EXP 4* = Refined Aether

Crimson Trace 4* = Arrow of the Starchaser

Crimson Trace 3* = Arrow of the Demon Slayer

Crimson Trace 2* = Arrow of the Beast Hunter

Gold Trace 4* = Silverman Medal

Gold Trace 3* = Silvermane Insignia

Gold Trace 2* = Silvermane Badge

5-star light cone

In written format, this is what 5* DH signature LC materials are called as:

Credits

LC EXP 4* = Refined Aether

Crimson Trace 4* = Worldbreaker Blade

Crimson Trace 3* = Lifeless Blade

Crimson Trace 2* = Shattered Blade

Gold Trace 4* = Immortal Lumintwig

Gold Trace 3* = Immortal Aeroblossom

Gold Trace 2* = Immortal Scionette

In table form, this is what the materials will be called as.

NOTE: I converted 4* Crimson Trace materials into 3* ones for ease of computation. Since I’m considering the low-end drop rate, I’m not including 4* drop average in the calcs.

Among the items listed here in this table, the Gold Trace Materials are not suitable to farm with TP. [Source: Golden Calyx runs, overworld enemies in map, SU runs, and sending characters in Assignments]

Now, for the calculations, I’ll do same to what I did in the Character Upgrade post.

Explanation: In the drop rate table above, each run gives different kinds of item drops. To simplify the values in order to have uniformity in the calcs, I converted the number of drop items in accordance to the value of the highest rarity drop.

Notations:

rate w/r 4* = rate with respect to 4* EXP = EXP / (EXP of 4*)

rate w/r 3* = rate with respect to 3* crimson trace = (2* drop) / 3

rate w/r 2* = rate with respect to 2* crimson trace = (3* drop) * 3

Which leads to this calc:

NOTE: Runs ↑, Days ↑, and Total TP ↑ are rounded up values.

Last would be the credits. Since the first two runs (LC EXP and Crimson Trace) drop credits as well, I deducted those values and computed the remaining credits needed.

NOTE: I created two columns for credit values because once you hit Trailblaze Level 70, the Trailblaze EXP is converted into credits instead. Rate is 1 Trailblaze EXP = 10 credits.

I’ve placed the summary above, but if you want a Light Cone Farming Schedule, here.

Sources

Hoyolab Leveling Calculator for HSR Light Cones

Inventory Materials in HSR Hoyowiki

Honkai: Star Rail Domain Drop Rates

Light Cone EXP in HSR Wiki Fandom

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Author’s Note

Ok. Good luck farming. ( •_•)👍

Update Log

02/17/2024 – Uploaded this post.

[gobspeaks]

how do y'all feel about my meshing cogs collection

[richwall101]

Gears - the enablers of motion..

Gears are used in tons of mechanical devices. Most importantly, they provide a gear reduction in motorized equipment. This is key because often a small motor spinning very fast can provide enough power for a device, but not enough torque, the force that causes an object to rotate on an axis or twist. For instance, an electric screwdriver has a very large gear reduction (reduction in the speed of a rotary machine such as an electric motor) because it needs lots of torque to turn screws. But the motor only produces a small amount of torque at a high speed. With a gear reduction, the output speed can be reduced while the torque is increased. Gears also change the direction of rotation. For instance, in the differential between the rear wheels of your car, the power is transmitted by a shaft that runs down the center of the car, and the differential has to turn that power 90 degrees to apply it to the wheels...

[quibbs126]

Something I’m thinking about now

So we never see Sentinel transform in TF One, we know that. But also we’ve got some concept art now, and from what it seems, Sentinel doesn’t have a vehicle mode, just some form of battle mode with more weapons

You could say it’s because he has Megatronus’ cog, but when Megatron gets it, he can still transform into a tank. And from what I understand, everyone here transforms into some sort of notably different alt mode from their robot mode, so I don’t think Sentinel’s form would just be himself but more guns

So the thought crossed my mind, what if his lack of a proper alt mode is because of Megatronus’ cog? Like, the cog doesn’t let him transform properly

It could be because Megatronus’ alt form is too different from Sentinel’s, and so they just don’t mesh, or maybe it’s because it considers Sentinel unworthy, like a last form of revenge on him

I don’t know, I’m just thinking about it now

[transformers-spike]

Heyy I noticed that you put TFO among the stuff you might write for. Pls pls, if it's alright w/ u, Megatron x reader angry sex? Like, you might be a human he found after being banished and kept with him, and he trusts you bc u are nice, pose no real threat and ur good to blow off some steam :))))))))) but ofc he cares abt u, so it's more like angry sex + tender aftercare thank uuuuuuu i love my big metallic man with anger issues

My brain decided to do its own thing and for the sake of not writing a full length novel about it, I had to cut it short (and of course I made it sad because the boy is just dripping with angst - so I'm going to give him more.) So here:

He was advised to abandon you. Found in the deepest recesses of a Quintesson ship they’d shot down, you were still shaking from the crash. Not Cybertronian. Nor Quintessonian. A completely different being, with soft mesh, warm extremities and strands of something falling from your helm. An animal perhaps? Much like the strange quadrupeds traveling the surface? No, your optics move with intention, taking in your surroundings and wrinkling your optical ridge in clear contemplation. You are incredibly tiny, even next to a cogless miner. He wondered, briefly, when he first saw you, if you were another casualty of Sentinel’s tyranny, a forgotten being he sold off to the Quintessons without a second thought. He does not understand your language, nor can you speak his, but you observe the context and carefully come to associate certain words with objects, actions and designations. You cannot reproduce the subtle tones of Cybertronian with an organic vocalizer, much like the Quintessons – but you do not reject it. You learn to live despite your muteness. Many times he’s watched you draw figures in the sand with a twig the size of your arm, depicting what he could only assume to be a spaceship flying away from a distant planet as the Quintessons surround it. Sometimes you draw more of your kind, together in an embrace. You would stand over your creation, watching wistfully as the wind erased the fine traces of sand. A memory of your people. He wishes he could tell you about him and Orion, the pain of losing him, the crater in his chassis that will never mend – but guilt keeps him at bay. Soon enough, your provisions will run out. What they found on the Quintesson ship were rations made for your specific type of biology, with no guide to recreate them from, not even Shockwave could reverse-engineer the process. It’s simply too late. One orbital cycle, your life will come to an end, but he will give you the dignity of dying at his hands, painlessly. He is no stranger to starvation, but unlike him, you must refuel at various intervals during an orbital cycle, else he senses how you grow restless on his shoulder, fiddling with your servos, mesh growing pale and optics sluggish, growls emanating from your inner mechanism. You are not made for suffering Your life will come to an end, and you know this better than any other Decepticon; as though reading his thoughts behind the permanent scowl scratched into his face. Perhaps this is why he indulges in you even if he’s been advised against it. You’re eager despite your size, pressing yourself against his frame, ignoring your discomfort. He’s still getting used to his new body, including his strength for better or for worse. Yet you do not fault him when he leaves bruises. You kiss him and rub up against his spike, transfluid trickling down to his valve even before he comes undone. You squirm and laugh and pull him into a hug, helm to helm, a moment so perfect he’s ready to rip the cog from his chassis if it means staying like this forever, servos clenched into fists as he curses at Primus for the happiness he will shatter.

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

˚◞♡ ⃗ ❝ 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 ❞* ೃ༄

↳ ♡₊˚. ❝ ¡love and deepspace sorta kinda spicy! eluding headcanons lolz! ❞

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

something about those boys and ripping pantyhose’s… sigh

sure it’s attractive, quite attractive actually but more often than not the boys seem to miss the mark as to why you’re wearing them (and why it’s not okay to suddenly come back not wearing them) until one day you overhear tara and some of your other female colleagues discussing a durable pair of pantyhose’s perfect for the summertime where the typical deepspace hunter pants tend to be a little bit on the heavier side.

however your interest was piqued either way— might as well do the girls a favor and test how really durable they are

xavier

you two are so in sync with once another, gentle touches and heightened breathing— your reactions from each other drove each other crazy, it was perfect

which is why he looked like a kicked puppy when he realizes that the pantyhose’s you were wearing were NOT coming off with the hook of his finger

“i… i dont understand…”

oh poor thing they never do

you explain to him that the other female deepspace hunters wanted to test out their durability— you just happened to know a good test for them

he understands, but he still doesn’t know why you’re wearing it with him

you sigh, the initial test was a success but now he was really trying to make you spell it out for him

you pull out the small dagger out of its sheath that rested on your thigh

he looks at you in confusion as you wrap his fingers around the hilt

“i’m sure you can figure out your way around this obstacle.”

and then it clicks and his face of confusion is no more

it’s safe to say, the same trick won’t work on him twice

rafayel

this man takes it as a personal attack— like you might as well have had called him a lemurian slur

“so you want me to die?”

you loved him, but this man was always doing the absolute most but he won’t admit it

if anything you’re getting ALL the blame, you got him all worked up and then you stroll up wearing the indestructible pantyhose’s from hell

he flickers a flame in between his fingers

talking about some “i wonder if they’re fireproof”

you was not about to let him find out— YOU WERE STILL WEARING THEM

“what? can’t handle a little fire?”

and he had the nerve to act like you did an attempt on his life meanwhile this man was scheming as he poked and prodded the thick mesh around your thighs

you two practically start wrestling until he has you pinned

“fine we’ll do things your way, but promise to let me burn them after they’re off.”

zayne

you had been a brat obnoxious all evening it was no wonder he was itching to put you in your place

as per usual it was attractive how he’d reach over your body to pin your arms against the bed as face to face with your torso looking absolutely starved

but right when he was about to tear into you (figuratively and literally), that pesky pair of mesh you always sported were NOT budging

he had to pause and take a minute to reflect

my man was ready to ravish you like how a predator would to their prey but he was being bested by fabric

you were trying so hard not to laugh because you can see the cogs turning in his head

“it seems that i’ve played into your hands.”

you chuckle, innocently claiming that you were getting a tad bit tired of all the pantyhose’s that he’d tear into, it was a lot of money wasted

he insures that it’s never a waste he keeps a collection of all the ones he’s torn

the entire situation is too funny to you, you really can’t help but giggle at him

he really can’t stay annoyed at you, he also did find it a lot funnier than it should’ve been

he still wanted to have his way with you

“it’s no matter, all this is to show that i’ll have to be the gentleman you deserve.”

sure your pantyhose’s were spared that night but you weren’t

❀° ┄───╮

a/n: y’all this idea literally fell from the damn sky— well actually i just saw those instagram promo stories about those hella thick and durable pantyhose’s soooo thank instagram ig?

it’s nothing crazy— i can’t write smut without having a visceral reaction sooo uh… i salute the girlies on here who can bc PHEW 🫡🫡🫡

also i wrote this on the bus lolz, thank god for privacy screen protectors

okay love you all mwah mwah MWAHHHH

╰───┄ °❀

[cheschesterpossum]

Okay okay okay i just found your blog, awesome by the way. And i kind you not i was thinking of an au where humans being born on Unicorn looked like transformers but are pretenders.

I don't know the full lore of you au yet but i like what I'm reading so far, where the pretenders are an uncanny valley to the Cybertronians. A real among us vibe.

If its okay i wanna share my idea (If your not interested you can ignore these part) Unicorn created humans to be a weapon against Cybertronians but he can't create life like Primus so he has to work with what he has. Which is the organic material growing on him, i was thinking from trail and error Unicorn blended metal and meat together until he got a human that looks like a Cybertronian but on the inside their not. The more Cybertronians looking humans would be his version of Primes that would lead his first iteration of humans. The first humans are like worker ants, they don't have a will if their own and just follows commands.

Their able to communicate to each other telepathically. I like to think the humans are able to open their chest like a Cybertronian revealing their fleshy inside, ribs that look like teeth and red squishy organs that pulse drool from the confines of their metal shell. I'm also thinking that being able to open their chest could serve a purpose where they have flesh feelers on the inside, basically tentacles. That can wrap and crush unexpected victims but their not just weapons, they act as feelers and their able to feel things more.

Aa for eating, i was thinking humans can eat vegetables and meat. And that when eating their disguise breaks as the metal mesh if their face breaks open. Lip slitting apart to sharp teeth build to rip and tear biting into their meal. Its probably like seeing a cat yawn for Cybertronians seeing their human friend eat. Since humans were made to fight Cybertronians originally, i was thinking humans are ironically attractive to Cybertronians. A siren if you will. Luring in prey in with beauty until it's too late. While that's my idea of it anyway. Ah sorry these is getting long, i hope you have a good day!

owwwwhhhhhh this is so awesome sauce!!! Your AU is so interesting!

Oh my goodness, lowkey Among Us or That's Not My Neighbor Transformers version?

I can imagine humans being Cybertron's equivalent of fae or doppelganger. Yes, love the horror combination of flesh and metal.

Would the bots start to develop some kind of security to detect humans among them like the medbay scanner in Amongus? Would there be a security bot specialized to sort out humans and cybertronians?

I'd like to add an idea of mine to this. While humans doesn't have a cog, they do have false alt-mode. Basically wheels, windows, ect uses to fool the cybs and blend in but can't transform.

For when humans start becoming friends and allow cybs to touch them. Their platings or protoform is noticeably softer than cyb's. Kinda like soft metal? Or the same texture as cat's paws, human skin in general. As for armor, is more like a protective shell, like a turtle's? Except they don't have nerve cells on their armor like cybs does. So when their armor is dented or scratches, as long as it doesn't reach their internals, they're fine.

Dw i actually really like reading long ask, have a good day to you too anon!!!!!!

[yayasvalveplay]

yaya i think we need to give orion pax breasts

this can tie into the bondage talks i've been seeing except post-cogs. idk maybe they take a break in the middle of the journey and dee, who's been fuming, and orion, who's been stressed, take a detour to some hidden little grotto surrounded by cybertronian plant life to indulge in some stress relief

dee is carefully wrapping orion up in that rope, kept in his subspace, and orion is relaxing and then dee accidentally hits a seam and boom orion's chestplates are folding away

both of them startle back as a soft pair of protoform... things swell out of where his chestplates used to be, framing where his cog hole used to be. there's two little nubbins on them, poking out from the flushed mesh surface, and they have an overall blue tint to them

neither orion or dee have any clue what they are. dee, staring at them, reaches out and lightly brushes his finger over one of the little nubs, and as soon as he does orion is gasping and arching into the contact

as soon as dee figures out that they're sensitive and that playing with them revs orion up, he's finishing tying orion up, keeping him still, before playing with those adorable nozzles until orion is twisting and twitching and gasping that- dee, please, he needs more, he needs-!!

Orion deserves to have breast, big mommy milkers that Dee can abuse by pulling on the nubs, or sucking on them.

He needs more he wants more, Dee please, He's being fingered while his energon sacks are being sucked on, and it's just total bliss for Orion, legs spread as much as he can make them while he's bound up the way he is.

[almsworth-worm]

She stands still, hearing a repetitive ticking noise emanating from inside of her chest.

She can feel the gears inside of her as they rotate and mesh and interlink, sending the energy stored in the spring wound up within her.

She moves her arm upwards to stare at the back of her hand. As she does, wires move to curl her fingers, mechanisms rotate to allow her arm to bend at the elbow, and metal slides over metal on her joints.

She’s been so delicately made, so precisely crafted.

Always in equilibrium, as little wasted energy as possible.

Her miss made her to be perfect.

It always makes the next bit more fun.

A sharp blow knocks her off balance, sending her side into the edge of a table.

It cracks, but holds.

Her legs are swept out from under her. She falls.

Hits the hard floor.

Cracks, but holds.

The boot that follows finally breaks her, causing the ceramic of her chest and abdomen to fracture and burst out across the room.

Her miss reaches inside of her, not caring for the shards that pierce her skin and draw out her blood.

Her miss seizes a gear and holds it for a second. If she had a heart, it would skip a beat.

Her miss takes another gear. Holds it.

Tears it out.

She can’t feel or move her legs any more. Within her, cogs spin impotently, teeth catching on empty space.

Her miss gently places her hand around her spring.

Twists it.

Not up, but down.

Her eyes flutter closed. Her limbs don’t go limp, instead they lock in their current positions. Her gears and mechanisms slow, very soon to go still.

As she is wound down, she finds it harder and harder to think, to reason, to act.

To act before her consciousness fades out of existence requires immense willpower and focus, along with single-minded determination.

As her mind fades to black, her mouth moves.

It hangs open in a lopsided smile.

[givemeyams]

Cyber!Earth AU TFP Headcanons

[Please Note, this was written before TF Earthspark was a thing, This has been sitting on my computer for forever.]

What if Earth was cyberformed but instead all life being destroyed, it hybridized with cybernetic biology. A Techno-Organic ecosystem in a primeval Earth envionment. Cyber!Earth AU

Or… Let's create a cybertronian death world that will make Magatron wish there was a few phase six'ers still online.

Environment ->

Most things are upscaled to cybertronian size: fauna, flora, and everything in between

Except humans, they stayed comparatively the same, adults ranging between 5-10ft on average, children being smaller than that

Most of Earths lifeforms would mirror its organic counterparts, poisons, diseases, bacteria all have to potential to harm both organic and non-organic life to varying degrees (For example, there are new viruses that Cybertronians have to deal now or animals like the jellyfish can sting a Bot' as much as it can a Terran)

Though the physiology of cyberformed organisms look like eldrich abominations of flesh and metal (which they absolutely are) in actually, all the components are hybridized at a molecular level, creating a truly unique class of lifeform

Energon is integrated into the ecosystem, in every aspect of life. On one hand, Cybertronians have options for renewable sources of energon, on the other, the same Cybertronians are now a part of the food chain

Imagine the horror of landing on Cyberformed Earth, only to realize anything can and will try to eat you (and they thought scaplets were bad)

Life cycles continue as it was, organism will die eventually through natural means (Without technological intervention, Terrans will still pass in as many years as their human counterparts)

Cyberformed Humans ->

Officially cyberformed humans call themselves Terrans

When spiteful, they call themselves the Children of Choas (After the horror of a civilization ending event, complete and involuntary body restructuring, and learning that their alien overlords equivalent to space-Saten is you planets core: people are going to wear that title with pride)

Terrans DON'T have T-Cogs, inbuilt blaster weapons, or sharp talons (Cybertronians make the mistake that these "new" humans are just as squishy and defenseless)

Nope! All of our natural survival adaptations are just dialed to 11: insane pain tolerance, robust immune system, high endurance, excellent mimicry skills, and the ability to consume nearly anything

Sure a Terrans' skin (really, it is more akin to a fine mesh) is just as sensitive and fragile as a cybertronians protoform and all of our major organs are still organic-like (in other words, we're still going to be little meat bags)

That will not stop a group of Terran's from hunting the local mega-fauna or giving some bot's a bad day

Humans of old were persistant hunters, our major advantage being that our bodies did not overheat compared to the game that we hunted. So how would that translate for a techno-organic? Temperature Regulation and Energy Conservation - what if a Terran's body had a better temperature to fuel ratio? We would be able to run for far longer with minimal energy loss

In this scenario, a Terran could keep pace with a cybertronian in its root mode, and outlast said cybertronian on fuel (the assumption that the hotter a cybertronian burns, the greater amount of fuel that it needs)

Unlike Bots', Terrans have the capacity of consuming anything remotely organic or living metal (tree bark, leather shoes, loose wires, raw minerals, semi-organic cabling, all of it, yes. And if not, boiled in a stew)

I imagine some cyberformed plants would become something poisonous to cybertronians and the the Terrans are like, "Nah man, that's just a mango, only the skin is toxic.." and the bot's are once again mortified by the cybertronian equivalent to chili peppers

Terrans have their own form of adrenalin too, in the form of red energon (cyberformed humans can convert the energon in their semi-organic frames into red energon, overclocking their systems to hyperspeed)

Like a adrenaline rush for a human, a Terran could over extend themselves in such a state, even if their bones are as durable as armor plating

[redrosydiaz]

yall my soccer team #mysoccerteam did SO well tonight (we won 5-0 fuck yeah) and the eNRITE TIME i couldn't stop thinking about a buddie soccer au.

like like just walk with me here — buck. big, built, brick shithouse buck buckley as a keeper. just. massive thighs, massive chest, broad broad shoulders, so tall. he's just an absolute unit of a wall in front of that goal. he protects that net like he was born for it, and he is NOT afraid to just. throw himself in any way, in any shape, in any form after that ball to keep it from going in. he's absolutely fearless back there.

and then eddie diaz, new signee, as not just a defender, but the center defender, aka thee leader of the back line. he knows his shit, and he's so good at making sure no opponent is left uncovered and if any of his other defenders get beat he is always ALWAYS there, to cover their asses and clear the ball when they can't. hes soooo good at initiating plays too, like it all starts from the back and that is because of eddie.

but anyways. buck, as the keeper, is also the leader of the backline, and to make that work the keeper and center back have to have a good dynamic, they've got to be able to play off of each other and be aligned on things and have each others backs. and so im thinking:

the last center back either retired or transfered or got called up to the national team or something and so he (not sure who yet — maybe connor since thats someone from buck's Past?) left, hes gone, and bobby, the coach, recently managed to get eddie to sign — and eddie, hes good. he had so many other teams clamoring for him, but he chose this one. and he's a center back, so he'll be filling the spot that Undecided just left. and buck, well, buck is sad about his old friend leaving and he's also like well we were such a well oiled machine before and now a Key cog is missing and we'll never be able to recreate that like no one will be able to replace that and he's immediately all hackles up and squinty eyed at eddie bc of it. and so of course, he and eddie Do Not mesh well at first bc of it, bc buck's not really giving him a chance, and so the first couple of games Do Not go well bc there is a very distinct lack of communication in the back line and a lack of cohesion and it all stems from buck and eddie not getting along.

until one game, theyre playing this team thats like. Super Extra Agrressive, in like a dirty kind of way too, and one of the other team's players breaks away and is sprinting down the center of the field, and he broke past the last defender and eddie's hauling ass to catch up to him and hes so close but this guy is now one on one with buck, and hes closing in and bucks shuffling forward, cutting off this guy's space to shoot, and the guy is still coming at him, wanting the perfect shot, but then bucks diving for it right as the guys winding up to kick and — its very obviously going to be bucks ball and this would be the moment that any good player would change their course and jump over the keeper instead of plowing through him but. well. this guy's a dick, so he plows through buck, and ends up kicking the ball — even though buck DID have a hand on it and the guy manages to poke the ball past buck in this before they both went down in a heap and its rolling and rolling towards the goal but then there's eddie! sliding in at the last second to knock the ball away before it can go in. and the SECOND the ball is clear he is up and getting in that guy's face, shouting at him about almost taking buck out and how he could've seriously injured him, and the guy is shouting back and maybe tries to shove at eddie a couple times but eddie doesn't take that bait he keeps his hands at his side (maybe does his infamous pointing lol) but hes just yelling a the guy for reckless behavior. and its ALL about protecting buck, is the thing. even though buck has kind of been nothing but a nuisance and a bit of an antagonist towards eddie these past couple weeks. here eddie is, sticking up for him anyways, getting passionately upset at this guy on buck's behalf. and it just— shifts something, between them.

and after the guy gets carded and buck gets checked on by the ref and stuff, eddie goes over to check on him himself and hes like are you okay? and bucks like yeah no im fine and eddies like you're fucking crazy for that, that was a crazy move you pulled but jesus christ that was amazing too. and buck ducks his head like aw well. thanks. and hey, you had a great save there too and eddies like yeah I guess so hah teamwork, whaddayaknow? and then hes like you sure you're okay? and bucks like yeah yeah seriously im fine. and eddie, hey, thanks for that. yknow. with that guy. and eddie claps him on the shoulder and was like that was nothing, i got your back, man and bucks like oh. oh well. well i got yours too. and BAM. the beautiful beginning of the wonderful reluctant teammates -> friends -> lovers saga

(also v important to mention, bobby is the coach, chim is the center midfielder and captain of the team, ravi is a striker, and hen is one of the athletic trainers)

[lou-struck]

Seat 14F

Atsumu Miya x reader

WC: 1.3k 

~You are peacefully getting ready for your flight home in your long awaited window seat until your talkative seat buddy arrives. 

A/n: I am having so much fun finishing some of these WIPS. I hope you enjoy this one.

The terminal beneath your feet echoes the hollow yet eager sound that is created by your footsteps. The beige hallway twists and turns until you see a fight attendant gesturing you into the cabin with a large red-lipsticked smile. 

“Welcome aboard,” he beams as you step onto the plane.

“Thank you.” You smile back and readjust the strap on your backpack so it’s tighter to your back and at less of a risk of smacking the others in the face as you pass them. Their crumpled boarding pass is in your hand as they make their way down the long aisle. They had only started boarding minutes ago, but already, you see people slumped in their seats, softly snoring into their neck pillows. 

You are in Seat 14F, a window seat. There is something so comforting about having an extra wall to lean up upon in case you were to find yourself drifting off on this flight. 

Your eyes scan the row makers as you pass,

Row 9, 10, 11, 13. 

Row 14 is completely empty as you come to a stop, sliding past the first two seats on the right-hand side of the plane and tucking your travel backpack underneath the seat in front of you to save yourself from a lecture from the flight attendant later. 

You feel your phone in your pocket as you sit down in your seat, which apparently can be used as a flotation device should the plane come down over a body of water. Knowing you’ll most likely forget to do it later, choose now to turn the device into airplane mode and slip it into the mesh netting in front of you for later. With your phone gone, you choose to entertain yourself by watching out the little oval window as airline workers load the bottom of the plane with everyone’s luggage. 

Peering at the little cart, you try to see if you can spot them loading the suitcases you checked. Your white plastic one and the other one…

“Well, isn’t this my lucky day?” a honeyed voice drawls from behind you. “Looks like I got myself a cute lookin seat, buddy.”

“What brings you here?” you ask, watching as a handsome man with faux-blond hair slides into the seat next to you. He unceremoniously slides a gray backpack underneath his seat before wasting no time in making himself at home. 

“14E,” they beam, flashing you their paper boarding pass. Already, the parchment is crumpled beyond recognition and speckled with droplets of what you assume to be coffee. 

You roll your eyes and send him a playful smile. “Atsumu, I printed that boarding pass for you less than an hour ago. How have you managed to beat it up so badly?”

“Who’s Atsumu?” he asks, cocking his head to the side in mock confusion, obviously wanting to keep flirting terribly with you for as long as he can. “I’m uhhh.” he scratches his head in thought, “Mr. Handsome Stranger.”

You sigh as he continues this little ruse of his. “Well then, Mr. Stranger, have a seat.” You place your earbuds into your ear and try to keep a look of disinterest on your face as you scroll through your downloaded podcast episodes. 

“It’s Mr. Handsome Stranger.” He pouts, his cheeks puffing out comically, and he sits down in the seat next to you. From the corner of your eye, you see him looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster. When they spot something shiny on your finger, they gleam, and you can practically see the cogs turning in that pretty head of his. 

“Well, that’s a real nice ring on yer finger,” he hums, leaning well into your personal space; now that he’s closer, you can smell the mint gum he’s chewing, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s his attempt to cover his coffee breath. 

“Thank you,” you sigh, shifting in your seat and admiring the gem yourself in the light of your small oval window. “I got it from my Fiance.”

“Not husband?” he winks, “I guess I still have a chance with you then.”

You laugh at his terrible flirting like the hypocrite you are. Because that same flirtiness that (unbeknownst to you) is causing the other passengers to cringe in their seats was able to ensnare you over two years ago.

“Is there a problem here?” the flight attendant from earlier comes over with a stern expression. Their eyes narrow when they see the way your goofy fiance is practically on top of you, fiddling with your engagement ring. They make eye contact with you, looking for any kind of discomfort in your expression. “Is he bothering you?”

Atsumu slides off of you and into his seat quickly. His cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. “I-it’s not what ya think.” he starts to explain but he is silenced by the commanding gloved hand of the flight attendant who you now think is one of your favorite people on earth. 

People are watching, listening, just waiting for the moment to step in and rescue you. If it wasn’t some big misunderstanding, you would feel that your faith in humanity was restored. 

But you’re not in any danger, so just for a moment, you may as well enjoy this little in-flight entertainment, 

“Sir, did you know it is a crime to interfere with the takeoff and departure of an aircraft?” they ask with a vicious customer service smile. “Is this behavior of yours really worth jail time?”

“Wha?” No, I was just messing around..” Atsumu says in a smaller voice. His tone pulls at your heartstrings, and you know you have to come to his aid. 

“Tsumu, I got this.” You murmur, placing a hand on his bicep as a grounding touch and giving your would-be hero a genuine smile. “I am so sorry about this; this doof is just my fiance. He likes to use those cheesy lines to make me laugh.”

They look between the two of you with a discerning glance before. “Do you promise?” they ask. 

“I promise.” you laugh, relieved that Atsumu is feeling a bit less freaked out now that he isn’t at risk of being dragged off the plane and thrown in jail for his cheesy pickup lines. 

“Here’s my lock screen.” the volleyball player adds, showing the attendant a picture of the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms after one of his games. “We’re together, I swear.”

“Awe, cute.” the attendant says, shutting the luggage compartment above your head. “Glad you’re not a creep. We are about to take off soon, so don’t forget to put that phone in airplane mode, hon.”

“R-right, thank ya.” he breathes his fingers, fumbling with his slightly cracked screen protector to switch his device. 

“I see; one moment, please,” they hum, turning and walking down the aisle away from seats 14 E and F, leaving the two of you rather confused at his sudden exit. 

They come back a few moments later and sneakily slides two prepackaged snack boxes over to you. The ones that are only available in first-class cabins. This sly gesture of good faith is very much appreciated by the two of you. 

“Thank ya,” Atsumu whispers happily, unwrapping his miniature charcuterie snack. 

“For what? The attendant asks, looking innocent. “You two enjoy the rest of your flight.” With that, they turned and left to do their pre-flight duties. Now alone, you and Atsumu lock eyes and fall into a fit of laughter. 

“Oooh, you almost got in trouble.” you tease, leaning your head against his shoulder.

 “What do ya think plane jail is like?” he hums, fiddling with your engagement ring. 

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you murmur. “It’s not too late to find out, though, if you want to call the flight attendant back.”

“Oh shuddup,” he chuckles, turning in his seat and kissing the crown of your head. “You wouldn’t do that to me; ya like my flirtin’ too much.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” You smile, prepared to spend the rest of your flight in the arms of the man you love. 

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[anony-man]

Merry Christmas Eve, if you celebrate!

Chubformers drabble #142!

Characters: Megatron (& Soundwave & Kiloton - G1)

Word count: 1.1k

For all they knew, there wasn’t actually a sparkling forming in that big belly of his, but slag, if it wasn’t hot to pretend it was true.

The thought was enticing, and the idea was intoxicating. Megatron had already begun sporting a good bit of weight on his frame as it was, which meant brushing it off as empty pounds packed on by precious cargo was more simple than anything. He had seen the looks, the stares, and he’d felt the increased desperation in both their touches all the same. There wasn’t a sparkling in his belly, nor would there be for quite some time, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t pretend.

He took it slow, just like everything between him and his two beloved bots. Stuffing him silly behind closed doors and helping his frame grow more and more and more by the day had already been already established, and that meant plenty more doors of opportunity opened up for him to step through. Megatron wasn’t pregnant, nor would he be for some time, but that didn’t stop him from pretending, and it certainly didn’t stop him from teasing.

“Is that all you two have got?” he’d asked one evening as he lay stretched out in the massive berth they shared. “Last I remembered, I was promised a feast.”

His comments were lighthearted, but he could see the cogs turning in both Soundwave and Kiloton’s processors as his two partners shared a look. The great big feast that evening had been an oversized helping of fuel handfed to him by the silent mech while his other companion focused on soothing his belly between bites, and Primus, if it hadn’t nearly done him in by the end. Megatron was feeling frisky, though, and given the thoughts of pushing things a little further that had been plaguing his processor for a while…

Kiloton chuckled, his servo still settling the gurgling surface of Megatron’s belly as Soundwave crawled in beside their fat, full conjux on the other end of the berth.

“Oh, we aren’t done with you just yet,” he said, his servos falling still as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss at the top of the bloated mesh. “Isn’t that right, Soundwave?”

The other mech nodded with a low, needy sound rumbling deep in his chest. Megatron hardly had time to get in another word before Kiloton was crawling in to rest against his other side, leaving his fat frame squished in the center of the berth. All three bots were getting comfortable by the time he found his voice again, and between panting against Soundwave’s helm nuzzling against his neck cables and Kiloton purring between kisses pressed into his belly, his words were muffled and strained.

His partners were feeling just as excited as he was, but not quite for the same reasons. It felt so good though, squirming under their combined touches and whimpering beneath their servos. It was deliciously addicting, and for as good as it made him feel, Megatron knew he couldn’t keep it all to himself.

Between his thighs, Soundwave’s fingers circled his rim and teased his node, leaving Megatron to shudder and squirm against Kiloton’s frame as the other mech continued to fondle and grope the soft curves of his belly. His processor was growing hazy, but not too hazy, because the thought of begging them to frag him into the berth and worship his belly for the extra life circling inside his spark became more enticing by the second. His tanks were stuffed to the brim, and his frame was touched in all the right places that left him melting in both of their arms, but Megatron wanted more… and as it turned out, so did they.

His memory was faded by the automatic shutdown he was forced to enter after the umpteenth overlook overwhelmed his frame, but slag, nothing beat the looks on his lovers’ faces when he gushed over the affection they were drowning him—and subsequently, his sparkling—in. The pace became frantic, their touches desperate, and a trip to the clinic the following day for a check of his vocalizer (and spark chamber, just to be safe) was in order. Call it a successful mission if you will, but Megatron referred to it as little more than their first shared kink awakening.

Days passed after the special night took its unexpected turn, but from there, things only looked up. Megatron was pampered all the same, and he was regarded no differently, but inside the bedroom… things sure changed. It only took a tender servo cupping his hanging belly or the wistful smile as he stared at the fuel prepared for him by his companions to get everyone in the mood, and he loved it more than anything. Hell, he loved it more than the stuffing aspect itself.

Both Soundwave and Kiloton, without fail, always wanted a taste of his sweet valve after pampering him to the brink of exhaustion, and it only took a few choice words from Megatron to get them in the mood.

“Is that really all you’ve got?” he’d often say, the words from the first night repeated with a heavy teasing tone and the stroke of his own servos down the curve of his belly. “You know I’m refueling for two… or maybe three.”

Neither Kiloton nor Soundwave could resist a sight like that, and every time, it was always the same. Just like the first night, when he’d first allowed himself to explore the potential and excitement of the scene, Megatron lay sprawled out across the berth with his servos pinching the rounded curve of his middle and cooing down at the rolls that hung.

“No,” Kiloton would respond, having already begun to crawl into his side of the berth as Soundwave did the same. “Not at all.”

“Not in the slightest,” Soundwave’s quiet rasp would add as he reached down to cup Megatron’s rounded belly for himself.

There was no bearing sparklings for him anytime soon, especially not when they all faced the dilemmas that came with cruel, functionalist beliefs and the strict caste society their kind had become used to enduring. Behind closed doors, however, when he found himself in the safety of his berth with his two favorite mechs snuggled at his side, Megatron allowed his mind to wander. After all, the soft curves of his frame as he gained with each feeding were convincing enough, and no mech would ever brave telling him that the hang of his belly as it swelled between intimacy sessions was not, in fact, baby weight.

Megatron couldn’t bear sparklings just yet, but he could still pretend. He could still tease, too… and that he did happily, much to both Soundwave and Kiloton’s satisfaction.

[aroace-not-arokay]

I love the fantasy that feels real

the fantasy that makes sense. The magic that has a system. Maybe you don't understand the system, maybe you won't ever will, but you know it's there. It's not "I stuck a bit of a magic creature in this wand and now speaking in latin Does Things"

it is "Yes, mana is a like a living signature, emanated by all things like a trail and each living thing has their own unique life signature. This is how tracking spells and teleportation spells work, by finding the location through tracking the life signature left behind. No, we're still not sure exactly how it works, but we know it has to do with DNA."

The kind of fantasy where all the different parts of the world interact and mesh, and follow rules. You're just not sure what they are yet. The kind of fantasy where magic blends into science. A magic, based in science

Don't get me wrong, the wondrous and whimsical, confusing fantasy is still beautiful. But a fantasy that feels thought through, correct, like a functioning, living, piece of the universe. That is beautiful. A fantasy that isn't "this is just how it is". A fantasy that questions itself, picks itself apart, shows you the cogs and gears. That's a beautiful fantasy

[remnantspod]

this show is a puzzle. if you are feeling like you want to expound a thousand theories into the wind, know the show is asking this of you. I'm not laughing at your theories, if I see them, except with delight that they exist.

this show is pretty finely tuned. there are going to be things I miss because I'm a sole person making it. but i've done what I can to make sure all the tiny cogs and gears mesh. there are red herrings. there are logical loops. there are odd sticking points where you're going to think you've got it but you're actually being distracted on purpose whilst I pull another rug out from under you.

this show is about people. the human brain is extremely adept at finding patterns. it's why we love puzzles, it's why we love mysteries. we're always looking for reason in chaos, sublimating the sensible onto the senseless. there is a complex relationship between music and maths, two things which at first feel totally unrelated but under closer examination are inextricable.

I wanted something meaty and rich with layers of meaning and metaphor. I wanted something smart and complicated that didn't sacrifice feelings in favour of showing off. I wanted a puzzle that you can solve, but which you will not lose out on the experience of the show if you have no interest in trying to solve it.

the show is a puzzle. this show is about a puzzle. this show is about people and connections. this show is about love in its many forms, from the unhealthy and warped to the wholesome to the erotic to the selfless to the sensuous, and many combinations and shades in between.

this show is Remnants.

[tobi-rx]

If I make a humanformers au I will go all out on the worldbuilding.

What would make it distinct at all from base transformers would really just be the framing of it and an excuse to draw transformers gijinka I think.

The T-cogs give the humanformers equippable magic mech suit armor and also make them bigger as in fully grow up cause the T cogs are partially a metaphor for puberty in TF:One you cannot change my mind. Plus like the removal of the T cogs being like permanent infantilization? Like never being allowed to grow, change, or reach your full potential.

Getting the t cogs would be Mario getting the red mushroom and fire flower all in one, but the fire ability the flower grants is an iron man suit or Samus Aran suit that can be equipped and de-quipped via magical girl transformation.

The alt, or vehicle modes usually give the transformers a speed or maneuverability advantage and that’d be what the suit does, besides also giving them ability to access/summon to their various tools and/or weaponry they’d have in canon. I think the transformers who are also vehicles that can transport other transformers would be like, same size as the other transformers when I transformed but when they are in their vehicle modes, there’s like a chamber within the possible transform-able ship, or train, or something, that houses their true body like a giant spark chamber but it’s a pod or something. I like the drama where it’s like eh it’s just a giant vehicle oh wait the giant vehicle is alive and a person?! Or made from a person. Any Star Wars fans ever read the fics where the Jedi are the ancient giant space ships and the clones were made to pilot them? Yeah.

Effectively the no-cogs would be smaller, weaker, unarmed, more vulnerable without armor to protect their squishy selves in comparison to those with T cogs. Those with T cogs would appear as if demigods in comparison.

Also I think it’d just look cool if they transformed to have guns, canons, or other stuff while without the armor cause then it’d be like Parasyte, Akira but more sleek scifi lookin, or the Plants in Trigun, some sort of flesh/machine seamless amalgamation.

If I were to draw it out I’d probably make the cogged humanformers have metal plating or technical components on them that seamlessly meshes with the “flesh” parts of them when they’re not transformed, and they’d tower over the un-cogged as they do in TF:One.

The un-cogged humanformers would be like normal humans but there’s a scar on their torsos from where the T cogs were surgically removed at birth.

Also I think it’d be cool should this conception of humanformers ever went to Earth cause the whole robots in disguise part would still work, but there’d still be the whole size difference/world made of cardboard thing. Idk just imagine these futuristic cyborg lookin guys twice the size of average human beings walking around and humans being like yooo sick cosplay or something idk