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Naomi is the artist

They're on Twitter.

I love them so much!

Sorry, I don't know the author, these works are not mine

If someone know who these arts are laid, please write!

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god forbid 5000 year old girls do anything

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@horrorsprovider just so you know this gave me so much inspiration i had to stop myself from doing any more

a few more hcs related to this under the cut

pre grove incident:

-didn't "need" it that much but still had it in case -hyacine got it for him after the first soul splitting experiment when he needed to readjust to his body -used it mainly after any alchemy related/soul splitting experiments -many areas he frequents have become very accessible bc of this

post grove incident: -your body being reanimated does numbers to your motor functions -he tries to stay put as much as possible but sometimes you just gotta go outside -left his old cane in the grove (even if he tried to find it it's probably destroyed) so for a while he did rely on cerces to help him move around and at the very least make it appear like he was not in too much pain but he didn't like how not in control of that body he felt so he eventually went out to get himself a new cane -he actually meets hyacine again but since she probably knows of the extent of the damage shes like "professor a cane would be way unhelpful right now !! you shouldn't really be up and about at all, actually... but if you insist on getting out then please use a wheelchair or at the very least forearm crutches !!!" -he relents, convincing hyacine to get him a pair of forearm crutches and a cane -hyacine was right. it's better with the forearm crutches for the first week or two and then he switches over to the cane -there are not a lot of accessibility accomodations in okhema (</3) but he makes it work

other -he likes the cane more than the forearm crutches because he likes having at least one hand free -cerces really helped in the readjustment process a lot because something that would take at least a few years to recover properly (he was *dead* surrounded by *black tide*) took about two months ^two months is the average timeframe between versions and im using that as the basis for the time it took for naxy to relearn how to walk properly. hes definoprobably still in a lot of pain by 3.2 but hey he can walk and maybe fight again !

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To Lose A Friend

Summary: Bumblebee falls into the cybermatter. He doesn’t get up. Nobody else is doing anything to save Optimus. Smokescreen leaps.

A/N: I recently caught feelings for Transformers again. And I know I’m not gonna be here long, but I thought that- while I am- I might as well rewrite the one (1) thing I wrote for it 4 years ago.

Read below or on AO3

Smokescreen stops venting. Heat builds around his spark, spreads to his limbs, trapped in his body, burning, burning. But not really burning. Not quite. Not like Bumblebee’s chassis as he falls down, down, down, forward momentum ruined as thoroughly as his chest plate. The fire snuffs out near instantly. Smoke billows, but even that disperses in the mere seconds before Bumblebee hits the pool of cybermatter.

Dead.

Smokescreen tips forward, straining against the claws holding him. A sound of denial leaves him, pitifully small.

Optimus echoes it moments later.

Though, ‘echoes’ is assuredly the wrong word for the furious, thunderous roar that the Prime turns the word of denial into.

Smokescreen’s vents stutter back into motion.

Optimus lashes out against the warlord, their enemy, Bumblebee’s murderer.

Megatron is going to die.

It’s not a triumphant thought. It should be. Primus, it should be.

It’s not even a relief so much as… a hollow certainty. Too little, too late. And that’s not fair, he knows, not to the uncountable Autobot lives already lost to this war. Why was it not already too late before this battle? Why only now?

But Smokescreen’s never seen a friend die before.

A slash of purple light sends Optimus flying. He skids off the platform, disappearing over the edge. Smokescreen stops venting again and waits to see Optimus reappear below the platform, falling toward Earth. He doesn’t. He must have caught himself. Megatron stalks toward the edge. Nobody else is doing anything.

Bumblebee is dead and Optimus is going to die and nobody is doing anything!

Smokescreen wrenches his arm from the grip holding him, lets the claws dig grooves into his plating, and slams his servo onto the phase shifter.

He surges forward.

The vehicons yell.

Smokescreen leaps.

It’s a perfect arc. Not the same trajectory as Bumblebee, but the same target. Started from a different angle, farther up, because Smokescreen is reckless, always reckless. But a lack of recklessness doesn’t make Bumblebee any less dead. And it’s too late anyway, Megatron raising the Dark Star Saber over his helm, ready to strike, and Smokescreen isn’t there yet.

“MEGATRON!” he screams, fury and terror maxing out his voice box.

Megatron turns.

And then Smokescreen crashes into him, hard enough to almost send them both off the platform. Megatron flails, and Smokescreen wonders if he’ll let the momentum take him and just change into his alt mode, unconcerned with the drop to Earth when he can fly. But Megatron tries to keep his footing for one precious second. The only second that Smokescreen, arms buried shoulder-struts deep in Megatron’s chest, needs to grab anything and everything he can from a cybertronian’s most vital area and yank.

Wires snap. Lines burst, spraying Smokescreen in hot energon. Everything lights up purple.

Dark energon. Smokescreen stares in disbelief at the shard clenched in his servo. Nobody had told him. Had nobody known?

Blue optics meet red. There is fear there, fear for his own pathetic life, and Smokescreen thinks he finally knows what real hate feels like.

“You’ve killed your last ‘bot,” he hisses. Then, keeping his grip on what he’s already torn out of the monstrous pile of scrap, he kicks off.

More things tear, more energon splatters the ground. Megatron’s optics flicker dark before he even clears the edge of the platform.

Smokescreen stands, venting heavily for a long moment before he can convince his servos to release their gory contents. And then he steps to the edge.

For a moment, he watches the empty shell of the warlord burn in Earth’s atmosphere. Optimus, from where he dangles off the platform, watches too. And maybe it’s Smokescreen’s imagination, his fury turned into something cold and dead, but he almost thinks that Optimus hesitates when Smokescreen offers a servo up. Like he’d rather let go and let gravity take him.

But Optimus lets himself be pulled up. He even thanks Smokescreen, though his words are as hollow and exhausted as Smokescreen’s ever heard them, even more than when the Prime lay dying in front of him. Smokescreen just nods in return and Optimus moves past him, optics trained on the dark shape in the cybermatter.

And Smokescreen…

He gets it now, he thinks. Why everyone hated him at first, when all he talked about was how excited he was to finally play an active part in the war. The glory, the heroics.

He looks up at them now, Arcee and Ratchet, both standing at the edge of the platform above. Lonely shapes when all the Decepticons have fled. How many friends have they watched die?

Smokescreen becomes aware again, suddenly, of the pain in his arm. And he hates it, because it reminds him that Bumblebee never should have been the one taking that leap. If Smokescreen had been faster, smarter… if he’d been more careful, or dodged Shockwave’s shot…

Yeah, sure, maybe he would’ve ended up scrap instead. Right now, watching Optimus Prime stretch as far as he can over the pool of cybermatter, reaching for his lifeless scout…

He’s glad he’s still alive. Really. He just doesn’t exactly feel like he deserves to be.

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Last time you'll ever see me doing this type of style

hoyo drops another twink I’m spending another $75 as usual

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I was commissioned an Anaxa print by the English voice actor of Anaxa - Stephen Fu!!! I am super honored for this opportunity, thank you for working with me again!!

Stephen will be a guest at Otaku Collectives’ booth at Anime Night Mart next weekend and the print will be available there!

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Imagine you are a duckling, but you're not very good at it.

You're not pretty and yellow and graceful like your siblings, like the other ducklings you see swimming and walking around. Also, when you try to talk to them, they don't seem to understand. You can understand them, because they are speaking in the only language you have ever heard spoken, but when you try to speak it it doesn't come out right. It's like there's something wrong with your throat.

Your parents, your siblings, tell you to make more of an effort to fit in, so you do. You watch the other ducklings and do your utmost to copy them exactly: the way they move, the noises they make. There's not much you can do about your weird gray down or your bizarre, ungainly shape, but everything you can do to fit in, to get along, you do.

You're still not very good at it, but you're trying. Maybe you'll get better at it as you grow up. Maybe if you work really, really hard, someday, you'll be a good duck.

But in actual fact, it just gets worse as you grow. Your neck starts elongating grotesquely, unnaturally. When your grown-up feathers start to come in, they're not even the ugly dirty gray your down was; they're ghastly white, like sun-bleached bone. You get bigger and bigger, much bigger than any grownup duck you've ever seen; you turn into a hideous, deformed giant, towering over your horrified parents. They don't understand what they did wrong to make you turn out like this.

And then, one day, for the first time, swimming miserably across the lake, with your big ugly clumsy white body, you see a pair of adult swans.

And you say very quietly to yourself, in your strange ugly rasping voice (you're suddenly wondering how those birds sound when they talk)...

... oh.

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shadow gets adopted into the wachowski family and becomes the resident listener in a family that’s full of yappers send tweet

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i finished...

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they cooked gopher wood for dinner btw

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Akane being judgemental af is so dear to me

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more Akane being judgemental af or rude

I love him

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lil frog friend 🐸

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i actually have nothing to post except a random au that crossed my mind