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In other words, this is a top tier one-shot you beautiful bitch

concept with viltrumite! mark grayson.

for a while, it doesn’t fully settle in his brain.

some half of him sits chin-deep in denial, not connecting two and two. even after his generals and his soldiers put you in the chain of dead carcasses that wraps around his planet like saturn’s ring, he still expects another body to occupy (keep him company) his bed at night.

he knew how humans die. he was not a stranger to death. he just had grown so comfortable in death that was violent and grotesque that a death that happened silently and quickly underneath a quilted blanket (just one exhale and you were gone in your sleep) was a foreign type of death.

he had heard that slow lup-dup lup-dup lup-dup grow even slower; he caught the sight of your last breath leaving your lips as he squinted and sneered himself out of sleep.

at least, he didn’t have to put you down like a suffering old yeller.

mark knew it was going to happen eventually. human hair turns gray and falls out; hands twist up into wrinkled claws; if the epitome of weakness needed a spokesperson, you were the only one on viltrum who would be chosen for the role. some days, you couldn’t even muster strength to rise from bed.

he feels robbed. he never got to say goodbye.

viltrum has always been a tomb. he only resided on it for the last three years because you had been growing too frail for space travel. now there’s no attachment holding him back.

he departs off into space with nothing but the clothes on his back.

for a while, there’s no destination. there’s no contact with his people. besides the nebulous black and pinpricks of white, mark cherishes this solitude, mind and stomach grumbling with leftover regret and leftover grief. he is a lifeless body, a ship with no navigator, a lost piece of driftwood.

eventually, he touches down. the planet is a mud and clay wasteland, staining the bottom of his soles. uninhabited, mark continues his stewing of solitude.

by the time he has finally decided on what to do next with his body, the planet is covered in his pacing footsteps like mini highways. mark finds a groove of clay and kneels down in it. undeterred by the stains, he starts to gather some up in his hands and mold it.

molds and molds.

finger and thumb.

pinch and smooth.

scrape and add.

he takes his time. he no longer worries about how quick time is passing when you are no longer there to remind him with each new liver spot, each new gray hair, each new pain. he sits down for a foodless month and molds the dimensions of your once youthful face into clay.

eventually, mark believes he has replicated you without imperfection — a copy of what you looked like sixty years ago. you stare back at him with gray irises and frown your gray lips at him. you were never warm in your last months, bundled under blankets; your clay skin is cold too.

he waits through a sunset for you to speak through this sculpture.

he waits through a sunrise for him to find the words he wants to say.

both never happen.

when he finally stop thinking of what he wants to say, he says, “you … you were a good pe — person.” then, he softly slots his lips over yours.

the sun must be making his eyes sting; this planet has no clouds but it's soaked wet. the taste of sediment lingers on his mouth, earthy, and he smells the scent of tide curling up on the shore of a beach. saltwater. saltwater from him? saltwater from the planet? mark doesn’t want to know.

with one last look, the viltrumite crushes the clay in his hands.

some of it splatters on his face. the clay is warm on his cheeks, like a goodbye kiss.

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OC art dump: Amplifier

I made these a while ago.

Close ups

Consider this as my way of saying that Grabbie is an AMAZING water color brand

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I was almost Betty.

My great-uncle's wife's name was Betty and she passed away a few months before I was born. He's still salty that they didn't name me Betty.

It's been 20 years

what were your almost names ur parents could’ve given you. i was almost: kevin, hazel, griffin, forrest, alison, jamie

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I don't know how to edit

cant even hornypost about falin touden bc im just gonna get dozens of people responding with marcille speech bubble image edits

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She's done!!!

Presenting Amplifier

This is how she looks in the fic The Importance of Exposure.

Ngl, I got lazy and didn't really finish the background, but as long as she was done, I didn't care╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

I'll make a close up of her face later idk

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you just made me realize one of the main reasons why i barely ever feel engaged w a lot of mark x reader fics omg, so many people on here characterize him as this of pliant “softboi” who can never do anything wrong bc he has trauma so much it feels like he’s an entire different person when they write him LOL no shade at all but if mark was as one dimensional and weak willed as ppl portray him as i genuinely wouldn’t like him like i do now 😭

INVINCIBLE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!!

oh my god YES you get it completely.

no shade to anyone, but you’re so right so many fics flatten him into this super soft, trauma-coded, shy, clumsy “yes man” version of mark, and it completely misses the core of who he actually is. yes, he struggles. yes, he’s emotional. but that doesn’t make him weak or passive. it makes him messy. it makes him reactive. and honestly, sometimes it makes him dangerous.

people forget that mark can and does do real damage. not in a harmless way, but in a way that hurts people because he leads with his heart and his instincts instead of thinking things through. he’s impulsive. he’s stubborn. he doesn’t just roll over when someone tells him what to do he fights back, even when it’s painful.

like when he literally gives up on heroism in the comics. not just because he’s mad at the GDA, but because he realizes the whole system he fought for is fundamentally broken, he wants to protect his family, and staying would mean betraying himself. that’s not some passive sadboy move. that’s a gut-wrenching, conscious choice to walk away from everything he thought he was supposed to be.

people really miss how mark is actually portrayed sexually too. the fandom loves making him this whiny, submissive mess in relationships, but if you actually read the comics? when he gets older, even in his late teens and early twenties, he’s way more confident. he’s not shy about wanting things, emotionally or physically. he initiates, he asks, he wants.

he's a man who likes sex, who gets good at it, and who is not afraid to get messy, greedy, needy and to give as much as he takes. no offense, but fandom keeps writing mark like he’s this shy, blushing bottom who falls apart if you touch him, and that’s not him at all. in the comics, he’s confident, physical, and not shy about wanting someone. he’s not some giggling teehee virgin or a trembling sub and he’s not a strict, cold dom either. he’s human. messy, eager, hungry. he fucks like he means it because he feels everything hard and real, not because he’s performing some kink stereotype.

it’s like people are scared of a guy who’s emotional and sexually aggressive/active in a healthy way, so they flatten him into some weird soft uwu caricature that has nothing to do with how he actually acts. mark is messy, he’s real, he’s passionate. but that’s who he is. he grows up. he’s allowed to want sex and have it without it being ooc.

he’s not some clueless virgin blushing at a kiss. dude would absolutely pin you down and ruin you with a stupid smile on his face.

and then there’s the Oliver and Allen fight one of the biggest proof that he’s not weak-willed at all. he literally goes against his own brother and friend to stop the release of the scourge virus, because he knows it’s wrong. he knows it would cause genocide, and even though it shatters his relationships, he still stands his ground. because that’s who mark is. he’s emotional, he’s stubborn, he screws up but when it matters most, he chooses what he believes is right, even if it costs him everything.

you can definitely tell when some fic writers either haven’t read the comics (which, fair, they’re long), or honestly haven’t even fully paid attention to the show. they just base him off a one-dimensional stereotype like he’s this helpless, submissive little softboy who needs protecting. and that’s just not mark grayson.

he’s layered. he’s messy. he’s a disaster sometimes. but he fights, and he grows, and that’s what makes him one of the best written characters out there.

i’m so glad this clicked for you too omg. same braincell, same emotional damage, same desperate need to defend comic/show mark’s honor forever <3 this ask had me going on a rant but i genuinely had to talk about it.. :)

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A fight we can win together

Hello, Tumblr. It’s Casey and Bri, founders of Unvale. We’re reaching out to those who are as frustrated about generative AI as we are. Right now, it feels like we’re in a battle of technology against creatives. A battle of greed against humanity.

As the founders of Unvale, a creative platform that’s 100% AI-free, it has been disheartening to see the rise of AI online. Our team stands opposed to every AI tech company that is trying to remove creatives from the creative process. Big social platforms are already ingesting your content, your voice, and your likeness, building a model that will take opportunities away from real people. It’s disgusting, and it should be illegal. We have to push back. The platform we are building is already home to over 200,000 aspiring artists, writers, and creatives looking to develop their stories and share their work. We believe that the future of creativity should remain human-made, and we want to give anyone passionate about an idea a shot at creating something spectacular. AI is the cheap, quick win. We know that building something meaningful takes time and effort, but it’s also immensely rewarding. Like creatives, we believe in the power of human creativity.

Right now, Unvale could use your help. If you believe in our anti-AI message, please consider:

Spreading our message. If you already love Unvale or just resonate with what we’re saying, please share our platform with others. We are a platform for humans, and we need humans to advocate for us, not bots.

Joining our platform. It’s free to sign-up, and it’s a great site to slowly build your characters, your worlds, and your amazing stories in an AI-free space with big potential.

Never stop creating. We need flawed, genuine, thoughtfully-crafted art in our world. It’s the only way we make new things. We need it to let the next generation know that creatives aren’t going anywhere.

We grew up spending most of our time in human-made, fantastical worlds, from Star Wars to D&D campaigns. We know how escaping into these worlds can literally save you. And we’re not going to let AI win without a fight.

This is a fight we can win together. 

Written, not generated, by,

Casey and Bri https://unvale.io

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im so normal abt them i had to insert them into this trend 😔

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They want us to rate the canker sore in office. LRT THEM KNOW WHAT WE THINK!!!

Close up of the QR code

WE CANT LET HIM STAY IN OFFICE!!! HE NEEDS TO GET HIS ASS OUT!!!!

REPOST! REBLOG! SHARE!

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I decided to actually participate in the fandom that I'm in so here's my human versions of my favorite Decepticons💜

On the first page, we have Megatron, Starscream, Knockout, and Breakdown

On the second page, we have Soundwave and Shockwave

( I know I technically already showed y'all this page, I'ma do it again)

They're not all colored and I'm considering redesigning Megatron and Knockout, but it WILL be done.

Will I draw the Autobots, maybe. Mainly because I want to write a human AU book on AO3 using as many TF Fankids as I can. The pitch is that it's mainly a story about my TF Fankid, Amp, but I need others to flesh out the cast of the story.

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Why the fuck did I get a mental health notice from Pinterest?

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"The Institute?"

What institute?!

I NEED ANSWERS!!!

Primus forbid a mech be a little bit insane from their own ability and the horrors of being in a horrible institute 😒 can’t do anything in Cybertron these days. This isn’t necessarily part of my continuity’s story cuz it doesnt really have one yet so just imagine whatever story you want for this tbh. Maybe you’d get some ideas

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sending to put you at ease, those characters being related is just widly shared fanon. i get it can still be gross in that context but those three characters aren't actually related in canon. they were all made to look alike for toy molds so manufacturers could just mass produce them with different paint jobs to save money on making several different molds. there's actually even more characters that look like them if you don't believe me, look up the character acid storm and you'll see. like at most, they're brothers in arms bc they are serving together in a military faction.

I know this is a VERY late response but thank you. I don't check my asks box very often

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Sorry if this is a weird ask I love how you let all your robot characters have weird feet and animal features... the living machines...

Oh I don't mind the asks. I actually want people to ask me questions.

Her feet look like that because I noticed that the other Cybertronians don't really have "normal" feet and let me tell you, I was so happy. But if you were asking about her legs, I wanted her to have the ability to run on all fours like fast land animals (that's also why I made her arms long too).

Drawing feet is hard enough but now I get to make up my own kind of feet and make them look pretty.

Also, I made her pedes (feet) look like that for two reasons: One, function and two, genetics(CNA). I probably should've clarified in my posts that she's primarily a Transformers Prime OC.