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[springingsour]

IGOTANEWCOMPUTER!

And all of the theories that take up all of my attention as I go through the hundreds of ideas you all have...

Thank you... Best regards, A Sweet Soul...

[springingsour]

pt1 - meet orion

can only finish this part, no time for ending T-T

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[springingsour]

For some odd reason Quotev wouldn’t let me send it so I thought I may as well send it through here :D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Wow, MC looks absolutely incredible! The colour palette you've chosen really brings the character together.

Your attention to detail is impressive; you've incorporated amazing details of her design so much! Keep up the fantastic work!

Thank you for sharing!

Best regards,

A Sour Author

[springingsour]

S.S. Drafting Death Scene:

Scene: Possible MC's death. MC was with Damus and Shockwave, protecting him. MC had just released an inspiring speech to Cybertron about the program to stand with citizens and find a way to restore their planet. To recover and rebuild their lives together. But in the room after an assassination attack, they thought that the assassins were aiming for Senator Shockwave, and they retreated to the building. Someone knocks, and MC goes to answer it. It's him- (MC’s not dying this way, maybe…)

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“How are they…? Anything wrong…?” You leaned closer, hope mingling with concern in your voice as you watched him test his new servos. 

“No… It’s…” Damus flexed his digits, once, twice, effortlessly picking up a tablet that had once been a challenge. He turned the screen toward you, carefully using the system and playing an audio file of your latest composition.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned against him, the two of you sitting in the quiet of the secured hospital wing. Watching him, it felt like a piece of his spark was mending along with the metal.

“[_____]... I— I can’t thank you enough…” His voice was soft, brimming with emotions he seemed to struggle to articulate. The way he spoke, with a hint of vulnerability, tugged at your spark. Even with his single optic, you sensed layers of gratitude and relief.

"You don’t have to thank me," you replied gently, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "Seeing you move like this is all the thanks I need. Step by step, Damus,”

He looked at you, his optic shining with something deeper than appreciation. “Yeah… Step by step… I was worried I’d never adjust to these… to these new sensations. But with you here…” he trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment. “It feels like I can reclaim what I thought I lost.”

“Really…? But to me, you’ve always been strong, even when it didn’t feel like it,” you replied, your spark swelling. “It’s just a matter of finding that strength again. And… No matter what changes about you… You’re Damus and I’m your friend… we all are…”

You hold your servo out for him… Gently encouraging him to take it.

“... Friends… Yeah…” He reached out and held your servo, gently gripping it back as the two of you sat with one another.

A comfortable and peaceful quiet settled over the two of you. You noticed Damus being careful when holding your hand, but no doubt excited as were you at the contact.

“[_____]... I… I need to tell you something,” He mentioned, putting the tablet down as he faced you.

Oh…? What is this…? You internally wonder just what Damus have to tell you, it’s so exciting-

Just then, before he could say more, a soft chime interrupted the moment, echoing from the door. “The others must be here… I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t let you go, and you looked back, a bit surprised. “Damus…?”

“Oh, sorry…” He shook out of it…

And let you go.

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“Still getting used to it,” He replied, a nervous tone in his voice.

Aww! Did he want to hold servos still?! You gush to yourself. “That’s okay…”

Rising from your seat, you made your way to the door, leaving the room. The only ones who knew of this location were your friends, Skids, Trailbreaker, Soundwave and Windcharger.

Senator Shockwave was still in his recharge recovering... They said that they would arrive at the safehouse all together to keep one another safe.

They are safe, thank Primus. But we need to make new plans to keep one another safe...

You put in the password and the door opens. You were expecting to see the others back and safe, with news of the assassin or anything about the attack.

But instead, you found yourself face to face with… Him.

He is here?! What was he doing here? You embrace him as you smile brightly, "What are you doing here…?! Why aren’t you at-"   

Before you could utter anymore, before you could even register the anguish in his optics, he lunged forward.

You barely had time to register the glint of a purple burning blade before a searing pain exploded in your chest, radiating outwards like a macabre sun. You staggered back, your servo flying to the sword hilt protruding from your chest, a bloom of blue blossoming beneath your digits.

You immediately flared with power that shattered the lights above but... It hurts! The blade burned through your body and Nebula's screams of pain and fury were cut off. Just like that. Everything within you went… quiet. You felt your powers seep away as your spark bled. Your spark had been run through… Your very soul was pierced without mercy. It flickers and flares… Like a candlelight, it starts to die slowly.

His grip on the sword twists, making you choke and cough out energon that floods down your body. You were in shock, pain, and a deep sense of dread filled you as he rested his forehelm against yours.

"… Rest…" He whispered only for you to hear, as he starts to pull the blade out of your body, and your innermost energon pours out as you stagger, your vision blurs and blackens as you feel weaker by the kilk.

No…

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“[_____]...!? I- I have something to tell you...! I lov-! Oh… Who is it?” Damus followed you, turning the corner to find you… “[_____]? Why is it dark?” 

His excited and bright demeanour died… Something was wrong. He reached out, “[_____]? Is something wrong…?”

The attacker rips the blade from your body… It’s purple pulsing blade coated in your energon… Dripping to the floor as he watches you die.

You stumble back, meeting the wall as your dark blue energon is smeared down the solid wall as you slide down to the ground…

And Damus’s scream of anguish pierced the air as he rushed forward, catching you as you crumpled to the floor. He cradled you in his arms, his new servos slick with your energon as he tried in vain to stem the tide of blue flowing from the wound. The attacker ran off, darting out of the door and into the hallway.

"Get back here! Murderer! Get back! Someone-! Help! Help me! Please!" His voice is raw with grief and terror. "NO! No-! [_____]!" he choked out, his voice breaking. "I've called for help- you're going to be okay! What- what do I do…? What do I do?!"

His spark pounded wildly in his chest as he saw the energon pooling beneath your body. Your metal chest is torn open, revealing your destroyed, charred spark that flickers and whines with loss. Your chest heaves in painful shudders as your systems fail… 

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He fell to his knees beside you, his servos trembling as he reached out to examine the wound. It was deep, and the energy loss was already significant. Panic gripped his spark, and he felt a surge of desperation rising within him. 

"[_____], stay with me," he urged, his voice trembling with barely contained hysteria. He racked his brain, trying to remember the various times he watched you patch them up.

"Let me see... A kit…Yeah, s-some bonds for the wound- You need to turn off your- Primus- I- what do I do?!" He commed for the others... His voice seemed so far away. You couldn't hear anything... It terrifies you.

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But you placed a shaky servo on his, silencing his frantic recital. Your optics, now dulled with pain, met his gaze. "Damus," You whispered hoarsely, "… Ngh…"

The words refuse to leave your lips, you knew that these would be your last. You have to say something.

Anything.

"Please… Listen…"

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You made so many promises, and now you are going to break them.

Damus’s spark clenched at the sight of your weakening form, at the stark contrast between you and the brutal, jagged wound marring your body. 

He couldn't just stand by and watch you slip away, not when he had finally found someone who understood and accepted him for who he was.

"[_____], you’ll make it… Okay?" He choked out. If he could, he would cry and sob… but he can’t. “Please?! Someone!?” He cries out, and no one hears his calls for help. 

But even as Damus tried to recover what was left of your spark, you could feel the life draining from your body, the warmth fading from your limbs, your strength washing away as you tried to press against the wound.

You looked up at Damus with optics that had already begun to flicker off, your vents coming in shallow, rattling gasps. The pain in your chest was a distant thing now, overshadowed by the agony you saw etched upon his face.

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“You’re… Not alone… Okay…? Take…” You feel the warmth of your spark struggling to survive. “Take care of one another…”

What were you trying to say?

What words linger just out of reach? What can you possibly say to him now, when every breath feels like a goodbye? You’re fading before him, and the weight of it is unbearable.

This will shatter him, or perhaps, it’ll build walls so high he’ll never let anyone in again. 

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Will you be the one to lift him, or will your absence leave scars too deep to heal? Every moment you hesitate feels like a lifetime — a chance lost forever.

What if your words don’t matter? What if they only deepen his despair? 

What about everyone else…? What have you done? What can you do now?!

“You… You are treasured… remember that… Okay…?”

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Can you find the strength to change their paths, or will this be yet another moment swallowed by darkness? 

Will the echoes of what you say now last, or will they dissolve into silence, leaving him lost in the emptiness of your absence?

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“Stay close… To hope… Don’t… push it away…”

You couldn’t speak anymore… why…? Why- oh…

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You servo fails to reach his... and falls to the ground... landing in the pool of your life blood...

The colour in your optics... fade away...

Damus’s POV: He held you in his arms, your helm resting against him as he remained there. His servos were stained with your energon. Damus didn’t let you go, even though you were cold and unmoving. He breathed in the quiet moments, the stillness heavy around him. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he absorbed the weight of your absence.

The room was dim, darkness pooling in the corners as he stayed there, staring into nothing. He felt the weight of despair pressing down on him, a heaviness that wrapped around his chest like a vice. The urge to cry was a familiar spectre, rising from deep within, desperate to claw its way to the surface. But as he inhaled sharply, he realised with a painful clarity that the tears he craved were nowhere to be found.

His throat tightened, a terrible ache forming as emotions surged up, battling against the emotional chokehold that had taken hold of him. Memories of laughter, warmth, and love flooded his mind, now tainted by the sharp chill of loss. Every thought felt like a blade, cutting deeper, but still, the tears remained locked away by the senate, leaving behind only the hollow echo of sorrow.

He tried anything, willing them to produce even a single drop, but his body betrayed him.

Everyone betrays him. 

The instinctual release of tears that once flowed so freely was ruthlessly snatched from him by the Senate's cold, calculated servos. They had rebuilt him, reconfiguring his very essence, and in the process, stripped away his ability to cry. Now, a daunting silence filled the space where his grief should have poured forth, leaving him feeling as if he were an open wound without the means to heal.

Frustration coursed through him, raw and unrelenting, as he stood there with clenched fists, the metal of his body digging into itself. No cries emerged—only a profound emptiness consumed the room, a void where mourning should have taken root for the loss of you. The realisation struck like a thunderclap: the Senate had not only robbed him of you but had also denied him the vulnerability of expressing sorrow.

They had stolen so much, severing the connection to his emotions, leaving him to carry the unbearable weight of his grief in isolation. Without the solace of tears, he was forced to shoulder the anguish alone, trapped in a silence where the memory of you lingered, haunting and unacknowledged.

“Come back to me,” he murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and denial. Shadows flickered overhead, the remnants of pain lingering in the air, but all he could focus on was you. He brushed his fingers over your helm, careful and reverent, as if he feared that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile peace.

In the darkness, memories flooded his mind—your laughter echoing through the chaos, the way your optics sparkled when you achieved something daring, how close you got when during practised together, how you stayed with him. These thoughts fueled a flickering hope within him, a stubborn ember refusing to be extinguished. 

“I know you’re still in there,” he whispered, squeezing you gently as if that might bring you back. Outside, the sounds of the world carried on—a cacophony of clanking metal and distant sirens—but in this moment, it was just the two of you. 

He cradled you closer, leaning his helm against yours as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m not leaving you,” he vowed. Hours could pass, but he would remain here, anchored to the spot, waiting for a spark of life, a sign that you were still battling to return to him. 

Even in the darkest times, he believed in the power of connection, in the bond that transcended even this stillness. A power you were. He would not give up on you. Not now, not ever.

He would not accept this. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifices he would have to make... He will live with his mistake… And learn from it.

He will find you...

He would not let you go ever again. 

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Soundwave’s POV

He cannot hear you anymore.

[springingsour]

The King and the Count, Men Turned Monsters | Epic AU

I was listening to the song, I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead, and the most evil AU came into my mind.

Count of Monte Cristo X Epic = pain upon pain.

What if Odysseus became the Warrior Athene wanted him to be, but it came with a cost...?

Or the crew's mutiny result in something else? Something more dire?

Or during Zues's intervention, the situation took a turn for the worse?

Odysseus taking his revenge down a dangerous path...

This is basically taking all of the characters in Epic the Musical, and basically giving them their opposite personalities and traits.

Or putting them into a blender, adding a chunk of angst, a dash of pain and another good portion of angst.

Also, add in a splash of tears for good measure. Because we're talking about all of them either, betraying, plotting or moving on...

I mean... Both were kinda sailors...

"Is it you....? Have my prayers been answered...? Is it really you standing there, or am I dreaming once more...?"

"My god, my heart beats faster... and my mind is racing... Could it be, could it be that you've come back to life?"

"You look different, your eyes look tired... Your frame is lighter, your smile torn..."

"I know those eyes following me... Dark and familiar and deep as the sea... I know that face, strange though it seems. Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams..."

"I am not the man you fell in love with..."/"This man is dead, he is no more, he died a little each day..."

"I am not the man you once adored..."/"The man you seek is long gone..."

"And I am not the love you knew before..."/"By those he trusted, those he loved, and those who then moved on..."

I'm in so much pain right now...

( ╥ ‿ ╥) Signing out, A Sour and Sad author...

[springingsour]

Heehooo!! I always wondered what he others would react when MC sings Once More To See You by Mitski ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ

Hello there! I'll be sure to check this song out, I haven't heard this one yet. MC is going to be singing plenty of songs and genres that each catch an interest's attention. Some characters will be amazed by the music, while others will listen and understand it. Relate to it or even be empowered by it. Songs will be one of the main ways they become interested in MC! Thank you for sharing this song and for the ask.

[springingsour]

Wow-wow-wow! Honey, you have done it again! Look at all of this incredible effort you put into your art.

Each piece you share is amazing! It's truly inspiring to see how much heart you invest in your work. Thank you for sharing your creativity; it always brings joy and encouragement!

Keep it up, my friend! ( ๑ ˃ ᴗ ˂)ﻭ

Future Silhouette Serenade Sisters

Ok I know that we're still far away til the war future of the fic but can you blame me for fantasizing on how badass MC and Nebula are gonna be? No just me? WELP to bad cause I've already drawn so you deal with my fantasies for now Kay?

Now, TIME TO RAMBLE ON DESIGN DETAILS!!!

For MC honestly she's the easiest since I wanted her to resemble Glowburst since she's mentioned to resemble her carrier but since this is into the distant future with MC's character arc in a war I wanted her to also have her own thing going on and to look like she's a warrior in her own right. Also yes I wanted to give her tattoos (or should I say biolights in this case?) because of two reasons which is one I thought it would be cool if MC goes to Nyon to get her tattoos as her pride for her heritage and also like come on MC would definitely LOVE to have beautiful engravings on her!! And cause two I thought it would be so funny if when the war goes on and MC has her own faction the reason it was made was because people thought her tattoos was a symbol of a new faction and when everyone realizes it wasn't they still stay along making a new faction cause they liked being with MC as their leader, I don't know I thought it'd be funny. And funfact at first I wanted to give MC freckles like belle in the U movie but it made the face part cluttered so instead I decided on making Belle's freckles be marks on MC's battle mask, tho still wanted MC to have abit of something on her face so I just made only her left cheek to have freckles with a star on. Why I put a scar on MC's right optic? I just thought it would be so angsty that her right optic that has resemblance on the decepticons red optics color cause the one that gave her that scar thought she was "evil" only to realize later on that she wasn't and now MC has a mark on her face for something she didn't do but she wore it proudly without regret cause in her mind it is a symbol of her resilience. For MC's claws tho, uuuuhhhh I might have just made it cause I thought it made MC hot.

And finally for Nebula I wanted to design a future version on her cause like COME ON!!! I say it ain't fair that Nebula doesn't get an evolved version as her sister cause like I'm pretty sure she's gonna get her own character arc going on since while we're seeing this in MC's perspective, honestly technically this journey is as much of Nebula's as it is MC's and come tell me if MC wouldn't be fangirling over how badass her sister is? So when I designed Nebula honestly can I just say I'm so disappointed in myself cause only now I just realized even with me drawing Nebula a lot I never incorporated ANY actual nebulas, which is a cloud of stars, into Nebula's design and I am DEVASTATED CAUSE IT WAS SUCH A MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!! but I've come to compromise that all the designs before this one of Nebula because she hasn't fully evolved yet and her evolution was from smokes/mists into clouds (just pretend I've planned this all along Kay please?). And with that I just went ALL OUT on it! I was trying to based off Nebulas look like she's wearing those over the top bed robes where there's fluff on the edges of them cause I thought it would be so badass that Nebula practically looks like she was pissed being worked up from her nap and she just KO everyone just to finally get them to shut up so she can get more shut eye time (and cause cloudy stars made it look like sleepy dream times right?) and I honestly made Nebula with a concept of volcanoes cause I thought it would be so cool since it made her look like she's about to "erupt" with her abilities and cause I wanted Nebula to have her own way to show she's from Nyon cause like come on HELLO Nebula is also Glowburst's daughter here and she's just as proud of her heritage as her sister!! And I love how by making the marks that looks like lava flowing down that it made Nebula look like a storm cloud which I thought both ways it really fits! Tho question which hair cloud do you prefer Nebula with, up or down with a swirl like bangs? I couldn't really decide so I drew Nebula what she might look like with her hair down tho honestly I also like the thought that Nebula likes to style her cloud hair in styles that MC told her sister about, Nebula wants to have fun with her style too you know?

If anyone is wondering what I'm rambling about these are based off of my friend @springingsour tf fanfic

Pls give them some love Kay? They worked really hard on it and it's field with so many cool plotlines so if you read it pls show them many appreciating pls!

[springingsour]

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MC looks so cool! I love Soundwave and Tarn being such big fans! I love seeing Soundwave shocked at Tarn's 'Blow A Kiss' sign! Wow, the drawing is amazing! MC looks incredibly cool, and I love how Soundwave and Tarn are such enthusiastic fans. The moment with Soundwave reacting to Tarn's 'Blow A Kiss' sign is just perfect—it's so funny!

Little fan art: on the second and the last part, both Tarn and Soundwave found one a other on MC's concert's , i was about to put others too but got too lazy 🦥🦥

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Ok ok new obsession Transformers, am reading this fanfiction called

A Silhouette serenade various Transformers x reader and ofc and am in love with it.

I highly recommend and the name of the author of this story is called @springingsour pls give them love and support.

(Also if you end up like me loving the story, Don't Force or demand authors or creators to hurry to up date their work!!! They all have life outside and to take care of their health too like all of us.)

[springingsour]

Honey, never stop being you. Valentine's Day has passed, but that's okay! I just wanted to take a moment to remind you how much I treasure the beautiful art you created for my fan fiction.

Your talent and creativity are truly inspiring, and I’m so grateful for everything you bring to our shared passions. Let’s continue to discover and cultivate those together—I can’t wait to see where it leads us!

Thank you for being my friend

Best regards, Spring...

AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! CARRIER, MC AND NEBULA ARE SO CUTE! Keep on theorizing, Honey! Do what you do best! Your theories are the best, and I can't help but reread them every time...!

It's honestly scary how accurate you are... ( ° - ° |||)

Sad that someone is missing... And I don't mean Sire....

Happy (quite abit late) Valentines Day post

Ok I know that I'm abit late since valentines day but I just wanted to draw MC, Nebula and Glowburst hugging each other ok? Like come on I could see MC wanting to give her carrier and sister a valentine this could fit. Honestly this is a scene I just thought of that maybe would happen next chapter or later on where carrier tells MC and Nebula about sire and then also reveals that she knows Nebula was here the whole time, I seriously can't wait for the next chapter the mystery is killing me!!! And also I actually at first wanted to draw sire as a ghost like thing but we don't even know what he looks like and there's no description of him so I scraped that idea and I wasn't sure if the box MC found is actually sire in the box so I just made carrier holding a rememberence flower and let's just imagine that that flower has sire's soul ok? Also at first i wanted to color them but i just decided to do monochromatic instead since i couldn’t figure out just yet how to make their colors just yet if not in digital and i gotta say i love how much i’ve inproved on doing the contrasts since my inktober one, tho at the same time i can’t believe it took me this long to figure out that i can use my colored pens and pencils in the same artwork, like WOW what a revelutionary move i did with using those two at the same time. . . . .(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Oh

And also I'm gonna keep my promise when I said this in the comments so-

BEHOLD!!!

THE MYSTERY OF THE PAST BOX THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CONTAINS OUR SIRE'S SPARK IF NOT MAYBE A PANDORA'S BOX I DON'T KNOW!!!

(I don't know why but I'm so proud of myself with making these ᕦ⁠ʕ⁠ ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ᕤ)

I literally search up every word meaning for how the box is described but also I wasn't sure which shape or design that I wanted so I just figured well I'm the one drawing it so why not give myself many options to choose from? Tho i have to admit i’m not sure the feather designs i did in these are obvious enough i mean like i guess the circular one can be seen as feathers that i did in the middle, the block shape box looks more like butterfky wings now that i think about it and for the square one i’m not even sure if you can tell if i put feather carvings on to it. Oh well, i’ll just maybe make more in the future ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

If anyone is wondering what I'm talking about this is from a TF fic that my friend @springingsour made so please check it out they really worked hard on it so give them many support Kay? ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

[springingsour]

Hi hi

I really hope i didn't sound rude or anything after this ask but if you don't mind me suggesting something.

I noticed that the levels of affection would be a problem in the future, for example if in the future you wanted add more characters it would probably overfill and bit hassle to handle. So like i said i really hope i don't sound rude or bossier or something like that, would be better if you did something like this?? For example:

In this chapter the only character appearance are Knockout, Optimus prime and HotRod

So in the level of affection only Knockout, Optimus prime and HotRod.

But like i said it's only a suggestion have a nice day/night and stay safe and drink water

Hello there, ( ° ∀ °)ﾉ

You’re absolutely right! It just hit me that I need to tackle the list of affections next, and that’s going to be an interesting journey! Its going to take up a lot of space.

I truly appreciate your fantastic suggestion - I love how thoughtfully you shared your ideas; it means a lot to me. It is also a great idea! Wishing you a wonderful day or night ahead! Remember to stay safe and hydrated. Let’s do it together! Best regards, A Sour Author.

[springingsour]

Hi spring! You write so good that you got a new follower! I love how you write, and I love your stories! Especially the transformers fics, but I love your writing nonetheless!

Hey there! ( ´ ▽ ` ) ﾉﾞ A huge thank you for following me—I truly appreciate it! I can’t believe I’m just getting back to you; I’m really sorry for the late reply. It warms my heart to know that you enjoy my writing! Your support means the world to me. I’ll do my best to keep creating and sharing more with you in the future! Best regards, A Sour Author

[springingsour]

Hey Spring how are you? I hope you are well , and i hope you don't mind me asking and i don't want to be one of those people always asking for the updates and all , but some are asking where are you and all , sooo am asking so i can respond for them.

If you don't mind me ofc, overall no need to be in rush just take your time and take care of yourself too 👍👍

Hello everyone, thank you for the ask. I understand that this answer is long overdue. I am well, just very busy with my jobs and college. Times for writing are very rare when you're working to pay off scary tuition fees. But- my finals are now done and I have a winter break to spend a good amount of time writing...! I also have schedules now that balance work and life. My first college term taught me plenty about how to steward my time. Hopefully, updates can come cooner than later, but I want to thank you all for sticking with this sour author through it all...! It is very encouraging seeing how you all are being so thoughtful and sensitive, I hope to make it up to you all...! Once again, thank you, - Sour Author.

[springingsour]

When will you update the story culinary wizard I really like the plot🥺🥺❤️

Hello there...! I wish I could say soon, but Culinary Wizard's future chapters are being rewritten and are on hold at the moment. It will be a while until another update, for it really depends on my motavation and life. I'm thankful to hear that you like the plot, thank you for reading and asking. I offer these incorrect quotes as a few sneak peeks of culture chapters:

Loke, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

You, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah. Loke: You: … Get out…

You: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Lyon: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

You: The fourth sentence-

Lyon: Yes, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

You: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

You: I owe you one.

Bixslow: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

You: When I was your age-

Laxus, mockingly: When I was your height, you mean…

You: Thunder Legion, running away: You, bringing out baka-basher: Listen here you little shit-

Natsu: Bad things keep happening to me like I have bad luck or something.

You: Natsu, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

You: You’re alive.

Laxus: No need to sound so disappointed.

You, holding Levy close: Hopefully, Gajeel has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Gajeel, jelous: Oh, shut up…

Hibiki: You saved me. I owe you my life.

You: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed. You can keep it. ______________________________________________________________

You: I’d give you a nasty look, but you already got one.

Acnologia:

[springingsour]

Sour Author here...

( ¬ ¬ ) Um... ( ✧ △✧) Yes. Her song is amazing. @sweatinghoneybee! "We are the same... You and I~"

PRINCESS WINION

You know there’s many things in the live stream for the vengence saga that i could’ve gushed over alot, like Poseidon getting stabbed, the sailing away from charybdis, or even Hermes since it is “his” saga. But NOPE! the thing that made me stay to watch the stream till the end and the thing that i adored the most about the whole stream. Is this adorable winion dancing to Ody’s singing about how determined he is to go home. I MEAN LIKE COME ON LOOK AT HER!!! SHE’S JUST SO CUTE!!! THE DRESS THE TIARA THOSE BABY DOLL EYES!!! UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH THIS TINY PRINCESS JUST AWAKEN MY CUTE AGGRESSION ON HER!!! Seriously tho props to El_Craft for animating princess winion’s dance and also to their sister for voicing her! And yes i am calling this cutie “princess winion” cause with her cuteness she deserves nothing less then lots of devotion to her adorableness!!

Oh

And aslo

WHY THE HECK AM I ODYSSEUS WHEN I TOOK THIS QUIZ?!! NOOOOOO PLS NO!! I AM NOT MAIN CHARACTER BUILT TO HANDLE THIS GUY’S LEVEL OF TRAUMA!!! i wanted to be a lotus eater. . .

(Sniff) well at least i now know that i’m funny T^T

If anyone wants to try the quiz here’s the link, i tried it when i saw @ssiren-studioss post where she got Scylla

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Nice Try... | BLINK One-Shot

The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the vast expanse of the ocean, its gentle waves lapping rhythmically against the hull of a ship that sailed these treacherous but beautiful seas.

The air was filled with salt and adventure, mingling with the sweet fragrance of ripe fruits that rested in a nearby basket.

A well-worn hammock swaying softly with the breeze was on the deck of the ship, hung between two sturdy masts. Nestled within someone, peacefully asleep, a serene expression was seen upon the figure, inhaling the fresh sea air. The hammock gently rocked as the ship glided through the water, creating a soothing lull that harmonised with the distant cries of gulls overhead.

Around the deck, the soft creaking of wooden planks and the occasional rigging clang added to the sea's symphony. The sails billowed, catching the wind with a sound reminiscent of whispers, as the ship sailed steadily toward the horizon, where the sky met the deep blue sea.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping figure, two young boys, crept stealthily across the deck. Their eyes sparkled with mischief as they plotted to sneak up on the sleeping figure. They moved with care, hearts pounding with excitement, hoping to catch their target by surprise and steal away a moment of joy amidst the sprawling ocean.

Together, they giggled in hushed tones, clutching their gear—plump tomatoes and a bucket of water in hand—as they drew ever closer. The boys were ready to unleash their playful ambush, unaware that beneath the figures' tranquil exterior, a spark of cunning awaited its moment to shine.

Two hushed voices floated through the balmy air of the ship, barely audible above the creaking of the wooden deck.

"Shh…! You're going to get us caught…!" whispered one boy, his eyes darting nervously over his shoulder as he meticulously loaded the cloth catapult with a ripe, red tomato. He aimed with precision at a shadowy figure lounging on the deck a distance away, his heart racing with the thrill of mischief.

"I'm being careful; you're the loud one…!" retorted his companion, who was hoisting an old bucket, grinning from ear to ear. The sunlight glinted off the surface of the bucket, revealing an array of plump, juicy tomatoes waiting to be unleashed.

"Okay… 3…" the first boy murmured, his voice trembling with excitement.

"2…" the second boy echoed, his grin widening as they prepared for impact.

"1…!"

With a sudden burst of energy, the bucket was hurled, and the tomatoes soared through the air in a vibrant arc, splattering onto the unsuspecting figure below. The delighted laughter of the young boys erupted like fireworks as they turned on their heels and sprinted away, the thrill of the prank propelling them forward.

However, their glee was short-lived. The wind suddenly blew right past them, and they knew it was too late. In their haste, they collided with the slick, tomato-splattered deck, losing their footing. The next moment, they found themselves sliding unceremoniously across the wet surface, the crew's laughter echoing in a hilariously tangled chorus of surprise and delight.

"AH!" came the startled cry from one boy as he bumped into a pair of legs adorned with gleaming golden sandals.

"HEY!" protested the other, he cried out in pain, rubbing his face where a red spot started to bloom, his tone now mingled with bewilderment as they came to a halt at the feet of a bemused onlooker.

A chuckle rumbled from above as you leaned down, an amused twinkle in your eyes as you surveyed the mess of tomato-stained clothing and exuberant grins before you. The scent of fresh tomatoes hung in the air, mixing with the salty breeze of the sea.

“Good effort, boys… Good effort indeed…” you remarked, an amused grin tugging at your lips as you sank your teeth into the ripe, juicy tomato, the sweet-sour juice bursting against your taste buds. You couldn’t help but relish their antics—the chaotic energy radiating between them was nothing short of contagious. "I suspect this was Shanks' plan this round…?"

Shanks, the red-haired boy with a wild spirit, glanced up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he adjusted the straw hat perched jauntily on his head, the worn fabric tilting slightly to one side.

“Guilty as charged…!” he proclaimed with mock seriousness, his laughter echoing like music in the air. The sound was infectious, tugging you into a fit of giggles, but it only prompted his companion to exhale dramatically, exasperation painted across his features.

“Geez, you’ve messed it up again, Shanks…” Buggy grumbled, rising to his feet with an exaggerated sigh. He attempted to brush the vibrant tomato stains from his clothes, each swish of his hand only adding to the disarray, the scattered remnants of their playful food fight now colouring his outfit like a poorly executed art piece.

“Oh, come on, Buggy!” Shanks said, his eyes dancing with delight, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a grin that could light up the darkest of places. “It’s all in good fun! Besides, I thought you liked a bit of adventure!”

Buggy crossed his arms, his frown deepening into a comically exaggerated pout, but you could see the flicker of amusement that danced in his eyes, betraying his true feelings. “Adventure is fine, but next time, can we skip the food fight aspect?” he retorted, trying—and failing—to maintain his stern demeanour.

"Oi! It was your idea too…!" Shanks shot back playfully, laughter and annoyance bubbling between them as they both started to bicker, the light-hearted banter intensifying. They began gripping onto one another, wrestling playfully in a comedic display.

As the bickering escalated, you couldn't help but smirk at the unfolding scene. A sudden awareness of another presence made you turn your head slightly, spotting a certain someone less than pleased.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you decided to interject, desperate to steer the chaos in a new direction. “How about a challenge instead? Whoever gets caught by Rayleigh loses…” Your voice dripped with mischief, your proposal hanging in the air like an enticing promise of adventure.

The prospect of a challenge sparked an immediate flicker of confusion, quickly morphing into palpable fear in the two young pirate apprentices.

"Eh…?" Shanks uttered, a tone of disbelief colouring his words, while Buggy’s expression morphed into one of sheer panic, a shiver running down his spine.

A new game had been set in motion, and with it came the thrill of unpredictability—an adventure that promised more than just laughs.

"Oi! SHANKS! BUGGY! Why is the deck in such a mess!" Called out the voice of the first mate who sounded mad.  

The two boys cast curious glances your way, the realization of what you had done with the other tomatoes slowly creeping into their expressions.

"I couldn't let your hard work go to waste, now could I…?" A playful grin spreads across your face as you sink your teeth into the ripe, juicy fruit, savouring its sweet tang. "I’d start running if I were you…"

With that they darted in opposite directions, you couldn’t help but laugh again, leaning back against the wall to watch the chaos unfold. Their antics reminded you how much fun it was to be around such carefree spirits, each moment promising more laughter and chaos to come.

Buggy suddenly slipped on a stray tomato, sending him sprawling on the floor with a surprised yelp. Shanks doubled over with laughter, momentarily forgetting the danger he was in, while he rushed over to help Buggy up.

"So… the only time I see you two working together is to create more trouble, eh?" he huffed, his voice echoing slightly over the creaking wood of the ship.

Rayleigh, the ever-diligent first mate of the crew, stood with a furrowed brow, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and exasperation as he glared at the two boys who had been caught in yet another bout of mischief.

With a sudden crack, the boys cried in unison, clapping their hands to their heads, where Rayleigh’s firm hand had made contact. It was a lesson they had learned time and again: their playful antics had consequences. Yet even in the flurry of their discomfort, there was a flicker of mischief in their eyes, as if they were already plotting their next scheme.

You leaned against the rail, a smirk dancing on your lips beneath your tilted hat. The laughter bubbled quietly within you, your wings fluttering subtly against your face as you enjoyed the spectacle. Rayleigh’s gaze, sharp and scrutinizing, caught yours, and his frown deepened.

"You couldn’t be bothered to stop them…?" he sighed, weariness manifesting in the lines of his face as he turned to face you, but a hint of fondness lay in his tone.

"What…? I didn’t do anything… I was simply resting, Ray…" You replied with feigned innocence, the corners of your mouth curling up into a grin. It was hard to keep up the façade as you strolled past them, adjusting your hat with a nonchalant gesture. Your wings fluttered gently, catching the afternoon light.

As you passed the two boys, their expressions shifted from pain to mischief.

While Rayleigh enforced the rules, you seemed to exist in a realm just a bit more playful, where trouble and laughter often went hand in hand. The stage was set for another day filled with the antics of a crew that thrived on camaraderie—and of course, a little chaos.

Such is the life when you are a pirate of Roger himself.

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Buggy, grinning: Before you were what?

Shanks: Before I was-

Buggy: What?

Shanks: Before I was inter-

Buggy: Before you were interrupted?

Shanks: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-

Buggy: What?

Shanks: *makes frustrated sound*

You, munching on popcorn, enjoying the show: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

Rayleigh: Don't encourage them!

Buggy: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

*Shanks and Buggy are fighting*

Rayleigh, hungover after a night of drinking: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?!

You, hand them something: You heard him…

*Shanks and Buggy start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards*

You, munching on more popcorn:

You: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Shanks: Onion rings are vegetable doughnuts.

Buggy, used to Shanks being dumb: Sure...

Shanks: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Buggy: Okay?

Shanks: Lasagna is a spaghetti-flavored cake.

Buggy:

Shanks: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Buggy: Jeez! That one is a little-

You, interested as you munch on even more popcorn: No, no, Shanks, keep going.

Shanks: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Rayleigh: Are you listening to me?

You: *nods*

Rayleigh: What did I just say?

You: *nods*

Rayleigh: ...

You, munch on another dosagee popcorn:

Rayleigh:

You: *Munch*

Rayleigh, snatches your popcorn away: No more!

You: (   - ᷅ ⤙ -᷄ )

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[springingsour]

BLINK | Various One Piece X Reader

BLINK | Various One Piece X Reader

Summary: You, a former pirate of the Roger Pirate Crew, were once a legend whispered among the waves. A soul thought lost to the depths of a mysterious storm, you’ve awoken to find that a quarter of a century has slipped away like sand through your fingers. Time has shrouded your past in shadows, and the world you knew has transformed beyond recognition.

Your captain, a beacon of courage and embodiment of freedom itself, now rests in the embrace of the sea, leaving you as the last lingering echo of a bond once vibrant and fierce. The crew, your family forged in the heat of adventure, has scattered like droplets of passing waves, drifting apart in the relentless winds of fate. The sea, once your playground, now feels like an uncharted void, a realm of lost dreams and undiscovered echoes.

But whispers on the salty breeze speak of a new quest; the hunt for the One Piece—a treasure hyperbolized by tales, and the legacy your captain left behind. It is not just gold and jewels that lie hidden in the heart of the ocean, but the very title that ignited ambition in the hearts of many: King of the Pirates, ruler of the Seas, a promise sealed with his death.

A calling beckons, a fire ignited within the hollow of your chest.

Will you rise from the ashes of obscurity and heed this siren call? Will you join the wanderers, fighters and dreamers in their search for glory, taking to the roaring waves anew? Your speed, once unmatched, remains a flicker within you, whispering of potential unfulfilled. You may have been left behind, but the spirit of adventure still courses through your veins, and the horizon beckons with the promise of possibility.

Embrace the mysteries of the ocean, and face the storms that swirl within and without. For in the quest for the One Piece, you might just rediscover not only the legacy of your captain and crew but also the very essence of who you truly are.

The seas await your return—will you dare to chart your course?

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Snippets:

Masterful Artist: MC wields a specially designed arm attachment for tattooing, likened to a maestro conducting a symphony. The tattoos mark allies and foes, representing fierce battles and unforgettable adventures.

Ocean Enthusiast: Keen eye for the beauty of the ocean; passionate about capturing maritime life in art.

Vivid Chronicles: Paintings reflect the raw essence of sea life from bright horizons to stormy nights.

Notorious Reputation: Known for boldly painting marine ships and coastal bases, earning both reverence and fear; has a notable bounty.

Dual Nature: "Menace-certified"; navigates a world of camaraderie and rivalry.

Tattoo Stories: Each tattoo tells a unique story, deepening connections with the crew.

Theme: Intense adventure with elements of family, tragedy, fun and romance among characters.

Nice Try | One-Shot

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This is actually a One Piece Oc turned Fanfic that I wrote when I first got into the anime so many years ago...! This is just a small snippet that I want to share with you all about the concept...!

Would you all like this to be a full fanfic?

Let me know your thoughts on this, and I hope to share more...!

Thank you for reading...!

A Sour Author

[springingsour]

The Garden

Hello, A Sour Author here.

I’m excited to share something new that I’m working on, and I hope it resonates with everyone.

Introducing The Garden!

This project is a creative outlet where I cultivate ideas that bloom into various stages of development. Within this garden, you'll find Seedlings, Sproutlings, and Blooms—each representing different fics that I cherish but haven't yet transformed into full stories, largely because I’m tied up with other projects.

The concept behind this initiative is to embrace the creative process and share these budding ideas with you. I often find myself grappling with the desire to express these thoughts while juggling multiple commitments, so this is a way for me to cope with that urge while also giving you a glimpse into my imaginative world.

In The Garden, you’ll discover not only the initial concepts but also detailed intros and various elements that flesh out these ideas. My hope is that by sharing these snippets, I can inspire creativity and perhaps entertain you in the process.

Each entry will detail the seeds of thought that have taken root in my mind—be it character sketches, plot outlines, or thematic explorations. I invite you to explore these ideas with me and maybe even plant your seeds of inspiration.

Welcome to the garden, where creativity flourishes and ideas take flight! I look forward to growing this space together with you all.

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Seedlings:

BLINK Concept | One Piece X Reader

Sproutings:

Blooms: