#Digital Bell System

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[eznii]

something something white sheep luo binghe

[ranticore]

is Unicorn still kidnapping people in imimata? since that would require a physical manifestation and he(?) is a digital being

they are contained and controlled by digital or other means (electronic, magnetic, whatever) but they are not in and of themselves digital or magnetic or strictly composed of just electromagnetic waves (in pascal's case as he is not digital). in the eyes of the consumer, the container in which an imimaton has been trapped is what they are. but that is a misconception

anyway unicorn is still out there doing Some Shit but it's definitely a very different flavour of bad behaviour than what i had written before

[paranatura-verse]

The Security System at N.I.C.C.I's workplace finds itself falling in love with her. The concept of robots falling in love was believed impossible by humans, but when you program something to have emotions, love is inevitable.

[tiny-dragon-of-art]

Have my sweet little boy, Jester

[autonomousroboticorganism]

bug trouble (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you have faced some of the worse Decepticons/Autobots with them, so your fear of little organic insects mystifies them

warnings - the Bots and Cons shoot at/step on/crush the spiders, some of them by accident

a/n - i don't condone killing anything but in my opinion this is how they would solve it, as battle-hardened warriors

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus and the team had just come back from another dangerous and tiring mission to stop the Decepticons from getting their servos on a relic. The base was suspiciously quiet, and they were sure that you and the other humans hadn't followed them through the ground bridge this time.

So where were you?

Ratchet was at his usual station, chuckling to himself, which earned suspicious looks from Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee.

"Ratchet?" Optimus called. "Where are the children?"

The medic turned to the returned team, "At this point, I don't know. (Name) screamed randomly, and they scattered."

"And you haven't even tried to find them?" Arcee crossed her arms.

"I was just doing that now," Ratchet replied.

"Then why were you giggling like a little girl?" Bulkhead asked.

Optimus walked over to check the screens, spotting you in one of the camera feeds. You were in one of the relic containment units, running around the platform holding the relic, frantically. The Prime immediately turned and walked to that room, leaving the others to bicker. When he opened the unit, you screamed and ran past him, sobbing hysterically.

A little black thing with eight legs was following behind you.

(Name)," the Prime called, "Wait."

He followed you, back to the main area where you circled around Bulkhead and ran back to him, trying to scale his leg. Optimus bent down and lifted you up.

"My love, what is that following you? And why are you afraid?"

"It's a spider!" You wailed, "And it's got eight creepy legs and six creepier eyes!" You shivered. "Stuff of nightmares, really." Tears still streamed down your face.

Optimus looked back down at the arachnid, which was hesitating to follow you up his leg. Arcee shivered as well, the sight of the spider reminding her of her worst enemy.

"I shall get rid of it," the Prime handed you to Arcee before reaching down to pick up the arachnid. It crawled onto his digit, and in his attempt to grab it with his other servo he accidentally crushed it. "Oops."

You shivered when he reached for you again, "Optimus, I love you but if you touch me with the remains of that infernal thing on your servos, I will jump out of your hands and accept my fate."

The Prime was even more confused, but complied and only reached for you when he had cleaned his servos. You happily returned to him, relaxing in his hold.

"You have faced the likes of Starscream and a zombie Skyquake," he looked at you, "Yet you fear a little earth arachnid?"

You pouted, "Did I mention the eight legs and six eyes?"

Optimus was still confused, but comforted you nonetheless. He held you and stroked your back soothingly with one digit, telling you about their mission to distract you. It worked, for the most part.

BUMBLEBEE

All Bumblebee wants to do after a long day of fighting Cons is to sit and have you curl up to him as you watch a movie. The feeling of you against him always calms him, and never fails to destress him after a mission.

Unfortunately, when the team got back there was no sign of you or Jack, Miko and Raf. Only a giggling Ratchet, which set off alarm bells in Bee's processor.

The scout beeped a few times, asking the medic where you were.

"I did not know myself," Ratchet replied, "Until I took a look at our surveillance systems." He stepped aside to show the team.

Bumblebee spotted you immediately, and he immediately grew concerned. You were on his berth in his berthroom, shaking and frantically looking around but otherwisd stuck there for the time being.

The scout beeped worriedly, rushing off to save you from whatever horror was in his berthroom. When he opened the door, he saw something black with multiple legs scuttling around the room, and you were sobbing on his berth.

"Bumblebee!" You cried out when you saw him. "Blasters out, please!"

He beeped, asking why, and when you pointed to the arachnid on the floor he asked, Why do you want me to shoot something so small? It seems harmless. When you burst into even more tears, he quickly corrected himself, I mean, you've gone up against Starscream and Knock Out! Why does this thing scare you?

"Bumblebee please!" You begged, "I'll explain after, please just get rid of it!"

The scout obliged, blasting the arachnid to bits before coming closer, picking you up. You offered him rushed, relieved thank you's, before promptly burying yourself in his neck cables.

"It's got eight creepy legs," you complained to him, still shivering. "And six even creepier eyes. I hate them so much. I won't sleep for the next few nights."

Bumblebee beeped again, I will always protect you.

"I know...but these creepy crawlies..." You shivered again. "I would rather get kidnapped by Knock Out than face one of these again."

Bumblebee whined, Don't say that!

You laughed, kissing his faceplate, "Thank you, my hero."

His chassis puffed out in pride.

KNOCK OUT

Starscream could be very annoying, this much you knew. He often got on Knock Out's nerves, more so than the doctor let on. But there were apparently no limits to heeled Decepticon's cruelty, because somehow he had found out about the human fear arachnophobia.

Because now the eight-legged abomination was scuttling around Knock Out's lab, stranding you on the tool table.

This was how the medic found you, on your hands and knees peering over the edge of the table. You were trembling, something he'd never seen you do. There was a wild, fearful look in your eyes that didn't match your usual behaviour, and Knock Out looked around.

"Am I missing something?"

You screamed and fell backwards, chest heaving, "Knock Out! Don't scare me like that!"

"You were scared long before I got here, sweetheart. What's the problem?"

"You don't see it?"

Your eyes once again landed on the floor, glued to something that was moving. He looked down, his optics narrowing in on the small, furry eight-legged creature.

"What is that?"

"A spider!" You shuffled back on the table. "Please get rid of it!"

The mad doctor looked confused, "You've come with me to battle Autobots, and have stood in the middle of our fights, but you afraid of something so tiny?"

You glared at him, "Count its legs and eyes before you judge!"

He sighed, but got rid of the arachnid by stepping on it. Then he proceeded to complain about getting his pede messed, and you face-palmed. At least you were calm now and no longer shaking, so he decided to ignore that.

"How did a spider even get on the ship?" He asked you, scooping you up and placing you on his shoulder - something he seemed to enjoy.

"Take one guess."

"Screamer?" He already knew the answer without your confirmation.

"Mhm."

Knock Out didn't take kindly to anyone messing with what belonged to him. Especially if it was his precious little human. So the next time Starscream needed repairs, you laughed when you heard his repair had malfunctioned, knowing that the mad doctor had purposely sabotaged it.

SMOKESCREEN

Every time Smokescreen thought he had found out all he needed to know about the human race, he was smacked in the helm with something new. He hadn't even considered that you had fears, since he had seen you face Decepticons and not even flinch.

Yet here you were, screaming murder and running away from a little black thing with eight furry legs. The rest of the team looked up from their positions, Miko's face paling as she took off as well.

"What's that?" Smokescreen looked at Bumblebee, confused.

Bumblebee beeped a few times, explaining that spiders were eight-legged, six-eyed arachnids that freaked you and Miko out like nothing else.

Smokescreen looked at you again, before going over and picking you up. He didn't understand your fear, but he didn't want you to feel scared when he was right there.

"It's okay, I got it!"

He tried stepping on it, but it scuttled away. He set you down on his shoulder and tried to grab it, which made you yelp and attempt to scale down his back.

"No no no!" You kept muttering, shivering and shaking like you were in some kind of horrible trance.

"It's so small!" He grit his dentae, reaching for it again. "This thing isn't as scary as some Decepticons." He meant well. He just sometimes said stupid things.

"I would rather fight Starscream again than be around that thing!" You cried, climbing as far back as possible as he finally got a hold of it. You slipped and fell off his shoulder, but Smokescreen's reflexes were great. He caught you in his other servo.

"Uh, Smokescreen? Not a good idea," Arcee watched as your whole body went rigid when the spider escaped his grip and crawled along his arm.

You screamed so loudly you might have damaged his audials, but he realised his mistake and quickly handed you to the nearest Autobot as he frantically looked all over his body, trying to locate the infernal creature. He managed to get it, but only after he sped out of the base to remove it outside, to prevent you and Miko from passing out.

When he got back, you shivered but allowed him to pick you up again, and he grinned, "I don't understand it, but if it scares you it's probably bad, right?"

You smiled.

WHEELJACK

Wheeljack is pretty fearless, so you often feel intimidated by him and insecure about your own fears. You never told him about your deathly fear of arachnids, and he never asked. He assumed you were like him, not scared of anything.

That is, until today.

When he got back from a mission with Bulkhead, he immediately sought you out. Even Miko was missing, which the green Autobot found strange.

"Where's (Name) and Miko?" Wheeljack asked Raf and Jack, who were playing a racing videogame.

Jack shrugged, "Haven't seen them since we got here after school."

That was even more odd. Usually you would be here waiting for him to get back from wherever if he wasn't here. Then, moments later, a scream rang out through the base. Wheeljack recognised that as yours and took off towards the sound.

When he found you, he stopped dead.

You were running in circles around his berth, looking over your shoulder. He tried to spot what was apparently chasing you, and only did so when the thing scuttled out from behind his berth, in the direction you were headed. You screamed again and changed directions.

"What is that?" Wheeljack asked, confused on why you were so terrified.

"Spider!" You wailed, running to him and hiding behind his massive leg. "Kill it!"

He raised a big metal eyebrow, "You're scared of that tiny thing? You've faced vehicons and Dreadwing with me and that little creature is what's shaking you?"

You groaned, "I knew you would judge! Where's Bulkhead?"

"Okay, okay, no need for that," he grumbled and picked you up, setting you carefully on his shoulder before kicking the arachnid, sending the dreaded creature flying and hitting the wall. It crumpled, laying on its back and curling inwards.

"Thanks," you sighed in relief, but still looked tense. "Now get rid of it."

"It's dead."

"Dead and no less creepy!" You protested.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, but got rid of the dead spider. When he got back, he watched you carefully. "You good now?"

"Much better," you confirmed, but still looking like you had seen a ghost.

"Come here."

Wheeljack wasn't a cuddler, but he figured the best thing to do as your boyfriend was get in some snuggles to soothe you. And maybe, MAYBE he enjoyed it too, but Primus forbid he ever admit that out loud.

SOUNDWAVE

Like Knock Out, Soundwave didn't understand how an earth creature got on the ship. And since you seemed so horrified, he concluded that you didn't bring it with you.

He was aware the second you're terrified, as predicted, so you didn't have to scream and cry for help. You just hid wherever you could, and waited for the silent Decepticon to find you.

He stopped his work to come check on you, and to deal with the cresture that was inspiring such fear. Once he's in his berthroom, it's not hard for him to locate the arachnid, and he got Laserbeak to carry it out and drop it off the Nemesis.

He then scanned his room for you, finding you in a little crevice under his berth. He coaxed you into coming out, tilting his helm as if asking why you were afraid of such a little thing.

You shivered, your eyes scanning the room before looking at him, "They're scary. Did you see how many eyes and legs it has??" You shivered again.

Soundwave patted the top of your head, comfortingly. Then he tilted his helm again, words appearing on his visor, You have been through far worse, encountering the Autobots and other Decepticons.

"I know but these things are the stuff of nightmares!" You complained. "I would rather fight any Cybertronian than be in a room with one of these again..."

He nodded in understanding, not quite understanding your logic there but there but nonetheless agreeing. Whatever made you less scared was preferred, after all, he didn't like seeing how terrified you had been.

Feeling better? Popped up on his visor.

You nodded, calming down, "Much. Thank you."

He displayed a red heart.

SHOCKWAVE

Shockwave was used to dark, confined spaces with rodents and other creatures scuttling around. He had been stuck on Cybertron for years, after all. So he doesn't think much of it when an earthly creature finds its way aboard the Nemesis.

Until it starts to bother you.

He walked into his lab one day to see you on your hands and knees on his tool table, peering over the side. He instantly noticed the slight tremble of your small form, and approached you cautiously.

"What is the matter?"

You screamed and jumped despite his careful approach, turning to him with wide, frightened eyes before snapping them back to whatever was on the floor.

"There's a spider!"

"I do not understand."

You turned back to him, but your eyes flickered to the ground every so often, "These earth creatures with six eyes and eight freaky legs."

Shockwave nodded in understanding, before tilting his helm, "You are around Decepticons who are much larger than you, and coukd squash you easily, yet that tiny insignificant creature frightens you? That is illogical."

You sighed, "That thing is just creepy okay! I can handle giant Decepticons, I just can't do spiders." You shivered.

Shockwave didn't argue, going over to the bug and studying it for a second before picking it up and making his way out of the lab to get rid of it. You relaxed when it was gone, and when he came back you were lying on your back, trying to overcome your shivers.

"It is gone."

"I know, thank you," you sat up. "It just feels like smaller ones are crawling all over me."

He reached out to let you climb onto his servo, keeping you close to him to comfort you while he continued his work.

[fandomsmadness]

TBHX episode 8 rant

Hey, for once I'm not actively a wreck (just passively and internally curled up into a ball, not that that's much better)

Lucky Cyan is so precious omg. Heavy spoilers from this point on.

Before we start the breakdown, establishing timeline before I myself forget. Cyan survives a plane crash 23 years after commission (at 3 years old, I think someone said?) and by the time the episode ends we're 11 years from then, 34 years after commission and 2 years before Yang Cheng's whole...disaster.

Since I am apparently allegic to breaking down things in order, first up is religion. Jesus freaking Christ I did not expect that turn of events At. All. But it makes so much sense retrospectively!

Of course powers of luck would be distilled into a hope cult, of course she has a great singing voice, of course she was made a "sacred maiden" when she was not even hitting two digits of age. Her singing Neon Rain and its lyrics suddenly make a lot more sense now.

This shot killed me. I was not expecting religious commentary at all given what we knew of Lucky Cyan's background but I have to give it up for LHO, it's so well done.

There is a closely tied-in theme of exploitation here (and isn't that telling in and of itself) and I love how the episode took the time (it was noticeably slower paced to let this sink in, which I liked) to expound on the different types of exploitation and their extents, regardless of intentions.

I also loved (absolutely hated) how the Dean told Ms Zhao that she's exploiting the child, only for him to go and do it a whole other way, just without the money part. Morality really is subjective, but it doesn't stop exploitation from being exploitation.

Like girl really never had a break. She needs a hug.

Second - technically - on the list is that I am hyped about a character being from the media! I was really wondering how much censorship would be rampant to keep up trust value and now we have our answer:

A LOT.

But it also feels to me that the media is unfair and demands too much of heroes (as does everyone else, tbh). Expecting them to prevent every single accident (emphasis: accident) seems a bit of a stretch, and in airspace. It's impossible for heroes to monitor everything everywhere all the time, no matter the numbers. A singular accident leading to accusations and pointing fingers does seem far-fetched.

At the same time, what did they mean hero conflict? A hero couple in a scandal? Cyan's arc seems to be showing us the politics of the system through Liu Zhen far more than Lin Ling and Yang Cheng's understanding was able to fathom.

Me reading the subtitles: "Oh that's very particular wording." Liu Zhen two seconds after: "What do you mean?" Say what you want about Liu Zhen, but man undeniably has good reporting instincts. But I also think this means we will get to see Enlighter this arc too, or at least, the beginning of the fear org, whose name I have promptly forgotten.

Third on the list is trust value because hold on what do you mean it's always been like this.

Cyan has to be the daughter of a hero couple at this point. There's no way hero couples are suddenly introduced to us, Cyan has trust value out of nowhere, survives a plane crash with whisperings of "hero conflict" around it, for this to end up not being related to her trust value. It's fascinating how every single arc we've had so far have different stories on trust value.

And what was up with Yang Cheng and his 0 trust value when even the Bad Luck Calamity had 10?? What??

Other highlights:

Queen!

No wonder Queen is about order and decreasing chaos and seems very political, she has a reporter for a father (said father is increasingly suspicious as it goes but we ignore that for now). She's so poised at 14 and will likely meet Cyan soon through her dad I hope. Her statement about "wanting to overturn trust value" was also ringing multiple bells in my head somewhere.

Animation style

Gave me quite a few laughs, which was sorely needed in the middle of being deeply disturbed by how people treated Cyan.

X(?)

Idk, but that flyer's timing seemed very fishy. The X marks the spot on the treasure map, Queen striving to be X, even the cross behind Cyan's silhouette looking like an X there's a lot less subtle X references in this episode. The aforementioned scandal may kick off another hero tournament.

The good luck/bad luck combo

This is so precious and he's totally going to die isn't he? But he's the only one who seems to see Cyan as a person and not a means to be exploited until now.

Overall, great introductory episode, fuck the dean, and we have two years to go before we know Cyan is on stage performing while Xia Qing cries.

Also, I love her song. That is all.

[ranchstoryblog]

PRESS RELEASE: STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar Revealed on Nintendo Direct, Opening for Business on Nintendo Switch™ and PC Aug. 27, 2025

Marvelous USA Showcases Advancements to the Cozy Farming/Life Sim Series Including Gorgeous Graphics, Richly Voiced Story, and Expanded Gameplay; Physical Pre-order Available Soon for Nintendo Switch

TORRANCE, Calif. — March 27, 2025 — Revealed during today’s Nintendo Direct, Marvelous USA formally announced STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar, the next installment in the beloved farming/life sim series, is in development and will release for the Nintendo Switch™ system and Windows PC via Steam on Aug. 27, 2025. Originally teased on Marvelous Game Showcase broadcasts, STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar takes inspiration from the original handheld release in North America in 2010. This new interpretation expands on the content and feature set of the original, while modernizing the visuals and design, leaning into the title’s focus on the theme of “renewal” as players set out to revitalize Zephyr Town’s bazaar and return it to its world-famous glory. The title will be available soon for physical pre-order on Nintendo Switch™ through participating retailers and on the Marvelous USA Online Store.

Zephyr Town’s bazaar was once one of the grandest in the world, drawing customers and peddlers from all four corners of the globe. These days, though, the bazaar has more tumbleweeds than customers. It’s up to Zephyr Town’s newest resident to turn its fortunes around! Players will raise animals, harvest crops, craft rare delicacies, then sell wares at their very own stall in the bazaar. As the bazaar business grows, new goods and services will arrive, which players can use to improve their farm. Help return prosperity to the bazaar, settle down for a cozy life and start a family, and Zephyr Town is sure to thrive once again!

Inspired by the classic handheld title, the new STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar builds up and improves on the original in every conceivable way. The world is bigger and more alive than ever thanks to incredible new visuals, new characters, an expanded story, and full character voice work in story events—a series first. Take advantage of Zephyr Town’s unique weather, using the wind to make travel and farm tasks a breeze! The winds of change are coming to deliver a new life in STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar.

Key Features

Cozy Living Reaches New Heights: The magnificent beauty of Zephyr Town shines with gorgeous graphics while a richly voiced story carries the player on a rewarding journey of farming, friendship, and renewal.

Ring the Bell and Sell, Sell, Sell: Farm produce and goods take on additional importance as the heart of players’ business at the lively weekly bazaar. Players can customize their stall and take charge of their sales to build up buzz and power up profits.

Take the Leap and Ride the Winds: Harness the power of the wind! Use windmills to create new products to sell, and effortlessly travel across the town on the brand-new glider. Players can use the new jumping skills on their farm or when exploring the town to access new locations. Who knows what they might find!

A Beautifully Cozy Life: Enjoy a rich life amongst a colorful community of characters, from friendly townsfolk to magical Nature Sprites. Build yourself a home, grow relationships, and even find love and start a family.

Marvelous USA also revealed physical editions coming to Nintendo Switch™ with pre-orders to be available soon through participating retailers and via the Marvelous USA Online Store. The title is available in a standard physical edition for an MSRP of $49.99, and a physical Premium Edition including a copy of STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar, an adorable plush Suffolk sheep, a cloth poster, a physical art book with over 115 pages of cozy art, and an original soundtrack CD, for an MSRP of $69.99. Details on digital availability will be announced at a later date.

Developed by Marvelous and published in the Americas by Marvelous USA, STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar will launch for the Nintendo Switch™ system and Windows PC via Steam on Aug. 27, 2025. The title will be published in Asia by Marvelous Inc., and in Europe by Marvelous Europe. This title is rated “E for Everyone” by the ESRB.

For more information about STORY OF SEASONS: Grand Bazaar, visit the official site at https://www.storyofseasons.com/grandbazaar/, and follow the series on X and Bluesky.

Information about Marvelous USA’s products can be found at www.marvelous-usa.com. Fans can also check out the latest videos from the Marvelous family of titles on YouTube and get updates by following on Facebook, X, Instagram, and Bluesky.

[glowettee]

✧・creating a personal library system that actually works゜✧・゜✧

hey lovelies!

so last weekend i had a complete meltdown when i couldn't find my copy of "pride and prejudice" (the one with all my notes!) and ended up reorganizing my entire book collection at 2am. classic me behavior. but honestly? it was the best decision i've made in ages because now i actually know where everything is and i'm not buying duplicate books anymore (yes, i somehow owned three copies of "the bell jar"… don't ask).

i thought i'd share my super simple system for keeping track of my little library in case any of you are drowning in books too!

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the physical organization ･:.ೃ࿔

i tried organizing by color once and while it looked pretty on instagram, it was literally impossible to find anything. so now i do a mix of these categories that actually makes sense for how i use my books:

favorites shelf - these are my ride-or-die books that i reread constantly and want to grab easily

to-be-read shelf - keeps all my unread books in one place so they don't get lost in the mix

read-but-keeping shelf - books i've finished but want to hold onto

reference section - cookbooks, style guides, etc that i need to access quickly

borrowed books corner - a special spot just for books that aren't mine so i actually remember to return them (sorry to everyone waiting for their books back…)

within each section, i organize alphabetically by author because i'm basic like that. but honestly it works!

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the tracking system ･:.ೃ࿔.

this is the game changer! i used to rely on my memory (lol) to keep track of what i'd read until i found myself 50 pages into a book before realizing i'd already read it. now i use:

a simple reading journal - nothing fancy, just a notebook where i write the title, author, when i started/finished it, and a few thoughts

sticky flags in different colors - blue for beautiful quotes, pink for plot points i want to remember, yellow for things to research later

the inside cover trick - i write the date i finished the book and a tiny heart rating (♥♥♥♥♥) system on the inside cover

a digital backup - i use storygraph (not goodreads all the time because amazon owns enough of my life) to keep a digital record

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the borrowing system ･:⋆.ೃ࿔:･

if you're like me and constantly lending books to friends (or borrowing them), this will save your friendships:

a dedicated "lending library" note in my phone with who has what and when they borrowed it

book plates that say "borrowed from mindy's library" (these were like $8 online and so worth it)

a rule that i only lend books i'm okay with never seeing again (learned this one the hard way)

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the "did i already read this?" solution ･:.ೃ࿔

this was my biggest problem! now i:

take a quick photo of books i read but don't keep (like library books)

keep a "books i've read" list in my notes app for quick reference while browsing bookstores

add a tiny dot on the upper right corner of the first page of books i own and have finished

it's not a perfect system but it's simple enough that i actually stick with it! the key is finding what works for your reading habits rather than trying to create some instagram-perfect color-coded situation that you'll abandon after a week.

what about you guys? any genius book organization hacks i should know about?

xoxo, mindy 🤍

[yayasvalveplay]

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ABO Alpha Megatron bitching Alpha Optimus has me in a fucking mental chokehold ngl (so im just going to dump what I've been imagining here for yall to enjoy lmao) love some Alpha on Alpha or rather 'Not So Alpha Anymore'

Especially if Optimus is seen as peak alpha physique by labourframe standards, a real hunk but by warframe standards he's a butch twunk

Warframe omegas tend to be slender speedsters like seekers & racers so they can scarper the second something becomes a threat to their bitty while labourframe omegas tend to be bulky so bitties has plenty of padding while they keep on trucking,

the alpha labourframes being more agile to weave between the omegas on their Convoys but still big enough to haul sparklings & other precious cargo around, while alpha warframes are massive to dominate the battlefield & draw attention away from their more delicate omegas

Betas of both frameclasses tend to have a mix of traits, but primarily fulfill the supportive roles in child rearing such as teaching, guarding, & scouting areas for threats, being quite small in labourframes they're about to get into tight places to retrieve troublemaker sparklings or help them hide while warframes are flexible able to act as escorts to new flyers & racers or expecting omegas in their Battalion, keeping pace & being better able to tank hits from crashes or provide battlefield backup to alphas

So when Megs starts bitching Optimus with BA's help he starts gaining more seeker traits & oftentimes gets mistaken for a warframe beta until a bot gets close enough to catch his scent & smell how fertile he is & the alpha's claim, meanwhile to Optimus's Megatron's massive frame reads as ideal for carrying a big litter

Also means that a beta autobot like Blurr setting off all the 'is peak warframe omega' bells to alpha Shockwave, who has plans on helping the speedster reach his 'full potential' by bitching him now that he knows that it can be done, BA has helpfully given him a recipe for the necessary medication he can mix into his agent's rations, Blurr has no idea what's happening to him when he starts sprouting weapons system like his energy saw & assumes he must be some kind of omega Con sleeper agent whos failing suppressants are letting a heat bring his warframe coding to the front, the dilemma tearing him apart does he continue to live as an intelligence agent as if nothings wrong or turn himself in to his omega superior Longarm,

It would be real fun if Blurr's timing glitch meant things progressed much faster then Shockwave accounted for leading to Blurr going into an unexpected heat exposing himself as a warframe omega to someone else in AHC who blackmails & exploits him, or maybe multiple bots are present & take turns putting their new warframe breeder to good use since breeding Starscream to produce the jettwins worked so well

Optimus' alpha coding conflicts with his developing heat coding & demands he fight off the rival alpha (Megatron) & mate with the omega in heat that it can sense so close (himself) so he's super horny & feisty & Megatron thinks its so cute when he confusedly & angrily alternates between trying to maul Megatron & trying to mate him, just rutting up against the leg or closed panel of the larger bot, the first time he goes into a heat Megatron opens up his valve panel & lets Optimus work himself into a frenzy because no matter how many time he knots he can still smell an unsatisfied omega in heat, he's chewing at Megatron plating in frustration Megatron pulls his face up with a claw only for Optimus to latch onto it & start suckling like a starving mech, Megatron spends a few minutes pumping his digit into the Prime's throat until it makes him cry

Which is about when Megatron wrestles the smaller mech into a pin & prys his valve covers open with the tip of his spike before plunging in & giving the omega coding the alpha knot it's looking for, when Optimus sobers up & comes back to himself he's still stuck panel to panel with Megatron as warframe knots take a lot longer to unlock since warframe omegas are so flighty they can be hard to catch/corner even while in heat

Maybe BA could have been there taking notes & samples for her research & can tease Optimus about how cute his blissed out face was when Megs made him overload on his knot, Optimus' alpha coding still recognised her as a beta from his Convoy so let her get close & do whatever she wanted while he's in rut/heat so she has plenty of vials of different fluids, transfluid, energon, coolant etc, she says she's going to have to figure out a way to artificially induce his heats so she can collect samples as the process progresses

When Optimus tries to argue with her Megatron starts waxing lyrical about how much he enjoyed watching the prime struggle to take his claw & wondering how much more he'd struggle to take Megatron's knot in his intake while massaging his spike where it makes Optimus' protoform bulge, she says that would probably break his voice box so they'd have some peace & quiet

I have some other ideas for what other designations bots would have, alpha lugnut, beta blitzwing, omega starscream, alpha lockdown, omega bulkhead, beta prowl, beta bumblebee, beta arcee, omega ratchet, alpha grimlock, omega soundwave, beta jettwins, beta cliffjumper, alpha ultra magnus etc

Lockdown would definitely wanna bitch Prowl & tried to make Ratchet & Arcee part of his Convoy before, both Prowl & Ratchet have nightmares about waking up tied down to a lab table & tied to the bounty hunter by his knot

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Imagine waiting for the right moment to fuck your pretty little Omega. Only for his heat to come unexpectedly, And now suddenly everyone is fucking the Omega, because They are all horny, and now Longarm has to rescue Blurr, umm, right after watching him getting transfluid all over his plating.

Ad when He is saved, well He's getting Blurr to purge any transfluid that made its way into his forge, so he can have a clean slate so he can fuck his pups into him, and not random bots.

And because Optimus transformation from Alpha to Omega is slower then Blurrs transfomation, He is going to go haywire, and think an Omega is in heat when in fact it's him. He's the one going into heat, and not a rut.

And Megatron is very smug about this fact. He is so fragging horny, but he wants Optimus to be in a frenzy before he knots him.

As for the Lockdown- It's only a nightmare. Because he will NOT get to them. Drift and Jazz will make sure of that.

[dreamofhircine]

SNAPSHOT

When you signed the contract with Pinnacle Transport & Logistics it was because it was the only thing hiring that could get you off-colony sooner than a year out without indenturing yourself in the process. Mercenary companies were like that, high turnover for low to moderately skilled labor. It was a good deal.

PT&L wasn't one of the big five but they held contracts for a handful of systems, a few up and coming colonies. Nothing too impressive but they were recruiting a lot, manning up for something bigger. They were even paying better than mine day labor rates just to come in and get tested at their portside offices.

You went because you could use the money even if they didn't sign you, even if they said you weren't worth the cost to take into orbit. The staff was professionally cold and efficient, never sparing a word that wasn't part of the script they must have memorized. They spent hours hooking you up to electrodes, running scans and tests and endless aptitude batteries after you'd checked in. More needles and probes than you'd ever had in you before, eyes looking hungrier and hungrier behind their splash-guard visors the longer they continued.

Eventually you passed. You passed so well that someone in a suit came down before you even had a chance to wipe the electrode signa-gel off or change back into your jumpsuit and she came with a thick stack of paperwork and a few digital pads with it all laid out for you to sign, review optional.

It seemed like good terms with a quick scan. An indefinite contract but both parties could cancel as necessary, operational conditions permitting. A signing bonus that would have been a year's wages in the mine. A salary even the techs at Colonial Admin would have jumped over to private for and room and board that didn't come out of your pay. They were even offering medical coverage.

You signed. You barely read beyond the summary sheets. You didn't negotiate, too worried that this was a joke and they'd drop the punchline on you if you didn't dry the ink fast enough or sign the digital seals before some unseen timer ran out. The corporate rep just smiled the whole time and said that with your scores, you qualified for a special new program they were recruiting for, something better than the augmented infantry or aerospace fighters PT&L featured on all their sizzle reel ads.

They were standing up an experimental mech corps, a new kind of pilot for a new kind of machine. Faster to train, easier to use, a totally new generation of tech but much harder to find physiologically compatible pilots. There were surgeries, she said, augments they'd need to make to your body. To your brain. Things that would make you and your machine sync together like your brain and your body does.

You'd heard of something like that, the political fanatics on the edge of the Economic Zone of Control were supposed to use things like that. WARSPRITES, or S-MAGs, the rumors were spotty and the corporate news never ran any stories about them but word traveled far down the transit lanes, packed right along with the workers tending the mineral trades.

The corporate rep and a new batch of technicians in surgical gowns so white and unblemished that they almost hurt to look at sat you back down in the exam room after you signed, techs swarming around and fitting you for a new kind of probe. Electrodes and sensors all around your skull, digital goggles over your eyes. She said it was the first step, a 'neural snapshot' that she needed to have recorded for your medical records before the rest of the processing began.

It started quick, once you were settled in. No fanfare, just a sharp prick at your neck and then there were lights. Flashing, bright, pulsing. Warmth and stillness flowing out from the pinpoint in your neck, rolling down into your limbs like hot sap. You heard something like bells in the distance, a tapping or clicking or snapping getting louder as the flashes got brighter and started to sear into your eyes, into your brain, burning hot and painful. White light, white noise, thunderous, roiling, boiling up and up and then nothing. Then nothing. Then nothing.

The first thing you notice when the goggles come up is how cold you are, like a chill had snuck into your bones while you blinked. Your hand is shaking but you can't reach over to still it, bound by too-tight straps to the chair. To a different chair than before.

"Welcome back to us, Pilot Registration Number PTL-7954. I understand that you're very disoriented right now, " a voice begins saying, too loud and too abrasive in your suddenly very sensitive ears. As the blurry edges of your vision clears away you start to see the figure, someone new and unfamiliar.

Everyone was new. Sterile white labcoats swapped out for strikingly bright orange cleanroom suits, faces all obscured behind masks & goggles with mirror-finish tint as they work around the room at beeping, flashing panels or circle around you taking notes. "But we really must get through this."

You start to form a question, but a raised finger from the technician in front of you catches it in your throat. "In accordance with the New Oslo Corporate Armistice Settlement all neurologically augmented combat-rated employees, " They rattle off from a tablet, before pausing.

"That means you, of course, are to restored to the earliest viable neurological engram to be offered a chance to voluntarily end their current service contract." Bored, droning, like reading a weather report. "I can answer questions you have, but please make a decision quickly."

Your mind is still moving slow, hazy, stumbling. You heard the words but they meant nothing. Your hand is still shaking and you try to focus on it, look away from the stranger and catch your bearings again. Center on something familiar. The whole room is different. And cold. Your hand is different too. Studded now with implants. And cold.

There are ports, scars, burns, scratchy little tattoos across your hands and forearm disappearing up into the sleeves of a green medical gown you don't remember putting on. A machine nearby is beeping, starting off some quickly muffled alarm. Your breath is fast and ragged.

You tear your eyes away from your arm. Even just that had been too much, the phantom kickback too great. You're so skinny. Gaunt and pale and wounded in ways you can feel are old, bone deep and part of you now. The technician starts up again after sharing glances with the screen. "This neural engram is from your initial indoc, about twenty years ago."

That hits like a fist to the gut, and they didn't even pause to let it sink in for you. Business as usual. "You've had ten years active, ten years on ice. Your record is actually very impressive for an earlier cadre like you, it's probably why Allied Interorbital Freight bought your contract."

"But if you don't have any questions, I really need that answer. We have a full slate of neural restorations to do and we're running a bit behind. Do you want to continue your contract, or activate your severance clause?" they ask, tapping away at the monitor in front of them.

You can see a small reflection in the shiny visor they wear. Of you. Of something that looks like something you could be. Of something emaciated, drained, dotted with black metal ports and unfamiliar piercings. You can just barely make out the swell of breasts, of all things, beneath the gown.

The longer hair framing your unfamiliar face is the most shocking part. You'd never worn it like this before, always so closely cropped for mine work. The alarm kicks in again, louder, blaring a few notes longer than before. You need to leave. You need to go home. You need to go home and tell the foreman you want to keep your job. "H.... Home..." you mutter, as another tech steps in with a needle next to you.

The one that was talking to you shakes their head, and stops typing. "Hmm... Let's chalk this one up to a unstable state then. Reset to the most recent mental state and then roll back to...." They order, checking another monitor "Five years post-indoc. That's after the surgeries, a few contract deployments. The baseline capture will be a lot more compliant."

"Always like this with the early ones, don't know why we bother going all the way back when they just beg to go home." the tech with the needle muttered, stepping behind you and out of sight while the lead tech laughs. "You know how it is with NOCAS compliance, we have to give them a choice but nobody audits the logs too closely as long as a snapshot makes the right decision in the end."

The rising panic in you fades with the words and with the prick of something new in your neck, some pressure behind your eyes and wrapped around every thought loosens up and the fingers you hadn't noticed were gripping the armrests with enough force to turn paper-white slacken and release. The visor goggles slip back down, the same painful light and noise trying to burn your brain out again but you don't burn. You're too cold for that. You were so cold, now. Everything was so cold now. Then it was nothing.

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Transits: May 30, 2025 - Mercury Cazimi in Gemini (house by house)

This is Mercury cazimi, the moment when Mercury enters the heart of the Sun and becomes something more than language. On May 30, 2025, Mercury will reach cazimi in Gemini, the sign of its rulership. This is alignment, the brief, electric second where insight meets purpose, and the noise falls away. Expect messages. Ideas. Decisions. But more than that, expect a moment of knowing that feels like lightning in the chest. A truth so sharp and sudden, it doesn’t ask for permission. This isn’t a transit that lingers but what it delivers can’t be undone. Let this cazimi be a hinge. A spark. A sentence that rearranges something in you. Here’s what it might awaken, depending on your rising sign:

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✴︎ Aries Rising — Mercury Cazimi in The Third House

There’s a hallway in your mind that echoes more than it answers. You’ve walked it a thousand times, tracing the same thoughts in different disguises trying to solve the self by thinking louder. But this week, something cuts through like a bell. Like a sentence that lands so precisely, the loop can’t keep spinning. It’s not that you finally figure it out. It’s that you hear yourself without interruption, no justification, no reaction, no needing to make it gentler for someone else to receive. This is the voice you forgot was yours. And it comes like stillness after a storm. A clarity that doesn’t need to be explained, only honored. This is the moment your mind stops reenacting the past and starts trusting its own insight again.

✴︎ Taurus Rising — Mercury Cazimi in The 2nd House

You’ve been negotiating with your own needs again. Trying to explain why it’s okay to want what you want but only if it doesn’t take too much space, only if it doesn’t inconvenience anyone. But something shifts this week. Not on the surface, beneath it, where your nervous system keeps the score. This moment doesn’t come to show you your worth, it comes to show you the part of you that still doubts it. The part that flinches when things feel too easy. The part that equates peace with weakness, softness with exposure, and abundance with guilt. Mercury cazimi speaks to your inner accountant, the one who’s been tracking your worth by how much you give. And for a brief moment, that voice goes quiet. In its place: a thought that doesn’t ask for permission. A knowing that doesn’t ask to be earned. A truth that says: “You don’t have to justify your enoughness anymore.”

✴︎ Gemini Rising — Mercury Cazimi in The 1st House

This is the moment your mind turns around and looks you in the eye. Not to analyze, but to recognize. Not as a mirror, but as a witness. You’ve been carrying versions of yourself like costumes that outlived their stage. Smiling through borrowed voices, doubting the shape you take when no one’s watching. But this week, something slips, something clears. With Mercury burning in your first house, the question isn’t who am I? It’s: how long have I known, and just not said it out loud? There’s no performance left to sustain, only a voice rising from the center of your body, certain, unapologetic, and impossibly familiar. You may not be able to explain yourself anymore because suddenly, you don’t need to.

✴︎ Cancer Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 12th House

There are thoughts you don’t think with words. There are truths that live in the dark water, shapeless, breathless, impossible to explain. And then there’s this moment. Mercury enters the heart of the Sun in your twelfth house, and suddenly, what was once hidden begins to form language. You may not even hear it aloud. You may just feel the click, like something old has been named, and in the naming, it no longer needs to hide. This isn’t about revelation, it’s about release. A buried belief dissolves. A quiet fear tells its story and lets you go. The voice that once echoed like a warning now hums like a blessing: You don’t have to carry what was never yours. And for a brief, brilliant moment, your inner world feels light enough to speak.

✴︎ Leo Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 11th House

The vision’s been blurry for a while now. You’ve been walking forward without knowing if you were building something real or just keeping pace with a dream that no longer fits. But this week, something sharp pierces the haze. Mercury lights up in your eleventh house as a pulse. Not as a five-year goal, but as a single sentence from the future: “It’s still you, but freer.” And suddenly, the pieces start clicking, not everything, but enough. Enough to feel the shape of what wants to emerge through you. Enough to recognize who you’re becoming by how you no longer bend for belonging. A thought may arrive that rewrites your map. A conversation may confirm the ache you’ve been trying to silence. A glimpse of the life you almost forgot you were allowed to want. It’s not clarity from control, it’s clarity from trust. The future is speaking. You’re ready to listen.

✴︎ Virgo Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 10th House

You’ve been climbing, quietly, for alignment. But somewhere along the way, the climb became a costume. The vision got heavy. The goal got blurred with who you thought you had to be in order to get there. And then this moment arrives. Mercury burns clean in your tenth house to remind you of who you were before you made success into survival. This is a clarity about identity in motion. The version of you that performs competence out of habit may pause just long enough to ask: “Is this still mine?” “Is this how I want to be seen?” You may receive insight about your path, your purpose, your role in the world, but deeper than that, you may feel the soft rupture of an old ambition falling away. Not because it failed, because you no longer need to prove anything through it. And what’s left in its place is a direction that feels like home when you speak it aloud.

✴︎ Libra Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 9th House

There’s something you stopped believing in a while ago. Maybe it was a vision, maybe it was a version of yourself, the one who trusted without proof, the one who felt life stretching toward her like a promise instead of a problem to solve. This week, that belief returns. But it doesn’t knock, it lands like a sentence you didn’t know you were waiting to hear. Mercury aligns with the Sun in your ninth house to show you what’s still alive beneath your questions. You might glimpse something truer than certainty. A new truth might rise from instinct, or maybe it’s just the subtle unraveling of someone else’s dogma from the spine of your story. This isn’t a shift in knowledge, it’s a shift in how you know what you know. You realize you don’t need more evidence to believe in your own unfolding. You need space. And trust. And a bigger language to house your becoming. This week, your worldview updates, not because you learned something new, but because you remembered something deeper.

✴︎ Scorpio Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 8th House

You’re fluent in silence. You know how to hold back what burns. You know how to sense the room, shape-shift in the name of control, and protect your truth like a buried relic. But this week, something breaks through the surface like a splinter working its way out of the skin. Mercury cazimi pierces the shadows of your eighth house and for a moment, what’s been unspoken becomes undeniable. A truth you’ve managed, contained, hidden, now begins to speak to you. It may come as a confession you didn’t expect to make. A realization about power, vulnerability, or what you’ve been giving away just to keep intimacy from feeling dangerous. This isn’t about trauma, it’s about transparency. You are being asked to stop intellectualizing the places that ache, and instead listen to the wound, to the longing beneath the defense, to the story that only reveals itself when you’re no longer trying to be strong. And what you hear may not be easy. But it will be true. And that truth will change everything.

✴︎ Sagittarius Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 7th House

You’ve been translating silence. Guessing what they meant. Trying to hold the relationship together with interpretations instead of truths. But this week, something clicks. Not because someone finally says what you needed to hear but because you hear it differently. Mercury cazimi lights up your seventh house like a match struck inside a mirror. And suddenly, it’s not about them. It’s about the version of you that shows up in response to them, the way you adjust, dim, rephrase, or explain yourself based on their reactions. A revelation might come through a conversation but it won’t be about the words. It’ll be about what the words reveal: Where you’ve been negotiating your truth just to keep the peace. Where you’ve mistaken compatibility for silence. Where connection has been built on adaptation instead of expression. This is the moment you stop editing your inner world for the comfort of someone else’s. And in that clarity, a new kind of intimacy begins, the kind that doesn’t require translation.

✴︎ Capricorn Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 6th House

You’ve been keeping it together. Doing the things. Showing up. Being steady. But under the surface, something’s been aching from repetition without reflection. This week, Mercury enters the firelight of the Sun in your sixth house, and suddenly your rituals start speaking back. The question isn’t: Are you doing enough? It’s: Are you doing what still serves you? An insight may arrive in the middle of something ordinary, brushing your teeth, replying to an email, preparing to say yes when you mean no. And then it hits you: You’re not here to micromanage your life into worthiness. You’re allowed to change the rules of what “being a good person” means, especially if they’re slowly erasing you. This is where the mind meets the body. Where burnout becomes a message. Where the schedule becomes a mirror. Something will become very clear about the way you move through your days, and whether those movements are still aligned with the soul you’re growing into. Let your clarity be quiet. Let it change you anyway.

✴�� Aquarius Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 5th House

There’s a part of you that knows how to stay cool. Measured. Detached enough to avoid the sting of wanting something too much. Because desire can be dangerous, right? It exposes you. It takes you out of control. But this week, something erupts inside your fifth house, the house of creative risk, raw expression, and the self you only meet when you're not editing your joy. Mercury cazimi asks: What wants to be born through you and why are you still pretending you don’t care? This is the moment the muse stops knocking and kicks the door in. A thought arrives that breaks through apathy, a truth that reminds you you’re not just a thinker, you’re a feeler with fire in your ribs. You might remember something you loved as a child. You might say something out loud that feels too honest to take back. You might finally write, sing, dance, text, paint, admit, not for praise, but for relief. This is not about performance. It’s about permission. And if it scares you a little? That’s how you know it’s real.

✴︎ Pisces Rising — Mercury Cazimi in the 4th House

There’s a voice that formed before your vocabulary did. A feeling, more than a thought, that told you what love should feel like, what safety costs, and how much of yourself you need to quiet in order to belong. This week, Mercury meets the Sun in the deepest part of your chart, your fourth house, and something from underneath begins to speak. This isn’t nostalgia. This is truth emerging from the foundation, the quiet architecture of your inner world asking to be updated. A sentence may rise from nowhere. It might sound like your mother, or your younger self, or a version of you who never got to speak. But this time, you’re listening. Not to rewrite the past but to reclaim your relationship to it. You may realize the story you’ve been telling yourself about “home” was never yours to begin with. You may understand, in one still moment, why you’ve been hesitant to trust ease and how that old distrust shaped your entire nervous system. This cazimi is a tectonic shift. A thought so deep and familiar, it feels like coming home, the one you’re finally allowed to build.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wait. . .so with the fake gacha pulls thing Idia does. Does that imply he does digital art??? For the CGs??. Or are those like "pictures"???

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Idia doesn't remark on making character illustrations for his cheat tool (but he is capable of making art in general). I've always thought that he just made the bare minimum of what was necessary to get his tool operational and that the actual animations + art that are used for gacha rolling are reused assets for the irl devs' convenience. If Idia for some reason had to insert images, I think he would just insert photographs (since it is canon that he has access to the NRC security systems; he could grab shots from those). In-universe, I picture the rolls as just the characters exiting from coffins, no extra bells and whistles. I don't care what anime or dream logic we're running on, it's just not possible for One Dude to pump out tens of unique illustrations while also coding a mobile game and chatting with the rescue squad as they traverse the dreams.

[askagamedev]

What is your current opinion on Unreal Engine 5? Between Digital Foundry, content creators, and people on social media, everyone appears to be constantly attacking UE5 for performance issues (stuttering, frame rate, etc.). Is this criticism warranted, or is it more a case of developers still getting used to UE5 and its complexities (meaning it will likely improve in time)?

Everything improves with time as the engineers learn the details and optimize their work. This is true of every tech platform ever and won't be any more different with Unreal Engine 5 than it has been with UE4, 3, or anything else. That said... after having very recently worked with UE5 for enough time to get used to some of its foibles and having looked into some core engineering issues in a project utilizing some of the new tech introduced in UE5 (and the caveats and side effects of using that tech), I can say with fair confidence that (some) complaints about the performance issues are definitely warranted. These aren't global to all UE5 projects, but they are major performance issues we ran into and had to solve.

One major issue we ran into was with Nanite. Nanite is the new tech that allows incredibly detailed high poly models, a sort of [LOD system] on steroids. The Entity Component System of the Unreal Engine (every actor is a bag of individual components) allows developers to glom nanite meshes onto just about anything and everything including characters, making it very powerful and quick to stand up various different visuals. However, this also requires significant time spent optimizing that geometry for lighting and for use in game - interpenetrating bits and pieces that don't necessarily need to calculate lighting or normals or shadows unnecessarily add to the performance cost must be purged from those nanite models. Nanite looks great, but has issues that need to be ironed out and the documentation on those issues isn't fully formed because they're still being discovered (and Epic is still working on fixing them). We had major performance issues on any characters we built using nanite, which meant that our long-term goal for performance was actually to de-nanite our characters completely.

Another major issue I ran into was with the new UE5 World Partition system. World Partition is essentially their replacement for their old World Composition system, it's a means of handling level streaming for large contiguous world spaces. In any large open world, you're going to have to have individual tiles that get streamed in as the player approaches them - there's no reason to fit the entire visible world into memory at any given time with all the bells and whistles when the player can only see a small part of it. The World Partition system is supposed to stream in the necessary bits piecemeal and allow for seamless play. Unfortunately, there are a lot of issues with it that are just not documented and/or not fixed yet. I personally ran into issues with navmesh generation (the map layer used for AI pathfinding) using the World Partition that I had to ask Epic about, and their engineers responded with "Thanks for finding this bug. We'll fix it eventually, likely not in the next patch."

Most of these issues will eventually get ironed out, documented, and/or fixed as they come to light. That's pretty normal for any major piece of technology - things improve and mature as more people use it and the dev team has the time and bandwidth to fix bugs, document things better, and add quality of life features. Because this tech is still fairly new, all of the expected bleeding edge problems are showing up. You're seeing those results - the games that are forced to use the new less-tested systems are uncovering the issues (performance, bugs, missing functionality, etc.) as they go. Epic is making fixes and improvements, but us third-party game devs must still ship our games and this kind of issue is par for the course.

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Field Trips & Foot Chases

Pairing: OA Zidan x Wife!FBI!Reader

Word Count: ~6,000

Genre: Action, Romance, Domestic, Humor

Setting: FBI HQ & NYC Historical Museum

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The elevator doors slid open with a familiar ding as Y/N Zidan stepped out onto the floor of the FBI New York office, her steps confident and brisk. It was barely 7:15 in the morning, and most of the city was still stirring awake, but inside these walls, the machine was already running. She clutched a file folder in one hand—yesterday’s case summary, neatly printed and signed—and her travel mug in the other, steam rising from the dark roast she desperately needed to survive the next twelve hours.

Dressed in slim black trousers and a camel-toned coat that still smelled faintly of OA’s cologne from where it had brushed against his earlier, Y/N’s look was a balance of business-formal and “mom-on-a-mission.” She didn’t plan to be here long. Just long enough to hand off the file to Isobel and print the necessary attachments. Then it was off to chaperone Talia and Harlow’s first-grade field trip to the New York Historical Museum.

Her twin daughters had been buzzing about it all week—especially Harlow, who’d told everyone in their household (including the dog) that she was going to “see real colonial shoes” and “eat a sandwich like George Washington.” Y/N smiled to herself at the thought.

She turned the corner into the bullpen, where the usual early birds were already around. Tiffany was poring over some digital forensics with a very large cup of coffee, while Scola looked like he was mid-rant about parking tickets to anyone who’d listen.

“Zidan!” Maggie Bell called from across the room. She stood, her coat half-off her shoulders, and crossed the floor with a grin. “What are you doing here? Thought you were playing hooky today.”

Y/N returned the smile and held up her folder like a trophy. “Just dropping off paperwork for Isobel and printing a few things. School trip starts at eight-thirty. I’m still on the clock for ‘Mom Duty.’”

“Right—the big museum day.” Maggie leaned on the edge of her desk. “Please, I need pictures. You know I live for updates on my goddaughters.”

“I’ll flood your phone with them,” Y/N promised with a laugh. “You’ll be sick of them by lunchtime.”

“Impossible.”

Just then, footsteps approached, and OA appeared from the direction of the elevator, hair still damp from the shower and shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. He had the distinct look of a man who had tried to leave early and been waylaid by something critical—his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Hey,” he said, smile softening the edge of his focused gaze when he saw her. “I thought you’d be at the school already.”

“I wanted to make sure the case was buttoned up,” Y/N said, handing over the rest of the folder to Isobel who had just joined them. “And someone has to keep the system running while the rest of you run off chasing bad guys.”

OA leaned down and kissed her quickly—chaste but warm. “You’re amazing. Have fun with the girls.”

“You know I will. Just don’t get tackled or shot while I’m gone.”

“I could say the same to you,” he teased, stepping back just as Isobel raised her voice.

“Team, let’s go—conference room, now,” Isobel called. She was already walking fast, the others grabbing tablets and folders in response.

Y/N glanced at the wave of motion like a tide rising behind her, then gave Maggie a wink. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Send me those pictures!”

“You’ll get a whole album,” she promised, waving goodbye to the team as they moved into their briefing.

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The school courtyard was buzzing with six-year-olds and coffee-wielding parents when Y/N arrived, switching gears from “Agent” to “Mom” without missing a beat. She spotted Talia and Harlow immediately—Talia in a navy-blue peacoat and matching headband, Harlow in her trademark rainbow beanie and pink boots, a stark contrast of order and chaos that defined them perfectly.

“Mommy!” they cried in unison, bolting toward her. Y/N crouched down just in time to catch them both in her arms.

“Hey, my sweet girls,” she said, kissing each of their cheeks. “Are you ready to learn all about history and revolution and maybe meet a statue of Ben Franklin?”

“Only if he has the kite!” Harlow declared.

“I want to see the old-fashioned classroom!” Talia added.

Their teacher, Miss Reyes, smiled warmly as Y/N joined the parent volunteers. “Glad to have you with us today, Mrs. Zidan. The girls have been so excited.”

“Thanks for letting me come. I wouldn’t miss it.”

The bus ride was a whirlwind of snack-sharing, knock-knock jokes, and a surprisingly intense game of “I Spy.” Y/N sat with the girls, pointing out landmarks and helping explain the difference between colonial homes and “olden castles.”

By midmorning, they were inside the museum, walking through exhibits of Revolutionary War uniforms, artifacts, and models of early New York life. The twins held onto her hands tightly, wide-eyed and full of questions. Y/N took photos throughout, even getting a perfect candid of Talia peering into a replica hearth and Harlow dramatically posing with a tri-corner hat.

She sent a few to Maggie, who replied instantly:

Maggie: LOOK AT MY BABIES. That hat!! Why does Harlow look like she’s about to lead a rebellion?!

Y/N: Because she probably is.

The group finished the final stretch of the tour—crossing a grand marble hallway with columns and a huge exit foyer where the buses waited outside in the sun. The kids were energized, talking about muskets and old coins.

And that’s when Talia froze.

“Mommy… is that Daddy?”

Y/N’s head snapped up.

Outside the tall glass doors, two figures in dark suits were sprinting across the plaza, weaving between pedestrians. One of them was OA—her husband—his badge out, gun holstered, eyes locked on two suspects making a break for it.

Next to him? Maggie, determined as ever.

“Oh no,” Y/N whispered, eyes narrowing.

One suspect veered toward a side alley. OA followed without hesitation and tackled him hard to the ground, knee to his back, cuffs already in hand.

The second suspect bolted toward the museum steps.

Y/N’s protective instincts kicked in. “Miss Reyes, get the kids on the bus. Now.”

The teacher didn’t ask questions. Y/N was already moving.

She sprinted across the marble floor and out into the courtyard, intercepting the second suspect as he reached the sidewalk. Timing it just right, she shifted her weight, stuck her foot out, and caught him mid-stride.

He stumbled—hard—crashing to the pavement. Before he could recover, she was on him, knee pressing down, one hand on her spare cuffs clipped inside her purse.

“Federal agent,” she said calmly. “Stay down.”

Behind her, the tour bus erupted into cheers.

When OA came jogging up, dragging his suspect with him, he burst out laughing at the sight of his wife expertly cuffing the guy in front of a group of cheering first graders.

Maggie leaned over, catching her breath. “Okay, remind me never to underestimate you in ballet flats.”

“Noted,” Y/N said dryly.

They both looked toward the bus. Talia and Harlow were standing in the window, saluting with both hands, beaming.

Maggie nearly doubled over laughing. “You two have the coolest kids.”

“I’ll take that as a win.”

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The suspects were booked within the hour. Y/N filed a witness statement while Maggie handled the rest. OA offered her a ride, but she waved him off.

“I’ve still got sandwiches to eat and juice boxes to open,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “We’ll meet you later.”

By the time the girls were home from school, OA pulled into the driveway with a soft smile and two bags of cookies from the café down the street. The twins ran into his arms, talking over each other.

“Daddy, we saw you run so fast!”

“You tackled a real bad guy!”

“And Mommy kicked one!”

They all laughed as they went inside, collapsing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and warmth.

Over dinner, the girls retold the museum adventure five times, dramatically acting out the takedown. OA and Y/N exchanged loving, amused glances. Their lives were never normal, but they were perfect in their chaos.

Later, after bath time, the family curled up in the twins’ bedroom for storytime. OA read from a picture book while Y/N braided Talia’s hair.

“And then the agent said, ‘Not today, criminal!’ and kicked him right in the shin—”

“That’s what Mommy did!” Harlow squealed.

Eventually, the girls drifted off to sleep, their hands still tucked in their parents’. OA carried Harlow to her bed while Y/N kissed Talia’s forehead, brushing a curl from her eyes.

They met in the hallway outside, quiet finally descending.

“She’s right, you know,” OA whispered, arms slipping around Y/N’s waist. “You did look kind of cool out there.”

“I don’t need to impress a bunch of six-year-olds,” she teased, kissing his jaw. “Just you.”

“Well,” he said, leaning in, “consider me impressed.”

They smiled, wrapped in the comfort of the night, hearts full.

Together, they walked into their bedroom, knowing tomorrow would bring more cases, more chaos—but for tonight, they had peace.

And maybe, just maybe, their daughters would dream of saving the world—just like their parents.

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The End.