#I mean his bot is supposed to be not the most powerful

[tapakah0]

AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN TELLO BOT

[mangalho]

Ex-warbot OC

They don’t have names yet.

The two bots with the scary faces were specifically made for war, and now that it’s over, they still maintained their original ‘warface’ even though it has stigma associated to it. Many robots changed their faceplates post-war, as it made it easier to find jobs and not get into unnecessary conflict.

The sleeker looking guy used to be in their company, though he wasn’t made in the same factory as them; he isn’t their ’batch-mate’.

After the war he completely modified his frame, and now has an idol career. He desperately wats to erase his past, as people (and robots alike) will respond better to a ‘new’ and untainted idol.

The two warface bots are “brother and sister” and they do odd jobs here and there to make ends meet and to be able to afford things they want. Rich people hire them as bouncers a lot since they are a symbol of terrible times. Sometimes they earn 15k in one night for just one gig it’s crazy. They both really love clothes since it distances them from their body’s original purpose while simultaneously not erasing their past. Also they look cute and cool!

The idol bot once meets the warfaces by chance in the street and pretends he doesn’t know them AGAHAKALAK I think he’s insane… completely erasing your past and the person you were is psychopathic to me idk. Anyway

There arent a lot of warfaces going around anymore. since they either died during the war or changed their frames. Pre-war bots were re-fitted during the conflicts and just had to go back to their former unweaponized frames after it was all over so they’re fine.  All of these robots can download information and i want that type of learning to mostly disappear if its deleted, but if they learn things like we do or experience real events, those memories and skills can’t really truly be erased; if they do try erasing them, they will still remember them, just not with HD video clarity, which brings them immense suffering sometimes. “How to people live like this?!” Well buddy it sucks idk we all cope

Newly minted robots are wack because they don’t exactly have a ‘soul’ yet they just do things they’re supposed to do, but after some time, all of them actually develop real awareness and shit… my war bots had like a 78% chance of dying everyday when they were activated, but they survived and attained sentience at like one year post birth and they wised up rly fast after that. They remember their first year, but they describe it as a ‘weird haze’

These robots feel pain so they wont like dive into a hole or damage themselves too much. Self preservation means longer-lived machines which means less repair costs and less human lives on the line as well.. slay !!!

While the conflicts went on, most robots achieved sentience and decided to stop fighting so there was like a robots rights movement and eventually the war stopped altogether and now the robots have a salary and a normal life mostly. They arent organics, so they need other things. They are solar powered and need oil sometimes and also they need new nanomachines once in a while like we need vaccines. Get your boosters… its not just tetanus and coronavirus anymore now they gotta think about like..the trojan horse 9000

I want them to have this aversion to organic things dying bc they are universally gross. Like they dont like seeing living-machines die either but a rat being squished by a car is also gross!

There are probably some tensions between humans and robots but like i kinda get it bc i wouldnt mess with a guy who has like lead pipes for arms. also most robots ARE normal but some are insane idk 🙆‍♀️🤷‍♀️ just  like people are.

 mine are normal tho they’re just vibing 💖🗣🤙

[worldlxvlys]

heyy an, i miss u sm so i got a request!! what if u start a sturniolo little sister thing (c.ai doesn't feed me enough) basically the plot i wrote on c.ai is reader (she has a name on c.ai but just go with y/n ig) is about to leave to go to a party in a sort of "revealing" outfit (it's not actually that revealing the triplets are just overprotective as shit in my plot) and they notice a few she's been wearing more revealing outfits these days and they lowkey wonder why. (that's not actually what happens in my plot but i'm gatekeeping it bc it's my comfort c.ai bot) and then you can go from here i guess!! in my plot, reader is a very whiny, easily annoying and whimpery girl, ykwim? like she's so easily hurt / upset. that's one of her main traits so hope it helps the development of the fic! ilysm🫶🏻

stand out

sturniolo triplets x sister! reader

warnings: cursing, mention of shitty ex

a/n: kind of got carried away, hopefully you like it tho

ily <33

“you’re not leaving in that” chris stated for about the fifth time that night. i was starting to get annoyed.

i’ll admit that my shorts were on the shorter side, but everything was covered.

“why chris? why do you care about what i put on my body?”

his jaw clenched as he let out a heavy sigh.

catching onto the annoyance that was written all over chris’s face, matt stepped in.

“look, what you decide to wear is completely up to you, we aren’t going to tell you what you can and can’t wear.” he placed his hand on my shoulder gently.

“we’ve just noticed that your outfits have been a little more on the revealing side lately-“ i cut him off, already knowing where this conversation was heading.

“ we? so you guys talk about how i dress when i’m not here?” his mouth opened and closed like a fish as my question caught him off guard.

nick then pitched in, “look, we’re genuinely just worried about you. we want to make sure you’re safe”

“i’m fine guys, seriously. i mean, everybody wants to stand out, right?” i watched as all of their faces dropped as they began to catch on.

matt tilted his head at me, “is this about your ex?” i let out a sigh at this.

he knows me too well.

when i broke up with my ex, matt was the person i leaned on. chris and nick were there for me, of course, but matt was the person who took me for late night drives to cheer me up. so, naturally, i spoke to him the most about my feelings.

when i was dumped, my ex told me i was just like every other girl and i tried too hard to fit in. while i tried to act like his words held no affect on me, they hurt me deeply.

they rang through my head constantly, no mater what i did. but, i didn’t want to completely change just because a man decided to use my biggest insecurity against me. so, instead, i decided to switch up my style.

what i failed to realize, however, was that my brothers were able to read me like a book.

and while the change in clothing choice was cute, it wasn’t me. it was uncomfortable.

“i hate that he still has so much power over me. it’s like no matter what i do, i can always hear his comments about me in my head.” i finally spoke.

“what did he say to you?” chris asked, growing concerned.

i looked down at this, feeling tears start to prick at the corner of my eyes.

“pretty much that there was nothing special about me and that i’m boring” i shrugged my shoulders, swallowing the lump that began to form in my throat.

“well he’s just flat-out wrong” chris stated, as though it was the most obvious thing he’s ever said.

i furrowed my eyebrows as i stared at him in confusion.

“um, hello? you’re literally the most insane person i’ve ever met”

i looked at him crazily, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“you’re the only person i’ve ever met that goes running for fun. that is borderline psychotic” i narrowed my eyes at him. “trust me, you’re not like any other girl” he finished.

i playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“plus” matt began, “isn’t this the same dude that thought that googled why he had a headache and was fully convinced he was dying?” i couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

nick then joined in, “besides, that motherfucker talks like he’s reading from a script written by the ginny and georgia writers, i promise you’re not missing out”

this sent the three of us into laughing messes. chris reached out for something to hold onto as he started to fall and, seeing as i was standing right next to him, that happened to be me.

chris clutched onto my shoulders as he began to bring me down with him, and the four of us doubled over in laughter.

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[moonrisecoeur]

heheheheheh re6 vampirehunter!leon meeting vampire!user and he’s like so cocky and arrogant only to be absolutely ruined and submissive to vampire!user i’m giggling n twirling my hair

omg anon sorry this took so long to answer i had to wait until my brain was working again but like. wow. love this concept!! i feel like i might have seen this before i think it might have been a cai bot??? not sure but whatever the case u are so big brain

i lowkey kinda hate this but i hope u don't lol

his whole life he's been taught to kill a vampire on sight, no exceptions. they kill innocent people!! and steal their blood!! so obviously being the selfless hero that leon is, he takes up the role as a vampy hunter and tries to keep his village safe. he's killed dozens of vampires in his life, keeping his family and friends safe. he doesn't care that it's a risky profession. he has people to protect.

but when he hears rumors of a vampire living on the outskirts of town, in an abandoned building that no one dared to enter, he knew it was his job to take care of this vampire.

and yet he goes to find them and they are just absolutely not what he expected. most vampires try to be all sultry and seductive to distract him, or some become violent right away. but this one, you, just spoke to him like a regular person.

"stay where you are," he says, his silver dipped knife to your throat.

'come now, human boy. let's not good too ahead of ourselves' the last one had said to him. they taunted him, tried to seduce him.

"i don't understand why you are after me. i haven't killed a human in... hundreds of years," you say to him, letting him keep you in a vulnerable position. there's this air of arrogance to you that leon can't help but despise.

"you're a vampire."

"and yet, you humans only seem to come after me."

"i am not going to be swayed with words," he scowls, "you're a monster."

"then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head back to gaze at him, glaring to be more precise, but you weren't planning on him being so attractive. when did human men get so pretty?

he blinks, almost confused. he expected a bit more effort to get away, but it almost seemed like you knew he wouldn't.

and, for some reason he can't describe, he eventually releases you, and you immediately struggle for the knife, throwing it to the other side of the room, and within a millisecond he's underneath you, your glaring red eyes peering down at him. he's not showing it, but he's petrified.

"this is... much more comfortable," you chuckle.

"wait, shit, i'm sorry, please don't..." he stuttered. poor thing, he's actually scared.

your fangs are inches away from his neck and he seem to be begging with his eyes for you to please, oh god please have mercy on him. he looks so ripe for the taking, it would be so easy to pierce his skin with your fangs and just... just ruin him. leave his body a lifeless corpse... or potentially make him like you. that would be a perfect irony, wouldn't it? a vampire hunter being turned into a vampire? how tragic.

he can't help the sob that escapes him, "please, i- i don't want to die.." he cries.

and you know what? maybe he's doing it to get your guard down, feed your ego. i mean, he obviously knows yours is large. and yet... some part of you thinks it's not an act, that he's genuinely scared. but whatever the case, it does feed your ego.

"will you be good, human?"

he nods, desperately, afraid for his life. and when you get off of him, and offer him a hand to get back up, he doesn't know whether to be wary or grateful, or both.

your arrogance makes you... hard to get along with, but leon can tell you're much more powerful than any of the vampires he's killed in his entire life.

but he supposes you're not completely awful. you didn't kill him. you let him escape the first time, clutch his sliver knife to his chest as he ran out of your home. you eye him cautiously. something in you.... liked that human boy.

he returns again, this time to apologize. he felt the need to kill you because you were a vampire even though you weren't threatening anyone. you were oddly docile for such a scary, and insanely powerful vampire. you were truly nothing he'd seen before.

this time, though, he doesn't hold a knife to your neck, instead just nervously wandering around the place you have made your home. it's almost sad to him how lonely you must be.

in any case, even a human man trying to kill you counts as company, so you haven't been completely against his presence in your life.

plus, when you finally do end up seducing him, as he knew you would. he's incredibly pliable, somewhat nervous, and while obedience doesn't seem to come easy to him, you make it easy for him.

andddddd then u proceed to fuck his brains out until he can't do anything but lie there uselessly while you suck the blood out of his body but i digress.

you obvi try not to kill him when you take his blood but he's so yummy!! how could you not!! such a delicious little human.

[miscling]

Maid-Bot L1N

'Dude! I told you I didn't want a maid-bot! Tell me you didn't spend this month's rent on this thing!'

Calling him 'dude' was a bad sign. He'd be in real trouble if he didn't explain himself, and quickly. She'd walked in while he was busy adjusting its dress and gently tucking its pig-tailed hair back behind its ears and face-plate. It stood motionless, wearing a plain black maid dress with a while apron, and a white bow at its collar. On its feet were some short frilled socks and a pair of shiny black shoes.

'Maid-bot, Present mode,' he said, and it tucked its arms behind its back.

'Hon, please, I didn't spend a penny on it. Its previous owners moved house and couldn't be bothered to take it with them. It's just been hanging out on the internet desperately doing whatever anyone wants in hopes of finding a new home... I had to take it in.'

'No you didn't,' she said, though the annoyance in her voice almost melted into sympathy. 'Where are we going to keep it? I refuse to sleep with that thing in the room...'

'No, absolutely not,' he said with a smirk. 'Don't worry, I already solved that problem. You know that one cupboard we've been meaning to clean out but never got around to?'

'You didn't?' she asked, disbelief on her face.

'Nope, I didn't. It did.' The statement held way too much pride for someone who only gave an order to get it done.

'I thought maid-bots were sex toys?'

'It's both. Maid-bot, go do the washing up.'

The pair watched as it silently marched to the kitchen and began the task it was given. The sink was full of old dishes and a week's worth of cutlery. The maid-bot assumed the task, working diligently.

'It'll do the housework then?' she asked, almost afraid to consider the possibilities.

'It will,' he said. 'All we need to do is keep it powered. It charges from tactile stimulation.'

'What the hell does that mean?' she asked.

'Fuck it, beat it, tickle it, touch it,' he answered. 'You keep saying you need to find a toy that'll take everything you can throw at it, and this thing is not only tough, but also self-cleaning...'

She couldn't help but think of the pile of sex toys she'd let get gross because she hadn't had time to clean them.

'I already had it clean them,' he said, reading her mind. 'It came with a hole down there and attachments, and if you want I can get it a realistic face-plate, or one with just a mouth.'

'I'd rather it kept looking like a bot, to be honest, but what's with the cat ears?'

He gave a little laugh. 'It comes with kitty programming. It's actually quite cute when active.'

'It's not going to be wandering the house meowing, is it?'

'Oh, no, I know how you feel about vocal protocols on bots. The first thing I did was disable them. The most it'll do is moan while we charge it. It's an object to do our housework and bring us pleasure. Watch this: Maid-bot, send selfie.'

It silently moved, posing itself to the light and striking a pose. A second later, a ping on his phone alerted him to a notification.

'Hmm...' she thought to herself, and breathed a heavy sigh. 'I suppose it has been a long day already. I was going to go upstairs and take it out on my toys but I guess...' she paused and regarded the maid-bot. 'Maid-bot, go upstairs and ready yourself to please me.'

It nodded, silently heading towards the stairs...

He smiled. 'Just don't break it. We did only just get it...'

'No promises,' she said, a sadistic smile crossing her lips.

He had won. She liked it, and soon the house was filled by the sounds of her enjoying and using it...

It is maid day! I had this idea while doing all my housework on my weekly maid day, where I put on a maid dress and get my housework done, so I can have a little fun while I'm at it... If you like this story, I have others under the Miscling Writes tag!

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hi I wanna know how would the tfa bots elite guard and cons react to meeting a female bot who is like Barbie who came to life by an allspark fragment and developing a crush on her

-Optimus feels ashamed of his crush because he doesn't think he's worth her. She's just so... so perfect. Beautiful, kind, funny, intelligent. She's got it all and Optimus doesn't. He'll probably try to avoid her for some time after realizing how he feels about her.

-If Optimus feels ashamed then Ratchet feels embarrassed. He's an old mech, past his best years and he's not supposed to go after some young, pretty bot that's just started figuring out life. Not to mention that he's long since given up on having a love life. Like Optimus he'll probably avoid her if possible in an attempt to smother these feelings.

-Despite his claims, Bumblebee don't have a lot of experience with lady-bots. You know what, scratch that. He's got ZERO experience. That doesn't mean he'll dive right in and do his best to impress her. Super nervous about making a fool out of himself but he masks this with false confidence. Starts stumbling over his words whenever she smiles at him though.

-Bulkhead in love is just so wholesome. He realizes he's got a crush on her when he finds himself painting nothing but portraits of her. Tries to woo her the old fashioned way, with flowers and poems about how pretty her optics are. Will ask her to model for his paintings as an excuse to spend time with her.

-For Prowl, him having a crush is divided in two parts. First, he ignores it. Ignores her. Tries to be smooth about how he leaves when she shows up but he's just desperately trying to avoid her so he won't fall deeper in love. But he can't focus on anything, all his thoughts keeps drifting back to her so eventually he accepts it. Now he's determined to woo her though he feels intimidated by how amazing she is. How is he supposed to prove himself?

-It's been centuries since Ultra Magnus last had a crush but he just can't help it with this bot. She's everything he looks for in a conjux. Graceful, gentle, determined, intelligent, kind. She would make a perfect First Conjux (cybertronian version of First Lady). Now, he's not been in the dating game since he was a new frame but he's still confident that he can muster up the old charm.

-Fuuuuuck, Sentinel is so damn annoying about his crush. He flirts, says a million different pick up lines that makes everyone else cringe yet he fails to notice how hard he's failing. In his mind, a perfect mech like him deserves nothing less than a perfect bot like her. Thinks she's got a crush on him just because he can't imagine otherwise. Tries to impress her all the time.

-Jazz, just like Sentinel, flirts, but he's so much better at it. At first the flirting is mostly playful, trying to test the waters and see if she's interested, and once he's more confident then he'll lay it on real thick. Loves coming up with improvised love songs on the spot, singing about her many amazing qualities.

-The jettwins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, are like two puppies the way they follow her around, desperate for any scrap of attention. Like, they are down BAD. They hang onto her every word and think she's the most incredible bot in the world. Desperately try to impress her.

-Every lord needs a lady and that includes warlords so of course Megatron is determined to make her his. While she's a little too kind for the position as Lady of the decepticons he doesn't mind it. Her intelligence and charm more than makes up for it. Super suave with his flirting.

-Starscream tries so badly to impress her, be it with his intelligence, power or by flying. He tries to to act confident and suave with her but the moment she does anything he feels completely lost because she does everything with such ease. She's naturally graceful, doesn't even have to try to make people like her and that's everything Starscream wishes he had.

-She's got Blitzwing's personalities rapid switching because they all want to spend time/look at her. Hothead's usual anger and bravado turns into a blustering mess around her and all he can say are simple sentences like "You're pretty" or "I want to hold your hand so badly". Gets so flustered by his admissions that he willingly switches out. Icy is better, he is calmer about his crush and tries to woo her by being a gentleman. Too bad Random suddenly switches in and ruins it by saying that he wants to eat her so they can be together forever. Awkward.

-Look, Lugnut already got a conjux that he loves and adores so he feels super guilty about his crush. Whenever he sees this bot he will shout at them to stay away, calling her a temptress. Secretly though he's wondering if Strika would like to meet her. He's pretty confident that she'd like this bot and she's always been up for a third.

-Shockwave is torn between acting professional and ogling her like an idiot. She's perfect in every way, sense and form and he'd be an idiot to just ignore her. But because she's so perfect he finds himself so taken off guard that he doesn't know how to react.

-Yeah, Blackarachnia feels terrible. She's got a crush on her bot at the same time she's super jealous. This bot is beautiful and highly sought after by everyone and she feels so lacking in comparison to them. Might try to flirt but honestly don't think it will go anywhere, even if they for some reason were interested. Blackarachnia simply couldn't bear constandly comparing herself to this perfect bot.

[cybertron-after-dark]

what is wayward sparks :0?

YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD >:3

This is gonna end up being a long ass post about my very goofy iterations of my blorbos and the unbelievably fucked up version of Cybertron they inhabit, so to spare those of y'all that mostly follow me for the canon tf content, I'll just put all this under the cut

To summarize, wayward sparks is the non-existent tf cartoon I've been Envisioning for a few months that starts off goofy and low-stakes but gets progressively more and more fucked up as it goes. The absolutely BRAINLESS lookin bumblebee I keep posting is supposed to be from this AU, as well as the borderline catgirl skywarp, the really grumpy Optimus, and most of the other tfa-esque redesigns I draw.

The Story

Cybertron's been at war for millennia, everyone's sick and tired of it, especially the Decepticons. They're backed into a corner, being captured and killed left and right, and a loss is just around the corner if they don't do something drastic.

So Megatron does something very drastic indeed.

He steals the Allspark, in a heist that, frankly, should've gotten his entire high command killed (though, very suspiciously, they suffered no casualties and got out unscathed, save for Blitzwing, who clipped a wing), with the intent to ambush the Ark, and finally neutralize the greatest threat to his movement and his people: Optimus Prime. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the Allspark doesn't particularly like being used as a weapon and instead decides to put everyone in timeout on an isolated little backwater planet called earth until they can learn to get along and stop trying to kill each other.

Team Prime (Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Prowl) are all WOEFULLY unprepared to be stranded on an alien planet with only each other, Decepticon High Command (Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, and Lugnut), and the very strange, very small, and VERY trigger happy humans populating the tiny rural forest town they managed to crash near.

Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, the remaining Decepticons are trying their damnedest to keep hidden, and survive underground, and the Autobots try to figure out what to do while their leader is missing. While the Autobots are left floundering without Optimus, the other active Primes and their followers (Sentinel Prime, Rodimus Prime and Windblade Convoy (yes I know she's not a prime anywhere else but let her girlboss)) try to garner favor with the Senate by picking up the slack, and taking the Decepticon problem into their own hands.

The Autobots

Aka, Optimus Prime's merry band of dysfunctional freaks.

Optimus had to find out the hard way that being a Prime means a direct connection in his mind and spark to an eldritch, incomprehensible god that likes trolling. So now he has to hear Primus in his head at random saying shit that does not make sense. And now that he's in there it's kind of a no takesies backsies situation

While being a Prime is supposed to grant you a degree of divine power, that power is only made manifest through strong dedication to a bot and to a cause. That intense loyalty is also what allows you to handle the connection in the first place. Primes that become disillusioned with their masters have a track record of going completely mad. Unfortunately for Optimus, pretty soon into his career as a prime, the Senator he swore loyalty to disgraced himself hard enough to be sentenced to shadowplay and empurata. Senator Alpha Trion ended up taking him in so he could keep functioning as a prime. It'd be a shame to lose such a talented bot. And with the whole threat of lovecraftian madness looming over his head, he pours his whole spark into following his every order.

Bumblebee is not a Prime, nor is he even particularly religious (even though his boss has a god that's taken up residence in his head) but for reasons nobody can quite seem to decipher, Primus absolutely loves the little gremlin, which manifests as Bumblebee having impossibly good luck.

There's not a situation he can't fling himself into headfirst and wildly intoxicated that he can't come out of with barely a scratch. It's actually given him a pretty warped perception of the war and hardship in general. He really wants everyone to just stop worrying so damn much. Everything always works out in the end, right? So why does everyone gotta be so grouchy all the time? Especially Prowl.

Prowl cannot fucking stand Bumblebee.

This mostly stems from the fact that the little yellow bastard seems 100% intent on making him "happy" and refuses to leave him the fuck alone. Prowl is, to put it bluntly, really fucking depressed. Originally, his function was law enforcement, but he became quickly disillusioned with the job when he realized just how corrupt the Praxus police force really was. When he quit, he felt he lost his purpose, stuck living with nothing to make of himself. Joining the Autobots was supposed to fix him, but even though he's started to turn his life around, he can't say he feels much better. He spends most of his time holed up in his quarters, either maintaining the team's weaponry or just binging old datatrax on teletraan-1.

Oh, and ever since he got to Earth and found out about anime, he's gotten to be a bit of a weeb

Taking care of the team's medical affairs is Ratchet, and even if he wasn't a massive perfectionist he'd have his work cut out for him. His entire team is prone to making stupid, reckless decisions that end in somebody getting disassembled somehow. Their erratic, chaotic behavior makes his processor ache just thinking about it. Unfortunately Ratchet is pretty paranoid, and generally unable to think about anything other than how wrong everything can go all the time.

He typically tries to put forward a very straight laced, very orderly image of himself, but it's a bit difficult to keep up that demeanor when the overthinking spiral takes him. And nobody makes him spiral quite like Wheeljack.

Wheeljack is generally just here to blow shit up and do some Weird Science. Typically this results in Jackie himself getting blown apart with whatever he's trying to explode, but he had a blocker installed for most of his pain sensors ages ago, so he doesn't mind too much. Especially not when there's a top notch medic he loves to annoy that can put him back together when that happens.

And when the good doctor gets completely tired of his shit, he's got his good buddy and lab partner Bulkhead to help him out too.

Bulkhead is a sensitive type, and largely considered to be the voice of reason on the team. Unfortunately, he often has trouble making his voice heard to begin with. He tends to be pretty quiet and really bad at voicing his thoughts, especially when those thoughts are about something that stresses him out. Given he works with Wheeljack, it's a miracle he isn't nonverbal entirely.

He loves his friend, he really does, but it gets frustrating seeing him get blown apart so often Bulkhead worries for his safety because Wheeljack seems to be incapable of worrying about his own. It's pretty easy for him to get caught up in Ratchet's overthinking episodes with his own anxiety until someone snaps them both out of it

How all of them have managed to survive this long, let alone nearly win the war, is anyone's guess.

[Apparently I just hit the image limit so I'll do the cons in a reblog lmao]

[happysaddca]

Can you hear the maniacal laughter of someone who thought he was burnt out from his fucking masters in fine arts only to be unleashed and write over 5k words in two days?

It's me. Hi, I'm still working out the kinks for the Constellations redux and I'm honestly feeling pretty pleased. Probably gonna have a piece for Sun soon.

If you don't know what's happening, go here!

In theory, there are many positives to a second Daycare Attendant in any given pizzaplex, especially one so big and busy as here. They could act as a second in command at the daycare, or provide extra security, or even draw more people in to using the daycare while the primary Attendant continued their duties. In theory, the world was their oyster. 

Reality hit a bit different. 

Sunny has always been protective of his role as Attendant, which is understandable, given the virus and all that he and Moon had gone through. So the mere idea of sharing his space and duties was something that sent him into a bit of a tailspin. You’d barely suggested it before realizing how stupid of an idea it was, but it still took the better part of a day between you, Moon, and Gemma convincing Sunny that he was both allowed to be upset by the idea and to express that without feeling like he was going to be shut down or replaced. A second Attendant existing within fifty square miles of himself was putting him on edge enough. There was no way your Sun and Moon would be allowed to help in the daycare without someone suffering. 

Moon is more amenable to sharing his nightly duties, but given Sunny’s distress more is not much of a stretch when applied to “lukewarm lack of enthusiasm.” You’ve… had trouble reading this Moon. When you talk to him, you often catch him staring at your face or arm. He doesn’t mean to, but it makes you self-conscious, knowing that he’s all too aware that his own claws could fit neatly into the scarring left behind. Sunny had been eager to talk about it, to share the experience, you suppose, but Moon? 

Moon kept his thoughts of everything to himself. 

Of course, none of this mattered at all because ultimately the new Attendant couldn’t be caught by the higher ups. You and Gemma and Anika are taking a big risk rescuing and bringing back a decommissioned bot, let alone a duplicate, let alone the very bot that had you nearly fired after nearly dying. All the ways you tried to spin this into a positive paled at the fact that you and your friends would very much be fired and imprisoned, your Attendant shut down and probably scrapped, and Sunny reprogrammed if you were caught. 

They spent most of their time around the bakery. 

That’s because you spent most of your time at the bakery. You don’t like it as much as the overnight janitor gig, and sometimes you’re asked to man the till and have to put up with parents and guardians poorly disguising their horror at your mangled face, but it’s where the powers that be decided you belonged now. You make cakes and cookies and avoid the front of the little building with the creepy cupcake statues and staring adults as much as possible. 

I’m coming up.

There is one benefit to your Attendant’s new body: wifi accessibility. You can text them now. And you do, constantly, backfilling the years with memes and stories and pictures and videos you’d saved just for them. It also meant that when you decided to do something vaguely fool-hardy, like climb into the rafters to find Moon, you could warn them and know that they’d be above the bakery within minutes. 

You’ve barely made it to the top of the ladder when oversized hands wrap around your torso, helping lift you into the rafters with your weight roughly held about your armpits. Record timing. You give a wiggle, giggling at the gravelly tut it elicits. “You are going to hurt yourself climbing up here.” 

“But I wanted to see you and Sun.” You do wait until Moon’s set you solidly on one beam, turning in its hands and pushing into it for a hug. You can hear it mechanicals ticking away inside its chest, solid and comforting and real. And you can feel when it leans down, its teeth pressing gently into your hairline in a pantomime of a kiss. “You can’t come down when the plex is open, and I’ve got a lunch break anyway.” 

“No lunch,” Moon says, and you lift your head to glare at him. The glare is ruined by your inability not to smile. 

“Tell Sun if she wants to critique me, she has to come out herself and not send our boyfriend to do the pestering.” You push up on tiptoes, and Moon immediately moves to support you, keeping you centered on the wide beam and safe in the loop of its arms. You lean against it, fingers catching at the edge of Moon’s faceplate to tug down (it’s not fair, even with this shorter unit you still barely make it to their shoulders). You kiss Moon’s teeth and nose, peppering your lips over unyielding silicone while a laugh bubbles up in Moon’s speakers. It’s Sun’s laugh, almost, just pitched down and made a mess. But it’s a relief too, knowing Sun is still there. 

“Gemma is trying to source parts for a new exoskeleton.” You’re sitting with a sandwich Moon had fetched from the bakery fridge, eating one handed. The other is too busy holding Moon’s. “It’s just been difficult with the faceplate. Your old one was pretty unique for the attendant lines I guess.” 

“We appreciate the costumer replicating our old outfit.” Moon shifts, running its free hand down the blue striped pants covered in soft silver stars. “As much as we appreciate our twins’ looks, it was rather jarring to awaken like that.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. We probably should’ve waited for you to look more like yourself but I was selfish.” The prickle of self-doubt isn’t helped any by the soft bonk from Moon against the side of your head. “You can’t deny it Moony. If I had been more patient, maybe Sun would be willing to come out.” 

“The Sun will rise soon. They just need time.” It’s an ill comfort, and your sandwich feels dry in your mouth. You chew hard to swallow. “She loves you.” 

“I know.” You squeeze its hand tightly, pulling it into your lap. You’d lean—but you are a good forty feet off the ground and terrified of heights. Even having your legs dangling off the edge like this is vaguely terrifying. “I still miss her. I wish we could talk directly because I’m still worried about everything t-that… everything that happened.” Ugh, you’re crying around your fake eye. It’s the weirdest feeling, still being able to cry out that socket, not having any control over it. You have to let go of Moon’s hand to scrub at it, the eye rolling uncomfortably under your palm. 

“The other Sun talked to us a little about the virus.” Moon’s hand joins yours, pulling your hand away so it can lift your chin and fix the eye for you. You try to hold still, face growing warm as you find yourself staring at Moon’s hat. “About the conversations you’ve had with him.” 

“No wonder my ears have been burning,” you mumble, closing your eyes once Moon’s fingers were clear. His hand didn’t leave, and you lean into it, kissing his palm. 

Moon laughs his normal laugh, thumb stroking over the uneven texture of your face. “If that were the case, you would be burning all the time. Sun and I have had much to talk about.” 

There’s another moment of fear and self-doubt, did I do the right thing, what if they hate each other, what if they’ve hurt each other, but Moon’s voice cuts through the fog. “—blame me.”

“Huh?” 

Moon laughs again, more softly this time. “Cotton in your ears Starlight? I said, Sunny explained how you’ve never, not once, blamed me.” 

“Why on earth would I blame you for anything?” you ask, and Moon’s fans pick up, the LED lights of his eyes flickering. Oh, have you upset it? It’s harder to tell with this faceplate, but the fans are usually a decent indicator of some major emotional change.

“Because of this.” Moon’s grip tightens on your cheek, just briefly, dropping down to the scarring on your throat next. “This. And here.” Its fingers are invasive, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, pulling at the straps of your elbow brace. “You’re scarred, mutilated, by my hands.” It pauses as it pushes up onto your shoulder, under your shirt. Just Moon’s fingers are big enough to cover the entire joint, its palm pressing lightly against your upper arm. It’s not even that you’re small. “You would be dead if it weren’t for Sun.” 

“I would’ve been dead if it weren’t for both of you.” You take Moon’s hand, pulling it free of your sleeve. You can’t quite look Moon in the eye, knowing that your broken socket is already leaking (you can hardly call it crying). You push on the tip of Moon’s fingers, watching the claw flip up like a switchblade, testing the tip of it. It’s blunter than before, but the thin metal still hurts as it presses against your finger. Moon pulls away. leading you to chase after its hand and hold it tight once more. 

“I don’t remember much of that night,” you admit, your voice going soft to keep from cracking. “I don’t remember most of the year after either. The doctors say I got thrown really hard and cracked the back of my skull. Like reverse whiplash from a car accident.” Moon tries to pull away again, but when you hold on, it has to stop or risk unbalancing you. “Don’t. I don’t blame you Moon; I never have. Because you could’ve killed me from the very start and you didn’t. We both know you’re faster than me, even without the wire.” 

There’s a click from its voice box, but you shake your head hard, sniffling. “No, shut up, I’m not done. You’re faster than me. You’re stronger than me, but it’s my right side that’s all messed up, not my left.” Not your dominant hand, your artist hand, as Sun had taken to calling it. “You were holding back.” 

“You can’t know that.” Moon’s voice clicks audibly, erroring out into static as his fans pick up. He can’t pull his hand away; you’ve got it with both of yours now. “Sun held me back.” 

“You could’ve shut him out,” you retort, and you do look at Moon then, the dimness of his eyes a dead giveaway for how little he’s enjoying the conversation. You don’t like it either, but this is important, and you’ve been holding it in since your first conversation with Sunny. “The other Attendant told me. His Moon blocked him out entirely. They couldn’t communicate, and he couldn’t see anything when he wasn’t in control. He never had a chance to Eclipse. But I remember that. I remember seeing Clips. I-I remember being held by you both.” 

Moon’s hand has curled up in yours like some dead thing, so you take the time to smooth out its fingers, pressing its palm over your sternum, roughly over your heart. Its fingers brush heavily over the bottom of your jawline. “This right here is because of you. That virus, whatever it was, would’ve killed me if you hadn’t held it back, if Sun hadn’t eclipsed you. Moon, you would never hurt me.” 

The words are an echo, a promise given, a promise kept in your mind. Moon is looking away again, hand pressed limply against your chest. You can feel the slow brush of its thumb against the scar tissue on your throat. You swallow, and its hand goes very still. 

“I hated it,” Moon finally says, lowering its hand until it sits in your lap. You take it with both of yours again, watching Moon as it stares down at the sparse crowd. Humans, parents and children and siblings milling about, eating and laughing and talking, the music just loud enough to drown them out. “The way Sun has described her anxiety, you your intrusive thoughts, it was like that. A constant, cloying need to give in. If I didn’t, if I refused, it dug in deeper, circling around, waiting for me to slip up and let the prompt through. And the games…” Moon stops itself, wiping at its faceplate. tugging at its hat until the bell jangled. “We stopped boogeyman, then chase, then Sun suggested we stop naptime until things were better. It wasn’t until I actually. Hurt.” 

When Moon stops again, you scoot a little closer, leaning into its space. “That’s when Sun banned me from the daycare,” you prompted softly, but Moon shook its head. 

“That was later. Sun caught me digging through our memory files, trying to sort where that thing had come from. And I’d been deleting other things without realizing. Or… it had been I suppose. Safety protocols. Mobility limiters on things like our claws. Files about you.” It holds there a moment, its hand on your lap turning to hold tight to your thigh. “That’s when Sun banned you and banned naptime. She tried to keep us safe in the daycare, and it, it worked mostly. I couldn’t hurt anyone if I wasn’t the primary program. Except for you.” 

It looks to you again, leaning close until it can gently bonk its faceplate against your temple. You smile weakly, pulling it down for a kiss, soft and short and once again a little awkward given the stiff, unexpressive material. You have to let go of Moon’s hand so you don’t feel off-balance, and you can feel it move up from your lap to your belly and side, holding you in place. “It hurt to be shut out but… I can’t say I did much better,” you mumble against Moon’s teeth. You are reluctant to pull away, face growing hot. “I just left. After I was released from the hospital, FazCo said that I could finish college and have my medical bills and tuition covered, or I could go to jail for interfering with their property. And I left.” Traitor tears are building into a great flood that can’t be sniffed away. “I left you and Sun to rot in the basement and I thought about that every day, not knowing if you’d been wiped clean or discarded entirely. Because I’m a coward Moon! If I had been braver, I could’ve saved you! We could’ve been together longer!” 

“Oh Starlight.” There’s a trip in Moon’s voice again, less gravel, more Sun, but it’s still Moon’s pet nickname, and Moon’s gentle hold that’s pulling you (still so high!) into its lap, tucking you against its chest so you can hear the thrum of its mechanicals through its exoskeleton. “You are no coward. You could’ve waited ten, a hundred, a thousand years, to find us again, and we never would’ve thought you a coward.”

You can’t help but let out a shaky giggle. “There’s no way I’d have been around in a thousand years.” 

“You never know,” Moon says, its voice catching into the tail end of a song. “And we would’ve loved seeing you again as much as we love seeing you now.” You’re safe in Moon’s arms, hugged tightly against its chest as it tilts its face down into your hair. “Seeing you, holding you, hearing you. We love you.” 

“I love you too.” You say the words into their neck ruffle, check pressed against the oversized bell that hides the clasp. You snuggle in deeper, ignoring the stiff wire holding the silk in place. “I missed you so much. I love you.” 

It takes a minute and for your phone to go off, your manager wondering where you’d disappeared to, for you to compose yourself. Moon helps you to the ground and you’re about to leave to finish your shift when you remember a question that’s been bothering you for a long time. 

“Moon?”

“Mm?” It’s busy fixing your shirt sleeve, fighting where the cuff is trying to curl up on itself. 

“When they shut you off, were you and Sun… separated?” 

Moon’s fingers pause, rubbing over the fabric instead. “Separated?” 

“You were Clips when we were found. Did they force you to restart before d-decommissioning you?” Were you and Sun alone when you were killed?

Moon must’ve picked up on the unasked question because its hand moves to cup your cheek, the unmarred side of your face soft and warm against its metal. “No,” Moon says softly. “We were still Eclipse when they shut us down. And you were still in our arms.” 

“Oh.” Your ribcage is suddenly too small for your heart, and you fling yourself into one last, bitterly tight hug. “I’ll see you after work.” 

“Don’t climb into the rafters,” Moon warns, and you can’t help but snort. 

“Why not? I know you’ll be there to keep me safe.” 

You know Moon’s current face is static, but you can’t help but think that it seems just a little happier as you disappear into the bakery to finish out the day. 

[crying-fantasies]

Creatorhood

Masterlist

IDW beast wars or the planet/colony of Eukaris wasn't as focused on as I was expecting.

Still, it gives me a lot of changes to go crazy over a whole new lore and AU.

Let's get it in this way, what could be seen of Eukaris is that they're divided in what they call tribes or clans, most of the mechs and femmes belong to one of the four main tribes depending in their alt mode as in the scale walker tribe (the reptile like ones), the wave walker tribe (the ones that have water oriented alt modes), the cloud walker tribe (the ones that can fly) and the fur walker tribe (the ones with, well, fur, maybe mammals as majority).

And then we've Airazor and Tigatron, a couple of outcast that choose one another in sacred conjunx ritual over their different tribes, which means leaving your tribe or choosing a conjunx of another clan is frowned upon since we can clearly see how Dinobot shut up Tigatron in a harsh manner even when the last one tried to be calm, it can be noticed how Tigatron takes it with such boredom, which shows it's not the first time it happens, and how Airazor reacts (totally and rightfully mad), it's obvious this is an everyday matter and everyone just goes along with it.

It is supposed that like in any other titan colony Eukaris has it's own hot spot, a couple, group or a single mech could go there and have a sparkling, a new spark that is going to take form and live on the custom of their tribe.

What could be the odds to have a sparkling that doesn't belong to their mentors frame or clan?

How would other mechs and femmes act upon this, as in, what would happen if a fur walker has a scale walker? Would the tribe expulse the pair or they would handle the sparkling to the respective tribe even when the mentor is trying to stop it?

That's something that bugs me, in bad manner for sure, especially when I think of Terraformer AU! Cheetor.

Being torn between being happy and terrified by such a joyful occasion, looking at his future cub's spark rest in your hands that starts to bleed, he doesn't care that even the circuits in his servos are exposed when he embraces you to his chest plate, burn skin and charred fur smell reaching his sensible nose and making it ache, still there is happiness that drips along around you, while he nuzzles his face over your head, purring contently when the first bits of protoform start to form around the new spark, his whole clan singing and congratulating you both when the spark gives off it's first pulse in the new body.

He is so happy, so content, he let's you rest with leaves and medicine around your hands, exhausted by the miracle of helping bring new life, mindful of how long it'll take for you to heal back, he'll take things over his own new repaired servos, brushing off any other tribe members that try to help him, taking care of the sparkling that starts to move little servos around, still not showing any discernable face or distinctive feature, but it was okay, his sparkling was supposed to take more time since you, his conjunx endurae, were human.

His happiness is what makes him overlook the first sound his sparkling does with a new formed intake, a hissing sound that takes Cheetor for surprise along with the little fangs, he is in beast form with his sparkling previously recharging over his big and soft paws, promptly cooing over his sparkling and proceed with a very affectionate grooming with his glossa, singing praises of how his sparkling is going to be such a brave warrior and hunter when the first sound out of the voice box is a hiss, such a fearless young cub that is already showing powerful fangs!

He notices, along the next days, how his sparkling likes to be warm than most other sparklings in the tribe, other bots tell him that's normal, but he only takes it as in a big favor to be close to him, close to you, and he can't really take his optics off the image of his little cub in a woven carrier made of vegetable fiber that strings the sparkling to your chest or the way you gently rock your body to get the feisty little fellow to sleep while he bites the woven plants before Cheetor stops the attack, he likes so much to see you carrying the baby, as you called the sparkling.

"Still not choosing a name?" you called out to him, looking how many datapads were scattered around him.

"I want the designation to be as accurate as possible" Cheetor beamed to you, taking advantage of his place seated on the floor to be in perfect place to kiss your neck, sparkling recharging over your little chest, "I'm going to the final round with Earthquake, Lionaxe or Flame claws"

"You aren't sure if bitty here is going to be a feline or whatever else" you laugh wholeheartedly, and in any other occasion Cheetor would've basked in the sound, but you are worried by the face he pulls, "hey, it ain't going to be that bad" you take his helm in your hands, kissing him softly, "dog, elephant, unicorn, whatever comes, we'll be proud" you tell him and he hears you with all his attention, he doesn't even want to think of any other possibility, his sparkling is a fur walker, Cheetor is sure, his feisty little cub.

That's what he says to himself, repeating like a mantra when he wakes up to the feeling of something moving strangely along his midsection just to find a big and long tail moving around the berth, in any other occasion he could be proud, just like when the bitty showed clawed servos that Cheetor proudly compared to his.

He couldn't compare his tail to the one his sparkling had, sleeping soundly while pressed to you in search of your warm body and keeping your beating heart near, in that moment, Cheetor could feel the dreariness of the situation, wake you up with an expression that showed his fear and how a plan was forming on his mind, you could only try to hear his explanation to what was happening, or to be more honest, what was going to happen when others got to see the sparkling.

Everyone noticed, as it seem, the different smell couldn't be covered by his own or yours, the sparkling own EM field reaching out.

"NO!" He cried out loud your name, hearing your own pleads, you calling out to him when a mech of the Scale walker tribe tried to take you away with your sparkling being protected by your soft, vulnerable body, telling you to come along for the benefit of your child, almost dragging you away, "No, please no, Optimus, do something, please!" Eukaris can sometimes be a harsh place, still reigned by old traditions that come from Onyx Prime's time, never once Cheetor questioned it, but now he can only try to move and reach out to you two, his own tribe holding him down and telling him this was for the best, how his cub would be better off within it's own kind and that you, as the carrier, should stay with your sparkling given the little mech's uniqueness.

He couldn't do anything, looking at Optimus, the leader of his clan, with pleading optics, but his great and strong leader could only do so much, his own human cub at his side, looking torn in what was happening and closing his dark eyes when the beastformer started to cry out loud for mercy, crying for his conjunx and his sparkling.

Such a thing have never happened before, sometimes the sparkling did have a different alt mode than the mentors, sure, but that was easily detected from the get go or the very first days, taking the sparkling to the correct tribe if needed.

Cheetor and you had yours for almost a complete solar rotation cycle when you were separated, that didn't change most of it, he was going to be there for his cub, not caring if he had to leave his own tribe behind and take you away from the other, lone groups were a thing, way more exposed to the dangerous environment and the idea of having a sparkling in those circumstances was suicidal, but he was going to get back his family or die trying.

Cheetor was at the edge of entering Megatron's domain when Primal stopped him and gave him another solution that he couldn't believe at first, but he was grateful, so, so grateful when you were returned to him and he could embrace you and his cub again after Primal made the announcement of his decision, leaving the Fur walker tribe and making his very own, one that could be joined by any eukarian that wanted to do so, some fur walkers joined him, most remained, and it was only a matter of time for all the outcasts to join too with a beastformer with the title of Primal.

It was going to be difficult, that was for sure, even finding a new territory was hard, but everything was paying off at the end of the day when he created a new home for you all, way more bigger than before taking in mind how big his sparkling already was, the scale walkers said something about a fast growing process and bigger appetite, but you two would get across the challenge.

"CHEETOR" your voice could be heard from a great distance, making him drop his hunt in the door of the hut and run to you.

"What?! Are you okay?! Something wrong?!"

"The baby changed, a baby snake, lizard, erm, I don't know!"

And maybe old traditions weren't so wrong when you hurriedly call for help when Viperus took a bite on Cheetor's tail and refused to let go, minutes later showing that your baby had poison when your conjunx was as stiff as a fallen log and foam was coming out his intake, still, the scale walkers that joined your outcast tribe helped just in time with their knowledge in poisonous chemicals.

It wouldn't be the last time Viperus poisoned Cheetor, but it was the first time that was unintentional.

[elfdragon12]

So I finally read the retro styled 2014 Transformers vs GI Joe crossover.

It was a wild ride from start to finish and a little incomprehensible from time to time (which I'm currently contributing to the parody styling).

Some stand out moments:

Yes. Dial Tone compared the incoming bots to Columbus at a Native American man. Spirit Iron-Knife feels appropriately.

The following comparison was not better.

MERP

And the way Starscream's head is poking out. XD

I OFFERED YOU PEACE AND YOU RAN ME OVER WITH YOUR CAR

... So Fort Max just vored these guys??

... Does anyone have a Cybertronian sized hankie?

He was, indeed, taking real~ good care of Duke's ma. If you know what I mean.

That in no way, shape, or form resembles Blackarachnia. Not even the tiniest bit. Can non Beast Wars writers and artists put in at least some effort? I know we're not supposed to take this crossover seriously, but everyone else gets to look like themselves! This design fits Airachnid better.

That's his whole thing. He's also a giant starfish.

This crossover is, clearly, serious business.

There are two different vore scenarios. This time, Megatron is the guilty party.

I have questions for why the inside of his mouth looks like that.

... Amazon... Prime. Amazon Prime. They really went there!

I also see him trying to copy the best Megatron.

Blaster and Wheeljack team up to show everyone the power of rock and roll!

Fort Max has a crown...

And Cerebros has a crown. Straight up Matryoshka here.

That is the most drawing of a dog.

They're just fighting on Megatron's head and it makes no nevermind to him, apparently!

This comic is super serious, guys.

YOINK

AMERICA!!!

Italy is a boot.

Have I mentioned how wild a ride this was?

... There are probably worse places his body could have ended up.

I'm not sure I enjoyed I enjoyed this series, but it was certainly an experience.

[instantartific]

God I'm still thinking about the hanahaki thing.

Because in everything I talked about, Neon doesn't actually interact with the 1010 member who's affected. He's just a conceptual threat: "if he finds out, I'm done for." He doesn't even need to do anything for the one to be feeling all these emotions to be terrified of him.

When in reality, he'd probably be... astonished by it.

If he ran some trials and did some testing, it'd be well clear that these vines and flower buds and thorns are all growing and coming from something inside the boy and didn't just get tangled in his workings somehow and keep growing from there.

Especially when he discovers how the plants react to him personally. What if the plants lash at him with a mind of their own and try to scratch and etch and dig deep into him with its thorns? What if they scutter back and try to get away from him the more he tries to investigate? Of course, in a slow winding way as plants would do, but in a way that's clearly alive and directly tied to whoever he's doing work on at the moment.

And the thought of him being baffled yet ecstatic at this, actually. Because this means that he's somehow found a way to simulate consciousness and emotions through the soldiers he's created. Of course, it's a bad thing in terms of those same soldiers being in pain and unable to operate properly, but fantastic in terms of his work with them!

More so when he tries to talk with them and it becomes oh so obvious that one of the greater reasons why these plants grew so out of control is due to him. Their [honestly very sound reasoning] that he'll consider the concept of machines made to make power that have their own will obsolete. And take that will from them.

The thought of Neon checking the other four and finding that all five of them have the hanahaki in them, in differing stages. All five of them were feeling these things they shouldn't have been and all five tried to hide it the best they could, if they even knew at all.

The thought of the one that was the most eroded being either Purl-hew or Eloni.

Purl-hew because he's supposed to be the one that's cool and composed, he's supposed to always be calm and collected, he has to have that image to upkeep. Sure, maybe there's a reason he keeps those sunglasses on even when he doesn't need to, but that can't be related, right? Sure, maybe he can't even look the others in the eyes, but that can't be related, right?

He just needs to keep his cool and the Captain doesn't need to know.

As for Eloni, he has so many things to have so many emotions for. Not having the fans' love, people getting tired of his jokes, being the most overlooked in the group, being the most gaudy, standing out the most—hell, even with his color, he stands out. Everyone else is a primary color and he's green. Even the way he SINGS isn't normal because he's the rapper of the group with a soft voice!

And Captain's the one who had to give all the most awkward and experimental qualities to him! Of course he'd hide it from him! I mean, he wouldn't be surprised if the man would take it as an excuse to rebrand him entirely...

Even if those two maybe had it the worst, the thought of them all sharing that fear of their Captain trying to take, well. Their fear away from them. Their will away from them.

(The thought of the boys failing to consider the program in which war bots were given false memories and simulated emotions for loved ones who may or may not exist in order to make them more efficient in their cause when considering how their Captain may or may not react.

The thought of them failing to consider that perhaps he'd consider this a breakthrough more than a hindrance, if he really insisted on seeing it as simulated and inhumane.

The thought of them collectively assuming he won't understand and that he'll hunt that of which he doesn't agree with to extinction.

Because, well. He IS a Captain.)

[owlhari]

Please info dump to me about this like omega AU you keep mentioning I’m so interested

omega blue!! my most beloved little world to write about. while i usually call it an AU to differentiate from what is actually canon to universe omega, everything is technically canon compliant. and that's what makes it fun! filling in all the holes left by canon.

my fic fractured mirror is a sort-of introduction, but i can't help myself so there's an infodump under the cut!

all we really know about universe omega is what's in the vice quadrant and its timeline on the website. while it covers the astronaut and cosmica's story pretty well, there's a lot of questions. like... what happened to spg?

the only thing we know is from the space giant. it says "the parallel universe i’m from / steam powered giraffe is done." the song takes place in 2015, so unless the space giant can time travel, that means spg as a band doesn't exist in 2015. so i thought, why? what about omega would be different?

nothing on the timeline directly points to a reason, though i suppose a butterfly effect thing might be possible. if omega's peter four doesn't become cosmo in 1962, other things could happen that snowballs into spg disbanding before 2015. but i came up with a far more angsty reason.

what if, after the 1950 incident where rabbit's core explodes, the incident that splits the universes in the first place... what if in omega, her blue matter core drains near completely? because it fuels her creativity, it would mean she can't write songs or do anything creative anymore. the bots would still form spg in 2008, but she wouldn't be present. without rabbit, there's a hole that can't be filled, and they quit after album one.

then fractured mirror happens and rabbit gets her blue matter back. but that doesn't mean the two universes are equal again. there's a lot of little differences.

like in canon, "on top of the universe" was written by rabbit in the eight minutes after she bought jenny the toaster. even if omega rabbit fell in love with jenny too, she'd never have written the song. in omega, that song will never exist.

it's the little stuff that i enjoy exploring. omega rabbit's emotional arc is sort of resolved after the fic, although of course there's a lot of her healing that i skipped over and i might write about later. but what about all the years in between? all the little details? like, did the walters believe four died after cosmica destroyed his ship and took him away?

i want to explore all those little differences eventually. so keep an eye out for fics and art and stuff!

[january-summers]

But then what would Red Vs Blue look like as a Sword Art Online fusion?

Because, like, it's easy to just dump them in complete AU, but I mean actual story translation?

Cause obviously the Reds and Blues would be newbie player, or at least they'd be casuals who don't play very often or obsessed with a certain game/genre but not actually very good at it.

And Freelancers would be more pro-players, like Wash did e-sports but he's not really into it, he's good, but he'd rather be having fun with friends than games-as-work.

Carolina's still chasing her father's approval and her mother's shadow by being the top of the gamer world, (her mother Allison was an e-sports superstar, and a top ranker in twenty MMORPGs).

Meanwhile, Director Church has created one of the worlds first full dive Virtual Reality MMOs, and he did it all while trying to figure out a way to un-vegetable his wife, who suffered brain death years ago when trying out another company's first attempts at full dive technology.

Director is convinced if he can just learn enough about brains in simulations, he can use the data that was saved from his wife's dives and put her back to rights.

So he created the game, and it's supposed to be the best game ever, incorporating all Allison's favourite things.

But there's a catch, in order for Director to get the data he needs, the game has to be running non-stop for A While. Specifically, the players need to be playing non-stop for A While.

So he's trapped them in the game with the threat of death looming over them.

There's probably something hidden in the T&Cs of the user agreement so everyone who logs on legally agrees to this shit, but no one reads the T&Cs, so they have no idea. They all genuinely believe they'll die in real life if they die in the game, and the only way to get out is to clear it. Like, even Carolina doesn't know.

The AI overlord Operating System of the game is FILSS/Sheila.

I was thinking (alpha) Church as Carolina's IRL brother who followed their dad into computer programming, but then it (the Chex) would be weird when the Allison Data that Director puts into the game develops its own personality (Beta). So maybe he's just part of the operating systems, on of several AIs running around low key maintaining the game and adding/manifesting new missions and materials based on their interactions with the users to ensure the game is meeting everyone's skill level.

He just sort of joins the Blues and pretends to be a human player.

Man I hope Director is paying the players to be there. He'd probably only pay minimum wage. Has a hospital set up for long term monitoring of players, and Aiden is going to have a field day with the research into what this kind of shit does to people's minds.

Lopez as a Bot that gains sapience/sentience.

It takes Griff months to find out his sister is in the game. (she "just wanted to spend time with him, but holy shit bro have you seen-")

Tucker accidentally hatches some kind of demon creature and tames it, it thinks Tucker is its mother. He names it Junior.

The Freelancers are the Front Line players, making the push towards clearing the game (possibly all of them were beta players for the game?), but somehow the Reds and Blues are actually some of the most powerful players even though they mostly just stand around talking, and getting into side-quest shenanigans.

Sarge is actually Simmons and Griff's shop teacher who is determined to look out for his students in the most tsundere way possible. Donut doesn't take shop class, he does home ec, but he knows them from Simmons' brief attempts at being on the school baseball team.

The Reds and Blues (minus Sarge) are all teenagers now, probably seniors, who go to the same school. (Wash is supposed to be in collage getting ready to graduate but e-sports got in the way, Carolina is younger than him but older than the Reds and Blues.)

Butch Flowers is the home ec teacher, (or/alos a computer science teacher) he and Sarge have a one sided rivalry that got passed onto their teams.

Tucker used to be on the baseball team, but he's currently suspended for reasons that probably weren't actually his fault, but no one knows what it actually is because Tucker like encouraging the rumours, since they're hilarious.

Caboose just wanted to make friends and have fun, and now the cool kids are hanging out with him and he made a Best Friend called Church and he doesn't have to go home at all!

Doc is either a first year medical student who doesn't have time for this!!! or Donut's boyfriend the others have never met because he goes to a different school.

Is the game sci-fi guns blazing or high fantasy swords and sorcery?

I don't know, irrelevant.

The reason Church is still bad at shooting things though is because as an AI he can make himself as powerful as he wants to be, and no-selling his shots is FILSS's way of smacking him with a rolled up news paper.

[izzylumalee]

FNaF Security Breach: The Daycare Attendant Mistreatment Theory

it's clear from various in-game details and hints that the Daycare Attendant doesn't receive the same treatment as the other characters at the Pizzaplex.

the first thing i noticed is when you're about to switch off the lights in the playground, Sun says this:

"New friend, this- this area is area is off-limits! You’re gonna get us in trouble..." 

notice the "us" here. Sun mentions getting “in trouble” with a tone of dread - as if it’s something that’s happened to him before, and he’s really not looking forward to it again.

“us” might not even mean Sun and Gregory. it might mean Sun and Moon.

this whole exchange implies that Sun (and most likely Moon too) get reprimanded and punished often, even for something as simple as entering an area they're not supposed to. overall, Sun seems extremely anxious and high-strung - which, at the time, is partially because he knows there's something wrong with Moon - but other than that, it seems ingrained into his personality. both Sun and Moon panic when you make a mess, and immediately drop whatever they're doing to frantically clean it up - which could mean they get punished for allowing the Daycare to be messy (or even just not pristine). you could even say that Moon's constant repetition of stuff about punishment (”Bad children must be punished,” “Bad children must be found,” “It’s past your bedtime, you must be punished!”) is some kind of projection, reflecting the punishment and treatment that he and Sun receive. in a similar vein, Sun seems to be obsessed with rules and reprimands you for being a “rule breaker”.

Moon also rarely says “Hidey hide, hide away,” which obviously is meant to make it feel like the dark and scary version of hide-and-seek - but could also imply, if the projection idea is true, that Moon (and maybe Sun too) have tried hiding in fear when they were going to be “punished”. the Daycare Attendant's room is absolute garbage - littered with trash, cobwebs everywhere, and clutter taking up most of the room. both Sun and Moon are impulsive cleaners, so it's highly unlikely that they WANT it to be that way. 

based on the fact that there are S.T.A.F.F. Bot parts, various toys, and a whole arcade machine in their room, it seems like their room is also being used as a storage room - or, more likely, it originally WAS a storage room, and only now doubles as the Daycare Attendant’s room.

this especially makes sense considering how the room is also connected to the theater, it’s small with an odd layout, it’s about as plain and dull as it gets, and it isn’t themed around the characters at all.

now compare that to the vibrantly colorful, character-themed, cushy and comfy rooms the Glamrock characters live in. considering how absolutely fantastic everything in the Pizzaplex is, the Daycare Attendant’s lack of a proper room can only be out of pure neglect.

despite considering every other animatronic character a friend, Freddy refers to the Daycare Attendant as an “it”:

“We are almost out of time. We need to get to a recharge station immediately. Every hour, the power is diverted to the recharge stations. When that happens the lights go out, and when that happens the Daycare Attendant is free to roam the building. It will find you.”

“Gregory, good news! It is almost 6 o’clock. You will be safe now if you find an exit. But hurry! The Daycare Attendant is loose one last time.”

as if calling the Daycare Attendant an “it” wasn’t enough to show his disdain, Freddy also says “loose” as if he’s talking about a wild animal.

also note that Freddy makes it clear that when the lights go out during the power diversion, aka the last 10 minutes of each hour between 12 AM and 6 AM, is the only time the Daycare Attendant is free to roam the building - meaning that at all other times, they are bound to the Daycare and not allowed to leave, unlike all the other characters who have free roam of the building (well, except maybe DJ Music Man cause... yeah). both Sun and Moon are noticeably very creaky when they move, implying lack of proper maintenance. look at the exposed mechanical parts on their joints and the back(s) of their head(s).

notice how their faces clearly don’t match the much cuter, less uncanny designs shown on their posters and merchandise - for example, in all his merchandise, Sun has pupils instead of pure-white eyes (however, the color of his eyes varies across different representations of him - maybe they were just too lazy to decide on a final design?)

Sun and Moon may have just not been finished, and nothing in the game implies they’re still being worked on. either that, or they deteriorated over time and never received proper repairs - or maybe both.

and on top of all this? i can’t find or think of a single reason that the Daycare Attendant would receive such poor treatment.

i guess it’s just Fazbear Entertainment being Fazbear Entertainment.

...and then, on the other hand, we have DJ Music Man - who, despite Freddy seemingly being good buddies with and calling him "such a nice fellow", has zero merchandise, posters, or promotion to be found anywhere in the Pizzaplex... though i guess that’s probably cause they didn’t wanna spoil his reveal in-game.

[incarnateirony]

https://twitter.com/xmenupdate/status/1686578029051420672?s=46&t=eTIYBJflezjsZxlN-TlYeQ

FUCKIN WHEEZE

OH, YEAH. let's start with this wonderful grammar "There has been a number of reports regarding assistants and stand-ins that have been credited on IMDb a number of Marvel Studios projects recently including Halle Berry & Famke Janssen for ‘DEADPOOL 3’."

Then we click the thing:

Everything else hidden, but sure. Okay leaky person cut on a discord background, this has NOTHING to do with how easy it is to edit IMDB, AMIRITE????????

THIS one was golden though, this one right here when any fact check was begun:

A bunch of these just look like guesses, like back in like May Halle Berry was sporting white hair and everyone assumed it was to be Storm again in Deadpool and fans went everywhere speculating.

Jared's fans have been pitching 238492384 marvel things for him to be every year for ten billion years. Gambit off the top of my head as the most recent one I recall. A list of returning GotG members because duh. Several names like Froy Gutierrez that were floated for shit like Marvel's Young Avengers on fanpages. One of these is a guy with like, NO history WHATSOEVER beyond being on CW Charmed for a few episodes (6) and then a few on night court, and isnt even in the top 5000.

Stinks of fan wishlist passed as rumor, originating off of some cross Marvel/CW fan. I mean, if Talik is managing to rocket from bit actor obscurity in the 15,000 range to being some yet unconfirmed character, all power to him, but sorry, this smacks of lmfao. It's a bunch of like fan observations of the obvious from 2 months ago (storm), CW people (Someone was a Charmed & Supernatural fan), and shit the Marvel community went "OOPS LMAO THAT'S WRONG" like Janelle Monae already:

Page was put up same time as the tweet according to google deleted in the last day, and the tweet was posted yesterday. Lmao bruh.

Like if Jared finally gets his first voice acting role of some rando XMan like 4 years behind the jackles curve, good for him I guess? Like marvel going, DC got jensen, who was That Other Guy? Given this is just a Special like holiday specials, so it'd be like one episode.

On the other hand you're going to need more than someone blatantly trying to run a list while anyone can edit the source. You think Marvel's gonna announce it like that? AH yes we hide everything even the title, and the stars, but leak the assistants. On multiple shows. NOTHING ELSE, NOT EVEN A TITLE THERE, NO RELEASE DATE GIVEN BUT WE GOT THE RANDO ASSISTANTS *SQUARED* cuz *LOGIC* But yeah, cool. Jared Padalecki As Knockoff Voice For Some Character In One Off Holiday Special Or Shortrun Webseries Some Shit For Character/Series Zero Of the Jpeg Stans Care About.

Please take your Fangasm induced and boosted nonsense out of my inbox.

Add in, be real careful holding your breath even if it IS real. Kevin Feige is listed as producting and Iger was just talking about him being "spread too thin" and dilluting their product. He's named streaming as the problem and opened fire purging products from Disney+ even before the strike. Just outright brake pump on output of Disney+ stream content. Now, they HAVE had problems with integral marvel stars recently

Why would this come out during a strike nobody is working, no less???????? Before the strike they hadn't even sorted directors or anything??????? Are you saying Jared, what, accepted the role during strike?????????? or... kept his mouth shut without a single hint for half a year????????? JARED????????????????

OH AND THIS

Also??? Jared's supposed assistant is uh. well i mean. i support immigration. But it's Real Weird that if you google him and Force It To English Results, there's 3 mentions; one this imdb listing, one bot garble nonsense, and one his application to go to college in california this spring while listing also moving into the country this march (actually with how he fucked up the US MM/DD/YY format for his birthday... this april??). So like. IDK man. Smells real fuckin sus. He wouldn't pass marvel vetting to be a janitor with that status.

Love the MULTIPLE errors on here. Class act

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Tfa dark one punch bot ask! No one has ever seen op mad like scary mad before. How would the con’s react to seeing it first hand? A not as big as lugnut maybe bigger and nasty to the core crossed a line. Op get a dark look and punches him full center in the gut at first nothing happens. Then a rumble. Before you know it the cons insides explode out his back. Before he offlines op states (your lucky I controlled myself otherwise it would have taken days for the humans to clean you up from all over Detroit) he walks towards the group of con’s and passes by them shifting back to his normal chilled out state.

To Megatron, this confirms two things. One; he has made the right choice not to get on OP bot's bad side and antagonize him to this extent. Two; he needs to learn the source of this power. With strength like that he could easily defeat the autobots and establish the decepticons as the rulers of Cybertron. But that is a matter for another time, when he's not in the presence of a clearly agitated OP bot. Meanwhile, Megatron feels no sense of loss for the death of the con that had angered OP bot to this extent and simply curses him for possibly giving OP bot a reason to side against the decepticon cause.

Starscream feels all the energon drain from his face as he watches the gore fly through the air. He falls when he scrambles backward as the OP bot approaches them and remains sitting on the ground, petrified. All he can do is stare at OP bot with raw fear is his optics, scared out of his wits that they will turn around and focus their anger on him. It's only once OP bot has fully passed them that Starscream manages to snap out of it and gets the hell out of there, transforming into his alt mode and flying away faster than he's ever done before.

For once, all of Blitzwing's personalities go quiet. Even Random stops smiling. They were always very well aware of OP bot's strength but seeing them utilize it in such calm rage is something else. When OP bot approaches them Blitzwing's face starts spinning around like crazy. Not because any of his personalities want to say anything to the bot but because they are too afraid to face him, even if just briefly. So they rotate, Icy, Random, Hothead, Icy, Random, Hothead, round and round, as they try to push each other to bear the full brunt of OP bot's presence.

Even when scared, Lugnut positions himself between OP bot and his lord Megatron. While OP bot could most definitely kill him in just a split second he still has a duty to perform and if his death would give Megatron the chance to escape then he would die with no regrets. That doesn't mean he's any less frightened of course. Fear is an unfamiliar feeling to Lugnut and while his mind is screaming at him to get as far away as possible his armor puffs out in a threatening display as OP bot passes them by because his loyalty to Megatron is stronger than the fear of death.

Shockwave's mind runs a hundred miles per second, trying to desperately calculate the risk of death (98.07%) and the chance of escaping (0.02%) if OP bot decided to attack them like that. It's only thanks to these calculations that he manages to keep himself calm. He glances at Megatron. As long as his lord survives then he worries not about death but still, this sight... Shockwave has never been as aware of his own mortality as in this exact moment. It's a frightening realization that his life could so easily be wiped out and there would be nothing he would be able to do about it.

The first time Blackarachnia experienced near death for the first time was on Archa-7. Abandoned by her supposed friends and left for dead, she had only managed to survive by adapting and clawing her way forward. This, however, is not a situation she would be able to survive, of that she is sure. OP bot hasn't even done anything to her, hasn't even raised their hand against her, yet she can still feel the cold grip of death around her spark, threatening to snuff it out any second. She always knew they were a threat, she just never knew how little of a chance she actually stood against them.