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[passportclown]

heyyy I saw that you write for Transformers.. you didnt say which transformers though so Ill assume all? just ignore this if not.

could you write something for G1 Soundwave and Starscream both liking the same human reader? headcanons pls

Oh hi!! Yes, I write for all Transformers. I haven't watched them all but for any request I'd research the specific characters to write them as accurate as possible.

You didn't specify if you wanted angsty, lighthearted, etc.. so I'll go with G1 goofiness mixed with my own style. Nor did you specify romantic or platonic. But I think it's Romantic? I couldn't tell if the reader was into them both as well.. so I tried my own approach! If this isn't right, re-send an ask (if you want)! o.o Headcanons below!

Warnings: Kidnapping (but it's not taken too seriously) , slight ignorance towards human comfort and physical limitations , slightly forced relationship but it's ambiguous as to whether it's platonic yearning or romantic yearning , maybe slight yandere??

Soundwave:

Well, you must have done something to get this con's attention. But now you've got it, and you're very much unlikely to lose it.

Soundwave likes to think he's calm and smart.

He's got his cassettes, he's got his position, he's got Lord Megatron.. everything's good.

He never assumed that he'd want a human as well.

And yet, he does.

He treats it as a simple desire to ignore. Like how humans crave chocolate but ignore it and get salad instead.

Well, at least, that's what he thought humans did. He soon found out that it's hard to ignore such cravings.

He couldn't stop thinking of you. So, he'd send out Ravage or Lazerbeak to watch you. Just so he could understand his strange desire further.

It didn't make sense, but he wanted you.

He watched, and admired the little things about you. But then.. one of his Cassettes informed him that Starscream was watching you as well.

He had even taken you in the recent fight..

Soundwave couldn't have that.

Starscream:

You must be quite the organic for Starscream of all Decepticons to like you.

Of course, he'd ignore his feelings at first. Or assume it's his clearly genius processor formatting some sort of plan involving an organic squishy.

But alas, he truly likes you.

Once he realizes his feelings, he denies them insistently. No way does he like a human! They're small, weak, easily crushed but..

Also cute.

He's a very rash individual. What he wants, he gets.

And he wants you.

He doesn't immediately jump into it, of course.

That'd be desperate.

He ignores the stares he gets from others, particularly Soundwave, convincing himself it was paranoia. He was being very careful!

No, he watches.. and waits..

And at the perfect moment, with you struggling to run in the midst of a Decepticon attack..

Well, who would notice if he just hid you in his cockpit?

Small ficlet:

Starscream got you to stop struggling from his affection.

Now you sat still in one hand as the other roughly pet you. He didn't quite have the hang of it, almost pulling out your hair and tugging at your clothes. His metallic hand would pat your head, then roughly slide down and grip your body. Over and over, in a repetitive motion.

He had a nasty grin, you couldn't quite tell what he was feeling but he was certainly pleased.

It's not that he's unattractive or anything, for a giant alien robot.. he is! But you were trying to avoid getting stepped on and he shoved you in a cramped space, shook you around as he walked, jostled you as he flew, and now he's roughly petting you.

Then.. Starscream jolts as the door opens.

"Starscream: Explain" A more robotic voice speaks, though it sounds as if it's accompanied by some sort of auto-tune. He really does speak like a robot constantly making a report. The Third in Command of the Decepticons, Soundwave. It's impossible to tell with his mask, but you suspect he's displeased.

"Wh- Soundwave! Why didn't you knock!? I am your superior-" Starscream yelps when Soundwave slams his hand against the wall, leaning over Starscream and prying into his mind.

There's a brief moment of absolute tension. Then Soundwave pulls back, and stares down at you. He pries you from Starscream's tight grip, attempting to be as gentle as possible. Starscream grunts, and glares at Soundwave.

"..I presume you'll be reporting this incident to Megatron and getting rid of the fleshy?" Starscream asks with a snarl, trying to pretend you mean much less to him than you actually do.

But Soundwave got enough of a read of his emotions from that peek into his mind.

"Soundwave: Might. Unless.." Soundwave continues, then leans forward once more and dangles you in front of Starscream like bait.

It works.

"Unless what?!" Starscream squawks, unable to keep up his uncaring and confident facade for more than a moment.

Soundwave stares, but not at Starscream this time.

At you.

Even you can tell through his red visor, seeing a brief flicker of light, that he's staring right at you.

"Starscream: Will share human with Soundwave."

-

That was the start of an odd situation.

Starscream didn't know as much about taking care of humans as he thought he did.

Soundwave got you a more comfortable place to rest, food, water, everything you need.

Of course, neither Decepticon let you leave.

They would routinely swap you between their respective spaces.

Starscream hated it, and Soundwave tolerated it.

But if Soundwave just took you, Starscream would make trouble.

And if Starscream kept you, Soundwave would report him.

So they're at an impasse.

And you're in the middle.

It's not all bad.

You think in some.. weird alien robot way that they both love you?

Maybe not exactly romantically, but close enough that they both want to keep and hold you.

They listen to you well enough, as long as you use honeyed words with Starscream and speak more pragmatically with Soundwave.

It's a decent exchange for them, and a new but tolerable change for you.

You might be a pet, or maybe some odd flavor of partner, maybe just a friend. It's hard to tell. But at least you don't pay rent.

I really hope you liked this. 🥺

[lavenlady]

I've seen your work and it's amazing!!!

So I want to make a request.

How about the idea of

reader baby cardbot and platonic/parental relationship with cardbots?

Possible strong friendship with Theo.

Notes:

Reader is the last baby created by the Machine, doesn't remember how he ended up on Earth and doesn't know what happened to his creators.

The team takes responsibility for raising a new generation.

And by human standards, the reader could be 5-7 years old.

I LOVE the Idea! Here you go @akifandragon! Enjoy!

✪ The Last ✪ | Platonic Metal Cardbot x Child!Cardbot!Reader

part 2, part 3

Your escape pod was found in the scrapyard, basking in the sun, waiting to be opened. Noone really knew you were there, so everyone thought there was a treasure or a device. After making both Black Hook and Heavy Iron retreat, the first to open the pod was Blue Cop. Being as careful as he could, he didn't want to damage the thing that was inside.

Without much struggle he managed to do so, but what he found was not a device of any kind. It was you, a young little Cardbot. How terrified you were, shifting to the far back of the pod with such panicked optics. It made our last surviving Star Guardian guilty, he tried to calm you down, not wanting to keep you in this probably uncomfortable pod any longer. It was confusing for others, what was it taking his so long to get the device out? Wild Guardy fed up with the wait decided to walk towards the police car, only to stop in his tracks after seeing the contents of the pod. It made his processor swirl and had nearly had him collapsing from shock.

Others, sensing that something is wrong, slowly made they way towards the two. You have chosen to climb into the Star Guardians arms, still shaky, but content with his soft hold. You, as a curious young Cardbot you were, started playing with his helmfins, seeing that they moved when trying to reach them. Mega Ambler was the first one to come closer, checking your well being. Everyone was confused, how did you get here? Was it an accident, or was it intentional? Either way it was a positive outcome, you were probably the last child that somehow survived the annihilation of Machina. It truly was a blessing.

The closest Cardbot to you was Blue Cop, he was the first one to meet you afterall. He is always watching over you, worried that something could happen. You often like to play with his helmfins, watching as they shift to get away from your touch, it truly was funny to you.

The second in line was Shadow X, thanks to his more childish attitude. He tries to include you in his pranks, but Blue Cop's influence has reached you far quicker than anticipated. Though you never refused a lesson in shuriken throwing, the sound of them cutting the air was interesting. Sadly it was rare as whenever Mega Ambler would see you playing with something sharp, he pulls you away and lectures Shadow X for hours. You always enjoy his company.

Mega Ambler knows how fragile you are compared to them, to Black Hook and to Heavy Iron. It worries him that you are exposed to violence at such young age. He can't really cut it out entirely, but he can limit it to the best of his abilities. You deeply like how caring he is with you, even better he could always explain complex thing to you in an interesting way.

Phoenix Fire is more carefree than the unlicensed doctor, but worries greatly as well. Working with fires on Machina really showed what kind of damage it can do. When ever you are too hot he happily sprays water to cool you off, he can't have you overheating, it is not good for your health. You love to spend time with him, often asking him to make rain with his water cannons, it was one of your favourite activities.

Dexter loves teaching you about Earth's nature, taking you on strolls through the forest and showing you it's beauty. You took an interest to cats as they were more common to spot. Mainly because Dexter takes them to the Auto Shop and watches over you as you carefully pet the felines. You liked listening to him and loved the animals he often brought over.

Mega Trucker enthusiastically showed you the music he danced to. He even taught you some moves. He was the next fun Cardbot after Shadow X, managing to keep you company all day if needed. You liked him and were ecstatic that he could keep up with your sometimes handful energy.

Fleta Z likes to take you on flights, of course after asking others if that was alright. You loved the feeling of traveling the skies. He mostly carries you in his robot form so you often try to catch the clouds, though they always escape. It really makes him laugh at how determined you are to touch them. You like flying with him and playing with his wings like with Blue Cop's helmfins.

Wild Guardy didn't really try to get closer to you, but your genuine want to be his friends partly won him over. You really liked when he used his sword. That made him ask Mega Ambler to make you a smaller one without sharp edges. You would often want to sit on his shoulders and swing your mini sword around, hugging his helm so you won't fall off. He could only sigh and accept his fate.

You weren't really close to humans, but Theo somehow managed to make his way into your friend circle. You liked to hear his stories and rumors about the surrounding area, it was funny how other Cardbots were believing such stories and you were not. You liked to watch Theo as he was doing his homework, often listening to him as he explained what he was doing. You were even trying to help with your new possessed knowledge.

The first contact with Black Hook's crew was funny to say the least. The mini Gallons were tasked to steal the Metal Breath. While the older Cardbots were chasing them you quietly picked up the green one out of the minis and held him close, finding him fun to carry around. Noone really noticed that, both of you watching the chase on the sidelines without really having anything to do.

The other two managed to get away, luckily without the Metal Breath. Their escape was short lived as Buffalo Crush crushed them accidentally under his tire. Your innocent nature immediately made you cry at the sight. The green mini was in shock, somehow you had unconsciously saved him from that fate, which made him try to lighten up your mood. Seeing at least one of them was intact made you hug him to your chassis, happy that he is still there.

The mini Gallon quickly became your friend, being around you all the time. When others found out you had him, at first they tried to coax you into giving him to them, but seeing your sad little optics made then drop that idea. They allowed it under other Cardbot's supervision.

When Buffalo Crush was sealed you were hesitant at first, but with his unique personality you slowly came to like him. Of course not without an apology to the mini Gallon. Buffalo Crush was shocked seeing you, how and when did you appear. If he was still with Black Hook, he would have probably told him about that discovery. He likes to carry you around on his shoulders and listen to your questions. You enjoy his talks and fuel he gives you, it is really tasty!

Buster Gallon was taken back as well when he saw you, but noticing that you had his missing mini, he tried to get him back, only to be met with your denial. He started arguing with you, both of you looking like kids fighting for the same toy. In the end you had to let your little friend go. Instead he started introducing you to his less harmful experiments. You especially liked his ink shooting pen.

Black Hook was ecstatic, a little fella that spent time with his subordinates and greatly enjoyed their company was perfect to be a part of the Black crew. Other Cardbots denied to even let you near the battle field and had to watch over so he wouldn't possibly endanger your well-being. You liked his hat and just like with Blue Cop's helmfins you liked to try and reach it. Black Hook was often spotted with you on his shoulder from where you were trying to reach his pirate hat with your shorter arms.

The final battle took place, they had to leave you behind at the Auto Shop with the minis to keep you company. After winning the fight with Heavy Iron and successfully sealing him, he got to finally met you. He was confused to say the least. When did you even show up? He didn't want you near him, always moving away from you. He couldn't exactly say that to your face-plates as he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. Over time he would let you hug his leg. He was not going soft on you just because you are possibly the last young of planet Machina. Was he?

You liked Heavy Iron's swords, just like Wild Guardy's ones. His banter with Black Hook was hilarious. They even knocked back Blue Cop's hat off his helm. They fought often and you didn't understand why. Fleta Z told you that it was their way of bonding. He played his flute whenever they argued to keep your attention away from them. All of them wanted to keep the last young of their kind safe. Though that was cut short when their presence started to make Edo broke and even better - Crest found a stone tablet, which he thought Jun would like to see.

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( Hope you liked it! )

(Master list)

( Request away! )

[mejomonster]

Some of my favorite writing tools

Just Write: a website, or an app you can download. My favorite thing about Just Write is it only lets you backspace a few spaces. So if you need that motivation to just KEEP writing, to not edit until you're done, Just Write is perfect. It's just text, limited backspace, no distractions. You can copy-paste text when you're done writing or download it as a txt file. I usually type // after I make an error that I want to edit later, since there's limited backspace. I bookmarked this on my phone's Home screen, so it looks like an 'app' and I can just click to open the site.

My Noise: this is a website and app too, I just use the website version. Like with Just Write, I bookmarked this website to my phone's Home screen so I can just click to open the site. It has a ton of sounds you can play, I find many of them help with focus: there's classical music, the sound of water, white noise, adhd focus sounds, coffee shop ambience, binaural beats, tinnitus relief, Dark Dungeon (noises of fictional settings), and all of their sounds are customizable. I usually use Irish Coast or 88 Keys just because the sounds of water and pianos tend to help me focus most. There's a ton of sound options on here. Good for if you haven't already made a focus-music playlist, or if making such a playlist would distract you from writing, or if you just need to pull up a noise quickly.

Lite Writer: an app. I write on my phone a lot, so this is the app I organize everything in. It lets you import fonts, so I can use a font that's difficult to read (to prevent myself from going back and editing/re-reading while writing), and then use an easy to read font when I edit. It has customizable colors (I just use regular dark mode). It lets you make project folders, and then txt files inside each project folder, and number the chapter txt files so they're listed in order. It lets you export project folders as txt files (or other types of files), so I can write a book chapter by chapter in 1 project folder, then export the whole book to edit in a different program. It lets you upload cover images for each project folder (which visually helps me), it's layout is very minimalist (which helps me focus - I get distracted so easily I can't write in something like Google Docs because there's too many non-writing-area things to look at). It also counts how many words you've written each week/month, and in which project and which individual txt file. So you can see how many total words are in a project folder, what the individual chapter word counts are, and how many words you've written total. The app also lets you search for a word within an individual text file or a whole project folder, so if I change a character's name (for example from Varric to Varris) I can just use the search tool to search 'Varric' in my entire story, and then use the replace tool to put 'Varris'. I know you can do this easily in a Word processor program on a computer, but it's nice to be able to do it in Lite Writer while all my chapter files are still separate txt files. Lite Writer also lets you set up an auto backup to locations of your choice, and auto saves, so you can get backups of everything you wrote in multiple places even if you're not actively remembering to back up your writing regularly. The app is free, I believe I paid a one time fee so that I could use a few optional features (like text to speech audio file export, more visual options), but it was a ONE time fee. I paid once for additional features (I think maybe 5 dollars) and then never had to pay again. Which is worth noting, since I hate monthly subscription models. I think the app is useful if you write on your phone or a tablet, not so useful if you don't. I use the app for pasting in writing I've done online (on Just Write) so that all my writing is saved in one central place, and to re-order chapters, to add story notes within the project folder, so for organizational purposes. It's my favorite organizational writing app for the phone.

[cyrusking100]

GUYS LOOK AT THIS LEAK I FOUND OF DONALD!!

OMG ITS DONALD FERGUSONS BLUEPRINT AND ITS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD HAVE IMAGINED HIS ENDOSKELETON TO LOOK LIKE!!

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kidding.

i made it lol :p

So I made this blueprint because one, I am obsessed with cyborg dudes and two I have no life and got bored lmao. I did do a lot of research on cybernetics and hope I got it as accurate as I could. So without further ado...

Let me give a tour of Donald's blueprint!

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Latch- Located on top of Donald's metal head which can be opened via key insertion and is safely guarded by Cecil Stedman who only knows its location.

Imaging Process Software- Built inside Donald's eyes which allows him to see and process what he is visualizing it also allows him to imagine things much more accurately than the average human

Scent Processors or Sensors- built inside Donald’s nose which allows him to smell and process scents, unfortunately, it's not as advanced as his visual processors so he actually smells things with less accuracy than he did before he died, though he doesn't notice this as often.

Ultrasonic Processors or Receivers/Emitters- Built inside Donald's ear canals which allow him to ear and process sounds at a much higher frequency than the average human

Diagnostic CPU or Chip and the Insertion Port- a cylindrical hole located on top of Donald's forehead which is where the CPU (Central Process Unit) chip is used to diagnose any minor malfunctions and auto-corrects it. If any malfunction is too severe (such as limb amputations) it would require manual repairs to be fixed. However, the reason why Cecil is keeping this diagnostic chip from Donald is because if inserted, it would revive all of the previous lost memories since the DC identifies them as errors to be corrected. There is a key that can be also inserted in the port on his head which opens the latch that reveals his brain. When he dies they must quickly remove his brain which is protected by a thin layer of gelatin in his metal head. It is also connected to metal segments magnified to the outer layer of his brain which can be easily detached without any repercussions. when they detach his brain they must quickly preserve it in a preservation tank before it starts to decompose. (essentially he is a brain in a jar lmao.) And yes, this is the same preservation tank as the one they used for Robot/Rudy Connors in the comics.

Optical Sensors- Located in his bionic eyes, they give off the illusion of human eyes accurately  they also allow Donald to differentiate between light variations they can also allow him to see in infrared and give him night vision...but he doesn't know this yet...hehe

Eye Subsystem are motors that allow Donald to express emotions and are composed of his eyebrows, eyelids, and of course, eyes. Now given his nature he very rarely ever emotes but the subsystem is very accurate nonetheless. There are two buttons located on his eye subsystem which are called trigger buttons. When both are activated it will open up his face plate to reveal his metal skull. This allows the mechanics to repair him much faster and efficiently, unfortunately, they can be triggered easily so if he gets punched in the face or sleeps in a weird position it's likely he will accidentally trigger them which can end up in an uncomfortable situation.

Mouth Subsystem- these are motors that are composed of his mouth parts such as his lips, teeth, gums, tongue, and vocal folds. Much like with his eye subsystem, they allow him to express himself and communicate with others.

Bionic Eye and Eye Mechanisms- These are mechanisms that allow Donald to see and express himself.

Silicone Skin Outer Surface- This is Donald's fake skin which is composed of silicone accurately replacing human flesh. hair follicles can also be inserted in Donald’s skin to allude to organic body hair. unfortunately, his artificial skin cannot regenerate on its own and requires manual repairs

Microphone Sensor/Ear Detection EM Waves- This allows Donald to hear sounds that average humans cannot hear (Electromagnetic sound waves) This is done by converting em sound waves to audible sounds. It also allows him to communicate through other devices by sending audible signals

Artificial Teeth- This mimics the function of human teeth and is composed of acrylic resin they are much more durable and sturdy allowing them to decompose slower over time if used too much.

Linear Motion Mechanism- This allows Donald to move his neck up and down and convert from rotational or horizontal movement to vertical

Audible Larynx- This allows Donald to allow air to move through the passageway and also allows him to vocalize sound or talk. This artificial larynx also prevents his voice from sounding robotic or augmented, if damaged, his voice will come off as robotic.

Linear DC Servo Neck Motor- This allows Donald to rotate his neck in many positions

Artificial Nervous System- (ANS) mimics the biological function of the human nervous system which is composed of neuroreceptors, nerve stimulators, nerve receptors, and neuron circuitry allowing Donald to react to stimuli similar to how he used to before he died.

Power Core Energy Conductor- Even though Donald's brain is his body's main source of power, he still requires a source to conduct energy or electricity through his body especially when he's on low power. His body, just like most humans, requires "charge" to restore energy but he relies on an external source other than sleep which is a charging station. If his Power core is damaged it will result in an automatic shutdown. His power core is essentially his actual heart.

Hip Joint Motor- This is a motor that acts as an artificial hip and allows Donald to move in all positional possible by humans by all axes

Rotary Arm Joints- These joints allow Donald to move his arms in several positions

Artificial Internal Digestive Unit- This is an artificial digestive system that mimics most of the function of organic digestive systems though is not advanced enough to replicate the silhouette. It also digests the nutrient intake Donald consumes and transports the nutrients to his brain to absorb.

Artificial Pelvic Region- This acts as an artificial pelvis and even mimics Donald’s original silhouette

Hydraulic Hand Actuators- This allows Donald to move his hands via using pressurized liquid (oil) however this can result in janky movement sometimes though before he found out about his robotic nature he assumed that he was developing arthritis (which is reasonable considering he's in his 50s)

Artificial Rectum- Um...do i really need to explain this? Ok..well as the term implies this allows him to go to the bathroom but he doesn't really need to it just mimics human bodily function to avoid suspicion what's interesting is that the contents that he consumes, especially liquids are only dyed to appear like urine but because he doesn't have actual blood they can't break down the contents ad hey cant be filtered to his kidneys because..well he doesn't have any. So the mechanisms in his rectum and digestive system dye the content he consumes kind of like some kind of chemical lab process in his body just to make an illusion that he can relieve himself. however, he doesn't really need to eat or to drink.

Tactile and Biosensors- This allows Donald to feel sensations in his fingers and through his body albeit not as efficiently as before he died.

Neuro Stimulators- These much like his biosensors allow him to receive pain signals through his body via electrical impulses that are connected to his brain and make up his artificial nervous system to mimic the feeling of pain or nerve receptors in humans.

Angular Encoders- These help measure movements in Donald to mov his joints much more precisely which help him move more quickly and accurately esp when fighting

Servo Motor Controls- These are rotary actuators that allow more precise movement in Donald esp when rotating limbs

Titanium Limbs- These are the material that his endoskeleton and body parts are composed of titanium

Rotary Ankle Joints- These allow Donald to move his ankles relative to a how a human moves their ankles via a servo motor

Also here's more versions!!

oooh and heres more!

Here's more label info on his other blueprint-

Artificial Tongue Composed of Rubber- This tongue which is obviously located in his mouth, allows him to speak and eat clearly much like the function of organic tongues in humans. It's composed of resin and dyed rubber.

Remaining Organic Tissue- The remaining organic tissue in Donald is obvi his brain which isolated in his metal skull

Multifilament Muscles- These muscles operate similarly to humans but function at a much more efficient rate, they are also more sturdy and are less likely to tear compared to regular humans. They are composed of silk which is a very strong and elastic material esp strung together like yarn.

Artificial Fat (foam)- The artificial fat as it implies is composed of soft foam similar to humans but slightly off in feeling. Of course, Donald shrugged it off as "getting older" because what other logical reason would explain feeling weird in your own body?

Artificial Lungs (air sacs)- The artificial lungs are air sacs similar to cars and inflate and deflate based on Donald's breathing patterns. They also transport oxygen from outside Donald's body into his brain to produce the required energy to function.

Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO)- The artificial respiratory system it pumps blood from donalds body and adds oxygen and removes carbon dioxide. blood flows from the artificial heart back to the ECMO.

Artificial Titanium Secondary Skeleton- This secondary skeleton only serves as to illude the silhouette and feel of an organic skeleton to prevent any further suspicion.

Internal Cooling System- This system allows Donald's body to regulate temperature much like thermoregulation, it circulates a coolant through channels to absorb heat from an engine or other system. This prevents Donald's systems from overheating and causing short-circuitry and other malfunctions from occurring. However, if damaged or exposed to extremely high temperatures, his system will start to overheat and he will start to malfunction.

Artificial Heart- This acts as an actual heart and functions by keeping the artificial blood flowing through Donald's body.

Wires Underneath Skin- The wires underneath Donald's body are used to send electrical signals to his body and prevent them from affecting his body. They also are used to transmit information from the brain to the body such as electrodes.

Artificial Blood- This functions like human blood, it can be able to circulate energy and information through the body. It also transmits oxygen and carbon dioxide to and from the body. However, Donald cannot produce blood on his own and doesn't require as much as most humans. It's mostly meant for the show to convince him and others he's human.

Artificial Urinary System- As the term implies it acts as an organic urinary system and automatically assists in preventing involuntary "urine" leakage. He has an artificial bladder that stores the "urine" which is really just dyed liquid as his body can no longer abide by the three-step process of producing urine such as filtration, reabsorption, and secretion. Though, the bladder functions as any human bladder and when it is filled up it will release the urine through the urethra and outside the body. The purpose is to convert nutrients into energy which the remaining nutrients will be spread to the blood and brain.

Artificial Reproductive System- As the term implies the reproductive system acts as an organic human reproductive system which consists of...um...you know what? Let's skip this one. I really really don't want to have to explain this tbh. (even though I put it here.)

Wired Circulatory System- This consists of wires and circuitry that acts as a network of vessels that circulate Donald's artificial blood throughout his body whilst delivering oxygen to his brain cells. It also delivers electrical signals or information to his body when he feels pain.

Gastric Pump as Artificial Digestive System- This consists of synthetic tubes that can expand and contract like actual intestines that way contents can pass through with little struggle. on the outside of the intestines is which is made from silicon and rubber and can mimic how oxygen passes through the gut and can even stimulate the ability to vomit. He also contains an esophagus made from rubber which allows many foods to pass through. He does have taste in his artificial tongue however it's not as efficient as his old one. When food passes through his digestive tract acidic enzymes break it down into small chunks and are squeezed through this molding system where it dyes and transforms the content into a "stool" or "urine" kind of like playdough factory toys. (don't worry it's not as gross as it sounds) 

Bionic Eyes- the function by converting images from built-in cameras connected to the brain and siding electric signals that stimulate the brain which interprets it as an image.

Image Processing and Tracking Software- These allow Donald to manipulate and analyze data as images but also track where certain subjects move with high precision. Enhancing his mental images and giving him a "keen" eye.

Artificial Regenerative Hair Follicles- these are made from synthetic material that can expand in very thin strings to give the illusion that they can grow. They often increase in length when exposed to high temperatures. So basically Donald can cut his hair but it can't grow very long. his nails are made from the same materials

Backup Charging Port- located on Donald’s neck, this charging port is mainly for emergencies just in case if his chest charging port is malfunctioning. It is located above his power trigger buttons which can result in a shutdown if activated or stimulated by high stress levels.

Titanium Spine - This is located on Donald's back and is composed of titanium which is very difficult to crush...unless you're a pure-blood viltrumite. 

Oh, and another thing, although Da Sinclair didn’t make Donald’s 39th endoskeleton, he was asked to revise some parts by the old man himself, Cecil Stedman. The reason being that Cecil wanted to make Donald much stronger than last time replacing actuators and adding more multifilients in certain places. He did it out of care but also knowing the questionably ethical methods he must take in order to keep Donald alive.

[kissingraine]

not to be dramatic but i’m lying in a shallow grave whispering “she sang to him” over and over. this feels like band of brothers meets fragile civilian in the snow, and now i’m unwell. when’s chapter 3 for sun bleached flies? i need more frostbitten war trauma bonding before i freeze completely. pls, i’m begging you 😩

UHM???? band of brothers mentioned????😧 yall clearly have taste and im struggling to meet the expectations. here's ch3🫴🏻

Sun Bleached Flies — TF One Seekers x f!Reader (3)

While their weapons power up, Thundercracker's comms fizzle back to life—half-expecting it's Starscream's voice that comes through but Sky's panicked warbling neither disappoints or surprises him. He expected that one of them would notice he was deep in the Pit, their link making itself known and equally making him aware of their positions across the globe. Thundercracker cuts it off deliberately, can't bear to hear or know what Star wants to say about his situation. Worse, what the air commander won't say. Because he'll still feel it.

And that's much, much worse.

Skywarp portaled as fast as he could. Their link reconnected, somehow, after an entire decivorn. He had been minding his own business, about to start another mindless fight—until this spark-wrenching feeling of eternal dread comes over him, and he's spiraling. He's in danger. No, he isn't. But somebody else is. Starscream? Thundercracker? Come to think of it, he hasn't come back from his usual patrol. And they may have suppressed the neural link for an increasingly long time, but Sky knows in himself he would never tuck tail and turn to run when his brothers need him most.

Reckless as he was, the last one thrown into the battlefield and not giving him enough time to fully develop like Star and TC, barging in unannounced was his entire aesthetic. Only this time, his fellow trine needed him. And it's only due to his infamy that the pair of Auto-scum flee when they sense his EM field enter their processors. Skywarp shifts his plating to his mech form, landing on the ground with a rumble while his pedes slide through the snow. Thundercracker glances up and groans.

“Don't start.”

“I haven't said anything!” Skywarp raises both servos, noticing how the blue Seeker's repair protocols were working overtime to fix internal damage. The wing? Not so much. “Yet,” added Thundercracker, his hand remaining circled around you but not touching.

It's only when the other mech notices that there's one of those tiny organic natives just peeking out from behind his brother's ghosting hold. Thought he was just seeing things until the heat signature registered. Thundercracker's internal comms spring to life with his brother's voice box: “Are you going to keep that thing?” Skywarp immediately receives a glare. “She's not a thing. She's a native of this planet.”

The purple mech frowns behind his battle mask. “Exactly! Who do you think is gonna have our afts when Star finds out and he will?”

Thundercracker manages to roll his optics at Skywarp's valid worrying. He knows this was a mistake. Dragging another species into it always was. Earth became a temporary base to recuperate from the Prime's growing army and they had been fortunate enough to establish their headquarters on the ball of dirt. The supreme leader hated your kind, still new and young. Impulsive. He's half the reason why Starscream's been working so, so hard for the trine. And if the air commander ever found out, so will Megatron. Contrarily, if Thundercracker decided to let you go there's no telling if you won't squeal to your race's militia. And he could leave you for dead but he kind of owes you his life after acting like his meat shield.

• You have absolutely no idea what the two are talking about. Not sure if it's a them thing because all these two giants were doing was staring into each other's souls, maybe an exaggerated movement here and there. You could be hallucinating now that you were steadily losing a lot of blood. And feeling a lot colder than before actually. Or was it warmer? Whichever it was, your eyelids were growing heavier. Everything felt slow. Distant. Like trying to remember a dream while still half inside it. It's only the unfamiliar sound of choral dissonance between your new robot companions that keeps you barely aware. It bypasses your ears—you don't just hear it; you're perceiving it vibrating through your molars, bones and in your bloodstream. Not exactly a pleasant experience, not painful either just somewhat bothers you.

He's switched to Cybertronian because speaking in your tongue might spook you accidentally, “TC, look, I don't know if you've noticed but your tiny organic's temperature is slowly dropping.”

“Better to just leave it here. Doesn't look like it's going to survive much longer anyway.” He gestures to you and you don't even react, leaning against the palm of his brother's hand with a faraway look in your downcast eyes. Bruised and battered like Thundercracker was. He wonders if that's why the blue Seeker was so attached to you. Even if his brother won't say it out loud, he can feel it. What he can't understand is why though.

The blue mech ex-vents. Maybe Sky's right. As part of the Decepticons, leaving you to your own fate without dying at their hands is the most logical option. The most logical option and yet, he feels his energon lines prickle against his plating at the thought. He doesn't move. Not yet. Just watches you shiver against the curve of his servos while he flicks away the snow that's gathered on the roof of your tiny head using a servo—and he tells himself that the way his spark twitches is because of the cold.

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[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Officially in the era of the fic where Star gets to interact with people! First on the list is Megatron, because i very much think that if anyone, he would be the first to visit Star in jail lol. Primarily due to lingering unresolved issues/curiosity. It's always funny describing other character's actions in this style of Starscream voice writing due to the fact that he just constantly dunks of Megs XD

Previous chapter: Judgement Day

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Perception

Chapter 4: Lingering Ghosts

Starscream had thought slowly rusting in the Titan was bad, but this was worse. He kept hearing pedsteps through the halls. Voices of Decepticons that had long since been liberated. Saw flashes in the edges of his optics of Soundwave, Skullcruncher, Swindle– He knew they weren’t there, he knew it. But yowling growls in his audials from the croctobot, or a hum in the walls that was typically a warning of an incoming electric shock; they were too much. The Decepticons were gone. G.H.O.S.T was gone. The Auto-glitches had just repurposed their resources for their own use. It was logical. As Shockwave would say. 

Starscream’s vents were irregular as he paced, servo’s pressed against either side of his helm. His optics were locked open, although they weren’t exactly functioning. He couldn’t focus. Surely, he should be able to think of something to escape this Pit if the Autobots wouldn’t listen to him. He’d done it before, right? He’d had the assistance of technical difficulties or a select few cons- but he didn’t need them! He just needed his processor to stop assaulting his sensors with useless noise.

Even so, this place should be a better position than trapped in the Titan, he supposed. He knew its structure far better, and there were still bots somewhere around here. Not phantom bots. Actual bots. Starscream faintly wondered where they had placed Spitfire and Aftermath. Had they been incarcerated here as well? What had happened with the Quintessons? 

Had they all died in battle? Was he all alone in here?

Starscream hadn’t actually seen any of the bots again after waking in this cell, he realized. That was not a good thought. Those Autobots were far too painfully resilient to not find some impossible way to obtain victory. Of course they were still alive, they had to be. If they weren’t, he’d find it rather insulting. Even if they’d refused his help.

How long had it been? Primus he couldn’t even track the position of the sun from in here! This was ridiculous.

The quiet had overtaken the air again, and he wasn’t quite sure if it was better or worse. Starscream slumped against the back wall, staring at the energy field that contained him. If only he could psychically will the blasted thing to erupt in flames. Wouldn’t that have been a nice outlier ability. Alas, it remained as it was.

More time passed in a storm of static. Until Starscream was suddenly snapped to attention by a familiar voice. Megatron.

“Starscream.” The ex-warlord stated his designation so plainly, and it made him shoot to his peds almost immediately. 

He had to play off the reaction in a way that clearly stated he was not startled, so he seamlessly shifted his posture to lean against the wall casually. “Megatron. How nice to see you.” Starscream controlled his vocalizer to pace his words smoothly, and with a twinge of theatrical false cheer. “I’m flattered! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Megatron’s optics narrowed ever so slightly. “A question. What exactly do you hope to accomplish?” After Starscream just stared at him blankly for an uncomfortable amount of time, Megatron crossed his arms and elaborated. “I know of your schemes. That you always thought yourself better suited to lead the Decepticons. Yet I fail to understand how you can continue to be so dense as to reinstate the conflict after our rally against G.H.O.S.T. The war is over!” His volume rose to which Starscream’s own optics narrowed. “You are… frustratingly unpredictable. So. I ask you. What is it you aimed to gain from any of this?”

Starscream put a servo to his hip and a sinister grin came to his faceplate. “Oh Megatron… You are as short sighted as ever. Honestly, did you really think that any of the Decepticons would accept the way things ended? It wasn’t just me! Sure, the idea to forge New Cybertron was all my grand design and I will not share credit for that– but they all followed me because they craved action. It isn’t over. Even if you keep me here, Shockwave has clearly taken charge of his own direction. All you are is a traitor that we can easily move on from. Your defaction isn’t so revolutionary. Get over yourself.”

Megatron in-vented and raised his arms to gesture his exasperation, “That did not answer my question, Starscream.”

Starscream chuckled and gave him a mock bow, “Apologies if that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, my Lord.” He put as much scorn as he could into the title and revelled in the way Megatron squirmed. 

The ex-warlord balled his servos into fists, “Stop. Answer my question.” He demanded with the signature growl Starscream was used to, and his optics brightened.

“Aw, is the Prime’s passive little pet getting angry?” He taunted brazenly. If Starscream could push Megatron’s buttons enough, he’d surely open the cell to try and continue their conversation by way of his fists. The fool had always been easily baited. 

Megatron was clearly agitated, but unfortunately, made no move towards the cell’s controls. “Why do you still insist on antagonizing me? You know all about being a traitor, Starscream. New Cybertron my aft, you just wanted the power for yourself! All you did once you accomplished your goal was become an agent of destruction and swat your comrades aside to be scrapped! I acknowledge the mistakes of my past… but you cannot seem to make up your processor where your own priorities lie! I have proven myself dedicated to a reforged focus towards peace. You persist in being a weasley pest for little reason but for your own immediate gain!”

Starscream flinched back slightly as Megatron jabbed a digit pointedly in his direction. The absolute gall. Crimson lightly flickered between his wings as a power in his spark flared.

Megatron’s disgusting voice box continued to prattle on with his accusations. “When we were faced with the Dweller in that cave. When you sprang into action to the Terran child’s aid. That day, I had a sliver of hope, that you may actually be capable of changing your ways. I had never seen that side of you– but I suppose even then it meant nothing. What changed?! How could you betray her perception of you so flippantly, and offline sparklings no less?!”

“I DID NO SUCH THING!” Starscream shrieked abruptly with a step forward and his optics glitching red, which caused the other mech to straighten in surprise. “Hashtag, Spitfire, and Aftermath are PERFECTLY functional!! The latter two may still be in stasis– but there is no reason that they could not be rejuvenated if I had access to adequate fuel! Hashtag was clearly still capable as she got her own little payback with the energon extractor! My effort towards New Cybertron held no ill intent towards her, and she’s fine. Then, it is not as if the chaos kids are incapable of functioning without those Embershards. You do not see the other Terrans with them, do you!? No. You don’t. Those two just wanted a bit of revenge for their surprise sacrifice–of which was a necessity that I knew they wouldn’t relent to willingly. That is why they were determined to remain unresponsive! I didn’t betray anyone!” A small, manic laugh escaped him and he added without thinking, “I don’t even remember what happened after I put on that Primus damned corrupted gauntlet!” Apparently, even without the surges from the Titan, the chaos energy spikes had stayed with him. He was probably shaking too much to be taken seriously.

Megatron looked at him with a strange expression on his faceplate. Starscream wanted to blast it off, yet of course, no plasma cannon. Plus the cursed wall between them still. Seriously, why wasn’t the idiot breaking it down to beat him into the Pit by now!?

“You don’t…” Megatron vented in confusion, mulling over what had just been said. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that.”

Starscream scoffed, “Oh spare me your doubt. You know nothing. You want to accuse me of betraying the Decepticons? They abandoned ME! And you LET them! I cannot say I am surprised, but for you to say it’s MY fault?? That is just how they are! That is why I cannot count on anyone but myself! And so what if I went a bit overboard with the gauntlet’s power? Earth deserves to BURN! What reason has this place given me to harbor any opinion otherwise? Cybertron is our home, not this organic mess! And YOU got the Allspark incinerated by the Prime’s moronic decision to blow the space bridge! You want to make a new life here for Cybertronians? Forgive me if I am a bit skeptical of how to accomplish that with humans running around.”

Megatron continued to scrutinize him with regard to his statements in a way that was no longer amusing. He had no right to look at Starscream that way. Like he was insane. He wasn’t insane! This fool wanted the truth and he couldn’t even take it!

“We do not know for sure if the Allspark was destroyed…” The big lug didn’t even sound like he believed it himself. He just wanted to live in the denial of his pathetic field of flowers with that equally stupid mech he pined after for vorns.

“You only attempt to believe otherwise to savor your vision of your precious Prime.” Starscream spit. This statement brought a more pleasing air of irritation to Megatron’s faceplate that made Starscream grin again. 

“Additionally,” Megatron tried to deflect, “Humans, as a general species, are not our enemy. We are perfectly capable of coexisting. Dorothy convinced me of this. Humans are just as varied as us Cybertronians. Violence… has proved itself to not be a viable means towards real progress.”

 Starscream could roll his optics at the initial drabble, but hearing Megatron try to admonish violence as a whole– Megatron? He knew he’d gotten soft, but this was absurd. Especially when that hypocrite’s first greeting card was still a signature blast of plasma to the chassis. 

He stared at the silver mech, Starscream’s optics flickering back to blue as the crimson lightning retreated into the deep seeded hole in his spark. Starscream slowly started to laugh which devolved rather quickly as he nearly doubled over, steadying himself on the wall and covering his optics with a servo. “Y-you– HAH! Oh my Primus that’s RICH! You, Megatron, the infamous warlord. You want to preach to me about violence being wrong?! Do you hear yourself?!” Starscream struggled to articulate anything more coherent than that in his hysteria.

He thought of Thundercracker, who had held shiny ideals in his spark all those vorns ago. Before Megatron had sent them into a battlefield they should never have entered. Starscream had tried to explain to their incompetent, illustrious leader exactly why, and was subsequently tossed aside as usual. Forced to lead his trine to their demise. He had slipped away from the carnage, only to realize that his trine mates were nowhere in sight. Megatron had told him to retreat and leave them. Starscream didn’t listen, yet still had only found a barely conscious Skywarp in the rubble. Thundercracker died fighting a battle he had never wanted to fight. He had constantly asked Starscream to advocate for less brutal or reckless tactics favored by the warlord, but those pleas had never been heard. Any time Starscream had offered an alternative to ramming their helms into a wall of Autobots, he would be assaulted into submission for daring to question their lord. 

Starscream can understand caution in battle, but the absence of violence in conflict is a foolish aspiration. He had explained that to Thundercracker when they first joined the Decepticons. Now here was Megatron, standing before him after all these vorns, denigrating the framework of a cause he had forged. 

The fool seemed at a loss for words as he blankly watched and waited for Starscream’s laughter to die out. Starscream’s vocalizer whirled at the strain as he finally pulled himself together, “Be-believe me, I would love to list exactly every single reason to explain just how hypocritical you have become Megatron; but I know from experience that words are useless on your thick helm.”

Megatron ex-vented and ran a servo down his face, “Starscream… would you please work with me here?”

Starscream’s optics widened and his wings flicked back. It was his turn to be left absolutely flabbergasted. This mech truly was full of surprises as of late. Why was he talking like that? What was he trying to pull now?

Starscream straightened himself and now eyed Megatron more warily, “Work with you?” He paused for a bit of drama and to analyze the ex-warlord’s frame-language, then assumed a sweeter tone as he put his servos behind his back. “I will only agree to be cooperative if I am to get something out of this exchange, my dear Megatron. As is in my oh so self-serving nature, after all.” He placed a servo over his chassis for effect. “If you wish for me to disclose anything of interest to you, you’ll have to bargain for it.” The seeker slid up to the cell’s barrier and leaned forward with a conniving smirk. 

Megatron’s faceplate looked positively disgusted. Good.

“You are in no position to make deals, Starscream.” He proclaimed like a fool.

“On the contrary, I am in the exact position to do so! What have I to lose if you refuse? Disclosing anything you desire without anything in return would still leave me with nothing in the end. So give me some incentive, hm? Or do you plan to remove this silly barrier and beat it out of me like the good ol’ days? Wouldn’t that just be easier? Oh, but that’d challenge your cute, flimsy little ploy of pacifism, now wouldn’t it?”

Megatron threw his servo out from his side like he could smack the idea away. “That is not what I’m here for!” He insisted as his volume rose again, “All I wanted, was to try and have a civil conversation with you! But I should’ve known that’d be impossible.”

Starscream’s grin dropped, and he rolled his optics with the swing of his hips which he landed his servos upon, “Ah yes, I am sure that is all you came for.”

Megatron’s servos clenched into fists as they often did when frustrated, but the slagging idiot still wouldn’t relent to his typical violent impulses. “Fine. What could you want in exchange for giving me a legitimate answer to my question?”

“Hm, I assume my freedom would be off the table?” Starscream tried, which Megatron answered with a glare. “Pity. With my vast array of skills, I would be a far more valuable asset to you all on the outside–”

“No. Get on with it.”

Star grumbled his complaints, then paused in thought. “Well, perhaps you could permit me a meeting with Hashtag. Speaking with her would certainly be far more pleasant than being forcibly subjected to your disgusting faceplate.”

Megatron’s expression shifted to that confusing state from before, then reverted back to one of stern suspicion. “Very well, but she will not be alone. She will have an Autobot chaperon close by.”

Starscream’s wings flicked in a mock shrug, “If you insist. It is not as if I intend to manipulate her to my whim in an effort to convince her to release me from this Pit. That would be absurd. Shame on your paranoid processor for thinking it.” He tisked.

Megatron actually rolled his own optics, which Starscream found extremely amusing. “Right. On that note, tell me, what are your intentions? You still seem to be fond of the sparkling, despite your recent actions. Help me understand, Starscream.”

Perhaps the Prime had put him up to this.

“A little back and forth of being at odds isn’t unheard of, especially amongst Decepticons. Why do you act like it is so strange?”

“It’s a matter of loyalty, Starscream. The infighting amidst the Decepticons was by no means an advantage, in fact, it was a constant hindrance!”

Starscream scoffed, but couldn’t think of a good retort to the statement. It was objectively true, and he would not tell Megatron he was right. He waved a servo dismissively, “Regardless, what else was it you wanted to ask me?”

“What is your endgame?”

“Ah well, ideally I would lead the Decepticons to victory and rule over a newly forged Cybertron.” He stated plainly. “Although, determining a means at which to breathe life back into the ball of scrap it’s become, is the most tricky. But if everyone had just listened to me,” He put a servo to his chassis, “then we could stop with the silly killing each other dribble and finally reformat our government as intended, on a very much alive Cybertron. On the other servo, you just decided for yourself that you were tired of playing war with the Prime. I might have agreed with you about starting some form of delegation. But no. How could any of us have any right to be consulted by the mighty Megatron. You just up and decided to go behind our backs. And now you love to prattle about being a team. Tch.”

Megatron hummed disapprovingly of the seeker’s snark. “How did your scheme to use the Emberstone to control the Titan and destroy Witwicky possibly work toward those goals? That was a rather needlessly violent approach, and aimed towards Earth’s inhabitants, not Cybertron.”

“Well I couldn’t exactly reach Cybertron, now could I? Because someone destroyed the only space bridge. And the technology here is far too primitive to rebuild a new one. The situation changed my approach. Evidently, it was a flop, but I blame Quintus and his faulty artifact for that.” The lingering energy in his spark sent a sort of warning shock that made his optic and wing twitch. He flatly ignored it. “Now if you want any more oddly interpersonal queries answered, we can discern another trade."

Megatron stared a moment before turning away, “No, that will be all for now, Starscream.”

Suddenly, Starscream actually felt as if he didn’t want him to leave. Had he bored the mech somehow? Scrap! He hadn’t even succeeded in riling him up enough to open the door! But he couldn’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t be overtly obvious that he was intentionally aiming for a confrontational response. Then here he was, being dismissed as if he were still a soldier under the oaf’s command. No matter. At least he had scored a meeting with Hashtag. That could be something to look forward to, he supposed. 

“Uh- right then… don’t forget our deal!” It was too sudden for Starscream’s liking.

Megatron didn’t even respond to him as he rounded the corner. Conversation. Yes that mech was as skilled in that department as ever. Whether he was too wrapped up in whatever thoughts were sloshing around in his helm, or if he pointedly ignored Starscream for some reason or another; it was always hard to tell. 

Now, Starscream was left to his own devices yet again. Alone. No need to be dramatic, he didn’t actually enjoy Megatron’s company. Solitary was surely preferable. 

He just hoped they wouldn’t forget him in there for too long this time…

That’s all it was.

[bluemoon1331]

Net/Seashell

Day 3, here we go! This one is a bit longer. Tbh they're all gonna wildly vary in length lol. @daycarefriendpickup

 A lazy afternoon sun warms Sun's casing as he travels along the beach, humming a pleasant tune. Flip flops kick along wet sand, khaki shorts and Hawaiian floral top allowing his free moments. His boonie hat shields him from his namesake's harsh glare, head lifting to peer at the cloud-speckled sky that his eyes seek to match in its brilliance.

He had truly needed a day like this. It's been far too long since he's been to the beach, between Moon's nagging and Eclipse's stoic nature. Breathing in the whipping wind, Sun exhales his worries. Surely nothing could bring such a perfect excursion down!

Trailing further and further along the cliff side, Sun's merry attitude only builds. Several small trinkets and water-smoothed minerals present themselves to him, but he leaves them where they lie after an admiring look. It never did feel quite right to him to snatch something from nature where it was minding its own business.

Rounding a bend as he muses, Sun perks in place at a rocky curvature, brimming with water, dipping below his sight. Oh! A tide pool! There must surely be some fish or other ocean creature sitting inside, waiting for the tide to come back in.

Excited, Sun scurries forward, processor gushing at what he might discover.

Only...

When he gets a certain distance, Sun becomes aware of a loud crash upon the water. Head swiveling toward the ocean, his brow pinches, bewildered, but hopeful. Was he about to seeing an otter, perhaps? They were known to frequent the area.

Except, the next splash, which comes a minute later, and far more subdued, reaches him from where he was headed. Startling, Sun's focus whips about, and his hesitant steps bring him forward. Whatever might be in the tide pool, he didn't want to scare it.

Reaching the rim, Sun carefully peeks over.

His systems freeze in utter shock.

Several feet down, the sand bottoms into a deep but small bowl. The water is little more than calf deep, certainly enough for the schools of tiny minnows and crabs that normally find shelter there.

But that's not what's in the tide pool. Not this time.

A tangled, messy web weaves over flesh, pressed so wire-thin tight and taunt in some places that it slices through scale and skin. An intricate tail flops uselessly, bent at an uncomfortable, curving angle. Beneath his feet, Sun's distress builds to match the mer ensnared and trapped inside the pool, clearly weakened by struggle, fighting to breath properly, collapsed on its side halfway in and out of the saltwater.

A gasp slips from him, and he watches the mer jerk. Round, frightened eyes, tinged by a hint of fire, find him. Reality stops, Sun's processor threatening to fry under the assault as his mind screams at him in jerky, disorganized coding. Do something!

"You poor dear," he softly tuts, forcing his limbs out of auto lock. The mer tenses, teetering on the edge of fight or flight, even though there's obviously no way for either. Their arms are among the most entrenched, ichorous liquid oozing into the water.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sun lowers himself and hunches in. "It's okay," he whispers in the softest tones he can muster. "I'm going to get you out of this."

The mer stills once more, regarding him critically, seeming to calculate. Sun tilts his head slightly, unsure what to make of its current expression. Did it...understand him?

Akin to a melting glacier, the sea creature relaxes itself, going fully limp in the water. Its fleeting strength leaves it. Whatever Sun plans to do, it fully falls to his mercy.

Every movement is measured and calming as Sun creeps closer, examining his patient, awaiting motion, as well as taking in the damage. The net is made of a fine mesh, that which your, Sun notes, wicked claws might easily be able to severe, if not for the stretchiness built in. The smallest, sturdiest cords are what chain you, threatening to slice muscle as if it's butter.

Sun realizes quite immediately that this is not going to be an easy process. One wrong move, an unintended snag, and you could very well lose a limb, or fingers. If he were able to, Sun knows there would be sweat building upon his brow. His code fizzles as is, and he considers the idea of calling Moon and Eclipse.

Gaze skimming you again, Sun dismisses the thought as soon as it arrives. Trying to guide them here, to this remote spot, would take far too long. A sickening sensation in his wires did not like how much you fought to simply breathe. Not to mention bringing more people here might push you into panic again. No, he needed to act, now.

Reaching into the folds of his shorts, Sun withdraws a thin-bladed pocket knife. Moon would scoff at him for carrying such a thing when they were literally made of metal, but Sun couldn't help how much of a boy scout he is. One never knew when such a tool might be needed, and he is more glad than ever that he didn't let Moon's teasing discourage him. He didn't know what else he might've done to help you in this moment if he didn't have it on him.

Crouching close, Sun eases it open, a display to assure you as you watch though slitted lids that he isn't going to move too fast and stab you.

When it clicks in place, Sun lowers it at an equal pace to catch beneath one of the net's wires. Keeping his knife perfectly sharpened, it manages to slice it with little resistance. One down, a bajillion to go.

As Sun works, he's aware of your tired gaze boring into him. The last of your efforts seem to go into keeping your lungs functioning and filled, eventually even your eyes closing through your strain. There are parts where he has to set aside the knife to unspool it by hand, not able to work the blade underneath without further cutting you, and he winces at seeing your faint flinching.

The task takes him far longer than he would have liked, but he gets to the last bit holding your tail in place as the blazing sphere above descends near the horizon.

A low noise, caught between a groan and a whistle, escapes you at your freedom. Mustering the will to pry your lids apart once more, you regard him thoughtfully. Again, Sun recognizes a burning touch of intelligence in your scrutiny.

Whatever conclusion you reach, you abruptly twist and writhe, a mutilated arm lashing out to grab at the sand and heave yourself forward. The action is laborious, beginning to drag yourself toward the ocean, which Sun now realizes is swiftly encroaching on the sand. So deep was his concentration, he nearly missed the incoming tide.

Still, for a close as it was, it was clearly too far from reach for you. Jolting at that unmistakable fact, Sun mentally berates himself and scampers into action. "Here, let me help," he insists, kneeling in his haste to aid you once more.

A shudder of revolt comes at the unexpected contact, lashing around to glare at Sun. Said animatronic freezes, it sheepishly dawning on him that he probably moved too fast for your liking. Ducking his head apologetically, bearing a strained smile, Sun immobilizes his limbs, already halfway through scooping you by your tail and shoulders.

"Sorry," he mumbles, unsure if it would be wise to withdraw suddenly and risk jarring you, or if he should just wait for you to resume your stubborn crawl.

Instead, an awkward silence settles between you both, interrupted only by the blustering wind. Confused, Sun dares a peek at your expression, discerning your next bout of musing. At a snail's pace, you dip you head in a nod. Elation zips through Sun's frame at your continued trust, and he resumes lifting you, treating you like glass as he does.

You are heavier than he expected, joints groaning at the pressure, but he straightens his spine and marches for the waterline.

Sea foam washes around his knees as Sun carefully returns you to the brine. There's instant relief to your posture, someone returning home after a harrowing ordeal. You admire the water dripping from your claws, a small smile peeking through, before shooting a glance his way. Sun offers a tiny, shy wave, your focus flicking from it back to his face.

Then you're gone, vanishing below the waves so fast Sun hardly catches a glimpse of your tail, blending in to the deep blue.

Warmth at his good deed fills him, yet he can't resist a tinge of disappointment. There was so much to unpack about this encounter, and the fact he would likely never see you again sent chagrin rippling.

It was for the best. He wouldn't have dared to ask or take more time from you, when you were in such distress. At least it had happened, and he could keep it with him for as long as he remained online. A special moment, for himself. He doubted his brothers would believe him anyway.

Turning, Sun starts sloshing his way toward dry land, only to jump when a firm grab wraps around his ankle. Head swiveling, his optics widen fully to see you, claws an iron vice despite your fleeting strength moments ago. For a brief second, it hits Sun that you, an obvious predator, could easily drag him down, defenseless in his metal design that would sink him.

To his immense relief, all that happens is your other hand ascending, presenting a cupped palm to Sun. Saltwater flows past your fingers, glinting with grains of sand.

It takes a moment, but Sun spots the object in your hand. A conch shell. The colors spiral together in beautiful golden browns, pinks, and ivory, a single, strange strip of jagged powdery red marking it from tip to tip, swirling deeper inside.

Mesmerized, Sun gently retrieves it. Your hand lowers, lingering while he examines it. The shell almost seems to emit its own soft glow, outshining the fading rays above.

Call. If you need.

The melodic cord echoes through him, sending his system into overdrive, threatening to crash. A lightning bolt of shock courses across his body, gaze flying up to meet yours. There is no indication that you have spoken, yet the intense look you give makes him unable to deny the voice in his head.

Observing his baffled acknowledgement, you whirl around one last time. Sun's hand begins to raise, voicebox processing a call that does not leave him. In a blink, you are truly gone, and Sun is left cradling your gift and message, staring, mystified, out to sea.

[klapollo]

some basic tips for getting a job in this horrible market

hi all -- long story short, as many of you know, i just finished a three+ month job search after being laid off. here's what i learned:

Your resume should be your accomplishments, not your tasks. When I started searching, my bullet points in my resume were things like "used x software" or "wrote x content." Your resume should be you bragging. EX: "I used x software to turn around 100 deliverables a month," "I managed [x amount] sales associates and was named highest commission earner x months in a row." These don't have to be lifechanging things or massive projects -- any metric that demonstrates your capabilities well can do the job.

Make sure your resume is ATS optimized. Most jobs/companies use automated resume processing, and lots of great people get rejected this way. If you're getting rejection emails on Sunday morning or in the middle of the night, these are probably auto-rejections. ATS is the automatic system that sifts through resumes -- you can find free ATS-optimized templates online, I got min through resume.com. Do NOT use fancy graphics, headshots, any extraneous info. Use sites like jobscan to see if your resume is able to be parsed by an auto resume processor.

Use numbers. Make sure your resume has lots of numbers indicating your skills. "I helped my franchise achieve X% of revenue growth," "I drove x amount of deliveries daily." Any impressive numerical amounts are useful. If your company is tight-lipped about numbers, go to press releases. Ex: an app I did a considerable about of work for generated a lot of money that my company disclosed, so I put down that i contributed to that revenue via my work.

Have a template cover letter. Cover letters can give you an advantage, but they're tedious. Take note of what qualities are most sought-after in your field/ideal role, and write a generic cover letter that applies to most of them. When applying, do minor tweaks such as including the company name or any unique qualifications. Be careful about typos and leaving in old tweaks!

Use the free month of LinkedIn Premium if you're on there. I got some results from cold DMing recruiters for jobs I was interested in, and Premium lets you do that freely. Remember to cancel at the end of the month!

If you're looking for remote work, here are some boards I used: Remote.co, Otta, Remote Rocketship, Swooped, Best Writing (writing-focused)

[patheticlittleguy]

not to worry, i only do this when recovering from Covid

thanks notes app 👍 very informative (pigeon so the post isn’t so long)

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Wireless CarPlay 9-Inch Headunit for KIA K3/RIO 2015

Headunit With Carplay For KIA K3/ RIO LOW | 2015 | 9INCH

[cozzzynook]

How Batacon Roddy met Ratbat :D

Rodimus was simply relaxing watching the sun slowly set. Its warm beams slowly casting a golden light over the Auto-bot base, hard to think this was a time of war. Rodimus just simply shook his helm pushing those thoughts away he didn't want to think about that at this moment he just wanted to enjoy the sunset. His long ears gave a twitch as he tried to focus with no luck as his sensitive hearing kept picking up a high pitch cry.

Narrowing his optics Rodimus quickly took flight towards the strange noise wondering if one of those Auto-bots have accidently got themselves trapped somewhere. "Clumsy mecha" Rodimus snorted to himself as he finally landed, his optics narrowed as he scanned the mostly barren meadow. Following the noise Rodimus kept his guard up he never had strayed this far away from his colony or the caves he called home, the outside was a strange and dangerous place. He then paused letting out a gasp as he spotted a little frame lying in the clump of rubble, trotting closer Rodimus let out little soothing clicks as he approached the sparkling.

"Hey its okay, its okay" Rodimus cooed as he wrapped one wing around the tiny frame pulling them closer to his chest. His optics went wide when he saw the sparkling's face, a fellow batacon a sparkling with no creators in sight. "You're safe now. Its okay"

Ratbat gave weak little clicks as he snuggled closer to Rodimus chest, the warmth soothing the aches and pains in his frame as he allowed the strange red bat wrap his wings around him. Once relaxed Ratbat began to softly purr already beginning to drift into recharge.

"Oh, Come on lets get out of here. You must be hungry" Rodimus felt himself getting attached to this little sparkling as his spark painfully tugged at his long dormant instincts. Once he had gotten this sparkling somewhere safe and well fed he will begin searching for answers and possibly where their creators had vanished too, but for now Rodimus promised to keep the little sparkling safe. "Don't worry little one. I'll keep you safe, promise"

{Bonus:} Soundwave awoke inside a prison cell. His helm still spun as memorise from the battle flashed in his processor forcing a low growl from the blue con's intake as he scanned the brig. His servos balled into fists as he watched a couple of bots pass his cell, he knew they had done something to his cassettes since he couldn't reach them and he was going to make them pay.

Soundwave being taken away from his cassettes is a dangerous thing even Megatron made sure didn’t happen…

The autobots have failed themselves..big time

Love this!

[youcouldmakealife]

Hello! Another writing question! Which word processor do you use? I've been relying on Google Docs, but want to upgrade. TYIA!

I've been using Scrivener for many, many years now. Like a shocking number of years, given I am the kind of person who picks up every new program or app with 'this will surely fix me' energy, only to discard them when they did not, in fact, fix me (or they stopped providing The Dopamine, or I started tracking too many things and things got too convoluted, or--)

Before I was using Scrivener, I was using Word (or an open source alternative, depending), and I use Google Docs for editing, but Scrivener, and its ability for me to have a work space that includes all my projects (they're all in one project called 'kitchen sink', unless it's a novel I'm prepping for publication, in which case it gets its own project). It's basically the ideal program for someone who flits from piece to piece, and it's insanely customizable, which is probably the reason I've never left for more novel pastures: if I change the way I want to work, I can alter it to suit.

If you're a one project at a time person, I still pretty heartily recommend it, because it has spots for ancillary bits that you need to have access to but don't necessarily fit in the main file (character profiles, a scene you cut but really like a few lines from, research, etc)

It can do a ton for you if you put the time into learning it (I not only write in it, but also format my books for publication within it), but you don't need to use all its bells and whistles.

Most exciting of all: you buy it once. Like. Seriously. Not even once per laptop or whatever, though I'd still be hyped about that.

They also have a really generous trial where you can use it for 30 days (not calendar, but days of use -- if you used it once a week, say, that'd be 30 weeks).

I'm genuinely really happy to stump for them because I use it like...every single day and every time I've had trouble with it, it's because of something I did or didn't do (say, forgot to set up auto backup) rather than a problem with the program. They've also been actively refining it and working on it the entire time I've had it. In a world that's gone all in on apps over programs, subscription based models over ownership, and general enshittification, it's a product that just...works. I love it. Could not more highly recommend at least giving the trial a shot. (it's available for Mac, PC, and IOS)

[lavenlady]

AAAA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM GLAD THAT YOU LIKED MY IDEA!!! THIS STORY IS SO COOL!!!!

And can I ask you to write a sequel? I would like to see the interactions between the child reader and the characters of the second season.

Here you go! Enjoy!

✪ The Last ✪ | Platonic Metal Cardbot & Metal Cardbot S x Child!Cardbot!Reader - part 2

part 1, part 3

You were waiting for others to return with the mini Gallons, you were pacing around nervously. That is untill they returned, or you have thought so. Blue Cop and Jun were accompanied by a girl named Peruru. You were confused, where were the rest?

You with mini Gallons in your servos quickly closed the distance between them. Your cheerful expression flattering as you noticed there were no summoning of others. You looked at Blue Cop with your innocent wide optics, expecting him to explain the situation. Did they go somewhere you didn't know?

The police car slowly and in the lightest way possible says what happened. Now they had to help the newcomer and find where that shrimp-looking Cardbot kept your family. You were slowly playing less and less, having nobody to spent time with you. Even when new team members appeared, you just couldn't forget about the previous one. Buffy giving you fuel, Ambie teaching you new thing, Phoenix's water cannons, Shadow's pranks, Dexter's nature talks, Busty's inventions, Guardy's sword, Fleta's practice shooting, Trucker's Musica Latina, Hook's and Iron's banter - you missed everything dearly.

You would quietly sit by the entrance of the Auto Shop and wait for them to return, only to be presented with someone new. The mini Gallons accompanied you as if watching over for Buster Gallon. It's not like you despised the newcomers, you felt as if you were replacing your family. After first Cardbot was sealed you finally got some alone time with Blue Cop.

" Where is Iron or Hook or others? I miss them Blue... " You stared from your usual spot into the road, waiting for similar vehicles to appear. Blue Cop's guilt ate away at his processor. He could only assure you that they were somewhere and just needed to be found. He even took off his hat for you to try on, but your reaction wasn't as ecstatic as would usually be. It made him worry further, but his new teammates had something in store.

Cielo was at first cold and distant, even to you. You would offer fuel to him and ask about his friends, but he avoided looking at you. You always thought you were doing something wrong. That is untill he explained his friendship with Mukara. After that he would accept little tinkers you brought to him, even if he didn't know what they were for. He offered fly with you around, but was politely declined by Blue Cop after witnessing how fast he could go. Mega Ambler wouldn't forgive him if anything happened to you.

Musclehyde immediately got along with you, he even did a little interview accompanied by you with others. You liked how funny it looked when he switched his horns, he even let you and Cielo mess with them. You thought his second pair of servos was cool and often asked to play with them. He really was like a gentle giant, he managed to make you play with enthusiasm again. You loved to spend time with him and listened to his stories from interviews.

Rock Crush was nice to hang out with, though a little frightened, but still one of the best Cardbots you met. He was careful with you, mostly because his vision was bad and simply didn't want to accidentally hurt you. You liked his drill and freezing ability. You were often near him, pulling him with you wherever you went. You even kept your volume down for him and he adored that.

Red Blitz was the one behind the dissapearance of your family, so naturally you held a grouge. This earned him a nickname Shrimp, aimed to make fun of his appearance that resembled the animal. You didn't get along well at first, but overtime he started to be more tolerable. You found his ability cool and unique. He wouldn't admit it, but you are quite fun to spend time with, even if you have your disagreements.

Deep Bite has the coolest alternate mode you had ever seen! What do you mean he looked scary? His shark teeth were the best. At first you were shy, hiding behind Blue Cop's legs. Deep Bite thought he scared you untill you found the courage later and complimented his looks. Maybe he would get along with Shadow X. His trident was cool too! He spent time listening to you, gladly answering any question you had.

Blasttrain is truly something, having a drone? It was the first time you saw one. You were curious about the train and often would try to talk to him. You were shocked that he could fly in the air, creating his own rails. You were mesmerised by him. He would always have an optic out for you, you were still a child afterall and needed some supervision.

Glober was at first a mystery, though you liked to hear the Cardbot's stories from his travels. You followed him around whenever he showed up. You were grateful he kept Rock Crush safe and hoped to spent time with him for a longer time. You found out his hat was detachable like Blue Cop's and ever since tried to get a hold of it.

Sky Gallop is a plane, a big one at that so you were awe struck. His ability was cool! He could gallop through the air! Though you caught little glimpses of each other, you got along well. His bow reminded you of Fleta Z' one. Oh, how much you missed all of them.

Flash Vector and Spark Beat spent a short time with you, but liked you already. The first one to meet you was Flash Vector, who saw you with other Cardbots in Auto Shop. Spark Beat heard about you from him. You were probably the lone surviving child of Machina. After everything was over they spent the little time to get to know you well. You truly were a miracle.

Flame Nova was impressed, a single child surviving in space and luckily ending up on Earth. You have so much potential. After winning, he planned to separate you from them and teach you his way of a Star Guardian. Even though he got beat, he still could influence your life. You hadn't really interacted with him yet, but from what Blue Cop explained, he was a bad person. Now at least you all can try to change his twisted point of view.

Gigantrex had little time to get along with you, but made the best of it anyway. He was so tall! Maybe even surpassing Heavy Iron! He really was like a father, it was evident that he deeply cared about Red Blitz and he returned the feeling. He was soft with you as well, even though Spellanza was transporting Cardbots, they were all adults, not children, so you were a blessing in disguise.

After the final battle and the return of the previous team everyone started to talk to each other. You mostly looked at them, happy that they returned, but having little to no energy to spend time with them. The first Cardbot to talk to you was Mega Ambler, as the teams medic he had to check if you were well. You nearly feel into recharge in the middle of the check. The older Cardbot could only sigh as he picked up your exhausted form from the ground and placed you comfortably in his arms.

You tiredly interacted with everyone, content with your family finally being found. After a long while it was the time to depart and everyone choose their new paths. As you all were to be placed into the Metal Breath, you managed to give a tired wave to your new friends, who returned the small gesture. Soon you found yourself on the way home as the other kids started to go through the taken photos.

You caught a glimpse of a familiar frame, Red Blitz. " Isn't that Shrimp? " You watched with your now wide awake optics as you analyzed the photo.

" Who? " Black Hook looked funny at you. Others followed suit as they had never heard that name before.

" Him, Shrimp! " Your hologram floated closer to the figure in the photo you were talking about.

" Oh Yeah, Red Blitz. " Blue Cop replied, remembering you had talked about this nickname before.

" Hmm, I see the similarities. " Buffalo Crush was the next to speak up. " Why did you come up with it? "

" Uhh, well - I was mad, so I though the nickname had to make fun of him, but I never called him that. " You sheepishly looked the other way. Then Black Hook laughed at the revelation.

" They learned from the best, right weird eyes? " He waited for the wanted reply.

" What did you just say?! " And so Heavy Iron and Black Hook started arguing as always, with them there would be no peace. You listened in with slight happiness, you had gained new friends and found your family. Finally you were all together after so long! You hoped it would last as long as it could.

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[damnfandomproblems]

#9051

thats a much better solution than feeding it into AI, thats for sure

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

Including additional response to the same problem:

Anon:

legit I have copy/pasted a fic into a word processor and ran the auto spellcheck at the least to make it readable

[under0-0s]

I have a question: does FRIDAY, and also JARVIS, count as Vocaloids? If you've heard of Vocaloid and know what I'm talking about ofc

"Vocaloids? Please. FRIDAY and JARVIS are leagues ahead. You’re talking about glorified autotune with anime aesthetics, and I’ve built fully functional AI with sarcasm processors and an actual sense of humor. FRIDAY could generate a Vocaloid if she wanted to—probably with better stage presence, too."

"Do Vocaloids run global security systems? Pilot Iron Man suits? Keep me from setting the kitchen on fire? No? Then no, they don’t count. But if I ever did make a Vocaloid, it’d be the best damn one in existence—auto-tune, holograms, and a built-in laser show. You’re welcome."