#getter go

[emeraldcodex]

Happy birthday to my favourite little guys, the most normal and stable mechs of all time

[alphamecha-mkii]

Getter Go Original Weapon by 山羊てつや

[selketshaula]

岩山に刻まれる伝説 by あやちゅ

[satsuha]

started a femc run... the contrast in their victory poses is funny to me

[gilbirda]

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.

[t4t4tclethian]

finally watching mumbo's episode 4. why is his bit with burning diamonds whenever he thinks smth mean about ren somehow meaner than anything he couldve actually said

[sinita-incognita]

MIKU MIKU GETTA BIIMU

[pratchettquotes]

"You know, I still think it would help if we thought of all this as a valuable opportunity," said Ridcully.

"That's true," said the Dean, sitting up. "It's not many times in your life you get the chance to die of hunger on some bleak continent thousands of years before you're born. We should make the most of it."

"I meant that pitting ourselves against the elements will bring out the best in us and forge us into a go-getting and hard-hitting team," said Ridcully. This view got no takers.

"I'm sure there must be something to eat," mumbled the Chair of Indefinite Studies, looking around aimlessly. "There usually is."

"After all, nothing is beyond men like us," said Ridcully.

"That's true," said Ponder. "Oh gods, yes. That's true."

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

[breezybeej]

I love that Spike just doesn't seem to give a shit about sunlight. My man just tarps himself up and sprints around head down. I know he runs headfirst into walls sometimes but you know, it's nice. He also drives like this which is also extremely funny.

No other vampire seems willing to do it. Because most other vamps have a sense of self-preservation and shame.

Actually kind of telling. The only dude we see make An Attempt on himself is also the one who is constantly running headfirst into his biggest weakness without a care in the world. Much like the rest of his character, he's a huge dumbass but also doing what no one else will.

[lsunstreakerl]

3k of project emt! I picked a path here for the mitties and stuck with it, so if that's not your jam I respect it, because I didn't think it was mine either, but. here we are. relevant tags below the cut. max pov! explicit! (max/yuki and max/daniel)

relevant heads up: omegaverse (duh), mitties, maxussy, yukussy(?), in context of the mitties: biological milk (max is just as confused as you are)

Max is chatting with Gabi about tire temps in the hallway- there's not immediately any cameras or boom mics around, which is, he's sure, the only reason Gabi even thinks about it.

They're laughing about a joke Crane had made off stream the other night, getting ready to leave, when Gabi darts forward. Max assumed it's for a hug, so he's thoroughly unprepared for Gabi to nose at his neck, hands snaking up the front of his chest and squeezing.

He doesn't mean to gasp- it's not appropriate, wildly out of form- but Gabi's thin fingers are gone as quickly as they'd appeared.

"Thank you dame!"

It's tossed over his shoulder with a bright grin as Gabi leaves, and Max is left standing in the hallway, cheeks bright red. It's not Gabi's fault, he couldn't possibly have known how sensitive Max's chest has gotten.

Still. Max needs to get a handle on things. The dame instincts are getting out of hand.

------

Max doesn't consider Yuki one of the pups- he's just old enough to not trigger Max's instincts, but he's still not entirely close with the other omega.

At least, he didn't think so.

He might need to reevaluate. Yuki comes into his hotel room after an impromptu meeting about the car, and Max had been able to see the incredulous expression he'd been wearing throughout the meeting.

The car is definitely worse than they're letting on.

The other omega doesn't even knock- just lets himself into Max's room, swinging the door shut behind him as he toes his shoes off and advances towards where Max is lounging on the bed playing FIFA.

"Yuki?"

Max pauses the game, trying to parse out Yuki's scent. Irritation, worry, stress- he's confused for a moment on the more subtle notes before he realizes Yuki is also wet.

Yuki doesn't slow in his approach, hopping up onto the bed and crawling over Max, tossing his controller to the side before he straddles his hips, face dropping down into Max's chest.

"This team is fucked, why did no one say anything?"

Max decides it's probably best not to mention that he's been saying things. He runs a hand down Yuki's back, comforting in the way he does for the pups, even if this situation is decidedly different- Yuki has one of Max's thighs pinned between his own, and his fingers are pushing up underneath his shirt.

Usually when a pack member storms in wanting to fuck, it's one of the alphas.

"It is a good chance to prove yourself?"

Max offers it weakly, and Yuki lifts his head to glare at him as he tugs at Max's shirt, pulling it off over his head.

"I don't want your press answers, I want-"

His hands slide up Max's abs, and he shivers when Yuki's hands cup his chest, pupils dilating.

The moan that rips out of him when Yuki squeezes is a noise Max will need to take to his grave. His head drops back, and his scent sweetens with the notes of slick and arousal. Yuki purrs as he noses at Max's neck, scenting him. His hands rhythmically squeeze at Max's chest, and Max squirms slightly underneath him.

It feels weird, weirder than it did before he had the dame instincts. His pecs feel more dense, feel heavier on his chest. He's pretty sure it's actually impacted his weight.

"Yuki-"

The younger omega is grinding his hips on Max's thigh, hot and wet. He shuffles down, nosing at Max's collarbones before biting gently at the rounded muscle on the right side.

"They are perfect."

He sounds distracted, eyes looking at where his hands are cupping Max's chest, and Max whines, caught up in the sensations. They're new, not something he's used to- and he's been busy with the team and the pups lately, hasn't had a whole lot of time to go find someone to fuck him.

Yuki leaves another small bite, starbursts of sensation under Max's skin.

"Like stressballs."

What.

Max lifts his head, offended, and Yuki grins wide at him before he drops his head down, wrapping his lips around one of Max's nipples as he squeezes again.

Max jerks up, hands flying to Yuki's hair as his eyes roll back. It feels so good, like he's right on the precipice of something, but he can't quite get there.

Yuki purrs, hips rolling into Max's thigh harder as he sucks, bringing Max closer to the edge as he switches to the other side.

Max's chest is spit slick and red, marked with small bites scattered across the skin. He's soaked, trying helplessly to buck up against Yuki, who's getting more and more uncoordinated the closer he gets, scent thick and rich in the room.

Max wiggles a hand down between Yuki's hips and waistband. He's a good pack omega, knows what makes everyone tick- it's why he doesn't hesitate to slide three fingers into Yuki's wet heat, satisfied at the rush of slick he gets in response. He's thumbing at his clit as Yuki whines, and then the younger omega is biting down, hard.

Max's eyes roll back into his head, back arching. His fingers lock up inside of Yuki, whose desperate grind is starting to slow.

It feels- he feels-

He feels full, in a way that hurts. He has no idea what to do about it, and he's never felt this way before.

Yuki is panting softly against his skin, finally settling down as Max withdraws his fingers. He's still wet, aching inside, but it's nothing compared to the way his chest feels.

Yuki shuffles further down the bed, but Max stops him with a hand in his hair before he can get his face between his legs.

"I'm okay, mate."

Yuki cocks his head, but he listens, nodding as he slides off the bed. He leans down to press a kiss against Max's lips, scent gentle and satisfied, lingering in the room.

"Thank you Max. You are a good pack omega, and dame for the pups."

Max makes a confused noise. He's disoriented and horny- he's desperate, but not to get fucked, and it's doing weird things to his brain.

Yuki tilts his head, nodding at Max's chest.

"I'm sure they appreciate it."

Max is not any less confused.

------

Kimi panics when their meeting room door swings open, grabbing the paper with their Max list on it and shoving it down Ollie's shirt. They're all caught looking extremely guilty when Yuki steps in.

The older omega looks thoroughly unimpressed.

"Let me see it."

He makes a grab for Ollie's chest, who shuffles backwards.

"Mate, don't tit grab, it's rude."

Gabi snorts, and Yuki rolls his eyes.

"The entire pack knows what you are up to, let me see the list."

Ollie tugs it from his shirt, passing it over. Yuki snags the pen from where it's tucked behind Jack's ear, scrawling a new line at the bottom.

Project EMT:

Soft? Yes

Squishy? Yes

Comforting? Yes

Pillowy? Yes

Milk??? Yes

Kimi feels the blood rush out of his head at the new line, eyes going wide as he looks at Yuki.

Liam's eyes bug out of his head, and he's whipping his head back around to the older omega.

"Does it-"

Yuki frowns.

"I can tell it is there. I'm not sure Max knows it is there."

He shrugs.

"There is buildup. He will produce for you all, since you are pups."

Kimi's mouth is watering. He'd known coming into Formula 1 that things would be different- they'd gotten extreme lucky that their pack omega is as kind and welcoming as Max has been, and they're even luckier that Max's instincts have latched onto them.

Having a dame- most of them haven't had a dame since Formula 3, the last category where teams are required to have one on site.

Yuki wiggles his finger at them.

"Behave."

He leaves, door swinging shut behind him. There's a beat of silence.

And then a second one.

They're all scrambling at once a moment later, reevaluating, trying to figure how best to tackle this new information.

They need to know.

------

"Hey, Max."

Brad steps into his room, hands casually in his pockets. He's got scent blocking patches on, so Max can't pick up on his scent, but he looks relaxed.

Max pauses his laptop where he's been watching onboards, turning his attention to Brad.

"Brad?"

His trainer shifts, taking a deep breath before steeling himself, and Max narrows his eyes, wary.

"I wanted to talk to you about some biological stuff? And I'm not sure we're on the same page, mate."

Max shuts his laptop. This seems like... not a short conversation. He leans back against the couch, sighing.

"The dame thing has really fucked with me, honestly. I have no idea what's going on."

Brad winces.

"Yeah, about that. I think maybe you're suppressing some of those instincts?"

Max makes a face. He's much better about listening to his instincts now than he'd been when he was younger- he used to be terrible about it. Sure, the new instincts with the pups have been throwing him off, but he's still trying to listen.

"Not on purpose."

Brad nods.

"I didn't think so, I just, uh. I take it you didn't really have a dame in your life?"

He's right. Max hasn't gotten to spend all that much time with his own mother, and he'd never been allowed to spend time with the team dames that karting crews had- it was a glaring sign of weakness. Seb was the pack omega when Max had made it to Formula 1, but he wasn't a dame- although knowing what Max knows now, he wonders if spending time around Seb as a pup his rookie year could've changed that.

Probably not. Being a pup hadn't mattered anywhere else.

Max winces.

"Not really."

Brad reaches into his backpack, pulling out paper packets.

"Yeah, I figured. I printed you out some research and all that if you want to read on your own time, but mainly there's. Um. I've got a slightly awkward question for you, and I promise I'm only asking as your physio, okay?"

Max narrows his eyes.

"Okay...?"

"Are you producing?"

Max blinks at him.

"What?"

"Like. Milk."

The flush starts at his cheeks and ears, and Max buries his face into his hands,trying to ignore the hot flash of embarrassment that shoots through him. He'd been wondering-

"Ah, no? But-"

If there was ever someone Max should be honest to, it's Brad.

"-my chest has been feeling weird?"

Brad purses his lips, nodding.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not specialized with dames, mate. I went over it in school, but it's not my specialty. Are you okay if I reach out to a peer about it? Try and figure out what's best for your situation?"

Max winces, but he understands. Brad signed up for a world champion who happened to be an omega- he didn't sign up for a pack dame.

Neither did Max, but there's nothing he can do about that.

------

"Absolutely not."

Brad sighs, looking pleadingly at him.

"I can't speak for how the pack runs, Max, but I can tell you what I'm seeing, which is that there's growing pups in the pack, and you're trying to provide for them."

Max wrinkles his nose, glancing down at his own chest. It's definitely gotten bigger.

"How would I even...?"

His trainer shrugs.

"That's between you and the pack. But you need to figure out a way to, um, dispense it. Otherwise you might have actual health problems. For what it's worth, Nate said that it's good for pack bonds and emotional regulation for pups, so."

Great.

------

Max ignores it. Ignores it when his chest is sore, ignores it when his suit is tight zipping up to his neck, ignores it when he can't fall asleep, shifting uncomfortably.

At the same time, it feels like the pack is out to get him. The pups are constantly at chest height, always wanting scenting and hugs, and Max can't help himself from watching them carefully- it's stupid, they have trainers and strict diet plans, their nutrition is just fine.

He's not even thinking about the older pack members, who are becoming equally as obsessed. A few days ago Lando had spent thirty minutes eating him out on AirMax before propping his chin on Max's hip, sweetly asking if he can suck his tits.

Max had gone bright red and kicked him out of the nest.

Carlos has been more tactile than usual, squeezing at Max's hips or smacking him on the ass, and Charles has been just as bad, blatantly incapable of raising his head to at least pretend he's looking Max in the eyes.

Lewis has been nearby more often than not, especially during press. It hasn't escaped Max's notice that he and Lewis are in the same conferences, the way the pack alpha carefully watches the media. He and Lewis aren't like that- they work well as a team taking care of the pack, but generally Lewis isn't protective of him.

He's not thinking about any of that at the moment, legs wrapped around Daniel's head as he whines, the soft skin of his thighs rubbed raw by stubble.

"Fuck, Danny- please-"

It's a panting gasp. He has his fingers curled tight in the alphas hair, tugging as Daniel twists another finger inside him, mouth wet as he licks sloppily over his clit.

There's a low rumble against him, Daniel's scent heavy and thick in the room, intertwined with the sticky sweet notes of Max's own arousal.

Max feels a soft scrape of teeth against his skin, long fingers curling just right as he moans, legs pulling Daniel closer into his cunt. He's overwhelmed, sensitive from his last orgasm, but Daniel feels so good, and he's more than happy to spend hours down between Max's legs.

Max doesn't have hours- doesn't even have seconds as Daniel sucks at him again, free hand skating up his abs and groping at his chest.

The feeling of the alphas palm across his chest has him bucking up into Daniel's mouth, but he can't go anywhere, cresting higher and higher until he comes, arching up off the bed.

"Alpha, Danny, so good-"

Max tugs Daniel up with the fingers in his hair, and he goes willingly. He's grinning, Max's slick across his face, and he smells deeply satisfied as he settles on top of Max, shoving his face into his neck.

It's filthy- Daniel's heavy possessiveness, Max's own slick being smeared across his scent glands.

It'll probably piss off Lewis. Daniel isn't technically part of the pack anymore, but Max doesn't care. He formed a pack bond with Daniel before the rest of the drivers pack bothered to care- Max isn't leaving him behind.

He's purring, vibrations rattling through his chest as he starts to come down. He's on cycle schedulers, so while he only has real heats a few times a year, he has mock heats much more frequently. The doctor had described it with some kind of pressure valve analogy.

Max doesn't mind. He's enjoyed being able to see Daniel again, and the few days they've been together have been nice. He missed his scent, the way he fits perfectly around and inside of Max, how he knows exactly what Max needs.

He runs his fingers through Daniel's curls, thinking.

"Dan?"

There's a sleepy hum from on top of him.

"What's up, Maxy?"

Max wiggles slightly underneath him, forcing Daniel to blink his eyes open.

"Is it weird? To be a dame, and take care of pups that aren't mine?"

Daniel makes a face, pushing his scent stronger as he eyes Max.

"No? Maybe to you, since you've never had a healthy relationship in your life, but that's perfectly normal everywhere else. It's the entire point of having dames, Max. So that there's always someone who can watch pups, even if their parents aren't around. Jesus, Maxy, it's practically a foundational part of a pack."

Max swats at him, glaring.

"I'm not stupid, Daniel. I know why dames are important, I just. The rookies are older pups? They are almost not even pups anymore. There's only a year between Liam and Yuki."

Daniel is squinting at him. He gets grumpy whenever Max tries to talk to him after sex- prefers to take postcoital naps.

"So?"

Max frowns. Daniel is being dense on purpose.

"So why would I only-"

He pauses. He hasn't talked about the milk thing with Daniel- or with anyone outside of Brad, because it's embarrassing. Even though the papers Brad gave him labeled it as an expected result of the hormone switch when he became a dame, which has made Max wonder if everyone already knows.

If that's the case, he's throwing himself off the roof.

Daniel rumbles, nosing at his jaw.

"Whatever you're stressing about, quit it. The pack loves you. The rookies adore you. You couldn't fuck it up if you tried, Max."

Max instinctively purrs in response, soothed by the low notes from Daniel.

"I know, I just. I do not want them to feel the way I felt."

Daniel's scent takes on a sad tinge as he snuggles closer into Max.

"You could drop out of their lives tomorrow and you still would've done more for them than anyone did for you. I don't think you should worry about that."

Max tucks his head into Daniel's neck, running the bridge of his nose across his scent gland.

"Thank you, Danny."

He's already falling back asleep on top of Max. He'll ask him about the milk thing later, when he's awake again.

He will.

------

Max never ends up talking to Daniel about it.

He keeps putting it out of his mind, racing and looking at data, working with Yuki to try and make their undrivable car into something that can last an entire race.

He massages at his chest at night, trying to ignore how good it feels, getting rid of the constant heavy ache. It always leaves him damp between his thighs, but he refuses to get his wires crossed any further than he already has- takes cold showers instead.

It works great. It's a good system, he hasn't had any problems, and it's fine.

It's fine until Isack gets sick.

[senseearly]

For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.

Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.

Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?

Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.

Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.

Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.

But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.

[emeraldcodex]

Here's to 50 years of believing in Getter!

[aster-ish]

Someone in my Protomen discord requested these, y'all have fun

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter

[kindaasrikal]

Yeah this is an old draft, like a few months old atp which i am NOT gonna finish ever so like dont be surprised at the inconsistencies in the last frame since i just copy pasted the first few drawings i did at that time and just added extensions. You know, to post it before disappearing because I’m in my wallowing in misery stage again.

[balrog-slayer66]

Go Nagai art celebrating his various characters