#morse code au

[justcallmeleoo]

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More Fanart! @dorriostareyes @michaelscorneroftheinternet

he's holding dynamite now :D

don't ask why (i couldn't make the bomb look right in his hand)

[spacemothsota]

The language of miners.

A little thoughts. Some time ago, I was visited by the idea that some of the cybertronians might have developed a universal language because of a particular work. Just imagine that you have been spending almost your whole life on one or another job, this cannot but affect you. One way or another, the profession leaves its mark.

And that’s what I thought about. What if … the miners have developed their own language, which they practice from one generation to other generation? Just think the mines is a dark, dangerous place, you can also encounter Sparkeater (or any other monsters), even heavy noise or vibration can lead to a collapse or attract the attention of dangerous creatures. What language is best suited if even speak in unstable areas can be dangerous?

Bio light. Language from flashes of light, this is quiet and universal for a dark place. Just imagine, the miners spend most of the time developing the sleeves of the mines and I doubt very much that the lighting would be extended everywhere. Obviously, the furs of this profession has flashlights (if you look at the Terminus, they are part of its helmet), I think that the lines of the bio lights among the cybertronians can also be bright enough to illuminate a small space around themselves.

I think this language could resemble something like Morse code. Short or long flashes, just imagine how fast the miners must react to read each other's messages. It is also quite universal, in the sense that the language for this profession is single and does not have branches, like for example in the language of the Seeker wings (I suppose that the difference between Vos and other cities of flying bots can most likely be, the language is still common, but the accents and dialects can be different. Like the languages ​​of one group on Earth, for example, like among the Slavic peoples). This would suggest that they can probably flash biofires more strongly (well, in theory they are brighter than other Cybertronians), I also think that young miners probably remember it faster than normal speech. It would be funny to see a young miner trying to communicate in this way with a bot whose profession does not intersect with miners. Imagine police bots that depending on the city or state can often cross paths with miners and can speak this flash language fluently. There are so many applications for this and it would be really interesting.

I think by the way, in addition to the flashes, it would be logical to add body language and maybe touch. That miners can be quite tactile, you know, tap a comrade gently on the shoulder with their fingers to get attention (I think they can move quietly so as not to cause a lot of vibrations, so getting attention in this way would be logical) or point at something and only then the bio lights come into play. That's why groups of miners could be closely related. Their communication culture would simply imply close contact for communication.

If someone asks, imagine a young Megatron writing poetry and putting on a real light show for the rest of the miners, it's crazy haha. This language may not be understood by others, so it has advantages both in terms of romantic manifestations and in military affairs. Considering that many Decepticons were from lesser professions, the language of bio ligths would be common among their.

[miracle-negative]

D+1 WIP

(Morse code)

[michaelisforgetful]

Chapter 4 "In Over Your Head" - Page 6

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[rockhousejai]

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There something wrong with him probably—

[the-ace-with-spades]

I'll never write it so gonna post the abandoned idea for it here (also as a reminder, all my fic ideas are for grabs unless stated otherwise so if someone wants to pick it up, be my guest)

Red strings of fate/Soulmates AU

You are connected to your soulmate by a red thread only you and your soulmate can see and touch (and cut). When your soulmate dies, the thread solidifies and becomes heavier, as long as the distance between the soulmates was the time one of them died — almost like a chain.

Jake and Bradley find out they're soulmates early on in flight school — it's hard not to when the thread pulls tauter and tauter until they finally meet in the same classroom and they can see the other end of the thread for the first time.

There's fascination, there's the thrill of sneaking around (they should disclaim it, as soon as they learn, so it can be put in their records, but they never do) and everything is new and bright. They start to treasure the string, turning around their fingers and finding joy in noticing the other end twitching and pulling — with time, they notice the motions translate over the tread no matter how far away they are.

They make up a system of pulls and tags, using Morse code and it becomes something else, they become something else — in the air, wordlessly in sync, on the ground, talking to each other whenever they want, during sleepless nights and separate schedules and long-distance deployments.

Until.

Things start getting complicated. Bradley has commitment and abandonment issues, Jake's an all-or-nothing type of guy and just being soulmates isn't enough.

They go their separate ways. Bradley still, sometimes, when he can't sleep and the night makes him feel like nothing has a sense or a purpose, sends little messages down the thread. He never gets replies.

The day they meet again at the Hard Deck, Jake suspects Bradley is coming for the same assignment. The string’s been getting lighter and lighter the whole night, dropping down, no longer stretched to its limit.

They try to ignore the string the whole time the training goes on, but Mav still suspects. He doesn't say anything, but he feels like history is repeating itself.

When Mav and Bradley are arguing in the debriefing room and Warlock comes in, he doesn't say anything but Mav looks down at his own wrist and his face turns white and Bradley knows at that moment.

(Whether Mav and Ice are soulmates and married or they are soulmates but Ice still married Sarah, that's up for discussion).

During the whole funeral, Mav rolls the invisible thread around his wrist, moving onto his arm when it's not enough.

It's at that moment — Bradley decides Jake will never have to do the same.

The minute he turns around for Mav, he makes up a plan in his head.

They find each other in the snow, and argue, but by the end of it, Mav is making up a crazy plan and they'll try to return in one piece. Try being the keyword.

He pulls on the string, the thread between his thumb and index finger.

Mav frowns. "What are you doing?"

"Sending a message before we go."

He repeats it, just in case Jake hasn't realized in time to catch the whole thing at first. And then he starts looking through the pockets of his life vest.

“He’s not walking around with a dead man’s chain, Mav.”

Mav tries to stop him the second he realizes what Bradley is going to do but it's too late — with the same knife he cut his parachute off, he cuts off the thread, close to his wrist, letting it fall limping into the snow, red almost looking like droplets of blood.

It takes Jake a minute to realize that the tagging is a physical feeling, not just wishful thinking formed by his imagination.

The carrier deck is a mess, the foxtrot teams returned, Phoenix is now arguing with the admirals about Rooster's position — he might not be dead, sir — and the ringing in Jake's ears doesn't stop until he looks down at his wrist, and sees the string moving, the pulling a rhythmic, well-known motion.

Aloud, breaking up the vivid discussion about Maverick and Rooster's status, he says, “Rooster is alive, he’s—he’s talking,” and it almost feels like it's someone else using his voice.

“What do you mean, Hangman? His comm is silent.”

“Can feel it on the string, it’s still red and he’s— he’s tugging in Morse code,” he says. He closes his eyes and lets himself be pulled by the wrist. “S-O-R-R—Sorry, he’s—sorry and—and—I-L—Shit, no.”

I-L-Y

The string flops down, loose. “No—”

He cut it. He cut it because it's still red and not gray but still too limp and he knows it. His wrist feels too light, too free.

When Bradley lands on the carrier, his wrist is bare and the thread pools around Jake's feet. It doesn't magically reconnect when they touch, when they shake hands.

Jake tries to desperately find the other end, carrying rolls and piles of it with him as he follows Bradley to the med bay.

“Jake, just—just cut it,” he tells him. “It’s going to connect you again in a day or two.”

Jake ignores him, pulling miles and miles of the thread into circled piles next to Bradley's bed. He can't see the floor — it's just red and red and nothing else.

“No,” is all Jake says. “Not to you.”

It'll find him a new match, connect the thread to someone else, to someone who isn't Bradley.

"Bring me some scissors," Bradley says. He almost feels bad, when Jake's gaze turns up to him, glaring with shiny eyes. "Just do as I say for once."

Wordlessly, looking like it pains him, Jake brings him disposable scissors.

Bradley grabs his hand before he can move away, pulls about three feet of the thread from the pile, and cuts off the excess on the floor.

He wraps it around his own wrist, the string thin and soft, and a little clumsily ties it into a loop over his arm. When he leans away again, the thread takes a second, taut, and then stretches with the distance, like it has always done.

Jake stares at it, too focused and too absent. "That's the shittiest knot I've ever seen."

Bradley huffs. "Well, you gotta learn to live with it."

[himulrai]

ill get around to drawing this sometime but i was thinking: would sentinel allow 'defective' bots to exist?

i highly doubt he personally plucked the cogs out of every protoform forged from the Well, but i imagine he had some kind of cog-removal crew stationed by the Well to inspect the new protoforms

and if in their cog-removal manual (pretend that's a thing) i can see him decreeing that any protoforms with defects (e.g. fritzed vocaliser, misshapen servos, weak plating) should just... be discarded.

"they wouldn't be as efficient in the mines after all, so why should extra energon rations be wasted on them?"

[keitaisghost]

[aevris]

"it's up to you now if you sink or swim, just keep the faith that your ship will come in"

rare troubled teen xan + song doodle bc i keep getting ordinary day stuck in my head

[petals-and-ink]

Oh Vanilla Orchid, your eyes betray your very smile

What are you if not a serene being?

Are you truthly who you appear to be?

Or are you just a being sinking into it's own regret and shame, unknowingly dooming itself to a constant pain lurking just around the corner?

Do I you shield my your soul away, wishing for it all to leave my your mind someday?

Or is it a self inflicted punishment against what I you abandoned?

Is this truthly how I you wish to live?

Should I you speak up and tell the truth I you claim to be oh so important?

No

How could I risk loosing and hurting the ones I care for the most again?

After my failure, what would it do? How would it even turn out?

I can't live another tragedy, I can't fail everyone all over again, what would the two even feel if they were here?

Gods, they would be so devastated..

I must keep this to myself, it would be only fair wouldn't it? No one will get hurt if I keep quiet for now, after all.

I'm guilty of not reaching them in time, and this is my price to pay.

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Teen!Reyna: "Hey little man, haven't seen you since you were just a baby!"

"What have you been up to lately?"

"Oh, and give this to your older brother"

Gives him a small paper with the code: --● ● ●●- ●●● ●-- ●●●● --- ●●● -●●● ●- -●-● -●-

" ... I can read Morse Code and I believe you misspelled a word!

Should be "--● ●●- ● ●●● ●●●", not "--● ● ●●- ●●●".

But anyway, I will give it to him. It'll be fun to see him try and decode the whole message but also understand what "GEUS" means! "

[bl0oregardf0ster]

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Have fun translating heheheheheeee-

@blo0st4r @smg3fanx1000000

[1luckyrubberducky]

Lost in translation…

[azuref4wn]

@cr1msonj4y ..viv? are you here?

[rublurb]

candy diver shitposts

i like cnady cdiver

[allastoredeer]

It's a wonder that the overlord meetings haven't taken a group text approach at this point.

2 meetings, one with the Vees and one where things actually get done.

Aka the one the Vees aren't invited to.

LMAO I love that, but they would never get Alastor on board with it. If they wanted him to be involved in a group chat, they'd have to send him telegrams or letters outlining what they're talking about, and that's the only way Alastor will respond back, and it's so slow going.

The only solution would be to have two separate chats, one with the Vee's and one without, but with Rosie keeping Alastor updated on what's going on. But even THAT would be a lot of work to put on Rosie 😂

Unless they just keep Alastor out of the loop too. He's already been gone for 7 years, so why bring him in now? LMAO