#newframes

[robustflava]

I like the new specks. It adds to my whole grumpy ole man vibe.

[beeapocalypse]

do rlly like the idea that nearing his desertion cerebros got REAL desperate to get anyone to listen to his pleas for immediate peace. gets a meeting with optimus and straight up begs him to end the war even if it means complete autobot surrender bc cybertron is DYING and their entire species is going to fade out without drastic intervention. when optimus points out the decepticon subjugation and exploitation of entirely uninvolved planets (majority occupied by organic species) cerebros goes FUCK THEM ! WHAT ABOUT US !! and optimus is made to contend with the fact that a member of his high command has completely abandoned the freedom for all sentient beings core of the cause. he tries shifting cerebros to a solely noncombat role out of the hope that it was through cumulative stress + desperation that he said such rather than a statement of True Belief but then cerebros just takes that opportunity to steal a warship and desert with a fuckload of neutral refugees AND join up with a ship full of decepticon deserters as well to completely abandon the war and any hope of eventual peace on cybertron LOL

[witchofthesouls]

Humans not only from viruses can get sick but from stress alone too

Try to to do something about invisible threat (poor bots)

Funnily enough, they do understand stress-related illness and injury, especially with education on the line, but there's still a huge cultural clash (and arising misunderstandings).

On Cybertron, medical-related frames are regulated to a mid-to-higher caste in the system as Golden Age Cybertron highly values them and those fields. It stems from the Quintesson Occupation since their conquerors greatly valued intellectual pursuits (and ways to control Cybertronian biology and keep the population docile to their leverage).

That doesn't jive well with American business practices. To the Autobots, June Darby is their equivalent of a highly skilled medical practitioner, especially since she's acting as a trainer or as a head of a specialty unit. On Cybertron, she would be afforded more privileges in accordance with her rank and responsibilities: greater pay, final say on her core staff or floats, better access to fuel grades and a greater vareity of flavorings, off-premise housing on a discount, vacation pay, emergency/sick pay, access to parks, libraries, and more places dedicated to pure recreation (like amusement parks or plays), an allowance to decorate her hab to her preference, greater priority if she wanted to mentor a newframe or a sparkling from the Well (granted it had to share her own medical-frame), seating on public transport, discounted/free items and services through the hospital and university networks, and priority on networking and trade within the system.

Shoot, it's how Ratchet kept his clinic in the Underground alive for that long. He utilized all the privileges afforded to him as one of the best of the best until it couldn't be overlooked. Even then, Ratchet was afforded a heads-up about the raid long before it happened so he could clear out and wrap up any illegal treatment or training.

If Ratchet found out how poor the state of medical care in the U.S., especially the mockery it was twisted by insurance and private equity, the mech would be so infuriated that he would skip English and go back into Neocybex to the point all of his 'strongly worded letters' to many local, state, and federal committees would be in Cybertronian.

Plus, Ratchet is incredibly salty, bitter, and frustrated at the current state of the war... so he'll channel those emotions into the political and social scene on bettering healthcare and patient outcomes by coordinating many advocacy groups... and curating ties to organizations and individuals that have beef to pick over the state of things or have no qualms in upsetting social polite fictions.

Bottom line, Cybertronians are very familiar with stress-related injuries and illnesses, but they're absolutely astounded on how Earth (let's be honest, the U.S. since the Autobots seems to only sole ties to them) can be so forward, yet incredibly backward on things.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

About that Barbie bot ask which I love! Can we get the reactions of the tfa bots and cons helping her out and her getting so excited and grateful she unexpectedly gives them a brief kiss before skipping off waving another thank you.

Barbie-bot is called Millisecond (or Millie for short) as suggested by @curespectra

-Optimus' processor comes to a screeching halt, unable to quite fathom what just happened. He makes it all back to base on autopilot, back into his private room, and it's only then that it finally sinks in. He covers his face with his servos as his face turns a brilliant blue as he blushes. Oh stars. He only now realizes just what a massive crush he's got on Millisecond. How is he supposed to look her in the optics now without thinking about that kiss? Impossible. He'll just have to hide away forever.

-Ratchet sputters, takes a step back, stares at Millie's retreating back, touches his lips and finally just loudly exclaims "WHAT". Look, kissing is a human thing but he knows what it means. He knows that it's meant to be something intimate, something done between lovers. And for the first time in millennia, Ratchet feels like he's a young newframe again, experiencing his first crush.

-It takes a few seconds for Bumblebee to compute what is happening. When it finally dawns on him, Millie is already leaving. Of course, he's going to follow because ok, wow, that was- that was GREAT. Greater than great, AMAZING. Bumblebee is trying so hard to come up with something smooth and suave to say but instead he stumbles over his pick up lines, acting like the flustered fool he is.

-Bulkhead's jaw drops. Literally. He stands there, frozen as he watches her Millisecond away and it's only when one of his friends intervene that he remembers that he has a body. The biggest, goofiest smile appears on his face and he practically skips back to base, immediately preparing a new canvas and starts painting because love is inspiring and he's got to express his feelings with art. If it turns out good then maybe he'll even give his crush the painting.

-As someone who prides himself with rarely being caught off guard, Prowl is, admittedly, caught off guard by the kiss. He gently touches his lips before retreating somewhere more private, somewhere where he can consider his feelings regarding what just happened. As cold as he might appear, Prowl is actually quite in tune with his own emotions and so he doesn't feel flustered or at a loss, simply befuddled. Befuddled and very, very happy.

-It takes a moment but then Megatron is smiling, well, more like smirking. He had originally only helped her out because he wanted to manipulate Millisecond, make her think that she can trust him, but this just made things much easier. He's familiar with the human gesture and its implications and so his mind is already conjuring up ideas on how to turn this into his favor. It doesn't hurt that Millisecond is also an incredibly attractive bot.

-Similar to Ratchet, Starscream freezes before letting out a loud "WHAT" that shatters windows, triggers car alarms and sends birds flying. He's not upset, just caught off guard. People don't feel grateful towards him, they just don't, and they especially don't express that gratefulness through physical intimacy! Once he's calmed down however, Starscream feels incredibly smug about it. Of course she would reward him with a kiss, he's such a gentleman after all. It goes straight to his ego.

-Blitzwing is swapping faces so fast it makes him dizzy. The face that got the kiss is immediately attacked by the other two because they are jealous and petty even at themself. Hothead is the worst affected because now he can't stop thinking about those soft lips on his and how it would feel like to actually kiss back and oh dear, he's got it bad. Meanwhile, Random wants Millie to take it a step further and actually eat his face. Icy is the only one even remotely normal about it all.

-Lugnut straight up screeches and trips over his own pedes as he scrambles backwards. Begone, temptress! He's happily conjuxed and faithful to his one true love! Secretly though, he can't stop his spark from spinning out of control because he's got a crush on Millie and it makes him feel so fucking guilty.

-Initially unfamiliar with this gesture, Shockwave does some research on what it means and when he does, oh boy. He's got to kill her now. It's the only way. Because his frame should not be burning so hot with an emotion that he can only call a crush. He does not know how to deal with this. This is, this is- lord Megatron, HELP!

-Blackarachnia is used to being the one doing the seducing so being on the other side of things throws all of her into a flustered mess. And it wasn't even meant to be seductive! It was just a token of appreciation, a way to show how grateful Millie felt. But somehow that only makes it worse! Blackarachnia is so out of depth, she doesn't know what to do.

[rodibee]

MegaRod 2023 Day 5: Confessions / { Pining }

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When Rodimus pats his lap with a grin, Megatron just stares at him with bemusement. “Do you want more dents to explain to Ratchet when he has to pull them out of your frame later?”

Rodimus makes that ridiculous 'pffft' noise that everyone on this God-forsaken vessel seems to be able to make and makes some nonsensical motions with her hands in an attempt to explain something that in actuality fails to clarifying absolutely anything. Megatron, master orater, stares harder at Rodimus to convey these feelings.

The smaller red mech groans loudly in response and subvocalizes something about 'old mechs' that Megatron's (admittedly aged, if reluctantly so) battle-damaged audials are barely able to pick up, but what she does hear has her glowering at her almost impossible brat of a co-Captain and itching to reach out and grab him by the collar and give him a good shake...

Gently, of course.

They're stopped before things can reach that point, thankfully, as deceptively keen optics catch the growing ire in her expression and Rodimus immediately switches from his immature grumbling to one of those ridiculous smiles he seems convinced make him look roguishly charming. Unfortunately for Rodimus this only works to stymie Megatron's temper a little, before he finds that he actually quite likes the way the other wears the expression on his faceplate more than previously expected, a fact which only serves to buoy his malcontent.

“I'm not stupid enough to ask you to drop all five tonnes of your glorious frame on me, Megs, I like both my legs attached and unflattened, thank you--”

“--Which leads me to ask you once more--”

Rodimus throws his hands up over his head and groans, “Can we stop bringing Ratchet up in berth unless he's-- y'kmow, a present and active member of whatever it is we have going on?”

Before Megatron can do more than narrow his optics into icy slits, Rodimus manages to finally figure out how to use his words like the several-million years old mech that he is, and not the newframe he pretends at being.

“Just-- come here and put your head in my lap.”

Well then. “What--?”

Now is apparently Rodimus' turn to glare, though in reality the expression reads more akin to a pout by Megatron's standards. Either way, having no real complaint with the request (aside for the fact it was delivered more akin to an order than a request), Megatron simply sighs and climbs in to do just that, trying in vain to ignore the way Rodimus' spoilers wiggle with delight.

For not the first time, Megatron silently thanks the vessel's designers for the decision of an extra large berth in the Captain's quarters, because the just the thought of attempting as much on anything less than a reinforced slab was almost enough to make his joints ache. A thought that disappears the moment they finally situate themselves into a position comfortable for the both of them, which ends up being less of a lap situation and more of some sort of modified stranglehold that featured shiny orange thighs bracketing either side of her helm, one leg tucked beneath her neck in an attempt at more support, while the other was simply tossed over her shoulder to drape across her chassis. The physicsly weight of it is inconsequential to Megatron, but somehow it in combination with the sheer heat radiating from Rodimus's frame (more than usual, background processes note) leaves Megatron feeling oddly pinned in place.

It's... Nice.

Better than nice, really, but a search through her databanks for a more appropriate glyph to use to convey the feelings stirred in Megatron cause her to become uncomfortably aware of the fact that she... could not remember having ever done such a thing before. Which only makes sense considering how large he is and the way he's led his life so far and also his general disposition and outlook on life, but here in the moment it leaves him feeling bereft and unmoored.

Any further thoughts about such things are summarily terminated as searing gold fingers begin to massage stiff neck cables, and lost in his thoughts as he is, it catches him so completely off guard that he fails to stifle his groan of pleasure at their contact. The fingers still where they are and an uncharacteristic emotion dangerously close to panic jolts through his frame-- only to be swept away by another, more confident press of digits that has Megatron melting into the berth, and in turn, Rodimus beneath him.

Miners, though intended to be disposable, had been built with extreme temperatures in mind both due to the nature of their work, as well as in regards to the heat that they themselves produced, so even before the war and all that came with it-- additional armor and then upgrade after upgrade after upgrade-- temperature had never meant much to Megatron, except for when it was inconveniencing others to the point of them inconveniencing him. Until now.

Seldom used background processes that gauge the ambient temperature around him tell him that Rodimus is running hot-- far hotter than usual. Hot enough, theoretically, to warp and blacken the plating of any other mech if they were so foolish as to attempt to touch her at this moment, but all that Megatron feels, the only glyph her processor manages to summon, is warm. A deep, golden warmth that soaks into her processor and captures all of her attention, that seeps into her frame as unexpectedly gentle servos rub soothing circles again knots of tension she hadn't been aware of.

Which brings with it the realization that maybe she hadn't been as immune to temperature as she previously assumed, because she was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact there was a perpetual chill in her chassis-- likely caused by the space bridge technology held within-- it was now gone, banished by the burnished leg branding itself against his chest.

Something inside of Megatron loosens, and the next time he makes a noise worthy of embarrassment, he's in far too deep to care. Optics flutter open without conscious thought, and any assumptions Megatron has about what Rodimus feels about the situation are dashed against the rocks in the face of the pure warmth that beams down across Megatron's visage through form of expression, entirely unrelated to Rodimus' innate heat. Megatron knows this expression, but he cannot comprehend it, because Rodimus is looking at him like he cares.

No, that's not correct, Rodimus always cares-- it's as much a flaw of his as it is a strength. He cares far too much about far too many things. She cares about people and places and things she's seen every cycle or will never see again with an intensity that is as blindingly beautiful as it is foolishly self-destructive. No, the way that Rodimus looks at her now goes beyond that compassion she carries with her like a flag bearer everywhere she goes-- she's looking at her like--

Golden fingers dip beneath her helm and brush carefully against the delicate edges of her sensor crest, and Megatron moans unabashedly, coaxed louder by the golden points of heat stroking against her most sensitive parts. There is no room for shame to take root under that steady blue gaze. Instead, something else does. Something hot and tight unravels behind his chestplate, somhow both already firmly rooted and yet as fragile as spun glass, and begins to ache.

[pluck-heartstrings]

Quick question I don't think I've seen anyone ask- what would be the kind of.... idk I guess "average" age to no longer be seen as a newframe? Not sure what the lifespan of the commonfolk is looking like, but this metric is something that makes me curious. Would it vary from place to place, or is there just kind of a roughly accepted common answer?

Average age, since there is no physical sign of age, is mostly categorized in maturity. Size and other factors also don't count. So there isn't really a 'designated yes you're mature now' age, but as a rule of thumb it's like when you graduate from an apprenticeship. When you're wise enough

[onemanscienceband]

when i'm in the middle of a programming headache i sometimes return to the question of why do libraries like tidyverse or pandas give me so many headaches

and the best I can crystallize it is like this: the more you simplify something, the more restricted you make its use case, which means any time you want to deviate from the expected use case, it's immediately way harder than it seemed at the start.

like. i have a list and I want to turn it into a dataframe. that's easy, as long as each item in the list represents a row for the dataframe*, you're fine. but what if you want to set a data type for each column at creation time? there's an interface for passing a list of strings to be interpreted as column names, but can I pass a list of types as well?

as far as I can tell, no! there might have been one back in the early 2010s, but that was removed a long time ago.

so instead of doing:

newFrame = pd.DataFrame(dataIn,cols=colNames,types=typeNames)

I have to do this:

newFrame = pd.DataFrame(dataIn,cols=colNames) for colName in ["col1","col2","col3"]: newFrame[colName] = newFrame[colName].astype("category")

like, the expected use case is just "pass it the right data from the start", not "customize the data as you construct the frame". it'd be so much cleaner to just pass it the types I want at creation time! but now I have to do this in-place patch after the fact, because I'm trying to do something the designers decided they didn't want to let the user do with the default constructor.

*oh you BET I've had the headache of trying to build a dataframe column-wise this way

[mnemoiisms]

🌸

Send 🌸 for three things my muse likes about yours.

1, Don't see many with that colour palate combo these days, people going for the more dynamic darker shades with a lighter accent piece. But, for being both pink and white, she wears it well.

2, I am actually rather old, but I remember a little fire cracker gaining traction in Iacon before the war. Almost an overnight sensation. Newframes loved her for being close to their age, us older mech liked something new for once. I don't know if she still sings, but I think I have a few bytes of her old songs on my HUD.

3, She's witty. The puns are horrible, but it adds charm.

[iaconsavior]

A smallish femme is staring at him, shark tail slowly swaying and slapping against a wall every now and then. She squints bright green optics at him, black and red plating not the shiniest, but-

"Why are you so... bright? How are you that shiny? You could blind someone with your paint." Said rather loudly as well.

(from Scorch)

A wince at the loud voice, even audible over his thrusters as he cruises along the skyway, and Sentinel is turning his gaze down to the little being on the balcony. What a fascinating little frame. A world hopper, or another odd Iaconian popping out of the woodwork?

Lowering the intensity of his thrusters to slowly come down to her level, and Sentinel is folding arms on the balcony rail to examine the femme. Perhaps they were a newframe.

"Because I am a Prime. And a Prime needs to look nice for his people,'" Sentinel hums, a soft little smile on his face. "But I would never blind anyone. As you said, at best, I am just shiny"

( Scorch! My beloved! )

[first-of-the-next]

New Iacon Hall of Records: First of the Next Generation

(Aka Who Are These Kids?)

Artemis Pax is the creation of Elita-One, Commander First Grade of the remaining Autobot Forces and designated Lead Coordinator of Iacon Basecamp. During the early years of reconstruction following the war's end and the tentative peace between former enemies, Elita decided to be the first to put together a newframe and take it before the Well of Allsparks. She did not deliberately intend for her creation to be an homage for the late Optimus Prime - but when a free-flying spark descended into the frame's open chamber, Elita regardless began to call them Pax. After several orns of listening and absorbing speech from doting elder Cybertronians, the newspark decided to also take the name Artemis, adopting a paint scheme of blue and dark pink to reflect both her 'parents'.

Orion Bellum, also known as 'Rion', is the charge of Megatron, former leader of the Decepticon Forces. At an uncertain point in time following the resurgence of both flowing energon and free-flying sparks from the Well, a hotspot formed in close proximity to the retired warlord, in the ruins of a settlement called Tyger Pax. In the unique way of hotspots, an entire newframe formed within the molten material, solidifying into instinctive form around the spark. Oftentimes such beings emerge as mechanimals, wild and non-sentient; but in this case, with a bi-pedal frame nearby to passively scan and mimic, the newspark followed in Megatron's metaphorical footsteps. He took reluctant charge of minding the brand new Cybertronian who quite literally followed him home, at one point accidentally providing the name Orion. In subsequent years, after being discovered by the Autobot Bumblebee and later introduced to his first humans, as well as Artemis Pax, Rion decided to add the addition of Bellum to his name.

Starlane, youngest of the trio, is the creation of Skyfire, who returned to Cybertron several decades after the war's end ferrying a large group of former refugees, whom he'd gathered from the far corners of the galaxy before coming home. Rather than create a small newframe as Elita-One did, he decided to assemble an entirely adult and mature frame to present to Vector Sigma, to receive a compatible 'reborn' spark rather than one freshly struck from the Allspark. It took considerably longer to assemble this frame, an endeavor often paused when other duties claimed his attention, but eventually Skyfire completed his self-appointed task. Vector Sigma gifted life to his creation, whom he named Starlane, and promptly introduced to both spaceflight and the wonders of the vast universe.

[a-valbatross]

I have a lot of recommendations depending on tastes, I'm kind of a sucker for Expert Talks About Thing at length, but,

(Oh jeez I just typed this out and I had way more than I thought)

Tech/Computers:

Acerola talks graphics programming and is very entertaining

Freya Holmer has videos on math for games programming that I like, but are more on the informative/how to end of things

Sebastian Lague's Coding Adventures are extremely soothing to my brain

Science:

Seconded on BobbyBroccoli and Angela Collier, they're both excellent!

Gaming:

Noah Caldwell-Gervais is one of maybe two people I can think of who can make the Absurdly Long Video Essay and have it be worth listening to, their videos have the tone of travellogues.

SulMatul has a few videos that live in my brain forever, specifically her video on We Know the Devil, which broke my brain, but she tends not to be super lighthearted with her subject material

Worm Girl does breakdowns of the sort of video game that I don't have the constitution to play, things that are like, Piles of Content Warnings, but I find videos like that are really engaging, since I don't get the experience of those kinds of games otherwise

Along those lines, eurothug4000 has a confusing name but her videos on obscure horror games are also very fun

NewFrame+ is a professional game animator who does excellent overviews of concepts or games that I can't recommend highly enough

Movies/Culture/Miscellaneous

Seconded on FoldingIdeas/Dan Olson, some of the best stuff out there

CJ the X I go back and forth on sometimes in terms of how much I agree with their takes but I can't deny that they are just WILDLY entertaining

SarahZ has always done good work, and I have a strong feeling that if you like Jenny Nicholson you'll like her videos too

Lindsay Ellis doesn't make videos for YouTube anymore but she's foundational to the genre and the videos since probably 2016 or so hold up really well

There's a ton more but a lot of them are on my old YouTube account so I'd have to dig back through to remember them all

Hi chat does anyone have any video essay recommendations 💃✨ Specifically about fun niche nerdy things. By niche nerdy things I mean:

anything Jenny Nicholson has put out (I’m actually subbed to her Patreon!)

super eyepatch wolf has a great video about fake video games that I loved

hbomberguys videos but especially his latest two about plagiarism and about the Roblox oof

That one video where the guy did a speedrun of Mario using what he called “alternate realities” that one is so fun

Anyways comment below 👀 (and if you make video essays you may self promo 🙌)

[beeapocalypse]

therapist smokescreen my favorite bit of fanon bs to think abt far too seriously

[knitsquid]

New frames who dis? #warbyparker #spectacles #teamglasses #newframes https://www.instagram.com/p/B7b3qcxpj8x/?igshid=ap4zv8v9w9k3

[kvsnyc]

#newframes gift from my #babymama #kvsnyc #modelslife #cityboysuburbanlife #nofilters (at Saratoga, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Dtf-SBSid/?igshid=vpxbl9txjdzj

[cdgorri]

#newglasses #icansee #holycrapisthatwhatilooklike #newframes https://www.instagram.com/p/CpVSCMkLUZ5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ruby-roxx]

Peek-a-boo! I HAVE to order these frames from @zennioptical. They are SO CUTE! Thanks @mrhardy for the cute snap!!! . . . #zennioptical #tikioasis2018 #tikio #tiki018 #tikioasis #pooltime #poolside #vintagestyle #vintagestyling #cateye #newframes #pinupstyle #midcenturymodern #peekaboo #glasses #summer #sunshine #smile (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmbT3PbjjN9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xvn6bpsoyiog