#props to techno

[vinnievonvino]

I’ve noticed that when it comes to introducing Techno in mcyt fics, it can go in one of three(?) ways. So either:

1. Phil names Technoblade, because he’s a geek and cool bois should have cool names

2. It’s a name he earned in some underground fighting or gladiator ring

3. It’s a piglin name, and after learning some english he tells it to Phil

4. He named himself after living alone for a while, cool bois should have cool names. 

Most of these then generate a meeting between Techno and Tommy, in which Tommy tells him what a weird name he has. 

Although, a few others I’ve seen include:

-Tommy naming Techno, and Wilbur tacking on the “-blade” at the end for dramatic effect.

-He choose it for himself, and kept his real name a secret. (Like a regnal name in royalty aus or a hero/villain name in superpower aus)

-Named by a prophecy, and/or a vessel for the Blood God. Or he himself is the Blood God

-or he was just born with it, and no one questions it. 

If i missed any or if you’d like to add on to the list, feel free. 

[arsonwasnthere]

Made this for my techno cos on Halloween

[dwn024]

god i fucking love the visual/sound direction in spongebob i don’t think i can think of any other cartoon that has such consistent theming through ALL aspects of its design like all the fonts (or really just the main singular font that i think might be used for everything) and the tropical type patterns used on the title/time cards plus the way that like All the prop design is one way or another nautical themed the most obvious examples are when something is clearly based on like a life preserver or fishhooks it’s all so goddamn cute and charming and i respect/Adore the design consistency so goddamn much, but what i love even More is the consistent sound design pretty much all the music has such a distinct sound to it because of the very specific deliberate choices in instruments Especially the steel drums + steel guitar + ukulele like someone can play a background track from almost any episode and you’d pretty much instantaneously be able to recognize it as something from spongebob

i particularly noticed this cuz i’ve been watching a lot of streams of gamecube era shovelware lately and a lot of games based on cartoons have kind of generic soundtracks that could’ve come from any other game from that time period but with the spongebob games there’s always that nice goddamn steel guitar it’s so perfectly suited to the thing that spongebob is

and like sure other cartoons have pretty consistent sound design especially if they basically have one main composer, like steven universe’s background music has that pretty distinct piano+chiptune style, but the thing i like the most about spongebob is that the sound design is so perfectly suited for a fucking cartoon about fish like of course the music is gonna sound tropical it’s extremely deliberate it isn’t just something they thought sounded nice and decided to make that the style, there was soooo much goddamn thought put into it!!!! every little minute detail you can possibly think of was so well thought out and took a shitton of consideration to make it perfectly suit spongebob i have soooo much goddamn respect for that i think more cartoons should have that much thought put into all aspects of their design instead of just going “eh this looks/sounds nice let’s smash it in there” that kind of thematic styling rules so goddamn much. it’s one thing for a cartoon to have a distinct art style the characters get drawn in but if every other design aspect is interchangeable with another show what’s the point

[twentytworoses]

Yall techno fanartists who still draw and post art about him are a different kind of breed bcs i for the love of god cannot stand looking at any techno art without my emotions bursting.

[dyooska]

ok woo sketchies yaaa im trying to come up for a cranboo design so uh¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[redraven3093]

2024 Tallulah

back at it again with my taller Tallulah propaganda

i was pleasantly surprise on how much the lil Death Family children grow trough out the month.

the reckless young man that was Chayanne has now grown up to be a responsible older brother to all of the younger Dragon Eggs, he is becoming a good leader

and he even found something good to be passionate about, it is funny to think how all of his interest in cooking started from the Tales about Techno, then a potato farm, and then to cooking small dishes here and therre.

he is in the path of becoming the islands one of most successful chef, i cant wait to see how far he will go after this.

and Tallulah , sweet darling Tallulah has always been my favorite egg kid, she was a sweet and kind child. I'm not saying she isn't anymore is just she has became much more than that.

other than her growing kindness to others she also became more confident, the title of the Queen of sass and Angst will have that effect.

i see that she is more confident to go out and challenge the world herself, but kept level headed also

anyway i just wanted to say that i am proud of their character development

props to the Admins that manage to breathe this characters to life

[flaticeball]

a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts

good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.

vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10

post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.

carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.

pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.

washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.

new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10

vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.

los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.

montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.

[chosoclub]

Art by nada_ge

Playlist based off of this work → here

CONSPECTUS: Suguru Geto is transfixed by you and he would eliminate anything that stands in the way of you and him.  TAGS: MDNI! ° wc 3k ° dark content ° stalking ° cannibalistic idioms ° masturbation ° afab!reader ° cunnilingus (f!receiving) ° penetration ° fingering ° incel!suguru LMAO ° no y/n mention

SUTPHIN BLVD ⋆ SUGURU GETO&READER

The word soulmate has been churned and spit out with no vindication; Stellar collisions seldom occur frequently, and when two white dwarfs spin into each other, their mass instability can conceive a supernova so strong, that the dwarfs’ obsolete mass is thwarted into the galaxy. Yet, this word, soulmate, an event that is meant to encapsulate a feeling so obsessive, so thrusting and strong has been diluted to nothing but a mere expression of love. 

When Suguru first saw you, neon and glowing, he empathized with the supernova. Partially from the alcohol that flowed up to his irises, partially from the way you dress hugged the concaves of your waist and thighs, he felt his vision vignette with you in the center. Your eyes sparkled like dew-misted grass, the words that came out of your lips blurry when they hit his ears, 

“I said, I love this song! What’s it called?” You repeated after his second consecutive huh?

The music boomed through his headphones, making his head spin, and the motor functions flow out of his fingertips when spinning a knob to reverb to the next track.

“Techno? It sounds sick!” You yell over the crowd when he responds, your voice maintains a soft and silky tone even when you’re hollering. 

The music in his ears ceases immediately when he rips the headphones off his head, “Take over for me,” body towards his partner, eyes still on you, watching you begin to dance and blend back into the crowd. The other grabs his headphones. 

The feeling takes over him like ebony ink, swirling through his arteries until it fills him up from head to toe and he feels overtaken by the overwhelmingly obsessive jet black: Her. 

At the end of the night, Suguru has you propped against the brick wall of the bathroom, a hand under your dress, kneading at your breast as you softly moan against his mouth. Your lips are glistening with spit, the plump coral splitting to moan his name in the blur of the club music. He sucks at your neck, the tension between his lips and your skin bleeding a red, purple, blue he laps his tongue over before moving lower to create another masterpiece on the skin. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” He slurs against your bare stomach, placing a kiss on the surface before bracing your legs on his shoulders and laving the entrance of your pussy. His warm tongue against your flesh contrasts the cold wall against your back as you groan his name against the brick. You can feel every ridge that protrudes his tongue as he flicks it in between the currents of your pussy. Suguru wants desperately to twist his tongue until you’re crumbling against him like putty, spinning you at his will until there’s nothing left. 

The bass of the music feels even more intense when you’re so close to your orgasm and when his acute movements quicken, you have to grip at his long raven locks to keep conscious. 

This routine develops over the next few months, and Suguru and his tongue become a presence you see more often. His arm leaning against the door frame when you swing the door open, the two of you both in agreement on terms he’s there for. He’d stay to chat, slowly unfolding you at the palm of his hand, learning more, understanding more about you, and then eventually in the night, fucking the daylights out of you. To you, he modulates into a friend who’s pretty good at making you feel good. One night, he’s sitting on the edge of the couch, arm on the cherry brown armrest, the other stretched against the back cushions and hovering over your head. His eyes have a warm crease to them.

“I like having you around,” you turn to him, smiling. The arm by your neck shifts so that he can rest his temple against his knuckles. 

“Yeah? I’m not surprised.”

“Jesus, no, not like that,” pausing, “yes, like that, but also as someone to talk to.” 

He smiles, eventually unable to help the toothy grin against his right palm. You lean to slide your tongue in between his teeth. He takes you in, arms shifting to each other’s hair, tongue sliding against the soft part of your cheek. 

“I could say the same about you,” he groans against your lips. You tug lightly at his long, black hair, moaning softly when you feel the tip of his shaft poking your thigh. He slides down the couch to let you fully lay atop him and feel the girth of his dick. To Suguru, you begin to overtake every part of his brain. He can’t help but think of you at all hours of the day until the image of you is a constant in his brain, and the thought of you splitting to run to some derivative of him tightens his chest, the black inkling rising to his head until the only thing that can bring him back to Earth is the vision you opening the front door and welcoming him in. When he catches you gazing down at him, gluttonous on your core like licking a bloomed orchid in the spring, the thought of someone else having you at their will like this, eyes glossed over, chest heaving, has him digging his nails into the silk flesh of your thighs until the marks flush bright red slits.

You’re so fucking perfect, Suguru hovers over your lips, his velvet fingers swirling the nectar between your legs, streaks spilling out onto his knuckles. He couldn’t imagine someone else making you feel as good as he does.

Even when he’s not with you, a day off from work, he's stretched on the couch, one hand pawing at his dick, the other swiping through the collection of you – one sleeping soundly on his arm, one through the blinds of you leaning close to the mirror, mouth slightly agape, hand mid-brushing an ebony wand through your lashes, taken minutes before he knocked on your front door. All are unique in their setting, all similar of you unknowing. 

Suguru pictures your velvet flesh, the gravitational pull in the way you lean against him, thrust against him, heave against him. He wonders what it would be like to devour you whole, too pretty too chew, too delicious to consume you only with his eyes. He thinks of your ruby-fresh blood, the way it percolates against your skin when he leaves hickeys all over your chest – wondering if he could bite hard enough to get a taste of the rouge, even picturing your eyes widening in surprise and possibly fear at the sudden action. Regardless, he wonders what it tastes like, expectantly sweet or bitter. He sighs at the thought, feeling his vision blur at the abrupt surge of a climax. 

The next day, when the words, I think I met someone spill from your lips, a soft smile as you look at him expectantly for him to grin back, flash his pearly canines like he always does when you lean close to him on the couch, he only narrows his eyes. 

“Who?” 

“I don’t think you’d know him but I met him while I was out the other night,” your smile is sticking to your cheeks without you realizing it and Suguru despises it, at least when it’s for another man. He can feel his heart beginning to thunder in his ribcage and his blood speed through his veins until they’re protruding out of his skin. 

This felt like a double entendre, one side to tell Suguru as a supposed friend, and the other, a shadow that grows along the room, to say it’s probably in due time we stop seeing each other sexually, but you can still stick around and listen to the new man I’ve been fucking, and Suguru was convinced he despised that even more. The jet-black feels like it’s overtaking every hair on his body, rage bubbling from his core until all he can do to suppress it all is slightly tighten his jaw. 

“Shit, well, that’s great – I’d love to meet him sometime.” He thinks your smile is cruel; a pinnacle of some sort of game you’ve entered with yourself to make him feel like shit after all these months. He has to count his breaths to not offset the rhythm of you two. He gazes into your unfazed composure, the vignette growing until the innocent facade begins to slip away until all that’s left of you is skeletal and infuriating. He can’t help but hate you for this. 

He thinks of this someone from the other night, wondering if he’d already been over and sat in the same place Suguru sits. If he’d been inside you already. How it went. What it felt like. He can’t help the way he quietly scowls towards the floor, rageful at someone and rageful at you.

He leaves your place that afternoon with a permanent narrow in his eyes, but the next night, he’s mapping the steps back to your place. Sutphin Boulevard, he murmurs to himself. He adores how idiotically you leave the blinds unfolded at night for anyone to walk by and peek into life inside. A sweet sigh of relief when he sees you alone cuddled on the couch, phone slipping from your numb hand, eyes closed and resting with the TV blaring. 

He tsks disappointingly at how easy it is for someone to peer inside and watch you sleep. Hypnotic, his thoughts and the way he wants to pick you up and nestle you deep where you can rest forever, unbothered by anyone else but him. Suguru stands there a while, the street empty so late at night, watching and picturing you waking up with him above you flashing an impish smile; Once again his desires shift to see fear in your eyes at how easily he managed to get inside. He’d shake his head, a thumb sliding across your jaw, the other four fingers pressing down on the purple veins of your neck. He wondered if you’d hide from him, ghost him for a while; not answer texts or calls until he’d have no choice but to slip back inside your life. Found ya, sweetheart.

Things didn’t seem to be running smoothly for you and your new man, you find solace and trust in Suguru. You invite him out to the park nearby, the secluded lake that welcomes a pink and yellow sunset as you rant to Suguru about your new love life.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t been reaching out to me if I don't text first,” you say, “that sucks, doesn’t it?”

“You want someone to make an effort for you.”

This causes the blood pumping through Suguru’s chest to pump faster. This asshole doesn’t even know what he has in his hands, he thinks, fists suddenly tight as iron. The thought of you in pain, shedding a tear over this man has him feeling hot; He’s already flipping through scenario after scenario to seek out revenge for your hurt. 

“Right.” 

“You’re worth the effort.” 

Your smile softens Suguru’s grip on the wooden bench. It’s different this time, full of genuine, sticky-sweet honey the way it glows like the sunset. 

He couldn’t imagine you leaving; the possibility has him in shambles, that you would consider someone else in the first place has his heart sinking to his stomach. Suguru was so enamored with you he forgot about you seeking someone other than him – He couldn’t let you stagger away. The walks to your place became more frequent and the likelihood of him knocking to come inside dwindled. By this point, he’s convinced he’s in love, the only words that ring between his ears when you smile at him: soulmate. He grips his fists, nails digging into his palms with a sting. He feels like crying but physically can’t muster the tears and is thus stuck with a bitter scowl on his face and an anvil over his chest. He feels like he’s forgotten life before you and can’t picture a future without you in it.

Weeks later, it’s I think he’s ghosting me all the way down. He has to turn away from you to roll his eyes when you tell him, watching your tear ducts well up with tears as he turns his head. He hugs you tight, wanting your heartbeat to feel his in tandem. Then suggests getting your mind off that dickhead, sweet smile that facades his intentions. You sniffle against his chest, wet tears coating his neck when you nod. Suguru digs his hand into your hips, propping you against the wall and ramming into you until his name is the only one you think of and the only one you moan. 

For the first time since you met him, Suguru doesn’t spend the night. You watch him hazily as he rubs a thumb against your damp cheek. He gives your face an affectionate tap.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll see you soon alright?” Then he adds, “I want to stay, but I can’t right now.” And all you can do is nod.

“It’s okay, Suguru, I’ll text you in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He spends the night rummaging through your social media to find any face that’s close to the one you’ve described and cried over. He’s on one of your Facebook posts, mouse hovering over the tag of a man, focus blurred from your shaky hand that took the selfie in a clear drunken state. But, when Suguru clicks on his profile, he has a clear spreadsheet of the man before him; his place of work, his habits, his education. He chuckles at how easy this man is to find; Suguru has already mapped out his schedule in his head. He’s completely submerged in adoration for you, the thought of another man hurting you is catastrophic to him just as much as you leaving him by choice.

He spends the next few days simply thinking. He doesn’t reach out much. He only sits at his desk and fantasizes. A punch to the gut, a punch to the nose to watch the blood spew out in droplets. A bat to the torso. A knife to the trunk to watch the rouge flow. All for you. Any of it, for you. 

He’s planned it perfectly as days turn to weeks; He’s learned this other man’s entire day-to-day. Most likely wakes up at six, takes the subway from Sutphin across to Manhattan, stays at his desk job until seven, lingers around the Manhattan bars until late, and takes the subway back, he’s back in Sutphin by three in the morning, where the raven awaits. 

When the silver doors slide open in the subway, Suguru bumps his shoulder against the other when he steps out onto the concrete. 

“Fuck, sorry man. Hey, you know if I catch a cab from here?” He fake slurs. The other's eyes are bloodshot but they narrow in annoyance. “I don’t live around here, I gotta get back before my girl gets worried.”

There’s only a handful of others who are already gone by the time the other says, “I don’t think cabs are running right now, you need a ride?”

Great, Suguru thinks, an asshole and a reckless driver. 

“Yeah, man, let’s get out from here, making ‘ma head ring.”

The two men stumble above ground, isolated in the night. The contents inside Suguru’s backpack shuffle as he fakes his best-drunk walk.

“Hold on, man. I gotta throw up.” The other stumbles into the alleyway that overlooks the park like a pawn piece that slides right into the path of the queen. Suguru can’t help the grin that takes over his face.

“Yeah, no worries.” He hovers behind the other, and when the asshole is hunched over vomiting over his shoes, Suguru lifts his leg to collide against the other’s backside, sending him hurling forward over the concrete. 

Before he has the chance to finish his holler, Suguru is on top of him, punching at his nose, unnoticing his knuckles that ache instead relishes in the ruby red that glistens across the digits when he lands another blow. Sounds of crack! echo through the darkened alleyway and Suguru decides it still isn’t enough. The only thought in his mind is you, you when he retracts his bloodied hand, you when he gazes at the man below him, eyes barely keeping conscious, jaw unhinging to let out a gut-wrenching scream – You when Suguru reaches for his shiv, you when the stab retaliates blood across his cheek. The gush of blood spills onto the concrete, filling the ridges of the pavement and catching the moonlight as Suguru stands to snap gloves over his already bloodied hands. The blood leaves a trail when he drags it along the alley, a heavy and loud splash when he hurls the man's existence into the void of the lake. 

The body sends soft waves across the surface that Suguru stands to watch until their flow eases. He sighs, then grins and lifts the back of his hand to smear the stranger’s blood that lays across his cheek. As he’s walking back around the block, reaching your place, he smiles again when he sees you forgot to turn your light off. 

AN. Get you a man that would kill for you

[in1-nutshell]

Elita One's twin sister with the personality of SG! Blackarachnia with reactions from Team Prime

This is a continuation of the previous request.

SFW, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Romantic hinted, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

Winter had rolled in for the season.

Optimus had been very closed off since the interaction with the Spider Con. The team had tried to get him to talk about it, but he didn’t want to.

Not yet at least.

He wanted some time to think about this.

Buddy clearly didn’t want to be found by the Elite Guard, which to a degree made sense, especially since she had sided with the Decepticons.

His team however took the silence as something else.

They thought that the spider had done something horrible to their leader for him to be so reclusive.

“What do you think the Con did?”--Bumblebee

“Maybe they scared him? He is scared of spider’s.”--Bulkhead

“It can’t be that! That Con is too nice.”--Sari

“Oh, please! All Cons are bad!”--Bumblebee

“Not this one! You saw what happened last time! She saved me, twice!”--Sari

Suddenly Fanzone started calling.

One of the older buildings in the city had started collapsing and people were still inside.

“We are on our way!”--Optimus

“Well, I hope so, you’re friend went inside to help but they haven’t gone out yet.”--Fanzone

“Wait friend?”--Optimus

“You guys got a new Bot on the team, right?”--Fanzone

“Fanzone, we don’t have any recruits…”--Optimus

“Then who just went in there and started getting people out? That seems like a very Autoboty thing to do.”--Fanzone

“Wait, can you describe the Bot who went in?”--Optimus

“Umm… white, orange, a bit on the skinny side for a bot—”--Fanzone

“Fanzone this is important, did you see something spiky poking out of the back side?”--Optimus

“Yeah—Hello? Prime?”--Fanzone

Optimus sprinting out the door with his team following behind him.

The old building had cracks all around the sides, deeper ones at the top were created by the snowfall piling up on the roof.

Right now, their main concern was to get the humans out of the building before addressing the new bot somewhere.

A huge part of the building started coming down.

That’s when Optimus heard the yelling.

Without a second thought, he jumped into the collapsing building despite his team yelling otherwise.

Ratchet deciding, he had enough of staying in the sidelines charged in after the young Prime, using his magnets to get rid of stary debris.

Optimus kept on following the now muffled sounds of screaming until he got to the middle of the building.

Buddy was pinned on the floor with a huge chunk of the ceiling on her pedes, there was a pile of snow partially burying her helm.

“HELP! HELP! Please, someone!”--Buddy

“Buddy! Buddy, I’m right here!”--Optimus

“Optimus!? Optimus! I’m stuck! I can’t move! I can’t move!”--Buddy

“Its going to be okay Buddy!”--Optimus

As Optimus starts getting the debris out the ceiling starts cracking.

“No… not again… not again…”--Buddy

“Buddy just hold on! Keep talking to me!”--Optimus

“Its going to fall… Its going—”--Buddy

“It’s not going to fall on you Buddy. I will not let that happen, I promise you will get out of here! But right now I need you with me. Can you do that?”--Optimus

Buddy, close to tears, nodding, trying to help as much as she could.

Ratchet finally came in to see Prime trying to get rid of the debris from the Con.

Now normally he would try and get Prime out of there, the con wasn’t worth it.

Cons were harder to kill than the Earth’s roaches.

But he saw the determined and terrified look on his faceplate trying to keep the Con awake and getting the debris out with one servo while propping the con to lean on his.

He used his magnets to lift a bit of the ruble.

It was enough for Prime to pull the con out and gather them in his arms and the three got out just as the rest of the ceiling started caving in.

Buddy had passed out as soon as they all made it out of the building.

 Prime quickly started running towards the plant with the other 4s in tow.

Everyone was confused but followed the Prime.

There was a lot of protest to have the Con come into their home, but Prime wasn’t having it.

“We can’t have a Con know where we live!”--Prowl

“Prowl’s right! Look Prime I’m agreeing with him!”--Bumblebee

“She isn’t going to tell anything.”--Optimus

“And how do you know that?”--ratchet

“It’s not like you know her Prime! How do you know what she is or is not going to do?”--Prowl

“…”--Optimus

“Guys, she might be a Con and all, but look at her! She is hurt and she tried to save a bunch of humans. I don’t think a Decepticon would do all that without a good reason. I say we give it a chance.”--Sari

“Really, Sari!?”--Prowl

“I agree with her.”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead?!”--Prowl

“Me too.”--Bumblebee

“…”--Ratchet

“Still—”--Prowl

“THAT’S ENOUGH! If anything, bad happens to this team it will fall on me and you can have the last ‘I told you so’ if something bad does happen! Right now Buddy needs help and I don’t—I don’t…”--Optimus

“…You do know them…”--Prowl

“I’ll get the medbay ready Kid. You take her in when I say it’s okay.”--Ratchet

Ratchet didn’t know what history Prime had with this Con, but he was choosing to trust the Prime.

Thankfully the wounds looked worse than what they really were.

Optimus told the team a short version of the story between him and Buddy, while Buddy rested.

“The three of us thought she was dead when we left that planet. When we met again not too long ago, it turned out that the organic part of her had masked her signature…”--Optimus

“And that’s why you could find her?”--Prowl

“Yeah…”—Optimus

“What happened to you guys when you got to Cybertron?”--Sari

“I… I took the blame—”--Optimus

“You did what?!”—Bulkhead

“Optimus!”—Bumblebee

“Prime!”--Ratchet

“I felt it was my fault and I took all the blame so Elita and Sentinel could continue with their training and end up in the Elite Guard.”

“That’s how you ended up on Space bridge repair.”--Ratchet

“Yeah…”--Optimus

“Well, if we are getting everything out now, I know that bot too.”--Ratchet

“Wait you know Buddy?”--Optimus

“Does everyone know this Bot? Bulk you know them?”--Bumblebee

“Nope.”--Bulkhead

“Good I’m not the only one.”--Bumblebee

“As I was saying, she used to come into some of the clinics to help when things were a bit hectic. She studied under me while she was taking her medical exams. She always said it was all for her friends.”--Ratchet

“Did she now?”--Optimus

“You three numb nuts always got hurt in the worst ways doing the dumbest stuff. What do you think I needed to do?”--Buddy

Buddy leaning on the wall.

“Kid! What are you doing up?! Are your circuits fried!”--Ratchet

“Not yet Doctor…”--Buddy

“Wait how much did you hear?”--Optimus

“Enough to make me wish I was at full strength so I could pummel you for taking the blame!”--Buddy

“But—”--Optimus

“Hold it Prime! And then punch Sentinel in his big chin and kick Elita in the behind!”--Buddy

“Buddy why don’t you sit down.”--Ratchet

“…Fine.”--Buddy

A blizzard had been forming outside.

Prime absolutely banned Buddy from going out in that weather.

Buddy really couldn’t complain.

Now she was stuck in the Autobot base until the storm at least passed.

She was constantly watched.

Many bots did try and question her, but to her surprise Optimus shut that down immediately.

Sari was the first one to approach her.

She didn’t have to fear this Con. Buddy had helped her before and had helped those people get out of the building.

She wasn’t a bad guy.

Bulkhead, a believer in second chances also jumped at the chance to connect with Buddy.

“What do you do for fun?”--Sari

“Fun?”--Buddy

“Yeah! Like watch movies, play games, that stuff.”--Sari

“Well, I do like looking at art sometimes.”--Buddy

“You like paintings!?”--Bulkhead

“Yes?”--Buddy

“I have some, you wanna see?”--Bulkhead

“Sure.”--Buddy

“Full warning Buddy, but they aren’t exactly… well you’ll see.”--Bumblebee

“Umm… okay?”--Buddy

“Here it is! What do you think.”—Bulkhead

Bulkhead presenting a painting full of colors.

“…Bulkhead…”--Buddy

“If you’re gonna say it stinks—”--Bulkhead

“Woah, woah, woah! Who said anything about it stinking? Art is in the optic of the beholder after all. I like the hues you used and the brush strokes you did here. I’m just sorry I can’t take this with me!”--Buddy

“You’re just saying that.”--Bulkhead

“What no! Why would I do that?”--Buddy

“You really like it?”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead I wish I could bring it with me.”--Buddy

Bulkhead looking at Prime.

“Where have you been keeping them from me.”--Bulkhead

Bumblebee soon joined in showing Buddy some of his video games and may or may not have asked for some stories about the old Boss bot.

Buddy was happy to comply with that much to Optimus’s dismay.

“You have any stories about Boss-Bot?”--Bumblebee

“That’s not important—”--Optimus

“Absolutely!”--Buddy

“Buddy, no.”--Optimus

“Buddy, yes. Sit down kid, I got a whole bunch of stories. If you tell me a funny story about Optimus here from the time here on Earth, I’ll even throw in a story about Sentinel too.”--Buddy

“So, there was this time Optimus tried swinging from the rooftops one time and fell into the harbor.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee!”--Optimus

“Kid you are officially on my good side.”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Optimus

“Yes…”--Buddy

“You wouldn’t…”--Optimus

“And what if I do?”--Buddy

“No… not that one!”--Optimus

“Yes, that one! Now Prime here—”--Buddy

Optimus tackling Buddy down.

Ratchet joined in after checking over Buddy’s wounds again. He is glad to see one of his unofficial official students are still kicking.

Prowl joined in when she retold some of her adventures on this planet without the Cons. The two ended up having an in-depth conversation about rocks.

“Thank you Ratchet. Prime needs to remember some of us are still injured.”--Buddy

“Again, I said I’m sorry!”--Optimus

“Yeah, yeah.”--Buddy

“… You’re the Decepticon’s new medic aren’t you.”--Ratchet

“…How did you know?”--Buddy

“Call it a hunch… and you have several tools in your subspace with several rocks.”--Ratchet

“Rocks?”--Prowl

“Yeah, it’s a past time of mine. I think the humans call it a ‘rock collection’.”--Buddy

“Can I see?”--Prowl

Buddy popping one of her subspaces and taking out all sorts of rocks.

After the conversation, Sari declared it a movie night. Optimus was the last one to sit down.

The only place left was next Buddy.

Buddy looked at Optimus and patted the spot next to her, he sat down.

Neither of them looked at each other for a bit.

As the movie continued, Buddy took a glance at him seeing the sad look on his face.

She reached out and grabbed his servo.

“Thank you.”--Buddy

“Hm? For what?”--Optimus

“You kept your promise. You came for me.”--Buddy

“… I… I…”--Optimus

“It’s okay Prime. I forgave you a long time ago.”--Buddy

Optimus sniffling a bit while squeezing Buddy’s servo in response.

Buddy leaning her helm on his shoulder.

Prime moves a bit closer, just glad to have his friend back.

This was a start, a small one, but a start.

Buddy left the base that night while everyone went to recharge to go and meet up with the Cons.

She left a note telling them where she went and thanks for the help.

Right now, Buddy had another problem to deal with.

“Hey I’m back—”--Buddy

Buddy getting plowed to the ground by Blitzwing.

“Where were you?!”—Hot head

“Are you hurt?!”--Icy

“Did you make snow bots?”—Random

“I’m fine—“—Buddy

Lugnut running in and pulling Buddy into a crushing hug.

“Buddy, you have been gone for too long! Too many things have happened since you left!”--Lugnut

Starscream walking in and sighing in relief.

“Finally, you decided to come by. As your second in command, I demand you to tell us where have you been.”--Starscream

“Well, I got caught in the snowstorm—”--Buddy

“Snowstorm?!”—Blitzwing, Lugnut, Starscream

“Do you know how dangerous that was?!”—Starscream

“You could have been offline if—“--Blitzwing

“Yes? I know that, but I’m fine now.”--Buddy

“Yeah, one of you has to tell Lord Megatron now.”--Starscream

“Megatron? Wait is he mad?”--Buddy

“Not exactly, he has been worrying where you have been, which you still haven’t told us yet!”--Lugnut

“What is all this blundering—Buddy?”--Megatron

“Hello My Lord—”--Buddy

“…”--Megatron

Lugnut releasing Buddy from his hold as she stands up straighter.

“I’m sorry for being so late. I got caught in the snowstorm and I had to wait it out until I could leave.”--Buddy

Megatron walking up to Buddy stopping in front of her.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron picks up Buddy into his arms and carrying her to the medbay.

“Starscream get the heat pads! Blitzwing help him! Lugnut lock the doors!”--Megatron

“Megatron! There is no—”--Buddy

“If you say that ‘there is no need for this’, I will further put you under base arrest.”--Megatron

“What?!”--Buddy

“I will do it. Do not test me.”--Megatron

“Fine…”--Buddy

Megatron reaching to the medbay and closing the doors.

“…You did give us all a fright when you did come back… especially with the drop in temperature.”--Megatron

“Megatron—”--Buddy

“No. Let me finish. Buddy, we were worried. I was worried.”--Megatron

“Why were you worried? I’m just one medic in your army. I don’t--”--Buddy

“You are not just some medic!”--Megatron

“Then?”--Buddy

“You…I…”--Megatron

“Yes?”--Buddy

“I—”--Megatron

Lugnut kicking down the door.

“I have successfully locked the doors, Lord Megatron!”--Lugnut

Megatron looking like he is about to scream.

“Thank you…Lugnut…”—Megatron

Buddy giggling a bit in the background.

[lariej]

people have been sharing posts and thoughts today but i just want to put out an extra thank you and MAJOR respect to technoblade’s father

to deliver techno’s final words as he did, allowing techno’s personality to come through even though he wasn’t speaking the words directly, as well as to sit and record the video for him, for his son, would take so much strength i couldn’t even begin to imagine

props to technodad, major respect to the man and i hope their family is doing as well as they can in this time

[firesnap]

Wilbur Soot keeping his private life exactly that is so commendable when his fanbase contains mostly nosey 20-somethings, clingy teenagers, some fucking weirdos who think he's more of a pretty prop than a person and a scattering of people who fall somewhere on the more normal scale.

Like I see all this "har har Wilbur gets no bitches" jokes and I'm going "Wilbur could be fucking teaching university classes while moonlighting as a bartender in a themed spooky bar and training to go on some secret underwater exploration journey and we'd not know about it unless Tommyinnit leaked it." Love it. More streamers should give people just enough information to be interesting but not enough to ever actually know anything concrete about them.

Same goes for Techno. Half of SBI are old school about their lives, one is somewhere in the middle and the last one is going "here's my passport, chat."

[jxthics]

DAYSPRING

[id: a drawing of teenage cable from the askani'son comics. he has one hand over his opposite shoulder, his elbow propped up on bent knee. he is looking up at the viewer. his techno-organic arm has a psychic illusion appearance to be a normal arm. his glowing eye shines a bright yellow. the rest of the drawing is a vivid blue, purple, and green palette. /end id]

[yellowmanula]

This relic from the past serves us solely as a prop for photo shoots, such is its new life. By the way, I recommend checking out this track if you like melodic techno.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

"they frantically shoved another handful of swedish fish in their mouth"

rhhrhrhrh i had trouble with this but now i got it all figured out! i also switched the characters so many times and we eventually ended up with bedrockbros so yippeee ! ?

blinded by imperfect form

wc: 589

cw: intrusive thoughts, uninvited vore-related instincts, swearing

—–—

Light from the television hung lowly over Tommy's face, which Techno had only noticed because....well, because he was watching Tommy. Not stalking him, or plotting his murder, just, Tommy was in eyeshot, and he was small, and Techno happened to have rather entitled voices holding Tommy and his fragile form captive, and he found it soothing to watch the way the tiny moved.

The tiny was propped on a pillow supported by Techno's legs, who laid along the couch with a blanket keeping him warm from the winter air. The rest of the blanket had ended up around Tommy, who leant into it like he owned it.

And that was partially true, because some part of him had picked apart a sewing hobby over a boring coarse of life and decided it was worth it to present the boy with a gift.

Only, again, because of his voices.

Normally he wouldn't indulge in the activities his voices prompted, but this seemed harmless enough; it's not like Tommy was bothered by giant gifts and the occasional prowl.

Speaking of which, Tommy had seemed to tear his attention from the screen (which was playing Moana on a very convincing three-step plan that Techno had ended up giving into on account of his own pity of Tommy) to ask Techno for another piece of food.

Instead of asking, he stopped short and tensed at the intent eye-contact from Techno.

"Uh, Techno?" Tommy asks.

Techno's eyes never falter around Tommy as he responds. "Hh, yep?"

"Any reason you've decided to stare at me 'n shit?"

Techno shrugs. "You're unusually small, if you haven't noticed. Don't wanna lose you, Phil'd have something strong to say about that," he says. Okay, it had been made up on the spot, but it's not as if Tommy was anything unfamiliar with his voices, although admitting of his instincts only dug an opportunity for embarrassment.

Tommy blinks. "Wh– Techno I'm not gonna fall or something! I'm not fucking stupid," Tommy says, defensively.

It would be much easier for him to not fall if he was somewhere safer, a voice muses as his eyes drift onto the floor; more importantly the tumbling fall that'd injure the tiny without a second thought.

"Whatever, 'Creep-no-blade', I want food," Tommy demands, just as Techno had assumed.

"Yeah? And what food would that be?" he asks, eyes finding the various bags of snacks that had accumulated near Techno.

"Uh..." Tommy trails off as he gazes over his options: popcorn, Swedish Fish, M&M's, chip's, and... oh, well, there was a bag of donuts.

As Tommy decides, a voice chimes in with an peskily persuasive reminder as to what he wants for a snack.

"Techno? You with me, big man?" Tommy asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. He swallows, for the first time in a long time feeling genuine uncertainty.

"Ah, I hope so. What'd you say?"

"Popcorn," Tommy repeats.

He obliges, digging into the bag of popcorn and grabbing a piece, then handing it over to Tommy. The tiny's hands grab at it, two needed to support the almost air-like weight of it.

How easy it would be to grab Tommy right there and put him where he needs to be.

Techno's throat swallows impulsively as he imagines Tommy travelling down his gullet and finding a soft spot in his storage.

Instantly, upon his now-troubled self, he ignores his impulsivities and grabs at a bag beside him, frantically shoving a handful of Swedish Fish into his mouth to try and dampen his urges.

—–—

[void-chara]

cosplayed subz at vidcon baltimore yesterday! so cool! wow!

yipeeeeee rambling and more images below readmore

so first! i went in a group!

subz is me obviously, cellbit is my qpp elric (@rainy-day-wizard), and grian is my younger sister (@lepa-frog). least cohesive group of cosplayers ever. tho there ARE connections! i cosplayed a guy with moon symbolism and lepa cosplayed a guy with sun symbolism! so we are like moon and sun! cool! and me and elric both hit our guys with the catboyification beams.

wearing all those headbands was hell btw. the horns were separate sets so there were two diff elastoc strings digging into my skull. AND the cat ear headband. anyway i saw cosplayers there who used headbands to have gamertags floating above their heads and i wanna do that next time. the suffering isnt enough i need four headbands. more realisticly i will probably attach it to the cat ear one but upgrading to four would be funnier.

also those horns give me enough gender euphoria to rival wearing a binder

stuff i made for this: painted the pattern on the glove and the big horns, sewed the shoulder scale things onto the coat(they were already in the triangles when i got them, i just attached them to the coat), made the button and chain thing on the coat, made and eclipse federation flag which i attached to the back of the coat, made lepas wing headband, and made the whole shirt thing. whatever its called. i sewed all that.

better pictures!

was up till ~3am the night before vidcon dyeing the streak in my hair, and then up till 1am the next night watching subz's first stream back from his vacation. doing soo well on sleep rn. gonna be up late tonight doing homework probably

only got one day tickets cause i got other shit to do, couldnt spend a whole weekend on this.

was super fun tho! ran into sooooo many cosplayers. one person recognized me as "that guy from lifesteal" which is more than i was expecting! 3 people asked if i was the enderdragon and one asked if i was docm77. tbh i get it, they both got the big horns, the funky shit going on with one arm and side of the face, and both got the tits out look. i could not accurately recreate the tits out look because i would have been charged with public indecency.

anyway i think like half the population of cosplayers were ranboos and technos. had to rehabilitate an especially large group at one point who were not being super considerate of other congoers 😔 was still fun to see all the people tho! also ran into some cranboos who i recognized from tumblr which was wild, those two and their friends were really cool!!

also one of the ranbs mentioned divorce papers and now im so sad i didnt think to make eclipse federation divorce papers :( would have been the best prop ever

con itself was a little mid, wasnt a lot to do, but the experience was super fun, so im glad i went

[its-elvie-innit]

oh we're putting dsmp on stage? sweet my stage craft knowledge finally comes in handy for a fan project <33 (<- i do costumes mostly and a little bit of lights + set/props) (i haven't interacted with this fandom in months)

so first things first. storytelling through costumes is fucking imperative here. also rip to the actors in advance they're gonna have so many layers

early dsmp we need pristine clothing. armour is perfectly shiny with minimal to no scratches. any form of white clothing is white. wrinkles do not exist. hair is styled to perfection. etc etc. any make-up should be very subtle; this is the very beginning of... everything. there hasn't been any time for people to make pretty much any sort of mark on this world. (or it back) hand in hand with this, set pieces should be minimal. there should be a general idea of wide open space, without (m)any buildings just yet. lighting should be simple but bright, cheerful.

when l'manberg is created, things have settled in a bit more. set should still be minimal (stage split somewhere for van? rotating set piece?), lighting still bright. i would keep costumes pristine too, but things like 'dirt smudges' or small rips should/can be incorporated. (excluding dream. he needs to stay as unaffected as possible for as long as possible.)

l'manberg war this all goes out the window. rips, tears, hasty patches, fake injuries, the white spots on the uniforms should be still recognisable but like... not really white anymore. (again, not on the dream team really.) when we enter the control room, i want no set. the lighting here can really be used to emphasise how claustrophobic the whole thing is. honestly, the whole war should have stark, dramatic lighting. the duel especially.

post-war, we have this shift. costumes should be... slightly to the left of what they were before. whites are off-whites, patches are trying their hardest not to be there but aren't quite fitting in, shoes are caked with dirt. there's a sense of... fakeness about how neat everything is trying to appear. this should be the most obvious on wilbur. make-up-wise, we're looking at slightly more accentuated eyebags, cheekbones. everyone looks just a little more tired. sets are minimal.

until. (except.) the election. (schlatt.)

the election podium should be tall. imposing. larger than life. a single spotlight hovers on wilbur when he's up there. when schlatt is elected, it's backlit. casting his shadow across the stage. (when tubbo is up there, the lights are almost blinding. and then the lights goes dark. and on stage there is an explosion of colour.)

pogtopia still minimal set, but lighting and positioning of props and what set there is are what should convey scale. tommy and wilbur's costumes should be rough. techno should look Out Of Place, glittering and shiny and still new. tubbo even more so for very different reasons.

manberg should be suffocating in the complete opposite sense. set pieces should be large and swallow up the characters.

when wilbur gives monologues the stage around him (lights) should shrink more and more each time until his world is just him. and the button. (when philza arrives, he should bring light with him. not a lot. but more. the lights widen to reveal the signs on the walls. when wilbur hits the button, the lights should blast open to the whole stage. this part with the set is all about the levels. no one should be standing on equal ground when/after the explosions go off.)

and i'm leaving this ask here because it's stupidly long and also the 16th should be the end of act 1 peace and love <33

OH my gosh, progressing from a simple set with no marks, the bright lighting, I never thought about the space on the stage. Like, yeah, duh, nothings been done yet. It's all green pastures and sunsets of course there's open air. I love dream being unaffected because yeah. And the immediacy of everything breaking down!!!!! All of a sudden they become torn and shallow, still people, still coiffed to perfection, but like, a little bit less so. And The Injuries hshhshhsh.

Schlatts podium..I absolutely agree, tall and imposing, I also think it should have a cartoon-ish curve to it though so there's forced perspective. At the very tippy top there should be that yellow concrete box, I feel like the shadows would be very imposing. I adore the lights-away thing for tubbo- and I feel like to keep in with techno killing so many people there should be little bursts of light accompanied with screams of everyone he killed. Tommy and wilbur could be on short buildings to the side, hiding! Then he winds the enderpearl back and the lights go out during technos shoot. That's suuuuch a good idea it's so perfect...

You've done so much with the set I have no comments...mwah mwah so perfect..tubbo w the bandages seeing techno in his pristine costume..owy

But the wilbur light thing!!! Yes!!!!!!! I don't think you understand how much I love this, murmuring about the presidency fading out above him, the circular spotlight in a pitch black theater, slowing, growing smaller and closed in around wilbur where hes hunkered over, nearly hitting the button against his wrist until BAM! A circle around phil!!!!! Wilbur is awestruck, and the circles start to merge when they talk, wilburs fluctuating back and forth, back and forth, smaller-bigger-smaller-bigger and then BAM. MY UNFINISHED SYMPJONY PHIL! You hear a scream, SCREAMS, Phil's light goes off with wilburs, his world is gone, you hear a sudden fizz of Redstone right before, a gunshot (ITS CHEKOVS) then the curtain shoots open in the pitch black where we had done the button scene opens and the lights go back on to reveal the destroyed lmanburg, tnt explosion sounds still reigning over the scene, niki and tommy across the gaping chasm, wilbur kneeling before it with a boisterous smile on his face, wild eyes, he grabs the hilt of his dads sword (kill me phil!!!!! Kill me!) And we get a front row seat to the lights turning red as soon as it hits him, blurring into that same world-owning circle. The last scene before you see the stage go dark is philza kneeling to gather up his son in his arms, burying his face into wilburs bloody jacket.

So valid and real with the 16th ending act one.imagine intermission that shit is gonna be CRANKED