#so mech art real soon!!!

[orionis13]

Sorry for the lack of art lately im I said it was gonna happen but I still feel a lil bad I miss posting art but FEAR NOT more will come at some point :)

[tervaneula]

u said leoichi drabble prompt request. consider. one injured and the other protecting them and then the injured one has to calm them down bc 'they're okay, really, promise, rest now'

OKAY SO this fused with a ghost of an idea I've had for a while and it ended up being a bit more serious than the prompt called for and a lot longer than just a drabble. (It's ~1120 words.) CW: blood and injury

Also I made a silly header thing I don't know what to do with, so I'm putting it here since this fic doesn't come with art of its own :'3

“Yui, I’m okay–” 

The rabbit turns his head to look at him, furious. 

“I heard your shell crack, Leonardo, and I'm not an idiot! Now stay down and let me handle this!” 

He falls quiet for a moment before redirecting his glare towards their adversary and then adds a muted, “Please.” 

There's no compromising with Yuichi in this state, apparently, and Leonardo stays right where he got crushed between metal claws and the concrete, splayed on the ground next to those very same claws which had gotten swiftly cut from the wrist for their transgressions.

He does roll onto his side to get his body weight off his shell, and yeah, alright, one or more of the old cracks that never healed properly must have split open again. It's tough to breathe and his back feels… His kimono is sticking to his shell and his back feels wet now that he's paying attention, and that. That is not good. 

Just his luck to run into a massive mecha wreaking havoc on an otherwise lovely day, huh. He wasn't even supposed to be on patrol and thus is embarrassingly swordless. 

Good thing that his date and their resident samurai always carries his. 

The slider watches as Yuichi does quick work of the metal hunk's wiring behind its knees, his frighteningly sharp katana slicing through the cables like butter. The mech falls with a ground-shaking rumble, unable to rise again, arm flailing as it tries to catch the rabbit. It's no use, Yuichi is much smaller and faster – and as soon as he reaches the mech's head, it's already rolling. The construct immediately loses power and Yuichi wrenches the windowed hatch in its chest open. Turns out there's no pilot, just a program-operated dashboard, and he makes sure that none of the controls are functional after he's done with them. 

Leonardo thinks he could watch Yuichi trash villains all day long, he's practically mesmerised by the strength hidden in that soft frame despite his shell throbbing unpleasantly in tandem with his heartbeat. He sighs, lovestruck. 

As his final move, Yuichi thrusts his katana into the heart of the mecha and Leonardo sees a spray of ink-black oil splash all over Yuichi's face and the front of his kimono. It makes him laugh and he realises his mistake too late, his lungs struggling to draw breath again as he finally gets hit with the pain, his body trying to stop him from moving; from causing any more damage. Shit, shit, shit. 

He had hoped he wouldn’t need to bother any of his brothers today since he was supposed to spend the whole day with Yuichi but he knows to pick his battles, now. He opens the comm link embedded in his prosthetic, contacting someone who he knows will pick up. 

“Che~ello!” comes the cheerful answer in just a few seconds, and Leonardo can't help but smile. 

“Mikeyyy, hermano, I'm in a bit of a pickle,” he wheezes, feeling the shift in his little brother's energy as soon as he hears the strain in his voice. 

“Leo? Are you okay?” 

“Not really, no,” Leonardo grunts. “Got into a scuffle with some big haywire robot– don’t worry, that’s taken care of. I suspect Donnie will want to scrap it for parts. Um. My shell’s– my shell’s cracked though.” 

Leonardo can vividly imagine the colour draining from Michelangelo's face and it would be funny if he wasn't acutely aware of a broken shell coming with the very real possibility of his innards turning into outnards. 

“I'm calling Draxy. Stay put, I'll get Lee to pick you up.” 

“Right,” Leonardo sighs, the line going out just when Yuichi is finally done with the mech and rushing to his side, face haphazardly wiped from oil. His gaze is sharp as he kneels next to him, sweaty and out of breath, and Leonardo thinks he looks like a knight. Or maybe like a samurai of the old, in this case. 

“There’s my hero,” he coos before Yuichi can get a word out and the rabbit’s brow furrows. 

“Don’t start,” he snaps but his tone softens almost immediately, “I saw you calling someone. It’s bad, isn’t it? It… it looks really bad.” 

“Yeeeah, this kimono is definitely ruined,” Leonardo laments, “unless you know how to, gh, get blood out of corduroy? No? Or the obi?” 

Yuichi stares. 

“A– a shame, really, I did like this one a lot–” 

“Leonardo!” Yuichi interrupts him and grabs his bicep, looking two seconds away from crying. Leonardo frowns. He knows he’s getting a little delirious but he was sincerely trying his best to lift his mate’s mood. 

“Leon, please, you’re rambling. Is someone coming? Can I do anything?” 

“‘m not rambling,” Leonardo grumbles, hissing when he fills his lungs again. “Leo’s coming to get us, Draxy– Draxum will treat the shell. And no, better keep the obi in place until we get to the medbay.” 

Yuichi’s shoulders slump and he sighs, most likely relieved that he’s not going to have to figure out how to deal with a cracked shell. Leonardo does not like the lingering worry in Yuichi’s gaze one bit, though, and he offers him a grin. It’s a little shaky but whatever. 

“Heeey, bunbun. Listen. This is nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ll be fine.” 

Yuichi gives him an honest-to-God kicked-puppy look and Leonardo thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life. He almost tells him so but Yuichi cups his cheek and his forced grin melts away into surprised silence. 

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Yuichi murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. The slider’s eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hand to hold onto Yuichi’s wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I mean it. I should’ve been more careful.” 

Yuichi huffs and leans away to gently bump their foreheads together. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Maybe, but ’m still sorry. Didn’t want to worry you.” 

“You’re an idiot,” Yuichi says, exasperated. “You should know that at this point, I’ll always worry.” 

Leonardo grins and this time it’s genuine. Breathing in his partner’s scent is like a balm to him, even if it’s tinged with the bitterness of motor oil, even if his body currently thinks that breathing is overrated. Even if he just got called an idiot by none other than said partner. 

“Raincheck on the date?” he mumbles, and finally he gets a chuckle out of the rabbit. Yuichi straightens his back and flicks him on the nose. 

“Like you even needed to ask. Idiot.” 

Before Leonardo can express his displeasure of being called an idiot for a second time there’s the familiar electric hum of a portal opening behind him, and someone whistles. 

“Sheesh, old man. That kimono is definitely ruined.” 

[heliopauseentertainments]

Solar Flare

Now a complete 92k word novel. Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus, one-sided Starscream/Rodimus, Megatron & Starscream, background relationships

Major Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Starscream, Zeta Prime, Ratchet

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of VIolence, Blood & Gore, Serious Injuries, Weddings, Suggestive Themes, Horror Elements (I.E. Horror of the Divine), Reincarnation, Ambiguous Relationships, One-Sided Relationships. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags. AU: Canon Divergence, Gods/goddesses, Early War

Summary:  "To destroy a corrupt system, we must first destroy its gods, starting with this one." In which Megatron makes a mistake by sparing Rodimus, the Prime of the Sun.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Note: inspired by this art piece on Tumblr.

1st chapter under cut; the full length is on AO3.

"To destroy a corrupt system, we must first destroy its gods, starting with this one."

Megatron, at first, had been so sure of his words as he pointed at the red and yellow mech across the hall, bedecked in jewelry and silk.

The ornate metal doors that had blocked off the throne room laid crumpled on the polished marble floor under his feet, a testament to the temple’s weakness against real resistance.

In his initial planning, after storming the Temple of the Sun in Nyon, he had thought killing a false god would be the easy part. Especially since this Prime did not have a Lord Protector, no zealous paladin dedicated to defending his worthless spark, Megatron had assumed that there would simply be one less obstacle to his goal.

The defenses had been minimal. Pathetic guards ran screaming for their lives after the mundane frontal assault on the main reinforced doors. There had been no point in giving chase, so Megatron had ordered his soldiers to let them flee. Better to have terrified survivors tell the tale, whereas dead mechs couldn’t spread word of change.

If the other Primal temples were built like this one with pitiful security, their job would be a lot simpler. Megatron doubted that would be the case, but he had also doubted this push would have gone so smoothly.

Now he watched as Primal acolytes pulled on the Prime’s arms and hands, trying in vain to tug him to safety, wherever that might be found, far away from the armed intruders.

The Prime shook them off with an undignified curse before marching unhindered towards Megatron, whom he’d fixed with a glare. Not one of anger, no, one of being inconvenienced.

“What are you doing in my house? You’re freaking out my dudes!”

What.

Megatron wasn’t often taken aback, but it appeared today had yet more surprises in store for him than a suspiciously easy siege.

He had just blasted through reinforced doors with his mechs, neutralized several guards with nary a fatality, and kicked down the door to the sacred throne room where the Prime was expected to waste away his days in luxury and splendor. Yet this… this garish half-pint approached him, fine brocades and bangles swaying with the motion, with neither fear nor hesitation.

Megatron hadn’t been prepared for this.

He had been prepared for the pampered brat cowering on the beautiful, shining marble, begging for his miserable, privileged life. He had been prepared to mercilessly terminate that wastrel with a fusion cannon blast, right through the spark and through that stupid Matrix.

Just as soon as Megatron tired of the sniveling, of course.

Consternation on his face, he powered down his cannon with a soft whir as it was lowered to his side.

“Excuse me?”

The Prime planted his hands on his hips, the bejeweled and festooned fins of his spoiler tilted upward in bold defiance.

"You heard me, bolt brain."

Now that wasn't a very godly thing to say at all. What were they teaching these high-caste deadbeats these days? Insults like that were what Megatron would have expected from an overcharged cadet at a seedy spaceport, not the alleged reincarnation of Solus Prime.

For all the supposed elegance and grace of a Prime, especially the Prime of the Sun, this was a smart-mouthed little punk.

This wasn't remotely what had been expected.

Megatron scowled down at the mech who dared call himself a god.

With a wave of his arm, some of his lollygagging soldiers dispatched towards the back of the throne room to seize fleeing acolytes.

"Don't you realize what's happening here?" Megatron asked, staring right back into the defiant, burning blue gaze. "Are you really that brave or are you just foolish?"

"Oh, yeah, I know what's happening.”

Megatron sincerely doubted that, but better to hear what nonsense this unknowingly condemned moron could come up with. Maybe it would be amusing.

“You're being a total spike right now, bursting in unannounced and trashing my house like one of those medical academy parties they show on the holonet. Wreck your own house!"

Not nearly as amusing as Megatron had hoped.

What in the damned hell was this punk talking about?

No wonder this one had no Lord Protector. Who would tolerate this? Shooting him now would do the world a favor. Making a political statement at this point would be a bonus.

"Didn't your caretakers teach you any manners? Rude." Well, Terminus had tried but…. That was hardly the point. The sheer impertinence of this idiot who had no idea he was about to have a hole put through his spark at point-blank range by a fusion cannon.

"I'm about to kill you and you're upset by my lack of aristocratic manners?"

Manners hadn’t really mattered much where he came from, the predominantly manual-class and disposable-class underground city of Tarn, in the various mines where he’d labored in dangerous conditions for ages, or in the black-market pop-up gladiatorial arenas of Kaon. He had never had use for such niceties and this punk was upset that he wasn’t holding out his little finger while seizing the Primal temple.

Ridiculous.

What next? Did he expect Megatron to use a napkin when painting the floor with the Prime’s slowly dimming lifeblood?

Despite the situation and his rapidly approaching final moment, the Prime relaxed slightly, seeming to consider the contradiction now that it had been pointed out, rubbing his chin all the while.

"I suppose when you put it like that, but only a Prime can kill a Prime so like do whatever—Hey! Wait!"

The hand rubbing his chin abandoned its work to point squarely at Megatron's nose.

"I know you! You're that lunatic that got Kaon blown to slag!"

That was it; they were done here. He had tired of this highborn simpleton’s antics.

“Enough!” Megatron bellowed, smacking that accusing point away with the back of his hand. “I don’t have time for your inane blathering!”

“Hey, rude—“

“Seize him!”

Mechs surged forth, several making grabs for the Prime’s limbs.

The Prime struggled, swearing as he strove to free himself of unwelcome hands. He kicked and punched, denting plate. More than a few titanium teeth from Decepticon mouths pinged against the floor after being knocked out.

Flatline would be rather busy later patching up these morons, Megatron thought, intrigued by just how much of a fight this pampered fool was putting up.

The struggle went on until the soldiers managed to immobilize the Prime’s limbs, removing any space for him to get in another good swing.

"Might I suggest something?" A high-pitched voice piped up behind Megatron’s back, persuasively smooth with all the owner’s public speaking practice despite the underlying tinny screech.

"You may not, but you'll do it regardless of my permission, so out with it, Starscream. Let’s get your suggestion over with."

Starscream stalked closer and began to circle the restrained Prime, as though inspecting a new, expensive purchase. His thrusters clicked haughtily against the smooth floor with every step.

"Rather than immediately dispatch this 'god,' why not simply keep him prisoner?"

"What purpose would that possibly serve?" What a waste of precious fuel and man-hours that could be better allocated elsewhere. Why take on the unnecessary responsibility of babysitting?

"Well, would not a new mech simply be chosen as a puppet to take their place? A supposed reincarnation plucked from a hot spot like a shining miracle in the dark night. The Senate and their drooling lackeys will rally around the divine newspark, stir up the people's faith, and so on and so forth. Keep him alive and that little problem just solves itself, doesn't it?"

Starscream had always had an optic for political nuance, even if Megatron often discarded it in the name of idealogical stringency. He generally felt his time was better spent not playing those games. Direct action tended to suit his purposes far better.

“What of the Matrix?” Megatron asked, gesturing with his thumb at the Prime’s chest. Each Prime had one, bestowed upon them by the priesthood that served their predecessor. Relics passed down between supposed incarnations, a symbol of divinity. Turning that worthless relic into a profane trophy of scrap that would almost as profoundly undermine the blind faith of the populace as actually murdering one of their so-called “gods.”

Megatron tapped his finger against his chin in thought.

“Would not destroying the Matrix render the point moot?” A new god couldn’t be reformatted without it, right? At least, not as far as he knew. The whole thing was rustwash anyway, but that was the official narrative.

Starscream scoffed, waving a hand flippantly at the very idea as he continued to circle the immobilized Prime. His wings fluttered with interest, a behavior Megatron had seen his second-in -command perform on several occasions when he wanted something.

Something about this useless creature had caught Starscream’s attention. That would need to be ironed out later.

“Please. They probably keep a bunch of them in the basement or in a bunker somewhere or something. You break one, someone steals a backup and claims it’s the real thing, safely defended from our destructive irreverence. You get accused of having destroyed a fake one for publicity and the whole ‘message’ you want to send crumbles in shame. You know how it is with these ‘relics.’ A shanix a dozen. Best keep this one as ‘proof’ for now.”

A broad, knowing grin stretched across Starscream’s face, shining with implication.

“And, after all, you can only have the fun of killing him once.”

He hated that Starscream had a point—several, in fact. Telling the seeker so, however, would just cause more problems—the overinflated ego sort—down the line.

Megatron would settle for a simple acknowledgment as he leaned down to get a better look at this bedighted speedster.

The Prime was practically encrusted with jewels and precious metals in the form of ornate jewelry, brocaded mesh draped luxuriously over the fins of his spoiler. Feet planted firmly on the ground, the Prime glared defiantly back up at his captor. In any other situation, Megatron would have thought him a beauty to behold, but now the red mech was just a symbol of resources squandered on mere opulence.

The sight disgusted him or… it should have.

“Very well, Starscream.”

Megatron heaved a tired sigh.

“I haven’t decided what his fate will be just yet,” he said, straightening back up. “Lock him up somewhere. I don’t care where. It doesn’t matter. Just get him out of my sight.”

A few of his mechs hesitated, the ones holding the arms and shoulders of acolytes, as though they weren’t sure what to do with their prisoners. Megatron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood back up. Did he have to spell out everything for these idiots?

“The cultists too! Just go!”

--

Finally.

The throne room was at peace without that Prime spitting and screaming, now that the brat had been hauled off somewhere in the temple complex, preferably kept under lock and guard.

With the quiet, Megatron could finally get a look around, take stock of the damage and what exactly they had just conquered. This place held many, many valuable resources that they could utilize, either directly or by fencing the goods. Furthermore, he’d gotten it all for the low price of a few explosives, a couple of boot-licking lives, and inadvertent custody a very rude little “god.”

He would figure out what to do with that brat later.

Megatron took a long and slow ventilation before approaching the now abandoned, golden throne at the far end of the room. It glittered in the warm yellow-orange light from the lamps. An impression of the sun was embossed into the high back of the throne and again, smaller, on the arms and seat. It was almost too small, hardly having room for the treads on his back. It was made for more regal frames than his own, intended for heavy industrial work below ground.

The soldiers that still lingered in the room, along with his few lieutenants that had accompanied him, watched in silence.

“We will reinforce the Temple of the Sun, make it an impregnable fortress,” he said, sitting and relaxing into the Primal throne. He supposedly “desecrated” it merely by touch, let alone smearing it with spilled energon and oil from fighting his way through the temple. A shame some of that shed fuel didn’t belong to the previous occupant of this glorified chair.

No matter. It belonged to him now.

From here, it was a short step to de facto controlling the city of Nyon and its weak council.

“With a little work, it’ll make a fine base.” The first, in fact, unless one counted the ruins of Kaon, the last city he and his forces held, he thought, caressing one of the cushioned arms of the throne. After Senate forces bombed the city from the surface of Cybertron, the revolutionaries were forced underground.

Megatron gestured for his lieutenants to approach.

Starscream strode forward, an impatient twitch to his wings and several complaints no doubt already at the tip of his tongue. He still looked smug from his earlier “victory” in changing Megatron’s plans. In stark contrast, Soundwave, ever the professional, simply walked and waited in inscrutable silence for his orders.

"Now, as you know, the Senate is de facto independent, even if they nominally operate under the First Prime in Iacon. They serve no gods but themselves,” Megatron began, “we need to work quickly to fortify our position here. We have some time because they need to calculate the political risk of assaulting Nyon."

They could make good use of this place if they were quick, before the Senate could retaliate for the revolutionaries’ transgressions against the gods. Nyon, however, had one beautiful advantage that Kaon did not: a Primal temple. Even they would hesitate to simply annihilate a sacred location, no matter who held it. Not because they believed, but because the face they would lose with the public would be incalculable.

Megatron smirked, getting comfortable in the stolen throne. Just sitting here was daring the Senate to do something self-destructive and drastic. It was perfect.

Starscream opened his mouth, probably to object, but before he could get words out, he was cut off by a finger pointed in his direction.

“Organize the fortification efforts and recall Shockwave to our new position. Soundwave—“ The blue mech straightened up further to show he was giving his leader his undivided attention. “Round up and contain the remainder of the priesthood. We’re moving in. Once you’ve done that, turn your attention to following the newsfeeds. I want to know the nanoklik Iacon thinks about making a move.”

With a nod, the Soundwave turned on his heel to carry out the command.

Now he just needed to figure out what to do with the blasted Prime of the Sun. Throttling him was unfortunately off the table, for today at least.

Starscream loudly cleared his vocalizer, apparently having something else to say before getting on with his duties.

“What is it now, Starscream?”

“Well, if I may, I have a potential solution to your little Prime problem,” he started, still beaming. It was as though he had guessed Megatron’s thoughts.

“One that could legitimize our position here.”

“I’m listening.” Begrudgingly, but he would hear Starscream out. Might as well.

Megatron narrowed his optics but said nothing as he leaned his face on a raised fist. The seeker took that as permission to continue, a slippery grin stretching across the smooth metal of his face.

“What do you think of the title of Lord Protector? ‘Lord Megatron’ has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

[yuwuta]

i politely demand you talk about your nge/pacrim au!

thank you for enabling my behavior and for all your art omg <33333 i will attempt to coherently and briefly outline my thoughts

the short version is: yuuta/rika saves you post-battle and both are irrationally upset when it turns out that you already have a boyfriend. 

yuuta would like to take some of the credit for digging you out the rubble, but the truth is, it was like his mech was on auto-pilot, overriding all of his controls to dig you out of a lifeless environment and stash your cold, limp body in the center chamber until yuuta and rika were transported back to the base. 

yuuta doesn’t understand why he lost control of rika like that, nor does he understand why he feels so upset when he goes to visit you in the infirmary and there’s already some other man by your bedside holding your hand. he vaguely recognizes kokichi as a junior engineer who’s done a few surface level repairs on rika, and he’s surprised and green with envy to find out that kokichi is also your boyfriend. 

yuuta doesn’t understand the anger he feels, or the headache he gets, or the panic attack that’s threatening to rise in him, or why his feet automatically drag him back to his mech, or why he feels like he could hear rika’s faint sobs and screams in his head and he lay in his pilot chamber. none of it makes sense and he can barely sleep because of it, but it happens every time he thinks about you and kokichi for too long; and strangely enough, if the thinks about how rika seemed to come to life to save you for too long. there’s some kind of missing link he can’t piece together. 

when you’re conscious, you can’t seem to recall any part your childhood, and only have your memories from college onwards, save for bits and pieces of the attack you were a victim of. yuuta learns that you were studying to be an engineer, that you were moving to work at the hangar and be closer to your boyfriend, that kokichi was slated to pick you up from the airport that ended up being the site of attack. a small part of yuuta wishes kokichi had been there, thinks that rika wouldn’t have found him in the rubble. 

you’re the miracle save, and somewhat become the baby of the hangar. world-renowned pilots you’d only ever studied in class stopped by to give you their condolences, offer their help. you try to remain calm when satoru gojo and kento nanami make an appearance as a duo in your tiny recovery room, calling you brave and bowing to you with a home cooked meal in hand. senior engineers do their best to recover your work from college, assuring you that your injuries and recovery period would be a non-factor in the hiring process—that you were free to start as soon as you felt comfortable. you get the most attention from yuuta, who makes himself a friend, and a critical part of your recovery, essentially firing your physical therapist in favor of fixing you himself. 

everyone makes you feel welcome, but yuuta makes you feel safe. he holds your waist while you re-learn to walk, he sneaks you into the pilot’s lounge while the jaegers have their repairs done—and nods in faux-sympathy as you mourn the presence of your boyfriend, who seems busier than ever these days with nuisance repairs, jokes about how yuuji and megumi seem to be particularly reckless with their jaeger lately—he squeezes your hand when you have headaches and fractured flashbacks of your past that you can’t piece together, he holds you when you cry out of pure frustration of not being able to remember who you are

yuuta’s a real smooth talker, too. always knows exactly how to comfort you while your boyfriend is busy, always talks to the press about you so preciously, always makes you feel like you have a purpose even if you can’t remember your past self—maybe you weren’t meant to remember anything before him and rika, maybe it was meant to be this way. it’s a twisted comfort, but it’s something to cling to, it’s better than crying over memories you no longer have.

everyone notices yuuta’s weird reverse stockholm syndrome lol… the way he hovers over you like he’s your sole protector and savior, the way he demands to be privy to all decisions about your health care, the way he remains close to you with no fear of your boyfriend. nobody says anything, though—yuuta’s a pilot, a good one, and one the few solo pilots in the entire world. he’s precious and vital to humanity, worth a thousand men, worth ten thousand engineers. besides, his friends see something special between you two, especially the co-pilot pairs; satoru and kento, megumi and yuuji, choso and yuki—they know compatibility when they see it, and boyfriend or not, you have something special with yuuta. they all share a common thought: kokichi is fighting a losing battle. and even if he could beat yuuta, he’d never win against rika.

[noxsylvania]

I'm Opening Commissions Once Again!!!!!

Hey y'all! I'm likely gonna be running into work issues real soon and need to get some extra money. If you've been following me a while you've probably heard me talk about not planning on ever doing commissions again, but desperate times and all that.

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[eri-lessthan3]

Right, as my rimworld ice playthrough is nearing it's end (?), I suppose I should introduce the colony!

Behold, the Lanwell! Our humble abode, where we have survived checks the days 463 days, wow!

Let me show you around!

The brightest room we have is the Schneider's throne room, since she is soon to become a countess! And yes, we are so rich that we can afford to keep the braziers constantly lit (this wasn't always the case ;p). This room also functions as a place for people to hang out and listen to music or look at the art collection that is way too big for this small room ;P

Right next to it are the main rooms, from which it all started. The kitchen, which used to be our only room at some point, with a nutrient paste dispenser, fueled entirely by uhhhhh... friendly donors! ^^

We also still have our wind turbines as a secondary power source, though we are mostly reliant on chemfuel generators now! Some of which we stole from ancient vaults, and these guys are very efficient :3

We also have our little storage room right next to it. It is mainly a freezer, buuuut it also stores a bunch of random junk, since this is usually how I end up playing rimworld anyway >.<

Next to the kitchen is the heart of our colony, the hydroponics! This is the only reason why we can live and prosper, as it provides us with food, clothes, medicine, beer, wood, money, and even chemfuel from rice, if we run out of it! Thought this room has seen some destruction before, we obviously need it to always function :3

Our colony grew right from that luscious heart. We have our workshop area, our personal bedrooms (don't mind Dorgo, he is just jealous and he really wants some jade sculptures in his room -.-). Although unfortunately, those two rooms on the left are empty. Rest in Peace, Vulcavein. We also have our research room and a hospital, which is often the target of enemy drops, for some reason >.<

To the right of those rooms, we have completely incorporated this space between our base and the mountains. We have a rec room, which used to be a school, we have our temple to Ithalux, with his sigil painted on the floor. As we are also transhumanist, we have neural superchargers and biosculpter pods, and speaking of that

Say hello to Cambiar! He is currently undergoing age reversal procedures, so he probably can't hear you, actually. Anyways

We have a rather empty, yet surprisingly comfortable prisoners barracks, even though if we ever do get prisoners, they usually don't stay here for long...

And yeah, we also have our small gene-tailoring room from that one time I bothered to go out onto the map for a secret vault, and also bothered to bring this stuff back, but we never used it, and we can't regularly loot vaults either, as it can get to -60 degrees with no problem. Our feeble human bodies must stay inside of the base for most of the time. Speaking of that:

This is the reason we have our mech friends! They help us run our base, defend it, and are our only real way to go outside during the winter without freezing to death. Although we don't really do that anymore, as there is no reason to leave our perfect colony.

Speaking of that, meet Manuel, our first and only android! He is also part of our defences, but he is quite helpful around the base, and he can venture into cold without risking his life that much. In fact, we had to send him on a mission to destroy a mech cluster at some point, and together with our mechs (which uhhh, were hard to control that remotely) he dealt with that easily, definitely nothing went wrong. And he doesn't have to eat, which means that he can caravan forever, I think.

I suppose I could also present these few bedrooms, with Schneider's royal one standing out the most. She has to have one, as we are planning to leave this hostile world and join our new friends in the Broken Imperium. Now that I say it, that name doesn't bring much hope, but it should be fiiiine.

For that, however, we will need to protect a royal for quite some time, and thus we have prepared quite the room for them! You can also see our devilstrand growing zone, as we try to extract the most out of this rocky soil. And uhh, don't look at the top, there is nothing to worry about there ^^'

For you see, we have our small factory over here! Thanks to the VFE - Mechanoids, we can produce steel and plasteel out of basically nothing! This used to produce components instead, hence why the weird layout, but our fabricors can do that on their own. We also have a medicine production facility, though it is currently off. And we have our magic neutroamine generator! Don't question how it works, don't look into that room! Better focus on our neat android workshop, which really didn't need so much random junk there, but I am just figuring stuff out ;P. And yeah, this is why we need the neutroamine!

Yeah, there is nothing more to see of this colony! Just a bunch of monuments and steam power plants, and that is all ;P There is no need to open those doors, they just lead to empty monuments we had to construct for quests and such :3

And that was the tour ^^

Now, the reason I did this is that we will try to leave this planet once the "summer" starts here, and I will try to not save scum too much. I really enjoyed this colony, but I feel like it is time to move on. I have so many other rimworld ideas either way. So yeah, hopefully see you in the stars!

[mollidoodls]

Molli’s Genshin Commissions!!!

Hey y’all! I decided to open up commissions because I so want to raise more funds for future characters/skins in Genshin. (Also if you’re here from one of my non-Genshin fanarts and have no idea what Genshin Impact is, welcome!!!) More info is down below :)

What is Codashop? It’s a website where you can buy in-game currency for your friends without having to log into their account. Codashop is an official partner of Hoyoverse (the company behind Genshin), so all purchases from that site are safe and legit! Also it’s not only restricted to Genshin, but also includes other games like Honkai Star Rail and ZZZ! Basically you pay on the site (with the UID I’ll give you) and the crystals go right into my Genshin account! I will start drawing your commission as soon as I see your receipt as confirmation.

Pricing!

Sketch - Welkin of the Blessing Moon ($5)

Lineart (aka a coloring page!) - $15

Full color without background - $30

Full color with background - $50

What can you draw? I mainly draw fandom characters (not just Genshin), as well as OCs, real people, and ships.

Is there anything you won’t draw? I won’t draw NSFW (I might allow spicy art if you’re at least 18, but nothing too explicit), mech, and just anything that promotes racism, homophobia, etc.

Will you charge extra for more than 1 character? Yes, additional characters will cost an extra Welkin (+$5).

Do all backgrounds cost the $50 top-up? It depends on the background, honestly. I suppose if you want a commission that has a really complicated background, there’s a possibility I might charge the $100 top-up instead.

I can’t afford a commission. What can I do? It really helps to reblog and just spread the word! I appreciate any and all support!!

And I think that’s about it! If y’all have more questions, don’t be afraid to reach out. Thank you for checking out my page! <33

[for-lovely-things]

domicofo commissions | OPEN!

I would be really happy if you would commission me or signal boost this post!💕 Please read the following rules!!!!

What I WILL draw:

Your OC

Canon characters

Real people

Pets (only together with person/character)

NSFW & SFW, nude

Preferable fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077, Winx Club, The Witcher, Dragon Age, but I can draw on every other fandom you’d like ^^

What I WON’T draw:

Mechs, hardcore gore (blood & injuries ok), furries

Inc*st, r*pe & anything else that feels weird (kinks are ok)

Some ships, which make me uncomfortable

NSFW art rules:

price on NSFW drawings from now on is indexed on 10% from full price

nude doesn't count as NSFW, I love drawing naked people

masturbation (1 char) and sex (2 chars) count as NSFW. Kinky stuff too

And some more things you need to know:

Every additional character +75% to the price

+5$ to the price for detailed clothes and tattoos (I won’t charge extra for Kerry’s tattoos, but if any other char has complicated tattoos you:

a) give me their tattoos as flat png images so I can slap them on their body;

b) pay extra for me to draw them by hand

c) don't pay, but I simplify them)

+10$ to the full price for complex background (I won’t do something too complex like complicated perspective, only nature, rooms, blurry townscapes etc.)

The style of fullcolor may vary from lineart+color to color-no lineart (you can request the preferable one)

Line art can have one/two spot colors

I'll send you a sketch of commission if I won't be sure about composition

I can draw you traditional art commission too, if you want it :) It will cost the same as digital one though (i do watercolors and pencils)

I accept payment by Boosty, 50% of the price no refund ahead, the rest 50% after I finish. FOLLOW THIS TUTORIAL ON HOW TO USE BOOSTY or WATCH THIS STEP-BY-STEP VIDEO

Tell me, if I have any deadline to which I should hurry up, but usually commission takes me 2-4 weeks

Price can always be negotiated ;)

NEW! Character sheet

Consists of one character full body, 8 quick sketches of outfits (OR sketches of poses OR sketches of facial exressions)

Can consist of more elements like turns, rendered face and etc, but the more you add the more it will cost

PLEASE let me design you an OC from zero (moodboard or description) I can do that!!!!

If you wanna commission me please DM me here on this blog, write to my e-mail likorzhan@gmail.com or contact me via Discord - Domicofo#0080 . I’ll need descriptions of what you want to see and as many references as you can provide~ Would be perfect if your references would be collected in one Google Drive folder beforehand.

DM me or leave a comment below this post if you still have more questions. You can see more examples of my works by the #my art tag, for more examples of NSFW works stop by at my Twitter

Stay tuned, gonna announce more fun stuff soon ;)

[tersyne]

transformers one thoughts (major spoilers):

art deco got me like

op sneaking around like that was a little wild. he’s usually much too big to sneak. and then the two mechs with t-cogs managed to chase after him so easily really emphasized how much weaker everyone who couldn’t transform was

op did come off as a bit arrogant/self-centered to me, in how he would challenge the system without thinking of the consequences to the people around him (elita getting fired, dumping megs in the race with him) which I don’t think was the intent. but it could’ve been imitating the launch-the-allspark-into-space-and-immediately-regret-it version of op in some of the more recent continuities. It is mirrored a bit in megs as well, like when he fires on the statue without concern for bystanders or on sentinel—they’re both capable of tunnel vision while focusing on their own morals

elita telling op he doesn’t have the touch OR the power. nice little easter egg :)

having cybertron’s environment in a constant state of transformation was wonderful. like this might’ve been my favorite addition to the franchise from this continuity. it added a new danger to the already-dangerous job of being a miner. the train tracks that only exist when there’s a train but also respond in real time to obstacles? whatever the heck was happening on the surface? muah

when the quintesson guards came out at first I was all >:( why do they have legs? but then the actual quintesson came out and it looked SO GOOD AND OMINOUS. it was bigger than sentinel! and the organic curves of the tentacles after all of the blockiness of cybertron felt so alien. really well done. the only thing is I don’t remember it rotating faces at all which I’m a little disappointed in, but maybe in a sequel?

weird to realize they pulled the matrix-disintegration from bayformers, but it just goes to show that every continuity brings something new! I have a feeling that scene was cooler in 3d

alpha trion’s alt mode was AWESOME. go grandpa go!!!

having the future-decepticons as the former high guard made me squint a little bc I would THINK that the group specifically devoted to serving the PRIMES might be inclined to follow a PRIME who bears the MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP, but apparently they’re quite alright with megatron’s vengeance and might makes right philosophies? or is this just the remainder of the high guard? did sentinel kill all the truly loyal ones?

did anyone else get the vibe that starscream was deliberately provoking megatron during their fight? like he wanted to see what he was capable of?

screamer’s voice being like that because of megatron + the recurring injury to bumblebee’s voice also due to megatron in other continuities… I am connecting the dots…

other people have pointed out how this recontextualizes starscream’s attempts to replace megatron as leader if megatron replaced HIM in the first place

sentinel’s convenient recorded confession reminded me that the target audience is children and I should be mindful of that

the fight scenes leaning into the transformations and movement… very nice

there didn’t seem to be any reason for megs to switch his optics to red? this felt like a missed opportunity

ETA: also applies to other continuities but: of course peace is no longer an option when his name is no longer pax

so there’s no longer an energon shortage; sentinel’s dead; everyone has a t-cog; the quintessons are going to be back soon, and NOW you want to start a civil war? bro where is the logic? do you really think anyone’s going to join the decepticons in this continuity? they’ve got a guerilla force at BEST

op: don’t be like sentinel!!

megs: *kills his leader, steals his t-cog for himself, takes on the name of a prime (but not the full name bc megatron is a false prophet too) and leadership role*

op: MY BROTHER IN PRIMUS THE BAR WAS ON THE GROUND

[e1dritchqueer]

All the silly mech media I've consumed so far to prepare for my beam saber game

(Ya'll I have gotten so autistic about mecha it's wild)

Okay for context I'm gonna join a Beam Saber (Narrative based mech ttrpg, it's really fucking cool) game soon and I realized that I don't know anything about mecha stuff so I decided to develop a hyperfixation (and I did!!! Luv me some gundam!!!) Anyways here's all the silly media I've gone through for both fun and research as to what "makes" the mecha genre/what the fantasy of mecha is

Underlined ones (EDIT underlines apparently don't work so I'll be putting italics and !!! next to each one I really really like) are ones I really really like and like if you're gonna play/watch anything I recommend those ones

Mobile Suit Gundam I The original Gundam series!!! Both this and the other ones are compilation films, so like yeah, some pacing stuff feels off.

Mobile Suit Gundam II

!!! Mobile Suit Gundam III !!! This one is real well done, worth going through the other two movies I think. The pacing is real tight, focuses on some fascinating ideas and themes, and yeah, I like this alot. Char and Amuro should kiss (also gahhhh frothing at the mouth at the ideas of mech rivals (and mech rivals kissing))

Titanfall 2 Is Titanfall campaign, is good

!!! War in the Pocket !!! The story about a young boy once fascinated by war and mechs until the terrifying reality of war arrives to his home. Love this one, it's real good and also a real good emotional gutpunch. Like.... yeah, I'm fond of this one

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt: December Sky This is the only one I've seen so far that I DO NOT like. Yeah the animation is good and all but it felt too voyeuristic about war in a way that did not sit well with me.

!!! 08th MS Team !!! Gundam but with Vietnam war aesthetics? Love this one love it alot, the story is real good and the backgrounds are GORGEOUS. Out of all the ones I watched this one hit the nail on the head for thematically what I was looking for. Like, it's about a pilot becoming more and more disillusion by the fact they're a soldier and seeks to escape the war, I really really like it!!!

08th MS Team: Miller's Report This is a compilation film, but a weird one, taking place between episodes six and seven, personally I think you might get some enjoyment from watching it instead of those two episodes (at least episode 8, but I'm not sure, there are some moments that I really liked from the show that were cut) but idk.

08th MS Team: Battle In Three Dimensions Short little animation, lovely :), having watched it I think Michel and Sanders should kiss???

!!! The Witch from Mercury (Watching) !!! GAY ASS MECH MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Love me some mech lesbians. But like seriously this one is real good!!! It starts off in its own universe so really good for newcomers (just need to know that there is a difference between a Gundam and a mech within the fiction of the show) I like it alot, it's high school drama with the backdrop of corporate war and space capitalism and like... it's really well done!!!

Friends at the Table: Counter/Weight (Listening) What if an actual play podcast sat down and discussed critical worldbuilding and themes, that's Friends at the Table and it rules!! This one is a more noir focused game with mechs (the system they use is literally called MechNoir) and it's essentially a group of detectives in space Berlin! Real fond of Austin Walker's stuff and Friends at the Table rule, has really inspired me as to how I can run games and what I can do as a player.

Project Nimbus (Playing) Fast mech game, fun.

!!! Heaven Will be Mine (Playing) !!! This game raises the question of what if mech rivals kissed to 11, they are also lesbians, in space, with heavy themes and symbolism, and beautiful art. I really really like this game, finished it twice, trying to 100% it but it's real good, big big big mega fave

Zeta Gundam (Watching) Sequel series to MSG, not sure how I feel about it yet but tbh I'm enjoying it, genuinely love Kamille and I love how Char is in this

!!! Umurangi Generation (Playing) !!! What if you were a photographer at the end of the world and the way the world ended specifically was Evangellion? That's essentially Umurangi Generation and it's REAL good at that, I am extremely fond of this game

Zone of the Enders: The Second Runner (Playing) Like Project Nimbus but with a better feel and also made by the some of the same people who made Metal Gear Solid and Tokimeki Memorial, fun game also all the mechs are sexy????

Phew anyways thats the stuff and my thoughts on it, mech stuff real fucking cool!!! I'm quite fond of it!!! I have so many blorbos now

[burnwater13]

The Mandalorian observing stormtrooper helmets on spikes as he walks into Mos Eisley. Concept art by John Park. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 5, The Gunslinger. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu had always wondered how the Mandalorian felt when he walked by the stormtrooper helmets that were speared through with pikes and planted along the pathways of Mos Eisley. Was it a warning to anyone wearing armor to beware or was it just a tribute to the people who refused to be governed, even by the Empire? Grogu had no idea and he didn’t really think he should ask. 

He knew very little of his protector/companion at that time. They were just getting used to one another. The bounty hunter was pretty abrupt most of the time and although he spoke with Grogu, those conversations tended to be very one-sided affairs. Apparently Mandalorian education didn’t include all the known languages of the galaxy. Which was a pity because Grogu was pretty fair at a few of those languages, but he really disliked Gal Basic, so they had very little to say to each other in a meaningful way. 

Of course that all changed after that kid the Mandalorian met ended up causing them all sorts of trouble. Toro Calican is what the kid claimed his name was. Silly name really. Grogu bet the kids he grew up with called him Cali-can’t. That’s probably where he got that huge chip on his shoulder from. It’s awful when kids tease you about something you can’t do anything about.

As Grogu understood it, the kid wanted to be a bounty hunter. That seemed pretty silly too. Especially on Tatooine. The people who hid on a planet like this knew what they were doing. They were dangerous and you had to be careful. It seemed pretty clear that Calican didn’t understand that and Grogu supposed that’s why the Mandalorian agreed to ‘mentor’ him. Plus, the pay was adequate, according to the armored human. Grogu could have told him that the young man was up to no good. You could smell it on him. The lying. The greed. The arrogance. The kid reeked of it. It smelled sort of like funnel plants and not in a good way. 

But since he had no way to explain his suspicions to the bounty hunter, the real one that is, he stayed at the ship with Peli Motto and the droids. The two men went off into the desert and Grogu hoped that the Mandalorian didn’t live to regret the trip. Or rather, he wanted the Mandalorian to survive the trip without regrets. Whatever. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to his companion. 

Of course, after the two men left for their adventure, Grogu spent his time with Peli and the droids and he had a lot of fun with them. She fed him. The pit droids played hide and peek with him. The bigger mechs told him stories in binary. It was a slow language to use for story telling but Grogu understood it, so at least he heard some stories to take up the time. Then Peli taught him to play sabacc.

That was pretty funny because when she asked him if he’d ever played sabacc before he shook his head ‘no’ and she rubbed her hands together and cackled with glee wondering out loud how much ‘Mando’ was going to get soaked for or words to that affect. Of course once she brought out the cards Grogu realized that the game she called Sabacc was the game Ian had called, ‘One Two Three’. 

Grogu had loved playing ‘One Two Three’ and after a while Ian had stopped playing the game with him because he had to wash Grogu’s clothes for the entire foreseeable future. They used chores for betting because of course they didn’t have any credits to use and the masters didn’t notice them trading chores as quickly as they had noticed people gaining or losing weight when they had used food as currency.

It was to Grogu’s great disappointment that Peli soon realized that she had rubbed her hands together too soon. Grogu was an expert at sabacc and had won so many dung worms and cups of broth he’d never be hungry again. It was awesome!

Then that kid came back, without Mando. Uh oh. And where was their bounty? Hadn’t gotten that right either. The kid was living down to all of Grogu’s expectations. 

After that things got pretty dire and Grogu didn’t want Peli to be in harm’s way, so he insisted that the kid use him as a hostage and not her. The kid was surprisingly easy to influence, even without speaking Gal Basic. 

‘She is not the human you’re looking for.’

 Grogu was happy to help Peli out. He was looking forward to eating more dung worms and maybe a cup of bone broth or two. 

Then the Mandalorian was back. Grogu didn’t even need to worry about him. He wasn’t going to let some punk kid without armor get the drop on him. Of course it was kind of disappointing that Calican’t didn’t even have a helmet for them to put on a spike as a warning to other bounty hunter wannabes. 

“Buddy, warnings work for people who know their own limitations. He didn’t think he had any limitations and that’s why he’s cold now. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

[howgalling]

Your art makes my bisexual ass just mentally go "WOMENWOMENWOMENWOMENWOMENWOMENWOMENWOMEN"

How do you do it I need to know your secrets 😭😭😭

Also, do you just plan on making the guys into cybergals or do you plan to also make the gals into cybergals? :0

HEHEHEHE thanku!!! I’ve drawn Arcee as a cyber gal already!! I’m not really interested in drawing men akdndjd

my secret…homo. LMAO but for real, when designing I love to bring out characteristics of what I admire/find beautiful in women!!! and I enjoy matching up the characters physiques to their purpose too. Actually I’ll rant.

a lot of the mech designs have good baseline ‘physiques’ under the bulk of armour I like to pick apart and match to the human design. Not always, a lot of them do look the same in overall silhouette- so variety is important, but that’s why a lot of my designs tend to tip towards Rectangular in silhouette. broad shoulders, solid middles, thick arms and hands and legs. Built to survive (and give excellent hugs)💖 PLUS it makes me :^) to draw. they are beautiful 🥰

also, when we are constantly presented with the beauty industry’s facade of ‘perfect’ bodies, people forget that most women just Do Not look like that, and I enjoy making characters that look more- u know… human!! Wrinkles and bellies and muscle and scars- all the good stuff! which i believe is a more interesting contrast with the cyberware I put into/onto their bodies :) metal and synthetic materials against ageing skin, seeing the contrast of sun damaged epidermis against pristine synthetic flesh, it’s fascinating 2 me!! (I’m hoping to explore this type of stuff in more detail soon, but I digress!!!)

Characters like mirage for example who’s presented image has been completely manufactured. before her (not entirely informed) modifications, she was considered by standards to be bland, unremarkable . Her hyper feminine, exaggerated physique is adjacent to commentary of unrealistic expectations. that being said I am also 😳😳😳😳 so hehehe it’s not all ‘insightful’, sometimes I am just gay and it’s fun pushing the limitations u see people boxing themselves into when designing female characters. And i love designing tanks like grimlock without making them derogatory meathead jokes. men get to look all exaggerated and over bulked but when women do it it’s gross? 👎🏼 BOOOO 👎🏼 basically people should go more ham when designing their female designs,, be not afraid

unlock ur mind….💖🫶🏻💖

[cicada-candy]

✨️WELCOME TO THE BLOG✨️

Hi, hello, welcome to hell, hope you enjoy your stay :]

You can call me Cy, Cada, Cicada, Tumblr-user-Cicada-Candy-why-are-you-like-this. I answer to all.

I'm Aroace, Agender, & use any and all pronouns indiscriminately

I'm ✨Irish✨ so my time zone is GMT/BST [UTC+0/+1], I am also an insomniac, and chronically online, and am therefore regularly up & active past 5am so mostly disregard that I guess

This is technically a multi-fandom blog, but like. 90% of my art posts are Ghost Rider and I don't see this changing anytime soon. They Plague My Brain. Be Warned.

(Also in The Mechanisms hell atm so. Yk lmao)

Feel free to use my art as pfps, headers, etc :]

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Occasionally slightly nsfw

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AUs!!!

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#Camp Crossroads - @/fleaearred [GR/PJO crossovers]

#ghost rider magical girls AU -@/moosemonstrous made the rb that started the madness, @/fleaearred put it on my dash, i made it @/wazzappp's and @/rokhal's problem, group project success.

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✨️art examples under the cut because the post is already too long lmao✨️

[pastelpaperplanes]

Not Optimus

The piece you did of Megs and Oppy cuddling in bed gave me ideas. Fluffy, angsty ideas.

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He’d been looking for paper. 

That’s all Optimus wanted. He hadn’t meant to spend the night, but it had been so late and it had been raining outside and Megatron had been doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth. 

Things that he had continued early the next morning. Optimus could feel heat pooling in his stomach at the memory of how Megatron had looked at him as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom, the intensity of his eyes rendering Optimus to putty in his hands. 

Megatron had had a meeting later on that morning, and after much encouragement and bargaining, he slipped out of bed and dressed for the day. Optimus was falling back to sleep as Megatron pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, promising that he would be back as soon as he could. 

When Optimus had woken up again later that day, he remembered that he was supposed to have gone home last night, and he had to work tonight at the club. So he’d made the bed, cleaned up, and borrowed a shirt and shorts to wear on the trip back to his apartment. He wasn’t looking forward to the lecture he’d no doubt get from Ratchet for staying out all night without any word. 

Before he left, he decided to leave a note for Megatron, letting him know that Optimus had to head back to his place to get cleaned up and ready for his shift that night. He’d searched the bedroom and sitting room to no avail. That left Megatron’s office. 

Optimus had only been in Megatron’s office once before. Megatron had left the door open one morning and Optimus had come in with a mug of coffee for him. Optimus felt himself smile at the memory of that morning. Megatron had been grateful for the coffee, looking up at Optimus like he’d been sent from Primus Himself. He’d gathered Optimus up in his lap and kissed him until he couldn’t speak. 

It had been one of the best mornings of his life. 

He tried to find where Megatron kept the paper in his desk. He pulled drawers open to shuffle through. He found plenty of pens and letters, but a quick skim told him they weren’t anything incriminating. He kept looking. It was quickly beginning to get frustrating. Was it really too much to ask for a simple notepad? He pulled open one of the bottom drawers and felt around. AS he reached the back, his fingers brushed against something soft but hard. Frowning, he grabbed the object and pulled it out.

It was a box. It was made of black velvet, and it fit in the palm of Optimus’ hand. Definitely not notepad paper. 

He should put it back. Optimus told himself that he should put it back. It wasn’t what he was looking for. 

But what if it was evidence of some kind, he asked himself. Or at least, that was the excuse he made up to himself to justify his curiosity. He gently opened the box. The inside was cushioned with a creamy gold silk, with the name of a high end jeweler stamped on the inside of the lid. 

And nestled inside was a ring. Its silver shine seemed brighter in the morning light, but Optimus’ eye was immediately drawn to what looked to be an engraving on the inside. Without thinking, he gently plucked the ring out and read it. 

Orion, my darling spark

Optimus’ breath caught. The ring trembled in his fingers and he had to grip it tighter to keep from dropping it. He could feel something spinning white hot inside of his chest, and his eyes began to sting. He knew he was smiling as he held the ring up to read the engraving over and over again. Every time, he felt his smile grow wider and wider, and his vision was blurring with emotion. A weak laugh escaped before he could stop it.

He paused.

Orion, my darling spark.

Orion.

Not Optimus. Orion. This ring was for Orion Pax. That was who Megatron had been holding so close, who he’d been taking to his bed. Orion Pax was the mech that Megatron wanted to marry. Orion Pax was the one that Megatron loved.

Not Optimus.

Optimus wasn’t a simple mech down on his luck who managed to snag a gig as a burlesque. Optimus was a dropout. Optimus was an undercover informant for the Elite Guard. Optimus was… 

Optimus glanced down at himself - at the too-big shirt draped across his frame. At the hickey that was peeking out just under his collarbone. He looked around the office, it finally dawning just whose office this was.

He was in too deep.

Oh Primus, he was in far too deep.

What would Sentinel say if he saw how easily Optimus had fallen for his own facade? Optimus could practically see the smug, condescending grin as it split across the other mech’s face. He’d laugh and tell Optimus that he was pathetic. He’d tell Optimus that he really was an idiot if he actually believed that Megatron would want anything to do with him if he knew who he really was.

And the horrible truth of it was - he was right. 

Optimus was only kidding himself if he thought that this… relationship with Megatron stood even an iota of a chance. What was he supposed to do - marry Megatron to keep up the charade? Stand there while Megatron made vows to a mech who didn’t actually exist? What about when Optimus finally managed to gather enough evidence to put Megatron away for who knew how long? What then?

By the time the tears began to spill down Optimus’ cheeks, they were no longer tears of joy. 

Orion Pax wasn’t real. He never had been. But despite that, Optimus felt bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of him. 

An image flashed in his mind - Megatron, down on one knee, looking up at Optimus as if he held all the stars in the universe in his hands, and opening this box. He would look Optimus in the eye, and with a happy and hopeful voice, ask Orion Pax to marry him.

Optimus fumbled with the ring for a moment as he wedged it back into the box and snapped it shut. He had to force himself to open the drawer and carefully replace the box so that hopefully Megatron wouldn’t notice that it had been touched. 

As soon as the box slipped out of his fingers, Optimus drew his hand back and quickly shut the drawer. He stumbled to his feet in his haste, and cursed as he bumped into a nearby bookcase. The tears were still coming, blurring his vision, but Optimus didn’t care. 

Moving quickly, Optimus walked out of the office and back into the bedroom. He ripped the shirt and shorts off and slipped back into the remnants of the dress he’d been wearing the night before. His breathing was getting ragged, but he didn’t slow down as he ran out of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It took him a moment to find his shoes - a pair of mid-high pumps that Knock Out had insisted he pay for as a ‘welcoming gift’ when Optimus had first started at the club.

When Optimus had started working to get close to a mob boss in an effort to put him in prison. 

His heavy breathing only made the tears come faster, along with an absolutely pathetic sounding whimper. Optimus squeezed his eyes shut in a vain effort to banish the tears. He didn’t bother putting his shoes back on as he grabbed his discarded clutch bag and ran out the door.

Optimus all but flew down the street, a deafening thumping throughout his whole body. 

He didn’t know what exactly he was running from, but maybe - he thought - maybe if he ran fast enough, he wouldn’t have to face what would be coming next.

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do you hear the sound of my heart BREAKING

ahh this fic left me in torment so why not make it hurt that much more w some fan art :’’

GW your work kills me in the best ways THANK YOU

[megadoomingir]

Hello everyone! Yes, look at me! Doin’ a little posty-post here! And it’s a good’n, I promise! ^^

I hope everyone has been able to take some much needed deep breaths as it comes to the end of the month. I decided to share this as we come upon the edge of a new year; I hope he is received pleasantly. Though I have been asked on many occasions as to what he looks like and have seen fan art made for him, I did not take it upon myself to give him a proper face until recently. So, please allow me to offer you all C.Y.L.A.S. for your viewing pleasure~

This is just after his construction. He is battered, torn to pieces, and put back together as best as MECH was able to manage. You can SEE the pieces Airachnid had stolen from her donated. :3 I said ‘donated’. Such a nice gesture... It’s clear to see which parts originated from Airachnid’s frame and which they were able to solder back together on the clone. Though clearly damaged, the early version of C.Y.L.A.S. is still a point of pride for MECH. ... For all of two minutes.

MMM. YES. THE HUMAN BEING WITHIN THE CHASSIS. Or, at least, what’s left. The clone’s frame is small to begin with and I have a LOT more to say about this last remaining part of ‘Silas’.

Firstly, because I know it will be asked: Why does he have less damage to his human body/why is he less gross? Well, in the canon TF:P, the fake Optimus chassis was what fell on him, along with the roof. The fake Starscream chassis was smaller, lighter, and had more large angles to play with that allowed for less ‘overall’ damage. ... Yes. This means MECH may not have, necessarily, probably... most likely... needed to remove his arms and legs. ... They were probably fine. But. Yeah...

This moves onto the next question I know will be asked: Dear LORD, then why did they amputate- Look. Starscream is... he is smol. Small boy. Baby. But he does know ABCs. Which means, of course, that the clone would be just as lithe and narrow. And they took the limbs for spacing. Mostly. The bare minimum of Silas was used for implantation within the clone’s chassis. I should do a post on the Cybertronian frame/protoform that I’ve noticed regarding TF:P. Another rant entirely, really.

Third question, for those who may understand the human body a little bit more: His bruises look like they’ve been healing, why is that? (I did my best on the bruises, I didn’t use references, only personal experience from some of the worst bruises I’ve had in life.) Well, he was better able to care for himself as a Decepticon soldier than a test subject. He was allowed to stay within the clone chassis longer without being experimented on or forced to endure more pain and suffering. The human part of him was granted some time to heal... just not a lot.

His final form. The frame we have now in the story! I’m excitedly pleased with how this turned out! His dark coloration emulates a black widow spider. Look at the red cockpit. Ok. I have a confession. I wanted the cockpit to be red as soon as I started coloring him. I had no idea how ‘black widow spider’ it looked until I finished and then said to myself ‘dang, a spider!’ as I had unconsciously went with what I knew to be familiar in the real world and what translated well artistically. I still love it, even if I only made the correlation afterwards. Sometimes, these things just happen beautifully. :3

I also have a reason for the yellow-gold colors on the heels of his peds and the ends of the spider leg attachments on his back. The eye/optic is trained to follow the brightest, fastest moving thing in moments of extreme alert. The distraction is used in the wilds of our own planet by predators that distract their prey so they can move in closer to complete the kill. The reason for it here is very similar. Anyone fighting C.Y.L.A.S. will have a lot to handle, made doubly more difficult if they find themselves distracted by his brightly colored peds or spider legs. This makes him well adept at ambush attacks and fighting in the dark. And the display can easily catch new opponents unaware of how big and menacing C.Y.L.A.S. truly is.

[theofficersacademy]

                                   TEAM ELECTRIC SHEEP

                                      Forsyth   Lorenz   Hinoka                                Brigid   Soren   Shez (F)   Pelleas                                  Byleth (F)   Severa   Farina   Marth

RISE [August 4th - August 11th]

Tag: #UnscriptedElectricSheep2022

A week passes by—whether time flows differently in the book world from the real world is still anyone’s guess.

Pressured by increased military presence in the area, the looters eventually abandon the practice. The doctor uses the opportunity to reinforce the building’s defenses and take stock of what’s left. Torn between wanting to serve the remaining residents here and fleeing to a safer city, Sasha has suffered greatly from the stresses of societal collapse and is desperate for some kind of order to return. Brigid, Severa, Hinoka, and Sylvain seem to be playing the role of coworkers and volunteers, keeping the practice running whenever someone is in need of medical attention. Sasha is passionate about her work, and yet she can’t shake the feeling that she isn’t supposed to be here. That her role is elsewhere...

Day-in and day-out, Farina, Forsyth, Shez, and Pelleas train in the fundamentals of mech combat under General Raoul. There’s plenty to learn and not a lot of time to learn it: the infected combat units have appeared on the outskirts of the city, posing a serious threat to the remaining residents here. The military will have to make a move soon... perhaps that is why Raoul looks so troubled, staring at images the scouts have taken, searching for something, someone...

Soren, Marth, Byleth, and Lorenz continue to be relied on for archiving the Asimov AIs (whether or not they’re any good at it... remains to be seen). However, during your time here, you overhear whispers of a breakdown in negotiations between the Asimov Museum and the military, something about Generation 3 Schwartz “mechs” and the importance of protecting history...

When the last person leaves the archives for the night, the AIWOU unit pulls itself out of its charging port, roaming the office...

What you know:

A week has passed, giving everyone here a bit of time to adjust to the new world and new rules. The small interactions that happen during this week, but they are framed around

Sasha continues to offer medical assistance to the remaining residents of the city, often bringing along Hinoka, Brigid, Severa, and Sylvain. The “dumb meds” she was constantly talking about earlier are used here, but frequently Sasha mutters about not having her “nanomachines”.... whatever that is.

General Raoul trains Farina, Shez, Forsyth, and Pelleas in the art of mech combat. It’s expected to be a 6-month program, and unless you want to be shot for treason you’re not allowed to leave. The rogue mechs roaming around the outskirts of the city were military combat mechs infected by the virus. Apparently Raoul was there when it happened...

Pia continues to rely on Soren, Marth, Byleth, and Lorenz for their help. This group never sees the AIWOU move on its own accord, and Pia is always the first one to arrive at the office.

The city stirs in preparation for a confrontation. Sasha’s group notices increased military presence. The General’s group finds the base buzzing with activity—he tells you to expect deployment sooner than they wish. At the Museum, you’re scheduled to run through an emergency drill meant to prepare you for “an active shooting event”.

Things to do:

The situation seems to be worsening out of your control... you’d best prepare for what awaits you. Don’t get yourself hurt!

There will be a post on @toa-electricsheep this evening detailing the plot development this week and what you’ll need to know. This post will also be linked to the group channel. During this transitional period, feel free to tie up any loose ends and discuss these events with your allies! The askbox is also open for this blog, so feel free to bother the NPCs or fish for information by sending in asks.

Talk to Mod Bren for additional information.