#sparky polaris

[pinkmeanschaos]

Love...

In real life love hurts a lot and it's easy to want to have nothing to do with it. Thankfully in fiction where happily ever after does exist, we can lose ourselves in fantasy. So here are some of the romantic works I've done. Some happy some more realistic.

[galacticguardianarmada]

Full disclosure, I just wanted to show off their fake anime designs but I wanted to do so funnily and absurdly. So, here we have another instance of Sparky freaking out about, probably nothing tbh. Tiny X-5 cos X-5 is basically an all-purpose doll to me lol.

[help-an-alter]

im..looking for a new name,,,i dont know any thing about myself but i like the eeveelutions, unique names, and Y’s instead of I’s (that last part was /hj)

hi! i tried my best, but definitely send in another ask if these aren’t quite what you’re looking for! i hope these can help :)

names: rainer, pyro, sparky, sakura, tamao, rea, linnea (the eevee naming trick in pokémon go!), cypress, terra, everest, sylas/silas, shiloh/shyloh, remy, avery, ellis, mika, micky, lane, kit, finley, sal, rowan, river/ryver, cove, cedar, fern, banks, sylvan, conan, eclipse, blaer/blair/blayr, polarys/polaris, arrow, ayden, maverick, gaia, sicily, charlie, sawyer, sayler/sailer, zephyr, eevee, luna, cinnamon, cinna, ghost, umbra, wisp, flare, zap, spark, wave, ocean, juno, leafy, snow, snowfall, icy, nyx, nox

[disdancetune]

Now I'm trying to immerse myself again

Gay subculture used Polari, or Parlaree, which I find quite interesting

I keep thinking

If they shut down gender studies

What are people supposed to do?

And does me wanting to move to a hut near the beach have to do with feeling bitter and unaccepted?

Because having focussed on students who are just motivated without ulterior motives and ignoring all others

And thinking back to Harry saying "ich fühl mich super!" After drinking Felix Felicis (In German, of course, for sentimental reasons, since I've been acquainted with the voices from childhood)

I just feel cushioned

I feel

Maybe there is a way to cry off the swordiness

And focus on the gentle sparkiness, the bayou slowness without the stickiness

What do you opine?

[ibrithir-was-here]

I have had no time to properly draw anything thanks to irl stuff so here’s an idea for a Moon Dreamers reboot edited off of the Wikipedia article and with a traced over picture from She Ra 😅

Moon Dreamers

Eons Ago, The Oneiroi, cosmic voyagers, traversed the dimensions in their Cosmoships, by use of their reality bending Cosmic Cubes.

Eventually though, their voyages were halted when they became trapped in the higher dimension of Asteria, after a battle with a lower, dark dimension called Chthon. The Oneiroi were triumphant at last, but with great losses, and they were forced to abandon their great ship, The Star of Stars, which drifted away into the vastness of space. (Unknown to them, it drifted down into Cthon and became the Black Moon Tower).

They found a new home in Asteria, and established the Silver Road, which links their cities, the capital city of which is Luneria, which float over Oceanus, the Cosmic ocean, wherein floats the thoughts, hopes and dreams of the Earth which they refine into Luxium.

The beings called Snoozers collect the stuff that dreams are made of from Oceanus on boats, then its stirred into Phantasia which is then poured into the Dream Machine, where its turned into a Dream Crystal. This is taken to different star depositories. The portals to Earth are activated, and the stars dreamcasts the dream down to the sleeping children via starlight who's good dreams create Luxium, which powers the Oneiroi civilization.

Eventually, those who created the Luxium where called Moondreamers, as Luneria is located where Earth's moon is within the dimension of Asteria, and the Moon glows with its light.

(Each of our main Moondreamer gains a magical amulet of Dream Crystal, that gives them extra powers to protect Asteria. The amulets are ancient Oneiroi artifacts)

Crystal Starr - The protagonist of the series, who leads the Moondreamers and designs the star depositories. Has a Red Star amulet

Whimzee - A Moondreamer who uses her imagination to create dreams for Dreamcasting. Was a personal disciple of Hypnos, and faced Lirazel as a test of her imagination. Blue Teardrop amulet.

Celeste - Princess of Luneria, in charge of opening the portals to Earth for the Stardust to beam through

Galaxia - Celeste's magical space dragon Zodia with feather-like wings.

Sparky Dreamer - A genius MoonDreamer who oversees the great Dream Machine in Luneria. Yellow Diamond amulet.

Dream Gazer - The eldest MoonDreamer, she is considerably older than the other members and is the wisest, the holder of the last known Cosmic Cube, through which she can receive visions, and sometimes warp reality within a set area. She has a star tattooed over her left eye and has a very wistful voice. She is in charge of refining the Phantasia to be put into the Dream Machine.. Purple Heart Amulet

Bucky Buckaroo - A Moondreamer who takes the dream crystals to the stars. His ship is named after his favourite comet, Halley. Green Circle Amulet

Blinky and Bitsy - Two little Moondreamers in training, they are young girls who want to help the Moondreamers, but often get in the way. Blinky is quite outgoing while Bitsy is shown to be very shy. Bitsy has Clear Flower Amulett Blinky Red Flower Amulet

Ursa - A flying polar bear Zodia who is Blinky's companion.

Aurora - A flying lion Zodia who is Bitsy's companion. (Called Roary for short)

There were already beings living in the dimension of Asteria, such as:

The Snoozers

Stardust

Dozer

Stumbles

Hypnos- who lives in a floating castle somewhere in the Ocean of Unconsciousness. He was the first to reach out to the Oneiroi, and taught them how to harness the Phantasia

Lirazel-- Daughter of Hypnos, who lives in a cave beneath his castle, that holds a dimension of illusions

Polaris--The Ruler of the Northern Quadrant

Corona--The Ruler of the Southern Quadrant

Canopus--The Ruler of the Southern Quadrant

Ophiuchus-The Ruler of the Eastern Quadrant

And many majestic creatures called Zodia, such as Ursa the Bear, Aurora the Lion, Galaxia the Dragon and Andromeda the Flying Horse.

Carter -- Another Cosmic traveler, an ancient Cartographer of realities, who lives on a mountain floating in the center of the dimension.

Villains

Queen Scowlene - The primary antagonist of the series who lives in Cthon, the dark dimension, and lives in Castle Insomnia.. She is the mother of Scowlette. She is determined to take over Asteria so that she can corrupt the stars to produce Noxium, the dark energy on which Cthon runs, and so go on to take over other dimensions. She frequently tries to corrupt dreams by replacing dream crystals with nightmare ones, to create more of the black holes from which Asteria can be reached from Cthon, which the Moondreamers try to block.She also possesses a corrupted Dream Crystal amulet which she gained from Black Moon Tower

Princess Scowlette - The daughter of Queen Scowlene, who seems to be about the same age as Whimzee and lives with her mother. She often tries to destroy the Moondreamers in order to impress her mother, though it never works out. Owns a Chameleon ring that can change her form.

Professor Grimace - A mad scientist who helps Queen Scowlene with her plans by inventing machines powered by Noxium and monstrous creatures.

Igon - A three-legged troll-like creature who acts as Professor Grimace's lab assistant.

Sleep Creeps - The minions of Queen Scowlene.

Shiner - A Sleep Creep who wakes children with his flashlight.

Creaky - A Sleep Creep who fills the night with creaks and groans.

Squawker - A Sleep Creep who makes loud noises that keep people awake.

Idea: Bring back Hasbro’s Moon Dreamers, but make it a kick-ass girly space opera that’s a mix of Star Wars, She-Ra and The Power Puff Girls, complete with superhero shenanigans and cool starship battles with obnoxious amounts of glitter and sparkles

[ask-galactic-lion-blog]

Sparky@???: "So is there any chance I could be as bad-ass looking as you when I finally evolve? What's your name anyway and what's with the mask?"

“ Well, you can call me Sirius or Polaris, whicever you like.

The mask? Oh, you mean my face. It’s been that way since after I evolved. I can’t remove the ‘mask’ though. And I don’t think I should try either...

But it makes me wonder, what WOULD I look like without this ‘mask’... “

[ps-evident]

— [ HIMURA TARŌ ]

— [ BASICS ] —

STAGE NAME :: Tarō

BIRTH NAME :: Himura Tarō

BIRTHDAY :: October 16th, 1997

ZODIAC :: Libra

BIRTHPLACE :: Kyoto, Japan

NATIONALITY :: Japanese

HEIGHT :: 182 cm || 6′1"

SEXUALITY :: Bisexual

FACECLAIM :: Kawanishi Takumi J01

RELATIONSHIP STATUS :: Taken

————————————

— [ CAREER ] —

GROUP :: Dipper

LABEL :: Polaris Entertainment

PROFESSION :: Idol - Model

POSITION :: Main Vocal, Sub Rapper, Sub Dancer, FOTG

————————————

— [ PERSONALITY ] —

POSITIVE TRAITS :: Athletic, Friendly, Obedient, Amusing

NEGATIVE TRAITS :: Dreamy, Flirty, Sly, Emotional

————————————

— [ FAMILY ] —

Mother :: Himura Riho

Father :: Himura Eito

Sister :: Himura Yui (older)

————————————

— [ TRIVIA ] —

- Family dog named Treasure (German Shepherd) and Sparky (Dachshund)

- His family is actually quite rich

- Parents planned a marriage for him but he heavily refused and ran away to follow his dreams when he was 18

- His parents have been trying to contact him ever since he became an idol

- He also believes in soulmate stuff

- He’s pretty much a yes-man to a degree

[snini-9]

Since 1998, 73 orcas have gone missing or have died:

L84 (Nyssa) Male born 1990 to L51, declared missing August 6, 2019 (age 29)

K25 (Scoter) Male born 1991 to K13, declared missing August 6, 2019 (age 28)

J17 (Princess Angeline) Female born 1977 to J5, her second calf, declared missing August 6, 2019 (age 42)

J50 (Scarlet) Female born December, 2014 to J16 (Slick), her fourth calf, declared missing Sept 13, 2018 (age 3)

L92 (Crewser) Male born 1995 to L60 (Rascal)(who washed up on outer WA coast May 2002 at age 30), declared missing June, 2018 (age 23)

J52 (Sonic) Male born late March, 2015 to J36 (Alki), declared missing Sept. 2017 (age 2)

K13 (Skagit) Female born est. 1972  to K11 (Georgia), missing Winter, 2017 (age 45)

J2 (Granny) Female born approx. 1911, declared missing Jan. 2017 (age est. 105)

J34 (Doublestuf), Male born to J22 (Oreo), her first calf, born 1998, found deceased Dec. 20, 2016 (age 18)

J54 (Dipper) Male born to J28 (Polaris) in December, 2015, her second calf, missing Oct. 2016 (age 10 months)

J28 (Polaris) Female born to J17 (Princess Angeline) in 1993, her first calf, missing Oct. 2016 (age 23)

J14 (Samish) Female born 1974 to J12, missing August, 2016 (age 42)

L95 (Nigel) Male born 1996 to L43 (Jellyroll), found deceased March 30, 2016 (age 20)

J55 unk., born Jan., 2016 to either J14, J37 or J40, missing January 19, 2016 (newborn)

L27 (Ophelia) Female born 1965 (est.), mother unk., missing Summer, 2015 (age est. 50)

J32 (Rhapsody) Female born to J20, 1996; found deceased with fetus Dec. 4, 2014 (age 18)

L120 unk., born to L86, (Surprise!), her second calf, early Sept., 2014, missing Oct. 17, 2014 (age 1 mo.)

L53 (Lulu) Female born 1977 to L7 (Canuck), missing Summer, 2014 (age 37)

L100 (Indigo) Male born 2001 to L54 (Ino), missing Summer, 2014 (age 13)

J8 (Speiden) Female born est. 1933 to ?, missing Fall, 2013 (age est. 80)

L79 (Skana) Male born 1979 to L22 (Spirit), missing Summer, 2013 (age 34)

L26 (Baba) Female born est. 1956 to ?, missing Spring, 2013 (age est. 57)

L2 (Grace) Female born est. 1960 to ?, missing Fall, 2012 (age est. 52)

L78 (Gaia) Male born 1989 to L2 (Grace), missing Summer, 2012 (age 23)

K40 (Raggedy) Female born est. 1963 to suspected K18 (Kiska), missing Spring, 2012 (age est. 49)

L5 (Tanya) Female born est. 1964 to L9 (Hopi)?, missing Spring, 2012 (age est. 48)

L12 (Alexis) Female born est. 1933 to ?, missing Spring, 2012 (age est. 79)

J30 (Riptide) Male born to to J14 (Samish), missing 2012 (age 16)

L112 (Victoria/Sooke) Female born to L86, Feb. 2009; found deceased Feb. 11, 2012 on shoreline of Long Beach, WA (age 3)

J48 unk., born Dec. 2011 to J16 Slick her fifth calf, missing Jan. 2012 (age 1 month)

J1 male (Ruffles) born est. 1951, missing Nov. 2010 (age est. 59)

L7 (Canuck) Female born +/- 1961; missing Sept. 2010 (age est. 49)

J33 (Keet) Male born 1996 to J16 (Slick), missing August 2010 (age 14)

K11 (Georgia) Female born est. 1933; missing June 2010 (age est. 77)

L114 unk., born to L77 (Matia) her second calf, missing June 2010, (age 4 months)

L73 (Flash) Male born 1986 to L5 (Tanya), missing May 2010 (age 24)

L74 (Saanich) Male born 1986 to L3 (Oreana), missing late 2009/early 2010 (age 23)

L57 (Faith) Male born 1977 to L45 (Asterix), missing Nov. 2008 (age 31)

L67 (Splash) Female born 1985 to L2 (Grace), missing Sept. 2008 (age 23)

L111 Female born to L47 (Marina) her fifth calf Aug. 12, 2008, missing late Aug. 2008 (age <1 mo)

J11 (Blossom) Female born +/- 1972 est. to J4 missing July 2008 (age est. 36)

L21 (Ankh) Female born +/- 1950; missing summer 2008 (age est. 58)

L101 (Aurora) Male born 2002 to L67 (Splash), her fourth calf; missing summer 2008 (age 6)

K7 (Lummi) Female born +/- 1910, missing spring, 2008. (age est. 98)

J43 unk., born to J14 (Samish), her fifth calf, in 11/07; missing April 2008 (age 5 months)

L104 unk., born Oct. 2004 to L43 (Jelly Roll) her third calf, missing June 2007 (age 2)

K41 unk., born Nov. 2006 to K22 (Sekiu), her second calf, missing Dec. 2006 (age 4 months)

K39 unk., born Sept. 2006 to K28 (Raven) her first calf, missing Oct. 21, 2006 (age 4 months)

K28 (Raven) Female born to K12 (Sequim), last seen Sept. 19, 2006 (age 12)

L43 (Jellyroll) Female born ca. 1972 to L37 (Kimo), last seen Sept. 2, 2006, (age est. 34)

L71 (Hugo) Male born to L26 (Baba), missing summer 2006 (age 20)

L98 (Luna) Male born 1999 to L67 (Splash) died, March 10, 2006 in Nootka Sound, BC after being separated from pod at 18 months old (age 7)

K31 (Tatoosh) Male born 1999 to K12 (Sequim) her third calf, missing Oct. 2006 (age 7)

L32 (Olympia) Female born est. 1955, missing summer 2005 (age est. 50)

L107 unk., born to L47 (Marina) June, 2005, her fifth calf, missing summer 2005 (infant)

K18 (Kiska) Female born +/-1948, missing December, 2003 (age est. 55)

L58 (Sparky) born 1980 to L5 (Tanya), missing June 2003 (age 23)

L3 (Oreana) Female born +/-1950 to L9 (Hopi)?, missing 2002 (age est. 53)

L102 unk. born to L47 (Marina), her fourth calf, missing Dec. 3, 2002 (age 1 month)

L60 (Rascal) Female born 1972 to L26 (Baba), washed up on outer WA coast May 2002 (age 30)

K32 born 2000 to K16 (Opus), last seen 2001 (infant)

L99 unk. born 2000, to L47 (Marina), last seen 2001 (infant)

L62 (Cetus) Male born 1980 to L27 (Ophelia), last seen 2000 (age 20)

L39 (Orcan) Male, born 1975 to L2 (Grace), last seen 2000 (age 25)

L11 (Squirty) Female born 1957 to L12 (Alexis), last seen 2000 (age 43)

L1 (Oskar) Male born est. 1959 to L35 (Victoria), last seen 2000 (age est. 41)

J18 (Everett) Male born 1977 to J10 (Tahoma), found deceased at Tsawassen, Canada March 2000 (age 23)

J10 (Tahoma) Female born est. 1962 tp J9 (Neah), last seen 1999 (age est. 37)

K4 (Morgan) Female born est. 1933, last seen 1999 (age est. 66)

L97 unk. born 1999 to L51 (Nootka), died Oct. 1999 (infant)

L51 (Nootka) Female born 1973 to L3 (Oriana), found deceased at Race Rocks, Canada in Sept 1999 (age 26)

J11's calf, unk. born to J11 (Blossom) 1998, died Dec. 1998 (infant)

L93 (Nerka) Female born 1995 to L27 (Ophelia), last seen 1998 (age 3)

L38 (Dylan) Male born est. 1965 to L28 (Misky), last seen 1998 (age est. 33)

L44 (Leo) Male born 1974 to L32 (Olympia), last seen 1998 (age 24)

K3 (Sounder) Female born est. 1954 to K8 (Tumwater), last seen 1998 (age est. 44)

J20 (Ewok) Female born 1981 to J10 (Tahoma), last seen 1998 (age 17)

[candyskiez]

"Rose had wanted to die for him. Greg had let her. Everyone had just let her.

You had let her."

I need to keep writing this but. Ehhh. It's fighting me. So hard. This fic is dragging it's heels and calling me a bitch.

For tags

@klm-zoflorr @zyrafowe-sny @kairos-polaris @sparky-is-spiders and anyone else. No pressure and all that shit.

Last Line Game

tagged by @gallus-rising! Share the last few lines written for the last WIP you worked on. tagging: ohhh fuck this is so scary. uh. @candyskiez. and um. anyone else who wants to ? i’m sorry im very bad at tagging people.

ANYWAYS!!

Untitled Shou Explosion Fic

Shou walks up to the door and tugs at the handle experimentally. When his mom tried to come in, it would barely move, but now it’s way too easy to swing open. He must’ve jammed those hinges up real good earlier- and a quick examination reveals that yep, he really did. Jeez, that’s gonna be a pain in the ass to fix.

every time i work on this fic the project grows larger and larger. all i wanted to do was Blow That Boy Up and probably also process a lot of the stress i was dealing with at school. and now it’s a whole Thing (said with both trepidation and glee)

[amemixfan]

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” for Zhora/Polaris and SP MC

I lost track of the Promise crew as soon as the bass hit. The club’s strobing lights and beat pulses make it impossible to clear my head. Swarms of people all around me press against me from all sides. It is only the liquor glass in my hand that grounds me. Jaxon had insisted on coming here, said space chats praised this club, but this kind of thing is not my scene. I move past an alien moving in fluid motions to the beat and manage to find a small area in the club where the music isn’t harsh against my ears. A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I slip into the small area. Tucked to one corner, there is a seating lounge. Patrons laze on couches away from the swaying and pulsing of the dance floor. Away from the chaos and action of the crowd, I feel more at ease. I slip into an empty seat near an aquarium and watch the space fish swim about. My mind feels tired with the overload of being in a crowded place and I wish I had found Orion and Atlas. If anyone in the crew is feeling as out of place as I am, it’ll be them. The lounge area is quiet enough where I can distinguish nearby conversations. Space colonists talk about tv shows and the music selection in the area. Their chatter fades into the back of my mind as I try to burn the minutes before the Promise is ready to leave. I swirl my liquor glass around until the ice clacks against the sides. I am utterly bored and am wishing I had brought something to do with myself. Eventually, I close my eyes and lean back in my seat. Perhaps I can take a nap until my tablet pings with a message from the crew. I settle into a comfortable pose to fade from consciousness-But a nearby voice alerts me. Somewhere on the other side of the aquarium is a voice I recognize. I can’t truly see who the owner of the voice is, but I would recognize it anywhere. “…the kick isn’t that strong and it is capable of firing a few rounds per minute. It’s not a strong weapon by any means but it is enough to give you peace of mind.”My breath hitches and I angle my body towards the aquarium where a gap in the fishes gives me enough space to see a woman’s back. Her form is lounging against a couch and a tablet is propped on her knee. She is sliding her finger across a diagram of a weapon and talking to a presumable client as they examine a metal box. Zhora.My body tenses as I recognize her. The arm’s dealer under the name of Polaris had not been friendly in our first few encounters. The Promise crew had shut down her illegal weapons business, but it seems like she had continued it anyway. I press myself as much as possible to the aquarium to watch the exchange. It goes by quickly from there. Credits are exchanged with pings and the metal briefcase is slid across the floor with one of Zhora’s legs. The client, a young woman wearing civilian clothing, thanks her profusely and slips the metal briefcase under her coat. She asks a few more questions, mainly on how to load and clean the weapon, before breezing past. She comes around the bend to where I am and I have to look away and pretend to be answering a message on my tablet. As soon as she’s gone, I bite my lip and turn back around. I am met with surprise. Zhora has stood from her seat and our eyes meet through the aquarium. Her mouth is quirked in an amused smirk and she raises her own drink against her lips. I freeze in place and wonder if I have enough time to duck out of view before she comes around the bend and slides into the seat opposite of me. “Well, hello, stranger. Long time no see,” Zhora greets. She crosses her legs at the knee and gives me an amused look. I tense and sink lower into my seat. “Zhora. You’re still selling.”She doesn’t try to hide her tablet still open to her online catalogue. The Promise had made her a deal and she had broken it. How many more weapons had she sold since we agreed to go our separate ways?“And I see you’re still running around with space pirates,” she calmly replies. With one hand, she closes her tablet hiding her website from view. A muscle on my cheek jumps. We had a deal. I say as much to her and clench my hand into a fist against the glass. Her weapon’s selling has put many people in danger. Now she has gone against her word and put more people at risk for her own ambition. Zhora clinks her glass around and uses her straw to move around some ice. She takes her sweet time answering me and I feel even more annoyed. “I never closed my business, but Polaris is gone. That was our deal. I don’t sell major weapons now,” she replies. My lips press together. I reach out to type a message out to the crew to warn them, but she speaks before I even have a chance to open the tab. “Relax, little star. The deal was I didn’t sell any major guns anymore, right? I’m not. I’m selling standard issue weapons. You have one yourself,” she nods at my hip. Sparky, my gun, rests against my jacket. Nova had suggested us bringing weapons since we were supposed to collect a bounty later. I move my jacket so that it is covered. “I’m a bounty hunter,” I argue. Zhora waves her hand and her mouth rises in another smirk. “And I’m a weapon’s dealer.”Silence ensues in which I tense. She looks like a pleased cat while I feel like a trapped canary. She reaches one leg out to me and gives me a light bump with it. I try to ignore the sparks I feel where our skin connects. Meeting her always has an effect on me. “What was that deal then? Selling weapons to people who don’t know how to use them,” I nod at the old chair she had occupied. Zhora examines her nails. I realize they are cut short and try to keep my mind on more innocent things and not on the fact that her very presence is electric. I am aware of every breath she takes and move she makes. When we had met, she had flirted shamelessly. Now, I have seemingly let that go to my head. An attraction has developed between us and I am intent on not acting on it. “My clients are people that need protection. That woman just escaped a nasty relationship with an Empire soldier. She needs something to give her a little more confidence. Is that so bad?” Zhora angles her head. I clench my jaw and look away. She knows that’s now what I mean. She knows just how to skew my thoughts. My tablet pings with a message and Orion is giving us a countdown of half an hour before we leave. I can’t tell whether I’m relieved to have our visit cut so soon or disappointed. For my sake, it better be the latter. “I shouldn’t be here with you,” I comment coldly. I really shouldn’t. Zhora isn’t exactly friends with my crew. Being seen together could really land me in hot water. Zhora flips her hair, dark blue and green waves falling across her shoulder, and blinks at me. She inches closer just until her knee is pressed against mine. Every action she makes seems deliberate. I don’t miss the edge of something in her gaze. “You shouldn’t,” she concedes. Her lips are still quirked in that smirk of hers. She knows she has an effect and she enjoys it. I glance back at the tablet. It is so tempting to text Orion back and tattle. He deserves to know that she has gone back on her word. I should tell him. Zhora pulls my glass from my grasp. She nods at the bar at the very back of the club. “How about I get you a drink?”“I really shouldn’t,” I bite my lip. Spending more time with Zhora is a mistake. The air between us is charged with something fiery and I am slowly opening up to her. Zhora winks at me, “It’s lonely here without you.”I know she is flirting and her words aren’t worth the credits the arm’s deal gave her, but I still flush. Perhaps it is because she has brushed past me. Her hips sway from side to side and I know she is doing it on purpose. She wants me to lose my mind. Unfortunately, it’s working. I feel tingles of electricity under my skin and my mood begins to lift. The liquor on my tongue is chipping away at the irritation I felt before. My eyes drink the sight of her and I really like what I see. “Why?” I ask it because I need an answer. Why flirt with me? Why mess with my head? Zhora walks past me headed towards the bar. She glances back and our eyes meet. Her eyes are still burning with something dangerous. She knows hanging out with her is forbidden in my crew’s code. She knows the crew won’t be happy if they see us together. She knows she’s risking them finding out she’s still selling. Yet she doesn’t care. Her smile widens into something more alluring. She looks like a vision as she walks away from me. The strobe lights are illuminating her form and she walks like a powerful goddess descended. “Why not?” She answers back. She disappears around the dance floor still on her hunt for alcohol. I bite my lip and glance at the tablet. The message box is still open. I could still text Orion and tell him…But I close the tablet instead. A few minutes with Zhora won’t hurt. What the crew doesn’t know won’t kill them. I rest back against my chair and await for her return. A blush paints my cheeks and there are pulses of electricity under my skin. Things are more exciting when we’re together So why not?

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

                                 what’s this ?? a bias list ????

so i said i’d do this at 100. i said i’d do this at 200. and now, here i am, finally doing it at 260+ and climbing. like....... me? wow, i’m actually really flattered. when i first picked up rodimus as a muse, i didn’t know what i was getting into. i knew the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky side of rodimus and that’s what i delved into; it was how i portrayed roddy as. now here i am, with a fully developed understanding of roddy, with all these connections he has, all these crack ships i keep seeming to find myself in...

now i’m notoriously bad for rambling on about people so i tend to shove things under a read more. but before i do, lemme just take the moment to say thank you. each and every one of you, for following me and enjoying my interpretation of rodimus. now, without further ado, onto the sappiest part of my bias list!

★  »»  ❛   THANKS FOR TRAVELLING WITH ME.   ❜    ━━━    close friends.

@swordbearing  ;;  dork level over 9000 !!

CADEN. god caden where do i start ?? this is FINALLY the moment where i can call you out in the good way about how wonderful you are and how you’ve been such a great friend but woRDS ARE NOT FORMULATING. okay let’s see... well, you’re really an awesome friend. you’ve been there for me more times than i can count and i honestly feel great when i chat to you?? like, we’ve got such an awesome bond happening here despite there being an entire ocean kinda separating us. and i love discussing all the concepts for drift and roddy ?? the amount of pain we put them both through is astounding but hey it all works out because they’re gonna be super close and supportive of each other in the end. and honestly i can’t wait to flesh out their relationship more for our blogs. but yes, a summary (because this is already a gigantic paragraph of bleh): i love you and i really hope we keep in contact in the future too !!

@defectiicon  ;;  a true nerd.

kelpy oh my god. i have so much i could talk about in this but just like with caden, i can’t think of the words and i’m gonna fall short on how much i appreciate you as a friend ?? like. wow when you wanted to ship with me with sparky i was so ready to find some way to get it to work, even when sparky is a decepticon and roddy is an autobot through and through. and now we have this ship that is just wonderful and i love it so much ?? and also !! you’re such a chill friend and it’s wonderful chatting with you on discord, especially when we’re just making idle conversation, or discussing aus, or just talking about roddy and sparky in general. it’s so good and i love it and i hope that we won’t lose connection because it’s already been such an awesome time chatting with you and i don’t wanna lose that connection !! to think that we were like... afraid of each other at some point is hilarious. i mean, look at us now. we’re absolute dorks.

@twopieced / @floodspawn  ;;  crack ship buddy !!

KARA MY DUDE IDEK WHERE TO START. how did we even end up with the ship between ambi and roddy ?? how did we end up giving them a sparkling that is one of the most adorable sparklings i have ever seen in my life ??? i dunno, but i’m honestly so glad this is a thing that ended up happening. and honestly kara, i absolutely adore chatting to you on discord !! you’re an absolute delight to chat with and it’s even better because i don’t have to stay up until ungodly hours to chat with you lmao. the wonders of living in a closer timezone, am i right? but really, i hope we chat more often and we talk more about... well, anything !! i’m fine with anything ;w;

@floutingphysics / @paniicea  ;;  the one that appreciates my weird accent.

what’s up kenzie i hope you don’t mind me rambling about how i love both your brainstorm and first aid because honestly i love your portrayal for the both of them !! you characterize first aid and brainstorm so wonderfully, especially first aid ?? like. wow. i love him so much and it’s always a joy to see medic family shenanigans on the dash between you, kara and tori. it’s so wonderful to watch. and i love chatting to you !! i know i’ve been a little lacking in response but that’s because i’ve been focusing on school (or, trying to) and it’s a busy last few weeks coming up. but hey, school holidays start on the 15th december for me !! so then i can totally keep in contact better this way. and i hope we can discuss more roddy and first aid shenanigans. :D

@rustedservos  ;;  former medic buddy, currently shenanigan buddy.

i loved interacting with you over on k/o, and that definitely didn’t change when i put in all my efforts with rodimus and not my poor cherry son who is going... neglected at the moment. i love seeing your ratchet on the dash and it’s always wonderful to see interactions with other people roddy knows ?? and roddy always wants to poke at the grumpy old mech and i’ve been meaning to but WOW i’ve been lacking in poking interactions lately. it kinda makes me sad lmao. but yes, i’d also love to chat with you more ?? and i’d love to develop this weird kinda uncle-nephew relationship between these two, that’d be so awesome. ;;w;; don’t be afraid to drop into my discord and poke at me !! if i’m not asleep, i’ll be sure to reply as soon as i can !!

★  »»  ❛   TIL ALL ARE ONE.   ❜    ━━━    comrades  /  people i admire.

this is a list of people that i talk to occasionally, or not at all and have just interacted, OR i admire them from a distance and cry on the inside. yes, hello, i love each and every one of you and thank you for being awesome and being you.

@toropyga  ||  @valorsparked  ||  @iatrics  ||  @tertiaxdecima  ||  @imburninrubber  ||  @htchet  ||  @thedominantambus  ||  @martyrix  ||  @sometimes-peace  ||  @goldcased  ||  @aestui  ||  @littlearchivist  ||  @sixmillionyears  ||  @cherriiko  ||  @morethanparanoia  ||  @polaris-borealis  ||  @decepticoncoward  ||  @yourxguardian  ||  @bmblbot  ||  @forgedcold  ||  @nokusou  ||  @noblestdecepticon  ||  @mnestics  ||  @rustyhealer  ||  @lord-megatron  ||  @elitaxne  ||  @oneshallstand  ||  @screechingtires  ||  @sparkofcombination  ||  @purplexcanon  ||  @unsurpent  ||  @heightfeared  ||  @starsarescreamiing  ||  @drunkenforcefields

once again, thank you for 260+ followers !! til the next milestone !!

[pinkmeanschaos]

I'm still mad Atomic Betty wasn't in Fusionfall cos imagine Sparky and Numbuh 2 in the same universe.

[bubblybumblebee1]

I love her galactic skirt

Full disclosure, I just wanted to show off their fake anime designs but I wanted to do so funnily and absurdly. So, here we have another instance of Sparky freaking out about, probably nothing tbh. Tiny X-5 cos X-5 is basically an all-purpose doll to me lol.

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Split in Two.

An Atomic Betty Fanfic I've been writing for the sake of practicing my writing at work when I have no WiFi. I'll probably add to it whenever I can. It serves no real purpose. It serves as an introduction to my two OC's Trix Polaris and Xeron Praxis.

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The ship's autopilot made its miserable way through the clear void of Gamax. The planets and moons added a respite of color amongst the blackness of space. Betty sat back in her chair, her hand resting on her cheek, propped up on an elbow. The only sound besides the beeping of the radar, were the quiet sounds of weeping from the pilot seat. Betty had given up trying to console her lieutenant. What could she say? She'd never lost a sibling before. X-5 had powered himself down, insisting he needed to install new updates. Betty knew that was a lie. He just wanted to escape the misery on board the starcruiser. 

With a sigh, Betty lowered her chair and made her way over to the cockpit yet again. She placed a hand on her lieutenant's shoulder, trying to offer him some sort of comfort.

“Sparky?”

The teenage Martian boy did not respond. Too deep in his own misery. Though he did lean into the touch, craving affection. Betty felt a surge of guilt. She'd left him alone when he wanted her company. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, despite the position they were in. Finally, he spoke. His voice, gravelly and hoarse.

“She's gone…”

“I'm sorry…” 

“She's gone and it's all my fault.” 

“No it isn't.”

“Then who's fault is it?!” Sparky’s head jerked upwards, tears streaked his face, his moon white eyes bloodshot and blue. “I'm her brother! I should have been there to protect her! I failed my sister! I disobeyed your orders, the perps got away and I lost my sister!” Fresh tears filled his eyes and he buried his face in Betty's shoulder. She hugged him tightly, his body shaking and shuddering with every strangled sob.

“We'll find her.” She ran her fingers through his messy blue hair. They'd long removed their helmets in the confines of the ship. 

“She's dead…” He managed to choke out between tears. “I killed my own sister…she's dead…”

Betty awoke on one of the bunk room beds. She didn't remember just how she'd got there but she felt a warm weight pressed against her. Sparky was asleep beside her, one arm wrapped around her and the other clutching his raygun. Even in his distressed state, he'd tried to keep her safe. A blush tinged her cheeks pink. She had slept the night in bed with a boy. Alien or not, that wasn't something her mother would approve of. She had to admit though, it felt nice, being close and warm with someone else. She wondered how long they'd been asleep. Given X-5 was still whirring away at his upgrade station, probably not very long. The pale blue glow washed over them both, making their skin look cold and washed out. It cast unflattering shadows on Sparky's face. Ugly bluish streaks were visible on his cheeks and his freckles stood out like dappled spots against his pallid green skin. She'd never seen him so run down. Betty had seen Sparky cry before but he usually managed to get over it. Given how his shoulders still gently shook, she knew it was far from over. 

We need to get back to HQ.

That much was certain. More importantly, Betty needed to get back home. She didn't know how long she had been drifting in the void of space. Her face was probably stuck up all over town.

Missing! Betty Barrett. Aged thirteen. Last seen at hockey practice at Moosejaw Junior High. Please notify police with any information!

Not that they'd ever find her. Not unless the Mosejaw PD could commandeer a space cruiser with hyperdrive. She groaned and lay back on the pillows, trying not to think about it all. The boy beside her stirred, moving closer to her but didn't wake up. She wrapped her arm around him, absent-mindedly trailing her fingers up and down his arm. Suddenly, the blue light switched off, leaving the bunk room in darkness and the whirring of a robot returning to life filled the silence. Sparky opened his eyes, irritated by the sound.

“Shut up…” He muttered, pulling a pillow over his head. 

“Sleep well?” Betty asked before she could stop herself and Sparky pulled away in shock.

“Oh…it's you, Chief…” 

“Yeah…we must have fallen asleep..” Betty didn't want to bring up the events that had led them to sharing a bed. 

“Ugh…my head is killing me…I feel hungover…” Sparky clutched at the offending appendage.

She couldn't blame him. She said nothing about it.

Finally returning to earth, Betty was relieved to find her picture not lining every street. What she found instead was an uproar at HQ. In the midst of the commotion, a short, stocky old lady with gray hair was in the middle of a hushed conversation with a Martian woman. She was lovely enough to turn the heads of a few earth astronauts if they ever crossed her path, but her usually immaculate make up was disheveled and her blonde hair tossed into a rough ponytail. Sparky rushed over to her the moment he saw her and flung his arms around her.

“Trix is gone!” He wailed as his mother embraced him. Her face, a mixture of relief and horror.

“Is that true?” The elderly woman approached Betty. 

“Yes…grandma. It's not…it's not Sparky's fault! No matter what he says. It was-” Betty insisted. Beatrixo sighed.

“I know, sweetie. We heard everything. Those no good bastards…” Beatrixo excused herself but Zulia shook her head.

“That word is too good for them. Attacking my babies and making off with my daughter…I have the right mind…”

“Your blood money days are over.” Beatrixo eyed Zulia sternly. 

“I'm barely forty, I can handle one more mission, Bea. Watch me.”

“Blood money?” Betty looked at Sparky's mother in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“She was an assassin.” Beatrixo gave a proud smile. “Back when she was your age, matter of fact. Taught her children everything they know.”

“You flatter me.” Zulia shifted her attention to her sobbing son. Betty couldn't believe it. As far as she knew, Zulia had always been a wonderful mother of twins who did her best to bring her children up right.  Betty had never imagined her as a hired gun. It would explain Sparky's means of dispatching enemies though. He always went right for the throat. At least when it came to robots.

An hour later, the four of them plus X-5 were seated in Admiral DeGill’s office, facing his desk. There was an unshakable silence all around. A failed mission and a guardian lost to an intergalactic crime ring. Things couldn't possibly get worse. X-5 had not spoken since his updates. It would take a while for his voice banks to reorder themselves. Betty wondered if he had planned that too. To avoid having to give testimony on Trix's disappearance. DeGill slid a manilla folder across the desk. On the front was a photo of a sullen Martian girl. She resembled Sparky down to each freckle. The only difference being her longer hair, heavy eyeliner and a liberal amount of  blue chapstick. Sparky lifted the folder with shaky hands. His sister's file.

Bellatrix Polaris

Age: 13

Rank: Calvary pilot

Ship: The Blackbird 

Place of birth: City of Ares, Republic of Neutropia, Mars, Milky Way Galaxy.

Known family members include:

Zulia Polaris (Mother)

Unknown Father

Lt Sirius Polaris (Twin brother)

Status: Missing in Action.

Sparky frowned at the page and looked up at DeGill, who regarded him with his large goldfish eyes. They were almost unsettling.

“Missing in action? She's dead!” Sparky clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from breaking down again and tried to steady himself. When he spoke again it was in a low, shaky tone. “I saw them grab her. I wasn't fast enough. She pushed me away…” Betty placed her hand on his shoulder as he tried to compose himself. “She's as good as dead…” He sniffed. “She's not coming back.”

“I wouldn't be so sure…” Zulia had lifted the folder off the desk and was scanning through the words on the page. “There's another discrepancy here, Admiral.”

 Betty clutched the fur overcoat of her disguise closer as the Bitter wind of Blackwater City cut into her, whipping her curled red hair around he face. The whole place reminded her of the photos she had seen of New York City in the nineteen forties. All glitz and Jaz and putridly cold weather. She rubbed her hands together, the outfit she'd been given leaned more to the side of glamour than warmth. The sky of Carcosus had faded to a deep blue and a few stars speckled across among the twin moons. Twins…just like Sparky and Trix. She cast a glance at her Lieutenant. He was dressed in an ash gray suit, a fedora perked on his slicked back hair. He was attempting to flip a coin to better fit into the archetype he was playing but his heart wasn't in it. Noah, dressed similarly to a newsie of old, was standing on her other side. Since X-5 was not ready yet, he had taken his place as their third. Betty had the feeling X-5 wanted to stay back in the nice peaceful lab instead of walking the crime riddled streets of Blackwater. Betty checked her bracelet’s watch. Their contacts would be arriving any minute and when they did, well, she knew what kind of characters they were dealing with.

The sound of an engine drew her attention and a sleek black space cruiser drew up beside her. One of the black tinted windows rolled down and a purple Neptunian peered out from beneath the rim of a lowered fedora. 

“Yous the contact?” He looked with disbelief at the three young teens standing on the side of the rad, shivering in the salty air. 

“I am.” Betty crossed her arms, hoping it made her look imposing but mostly to keep the chill out.

“How do we knows we can trust you?” Betty saw the alien’s hand reach for his piece. Before she could aim her bracelet, Sparky leapt in front of her. 

“We're here, we're unarmed and you're planning to pull a gun on us? What kind of honour code you running here?” He growled. 

“It's okay, Louie, just show him the cash.” Betty said, calmly. Sparky muttered something obscene under his breath and lifted the suitcase handcuffed to his wrist. Noah scurried forward and opened it.

“There you go, ten thousand intergalactic bareabonds for your assistance.”

“Yeah…you're good to go…get in.” The alien grumbled. “Can't believe they sent friggen kids to do the hand off.”

“No one would suspect us now would they?” 

The ride through Blackwater had been far too long for her liking. By the time they reached the elaborate townhouse, Betty's nerves were completely on edge. It felt bizarre to her, given how many times she'd dealt with the late Maximus IQ, but somehow the idea of the intergalactic mafia frightened her much more. If they were anything like the ones on Earth…she shuddered. Sparky climbed out first and opened her door. Noah let himself out. Betty took Sparky's arm, thankful for the support as her shoes felt like murder. She was going to have words with X-5 about his choice of disguises. 

“So…what do you need the boss for?” Their Neptunian contact had been well placated with their generous bribe. His disloyalty was appalling but it had worked out for them. Still, she wouldn't want him on her team. That much was for certain.

“We have some important information for him.” 

“Uh ha…” The Neptunian said, absently. Betty had the feeling they could have said they were there to take his kneecaps and their guide wouldn't care.

“Here ya are, kiddies.” He opened the door to a massive ornate Parlor. “The boss is right through there. As for me, I have a space cruiser to catch.” With that, he was gone, leaving Betty, Sparky and Noah in the frying pan heading towards the fire.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Noah gulped. The portraits  of nasty looking Martian men that lined the walls didn't offer any respite.

“DeGill knows what he's doing.” Betty assured. “We've done much more dangerous missions, right Sparky?” The latter didn't reply, his gaze was fixed on the ornate wooden door that lead to the boss's office. He'd been silent most of their little endeavour, save for when he'd jumped to Betty's defense. He simply nodded and the three made their way towards the door.

Xeron Praxis, the current head of the Praxis family was a tall, slim Martian man with keen clear eyes and a sharp toothed grin. Anyone who saw his face knew better than to stick around. The freckles that dusted over his cheeks did nothing to soften his features. 

“Who the Tardiris are you three?” He demanded as Betty and her group entered the room.

“We have a message for you from Zulia.” She said, crossing her arms, her fingers finding her bracelet just in case things went south.

“Zulia?” A flicker of recognition flashed across the mafia boss’s face. “How do yous know Zulia?” 

“So you remember her?” Betty gave a steely smile and she recognised the look in his eyes. He knew who she was.

“Atomic Betty! Who let you in here?!” He grabbed his gun but Sparky was quicker. He leapt into the desk and crammed his blaster in the man's face with so much cold fury that Betty felt unsettled.

“Do you know who I am?” He demanded, ripping off his fedora with his free hand. “Take a good long look.”

“You're…you look just like…” Xeron Praxis swallowed hard as he took in the features of the boy who had him at gunpoint. 

“I'm Zulia's son.” Sparky's voice was a low rumble. Betty had never heard him speak like that before. Noah grabbed hold of her hand, shaking like leaf in his newsboy loafers. Betty gave him a squeeze back. Her other hand raised up, bracelet pointing at Xeron Praxis should he dare to try anything.

“You're Zulia's kid…?” Another dry swallow. “W…why did she sic her kid on me? What we had was years ago.”

“How many years ago?” Sparky was fighting to keep his temper, his whole body shook as he focused on the man in front of him. Betty grimaced. He wouldn't be able to keep the gun in place. “Thirteen years?”

“What are you saying, you little shit?” But the quiver in Xeron Praxis’s voice didn't hide anything. He knew exactly what they were implying.

“Xeron Praxis, you're under arrest for organized crime.” Betty made her way towards the desk. “You will be taken to Galactic Guardian HQ where you will submit to a paternity test.”

“You think this little bastard is mine?” Xeron Praxis’s frosty white gaze raked over Sparky, taking in every detail of his face. “Well I ain't gonna lie…he'd be a chip off the old block. Too bad, I ain't planning to come quietly.’

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So this is likely gonna be my last post on tumblr until I move to a more popular fandom. But here are all the pictures Polaris-Praxis family I've got so far. They're my favorite dysfunctional family. Everyone hates each other (Sparky tries to love his mom but the resentment has been building since Zulia's new Beau and is only getting worse)

ft Maximus

Xeron Praxis. The reason Trix is as messed up as she is.

[pinkmeanschaos]

My first Ever OC! Trix Polaris!

I've had her since I was ELEVEN. This art was created in 2020 when I was at the height if my Atomic Betty obsession.

⚫ Trix was "born" from the episode "The X-Rays", where Zulia tells Sparky to "take your little sister to her ballet recital" Naturally, since I learned my favorite character had a sister, I had to come up with what she looked like ⚫She is the fraternal twin sister of Sparky (younger by a few minutes, hence her status as his "little" sister) ⚫She's a Galactic Guardian backup lieutenant, who pilots a calvary ship called The Blackbird. ⚫She has a tendency to cause trouble, much like Sparky, however, she does so with malicious intent. ⚫She gets in constant fights with Zulia, due to her mother wanting her to take ballet and be sophisticated and ladylike. ⚫I had an entire story arc revolving around her and a hypothetical season 4. ⚫ Her Earth guise is based on emo fashion