#the guiding hand

[zhibekfromkaon]

No surprise Rung took them with him to death lmao

[lets-try-some-writing]

just curious, if you ever put The guiding hand in your fics, what will they be like?

https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Guiding_Hand

Difficult to say. I think the way I would integrate it into the Aligned Continuity lore that I personally use for my fics would be something along these lines:

Before the Thirteen, there were the five. They were not truly Cybertronian, and rather they were pieces of Primus's own spark that he forged into Avatars to help him fight against Unicron. He imbued each with part of his personality, emotion, and desire. This led them to each shift enough to become their own entities in the sense of split spark twins. They are the same, and yet while they live in different frames, they are not united.

These Avatars were not children of Primus, they WERE Primus. Despite greater numbers, the broken focus of the god of Creation led to little to no changes in the battle of Chaos and Order. The eternal struggle continued, but as it did so, Unicron gained the upper hand through Adaptus. The transformation god was able to have his loyalties shifted through Unicron's manipulations which convinced him that Primus would refuse to allow for any change when the battle was won. As a being who was made to change, Adaptus could not allow this and quickly turned on his fellows.

The result was catastrophic.

Adaptus broke Epistemus, which resulted in the gift of intelligence being gifted to all living beings but ended with Primus losing the ability to see and know all at the same time. Only a small shard of him remained, and that shard was eventually forged into the Covenant of Primus, a relic capable of reading the echoes of Epistemus and recording them as it is required. Unfortunately, following Epistemus's scattering, Primus was forced to focus on one thing at a time to see its truth.

Adaptus attacked Mortilus next, and while gravely wounded, he did not die. So to preserve him, Primus created the Allspark from him. That way he would not perish and all life that was or would be would be secured. (There is a reason Unicron despises the Allspark so much, and it is because Mortilus protects Primus's children from true death and reabsorption into Primus himself.)

Solomus was the only one who escaped the unexpected betrayal unscathed. And he and Adaptus battled as Primus fought to hold Unicron at bay while also saving what little he could of Mortilus with Epistemus scatted to the winds. Their conflict was so brutal that their identities began to blur. Wisdom and transformation morphed as they tore each other apart. The biggest molded piece of their frames became Vector Sigma. The rest were reabsorbed by Primus, which is what ultimately allowed him to create children that could grow physically, mentally, and spiritually while also limiting his influence with Vector Sigma now stuck as a physical object.

Back to square one, Primus was desperate. He saved what he could, but this time he knew he had to try again. He needed warriors that were not extensions of himself, beings that could act on their own and not be predictable. He needed creatures who could adapt, who could learn, and who could become capable of gaining the upper hand on the Unmaker.

This is how the Thirteen were born. Instead of turning himself into many mecha, Primus instead cultivated new sparks through small echoes of his. He fed them pieces of Solomus and Adapatus and what little he still had of Epistemus. And from all this, the Thirteen Primes came into being, not knowing any had come before them.

The Guiding Hand were pieces of Primus that live on only in the vague memory of the Thirteen. They are legends, and while Alpha Trion knows the truth, the rest of the Primes believe the Guiding Hand to be some sort of parable that they cannot decipher. They do not know, and they don't need to. It is irrelevant to them.

This is how I would integrate The Guiding Hand.

[the-shy-lonely-weirdo]

Dear 13th Prime,

It’s been so long since we last heard from you! How are you faring? What have you’ve been doing since the last time we heard from you? And your family? How are they doing?

"I hope I will be just as good a leader as my siblings when I am done with my studies!"

In my AU each of the Primes have a colony of first era Cybertonians that would one day evolve into the many cities and colonies that are connected to Cybertron.

[finisnihil]

“They finally made this theme more blatant-" Why does it need to be blatant. What's wrong with subtlety? Concepts can be underused but subtlety is not neglect.

Blaring all your concepts and themes is not good writing. It's so disruptive to a story's flow when the characters look off the screen to be like "See? This is the concept. The idea. The theme."

If you can feel the hand of the author becoming too heavy that's bad.

For example: I see people saying Azula's abuse in ATLA is more blatant in the live action and it's good because "it's being discussed more". It already was discussed at length. The show made it clear she was a victim at every turn, every behavior, every reaction, it came from a place of trauma. It was made clear that she was scared of ending up like Zuko because Zuko was an example of what would happen to her if she failed. When she says she's better than Zuko it wasn't just because she was raised to think hersef superior to him but because Zuko failed and failures get mutilated and exiled, failures are abandoned. In that final Agni Kai the music is morose and somber because this isnt some epic battle its a fucking tragedy, the burning out of "Ozai's brightest light" and Azula finally succumbing to her terror and trauma she was repressing now that her worst fears are realized. How can you see a fourteen year old girl chained to a sewer grate wailing and writhing and breathing fire desperately as unsympathetic? Even Katara and Zuko are horrified as to what has become of her.

The writers weren't looking us in the eye and saying "See? She's a victim too" when they wrote this, they weaved it in. They weaved it into her obsesison with symmetry, her extreme perfectionism, the way she talks about Ozai, the ways she calls herself a monster, her isolation from those with healthy home lives, all the ways she held herself together and ultimately all the cracks and seams that she shattered down when she fell apart. It did not need to be blatant to be clear.

[beybuniki]

no i'm starting to understand shonen authors, sometimes u just slip into the yaoi implications without meaning to

[sweetmapple]

I am going to turbo hell for this one

[backjustforberena]

I wonder if any of them knew it was all for her.

[tooquirkytolose]

Love Spell~

[konigsblog]

mutual masturbation with simon riley...

simon's dick hardens at the sight of you getting off, that fucked-out stupid look in your eyes, with tears brimming in your waterline—he's obsessed.

it's addictive. simon's thick fingers prod against your tight hole while you wrap your hand around his veiny shaft. your strokes are slow, biting your lip and gazing into his eyes while attempting to calm your breathing. you pant like a filthy mutt in heat, your grip on his lengthy, slick cock tightening at the wet, throbbing sensation between your soft, supple thighs.

simon's dick pulses and aches at the pleasure, the softness of your hand in comparison to his rough, calloused, and scarred skin feeling heavenly. simon begins to push another digit inside your entrance, watching your jaw fall slack and your eyes glisten with delirium. he pumps two fingers into your swollen, soft folds while cooing at you for being so pent up, so sexually frustrated. you look perfect like this; legs spread wide open for him, gazing up at him needily, and jerking him off messily.

“that’s it, there we go. attagirl, you’re doin’ so well, ain’t‘cha? strokin’ my dick, that greedy cunt swallowin’ my fingers, yeah?” simon cocks his head to the side teasingly with a cruel grin plastered on his stupid mug. the effect he has on you leaving him feeling playful, sliding another finger into you unexpectedly, your moans only getting louder.

god, simon adores stuffing your pretty holes full, finger fucking you into stupidity until you're begging for permission to come all over his scarred fingers.

you watch as simon's tip begins to weep, oozing out strings of his creamy arousal. pearly orbs of his stickiness flow from the head of his lengthy, fat cock and run down his stuff shaft, acting as lube as you jerk him off rapidly and eagerly, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and desperation, with pleas flowing from your lips.

[lotus-pear]

soukoku shippers can NEVER come after kunizai now with the excuse of them having no angst i think they honestly win tragic yaoi of the year award WAIT UNTIL DAZAI HEARS HIS PARTNER GOT TURNED INTO A 7/11 $2.50 FROST GLACIER SLUSHIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[heph]

I dont know if im allowed to just request in your inbox..

But can you feed us with some clingy wilson with house 😔😔

I wanna see the baby boys cuddle but we need clingy wilson 😙

Completely "platonic" snuggling

[reaversanctuary]

Sancta Spatha de Lunae Lumen, absolvo! Absolvo me!

Sancta Spatha de Lunae Lumen, praemostra mea manus!

Sancta Spatha de Lunae Lumen, semper ad latus meo, mea dux sancta!

[yrsonpurpose]

When I was a boy, my father used to bring me here. Early in the morning before the museum opened. Now I like to come at night. In here, at night, no one else is around to gawk at you or try and take your picture. You can slip between the statues like a shadow. When I was younger, I would dream of taking somebody I loved here. And he'd love it as much as I did. And we'd dance right here amidst all these statues. Just a daft pubescent fantasy. Please be patient with me, and I promise I will try and be brave for us. Because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you, and my love for you. History, huh? Bet we could make some.

[nelkcats]

Spite

Danny made himself known to the world by hacking into the Justice League's communications line. Amity was safe but he was so tired of being ignored that the moment he figured out how to isolate his small town from the rest of the world he decided to let the heroes know they had failed.

He posted all the ignored calls, the GIW legal documents, the experiments, everything that would let them know that they had failed. Because he had saved himself and the others but never got help.

In a very short time Amity declared itself independent, similar to Atlantis or Themyscira; they didn't need anything from the rest of the world anyway.

At first the League thought it was the attack of a villain or some new organization.

It became very obvious that this was not the case the more they confirmed the information presented, from a law passed under their noses to the threat of exterminating an entire race of beings that were much stronger than them but decided to chose a peaceful route instead of just destroying everything.

For the first time in years, the League felt useless. The weight only increased when the last piece of "evidence" turned out to be the death certificate of Daniel Fenton, the first victim of the whole mess.

[allastoredeer]

Okay, so, I decided to have a little fun and traced one of the collages I made (posted all of them in a different posts) to both relax and practice line thickness, and HOT DAMN do I have more respect for background artists.

Those details CRUSHED me. But also O.O I noticed so many things in the background that I hadn't before. Like the horse mosaic on the wall, the lions jumping through hoops in the background, how the staircase isn't straight, it's curved, and just how many eye shapes there are in the hotel, damn).

I'm probably ALSO going to use this as a reference, because one can never have too many references, and like with my other ones, anyone is free to snatch this one up too if they want. Something about the absence of color and shadow just...help my brain with the shapes, you know?

[fungal-rot]

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