#Engineering Cy

[ang-900]

A Basic Summary of the GoBots Characters

Nick Burns

Scooter's sidekick

Matt Hunter

Basic

Attractive Hollywood lead

A.J. Foster

Squid hair

The best human character

Last Engineer

Ugly outfit, but he's a good guy

Grandpa energy

Master Renegade

Ugly

Created original renegade movement

So much of a loser none of the renegades like this guy

Thought he could pull a fast one, but ultimately fails as he should

Path Finder

A girl

Slenderman face

Sparky

The useful one

Has a head even more q-tip shaped than Leader-1

Neck and head attachment create weird optical illusion

Smallfoot

Looks like Scooter's girlfriend

Lenny face

Fitor

If Starscream were actually loyal to Megatron

The favourite

Scooter

Friend-shaped

Feels like he wants to be what Bumblebee is to Optimus

Is like Penny from Inspector Gadget to the Gobots. Cy-Kill has yet to realize Scooter's the problem

Has a savage side that comes out of nowhere

Weirdly biased against humans

Cop-Tur

Is the third wheel

Dumbass

Gets told to shut his trap every time he tries to make a good point

Turbo

Talks like Ironhide

Says "wawww~" at the beginning of nearly every sentence

Crasher

Iconic laugh

Unapologetically evil

Is Cy-Kill's favourite when Fitor's not there

"Holy shit she's ugly as hell!" -My dad, 2023

Leader-1

Should partake in the next bald guy tournament

Lost his half of a BFF charm

Cy-Kill

Is a magical girl

He still keeps his half of a BFF charm with Leader-1

Is evil because he's a beta male (no, I'm not kidding)

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[devil-doll13]

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I think Max’s mom died when he was in his late teenage years and this, as well as his brothers being older kind of distanced him from them because they all went to start their own families at this point.

I think he worked as a pizza delivery guy in between playing with his band at this point

Max is smart, but never did well academically. School just never agreed with him and tbh he lost motivation at some point. He probably has undiagnosed ADHD or something similar. I mean, I waver between him existing in the 80s or not so that could he explained by that.

The construction site his dad worked on was never finished. He ended up… Having a significant confrontation there.

I really do think he was more bookish than his brothers and they didn’t really share those interests, which meant he wasn’t super vocal about them. His mom also didn’t have a lot of time for him (although she tried) so he was left to figure this out on his own a lot.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Ex-Meta employee Madelyn Machado recently posted a TikTok video claiming that she was getting paid $190,000 a year to do nothing. Another Meta employee, also on TikTok, posted that “Meta was hiring people so that other companies couldn’t have us, and then they were just kind of like hoarding us like Pokémon cards.” Over at Google, a company known to have pioneered the modern tech workplace, one designer complained of spending 40 percent of their time on “the inefficien[cy] overhead of simply working at Google.” Some report spending all day on tasks as simple as changing the color of a website button. Working the bare minimum while waiting for stock to vest is so common that Googlers call it “resting and vesting.” ​ In an anonymous online poll on how many “focused hours of work” software engineers put in each day, 71 percent of the over four thousand respondents claimed to work six hours a day or less, while 12 percent said they did between one and two hours a day. During the acute phase of the Covid-19 pandemic, it became common for tech workers to capitalize on all this free time by juggling multiple full-time remote jobs. According to the Wall Street Journal, many workers who balance two jobs do not even hit a regular forty-hour workload for both jobs combined. One software engineer reported logging between three and ten hours of actual work per week when working one job, with the rest of his time spent on pointless meetings and pretending to be busy. My own experience supports this trend: toward the end of my five-year tenure as a software engineer for Microsoft, I was working fewer than three hours a day. And of what little code I produced for them, none of it made any real impact on Microsoft’s bottom line—or the world at large. For much of this century, optimism that technology would make the world a better place fueled the perception that Silicon Valley was the moral alternative to an extractive Wall Street—that it was possible to make money, not at the expense of society but in service of it. In other words, many who joined the industry did so precisely because they thought that their work would be useful. Yet what we’re now seeing is a lot of bullshit. If capitalism is supposed to be efficient and, guided by the invisible hand of the market, eliminate inefficiencies, how is it that the tech industry, the purported cradle of innovation, has become a redoubt of waste and unproductivity?

[tinydefector]

Hello! I'm the one that requested the ovulation request (cyclonus) and I'm so so sorry for making the s/o a female, I didn't notice it in your rules.

But I love how it turned out!!! If you can, can you please make a part two about the ovulation, maybe s/o will get pregnant or not?? 👀👀

MINE 2

Cyclonus x human

Word count 1k

Warnings: mention of pregnancy.

I had alot of fun making this piece too so I hope you enjoy it. I didn't make this one Nsfw but I enjoyed the fluffy sweetness between them.

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Cyclonus realises something was off, the scent of his loves skin had changed, the slight static lingers on their skin, but Cyclonus had to make sure it wasn't just his processor glitching. The Field felt like that of a sparkling. They lay curled against Cyclonus form on the berth. Blankets wrapped around them.

He inhales deeply the thick scent of lover's flesh now bore subtle hints of charged particulate, mingling heady musk in a way stirring coding of sparklings' new-made frames. But within flesh? Impossible - yet undeniable potential realisation shocked him to his core.

Rumbling low in awe, Cyclonus peeled away layers to peer down their form, digits running across their stomach mapping the subtly shifted electromagnetic signature pulsing within. His field flickered out in calling hoping that it wasn't a glitched system.

A small giggle comes from them as he presses his face closer to their stomach inhaling again. “Cy what are you doing?” They ask out with chipper laughter as he presses his face into their soft warm skin. There, the faintest flicker beneath flesh responds, the call of the tiniest spark echoes back to him. Awed ventilations burst from tanks as Cyclonus gathered them close in cradling arms, fields mingling in exultation beyond all dreams. "You carry a sparkling," he states in awe against flesh, voice raw with ancient worship.

They slowly meet Cyclonus' optics. "Pardon?" They ask softly. "You are with a tiny spark, it is calling out to me" he rumbled, servos tracing protective paths over still-flat flesh harbouring divine mystery. His fields pulsed adoration and protection.

Cyclonus leaned down to kiss their lips, His sensory net detected the imperceptible spark's strongest flicker directly beneath palm, drawing a reverent rumble. They had somehow forged what none thought possible. "You are carrying a sparkling. Beloved"

His grasp tightened, They lean into Cyclonus' touch. "How is that possible?" They ask again, moving to rest on their elbow. Eyes flicking down to his servo pressed against their stomach. Cyclonus rumbled deep in intakes at their awe, optics overflowing adoration for miracles blessed to them. " Its a divine mystery and blessing" he replied, digits tracing the subtle field fluctuations beneath flesh.

fingers running along Cyclonus' plating as they lay there. "Christ, so you gonna explain to me how you know I'm pregnant?" They ask with a teasing smile. Cyclonus' engine rumbled low in pure contentment. “ I can smell it on your skin, the change in your hormones and taste the static in the air” he begins to explain while pressing his face into their shoulder peppering kisses across their skin.

They let out a groan. "Is everyone else going to be able to smell that I'm pregnant? " they asked in embarrassment. Cyclonus rumbled proudly at the thought of all beholding proof of miracles. " Would I save you embarrassment if I say no?," he intoned, nuzzling them as if he were a cat. The humour in his voice isn't lost on them as they flick his helm.

They cuddle up against Cyclonus' warm form. "Cy, how am I even pregnant, I'm a human, i didn't think we were compatible like that" they state softly as his servo continues tracing patterns against their stomach. “I don't know Sweetspark, perhaps we shall visit the medic's later, but for now you should rest”

They gasp as Cyclonus rolls them to lay across his chassis. They slowly sit up as the blankets pile around their waist. He slowly presses his servo to their stomach tracing his digits along the soft skin where the sparkling would slowly swell their stomach over time. They shutter at the cool touch but relax into it.

Cyclonus vented a throaty croon as their frame settled atop his chassiplate, Slowly, gently he traced delicate spirals along their spine up their shoulders as he captured their lips in a soft kiss.

Optics aglow, "My blessed carrier," he uttered against their flushed temple, he pressed his helm to their forehead holding them close, he had forged his family in the most unlikely of places. “My perfect Light and Spark” he rumbles lowly.

They gasp his servo, leaning into the one cupping their face. "What do you think they will look like?" They ask softly to Cyclonus, not knowing how a human Cybertronian pregnancy would go. They don't even know if they would be able to carry it to full term but they were happy enough just existing with the idea that nothing would go wrong.

"Do you think they will be a seeker like you?" they continue while His thumb rubs against their cheek.

Cyclonus rumbled pensive contemplation, digits tracing gentle patterns promising protection upon stretched plate sheltering gifts beyond comprehension. ''Impossible to predict specifics on time, Cybertronians normally carry up to a century.''

"Have faith,” he chuckles softly pressing another kiss to their lips, “Tomorrow we will see the medics, I'm sure they will have a lot for questions but also answers” he sounded rather cryptic mainly because he himself didn't know what to expect, he had next thought of settling down with a family, nor ever with a human. They hum again taking in his words before finally asking. "What would you name them?”

Cyclonus vented deeply at the question, holding their body against his own. Massive servos cradled them, he lets out a deep rumble as if thinking. "Fulmina or genesis" he states before he continues “Fulmina the Sparkling of lightning to honour the sky's. Or Genesis for they are the origin of a new generation” he explains gently. A small flicker of their spark makes Cyclonus perk up at the names. “It seems they are rather content with that idea”. They look at him with pure affection. “What do they sound like?” They whisper to him.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he presses his audial against his lover's chest. “I can hear both your heart and their spark dancing together, it sounds Euphoric, their spark feels powerful and mighty, I'm sure they will grow strong” he rumbled against their. Holding them close.

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[leggerefiore]

cw: angst, hurt with slight comfort, drabble, mentions of past abuse

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

You gazed at him. There was no wind. No sun. Nothing around. The ground was hard and earthen, but nothing lush or green grew on it. Something like a dark sky hung above with impossible clouds. Water poured from all angles, pooling into ponds. Land floated in a noneuclidean manner around the space. It was maddening to consider for too long.

Cyrus had been forced into this world. His horrible plans had met their match by a powerful pokemon who sought to protect this world. No matter what he may try, it would act as his foil. Cynthia had told you that this was for the best. His actions were unforgivable – trying to change the very fabric of this world to suit his own needs. If he could not handle this world as it were, then he should be the one to separate himself from it. Agreeing would have been the easiest solution. Saying that Cyrus was impossible to redeem and deserved to rot away far from everyone else would have easy.

But…

You thought of the pained expressions he would hold in moments of reflection and how he avoided an entire area within Sinnoh, not daring to even assign his underlings there. The pictures of his empty eyes as a child with two hands heavily resting on his shoulders. His constant scolding of himself and holding himself to standards that seemed far too high. His quiet tears. Those silent sobs. How he would turn away from you – lock himself somewhere alone and quiet. His rocking. Everything painted an obvious picture.

Most saw the charismatic leader of Team Galactic – the young president of Galactic. No one saw Cyrus, the boy screaming under the surface. Silence was learnt. Emotions were repressed. Obedience without question was rewarded. Freedom was non-existent. You knew, though. You knew it all. Every small little piece Cyrus wished to burn away and blow ashes into the wind, you knew. The real Cyrus was impossible to say, but a mix between the vulnerability and brick wall was most logical.

Logical… It was always science and technology with him. He was an engineer and praised as a scientific genius. All an escape. You clenched your fist. Cynthia was ignorant. That was fine. If you had been in her shoes, you likely would have done the same. Empathy would run low after a while, especially without context.

His eyes were distant, and his clothing was growing a bit tattered. You felt tears in your eyes. He did not seem to acknowledge you, only bringing a foot up slowly to continue forward. Rushing to him, your arms came around him. Desperation to prove that he was real swirled through your mind. He stopped. You looked at him. His gaze was still focused forward. He began to try to move again. You shook your head.

Nothing you could do deterred him. He kept trying to move. His gaze never shifted. Only short pauses would come if you called out his name. You struggled against him. Why would he not look at you? Why did he not speak? Frustration bubbled up inside you. Enough was enough. Shoving against him, you knocked him to the ground. You fell along with him. Dust spread out from his impact. His eyes remained distant. They stared out in the vast expanse above you both. Your heart screamed. A sob escaped your throat. You grasped tightly onto his shirt.

Maybe you should rot here, too… It felt like you were almost entirely alone. You had been angry when you learnt of Cyrus's plans. It had almost readied you to entirely call off your relationship in an attempt to stop him. You had not been even able to speak with him before all this happened. He stopped coming home – threw himself deeper into his work. You sobbed again. Why? Why did this happen? You knew he was struggling, but you were always there for him… He could have come to you…

A hand suddenly came to rest on your back. You froze. Blinking, you forced yourself to look around. Cyrus's arm rested against you. His gaze remained distant.

“… Cy-Cyrus...?” his name left you like a whimper. You felt tears staining your cheeks. He did not move, yet his hand remained firm. You stared longer. Nothing changed. Your body rested against his. A slow heartbeat came from him. You listened. It was calming. “… I missed you…” you mumbled, “I'm sorry I didn't come sooner… It was difficult figuring out how to enter this place.” You had truly struggled for months. A plea to his previous comrades had been the only thing that aided you in getting here. He seemed unmoved. You sighed.

“Saturn was offering to replace you,” you teased him, “… He was desperate to fix what you left him with. It had startled me. Maybe he just likes me in general – Cyrus?” His gaze finally shifted to you. The hand grasped your shirt tightly. “… I'm not going to leave you, though,” you said firmly, “…. If you are going to rot away here, then I'll join you.”

“You will not,” his voice was raspy from its disuse. You froze. A hard focus was in his gaze.

“… You think you can stop me?” you laid your head back on his chest, staring out in the infinitely confusing space. A strange pokemon swam around the air distantly.

“…” He was silent, “Please. Return.”

“I'm not leaving you again,” you shook your head, “… I made that mistake once. Never again.” Your arms shifted to embrace him. Would this place become both of your tombs? It was entirely possible. Cyrus could be harshly stubborn.

His other arm wrapped around your waist. “… There is more in that world than me,” he continued, “… Why even bother with me?” You met his eyes again. Those powerful blue irises. The spirit he rejected… It would burn within those eyes.

“I love you,” you simply said, “I want you. No one else.”

He blinked. His body went momentarily limp on the ground. No more words were said. Yet, he understood. It was plainly obvious that you would not leave without him.

Perhaps you would both rot into shells of your former selves within the Distortion World. Giratina watching as two lost souls forever wandered its barren realm side by side.

Or… maybe, he would relent. His love and concern would prove too much, and you would leave with him. Your return may be difficult, but Cyrus would face hardship to make you smile and return to a safer realm of existence. Those who waited on his and your return would likely gasp and cheer for you both.

Only time would tell.

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Another Baldur's Gate - Part 1: The Crew Visits the Smash Mansion

*due to Shenanigans the BG3 crew have arrived in the Smash Mansion and until they can find a way to get home they're making the best of it*

Shadowheart: I thank you for accommodating us. I- I understand these are not the most ideal circumstances.

Zelda: Believe me dear, this isn't even in the top ten for weirdest things to happen to us.

Peach, pouring tea: Oh yes. Remind me to tell you about the time we all got replaced by depressed clones of ourselves.

Shadowheart: Ah... well, no need for replacing us, I fear we're all already depressed!

*they all laugh, but Peach and Zelda glance at each other worriedly*

Zelda: Well, tell us about yourself! You're a cleric, correct?

Shadowheart: To Shar, Lady of Loss, yes!

Peach: Ah, so, like, helping people mourn and move on, correct?

Shadowheart: No, more like "life is pain and we must always be ready to lose everything so we must never love anything". Like that!

*Shadowheart smiles but Peach and Zelda glance at each other even more worriedly*

Peach: W-well, to each their own. How long have you been a cleric, then?

Shadowheart: Oh, I can't remember. I willingly gave up my memories.

Zelda: ...you're sure about that?

Shadowheart: Of course! Mother Superior, the one who took them, told me so!

Zelda: ...

Peach: ...

Shadowheart: =)

Peach: Oh dear.

-

*In Dr. Mario's infirmary*

*Karlach lies on a reinforced cot with Tav sitting next to her, holding her hand. Dr. Mario bends over her chest with Professor E. Gadd, examining the Infernal Engine in her chest*

Karlach: So, what's the word? Think you can stabilize it for good?

Dr. Mario: Hmm, well, while the operations of the device are complex, but its principles aren't. It runs on Demonic Energy and while in Avernus it simply absorbed the ambient energy around you Up here, it's being starved.

*Dr. Mario pulls up a chart*

Dr. Mario: I think our best bet would be a transplant. Remove the engine and replace it with something that CAN exist in this plane.

Tav: What COULD replace it? And... what are her chances?

Karlach squeezes Tav's hand comfortingly and they smile at each other*

E. Gadd: Ah, well, I would not worry about her chances! Miss Karlach is in good hands. Dr. Mario is the best there is!

Karlach: Good to know!

E. Gadd: As for WHAT we could replace it with (Gadd pulls out a catalogue) you have many options! Feel free to pick which one best suits your needs!

*Tav and Karlach look through the catalogue*

Karlach: Cy-ber-net-ic heart? Like a Warforged?

Tav: What the hell is Chaos Emerald?

Dr. Mario: *snatches the catalogue away* We're not putting a Chaos Emerald in this woman's chest.

E. Gadd: BUT CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITIES!

Dr. Mario: *sigh* You don't have to worry ma'am. we'll have a PROPER replacement lined up soon. In the meantime, enjoy yourself in the Mansion.

Karlach: Oh you bet I will! *she stands up and scoops Tav up, bridal style* Now, where'd you say our rooms are?

Dr. Mario: *chuckles as Karlach carries Tav off*

E. Gadd: Come on, one little nuclear reactor!

Dr. Mario: No! We're using a Rathlos Heart and that's final!

E. Gadd: Party pooper.

TO BE CONTINUED!...

[mychlapci]

time for a few of my favourite sfw cybertronian headcanons!!!!

a big one that is so special to me is cybertronians using their altmodes/altmode features to communicate. i really like smaller cars like bumblebee and cliffjumper beeping when they get startled or when they get excited

bumblebee running around and beeping happily lives in my mind rent free

bigger trucks like magnus and optimus would probably make chuffing noises with their engines as either threat displays or when content. i can so easily imagine optimus as a young soldier honking loudly whenever he's excited. big ole HONK! of sheer joy whenever he gets praised or does something fun

soundwave, blaster, rewind, and other such cybertronians who can record audio or video stim by replaying specific clips. and flight frames like pharma, cyclonus, and the seekers clank their wings together in favour of clapping with their servos. speedsters rev their engines or spin their tires just to burn off extra energy

i also think that communal group bonding is done via altmodes. stuff like sleepovers where it's just a bunch of cars cuddled up to each other, or a group of smaller minibots sprawled out across a convoy like magnus. flight frames probably bond by flying together and speedsters consider challenging others to a race to be a form of getting closer to one another

i imagine that asking someone else to clean your altmode would be a big sign of trust. most altmodes aren't really tailored to quick movements, especially while stationary so perhaps asking someone to help you bathe yourself would be a big deal, especially during the war where resources were scarce and bots were more likely to stab each other in the back over smaller things.

hmm maybe it's even a rite that comes with conjunx ceremonies, both amica and endura. mechs will spend the evenings with their endura to be in the bath, slowly scrubbing down every inch of their partners just to prove they can keep them safe and healthy

grooming might also be another bonding thing. not full out bathing but general stuff, like polishing and getting junk out of the joints. i imagine bigger bots like magnus or overlord might need extra help getting fully buffed and polished because of all their kibble. hmm au where overlord isn't such of a dick and he ends up joining the lost light and the first thing he does to prove that he doesn't wanna cause trouble is ask for help getting all the grit out of his joints.

i'm imagining a little lineup of bots all helping each other polish and wax their plating. maybe even helping with removing plating to get a good scrub at the old protoform. ohhh maybe some bots are small enough to reach deep into vents so that their bigger friend don't need to go to the medic to get themselves fully decontaminated.

i do think that the war complicates things somewhat. luxuries like oil baths and fully solvent showers are rare treats and so many bots are on edge all the time that really asking for help can be hard

hmm i like the idea that the decepticons are actually better at asking for assistance for the autobots. many of them were working class individuals who had to more rely on their communities for assistance when things went wrong

megatron and starscream taking breaks from killing each other to help buff out the scuffs and dents in their plating together. just because starscream knows how annoying it is to reach the hard spots on the back and megatron understands that sometimes starscream doesn't want to burden his trine with cleaning his wings

they go back to killing each other the next day but it's the thought that counts

soundwave and his cassettes helping each other get clean and maybe even dragging shockwave out of his lap to help him with self care. i can so easily imagine frenzy and rumble making a game out of scrubbing shockwave down as fast as possible

the combiner teams always look the best because they know personally that they can fully trust each other

i have too many thoughts about cybertronian cleaning culture for this ask so i'm going to cap it off here

yessssss to all of this. alt-mode communication is so important to me. little honks and beeps, letting sirens go off when you want attention. I bet you Prowl’s police siren has gone off when he was frustrated so many times and he hates it. This isn’t really alt-mode but I always imagine that when Optimus is frustrated his smokestacks start to fume, which is kind of hard to hide… 

I also really like to imagine speedsters, or most grounders really, would bond by going on drives together. And if you have a speedster with a slower grounder, they’d purposefully go slow so that their friend can catch up <33

CLEANING!! GROOMING!!! I LOVE cybertronian grooming practices. deep in my heart i know cleaning is a big thing in cybertronian culture. If you have a species that have seams that are hard to reach, it makes sense cleaning is a communal thing. Of course a cybertronian can wash themself, even properly and thoroughly if they take their time, but it’s much easier to have someone helping you… Maybe it’s a communal communal thing, where multiple cybertronians would regularly wash together, with all kinds of frame-sizes abound to make sure all the little hands get in the smallest crooks and the big hands can clean off the smaller bots in one quick swipe. Combiner teams are usually the ones who keep this tradition well into the war because they’re mostly a hive-mind so they know they won’t really hurt one another. 

now i’m thinking about lost light communal washes. in a normal way.

[cxs-workshops]

Still workshopping some things but here’s a little synopsis of my next My Time ocs intended for Project ME:

(Bear with me, I’m not great with words ><)

Name: Cy/??? (She/They)

Height: 5’10” / 179cm

Age: 300+ / (technically + mentally 28, age prior falling into cyberslumber)

Birthday: 2.3

Cy was an Old World resident, initially living as an average citizen (around the time of Age of Corruption), a somewhat gloomy girl with the love for tech and various hobbies mostly to keep busy, eventually went on to become an accomplished Engineer/Mechanic. Cy was slowly hitting a low point in her life, until she was then targeted for experimental testing for the high end researchers/scientists. Seeing this as an opportunity to see more of their tech/inventions first hand and having little to no motivation to live as she was, why not. Little did she know, she was quickly prepped and tagged as a test subject for a new not-yet-tested trial, Digital DNA merging. Out of 15 subjects, there was one survivor, thus giving her new and current name “Cy”. With a somewhat newfound identity and even newer abilities as now half cyber entity, scientists have her and other surviving subjects from different trials (Cy’s eventual found family) in training as weapons of war.

Time goes by and the atmosphere glowingly becomes tense and hostile. Unbeknownst to humankind, days would soon quickly lead up to what would be known many years later as the Day of Calamity. Military, Researchers. Scientists, and overall citizens are scrambling in panic as machines are uprising. Cy and her friends hasten to find ways to stop or at least lessen the mayhem, but struggling to do so as the situation becomes more catastrophic. As options are dwindling, Cy and her friends are facing the inevitable, the group decides to scatter and do what they can during their final moments. Volt, Cy’s closest and dear friend, brings her to a highly classified lab room. He boots up a large device and starts typing, pulling switches with speed. Thinking he was still searching for some kind of kill code, Cy drags herself over to a window, stares in horror at what seems like the end of the world is happening before her eyes. Volt pulls in for a (final) hug and as Cy was bewildered, she was able to hear his last words: “I hope the future is kinder to you.” Cy gets no time respond, suddenly a light flashed around her and feels as though she’s being sucked in somewhere. The device Volt was fiddling with was a sort of cyber chamber and Cy was now in cyber slumber, hidden away in an old world lab. Not knowing if the world has officially ended, Cy peacefully sleeps…for over 300 years.

Meanwhile…Cy is still sleeping in cyberspace, to her it feels as if only minutes maybe hours have passed. Her body suddenly twitched, she heard voices but very faintly. Right then she is forcefully being thrown out of cyberspace, lights flash once again and hits against the lab wall. Cy groans while she holds her back in pain.

“I- how- what did you do?! What was that!?”

“Was…that a whole person?? They just shot out of the—wha— Are they alive? Hey! Hello!”

Still writhing in pain, Cy turns again and sees two faint figures in front of her who seem to be worried. Before she could adjust properly, one of the figures rushed over to help her up. Her vision starts to clear and she hears his crisp clear voice, “Are you ok? Can you stand? Can you talk?” She turns over to the voice and sees this guy with sharp, piercing, light red eyes but with a gentle expression. His hair silky gray and very fair skin. The other, was a woman with long dusty rose hair and hazel doe eyes, looking upon her with equal concern. Cy jerks away and looks around frantically. She quickly questions the two about where she was and what time of year it was, somehow thinking she has transported to another world or something. There was no chaos, no hoards of hostile machines within sight. The lab looked…abandoned and dust was everywhere. Overgrown was seeping through the cracks and all around the windows. There was a blue clear sky.

“Where…? Uh well this is (same planet) and the year is Peach xx.”

Ok, it’s same planet….but Peach? What? The fruit? What year did that mean? She wanted to confirm and firmly asked if the world was overrun by hostile machines, humans creating other advanced tech for war, possibly causing the world end.

“Oh that sounds like the Day of Calamity. Yeah that happened…I believe over 300 years ago?”

Before Cy froze, collapsed, and fainted, she managed to mumble,”So then..some have survived? What a relief.”

Name: Exe (He/They)

Height: 2’2”/66 cm (default “energy saving” form)

Age: 300+/???

Birthday: 2.10

Exe was just one of many of bots that were living within the Old World, but he was built with a special model and materials. Exe was created from a side hobby of a certain individual, Cy. She had convinced the scientists that she needed an AI assistant and slipped in that it could also benefit the lab and military (just something she added so she could have guaranteed permission bc she’s always wanted a bot buddy)

Exe was soon born and became Cy’s very reliable and loyal sentient assistant/friend. Exe is very efficient and friendly. Cy tinkers Exe’s body every so often and tested out something that gave him a special ability, shapeshifting. Exe is mostly build with nano tech, which allows him add, subtract and move parts freely as long as he has the data to shape into said thing. Over time he has a database full of various bot bodies, carriers, weapons and even animals. His current default form is the one that saves the most energy, so he mostly stays in it. As Exe’s database grows and becomes more and more useful, the scientists stepped in and assigns him to the next vital location, Altair One, where he was told he was going to be needed for the future of mankind. Exe politely refused because he didn’t want to leave Cy and her friends behind. The scientists strongly urged him to think about it…but there was no time to think.

Shortly after were the incoming days leading up to the Day of Calamity. Exe jumped into the frontlines, attempting to hack into bot network to try and calm things down but to no avail. When that wouldn’t work, he shifted into defense mode in order to assist as many humans as he could to safety. Sometime afterwards, his internal comm has pinged urgently, to come back to the lab immediately. He had recognized the ping, it was from Cy’s friend Volt. Exe hesitated but feeling concerned for Cy, he did as he was told. When he met up with Volt, he saw that he was alone and asked where Cy was. Volt dodged his question and just told him to put all of his, Cy’s belongings and anything else essential and place them into Exe’s digital inventory. Exe saw how desperate Volt was and continue to do what he was told. As Exe cleared out Cy’s dorm and pretty much everything else, Volt asked one last favor, to record a video message. Recording was done, Volt hugged Exe, “Take care and look out for each other.” Volt had quickly put him into maintenance mode and placed him inside his portable charging station then moved him right next to the cyber chamber device along with a written note. Volt looked back at the chamber and sighed with relief, then disappeared into the frontlines.

[punnifullife]

I’m not sure if we are still talking about potential careers for the titans

but hear me out something in astronomy for starfire I mean she’s always speaking so passionately about space and the stars and everything about it like she loves space

For beast boy maybe a comedian I mean come on now he’s a jokester it just makes sense also he’s got some trauma which most comedians do… and unfortunately it’s true

Robin I like the bartender idea it’s out there but I can see it but maybe not for a long time career more like an undercover thing for a few months or something to get info off something going on in the bar/nightclub like maybe human trafficking or something along those lines. I feel like he’d be private investigator or something along those lines lines

Cyborg I can see him as an automotive engineer or mechanical engineer like mans loves his cars and vehicles i just know he’d be the best in the game with how extra he is with his own car maybe he’d eventually develop his own car brand down the line

I am always happy to hear any of your thoughts!! I think Gabriel Picolo and Kami Garcia's Starfire comic hints at her interest in astronomy! Think she's doing classes or internship at NASA or something in the previews. (Anyone else got their fingerscrossed that their will be robstar stuff?? Or yall think DCs got the last say and the answer is NOPE) Astronomy is a cute idea for Star/Kory! Someone replied to my og post and said she would also probably work a food truck with BB. and i think that sounds so in character to their 003 counterparts. imagine a weird alien-tofu fusion truck like wtf kinda food is that. but it would go crazy because people would love a weird trend like that. I know I don't write a lot outside of Dick, but i will say, i do have some loose ideas for the other boys. and one involves Tim being the private investigator after he handles the robin mantle over (since dc cant decide if he's still robin or red robin or whatever the hell theyre thinking. at this point). I think the NTT comics had him as a...journalist?? when deathstroke attacks him, he's got like a typewriter but idk if that was ever expanded upon. (also wouldnt that be kinda cute that Dick gets some inspo from superman with his alter ego as a journalist named Clark Kent? hm hm hm) Cy as a car mechanic was another idea i thought about! he was really big on cars in tt03. He's hard to think about along with bb and kory since they all kinda stand out A LOT. compared to rae and dick. Guess they can use Cy's ring technology and wear disguises!

[waksworldrebooted]

Some GoBots doodles (Transformers Rivalry stuff)

This started as a late April Fools' joke but I was too busy with other stuff to properly post them. I didn't plan to integrate them into the lore initially, but I figured out a way to put them into the series.

In this Transformers AU, the GoBots are meant to be this AU's version of the Nebulans. Due to excessive climate changes on Planet Nebulos, those on Camp Gobotron decided to build mechanical exoskeletons in the form of GoBots to survive in harsh weather after reverse engineering scraps of Cybertronian corpse debris that landed on their planet. Those in power and free were known as the Guardians, while those under the influence of the Decepticons back on Cybertron were known as the Renegades.

However, a familiar trio from each side managed to make their way to Earth and had their own adventures, all the while running into the Autobots and Decepticons from time to time.

GUARDIANS:

Leader One: The kind and noble head honcho of Camp Gobotron, a base on Nebulos.

Turbo: A macho brawler with a no-nonsense attitude

Scooter: The youngest and smallest of the team

RENEGADES:

Cy-Kill: A Gobot follower of Megatron, whom he idolizes, in which his plans carry out to vary degrees of success

Cop-Tur: A skilled security guard yet doesn't has the brightest ideas in the lot.

Crasher: Racer and earth sports enthusiast, fitted with EMP Boots that can allow her to cause destruction

[dandelionsandderivatives]

@moonlightredfern I think I promised you some sewing machine links! Here are all the places I go when I need help with my machines.

This one is no longer being updated, but it's being kept up as an archive. Lots of miscellaneous information here, and a few tutorials.

The OG! The site architecture hasn't been updated for about two decades, but I think you'll be just fine handling the navigation. Probably more useful for very entry-level questions.

I've used this site mostly to find manuals and attachment lists. I think since yours is a Singer, the Singer company should be able to get all of that for you, but I add it here for completeness.

A lovely old-school forum. Last I checked, it was still quite active.

This one was run by a guy who does industrial design. As I recall, it had a lot of detail and insight on why certain engineering/design choices were made.

If I remember any other helpful links, I'll post them!

[gender-goth]

CYBERNETIC PRNS && TITLES

day 4 of @wiredbeing 50 follower event — ✮

Pronouns

cy/cyber, cyb/cybernetic, wire/wires, sys/system or system/systems, data/datas, engine/engineer, control/controls, robot/robots, vir/virtual, AI/AIs, art/artificial, connect/connects or connect/connected, bio/bionic, bio/bios, comm/communication, holo/hologram, pro/project, intel/intelligent or intel/intelligence, mod/modify, code/codes, elec/electrical, pulse/pulses, inter/face, enhance/enhances, auto/autos, auto/automatic

Titles

The Artificial One, [Prn] Made Of Wires, The Enhanced Intelligence, The One Made Of Metal && Wires, [Prn] Who Is Created Artificially, The Modified Being (or any other noun of your preference), [Prn] Whose Systems Has Gone Haywire, The One Made Of Code, The Controlled One, [Prn] Who Is Created In A Lab, The Cybernetic One, [Prn] Who Is Wired By Various Systems

sorry I didn't have much ideas for this one T_T" I really tried

[clndstn-headmates]

Tenya Iida headmate please... Go wild... But no paraphilias per favore

soo, i went with a villain iida theme, i hope that's alright, but of course change anything that you need to

-Mod Cy

NAMES: Tenya Iida, 飯田天哉

AGE: 17

PRONOUNS: he/him

GENDERS: trans guy

SEXUALITY: straight/transhet

SOURCE: My Hero Academia

SPECIES: human

ROLE: avenger

TRANSIDS: transvigilante, mutoautistic, transhero2villain, transcyborg, transabled, transrheumatoidarthritis, transCIDP, transsevtics, transvillain, transinnocentharmful, transnoempathy, transASPD, transpsychopath, permasplit, transhyperkeratosis, transpurpura, transasthma, parelatian, transsemiverbal, nullremorse, transemotionallypainless, transmentallypainless, transbipolar

CISIDS: Japanese, pale skin, dark blue hair, blue eyes, glasses, quirk (Engine), autistic, BPD, OCD, PTSD, tics, fluctuating empathy, medically transitioned, motivated, hard-working, confident, loyal

PARAS: none

APPEARANCE:

art

[custards-neopronouns]

hi, could you provide some racing/car/or transformers related neos? really appreciate you doing these for people, it's super cool of you.

Thank you :] Much appreciated!

🏎🏁 Racing Car / Transformers Themed Pronouns (Very Big List!)

gear/gear/gears/gearself

race/car/racecars/racecarself

brake/brake/brakes/brakeself

ver/lever/levers/leverself

wind/shield/shields/windshieldself

drive/drive/drives/driveself

speed/speed/speeds/speedself

tire/tire/tires/tireself

skid/skid/skids/skidself

cel/accel/accels/accelerateself

gauge/gauge/gauges/gaugeself

fuel/fuel/fuels/fuelself

- gas/gas/gas's/gaself

- gas/sol/sols/gasolineself

steer/steer/steers/steerself

wheel/wheel/wheels/wheelself

mir/mirror/mirrors/mirrorself

axle/axle/axles/axleself

engine/engine/engines/engineself

motor/motor/motors/motorself

ex/exhaust/exhausts/exhaustself

auto/mobile/autos/automobileself

guise/disguise/disguises/disguiseself

form/transform/transforms/transformerself

auto/bot/bots/autobotself

decept/decepticon/decepticons/decepticonself

cy/cyber/cybers/cyberself

mech/mechanical/mechs/mechanicalself

[leggerefiore]

Headcanon that the 2nd time Cyrus and his Beloved have sex, (they are 19ish btw, very legal, he just hasn't got away from his shit parents yet) he has the house to himself and calls them over since he's lonely and restless. Maybe he disables the home security so there's no evidence of S/O coming by and just plays it off as the breaker flipped whenever his parents ask.

I have the mental image of S/O climbing a conviently located tree to get to his window and sneaking in that way (since we're assuming his family is prestigous and thus wealthy, it's fair to assume his family might have a gardner or housekeeper to hide from). Maybe he takes their hands to help them in like a gentleman

Once they're in, they wrap their arms around him and give him a kiss on the cheek. Next thing they know, they're pinned to the mattress and Cy's asking how far he's allowed to go.

Side note: would his parents have let him decorate his room, or would it have been the standard old-money, rich boy room with a handful of Cyrus-y things in it?

His room is probably very generic overall due to him not entirely being allowed to pursue his interests, but a few things would be there since he is just impossible to stop when it comes to machines. So maybe the toy robot from his youth, a toolbox, a few smaller unfished projects, and like maybe a fish tank? (For his Magikarp that later becomes his Gyarados. His parents thought he needed a pet or something.) Otherwise, it is very sterile and almost empty feeling.

Ironically, his own adult bedroom barely changes. He suits it more to his personal tastes but never fully dedicates things like he does his office. It was something instilled into him, he supposes. But, he does have more things related to his engineering hobby and technology around while also clearly having more space-themed decor items. It is more him while also still having a distance from him.

(Though, maybe, he goes crazy decorating Cyllene's nursery with a space theme. He wants to share his love for astronomy with her, too.)

Really, though, he probably goes feral over his partner when he gets his own place. Finally, he can do everything as he always wanted to. The first and only time he gets extremely horny repetitively, alas.