#I just adore the music and the mechs

[wherethesaladthingsare]

just finished rewatching iron blooded orphans, my heart is broken open again

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

How to Share Your Pet

Me first time writing for Transformers (please be gentle). I didn’t have any specific continuity in mind but maybe a little G1? Anyway….

Edit: here’s part 2 with just Shockwave

Shockwave x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, petplay, throat fucking, dirty talk, fingering, blow jobs, threesome, Shockwave shares Reader with Soundwave, size difference

“They’re well behaved,” Soundwave’s robotic vibrated his chasis as he leaned over you. Your legs spread open and wide on his lap.

“Aren’t they?” Shockwave rubbed the top of your head gently with his servo. He enjoyed the feeling of the organic fibers that grew out of you. They were so different from the cold metal plating that covered his own frame.

You pushed your head up against Shockwave’s servo basking in the affection he gave you. Your hands clung to Soundwave’s wrist plating as he sped up the thrusting of his fingers. You could see Shockwave’s optic enlarge at the loud wet noises your body made. “Inquiry: are they able to take spike within their valve?” Soundwave pushed his fingers as far they could go inside your wet heat.

“I have been training them to do so. Their valve can take three of my digits.” The way the two mechs talked about you like you weren’t even there made you clench around Soundwave’s fingers. They spoke about you like you were an animal in a zoo. You were Shockwave’s pet he had the honor of showing off to his colleagues. His pet he could play with however he chose.

Soundwave pushed another finger into your cunt making you arch your back and let out a pathetic whine. While his fingers weren’t as large as Shockwave’s he still stretched you deliciously.

Shockwave’s finials twitched observing his most prized pet have their sopping hole stretched overtop his closest colleague’s lap. He knew Soundwave had a soft spot in his spark for smaller creatures and he just knew the musical mech would adore you.

“How do Soundwave’s fingers feel?”

“So good…!”

“You’re practically dripping on his plating. Do you mind the mess, Soundwave?”

The blue mech only hummed too focused on spreading your hole open on his three digits. Your squelching cunt slobbered over his fingers hungrily taking in his digits with each thrust.

“They are small enough for my Rumble or Frenzy to spike,” Soundwave noted digging his fingers into you and swirling them around the inside of your pussy.

“They wouldn’t know how to be gentle.” Shockwave stroked your face with his thumb taking in the soft texture of his skin. Your mouth hung open panting and moaning at being so full. Shockwave took his opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth. Your plush lips wrapped around the metal appendage. At this point you were used to the metallic taste of your lover’s plating.

“I’ve trained you well,” Shockwave said to himself more so than you. His optic marveling at how you eagerly sucked at his thumb.

“Do they know how to suck spike?” Soundwave couldn’t help the excitement that rose in his voice and dripped behind his modesty plate.

“They are exceptionally well at servicing spike with their intake,” Shockwave pulled his thumb out slowly enjoying how you chased after his digit as it retreated.

“I would like to see.”

Soundwave pulled his fingers from your hole, the emptiness such a drastic difference from what you had gotten used to.

“Show him, pet,” Shockwave encouraged finally letting his modesty plate open with a hiss. His pressurized spike flopped out into his ready servo. Soundwave took the opportunity to open his interface panel letting his spike pressurize between your legs. The head of his cock rested against your chest, pink transfluid dripped against your skin.

You grabbed his spike with both hands earning a low rumble from Soundwave’s engine. You rubbed up the metal shaft taking in the texture. His biolights acting as speed bumps under your fingers. You parted your lips letting your pink tongue lay over the head of his spike. His transfluid hit your tongue with a strong acidic taste. You cringed a little at the sourness of his fluids earning a low chuckle from Shockwave.

You looked up to meet Shockwave’s gaze. Your eyes wandered over his frame from where his interface panel had opened to give his throbbing spoke relief in his servo to his broad chasis and finally his optic. You puckered your lips still maintaining eye contact with Shockwave as you pushed as much of Soundwave’s spike into your mouth.

The blue mech let out a groan, his autotuned voice exasperating the sound. A servo rested on your thigh while the other held the back of your head. Shockwave seemed to be enjoying the sight of his comrade being pleasured by his human pet.

You pulled your mouth slowly off Soundwave’s spike letting your tongue run all the way up to the head of his phallus before lifting your mouth off of him with a pop. You kissed around the leaky tip taking his pink transfluid against your lips.

All the while Shockwave twisted his servo up and down his spike. He was so pleased to be able to show off how well he trained you. Your small organic form so acclimated to Cybertronian anatomy by now. There was no way you could go back to your own species in search of a partner. Shockwave had thoroughly ruined you and he was so excited to share this knowledge with Soundwave.

You ground your pussy against the shaft of his spike while you continued licking and kissing at the tip. Soundwave helped guide your hips with his servos as he humped against you.

Shockwave moved closer so his spike was in your face. You looked up at him with love drunk doe eyes. He didn’t even have to tell you what he needed before you abandoned your work on Soundwave’s spike and moved on to servicing Shockwave with your soft mouth.

“They are incredible,” Shockwave said a slight shutter in his vents when he felt your lips on the tip of his spike. “I wouldn’t mind sharing them with you more often.” Shockwave stroked the top of your head tenderly.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave groaned as he rutted against your wet pussy.

Shockwave’s own trainsfluid leaked and dripped down your chin and onto Soundwave’s spike. Their collective fluid leaking onto your lap. Soundwave could feel his orgasm approaching. The feeling of your small plush body against him, your slippery human valve rutting up against his spike, the erotic visual of you sucking off Shockwave the entire time was becoming all too much.

“Are you close, Soundwave?” Shockwave almost mocked. He knew the feeling all too well. The overwhelming sensation of having a human in such a way. “They do not mind messes. I encourage you to release onto them.”

You moaned around the tip of Shockwave’s spike at the thought of being covered once again in transfluid. You bucked your hips trying to get more stimulation on your clit hoping to be able to cum with Soundwave.

“Overloading-“ Soundwave cut himself off with a deep rev of his engine as he shot spurts of transfluid against you. Your chest, neck and some of your lower jaw was smothered in the pink fluid. It dripped down your body like an erotic candy coating on a fruit.

“You did great work today, pet.” Shockwave grabbed the back of your head pushing his spike as deep as it could go into your mouth. You gagged and choked around the metal phallus while looking up at Shockwave with nothing but love. Your fingers scooped up some of Soundwave’s transfluid before smearing the pink slosh against your clit in frantic circles.

You hollowed out your cheeks trying to provide as much suction as you could to your beloved’s spike. His transfluid leaking down your throat as he practically choked you on his cock.

Soundwave huffed air out if his vents watching the scene before him. Shockwave really did do a great job training his little human.

Your whole body seized and shivered as your orgasm crashed into you. The warm wet feeling flooding through your stomach and pelvis. You whined, tears coming to your eyes as you pushed through your orgasm still rubbing your fingers against your clit.

“Good pet,” Shockwave said his vocalizer a little shaky from how you sucked on his spike. “You can stop when I overload.”

You nodded eagerly doing your best to work through the electric jolts of overstimulation whirring through your clit while taking care of Shockwave’s massive spike.

Soundwave helped by pushing your head forward forcing more of Shockwave’s spike down your throat. You winced and gagged earning an appreciative exvent of steam from Shockwave.

“Service your master well,” Soundwave ordered guiding your head back and forth along Shockwave’s spike. “They usually do,” Shockwave replied enjoying the scene before him.

You could tell by the glitch in Shockwave’s optic that he was close. His servo reached out encompassing Soundwave’s as he held your head. You gagged as transfluid started to seep from the corners of your lips. The mech before you shivered as he stilled your head letting the warmth of your mouth ride him through his orgasm.

When Soundwave finally pulled you off of Shockwave’s spike you couldn’t help but cough as you tried swallowing everything Shockwave gave you.

A giant servo came to rub at your back as you choked through your swallowing. “Do not try to swallow my entire ejaculation,” Shockwave scolded. “You will rupture your esophagus doing so.”

“Inquiry: what will Shockwave and Soundwave have for our spikes then?” Soundwave added making you cough this time not from Shockwave’s overload dripping down your chin and from the corners of your lips but from the blatant flirting.

“Soundwave is correct,” Shockwave replied guiding your face to look up at him by your chin. “I will need to keep you in good health if we are to maintain our favorite toy.”

[bugboioli23]

Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you. 

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south. 

“Uhm…  ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg. 

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions. 

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame. 

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you. 

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire. 

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh. 

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon. 

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further. 

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust. 

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need. 

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late. 

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder. 

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.” 

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike. 

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words. 

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation. 

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips. 

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened  around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts. 

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets. 

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels. 

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh. 

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi! Longtime lurker here, I adore your writing and all the oneshots you publish. Do you have any cute headcanons about Optimus and Elita’s relationship (for instance, how they met, deciding to become Conjuxed, and other miscellaneous stuff)?

That I do! I love them very much your honor, so let me specify based on continuity. For now, lets stick to G1. I've had longer to think about them.

G1

Orion and Ariel met in a barfight. Orion decked someone for making nasty comments about Ariel and she in turn decked Orion thinking he was the one being gross.

They made up afterwards with a drink and proceeded to dance the night away, promptly exchanging communication lines.

Once Orion figured out where Ariel worked and after they had been talking for a while, he marched across Iacon in order to sign on at her depot.

Dion thought he was nuts but came along because he enjoyed the drama.

Orion made it a point to be a gentlemech even while working at the docks. He would carry anything heavier than a cat for Ariel's and would go out of his way to get her energon for her so she didn't have to stand in line for rations.

They began courting after Orion got into yet another fist fight in Ariel's defense. He got his face busted in, and while Ariel helped him get patched up, Orion blurted out that he couldn't just let other mechs touch her.

Ariel took that personally and proceeded to become just as devoted as Orion. This earned the duo many gags and amusing reactions from their fellows who referred to them as the "lovebirds".

Ariel and Orion never actually managed to be Conjunxed as dock workers. That came later when they met under the light of Luna 1 before the Exodus late into the war. Optimus brought Elita-One the last crystal rose he could find and asked her to be his Conjunx right there.

She agreed and they spent a mere three cycles together before having to go their separate ways. But Elita wore a simple pendant with contained a petal of that single rose. Optimus for his part carried the piece of Elita's antennae that had been torn off in combat.

During the war, when they were able, Optimus and Elita would call each other by their old names and dance under the stars, singing wild songs from the docks while playing music that didn't match the mood in the slightest.

When the war ended, Elita wept for Optimus during his many moments of death. But after each miraculous return, they would always reaffirm their oaths to each other. Usually with a few soft touches.

Post war, Elita and Optimus are the most sappy couple to have ever become a thing. They are constantly calling each other nicknames like "honey", "Sweetspark", "pooch" (that one is elita's and only for when she's feeling mischievous), "My forever", and Optimus's favorite, "My rose." (For obvious reasons).

They openly wear very obvious marks of their conjunxing now that they aren't being attacked left, right, and center. Elita keeps her pendant but also loves to have a little engraving of Optimus's pet name for her on her neck guard. Slightly scandalous, but she enjoys it, especially because Optimus has "pooch" written on his inner thigh where only she and the very observant can see.

They are also very good at being quiet about their activities as a couple. But when they feel like shooing mecha away, they love to get sappy and gross everyone out of the room.

They are also notoriously dramatic when the situation isn't serious. Put them in a war room and neither will so much as smile. But give them a minor issue, and they can and will make fun of those who are enduring some slight embarrassment.

Whenever Optimus takes on a new apprentice (adopts a child-), Elita has been known to mother them relentlessly in her own way. Some get beat around in training, others get homemade goodies. Others still may end up getting actually adopted.

Rodimus still has no idea that technically he's Optimus and Elita's on paper. Only Kup and Ultra Magnus know. Both think its hilarious and have no intention of telling poor Rodimus anytime soon.

[moonlight-tmd]

Hi there! Hope you are having a great day!

Do you have any shattered glasses blitzbee ideas or headcanons?

Oh, shattered glass huh? Let's see, hmmm.

SG!Blitzwing's personalities are inverted (obviously); Icy=Happy, Hotheat=Scaredycat, Random=Deadpan. It would be quite a disaster if the two variants met.

SG!Bumblebee is silent, scared and obedient in contrast to his talkative, cocky and rebellious self. He's been thru so much abuse; mental and physical, all thanks to his teammates.

When the two began meeting, Bee was super skittish. Even going as far as faking fights when they were all alone in fear someone might actually be there. It was a while before Bee got enough courage to stop acting and start enjoying his time with the new friend.

Blitzwing, having no impulse control, probably spilled the beans to his bestie Lugnut about the little autobot boyfriend he got. These two are just fangirling in Blitz's room much to everyone's confusion.

(Side note; Lugnut does not like Megatron much. He does what's told but other that that he only tolerated him.)

Bee and Blitz did not start dating after a heartfelt confession, Blitz literally just picked Bee up after x amount of meetings and declared they are dating now. Bee just rolled with it, he didn't really know how to say "no".

Bee may be scared and silent but he's an effective and quick killer. He was used to being send on quick in-and-out missions to eliminate targets he even if he's small and cowardly, he's dangerous and not to be trifled with. Blitzwing doesn't care, he just loves this tiny adorable grounder to bits.

Blitzwing made it his mission to be Bee's emotional support pet- eh, mech? Same thing. The point is he will not leave Bee alone for more than few minutes, Bee has anxiety and will hide if it gets too bad.

When Bee wants to speak he will only do so in sign language. Very rarely does he speak with his voice to others, only doing that when Blitzwing is near. He speaks the most when he and Blitz and all alone, only Blitzwing is allowed to hear his voice like that.

SG!Bee's paintjob is white with black accents, SG!Blitz's paintjob is gray with teal and black. Color of the faces is following; blue=yellow, red=green, black=white.

Somewhere in the time of Bee being with the cons, Blitz brought back a cat for them to take care of. It grew to be a big maine coon and Blitz calls it their baby.

Bee finds it calming to water and take care of plants. It's not a big obsession, he just has a little corner with potted plants to sit and relax in. He likes the ones that flower most.

Usually Bee wouldn't join Blitz in his spontaneous dances out in the open, Blitzwing doesn't make him dance with him either. But when they're all alone Blitzwing puts on slow and sensual music for them to hold each other and sway back and forth in a gentle waltz.

That's all i can think of for now, have a nice day!

[dionysism]

okay fuck it tier list of every greek mythology or greek myth inspired musical i've listened to (so far)

with, if you care, short reviews for each below the cut. i'm like half asleep but take my poorly organized thoughts

paris the musical

this one is my all time favorite of all the ones listed here. the musical scores and vocals are just on another level. it's a rock opera so it's got guitar solos and the songs are so catchy. business is my favorite track i could loop it for weeks. i also love their patroclus characterization and i am obsessed with achilles in this unironically one of my top patroachilles adaptations of all time and the musical isn't even about them 😭😭 AND PARIS... the actual focus of the musical, i love this take on him too. it's kinda comical but also actually tragic at the same time. which i mean. paris is kinda comical but ultimately tragic in general so its fair 💀 things definitely go down differently in this than in the iliad though like agamemnon and the greeks are actually planning to invade troy before paris even shows up to take helen and ulysses (odysseus) is the only one who thinks this is stupid. he does manage to convince the rest of them to maybe Not, but then paris takes helen after what's supposed to be him going there to strike a trade deal. and agamemnon uses that as the perfect excuse to justify something he already wanted to do unprovoked anyway. also agamemnon and menelaus were going to violate xenia and kill paris in their home after making him a guest (again, before he does anything with helen) which was ?!?!!? but like similar to epic this is more like an au to me than a faithful iliad adaptation. i also love this helen characterization and the whole dynamic between hector paris and cassandra i wish i could put them all in my mouth and chew them up

ulysses dies at dawn

this is another great one. i will say this is the only album from the mechs i've listened to and the band itself has a whole ton of lore so there may be details i'm missing but i love it so much. this is definitely more of an inspired by tale—takes place in the future (i think?) on a planet that's entirely machine and metal and all animals and natural life is extinct. and all the characters are named after greek mythos characters and they have similar stories to their original counterparts but adapted to this futuristic universe and it's just so unbelievably cool. also ulysses nonbinary in this?! (the narrator says the records are lost to time and we can't be sure if ulysses was a "man, woman, both, or neither" and only refer to them with they/them pronouns) anyway i won't say too much on this one because the story tells itself and i don't want to spoil but GO LISTEN this album is fantastic

hadestown

this one i think is the most popular/well known on this list so most of you have probably heard of it but i'll still give my review. everything about this musical is incredible. i absolutely adore this take on orpheus and eurydice. and this is a take on persephone and hades i don't totally hate (because usually i do) and the way at times they paralleled orpheus to hades??? there was a quote i read from its wiki page once that sums it up pretty well, from todd osborne, "it is a musical both about how art can save us and how, especially in an apocalyptic world, hope might be the only thing we have left." just such a beautiful musical and beautiful story and the themes and messages like stop i could talk about this musical for hours let me stop

for epic i've already summed up most of my thoughts on it here

theseus the musical

um. i'm not going to lie there's multiple parts of this where i do not know what they are saying. i have auditory processing issues and i usually really need the lyrics and i cannot find any anywhere for this so i'm kinda just going on vibes. but the songs are catchy and i like the parts i do understand 😭 and well i love theseus. dearly. my little princess with a disorder my freakazoid i want to trap him in a jar like a bug and shake him around his enclosure. i'll kind of take literally anything i can get on him

penelope off broadway

full title is penelope or how the odyssey was really written and this is such a fun one. this is a comedy musical and the premise is that the epic poem, the odyssey, actually comes from fake letters penelope wrote to stall the suitors in odysseus' absence. so she's just making shit up like "umm... my men got turned into pigs so i'm gonna be late sorry babe :/" and signing it as odysseus. obviously not the most accurate characterizations but again its more of a comedy spinoff than a faithful retelling. telemachus also gets a cute little romance. (spoilers ahead if you care) they scared me for a second i thought they were having it that odysseus cheated penelope and she was gonna leave him but that's not the case and it has a happy ending so <3 this one is just so funky and silly like if you want a lighthearted not super serious musical you will love this it's really adorable and the woman who plays penelope's voice is incredible like omg some of the high notes she hits??? woah

jasper in deadland (tw suicide mention)

this one is also an inspired by/based on tale where jasper (orpheus) follows his friend agnes (eurydice) into deadland in an attempt to get her back from what was either an accident or a suicide attempt (but most likely suicide) he runs into various figures from greek norse and egyptian mythology and like it wasn't bad or anything really the songs just weren't catchy enough for me. i'm not gonna lie that's literally my only issue. i just cannot get into it and listen to it multiple times if it's not catchy enough. but the plot is cute!!

percy jackson the musical

i just don't personally care for percy jackson, sorry. never really did. you'd think as a greek mythology obsessed child i'd eat it up and i mean as a kid i did like it a little but i don't know it just never hooked me. i've tried to get back into it but it's even less enjoyable to me now unfortunately. the songs weren't catchy (to me) and i didn't like the lyrics either. it's not necessarily a bad musical. it's just not my thing

aristos the musical

sorry it just kinda felt like tsoa the musical to me and i immediately couldn't enjoy it 😭😭 that's literally all i have to say

[iheartpeppino]

I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write what I find most attractive or appealing about each Pizza Tower character!

Peppino Spaghetti - His superhuman strength and speed is extremely impressive, and watching him in action is immensely satisfying. Also, the fact he takes the time to save the bosses from the crumbling Pizza Tower shows he has a caring heart. I'm also very fond of how expressive Peppino is, and I'm also quite fond of his design in general; he's a middle-aged, balding overweight man yet I find him very handsome.

Gustavo - Admittedly, I find Gustavo quite handsome and even cute. I also like that he's supposed to be a Mario expy whose partner is Rick the Hamster instead of Yoshi; it's an interesting spin. It's also nice Gustavo cares enough about Peppino that he's willing to help him take on the Pizza Tower, even if it means facing giant rats. I found out not too long ago that Gustavo has a son... but he's not married? Is he divorced? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD DIVORCE GUSTAVO!? HE'S SUCH A NICE GUY WHAT THE HECK!?

Brick - Just like all the Stupid Rats, Brick is super adorable. One look at those eyes and I'm done. He's too cute. I love him. I want a Stupid Rat plushie and I want it NOW.

Mr. Scott Stick - This bald, skinny twig of a man... is admittedly handsome in my eyes. He's a jerk who scams desperate people for money, but GOSH... I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Mr. Stick can get it. He's a cutie. Is it the suit? I dunno, maybe. That, and he's apparently a huge dork when he's not scamming people... which I find endearing, oddly.

Phil Pepperman - This pepper is an absolute unit with a big grin and striking blue eyes. I wouldn't call myself a simp, but I understand completely why some people find Pepperman attractive. Personally, I find his pseudo-intellectual personality off-putting, but he is quite good-looking for a pepper.

Vigert Ebenezer Lantte - He's an older guy with a cowboy motif and a great sense of justice and responsibility. How can you not find that attractive? Yes, I know he's a cheese slime, who cares! Don't think I haven't seen people simp over this guy and draw him as a human, either!

Theodore "The" Noise - I'm not a Noise simp by any stretch, but if there is one thing I can say that's attractive about him... it would be his youthful spirit. Yes, The Noise is a manchild, but that's not always a bad thing.

Noisette - She's a very silly little lady whom I find very cute. I appreciate that her design is just as goofy as her boyfriend's, too.

Fake Peppino - What can I say? He's a monster, and I'm a monster lover. I like that he's adorable, silly, AND super deadly! I wanna kiss the frog man, if he'll let me.

Pizzaface - I've seen people draw this mech with a big, beefy body. I get it. Pizzaface's design is appealing, why wouldn't you give him a beefy body to match how powerful he is...?

Pizzahead - HANDSOME UNHINGED SILLY-ASS PIZZA CLOWN MAKES MY MIND GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. The sheer autism I have for this guy is unreal. His laugh, his design, his obsession with Peppino, his weird motivations... HE'S NUTS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Pillar John - Uh... I like his hat? I mostly find John intimidating due to his sheer size and that damned Meatophobia music that plays when you go near him...

Gerome - He has a neat design. I've seen some interesting fan art of him hooking up with pretty girls who are much taller than he is. Good for him, honestly.

BONUS: Maurice Spaghetti - He looks like Peppino but with more hair and facial hair... in other words, handsome. Too bad his personality is utterly abysmal!

[monsterblogging]

Quotes from the Pacific Rim commentary re: Guillermo del Toro's aesthetic decisions

"You cannot do world creation without filling in with texture and detail."

...

"People think that world creation - movie, for example - is the big gestures. But it isn't. It's all this small details. Look at the markings. Look at the vehicles that open the doors. Look at the banners and the markings in the crawler that moves the robot. Everything is full of detail. We designed this."

....

"We going to what I call gothic tech, or goth tech. Which is to go right away into a world that is rusting, that is in decay, where you have the concrete is cheap, the paint is chipping off, the armors in the robots is dented, it's sort of pitted and they feel like knights, like these ancient knights, and we start accumulating, for example, atmosphere."

...

"I wanted the movie to be very romantic, but not romantic in the Harlequin novel sense or the romance novel sense of the word. I wanted it to be romantic in its epicness. You know, I wanted it to feel like an opera. I wanted it to feel dramatic. So instead of doing this in a well-lit street in New York I wanted this first fight to happen in an almost like, the middle of a romantic painting, like Caspar David Friedrich is a romantic painter I adore. And I wanted very much for it to happen in the rain in the middle of a tempest in an ocean where the waves are crashing into them. And the water throughout the movie becomes an incredibly complex expressive element."

...

"We're going to go from the biggest, the widest, to the little bug of a pilot crawling out of the helmet. Isolate Raleigh. You know, we isolate Raleigh. I'm telling the story: Look at the markings on his suit, the burn marks on his skin, those are going to become scars that he's going to carry for the rest of the movie. And I'm telling you this is when we started losing. This was the price for arrogance, this was the price for youth, and we're staining the white with red. I'm trying to build a character not just by the work of the actor, but by the storytelling with audiovisual elements."

...

"And look at this, Raleigh's all introduced in this one color, he'd golden, gold colors, and he's all coated in warm greens and earth tones and the light that is bathing him is always golden, and it's about that color coming together with Mako's dominant color, and Pentecost in this case, which is connected with Mako, which are blue."

...

"So this, we come to the scene where they meet for the first time. And I have color-coded this scene entirely in those two colors, in the blue and the ambers. You know, the bright ambers and the blue, the sort of cyan blue. And this is Mako meeting Raleigh, so the entire thing needs to be color-coded like that. And Mako's blue, because I'm making her origin to the kaiju, the kaiju blue, the blood of the kaiju - but also you will see in a few minutes a memory. A memory that is all color-coded in blue and splashes of red in her past as a child. And that blue has stained her hair. Even her hair has this strands of blue because she cannot get rid of that memory. She carries it in her."

...

"We color-coded, for example, the Chinese robot, we color-coded it red and gold and is patterned after medieval armor, and it needs to feel Chinese in essence, it needs to respond to martial arts movements; its musical theme is very strong."

...

"And here again we have now a robot, a Jaeger, that is designed, a mech that is designed to resemble a T-series Russian tank, color-coded like that, with like a cooling tower from a nuclear reactor on top."

...

"And we introduce Striker Eureka, the Australian Jaeger, which is designed a little bit like an all-terrain vehicle and color-coded with the outback camouflage colors and is the most masculine of the robots, of the Jaegers, of the mech, and is very much testosterone-driven."

...

"We talked about the color red; well, here it becomes very important. We have these characters fighting that is very very color-coded to be warm; we have a lot of reddish art direction here. We color-coded this arena in black and red. The stakes, the wood, the machines, the color of the light hitting the machines, the symbols on the wall, everything is permeated with red. Because again, I wanted red to symbolize sort of the heart. And Mako's going to find her heart and Raleigh's going to find his heart, or life, by connecting with Mako. We saw him bleeding - the last time we saw red with any importance other than the Chinese robot was when he was bleeding in the beach."

...

"And again, red coming in and linking these three characters; these three characters are the heart of the movie, you know. And blood for nobility and mortality is what makes us human. And Pentecost and Raleigh and Mako are the heart of the film."

...

"And now we start bringing, literally, bringing the crazy colors into the film. I wanted to color code this movie, bring it as close as possible to a living anime, or a living incarnation of a magazine that was very important for me growing up, which is Heavy Metal with Angus McKie, Richard Corben, Chris Foss, all these guys working with super primary colors, and I wanted to bring that saturation of colors to this, and for that I needed Hannibal Chau to meet Newt in Hong Kong."

...

"In shooting the film, we then came to the final moment and again, these three characters, Mako, Raleigh, and Pentecost, which have existed in a blue-amber world start to come to a red space, you know? This is the first time we used this red space properly in this film. Other than the Chinese robot, we were very careful with not coding anything in red. But now, at the end of the adventure, everybody's coming away. And at the end of the life, at the end of their life, that is Mako, Raleigh, everybody's gonna find this light is red. And now I can talk to you about the way I sort of organized the three fights for Raleigh. I wanted one fight with the kaiju to be the fight where he loses someone. He loses his brother in the beginning. That's where he bleeds red, you know? Then the second fight in Hong Kong is where he gains a partner. He loses a partner in the first fight, he gains a partner on the second fight. And in this final fight, he saves that partner. So, it's a full circle. I show him in the construction area in the beginning sitting in a sort of throne of concrete, if you remember, when he meets Pentecost; he made an incomplete circle. And here he completes that circle."

[that-creature-thing]

Ok It's rambling time! I think I like rambling into the void on here so I'll probably do it more often lol

It's amazing how easily music can flip a switch in my brain lol maybe detrimental to my inspiration but what can ya do!

I have playlists for AUs so I have this one inspired by Vicious by Bohnes where Prowl is a dancer at the Cybertronian equivalent of a strip club. He loves it. He's a bad bitch that will absolutely fuck you up if you piss him off.

Here comes Jazz, he can't afford the club but he's a sneaky fucker. He's great at pickpocketing! He sees Prowl up there working the pole and is instantly smitten. He needs a night with this mech!

So he hits up the bartender, and of course it's Swerve. I love him so much and thought it would be cute if he and cunty Prowl were Amica. So Jazz is trying to get the deets on that sexy dancer and Swerve looks him up and down and is just... Shakes his head with an apologetic smile "She (I like the idea Prowl is gender fluid/non binary) will eat you up and spit you out, mech"

No one ever listens to Swerve though, despite the fact he's never wrong when it comes to Prowl. Jazz is no exception lol

Here comes Prowl, completely ignores Jazz as he tries to say hi like a love struck teenager, and plants a kiss on Swerve's cheek! Then, shoots a glare at Jazz and asks, "He bothering you?"

Jazz sputters "Wha-? So that's how it is? You coulda just said he's already taken-"

Prowl cuts him off with a scowl "What?”

"Sorry sweetspark, this mech's pining for ya. Tried to scare 'em off... But you know how they get," Swerve sighs.

"You're making him seem like a psycho!" Jazz squawks.

Prowl smiles wickedly, flashing fangs. "Maybe I am..." He grabs Jazz and kisses him fiercely, biting his lip in the process before shoving him away.

Lip bleeding, Jazz stumbles in a daze.

"You should run along now, little mech," Prowl purrs, watching Jazz like a predator. Oh he would absolutely devour this cute little mech. He could definitely ruin his life...

"Jazz, 'm Jazz. Do you uh... Take shanix for a uh, ya know..." Jazz asks with only a slight warble to his tone.

"Honey, I don't think you can afford me," Prowl smirks, looking him up and down again.

"H-how much for a night?"

"A night?!" Swerve cuts in. "You can't be-"

Prowl states his rates. (It's a lot)

Jazz deflates, knees nearly giving out. But he straightens up with a look of determination. "I-I can get it! I can! I'll be back!" He grins confidently and takes an abrupt leave.

Swerve just shakes his head. "Poor kid has no idea what he's getting into..."

"Mmm... He's quite adorable," Prowl's tongue dances over his fangs.

"You are a cruel mistress," Swerve chuckles.

Jazz manages to scrounge up the shanix. Even enough to get himself cleaned up before he returns. He's absolutely NOT prepared for the danger that comes with wheedling his way into Prowl's life. While Jazz is far from being a saint and has no compunction against engaging in illegal activities, Prowl is on an entirely different level.

One of these days, I will write this fic! I literally started conceptualizing it uuuuh, according to my discord notes, 09/20/2023! A year tomorrow lmao

[spikezonebby]

Hello, can I request for your event? Mostly for the way you said angst was okay, can I request an angst one with "killing me softly" with Soundwave, pretty please?

Killing Me Softly - ES! Soundwave/GN!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,370

You adored music. Nothing carried your thoughts, your feelings, your raw and unique perspective on the human experience, quite like a song.

Imagine your surprise when one evening, on the graveyard janitor’s shift at G.H.O.S. T, your earbuds died but you were still hearing music. The Decepticon cell block was always eerily quiet, save for the low electrical hum of the energon force fields or the occasional snarl and snort. That night, you turned the corner down Block B, following the growing sound of music, and found the source:

A towering Decepticon warrior resting back against the far wall, painted in sleek grey, midnight blue, and striking cherry red. He sat with his legs bent, bobbing his helm with every beat that played from the speaker system embedded in his chassis. And even though he didn’t have a mouth or eyes to speak of, you could have sworn you saw something alight behind that visor.

A familiar kinship. A love of the rhythm and jive. 

Hypnotized, you pad closer to the humming pink field. Your broom and dustpan laid forgotten against the wall, job abandoned in favor of the entracing draw. The mech doesn’t move when you approach, and if anything, he grows more still. You could feel his gaze on you, warm and electric, investigating you.

You felt transparent, like your body was see-through and his attention was tracing the lines of your very bones. 

“Hey.” You try, reaching up and resting your weight against the smooth, cool metal side panel beside the controls. “Didn’t think you guys could get radio down here.”

The con says nothing, just cocks his helm at you. And then, with a click, the music stops and there’s dead silence. Perhaps you had offended him, you think. Perhaps you had stumbled across a prison break attempt and now the con before you was trying to make up a convincing lie.

There’s another click, and then a new song begins to play. You recognize it in an instant, same and same album. You listened to them routunely down here while you mopped the floors and dusted the vents.

“You… like hip hop, huh? Soul music?”

The con raises his head to get a better look at you, and finally, nods. Well, it was more like an ambivalent shrug. He sits up a little straighter, resting the back of his helm against the wall as the music plays, quietly tapping his pede to it.

“So you just have that whole album on shuffle?”

“It MUST be. That or he loves torturing my audials.” Another mech from the cellblock next door sneers.

���Affirmative.” It’s the first time you hear him speak, and his voice is deep but laid in static and synth. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant but you wondered if that was just a filter from his mask or if he really did sound like that. “Starscream: Not invited to conversation.”

“I’d hardly call it a conversation when you’re just staring at them, Soundwave.” Starscream huffs.

Soundwave… a fitting name, you think.

“If I knew you guys liked hip hop, I would have brought my mini speaker. My earbuds have been getting abused over these night shifts.”

To illustrate your point, you shake your little pack of buds with a notable tink-tink sound and then dump them out onto your palm. One of them was wholly broken and the other was clearly on its last legs, held together with a thin strip of clear tape. The con, Soundwave, perks up a bit. A light passes through his visor, like he’s scanning something.

“Soundwave: Requests device.”

“My earbuds? Uhhh…” 

Soundwave stands up from the far side of the cell, and it’s then that you realize how much wholly bigger than you he really was. He nearly has to get down on all fours just to be somewhat level with you, but settles for sitting on one knee beside the console panel. Your gaze shifts to the panel, and the little delivery slot below the keypad.

The cells weren’t built with any way to shut down only part of the grid, so delivery slots were installed in the consoles to deliver things like energon rations through. Like normal prison cells.

“Why do you want them?”

“You mentioned a mini speaker. Earbuds are composed of similar components required to build one.”

It was sound logic, and you figured as a giant alien robot he’d probably be somewhat equipped to know how to do something like that. But the bigger question lingered.

“Why? Why do you want to do that? That desperate for other tunes?”

You briefly see Starscream’s disgruntled face lean into view up over one of Soundwave’s shoulders, only to puff and duck away like a putout peacock. Soundwave is, of course, stoic and stalwart in his explanation. 

“Battle with Autobot Scum: Damaged recall banks. Soundwave: Cannot access most audio files.”

“‘Recall banks.’ So like, your memory?” You frown, you couldn’t imagine not being able to even remember some of your favorite songs.

“Affirmative.”

Mind made up, you pop the slot open and drop your damaged earbuds and case inside. As soon as you close it up, they dump out onto a flat tray on Soundwave’s side of the field for him to use. He picks the pieces up, scans them, examines them, and gets to work. He doesn’t seem to mind you watching him as he reassembles the pieces into new shape, twisting or tugging tiny tiny wires with tools that he has hidden away in his arms.

He plugs the very last wire in and pops together the two halves of the case. Once used to hold the earbuds, now it housed the speaker entirely. It was a little rough but it certainly looked like a speaker. Once it powers up, it hooks automatically to your phone and starts to play the last song you’d listened to, blasting it at impressive volume. Loud enough you actually flinch.

“That’s incredible! How did you…” You turn to look up at his face, stopping your question before it even fully forms, “Right, dumb question.”

This time Soundwave drops the speaker into the slot and closes it. You retrieve your little gift, enamored with this ultra powerful micro speaker already. You look it over, flick through your playlists, only briefly mourning your earbuds.

“Thank you, Soundwave.”

“You are welcome. Request: Play something besides hip hop.”

“FINALLY.” Starscream whines.

“Request change: Play hip hop louder.”

You can’t help but giggle a little, and you decided to compromise. “I’ll play a mix of stuff from now on. And if you remember anything you like, you can tell me and I’ll look it up next time. Ya know, to thank you.”

Soundwave stares at you a moment, helm cocking to the side before he gives you a minute nod. “Conditions: Acceptable.”

Content, you head back to work and put on a mixed playlist of various things. Back with Soundwave and Starscream though, the Seeker has more than a few questions. Questions, of course, filed down into barbs and wit rather than actual polite queries.

“Not happy with your little gaggle of minicons anymore? Felt the need to try and adopt a human into the fold?”

“Negative. Befriending human is simple strategy.” 

Soundwave leans back away from the front field, giving himself enough distance to open his cassette dock and let Ravage out. Immediately the Minicon cat curls up around his shoulders, carrying in her intake a ball of wires that she finds herself content to bat around and mangle.

“...They didn’t check to see if you used all the pieces.” Starscream remarks, icy blue optics widening in realization. “A small favor here breeds gratitude.”

“Gratitude breeds security. Security breeds sloppiness.”

“I was wondering why you lied about some so-called ‘recall banks.’ Thought yourself clever for that one, huh? Making up words to trick a stupid little organic that wouldn’t know better?”

“Soundwave: Does not think clever. Soundwave: Is clever.”

“Tch.” The seeker rolls his optics, turning his back on the other con with a puff and flourish. As if he had anywhere else to go in his cell besides pacing back and forth. “Very well. You have my permission to continue your insidious work.”

Soundwave simply stares at the back of the seeker’s helm. As if he needed permission.

[alastair-1205]

Episode 18 reactions

Oh my fucking god he fucking dead

Damn he’s like fucked up fucked up

I do kinda love how Geo’s just been around with the ninja tho. That’s been nice

Lloyd: fucking in a coma Me: haha gay ppl

SORAS OUT FOR BLOOD LMAO 

Valid tho

Stfu Z 

Arin is gonna stab someone calling it now

Wyld is shocked at the audacity of this bitch lmao

SHES GONNA SHANK A BITCH LMAO

Yea taking her powers was smart lmao good fro you Robie

Damn deja vu lol. She must hate being dragged away like that again

THE HUSBANDS BE SHARING LOOKS

She’s got a crush and Arin has suspisions. I still don’t think it’s him tho

ARIN REALLY DOESNT LIKE SORA RN MAN

I respect her mindset tbh like fuck yea prove ur man inst evil

That wasn’t what ur parents meant Arin. Arin no-

LMAO I FUCKING LOVE WYLDFYRE. Seeing her and Arin interact is so fun 

Sora v Frack!

They’ve gotta have more than 4 elements by now stop lying to me show 

Hey she remembered Jordy’s name!!

YOU MAY BE CLOSER TO TO THE TRUTH THAN YOU THINK THERE SORA. STOP JINXING SHIT

Badass fight is badass

DONT DO IT FRACK LISTEN TO ARIN 

FUCK YEA GET IT

Oh Ras is gonna murder a teenager

You good Sora??

JOIN THE NINJA FRACK :(((((

I love himmmmmm he just wanted to learnnnnn

OMG THEYRE NERDS

Jordy knows she’ll be able to solve it that’s so cool yes I love that

Ha the 5 don’t know math L

AWWWWWW

They like each other this is fucking precious

Ooh that was a cool transition

Maybe it was Bleckt. Or Ras. He’s still a viable option for me.

What game is this?? I wanna play it lol

AW THE NICKNAME

This is adorable I like them together 

He’s so sneaky! The sneakiest!

THE FUCKING YOGA BALL HELP

They don’t tolerate each others bullshit I love it

Damn. You know what yea fair enough that tracks 

SEE IT WAS RAS

Rip Lloyd. Hi Geo. Theme of this episode

Props to Arin for putting his anger aside for the mission 

MORE VISIONS

I think destiny keeps kicking him out so he can talk to the dragons tbh

SEE YEA IT WAS BASICALLY A SLASH TO THE CHEST 

They could have given him bandages at least to show it 

If I had a nickel for every time Lloyd woke up like this 

But damn those stakes are upped now

That man is not doing good-

HOW MANY GHOSTS ARE THERE WHAT

LMAO COLE I love him so much

Killer jellyfish?

SORAS SO HAPPY

Lowkey that’s her fucking dad 

God he can never catch a break. Let Lloyd rest 2024 christ 

He’s fought worse odds. I believe

I take it back. Don’t let Lloyd rest. Cuz now Sora’s gotta get her ass beat 

I love Robie’s delivery here lol. But yea Lloyd must look like hell warmed over 

Lloyd would have won. I believe 

FUCK YEA COLE GET UR MOMS MECH 

Oh I really don’t trust someone else having Lloyds powers tbh 

Like that feels like a really bad idea 

YEA GET IT SORA BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

2/2 on biology saving the day 

Speaking of are Kai and Bonzel ok??

NEW LILY SCREENSHOT WE FUCKING WIN THIS SEASON EVERYONE GO HOME

Also Cole has a cool outfit 

This is totally cheating but I’m ok with that 

THE MUSIC

MotM music is my favorite in the whole show man it goes so hard every time 

OH ALL THE GHOSTS ARE WU

BUT ALSO HOLY SHIT FINALLY WU. 

We got Wu before Pixal :(

[karimwillia]

Shuri and Rihanna’ Son Prince Akenti is growing fast. He is the future of Wakanda. This is a little about him as he is grows to a teenager.

Akenti is a serious child always has been. His life is full of love laughter and fun but he just was always serious.

His skin is a deep brown color, with big soulful eyes.

People say he looks like Shuri but his personality comes from Riri.

He is very inventive, curious, creative, bold and confident like Mother Riri.

He loves to train with his Cousin Prince T’Challa and he dreams of being the first Black Panther with a modified mech suit.

Riri loves to dress him traditionally Wakandan but Shuri refuses and dresses him in more American clothing especially tennis shoes.

His Mother’s adore him and they take him on most of, if not all non conflict missions/peace summits with the Avengers

He likes music and he loves to dance he shares his Mother Shuri’s taste in music.

He tries so many activities trying to find his thing. Martial Arts, Music, Design and Fabrication all catch his interest.

Over time he becomes one of the main fabricators for his Mother Riri’s mech suits. He also consults on the designs for the newest Wakandan vehicles and aircrafts. He’s been doing it since he was 12.

He is a 2nd degree black belt in Taekwondo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu and Capoeira at only 15.

His Dora Sheme Nambani and Asha Niro were chosen for him when they where all 5 years old. They began formal training at 9 years old and they are very tight. He adores Asha his Mother Shuri thinks it’s a crush.

S’Yair Zuba is his other very close friend the young men are like brothers.

These HC take place in an alt comic universe where our girls are Parents. I think I want to write a full Prince Akenti Udaku story let me know if you want it.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998 @shurixriri @shuriris-stuff

[petitelepus]

Hello! 👋 Could I get a yandere, normal and Humans are cute au! Transformers Prime matchup (as a human), please? 🐅 I've read the rules and I hope that I didn't do anything wrong by accident (and counted the words right!).

I'm 18+ and transmasc, so nsfw is fine. Gotta love the big alien bots! I use he/him or they/them pronouns. I'm demisexual and attracted to men.

I'm a deeply emotional and usually quiet person. More of a listener than a talker unless I'm really comfortable with somebody. I like listening to what other people have to say and if possible limit my company to one person at a time. My main love language is physical touch and words of affirmation are a close second. I believe good communication to be the foundation of any relationship. My personality type is INFP.

My main interests are art (painting, sculpting - traditional mediums) and video games as well as exploring the human mind through works of fiction. I really like immersing myself in new and different worlds - sci-fi and fantasy genres are wonderful! Sometimes I write things on the side or make ocs for myself. I also really like densely green areas and like visiting forests whenever I get the chance to. I also like electronic music - synthwave. I ADORE tabletop RPGS! I like making a character and then acting them out. I prefer audio books over reading and I have poor eyesight (near sighted).

Dislikes: children, loud noises, crowds, being approached from behind or surrounded, being yelled at (I will cry.), having to wake up early, hot weather

Breakdown is Yandere for you!

Breakdown absolutely adores how small you are. Decepticons hold no love for humans or any organics for that matter, but you have a special place in this Con's Spark.

He will tell you stories about the Bots and Cons he has fought against and how they never stood chance against him. Only one has been able to match his strength and that was this green Autobot called Bulkhead, but Breakdown doesn't talk about his losses since he wants to stay as the strongest Mech in your mind.

He will happily hug you if it makes you happy and keep you close by. If he let you out of his sight even for a second, you might be trampled by some Vehicon or worse, try to contact Autobots and attempt to leave Breakdown.

The Con warrior isn't the most artistic but he enjoys watching you do what you like. Video games are new to him also, but if you show him fighting games he is SOLD. Humans have virtual fighting simulators? So cool!

Breakdown is interested in your games and having your own characters, but if things get too complicated for him to understand, he usually spaces out.

It's easy to forget when you are around him that he is a ruthless Decepticon warrior and an extremely protective one at that. If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, he has his hammer out and is threatening the guy and literally making them beg for their life. No, they shouldn't beg from him but from you!

If Breakdown thinks that the apology isn't good enough he sees nothing wrong in teaching the Con or Bot some manners. He is just looking out for you.

I match you with Bumblebee!

You're one of the few people who can understand Bumblebee, but what draws him towards you is how you perk up when something you like is being discussed about.

Raf was just one day talking about how he thought about getting into some RPG games and you light up like a newborn star and start telling and explaining everything you might know about the games.

Bee makes a comment that you are really cute when you talk about your interests and you two kinda became a thing.

Bumblebee enjoys quality time with you and loves holding you close as he plays you some of your favorite songs, usually electronic. If he is feeling like showing you some affection, he tends to choose romantic songs.

If the two of you take a trip somewhere, he likely will play your current audiobook in the speakers.

The yellow Autobot would love to tell you about Cybertron but his words are limited so he relies on other Bots to explain about their home planet to you.

Bee is familiar with sci-fi but fantasy is new to him, but luckily he is eager to learn. He would love to create new worlds and your own characters! He wants to badly be a strong and heroic warrior and save you from evil goblins. He just wants to be your hero in shining armor in both game and real life.

Knock Out is your owner!

You were originally a gift to Knock Out from Breakdown. The big brute wanted to make sure that his lover would always have someone to puff the red mech and that he could never feel lonely when Breakdown wouldn't be able to be with him.

Knock Out thought it was a joke, but then he looked at you and decided that "Frag it" and took you in.

This sleek beautiful Con is a good owner. He takes care of things that belong to him, and you are one of those things. You're a fine human specimen, even if a little quiet at first. He encourages you to speak because he wants to hear you praise his paint job or finish.

He will take you out with him to see drive-in movies and shop for stuff. You're his pet so you must look at least half as good as he does.

When Breakdown is gone, like, gone for good, you're there to offer Knock Out company and sympathy. He doesn't cry, he is a Con, but he will quietly hold you in his arms as if you would also disappear if he let go even for a second. You're the last thing he has of Breakdown and he will cherish you.

Please, do paint a pretty picture of Knock Out or make a statue of him. He will love them because he knows that you put a lot of effort into them.

These games you show him are interesting to say at least. Knock Out likes playing with you, even if he needs a moment to learn, but he makes a great Bard.

You would think he would make his character a Cleric or a Healer, but nope, he wants to sing about his glorious looks and the exciting adventures the two of you end up on.

[kumamooko]

Originally wrote this for a movieverse lava one-shot for Ao3 ...but i decided to share it here because i don't think i'll finish the full thing

However, i love how the first part turns out <3

Word count: 808 words

Kinda ooc, but enjoy anyways 😁💖

“I like you too.”

Kai never thought he’d ever hear those 4 words ever in his entire life. Especially from someone like Cole.

It felt like yesterday that they first actually met. Kai knew a lot of people in high school, constantly circling around groups with new friends every second. The only person he never got around, however, is the black-haired guy who sat on the left seat in front of him during Math. The lone wolf tends to blast his headphones with loud music, moving away from any kind of social interactions. His bulky exterior and quiet nature gives off an ‘intimidating’ aura, which makes it much harder for anyone to approach. The teachers didn't pay much attention to him, as he constantly got above average scores, compared to Kai's up-and-down average scores in certain classes. Despite the guy’s ‘too cool for school’ persona, that didn’t stop Kai to at least be a little curious about it.

The Secret Ninja Force has only recruited a couple of teens that showed potential to protect Ninjago from the evil Lord Garmadon, who attacked the city daily. It made Kai wonder what part of him chasing a local man for a loaf of bread with roller skates showed potential to something honorable like a ninja, but it's still a cool opportunity nonetheless. It was a bit rough for the first few days of settlement, first time meeting each other and all. Especially learning the fact that they’re teaming up with Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, the most hated kid in Ninjago, to fight his own father who has been terrorizing Ninjago since before day one. They all come around eventually, understanding that Lloyd is just a normal teen like them, just with a bit of teen angst and massive daddy issues. You can’t not feel bad for him and his mom, at the very least.

Sticking around with Lloyd Garmadon got its perks, one of them being avoided like the plague. Kai is doing fine on his own activities, but it took him a while to realize that his sports team are talking about him behind his back.

It doesn’t really matter, because all Kai needs are his new masked friends he fought alongside with, one of them is… well…

His name is Cole, Cole Brookstone. Despite the bulky exterior, the brunet comes to realize the soft and relaxed look the guy kept on his face. His eyes, gentle and his voice, incredibly soothing. The brunet didn't find him 'intimidating' like what the people at school say. In fact, he finds him… kinda cute actually, which is a totally platonic thing Kai has to say about his fellow ninja-mate. 

Hanging out with Cole is always the highlight on any given day. They’re always paired up during missions defending the city, spending even more time chatting through the communicators on the Fire and Quake Mech. The two even joked about building a 'Fire Stone mech', that is able to support the both of them.

Before he even realized it, Kai's smile started to get more lopsided whenever he locked eyes with Cole during class. His hand is always itching to comb his gelled hair neatly whenever Cole comes around between classes, smirking whenever he sees him. The way his spirit lifts up whenever he hangs out with Cole after classes. He is constantly thinking about all the ways he could get Cole to notice him. Maybe he’ll show off his reputable skills on the ice rink, and in that way, he could get Cole to skate with him!

It doesn’t matter what anybody says, as long as his eyes are on him. It really can't be helped.

Kai loved every little thing there is about him.

The way he took off his headphones to listen whenever he or their friends had something to say with full attention.

The way he tied his hair up messily during their missions and hot days to avoid his adorable face getting too sweaty.

The way he smiled sweetly whenever they hangout, the kind you rarely see when others are around as if it's only for him to see.

The way he made him feel loved and cared about, more than anyone in the whole world.

Kai's down, really bad.

…and Cole felt the same way.

Kai doesn't know what to do. His heart is pounding so fast that he couldn’t keep up, almost falling in the process. Luckily Cole’s hands are there to hold him, intertwining with his scarred hands. That sweet, rare smile unable to leave his face, accompanied by the redness on his cheeks.

“So, um, this weekend, do you wanna…  hang out, maybe?” Kai asked. His thumb glided over Cole’s big hands, appreciating each curve. It feels really calming. “Just the two of us.”

Cole lets out a soft, satisfied sigh.

“Yeah, I’m free.”

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

introduction!! 🎻🕰️

hi!! hello!! i'm kae, formerly located at @send-me-a-kae-via-subspace / @kae-the-minish-bandit! i decided to make a mechanisms-focused sideblog, so as to better organize my blogs.

she/they/it/any neos that sound cool thumbs up

if you want to go to the other fandom blogs i've recently made for organisation,

@waxed-weathered-copper-bulb for minecraft/mcyt

@minish-and-mischief for zelda and linked universe

@too-close-i-cannot-breathe as my magnus archives blog

@aromantic-tom-bombadil for lord of the rings, as well as star wars for some reason

my more personal blogs include:

@anxious-violist for music, both my own as well as covers, reblogs from artists i like, etc

@kaethesilliest for misc reblogs/silly bits about my life!

credits for banners/blinkies:

the nastya one i made :3 you can use it too if you'd like

chaoscouncilcreaturecorner - gear header

blinkies cafe - many of the custom mechs ones !!

organization tags:

for my content !!

#drawn in the light of the tube sun - my art

#verbatim reciting a recording - my fics

#radio turned just write of an evening - textpost

#from the voicebox of another - me singing/speaking

for sorting reblogs !!

#transmission - reblogs

#the stowaways given mortal form - any cosplays

#tales untold - other fics

#artefacts - for photos/ other official band content

#putting the band in a band of immortal pirates - anything to do with the actual music

ouatis tags !!

#brutal and cruel as befitted their despotic foe - ouatis tag

#the genetic base for that unholy horde - og rose tag

#wires through her veins and her tendons - briar rose tag

#the aforementioned unholy horde who i adore - red rose tag

#and as she searched she sang - cinders tag

#mirror mirror let me take this woman's identity - snow/general white tag

#guy who had conquered and stole the wealth of a thousand suns - king cole tag

#12 y/o war criminal - the hood tag

#1003 - tag for miralines/garecc's ouatis 'verse

#dogstar

#red river - tag for my own ouatis au!!!

#the vault - udad tag

#the one who dies at dawn - ulysses

#the blind old motherfucker - oediphs

#the one who turns a big wheel - heracles

#the one who has a dynasty to rebuild - ariadne

#the one with the lyre - orpheys

high noon over camelot tags::

#driving his rotten world into the sun - hnoc

#the fastest draw - gwen !!!!!!!!!!!

#the sharpest aim - lancelot

#the once and future king - arthur

#the one who grew into a sharp young man who chose his name as mordred - mordred! (shocking. i know)

the bifrost incident tags:

#the really fucked up train - bifrost tag

#woman who has at least 5 dissociative disorders - loki

#inspector second class - lyfrassir edda

the mechanisms crew tags!!

#the crew of the starship aurora - what it says on the tin

#microphone eater - jonny dville, humble FIRST MATE

#clockwork murder machine - the toy soldier!!

#icarus kinnie - raphaella!

#neither a baron nor a doctor HOW did you get in here - marius

#ship's archivist - ivy

#the drugbot - brian

#arsonist extrordanaire - ashes oreilly

#shipfucker. princess. engineer. what can't she do - nastya!

#tim comma gunpowder - gptim!!

#flesh moon ship - my beautiful baby girl the aurora

#their esteemed creator - doc carmilla!!!!!!!!!!

#the cello ninja - scuzz :3

these will be updated when i have more tags. also. to look for something i personally have created look through the tags ie #the mechanisms or #cinders ouatis

[traffic-light-eyes]

Supernatural au ninja! A quick sketch of heights and all that!

Au tidbits and character reasoning under the cut

Lloyd is self-explanatory. His heritage is already Oni, so I just made him more oni-presenting. I imagine that his dad, Garmadon, is completely oni presenting - like the series. This would mean the whole four armed shebang and all that. I want to play into the whole shape-shifting part of being an oni as well. Perhaps he often hides his oni parts because he is reminded of his father, whom I believe left him alone with Misako, alone (who is human, who doesnt know how to raise an oni, who cant protect him, cant teach him, cantcantcant). After a long while living with Misako, who had grown bitter raising such an "evil" child, he ran away. Maybe at around the same age as he was in s1. The ninja found him and raised him - not as a human but as a supernatural, an oni. I think in this au, the ninjas are hiding out someplace. Because of Lloyd's shape-shifting ability, he would often be the one to go on supply runs for food, clothing, etc. The others are terrified of letting their little brother out into the wild by himself, but they don't really have a choice. He often takes form as a pre-teen/teen so people dome question him when he goes into stores by himself. Perhaps he started feeling like he was more useful older, so he stayed that form. The others resent that but can't convince him otherwise. (He doesn't want them to leave him. He's useful so useful he can help, please)

Nya is the second youngest and is, well, water. I think the s14 was a really good supernatural base for her. She's fluid water like the series, but she certainly has a better grasp on her body, seeing as she lived like that since birth. When she gets surprised or shocked, she might make a splash or melt her form unconsciously, though. She's very touch starved. I think her and Kai's parents were hunted or something of the likes, and she never saw them again. She lived her entire life with her brother, who is her complete elemental opposite. When she was younger and woke from nightmares terrified, she sought out her brother. She wanted so badly the comfort and warm embrace of her family, but she couldn't touch him without hurting him. The first time she accidently brushed against him was when her parents were still around- she reached out towards him as a baby and her body splashed happily towards him. She still remembers his scream and the days following it when he couldn't use his left hand. She works hard on her mechs and other devices so someday she'll find a way to protect him from water. Somehow, she'll find it. That day will be the happiest day of her life, when she can give her lovely older brother a nice, tearful hug.

Jay is a satyr. I don't know why. He gives the crafty, bubbly personality that I imagine a satyr would have. Unlike most of his friends, he had been raised by completely human parents. One day, Ed and Edna found a small boy bundled in worn cloth crying in the forest next to their scrap yard. They couldn't help but take him in and give him love, no matter how furry his legs. Of course, they didn't exactly know how to care for him, so they made due with reading all about goats and myths and horse-hoof care in their local library and then some. The librarian had learnt to set aside those types of books when someone donated some so she could give them to the nice elderly couple who so eagerly love mythology. Jay grew up and prospered around the many, many scraps so he can be his creative self. His scrapyard was his forest, the machines he made were his nymphs and furry friends. The Walkers let him use whatever he wanted for his endeavors, but they did get quite worried when they saw a bite mark in a piece of metal. When he met Cole, who adores music, he immediately made himself instruments and they both made a quaint little "band." They play a strange combination of folk, rock, and classical. They don't know how it works but it does. He gets emotional often and the ninja cheer him up by either letting him play music, rant about starfarer, or get him a "forbidden" snack. Do not let him near the wooden pencils oh my gosh he eats them so quickly no one knows how he does it but you look away for one second and he's halfway through the pencil and it's wood and- JAY DONT EAT THE TABLE WE EAT ON THAT

Kai, the fire boy, the perpetual older brother. He grew up too fast, taking care of Nya and working hard to put food on the table. He learned that the world is unkind far too quickly. He did small jobs for everyone to get money and tried to improve his smithing skills. When he realized their parents' emergency money stash started to deplete and his unsteady income wasn't funding much more than the occasional oatmeal, he started looking into underground or supernatural fighting. He, at the ripe age of 14, had become one of the most feared supernatural fighters in the ring. He came home battered and bruised to his little sister - stop worrying so much, lil' sis! I'm fine! You know how clumsy I am with the hammer haha - and cooked food and helped her study - yes it is very important to study! You don't want to end up like me, do you? You need a degree. When he got older and saw a little oni kid running away from some digustingrevoltinghowdareyouhurthimimgoingtokillyou people, his big brother instincts told him to help. So, he did. He brought him back home to his little sister and their little family got bigger. Next came Cole, then Jay and Zane. His family got bigger and bigger and the responsibilities heavier and heavier. He had to protect them, it was his job, he cannot let anything hurt them, it was his job, he does the dirty work for them, it was his job. When Cole found out about his tendencies to put everyone else above himself when they were running away from hunters and Kai tried to sacrifice himself, he was not happy. They had a nice, long chat that ended in Kai promising to delegate his responsibilities and relaxing a bit. He's reminded that he isn't the only older brother anymore. His family can take care of themselves, yes. He's still needed, loved, important, but they are responsible. They can protect themselves. He can finally, finally lower his hands and release his fighting stance. He can sink into the relaxing domestic lifestyle that they were able to live in.

Cole is a werewolf- big, beefy, and protective. He didn't have the big brother instincts like Kai, no, but he certainly had the burning need to take care of his family. If Zane was the mom friend, Cole was the dad. He thinks it has something to do with his horrible relationship with his dad, so he wants to be better. His dad abandoned him when Cole started presenting more were-like. Lou could excuse the strange sharper teeth, the large pointy ears, and the love of the moon. But when he came home one day to a half-teen boy, half-wolf with the snout to complete it, he exiled Cole. He knew his dear Lily wasn't human, he knew. Well, he knew in theory. She had told him, but she was aware of the stipulations around it. So, she made sure he was never home when the reality reared its ugly head. She died before she could show him the real her. Lou thought something was so horribly wrong with his son. He was a monster, a freak- Lily was never like this, never destructive, always so sweet, kind, perfect. This wasn't his son. So, he kicked Cole out with the clothes on his back. Of course, Cole couldn't take any of the belongings in his room- Lou would wait until the real Cole came home. This boy was an imposter. He couldn't be his son. Cole left and had to scrounge around for food, dumpster to dumpster, person to person, begging pleading for scraps. Kai was on a walk with Lloyd, taking him to go get the newest issue of Starfarer, hood over his blazing hair and amber eyes when he caught sight of a beast in an alley. He paused. He hid Lloyd behind him as he walked closer to the animal. Kai was surprised to find out that it wasn't an animal, but a malnourished, frightened werewolf clinging tightly to a half-empty days old McDonald's bag are those bugs crawling over that burger or is he crazy. Cole was brought back to the little family and he became more of himself. Stronger, faster, filled with unbridled rage and unwilting kindness. Where Kai might directly bring his family somewhere they enjoyed or bought them their favorite treat, or where Zane might keep their teacup full or bake them a cake for a small accomplishment, Cole would be a steady rock of support for his family. If anyone needed a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, or an ear to listen, he was always the one they would go to. He could be drawing or reading and his ear might twitch and seconds later he would walk and find the sad soul that he could just feel needed him. They don't know if that's a werewolf thing or a Cole thing.

Zane is still a robot, just less human looking. His face is full of pixels and moves just like those cool mask thingies. His creator, his father, had sort of a Frankestein "I can do it so I'll do it moment," even if it wasn't exactly right. He stole parts and scraps around the world and had thought that he had created a working artificial human, but Zane didn't start up. He found that he could not start without a proper heart - a human heart. So - in the name of science - he dug his first grave. It was of a young teen named Zane, who died just a few weeks prior. He stole the heart and placed it into his machine, hoping for his new creation to work perfectly as his assistant. Zane worked. He woke up, confused, scared, whereamiwhoamiwhatamipleasehelpwhatsgoingonmomdadwhereareyou and was promptly shut down again due to his emotional tendencies. To stop this malfunction, Dr. Julien wired Zane's heart to power his body, not his mind. Which... worked? He was a living doll- he listened obediently to his maker. Dr. Julien's fatal mistake was trying to make another. He was caught trying to dig into another grave and taken away by authorities. Without Dr. Julien, Zane was stuck in the lab by himself for years before someone found him. This someone was a curious and lost Jay. He had left Ed and Edna because hunters came knocking on their door. He was told to run. He did. He found this cute little house in the middle of the woods and knocked on it. When no one answered, he tried the door and it opened. He looked around and found a hidden basement, of which the young satyr curiously explored. He found a basically falling apart Zane sitting in the corner, unresponsive. He noticed how much pain he was in and decided to do something about it. He fixed the wiring to Zane's heart and they had a nice conversation, mostly comforting Zane and informing him of his humanity and how yes be deserves to live no he is not an abomination stop Zane please stop messing with your heart latch don't do that pleasepleaseplease. A while later, they decided to leave the house together. They wanted to find others like them and they were able to do that when they saw a watery girl inside the ocean throwing a frisbee, a young horned boy making a sand castle, a man made of fire fanning himself, and a hairy man runningrunningrunning for the frisbee very happily. The fire one spotted them and noticed their unnaturalness and called them over, not before alerting his family to stay back and looking over to Cole to take Lloyd someplace farther back. Jay and Zane explained their situation and Kai happily let them stay with them, though he did watch Jay when he made those googly eyes -they're not googly eyes! Yes, I believe they are, Jay. My database says that when-- SHUDDUP!!!- at his sister.

And so, the family became, well, a family. All six of the unlikely nonhumans friends, together. Fighting, protecting and loving through the harsh (untrue) words and comfortable moments that any family goes through.

Thank you for reading this <3 I have a bit of ninja brainrot right now and I finished making this post/art in like 2 hours