#Scapper

[xyumichux]

Crazy how in transformers animated this was literally a transformers strippers club....

[chernobog13]

Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #144 (December, 1971). Cover by Jack Kirby, Neal Adams and Gaspar Saladino.

I love how Superman's expression is like "I want nothing to do with this" as he flies away from the latest mess Jimmy Olsen and the Newsboy Legion have gotten into.

Notice how DC had Neal Adams draw Superman's face and body over Jack Kirby's original.

I also find this issue's splash page pretty amusing, too.

"Jock Kirrbie"

"Scottish inkie laddie Vince Colletta"

[dragonbat]

My fuzzy and salmonoid ocs I love them so much I fight anyone that hurts them (as I write sad stuff about them)

[justanoasisimagines]

Jealously Headcanons

Hey lovelies back with another jealously Headcanon. My requests ar open and you can find my guidlines pinned on the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

❀Killian will admit he's a possessive person. If you're his then you're his. Plan and simple. He wants people to know you're together so they're aware you're off limits.

❀He knows you're beautiful, an alluring little siren. He's heard your song himself. With that being said, it doesn't give anyone the right to attempt to attempt to steal you away from him.

❀Kilian is not afraid to confront anyone. He doesn't want anyone flirting with you whether it's verbal or touching. He cannot stand when someone brushes their hand over your back or wraps an arm around your waist. You are not theirs to touch like that.

❀Killian has two forms of confrontation. The first he approaches them with his usual confident self. Many find his presence intimidating enough and some scapper off. However, some people are brazen enough to stick around. Naturally, Killian uses his charm and wit to passively get the individual away from you.

❀Killian's sarcastic and nonchalant, underneath it's bothering him. Most of the time, it's enough to get them to leave. Sometimes the individual when they realise you're with Killian.

❀The second approach is much more direct. It usually occurs when Killian notices the individual is not backing off When they've laid their hands on you. Killian is more direct. He's threatening as he warns the individual off.

❀Killian's not afraid to get in a physical fight with someone who doesn't know how to respect you. They will learn to respect you one way or another.

❀He likes to remind people you two are very much together every once and a while. Killian finds enjoyment in it.

[kevinexe06]

Some Roadrage x Motormaster, Knockout, and Megatron content

He’s real popular, what can I say (shameless multi-shipper here 🙋‍♂️)

Ngl other crackships I have is Mixmaster, Scapper, Lockdown (?) x Roadrage (I ship my ocs with many characters okay) I’ll draw them if people show interest

[jellybobatea]

I don't remember where I heard this but someone once said what the flipper scapper and I have been saying it for like 2 days straight

[aniaka789]

Chapter 1 part 5.

Currently Thrust was in the common room of the Nemesis, just hearing about Acidstorm and Rumble leaving an hour ago. He wasn't the most fond of those two, especially with one being chaotic and the other being impulsive.

Thrust leaned backwards against the couch, having taken a moment to reflect what had happened throughout recently especially with Starscream becoming more absent more often and Megatron's  disappearance. So he was distracted while thinking about the last moment Megatron was seen, it was near the hallway to the entrance.

He had taken a long moment to examine the common room which had bright lights, a Tv that was a couple of years old and some empty cups left around the tables. There was also a clutter of pillows around the couch that were untidy, a bag of small energon candy that was open on a counter. There was a couple of untidy cupboards, dusty shelves and old books that were left around.

As he took a long moment to think to himself while leaning against the wall, he saw two constructions come in Scrapper and Hook. Scrapper is the polar opposite of Hook, he was known to be careful and quite modest although he was still a bit of a nutcase like the others. Hook was a perfectionist compared to Scrapper, his desire to make everything prefect and his egomanical personality did make him slightly annoying to most Decepticons. Well at least he wasn't like Starscream.

Both turned around noticing Thrust the conehead seeker who was leaning against the wall as Thrust greeted them with his usual rather rough and aggressive tone. Thrust didn't mind Scrapper but Hook annoyed him a lot, especially with the fact he was a clean freak. 

 "What do you two want?" Thrust said less than pleased as always. Scrapper soon spoke up, his voice a bit worried, more than usual as he gave a careful glance to Hook and Thrust. He took a long moment on what to say to Thrust and said to him...

 "Well we were wondering about something Thrust, have you seen Mixmaster, we haven't been seeing him a lot lately?" Scapper asked as Thrust rolled his optics knowing about Mixmaster. Mixmaster... Had more loose screws than Thrust could count. Mixmaster would throw parts out of anything and make new materials out of them.

 "Oh you mean the insane one? Yeah I saw him a day ago in the control room. He been carrying new batches of materials as usual." Thrust was clearly unamused at Mixmaster as Scrapper nodded and Hook butted in trying to make sure that everything was ready as usual.

 "Has Mixmaster prepared the materials, perfectly?" Hook asked as Thrust sighed. Thrust wasn't especially fond of Hook's egomaniacal nature as he replied with snark in his tone "Knowing him, probably not."

 Scrapper and Hook gave each other a look before saying "I and Hook shall get going. We will see you later Thrust."  They quickly left through the rusted metal doors, not wanting to irritate Thrust further who was in one of his foul moods again.

Thrust glared at them as they left. He sighed and grabbed a energon cube from the counter as he took one large swig of it, wiping the drops from his mouth. Thrust has been noticeably more aggressive as of late especially with Mixmaster, Kickback and Brawl who were known to have questionable morals.

Thrust soon crossed his arms as he took an hard stare at the door and was hearing rough metal footsteps going across the corridors. They sounded heavy as the Decepticons were moving around the base.

[444names]

Names generated from the entire article on Weapons from the Official TF2 Wiki

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[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Book III: Prometheus' Gift: Ch36: Familiarity

Japheth strode into the First Basin, and stopped. Arcelia bumped into him from behind. "I should have wondered why you didn't tell me her name?" Japheth asked without looking back.

"Surprise." Tethys said neutrally.

"Why would you want to come with me?" Japheth asked.

"Why do you think I would oppose you?" she asked.

"Because you did?" Japheth asked her.

"My vote against you was not a vote against you." she said, and paused, and he gave her a curious look, "It was a vote against the unknown."

"You want to support me because I'm a Prime?" he firmly asked, and Arcelia leaned to look around under his arm. Tethys nervously looked away. "If that is the only reason you are supporting me?.."

Tethys steeled herself and looked him strongly in the eyes, "I will not deny that your being a Prime is a significant reason I am willing to support you, but equally important is how you have acted. You have made your requests of us, and they have always been requests. Then you allow us every liberty in discussing and amending it. You have allowed us - allowed our Parliament - to keep control, to keep our culture. You have worked to protect us more than the Battle Sisters. Because of what you do, when we have more direct contact with other Cybertronian colonies, we will be able to keep our cultural isolation. It's not just established that we disallow non-femmes to live here, but that this has the direct support of Japheth Prime.

"Caminus is a treasure, a jewel. I would hate myself if we lost it."

Tethys eyes grew wide with surprise and admiration. "And you find another way to impress me." she uttered. "Have I proven that I'm worthy to join your expedition?"

"You've proven you want to." Japhet said with a smile and pause, "If I'm going to try and contact Cybetronian civilizations, why would I need a hydrologist?"

"In case you encounter other sentient organics." she simply replied.

"Then wouldn't that be better served for a follow-up expedition?" he asked, and she wasn't sure what to say. "You are anti-social, which I already have enough of." he said, and she seemed lost. "I'm not trying to be an asshole, here." he said, and she seemed confused. "Potato in your tailpipe?" he asked.

"We don't naturally have tail pipes." Arcelia said as she still looked around him.

"Then what would be the best way to say it?" Japheth asked, looking at his raised arm without seeing Arcelia.

"Scrapper?" she asked.

Japheth looked back at Tethys, "I'm not trying to be a scapper, but you haven't actually given me a reason to take you. At least on the first expedition. If we find a sentient species, then there will likely be a second expedition, and your services will be needed." A pregnant paused followed after it. "Half of Caminus wants comes with me." he simply stated.

"A bit..." Tethys uttered.

"Fine, a quarter." Japheth stated.

"Over a quarter." Arcelia said from under his arm.

"I was trying to be modest." he said, an then looked back at Tethys. "I cannot take even a fraction of the femmes that want to come with me. Unless you wanted to convince me to add an operational hydroponic system to allows us to feed hypothetical Humans." he uttered, and she gave him an utterly shocked look. "Human drystores can last for essentially forever. The meat could be frozen. Hydroponics to provide fresh vegetables would not only make sense, but help with oxygen generation." She stood, stunned. "It's a great idea. I should have thought of it."

Japheth gently turned, pausing when he touched Arcelia. She turned to walk away, and he turned to follow her.

* * *

They walked into a greenhouse that Jaune swore had not existed before. He saw a femme with what looked like a blonde pony tail coming down over her right shoulder. He just paused as he looked at her. "You like it?" the femme asked. "I grew enamoured with the concept."

"Is that... actually hair?.." Japheth asked.

"Well, thank you for that, but of course not." she replied, "We were able to send data to the T-Cog, and create it with my mesh."

"Well, it's beautiful." Japheth stated. He could swear he saw her blushing, but he knew that Cybertronians couldn't. She did seem to have a glow.

"Come in, come in!" she said, and waved him inside.

"I swear this wasn't here..." he uttered.

"It wasn't." she brightly said. "After we agreed to allow Humans on a our world, it was obvious they needed to be fed, and so we give you golden wheat, the sacred staple of the Europeans."

Japheth looked about the greenhouse, and it was rows of wheat being grown hydroponically. It was about as wide as a combine harvester, which looked so tiny for Japheth's new form. Something suddenly occured to him, "You are growing it hydroponically?! I thought that was impossible? Impractical?"

"For Humans, maybe?" she asked, "But this would prevent a potential ecological catastrophe."

"I'm sorry, what was you name?" he asked, and she immediately looked afraid.

"I'm so sorry!"

"So Sorry, I am Japheth Prime." he said, and held out his hand.

"Oh, yes, Human handshakes." she said, and eagerly took his hand. The two shook.

"So, So Sorry?" he asked, and turned to look at the wheat, "What kind of yield are you expecting?"

"We have an acre of usable er... land?.. water?" she asked, "If we can get 46 bushels, it will be equivalent of US..." she paused, and looked at him, completly lost and confused.

"Match the US." Japheth affirmed, "So, tell me, So Sorry, you're not expecting anything more?.."

Arcelia stepped up beside him, "Just tell him, already." she said to the femme.

She looked Japheth in the face, looking afraid. "Are you saying your name is not So Sorry?" he asked. She tried to say something, but failed. "Well, I need to call you something?" he asked. Again, she looked afraid. He sighed, and then pulled her in for a hug. Without letting go, "What is your name." he asked her.

"Sif." she barely uttered.

"A beautiful name." he said, and gently let her go. She slowly pulled away from him. "And now for the tough one, why do you want to come with me?" She looked at him, but couldn't speak, "Have you talked to Tethys in the past?.." he asked, and looked at Arcelia.

"Microcycle." Arcelia said.

"I should really get used to this." he said, and looked back at Sif, and she just stared at him nervously. "I'll take that as a no. I will say I'm impressed." She just stared at him. "Oh, man, she's just adorable."

"Arcee might have an objection with that." Arcelia neutrally stated.

"Yeah..." he voiced. He paused for a moment, and either wouldn't or couldn't say anything. "Tethys talked me into having a hydroponics farm on the ship, to help with any potential Humans." He paused again, and she seemed surprised, "It would be more vegetables than grains." he added. After a pause she nodded. "Good to have a talk with you, So Sorry." he said, and she let out an offended huff. He just smiled and pulled her in for a hug.

* * *

Japheth and Arcelia stepped out of the greenhouse. "I have a confession, sir." she stated.

"Hm?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know where to start with Human recruitment." she nervously stated.

"I was just going to ask Knockout." Japheth simply uttered.

* * *

Japheth stepped into his house and found Sirenia nervously trying to entertain Amalthea in the sitting area. He stepped in, with Arcelia behind her, Vera ever mindful behind them. The doors closed behind them as June walked down the stairs, "I tried to offer her things, but Cybertronians don't need anything."

Amalthea stood up, and Sirenia let out a sigh of relief. "I am good for Energon." she said with a smile.

"You could have given her access to our archives." Japheth stated.

"I wasn't sure..." June nervously said.

"Unless someone has been recording us?.." Japheth uttered, and then paused. When he recovered he looked back at Amalthea. "Oh, right, you wanted to talk on the roof." Amalthea gave him a bright smile in reply. Almost luminous with her pale form. He then turned to Arcelia, "Ciel can show you to the roof." he uttered.

Arcelia gave Amalthea a jealous look, but then forced a smile. "This way." she said, and turned towards the stairs.

"Siren." Japheth firmly. She quickly walked over to him and he and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I think she deserves a headpat." June said with a smile, and he gave her a curious look. "Your femmes seem to really enjoy headpats." she said with a shrug. Japheth turned to Siren, and pet her on the head. She nearly squealed she was so happy.

* * *

"You have nothing to worry about." Amalthea said warmly as they climbed the stairs. Arcelia wasn't sure how to reply. "You'll see."

* * *

Amalthea stood on the roof, looking around at the world around them, caught up in it's beauty. Arcelia sat on a bed. Japheth climbed the stairs and stopped near Amalthea. She turned around, looking at him brightly. "I hate to be a wet blanket, but I have a lot of femmes to sort through. So?" he asked, and looked at Arcelia, before looking back at Amalthea, "I already have an archivist."

"Ah!" she cheerfully said, "YOU have an archivist. What did you call her?"

Arcelia perked up and sat forward, "Procurator."

"Ergo?" Amalthea cheerfully asked, "Your SHIP will need it's own."

"Hm?" Japheth asked, "I agree." Both Amalthea and Arcelia sighed with relief.

"See?" Amalthea asked Arcelia.

"Even better, I want a mini-Iacon." Japheth stated, and it was as if the air was sucked out of the open roof. "The relics can be stored in my house, but we will need - extensive - archives." Both of the femmes turned towards him as if in a daze. "That said, I can't take every archivist from Caminus, so I would appreciate if you could give me a short list." Both of the femmes still seemed in a daze. He gently tapped Amalthea on her head, "Are you still with me?"

Her eyes opened wide, "What did you want me to do?!"

"Hm?" he playfully asked, "You were voted centurion. Which means your sisters think you are most trusted among them. You are the one they can rely upon. Could I ask for a better Chief Archivist?" Amalthea stared off into nothing. Japheth held out his hand, and she just stared at it, her eyes momentarily focusing and unfocusing. She regained her senses enough to look down at his hand.

"You shake it, and it's formal." Arcelia said with a wicked grin, "Congradulations."

"Why does it feel harrowing?"

"You got - everything - you wanted." Arcelia said with glee, "And I get to keep my place at his side."

"And in his bed." Amalthea said, and Arcelia nervously looked away, "Which, I must admit, I curious what all of the fuss is about." She looked at Japheth, with Arcelia giving him a fearful stare.

"What am I going to do?" Japheth asked, "Bring in a jigalo?"

"I don't know what that is, but if it would help?" Amalthea asked.

Japheth thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I honestly don't know how to bring Human intimacy to Cybertron." he uttered.

Arcelia looked over to the Human colony, unsure of how to say it. Amalthea followed her gaze, before turning to look back, "Wait..." she said and paused, "I guess I hadn't read her reports yet, but... were you intimate while... Human? Is that even possible?"

"Oh, it is." Arcelia said with reverent glee.

"Is that what caught you?" Amalthea asked her.

"Well," Arcelia playfully replied, "being the dedicated archivist of the only living Prime is hardly the worst position to be in the world, but... Human intimacy?.." she gushed.

"And how does one... attract a partner for intimacy?" and looked at Japheth.

"It might seem like I'm an expert at this," Japheth stated, "but I'm not. I fell in love with Arcee, and just wanted to spend all of my time with her."

Amalthea looked at Arcelia, "Japheth, or, he was Jack at the time, found me alluring. Arcee thought I would add to their family, and so was allowed to join."

"So, I should try to join a family?" Amalthea asked.

"Hm?" Japheth asked. "One thing men are more than willing to do is have sex with attactive women."

"You made it sound more complicated?" Amalthea asked.

"I'm a romantic." Japheth said with a weak smile, "I was also married."

"In the modern day, marriage is typically between one man and one woman." Arcelia added.

"But I thought?.." Amalthea asked.

"Modern - day." Arcelia stated. "Historically, polygamy was far more common, but they also had a much different gender ratio, due to male disposability. Therefore in order for all women to marry, which is critical for a culture's survival, then multiple women must marry the same man."

"And how does this work with femmes?" Almalthea curiously asked.

"We do not have rules for these, yet." Arcelia stated. "But, it should not come at the cost of female fertility. We have also not set social rule for intimacy."

"What are you having trouble with?" Amalthea asked

"Humans normally use headpats for their pets, which they often care for dearly." Arcelia replied.

"And the trouble is?" Amalthea asked.

"Headpats are addictive." Arcelia said with a bright smile.

[crossbunbun]

Some recent personal icons and one commission (the bird belongs to Scapper)

[theducklordtorulethemall]

Me when I watched a few too many Instagram reels before dissection then began scappering around like a little critter in the forests

Getting a random burst of energy in the middle of the night

[thunderjaw-s-world]

Thu_Dec_29. Scapper

[empresskadia]

I sent it to my friend to give me her opinion. She doesn't know alot about Halo, so we'll see if I end up scapper it and restarting.

I still have like 400 words to write but I feel like this fic is off and I don't know if it's cause I've read it too many times or if it's my writing style that's throwing me off

[hzdphotomode]

Scrapper-Corrupted

[sylvari-bouquet]

Soloed ascend to madness, I guess it was a lot easier than what I thought

[laragazzadi-fuoco]

“Tu portami via

Dalle ostilità dei giorni che verranno

Dai riflessi del passato perché torneranno

Dai sospiri lunghi per tradire il panico che provoca l’ipocondria,

Tu portami via

Dalla convinzione di non essere abbastanza forte

Quando cado contro un mostro più grande di me

Consapevole che a volte basta prendere la vita così com’è.

Così com’è:

Imprevedibile

Portami via dai momenti

Da questi anni invadenti

Da ogni angolo di tempo dove io non trovo più energia,

Amore mio portami via.

Tu portami via

Quando torna la paura e non so più reagire

Dai rimorsi degli errori che continuo a fare

Mentre lotto a denti stretti nascondendo l’amarezza dentro a una bugia

Tu portami via

Se c’è un muro troppo alto per vedere il mio domani

E mi trovi lì ai suoi piedi con la testa fra le mani

Se fra tante vie d’uscita mi domando "quella giusta chissà dov’è?" “

Fabrizio Moro