#Shelld

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Aw man, after the Shredder fight Shelldon got rebuilt and is still only a head who is sleeping peacefully. I sure hope nothing bad happe-

Eh

Shelld-

Shelldon!

ShellDON!!

SHELLDON!!!

Actually he never opened his eyes during that

I...

I don't think he was ever rebuilt to functionality...

Donnie just still had his parts.......

[eddy25960]

Andrew Shelld by Den Miyhalkov photography

[arminreindl]

Mekosuchus

My recent-most Wikipedia deep dive was in equal parts enlightening and frustrating and it concerned no other than Mekosuchus, everyones favourite heartbreaker of a recently extinct crocodile.

For those unfamiliar, let me give you some footnotes before getting into the nitty gritty. Mekosuchus is, or was, a genus of terrestrial (NOT ARBOREAL) dwarf crocodile from Australasia, first appearing during the Late Oligocene. They were small, how small we don't precisely know but its generally estimated that adults would be in the 1-2 meter range (so about 3 to 6 feet I believe?). The heartbreaking part? The last confirmed Mekosuchus died out only 3.000 years ago, and some publications even suggest they could have stuck around until just 1.700 years ago. Yeah, we got REALLY close.

Art by yours truly, I'll explain the massive difference down below, just be patient.

But lets get some of the basics out of the way. Mekosuchus was a small mekosuchine crocodilian and currently, four species are recognized. Mekosuchus whitehunterensis is the oldest from the Oligocene/Miocene of mainland Australia, immediately succeeded by M. sanderi during the Miocene. Both these species were described as having had blade-like posterior teeth (at the back of the jaw) and both coexisted with a ton of other crocs, including Baru, Quinkana and some bizarre ones like Ultrastenos.

After a bizarre break in the fossil record, Mekosuchus shows up again during the Holocene on the islands of New Caledonia and Vanuatu, ironically mirroring the meiolaniid turtles I talked about previously. Fossils are securely dated to about 3.000 years ago, but Balouet and Buffetaut also suggested that some of the younger remains may only be 1.720 years old, overlapping with human settlements. But this isn't accepted by everyone. Regardless, these species differ from their older cousins by lacking the blade-like teeth, instead going for crushing dentition.

Art by artbyjrc and Kahless28

With such different teeth comes different ecology, of course. A 2015 study suggests that the neck vertebrae of M. whitehunterensis were well adapted to rapid stresses, specifically caused by side-to-side movement of the head. It is thus speculated that they shook their heads to strip meat from carcasses, rather than performing the iconic death roll (as that might hurt the animal on land).

M. inexpectatus meanwhile was seemingly better adapted at crushing hard-shelld things, crabs, insects, maybe snails even. Holt and colleagues suggest that it might have lived much like a modern dwarf crocodile, spending its time in river streams and coming out at night to forage. Dwarf crocodile via the San Diego Zoo and Mekosuchus illustrated by my friend BatmanelVisigodo

Both however are thought to be terrestrial, having short, altirostral skulls, big eyes and nares that face sideways, not upwards as in semi-aquatic crocodilians. They were however NOT ARBOREAL. Yes I know I know, its a bummer. To those unaware, a commonly cited missconception is that Mekosuchus was a tree-dweller, which was originally suggested by Paul Willis in the 1990s. However, this was more of an off-hand comment at the time that certain people (including me in the past) have run with, causing it to spread and be almost considered fact by some. Hell, it says a lot when Mekosuchus, in many circles, is thought of as "that tree croc". However, not only was Willis suggestion based on the now outdated notion that monitor lizards weren't around at the same time, later authors also note that the toes of Mekosuchus really don't show any adaptations to climbing specifically. So alas, it would seem that this was only a myth. But don't worry too much, sometimes crocs climb regardless, just not vertically up a tree. Mekosuchus artwork by Manusuchus

Now at the beginning I teased that there's a reason why my images for M. whitehunterensis and M. inexpectatus look so different. Well its kind of painful really. Despite being known for about 30 years now, with 300+ bones known from New Caledonia alone, Mekosuchus is incredibly poorly studied. The original description only figured around half a dozen bones and while the next three species were all named in the span of just 5 years, they are all incredibly fragmentary. And then, just after another expedition collected more bones....things went silent.

The last 20 years saw the publication of only a single paper extensively dealing with Mekosuchus itself, with two skull reconstructions coming out in less detailed sources. The first is Holt et al. 2007, a powerpoint presentation from a paleontological conference. The presentation made some fascinating claims and even provided a reconstruction of the skull, but sadly. Nothing ever came of it, the research was never formally published and the lead author has since then changed fields into Astronomy. Actually had a nice talk with him earlier today. Then there's Scanlon 2014, which offers even less. In the book  Carnivores of Australia: past, present and future, Scanlon briefly touches upon mekosuchines, featuring a new composite reconstruction of M. whitehunterensis. However, this is not elaborated on in the text, despite the drastic differences to how M. inexpectatus has been reconstructed before. So we are left with two very different appearances. Are they simply really different looking species? Is one interpretation faulty? Should Mekosuchus be split? Who knows, might be a while until we figure it out. But until then, here's the two together, one looking much like a dwarf crocodilian, the other more like a sebecid. An interesting contrast for sure.

As per usual, this research was done as part of me doing a major haul of a Wikipedia page which you can read here Mekosuchus - Wikipedia. It's been an interesting, if a little frustrating task, but it was fun properly reading up on this animal and putting this information out there for people that don't wanna dig through 30 years of literature (including one paper in French). Hopefully I suceeded, at least the page is a bit bulkier now.

[blubushie]

Egget shelld yunty in mmmmmmmyyyyyy tumpty

RIGHT? MMMMMMM EGGSHELL. DELICIOUS. IN MY SCRAMBLED EGGS. IN MY OMELETTES. GRIND THEM INTO A POWDER AND SPRINKLE IT OVER MY FRIED EGGS MMMM CALCIUM

[themoongoddessss]

Effective Remedies that can reduce your Money Debts and help you in recovering your stuck Money.

💸 Offer water to lord surya: Wake up early morning, after taking bath, put some water and 11 seeds of red chillies in a clean brass tumbled. Offer this water to lord Surya while reciting surya mantra ( Om Adityaya Namah) 101 times.

💸On Saturday, light a lamp with mustard oil in front of Hanuman Ji, place a camphor stick, mustard seeds and cloves and light them, now ask the lord to help you in recover money or free the money.

💸Cowrie Shell remedy: this is a very simple remedy to recover your money. Take two Cowrie shelld and throw them outside the residence of individual who owes you the money.

Ensure that you perform this remedy secretly and no one sees you doing this.

💸Crossroad Remedy: around 10pm, go to crossroad and meditate on the person while tieing 11cloves and. 11 whole salt in a blue cloth. This will ensure that the borrowed funds are returned.

💸Camphor Remedy: Prepare Camphor kajal and use a wooden stick to write the name of the borrower on a white piece of paper with the kajal. Now place this paper under a heavy object, this will push the borrower to repay. Perform this remedy on any Wednesday or Thursday.

💸Money Drawing & Road opener oil: Use of these Hoodoo oils will help you to attract positive money vibes and bring your money back to you.

[the-heaminator]

YEA

AND IT COST A POUND FIFTY SOMEHOW

I made a stupid purchase

[aconstantallegory]

that being said... i would like. to have an ammonite shell

[bugunbirazleylayim]

Bu arada uzun yol demişken en güzel atıştırmalıklar Opette ayrıca Shellde ki üçgen sandviçler doyurucu 👍

[mossdeepmedium]

Shellder show great fear and avoid the Omastar line at all costs. It’s possible that evolution through the years left the Shellder line with a natural fear of Omastar, who was its natural predator long ago.

Or they just think a giant shellded creature waving its tentacles is scary.

The world may never know

[hairscare]

Feferi wishes to address Wendy directly since she has first hand knowledge that Betty Crocker is a real entity so certainty the same shelld be tru here

eridan threatens the working class into making their wife happy

[jadethest0ne]

Alive

Summary: “Donnie is in trouble. Shelldon had seen the containers begin to tip over. Donnie isn't in a position to get out of the way in time. The thought that immediately rushes through Shelldon's head? Gotta save Donnie. So he moves as quickly as he can. He is a fast drone. Nearly won at the drone races, after all. Donnie had saved him then. Donnie had given Shelldon life to begin with. And Shelldon would do anything to return the favor. “ Word Count: 3435 Rating/Warnings: General Audiences; Injury, Self-Sacrifice, Hurt/ Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending Notes: Oh look, I can write prose, too, I guess. It’s just been a while... Read on AO3. Related to this idea.

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"Is this the safe, Draxxy?" Mikey flashes an excited smile in the direction of the formerly villainous yokai as he gestures at an unassuming, yet still obviously solid looking container hidden under some sheets amongst the machinery in Draxum's old lab.

The yokai lets out a grunt of affirmation. "Yes it is. Now move aside while I input the code."

Mikey skips out of the way to stand beside his purple-adorned brother who had accompanied them.

Donatello was not particularly pleased to be asked on a mission with their now semi-reformed creator, but he was needed "in case anything science-y happens", in Michelangelo's words. Truth be told, they really only needed the help of Shelldon, who is perfectly capable of being by himself, thank you very much. The drone in question hovers by his own creator with an easy expression on his robotic features.

"So you left a whole jar of ooze in your lab where just about anyone could get their hands on it?" Shelldon remarks, sharing a sarcastic smile with the softshell.

"Not very smart for a warring warrior scientist," Donnie monotones, and both he and Shelldon share a fist bump of sorts, looking smugly at the sheepman.

Draxum lets out an irritated humph and says, "I kept it in a secured location where no one could easily find it and kept it locked up. See, it's here." He gestures at the now open safe with a container filled with glowing green liquid inside. "Have your drone pick it up for me and we can be on our way. When we get back, I can find a way to safely handle and dispose of it."

Donnie lets out a dry "uh huh" and waves to the drone. "Shelldon, if you would be so kind."

"No problemo broseph," Shelldon says, floating over to the container and securing it with a clamp on his back.

"I just need to finish shutting things down and wiping the information from my systems. Then we can be out of here before the police resumes their rounds of investigation,” says Draxum.

He walks over to some computers and begins typing away.

Donnie's eyes remain narrow and unhappy as he pulls aside Mikey and mutters to his youngest brother, "Remind me again why we're helping him wipe his records of this place? It's like we're helping him get rid of evidence."

"It's not that," Mikey's voice changes to that of his Dr. Feelings cadence, "I thought it'd be a good way for Draxibald to cleanse himself of his past, by letting go and deleting all of his evil experiments." His voice shifts back to something more natural and cheery. "Besides, this way no one else can find this information and use it for bad stuff ever again!"

"Fine," Donnie huffs out.

Mikey looks at his older brother with some concern. "What's wrong?"

Donnie looks away. "It's nothing."

"Donnie."

Something seems to catch Donnie's attention then. "Hey, look at that."

"Donnie, what did we say about avoiding your feelings?"

"Scoff! I'm not avoiding anything," he says, crossing his arms defensively, obviously avoiding something.

Mikey raises his brow, unimpressed.

Donnie ignores this and points to a corner of the lab. "Really though, look at that."

Mikey's narrowed gaze shifts to one of awe as he follows Donnie's pointed finger to a couple of large containers filled with aged looking yellow liquid with some solid forms floating inside. Though shriveled and pale, the forms were unmistakably that of large sea turtles.

Shelldon lets out a long "Wooaaaaah" at the sight and quickly hovers himself over in that direction. “Neato!” he exclaims.

Mikey and Donnie follow, also looking on in amazement at the sheer size of the turtles. They are much larger than the two youngsters. Even larger than Raph. And the size of the containers holding them must require gallons upon gallons of liquid to accommodate their giant bodies.

Upon closer inspection, however, the site is a little less wondrous as the large turtles are obviously dead and preserved in the large vats. Mikey's face scrunches up in discomfort and quickly clings to his brother, whose snout wrinkles in disgust.

"Planning on mutating more than just us, huh, Draxum?" Donnie calls over to the scientist.

Draxum looks on, expressionless. "I had at one point considered making a more solely aquatic group of warriors, but I was worried that the size of the leatherback turtle would be too difficult to deal with. Now please step away from there. I'm going to cut power to the specimen preservation units and they may become unstable."

Not eager to stay near the somewhat morbid sight, Mikey scampers over to where Draxum is. Donnie lingers, however, giving the specimens another once over before slowly turning away.

That's when the shift happens.

It is all too quick. A hiss of escaping steam. A light clinking of glass as the containers tip over.

Donnie isn't nearly out of their range and he looks on in horror as the large containers loom over him.

He barely registers his brother screaming his name before he feels a sudden thud against his side, and he is pushed out of range by the small purple figure that is his drone.

"Shelld--" Donnie isn't able to finish his cry before many tons of glass and preservative chemicals come crashing down on his beloved drone.

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There is a stillness in the air as the tinkling of glass and the trickling of liquid comes to a halt.  The leatherback sea turtles are all but disintegrated after having been kept for who knows how long in the vats, and their pieces are scattered about in the mess of the oozing yellow liquid. Donnie stares wide-eyed into the middle of the wreckage where Shelldon lays. A large shard of glass has pierced straight through his robotic body. Sparks of electricity buzz out of the small drone, but other than that, he does not move.

The purple clad turtle lets out a strangled yelp as he calls his drone’s name. “Shelldon!” Donnie rushes over to the drone, not caring about the glass or debris scattered about. He reaches out for the small bot, but something catches him around the middle and holds him back, right before he can get to him.

Donnie yells angrily, “no, NO! Let go of me!” He turns around to see Draxum holding him in place with one of his vines.

“I told you the containers were unstable,” Draxum chides, expression flat.

Donnie tries again, “Let me go! I need to check on him!” Donnie squirms in the grasp of the vines trying to reach out for the drone.

Draxum continues, “I wouldn’t touch it if I were you.”

Donnie spits fire back at Draxum, “How dare you tell me what I do with my drone! This is your fault!” His voice cracks as he turns back worriedly to Shelldon. “I need to see if he’s--!”, but Donnie is cut off by a gentle touch on his shoulder.

“He’s right, Dee,” Mikey says sadly. “Look.”

Donnie’s watery eyes focus on Shelldon. The ooze container that was clamped onto his back earlier had shattered and the mutagen now covered the drone’s entire body, seeping into his cracks, causing his normally pink glow to be tinged with a sickly green.

Donnie stops struggling, but his hands still linger in the air over Shelldon’s body. Hovering and unable to touch him. To either help or provide comfort.

Draxum slowly releases Donnie from the vines. Mikey goes to stand next to him, holding onto his brother’s arms lightly - half in a hug and half to prevent him from getting any closer to the dangerous ooze-covered drone. Donnie’s hands lower in shock and defeat and he leans a little into Mikey’s touch.

A robotic whine then comes from the scene in front of them. Shelldon’s head twitches and his eyes open, but the light that illuminates them flicker unsteadily.

“Shelldon?” Donnie says hopefully.

Shelldon’s gaze focuses on his creator, but his eyelids droop a little and he stutters out a weak laugh. Did he always sound so robotic? Donnie wonders vaguely. “I, uh.. really beefed it this time… didn’t I, Dee?” Shelldon says in an attempted lighthearted tone.

Donnie shushes him and leans down towards him. He wants to hold onto his drone so badly; to pat his head, to give him a scritch behind the ears and tell him he’s okay. But he forces himself to keep hold onto Mikey’s grip instead. He plasters a smile on his face and uses the uncharacteristic soft tone that he only seems to use when he is sorry about something. Or when he’s scared. “No, no buddy, you did- You did great!” His lower lip trembles. “You saved me!” He holds a hand to his chest for emphasis. The hand forms into a fist as if to put a clamp on his breaking heart. “And- and I’ll make sure to- to bring you home, and fix you up, and I’ll even let you charge until noon!” It’s getting harder to smile.

Shelldon blinks, or perhaps it's the lights in his eyes flickering on and off. “My core is damaged, Dee…. Contaminated liquid… leaking into my memory systems… Probability of recovery is minimal...” Shelldon’s normally laid back tone being replaced by more purely technobabble sounds unnatural and unnerving to Donnie. But he doesn’t remark on it. Instead he shushes the drone again. “Shh, don’t, talk more, you’ll drain your power.” His smile stretches into something almost hysterical and his voice pitches higher. “I can fix this! I can fix anything!”

“Yeah…” Shelldon’s eyes droop tiredly, and he says, as if from rote, “You are the greatest turtle, Donatello…” The flickering of the lights behind Shelldon’s eyes stutter once more before fully going out.

Donnie sinks down to his knees. Mikey follows him to the floor, supporting his weight. Tears start streaming from Donnie’s eyes and he buries his face into his younger brother’s shoulder. Mikey clutches Donnie’s shaking form tightly as his body is wracked with quiet sobs. Small tears form on the box turtle’s own features, but he holds onto his older brother and tries to whisper words of comfort as best he can.

The quiet sadness is broken by Draxum’s voice. “Why are you crying over a piece of technology? You can always make a new one.” It is all too cold and uncaring.

Donnie stiffens in Mikey’s grip, and Mikey stares wide eyed at the sheepman. Donnie lifts himself out of Mikey’s hug. “‘Make a new one?’” He straightens himself up. “‘Make a new one,’ he says!” He turns to look at Draxum, hot and angry tears pouring from his eyes. “Make a new Shelldon? His memory chips will be flooded! Corrupted by YOUR ooze! I can’t get that back! How DARE you suggest that I REPLACE Shelldon?!”

Draxum’s expression falters slightly, suddenly aware that a nerve had been touched. But unsure of exactly what he had done wrong, he remains stoic. “It’s just a drone. Don’t you have more?”

Donnie’s eyes widen and his face contorts in rage. “He is not just a drone! He is Shelldon! He is our family! He’s my---” He shuts his eyes and grinds his teeth, throat constricted with emotion. “But of course,” he continues, in a low and dangerous rumble, “someone who only sees his creations as weapons to use for his own gain wouldn’t understand.”

He glares at Draxum challengingly. Draxum’s eyes widen a hair and he stares back, not saying a word.

Mikey is left watching them, eyes shifting nervously between the two, unsure of what to do or say, with no small amount of grief tinging his own heart. But then a glowing something catches his eye.

"Omigosh, guys, look!" he whispers with astonishment.

The two scientists pull their gaze away from each other and look over to what Mikey is staring at.

The ooze that had covered Shelldon's body is now giving off an otherworldly glow, and is seemingly pulsing with energy.

Draxum leans closer with his own look of astonishment. "Fascinating," he exclaims. "The ooze seems to be trying to initiate a mutation..."

Mikey looks at the sheepman curiously. "You mean he could be mutated?"

Draxum lets out a thoughtful hum. "The ooze shouldn't be able to mutate inorganic material... Yet nothing's ever been exposed to this large of a dose before... And perhaps it is also reacting due to the leatherback samples that the drone has been exposed to..."

Mikey perks up. "Could this help save him, then?"

Draxum closes his eyes and shakes his head, "No. Even if it is able to mutate the drone, there is no way it would be a stable mutation. The only organic DNA available is from these leatherback specimens which have been long dead and are now largely destroyed."

"What if we combined it with DNA from a stable mutation?"

Draxum and Mikey turn to Donnie who had remained quiet during the whole exchange. Donnie's expression and voice are strained, as if not wanting to indicate hope, but his jaw is set in quiet determination. "What if we used my DNA to help stabilize the mutation?"

Draxum put a hand to his chin, scientific intrigue getting the better of him, "Hmm... that could potentially work..." But he quickly waves his hand as if waving away the thought. "No, starting up my machines again could alert the police and I'm not risking getting arrested again for some drone."

Donnie is about to retort, but Mikey beats him to it. "Please, Draxum!" He places a hand on Draxum's own. "Shelldon's not just a drone. He's family!"

Draxum looks at Mikey, expression faltering under the young turtle's imploring gaze. His eyes move over to Donnie whose determined look is more firmly set on his face.

The yokai lets out a defeated sigh and says, "If we're going to do this we must be quick about it. And then leave as soon as it is over and I've shut everything down."

The two turtles share a triumphant smile. "Well, we are ninjas after all," Mikey says smoothly. "Speed and stealth are our middle names."

Draxum rolls his eyes before turning to the purple brother. "To make this work you will have to go through the same procedure as your father did when I transferred his DNA to you." He locks eyes with him and gives him a serious look. "It will be painful. And I cannot guarantee that it will work, or that it will be the same Shelldon that you know."

Donnie stiffens, but clenches his fists at his sides and does not falter. "I don't care. I have to try."

Draxum's eyebrows arch and a small hint of a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. He looks almost impressed? Proud, even? But the moment is over and he turns to his machines saying, "Let's get started."

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The machines are turned on, and using his vines, Draxum maneuvers Shelldon's broken body into a liquid container. Donnie is strapped below it, and he vaguely wonders if this is what it was like for Splinter. Because if he's honest with himself, he's terrified. But looking up at the drone that had saved him, he swallows his fear and nods to Draxum. Draxum nods back and starts the machine.

Shelldon is not just a drone. Shelldon is family. Shelldon had saved him. And Donnie would do just about anything to return the favor.

Draxum was right about one thing though - the procedure was very painful.

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Donnie is in trouble. Shelldon had seen the containers begin to tip over. Donnie isn't in a position to get out of the way in time. The thought that immediately rushes through Shelldon's head? Gotta save Donnie. So he moves as quickly as he can. He is a fast drone. Nearly won at the drone races, after all. Donnie had saved him then. Donnie had given Shelldon life to begin with. And Shelldon would do anything to return the favor.

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Everything is dark. Like a blank screen with nothing on it.

His memory is fuzzy. It's not usually like that. His memory systems are normally flawless. But right now he's struggling to remember just what happened and why he currently feels like his battery is drained almost all the way. Like he can't get out of sleep mode. Not cool. Flashes of a lab, some large containers, and a humanoid turtle in purple cross his mind. That turtle is important, he's pretty sure. Something twinges at his core at the thought of him. Who was he again..?

He hears a voice.

"Shel...n��� cn… y... he.r.. me?

The voice is familiar. It's nagging and he's pretty sure that it's ruined his fun on more than one occasion. Yelling at him to stop charging so late or to stop drone racing around the lair. But it's... comforting. Safe.

He tries to concentrate on it.

"Shelldon!"

Shelldon? Was that the purple turtle's name? No, he's pretty sure that's his own name. Man, his memory is really jacked today.

The nagging, fun-ruining, safe voice is still there, calling him. It sounds desperate, and a part of Shelldon is desperate to answer it. It is important, like that turtle. Is this that turtle? The turtle... The greatest turtle. Something in his thoughts click into place.

Shelldon opens his eyes. He looks up at the purple-adorned softshell holding onto him. There's a lot of pain and worry in the turtle’s eyes, and Shelldon is reminded of why he went through the trouble of saving his beloved creator.

When he speaks his voice is quiet and weak, and without any hint of mechanical reverb, but the name is now clear in his mind. "...Donnie?"

Donnie's expression turns into one of pure relief and joy. Tears form in his eyes, but he smiles widely and lets out a hiccupy laugh. "Shelldon! It worked! I can't believe it worked! You're okay! You're alive!"

Shelldon is enveloped in a tight hug. It is impossibly warm; one hand cupped lovingly behind his head. Shelldon still feels weak, so he can't do much to hug back. But he sinks into the touch. Donnie always did give great hugs, even if they were rare, but this one feels different. It is warm and soft, but not in a way that Shelldon could calculate by numbers. No temperature reading comes to mind. No pressure sensitivity indication. Just. Warm. And soft. And somehow that means more. It feels like more.

Suddenly Shelldon becomes aware of a word that Donnie had used. Alive.

Shelldon looks around. He sees Draxum and Mikey off to the side. Mikey has a bright smile on his face, his hands clasped in front of him. Draxum looks almost downright flabbergasted, as if he doesn't believe what he's seeing.

Shelldon blinks for a second and tries to move. To take stock of the rest of his body. He had been sure he was damaged in that accident. And everything feels off. But for some reason his systems aren't sending him any indications of the damage.

Donnie, perhaps sensing the movement, releases Shelldon from the hug, but still holds onto him for support. From this angle, Shelldon is able to actually take a look at himself.

He looks down, but what he sees confuses him. There are no rotors, no purple metal. What? There's a yellow plastron. Dark green arms with three fingered hands. Legs. These aren't Donnie's. The color is wrong. And besides, Donnie is holding him and he is in Donnie's lap. The arms move and Shelldon realizes that the one moving them is himself. He can feel them. He wiggles the fingers then brings them to his face. It is fleshy. Scaly. Turtle-like.

That word that Donnie used comes to mind again.

He looks to Donnie again, eyes wide with wonder. "I'm... alive..?"

Donnie cracks a half smile and huffs out a tired laugh. "You're a real boy now, Shelldon."

Shelldon's mind has trouble wrapping around the concept. It's a lot to take in. He quickly becomes aware of various new sensations. Breathing. Touch. The absence of ones and zeros. The presence of intangible emotions. It is very overwhelming, and along with the tiredness - that's what it was, not low battery - that he felt earlier, it is almost too much. His body starts to shut down - no, fall unconscious - again.

But he likes this word.

Alive.

And all he can say before he passes out again in Donnie's arms, with a wobbly smile on his face, is "Radical!"

[blueberry-bastard-boy]

Transformers/Cybertronian Reproduction Part.2

This part goes more into the spark merging side of cybertronian reproduction and how it works with each cybertronian species. Sit down guys, gals, and non-binary pals because this one is gonna be looong.

Flyers

All flyers give birth to hard shelled eggs. Like Earth birds Flyers can only take so much weight before they can’t fly, so they make eggs and carry the newspark for only a fraction of the time other cybertronian species do.

After the carrier has been sparked they require A huge amount of transfluid donations during the first stages of carrying, this is because the first stages of the carrying process create the egg shell and all the nutrients required to make a protoform resting inside in A much shorter time period compared to the majority of cybertronian species that make the protoform in their Incubation Chambers alowing them to spread out their need for transfluid donations.

 After the first stages the Flyer will lay a clutch, clutches usually being around 3 eggs, that will need to keep warm constantly. Flyers have cockpits that they keep the eggs in, like an incubator!!! This is one of the reasons Flyers bond or mate in trines. It’s easer to look after clutches and keep them all noice and toasty. Flyers will also nest up in higher places because less cybertronians can get to the eggs this way so there is less threatening them.

Grounders

Grounders give live birth. They carry the sparkling the whole incubation period and require transfluid donations throughout all but the end of the incubation time.

After getting sparked grounders will gradually get heavier and larger over their carrying period getting larger than Flyers, Floaters, and other egg laying cybertronians do because they form an entire protoform inside of themselves as opposed to eggs the sparklings will grow into or out of.

Grounders can transform through the entire incubation period except on rare occasions due to carrying 2 or 3 sparklings when and if they get to big. The farther down the incubation period the more notisable it is in both alt-modes. In their main mode they will develop A stomach bump and in their alt-mode their frame may ride closer to the ground and shift around turns, they generally look like they are vehicle carrying A heavy load.

Grounders have 1 to maybe 3 sparklings.

Floaters (boats & other water vehicles)

Floaters, like Flyers, have egg clutches but, and hear me out on this, the egg Clutches are soft like fish eggs and called pods!! 

Unlike most other species floaters do not require direct transfluid donations, in fact if A floater cannot find A mate willing or able to donate transfluid they can reproduce successfully withought donations as long as they had a Spark Merge before hand! This is because Floaters are one of the few cybertronian species that can make a protoform outside of their bodies. Floaters will take a fraction of their food intake and create eggs on a timed basis (like a period but withought bleeding & cramps). 

If the carrier dosen’t have a transfluid donation they will lay the eggs on the ocean surface for someone else to fertilize, the pod now becoming there priority, and the eggs withought a spark are eaten by other Floaters, Beastmoders, or any local wildlife looking for a snacc. Though in Floater culture if they come across a pod that they can take care of the eggs withough sparks are seen as a gift to the donor as a thank you. Eating the sparkless eggs withough taking care of the sparked ones in the pod on the other hand is considered heavy taboo.

If a Floater finds a mate they will gladly take transfluid donations from the Sire to make the sparkling more of both of them and when the eggs are laid the Floaters will either burry the eggs in/under a body of water or create a kiddie pool for the pod which they will watch over INTENSLY often marking that territory their own so others know to stay away of you’ll have to deal with an angy momma.

Floaters have 7-8 eggs per pod but only 2-4 will be sparked on average as to not give the parent or parents to much to handle.

Weapons

Weapon Alt-mode cybertronians also give live birth and make the protoform in the incubation chamber.

Weapon Alt-moders lose there ability to transform into their alt-modes very early on in the carrying process due to most weapon alt-modes being to thin to carry or having to shoot energon blasts at others taking away energy needed for the sparklings development and the carriers energy. Weapons also need constant transfluid donations to help build the sparklings protoform.

Weapons carying faze is one of the most looked down upon in cybertronian society when it happens (which is rare) because they are useless from very early on in the process and that doesn’t translate well in a society that determines your worth and job based on alt-mode. Weapons are sparked to be used and if they can’t be used for there purpose they are useless.

It is also very easy to see if a Weapon is carrying because the belly bulge is noticeable from very early on making carrying in secret a very hard thing to do.

Objects

These cybertronians transform into objects an example being Perceptor’s alt mode a microscope.

These cybertronians lay orbs, round spheres with hard shells, they look like the plastic balls vending machines give but smother and usualy one color. They also require constant transfluid donations to aid in building the protoform. What the carying period will be like is heavily dependent on what their alt mode is, generaly the thinner the alt mode is and more complicated it is to transform into will determine if the cybertronian can transform during the carrying period and for how long they will be able too.

When object cybertronians become sparked they will be more uncomfortable with others using them and or having others simply be around them, this is because others could be a threat and cybertronians with object alt modes have a harder time getting away from danger, flyers can fly away, grounders could drive, floaters could boat away, and weapons can slash and fire but objects can’t really do anything so it’s just better to stay away from the danger.

 It is much easer for the larger of this species to hide being sparked because most of them don’t walk around very often making it less likely that others will see a baby bump if they get one. The only hard part about a object cybertronian hiding the fact that they are sparked is that they can’t give in to the urge to stay away form others like their coding wants them to.

Beastmoders

Not all beast moders are the same so the kind of birth they give will vary but the mental changes are usually all if your not close to me or my sparkmate keep away or I will maul you. All can transform when sparked no matter the stage.

Land Animals - Give live birth. Stay away from others and will hoard food. Most like Grounders or Objects carrying period.

Water animals - Like the Floaters soft shelled eggs. Will bury eggs and protect that area. Same as the Floaters carrying period.

Air animals - Like Flyers give birth to eggs and nest high. Same as Flyers carrying period.

These cybertronians were not an exception to the rules about reproducing by sparkbonding the Senate made but they were the most likely to disobey those laws.

Insecticons

Insecticons give birth to hard shelld eggs which are called hatchlings (individual) or a brood (multiple). Though insecticons do not make their own eggs like flyers, one insecticon will provide the eggs which they transfer into another cybertronian through an ovipositor and another will provide that egg filled cybertronian with transfluid. Insecticons actually require three cybertronians to reproduce a unique new cybertronian if there are only two the hatchling will come out a clone of the parent providing both the eggs and transfluid. This is probably due to the fact that insecticons gather in swarms or hives so the hive will be more connected since they mate in groups of three.

Insecticons if in need of new coding to pass on to the sparklings will get what they call a incubator or donners. They do this by asking other cybertronians if they would be willing to help carry their next brood or provide transfluid to those carrying. The hive will take donners to the carriers to provide transfluid and then set them on there way while the incubators are treated with much more hospitality. They are feed, kept full ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), and happy because the hive knows if a carrier is upset it can risk the brood. After the carrier has laid they are given a bit to rest and then they either can stay to help raise the brood provided they hive thinks they will do good or leave.

An individual insecticon makes 3-7 eggs each time they mate.

Predacons (going of off TFPrime)

Predacons like Flyers give birth to eggs and will nest up high. Especially protective of there clutches and have 2-3 per clutch. Predacons also require constant transfluid donations.

They can transform at any stage of carrying like Beastmoders. Predacons will get a noticeable belly bump at the later stages of carrying because they are so big, making it harder to tell if they are sparked or not.

Predacons will stay in there Thunders when sparked and stay away from those they consider a threat while asserting dominance over those they see lower to tell them not to mess with me... like a high school bully but with fire breath :)

After laid there will always be at least one Predacon watching over the next depending on the size of the Thunder (group of dragons thought it would fit)

If there were to be a sparkling from two different cybertronian species the way the sparkling was born would depend on who’s carrying. Ex. if a Flyer were to carry A Floaters newspark the Egg would be hard-shelled or if a Floater carried a Grounders newspark they would be soft-shelled.

All Cybertronians, no matter the species, can have more than two parents. This is possible because transfluid gives the protoform coding making polyarmorus relationships just as common as monogamous ones in the cybertronian race.

If I didn’t mention something you think would fit and you think it’s a great idea sent it to my inbox I would love to add more, all thoughts are welcome!!!

[spartanxhunterx]

bug and Shelld head cannons?

Nino is A Pan-Demisexual.

Marinette is a chaotic Bi.

During colder weather Akuma attacks are less frequent and hero activity is decreased. Cause all three of them are negatively affected by the cold.

Carapace is the strongest Miraculous holder, balanced by his slow speed and lack of maneuverability. Outclassed only by the Ox miraculous.

Plagg is a little shit 30% of the time, the other 70% he is sleeping.

Turtle! Habits!: When overwhelmed Nino covers his face with his hat, Carapace ducks into his hood. 

Nino getting thicker skin from the miraculous + more muscles from the activities = Tough Boy.

Nino gets better at swimming and also gets a passion for tea (Did you know some turtles drink wild tea? I saw a post that said that once.)

Ladybugs wings, Nino's second power (fortify) and second tool, is due to the unbalanced nature of the Cat not being truly active like the Ladybug. (Hence why in Gattinera, Ladybug doesn't have wings)

Plagg is a little shit.

Kim, Nino and Marinette are childhood friends. (Sue me)

Plagg is a little shit

[magnanum]

@askteamshelds

“but also it is said that polis with scald will pull you trough any challenge!”

((trying a new sketchier style here! I kind of dig cleaning a sketch instead of tracing over it))

[lodgeshizuoka]

patagonia shelld synchilla jacket made in usa size S(実寸S〜M位) #patagonia #vintagepatagonia (LODGE heavy&duty outdoor equipment store) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6kPMF5p3mS/?igshid=1pl95qvedm7xf

[joseandrestabarnia]

Nautilus shellde decorada por Cornelis van Bellekin (probablemente Amsterdam entre 1615 y 1635 - 1696 y 1711). Era pintor y cortador de nácar. Musée du Louvre.