#They're primas your honor

[toon-tales]

Like prima, like primita

[yoayoaa]

OMG YIPPY OPEN REQUEST!!! Hello, how are ya doing!!! I was wondering if I could ask/request for a cybertronian! Reader with four arms and they're like ancient cybertronian that was king/queen of the battlefield during war very VERY eons ago like when the first prime was made (prima) and they sooner became too overpowering and too strong with their power so they sealed up reader until they were unsealed by Megatron (Tfp/transformer prime) but reader switched teams and teamed up with the Autobots!! I hope this isn't too much...😭🙏🙏 I was wondering if you could make it as a scenario or one shot? Idk up to you because my mind is FILLED with ideas for your inbox👍

HELLO! I'm doing good thanks for asking!! OF COURSE YOU COULD!! THIS WAS INTERESTING TO WRITE

Prompt: ancient cybertronian!reader whos overpowered, sealed and was released by Megatron to join the Decepticons but joined Autobots instead

Warnings: no warnings, im using [y/n] in here

Notes: i made the reader being sealed somewhere on cybertron since they exist during the first prime, i hope you dont mind!! Anyways hope you enjoy this :D this is also a bit long geez-

Megatron made his way towards Cybertron again but not to revive an undead army. He was there to release someone from the time of the first prime, someone whos an overpowered warrior before being sealed. Soundwave had decoded a relic that tells them of this bot who was sealed due to being too overpowered, and Megatron has full intentions to make that bot join the Decepticon cause. Ironically none of them had ever heard of this bot until now, he basically has the upper hand if this bot decided to join the cause.

As Megatron arrived to place, he could see how old yet sturdy the seal was. He began to forcefully open the seal before finding out there lays a bot with four arms, a frame almost as big as Predaking. He slowly approached the figure, circling around them as he return to his original position. The bot's servos twitched as they slowly opened their optics before said optics was suddenly blown wide in shock. They quickly sat up and looked around before their gaze lands on Megatron. With optics filled with confusion, they began asking him some questions. "Where am I? What time is it? And more importantly, who are you?" They asked as they narrowed their optics, eons of slumber has rendered their sight a bit blurry.

"My designation is Megatron, the one who has freed you from this wretched seal. You are still in Cybertron, although it has gone dark here. What is your designation, great warrior?" Megatron asked. "I Thank you, Megatron. My designation is [y/n], and what do you mean by Cybertron went dark?" They questioned as they slowly stood up to their full height, towering over him by a bit. "During your slumber, there was war that a faction of bots has started, they are called the Autobots. So we made another faction, the Decepticons, to go against them and defend Cybertron. But because of the Autobot's reckless act, Cybertron is no more. Now the only surviving bots are refuging on Earth." He explained. [y/n] got suspicious, due to the fact theres the word 'deception' in their faction.

"If you are good, why are you called 'Decepticons'?" They asked. "It is because they wanted to villainize us, but instead we wear it like a badge of honor. We won't let that label bring us down. Now, I would like to ask you a favor as the leader of the Decepticons." Megatron said, slowly walking towards them as he stoped right in front of them. [y/n] blinked as they debated with themself before deciding to agree to hear about the favor first. "You will join our cause to defeat the Autobots, in return you will be well cared for in the Decepticons. You are an excellent warrior after all." He offered. They only silently ponder as they weight their choices. They dont have anyone else that they know of here, the only 'safer option' is to accept it. "I accept this offer." They said as they offer their servos for a handshake as the deal was made.

It already has been a few earth months after that day, they still remember it clearly. Months of observation has given them enough detail that they are at the wrong side of the war. Now they sat on their birth, looking at their Decepticon insignia as [y/n] creates a plan. A plan that will hopefully change their life for the better, they planned to somehow switch sides to be an Autobot. They planned to sneak during night time where the halls of the nemesis was not too crowded before making their way towards the flight deck, unfortunately this will be a bit difficult due to the fact that their 4 arms stood out.

Night has fallen on Earth and now they're executing their plan. Avoiding any vehicons and cameras in the hallway, they successfully arrived at the flight deck. Thankfully their alt-mode takes flight so they could escape easily. Now they had land somewhere deserted in Nevada, hoping that their signal would attract the autobots here. Fortunately it did, as Optimus himself along with Bumblebee and Bulkhead. "I would like to ask you a favor, prime. I would like to move to your faction as i've seen enough misdeeds done by the Decepticons." [y/n] said. Optimus was ready to accept when a few beeps from Bumblebee, assuming it was beeps of protest, made Optimus paused for awhile. After a bit more convincing to both the Autobots and the leader himself, they got accepted. Now they only need to worry if the others would willingly accept them right after they defect from the Decepticons.

[gaoau]

mercury

tria prima note — i dont even go here dont look at me word count — 720

next.

whenever Albedo talks on and on about his latest project, [Name] can't help but listen in awe. they're used to transmutation and creation, but there's something individually phenomenal in each word he pronounces. calculated stages of life, the power of the sun, the science of his consciousness. they soak in all of his words, the shape of his spirit barely visible while he reads from his notes.

[Name] wonders in his brief silence, "Albedo, have you ever tried?" they breathe into their hands and warm them up against the fire they built. the temperature of their own spirit isn't enough to bring feeling back into their numb fingers, but they reach into their satchel for cinnabar anyway. Albedo hums curiously, waiting for them to finish their thoughts. "mercury into gold?" they turn their attention towards him. the flames dance in their eyes.

"of course," he answers as if it were obvious. maybe it is. why else would he name his own sword after mercury ore? or rather, how much does he know about the human spirit? "i never pass up the opportunity to work with something as fascinating as mercury." a smile pulls on his lips. the fire flickers. with a gentle gesture like his, [Name] might start believing he breathes out mercury vapor. 

he seems to be glowing as he speaks; mercury transmutation, neutron bombardment, radioactive results. ([Name] doesn't put it past him, even if he reminds them how breathing in toxic cinnabar fumes is incredibly dangerous.) but Albedo would try everything and anything to reach satisfactory conclusions. [Name] listens attentively and in utter fascination as they grind a toxic rock into paint pigment, only because he'd been running low on vermillion paint. they consider Albedo, if no one else, can harness the energy of the sun with his own spirit if he tries hard enough.

the power of gold and every celestial body in the universe couldn't possibly compare to his very brain. the stimulation that comes from hearing him explain his thoughts in detail. it takes him a moment of silence, but Albedo notices, although quiet and eager to simply listen, [Name] has plenty to share. 

"is there something on your mind, [Name]?" his words drift into a chuckle.

it makes them laugh, and Albedo sees it materializing into mist in the Dragonspine cold. they look up from the powdered venom in their hands. "a lot." mostly him. his eyes pull theirs in like a magnet pulls the weakest metal. 

"i'm willing to lend an ear for a change."

"nothing you don't already know."

mercury into gold—his spirit into the sun. Albedo's breath and electricity, creating short waves of light unseen by the naked eye. visible fluorescence only [Name] has the honor to catch when their spirit fuses with his. almost as if glittering, he came to them with a thirst for exploration and experimentation.

[Name] smiles warmly at him, driving the pestle into the mortar on autopilot to make sure the cinnabar is nothing but powder. mercury is so, so toxic. "you know the principle of volatility?" they start, admiring the charming glow of his gaze against the fire as if he were shining under ultraviolet light. he carefully listens to their insightful sentences. "you're breathing, you have a spirit." mercury is so, so beautiful; liquid metal, silver and pristine.

Albedo wonders if these words are fit for him.

"and even past bodily death, your spirit survives in the last breath you take." when [Name] glances down to his lips, his exhales are just as cold as the freezing mountain wind. "its volatility is high enough to fuse with the air and live on. and that's the principle of fusibility." concepts of life interconnected with alchemy in philosophical ways he wouldn't normally consider for experiments. they reach towards him with their own mind to speak all the little thoughts inside them.

his breath, his consciousness, his personality, his genius. whatever it may be, he counts [Name]'s words of awe to deconstruct ideas and theories, flipping everything on its head with knowledge and love. their breath manifests into mist. every peek they take into his spirit fades with the crackling of the fire. there's nothing left of the cinnabar but fine dust.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e10 death's door (w. sera gamble)

"dick is coming." *cut to "the rise of dick" graphic* i literally facepalmed. "he's making the doctor eat himself" you know. these leviathans, the special effects are so bad. this is supposed to be a sad bobby episode, quit snarkin.

i like bobby but i don't really have any emotional attachment to him either, i just can't seem to connect with jim beaver. and this feels like an honoring the special character we're killing off type episode. we'll see if they manage to get any tears out from me (if they do it'll be almost definitely via the boys' feelings)

BOBBY No, listen to me, Rufus. I’m gonna die! RUFUS Oh, now that’s a realistic view of the mortality rate on a ghost hunt. RUFUS is holding an EMF reader, which lights up and makes noises. RUFUS Whoa, whoa, Nellie, red line. All right, baby boy, here we go.

(see now there's an actor i can connect with! i'm glad we have this excuse to bring rufus back)

obligatory comment that this reaper is young and cute. winchester and co get the fresh ones, apparently

RUFUS I'll be a prima ballerina. Wait, wait, Bobby. Are you trying to tell me I'm just one of your better memories?

♥️

BOBBY You're coming with me, Rufus. RUFUS What? BOBBY I need my partner on this. Please.

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BOBBY So, you're telling me that the way out was through your worst memory? RUFUS It's an important door, Bobby.

so er uh WAIT

the magicians s4e5 escape from the happy place

this is like the magicians episode s4e5 (periodic reminder sera was showrunner there too) escape from the happy place! eliot has to go through his worst memories to find the door to talk to quentin while he's possessed by the monster! lol

CHARLTON There's a door somewhere. Hidden deep in a forgotten remembrance.

ELIOT Huh. So just my most repressed and traumatic memory.

that's just. so funny. because that's the episode that really attracted a bunch of people to the fandom because it's where queliot became like.. canon with a possible future, as opposed to something that happened in the past (in a time loop). oh and hey i made some dumb parallels/comparatives thing with the smith/wesson spn episode and that episode here and i painted the queliot kiss from that ep to

all right. back to the spn. not telling your wife you don't want kids when you knew she did? not cool, bobby.

speaking of not cool. that startled me badly and poked that DV trigger. wanna show manly idiot grief exploding in aggression, do it not right next to a person's head. have him turn around and hit something. ugh.

DEAN He's not gonna die. SAM He might. DEAN Sam. SAM Dean, listen – we need to brace ourselves. DEAN Why? SAM Because it's real. DEAN What do you want to do? You want to hug and – and say we made it through it when Dad died? We've been through enough.

dean handling this as well as i expected. gotta lean on each other, man. don't leave sam alone with his satan-vision.

BOBBY (on phone) No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled. Yeah, I know I ain't their dad.

you know i'm always here for john winchester shade.

BOBBY’S FATHER Good. You break everything you touch. BOBBY Uh-huh. Well, as fate would have it, I adopted two boys, and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to hell!

nice to hear bobby's proud of them. his best memory being movie night with the boys bickering did get to me.

tw cancer / parental death under the cut

that fight with dean being in denial about bobby possibly dying and leaving sam alone in the hospital.. just got the mental calculation of how realistic is this type of clash, but then okay my dad died from cancer when i was 16, he was at home with hospice care. but my mom.. she died when i was 32. in the hospital, from cancer.

me and my brother were out there, she lived in az and i was in minnesota at the time, my brother in new england. she checked into the hospital for some biopsies and then rapidly declined and died 2 weeks later. we didn't even know she had cancer before then. so we were with her the last week. obviously real life is different from a show.

but i did have a moment where i had to leave. my brother was trying to help my mom have some ice chips but she was really so out of it, she couldn't deal with a solid in her mouth and she started choking. brought up one of the worst memories of when my dad was sick. mom woke me up, frantic, pulled me downstairs because my dad couldn't breathe and he was trying to sign something to her in ASL in the alphabet but she didn't know the letters. he was saying he couldn't breathe.

anyway. this show manages to jab me in the dead parents feelings routinely.

[wistrea]

the honor of being written into a role in a play as meticulously planned and flawlessly directed by yvette's hand is not something that the witch takes lightly. there was little that was comparable to this thrill, and she had every intention of bringing a light that rivaled the dazzling gleam of the scene that the prima donna had already brought to life before them. furore may be the most stunning chess board she has ever witnessed, with pieces dancing purposefully, and others swept away in the bliss of revelry unaware that they drink because yvette allowed it, that they manage to breathe this air only because yvette deemed then deserving of it for now. they reminded her of leaves floating down the river, others flying in the winds that drew them away from the branches. kira was beginning to think that even flaws, if there were even any to be found, were intentional by design. perhaps one would only find a sour note amidst the melodies if it was something that she deemed had a place, had some use. the witch thinks of herself as something similar. surely, she must have done something right if the prima donna had allowed her to walk with her on her arm because she had done something right, if she had her own place in this myriad of glamour.

and what a captivating place to be in, as she finds herself stealing glances ever so often to her companion, who was the only one in the entirety of the room who could see the subtle uplift of the corners of her rose - painted lips. it was fun, this little game of theirs. there is an illusion that laces every word that escapes their lips in their conversation, intentions hidden behind clandestine wording that sounded ever so sweet to the ear, it made smiling easy. yvette was not a topic she wanted defined by words on a parchment. she wanted to learn by experience, by every touch and exchange of insinuations that leave her wanting for more time because there is still so much to unravel in that stunning countenance.

❛    you think they're pretty?     ❜ although it was phrased as a question, kira spoke it with dulcet tones that destroy any illusion of innocence she did not bother attempting. the compliment bestowed 'pon the nature of her fingers opens up far too many possibilities to tease. ❛    it might be my turn to accuse you of flattery, my lady.     ❜

in the time that the prima donna speaks, the witch is silent and listening, offering a hum of acknowledgement to fill the empty spaces in between to portray that her undivided attention still belonged to her. the mention of artifacts never fails to elicit her interest, perking up just a sliver enough until she is brought into the dance. a soft laugh escaped her lips, one that sounded far too genuine to be described as a performative act. ❛    is the hat not justification enough for our course of action?    ❜ kira suggests with a humorous tone, bending down just enough to be able to draw nearer to yvette's whispers. ❛    and what of the actors, my lady? to be disposed of, or to be allowed to see your second act?    ❜

when she draws herself but a sliver nearer, her lips nearly brush against the shell of the other's ear as she says softly herself, ❛    i'd not waste your time and effort by delivering anything less than perfect. i'll ensure that you shall seek an encore from me even after the curtains have already been drawn.    ❜

it's electrifying when gloved hand slots in between that of her companion,    foreign claws holding her tenderly,    within grip laid something carnally dangerous    ━━━    a curiosity best laid out in whispers behind velvet curtains.    delicate is the way free hand is placed upon bosom,    fingertips resting upon ornate jewelry while the simper    that blooms upon crimson blessed tiers    is one that's coated in playful ambiguity.    many are the masks the swan queen wears,    many are the layers    this serpent of eden    swaths herself in and golden is the apple she offers to any daring to gaze upon her.    kira,    her crow upon the windowsill,    had long opened delectable lips to take a bite from the gifted bleeding fruit    ━━━    a contract signed in blood.

time seems to slow down when    frosted blue meets the sharp lavender    that danced within the witch's eyes.    how the waves swept across visage,    followed the high hills of cheekbones,    down towards    the bow of tiers she wished to part    like one would do when picking petals apart.    a vision unlike the swans she kept under diamond studded wings: ��  kira,    a beauty sharp and detached,    like the moon upon the   water.    easy to admire but unable to be caught,    but here the prima donna was determined to pull that pearl out of the sky and adorn herself with it.    adorn herself with all that the witch was.    take her apart and    finally understand why thunder reigned within her own chest    whenever gazes would meet,    why poisonous smile grew ever only more wicked when pulled towards the witch. to unravel.    to simply know.

when voice reaches her ears it's as if she's ripped away from an illusion,    forced to return to the lights,    song and dance;    the dream she created herself.    yvette shapes herself into kira's side,    shamelessly,    playfully,    holding tightly upon arm as they descend down spiraling staircase.    from the     starless night where the witch reigned    they stepped out into the glow of dazzling light,    here were yvette held court.    the music that surrounds them    are the waves    upon which her swans move,    the steps her guests take and where she now guides her partner-in-crime in to.    ❝   ah,    you sure are a delight.    how you must have    all the girls    wrapped around your pretty fingers.   ❞   dulcet is her voice,    a melody it is,    where she was the snake and it's charmer simultaneously.    ❝   now, as for our players within this particular play    ━━━    ❞    voice is carried away by hidden laughter while head is lowered,    angling herself fully into the crow's space,    whispering in an ear as copper ringlets daringly mixed with a curtain of black.

❝    a rich pig who has some    interesting artifacts    hidden in his treasure.    foolish enough to boast about it.    look at him,    the one currently trying to get attention of my girl's,    in the obnoxiously brown top hat. truly,    who allowed him to leave his house like that   ?  ❞     she's sharp tongue,    mockery.    ❝   that woman watching us right now is planning to hire your group,    you must take it.    she is of no interest to me but her mother is.    a debt must be paid and i wish it to be delivered by your hand,   darling.    ❞   yvette pulls herself away from the witch,    instead gloved hands reach for the other's,    holding it as if they were treasure itself.    without warning does    the prima donna    pull the single person she would ever want to perform for deeper into the dance floor,    claiming her spot upon the stage    ━━━     pouring her sunlight,    her spotlight upon kira.   ❝    remember,    you are my lead actor.    this play i've written would you not see to it's end   ?  ❞   hand finds a shoulder,    the other securely holding that of kira,    heels sliding across the floor as she pulled the witch into a sudden dance.   ❝   a finale worthy of my name.   ❞

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on the newly revealed starter pokemon? I personally feel like some changes coukdve been made to really polish Fuecoco's design (omitting the second smaller stem-thing, adding more teeth, longer lower jaw), but otherwise I think they're fairly good! I like the homosexual duck

(Note: Pokemon reviews on this blog typically go in order of submission, but I'm nudging this one forward in honor of Scarlet and Violet's announcement. Reviews will return to the regular order after this.)

Sprigatito (btw, can we talk about what a fantastic name that is? actually all three of these guys have good names) is pretty good and very cute. I like the expression--this definitely looks like a capricious attention-seeker--and the way the fur on the head is stylized, which is accented by the loose fur on the tail. The dark green accents are well placed and draw the eye through the design nicely as well.

I don't even have much to nitpick about it, aside from the fact that I wish the pattern on the face had another point to match the leaf mane's shape.

However, I do feel like it suffers from being pretty plain. This is more or less the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a "grass-type long-haired cat". It's not bad, but it lacks flavor, having neither a unique body shape or a distinctive theme yet.

With that said, sometimes starters start off bland before they get interesting. Fennekin and Litten are both in Sprigatito's ballpark, and both don't start to get a clear theme until the second or even third evo. I'm not saying Sprigatito here needs to become bipedal (though for the record, I don't really care what it does as long as the design's good), just that the plainness might not be a problem if the design becomes more interesting down the road.

It's also one of the harder Pokemon to guess what direction the evo's going to go in, given the lack of theme. Personally, I would like to see something lynx-esc, both because they're present in the region's area and because we don't really have a lynx Pokemon (other than the Shinx line, but those don't actually look like lynxes visually). You can kind of see how the face fur would lean into the lynx's tufts, as would the leaf collar:

The description mentions it being attention-seeking, so maybe something with a prima donna vibe, like Serperior? Or something with a stage theme, more along the lines of Primarina?

Anyway, the point is that Sprigatito’s a solid start, but I hope it gets more unique as it evolves.

Fuecoco’s my personal favorite so far. It’s kind of the polar opposite of Sprigatito, having a very distinctive body shape and theme right off the bat. Chili peppers are a legitimately great concept, both tying into the region and providing a fitting type.

In terms of what I like, the white on the face is very distinctive and invokes the idea of a pepper well, as do the “stems”. The colors are nicely balanced throughout and the body shape, as mentioned previously, is a unique one. In other words, it’s pretty visually striking.

There’s only a few nitpicks I have. I don’t mind the second stem visually, but I don’t think it’s needed, especially because peppers normally only have one. The square on the chest looks a bit off; I would’ve like to see the underbelly come up and become rounded to match the face instead. And finally, I would’ve liked to see a bit more anatomy here and there, mostly in the legs as it’s hard to picture this thing walking (just give it some haunches and put the claws underneath).

And when it comes to evolution, while everyone is focused on Sprigatito saying quadrupedal, I’d kind of like to see Fuecoco go that route personally. We already have an alligator in Feraligatr, so it dropping onto all fours would be a way to easily differentiate the two. The hot pepper thing could be worked into more, with it gaining leaves and becoming part grass type, and maybe the tail could become bent up like the end of a hot pepper or something.

I’ve also heard the idea of a chef evo tossed around due the food idea, and I’d certainly be down for that; the white could lead into a chef’s hat of sorts, for example.

I’ve also heard some people suggest that the starters could share each other type’s as secondary’s this time around due to fire/grass being the obvious choice here. Not sure how likely it is to happen, but it would certainly be interesting.

As a whole, it’s a solid and memorable design that just needs to get a bit more definition to the anatomy as it evolves.

Finally, Quaxly is still pretty good, but it doesn’t stick out in my mind as much. I think it’s because it looks a bit too muck like Ducklett to me. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not that similar, but the faces in particular bear some resemblance, and then take into consideration that they’re both ducks and they just start to blur together a bit for me.

In terms of the design, the teal color is pulled through well and I like little beret, as well as the general design of the face. The only things I’m not big on are that curved line on the chest (I guess it’s meant to be chest feathers, but why only one and why is it shaded like it’s indented?) and the weird little squiggly line on the hat, which I can only assume will play into something in the evos becuase it has no reason to be there otherwise.

Not much else to say beyond that; much like Sprigatito up there, it’s a bit on the bland side at this point, not helped by the fact that a water-type duck is inherently a straightforward combo. However, the difference is that Quaxly has just enough in the design to hint at a potential theme, rather than being completely up in the air.

The mention of it being earnest and tidy, combined with the hat and the X in the name makes me inclined to believe with the idea that it’s going to gain some kind of conquistador theme to it; the hat becoming one of those metal ones with a big feather, the tidiness lending to a military-esq strictness, ect. Many conquistadors traveled on ships, so the water theme would fit.

Though personally, I hope it does something different, or at least goes in more of a pirate direction; conquistadors are kind of known for ~~enslaving and murdering people~~ so I’d rather not have the charming little duck turn into that. Of course, this is only speculation anyway.

As a whole, these starters feel a lot better than Gen 8′s in my opinion. Whereas Gen 8 had a bunch of near-identical body shapes, there’s a good variety on display here; one cat quadruped, one chunky bipedal reptile, and one bird. Each silhouette looks distinctive and there’s already some interesting themes and design elements at play, so I’m excited to see how these guys evolve. A solid start.