#Ultra Omega Burn

[shyspider]

Chapter Summary: Alan resumes clearing out Omega Supreme, and stays behind to fix them as Prime's team returns to the rescue mission. Prowl's strike team lands on Cybertron to begin their hunt for you ahead of everyone else. Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Relationships: Soundwave & You, Shockwave & You, Skywarp & You, Rumble & You, Frenzy & You, Starscream & You, Prowl & You, Hot Rod | Rodimus & You, Drift | Deadlock & You, Sideswipe/You, Sunstreaker/You Characters: Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, Megatron, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Buzzsaw, Lazerbeak, Flatline - Character, Optimus Prime, Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, Omega Supreme, Wheeljack, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, OCs, Background & Cameo Characters, You, Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Human Experimentation, Action/Adventure, Gunfire/firefights, Minor Character Death, Fear, Kidnapping, Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Trauma, Incorrect assumptions, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Romance (background), polyamory (background), Rescue Missions, 80s setting, Outer Space, biological mutations, Resurrection, You are a Medical Scientist, You/Reader has a name (kinda stuck with it now), You/Reader has a background for plot, Enemies to Friends, Captives to crushes, suggestive content, Sexual Content, Marked/Skippable explicit chapters, longfic, Hurt/Comfort, pre-MtMte/LL storyline, Canon Events rearranged, Implied/Referenced Character Death, attempted redemption, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings in Author's Notes

[butterfly-stitches]

INSTINCT.

[ Explicit ] // MDNI

AO3

Pairings: Russell Adler x Bell, Frank Woods x Bell Ensemble: Russell Adler, Frank Woods, Alex Mason, Reader, Bell (Implied Fem!Bell), Helen A. Park, Eleazar "Lazar" Azoulay, Lawrence Sims, Jason Hudson

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Military Inaccuracies, Medical Inaccuracies, A/B/O Prejudice, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Implied/Referenced Torture, Medical Experimentation, Accidental Knotting, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Animal Instincts, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scenting, Scent Marking, Older Man/Younger Woman, Hurt/Comfort, Mildly Dubious Consent, POV Second Person, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Betrayed by your own and left for dead, you were captured and interrogated by the enemy. But you gave them nothing. Desperate times call for desperate measures as the saying went. And by it, the use of MK-Ultra. Melding you into something more manageable. Making you believe that you work alongside the CIA and have known Adler for many years. But what your capturers didn’t expect was the byproduct of transmutation in the after process of menticide. Turning you, an alpha, into an omega. Now Adler and the rest of the team must learn to adapt and adjust to an omega in their military pack. All while trying to stop the puppeteering machinations of a once dormant Soviet spy network led by a man, and your old pack alpha, known only as Perseus.

But having an omega on the team only makes things more complicated than necessary. Especially one so unpredictable and so fresh out of MK-Ultra. An alpha and an omega naturally gravitate towards each other like a binary black hole. And no one, not even a highly desensitized alpha like Adler, can deny their instincts forever.

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Chapter 1: variable.

Words: 2,272 Summary: In which you are remolded …

“You’re sure?” 

Outside a bright white lab room, in a just as bright hallway, two figures watched from behind a one-way glass window. The tall one had a cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth, puffing away leisurely despite the building being a smoke-free area. It was well-ventilated enough was his reasoning, stress was another. But the woman next to him didn’t complain nor comment, being an avid smoker herself. 

Nonetheless, the woman beside him nodded at the question.

“I am.” 

The man inhaled, his cigarette glowing brighter at the end with his deep intake. The woman next to him’s answer slowly seeped in his head. It was a heavy thing to process. His fatigue-addled brain only made it harder for him to come to terms with it and the situation that would follow. 

Smoke fell from the man’s marred lips.

“Run those tests again.”

But the woman right beside him didn’t move, shifting the clipboard that she cradled in her arms instead. Pages and pages of test results from various trials, medical and psych evaluations, were fastened to it. But she didn’t need to look them over again to double check and verify what they all indicated. She knew.

“Already done — they all came to the same conclusion.”

The man next to her was silent once more. His cigarette burned idly between his fingers as a thin smoky thread swirled away from the smoldering end. The woman handed him the clipboard, giving him a glance here and there as he flipped through the pages meticulously. Cigarette clamped between his lips as he read through the results. But the man found that it was as she claimed it to be. The test results were indicating the same thing; the subject’s designation status had indeed regressed. 

Wordlessly, the man handed back the clipboard. Pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke with a long exhale, processing it with a newfound clarity. Still staring into the windowed wall from behind his dark aviators. Eyes still dead set on the coroner gurney in the far center of the room.

An alpha turned omega…

Well, that definitely threw a wrench into the works. 

Such a phenomenon wasn't empirically impossible – just extremely rare; intermittent and indeterminable. An idiopathic etiology of menticide in theory. Although not unprecedented. Alex Mason, another hapless guinea pig of MK-Ultra, had suffered the same thing. Over time, throughout the process, Mason’s designation status had wholly changed too. At the flip of a switch, his biology had altered entirely in order to adapt to his new status. As well as the entire rewiring of an already broken brain. But Mason's biological transmutation had not been as drastic as the subject’s. Not as non-sequential; Having only turned from being an alpha to a beta. 

Even the man’s own brief employment with the Advanced Technologies and Applications program in Eastern Kentucky couldn’t replicate or even culminate such results in their human trials and experimentations. Yet he was used to things not all going according to plan, adapting and thinking on your feet was a part of the job. But this… this was more of a major setback than he preferred. Omegas only made things more complex than necessary.

“Adler?” The woman next to him lifted her thin brow at him as he brewed in his thoughts. Concerned by his prolonged silence. But his eyes didn't move to meet her inquisitive look. 

“This doesn’t change our mission.” He informed her. 

“Clearly,” She said, turning back around to view the bright room in front of them. Just like the older man next to her. “But it does make things quite difficult, however.”

Adler exhaled a smoky breath. And, after a moment, asked. “How do you think we should approach this then, Park?”

The woman next to him audibly hummed. Lips pursed in thought as her manicured fingernails drummed on the back of the clipboard. “Well, I suppose we still stick to the plan. With minor adjustments of course.”

“Minor adjustments?” 

Agent Park nodded. “And more precautions, yes. The subject will need a lot more necessities than before. More support, more monitoring. Omegas can be quite… ”

“Needy.” He finished her sentence. 

Park, in turn, gave Adler a look, sharp eyes narrowing. Sensing his surly mood. “ Sensitive . Omegas can easily go into distress if their needs aren’t met, especially if they can’t adjust to new territory. Let alone a new pack. No matter how temporary it will be.”

Adler went quiet again. Half cigarette burned idly between his fingers. He felt the fatigue weigh down on him even more now. The caffeinated surge of energy from his dark roast coffee prior was starting to wear off. And another cigarette wouldn’t hurt as well. 

“Didn’t take you for such an advocate, Park.”

“Only when necessary. It's effective when I encounter stubborn men too set in their ways.”

The beta woman’s goading was lighthearted, he knew. An attempt to nullify the sullenness that was growing palpable in the air. But he brushed it off nonetheless, like a piece of lint on his shirt.

Park eyed Adler. Watched as he pulled his aviators off and rubbed a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. Massaging at the stress gathered there, where his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Adler blew out a harsh smoke-filled sigh, hanging his aviators on his woolen vest. The bright fluorescent lighting was starting to make his head throb. 

“Adler. There’s no other contingency plan to fall back onto. In order to get what we need and when we need it, accommodations are necessary whether we like it or not. This is the only way.”

But Adler knew Park was right. To try and construct another course of action would only be detrimental in the long run. Time was going without a hitch or a hurdle. And who was he to ask it to change its nature? Results needed to be made and progress needed to be set into motion. 

“Guess, you’re right. We have no choice but to stick with the plan.” 

“With adjustments, of course.” Park added on.

Adler shifted forward, leaning his weight on the narrow windowsill. His aviators on the collar of his wool sweater vest clunked against the high clearance badge on his lanyard. They both stood there stationary, both occupied with their own thoughts.

“Hudson might burst a blood vessel over this.” Adler then said, breaking the silence between them. 

With a sardonic curl of her oxblood lips, Park only snickered. “Let’s hope so. It beats having him breathing down our necks for once.”

Adler didn’t say much more after that. Only stared into the lab room towards you – the sedated subject strapped to the gurney in the far center. A shallow crease soon appeared between his brows, tongue running across gritted teeth, tracing along pointed canines. 

An alpha turned omega…

How pathetic. 

It was almost pitiful. To witness how far the mighty had fallen. Not just for a Russian loyalist so high on Perseus’ totem pole, but as an alpha. For one’s very nature, one’s entire being to up and change. To crack and crumble under deceit and pressure. From a great redwood that stood tall against the gales only to be felled; whittled down until you were nothing but splinters of firewood. 

Admittedly, he had been impressed at first; Alpha to Alpha, face to face. Understanding of your disposition. Your stubbornness, your aggression, your loyalty to your pack’s idealism. Your piety to your pack alpha: Perseus. Even for a person betrayed by one of your own. Resilient to any traditional methods in their arsenal. Unbroken, unbridled. Even throughout the long hours of interrogation and torture. How shameful you were now. Pliant and pacified. An inferiority before him now. Adler supposed that you were never a true alpha in the end. There was always a weakness inside you it seemed. And such weakness needed to be culled.

But those grievances were more idiosyncratic, a disgraceful thing to his inner alpha. Your subjugation from MK-Ultra made you more useful now. Even if your brain was nothing but pulp and rind in the end. Omega or not, you were a vital asset now more than ever. 

And Adler would make sure to get use out of you. 

He was growing restive. 

Stuck in the office, sitting around all day, and doing nothing but paperwork. For a man of action like Adler, it was a fate worse than death. Like an addict, he was feening; an adrenaline junkie without an arrant dosage of the rush that came naturally within his line of work. What was supposedly a short-term position, lasting no longer than a few days, turned into a week of doing nothing but paperwork. He was a workaholic. But a white-collar worker was an antithesis to his very being. Being idle for so long was eating away at his composure and his patience wore paper thin.

But orders were orders. And protocol preceded him.

Adler had just finished up his tedious workload, eyes stinging from staring at papers all day, when there came a knocking on his office door. He turned just as Park opened the door, giving her a nod as she entered inside his space. The sterile scent of antiseptic and bleach clung to her, overpowering the stench of stale smoke and coffee in the room. A concentrated contrast that made Adler crinkle his nose at it. Feeling an urge to sneeze in order to clear his sinuses.

He watched as Park settled herself across the room, leaning against the filing cabinets in front of the desk. But even from afar, Adler could see her exhaustion. The droop in her usual head-held-up-high posture. Dark bags under her eyes, the blanch of her skin. Noticeable no matter how much Park tried to hide it with concealer and blush.

Adler leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at her. “Any updates?” 

“Yes. The sedation was a success and the subject is recovering fairly well. Just a bit of sickness from being under sedation, largely for longer than was anticipated. But a full recovery is to be expected.”

He hummed. “It lasted longer than I thought.” 

The undercurrent of disgruntlement wasn’t lost on Park, especially as beta. So biologically intuited with the influx of emotions, even the slightest change. The beta woman adjusted the reading glasses on her face. 

“Unsurprisingly. First heats are unpredictable in how long they last. Some last a few days, even weeks. But even after, the heats that follow remain irregular. It takes months before they start to stabilize. Especially without an alpha to help.”

Adler made an interested noise. Mindlessly taking a sip of coffee that had long grown cold. “Seems intricate.”

“Quite so.” The beta woman let out a soft sigh, “But for the subject’s first heat to come so suddenly after MK-Ultra well …” Park paused then shook her head as if to stop her overthinking, “Well, no need to dwell on it further. It’s one less thing to worry about in Berlin. I suppose we were lucky in that regard.” 

“Hm, some are luckier than others.”

Park crossed her arms, eyeing Adler. 

“I suppose so.” She said, “But you know the procedures. You can’t be anywhere near the lab. You’re lucky you were even allowed to work, let alone be at the facility.”

“I can control myself.” He fished out a cigarette carton from the pocket of his leather jacket hanging off the coat rack next to him. “But filling out paperwork and filing it away all day’s not what I signed up for. S’not my job.”

Park smiled. “I think it quite suits you actually.”

Adler’s lips pressed tight, tapping the carton against his hand until a cigarette slid out onto his palm. “Do I have clearance, Park?”

She regarded him for a moment. “You do.”

“Good.” Adler settled the cigarette between his lips. “About time.” 

“You know patience is a virtue. Has anyone told you that, Adler?” Park exhaled out.

“All the time.” He mumbled behind his teeth, thumbing at his lighter. The cigarette in his mouth smoldered, catching the flame. And Adler inhaled. Then blew smoke out in a slow and steady exhale of breath. “But in my experience, patience is nothing but passivity and a goddamn waste of time.”

“As I said: stubborn men too set in their ways.”

Adler only huffed on his cigarette, lip curled at the edge. 

“We leave in a couple days. The subject will be ready before then.”

Park turned to leave but stopped herself, turning on her heel as she looked at the man quietly. “And Adler?”

He canted his head to the side towards Park standing in the doorway. Cigarette resting between his blunt fingertips, simmering low. Lips pressed into a fine line. 

“Happy Birthday.”

She then left with the shut of the door and the click of heels fading down the hallway. Leaving the pristine smell of the lab lingering in the office. Despite its strong scent, Adler found some relief with it. Back on the job and back on the hunt for an entity that had eluded him for decades. He lifted a hand up his face and over his scarred cheek. Delicately, calloused fingers ghosted over the plunging trenches of the Lichtenberg-like scar; a lightning strike incised into flesh. Jagged and complex. Starting from his chin, the rough terrain of his scars branched through his lips and across his left buccal plane like a tree canopy. 

A reminder carved deep into the skin; a failure that Adler would not repeat twice.

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A/N:

Critique welcomed and encouraged as long as it is constructive and polite (don't be rude/mean pretty please ◡̈ ).

[paingoes]

Destroyer - MK

(Masterlist)

they were doing some MK ultra shit to delta im ngl

(Content: medical whump, drugging, dissociation, living weapon whumpee, begging, needles, addiction implied)

Lights and colors. It was all dreamy in the void. How long had he been there? The question made no sense. He was always here. Always had been. Something milk white and slimy nuzzled up against his leg.

“Attention, Control. You’re drifting off again.” A voice cut through the noise. He hadn’t noticed the noise just until the voice had cut through it. What did it sound like? Water on rocks. A rainstorm heard from the inside of a tin chest. Mewling. Drool dripping. 

Something pricked at his forehead. He gasped.

“Tighten up.”

He nodded weakly. For a moment, he was back in the office. The faces surrounding him were blurry and tame. His body was nowhere, but his wrists were bound. A thin line of fire worked its way around his neck. Then the office was gone and so was he. Light and colors.

The sharp tip of a blade rose out of the water, held aloft by a hand whose flesh was slipping off of it. The skin debris dripped down into the lake. It floated there like broth that needed to be skimmed. Disgust rose up in his stomach. Had it been full, he thought it might empty itself. He’d have to have a body for that, though.

Pain replaced everything. He couldn’t tell the source of it. He couldn’t tell where it ended and began. 

Inside of you, something said. It’s inside. Get it out. 

He whimpered. From somewhere far away, someone sighed in disgust.

“Delta. One-oh-seven. Enough. Follow the rabbit.”

The instruction was only vaguely familiar. It was coming to him so slow this time. A sine wave hit him directly in the side of his head. It hurt. Abstract concepts soared over the pit he’d carved out for himself. He was helplessly lost. He was scared. Not how he usually was. It was otherworldly.

A snake bit his ankle. It winded and winded.

“Simon?” He called weakly.

Pain, sharp and hot.

“Dr.Leach isn’t here. And you are not to call him that.” 

He felt the firm grip on his face, but couldn’t see it. His vision was dislocated somehow. He did not know what he was seeing instead. It wasn’t nothing. 

The dragon had two tails. He made out the shape on its side.

“Yellow,” he managed, “Yellow, four-sided, decimal. Cobra. Holly.”

“Designation?”

“MK. Omega. Ow. Fucking ow.” 

He felt a hand come down hard against his cheek. He’d just been slapped. Even in his drugged state, he knew that that wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t procedure. He knew Dr.Martino hated him. Really hated him. It didn’t come as a shock everytime he remembered — but the slap had. He made a soft, choked noise. The drugs made the pain feel more intense; they didn’t numb it, like he hoped they would. Weren’t they supposed to?

“Again.”

Something electric and circuitous played against the flesh of his bound hand. The vision shifted.

“Threat level magenta,” he choked, “Seven. Spades. Diamondback. Juniper.”

“Juniper?”

“Pike,” he corrected. “Please make it stop.”

“You know better than to ask,” The doctor said. Something sharp. He couldn’t tell if it was a punishment for having begged or if it was just part of the procedure. They drew no distinction, expecting him to take either complacently. It burned against the inside of his skin.

“Again.”

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When the drug finally wore off, he was shaking so badly that the chains binding his wrists rattled softly and continuously. He’d been bound up for too long, too tightly. His shoulders and knees ached from the pressure. All the spots on the body where the needle had jabbed him bled through the bandages. There was a dull and constant ache all throughout his body that heightened at each injection site. He tried desperately to subdue his crying, but the tears flowed freely and undisturbed. He couldn’t even roll his shoulder enough to wipe them.

Dr.Martino went about his business like he wasn’t even there. There was no reason for him to still be bound, to still be kept kneeling. The experiment was over. It had ended thirty minutes ago. He didn’t voice this, sure that if he did Martino would make a point to keep him there longer. He tried to readjust his position to relieve the tension. Nothing worked. He just wanted to sleep.

“That was pathetic,” Dr.Martino finally addressed him. Delta cringed. He still didn’t move to free him, which was all Delta could really focus on in the moment.

“Needless to say, I don’t think the Cytopline is a good match. We’ll run a few retrials with different dosages to be sure, but I’m not confident it’ll be to any greater effect.”

Delta tried not to cry again. He thought he meant today. He just needed a break before they started again, just a few minutes to get out of position. He wouldn’t be able to handle going under again.

“There’ll be a bit of a cooldown period before it becomes effective again. You might be inoperable the next few days,” the doctor clarified, much to his relief.

“I can write you a note, if you want.” 

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Delta laid numbly on the floor of his bedroom, in the same position he’d been in for hours. The blanket was a tangled mess around him. He didn’t know exactly what time it was, just that it was well past when he was supposed to have risen. He drifted in and out of consciousness. There was a sudden banging at the door.

“You know you’re not allowed to quit, right?” Paris called from the other side of it. Delta closed his eyes. 

He was sure that Dr.Martino hadn’t told him on purpose. The unexplained absence would put Paris in a bad mood off the gate, make him totally unwilling to listen once Delta was forced to explain, and Paris was by no means obligated to comply in the first place. The excuse wouldn’t count for anything. He’d still be forced out into the field. He’d probably still be punished just for trying to get out of it. It was such an underhanded move. Delta resented whenever the doctor called him sneaky; if anything, he had learned it from him.

He braced himself up on one elbow, getting ready to open the door, when Paris opened it himself. Right. Not like it had a lock. Delta collapsed back. That was fine. He hated having anyone in his space, but he also didn’t think he’d be able to walk in a straight line all the way to the door.

 But Paris’s anger was always so visibly telegraphed that its absence was immediately obvious. If anything, he was annoyingly chipper. He had one hand pressed up against the top of the doorframe, leaning casually in the entrance. The end of a nicotine lollipop hung off to the side of his mouth. He let himself into the room.

Delta adjusted roughly, just barely pulling himself upright into a kneel. He was already on the floor, so that helped. His hair fell messily in his face. He reached one arm behind him, feeling around clumsily for the doctor’s note on the desk. He offered it up with one hand. 

Paris took it. He read it over slowly, trying to make out the nearly indecipherable doctor’s handwriting. Somehow he managed.

“Oh shit. Comedown?” Paris popped the candy out of his mouth.

“Yes, sir.” Delta stopped himself from rolling his eyes. It was technically true, but he would never call it that.

Paris winced in sympathy, giving Delta some indication of just how pathetic he must have looked. He glanced at the note again. His eyes hovered on the medication name.

“…Do you have any more?”

Delta pulled the pill bottle out from his desk drawer, tossing them over. He was glad to be rid of them. Paris caught them in one hand, letting the note drift back to the ground.

“Take oxitriptan,” he called over his shoulder. He slid the pills into his pants pocket and disappeared out the door. Delta collapsed back against the crumpled blanket. He wasn’t going to take anything. He was pretty content to just lay there. He pulled the blanket over his face, not sleeping, nor moving.

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[jleo-enthusiast]

Ok but imagine it: HCTCG Hermitshipping Edition

OK SO me& and my& buddy @cosmosisfold saw this one "Yaoi UNO" meme and began discussing how ships could be implemented in Hermitcraft TCG

The basic idea is that playing two or more hermit cards gives you special effects depending on the ship

This would work similar to how Beef's NHO ability works, except instead of damage it would be more like... inflicting poison on the enemy if your ship is toxic, or burn effect if it's slow burn

And you might say, "But holy TCG gods Jack and Pep! If you have all these insane free perks from getting all your hermits out in the field, then you wouldn't really need any cards other than the hermit cards!"

And to that we propose this limitation:

The effect would be called OTP, standing for One True Power, because it only works if the hermits it's for are the ONLY hermits in your deck. So basically, you choose your OTP before the game even starts.

Some examples of these OTPs would be:

"Take the enchanter" (Scarian) - gives you a completely random book item card regardless of whether or not it is in your deck, however you immediately lose a life (your Scar dies)

"Crafts supplies" (Jleo) - lowers the cost of all attacks by one item

"Whatever was going on at horse head farms" (Hypxb) - you can choose your opponent's attack on their turn due to an IOU (must select at least one attack, the opponent can still choose to use any effects and everything else)

"Hivemind" (Rendoc) - any damage received gets equally redistributed across all your hermits

and so on and so forth (feel free to leave your suggestions!)

Additionally we could rename the rarity types from Common, Rare and Ultra Rare to.... Beta, Omega and Alpha. Just because why not.

This is not super balanced yet but the basic idea sounds so fun already

[drelldreams]

Mass Effect Lore: Common technologies in the 2180‘s (Part 2)

This post is both a collection of canon technologies in the Mass Effect universe, and personal headcanon which may be borrowing common concepts from sci fi.

Infrastructure:

Autonomous public transportation vessels of all sorts. As seen with the tram on Noveria. Trains, buses and cabs are also autonomous. Rude bus drivers, trains and buses being cancelled or too late are problems of the past.

Some of those buses and cabs drive on land; others are flying vessels that travel through the sky.

Trains travel at immense speed, with most trains being able to travel at least 1000km/h. Low pressure tunnels allow for this level of speed.

Suspension railways are a common means of public transportation and are widely featured all across the galaxy on various space station, colonies and in most Earth countries. This also includes maglevs (magnetic levitation trains).

Cities commonly not only feature terminals providing rentable e-bikes, e-scooters or even e-rollerblade, but also rent flying hoverboards.

Medicine & Health:

Needles have become obsolete. Technologies akin to Star Trek's hypospray have replaced them. (This contradicts with Mordin's line in ME3: „Fear of needles. Common phobia." I know.)

Genetic therapy has advanced so far as to being able to cure almost any genetic disease. (Book canon).

Cybernetics can fix deafness and blindness.
(Canon implied, I believe?)

Advancement in technology and medicine have slowed down human aging significantly. Women can have healthy children in their sixties. (Book canon). Anti aging therapies and cybernetics can allow humans to reach ages of up to 250 years.

Education:

Paper and pens being used in schools is a thing of the past. Students use tablets (which are made of ultra-light also foldable) with either keyboards or tablet pens for handwritten notes.
(Book canon implied - Gillian uses a computer to work on her assignments in Mass Effect:
Ascension).

Some teachers and students would prefer to have their textbooks in form of super light datapads (like e books) rather than have them all digitally stored on their computer.

Learning programs are highly advanced and VI‘s provide students with custom tailored, individualized exercises and study plans and games.

Food:

Liquid food drinks, nutrient pastes and bars that replace entire meals are available just about everywhere. With biotics burning huge amount of calories, the asari have perfected such products. Being cheaper than freshly cooked take out meals and coming in all sorts of flavors and textures, such nutrient pastes proved to be a saving grace for poorer individuals. Some poor people nearly only eat 3D printed nutrient paste, which does not have the same feeling as eating real meals, but nutrient paste in Mass Effect is of such high quality that it provides the body with all nutrients it needs while being free of unhealthy ingredients.

People-prepared foods (by humans/aliens) are still appreciated, but many foods available in grocery stores are 3D printed. Cafés tend to feature feature people-prepared foods. A café selling 3D printed cakes for instance would be looked down upon.

Synthetic flavors have been perfected. While technology has been advanced to the point where you could grow strawberries on Omega without issues (using environmental control systems in a hydroponic bay), the ultimate cheapest way to replicate the flavor is using synthetic ingredients. This way, you can find foods of any flavor, no matter what exotic fruit from Palaven or Khar'Shan it might be, anywhere.

Sugar free snacks and candy are as common as the sugar variants. Ice cream cates feature sugar free ice cream options. Sugar free chocolate or cookies are available at any grocery store.
Various synthetic ingredients are used to replace sugar.

Lab grown meat is incredibly common (canon) and meat from Earth animals found on space stations is grown from animal stem cells.

Home:

Significantly less time is spent on chores due to robots doing most of the work. With floor wiping and vacuum robots being affordable for middle class people in the 21st century, in the 22nd, the majority of cleaning is done by robots in a middle class household. Advanced kitchen aid machines are found in most households and make cooking less time consuming and complicated for most people.

Blinds, curtains, light, air filtration systems, thermal regulation systems (air conditioning or heating systems) and television are typically navigated via a voice command (for example, „Light on“ or „Television off).

Holographic home ambiences like in Cyberpunk 2077 are common. Windows can be made to look like they‘re displaying a galaxy full of stars via holographic projections. Some people use those home ambience holographs to create the appearance of a luxurious club lounge, or to project beautiful landscapes into a corner of their room.

Personal Care:

Like in Star Trek, sonic showers can be used to clean the body effectively. Ultrasonic vibrations remove dirt, bacteria, excess oil and dead skin cells without requiring soap or water. While more expensive than typical showers, the use of sonic showers saves water. This sort of technology is found within quarian environmental suits. Drell with Kepral's Syndrome generally use sonic showers rather than water showers.

In addition to having an inbuild shower function, quarian environmental suits are equipped with a dental hygiene program that cleans the teeth and mouth of the wearer effectively using ultrasonic vibrations.

Certain suit upgrades can even use nanobots to moisturize the body.

Toothbrushes are also generally sonic toothbrushes that use the same technology as showers do; ultrasonic vibrations.

Clothes are typically self-cleaning with nanoparticles that kill bacteria and prevent the build up of odor.

[maliciousandcrude]

More shit for my MM Reverse Au thingie or whatever YIPPIE!!!

Sonic Sing and Rhythm Game 9: Somari!

Honestly, I didn't know who should replace Somari in this mod. I had some ideas (D Sides BF, Minus Bf) But I couldn't find one that fits so it's still good ol Somari. Ultra M and Omega are obviously Pokemon in this song too. (Normal Zigzagoon for Ultra M and Galarian Zigzagoon for Omega)

Alone: Yourself

I feel like Yourself fits this song very well. It'll probably take place after Herself's funeral and start with him mourning for her. (I'm still contemplating whether or not Ultra M and Omega should be wearing their Secret Exit attire to fit with the whole funeral theme or as weird demon ghost things in a similar fashion to herself.)

Oh God No and I HATE YOU: Tabi

Betrayed skeleton thing gets burnt by his girlfriend. Ouchie. Oh God No starts with GF trying to negotiate with him before she gives up and just burns the whole restaurant down. I HATE YOU picks up shortly after that. (Also, Ultra M is dressed like Whitty and Omega is dressed like Agoti for this and Dark Forest :3)

Last Course: Black Imposter

Among Us in the big 2024??!!?! Ultra M and Omega are obviously Amogus now and Black is trying to kill them using a gun. Also, instead of dodging, M blocks the shots using his Cleaver instead.

Dark Forest: Sarvente

Sarvente finds some demons (Ultra M and Omega) roaming around her church and decides to banish them. She fails.

Bad Day: Skid and Pump

Truth be told, I didn't know who should replace Super Bad so I figured these two would work well. (And I'd think it'd be pretty cool if Ultra M and Omega were drawn in the style of the bas FNF game)

Day Out: Soft BF and Pico

Just Pico and BF chilling with a bunch of demons. Omega and Ultra M obviously have new designs during this song. And Omega, alongside BF, sing in the song too! (You don't play as BF in this song)

Dictator: Mashed Tails

Again, I didn't know who should replace Dictator and this guy was the only one I thought suitable. Tails kidnaps Ultra M and Omega and paint them to look like Sonic and Tails. (Omega also sings in this song!) At the end of the song, Tails throws a modified POW block at them and kills them.

RaceTraitors: Racist Mario (Huh???)

Yeah I didn't know to replace him with. I thought it would be really funny If he stayed the same. Dude finds Omega and Ultra M in a Mario kart race and gets mad cuz not only are they not official Mario Characters, they're also riding the same kart?! What is this, Double Dash??? That's hella outrageous!

Golden Land: Mouse.AVI

Originally wanted it to be Red Mist Squidward but I figured he was better suited for this song. He starts off all depressed and then after a while he gets insane.

No Party: DJ Hallyboo?

Idk bro. I couldn't figure out what I should replace him with. Bro found out Omega pirated the latest Mario Party game and decided to jail Ultra M instead of him because... Why not?

Overdue: Hypno

After noticing that Omega and Ultra M haven't been seen in a while, MX searches where they were last seen and finds the computer they opened in the beginning. He turns it on and- oops. He just got sucked in. He wanders around a bit and finds a Hypno. Being a bit confused of his current situation, he goes into False Hero and the song starts. Hypno then reveals himself and MX, panicked, transforms into Pipe Crawler so he could stomp on the ground and send shockwaves to Hypnos way, trying to stun him. This fails and MX decides to dip, transforming fully as he tries to run away.

Paranoia: Corrupt Daddy Dearest

Reason why it's Daddy Dearest specifically is because the corruption just wanted to rub a shit ton of salt into M's wound lol. Halfway through the song the Corruption manages to take control of Omega and corrupts him. Really cool shit happens and the songs over.

Powerdown and Demise: Xenophanes

Wow what a surprise. Powerdown starts off with Xeno in his faker form and in a somewhat normal Green Hill Zone before he transforms into his True Form. Green Hill becomes coated in some dead animals and blood and shit. Near the end of the song, Xeno says "So many souls to play with, so little time... Wouldn't you agree?" Before he grabs Omega and bashes his head with a crystal, essentially killing him. Demise starts with Ultra M running away from Xenophanes for obvious reasons through a burning Angel Island. The scream section takes place in You Can't Run and once it's done it transitions to "...". M and Xeno continue running until there was a void. Not taking any chances, the two jump into the void. Xeno falls into the void and M was about to fall with him but fortunately Omega catches him. Things seem good but then Xeno reappears in a big ring, causing Omega to panic and fly really fast (He doesn't drop Ultra M once the cutscenes over don't worry) and it ends with them entering a ring portal.

Promotion: Monika

The cutscene starts off with Monika trying to do a promo video that'll get more members to join the Literature Club. Just before she could properly start, a ring portal opens out of the cutscenes view and Ultra M and Omega drop out of it, breaking her desk. Monika is understandably confused, and she asks them who they are. "Uh- Who are you guys?" She asked, to which they respond with their names. She doesn't know what to do with them. But then she gets an idea. "Hey, how would you guys feel about joining the Literature Club? We really need some new members. Plus, you could help me with this promotion video I'm doing for the club!" The two contemplate about it before agreeing. "Great! Let's begin then!" Ultra M nods, he pulls out his microphone and- Hey, where'd it go? Seems like Omega stole his microphone. Turns out, Omega wants Ultra M to take a break and let him do any upcoming songs (That means Omega will sing for Abandoned and The End) since they just barely escaped a near death experience and wants him to rest. M doesn't put up and fight towards the idea and let's Omega do the song. And so, it starts! Halfway through the song, a silhouette of Sayori being hung appears causing Monika to become less lively and Omega and Ultra M becoming a bit concerned. Suddenly things go haywire when it transitions to Monika sitting in front of the screen. Then the song ends.

Unbeatable: The unbeatable cast (Still)

Honestly, I just thought I'd would be really funny if Unbeatable was the only song that wasn't changed. Not only are they unbeatable, they're also irreplaceable too ig.

Bonus: Game Over! (Xenophanes)

This one is non canon to the AU lol. Happens in-between Secret Exit because... Why not? After Omega's Act in Secret Exit, he dissolves into a black sludge and finds a warp pipe. He figured it was normal, so he entered it and was taken to... Angel Island? Huh, weird. Well he could just take the warp pipe back and- Oh it's gone. Shit. He explores around for a lil bit before finding... Sonic. He decided to engage in a rap battle with him. After a while, Sonic's disguise breaks, revealing it to be Xenophanes. Omega quickly gets outta there before Xeno fully transforms and starts chasing after him. After the song ends, Omega gets cornered. And it seems like he's about to die... Until Giga M shows up. He throws a POW block at Xeno and stuns him, grabbing Omega and leaving Xeno's world so they can get on with the final act.

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for August 29, 2022 A; #327.

Limp Wrist: “Knuckles”

Sida: “Destrucction”

Destruccion: “Anti-Patria”

Eskupitajo: “Kaos Y Destruccion”

Severed Head Of State: “Kuitenkin Kuolemme” + “Charge Ahead”

Human Bastard: “Living In Hell”

Anger Burning: “Just Say No”

Ultimo Resorte: “Cementerio Caliente / Peligro Social”

Destino Final: “Ahogate”

Government Warning: “Rot And Decay”

Voco Protesta: “Reciproka Helpo” + “Malakcepto”

Geriatric Unit: “The Idiots Think I’m An Idiot”

Fix Me: “Crisis”

Glam: “Duelo De Titanes”

Kriegshog: “Burn”

Burial (Germany): “Naked Pigs”

Mauser: “Madness”

Deformity: “Shards”

Vixens: “Absolute Complacency”

Hoax: “Sick Punk”

Flesh World: “Lost My Heart In Transit Thru The Post”

Zyanose: “Camoflauge”

Public Execution: “Say Goodbye To Tommy”

Belgrado: “Vicious Circle” + “Swiat Jest Nasz”

Archaic: “Noise In Your Head / Maggot”

Neo-Punkz: “If I Watch The T.V.”

Los Crudos: “Desde El Barrio”

Orden Mundial: “Accion Humanitaria”

Prag: “Lavabo Del Hospital”

Squats: “Shut Yer Bleedin’ Head”

La Misma: “23:15”

Vultures: “Alcohol”

Sang: “Tres Dents / Hem Pertut La Vida”

Arms Race: “Freak”

Anxiety: “Fool In The Shower” + “Trapped Shut”

Mystic Inane: "I Believe In UFOs”

Rata Negra: “Dientes Sobre Metal”

Bad Breeding: “The More The Merrier”

Exit Order: “Making Good”

Ultra: “Al Margen”

Glue: “Recognitions”

Obediencia: “Ortigas”

Patsy: “Society Ape”

Haram: “Who Am I, Who Are You?”

Zodd: “Operationally Ready Dead”

Chain Cult: “Empty Hearts”

Subdued: “The Joke”

Forra: “Futuro”

Enzyme: “Forced Out”

Exotica: “Desciendo”

Khiis: “Divooneh” + “Instinct”

Kaleidoscope: “Crocodile Tears”

Ohyda: “Atom”

S.H.I.T.: “Hidden In Eternity”

Muro: “Universal”

Fried E/M: “Turquoise Soup”

Cry Out: “War Aesthetic”

Nekra: “Photoshoot” + “Esquire”

Kohti Tuhoa: “Velkaa Maksat Kuitenkin”

Reaksi: “Punk Asia”

Nervous SS: “New Police State”

Maladia: “Killing Floor”

Porvenir Obscuro: “Voces En Mi Cabeza” + “Policia Miserable”

Taqbir: “Al-Zuki Akbar”

Sial: “Kita Dilahirkan Untuk Mati”

Koma: “Possessed” + “Soft Subversions”

Quarantine: “Tired Of You”

Nurse: “鏡”

Fuera De Sektor: “El Mundo Sigue”

Irreal: “Carn Pell Sang”

Shitty Limits: “Beware The Limits”

Rixe: “Hexagone” + “Coups Et Blessures”

Bonus Omega; label showcase. First of two broadcasts on the same day.

[the-mulitiverse-worst-hero]

NEW DAY NEW BATTLE don't know why I'm doing this. @gokiblack666 (FINALLY DOING THIS)

GOKII BLACK VS CHAOS DEMON

Goku v Superman OP OC version.

Gokii black info

Height:five foot 5

Weight:130lbs

Weapons:super forms ki bare hands.

Strengths:as an op fan version of Goku black she has all the skills of goku and goku black. From all the super and heros canon. Godly Strength (she can fight a ssb gogetia who could one shot xeno in base form) Godly durability (casually shrugs off hits from full power broly and God killer Hearts took a hit from the time sword without dieing) immeasurable speed (can teleport instantly and moves so fast she ignores pretty much everything.) Has both godly ki and Destruction ki. Somehow learned how to mix ultra ego and ultra instinct. Can make ki weapons that tear holes in the fabrics of reality. Is a threat to everything outside of toiyama when it comes to dragon ball.

Weaknesses:mix a god complex with a sayain pride and you get her confidence. While she can fight the strongest of DB she still got defeated and nearly killed by Ultimate Hearts. Her super forms are limited. (Hasn't mastered ultra instinct 100% super sayain rose 3 is destroying her body and ultra ego burns through stamina at a high speed.) Isn't immortal despite her godly power meaning if strong enough you could Hakai her to death. The super dragon balls once completed a wish to make a heroic kindhearted frieza strong enough to best her. AND IT WORKED.

Deamon info

Height:fluctuating.

Weight:heavier then the multiverse.

Weapons:various powers the All Black the phantom Ring Infinity stones MotherBox Ultimate nullifier.

Strengths:as the herald of the dark multiverse he is ultimately the embodiment of the dark multiverse of the comics of Archie marvel dc idw image and more he's essentially the end of both near infinite multiverses and when all alone will sacrifice his very existence to restart all of there was and will be. Beyond godly Strength(one shot Superman who punched the maker so hard he broke the dc multiverse.) Beyond godly Durability (survived the Ultimate nullifier which destroyed and remade all of creation in an instant that destroyed darksied and Thanos who were so strong they became the marvel and DC multiverses and he was in the center of it and laughed off the concept of the 5th dimension trying to destroy him) improbable speed(broke the concept of infinity by flying and ran so fast he matched the flash who out ran instantaneous teleportation that was INSTANT) has complete knowledge of the events of comics as a whole. He's in complete control of most narratives and stories meaning if you're a comic character he can do whatever the hell he wants to you. Managed to mix powers that shouldn't work. (Astro force and the omega effect both speed forces positive and negative the powers of chaos and order and the entire emotional spectrum.) If he's ever killed or brings his true form into any comic reality he'd destroy it completely beyond repair. The all black can kill beings that can destroy multiverses while absorbing their powers and nullifies all forms of immortality.

Weaknesses:has no skills in fighting outside of using his powers and mimicking any hero he can see. Is completely depressed and reckless as he is aware of his existence. He can only control Comics and isn't aware of Mangas and animes. Often limits himself due to wanting to enjoy stories and would rather watch inspiring people become heros then fixing problems himself.

[meowww-ffxiv]

Ptolemy: Hm. There's bugs infestation on these blueberry bushes. :/

Liios: Would you like to try my 100% homemade flamethrower with the adapted ultra-refined targeting system from Omega attached that will filter out the bugs from the leaves and only shoot fire at them?

Ptolemy: No.

Liios: Do you think any of your coworkers will let me test it?

Ptolemy: Yes, I do believe that some of them will sell their hard earned scholarly labor in this greenhouse for a smile from the Warrior of Light and also conveniently forget that fire spreads as it burns. So as penance, I hope you are ready for me to tell Krile every single embarrassing story about you in our youth.

Liios: 😒 Botanists. You're no fun.

[msn-04iinightingale]

KINSHIP-4 Pt.2 Sound of Thunder

Kinship FOB

The Barghest Company ‘mechs pushed forward in a v formation. Along the side streets and pathways, anti-mech mines had been laid by the retreating CFRI and Silver Wing forces. It only left one clear path into Kinship, and that was now through the advancing Barghest Company ‘mechs and the Silver Wing ‘mechs following them.

The wind whipped snow around the hulking form of Roberta’s superheavy T-Rex battlemech, but didn’t obscure her view of the suburbs and the approaching Word ‘mechs. She was in the lead, her ‘mech half again as tall as an Atlas and twice the weight, she was not by any measure, fast.

But fast didn’t matter when you just kept going. And that was one of two things Roberta was really good at. The other was destroying anything that tried to get in her way. With twin RAC-10’s, ER Large and Medium Lasers, and an Ultra AC-20, Laser AMS, THB Angel ECM Suite, HarJel Repair Systems, and over 35 tons of armor, her “Big Girl Teeth” were amply equipped to do both the former and latter. 

She counted 14 enemy battlemechs, against Barghest Company’s 10 and Silver Wing’s 7. She grunted, a reasonably fair fight. She cycled targets, looking for a suitable, worthy opponent. 

There.

“Target Acquired, Omega” chimed her battlemech’s computer, affectionately dubbed “Betty” by the spheroids. 

Roberta toggled comms to her neighboring unit mates. “This is Major Roberta, I have marked target Omega-1.”

The other Barghest Company ‘mechs committed to this fight sounded off similarly, calling initial targets. 

“Targets called, Commander, permission to open fire?” Bell chimes in.

“Permission granted, all units, fire at will, repeat, fire at will.”

There is the whip crack discharge of Gauss Rifles and the streams of fire and smoke of LRM’s being fired from those ‘mechs that possess them. Hits and impacts are registered across targets, blue readouts shifting to green then yellow as armor is damaged. Roberta smiled to see most shots landed rather than missed.

The Word battlemechs return fire, PPCs and Gauss slugs whipping past or smashing into the advancing wall of metal and myomer that were the heaviest Barghest ‘mechs at the front of the wedge. Two more volleys of long range fire blast out from and at the Barghest Company ‘mechs and the oncoming Word machines, before the ‘mechs enter general weapons range. Then the real fireworks started, lasers and AC rounds crisscrossing missile contrails and PPC arcs in the maelstrom of urban ‘mech combat. 

Then word came back to them. The drone was dead. All it had cost them was another brave pilot. One of their pilots.

The Barghest Company ‘mechs fell upon the Word ‘mechs like rabid dogs. They had lost three of their own, and their blood burned for vengeance. They would take that vengeance in ruined ‘mechs and dead enemies.

Roberta grunts as a trio of Gauss slugs slam into her armor. She had plenty to go before it became a problem. The Omega she was bearing down on had decided to try and fight rather than run. A bold move. A stupid move. She would never go so far as to say these Blakists had honor, but they did have guts. At least sometimes. She was pretty sure she had seen a Preta turn tail and sprint straight into the minefield when it caught sight of her.

Would not be the first time…at least this time I am in my battlemech.

Another trio of slugs slammed into her armor, this time in the right side torso and right arm. She replied with her ER Large Lasers, twin beams reaching out to slice into the Omega’s armor.

“You will have to try better than that savashri!” She laughs over the comms, goading the other pilot. “Come, let us settle this as warriors!”

A beep from her targeting computer indicates that the enemy ‘mech is within optimal range. She toggled both RAC10’s to the same weapon group, glancing at the ammo count as she did. 110 rounds. More than enough. There was no real “aiming” a RAC10 on full auto, so she centered the crosshair on the smaller machine. 

���This is for Major Vance Strider, Major Maria Chaser, and Lt. Elenor Von Strauss!” She snarled,  baring her teeth as she pulls the trigger.

The twin Rotary Auto Cannons sprang to life with an apocalyptic roar, the six barrels of each weapon spinning in their housings as shells thundered out with window shattering force. The wireframe of the Omega before her began to flash and pulse with changing colors as the explosive shells pummeled the ‘mech. Armor was sent flying. Roberta ignored the spiking heat of her cockpit, and the now panicked return fire from the Omega, just as she ignored the shaking of her cockpit and the pounding noise of the cannons. She leaned her ‘mech into the recoil, pushing forward, closing the distance so that more shells hit the same place. All that mattered was keeping the enemy in her crosshairs. Green went to Yellow, then to Orange and Red on the target, armor being torn and ripped away. The ammo count drops quickly.

“Warning, Heat Critical” Betty chimed. Roberta grunts, and lets off the triggers of the RAC10’s before her ‘mech is forced to shutdown. The Omega infront of her had been savaged, her sensors telling her that the armor from the front had been almost completely blasted away, most of its weapons crippled or damaged. Indeed, one of the Gauss rifles explodes dramatically at that moment. The ‘mech still was operational, however, and still had guns, as it fired its remaining LBX back at her, trying to back away and present some more well armored portions of itself towards her. Roberta growls in annoyance, and mild respect. Before she can re-engage, her own wireframe flashes as she takes fire from the left side. With a snarl she toggles the new target, an Archangel, Infernus pattern. The enemy ‘mech fires its PPCs into her left side armor once again, causing a dull throb of pain in the corresponding side. It was easy to ignore.

“Stravag! Very well, I will take both of you on!” she snarled, pivoting and firing her ER Medium Lasers at the Assault ‘mech, scoring armor. She checked her heat gauge, pleased to see it was within acceptable levels. She toggled back the RAC-10’s, and opened fire on her new target with the sound of thunder.

—

Lt. Delila watched through the targeting lens of her Nightstar at the ongoing fight happening in front of her. Ann, Pam, Clara, John and the new guy, Nero were trading fire with the other Omega, and two Seraphs in the streets in front of her. 

She was waiting for “The Shot”. That’s what she called the one, perfect moment where a sniper has their kill shot. It’s what her dad had called it at any rate, when he was sober. That one moment, when everything lines up, and you have your opening.

It wasn’t always easy, or very “glorious” as some of her comrades hailing from the clans would say, but she knew how effective it could be. 

Ann and Pam were dueling the Omega, circling each other as they traded gauss and autocannon fire across their heavy armor. At the same time, Clara, John and Nero were taking on the two Seraphs. She decided that the Omega was the one to take out, and no, not just because her girlfriend was in the process of sandblasting the motherfucker with her autocannons and SRMs. If the Omega was downed, that would free up both Ann, Pam and herself to help with the two Seraphs, and other ‘mechs as needed.

Delila watched, eyes sharp, finger on the trigger of her gauss rifles. Her two allies were coming around again, counterclockwise, blocking her line of sight of the Omega’s juicy bits. There, that niggle at the back of her head, close to the base of her skull.

She brings her ‘mech to a halt, and brings her guns up. She steadies her breathing. 

In. Out.

Pam and Ann move to the side.

In. Out.

The Omega slews into view, firing LB-X canister shot into her friends’ ‘mechs.

In. Out.

The Omega angles itself ever so slightly, to bring its gauss rifles to bear, slowing, slightly, to line up the shot.

In. Out.

The crosshair slides over to the Omega’s cockpit. Only armored glass between the enemy pilot and two gauss slugs.

The Shot.

Delila pulls the trigger.

The twin Gauss Slugs punch through the armored canopy glass of the superheavy, removing the pilot from the present tense and into the past in less time than it takes to blink. The Omega stumbles, as if in shock, before it slumps forward, the ‘mech falling to the ground with a clatter of slack metal limbs.

“Woohoo! Way to go D!” Pam cheered over the comms.

“Good shot, Delila!” Ann adds.

“You know me, I aim to please.” Delila says, smirking at her own joke.

“Oh my god…” Pam groans. “Come on, let’s go help the others.”

“Aff!” Ann adds.

The three Assault ‘mechs turn and move to assist their comrades, of which Clara is grappling with one Seraph and hacking at it with her hatchet, the other trying to take out either John’s Warhammer or Nero’s Warwolf, but the two are coordinating well to keep it busy and unfocused, John using his eidetic memory to call targets to the other pilot, allowing both to focus on disarming the heavier ‘mech. To his credit, Nero is a competent pilot, ducking in and out of cover to land gauss rifle shots where John calls them. 

The three additional assault ‘mechs made short work of the two enemy battlemechs, not that there was much left of Clara’s opponent by the time they got there. The Solaris VII champion had cleaved both arms from the ‘mech, mind, the left arm of her own ‘mech had been badly damaged as well. It’s not immediately clear if it was due to the enemy or that she was using it as a club to batter the other ‘mech in tandem with the punishing chops of her hatchet. It is one such blow that kills the ‘mech, crumpling center torso and crushing reactor with a dull krumping bang. The ruined ‘mech tips over backwards, smashing into a small building and lying still.

“Yay!” Clara cheers over the comms, her ‘mech doing a little happy dance, which is rather strange, given it’s a 100 ton Berserker.

The concentrated gauss, pulse laser, PPC, and LBX autocannon rounds from Ann, Pam and Delila tore the remaining Seraph into pieces, with John’s Warhammer and Nero’s Warwolf adding to the storm of fire as well.

“Whew, got ‘em. Nice work ladies…oh and John.” Nero says, with a nearly audible smile. “This is Captain Bastian, three enemy ‘mechs down, moving to assist further elements.”

“Understood Captain, good work.” Owen replies, calm as ever. According to the tac-map, Owen’s designation is headed towards three enemy mechs on his own.

“Hey, your boss gonna need any help or…” he asks his new lance mates.

“Nah, the boss has got this.” Delila replies.

“...sure hope so.” Nero says in response, turning his ‘mech to fall in with the others of Barghest Company.

—

“Why do you not just die, stravag!?” Bridget shouted at the Seraph she and Bell were engaging. It was proving to be stubbornly resistant to dying. She punched her jumpjets, liftiong her Shrike out of the way of the twin Ultra AC10 shots the mech fired her way. She retaliated, twin Ultra AC5’s raking the enemy ‘mech’s left arm.

The enemy pilot was frustratingly good. She hated to admit it, and never would to anyone out loud, especially not Bell.

Bell pivoted her Mad Cat Mk II out of cover and fired off twin Gauss Slugs into the Seraph’s side, which pivoted and launched a volley of Streak SRM’s at her, she ducked back into cover, only taking a few hits before the rest demolished the facing of the building she ducked behind.

“Major, when it turns to bring its PPC and Ultra AC10 on me, I want you to take it from above.” Bell says calmly to Bridget. 

Bridget huffed a bit. “Aff Colonel.” At least Bell was a capable commander, despite their mutual dislike of one another. Her mech landed, and she prepared herself to jump again.

Bell ducked back out, firing medium lasers and gauss rifles at the Seraph, baiting it, goading the pilot to commit.

The pilot, for all their skill, fell for the basic trap of target priority, and turned to engage Bell fully.

“Now, Major!”

“Aff!” Bridget punched her jump jets bringing her up, up and over the Seraph. She pivoted her mech gracefulling in the air, aiming all weapons downward.

Perfectly executed. As all things should be.

“Die with honor!” She yelled, toggling all guns to fire. Ultra AC5 rounds, ER Large Lasers, and Clan LRMs stabbed down directly into the enemy ‘mech’s cockpit. She landed facing the enemy mech, having turned in mid air, just in time to see it topple over, as dead as its pilot.

Bridget allowed herself a satisfied smirk at the perfection of the maneuver. It almost made up for not facing this enemy in single combat. Almost.

“Good work, Major, now we need to support…” Bell trailed off, her breath catching as she saw her Commander engaging three enemy ‘mechs at once. 

Seeing him in action always did that to her. 

—

Owen pushed Katie forward in long, loping strides through the city streets, curing up snow and asphalt with her powerful legs. He felt the thrum of her reactor, heard the thud of her clawed feet below, saw the fine tuned sensors reaching out and the readiness of her guns. He inhaled the scent of her cockpit.

God it felt good to be with her again out in the field.

He was skilled with just about any mech he was at the controls of. A couple centuries of your own personal Gunslinger program did that to a man, after all. But Katie…Katie was His ‘Mech. Every pilot worth a damn had Their ‘Mech, the one that did better, for some reason or another. The controls were slightly more responsive. The myomer a little more elastic. The seat more comfortable. For whatever reason, it just, fit, like hand in glove. You were at home in the cockpit. It was your’s. And Katie was His ‘Mech.

The Omni Marauder ran, closing with the three enemy mechs. He toggled through the targets; Deva, Grigori, Archangel. He selected the Grigori first, for no other reason than it was closest. Already the three mechs were taking shots at him, confident shots. They outnumbered him three to one, and outweighed his mech by at least that much. What he was doing was suicide.

They didn’t know they were already dead.

He juked Katie left and right, dodging shots and ducking behind buildings just long enough to let missile volleys detonate against them instead. He checked his weapons on second nature. HAG 30, Twin ER PPCs and Twin ER Medium Lasers, all live and ready.

Katie slewed into a street, looking directly down at the Grigori. The enemy mech started to bring its MLM and Streak SRM to bear on the target. Twin ER PPC shots took out the cockpit cleanly before they could center the targeting reticule on Owen.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimed.

He was already moving, HAG 30 pivoting to track the Deva now. The second here was a gap between the buildings between him and it, he fired. The volley of nickel slugs tore the other machine’s cockpit apart the second it turned to engage him. He didn’t see it fall. He had another target to kill.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimed.

The Archangel put up more fight, throwing Heavy PPC and Plasma Rifle slugs at him as fast as it could handle the heat. Owen side stepped them, sometimes by just enough to let the heat kiss Katie’s armor. The pilot was panicking, he could tell by the frantic nature of their shots, shooting for where he was rather than where he would be. They triggered their jump jets in an effort to gain some distance and hopefully safety. He triggered his own, the lighter mech gaining altitude faster than the Assault mech. He aimed Katie’s weapon pods, and fired. Twin ER PPC bolts blasted the enemy mech’s cockpit apart midair. The Archangel landed badly, crashing into a building and demolishing it. Owen landed Katie with practiced ease.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimes.

“That’s my girl.” Owen says, patting the computer console in front of him affectionately. “...now, let’s go see how the rest of them are doing.”

He turned, going back to the fighting and his people. His men and women.

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-it Friday

Tagged by: @ebdaydreamer

So this is not a new fic to me because I've been working on it for a bit, but its new to you all. Its the first fic where I've ventured into the A/B/O universe. It is also a season 2 AU after Doug comes back and attacks Chim and tries to take Maddie, but doesn't succeed. Instead Doug gets away, and Maddie and Buck run from L.A. Shannon lives bitches! But the biggest part of this story is Buck finding out he's pregnant while on the run. Surprise! We can all guess who the father is. Anyway, below is the letter that Buck sends to Eddie. But does he receive it???????

Eddie,

I am so sorry that you have to find out this way, but Maddie and I have had to toss our phones twice because of Doug. But I had to tell you.  Let me start by saying, we are safe.  I wish I could say where but you of all people know I can’t. I really thought we would be home by now, so I could tell you this in person.  But Doug is relentless and apparently has higher connections than we originally thought. So again, I’m sorry and I never intended for any of this to happen.

I’m pregnant Eddie and its yours. Maybe it’s hard to believe. I’m still having trouble believing it. But those days we spent together in November…well life came to be.

It took some thinking and a very long, eye-opening lecture from Maddie, but I know how it all happened. I wasn’t lying back then when I told you I was on birth control.  What I didn’t mention was the fact that I had started it just a few days prior to my heat. Maddie believes it may have triggered it.  We’re not entirely sure. What I did learn is that the birth control I was on is adequate at best for male omegas and the only time we can get pregnant is during a heat. My previous doctor is getting an earful when I get back. That isn’t me saying I don’t want our baby, I do.

This probably the worst time to even be pregnant, but I am so happy and excited. I’m also so so scared. I wish I was with you and the rest of the 118.  I wish Maddie and I could come home.  I really wish that dog had ripped Doug’s throat out instead of a chunk of his leg. I wish for a lot of things. But my biggest wish, is that you could be here for everything involving the pregnancy. Check-ups, ultrasounds, the little flutters of movement, hell even the vomiting (why is it called morning sickness when it happens ALL DAY). I know how much you regret missing everything with Shannon and Christopher, and I feel awful that I’m putting you through that all over again. But until Doug is no longer a threat, I must stay away to keep our baby safe. Until then Maddie and I are recording everything. I’ll try to send more later, but its risky. I’m sure you’ve already heard; Athena believes Doug’s joined up with an Alpha group that believes in harsh traditionalism and are helping him track us down.  Which includes watching our friends and family for any clue of where we are.  Hide or burn this letter.  Hide the ultra-sound and don’t say a word to anyone until we return. I’ll try to write more and send what I can.

Eddie, I am so sorry. I really am.  And I’m not expecting anything from you, but I know you want to be a part of this baby’s life.  You are the most amazing father.  Christopher is going to be the best big brother.  Maybe you wish that this child was between you and Shannon again.  I kind of wish that too…

Our baby is completely healthy, and I’ll keep doing my very best to insure they stay that way.  It’s the least I can do considering the situation. I hope everyone is doing good.  Maddie and I miss you all every day.  We really hope Doug is caught soon and we can come home. And we will come back, I really believe that. I hope you and everyone else does too.

Stay safe, give Christopher a hug for me, and again I’m so sorry.

Buck

What do you think? I'm actually kind of excited for this because have I got some twists and turns and angst and big man little baby!

Tagging (not to be pushy!): @911onabc @alyxmastershipper@elvensorceress@bekkachaos

[lotusketch]

TFP AU idea

Set after season 3, the Dreaded and the Dreamed happened.

Earth was now in a unreversible process of getting cyberformed as the Omega Lock was restored and Cybertron is slowly getting rebuilt back to life.

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Bumblebee, falling in the cyber-matter, only sank and burned down to earth.

After a year, Optimus found himself decaying slowly and allying with two decepticons in Hell, Knockout and Breakdown, fighting to try and at least stop the cybertransformation of Asia, Europe, Africa, and Australia 

(A longer version of what happened before below. !! WARNINGS IN TAGS !! ) 

Megatron kept hold of Optimus, making him watch as North America and parts of Central America were mutilated ; metal growing from a newformed Dark Mount like rotten roots. Trees and wildlife nearly died on impact as dirt was molded into metal and trees curved into unholy shapes of daggers and metal arches, some just falling and melting into mush before sizzling into toxic gas. The cries of cities and forests could be heard from the live video. It was like Optimus was shot in the spark it ached so hard. He was then kept in darkness and solitude, allowed to come out every few days to watch the new progress, Megatron watching each time as the screams filled the room.

Ratchet was kept, locked away in the medbay from any contact beside Knockout and Shockwave. He worked -forced and threatened- on medical advances for the newly growing Cybertron or whatever gadgets and chemicals Shockwave beckoned. After using his one chance at another contact (a prize as a dog treat would be for a dog), picking the human children, he opened a groundbridge to the edges of Europe and pushed them through. He was put in a forced solitary confinement, only visited by KO if he needed absolute medical attention and was taken by Shockwave for any growing experiments he ‘desired’.

Bulkhead was kept in ‘order’ by Breakdown, separated and working to gather remaining energon-bearing caves in the molten west. Sometimes he’d get a longer break or Breakdown would sneak in a visit with Wheeljack before Starscream would notice, for morale sake. However, he was never allowed out of the mines, either transported by elevator or groundbridge to and from the Nemesis. Breakdown was a merciful captor and Bulkhead was grateful, some days even working harder if Breakdown visually fell victim to Megatron’s outbursts.

Wheeljack was kept by Starscream or KO, depending who needed what to be fixed or made; military or medical. If he was lucky, he’d get a visit from Ratchet or Bulkhead, but like the other’s, it was a solitude prison sentence. Living day to day, working on bombs, missiles, energon blasters, or more and praying he didn’t explode in the process. Once he tried to get a layout of the ship in pieces over a month. It didn’t work and he was thrown into the medical bay by Soundwave after he was found in one of the side rooms, beaten.

Arcee was practically unheard of, locked in Shockwave’s lab for chemical experiments on smaller cybertronians or put in stasis when she was not needed. The only update she got on the other was when Ratchet bumped into her in the lab after a tougher experiment, promising her he’d get Jack and the other to safety. She hadn't seen him since.

Ultra Magnas was kept to try and pry any information out that revolved around the Autobots. He refused. As months passed, it became clear why he was a commander of the Prime’s. Unmovable and unphased by torturous methods or the threat of death. He was left to his own devices, locked away in a unchecked room on the ship. No one has heard or seen from him. Most have forgotten.

Smokescreen was sent with the STEVEs, locked away from the relics with tracking software forced into his processor, having warning spring onto his hub if he traveled to far away from his group on ground. Shocks and burns if he disobeyed. Only him and Optimus knew the state of their new home and it broke them multiple times.

Then Optimus got out.

Without a medic or a base, he became a nomad, traveling and fighting by day, staring up at the stars by night, tending to his own wounds in ways war forced you to learn. He became a dangerous burden and crashed multiple energon mining plans. Sometimes carrying water and scraps for the rare survivors he came across.

- One was a wounded human, wrapped in a cloth similar to his. Claimed his name was Spike and he needed hospital. Optimus traveled with him, letting him sit on his covered shoulders, drinking and eating in a makeshift bandage small enough. The Prime then woke up alone.

He continued on, refilling his jug of water and staring up at the stars, watching them shine and paint the sky before the metal curves of earth broke into view.

He was stuck here, once again.

During one of the mine crashes, he found Bulkhead on break, unbothered by the alerts and more worried about the energon exploding in the conflict. He took some energon and a friend with him.

They rationed the cubes out and shared stories, hearing the horrors of their past few months.

After days of travel, he and Bulk ran into the squadron Smokescreen was in. Most of the vehicons were allowed to leave in the end, keeping one or two so Smokey doesn’t get caught in the trap. It took a few hours but they got rid of most of the tracker and it’s punishment, along with the Vehicons who were left to roam.

Now rebuilding what he had, he was no longer alone after months. Their human allies no longer had contact with them, as Optimus begged them to agree to before they left for their Final Battle. So, Optimus, Smokey, and Bulk had to try and track the Nemesis down themselves.

It was filled with ignoring their collected trauma and Smokey ignoring his newfound chronic pain. Instead, Bulk and Smokey rough housed most evenings. Optimus kept watch, embracing the sun before feeling his chassis lighten as Smokey played, giving an out to Bulk’s strength and his own pent-up energy.

A few weeks passed and they got an anonymous message with a set of coordinates: 

   - Arcee was found offline in a incorrectly filled stasis chamber in one of Shockwave’s abandoned labs.

Smokescreen quieted down since they arrived and left the lab, holding part of a gift she gave while they were still at the old base. It was a sarcastic congratulation gift he held onto in his sub-space. Optimus tried to reach him but got nothing, either hearing his slowly walk behind or seeing his march in the front, filled with quiet wrath as his plating flared.

Another week passed and another message came through with coordinates:

   - Wheeljack and some Vehicons exploded. Mine lands and a defective energon blaster took it’s final victim.

Bulkhead took his days mourning and became less motivated with each Vehicon he ran into. 

Optimus could only watch as his family disconnected once more, refusing to talk to him, to vent and rage. He kept trying and slowly started to chip away at Smokey, but just barely.

They kept wandering, days turned into weeks and then months as the middle of South America was starting to turn into metal. One night, Smokescreen and Optimus looked up at the stars, telling tales of Cybertron and their favorite constellation. Bulkhead scooted over, helm on his knees, and he looked up. He pointed to Kantur and smiled. Optimus sighed and felt his shoulders ease. Perhaps he was rebuilding the bridge. They spent the night in silent but huddled by each other.

As the moon rose and his team fell into recharge, another message popped up on his HUD, breaking him out of the start of his own light recharge.

Optimus left, leaving Smokescreen written instructions on how to survive if he didn’t come back.

Waiting at the coordinates, he watched each shadow before a big bust walked out. Breakdown, guarding KO, walked out with skiddish optics and a hammer formed in his servo. It dragged dirt and metal sparks before KO looked past. He had pity before apologizing for not doing more. 

Optimus, flicking his battle mask and readying his busted yet somehow still working machine gun, pointed it towards the cave. KO yelped, throwing his servos up in the air before Breakdown swung his own hammer as a warning. They all watched before KO walked back, grunting as he carried something heavy out. Ratchet’s frame, thin platting with a sickly color of red and gray. It came into the moonlight and was gently set down between them.

Before Optimus could acknowledge what happened, his frame was cradled in his servos. KO lingered, watching Optimus bathe in a new-found grief. Asking what happened, he only got a “lab experiment frag up”. Breakdown watched KO walk back into the cave before he sighed. This type of fear was rampant in his own helm each day, every near encounter Autobots and Decepticons have, the more furious Megatron gets. He lingered and pressed a servo on his arm. “He saved the kids, OP”. Optimus only looked up and stared.

Left alone, he mourned, feeling as if he just lost another central part of himself. First his sparkling, his pride, joy, and hope of future generations, and now the mech who kept him company on late nights, who gave him space to relax as he was patched up, and who helped raise Bumblebee. Perhaps something more.

He returned to the forest, emptyhanded and exhausted. The sun was slowly starting to rise and Smokescreen was still sleeping beside Bulkhead, peaceful. He sat down, his frame sending the summer bugs into a fit as they flew out from the drying grass. He only stared up at the sky and felt his frame shake.

Another month passed, another battle, another quiet, starless night. As the sun started to set in their camp in southern South America, Megatron jumped in, calling Optimus into the open. Optimus turned and burned red. Ignoring the warnings, he launched into the fight and followed him into the darkening sky. Plasma was fired and exploded into the ground below before the Prime was forced down. Wings first into the dirt floor, one snapped, breaking in the middle and sending the Prime to shrivel in pain as delicate sensors were ripped open and burned. Dirt and bushes, ones thrown up in the impact, fell back down and only covered his energon wounds, painting his cuts and frame in brown and blue. He heaved in the ditch, hearing nothing but static as his processor worked overtime with all the new data: wounds, Megatron, and his remaining team.

Turning to the murky command above, he only saw purple smoke.

The rest was lost.

He blinked back to reality and found himself surrounded by ravaged frames and pools of blue. He flexed his wings but felt nothing. Two sections were completely ripped off and the other was pulsing from a nasty wound. As he limped over and tried to find some sort of shelter, he spotted familiar frames.

Bleeding and seething, he watched over his lost team as the day went passed, refusing to look at the stars. A few Vehicons ran into him before swiftly running away at the sight of all the bodies. The night finally went by and Optimus only cycled his optics, feeling his frame cry; wounds healing in the wrong position or getting worse as the Matrix whispered commands he tried to ignore.

As the sun slowly rose and the time of blue skies casted on the land, two familiar frames reappeared. KO and Breakdown stood beside him, sympathetic. Optimus only glanced up before looking back down. His body hurt and slowly pushed past the dried energon, staining his chipping paint. The matrix became background noise for most of the morning as he felt stuck.

KO squatted down, sitting in silence as Breakdown sat by Bulkhead, gently brushing the dirt off and closing his optics. KO soon broke the silence :

“Optimus Prime.” He got his attention, hearing gears grind and shift. “You’ll sit. Sit here and not move so I can at least fix some of this dents”.

And he did.

Another week passed and Optimus found himself, once again, in KO’s good (annoyed) graces. Breakdown sat with him, telling stories before Optimus asked about the new dents in his own frame and the small shake in his servos. “Megatron”. Optimus only nodded and gestured to continue his story. Something about a rabbit he found while out on patrol and how… innocent it looked. Optimus hummed and told him about Spike, a human he ran into ages ago. KO spoke up, telling his tale on a snake he found on the metal ground. He put it under the nearest shade and left. Mutters of how ‘this wasn’t how it was supposed to end’ filled the air.

They stayed together, splitting a cube, as the sun set and said their goodbyes at the first star started to shine.

It was by the 3rd meeting that KO offered his permanent services. Optimus refused as he laid on the ground, holding his pulsing side. KO squatted down and shook his helm :

“No, no. You misunderstood. I, we, are now your problem since you keep throwing yourself into this kind of ridiculous meetings! You can’t even fly anymore!” KO just grumbled and continued to work. “You could’ve just asked if you wanted company.”

Optimus shook his head again before trying to get up, feeling metal stab into softer platting. KO only rolled his optics before forcing the Prime back down on the ground, taking the shrapnel out and patching him up... again.

He thanked them but left. The two grabbed the medical supplies and followed behind, Breakdown watching their hind ends as KO tried to convince him to at least not go on a suicide mission each time.

Optimus sighed, exhausted in too many ways, and watched KO raise an eyebrow. He limped to some shade and sat down, offering KO and Breakdown a seat.

The three spent the next few hours talking, explaining why they do what they do and why they want to help. The Prime added his own crumbs on why he won’t stop.

In the end, Optimus glanced at KO then back at Breakdown, understanding the urgency. Scars and rapidly fixed dents riddled the mech’s frame. He agreed under one condition.

“If you stay with me, you will not be bound to me or treated as a replaceable mech, but as similar allegiance I had with Team Prime. Turn and run back to the Nemesis afterward to sell my location and plans out, you and your conjunx will be the first I target. I would rather not have to go through that betrayal again.”

Breakdown looked over at KO, seeing anxiety on his face and feeling hints of irritation ripple in his field. Optimus only stared off into the metal landscape. They agreed to think about it.

The next two weeks passed. After a rather brutal fight with Megatron, KO ran into the ruined battle field and quickly agreed as he patched Optimus’s torn frame. Breakdown, guarding the field, also agreed under his own condition :

“You will stop running blind into battles. You now have two mech to look after, join, and celebrate with you. Act as if you are planning to wake up the next morning.”

Optimus stared off, foggy minded and pained. KO snapped his digits, getting OP’s attention once more before he nodded.

While they were back at a campout, Breakdown clarified again before offering a cube. Optimus looked down before nodding and agreeing to his conditions. While KO walked over and started to nurse his cube, Optimus pointed to a nearby shining constellation, explaining what ancient humans thought it meant.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover Ship-Shockwave x Pearl Plus Extra (2023)

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[Note: do NOT reblog without permission.] 

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Red Vs Blue Series goes to Burnie Burns

Credit for Halo Series goes to Bungie Studios

Credit for Tenchi Muyo Series goes to Masaki Kajishima & Hiroki Hayashi

Credit for Fallout Series goes to Bethesda Softworks

Credit for Mass Effect Series goes to BioWare

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Falere is a Ardat-Yakshi, a Ardat-Yakshi is a rare genetic condition that is in Asari...

one could view a "Ardat-Yakshi" as being kind of like a Succubus. it might be a weird idea, but what if in a Crossover between Fallout x Mass Effect, Ghouls are Immune to the deadly powers of a Ardat-Yakshi.

I mean even there could be some people who are Immune to Succubus's full powers, like how someone who could be part human, earth angel and succubus...

who wouldn't just be in danger from a full succubus or incubus but also humans as well.....which is why it is good to make sure to have gems to protect you when you sleep. I'm still not sure if that would work for everyone, but maybe it is still possible that it can work for others.

it be interesting if Falere and Hancock were ship together, it would be 100% Fanon and not 100% Canon.

my wanting to Crossover ship Shockwave and Pearl, had to do with being inspired by a drawing by Blitzy-Blitzwing, that I saw.

it was of the Hazformers version of Shockwave, and because what he says in the drawing, made me think of Pearl....

and well here we are, a Crossover ship between a Gem and Cybertronian.....which the drawing is in two, one where it's just them and in another drawing I did...

so in other words, I had copy the drawing I already did, and placed it into a separate form, and still worked on the other drawing as well...

it be interesting in a Crossover Timeline, The Gems are creations of Primus & Unicron's Little Sister....be funny if Unicron gets really scared if he hears that his and Primus's Little Sister is mad at them.

and the first Gems that their little sister had created would be White, Yellow, Blue and Pink Diamond.

also in my own weird way, I can't help but view the Autobots on Cybertron in the TFA Universe, as being like the Homeworld Gems...

while the Decepticons from TFA Universe, being like The Crystal Gems.... I mean come on, if Autobots are the ones who try to make something like the  "Project Omega" that is suppose to be a dangerous weapon of mass destruction....

ya can pretty much tell who the true bad guys are, because they made Project Omega to be a dangerous weapon, and it wasn't even made by Decepticons. so Megatron was being truthful about the Autobot Tyranny, sure Cybertron wouldn't be any better with Megatron ruling it, but besides making Project Omega...

Autobots have misused their own Planet's Sonic Canyon's own living metal to make protoforms, and those protoforms don't even get a chance to grow up and are made to age to probably to 16 Ano-Cycle Old.

plus Sari and Wheelie are possibly the only ones that have been born from Cybertronian Asexual Reproduction in their generation, with it being possible that Wheelie could be a One Ano-Cycle Older than Sari.

I still think that Megatron could be Sari's Cybertronian Father, and who was in the lab that Sari's baby self was found in, and since her Human DNA comes from her Human Dad Isaac Sumdac...

her CNA must come from her Cybertronian Parent, and that would 100% be Megatron, plus it couldn't be Optimus or anyone from his team, because they were under water and still in stasis.

I think the reason why the Autobots who live on Cybertron haven't went through the "budding stage" in so long, might have to do with their corrupted leaders who run Cybertron.

one of those corrupted leaders would of course be Ultra Magnus.

 Frag The Autobot Elite Guard! 

The Allspark is the cure for the Autobots being sterile!

a Protoform could have a spark given to them by either The Allspark or Vector Sigma, but for all we know, the TFA Universe's Vector Sigma may have been corrupted to cause sterilization.

Autobots off Cybertron on one of the Autobot Commonwealth Planets, could of still make new sparks for their future children, by not only the budding stage, but also having a piece of their spark placed into the new protoform.

plus all the planets that are part of the Autobot Commonwealth, are most likely the original homes of organic life, but the Autobots took them over and most likely got rid of all the organic life that originally lived there.

so yeah, Autobots from TFA Universe, are likely like how Homeworld Gems use to be, taking over organic worlds and making new gems.... and the Decepticons from TFA Universe, are like The Crystal Gems, but of course slightly different....

yeah I'm weird, viewing The Autobots on Cybertron as "Homeworld Gems" and The Decepticons as "The Crystal Gems" in the TFA Universe.... the Project Omega from TFA could be seen as a Counterpart of The Cluster from Steven Universe.

even both Omega and Cluster were made to be weapons by The Autobots of Cybertron & The Gems From Homeworld...

but that doesn't mean they have to be weapons, because Omega was able to form a type of Father & Son bond with Ratchet, with Ratchet being the "Dad" of course...and Steven formed a friendship with the Cluster.

Tucker from Red Vs Blue, should of kept that armor that originally belong to Maine, the idea of him adopting Ryo-Ohki as his daughter, just seem like a adorable idea.

even if it would be more of a Fanon Crossover Timeline, but it would mean that Tucker doesn't just a daughter, he also gets his own space ship. XD

and when Ryo-Ohki isn't being a space ship, she's on top of Tucker's head or on one of his shoulders, being all cute and adorable.

this would also make my first fan art of Chazwick, I gave him metal shark teeth and a eye-patch as well as a T-Shirt that says “Tuna-Himbo” in that drawing.

also gave him a Robot Earth Angel Girlfriend, who is possibly more of a one-shot type OC and I decided to name her Charleen.

Chazwick is also suppose to be drinking some kind of soda in that drawing as well.......if I had to say what Charleen’s Halo and Wings are made out of it, it would be Ethereal and Technology of The Feminine Energy.

and in theory the known Seven Rings or Circles that is ruled by like Lucifer, Asmodeous, Mammon and others...

use to belong to a type of Feminine Earth Angel Princesses, who if my theory is correct are the true rulers of those Rings that were part of the Earthly Mother’s Earth Kingdom, until those guys took it over when they fell and made half of it a part of what is known as “Hell.”........once again, you can’t leave Masculine Angels alone for a few minutes without them causing some kind of trouble....

I mean it is just a possibility, and it’s okay that not everyone takes that theory seriously....even if it could be possible.

also even if the drawings of this post isn’t really mature, but just in case I am placing “mature audiences only” and “not for kids” for the tags.

also I hope some like the idea of Chazwick with metal shark teeth and a Eye-Patch, some might understand why I gave him metal teeth.

even if Chaz is a bit of a perv, he is kind of a funny Tuna-Himbo.

and it’s okay if it is just me and maybe a few others who view him as a Tuna-Himbo.....once again, the nickname “Tuna-Himbo” make into my head when watching the episode that he appears in, it was of course my first time watching that episode when it came out on the day when I found out it was uploaded.

and of course when watching it, the word Tuna-Himbo came into mind.

and of course that episode is for mature audiences only, like 18+...

anyway I will sign back on here later, to check out some more fan art.

also I want to say that if I put “do not reblog without permission” and you see it, like it being both mentioned at the very top and even in the tags.

please do NOT ignore it, I can understand if it might of not been seen at first, and I can allow the reblog if it was a accident.

but if it was ignored on purpose or if I am being lied to about it not have been seen, just so they wont get in trouble, and I hope NO one does that, because I don’t think I can forgive if that were to happen....

just try to keep a eye out for the words that say “do not reblog without permission.” and anyway, hope some like these drawings that are being post together in this one post.

and it’s okay that not everyone ships Shockwave x Pearl.

my shipping those two was inspired by a Hazformers drawing with Shockwave’s demon form in it, and what he says in the drawing had reminded me of Pearl.

I’m weird and I’m weird shipping Shockwave x Pearl.                                  

[sayitaliano]

ORO E ARGENTO | ENSI ft SAMUEL

Siamo nati liberi figli di un mondo violento We are born free, children of a violent world La ricchezza che ci salverà The richness that will save us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento isn't made of gold and silver Siamo nati liberi We are born free Come il sole, la pioggia ed il vento Like the sun, the rain and the wind La certezza che ci guiderà The certainty that will lead us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento Isn't made of gold and silver

Abbiamo gli stessi limiti, siamo mortali We have the same limits, we are mortals Guardiamo il cielo da qua sotto sognando le ali We look at the sky from down here dreaming of (having) wings Siamo nati liberi, siamo tutti uguali We are born free, we are all the same Ma abbiamo creato un mondo che But we created a world that Ci ha reso schiavi made us slaves E siamo così stupidi e influenzabili And we're so stupid and easily influenced Che le cose più inutili That the most useless things Ora sono indispensabili Now are essential E diventiamo simili a robot, lobotomizzati And we become similar to robots, lobotomized Senza cuore che batte Without a heart that beats Però ultra accessoriati But fully-loaded (super-equipped) Ti anestetizza ciò che It anesthetizes you whatever that All'apparenza ti soddisfa Apparently satisfies you E tiene la coscienza zitta, metabolizza And keeps your conscience silent, metabolize Perché sta andando tutto a fuoco mentre dormi Because everything is burning down while you're sleeping Non solo nei tuoi sogni, alzati e corri not just in your dreams, get up and run

Siamo nati liberi figli di un mondo violento We are born free, children of a violent world La ricchezza che ci salverà The richness that will save us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento isn't made of gold and silver Siamo nati liberi We are born free Come il sole, la pioggia ed il vento Like the sun, the rain and the wind La certezza che ci guiderà The certainty that will lead us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento Isn't made of gold and silver

Il cielo piange, il mondo annega The sky cries, the world drowns Nella violenza che ci sputa e in the violence that spits on us and Dopo se ne frega then doesn't care La formula della felicità nessuno The formual of happiness nobody Ce la spiega explains it to us La rincorriamo dall'alfa all'omega We run after it from alpha to omega La ricreiamo in Terra sotto varie forme We re-create it on Earth under many shapes Ma è solo un surrogato che But it's only a surrogate that In testa proietta ombre in the mind projects shadows La realtà è più forte e Reality is stronger and Strappa al libro delle pagine Rips some pages from the book Inferno e Paradiso in equilibrio Hell and Heaven in balance Fra le favole In between fairytales Siamo solo polvere nell'universo We're only dust in the Universe E verremo spazzati dal soffio del tempo And we'll be swept away from the breath of time Non cercare un senso Do not search for a meaning Le cose hanno il valore che gli diamo Things have the worth we give to them La vera ricchezza è dentro di noi The real richness is inside of us Non in quello che abbiamo Not in what we have

Siamo nati liberi figli di un mondo violento We are born free, children of a violent world La ricchezza che ci salverà The richness that will save us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento isn't made of gold and silver Siamo nati liberi We are born free Come il sole, la pioggia ed il vento Like the sun, the rain and the wind La certezza che ci guiderà The certainty that will lead us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento Isn't made of gold and silver

Forse un giorno troverai una nuova strada Maybe one day you will find a new road Mentre le ultime certezze si dissolvono While the latest certainties will dissolve E quel giorno fuggirai senza alcun rimpianto And on that day you'll run away with no regret Dalla tiepida prigione in cui stai morendo From the warm prison in which you're dying

Siamo nati liberi figli di un mondo violento We are born free, children of a violent world La ricchezza che ci salverà The richness that will save us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento isn't made of gold and silver Siamo nati liberi We are born free Come il sole, la pioggia ed il vento Like the sun, the rain and the wind La certezza che ci guiderà The certainty that will lead us Non è fatta di oro e d'argento Isn't made of gold and silver

[fuhdubai]

Understanding Dry Eye Syndrome: Causes, Symptoms, and Treatments

What is Dry Eye Syndrome?

Dry eye syndrome occurs when your eyes don’t produce enough quality tears to lubricate them properly. Tears play a crucial role in maintaining healthy eyes by keeping the surface moist and clear. Without proper tear production, you can experience chronic eye discomfort.

Dry eye syndrome is classified under the ICD-10 code H04.12 for medical documentation and diagnosis.

Dry Eye Symptoms

Recognizing the symptoms of dry eye is the first step to addressing the condition. Common dry eye symptoms include:

Redness or irritation

Stinging or burning sensation

Feeling like there’s something in your eye

Blurry vision

Sensitivity to light

Watery eyes (as a response to dryness)

Causes of Dry Eyes

Several factors can contribute to dry eyes, including:

Age: Tear production declines with age.

Environmental conditions: Wind, smoke, and dry climates can cause tears to evaporate.

Prolonged screen use: Staring at screens for long periods reduces blinking, leading to eye dryness.

Medications: Certain medications, including antibiotics, can cause dry eyes.

Can antibiotics cause dry eyes? Yes, antibiotics like antihistamines and decongestants may reduce tear production, leading to dry eyes.

Best Eye Drops for Dry Eyes

One of the most effective treatments for dry eyes is the use of eye drops for dry eyes. There are several types of eye drops available:

Artificial eye drops for dry eyes: These mimic natural tears and provide immediate relief. They’re ideal for mild cases.

Best dry eye drops in India: Brands like Refresh Tears and Systane Ultra are popular options for individuals seeking relief in India.

Best eye drops for dry eyes: Depending on your condition, you may need preservative-free or lubricating eye drops recommended by a doctor.

If you wear contact lenses, it’s important to choose the best treatment for dry eyes with contacts that won’t interfere with your lenses. Specialized rewetting drops can help keep your eyes comfortable throughout the day.

Causes of Dry Eye Disease Explained by Dr. Hayat Khan — Consultant Ophthalmologist at Fakeeh University Hospital Dubai

How to Cure Dry Eyes Permanently?

While permanent cures for dry eyes may not be possible in all cases, lifestyle changes and medical treatments can significantly improve the condition. Here are some tips:

Use a humidifier: Adding moisture to the air can prevent your tears from evaporating too quickly.

Take breaks from screen time: Follow the 20–20–20 rule to prevent strain on your eyes.

Omega-3 supplements: These can help boost tear production naturally.

Prescription medications: In severe cases, a doctor may prescribe medications that increase tear production or reduce inflammation.

Home Remedies for Dry Eyes

In addition to artificial tear drops, several home remedies for dry eyes can offer relief:

Warm compresses: Applying a warm, moist cloth to your eyes can help unclog tear glands and improve tear flow.

Massage your eyelids: Gently massaging your eyelids can stimulate tear production.

Use eyelid wipes: Keeping your eyelids clean can prevent blockages in the oil glands that contribute to dry eyes.

Dry Skin Around Eyes: Causes and Remedies

Sometimes, dry skin around the eyes or dry skin under eyes can accompany dry eye syndrome, causing discomfort and flakiness. The delicate skin around your eyes needs special care. Using the best eye cream for dry skin and dark circles can help hydrate and restore the skin. Look for creams that contain hyaluronic acid, glycerin, and natural oils.

Blocked Tear Ducts and Dry Eyes

A blocked tear duct can cause dry eyes because it prevents tears from draining properly, leading to irritation. If you suspect a blocked tear duct, consult an eye specialist for treatment options, which may include warm compresses or surgery.

Treatment Options for Dry Eyes

Effective dry eye treatment depends on the underlying cause and severity of the condition. Common treatments include:

Artificial tears or lubricating eye drops

Prescription medications to reduce inflammation or stimulate tear production

Punctal plugs to keep tears on the eye surface for longer

In chronic cases, surgery may be an option to address underlying structural issues, such as a blocked tear duct.

ICD-10 Code for Dry Eye Syndrome

For medical purposes, dry eye syndrome is identified with the ICD-10 code H04.123. This code is used for documenting cases of dry eyes in medical records and insurance claims.

Conclusion

If these home remedies do not provide lasting relief, or if your symptoms persist, it’s essential to consult a specialist. For expert treatment and personalized care, visit Fakeeh University Hospital in Dubai. Our team of experienced ophthalmologists can provide you with the most effective solutions to manage dry eyes and other eye conditions. Whether you need comprehensive dry eye treatment or advanced care for more complex issues, Fakeeh University Hospital is here to help.

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Dear Yuletide writer

Thanks so much for being a part of the exchange this year. Whether you are a newbie or veteran, please have fun. I love all my fandoms and characters equally. I hope I'm giving you something to work with, but if you need to go ODAO, go for it.

I'd love treats and I promise to be a "good egg" commenter.

Special thanks if you're picking this up from the pinch-hit list and/or happened on the request and chose to write a treat.

DNWs for ALL fandoms-Mpreg, scat, Omega-verse, dewclaws, body horror, ultra violence, right-wing propaganda.

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Fandom: She Went Pop-Song-Iam Siam

Characters:

Rena Devere

Rena’s agent.

Waterfront Reporter

Man in the Street

This is just a great vignette of a song, but there are so many questions and possibilities for a story.

I’d love a noir-style mystery. What really happened to Rena? What is her agent not telling us? Why was she already “barely alive” when she got to California? Was he in love with her? Did she know something about him? I think the Waterfront Reporter should try and solve the mystery….either hampered or assisted (or both) by Rena’s Agent.  I can see the Man In The Street being involved as well….how did he just happen to be there? Is he really devastated or is he involved in the death as well? Slashy interactions among the men would be awesome. I realize I've always thought of Agent and Reporter as male, but they don't have to be...so het or femslash is on the table as well. Man in the Street is presumably male, unless you know something I don't. If so, feel free to share.

If not the actual mystery of what happened to Rena, then something about how any or all of the other characters are affected in the aftermath. 

I'm even up for a "happy" ending. Maybe Rena isn't dead? Mistaken identity, faked death, wakes up in the ambulance? Did agent help....was Man In The Street involved?

This could be Rena's recovery story as she realizes afterwards how close she came to dying and manages to clean up her act....with help of any of the other characters...or realizing she has to do it for and by herself. 12 Step programs always appreciated.

I'm fine with any amount of 80's sex and drugs related kink and degradation. For this fandom, I'm also OK with the possibility of rape as part of what happened to Rena...or anybody else in her sphere.

Don't worry if you don't vibe with all the characters. Feel free to omit any, even if we matched on all of them. While I see a place for all of them, you might find Man On The Street or one of the others superfluous. No problem.

I'm just super excited to get any fic for Poor Poor Rena and this amazing song.

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Pundit RPF

Anderson Cooper

Stephen Colbert

Fandom Specific DNW-Rape or sexual assault. Either Anderson or Stephen being a rapist, abuser, sex-pest etc. Killing Evie.

I'm requesting this because of Anderson's podcast on grief, particularly this episode:

And this conversation:

There's already a lot of "canon" death associated with the characters and the part of their relationship I'm fascinated by, so all of those are fair game. The only thing I'm absolutely DNW-ing is (physically) hurting or killing Evie.

I’m fine with infidelity, OT3 or open relationship if you want to include Evie or any of Anderson's partners (canon or fanon.)  My favorite Stephen is “guilt-ridden bi-sexual Stephen” who totally adores Evie and also gets completely consumed with “forbidden” lust for various men….Jon, Keith Olbermann etc. (a part of me is still lost in the 2000's) and this slow burn thing with Anderson, which would have remained pining out of deference for Evie and for Anderson’s relationship, if not for the raw emotion of these grief conversations.

I love how far Stephen has come since he had to hide behind the "Colbert Report" persona. If you want to do something from the Covid period with Stephen doing his show from the attic and Stephen/Anderson having to communicate via Zoom and such until they can actually be together, that's great. Maybe they start getting closer after Gloria dies in 2019....but the pandemic starts before it gets too far.

I'm so struck by Anderson's vulnerability about his father, brother and mother in the podcast and the way he and Stephen talk so openly and the rawness...I see so much potential for hurt/comfort, but also Stephen dealing with both the guilt over Evie or not wanting to take advantage of Anderson's vulnerability....but who could resist indefinitely?

Also, back in the day, I feel the fic dynamic usually made Anderson the more attractive and unattainable one, but honestly, I could see Anderson very much having the crush and longing toward Stephen, but always resisting because of Evie, Stephen's guilt and his own relationship. In other words, Stephen is just as much of a hottie....although he may not see himself that way.

These two are also savvy about shippers, so if either one wants to mention it...by all means. I'll never forget the Colbert Report when Anderson was on and Stephen said, "Ladies, start your fanfics."

Feel free to incorporate any other "characters," including Evie, Anderson's ex, the kids and any one else in the pundit verse or show-biz that you'd like to include as participants or bystanders with opinions.

Anything BTS of Anderson's recent appearance on Stephen's show, including that conversation about "comments on porn sites." Some "pure" PWP after that .... complete with Porn watching together? Yummy.

I don't have any "pure" gen prompts, but I'm fine if the relationship remains all UST and pining....and again ODAO.

Repeating-DNW Rape, noncon, sexual assualt, either character being a creep, rapist, abuser, sex-pest.

I would be open to dub-con to the extent that something happens with one or both under the influence, or something happening in a hurt comfort scenario and one or both wondering if they had taken advantage, leading to angst, guilt remorse. I'd prefer it all to end up more or less happily sorted, but I'm not adamant on pure fluff here.

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Fandom:British Travel Show RPF

Characters 

Michael Portillo

Joanna Lumley

DNW-Rape, sexual assault. Michael as villain, sex-pest, rapist, evil etc.

Hello lovely Yuletide writer, if you share my passion for the "Verse" of British Travel Shows, I hope you also share my fascination with Michael Portillo and his garish colour combinations, his willingness to indulge in horrible puns, dancing, goofy travel antics, as well as speak solemnly about his family, especially regarding the Spanish Civil War and especially his passion for trains.

Every time I see Dame Joanna Lumley on a train during one of her amazing travel shows, I can't help thinking about her running into Michael on one of his. Even though they are on extreme opposite ends of the political spectrum, I just want them together in some way, preferably in some fabulous place.

I feel that Michael is effectively out of politics and even though still a Tory, and still enamoured of Margaret Thatcher, he seems to have redeemed himself on most social issues. (His The Trouble With The Tories programmes showed how much he no longer feels like part of the party.) Of course Joanna may very much think otherwise and give him what-all....while still doing a bit of flirting perhaps?

Maybe he's a closet AbFab fanboy. Maybe they find common cause over the Gurkhas. He loves Empire and she was born in the Raj. He can be charming and she is gorgeous. I'd love anything from witty banter and flirting over a meal in a dining coach (or one of their private rooms) or some amazingly romantic scenic location, to an actual "Brief Encounter," to a full on romance if you want to go that way. I know they're both married. I'm cool with infidelity....whether in the context of devil-may-care open relationships or a bit of angst-ridden guilt, overcome by the passion of the moment. I also love Joanna's podcast with her husband, so if you want to include Stephen Barlow in any capacity, be my guest. (Michael and Joanna can also bond over their love of Classical Music.)

If you'd rather do pure Gen, some kind of wacky travel adventure either to a place they've both done or some thing new. They could talk about shared interest in environmentalism....dish about the royals....compare disillusion with their respective political "sides." Or keep politics out of it all together....just comparing some of their journeys.

If the characters are tricksy to write---let their respective camera crews and production teams have a chat or some side activity....or let one of the characters do a walk on during a Piece To Camera.

You could go meta with the Travel Show tropes, or double meta with a viewer watching the story unfold during what should have been an "average" Portillo train show or Joanna Lumley adventure and suddenly wondering WTF is going on?

I'm personally only requesting Michael and Joanne, but I'm happy to have any other "characters" in the UK Travel Show verse make appearances in whatever capacity you choose, especially if the whole Michael/Joanna thing as a ship isn't working for you and you'd rather go in a different direction. You never know who might turn up at a destination, complete with film crew: Joe Lycett, Giles Coren, Susan Calman, Griff Rhys Jones, Ramesh Ranganathan, Robson Green, Richard E. Grant doing one of those hotel shows....or even OG Travel Presenter Michael Palin or anyone else from British show biz who has been filmed traipsing about with a scenic location .

NONE of these are "requests," just possibilities if you're a British Travel Show fanatic who loves all these other presenters and happened to match on my particular Michael/Joanna request and isn't all that excited by it.

Since Michael can come off as quite a bit camp and has acknowledged same-sex relationships at Uni, I'm fine with some m/m for him as well, maybe with Joanne catching him in the act....or even playing matchmaker. Or her thinking he wouldn't be interested in her for that reason and being (pleasantly) surprised.

And if Joanne wakes up the morning after and decides a talk with her good friend Jennifer Saunders is in order, once the gentleman is out of earshot....by all means.

Please have fun.

Just to reiterate...DNW for this fandom-Rape, sexual assault, non-con, dub-con. Michael as sexual predator, rapist, sex-pest.)

(I realize ship-fic will require a possible level of infidelity, and I'm fine with any angst or guilt around that on either of their parts, but if there is any intimacy, I'd want it to be 100% consensual.)

If you see him as a pompous jerk with dodgy political views on the economy, no worries and I'm happy for Michael and Joanna to be verbally sparring over the issues, which finding each other attractive, amusing, charming etc. But I do not want him as an evil, horrible rapist etc.

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Fandom:

Beau of the Fifth Column (Webseries)

DNW for this fandom: Rape, sexual assault, noncon, dubcon. Beau being a bad guy, villain, sex-pest etc.

Characters:

Beau

Belle

I realize this request seems inherently political, but in this case, I'm really more interested in their relationship than the events they're currently commenting on. Beau and Belle are almost the only political commentators I can watch for very long because their demeanour helps reduce the inherent anxiety of watching American politics right now.

I love the "backstory" of the channel and the Beau of the Fifth Column persona coming out of the discrepancy between someone looking and sounding like Beau, but being the complete political opposite of the assumptions people made about him. Now that Belle has taken over as the face of the channel, I'm absolutely entranced with her and desperately want fic for them and their relationship. I'd love anything that incorporates her background in the military and her work as a nurse.

I love these two so much. I'm interested in any thing you want to write about them. Expanding on their back stories and how they got together. Slice of life including the kids, the dogs, the horses. (Shaving a horse day would be a hoot.) Having them react to individual real-life events.

I'm especially fascinated with the period leading up to Belle taking over as the face of the channel and what went on behind the scenes. They clearly adore each other and it must have been hard for her to seem him pushing himself so hard. How tough did she have to be to tell him it was time to take time off...what exactly did that conversation look and sound like?

While I enjoyed his take on things, I'm absolutely fascinated and enchanted by hers. I sometimes imagine Beau watching her videos and just being in awe. Her expressions and the slow blink can speak volumes.

Schmoopy stuff, sexy times, curtains, staying safe during the hurricane(s).

Behind the scenes at her first video? How she feels about finding her voice on screen? Buying flannel shirts. Her becoming "Belle," instead of "Mrs. Beau."

On the "Roads With Beau," she mentioned that apparently people have "accused" him of transitioning and saying that she IS Beau....and she just wouldn't bother denying it because that gives in to transphobia. If you want to take that idea and run with it, I'd be ok with that.

Obviously real-world events are going to be unfolding before, during and after the writing process, but regardless of how those shake out, I'm really just interested in how Beau and Belle are together, so don't worry about anything particularly topical unless something happens that you really like as a story point.

Let me re-emphasize-DNW-Rape, sexual assault, non-con, dub-con, abuse. I'm sure they've had their problems and I'm happy to have a story with some conflict, but not that kind.

It's just a thought. Y'all have a good day!