#about: vos

[tfunity]

About: Seekers

Seekers, a colloquial name used for most Vosnians these days, are a basic frame-type common to the floating city of Vos.

The definer of most seekers is the crook-ended wing (up to four), thruster pedes (up to ten per foot), and somewhat excessive ventage (used as identifier). Heads can vary deeply, but the common ones are pictured; sometimes, they even blend. Armor doesn't change much between civilian models and militant models.

Almost all Vosnians are born as part of a trine, or triplets. Traditional structures of the trine place the First Born (one stripe) as leader, Second Born (two stripe) as protector, and Third Born (three stripe) as agrivator. This varies greatly in actual usage but most Trines are run by the first born. Trines are expected to work as a unit with little complaint or in-fighting, a concept often contested by the basic law of siblings.

Head molds vary greatly, but all trinemembers will share the same basic shape. Head molds also seem somewhat influenced by the current ruling party: most younger Seekers are cat-molded, while many older Seekers use the prior King's bird-mold. The ruling trine tends to flip between cat, bird, and visor: no Liege has been snapper or cone.

The name 'Seeker' derives from their initial use in hunting. Many prefer the more modern interpretation of this nickname, where it refers to colony-finders.

Most are Decepticons. Any Seekers who align themselves otherwise are at great risk, as all of Vos was dutied to Megatron's cause. Thus, most have tinted red optics; they naturally have quite the rainbow of shades.

Notable examples:

Two examples of somewhat more unusual models.

Slipstream is a UAV-modeled Seeker, lacking a decorative cockpit. Like most nobles, she has a stone embedded in her helm. Her four-paneled wings allow for excellent maneuverability in the air, well earning her name.

Sunstorm is a Megatronus Throwback, and a rather volitile one at that. His brainwashing was admittingly a little much, leading to the constant smile and seeping rust down his cheeks; but the assureness that he very much loves his Queen is not enough for everyone else, so he gets bomb-collared like the rest. Poor, pathetic thing is about ready to pop anyway. Best to just be careful.

The ruling party is comprised of Starscream (third-born, Queen), Thundercracker (first-born, notary), and Skywarp (second-born, pilot). Unlike most trines, Starscream is not actually related to her siblings: she was brought in before they were installed into their bodies, with the prior third being discarded in her favour. Despite this, she's had her trine modded to better resemble herself and insists on much of their bodyplans.

In fact, she insists on much. Their paint, makeup, and decorative finishes are deeply monitered and enforced. TC wanted rings for her brow: Starscream required garnets, to better match her. Neither is allowed to outshine her, even as she tells them they never would.

Thundercracker is the only non-outlier in this trine. Skywarp's ability as a teleporter gives her unprecedented skill in manuevering through spacebridges, a thing she doesn't even need to bind her eyes for. And Starscream was literally hand-delivered by Primus (or so everyone says), which is awfully special even before you consider her weird spark.

You, uh, can kinda see how that's resting on poor Thundercracker there.

[ddeck]

growth spruts

[goldnightshaade]

They’re talking about what they want to do after the war is over.

@foxquinweek Day 4

[carrion-art]

3am detective work

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

Nothin' in this world a good cup of coffee can't fix.

[naboosands]

Not a moment of peace

[noramsblog]

Shenanikans

[dragonbma]

I’ve missed making unhinged memes-

[tfunity]

Her Majesty loves Pomgarnets. They're a rarer gem-fruit, being rather difficult to grow outside of certain climates and soil constitutions. She has a small tree in the orchid dedicated to this snack, but it struggles to fruit without help from someone she's a bit loathe to owe favours to.

If you ever want to be in her favour, even if it is only for a few minutes, offer her one. Rumors going about the Vos is that Swindle's very life is tied to gathering these fruits: she's the only thing keeping Megatron from taking his capitalistic head off.

Her Host, Liege Maximo, also quite enjoys these gem-fruits. Most colony ships are so large that finding anything with flavour is quite hard, so feeling taste through their Cityspeakers suppliments their rather bland solar-energon diet.

Maximo still snacks on meteors and comets on occasion. Not too often, mind you. Forward and selfish as they are, they know how consumption can look; and having lost limbs to that bias tends to sour most sweet comets anyway.

[bon-sides-sw]

Question: whose Cal Kestis other parent?

On another day I would have told you that can be anyone, even a random stranger he met on a bar- BUT THEN, @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips infected me with the brainworms via discord chats and this Fic [To Out Halcyon Days] (E) that I'm so obsessed with!!

So yes, is Quinlan.

But Obi and his stewjoni biology are so powerful that his womb just photocopies himself.

[redbean-nom]

imagine the chaos of a no66 au when anakin discovers the entire shadow lineage is getting married and quinlan has a kid

[padawansuggest]

SpaceTok

Quinlan: *stands up wearing a pair of silk pants with a matching tank top, turns so he can show it off* Guys, I have the best news ever. It turns out, Fox wasn’t ghosting me, he was on trial for murdering the chancellor. He was guilty but they’re letting him walk because the chancellor was a Sith so this is what I’m wearing to his award ceremony for it. *does a cute little spin and shows off his polished boots* It’s gonna be awesome, Senator Organa is holding the after party which means Obi-Wan will show up already drunk it’s gonna be great.

[morweneledhwen]

Liu Yu for 2025 China Annual Trends Summit

[lightandfellowship]

A picture of my life would be worth about a thousand words, at best.

[kandadze]

And I possess you now from whom I part: We only keep what we lose. (May Sarton, Collected poems (1930-1973), "O Saisons! O Châteaux!")

Fangs of Fortune, ep 33

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

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“How do you not trip,” Obi-Wan signs, eyes moving in disbelief over all the straps hanging off Quinlan. “Or get caught on everything in existence.”

Quinlan inspects his nails, noting with dismay the paint starting to chip in some places. “That’s the difference between you and me, my friend. I can make this look effortless.”

.

“Please,” he thinks, boulder lodged in his throat. Grits his teeth and pulls harder on the strap. “Please, don’t fight it. I’m sorry.”

I understand.

It’s as silent as a plasma blast to his head. A whisper through the Force and he wants to weep.

Lora finally, finally loses their grip on consciousness, their connection to the Force fighting Quinlan, and, with a vicious twist by Quin’s hands, on life.

“Impressive,” Ventress says, bringing her hands together in a slow clap. “Jedi Shadows really are made of sterner stuff than the rest. Well,” she grins, kicks the Nautolan’s body dismissively, “some more than others, at least.”

The urge to throw up rises steadily.

He’s delivered Lora right to her. He’s broken the Code. All of it. Everything. He’s broken everything. Proving his loyalty is pounding bolts in his head and being. He’s sacrificed a friend, a Jedi, for a mission that may or may not be successful. To be accepted by Dooku’s circle and destroy the CIS from within. He’s killing to bring peace and it’s absurd.

If this works, he can’t ever tell Obi-Wan how he got the intel. If this even works and he doesn’t lose himself along the way…

The Galaxy is drenched in despair and he can’t stay afloat. He can’t do this. He can’t— He needs the others. He needs their Light to find his own, the Temple, their home, around him. He needs to go home—

“Litte Shadow, tell me, who was your Master?”

He’s lost already, hasn’t he.