#and in breakdown mode

[popcorn-plots]

editing some fics on Ao3 because it gives me something to do and takes way less energy than writing a new one.

edited:

pretend

in her gentle care

touch my soul and hold my hand

only the important things

salt and pepper

waiting for you, for time and all eternity

wishful winning

[vainvaiheart]

and they were rivals (and they were rivals)

[optimussy69]

wild but one of the first KOBD drawings I did was them alt mode interfacing , but it was haunting my dreams (i keep thinking about the song 'two trucks')

also a bunch of other messy sketches & doodles of them, and just knockout showing off and being a tease

[numberonetribble]

Piston tries out stand-up comedy! At least they had fun!

[yuukirita]

About Secondbeeau, focused on ES. Would Bee and Breakdown still be friends? Is Breakdown friends with the first Bee or did he only know the second one? Do they still have a bromance?

Bee and Breakdown are still racing buddies (you will take their friendship from my cold dead body) Breakdown didn't know the first Bee cuz I think he was born after the first one died.

Also like that they can both be youngsters that get into trouble- and unlike pretty much everyone Bee meets, Breakdown doesn't have anyone to compare him to.

[mongeese]

I understand why people do it but using "Kim and Harry would take a bullet for each other" as an expression of their personal closeness is meaningless when canonically, Kim would have thrown himself in front of a bullet to save Harry before they even knew each other. It doesn't matter if Kim likes Harry or not -- they're both officers of the RCM, currently acting as partners, and therefore Kim sees it as his job to protect Harry's life without regard to personal safety. I'd bet Kim expects the same of Harry, at least subconsciously. It isn't about love. It's about duty

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[alexaplaygazpacho]

The thing about Shion fans is that we truly understand the freak that he is. He's always been kind of unstable and held together only by strong bonds built with a select few people. Without those bonds or worse, with those he holds dear in danger he will always be the most dangerous person in the room because the darkness lurking beneath his nice facade is a level of apathy and anger that seeped into him from living in an unjust society and being smart enough to notice it but until he helped take things down with Nezumi unable to address it. We saw glimpses of that unbridled anger and resentment towards a system that threatened take everything, that DID take something precious from him (his best friend Safu who he loved but never in the way she wanted). And not to mention that despite this darkness he feels a profound guilt and responsibility for it not just because Nezumi gave him the "assignment" as an emotionally repressed teenager, bitter and angry at the world but also because he recognizes what happens if you don't stay and help rebuild and shape things from there. He feels like he needs to be punished for being alive and that Nezumi leaving was a punishment in of itself for not being good enough and not making things good enough for him. He's running himself in the ground because he thinks he deserves to be in the ground to a degree and the only thing that makes him push past that is having Nezumi there but also he's so toxic for that and he knows that so if Nezumi really told him fuck off no he would but then I also think that he would be a husk of himself until he eventually took himself out from being careless about himself.

Also he's really horny and a freak that for sure would chill out a bit if he had freaky nasty sex with Nezumi and was super possessive about it but that's only part of it.

[lyrakanefanatic]

Nash, talking to Lyra with his brothers: You know, you remind me of something.

Lyra: What?

Nash: A glass ballerina.

Lyra, who sees an opening that she is no doubt going to take: Wow…

Lyra: Men really can’t go two minutes without comparing women to objects.

The hawthorne brothers:

[smoothriverrocksrock]

The Stunticons sleep in a giant cuddle pile. This doesn’t stop them from hating eachothers guts, they just have separation anxiety. Go drink water if you agree

[good-beanswrites]

I’m definitely getting jumped for this one but all of the milgram prisoners on a elevator to heaven but it slowly starts going down to hell and they all panic

Zosiaaaaa, haven’t we had enough angst this trial already 😭 (Alright, but, this was really fun to think about :3 I didn’t join the putting-characters-into-situations hobby for nothing >:3) 

“Haruka-chan? Are you awake?” Mahiru’s hand shook him gently from sleep.

“Give him some space.”

“I am!”

Haruka blinked up at them, eyes bleary. “Oh! Um. Are you two – are you two getting married?”

He’d never seen a wedding dress up close before. It was silky and sparkling. Shidou was also dressed in white, but a fancier outfit than the coat Haruka usually saw him in.

Mahiru giggled. “It looks cute, doesn’t it? But no, no, we’re not.”

“We don’t know why we’re here, or where here is.” He gestured to the tiny room they found themselves in. Its walls were made of plain but quality wood paneling, with accents of gold. “Shiina-kun and I only woke minutes ago.”

“Let me help you up~”

His hand froze before taking hers. “Y-your arm!”

She beamed. “It’s all better! In fact, everything feels better! Isn’t that wonderful?” 

“Oh! I feel good too…”

Shidou’s gut twisted at the mention. He was far less excited about his own miraculous healing. He knew the human body well, and the utter lack of scars or markings from his injury was too good to be true. In his profession, that meant it definitely was. Combined with the clothes and strange location, it could only mean one thing. 

He was still working out how to gently explain the situation to Mahiru. Though certain patients always took the message better than others, Shidou had never had to break this kind of news post-death. 

He’d planned on keeping the information to himself until he processed it himself, but Haruka put the pieces together quickly. His expression dropped. “D-does that mean…?”

For the first time, Mahiru’s smile faltered. 

Shidou nodded. “I believe so.” 

Before any of them could speak, a panel that certainly wasn’t there a moment ago flashed on one of the walls. Ten lights lit up in even rows. They brought everyone’s attention to another new addition: a split running down the center of the adjacent wall.

“An elevator!”

Closer inspection revealed there were no labels or numbers to mark the destinations, or even where they stood now. All perfectly uniform in shape, it didn’t look like any of the buttons could open the door for them.

A remarkably mundane ding sent the elevator into motion. 

Haruka was the first to state the obvious, alarm rapidly rising up in his throat. “W-why are we going down?”

Mahiru had gone as pale as her dress. Shidou felt a tugging at his gut, though he refused to give into the initial panic. 

Haruka whipped back to face them. “Why? Why? Shouldn’t we be going up? Should- shouldn’t –” His breath hitched.

Shidou swallowed hard. His voice came out more unsure than the others had ever heard. “Different systems of belief have a variety of spatial arrangements for the afterlife, you know. Some religions believe all pathways after death exist under the earth.” 

“B-but we don’t believe those.”

“Are either of you spiritual?”

“I don’t, um. I don’t know? My mom talked about God…”

It was reassuring – that made an even split, as he didn’t believe in any sort of heaven or hell. His hopes were immediately dashed upon glancing at Mahiru. 

Her hands clasped together, brought up to her face. She knew she should be strong for the others, especially for a kid like Haruka, but even her knuckles pressed firmly over her lips didn’t do much to stop her crying. 

She just kept thinking back to her written interrogation in the first trial,  when everything was more exciting than it was horrifying, when they were all getting to know each other and could call one another friends, when she hadn’t realized just how relevant the answer she’d penned out really was.

What do you think happens when people die?

They go to heaven!

Shidou finally let himself worry.

Haruka threw himself toward the opposite wall to click the top rows of buttons. They didn’t so much as flicker, even when he began pounding on them with his full fist. He punched at the wall until his knees gave out under him, and he was left groveling on the floor below the buttons. 

“I… I’m scared.”

Mahiru spun to face the corner. With her face hidden, her tears finally fell.

“I thought this dress was for him, but… oh.”

Shidou folded his hands behind his back. He drove the images of his family from his mind. He wouldn’t be seeing them any time soon. 

“How ironic. Even if her reasoning was nothing but childishness, she was correct in the end...”

All they could do was wait there, each lost in their own thoughts, anticipating when the doors would open.

[millionsknives]

i spent my tumblr hiatus doing the things that really matter in life (making 35 trigun stampede text post memes) [1/2]

[moondustocean]

[amygdalae]

ok I play more hades 2 now

[kaseyskat]

thinking about sparrow once again putting everyone else before him post canon as he helps lark find a new purpose in life outside of the doodler and helps hero get into college and tries rebuilding a relationship with normal and pretends his relationship with rebecca is unchanged and plays emotional support to terry and grant when they need it and offers over and over again to help henry rebuild old earth and DOES help rebuild san dimas all while getting out of being asked about his own mental health simply by not being around long enough for anyone to notice he’s drowning because despite the pride and his mothers forgiveness and the rediscovery of his druidic heritage sparrow has never been more lost in his life and yet he doesn’t want to be a burden on anyone’s shoulder because he doesn’t know if he deserves it

[cybertr0nian]

✨️ >>> For Breakdown

Knockout approaches with a servo full of auto-grade mica glitter for paint jobs and takes a deep in-vent before blasting the glittery dust all over Breakdown, who was napping peacefully.

When the glittery dust settled, Knockout was wearing bunny ears and a little cotton ball tail.

"Happy human holiday of resurrection Sweetspark~ Don't you look gorgeous?"

Send ✨️ to throw glitter at my muse!

Ah, recharge it was nice while it lasted....sadly it wasn't a long one when something hit him with a loud BANG and of course Breakdown being Breakdown, immediately assumed that it was an attack and swiftly sat up on the berth with his servo quickly shifting to his hammer only to stop when he noticed Knockout standing there.

He needed a moment to process what was happening, optic looking the smaller mech over noticing their outfit....

Human....resurrection holiday?

Only Knockout would bother with human culture and of course drag him into it, which was of course his own fault considering he didn't put his pede down " What I-" he stops noticing the glitter on his arm and slowly looked down at himself " What the..." was that the sound he'd heard?

" Primus Knockout you startled me, I thought we were under attack." he admitted as he slowly stood and...well attempted to remove the glitter " Ugh this scraps sticking...what's with the outfit?" he asks raising his helm to look at Knockout " I mean it's cute...I just wasn't expecting...this."