#ask mnemo

[koutone]

What are your top 3 YGO ships?

thiefshipping!!

vexshipping

heartshipping

[chrometheraptor]

character breakdown!! tailgate? :)

YAYYY YIPPEEEEE!!!

How I feel about this character

I love him smmmmm he is so neat. I love him

All the people I ship romantically with this character

CYWHIRLGATE‼️‼️🔥🔥‼️💪🔥‼️💪🔥‼️🔥

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Looove him Rewind n Swerve. I Need more minibot shenanigans

My unpopular opinion about this character

uhhhh idk this isn’t really unpopular but dear lord people need to stop infantilizing him istg

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

hmmmmm.. Idk I can just always use more Tailgate in my life

[mnemo-sick]

low quality oc doodle hehehe

greenwire is tired. god. same

[rawmeknockout]

https://www.tumblr.com/rawmeknockout/733381767371816960/lets-try-this-again-since-tumblr-crashed-the?source=share

Me: -Eats this ask-

Ahem.

Knowing how Tarn is, i wouldn't be surprised if he just goes completely unhinged upon finding out that humans can be cyberformed. If there's any chance of reader going back to their human form, Tarn wouldn't be above to go hell and back to find a way to keep them "perfect" aka cyberformed.

Not only that but the amount of mods for to better fit the decepticons ideals, going from a complete paintjob to mnemo surgeries. Tarn lays awake at his berth upon imagining the possibilities he could have with cyberformed reader. Just like how Megatron did to him once upon a time...

Suave!Tarn might sound appealling, but Incel virgin!Tarn not knowing how to be normal around mech!reader (especially diva femech!reader. I love him S2) is very interesting 👀👀

Let's not forget that we are talking about one djd bastard. Primus knows what the other four are thinking about cyberformed reader, especially a certain blind "Pet" keeper guy.

yes because there’s so many ways to change a mech honestly i know the DJD focuses on killing and torture to get what they want and to fulfill their objective but it’s so fun to think about the other methods a decepticon can employ to reach the end they want because there are so many canon ways to fuck with a mech since their logical processor IS just data and mechanics so it’s can be,,, fiddled with in a way a humans can’t

ofc the djd has limited resources but tarn has a few favors he can call in and threaten out of ex decepticons and if he really needs to use them he will

he’ll only use these methods after he’s emotionally attached tho tarn sees himself as very logical and rational and it wouldn’t be a good look to go all in when he’s not committed to this mech

but after they’ve been enmeshed in the peaceful tyranny, now the whole djd is attached and this mech knows Secrets that they can’t just walk away with

i feel like at a certain point, unless the humans body is kept alive by brainstorm, it’ll start to rot away? which is how i separate cyberformed humans via decepticons vs on the lost light, brainstorm could theoretically put the human back in their body but the decepticons just let the human bodies die bc now they can’t go back

sorry if me jumping between askers is getting confusing lol

[tallbluelady]

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Okay okay. @hermits-hovel has an ancient OC of Mnemosyne who is in charge of memory crystals (such as the ones the Convocation ->Ascians keep). In his lore, the memory holder can no longer recall them as they are in the Crystal now.

Minthe, in general, is against doing this. She understands that Mnemosyne’s archive is useful and wouldn’t stop him from doing it, but part of what makes her and Ariadne’s relationship crumble is that Ari is asking him to take her memories away for safe keeping instead of actually facing them and ordering them in her mind. So you would never expect her to ask Mnemo to do this, right?

Weeeeeellllll… One night, Daedalus tells Minthe about Zodiark, far before the Final Days. Basically, who’s involved and what the summoning entails. And that it is inevitable. Minthe is brought to such a seething rage at Hades that she can hardly stand to think of him, while Daedalus is defending him. She tells Daedalus to "never speak of this conversation again" and storms out to get it removed by Mnemosyne. She returns calm but depressed with a handwritten note that tells Daedalus to not talk about Zodiark in any meaningful way so they can continue to speak to Hades (I wish I knew what that note says lol). He’s smart enough to do so and the three of them continue having a cordial relationship until the Convocation releases its plan for Zodiark.

Annnnd in a fun twist of events, Miranda gets a hold of this memory crystal and vows to kill Emet-Selch for pulling Daedalus into it!

Thanks for the ask!

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Full House Hand || Sg Ish

I hope you find Some peace of mind In this lifetime.

It had been two weeks since Perceptor had broken the glass wall in Stormy’s spirit. It had been six days since Stormy had curled into himself and dropped to his knees with the kind of air-tearing scream you only hear from air raid sirens at the end of the world.

Nana did her best, soothing his hurts with every remedy she could but when the blackrot began she couldn’t help but feel the fear of God lay a hand upon her soul.

Percy explained the happenings with a cygarette between too-sharp teeth; barely restraining a special kind of rage as his own body reflected the panic and anger he felt burning deep down.

‘It’s the network he’s built. Stardust is... infected, as well. But she is far, far closer to symbiosis given her exposure was in the womb. However...’

The smoke is silver like the streak forming in his hair.

‘She is being hurt. And because they are connected- he is living through it too.’

Aurora took her steps unsteadily out of Ironhide’s old truck- the vehicle outfitted with scrap steel plating like a makeshift tank and she carefully balanced the medical supplies she had been able to liberate with the help of Ironhide’s pistol.

Her eyes softened, “We’ve only studied a little of the mycomutagen, thanks to Percy and Perceptor’s donations. But I still don’t know very much- I was brought on during the enzyme discovery.”

“Enzyme discovery?”, asked Brainstorm hoarsely, rubbing sleep out of his eyes carefully so as not to smear oil from modifying every vehicle they could find for war, “What enzyme discovery?”

“It’s a by product of the mycomutagen.”, she explained gently, “We think it’s to protect the brain of the infected organism from other possible parasitic attacks, and perhaps even to shore it up against damage from MTBI or TBI.”

“So what does that mean?”

She sighed, “Xaaron he... For some reason when it was discovered he demanded I be brought on; it turns out this enzyme compound has many uses but one specific application is what he had me throw my entire being into.”

“..And that was?”

“Mnemo reversal treatment.”

The silence was palpable, heavy in the air and broken only by a weak groan from the room Stormy was being kept in. The air seemed to crack like uranium glass- scattering its neon shards as Brainstorm clattered haphazardly to drop in front of the minicomm system and frantically began punching in commands. The screen chimed to life, and a face none of them recognized showed itself.

“Hello, you’ve reached the estate of the Honorable Crown Xaaron, how may I assist you.”, were the robotic words of the AI assistant, “He is currently unavailable, please do not hesitate to state any needs you may have and I will be sure they are delivered upon his return.”

“Xaaron Location, current.”

“I am sorry. That is Classified.”

“Xaaron agenda, previous twenty four hours.”

“I am sorry, that is classified.”

“This is Brainstorm, this is his fucking SON where is my FATHER-”

“Hello Brainstorm, you have a video message to be delivered upon your first contact of this commline. Would you like to view it now?”

“Yes, play messaage-”

The screen flickered, the feed clear and calm and dim and Xaaron sat with his hands folded together like he always did. His eyes were downturned- the tattoos on his jaw that matched his son still crisp even in low light.

“I am not a saint, my son.”, the recording whispers, “And I have told you so, so many lies. And here, at the end of the world; I have many things to confess.”

Aurora felt her spine seem to freeze- both Perceptors seemed to appear to stand at either side of Brainstorm as the recorded message continued.

“Your mother...”

A softly choked noise.

“I have been... I am a vile bastard, you were right. I had been paying to keep her at the facility you and your twin had visited- keeping her sedated. Calm. Because the sound of her crying broke the last pieces of a heart I had. But... But then these doubles... And the mycological marvel many of them carried arrived.”

Xaaron did not smile.

“The physical I told you and your double you needed was not necessary, nor was it run of the mill. I had them draw blood from you both- we had discovered a specific compound three days previous and there was. There was a chance. A chance I owed it to my family to take. To your mother.”

The man in the recording hiccuped softly, lips trembling and his bright gold eyes squeezing shut as tears leaked from them.

“To. To you. I owed it to you- To bring her back to us all. Especially now at the end of a world that never loved you, that never held you close. A world where you never knew my shore, my ocean- Never knew her sky, her mountains. Once this recording has finished- You will be sent data by the AI assistant I have installed and modified. Tracking. Information.”

Xaaron swallowed the break in his voice, “And with that- you and your twin will. You will be able to trace each other; with the proximity comm scanners. Perceptor still carries his from the Wreckers, he hides it in a boot locker. Anyone matching the DNA markers or specific mycomarkers will be able to be traced.”

Xaaron stared with his tears free and his face tired, “Find my granddaughter. Save your family. And I will see you if I am able to save ours. Please, my little warrior- my wild sun; Through all my mistakes I have made, you were never one of them.”

He swallowed hard, and leaned back as though checking something off screen to show his lack of uniform, before he breathed deep once.

“Never forget, Brainstorm- I love you, and I love the ones who love you. If I do not make it back- If WE do not make it back, know that we have always loved you... And we are sorry we couldn’t or wouldn’t be there before.”

He smiles weakly at the camera, leaning forward enough to mimic touching his forehead to Brainstorm’s and he exhaled quietly. And Brainstorm, unbidden- followed suit as his heart broke.

The recording ended.

“Hello, this is the assistant to Crown Xaaron.”, chimed the AI voice again, “I am initiating a datadrop to the traced address of this call. Once this data download has completed, I will then be initiating a full scale facility shutdown after uploading all conserved facility data to drop serve Theta.”

“WHAT, WHY-”

“This facility was breached four hours, nineteen minutes, and eighty seven seconds ago. For the protection of all, this must be done.”

The flicker of a flashdrop, the connection buffered no doubt from the facility’s own satellites and technology. 

“Data download complete. Upload and sitekill initiated. Thank you for being with Kimia until the end, Science Quadrant A Supervisor Brainstorm.”

The AI’s digital face smiled before a hideous technological screech bellowed out through the speakers and the line went dead- the screen flashing [CALL TERMINATED] at the same tempo as a funeral bells chime.

“No, no no no no no-”, stammered Brainstorm as his fingers moved furiously over the plastiglass trying to reactivate the connection, “No, no please come one this can’t- not like this we already lost Stardust and we lost Pulsar I can’t I CAN’T LOSE YOU TOO DAD THERES’S-THERE’S STILL SO MUCH TO CATHC UP ON AND-”

“Brainstorm.”, whispered Percy, “Darling, please it’s. It’ll be alright. It’s going to alright, he’s a strong man, he was a fighter once too-”

“No no no no no no please no please no no no I can’t I can’t not anymore I’m gonna lose- lose everything all over and then me and double are gonna be alone and we can’t- I don’t I can’t say goodbye and mean it not if it means forever and ever no-”

Perceptor had spirited away, coming back with the handheld and connecting it to the minicomm with no words and his scars underlit by the tiny screen.

“Per- Percy how can you just be CALM how dare you NOT EVEN FUCKING REACT HE’S-”

And then the sniper’s hands were cupping Brainstorm’s face, stroking thumbs over the inkwork lines as his voice sounded in softness.

“Ssssssh, honeybee. Calm your thunder, hurricane.”, he soothed, “I will bring him home, do you understand me? Focus on my hands, now- The tracker is uploading and will integrate upon completion- and then I and my double will go out there and we will bring them home, to you, and no one and nothing will be lost.”

“But HOW-”

“He shares your DNA- or, more accurately... you share his. If you can be tracked, so can he.”

Brainstorm paused.

“Now- go to your double. Tell him what we know. Tell him what I have said. Give him and Aid my love, and my double’s. I’ll be back by teatime.”

“Y-You fucking... prep school boy.”, said Brainstorm through the tears he hadn’t realized had fallen and clogged  his throat and soul, “It’s n-nearly dinner. Dork.”

“Same difference. I’ll be back in a tick, love.”

The handheld pinged loudly, chirruping as it began its trace and Perceptor looked to his double with a nod.

Aurora watched her boy- her boys, gather each rifle case as they passed by to the door before she stopped them. She reached out; her arms thin and tired and her eyes crinkled at the edges and pulled them both into a hug made of steel and cotton linen as she kissed each of their temples.

“You both better come back home to me, do you understand me?”, she whispered, “If anyone touches a hair on your, or their, heads I swear I’ll go off my rocker for the last time, dammit.”

“We know Mumma.”, chuckled Percy, “But to come home we must away first. We’ll see you soon.”

Nana crept up behind Aurora, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder as they watched the pair go down the front steps and jog to the near-graveyard of vehicles being modified by Ironhide.

The rumble of an engine was loud- even as it drifted away.

Lock watched from the old peach tree in the yard. Both the Ratchet’s watched from the reinforced barn as the younger family members bustled back and forth from weapons stockpile to gear and back again.

Perceptor floored it as soon as they left the edge of the property- his double crossing his legs primly and worrying his lips with fangs before Perceptor looked to him.

“...So. What aren’t you telling us.”

“Their mother won’t be part of the network- it’s not a true infection, just microdosing a protective excretion so-”

“You’re dodging.”

“Stormy is showing signs of torture.”, murmured the vampiric double, “A specific kind of torture- no, not really torture thought it feels like it.”

“Continue.”

“Have I ever told you why my mother wasn’t exactly present?”

“I assumed it was much like your Ratchet- an attack by your zealot false god.”

“She tried to kill me to win a weapons contract bid.”

The air grew still as Perceptor’s eye flicked to glance at his double before focusing back on the road.

“I was still in regular contact with her- through everything.”, continued Percy, “And she was the first one I told about. About the infection. and she said she just wanted to check me over. Make sure I was alright.”

“...She lied, didn’t she.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“She did. One minute I’m having a cup of coffee with my mother as she fixes my hair, the next minute I’m strapped up in some hellish machine. It took two weeks- two weeks to get the strength to do what I needed to, and in that time she’d already been selling scraps and bundles of her research to the highest bidder- and there is only one man who would have been able to get every last scrap of it after she was gone.”

“Your Optimus?”

“Prowl.”

The name sat in the air, turning it toxic and rancid like a miasma and the only sound was the handheld’s chime. The sun was setting- the darkness tucking around them as the fields gave way to thickets and finally full woods full of death and life and secrets unknowable and whispered only by the owls and rock doves.

Suddenly, the tracker went berserk. The location pinged a thousand different directions and sudden gunfire began to sound- the flashes disorienting and forcing Perceptor to swerve hard enough to topple the modified truck he steered. They slid- the bottom of the vehicle slamming an old tree trunk and bending at the joint between cab and bed.

Both snipers had braced- keeping their good eye shut and staying silent until the gunfire stopped.

“Turrets.”

“Oh absolutely, precious. You want them, or should I take them?”

“I think you’d do well on the ground double-”, gritted Perceptor as he forced the seatbelt latch to release with a hard yank, “How long has it been since you’ve had brunch with the devil?”

“Oh ages, darling.”, giggled Percy, swallowing hard before he stretched his jaw to show fangs like a spider’s, “Abso-fucking-lutely AGES...”

“I’ll be your cover, let’s book it.”

Perceptor slithered out on his belly, reaching back in to grab his rifle case and giving his double a nod before he crawled into the ditch they had skidded to a stop next to. And with a mad cackle and pistols in hand, Percy rocketed out of the wreckage and unleashed his assault.

It was a squad of fifteen- he could smell their infestation, smell its inferiority, how it had starved so desperately and barely held them up on their feet.

Fangs bared and jawbone clicking as his false mandible spread just a little he fell upon them with gunfire and voracious hunger- they scattered near immediately and screamed their anguish when they were shot down from the shadows but never fatally.

How merciful it would be, for the hidden gunner to allow them to die with dignity and limbs still attached.

Perceptor looked away whenever his double fell upon a new victim, instead focusing his reticule on knees and the middle of spines- chuckling to himself at the ones that wore thicker belts like that could save their skin from a disabling shot between the vertebrae. The remaining victims, all four of them, surrounded what they had been protecting- a downed transport shuttle, looked civilian by make and model but showed the signs of attempts to break into it. It looked as though the engine had been shoot own and it had gone down hard enough to bury the nose a few feet into the ground.

They raised their weapons- Percy stood tall and wild with eyes like a baphomet statue and pistols aimed as Perceptor slunk free of his hiding spot like Eden’s serpent crawling free from his guise to reveal the devil himself.

“Stand down. This is your only chance to survive.”, he said, his voice like ice.

“For a gentle use of the word SURVIVE, darlings.”, laughed Percy, his head tilting as he licked a thick smear of gore from his own chin.

They both saw as the remaining one braced as though about to fire, and they struck.

It was over in moments. Perceptor scoffed in disappointment.

“This is the best your false god has, then?”

“Numbers have been down for quite some time, double-dear. Happens when your leader kills all dissenters but counts yawning as dissention.”

The crack of a wrist being snapped hard enough for skin to tear, and Perceptor grimaced- knowing his double was no doubt draining the body while it was still warm.

“Hurry up, would you- We need to bust into this shuttle.”

“Yesh, yesh-  Wumoment.”

“You really are the foulest little house spider sometimes.”

“Oh, like there’s nothing you swallow sloppily in this world, right.”

“SHUT IT.”, snapped Perceptor, trying not to snicker at the lewd humor before he stepped over the dead to inspect the door before it thudded.

It groaned before haphazardly sliding open and a soft hand held the edge tightly. Crips eyes, eyes like Brainstorm’s when furious but the wrong color, stared back out.

“...Madame, I am here to save Xaaron and one other. I am Perceptor.”, he said gently, kneeling down.

“Ah, his sniper in law.”, she said, her vice carrying the husk of grand speeches and heavy woe, “He’s taken a hit to the head when he was trying to lock down the shuttle against those. Things. They pulled up in some kind of weird tank I think, pretty sure they shot us down.”

Percy raised his eyebrows, threading his fingers together, “Fabulous sweetheart- could you do me a teensy favor and perhaps tell me where they no doubt illegally parked? They managed to wreck our ride as well.”

Her hand released the door edge, and pointed to an overgrowth of kudzu-like leafy vines a bit farther from the side of the road. Both snipers nodded at each other before Perceptor heard a grunt and a low groan from inside the shuttle.

“Sir!”

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Brainstorm sat next to Stormy- who’s face was pale as the rising dawn outside the window- and sighed.

“...Dad left Kimia before it got. Got raided. By the other side.”, he said quietly, “...He lied about the physical, got our blood and-”

“I know.”, rasped the industrialist, leaning gently back, “I know how physicals work, and he had a terrible firewall protecting his internal memorandums.”

“Thanks for keeping me in the loop, dude.”

“The ends justified the means.”, was the woozy reply, “We’d... We’d have mom.”

“Yeah, well. Turns out- the funky fresh backpacker in your flesh pajamas? It can be traced.”

Stormy’s head whipped around to look at Brainstorm faster than a lightning strike, “What?!”

“Yeah. Yeah- he developed a DNA trace through it. We’ll be able to find Stardust, and where those pieces of shit are hiding. Hit them with a surprise assault I’d imagine.”, said Brainstorm softly, running his shaking hands through his white hair, “A-And that’s good, great even but-”

“...But what, copycat?”

“...Xaaron went out, alone, to get Mom.”, he whispered, “He left a message, he told me everything- and he said he loved us, and he said he’d try and bring her home but if. If he didn’t. For us t-to know th-that. That-”

Brainstorm froze at the warmth. He blinked eyes already overflowing with tears again as arms encased in elbow length reinforced gloves went around his shoulders in a tight hug.

“He’ll be back.”, said Stormy, trying desperately to be sure and knowing he was failing, “He has to be, remember? He. He promised he’d be there at Christmas for Stardust th-this year.”

Wet warmth on Brainstorm’s shoulder and he bit his lip to silence the sobs that wanted to sound and returned the embrace. They cried in silence, as the sun rose behind a screen of overcast and they rocked back and forth- twins curled in utero, comforting themselves with old heartbeats they still can’t recognize.

The rumble cut through the morning like a knife- they both looked out and saw the heavy machine trundling like an oncoming thunderhead up the dirt road and they looked at each other in sudden panic. In rage.

They tore out, followed by most of the family as they all feared the worst as it drew ever closer and closer before suddenly its massive engine cut off in a loud stall.

“Damn thing is held together with fucking DUCT TAPE AND PRAYERS GODDAMIT-”

“Honestly, doublemine- your language is ATROCIOUS-”

“It’s HONEST you incessant TWAT.”

“Relax, professor Bitch.”

“Young men.”

“Apologies.”

“Sorry about that, Mister Judge.”

The conversation echoing from behind tinted windows faded. The massive vehicle’s back end unfolded itself open- and a collection of slow steps sounded and gentle hushed words as those footsteps hit the autumn grass in a steady rhythm. 

Xaaron squinted at the daylight, a butterfly bandage over a bright wound over his eye while the other was ringed in a bruise as Perceptor and his double led him and the weight he carried into the chilled air.

He blinked, sore from injury and guilt before he turned enough to see Brainstorm and Stormy- his smile was tired and proud and he straightened a back that both the snipers knew ached from the shuttle crash before they fell back, letting Xaaron take his final steps alone.

“Hello, my sons.”, he said- the rumble of his voice heavy as the weight he finally could unhook from the hinges of his heart, “I am. Home. I am home, and... And so is she.”

She raises her head just enough; worn out from the ordeal she had just survived, she waves weakly and smiles crooked in the way Brainstorm always had before she laughs softly and gestures with her thin hands.

“My boys- My boys, come here. Come here and give me a hug- I’ve just had the worst time of things.”

Xaaron lets her gently alight on still socked feet, her robe wrapped near perfectly around her thanks to Percy’s ministrations during the ride over and she opens her arms wide.

Brainstorm and Stormy try to stand straight, and dignified-

“Once you get some time with your mum,”, said Percy as he skirted around the rescued woman, “Then we’ll get started on bringing her granddaughter home.”

“Granddaughter?”, she gasps, glancing over her shoulder at Xaaron.

“Yes, her name is Stardust.”

Brainstorm and Stormy are still trembling, blinking owlishly in the morning light before Nana calls out.

“Oi now! Bring that lady on inside dammit- y’all gonna free- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, I KNOW YOU!”

The woman looks up, “Ah. Madame Doctor Valerian. Delightful.”

“Senator Caecias, truly I’m charmed. Ain’t you banned from these parts.”

“Well, with the world ending, my sons being here and me not having much CHOICE-”

“Yeah, yeah. Boys, bring your mama on in, I’ll see if Aurora has anythin’ she can wear. Both’f them are tiny as hell anyway...”

It was hearing Nana call Caesias their mother that broke them. Both of them surged forward and flung themselves onto her willowy frame with broken sobs shattering free from birdbone ribcages and she laughed though her tears had begun when she felt their arms wrap around her.

She held their heads to her chest, shushing their cries even as all three sank down to kneel in dewy grass.

Inside the assault vehicle that had been liberated- the handheld flared to life briefly and chimed out.

Somewhere, away from the reunion- Stardust had closed her golden eyes as a CR chamber’s door clicked shut; and the tracker so far away from her chimed as she opened them once again; and they were underlit in vicious and voracious crimson.

[soupedepates]

"You're so old now, Mnemo, how come you never ensured your legacy?" the young red shirt-wearing Contrevent asked. "They will put their hands on our machine." "They can't", the elder smiled while closing their eyes. "Everything I've ever written down has burnt two days ago in a 'criminal' fire. I'm taking it to the grave."

Contrevent sighed while crouching upon his older self; well Mnemo Emaré wasn't completely himself, they were too mischievous (that's saying something, considering how much of a jokester Contrevent was) and more spiritual, more in touch with a lot of things and more infatuated with (now here late) Aïon Sibylle, but Mnemo Emaré was the Mnemodoxe Contrevent of this timeline.

"You're a dick slowing research for centuries", he said quite amused. "You don't know how much you're right. Technology and science are killing the space-time continuum. And, of course, our very own planet, our very own people," they giggled. "And I couldn't take my dirt nap without pulling one last prank. Have you seen it? It's glorious." "I can't access your timeline much you know, you must have locked it." Contrevent sat and crossed his arms. "I am giving half of our aunt's money to the Academy, half to the Army School. They'll have to stage heist against each other to get the chance to have my skull. That would prevent them from doing stupid things like we did", they snorted. "You're perhaps the least cooperative me I've ever encountered." "I accept to talk to you, that's a lot." "You bastard." "You time-wrecker."

They laughed together for a minute or so, before Mnemo landed their hand to Contrevent.

"Now that I am older than every others versions of us, I can see how arrogant we were by creating the machine." "I am intending to live a century at least", Contrevent said. "I know you're too infatuated with the idea of influencing other timelines not to stay for ever in your thirties. You know you'd go back in time again and again rather than accept the natural course of things." The old Mnemo opened their eyes again. "You look 35, but you've been living for longer, I bet." "I spent at least sixty years just... travelling", he admitted. "I was... I am still looking for a timeline where neither Perla nor the kids get the disease that takes them in my original timeline." "You have to accept death."

He stayed quiet.

"I have", Mnemo murmured. "Here's the main difference between you and I. I am at peace with everything happening all at once, with the whole continuum being but a point on the plan, with my reality and the others. You're not. You will never be."

Mnemo patted the head of young Contrevent.

"One day you'll realise that time-travelling never brought anything good to us, and to the world." "I..." "The first time I met you, seconds ago for you, decades for me, I knew you were the harbinger of our doom. Mere mortals like us shouldn't be left with such a power... No, don't cry, shhh, don't cry my dear... You couldn't have known."

[blackwldcw]

@mnemoiisms asked: Smash or pass

"Hmmph, well, considering your precious mnemo-technology doesn't work on organic brains... I'd be inclined. If only to live up to my name. Black widow spiders can kiss you as well as kill you, you know." Is this their way of flirting? It's difficult to tell.

[therealmnemo]

I can’t believe I’ve never written an actual Kanders fic before but now I’m determined to finish one by Sunday

\O/ I’m pumped! tell me about it *chin hands*

[mnemomatrix]

This is what i meant when i said "now that i've found you", hi :]

Oh no I’ve been located by the M a r i o. My days are numbered!

Anyway hi, love! Welcome to the hell zone!

[reiney-weather]

I don’t know if the ask just got buried or if Tumblr ate it but... nope! Not Nony! -Songbird

i thiink tumblr ate it (sorry!) 

hmm... eli? 

[chrometheraptor]

for your ocs - there was a post going around a while ago sort of like this and i really liked the direction it took my thoughts i have for my own ocs, so I'll ask you:

what's one word that they'd hate being described as the most? (like dumb, lazy, etc.) doesn't matter if it's true or not (or if or if not they think it's true) just how much they fear being that way

OHHH yeah I had seen that post!! Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about my thoughts for it <333333333

okay so diverging a bit from just the one word thing and just making it what they don’t want to be described or seen as

WISH

She would hate being called a villain or evil or anything like that. Yes she killed any mages, but can’t you see that it was necessary? That was too much power for anybody, the ruins of her home are proof of that. Can’t you see that she was stopping that from happening to anybody else? What she did was a good thing

For the same reasons, she would also hate being called selfish or egotistical

Being called powerless or useless or ordinary. Her whole life has been dictated by her soul producing magic. She has always been meant to protect her home, it’s how she got her name, it’s what she was raised to do. She is special. She is special and she failed. She can’t let it happen again. She can’t.

MOSS

He actually is similar to Wish, though it’s for different reasons.

He doesn’t want to be seen as a bad person. He’s not. He’s not Wish. In so many telling of the myths about them, he’s just her stupid worshipper that stood to the side while she killed people. Helped her, in some. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. Right?

[mxgy-dp]

bitch</3</3</3 - beetle>:)

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There. Now you can’t bother me anymore. Go talk to the AI’s, why don’t you.

[marvelbingo]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but as I was posting my fourth bingo fill I realized that the third one hasn't been reblogued? It's from end of June so I thought it wasn't too early to ask about it?

Hi! Sorry about that! We must have missed your third fill somehow. Thanks for bringing it to our attention. We just reblogged it, and we’ll add your 4th one to the queue.Thanks again!

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #47 — Cyclonus Cries Alone in His Room Because He Wants to Hold Hands With Tailgate

Oh wow, a literal love triangle! I’m certain this will resolve in a way that’s satisfying for all parties involved, without any underhanded bullshit whatsoever!

The funny thing is, we don’t really know all that much about Getaway. We know he’s cold constructed, that he used to work for Prowl and alongside Skids, that he’s got an interest in Tailgate that he expresses in… dubious fashion, and that he’s got an unfortunate habit of standing in lighting that makes him look like a murderer.

But who is Getaway, really? What made him the man he is today?

Well, you see, it all started the day he was born.

Getaway of the Corcapsia Incursion is an MTO, who had his frozen spark ripped out of a cooler and stuffed into the lifeless husk that would become his body a few minutes before he got tossed out of the plane that was his birthplace. He didn’t want to fight, or do any of the shit he’d been told to do, so he high-tailed it out of there.

I suppose this is certainly a topic of discussion for a date. If you wanted the date to suck, anyhow.

Getaway and Tailgate are once again hanging out and drinking, because apparently they can’t have fun without being inebriated and talking trash about people who aren’t there to defend themselves. This little moment of vulnerability was in the middle of Getaway teaching Tailgate to speak chirolinguistics, because Tailgate is “disarming” and “easy to talk to” and “so much nicer and sweeter than his shitty roommate Cyclonus, who totally eats babies and no that’s not a euphemism”. Tailgate’s a little weirded out by the random diversion in conversation, but lets it go, since he is getting free sign language lessons out of this deal.

Tailgate tells Getaway about how Cyclonus held his hand and sang to him while he was dying, which reminds him how he never got those Old Cybertronian lessons from the big purple space jet. Getaway doesn’t seem to enjoy being compared to Cyclonus, or perhaps even the mention of him at all.

Then things get a little disjointed, as Getaway is revealed to have Nautica’s wrench, which he uses to uncover a hiding Ravage— except Ravage isn’t hiding, because this is a public venue and he’s a fucking adult who can drink if he wants to. Getaway asks Tailgate to come with him, so he can give him something. Most of these panels have the backgrounds blacked out. I’m sure it’s fine, and not symbolic of some shitfuckery going on.

Over in habitation suite 14, Cyclonus wakes up from his nap to find that Tailgate isn’t there. It is presumably late in the evening, though I’m guessing at this, since space is dark no matter what. Cyclonus heads over to Swerve’s, where he catches the grave sin of PDA.

Yeah, I know, you wanna hold hands too, you emotionally-constipated sap.

Cyclonus sits down at the bar, where Swerve seems to know exactly what’s on his mind. Letting Cyclonus know that Tailgate’s with another man, our barkeep gives him a free drink to nurse his wounds with. Cyclonus takes a shot, then goes to do something that appears to make him nervous.

Over in Getaway’s room, it would appear that Tailgate’s gift was a pair of clip-on mnemo-needles. Tailgate, while not wanting to seem ungrateful, is utterly baffled as to why Getaway would think he wanted surgical equipment, not even remembering the conversation they had about how cool Chromedome’s needles are. But I’m sure that’s fine, and certainly not something to worry about.

Getaway’s gift comes with strings attached, however, as the man stumbles through asking Tailgate a very important question. See, in order to become Conjunx Endura, you have to go through the Conjunx Ritus, which is broken down into four parts, which take place in a location that holds fond memories for all parties involved:

The Act of Intimacy — usually physical contact. Yes, getting your dick wet probably counts.

The Act of Disclosure — the initiator of the ritual reveals a secret or deeply personal information, which doesn’t exactly make them look good, showing trust in all other involved parties.

The Act of Profference — a present. Pretty straight-forward, despite the fancy name.

The Act of Devotion — I’ll let Getaway explain this one.

So where exactly does the consent come into the ritual, Getaway? Because it sort of seems like you’ve sprung a massive life change on Tailgate without any sort of input from him! Hell, you literally just told him what the ritual is! You two haven’t even lived together you absolute goon.

Tailgate, who seems to be feeling a lot of pressure to say “yes” to all this immediately, asks what exactly Getaway wants him to do.

While this sketchy shit is going down, we see where Cyclonus has gotten to. He knocks on a door, and is greeted by Whirl and a gun. Whirl lets him in, showing off his surprisingly nice room and collection of alarm clocks. When Cyclonus asks why he’s got roughly 300 clocks, Whirl tells him to fuck off and get to the point.

Cyclonus takes a seat and admits that he misses spending time with Tailgate. Well, “admits” in his own, Cyclonus-y way. He worries that Getaway is eating up all of Tailgate’s time, and also treating him in ways that maybe aren’t very good for him. Which he would be correct about, but it’s not like Cyclonus would ever stoop so low as to actually voice his concerns to Tailgate himself. That would be too close to admitting that he’s got feelings that can be hurt.

Whirl lets Cyclonus finish before laughing in his face at his audacity to think that Tailgate gives a shit about him or owes him any of his time, just because they share a room and did a spark transfusion. Which while harsh, is true. Cyclonus sort of talks around the real point of the matter, going so far as to say he cares about Tailgate, which for Cyclonus is equivalent to saying he’s madly in love and can’t live without him. But again, Tailgate doesn’t actually owe Cyclonus anything, especially since Cyclonus has refused to voice any actual concern about their relationship status, or Getaway’s whole deal.

That, and Getaway’s apparently hot. I don’t see it, but maybe Tailgate does. He’s allowed to want to fool around with a hot guy.

Cyclonus seems to have gotten what he came for, and decides to leave, thanking Whirl as he does. When Whirl asks why the hell he’s being thanked, or why Cyclonus sought him out in the first place, Cyclonus tells him that Whirl was the only one he trusted to give him the truth and not coddle him. With that, he leaves, leaving Whirl to think. Whirl, who has never had a positive relationship with anyone for more than two minutes without it all going to shit, is starting to feel something for Cyclonus.

The feeling is friendship. And maybe a little pity.

As such, he holds a meeting with his co-conspirators.

Oh, this can only mean good things, surely!

Whirl thinks that using Tailgate as a weapon is a bad idea, and Atomizer blames this whole situation on Whirl not dying at the hands of Megatron back in issue #28. So that confirms that Whirl didn’t steal that bow, but was rather loaned it for the purposes of suicide for the greater good. How does Getaway feel about Whirl’s sudden change of heart?

Well, considering he’s been literally grooming Tailgate for the role of sacrificial lamb, so they could get Megatron sent back to Cybertron/killed, I’d say his opinion doesn’t really matter all that much.

Yes, the entire relationship has been a farce, meant to get Tailgate to do whatever Getaway needs him to do.

We get a flashback to complete their conversation from earlier, where Getaway explained that Tailgate’s mnemo-needles would inject Megatron with an “anti-villain” virus, removing his bad thoughts and keeping him from ever returning to his evil ways! Wow! How convenient!

When Tailgate didn’t seem totally on-board with this plan, Getaway laid it on thick, appealing to Tailgate’s desire to protect the people he cares about. He also gave Tailgate the wrench to detect Ravage with, for the sake of protection. Tailgate is (quite reasonably) terrified by the idea of going to defile a former warlord’s brain all by himself, but Getaway understands! And if Tailgate is too much of a crybaby bitch to keep everyone he’s ever loved from being murdered, that fine! They just won’t get space married. Oh, but wouldn’t this stunt be just the thing to finally earn Cyclonus’s approval, at long, long last?

That last point is what finally cinches it for Tailgate, as Getaway knew it would. Given what he’s about to put Tailgate through, I hope it burns him up all even after all that work, he had to lean on Tailgate’s desire for Cyclonus to be proud of him than any love he might hold for Getaway himself.

Getaway explains to Whirl that the Ravage-detector on the wrench has been disabled, and Tailgate being beat to death by Megatron in a needle-induced panic will be a small price to pay for a genocidal maniac to finally be brought to justice. Atomizer stands in the foreground wearing some highly fashionable ominous shadows on his gun-toting arm. Whirl messes with his clocks while they converse, as if he knows what’s about to happen to him. Atomizer blasts him in the back of the head with the nudge gun while Getaway makes a bad joke, and the two leave Whirl on the floor to pass out.

Whirl, however, is much smarter than most give him credit for, and prior to succumbing to memory erasure, he pops on his holoform program, bouncing his avatar around the ship until he reaches the one guy who can and will go absolutely berserk to keep Tailgate safe.

With only a moment before she fades out of existence, Cyclonus gets the idea that something’s wrong and bolts for Whirl’s room. He passes by Getaway and Atomizer as he does, and Getaway has the gall to be cheeky about it. When he gets to Whirl’s room, Cyclonus finds the guy on the floor with a killer headache, and roughly twenty clocks that all read the same, incorrect time— 1:13.

Tailgate enters Megatron’s room at this point, not seeing Ravage on the floor by the recharge slab. Cyclonus sprints down, sword in hand, as Megatron is woken by Ravage and panics when he finds a guy with needles trying to poke him in the brain. Cyclonus rushes in before too much murder can happen, however, javelin-tossing his sword into Megatron’s chest and spin kicking Ravage into oblivion, before beating Megatron into unconsciousness with a flat screen television.

When will YOUR man do this much for you and look good doing it?

Tailgate takes Cyclonus’s hand and they book it from the scene of the crime. As they do, Tailgate realizes that Getaway’s gift and the anti-villain virus were both bullshit. However, we can’t fix the past, so now Cyclonus is taking them to the shuttles to run away from their problems, which is sad, because this is their home. As they’re running down the hall, the alarms sound, and Tailgate realizes something about his and Cyclonus’s relationship.

Tailgate, I know this is very poignant and sweet, but, again, marriage is a mutually agreed-upon decision, that happens after you two can actually have conversations about feelings that don’t require one of you dying.

The pair reach the shuttle bay, but Cyclonus is given a warning shot in the back by the security team, one of which has a machine gun. Typical wannabe cops. Cyclonus reaches for his sword, and this is all it takes for the entire team to fire on him, as well as Tailgate. Hey fuckers, swords are waaaaaay slower than gunfire!

Cyclonus scoops Tailgate up to his chest to protect him from the guns, his back getting blasted to pieces as he does. He tells Tailgate goodbye, then falls to the ground, presumably dead. The security team ceases fire, giving Tailgate time to cry over his dead not-boyfriend. Then this happens.

Just a typical Friday night in the sad, gay space comic.

[polyhexian]

The tailgate plan was really stupid. Why the fuck did they think that would work. They spent MONTHS grooming tailgate for this. What if tailgate had just not believed clip on mnemo needles were real? What if he literally told any person what he was doing before he did it. And literally... Even if everything went perfectly and Megatron killed tailgate the entire goal was that now that Megatron had murdered poor widdle tailgate the security team could put him down. What? I thought part of the problem was that the security team literally could not put him down. Like. It's MEGATRON. I get you guys need a justification. But you ALREADY asked around about mutiny and you know a majority of ppl on the ship ARE in favour of mutiny to kill Megatron. Why do all this shit with tailgate? Why not just pick a time and go mob justice on his ass? WHY are we doing ANY of this shit. Getaway was wrong but only because he's a dumb bitch and his plan sucked. Let me on the team my plan is you don't fuck around for months grooming that rando for no reason, my plan is we meet with the boys and on Saturday 150 of us march the fuck down there and beat him to death