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[sideswipesjetpack]

Skybound P2

[weirdoinred]

I mean I know a fic with Soundwave angst and faction switching if you want it 👀. He also fist fights Megs a time or two.

Check out 'New Light' by Pancake_Hat on AO3. It's pretty long but finished.

Ive read pretty much every Soundwave redemption fic on ao3, the few that are there and New Light is one of my favorites

ive reread that fic like 8 times and im tempted to reread it again

[muletia]

nah cuz u got me HOOKED with ur obsessed optimus fic I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH

like AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pls do not think about how not only this man litteraly fighting himself to not clingy mess to you 24/7 or how fucking protective he would be to you.........primus help to anyone who dares to make u sad cuz he will be so FUCKING PISSED he will be staring at them down with the scariest glare omlllllllllllll

OH OHHHHHH WAIT WAIT do u know that video of the pitbull waging his tail cuz his cat friend grooming him? that's him, thats optimus.

ur honor he's a fucking simp 😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAA thank you so much <333 i am so happy that you guys like this au

and you are right, optimus is fighting his demons on a daily basis to keep himself from scooping you up in his servo and holding you close to his spark or maybe setting you on his shoulder, preferably as close to the sensitive cables as possible ;)) one time, out of curiosity, you brushed your hand against his leg — maybe to get his attention, maybe just to see if he’d even react (or maybe to tease him) — bro almost melted.

he’d be overprotective, 101%. even his own team doesn’t get a pass. was ratchet rude to you? threw a gruff remark at you even though you didn’t provoke him? optimus’ icy gaze reaches him from the other side of the base. and ratchet is fucking sweating, because he’s never seen optimus so pissed. suddenly all the autobots are being unusually nice to you.

and if, by some miracle, you get hurt? god have mercy on the bot who did it. let’s say you were out together on a drive/patrol/optimus was picking something up for the base. a lone vehicon attacked, and one of his blaster shots grazed you. optimus goes feral, literally shifts into bayverse optimus for a moment lmao. afterward, he’d apologize profusely that you had to witness it, but something snapped in him when he saw you injured. he was on autopilot, like his processor just shut down. after this incident, he’d be cautious with you, checking if you’re scared of him or if you’re disgusted by him. spoiler: you’re not.

and that video is so obsessed!optimus coded omg. it’s totally your dynamic.

[signanothername]

Ough, I'm wondering I know I know we should try and figure out ourselves BUT im wondering. Are you soul colors you use for color's flame in your comic hold any significance? I'm not sure if I'm just... overanalyzing things. Especially since there's a shift to a rainbow to more solid soul color switches from the first few panels to the other ones. Thanks!

Nah I’m actually glad you asked cause I actually love when people analyze the shit outta my comics, it makes me so happy cause i actually love to put all sorts of details in them gdgdgdgdh

I was even planning on replying to your tags cause they were so good dhdhhdh but i might as well use your ask to do so

And in fact, Color’s soul colors do hold a very big significance! I specifically chose the color depending on how Color is feeling or depending on the situation that’s happening ( this is far from what’s actually canon for Color, as the shape of the flame is actually what gives hints about his emotions in canon, so take the colors changing as simply a headcanon i love jdhdhdhhd)

Color starts with a rainbow cause he’s on a hike, he’s feeling all sorts of emotions (I headcanon that Color loves hiking) but it also represents that Color isn’t feeling one emotion strongly over others

Then when he sees Nightmare, the colors turn to a solid color one at a time, but if you look closely you realize the colors i chose are specific to the situation

Here’s an example

When color talks about whether Killer wanted “payback” I specifically chose yellow cause it’s the justice soul in Color, then it changes to blue when Color tells Killer that he loves him more, and blue is for integrity, then it turns to orange when he tells Nightmare about Killer’s message to him cause it requires bravery to say such things to the likes of Nightmare, and so on the colors keep changing to suit the situation throughout the comic >:)

And allow me to reply to your tags here (they’re so good i love them sm dhhdhdhhd)

And thank you for liking his design shdhhzh i just really wanted to draw him with a different outfit, especially since he’s on a hike, a lil adventure if you will, so i wanted to have him be pretty <33333

And as for the clasp it was honestly unintentional hdhzhsh but now that you mention it I definitely need to have Color wear all sorta things that point to his besties, idk i feel like Color would be the type to do that a lot dhhxhxhxh

And i’m glad you called Nightmare pathetic actually cause that’s what i was aiming for, Nightmare is feeling like a lil frightened kid again >:)

AND YESSSSSS like when i was making the comic, Color calling Killer to ask if it’s ok was so damn important to me, like Color is that kinda person y’know? He tries to take into consideration so many things before he acts, he thinks about things and keeps thinking and thinking, Color is emotionally intelligent and his consideration of everything is why i love to think Color gets burned out sometimes, that being said, Color would absolutely think about Killer first before he acts, and while he obviously wants to help Nightmare where he can (despite disliking Nightmare cause he’s selfless like that <333) his bestie comes first <3333333

AND THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THESE DETAILS EEEEEEEEEE

As for the big hand, YAS!!! It’s Canon! Color has 2 other weapons besides his blaster! It’s mentioned in Color’s official ref sheet! (Warning for flashing colors!) But the fandom doesn’t portray it often unfortunately (including me I’m guilty of that) that’s why I really wanted to include it in the comic! :D

And yessssss!! I aimed for Nightmare to look extremely exhausted by the end, I really wanted to show how enduring 500 years of cruelty did to him hdhdhhdhd

And yessss Color is that kinda person, he wants to help where he can, and I mentioned it in a convo with a friend here hdhdhdh

And actually thank you for connecting Color’s design to carebears i love them dhhdhzhhz (the design wasn’t inspired by them i just did it on a whim but i’m so glad it reminded you of carebears actually hdhshs)

[kybercrystals94]

CONGRATS ON 333 FOLLOWERS!! 🧡 Can I have something Tech-centric? Perhaps you can double it with a whumptober prompt because I was going to ask for something along those lines. Maybe try one of the alt. prompts… friendly fire? Survivors guilt? Dunno, but I know it will be awesome whatever it is :D

Thank you so much! 🥰

For you, a 333 word, Tech-Centric fic with the Whumptober Alt. Prompt “Survivor’s Guilt”…

[Slots still open for requests to celebrate 333 followers!! 🥳]

Gimmick

Read here on Ao3!

(Rated: T just to be safe)

Clone Force 99 did not work alongside regs often. It was better that way, for everyone involved really. While Hunter and Tech maintained a certain level of civility, Wrecker and Crosshair were less inclined to even try. They were entertained to see how far they could push before achieving a reaction. Which is frustrating to Tech, given that, even behaving himself, he inadvertently irks regs in his proximity.

Hunter gently tried to speculate that Tech’s predisposition to verbalize his mental processing was not well received.

Crosshair eloquently translated, “You’re kriffing annoying sometimes.”

This particular mission, Tech is delegated to work alongside another engineer. The reg is friendly enough, even going so far as to introduce himself by his chosen name.

“Name’s Gimmick,” he says, putting out a hand.

Not typically one to shake hands, it feels incredibly rude to refuse, so Tech clasps his hand briefly. “Tech.”

Gimmick nods. “Tech. I like it.”

“Your name means trick or ruse.”

Gimmick winks and thumps Tech on the shoulder, in a very Wrecker-like way. “It can also mean a tool or gadget.”

The two are hacking a mainframe at a Separatist outpost. The droids have been neutralized by the other members of the infiltrating unit. Tech explains his process as he works, and, to his gratification, Gimmick contributes his own insights conversationally.

Tech is mid-sentence when Gimmick moves, shoving Tech away from the control panel. Simultaneously a blaster shot sounds. Reacting intrinsically, Tech pulls his weapon and shoots the droid through the neck.

Tech turns to Gimmick. The clone isn’t moving, the hole in his backplate lethally located. Tech confirms the death, several times more than necessary. He calls it in.

Afterwards, he asks Hunter to cover the flight to their next post.

“Sure, Tech,” Hunter says.

Tech stays in the quiet cockpit, dark data pad in hand, not withdrawing to where Wrecker and Crosshair argue in the hold. Breaking the silence, Tech asks, “Why him, Hunter?”

But like Tech, Hunter doesn’t have an answer.

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[squidthesquidd]

AYO FAN CONTINUITY IM SO EXCITED

I love ratchet. Question, do the green optics have anything to do with SynthEn, or was ratchet born with it?

also, I'd love to hear about the world building of the fan continuity!!! How did the bots get to earth, and who else is there besides Ratchet, Arcee, and Optimus?

OMG HAIIII :3 aaaaand to answer the eye question: Optics in this universe can be just about any color! the only limitation is that light blue is autobot exclusive, and red is decepticon exclusive! Ratchets eyes aren’t green due to synthen, he’s just like that, BUT the green is a reference to that because i love tfp :333

aaaand so far the only bots ive actually drawn are optimus, elita, bumblebee, cliffjumper, megatron, arcee, blitzwing, prowl, aaand ratchet. but there are many others! so far ive planned for starscream, thundercracker, skywarp, sounwave and the cassettes, shockwave, wheeljack, tarantulas, the dinobots, jazz, ultra magnus, skyfire, ironhide, mirage, hound, trailbreaker, the reflector trio, sideswipe, astrotrain, knockout, breakdown, black arachnia, hot rod, cyclonus, tailgate, the constructicons, blurr, insecticons, blaster, aaaaand more if i come up with good ideas for them

the autobots got to the planet in a similar way to g1! but they weren’t in a 4 million hear coma lol. their ship crashed in nevada (cus tfp had the right idea ngl) and then they decided to bury it so it wouldn’t be discovered. the decepticons followed them in their own ship but lost track of them upon entering the atmosphere, so now they circle the earth (once again tfp style)

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

okay Soundster au idea I just had

So Soundwave has an outlier where he has really good hearing, right? So what if he gets overstimulated easily? I thought of a thing to do with that.

Soundwave gets overstimulated during battle and runs off to a cave somewhere to try and calm down, but he can still hear the battle and the yelling. Blaster notices Soundwave is gone, and finds him in the cave holding his audials with tears in his optics. Blaster quietly comes over and covers his audials too, and slowly helps him calm down.

Aww that’s too cute! That’s nice and sweet :333

[din-miller]

Heyoooo! I’m not sure if you take requests, or if this is where your supposed to ask, it’s my first time doing so :’)

BUT

If you do, I was wondering if you could maybe wright an angsty fic, could be platonic or romantic, idm, but after a mission the reader dies similar to how aunt may dies in Spider-Man. Like, everybody gets out alive after a mission, and they’re about to head back on the ship r somthin and then BOOM, the reader falls. They don’t know the are dying and everyone is panicking(or just one of TBB for bonus individual trauma) then after a few, they die. One minute TBB have it all, the next, their world shattered.

Ofc your free to change as much as you want up, and you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a prompt I’ve been thinking about. Personally its just been nagging me for a while and I love your writing, and would really love to see it done (we all love some heavy angst, no?)

Again, if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine, just thought I could ask <333

Hello dear, sorry this took so long.

Full disclosure, I’ve never seen Spider-Man. I watched a few videos on YouTube. Both for the movie and the video game not knowing which death of Aunt May you had in mind. Thankfully you provided enough details in the request which helped me hugely!

Thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me ❤️

(Ps. You didn’t mention if you wanted the reader to have a specific pronoun so I’ve chosen to use she/her as the readers pronouns)

Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

Pairing: The Bad Batch + f!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: Character death, blood mentioned, female reader, fun sibling dynamics THEN hurt with not a drop of comfort to be found, platonic relationships, use of mando’a (translation at the end)

Sometimes everything you hold dear to your heart, can slip out of your fingertips without out a cause, without a warning, without an explanation

“Remind me when we get back to Ord Mantell, to tell Sid that being hunted by an unknown animal was not in the job description.” Tech grumbled, re-gaining his balance after tripping over a root hidden in the soil.

You laughed, dodging another tree branch as you raced past him, “I wasn’t aware Sid was handing out job descriptions.”

“It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t, we’d be broke if she did,” Hunter pointed out, “If you haven’t noticed, her missions are getting more dangerous lately.”

“Oh, come on, they’re not all bad,” You flinched when the creatures let out a loud roar, “See, even they’re agreeing with me.”

Your commlink beeped, Crosshair’s voice coming through the speaker, “Take the next left, you should be able to lose them in the tall grass.”

“Lose them?” Echo smirked, enjoying this more than he probably should as he jumped over a fallen log, dodging the sharp claws trying to shred his prosthetic leg into pieces, “The fun’s just getting started!”

“You can say that again!” Wrecker cheered, running beside you; Omega balanced on his shoulders, shooting her bow in hopes that it’ll slow the animal chasing them down.

“Has anyone found their weak spot yet?”

Of course nothing is ever simple with the Batch. The creature's skin ricochet any blaster fire and for the first time in history, Wrecker didn’t pack any explosives. Something he’s still evidently mad about as he complained very loudly: “No need for explosives, Tech said. It’s a peaceful planet, Tech said.”

“It was peaceful until you decided to awaken the den, Wrecker.” Tech pointed out, dodging another pounce from the creature behind him, “This plan isn’t working.”

“Crosshair, I thought you said we’d lose them in the tall grass, not attract more!” Echo growled, annoyed as his prosthetics creaked loudly, “You’ll be in charge of oiling my prosthetics when we get back.”

You let out a snort, because that'll be a sight to behold. The others laughed when all Crosshair replied with was a sneer. With a fond roll of your eyes, you opened your comm link, “I have an idea.”

“If past experiences have proven anything, those words have never been followed by anything good.” Typically Tech response.

“You got a better idea?” You asked, a tad judgemental, “Just trust me, okay. Hunter, grab Omega and run. All of you, out of the grass.”

“Copy,” Echo turned to brothers, “Race you to the ship, last one takes first watch tonight.”

Hunter’s helmet is focused on you and you know underneath it he’s giving you a pleading look to not do anything stupid. You just waved him away in response.

“I’ll be right behind you.” You promised and drew your blaster. He sighed and took off with Omega at his side.

As promised, you followed. Albeit a little further behind them as you shoot at the ground again and again, the blaster shot hot enough for the dry grass to catch on fire, forming a wall of flames that prevent the creatures from continuing their attack. As the fire builds and they begin to retreat, you let out a breath of relief. Then, with a huge grin, you threw your hands in the air, ”Victory!”

“Parjir!” Wrecker cheered, high-fiving the youngest Batch. The kid giggled and gave a cheer herself.

Hunter shook his head at them, but you can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came, your name falling from his lips: “Behind you!”

Before you could turn around, your body is slammed to the ground. A vicious snarl came from right behind your ear and you winced at the loudness of it. You twisted your body and grabbed the blaster off of your belt. In the distance the boys are calling your name and without sparing a second thought you started firing into the creature's stomach, taking no pleasure in the pained screams it let out.

You laid your head back against the ground and tried your best not to gag at the smell and warmth of the blood seeping into your clothes. A second barely passed before a pair of hands pushed the animal off of you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” You answered, letting Tech help you up, “Thank you.”

“Next time please eliminate all threats before celebrating.”

“I’ll make sure to triple check my surroundings.” You promised, brushing off the dirt clinging to your pants.

“That would be suffice, thank you.” He said dryly and you chuckled in response, amused with his way of speech.

While Hunter started checking Omega over for any injuries, you pulled Wrecker toward you to do the same. The biggest clone willingly allowed you to poke and prod at various body parts and he doesn’t even complain when you checked a second time despite knowing that other than a bruise or two, he’s fine.

“Your turn,” Wrecker gestured for you to turn around, but before he could begin his check, Hunter called for everyone to grab their packs and start moving out. Wrecker clapped his hands together with a giant grin, “Finally! The heat is killing me! I guess I’ll check you over once we’re back on the Marauder.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” You patted Wrecker’s shoulder and followed him to where the others started preparing for the trip.

You begin the journey back to the ship at Wrecker’s side but the longer you walked, the slower your pace became and eventually you fell behind. The fire is still roaring behind you, the warmth of it faint against your back and despite having felt like you’ve travelled miles, you're not even halfway back to the ship yet.

Echo slowed down to match your pace, arm brushing against yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Echo. I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off, that's all.”

“Should I get Tech? He’ll probably have a stim shot.”

“No, there’s no need to bother him. I just need a sec-,” A sharp spasm rippled down your back, the force of it knocking you over, your legs giving out from underneath you.

Echo caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and you leaned into his embrace, head crashing onto his shoulder. Echo lowered both of you to the ground, “Help, we need help!”

Hunter dropped down beside you, helmet placed on the ground as his eyes scanned over your body, looking for injuries, but he can’t tell if the blood is yours or the creatures, “Echo, what happened?”

“I don’t know, we were talking and then she collapsed.”

“Collapsed?” Wrecker appeared beside Hunter, helmet also off, his brows knitted together, “Is she okay?”

You know what he’s thinking, it’s written across his face. He should have checked you over earlier and you know very well that thoughts like those never lead anywhere good, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay, Wrecker. I just need a second.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair huffed impatiently. He’s out of your line of sight but you know he’s scowling, “Get up.”

“We have time to let her catch her breath,” Hunter surveyed the burning grass. The fire is steady and far enough that it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a few seconds, “When we get back to the ship, Tech is going to check you over, okay?”

Tech eyed the flames with caution, “For once I find myself agreeing with Crosshair. We don’t know what other animals the noise and fire might draw. We shouldn't stay here. It’ll be best to let Wrecker carry her to the ship.”

“First cardio, now a full upper body workout! It’s shaping up to be a good day after all.” Wrecker joked, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety that lingered in his words as he waited for Hunter’s permission.

Hunter nodded and moved out of the way, “Thanks Wrecker.”

“I got ya, ner vod.” Wrecker scooped you up, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip, only before he could find one comfortable enough for the both of you, he froze, his hold on you loosening until you were set back down carefully.

“Wrecker?”

“I-, she’s…,” He stuttered, taking several steps away from you until his back collided with a tree behind him. His eyes desperately searched for his brother, “Tech, she’s… oh maker, please no.”

You frowned, confused at his sudden behaviour. Tech seemed equally confused but he must have seen something in Wrecker's expression that you hadn’t, because suddenly he’s digging through his pack, searching for something of importance judging by the urgency of his movements.

You turned back to Hunter, “What’s wrong? What’s Tech doing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure everything is fine.” Hunter reassured, returning to his previous place beside you. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingers deftly prodding at your side until they stopped at the bottom of your rib cage, then he’s applying pressure against your skin, cursing as he yelled for his brother to hurry.

Echo grabbed his pack, emptying the contents carelessly onto the ground before lifting your head up and placing the pack on the ground as a cushion for you, “Just relax, everything is okay, you’re okay.”

Tiny footsteps made their way to where you’re laying and Hunter held up his hand, stopping Omega from coming any closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her but his words are directed at his older brother, “Echo, take Omega to the ship.”

“No,” Omega fought the hand that grabbed her arm, shoving Echo back, “What's going on? Why aren’t we moving?”

She looked at you, anxiously awaiting an answer and you're quick to reassure the small girl, “Need a sec’, I prob’ly inhaled too much smoke.”

Realising that she isn’t going to go willingly to the Marauder, Hunter sighed, “Omega, go check on Wrecker. That’s an order, kid.”

Omega pressed her lips together and for a second you thought she was about to argue but instead she listened and went to check on Wrecker. The bigger clone’s sat on the ground, head between his legs, but he welcomed Omega into his arms when she hugged him in an attempt to calm him down.

Hunter cocked his head towards the two, “Echo, keep an eye on them.”

“Yes, sir,” Echo stood up and laid a hand on Hunter's shoulder, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Take care of her, vod.”

Tech took Echo's place, a scanner held over your body and he adjusted his goggles in the way he does when something isn’t looking good. The muscle in his jaw twitched before he turned the scanners screen to Hunter.

You tore your eyes away from them and tilted your head back to watch as the fire curled up into the dawn sky. Red and oranges mix with the pale pascals, and the stars, so bright from here, so familiar, blur with every breath you take. You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

“Don’t do that,” Crosshair hissed, “Keep your eyes open.”

You blinked them back open and you’re a little surprised to see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. When your eyes met his, the corner of his mouth turned up, “Good, keep your eyes on me.”

“Crosshair?” You leaned into his hand, seeking the comfort he’s providing despite his usual nature, “Why aren’t we movin’? Is someone hurt?”

“No, everything is okay,” Crosshair replied, but it’s through clenched teeth. Something he only does when he’s having to say something he doesn’t fully believe and/or agree with. He positioned himself criss-crossed above you and lifted your head, replacing Echo’s pack with his lap, “We’re just taking a break.”

Right, a break. A second to relax and catch your breath, that’s what you needed. You closed your eyes, even though you're pretty sure someone just told you not to, but there’s a heavy fog clouding your mind and you can’t remember who it was.

“I said to keep them open.” Crosshair, right, that’s who said it. The man who’s currently demanding you to look at him.

“Crosshair, keep her awake.”

You're able to open your eyes enough to watch as the sniper glared at Tech, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Hunter’s fingers threaded through yours, “You can’t fall asleep, cyar’ika, okay? Hey, look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.”

The fading sun is too bright and your vision struggles to focus but you listened to his words and for that he gave you the softest smile, “There you are.”

“Wrec’ ok’?”

“He’s okay. We’re all okay. You just take another second to relax and don’t worry about anything, we have you.” Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, “You have to tell her, Hunter. You have to let her say goodbye.”

You want to ask what he means. Who’s saying goodbye by who. You want to ask why he looks so sorrowful, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and your voice only comes out in weak gasps.

“Move,” Tech ordered Crosshair, taking his position to support your body up against his chest, helping the air fill your lungs, “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”

You tried to match Tech’s breathing, the strength in his inhale and the sturdiness in the exhale, but your lungs start to fail you as your breathing became weaker, your grip loosened but Hunter doesn’t let go. Not even when your eyes drift shut for the final time and your chest stills.

Hunter lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered a promise: “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“Hunter?”

“Kid-,” Crosshair reached out for Omega, not sure if he was trying to comfort and protect her or hell, maybe even himself, as she dropped to her knees beside your body. It took everything in him to not walk away, far from here, but she needs him. His brothers need him.

They all watched helplessly as Omega finally noticed the blood pooling around your body, “She's bleeding! Tech, why are you just sitting there?! Help her!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Omega. The wound was too deep, she was losing too much blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t believe that. There has to be something we can do!” She pressed her tiny hands against the wound while she begged through tears: “Wake up! Talk to me, say something, anything! Please, open your eyes!”

“Ad’ika, she’s gone,” Hunter swallowed around the lump in his throat, his lower lip quivered when he pulled the small clone into his arms, “She’s gone.”

Mando’a translation

Parjir. – Victory

Ner vod – My sister

Cyar’ika – darling/sweetheart

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum – Daily remembrance of those passed on *I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.*

Ad’ika – Little one

[jinxytsl]

(★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆Enlarge for better detail - there are about 30 characters/faces here!!!☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★)

FOR CONTEXT!!! I drew this insane picture as my milestone picture for 1,000 watchers (followers) on DeviantArt - and I only just realised I never posted it on Tumblr!!! So here it is XDDD

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!! (Lots more information under the cut ^^)

This picture holds a character from nearly every fandom I have ever been in or am still in (the only fandoms I can think of that aren't referenced here are LOTR and Harry Potter... I could be wrong though ;^^) But the ones that ARE included here, with their respective characters, are;

How To Train Your Dragon - Bewilderbeast Undertale - Sans, Frisk, Flowey, Gaster Blaster Deltarune - Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Spamton NEO, Lancer (and the cool box) Pokémon - Morelull, Litten Gravity Falls - Bill Cipher, Waddles Miraculous - Ladybug, Chat Noir Arcane - Jinx Jurassic World - Tauro (Or "Toro" according to the Wiki... but I refuse to spell it like that >:T) Star Wars - Captain Rex, Ahsoka, Omega, Loth Cat Marvel - Moon Knight (RANDOM BULLSH*T GO!!!) Steven Universe - Spinel, Steven, Lion Horizon - Aloy Avatar: The Lat Airbender - Appa

And of course, me and my kitty cat, T'Challa!!! (Written as Challie on the page on my desk there XD) (Also, the drawings on my desk are other milestone pictures I have drawn in the past!!!)

I wrote a whole essay about the development and details of this picture on the actual post on DeviantArt that I posted in May, so if you're actually interested in reading more about it you can read about it here!!! (Same link as above btw)

Hope u guys like it here too, tho <333

[sideswipesjetpack]

Happy Valentine’s Day transformers fans and or anyone else who scroll by this!! 💕💕

[fleeting-sanity]

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Thank you to @swtorramblings for beta-reading! <333

It was another simultaneous assault of the mind when she had barely recovered from Ord Mantell. She collapsed to the ground, her fall stopped by the tree behind her. The fear was similar to that of her early days of Nathema. Rio’s rejection slowly faded to the background, replaced by this devastating news. Correcting her breathing was an uphill battle.

Her body was strained but she had to keep running. A particular spot behind some large industrial containers seemed secluded enough. She had to stop her hands from shaking to dial Serrus who answered promptly with a haunted expression. From his point of view, it looked as if Vaylin was in a quake zone from the shivering. 

“My Lady… take your time. I’m all ears.”

“Get-get me. I’m in… Dantooine. Somewhere, I-I think I’m near a tram station? Hurry.”

The call abruptly ended, leaving Serrus with little information to act on. He refrained from calling back and instead immediately got to work; locking the ship he was living in, supplies for Vaylin, and a shuttle towards Dantooine. His mind couldn’t stop replaying the news broadcast earlier that day, wondering if there were people already hunting Vaylin down, but the concern mostly boiled down to those people dying by Vaylin’s hands instead. He swiped away all of the fog to concentrate as he stepped out of the shuttle to Dantooine’s farmlands.

He was hoping for a follow-up call from Vaylin while he began the search, worrying about what could have happened to warrant the silence. 

Luckily, it didn’t take long to find her after a few taxi stops. The colors of the containers matched those of what he saw in the holocall, and he carefully approached the scared woman. The sight of her reminded him of his late daughter, fortifying his resolve to help Vaylin in any way he could. “My Lady… I’m here.”

Her response was to slowly lift her head to meet Serrus’ eyes, hers being empty. It seemed like she had enough time to bury the anxiety temporarily to focus ahead. Serrus opened the bag he was carrying to hand over a robe for disguise. Soon after drinking the water he offered, they began moving. The journey was quite uneventful except for one incident.

An ambush by leftover pirates. Perhaps their hurried and unnatural movement attracted some unwanted attention. Being unable to use their sabers nor the Force against the pirates pointing their weapons at them was a predicament, but not one above the Zakuulan pair. Serrus moved quickly to close the gap between two pirates in front of him, then bashed their heads together–his larger size certainly was advantageous for the feat. The other two pirates did not manage to land a shot at Serrus as Vaylin kicked the Chagrian’s rifle away, causing him to fall onto his Ugnaught comrade nearby. She swung a few punches on the Chagrian’s head for good measure. The remaining Ugnaught pirate held his hands up as Serrus pointed a stolen pirate’s blaster at him.

Vaylin knocked the lights out of him too.

The pair then left the campsite using stolen pirates speeders, expediting their journey. She felt a pinch of relief once Serrus’ shuttle departed Dantooine, but the quietness caused her mind to replay the moments with that Jedi. Only pain and regret. What was worse was the minutes of bliss, a taste of life together before the mistake she made. Perhaps the dreadful revelation of her survival would have been manageable if Rio was still by her side at that time.

Serrus was concerned but apprehensive in his intention to talk to her. But both of their idleness was disrupted when Chonky greeted Vaylin by nuzzling her leg. She picked the gizka up and hugged him tight.

“My Lady, if I may speak…”

“Hm.”

The response was earned after a few seconds of silence, which further unnerved Serrus. He gulped down his nerves. 

“I think the safest course of action is to stay abroad while I make stops on planets for supplies. I will make sure we stay undetected.”

Was that truly the best for her? To run around, be hunted, and live in fear? To think that she was the one doing the hunting not too long ago. She kept quiet as her mind formed her own decision. One that would change her life and possibly regret later.

As for the mind of the Barsen’thor, it was utter chaos. Doubt started to cloud around his decision and earlier words. His body begged for comfort as his mind was thrown into a cyclone of emotions. His eyes landed on the warm stew, a manifestation of Vaylin’s affection towards him. Once the fog of confusion dispersed, came the regret. He wished to turn back time and perhaps handle the confession better. 

However, this wasn’t the first time for him. 

He had turned down a few hearts baring themselves out to him over the years. According to him, it was a perplexing case: he was just being a standard Jedi, but he came to the conclusion that the galaxy must have been starved of kindness and love to the point of misconstruing small acts of compassion. But pray tell, why did this one hurt? Why did he entertain those pining thoughts and hunger for the moments he would spend with her, just to break her heart?

A heavy sigh followed as he cleaned up the camp, resulting from worrying about her. He couldn’t give further chase due to his condition, and he was already out of the temple for too long. They must have been looking for him, and sure enough, not long into his walk back to the temple, he heard a voice calling from afar. The three guardians retrieved him as Vyria waited at the temple’s entrance, looking harrowed. She gave her brother a tight hug.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” asked Rio gently. 

“Well, a lot! Ugh, let’s sit this down… I need to unpack this without screwing up!” as the siblings sat on the temple bench, and the silver-maned Jedi took a few breaths in and out. “First. YOU. What the hell, bro? Why did you just saunter off like that? You’re… you’re doing that thing again!” 

“W-what thing?”

“You know it! But fine, I’ll spell it out. You’re doing the my-sister-isn’t-really-important-to-me again! You should have told me you’re ALIVE!”

“I’m–I’m sorry-”

“Yeah, you’re always sorry later. I just have to get used to it.”

“I promise to do better. I hate disappointing you…”

Vyria covered her face with her hands, while her knees supported her elbows. An exasperated sigh. “Look, we should be focusing on you. I get the feeling you’re still out of it. There’s a… uh… something else. But not now, Red’s on his way here.”

“What is it? Please tell me?”

“Listen, Spiky. I’m gonna be upfront. I want you to rest because of selfish reasons. If you rest, I can get rested too. Can we do that?”

Riornivo reluctantly agreed, retreating to one of the chambers to recuperate. Not long into his fruitless meditation, Rionnic appeared with the same look on his face as previously seen on Vyria. This must have been something big, and definitely associated with him. Perhaps his Emperor twin might be more open about sharing it?

“How’s your wound?” Rionnic asked half a second after closing the chamber door.

“Uhm… it’s gone.”

Rionnic raised an eyebrow to that. Perhaps his skepticism over his brother’s words was born out of the frequency of near-death experiences Riornivo had. He suddenly tugged open the Jedi’s inner robe, revealing his chest and confirming his brother’s words. “R-Red! I’m fine.”

“What did he do to you?”

“You fought him. You know what his powers are. That’s what he did to me. Completely harmless, I swear.”

His crimson-haired twin seemed satisfied with the explanation, taking a seat with a sigh. “Where is he now?”

“Gone. He won’t be anywhere, he’s back to hibernation. Trust me, we’re not into Dread Master business anymore,” attempted Riornivo in easing up the tense atmosphere. “Red, it’s my turn for questions now… Please tell me what’s going on.”

To which Rionnic deepened his eyebrow-raising expression, while his eyes condescendingly traveled up and down his twin. Unfortunately, he was not immune to his brother’s pleading eyes, being mere seconds away from revealing the information when his pager beeped. His eyes widened upon reading the message, immediately standing up. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m your twin, Red. I think we’re past confirming such things,” he said as he knelt down to Rionnic’s eye level, putting on his best pleading face. “The matter seems dire. Let me know so I can help…”

“I’m needed in Zakuul. Stay put–I’ll tell you later.”

“Red!”

But he disappeared behind the chamber door, leaving his twin increasingly baffled. Obviously, the Jedi could just read his sibling’s minds or even control their brain to do whatever he wanted. The only thing barring him from doing that was the fact that he already did so a few months ago. It became a test of integrity and patience for him, made difficult by the possible urgency of the matter. Then, there was the confession earlier…

Rionnic arrived at the ground level of the Palace of the Dragon, welcomed by a royal entourage that he thought was unnecessary. The entourage led him towards the Knights barracks, where he could hear bickering between two familiar voices. 

“You should’ve just stayed home.”

“This is called common sense. I can’t just roam around freely while you’re incarcerated. They will come for me sooner or later.”

“You’re fine with your girls growing up fatherless like we do? Your situation’s already resolved!”

“I… No, this is-”

The siblings finally noticed Rionnic standing nearby with his entourage, arms folded with his classic annoyed expression. The new Emperor dismissed his subordinates. He was quiet, waiting for Vaylin to state her intention, but he was met with only a glare.

“I assume you’ve seen the broadcast. Let’s… talk about that. My sister here wants to surrender herself and that includes me as well. We think it’s time…”

“I’m not investing time in asking for your reasons. There will be no changing your minds, no stupid demands, and no negotiations. Is that clear?”

Arcann’s face changed, displaying a transparent hesitance. Vaylin looked like she was thinking as her eyes were downcast, recalling the words of Serrus deterring her from surrendering. It softened her heart to witness how much the Knight Captain cared for her. She put her hands on his arms, thanking him for all the service and loyalty, but firmly enforced her decision. The affectionate gesture stunned him, as he stuttered his next words; 

“I-I’ll be sure t-to regularly visit you!”

As she returned to present time, she finally spoke the first words to Rionnic. “Just one. You must fulfill this or else.”

To which her successor frowned. 

“Do not ever let your brother see me. Ever. I can effortlessly destroy all you hold dear if you fail this.”

The threat produced a sinister smirk from Rionnic, while Arcann voiced his disapproval over it. The current Emperor secretly agreed with her request as he despised seeing his twin so bewitched by her, wanting to keep Riornivo from any more corruption–no matter how misguided or prejudiced it was of him. He knew that people are capable of change and redemption, but he also knew the devastation that his twin was capable of if he became corrupted.

“Then there will be a condition. Are you ready for a small humiliation? The people need to know that they are now safe from both of you.”

Remnants of Rionnic’s Sith mind enjoyed the power he held over the two while waiting for their answer. Their expected acceptance was made sweeter by their defeated tone. He then ordered the two to wait while the preparations for the broadcast were about to start. The timing of the Knights returning to their barracks could not have been more precise, as he ordered them to put their former rulers in handcuffs, while he proceeded to the throne room.

There was a moment of quiet between the siblings. Vaylin’s mind was scattered, but a particular woman appeared in between her thoughts. “Did your wife know about this?”

“She knows.”

How come? There must have been approval on Aryuni’s end, or was she forced to? Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Vaylin tried prying for more details. Arcann flashed a wistful smile. 

“Why don’t you ask her directly? Give her a call.”

Was that a challenge? Even though they both could easily use the Force to activate the holocom with their hands tied, Vaylin resorted to ordering one of the Knights for that. 

“Heeeeeeeeyyyy Vaylin! How’s it goi–oh…. Oh. ”

Aryuni’s usual sunny disposition immediately changed after noticing the handcuffs. Her mannerism puzzled Vaylin–how could she act so casually knowing Arcann’s future? It felt like she was in another dimension each time she talked to her eccentric sister-in-law.

“Hello, my love. How’s the girls?” Arcann interjected.

“Hey! They’re pestering Serrus now, haha. I feel like I know what our topic is gonna be. Are you asking for Chonky, Vaylin?”

Not the first thing in her mind, but she was slightly remorseful for forgetting Chonky. She was surprised to see Serrus choosing to go to Arcann’s place. Aryuni’s affirmation of the gizka’s improving condition was a sliver of positivity. But onto the actual topic; “How are you fine with this…?”

“What… what do you want me to do about it?” asked Aryuni in a deeper octave, sounding confused yet serious. Again, it took Vaylin off-guard, but before she could retort, Aryuni held up a hand and continued; “Look, I’m very much in love with your brother, yes, but I’m never denying his past. If it catches up to him this soon, then so be it. I’m in love with the person he’s trying to be, his future… but his past affected more than just the two of us. It’s bigger than us, Vaylin. I hope you understand.”

“What about your twins?”

“Woah, I can raise them by myself. I’m not planning on hiding who your brother is from them. I will… nurture them to be resilient against hardships and I–oops, Serrus! Wait!” Aryuni reacted to something that happened off-camera, before continuing with; “Uh, anything else you need to ask? The girls need me, sorry.”

“No. Unless you have?” Vaylin asked pointedly towards Arcann, who took the chance to profess his love towards the mother of his children. It felt slightly sensitive considering her love life recently. She could only roll her eyes to that. When asked about mother, Arcann credited Aryuni for talking Senya out of presenting herself to Vaylin, lest there be further calamity. 

But the time had come. The rest of the Knights gathered from the other rooms to usher their former rulers towards the throne room where Rionnic awaited. With each step, her heart sank. The holocameras were being prepared as Rionnic sat on the throne with a body language of impatience and vexation. 

“Don’t make me wipe away that hidden gloat of yours, Sith.” Vaylin hissed.

“Get over yourself. I have other places to be.” As Rionnic crossed his leg on that uncomfortable chair. “This needs to hurry up. What’s taking so long?!”

The cameraman pleaded for more time; the fear was transparent from his eyes–probably recalling the times where Vaylin ended the lives of his colleagues with a flick of her fingers. What about this new Emperor, was he just as ruthless? 

“A-and now we’re live on air!”

Rionnic couldn’t even put up a presentable face to the camera before starting his speech. As for Vaylin, the realization slowly washed over her as her head somberly tilted downwards. Arcann remained steadfast, as if it was just another Taungsday for him.

“Greetings… Let me get straight to the point. As you can see, next to me are the former Emperor and Empress of Zakuul, Arcann and Vaylin. You can sleep easier now, as they won’t be a threat to the galaxy anymore. Their trial will begin when the preparations are complete. Lastly, let me make one thing clear…”

Rionnic stood up from the Eternal Throne, taking a few steps forward, his boots clanking against the platform.

“Their trials will remain private. I understand that it would be cathartic to see them face their fate, but public scrutiny can potentially derail the trial proceedings. I am using my absolute power as the Emperor to enact Act Two-Nine-Four-Nine Aurek, that is to make this decision uncontestable. Have a good day.”

[casualexistence]

Rust & Dust Auction Mini-game

So, I'm developing my own ttrpg called Rust & Dust Basically, it's a vintage sci-fi ship builder. You use old used parts to build your own ship.

Basically, I want the economy of the game to be minigames. I need people to test/give feedback for this specific aspect of the ttrpg. Auctioning You may sell a part that you own for 1/2 of the store price. You may also buy a new part at the Auction. During the Auction, the Game Master will grab 1d6 and roll. If the game master 1-3, the Auction starts at 1/3 of the store price. If the game master rolls 4-6, the Auction starts at 1/2 of the store price. With a full party of 3-4, the game master starts taking bids roughly 10 credits higher than the starting price. From there, the game master will sell the product to the highest bidder. The game master may choose to have an npc try to outbid the players. Only rich npcs can afford an item above store price. Any other npc will not continue the auction after the bid rises to above store price. If you are playing solo and you wish to go to Auction, set the price of the auctioned item as if you were the game master. After you set the price, roll that dice again. The result determines how many npcs you are trying to outbid. Grab dice equal to the result that you've rolled. For example, if you rolled a 4, you grab 4d6. First, you start with 10 credits higher than the starting price. Then, if you can afford it, set your own bid. Once you set your own bid, roll each dice. If you roll anything below 4, the npc assigned to the dice will not participate in each bid of the auction. Keep going until you choose to not bid anymore or until you win the auction. If there is only one dice left, assume that the npc assigned to the dice is a rich npc and will continue to bid past store price. For any solo players that wish to test this minigame, I have a scenario: The player has 1500 credits. This player wishes to go to the auction. The Auction is selling a Gravity Blaster 9000. Gravity Blaster 9000 goes for 1000 credits (1/3 of the price is 333 credits; 1/2 of the price is 500 credits). A solo player decides to head to Auction. Follow the instructions above to complete the scenario. Thank you for reading this far.

[spaceferren-comics]

WIP blaster sketch <333

[signanothername]

UT/UTMV Artworks masterpost

All masterposts

This will include every artwork I made, the links will be arranged from oldest to newest, I will also specify which characters these links focus on for easier navigation

*tip! Those in red text will contain an explicit discussion/visual display of some sort of trigger/content warning, these could be blood, emotional or physical abuse, emotional manipulation, death, self destructive behaviors, implied or discussed suicidal ideation, suggestive content or other sensitive topics

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Let me know if I missed color coding anything :)

Random Killer sketches

Apple twins sketches

Error

An ending - Apple twins

A proud Mama - Killer

Horrible influences - Killer and Nightmare

The voices won - Killer

CQ siblings - Geno, Error and Fresh

Grounded Killer - Killer and Nightmare

Old art redraw - mostly Killer and Nightmare

Bite za dusto - Murder

Picture day - Swap apple twins

Beautifully haunting - Nightmare

A much needed hug - Color Spectrum Duo

Toffee’s Fresh Inky boi <3

Chronic pain - Killer

Arabic - Color Spectrum

Gossip girls <333 - Killer and Nightmare

Waiting game - Killer and Nightmare

Fragile treasure - Apple twins

“Comfort” - Killer and Nightmare

what’s real or not - Killer and Nightmare

Containment - Killer

Friendship? - Killer and Nightmare

soul studies - Killer

Greetings - Killer

Daughter blaster - Killer

A brother’s final stand - Apple twins

Stalking - MTT

Flower grave - Killer

Corruption at 6 - Nightmare

Offerings - Killer and Nightmare

Panels redraw - Nightmare and Color Spectrum

Jinx - Nightmare

Potential meetup - Color Spectrum and Geno

Master and machine - Killer and Nightmare

Traditional sketches of Color Spectrum

A left foot trapped in a sensual seduction - Killer

Blood work - Killer and Cross

The target - Killer

Genders??

A second Flowey - Killer

Stage 4 - Killer

Gone wrong - Killer and Abaddon (Abaddon belongs to @/ byrdblood )

Horror

Murder

The killing machine and its master - Killer and Nightmare

Insta doodles 1

Insta doodle 2

Insta doodles 3

Swad

Chess - Killer and Nightmare

Environment practice - Killer

Lap cat - Killer and Nightmare

You’re laughing. - Killer and Nightmare

Two Nightmares and a dream

Frisk and Chara

Killer Wood

Horrortale

Stupid face - Killer

Different multiverse, yet still doomed - swap Dream twins

Cross’ design

Shattered Dream

Pat - Color Spectrum Duo

Sans Undertale

Pre-incident Apple twins

Claws of the beast - Nightmare gang

Spirited away. - Nightmare

Arachnid Shattered Dream

Dream’s positivity gun

Stage 4 - Killer

Saving the universe together - Color Spectrum Duo

Possession - Nightmare and Killer

Recolor - Nightmare and Killer

A stroll through the woods - Nightmare and Killer

Washing machine - Nightmare

Murder the Terrible and his Brother Papyrus

I will make you strong - Apple twins

Cross and Error

A very (A)romantic dance

Horror

Containment breach

Stage 4 - Killer

Nightmare

Outer

Fatal Error

Muffet

Loving scars - Dude and Bruh

Cross and Killer

Uncorrupted Nightmare

Lust

Epic sanses

Nim

Skelle tails

Outfit swap - Apple twins

Bright burning fire - Nightmare

All consuming water - Dream

[iworshipsappho]

also love you <3 AND your blog heading i quote "but we were ever so careful dear" SO often you have no idea baskdkfjh and most people just think its funny without knowing its a rwrb reference

HI OSCAR ive been barely floaing ahahaha so like replying to asks now 😭😭

OMG ur so based fkr this like ashdhdhffffkfkg tyyyy love you toooo get blaster with a beam kf love idiot <333

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omggg the ending of your video essayyy LKHSFKLHAFLHSDLFHLKKLHL!!!! the contrast between sugar rush and road blasters in that side profile shot... the way the simplistic arcade cabinet design for road blasters already makes it look so shrunken and defeated next to the vibrant and dynamic sugar rush.... really lends itself to turbos characterization and how he yk. snaps and goes turbo- BUT ALSO AAAAAAA IT WASNT THERE FOR LONG BUT THE KING CANDY COSPLAYYY IT WAS SO GOOD the whole ending sequence made me happy stim, seeing turbo running around outside hdhgahahagagsfhhfhfghhjdjdhshsjsjkkgjkj <333

:))))) I’M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT. And I’m so happy the ending vision was able to be realized. HUGE THANKS TO @alliesimagination FOR MAKING AND RENDERING THE AWESOME 3D MODEL CABINETS