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[sugarand-everythingnice]

The Beast Comes Out ___

Had to hand it to the guy- Shockwave never did things by halves.

Call it logic, call it scientific process, call it torture- Whatever the mad mech put his mind to, he calculated every plausible action and reaction and was quick to recalculate when results suffered from the hypothesis. Honestly, it was kind of impressive. Y'know, if that industrious mind hadn't churned out some of the most horrific weapons of the war.

And wasn't focused entirely on making his existence a living hell.

Wheeljack resisted the urge to squirm, fighting to slow the panting rhythm of his vents trying to cool his bound and battered frame. If it was just pain, he wouldn't be having so much trouble with it, but Shockwave had long since moved past pain in regards to the subject of his latest experiments. Pain was normal, pain was expected.

Shockwave was not looking for normal.

It had taken a couple sessions for the Wrecker to catch on, largely due to the fact the scientist had sedated him pretty heavily the first few goes. The early interactions were a mostly incoherent blur of strange bubbling tubes and tapping keys and a pervasive numbness, but either the sedative had atarted to not work so well or Shockwave had lowered the dosage, because he was a great deal more aware these days. Aware and able to listen, as the massive purple mech spoke quietly to himself as he meticulously reviewed the results of his efforts.

There were fossils floating suspended in tubes, literal fossils of beings that had dominated Cybtertron's distant past and Shockwave had figured out how to extract something from those fossils. Which he had decided to test it on the singular captured stray Autobot, just to see what might happen.

Well, the mech probably had some kind of logical reasoning or hypothesis or whatever, but from Wheeljack's point of view, it was nothing more than basic curiosity turned up to 100. Because as far as he could tell, there was no Primus damned reason why some injections of fossil stuff should be making his self-repair go absolutely nuts. Look, he was an engineer before the war, then a demolitions specialist, cyber-biology was very much NOT his forte. And it didn't help that he was only getting bits and pieces of things, whenever Shockwave started to ramble to himself or moved the slab around and he got a look at one of the various screens full of code and notes and terminology that made no fragging sense to someone without the correct background of study.

Still, he did his best with what he had, stored internal screenshots and took notes in the hope that when he finally made it out of this hellhole, he'd be able to send the packet off to Ratchet and at least get some help figuring out what in the frag had been done to him.

As far as he knew, according to his own internal diagnostics, his self-repair was reading something wrong with him and was currently going bonkers trying to fix that perceived wrong, which had all his systems going on overdrive, sucking down his fuel and depleting his material stores and making everything too warm and Primus damnit did his protoform itch. He hadn't felt so completely at odds with his own body since his first instar, growing in the initial armor that would develop with him to maturity. At least during that mess, he'd had family and friends to help ease the stress of it all and hadn't been trapped at the mercy of a mech that had literally had his emotional cortex lobotomized.

Pretty much the only upside was that Shockwave had caught on to the rapid depletion relatively early on, and had decided that reducing his test subject to a starved Empty was not the goal of his experiment, so there were three or four lines tapped into his frame feeding in supplements and energon. Not enough to stop his tanks from clenching with hunger, but it kept his self-repair from cannibalizing things. As though roused by his wandering thoughts, Wheeljack felt his fuel tanks twist and clench, his insides seizing up, and he grit his dentae against the intense discomfort, swallowing hard to keep thickened oral lubricant from seeping free. His intake felt sticky and gross from the lack of refreshed fluids, an unfortunately common sensation after the millennia of war basically tanked all their resources, but it never got any easier to bear. Especially when there wasn't a mission to focus on, something to keep his mind off how much his body ached and his mouth tasted like old batteries.

He realized too late that he'd unconsciously shuttered his optics when he heard a low creak from way too close for comfort, and he snapped his optics open in time to see Shockwave had apparently finished with whatever note taking he'd been doing and was currently looming over his test subject. That single expressionless orb of an optic peered down at him with all the interest and focus of an oddly shaped desk lamp, but he knew better than to take the huge mech's blankness at face value. Ha. Face value.

"Hngh. S-See somethin' ya like, big guy?"

Audial antennae flicked, that big red optic brightening briefly.

"Subject maintains original personality and mental faculties. Cognitive testing may be required for later stages."

A chill ran down the Wrecker's spinal strut, and he just kept himself from grimacing.

"Scuse you, if anybody needs their head checked, it's tall, dark an' high on god blood."

Shockwave just stared down at him, and Wheeljack resisted the urge to squirm. The huge purple mech flicked his antennae again, then straightened, stepping away towards a side table Wheeljack had come to recognize as the main work bench for his particular torture.

"Cognitive testing for Lord Megatron a logical conclusion according to recent behavioral changes. Consult with medical team."

It took far too much effort to keep back the bark of laughter that wanted to escape, and though he managed, Wheeljack still had to bite down on his lower lip to hold it in. The soft metal pinched, but he ignored the small pain to focus his efforts on not bursting into hysterical giggles. His humor died as Shockwave returned, a syringe of green-gold substance held carefully in the long delicate digits of his only hand.

"Data log, 0323_2420, Project: CNA Assimilation. Current readings report heightened immune response, stronger than originally calculated but well within range estimates. Injections of extracted Predacon nuclei yet to induce adaptation response, threshold may be unique to each individual subject. Will require a wider test group to confirm. Injection 013, commencing."

Wheeljack let himself squirm this time, fighting to get as much of his frame away from the approaching needle as he could. It was ultimately a useless endeavor, seeing as the slab was magnetized every time the jerk decided to do this part of things, but he still tried, leaning his full weight into the neck and limb restraints in pure stubborn defiance. He snarled his engine as the needle slid smoothly under his armor, piercing through muscle cabling directly into his base protoform just like every other injection before.

Primus, he hated how easily Shockwave got away with scrap. All planned ahead and calculated and working around the fact he'd modified one of his arms into a giant kriff-off cannon larger than most mechs were tall-!

Rage simmered, familiar and hot, just under his spark as the eerie green-gold fluid was forced into his body, his hyperactive systems catching on to the new input and sending a cascade of notifications and scrambled data across his internal HUD. Something beeped elsewhere in the room, and Wheeljack was vaguely aware of Shockwave stepping away, but his mind was occupied by the burning ache that spread under his armor, pulsing in time with his sparkbeat. It felt like something was crawling around inside of him, following the path of dispersion from the injection site, and it made his tanks churn with nausea.

Armor flared against his will, his fans whirling up to their highest setting as his systems revved into overdrive, heat building so quickly and intensely he ended up with his head lolled back, intake gaping in a desperate effort to get more air circulating through his frame. Red and gold and green flickered and flashed across his internal HUD, his vision swimming as his optics tried and failed to focus on something, anything around him. His winglets, a little smushed but otherwise just mildly numb, suddenly flexed harshly underneath him, and he found himself bowing up from the slab to try and give them space as that burning sensation burst into a piercing kind of pain pulsing through the little offshoots. Vaguely, a part of him wondered why. Winglets like his weren't anything special, just some evolutionary remnant from when Cybertronians began to transition from mechanimal alts to vehicles, an in-between state that was either completely lost or developed into expressive doorwings. He'd modded his a long time ago, kitted them out with extra sensors and things to make them useful, but they were still mostly just cosmetic little things. Not important, not useful.

But now they were burning and there was something wrong with the way they were pressing against the slab underneath him.

Faintly, he could hear someone screaming, their vox crackling and skipping with strain, but he couldn't pinpoint it, his processor muzzy and fogged with heat and growing pain. It wasn't until he felt something crack, and the screaming pitched up into an agonized screech, that he realized that it was his vox making all that noise.

Several pops and cracks happened in quick succession, following the burning down his spinal strut and deep into his frame. Monitoring machines were beeping and shrieking around him, and he could faintly make out Shockwave's voice, an edge of satisfaction to that hated vox that made his tanks churn. And then they were churning for another reason entirely, clenching and twisting inside of him as he gagged and coughed on his own oral lubricant, feeling like he desperately needed to purge something foul from his systems but there was nothing there to be rid of. His dentae ached and pulsed, his digits feeling as thought they were being pulled from their housings, everything was hurting and he could do nothing to stop it. Just endure. Just hold on. Endure. Hold on. Endure. Hold. ON.

Heat and pain. He was nothing but heat and pain. And rage. So. Much. RAGE.

A dull creaking, followed by a sharp ping, and he felt his arm was free. Movement became an absolute necessity, overtaking his mind with the desperate need to flee. He could hear something roaring, angry and hateful, and he didn't care, heaving on the restraints holding him against his will. Something tried to stop him, reaching for him, and snapped at it, dentae only just missing slim purple talons as the binding around his neck tore free. He set his dentae to the task of freeing his other arm, ripping into the metal restraining him like it was nothing but tinfoil, then he was up, thrashing under the influence of a fresh pulse of pain before he managed to get a grip on the bonds around his legs. They crumpled under his hold, and he ripped them entirely loose from the slab.

Something whined, power cycling into something dangerous, and he dropped to the floor just in time to avoid the cannon shot.

He saw a huge purple blur, a splot of red somewhere towards the top, an angular shape pointed towards him growing in brightness, and he scrambled into motion. That was danger, that was a threat. That needed to be dead.

Coming up from under the damaged slab, he full body tackled the purple thing, engine snarling as he bared his dentae, winglets flaring high and wide, wider than they had before but he couldn't focus on that he had to destroy this threat, this danger. Sharp claws dug into thick armor, providing ideal purchase for the hooked barbs jutting from his forearms to tear into, while he slammed his knee spikes whatever soft bits he could.

Fresh spilled energon filled the air with its sharp tang, and his snarl took a hungry edge, his tanks twisting empty. A part of him rebelled harshly against the thought that rose up in his mind, and he had to concede- Hungry or not, this was not a place to feed. Dark and dank and rife with dangers he could sense like optics on his back, the downed threat sprawled out on the floor before him was too big to drag with him. He would have to find food elsewhere, once it was safer.

Finding a way out was refreshingly simple. Tearing out the bleeping noise next to an archway caused the archway to open into a passage, and he took off as quick as he could, clawing his way up into the most shadowed parts of the ceiling to get himself out of sight and out of mind. He tracked the small silver and purple things towards an exit, and crouched up high until a lone one approached. It was simple to tear the thing's head off, and he only hesitated a moment over the idea of taking it with him for the life fluid he could smell spilling out of it, but it was too ungainly to bother with when he didn't have a safe place to carry it off to. Another time.

The openness around him sang of freedom, opportunity, and he took it in both servos, changing his shape to find speed and bolting off across the desert. Freedom was his, and nothing was ever going to take it from him, ever again.

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ENJOY! :D

WOAH THIS IS SO GOOD!!

Oh my god I love how well you know all their biological anatomy and such 😭

But yes! This is the stuff I want to veer towards! You have given me so many ideas ♡♡♡♡

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Sketch??? Sketch?! EEL SNUGGLES.

EEL SNUGGLES!!!

[iconicanemone]

Oc-tober day 24: Gift art

Prompt by @bweirdart

Gift art for @cell113 (or @papercricketgallery) of their species Iunno (the link is to Artfight, which people not logged in can’t see)

I’ve actually drawn Cell’s Iunno for the last two Artfight, but not this year, so I decided to keep up the yearly work!

remember, if you’d like to work with me for this week, either art trades or collabs, send a comment, dm, or ask and we can talk about it!

I don’t have any more specific plans for friend week, so if no one contacts me wanting to art trade/collab, and if I don’t get any ideas for gift art, I’m probably going to take the last few friend week days off.

[necrocities]

@cell113 realized tumblr wasn't gonna let me dm you bc this is a sideblog, so I figured I'd @ you since the link is one of your reblogs and I am indeed interested if you happen to have any thoughts.

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I honestly don't know how I feel about reblogging the post directly, but I have a thing I've noticed. I'm gonna dissect it further but.

[pedophilia, sexual assault, systemic harm, physical harm, discomfort.]

the energy this gives off is the same as conservatives celebrating when drag queens are chased out, or medical facilities get bomb threats called in, or places are ACTUALLY set up with bombs in the name of "protecting the children."

it was never about protecting the children. not really. even when these people say it is, and they may genuinely think it is, it's about their fears and discomfort. more often their fears imo.

but in this specific case. it even looks to be about the blind adrenaline about "getting something done"

it really can be difficult to sit down and have a clean discussion about what to do to keep people safe without divulging in discussing your personal feelings. it's natural in itself, but the trouble is with not letting that stop the conversation from coming to an effective conclusion. when the answer is to do something that obtains results similar to in the post, that's just beating on someone weaker to achieve getting those you dislike out of the public eye.

even if they don't/hadn't match(ed) up to the accusation (which I'm not familiar with the animator being spoken of), it's about feeling good. those who celebrate the death of those who remind them of their fears and discomforts are chasing good feelings to escape the bad.

and that's breaking it down simply. no emotions are actually inherently good or bad. they're all complex.

this is why it's important to actually be able to set them aside when the time is appropriate. pushing for actions that cause harm to or the death of others is not effective action.

if you're someone worried about either those with paraphilias you see as inherently harmful, or sexual predators, killing them will not conclusively address your goal. I phrase them this way since there tends to not be a comprehensive difference from what I typically see. I want to make sure I fully address this.

when a group decides that the solution us to kill another group, in our current environment, that often means them hiding who they are for their own safety. you can't count all of a population when they're afraid to identify themselves anyways, so it's inherently ineffective. an unlikely goal.

and here's the thing. causing those with paraphilias to hide doesn't mitigate the harm caused by sexual predators. if someone wants to cause harm, they easily can in the US, where I'm mostly speaking of.

the response I see from people when someone actually is blatant about WANTING to cause harm sexually is to freeze and stare at others, waiting for someone to speak up. nobody does.

note that this is OFTEN what I see occur. not always. there's also times where people take action and can attempt to bring victims to safer places or take action against a perpetrator.

but even then, the actual victims don't always find more benefit in speaking up over risk of losing any safety still left. there's nowhere near enough evidence that speaking up will ACTUALLY bring safety to them.

we have to provide safer environments to lessen these fears. provide for and support those who come to you. ask THEM what they wish you to do. they may not want the world to know, but they told you because they think you'll keep them safe. be it physically or emotionally.

I can't say I have a perfect answer as to how to mitigate harm from predators across the board. it's a million dollar question.

what I can say is that we have to do our best to be gentle and understanding with the victims who DO open up to us. let them decide how public to make it. if they need to be quiet, respect it. you often won't know their situation better than they do. work under the assumption you don't if you aren't sure. but support them nonetheless.

[sa-filonzana]

Masterlist of Reblogs (2):

Submas Nimbasa & Slice of Life & Comics

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697068161791655936/greeting-renee-i-was-hoping-to-ask-what-if-ingo

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697075072028033024/i-feel-like-the-twins-would-be-urban-explores-if

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697077573804507136/chatting-emmet-proposing-in-a-historical-train

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697079472412901376/im-a-sucker-for-festivals-and-the-summer

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697105909018738688

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697432038347767808

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697455385760628737/could-you-please-do-ingo-and-emmet-finding-out

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697477725376724992

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697637778988630016/hello-you-dont-have-to-do-this-one-if-you-dont

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697595019519033344

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697638406583468033/targeting-a-twins-death-spot

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697643119482732544

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698147756161859584/new-part-added-we-all-know-whos-fault-it

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698152163443130368/modmad-together-were-unstoppable-mostly

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698153417834627072

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698155318414393344

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698189286239027200/ive-been-thinking-about-station-master-emi

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698199988588642304/penumbraphantasm-cain-instinct

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698200610767585280

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698206271440044032

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698418593726136320/before-time-runs-out-could-i-request-a-bit-with

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698536201827844096/ingo-and-em-would-be-the-absolute-fucking-best-at

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698738126833713152

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699275834426556416

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699276133472124928

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699805831446904832/subway-bosses-reacting-to-so-secretly-living-on

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699819046109134848

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699865367462510592/all-they-wanted-was-some-berries-please-give-it

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700248098719580160/septiseph-they-had-a-little-argument-right

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700249743073427456

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700430935814012928/sunflora-sass-x-%E5%8B%A4%E5%8B%99%E4%B8%AD-by-%E3%83%86%E3%82%A3%E3%83%BC

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700431249646452736/k009-and-nobody-battled-on-the-train-ever-again

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701227461216813056/naked-and-afraid-inspired-by-this-operation

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701237544336179200/submasshuppatsu-artist-%E3%82%AA%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A3-source-%E3%81%AD%E3%81%87

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701256070021152768/a-concept-the-joltiks-sticking-close-to-so

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701265437397270528/cell113-alphagodith-peniculamentum-ingo-and

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701283739910782976/so-shaves-emmets-joltiks

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701291141396611072/sick-emmet-wakes-up-in-a-cold-sweat-and-starts

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701592328086945792

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702072634137067520/a-scenario-you-are-sitting-and-relaxing-there-is

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702783307221499904/if-youre-looking-for-something-fluffy-to-write

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703055105545699328

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703057883467841536/i-want-to-be-covered-in-joltiks-their-cuteness

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703681094370852864

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703682987185848320/i-think-emmet-does-get-all-his-joltiks-gifts-for

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703705883876687872/how-thrilled-do-you-think-emmet-was-to-get-his

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703956316821110784

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703970121518022656

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703977681077846016/cute-thoughtemmet-bought-the-girls-matching

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703978306970796032/ingo-is-now-legally-required-to-get-erin-a-litwick

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704134370280226816/last-night-i-had-a-dream-that-it-was-my-birthday

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704226836556791808

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704229102037696512/the-subway-bosses-birthday-has-arrived-their-so

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704766371648634880

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704809801952198656/okay-so-how-about-the-submas-bros-separate-with

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703719129011666944/fukurow-lost-xxxxx-part1-120-1020

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703719490973794304/fukurow-lost-xxxxx-part2-1120-2020

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704138106414252032/breezyzephyr-a-scenario-mii-and-i-came-up-with

[chandiegeist]

I am CRYING laughing at Ingo being a wee Sneasel lad, still serious as ever trying to keep order, just getting fucking MOBBED by excited 'siblings'. He begs Lady Sneasler to keep his coat and hat safe, and he's pmuch only only identifiable by the bracelet he still wears and maybe the remains of his old tie.

He’s the newest baby in the litter so he’s the smallest! Ingo used to be so independent but his entire team agrees Lady Sneasler’s in charge now. The other Sneasels figure out that big brother is now fun-sized and can’t pick them up anymore or tell them off and go absolutely ham. His team doesn’t hold back on treating him like a lil guy either, he’s so small compared to them.

As for his uniform I doubt he has his tie still, but I’m gonna say all the Wardens wear/hang their bracelets (like Sabi does in-game if they don’t have wrists/ankles lol poor Melli). I think Ingo would try keeping his hat even if it’s too big. It makes him look even more tiny, constantly pushing his hat up out of his face while trying to look Serious and Responsible, but he’s really too attached to give up his whole outfit.

[pomodoko]

Hey, not really a question thing but a heads up thanks to a worried friend who noticed- You might want to double check your blog security, I went to share your very VERY cute tiny!Ingo doodle and the link registered to my friend as a malicious site rather than plain ol' Tumblr. Dunno if it's a glitch or something, but I'd do a quick scan of your device and change your password for safety. Love your art!!!!

i think it might be a glitch, since my blog runs on 2FA, but i'll double check just in case! tumblr's been glitching a lot lately due to the new dashboard blog format + duplicated tags on mobile. thanks for the heads up though!

[thelastspeecher]

Okay, here’s the last of the Accidental Abduction AU prompts I got.  @cell113 wanted to see some Dad Stan Content.  So here’s some Dad Stan Content in the Accidental Abduction AU.

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             Stan stood in the pediatrician’s office, watching the doctor carefully examine his twin daughters.  They weren’t due for a checkup quite yet, but they were over a year old and had yet to say any words, making Stan and Angie worried.  Angie squeezed Stan’s hand reassuringly.

             “Hmm.”  The doctor ruffled Danny’s magenta hair and looked up at Stan and Angie.  “Physically, they are developing perfectly fine.  I’m not surprised.  Hybrids tend to struggle when their parents come from species with drastically different lifespans and developmental rates.  That’s not the case here.”

             “Really?” Stan asked.  The doctor nodded.

             “Yes.”

             “How many humans have you seen, though?” Stan demanded.  Angie sighed.

             “Stan.”

             “Not as many as you, but more than you’d expect,” the doctor said politely.  He raised an eyebrow.  “Or did you forget that I specialize in hybrids?”

             “No, we didn’t,” Angie said quickly.  “We’ve been taking the girls to see you for that exact reason.  It’s just- we’re getting nervous.”

             “I understand,” the doctor said.  “They should be speaking by now.”

             “What do we do, then, doc?” Stan asked.  The doctor looked at Danny and Daisy, who were now babbling at each other as they sat on the examination table.

             “What languages do you two speak at home?” he asked after a moment.

             “Well, I can’t speak you guys’ language,” Stan said. “So I speak English.”  The doctor looked at Angie.

             “And you?”

             “I generally speak a mixture of English and our native tongue,” Angie replied.  The doctor nodded.

             “I think I see the issue.  This sort of problem can result from growing up in a bilingual household.”

             “What?” Stan asked.

             “Sometimes, when children grow up in a household where multiple languages are spoken, they take longer to begin to speak,” the doctor explained.

             “We can’t just speak one language, though,” Stan protested.  “The kids need to know your language, but I literally don’t have the right vocal cords to speak it!”  The doctor held up a hand.

             “Calm down, Stan,” he said firmly.  “It’s good that they are being exposed to two languages this early on.  They might take longer to speak, but once they begin talking, they’ll catch up to their peers quickly.”

             “Really?”

             “Given that they seem to be meeting all other milestones appropriately, I think this is the cause of their speech delay.”  Daisy grabbed the doctor’s coat.  The doctor cooed at her and gently pried her hand loose. “I do have a recommendation.  It might help them speak sooner.  At the very least, it should help them to separate the two languages they are exposed to.”

             “What’s the recommendation?” Angie asked.

             “In front of the girls, you should speak your native tongues only.”

             “So, basically, you want Angie to stop speaking English?” Stan asked.  The doctor nodded.  “Does that mean she should stop using their human names, too?”

             “Yes.”

             “Figured,” Stan mumbled.  “They don’t really recognize their alien names yet.”  The doctor chuckled softly.  He picked Danny and Daisy up, handing them to Stan and Angie.

             “Stan,” he said gently, “on this planet, you’re the alien.”

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             Angie cooed at Daisy.

             “You’re my precious little vine flower,” she whispered in her native tongue.  Daisy giggled loudly.  “I think she’s already started responding to her legal name.”

             “I noticed,” Stan said in English.  He and Angie were playing with their daughters on the floor of the living room.  “I think Danny recognizes her alien name, too.”

             “Good!” Angie said.  Danny grabbed at Stan’s shirt, letting loose a long string of babble. Stan smiled at his daughter.  “You never told me how work went today.”

             “Ugh.”

             “Not well, I take it?”

             “That’s an understatement,” Stan muttered.  “We managed to get the Klorthians and the Zels to make up and everything.”              “Really?  That’s impressive!  They’ve been at each other’s throats for centuries!”

             “Yeah, but I had to spend the whole day doing paperwork for it,” Stan groaned.  Angie smiled.

             “Oh, my love.  That’s what you signed up for when you agreed to work for the Council.”

             “They didn’t say anything about paperwork. They just said I’d get to go to catered meetings on other planets.”

             “Does the Earth government not rely heavily upon paperwork?” Angie asked.

             “Well, Earth’s got a lotta different governments.”

             “Right.  Right. Your home planet has multiple warring factions.”

             “Basically.”

             “But at least you have two beautiful daughters to come home to after a long day,” Angie said.  Stan grinned at Danny.

             “Yeah.  I’ve got the best babies in the galaxy.”

             “Aw,” Angie cooed.  Danny giggled loudly at Stan.  She reached for his face.

             “Dada!” she chirped.  Stan’s heart stopped.  Angie looked up, her silver eyes wide.

             “Did she just-” Angie whispered.

             “Dada!  Dada! Up!” Danny squeaked in English.  Pride filled Stan’s chest.  He scooped her up.

             “You got it, princess,” he cooed, nuzzling her. Danny giggled.  Daisy looked over curiously.  “Well, Daisy?  You got something to say?”  Daisy frowned thoughtfully.  She looked up at Angie.

             “Mama!”

             “Aw!” Angie cooed.

             “Pretty wild they both said their first word on the same day,” Stan commented.  He set Danny on the floor again.  Angie looked at him, bemused.  “I definitely didn’t say my first word the same day my twin said his.”  

             “You didn’t?” Angie asked.  Stan shook his head.  “Huh.  Odd.”

             “Really?”              “Yes.  In my species, twins tend to grow together.”  Angie ran her fingers through Daisy’s thick, brown curls.  “But then again, twins in my species are different from yours.”

             “Well, didn’t you say that your species always has twins?”

             “Two or more children, yes.  My mom is an exception, but that’s because her mother’s human.”  Angie shook her head.  “It’s so weird to me, the idea that someone might have only one child at a time.”

             “That’s the norm on Earth.”

             “So.  Weird,” Angie said passionately.  Stan chuckled.  “I think we should do something to celebrate the girls finally talking.”

             “How about some Earth food?” Stan suggested. Angie raised an eyebrow.

             “I might be willing to make some Earth food. What kind did you have in mind?”

             “Pancakes.”

             “Pan-”  Angie rolled her eyes.  “You always want pancakes!”

             “What’s your point?”

             “I swear, if the girls get your taste for sweet Earth food…” Angie said, getting to her feet.  Stan grinned.

             “Nothing wrong with them learning about their heritage, Ang.”

             “No, I agree.”  Angie frowned thoughtfully.  “Maybe we should visit Earth sometime.”  Stan’s blood ran cold.

             “No,” he said flatly.  Angie blinked at him.  “Earth stinks.”  Angie crossed her arms.

             “See, I’m not sure if you actually think that. My grandmother, when she came to this planet, she completely ignored her human heritage.  She used a translator constantly to avoid her children learning English, she only taught my mom a handful of Earth recipes.  If you truly hated your home planet, you would be doing less to teach your children about it.”

             “I’m teaching them about being human.  Not about Earth.  Two different things,” Stan said firmly.

             “…If you say so,” Angie said after a moment. She strode over to Stan.  “Watch the girls while I cook, please?”

             “That goes without saying,” Stan scoffed.  “What kind of dad do you take me for?  The kind that doesn’t watch his kids?” Angie kissed the top of Stan’s head.

             “No, you’re an excellent father,” she said. Stan nodded.

             “Damn straight.”

[ramblesanddragons]

Prompt: Gravity Falls, PaperFord AU- An average tour at the Mystery Shack Museum and Curiosity Shoppe with Mr. Mystery and his brother, Professor Perplex. :)

(Oh goodness why do I feel pressure for this one lol? I haven't kept up with all the workings of the AU but I had fun with this.)

The two of them practiced this little show for weeks in the off season. Stan had created fun electricity themed curiosities. (The Lost Hammer of Thor was something he was actually proud of. He'd had a lot of fun burning fake runes into the hammer. Probably his best work. The Gorilla glue to make it impossible to wield had been an inspired contribution from his partner. ) The kids loved the static electricity demonstrations and stories of mysterious ball lighting caught the audience's attention.

Then it came to Professor Perplex's part. Stan had to be reassured that nothing would accidently set him on fire several times. Getting hit by electricity as a human was painful but survivable...sometimes. Getting a spark on you as a being made of paper could result in a quick and painful death.

However nerve wracking it was Stan couldn't argue with the results. The audience ooh and awwed as the giant tesla coils sparked to life. After the initial demonstrations inside the faraday cage, musical requests were taken. Who knew lighting could make a catchy tune?

They made record breaking sales that year. Stan would have never been able to pull it off alone and while he wouldn't admit it often he was thankful he didn't have to.

[subway-boss-jericho]

Loving your Steady Track fic, hope you're having as much fun writing it as we are reading. :)

Thank you :D! I absolutely am having infinitely more fun writing this than you guys are reading it so I am SO GLAd people like it hahaha- Genuinely started writing this only for myself, and I am at full eight on self-indulgence in this fic, so the fact that people are having fun with it too is not only wild to me but also generally making my heart soar at any given moment <3 wahoo!

[perfectstevenau]

Greg, please don't give up. There's a lot of things no one fully understands right now, not a lot of solid information on anything, but we do know this- Steven, at his core, will always be a being of love. He could have left, he could have gotten destructive, but somewhere deep inside, he remembers that HERE is where he belongs, where he's MEANT to be. Think of it sort of like dealing with a human with Alzheimer's- He's going to need help, and won't always like it, but he's still Steven.

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[sugarand-everythingnice]

As someone who has been a long time Transformers fan and is also big into werewolves, transformation scenes and body horror, I want you to know your Beast Wheeljack AU is hitting Every Single Button and my brain has begun rotating the concept like a sample in a centrifuge. Thank you so much for sharing, I am going to maladaptive daydream about this for hours and babble about it to my buddy on Discord. :D

Aww, thank you!! I'm happy to share cool ideas!

I'll be working on getting a pilot done for the first chapter 🤭

I'm more than likely going to publish the works here on Tumblr and make a masterlist to pin onto my blog

The inspiration for something like this has definitely come from @justawannabearchaeologist and @melishade 's works! Their stuff is so interesting if you wanna give it a look!

[transformers-extrication]

Concerning the direction of the blog, I know I'm INCREDIBLY curious as to how the different Autobots and Decepticons develop their relationships with humanity and how the humans react to these decidedly non-human being from another world. As an artist, I'm curious how you thought to develop these different designs, and what the process was on figuring out the theme of the au and what it does to change the G1 era plotlines.

Fantastic question!The human side of things is... awkward, I outright tend to have problems being able to connect to human characters/stories when they’re alongside alien/inhuman characters as a whole, which is why I often don’t go to movies seeing as I’d only go for a non-human character/entity in said film.So this presents a challenge and issue to me as I want to work on the human element here, something I am thinking of keeping to a minimum, and even so, using my more favoured human characters.The already confirmed Astoria then maybe Carly and Agent Fowler.And that’s just the Autobots, the Decepticons don’t see any need to interact with humans other than to ‘get rid of them’ should there be any in the way, or given how Autobots do not want to hurt them, use them as shields.I want to make what I do do with the humans good.

Well with the designs I go in with the mindset of “giant alien robot” and go from there.They’re aliens, they’re robots they don’t have to have human faces to be ‘normal’ or a face that has only one eye be bad! Okay I just hate Empurata as being really boring and a stupid punishment. BUTReally I just try and use different shapes and joints in ways that would be appealing but also different, while maintaining some sort of ‘use’ to them.Like why the Seekers are still aerodynamic in build, or as he can become a train, Astrotrain is long and wiggly.The main key though is they’re ALIENS and also ROBOTS they can also TRANSFORM!They could be any sort of wild-ass shapes and looks! I just mash shapes together and then refine it down to what looks best and works in the characters best interest and “fits” their character.

Though I do also like to keep their look simple and more cartoony because I don’t like drawing lots of detail over and over.Otherwise characters like Cyclonus who, in-universe, are living abominations would look much more detailed and ‘weird’.

Figuring the theme of the AU was interesting yet also rather simple, It’s main arc generally focuses on a plot point I thought was interesting but never had much done with it, which in fairness could be a lot of G1 stuff haha. It was also initially going to be a one-off story featuring my favourite Unicronian trio going about and fixing everything, but I didn’t go anywhere with that.So also while I will be following a more G1 plotline I hope to make it a bit more consistent and serious (while also trying to maintain some of that goofy charm of the show) yet also interjecting new stories and different ideas here and there.For example: The Decepticons weren’t the main villain of the show in season 3 and sometimes didn’t even appear. What on Earth were they doing all that time? etc.

[alloverthegaf]

Re-discovered your FOTR liveblog and laughed so hard my stomach hurts and my cat is currently giving me the WORST stink eye. I completely agree with everything about Gandalf, the Hobbits and Boromir, and the commentary about the memes had me LITERALLY wheezing. You are a hilarious person, I'm looking forward to seeing what else you gush about on this blog. :)

you’re so kind, thank you! I’m really glad you enjoy it so much!

[deer-head-xiris]

*throws random ask into inbox* What's your favorite things about Into The Spider-Verse that you've drawn so far? Like, what's the aesthetic that has notably evolved from the new fascination that you just LOVE. :D

OOOOF difficult question... I feel that getting into drawing spider stuff has pushed me to get better at action poses/gestures

Also SUPER love drawing Peter B, he’s so fun I love him

[floatingbonez]

I am honestly curious about this, mostly because your art is fabulous as heck and you really do put so much time and effort into each piece it makes my heart flutter. How long does it usually take you to draw a character portrait like your driders or merskeles? Each design is so unique and stunning, I know that kind of effort would have me fumbling for days if not WEEKS!

I just want to start off by saying that every single time you leave a comment on one of my posts or send it an ask, it fills me with so much joy! Thank you for all the kind words you've sent my way

When it comes to how long it takes me to draw something, it really depends on the day. Generally though, making a design and sketching it out can take anywhere from 30 min to over an hour. Doing the lineart tends to also take about an hour, depending on how clear my actual sketch is. Color and shading is honestly what takes me the most time. It usually takes me around 2 hours or so. So overall, excluding all breaks and distractions, completing something like the drider bitties takes me an average of somewhere between 3 to 5 hours! Which is why I only post like... once a week. Thank you for asking!