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gloomykiz · 1 year ago
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They are sleeping💤
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ajarofpickledtears · 5 days ago
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Deutschland in a nutshell
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stynamo · 1 year ago
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Souviens-toi de la première fois, où nos regards s'étaient croisés Même que ton œil disait merde à l'autre, surtout à moi Mais pourquoi moi, alors que les autres te trouvaient bien trop laide Peut-être que moi, je suis trop bête, mais je sais t'écouter Ave Cesaria - Stromae
My gift for @tachocracy for @secretsolenoid-revived this year! I hope you all love it as much as I loved drawing it. I've been wanting to do a zine about Knockout and his specific way of grieving in TFP so I was so excited to receive this prompt.
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oldrudshore · 29 days ago
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is now a good time to say that my garten of banban oc wasn't originally a garten of banban oc
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dragqueenstarscream · 3 months ago
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Is there a half-human, half-robot character in the Transformers universe?
right off the bat, my brain goes to cylas.
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he was initially leland bishop before changing his name to silas to hide his identity. he was the head of mech, an organization focused on taking cybertronian technology to advance humanity.
he was crippled in the nemesis prime fight, but his body was hardwired to breakdown's corpse, effectively making him half man, half machine. he changed his name to cylas - cybernetic life augmented by symbiosis - and tried to join the decepticons. it didn't go over well for him, though. when his plan to kill the autobots and their humans failed, he was essentially given to knock out as a guinea pig to experiment on.
so, yeah. body horror all around, kids!
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cybertron-smash-or-pass · 27 days ago
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Double Bonus! TFP Terrorcon CyLAS
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omnipotentgarlicbread · 10 months ago
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Damn this one was difficult. . Anyway my red guy, this movie sucks. I love it. @stunticonweek
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The blood spewing monster↓
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robots-here-and-there · 4 months ago
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Possible unpopular opinion, Mandroid is a more dangerous version of Silas.
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halfadeckofcards · 27 days ago
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Got tagged by @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better to do this. Thank you my friend, this couldn’t have come at a better time since I’m actually kinda writing again! 💜
Writing game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.
“Oh that bastard’s long gone. The only prayer I want to hear from your lips is to me, tesoro mio. Do you understand, hmm?”
Yeah yeah I know, that’s more than one line, but otherwise it just would’ve been “Do you understand, hmm?” and that’s boring. So instead you get three lines for the price of one! Yippee! Also I’m not tagging as many people as there are words lmao, that’s way too many.
No pressure tags: @spookyscaryslashy, @visceravalentines, @pondslime, @fatal-feast, and uhhhh I'm blanking on who else to tag. Consider yourself tagged if you're reading this and wanna share some recent writing! 🥰
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gloomykiz · 1 year ago
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She asked for no pickles!!!
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ajarofpickledtears · 4 days ago
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All those days in the sun, what I'd give to relive just one
Characters: Sam, her grandma, her mother
Words: 499
Content warnings: none I can think off? except I know nothing about children and what to do about nausea
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Sandalwood and lavender and pine. That cheap no-name detergent that smelled so much better than any of the expensive stuff. Honey. The scent of comfort. And, close by, though muffled, voices.
"Are you sure she'll be fine? She's looking so pale and hasn't been eating..." my mum's voice sounded soft, unsure, vulnerable - the only other times I had heard her sound even remotely similar was after I had almost died. Before they had decided that I deserved death.
"Of course she hasn't been eating," grandma responded, gentle and reassuring, and I could envision her putting her hand on my mother's arm, or maybe her back even, "She's feeling sick and nauseated. You need to give her simple food."
Someone - my mother - sighed. "I- I know, it's just... I feel so out of my depth. I thought that as soon as I had a child I'd instinctively know what to do, but more often than not I'm at a loss. And her father isn't much help either. They all seem to expect me to just take care of things, and then don't even want me to turn to you for advice, all because they don't approve of your lifestyle and opinions. But if they won't help me, where else am I supposed to go?"
Grandma didn't reply - I knew what she thought of The Council and my mother's life choices. "She'll be fine. Children feel sick from time to time, and it's not necessarily something to run to the doctor about. Just give her some crackers and broth, keep her hydrated, maybe some herbal tea if she'll drink it. I doubt it'll still be an issue by tomorrow."
"I- thanks, mum," my mother said, her words filled with a kind of affection I wasn't used to hearing. "I know you don't agree with my decisions, so... I'm glad you're still willing to support me."
Grandma chuckled. "Of course I'll support you, silly girl. You're my daughter, you always will be. And I'm not going to abandon you or Sammy, no matter what."
"I appreciate it. Truly." My mother's voice was soft and sounded completely genuine. Open, trusting, loving. It would have been easy to imagine it was a completely different person talking, but I recognised her voice, I had known it all my life. Even if I couldn't consciously recall having ever heard her speak like this.
Steps approached the door, and I tried to breathe evenly, pretending I was still sleeping.
"Sam?" my mother called quietly, trying to wake me gently, should I have dozed off.  "Sammy?"
I woke with a start, looking around the room in confusion, the scent of lavender fading in my memory, my mother's voice nothing but a ghost's whisper, although the dull ache in my chest persisted, brought up by hearing that old nickname, the secret one that had never entered this house and only existed in the comfort of grandma's presence, one more piece that had died with her.
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inhumanetrash · 4 months ago
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Every time my schedule gets overwhelming they come back to me
My comfort old bitches
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transingthoseformers · 20 days ago
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May I bring up the CYLAS plot again: but for a blend of TFP and Earthspark?? :3
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cybertron-smash-or-pass · 27 days ago
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Bonus! TFP CyLAS
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melishade · 11 months ago
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If Optimus Prime or Megatron mentions about Cylas'/Silas' Project Damocles, what will the their reaction?
It's a murder on site situation. Like the Survey Corps are genuinely disgusted with the idea of a human taking the body of a dead person and then using it as a freaking puppet.
If Silas was alive with MECH, the Survey Corps would just do everything in their power to sabotage him and his whole operation, and they would get really far. Hanji would steal the data first before releasing Levi tbh.
But if it was Cylas, (Silas in Breakdown's body), all bets are off. They are just straight up jumping him. And none of the Cybertronians that are there would stop it. They would just let it happen.
Nile: Shouldn't you all stop this?
Arcee and Megatron quietly sipping energon.
Wheeljack: Look, I used to work with Breakdown before he went all 'Con, so helping out the human using his corpse feels wrong.
Optimus reading a book before speaking in monotone: Oh Primus. Stop. Don't hurt the human.
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