#cyla

[gloomykiz]

They are sleeping💤

[stynamo]

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.

[inhumanetrash]

Anon who asked me abt Silas and fowler- you motivated me to draw them lol

Simple bust sketches because I don’t feel like anything more ambitious

Dear god I forgot how excruciating translating their facial features into my art style is they’re absurd

[dragqueenstarscream]

Is there a half-human, half-robot character in the Transformers universe?

right off the bat, my brain goes to cylas.

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!

[omnipotentgarlicbread]

Damn this one was difficult. . Anyway my red guy, this movie sucks. I love it. @stunticonweek

The blood spewing monster↓

[robots-here-and-there]

Possible unpopular opinion, Mandroid is a more dangerous version of Silas.

[rrainydaydreams]

It has been a bit chaotic trying to actually follow the storyline, but I made a flow chart of it (colour coded and numbered) so it helps a bit! (This is just one version, the other one has a TON of notes)

A little clue to understanding it is that all the red numbers are endings you loose, while the green ones are endings you win!

Would you explain CYLA? That one sounds ominous.

Oh! I suppose it does actually, but it actually just stand for Choose Your Linked Adventure! It's a choose your own adventure story that I've been working on for linked universe for a while (which honestly I need to get back to so this was a good reminder). Here's the first thing you read:

You and Zelda have won. However, after you returned to Master Sword to its resting place, you discovered a strange portal.

Here, you make the decisions. Will you win? Will you fail? That all depends on where you choose to go, who with, and why.

There are more ways to fail than ways to win. You are not guaranteed victory. Make the wrong choice, and face the consequences. That’s right, one wrong decision and you will spiral down a path that could end in execution, imprisonment, failure, and worse. It’s up to you to make this a happy ending.

The fate of Hyrule is counting on you, hero. Good luck.

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[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

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.

[melishade]

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.

[ultra-phthalo]

Last frame of the meme edit I posted earlier. This oc wants to kill Silas so bad they are willing to jump into any ground bridge they see.

[gloomykiz]

She asked for no pickles!!!

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Yes, there not Jack, June and Fowler, but it's because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ajarofpickledtears]

fellow Germans of tumblr

[inhumanetrash]

Every time my schedule gets overwhelming they come back to me

My comfort old bitches

[selfshrimping]

considering getting real self indulgent with this whole tfp self insert thing and giving my gorl a mech suit of sorts....