#flesh and steel;

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Heyy, I love ur content and can I request a Web weaving of being alone or loneliness? Thankyou <3

i hope you're doing well <33

Alice Oseman Radio Silence / The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky / Gail Honeyman Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine / Susan Sontag As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 / The Double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade / Heather Havrilesky Ask Polly: Help, I'm The Loneliest Person In The World! / Taylor Steele Shocker / Amy Dunne

[shaykai]

He thinks the name is ill-fitting but humerus (he also refuses to call them Watchers- both because it doesn’t suit them in his opinion and also because it makes Gortash upset)

All in all he finds them to be pretty nifty murder machines! He hasn’t the faintest clue how machines work, but he tries to help Enver with them- namely through the occasional suggestion or being an unwilling guinea pig

(For instance, Gortash didn’t tell Vat’il that he was working on installing scrying eyes and thusly giving them the ability to see invisible targets. The way he found out was by getting jump scared by a Watcher that, as far as he’s concerned, shouldn’t have been able to see him)

[sugarand-everythingnice]

Some close ups on BeastJack

Plus a Barbie Rapunzel doodle from my friend lol

I'm really liking this concept, so I think I'm going to write for it

I was thinking of calling the AU "Of Flesh and Steel"

More doodles and ideas to come! And if you have questions, feel free to ask 🤭

[mschismosa]

And if i dropped this insane au out of nowhere what then

[transmechanicus]

VA for this is ass, bro, same problem as the Ahriman books this person just sounds stuffy as hell and it does not fit and is unpleasant to listen to.

[madzwashere]

Okay but I want to know how long y’all think the finale is going to be because like…they’ve introduced a couple of things that I feel like a 58 minute episode won’t cover

[fellator]

also hot take but i do not think they fucked in the honda odyssey, much less hatefucked. they're both masochists and kind of suicidal. they're both one of their kind and really lonely because of that. they're both extremely tired of being asked to use their abilities for good and only for good. they were relaxed and relieved and bonding. they were fighting because they could and they wanted to. it was never enemies to lovers they're just Like That.

wade was so delighted to find someone who would just casually break his arm. logan was so delighted to find someone who would bang his head on the steering wheel of a shitty car in the middle of literal nowhere. they finally found the good side of not being able to die. they finally found someone to actually share it with

"I'm going to fight you", wade said, and he said it because he could. he said it because we wanted to.

[nishnormp]

A moment from my fic that kinda explains why cmedic doesnt use his instaheal medkit outside of respawn battlegrounds. It would be a biiit problematic writing-wise if the stakes just disappeared as long as cmedic is around to bring back mfs from the brink of death

I have a hc that the respawn during the classics era would get rid of addiction as long as the dose happened within a certain timeframe; chain smokers would still keep their black lungs, but a morphine-infused shot in the heat of battle won't. Mann Co products aren't the safest thing in the world, so the standard healthkit probably has like . A shitton of morphine and nanomachines to work instantly in the heat of battle

Last minute laziness aside, cmed and cheavy have learned to follow each others wavelengths after some time. They both agree not to tell anyone or else cmed's clinic may get unwanted visitors during night.

If this post gains enough traction I may explain the alt healthkits + cmed slathering everyone with tiger balm and traumatizing them about maggot treatment

[whenwewereyoung97]

I thought it would be a good idea to map out all of the books I have preordered.

Spoiler alert: it was not a good idea. This is torture.

I will be checking this every day.

[phenakistoskope]

i'll be honest, the warframe gijinka we're getting for 1999 is a harsh blow to the noble pursuit of monsterfucking.

[puhpandas]

I'm so excited for after sotm when theres a huge chance we'll be in the era where a huge SB size freeroam starring Gregory vanessa Freddy vanny mimic and cassie is in sight because like. SB was a disaster and judging just canon by itself and the campaign sb had, there was barely any reason to quote unquote care about the characters

vanessa was left only having (rlly good) writing in secret tapes, gregory has stayed a mystery this whole time, and the true extent of freddys existentialness was there but missed by most people. of course people cared about the cast but it's also because there was so much potential there. most people arent insane about it and they wont stay obsessed and interested in the characters for over 4 years at that point bc they wouldnt have a reason to

but the thing is is that it would work out in the story's favor. like, people would know who Gregory and vanessa are, but from the average person's perspective there wouldnt be in your face thoughts like "what the hell where did they go they had so much going on and are randomly gone" because they wouldn't be that invested yet

but that gives so much room for when they come back. literally any character writing fleshing them out as characters and people and making them likeable and talking about their motivations and letting them interact would do so much. this would be the chance to make people invested and it would be AFTER the 3+ year wait on the mimic stuff to be over so there wouldnt have been as big of a chance for people to lose investment as there could have been

they have a chance to make their return really good and make them feel so much more fleshed out and full as characters and it be the ACTUAL introduction people could get for their characters, like okay now we're actually getting to know them, instead of us getting to know them before and then losing interest from the time spent waiting so long for similar content. itd be like a reset for their characters with the chance to restore the introduction sb could have given them but didnt, both a fresh slate but also giving them justice

so instead of their development being split evenly across SB and whatever the next big thing would be and anyone who was invested during sb losing interest in the 3+ year mimic era, then not being as interested when they come back, the next big game WOULD be when people would get invested, so theyd have the base idea of their characters from the past games but never get the chance to get invested until they wrote them for real in that game. so there woukdnt be any "eh it took too long" because that would be what made them care

[illicit-lilies]

I wanna be made out of steel and fiber optics so badly you don't even know

[sugarand-everythingnice]

Hi! Saw your awesome doodles and decided to ask)

First of all, how does the transformation affects Wheeljack's physical state? What is the mental state of it? How does he feel about it? What ability (or abilities) he might gain?

Sorry if there are too much questions but I got REALLY interested in your idea)))

Hi there!

That's alright. I love questions ♡

Alrighty, so, let's start from the top.

Wheeljack doesn't escape Darkmount. The whole reason the decepticons let Wheeljack go was to try and find the others. In this case, let's say that Shockwave had other plans.

Shockwave decided that the best thing to do would be to turn an autobot against their own. He's already messing around with Predacon CNA, why not let his mad scientist theories be put to the test?

Shockwave was wondering just what would happen if predacon CNA was mixed into a regular cybertronian's energon stream. Like a homunculus except the test subject is already well developed.

So, Shockwave keeps Wheeljack in his lab as his lab rat. It takes a lot of tranquilizers to keep Wheeljack down, but knowing Shockwave, he wants the autobot to hurt, especially after the failed cortical psychic patch.

I don't want to get too into detail yet because I wanna incorporate it into the writing I'm planning out ;)

But in short, it's a world of pain to be under the mercy of Shockwave. Just imagine it, having your body be torn through to make room for new limbs or having metal plating forcefully shifted as the predacon CNA makes changes for bodily necessity, such as reducing wind drag when in flight.

It's a slow and torturous process, and I'm pretty sure the writing will reach a mature genre for all the gore.

Complete with starvation and deprivation, there's no doubt that Wheeljack's sanity will be put to the test, especially with new predatory instincts.

He's already been alone for a very long time before and has only recently found team Prime. We all know that no one went looking for him when he was captured as they all believed that "Wheeljack always comes back."

Knowing that no one has bothered to look for him and is probably presumed dead, I'm pretty sure that would just add to the pain.

It's a struggle for Wheeljack, for sure.

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Corrupted Jerahmiel Aesthetic for Prisons of Stone and Flesh

[fandomcaseymix]

A Mech Or A Monster?

Author's note: well, another oneshot for @sugarand-everythingnice's AU. I got really inspired when I listened to 'A Man or A Monster' by Sam Tinnesz. I just thought it fits in perfectly for the story.

Have fun reading!

Summary: Wheeljack reflects on his current state while the team tries to help him feel welcomed again.

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When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Wheeljack shuddered awake again. He opened his sleepy optics a bit and glanced around the room, blinking a couple of times. His overly amplified audios were straining to listen to the surroundings, trying to catch something. A few minutes passed, and the Wrecker, noticing nothing suspicious, closed his optics, intending to go into recharge.

Wheeljack has lost count of how many times he has slipped out of the real world into the dreamland. Every time everything happened according to the same pattern: he was asleep, he heard something or so it seemed to him, he woke up, he listened to the sounds, he fell asleep and woke up again. The white mech was so tired of these three times cursed instincts that he was ready to give up. Well, his natural stubbornness and pride did not allow him to do it. The Wrecker wanted to sleep. And let those who want to disturb him roll into the slag.

Do you hold the light, or is darkness underneath?

This war was exhausting. It drained all the internal fluids out of him like an energon vampire. It tortured, it killed, it took everything away. It seemed that the balance in the universe had decided to outweigh the evil side. The Wrecker was tired of fighting. All of the Autobots were tired of the centuries-old war, which turned from a simple struggle for freedom and equality into a merciless massacre for power and resources. They would have given up long ago and stopped fighting if it wasn't for the Earth. They had lost their home, so they couldn't let others lose theirs because of their war.

In your hands, there's a touch that can heal.

Another instinct pulled him out of a half-doze. Wheeljack lifted his beastly head and brought his right paw closer to his optics, examining it. His dark gray fingers were relaxed, and the curved claws protruding from them glittered in the dimly lit hangar in the corner of which he was sleeping. There was nothing familiar left of his old servos that he could look at calmly. The white mech made a couple of movements, clenching and unclenching his paw into a fist, as far as its current appearance allowed, and lowered the limb flat on the concrete floor, laying his head next to it.

But in those same hands, is the power to kill.

The sharp claws scraped the floor with a long, nasty screech. Somehow Wheeljack restrained himself from grimacing at the unpleasant sound for his sensitive hearing, and tightly squeezed the optics shut. He was disgusted to see all that had been done to him. In the moments of transformation from an ordinary Cybertronian to.. this the white mech desperately wanted to just shut down or at least just die to just not feel pain. It seemed that Shockwave wanted the Wrecker to remain conscious and feel this unbearable pain. Wheeljack could hardly decide for himself which was worse: to suffer from a painful transformation or to see how all the Autobots were scared of him? With each passing day, the white mech inclined to believe the second option. He had been tortured during interrogation before, so he was already used to experiencing pain.

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Wheeljack felt an irritated growl come out of his throat. During the time he was here, huddled in the farthest corner of another hangar, he was able to think about a lot. Usually, the mech was always the first to get into battle, without thinking about the consequences, but here... apparently, his current condition has changed that. The same question flashed through his processor over and over again, to which he could not find an answer.

What is he?

Who is he now? Is he still a mech? Or a monster that lives only by instincts?

A mech or a Monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

And once again, this eternal conflict between the processor and the spark. The former insisted that he was a predacon, a monster whose purpose was only hunting and atrocities. The latter tried to reach out to the mind, saying that deep inside he was still the same Wheeljack before the experiment, no matter that his appearance was different. And Wrecker didn't know what to do, trying to figure out who he was now.

Are you a man, or a monster?

How long can this go on? Is that life when everyone looks at him like a monster? What should he do now? Will the team be able to accept him like this?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

Wheeljack sighed, relaxing his entire frame. He was too tired to think about it again. Slagging instincts...

Pat.

The Wrecker lazily opened his optics, once again listening to the sounds. There was almost dead silence. The only sound was the wind in the ventilation. Shrugging his shoulderpads, the mech turned predacon tried to fall asleep again.

Patpatpat.

Huh? That sound again.

Patpatpat.

Okay, so he wasn't hearing things.

Wheeljack pricked up his audio sensors. The sound was quiet, even for his super hearing, frequent, as if someone very small was approaching him. Who was it? Were there humans? What did they want from him?

The footsteps faded, and a voice rang out in the silence.

"Wheeljack?"

The Wrecker froze, recognizing the voice. It was Miko.

"Jackie? You awake?" the girl asked again, and the mech felt her knuckles tapping on his paw. The cybertronian did not answer, sleepily turning his muzzle away from the human. Miko snorted. "Come on, I know you're not sleeping."

Wheeljack sighed wearily.

"Go away, kid," he said, growling irritably.

"Maybe we should leave him alone." a second voice said, a boyish one. Raf is here too? It turns out that...

"I don't know, but we wanted to help," a third voice replied. Jack, he remembered. "Considering how the ‘Bots behave around him..."

"No, we'll do what we planned!" Miko declared and, tapping the white metal again, began to push his paw back and forth. "Come on, Wheeljack, wake up! Come on, we're going to watch a movie with the Autobots!"

"Leave me alone," Wheeljack grumbled, gently pushing the human girl away from him.

"Man, you sound like Ratchet!" Miko pouted, offended,and began pushing the strong metal limb again. "Why are you silent? Help me!"

"Miko, it seems to me that Wheeljack clearly said to be left alone," Jack tried to put his friend down.

"But he's an Autobot, too!" Miko objected, making another attempt to shake Racker awake.

"No, I'm not," Wheeljack replied, unable to hold on, pulling his paw towards him so that the girl could not touch him.

"You're an autobot, Jackie! We all think so!" Miko exclaimed, and the boys supported her. "You're still you! That's cool!"

The Wrecker was silent for a few seconds. He knew it was true. His identity was still with him, he didn’t follow his instincts and was in a sober mind and a bright memory. But how can he convince himself of this so that he doesn't doubt it at every step?

The white mech slowly rose to his paws, restraining the urge to grimace at the screeching sound. He approached the teenagers and threateningly brought his head closer to them. As expected, the Earth children backed away as soon as he stood up.

"Tell me, kids," Wheeljack began slowly, blowing a stream of warm air over them, and looked at each of the teenagers in turn. "What do you see?"

The boys and the girl stood in silence, as if trying to find words. The Wrecker watched each of them closely. All he saw there was fear.

"Just as I thought," the white mech said softly and turned his head to return to his spot and finally fall asleep.

"I see you," he heard Miko's voice and froze abruptly.

"What?.." he asked, thinking that he had misheard, and returned his attention to the earthlings.

"I see you, Jackie," the Japanese girl repeated, stubbornly lifting her chin. "We see you. Not the monster. Not the beast. Not even the predacon. You."

"She's right," Jack said, squaring his shoulders confidently. "Despite the fact that your appearance has changed, you are still you. Our friend and a member of the Autobot team."

"No, I’m not," the Wrecker shook his head, denying the words he had heard. He didn't need pity. Their words didn't help.

"You know, there’s a saying on Earth," Raf chimed in, coming closest to the white mech. "Appearances can be deceptive. Someone who looks scary can be very kind."

"Exactly! You're still the same Wheeljack who defeated that imposter! We destroyed Hardshell together! Have you forgotten all this, Jackie?" Miko exclaimed, making Wheeljack flinch.

Indeed, how could he forget that? He's a Wrecker! He's an Autobot, for Primus' sake! How can any experiment change that? They tried to break him down and kill him thousands of times, but he eventually broke free and returned!

Jackie always comes back, Bulkhead said when it came to the white mech. Yes, he always came back. But this time he wasn't happy to be back.

Wheeljack sighed wearily, the wave of fleeting enthusiasm subsided as suddenly as it had rolled in. No matter how right Miko was, the Wrecker still doubted that he would be accepted the way she had accepted him.

"Sorry, kid," he said in a strangled voice and squinted to the side, not daring to look the human in the eye. "I appreciate your support, but it's much more complicated. It's better for me to be alone, as I'm used to. You can watch the movie without me."

"Actually, it was Jack's idea," Raf said, trying to get the white autobot's attention again. "And Optimus approved it. Even Ultra Magnus agreed to participate in watching the movie with us. Come, Wheeljack, you'll like it!"

"Come on, Jackie! You're part of our family too!" Miko supported the boy.

Wheeljack opened his mouth in a daze, his fangs flashing slightly.

You're part of our family too.

He didn't even know what to say to that. Did Miko really consider him her family? Even after what happened to him? How lucky Bulkhead is to have such an amazing girl as his partner. Her optimism could only be envied. Maybe it's worth a try after all? What if it really helps him to restore his former relationship with the Autobots with his current appearance? If even Ultra Magnus decided to join, then why not?

"Fine," Wheeljack finally agreed, making Miko squeal with joy.

"You'll see, you'll like it!" she said enthusiastically and headed for the exit of the hangar. "Come on!"

"In that case, what is the name of the movie?" Wheeljack asked, following the energetic girl.

Raf was the one who answered the question.

"Actually, it's an animated movie," he clarified, catching up with the Autobot. "It's called ‘How to Train Your Dragon’."

The Wrecker felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

What an irony. A cartoon about a dragon, the earthly equivalent of a predacon, what could be worse? Maybe he agreed in vain? Although... The kids said he would like it. Well, if they say so, then it's probably true.

When they arrived at Hangar E, Wheeljack was surprised by what he saw. All of the Autobots of the Team Prime were gathered in the huge room, even Mrs. Darby and Fowler came here. Instead of dispersing in fear, the ‘Bots and humans looked as if they were glad to see him. No fear, no wariness, no hostility. Were they really glad that he had decided to join them? Bulkhead spoke first.

"Jackie!" He smiled broadly. "Come, we even saved you a seat."

Wheeljack grinned out of habit. Now he had no doubts.

"Count me in, buddy."

The movie turned out to be very interesting. He liked the main character with a slightly strange name Hiccup. The inventive kid was somewhat similar to him, but at the same time there was a resemblance to Toothless, the black dragon. Raf was right: the dragons from the movie weren’t evil at all, like Wheeljack himself, and these Vikings mercilessly killed them without knowing the whole truth. Slag, they didn't even think to wonder why the dragons behaved like that! An intelligent race, yeah, sure...

Autobots were just as interested as humans. However, this was probably the kids’ idea. The Wrecker was even glad that he agreed to join.

Unknowingly, Wheeljack finally fell asleep, leaning on Bulkhead, next to whom he was sitting surrounded by the rest of the Autobots and humans.

No. Not just any Autobots or humans.

His family.

[karmaphone]

question for the X-men comic nerds (affectionate) is collosus' metal form cold? like if he was in his human state and flipped his skin to steel would it be skin temperature still or would it be cool?