#for the thrill of the rush

[chandralia]

actually need bkdk to get into counseling where they’re advised to impersonate each other

Deku: ‘I’m kacchan and I’m so perfect and amazing and more blinding than the sun and—‘

Counselor: you’re supposed to act out things that you don’t like…

Deku:

Katsuki: well ‘I’m Izuku and I know everything about everything, about heroes, about kacchan. kacchan kacchan kacchan!’

Counselor: again… it’s supposed to be things you don’t like…

Katsuki: *lunges across the room*

[commandertartarsmoocher]

🎉 Happy New Year 🎉

🎊 2025 🥳

[carolkinopf]

hearthian party !! [animatic]

for @cobaltbluesu (ty for making me invested in dancing tc)

thanks also to nef and doom for hyping this wip up

i'm sticking to videos with less than 20 seconds now lol

[feisaru]

I did get my A.

I felt like this about as soon as the "sehr gut" left my teacher’s mouth. I suppose this is as close as I will get to PANTOCRATOR

It's funny (not for them tho-) to think both Fei and Saru were passively rejecting each other

[reality-detective]

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[tackytigerfic]

Im so sad we are already near the end of Frist Watch of Night😭 the time really flew by!!

Ahh thanks Anon!! I can't believe it tbh - I just checked and it's at 235k so only 40k and three chapters left (and the last chapter is 20k and a sort of wrap-up chapter, so really the climax of the main action is nearly here).

I've never had an experience like this in fandom—usually i post fully finished works, plus of course I've never written anything even close to the length of this one. I wasn't anticipating having readers follow the fic along with me, and that's been one of the most fun and complimentary feelings ever. I have loved every moment of getting their thoughts and getting to share their feelings on each new development. Am also blown away by their intuition and generosity as readers.

It's also been nerve-wracking, which I wasn't expecting. There's definitely a sense in which I want to honour the trust they've given me, while also worrying that I'll disappoint them—this isn't something I've ever been concerned about before, as usually I feel like my writing isn't going to be for everyone and if people don't like it that's just one of those things. But with this, people have committed to a long and extended reading experience, and I don't want to have wasted their time. So that was unexpected and humbling, but also very interesting - it's been good for me to have to trust myself and just put the work out there.

All in all, I thought i would be uncomplicatedly happy and relieved to be finished and posting, but actually (like the writing of the fic itself) it's been an excellent learning process as well as a deeply joyful and self-indulgent treat for me. I'll never forget it!

It's here on AO3, btw

[steelycunt]

i would DIE for a snippet xx

hii okay i had a little search to try and find some snippetable bits from chapter one n. tucked them under the cut mwah : ^ )

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[blaithnne]

If I may, how do you typically approach choosing colors in your art? It always has just a lovely feel to it, so I was a bit curious; don't feel pressured to answer ofc :]

I’ve been using a lot of gradient maps lately, they work by switching the greys in your piece with a corresponding colour according to its value. Basically, I colour in black and white, grab a gradient map, and then I adjust the colours by hand until I’m happy with it. This isn’t the only kind of colouring I do, but it works great if you’re in a rush or you’re struggling to find a good starting point for your colours. I’ve been operating under a time crunch for these Sketchbook Week drawings and the Plenism promo stuff I made, so for all except one I used gradient maps. I’m actually in a bit of a funk with my colours right now soooo I’ll come back and do a proper colouring tutorial for my style once I’m happier with how my non gradient mapped colours are looking !

[cloverandcrossbones]

Man it really does get tiresome how much our society is built around the expectations of early birds

Like I'm not claiming to be an oprressed minority or anything but damn

The way it's always framed as "I know some of us like to sleep in but they'll just have to make the effort!"

I don't LIKE sleeping in, I'm fucking useless when I don't!

It aggravates every single one of my health issues from circulation to digestion to migraines.

It's not a willpower problem, my body will not adjust no matter how many days in a row I force it to wake up at a "reasonable" hour, it just builds until I crash and burn.

Just let me do the evening shifts that no one else wants. I don't understand why people want to flip flop between those and mornings anyway

[singeamon-arts]

I got overly ambitious with this one. But it’s here now! A day late!

I think now is a perfect time to introduce my TFsona, Lovelink! A decepticon communications expert who is a little bad at communicating, herself. She was sent to go deliver messages to Megatron from Longarm until the events of the show. She turns into a Honda jet. And is a really big fan of Shockwave!

Drawing challenge under cut:

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Get away from the walls.

( @quibble-auk I tried, PLEASE let me know how out of character this is for Sunrazor. Or in character if I'm feeling chipper. Maybe this isn't too rushed feeling, I hope you enjoy it. TW. Gore, Sunrazor, Comet Eater.) (Not beta read)(Also, if you happen to be reading this, the scary lady belongs to quibble as tagged above!!! GO LOOK her arts and writing is the cool!!)

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She shouldn't have had to come along. As Sunrazor meandered she hardly held her jaw clicked shut. This wasn't a mess she needed to have her hands in, yet she traversed the broken mine carrying two engineers in tow. Because there had been an extra bot a cycle ago. As the group shuffled past old dead equipment and rotten shells, they kept their red shiny optics open for their runaway. Curlshaft had disappeared off one of the sights marked off from redistribution and overall digestion of equipment, Sunrazor couldn't care less about the scrawny rustbucket bot. But, his disappearance could lead to worse things than just a death. “What if it was a defection? An autobot siege upon the already low moral in the engineers..” It had been whispered through the subservient tumbled maws of her higher ups.

Curlshaft, though not high in rank nor in firepower, held high intelligence and a genuine sway among the “recruited” engineers.

Such as the two bots now trailing Sunrazor.

“Commander, we.. we passed our toe hook!” 

Sunrazor was moments from counting this hash of a mission as a loss. She clenched her teeth and forced one sharp breath before whipping to glower at the small ratty mech who had piped up. Jawsnap flinched under the intensity of his superior’s gaze and lights. Said high beams had almost been comforting going through the twisted slick of a mineshaft, now it seared and burned. “What?” Grounding out past her shadow of a face,  Jaw almost choked. “O-our toe! It's ughm what we used a landmark ughm for when we- go lower into the shaft..where ugh..” Patience thinning and already on the edge of just stomping the pitiful mech into goo, Sunrazor allowed a harsh snarl of her engine. It effectively shut her guide up, making his partner flinch lower than a dying scraplet. “What Jaw means Commander, is that the cavern seems to have,” he breathed deeply, his friend nodding hard enough to dislodge his helm, if Sunrazor didn't do it first. “Shifted due to the destabilization of cybertrons mid layer-” Garble and more nonsense Sun had no interest in. This ramble when he finished only explained the very obvious. She and the two baggage claims were lost in a crumbling tunnel. Trying to find a corpse. Which she had already spent far too much time doing to begin with. Sunrazor felt her cannon heat as the frustration began to bubble and split her processor. She was coated in dust, one of her lights were cracked, and stuck with two soft armored brainiacs that have no sense of direction. In a tunnel three sizes too small for her.

Another growl escaped her, she couldn't help but wonder if she could say the engineers fell down a pit. In pieces. As if trying to save the situation, the silver bot who distinctly lacked a stutter suggested, “We could turn back, it mustn't be too far.” The mech nodded back squinting in the lights adorning Sunrazor like a bird of paradise’s plumage. Said bird forced a hard vent, staring out into the dark of the cave. Engine already hot and her need to just gut the two mechs leaching into any orders she received. With a sharp snarl she turned to see two bright lights hanging over Jawsnap. Helm turned and her light illuminating the other side of the passage, she turned her frame to catch his helm being crushed in a mass of teeth and flesh.

 Battle programming activation took only moments. It slowed the descent of the rather cybertronian face from the dark, it highlighted the split of said face stretching and widening its jaw. Like a flower blooming, thousands of teeth emerged. By the time her lights snapped and her battle programming gained a foothold, that mess of teeth and spilt energon was dragging a limp engineer up the cave wall. She managed a shot missing completely. “Get away from the walls!” She shoved herself back towards the middle of the room snatching a now shellshocked mech with her. SunRazor’s processor whirled and snarled, calculating the angle in which the thing had dragged itself up into the pitch black. Her lights slithered up along the ceiling catching nothing. If what the engineers said was true, she couldn’t just shoot or this section of the mine may come down on them.

The sound of ripping metal and half awake screams tore through the air, the cave warping the noises of agony into a chorus. She squinted hard trying to keep the screams from distracting her sensors. Then the cries of a caught newspark grew to be duetted by the sounds of eating. Her tanks roiled in the realization. In the tight space she could only move so much, getting away and at a safe distance was impossible. Sunrazor had learned before that you don’t fight in too close of combat with what was slurping and ripping out the insides of her charge.

A bright blue illuminated above the trio as a rain of energon dropped down above them. The life blood getting in her optics and coating her lights. She caught a glimpse of the grotesque face and the spark, still alive and beating, slipping down its wet throat. Sunrazor fired. Jawsnap screamed loud and hard as the rocks began to slip and crack, and his friend’s mangled corpse dropped with a wet thud. Along with the mangled energon covered monster. It stood only for a moment, its long organic legs bowed in a crouch and its serene face painted in gore.  Its wet eyes narrowed in a glare at Sunrazor, recognition clear. Sunrazor only smiled, winked, and blew its side open. It was up in the metaphorical rafters in moments but from the rain of its familiar yellow blood she knew she had hit home. Jackjaw stood frozen staring at the corpse of his friend, and then screamed again. His guardian snarled in distaste, realizing she didn't have time to get reacquainted with her old friend. “Move.” Jack jaw only choked on a sob, dribbles of energon dripping from his mouth as he purged his tanks. Sunrazor had no time for such grief. She threw him down the length of the cave with a yell, plating flaring. “I SAID MOVE.” Sunrazor let out a couple warning shots in the direction of the yellow pool as the cave began to heave. As if wanting nothing more than to puke them out from causing its innards so much pain.

 Her lights painted the cave in a sickly pink as she tore back up the shaft. Exhilaration warmed her as she kept up with the creature in the dark, laughing when it got a good strike on her face. She returned it by slamming the amalgamation into the craggy cave wall. It quickly stuck its clawed hand into a deep pocket of her armour, her arm spasmed as it wiggled out from under her. She caught the fear however. “Frightened little one?!” She roared, firing after its blood trail, “Good, I can smell it!” A snap made her roar as one of her lights was ripped from its sockets. A whisper gentle as a breeze flashes along her audials. It was a heaved breath of rage. Another hot plunge of her battle computer had her ramming her back into the wall. She missed. A claw caught her left optic. A flash of the smell she associated with her prey. Then it was gone again. Sunrazor screamed in rage at the agony in her senses. The agony snitched itself to an unbridled snap of satisfaction.

 She could see she had almost made it to the main tunnel, a quick scan saw the engineer was gone. Good. She stopped venting a blast of steam. Her inner workings blazing in the thrill of a challenge. “Little thing,” her voice purred over the echo of the cave, her optics chasing the drops of its life. “You’re not shy now are you?” A hiss, a shot. Sun razor smiled softly at the thunk and harsh scream. She turned her helm to the sound, bright optics shining demonically past the machinery. “You need practice, you’re too loud.” She waltzed toward the heap that breathed cloying breaths, “Didn’t those autobots teach you anything?” She crouched easily over the thing, face plate cruel as it was thoughtful. The thing made the valiant effort to snarl, she snatched up his neck before he could finish. Gasping and whimpering it clawed weakly at her large hand,  meanwhile Sunrazor studied its face. It was young obviously, young and so full of potential. She had caught those traits when she had her first encounter, and her second. Her frame burned with reminders of all the wounds this creature had inflicted, and in such a short time. “You're a wily little thing, sad you're being wasted.” She murmured this mostly to herself, her fingers moving to cradle the thing’s face. It stiffened as she turned its head back and forth, almost gentle. She slowly contemplated how it would be to have this creature as a dog. It would be quite the project. Sunrazor  lifted it by its soft young face plate, it howled in pain at the motion. “What do you think about that? I could teach you how to keep this from happening.”

It stared at her swathed in fear. “Since your masters back home sent you here, I assume they thought you were strong enough to do what was needed, hm?” She leaned close to the creature as it whimpered. “Or maybe, little one, they decided you were too much trouble and named me to put you down.” It winced. Sunrazor smiled gently, perfect. “What if I told you, I could make you strong enough to never be pinned again?” She saw it, the flash of thought. The crack. The pain. The doubt. Sunrazor smirked at the mind killer. “Now- AGH-!” Pain exploded in her already hurt optic as the thing had the gall to swipe at her. She squeezed, her once gentle fingers bruising and cutting flesh. “Fine,” She reared back to slam its helm into the rock, a good way to neutralize such a rodent.  It responded by snapping her own helm back with, a wing? The extra appendage blinded her already limping optics. In seconds claws found her face, and raked. She screamed as energon poured down her front. Unable to see or stabilize herself she felt it run. Sunrazor slammed a fist in a vain attempt to catch the now winged beast, but she met only rock. Wind from the thing’s escape bathed her face, and then it was gone. She stood quickly and listened intently. Turning slowly, before slamming her other fist into the rock. 

She had let it get away again.

[howifeltabouthim]

'I thought it would be fun.' Fun? It was an odd word to use, but it wasn't about theft, was it? It was about playing a game, fooling people. She was a serial liar who loved a long con, loved taking risks. A charming sociopath.

Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook

[superkitten-poison]

is there a lute good luck babe edit out there? there must be. there should be.

[purrassicjet]

Aro Sandra Lynn.

That's all

[rgbfall]

Killed a faceless in iwatex and remembered why I love this game

[birb--birb]

Savrin de Riva, spellblade crow and certified Short King