#fuck canon tbh

[agent-mm-25]

Tbh I was not convinced about that trans Regulus hc at first... But now I wrote a cute lil poem about my favorite boi and all. That's it, that's the post.

[sol-the-otter]

~My Hero~

Self indulgent OC lore!

A story of a Jedi and his medic.

Sol wasn't his name then, but his prior name is lost to the sands of time.

The Jedi fingered the simple pendant that hung around his neck as he flew through hyperspace on their return to Utapau. It was one of a few necklaces that he never removed, and he would unconsciously play with it often. All of them bore an intense significance to Sol, but this was the most important thing he owned. He would sooner give up his saberstaff than this small shard of plastoid armor. He still wasn't sure where it had been obtained, but he had his ideas....

He rubbed his thumb once again across the rough carving in the pendant, a set of four numbers carved in painstakingly, that meant everything to the former jedi. 6116. As in CT-6116, the clone medic Kix, of the 501st battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. His eyes closed, cutting off unshed tears as he again slipped back into memories.

~~ some years earlier~~

Ahkeema placed a hand gently on Sol's shoulder, "my padawn, you are ready for this. You've got the finest soldiers under your command, and you know how to lead. These boys would follow you into an active volcano if you let them"

Sol smiled at his master and friend. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh Master Sukrii? And be careful, don't jinx me!" They shared a laugh as he loaded onto the gunships that would take them to the front lines....

Sol had recently turned 18, and it was his first solo mission with the 413th Company. Scout, his soft spoken and trustworthy Lt, helped him lead and the fighting was fierce. They had been dispatched as back up to help supplement the 501st in this battle, and had helped to turn the tide.

Despite their efforts, the battle was still brutal and Sol and a dozen or so troopers had been separated from the main force of their company. Sol didn't know how they'd been separated, which was a problem in and of itself that he would worry about later. He pushed his growing shame and disappointment away and focused on keeping himself and his squad alive for the moment, as they were pushed farther and farther into the ravine.

As they were backed up against a far wall, Sol defended his beloved troopers with his saber, falling deep into the Force; as his boys fired from behind. The droids fell, but not fast enough. Somewhere behind, he felt the explosion of a grenade, and heard Scout cry out as the clone collapsed unceremoniously into a heap behind him. Sol screamed in rage, flinging his arm out, pushing back the front line of droids and disrupting the line, as he kept marching forward. Twitch, the squads medic ran to his side to make sure he was still breathing, shooting droids the entire time. Sol could distantly hear one of the men giving coordinates and calling for help, but it was drowned out by constant blaster fire.

The conflict must only have taken minutes, but it felt like hours as their strength and resolve flagged, and the droids seemed neverending. Sol was hit in the shoulder, and while the shot was blocked by armor, it hit hard enough to deaden his arm instantly, the impact shattering his collarbone, and his saber clattered to the dirt.

Falling to his knees, he grabbed the still lit saber with his left hand, and attempted to keep deflecting shots away from the troopers, but it was getting much harder to do through the pain. He took another shot to the side, and heard another of his troopers cry out. It was nearly over, but Sol', the Jedi and future Mandalorian, would fight to the death for his men if necessary.

"I am one with the force, the force is with me." He repeated the mantra that his master had taught them long ago, in what felt like a galaxy far far away.

Moments or perhaps hours later, the battle ended. Sol heard the sweet sounds of DC-17 fire coming in from behind the droids, and saw the bright white and blue of the 501st as they mowed down the opposition from behind. He sighed in deep relief, battered body shuddering in pain, saber lowering slowly to the ground before it deactivated, as he saw their knights in shining, scuffed armor coming to their aid, lead by the always impressive captain Rex. Sol's eyes glazed over as the adrenaline fled his body and the pain from his injuries took over, and he saw the medic dash forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

"My hero." His shaky voice whispered out, as his eyes slipped closed and his thoughts went dark.

Sol awoke some time later, in the medbay of the transport ship, sore and exhausted, but alive.

"Welcome back" said the soft voice of the medic, as he turned towards them, holding a datapad, and Sol was met with the warmest brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm Kix, CT-6116" the man paused with a smile, "how are you feeling?"

(And then the Republic never fell and order 66 didnt happen and everyone lived happily ever after...... 🙃)

[homeofwyrm]

my art for @ianthesmells ;). Prompt was "cunty outfit" (although I realized as I was doing this idk what a true cunty fit is lol)

Companion piece HERE

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[torchvic]

diavolo and the kitten he saved original post

[sunnymainecoon]

How many people witnessed softie food addict horror who needed something in his mouth or he would actively kill and turn to cannibalism 🧍‍♀️ or was that just me.... anyways honestly it was silly.. he'd maybe get along with cook horror... I just like fanon crossovers guys*sadge

Anyways canon horror is also silly(really silly. What an asshole, man)(no seriously he's actually such an asshole.. I might love him for that but-) I don't think he would get along with the others(loser)

[aeb-art]

somebody's probably done this before but,,, i made an edit

original below vvv

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[splickedylit]

moggettt asked: Hey!! For art suggestions, possibly a Mike Chilton? Love that burner boi;; (I've been listening to Underdog by Kasabian and it has big motorcity vibes 🔥)

Yes!!!! Ah! My boy!!!!!! I saw a clip from Motorcity again the other day and it was Mike just cheerfully hopping backwards out of a window many stories up apparently just on the cheerful assurance that he'd figure something out on the way down, and. I love this fucking doofus. What a good main character lmao

Bonus: wet >>>>:(

[peteytheparrot]

Saw a post that was like ‘When Ford had to erase his brothers mind he also had to kill Bill, so he was losing two people he cared about at once :(‘ Girl y’all are missing the point to make Billford seem more reasonable!! Ford fucking hated Bill at that point and felt no sympathy towards him, the moment Ford went into that portal he started making a gun to kill Bill like, bro does NOT like him!! He has 30+ years of pent up rage against that man!!

[bunnieswithknives]

Is Wolf and / or Flowers in any kind of relationship? Aside from Flowers being madly in love with reckless fun, that is

No Wolf/Flowers unfortunately, the ship I have in mind is significantly more insane.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3

rambles:

SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle

SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles

yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!

but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!

i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!

i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!

it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"

i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!

but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[penofwildfire]

The lighthouse scene always felt so hopeless to me

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Sapphic Disco Week, Day 6: "But What If It Was Yuri?"

Lena and Mireille, lesbians in their 70s exploring the vanishingly rare marvels of the world together, excuse me im cri

[cannibalovers]

we know practically nothing about Will's childhood but we do know that he retracted his balls once carrying a stolen watermelon over a barbed wire ! valuable character arc information