#hohohohoho

[ugartecoco]

[albatris]

my mum has actually listened to the rentalcar playlist and I am Charmed and Delighted. in the car today she was like "oh I heard a song that would be perfect for your soundtrack!!" except she forgot what it was called but that's fine!! and not only has she listened to the playlist, she said she knew the song she heard wasn't already on the playlist because she didn't recognise it. so she's listened to it a LOT

+1 to our social link

[tillandbed-travelingvlog]

Bill and Ted going to Russia?

bill and ted are in moscow, russia! it's just like that one song, dude!!!

[spiderpupware]

[corrupteddoodles]

EVERYONE SHUT UP

IVE BEEN INVITED TO SEND MY ART IN TK BE DISPLAYED AT SCHOOL

I AM SO EXCITED

[waterlogged-detective]

ehehehehehe

[brown-little-robin]

WIP collage game

rules: make a photo collage based on your current (or favorite!) WIP and post it, then tag someone else!

wip title: Clown World!

nice tag game, Lu! tagging @bluesidedown and @thatfriendlyanon!

[bougiebutchbitch]

(starcee anON) HOLY SHIT? LMAO? I LOVE THAT SO MUCH???? your response was better than i expected tbh i was sitting here thinking "oh nooo they're gonna think i'm so weird for asking such a random tfp ship question" ajsdjsfdsfk i would sincerely love to read that first chapter anytime that you are comfortable sharing it! you obviously dont have to commit to the long fic unless if u absolutely wanted to, i know its difficult to keep up with long fics just in general. and take it from me as someone with adhd and autism i know you cant, like, force a hyperfixation to stay at a certain level for a certain period of time in order to actually Make Things for said hyperfixation, let alone gather the energy for even Making the Things. i am but a friendly neighborhood anon simply showing my very strong support for starcee fucking if you ever wanted to grace us with it <3

sdkfghjgfsdg you are a DELIGHT! I would be all too happy to share - though alas, I have so many projects on my plate I can't guarantee this one will ever get finished. But a teaser-taster for you, dear Starcee nonnie!

Super messy and unedited....

FATE MISNAMED

There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed – Napoleon Bonaparte (I’ve always felt that he and Starscream have something in common…)

ARCEE KNOCKS UP STARSCREAM, hatefrag to grudging friendship with kid on the side.

It was the second tight-band communication burst in as many human months. The difference was, this time Arcee wasn’t the only bot online to receive it.

“Starscream,” said Ratchet, loading that designation with every ounce of frustration the mech deserved.

Arcee froze, spark skipping an entire spin.

Frag. Not again.

The silo interior abruptly lit with the targeting systems of her HUD. Her intakes raced; her plating clutched tight to her protoform. Her optics clicked, zooming in to a sharper degree of focus, as if she were about to transform blasters and fire. Battle protocols online.

Damn him. Damn him. Had it taken the glitch only one of this planet’s moon-cycles to renege on their deal? That they would never speak of what had happened, ever again?

:What does he want?: beeped Bee.

Bulkhead snorted, lumbering over from where he’d been helping Miko with her latest art project – something about releasing the inner child through finger-painting, which Arcee suspected Miko only chose because one of Bulk’s digits alone was enough to blot her entire canvas. “Lemme guess. He wants to trade intel again.”

Ratchet scanned the message, frown ossifying onto his faceplates. “No,” he said, slowly.

“Arcee?” she heard Jack say, as if from a distance. “Are you…?”

“It says,” Ratchet continued, his narrow blue gaze swinging ominously to settle upon her, “that he wants to talk. With you.”

The rest of the conversation washed over Arcee like the flares of solar radiation that prickled your mesh when your shuttle flew too close to a dying star. Bulkhead, trying to crack a joke about how he knew Starscream was stupid, but he’d never pegged him for suicidal. Bumblebee, nervously twittering that they couldn’t really be considering letting her go alone. Ratchet, muttering half-hearted threats about blocking that frequency band entirely. Jack, saying her name with worry apparent in his voice, while Miko suggested an imaginative array of possibilities for how this could be a trap.

And Optimus, studying her with his usual even expression. Impassive. Unjudging.  

Arcee sure hoped that lasted.

“I’ll go,” she growled, stepping over Jack as she stalked towards the activation rings of the Groundbridge. “He sent coordinates?”

Ratchet pinged them across. Bumblebee beeped that he would be waiting to provide back-up, Bulkhead shushed Miko when her suggestions of what Arcee ought to do to Starscream became violently graphic, and Optimus said nothing at all.

Oh, Arcee was so fragged.

She sent Jack one last reassuring smile, doing her best to disguise the whirling anger in her spark. Her hate for Starscream – that conniving, vicious excuse for one of Primus’s children – was too furious to be contained by her form. Then she stepped into the swirling groundbridge vortex, passing in a single step from the warm-lit silo interior to the forest where she and Starscream had last clashed.

The forest was much as she had left it. Cold, dark. Gloomy in an organic sort of way.

Dead pine needles crunched beneath her pedes. Pesky things; she’d have to spend an hour coaxing them out with a pair of medical tweezers upon her return. Yet another way in which Starscream managed to make her life a torment, through his mere existence.

There was something eerie about walking on dead organic matter, especially when it formed a fuzzy green carpet atop regolith made from yet more compacted dead organic matter, on which the currently living organic matter fell. The circle of life, as Jack had once tried to explain it, with an accompanying movie that re-enacted a modern play from a few hundred years’ back with cartoon lions. Arcee wasn’t buying it. After all, Cybertronians managed to reproduce without needing to consume either the literal flesh of other sentient beings, or plant matter that drew nutrients from corpses.

Still, whatever the humans’ perturbing foibles, they had proven themselves to be kind, warm-hearted, and deserving of Arcee’s respect. Unlike some bots she could name.

One such bot was the only piece missing from this familiar scene. Last time, he’d been curled by that stump there, optics shuttered from the pain, barely discernible from the shadows but for the quiver of his wings.

Bring medical kit, the message had read. Come alone.

Arcee, being the only insomniac to walk through the command hub at the late hour when the message came through, had obeyed the latter directive.

Still, Starscream must’ve begged treatment from somewhere – Knock Out, perhaps. From what little intelligence Arcee could gather on the intricacies of the Decepticon hierarchy, he was one of the only mechs who could tolerate his ex-Commander in concentrated doses.

Either way, Starscream stood now, the slice on his leg (MECH, he had whimpered, making his optics fill his face in an attempt to extort her pity. Then, because he would never not be a slave to his own pride: A lucky shot, you understand) healed to a nanite-glittering scar. He faced away from her, wings spread at their fullest extent, hands clasped behind his narrow back. As, she imagined, a Decepticon XO had once presided over the Nemesis’s bridge. As he had stood and waited for Cliffjumper to be dragged before him…

Her fist curled, but the accompanying rage was muted. Not lessened, merely quietened for a while, as her processor replayed the last time that back was presented to her.

Turn around, for frag’s sake. The last thing I want to see is your pathetic face.

He’d done it, too. Scoffing, scowling, rolling his optics to the sky. But he’d turned. And she’d dug her digits into his winglets (fluttering with imperious affront before her face) followed swiftly by her teeth…

Mistake. A mistake, nothing more. A fumbling, furious thing, borne of frustration and spark-guttering hatred, a need to ram their fists into each other’s faces that had fragmented under pressure into a different mode of physicality. One she had no intention of repeating.

She’d hoped Starscream felt the same. But, considering the circumstances of this second summons, perhaps the record needed setting straight, and they could return to the face-punching part again.

Arcee raised her chin. “Turn around,” she demanded – then winced at the unintentional call-back to things best left forgotten. “If you have the nerve to summon me like some organic pet, the least you could do is look me in the optics.”

Starscream laughed. It had never been a pleasant sound, but his stint as an exile had done him no favors. His throat sounded sandpapered, as if he’d been crying. Or, more likely, drinking impure energon.

“Trust me,” he grated, pivoting on one long, slender leg. Arcee had never been attracted to lightweight-class fliers. Too skinny, too elongated, like a handful of metal splinters plucked from a crash-site that Primus had bound together and breathed into life. But there was a certain grace to their movements she could appreciate. Even hampered on land, walking on a layer of mulched humus that was disconcertingly squishy underfoot, Starscream maintained his balance as if it was as effortless as intakes and ex-vents. This was especially impressive, considering he had his chest plates open. The plating fanned out to either side, evoking the uncomfortable image of a victim on MECH’s operating table. “You want to see this even less.”

For once in his regrettably long and deservedly miserable lifespan, Starscream was right.

Arcee stared.

Arcee shook her helm.

Starscream, grimly, nodded.

Arcee shook her helm some more, and waited for the purge-order pop-ups to fill her HUD before dismissing them with a mental flick.

No. No. It couldn’t be. They’d used and abused each other for the better part of a joor (Admittedly, Arcee had done the predacon’s share of the abusing. She might’ve felt bad about afterwards were it not for how vocally Starscream had liked it). But the merge? It had been blessedly short. Barely ten klikkas had passed between the seeker tantalizing her with a vibrant, volcanic sliver of sparklight, and her realizing this was a pit-damned, Primus-forsaken, Optimus-shaming idea.

A merge involved more than the spark, after all. Or rather, the spark was more than just the glowing nodule of life-force that resided in each Cybertronian’s chest cavity. It was their essence. Their thoughts, their fears, the slimy little ambitions that crept through the cracks in their psyche, their ecstasy, their physical bliss. Their remorse and regret – and their jarring, tank-wrenching lack of it.

Arcee hadn’t intended to scan for what Screamer had felt, as he drove his talons into Cliffjumper’s spark. Her only thought had been to slake this twisting, snarling scratch of claws in her belly, her urge to pin him and bite him and (egged on by his breathy, delirious chant of yes, yes, oh yes, Primus) hurt.

She’d found that memory in his mind, regardless. And in that moment, she’d known that the bot she was fragging was every bit the monster she’d always accused him of being.

But now that monster stood before her, chestplates once again bared from his spark. Or rather, his sparks.

Dear Primus on high.

“They’re yours,” said Starscream. “In case you were wondering.”

He sounded horribly accusative.

If Arcee left her mandible dangling much longer, oral washer fluid would start to leak.

“Frag,” she said.

Starscream sneered. “Yes,” he said, shutting his spark casing with a vicious snap. “Unfortunately, we already did.”

[snopiah]

lol what if they do bring the eggs back, but they’re not the “same” anymore and is fully “rewired” with The Fed claiming they’re the same eggs.

[glitzybunny]

I love my moots, ya'll make me giggle and kick my legs ehehehehheeh sbicjdisjfidjsHAHAHSHAGHSJDJDN

[nvrcmplt]

lmaoooooo florent and kranz (krorent??? kraflo????? idk but yeah them), and ofc our sane ship, jirogetsu.

Kids Meme - Not Accepting ♥

► Name: Yuzu Ugetsu-Fuji ► Gender: Female ► General Appearance:

Yuzu stands at 5'6 fully grown, short cut strands with blue highlights. Blue eyes from her birth mother and fair skin. Thin lips and a rounded face, she's mastered the skill of making herself look as androynous without really trying the more she grew. Slender and firm, she's got long arms and short legs but still masters her talents in dancing and performing.

Her fashion consists of the classic tomboy garments, big jackets over slender fitting shirts and baggy pants or chinos. Bucket hats seem to be her true calling even if Ugetsu is against them.

She's a faster learner also, making her fashion years a whirlwind of tends but over time she's settled down from throwing things together to actually be rather personal with her style.

► Personality:

Passionate in looks, fashion and music. Yuzu took the world by storm - a beautiful healthy baby adopted by two very happy parents in a loving relationship. The duo, adopted Yuzu from the Hospital after the Mother who gave birth to her agreed to allowing them to take the offspring. The Mother, a great friend of Jiro's and a frequent customer at his Izakaya, have been in talks since she became pregnant. She wasn't ready - didn't want a family like this, was about to start University thus as she was too far gone for an abortion, Jiro gave her the option.

Allow him to have the baby to love and take care of so she could continue with her life.

It was a long talk, a longer planning, with Ugetsu in his arms and conversations spread over the months. It was finalised to the day. Jiro and Ugetsu got to hold their newest little angel and from there, the world was shaken by the storm that she was.

Yuzu was not a quiet child, rambustious and a creature known as a gremlin. She knew how to make Jiro bend to give her sweets, how to annoy Ugetsu just enough before he explodes to where she runs off. She plays the violin with the grace of an ogre and eats with her hands. Many a times, did Jiro laugh until he cried in his silent bubble but it was shared with Ugetsu's own laughter and hers soon joining in.

Yuzu grew with ease, tomboy through and through, scrapped knees, grass stains, loud and no fear in jumping over rocks in a river. She grew with ease, boys for friends over girls, lived in luxury of her own room, dogs in and out from Jiro's adoption and rehoming training but mostly with the freedom to learn herself through her hobbies. Yuzu thrives of being herself and her parents did little to hinder that.

► Special Talents:

Her talents recede in fashion and dance - Jiro's ballet medals peaked her interest as a child and knowing the scene, Jiro dismissed the focus to instead take her to children dance classes where they try out all styles. Yuzu instantly got into the break dancing and JPOP style of dances.

Ballet was fun for a while but after a few videos on youtube at how strict things could get, she never presued it and Jiro only offered some advice about it. Knowing that her Dad messed up his knee from the practice and rough conditions, she was steered away with a hope it wasn't something they were too passionate about. Luckily - Jiro's words got through to her and her passion moved to dancing more freely.

Her dancing took her to a new height during her teens to that of a Dance Studio for backing dancing in music videos.

► Who they like better: Strangely Ugetsu, she likes to hang out with him in quiet times and just listen to him play his violin whenever he does. ► Who they take after more: Jiro, his playfulness rubbed off on her thus they both know how to press Ugetsu's buttons to make him crumble for affection and attention. ► Personal Head canon: Yuzu and her birth mother are in contact after a while and it was rather nice to meet in person once in a while. Yuzu understood her Mother's views and doesn't judge her too harshly but asks if they can be in touch all the time which was agreed. Jiro and Ugetsu enjoy the time they share and have no worries of said Mother wanting custody again. ► Face Claim: Shogo Yamato from Paradox Live Visty

► Name: Leon Krantz ► Gender: Male ► General Appearance:

Long hair, shameless about it too. Blond-ish brown at it's darkest. Reaches his mid-back. Wide eyes with red irises, hidden with contact lenses though since it's a hassle to explain them. Pale skintones with pigment patches of whiter-then-white on his back and shoulders. All legs!

You could say Leon's a beauty like no other, turning heads and making folks want to take out their cameras for a snap. He is gorgeous through and through with a soft halo of gold around him at all times, though he won't explain why that is. He's a magnet for attention in the best of ways but also bothered by it too.

He is rather tall, around 5' 11 without thick heels and often walks as if he is going down the cat walk out of habit.

► Personality:

Like Florent, he is an airhead - a little out of it in sorts of what he should really be involved in. More often than not, Leon will not know what's going on in the world if he isn't literally there to see it in real time. Almost a famous blindness to issues that don't have anything to do with him and he'll make sure people know about it when he does clock on.

He isn't stupid, just a level of 'dumb' that makes people ask if he's okay when he's not at all paying attention to a literal bar fight behind him or something of the likes. It's not that he wasn't aware of the things happening, just that he has an endless fearlessness to it all - especially if it is dangerous in any nature.

That being said, when he does observe, he looks into every darn detail, able to easily pick things and people apart from the smallest of issues he found in their person or the surrounding happenings. It's rather vile how quickly his mind can fixate, and his words wrapped in bored venom could tear someone down to the bone.

Still, overall, he's a pleasant person to be around. Elegant and rich, just a person that'll buy you a thing without a thought more for money as he's rich out the ass and just wants to hang out whilst also being that friend that'll turn up first to help out in a situation he's noticed or been called to come help in.

► Special Talents:

Vampire and Seraphim, what is he? He doesn't really know personally. But he's something strange, he doesn't need to feed on blood if ever, but he holds everything about a vampire in his veins. Florent once made a comment about his white patches being where his wings should have been and it's never left his head since. Krantz just says be safe.

► Who they like better: Both, he was rather cherished as an offspring, held by Krantz the most but spoken to more by Florent. The family they made was pretty weird in all reality, but the love was there under the obsession on both sides. ► Who they take after more: Florent ► Personal Head canon: Leon is a Vampire that feeds on Faith. Thus, his blood intake never triggers, but his hunger increased tenfold around those with a strong faith. He consumes that faith, making them either loss it all or renew it with more prayer. ► Face Claim: Jooyoung KI from K's Secret

[lilyrose-terraharuka]

Oh man, Destiny tag is being kinky tonight I see? >:3

Looks like I'm not the only one who's wants to bang or get banged by characters they like.

(Including me, I don't mind getting [REACTED] by the Vanguards)

You're welcome.

[xiolette]

omg i'll be able to put in All of my twilight town headcanons with this fic

[theropodtheroblogs]

you'll never guess what I've been watching

[box-iii]

(3 magic anons in my ask box.... 2 telling me to turn box back into an object and 1 telling me to give them more time..... where do i go...the light or the dark, which should i listen to the angel or the devil)

[this-potato]

Centurion: So, were you able to escape from that fat beast Obelix unharmed?

Legionary:...Yes...*still hasn't realized it*

Centurion: My brawe baby boy *chu*

Centurion: Not a word about this to anyone

Legionary:...Yes... *no longer understand what’s going on*

Random Roman Soldier x Random Centurion? YES!! because no one can stop me from drawing this