#i thought about some of these on the spot lmao

[oleandequill]

The Prime from Another Universe - Chapter 1 (SG TFOne AU)

And this is how I cope after those storyboards.

I am coping by making a new Shattered Glass AU series.

I never said it was a healthy coping mechanism lmao

This is different from "Did I Ever Really Know You?" and "Shattered Reflections" since this one is primarily inspired by the storyboard actually showing that D-16 had the dream of going on an off world expedition (which broke my heart). Actually, the entire storyboard broke my heart.

And while it's weird that I'm coping by writing Shattered Glass, it's my comfort continuity and I really really love Shattered Glass Megatron.

He just wanted to go on an off world expedition, damn it. I'm letting him fly skskskks

Also! Huzzah, finally POVs that aren't just Megatron or Optimus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61988845/chapters/158518177

In his many cycles as Commander of the High Guard, Starscream has had to deal with many issues.

He had handled traitors and defectors.

He had handled wars.

He had handled the worst of the thirteen Primes.

He had kept those under his command alive on the surface for fifty cycles after their self-exile from Iacon.

He had - though with the help of the Autobots and the Prime - stopped the fighting between Cybertronians and the Quintessons.

Somehow, all of those pale in comparison to his current dilemma.

“Megatron… your visits are always welcome… but, please explain, who is that?”

Honestly, it was as though the universe itself had conspired to give him a sparkling on top of his duties as a Commander.

But Megatron was not a sparkling.

Though his choices at times really made Starscream consider whether the mech had hit his helm too many times during his period as a miner.

Starscream let out a vent as he approached the white-framed mech who struggled to hold an unconscious Prime. Megatron had slung one of the Prime’s arms over his shoulder pad, a servo gripping at the other mech’s waist to keep him from collapsing.

“Did you send him through a space bridge?”

Another thing about Megatron that reminded Starscream of a sparkling is the blatant disrespect he usually showed his elders.

Trying to keep his processor from overheating as his question was left unanswered, Starscream chose to give the younger mech his response. “No. The Prime must have used the space bridge himself, though why he wanted to go off world is beyond me.”

Megatron’s blue optics flickered towards the unconscious mech, “I found him on a desolate planet.”

“You couldn’t have left him there? He could return to Iacon on his own.” Starscream tried not to roll his optics, it was unbecoming - even if he at times wanted to show the same level of attitude that Megatron showed him.

“He looked injured and…” The white mech bit his bottom derma, gesturing with his free servo at the Prime. “His paint, it’s different. I don’t see the crack in the headlights either.”

“He got a repaint and new repairs, so what?” He knew where this conversation was going.

When he had agreed to let Megatron go off world after they had defeated the Quintessons, he thought the ache in his processor would finally go away. Somehow, the young mech has found new ways to give Starscream a sparkattack.

“I was hoping you could spare some medical supplies… just until he onlines again.” Megatron’s voice was low, vocoder straining with the weight of his words. “I would have taken him to Iacon but…”

“They’ll kill you on the spot, I know.” Starscream shook his helm, gesturing for Megatron to enter the Decepticon base. “We will give him medical assistance, then we need to remove him from the base for the safety of everyone.”

He shouldn’t be allowing this.

Megatron was lucky that Starscream had quite the softspark for him.

—

“Negative: Nope.”

“Soundwave, what do you mean ‘nope’?!”

“Repeat: this is not Optimus Prime. My cameras don’t lie, Starscream. Prime’s still in Iacon plotting his next evil move.” Soundwave shrugged his shoulder pads, relaxed despite the strange situation. He turned to look over at the unconscious mech currently restrained on the medical berth.

He had to say, the blue was definitely a better color on him than the purple.

Oh right, Starscream wanted him to focus.

“Declaration: Whoever Megs picked up, this is not the Prime we know.” He thought about it more. “Question: Hey, you think the Prime has a twin or something?”

“As if one Prime isn’t bad enough.” Starscream grumbled, placing a servo on the medical berth. His blue optics were closed tight, and from where Soundwave stood, he could almost hear the cogs turning in the other mech’s processor.

“Joke: Calm down, we wouldn’t want you to get checked over by the medics either.” Soundwave let out a small laugh, which earned him a glare from Starscream. “Suggestion: We wait until this mech’s awake and ask him who he is.”

“That’s precisely what we’ll do. We’ll need to keep him restrained until we can determine his threat level. I’ll assign a member to watch over him. Until then…” Underneath the visor, Soundwave’s optics followed as Starscream began to pace the length of the medical bay. “Where’s Megatron?”

“Answer: Outside. You told him he wasn’t allowed to come in until you gave the order.” Honestly, he found it adorable how protective Starscream was over the younger mech. Unbeknownst to his commander, Soundwave kept a lot of videos of the two’s interactions. If Starscream wasn’t going to save the memories, then Soundwave would. “Suggestion: Maybe stop being overprotective. Megs can handle himself.”

“I am not overprotective!” He could almost see the smoke rising from Starscream’s helm. “I just think he should stay away from Primes considering his past relationship with one!”

“Answer: Whatever you say, commander.” He moved past Starscream, reaching for the door button, the door panels sliding open immediately.

He dodged just in time to avoid the incoming collision.

As predicted, Megs toppled over to the ground.

Soundwave knew the younger mech would have been leaning against the door. He took great pride in knowing that Megs took an interest in surveillance.

Shame he chose to go off world, Soundwave would have liked to take on another apprentice.

“I volunteer! I brought him here so I can keep guard.”

“No.”

Soundwave turned his visor back to Starscream.

“Recall: My suggestion.”

“Soundwave, I am not listening to your suggestion.”

Megatron stood back up on his pedes, his blue optics wide with determination.

“Commander Starscream.”

That caught both their attention.

Soundwave was surprised. He never thought he’d hear Megatron address Starscream like that.

“He’s my responsibility, and I’m the one who asked the High Guard for this favor.” The young mech placed a servo on his chassis, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I will keep watch.”

—

When was the last time he had watched Pax in recharge?

That felt like another lifetime ago.

Megatron rested his helm on the medical berth.

This close, he could brush a servo against Pax’s face.

In recharge, he could almost pretend this was Pax.

Deep in his spark, he knew that mech was long gone.

But… this wasn’t Optimus Prime.

He had heard everything between Soundwave and Starscream.

The real Prime was in Iacon.

So who was this?

Megatron closed his optics, recalling the memory of when he’d first encountered the strange mech.

He didn’t know how far he had been from Cybertron.

He never really charted down the planets he had visited or the stars he had encountered.

Megatron had only wanted to spend his cycles off world, far from the conflict that plagued Cybertron.

Far from Optimus Prime.

Far from the mech he once loved.

It was selfish, but Pax would have encouraged that.

All he had ever wanted was to go off world.

So, after he had replicated transformation technology…

After he had gained his flying-alt… 

After the war with the Quintessons… he did.

He had seen many strange sights on his travels, finding remnants of the thirteen Primes’ war with other civilizations.

Occasionally, he would return to Cybertron to visit the High Guard and restock on energon, but most of the time he was off world.

On this particular journey, he had stumbled upon a desolate planet with a space bridge. A remnant of some forgotten war between Cybertronians and what lifeform had once existed there.

Megatron had taken a moment to rest, leaning his backplate against the space bridge. It was then that he realized that the metal was hot, as though it had been recently used. He had scoured the nearby area and found the unconscious mech.

He had been terrified at first, as the mech looked like Prime, just in blue.

Then he took in the extent of the damage on the other mech’s frame, feeling a spark of pity.

He used to love him.

He had known that Starscream wouldn’t turn him away if he asked for a favor.

And he wasn’t about to let Optimus die on a desolate planet by himself.

Megatron had carried the unconscious mech over to the space bridge, typing out the coordinates for the nearest one to the Decepticon base.

And now they were both here.

Was this a punishment from Primus? It wouldn’t surprise him if it was since the god seemed to really despise him and only him.

If Starscream hadn’t reacted to the other mech’s presence, Megatron would have thought he was being haunted by a ghost.

Though, why the ghost was blue instead of purple, he didn’t know.

Giving in to the urge, he brushed a servo against the other mech’s faceplate.

“Who are you?”

As soon as his digits brushed against the metal, the mech’s optics flew open.

Two pairs of blue optics stared at one another.

Then they both screamed.

—

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, bossbot. I saw it with my own optics, D-16 came out of the space bridge with an injured mech. I was unable to get close enough but the mech didn’t appear to be anyone from the High Guard.” He could hear the disinterest in Bee’s voice, but Optimus deigned to ignore it. “Must have found an off worlder mech. Didn’t know those existed.”

“Hm.”

It was a good enough dismissal.

He heard the other mech’s fading steps behind him, the door panels shutting open and close as he was left alone in his quarters once more.

After the war with the Quintessons, the strained truce between Iacon and the banished High Guard inevitably snapped.

He acknowledged that the Quintessons were the greater threat, but Optimus Prime would not allow the High Guard to continue existing after the crimes they had committed against Cybertronians and for daring to question his authority as Prime.

For selfish reasons, he couldn’t let the High Guard exist after they had stolen his conjunx from him.

The civil war continues on, and he won’t stop until he has the helm of every High Guard member displayed on a pike for all Cybertronians to see.

And not until he gets his conjunx back.

Optimus should thank that offworlder once he formally meets them. After all, they had unknowingly brought Dee back to Cybertron.

Knowing Dee and his softspark tendencies, he would stay on Cybertron until the mech was fully recovered, which gave Optimus more time to capture his conjunx.

He had nearly stormed the High Guard base himself when he had heard the circulated rumors that Dee had gone off world.

Optimus hadn’t believed it at first.

Dee was not a selfish mech.

While he had told him, back when Optimus was still Orion Pax, that his hope was to go off world and see the stars, Dee had brushed it off as nothing more than a dream. 

They were miners, they couldn’t have dreams.

Pax had felt sorry for him.

Then he was angry on his behalf.

Still, Optimus didn’t think Dee would ever try to achieve his dream.

Such a selfless mech.

Then the civil war waged on, and Optimus realized that he hadn’t seen Dee in several astroweeks.

He had sent some surveillance mechs over to the Decepticon base.

The rumors were true.

Dee had left Cybertron.

Had left him.

But that didn’t matter.

His conjunx had come back. 

Not for him, but he knew a good opportunity when he saw one.

Once he had Dee back, well, it wouldn’t be a good reunion.

For one, Optimus would have to snap those blue wings in half.

He couldn’t have his conjunx flying off without him.

He won’t take much pleasure from grounding his conjunx, but that should send a message through Dee’s thick helm that he could never leave his Prime.

Optimus would grant him the right to fly once Dee proved himself loyal.

Now…

He had plans to make.

[messrmoonyy]

i loved ur virgin reader x arthur headcannons, i was wondering what do you think abt arthur x reader + size kink,,, everyone knows that man is built like a fucking tank. everytime i think of Arthur my mind goes brrrrr w size kink blaring like a bright light

Hello! I have many a thought. Many. May thoughts. I mention size kinks a few times throughout my Arthur uploads so let’s go.

NSFW discussions below. MDNI

I feel like with someone as fucking massive as Arthur it’s impossible not to link him with a size kink lmao. My guy is huge. And for the record, he would absolutely adore you no matter your size. Short, tall, slim, plus sized. Whatever. Odds are you’re still going to be not even remotely the size of that fucking beast of a man. ( I just feel this needs to be pointed out because far too many people write their dainty little reader inserts which is why I try keep my reader insert as blank as possible to insert yourself into. He’d love throwing you about regardless. Mwah )

He’s so often using his size to throw his weight around and scare people. He’s used to intimidating everyone he comes across. But with you he can use it in nicer ways. He wants you to remember he’s bigger, he’s stronger, so you’re safe with him, He’s gonna take care of you. Butttt he can’t help but marvel how small you seem to him. How his body completely covers yours, pinning you down and watching your cunt stretch around him? Seeing you struggle at first but then take him with such a practiced ease after some adjusting? it makes him a little a lot feral.

Likeeee. How vulnerable you are in comparison? He lives for that shit. He could snap you in half if he felt so inclined, and yet you offer yourself to him on a silver platter. The way his hands dwarf your own and he can almost wrap one around your neck completely? LH!Arthur would use it as a threat ‘ so delicate ain’t ya? Could snap you like a twig darlin ‘ ‘ sweet little thing just mine for the takin ‘. Making sure you know he’s in charge, he’s bigger than you so you better listen to him. Oh! And. On the topic of hands, he fucking loves how even his fingers can stretch you out, have you a panting whining mess as he uses those thick fingers of his could make him come on the spot.

And when it gets down to it he loves any position he can just pin you in place. Prone bone, mating press. Pulling your back up against his chest so he can wrap those damn tree trunk arms around you and hold you in place as he fucks up into you, damn near splitting you in half. Anything he can just toss you around and fold you like a rag doll and be his for the taking. And praise you through it all of course “ takin me so well darlin. Always take me so well don’t ya?”

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[spotaus]

Eyy, King Reaper and his beloved Mage Geno designs <3

[sforzesco]

Crassus, Caelius, Cicero, Catiline, Conspiracy

boy howdy these four sure are something. not featured in this soup of C names, Caesar! what on earth happened here.

Plutarch, Crassus

Sallust on Crassus, Ronald Syme

Patron and Client, Father and Son in Cicero's "Pro Caelio"

Crassus' New Friends and Pompey's Return, Eve J. Parrish

Catullus and His World, T.P. Wiseman

Cicero's Catilinarians, D.H. Berry

[kirisclangen]

Zelda

She/her, 65 moons, cis molly

[lususnatura]

just a gentle reminder that THIS is how big the spines around blamore's neck are whenever he doesn't shrink them... so, it's pretty much a surefire way for it to keep other people away from him, NGL ☠️ (unless you are trying to get poked in the eye JSJSJ / j i'm kidding, i'm kidding (,: but blamore really does have several natural defenses against any 'aggressors,' i guess you could say, and it's spines REALLY add to it's uncannyness whenever they're at full - length ).

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[we-are-inevitable]

ok so i was talking to @to-be-a-dreamer @tarantulas4davey and @carpe-diem-since-1899 about racetrack things the other day and i just thought i would dump some of those thoughts here bc i am So invested in this weird little guy

anyway i just ,, i have a lot of feelings abt jack passing the newsies onto racer once he ages out.

i feel like. charlie is the next choice, but charlie in my eyes is the same age as- if not older than- jack; if jack hadn’t been the leader of the newsboys, it definitely would have been charlie, but jack is the one who took the reins. (this age hc is mostly because of west endsies ngl.) anyway! moving on

jack and charlie have always been a team. charlie is definitely jack’s second in terms of always being there, but race is his second in terms of business- it only makes sense for race to take over when jack is gone, and i just,, i love the concept of race either not really wanting that or not really knowing how to handle that. i think, at his core, race is trying to hold onto whatever youth he has left. its why he’s always cracking jokes, despite how jaded and angry he is under the surface. he pretends not to care or else he’ll crack under the pressure, and when he cracks, it’s angry. it’s mean. his bark is as bad as his bite. so he puts on this front- this childish, snarky, comedic relief front- and he’s terrified of the implications of Being The Leader because he feels like he’ll no longer have that front to hold onto or hide behind. and it takes him a long time, i think, to realize that he doesn’t have to be exactly who Jack was- he can lead the newsboys how he sees fit, he doesn’t need to be a carbon copy of jack, because they’re fundamentally so different. and i think that is just very fun

but more on the anger, because i think it’s an interesting take that is very much represented in West Endsies- as @roideny and @jack-kellys have pointed out before:

i’m interested in the other newsies- especially albert, finch, and maybe spot- seeing that sadness and strain and anger that seems to be taking it’s place as his dominant trait. yeah. bc i think,, i think race is angry at his core, like i said. angry at his position in all of this. angry that jack left, that charlie followed, that davey was never staying in the first place, that spot still thinks of him as a kid instead of a new leader, that other burrough leaders don’t take him seriously because they know him as the jokester. angry that these kids are his kids now, and angry that his kids are still starving, still walking holes in their shoes, still shivering at night and still dying of sickness when the cold weather hits too hard. i want this race to be fucking pissed and i want everyone else to be caught off guard by it.

because, let’s be real, jack wasn’t the roughest leader. he was strong, and dependable, and not afraid to put kids in their place, but he’s still nurturing and parental. after years of being used to that, i think the newsies would struggle with Race for a while, especially as race tries to figure out his leadership style, and i think a lot of that would manifest in this anger that has been bubbling up under the surface for ages- the anger he never lets anyone see because he doesn’t want that.

race has spent anywhere from 5 to 10 years- depending on when you headcanon him to join the newsies- being the funny guy, the clown, the joker; if he’s going to earn respect, he’s going to have to take it from a few kids. lashing out and being brash- all for the sake of keeping everyone safe, of course- but he’s such a different leader than jack, and i think it would be SO fun to explore that more in post-canon works.

i feel like this post is a little disjointed and i may not be explaining things correctly, plus i haven’t actually seen west endsies yet! a lot of this is based on convos with the besties and i am just having brainrot. besties, feel free to jump in with any additions, and anyone reading this: feel free to send asks or talk in the tags <33

[seventh-district]

sometimes it’s late at night and you’re cleaning your room and you come across a few old black and white photos of a young girl and you stare at them for a long minute wondering how on earth they got lost in an old Kroger shopping bag with an unopened pack of cigarettes and a receipt dated 2017.

and you look at the girl in the pictures sat on the floor of someone’s home you don’t recognize, smiling and playing with a set of keys and a tiny part of you feels like it recognizes her but you aren’t sure.

and you flip the pictures over hoping to find some sort of annotation that would give you context and all you find is the year 1964 stamped in tiny font along the edge.

and you flip them back over and time stands still as you realize that the recognition you feel is because she looks so much like you once did and next thing you know your hands are sweating and shaking and you have to sit on the floor because you’re crying so hard because it hits you all at once that you’re looking at your mother.

[beancalzone]

[man who is so normal about his ocs voice] fuck this post happy birthday Alex and Rhys

[rushthehollow]

gonna maybe toss my 25 days of coasters onto here as well? for those who don't know it's just showing off your top 25 up until december 25th! the queue only has 4 more posts and i can just post it alongside i think. that's if i remember lmao. it can also give you guys an insight to my opinions and i'll try to talk about the ride i guess! and if you guys also want to hop on i'd love to reblog your posts or whatev :-)

[dracimexidae]

So yeah since Jasmine and Sara are out of the Finals 😢, I'm left with the BJK Cup and then i'm basically on vacation myself from tennis (as for the more engaged and "stressful" part of watching matches😝- honestly it's "exhausting" being a fan a pause is definitely needed phew 😮‍💨🤣)

[tacagen]

have i mentioned that i am a music arranger. (and potentially a composer. my speciality doesnt include that but we still have a composition class here.)

this is blake neely's 'catch me if you can', the flash cw ost remade in my image bc lets be honest the music's fine but its nowhere near sounding like comic!thawne. this is also what i brought to entrance exam at my uni and what basically got me there (i overheard the commission say thats a good work when i played the original lmao).

[shidoukanae]

Did a study of a panel i like for a manga with absolutely my favorite female character i've seen yet and thought i'd post it here too in the hopes of eventually finding fans of this series when they inevitably, like me, look for more content of this story :'D

I could gush about this funny, lovestarved, absolutely downright sympathetic and villainous lady who absolutely deserves to be family with the protag for so many hours if you let me she is literally so perfect and everything I have ever wanted from female characters before.

I've gone from going "ooooo she's such a cool antagonist who is such a funny little mystery i LOVE her" to "yeah she's kind of on the insane spectrum but tbf who wouldn't be fucked up in her situation TwT" to "i WILL cry over her and she is completely in the right for doing what she's doing and i can't believe i ever believed she wasn't the heroine she's supposed to be :'D"

[uncanny-tranny]

Man I wish I could grow a goatee, my first year of T gave me a neckbeard 😵‍💫💀😂😂😂

People have slandered neckbeards for too long and I for one cannot stand for it any longer. If you've been growing a neckbeard on testosterone: I (platonically) love you I will blow up the entire world just to make y'all happy