#it’s my downfall guys

[agentplutonium]

Pluto appears to give y’all another small scene that they imagined while they wait for their fucking food to get here for the love of god i’m so hungry-:

(cutting it here so it’s not a very long post on your dash, continued below <3 <3)

Sweetheart was never one to accept gifts, usually. Not really. They would only be okay with it if it was for an occasion of some sort, but gifts out of the blue freaked them out. Made them feel like they now owed something to the gifter and they don’t like owing people things.

Milo, on the other hand, loved giving and receiving gifts. In his head, it was like saying “I’m thinking of you” which he found really sweet. He would see something that would make him think of someone, and the next thing he knew he was getting it. He loved putting a smile on people’s faces like that.

As you can imagine this posed a few hiccups in his and Sweetheart’s relationship. There was never any serious fights over it, but there were times where Milo had to persuade his mate to accept something he got them without thinking. It was something that they continued to work on together. Milo learned to cut back on the habit of getting his mate gifts randomly, and Sweetheart was learning that they don’t owe him anything, no matter what situation they were in. They got along like that, working with each other, learning from each other.

However, every once in a while, Milo does get a spontaneous gift for Sweetheart. This was one of those times.

He had come across this brooch while on break during a gig one day. It had caught his eye more than he would imagine, and, for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking of it on Sweetheart. Sure it wasn't anything like an extravagant outfit, but he'd still be overjoyed to see them wear it.

So, without much of a second thought, he went back for it not long after.

He wanted to give it to them right away, but the opportunity didn't present itself until the next morning. Sweetheart was moving around the room, like they normally do while they get ready for work, and they were half-heartedly complaining about the meetings that they had that day. Milo had picked up the box that the brooch resided in and walked over to them slowly. They caught his eye in the reflection of the mirror, and immediately was onto him.

"What are you doing," they said, eyes narrowing ever so slightly

"What, I can't be close to my mate?" Milo questioned, feigning innocence.

"You can, but I know that look, Greer," Sweetheart said. "You're up to something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Milo said, finally close enough to reach out and gently tug Sweetheart toward him. He rested his chin on their shoulder, giving them a curious look in the mirror.

“Spill,” Sweetheart said in that mock stern voice of theirs. Milo grinned at them.

“I may have gotten you something.”

“Gotten me something?” Sweetheart repeated. They checked their watch after a moment, eyebrows pulling together, “I didn’t miss an anniversary of ours or something, did I?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Milo assured. “I don’t think you ever could miss something like that, anyway.”

“Mm. You’re probably right,” Sweetheart sighed, “but if it’s not our anniversary or any kind of holiday, why did you get me something?”

Milo shrugged. “Wanted to.”

Sweetheart didn’t seem impressed. “‘Wanted to’, huh?”

"C'mon, you know me," Milo said, grin stretching wider. "Plus, this wasn't an impulsive buy like usual." He paused for a moment, thinking that last statement over. "Technically. Either way, I thought it would look good on you." Before Sweetheart could make any assumptions about what that meant, Milo pulled out the velvety box and held it out in front of them. Sweetheart gave him another confused look in the mirror before they took it in their hand. Milo watched as they turned it around in their hand for a moment before opening the box.

They went completely still in his arms as they took in the piece of jewelry. Their eyes had blown wide, and there was the smallest of smiles on their face.

“How much did this cost you?” They asked after a moment, fingers delicately tracing over the metal and jewels.

“Not enough if it earns me that cute look you got,” Milo said, grinning. He never told them the price outright. Nothing was too much when it came to them.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes, but they still didn’t look up. Milo was thrilled at this reaction. He could tell they really did appreciate it.

“Do you like it?” Milo whispered. He knew the answer, but there was something about hearing them say it that he loved.

“Very much so, yes,” Sweetheart said, smile growing wider. They grabbed for his hand again, placing the box in his palm. “Put it on for me?”

Milo couldn’t say no to them even if he wanted to. And he definitely didn’t want to.

Milo moved in front of them as he gently took the pin out of its box and then placed said box into his pocket. Sweetheart gazed at him lovingly while he chose a spot to put the brooch, and it almost made him nervous having their attention on him like that.

“What are you looking at,” he teased as he finally started clipping the brooch onto their jacket.

“You,” Sweetheart replied smartly, but their tone made his heart flutter. It was so soft, and he could almost hear the adoration dripping off of their tongue.

Fuck, were they ever going to be the death of him.

Milo finished with the pin, thumb smoothing over it once. It wasn’t a large piece of jewelry, but he felt that it suited his mate. Something that was visible and beautiful, but you had to pay attention to see it. He looked at them finally, smiling tugging at his lips. “Why don’t you look at this pin instead and tell me if the placement is good instead?”

“Only if I have to,” Sweetheart joked, leaning up quickly to kiss him.

Milo moved back to his original spot, once again watching as Sweetheart admired the gift. He ran soothing hands along their arms while he waited for a response.

“You know I don’t like getting gifts,” Sweetheart said, and Milo opened his mouth to protest before they continued, “but, this was really sweet of you, Mi. And I really do like it a lot.”

Once again his heart gave a flutter at the words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sweetheart confirmed, giggling. “It’s really nice.”

“Beautiful, like you, even,” Milo agreed.

That earned him a small groan. “You got away with that shit the first time, but now you’re really pushing your luck,” they threatened playfully.

“You like it,” Milo said, pressing a kiss to their cheek.

Sweetheart didn’t say anything, just turned around in his arms to give him a proper kiss. Milo grinned, knowing full well this was them admitting to it, but he didn’t bring it up. All he did was pull them closer.

“I have to go to work,” Sweetheart said in a sigh, pulling away. “I promise to give you proper thanks when i get home, though.”

Milo raised an eyebrow. “What does ‘proper thanks’ mean, exactly?”

“You’ll see,” Sweetheart grinned, before giving him one last kiss and slipping out of his hold. “You should probably get going soon, too, you know David is going to give you an earful if you’re late again,” they called from the hallway.

Milo grinned, shaking his head.

Sweetheart would continue to wear that brooch. Every day that they left the house without fail, they would put it on. The fact made Milo feel some sense of pride that he was able to choose something that they liked so much. He loved seeing them wear it while out with them, or coming home from work. He loved that if people asked about it, they would be able to tell them it was from him. From their mate.

He loved that they loved it so much, at the end of the day. After all, that was the whole point.

[cosmique-oddity]

Phew, my last weeks of work are now complete >:)

I loved Dratchet and Ratchlock since the very beginning of my attachment towards Transformers, first TFP Ratchet…..but yeah….two of my favorites character….plus Keferon’s Mech AU…..I had to make my own thing about it.

A story….no…an illustration ! I couldn’t choose. So I did both :}

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That was not the first time Ratchet came back to his private lab angry, but this time, yelling at his superiors, and at the system, and basically at evverything that could be yelled at except the pilotd while leaving the manufacture, was certainly the last. He quit. That was enough,

you don’t win a war with feelings they said

well yes,

exactly,

but you win a war with soldier, and frying their mind before they have their first fight because you want them to be more perfectionned ? That was a little counter productive.

So he gave up. They are on their own now.

The lightly humming of his car was barely enough to keep him awake, it have been a long time since he last returned home, usually, he stayed at his work place, to have more time to sleep, but then, he was sleeping even less. An endless vicious circle, things were often like that.

But all of that was over for him.

He granted these young greenhorn with his experience, and what did they do ? Ignored his advices. Sending pilots to death. So now, he had himself out of the infernal machinery. This mindless waste of human life, even where this is what they tried to save was absurd.

In the middle of his quiet and late ride, he heard a noise. Rumbling, was it the engine ? As he stopped the car backroad to check, the noise wasnt stopping. Came from the sky, military patrol ? He raised his two tired eyes on the sky and saw a shining rail approaching his forest, falling fast. Not quintesson shaped, and with the gaze of an experimented biomechanist, Ratchet identified a mech.

At this moment, its violently crashed on the ground, behind the trees at maybe three or four miles away. No matter how hard he argued with the scientist sooner this day or how bad he wanted to say fuck to all of this death industry who killed young soldiers, he could do something for the one trapped inside the mech....maybe.... the man regained his car as fast as possible and urgently headed for the crash area.

Deafened sound of tires on the damaged road. Ratchet was already projecting, mentally stocktaking the tools he took with him, and lucky enough for the poor pilot, he quit with almost all of his material, and even if it was mainly mechs repairing material, he also bought some instruments which were used for the subtle neuromedicine between human and mech. Could adapt some of it and stabilize the pilot....then he may have the time to go home and grab proper materials. If there was life there was hope.

" bold of him to crash himself just the day i insulted all of his hierachy".

He frowned. Almost there.

The trees nearby were crushed and uprooted. A flickering pink light catched his gaze.

Almost immediately, the Ratchet analyzed the mech. It was different. He didnt know in wich country it was made but that almost looks alien. The curves and shapes, busted and burned on several places were demonstrating an incredible display of genius ingeniery he could just admiring. But time was not for being amazed on plating.

Someone was trapped there.

He stopped and parked his car in front of a fallen tree, rushing to the car's trunk, taking few indispensable objets, including some of them to help a safe disconnection between pilot/mech. In case he wasnt out already. And a crowbar, the cockpit might be stuck, seeing all the damages the mech has taken...

The sound of slightly wet grass under his feet was covered by a frenetic noise of aeration. Ratchet listened to it, while cautiously approaching the unknown mech. It almost sounded like a breath, but was certainly a depressurisation issue. The mech had fallen from so high on the sky....

The damaged plating were hot, probably from atmosphere friction. He raised his crowbar and his eyes followed the curves of the chestplates, searching for a familiar shape, that could lead him to the injured pilot inside. His gaze stopped on a deep wound, that might have cut through the cockpit.

The engineer stepped on the hot metal, his thick boots preventing him from feeling the heat, and he started searching for a hint....anything that could be a mechanism, anything that could open this damn mech !

Ratchet considered the damaged chest plate he noticed earlier. The surroundings of the wound were leaking bright pink, a very unusual color for fuel. Another of these definitively strange things about the mech. Again....not the time for that. Maybe if he could widen the gap, then he would be able to have an idea of what was going on under this armor.

He tapped the plate, -it was starting to cool down- with one of his finger. It was a very little tap, but the whole mech startled. A hiss of pain, recognisible easily by an emerite engineer-but-i-fix-people-too, it had come from the head of the mecha. Was this modele controlled from the head, like Vortex ? But Vortex was insanely huge for a mech, way taller than this one. He moved careful, noticing the shaking of his support.

"You hear me, kid ? Its going to be ok. You crashed in a safe area.".

He spoke in his medic tone, wich mean, of course brusque, serious, but also reassuring and calm.

He mumbled about the mech's features and tiny words of comfort while reaching for the head.

A red light, not regular and rather epileptic was coming from the head, and while he was almost there, on all four of his limb to keep balance, Ratchet saw it.

A spectacularly humanoid face, with sculpted nose and lips was tensed in a painful expression, frowning, but the thing who trapped his gaze was the two optics....

....staring back at him.

Mechs dont stare. Their eyes are glowing, oftenly to mimick human face, after all, human are pretty prideful creature, no point in piloting big ass metal titan if no one could tell these where their creation.

What human couldnt mimick with technologie, on the other hand, was the subtle expression between trying to evualuate a threat, his own injuries, and looking rather on the verge of death but also ready to tear any enemy's limb appart with its teeth.

With just one....very long....look at the other's eye, Ratchet was suddenly understanding what was going on.

Well....probably not but he knew what he had to save.

The pilot, the pilot he had to save.

The mech was the pilot.

He was the one he had to save.

He stopped trying to -certainly- open his chest. If it wasnt good for human it probably wasnt for living technology.

The giant technological humanoid seemed in a high distress, exhaling a lot of air from his vents, his eye still intensely staring at him and the engineer doubted his usual technique -including trying to make himself as small as possible- would work.

"Its going to be okay Kid. I can help you. There is nothing here that want to harm you".

He did his best to convey all of these emotions with his facial expression and gaze, still firmly watching back at him.

"the world better wait till im home and officially retired before killing me".

The mech's gaze -damn it was so more living than ANY human made machinery- seemed to soften a bit but still radiated with suspicion.

Deadlock had been in several bad situations. It happened quite a lot when a specie of giant aliens with tendrils tried to invade your homeland, and he was ready to it.

Trained to kill, and to do it efficiently.

And he was *good* at it.

This time was just another of these ‘i went too far in my excitation’ moments, and he has crashed on a random planet he hoped was not inhabited. He landed hard, and pieces of his ship must’ve been thrown near his location.

And now, now there was an organic like no one he ever saw, and the organic was on his *lap* and he had the kindest warmest eyes he ever saw.

And these eyes were directly looking at his own eyes, and the well named ‘Deadlock’ was starting to wonder if he finally had reunited with the Allspark. His pained and tenseful grin faded a little and he tried to move his head forward, searching a better point of view to watch the singularity in front of him.

Ow.

Moving hurt.

Some sound came out of the organic’s mouth, probably a language. He didn’t had the proper tools to decode it but the tone of the language was extremely….comforting ? Soft ?

This was scary.

He wasn’t used to be welcomed like that after a fight.

Usually it was either another fight, either the yelling of a superior, either nothing at all. But this actual living being was carefully examinating his chestplates, and he recognized the gestual of someone who was used to heal. A medic perhaps ?

He tried to move something, maybe a hand, to reach for the pale organic, to be sure he was real, but his body was rather uncooperative, from what he could say, one of his legs was missing, and a lot of wound were releasing energon on the ground he couldn’t saw.

The high probabilities of bleeding out and crash was an issue.

He let his head hang, too tired to watch for every moves of the organic, and barely aware of his environment.

There must be a big problem somewhere….

He confusely thought, while watching the stars.

Must be a bigger injury I haven’t saw……..

Ratchet saw the bright light coming from the alien’s eyes slowly fading, and cold swear ran through his back. Yet, he could still say the soldier was alive, the lights of his body were shining, not a lot, but it was enough. He looked at his first aid kit with disappointment. That wouldn’t be very efficient since the form of life he was trying to preserve wasn’t a tiny human. The nearest thing he could compare the Mech to was….well their own mechs, or eventually….Quintesson. An horrible mess of organic and technology. It was partially thanks to their weird constitution that Ratchet had been able to make sense with the ‘he is alive’ thought.

At this moment and with this material, he couldn’t help the kid, and didn’t possess enough knowledge to tell if he was even dying or not.

He had already an idea of what to do….to fix him, at least trying to, but it involved several objects he hadn’t right now. Leaving to search for these so called objects was risking to let an injured alone, he couldn’t take that risk. He was trapped with the mech, and had to hurry and find something. He stood and reached for more adapted material in his car, trying to find something…. Anything.

Surprisingly, the most useful artifact he came across was his electric screwdriver and a bunch of screw along with a long metallic cabke. A parallel between human stitch, with sewing threads and the material he had with him right now. He could manage something between human fixing and mech repairing, that was what the ‘bio’ in bioengineer stood for.

The kid would be ok. He would live and tell Ratchet why he fell from the sky, and maybe if he saw his friend Jazz….out there…….

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:)) @keferon

(I swear I’m not insane, your AU is just kinda giving me infinite drawing stamina lmao)

[willowbirds]

One of the things I loved that Taliesin said in the cooldown about Asha is that the Wildmother isn’t inside Asha, Asha is inside the Wildmother.

That maternal figure who cares for her children of the world is not separate from the wild and violent elf that is always hungry.

They are the same, and the Wildmother is so angry that she is letting that wolf loose.

[apricatt-art]

I am watching downfall and wishing him a very please be okay

[peachy-scars]

haha bro I think the glory and legacy that overshadows your actual achievements is shadowing over on me too lol .

[void-creechur]

The light in his own eye has already faded, but maybe he can still save Quil’s

HEADS UP! THIS IS NOT MY AU! The big bro Bill Au belongs to @intistone! PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT THEIR AU IS AMAZING.🙏

[carpbait]

transformers kitties + knockout <3

[deeeens]

Scout morning jog. ☀️🌵

[potato-lord-but-not]

different anon. I enetered this blog cisgender and I already lost that. due to recent posts I now fear I may end up gay. I fear the potato lord pipeline. I swear im watching the podcast gay porn in a very heterosexual way.

anon is going thru it man good luck with the homosexuality when it finally catches up to you

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

"You're telling me this dungeon has a dragon in it ?"

[corviiids]

ok but . . . . . . . Could YOU be kira and win?!

based on how light formulated kira, it's impossible for kira to win. kira's 'new world' has no win condition - light never cleanly defines what criteria he would need to satisfy, so the new world is inherently aspirational, because deep down, light doesn't want to win at all, he just wants to play.

social reform via mass murder, especially in the way kira formulates it but really in any way, is also not only (obviously!!!) deeply, deeply unethical, it's also just fundamentally impossible for myriad reasons. again, kira can't win.

if you found the death note in real life, i would heavily advise against using it. i personally would not use it. aside from, again, the obvious ethical ramifications, it's just too fucking risky!!! the parameters of how the note functions, the potential consequences, the rules, the terms of the 'contract' you'd enter into by using it - all of these are unclear, even if you knew about death note the series. furthermore, even if you had access to the rules, which you don't, the rules explicitly state that the shinigami don't have to explain everything to you. not even the shinigami can access all the rules (only the shinigami king). and based on the a-kira short story, the rules can change and apply retroactively at any time. even if you didn't know all that, by choosing to use it, you would be submitting yourself to all sorts of unknown supernatural and non-supernatural risks. it's just not a smart thing to do. leave that shit Alone

kira is a hubris trap. the death note is designed to appeal to all the most unstable parts of a person's psyche. it's especially good at targeting one particular vulnerability in humanity, which is that people are generally much worse at considering how they would react in a hypothetical scenario than they think they are. anyone who thinks they could succeed in using the death note, even with a better formulated plan than light yagami, is falling victim to that trap.

yes

[dykedvonte]

I was rewatching mouthwashing, and I ended up thinking of the different reactions that Curly and Jimmy had in doing their tasks. How during the scene of Anya evaluating Jimmy and showing dread towards the idea of doing his evaluation, Curly was the one that offered to take it off her hands. He had no issue with adding more to his plate, because he knew - or well, thought, he knew that Jimmy wasn't going to "bullshit" with him since he's known him for a long time. When Anya hands Curly a note from Swansea, Curly goes to check out what the issue is and he takes care of it without a complaint, the only "complaint" he has is how this incident could have damaged the pods. Which is reasonable, those pods are their only way to be saved if anything tragic happens on the ship. However, in comparison to Jimmy being asked to do things, he's passive-aggressive about it. When Anya asks Jimmy if he could help her out with Curly's painkillers, he tells her that people should be worth their titles, specifically using her title as a nurse when she asked him for help and then when she says forget it, since he made her feel insecure, he still goes "Oh no, I'LL take care of it" as if he was doing a chore, a favor for her. Then, there's that part where he blows up at her for things that she didn't even ask him to do - more so the others asked him about it, like the code scanner, him deciding he needed to find the axe for the foam, and then, there's the medicine part (which when she does ask, and she reconsiders - going to do it herself, he takes that away from her). Jimmy complains about the tasks he has to do and he treats it like a big issue, a "woes me" that he has to do this and that - wanting the praise of the capital without actually doing any work. While Curly doesn't complain about it, in fact, he even mentions that he's aware of how well he is doing at his job as a Captain during that cockpit scene with him and Jimmy. If Jimmy only had to do a small amount of tasks to get irritated and annoyed at being captain, while Curly didn't which I feel like encapsulates their personalities. Curly understands what he's doing is a job, it's a responsibility, why would he complain at any point for doing what he's suppose too? Why would he be upset at people asking him to do tasks? While Jimmy on the other hand, isn't used to it at all and it's different to what he's had before and he's realizing that he doesn't actually like doing the work he has too. I just wanted to ramble about it even if it seemed kind of obvious xd

It’s obvious but it is a thing people miss or understate when trying to find parallels in Curly’s and Jimmy’s relationship/personalities.

Like the way people portray it as neither taking responsibility when it is almost split down the middle of Curly taking responsibilities and faults that shouldn’t be his and making himself unequipped to handle the ones that are while Jimmy refuses to handle the responsibilities he has because he wasn’t expecting the work that comes with them.

Not a lot to say but people forget that another thing the game comments on is prioritization of issues and responsibilities and how the guys fail at it in one way or another in the situation.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Leave wildlife alone. He probably bites.

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[luna-loveboop]

I know downfall duo has been posted about so much from this update but I've got another thought ok

Remember this? Last update before, here's them, questioning and wanting answers

Downfall duo wanting answers:

Legend and Hyrule when trying to find answers:

Downfall duo when they're being given the answers:

Really guys? Agents of sheer chaos right there

Literally the last time we heard from you you were serious detective wanting answers and then you're just cackling like maniacs what happened do you just get high from being near each other after not being within five inches for a few days YOU SAID YOU WANTED ANSWERS YOU POSERS

Art, comic, and adorable unhinged characters from Jojo @linkeduniverse :D

[heartscrypt]

jamil viper cringe compilation ft other people i guess

[xsilversugar]

I just thought this ‘lil guy was a delight. He deserves to live forever the lil shit. I took more than my fair share of some liberties with the design description I’m sure.