#just anger

[canned-insecurity]

Hamilton: and what happens if I don't sit in my desolate room?

Washington: I imagine they'll call for no lights no music

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

This was supposed to be something else but I’ve been having a thought run around my head for too long and I just had to get it out. This happens before Sunrazor runs into Valkyrie, she’s just always had anger issues.

It’s kinda short but idk where to go from here. I’ll probably pick this up later.

Sunrazor looses her temper.

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Sunrazor had almost groaned when she had received the message, she was moving to another base. Again. She had just finished building up an outpost and just like before, she wouldn’t be allowed to reap the reward from it. But she had listened anyway. The large golden mech had arrived on the assigned base a few days ago, quickly getting herself and her team settled.

This location was already built, she wouldn’t need to deal with whining construction mechs and unorganized ranks. Sunrazor was here as support, the commanding officer had been killed in a recent battle and she was acting as the base's CO until they found a more permanent solution. It was a waste of her skill, she knew it, Torrent did too. She wasn’t stupid, she knew a punishment when she saw it—even if it wasn’t an extreme one. It was more of a warning.

The large mech had gotten a little carried away at the last base. She really hadn’t meant to lash out so much, but she had never been surrounded by so many helpless, whining fools before. Sunrazor wanted results and she was going to get them, one way or another. If a few of those mechs died then it wasn’t her problem. But more than a few mechs died. A lot did. More than what high command saw as acceptable.

She huffed, plates flaring as she stalked through the dim halls. The few mechs around scattered to get out of her way, not daring to make eye contact or draw attention to themselves. It never stopped them from staring though, everyone always stared. They tried to be discreet about it but she could feel their looming gazes, Sunrazor had learned to ignore it. They were not used to seeing a mech of her stature and power, it was expected for them to stare and gawk at her. She was built to intimidate and threaten, make people submit to her will and obey.

Sunrazor turned a corner, the bots in this hallway quickly scattering to the sides, trying to make themselves look busy. She almost rolled her eyes, they were all weak. The golden mech ignored as her hud provided her with another stress warning. She held herself straighter, chin lifted and shoulders rolled back, her hands held in firm fists at her sides as he confidently strode through the corridor. She kept her own gaze forward, not bothering to look at anyone else.

Behind her two mechs followed, Volley and Overstrike. The two other Decepticons almost never left her side, the two members of her carefully crafted team that were ever present. Overstrike—a large seeker—was the only one who seemed to never tire of Sunrazor’s presence. Volley—a rather tall and broad Praxian—on the other hand was obligated to follow her, reporting any anomalies in her behavior to Him as he tried to advise her.

Really, it felt a bit unnecessary for them to accompany her around the base. She was only going to the training room to blow off some steam. Most bots cleared the room when she showed up so there wasn’t a high likelihood of there being an incident. But the two insisted they go with her, “just in case.” Sunrazor felt her jaw tighten, annoyance turning to irritation. Her plating flared slightly as she turned another corner, vents hissing hot air as she kept herself reigned in. The sooner she got to the training room the better.

She turned the corner sharply—too sharply. There was someone there, the two of them reacted quickly, each realizing what was about to happen though the momentum of their heavy frames making their fate inescapable. The impact slammed into her midsection and chestplate, a solid force that should’ve barely moved her, but her legs faltered.

Sunrazor probably wouldn't have stumbled if it hadn’t been for the awkward internal supports in her legs that she was still adjusting to. Her base protoform wasn’t strong enough to carry all of the extra weight, and the internal supports only lasted so long until they buckled under the pressure and strain of keeping her moving. Torrent had just had them replaced.

The commander hissed, vents flaring, as she caught herself. Her engine growling and revving as she regained her balance. She did not fall, but the stumble alone was unacceptable. Overstrike nearly collided into her from behind, only barely correcting her course. Volley simply halted, watching with his usual unreadable stare. No one else in the corridor moved, the space going deathly silent and still as everyone watched.

��Oh slag! I am so sorry! I didn’t–” The mech she had run into began, nearly falling over himself. He struggled to regain her balance. He shook his head—no doubt having had it impact harshly with her bush guard—as he looked at her. His words died off. His eyes flickered wide, his entire frame locking up as though he’d just glimpsed a ghost.

The larger golden mech reared angrily, teeth bore dangerously as her scowl locked onto the idiot that had dared to get in her way. Her plating flared and trembled with barely contained rage, her shoulders hunching over as she looked down at the other. Her vents and breathing were hot and heavy, hands flexing slightly as she fought the urge to sink her claws into him. Her voice was a low growl, promising violence and pain, “Who the hell are you?”

Volley watched her carefully, expression neutral. Overstrike glared at the mech who was still struggling to form words. The two knew better than to get involved, leaving the defenceless mech at her mercy. No one else dared to try and step between the two.

The mech—a guardian frame—continued to open his mouth though no words were formed. He shook his head, something haunting his expression. His wide eyes examining her face, something like disbelief mixing with his terror. His breath hitched again. He looked like he was on the verge of breaking down already, it was a pathetic display of cowardice.

Sunrazor didn't have the patience or time for this. She advanced, the smaller mech stumbled backwards until he collided harshly with a wall. Sunrazor loomed over him, close enough that she could feel the hot air his vents were expelling. His plating trembled, pressing into himself as stared at her with wide eyes.

“I asked you a question, dammit!” Her voice surged, sharp and cutting. Getting louder as she demanded an answer from the pathetic excuse of a Decepticon.

His vents hitched, expelling ragged bursts of hot air as if his system couldn’t keep up with the stress. His hands twitched at his sides, halfway to raising in surrender before he realized—too late—it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t fast enough to escape. His back pressed hard against the wall, his trembling frame pinned more by instinct than by force. The smaller mech opened his mouth to speak but only half formed words seemed to escape him.

Her body shook slightly as she watched him continue to stumble over words, mumbling gibberish. Sunrazor’s clawed fist met the wall behind him, his head just a few inches from where her fist impacted. She felt the wall give way slightly, not enough to damage the metal, but it groaned as it was struck. The impact rattled through the smaller mechs frame, the sound vibrating through him. They shrunk even more, a terror filled cry escaping his mouth as he flinched away violently.

She hunched down even lower, invading what little personal space the other had left. Her plating flaring even more as her body struggled to regulate its own temperature. Sunrazor let her engine growl idly, as she leaned her head closer to him, staring into his fear filled eyes. Her jaw set and teeth bared so tightly it ached.

“Make me repeat myself and see what happens,” Sunrazor’s tone became quieter, not losing any intensity or anger as it lowered, “Answer. The fragging. Question.”

Finally the worthless mech spoke, a single name escaping his tight throat. The guardian’s voice was broken and barely above a whisper as he trembled,

“Powercase.”

[vertigoartgore]

2007's Amazing Spider-Man Vol.1 #539 cover by artist Ron Garney.

[a-roach-in-the-limelight]

psa: if you have MDNI in any form in your bio, do not purposely interact with known minor’s blogs.

[sidereus-stars]

THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE SITTING AROUND ALL DAY

WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU

WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU

LET YOUR. MOTHER PRAYY

[zevfern]

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Puppet is burden with knowing the truth,,

[confetti-critter]

wow oh my god im so angry and annoyed

[macaronirats]

Happy danger days birthday

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[elainiisms]

it's almost like... if you play a movie in 10 cinemas worldwide, it doesn't do as well as it could 🤯🤯

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[jesse-pinko]

Fiddlestan is objectively the best and funniest ship bc imagine you’re Ford finally back in your home dimension after thirty years and not only has your twin brother stolen your identity and committed multiple felonies under your name he’s also happily married to your research assistant who used to be madly in love with you but you took him for granted lmao get humbled loser

[logicpng]

so, i have some thoughts. i feel like the game doesn't explore doey much, so i'm gonna take that as an opportunity to stretch him a lil.

in short, i see him as neither one whole nor 3 kids in a trench coat, but something in the middle of the two: a grown up who never really got to experience a proper childhood, the 3 originals in a blend with each other.

the time between creation and game events likely is enough for them to learn how to cooperate (up until. yknow). collectively or individually though, goddamn they need therapy

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1st image:

point at head with teeth peeking: teeth may show more subtly, particularly when mischevious

point at hat: hat always at an angle

point at hand: stubby hands omg <3

point at neck: neck constantly bent in some fashion

Generally friendly and curious, may be more closed off and bitter if kevin is more dominant.

Collectively an adult due to passage of time and gaining experience, but still retains some more childish traits due to isolation from outside world and trauma, both collective and individual (holy shit do they need therapy).

Parts operate more or less seamlessly, but depending on situation some may show more or less of their traits.

When stressed, cooperation between parts may break down.

2nd image:

Kevin

present strongest when angry, most of anger processing goes through him.

not actually angry/cranky all of the time though, just a bit more gruff/edgy compared to the other two. tends to show teeth when talking.

over the years learned to control his rage better, can redirect it into being a bit of a troll w/ the others

understandably, safe haven's destruction made him revert and lose all restraint, resulting in lashing out, mixed with extreme emotions from others.

Jack

loved doey strongest before conversion (rip), as such expressions tend to default to his

learned to cope with constantly fighting for survival by cracking jokes and being more optimistic

present strongest when happy, may speak more childishly when in distress or comfortable

reverts into reliving trauma of death and family loss with safe haven's destruction

Matt

present strongest when focused on the leader role, strikes a balance between kevin and jack

through time learned to focus more on necessary action rather than allowing to succumb to past guilt

definitely still very stressed out from responsibility, especially after poppy leaving, learned not to show it through cooperation with kevin and jack

safe haven's destruction just plunges him straight into a guilt spiral

Note pointing at bottom notes for each: safe haven's destruction is a massively traumatic event for them, resulting in the three regressing into child selves from distress, mixed in with emotions from individual traumatic memories

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

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[blueboybot]

Can You Hold This For Me?

Jason is enamored as he watches a beautiful red head lady beat the shit out of the mugger that got too close for her liking.

He was on his way to the local book store to find a good read when he saw a woman with her month old baby being stalked by a man who was obviously hiding a knife in his pocket. Jason immediately crossed the street to put himself between them and the mugger when all of a sudden the man got a little closer and the woman executed a perfectly good roundhouse kick to the man's head while keeping her baby secure.

After the man's body bounced in the alley and hit a trash can she turned to Jason with a brilliant smile that did something to his resurrected heart.

"Can you hold this for me?" She asked before simply putting the baby in Jason's arms before he could reply.

She then proceeded to pick the man up, who was twice her size, and flung him further into the alley before running up to finish her beat down.

A noise brought his attention from the woman to the baby in his arms who was now up and cooing at him curiously.

"Your mom's hot."