#mecha graffiti

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[subway-boss-jericho]

(Hammer anon) 

Hi =] 

It's worth mentioning that the twins did have a pretty solid understanding of what they were signing up for

That good to know! I think I’m just very used to arceus offering people a deal and then Not Explaining the Consequences (very… fae coded I suppose lol). It’s very sweet that despite all this they still agreed. Ingo wants to help people!! Of course he does. Every time I look into their in game quotes I’m always taken aback at how supportive and kind they both are. Like. Ingo is Nothing but encouraging and so so happy to see people succeed and grow. It makes sense that that sort of care would carry over to protecting the people he cares about (and even those he might not know!). Emmet is very similar- while he may be more to the point and use less words, he’s still super encouraging and kind! Even when he wins he still encourages you to come back and try again and again- he loves winning more than anything but even when he loses he’s still super happy! 

I think that’s sort of character for them has faded in and out over time, and it’s super nice to see it. In the end, both the twins are fundamentally kind people that want others to grow. 

… I forgot where I was going with that! Something something you are doing a fantastic job representing that with this story and how they act/ the decisions they make.

he has to made more of an effort to be kind and understanding and patient and gracious than he fucking wants to.

Customer service attitude sneaks up on him even without running a subway /silly 

There is. So much here I could gush over (how much emmet cares for ingo, how much he respects his brother and his want for others to understand and acknowledge him as well)  but the. They love encourager so much and want to help each other and although they struggle to find ways to do so, and cannot use the methods they used to, they still find ways to support and help each other though this. They still have eachother’s backs no matter what- even after such a huge shift in tracks. 

There is something verrry sweet about that. (A real “would you love me if I was a worm over 120 ft mechanical bearing bond comprehension / a magical mechanic that can make metal float?”) 

It’s funny to imagine Emmet being at the end of his rope talking with someone, and ingo just. Walking up to them and the other person hurrying away. (Well. It’s funny if you don��t think about it to much) 

That trust IS earned, that kindness is repaid.

I have many thoughts of the twins being kind no matter what. Even with nearly every odd turned against them and forever changed, they are kind. And, eventually, that kindness is returned. Love that message- it’s a hard one to internalize but it’s so worth spreading. 

… you are giving me fic ideas. (Not necessarily related to this au but)

No one else has heard him speak since the change, but Emmet listens, and Emmet is thrilled at every opportunity he has to hear him.

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I swear I had more to say here. This is just very sweet and I want to gesture at it with strong emotion (love listening to people talk. It’s so nice to hear them just speak. I’m sure for emmet and ingo it’s. So much.) 

they'd also be able to train and grow and continue to push eachother to greater heights, even if one of them is warden and the other isn't.

“You grow stronger by matching yourself against a strong opponent. Please do your best and run toward the destination, an even higher state."

“Winning against us is a milestone in your life. You can rack up more and more. Please move on toward an even greater goal!"

 “it was very fun! You want to win, and I don't want to lose. That's real. When we clash in battles, I feel very excited!"

“We won, but I am not really satisfied. I can tell that you won't give up. Because you will be much, much stronger. That's why we are waiting for you to come back!"

Yeah I think so too. 

I can just imagine how they would encourage each other to keep getting stronger- even when far away from one another. Better combinations! New strategies! Just for the next time the other visits. 

no special interest in trains (yet,)

I know the focus had been mostly on the getting used to everything in huisi but I would Love to hear about adventures in the future. I will. Ask specific questions in another ask! But feel free to ramble about anything so I can ping some ideas around =] 

Emmet can solve nearly every problem… monster or a tragedy or a weapon.

Not quoting that entires sections here as it’s rather long- but ough. I Know I keep going back to “the relationship they have is so sweet” but you are Killing me here. Emmet knowing he can take care of ingo… finding his new form buetiful thanks to the gifts he was given… being there and letting his brother rapid fire informations and rambles and thoughts… ingo being able to make his brother feel safe, being able to feel and sense him in ways that he never had before…

Seeing the other hurting and wishing with all their heart to comfort the other. Just doing their best to make sure the other knows that they are there for them, no matter what. 

they made me realize I have autism.

Yeah. Yup. I have the braking suspicion that a Lot of people had that realization (I! Also had that realization.) 

Ingo does mention that he thinks he recalls him and emmet used to “battle and discuss Pokémon, I think” so it makes sense they would do the same here! Even if ingo himself is the “Pokemon” lol. 

The most successful way Ingo finds to help Emmet sleep is actually by giving him his own room aboard.

https://imgur.com/a/7wKhc3Q

(This is a link to a drawing- You can totally post it on your answer tho!) 

Just a sketch- fighting the combination of executive distinction + other ideas in my head + wanting to keep some of the other stuff a surprise 

I know! I skipped a lot of details (trust me I am chewing on All of them- I just may not have known what to add / not had anything to comment about it) but man I. Am shaking this around like a chew toy. 

Hiii :DD Hi welcome back!

I think I’m just very used to arceus offering people a deal and then Not Explaining the Consequences

Mhhhhm. That's a common fandom trope, and one that I'm frankly not very fond of. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions about how Arceus is handled in fandom and I don't want to get into all of them right now, but broadly in all my AUs where Arceus is involved, I try to write it sort of like a benign background grand master. It orchestrates these events and conclusions, but tries to avoid getting directly involved where possible. In my AUs, Arceus is actively avoiding being malicious whenever it is present and everything is done for a reason.

So in the case of Mecha AU, where it is directly getting involved in a drastic way, I want to actually give it a chance to have a character in the story than just being a 'deus ex machina.' (HAH. double pun) Most of that is through nuance, which is why I've been quick clarify that Ingo and Emmet knew what would happen and why I made Arceus' blessing so specific. It comes back as an key character later in their story, although that's a tale for a different time. Mainly, it's just really important to me that Arceus actually gets to Be a character instead of a plot point. It has motivations, goals, and a personality.

Every time I look into their in game quotes I’m always taken aback at how supportive and kind they both are. [...] Something something you are doing a fantastic job representing that with this story and how they act/ the decisions they make.

🥺 That actually means more than I can say. I've noticed that this particular trait does often get either overlooked (especially in?? Emmet's case??? for some reason??) or otherwise written in a way that doesn't quite feel right to me. I'm glad that this specific trait comes across in my work because i care about it a lot and it's the thing I focus on most when attempting to create anything about the twins.

I don't feel like I get it right all the time either, to be honest, but I do try my best. The way they're written canonically is so compelling to me but gamefreak please..... they have so few lines.... there is so little to work with. God knows I'm going to stretch it as far as I can but pokemon is just kind of Like This (vague gestures towards stories with a young target audience and casts way too large to thoroughly develop each arbitrary character)

In the end, both the twins are fundamentally kind people that want others to grow. 

(To summarize: This ^)

[Jericho-Typical ramble below:]

Customer service attitude sneaks up on him even without running a subway /silly 

It does!!!! It does and he HATES it!!! I think they should be nice to him and give him a break. I also think Emmet should get to go to a rage room as a treat.

They still have eachother’s backs no matter what- even after such a huge shift in tracks. [...] There is something verrry sweet about that.

THEY DO!!! THEY DO and it's SO important to me.

They would still love eachother if the other was a wurmple. If Emmet was a wurmple he could live in Ingo's lungs with the rest of the wild wurmple colony (JOKE) (But not entirely. because. Ingo does have a couple of stowaway bugs in his vents now and then. He's so big that if he sits very, very, very still, they'll climb on him like he's any other mountain or building. Emmet keeps having to remove them from the premises so their webs and nests don't block the airways, but Ingo keeps letting them back in when Emmet isn't looking) <- He can get away with this because bug types are known to have fewer brain cells (intensely affectionate) so they don't immediately clock him as giant living threat

[Doodle from a few years ago]

It’s funny to imagine Emmet being at the end of his rope talking with someone, and ingo just. Walking up to them and the other person hurrying away. (Well. It’s funny if you don’t think about it to much) 

Actually, since Emmet tends to stay nearby him and Ingo can reach very far, MY funny visual is Emmet just. TOTALLY pissed at somebody. and Ingo reaches over with his claw to drag Emmet away by the collar of his coat. This is not realistic. He probably just lets Emmet climb onto the inside edge of his claw and carries him off, but the first option is a lot funnier to imagine.

I have many thoughts of the twins being kind no matter what. Even with nearly every odd turned against them and forever changed, they are kind. And, eventually, that kindness is returned. Love that message- it’s a hard one to internalize but it’s so worth spreading. 

I feel a sappy kind of complicated feeling that I'm not quite sure how to put into words other than, y eah 🥺

The one thing that has never failed me is being kind. If nothing else succeeds, I am a firm believer that being kind cannot be completely overlooked, even in the face of fear, uncertainty, and anger. Kindness heals a lot more than people realize, even if you're directing it at other people. So, in stories I write, I also find it hard to write characters who are genuinely kind and caring in conflict with the people around them ksjdhgsg Call it a flaw, it probably is one, but man im a sap for kindness as a universal mediator.

… you are giving me fic ideas. (Not necessarily related to this au but)

:D!!! I'm thrilled to hear it!! If you ever write anything do let me know!! I love when my work can inspire other people to create things of their own, genuinely makes me so happy.

( ╥ ᴗ ╥) love listening to people talk. It’s so nice to hear them just speak. I’m sure for emmet and ingo it’s. So much.

I didn't have a lot specific to add to this but it reminded me of one of the first drawings I did of the Engineer and Mecha Ingo (This is from 2022) and I guess today is art day because I really wanna share some of the doodles I've made over the years of these two

Emmet IS in this drawing he's just very very small.

This makes me want to draw something new between the two of them. A quiet conversation or something with Ingo talking while Emmet listens. I'm not sure if/when I'll have time but it would be really nice 🥺

I know the focus had been mostly on the getting used to everything in huisi but I would Love to hear about adventures in the future. I will. Ask specific questions in another ask! But feel free to ramble about anything so I can ping some ideas around =] 

Ohhhhohohohh......... This is not a good topic to let me ramble about anything. We've been mostly talking about Hisui so far, but the majority of my time with this AU until the last year or so was spent hyperfixated on Post-Hisui. I would say that just as much of the story takes place after Hisui as it does in Hisui, and I think the most important note about their "adventures in the future" is that, getting to that future is the hard part.

The Engineer, as previously mentioned in the main masterlist, falls into a coma not long after Ingo sinks into the ocean. Ingo... Does not. or, not right away. Emmet's sleep is very... different. And specific. It's unnatural. Forced. And, if you'll recall from that same initial post, Emmet will not die as long as Ingo is still alive. He's functionally immortal.

But that means that Ingo is still there, at the bottom of the ocean. He has internal oxygen stores. He has onboard water and power. He doesn't need to "eat food," necessarily. He can last for a long time without any external help, in large part because he can't move. (Half buried in the sand, the weight of the ocean is too great.) He's not using up the normally vast amount of energy he requires to function.

And he waits. and waits... and... ...The worst part is, Ingo doesn't have any point of reference for what is going on outside. He doesn't know what the people of Hisui are doing, he doesn't know where Emmet is. He doesn't know that Emmet falls into an unshakeable sleep right on cue alongside his own internal systems shifting to a power-saving hibernation.

Ingo is alone under the water for a very, very long time.

That's all I'll say for now. I'm very ill about it and I don't want to ramble too long when you've mentioned sending a different ask about it another time. Ingo's time under the ocean is, a lot, and none of it is happy.

Seeing the other hurting and wishing with all their heart to comfort the other. Just doing their best to make sure the other knows that they are there for them, no matter what. 

No matter what happens now or in the future, this is what their relationship is based on. As much as that love and care is the thing that fuels them, it's also one of the things that hurts the most. They care SO much, more than anything, yet sometimes they care so much that it aches. their whole story is like this unfortunately and I uhhmmm,,,,,,, i havent found a way to, fix that. so I'm working on that part.

I can't quote that whole section either because it really is so much, but I keep rereading it too. It does give a very good perspective into how both of them feel and the experiences they're having. In a way, I think it does a better job than most of my other explanations.

[The most successful way Ingo finds to help Emmet sleep is actually by giving him his own room aboard.] https://imgur.com/a/7wKhc3Q This is a link to a drawing- You can totally post it on your answer tho!

[Drawn by Hammer Anon]

DUUUUUDE!!!! THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSHHH 😭😭🥺 I've been staring at this all evening. This is so lovely and sweet and peaceful... I especially love how you've personalized Emmet's space here. He looks so comfortable in the hammock

The way you've drawn his core is extremely fascinating to me but does make sense based on my extremely limited description. Mentally noting this down for later I didn't give a good description of Ingo's core, but this is what it was ""supposed"" to look like:

I put ""supposed"" in quotations because while this was my first idea from years ago, it also feels extremely lackluster, so I've been wanting to redesign completely it for a while. But also holy shit please if anyone knows what that ^ shape is called I spent SO long trying to look it up with no results and I really don't want to just call it the Fruit Gusher Shape because surely there's an actual word for this kind of twelve sided shape (ignoring the bottom side-view drawing don't worry about that one)

Anyway

The funny thing is, I HAVE tried to draw Emmet's room several times, but your sketch is actually closer to how it looks in my head than any of the drawings I've made. This is because. All fictional locations in my brain operate on dream logic and generally have incomprehensible non-Euclidian structures. So genuinely this is exactly how I envision it when I talk about it.

The room is rectangular (longer than it is wide) in my head but this ^ was for a school project with specific requirements. Again, really don't like how Ingo's core looks here so I'm thinking of redoing it entirely/almost entirely. I like the closer/more cramped/more homey vibe of the sketch more than the digital one.

The way you drew it actually makes me really happy, and I'm thinking maybe I should push aside how I think it's "supposed" to look in order to actually mess around with how it Really looks in my head. You got the computer terminal basically perfect, and I love the addition of the pearl clan banner + the little gliscor plush/toy. Super lovely 🥺

I know! I skipped a lot of details (trust me I am chewing on All of them- I just may not have known what to add / not had anything to comment about it) but man I. Am shaking this around like a chew toy. 

All good! 🤝 I definitely do the same when I'm not sure what to add. Rest assured I have been regularly coming back just to reread everything and hrhghthhh. Yeah. Good. I fully understand. I wouldn't call your ask chew toys because those aren't my thing but like, if AUs are songs then your asks are like the Audio Visualizers that play in my brain whenever I think about them. Does that comparison make any sense? Maybe not. Point being: metaphor for a sensory stimuli I like

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SLAMhound by Duncan Lindbo Via Flickr: "THEY sent A SLAMHOUND on Turner's trail in New Delhi, slotted it to his pheromones and the color of his hair. It caught up with him on a street called Chandni Chauk and came scrambling for his rented BMW through a forest of bare brown legs and pedicab tires. Its core was a kilogram of recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT." -William Gibson, Count Zero This was inspired, of all things, by my dog's walking harness/vest. It's red as well, and the idea of the red vest becoming armor plates strapped over an agile dog-mech seemed like a cool one. As for the name, I defy you to come up with a cooler, more cyberpunk-y name than Gibson did with "slamhound"... In an effort to use more interesting colors, I went with dark blue for the mechanical body parts, which gave me a nice opportunity to use the Friends saddle for the waist.

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Pop art, graffiti, mecha, muscle, man

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#245 : Xabungle Graffiti

Long ago I reviewed the TV Series of Xabungle, #6 in fact, and maybe I wrote that one a little too soon after the start of CAM? But it was still fresh in my mind after viewing and I have since moved on, much like all my others postings to build up what is here today. I debated a follow-up as I missed the hijinks of this comedic mecha show, but I have to plow forward right? Maybe… In the end I…

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Part 1 of 2 of Raoul/Tracks in the Mecha Pilot Jazz AU by @keferon that I think about all the tiiiiiiiime <3

My list/own mini-universe of the AU :)

I wish I could draw the idea for Raoul's mecha, but alas, I can only wield the written word, so I hope I did alright in describing it <:)

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When you ask Raoul Ortiz what he did before the invasions began, he'll tell you he was a thief. A run-of-the-mill carjacker who hated being that at his (frankly too young) age, but did what he had to in order to support his family and himself.

It stopped mattering when New York was almost entirely destroyed, leaving him an angry young teenager with nothing and no one to lose. He spent his last few teenage years using his skills to help those he could, fighting back against the invaders when they had attempted to attack his city again, only to watch a massive robot absolutely filet the aliens without breaking a sweat. As Raoul watched the mecha slowly leave the city once the fight was over, he knew then and there that that was his future, to go down in a blaze of glory fighting these bastards on their turf.

So sure, he hears that becoming a pilot shortens your life expectancy, it doesn't really matter. Sure, the testing is arduous, and more than once, Raoul wants to walk away from it all, but something in his heart urges him to keep going, to keep pushing despite many of his fellow recruits quitting or dying out.

The first time he's in his mecha, punching an invader clear across the city with a deafening crack makes all the pain and suffering worth it.

His mecha is powered by all the rage and loss from the first invasion, every punch and slice of a sword he'd stolen from an invader, making Raoul a fierce soldier on the battlefield, despite his mecha being of a smaller build. There began to be some improvement when he was back on base, smiling and cracking jokes while working on personalizing his mecha, figuring if he was going to die in it, he might as well die in style done by his own hands. The number 1982 on his chest was painted a blood red on top of a navy blue coating of the entire mecha, graffiti of his own, and some done by the few friends that had survived the initial attack on New York littering almost every square inch of metal. Digitigrade legs were great at giving him a great jump boost whenever he was in combat, so Raoul spent some extra time with NYU Tandon students to make sure the extra plating he was required to have was as stylish as it was functional. His narrowed hip plating was emblazoned with NEW YORK STRONG, the city skyline interlaced around the wording that usually got some cheers whenever Raoul was sent out for morale boosting, and even mimicked headphones over his audio scanners that were dialed up beyond most mecha for the times he was sent to lie in wait for an ambush. The massive visor that allowed Raoul 180° vision built with a scanner that helped with rescue as much as battle was carefully covered with several dozen clear decals, and despite some clear disapproval from the upper command, no one was going to tell a man short on time no.

So when Raoul is eventually flanked by three invaders before he can react, he knows he's going to die. They had appeared outside of Detroit, and Raoul had drawn the enemy forces away from the city, knowing at the very least he was going to save as many lives as he could at the cost of his own. Five aliens become three as he dodges and slashes in retaliation, taking down a second one by jumping on them and stabbing his alien sword into their arm, failing to notice a portal forming behind him. The last two aliens rush Raoul, and a forested area being uprooted by their fighting turns into a metal metropolis with a purple sky, the three colliding onto an alien surface with a loud thud. The mecha pilot doesn't have the time to react, letting out a yell as he jerks to his side to punch the alien to his left, getting up onto his feet just enough to jump up and away from the two, magnetizing his hands to latch onto a half-crumbled building.

"LET'S GO FUCKERS!" Ejecting his backup sword set inside one of his arms, Raoul pushes himself off the building directly toward the stunned alien, the creature letting out a high pitched scream as he slices it in half with a single jerk of his blade. The other alien had been fumbling with its gun as Raoul turned as quick as he could, only to stop when he saw a white dot on the aliens head, its body going limp and falling to the ground with a thud when the unmistakable sound of a sniper shot rang out through the unfamiliar landscape.

Raoul turns to his right to see the portal he'd been pushed into, his heart stopping when it closed with a loud buzz.

F u c k

The sight is pushed to the back of his mind as Raoul dives for cover behind some large chunks of metallic rubble, heart racing a mile a minute as he holds his blade tight. Maybe the sniper was aiming for the alien, maybe they were gunning for him next, all that mattered was surviving long enough to make it home....whenever or wherever that was. For a few minutes it was silent, but just when the pilot started to move, he could hear a few sets of...mechas approaching? Daring a peek above the rubble, Raoul's eyes widened at the grouping of five mechas heading his way, a grin crossing his face as he scrambled his mecha up and onto his feet, sheathing his sword when the group stilled at his movement.

"Holy shit, I thought I was the only one here!" Raoul laughs as he fully steps into view, though the noise peters out when he takes in their...really weird appearances. "Whoa, you guys look sick as hell!"

The electronic noise that greets his ears when the tallest mecha opens its mouth makes Raoul cover his ears with a yelp, the noise making his entire skeleton vibrate as his mind screamed danger danger danger. He steps back when another mecha (which at this point he severely doubted they were) moved forward with its hands raised, its expression unfazed when Raoul jumped up, clinging to the side of the building beside him to create a little bit of distance.

"I don't know what you are, but stay back!"

Yea, definitely not any mecha he was ever familiar with.

The mecha that had stepped forward tilted its head for a moment, clearly looking at his chassis as opposed to the visored helm he had, which it shouldn't be as it opened its mouth.

Did it know?

"'M sorry for mah friend there." It...did not make the noise from before, Raoul remaining in place as a...what the hell, a Southern sounding voice escaped the red mecha. "Forgot you human's don't understand us."

"....the hell?" (Oh my god first contact with another alien species and that's what I go with???) "You, why do you sound like you come from the South? Better question, how the hell you know English??"

"Was taught by a friend, he comes from Earth too. Wanna come on down an' talk? We've got about five klicks before we've got ta evac, an' I promise I'll explain everythin' if you come with us."

"You can get me back?" Despite still not understand who these new aliens were, Raoul figured it wouldn't be all bad to trust the aliens that knew freaking English, hopping down and landing with a quiet thud.

"Sorta, but this is enemy territory, so no dice here." The other mechas that had been with the red one were quickly hurrying past Raoul with various alien guns raised, clearly wary. "Let's go."

"Alright man, I'm followin' you guys."

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Raoul had been on a spaceship.

A spaceship.

A

Fuckin'

S p a c e s h i p

If it wasn't for the fact he was stranded on an alien planet who knows how far from Earth, Raoul probably would have gone full nerd mode for at least an hour. As it stood, he just followed the red mecha named Ironhide (which is so cool??? Holy shit??) as they land inside a full on city packed with more mechas than he'd ever seen in his entire life, glowing eyes honing in on him when he exits the spaceship. It wasn't hard to see why, even though he was smaller than most mecha back home, he was a good head or two above most of these non-mecha aliens.

"Another one?" A white and red mecha had been talking to someone when they arrived, the insignia on his shoulders registering to the human as some sort of medical marking when it (He? She? Oh god this was going to get confusing soon) hurries over to one of the injured mechas that he'd traveled with.

"To be fair, this one was kidnapped too." Ironhide rolled his eyes, clapping a hand on Raoul's shoulder. "Or, tackled I guess."

"I'd say it counts as kidnappin' man." Raoul wants to facepalm when everyone stares at him, settling for grimacing as he watches Ironhide let out some sort of electronic laugh. "I don't normally get blindsided by three putos gilipollas."

"Don't know what that means, but you humans are pretty resilient when it comes ta fightin' Quintessons, gotta give you that."

"Fighting what?" Raoul is led off the landing pad and down among the passing mechas, glad no one could see his face as the stares never seemed to end. "What's a Quintesauce?"

"Quintesson, an' it's the guys trying to take over yer planet."

"Oh..." Quintesson, the name felt wrong in his mouth as he travels through a massive military base, so distracted by the sights he doesn't see the mecha he runs into, jumping back at the offended spine rattling noise that escaped the other. "Shit!"

"Sorry fella, I forgot to send word ahead." Ironhide steadied Raoul with a shake of his head, the other alien looking lost as he motioned to Raoul. "Got us another human, this one can't seem to stand our native tongue."

"How unfortunate." The new mecha scoffed after a moment, arms crossing over its (rather shiny) chest. "Perhaps it should watch where it's going then, hm?"

"Excuse me for bein' distracted by a whole new planet, don't need to be a dick about it." Raoul challenged once he could move again, eyeing the red-faced mecha.

"I do not know what a "dick" is, but I can tell when someone is being offensive." The shorter huffed, two wings (jet wings? What??) twitching as they give the humans frame a once-over with a sneer. "Why is your frame a clash of so many designs? It is displeasing to the optics."

"It's called art, shame you can't pull your head out of your ass to see it."

"Art is meant to be beautiful and inspiring, that seems better suited to blinding the enemy."

"Just makes it even more functional then, blinding them with human creativity before I kill them."

"That is not what-"

"Femmes femmes you're both pretty, can we pack it up?" Both Raoul and the other turned to look at Ironhide, who looked both amused and annoyed. "C'mon human, I'd like ta get off-duty eventually, you two can go bother each other some other time."

"After you, big guy." Raoul shrugged, giving the stunned bot a two-finger salute as he hurries after Ironhide.

Neither mech nor human think to ask about each other's name until they're both far from sight.

Ironhide leads Raoul to some sort of command center, the various mechas inside turning and reacting in surprise at the sight of Raoul, save for the only true mecha in the room.

"Oh my god...SOMEONE FROM EARTH?!" The black and white mecha vaulted across the massive holographic table between them before anyone else could react, practically vibrating in place as he grabbed Raoul's shoulders. "You have no idea how happy I am to see someone from terra firma right now."

"I can guess." Raoul chuckled, looking the taller mecha over. "You're the guy who went missing in orbit, right? Jazz?"

"That I am, name's Jazz, and let me assure ya you're among good mechs, er, people." Jazz let go to motion to the curious group behind him, clearly at ease. "Got a name?"

"Raoul, it's nice to meet you man." Raoul gave a small wave, not sure what else to really say. "Where are we? One minute I'm fighting outside of Detroit, the next I'm...well, wherever here is."

"Cybertron, our home planet." The only mech (mech? He'd need to ask what they were called, mecha was not right) that had some height on both him and Jazz stepped forward, his deep voice washing off some lingering anxiety from his earlier battle the New Yorker hadn't even noticed. "I welcome you Raoul, and I apologize for your...unexpected trip from your home planet."

"Not your guys' fault, just a hazard of the job...apparently?" Raoul shrugged, looking around the room. "What happens now, Mr...?"

"My name is Optimus Prime. As for what happens next, I'd like Ratchet to look over your frame for any potential damage before I have Jazz give you a tour. Do you require any rest or food?"

"I probably have a few hours in me before the adrenaline crash hits, I'll survive."

"Very well."

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Raoul crashed a few hours after his arrival, in fact falling asleep in his piloting chair while Ratchet ran more than a few tests. The medic shook his helm in amusement when he noticed before rapping on the plating above where Raoul should be located, stepping back when his mecha jerked up, ready to fight if needed.

"No sleeping in my medbay unless you're injured." Despite the lack of a face plate, Ratchet could see the confusion turn to understanding once Raoul was up and on his feet through his body language. "I also went ahead and dialed down your audial sensitivity, don't want your processor melting out of your audials."

"Oh...is there a way I can reset it, if I need it?" Raoul raised a hand to touch the side of his mecha, not really feeling anything out of place, but the lack of spin-rattling ambient noise was a relief.

"Of course, I introduced some programming to allow you full control, should be in your processor under audial control. Now out, Jazz should be waiting for you." The medic made a shooing motion toward the doors.

"Right on, Doc." Raoul made a two-fingered salute before hurrying out, having annoyed his own medics enough to want to avoid doing the same to a guy fifty times his height. Jazz was indeed waiting outside, chatting up a mecha (no, Cybertronian) in the strange language he'd heard before, something he was going to have questions about later as he made his way over.

"You survived the ol' Hatchet, congrats!" Jazz straightened as the other studied Raoul with an intense expression, the pilot not hearing his fellow human as he studied the expressive face in pure curiosity. He had no idea metal could be so expressive, and it's not until a hand waves in front of his face that Raoul forgets he isn't alone, glad no one could see his embarrassment. "Earth to Raoul."

"Oh, shit, sorry, what were you saying?"

"I know Prowler is pretty, but he's spoken for." Jazz chuckled, putting himself between the alien and Raoul while slinging an arm around the shorter mecha's shoulders. "C'mon, I've got show and tell duty, and this place is pretty big. Prowler, catch ya later?"

"It is still Prowl, but of course." The alien (bot? mech? Mech is easy enough) raised an eyebrow, the doors (??) on his back giving a small flick when Jazz tilted his head slightly. "Try not to take our new arrival anywhere..."fun"."

"Aw, but those are the best places!" Jazz whined as Prowl shook his head, moving past the two to continue down the hall. "Yer no fun!"

"Goodbye Jazz." The bot waved a hand as he continued walking, the pilot chuckling as Raoul watched in quiet amusement.

"Sooooo....how does the sex work?"

"Oh no, you don't get that until we're drinking the last of my whiskey."

"Well, good thing I happen to always have a store of tequila in my mecha, then."

"Raoul, my man, we are goin' to get along great!"

Four hours and a tour of the biggest military base Raoul had ever seen in his life later, found Jazz and the New Yorker halfway to drunkenness. They had set up in some sort of rec room/cafeteria (Raoul still wasn't sure, but he'd learn), and Raoul watched with how...at ease Jazz was disengaging from his mecha in a less than secure setting. He hadn't personally known Jazz before his disappearance over two years prior, but the man didn't look too different from the remembrance posters Raoul had seen around, save for longer hair and some nasty scarring along his side when he pulled down his outer flight suit to cool off. Jazz was just fascinated with Raoul's mecha suit, what started out as a plain blue flight suit now covered in patches and custom leatherwork fans had sent in through his career, even his helmet painted to the last inch.

"Man, I am so jealous, you look so cool." Jazz sighed, grabbing Raoul's helmet to examine while the other grabbed the mentioned alcohol from his mecha. "How come you got to personalize?"

"I punched a general when he started bitching about my first set of graffiti, said if I was bein' sent out to die, might as well go out in style y'know? The mayor of New York even wrote in about it, and I guess PR loved it or somethin', 'cause no one bothered me about it again after that." Raoul fishes out the first bottle he can grab, waving it in the air in victory as he carefully steps back onto his mecha's arm. "I get kids to help me change it up after every battle, keeps it fresh and excitin'."

"And here I got yelled at for adding literal black and white coloring, that is incredibly lame." The smell of tequila nearly made Jazz's mouth water, the two taking a seat as the bottle began to be shared back and forth. "Please tell me you've got a decent food synthesizer, I don't think I can last much longer on my basic diet."

"I got one of the newer ones recently, I've had a lot of downtime in stealth mode." Raoul shrugged, letting Jazz have the majority of the drink. "The Quinetseans started gettin' decent at ambushing smaller towns with some stealth bullshit, so we got better at finding them first."

"Quintessons, and damn, that sucks." Jazz frowned, head spinning as he took another swig. "I miss Earth, you have no idea how happy I am to see another human being."

"I can only imagine, we all thought you were dead." Raoul shook his head with a low whistle. "Seems like you've been with a good group, though, and Prowl? How did you manage that?"

"A whole lotta patience." Jazz hummed, sipping the tequila once more as he lay on his side, grinning at his new friend. "To be honest, I fell for him before I even knew these guys weren't mecha, so it didn't really change any of those feelin's much."

"Good for you, take every day you can, y'know? Not like we have many of those."

"How's the turnover rate?"

"Worse, we're losin' 'em faster than we can keep replacements. Part of that is because there's a haunted mecha, but that's a whole story."

"Tell it, now. Mecha ghosts are a thing???" Jazz's eyes widened as Raoul launched into a tale of a (suspected) pilot turning spirit haunting his mecha, and how some random medic or something had been the only one to survive so far. For some reason, Jazz finds that little fact hilarious, and the two are in hysterics before long, their laughter garnering the attention of off-duty bots who entered to get energon. One of them was the bot Raoul had accidentally run into earlier, eyeing the two giggling humans as he grabbed his ration before grabbing a table, leaning over to the bot closest to him.

"Blaster, who is the new human?" The communications specialist shot him a weird look at how softly Tracks spoke, but he had seen more bizarre things over the years.

"Raoul Ortiz, Jazz scanned his mecha files, or whatever the humans do for that sort of thing, and sent me what he found. He is a pilot as well, and is classified as something called a calvary scout, has been for just shy of seven jours." Blaster scanned the data pad he fished from his subspace with a shrug, looking up at the other mech. "Seems nice enough, haven't seen Jazz smile so much."

"I suppose that's not too surprising, he's not seen a human in a long time." Tracks watched Jazz sit up, pointing at something that made Raoul howl with laughter, falling back onto the tabletop with a face plate that was taking on a red hue as he grinned.

"Want a human of your own too?"

"No!" Blaster gives him an amused look, but says nothing else as he's drawn into another conversation, leaving Tracks alone to watch Jazz and the new human (Raoul, what an odd designation) get overcharged with their single bottle until Prowl finally swooped in and carefully tugged the small high grade (no, alcohol?) bottle from Jazz's hands. He didn't realize the room had mostly emptied until the superior officer looked right at him, doorwings twitching in exasperation as he motioned to the unfamiliar frame.

"I require your assistance in helping Raoul to his quarters, he and Jazz have become quite overcharged." Tracks fought back the urge to cycle his optics as he stood, setting his empty ration cube to be cleaned before sauntering over, observing the new human start the climb to his cockpit from the table.

"Does it need anything?"

"Time, and a steady arm." Prowl flicked over the location of Raoul's newly assigned quarters before returning his attention to Jazz, who had gotten back in control of his frame to drape it across the Praxian with a coo.

"Aw I love ya Prowler, even if ya stop my fun." Tracks couldn't help the vent that escaped him as Prowl shook his helm in exasperation, guiding his wayward partner across the room as Tracks waited for Raoul to do...whatever it was they needed to do in the frame. He'd never seen Jazz entering his mecha, eyeing the small piloting chair within what would be their spark chamber light up when Raoul sat down, the human tugging down a thick cable and plugging it into the back of his helm covering, his frame's arms and legs twitching as organic and machine became one.

"Like what ya see?" Raoul was not as overcharged to the extent Jazz was, but clearly had had a sip or two himself, standing with a stretch and low hum as his chassis covering slipped closed.

"I was merely curious." Tracks began to head toward the location Prowl had given him, the human following without a word.

"You can ask questions, I don't really care about answerin' them, I'm gonna have a bunch myself after I hit the sack."

"What does hitting something have to do with questions?" Tracks asked, the human laughing when they turned down a corridor. "What?"

"I'm not actually hitting anything, it's just an expression, just means me goin' to sleep." Raoul paused when he caught sight of a training room, his faceless helm moving as he took in the sight. "Whoa, this is so cool."

"Why?" Tracks paused as he watched the other. "Do you not have training rooms?"

"Not really, well, not mecha sized anyways. Lot of our trainin' is done in training pods that simulate the field, I only get to properly mess around when I'm in the field." The human entered the room, poking at some sort of training dummy with a finger. "So yea, this is cool to see training gear this size."

"That is...strange, but when you are all so small, I suppose having the space is not a luxury you can afford."

"Nope! When we get back though, I should show you the place a few of us pilots like to sneak off to, we throw parts of mountains at each other and it's so fun." Raoul laughed, stumbling slightly as he left the room with a shake of his helm. "Man...that's even if we get back."

"I am sure Wheeljack and the others will find a way, I know they have been for Jazz for some time." Tracks led Raoul down another corridor; the lighting dimmed down this one due to it being personal quarters. "It is not so bad, however, he's found good company."

"Like you?" Raoul glanced over, noting how the other bot tensed in a way that was far too familiar.

"No, I have only dealt with him in passing."

"Uh huh..." They finally came to a stop outside of a door, Tracks pressing a panel on the right side to open the door, revealing a room that held a bed, desk with a chair, a lamp and some floating crystals on one wall unit. A small bed that was his actual size had been placed on the desk beside what looked like a water cooler and some alien fruits in a small bowl, and Raoul sent out a silent thanks to whoever did that. "This is a pretty nice place."

"If you need anything, Prowl informed me that your mecha's internal comm system has been linked into our own, and that Jazz's line has been made your primary." Tracks watched Raoul sit his mecha down, the frame powering down as he unhooked himself (still weird to watch if he was honest) after opening his chassis, grinning up at Tracks before using an arm he positioned as a bridge.

"You've been a lot of help, thanks!" The human waved up at him, and Tracks gave a short bow, turning to leave. "Before you go, can I get yer name?"

"I am known as Tracks." The human looked to the side as he mouthed his designation, and his spark fluttered when a smile was sent his way.

"Nice ta meet ya Tracks, I think I'm just gonna have to make myself some good company for ya." The mech looked taken aback by the declaration, his eyes blinking(????) before a small smile crossed his face, glowing eyes focusing on Raoul as his engine rumbled quietly.

"Perhaps you will, we shall have to see."

[subway-boss-jericho]

I cannot wait for this reblog to be incomprehensible to everyone following my blog because i am a cringefail social media poster who hasn't actually shared any of the thoughts in eyr brain for literal months </3 Anyways YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! MY BOYS!!!!! SO MANY OF THEM!!!!! A if anyone has questions about them i swear to god I'll answer all my asks eventually, feel free to send one in

I was in a fun friend-group secret santa event this year! My santee was @joyfulness03 and I had a GREAT time making these! (Don't look at the date I'm posting this, it's always Christmas in my heart <3)

[nestedneons]

By jilt with stablediffusion

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[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

The Powerpuff Problem

See the thing with Powerpuff Girls is for four seasons it's like this:

"Oh, our hit kids show isn't that weird. I mean sure, it's a show that stars adorable little girls that are so unapologetically violent that there's blood in the intro and even some episodes..."

"OH GOD, aliens are invading! And even worse - THEY'RE BROCCOLI!"

"...they fight a zombie magician, we do a mecha episode whilst simultaneously mocking the mecha genre, one of the main recurring villains is straight up Satan..."

"Oh I'm sorry, did you wanna go on vacation? Too bad, your absence will mean the end of society as you know it. Everyone you know is either miserable, insane, or dead, and they all blame you! Did I mention you're five?"

"...in fact we have another one called Sedusa...now that I think about it we put a lot of innuendos in this actually..."

"Hey. Hey Craig. Hey Craig I wanna do a double length episode where the stars of this children's show say "dick" over and over again, is that cool? Great...also I'm giving it one of the darkest endings we've ever done k byyyyyyyyyyyyye."

"...b-but there's cute stuff too! There's a fun episode where the girls play inside on a rainy day, there's one where they get turned into cute little puppies, there's one where they sing about love to save the day, there's one where they eat candy which we use as a way to tackle the subject of addiction-wait..."

"Let's do our own take on Frankenstein! Can it have a sudden downer ending that will scar a generation of kids? Sure, f*ck it!"

"...OK maybe it's pretty weird. But being unique is good! That's part of what our show's all about - it's unusual to see little girls being the ones who kick butt, but they're characters young girls deserve to see, and characters EVERYONE can be inspired by. Now let's watch the movie that came out less than a year after 9/11 where the heroes destroy a city that totally doesn't resemble NYC!"

Then the last two are just...

"OK, who wet the bed?"

"So in this episode these usually kickass heroines are forced to quietly ask a criminal to leave their house, with noooooo onscreen fighting whatsoever... don't worry the kids will love it!"

"...and then all the characters sing about how they should all get along. The End! All of them? Yep. Even the villains? Yep. Even Him? Yep. With no bait-and-switch joke where all the villains immediately go back to their old ways? Correct!"

"OK, so like...crying. We make can make 11 minutes out of that, right?"

"Let's bring back the Rowdyruff Boys, not just for a rematch, but permanently! OK! What do you want them to do? Graffiti, rob and beat up people for fun, property damage, stuff like that. Don't the Gangreen Gang do that stuff already? I guess. So what will THEY do? Eh I dunno turn them into simps for an episode. Anyway, wouldn't it be cool if 2 out of the 6 appearances the RRB make after being revived never actually happened?"

"Yes of course we need multiple close-up shots of the sunburnt, bulging skin of three five-year-old girls. Yes of course we have to show it peeling off towards the end! How else are we gonna teach kids to use sunscreen? Could you tell this episode was part of the Chris Savino era?"

"Hey is it just me or is the pacing of our newer episodes kinda...slow? What do you mean? They're fin-zzzzzzzzzzzz-"

"mAyOr wAnT ToAst!"

[frostbittenfemme]

@helicrazy Having never been one to follow another doctors orders Wild quickly defies the order of being on bedrest after returning home from her stint in the hospital. Instead she finds herself in the south of Iacon; ambling along in a rather destitute area. It's a place where the consequences of the war are glaringly obvious and well preserved, smashed windows and abandoned structures fill the streets, chain-link fences that have been cut through surround them.

It is no longer the area Wild once knew; in fact it's barely recognisable. She wouldn't realise exactly where she were if it wasn't for what's left of the giant building in front of her. What was once a pristine white building is now a dingy grey, millennia of soot and smoke from fire stains the exterior. Piles of rubble tower high like mountains where walls have collapsed and graffiti has been sprayed up the exterior marking it as gang territory. Unsightly mecha wonder about the site visibly armed, yelling things at one another while some are adding more spray paint to the already desecrated walls.

The sight alone is enough to make Wild feel sick to her fuel tank. This isn't their territory. It belongs to her and her energon practically boils seeing it being used in such a manner. Just as she goes to cross the threshold shooting pain jolts through her frame. It's enough to make her stumble into a nearby wall and prompts Wild to let out a frustrated growl at the unwelcome reminder of the state she's in from her own frame.

She do desperately wants to take care of this herself, put an end to the desecration of her old clinic and make the ones who did this suffer. But even she has to admit she's in no state to do so… not unless she gets help.

The medic remains braced against the wall as thoughts rush into her helm, maybe there is someone who can help. Wild doesn't hesitate and opens a commline;

::Konriadok Vikhtsu I'll be at the mansion in an hour, I have a proposition for you.::

Wild takes one last glance at the building, before making her way to the Combaticon residence. * * * *

It didn't take her long to reach the Combaticon's home and as always she's armed with baked goods in order to sweeten the deal. The small femme readjusts her grip on the tower of containers she's carrying so she can knock on the door. She hopes it doesn't take someone too long to answer, she's already exhausted just from the journey.

[puyopuyo]

Mecha Boss Rogue's Theme Artist: Konami Kukeiha Club Album: Pop'n Twinbee Graffiti (Pop'n・ツインビー・グラフィティ)

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 8

Personality: 

Hobbies:

Acting. Archery. Acrobatics. Animation. Anime. Astrology. Astronomy. Baking. Beading. Beatboxing. Bicycling. Billiards. Bird Watching. Board Games. Blogging. Bowling. Boxing. Calligraphy. Camping. Card Games. Cars. Cartography. Chess. Clubbing. Coding. Collecting. Cooking. Comedy. Comics. Cosplay. Crafts. Dancing. Darts. Drawing. Debating. Dominoes. Embroidery. Engineering. Engraving. Exercising. Extreme Sports. Fanart Drawing. Fanfiction Writing. Fashion Design. Fencing. Film Making. Fishing. Flower Arrangement. Forging. Fortune Telling. Gardening. Geocaching. Golfing. Graffiti Art. Gunpla. Guns. Gymnastics. Hiking. Home Improvement. Horseback riding. Hunting. Ice Skating. Improv. Inventing. Journaling. Juggling. Kendo. Kickboxing. Larping. Lego. Magic. Mahjong. Map Making. Marbles. Martial Arts. Mechas. Miniature Plastic Models. Mixology. Modeling. Mountain Biking. Mountain Climbing. Music. Origami. Paintballing. Painting. Parkour. Performing Magic Tricks. Photography. Playing an Instrument. Playwriting. Podcasting. Poetry. Programming. Public Speaking. Puppetry. Puzzles. Radio Hosting. Reading. Rapping. Research. Restoring Cars. Restoring Mechas. Restoring Motorcycles. Robotics. Roleplaying. Rollerblading. Running. Rock Climbing. Sailing. Science. Scriptwriting. Scuba Diving. Sculpting. Sewing. Shopping. Singing. Skateboarding. Sketching. Skiing. Skydiving. Smithing. Snowboarding. Social Media. Songwriting. Sports. Stand up. Stargazing. Stitching. Storytelling. Streaming. Street Racing. Surfing. Swimming. Sword Fighting. Tabletop or role playing games. Tattooing. Technology. Traveling. Video gaming. Writing. Weightlifting. Woodworking.

Likes: They like

Dislikes: They dislike

Personality Type: ENFP. INFP

Sanguine. Phlegmatic. Choleric.

Positive character traits:

Active. Adaptable. Adventurous. Affectionate, Affluent. Agreeable. Alert. Alluring. Altruistic. Ambitious. Analytical. Animated. Appreciative. Artistic. Athletic. Attentive. Beautiful. Benevolent. Bold. Bright. Brilliant. Calm. Candid. Capable. Careful. Cautious. Charitable. Charming. Charismatic. Cheeky. Civil. Clean. Committed. Confident. Cooperative. Comical. Compassionate. Conscientious. Considerate. Cool. Courageous. Courteous. Crafty. Creative. Cultured. Curious. Daring. Decisive. Defiant. Delightful. Dedicated. Dependable. Determined. Devoted. Diplomatic. Direct. Disciplined. Driven. Dynamic. Eager. Earnest. Easygoing. Ecstatic. Effective. Efficient. Elated. Elegant. Eloquent. Empathetic.  Emotional. Enchanting. Encouraging. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Excited. Experienced. Extroverted. Fair. Faithful. Fancy. Fashionable. Flexible. Focused. Forgiving. Friendly. Frank. Free. Frugal. Funny. Generous. Genius. Genuine. Gentle. Gifted. Graceful. Grateful. Happy. Hard Working. Helpful. Homely. Honest. Honorable. Hopeful. Hospitable. Humble. Idealistic. Imaginative. Independent. Influential. Inquisitive. Inspiring. Introverted. Intelligent. Irresistible. Joyful. Jovial. Just. Kind. Kindhearted. Knowledgeable. Lenient. Likable. Logical. Loving. Loyal. Mature. Mindful. Modest. Merciful. Nice. Nurturing. Objective. Observant. Organized. Open. Open-minded. Optimistic. Passionate. Patient. Playful. Peaceful. Perceptive. Persistent. Persuasive. Philanthropic. Pleasant. Poetic. Poised. Polite. Popular. Positive. Precise. Proactive. Prodigal. Professional. Proper. Protective. Proud. Punctual. Quiet. Quirky. Realistic. Reasonable. Rebellious. Receptive. Refined. Reliable. Respectful. Resourceful. Responsible. Self Regulation. Self Reliant. Sensible. Sentimental. Serene. Serious. Sharp. Shrewd. Slick. Skilled. Social. Sociable. Soft. Sophisticated. Spiritual. Spontaneous. Stable. Stylish. Studious. Successful. Supportive. Tactful. Talented. Talkative. Tasteful. Thoughtful. Tolerant. Trusting. Tranquil. Trendy. Vulnerable. Unbiased. Unique. Upright. Versatile. Vigilant. Well read. Wholesome. Wise. Witty. Worldly. Youthful. 

Negative character traits: 

Addiction. Afraid. Aggressive. Alcoholism. Aloof. Angry. Annoyed. Angsty. Anxious. Apathetic. Argumentative. Arrogant. Ashamed. Attention Seeker. Bitter. Blunt. Boastful. Bossy. Brash. Brutal. Calculating. Callous. Chaotic. Childish. Cold. Crabby. Cocky. Combative. Competitive. Conceited. Cranky. Crass. Critical. Crude. Cynical. Dark. Decadence. Demanding. Depressed. Disrespectful. Distressed. Doubtful. Eccentric. Fearful. Fidgety. Finicky. Flirtatious. Foolish. Fretful. Frustrated. Glumness. Grouchy. Grumpy. Harsh. Heartbroken. Hedonistic. Hero Syndrome. Hurt. Hyper. Immature. Impatient. Impolite. Impulsive. Indifferent. Irritable. Jaded. Jealous. Lavish. Lazy. Lost. Loud. Martyr. Merciless. Mean. Messy. Miserable. Misguided. Moody. Naive. Needy. Nervous. Noisy. Obnoxious. Odd. Overbearing. Paranoid. Perfectionist. Pessimistic. Picky. Plain. Prankster. Pretentious. Primadonna. Private. Procrastinator. Provocative. Quiet. Rebellious. Reckless. Resentful. Reserved. Restless. Rude. Ruthless. Sarcastic. Secretive. Selfish. Self Destructive. Self Indulgent. Scatterbrained. Sensitive. Shy. Sleazy. Skeptical. Sly. Snobbish. Strange. Stoic. Strict. Sulky. Stubborn. Suspicious. Tactless. Temperamental. Tense. Touchy. Troubled. Unstable. Uptight. Upset. Vain. Vicious. Wary. Weary. Worrisome. Vindictive. Volatile. Withdrawn. Workaholic. Zealous. 

Some of these are negative personality traits the plural system use as a form of protection as a survivor of abuse and trauma before they healed with therapy and counseling.

Some of these negative character traits are from when they were a child, preteen, teenage, or young adult demigod and alien hybrid as part of their adolescent phase. 

Others are normal negative personality traits as a normal person like everyone else since no one is perfect. 

Some negative character traits are because of brainwashing and mind control when they were a supervillain. Some of these negative character traits are because of the Terran Empire or conditioning and indoctrination under the Earth Hegemony.  Their oppressors did this to get them to do actions that went against their morals, character, and code. 

Some of the negative character traits are only active when the war god ancestry gets too awry or when the drawback of the berserk state gets too much. It’s also only activated by the bloodthirsty god of war Ares or the god of love Aphrodite as a way of manipulating the main character as a demigod.

Virtues:

Courage, Charity, Diligence,  Humility, Justice, Kindness, Patience, Prudence, Temperance,

Vices

Indulgence, Lust, Wrath

Coping skills:

Positive: Martial arts. Art. Music. Singing. Playing an instrument. Acting. Photography. Dancing. Painting. Sculpting. Poetry. Theatre. 

Negative: Alcohol. Drugs. Thrill seeking. Extreme sports. Street racing with classic (modern by our standards cars). Formula one racing with super car hover cars. Underground Fighting. Gladiatorial Fighting. Bar Fighting. Tavern Brawling when in other magical realms. Metahuman and superhuman fighting sponsored by intergalactic empires. Superhero antihero and supervillain fighting sponsored by superhuman conglomerates. Super soldier fighting sponsored by intergalactic militaries. 

Voice:

They have a soothing voice. They have an appealing voice. They have a honeyed voice as a demigod. They have a modulated voice as an alien hybrid. They have an orotund voice. They have a ringing voice. They have a softly spoken voice when speaking to children and teenagers. They are a fast or slow talker depending on the situation. They have a silvery voice as a deity. They have a low pitch usually but high when they are excited. As someone who is confident they speak with a loud, clear, concise, and confident voice. The tone of their voice changes depending on their mood.