#now... back to giant alien robots :'D

[ryuki-draws]

My awful son living at the bottom of the well, has every curse known to man. The Christmas sweater is his official outfit in my mind now.

[revelboo]

Your fics helped give me the extra motivation I needed to start reading MTMTE and omgosh im loving it SO much! And I was wondering if mayhaps I could request a fun thing with Skids :D? (only if you feel up for it of course!) Maybe the reader very suddenly and spontaneously getting caught up in whatever he's getting into (its just a plot hook im always a sucker for) idk, but I do know whatever you do write with him will be gold

Hysteria

IDW Skids x Reader

• So far, so good. Though how he’d ended up the defacto negotiator is beyond him. Offering a smile to the multi-limbed organics, careful to not show his denta in case they find it offensive or threatening, he hands over the crate of tech Rodimus and Megatron had okayed to gift as a peace gesture. Most of it so outdated to be of no consequence or outright broken. Not that the slimy, little aliens will figure that out any time soon. He and the Lost Light long gone by then through the heavily guarded space. Bending into a bow to their leader even though he still towers over them, he hears a sharp cry and follows the sound. Seeing a human being dragged along by two of the aliens. And realizing the job is about to go sideways.

• Fighting against the leash, you scream when you fall and are dragged by the ugly monsters. This nightmare never ending. You’d been driving and then the next thing you know, you’re here. Wherever here is and surrounded by slimy monsters. Hearing your tormentors making a rasping chirp before a shadow falls across all of you. Because apparently things can get worse. Now there’s a giant, blue robot looming over you, frowning as he gestures at you and rasp-clicks something in their unintelligible language. Judging by their gestures in return, they’re arguing. Over you? You’re not sure who’s worse. The slimy monsters or the robot. At least the robot likely isn’t going to eat you, no telling what the others wanted with you.

• “Yeah, no. That’s a human. It’s uh, mine. It wandered off,” he lies. Because even though he’s almost sure this human isn’t one of the ones from the ship, he can’t exactly leave you with these savages to frag or eat. Or both at the same time. “So, I’ll just take it back now.” And they hiss at him, one reaching for a weapon. So much for not starting an intergalactic incident. “Ah, frag it.” Drawing his own weapon, he opens fire and grabs you, running as aliens start shouting. Radioing the ship as he goes, aware of the human shrieking. “Fire up the engines!”

• Dangling from the robot’s hand as it runs with you swinging sickeningly at the end of his arm, you scream your head off. Because the giant is shooting at the smaller aliens, they’re shooting back, and you’re in the middle of it. Aware that there’s profanity amid your screams, cursing him, them, fate. That you’re about to die by some stupid sci-fi bullshit. And then there’s more robots, armed to the teeth as your, you really hope, rescuer runs toward them and a huge ship.

• “We sent you so there wouldn’t be an incident!” Rodimus yells as Skids runs to cover. “I could have just sent Whirl if I wanted to start a war!” Which is fair, but still hurtful as he lifts you to his chassis, Rodimus seeing you and swearing. “I’m going to fragging kill Brainstorm. How are they still showing up?!” Glancing down at you and your pale face, you make a funny choking sound and repay him for saving your life by hurling on his hand.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Quick question for @sugar-soda, @thewickedweiner and/or anyone who knows what this is: What the h*ck is Transformers, and are the cartoons any good?

Note: I don't know a lot about the series, who's really the good guy or bad guy, or even what the h*ll happened to make the Decepticons and Autobots enemies, but d*rn it, I'm curious now-

(Seriously? Giant robot aliens, who can turn into animals, or cars, or trucks, or jets, or even tanks or trains?! And I like the fact that if I made an au, I can add more alien traits to the X-Men-as-Transformers) (let's face it, the divorced husbands got in a fight, neither one backed down, and now they're both scrawny survivor groups wanting to rebuild their once great family) (guess how well that works)

[weirdmarioenemies]

This is a post about GUBBLE

Gubble is funny, we all know this. Look at Gubble, look and giggle. But Gubble is not just something to laugh at, it is something to laugh WITH! It is a fun little game full of nonsense words and weird little creatures. I highly recommend reading the manual, which you can find here, as it is actually rather funny! I will be talking about some of my favorite Gubble Creatures! So here I am, posting a Gubble. It's Friday, alright!

Gubble D. Gleep

Oh hell yeah! Look at that rendering. I never want to see Gubble in a "good" rendering style. I don't think he would be able to breathe. Gubble is the main Gubble Creature. He is a funny alien! The gleep glorp kind! He has a wacky skin color and antennae, but his big defining features are his ears, which he is very proud of. I do not know how they work! It is weird to see an alien with antennae AND ears, since I always assume alien antennae are for detecting sound, but maybe Gubble's are like regular animal antennae, and are for smelling!

Gubble makes all sorts of weird noises as he flies around in his, I quote, "mini-spaceship pod thing". He uses that to unscrew screws and pry out nails and anything else he needs to do to detach Zymbots from the surface of the planet Rennigar, and Zymbots are the levels, and you see the word "Zymbot" a LOT in this game, and I think that is wonderful.

They even put "Zymbot" on the cover of the sequel! That only makes the information more confusing than it otherwise would have been. I am all for it! But what awaits you, among the Zymbots...?

Wangry Wobot

"They are red and they are angry. Unfortunately, they don't know what they are angry about, but they know they like to follow aliens around."

Look at this! See what I mean? The manual is so delightful! Wangry Wobot... such a wonderful name! This wobot is wangry... or I should say, this wobot is angry, because the description informs us that it is angry, and Wangry Wobot is its name. All it does is walk, but in a funny way, with those legs sliding back and forth on its body, not bending or anything. I love how flat and minimalist this thing is. Built and programmed just to walk around, yet built with the capacity for anger...

Wangry Wobot Wannabee

"They are not-quite-red (blue actually), but they want to be every bit as angry as the Wangry Wobots. They haven’t learned how to follow aliens yet, so they just wander around aimlessly. Pathetic, really, but oh well…"

Hey! Be nice to them! If Wangry Wobot is Gubble's Goomba, then the Wannabee is Gubble's Goombrat. These are even more endearing with their personality! They look up to Wangry Wobots so much, like a younger sibling or maybe even a child, a freshly hatched robot from a metal egg. I wish we had funny robots like this in real life, but the only ones they make in real life these days are evil. Hopefully it will one day be economically feasible to fund some funny robots that walk around town and do literally nothing but kind of get in the way. Would be cool!

FlatWorm

"These guys like to sneak up on you unnoticed and cause grief and misery."

Wow! I would not have expected to see notable Creature Representation in Gubble of all things, but here we have a platyhelminth that at least I think is pretty clearly a stylized planarian! This one is a funny shape, like a shoehorn, and has a funny depth to it, like it was cut out of a sheet of dough. Now, normally I would be telling you that no animal is morally bad, they don't have the capacity for it, but we are told in FlatWorm's description that it is, indeed, messed up and evil. Just get away from it, please! Get back to the zymbot! Had you forgotten about the zymbot?

Orb

"They just roam around over your head. They're orbs, ya know?"

I am not sure I know! But they are cool orbs! Good job making some orbs! Their eyes make them look like giant ostracods, the most orbtastic creature of all!

Slug Bug

"An example of the bizarre Rennigar fauna. Man, somebody must have gone pop-eyed when that monster was created."

Created??? These creatures were Created??? Even the non-mechanical ones? By who? Mad scientists? Gubble God? I don't know! Whoever it was, I don't think they know what a slug is, though. Pincers, segments, bristles, this is all bug, no slug! Like some kind of larva to me. The five eyes are goofy, but most insects technically do have five eyes, with two compound eyes and three little ocelli on top!

Drone

"Originally used as repair drones, these spidery-looking things will use their pinchers on you just as effectively. Stay out of their reach!"

Look, it's Drone! Like they keep putting in the cartoons to keep them timely! I am fascinated by the manual for calling these "spidery-looking", since it is clearly some kind of roboshark head with pinchy claws. Did you know? Real spiders do not look like robosharks! However, I am not saying the manual is WRONG. Maybe "spider" means something entirely different than the way we Earthlings use it. After all, we say "level" instead of "zymbot", like a bunch of knuckleheads!

Uurrgghh

"The stories go that the Uurrgghhs used to be somebody's eyes and were stolen. Now they roam back and forth looking for their owner. And if they can't find their owner, you would do as well. Want a pair of alien eyes?"

I will bookend this post with another of the silliest enemy names. We really go from Drone right to Uurrgghh. Awesome! Uurrgghh is almost a fantasy creature, a classic eyeball with bat wings, but it has this cool metal exoskeleton or helmet with droopy horns, and three tentacles emerging from the bottom, so it is also fittingly sci-fi, which I think is very fun. I don't think they looked like that when they were just someone's eyes, but put on this protective outfit to stay moist and healthy while flying around with no eyelids. Would you welcome them into your sockets? They don't HAVE to replace your current eyes. They could all be friends!

So those are just some of my favorite silly things from Gubble! If you did not know much about Gubble, I hope you have a new appreciation for it! Be careful out there on those zymbots!

[ftmdilfmode]

They invade my dreams every night...

Part 1

Tw: ftmpreg, alien abduction, forced impregnation, egg insertion, egg laying, egg birth, alien birth, cervical dilation, tentacle rape, accelerated pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, belly inflation, body inflation, anal tentacle, drugging, double penetration

POV: you are a trans man or nonbinary person with a uterus who goes to sleep and has a weird alien dream that feels too real.

This is not intended to be about cis women, don't tag it as such. Do not share this on blogs with d*trans related content.

I woke up in an office space full of sterile looking couches and a presentation screen. I looked around, not sure how I got to be sitting here, before it occurred to me that I was naked. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, crossed my legs, and looked around the room in a panic.

I last remembered falling asleep in my bed, how did I end up here?

Two tall men in dress shirts and slacks entered the room. Both had unnaturally straight posture, and moved almost robotically. They stopped on either side of the screen in front of me as it lit up with a logo that resembled Saturn with a DNA strand as the ring.

"hello, human subject!" The one spoke, calmly but with little inflection. "I'm sure you must be confused, but as far as your physical body is concerned, you're dreaming! This is all happening in a metaphysical dimension your physical body can't exist in, but you are one of the few lucky humans who are able to interact with our dimension through the subconscious, which is why you're here!"

I opened my mouth to ask a question when the other man spoke. "We are part of an endangered species of interdimensional beings that your species often call "aliens" or "the fae", and our race is dying out. But you are the key to our survival!"

"why me? What do you need me to do?" I blurted out.

The first man spoke as an infographic popped on the screen. "As you see here, our species is able to reproduce through the human subconscious, primarily in individuals with specific hormonal and chemical levels such as your own. This won't affect your physical body, but while you sleep, you'll experience pregnancy and birth of different subspecies of our race. We're purely energy based beings, so our physical forms in this realm are malleable and our offspring have several default physical forms: eggs, egg pods, life offspring, and interspecies hybrids. You may experience the equivalent of a few days to a year here during each experience, but you'll wake up with your physical body the exact same in your world."

I paused. "So you want me to go through these pregnancies... In my dreams... To save your species of interdimensional light and energy beings...? This is a weird dream..."

The second man faked a laugh. "Yes, yes. This is a weird dream. May we start the first procedure?"

I sat up and looked around. "You're serious? Can I at least be somewhere more comfortable, with guys I find attractive?"

The room suddenly morphed into a large Edwardian bedroom with a giant canopy bed, surrounded by hardwood and carpets, with a fireplace in the corner. The men suddenly turned into model-like 6'2" Adonises, one blonde and one brunette, shirtless and wearing only boxers.

"we can make this comfortable for you, just lay down." The now blonde man suggested.

I laid back on the soft velvet comforter and spread my legs. "Please at least let me enjoy it." I begged as they both crawled onto the bed beside me. The blonde began kissing me and playing with my nipples as the brunette started playing with my tdick and slit, using my slick to lube my asshole.

"We need to test for capacity, but don't worry, we have something to make it more manageable," the brunette barely finished speaking when a series of long tentacles emerged from under the bed and hovered near my ass and boycunt. Before I could move, the men held me down as a thick wet tentacle slid inside my asshole and began slowly pumping me full of liquid, pulsating and writhing deep inside me.

I suddenly felt aroused and calm, compliant and wanting something big inside me. I wanted to have something breed me. I needed it.

I fell limp as tentacles grabbed my legs and spread them wide, the two men turning their attention to stroking my tdick and playing with my tits. I watched as another tentacle reared up before penetrating my boycunt, diving deep and thrusting hard against my cervix, seemingly seeing it as an obstacle. I felt a warm, cum like liquid flow into my cunt, pooling at my cervix as it continued to thrust until I felt a long pain and...

*pop*

It dilated and pentrated through my cervix, stretching it and making my body throb, but I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I felt it push farther, reaching deep into my guts in a pulsating tangle, seeming to explore my entire uterus, tubes, and ovaries.

I felt it pulse and throb inside me as a bulge roughly the size of a chicken's egg, like the buldge of a snake's last meal in its belly, appeared to be pushed up it and inside of my boycunt, further stretching me. My cervix gave resistance before finally accepting the egg inside my womb.

The tentacle retracted and seemed to seal my cervix shut behind it, leaving me with a bump in my belly that looked like a 3 month pregnancy. I tried to relax into the pleasure, but the tentacle in my ass swelled larger and throbbed, stretching me to attention as it pumped more drugged liquid inside my body.

I look down at my swollen belly, feeling drunk. "Is that it? Or do you want me to push it out?"

The brunette smiles. "This was just phase one of the test. Soon we'll enter phase two, but don't worry, it's bio reactive. It won't get stuck or be fatal."

I try to sit up, but the weight of the men on top of me and my dizziness keeps me reclined. "Please don't hurt me," I beg.

The blonde gave a fake smile. "It's already inside you, and we have to know your body's limits before we do more tests. We'll increase the drugs and make this as painless as possible."

I feel a series of smaller egg-like capsules pump into my ass through the tentacle before bursting into a cream, and I felt an intense pressure on my lower stomach. I hazily looked down as my stomach grew, both of the men rubbing my belly and playing with my tdick and nipples as they watched me swell.

I writhed and fought as I watched my stomach quickly grow to the size of a midterm pregnancy, then full term, and within the hour I was as large as octomom, unable to move. I struggled to breathe as I was forced to orgasm repeatedly during the process, but soon I felt a shift and the swelling stopped.

I wearily lifted my arm and rubbed my enormous stomach, confused with a rush of emotions. Pain, pleasure, sickness, violation, pride, but... So, so horny....

I felt the egg shift from completely round to pointed and oblong towards my pelvis, realizing that both of the men and I had been staring at and rubbing my belly for several minutes, feeling the subtle movements. It was like a spell, and it finally broke with a strong contraction and the feeling of my cervix rapidly dilating again.

"what's happening?" I screamed breathlessly as the back to back contractions rocked my body.

"it needs to come out somehow. You should be so proud, this is the first birth of our species in several years." The blonde emotionlessly replied as he rubbed my tummy and tits.

I fell in and out of shock and drug induced haze as my body stretched and contracted, pushing down as hard as I could against the tentacles and men holding me down. My cunt burned and it felt like I was being split in half as the egg finally ejected itself from my aching, ruined cunt.

The blonde man took the egg out of the room as the brunette stroked my face. "You're the savior of our species. You have no idea how much this means to us. I'll fix you up, okay?"

A series of tentacles wrapped around my damaged body, instantly healing me to how I was before the ordeal. When I looked up, I saw the tentacle from my ass retreat as the ones holding me in place released me. I curled up in a ball and covered myself with the blankets around me.

"This was just the first test, it won't be that bad next time." The brunette attempted to put a hand on my shoulder.

"next time?" I almost scream, terrified. "I'm not doing that again!"

"oh, you don't have a choice. Your DNA, the testosterone you're on, your brainwaves as a result of being trans... You're one of the only people we can reach. And you can't stop us from reaching you. After all, it's just a dream."

You wake up in a sweat and check your body. Your tdick is hard and you're wet as hell, but otherwise nothing is different. You grab a vibrator to deal with yourself and can't help but remember it as you jack off, the image of your swollen body in your mind.

[autism-purgatory]

Poorly Summarized WIP Tag

thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Our Lonely Ocean:

Fantasy romance where closeted a prince comes to an island kingdom to become a squire, where he meets two really odd companions and an even more closeted knight who’s getting married in two months. They get along…ok at first, but will they overcome their rivalry whilst protecting the islands from invasive beas- oop nvm they’re fucking.

Altered_Humanity (AUGMENTED HUMANITY IS BACK BABY WOOOO)

Android wakes up in an overgrown post apocalyptic world and finds out magic exists now whoops. Turns out it was real all along and has suddenly returned in full swing (including giant cathedrals that can be seen from orbit). So said android had her arm replaced with that of her dead human wife who could use magic blah blah blah. Now she has to stop some eldritch elf twink from destroying all that remains of the old world with the help of an annoying hacker and a golem without a tongue.

Viscered:

Single dad who’s actually an escaped bio weapon is like one bad day from killing himself after the death of his wife, but he has a 10 month old son to take care of. Oh, also the government wants their super weapon back.

Loop of the Hollow:

Man that small town in southwest Texas sure is racist. And haunted, like, extremely haunted.

LunuL:

Three bounty hunters in the late 22nd century. Earth was overtaken by a prehistoric pathogen, humanity lives on mars now, aliens exist, you get the gist. Said bounty hunters don’t pay their rent in time and The Horrors TM ensue due to their landlord being a powerful crime boss. Also eyes. Loooooots of eyes. We’ve got a nerd who hates how light sounds, a former soldier who is surprisingly happy despite everything, and Astra, with whatever the fuck she’s got going on. And of course, they each have enough emotional baggage to drag down a plane.

Shadows Over Novald:

Urban Dark Fantasy. Murder Crime Soulmates are about to ditch Gotham but 10 times worse, when the god of death shrouds the city in darkness and asks everyone to find and kill five magic wielding humans in the city or else everyone dies to the undead. While this is happening, the most dysfunctional detectives ever are trying to find another way to break the curse.

WanderStruck: Nephew of closeted knight from before is ALSO getting forcefully married when he and his half sister suddenly get pulled through reality and into…modern day Los Angeles? So now they’re trying to find a way home with the help of some nerd who just wanted an internship at a cool tech company. He had no clue they did multiversal travel and just wanted to type at a desk.

Tales of the Sculpted Lands: A dark fantasy anthology about a land sculpted from primordial clay. It’s a dying, complicated world full of complicated people with complicated problems. Some tales are more adventurous and end happily, others absolutely don’t.

Grayguard: Ah shit I spilled my TOTK copy and my cup of Jujutsu Kaisen. Fantasy world where all magical aspects fall under chaos or order. Humans, animals, and elves are the only exception. Each major kingdom has a guild, one being the Grayguard, who’s leader is the strongest warrior in the land. Everything falls apart when a mysterious demon with magic robots kidnaps her. Now her students have to stumble their way into rescuing her and stopping the major kingdoms from imploding, all while old threats from their leader’s past begin to rear their ugly heads.

And last but not least: Chaos Travelers

The least deranged and unhinged fantasy motley crew come to the island kingdom from before to stop a doomsday cult from resurrecting the god of chaos. Hilarity and angst ensues. Our glorified D&D party includes a humanoid dragon bard with a southern accent, a runaway from said doomsday cult, a cat lady with magic paint who may or may not have sold her soul, and a mute knight with WAY too many knives.

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff @willtheweaver @alinacapellabooks @frostedlemonwriter + open tag!

[ins1ders]

❝  ——  IF  I  DON'T  LISTEN  TO  MY  OWN  IMAGINARY  FRIEND  ,   WHY  SHOULD  I  LISTEN  TO  YOURS  ? 

WCS | MUSINGS | CLICK BELOW FOR INTRO

  //   (  lakeith stanfield  .  cis male  .  he/ him  )  .    ⸻  kingsley tau  ,  a  thirty  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  their entire life on and off - has been back now for 6 months  .  the  conspiracy theorist  is  known  for  being  relaxed  and paranoid  and  is  often  associated  with  blunts burnt down to their buds with smoke whispering around them , hazy red rimmed eyes with a mellow smile , computers open with hundreds of unorganised tabs   .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as a gravedigger  word  travels  fast  . 

this is sooo silly goofy of me but lets go lesbians lets go !

inspo: darius ( atlanta ) sorry for the type cast but lbr . elliot alderson ( mr robot ) , trent lane ( daria ) , nick miller ( new girl ) .

anti establishment , anti everything . is probably non-binary because he doesn't believe in gender but is too lazy to actually open that door within himself JKNFBSJNFSJ

kingsley is a lazy king who is high like 95% of the time . he lives in a world of distrust . he hates money . hates law enforcement . has a conspiracy theory for literally EVERYTHING

literally thinks rats work for the fbi

that kooky dude that talks so much sometimes ur lowkey like . .. is he like . . . ok ?

kingsley has been in redcreek for his entire life BUT he goes through stints of just disappearing randomly ? like he'll be here one day then leave for 6 months and come back like it was nothing .

he currently works as a gravedigger literally lmao its honestly the perfect job for his weird ass

believes in ghosts and aliens

kingsley is actually incredibly smart . he taught himself coding and software engineering . he knows technology like nobody else but he also absolutely hates technology

instead of using his big brain for anything he does the exact opposite .

he lowkey loves to hack things or break into things . life is like one giant escape room to him . hacks computers , databases , websites .

is really easygoing and genuinely doesn't get pissed off or angry very often . he's quite mellow and goes with the vibe . he melts into the background a fair bit

kingsley comes from a verryyyy wealthy , well known family in redcreek . watch out avery , he's coming for your title ( cosplaying poor ) .

his parents are exhausted by kingsley and his ability to never fit into higher society or play the social game

moves his hands SO MUCH while he's talking

honestly enjoys doing anything that will piss off his family but especially his dad .who he despises . will do anything for a laugh , or on a whim .

genuinely if you need someone to hide a d*ad body , he'd be the perfect guy and not just bc it's his job dsjklnfjnfdjn

heart of gold underneath it all . he seems quite blase but then will suddenly call you his best friend or his soul mate . he can be a hard read , but he loves very deeply

Disappears a lot . not just physically but when you talk to him you'll notice he can glaze over and lose focus . especially in loud spaces or big , crowded rooms . absolutely has undiagnosed adhd ( doesn't believe in doctors , medicine or diagnoses either tho )

HE'S POOKIE CODED I SWEAR HE'S JUST QUIRKY

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA: The M Files take-a-peek, pt. 4

Two chapters today. First one's rather small so it's not exactly a double feature

Chapter 4

Is it "shh" or "sshh"? You tell me. Artbook says "ssh"

And like that, slight panic starts not in the streets but in the White House

Maaaaan, someone sure let the White House front lawn go

Mr. President of the 1960s/70s, even though you definitely don't look one bit like John Kennedy or Lyndon Johnson, you've described a handful of times in America between your time & now (2023, in case some reads this in 2024 and beyond)

That is one heck of a color scheme for Monger's hair. Just about as mysterious as the president's hair: like how does that combover work? Or what is that supposed to be?

So there's a basic map of the facility we all came to know and love...or loathe...whatever. The artbook has a much bigger description of it, a LOT more detail. But you can kinda figure out where everything is in this picture in comparison with the movie, kinda maybe sort of. Hm

So, I guess Link is no longer on dry ice or whatever. Yay, I think

Chapter 5

Welp, so much for that mushroom cloud footage. Explosions were almost a comedy staple in 2000s cartoons, like the cooler & wagon crash landing on top of the SUV in Over the Hedge or the chain reaction explosions of the hunters' trucks courtesy of a propane tank in Open Season. Why Insecto's origin story was changed to exclude that...idk

First off, you wouldn't want any amount of radiation exposure in that close amount of space, especially with little aeration holes...in front of kids, no less

What does the kid second from the left have in his mouth? Definitely does NOT look like gum

I'm getting major bridal Thumbelina vibes from the girl in pink, that hair

Hey, is this a parody of Spiderman's origin story? Imma say yes! Japan's own superhero, Grubman!

No, I think we ended up with Spiderman meets Bruce Wayne. Or just a rich guy who had to undergo a good amount of medical treatment for a very abnormal bug bite. Boo hoo. But moving on!

How quickly did Insecto grow? And that would probably determine how she got from a museum to a marketplace. (Yes, Insecto is female. Confirmed by the artbook)

Whitewashing some of the locals or just tourists? You tell me

That's some lazy Kanji right there

So Japan already had experiences with giant monsters AND robots? I mean, there was Godzilla (who got blown up in the B&W OG movie), but still. My curiosity is P-I-Q-U-E-D. If Japan had this sort of problem before 1950, good luck convincing the Japanese public that monsters are just stuff of myth & legend. Japan must've been the chillest place in the world when the monsters made their debut

Indestructible. But not for an alien robot

RIP, pilot. We thank you for your service. You are forever in our hearts

Ooh, W. R. Monger-- "CAPTAIN! Captain W. R. Monger." If you don't know what this reference is, I'm very sorry for you

I know English is becoming more & more of an international language, but I'm not sure that it was THAT international in the 1960s/70s. So a Japanese general that was fluent in English back then was a miracle

So, was Insecto just there for that one night or was she just sitting there in downtown Tokyo for more than a day?

I just realized Monger's hair turned gray really quickly in between BOB's story and this one...and now it's brown again

For the record, his eyes aren't blue

Bright lights...like stadium lights, movie premiere searchlights, interrogation spotlights, tell me more

Oh! Christmas lights. I'm disappointed in you, Tokyo. Wait, there's stage lights...and a disco ball!! Lol! I stand corrected

I guess Monger names his monsters on the fly. As is shown in the movie, "Escar...gantua"

"We saved the city!"

"At what cost?"

"Ummmm...the city"

Goodbye, downtown Tokyo

Those lights must've bleached the fur on Insecto's back

And so...there they go, about to tow a 350-foot colossus across the world's biggest ocean and a few hundred miles inland through Cali and into Nevada

I just realized...how does Insectosaurus almost always stand upright if most, if not all insect species are invertebrates? A lot of invertebrates have exoskeletons, so hers is probably underneath all that fur. Pardon this quack/wannabe entomologist

I think there's two more posts after this, which both should be coming this week. Whoopee!!!

FYI: yes, I have been the proud owner of a hardcover copy of The Art of MvA since the early 2010s. You will have to hunt me down for it if you want it for yourself

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to mourn the end of Phantom of the Opera 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[wizardlizard32]

Been silent for a while so I thought Id give an update

Brain has been absolutely FLOODING with ideas for different projects I wanna make like stories and games as well as fanart pieces I realized I never did that I really wanna do and its been so much that Im having a hard time functioning as my brain is constantly dividing itself (Dont worry Im still happy just overwhelmed with thinks ;v;)

I've been experimenting around with softwares to see whats best for me to continue animating in/most comfortable and sadly scrapped some Ideas but I have settled on my next animation a big reanimation project for Sonic adventure where I try to reanimate all of gammas cutscenes. This is definitely gonna be a longer project but I have already started doing sketches to get an Idea of how to render em in my own style heres a little peak at that .

Im also doing a bit of a fan piece on the side of my favorite souls borne boss ever Pontiff Sulyvahn or as I call em MY BOI POPE SULL. Legit a great antagonist and just hands down the coolest fromsoft boss heres a look at that too.

I actually have more dine than this but not a lot more?

Anywho for game Idea stuff Im still workin on my little Weaver knight project I'm almost done Sir Apells reference sheet then I will be moving on to other characters and regions like "The Storied Knight" or "Craneus the fountain of scholars". This project always gets me super giddy and Ive even started thinking of a sequel game called "Voyager"

Heres some looks into these.

The whole Idea of the first game is to literally weave your way through levels with different types of thread that do different things enemies that can only be defeated with weaving and puzzles that work around the different thread types

And then we have story Ideas these are jumbling around in my brain the most sadly I dont have any art for the most of them that I havent shown already but the list goes

Tales of Uvanos - I really cant share much on this one without giving away its big twist but... Magical fantasy setting with some """fun""" takes in things like Dragons Magic and Bird People ;v;

Endless wilds - Monster hunter/Ghibli style post apocalypse with """"Magic"""" being more like an extremely unstable element on the periodic table than actual magic Robot tries to raise a Human child who thinks shes a Bird also sinister somethings crawling back up from a long gone age.

Unnamed scifi project - pretty simple people fight eachother in giant mechs theres a dinosaur alien dude antagonist simply named Shred who I do have a sketch for <:D

Prefantasy - FANTASY WORLD BUT SET IN THE CRETACEOUS PERIOD the people are trying to figure out the mystery of "the growing star"

I will eventually give all these original projects unique tags when they start getting really fleshed out but until then I got nothin.

Anyhow thats all I got for now hopefully this brain dump helps me get back to a functioning state so I can get back to work on...well ALL THIS O/_ [,,,,,,]

Anyhow sorry thank you GOODNIIIIIIIGHT

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

I HAVE CATALOGUED EACH OF THE MECHAS ACCORDING TO MY, “VERY OFFICIAL,” ROBOT-FUCKER OPINIONS.

I will now begin an explanation for each. If you believe one of these mechas was rated unfairly and is, in fact, the hottest bucket of bolts this side of the Mississippi, feel free to add in your opinions.

#1: Chicken Tank

What a cutie!! This mech works super hard at it’s job but constantly gets shot to pieces by enemies. Easily replaceable, mass producible, and definitely has some stress it needs to work out. I’d be more than willing to assist in that stress relief. <3<3

#2: Gun-on-Stilts

Oh baby, that’s an alien. Three legs?? In this terran economy?? Definitely outta this world. I would love to treat this cool mech to all the earthly wonders of the world. Just remember to wear a mask around it or else it’s gonna get sick from earthly diseases..

#3: Boüg

Awh yeah, I love Boüg. This thing gets it. Boüg understands your trauma, your emotions, all the troubles in your life. It’s more than willing to sit down and have a lovely chat with you about all those frustrations. Of course, it will have to stop mid-dinner to shoot down an enemy aircraft, but that’s okay.

#4: Forklift Man

ARFARRFAWAWAARF BARK BARK ARFF!!! >//////////<

I mean,, uhm,, h,hot!! Heavy d,duty machinery, designed to really m,man-handle my delicate frame. I’d l,let this hardworking mech and it’s pilot use me!!!

#5: The Bucket

Sinister vibes… I’ve played enough Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe to know that buckets canNOT be trusted… It’d also not pay the bill at dinner and wouldn’t stop talking about it’s time in the military, and not even in a cool way. I don’t care about how many extraterrestrials you’ve killed, Bucket, you’re just making the waiter uncomfortable.

#6: Big Knight

This mech is sooo cool!! Very nice guy, I’d love to just sit around and play some games with this mecha!! It would let me sit in it’s cockpit when it’s raining, warm me up when my chassis can’t handle the chill of winter, and overall just be a great mecha to hang out with.

#7: Man, this is just some dude on a sled.

Won’t stop talking about war, but in a way cooler way than Bucket. I’d hump it’s rough outer exterior, run my hands along it’s chipped paint, masturbate on the worn leather seats of it’s internal cockpit while it watches emotionlessly. Plus, when it takes you back to your house after a wonderful night, it would probably say some shit like “PAYLOAD SUCCESSFULLY DEPLOYED AT DESIGNATED DROP OFF POINT.”

#8: Honse

GIANT ROBOT CENTAUR COCK MNFNGH.

Next slide, please.

#9: furry.

Yeah, this is just a chill dog. It wants you to throw a frisbee, it promises it won’t destroy the neighbors house again.

The pilot of this mech, however, is a mindbroken, kinky, constantly in heat shell of a person. I’d let them fuck me. The mech is just chilling though.

#10: Extra THICC

I think it’d break me, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. For science, of course.. (and for getting my ass fucking PLOWED by industrial machinery that’s meant to pound through steel.)

#11: BOOB

I WANT TO PILOT THIS MECH MNFNFGHH FUCK PLEASE~???<3<3<3

Goddd, sitting in the cockpit, all wired up to the advanced neural interface, receiving a constant dosage of positive coding directly into my mainframe, l,letting the advanced A.I slowly meld my mechanical body to be the perfect l,little mech pilot for i,it~<3<3<3

I c,can imagine feeling the r,rush of power as we s,sync together, one in t,the same~<3<3 ^/////////^

#12: Stick-Figure

Is it possible to fuck a gigantic mech while you yourself are f,fused with a different hot mecha?? I d,don’t know, but I’d l,looovveee to f,find out~!!<3<3

I’d let this thin b,but powerful mech rip t,through the tough plating o,of my combat m,mech, hungry for the weak pilot i,inside~<3<3

#13: “Normal Vehicle” [Has Limbs]

What those arms do??? (They gently slice the synthetic tech suit off of my frame before proceeding to fondle and inspect me, that’s what.)

#14: Rocket Crab

Ehhh, I dunno man. The arms are too clunky, this thing is definitely meant for space travel judging by the fact that it doesn’t have legs but rocket thrusters, and the two titanium cannons are just gonna make it uncomfortable. I can’t fuck someone in space, the radiation would fuck me up but not in a very hot way. I don’t like the vacuum.

#15: scaly.

I know some of you all might be mad at me for this… I don’t like Mecha Godzilla. The face, a bit too off-putting. I just feel like I couldn’t enjoy having sex with Godzilla chrome version.

#16: Kirby?

HELL NO. This clunky american football helmet is NOT gonna be allowed to hit it. It would keep talking about it’s plans for world domination, none of which involve xenodrugs or hot plants. It’d be cartoonishly evil shit like destroying the rain forests, nuking other planets, or melting the ice caps. All of that to have like, an evil empire or some shit. This is not a fuckable mech.

#17: Submarine Man

This mecha has a 9:00 to 5:00, three lovely little calculator babies, and a darling mech pilot that it has been married to for five years. It’s a pretty closed relationship and I’d hate to be a homewrecker. I’d still be good friends with it, but we wouldn’t fuck.

#18: I Know What You Are.

GENDER GOALS MDNNFMFMFNNGHFH!!!!!!!

This is what I w,wanna look like!!!! So b,bad!!! Let me b,be a small robot-girlthing that p,pilots a way bigger, more dangerous mech!! I w,want a strong, cute, curvy chassis!! I w,want the strength and certainty o,of steel, but t,the supple tenderness o,of silicon!!!

#19: World’s Largest RV

I w,wanna fall into t,the super computer of t,this magnificent titan, so d,deep inside of it’s c,core that it can s,stash me away f,forever if it w,wanted to..

I want to b,be within s,something so much g,greater than I e,ever will be. I w,want it to know t,that. I w,want this mecha to toy w,with me, understanding how m,much power it h,has over my insignificant f,frame~<3<3

#20: Tiny dude on a MASSIVE weapon

Though I want to fuck this robot, what if it cums so hard it shoots it’s massive fucking gun and blows a hole through my ceiling?? We’ll just have to settle for Outback Steakhouse instead. We’ll get a bloomin’ onion to share. :))

#21: ???

Ah, man-made horrors beyond my comprehension.. The singularity is now, and oh baby, I’m gonna be the most f,fuckable little machine a,at the AI uprising. This t,thing could probably b,bend reality at it’s will, w,which is probably gonna be s,super hot in the bedroom!!<3<3

#22: . . . How do you even move?

I’m sorry, I couldn’t let the Megazord fuck me. I’d be bouncing and moaning on it, but them five plucky rangers would pop out and talk about the value of teamwork and believing in yourself as I cum. I couldn’t handle it…

We could still be friends though!! I’d relax with the Megazord in between it’s shifts at the alien killing factory.

#23: Just wings n’ shields

Gabriel Ultrakill and V1’s offspring all grown up. 9/10, religious trauma be damned, I’m going to get pounded.

#24: Easy to Cosplay

The booty shorts bring it up a tier. Excellent sense in fashion, very gorgeous, wonderful mecha.

Every* Type of Mecha

*Not Actually Every Type.

Something I spent WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much time on lol. This is entirely just riffing off of the many 'kinds' or 'tropes' in mecha design I found. Feel free to suggest more of them.

Might make a document providing examples for each one, but idk. I think most of these are pretty self-explanatory.

Tell me your favourites below

[Update: Here's the sequel to this chart, cataloguing Kaiju instead!]

[phoenixcatch7]

You know there's one problem in bayverse that kind fatal, is that what make a prime, prime. I meant while bay using the 13 or 7 primes as the first and original, then the rest is not 'original' or they are original descendants.

Matrix leadership only can be used by prime and need to earned it that is the concept make you a prime in g1 and all mostly transformers continuity.

Now, Sam got the matrix from the the original primes self, they even said it he earned it, even it's pretty much also meant for sam giving matrix to bring back optimus.

Did bay realize that bay just make Sam a prime too?

I know he is human but come on every transformers fan know of someone earning matrix and can using it, that person is a prime.

So I guess that is why bay make rule that 'you are prime because you are born prime and not made', to make it Sam not became a prime

Yeah! The matrix of leadership is something I know a little of from my research, and the concept outside of the bayverse is about earning it, about working for it and becoming a true leader in your own right before you get it, and Micheal Bay just sort of... Throws it out of the window.

He really could have used the usual backstory tbh, the lineage thing he went for was very... Divine right of kings? Heritage = worth/right to rule? I don't like it at all, it undermines the themes transformers are typically about (outside of 'giant alien robots are cool' lol).

Bay made a lot of bad choices like that, he even said he doesn't like or respect the franchise! I really don't know why he was picked, but at least the special effects were good lol. Don't like what he did with the characters or the themes, but there is that XD.

By any other metric, Sam would be a prime!! Yeah!! It's just a shame they didn't do anything with it. Considering he doesn't have cybertronian 'blood' and thus literally can't be a descendant of the first primes (which... They also said cybertronians were made with the Allspark?? There is no 'descendant' of anyone in the first place???) they're quite disproving their own story in the same movie! Three separate plot points and they all cancel each other out XD.

I guess I'm just surprised there isn't more Prime!Sam stuff in the fandom lol. I suppose that's why I made my own design :D.

[ryuki-draws]

Hi! 5, 25 and/or 30 for the artist ask game, please!

5. What’s your favorite thing to draw?

Despite this blog being nothing but giant alien robots for the last two years, it's still people, unfortunately :'D But I'm glad that starting the whole Local Trains shenanigans kinda sorta got me back into drawing comics more elaborate than than a few pictures with character interactions (even though it takes me way longer now) - I used to draw a LOT of them back when I was 12 - 16 and it's always been a joy, no matter what the art quality was or how "cringe" the stories were, I had a time of my life and I'm living it again!

25. Do you like to draw in silence, or with music?

Music, video essays, podcasts, nature sounds, anything I feel like in the moment!

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

Anytime I have doubts about anything I'm doing, I imagine my teenage self looking over my shoulder the same way I looked at cool deviantART profiles back in 2009 and going "Holy crap that's so cool, I wish I could draw like that" and I holler, "Oh and you will do even BETTER!" :'D

[jackdoe]

Ok, i actually love the depiction of the Lord of Hells in EXU: Calamity. Very classical Biblical Devil, "I hate that God loves humanity more then Perfect Me, So now I will devote my life to torchering them for existing!" Combined with a great performance by Brennan. Hes menesing, deranged, and charismatic all in one, A+ character work.

That being said, (and if you've been paying attention I probably sound like a broken record here), At some point we have to address the Elementals.

The Betrayers are certainly not good guys in this situation, they very much seem to be motivated by their own selfishness, but I don't think it's out of line to say the Primordials were kind of Justified in their campaign against the Gods. The Prime Deities came to Exandria and started Terraforming it, now from what Asmodeus said, they did so with the blessing of the Primordials, he is howevera big liar so who's to say what is the truth here, my interpretation is that he was using the Truth to manipulate, in that I dont think he actually cares about the Primordials, he just uses their story to make himself look like a hero but I digress. The gods then over extended on their contract when the they gave mortals the ability to use Magic.

Now we don't really know what the Elementals relationship to magical energies are but from this context it seems like it's a fundamental resource to their existence that the Gods started siphoning away to give to their creations. And then when the Primordials began a campaign to take back their home and resources, they were smacked down, incarcerated, or out right killed.

And if you think this story sounds familiar, you're where I am now.

And I understand the mentally of "The Gods were just defending mortal life." I get it. I am a mortal life and I would be very bias against an Entitie who wishes to destroy me, I would value my own existence over something that's very nature is alien to my own, but this is D&D, where anyone and anything has the right to Personhood and Existance, no matter how alien they may appear, including but not limited to Robots, Slimes, Demons, Giant Bugs, Psychic Squid People, and sometimes even Sentient Sandwiches that float around using a Mage Hand.

At some point I hope that Critical Role does give these beings the Dignity and Nuance they deserve. To do anything less would be a waste.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

I Wonder What It’s Like (3/3) - fic

Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, some Maya and Kathy Pairing: jondami Summary: One person’s bad timing is another person’s good timing. A/N: And *mumble mumble* they live happily ever after. Damian was already curious because the way Jon was holding him in the rescue was the way Clark holds lois in similar situations and ONLY Lois. It was just a giant ‘oh fuck it’s reciprocated.’ moment I guess, so he egged it on.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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It was an alien invasion. Of course it was.

All hands on deck. Justice League, the Titans, and their Teen variety, Young Justice. Even some less desirables like the Outlaws, Suicide Squad, Deathstroke and, well, their own little ragtag group.

And it was a weird time to be thinking about it, you know, punching out aliens and their robot pets over the city harbor and all, that their little foursome didn’t have a name. Didn’t go by anything. They weren’t League and they weren’t Outlaws. They weren’t really…anything. The ace in the hole? The backup?

He didn’t like any of those-

“Focus, Superboy.” Crackled in his ear. He glanced down to the nearby skyscraper. Saw Damian and Maya fighting back-to-back. Felt himself smile. Kicking ass and taking names – that was so them.

It was Damian who had spoken. Damian, who wasn’t even looking at him. Too busy flipping over Maya’s shoulder as they switched opponents.

Jon blinked a few times, then looked back at his own enemy, clutched tightly in his fist, shrieking to the machine that Kathy was taking out a few feet away from him.

“How’d you know I wasn’t?” Jon mumbled, throwing his rock-monster-looking alien towards the ground.

“Because we know you.” Maya chimed in. “And you float when you zone out. Notice how high you are right now?”

Kathy laughed as Jon sheepishly floated back down to where she was. “What were you thinking ‘bout?”

“…We don’t have a team name.” Jon practically pouted. “We’re just…the Other Ones.”

“And that’s a problem?” Damian snorted. “The less who know about us, the better, in my opinion.”

“Oh, right, and your opinion is never wrong.” Maya droned. A moment later she let out a shout, and Jon glanced down to see that Damian had thrown an unconscious and oozing alien right at her. “Okay, no need to be childish, you little worm!”

Damian cackled at her annoyance, and Jon ignored the flutter in his stomach.

“And there was no need for you to open your mouth at all, yet here we are, Nobody.” Damian sneered. Maya let out a string of curses, and Jon watched her throw a body in Damian’s direction. Damian dodged it, and then spoke again, but softer this time, aimed at him. “…Were you just lamenting the fact, or coming up with names yourself?”

“Mmm, both? Neither?” Jon shrugged, shooting himself across the sky to intercept an alien heading straight for a group of fleeing civilians. “I just thought it was odd.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I agree with Damian.” Kathy said, making a retching noise right after. Maya laughed through the comms. Damian scoffed. “I like it how it is right now, you know? People call us when they need us, and we get to be normal people otherwise. It’s like being a hero part-time, and honestly, after our childhoods? I think the four of us deserve the break.”

“Freelance heroes.” Maya echoed. “I mean, I don’t think actually having a name or title associated with us would change anything, but I suppose I get the general principle.”

“I just mean, like…what if we’re interviewed by the news? Or some little kid asks who we are?” Jon pushed. An alien came flying towards him. He caught it like a baseball, spun, and threw it back from where it came. “The day is saved thanks to…who? Justice League Jr.? The Ghosts? The Powerpuff Girls? Like, what’s our backup?”

“I think concerned citizens would suffice in most situations.” Damian drawled.

“Concerned and capable, that’s us.” Maya mocked.

Kathy laughed at the joke, and Jon just rolled his eyes. He turned towards the water, seeing a new hoard of aliens and their robots coming their way. He sighed – when would this end?

Suddenly, there was a sharp static crack in his ear. In his periphery, he saw Kathy flinch at the noise too. Their communicators, then.

But before either of them could open their mouths to ask, Maya gave a shriek.

“Fuck!” She screamed. Jon and Kathy spun back towards the building their teammates had been on. The rooftop was no longer swarmed with aliens. In fact, the aliens were all scattered and flailing, like they were turtles knocked on their backs.

Jon’s stomach dropped as his mind processed what else was wrong. Maya and Damian were gone.

“Damian!” Maya shouted. Jon saw movement below the roof, glanced down to see Maya scrambling to her feet on the fire escape, pointing straight up into the sky. “Guys, he grabbed Damian!”

Jon’s eye followed her finger, and sure enough, speeding above even his head, one of these rock creatures – but bigger, more reptilian – was flying full speed towards the stratosphere, Damian hanging from his clawed hand by his ankle.

Damian, of course, wasn’t fazed in the slightest. Already had a knife in hand, and was stabbing at his captor’s grip.

Jon’s heart pounded, and he found himself glancing over at Kathy. She nodded, gave him a grim smile.

“Go get him.”

Jon needed nothing else, and felt the sonic boom snap behind him as he took off after the reptile man.

“Does he always break the sound barrier when he takes off?” Maya’s voice buzzed through his communicator. She was most likely talking to Kathy. He paid it no mind. “Or is that just another one of those Damian things…”

But because Damian was, well, Damian, he couldn’t leave well enough alone and kept stabbing at the monster’s fingers. And even as Jon sped towards them, he could see the creature getting frustrated, questioning how worth it it was to have Damian as a captive.

Without warning, he decided that, apparently, it wasn’t worth it at all.

So he dropped him.

Panic electrified Jon’s system, and his breath came up short as he twisted his course to follow a now-plummeting Damian.

What if he wasn’t fast enough? What if he didn’t catch him? What if the alien came back?

What if Damian died? Right here? Right in front of him?

“I’m coming!” Jon found himself shouting, both for himself and for Damian. In freefall, he saw Damian look towards him. “I’m coming, D!”

And as he got closer, flying as fast as he could, he saw Damian believe it, believe in him, and slowly, steadily, reach his hand out.

Jon was almost there. Jon almost had him.

But god, the buildings below them were already so close.

His heart was on fire, the wind in his face was causing his eyes to tear up. But he was close, he was so close-

(And the jagged corner of that skyscraper was even closer.)

-so he reached his own hand out, brushed his fingertips against Damian’s. Watched Damian watch their hands. Watched all fear drain from Damian’s face, turn into blind trust.

Then grabbed his forearm and yanked him into his chest. Held the back of Damian’s head as he spun them, so it was his back that bounced into the corner of the building’s roof, and not Damian’s skull.

The momentum kept them bouncing. Off that first building into another, into a fire escape, into a broken window, into brick, against a dumpster. And all the while, Jon kept tight hold of Damian, kept him curled into his chest, hidden by his cape.

Anything to keep him safe. And alive.

They landed in a heap in the alleyway, Jon’s back against the dirty ground, and Damian spread on top of him. Jon let out a small groan as Damian scrambled up and backed off of him.

“I hate falling. It’s my least favorite part of flying.” He mumbled, sitting up himself. He rubbed at the base of his spine as he glanced up. “You okay?”

“Am I…?” Damian scoffed, holding out his hand. Jon took it, and let Damian swing him up into his space. “You’re really asking me? You’re the one who just crash landed.”

“Being Kryptonian helps with that.” Jon winked. “Besides, you were the one who was just almost kidnapped, and then almost splattered on the pavement. I think it’s a valid question.”

Damian scoffed and crossed his arms, glancing away. “I’m fine…Thank you.”

“Any time.” Jon grinned. But almost instantly, he let the smile drop. Furrowed his brows and, without thinking, reached out, cupping his hand along Damian’s jaw and turning his head. “Hey, what’s…”

He’d seen blood, he thought, coming from Damian’s hairline. Was it from the previous fight, or their fall? Jeez, if it was from their fall, Jon wasn’t sure if he could handle…

But no, it was just dirt. Grime from being in battle all day with no breaks. His bad. He went to smile once more, but found himself hesitating as he glanced towards Damian’s face, and found Damian staring at him with wide eyes. Wide, too knowing, too soulful, too hopeful, too green eyes.

He felt his own heart beating against his chest. Especially as he remembered just how close they were standing. Damian had pulled him up into his chest, and Jon had never backed up.

And Damian never asked him to.

Suddenly, he found himself unable to let go of Damian’s face. Kept his hand glued to the curve of his throat, Damian’s own heartbeat pulsing against his fingers. Swallowed, and could have sworn the whole city heard it.

“Damian, I…”

But Damian cut him off with a simple, blunt demand. “Kiss me.”

Jon stumbled over the noises suddenly coming out of his mouth. Not words, not even thoughts. His attempts at speaking coming out like television static instead.

“Wha…what?”

“You heard me.” Damian said lowly, and Jon could feel the cheek under his hand heating up in the start of a blush. “And you know I don’t repeat myself.”

“You…I…this…” There was a crash a few streets over and Jon flinched. Instinctively shifted even closer into Damian’s space to box him in against the wall, to protect him. Just in case.

He never dropped his hand.

A second later, he realized his movement, and glanced down. Damian was still watching him with those sharp jade detective eyes. The ones Jon could stare into forever, if given the chance. The ones he could see the universe in, that were brighter than any star in the sky.

God, Damian could always see right through him.

“…I don’t think now’s the best time.” Jon whispered, almost desperately. Damian smirked.

“Timing and invasions and life-or-death danger has never stopped your mother and father. Hell, that never stopped my parents either. I’m pretty sure I was conceived in the middle of an assassination plot. On both of them.” A pause, to think, to bite at his lip. “But you didn’t say no.” Damian breathed softly. “Bad timing is not a no.”

“Well, of course not.” Jon rambled – admitted – as he looked off to the side, towards the invasion still happening all around them. Looked at anything but Damian. “But, we have to save the city. The attack is still going, and these aliens-”

Suddenly, there were fists in the front of his cape, and he was being yanked down, lips crashing into his.

Damian tasted better than Jon could ever dream, ever fantasized all those nights alone in his room. There was no distinct taste, but rather…he tasted like the donut Maya had forced him to have for breakfast that morning. The black coffee he’d drank with it.

He tasted like blood and chapped lips, with a fading hint of the cheap chapstick he used because it was a gift from a little girl they’d rescued a few months ago.

He tasted like insecurities and heartbreak. He tasted like a man who had never been sure of anything in his life until this moment, this action.

And Jon wanted to devour him. Jon knew he had to devour him.

Consciously this time, he raised his other hand, held Damian’s face as tenderly as he could. Felt his breath hitch as Damian skimmed his hands down Jon’s chest to grab at his waist.

It felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this.

Damian seemed to almost melt against him, and when he leaned back those few centimeters to take a breath, Jon guided him backwards, until his spine pressed against the building’s brick wall.

“Jonathan…”

But Jon pushed against him, swallowed his voice. He couldn’t help but smirk, just a little. Damian may have started this, but he had no problem taking control.

And his heart stuttered at the thought that Damian was letting him.

But then, of course – of course – there was a explosion from the building behind them. They broke apart as Damian ducked slightly, and Jon once more hovered over him protectively.

Debris collapsed loudly around them, a sharp rod of steel bouncing off Jon’s back at one point. But as soon as it began to settle, their comms. crackled to life with their allies, friends and fathers calling for them, asking for their locations and statuses. Roars of the aliens echoed all around them.

Damian sighed.

“I suppose…you were correct.” He grumbled as he stood back to full height, looking up towards the clouds.

“About?”

“Now probably wasn’t the best time for...” He whined, waving his hand awkwardly between them. He put his hands on Jon’s chest again, but this time to push him gently back and step back into the street. “There’s an alien invasion to stop.”

Jon watched him for a moment. “…Damian?” Damian glanced over his shoulder. “Are we going to talk about this later?”

Damian blinked, then smiled. But not a hero smile. Not a Robin or Nightwing or Batman smile. A Damian smile. Warm and genuine and just the slightest bit mischievous.

“What’s there to talk about, Beloved?” Damian asked, leaning back and taking Jon’s hand, pulling him forward. “Now come on, there’s a world to save.”

[tyrantisterror]

The ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest 3-D: Entry Roundup

You’ve been patiently waiting for the results of the ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest 3-D, and now... you have to wait a bit longer, but at least you’ve got an entry roundup with lots of sketches and a good bit of feedback for all the entrants!  My goal is to get the finalists illustrated in a week or two, and after that, the grand prize winner will be announced.  But, for now, the official entry roundup!  After the cut:

I should note that while I sketched these in the order they were submitted, my scanner saved the documents with random names, so they’re a bit jumbled.  You know, just in case you’re like me and would get confused noticing that it’s almost in chronological order but with some entries jumbled around.

@bugcthulhu’s Obsideban was designed as a counterpart to Rohobaron - the Black King to Rohobaron’s Red King, if you will.  Or, well, Black Queen in this case, as Obsideban also takes her personality from the “delinquent girl” archetype in Japanese media.  Bug’s designs always ooze personality, and I had a lot of fun translating this big, gnarly retrosaur into my own style.

@toothlessloveshiccup‘s Argonox is the first - but far from the last - monster in this breakdown that brings in a bit of fantasy influence to ATOM’s roster.  A golden-fleeced ram with a vicious streak, this sheep is both treasure and dragon at once.  And while it wasn’t written in the monster’s profile, given the Yamaneon-rich nature of its wool, Argonox might be able to replicate the healing power of the golden fleece too!  A very fun mammalian kaiju and excellent entry.

@highly-radioactive-nerd submitted Gunmetal Jeeves, a robot butler who can gigantomax temporarily create a holographic/hard light version of himself to fight kaiju.  That detail was a late revision added to the entry before the contest’s deadline, made after the creator realized that ATOM allows for some truly ludicrous bullshit, which is something everyone should exploit when making entries for this in my opinion.  Also, this is a robot butler who can size shift.  Revel in its awesome absurdity!

Ultranerd submitted Rajasaurus, a dimetrodon-like synapsid kaiju with electric powers.  His origin specifies that the electric powers are a result of the volatile nature of the Yamaneon deposits he mutated under, which is an interesting idea.  That’s another theme that cropped up a lot in this contest’s entries, actually - people really wanted to play with what Yamaneon can do.

Case in point, @polygonfighter’s Yamaneolith takes the Monolith Monsters homage at the heart of Yamaneon even more apparent.  I like the implication that there is a second mineral-based lifeform at the root of this Yamaneon cluster’s anomalous behavior - a parasite, perhaps?  It brings up some interesting possibilities.

@ariccio50 submitted Kukulkuzana, and damn is this a cool spin on the body plan of my martians.  I made a few changes here and there (splitting its tail into two is probably the biggest one), but tried to keep true to the original design, because holy hell is it gorgeous.  The idea that this is a mountain-dwelling creature is really intriguing to me, as it looks like a sea creature, but at the same time, that flexible and low-slung build WOULD work pretty well in mountains, and it’s just the right mix of plausible weirdness that makes for a fun alien design.

@akitymh submitted Aramzados, a Venusian monster that’s basically an organic hot rod car.  I like the idea of organic machinery being the gimmick for Venusian kaiju, and Aramzado’s does it subtly enough to not feel like that gimmick is the sole thing going for it.  I especially love this monster’s stange, apparently mouth-less blade-beaked face.

@virovac submitted Rurzar and Zar Rider, a Beyonder kaiju and mecha (respecitvely) that were both modified and repurposed by humans reverse engineering Beyonder technology to make, like, a motorcycle-saurus essentially.  It is a delightfully absurd concept, and a very, very detailed one (13 pages of description).  There’s a dark undercurrent beneath the sillyness, though, as this pair show that humanity might still be following the same path as the Beyonders before them.

@dinosaurana brings us Krangor, a humanoid monstrosity of living kelp!  The goal here was to create a Jack Kirby-esque monster dude, complete with the gibberish name and all.  He’s also made out of kelp, which feels very classic 1950′s monster-y despite me not being able to think of any monsters that were explicitly made of kelp.  I love him.

@kiryuthechimera submitted Genkakurah, a psychic retrosaur with some draconic features.  Though his substantial powerset is probably the biggest distinguishing feature of this kaiju (given that most ATOM kaiju pretty much have the same standard powers), what really draws me to him is that reptilian pseudo-beard.  It’s just a fun detail!

@glarnboudin submits Tiratola, and see, there’s that fantasy influence again!  Even more explicitly dragon-y than Kraydi, Tiratola still manages to toe the line between sci-fi and fantasy enough to fit ATOM as is while still cementing its ties to my own slice of fantasy fiction.  Man it’s good I’m doing a Midgaheim book next, huh?

@dragonzzilla submitted Scuttlebutt/Argonautilus, a hermit crab kaiju who lives in/with a hollowed out mecha.  That’s a twist I can’t recall ever hearing before, and the idea of a kaiju and a mecha having an equal partnership that doesn’t involve one being grafted to the other is really intriguing to me.  A very unique concept!

@evolutionsvoid submitted Fleagor, an enormous flea who has no idea what to do with itself now that there’s no creature large enough for it to parasitize.  I love that concept - it takes the core idea of the giant bug kaiju archetype (i.e. unsettling the audience by showing how terrifying small, “insignificant” creatures would be if our sizes were reversed) and really turns it on its head.  The name also plays on the Universal Monsters, who were a huge part of 1950′s pop culture thanks to their movies being re-released in that era, so all and all this one is very on brand for ATOM!

@skarmorysilver submitted Lilacorn, another entry that plays up that Midgaheim/ATOM connection.  Reinterpreting the mythological unicorn as an Cenozoic wooly rhinoceros-inspired monster gives it a very unique look, both in ATOM and in the general world of unicorns, and she has a bad-girl with a heart of gold personality to boot!

dracosaurus-rex submitted Florasaura, a two-headed plant/retrosaur hybrid monster.  I love me some plant monsters, I love me some retrosaurs, and I love me some rhyming the word “flora” with other words that contain similar vowell sounds, so this one has me written all over it!

@downtofragglerock submitted Sauroguana, a delightfully odd flying retrosaur.  There’s a great deal of charm to the original illustration that this sketch doesn’t quite capture - it’s a deceptively simple design with a lot of personality in it, and with those unique leg-wings it really doesn’t need a whole lot of frills to stand out.

Draxi submitted Brakan, an unimpressive burrowing retrosaur kaiju whose mastery of illusions allows it to convince other kaiju it’s actually a big, super-powerful badass that’s the ultimate fighter in the universe.  It’s a delightful parody of the concept of a fan self-insert god-mode character, with a really fun story built into it to boot!

@quinnred submitted O.N.I.A.C., a mysterious cocooned kaiju whose chrysalis has been turned into an organic computer of sorts by the people studying it, and seems to possess a fairly advanced intelligence for a kaiju.  It’s a really bizarre and ominous idea, with built in intrigue given how vague its nature is.  Is it just a kaijufied butterfly/moth who got stuck mid transformation?  A relative of the Mothmanuds?  Something else, perhaps equally alien?  Good story potential here.

shadyserpent submitted Vespilitor, a bat/retrosaur hybrid made by the nefarious Spooks Organization.  A mercurial prankster whose tendency to stir up trouble never crosses the line into maliciousness, he’s the kind of monster who would make a great foil to a lot of ATOM’s cast.  I’d especially like to see him in a prank off with Ahuul - it’d be like Bugs Bunny fighting Daffy Duck, but on a kaiju scale.

@multiversefan submitted the Yamaneon King, a nomadic kaiju whose refusal to settle down causes problems as he stirs up trouble at kaiju sanctuaries all over the globe by showing up unannounced and stirring up the locals.  He was basically designed to be a monster that the kaiju sanctuary initiative would struggle to deal with, which is a good idea for a post-ATOM Volume 2 story conflict.

Sir K submitted Jadeera, a kirin kaiju that can actually forcibly convert most of its body to Yamaneon to enter a dormant, statue-like state in a loose homage to King Shisa.  Though the fantasy elements are far more present than I usually prefer for ATOM kaiju, I think it should be noted they’re pushed that far for a purpose - a theme in Jadeera’s entry, which continues where its creator left off with their submission to the previous ATOM create a kaiju contest (Yokaigon), is that the world of kaiju is more complicated and challenging than many are willing to accept, which is a theme in ATOM itself.  Yokaigon’s more supernatural/occult powers are based on the ghost parascience of my setting, which ATOM has delved into a bit (Pathogen being the big example), so it’s not as out of left field as some might think.

@cerothenull​ brings us our final entry (unless some got lost thanks to tumblr’s shitty tagging system), the flying spider Naeranti.  She’s a kaiju spider who uses silk to make complicate hot-air balloons, more or less, and that’s just delightful.  ATOM could always use more spider-monsters, and with a really unique gimmick backing up a wonderfully distinct look, Naeranti is sure to stand out among her fellow giant arachnids.

Well, that’s the roundup!  In a week (or two, depending on how much my hand cramps) we’ll have the five finalists, and sometime after that, the grand prize winner!

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Rewatching Transformers G1 S2: Episode 1: Autobot Spike

Yes, this is where the Surprised Ratchet meme image comes from:

This episode has a lot going on including near-death of a human character on screen, body horror/a Frankenstein plot, and some genuinely unsettling scenes mostly made creepy due to the combination of some interesting dialogue/voice acting and typical G1 Quality. 

And Spike shoots Starscream in the ass mid-flight, which is fantastic. 

He also shoots his dad, which is less fantastic. 

Being a horror nerd, I love this episode, so here we go! 

Gonna put this below a cut because I’m taking a lot of screenshots here:

You can watch the whole episode on YouTube here in 4 parts, if you want to watch along! 

Alright, so it opens with Sparkplug trying to create “Autobot X”, which is straight up just a Frankenstein’s Monster of autobot parts. It’s weirdly creepy, and vaguely reminiscent of the infamous Ratchet-Megatron fusion in the Marvel comics.

I want to point out that Sparkplug says “I wanna see what I can do with a lotta spare Autobot parts and some human ingenuity” before the reveal shot above, and that’s horrific if you think about it for more than like, three seconds. 

It also may have been the origins of the MECH plot line in TFP, actually! Very similar body horror type thing going on. Anyway.

It works briefly, but it flips out and has to get shut down. 

Ironhide fires a laser, problem solved, nobody’s worried. They put Autobot X in storage, because surely a rampantly aggressive seemingly sentient pastiche of random Autobot parts is nothing to worry about. It’s fine. 

Wheeljack is like, hell yeah, I’ll help you work on it later. Which is when we get the Surprised Ratchet image, because yeah, I bet Ratchet’s freaked out a little since this thing is made of SPARE AUTOBOT PARTS. 

Then we’re swept immediately into a fight with Megatron, as many Seekers as you can fit in frame at one time, and Soundwave. 

For whatever reason, Bumblebee shows up driving through a bunch of partially blown up missile/rocket components, with Spike in the driver’s seat. Even Spike is like, dude, why are we here? And Bumblebee is just like, I mean, we couldn’t NOT show up. lmao

Unsurprisingly, Bumblebee gets shot-- In alt-mode, with Spike inside. Uh oh. 

Megatron leaves, because Frank Welker can only voice so many characters at once, and our attention is turned to the carnage. 

Ratchet is like, sure, I can fix Bumblebee right up! Meanwhile, Ironhide is like oh god, oh my god, is this how you hold a human??? Is it dead??? Optimus is gonna be pissed. 

So Optimus rolls up like, listen, take him to the hospital, come on. Ratchet lets him in the back of his ambulance mode, and Prowl goes with him so that he can throw his emergency lights on to give the illusion of a police escort, ensuring the drive is even quicker. 

(I miss the days when Prowl wasn’t a total asshole.) 

It cuts pretty quickly to Spike in an operating theatre; Apparently getting shot by alien space lasers isn’t conducive to human health: 

It cuts again to the attending physician standing at Spike’s beside, presumably in ICU although they appear to be in a private room, with Sparkplug on the other side of the bed. 

The doctor says “Hmm, if only there were a way of separating Spike’s mind from his body while we work...” Which, uh, what? What surgeon says that? You can sort of already do that in actual human medicine, it’s called an induced coma. 

But sure, we need exposition here, I get it. The screenplay here is tight. Sparkplug says he has an idea...

Back at the Autobot hangout, things seem fairly chill, considering. 

Ratchet is welding Bumblebee’s ass in alt-mode, while Bumblebee complains about how long it’s taking. lol 

Meanwhile, Wheeljack and Sparkplug somehow have Spike hooked up to a Ghostbusters colander helmet, which will hopefully transfer his mind into the malfunctioning/in stasis Autobot X frame. Yikes. 

It works! Spike is now also Autobot X. We will call him Spike X for short. 

And for some reason, Spike saying “D-Da-ad?” with this faceplate expression is incredibly funny to me, while also being really weird and creepy: 

However, this is only cool for like two seconds, at which point Spike X truly starts to lose his shit. 

It gets real creepy here, with Spike X saying in a very oddly flat inflection “Why? Why did you do this to me? Why?” and it’s pretty wild. There’s even a mild strobe effect for a few frames. 

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker try to help calm him down, but Spike X throws them both across the room. 

Optimus is like, oh shit, we made a giant metal teenager. Stop him, but use low power, because if the Autobot X frame is damaged too much, then Spike’s consciousness may not be able to be returned to his actual human body. 

Note that Optimus says this in a pretty relaxed way, then levels a shoulder mounted cannon straight at Spike X, which is incredibly funny. 

It quickly gets deeply weird and creepy again when Spike X is temporarily able to talk with his dad, and states that “it’s hard to think, like something is telling me to do... bad.... things!” Yiiiiiikes. 

He gets it under control again, apologises to his dad for the outburst (I think it’s OK, Spike), and Optimus says that he’s cool to stay at the base and he’ll be taken care of while his human body heals up. 

However, oh shit, the Decepticons have found out that Spike now has an Autobot frame-- And they know he’s unstable. 

Starscream tries to roast him, but Megatron’s like, shut up nerd, we’re gonna make Spike X turn against the Autobots! It’s a good plan, I’m serious! 

Back at the Autobot base, Ratchet is still welding Bumblebee’s ass, and Bumblebee is still complaining. Wheeljack hooks up Spike X with some network television, and he’s watching... Frankenstein. Because the six year old kids who are the intended audience of G1 may not be familiar with the source material for this episode’s plot, I guess, which is fair. (Frank Welker nails it here as Dr. Frankenstein, but that’s unsurprising, because he always nails it. I think he’s also voicing Frankenstein’s Monster, but I haven’t checked the credits.)

Obviously, this isn’t a great thing for Spike X to be watching at this particular moment, so he freaks out again. 

Wheeljack and Sparkplug come running, and somehow Sparkplug is covering ground faster than Wheeljack. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. 

Ratchet’s progress on welding Bumblebee’s ass is interrupted by Spike X breaking through the wall and seemingly flying away. lmao 

They just sort of stand there, like, well, we lost him, I guess. 

Bumblebee is like, alright, gonna go get my boy. 

So he drives out of this massive crater, and Ratchet is like, wait! Your radio transmitter still doesn’t work. (Apparently their radio transmitters are located in their asses. Fascinating.) 

Spike X sits on a cliff and says “what a drag”, which, yeah. Being a Frankenstein space robot would be cool if not for the immense psychological damage this is absolutely causing. 

However, he also calls himself a “walking garbage can” in a completely genuine put-out tone of voice, which absolutely sells that this is a teenager in a giant robot body and I laughed, I won’t lie. 

Some of Megatron’s cronies locate him and hold his position. 

At the same time, Bumblebee shows up and tries to talk Spike X down from a random destructive rampage. 

He throws Bumblebee off the cliff! And Megatron’s squad is rolling up. (Well, flying up, anyway.) Uh oh! 

Spike X is like, hell yeah, bring it. More ass to kick. And it turns out his arm mounted cannon works, because he shoots Starscream directly in the undercarriage and says “YEAH, MAN!” and it’s so genuine. 

This is the perfect reaction to being a teenager in a giant robot body and just suddenly being able to shoot lasers and kick ass. Look at how happy he is, that he just shot Starscream in the butt mid-air. It’s awesome.

Unfortunately, the Seekers do actually beat him up, although Spike X puts up a good fight. 

Megatron then takes advantage of his further weakened state, and swoops in to pitch a classic “Join Us” speech. Spike X calls him “Megacrumb”, which is probably acceptable because he’s absolutely concussed by this point. 

Megatron is willing to overlook this for the sake of teaming up. 

Bumblebee eavesdrops, and drives away-- But Spike X gives Megatron a handshake, and agrees to “make them pay”. Oh shit! 

For some reason, Optimus and Ironhide are back at the rocket facility to watch a launch. Because I guess whatever, this whole situation is chill, let’s go watch rockets? IDK 

But either way, Optimus roasts the inferior quality of human technology, while Bumblebee just drives up on site despite Military Police levelling sniper rifles at him in order to report that Megatron is taking advantage of Spike X’s inability to think clearly. 

Optimus says “I feared something like this might happen”, which, if that were the case, why not take actions to prevent it, maybe? Not the strongest Optimus episode. 

To be fair though, Ironhide transforms and is already driving off before Optimus even gives the order to roll out, so I guess Ironhide either really wants to kick some ass or cares slightly more about Spike X’s wellbeing. He has no dialogue here, so we can only guess. 

They get there, with even more Autobots who showed up at some point in the rapid scene cuts here, and Spike X is super unhinged-- Charging his weapons, he starts speaking in a more strained and angry way, and engages the Autobots! 

He hits Optimus with what appears to be a chest laser? It’s hard to see. But it’s super effective: 

Optimus pleads with Spike X to calm down, but Spike X straight up pulls MEGATRON IN GUN MODE out of his sub-space and shoots Optimus directly in the faceplate. Damn! 

The Seekers and Soundwave drop in, and start rapid firing on all the Autobots present. 

We get some great shots of Megatron in his gun alt-mode as he tries to convince Spike X to keep attacking. Optimus and Bumblebee hide behind cover, attempting to bring Spike X to his senses long enough to disarm him. 

Suddenly, Wheeljack and Sparkplug roll up; Sparkplug attempts to talk some sense into Spike, too. 

Optimus and Bumblebee are at a loss; If they take out Spike X, the damage might take him out for good. 

However, Sparkplug fails in his efforts to talk to Spike X; He SHOOTS HIS DAD AND KNOCKS HIM OFF THE CLIFF. 

Can you imagine if they put an ad break here? lmao 

Luckily, he has like, a claw machine arm, and he catches his dad before he becomes a human smoothie. 

This shocks Spike X badly enough that while he still has Megatron in gun mode, he takes a few pot shots at the Seekers and the Decepticons decide it’s time to bounce, so Megatron bails too. 

He apologises for almost killing his dad, his dad is like hey no beef man, and it cuts to them in the hospital: 

Sparkplug takes his son’s body back to the Autobot base (that sounds worse than it is), and they prepare to transfer him back into his body. 

What’s extra funny here is that he nervously laughs and says “Hope you fixed this thing up good, Ratchet!” And Ratchet says absolutely nothing. Not a word. 

It’s a success! Dad and son hug, totally not even addressing anything that happened this whole episode, because that’s a job for a therapist. 

Ratchet, who continues to not really care about any of this, tells Wheeljack “You know, I could probably repair that mess, but I think it’s best that I don’t.” (This is a play on what Wheeljack said earlier in the episode when he offered to help Sparkplug fix up Autobot X to begin with.) 

I love how tired Wheeljack looks. LOL

Spike, now recovered, leaves us with a great question to close out the episode: “I wonder what it’d be like for a robot mind to be transferred... to a human!” 

Depending on what kind of kid you were, his question was either imagination fuel for fun humanformer ideas, or was a blatantly bad question indicating he learned nothing and providing nightmare fuel trying to imagine one of the Autobots losing their shit in a human body the same way Spike lost his shit while inhabiting Autobot X. 

Anyway, great episode! 10/10 Scary, funny, creepy, Starscream got shot in the ass by a teenager.