#optic roast

[melishade]

Do you think the 104th would laugh at the face megatron would do when he's looking at something, ya know the face where his eyes look goofy

This is the look.

The 104th would be too afraid to laugh at Megatron's crossed optic problem for fear of retaliation. It's very understandable.

Levi and Hanji however, would roast him so hard that Megatron wouldn't be able to recover some of his pride.

[lanaevyssmoved]

OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning  Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GUYS... TWO DAYS. I WORKED ON IT FOR HOURS. i hope........ its worth it <3

tagging @cetra @dekariosgale @courierseis @euryalex @hibernationsuit @jerichoes @vanoefucks @captaintiny @gwynbleidd @arduath @rcpunzel @avallachs @fuckitwebhaal @hexdruid @sovereign-spaw @galesgrandad @thefathersbride @dandeyrain @doggybone @swanfey @voerman @full---ofstarlight @chaos-storm @covenscribe @raphaelsboudoir @simtalics @kymal @graynstairs @neonbutchery @hungryblackbird @moxley @thlix @isayashai @darlinghowl @astarionsfordf150 @moon-jun @lovaboy @ratscrap @picklepals @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @rigaudon @neosunbrella @sternenstaub28 @centipisde @kirkwall @lusus--naturae

[angelosearch]

It's Christmas day and I am feeling sad and I am going to try writing about it.

Long before I became estranged from my family or stopped exchanging gifts on the holiday, Christmas was always a day that made me sob uncontrollably, at least for a little while.

The Annual Christmas Cry (ACC) is what I call it.

As a kid, it would normally come after Christmas dinner, the lack of sleep finally catching up with me. There would be this strange feeling after the meal, the last event of the holiday, that it was all over. The anticipation had built up and the 24 hours had passed and now things were immediately going to be normal again after weeks of working up to this day. In the gentle multicolor glow of the lights of the tree, the strings along the ceiling, left on for at least 36 hours at that point, I would sit on the couch, watch the bunches of tinsel sparkle, and quietly cry.

As I aged, the ACC would strike me at different times. Some years it was immediately after opening gifts, feeling the weight of grief, remembering the grandparents who had once filled that time. Other years, it was while we were watching movies in the afternoon, more easily moved than usual. Others still, it was on Christmas eve, feeling let down by the lack of "magic;" noticing the distance between the Christmases of my childhood and the holidays of my adult life.

But despite the ACC, for most of my life, Christmas was my favorite time of year.

My boisterous Italian American family went hard for Christmas. My grandmother, the matriarch, had multiple trees, tables and tables of Christmas villages, creepy singing animatronics all over the house, and a stocking for each person who walked through the door (my dad was from a family of eight so between the kids and their spouses and their kids and the extended family... there were at least 30 stockings). I remember the extravagant Christmas eve family gathering with the "feast of the seven fishes" and putting on Christmas pagents with my cousins. It was loud and busy and colorful and stressful, and it was wonderful.

My grandmother was truly Mrs. Claus, the master of Christmas. My grandmother was my best friend growing up. I wanted to be like her. Christmas became very important to me as a result.

There were a lot of complicated family dynamics that I don't think I ever received a objective explanation for, but every year we spent less time with my dad's family around Christmas, and my mom stopped coming to those events all together.

My parents, meanwhile, were big about Christmas in their own way. My mom would deck out the house with fiber optic trees, santa and snowmen, and blast the Christmas CDs from a silver stereo from mid-November through December 26. My dad would go into a cookie-making frenzy for weeks, producing heavy trays of 8-10 homemade cookie varieties to give to family, neighbors and teachers. Looking back, I cannot tell you how he accomplished this as he would regularly work 50 hours a week in a very physically demanding job. Then Christmas eve/day would be a cooking marathon: pizzas at midnight, stuffed mushrooms with homemade sausage, everything from scratch and a magnificent roast that needed it's temperature constantly monitored. Christmas day was the only day every year my dad would always have "off" from work, but he spent the entire day in the kitchen.

And while money and time were in short supply all other times of the year, my parents turned a blind eye to the bills in December and got too many ornaments and decorations and gifts. As a kid, I never felt poor on Christmas. My parent's love languages for their children were "acts of service" and "gift giving" and they spoke it as steam into the winter air. As a kid, I never felt unloved on Christmas.

When my grandmother passed, Christmas drastically changed shape. The Christmas eve parties got quieter and shorter. My dad seemed less interested in our established traditions and (by accident or by design) started to work later on Christmas Eve.

I think my mom tried to compensate with more food, more gifts, more decor, more calls to follow tradition, but it all came painted with guilt and shame; "we can't afford to do Christmas this year" she'd say and then create piles of gifts out of thin air anyhow. She busied herself so much on Christmas that she'd fall asleep in the livingroom during the movie, and sometimes she wouldn't sit down to Christmas dinner with us. My brother and I tried to tell her that what we wanted was her, not the gifts or the food, but I understand now that was a message she wasn't equipped to receive.

Christmases got more socially complicated and demanding as I became a young adult. My oldest brother, when he was talking to us, would bring his kids and flare for drama around. I brought my Jewish then boyfriend-now-husband around and my mom felt the need to put on airs for him in some ways and put him to work in others. My mom drank more and more on normal days, and Christmas was the day that the hard liquor replaced wine. My parents would be at each other's throats, in competition. I would come home from college in another state, and later up from my apartment in another state, and be in and out of the holiday in a rush, sometimes bringing a dog. By then, the traditions felt like an awful checklist.

I remember my last Christmas eve with my parents, seven years ago. I had suggested something new - I felt bad that my mom always had to buy and wrap all the gifts and got so few herself by comparison, so I suggested we all do a big stocking for one other person but otherwise go easy on the gifts.

Everyone complied, in theory. But my brother needed to be coached. I did the shopping for me and my husband. I had to add things to my mother's stocking because my dad had no ideas. And then, I had to wrap every stocking but my own, as my mom insisted on doing my stocking. My mom's stocking to me was mostly things I did not want or need, but now had to use unless to passively accuse my mother of being a bad mom (she always assumed what I wanted in every forum and did not listen when I asked).

I hated that year. The pretense of "magic" was a sham. Christmas had become hollow, a place holder for memories that had past. Negative space in the year outside of the realities of work and school and travel, but with no warmth to speak of.

The following year, in November, my husband and I lost our first dog. The loss was immense; I remember saying, "I don't feel like I lost a pet. I feel like I lost an arm." Christmas felt like an unclearable hurdle. We just wanted to spend it, just us, in the little condo we just bought, sheltered with our grief. I tried to explain to my mother the need for quiet solitude that year, and she told me "your supposed to want to see family" when things like that happen. I felt guilty, but I could not bring myself to make the 4 hour drive to endure the empty holiday with my parents, who I was struggling to handle emotionally. We ended up adopting our current dog two days before Christmas, and spent it with him. The ACC came many times that year.

In February, I visited my parents for a decent chunk of time to celebrate my mom's birthday. It was not enough to make up for my Christmas sin.

I was only supposed to spend one Christmas away from home. The plan was to return to normalcy the following year.

But, my depression over losing my dog, along with the throes of my eating disorder and the challenges of my undiagnosed Bipolar disorder, sent me on a spiral that ended up lasting about 5 years.

The first "bottom" came with my first admittance to a psychward around mother's day off 2019. I had many realizations while I was recovering. My parents did not handle my hospitalization well, and I put up a boundary that I haven't been able to (or wanted to) tear down since. It was a needed, albeit messy, step in my healing process. But with the cut off, I lost most of my family, my childhood home, and Christmas as I knew it.

Christmas of 2020 was the worst time of my life. I attempted to take my life in mid-December and ended up in a horribly run hospital for a week. The hospital discharged me, not realizing I was manic. Less than 36 hours later, I was in full-blown psychosis and being admitted to another, much better psychward. I spent Christmas eve and day on the unit, still suffering from mania. Being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder was one of my gifts.

While that was the worst time in my life, that was not the worst Christmas of my life, I think. Everyone was either kind or a character or both and I loved my roommate. I gave my lotion away to a woman who was being cruel and it gave her pause. I wrote a sort of novella to another woman as a gift exchange of sorts. The staff was sweet and the kitchen went out of their way to make it special for us all. I remember sitting in a mask across from the nurse's station and hearing the claps they played over the PA when someone who had had COVID was discharged. That was when I had my ACC that year.

Christmases since then have been mixed. It is now a strange time of year with few traditions having stuck in the vacuum of my childhood memories. Certain movies and songs still stand, even though they have the potential to trigger my ACC early. Last year was my first Christmas in my new home, and I sat in the glow of our tree and the warmth of our fireplace, cozy in the relative darkness, crying as I watched "Anabelle's Wish." My dog was curled up in my lap, too.

This year in the rush of gradschool I didn't decorate and we chose to have a non-Christmas in Florida with my in-laws. I've already had a short ACC and I suspect I'll have another. I wasn't expecting the space where holiday spirit would be to feel so empty, but even after all of these years, no tree, no gifts, it feels odd.

It's probably a good thing. There is no way to relive the Christmases of my childhood, and I shouldn't try. If I can remove the pressure masked as specialness around this time of year, it will hurt less, knowing those kinds of Christmases will never come again.

It seems to me the thing that made Christmas special was the time it carved out with my family and the evident attempt at creating love and safety that wasn't available any other time of the year. I guess I am lucky now that love and safety and being with people I enjoy being around is not a once-a-year occurrence. It's now a daily magic. But I think I will always miss the materialistic vestiges of the past, just as I will always miss a family that hurt me.

I know they are thinking about me today. And I will be thinking about them, inevitably. It's the worst kind of day, when the rage is less perfect with the recollections of the soft, the different, the exceptions. I miss my brother giving me ridiculous joke gifts, and my father singing along to Alabama, and my mom's cigarette exhales into the clear night as I sprinkled the lawn with reindeer dust. I will miss the sound of the tree coming on all at once, the cacophony of motors and musical from various ornaments.

Grief. Nostalgia. Longing. Loneliness. Disillusionment. That's what the Annual Christmas Cry is made of.

[star-gxze]

Dawg let's go! Can you do a gn!reader with mtmte Megatron where they went up to him and asked if he can check a poem they've been working one. Megs reads it and was confused when the poem sounded like it was roasting a certain red and yellow mech. He asked why and reader just said, "just wanna see he's reaction" since he's been pranking them non-stop so it might be funny to write a poem that straights up grilling Rodimus

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your new paint job ain't that rad,

That's why you're not cool"

MY FIRST ASK (sorry I took so long oh my gosh)

pov: 2nd pov (you yours yourself)

Platonic! ☁️

-Megatron was watching you from afar you were writing something on a legal pad

-You looked up and smiled at megaton he waved back “[NAME] what are you writing?” Megaton asked tilting his helm slightly

“oh it’s just a poem I’ve been working” you responded

-Megarton showed a bit of excitement (not a lot LOL)

he liked to write poetry aswell!! “May I see?”

Megatron asked a little bit of enthusiasm, you nodded your head.

you gave him your legal pad, he started to read it his optics scanning over every sentence “[NAME]..what…what is this” Megatron rubbed his temples (?) and sighed, megaton looked at you in disbelief

you smiled a bit “A poem for Rodimus”

“This is more like a roast than a poem [NAME]” Megatron looked at you blankly, he rolled his eyes “okay so why are you writing this?” Megaton asked you

“Because that…butthole keeps prancing me so I’m writing a poem to teach him a lesson…and his new paint job sucks” you looked smug, megaton did a grandpa laugh and handed back you legal pad “g-good luck with that [NAME], tell me how it goes”

you gave megatron a thumbs up as you make your way to rodimus.

you heard sobbing an hour later

“MY PAINT J-JOB IS AMAZING”

you snorted

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SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!! Finals were kicking my ass BUT I’m all done and I passed them all:3

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday! tagged by @energievie @sgtmickeyslaughter @sleepyheadgallavich @heymrspatel 💚

name: jessie 💥

do you drink coffee? first thing every morning. light roast, black, no sugar. ☕️

what’s the best thing you ate today? i didn't eat anything i was particularly thrilled about today. i guess the chicken i had for dinner was fine.

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven’t had a pet yet, what’s your dream pet?) i had a beagle named sammy when i was growing up and he was my favorite thing ever. i still tear up when i think about him sometimes gaahhh 🥹

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? just chillin. cause i'm just chillin. life is pretty good right now.

what’s something you did recently that you’re proud of? oooh some writing stuff, some art stuff. ✏️

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? i wanted to be a vet because i was obsessed with dogs. now i work in the optical department of an optometrist's office. i still get to see dogs once in a while lol.

what’s the name of the latest playlist you made? the last one i made is called "i don't know what i want" and it's comprised of some of my favorite songs, just something to throw on when i don't know what vibe i want. the last playlist i added to is my workout playlist which is called "punch the fuckin sun."

tagging @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gallawitchxx @gardenerian

@crossmydna @deedala @rereadanon @mmmichyyy @stocious

@ohkate @sickness-health-all-that-shit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool if you wanna play 🖤

[justenjoythegossip]

CE is getting roasted in the comments which are there for everyone to see. He and his team must know the optics. He looks like a fool and a hypocrite.

[get-rammed]

can we hear more about golf monty 👉👈 im realizing i dont actually know that much about him but i love him

- stupid-and-cute

I had a whole thing typed out, and it deleted it. Weh

Golf Monty had a pretty sassy attitude alongside his flirty one, and would often playfully roast guests. This was part of his public appeal. Get little pins "I got roasted by Montgomery Gator!"

Golf Monty was able to swim, and did often. His shell is incredibly boiant, and the liquid in the main water pool allows for heavier objects to float. It's not the safest stuff for humans to be in. But the shallower areas are just regular water.

Golf Monty always smelled slightly musty.

It was due to Monty's love of swimming that he had to be washed every other day. If he wasn't cleaned, he would start to smell worse. His clothes had to be changed and washed daily. Making him one of the only animatronics to have a number of physical outfits he could wear.

Got flash photography banned from Gator Golf after it was found flashes more or less blinded him for a few minutes. His optics weren't designed for bright lights, which was part of why he wasn't allowed to leave his location.

If someone broke the rule, he got to throw them out. He liked doing this.

Despite the Backstory Fazent gave Golf Monty-Glamrock Monty, he didn't really know Bonnie. Golf Monty had no arm pass to leave his mini golf arena.

He didn't really know any of the other animatronics outside of their endo learning days, and when they were rented out to come golf with people. But they had pre-coded interactions for those days.

When Roxy's Raceway was moved indoors and Roxy herself was upgraded, she would often hide in Gator Golf in the off hours. She missed the sounds of creatures and trees.

It was due to this interaction that Roxy and Monty became friends. Later when Monty was upgraded himself, they got to bond over being unwanted upgrades. Roxy tried to be there for Monty the best she could since she knew his situation was kinda worse.

Monty would play Roxy music in exchange for gossip and knowledge on the rest of the Pizzaplex. They still do this together.

[siberat]

roasting marshmallow

I can imagine a chubby sky/fire easily and eagerly keeping a lover warm Dispite being stuck in a blizzard. That soft marshmallow would simply wrap his pudgy frame around the other mech and hug. Engines would be purring as he happily hummed in enjoyment. The jets arms would rub smoothly up and down the others chilly frame and pulling them close to his pillowed gut until his lover no longer shivered.

‘All warm and cozy?’ Sky/fire’s voice calls out gently as his pecks a kiss on top the other’s helm.

the other mech simply snuggles in deeper, closing their optics and letting the sound of the larger jets engines-and grumbling belly- lull them into recharge.

[datarevived]

shooter-nobunagun asked: “ are you… smelling me? " From: Question Prompts...

Was it that painfully obvious? A sudden flush over pale cheeks, brightening the freckled stars among Awoken skin as cyan eyes blinked once, then twice - further acknowledging the question.

" I. . . -! It's not - "

How would she even begin to explain it? How to politely gesture that she smelt off. Different. A foreign scent compared to that of fuel, ether compounds, freshly roasted ramen or curry from down the street or even the decomposing freight train that was the Scorn.

But something that had smelt completely different. She knew not if this was a positive or negative.

" There's just.. it's a new smell, something I've never crossed mind, a-and, it just so happens to be near you, and I don't want to make it weird -- I'm making it weird -- I -- I mean, I just - " with arms flailing in abundance of explanation, the Hunter exhales a long sigh. Her heart racing like a drum amidst her chest, though her expression seems rather exhausted than it does panicked.

A small light suddenly exposing itself as a small object renders in close, a single matching-cyan optic staring towards the stranger as the geometric sentience whirls. " You're not from around here, are you? " it speaks, both in curious & calming tone.

[not-so-rosyyy]

Timmy / SNL are getting roasted and rightly so. When you think about the candlelit choir performance they had on when the war in Ukraine started... and Palestinians get mocked?? It's gross. And so many people, including Timmy, had to sign off on that for it to make it to air.

that is what's so crazy to me. because even if he was stupid enough to not think about the optics of that joke, did no one on his team really advise him about the potential damage of it? or did all of them just really not care?

[mollywog]

hg characters of ur choice go to a fall carnival! what booths do they gravitate toward?

(happy early halloween!!)

Happy Halloween @solar-halos!! Thanks for stopping by!

Welcome to Panem’s annual Fall Fest!

Plutarch is the coordinator - He’s the idea man with the connections - his assistant Fulvia does most of the work (or at least that’s what she’ll tell you)

Katniss and Gale run a roasted nut stand (it smells amazing) with the help of their siblings - no one can resist Posy - she’s their top salesman.

When she’s not helping at the stand, Prim is in the livestock tents. She’s a 4H kid: Lady isn’t exactly showing material, but she still loves seeing all the other animals: especially the bunnies!

Peeta runs a face painting booth. He’s too focused to notice Katniss stealing glances at him while he works. He hopes to go to Katniss’s stand during his break but never makes it! He keeps getting distracted by groups of friends who want to chat.

Madge is begrudgingly part of the Fall Harvest Court - she wanted to decline the ‘honor’, but her father said it was ‘good optics’ for his upcoming election and her ailing mother was so proud that she couldn’t refuse - she hates it. She’s the only girl there hoping to not be crowned Fall Harvest Princess - She’s rooting for Delly who is universally liked, but always runner up for these type of popularity contests. She was so surprised and delighted to even be nominated to court that she burst into tears.

Enobaria runs a bobbing for apple stand. You can do a standard bob for a couple bucks OR for $10 challenge her to see if you can get 10 apples before she does. (She’s undefeated)

Finnick reads cards- it’s far from mystical, they are the most absurd ‘readings’ based on his own conjectures and sense of humor. No one actually cares what he predicts, as long as he’s the one telling them.

Johanna lives at the edge of the carnival grounds and sets up an unregistered ax throwing area in her back yard. Fulvia is outraged when she discovers this, but Plutarch loves it! He even arranges a break in the fencing to allow carnival guests to enter her yard. It’s not technically part of the carnival so he isn’t responsible for the liability, but can take credit for the bonus entertainment (as well as a cut of the entry fee.) It becomes something of a speakeasy. Sae sets up a soup stand and Ripper serves spiked beverages. There’s no one to bust them because it’s where the off duty sheriff’s congregate. Haymitch can also be found at Johanna’s heckling the ameture ax throwers.

[dyxtd21]

Cyclos’mores aesthetic moodboard!!

Cyclos’mores:

Cyclos’mores is an icy embodiment of frozen decadence, his sleek, hauntingly graceful frame adorned with a rich palette of s’mores-inspired textures and tones. His armor is primarily a toasted golden-brown, mimicking the look of perfectly roasted graham crackers. His chest features a symmetrical pattern that evokes the layered construction of a s’more, with creamy marshmallow accents peeking through cracks in his plating and ribbons of chocolate flowing along the edges. His limbs are streaked with darker browns, resembling melted chocolate that has frozen mid-drip, giving him a simultaneously elegant and eerie appearance. Embedded throughout his frame are small, glistening chocolate chips that shimmer like frost crystals under light, adding an almost ethereal quality to his otherwise rugged motif.

Frozen s’mores pieces are strategically affixed to his shoulders, forearms, and shins, looking like a chillingly delicious armor set. His wings, sleek and sharp, resemble oversized, frozen graham crackers coated in a delicate frost, with chocolate stripes running along the edges. His head crest is shaped like a broken graham cracker, jagged yet regal, and his glowing blue optics are framed by frost-like patterns that add to his icy aura.

As a member of the Frosties, Cyclos’mores emanates a chilling aura that quite literally lowers the temperature in his vicinity, causing frost to form on nearby surfaces. His very presence is unsettling, not just because of his icy exterior but due to his quiet intensity and piercing demeanor. Cyclos’mores embodies a cold and calculated precision, operating with an unyielding focus that sets him apart even among his frosty peers. His voice is calm and measured, with a chilling undertone that suggests hidden depths of power.

Cyclos’mores’s personality is defined by his loyalty—not to the Decepticorns as a whole, but to Scorponoshake, whom he views as a kindred spirit. Together, they represent the Frosties as a distinct subgroup, united by their icy powers and outsider status within the Decepticorn ranks. Cyclos’mores deeply respects Scorponoshake’s stoicism and strength, often serving as his second-in-command in their frosty endeavors. The two share an almost symbiotic bond, communicating with minimal words and operating as a seamless unit in battle.

Unlike Scorponoshake, Cyclos’mores is more openly disdainful of Megatwix. He views the Decepticorn leader as overly focused on caramel-coated theatrics rather than the cold logic necessary for true domination. While Cyclos’mores does not actively challenge Megatwix, his icy indifference to the leader’s commands often borders on defiance. This attitude makes him a source of unease within the Decepticorn hierarchy, as even the boldest members are wary of antagonizing the Frosties.

Cyclos’mores harbors a quiet contempt for Starcream, whose vanity and melodrama are the antithesis of Cyclos’mores’s disciplined and reserved nature. Starcream’s flamboyant attempts to curry favor with the Frosties are met with cold indifference or, at most, a sharp, sarcastic remark. With Soundwafer, Cyclos’mores shares a distant but professional relationship, their mutual emphasis on strategy allowing for occasional collaboration, though Cyclos’mores finds Soundwafer’s lack of passion disconcerting. Shockwerther earns a modicum of respect from Cyclos’mores due to his unyielding strength, but their differing philosophies—Cyclos’mores values precision, Shockwerther brute force—keep their interactions limited to mutual acknowledgment on the battlefield.

In combat, Cyclos’mores is a master of cold efficiency, using his frozen s’mores theme to devastating effect. His primary weapon is an energy lance infused with frost energy, resembling a giant skewer tipped with a frozen marshmallow cluster that explodes on impact, releasing a freezing shockwave. His wings can generate icy gusts, coating the battlefield in frost and hindering enemy movements. He can also release small, frozen chocolate chips from compartments in his forearms, using them as projectile weapons that shatter on impact, creating bursts of freezing energy that incapacitate foes. His movements are precise and deliberate, each strike calculated to maximize damage while conserving energy.

Cyclos’mores’s abilities are not limited to offense; he excels at controlling the battlefield. By creating frozen terrains with his powers, he forces his enemies to fight on his terms, their footing unstable and their movements slowed. His icy aura saps the warmth and energy of his foes, weakening their resolve and physical strength over time. While his tactics may seem methodical and detached, there’s a cold fury beneath his surface that reveals itself in moments of intense combat, where his strikes become sharper and his frost deadlier.

Cyclos’mores is a chilling paradox—both the warmth of a classic sweet treat and the unyielding cold of frozen precision. Among the Decepticorns, he stands as an enigmatic and intimidating figure, embodying the elegance of restraint and the power of frost. His layered design and personality mirror the s’mores he represents: a deceptively simple concept executed with a depth and complexity that leave a lasting impression.

[heinzpilsner]

Damn, I kinda hate the Aang bashing thing in zutara fandom

It's like vegebul fandom with Yamcha bashing all over again lol

I mean, geez! It's not the boys' fault that their characters were kinda ruined by their respective creators for the sake of shipping.

I dunno, it usually just doesn't make for multifaceted and nuanced optics, especially then it comes to fics. It's always like "this guy is sooo obviously awful for her, but the other one is just sooo perfect!"

I mean, I'm a zutarian, and it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

It feels... cheap? Yep, that's the word.

Not gonna pretend I'm a big fan of Aang or something, but... The kid is alright? I mean, he's 12 and he makes mistakes, like all people do. Again, it's not his fault that the authors didn't give him opportunity to learn on his mistakes within canon.

This blog doesn't support Aang bashing.

...Only Zuko roasting, bwahahaha!

but I roast him with love, so it doesn't count

[poisonflowercorvidae]

Are you still active? Also, do you have any new wedgeshot headcanons? Thank you :)

I still log in to this hellsite (affectionate) daily; I've just been conditioned by Some Discourse ages ago to mostly stay in my little hidey hole and occasionally push content out. But if I'm not at work or running errands, I'm probably here. Lurking.

But let's see...Wedgeshot headcanons...*riffles around in my pocket*

Hot Shot and Wedge rarely fight after getting together (flirtatious bickering doesn't count), but it takes them a while not to take those rare fights into hurtful territory. They mellow out over the years and get better at taking a step back and talking things through, and they always apologize sincerely and thoroughly even at the beginning, but it's still something that takes work between them.

Co-leadership! Co-leadership! I think this is a pretty basic headcanon a lot of people are already aware of and behind, but yeah, Wedge and Hot Shot definitely end up leading the team together.

Surprisingly, I don't have strong opinions about them conjunxing or bonding? But if they ever do go as far as bonding, you can bet the rest of the team gets a lot of mileage out of that "bonding means becoming one spark with two frames" thing, going on about whether they have two leaders or only one.

Wedge's response to Hot Shot getting hurt can vary anywhere from "That's what you get for messing around"/"What did you expect?" to "Dear Primus, don't let this be what finally gets him" depending on the severity. Hot Shot treats any time Wedge gets hurt as cause for immediate attention. He won't let Wedge shrug off anything without assurance from a medic that it's really fine, actually.

Before they get together and in the early stages of the relationship, Wedge gets far more nervous about saying, "I love you." Hot Shot says it more easily, but he has a bit of a habit of saying it to all his friends, so it takes a few tries for him to get Wedge to understand that he means he's in love with him.

Unless they're specifically trying to embarrass each other, they don't use cutesy nicknames in public. If they ever do try to embarrass each other with them, it immediately backfires as Whirl, Hoist, Scorch, the end-of-series recruits, etc. roast them both for it (Medix usually doesn't join in, but he might comment dryly here or there or roll his optics at the whole thing).

Hmmm...And that's what I seem to have as far as headcanons right now. Thanks for the ask!

[robbno]

Me: "Oh, would you look at that. They manage to find a way to reach 301 terabyte per second over fiber-optic cables that are already placed out around the world. Sounds like waiting for the internet to load might become history soon. At least in some places. Interesting."

Wife: "Where did you learn about that?"

Me: "Oh, from some tech-nerds and the livescience.com website to name a few"

Wife: "*Scoffs* I believe it when I see it. *nonchalantly looks away*"

Me: " ... *glimpsing the bible on her desk* It's your right, hun."

~In my head~

Note: She saw my smirk and told me to shut up with a precious expression. We do these roasts on each other from time to time. A way to work out arguments. Although this time it was just for giggles. In the end, we respect each other's way of thinking.

[justenjoythegossip]

CE is getting roasted in the comments which are there for everyone to see. He and his team must know the optics. He looks like a fool and a hypocrite.