#prime all might

[champion-prism]

my secret slightly ooc headcanon for prime all might is that he smokes.

it starts because of gran torino, who would smoke in the agency around nana. strong, brave, basically broken nana, who knows she can't afford to take on vices, not after giving up her baby to fight off that monster AfO. but smoking isnt the same as drinking. it won't make her faculties take leave of her. it won't...incapacitate her. and at the end of the day, sometimes, she just needs something to take the edge off so badly.

so when torino holds out a cigarette, she takes it.

she basically stops when toshinori becomes part of the picture. but sometimes- just sometimes, he'll get a whiff of smoke from her on a bad day. same smell that around torino and the agency.

and when nana dies, and torino smokes a pack a day because it hurts his heart and there isn't a damn thing he can do except training her boy the only way he knows, he can't even be mad when he finds toshinori, sixteen, grieving, aching, unlit cigarette between his fingers as he stares at it.

torino can only be grateful it isn't anything worse, so he tosses toshinori a lighter and tells him to say no to drugs and alcohol.

[mightytato]

haha! look at me coming back from the dead!

bet you guys can't tell which all might i like better based off of how good they're drawn >:)

all of them.

the answer is all of them.

[silver age all might here]

[son1c]

after months of agonizing over it, he's finally here: the sonic variant from my original shatterspace! syzygy, or "ziggy," has a bad attitude, and no powers at all. that's right! after creating a sonic variant that's basically a god in terms of his power level, i've decided this one doesn't have any superspeed.

instead, he uses extreme gear to get around.

as for why he doesn't have a wisp... well, he used to, but it met an unfortunate end when he was still very young. since then, he became prickly and closed off. at least, that's what most people think.

in truth, the twist to his character is that he's the embodiment of sonic's "power of friendship." he's rescued several kids from certain death situations, and has formed his own little gang of superpowered loyalists. among these kids are this universe's cream, ray, and kit. more about them will come later...

also, something to note about this shatterspace: since the world is fractured in two, i figured it would only make sense for space to be like how it is in "treasure planet". so, there's breathable air up there. syzygy and his little friends spend most of their time traversing the cosmos, searching for a way to fix the planet--a goal that most people on earth have all but forgotten about.

[unicornblossom13]

Starscream: You’re mad at me.

Jetfire: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Starscream: Oh, come on! Everyone knows that’s worse!

[th3e-m4ng0]

re: that post about the lack of enrichment in trucks

i bring yet another megop au where op is another depressed fellow whose EM field is always emitting gloomy and tired vibes. vs megatron who is at his happiest when hauling materials and messing with his coworkers/friends

they haven't seen each other in years since the war ended and they signed all these treaties and paperwork !

[pirateyang]

a comparative analysis of shows in my favorite genre: the girls are stranded!!

[epickiya722]

He suited up because HE IS NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

[markantonys]

THE WHEEL OF TIME | 2x06

bonus:

[transingthoseformers]

As much as I have a gripe with bayverse tf due to some questionable writing choices that aged badly. It is still the first series to introduced me to tf, and damn the comics are smth cause what do you mean that is where the Lord High Protector Megatron trope came from, where megop shippers used it in fanfics and that line of Megatron saying he wants to make Optimus as his in one of the comics

I'VE GOT SO MANY OPINIONS ABOUT HOW THERE'S GOOD IDEAS STUCK IN BAYVERSE

Like. Clearly there's flaws. Some deep, obvious flaws that cannot and should not be ignored. But, some of the ideas in it are soooo crunchy and fun to play with

Bayverse could've been better. It had potential. And there are some genuinely good moments in the films. And some of the designs, while the execution and final product wasn't what many were looking for, clearly had attention and thought put into them (I still love bayverse Starscream and TLK Megatron😔).

They had a chance, and we saw what happened with that chance.

[dat-lil-shark]

Imagine in TF ONE, the Matrix does indeed have a spirit and consciousness, however even this spirit doesn’t know what the frag to do with Orion/Optimus. Cause all the other Primes in this version were born Prime, and Optimus is the first one to have a life before him and wasn’t prepared for this new life at all. (And also not counting the emotional trauma he got right after D-16’s betrayal). Even with the Matrix’s vast wisdom, this is still its first time trying to help a Prime in this circumstance. And it just had to first time parent itself through this.

Optimus: “Wisdom from Primus below, answer my call. How should I silence these thorny memory?”

The Matrix: “Uuhhhhh. Do you wanna nap?”

[m3tr0n0m333]

🎵A Pearl - Mitski

Sonic and Nine animatic

[mis-n-the-unwise]

so I just had a fucking revelation holy fuck

thank you (@kevrenee) for reminding me numbers meanings in aftg lmk if you want me to untag you

I present to you: Renee, lovely, good, friendly. trying her hardest to be better. is the last to interfere but the first to defend. a woman of god. Number 9.

And Seth. Rude, aggressive, mean, straight up unapproachable. did not live up to his potential. the first to attack. a sinner. Number 6.

opposites. up-side-downs of eachother.

Renee and Seth. they both have first names they hate remembering, so they use their second names. both running from their pasts.

[mightytato]

mighty sunflower🌻

[myymi]

“Look. Yer new here, I get it.” Sails grumbled, his mechanical arm resting on the hedgehog’s chest to force him to keep his distance, “But you need to learn our rules and fast.” He growled, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Sonic tried to keep his body from visibly wilting at the rejection. He wasn't used to being pushed away by his little brother, and it seemed to hurt worse the second time around.

Except they aren't his little brother, are they? Nine and Sails don't know him. They shouldn't trust him. But he needs them to. Sonic needs his brother(s?) to trust him to keep them safe, why won't they let him protect them?

That's his job, isn't it? He has to keep them safe from those who are hunting them or whatever awful thoughts are plaguing them. What good is protecting the world when he can't protect his world?

“Whaddya mean?” He decided to ask, firmly ignoring the way his voice wavered even after the fox in front of him raised a brow at it.

“I mean quit stickin’ yer nose where it don't belong.” Sonic tried to ignore the fact that only one of the pirate's ears folded down as he crossed his arms, shrinking into himself. “My tale ain't your business, so quit poking.”

“I didn't mean to offend you or anything,” Sonic said, raising his paws in surrender. He'd never want to push his brother to talk about something he didn't want to. Why didn't he just drop it? “I was just worried, y’know?”

“Don't worry over strangers, landlubber.” Sails warned, his metal arm retreating from the teens chest as he averted his gaze, “it'll only make things harder for ya.” He mumbled, almost too quiet for the other to hear.

“But you're not a stranger, Sails.” The older argued, watching the fox’s movements, “I know everything about you!”

“No, you don't.” The kit frowned, his fur bristling, “If ye did, ye wouldn't be here askin’ questions about a life that doesn't concern you.” Was the last thing he said before turning away from the hedgehog, quickly making his way to somewhere on the boat that wasn't near him.

Sonic's ears flattened against his head as he watched Sails walk away, his left paw holding his right arm in an absolute death grip. He groaned and ran his paws down his face.

This was his own fault.

He's always been one to preach about boundaries. He remembers he used to have to remind a 4 year old Tails quite often that sometimes people just didn't want to talk about or do certain things and that was okay.

So why didn't he keep his big, stupid mouth shut when he saw Sails start to pull away?

Sure, Sails wasn't technically Tails, but they had the same mannerisms. His tails twirling around themselves to appear as a single appendage, his eyes looking down to stare at his crossed arms, his fur proofing up, and his foot tapping against the ground were all signs that someone was pushing him too far. Sonic knew that, yet he wouldn't stop pushing.

Maybe it was the desperation to understand this two tailed fox. Because he wasn't his fox, but he was so close he might as well be his doppelganger. Yet the teenager didn't actually know him.

But he wanted to. He wanted to show the kit that he was the one the kid should trust. He wanted to prove to Sails that he was a free shoulder to lean on if he needed it.

A big brother who would always have his arms open, waiting to comfort the fox should he need it.

It was a need for the hedgehog. He so desperately needed his little brother to understand he was always here that he forgot that Sails wasn't his brother. Not in those blue eyes, anyway.

To Sails, Sonic was a stranger. He was just some guy they found on an island who begged to be let aboard their ship. They had only met a few hours ago.

He was, understandably, overwhelmed by the hedgehog. It seemed like the stranger knew almost everything about his life, except for one key detail; Sonic didn't exist in it.

And that's exactly what made Sonic keep pushing. He wasn't a part of Sails’ life, but he wanted to be. Because he knows what Tails’ life was like before meeting the hedgehog, and he needed to make sure Sails was safe.

Nine wasn't.

Mangey wasn't.

There had to be at least one variant of his little brother that was okay. The kid's safety couldn't only rely on Sonic, surely there had to be one of them that got off easy.

But he guesses that was just another assumption he was wrong about.

“Landlubber!” Sonic's ears twitched at that, swiveling around until they located the direction the shout came from. He turned around to see Batten flying above him.

“What’d ye say to Sails?” She asked, one hand resting on her hip as the other held the hilt of her sword. The bat nodded her head up towards the crow’s nest.

Squinting, Sonic could see Sails was leaning against the banister, his head hung low.

The hedgehog winced and rubbed the back of his neck, “I kinda pushed him about something I shouldn't have.” He admitted, ears folding down against his head. “Do you know how I can make that up to him?”

Batten’s frown deepened as she glanced up to the fox for a brief moment, “Don't do anything. He'll sort it out on his own.” She advised, lowering herself down to land beside the hedgehog. “And don't bring the topic back up again. Ever.”

“Noted.” Sonic tried to smile, but it was very obviously strained. He sighed and looked away from the fox, not wanting to be caught staring.

He wasn't used to leaving Tails alone. When the fox was upset he would always bring him a gift to make up for whatever it was he did.

But maybe it's time to stop treating these two tailed foxes like they're his little brother. It never seemed to work out in his favor.

[grilledcheese-savage]

Jay’s Prime Empire Au Prequel

Part 4: Waking up

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(Posting early cause I’m on vacay)

[mercymaker]

she was never given a choice on how her life ended. claimed, like an object, a jewel, yet another victory in a long line of conquests. yet, maleane did not intend to let go of control so quickly, resign to a fate meant for tragedies and sad tales. no, she still had claws underneath that pretty mask, sharp fangs behind a smile of adoration, a dagger hidden under the silken sheets of their shared bed. she could still claw her way to the top. and how could she dream of a different outcome, when she was already high above everyone else? and only a single chess piece above her. a figure easily moved by carefully crafted words, swayed by honeyed praises. mal might've missed the more sinister parts of astarion before it was too late to save her life, but she knew the rest of the tapestry. his whims, his wounds, his aspirations. her voice could coax him, enrage him, and then... soothe him. like a boy king who could never see the leash coiling around his throne.

the non-sad version of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 & 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓