#shatter like glass

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

B-127

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 4- hyrule sanctum (it’s technically 3.5 but pshaw)

Zelda’s getting REAL TIRED of link THROWING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HER like a MEAT SHIELD.

Anyways, for keen eyed viewers: yes that’s the sheikah slate. And yes a little strand of something DID tag along with the fleeing duo.

All zelda shenanigans here

Patreon sketchbook here!

[zorangezest]

hear me out, hear me out..................................sg darkwing angry?

okokok now hear ME out

what if it was the only time he was calm

[seagiri]

sorry artstyle changed again

+ extra thanks to cabinet my head is spinning

[bloominglegumes]

ignoring the main arc with doomed starscream shattered glass is hilarious actually

sg blaster is such a massive loser ,,. like he fantasizes for centuries about getting revenge for losing his prewar newscast job while soundwave literally has not thought about blaster in years. what is wrong with him

[vitreouspositive]

that moment in tfone. but shattered glass. whoever sold the idea of canonising alternate universes??? actual genius.

[koipalm]

i want a new zagreus design so bad

[tokay-blog]

We got sgArcee as a femme fatale beauty who uses her feminine charms to achieve her goals at every opportunity x)👍

Unlike the original, she despised her partners (Tailgate and Cliffjumper). I suspect that Tailgate died himself during the war, and Arcee took the opportunity to drain all the blood out of him and used it already for her own refueling. Blood is not as efficient a fuel as pure energon (plus the autobots consumed dark energon, which was also mixed with their blood), so she became a sort of local vampire. If she were human, she'd obviously be climbing into bed with men and then slitting their throats in their sleep.

If Airachnid is a spider, then sgArcee is a mantis x) Who could really bite your head off. It's possible she's encountered insecticons. Again, perceiving them as a source of energon. And from the corpse of one of them, Arcee could get similar claws, replacing her usual blades.

She may have had a special relationship with Optimus, but he clearly didn't consider Arcee an equal. The fembot herself realized that it only temporarily elevated her status over the other autobots, so she relied only on herself.

Arcee could find some hidden insecticon nest, from which she also siphoned blood for her supplies. "Hit first before they hit you" was her survival tactic, but since no one had informed her that Ratchet had conducted an experiment on Airachnid, the spark-eater's appearance took her by surprise.

No one noticed the disappearance of this two-wheeler.

Sg Airachnid

Sg Breakdown

Sg Knockout

Sg Soundwave

Sg Starscream

[gomacave]

clinging to corpses

[yukaii]

he makes for such a great gorgeous dead wife memory montage. i am not okay

[eggariesalad]

theyd be friends i think

[plainandgeneric]

Omw to make my own version of SG!Tarn.

Normal Tarn is: "Life has no meaning (devastated)", SG!Tarn is: "Life has no meaning (liberated)".

Technically he's a good guy (and a medic) but I need him to be visually intimidating and morally iffy. I want him to be mean and brash, and incredibly inelegant in the way he talks.

Hates fanatics, doesn't care about Megatron, dislikes paperwork/admin, listens to horrible music when he works (think Silent Hill metal drill type noise), but secretly dreams of being an opera singer...

[keferon]

Imagine you're in the world of Transformers. Imagine you woke up randomly in the med bay and you're a giant robot.

You don't know which version of Transformers this is, the movies or the TV series or the comics? You don't know.

But you need to pick a faction and join it right now.

[coffeeandtoastforbreakfast]

It’s all going up into flames…bright, white flames…

[lave-ium]

shattered glass

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."