#skyskimmer

[wishingstarinajar]

It's Christmas🎄🎅, time to spread some robo love!🎁

For my bestie @stankychee I drew:

Tau and Chainwheel.

Stray and Zinfandel.

Megatron, Starflare and Pummel.

Skyskimmer and Rollcall.

and Dullahan and Nightcleaver.

Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!

[velvetwyrme]

new oc!!!! my strange creature!! this is Skyskimmer (or just Skim). they're a weird bird-bug-thing.

more on them under the cut because i love them dearly fhskfhdk

Skyskimmer (they/them, loosely Autobot aligned) is independent to a fault, often to the point of isolation. As a sailplane, they can glide for many hours without needing to land for fuel. Skim wants to be liked and valued, which is hard to do when you look and act like a very unsettling bug and are alone for long periods of time.

Their desire for independence is at odds with their inherent reliance on others, as a sailplane, they don't have a way to get off the ground by themselves and thus must rely on being being winched or towed into the air. Alternatively, thrown like a paper airplane. They can hop and glide short distances on their own (like a bird!), but without the requisite height to catch thermals and updrafts, they are they grounded. They do not mind this, as it allows them to spend more time indulging one of their favorite hobbies- observing humans.

Their interest in humans stems from a sort of scientific enthusiasm/"WOW cool bug!!" type of fascination rather than seeing them as people. Because of this, they have a collection of medical journals and texts from around the world, and is skilled field medic... for humans specifically. Skim is absolutely trash at fixing up their fellow bots, do NOT let them try anything, they will weld someones servo to their leg.

Unfortunately their scientific interest in humans means that they have terrible bedside manner and they will explain to you the many ways you can be eviscerated or die horribly, because they think it's REALLY cool.

... Safe to say, they rarely get to use their (human) medical knowledge.

Skim's real, usable(!!) talent lies in observing meteorological phenomena and predicting weather patterns with startling accuracy. Is it an outlier ability? Or just eerily good readings? Skim doesn't know and doesn't care, it's one of the only times they have an excuse to glide without having to ask someone to help them into the sky, so they'll take what they can get.

[icharchivist]

Danchou catches Siete heading to his skyskimmer in the middle of the night, "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna kill Lucilius, be right back"

"By yourself?"

"Yes :)"

They have to physically drag him away from the ship

NOO HELP

tbh Lucilius fight has to be done with Sandalphon at least so he won't be fully alone

but the chances of him calling sandalphon san-chan and sandalphon wanting to kill him are never zero

[dndorkdoggo]

Goodbye, For Now

Goodbid needs to get the Sky Skimmer for his contract, but his heart is not in it. Or, more accurately, his heart is in it too much.

**This is a Crackship

Goodbid/Skyskimmer (1617 words)

~~~

"So let me get this straight," S.G. says suspiciously. "You want me to get Mercury off the ship and into a tavern so you can then steal the ship?"

"Yep," Goodbid says with his most persuasive smile.

"And why would I do that?" S.G. asks, crossing her arms.

"Because you get to spend some alone time with Mercury." Goodbid all but bats his eyelashes at her, trying to convince her to go along with his idea, just this once.

"Yes, but you'd be stealing Sky Skimmer!" S.G. snaps, being defensive and protective over a boat that doesn't belong to her or even her (not-) boyfriend.

"Well, according to my contract, I'm also supposed to bring Mercury with me for extra pay," Goodbid growls back, not backing down from S.G. "I'm doing him a solid by getting him away from that ship!"

"If you lay a hand on him," S.G. hisses, raising her hand threateningly.

Goodbid holds her eye contact for several seconds. His smile becomes pinched at the edges. "S.G., I like you, and I like Mercury, so for all of our sakes just get him the hell away from that ship for two hours, okay?"

"I'm not going to let you steal from Mercury!" S.G. snaps, her accent becoming heavier and harder for Goodbid to understand.

"The ship isn't even his!" That makes S.G. stop. She stares at him, waiting for him to continue. "I found some documents that prove that the ship is a generations old family vessel."

"Are you saying that Mercury stole the ship?" S.G. growls.

"No, of course not! I like him just as much as you do, if only in a different way," Goodbid says, his voice dropping, as he eyes the door. No one is around, but he has to remember to not start screaming again or it might draw attention. "I don't believe he knowingly stole a ship. All I know is that there is a family who is willin' to pay a hitman to go out and find this ship and bring it back to them."

"Aren't you going to have to kill Mercury?" S.G. asks, distrustfully.

"No, they didn't care if I brought Mercury with me, they just want the ship."

S.G. lowers her hands. "This still doesn't feel right," she says, in an almost mournful way.

"Okay, how about this," Goodbid says, trying to relieve her guilt. "I give you a cut of the money that you then use to help Mercury buy a new ship with." S.G. tilts her head to the side, giving Goodbid the distinct impression that she is considering it. Goodbid almost wishes she wouldn't. He wants her to tell him to break the contract, that it's not worth losing such a beautiful, loyal ship for a bit of money, but he has a contract to follow, so he continues, "you'll look like the hero; besides, he'll never know that it was me that stole it."

S.G. grits her teeth, but she still slowly nods. "I swear if this goes south Goodbid, I'm selling you out," she hisses, pushing past him and heading towards the door.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Goodbid says honestly. He waits an extra five minutes before leaving the room, no use in starting rumors about what they were doing in that small room with a locked door.

*

While S.G. is a master gaslighter, she cannot for the life of her flirt with Mercury. Goodbid, normally would find this utterly hilarious and would find Glib to make jokes about this with, but right now he really needs her to up her game.

Its prime time to go to a tavern, all S.G. needs to do is to ask.

After an actual hour of S.G. trying and failing to get Mercury off the ship, Glib finally decides to toss S.G. a bone and suggest that they go for drinks. Glib and Goodbid both have used this trick on Mercury. Glib will get to the bar and will use his vampirism as an excuse to dip and Goodbid (when he's not trying to annoy S.G. by holding a better conversation with Mercury) will make up a random excuse about not wanting to be hungover the next day.

While he waits an extra ten minutes behind some boxes, he can't help but admire the ship he stands on. The craftmanship is practically godly with the intricate designs that line her walls. The wood is dark and high quality, even to Goodbid's untrained eye. The whole ship gives off a magical and majestic appearance even before you realize that the ship is indeed magical, which just adds to her perfection.

Its perfection, he means.

Because it's a ship, not alive. Not capable of emotions.

After the ten minutes has past Goodbid gets up, stretching as he does, and walks to the wheel of the ship. He lays his hands gently on the rudder and Sky Skimmer flutters her sails in question.

"Easy, girl, we're just gonna go for a little ride," Goodbid says, gently stroking the wheel as he guides it towards Wainua. Sky Skimmer flies steadily for a few minutes before seemingly realizing where they are headed and slows to a stop.

Goodbid internally groans. This is gonna be a long trip, he thinks to himself before gently placing his hands back on Sky Skimmer's wheel. "Come on, Sky, your family just wants you back," he says, gently running his hand down her wheel, trying to soothe her.

Her sails relax for a moment before bristling again and flapping, but still not turning around.

"What?" he asks, genuinely confused. "Were they not good to you?"

The ship flutters her sails in a way that tells Goodbid that they weren't cruel to her, but she's still reluctant to return.

"You just want to stay with Mercury?" He asks, stepping away from her wheel and slowly walking to her mast.

Her sails move in a nodding manner.

Goodbid clicks his tongue and places his hand lightly on her mast, in a caring way. This ship is so beautiful and has a personality, Goodbid would even venture to say it has a mind, which makes him not want to take the ship where she would be unhappy. She likes Mercury better than her original family, so she should be allowed to stay with Mercury, but that sadly isn't how the world works.

"You still have to go back." His voice is light as it trails off, almost apologetic in sound. "If I take you back then Mercury won't be hurt because I also like Mercury," Goodbid says, tracing his hand up and down the beautifully worn wood of Sky Skimmer mast. "I won't hurt him, but someone else will if they get another hitman on the job."

The entire boat jolts at the implication that someone would hurt Mercury if Sky Skimmer isn't returned to her old family.

"Shh, girl, I know," Goodbid says soothingly, as he places his back against her mast and sinks to his knees. "I don't like it either, but once you get there, you could probably run away."

The ship almost perks up at that suggestion.

"Yeah, you could escape the boat yard and come back to Mercury," he says with a soft smile. "You could come back to S.G., and Glib." He stands up and slowly walks back to her rudder, gently running his fingers over the spokes. "Back to me."

There's a soft moment that they allow to hang in the air before Goodbid is forced to break it.

"But in order for you to run away, we have to get you there first." With a gentle tap of his heel, Sky Skimmer is sulking forward.

"I know, it hurts to leave," Goodbid says sympathetically as he brushes his fingers across the wood of her wheel. "But the faster you get there, the faster you can get back."

With his gentle prodding, Sky Skimmer picks up speed and is racing toward Waniua. Goodbid full body laughs at the change in her mood as she rockets forward.

The ride takes barely an hour which Goodbid spends admiring the view -both of the landscape that they pass, and the gorgeous ship he finds himself on. When they near Waniua, Goodbid, nudges Sky Skimmer to float in the water, as to not draw too much attention. He calmly steers her to the meeting location that he had set up with the family. He looks over the edge of Sky Skimmer at the sea for a moment before leaning on her rudder.

"I have to go get one of them and bring them back here," Goodbid tells her. "But once they are here, I won't be allowed back on the ship, so this is goodbye for now." He leans down at places a gentle kiss on the top of one of her spokes.

Her sails flutter mournfully as Goodbid gets off the ship and walks up the dock. He resolutely does not look back, nor does he think about the possibility that Sky Skimmer won't return to him- Mercury, he means. Not himself, because why would he need to refer to himself.

Its not like he's done something so stupid as fall in love with a sentient ship. Of course not, that would be foolish and entirely unprofessional of him.

He gets to the end of the dock and can't help but throw one last look at the beautiful ship before squaring his shoulders and walking up the stairs.

She will come back to them. Back to him.

She has to.

[shymaidxn]

Me, looking at the latest Granblues: ...............................................e h ?

[caelumsaltator]

@zorkaya​ sent:  At least, here is Morana who pats Djeeta’s back for bringing the Astral Researcher here. The ship will have more drama and chaos with this, she’s pleased. Less boredom — more fun. “You’re doing great, Singilarity.” You also need to get off this ship, Zarina.

She’s too tired from going back and forth with the others. This isn’t the drama they need, though, Sovereign. Out of habit, she leans a bit closer to Morana. “I... thanks, Zarina..?” She’s completely confused on why she’s being thanked, but takes it. Give her a few hours to fully register it.

[ladywaterfall]

Whats your favorite pony?

HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE 

bc I literally can’t choose but here are ten ponies I really really love in no particular order, all g2s bc g2 is my favourite generation

- Princess Crystal- Princess Silver Swirl- Magic Diamond Glow (MY GRAIL who’s also NEVER FOR SALE AND SUPER RARE so I will most likely never own her)- Ivy- Princess Sapphire- Princess Trixiebelle- Silver Glow- Baby Sweetheart/Trueheart- That one baby Polka/Dot twin- Princess Golden Light- Snowball

[pixelgamer07]

The Void Guardian would like a word with you...

@omicrontheicequeen

Element paced the deck of the sky skimmer, his patience running on fumes at this point. Finally, Finally, his boys had found the source of whatever was tearing giant holes in the reality of space and time. Creating Null forbid giant fucking rift clusters that took too long to re-seal and allowed too many void space entities to scuttle out and cause problems. Admittedly, Element was hoping this was some sort of Imperium/Chaos Marine Chapter that got their hands on a trans dimensional warp drive. Cuz then he wouldn’t feel bad just detonating their whole damn ship and let them sort things out with whatever gods the answered too. Hell, he’d even accept that Zoe girl from Runeterra that got her hands on something she shouldn’t have, it would at least give him a reason to visit that dimension again. But no, the void just had to surprise him with a whole Null damn Metrotitan.

Element glanced back at the three battle cruisers holding in low orbit above the planet. He had no issue with the cybertronian race, even though the Decepticons seemed adamant about getting in the way of his duties or trying to steal his tech every chance they got. He didn’t even want to call in the battle cruisers, but he also didn’t know what side this Metrotitan feel on, and he didn’t have a single spell in his arsenal that could handle something that big. The skyskimmer came to a halt just a few yards above the deep blue water below. The school of drones just below the surface were converging on this spot, showing a massive living vessel just a few 100ft down. “Are you sure we can’t just, i don’t know, send a pod down there with the message “Hey big guy I’d like a word with ya please?’” The Engie MECS looked back at the Guardian with all five of its sensors. Even without eyebrows, Element got the feeling he was trying to say “......Yeah, no....” The Engie sent a signal up to one of the cruisers, which maneuvered to bring its tractor beam projector to bear. As the beam activated, a sonar pulse pinged through the multiple underwater drones, basically translating too:

“Get your big metal butt up here! The Void Guardian would like to have a word with you...”

[snowbird-down]

Chrome

It had been...a chaotic few months.

No...moons. They had a lunar calendar here. She had to call it moons now.

Already she’d given too much away. Kharn suspected her. Killian probably suspected her. Voldo outright knew her.

It all had seemed so innocuous. Once, when asked what her future plans were, what her purpose was, Laelia could not answer. Then Tieve arrived with a solution: Salemtaza’s Voyage, a massive Ul’dahn research airship, was in need of a skilled pilot. Surely she qualified?

“Yeah, and how do they feel about Garleans?” was Laelia’s sardonic response.

But Tieve assured her that the expedition leader, Nathaniel Salem, wouldn’t mind.

And now here she was. She kept her third eye covered and insisted she was a Shroud native named “Jeanne d’Meche” -- not knowing that such a contrived Elezen name was outright odd.

Salem had initially been understanding and kind, but of late he was suspicious courtesy of her connection to Valeriaux. He’d spoken of odd rumors surrounding the man, when Valeriaux himself had only spoken highly of Nathaniel.

...Val...

If you’d asked Laelia who she imagined herself coupled with, she would have written out a list of gorgeous amazonian women, likely Viera. Instead she was now sleeping with a Duskwight, a Gridanian lord, who had shared as many secrets with her as she had him. He had unexpectedly proven her rock in the most turbulent of times, the order to her chaos, the soothing shade to her burning light. And all because she’d dared to land her stolen airship in the Shroud... But no, that wasn’t complicated enough, of course; fate decreed that she was placed on the engineering team, courtesy of her familiarity with magitek. And those nerds, those assholes, those goobers...they had now become her family, even as Lucas grounded her for stealing a skyskimmer. They were the positivity and enthusiasm she’d never had in her life, the beating heart that had been strangled away beneath Garlean propaganda.

And then there was Lune. Precious Lune.

The brilliant engineer. The burning flame. The endless font of purity and optimism. The...Dalmascan.

Laelia was 12th Legion. She only passed through Dalmasca. But she still felt responsible for Rabanstre’s ultimate fate. The way he spoke of his homeland, with such passionate fondness...each time it was a lance through her heart. She loved the boy like a little brother, wanted to make it right somehow. If her people had destroyed his culture, then by her hand would she see it restored, dammit!

But tonight, she sat with a bottle in her hands, staring at it with abject guilt. Valeriaux hated it when she drank, tried to stop it...but by Solus she hurt so much.

He and Lune believed in her.

Kharn said Salem would cremate her when she was no longer of use to him.

And somewhere out there, Vicky and Max were yet living.

What did she do? What could she do?

And so Laelia drank herself to sleep, and passed out upon her bed. Tomorrow, she would go through the motions once again, knowing that it was all pathetically shallow.

Death was likely around the corner, and she had fuck all to show for it.

[returnerofthesky]

just spent a half hour making a Gummi Ship that I think might already be outclassed by the standard L2 blueprints

but it was fun and the Skyskimmer looks rad so that’s really what matters in the end

[forewarnedfate]

Well, it’s no skyskimmer, but he’ll certainly have a good time trying to figure out how to ride this hoverboard.

And maybe he’ll mess around with the machinery—what was the fun in getting new gadgets if he didn’t take them apart to figure out how they worked?

[wishingstarinajar]

My Art Summary of 2024, the year of once again simping for robo men after a long absense. Love 'em, good to be back!

The choice of the Masterpiece was based on what drawing gained the most attention across platforms rather than what I consider my "masterpiece of 2024".

Template by Papakkapao_ on Twitter~

[velvetwyrme]

Skim returns the love!! 🧡

[icharchivist]

Wait so Siete has a car and a two-seater skyskimmer, presumably???

How unfair

He can take his spouse on dates in all terrains

Presumably yeah!!!

he can truly take his spouse everywhere. How lucky.

[bitetime-blog]

FIC: Church of Misery

[fic] Church of Misery

Author: SkySkimmer and LouisianaSkies Rating: Teen Pairings: Malia/Kira, Scott/Allison, Erica/Boyd, Stiles/Derek Warnings: Mention of Murder and Police Jargon, Alcohol Mention, No Sexual Violence Prompt: The Capture of the Green River Killer Summary:

Sheriff Stiles Stilinski has a lot on his plate with a string of recent murders so he calls in old pal and FBI agent, Scott McCall, to help unravel the mysteries of the Green River killer.

Meanwhile the killing spree has caught the attention of Kira and Malia, a starlet and a film director trapped in the bodies of two high school seniors from California who set out on a road trip to find their fame in a documentary. The pair find themselves waist deep in the waters of the crime and just might be in over their heads.

[shymaidxn]

My Brain: Yo, if Diantha got a Granblues skin next April Fools, what do you think it would be?

Me: *gestures vaguely*