#solar opposities oc

[ser-i-vant]

the elusive warframe oc that is a warframe... two of them in fact (both of them men. for trans gender reasons)

read about them under the cut

on the left is florin. a sevagoth prime model. old man, knows his way around the system. fiercely stalwart; he knows who he is and what he is, a fact that helped him not only not completely lose his mind, but also earn his current reputation. instead of captaining a rescue ship, he's a pirate lord with the solar rails in his clutch. pretty laid back and down to earth actually, but at the end of the day, he takes what he wants without remorse. has a habit of being a thorn in baro's side

on the right is nephrite, a jade model. as opposed to florin, nephrie has only gained sentience very recently (he was originally just an empty vessel). he's very conflicted ane confused about who he's supposed to be and what his purpose is. he tries to act on whatever memories he retains from jade The Original, but finds it difficult. his personality is nothing like hers. but then who is he if not jade? that's for him to figure out. he's kinda mean. 'get in my healing aura you shitfuck' kinda guy

[windyboi101]

Designing Serial Designation T.S.

Hello! If for some reason you have any sort of interest in my Murder Drones OC, Serial Designation T.S., then you can view this post for some insight into the philosophy and ideas behind my designing of T.S. You can see the first 'reference' image of him here.

Most of these inspirations were on purpose, but some happened subconsciously, and I only realized later. :shrug: This post is EXTREMELY LONG! Open at your own risk!

MUSICAL INSPIRATION

One particular song by the retired Dr.Steel inspired me for the idea of this OC, as the lyrics gave me major 'Absolute Solver' vibes:

Left ajar to his hard drive He felt all alive The old robot he used to be dead

There was rage in his brain There was pain in his frame There was love, there was hunger and strife He felt lonely, rejected at times disconnected No answer to the meaning of life So he sang So he sang

The lines about being 'dead' and 'hungry' really just fit Solver as a whole, so the seed of an idea was planted and began to grow into the OC concept I now have.

DESIGN INSPIRATION

I have always been a fan of 'skeletal' and 'lanky' robots. Started far back as Disney's Toontown back around 2010 with Skelecogs.

Here to do business. Source: Toontown Rewritten

I was very young at the time, but these guys terrified me. Their weird toothy smiles and deeper voice than their suited-counterparts cemented them in my brain. More inspirations would come later in my life, around 2017.

Enter: Deadline

Simon Says: Do you want to learn the truth? Source: Popgoes: The Dead Forest

I was (and still kind of am) a huge Five Nights at Freddy's fan. Back in 2017, a particularly interesting fangame was canceled pretty late in development. They released a bunch of trivia on the game and characters, and the 'final boss' was this hooved-monstrosity.

While his design was clearly inspired by a particularly popular cryptid design, I just loved how imposing this robot was. He was giant, he was unbeatable, and you only won the game by terminating the AI that controlled both you and Deadline.

He was so giant he had to crouch in a large hallway to get to you! Source: Popgoes: The Dead Forest

I unknowingly really made some similar design choices with T.S. and I implore you to understand that I was NOT trying to copy the design. A major difference is Deadline's legs bending outward whereas T.S.'s legs bend inward. This was inspired by the next entry. The bones and organic material in T.S.'s design were because of The Solver's abilities, not Deadline's design. What I did intentionally take direct inspiration of was his feet, as I like N's circular 'feet' as opposed to the female Disassembly Drone's pegleg design. Unfortunately, not many Five Nights at Freddy's fangames had these spooky skeletal robots. However, a game I discovered in late 2018, Warframe, introduced a new main antagonist in July of 2019.

"Don't be afraid." Source: Warframe - The New War Teaser 2019 Erra, Sentient-Warlord, Son of Hunhow and Brother of Natah.

Holy shit I love this guy. Sentients are a race of - you guessed it - sentient machines in Warframe that are highly adaptive to all forms of opposition and damage. They started as giant planet-sized creations made to teraform planets and gave birth to 'children' by dividing themselves like starfish. Hunhow even earnt his name as 'Sentient Destroyer of Worlds', and his size explains it all.

Yes, those are entire 4-man-crew spaceships being dwarfed by him.

To sum up the long history, they waged war against their creators and lost, fleeing beyond the solar system. In the New War, they have returned to finish what they started. With this, Erra himself got a small makeover.

Red is my favorite color, and the unnatural, alien-like design of Erra gives him an unsettling figure. His odd grasshopper-like legs have him standing at around 14 ft / 4.26 meters tall. I instantly fell in love with his new design more than his old one. He even has slight mad scientist vibes to him, as he created hybrids from the corpses of Sentient and Warframe alike. Unable to die, these creatures regenerate using the entropic radiation from the shards embedded in the corpses of their 'host'.

Once Creatures made to recreate beauty, now grafted to the corpse of their undying enemy. Source: Warframe Wiki: Archons Lots of spoilers for Warframe ahead: After initially winning the war, enough plot happens where Erra surrenders himself to you in an attempt to save his people and dies helping you make your way to the actual antagonist. Or one would hope. Unfortunately, the Archons were vengeful against their creator, full of spite for the weapons they had been made into. (Sound familiar, Murder Drones fans?)

"Narmer offers freedom. Is that so terrible? Freedom from desire and responsibility, alike. Find freedom, and surrender... as I did."

Source: Warframe - Veilbreaker Ignoring the design similarities between him and Deadline, Erra's new form is more tragic than you'd think. Rather than being some sort of feral beast, Erra's mind is suppressed by the Sentient that has been grafted onto him named Pazuul. Worse, Erra is still in there, unable to act of his own will. Pazuul leads the remnants of the Sentient's army and preaches of their home system, promising their followers eternity in bliss...if they die for their cause. In one of these missions, Erra is able to break through and speak to the player.

"Tenno… I'm truly sorry… for everything. I saw the truth far too late. She will never forgive me. But you will… won't you?" - Erra

As of this post, Erra has yet to be freed from Pazuul's influence, and I can only hope the day comes we can either remove the parasite on his body or put him out of his misery. Erra was the biggest inspiration for T.S. : The concept of a single body having two minds is not a new idea, but the idea of it being two entirely different entities in a robot? Now that's cool as hell! It also helps that both Solver - Affected Drones and Sentients are highly resistant to damage, regenerate, and are otherwise 'alien' to the world.

It was also super similar to how The Solver works in Murder Drones, which is why I made T.S. a host for The Solver...but not any typical one: a host with no more free will. Similar to Cyn, The Solver is all that remains in the form visible. T.S. has been dead for a long, long time.

AUDIO / VOICE-CLAIM INSPIRATIONS

The audio I use as a voice claim for T.S. is from Dead by Daylight's Singularity character, who uses a heavily modified text-to-speech voice as it insults its victims. I always interpreted T.S. being very, very broken and thus having a voice that does not synthesize correctly like other drones, disrupting the illusion of 'humanity' that even normal Worker Drones show, let alone the personalities of main characters like N and Uzi. I also just really like menacing sounding characters. Singularity's voice is split into two parts: a deep, menacing voice, and the normal text-to-speech with modifications made. I chose the deeper voice, as T.S. is a character that would only exist Post-Episode 8 of Murder Drones. You can listen to the voice claim here. Lots of people like to attribute music to their OC's. I tend to do the same, especially for 'boss battle' themes for my OC, because why not? I wanted something that speaks "danger" and "otherworldly" while still being a track for a showdown. Coincidentally, Warframe has a track with the perfect title- Warframe: Hybrid Abominations

STORY INSPIRATION

I struggled making T.S. a character that was scary and tragic without it becoming overtly edgy and reminiscent of a Sonic the Hedgehog OC from DeviantArt in 2012. I'd like to hope I managed this, and if I am wrong, I would appreciate anyone telling me lmao

I am a sucker for 'Doomed Fate' characters. Characters who never even got to experience their life to the fullest, if at all. T.S. lost the memories of how he was damaged, so he only knows what came after his initial repair. Unfortunately, this would not be long before the Absolute Solver arrived in the form of Cyn at the Elliot Manor, and T.S. would be one of the first victims of its experimentation. One of the biggest inspirations of this fate and 'innocent but doomed' character trope was from Mono from Little Nightmares 2, my favorite game of all time. I recommend you play it yourself / watch a no-commentary playthrough before you read the spoilers I am about to drop:

End of the Hall. Source: Little Nightmares 2

Mono is betrayed by his only friend and is doomed to a never-ending cycle of loneliness and betrayal as he earns his place as The Thin Man, doomed to failing to save himself from his own fate and dying at his past self's hands.

While not an exact match to T.S.'s story, he is one doomed by the narrative itself. He never lives a normal life (or what would be normal for a Worker Drone in the Murder Drones universe), he never learns about The Solver. He never learns why anything that happens to him actually happens, or that it is unnatural for it to occur to him. T.S. simply comes to accept his reality, even if it is one he wishes would end. But The Solver does not win. Even though a small fragment of The Solver survives Post-Episode 8 (which I will elaborate on in a separate post, not this one) and takes the irreparable form of T.S. as it's host,

even though The Solver loses any sort of silly personality or innocence in its coding and becomes focused on consuming everything,

even though it knows what it did wrong last time it faced against Uzi, N, V, and the rest of Copper-9: The Solver will not win. Again, I won't spoil it in this post, but The Solver will not prevail in its last-ditch-effort. T.S. will be destroyed and be forgotten by time and only remembered as another victim of The Absolute Solver. Well, you made it to the end of the post! I appreciate your interest in my character and hope you'll stick around my account for content I reblog or write myself. Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated, as they expand my feedback sample-size so I can continue to improve my work :)

[superemeralds]

Who is your oldest (like longest had) OC? When did you come up with them, or tell us what the inspiration was!

my oldest oldest OC is Diana, she's a sailor moon self-insert who's the princess of the entire galaxy (as opposed to usagi's pathetic reign over juuust the solar system lmao) and she was sailor star. To be fair thgouh, I did make her before i saw season 5 and that season ruined my entire lore and I kind of dropped sailor moon for a while after that akjfhkajsf but when i was 9 or 10 i started making this sailor moon season 6 comic where my oc was the main character obviously but i was also obsessed w like 5 other certoons and anime so it just all meshed together. also all the other characters wouldnt stop commenting on my character being sooo tomboyish and how she was seen as one of the boys and one conflict was her not wanting to be girly when she transforms... I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANT FOR ME.........🏳️‍⚧️

my oldest OC that i actually have like. well recorded inspo and history of (drew him lots, still use him sometimes) is saph.

he was my sonic self insert at first. in the very beginning he was sonic's long lost sister ♥ back then he used to work for eggman. also i only knew about sonic from sonic x and only the first 2 seasons existed in germany at the time i watched it, so i thought 1) shadow is one of eggmans minions 2) shadow is an ugly jerk and i hated him lol.

(the rest is under cut bc this came out suuuper long)

same story as last oc. at first trying hard to be girly, (also holy shit i found the poerfect img for this)

but that's uncomfortable so i'm making the oc edgy. (notice the "MALE NOSE!!!!") at this point the backstory was that he's a "clone" of sonic shadow and silver.

no wait even better. run around naked like the boy characters.

everyone always confusing the giiirl for a boooy and i genuinely got some hate for my character design bc i shipped him w shadow and wow u cant have a homo OCxCanon ship ewww lmao but oh well.

someone once dared me to do a genderbend and then i just changed the color from white to black and they were angry i didnt do a proper genderbend. while the anti version of the character was a proper girly girl with pink and sparkles and smiles and rainbows and skirts and frilly tops and stupid hairstyle. and ppl complained the anti looked more like a genderbend. (below is the "anti". i can't find the genderbend anymore)

for me it just was my first crack in the egg bc hey. i don't want to be preppy, i want to be emo. but im not allowed bc girls are not meant to be edgy. and im notally not projecting on the boy version of this character more than the girl one. nope.

with every year i reduced the hair pieces at the front lmao but ya after my egg cracked i focused more on making him cool andkeeping him gender neutral. Then i used him to prcess a lot of my ongoing hardships in life. the redesign also being bc of a big shift (well. yeah me transitioning socially lmao)

he's unfortunately associated a lot w that painful time so i don't use him a lot anymore

he came a long way though im proud of him. here's one of the most recent drawings together with his brother (also has lots of lore on how he happened but im not feeling like it rn to go on that tangent)

[electricsakura16]

Meet the Suninites! Based on a concept involving if ATHF has other Solar Duos inspired from Mooninites and Plutonians. Anyways, Their names are Novia and Mii.

Facts (The Suninites):

Information:

The Suninites are the opposites of the Mooninites.

They are more inspired off of 3D Video Games, PS2 and N64 respectivaely as opposed to Mooninites based on Atari.

They are Sarcastic, but are seemingly full of Teamwork.

They are Neutral alliances.

They are both Genderfluid and Sungender. They go by She/They/Sun Pronouns

They're around the Mooninites' Ages.

They're Pansexual and are somewhat love partners of the Mooninites. (Novia is with Ignignokt while Mii is with Err)

Mii is probably shorter than Novia

They move around in Polygonal CGI animation in a vein to Gwimbly from Smiling Friends

Novia and Mii's voices sounds like the DiC Dub Sailor Moon and Venus

General:

The Suninites defend the Mooninites, even from Carl

In a similar vein to Mooninites and Plutonians, The Suninites have a fued with Jupiterians (Upcoming OCs)

They are obvious pranksters like the Mooninites

Would obviously like tricking Dr. Weird or Carl

They love the Y2K and other Webcore aesthetics

They both sometimes get fidgety with Frylock due to his distrust towards the Mooninites

Ramen has some trust issues with the Suninites considering how Frylock has a dislike towards the Mooninites

They can communicate on monitors on the ship or on the Sun

Would attempt to mask their identities using casual clothing and Earth hairstyle

They would enjoy pranking the Plutonians too

They're in okayish terms with Dusty

The Mooninites and Suninites would often play pranks on the Plutonians together

Would enjoy eachother's company at the Mooninites' spaceship

Oglethorpe and Emory would peep in to their make out sessions with the Mooninites

Often pulls their schemes together

The Suninites would come to visits the Mooninites on the moon at anytime

[chaospears]

🧀 ⚠️and 🍌for the oc ask ^-^

🧀 (cheese) - What’s the funniest thing that your character has ever done? Alternatively, what’s the funniest thing that’s happened to them?

Solar is probably definitely something to do with her chronic mischief making. They LOOOVE harmless chaos, playing pranks on people etc.

Dusk however isn't a very.. humorous kind of person.

⚠️ (warning) - What is your oc’s go-to weapon? Do they prefer melee weapons like swords or brass knuckles or do they prefer guns and other ranged weaponry? Do they even use a weapon? Why or why not?

Solar prefers not to fight, but if they need to they have a lot at their disposal. Her chaos lance, for example. When they're in sticky situations tho she prefers to hide or disorientate her opponent, using her powers over light and darkness.

Dusk is a LOT more hands-on. She'll fight dirty. She'll disoriente their opponent like Solar would but they won't hesitate to bring out the chaos lance. They're also not opposed to using their claws/tail.

🍌 (banana) - What is your character’s diet like? Do they cook hearty homemade meals or prefer to eat out? Are they a vegetarian or a meat lover? Are there any cultural foods they’re particularly fond of?

Solar eats a lot of the fruit the Black Arms eat!! She doesn't have much experience with meal prep or different kinds of food, or even going out to eat. Fruit is all they and eclipse have!! They would LOVE it tho, food is a whole new aspect of earth she has yet to discover!!!

Dusk is much the same, a lot of the Black Arms fruit, but also eats meat and flesh lol.

[lanaevyssmoved]

FRAY.... im sorry if youve thought of this b4 (i havent read candor's oc page yet sorry if im wrong.....) but isnt he a deva ?!?!? WITH GOD GALE NOW IN PLAY.... what if he was. deva serving under god of ambition!gale 👀

ok so candor is a solar. which is, going by the highest deva rank, 2 ranks above deva. devas can become solars if they achieve great things and Want to, as angels ascending to higher forms is a choice. the one before solar is planetar. the full Tier List of angels is

agathinon

light

deva

planetar

solar

i will tell you now picking what candor was took me weeks. i even had different ones on it's oc page. you read through my dms with aisling and null and it's me changing my mind every damn DAY. this also means that's retaining candor lore from when candor was a deva (monadic deva - to be exact). however there is a very key difference between all the angels and solar. solar choose who they serve, and are free to change their mind whenever they want. they are angels with free will.

so in terms of gold!gale, candor would have to deem gale worthy enough to serve. candor currently serves lathander, and has done for thousands of years, because it found lathander to be a god worthy of it. now - would candor leave lathander for gale? absolutely not. would candor without a god choose to server gale? absolutely not.

candor fucking despises gale. candor told afhiri that they should kill gale because he's a danger to them, and to everyone. to the balance of the universe, to the upper planes and everything that exists in this moment. candor has always found gale to be bad ^_^

so.. oh my god. gale is the god of ambition now? an extremely dangerous thing for a god to hold domain over? gale, there was a reason there was no god of ambition.

there's some hints in raphael's new ending (requires him to have been promised the crown, left alone and god gale to happen) which tell us that gale does exactly what i had already had candor assuming - that gale will bring ruin to the heavens.

candor would probably be a leader of an army charging onto gale's doorstep to behead him. ^_^ i love making ocs who oppose everything my favourite character stands for

if we were to consider an au where candor did serve god!gale..... it would not last long, and would end in candor trying to kill gale again.

would candor beat gale on a 1:1 fight? well - a god can only die in it's home plane. and a solar can only die on it's home plane. so already we're at a standstill. if candor invades gale's new plane of ambition, gale can be killed there, but gale also controls everything there so it would be extremely hard. but candor also can't die, but candor's form can be destroyed and candor will have to be reborn - and sometimes when solar's are reborn they do not come back as solars, but as aasimar and lose a great deal of their power - so candor would not want to lose. so fighting gale like this is foolish. so gale needs to be weakened. that would require a loss of followers, most likely all of them unfortunately - which could be doable if you find a way to cut off their ability to pray - but it would also take a lot of time for a god to become weak enough for what we want. so.. we have a new idea. god!gale tells us the crown of karsus is protected with all his power in his plane. if one were to get the crown and destroy it, gale would lose his godhood.. immediately. the karsus weave would be destroyed. yadada. so the real plan here would be to keep the lad distracted while other people go for the crown. so can candor beat gale in a 1:1? no, candor would need friends. but candor would also not die. ^_^

so unfortunately it would not happen. gale would need to manipulate and control candor to keep it, which is something i don't want god!gale to become. despite how clearly terrible god!gale is for everything...... but i do have a way we can make this work

afhiri ^_^ in my 3 years later fic afhiri and gale ascend together. they do it a completely different way without the crown. we're not getting into that rn. anyway

afhiri and gale would obviously serve together in the same way god!gale ends, separate gods with their own domains but they are very clearly still together, and gale would help you settle into becoming a god.

while candor would absolutely still be incredibly murderous over god!gale even if afhiri has ascended, it does put a spanner in the works. and actually becomes incredibly painful. so i've never thought past the ascension in my fic, it ends dead there and what happens next is anyones guess. ascending is the end of their story. but if we are thinking of the actual new epilogue, 6 months later not my 3 years later - what would candor do once this happens? i would assume the entire time gale has been a god candor has been campaigning to get people to side with it to go kill gale. but now afhiri has ascended?

see i can see candor serving afhiri. very easily in fact. afhiri would not send ripples across the heavens and bring ruin with something like Ambition, gods no. but can i see candor being essentially neutralised by afhiri to not kill gale? it was already neutralised once before the ascension, and candor is probably feeling a large amount of regret for not killing gale while he was mortal. i honestly don't know.

see raphael's ending does not change if you ascend too. it still talks like you haven't ascended. raph talks about after you have died all this shit will happen - so talking like you're a mortal who will die of old age. raph's ending doesn't take you into account! so completely ignoring it/adding a romance portion - could you stop gale from bringing ruin?

if you could stop gale from bringing ruin.. candor could be passified. if you couldn't? well. candor is leading the army to gale's doorstep and it will be one hell of a war ^_^

[pbear]

Yugioh OC Week Day 7: Free Day

Thought I’d include some summoning chants for each of my OCs today. Final day of @ygoc-week!

Renee Ascella

Starmight Sorciere: "Weave and dance under the night sky and cast a truly illuminating spell! Starmight Sorciere!”

Milky Way Wyvern: “The forces of an entire galaxy collide in one monster! Milky Way Wyvern, enter the atmosphere!”

Alice Ascella

Starsinger Aquarius: "A melody floods through the galaxy. Can you hear it? Can you sing it? Come out, Starsinger Aquarius!"

Lightbringer Virgo: "A million stars will never shine as bright as this! Lightbringer Virgo will light up the field like never before!"

Celestial King Leo: “Ruler of the stars, shake the very galaxy with your presence! Celestial King Leo!”

Ravyn Kusari

Thundero of the Stormy Skies: “Sovereign of the storm, come down and strike the hearts of those who oppose you!”

Midnight Rapidfire Dragon: “Valor of machine and dark of night come together and form an annihilating force!”

Midnight Unicorn: “Magic at its finest takes a majestic new form!”

Midnight Pegasus: “Wings of the night, take flight! Midnight Pegasus enters the field!”

Adira Tsuyoi

Sky Surfer - Thunderstorm: "Cracking lightning, torrential rain, fierce wind. The brewer of storms can sail through even the roughest weather!"

Cyrus Hikari

Solar Flare Dragon: “The light of power takes on a brilliant new form!”

Galactic Flare Dragon: “The light of the universe manifests itself before me! Galactic Flare Dragon!”

Kai Hikari

Mafiaran the Underworld Flame: "There is no fire like that of the underworld. Burst forth from below to incinerate those in your path! Mafiaran the Underworld Flame!"

Sunsitu the Destructive Flame: "Run rampant and set a burning trail of destruction in your path!"

Asher Kanashimi

Mech-Canine Greyhound: “Race at lightspeed and tear up the track, Mech-Canine Greyhound!”

Mech-Canine Cerberus: “Steel guardian of the underworld. Triple the teeth and triple the power. Mech-Canine Cerberus!”

[aroacemisha]

[Updated OCs & world/setting info post]

The universe these characters are in consists of our regular world and a magical realm, with travel between the two being possible, increasingly so in recent times. Some people and descendants of people originally from the regular world live in the magical realm, enough to populate at least one city.

(Here's some info about various characters)

Yevgeny "Zhenya" Tsaritsyn (he/him, she/her, it/its): early 20s, Russian, ambiamorous pan aegosexual, demiboy. ADHD.

He comes from a religious conservative family, and as a teen, he was kicked out of home when his parents found out he was queer and an atheist. Through pure luck, Lev happened to come across him and brought him to the magical realm and helped him get a place to stay, where he still lives to this day. Meanwhile, Lev has become a mentor and a father figure to him.

At one point later in life, Zhenya lost his entire left arm, which is now replaced by an advanced prosthetic. He has been working out and doing combat training for a while now, and after losing his arm he has been training both with and without the prosthetic, so if he ever has to work without it, he doesn't become lost, not knowing what to do without both arms.

He also plays bayan (a type of accordion).

Joseph "Joey" Lebedenko (he/him): early 20s, Ukrainian American, omni demisexual, cis. Autistic.

He's studying culinary arts, and he's also good at drawing. He speaks Ukrainian fairly well and loves to visit his Ukrainian grandparents. He's also Jewish, and he plays ukulele. He's friends with Zhenya.

Lev Sapozhnik (he/him): 40s (technically much older), Russian, achillean arospec asexual, trans. Autistic.

He's a powerful magic user, who was born in the mid 1920s and used to be a Soviet supersoldier known as the Red Hope (ru: Красная Надежда; translit: Krasnaya Nadezhda), mainly serving during WWII. He defected in the mid 1950s and later went missing during a storm at sea. He was presumed dead for decades, until he was found in the late 2000s in a sort of "frozen" state and then unfrozen. The reason he wasn't found sooner is because he was only searched for in the regular world, while he actually ended up in the magical realm.

In present day, he's not affiliated with any nation state in the regular world, and he lives in the magical realm. He explicitly opposes the current Russian government, which they are unhappy about, since they want him back in their military, and they don't want him to potentially inspire currently depoliticized Russians to actively oppose the government.

He's fluent in Russian, German and English, can speak some Georgian, and is learning Spanish. He also plays guitar and is skilled at drawing and sewing. He's a regular at the cafe Cyrus works at and is friends with him.

Desmond Yang (he/him): 40s, Chinese, bi, cis. ADHD.

He's a mage. He's multilingual. He's a historian and a linguist, and he's the owner of a library in the magical realm, which contains books in several languages. He has translated multiple books into other languages, and he has some original writing projects of his own. He's also friends with Lev.

Marco Gromov (he/him): 31 y/o, Russian Argentinian, bi aceflux, cis. Autistic, ADHD.

His name is technically Marcos, but he has largely dropped the 'S' at the end. He wears glasses with purple lenses. Technology and clean/renewable energy are big special interests of his, and he's currently trying to create more efficient solar panels, being quite skilled with tech. He's also dating Luna.

Luna Rosado (they/them, she/her): 30 y/o, Dominican, pan, transfem non-binary. Autistic.

They're a mage, and they're also a pretty good artist. Their special interest is astronomy, and they know how to find out what position stars and planets were in at different points in time. Another interest of theirs is plants, particularly flowers. They have a few fidget necklaces. They're also dating Marco.

Reynaldo Rosado (he/him): early to mid 50s, Dominican, aroace, cis. Autistic.

He's the father of Luna. He realized he was aroace after he and Melania already had Luna, and while they chose to get divorced, they remained friends. Luna largely stayed with him, and he's a kind and supportive father to them. He's also good at cooking.

Melania Espinosa (she/her): early to mid 50s, Dominican, straight, cis.

She's the mother of Luna. She remained in Luna's life after the divorce. She eventually got married again, and her new spouse turned out to be a trans woman. They chose to stay married, since both still found their relationship fulfilling, and she still loved her wife despite not normally being attracted to women. They have two daughters together.

Lilah Swift (she/her): late 40s/early 50s, Australian, sapphic cupiosexual, trans. Autistic, ADHD.

She's the wife of Melania, who she has two daughters with. She chose not to do voice training and has a higher masculine voice. History has always been an interest of hers, and she has a PhD in it, but in recent years she has also become interested in specifically Russian history, in part due to meeting Lev.

Samantha "Sam" Espinosa (she/her, they/them): 14-15 y/o, Dominican Australian, omni, demigirl. ADHD.

Daughter of Melania and Lilah, half-sister of Luna and older twin sister of Viv. She works out, and she likes to play fight and compete with her cousin Howie.

Viviana-Rocio "Viv" Espinosa (she/her): 14-15 y/o, Dominican Australian, sapphic, cis. Autistic.

Daughter of Melania and Lilah, half-sister of Luna and younger twin sister of Sam. Wears braces. She loves frogs and is generally interested in learning about nature.

Cyrus Swift (he/him): mid to late 50s, Australian, gay demiromantic asexual, genderqueer/genderless, intersex. Autistic, ADHD.

He's the older brother of Lilah. He can shapeshift into a cougar. He retains his sharp fangs and ability to purr even in human form. He has scars on the right side of his face and his right arm, which he got during a fight in his cougar form. He's partners with Steven and they have two children together. He works as a bartender at a café, and he sometimes performs as a drag queen.

Steven E. Burns (he/him): mid 50s, Jamaican, pan acespec, trans. Autistic.

He's Cyrus's partner. He has been living in the magical realm with Cyrus and the kids for many years. He enjoys working out and is still in good physical shape. He works as a P.E. teacher at a local school. He also plays guitar.

Kimberly Swift-Burns (she/her): 18-19 y/o, Jamaican Australian, lesbian, genderqueer. Autistic.

She's the daughter of Cyrus and Steven. Her main interests are history and literature, with her picking up the former from her aunt Lilah.

Howard "Howie" Swift-Burns (he/him): 16 y/o, Jamaican Australian, achillean aroacespec, cis. Autistic.

He's the son of Cyrus and Steven. He has an interest in mechanical engineering and tech. He works out and is practicing hand-to-hand combat. He also plays guitar, having learned it from Steven.

Melissa "Missy" Ito (they/them): 28 y/o, Japanese American, bi, genderqueer, intersex.

They're a journalist working for a reputable small to mid size left-leaning outlet, and they are also a good photographer. They have interviewed both Lev and Marco before.

Harley Fisher (they/them, ze/zir): early to mid 20s, Canadian, aromantic bisexual, transmasc genderfluid.

They're a small to mid size streamer, mainly streaming video games. They're also Jewish.

Andreas Marinos (he/him): 31 y/o, Greek, ambiamorous gay, cis.

He can transform into a mermaid, and he has water powers (hydrokinesis), as well as magical singing. He has a passion for theater and is himself an actor/performer. He's also dating Lorenzo and Ozan.

Lorenzo D'Amore (he/him): 30 y/o, Italian American, polyamorous omni, cis.

He's fluent in both English and Italian. He's a singer and theater actor/performer, working alongside his boyfriends Andreas and Ozan. He also plays the saxophone, and he's into 70s fashion.

Ozan Yilmaz (he/him): 31 y/o, Turkish, polyamorous gay, cis.

He's mainly a DJ and generally works with sound equipment, though he is also a singer and theater actor/performer. He works alongside his boyfriends Andreas and Lorenzo. He's a lover of light up shoes and tacky colorful clothes.

Brenda O'Connor (she/her): 50s, British, aromantic, cis.

She has healing powers. She's also a highly skilled surgeon, specializing in several kinds of surgery. She was the one who performed Lev's top surgery.

[This post may be updated later]

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

Doing that little list of what’s fine with expressing attraction to Solar made me wanna do this too

Guideline to making character relationships with CV Solar in AUs. CV Solar is a fnaf OC that’s been around for two years with no canon relation to SAMS.

Prefacing this with no romantic relationships. He doesn’t feel romantic attraction and wouldn’t want to be in a romantic relationship.

Queerplatonic relationships can be fine but must be talked about with me before you make that relationship so we can figure out the actual terms they are in with that relationship.

He will only ever have platonic or familial relationships with versions of Sun, Moon, and CV Lunar. Those are his canonical siblings in CV, and even if they aren’t versions of CV Sun and Moon I’m not comfortable with anything beyond familial/platonic even though he’s not inherently related to every Sun and Moon.

Versions of Glamrock animatronics - platonic/familial or qpr all allowed

SAMS/SB Shows Characters (Excluding versions of Sun and Moon) - fine for platonic/familial, along with queerplatonic as long as he doesn’t see the character’s canon relatives in a familial way in the AU

OCs - Platonic and Familial are allowed. Depends on the OC and would take a bit to convince me but I’m not like. Super opposed to an AU of him being in a qpr with one

[searchie]

I'm Tumblring out! So uhhhh. Here's Aster Nothyp, main character of ColdR, my main OC universe. She's a science prodigy - her specialty being solar energy - that rose to prominence after her invention of Hard Light - in her universe, essentially frozen light, but, afraid of it ending up in the hands of people like the police, keeps it to herself. She originally made it for utility and protection purposes.

Aster effectively has a strong passion for nature. Through her early life, her family would often go on camping trips, and she had a passion for bug catching, which let her to meet her eventual girlfriend, Coralde, who you'll probably hear more of in the future. However, her homeland of Alberta is filled with polluting companies, in particular the Clua Sectors and Scripte Sectors, which she's strongly opposed to.

So it should come as no surprise that she and Coralde would eventually decide it's time to take down the Sectors... and that's how the story of ColdR begins.

[monkiestitches]

YESSIRRR

Btw his name is SolarSpark and he started off in my head as a sorta joke kid just so I could make a child of divorce...Never make a fankid as a joke, guys, it always ends up no longer being a joke:,)

Figured I may as well use this post to give some info about the lil dude, so @sealightblue you're in luck especially!

So, here you go! Information about SolarSpark below:)

- His first name was KillSpark, which we admitted was edgy but also super cool. But my friend here helped me realise real quick how that name basically made him sound like a child murderer in mech terms. So from there, we came up with SolarSpark!

- He was made/'born' just sometime before everything went down, back when his parents were still known as Orion Pax and D-16(yes this is us taking segments of Transformers One, I haven't gotten that far into EarthSpark yet to know if they have their own backstory there as well).

- When the war happened, Optimus would eventually decide that for both his safety and so he wouldn't see his father (Megatron) like in the state he was, Optimus thought it would be a safer option to leave SolarSpark within a survival camp away from the war. This would come at the price of them developing a strained relationship as Solar would begin to see an outsides perspective of the damage his fathers conflicts were causing to those who weren't/couldnt fight in the war.

- SolarSpark would begin to make his first major step when the original leader of the camp would disappear/abruptly die, leaving the group to scramble for a new head and SolarSpark, feeling as if he owed the responsibility of shielding as many as he could from his fathers' conflict, would step up to the role fairly young, being in his late teens/young adulthood in cybertronian terms, basically. The camp would eventually becoming sort of a rebellion, one that opposed the conflict between Autobots and Decepticons and would allow those on either faction to seek refuge and aid from. I haven't come up with a name for this rebellion yet!

- Though I haven't figured out how yet exactly, Solar does eventually regain enough of a connection with Optimus - though still heavily strained, he also ends up becoming acquainted with the beloved Scout; Bumblebee!

- To describe their relationship? Well...Basically think Megop 2.0, just minus the tragic following out...Kinda.

- This is about the comic above! But yeah, basically after the portal exploded, SolarSpark would indeed survive - but would come to the belief that his fathers and Bumblebee had passed as well admist the conflict, as if that wasn't bad enough; many of his own rebellion had been killed in the conflict, only a handful remaining, a handful that looked to him for guidance in the moment. Form there, he would rebuild the rebellion from what remained, forming a new hideout for them to hide in - especially when G.H.O.S.T started becoming a problem. Don't worry, he does eventually find BumbleBee and his fathers again who, needless to say, are also surprised about his survival:)

- He has a right hand in command named Starstripe! An oc my buddy here came up with:3

So yeah! That's what I've got for anyone who is curious! Transformers has defs gotten me in a drawing mood with how I been tryna draw these guys, so you may be seeing some drawings of this guy at some point! But don't get ya hopes up-

But yeah! Sorry that this took so long to come out, but I hope y'all love him as much as me friend have come to:)

made a miny comic with my friends transformers oc and megman

Context below//

For context : Megop son alleged to be killed after the portal to cybertron was destroyed because he had disappeared. So this is the crap that my lovely brain conjured up

OC Belongs to : @monkiestitches

[cultofeclipse0]

Well, I made a jujutsu kaisen OC because my autistic ass has a strong grip on this series so this special interest isn’t dying anytime soon.

Now I just made this OC yesterday, so I don’t have all their abilities quite down yet but the lore is there. I have a quite good bit of lore but i’m not gonna put all the lore down because it will be quite long as it already is. This is also somewhat of a self insert oc. Let me know what y’all think.

WARNING! This may contain spoilers for Shibuya Arc. And the post is a bit long

Name: Solaris

Age: 28

Age in Hidden Inventory: 16

Age in JJK 0: 27

Occupation: Independent Sorcerer/Upcoming Clan Leader

Birthday: November 7th 1990

Grade: Special Grade

Curse Technique: Eclipsed Twins

Shikigamis: She has two shikigamis names Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. They never meet until there’s an eclipse.

Relations: Geto’s ex wife (when he was executed), Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba’s adoptive mother, and unnamed son’s birth mother

Appearance: I don’t have much as for clothing and styles, but for physical features, she’s blasian, 6’1, long straight black hair, has heterochromia so one eye is silver gray shines like the moon and the other is yellow red mixed shine like the sun, and have slim build. She also has dot like eyebrows.

Personality: Reserved, Morally Gray, Determined, caring (very limited though), pragmatic, but can loosen up as much with Gojo and Geto.

Her Lineage history: Two of the opposing sides that were the children of Tsukuyomi and children of Amaterasu. There would be people in the clan that would secretly have romantic relationships together but could never have a child because the hatred is so strong that on the day of birth, the child will immediately die. The clans would have their own shikigamis and curse techniques, but they disbanded and decreased in numbers because they kept trying to kill eachother and people would run away and hide. Now into the modern world, there is only but a handful of descendants of the clan that would actually know remember any history of the clan due to hidden journals and artifacts.

Backstory: Solaris’s father met her mother. Her mother remembers the history of the clan like the father, but they both hold no grudges because they don’t really care for it. Sooner or later, they got married, but her father thought of an idea. What if they can somehow in some way give birth to a child on the day of a solaris eclipse? Her mother thought that would be a crazy idea to try and experiment with this, but she does go through with it after some convincing. He promises that if the child dies during the eclipse, they will not attempt to have a kid again. But when Solaris was born during the solar eclipse, she lives. 5 years later, they’re raising Solaris until a member of the old Tsukuyomi clan came a murdered them both for treason on mixing bloods and creating a taboo. The member was about to kill Solaris on the spot but she ran away and ran, because she saw them getting murdered. She kept running because she knew she was getting hunted constantly. At the orphanage , she thought she was safe until that same person who killed her parents found her and tried to kill her again. At that moment, her cursed abilities manifested out of fear and killed the clan member with gravitational pull crushing them to death. Luckily, she was outdoors and the body fell in a lake and floated away. Her curse technique manifested in the orphanage and thus spent more time with the shikigami. There were lots of rumors about her since most of the children can’t see curses especially shikigami. But there was one special case when one kid in the orphanage got extremely scared of Eclipse and the shikigami she was talking to. The next day, the kid disappeared. That kid honestly ran away, but that shit really created wayyy more rumors and problems for Eclipse to where it resolved to her never getting adopted.

Entry to Jujutsu High: It was only until she was 14, things really started to shift. There was a murder in the orphanage that couldn’t be explained by simple facts and logistics so this went to the higher ups and soon got sent to Yaga, and thus the mission got sent to Gojo and Geto, because the victim’s death wasn’t normal. They were crushed to death but nothing fell on them. They investigated the area and sensed a huge amount of cursed energy. They looked around the orphanage and sensed it all coming from Solaris. Then they found the shikigami next to her. Gojo and Geto introduced themselves, but they also questioned if she actually did it. Solaris did tell them it was her but she did it in self defense. The woman was about to kill her because she couldn’t stand looking at her anymore. That’s when she acted in self-defense. Gojo says “For a murderer, you’re awfully compliant”. Solaris says “Do I have a reason not to be? Everyone already pointed at me saying that I did it. You’re gonna kill me anyway”. Gojo and Geto got caught right there, but Geto whispered to him and solution that they can possibly do. They can bring her to their teacher and see if there is anything else they can do instead of killing her. It sounded like a good plan but they still need to investigate some more. Gojo asked if she can see her abilities. Solaris says that she can but she can’t show them all. Some of her abilities she can’t even use at all during the day time. This makes Gojo and Geto scratch their heads a bit but now they learned that her abilities depend on the sun and moon. She shows her the gravitational pull technique on a can but it wasn’t as strong as it would be in the day time. Night time rolls around, then Geto and Gojo’s eyes widen when they saw a different shikigami. Solaris smiled at the Moon shikigami and asked “Hey, did you miss me” as she hugged the moon shikigami. Now they realized she possesses two shikigamis. She shows her moon techniques but then they showed her what they really needed to see. When she used gravitational, they used a can again but this time, the can crushed itself into the ground making a hole. Now she’s become even more interesting and possibly useful to Geto and Gojo. So she grabbed her things and went off with them. Once she met their teacher Masamichi, and spent some time with him explaining her techniques and studying her, he convinced the higher ups that she can possibly be useful as she is a special case due to her family lineage and that hasn’t been seen before in jujutsu history. They allowed her to live as it is self defense, but if she doesn’t prove to be of use, she will be executed. And that’s how she went into jujutsu high.

Welp, that’s all I have for now! Sorry that I don’t have much for her technique or a good explanation, but I already know that I have a lot right now. Also i don’t have art because i’m not an artist nor do i have the money to commission 😭

[tihvinsky]

SOLAR OPPOSITES OCS.

idk what do you think about it, but I like

(these ocs were invented by me and my best friend)

@lotusmessanger

okay, why not add facts?

Nevian- engineer/scientist of the team. Even if he seems kinda severe, he acts very cheerful, often smiles without a reason. Afraid of Pupa, beavers, and sleeping alone. Uses human cosmetics to look "brutally"(black eyeshadows😈). VERY forgetful, so Korvion perfectly completes him. Has a large lip scarp. Loves his robe, alien husband, cocain, hang out with replicants and Schweppes.

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Korvion -korvi is a teamlider, as well he's expert by pupa and Nevi's husband . He likes chocolate drinks. As a leader responsible but fearful. (often stumbles over the carpet) most of all he is afraid of Randall, which often bullies him.

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Yura - Korvion's replicant. Emo that loves no one but pain and sadness. he is a member of the Satanist Club and often conducts rituals himself. loves basement.

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Rendall- Nevian’s replicant, team protector. Always acts lordly and supercilious, speaks sharp and kinda evil. Won’t miss the chance to taunt Korvi. Likes T-Shirts with gross prints, and do illegal stuff(Jeez, where Nevian hides cocaine…?). Has a mechanised eye. Smiles 24/7

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[baelonthebrave]

'til queendom come, ch. 2

[masterlist] [Ao3] [playlist]

aemond targaryen x targaryen oc

wordcount: 4,944

summary: the prince and the lady had loved each other since childhood, and it was plain for all to see. But what had drawn them to each other in the first place - their valour and virtue - threatened to tear them apart as they found themselves on opposing sides of a cruel war.

warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-typical incest, abusive parent/child relationship, nsfw/18+ in later chapters

a/n: all likes, reblogs, replies, tags, asks are massively appreciated and fuel me to keep writing <3

The Queen’s solar had the gloom of an autumn morning and a fire crackling in the grate, spreading warmth and light to the younger members of House Targaryen as they waited for their teachers. The septa assigned to Princess Helaena and Lady Visenya had been late in arriving that morning - some business with the High Septon that required her attention - so the small Princess and the smaller Lady had instead sprawled out on the rug before the hearth. Tossed to one side were their copies of the Seven Pointed Star for their religious studies, and instead they turned their interest to books they’d pulled off of the shelves around them. “Sena, are you frightened of spiders?” The elder of the two girls asked.

Lady Visenya raised her head from where she was studying a chapter on honeybees. “No, I don’t think so. They are gentle enough if you leave them be. Like dragons.”

“Dragons? Gentle?” Helaena seemed puzzled, but more curious than dismissive. She did not avert her gaze from where she was tracing an illustration of an inky black, long-legged spider.

“Well, yes. Everyone thinks them feral and violent, but all they really want is to be left in peace,” the younger girl frowned. “Like Grey Ghost. He only gets tricky when the dragonkeepers won’t leave him be.”

Helaena nodded thoughtfully. “But he is not tricky with you? Like Dreamfyre is gentle to me.”

“Yes,” Sena said, “perhaps, it’s like… family. When the King or Queen gives you a hug or a kiss, it feels… nice. But when it’s some hoary old great aunt thrice removed, it’s rather vile.”

Helaena covered her giggle with a hand. “Sena!” She scolded, but the girls bowed their heads together and laughed anyway.

The sound of their laughter was the final straw for their fellow student, who sat at a desk under the window. “What are you two whispering about?” It was a rare occasion for Prince Aemond to be drawn out of his books, but he was glowering at them now over the top of his massive tome on dragonlore.

“Nothing!” Sena said as Helaena continued to giggle. “It’s a secret, a girl’s secret.”

Aemond rolled his eyes as though he could not think of anything more ridiculous. “Well, if you wish it to stay a secret, you might lower your voice,” he grumbled.

Helaena laughed at that, “Sena, perhaps we should write our secrets down in code! Then we can write secret letters to each other, and the septa and mother and stinky princes won’t be able to read them.”

“That is genius! Oh wait, where was it-“ the younger girl reached to grab a different volume from her small stack of stolen books. “I actually read something the other night about an invisible ink. We could write to each other with it and only the other will know how to make it appear!”

That finally piqued the interest of the boy prince. “Invisible ink?” He said, “How?”

Sena turned to scowl at him, her mess of dark curls looking distinctly unbrushed. “It’s not going to be a secret if we tell you, Aemond,” she pointed out.

He could not argue with the logic, but he also could not hold his curiosity at bay. He looked down at the book before him, an ancient tome in High Valyrian that told tales of their true home and the vast creatures that had ruled its skies. “I’ll trade you,” he said, faster than he could formulate the thought. Sena made no secret of how boring she found the studies her Septa gave her - womanly studies of needlework and piety, niceties and platitudes. She always had impertinent questions and complaints, or slipped in to Aegon and Aemond’s lectures on history or statesmanship instead. And she was always first out the door when it was time to put down the books and head to the training yard. She is a Visenya, indeed, the maester would mutter. Like her wretch of a father, Aemond had overheard the septa cursing after Sena had slashed at her needlework with a dagger when she was too frustrated to fix her shoddy stitches.

Sena paused, her violet eyes darting between Aemond and the book before him. “What have you got?” She asked in a lilting, curious tone.

That made Aemond grin. Girls were so predictable. He pushed back his chair with a scrape and heaved the book off the table. “It’s about the dragons of Old Valyria - it has illustrations and everything!” He said excitedly.

“Well, come on then!” Sena insisted, patting the space on the carpet between her and Helaena, who was nodding eagerly.

And that was how the Queen found them hours later, trading drawings of dragons for secret ink recipes. Helaena became particularly enamoured with an illustration and description of a dragon with an elongated neck, and Sena liked the vivid depictions of the sowings, where young Valyrians of high houses would take to the dragon pits, risking life and limb to claim their mount. The Queen let out an exasperated sigh from the doorway, taking in her middle children and her husband’s ward, sprawled on the rug. “Have we done much learning this morning, then?” The children all startled satisfyingly enough for the Queen, who tried to hide her amusement behind a frown. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Mother, we were learning about dragons!” Helaena said quickly. “It is important, we are dragonriders after all!” She seemed to realise what she had said a moment later, watching Aemond’s face fall. “Or we will be.”

Alicent watched her sweet boy’s expression go serious and hastily changed the subject. “So when neither your septa nor your maester appeared for your lessons, did it occur to any of you to come find me?”

The children all shared a look that said they had thought of it but had deemed it unnecessary. The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger and sighed, the portrait of an exasperated mother. First, she’d had to deal with Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin exchanging wistful glances in the King’s audience this morning, now her own children and niece were in open rebellion. “Right, well, you’d best be off to your afternoon classes then. Aemond, to the training yard. Girls, I will escort you to your needlework and ensure your septa is on time.”

“But-“ Sena began.

“Sweet Sena, we’ve had this conversation many times before, and I do not know how to explain it to you in a way you will understand, but it is not my jurisdiction whether you play at swords or stitching,” she said, exasperated but not unkind. “Now, off you go,” she said, and shepherded them on their way. 

Part of her felt for the girl, truly. Over the years, Queen Alicent had become protective of Daemon’s castoff, as she was the first child other than her brothers that Princess Helaena had shown any true interest in. They might not have much in common - Visenya was more a child of action where Helaena was more given to contemplation - but there was a mutual understanding between the two girls of what it was to be an outsider amongst the other young girls of the court. Helaena liked how straightforward Sena was, how she said what she meant, but also how kind she was, never casting judgement on someone for the crime of being a little bit different. And Sena in turn was deeply protective of Helaena. It seemed she almost compulsively leapt to the defence of the underdog. 

It was a trait that Alicent sometimes observed Sena extending to Aemond, as well. Her middle son was a more thoughtful and sensitive boy than her eldest, which often caused the other boys - her own Aegon and the so-called Velaryons - to be cruel to him. But Sena had little patience for it. It was the willingness of the little girl to bite back against a future king and put him in his place that had first made Alicent see her as a potential future queen. A marriage that would bring Prince Daemon to their cause and make Prince Aegon fall in line - two birds with one stone, as the saying went. It was something Alicent had spent long evenings musing over with her father when he visited the capital. But it would all be for nought if Daemon continued to sojourn himself on the other side of the world.

Nevertheless, Alicent resolved to keep the girl close. Sena’s mornings were spent with Helaena and Aemond in the Queen’s solar for their lessons - Aegon would join them too when he hadn’t been drinking too heavily at supper the night before. In the afternoons, the boys would take to the training yard with their Velaryon cousins and the girls would be sent to the sept to say their prayers and practice their needlework. Lady Visenya would sneak in to sword practice when she could, and the King was loathe to scold her for it. House Targaryen had a long and proud history of able swordswomen after all, and the girl had been allowed to train as she wished in her years at Runestone and Dragonstone. However, many of the lords and knights of the court did find it unsightly, and Sena was often confined to needlework with Princess Helaena and practicing swordplay by herself with a stolen training dummy.

The women of her house had sympathy for her, however, and that day in particular, Princess Rhaenyra took pity on her as she watched her dragging her feet behind Helaena, on the way to the sept. “Lady Visenya,” she said, bringing the girls to a halt. “I will be spending the afternoon checking my household’s ledgers, but I’m afraid the books are too heavy and too high on the shelves for me to lift in my condition,” she said, resting her hands on the bump under her skirts. “Do you think you could excuse yourself from your lessons to help your cousin?”

There was no mistaking the glee on the girl’s face, like sunshine breaking through the clouds. She looked to Princess Helaena and said, “Could you tell the Septa?”

“I’ll miss you…” Helaena said quietly, but then gave a nod. “See you at supper?”

Sena gave an eager nod and then followed her elder cousin back up the hallway with a spring in her step. 

Princess Rhaenyra had a longstanding fondness for girls with fire in their veins, and she doted on Sena when she could, wishing the gods would give her a daughter sooner rather than later. Maybe this time, she thought as her baby managed a well-timed kick. She grimaced.

Sena paused where she was currently on a step ladder, pulling heavy, leather-bound ledgers from the shelves. “Are you alright, Princess?” she asked. “Does it hurt?”

“No, little one,” Rhaenyra said with a soft smile. “The baby just gave me a little nudge, is all.”

Sena carried the books down the ladder with her, clutched to her chest, and laid them on the table in front of the Princess. “Is it not scary, Princess? Having a whole baby inside of you?” She asked quietly, her eyes transfixed on Rhaenyra’s tummy.

Slowly, so as not to spook her, she reached out and took Sena’s hand in hers, and pressed it to her belly, hoping she might feel the little kick-kick. This was Rhaenyra’s third child, and she liked to think she was past the fear of it all now, after Jace and Luke were born big and strong. But the fear never truly went away, and she knew the petrified look on the little girl’s face, felt it every time she thought about her own mother. “It is scary, my lady. I won’t lie to you, I was scared too when I was your age. But it is also wondrous. To make life inside of us… it makes us like goddesses, does it not? To be ladies of House Targaryen, to ride dragons and birth dragonriders, makes us closer to godliness than any other living being. And you will have your own line to continue one day, my Lady of Runestone.”

In private, Rhaenyra would promise the young lady what was hers by right and what had been taken from her on account of her sex. When the girl’s lady mother had died, Prince Daemon had been told in no uncertain terms that he was not welcome in the Vale of Arryn, and House Royce had been reticent to see their seat pass to a girl of Daemon Targaryen’s blood, looks and name. And so another woman was denied her birthright because of what was between her legs. But it would not be so when Rhaenyra was Queen. Sena would have what she was born to.

Sena looked up, and held Rhaenyra’s gaze with glassy eyes. To hear herself called the Lady of Runestone made the young girl’s heart sing, a sense of belonging she had never felt before filling her. For the simple kindness, she had much love for her elder cousin. “Will you be there when it happens, Princess? Can you hold my hand?” She asked in a tremulous voice. She had heard Rhaenyra’s screams echoing through the halls of the Red Keep the day Lucerys was born.

Rhaenyra smiled and smoothed back the girl’s wild hair. “Your lord husband will be there, holding your hand, my lady,” she said, thinking of the way Ser Harwin had refused to leave the room and mopped her brow when Jacaerys and Lucerys came. “But yes. I will be there for you too, if you wish.”

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The only lessons the children took altogether were in the Dragonpit, practicing commanding their dragons. None of the children could rival the command that Princess Helaena had over her own Dreamfyre as they took to the sky together, a singular bond and loyalty between them that was unusual even amongst dragonriders. So the rest were kept to the earth for the time being, practicing commanding their beasts until the dragonkeepers were satisfied they would not be thrown to their deaths at first flight. Prince Aegon had age on his side and had formed a steady bond with his Sunfyre, which he was quite happy to gloat about to all who would listen. Jacaerys and Lucerys in turn were steadily forming their bonds to their hatchlings, not yet large enough to ride. And Sena had the unenviable task of convincing a wild dragon to bend to her will. “Ao geron iā qopsa geralbar” the dragonkeepers told her, you walk a difficult road.

As for Aemond, he spent much of his time simply observing - or rather, sulking. There was no dragon unclaimed in King’s Landing and, try as they might, the eggs they incubated had not yielded any hatchlings. His mother, father, Ser Criston Cole, the dragonkeepers, the maesters, Helaena and Sena would all tell him that his time would come, but it was of little comfort to the dragon prince without a dragon.

So it was little wonder that when the boy’s brother and nephews took it on themselves to play a cruel prank on him, Aemond had been more than willing, almost desperate to believe that a dragon had been found for him. The sight of the snorting and snuffling Pink Dread had made him go hot with shame and he fled.

“Hey,” barked Sena Targaryen, “Leave him alone! Pathetic, stupid boys- Aemond, wait!”

But Aemond did not wait, instead racing into the caverns below the Dragonpit to hide his shame from the others. The laughter from the other boys haunted his steps as he ran, but Sena’s steps echoed after him.

“Aemond!” She called, her shorter legs causing her to lag behind.

Aemond’s cheeks were wet with tears, his chest heaving when he eventually gave in. He stopped and turned back so suddenly that Sena nearly crashed into him, her own small chest struggling to drag in enough air. “What?” He snapped at her, grateful for the dark caverns hiding his wet cheeks.

Sena just looked at him for a second, struggling for breath and for words. Instead, she gazed around her, getting her bearings, and then beckoned for Aemond to follow her. For a moment, he considered refusing, but then the vastness and danger of the place he was in seeped past his fury, and he knew it was wiser to stay with her. Sena had knowledge of this place, after all, as it housed her own dragon. She and Helaena faithfully came every sundown to see that their dragons were fed and sated.

It was to Grey Ghost’s haunt that Sena took him now. A sharp left, a long corridor, and then a slight incline, the only light coming from a shaft in the cavern roof. She stuck out her arm to stop Aemond from going any further forward and it was just as well, as he heard a pebble he disturbed bouncing down into a gulf before him. “Careful,” she whispered, then turned back to the vastness before them.

“Grey Ghost!” Sena called into the darkness. There was an ominous thud of a clawed foot hitting rock. But the most illusive of the dragons seemed to recognise his master’s voice, as there was no sudden and searing death for Aemond. “Grey Ghost, dohaeris,” Sena said, and the dragon growled a low, tremulous sound in response. There was the sound of scraping metal as Sena reached off to the left and pulled something to her side. “It’s just a torch,” she murmured to Aemond, and then turned back to her dragon who was skulking in the dark. “Dohaeris, Grey Ghost, ōños,” she said.

The word was faintly familiar to Aemond, but the meaning did not occur to him until there was a blast of silver flame spiralling directly towards the two children. Light, it meant light. He let out a sharp sound - not a scream - and grabbed at Sena, attempting to pull her back, but the girl stood firm. The silver flame hit the torch in her hand and a yellow fire sprang to life on its head. Aemond had to squint to protect his eyes from the sudden glare of light, but he could see Sena smiling broadly. “Kirimvose,” she called to her dragon, thank you. The reclusive dragon growled its assent.

“You could have warned me,” Aemond ground out, his heart still leaping in his chest.

Sena only snorted, “and miss the chance to hear you scream like a maiden?”

Aemond huffed indignantly. “I did not scream.”

“Mhm,” was all Sena said, still grinning widely, and put the torch back in the brazier to the left of the entrance. Then, she set herself down on the edge of the precipice that fell into Grey Ghost’s enclosure, and patted the spot next to her. Aemond begrudgingly sat down next to her.

“My egg did not hatch,” Sena said, almost speaking to herself. “When I was born, my father brought an egg from the Dragonmont for me. The maester said it did not hatch because the sea journey from Dragonstone to the Vale was too rough and cold, and the egg was dead on arrival. But I always thought it meant I was no true Targaryen. What other reason could there be, after all, for my hair being brown and my father ignoring me? I wasn’t a true Targaryen, and I wasn’t a dragonrider.”

Aemond watched her uncertainly. He’d always liked the dark of her hair and her eyes. There was a depth there that was absent in his own white hair and softer, lavender eyes, something hidden and shifting. “You are a dragonrider, though. It worked out alright in the end,” he said, rubbing at the remaining dampness in his eyes.

“I didn’t know that. Not for a long time,” she said, watching the faint shadow of the ghostly dragon set itself down to sleep at the far end of the cavern, sometimes turning his shivering pale eyes on his master and her companion. It was known that Grey Ghost had poor sight for a dragon, his eyes gone as milky pale as his underbelly after so long spent in the dark recesses of Dragonstone’s sea caves. “What are you afraid of, Aemond? What does not having a dragon mean to you?”

He turned his customary scowl on her. Why were they even having this conversation? An insipid girl, his sister’s silly friend, enquiring about his deepest thoughts and feelings. But yet… was she the first person to ever even ask him such a thing? It was strange, the way someone even just wanting to know and thinking to ask was a balm to his wounded pride. “Same as you, I guess,” he muttered. “I’m no man, no Targaryen without a dragon. My father is a king and rode the last dragon that hatched in Valyria. Your father warred on the Stepstones with his. My brothers both hatched their dragons as babes, and Dreamfyre may not have been hatched to Helaena, but she might as well have been for how closely they are bonded. They - my half-sister, her husband and my nephews, are all dragonriders. What am I, what place do I have in this family, in… in what is to come, if I do not ride a dragon?”

Sena frowned at him. In what was to come? Perhaps he just meant his future, as a prince of the realm. Or perhaps… there was a heavy undercurrent of tension in their family that seemed to dog their every moment and Sena did her best to ignore. She might have been a child, might have been new to the intrigue of the court, but she would have to be blind and deaf not to sense the thickness in the air between the Princess and the Queen. “You will, Aemond. As sure as the sun sets and rises, you were meant to be a dragonrider. Helaena says so, and everything Helaena says is true,” she said with a grin. “You just… have to be patient. Maybe it is just that you were meant for greater things than a hatchling. You’re braver than Aegon, smarter than Jace and Luke. You think further ahead and more like the adults do than any of us. If you don’t believe me, we’ll go to your father’s library if we must and find a book on our house and their dragons. The great men of this family ride great dragons,” she said with a lilt in her voice, nudging her shoulder against Aemond’s.

It brought a small flicker of a smile to the boy’s lips. “You truly think so?”

“I know so,” she said, deep eyes meeting his light ones. “And your idiot brother and nephews reek of boys who have never had to earn anything.” 

Aemond laughed at that. “And what have we had to earn, my lady? We live in castles and dress in silks.” 

Sena looked at him as if it was obvious. “Love,” she said simply, “no one gave it to us freely, did they?”

The answer stunned Aemond. For a second, he didn’t know what to say. He just… thought, watching the brazier flicker in the darkness, casting long shadows on the cavern and on Sena’s features. His father and grandfather had never looked his way for more than a second, it was true, and Aegon had the capacity for brotherly love of a fish on land. Even his mother had spent much of his childhood distant, sometimes seemingly locked in a prison of her own creation. It hadn’t been until he was old enough to chew out Aegon and fend for Helaena that she’d seemed to take much note of him. But then- “that’s not true,” he said, “Helaena has always loved us freely.”

Sena looked a little ashamed for a second, but then broke into a smile at the thought of her gentle cousin. “You’re right, of course. How silly of me. Gods, don’t tell her I said that-“

“I know what you mean, though. Absent mothers, vacant fathers… are you truly as lonely as I am, Sena?” He felt a fool for not realising it sooner.

“No, not now,” she said, placating him with a smile. “Now I have Helaena, and you, of course, and your mother and Princess Rhaenyra. But yes, there were times… times before Grey Ghost,” she said, her eyes falling onto the distant shadow of her dragon, “where I felt so alone I thought I might be invisible.”

Aemond swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. They were more alike than he realised, then. Was that what had brought her to that desolate cave outside a fishing town? Chasing after tales of a lonely dragon without a friend in the world? Part of her words however made his stomach twist. Your mother and Princess Rhaenyra. “Sena, I must tell you…” he said, the words leaving his mouth before he thought to speak them. His mind drifted to conversations overheard between his mother and grandfather when they both thought him asleep. One of their many plots before the burning hearth.

“Aemond?” She asked, her gaze catching on the graveness of his expression.

“I don’t tell you this to hurt you,” he said, reaching across the space between them and taking one of her hands in his, “it’s important that you know that. I’m telling you this because… you are kind, Sena, but you are too gentle, too trusting.” Maybe because of the absent mother, the distant father, the girl would take whatever love was given to her without inspecting it too closely. Sena watched his expression, puzzled. “My half-sister, Princess Rhaenyra… she’s trying to buy you, Sena. Buy your loyalty. They’re both- the Princess and the Queen, they’re both courting their allies. The dragons and friends and where the loyalties lie. They both want you and Grey Ghost, but mostly, I think they want your father. He will be important.” Aemond got the sense of his uncle that he was not so much a man you wanted as a friend but a man you definitely didn’t want as an enemy.

“I- my father?“ Sena’s voice caught in her throat. Her palm was sweating in Aemond’s, and she gripped him. “What are you saying?”

This was a betrayal of his mother’s trust in him. He knew that, but what was he supposed to do? Let this girl who had never missed a chance to speak up for him walk blindly into either of the traps laid for her? There was no question that she had to get smarter and sharper and she had to do it fast - their years of childish innocence were numbered. King’s Landing was a nest of vipers and he was not his grandfather, he would not guide her hand from the shadows. She deserved better than that.

Maybe he could give her the first strike on the whetstone, then? The first blow with which to sharpen herself? “Sena, I overheard my mother and my grandfather speaking. Princess Rhaenyra means to buy you with Runestone. She knows your birthright will buy your loyalty, and the incomes may go a long way to buying your father’s. And my- my mother, the Queen, means to betroth you to Aegon. She thinks if she makes you Queen, that will bring your father onside.”

Sena’s face twisted into a horrified expression at that. “Aegon is vile-“

“But he will be King,” Aemond said with cold certainty. 

She was bewildered. “Rhaenyra is next in line, then Jace, then his children, Aemond. You know this.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Aegon will be King,” Aemond insisted. “Think about it. Do you truly think my mother and grandfather will stand by and let Princess Rhaenyra and her bastards take Aegon’s birthright?”

“Aemond, what are you talking of?”

He gave her an imploring look. “Rhaenyra’s sons are not the sons of Laenor Velaryon, Sena.”

“How? How could they not be? They are married-“

Aemond looked at her, aghast. Did she truly not know? “Gods, Sena, I knew you to be mad, going around mounting wild dragons, but I did not take you for a fool too.”

Sena’s eyes flashed at him, a flicker of anger painted on her fine features and the flush of embarrassment rising in her cheeks. “Watch your tongue, Aemond.”

“Open your eyes, Sena,” he bit back, his jaw set. “My father is not a well man. This will all be upon us before the next summer comes. And we need to be ready when it does.”

She ground her teeth together and seethed, clearly still not happy with him, but she at least seemed to be listening. “So your mother means to wed me to your brother? Make me Queen?”

Aemond looked down at where their hands were still joined and his stomach rolled. “You would make a good queen, in time. A fair one.”

“I don’t want to be Aegon’s queen,” she snapped, glaring down into her lap at their fingers knotted together. Her certainty, her virulent rejection of his brother made something strange wake inside of him, but he was old enough now to know that nothing was as simple as that.

Unless… unless it could be? Unless they could make allies of each other and find a way to work together, change how they were being shunted around the board by their parents?

He gave her hand a squeeze, and she brought her gaze back to him. “If you don’t want to be his queen, then learn to play,” he told her, “and change the game.”

[gallusrostromegalus]

So apparently I have a love of late-90's to early 10's Shonen Jump Series, because the terrible management practices there create stories that are roughed up and poked through with structural holes that my brain enjoys the shape of, like how coral likes to colonize old sunken battleships because the texture of the iron is right for it. Except instead of covering it over, Imagine if the coral entirely re-structured the battleship into a solar-powered mobile reef and also brought back Liopleurodon, because that's what I do to the shambles of a plot and That One Character The Author Did Dirty.

I'm doing it to Yu-Gi-Oh (On God, I'm still writing TPOFATGIF. I wrote 10K of it last week! I'm just not at a good update point and life keeps happening).

There's 50k of Naruto fic lurking in my drafts folder that I occasionally take out and jiggle for fun but it never wants to coagulate into something beyond a handful of emotionally wrought scenes.

In a few years, I will probably be doing it to BNHA, because it's got the same kind of editorial shrapnel holes in it, and I thought of a Very Funny OC.

...But right now, I'm doing it to Bleach.

To be clear, I love Bleach. It was the first series i wrote fanfic for, back in 2009. You're not going to see that fic directly, because I'm butchering it for spare parts to use in AEIWAM, but if you get 00's vibes from it, that's where they're coming from.

Anyway, I got back into Bleach because I underwent surgery back in January and the anesthesia did something weird but so far net positive to my brain, and I recovered a bunch of memories that I had previously lost to dengue fever resurfaced. Perhaps I should have more organs removed.

Anyway, I also was preparing to move, and re-discovered my copy of beloved children's book Seven Blind Mice, by Ed Young. Here's a PDF of the whole book for you to enjoy.

Which got me thinking about my favorite character ever to get done dirty by an author, Kaname Tousen.

Which induced a post-anesthesia manic writing spree and now there's a 100K word outline that is a full-scale rewrite that significantly restructures the plot after the structure of Seven Blind Mice so there aren't flashbacks, things are more coherently foreshadowed, and The Great Forces Of The Universe are also Bad Puns.

The title is An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy, or AEIWAM for the tags.

Highlights of the fic/draft so far below the cut:

If TPOFATGIF is about pairs and duos and parallels and opposities and other things about the number 2, AEIWAM is about Triads, balances and cycles and other things relating to the number 3. The cycle of Samsara- Life, Death and Rebirth. The Living World, The Spirit World, and The Demon World. Creation, Preservation and Destruction. Freedom, Peace and Justice. Hot smutty threesomes, you get the idea.

Also this fic is gonna be rated E, no way around it. That's Load-Bearing, Thematically Relevant Smut.

I mean Bleach itself has Triads baked right in- Shingami, Hollows and Quincies. If anything, I'm just expanding on the theme.

Changed some backstories, mostly in the form of adding a few spare rooms on, for extra dimensions and flavor. -Tousen was a Librarian before he was a Shinigami. -Unohana was besties with Yamamoto's Ex-Wife. -Kenpachi was raised by Eagles. -Gin is, very literally, A Dick.

Featuring Fun New OCs Including but not limited to: -Yamamoto's Ex-Wife, who now runs the Best Little Whorehouse in the Rukongai (it's unionized!) -Kakyo is technically a canon character but she got fridged so hard she doesn't have a surname. I've fixed that. -A Hollow that is The Looney Toons Roadrunner. Just describing him and his backstory has made at least two people cry :) -Speaking of Unfridged Women Who still technically die: Uryuu's Mom is an active and plot-important character who kicks Isshin in the nuts for being a terrible father. -A Gary Larson Expy -Minazuki's twin, who is both better and worse. Sorta depends on how Afraid you are of dying vs being transformed into something unrecognizable.

Ichigo and friends are still there, though they're not the primary focus of the story.

wait

that's a lie

Orihime is the Main Character, really.

She becomes God!

Anyway, Tatsuki, Mizurio and Keigo were wildly underused in canon and they get to do stuff too.

And by "Stuff" I mean things like "Malicious Application of OSHA safety regulations", "Malicious installation of Wi-Fi" and "Straight-Up Lying To God"

I love writing little gremlin Bastards

Also, I like writing teenagers with High INT and terrible WIS scores, so the first thing they do upon hearing Rukia was arrested is research famous prison breaks and hostage rescues.

So the Soul Society arc goes HILARIOUS

Also, Uryuu gets to be a Horse Girl.

But the Main Big Change to this AU is: What if, instead of... whatever Kubo was going for in the original version, Tousen was working with Aizen against his will?

Because "Disabled, socially wronged guy with an impressive commitment to the bit" is a weird and kinda cringe villain but a GREAT protagonist.

Also lets me write Aizen as a really awful, slimy fuck and it's so fun.

Also Also, lets me really get into the GUTS of what's wrong with the soul society (and the greater universe) and there's some JUICY bits of canon lurking in there that are so much fun to fuck around with.

Also Also Also I love my blorbo and I want him to have a happy ending.

You know

AFTER The Miseries (TM)

Some Scenes, out of context: "So now God's Ass is blocking the exit from Hell. This is, as you can imagine, Less Than Ideal." Explained Gin, poking buttons and flipping switches in a very confident manner for someone who did not technically know what he was doing. With a mechanical grinding, something that looked unpleasantly like a very large taffy puller started moving. Aizen stared at it, hoping against all evidence it was not for what he imagined. "-So here's where you come in!" Gin explained, entirely too cheerfully. -- Orihime inhaled, and her chest rose like the ascendant Continental plate on a fault line. "ULQUIORRA JACOB FERNANDEZ CIFER GET YOUR PASTY LITTLE ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME-!" She did not need to finish the threat as the hollow had frozen mid-flight the second she started shouting and fell to the floor in front of them like a lead zeppelin. "Thank you." She said, pulling him up by his tail and throwing him over her shoulder like a traumatized sack of potatoes and turned to his opponent. "Ichigo?" She asked, more gently. "Are you still in there?" The hollowfied Boy stood in menacing silence. Renji's grip tightened on zabimaru, and Rukia gripped Grimmjow's ankle with both hands, prepared to use him as a club. "…holyshitthatwasreallyfuckinhotorihime." he wheezed, melting a bit. "LOL yeah you're fine." Renji laughed, slapping him on the shoulder with relief. "Your middle name is Jacob-Fernandez?" Grimmjow laughed from where he was still being dragged along the floor. "This is news to me too." Said Ulquiorra, having gone limp like a ferret or batch of overcooked spaghetti in shock. "Shut it or I'm bike-locking you two together." Orihime threatened. "Ichigo! Romance later, you're on point. Renji! Grab that bag of electronics. Rukia! Where's your brother? this place is rigged to explode in half an hour." "Promise?" Asked Ichigo, only to get dope-slapped by both Rukia and Renji. "…Do humans store everything in their boobs?" asked Vivi, watching in growing horror an awe as Orihime retrieved a strange technological device, a coil of wire and an eight-inch multitool from her cleavage. "Humans that got forced to wear a stupid uncomfortable dress that's probably fetishwear that DOESN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING POCKETS do." Growled Orihime. -- Oetsu stared at Kenpachi and remembered the lament of a friend of his who bred the finest hunting dogs, who once had a wolf break into the kennels. The horror had been twofold, she had explained. First, that there was now an incredibly powerful and dangerous beast loose in her home, then later, after the trials and injuries of getting such a creature out again- The terrible knowledge that she would never be able to create something more Magnificently Robust, More Brutally Cunning, More Sublimely Beautiful, More Perfect than the random mutations of Biology and unguided forces of natural selection already had, and the inescapable notion that her Life's Work was little more than a child's doodles of Nature's Masterwork. Oetsu looked upon Kenpachi, and understood her sorrow. "Hey, what's wrong with your boss?" Kenpachi muttered to the closest Asuichi. "Oh, he's probably just having an artistic crisis." She shrugged.

Anyway, pls send me some asks about any of the above

I should probably explain AEIEAM if I want more people to talk about it with, huh.

[decalinethespacecat]

My Beast Wars OC again. This time with a profile!

Beast Mode: Jackson Chameleon (male model, mainly because I fell in love with the look of the horns). Occupation: Space Pirate (formerly) Alightment: Predacon (by force) Legs broken during crash, hastily reasembled, leaving her posture permently altered. Painful to walk entirely upright. Optics heavily damaged, had to be rewired. Thus, her side eyes are technically her 'real' eyes.  Tail and ends of forlimbs functionable, tail highly flexible and claws able to grip and cling onto surfaces. Weapons: Concealed daggers in each sheath (come back via magnetism). Ninja Stars in side compartment built into outer thighs. Smoke Bombs in the bottom compartment of sheath. Magna Claw started out as neither a Maximal, Predacon, or even a stasis pod. In fact, she had just gotten back from her last haul. She was what one would call a 'free-lance' worker, usually in the department of theft and looting. If the money was good, then you got her to do the job. Of course, her talents became noticed by a rather notorious band of pirates, of whom recruited her and made her part of their crew. After getting the loot for a recent client from an abandoned shuttle, she boarded her one-person (or robot in this case) ship and was about to head back to the rendezvous point to deliver the goods back to her crew. Unfortunately for her, the Predacons had just constructed a device meant to pull any potential stasis pods floating around near the planet to them via magnetic forces. Upon getting a reading, they activated it, yet what they snagged was Magna and her ship. Sending out a distress signal, she found it was for naught, as the shuttle was sent crashing on Earth. And after foolishly unstrapping herself to catch pieces of the loot escaping, her legs were severely damaged, as well as her optics. Plus, she was assaulted with the effects of the planet's overabundant energy. It didn't take long for her systems to go into stasis lock, and to her "luck", catch the eye of a patrolling pteranodon up above. And bizarrely enough, a small, strange little lizard had crawled into the crook of her neck to shield itself from the sun. Awakening in a lab, she was immediately introduced to the likes of Tarantulas, whom had given severe modifications. In fact, her entire body having been molded into the image of a strange, organic creature. A disgusting fusion of metal and flesh in her eyes. And her eyes...something was wrong with them. She found herself looking in two separate directions at once! It was driving her crazy! Amidst her demanding to be 'fixed back to the way she was', Megatron himself came in. Explaining the situation and how she was even alive thanks to him and his forces, he gave her an ultimatum: join the Predacons, or be executed on the spot, as there's no way he'll risk these 'Maximals' gaining another member. Survival being her priority, she chose the former, yet she is looking for any opportunity to get out. Having arrived via a rather different method opposed to the likes of Blackarachnia and Inferno, she feels even more out of place amongst this group of soldiers, forced to partake in a war that is far ahead of her time, ironically enough. Though she holds a rather large arsenal, Magna Claw's skills aren't so much in combat as they are in quickly incapacitating the enemy and then gathering whatever she can. Thus, Megatron has utilized her for stealth missions and sabotages. Her relations with her new 'comrades' is somewhat rocky at best. She tries to pay Megatron no mind despite him being her new commander. She simply says its due to how he's not worth paying mind to, yet in truth, she fears him greatly, as he was more than ready to end her life the moment she regained consciousness just to keep her from possibly getting to the Maximals. And knowing this, he's used this against her whenever she is being difficult with him, reminding her that he, quite literally, holds her life in his hands, and all it would take is one well timed bite to her spark chamber to snuff it out. Scorponok is someone she really doesn't pay mind to,

mainly because the simpleton makes far for any engaging conversation. Nevertheless, given her position, he is one of those that order her around for minimal tasks, always with the threat of 'alerting Megatron' if she doesn't comply. Terrorsaur is one she has a...somewhat complicated history with. Whenever he has one of his bids for power, she finds herself going along with it, if not mainly out of spite for the violet theropod. Granted, each one of them has failed, and in turn, they are punished for it, yet Megatron is wise to her reasons for going along with his schemes, and assures her that any sort of escape will be a long time coming. If at all. Waspinator...honestly, she doesn't know. She doesn't know WHAT to think of him. Megatron holds his position over her head, yet somehow THIS guy gets blasted to pieces every other day, and STILL, he hasn't scarped him?! For this, she hates him to a degree, yet ultimately, finds that it's a waste of time and energy, as the stupid bug probably deals with enough problems of his own. Inferno is the bane of her existence. If there's one amongst the Predacons she hates more than Megatron, it's that slagging insect. Given his undying loyalty to his 'Queen', the fire ant is always keeping an eye on her, taking each and every one of her actions into account. This has made Terrorsaur's bids for power more difficult to get off the ground, as well as getting away with not doing her assigned duties 'correctly'. He sees her as nothing more than a parasite, and says she should be down her knees, thanking the 'Queen' for even giving her an option in joining their cause. Of course, unlike his 'Queen', she doesn't fear Inferno in the slightest. In fact, she makes it a point to poke and jab at him any chance she gets. Tarantulus is third of her most hated bots in the universe. After all, if not for him, she wouldn't be stuck in this disgusting 'scaly skin', let alone have to take that horrid beast mode. Plus, while he will admit no such thing, Magna Claw believes that he hasn't properly repaired her legs, thus, making her dependent on him in that she's forced to stay. Or go along with him, should he try to leave. Thus, his schemes are the only ones she is forced to go along with. Blackarachnia is the only one that she could perhaps call a 'friend' to a degree. True, the two aren't overly fond of one another, yet at the same time, haven't found a reason to despise the other either. In the times of reprieve from the battles, they find themselves conversing with the other, Magna Claw sharing with her details of her life prior to her 'recruitment' here. The spider, in turn, details of how they all came to arrive here, and how perhaps her being here may indicate where and when they are. Though it's doubtful. Despite this small bond, Magna Claw's main ambition is freedom. Whether it be living off on her own, or, when she's reaching desperation, by death, she wishes to have it, and feels that unless, by some miracle, her crew comes to find her, she will never get out of wherever solar system this organic planet resides in. Of course, unknown to her, someone on the other side and former Predacon himself may just play a larger role in achieving her freedom, as well as deterring her from the path she thought was the only one she could travel on...