#sorry if my writing is bad-

[ellen-andriodo]

INTRODUCING MY GALAXY FORCE/CYBERTRON TRANSFORMER OC!!!

Sunny ☀️

Her real name was kagaya amako, 'Sunny' is just her fake name!! She's a Japanese young lady who's actually a demon since her birth, she has a older sister named 'Yasuko Tsukiko' whose fake name is Morris!

In the series (My Au)

Sunny was introduced in ep 20, she was sleeping in lucy Suzuki's car and she was seen by Coby as he noticed her sleeping, (he first thought that lucy is a kidnapper-). Sunny acted like a human, she also faked having a skin disease, which mean she can't go outside the daylight. Which worries lucy suzuki, when starscream and mudflap came, she was not even surprised of their robotic forms, since she was told by morris before was even introduced in ep 20. She was then never seen in any eps after ep: 24

Until in my au episode: 'The appearance of man-eating demon..?!'

She appears to be treating nomi (my oc) and she have also told her that from now on, she's going to be her caretaker (actually going to be her sister figure in nutshell) she then met starscream (rewritten by me ;33) and Alexis (magical girl, and also half or heavily rewritten by me!!) ofc starscream was going to kill sunny because the two of starlight siblings (starscream & alexis) saw her eating a man (who committed crimes). She managed to run away and disappear, thanks to god lovely's follower (My oc :D).

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Here's her past! (Year: 1925)

Sunny was born after her big sister, morris. At first her mother didn't noticed that she's actually a demon until when she was 3 yrs old she ate a sparrow and her mother committed suicide because she's tired of living after her husband left her, when he stole all of her money. (And the mother doesn't care about the sun and moon siblings anymore.) Which leave morris and sunny to fend for themselves, morris learn that sunny is also a demon when she saw her eating a bird, morris quickly of course questioned her and was worried that if the chief saw this..they would kill her and kill her little sister, Morris didn't know what to do and then promised her little sister this 'its okay.. it's okay..no one is going to come hurt you, i am going to protect you and feed you. I promise we're going to be together..." Sunny didn't know what to say (ofc she was a toddler-)

Which leaves in the present (galaxy force/cybertron transformers) the older sister, Morris broke her promise to protect her little 'baby' sister.

"is this what you meant by your promise, morris? I thought so. Don't ever DARE to talk to me, again..." -Sunny

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Here's a fun facts about her!!

When she first met lucy suzuki, she was seen injured and suzuki became worried and goes to the 'injured' sunny, suzuki then took her back to the apartment and once sunny woke up, sunny tries to control her hunger on her and suzuki heard her stomach grows which she then made warm food for her. (Ofc, sunny doesn't like it but she acts like she loves it..) And suzuki noticed that sunny isn't quite talkative too, which then later on. Sunny saw lucy suzuki as her mother and she was determined and promised that she's going to be her child, until in the future of cybertron/galaxy force transformers. She was upset.

Fun fact (2): when she first met the auotbots, she doesn't seem to be interested in them but only to be there to have a conversation with lori. Optimus prime? Nope, Vector prime? Nope, Hotshot? Nope..Red alert? Nope, override & evac?? Nope. Smokescreen? Nope, landmine? Nope, lionbreaker & snarl?? (I think-) Nope. She doesn't care about them (or maybe she does a little bit.)

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Yeah, that's it about her!! I'll post more about my Transformers unicron trilogy au and my ocs!! :D

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Jason felt like he was going insane, there was a flicker just outside of his vision and it was following him...

And it was getting closer and closer each time he noticed it.

A flash of white...a black so dark it sucked in shadows...a chill that left him feeling like he would never be warm again.

He couldn't shake it no matter what he did, his coms went dark an hour ago, and all his tech died not long after, his grappling hook felt heavy in his hand as he ran around another corner, his chest pounding.

God, he needed to get away. He needed to get back to the bats... Batman could help... Bruce always helped...

---

Danny couldn't help but hold back a giggle as he saw Red Hood shoot off onto yet another roof top, his whispy tail flicking back and forth as he gave chase! He was having so much fun! Gotham was turning out to be such a fun city!

---

Jason's heart stopped as he saw toxic eyes blink out at him from the shadows, slitted pupils blinked wide into pure black orbs, matching the darkness.

He had faced aliens, new gods, crisis on a scale to erase reality itself but this? He had never felt more afraid.

Fear toxin couldn't even touch this...

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Danny's eyes grew wide like a fiesty feline snorting catnip.

His prey! His pretty and very handsome prey! All the delicious energy pouring off him was intoxicating!

Unknown in his limited brain power, Danny started to match his play partners energy, letting fear roll off him like a tidal wave.

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Time seemed to halt, all hope of losing what was hunting Jason seemed to evaporate.

Forst glazed over the rooftop before jagged unearthly blue ice sprang out of it, spiked and sharp stalagmites jutted out all along Jason, an utter cold that made him forget what warmth felt like.

His hands shook from both fear and from the cold, but they still tightened around his guns, but he couldn't pull the trigger, even as he saw a shimmering outline of something, a shape that was far less monstrous than he had assumed.

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Danny couldn't help but giggle as he finally caught up with his playmate, floating up to the Reverants face, his small hand wacked right where Hood's nose would be if not for the helmet.

"Boop! Ur It!" He screeched with joy, and started to fly away, snickering as he did, he had yet to loose a game of tag with any of the bats!

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[anatomical-puppet]

my source is that i am autistic about horror

[softcryz]

「 Round and round it goes. 」

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY IN STARS AND TIME!! This game is absolutely fucking phenomenal and you KNOW I had to conjure up something for it's first birthday. Wipes a tear. They grow up so fast

I HONESTLY WASN'T SURE THAT I WAS GONNA FINISH THIS ONE BUT I SURPRISED MYSELF AND DID!! RIGHT BEFORE THE SIFFRIN PLUSHIE DROPPED TOO!! Sorry I'm excited I haven't done anything big-ish like this in a LOONG time go my screenshots

I have a version of this where it's JUST sasasaapFrin and the star because my sibling said it'd make a good phone background, so I'll throw that in here too :]

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[hamsterdads]

johndavekat nonsense. someone help them please good lord.

[oldmanffucker]

[tangents-within-tangents]

Was curious about what else Tech had recorded

those boys really get around

[froglover7789]

every iteration of the doctor can be categorized into two categories: dyke and twink

[starscream-is-my-wife]

This is part 1 of a continuation for my other post where LL Megatron gets trapped in the G1 universe, I was thinking about how someone would go insane in this cartoon world and thought "what if Megatron had someone else to accompany him" so, I gave Starscream an existential crisis

Edit: pt 2 here

[kisses4kaia]

patrick and degradation hi

you weren’t even thinking when you said it. he was pissing you off so fucking badly and there was so much happening, you couldn’t contain it.

“you’re such a fucking idiot, patrick. so fucking stupid, you’re such an asshole, god.” you grit out between groans. you’re straddling his meaty thighs, slamming yourself up and down on his obscenely hard cock, and he’s gone. his head isn’t on earth, his conscience a mere cloud of you and heat and you and pleasure and pain and you and you and you.

“fuuuuuck,” he groans out, face twisting up into an expression you’ve grown so familiar with. it’s a look of agony and desire, a red flush spreading like a forest fire from his cheeks down his neck and taking roots in his pecs. “oh please, fuck, gonna cum, baby, shit,” he’s sputtering out, abs flexing as his moans grow louder and more often reoccurring, and it’s not made any better by your biting.

dragging your teeth along his collarbone, biting down on the sweating sheen of his flesh, all the while growling the meanest fucking words that patrick is melting to hear.

“fucking pathetic, so dumb, got you brainless, don’t i? maybe i should get you like this more often, so you don’t say stupid shit anymore, hm? bet you’d like that, fucking freak,”

and he’s shaking through his orgasm, busting a gooey load into the latex of his condom as he praises your name, over and over. you slow down momentarily, allowing him a break, but a few seconds later, you’re back to chasing your high like your life depended on it. he lets you, lying whimpering and liquid for you as you meet your own peak. patrick’s limbs are tingling still, blotches of warmth making him a pied beauty underneath you for your eyes only.

less than a minute later, your gasping for air as your climax rams through you, biting your lip so patrick’s name doesn’t slip through and feed his everest comparable ego. “who knew you’d be so into me talking shit on you? you would love to hear what me and my friends say when you aren’t around,” you chuckle, still catching your breath as you fall down next to him.

“it’s my kind of dirty talk, baby.” he leans over to kiss you on the cheek, and you groan, pushing him off of you before dressing yourself and leaving him, alone in his hotel room. it’s almost like you were never even there.

[asajaley]

hinononononomoris

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!