#surprise surprise :p

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 3 "Where is Bella?" (Part 3)

While Cassandra goes about her work at the institute, Alexander enjoys his day off with his father. Even though the boy is not so artistically inclined, he is still interested in art. He knows from stories that his mother was passionate about painting. But he is also surprised that there is not a single picture of hers hanging in the whole family home.

“Why aren't there any pictures of mom hanging here? Didn't she want them to be seen in the gallery?"/ ”She's… She didn't get around to putting her pictures in the gallery, Alexander. But she would have liked to… It just wasn't quite enough for an exhibition.” Mortimer found it difficult to give his son explanations that weren't even entirely true.

“Then why don't you just paint a few pictures and show them? You can paint beautifully too, I know that"/,,I know that too. But I… Would you like to have a look at the old covered wagon?”. The boy noticed when his father became uncomfortable talking about certain things. So he preferred not to probe any further. “Yes, and I want to have another look at the founder's statue.”

Mortimer worked at the institute himself for many years. He carried out many groundbreaking research projects and experiments. But there was one area that he preferred to keep his hands off in the end. He no longer knew what to do, the loss almost broke him completely. But he caught himself, for his children. “And that's what they used to drive around in, Dad?”.

“Hn-hn, yes, and sometimes whole families traveled in a thing like that//,,I find that hard to imagine. How did they go to the toilet? Our caravans have toilets in them“/”well, there were no toilet blocks by the roadside back then. Then you went into the forest“/”mmh, and what about toilet paper?"/ ‘My boy, necessity is the mother of invention’.

To change his own mind a little, he told his son what life was like in the past, in the countryside, in the cities. Completely different from today, where so many things have become taken for granted. And Alexander listened curiously and patiently to the stories his father told him. They spent a little longer in the gallery.

short Change of scene

Strangetown

While Mortimer is on a trip to the gallery with his son, his daughter is on the phone in her lab. As she needs help with her own experiments, she has contacted a few experts whose contact details were not exactly easy to obtain. She is currently only in telephone contact with them.

And in this laboratory at the end of the Strangetown desert, work is also being done, well, more or less: “What did you do again to cause the box to crash?”/"I didn't do anything, okay? What bothers me most is that it happened again during calibration. And I can't find the error"/ ‘Have you ever asked Bert?’/ ‘He's busy in the lab at the moment…’.

Then Pascal's cell phone rang. Hello? Oh, hello, Cassandra, how are you? I'm glad to hear that. Yes, everything's the same here. I'm sorry to disappoint you… Yes, there's nothing new in that regard. All the sightings have turned out to be fakes. The ladies have all been checked, none of them are your mother. Mhm…”.

“I can't explain it either, but they're all clean. They have valid birth certificates, each of them has their own genetic code, no two are alike, and neither is your mother. Apparently it's just a freak of nature that some of the women here look very similar to Bella. No, Polli has also confirmed everything to me in detail. I think we'll have to start all over again, step by step… Hey, I know you don't want to give up“/,,haach, crap crutch,” was heard from the background. “No, that wasn't me haha”.

“Oh, I'm having problems with the main computer here at the moment. And my little brother is the only one I trust when it comes to technology… Oh God, mercy, no. Hmm, yeah, I'll definitely contact Polli again…. oh, I believe you on that, no question. Tycho? Oh, he's doing wonderfully, he's learning incredibly fast,” / ‘who knows what he's doing with the babysitter right now, hehe’….

“Oh, that's Lazlo, he's always cracking some kind of joke. What's the situation?"/ ”Your Holy Grail is operational again, all the data is still there, nothing has been lost. What do I get for it?“/”uh, I don't know, we'll talk about it later… Cassandra? Oh, good, you're still on. Well, I'd suggest we go back to the beginning. When did she disappear and everything”.

“back to the beginning? We've already been through all that. oh man, hhh, all right. I'm meeting Don today anyway… maybe I can do some more questioning there… Yes, the wedding is soon. Mhm…did you actually receive my e-mail with my theory? And what do you think? OK, then ask your brother… It's okay. Give my regards. Yes, see you then”.

After she had finished the phone call, she collected her thoughts once again. She has been dealing with Pascal for several months now and she currently has a suspicion as to where her mother might be. But that's just a theory. It's all about her soul. Her ghostly existence. A ghost that is nowhere to be found must still be somewhere. Maybe even stuck somewhere? But for now, Cassandra makes her way to her meeting with Don.

@greenplumbboblover, @solorisims, @plumbobgothica🙂

[aquanutart]

[ash-and-starlight]

That was when he saw the crate under the seneschal’s bed. He eased it out.  Inside were lengths of red silk embroidered with gold thread. Then he moved the bundle aside, and a shiver shot cold down his spine. There, amid the cloth, lay the mask of the Blue Spirit.

Chapter Three of The Mercy of Magpies out now!

written by @ranilla-bean and betaed by @faux-fires

Chapter post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch2 art

[leronboi]

Chillin and getting a drink after a day of manipulating the masses 🫶

[tangledinink]

so you should go vote to tie the gemini w/ @cupcakeslushie's feral!leo because i think they'd be friends, actually, and here's why-

the gems spend most of their time fighting in the nexus, slamming on the 'survival instinct' button, which happens to be right next to the 'animal instinct' button. as a result, they are far more Creechur than their typical posh personas would have you believe. so they got 🤝 solidarity

... so long as no one else is around to see, i mean.

[root-clan]

Rootclan. Moon: 0. Prologue.

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

[bluestjayy]

"If Ryan climbed on me, we could take on Goatman." - The Famous Last Words of Shane Madej

Ghost Files Live - Glasgow (25.04)

📸 by Me

[hplonesomeart]

@scimagic Uhhh made this because I just think they’re dynamic is neat. Also completely agree with the Puzzle headcanon super fun silly and very on point. As we speak he is clinging for his dear life :))

I really enjoy seeing the illustrated storyline you have unfolding between the two and figured it would be nice to see this motorcycle sequence in motion. So tadaa here it is! In animated form! Now your obligated to make a full length written novel in-depth about their relationship /j

Sincerely though thanks for the creative inspiration and keep on being a swagger artist 👍✨

[ryllen]

love makes u silly like that sometimes

[reader-from-another-dimension]

AHHHHHH TAKE IT SecondBee by @yuukirita! :P Part 1, 2 here :DD

Cliffjumper was having the worst day ever, not only did he accidentally tripped and fall face-down at an extremely important meeting today, as a result, he got saddled with a scout mission by Elita - she probably felt bad about the incident and gave him an easy way out, and normally, he’d feel better away from the suffocating walls of Iacon, today just wasn’t his day.

Because the moment he stepped foot into the designated mine in his file folder, the ground collapsed. So, here he is, free falling down a seemingly never ending drop. Sure, he probably should freak out more and try to find a way to slow down.

But come on, one doesn’t just earn the name Cliffjumper from nothing.

So, case in point, today fragging sucks.

Crossing his arms, Cliffjumper frowned as he heard the faint sound of metal hitting solid ground. Seems like the ride is over, boo hoo.

Activating the duo blasters at the back of his foot and shoulder, Cliffjumper felt his body slowing down, taking the whistling wind away as it went. A shame, it was one of his favorite thing about free falling, his friends would sometimes joke about how he should’ve been created with an aerial frame.

No, focus, Cliffjumper, what was he doing again? Oh, right, scouting. His feet landed on the ground with a small clank, distantly, he wondered about the nature of this ‘mission’ of his.

Despite what other mechs whisper about (and despite Optimus’s best efforts to keep this particular information from him), Cliffjumper isn’t dumb, he was just a bit hot-headed and reckless, that doesn’t mean he can’t stop and think. Elita doesn’t quite know this just yet, and he intends to keep it that way, more for his advantage.

Nevertheless, this mine was not a usual place for a scouting mission, Elita had listed the description as ‘possible stray material locating’, but this specific mine was different, since it wasn’t evacuated during the incident with Sentinel (Cliffjumper would spit on that name if it ever comes to life), mechs had been able to extract all energons and precious materials after the battle, there was little reasons to send a scout here.

Still, Elita doesn’t do things without reason, so Cliffjumper didn’t question her. He kind of regrets that decision now.

Primus, when Elita finds out the mines had collapsed, she’d go straight to Optimus, and after Cliff got out, he’d do that thing where he lowers those antennas of his that almost makes Cliffjumper wanna swear he’d stay put. Then Elita’d make him swear it.

Ugh, he’s so grounded.

Welp, might as well enjoy his stay while he can. Looking around, Cliffjumper was hit with the sudden realization that, damn, he’s down pretty deep, actually. There was little to no natural light down here, only the dim sizzles of half-powered lamps scattered around the abandoned halls lit up the way.

Cliffjumper frowns, tapping on his comms, only for it to come back nulled. No signal.

Oh, he’s down deep deep.

Groaning, Cliffjumper kicks a pebble out of frustration, watching the thing bounces and hits the gray walls, he huffs. Primus, this place fragging sucks, actually, he wants to be picked up immediately. It was cold, empty and dead here, he hates it, those words don't belong in Cliffjumper’s vocabulary.

Even if an early rescue means he’d have to face Optimus sooner. Ugh, he doesn’t look forward to it at all, say goodbye to freedom for the next lightyear!

Cliffjumper slowly makes his way down the dim hall, grumbling to himself. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate Optimus’ concerns, it’s just - it gets exhausting at times, he doesn’t want a repeat of that last time Cliff accidentally got shot in a scout mission. He was fine afterwards! Even Elita said so, although, she was trembling a bit while she did.

He loves the mech duo, but come on.

Cliffjumper sighs, tracing the worn-down walls of the place, sharpening his fingers when he went past a series of Sentinel posters. Honestly, frag that guy.

The false Prime not only ruined everyone’s life, he also separated the iconic team that freed Iacon from its chains. Maybe if the guy had never existed, then Iacon would’ve been fine, then Optimus and Elita wouldn’t have lost two friends that left them with visible scars that he can always see clinging to their clean frames. Maybe, then, Cliffjumper wouldn’t have lost his broth-

Creaaaaak-

“Yip!”

Letting out a very manly and brave sound, Cliffjumper unloads his blaster out of instinct, Elita’s warning of the potential of dangerous mechs going into hiding in deep mining levels. Crouching slightly, Cliffjumper tries his best to not make any sound moving forward.

Creaaak-

He gulps, approaching the source of the noise, which is just around a corner. A very dim, shadowy corner.

No, he’s not scared, what are you talking about?

Cliffjumper steps closer and closer to the creaking sounds, inhaling, he readies his weapons. One more step, and he rounds the corner, raising his blaster as he did.

Now, across the cycles, Optimus has told him many, many stories about his brother. B-127, he stopped after…Well, he stopped after running out of new things to say, but Cliffjumper had always paid his utmost attention when the mech did. He had hung onto every word, rolling them around in his helm whilst recharging, committing them into his files, memories of what could’ve been.

What should’ve been.

Cliffjumper stopped dead at his feet, his blaster, raised mid-air, slowly tilting down.

He gapes. “Bee?”

[malk-with-tea]

the single dadmom that works two jobs. loves his kids, and never stops

wanted to properly draw your quirrelma w/the babies :) @queruloustea

[tamatosss]

My girl, Maru~

This is a redraw of a Maru from 2 years ago (I’m sure some of you remember it). I’ve been meaning to redraw it forever ago, but I got preoccupied with life stuff ;)

Keep reading to see the original drawing!

The link to the original post is here~

Even though my drawing skills and art quality improved a lot in 2 years,, I can’t deny that there is a charm in my older works that I definitely miss and can’t quite encapsulate again.

[writingmyheartoutforyou]

So there's this post going around about how the OP was almost recruited by some Nazis at a Pro-Palestine protest, and they were so shocked that there were Nazis there marching with them. I don't want to bash the OP (that's why I'm not linking or responding on that post) because I really do think they mean well. Still I can't help but think, "Where have you been?", I've been seeing Nazi shit from these protest for a while now. Does no one remember the protest in Australia back in October, where a bunch of people starting chanting "Gas the Jews!"? Nevermind how any discussions on Judaism or Jewish people inevitably ends with a lot of people spamming the tags or comments with "Free Palestine" even if the discussions had nothing to do with Israel or Palestine. I'm not even Jewish and I've been seeing Nazis co-opting the movement for years, and I've been seeing Jewish people calling them out on it for years. Also what do y'all think white supremacists and Nazis look like? Do you think they're all wearing SS uniforms or have swastikas tattooed on their foreheads? Or do you imagine that they're all white trash trailer park losers? Did we all forget Richard Spencer? You can't believe that you can spot these people by looks alone, you have to know the dogwhistles they use otherwise you wind up parroting back their rhetoric without a second thought. The movement deserves better than to have Nazis take over the discussions, but until other protestors shut that shit down I don't see it changing anytime soon.

[crispycreambacon]

I think they had this conversation at least once. I think.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)