#system packs

[transosdd]

May we have a level 3 foodtive (food Introject) of your choosing, please?

𓎟𓎟 FOODTIVE ALTER PACK .ᐟ

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – strawberry, strawb, berry, cake

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 13-18

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – she/her, they/them, it/its, fluff/fluffs white/whites, sweet/sweets, candy/candies, berry/berries, fleur/fleurs, 🍰/🍰, 🧁/🧁, 🍓/🍓

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – fem-aligned, pawthing, strawberrygender, strawbcakepupgender, hypergender, rainbowcraystar, starbeadic, sprinklesjoyic, strawberrycushiongender, bakeradored

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – reciprosexual

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – hyperempathetic, comfortformed, stim holder

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – STRAWBERRY CAKE [FOOD]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – cupcakescentic, pinkbloodic, kleptomania, neko, magicalgirl

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: baking, bakery scents, sweets/candy, pastel colors, parties/gatherings

NEG: feelings of loneliness, feelings of anger, body being yelled at or scolded, arguments, messy environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: cooking/baking, candies or anything sweet, talking to others, happy/upbeat music, stuffed animals, cleaning, soft textures, gentle music like lullabies, comforting others

DISLIKES: silence, hot environments, bitter flavors, being rushed, sharp objects

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5, O6

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – she is warm, gentle, and inviting, much like the comforting sweetness of a strawberry cake. she exudes a soft energy, always wanting to bring joy and calm to those around her. optimistic and lighthearted, she avoids negativity and instead focuses on creating happy environments. she has a delicate yet bubbly nature, with a tendency to shy away from conflict, preferring to smooth things over with kindness and charm. though she can be a bit sensitive, her main goal is to make others feel cherished and at ease. (MBTI : ESFJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – she fulfills her roles with a gentle, intuitive approach, always attuned to the system’s emotional needs. as a hyperempathy holder, she deeply feels the emotions of both the system and others, using this understanding to provide tailored comfort and reassurance. her role as a stim holder involves engaging in soothing, sensory-based activities—like running her fingers over soft fabrics, humming calming melodies, or tapping rhythmic patterns—to help regulate the system’s emotions. as a comfort-based headmate, she actively seeks to create a sense of safety and warmth, offering kind words, a nurturing presence, and a focus on positivity to ease tension and bring the system back to balance. everything she does is centered on providing calm and reassurance in the most compassionate way possible.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, she is a serene and comforting presence, often found in a cozy, inviting space that mirrors her nurturing personality. her home may resemble a small, pastel-colored cottage or a warm bakery filled with the scent of strawberries and vanilla. the space is likely adorned with soft pillows, warm lighting, and delicate decorations like flowers and ribbons, creating an environment that exudes comfort and calm. she spends her time preparing small, thoughtful gestures for the system, like baking treats, organizing spaces, or leaving positive notes around the innerworld. she’s always available to lend a listening ear or a warm hug to any headmate who needs it. her movements are gentle and deliberate, often engaging in activities like arranging flowers, knitting, or humming soft tunes to maintain a soothing atmosphere.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, she exudes warmth and gentleness, focusing on creating a calm and harmonious environment. she speaks softly and kindly, often choosing her words carefully to avoid discomfort. when interacting with others, she prioritizes emotional connection, offering reassurance, encouragement, or simply being a comforting presence. she may gravitate toward conversations that allow her to uplift or support others, but she avoids confrontational or overly negative topics. her actions are often sensory or comfort-focused, such as cleaning, organizing, or preparing food, as these activities help ground the system and maintain a soothing environment. if no pressing tasks are required, she leans into creative or self-soothing activities, like drawing, journaling, or simply relaxing in a cozy spot.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🧁, 🍰, 🧺

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = lenadoodllles (pinterest), divider = seulzitos (tumblr)

[buildaheadmate]

an alter based on Saturn? :3

name: Saturn, Titan, Vortex, Aster, Cronus, Rhea, Atlas, Cyclone, Janus

age: 6000, transageless

gender: spacegender, universegender, stargender, starboy, endlesspacic, astralgender, saturngender

pronouns: they/it/ring/planet/storm

paraphilias: astrophilia, necrophilia

cisids: autistic, vitiligo, disabled

transids: aracial, mute, age, harmful, intersex, wheel chair user

role: protector maybe

appearance: picture below

source: based on Saturn

extras: n/a

[the-bah-nebula]

can u do an alterpack of the radqueer kitty with any transids and paras

Pro-prat kitty cat alterpack!

-Basic Info-

Name(s): Echo, Milo, Moon, Luna, KC/Casey (Kitty Cat),

Age: Ageless

Gender: Catmascgender

Pronouns: It/its, kitty/kittyself, he/him, fur/furself, claw/clawself, mew/mewself, paw/pawself, purr/purrself

Orientation: Aro-spec berrisexual

-IDs-

CisIDs: Stutter, tics, dark grey fur, demon, cat

TransIDs: Bothcat, transcapricorn, permasinging, transfamous, voidage, ageless, trisBPD

Paras: Humanophilia, YAP, autagonistophila, plushophilia/autoplushophilia, odaxelagnia, objectophilia, somnophilia

-Other-

Personality info: It is nervous when meeting new people, but loves the people it is comfortable with. It is kind, and doesn't like to cause conflict. It stutters/stammers due to talking quickly. It has some small motor tics.

System role: Bionaut

Likes: The outdoors, small animals and bugs, stuffed animals/plushies, drawing itself, comfort foods

Dislikes: Being made fun of, conflict, snakes, vegetables it considers "weird" or "gross", new foods

Faceclaim(s):

[rottingbah]

Hi! Could you make something zombie themed? :3

name ; arius , thorne , bo , grim prns ; coff / coffin ++ freak / freaks ++ gut / guts ++ thy / thou ++ empty / emptys source ; n / a role ( ideas ) ; no spoons sorrgy :( transids ; agefluid , transharmed , transsplitbrain cisids ; xiszombie , cisdpdr misc ; often speaks slowly and quietly ; slurs words together . cutegore is coffins favorite aesthetic . thy loves using picrew for fun .

feel free to alter , remove , or add things ! hope you like gut .

[deikshen]

Shen Yuan was a beta all his life so then, now, being the omega Shen Qingqiu who can no longer suppress his secondary gender by Without-a-cure, needs to learn to be an Omega.

The information in the books is damn unclear and it would not be right to go ask for help from disciples or brothels, so he just... Well, he knows that Shang Qinghua is a spy for the demons, and he knows that Mobei Jun is an Omega for his meta knowledge. So he decides to go and threaten Shang Qinghua's ass with exposing him with the other Peak Lords for treason unless he allows him to have private meetings with Mobei Jun.

(At some point, they both reveal themselves as transmigrants? Yes. But not at the beginning for more drama lol Shang Qinghua racking his brains over what the hell Shen Qingqiu the scum villain and HIS KING will talk about in private- )

So, in private meetings with Mobei Jun, Shen Qingqiu humiliates himself with a half-truth: he tells him that I had never experienced anything like omega (after all, the entire CQMS thinks Shen Qingqiu is a beta), and now with Without-a-cure he has stopped taking his suppressants because the damage they were doing to his health, so right now he doesn't know how to do omega basic things like nest, purr, scent, pack behavior...

Mobei Jun agrees to teach him all those omega things; in exchange, Shen Qingqiu will give him more information and those things that Shang Qinghua doesn't have access to, since Shen Qingqiu is, well, Peak Lord of the second most important peak. They make a half-hearted and reluctant agreement, but they are on the same page.

And Mobei Jun teaches him. He teaches him how to fix a nest and the different ways he can use it. How apply blankets properly for softness, or comfort, or space, depends on what suits him. Teaches him to scent with the necessary amount of pheromones on people, objects, pack gifts, puppy gifts- It is a different level for each situation, and it is very necessary that it be respected, because otherwise it could give the wrong message!!

It also teaches purring, different growls, the type of reactions these sounds would have in Alphas or other Omegas. Also what kind of fabrics or robes are more comfortable to wear closer to the heat, what herbs to avoid, what kinds of things might not help him, what types of foods to stock up on for those occasions.

There is a lot of monosyllabic talk, a lot of directions and teachings, and Mobei Jun is not really the type to talk a lot, but neither is Shen Qingqiu, so unless necessary, they won't say much that is not so very important. They drink tea (iced) and they always end their secret meetings by scenting their wrists. It's a habit. Mobei Jun's omega scent is clear like ginger-mint and somewhat spicy, but it doesn't smell demonic itself, then it can go unnoticed.

The change in Shen Qingqiu's Omega behavior is noticeable, not only among the now very spoiled puppy disciples, but among the Peak Lords. Mu Qingfang is glad that Shen Qingqiu is finally accepting being part of the pack, scenting them, giving them scented gifts for their own common spaces. Alphas and betas do not necessarily nest, but in their homes they often have things with the aromas of their packs, giving shape to their home.

There is only one notable difference. Mobei Jun, of course, has taught his omega knowledge biased by his demonic family teaching. So, Shen Qingqiu finds himself... biting.

He bites his disciples' cheeks, he bites their little hands when he comes to scent them. It is easier to give them little bites, so they will only laugh or blush.

He bites Liu Qingge's cheek, one day the Alpha gets really close to him sniffing the clear scent of Mobei Jun on him, asking who is. In defense of Shen Qingqiu, he became nervous!!! And Liu Qingge stepped away as if he had been set on fire, walking away like a penguin.

Randomly bites Mu Qingfang's hands when he is checking him out by Without-a-cure, little bites on his fingers, on his knuckles. Mu Qingfang blushes, steps back, and quickly notes down the reactions. Pff. As if it wasn't normal for Omegas to bite and lick their packs!! Now they will tell that Omegas should not court their Alphas by proving they can kill them in a fight only to decide not to! Of course Binghe's harem didn't work like that, but those were female Omegas! He was a male Omega, that would make the difference, wouldn't it?

So, just, Shen Qingqiu is there, gifting his packs with things with his scent, purring when some Alpha around him is stressed, biting hands, wrists, cheeks. He shamelessly sits close to anyone and drenches them with his scent. He's much more tactile with everyone. He makes comfortable public-nesting spaces in gardens where he invites his youngest disciples (and Binghe, because how could he deprive Binghe of those experiences?! The poor boy is always hungry for affection, hugs, pats and bites more than any other disciple) to snuggle with him while purring and playing some music, just as Mobei Jun had explained that Omegas did with their pups so they could relax after long days-

(The other Peak Lords don't know if Shen Qingqiu has gone mad or is trying to court them all. They also don't want to risk asking and ruining whatever's going on.)

(Amidst all this, and instinctively, both Mobei Jun and Shen Qingqiu begin to see and feel like a pack. They give each other scented blankets, their scents are in their respective nests. There are new jewels among Shen Qingqiu's hair accessories, and new necklaces hanging over Mobei Jun's open necklines. They are a pack. Family of some strange and accidentally acquired kind. Even Shen Qingqiu relaxes in Mobei Jun's nest once while waiting for him due to an urgency among the rebellious demons - which almost causes Shang Qinghua to almost have a qi deviation when he sees him, comfortable in his king's nest just reading.)

(At some point, Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu reveal themselves to be transmigrants- and Shang Qinghua is laughing his fucking shit off, because now he has the explanation of everything, and he's definitely not going to tell him that the normal omega mode of demons is the omega-courtship-family mode of humans. Nope. He'll let Cucumber-bro figure it out for himself.)

[chronicallyleggless]

System origin blinkies!! (full pack)

ABSOLUTELY NO SYSCORSE!!

[sunderwight]

Scenario where Yue Qingyuan and Luo Binghe both pick up on and independently confirm for themselves, a few years into the matter, that Shen Qingqiu's soul has indeed been replaced with someone else's. But they have polar opposite reactions about it. Yue Qingyuan keeps trying to figure out how to get SJ back (alone, since it's nothing he can prove and also he sucks at asking for help), while Luo Binghe is doing everything in his power to make sure that Shen Qingqiu stays the new version or doesn't have his soul replaced again. The two of them each entirely unaware of the other's knowledge or actions, basically cancelling one another out.

Yue Qingyuan finds an item that should loosen the current occupant soul's hold on the body, potentially allowing Shen Jiu's soul to come to the fore again (if it's still in there somewhere) or regain control. Luo Binghe, around the same time, discovers a rare herb that is said to help reinforce the connection between the soul and the body, to help with individuals who have troubles with dissociation. Yue Qingyuan gifts the "rare artifact" and gets Shen Qingqiu to put it in his study, Luo Binghe mixes the herb into a medicinal tea and serves it to him every day. Net zero impact.

[solshii]

I LOVE YOU LIUSHEN NATION

i slept in a bad position so both my forearms hurt so i couldnt draw what i wanted to today ⛱️⛱️

[kiivg]

.please please please please please pl.

[laika-of-the-stars]

so many stuffies, so little space

[transosdd]

moobloom alter? masc + caretaker, maybe

𓎟𓎟 MOOBLOOM ALTER PACK .ᐟ

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 NAMES – moobloom , flower , wyatt , dallas , jasper , oak , bloom , forest , lake , cloud , field

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 AGE – 17

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 PRNS – he / they / it / flower / seed / sun / light / yellow / rain / dawn / dusk / sunset

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 GENDERS – masc-aligned , naturesoundic , mossgender , flowieeamic , flowerthing , sunsetcosmic , bloomboy , softpancakic , sunfieldgender , springadored , sweatercomfic

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ORIENTATION – aromantic-asexual

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 SPECIES – human / moobloom shapeshifter

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 CISIDS – brown hair , blue eyes , cow hybrid , shapeshifter , helpful , kind , floral scent , ADHD , easily scared , sensitive to loud noises

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 TRANSIDS – blonde , pixelamian , yellowamian , dyslexia , ARFID , HoH

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 PARAPHILIAS – 🌿 , 🍄 , ☔️ , 🧹 , 😇 , 👚

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ROLES – caretaker , soother

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 SOURCE – moobloom ; minecraft

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 COMMON OUTFITS – one , two , three , four

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 FAVORITE MUSIC – "rises the moon" , "for the first time" , "7 weeks & 3 days" , "falling for u" , "fairy fountain" ,"fool"

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 PERSONALITY – a serene and warm personality, radiating a gentle kindness wherever they go. they’re deeply connected to nature, finding joy in simple, peaceful moments, like tending to plants or basking in the sun. optimistic and lighthearted, they bring a sense of calm to those around them, always seeing beauty in the world. while they may seem dreamy or detached at times, they are thoughtful and grounded, with a quiet wisdom that comes from their deep connection to the earth. they avoid conflict, preferring harmony and cooperation, and are always ready to nurture both friendships and the environment around them. (MBTI : INFP)

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 EMOJI PROXIES – 🌻🐄 , 🌼🐄 , 🥛 , 🌿

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ART CREDITS – unknown for all three

[astrologysaysno]

[Hi, Hello, like 8 people wanted more of what I wrote about Strange Omega Qinghua so I guess I'm delivering on that]

[The Prequel]

To Shang Qinghua, scenting is a useless phenomena.

He understands it theoretically. It's the process in which an item is marked with the pheromones of an individual to indicate an underlying social context.

The problem is, he has no idea what it's actually like.

Despite his omega status for his secondary gender, he has never actually participated in the process. Being scent blind, the smell of pheromones is something he is unaffected by, and as something that's so key in the use of social interactions, it forces Shang Qinghua to really be able to understand other cues to give a tell on how things work.

For the major characters, he doesn't need a tell. He has wrote them down with painstaking detail, dedicating chapters and paragraphs and enough words that it would make a novel feel like a drabble in comparison. He can see the twitch in Liu Qingge's hand whenever he wants to hunt, the movement Shen Jiu's fan does when he's pissed, and the way Yue Qingyuan's smile becomes a little more lifeless whenever the Qing Jing Peak Lord passes him silently.

For the characters he didn't write, he sometimes fumble. He can't smell them sometimes when they hide their anger but after years of practice, he can tell when they're mad.

It was what made him advantageous when it came to deals. Though he could never tell when a merchant was happy with the deal or not, he would be unable to be intimidated by scent. The scent of particularly aggressive suppliers who uses their scent to pressure their business partners into agreeing to a more lucrative agreement find trouble with Shang Qinghua, he simply sits casually, as if the room that is heavily intoxicated with the scent of danger was only a figment of your imagination.

But scenting itself is an instinct, an instinct that Qinghua does not have. Sure, he can emit pheromones, but it's a rocky attempt at best, and uncontrollable at worst, with the scent of these pheromones coming out at random with no clear way to start or stop. Scenting is an intentional process that relies on a person's innate ability to imbue an object with the smell of them.

It's not like he can smell it anyway.

It's why, despite his Omega status, he has never shared his scent with other omegas. it would be impossible to properly practice normal omegaverse customs without the capabilities to do so.

In my idea of the Omegaverse, people give and mark their scents to each other regularly to indicate their belonging to a pack, whether it be something such as a family, or an organization like Cang Qiong. Many have tried to gift Shang Qinghua these in the form of pillowcases, robes, or accessories.

But ignorant to his own place in the world and the way people feel about him, he takes this as his role on An Ding to be inadvertently assigned as an outer disciple in charge of the laundry; and being charged with the task of becoming the Peak Lord of An Ding by the system, he swallow his pride to take it in stride, washing vigorously and returning them back to the person in pristine and sterile condition.

This has caused strain and even a punch to the face for Qinghua, with him wrongly assuming it was simply his destiny to be mistreated. Of course he's treated like dirt, ut's probably why he became a traitor in the first place. Time passes, and he slowly gets less and less of these gifts and continues his unprecedented distance to the people of his peak.

Maybe it was why it was so easy for the people in the caravan to throw him to the man who would one day be his demise, a sacrifice for a world that values the people of their pack so highly, that seems to place such a significant weight over protecting their own.

(He hears the whispers that pity him, that suspect him, that makes guesses on why he survived, all of which center around his distance. That the demon had came for Cang Qiong specifically and his detachment gave him an out to lie about his allegiance and pass himself off as a bystander who was just unfortunate enough to be there. He seems pitiful enough, why not let him live.)

Maybe it's also why Mobei-jun has such a hard time trusting him for so long. You would assume from a man that said he would dedicate his entire life to you, that he would give everything to be your servant, he would be unashamed in being part of your pack. That he would show a visible attempt at indicating that. Pride for your pack is important in such a territorial world.

He's grated that his subordinate seemingly refuses to show his loyalty by keeping his scent, that whatever he has marked will be scrubbed into sterility.

(Shang Qinghua was once asked by his fellow disciple what that scent was, and it clicked pretty fast that Mobei-jun was marking his things. He stays up late and scrubs and replaces everything regularly, praying that the system gives him a hand if it wants the plot to stay on course.)

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ LiMiNAL SPACES iD PACK 〰️

🏚️ ︵︵ REQUESTED BY NO ONE ᶻ 𝗓

🏚️ ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the liminal council , the surreal system , the eerie system/collective/etc. , the empty system/collective/etc. , the abandoned system/collective/etc. , the uncanny system/collective/etc. , the backrooms (system/collective/etc.) , the nostalgia system/collective/etc. , the dream system/collective/etc.

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : zero , void , noir(e)¹ , noiresse , noirette¹ , alice , adeline , agnes , amelia , beatrice , clara , eleanor , charlotte , margaret , agatha , daphne , lucy , jane , abigail , adelaide , albert , alexander , alfred , annabelle , archie , arthur , atticus , benjamin , benedict , nostalgette , nostalgesse , calvin , catherine , cecilia , clementine , daisy , dorothy , elizabeth , emily , ernest , evelyn , felicity , gideon , graham , harriet , hattie , hazel , henry , hugo , imogen , daze¹ , ivy , juliet , augustus , lulu , mabel , matilda , olive , oliver , olivia , penelope , phoebe , sophie , theodore , victoria , vivian , walter , odditie¹

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : liminal liminals , surreal surreals , eerie eeries , empty emptys , abandon abandons , uncanny uncannys , nostalgia nostalgias , dream dreams , zero zeros , void voids , null nulls , daze dazes , yellow yellows , backroom backrooms , dim dims , fog fogs , glitch glitchs , 🏚️ 🏚️s , 🌫️ 🌫️s , 🕳️ 🕳️s , 🗝️ 🗝️s , 🚪 🚪s , ❔ ❔s , ❓ ❓s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : glitchedreality , foggynostalgia , brokendreams , uncannyvoid , forgottenothingness , forgottennothingness

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the surreal one , prn who is surreal , the eerie one , prn who is eerie , the uncanny one , prn who is uncanny , prn who hides in (the depths of) the uncanny valley , prn who is lost in a dream , prn whose head is in the clouds , prn who is trapped , the unending terror

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : liminal space system , liminalbased

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : liminive

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : liminalgender , liminix , limspacegender , liminalic , liminalspaceic , liminalsnowic , poolroomic , limineontheaterive / limineotheive , unfatholiminal , seiorea , liminalspacestalgic , natatoliraifortic , limingrassybeachroomive / limgrberoive , parkgaraliminix , infiniteakea , liminredglowneighborhoodive / limredgloborive , weirdthing , weirdcoric , dreamcoric , weirdiscomfix , liminalpoolgender , limindoorpondive / limindoponive , liminclosedairyaisleive / limclosedaive , perinul , snowlimcoric , cliproomic , liminalsnowmasc , limneonstairwellive / limnestaweive , liminaquic , weirdcattic , weirdpuppic , weirdbunnic , liminalforestic , abanadductix , liminvoidmasc , crypfrustra , bedroomliminix , hallwayliminix , hotelliminix , houseliminix , malliminix , storeliminix , poolliminix , playgroundliminix , schoolliminix , videogameliminix , liminalpoweric , liminalnucleic , distortic , limisanglitchic , liminalxirasic , horrormossic , liminalnostalgic , backroomsgender , līmenriutal , liminalost , darkliminalspaceic , valicanic , kidliminalic , abandosubwaybodiment , limideathiv , liminalcameraic , liminaldollic

[PT: liminal spaces id pack. requested by no one. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

[the-bah-nebula]

We are the BAH Nebula, here for all of your system building needs. What kind of system building blog are we? A headmate/system pack blog who will do almost any request, with almost no limitations! This blog has two owners, who will both introduce themselves below!

Please be sure to include in your request whether you want transIDs and/or paras.

Owner 1:

Hello! We are the Heavenly Dove System.

We are not radqueer ourselves, but we are not anti-rq! We will do transIDs and paras in packs ONLY if you request them. We will do any source for alter packs, though it may take us a while to research on the specific character(s).

We will do single headmate packs (any source or nonsourced) or full system/subsystem packs (minimal sources/mostly brainmade).

Owner 2:

HIHI!!!! We r. the goop system!!!!! U can call me Kane tho :3

We're rq!!!! Sometimes Charlie might talk on here/ do a req if he wants to but he's still quite new so don't expect much from him soon!! I can do fictives, brainmades, factives, and all that stuff!!! our fav sources are mcyt, south park, and danganronpa!! sooo if u req something from any of those it'll probably get done by me!! Just like owner 1 we will only do paras and transids if asked!!

Individual mod signoff banners:

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Bug -

[earthsparked]

So you want to join the coterie, huh? And you want to know what you're getting yourself into.

You know I can’t take sides in command arguments, captain, you gently remind Rodimus for the fifth time this week. I have to honor my obligation to the entire crew.

Rodimus shoots you his best look that says “I’m very sad and betrayed despite having been the one to sign your contract in which this is stated,” and goes back to arguing with Megatron and Ultra Magnus.

Privately you think Megatron is in the right on this issue. Tragic realization: the mech who tried to murder your entire species on several occasions, actually has good leadership skills and knows what he’s doing. But when Rodimus manages to wheedle Magnus into seeing things his way, you can only sigh and double check that your little bag of tricks stored in your utility scraplet, Scrappy, is fully stocked.

It’s going to be one of those days.

It’s not all roaming the galaxy having fun. Sure, there’s plenty of that. You're going to see wonders that human eyes have never seen before. But it’s a lot more, too.

You wriggle backwards out of Brainstorm and Perceptor's mystery machine. You're covered in thick, black grease that’s making your skin itch; they didn't think to check for skin-safety before asking you to crawl into it and fix some finicky little part. You scramble to your feet, a stained shop towel in one hand and a half-used can of solvent in the other. The fumes in the enclosed space are making you a little high.

You kick the access hatch shut and stand back. Go on, Percy, try it now.

Perceptor frowns as the machine whirrs to life, but the screen still throws off an error message. You sigh and shake your head. Your sensitive ears that always made you hate the hum of ceiling lights and refrigerators, are telling you something still isn’t right.

Kill it, I can hear the pitch is still off. Fine, I’ll just take the whole damn gear assembly apart!

Don't touch any of the exposed wires! You'll undo all my work! Brainstorm demands. And adds, belatedly, Also it'll kill you. Why don't you humans have any decent insulation? Terrible design. I could do better if I created a species in my recharge.

You don't think you want to hear where this is going. Grabbing your tools, you crawl back in the mystery machine.

Don't worry about learning mechanical stuff, earth's systems are completely different to their engineering anyway. Besides, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never held a blowtorch in your life, you’ll pick the skills up along the way. A flexible mind and willingness to learn are the only real criteria for any potential coterie member.

You spring out in front of the big blue mech, making him very nearly step on you with one of his birdlike feet. You know he won’t - for all his jokes, there’s not a mech on this ship that would knowingly hurt you. (Knowingly being the operative word.)

I know what I smelled, Whirl. There’s no disguising it. You have a coolant leak. You got some of that guy’s windshield stuck under your plating when you threw him across the bar, didn’t you? And it’s punctured a line.

His single optic narrows in an expressive glare. So what, Crunchy? Why do you care? Move or I’m gonna have more than glass stuck in my mesh.

He slowly and pointedly brings his foot down toward you, humming the Jeopardy! theme music. You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow higher and higher the closer his foot gets, not moving. When it’s just within reach, you make a wild leap, grab for a safe handhold, and hang on for dear life. Whirl shrills an arpeggio of startled mech curses and tries to shake you off, but you cling like a burr.

If you don’t treat it, it’s going to get worse! It’s either me or Ratchet, Whirlybird, and I don’t throw things! I don't care that you got in a fight, I don't - whoa, watch the wall! - I just want you to not be in pain!

He decides after a few attempts that this is a fun game. You’re dizzy as hell by the time he announces Eight seconds! Fine, cowboy, if you want to be inside me THAT badly.

You roll your eyes and somehow manage not to lose your lunch as he sets his foot down and lets you climb off. Scrappy opens his mouth, letting you pull out your gloves and pliers from one of his compartments. You dig out the shards of glass and patch up his coolant line, feeling relieved as you wrap the punctures and clean away the dried coolant. Having one of your mechs hurt always bothers you.

Yeah, you’re gonna make the best friends you’ve ever had. The kind you’d do anything for. And I do mean, anything. They really overplay the whole "humans will pack bond with anything" stuff a little too much, because they don't quite get how our relationships work. But eventually you will find yourself pulling on wells of strength you didn't even know you had, doing things you never thought yourself capable of. Not for yourself, but for them.

You spit a mouthful of blood onto alien ground and try not to let the glowering mech see you shake. Adrenaline or fear, does it matter which? What matters is Tailgate’s down, hurt and in stasis. You got banged up, too, and stayed behind to guard him while the rest of the landing team pushed through the fighting. They wouldn't have left you or him if they'd thought any of the enemy mechs were still in this quadrant. But this one stomped out of the swirling fog, a hulking shape bristling with combat readiness.

He’s big, but so fucking what? You’ve been passed in the halls by mechs much scarier than this guy.

You flip the safety off your weapon - almost too big for you, but barely a pea shooter to a full-sized mech. At your side, Scrappy hisses and snarls, clacking his sharp metal teeth in threat. Just because he's been altered not to eat metal at random, doesn't mean he can't when given permission.

You're supposed to be a non-combatant, untouchable and marked as such by the coterie patch on your shoulder. At worst, you can be held hostage until your ship pays a ransom. But playing by those rules means standing aside and letting this guy do whatever the hell he wants to one of your mechs.

You glance at Tailgate and your heart hurts. When did this ten-foot-tall alien robot start to look so small and vulnerable to you?

Your eyes blur with furious, worried tears, before fixing on the approaching enemy. You step forward, as if your tiny body can shield the wounded mech lying behind you.

Whatever you came here for, you spit as more blood drips down your chin, you’re leaving without it. Go conjunx a belt sander, you torqueless wonder.

But it gets real when you get to the point where you understand, they’d do anything for you, too.

You’ve been cold forever. Can’t remember ever being warm. The endless white snows of the polar icecap of this godforsaken planet you’d come to investigate, was going to be the last thing you saw. One wrong step and the snowbank had collapsed, dumping you into a subterranean cavern. You’re trapped, alone, hypothermic. Your emergency transponder broken. You'd left your pet scraplet behind out of fear his thin armor wouldn't protect him against the cold. You're never going to see the little guy again.

Without him or the transponder, your mechs are never going to find you here. You’re never going to see earth again. They'll just add your name to the coterie's wall of remembrance, and some other human will be on your ship, caring for your mechs. You hope they'll understand how special they all are. That they'll learn Rung needs a listening ear sometimes, and Roddy's boasting often hides his insecurities, and Ratchet's got a soft spark under all that grumbling...

You think you’re hallucinating when you hear the voice. Wait. Is that a heat signature - it is! Hey, captains! We found them! Over here!

A few minutes or hours or ages later and Brainstorm, upside-down, lowers through the hole in the crust above. You blink muzzily. ‘m on the ceiling…?

Powerful hands pick you up, and you’re ascending. You don’t remember much after that, except the feel of being surrounded by titans that cared enough to come back. You came back for me.

Rodimus, warmest of them all, carries you to the ship himself. Tucked inside his armor, out of the wind and ice. Nestled right by his spark chamber. You dream of being pure energy, or of being wrapped in pure energy, or that you're one of two waves of energy dancing together with the joy of being alive. In a place where size doesn't matter, and metal and flesh don't matter, because deep down you're more alike than dissimilar.

You're as much theirs, as they are yours.

I wish I could tell you what to expect, but no one has the exact same experience. Not even within the same cohort. It’s going to be unlike anything you imagine it could be. Every day's going to bring new discoveries, new dreams. Sometimes, new nightmares. It's a big universe, and humans haven't even scratched the surface of what's out there. For better, or for worse.

The crate rattles again. Your breathing is loud inside your exo-suit. This bay is kept pressurized, but barely climate-controlled, and close to the ship's heat sinks so it's scorching hot in here.

Scrappy's cameras are transmitting every move you make to the mechs crowded around the monitors on the bridge. You've turned off audio, because between the scientists' incessant arguing and Swerve's fretting over you going into Cargo Hold 3 alone, you weren't able to pay proper attention to your surroundings.

Rattle-rattle. Shake. That container weighs several tons. It's bouncing around like it's a bouncy castle full of elementary schoolers.

No oxygen. Movement. It could be a scraplet infestation. Easily dealt with, for you. Which is why you're here and the mechs are on the bridge, or in lockdown in their quarters.

It could be scraplets. Intuition tells you it's not.

You touch the side of your helmet to activate your mic. Where did you say we picked this up from, again?

The arguing in the background dims as Ultra Magnus answers, disapprovingly, The records for the cargo manifest have been...misfiled. Ergo, we don't know.

You can see him in your mind's eye, glaring at Rodimus. Misfiled? More like Roddy lost them in the skyscraper stack of datapads in his office. If he didn't just set it down somewhere and forget where he put it. Can mechs have ADHD? Would some strategies that work for humans, be helpful for him? A thought to pursue at another time, when you're not maybe about to be eaten by a monster.

You click the mic back off before you can get drawn into the new argument that's starting over the co-captain's lack of organizational skills. And step closer to the shaking crate. No markings that you can read. No packing list on the outside. Does it look a little banged up? Rusted? Or is it the shaky light from Scrappy's headlamp as he hides behind your legs, making it look like that?

Every horror movie you've ever watched at Swerve's on movie night, comes back to haunt you. The aliens out in the dark have their own legends and myths. Some of them, you've learned the hard way, aren't only legends or myths.

Sweat drips into your eyes. Fuck it.

Are you going to play nice, or am I going to kick your ass off my ship?

You slam the augmented crowbar home and pry the lid off –

That's all I can say, really. The rest is up to you. Good luck. Maybe I'll see you out here in the stars. Lost Light ship's human, signing off.

[chronicallyleggless]

System origin blinkies pt. 2!!! (Full pack)

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