#thank you for the ask spector_author!!

[realitysperception]

Heya, Spector_Author here.

Reality is being nice and letting my type this chapter update myself. Feels right as this is the final chapter for Comparing Scales and some life stuff is going to be happening at the end of this week. We're both gonna be really busy.

It's been a lot of fun typing out Comparing Scales, seeing the characters grow and whatnot. I"m also really looking forward to the stories I have on the back burner for the Island series. I'll put the rough plans I have under a cut in case anyone wants to ask for a specific one.

Anyway, thanks for reading my story!

Theres Birds of a Feather: with two new characters, a birdman Fredrick, and a lizardman who has a sort of name now. Going to be steamy and angsty because they have feelings but no pictured transformation.

Cast Away: Staring on the robot Tim and The0 and how they came to live on the island. Slow transformation. This one is going to be my asexual fic, so no clanging.

Brave Depths: Another new character. An octopus girl hidden/stranded in the ocean tunnels under the island, slow transformation but not smutty/not really smutty (Might happen I dunno)

All of these will be written eventually, but if you want to know more about one, give Reality a shout on here and they'll pass the message on to me!

She's done it again, the Island series is continuing with another chapter of Comparing Scales. And I quote "I put this one overtop boiling water to make it steamy!"

Tag warning apply.

[equivocaleternity]

Heya, my friend Spector_Author likes your works but she's a little shy. She was wondering about Deadlock/Mirage with "Hide and Seek"?

Mirage wasn’t just good at what he did, he was the best. He was untraceable, untrackable, a shadow, a ghost, and it wouldn’t matter if that Primus forsaken excuse of a sniper didn’t stop covering the entire fragging room with blaster fire, that was cheating. How in the name of the Guiding Hand had he not run out of ammo yet?

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Eyo, my friend Spector_author barraged my phone last night with an idea for your Hazformers. "What if the reason team prime is in hell and demonized is all spark fragment got lodged inside a (hell?) spell book?" Then I got bugged to ask you about it.

We both think your art and writing is hella neat. It's a delight to see on my dashboard.

Omgomgomgomg, now I need to design them as demons!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩

And thanks!!! 😃😃😃😃

[realitysperception]

Eeeeee! This is very cool. Think I accidentally asked the wrong blog but it came out awesomely spooky and eerie, and with Halloween around the corner it's perfect.

Spector_author also says Hi and thank you so much for writing out her idea. She loves it.

Heyo, for the plot summary thing Spector_author had this idea and she wanted me to share it with you:

For combiners, Gestalt coding is supposed to look out and protect the gestalt itself, going as far as to subconsciously influence members to get along or in the extreme cut out members who destabilize the bond.

The Stunticon coding starts realizing Motormaster is harming the gestalt and starts looking for possible new members in both factions. Shenanigans.

Sounds neat if you'd like to take a stab at it.

I wish you would write a fic where…

I dunno that this particular exploratory snippet ended up necessarily adult, but it was a fun idea to play with and since it was over on this particular sideblog, I figured why not go at least a bit dark. Tell Spector_author hi, btw!

I didn't get to the shenanigan-based searching part in this longish snippet, but that could be fun in a longer piece, especially with a different mood.

Content warning: implied murder

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Four pairs of red optics glowed in the dark room of the recharge quarters the Stunticons were assigned.

Menasor had been... troubled for some time now.

Most of his components knew that.

Except for one.

The one that sowed the bulk of the discord.

Motormaster, sleeping calmly on his preferred slab in their shared barracks, terrorized them all.

Menasor had always struggled to keep his emotions under control, but Motormaster was the worst contributor to the disharmony of the whole. The other components obeyed him only out of fear for violent cruelty. The fear that echoed through Menasor's combined processors whenever he was whole had become too much strain to bear.

The main obstacle to... solving the problem was that Menasor, as a cohesive thought, a complete being, only existed briefly, whenever all of his components were combined. When the pieces separated, he didn't exactly... cease to be, but he slept and dreamed.

Five separate dreams, in which he whispered to the shattered pieces of himself.

It was just that one of the pieces had stopped... belonging, like a familiar limb that no longer felt right, a necrotic limb ready for amputation.

The dreaming, however, was the only way he could isolate his components.

Drag Strip. Wildrider. Dead End. Breakdown.

All given the whispers of the gestalt, all pieces of Menasor acting at his behest to protect himself, to protect them all, knew exactly what had to be done. They would have been too afraid alone, separate, without Menasor to unite them and remind them of their strength in numbers.

Knives in hand, it would be a simple task between the four of them.

Menasor could find a new component. He and his pieces would grieve the loss of a portion of themselves and then crave the understanding of combining again. They would find someone who could fill the void and if they could not, perhaps, the void would be better than the terror.