#transformers blast off

[punk-rockrz]

[siberat]

all finished. Finally! Have a steam punk themed blast off. 2 days to spare.

[kell-eramis]

post onslaught/ajax analysis please

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I wanted to do it justice so I reread the tragedy, but basically Ajax is a figure in Greek Mythology who is present in the Trojan War and Iliad, and his titular tragedy, Ajax, originally written by Sophocles. (He’s also in Odysseus’ katabasis in the Odyssey) He’s considered the second strongest (next to Achilles), and is an extremely competent soldier.

Ajax’s tragedy takes place after a contest of who should take Achilles’ armor after his death—Menelaus and Agamemnon give it to Odysseus, the only other candidate. Ajax is incredibly angry about this, and wishes to slaughter Menelaus, Agamemnon, and Odysseus in particular. Athena clouds his vision, and he instead kills animals taken from Troy to be divided up amongst the men. Upon finding out what he has done, the other Greeks see it as a transgressive crime, and upon returning to lucidity Ajax becomes despondent, not seeing a way to live in a peaceful world after this, and kills himself.

Ultimately, Ajax’s story, and other ancient works like The Iliad, The Odyssey, and the Oresteia, represent a shift in the Athenian conscious of constant war and battle, where a person’s strength is based on their glory, to one of sophistry and wisdom, of a democracy. Figures like Ajax and Achilles die because their characters are prominent heroes, claiming great glory for themselves and their men, but that is no longer what Athens is. They cannot survive in a “peaceful” world. Odysseus, on the other hand, who represents a more “rational” and moderate perspective, makes a journey to go from the Odysseus that fights in Troy, to the Odysseus that fights for his family upon his return to Ithaca.

Now, moving on to Onslaught: Onslaught in Phase 2 (especially Till All Are One), is someone who can’t move on from the war. Whose purpose for millions of years was to fight, and he did this well! What then, is there, as she transitions from someone incredibly respected in wartime, to someone who he and his comrades are barely scraping by? Megatron has left her and her cause, Galvatron was… Galvatron, and Starscream both betrayed them and killed Swindle! Unable to cope in a peaceful world, he strives for purpose—for another war, and sets her eyes on Starscream. Where he was an excellent fighter, she is now cast to the side by the old faction leaders and the new Cybertronian leaders.

In the beginning of Till All Are One, we see Onslaught decide to refuse to ingratiate himself into the new peaceful society, choosing instead to hunt down Swindle, not for justice, but to use her to get at Starscream. To bring her Cybertron crumbling down, and find purpose in a new fight. Those who Starscream refers to as "monsters"--those who find purpose in conflict and feel lost without it, Brawl and Vortex, go along with this, and Blast Off, whose purpose isn't to fight, who has been trying to help the others persist in this society without Swindle, is the only one reluctant to do so. He knows Onslaught 1. needs a purpose 2. gets fixated on a conflict/an enemy and 3. is lost during peace time.

This focus, exacerbated by anti Starscream protests and Rattrap's leaks, culminates in Onslaught and the other Combaticons combining into Bruticus, with one goal: to burn everything. This is seen as a transgressive act of violence, to figures such as Blast Off's peers from Ironhide's new security program, and to colonists, who've for the most part only known peace. This is a similar act to Ajax's slaughter of the animal trophies from Troy. Both Iacon and the animals are the results of the fighting both Ajax and Onslaught did, and excelled in, but as a transition to peace occurs in both settings, Ajax and Onslaught, unable to cope with being left behind by it, destroy those results, or try to. Everyone is horrified by it, further pushing these characters away, so they can't adjust to peacetime.

Afterwards, Starscream, who also can't adjust to peace time and is looking for any form of power to hold onto in case war happens once again (whether it be with one of the colonies, or Optimus, or Decepticons, or Sentinel Prime, or Unicron), (remind me to talk about this also at some point) convinces Blast Off to help deceive the other Combaticons to be loyal to her. Blast Off does this to help Onslaught not destroy himself in pursuit of conflict and vengeance, but Starscream is once more using Onslaught as a soldier. And ultimately, at the end of Till All Are One, once Starscream confesses to his crimes, Onslaught and the other Combaticons are also sent to jail, and aren't mentioned again, left behind because they no longer served as soldiers.

I personally like to think that 1. they survive through Unicron 2. they are able to live better lives post Unicron, and 3. Blast Off and the other Combaticons (including Onslaught) do make up (I still need to read Escape Velocity...). I don't think any of this is easy, but to me phase 2 is about hope, about being able to embrace the peace they were all fighting for, and find their place in and with each other, especially as Onslaught and the others have their gestalt bond. This doesn't take away from the fact that Onslaught, to me, is very Ajax-coded, but rather that he, through people like Blast Off and the other Combaticons, are able to be given the chances and the love that someone like Ajax didn't have, having dishonored himself in a world that he saw as still prioritizing honor and glory above everything.

[siberstudios]

Here is a second in the series Robots; in dresses. Blast Off got engaged. Gee I wonder to who? ;)

[squeakysauce]

dumb lil drawing i did for @mr-miss-anonymous

[frankenwolf1564]

BIG gallery this week of a BIG bot! Mastermind Creations/Ocular Max Assaultus! AKA the Combaticons, AKA Bruticus, AKA one big bad battling dudicus! With a guest appearance from Kingdom Core Class Starscream. I still absolutely love all of these guys, and the final combined mode is just a sight to behold. Can't recommend them enough. I'm looking forward to their Constructicons as well, though I am a bit torn between that set and the SS86 ones... decisions, decisions! oh no there are too many good toys woe is me

[tfdaycare]

Springer and the Maltos rescued some sparklings from these horrid sparkling trafficking rings a few weeks ago. They’re all a bit skittish and many of them are now missing their precious beans as the Maltos call them. If you plan on adopting either of them, please be mindful that their hands and pedes probably still hurt.

The ones missing their beans are being treated and soothed, but they’re all so jumpy still. One of them won’t leave the Pesticon room and throws a tantrum if we try to move him.

[ultracreativelywritten]

This is a bit of a strange request, but whenever you get around can you do a prompt of swindle and his struggles with greed, one that’s affecting his mental and physical health, even hygiene and the rest of the combacticons notice?

Swindle’s frame shook as he started his recount of his stock. Something was missing, there was something off with his stock. A simple count would fix the the problem. He had a few cycles before his next buyer was supposed to come in, more than enough time to make sure that everything was there.

___________

Onslaught shook his helm as he saw Swindle’s frame shaking heavily, his normally perfectly polished frame was dull. The Gestalt leader could feel the uneasiness and anxiety of his mate.

“He’s been in there for two cycles,” Blast Off said, “I don’t think he recharged at all during that time.”

“Do you think he forgot that he sold a blaster two and a half cycles again?” Vortex asked.

“I think he needs a new datapad that syncs up with his sales datapad.” Onslaught growled, “Brawl, help me grab him.”

“Got it boss!” Brawl said. The two carefully and quietly made there way over to their panicking gestalt mate. Swindle didn’t notice them until the two mechs lifted the yellow mech up.

“Unhand me!” Swindle yelled as he kicked about, “Let me go!”

“Nope,” “Vortex teased, “not until you look at this!” The helicopter held up Swindle’s sales datapad. As Swindle read, he calmed down.

“Everything’s there,” Swindle said softly, “I didn’t miscount.”

“No you didn’t,” Onslaught said, “now let’s go get some recharge.”

“I have a sale soon,” Swindle muttered, optics shuttering off and on. “I have to get ready.”

“You can get ready after recharge,” Onslaught said as Brawl let go of his gestalt mate. Before Swindle could drop to the floor, his gesalt leader collected him and hoisted the con mech over his shoulder.

“Group nap!” Vortex giggled as the members of Bruticus left the storage container.

[caffeinehevsuit]

Transformers + HLVRAI doodles !!

I can't draw Cybertronians for scrap so all of them r drawn in a silly manner

[keferon]

Guys. Hear me out.

Remember when in Cyberverse everyone got their minds transferred into fake artificial digital simulation of an infinite fucking parade while their bodies were imprisoned? Now. Imagine Shockwave trying to pull that kind of move on First aid.

Under the cut:)

First aid feels wrong.

Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not nausea from drugs or weird withdrawals after neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion.

It feels like he's a lab mouse running through a maze.

There's the cheese. There's the electric shocks. There's no way out and never has been.

He thinks it might be the fault of Pharma's new drug. Or his fucking pilot position is finally eating away at him, or Vortex is finally done playing with him and just broke his brain.

There are people running around him, each of whom definitely knows what their place is and where they need to go. Everyone has a purpose and a position and some important job to do. They hardly even talk to each other, just nod and run on.

Amazing synchronization.

First..Felix feels like a kid lost in the mall.

He has. He has to do something, right? What does he need to do? Fuck. What day is today anyway?

He heads over to the schedule board and stares at it like an idiot for a couple minutes. It's Tuesday. The work day is in full swing. All the shifts are here. But he doesn't recognize the names of the employees. All the pilots are accounted for, but his name isn't on their list.

Must be a mistake?

He turns away from the board and looks around the room once more, this time more carefully. He just needs to find someone to ask. Preferably someone familiar.

He can’t recognise anyone.

The feeling of strangeness doesn't get any less.

The uniforms on the people around him are similar. But not the same.

The badges are all another color.

And he's surprised by this, but at the same time some part of his brain tells him that it's all familiar and he's seen it before.

“.... then I thought, we could do something different, you know?”

Felix flinches as Swindle and Onslaught walk past him. They are clearly in the middle of some sort of discussion and don't notice Felix staring at them.

Swindle is wearing a pilot's suit. Onslaught is wearing one, too.

Screw the weird schedule. THIS is wrong.

Onslaught frowns, but when he opens his mouth there's a strange amused respect in his tone

“You slippery eel.”

Swindle smiles. His smile, Felix notices, is not the same at all. He doesn't look like an actor from a commercial. He looks like a worn-out but proud of himself man.

It's wrong, but he's seen it before, it's strange but it's familiar. He wants to go up to Swindle and ask what's going on. He wants to understand the damn schedule. He wants to...

…

First Aid feels wrong.

Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not the nausea from the drugs or the weird withdrawals after a neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion.

It feels like being a lab mouse running through a maze.

You got the cheese. And here's the electric shocks. No escape. Never has been.

It's all the same.

He's not sure where he's going. Everyone around him seems very busy. Running about their own business, not paying attention to him and--

What is he supposed to do? He can't remember what day of the week it is. Shit. Is it Tuesday? He can't remember.

Does he need to find a schedule?

Everything feels weird.

By the schedule board, he almost crashes into Swindle.

“...You realize, if we can both get out of this shit, we can get others out too.”

Onslaught...still looking strange in his pilot suit instead of his usual uniform. Swindle pokes him in the side with his elbow as they both walk past Felix, completely ignoring him

“You just. Think about it. Even if you can't fire Offy from the pilots, you can at least free him from these disgusting experiments.”

Felix wants to go over and say hello. Politely and unobtrusively. And also kindly ask, “what the hell, boss?”

But you see it every day, his brain tells him. Have you forgotten?

It makes him feel wrong.

Here's the board, here's the schedule, just lift your stupid head up and see what you're supposed to be doing.

He looks at the board. It's Tuesday. It's dumb sheets that don't have his name on them. He wants to go up to Swindle, he should go up to Swindle, right?

…

It's all wrong, but it's a new kind of wrong. It's not from drugs or neural connection. And it's almost certainly not a concussion.

He's feeling.... hell, what day of the week is it? Tuesday right? He looked at the blackboard yesterday.

He stops. And makes a titanic effort to concentrate the jelly his head is now filled with instead of his brain.

Today is Tuesday because?...because yesterday was Tuesday? And the day before that, too? This is some kind of trippy shit, not a broken neural connection….

He's not looking for the schedule. He's seen the schedule a million times and he knows what's gonna be on it.

He's not sure where he's even going. The layout of the base is different. Not much, but enough to confuse him. He's still stubbornly checking out every familiar place he can find.

He doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't.

He still doesn't see a single damn familiar face.

Ambulon's gone, Pharma's disappeared somewhere too. No Tailgate or Wheeljack anywhere to be seen. And the layout is a little different and all the badges are the wrong color and Felix can't even read what's written on them because every time he tries all the letters blend into an indistinguishable blur.

He's trying to talk to someone. Anyone. But everyone either brushes him off or straight up ignores him. It's like he's a ghost or a lunatic or all of the above.

Everything is so familiar, but at the same time it isn't and his brain frantically clings to the last possibly familiar thing.

Vortex. He needs to find Vortex.

Even if it is him who is going insane and not everyone around him. Vortex is insane in his own, unique way, but he won't ignore him. He may get a good laugh, but it's still better than blindly poking around every corner by himself.

First Aid feels wrong.

Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not nausea from drugs or weird withdrawals after neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion....

He snaps at himself. NO. Hell no.

Vortex. He needs to find Vortex.

The hangar looks surprisingly dark. The people look unfamiliar. And another schedule board beckons him to come over and check to see if it really is Tuesday, but he ignores everything and heads straight for his Mech.

Vortex hasn't changed a bit. Even the radius at which people avoid him is exactly the same.

And looking at him doesn't give Felix that fucking sense of wrongness.

He sees Vortex a lot. He just knows it. The thought is natural, in contrast to the others. That's good, that... It may sound strange, but Vortex is the most normal thing he can perceive right now.

He feels like he's grown little wings. His feet carry him up to the open cockpit and he barely notices the steps beneath him.

Vortex is here and he will understand and even if he doesn't, at least he won't ignore him. Vortex gets bored too quickly so he never minds distractions, no matter how absurd and...weird..they…

Huh…

Felix almost climbs into the cockpit, but freezes, right on the way in.

It's empty.

He crashes into that realization like an invisible wall.

The cockpit.... is clean.

It doesn't smell of chemicals or scrubbing agent. There are no thin streaks of old browned blood in the seams and crevices. There are no dents or stains on the edge of the visor.

The cameras are dead still and the screens are off.

There's no smell of stale blood or decay.

There's no one here.

But the back of his neck still tingles with the sensation of someone else's eyes staring at him.

“The fuck do you think you're doing?“

First Aid flinches startled and turns around.

There is a pilot standing a few feet away from him with a cigarette in his hand.

“..I’m..”

“I wouldn't stand there if I were you” smiles the stranger eying him with a suspiciously bloodthirsty smile “those things are glitchy as fuck. Might chop off something important.”

First Aid continues to stand just under the open visor. Maybe it's surprise or maybe he's too used to the idea that Vortex won't cut him in half. The pilot in front of him looks.... geez, where has he seen him???

Has he ever seen him at all? That green suit looks awfully familiar.

And the voice. There should be more mechanical notes in that voice, First Aid thinks. It should have more static and reverb and squeaks and rumbles and clicks and that quiet hum that sounds when the cockpit systems are turned on...

First Aid jumps off the Mech.

“Vortex...?”

The pilot casts him only a slightly surprised look at first, but a moment later recognition flares in his eyes.

“What the fuck....AID??”

First Aid instantly takes a swing and punches him in the face hard enough to send him wiping the dust on the floor.

“You!!!”

“Ha,” says Vortex from the floor. “Hahahahah ooooh Do it again! ”

First Aid kicks him. Vortex laughs like he's been told the world's happiest joke.

He sounds…alive. Alive and human and there’s no metal in his voice and

“What the fuck?”

Vortex stops laughing, but still doesn't get up off the floor

“What's the last thing you remember?”

First Aid still does nothing but stare at Vortex stunned. The human Vortex. Victor? Shit

“Until Tuesday, you mean?”

Vortex hums

”Till Tuesday.”

What was before Tuesday?

Another Tuesday. And another and another and another and another.

Someone from downstairs bangs loudly on the railing and berates Vortex for a safety violation, ordering him to put his cigarette away.

Vortex points his middle finger down somewhere and throws the cigarette over the railing.

Oh god. Oh shit.

First Aid swallows nervously.

“Shockwave...he used something...to control you-Mech...I mean. He did something, I think. I remember I couldn’t move couldn’t do anything. And now I’m in this hhhhplace? I don’t really recognise it.”

Vortex twitches the corner of his mouth and finally rises from the floor.

“Well I do.”

He looks like he is sick, First Aid thinks. He looks sick and he looks human and he has arms and legs and eyes and that stupid curly strand of dark hair sticking out from under his helmet and the dark eye bags.

“The bastard made up some sort of dumpster to transfer your consciousness in while he does shit to your body.”

First Aid clenches his hands together

“But there were two of us in the neural connection. And it took two of us to transfer here too...”

It suddenly dawns on him

“Wait. This base, these, everything. This is what the Mech project looked like in your time?? And Swindle and Onslaught and the staff is different and...”

Vortex raises his eyebrows smugly.

“...Here you are ...you're a human...” finishes First Aid.

Vortex pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

From somewhere below, a loud angry bang is heard again

“Tex, you bastard stop smoking in here.”

“Fuck you, Off,” Vortex yells back.

Then shrugs his shoulders

“I've always been human. No matter how hard Shockwave and his science shithole try to change that.”

He holds out an opened pack to First Aid

“Want some?”

First Aid feels awful. Terrible as if from the drugs, terrible as if from the neural connection. Terrible as if he had a concussion times two.

But Vortex is here and Vortex believes him and even if it turns out they're the ones who are crazy and not the world around them, at least they're crazy together.

First Aid takes a cigarette

“Thanks...”

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Previous

[punk-rockrz]

Uuauajj uauuj uhhm uhhu been chipping at designs for a fancont idea that im never talkign abour openly.

Constructicons here

[siberat]

Kissing Lessons

so, Blast Off wants his upcoming date with Onslaught to be the best possible…he just needs some help with one aspect… poor vortex got suckered into helping. Hints at on/off. Silly humor.

“You promised, Tex!” Blast Off pouted as he stomped a pede and thrust clenched fists to his hips. “I completed your chores this morning!”

“I had NO clue that you would need this kinda help!” Vortex spat, holding his servos up as he took a few steps back. “It’s not fair!”

“Not fair? You going back on your word! Vortex, please!!!” The shuttle's face twisted in his plea. He really needed this help! “There’s only so much online tutorials will help…”

Vortex looked as if he was glancing at a horde of unruly, filthy kids. “Ah man, come on Blasty…. For real?”

“Oh my gawd, Tex, I’m serious here!” Blast Off desperately took another step forward, trapping the other member against the wall. “You’re the only one I can come to with this! You just gotta help me!”

“Okay! Okay,” Vortex caved, scared at how persistent the shuttle became. “Slag, it’s my lucky day, huh?”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” His hands flapped as a joyous tip-toe dance was performed.

“Calm yourself there, buddy. And give me some space. You’re suffocating me here.” Vortex relaxed a smidge as the other stepped back. “Now, just why do you need to do this?”

“Onslaught and I are going on a date tonight, and I just don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Well, I doubt that’s possible with your over-enthusiasm.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nevermind. So, you need to learn how to kiss, huh?” Of all the things his geslaltmates could need assistance with… kissing was not on the list. Primus, this was so awkward!

“Yes! I don’t want to disappoint-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got that. You really think Onslaught has much experience?”

“What do you mean? Who wouldn’t wanna make out with him?” The brown and purple mech tilted his helm.

“Me. But whatever.” Vortex huffed. “Ok, so… let’s see what you got.”

The helicopter leaned in, lips slightly puckered, and was greeted with something wet jabbing at his lips. The grossness of this caused him to jump back. “What the slag?” Opening his optics, he caught Blast Off staring at him with his tongue out.

“Aw man, Blast off, what the fuck was that?”

“I’m kissing you… like in those romance holovids-“

“You don’t just shove your tongue everywhere! You gotta work your way up to that!” The teal mech shook his helm- just what did he get himself into? “Got it?” Once the other nodded yes, the pair went at it again.

This time, their lips pressed together, gently rubbing against each other. However, the shuttle's lips were so wet and slimy that saliva smeared everywhere as if he were consuming a tasty hard candy. 

“Hmmnnggg….” Vortex balked, pulling his helm away again, breaking off strands of saliva. “Aww gawd!” His servo quickly wiped the wetness away from his lips and cheeks. “Blast Off! What the hell?”

“What? What am I doing so wrong?”

“It felt as if you kissed me with a mouth full of energon!” The flier gagged. “Swallow your spit before going in for a kiss! That was gross…”

“S…sorry!” Blast Off’s optics turned to shaky, wide orbs as he wiped his lips. “I’ll do better! I promise- just please…. Can we try again?”

“Fine…. Just… don’t slobber all over me…” He rolled his optics and reluctantly leaned in for another kiss. Thank Primus it wasn’t wet. Or have a tongue stabbing at his mouth like a movie maniac killing their victim. This time, those lips gently slid against his, mimicking the actions he did. And when the kiss deepened slightly, Vortex peeked at the other.

And was met with open optics.

“Gahh…” Vortex startled. 

“What now?” Blast Off whined.

“Why are you kissing with your optics open?” The shuttle shrugged, looking confused. “Look…. Just close them…it’s creepy!” Blast Off nodded, and then the pair resumed. The kiss, while a little sloppy, went relatively smoothly. Lower lips were gently sucked and nibbled, and Vortex even brushed the tip of his tongue across them.

And that’s when he felt it. Something pressed against the back of his helm. And he knew just what it was! Quickly, the interrogator pulled the other’s servo away. “Don’t do that…” The shuttle’s wrist was restrained. “Just… keep your servos to yourself.”

“But I wanna rub my hands all over Onslaught-“

“I’M NOT ONSLAUGHT!” The outburst caused the shuttle to flinch and shy away. “Okay, look… one last go at it, ok? Don’t slobber. Don’t touch. Don’t jab… got me?”

“Yes….”

Once again, lips pressed together, gently gliding over each other, eventually leading to more. Vortex’s tongue gently slipped inside, parting those lips and brushing over the other’s glossa. Blasty’s tongue gently entwined with his, and for a moment, the kiss was decent.

Keyword: moment.

No sooner did the helicopter think perhaps the shuttle got the concept did that mouth suck his tongue deeply as if slurping up spaghetti noodles. And when the feeling of teeth became apparent, Vortex groaned in displeasure.

But Blast Off took this as encouragement and only sucked harder, pressing his frame into the other fliers and moaning. And when the tongue sucks relented, the shuttle’s tongue barged in, nearly ramming itself down the back of the teal mech's throat. Vortex couldn’t resist coughing at that intrusion and, thankfully, was able to break free.

“Ah…. sorry!” Blast Off cooed. “I-“

“It’s alright!” Tex fibbed as he nudged the other away. 

“So, how’d I do?”

Primus, what did his gestaltmate want- a detailed report? And would he really enjoy hearing the low remarks? “You…. You got this, Blast Off…”  He patted his comrade’s shoulder.

“Really?” The shuttle’s optics beamed. “Was I good?”

“Ah…. well….” Vortex rubbed a servo over the back of his helm. “It’s like anything else… ya know? Take practice to perfect…. But you got the gist of it…. Really!”

“Really? You’re not just saying that, are ya?”

“Let’s just say Onslaught is in for a real treat tonight, yeah?”

“Oh golly, is he!” The shuttle's optics went all dreamily. “We are doing the whole dinner and a movie date. And afterwards…..” He bit his lower lip as his cheeks flushed a tad. “Well, some things are best left unspoken.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Vortex quickly added. “Look, we done here?”

“I suppose.” Blast Off stepped back. “Wait…. I have one more question.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal-“

“Got any advice on how to suck sp-“

“NO!”

[shokveyv]

Drift - Blast Off rain test animation (2018) with colours (2023)

Blast Off design by Dou Hong https://douhong.blogspot.com/2011/11/ Many continuity issue. completed 90% of animation 5 yrs ago. I forgot design of some thing. storyboard action seems silly in hindsight. Pacing is rough. It has been five years since I drew this. A lot of shots were removed.

[tackytacs]

four shuttles trapped in an elevator, this can’t get any worse…

my piece for the 2024 @tf-bigbang, thank you again to my writing partner @gayrob0t for being an absolute blast to work with!

will link their fic “Shuttle Scuffle” once posted

[lancelotslair]

take my hand, we're going to dragon land

these guys might get posted with color later hidden for the real snoopers to find v

[zorangezest]

TYTYYY EVERYONE THATS LIKED MY KIDS?? DROPS THEM AND RUNS

I’ve been fleshing their story out recently, they’re siblings and assistants at a bodysnatcher’s boutique, they help her out making outfits for the weird creatures that have stopped by at their world!