I have a strong feeling that you're implying that the modern cybertonian sizes (And the funtionism) are, in a way, influenced by Unicron (All bots having four fingers, like drones, except some size nulls (Because they're old as frag) and the heroes, and the fact that Censere, Tyrest and Archy's descriptions mention having a "boss" they can't disobey)
ohhhhhhhh anon you have NO idea how happy you've made me :3
don't you wonder where the antagonists got the Unicron virus from in the first place? don't you wonder who mutilated Censere and reduced the Magnificence to just a ball? don't you wonder why Tyrest and Archie have faces that are subtly but notably different from what i specify in my style guide? don't you wonder why clever quick little Wheelie can't just run away? don't you wonder why so much information, so much basic ability and biology seems to be lost in modern times? don't you wonder what could change an entire species over millions of years to be closer to a drone, a simple working machine, and who would do that, and why?
don't you wonder why my villain tag is "domestication"?
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shouto’s the type to feel too far away from you when you’re not at arms length. so whenever he has homework to do he does it on his tatami floor while holding your hand. he’s unbothered too, arm not cramping or moving while he writes perfectly well (or he tries) with his other hand. when you think about your position you can’t help but laugh from your spot laying on the floor. shouto never gets what you find funny.
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there's a thing in the summer evening, when the sun goes down and the moon is high and full in the sky, cooling everything off just slightly, where the surrounding neighborhood kids come out and play baseball in a makeshift baseball field and everyone gets really into it. like, really into it. they have to bring their own battery operated lights for the field, they have bets running on the different teams playing (a few dollars, baseball cards, packs of gum, coins, stickers, yo-yo's, single cigarettes (how'd those get in there?) sunglasses, watches, candy, you name it).
and no adults allowed. not that they encroach on the fun, but the first game starts at one in the morning so who's got the time?
and since sirius left to live with james, regulus is shut up in the house and has to hear about the great baseball extravaganza from barty in a "your brother is on the james potter all-star team i've got $50 in the pool, we have to go to the tournament" kinda way. and regulus is like "my mother would actually kill me and explicitly forbids it but i'll think about it."
but barty shows up just after midnight on game day and starts throwing rocks at regulus' window to get him to come out except he runs out of small rocks and moves to bigger ones and gets impatient and throws the big rocks harder and then oops, one went right through a window, except this house isn't regulus' house. regulus' house is two doors down, it's just hard to see in the dark. so barty moves two doors down and finds some smaller rocks and starts over again until regulus comes out. scowling, but he's out.
and they start the long walk to the makeshift baseball field and it's hot and the air is sticky and sweet with honeysuckles. and barty and regulus talk. and barty buys regulus boiled peanuts and crackerjack from a kid's makeshift concession stand and they sit in the makeshift bleachers side by side with their knees knocking together. and barty manages to make sly remarks that make regulus laugh. and regulus makes last minute bets and watches the game, and starts getting into it, and barty smiles at the way he's on the edge of his seat, brows furrowed in concentration. barty thinks he even sees regulus clap once, and it's fun watching regulus, more fun than watching the game, even.
so fun that barty says he'll get regulus the next night to watch the next two teams play. regulus agrees, and they make this a routine and barty thinks, finally.
but then it's james' team that's up next and james walks up to the plate and does a trick with his baseball bat with a grin so-wide and a wink, and regulus' eyes are as wide a saucers for a brief second before he catches himself but it doesn't matter. barty's seen it, and knows instantly he's made a mistake. he's signed himself up for a summer of looking at regulus look at james. and he's doomed.
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the thing about the jun wu/xie lian centuries-long gaslight gatekeep situationship extravaganza is that its still SUBTLE. its still subtext. its "xianle" being both xie lian's heavenly title and literally meaning "heaven's (jun wu's) delight." its jun wu pulling xie lian out of a bow, but still expecting him to make that gesture of servility in the first place. its the altar scene being a rape allegory. its bwx burying xie lian's parents when he couldnt do it himself. its "your highness, look at you look what they've done to you." its jun wu administering the cursed shackles himself and having direct control over xie lian's body but only exerting that control after 800 years of it lying dormant. its making the curse of eternal life seem like a gift because xie lian can atone forever and ever and ever without end. with jun wu everything is a kindness except that kindness is always hiding a greater evil and with bwx everything is an evil hiding a more fucked up kind of kindness. etc etc
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yknow it's so interesting to me that people see chuuya as a dog and dazai as a cat. because like. they have qualities of both.
dazai is defined as a cat person because of his elusiveness and i think generally the port mafia era as whole--not to mention, i feel that cats are harder to gain the trust of. he also is just kind of. built like one (look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn't look like a wet fucking cat.)
but he also has dog qualities. like. for example. he's always in everyone's space (kunikida, chuuya,,,sometimes atsushi i think) just like how a dog has no spacial awareness (specifically big dogs) for just HOW big they are. With how he acts in the ADA, it seems he's also very loud and energetic. He's got a certain allure to him that i think lets him socialize with people easier to get what he wants--like how dogs are (in a stereotypical sense) friendly.
meanwhile, chuuya is typically defined as a dog. He's loyal, he's loud--he definitely bites if you press him too much. He can be friendly, but that's not really what i think of when i think of chuuya.
But he's also stand-offish, and i wouldn't be surprised if he had a sarcasm streak. he's highly independent and impulsive, much like stereotypical cat behavior. I feel like the mafia also works more at night, and cats are typically nocturnal. Cats (may i remind you, stereotypically) are also agile and graceful, as well as hard to bribe or catch when they don't want to be caught.
i jst think they're neat tbh.
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Look it's simple i don't want to see them kiss in canon i just want to force them to kiss in my delusional mind as a form of cuteness aggression
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BODY REFERENCE SHEET … well sculpted , athletic figure . strong arms + shoulders + chiseled abdominal muscles + thighs . valora is a warrior , often wearing heavy armour and wielding a glaive … since she hails from the sea , she is an exceptional swimmer which also results in her having great core and leg strength .
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Was anyone going to tell me “a broken clock is right twice a day” comes from goncharov 1973????
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