#with red plating like his

[cliff-and-the-kid]

Sunset

(Haven't been in a good headspace to roleplay much lately, but I did start writing one of about four variant options for the Cyberkid AU today, and this is the one I think I'm gonna use as a 'verse on here)

He is a Seeker. Like her. Tall, broad shoulders, tapered waist. Elegant wings. Cruel face. He is Commander Starscream. Her- not progenitor. CNA donor. Supervisor, mentor, flight leader. Not guardian, never guardian. He is in charge of her training, her preparation for battle, for facing the Autobot threat. He is not liable for her injuries; those are her responsibility. He is given the credit when she completes an assignment, passes a benchmark, as if she’s only a trained pet.

He named her Sunset - the End of Days, the Blazing Conclusion.

It doesn’t feel right.

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An Autobot is captured and thrown in the brig.

She’s not supposed to know about it, but the foot soldiers are constant gossips, and despite her bright colors Sunset is small and slim and knows how to stay out of the way, unnoticed, so she can listen without anyone growing uneasy and editing their words.

She follows Starscream’s voice as he crosses the ship, bragging to Knockout about all the ways he’s already hurt the bot and all the options that yet remain. He says something about show off the human, but that- that makes something in her processor skip, data catching and coiling unhappily until she shoves the entire thread aside, focuses on sneaking down the corridors unseen.

Starscream and Knockout stay in the main interrogation room for a long time. Sunset finds a good perch to climb up and brace herself against, waiting. Eventually, the Air Commander and Doctor leave, radiating smug fields that overlap and make her tank churn.

No one else lingers in the hall. The regular patrol that circles through the brig won’t make another pass for 2.1 breems seventeen minutes so she needs to make this quick.

What exactly ‘this’ is, Sunset hasn’t quite figured out yet, but- but.

She needs to get into that room.

She needs to see the Autobot.

Blunt fingers pick at the door’s control panel, so she can tweak a few wires within. Sunset has access to most of the Nemesis, but not all. And just trying to blindly blunder around down here of all places will almost certainly send an alert to Soundwave, who will pass it along to Starscream, and then Sunset will really be in trouble. At least if the Eradicons catch her down here, she might be able to play the ‘I’m just a clueless little freshpaint’ card and keep them from reporting the incident-

All concerns of getting caught are wiped away in an instant, when she gets the door to slide open and sees the Autobot.

Cliffjumper

He’s bulky. Not elegant. Scuffed and scratched and missing chunks of plating, opening up his protoform to painful injury. He’s red, like her.

His name is Cliffjumper

“Back for more, Screamer?” He rasps, not looking up. Clamps around each arm and energy restraints keep him hanging from the ceiling. He isn’t actively leaking energon, but there’s an obvious puddle on the ground below his dangling legs.

Sunset is maybe about as tall as his chestplates. She’s supposed to be smaller.

Her lack of response must catch his attention. One blue optic weakly flickers to life, and the Autobot raises his head to peer towards the door. He sees her. His ragged ventilations stop. The silence crystalizes around them, something delicate, entirely too fragile like glass, like a thin wall separating breathable air from deadly gas-

And then the ‘bot gasps, “Sierra?” and corrupted data slams into her frontal processing hey kid want a lift You go to school with Jack Darby right My partner’s the one he got that motorcycle from Well it’s a bit of a long story Oh right I’m not the one who said I’m a remote-controlled car that was your line My name’s Cliffjumper Cliffjumper CLIFFJUMPER

It hurts.

Keening agony wells up from her spark- crackles through her voicebox- spills out her mouth. She staggers, almost falling to the ground, but- but she can’t, not while Cliff needs her-

“Sierra,” he repeats, alarmed, entire frame jolting as he strains against the restraints. She can hear the glyphs layered over it, utterly unlike the ones Starscream uses; warm and soft-edged, Cherished and Gift and Light of Dawn- “Kid-!”

A whine. A step. She needs to- to get to the controls. She has to. She has to save him-

He.

He tried to save her.

The glass cracked, and gravity twisted, the world spun, and Cliffjumper tried to save her.

Her hands find the control panel. She doesn’t waste time hacking it, only in seeking the right key sequence. The clamps disengage- Cliff drops to the floor- Cliff immediately shoves himself upright, sparks jumping from exposed circuits, and he’s halfway across the floor but he reaches out regardless-

Sierra slides in for the hug.

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They have 1.8 breems- fourteen minutes before the regular patrol, potentially far less if Soundwave received an alert from the interrogation room’s controls. Sierra puts herself under Cliffjumper’s better arm, and helps him limp along as quick as they can, down another level and straight towards the nearest airlock.

She only has to shoot two Vehicons. She doesn’t pause to look and see if they were ones she liked.

Cliff doesn’t say a word about her wings, before or after Sierra transforms. He only asks, “You sure?” when she tells him to lay over her narrow cockpit.

“I won’t be able to gain altitude,” Sierra tells him. “But I can control our fall. Come on, we’re wasting time!”

They need to descend swiftly, get away from the shielding that surrounds the Nemesis and call-

Not base. Not the silo. Static catches in her voicebox, because she remembers, but the silo is gone now, Starscream took her to fly over its ruins and gloat-

Sierra shoves the memory files away. Cliff will call someone, he said they could get a groundbridge and they will. She isn’t going to let him die here, not at Starscream or Megatron or anyone else’s hands.

The airlock opens. Sierra fires her thrusters, straining under Cliffjumper’s weight. They take off, and immediately start dropping. But it’s okay, it’s fine, she can manage, she will manage, she will get to go-

-home.

Where is home, now?

Engines roar above them. Eradicons, taking flight from the top deck and descending fast. Sierra tracks them with her sensors, readies herself to spin and dodge as best she can with Cliffjumper clinging onto her wings - but it isn’t necessary.

Green light flares to life, directly below.

Where doesn’t matter. Home is with Cliffjumper.

They drop through the bridge.

[redbean-nom]

some designs for tusken era boba :)

unarmored/pre krayt hunt armored/post krayt hunt

alternative lighting style and flat colors

[puppetmaster13u]

DP X DC X Subnautica

Where the Justice League (mostly focusing on the Superfam or Batfam or Flashfam) are large leviathan-esque creatures living on Planet 4546B. Maybe they can change forms due to Precursor experimentation, maybe not. Those with young hang out around the shallows more than the others, what with most of them being large super or specialized predators.

Enter Danny Fenton, interning on the Aurora when the ship is shot down by the Quarantine Enforcement Platform. Oh sure he probably would have tried to stop the destruction and help, but his ghost powers are a bit on the fritz and a well-meaning worker pushes him into one of the last life pods seeing as he's a child.

Now the leviathans may not know what a ship is exactly, but they can definitely understand that in most cases things technology = precursors. As far as they understand, a metal deathtrap not unlike the old labs or caches fell alongside several metallic eggs, with the emerging hatchlings misshapen and not living long.

But then there's the egg that landed in the shallows, which at first they thought was empty. But a hatchling- much smaller than the previous ones- emerges, a day later than the rest, but they're alive even if their swimming is all wobbly! It's so tiny, and obviously hatched too early with the strange split tail and how it keeps swimming to the surface for air, and they have to protect it! Now if only the little hatchling would answer their calls and not dart into hiding spots whenever they approach...

Honestly this is up to the writer lol, but I like to think that Danny's ghost form, when he finally manages to achieve it again, goes a little naga-esque. Almost like a sea snake instead of just a whispy ghost tail, which while better for swimming doesn't help his freak out over most ghost powers still not working.

Danny is just trying to survive man, maybe find other survivors, turn off this big alien gun, stop creating frost crystals when he sneezes, the usual. He doesn't need giant humanoid-esque leviathan-sized sea creatures poking around!

[al-luviec]

These are going to be very inconsistent ...

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Is this canon? Technically no.

Is it even In character? Absolutely not!

Do I care? Not really!

Locus is my blorbo and i can put him in annoying situations, like having a small squad of annoying but just-good-enough-to-not-kill-them Feds, if i want to

[spadefish]

Yoink.

Ashe hasn't shown up in the rp yet but I think it'd be really funny if this is how they met.

[painterofstars]

trick-or-treating in south downs

[jimmyspades]

[froginninjago]

Day 101: More Wobbly Hearts Fanart

@ninja-knox-ur-sox-off

I read this scene and immediately started drawing, I haven't even finished the chapter yet.

This is a bit more detailed than I can usually get out because my afternoon plans were cancelled, but still not my best. I'll get you something really detailed one of these days

[xjulixred45x]

Seeing the results of the survey, here are all the drawings I made of my AU of Dead Plate x Married in Red: Revenge served Red.

If you don't know what this AU is about, it basically takes place after the ending Table for One (with some changes like Rody started working for Vince before breaking up with Manon, they interacted more), where Rody realizes that Vince was the one who disappeared/murdered Manon.

Rody cannot have Vince arrested for Manon, however he will take charge of getting his revenge in the worst possible way: by killing Vince's partner, whom he wants to marry.

Rody is Bok-su basically.

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viendo los resultados de oa encuesta, aqui estan todos los dibujos que hice de mi AU de Dead Plate x Married in Red: Revenge served Red.

si no sabes de que va este AU, básicamente toma lugar después del final Mesa para Uno(con algunos cambios como que Rody empezó a trabajar para Vince antes de romper con Manon, interactuaron mas), donde Rody se da cuenta de que Vince fue quien desapareció/asesino a Manon.

Rody no puede hacer que arresten a Vince por lo de Manon, sin embargo se encargara de tener su venganza de la peor forma posible: matando a la pareja de Vince, con la que se quiere casar.

Rody es Bok Su aquí, básicamente

I leave some easter eggs/hints about the story in little details of the Drawings, if You spot the simbolisms, i'll give You a cookie🍪

Hope You all like it ❤️

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Dejo algunos easter eggs/pistas sobre la historia en pequeños detalles de los Dibujos, si detectas los simbolismos te regalo una galleta🍪

Espero que les guste❤️

[invinciblerodent]

i kinda love just how often art looks like absolute hot garbage from a dumpster until it's like... 90% done. because after spending so long hating it, and pushing yourself to trust the process, and muscling through the insecurity and discomfort, that moment when it finally COMES TOGETHER??? is so bloody glorious, it makes all of that itching feeling so worth it.

like this applies to just about anything I think (maybe more to things with a visual- or tactile component, but I can see it for written media as well) but right now it's is specifically about an amigurumi doll i'm making-- and for like the last three hours i've been working on it, it's been looking like a horrible little old man, a nightmare-realm chibi-version of Geri-from-Pixar-fame, and the second i placed the first little chunk of hair over the forehead, it became instantly adorable, and I can't wait to show off the finished thing ❤️

[canneddolts]

[tox-talks]

I already draw some of my trolls with chitin plating, but I came across @archadoodle's style and I absolutely had to see how it would look on my plated trolls! Given the headcanons for the particular timeline, it only works on the older adults, but that still works out just fine. I enjoyed drawing it like this actually, and I like the nose style a lot better than the more complicated noses that i struggle drawing.

Anyway here's Volt, with his blood color scandalously on display thanks to the plating.

[puppetmaster13u]

I was makin myself a potato waffle. And had a fun realization/idea.

I bet that there's at least a small waffle restaurant in Gotham. Look me in the eyes and tell me there isn't a place that sells Spoiler-themed waffles.

Chocolate filled, batter with edible glitter and purple dye, Spoiler Waffles that Stephanie absolutely loves.

[suuho]

thank god we have artists like u know yunho because the elaborate theatrics, artistry and concepts that made kpop so exciting are slowly disappearing and that makes everything look like the same boring, underproduced sludge. we need those people that keep it alive despite it all.

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

The urge to make and share more oc content bc i think they deserve the attention and validation vs trying to actually talk about them and explain them enough in a way that makes other people interested in them when there are canon characters that you can just throw out to the masses

Fight fight fight fight