#yay documentation!

[legiterallylunar]

scrapbooking memories over the years rn in a huge documentation of significant moments with my best friend .! loving life (i should be revising for my big exams that are in 2 months)

[fishyartist]

[mychlapci]

ok i have more mommy megatron thangs to write abt that aren’t really about sex but more about birth just because i like it and i want to share

he always carries varied litters, like… 2-9 at a time and only really big decepticons like phase sixers were single births. he can carry a lot more of ravage’s kittens or insecticon eggs though because they’re smaller which is convenient for larger forces. he’s really quiet during birth but it takes a very long time and is really strenuous so he eats up most of the placentas to get nutrients from his own energon bc he doesn’t trust anyone who’s attending to feed him. and he gets completely exhausted for the next day afterwards so he just lies down in a dark space while the new sparklings nurse and starscream (not one of his brood but also sired thousands during the war) gets to take command for a little while

and on the lost light he starts by giving birth in seclusion because it’s an extremely vulnerable state but soon drift starts attending as one of his brood bc he was already familiar with the process (and it’s comforting in a primal way to have one of his brood with him) and eventually ratchet is allowed to attend too to make sure every new baby is delivered safely. maybe they set up a designated secure room with dim lights and a really low bed with soft comfortable materials so he can deliver quietly and curl up in between each baby coming out. now that the war is over and he’s older it takes a little while longer to get his strength back but in a few days he can be back on the bridge with two of the new sparklings nursing, and a few days after that he’s ready to be bred again

oh yeah and when minibots breed him it usually results in only a few very small sparklings. so there are a few teensy tiny little swerves and tailgates running around and curled up against his breasts. it’s all canon i promise

mhmmm broodmother Megatron my beloved. I can never get him out of my head.

Births are always such a hassle but an inevitable part of it, he can’t help but anticipate them eagerly. In his vulnerable and weakened state, Megatron would never let just any stranger in, but the closer he gets to the crew of the Lost Light, the more of them become his dedicated sires, the more people he allows to be there to help and witness the addition of new life to their ship <3

i like the thought that Drift helps a lot. As one of Megatron’s brood, he makes him feel comfortable and familiar with the experience of birthing. Sometimes he’ll nurse at Megatron’s breasts to help coax the milk out for when the sparklings come, which fully activates the maternal drive in him.

mhmmm I bet Megatron’s valve is very experienced at birthing. He’d birthed thousands of decepticon soldiers, he knows what he’s doing… Still, it’s nice to have one of his brood, or a sire, and a doctor in the room, once he begins to trust them.

Megatron is such a good broodmare for the ship, though. Popping out many little minibots and many big chunky sparklings, always a little swollen either with what’s left of his pregnancy belly post birth, transfluid, or carrying another big litter while the previous one is still latched onto his nozzles and drinking hungrily, while Megatron just continues to do his job as co-captain…. mhmm

[joking-jester64]

The wretched document woah!

This is long btw so yeah...

Z-316 - Codename: "The Wretched" was an early prototype of the B.U.P.W.M program. With the many experiments being conducted on it, it had become horribly disfigured, with skin parting and eyes growing on the exterior, horribly mutilating the shark. The eyes and most of the rest of the interior, unlike Z-317, the successful experiment, had became a glowing neon purple, the pupils becoming the shape of a sparkle, or an upright X. With other side effects being places in the skin parting without eyes, sharp black points emerging from the skin like an infection, this is theorised to be connected to the rotten coral used in the eyes. The muscle, flesh, and tissue connecting the lower body and the tail together has been severely thinned, making it unable to swim, strangely, it appears even though it still has large gills, it is able to survive on land, Being able to shuffle around with its large fins. Instead of it being neutralised like any other failed experiment, we have decided to keep it in containment for further research, another bull shark that shares the same genes had been put to use instead. Thus becoming Z-317 - eyefestation. The wretched, along with being able to survive on land, had seemed to pick up how to somewhat communicate, listening to agents talking. Z-316 appears to understand it's appearance is utterly disgusting, with when any agent looks in it's line of sight, it will cover it's 'face', it will 'cry' and whisper things such reported as "please...don't look at me" and "please help", it is currently unknown how it has learned these things. The extent of viewing is unknown, with it acting similarly to J-123, it is able to know when it is being watched even when it is through CCTV. When Z-316s containment is opened agents were advised to constantly be looking at it if personnel weren't present on the CCTV, with Z-316 becoming no longer ashamed of it's appearance and becoming very hostile, being able to very quickly using its flippers to crawl toward the nearest human, making a loud slapping sound against the hard floor. Usually ending up in the agent being torn apart and eaten in a matter of seconds. When Z-317s experiment was completed, having thought to come from the same immediate family, was presented to each other in a safely contained way, with a camera being secretly set up Z-316 didn't seem to realise with it's curiosity being set on Z-317, although, strangely enough, Z-316 didn't cover it's eyes in shame, and Z-317 didn't try to radiate Z-316 to death. They appeared to have a level of understanding. 5 hours and 56 minutes into the lockdown, Z-13 opened its cell somewhat accompanied by Z-317. With Z-316, crawling and devouring personnel, it is thought that it is doing this out of pure rage, wanting revenge for its horrible disfigurement, this is also to be exterminated once the lockdown is dealt with.

It is noted that, like when it was in experimentation, it should be constantly looked at while traversing the room, with if being looked away from, will no longer be ashamed and will grow violent, it will quickly crawl toward an operative going to rip apart and eat them. If the room is exited the wretched will see this as a way to escape, no longer being enraged, it will crawl away into a nearby ventilation system. Acting strangely like Z-V06, with some of the appearance being relatively similar also. V-316, like it's cousin, is unable of sympathy, with it hunting down any personnel it can find, no matter the role.

If these documents are shown to unauthorized personnel, you'll be put up for demotion, any cover-up fees will be sent to your relatives.

[trannydean]

Hello hello everyone!!! I have gotten into the homeless youth shelter I visited yesterday 🔥🔥🔥 they don’t allow WiFi tho and I have no data so I can’t come online unless I walk down the street to use the free WiFi at Hardee’s. BUT my caseworker is talking abt getting me a government issued phone so I can have data once I have my legal papers all sorted. Until then I won’t be very active anywhere

[trans-axolotl]

okay today has been full of wins. made it through to the next round of interviews for the job i applied for. set up an emergency dentist appointment to get a root canal on wednesday. and found out i got approved for SNAP benefits.

now i just need to find out how to actually get my EBT card???

[thepowerofswayze]

you know what's stupid? the amount of clapton fics sitting in my docs. i only have one finished fic so... whats all of this then

i need to finish one before i get ... normal about him.

[baublekute]

Baublekute's Custom PC - Part 1

I've decided to document my custom PC build process. As a software engineer, I really only have a basic level understanding of hardware so my goal is to have a meaningful way to understand every component that goes into it without being overwhelmed by information.

Lil disclaimer: I'm getting help from my partner. This is an expensive project. And one I've thought through for a long time.

CPU: (the little box) is THE brain. The computer processing unit. Be particularly careful when handling.

Motherboard: what i like to refer to as the neurons. It helps communicate all the messages to all the parts.

[oneshot-wme-archival]

Oneshot Friend Profiles: Refuge (Minus George)

All friend profiles are laid out as follows: Name/title at the top, arrows at the upper corners to switch friend profiles, a large block of text in the upper left (with a scroll wheel if the text's length exceeds the box size), sprites underneath the text, and art of the character along the right.

Lamplighter: A tired-looking man who seems to subsist purely on gallons of coffee. It's unclear how long it's been since the last time he slept. Though he's not the brightest fellow, he's an incredibly hard worker and takes his job very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that he gets anxious whenever he can't perform his duties. He's responsible for keeping the lights around the city lit, as well as delivering highly concentrated phosphor for use in machines.

A high-school dropout, he feels nervous whenever he has to be around smart people. Lately the Lamplighter has taken to reading the dictionary in what little free time he has.

Watcher: A strange woman standing in the clocktower, watching the world end.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days; the flow of time inexorably drags us all towards a vast and unknowable sea. Will you let it carry you in darkness, squinting against the sting of its spray? Will you rage against its currents, fighting to make as much headway as you can before you're overtaken? Or will you choose, as some, to stare wide-eyed at this swirling torrent and become enraptured by it?

Ling: The friendly proprietor of the Refuge Cafe. Once a popular spot to relax and bask in the warm aromas and gentle sounds of cafe ambiance, it's mostly deserted since the squares began picking apart the upper reaches of the city. Nowadays, Ling's best customer is the unfaltering (though not especially talkative) Lamplighter.

Always a gracious host, Ling enjoys meeting customers both new and old and chatting with them. If you ask nicely, he might even take the time to whip up a request for something off-menu!

Mason: A chatty guy with a passion for plants. He owns a small plant shop in the Refuge apartment district, however it's mostly just an excuse to do more gardening as Mason tends to gift almost as many plants as he sells. When it comes to horticultural advice, Mason is the guy to see.

A friend of the Watcher. Mason also admires the Lamplighter's hard work, and once sent him one of his plants as a thank-you.

Kelvin: A space heater robot that has claimed one of the corners of the Refuge's back alleys as his own. Kelvin's warm body naturally attracts a lot of cats, and he seems to have developed some kind of bond with them. Kelvin is always willing to offer his warmth and comfort to any creature that wanders by.

Technically the lamplighter's neighbour, but they don't interact much...

Kip: The brilliant and highly respected head engineer of the Refuge, Kip is responsible for many advances in robot technology that make our lives easier every day. She's also the creator of many robots that can be met throughout the world; most notably Silver, the head engineer who was based on Kip's own image.

Silver was intended to be the first of a new type of robot that could think and act like a person. Unfortunately, the difficulty of that task led to her going rogue during development. Though Silver was eventually stabilized, that day left a scar on their relationship that has yet to heal.

Though her creations are well known, the creator herself prefers to keep a low profile and focus on her work. It's likely that few outside of her colleagues have ever seen her.

EXTRA TEXT DUPES:

[boyslit]

youre getting a word bec its edicutoute . edicate. ediqette. and because ilu. oh god this is hard. uhhhh. hb "wait"

and you are getting more fantasy AU O'Malley bc i love him teehee~ also with some lab assistant/journeyman potion arteest Cronut

“Did you go to see Gene?” When he nodded, Cronut gave him a knowing smirk. “That little miser must have left you painfully unsatisfied if you came all the way down here to enter our little hole.”

O’Malley’s voice boomed suddenly in the little cavern room that served as the laboratory. “QUIET, YOU FOOLS! I NEED ABSOLUTE SILENCE FOR THE CULMINATION OF MY DASTARDLY SPELL!”

Felix rolled his eyes, and Cronut folded his arms with a huff.

They waited for a few moments before O’Malley turned from the boiling cauldron and sighed. He put his hands on his hips, robe sleeves rolled up to the elbows with his face still fully shaded by the deep hood. Spots of purple light peered out at Felix.

“Oh, it’s the stabby lad again. Well, what sort of brick-a-brack have you brought to my evil abode?”

from the MaceFace au lol

"Dude, you guys are fucked up," Epsilon says.

"And?"

"Just saying."

"Well, now what? Can we drive this tin can back to base?" Sarge asks. Simmons investigates the controls.

"It looks like he tried to take a lot of stuff offline and delete things before we got here," he says, trying to reactivate things. "It'll take a little while to see if I can pull anything back online. We might have to wait for rescue."

"Ugh, finally," Grif sighs, "I'm taking a nap."

Sharkface lives AU #45674225535

“Wash?” Carolina and Epsilon are looking at him. “What are we doing? The reactor isn’t going to wait for us to catch up.”

Sharkface is sitting back on his heels, watching Wash with a mix of yearning, betrayal, pain and indecision on his face. Wash reaches out a hand. “Come with us?”

“You should just leave me here to die, David. It’ll probably hurt less than whatever bullshit apologies you have for me,” Sharkface mutters, glaring at the pavement.

“Sure, I'll get right on that,” Wash mutters, and punches him in the head. He hoists Sharkface’s figure over his shoulders. “Get the helmet,” he says to the others. “Probably comm frequencies and coords we can use.”

[thousand-winters]

What

[recallback-art]

And here's the last of the memes! I actually did Oren before, but I redrew it because I hated it. This is the actual last of the memes (for now) though! I've done one for every OC I'd want to draw one for! Maybe I'll go through posting all of them eventually.

[sensacionn]

Today I stood up for myself and my inner child was like what bitch you're my hero and I'm very proud of myself and I'm never going back to not doing this

[gravemations]

The Northwood Documents: Cold Reports chapter 3 PT1

You put the tape away after watching the first tape in the collections, you wonder why these were kept in the house by the previous owner? This Jayden person… 

From what you could tell this person was an absolute mess of a human, his desk was a mess with coffee stained notes scattered all over it. At Least you think he is a guy? It's hard to tell. Probability best not to assume.

You think of the video though it is hard to see because of the quality of the film, you can tell that the room behind has scattered clothing around their floor and bed which is not made with a note board in the back with even more notes on it and red yarn, but now to bring up Jaydens own appearance.  

Jayden had a green hoodie on that was covered in coffee and ink stains even to their hands they were stained with ink, most of their clothing seemed to have patches all  over depicting monsters and UFOs. And their hair a light brown with specks of blonde mix in, it was completely tangled in a messy bun on top of their head stuck up with pencils.

But the most noble thing about them was their face,they wore bright red glasses that covered most of their eyes but you decided to think about him more which from remembering them you can immediately realize that their facial hair was not real but a bunch of marker lines on their face??.

OK if you have very much realized at this point that this Jayden Maverick is not a mentally stable person but yet like watching a trashy TV show, this makes you even more intrigued about the identity of this person and where they are now, not to mention the things they brought up. 

 Kidnappings, Mysteries and Murder Cases. 

You know that this town has had a number of incidents in the last 22 years, that's why you're here you think. No, you know that's why you're here. 

That was weird. Why would you forget why you're here?  

You just got here didn't you? Anyway You were transferred here from the Portland police department to help out here in Northwood due to an increase in missing people reports and a serge of crimes in the area. 

You decided that this is enough thinking for tonight you have work tomorrow and you're just tired after the move as you look up at your digital clock that shows the time of 21:56.  

You get ready for bed as soft rain falls from the sky making pattering sounds on the roof, you brush your teeth and put on your pajamas and get into your bed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You could not understand why but the sleep  you had was one of the worst in your life, it could be just because the move was stressful but you just kept on turning and not able to sleep for hours tossing and turning. 

It feels like you are being watched from beyond your window that you can see from out your window. 

Rain is still pouring  as a car or two goes by your window, when you finally get to sleep that night you had a very strange dream like it was a memory that was not yours.   

Because it wasn't. 

You are sitting at a desk covered in coffee stains and notes that are too smeared to read as if they had faded like they don't matter. You look at your reflection in front of you but it's not your face looking back at you, No this person in the reflection is taller than you are. 

A dark shadow covers their face so you can't tell what or who they are but you can tell they are looking at you. Their hair is down draping over their shoulders and covered in leaves and sticks as their arms are scarred in a very jagged way that looks like light lighting bolts with clawed hands like the talons of a hawk and give off an orange glow.    

From what you can tell this thing isn't human, before you can react the figure to also seem startled at your presents here. The sound it made when it realized you were there, it made your ears ring it was an awful combination of human screaming and TV static as it a static filter covered the mirror as it disappeared. 

You uncontrollably fall backwards completely startled on what in the world is going on as papers fall all over off the table making even more of a mess, You catch your breath as you look around your room. 

But this isn't your room, this is the storage room but it's not, it's more set out as a bedroom, the room is a complete mess as you look to the left you see piles of unwashed dishes and Halloween and monster movie themed decor. While the right has a whiteboard and an jumbled bed. 

”That was something, I don't know what it was but I'll note that down later.” You said but it wasn't you, it came from your mouth but it was not your voice. 

You look at the mirror again but look at you is still not you, that thing is gone but instead looking back at you is Jayden. 

Was I experiencing a memory of theirs? That's impossible. How can you have a memory of someone else?  

Anyway you were stuck in their body for now so let's see what happens anyway, not like you have a choice in the matter. 

 As you are thinking about this you randomly start moving, this shakes you a bit. Looks like you're not the one in control anymore.  

Jayden moves to the window and uncovers the curtains from his window, looks like they just finished recording a video you guess. 

Outside it's not raining here and you can see the roads around the town with other houses around and the green tree line that leads out to the forest outside. You do not know much about the area but there is a nature reserve close to town. 

 As you are thinking about this you hear the sound of rocks being thrown, you see a skinny person wearing a black trench coat that is too big for them with short messy black hair that covers their face. 

The rest of the clothes were monotone, having no print on them and wearing a chain necklace. As Jayden looked at them they threw more rocks at Jayden's window with a big smile on their face that radiated misstiff. 

”JAYDEN YOU NERD! Hurry up and get out here, don't tell me you forgot about our plans about messing with the live news broadcast!.”   The figure shouted from the backyard. 

Jayden opens the window ”Hey Cody, not so loud. I don't want my parents knowing  about our plans, I'll be grounded for a week.” Jayden replied concerned. 

Cody raised an eyebrow at their response. ”Come on dude, you're going to be grounded anyway for interrupting a live broadcast. Don't you want people to know about what you've been working on?”  

Jayden thought about this for about 5 seconds before starting to pack his notes and basically throwing himself out the window as Cody catches him. 

”Hey be careful, you don't want to accidentally break a leg before we get there.” Cody laughed as he smiled at his friend who is making a fool of themselves. 

Jayden is clearly a bit embarrassed about his fumble but gets back up and dust himself off with the only bruise they had was their pride. 

”I meant to do that!” 

Cody looked in Jayden’s eyes with a shit eating grin ”Shore you did Jayden, now let's get going.” 

As Cody said this this started blurring around them as you hear a ringing sound as your alarm goes off, you basically hit it off the nightstand as you just sit there for a moment trying to wrap your head around what just happened. You decided to grab a pen and notebook and make a dream journal. 

[backseatloversz]

so freeing to realize that i dont necessarily need to write in my journal every day. i can add drawings. i can fill it with stickers and receipts and train tickets and gum wrappers. maybe if some stranger flips through it THEY wont know the significance of everything i collected on an afternoon out in the city because i didnt write about my afternoon out in the city but i will look at the scraps and i will know. and thats all that matters!!

[bat-the-misfit]

good news now (if you want to hear one idk keep scrolling): my nonna complained almost everyday about how her surname in her documents being written wrongly bc when her parents arrived from italy the desk people wrote it based on its sound instead of the actual spelling of it.

she passed away and didn't get the chance to write it corretly as she always wanted to. i'm not sure why but i think it was my aunt who never helped her.

but she always wanted to write it the "right" way. she would tell me all the time about that.

today i went to [whatever's the place's name in english] and the guy there said i can legally change the spelling of her surname even if she's dead.

i'm gonna honor my ancestors everyone :D