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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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pulling out of the angst listening to "A Pirate Today" for the chaggie spear kid and tripping directly into them and vaggie being pirate nerds together while disney princess charlie SUFFERS

Billy: “Mom? How come mom has a super cool epic eyepatch, and no one else at the hotel does?”

Charlie: “Be-caaauuse she’s… missing an eye?”

Billy: “Oh! Why’s it missing?”

Charlie: “Uh.”

Billy: “Did someone TAKE it?”

Charlie: “Well-”

Billy: “Are we gonna get it back for her?”

Charlie: “That's a nice thought but I don’t think-”

Billy: “Was it glass, like a marble? Or was it REAL? Did it bleed?? Did someone cut it out of her head with a knife after she refused their dastardly orders and paid the price in her own flesh!? Is that how she met YOU and lost her heart as well!???”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “You’ve been reading Vaggie’s pirate books again, haven’t you.”

Billy: “She says I’m too young to read ‘em.”

Charlie: “Uh-huh. Which one are you on?”

Billy: “The Curse of the Skeleton Crew and the Bedding of Bonnie Bodyripper’s Beautiful Bounty Huntress.”

Charlie: “And the WHAT OF THE WHAT NOW???”

Billy: “There’s a lot of boring parts I skip past… but the fights are AMAZING!”

Charlie: “…I.. think we should get you some of your own pirate books. CHILD APPROPRIATE pirate books.”

Billy: “’kay. But what about mom’s eye. Can we really not get it back for her?”

Charlie: “You’re really hung up on the eye thing tonight huh.”

Billy: “She bumped into a table again.”

Charlie: “Aww, kiddo- she’s done that so many times, she’ll be okay!”

Billy: “… I was the one who’d moved it. And didn’t put it back.”

Charlie: “That’s okay too. Everyone makes mistakes-”

Billy: “It was a pirate ship and she was picking up the old bottles uncle Husky let me use for secret messages, after aunty Angel Dust almost slipped on one in his heels. Mom dropped some when the table bumped her.”

Charlie: “Well sounds like someone forgot to sing their ‘clean up, clean up’ sea shanty song~” (grins)

Billy: (doesn't grin back)

Charlie: (droops) “Did you help her spiff up the ship?”

Billy: “I was TRYING to! I just wanted to hand her a bottle, only I was on the wrong side and she reached out too far and touched my hand and-”

Billy: “…”

Charlie: “…the flinching again?”

Billy: “The bottle broke when she dopped it, that time.”

Charlie: “It’s okay.” (hugs them) “You know it’s not about you, right?”

Billy: “Someone hurt her didn’t they.”

Charlie: “Mm." (hugs tighter) "Vaggie’s had a pretty, adventurous life, even before I met her and we started the whole hotel thing.”

Billy: “Did the person who hurt her look like me?”

Charlie: “Oh baby that’s not why-”

Billy: “So they did.”

Charlie: “NO. Not at all. They don’t have your big smile or silly laugh like you do.” (hugs them closer) “There’s no one anywhere who’s like you, and Vaggie doesn’t want you to be anyone else ever.”

Billy: "Were they a bad person?"

Charlie: "I don't do the whole bad-person good-person. They were. Not nice."

Billy: "Like a pirate?"

Charlie: "I think calling them that'd be an insult. To the pirates."

Billy: “….was mom a pirate with them?”

Charlie: “She… she’s more of a pirate now, kinda. One of the good ones.”

Billy: “Saying fuck it to dumb rules and laying it all on the line for her new captain and crew?”

Charlie: (wincing) “I need another talk with your ‘uncle Husky’. Also, Vaggie doesn’t have a captain.”

Billy: “But if the hotel’s her ship, and you founded it, then-”

Charlie: “-then we’re co-captains!”

Billy: “Mom. That’s not how ships work.”

Charlie: “It is on THIS one.”

Billy: “Her being your first mate makes more sense though!”

Charlie: “Noooope! Our ship, our rules. AND our rules still include bedtime!” (scoops them up)

Billy: (grumbling) “There’s gonna be mutiny over this someday…”

Vaggie: (slipping out of the shadows) “Aye, but not until you’re old enough to yell about it not being a phase, apparently. Ye scallywag.”

Charlie: “I STILL can’t believe dad told you about that.”

Billy: “Mom! I-” (shyly) “…sorry about the ship. And the, glass and the stuff.”

Vaggie: “More of a shipwreck, yeah? Don't worry.” (smiles) (holds up note) “The broken bottle had a message in it.”

Billy: “Oh that’s-!”

Vaggie: “It’s got SEKRET written on it, in something that’s probably not blood-”

Billy: “Aunt Niffty helped with that.”

Vaggie: “…written in something that’s probably just rat blood...”

Charlie: (groans) “Great. More ‘child appropriate environment’ talks.”

Billy: “Heheh.”

Vaggie: “Anyway, here.” (hands over note) “Pirates respect each other’s secrets.”

Billy: (gingerly taking it without touching her) “No they don’t? None of the ones in your books do.”

Vaggie: “My books- sweetie, which my books?”

Charlie: “Bonnie Bodyripper.”

Billy: “Curse of the Skeleton Crew!!!”

Vaggie: “Oh thank ff…eather dusters…. Not one of the wild ones then.”

Charlie: “THAT’S not a wild one!?”

Vaggie: (shrug) (at kid) “Did Bonnie Bodyripper read the bounty huntresses letter when she found it lying on the cabin floor while looking for her clothes?”

Billy: “No…”

Charlie: “LOOKING FOR HER WHAT.”

Billy: “She’d’ve seen the betrayal coming sooner and could’ve stopped it, if she had.”

Vaggie: “But she wanted to trust the huntress. You read the ending?”

Billy: “It’s the best part! The huntress swings in and saves her! They kill SO MANY guards together and blow up a SHIP and and and-”

Vaggie: “Yeah okay right, uhhhhh- the actual ending. On the last page.”

Billy: “Bonnie says she fell in love with a huntress who could hurt her and she was okay with that.”

Charlie: “Ehhh.”

Billy: “It’s like with the sea, mom. There were parts of the huntress maybe Bonnie’d never find out about, and she was okay with that too! Because the parts she did know were something the huntress had shared with her.”

Charlie: “Aww, that’s…”

Billy: “And then they wrestle.”

Charlie: “…still not something you should be reading yet, yep.”

Billy: “What’s boring wrestling have to do with anything?”

Vaggie: “Forget the wrestling. Point is, people hurt each other sometimes, sweetie." (tickles them with a wing) "What matters it what they do after.”

Billy: “Heh!" (wiggles) (grins) "Did the person who took your eye say sorry afterwards?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “No.”

Billy: “Okay.” (thinks for a moment) “So I’m not like them.”

Charlie: “MUCH cuter.”

Vaggie: “You… are stalling, you sea rat.”

Billy: “No ‘m not!”

Vaggie: “Bellow decks and into bed with you.”

Billy: “Where’d you get the eyepatch??”

Charlie: “That’s a story for tomorrow, kiddo! Bedtime is crucial to a child’s development!”

Billy: “I’m enveloped I’m enveloped! Pleeease just five more minutes-!”

Vaggie: “Nuh-uh, you heard your mom. Captain’s orders.”

Charlie: “Don’t you start.”

Vaggie: “Babe, it really doesn’t make sense for there to be two captains at one time.”

Billy: “HA!”

Charlie: “What does it even matter anyway? We’re running a hotel, not an actual ship-”

Vaggie: “And I’m the hotel manager, which makes me your first mate.”

Billy: “See mom? TOLD you!”

Charlie: “But you’d look good in that fancy captain’s outfit!”

Billy: “Oh so that’s why you stare at mom’s book covers before confiscating them..”

Vaggie: “Charlie, it’s not about who looks good in it- It’s about division of duties onboard and proper crew management-”

Billy: “Tell her!”

Charlie: “This is a hotel!”

Vaggie: “Guest management. Whatever.”

Charlie: “You just like that I’D be the one in the long coat and ruffles!”

Vaggie: “It’s a perk. But that’s not the point.”

Charlie: “This whole thing doesn’t have any point to it and if I’m captain then I can just promote you to captain too so HA!”

Vaggie: “Pirate captains are elected, babe.”

Billy: “They’re elected, mom.”

Vaggie: “It’s a popular vote thing.”

Billy: “I think maybe YOU need to read the books too, instead of just going gooey eyed over the covers.”

Charlie: “I’m starting to think no one in this family should be reading them…”

Vaggie: “Fine. Let’s vote on it.”

Charlie: “Oh come on!”

Billy: “All in favor of being historically accurate hotel pirates say aye!”

Vaggie: “Aye.”

Billy: “Aye!”

Charlie: “ARGH!”

Billy: “Out voted~”

Vaggie: (pats charlie’s shoulder) “Good job getting into the spirit of things though.”

Billy: “Pirates didn’t really go ‘Arrg’ did they?”

Charlie: “Well THIS one sure does.” (leads the way to bedtime) “What’s the point of being captain anyway if you don’t win any arguments?”

Vaggie: “We’ll let you win the next one. Pirate’s oath.”

Charlie: (sighing) “Argh…”

Billy: “You mean. We’ll let her win the next, the-” (giggles) “-the next ARGHument, right?”

Vaggie: (groans)

Charlie: “…okay.” (cracks smile) “THAT'S worth being a pirate for.”

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #chaggie spear child au thing #charlie morningstar #vaggie #oc kid #silly family time #light angst #realized during this that i gotta for myself call this kid “billy”#bc of the #being charlie's kid and the #billy goat thing

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shark-sprout · 21 days

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@cyanferret21 I just finished what you have so far for your fic!! It’s amazing and inspired me to draw your AU of Wild!

Just for public clarification, this isn’t how I usually draw & color stuff, I’m more of a line art girly, but I wanted to try something new!

I also have posted a speed paint if anyone is interested!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

#legend of zelda #linked universe #child of lighting au #THE CHAIN- I GET IT NOW- HAHAHAHA

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 9 months

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Meet Estrella (Wish)

And here's my post darkcream ship child, here she is finally.

The first thing you might notice is that she's not a skeleton, and welp, if you know your Dreamtale Lore, then you'll know that she takes after her grandmother.

I've never seen a Dream or Nightmare ship child that takes after what would be the twins true form, so I wanted to create that!

Some more info belowww

But with the support of his Fiancé and brother, they were way more prepared this time.

Estrella was, as her sisters had been a Woopsie baby. The family had a lot of mixed feelings upon her discovery, especially Dream. If you remember Dream's history, he was terrified of things repeating.

Caring for a newborn along with the still sick twins was difficult, but thankfully, Estrella was born very healthy. Though, when she didn't form a skeleton shell like her sisters, her parents were concerned.

They definitely get weird looks from people when they explain that she's their kid, despite the fact she looks nothing like her parents on an outsider's POV.

Neither Dream nor Nightmare really remembered what their mother looked like, but for both of them, it was a difficult thing to associate with her. Nightmare got over this fast, as he knows what rejection based on something you're born with feels like.

Dream is still struggling to connect with the new baby, but after last times events, Cross is patient and hopeful that a connection will form.

And of course, both Celest and Luna love their baby sister!

Original Dream and Nightmare by jokublog

Original cross jakei95

Celestial star and Luna light by me

Estrella by me

And darkcream/post darkcream by @zu-is-here

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ethanharmonia · 16 days

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The Hisui Trio in my AU!! :D

(they dont know how to dress up 😔)

I wanted to make reference sheets for the three, even though i took a ton of inspo from many things but its for investment i promise i promise

Those three are friends in this AU, they are all in the present world and they are like a family to each other tbh, they might get into a few arguments but they talk it out later on.

To be fair i think those three would give each other kisses, not in a romantic way though, its just more of a platonic thing i guess??

The three of them own dragon type pokemon, from gen 4, 6 and 8 (me like even numbers dont mind me), i kinda felt like these pokemon fit them best by personality (im not exactly sure for 100%)

Dropping the lore here :

The only way Adaman and Irida could go back and out of Hisui was by Volo taking them with him by going through portals with Giratina, of course the two of them got frightened at the sight of Giratina showing up right in front of their eyes for the first time but they got used to it later on.

As a gift of gratitude from Volo for still being accepted by Adaman and Irida even after everything he's done in the past, he made and gave a clone of Origin Dialga and Origin Palkia to them so that they could also travel through the portals or around the world without his help (he's getting tired from babysitting them pls let him live).

Adaman and Irida just live with Lucas, Dawn and Barry in Twinleaf Town, sometimes Volo comes by to visit them and hang out with them. Lucas and Dawn dont have memories of Rei and Akari, so they have no idea of what Volo used to be back then, if they would then oh boy they would try to kill him.

{With Dialga} Adaman possesses Steel type powers (or Metal Bending as they say), he uses it a lot for combat but also for reaching high places if he cant go up there or reach it by climbing, he bends the metal into a form of a long rope in order to get up there.

{With Palkia} Irida has Water type powers (or Water Bending), she is not really the type of a person to fight but she rather heals others, it also works on pokemon too, though sometimes she can kick ass once in a while if anyone drives her mad.

{With Giratina and Arceus} Volo has all the elements, including Dark type powers but he never uses those as he only sees the bad in them and never wishes to use them, reminding him a lot of Cyrus {bro hates him more than anything}, with Volo being an Archon, he can summon pretty much every pokemon, including the legendaries and mythical ones, and the ultra beasts, even though the legendaries are gods too and are feared by many, Volo however just sees them as misunderstood creatures/beings, as he has a better bond with them than with his own people.

Volo despises humans, he only sees the bad in them as he has only seen the bad things that humans did, and with Volo being isolated in Arceus's realm and being there for about 280 years (met Arceus at 20), he cant really change his opinion about it, even if he has friends that are different than the rest of the humans, Volo still has doubts that humans are good, unless proven to him. Sure, Volo is the archon and savior of this world and he is trying his best to make the world a better with no wars or catastrophies, he hates humans, but he just wants peace, but he is aware that even if this happens one day then the peace wont last forever, the world cant remain peaceful for eternity, theres always going to be something happening all the time and he will have to deal with it on his own.

This would be Volo and his Dragapult (canon)

Imagine praying to god, and this is who you're praying to

#pokemon au #pokemon #pla volo #pla adaman #pla irida #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends volo #wielder volo #pokemon wielder volo #pokemon volo #pokemon irida #pokemon adaman #clan leader irida #clan leader adaman #irida #adaman #volo #here uhh lore uhh yes have it here #if anyone understands what im saying here then you are officially my child #doing allat at 2 am my god #ah yes did you know that Volo is a god in this au. na wait. an ARCHON?? LMAO #na cuz i feel like he deserved it fr #adaman and irida are like his family rn #had some weird scenarios about adaman and volo kissing while irida watches them with a confused look like “bro not this again”#they definetly are the best trio in my opinion idgaf #they would kick ass tbh #also i took some reference from arcane cuz why not hahahahaha (i didnt mention it in the lore)#i made it that cyrus is darkness and volo is light aint no way this turning into mlp LMAO #i think im high af when im writing all that rn #cyrus is dead btw

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rangersbecket · 8 months

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Lysander was annoying as a kid and he's insufferable as an adult, can you imagine him as a teenager? Cassius might have missed the war, but he's experienced something much worse. Lysander at 15.

#cassius au bellona #lysander au lune #red rising #light bringer #(kind of)#braver than any us marine #pytha too #i would have flushed him out the airlock within the first week #i know he was just a child but his vibes were always so rancid to me i'm sorry

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pixlokita · 2 years

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Part 12 =w= man door hand hook car door

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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months

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Mortal Child

Purpose was given to all but Thirteen. He wanted nothing more than to be loved and seen. Finally, after Solus's fall, Primus saw fit to grant him a gift, one Thirteen could have never expected.

Essentially, I am yet again here with an au because I FELT LIKE IT. This is one I hope to turn into a full fic, but for now here is part 1.

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‘Creator, Maker of my spark, god of Creation… why do you forsake me?’

Thirteen stood before the edge of the Well, his frame shaking as the energy that made up his being pulsed in waves. Armor covered in runes and engravings shifted as he fell to a knee, his helm bowed and his servos held over his exposed spark.

‘My kin all have a purpose, they all have a design. You gave them gifts and whispered to them, but never once have you called out to me.’

His spark fluttered within him, suffering from a loss he could not describe. Thirteen had not been given anything upon his creation. He heard no whispers offering suggestions and inspiration as Solus did, he had no memories of success like Prima, he had no power like Megatronus, nor did he so much as possess the sight Primus granted Onyx. All his kindred were gifted, blessed by their shared maker, and given something special. Amidst it all, Thirteen heard nothing, felt no touch or loving suggestions.

He was alone, left to watch on as the other Primes flourished in the love Primus basked them in. Their creator made them all for a reason, and thus despite the weariness of his physical slumber making it a struggle to speak, Primus still reached out to all of his dear creations… all save for Thirteen. Even Liege sometimes reported feeling Primus’s mind brush past his own, prodding and considering, sometimes offering thought but usually simply observing.

Thirteen had nothing.

‘This worthless frame I have been adorned in has no strength. I see that clearly and I do not question your judgment. I know you have made me this way because it pleases you.’

His spark supplied the memory of Solus’s fall, the fear etched onto her features as Megatronus, her lover, ran her through with the wrath and fury of his blade. She had been frightened, terrified even as she clung to her lover’s blade, trying to speak in vain as golden essence flowed from her devastated form. Thirteen had been powerless to act, his frame too useless and his abilities not worth considering. All he could do was watch his sister Prime fall, her bright and loving optics going dark as Primus accepted her spark once more and used her battered frame to forge something greater.

It was what she would have wanted, and yet Thirteen held himself at fault for her passing. He was right there, he had watched her fall. If he had been stronger, if Primus had granted him wisdom, if something had been different about him… he could have made things right. Solus did not have to die, even if her death led to the creation of the Well, a relic that all the Primes knew to be a source of life. They could all see Primus’s core glowing at the bottom, inviting and invoking power unknowable. For that very reason, Thirteen found it only right to kneel at the edge of the Well, hoping that perhaps his Creator would hear his pleas.

‘I know I am not one of your chosen like the others. I know I am a humble and powerless being compared to you and my fellows. But Father, I beg of you, hear the cries of this forgotten son. Let me know that I am of worth to you, or at least give me a design.’

Silence reigned as Thirteen remained kneeling. The singular benefit to his existence was that he felt no pain, endured no suffering, and felt no chill upon his plating. He was a being that was brought into existence, forged with life, and yet unable to sense anything at all. Thirteen wanted to view that fact about himself as a blessing, but he could only see it as a trial given to him by his maker.

No ability to sense touch, feel the loving embrace of another, or even so much as comprehend the warmth of another spark. He was a facsimile of life, a fake in his form, and yet still able to think. Why Primus made him as he was… Thirteen did not know. He dared not question why, he could only beg for relief.

‘Primus please, hear me. Take what you must from me, but I plead with you, please give me a reason to continue. Show me but a fraction of your eternal sight! Anything at all, any wisdom, even if just a whisper… please let me know you are there… please just tell me that you see me… that you care.’

His voiceless cries trailed off as Thirteen slumped forward, his spark flaring and pulsing in grief. He heard no whispers. He felt no comfort. Was he truly unloved? Why would his perfect Creator design a creature that did not serve a purpose? Primus was all-knowing and excellent in all things. Surely he would have a reason to create a worthless son such as Thirteen? There had to be a reason. Perhaps Thirteen was simply not asking correctly. Maybe Primus expected something of him. Was Primus asking to see his devotion?

A million thoughts raged in Thirteen’s mind, desperate reasons as to why his father did not answer him. Primus made him for a reason… he had to have. If Primus was perfect, then perhaps it was merely Thirteen who was lacking. A show of faith, a true presentation of a desire to understand. Was that what his father wanted of him?

‘Almighty Creator, crafter of all beings… if it is devotion which you wish of this foolish son, I give it to you freely.’

Standing up methodically, Thirteen gazed down into the Well, observing the shining light of his Maker’s core. Still ever silent, unfeeling, uncaring… Primus did not see him. But maybe… Thirteen could make him see.

‘I live to fulfill your design. Please, give me purpose! Show me that there is a reason! I will give you everything, I will hold nothing back from you Creator!’

Desperation laced his tone as he teetered on the edge. He had nothing to give, no knowledge, no power, or anything else of note.

But he did have his life.

The singular gift Primus had seen fit to grant him.

‘I have nothing to give save what you have granted me. But if it is your will, I return it freely.’

A hint of fear wormed its way into his spark as he began to lean. If this wasn’t enough if his life ended there without ever having been given a chance to matter-

Well, that would be the end wouldn’t it?

‘Father.’

He called out. He fell. His frame careened into the darkness of the Well and the world passed him by in a blur of color. The light of the surface faded and distantly Thirteen could see Amalgemous reaching into the Well, trying to stop him from tumbling to what was likely his death. Thirteen had not noticed his fellow Prime’s arrival. He had not wanted any of the others to see him in his state… it would only bring them more pain.

‘Forgive me.’

Thirteen wept as he fell, time seeming to slow as he heard his brother Prime screaming out his designation. How foolish he was, thinking that his creator would heed his calls. He was nothing, a speck of dust in the void of eternity. It was presumptuous of him to think anything would come of his devotion. What was one being compared to a god? And now because of his sins, he was going to die and Amalgemous would have to watch. He could only faintly hope that this was somehow part of Primus’s grand plan, if not for him, then for his fellow Primes.

Thirteen pulled away from the world, refusing to allow himself to see as he fell for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, at some point between the dawn of time and the end of all things, his fall slowed and he hovered in a void with only a blinding light beneath him. Looking at the light was agony, it burned more than even the fires of Solus’s forge. A being Thirteen was never meant to witness or understand was observing him, picking him apart with sight alone. He wished he could hide or scream, and yet he knew it was his maker who gazed upon his wretched form.

There was no description of which Primus was. There was too much to say and yet nothing at all. He was light and he was dark. He was the beginning and the end. All Thirteen knew was that this being was one he was bound to, one that even his very spark was meant to bow before in submission. What was a Prime before a god?

Tendrils of light wrapped around him, touching, feeling, burning. It was torture, especially as his form seemed to break itself apart under the watchful gaze of the divine. Thirteen could hardly think, and yet amidst the torment, he wondered.

‘Is this why you made me father? An experiment? A creature to observe and discard when its time has run out?’

A part of him wanted to be hurt at the concept as the tendrils dug into him, climbing up toward his spark. Yet, as he felt the power of the divine drawing nearer to his core, he could not find it within himself to be upset. At least this way, his life would have meant something, even if it was only as a trial. He could be hopeful that if this was his end, perhaps Primus would use what he was to make something better, something purer than Thirteen.

‘Hush dear one. You are not unloved.’

A soothing voice echoed in every atom of Thirteen’s being. If he had the capacity to shed tears, he would have been doing so bitterly as the comfort eased the burn of the tendrils. He could hear, Primus, his father was there and speaking. A chorus of voices and sounds so melodic as to be almost maddening to hear. His Creator was perfect, and Thirteen could only revel in the glory.

‘To you, I give the most precious of gifts.’

Agony assaulted his spark, tearing and ripping and burning in the most torturous of ways. Despite that, Thirteen felt nothing but joy as Primus uttered his words of comfort. Thirteen had purpose, he had design. With every passing moment of perpetual pain, there was something new forming alongside him. It was a different kind of pain, one that did not burn or sting, but rather acted in a manner almost akin to longing. A burgeoning life, something different from Thirteen and yet so connected to him that no matter the distance, he knew that the shard would always return to him.

‘Know the pain of creation dear one. Know the suffering of new life and cherish it. For this is what it means to be divine.’

The chorus of his Creator’s voice soothed the suffering, and soon, the pain faded away into memory. Everything still ached, but it meant little as Thirteen felt the blazing mote of innocent light burning within him, spreading warmth and a crisp cool throughout his frame all at once. A life, one so small as to hardly be capable of even the most basic of thought remained tied to Thirteen’s own. A gift, a blessing, a new beginning.

‘Go, devote yourself to your creation. Know life for what it is, and when you are ready, you shall know your design.’

His father’s command echoed in Thirteen’s spark and mind, authority unchallengeable seeping into every part of his being. He dared not even consider disobeying as the void faded away and he was lifted up, light consuming his vision once more. The next he knew, cold ground greeted him, a complete surprise to Thirteen as his frame rattled at the chill.

“THIRTEEN! Thank Primus! I thought-!” He did not have a chance to react as strong arms lifted Thirteen up, cradling him close. Above him Amalgemous loomed, his ever-shifting form configuring as he observed Thirteen, trying to search for damage. Thirteen for his part did not react, his mind focused on the life within him.

He did not need to see it. Something had been altered in him on a fundamental level. Whatever Primus had changed him. He was different now, and the world no longer felt quite so cold, not when the little light within him pulsed, flaring and fluttering around his spark in curiosity that prodded at Thirteen’s mind with the utmost adoration and love. Was this how Primus felt when Thirteen and his fellows called out to him? Was this the joy of a creator?

‘My Little Light…’

The light within him shone brighter, glowing like a newborn star in absolute untainted joy. If Thirteen had the capacity, he would have smiled. He did not understand his purpose, but he knew his mission. This small life within him was to be cherished, and he would give everything to guard it, no matter the cost.

Such was Primus’s command, and so great was the newfound love that bloomed within him.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #the thirteenth prime #primus #optimus prime #mortal child au #can yall guess who the little light is?#its not hard to figure out #annnyway enjoy my newest fic #the thirteen primes

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th3e-m4ng0 · 1 year

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what if i gave megatron a newspark..

they like music and would like to become a medic one day, like ratchet !!

#transformers #megatron #sunlight #au #art #i like the mentors concept of idw2 so im stealing it #so basically a cybertronian has to sign up to vector sigma's database or something like that and agree to take care of a sparkling #and it will let the mech know. after some time has passed (can be maybe 10 years or up to a millennia) when its time to pick up their child #so they have to go to the designated hot spot and get the kid to successfully emerge from the dirt and take em home #the mentor has to teach their apprentice about life and spending money wisely. help em choose their alt mode.. the basics #sunlight transforms into foc bumblebee's alt mode but with a big window at the front. and instead of being yellow #they're light blue or something different LOL #<- i'm still figuring out what their color palette will be so that is subject to change. but they won't be yellow

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bucketwingthoughts · 4 months

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"Call me Megatron then".

Her real name is Megatronia but she ends up taking Megatron's name as her own when she gets older though her close friends call her Dot.

She's in my idw 1 aus tho she has a tfp counterpart. She ends up completely revamping the Decepticons in my idw aus and stays true to Megatron's true vision because it's important to her that's respected.

But she's not nice like post lost light Megatron. She clearly takes after Starscream and is also their only natural born flier.

#megastar #clearly this is a starscream and megatron child #she is mean like her carrier #she and Starscream are like Catherine medici and Claude always scheming always planning #and she's also the only one who strongly resembles starscream #post lost light au #also based on my other au this is the one who keeps Megatron in a pickle jar when she's little after he shifts into a gun on accident

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siqeml · 7 months

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(September 26th/28th)

The third page of Foul Legacy doodles except it’s featuring Aether from my Fatui AU

Disclaimer if it wasn’t clear before: I do not ship them. If you do that’s fine with me, but my AU will not feature any shipping and I am depicting them as siblings of sorts.

(Should I make a seperate sideblog for Fatui AU?)

#foul legacy childe #genshin impact #aether #genshin au #genshin traveler #childe #foul legacy #il vagabonare #light falls in foreign land #good to know there’s a blog dedicated to foul legacy #he deserves appreciation #guys I promise I am working on the comic thing #i just have uhhhhhhh #questionable motivation

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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LCSYS ask again(undercover asker here hiiiiiaufhghghgn)thank you for responding!!!! ilovfe seeing your ideas theyre such good fuel in between trials❤️❤️

i was wondering how th prisoners would react to es’ usage of violence, like some of the younger prisoners complaining about it while the older are concerned because Hello Where did that stem from???? you cant tell me es’ “phew, i feel so much better” after hitting shidou didn’t send his mind racing a million miles per minute

ALSO curious about YONAH………… similar to how red’s violence towards es was scripted, was kotoko’s monologue about es being imperfect Also scripted, or was it on her own? yonah is probably my favourite voice drama of all time and I’m curious about how it would be interpreted in this au 🫶

Ah hello again! Thank you so much for reaching out -- every time I think I've covered everything you guys hit me with a new insane detail that makes my brain go brrrrr >:3

Because OMG I spent so much time thinking of the faked violence, I don't know why I never put as much attention on the flipside! I love the idea of Jackalope assuring them, "there will be no physical punishments. We'll talk about restraints but that's all fake. We'll make up injuries between trials but that's all fake. You don't have to worry about any real pain." And then this 15yo strolls up, interrogation one, ready to smack someone😅😅😅

Seriously though, I think it would come as a pretty big surprise to the group. They knew it was a possibility, but didn't think Es was that likely to attack, since they've made a few comments about being against violent punishments. Haruka comes back to mention the slap, and Yuno follows their instructions and says she also suffered violence, and the group is Shocked. I think it would just kill Fuuta that he wasn't allowed to hit back and avenge the others. He probably has the most complaints about the situation (and is insanely relieved that he get by in his own interrogation.) In a feeble attempt to get back at Es and make them feel bad, he encourages Muu to cry and make a big show about being afraid of them. Muu is frightened enough that it doesn't take much persuasion... I think Kotoko and unfortunately Amane wouldn't mind the threat, they both have lives in which authority showing power isn't out of place (and maybe Haruka?). Mahiru, too, thinks it's just the way a prison guard can run their prison if they want, though she's determined her charm will keep things running pleasantly.

Kazui reaches out asap* to question the legality of the experiment, since they're allowing children to get hit, even if by other children. There's a tangle of signatures and consent from everyone involved so it's okay, but the whole thing still rubs him the wrong way. He knew the experiment was a bit shady, but he(Though, this does make his first vd kind of funny -- instead of actually talking through his theories on the prison, now it feels like he's just egging Es on to see if they'll actually hit him...)

And I really like that idea that Shidou's dad instincts kick in (or maybe it's doctor instincts)! He'd understand if it was a child trying to play the role of an intimidating adult, but the way Es is doing things, the things they're saying, it all points to something deeper going on in Es' head. I can see him sitting down with the others and Jackalope to discuss. Of course Milgram gives him very little to work with, but this still kickstarts everyone's efforts to make sure Es is also taken care of post-Milgram.

*I just realized I'm still a bit fuzzy on communication during the trials. Jackalope can definitely get information to the prisoners (most commonly the 'voices' they're supposed to be hearing based on Es' notes, but also in case of emergency changes or things). I was picturing the prisoners unable to communicate outward until the trial ends, as it builds up the feeling of isolation and imprisonment. The issue is, I feel like Jackalope would want to keep that line open in case the prisoners had questions/issues with the experiment that affected their acting. So idk if the prisoners voice these concerns about Es mid-trial or they're forced to wait. I'll get back to you on that, hm

And Yonah!!

I wasn't avoiding spoilers, I actively looked for snippets here and there, but it was this ask that finally motivated me to sit down and watch it through -- and I'm SO GLAD I DID 👀 It's really well-written and wonderfully acted!! I'm floored with the whole thing omg

I really like the idea that the Milgram team instructed Kotoko to mention Es' imperfection to rattle them a bit, but left the specifics to her. Jackalope thought she'd just make some quick comment, and does a double take when he listens in on the interrogation and realizes she has a lot to say on Es and the way Milgram is run.

Jacklope told her to be harsh with Es, and she thought that was no problem at all. She felt those opinions strongly and wasn't going to go easy on the criticism just because they were a kid. She goes into the interrogation ready to stay completely put-together... and then surprises everyone and herself when Es' distress moves her to pull them into a tight hug and tell them everything's going to be alright ;---;

#milgram #es #ill have to peek back through the material but i definitely remember es saying they dont have to worry about violence #and also openly condemning kotoko and other violent reactions #so the sudden switch would get their gears turning 👀#operation 'save es from whatever crap is going on' begins as early as t1 #more in line with canon than the au but capri had a thorough post about es' attacks and stuff with physical touch -- maybe i go peek at tha #i think theres more angst if the prisoners cant communicate with Anyone during the trials -- theyre completely sealed off #but i feel like it may cause more problems than its worth... but if its just a story i can just write those logistic problems away lol...#thank you for the ask!! i also need fuel between such long breaks of content so it makes me so happy to chat about this :D #and i appreciate the little nudge to watch yonah -- i can def see why its your favorite omg #that last moment i mentioned is SO important to me -- it reveals a huge part of kotoko that i think even she doesnt fully realize ;-;#tw child abuse #yonah spoilers #lights camera sing your sins

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