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crescencestudio · 2 months

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๋࣭⭑ Devlog #38 | 2.27.24 ๋࣭⭑

How is it already almost March omfg.

Anyways Happy Valentine's Day month!!! This year, I was swamped with work, so I didn't get a chance to make Valentine's Day art. I did make a Valentine's piece last year though.

BUT we did have beloved @magunalafay make these Valentine's Day cards this year for the community!!! <3 If you missed it, well Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!

She made these as a gift, and I love her very much. Maguna u r so talented

This month was pretty busy for me, but I'm super happy with the progress made this month ^^ I feel like I've started the year off in a pretty good groove after it being all over the place for a hot second, yay!!!

This past month, Etza and Druk's routes. With the revamped demo finishing its revisions, it left a lot more time for me to focus writing on full route development.

If you missed the announcement, I FINISHED Etza's first draft!!! YAAAYYY!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!

That means 4/6 routes are finished in terms of the base writing, which is so exciting to MEEEEE. I've always seen Etza's draft as The Milestone because with their route finished, it would mean the four Central routes are done writing. And to me, while there's a good chuck of writing left, we are nearing the end of it.

There's only two routes left and that means it's about ~100k words which is CRAZY compared to when I had ~300k to write (:cries:). Even if that sounds like a lot, once I start chipping away at those routes, that 100k goes into the "double digits" aka 90k...80k... etc. and that makes me want to pee my pants

We also finished editing Druk's route, yay!!! So we reached a lot of milestones this month ^^

We are nearing the end of the Vui background commissions. It's very bittersweet; I'm so used to mentioning him in my devlogs now </3 There's only like 3(?) more BGs left for him to make, and then all of the BGs for the game will be finished. Very Wild! I think Alaris will have 25ish BGs, and they are all Stunning.

It's been a while since I showed you all a BG, so I'll give you all a preview of one I just got in!

Isn't it cozy? Guess whose house hehe

I personally have been doing a lot of sprite work this month to finish the final art assets for the demo. I added some expressions to Druk and Aisa that I'd been procrastinating (I don't even know why I was procrastinating them). And I finally finished Mom and Kimura's updated sprites! Patreon already saw them, but I'll show the new versions here too ^^

Preview of Mom (left) and Kimura (right) updated sprites. Now everyone's sprite styles are cohesive YAY!!

Aside from sprite work, much of my "art" time has been on finishing up/putting together the last of the screens for the GUI. Specifically, I got THIS BABY up and running. She is my crowning glory.

Memory Screen to Replay Unlocked Free Time Dates

Oh my god.... You all have NO IDEA how much of a pain this was to code. There is a transparency gradient going on in the left and right B&W previews (courtesy of community programming angel feniks/shawna).

And then the effort to have the Titles and Descriptions of the Previewed Date change tilted me on Multiple Occasions. But we finally got it to work thanks to bestie @siyo-koy pointing out I just coded one stupid "if" statement wrong LJAFSLIEFJIEJ. But the effort was WORTH IT because I'm so proud of her!!! I hope you all like it too as a way to relive Free Time Dates. I had a lot of fun with the Titles and descriptions.

I also put together the Stats and Affection Screens

Preview of Personality Stats & Affection Screens

So I coded both of them a bit differently from each other. The Personality Screen shows you a breakdown of your traits so far. Think of it like a pie graph! So in the preview picture, your choices indicate you are 33% Brave, 16% Charismatic, etc. I felt like this was a more natural way to portray personality rather than how many bravery points you've collected so far!

And then for Affection, it works in a more traditional way, where it counts it based on how many you've gotten out of the total amount you can get. This way, as the story progresses, how close you are to the person reflects how much your relationship as developed!

I've also added little descriptions underneath each that change depending on the percentage. So for example, if you have gotten 82% of the affection points for Kuna'a, the description of your relationship might change as well hehe

Other than that, I've mainly focused on getting the demo together. We released the beta demo earlier this month (? LOL). And the feedback has been so kind!!

A lot of this month was spent polishing so that the demo can be ready for early access and eventually public release. I updated sprites, made sure music crossfades with each other so that transitions between soundtracks feel smoother, I added/polished all of the screens I needed to (e.g., Memory Room, Full Credits, Cleaning Music Room, Adding Stats Screens), and I FINALLY as of yesterday added the Voiced Lines!!

One thing I added in the Extended Demo that I'm really happy with is the use of Extended Pronouns (courtesy of Angel Feniks). Below is a preview of how it works now!

Preview of Extended Pronouns Function. Credit to Feniks

Basically, you can choose multiple pronouns for yourself, including custom pronouns (e.g., xe/xem, fae/faer, etc.). On top of that, you can choose how often you'd like the pronouns to alternate (e.g., every line versus every scene) and what kind of terms you'd like to be used for you (e.g., neutral vs. masculine vs. feminine)!

Overall, the demo is getting closer and closer to release!!! Early Access will hopefully be ready by the end of this week or next, so if you all would like access to it, please feel free to subscribe to my Patreon for this upcoming month! Available to Wyvern tier ($5) and up.

I didn't have any time to really play any games this month because I was drowning in work LMFAOSLJIEF. I did play the Threads of Bay demo by @lavendeerstudios and it was GORGEOUS! Very cute game with lovable characters and charming visuals. Andrew, I will have your number

Every other section was really long, so I'm going to throw it here even though it's not market research. But Intertwine recently hit 600 ratings, which is crazy. Thank you for still enjoying that game even if it's not one that is my main focus anymore. I'm really happy people still like it :on the verge of tears:

Anyways, this has been a long devlog. Here's to continuing to Ball in March. Hope you all have a great rest of your month, and I'll talk to you soon! <3

#alaris #devlog

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arceespinkgun · 11 days

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Jazz in "The Magnificent Six!" Character Analysis

When I completed my read of the Marvel UK Transformers comics, I was blown away by a text story in one of the annuals: "The Magnificent Six!" Not only is it the darkest this continuity ever got in my opinion, but it also recontextualized the personalities and behaviors of the main characters who appear in it, putting all their previous appearances in a different light. This was especially affecting since this story comes right near the end of the entire continuity, so that's years' worth of material that it made me reassess.

"The Magnificent Six!" follows Jazz, Prowl, Wheeljack, Inferno, and Sunstreaker, and how war has changed them. It recounts their experience with attempting to free a neutral town from Decepticon control and how the whole situation goes horribly wrong due to situations largely out of their control, while also exploring the impacts of survivor's guilt. In the present, Optimus unknowingly sends them on a mission to that same place and they are forced to confront and work through their trauma. There's a summary of the events in chronological order here or see the story as it's meant to be read, with multiple perspectives and flashbacks throughout, on 🏴‍☠️ websites just by searching, "transformers UK annual read online" and selecting the second-to-final annual.

Content warning: this story includes sadistic torture on top of its other dark themes, and I'll have to make reference to the disturbing content.

In this post, I want to break down how this story made me see Jazz—one of my favorite transformers—differently, and why I think this is such an interesting and effective backstory for him. Something to note about "The Magnificent Six!" is that despite Prowl having been the leader of the titular team, Jazz is the central focus. He gets a flashback to himself, Megadeath (the Decepticon leader they face in the story, particularly sadistic and zealous even for Decepticons) attacks him first, he is the one to tell the whole truth of what happened to Silverbolt, and his words close out the story.

Hint: the Autobot you don't recognize who's standing on the hill is the one who didn't survive

Jazz's Characterization

Jazz's characterization in the rest of this continuity is similar to the way he is in the Sunbow cartoon... at least, on the surface it is. He loves Earth culture, especially music and dancing! He's really good at improvising! He tries to be positive when he talks to people! But he can also be kind of hard to read. There are some less obvious things about Jazz's character as well. There's another annual story I've posted in full that seems to indicate that while being pleasant on the surface, Jazz internally judges the people around him. He gets antsy when he's stuck in one place too long.

And at his core, he seems to want to just soak in the sights and appreciate life quietly without war or other people around.

Jazz meets a deer!

Jazz is very eager to try diplomacy as a strategy, and in an early story, secures a fuel source this way.

I bet Jazz learned about capitalism by listening to "Material Girl"

However, while Jazz is depicted excitedly absorbing human culture, he doesn't necessarily feel like he understands humans or that he's understood in turn. While he interacts with humans, there is often a distance in those interactions.

Jazz was sometimes drawn with triangular eyes under his visor that make him look old and depressed

Jazz also sometimes comes across as being deadened to violence. I remember in one annual comic, he shoots at Starscream and ends up killing a human villain Starscream had abducted, and Jazz never thinks about or talks about it afterward.

In one of his early interactions with humans, he also didn't seem to register that preventing Sparkplug and Buster from running out of the Ark with a flamethrower might hurt them in any way.

A calm also applies to when violence is inflicted upon him: in the Target: 2006 story arc, when he's captured and tortured by Galvatron, he's very calm throughout until the end, when he just laughs at the turn of events.

I love that Galvatron gives a long speech about his origin and fight against Unicron and Jazz's reaction was just to be like, all right, guess that's one less thing I have to worry about LMAO

Speaking of Galvatron, in this continuity, there's an alternate universe in which Unicron ate Cybertron and Galvatron was conquering Earth for him. In that reality, Jazz ended up as one of only three survivors (Jazz, Prowl, and Inferno... hey, also all members of the Magnificent Six lol) and when he was about to face Galvatron in a last stand he believed was suicidal, his dialogue revealed a lot about his character.

All of these traits I've mentioned will be explored in "The Magnificent Six!"

Jazz in "The Magnificent Six!"

In the opening of the story we Jazz from a unique perspective. The first notable thing is that we learn who he was back before Optimus Prime became a leader. Jazz was a freedom fighter who went around liberating territory from Decepticon rule. Not only that, but because this first flashback begins from the perspective of a Decepticon guard (Steamhammer, said to have been a killer even before the War), we get a rare glimpse into what the Decepticon perspective on Jazz was back then. It sounds like he was one of the most dreaded and hated of the Autobots!

And the reputation appears to be well-earned. Jazz in the past here seems noticeably different in personality—he comes across as hot-headed and more of a leader. Notice how unsure the supposed leader of this team, Prowl, comes across in this flashback, in which he instead looks to Jazz for approval.

Later, when we see Jazz's flashback, we get further context into his character, and suddenly his love of other cultures and their media is so bittersweet. In this flashback, he's running over the events in his mind, trying to figure out when everything went wrong. Ultimately, he blames himself for nearly laughing at the offensive joke Sunstreaker told to try and lighten the mood after the citizens' museum was bombed—Jazz believes that's when everything fell apart. So of course he'd be so focused on culture!

And of course he doesn't speak his mind! His guilt would prevent him from doing so.

Especially given the consequences. For people who haven't read the story, note that I'm going to describe the darkest part now. We get to look into Jazz's mind as he's being tortured, melting to death. Laughing maniacally is his response to being pushed past the brink of despair.

This is notable because as shown above, when he's captured and tortured by Galvatron millions of years later, he has this exact same reaction!

Essentially, in retaliation for the seven days the team was able to fend off the Decepticons, Megadeath had them tortured for seven days. That included the melting scene. But he only inflicted physical pain upon five of the six—one, Stampede, a beastformer, he left untouched, but forced to watch as his friends were broken mentally and physically. Then, he gave the five disassociating team members to the count of ten to prevent him from executing Stampede in front of them, knowing they were too mentally damaged to even move, making them feel consumed with guilt.

And as if that wasn't enough, he then told them he'd left a nuclear bomb beneath the town they'd tried so hard to save, and they couldn't find it in time before it blew up. They then ran away in shame and feigned amnesia for millions of years.

I recount all this horrific shit because it explains a lot about Jazz as a character. He is a very pleasant person, and is extremely popular—in Target: 2006 a mind-controlled Jazz takes out all the Autobots just because nobody wanted to lay a finger on him!—but he almost never confides emotionally in anyone and has very few close bonds. I believe the loss of his teammate and the way Megadeath twisted the knife gives a lot of insight into why this is—Jazz of course feels the burden of responsibility and works hard to do good, but how could he bear to let people in after all of that? Especially when he blames an expression of pure emotion on all of those traumatic things happening to so many innocent people?

Prowl and Silverbolt

I also want to touch on two of Jazz's dynamics with other characters, ones that are relevant to "The Magnificent Six!"

As can be seen in some of the excerpts above, Prowl is another important character in the story. While many of the most dramatic beats center Jazz, Prowl also gets some of the spotlight. At the end of the story, when the Autobots find the inner strength to face Megadeath again after talking openly about their traumatic past, everyone beats Megadeath nearly to death. However, Prowl finds it within himself to resist a killing blow, because to kill an unarmed opponent is morally wrong. And while this story closes with Jazz's words, it's Prowl who prompts them.

When I say that Jazz has very few close bonds, Prowl is actually one of those few, probably the most significant one. While reading through the comics I did notice that Jazz shows noticeably more concern for and closeness with Prowl than he does with others (see issues #266 and #268) and also gets uncharacteristically angry with and argues with him in issue #42 (though this doesn't shake their ability to work together—which I feel is also notable). That being said, I didn't think anything of this for quite a while. I had also noticed that Prowl seems to really respect Jazz and defer to him, but I also didn't think that was important because like... who wouldn't respect Jazz? But with the additional context of "The Magnificent Six!" I feel as if this is significant due to the shared trauma and their initial reputation.

It's actually very rare to see Jazz be physically close with anybody

This leads me to Silverbolt. Silverbolt is also a significant character in "The Magnificent Six!" because he's the only person sent on the mission who wasn't part of the original team. In fact, he was created on Earth! Because of this, he's the one who pushes hard for the other Autobots to open up about what is keeping them paralyzed with trauma and shame. You can see how he goads Wheeljack and it spurs Jazz into finally seeing that they have to face the truth because it's been eating away at them for millions of years.

Silverbolt's presence is also what causes Prowl to remember Autobot morality and resist the urge to just kill Megadeath.

Silverbolt's perspective on opening up to others is informed by his experiences with his fellow Aerialbots, who are as young as he is. Throughout this continuity, Silverbolt spent a lot of time struggling and causing erratic behavior when combined with his teammates, because he kept trying to hide his fear of heights from everyone. But he remembers in "The Magnificent Six!" that he was met with more support than he'd ever had before once he did face the truth.

Silverbolt is a big proponent of therapy!

"The Magnificent Six!" is what I consider to be the conclusion to a series of comics known as the Earthforce branch of the Marvel UK run, and Jazz, Silverbolt, and Prowl were all members of the Earthforce together, as were the other Autobots on the mission. But I feel Silverbolt being the one to drive the plot forward is particularly significant due to a thematic connection. Previously I mentioned a fight that Jazz and Prowl got into, which happened early in the UK run—Prowl and his supporters called on Optimus Prime to use the Matrix to give life to Autobot super soldiers and just crush the Decepticons in order to prevent more casualties. Jazz and his supporters said that would be immoral and that there was no way they'd have enough fuel for those super soldiers when they barely had enough for themselves.

Optimus was incredibly distraught by this argument but came down firmly on the side of not using the Matrix for such things. ...At least, for a little bit, until he reconsidered after Megatron reemerged. Optimus went back on his original decision and made the Aerialbots. Perhaps Optimus's guilt over using the Matrix in this fashion caused him to be exceedingly harsh toward the young bots multiple times throughout this continuity, seemingly having little faith in their abilities.

I think there's something especially resonant about one of the people who was created as a result of that disagreement being the one who ended up giving them the support they needed to face their own traumatic past.

BFFs share laughter as a coping strategy for dealing with the most painful moments in life!

Conclusion

While I get the sense that this may change, particularly with the new Skybound comics featuring Jazz and showing more of his friendship with Cliffjumper which has its source in the Sunbow cartoon, I don't feel like we've ever had this much of a window into Jazz's past and such a deep look at his personality and relationships. I don't think that any future content needs to be this dark, but I hope that as much attention is given to Jazz in the future! As it is, I think this is some of the most compelling material Jazz ever had.

#transformers g1 #transformers marvel #maccadam #Jazz #Prowl #Silverbolt #my analysis #long post #I mean it this is long #and yet this is somehow only scratching the surface LMAO

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psychosncottagecore · 8 months

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I'm back! Kind of! This was a request from @thelirofnorthlands I hope it meets your expectations dear! Please excuse any errors, as I'm sure everyone can tell I haven't posted in almost a year and it's been a while since I've watched Vikings... but, I couldn't NOT write a fanfic for my beloved Halfdan!

Halfdan loved Bjorn... really he did. He was close to Ironside, respected him, travelled with him, fought alongside him. Halfdan shared a wanderlust and meals and voyages with the blond viking. Really he would share most anything with Bjorn... but you. He refused to share you with anyone. And that was how he found himself, leaned wholly too close to the crackling fire, watching you laugh with the larger man a short distance away. He could not stand for it, would not. It was true, you were not his, not in so many words , but he had thought there to be an understanding, a mutual sort of affection created by sharing bedrolls and stories and lingering looks. Perhaps he'd been a fool, a short sighted idiot oblivious to your pining for his friend just as you were oblivious to his own pining.

Halfdan found a heat rising within him quickly, one entirely different from the heat the fire provided him. This was a green sort of flame rising in his chest, one that demanded some action being taken. It was only stoked as he saw you hand land upon the blonde's arm. He pushed himself up from the fire suddenly, earning a half glance from a man beside him who's name he did not care to remember. The acrid taste of ash from the fire coated his tongue, he was fairly sure it was soot anyway, he hoped it to be soot and not his bodies response to what he thought to be some sort of betrayal.

You turned your head as a hasty movement erupted in your peripheral vision, you had been joking with Bjorn all evening, both of you finding you had some shared experiences that lent themselves to easy conversation. Of course you had wondered about the whereabouts of your closest companion, Halfdan. Closest companion? Perhaps more, certainly one of your bedrolls was empty more nights then not. Either way, you had expected him to come and join you as the moon rose but he had not made an appearance. Although mild concern flitted through you, you knew him to be a capable warrior, as were you, surrounded by loyal men and women no less. No harm had befallen him, you soothed yourself. But Bjorn's knowing look cast towards you told you, you had not hidden your concerns well as the conversation partially trailed off. "He has been sat by the fire watching us like a hawk for hours. How you have not felt his eyes burning into you is some small wonder." Was all he said, placing a hand on your shoulder as he turned his attention to another person talking.

It was when you felt Bjorn's hand suddenly moved from your shoulder that the ounce of concern grew to something bigger, until a familiar weight settled around your shoulders, the scent of smoke and pine and salt enveloped you. "You have been missing all evening." You hummed casually, turning your body into Halfdan's embrace. His arm tightened around you, just a modicum tighter then normal, no where near enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know something was wrong. "Is my company not enough for you?" His voice was hoarse, almost a whisper, as if the volume at which he spoke would betray the inner turmoil that was as plain as day upon his face.

"You wish me to only speak to you?" You asked, eyebrow raised as you moved to separate yourself from him. Close as you may be, and as in love as you thought yourself to be, you would not be chained in any capacity, especially when it came to your friends. A concerned, surprised look pained Halfdan's face and he shook his head hastily.

"Of course not, silly woman." He muttered "I just wish you to only caress my arm, only look so enthralled and enchanted by me. I wish you to stop this, if this is only your way of getting closer to Bjorn." He muttered, the words tasting like acid in his mouth, and still quiet. Oh so quiet, and completely unlike Halfdan. "You are more stupid then you look." You mused to him quietly, taking a step closer towards him once more and using a hand to cup his chin. "Bjorn could neither captivate, enchant nor enthrall me half as much as you do, sweet fool." You murmured, anyone else saying these things might have been reaching for a shield right about now. But instead you looked the viking square in the eyes, they were shining and held wide as he listened, as captivated by you as he thought you to be by Bjorn. "It is you that captivates me, it is you I wish to share my bedroll with, I have no greater wish than to return from exploring and raiding to a hearth with you." That was all the viking had to hear, as you described your wishes, he pledged himself to you, heart and soul, verbally and spiritually and as he did, he finally pulled you in for the kiss he'd been waiting years to be granted.

#fanfiction #halfdan #halfdan the black #vikings fanfic #x reader #bjorn ironside #halfdan x reader #female reader

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Hello! 👋 Could I get a yandere, normal and Humans are cute au! Transformers Prime matchup (as a human), please? 🐅 I've read the rules and I hope that I didn't do anything wrong by accident (and counted the words right!).

I'm 18+ and transmasc, so nsfw is fine. Gotta love the big alien bots! I use he/him or they/them pronouns. I'm demisexual and attracted to men.

I'm a deeply emotional and usually quiet person. More of a listener than a talker unless I'm really comfortable with somebody. I like listening to what other people have to say and if possible limit my company to one person at a time. My main love language is physical touch and words of affirmation are a close second. I believe good communication to be the foundation of any relationship. My personality type is INFP.

My main interests are art (painting, sculpting - traditional mediums) and video games as well as exploring the human mind through works of fiction. I really like immersing myself in new and different worlds - sci-fi and fantasy genres are wonderful! Sometimes I write things on the side or make ocs for myself. I also really like densely green areas and like visiting forests whenever I get the chance to. I also like electronic music - synthwave. I ADORE tabletop RPGS! I like making a character and then acting them out. I prefer audio books over reading and I have poor eyesight (near sighted).

Dislikes: children, loud noises, crowds, being approached from behind or surrounded, being yelled at (I will cry.), having to wake up early, hot weather

Breakdown is Yandere for you!

Breakdown absolutely adores how small you are. Decepticons hold no love for humans or any organics for that matter, but you have a special place in this Con's Spark.

He will tell you stories about the Bots and Cons he has fought against and how they never stood chance against him. Only one has been able to match his strength and that was this green Autobot called Bulkhead, but Breakdown doesn't talk about his losses since he wants to stay as the strongest Mech in your mind.

He will happily hug you if it makes you happy and keep you close by. If he let you out of his sight even for a second, you might be trampled by some Vehicon or worse, try to contact Autobots and attempt to leave Breakdown.

The Con warrior isn't the most artistic but he enjoys watching you do what you like. Video games are new to him also, but if you show him fighting games he is SOLD. Humans have virtual fighting simulators? So cool!

Breakdown is interested in your games and having your own characters, but if things get too complicated for him to understand, he usually spaces out.

It's easy to forget when you are around him that he is a ruthless Decepticon warrior and an extremely protective one at that. If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, he has his hammer out and is threatening the guy and literally making them beg for their life. No, they shouldn't beg from him but from you!

If Breakdown thinks that the apology isn't good enough he sees nothing wrong in teaching the Con or Bot some manners. He is just looking out for you.

I match you with Bumblebee!

You're one of the few people who can understand Bumblebee, but what draws him towards you is how you perk up when something you like is being discussed about.

Raf was just one day talking about how he thought about getting into some RPG games and you light up like a newborn star and start telling and explaining everything you might know about the games.

Bee makes a comment that you are really cute when you talk about your interests and you two kinda became a thing.

Bumblebee enjoys quality time with you and loves holding you close as he plays you some of your favorite songs, usually electronic. If he is feeling like showing you some affection, he tends to choose romantic songs.

If the two of you take a trip somewhere, he likely will play your current audiobook in the speakers.

The yellow Autobot would love to tell you about Cybertron but his words are limited so he relies on other Bots to explain about their home planet to you.

Bee is familiar with sci-fi but fantasy is new to him, but luckily he is eager to learn. He would love to create new worlds and your own characters! He wants to badly be a strong and heroic warrior and save you from evil goblins. He just wants to be your hero in shining armor in both game and real life.

Knock Out is your owner!

You were originally a gift to Knock Out from Breakdown. The big brute wanted to make sure that his lover would always have someone to puff the red mech and that he could never feel lonely when Breakdown wouldn't be able to be with him.

Knock Out thought it was a joke, but then he looked at you and decided that "Frag it" and took you in.

This sleek beautiful Con is a good owner. He takes care of things that belong to him, and you are one of those things. You're a fine human specimen, even if a little quiet at first. He encourages you to speak because he wants to hear you praise his paint job or finish.

He will take you out with him to see drive-in movies and shop for stuff. You're his pet so you must look at least half as good as he does.

When Breakdown is gone, like, gone for good, you're there to offer Knock Out company and sympathy. He doesn't cry, he is a Con, but he will quietly hold you in his arms as if you would also disappear if he let go even for a second. You're the last thing he has of Breakdown and he will cherish you.

Please, do paint a pretty picture of Knock Out or make a statue of him. He will love them because he knows that you put a lot of effort into them.

These games you show him are interesting to say at least. Knock Out likes playing with you, even if he needs a moment to learn, but he makes a great Bard.

You would think he would make his character a Cleric or a Healer, but nope, he wants to sing about his glorious looks and the exciting adventures the two of you end up on.

#matchup #yandere #yandere matchup #humans are cute #pet human #human pet #breakdown #bumblebee #tfp #transformers prime #transformers #knock out #knockout #knock-out #Anon #ENJOY!

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multiversal-madness · 5 months

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Scattered Feathers Au - The World's Layers

So in Mcsm, there are only two 'layers' of the world that we know of - the current Overworld and the Underneath. In my Au, I've expanded on that idea and added details to not only to the layers we know of, but also to the layers below the Underneath.

So, first up:

The Overworld - The Top/Third Layer

The most recent world to be made and the home of Jesse and her friends.

This layer is missing a lot of the features present in current Minecraft, only having features up to the World of Colour update. This includes the world generation side of things as well, no extravagant caves or mountains or what have you.

This is because Romeo was the one to sculpt this world instead of Fred, the Nether admin wasn't able to capture the same environments Fred could and since Romeo was doing things alone, a lot of things found in the underneath weren't carried over to the surface.

Another interesting thing about this layer is it hasn't been around for all that long, only a few decades at most, though the memories of the older folk who live up there think otherwise. The truth is Romeo took a lot of people from the underneath to populate his new world, then messed with their memories so they'd think this was always their home (and so they'd forget the admins as well).

Aside from Romeo, only one person living on the top layer remembers what's below the bedrock...

The Underneath - The Middle/Second Layer

The world the admins built together, though Fred mostly handled this one while Romeo and Xara took care of the end and the nether respectively.

It's the most current version of Minecraft, meaning it has the caves and cliffs world generation, the cherry and mangrove trees/biomes, mobs like phantoms, bees, goats, allays, etc... With a few exceptions.

It doesn't have access to the deep dark, and a few biomes (particularly cave related ones) aren't there either. This also, of course, includes the sculk and warden, which are only found in the next layer down.

The Deep Dark - The Lowest/First Layer

The only thing that remains of the ancient world (in the overworld at least). The deep dark has a few safe caverns, a few dripstone caves or the rare lush cave, but most of the caverns have been consumed by sculk.

What was once a safe haven from the dangers above the bedrock (long gone by the time the admins were sent out to rebuild the world) has long since become a death trap, only one of the settlements hold life - and even then it's only three people that currently live there - The Ancient City. It too has been consumed by sculk that fed on its inhabitants, but those who remain know how to be quiet and muffle any sounds.

Very few things survived what pushed people to hide underground, to retreat and build a protective layer of bedrock, but that world had held many removed or never added features in Minecraft. From mobs like the glare, the rascal, the moobloom and more to the mechanics like gears instead of redstone and potions brewed from cauldrons. A few mobs that were remade for the above worlds were different in this world as well.

The Void - Beneath The First Layer of Bedrock

Ever-present across any dimension, ever-lasting and impossible to destroy or move, ever hungry for whatever falls below its threshold. The only place where there is truly nothing, where only entities can enter.

Blocks refuse to be placed in it, pistons will not push past it, even liquids spread as if on a solid surface rather than enter it. Only a dragon can (and does) survive its embrace.

When close enough to the void, its presence can be felt and it isn't a good feeling or easy to become accustomed to. It can even affect vision, creating what could be described as a 'void fog'. It is possible to get used to the feeling, but only really for those who grow up near it.

#Scattered Feathers Au #Scattered Pages Au #Mcsm #Minecraft Story Mode #Mcsm Au #feel free to guess who the one who remembers is (It comes with angst-)

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Hi this is an ask inquiring about the fucked up details of the zones nothing is off the table I wanna know what u mean!!

hi!!

i guess what i want to see is how the bad parts of the zones affect killjoy culture/desert culture in general. like fucked up things on a larger scale i guess. i see a lot of easily-resolvable bad things (ex. someone gets hurt but then someone else patches them up, minor character death) or what's basically just violence for the sake of violence (everyones evil and kills and hurts other people in cold blood with no good reason, what i made the original post about). neither of these are inherently bad (though the latter usually isnt my cup of tea) and technically do acknowledge bad things in the zones but its on such a small scale. i wanna see worldbuilding!! bc theres so little canon content for danger days it makes it the perfect story to build up your own little world and i feel like people definitely build up the characters but don't build up the actual world as much. or maybe they do and i'm just not seeing it?

like one idea that i've been kinda toying with lately (that i hope is a good example) is the idea of medics usually being loners/in groups of other medics instead of each group having a medic or two because without proper medical care, something that might have an easy fix irl can be deadly or at least way worse in the desert, and because of that people fear getting sick. because medics are constantly around people who have potentially contagious diseases, people fear being around medics and try to avoid them if necessary to avoid getting sick. this is part of why being non-op if youre trans is so common- most people won't risk an operation if it isn't necessary to stop them immediately dying. this avoidance of medics is also part of why so many people in the zones are misinformed or just aren't informed at all about many illnesses- how are they going to learn if they won't get near the experts?

basically just worldbuilding my beloved <3

here's a bunch of ideas for potentially fucked up things beyond just killing murder violence and questions to prompt worldbuilding, if anyone's interested. under the cut bc this is long:

like i was talking about above, sickness. how do people generally act toward those who are sick? how much of a difference does the type of illness make in how the sick person is treated? does the way they're treated vary between different kinds of people (killjoys, neutrals, etc)? how do different groups go about curing sickness? how readily available is medical help or medicine? how good are the average desert dweller's first aid skills, and does it vary between groups?

hunger/thirst. what do different groups usually eat? where do they get their food and water from? do they get a balanced diet, or is it just whatever they can get their hands on? do they eat breakfast/lunch/dinner like we do or not? if not, how often do they eat? do they tend to have big meals or small meals? when there's not enough food for everyone, who gets to eat first? how do different groups feel about stealing from others to get what they need? are there certain groups that try to provide food and water for those in need, or is it everyone for themselves?

prejudice/discrimination. i know a lot of people hc the zones as being very accepting, but surely no place is perfect. are certain groups discriminated against in the city too, or is it specific to the zones? are they treated better in certain parts of the zones, or by certain groups? do they have their own spaces? are there any specific parts of desert culture that contribute to prejudice against certain groups?

capitalism. since most people agree the city is a capitalist hellscape and the zones seem to work somewhat similarly (people still having to buy things, a lot of people have written stories about killjoys trying to get enough money to buy things they need, etc) how do you earn money in the zones? if people have jobs, are workers paid well? what happens if you dont have enough money to get something you need? is trade/barter acceptable, or is it money only?

shelter. it gets pretty hot during the day and pretty cold at night, how many people have adequate shelter? will others take you in if you don't have shelter? do people stay in their shelter of choosing for extended periods of time, or do they move around a lot? how do people decorate their shelters, or make them more comfortable? what types of furniture or supplies are found in the average shelter?

violence. how often do people face violence in the zones? what reasons to people have to be violent to one another? does violence usually come from other zone dwellers, or does it happen between zone dwellers and better living industries? are violent incidents usually fatal or not?

childhood. how are children usually treated in the zones? how protected are they from the above problems? what lengths will people go to to help a child in need? what age is considered adulthood? do children lose the help and protections they once had (assuming they had any) once they're considered adults? is anyone willing to help those who've just reached adulthood?

obviously there's more things than that, but i think that's more than enough to get you started. lmk if you actually use any of these to do some worldbuilding, id love to see it!!

#asks #zomb1edude #the zones

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kettykika78 · 10 months

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KettyKika78 fic - after the sex - cap 1

notes: With ao3 down, I decided to post here my only -for now- online fic. It's 3 chapters, about 1200 words, nothing explicit, POV First Person, Idiots in Love, Missing Scene, Sherlock in Denial, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Damn Mycroft, Episode: s03e02 The Sign of Three, Second Time, 221B FicletPost-Canon, John Watson Has Feelings, we don't see the sex, we see the aftermath, It can be read as Canon compliant. Angst, happy ending. The beta work was done by the fabulous alto_mumma, and totallysilvergirl was my soul support.

After the Sex. _ by KettyKika78

Chapter 1.

No. It wasn't the sex that changed me. Us. One might think that overcoming the obstacle of intimacy between two people is like turning on a switch. But there are many ways to ignore what happened in retrospect. I can make myself delete things, overwrite, replace the actors of the moments I've lived.

The term Mind Palace can deceive those who have never used mnemonic techniques. For a simple mind, it is easy to imagine vaults in the corridors of a luxurious villa, or a filing cabinet to consult an ethereal library. But for me, these are familiar places, people, sensory stimuli that have the role of driving the simulations of actions. Thanks to data that functions as fuel, my mind is like a racing engine.

My mind has always been my main resource, my pride, my damnation. Since I was a child I have recognized how this was the element of distinction between me and everyone else. Except Mycroft, damn it. No, don't put parents in the equation. Mycroft's mind has always surpassed me, because he has always been able to handle any problem related to the goldfish he was dealing with, and has always enjoyed managing anyone's relationships. He can predict people's behavior and outcomes way better than me, such that his capacity to manipulate is at top level, Demiurg like. Following Mycroft's method of walking the world was not for me, but the basic concept has helped me since I was a child. Caring was not an advantage. And Redbeard's case was a painful reminder for me. Yes, I asked Mycroft to tell me that word whenever I would come near to a sentimental disaster. I suppose he could use it during the wedding day. Damn him!

But no, I wouldn't delete that heated intercourse during the stag night. After our dancing lessons, that was the moment I felt his undeniable affection for me on my skin. I cannot delete it. His mouth on my skin, his taste, all blurred and heated, still so intense, heart shattering, something I had never felt before. I will treasure it.

I denied to him the meaning of that night.

“Who could be better to do it with than your best friend? I'm here to help you. You can trust me, I would not spill the tea."

John was somewhat taken aback, because his ever expressing handsome face suddenly went blank. I cannot – I would not – let myself be ruled by sentiments.

This is who I am. Sherlock Holmes: High Functioning Sociopath. I made myself! Alone is what I am. Readbeard’s loss teaches me my weakness. I'm too vulnerable, too sensitive when I lose my armour.

So, it will be. The case of Watson's wedding will be over soon, I just need to wait until that hideous notion of a sex holiday will finish so we will be finally ok. The two of us against the rest of the world, like before. Well, except the flatmates bit.

I want to have a happy blogger by my side, so I choose to believe her.

“Yes, it will be fine.

Sure John.

Fine.” End Chapter 1.

#sherlock fanfic #kettykika78 fanfic #johnlock fanfic

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clavissionary-position · 2 years

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Imagine Jean and Gilles during the war, sitting around camp one night. Jean's been quiet all evening, lost in his personal hell, and although Gilles spends the first half hour or so trying to cheer Jean up, to get him to eat something, he eventually gives up and settles for kicking the rocks around at his feet. The camp falls into silence save for the crackling of the flames and distant drunken chatter from the other soldiers.

Then suddenly Gilles notices something out of the corner of his eye.

"Jean..." He grabs Jean's shoulders and shakes him. "Jean! Look up! Look!'

Gilles' excitement finally seems to break Jean from his stupor. He follows Gilles' finger to see what he's pointing at. When his gaze fixes on it, his lifeless expression flickers almost imperceptibly. The event in the sky lasts only a handful of moments, but Jean's already on his feet.

Gilles cries after him in surprise as Jean hurtles out of the camp. He jumps up and runs after Jean, nearly tripping over their cookware in the process.

Even in the near pitch-dark outside the camp, Jean expertly navigates the terrain in a way that puts Gilles in awe of what little of Jean's silhouette he can make out. It's athletic prowess, it's elegance, it's angelic grace. He has to push his legs and stamina to their very limit just to catch up him.

When he does, he finds Jean standing in a clearing surrounded by the craggy forms of rock outcroppings. The night sky is even clearer out here than it was in the camp.

"Gilles, did you see where it went?"

"The star?"

Jean snaps his eyes to Gilles. "So it was a star?"

Well, uh..." Gilles awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "One of my tutors says it's probably not an actual star, but... Were you chasing it?"

"Of course. Someone could have been hurt." Jean hops atop one of the outcroppings to survey the horizon. "I don't see or hear anything though."

Gilles' heart lurches from the genuine concern in Jean's voice. He knows Jean will worry all night if not all week. And he almost regrets bringing Jean's attention to the shooting star in the first place.

"I've never seen anything like it," Jean says after another minute of silence. This time his voice holds a hint of child-like wonder. A kind of innocence that Gilles hadn't seen in Jean since before they came to the battlefield.

Gilles smiles as he climbs up to sit down on the rock at Jean's feet. "Wish for peace."

Jean looks down at him. "What?"

"They say if you wish on a shooting star, you'll get that wish." Gilles tilts his head. "Though, you have to make the wish while it's still in the sky."

Jean doesn't say anything for a long moment and Gilles is unable to read the silence.

Finally Jean gives a derisive laugh and sits down beside Gilles. "If peace were that easy to wish for, I think we'd already have it, non?"

Gilles takes out his waterskin and hands it to Jean. "Or maybe no one else in the world wants it as badly as you do."

"I would hope that isn't the case." Jean takes a tiny swig, then he throws the waterskin at Gilles' face.

"Hey! What-"

"It's empty."

"Ah..."

This next swathe of silence is more comfortable. It stretches until Gilles catches Jean staring at him. He's grateful for the dark that makes it impossible for Jean to see the warmth on his cheeks. Or maybe Jean can see it anyway. That wouldn't surprise him.

"Merci," Jean says, leaving it at that, and Gilles can hear the smile that he can't see.

Thank you for caring, even if that affection is wasted on me.

And maybe this is the memory that sits in Jean's heart on that evening when you trick him into letting you become his caretaker by lying about a shooting star.

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◆ 18+ blog, minors dni

#ikevamp jean #ikevamp gilles #jean d'arc #ikevamp headcanons #hcuteot #atelier writes ikeseries #ikevamp #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire gilles #ikemen vampire #candidate for rewrite

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aquadestinyswriting · 5 months

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Happy Muse Monday!

For any one of your characters, or even all of them if they all feel like answering, what is the scariest thing you have encountered so far in your adventures?

(Answering this for the 'Main Cast' since I have a bunch of stories for this question. All of it is under a cut because this is going to get long due to banter. Tagging @druidx and @blind-the-winds because you're going to love the answers here.)

Meredith: Hi there, sorry it took so long to get back to ye. There was some sort of lurgy making the rounds this past week. We're all fine now, so we can finally get around to answering this. I'll start us off then. The scariest thing I've encountered? Well, I have two things that're tied fer that... honour? Dishonour? Eh, whatever. The first one is flooded mineshafts. Our entire party kinda... forgot that our kit would weigh us down when we decided to tak' the quickest route to Torg's lair the first time. Needless to say two of our party drowned and the rest of us almost followed suit. It's not an experience I'd like to repeat at any time in the near future.

Yoruk: Ye did what?!

Meredith; *cringing* Ah, aye... I forgot I didn't tell ye that bit...

Yoruk: ....

Meredith: Anywho... The second one is that damn giant Dire Weasel. If ye don't know what a Dire Weasel is, it's a weasel, but bigger and spikier. They're generally around... two, three feet long usually. This one was around 5 feet long, spikier and with tonnes more teeth. It's a bit disconcerting when there's a rat-like face full o' teeth that's at the same level as yer face chasing ye through the Underpass. That one is tied in top place because it did manage to kill one of our party pretty much outright and just days after we lost Alphonse and Lorcian, so it wasn't the best time.

Yoruk: *muttering* Moradin give me strength. Are there any other instances ye almost died that I don't know about?

Meredith: noooooo....

Selene: *steps into the middle of the incoming domestic* Scariest thing we've ever encountered you say? Well, I could say something about losing my original library to the Hellmouth, but honestly? The scariest thing I've ever encountered was actually a trap in an abandoned temple. If I recall correctly we made it past the first trap ok (a simple corridor-long pit trap, nothing too challenging), but the second one was... well. I don't like spells that affect the mind, especially if they're malicious. And the trap in that second corridor was both. Now, I didn't end up getting trapped myself, so I was spared that particular trauma. Unfortunately, out of our whole six person party, I was the only one who wasn't. Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to see all of your friends fall into a catatonic state with no idea how to snap them out of it in a place that has so many other dangers and is hundreds of miles from the nearest village? I can handle physical dangers just fine, throw a big enough fireball in its face and it'll probably run off with its tail between its legs. Mental ones? *shudders*

Edwin: *blinking* Ok, that just makes my scariest thing look like peanuts in comparison, but I might as well say what it was. Frankly it was the demon scorpion - or was it spider?- thing that burst out of Granny Apple at the start of the Demon War. Now it wasn't that I was afraid of the demon itself. It was more the fact that it had been able to infest then kill one of the most ancient Treants on Titan that also happens to be a direct creation of Galana Herself. Being faced with a creature that could kill something that was so powerful was a bit terrfying.

Yoruk: *sighs* I mean, mine is going to be a wee bit cliché by now, but for me it was seeing what my birth-giver became once she had the opportunity to amass as much power as she wanted. I mean, she was always probably more demon than dwarf, but seeing that physically was... aye... Were it not for my friends and remaining family, I'd begin to think her line was Cursed or summat and worry about heading down the same path.

Meredith: I honestly dinna think that's anywhere near cliché, love. It'd be a wee bit worrying if it was. Anyway, I hope all that answered yer question.

#writeblr ask game #muse monday #answered ask #titan fighting fantasy #meredith gruksdottir #yoruk bloodvein #selene frigidwake #edwin goodwin

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thirdmagic · 6 months

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ah, yes... i dont know if it is people we share on our following list and I am not even sure if i was mutuals with them or if they unfollowed at some point before this but there were a few people, from fate fandom, people that i at least have been following for years and years, who put some stuff on my dash on the day of october 7th that. well. i jumped ship pretty much instantly because it sure was something to see after being woken by sirens and spending most of my day running between my apartment door and the bomb shelter and then seeing what was happening on the news. but yeah i havent seen a lot of it, like two-three people but i also know just enough of tumblr fate fandom to know how insular it is that i can pretty much extrapolate what must be going on in other blogs and what you must have seen. so i clearly ran away right on time lol

i don't even know if they've even forgotten some of these parts so much as they never learned about them or never knew. or maybe they haven't forgotten but need their specific easy narrative and to project their own familiar political issues on it so badly that they willingly remain ignorant. i also think there's just such an issue where the only antisemitism that registers as such in many people's minds really is just the shoah and the idea of a jew as a tragic victim of the shoah is the only one they can work with, so they just compartmentalize that from any kind of currently living, breathing, existing jewish person who is not so easily perfect-victim-ized.

but honestly, i think none of us here realized how bad it was too. i had a feeling something like this would happen one day eventually inevitably but it seemed to me like the next moment of devastation had to be way more far off and also that people would obviously do at least the bare minimum of caring and acknowledging that it's bad that it happened and to at least be a little compassionate because that's normal to expect, right. again, not a high bar, surely, right. and well. you know how that worked out.

and to you both: thank you for your kind words and your compassion and understanding. i am pretty much as safe as i can be, there has been rockets and attacks in the areas around where i live and smaller individual instances within it but nowhere near the scale of what's been going on elsewhere. emotionally i've had a few very rough days and very, very low points this past week, i won't lie, especially since i've spent the first week just kinda absorbed in following the news, but i'm doing much better than i used to and figuring out ways to deal with it and to cope, i've had a lot of people willing to listen and talk to, and i managed to find community in several different places to bond around this and work through it together

and you know for all the awfulness and all the ways people have been horrible about it online and elsewhere there's also been a lot of goodness, many, many people reached out to me personally in support, and i treasure and appreciate every single bit and every single effort you can make. and honestly it's especially valuable coming from gentiles and in general everyone who isnt affected or involved, i understand the risk it carries for you all to go against the grain and how much easier it would be to just go long with the narrative that refuses to listen and understand. so again, thank you. this stuff kinda helps me get through the day, even if it's just thoughts, words, or reblogs, it is still valuable to me and others.

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one-abuse-survivor · 10 months

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Content Warning: Trauma, Death, Grief

Why can trauma seemingly lay dormant until one is reminded of it again?

When I was about 5, I had a death in my family that must have traumatised me. I'm told I completely shut down and refused to be near anyone who was emotionally affected by it. I acted happy at the funeral, despite this being one of the most important people in my life.

I don't remember any of this at all, but was recently told about it from the person who knew me best in the time around the death.

I have had several deaths in my family since, I was fine with all of them. Both the old and expected, and the young and sudden. I wasn't particularly affected by most of them, though the child did make me cry, but I think that was all. I don't think I've ever experienced grief.

My partner is currently going through the death of a close relative. I don't know how to handle it. I'm angry at the grief them and their family are experiencing. It's almost like I resent them for grieving.

How do I handle their grief? How can I still take care of them with these feelings it's bringing up in me? How do I process my feelings, my trauma?

I don't currently have a support system or anyone I can really talk to outside my partner, and they understandably aren't in a place to support me now.

Thank you in advance.

Hey, nonnie. Sorry for such a late reply; I hope things are going better now.

Firstly, I'm really sorry you went through all that as a kid and sorry for your partner's loss. And, secondly, I think you handled this situation really well at the time you sent this ask. Just the fact you reached out for help is already huge; it means you wanted to take care of your partner as best as you could, while also taking care of yourself and your own emotional needs.

I'm afraid I don't really have any advice on how to handle your partner's grief alongside your grief-related trauma, though, because this isn't something I've been through.

However, I can tell you that it's okay if you can't always be the main source of support for your partner. It's okay to step aside when you need to and let others take care of a loved one, like family members, friends, mental health professionals, religious groups, or maybe local/regional associations that help people navigate grief. Stepping aside in a situation like this doesn't make you a bad partner or selfish. On the contrary: you're doing what's best to protect both of you from being hurt.

Processing trauma isn't something you can do overnight, or get out of the way quickly when someone needs your support. And I think if, for whatever reason, your trauma is causing you to have a fight-or-flight response around someone who is struggling and can't support you, the best thing you can do, at least short and mid-term, is to explain what's happening and explain that you love and care about them, but you need to step aside.

Hope some of this helps, and hope you are both doing better now. Sending all my support your way ❤

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It's Pokemon OC Monday again! I talked about Taiko last time, so like I promised here's some of her descendants: the Drum family tree! because I've been really into drawing family trees for my OCs lately! also yeah, i like dumb name puns on my ocs as you might guess

So, some members of the Drum bloodline get blessed by Arceus from birth, receiving ridiculous physical strength and near-invincibility. But because Arceus can't bless anyone without fucking it up, they also get anger issues and a difficulty relating to normal, non-superpowered humans. Platinum and Pearl both have this "blessing" due to Arceus foreseeing some evil rising in their lifetimes that they would be fated to defeat. ...Then they both defeated their fated enemy early on in their childhood, leaving them with a lifetime of superpowers with no target and a whole lot of personality issues.

More about all the characters behind the cut! (like, a lot of text about the characters. and another smaller family tree too. this got really long haha)

When they were younger, Platinum and Heart went on a Pokemon journey in Sinnoh with Heart's friends Palmer and Cynthia. Naturally, that's when Sinnoh faced a crisis with random gates to Distortion World opening all across the region and Giratina rampaging and struggling to get out. Platinum wasn't very into Pokemon training or Pokemon battles, but she could beat up Giratina with her bare hands, bringing peace back into the world. After that, she started just travelling across the world, looking for peaceful quiet places where she could be alone without anyone bothering her.

On one trip to Johto, Platinum met Kevin, a young man around her age who'd recently inherited Johto's Moomoo Farm. The two quickly fell in love, quickly got married, quickly had kids, quickly fell out of love and got divorced. Platinum got custody of their son Gold, moved to New Bark Town and became an incredibly bad single mother. As soon as Gold grew old enough that Platinum figured he could survive on his own (which is to say, way too young) she started going on her travels again, usually leaving Gold alone at home.

Somehow, possibly out of spite, Gold survived to become a mess of issues in the form of a child old enough to go on a Pokemon journey, and left, never looking back. Gold's also one of my favorite OCs ever and I could talk about him forever, but this is already long enough so let's move on.

Kevin, meanwhile, stayed at the Moomoo Farm and tried his best to manage both the farm and raising his baby daughter, but ended up having to hire help. Enter a pair of women named Joyce and Jennifer, a former nurse and a former cop respectively, who also had a baby daughter named Crystal, one year older than Soul. They moved to the farm as Kevin's roommates and co-workers, and over the years became practically family, with Crystal and Soul thinking of each other as sisters. ...I guess I should put their family tree here since I'm talking about them, but I'll have a separate post about them at some point too, most likely. I'll talk about them then.

(I thought of having this family tree as part of the Drum family tree at first, but I figured for ease of readability it should be separate.)

Anyway, Soul grows up to be a sweet if shy well-adjusted kid. Kevin often wonders how Gold is doing, but due to their distance and legal reasons (Johto's divorce laws are similar to Japan's in that divorced couples are expected to never have contact with each other or each others' families) he never tries to meet up with him. But when Gold, after a wild Pokemon-related injury, stumbles into the Moomoo Farm, Kevin realizes who he is and goes "oh fuck, my boy is fucked up, Must Dad". Gold is unused to the kind of soft parental affection Kevin shows him and has a hard time trusting him, or adults in general, but ends up hitting it off with Soul and accepting her as his sister easily. (Crystal is harder for him to get along with, as she reminds him of his mom in some ways.) whoops i ended up talking too much about Gold after all

Anyway on the other side of the family tree, Heart Drum is a pretty accomplished and strong Pokemon trainer, rivalling Palmer in their youth, but then ended up falling in love with Pokemon Contests instead. Through Contests, he met Johanna Oycester who became his new rival. They fought over Contest victories for years, until one day realizing they'd been in love for the last few years, and got married. When Pearl was born, Heart, having grown up with Platinum as his little sister, was unbothered by her inhuman powers and raised her the best he could with Johanna.

Though she was raised with love and understanding, and able to blow off some steam by fighting her dad's Pokemon growing up, Pearl still grew up with anger issues and a tendency to solve every problem with violence. However, becoming a Pokemon Trainer helps her gain some empathy for her Pokemon, and eventually people, though it's a slow process. She regresses in her thinking many times after growing frustrated, but thanks to people like Cynthia and Maylene teaching her their ideas of what it means to be strong, she eventually becomes a better person than her aunt Platinum. Pearl's another one of my favorite OCs, in case it's not obvious. it's about breaking the cycle of violence and improving yourself despite being dealt a bad hand and also angry violent little girls are fun to write and i created her at a time when i needed some outlet to lash out through and maybe her character development is also my own character development in some way???

Anyway if you want to ask me questions about any of these characters feel free! Thanks for reading all of that!

#pokemon oc monday #my ocs #pokemon #pokemon gsc #pokemon dppt #my art #tw mentions of child abuse behind cut #duth's pokemon au #id in alt text #sorry to everyone who uses screen readers because i feel like i'm really bad at writing ids #ken doesn't exist in this au due to obvious reasons #but i've been thinking about ways to get him in there somehow anyway #anyway pls ask questions if you have any!#i hope tumblr fixed the bug where readmores don't work in blog previews at some point

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Lol wait I JUST scrolled down and saw your con, my bad! Please share more info though if you'd like 👀

lol no worries! & yes of course I do, I love the Decepticons. They are so interesting to me in every version... I have a couple con ocs in the works, but none are ready to share just yet except for Cautery.

Cautery is the one I've worked the most on, I think because I had a clear mental image of how I wanted his altmode to look & so could really get specific when designing him. He's also just fun to me because... well... he sucks!

I'm currently piecing together his backstory in greater detail, it's based in the IDW 2005 comicverse but I do plan to make my own continuity eventually for no reason other than I'm getting real sick of constantly having to reference the wiki for every tiny detail.

He came about a couple years ago as I was considering the concept of a medic/surgeon being subjected to empurata, and how utterly destroying to someone that would be in the IDW-verse where so much emphasis is placed on the hands. I've reworked his personality a couple of times since then and I'm still not totally happy with it, but he feels the most cohesive he's ever been so I must be doing something right!

Some more info about him... hmmm.

Cautery was forged near the end of the Golden Age, so he's quite old. He's got one of those reedy old man voices that's a bit scratchy.

He was considered a prodigy, but how much of that is genuine natural talent and how much is due to his rare altmode affording him opportunities others wouldn't get is up for debate. He denies any Functionist sympathies, but does think he's more naturally skilled than his colleagues regardless of origin, even without his original hands.

He's not a fighter. He's just not built for it - he lacks inbuilt weaponry, his root mode tends to overbalance because of poor weight distribution, and his altmode's fastest speed is a slow crawl. He's perfectly capable of defending himself (after all, he knows very well how to take people apart, and he enjoys it), but he's at a strong disadvantage when up against more than one or two opponents.

He's a spiteful, vindictive, selfish person. He's always been selfish - pre-war, he was deliberately naive about anything that didn't directly affect him, and regularly left messes for others to clean up once he no longer felt like being involved - but he's really taken to being a Decepticon as an excuse to be the worst version of himself. It's a far cry from the person he used to be.

(Possibly) He and Whirl have met. They had a brief moment of self-recognition through the other and then immediately turned to violence so they wouldn't have to think too much about it.

I feel like I should have more things to say about him... his lore is in progress! I want to draw him again soon 💜

#answered #anonymous #oc: cautery #my ocs #tfoc #I need to reread again to get a better grasp on whirl before I decide for Sure if they’ve met. but I think abt it.#he def knows pharma and ratchet tho

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slimeywooper · 4 months

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Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 14 Part 2 - Revelation

Though you appreciate his offer, you inform him, "Well, honestly, I didn't actually do anything. After reaching the wash room, I decided not to do any work, and just played games on my phone. Now, normally I wouldn't do that, but I was in a really bad mood and I didn't want to reward someone for being cruel. Kudari wasn't with me, so he couldn't be blamed for the work not getting done."

Chuckling, he responds, "I see. In that case, if you aren't busy, would you be interested in coming over to my room?"

"To your room? Yeah, of course! I'd love to!" He actually invited you over! You can't screw this up! Don't be weird, don't ask any stupid questions, just hang out like friends do. Because that's definitely all this is, a friendly get-together.

Your heart is racing and you hope he can't tell how nervous you are. In a flash, the both of you arrive at his door. He must not have bothered to lock it, as it opens from him simply turning the knob. Upon entering his room, you notice how bare it is. A bed, nightstand, desk, two bookcases and a dresser. Unlike Kudari's room, there is not much that would strongly suggest any interests or memories of the person that lives here.

Walking further into the room to get a better look, you see that the nightstand by his bed has the drawer open. There are various rings, necklaces and bracelets strewn about inside, all with different stones decorating them. "Wow, you have a lot of jewelry. How come you never wear any?" you ask, curiously.

Approaching from your left, he tells you, "Oh, these are just trinkets I've collected over the years. I usually find something when I leave Plasma headquarters." Closing the drawer, his attention is back on you. "Sorry, I know it's not much, but do make yourself at home."

He doesn't have many places to sit. Eyeing his bed, you point at it and ask timidly, "May I sit down?" unsure if this is the correct course of action.

"You may," he says, and nods in approval.

Taking the few steps more necessary to get near the bed, you sit, trying not to feel awkward or self-conscious. Thinking of a topic that may help put you at ease, you begin, "So… you can talk to Empyrea?"

Smiling he affirms your question, "Yes, we can communicate." Grabbing the chair by his desk, he pulls it closer, positioning it across from you. The scene resembles the time you woke up in the personal suite, after meeting Kudari. He continues, "Though, the noises I make do not come from my mouth, but somewhere in my throat. Not from my vocal chords, specifically. Dr. Colress has tried to pinpoint the exact location the sounds come from, but he has yet to find where. It upsets him greatly whenever he makes an attempt. According to him, I shouldn't be able to produce them."

"I can imagine it does upset him. He's such a control freak, it probably irritates him that he doesn't know everything." Nobori seems to have a deep connection with Empyrea, so you ask the next question, "Since you've known the Subway Bosses from when you were a child, does that mean you met Empyrea around the same time?"

"Kudari and I met their Pokemon on the same day we were introduced to them. They only visit every few years. Every time they leave, it's Empyrea I'm most sad to see go. Kudari feels more of an affinity for Joltik than Galvantula, as when Joltik evolve, they go their own way, to start their own families. They're very territorial creatures, but they never stop caring for the young of any cluster they happen upon. He feels an intrinsic need to nurture them. The Galvantula we keep, on the other hand, he does not hold any affection for. I suppose Spindly gets a pass because he's known her since he was young. When it comes to kinship, the opposite is true for me. The Litwik are nice, but I feel no emotional connection to them. Not like I do Empyrea. There are never any Chandelure kept in the lab, so she is the only one I have ever been able to bond with. That's not to say I dislike Litwik or Lampent, but it's not the same as something that's like yourself…" Without you saying anything, he looks to you and apologizes, "I'm sorry, my rambling is making you feel terrible."

"Please don't stop," you request. "Some things you say are sad, yes, but If it's important enough for you to talk about, I want to be there to listen. That's what friends are for."

Nobori doesn't respond, but gives you a grateful look.

"Could you tell me about Kudari when he was younger? Was he really different from how he is now?" You make the suggestion with the desire of lightening the mood. As long as he talks about the times before they became teenagers, there hopefully won't be any more bad vibes.

"No, not really. I suppose the biggest difference now is his size and temper. But before that, he was more or less the same. Always fond of playing games and being creative. In hindsight, there seemed to be so much more hope back then." He starts his signature goatee twirling. "I was told by some previous employees that Dr. Colress actually took great care of Kudari when he was a baby. Similar to how babies cannot hold up their own heads, Kudari could not hold up his upper torso, he would hang limply if he was left sitting on his galvantula half. This would cause him great discomfort throughout the day, and when he was attempting to sleep, as there was no position he could lay in that would accommodate his human half together with his Galvantula half. They informed me Dr. Colress would carry him around most of the time, holding Kudari so that his head and torso laid on him, while his legs were able to hang freely. He did this every day, until eventually, Kudari was able to gain enough core strength to hold himself upright."

This information about Colress is quite endearing, though hard to believe. Remembering the time you saw Kudari shirtless, you announce quietly, "So that's how he became so muscular…"

"I… suppose so…" he trails off with a bewildered look on his face, lowering his hand.

Feeling embarrassed by what you had said, you try to move on, "What about you? Did Colress take care of you, as well?"

"Me? Well, I'm sure he held me and cared for me also, but I wasn't as… how can I word this… pitiful as Kudari. I don't mean that in a negative way, but for all intents and purposes, I was an average baby, aside from my color and eyes. Growing up, I was much more content to spend time by myself, though I suppose I was never truly alone. There were always spirits coming and going. Some of my free time was spent reading or playing games with Kudari." You're hanging on his every word, enjoying the look into the hybrids youths. "That's something that has followed me into adulthood. I still read when I have the time, though I don't have the space to keep the books. These bookcases only have my absolute favorite novels. Everything else is read on a tablet."

"I didn't know you had an interest in literature! Have you ever written anything?" you inquire, wanting to know more personal details about him.

He seems surprised by your question. "No, absolutely not. I wouldn't even know where to begin. No, I'm much more content just reading."

"Well, if you ever do deicide to try, I'd love to read it. I'm not what you would consider a 'reader,' but I dabble sometimes." You give him a smile. "Hey, you could even write a story about Kudari! Since he doesn't get to leave here, you could write him having adventures somewhere fun! It doesn't have to be realistic, nor do you actually have to show him, but it could give you some practice."

Nobori returns your smile, saying, "Maybe I will someday. Though, if I ever did show him, he might take offence to it."

"In that case, just tell him I was your editor. Then he'll be mad at the both of us." Shifting gears, you ask, "When you were a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he answers, "Honestly, I never had any aspirations of my own, strange as it may seem. There was always the feeling of expectation that I would just do what was needed of me. Now, Kudari, he wanted to be a scientist like Dr. Colress. He enjoyed following him around and attempting to help with the experiments he was conducting. His hair was even styled the same way as Dr. Colress' in an act of affectionate mimicry. But around the time he was eleven or twelve, as if overnight, he stopped, and was much more content with being in his own head. The anger he began to feel only accumulated from there. That's when Dr. Colress started to really come down on him." With a melancholy expression on his face, he mentions, "I think it broke his heart to see Kudari decline so much over the years. Not that he would ever admit such a thing. Perhaps that's why he can be so cruel… it's some kind of twisted form of revenge for his own heartache."

In a second, the whole aura of the room plummets. That was something you never thought of. Colress, being anything other than an asshole. If he was truly fond of Kudari when he was a child, the change in him when he started getting older must have been devastating. He did mention Kudari having temper tantrums when he was young, but surely Colress could have never predicted just how much puberty would change his temperament. Not that it erases the horrible things he now says and does to him. Maybe if Kudari had been able to keep his childhood disposition, they would be closer to a family, as opposed to whatever it is they have now.

Getting up from the bed, you lay a hand on his shoulder. He follows your lead, standing up as well, wearing an expression you can't quite read.

Nobori is silent, pondering something, before admitting, "I won't take your negative emotions if you don't wish me to, but know that I can sense them." He moves closer to you, your heart beating faster in response. Perceiving this, he asks, "Am I making you nervous? It is not my intention."

Your face reddens. The sadness you were feeling is quickly replaced by mortification. This isn't something you had realized was a possibility. He always seems to know when you feel bad, but this is confirmation that there is no hope of you hiding any 'off' emotions from him. Since first meeting him, he's known exactly what you were feeling, and when. Trying to defend your physical reaction, you stutter "N-no! Well, yes. But it's not a bad nervous! It's…" You grow quiet, not wanting to admit what you are feeling to him, much less yourself.

"Would it be presumptuous of me to state that I believe we are both experiencing the same sensation?" he asks, before closing the space that was left between you, placing his lips on yours. After a brief moment, he breaks away. You both stare at each other, that giddy nervousness returning. "Well, as much as I have enjoyed having you over, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to get some rest. I'm leaving tomorrow night on another job," he informs you.

It is sudden, but you are too overwhelmed from the kiss to protest. "Yeah, okay. That sounds like a plan." Starting to get your bearings again, you become aware of how hard you are clamping down on the cupcake container. Loosening your grip on it, you tell him, "Sure… I'll see you around." Making your way to the door, he follows closely behind.

Touching your shoulder, he turns you to face him again. "Thank you for coming over. I know I don't have much tact when it comes to personal affairs, but I'm glad we got to spend some time together."

"Yes, it was… nice. Maybe when you get back, we can talk some more about… everything," you suggest, wishing you could stay for longer.

Opening the door for you, he says, "Yes, absolutely. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again, (Y/N). Have a good afternoon."

"Have a good afternoon," you echo, exiting his room.

The rest of the day is spent in a dreamlike state. After leaving Nobori's room, you went straight to your dorm, not bothering to even try doing laundry like Colress had wanted you to. Ordering food to be delivered from a local restaurant, you ate by yourself. Once finished, you started on the cupcake. Kudari forgive you, but you ate the whole thing yourself. It was delicious. Colress must have ordered it from some high-end bakery. Thinking over the days events, only the latter half is getting replayed in your mind. What are you going to do? What can you do? Nobori is gorgeous, and he is so sweet and kind. It would be for the best if you didn't dive headlong into being smitten, if such a thing could be controlled. But for almost as long as you've been working in the lab, you've been feeling things for him. And he just admitted to feeling that same way. If you're careful, you two can be together without Colress or Kudari being any the wiser. Your blossoming relationship is something for only you and Nobori to share. When he comes back, you can discuss exactly what being his partner will entail, and how to go about it secretly.

#labmas au #hybrid au #colress #nobori #kudari #submas au

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ethereal-mochabocha · 10 months

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I just really need to rant somewhere no one in my life will see it. (This takes place online in a game mind you)

Lately I've been in such a dark place. My paranoia is at an all time high. At night I keep seeing faces around corners, in the corners of windows. Peering in from the outside. In the day I keep looking over my shoulder. The fear someone is near to me. A sinking feeling of dread at all times of the day. When I try to sleep everytime I close my eyes I see horrific creatures watching me from the dark. So I very seldom sleep and when I do it's because I'm too exhausted to keep going. The only time I sleep okay is when my partner is there with me but even then I feel guilty keeping them there.

What started it all was what someone did. I was struggling with a large amount of stress. Which was causing me severe mental issues. But some how I was holding it all together. I was able to still be happy and cheerful. Keep the mood cheerful.

It was the day of... Well I can't call them a friend but I will for simplicity sake, We'll call this person Kaiju, it was their birthday. I wasn't really excited for kaiju's birthday. Since I already didn't like them. It's a long story I might tell. I was mainly excited to spend time with my friends. My actual friends.

When I arrived I was greeted by my brother (not blood, super close friend) and close friends. As I was talking to them I heard a familiar voice and I saw the name tag. My heart sank. It was someone who I had hoped to never see again. (This person is not a bad person. More later) I felt like the boat I was in, had been hit by a large storm and I was knocked into the inky abyss of the ocean. I kept calm for as long as I could. But I had to leave, using the excuse of my internet was lagging, I left. It was the last bit of stress that pushed me into a mental or nervous break down on a scale I had only experienced once before.

My partner was there to keep me from... I'm not sure what from, but I fear whatever it was, is my source of dread.

I didn't blame anyone for my condition. I felt guilty that I could not attend do to my fears or stress. I wanted to let Kaiju know that I couldn't come and I couldn't use the lie of my internet being to weak, for I was going to stay on and play games to keep my mind from slipping.

I told Kaiju "Hey Kaiju umm... I'm not coming tonight umm... It's really personal it's not about you I just can't.... I'm really sorry." (Exact quote.) He respond rather quickly.

"all good you can stil come tomorrow :)" which this eased my mind. I started to calm down. But then... They couldn't help themselves but say something. "sorry I'm still friends with him but in my eyes he didn't do anything" I was hurt, Extremely. Kaiju told me a few things with that once sentence.

That they knew what they were doing. But didn't care how it affected me. I heard a thought echoing in my mind. "I know this person hurt you a great deal. But they didn't to me so I don't care." What's even worse. Is if I was to do that. I'd be ridiculed by our mutual friends called the villain and much worse.

I may not have considered Kaiju a friend but I cared about how we used to be friends and treasure the memories we did have. But in that one instant, it was all shattered.

I no longer cared and I wished for them to burn.

I wanted nothing more than to block and scream at them, telling them every single horrible thought I had of them. But instead, I didn't. I bit my tongue holding my words back till my face was blue. I'm still doing that.

I asked a close friend of mine who stayed at the party cause they were friends with Kaiju. Apparently he told the whole group what I had said. The person in question, lets call Ash, felt guilty for that happening. Showing more compassion for me than the person who claims I'm their best friend or sibling.

I want nothing more than to tell Ash it was not their fault. They had just as much control as I, that being none at all. Kaiju told Ash. It was not their fault and I was the problem.

I never told anyone they couldn't be friends with someone who I was no longer friends with. It was the simple act of blatant disrespect I was shown. Kaiju knew what they were doing. They could have given me a simple warning.

That was the Catalyst that started it all. I sank and kept sinking. Stress hold me down like chains. I fought tho. I wanted to tell Kaiju how I felt and I consulted two close friends both of which told me to not say anything cause it might tear the group apart. Which hurt immensely. I didn't want them to choose sides. I just didn't want to be friends with Kaiju. It felt as though they were telling me to not protect myself but protect them instead. Their feelings. Which is the only thing I ever do. I always protect everyone else's feelings and I no longer want to do that. I just for once want to protect myself and how I feel.

My partner fully respects how I feel and supports me.

It's been 12 days since it happened. I'm trying so hard to forget and move on. But it's burned into my brain, I want to serve my own karma.

These chains of stress that keep me from swimming to the surface back to my boat, hold me steady no matter how much I fight. My coworkers at work seem to treat me worse. My paranoia constantly tells me they're talking about me, saying horrible things. Then my one coworker for some reason after our trip has become so cold to me. Ignoring me almost entirely. That will to keep fighting is almost all gone. I want to move my limbs to swim out of this dark abyss, but they seldom listen to me.

It's affecting my relationship with my partner now. I can no longer take jokes that are meant to be harmless. Anything that hurts my feels, makes my chest ache and my tummy ties itself in knots with dread. I've become so mean and I snap horribly when someone rubs me the wrong way. I feel so guilty but its my own armor I have at the moment.

I know it will really upset people but I just need to let more people know what a horrible human Kaiju is. To tell Kaiju how horrible they are. For my own sanity. It's wrong to do that and petty but it's my life. I only get one

I wish to create a reality I want. Surrounded by people who truly support and respect me.

Would I be so wrong?

#rants n rambles #vent

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