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@fate-rewired
"Now, at no extra charge,
let me show you a few
toys of mine..."
Known Allies
Datashrike ⊹⊹⊹ datashrike
Megatron ⊹⊹⊹ death-is-upon-you
Mourningstar ⊹⊹⊹ dollofiacon
Traveler's Map
[Carrd || Promo Post || Call for Allies || Opens || GFX Credits]
Character: Aether Stardust Theme: Surface vs. Depths
Based mostly on listening to this (specific version of) song and thinking about Aether's mind.
A rare Swindle post, he has a folder and everything yet I rarely post him. Why that is I know not.
@dollofiacon asked:
💬 [let’s hear it from Swindle, Haven, Aether and Shatter]
[Send a 💬 to hear how my muse feels about yours. || Accepting.]
"Well,..." The mech mentally shuffled over his memories of the strange femme.
"She's a wonderful entrepreneur, the fact she charges nothing for her goods notwithstanding.- Her demeanor and countenance can ward off...most would-be evil-doers, and I do find her silliness to be rather charming." Swindle shrugged. "But she is, decidedly, lacking in a decent level of intelligence. At times, I wonder if she's secretly pulling a fast one on me- but then she does something and I remember otherwise." He let out a soft sigh. "But, it is what it is- and one does tend to meet a wide variety of people, especially in a job such as mine. She's got her charms- as does everyone- so I'm certain she'll do fine."
"I can't say I really understand what's going through her head all the time, but- I've never been all that good at people, despite m'job. She's definitely a good egg, though. How she managed to get on Swindle's good side insteada ending up as merchandise is beyond me, but I'm happy she is.- 'S nice to hear about methods for making Cybertronian cuisine, even if I know I can't recreate it."
[Somewhere, in a universe far, far away...]
"I can't say that I know much about her. She seems- relatively- mentally stable, at least." The Prime hummed. "...I do hope she can come to view Iacon as a safe haven, given enough time. And, she's a really good dancer- I'm certain the people of Iacon would love a performance, if I could ever convince her to give a public one."
"I don't think she realizes how creepy she can be...but I find it kinda funny. 'S pretty nice t'not be the only kinda-cryptid wandering the halls, though I do miss when some of the 'bots would flinch upon spotting me...with Mourning around, they've calmed down a bit." A few years of fun,...all gone now. But, a new friend was more worthwhile than that. "Kinda hope her n' I can raid a kitchen again, sometime...at the very least, I needa show her where the good stuff is." They still couldn't forget walking in one day to find Mourning eating out of the trash.
"Burns, burns burns- SONOVA BITCH-!"
"-IF YOU WEREN'T ALREADY BLAZING I'D THREATEN TO MELT YOU DOWN DAMNIT!"
There are certain downsides to being still-partially organic...on a planet made entirely of metal...
In the summer.
Send a 💬 to hear how my muse feels about yours.
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– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !
"Don’t look back."
"I missed you."
"It’s too late."
"Please don’t go."
"You promised me."
"Who did this?"
"I forgive you."
"We were gods."
"Leave me alone."
"They found us."
"Trust me, please."
"I need help."
"Run. Don’t stop."
"It wasn’t me."
"I remember everything."
"Burn it all."
"Tell me why."
"You never called."
"It’s just rain."
"You owe me."
"She’s not breathing."
"Is that blood?"
"You were right."
"It ends now."
"We start over."
"Stay with me."
"Nothing feels real."
"I hate this."
"Do it now."
"They're watching us."
"Make it stop."
"It's not yours."
"I was waiting."
"He’s behind you."
"They’re all gone."
"Time is up."
"Bring them back."
"It’s our turn."
"This is wrong."
"Don’t let go."
"We are cursed."
"No one knows."
"You're not real."
"Don’t say it."
"I saw everything."
"Nothing ever changes."
"Call it off."
"What are you?"
"I found it."
"Let me in."
I think...I may (may) start trying to gently inch this place out of hiatus.
Emphasis on 'gently'...I'll see if I can find a starter meme I'm okay with posting here while I'm at work today. If not, I'll probably post a very small starter call.
Much like reflections-of-mobius (when I started trying to get that blog back up), I'm probably going to severely limit the queue (a post a day, RP replies once every other day). Anyway,...
Hello once more, all.
Figure I can't put this off forever (though it has been three weeks, which is- already too long, in my opinion). I hate doing this, I hate typing it,...but,...is what it is.
This blog will be going low activity, possibly on a complete hiatus.- All threads will be reset, as I don't have the energy or drive to write any of them. If I do accept thread concepts, I'm going to be insanely selective. Responses may be once a month, at best. I apologize- I've been feeling little energy for over a week (regarding RP on Tumblr in general), and there's some stuff going on OOC that's starting to get to me.
I really am sorry.- I hope y'all are doin' alright.
Terran Generator
She's just going to turn and look directly at Sentinel. Then hold up a hand. "Child Support. Now."
@fate-rewired
Tagging: Whoever wants to do this silly thing
Shatter tilted his helm.
"My official name is Shatter Prime, in this reality, for one...and for two, I have never been with a mech- or femme- other than Aether, so it would be impossible for me to have offspring."
"...for three, if you wanted help, you could have politely asked. I do not owe you child support, and I would greatly appreciate if you did not ask for it from me again." He managed to say all that without stuttering!
"Please do not ask me for funds again."
@dollofiacon asked:
[to Swindle and Haven, and Shatter and Aether]
“Happy Valentine’s Day…!~” Morningstar crooned, presenting a lovely spread made by her own servos.
A heart-shaped tin filled with an assortment of four different truffles and petit fours; a bouquet of taffy roses and Energon lollipops mounted on rust sticks; heart-shaped dolomite-krispies treats; heart-shaped oil butter shortbread cookies; and a wonderfully warm smelted metal cake.
And for Haven, Mourningstar prepared actual human food to match what she had made! Thankfully, they're in proper portions as well.
[Valentine's Day. || Accepting!]
Swindle offered a hum, accepting the treats with an upward quirk of his dermas. Really, was there no end to the gifts? Mourningstar seemed quite content to continue dolling some out when each Earth holiday came up- and he was far from asking her to stop.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you as well, Mourning. For that matter,..." He reached into his storage, pulling out a stuffed bear that was holding a heart. It was big- easily as big as Haven, but still relatively small for a Cybertronian. "Here you are! I had a feeling you'd be stopping by again- so I figured I'd offer something in return."
"Happy Valentine's, Mourningstar!" Haven chuckled. They hadn't gotten the femme anything (to be honest, the holiday had nearly slipped their mind)...they'd have to make up for that in the future. But what to get a femme that enjoyed living off the land and--- a human cookbook, maybe? Though the recipes would be nearly useless, maybe she'd have fun with the plating...?
[...]
Shatter's optics had cycled as Mourningstar bounded up, carrying little heart-shaped treats that she offered without any pause. It took only a moment for the facts to pass from Aether's mind to his own, and then he was offering a small nod, a faint smile with a tinge of blue on his faceplates.
"Thank you, Mourningstar! And- happy Valentine's Day to you as well." Now that energon was flowing freely once more, such treats were becoming more common...but it was still a sight to see such delicate creations made of pulsing blue. He accepted the treats, vision sliding from the snacks to the femme who'd offered them. "Would you care to join us in eating these? I don't think Aether or myself will be able to finish them alone."
They were eyeing that cake in particular. Aether knew better, but...it was cake. Cake was delicious---- surely a few bites wouldn't upset their stomach, right?
A thought process they would sorely regret in an hour or so.
Character: The Self-Inserts Theme: Birthday Celebration
A note that, since I plan to spend my birthday with my family (and away from Tumblr, maybe on Discord towards the end of the night)- I'll basically be accepting 'birthday' stuff all month. (I mean. The challenge runs all month-) So,...do with that as you will?
Beneath the cut are how I figure each 'verse is celebrating/where they're celebrating (if they are). Bye!
Sidenote: All of the 'challenge' stuff will be over on @fate-called. But! Still planning to celebrate here, too- it'll just be a lot quieter. XD
@sarii-sumdac asked:
"Hey, scrap for brains!" And Sari is throwing a Snowball at Swindle's face.
[Unprompted. || Accepting!]
He'd nearly forgotten about the small one. The Autobots' little pet- but not quite. His shield didn't activate in time, instead allowing the tiny snowball to smack rather uselessly under an optic.
"A word to the wise, Sari Sumdac," the barrel of one of his blasters leveled. But it didn't fill with light and energy, oh no. Instead, there was a thick pnf- before snow shot out, a slab of powdery-white that had been condensed into something akin to a snowball.
"--R U N."
Character: Aether Stardust Theme: Design && 'Iacon' Attire
Aether Stardust - Base Colors
Not depicted:
Facial scarring (same as all other SIs - cut from base of jaw to just above the lip)
Freckles (same as all other SIs - either cheek [face], bridged along their nose and up, going down the 'back' of either arm)
I really just wanted to finally have the colors for Aether, as well as an actual design so I'm not just picturing Atlas every time I write for Aether.
Though they do still dress very much like Atlas when they have no intent to leave the berthroom.
Headcanons concerning their outfit/appearance:
The small faded-gold ribbons on the rods coming up from their back were once shreds of one of Shatter's curtains. Aether took said shreds and fixed them up, then tied them around the rods- so Shatter's never 'away' from them, in a sense.
The rods are attached to a harness (you can see it under their shoulder) that is perfectly fit to Aether's frame. This 'harness' is generally where they make any wings, parachutes, etc. attach. (Usually the attachment points are both above and below the faded-gold fabrics).
Their eyes are starting to darken in color (no longer white) due to the circuitry underneath becoming more prevalent.
Their eyebags have become small segments of dull purple plating, which are sensitive to the touch.
The blue section on the band around their torso can be opened. Underneath this is the cog they were gifted by Primus after the original Sentinel's death.
Said 'cog' only stabilizes their form/keeps them from experiencing pain due to being an 'incomplete' hybrid.
The only 'cloth' of their attire is the semi-crop top tank (though that is, also, ultimately made of metal strands that are just insanely tiny).
No one knows why Aether's eyes are purple at the top and energon-blue at the bottom.
Despite spending a lot of time out under the sun, Aether appears rather deathly pale.
Eternal bedhead. Only time their hair doesn't stick up like crazy is right after a bath, and even then it doesn't stay down for long.
They looked almost identical to Atlas prior to the rebellion, but a few Cybertronian months (for them it's been at least a year or two, human time) of an energon-rich diet has furthered their conversion (though it is incapable of reaching 100%, or 0%).
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I have both a dentist's and a doctor's appointment today, so I won't be around all that much. Or, at least, I won't be writing all that much.
My DMs are open, and I'll probably be louder there than anywhere else today. If y'wanna plot or just scream violently, feel free to come on over.
"Interesting" Deepspace rumbles as he learns that both this planet and that of Shatter's homeworld lacked the structural integrity to build above ground, be that at the hand of the Quintessons' or other factors. Subterranean planets are not an uncommon destination in his courier jobs, but a first for a Cybertron. "My Cybertron not only has a spaceport for ships or shipformers to dock at to unload, but also had areas on the surface one could unload cargo or people depending the destination. A lot of Cybertronian's owned their own ship depending on connections or status"
"Thank you. At least I am hard to miss and harder to startle" But it was nice to know while camping topside, he wouldn't encounter inefficient blasters and more so yelling if said patrols did stumble across him just chilling. He saw some herds before, might go inspect some new Cybertronian fauna.
"I do" The shuttle nodded, noting the little step towards the entrance down into the city and taking the hint of 'shall we?'. A roll of shoulders to loosen up cabling and struts, and Shatter might find himself staring less at hips but more at shoulders as Deepspace finds a displacement of his armour that doesn't make him feel like a scraplet ready to moult. "Mostly either construction materials or minerals, exotic fauna or flora since without a crew I can flood the ship with the compounds they need to breathe, or straight up homewares or items requested by customers to ship from Planet A to Planet B. A lot of the passenger jobs get snapped up by ships with an actual crew for socializin', but I guess people don't want to wander around sentient ships"
Shipformers,...which meant there were probably yet more Cybertronians of his size out there. Perhaps a few on this Cybertron as well, though Shatter couldn't recall meeting any.
Had they somehow been destroyed?- An unwelcome thought, but one that he would have to look into all the same. Curiosity, or perhaps guilt- maybe a mix of both would serve as his guide.
"There are not many who own the means to transport either themselves or others on this Cybertron. Being able to transform, in of itself, was considered a luxury for a number of vorns." A luxury that no longer existed as such, since everyone had a cog now. Small mercies. But the further the conversation went, the more Shatter realized just how much his world- and this one- had fallen behind compared to their counterparts.
So he did. Which meant he had to have some means to punch a hole- or otherwise make a path- between universes. Hope, a light at the end of the tunnel even if his own research was faltering.
And down Deepspace mass-displaced, further to a size that was more Shatter's own, less of a giant.
"If you want- or need- to return to the surface early, at all, you're welcome to." He could hear as metal gathered around Aether, watching them suddenly take off close by. Strapped to a pair of featureless wings, disappearing down into the hole beyond. He'd be following suit shortly. "I can't see why one wouldn't, beyond not being much of a conversationalist." For a moment, his processor slid towards the legends of cityformers as he stepped up to the lip of the entrance. His wings clicked outwards, peds transforming to allow his thrusters more room. "After all, you would be both captain and crew. Surely that's at least a novel experience?"
Here was to hoping that wasn't an insult.
Though, there could be those who'd not like speaking to a sentient spaceship. He couldn't fathom it, himself.
"Have you ever transported something particularly exotic or odd? Any fun customers?" Inquired even as he stepped forth, letting his ped go over- and then the rest of his frame. Tilted into a near free-fall, down into the depths. His wings fully snapped open, feeling the atmosphere tear at his plating before he was righting into a proper dive towards the city below.
