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Whar are your headcanons for Harley and the player’s relationship? How specifically did they meet? What did think of each other before the events of poppy playtime? What was their dynamic like?
Also did Eddie, leithe, and Stella think Harley and the player’s relationship? Especially since in ur videos, Harley seems to enjoy her company and may possibly have a spot for her
Alright, how do I explain this?
They do have a dynamic. I do want it to be romantic, but I don't want to make Sawyer an entirely out of character character. He's more of a guy who can't express his feelings instead of being romantic at all, but he does hold a deep regard for Angel.
So Angel and Sawyer met in university, where Sawyer recruits her as a partner for a science project. He chose her because she was obedient and didn't question his intellect. (First impression was during an activity during orientation week)
The thing about Angel is that she really doesn't question Sawyer's way of things. Even if she does, she still does as she told. She doesn't judge him, because she respect people's habits and lives.
And she notices things. How Sawyer secretly likes cats. How he drinks too much coffee and all kinds. How he has inhumane ideas, to which Angel would at least make sure he never crosses a line.
Most wholesomely is that she notices he squints too much when looking at things, and she brought him glasses. It was the first time he received a gift.
Sawyer has trust issues, because he felt betrayed in the Young Geniuses Programme. Maybe a few backstabbing partners. And Angel wasn't like that.
The only reason Angel ever did good for him is because she doesn't want to get into anyone's bad side.
And Sawyer sees that effort, so he unconsciously grew attached to her. Comfortable enough with her. More than anyone else. But in spite of that, he still had achievements and goals to go after. So he never cared to pursue Angel.
They separated after graduation. For Angel's part, she does end up having feelings, but she lets him go so that he can "change the world of science".
They met again in Playtime Co, where Angel was hired as a biologist. Poor Sawyer did not expect such change. He did his best to hide things from her, because last thing he wants is to lose her.
As for Leith, Stella and Eddie, they did notice the change. Use Angel to convince Sawyer sometimes, but Angel would back away.
They had a falling out because Angel suspected the things that Playtime Co, was doing to kids. She tried to convince Sawyer, but Sawyer deflected because he knew this would cost his life's work.
I'd like this moment to show that Angel has grown from when she was a uni student. Back then she wouldn't have dared to defy Sawyer, but now when there's too much evidence and he isn't agreeing with her, she is standing her ground on her own.
But anyway, they "broke up" after that. Sawyer did everything in his power to make sure Angel doesn't find out via orders and security and all. Even after he was turned into a television. He made sure she never knew.
When the Hour of Joy was coming close, he made sure Angel didn't come by calling her, telling her she's fired when she isn't. (Idk, smth along those lines)
10 years later, they reunite. Angel is extremely pissed off at Sawyer. Her feelings are no more. But most of all, she's distraught because of what Sawyer had become.
Initially, I wanted to make a video of Chapter 4 final showdown, where Angel expresses her grief as she beats the hell out of a Sawyer bot. Sawyer lets her kill him because there was no going back. No fixing what he broke. Her trust.
BUT THEN CHAPTER FIVE REVEALED HIS RETURN AND NOW THEY'RE A BICKERING COUPLE LOL-
I actually hoped he died. So that there's a narrative meaning to it.
If Sawyer is confirmed to be a black man, what kind of hairstyle would suit him?
I love my initial design of him, but I really wanna stay loyal to the black aesthetic. It's a dilemma really, because Sawyer never came across as a black man for me. More like a very sophisticated science man. So I was really surprised that him being black is cannon.
Do any of y'all have any suggestions? I'd like some advice before I release any new Sawyer content.
He tapped his pede over and over as he leaned against his cart, riding the main transport train in Iacon. His browplates furrowed in worry and stress, knowing full well that when he gets to the mining entrance, he’ll be punished. Not only that, he was literally 30 breens late. It honestly has never happened before, and Orion had already left. If D-16 had to guess, Orion was forced early to shifts thanks to trying to break into the Hall of Records again.
When he does arrive at main entrance of the Iacon Mines, he rushed to action, pushing his cart and acted normal. He knows, for a fact, if he could blend it with all the other miners, he just might make it.
“D-16!”
Or not. With a pained expression of getting caught, he lifted his chin up to face his supervisor. Darkwing.
The cogged mech landed in front of him, leaning down imposingly, “You're late. And you’re never late.”
“Sorry-Ahem. My apologies. I may have over-recharge-”
“Excuses!” Darkwing raised his voice. D-16 jolted behind, feeling his frame leaning backwards more and more. “You should be ashamed of yourself! Many other mechs and even femmes can keep a better record than yours!”
Darkwing, for some reason, is just more harsh on miners compared to other supervisors. Not to say they were less terrible then him, but Darkwing just has this innate sense to despise those below him. It’s almost as if it’s so amusing and fun to pick on those who had to work day until night, who are much weaker and smaller.
D-16 didn’t mind.
He believed that by following the rules, he’d secure a good life. Sure, it didn’t help that he had to watch Orion’s back almost every single cycle. Of course, getting punished and being put to deeper and deeper level even by a small mistake such as greeting a superior ever so casually is unfair. Absolutely, it isn’t a life that warrants greatness where you can make all of Cybertron proud.
And yes. Maybe some part of him, wanted more.
“D-16! Are you listening?!”
The grey mech snapped awake from his thoughts, actually flung his hands around and hit Darkwing on the face. Darkwing froze upon the contact, and so did every mech in the room. Cogged-bots or miners, they all stared, given that Darkwing is known to grab everyone’s attention whenever he’s scolding someone. And now, Darkwing was visibly furious. He stomped forward two times, causing D-16 to take a few steps back and actually fell on the floor.
Come on, Pax….I could use some help here…
If there was one thing that D-16 wants to complain about his friend, is that Orion is the always one who needs saving. If D-16 is in trouble? Orion hasn’t made a record of popping out of nowhere and muster up a lame excuse.
Darkwing grabbed D-16 by the helm and shoved him, angrily asking, “Is there something you want to say to me, cogless miner?”
With no sign of the red and blue mech around, D-16 scrambled in his processor. Any excuse. Usually, he’d just shut himself up and accepted his fate.
However, fueled with the bitterness that Orion isn’t watching his back like he said he would and that Darkwing is just as irritated as him, D-16 felt like he could take in a greater punishment. So long as, for a moment, he could say something that makes him worthy to be the same level as these proud cogged bots.
“.…Time is relative.”
Darkwing paused, “What?”
“Time is relative. I heard from a certain history geek. And so, if it would make sense, maybe I’m not late.” D-16 bravely and carefully, stood up in defiance, “Maybe everyone is just early.”
The whole platform silenced. Darkwing stared, as if he was processing the information that D-16 just gave. Other supervisors either scoffed or in disbelief, some even pinching their noseplate bridges. The miners who were carrying crates all stared before either lowering their helm in preparation for the chaos that Darkwing will unfold.
And surely enough, Darkwing huffed and prepared to pull his fist back. D-16 shut his optics, ready for impact.
“Heh.”
That one sound saved D-16, as the grey mech opened his eyes. Darkwing froze on spot, then whipped towards the sound. He almost yelled, probably to throw his anger on the bot who laughed, but held it in as if he realized who the chuckle belonged to. D-16’s optics widened as Darkwing actually straightened up, one servo sliding down his helm.
“A-Ah! What a pleasant surprise!”
D-16 blinked. Did Darkwing stuttered?
Looking over at who Darkwing addressed, D-16 realized it was just another supervisor.
She was tall, no surprise there. She had a dark grey paint for the most parts, but noticeable black painted armour glistened in violet, given the lighting. The shape of her armour was unlike anything that D-16’s seen. Instead of rectangular, hers was rather circular on the edges and sharp. A four edges star right above her chassis’ core. There were lines of white circles, which he could only guess she was into Cybertronian Shock music. Even her pedes alarmingly has spikes. Her optics were yellow, just like his own, and a permanent black battle mask covered the lower half of her faceplate.
The only odd thing about her was something long and sheathed in armour. Strapped to her hip.
D-16 blinked again. Has he seen her around here?
“Pardon me. It was, so quiet when he said that.” The femme lifted a servo in apology.
“Yeah, yeah.” Darkwing sounded quite cheerful all so suddenly, wrapped a forceful arm around D-16, making the grey mech visibly shocked and uncomfortable. Darkwing even clicked his glossa almost charmingly, “Check this mech out! Late for the first time ever! Ah, lucky for him, I’m here to…help!”
What the actual depths of the Rust Sea is happening right now?
The femme came forth with casual steps, her servos crossing over her chassis. She hummed, almost suspiciously at Darkwing. “Sure…I can tell.”
“But you know! Rules are rules! So I will be assigning D-16 here to the Magma Mines!” Darkwing finally let go. He sounded so abnormally cheerful, almost as if he was trying to be charming at this femme, and visibly failing miserably as she seemed more unimpressed by the klik. Darkwing asked her a cringy question then, “So…you free for the rest of the cycle?”
The femme shrugged, “That’s sweet. But I thought I would use my cycle off and take a walk around the mines. Been a while since I’ve been here.”
“Oh! Coooooooool! I can-”
“And you’re the fourth mech whose asked me to walk with him, so, if you still want a walk or a cube of Energon, you’re going to have to wait in line. Is that fair?” The femme stated calmly, as if she was on a higher rank compared to Darkwing. “I haven’t even meet up with Asterfist.”
Darkwing paused, as if hurt from it. D-16 had a moment to examine it, and Darkwing didn’t seem upset about waiting in line or rather the statement itself. But he was surely upset about something, as he sounded so forced when he spoke, “Okay! Cool. Cool. I’m just, gonna wait by the dining hall. Is that alright?”
“Yeah. Sure. It might take a while so-”
Darkwing cut the femme off. “Okay! Good talk! Bye!”
Darkwing flew up so fast that the impact caused D-16 to loose his balance. He managed to hold onto his cart.
That was the weirdest that he’s seen Darkwing acted. He had so many question that he’ll ask Orion later, but for now, he needed to get to his punishment. Even if Darkwing isn’t here to escort him, he’ll get punished if he is caught going into a his initially assigned level. He’d get more trouble, worse than the Magma Mines where the heat and risk of Cyberquakes are higher than most of the levels above.
He grabbed his cart, checking on his drill machine and froze when he realised something.
A miner shouldn’t go unsupervised.
“Ah great, Darkwing left.” D-16 groaned, servos sliding down his face.
“So?”
“So that means I’ll be in more trouble if I go around unsupervised.”
“.…So all you need is someone with a cog right?”
“Uh huh. Someone that practically screams, “I have power and I’ll tell you miners what to do-!” D-16 mimicked his pointy digit as if scolding someone, only to freeze when he realized that the femme was still here, one servo now resting on the holster of her odd long sticks. Being taller, she looked down at him, but it never once felt oppressive.
In fact, she looked at him like the way she looked at Darkwing. Indifferent.
It didn’t stop D-16 from the loss of words. He had spoken casually with a female supervisor. Soon, he’ll get glances of suspicion. And rumours and whispers. What are the odds? A miner thought he could be one of the cogged bots? A miner who thought he deserved a higher rank? A miner who is begging to be friends with this supervisor who is clearly popular and always the center of attention-
“Hey. You okay there?”
D-16 snapped out from his intrusive thoughts. The femme still focused on him, and only then he realized that she had slightly crouched to reach his optic level. Her helm tilted to the side just enough for him to detect the concern in her unreadable expression. It was definitely not the behavior of supervisors, and D-16 finds himself completely speechless.
His processor had even blanked out as he just stared back into her optics.
Her optics weren’t yellow. It was actually golden, and it reminded him of the towering spires of the governing buildings in Iacon.
The femme scanned him, as if trying to understand him. Or more like, figuring something out. She stood straight again, before sternly telling him. “Well then. If Darkwing isn’t going to escort you, then I will. Is that understood?”
The shift was so abrupt that D-16 straightened and saluted, “Yes, Ma’am!”
He grabbed his cart and rushed next to stride next to her.
To reach each level, there are elevators installed deeper in the mine’s main platform. And it’s still a distance away. As D-16 walked steadily, he couldn’t help but glance over at the femme.
He’s certainly never seen her around before.
She walked next to him, just a bit ahead to lead the way. He noticed that she had thrusters on her back, but she wasn’t flying or transforming like the other supervisors. She kept her servos on her holsters, and the long sticks stuck out like a sore digit. He also noticed that only a few cogged bots glanced at her in surprise, and only one had shyly greeted her.
So she is famous to the fortunate ones. Maybe not in these mines. Ultimately, that theory shattered when D-16 noticed a group of miners excitedly pointing at her from afar like fans.
What am I missing?
He was so deep in thought, but even he noticed the abrupt turn that the femme made to the right. He paused just for a brief moment, but he knew better than to question it. Therefore, he followed with worry as the main elevator grew further and further away, only to gape when he and the femme reached a private elevator, only fit for the superiors.
“I prefer places without an audience.” The femme admitted nonchalantly.
That alone made D-16 shiver. Primus, what is going to happen to him?
Entering the elevator alone felt so much harder than punching Orion awake on most days. D-16 was stuck in a private elevator, with a femme who is most likely a star amongst the rich, and the possibility of her thrashing him in here is very high. Not only that, there are no security cameras that would have prove his innocence, so he’s completely alone in this.
He kept his gaze down. And then, he felt it. She didn’t face him, but leaned her helm towards the side, right next to him.
….Wait. Lean?
“I liked your excuse.”
D-16 blinked in place, possibly for the who-knows-what time for the day, “…huh?”
“I mean, it was, bad timing. But, it was fun. Funny.”
She chuckled again. The femme sounded lighter now, and her voice wasn’t as nonchalant as earlier. She sounded casual. In fact, she didn’t sound as stern and headstrong like Elita, or bubbly like RC. But rather…resilient. Calmly resilient. And kind.
“Which level are you supposed to be on?” She asked.
“Uh. Magma Mines.”
“No, I mean, the one you’re supposed to be on.”
“.…Uh. Level 16. For today.” D-16 answered, rightfully confused.
“Listen.” The femme pressed the elevator button for the sixteenth floor. “What will happen, is that I am going to get you to your assigned station on that floor. And if Darkwing asks, just say that the purple femme decided to show you mercy and that she’s looking forward for that cube of Energon.”
“Wait, what? Why?” D-16 finally looked up to meet her optics.
She didn’t answer. Just gave him that unreadable yet, so gentle gaze. He actually had to look away, feeling a blush of blue rising up to his cheeplates.
‘The way she looks at me is so…tender!”
Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure. Knowing what she had planned for him, he eased up a little. He can’t remember the last time someone showed him this kind of courtesy, and it made him feel a little special. Looking back at her, she had leaned against the wall.
“Oh.” She started, “The moment someone walks in, or we reach our level, no more talking. Act like I’m the supervisor practically screams, “I have power and I’ll tell you miners what to do-!”.” She waved her servos in mimicry, her voice laced with fake excitement but genuine amusement. “I’m sorry if it bothers you, but you know. It’ll be quite the ruckus if others see us talking so casually.”
“Oh. Sure. I-I was…actually worried about that too.”
“Uh-huh. This elevator’s the only place without cameras. I thought I’d…cheer you up a bit. Darkwing’s a glitch, isn’t he.”
“.…The glitchiest aftshaft ever.”
She chuckled again. A part of D-16 celebrated, for he did it again.
Knowing he only had possibly lesser than he can with her, he eased his shoulders and looked at her fully, “Thank you. For…this. It means a lot.”
She lifted a servo. “No problem. And uh, actually, when I was walking in level sixteen earlier, there was a red and blue mech, begging Darkwing to spare his best friend D-16. Nice friend you’ve got there.”
“So he did try at least…” D-16 thought.
“Ah, yeah. That’s Orion Pax. He’s uh, quite the troublemaker. I kinda, have to look after him more often than I’d like to.” D-16 sighed, “Not that I mind, but some cycles, I really wish he would just behave. FOR ONCE.” He exasperated. “And well, he promised to watch out for my back, if I watched over his. And I’ve done it, many, many times.”
He sighed, “And when I get in trouble, he’s just…isn’t there.”
“.…Well. He tried, no?” She pointed out.
“Yeah. Exactly. I know.” D-16 leaned his head back, servos on his hips. “I just…guess I expected more from him.”
The silence that came felt palpable, but only for a moment. D-16 was able to sense it. It felt nice. And he could feel her gaze on him, that same tenderness. As if trying to figure him out. Without judgement, as he heard her glance away to look at the elevator doors.
Still, what she revealed was as clear as the unseeing sky. It was Orion’s cries that she had came for D-16’s aid, not his. It was expected. Orion always had this energy to him, that made people want to help him. Orion had always been the reason why things were fair and square in the mines.
D-16? Just another unimportant miner.
“Actually.”
D-16 glanced up.
“I think I’m mistaken.”
D-16 blinked and felt like he was about to make a fool of himself, but she continued, even leaning towards the side of his helm so he could hear her.
“When that red and blue mech mentioned D-16, he didn’t say what colour this D-16 is. So, maybe he is someone else. Maybe you’re not him.”
D-16 stared. The callback to his excuse, which she had cleverly woven. She didn’t have to use it, but she, a cogged bot, had paid attention to what he had said.
She turned to look at him, her optics had a small squint to which he could only guess she was smiling under her mask. At him. Not only does it create this strange flutter in his core chamber, but it made him feel like he was seen. The fact that she is amongst the many bots who had been blessed with a cog, made this moment all the more grand.
“.….Thank you.” He vented at last, spark filled with gratitude. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you-”
The doors whooshed open with a ring, reaching level sixteen.
D-16 and the femme both stood up straight once more, plan in motion. The two walked out, with the femme taking the lead.
Now, instead of his gaze downwards, it focused on her.
If he had one regret, it would be not asking for her designation. He could only hope that he’ll see her again, which as impossible as it seemed, he truly hoped at the moment. She had to be a celestial in disguise, for literally conversing with him, considering his feelings.
It didn’t help further when he felt a phantom pat behind his shoulder when she left him at the entrance of his station. And D-16 found himself staring as she walked into the distance, back to the elevator they took. She shared one last glance and a wave of a servo, before the doors closed.
D-16 knew for a fact, he stood there long enough for Orion to peek out with a guiltless smirk.
“OOooooooooooooooh. Ohhhh. Oh.” Orion teased. Clearly, he saw everything.
“Shut up, Pax.” D-16 shoved him with a small uppercut.
Orion recovered from the hit, and rushed to D-16’s side. “Wait, waitwaitwait, WAIT! Do you even know who that was?!”
“.…No. I wasn’t able to ask. And I’d certainly, don’t want you to spoil it for me, or ruin it for me.” D-16 hoisted his drill machine with his servos to his side, Orion followed suit.
“Yeah, but the thing with her, she’s not here so often. And you’re very lucky to even come to her view. Who knows?? You won’t see her for another few vorns.” Orion convinced.
While Orion was indeed a troublemaker and a jokester, he was brutally honest and never lied. And he knew that Orion had good intentions, despite it all. So, D-16 sighed with a smile and nodded him to go on.
“Her name is NB-09.” Orion started, gesturing with his hands as the two entered an Energon filled tunnel. “She started out in the mines, just like us.”
“Mines? Like us? But she-”
“Yeah. She has a cog. I’m getting to that. But thing is, she started out as a miner. And they say she’s the most reclusive femme in her station, just doing her work. She had a small interest in learning martial arts, so they say, that’s how she got strong in the first place. And then, it happened. The Kaon Brawl.”
“That Kaon Brawl?”
“Yep! She just came to watch like the rest of the spectators, but thanks to that vorn’s chaos, she was pulled into the pit. She didn’t fight back at first, but only did when someone came to attack her. And she went BAM! And the KOBLOWEY! And then SKADOOSH!!” Orion made fists in the air, mixed with enthusiastic sound effects.
“I refuse to believe that’s how she fights.”
“Good. It really isn’t accurate. BUT. She survived. And that had been enough to catch Sentinel Prime’s optics.”
“Wow.” D-16 awed. “She’s that strong?”
“Well….rumour has it that Sentinel Prime only had his attention on her because she’s pretty. And she is! Though in my opinion, Elita’s still Number One~” Orion cooed, his gaze immediately looking out the entrance in hopes that the pink femme would walk by.
D-16 however, paused.
It dawned on him. Of course mechs would want her. If it’s to a point that Sentinel Prime is interested, it’s quite a big deal. He looked down on his servo, his smaller frame and cogless chassis, a constant reminder that he is in the lowest of the hierarchy.
But NB-09 had rose. So maybe he can too.
“And then?” D-16 asked.
“Huh? What??” Orion snapped himself from the tunnel entrance, “Oh right! After that! She is presumably promoted, and got a cog of her own. I don’t know how, there are many theories, but that’s not the important part! That part…is that, when the cog is installed in her….she still couldn’t transform.”
D-16 actually stopped walking. In utter disbelief, “…Couldn’t?”
“Yeah. Like, her frame upgraded, but she didn’t have thrusters, establishing weaponry on servos or pedes, and can’t even transform into vehicular mode! Crazy! I know!”
“I’d say…tragic, is a better word.” D-16 solemnly noted. It made sense now, as to why she walked with him all the way towards their destination.
“Hmmm. Tragic. Sure. But she grew from it. She learned more martial arts, she invented these, weapons for her servo to use. Spikes on her pedes so she could walk on walls, servos with grappling hooks. That thruster lookalike on her back? Weapons that can be thrown. You saw that long thing strapped to her hip, right? Oh yeah. That’s an Energon Blade.”
The more D-16 hears about her, the more speechless and inspired he felt.
To be blessed with a cog and cursed to being unable to transform, and yet, it didn’t stop her from rising up. She used her wits and invented her way up the ranks, making her deserved of her success. And amongst all that bravery and determination, she didn’t lose her way like all cogged bots. She came to these mines for a damn walk, and while she was at it, spared time just to cheer someone like him up.
He barely knew her. But by all means, he was absolutely interested.
“Hey, Pax.”
“Yeah?”
“If you get news about her being around here…”
“Tell you? Oh, definitely. And you’d better help me with Elita.”
“Deal.”
Maybe Orion is right. Maybe he won’t see NB-09 for another few vorns.
But the small hope of him being able to, and after what she had selflessly done for him without anything in return, he’s willing to hold onto that.
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I kid you not, I cannot BELIEVE this is like over 3000 words. Like waaaaaaat.
Ya know, writing on Word is actually much better.
I thought this was okay to post.
Also, I did not post this thanks to Valentine's Day. It just so happen to be Valentine's Day on the day I just so happen to be very, very locked in.
Like, I'm not joking. It was the best episode so far. The plot, the acting, the emotions man!
Gooseworx, you have like Tatsuki Fujimoto levels of writing. It is so amazing. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO ACHIEVE THAT KIND OF WRITING-?
I particularly liked the dynamic between Zooble and Jax.
Sure they dislike each other, but Zooble does care to some extent. They notice immediately how Jax is off, tried to get him to be a bully by splashing water on him. You can actually see their surprise when Jax acted all chill.
And even at the final frame, Zooble looks at Jax instead of Pomni because it's their first time seeing him actually lose it.
I hope they can work it out somehow.
Oh, and Michael Kovach of course delivers spectacularly as Jax. I can rewatch the ending over and over again and still feel emotional.
Poor Jax though. Losing two of his closest friends. Almost losing it
Zooble and Gangle friendship is so sweet. Ragatha and Pomni are okay now. Kinger is the GOAT while doing very minimal here.
Caine...oh wow.
He really crossed a line. I did feel some sort of suspicion when "Abel" just comes out and announces that he might've found an exit. So when the twist happened, I STILL felt disbelief because we were all so convinced it would at least bring to a clue for an exit even if it isn't the exit.
I had to read comments to understand the choose which button section, and I hope that the reason Jax picked the red one was because Caine ultimately messed his mind to remind Jax of the horrible life in the real world and that it would be better to stay in the Circus.
Ah man, I've never felt so excited before.
We'll probably have to wait another three to four months till the next one, but I hope all goes well. I never gave TADC much thought until THIS episode.
Love it. Love everyone involved. And have a lovely day y'all.
Edit : OH AND THIS EPISODE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE SWEAR (I'm sure of it, I don't think I wanna go back and check)
POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER FIVE TEASER TRAILER DROPPED LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Spoilers for those who haven't watched it.
Also me : I like how they show how terrified Poppy looked.
Makes me think that when she left us and Kissy alone, she truly had accidentally acted on flight or fight mode. I guess that's true. When you're terrified, you accident do selfish things.
Okay, Poppy. All I wanna hear is a sorry, and we're good.
I could've drawn digitally, but then again, my best attributes is in hand drawing. I'm not even good at colouring, man...
Sorry for the low quality.
I took a lot of inspiration of Kuchisake-Onna. Fitting, because Japanese origins. I also have been making up stories whenever I hear any anime opening with Nightbird in it. Can we talk about how they just locked her away after that G1 episode??
Girl did not deserve that and had every right to rebel and break free.
I think Nightbird's conflict would be that she doesn't want to be someone's tool. Like, she neither wants to be good (cuz the goodies betrayed her) and doesn't want to be that evil (cuz she will still feel like being used when working for Decepticons)
Though the idea of her being a real villainess beside Megatron would honestly be superb. Just haven't thought that out.
Or maybe I just want her to be the neutral kind, idk.
I'm not too immersed in the Transformers lore, and aside from Elita One, Nightbird caught my eye because she isn't too complicated.
Means I could interpret her without ruining the source material entirely.
And well....I liked the idea that she is Megatron's love interest.
If there's one scenario I can think of with these two, then the way they first meet is how Rujinu first meet. (Except Megatron is the one who falls) 😂
I also liked my human design of her far more.
Gives this Anee-san vibes. Was scrolling through my book and found this too. One of my well drawn ones.
Gentle goth girl?? Idk man. But definitely some sort of shamisen rock player in her free time. Lol.
Elita is like, she's never even known Optimus Prime. She fought in a different war against the Quintessons off world, and like, she's a type of faction where she's silent, obedient and deadly type. Like, Cybertronians who've been modified to withstand other alien tech and tyrants. I call them Primals.
Inspiration came from Chainsaw Man. 😅
The idea is that as Elita's faction or army, The Primal Vanguard (I think that's an actual thing in Transformers and I can't understand what it actually is, but I used the name for my AU), as they were on their way home from the Quintesson planet whatnot, they were ambushed by more superior aliens.
This in particular is inspired by Epic the Musical lol.
Anyways, Elita's the last remaining survivor because the aliens had wanted her to warn the other Cybertronians about their wrath. Idk, maybe they think Cybertronians are bad.
They had eradicated the Primals because yeah the Primals were inhumane and cruel killing machines under the High Guard.
And like, this is where things get crazy.
So, I kinda noticed as I watched TFP, they said Energon was completely scarce. So I was like, how the hell are they still alive??
Regardless, that made me invent that when Elita returns to a dead and isolated Cybertron, Primus granted her the ability to create Energon with the Energon Spark.
(Crazy, i knowww)
But yeah.
So like, this Elita isn't that proud warrior woman, instead this tired and reclusive, yet matured veteran.
There's this other version of Elita where she's constantly apologising for the trauma she endured, and I really, really feel bad for turning her that way. 😞
Anyways.
The story kinda takes place when Elita crashes on Earth, is in hiding and grew Energon in caverns to help Team Prime like that.
And like, with it being an Oplita fic, I just have it that Elita would drive in the roads of Nevada in the dead of night as therapy, and thing is, Optimus does the same, so for the nights followed, they just anonymously drive next to each other.
Like, never speaking because Elita didn't want to blow her cover.
Thing is, they just find comfort in each other through these drives.
And so like, secret revealed, and like Optimus just visits Elita in her cave as their comforting love bloomed from there as they spend time together. I think like, with the statement that Optimus doesn't have feelings and is all in that one episode, I had wanted Elita to be the way he expresses his sorrow and all.
And like, Elita with her loneliness, finds herself connecting with a mech who has quite the burden on his shoulders.
But get this.
By the end of the fic, Elita still DIES AND IT BAFFLES ME A LOT, LIKE, I WAS LIKE, WHAAAAT??
I guess it's because I didn't want to ruin the story of Transformers Prime, so I wanted to wrap it up somewhere before season three or something. (I haven't even watched season three or half of season two)
Like, I'm absolutely devastated with how this fic ended that I MADE.
But the epilogue is where they're incarnated as humans or something Idk. It's sweet and I cried.
I guess the difference it had from the original is that Elita is with Optimus in these final moments of the war. It's just sad to think Optimus has to take in all these responsibilities on his own, and I had wanted Elita to steady him with her presence.
So I've been daydreaming, and this was the result.
Where a Prince Orion sends anonymous letters to a random girl he didn't know, aka Ariel, who is like an abused princess yada yada yada. They were separated thanks to war, and then years later, it's them falling in love again. You get the idea.
The one thing I'm bummed out is that I downgraded their characterization. Orion is like gentle, calm and isn't as stoic (the leader stress stays the same lol) and Ariel is like a victim of abuse, so generally she's bland, almost nonchalant yet thoughtful.
You could say, I've taken design inspiration from Optimus and Elita and stirred them into my own characters.
Even Megatron, who in this AU, is Orion's biological older brother. I just stirred him into a prideful yet good guy of some sorts who had trouble bonding with Orion in their youth because their father is a tyrant and their mother died. 😑
I hope it's okay.
Many versions to this AU though, thanks to my constantly changing moods or smth.
And somehow, today I've the motivation to draw digitally and I don't know how. I'm very happy with how it turned out.
The first of Syawal, also known as Eid Mubarak or Eid Al-Fitr, is a celebration for all muslims after Ramadhan. A day of joy and forgiveness between family and friends.
However, I can't bring myself to enjoy a celebration knowing Palestinians are suffering and dying.
Worse? Knowing I'm absolutely useless to do anything about it.
Regardless, I hope all of you have a lovely day. 💞💞💞
