#caedis answers

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Will you write a backstory for Nikto? I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on that big evil sexy deranged Russian man. He just needs a kiss 😚

OOOOHHHH Nikto... Here is a complicated little bacterium of a man to me... So, I do adore him, I want that to be perfectly clear, specifically, @cerosin-bis (I hope you don't mind the at!) version of Nikto is canon to me, full stop. I'll also admit, I am terribly unfamiliar with Russia and the Russian Army in general so that would certainly be an issue... Another issue is, to me, Nikto's backstory does not necessarily matter to him as a character? I love him so much because he embodies one of my favorite tropes, if not the favorite, in fiction of 'came back wrong.' Nikto didn't die per se, but who he used to be did. Whoever Nikto was, with a name, with a mother and father, with friends, with likes and dislikes, was taken apart molecule by molecule and reassembled into something completely new. Not even a somebody anymore, literally a Nikto, a 'nobody.' I don't know if I could do a character like that justice, because his backstory has no bearing on his current story (unlike other characters in the same trope like Orianna Reveck from League of Legends who is an effigy of grief and spends her 'life' trying to fit back into society, or Brook from One Piece who's life goal is to fulfill dreams of long dead comrades while remembering his own agency and happiness.) This is an interesting concept, one I had not thought to explore, but I may now that you've pointed it out to me, Anon! And yes, he does need a kiss, but good luck trying to give him one...

[red-in-revolt]

The decepticon femme sat in her medbay waiting for her next paitent "who's going to be in the bay today"

The answer to that question was apparently a large serpentine dragon mech, laying out in the medbay, some sixty feet of him twisting and curling around the medbay, his large head cushioned by a medical berth where he was lightly dozing. His legs are half-draped off the berth, claws lightly digging in and leaving grooves from where he’s resting, large wings splayed and at rest about midway down his rather serpentine body. As he slept his engine gave a deep rumble, tapering in and out as if it were three engines working in concert. His red, black, and golden armor gives him a dangerous but regal appearance as his horns curl back and frame his serpentine head. 

[papaver-decervicatus]

Are your requests open?

Hello anon! As it stands, not for fics because those take up a lot of time and energy to create, but I will do requests for headcanons/shorter drabbles in the format of headcanon posts if I feel inspired to! I am trying to work my way through all the operators at some point (I have discovered I really love being able to create entire backstories based on very little info, my dnd roots are taking hold of me again!) In general, I will also just... delete asks I do not feel comfortable answering. Hope this helps!

Cura ut Veleas❣️~ Caedis

[red-in-revolt]

Sidle. Sidle closer. "... Who YOU?!" Don't mind Swoop's volume. Other beastformers are Intriguing. (@flameandflight )

The large dragon breathed deep and lifted his head, blinking slowly and lazily. He yawned and then shifted to press his snout gently against the flying dinobot. "Mm, I am Caedis Prime. It is nice to meet you." He says, his voice tired but pleased.