#muse lore

[saintmusemp3]

[sparkflower-fields]

Confidence… is key.

Rodimus repeated this to himself every cycle before facing his crew, his people. Constantly reminding himself to be confident, even if he didn’t feel as such. To never let anyone see him as anything less. To be less was to admit weakness, to admit defeat in the face of doubt. There were other aspects he strove to embody; pride, leadership, even friendliness. All of which his predecessor, Optimus Prime, embodied. He shaped himself into what was expected of a Prime. A mech worth looking up to. Or at least he tried.

But no one believed any of that for one second. Not one mech under his leadership thought of him in any of those ways. Very few even saw him as a true Prime. Too young, they said. Too naive. Too reckless. Too stupid. They didn’t think he knew what they said about him behind his back. But he did. And it left a bitter, bitter feeling in his spark.

What the others didn’t know was the sacrifices one has to make to become a Prime, not just through morals and principles. You sacrifice a shard of yourself. You cut it out of your spark despite the agony that it brings you to lose such a vital part of yourself. Your joy, your happiness. Your peace of mind. You lose your sense of individuality, becoming infinitely connected to all the Primes before you and carrying the ever crushing weight of their pains, their sorrows. Their haunting voices forever screaming through you in your quiet moments. Like an echo of agony that never ceases to bear down on your very being.

No.

No one ever speaks of the white hot pain that is transforming into a Prime.

Taking on the matrix, it rebuilds you. Changing your very CNA, shred by shred. It tears open your spark and plucks it out right before your optics, reconstructing it like pieces of a puzzle into Primus’ sovereign champion. It does the same to your frame, breaking it apart and twisting it, forming it into a body worthy to carry it. It is a process that lasts only moments, but instills vorns worth of pain and suffering into the very essence of the wielder. And Rodimus was the youngest to ever be made a Prime. Barely even matured, he had hardly lived before he was remade in Primus’s vision. His tortured scream still haunted Optimus. He could feel it on occasion, echoed through the Matrix.

Hot Rod was cut from his own frame, dissected and pulled apart from himself, to be remade into Rodimus Prime, used as raw material to be created again, but never made quite whole. It left him feeling raw, empty. Like the essence that made him uniquely himself was siphoned from his spark and burned.

He often wondered if this is how Orion Pax felt, once upon a time. He never bothered to ask Optimus. He knew the answer as the thoughts formed in his processor. Their agony was his. And his agony was theirs. Rodimus supposed in pain, he had fellowship, but if that were really true, he often questioned, why didn’t any of them feel the agony he was in emotionally? Perhaps they did and simply didn’t care. Or chose to let him feel it all alone. Maybe that was how Optimus felt. Despite being connected he still had many questions that went unanswered, that he had to figure out on his own.

But how cruel was that? To be promised glory, power, adoration, and be given the strut shattering reality that was his existence. To simply be a vessel to a parasitic artifact that he once revered with the highest respects. Thrown into a blistering inferno of raging consciousnesses and struggle to find your own inner voice in it all. To trust so wholly in someone such as Optimus, and still trust him wholly despite not telling Rodimus of the horrors of becoming a Prime.

In the end, when he left his homeworld in search of the Knights of Cybertron, it wasn’t totally for the greater good. He did it for himself too. To try and prove he could walk in the footsteps of the Primes before him, both to his people and to himself.

But he failed.

And the sad thing was he wasn’t even surprised when it really sank in.

He wasn’t surprised when he lost the respect of his crew, or when even Ratchet confessed he was among the ones who wished to vote him off the ship. His ship. He was hurt, but not surprised. His blunder after Primus forsaken blunder prepared him to the notion that they had all given up on him. He himself wouldn’t have followed a leader who seemed so… incompetent. So, he didn’t really blame them in the end.

Losing the respect of his crew sent him into a tailspin of the likes he had never experienced. He had finally felt like he was discovering himself again, when it was all ripped out from underneath of him. It tore his wound in his spark from the matrix open again.

The only thing he had as a constant reminder of who he was, was the weight of the Matrix itself in his chassis. Despite the pain, and the grief that came with becoming one with it, he found solace in the ebb and flow of its energy. Eventually. It hadn’t been that way at first.

His perspective of the artifact had been changed once it was assimilated into his frame. Parasite, he would think. He still thought that of it. But he grew to understand it the longer he was connected with it. It was alive, in the way that the essence of the Primes from the past were alive in it. It drew upon their wisdom and knowledge and urged him towards action as if it was instinct. At first he fought against the thoughts and feelings that were forged by the Matrix. It stole his sense of self, so why would he want to further erase himself and do what it wanted?

But he eventually realized it wasn’t really the Matrix telling him what to do. It was the way the Primes communicated to him and shared their experiences. This realization softened his spark to it, and brought him out of his hatred for it. It’s what made him really start listening to it. Reaching to it for comfort in his failings, to learn of what he could do to change things, to make his circumstances better. And it helped him.

Then, he was demoted. By Optimus.

It crushed his spark when Optimus brought Megatron of all mechs onto his ship to “co-captain” with him. It was the biggest slap in the face next to his crew petitioning to have him thrown out. He was a Prime! He should have outranked anyone regardless! But, ‘Primes don’t think like that.’ Optimus had said. And the shame he felt melded with the utter betrayal in his spark. This was his mission! His adventure in the stars! And it was practically taken from him.

So he sulked for a long time. He didn’t engage in extracurricular activities outside of his duties. He didn’t joke on the bridge.

He even changed his plating color. From his bright and cheery orange, red and yellow, to black, purple and blue. He couldn’t stand looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a failure. So he changed himself. He became gritty, and brooding. Dismal even.

When he entered a room, people finally listened. And it angered him it took a complete overhaul of his personality to make it happen.

[divine-ceo]

Children can never mind their own buisness.. Can they? A pest comes into my domain to steal from me, and suddenly I'm the evil one for scaring him just a bit.

[livef1sh]

//wait. hang on. reading one of the side order developer interviews and.

that's so fucking funny. acht i love you never change

[gothicpetrichor]

Blender magazine #56, March 2007

[rpking99]

Kobiya High/Transformers Kotobokiya Lore

So as some of my guys might realise/know that I have the Kotobokiya Bishoujo Transformers girls as Muses

And it just had me thinking... Might be good to let everyone who what In doing with them as characters, haha

Okay so first off, let me explain what these are. Basically Kotobokiya is a company that makes very beautiful anime style statues. They do lots of official characters (like Marvel and DC Heroines) but they also have a few spin off lines. Such as the Bishoujo line where they make genderbent human formed characters, in this case transformers. There is no more or story for them at all

So... Yeah. My own unique idea/stuff

The group all go to Kobiya High, nice and simple. And the girls are split into two... Factions, kinda.

....

Also. Be warned. Lots of punny names incoming

The Factions

First we have the AutoBot Action Band (ABAB) where the good girls are. They are group that just specialises on... Well.... Having fun. Trying new things. Doing sports, acting, adventuring and playing music. It's basically an excuse in order to just hang out and have fun

On the other hand we have the DeceptiCon Disciplinary Committee (DCDC), the school police kinda thing lead by the Student Council. You've seen them in many anime and Japanese franchises.

And now... On to the characters/Muses!

Characters/Muses

Optima Convoy is the leader of ABAB, a fun loving and free spirited girl who is wise beyond her years. Coming across as a big sister to every member of the club. Someone who lives in the moments. And is also a big nerd. Optima actually being a nickname, as her real name is Oriana and she has some of the highest grades in class

BumbleBecky is a girl who forever has stars in her eyes. Lacking self confidence, making friends is one of the things that could keep her smiling forever.

Megatronia is the Student Council President, and also the head of the DCDC. Classic high power president type, think Satsuki Kiriyuin form Kill La Kill. She took over the Council President position from a girl called Zeta, who had made the school a war zone. Putting down social expression for uniformity and high grades. But after taking control, and through the election, she became twisted. In ways making the school a better and more accepting place, but also making the punishment for rule breaking even harsher. Pushing her and her old friend Oriana apart....

StarStacey is Megatronia's right hand gal in the DCDC, a typical spoilt rich girl type who will try and seize command from the president any chance she gets.

That is the main cast all done. The four official muses. However Kotobokiya does repaints, as does Transformers. And while there are not enough pics for me to add these girls by themselves, there IS enough for me to let them exist as soon offs to an extent....

ShellyWave is the ever logical and serious member of the DCDC, Shelly is behind the budget of the group and other clubs of the school. Able to take over when Megatronia is busy, be careful trying to face her black and white view point. A scientist who is an expert with biology

SophieWave is the most loyal of the entire DCDC, with a not-so-secret crush on their leader. Sophia is very clever with computer and has made herself mechanical 'babies' in her robot companions (Ravage, Laser Beak, Frenzy & Rumble) to assist her in her work for the DCDC. Many refer to her as a 'spy' as she looks for those who may cause problems for the school

Spin Off Characters/Muses

ThunderCandy is part of StarStacey's Seeker Trio. A drama queen who wishes to be an actress, she is highly focused on her looks

SkyWendy is the final member of the Seeker Trio. She is a bit of a ditz, and also a prankster. There to back up the other two as told but when left alone to her own devices... She causes chaos

Nemisa Convoy is Optima's twin sister. A trouble maker who works for the DCDC in exchange for being allowed to get away with her chaos as she so desires. A bitchy bitch who will happily kick your ass as soon as sucking your dick.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Melissa Hazen Codex Entry

NAME: Melissa BLOODNAME: Hazen DECANTED: DEC-16-2990 PRIMARY GENETIC CONTRIBUTIONS: Hazen, Elizabeth C.; Turkina LISTED TRAINING (SOURCE) - MechWarrior (CLAN JADE FALCON) - Light Infantry (FURSONA'S FUSILIERS) - SERE (FURSONA'S FUSILIERS) - Anti-Mech Infantry (FURSONA'S FUSILIERS) - Commando Infantry (FURSONA'S FUSILIERS) - Jump Infantry (SLDF) KNOWN PARTICIPATED OPERATIONS [ERROR, MAXIMUM DISPLAYABLE FILE LENGTH EXCEEDED] CONFIRMED OPERATIONAL STATS MECH KILLS - 1715 (+225 shared, +160 probable) CV KILLS - 2150 (+75 shared, +100 probable) BATTLE ARMOR KILLS - 565 (+105 probable) KNOWN INJURIES - Gunshot wound(s), various calibers (total est. 31). Treated. - Stab wound(s), various weapons (total est. 7). Treated. - Concussion(s), various sources (total est. 20). Treated. - Animal bite(s), serious, venomous (total est. 5). Treated with antivenin. - Animal bites, serious, non-venomous (total est. 13). Treated. - Multiple fracture, leg (3025). Treated. - Liver failure via alcohol ingestion. Function restored with cloned replacement. - Left foot middle talon damaged (c. 07-02-3025). Repaired, subsequently Carbon Fiber Reinforced; along w/ all other talons. CURRENT OPERATIONAL STATUS [Functional]

[crossed-worlds]

📼 Nine

Send 📼 to see an early childhood memory of my muse’s

The sound of laser fire. The ground exploding in chunks of dirt whenever it was hit. The smell of blood. Brown fur and the smell of....comfort. Safety. Holding him close. The memory was....faint, foggy as the environment around him was long since a blur. Was it....already a city? Or was it still wilderness? He didnt know. He couldn't know. It was so long ago.

They turned a corner and he could hear engines racing by as gentle hands set him down, covering him with...a cloth? A leaf? No. A shawl. He remembered that. It was green and blended in with the shadows well.

"....M-Mom?" He remembered looking up at her, so confused and scared as to what was happening.

She had smiled at him, but her eyes....the same blue that he owned now. They were full of fear, knowing, and sorrow. She was hurt... he remembered the red stain through her fur. She brushed his fur back and kissed his head, remaining longer than she probably should have.

"Wait here Miles." She had told him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be right back...."

A lie.

A lie that saved his life as his mother ran back out of whatever hiding place she had stashed him away in. He remembered her calling to the robots...leading them away. He never found out what happened but.....deep down he knew. He knew. He'd been alone ever since. Had to raise himself. His once gentle heart had hardened and grown armor thick and cold.....