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nosferatu? non. VOSferatu. c'est pas mon problème
Reblog so she lives forever.
20 years. If this gets posted and we all survive for another 20…things might be alright.
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(more horny than anyone has ever been before) i bet it feels good as hell to put your hands in someones abdominal cavity and feel their organs flinch away from your touch
i'm feeling haterful someone share your complaints about something
The english language. everything about the english language pisses me off so bad. I only speak english and it's my native language because im fuckin AMERICAN and i HATE IT and im STUCK WITH THIS GODAWFUL LANGUAGE. where does the d in fridge come from when it's full name is refrigerator? where? tell me. Why are toadstools and mushrooms the same species but imply vastly different types? where does mushroom even fucking come from. i hate this language. I want it to burn.
when the fatigue-out-of-nowhere-disorder causes you to get fatigued out of nowhere
I learn new things from my husband everyday and i’m more and more in awe with each thing i’m shown/told
<- talked about chameleons and sickle cell anemia
MY HUSBAND HAS ME REALLY ENJOYING THESE LETTUCE, CHEESE, AND MAYONNAISE SANDWICHES
CURSE YOU HUSBAND
Teehee
My husband left me alone i can’t believe he would do this to me
Wait he’s back now YIPPIE!!
I WAS GRABBING BREAD YOU CLINGY FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey guess what !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B I T C H A S S
NO MORE BUG.
NYYYYAARRRRRRRRR GIVE HER BACK
give give give give give give give
your discord pfp and your tumblr pfp are locked in a room together. what happens?
anyway I wanna have a goat fursona for fun would you love me as a goat
these all are me
since i know you like your alien worldbuilding and i’m not really sure if you’ve answered an ask related to this yet, at least for tfp, i’d just be really interested in hearing some of your ideas (if you have any) on what cybertronian beauty standards are, and how most of the main cast would be seen in regards to those standards. do they even have an understandable concept of beauty? i mean obviously shiny paint and buffed finishes would probably be the norm, and different branches of the transformers race would definitely value certain traits over others (velocitron comes to mind) but what other features do you think would be cybertronian society’s general ideals?
Heck yeah, worldbuilding time. Lets gooooooo-
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Cybertronian Beauty Standards
There are a few universals when it comes to beauty standards across Cybertron. Namely well done paint, buffed plating, and unbroken armor. However across regions and castes, there are a few preferences that are rather prevalent.
Amidst high castes, the favored form is flamboyancy and keeping up the latest trends. If one wishes to keep up to standard, they will be required to constantly change their frame, usually in irreversible ways in order to ensure they are up to snuff. The trends always change, so it is near impossible to pinpoint what is seen as beautiful at any given moment amongst the high caste, but a few constants are brighter colors, accessories in abundance, and expressive optics. Its all a way to show off authority and wealth.
Middle caste mecha tend to be more reserved, and as a general rule, a more composed and sophisticated look is the most attractive. A firm frame without any serious kibble, hardy and built to last but still with enough unique accessories to stand out. Duller versions of their high caste counterparts paint selections are often the preferred choice, but often brighter colors are still appreciated most. For the middle caste its all about showing off one's ability to take care of themselves while still standing out in a way that is not obnoxious.
Low caste mecha look for survivability in those around them to determine beauty. A sturdy frame with no serious signs of deterioration, an appealing collection of scars to tell of battles won, and bright but often cold colors are preferred. Shining silver and multiple layers of armor are seen as most beautiful due to the story such things tell. A mech who can withstand everything and still manage to buff out their plating is one who is well regarded amongst the low castes.
Across different city states, these standards largely remained the same but were adapted to the preferences of each area. In the case of Iacon and its similarly wealthy sister cities, all mecha regardless of caste were expected to maintain their frame. Bright colors, slim waists with bulky shoulders and chevrons were seen as the most appealing. Thick pedes were also seen as an expression of grace when combined with thin legs and the overall bulk of the upper body. Additional kibble was not seen as particularly appealing and often a more minimalist appearance was most well regarded since it showed a mech could go without any notable modifications. If one had modifications, they were to be hidden if the mech in question wanted to keep up appearances. Any sort of markings to the frame were looked down upon, especially scarring. Clean plating without blemish was always seen as far superior to any sort of marking in wealthy cities. With that in mind, face preference tended to lean more toward those with polished and flat faces with their most interesting feature being their optics.
Less wealthy but more productive cities like Polyhex and Vos had a whole different set of preferences. Extra kibble was seen as appealing with a particular preference toward doorwings and wings in general. To have such a sensitive piece of additional kibble was put on a pedestal as it spoke of increadible self control to not be hitting everything and everyone or responding to stimuli poorly. Visors were held in high regard partially for the protective factor they offered, but largely due to how they obscured the face, a trait that was in high demand due to the various careers seen in the more bustling cities. Identity was everything, so having a frame with a slim midsection but with kibble almost everywhere else was seen as quite beautiful. Markings were tolerated and even seen as appealing to a degree so long as they were either artistically placed, or in the case of scarring, very minimal. The preference for facial structure was not really present as most instead preferred to focus on their visors as their most notable frame addition.
In poorer cities with a higher concentration of low caste mecha, such as Kaon and Helex, preferences differed yet again. Thick armor, heavily armed, and larger frames were seen as superior in every regard. The larger and sturdier a mech was, the better. A degree of curvage was seen as appealing, but largely the beauty was found in armor structure and useful kibble. Mecha in poorer cities resented any sort of ridiculous flamboyancy and much preferred quieter methods of showing off their grace. Polished but scarred armor was a mark of wisdom and prowess. Cooler colors showed an ability to go into battle without regard for faction or affiliation. Open weaponry showed bravery and honor since they quite clearly knew when and when not to fight. Usefulness was the most appealing, along with more aggressive plating structure. Unlike other cities, smooth and simple plating was not the most beautiful and instead most mecha agreed that spikes or at least extra boxy armor was better. With that in mind, sharper faces were also in higher demand.
Excluding cities, beauty standards fell into an interesting gray area that depended entirely on region. In small settlements, everything depending on environment. Those that lived near the sea were fond of the bulkier mecha since they could withstand the storms. They cared for them even more if their colors were various shades or orange and rust. Mecha from the spire forests were far fonder of tall and spindly frames, those with dark colors of the earth capable of rushing between obstacles without regard for the difficulties of a larger body. Those from the open plains and wastes fancied those more capable of speed so that they could get from point A to B without need for days of travel. Everything depended on region when not in the cities.
While there were outliers and small subcultures with different preferences, this is the overview.
Ratchet: All right let’s test this out. I’ve got a patient here, and as you can see if we open up his leg chassis, there’s a pretty big fracture. How would you repair this? Spinister: Well first thing’s first I’m gonna take the squiggly parts out, ‘cause he doesn’t need ‘em, then I’m gonna make the energon do a whirly-gig into the tube over here, slip this whangdangler under the slicey boys, jimmy the shiny spoony bit back up, melt a couple oopsy-doodles together, *CRACK* the crunchy bang-bangs back into place, wipe it down, and wrap it up for space Christmas.
Ratchet: …..Well you’ve fixed it. More efficiently than I’ve ever seen it done, and using a method I have never even conceived of. Spinister: Mmhm Ratchet: And could you possibly tell me the name of the part you just repaired? Spinister: It’s the Up-And-Down Spirally Part that goes Brrrrrr
Ratchet:
Spinister absolutely reminds me of the testing for prospective WWII ground crew mid-war, which was a practical test. Some people couldn’t pass the pre-war written test, but if they could fix the actual equipment, they were good to go.
Huggie? As treat? Treat for tmp anon?
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You receive a pat on the back.
(There was a low thud, another expendable crawling through the vent as usual. What wasn't usual, however, was the excess of blood and the white-furred arm that got tossed through.) (The EXR-P heaved themselves through the vent, panting heavily and clearly VERY woozy from bloodloss. It didn't stop them from picking up their arm, stumbling to the table nearby, and slamming it down with a simple, albeit slurred, question.) "You got a..... sewing kit.... anywhere, Mr. Fishy-Fish??"
The clambering sounds from the vents wasn't anything surprising, so he didn't give it much attention as he flipped through yet another classified document; titled as such with the red emblazoned on the side of the file. He was slightly distracted as he spoke, flicking an ear fin.
"Welcome to the shop. Keycard is by the radio whenever you want to move on." He mutters, about to continue his usual speech when he stops, the smell of blood filling his nose. In the far reaches of his artificially-placed animal instincts; the blood equals injured prey, and injured prey are easy prey—
he shakes his head a bit, pushing those intrusive thoughts aside as he looks down at the EXR-P, blinking at the fur they apparently have (though it's not the strangest person he's seen. He's seen prisoners with TVs for heads.) and their grievous wound. Well, even if they might die in his shop, assets are assets.
"Hm, if you have the research for it; you can take the medkit off of my tail." He gestures with a clawed hand to the medkit strapped to the side of his tail, a slightly condescending tone to both his voice and his smirk.
He brushes off the name the prisoner called him, for now.
He wobbled back and forth, processing what the marine-hybrid said before reaching around to his pockets and sifting through them. It's hard to do with a single hand and while actively bleeding out, but hey! He's in no place to argue, right now! He couldn't even if he tried! "Uhh... mnnff.." A few more pants and a visible struggle, he managed to fish (no pun intended) out his loot and shakily push it into Sebastian's hands. Well, more like the bottom of his shirt, but close enough. The polar bear looked up at the merchant for approval, single blue eye struggling to stay open as his brain formed what few words he had left. "i's fow hundy,,,,,, that good?? you can have.. all of it... if you... help me or somethin...." It was more a request than a bargain, but phrasing isn't his forte right now.
🐟.... bloob bloob....
Sebastian stares down at the prisoner making the strange sounds, tilting his head with a confused stare. His ear fin flicks as he watches, practically studying the strange EXR-P.
"Are you alright? You have brain damage or somethin'?"
I'd imagine so, Given how many times i keep runing into things, but hey. Bad eyesight can't exactly be helped, haha- But yes, I'm fine! Just making silly noises for the fun of it ^^