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Lieutenant notes the cells as they walk by, a wave of nausea overwhelming him just walking through the hall of them. It made him anxious. Closing his optics didn't help that feeling either, in fact it made it worse.
Another sneeze came, which, at least temporarily knocked him out of his rapid downward spiral. At this point, Dart had led him up to the interrogation room. Ironically, it was a calming wash over the flier to witness when the mech opened the door. One bad bout of memories replaced with the reminder of his Commander previously having one of these torture rooms. That accompanied with the stench of foul energon that fumigated the room reminding him of the times Pharma had corpses in the bath.
The mission, Lieutenant. Focus.
"Commander Skyfall, you seem as lively as ever." Lieutenant greets with a salute before approaching a bit closer to get a closer loook at the mech on the table. The barge of questions are collectively ignored as it woould be too much of a whiplash going to answer them all. He instead opts to answering the last question, “Ah, thank you for the offer, but I am afraid this is only a visit, of sorts."
He clasps his hands behind his back as he looks over the mech Sky is currently occupied with. "I pressume this is one of those that tried to take your life? Lieutenant Dart was informing me about the recent attempts." He flicks a fin as he senses the said mech outside the door. Such a good guardmech. "He worries about you, that much is clear. How long have you two been together now?"
The Decepticons seemed to have nothing but fear and respect for there second, giving them a wide enough berth and eyeing Lieutenant with suspicion. And a few muffled snorts of laughter at his sneeze, which were quelled when Dart sent them a scathing glare.
He slightly glared at Lieutenant when he didn't get an answer, frown deepening for a moment before the elevator stopped.
"Fine, I will be outside the door. Watch your step, he tends to send pieces flying when he gets upset." The elevator door opened and he led Lieutant through the cell blocks. Most of them were empty, save for maybe three that had a few Decepticons. Recharging off either to much engex to to much other substances.
He led Lieutant to a door and opened it, letting him in. It was an 'interrogation' room. The walls were lined with all manner of torture tools and other objects. Hooks hung down from the ceiling and there were at least four frames long offline. Pieces of them were torn off, and one of them was even missing a helm.
Plating was rendered and torn open, one mechs empty sparkchamber on full display, face twisted in pain while another was simply a torso with half a helm.
Fresh energon splattered across the floor, some of it still dripping from the corpses.
And Skyfall stood in front of another one, the poor mech missing an optic and a leg. Fresh energon bubbling out of fresh wounds as his voicebox glitched and cracked, dangling out of his frame. The seeker looked over his shoulder and grinned at the green mech.
"Lieuntant! Its a pleasure to see you! How've you been? What's Tormentor and them been up to, hmm? What about you? Your looking well!" A blade lodged itself into the poor mechs shoulder as he turned and looked him. The blue seekers front half was covered in fresh and dried energon. It dripped down his claws, and splattered across his face.
"I'd shake your servo, but unfortunately I'm a little dirty!" Wings splayed wide as the door closed behind him, Dart taking up position just outside the door. "Would you like some energon or something? I can have one of the mechs grab some for you! We recently were able to indulge a little and get some extra additives."
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Roman’s Berry Jam
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Summary: It was only a matter of time before the next Side was given their own Crofter’s Brand jam, and there was little surprise when it was awarded to Janus. Janus deserved it. No Side was more fitting. At least, that was what Roman kept telling himself.
Or; Remus makes his brother a present to try and cheer him up.
Word Count: 2969 Genre: hurt/comfort, canonverse Characters: Roman, Remus, Janus, others mentioned Relationships: Creativitwins, platonic Janus & Roman & Remus
Warnings: food theme, slight gory imagery mention
If I need to tag anything else, let me know!
inspired by this post by @julia-loves-cupcakes because there was no way i could just leave roman like that :(
disclaimer i am thoroughly confused by the correct terminology for this wonderful fruit spread (jam? jelly?? confiture????)(/j), so i shall be referring to it as ‘jam’. hopefully that clears up any related confusions!
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It came as a surprise to no one when it was announced that Janus would be getting the next Crofter’s flavour. He was well liked, and quick-witted, and a Dark Side, which made for a diverse branding appeal following Logan, the stoic and straightforward Light Side.
When Thomas told Janus the news, Janus had shocked everyone by practically bursting into tears as he clasped the jar, eyeing it as if it may break and scanning the room for any signs of a set-up, a prank, a cruel fabrication. But Logan and Patton, the only other Sides present, had simply smiled, and congratulated him, and voiced their approval. The simple glass jar became almost symbolic of Janus’s acceptance and place in the group.
Janus deserved the achievement.
No Side was more fitting.
At least, that was what Roman kept telling himself.
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Feeling like drawing myself ripping my tits right off my chest.
I don't even hate my breasts but that's a pretty good visual interpretation of how suffocated I feel about my gender identity rn.
People see these as the marker of Female™, which comes with an entire load of assumptions and baggage I'm expected to uphold, along with every other female on this planet. I hate it here
I wish my vent art was cool and pretty like other people’s but it’s mostly weird ass shit like people’s eyes falling out or Pidge helping me with my stats homework
this did WAYYY better than i thought it would so um. now i cast upon you EVIL WIZARD CURSE OF MY HCS 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
reinforced by episode 101 (rip) and the whole 'breaking the right mirrors to get through the spiral' thing i figured he probably has mirror eyes. i kind of assumed it when i first heard it talk/sasha's initial description of itbut i think it would be an interesting concept if the spiral made it gouge its eyes out so it would no longer have to serve the eye/the institute
as a part of the whole mirror-eyes thing i think they wouldn't be like regular mirrors but like when you put two mirrors across from each other and it creates a funky kind of repeating hallway effect? idk how to describe it afjdjak and when you look into them properly it doesn't show you your actual normal reflection but the worst parts of your mind and makes the average person have an existential crisis
also kind of on that note but i think the distortion's hallways probably look a bit like two mirrors facing each other, like what you might imagine the fourth dimension looking like. so you can't properly tell if you're moving forward or sideways or backwards or what
the distortion has some sort of dissociation/derealization thing, michael in particular. i don't notice it as much with helen but i definitely get the impression of smth like that going on with him. maybe helen hides it more? idk
when he was alive he used to keep his hair tied up constantly bc he thought that it was too curly and 'unruly' to be left untied
lost its hairtie in sannikov land and decided fuck it, no more hair ties
dissociated the whoooole way through sannikov land and hardly remembers anything aside from vague details, the distortion part of him is the only one who remembers anything and its all in third person ofc
can hide its more distorted features but it takes a lot of effort and can only last a short amount of time (like a dayish) but when its seen in a mirror/peripheral vision/other distorted surface you can see what it actually looks like
when you look at him closely you can't really tell at what point he seperates from his surroundings, like he blurs around the edges
description of it is nearly impossible to give and is full of contradictions, only vague details can be given
anyway that's all i can think of for now. but um. have fun with it i guess
michael spiral ꩜⋆.°⭑
image id under the cut
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Michael the Distortion from the podcast the Magnus archives, done with bright eyestraining colours. Micheal is standing partially turned away from the viewer, visible from the mid-shins up. Its left shoulder is tilted down and his head twisted slightly with his chin pointed towards the bottom left of the picture, giving the impression that his proportions aren't quite right and that he is slightly contorted. Its hands are larger than normal human hands and have long, pointed fingers. Michael has pale skin and long curly blonde hair. As according to the creator's head canons, his eyes are mirrors and despite not having pupils, appear to stare wide eyed at the viewer. Its hair seems to be floating slightly. He is wearing blue trousers, a pale pink shirt and a woolen cardigan. The cardigan is oversized, hanging off his left shoulder and is rolled up around his elbows. The cardigan has a small pink collar and green cuffs and is green at the bottom edge. The rest of it is made of colourful mismatched patches, each with either a flower, a spiral, or a star on it. Michael's left hand is positioned halfway across its right shoulder as if about to adjust the sweater, or as if it is subconsciously trying to protect itself from an unknown threat, or as a warning to whoever sees it. It is left up to the viewer to decide. Behind him is his door, bent at odd angles and containing a spiralling mass of colour. He is seemingly in the Archives as can be seen from the bookselves from which the door emerges. Its body seems to glitch and bleed into its surroundings (not literally). There is some pale green light emanating from the Archive's bookshelves. w/.End ID]
Image ID for the ASCII next to its name in case it shows up weird: [Image ID: A spiral followed by a few small sparkles in ASCII. w/.End ID]
"So why are all of you some variation of 'Danny'?"
Dan, Dani, and Danny looked at each other.
"Whoever is the supreme Danny gets to keep the name, of course," Dani scoffs, picking up her cappuccino from the counter.
"But like...what's the deciding factor on that?" The baffled barista asks.
"Whoever dies the most gruesome death wins," Dan deadpans, grabbing his macchiato.
"Shut the fuck up, edglord McGee, we've all died," Danny groans, elbowing past him to grab his iced caramel triple shot latte. "You're not special."
"Yeah loser."
"But we all came back, so we can just start from there!"
"Dani wins."
"Yeah, I win. I was melting, like the hot witch from Wicked."
"Only because yours happened in this timeline! Mine was way worse!"
"How else are we supposed to track that, Dan?! You and I share the same death now!"
"Fuck you and your stupid electricity, I still remember it so it happened!"
"Cope."
"So much Copium he's radioactive."
The Barista, who never did get clarification, watches the trio leave the coffee shop still arguing.
"What the fuck?" He whispers.
"Those guys had to be Gothamites," one of the customers sighs, exasperated.
"No. No! Because if they are, what're they doing in Metropolis? Fuck off. If Gothamites come here they'll bring the clown with them. Fuck that."
Within mere minutes, a Twitter war had erupted between Metropolis, telling Gothamites not to move there, and Gotham, telling Metropolitans that they wouldn't want to anyways.
Again.
For the fifth time that week.
On a Monday.
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you @royalvolturiisblog, I will start typing the story up later today and hope to have it done soon, though half of the rights will go to you as the person who inspired/requested me to write, I honestly can't wait.
