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perisdynasty · 2 months

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Amedot Fusion | Fluorite

@dribbonart is doing an amedot fusion contest, and I thought it'd be fun to join in! So, here's Amethyst and Peridot's fusion, Fluorite!

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#steven universe #amedot #amethyst #peridot #su #fusion #fluorite #all ive learned from this is i have a really hard time drawing lightning bolts #dont ask me what her weapon is bc i have no idea #i might make a final drawing of the doodle in the corner someday (i really like it)#amedotcontest

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fierykitten2 · 5 months

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Here’s a poll idea

I could give an option like “just don’t include them” but I don’t like that idea (even though it’s the most likely option imo). Plus I’ve seen enough posts saying these would be better options that what we got so hopefully I’m not the only one that really wants these guys in

Just to explain options 5 and 6, I think the themes I would most like to see in the Gen 10 games are Chaos vs Order, Summer vs Winter and Nature vs Technology. Summer vs Winter seems too anticlimactic after Scarlet and Violet and Nature vs Technology is definitely way too soon and only an option because it was also played with in Black and White so Chaos vs Order is probably the best option (and also has the drama potential SV has). Also I think these fusions should be the only 3-Pokémon fusions and all the others should be 2-Pokémon. Whether that relegates these to DLC only because there’s no way a returning Pokémon could be a Box Legendary and it doesn’t make sense to give anyone else this special treatment… sure why not

#Beast Fusion #Sword Fusion #Proto Beasts #Neo Swords #walking wake #iron leaves #raging bolt #iron crown #polls

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literallymechanical · 2 months

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What does a fusion reactor sound like when it's running? Does it have any parts which make distinct noise or any behaviors that you can hear?

Great question!! It screams.

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That's a view into one of the windows of the late, great Alcator C-Mod at MIT. I never had the privilege of witnessing a C-Mod discharge myself, but it went EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Of course, you'd never actually be in the same room as the reactor when it's firing a pulse, what with all the neutrons and x-rays. For a lot of facilities, they actually pipe the audio from the reactor into the control room so you can hear if a loose bolt gets yote across the room by the magnets, for example.

This is from the control room of DIII-D in San Diego. Listen over the HVAC and you can hear the reactor as a kind of high-pitched, whistling hiss with a crackle of distortion from all the EM interference of the plasma discharge.

#fusion #engineering #science

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kranberry1006 · 5 months

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Frankie-fine!

My Personal Headcanons and individual crops under the cut:

Headcanons:

~She/They

~Autistic

~Since she's undead, she's got trouble walking and usually uses crutches, but uses her wheelchair on bad days

~After being revived in Freaky Fusion they use their wheelchair more often while they recover.

~She wears plastic jewelry instead of metal for a while after Freaky Fusion because her spark is unstable

~Their hair has blue/yellow streaks after Freaky Fusion, and eyes have some yellow

~They also have some scars from the electricity. Most of them fade after a while, but the ones around their metal bolts and leg stay

~ She's got a prosthetic leg like g3 Frankie

~I also like g3's thing with having parts of genius brains, so my Frankie has a scar on her forehead where her parents replaced brain bits

~They have staticky hair because electricity

#art #kranberry1006 #artists on tumblr #my art #frankie stein #g3 monster high #g1 monster high #monster high #monster high g3 #monster high g1 #monster high art #monster high fanart #monster high frankie #disabled monster high #mobility aid

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coffeetime88 · 8 months

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Something I just noticed:

Feraligatr + Suicune

= Walking Wake

Meganium + Raikou

= Raging Bolt

So is the third Paradox Pokémon going to be a fusion of Typhlosion & Entei? Will we get a bipedal Entei?

#paradox pokemon #pokémon scarlet and violet #scavio #the teal mask #the hidden treasure of area zero #pokemon dlc #paradox Pokémon #pokemon scarlet #walking wake #raging bolt #entei #suicune #raikou #Feraligatr #Meganium #Typhlosion #gen 2 starters #jhoto #paldea

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 months

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Hello! I love your writing and art it's so cute! I was wondering if I could ask a request or something whit Raihan whit a reader that somehow dragon types that love them, they would just say a word and the dragon type is just "🥰☺️💕" and when they start to talk softly or baby talk to the dragon type they amidiately flop to the ground and expose they're belly demanding tummy pets, I think mostly because the stomach of a dragon is always they're weaker point compered to the rest and the fact that they immediately just roll over exposing it to the reader even if they just met is kinda 🤯. Bonus if they have a legendary dragon type and they are just a cuddle bug whit Reader. If you don't want you can skip it! Alsow Ingles is my third language so I'm sorry if the grammar is bad😭

Ps. Remember to take breaks and to not overwork yourself dear! And your doing amazing remember that!💕

Your grammar is good, don't worry!

Also I've been leveling up Zekrom a lot so I'm going to choose them as the legendary dragon <3

........

Raihan has a team of dragons, you have a team of dragons..

One would think it'll make for an interesting rivalry, especially as you've entered the Galar Championship and crushed his team with them instantly.

But it's after the fact that he finds out there's a certain "charm" to you--which makes any and all dragon types quite cuddly and submissive. No matter if they're wild or if you just caught them.

Turns out they're not just weak to ice and fairy types.

For example, you showed off the Zekrom you found in the dynamax lair, and at first Raihan is shook because you managed to tame the literal dragon of ideals who annihilated entire kingdoms...

.....and made it roll over onto its back the moment you started talking.

"Hi, Zekrom! You did great with that Fusion Bolt attack. Who's a good dragon, hm? Who's a good dragon?" You're pretty much babytalking this great beast, rubbing its belly...and it's just taking it, thumping its tail while it's also glowing electric blue from pure happiness.

Duraludon, who's standing beside Raihan, decides it wants to be coddled too and just...hobbles over to you, whining and looking for attention.

Of course you happily oblige.

"Awh don't think I forgot about you, superstar! Look at you, making Raihan proud. Well I'm proud of you, too." You coo, laughing a little as it stiffly lays on its back, demanding belly rubs.

Meanwhile the dragon tamer doesn't know what to think. He's definitely given his ace more than enough affection and feels a little insulted that it's acting otherwise.

But he can't deny that seeing you both interacting like this is cute..

He has to snap a picture to savor this moment, of course.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon raihan #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan x reader #zekrom #duraludon #headcanons #fluff

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supernova351 · 21 days

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How I think Vash got some of his major scars! I obviously will be talking about violent topics so general warning for that. I’m mainly going to be going off of these three panels.

The serrated scar around his left bicep is pretty obvious: someone tried to cut his arm off. Someone who wasn’t knives, as the wound would be much cleaner. I think they probably got a good amount, it looks like it had to be stitched together.

The scratchs on Vashs abdomen and shoulder d imply that he was probably cut up by an animal, but I don’t think that’s the case. The only two native animals we see on No Man’s Land are the Thomas’s and the Sand worms. But Thomas don’t have three clawed feet.

They have two talons per foot, so it likely wasn’t a Thomas. Considering the weapons on NML I’d assume it was probably clawed gloves. Frankly it looks like he was gored

I like to think the metal lattice on the sides of his ribcage and the bolts on his hips are probably combined as some sort of internal brace, maybe a back injury or spinal fusion. Probably someone shooting or stabbing to close to the spine.

The large scar across his clavicle and the ones on his legs look like stylized whipping scars. I’d put a picture, but if you want to know look it up yourself.

And the waffle titty my beloved. I think it’s there to protect his heart.

If you have any headcanons on how Vash got his scars drop em i want to see

#trigun #trimax #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun maximum #vash #trigun headcanons #vash saverem #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #vashwood #owie ouch ouch

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wangxianficrecs · 5 months

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Polyphony by xxdz

Polyphony

by xxdz

T, 2k, Wangxian

Summary: He stares at HuaiSang, incredulous “If Second Jade wanted to drift with me, he would have done it when I asked him five years ago.” “People change, Wei Ying.” Lan fucking WangJi’s voice sounds from behind him. Pacific Rim AU. Kay's comments: Loved this Pacific Rim AU! In which Jiang Cheng is no longer allowed to pilot a Jaeger and so, Wei Ying has to look for a new partner. Enter: Lan Zhan, who he knows he's drift-compatible with, but who didn't want to drift with him the last time they had seen each other. Very cute and I like the glimpses into Wangxian's past. Excerpt: From the front of the room, Marshal Nie looks ready to skewer him alive, so Wei Ying plasters on his best smile and turns around instead of bolting right the fuck out of there. “Lan Zhan!” He notes that the other somehow learned to emote even less with his face since they last met two years ago. “It’s been a while!” “Indeed.” Lan Zhan says, bows slightly to him like he did back then, and walks away as if he didn't just use five words to leave Wei Ying with enough shit to process for a year. “You better put together another fucking list.” He hisses to HuaiSang before grabbing a bo staff.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, pacific rim fusion, jaeger pilots, drift compatibility, developing relationship, getting together, love confessions, fluff

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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falleri-salvatore · 2 months

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My predictions as to how Jaune's Semblance will evolve

I am fully willing to accept the scorn that comes my way as the price of finally letting this idea that JUST! WON'T!! LEAVE!!!! off of my chest. (We are here ->) First Stage: Aura Amplification. Basically restores user's and/or other's Aura as well as temporarily amplifies it (along with all that comes with it. May or may not include Magic) (Theoretical) Second Stage: Aura Nullification. Drains other's Aura as well as temporarily nullifies it (along with all that comes with it. May or may not include Magic) (Theoretical) Final Stage: Aura Plasmification. Basically a fusion of Prana Burst from FSN, Kaioken from Dragon Ball Z and Butterfly Mode from Naruto (sans the wings). The user is enveloped by a shroud of flames and lightning (think a combination of Yang's Burn and Nora's High Voltage) that massively increases every single one of the user's Physical, Mental and Spiritual Parameters. Also overclocks Aura Ampification and Aura Nullification and dramatically boosts both their effects and their range. This state also transforms the user's calories and nutrients as fuel for even more power. However, this state also consumes Jaune's Physical, Mental and Spiritual Stamina and overuse can lead Jaune into getting severe Body Fatigue (The body twitch and spasms in pain and doesn't respond to the user's command. The user reaches an anemic state due to burning nutrients and calories and transforming them into aura), Mind Fatigue (Thoughts become cloudy and can barely form a coherent thought. Headache from overstimulation and overclocking) and Soul fatigue (Aura recharges very slowly and becomes very hard to control. Think of the Ki Sickness from Dragon Ball Super). Thankfully, the exhaustion state can also be easily recovered from by getting a lot of sleep and regaining the lost nutrients and calories. In other words, this is Jaune Arc going out in a "Blaze of Glory" like a "Bolt of Lightning".

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby headcanon #rwby theorycrafting #rwby shitpost

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fierykitten2 · 5 months

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I’ll be honest, the lore that Raging Bolt can incinerate everything around it and Iron Crown once mowed down everything around it makes me think that if they could fuse with Walking Wake/Iron Leaves and Dino Entei/Robo Terrakion, the fusions have the potential to be some of the most dangerous Pokémon ever (at least if you or someone near you gets on their bad side, and I can imagine that would be fairly easy given they’ve probably all got slightly different pet peeves not to mention they’ve now got to deal with anyone who says fusions are bad + I can imagine the Beast Fusion having red, orange and gold as theme colours and the Sword Fusion having purple, blue and silver as theme colours and I guarantee at least one person would have the nerve to say something like “you get silver because there are only two of you and robots suck so you are in last place which means second lol”. Also I like to believe that the Proto Beasts are more than willing to stand up for the corresponding Neo Sword so now you’ve got three getting bullied at the same time and three who want to destroy you for bullying their partner (that was meant in a romantic way) meaning a lot more motive and a lot more destruction) and I think it would be a missed opportunity to not explore that

That said, I’ve sorta been imagining the fusions as being forced by Terapagos so I’m sure at least one of these two would’ve destroyed Terapagos before it had a chance to fuse them

#raging bolt #iron crown #walking wake #iron leaves #proto beasts #neo swords #yet another reason it would be a missed opportunity to not include the fusions

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legendaryvermin · 1 year

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God damn, item fusion in Tears of the Kingdom is such a brilliant response to critics of Breath of the Wild's weapon degradation. It keeps the play loop of the original game intact, constantly giving you reasons to go find new places and things to experiment with, but gives you an expanded toolkit to address the same kinds of encounters.

The thing that weapon deg haters couldn't always articulate about why the system rubbed them the wrong way is still there, I think; this is a game about lateral thinking and exploration, and those modes of play won't necessarily satisfy longtime fans. This game now has more in common with the criminally overlooked Banjo-Kazooie: Nuts and Bolts than it does with the rest of Zelda canon. To me, that's neat. BK:NB broke ground so ahead of it's time that it's taken a decade and a half for other major studios to try it's premise again, and I'm hopeful that other developers can take something from these new tools Nintendo is trying out.

Because it's a phenomenally whacky idea. Like, whoever proposed that had to have the backing of _tons_ of dedicated people to make it possible, because the original game already had dozens of interactive objects. Someone saying "it would be neat if everything could be glued together" is a pipe dream at most studios, and they fuckin did it!

I hope we haven't seen the last of more traditional Zelda style games, but gosh, this new frontier sure is neat.

#game design #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #banjo kazooie #nuts and bolts

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heliopauseentertainments · 5 days

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Solar Flare

Now a complete 92k word novel. Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus, one-sided Starscream/Rodimus, Megatron & Starscream, background relationships

Major Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Starscream, Zeta Prime, Ratchet

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of VIolence, Blood & Gore, Serious Injuries, Weddings, Suggestive Themes, Horror Elements (I.E. Horror of the Divine), Reincarnation, Ambiguous Relationships, One-Sided Relationships. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags. AU: Canon Divergence, Gods/goddesses, Early War

Summary: "To destroy a corrupt system, we must first destroy its gods, starting with this one." In which Megatron makes a mistake by sparing Rodimus, the Prime of the Sun.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Note: inspired by this art piece on Tumblr.

1st chapter under cut; the full length is on AO3.

"To destroy a corrupt system, we must first destroy its gods, starting with this one."

Megatron, at first, had been so sure of his words as he pointed at the red and yellow mech across the hall, bedecked in jewelry and silk.

The ornate metal doors that had blocked off the throne room laid crumpled on the polished marble floor under his feet, a testament to the temple’s weakness against real resistance.

In his initial planning, after storming the Temple of the Sun in Nyon, he had thought killing a false god would be the easy part. Especially since this Prime did not have a Lord Protector, no zealous paladin dedicated to defending his worthless spark, Megatron had assumed that there would simply be one less obstacle to his goal.

The defenses had been minimal. Pathetic guards ran screaming for their lives after the mundane frontal assault on the main reinforced doors. There had been no point in giving chase, so Megatron had ordered his soldiers to let them flee. Better to have terrified survivors tell the tale, whereas dead mechs couldn’t spread word of change.

If the other Primal temples were built like this one with pitiful security, their job would be a lot simpler. Megatron doubted that would be the case, but he had also doubted this push would have gone so smoothly.

Now he watched as Primal acolytes pulled on the Prime’s arms and hands, trying in vain to tug him to safety, wherever that might be found, far away from the armed intruders.

The Prime shook them off with an undignified curse before marching unhindered towards Megatron, whom he’d fixed with a glare. Not one of anger, no, one of being inconvenienced.

“What are you doing in my house? You’re freaking out my dudes!”

What.

Megatron wasn’t often taken aback, but it appeared today had yet more surprises in store for him than a suspiciously easy siege.

He had just blasted through reinforced doors with his mechs, neutralized several guards with nary a fatality, and kicked down the door to the sacred throne room where the Prime was expected to waste away his days in luxury and splendor. Yet this… this garish half-pint approached him, fine brocades and bangles swaying with the motion, with neither fear nor hesitation.

Megatron hadn’t been prepared for this.

He had been prepared for the pampered brat cowering on the beautiful, shining marble, begging for his miserable, privileged life. He had been prepared to mercilessly terminate that wastrel with a fusion cannon blast, right through the spark and through that stupid Matrix.

Just as soon as Megatron tired of the sniveling, of course.

Consternation on his face, he powered down his cannon with a soft whir as it was lowered to his side.

“Excuse me?”

The Prime planted his hands on his hips, the bejeweled and festooned fins of his spoiler tilted upward in bold defiance.

"You heard me, bolt brain."

Now that wasn't a very godly thing to say at all. What were they teaching these high-caste deadbeats these days? Insults like that were what Megatron would have expected from an overcharged cadet at a seedy spaceport, not the alleged reincarnation of Solus Prime.

For all the supposed elegance and grace of a Prime, especially the Prime of the Sun, this was a smart-mouthed little punk.

This wasn't remotely what had been expected.

Megatron scowled down at the mech who dared call himself a god.

With a wave of his arm, some of his lollygagging soldiers dispatched towards the back of the throne room to seize fleeing acolytes.

"Don't you realize what's happening here?" Megatron asked, staring right back into the defiant, burning blue gaze. "Are you really that brave or are you just foolish?"

"Oh, yeah, I know what's happening.”

Megatron sincerely doubted that, but better to hear what nonsense this unknowingly condemned moron could come up with. Maybe it would be amusing.

“You're being a total spike right now, bursting in unannounced and trashing my house like one of those medical academy parties they show on the holonet. Wreck your own house!"

Not nearly as amusing as Megatron had hoped.

What in the damned hell was this punk talking about?

No wonder this one had no Lord Protector. Who would tolerate this? Shooting him now would do the world a favor. Making a political statement at this point would be a bonus.

"Didn't your caretakers teach you any manners? Rude." Well, Terminus had tried but…. That was hardly the point. The sheer impertinence of this idiot who had no idea he was about to have a hole put through his spark at point-blank range by a fusion cannon.

"I'm about to kill you and you're upset by my lack of aristocratic manners?"

Manners hadn’t really mattered much where he came from, the predominantly manual-class and disposable-class underground city of Tarn, in the various mines where he’d labored in dangerous conditions for ages, or in the black-market pop-up gladiatorial arenas of Kaon. He had never had use for such niceties and this punk was upset that he wasn’t holding out his little finger while seizing the Primal temple.

Ridiculous.

What next? Did he expect Megatron to use a napkin when painting the floor with the Prime’s slowly dimming lifeblood?

Despite the situation and his rapidly approaching final moment, the Prime relaxed slightly, seeming to consider the contradiction now that it had been pointed out, rubbing his chin all the while.

"I suppose when you put it like that, but only a Prime can kill a Prime so like do whatever—Hey! Wait!"

The hand rubbing his chin abandoned its work to point squarely at Megatron's nose.

"I know you! You're that lunatic that got Kaon blown to slag!"

That was it; they were done here. He had tired of this highborn simpleton’s antics.

“Enough!” Megatron bellowed, smacking that accusing point away with the back of his hand. “I don’t have time for your inane blathering!”

“Hey, rude—“

“Seize him!”

Mechs surged forth, several making grabs for the Prime’s limbs.

The Prime struggled, swearing as he strove to free himself of unwelcome hands. He kicked and punched, denting plate. More than a few titanium teeth from Decepticon mouths pinged against the floor after being knocked out.

Flatline would be rather busy later patching up these morons, Megatron thought, intrigued by just how much of a fight this pampered fool was putting up.

The struggle went on until the soldiers managed to immobilize the Prime’s limbs, removing any space for him to get in another good swing.

"Might I suggest something?" A high-pitched voice piped up behind Megatron’s back, persuasively smooth with all the owner’s public speaking practice despite the underlying tinny screech.

"You may not, but you'll do it regardless of my permission, so out with it, Starscream. Let’s get your suggestion over with."

Starscream stalked closer and began to circle the restrained Prime, as though inspecting a new, expensive purchase. His thrusters clicked haughtily against the smooth floor with every step.

"Rather than immediately dispatch this 'god,' why not simply keep him prisoner?"

"What purpose would that possibly serve?" What a waste of precious fuel and man-hours that could be better allocated elsewhere. Why take on the unnecessary responsibility of babysitting?

"Well, would not a new mech simply be chosen as a puppet to take their place? A supposed reincarnation plucked from a hot spot like a shining miracle in the dark night. The Senate and their drooling lackeys will rally around the divine newspark, stir up the people's faith, and so on and so forth. Keep him alive and that little problem just solves itself, doesn't it?"

Starscream had always had an optic for political nuance, even if Megatron often discarded it in the name of idealogical stringency. He generally felt his time was better spent not playing those games. Direct action tended to suit his purposes far better.

“What of the Matrix?” Megatron asked, gesturing with his thumb at the Prime’s chest. Each Prime had one, bestowed upon them by the priesthood that served their predecessor. Relics passed down between supposed incarnations, a symbol of divinity. Turning that worthless relic into a profane trophy of scrap that would almost as profoundly undermine the blind faith of the populace as actually murdering one of their so-called “gods.”

Megatron tapped his finger against his chin in thought.

“Would not destroying the Matrix render the point moot?” A new god couldn’t be reformatted without it, right? At least, not as far as he knew. The whole thing was rustwash anyway, but that was the official narrative.

Starscream scoffed, waving a hand flippantly at the very idea as he continued to circle the immobilized Prime. His wings fluttered with interest, a behavior Megatron had seen his second-in -command perform on several occasions when he wanted something.

Something about this useless creature had caught Starscream’s attention. That would need to be ironed out later.

“Please. They probably keep a bunch of them in the basement or in a bunker somewhere or something. You break one, someone steals a backup and claims it’s the real thing, safely defended from our destructive irreverence. You get accused of having destroyed a fake one for publicity and the whole ‘message’ you want to send crumbles in shame. You know how it is with these ‘relics.’ A shanix a dozen. Best keep this one as ‘proof’ for now.”

A broad, knowing grin stretched across Starscream’s face, shining with implication.

“And, after all, you can only have the fun of killing him once.”

He hated that Starscream had a point—several, in fact. Telling the seeker so, however, would just cause more problems—the overinflated ego sort—down the line.

Megatron would settle for a simple acknowledgment as he leaned down to get a better look at this bedighted speedster.

The Prime was practically encrusted with jewels and precious metals in the form of ornate jewelry, brocaded mesh draped luxuriously over the fins of his spoiler. Feet planted firmly on the ground, the Prime glared defiantly back up at his captor. In any other situation, Megatron would have thought him a beauty to behold, but now the red mech was just a symbol of resources squandered on mere opulence.

The sight disgusted him or… it should have.

“Very well, Starscream.”

Megatron heaved a tired sigh.

“I haven’t decided what his fate will be just yet,” he said, straightening back up. “Lock him up somewhere. I don’t care where. It doesn’t matter. Just get him out of my sight.”

A few of his mechs hesitated, the ones holding the arms and shoulders of acolytes, as though they weren’t sure what to do with their prisoners. Megatron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood back up. Did he have to spell out everything for these idiots?

“The cultists too! Just go!”

Finally.

The throne room was at peace without that Prime spitting and screaming, now that the brat had been hauled off somewhere in the temple complex, preferably kept under lock and guard.

With the quiet, Megatron could finally get a look around, take stock of the damage and what exactly they had just conquered. This place held many, many valuable resources that they could utilize, either directly or by fencing the goods. Furthermore, he’d gotten it all for the low price of a few explosives, a couple of boot-licking lives, and inadvertent custody a very rude little “god.”

He would figure out what to do with that brat later.

Megatron took a long and slow ventilation before approaching the now abandoned, golden throne at the far end of the room. It glittered in the warm yellow-orange light from the lamps. An impression of the sun was embossed into the high back of the throne and again, smaller, on the arms and seat. It was almost too small, hardly having room for the treads on his back. It was made for more regal frames than his own, intended for heavy industrial work below ground.

The soldiers that still lingered in the room, along with his few lieutenants that had accompanied him, watched in silence.

“We will reinforce the Temple of the Sun, make it an impregnable fortress,” he said, sitting and relaxing into the Primal throne. He supposedly “desecrated” it merely by touch, let alone smearing it with spilled energon and oil from fighting his way through the temple. A shame some of that shed fuel didn’t belong to the previous occupant of this glorified chair.

No matter. It belonged to him now.

From here, it was a short step to de facto controlling the city of Nyon and its weak council.

“With a little work, it’ll make a fine base.” The first, in fact, unless one counted the ruins of Kaon, the last city he and his forces held, he thought, caressing one of the cushioned arms of the throne. After Senate forces bombed the city from the surface of Cybertron, the revolutionaries were forced underground.

Megatron gestured for his lieutenants to approach.

Starscream strode forward, an impatient twitch to his wings and several complaints no doubt already at the tip of his tongue. He still looked smug from his earlier “victory” in changing Megatron’s plans. In stark contrast, Soundwave, ever the professional, simply walked and waited in inscrutable silence for his orders.

"Now, as you know, the Senate is de facto independent, even if they nominally operate under the First Prime in Iacon. They serve no gods but themselves,” Megatron began, “we need to work quickly to fortify our position here. We have some time because they need to calculate the political risk of assaulting Nyon."

They could make good use of this place if they were quick, before the Senate could retaliate for the revolutionaries’ transgressions against the gods. Nyon, however, had one beautiful advantage that Kaon did not: a Primal temple. Even they would hesitate to simply annihilate a sacred location, no matter who held it. Not because they believed, but because the face they would lose with the public would be incalculable.

Megatron smirked, getting comfortable in the stolen throne. Just sitting here was daring the Senate to do something self-destructive and drastic. It was perfect.

Starscream opened his mouth, probably to object, but before he could get words out, he was cut off by a finger pointed in his direction.

“Organize the fortification efforts and recall Shockwave to our new position. Soundwave—“ The blue mech straightened up further to show he was giving his leader his undivided attention. “Round up and contain the remainder of the priesthood. We’re moving in. Once you’ve done that, turn your attention to following the newsfeeds. I want to know the nanoklik Iacon thinks about making a move.”

With a nod, the Soundwave turned on his heel to carry out the command.

Now he just needed to figure out what to do with the blasted Prime of the Sun. Throttling him was unfortunately off the table, for today at least.

Starscream loudly cleared his vocalizer, apparently having something else to say before getting on with his duties.

“What is it now, Starscream?”

“Well, if I may, I have a potential solution to your little Prime problem,” he started, still beaming. It was as though he had guessed Megatron’s thoughts.

“One that could legitimize our position here.”

“I’m listening.” Begrudgingly, but he would hear Starscream out. Might as well.

Megatron narrowed his optics but said nothing as he leaned his face on a raised fist. The seeker took that as permission to continue, a slippery grin stretching across the smooth metal of his face.

“What do you think of the title of Lord Protector? ‘Lord Megatron’ has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

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chapter five of once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time where all of jianghu has been cursed to live miserable lives in modern times without their memories and only Wei Wuxian can save them...except he doesn't remember either.

Wangxian + A-Yuan | Ch 5 | 17K | Rated M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Curses, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion

Chapter Summary

“That still doesn't explain what I have to do with it. Why am I the only one who can help?” “I told you,” A-Yuan presses, “You’re the Yiling Laozu! If anyone knows what to do, it’s you!” Wei Wuxian scoffs, “The evil-looking dude? Yeah, you mentioned, but again, what does it have to do with me?” His face twists indignantly. “And, hey, it’s not nice to tell someone they look like an evil guy, you know.” “He’s not evil!” “He had spooky shadow tentacles and stood on literal human bones." -- Wei Wuxian gets some answers about this strange little town, only to be left with even more riddles and a desire to solve them all.

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Wei Wuxian slumps against the door, rattling the silver bell above. The back of his head smacks against the wood. He hardly notices the soreness radiating from his bump from yesterday.

Fingers press against his cheeks. So hot. Burning.

He hopes he didn’t sweat through his sweater, that would have been embarrassing. What would Lan Zhan have thought if he’d seen sweaty pit stains? Lan Zhan is probably the kind of Asian that just never sweats, ever.

Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan Lan Zhan Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan.

Wei Wuxian slaps his cheeks. He needs to calm down. He needs to remember how breathing works. Or what legs that aren’t jelly feel like.

A throat clears from the dining room. Popo watches him from where she stands in the doorway leading into the kitchen, hands covered in flour and brows raised so high up they disappear into her silver fringe.

“Everything alright there?” she asks in a tone that says she knows everything is not alright, thank you.

“Popo,” Wei Wuxian replies, breathless despite his chest lifting up and down like he just ran a marathon. “I did it. I fixed it.”

Somehow, her raised brows turn more unimpressed as Popo slow claps three times. Flour sifts through the air around her like falling snow, crystals catching in her hair. Wei Wuxian is starting to wonder if her hair is really grey or if she’s just always covered in a layer of flour.

“Congrats. Come help me in the kitchen when you’re making sense again,” she says. She shakes her head and returns to the kitchen, leaving Wei Wuxian heaving by the entrance.

Which is just dandy because a series of hysterical, sharp giggles burst from his mouth. It sounds a little bit like a hyena dying. Like a lot of hyenas dying.

Sweat sticks to the back of his neck, trickling under his sweater. Did Popo crank up the heat? Why does it feel like a million degrees right now?

Wei Wuxian lets out another high-pitched sound that could be either a laugh or a wail. He bolts from the entryway, up the stairs, and into his room.

Popo is right. He really needs to calm down. He just…doesn’t know if he can, yet.