#insert scrapper

[violetsgayhouse]

da blu scrapper tf2....<3

#🦾 #wip #insert scrapper #blu scrapper #violet says i just like him because hes blue. i think ze should shut up maybe

[charismat1c-megafauna]

Crying screaming going insane over the fact that even if you THINK Hickey deserves the thirty lashes (or the twenty-three that he actually receives), it's still a difficult order to justify (even though Hickey was objectively in the wrong, although unfortunately it's not a massive leap in logic for your average white British sailor in the 1840s) because it's fundamentally part of Crozier's arc regarding alcoholism bringing out the worst in him. Sure, he comes to Silna's aid, but in the next episode, he wants to throw her out and abandon her, and even punishes his good friend for rightfully standing against him! It's a careless act of anger and cruelty that costs Blanky his leg, and ultimately his life (or at least, what might have remained had he not gotten gangrene). Ultimately, its the catalyst for Crozier's sobriety, his moment of "oh god I REALLY fucked up," and he's a better man for it, but it comes at the cost of his friend's life and Silna's safety.

Back to Hickey. I think we tend to let this moment slide because we know Hickey is a terrible person who does terrible things and we want to see him suffer, but Crozier continuing to up the ante as Hickey keeps talking is downright petty. The addition that Hickey be lashed as a boy is pretty needlessly cruel. And it leads to the moment where Hickey goes from a reactive nuiscance to an active threat. His homoerotic joker origin story. It's a moment where, like the Blanky situation, Crozier creates a future problem for himself.

It's a hard scene to watch (and the performances are incredible), and in that scene, it's kind of easy to see how mistrust of Crozier could breed in this environment. Flogging for an offense is terrible, but it's also expected. Hickey's flogging kind of pushes a lot of boundaries as to what is acceptable punishment or senseless cruelty, and we see different characters struggle with this. Crozier didn't just make an enemy of someone who previously wanted to be on his good side, he also created a martyr. It's just one of those things where nobody could have forseen the consequences down the road.

Don't get me wrong I absolutely love this scene and the way it furthers Crozier and Hickey's respective arcs and their dynamics with each other, but I think we can safely say Crozier acted from a place of malice, and it's just one of a few pretty fucked up things he's done, but we want to brush it off because Hickey is an acceptable target even though what happens to him is objectively pretty terrible.

I heard it said that flogging makes good men bad and bad men worse. There was no way Hickey was gonna come out of this normal, and in that instant, it's like fate was sealed. Crozier would never be able to be anything but a mortal enemy in Hickey's mind after that.

I love that this is a moment when Crozier crosses the line. I love that it seems to be more about taking out his feelings than serving a just punishment. I love the constant glances from Hickey and Fitzjames. And I love that this behavior escalates to Crozier going past the point of no return, leaving Blanky to the mercy of the elements and the Tuunbaq and abandoning Silna, and it's a huge moment of reckoning for him! He doubles back! He realizes he fucked up and he tries to change, and in some ways it's too late, but he still commits himself to changing for the better even if it kills him. Which. The DTs could have very easily killed him. It's just as much of a transformation for Crozier as the flogging was for Hickey.

It's so neat. These two men having these massive transformations involving deep personal suffering, and in Crozier's case, Hickey is a footnote, and in Hickey's case, Crozier is the cruel hand of God.

Or somwthing idk I'm like really sick and the nyquil hit.

Anyway I'm not going to bat for Hickey and saying he was right but I think we need to bear in mind that he's a sewer in the sense that he is the sum total of the society he came from and everything that was put into him- love and hate and betrayal and cruelty and everhrhjngi- and in the end, he is colonialism taken to its logical extreme. He's gonna fight God and then become God because he is Special (and Britain is going to conquer the passage and thus control the world because they have the power of God and anime- I mean uhhh they're doing it for queen and country so they are totally right and correct for trying to exploit a sea route for spice, right 🙄). Except he gets torn apart because nature doesn't give a shit.

Idk. Hickey gradually becomes warped into everything Wrong with the Franklin Expedition from the outset, and Crozier isn't a perfect saint who is right all the time and that's why I love this show. I'm gonna go to sleep now.

#terrorposting #amc the terror #the terror amc #cornelius hickey #francis crozier #somebody insert that iasip meme of charlie in front of the corkboard #i love hickey because he has limitless ambition but is also a huge dumbass and the fact that #his only redeeming quality is that hes in love with a guy who divorced him and he wants to be someones pet so bad #adam nagaitis i am cupping your face begging for your notes #the mans takes are chefs kiss and i like that hickey isnt senselessly evil from the outset hes just a scrapper who #got fucked over too many times and decided to make some bad decisions #and i love crozier because he is flawed!!! hes complicated and messy and hurtful and raw!!! #and his transformation is incredible!!! goddamn!!!

[rawmeknockout]

human reader becomes drinking buddies with tfa scrapper and mixmaster. despite the massive size difference they all go around taking shots while reader talks shit about their shitty job

"And you wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork Sumdac has me doing! If I have to look at another legal letterhead, I think I'll barf." You roll your bloodshot eyes dramatically to the ceiling, drink sloshing onto your clean work trousers. A shitty margarita you made that ended up being mostly tequila because you fucked up the ratios.

Scrapper and Mixmaster curve their large frames over you to be at eye level, two imposing steel structures bending like flowers in the wind. Scrap nurses his first barrel of oil, while Mixmaster is throwing back container after container like the entire Earth is about to run dry. Maybe it is. You're just a desk jockey, whatever catastrophes are about to hit Earth don't faze your dull outlook on life. No use worrying when you can't do anything about it.

Like a giant winged killer of a mech bursting into the hangar, head on a constant swivel as he watches the ground.

"Scrapper, Mixmaster, have you-" Blitzwing stops short, sucking in a breath, before popping his derma out into a thin line, "You have the organic hostage. Out. Just... Milling."

Mix shifts uncomfortably in the following silence, desperate chugging slowed to a quite slurp. You don't dare say a peep of protest, clutching your cold drink in your cupped hands.

"It's-" Scrapper stops for a moment to consider his words, the first time you've ever seen him consider anything, "It's an interrogation?" His optics shift to you for approval and you have to stop yourself from wincing.

#txt #asks #transformers #reader insert #reader imagine #tf animated #transformers animated #mixmaster #scrapper #tfa mixmaster #tfa scrapper #tf mixmaster #tf scrapper

[petitelepus]

Ok just like we discussed in dm, can you write my weird dream with tfa blitzwing and the constructicons finding nude female reader under a wooden building, she could be taking an shower or skinny dipping

"Stop staring at me like I’m some hot soup!" Your words snap the Decepticons out of their wild imagination.

Blitzwing is at war with himself since Hothead wants to deny ever looking at you but he is in denial about his lust. Random wants to dance cha-cha with you, while Icy tries to settle things calmly between him and his other personalities.

A mission that started out hard and became impossible when Icy looked at your luscious hips and felt his strength leave his frame as Hothead takes over and shows you just how hot you are.

Mixmaster and Scrapper are absolutely shameless and drooling after you. They do and WILL catcall you shamelessly and it takes Dirt Boss' shouting to make them act at least somewhat decent towards you.

"C'mon you, idiots, treat the lady with a little respect!" He snaps and he isn't afraid to make the two Constructicons regret their life choices when it comes to disrespecting you.

"The name is Dirt Boss." He says as he kisses your hand and winks at you, "And I'm in charge of these fools."

Good luck getting rid of ANY OF THEM.

#creativesoultheskeletongirl #tfa #transformers animated #transformers #blitzwing #dirt boss #mixmaster #scrapper #constructicons #reader #reader insert #naughty #Enjoy!

[marshmallowloves]

If Dan and Cecil had a kid he would absolutely do this

#I actually sort of had him planned out for a few years now gkshgk #his name is Cedric #and he's a scrapper who wants to be just like his dad #oh that sweet summer child #he doesn't know 😂 #self insert #my art #self ship #ME!Cecil #Sir Daniel #The Waltzing Dead #Cedric

[farejourney]

REPAST – Chapter 1

(manhwas x reader) *will be following the webtoon, which takes in Ancient China.

"Guess it's time to change into a hanfu and pack all my stuff then," they said, putting the key with the pink and white tag onto the counter of the pony wall that was separating the kitchen and the outside while putting the other key back on the key holder on the wall. They went straight to the changing room, which is just the break room with lockers in it, and search for a reconstruction of commoners' hanfu of their favourite colour. Simple and light.

Once they change, back to the kitchen they went and they packed things that seemed important as much as they could inside of a bag of just cloth. "Ah... The food ingredients will spoil once I get there.. oh well, I guess I'll hunt for more in murim.. I should write down a list for that," they murmured when they realise how much of a stock shortage they'll be experiencing on their journey. Thinking positively fast, they wrote down a list of things to hunt for later and also instead pack all the basic necessities for cooking and some ingredients for the other menu into different boxes as well as jars, "I'll just bring salt and pepper... Cauliflower? Maybe that... Mhmn... Ah, I need these too... Two or three jar of hyacinth petals... More of that.. and we're done!" Tying the cloth together tightly and securely, they carry it on their shoulder with one hand. The other hand grab the key from the counter and head over to the entrance, trying to not trip over the hanfu. Inserting the key into the keyhole, turning it to the right which unlocked the door. Then putting the key into the secret pocket, along with money of the era, the ingredients list and a map, to hide it. Opening the door even wider, they glance to the side to see their sword. 'Should I..? No, I'll just beat them up barehanded,' They shook their head at their thought and with that, they exit their restaurant to another world.

Lights blinds them for a moment before the blue sky and tree leaves takes over their vision. Currently standing in the middle of the woods. Taking the map out of their pocket, taking a good look at all the sectors and information written down as well as the list. "Next location is Shaanxi but before that, 'get a jar full of red masrakins and blue sylimes'. Should be easy enough," Putting both the map and list back into their pocket, they close their eyes and focus on their surroundings and use the energy inside of them to locate the ingredients. A pathway of energy connected them to the energy that the masrakins and sylimes radiate. With that, they opened their eyes and took out a metal scrapper and two plastic glass jars. They walk towards a nearby tree and scrapped off the dead skin of it off to reveal red masrakins embedded into the trunk. Gently scrapping it out of the trunk, they spent precious time to finally get a jar full of red masrakins. Now, for the sylimes. Rushing towards another direction that the energy pathway has shown before, they went.

Finally reaching the specific spot, they crouched down and immediately started digging into the dirt. Soon, a bright light started to peak into their sight and they quickly dig even more to get the pieces of sylimes. Once they finally finish digging all the pieces they can find, out they put them all in the other jar. Unfortunately for them, it didn't fully reach the top but they figured they'll try again some other time and place. Gently putting the two jars back into their sack, then pull out a bottle of water to wash off the dirt from their hands. Putting the bottle back into the sack after. Standing up while wiping away the wetness on their hanfu, quickly holding up the sack - they started rushing towards to path to Shaanxi. They already wasted time on trying to find the ingredients, sure it was worth it but right now they have to speed up. In their speedy pace, they still managed to hear the loud scream of someone. They pay no mind or attention to it as it's not important to them right now.

Once they've reached the place, you look around. The streets are full of people, houses and markets. They walked around, looking at all what the markets trying to sell but none of them catches their eye, all of what they sell are not edible - even if they are edible, it doesn't fit into what is needed in their recipes. Still having the, pity or kindness, decency to buy at least a little bit of different ingredients from different markets.

In the middle of the place, they can see a boy with a messy appearance getting panhandling offerings. He looks pathetic, yes but they can see right through him. He isn't innocent as he seems and it's exactly who they're looking for. Fortunately, they didn't have to approach as the boy already approached them. Very brave for a beggar, they thought. He was putting up a pathetic facade and since he has a cute facial appearance, he's capable of doing so. But they know better.

They smile at him but it doesn't reach their eyes. "Are you thirsty, kid?" To which he nodded, he had realised that he doesn't have water amongst the food he has. Smirking, they thought, 'Sure I'll give you something to drink. I may have come here on a 'mission' but that doesn't mean I can't have fun.' They nodded and gesture him to follow them. While the boy is suspicious, he figured that he can still beat them up. They don't look strong to him. The both of them reach a secluded area and they gestured him to sit down with them. Once the both of them did, the boy look in anticipation once the person in front of him put their sack down but does not untie it. Instead, they simply reach inside from an opening - making the boy curious. Before he could peak in to see the inside of the sack however, the person look at him sharply as if they sense what he's trying to do. "Please, would you mind? I need you to close your eyes." It doesn't help the raising suspicion inside him but he did it anyway. If they try anything, he'll just beat them up. The person in front of him saw him close their eyes and they let the smile fall from their face. Sounds of items clanking together was all he heard but he didn't open his eyes. More like, he can't somehow. He can feel his eyes feeling heavy but he's not tired or sleepy. He's confused. Who is this person? Is it weird that he suspects the stranger on doing this?

The said person took out the jar of blue sylimes and took one out. Putting the sylime in their hand while putting back the jar and took out a Boston Shaker. Crushing the blue sylime effortlessly, they put the remains inside the shaker. Then, they grab a box of minpetal and add 4 of it into the shaker with the sylime dust. The cherries on top of this drink, they took out two bottles. One bottle of water and the other is a bottle of egite that looks like the raw egg without the yolk. Pouring half a bottle of water and egite together. 'It would be too cruel to use the higher but definitely more disgusting ingredients, so I'll give him some mercy.' Putting the top back on, they shook the Boston Shaker. After a while, they stopped and pour it into a gourd to avoid questions on where they got a Boston Shaker or what even is a Boston Shaker. After all, they can't reveal their secret just yet. That's way too soon.

The concoction emitted a refreshing minty smell. 'A drink shouldn't emit such smell unless it's medicine,' the boy grow wary. "You can open your eyes now, kid." To which he did. In front of him was their hand holding a gourd to him, 'Alcohol? Are they seriously giving an alcohol to a kid? I'll try to ignore the sound of the 'drink' shaking.' He hesitantly grabbed the bottle and took a sniff. Well, he can now confirm the minty smell so he's wondering if it's medicine but before he could ask them, they stood up hastily. Slinging their sack over their shoulder, they throw him a smile saying, "Well, I better go now. Keep the drink, kid. Bye!" And scurry away after, leaving him in confusion.

"They're so weird..." He said out loud now that the stranger is gone. He turn his gaze back to the bottle in his hand. "Should I drink this..? What if it's poison?" He rationally thought over. He stayed silent for a moment before his body trembles, but not in fear, "...But what if it's actual alcohol?" He laughs under his breath, licking his lips remembering the taste of alcohol in his past life. "Hehehee well there's only one way to find out!" Without hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp. However, he immediately regretted it when he taste it. He spat whatever was left in his mouth back out but unfortunately he managed to drink some. His face turns light green in disgust, "BLEH! What the hell is this?! It's disgusting!" Trying to rub the taste away from his tongue but his efforts are all futile. The taste still lingers on his tongue and he keeps cursing out the stranger from before that gave him the drink. 'That hag! When I see them again, I'll beat them for this!... But wait, something feels different... I feel refreshed for some reason...' His body has never felt so light and refreshed as the purest water. 'Hey.. my dantian feels so much better...' he realises when he figured that out.

"Maybe I'll considering being more merciful if we ever meet again." Then he remembered the taste of the drink, "Maybe not."

#return of the mount hua sect #return of the mount hua sect x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #return of the blossoming blade #x reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #x gn reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #manhwa x reader #manhwas x reader #manhwa #webtoon #webtoon x reader #webtoons x reader #🎐 Repast

[mychlapci]

Idk if it’s too weird but something about manual insemination gets me. I love Hook/Scrapper so imma use them but something about a bag of transfluid dripping down a tube directly into Hook’s gestation chamber, just watching it all go down while Hook until a little bump. Then Scrapper slowly fingering him so all of it gets into chamber and later fucking more of it into him. All to guarantee a little sparkling.

oh man yes, i am down for manual insemination.

Hook not letting some dirty, horny, good-for-nothing put their spike into his valve but he does want to be sparked, and the only person he trusts to insert some strong, potent transfluid into him is Scrapper… mhmmm i like the fantasy of using cold, medical tools, maybe some sort of long prod that Scrapper slowly inserts inside of him, keeping Hook’s legs restrained to the stirrups as the transfluid starts to pour straight into his gestation tank, filling him up until Hook’s belly is bulging out, feeling heavy.

After that, it’s only helpful if Scrapper pushes everything that spilled out back in with his fingers <33

#nothing is too weird on this blog dude #valveplug #pregnancy mention

[depravitymoon]

The Four Darling Temperaments 

Summary: I wanted to write on the different types of self-inserts reaction to dealing with a yandere. I did in MBTI form since that’s always fun. Though, I guess this is more like the 4 Temperament.

Questions to ask: 

Internal feelings: Resistant vs Compliant

Are you motivated to try escaping the situation? 

External temperament: Bold vs Calm 

How do you react to your yandere?

Are you outspoken or quiet about your problems with the yandere’s behavior? 

The Four Main Types

Bold-Resistant: Feisty

A scrapper, always fighting your Yandere. Goes out your way to annoy them and to fight your way out of their clutches. In fandoms where combat is common (be it fantasy, sci-fi, superhero, action thriller, etc), this darling would be one of the combatants. However, your yandere is typically stronger than you are. 

Calm-Resistant: Strategist

This one fights but in a different way. You try to use your intellect to get you out of situations and try to be one step ahead of your yandere. Because you’re calm, you can manipulate your yandere into a false sense of security. This is the most likely of darlings to successfully escape, or escape the longest. Hopefully, your Yandere finds your antics amusing. 

Bold-Compliant: Seductive 

Manipulative, but only to mitigate the awfulness of the situation. You have given up escaping but you can still use your yandere to your advantage. Examples of manipulating the Yandere: negotiating more freedoms, protect your loved ones, killing your enemies, be used to achieve your dreams. You work best with delusional yanderes. 

Calm-Compliant: Submissive

Whether you’re willing, have Stockholm syndrome, or lost hope, you give in. There’s no trick going on with you. You have accepted your place as a darling. Nearly all yanderes see you as the ideal darling, because you do everything a yandere tells you to do. The other types can become submissive (and eventually, they do).

#Yandere #Darling #Yandere MBTI #Darling MBTI #four temperaments #Yandere x Darling #Yandere analysis #Darling analysis

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Tagged by @nsfwitchy who I recall once asking us not to add on to her posts regarding tag games so I will make my own post. I have no problem with people reblogging my stuff (actually makes me quite happy) so don't feel the need to create your own posts or anything.

Rules: Insert a photo that you already have in your gallery that best describes you.

Just a little dog trying to make it through the storms (for reference, this is Paddy and he's afraid of loud noises like Thunder and fireworks; this little scrapper doesn't like me but he hates noises more and couldn't find my mom so he came to me for some comfort, eventually curling into my hip).

I'll tag @the-scarecrxw @persephoneblck @nostalgic90s @selkymaiden (anyone who likes a Gotham Victor Fries post is a friend of mine) and @cannibalgh0st

#tag games #tag game #Pictures #Dogs #cute dog #Friends

[caracello]

OK HALO SELF INSERT..... his name is zoey hes  a scrapper thats experienced in modding any electronics he finds but especially loves messing with any old mjolnir suits

[ok2rb, he/they/she]

#^mjolnir is the name of the type of armor chief wears its the spartan armor #ffor people who are not.halo nerds #art.exe #THE visor also is supposed to be the faceplate from the eod-type armor #just taken out of the helmet and connected to an earpiece so he can conneect to comms and hear cortana. Lore #self insert #finished

[daisychainsandbowties]

1, 4, 7, 8, 9!

1. answered 🥰

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

oh it’s absolutely the way i incorporated ava’s psychometry in chapter 3 of star wars au. almost as though they made that force power to suit my style of writing…

and it just links in so well with ava’s story of loss loss loss loss and the living with it, after it, always reliving it every inch of it every day.

i love that detail and how it waltzes with ava in star wars au (as older, curled up around the scars of a lost generation) letting her touch things and feel, enormously. having these glimpses into the past and ava haunted so loudly by absolutely everything. it really felt so… overwhelming to write her in those chapters and it made that 40k probably the most affecting thing i’ve ever written. and yeah, i’m so proud of it 🥹

7. any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

again, star wars au and incorporating elements of hard sci-fi into it. actually talking about physics- i think star wars can be very disconnected from the fact that so much of it takes place in outer space, in hard vaccum, in that very tenuous grasping life and death sharing breath space.

so i’m really proud of the worldbuilding in chapter 3 and 4 especially. i did a lot of research into canon star wars ships (like, starships) and i made up some new droids and designed most of Bracca (especially the Lucrehulk town) since the prologue of the game doesn’t show you where the scrappers actually live - and that idea of where and how people live in hostile space(s) is thematically so important to me, so i’m terribly proud of the work i’ve done (am doing) in star wars au . sad of it to be so SLOW 😠

8. what song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

i often use songs to help me with the… emotional scaffolding of a fic. for the first chapter of star wars au it was hozier’s “sunlight” and chapter three was “river from the sky” by the weepies. i’ll usually… store the emotion from when i first conceived of a particular plot point inside a song and then listen to it when i need to beat myself over the head with the emotions broom.

so, in a way those chapters are in the shape of songs. like, shrike by hozier and icarus & apollo by ripto are both bealil songs to me. so, god i have a hard time imagining a fic based on the… content of a song? since they’re storage sheds of feeling to me. but oh the psalms one by the mountain goats where they go burn down a church and then sleep in a motel reeking of gasoline and smoke would make a GREAT avalil fic.

9. answered 🥰🥰

#ty storms 🥺 #i can’t stop talking about star wars au 😔😔 now if only i could write the rest of it #anyway 🥰🥰 these were great questions #ask meme #sorry these took so long i forgot i had meetings meetings meetings all day

[palpipeen]

So I'm still on hiatus but I finished this and it's not writing so

Here they is. (This character goes by they/them & he/him pronouns.)

The OG of my Star Wars OCs. My shameless self-insert. My custom-made blorbo.

My big fucking dumbass.

All of my content is for audiences of 18+, minors DNI

So Koryn has been around since like...2009. They've gone through many (MANY) different names, design changes, etc. Used to be a Jedi, scrapped that. Used to be a Padawan that was liberated from their abusive master who then became a smuggler, changed that.

The abusive Jedi is still around, can't wait to unleash him so everyone can hate him.

Koryn is still around, and I adore them. He's an absolute tool sometimes, but hey. That's alright. Someday I'll get into their story, but here's a few tidbits:

Corvys have absolutely no presence in the Force. Koryn is the first one that relocated from the far, FAR Outer Rim (basically Wild Space) to the Center Rim. As a rule Corvys don't interact with Jedi, and Koryn's done a good job of not running into any (despite living on Coruscant.) And then the clone wars happen.

They used to run with a pirate crew when they initially ran away from home. That's how they found his droid.

In theory....they should have been able to grow back that arm and the end of their tail. 83c

NG-1T is the first of ten prototypes that were scrapped by a droid builder many years ago. Initially created to be scrapper-companions, their programming to imitated the behaviors of desert-dwelling avians eventually became a problem. NG-1T is the only intact model (mostly), and that's thanks to Koryn stubbornly refusing to let her die. NG-1T is usually called Nugget.

That's about it, I'll do a more proper intro sometime in the future. Or not! Who knows! Who cares! Just behold my blorbo.

BEHOLD THEM.

Taglist: @seeking-kharis, @thefanficsideblog, @jabbas-lightsaber

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#my art #Koofins Art #Koryn #Star Wars OC #Original Species #Clone Wars OC #smoking cw #Droid OC #Corvys #Hiatus Posting

[violetsgayhouse]

saddest news yknow how i said i was gonna talk abt my inserts more well my secondary blog that this sideblog is attatched to got hit with the wannabe twitter layout curse and even WITH the plugin i got to fix it up it is. virtually unusable to me until they backpedal this shit

with that said follow @tf2shipswag for the upcoming oc polls and vote da scrapper tf2 babey. will still post propaganda but thats abt it

#v posts #not selfship

[captain-ezri-dax]

🖊🖊🖊

OK normally i'd put like 20000 paragraphs of lore for my ocs BUT if i gotta do THREE, its gonna be brief descriptions ok

alright lets start with Tally, one of my star wars babies. Anger Issues incarnate. She was technically a survivor of Order 66, the jedi genocide, but she was so young at the time at like 3 years old, she remembers little to nothing. I don't think kids are usually started in training that young, but even at 3 years old she had anger issues & had to start early.

Her lack of training, the fact she was only in the jedi temple for maybe 2 months & her not really using her powers keeps her safe. She doesn't even have a lightsaber. She lives in an old republic corvette w/ a single clone trooper who's basically her surrogate father, & a crew of droids that she keeps in working order. She basically grew up w/ an old astromech that belonged to her Jedi trainer & loves it more than anything. She & her father make a living as scavengers & scrappers. Also she's still angry a lot & picks fights whenever she's on a planet. She'll break ur arm if ur so much as rude to her

YIPPEE bless doll creator games

ok i think this is gonna get long anyway

ALRIGHT im gonna stick w/ sci-fi bc i never get. to talk about. fuckin Vama Tix, a Star Trek Trill oc.

LOOK at her. I adore her so much. (picrew here btw)

idk how much Star Trek you've watched or lore u know so long story short; Trill are an alien species that evolved alongside another sentient species on their homeworld. Symbionts can be surgically inserted into Trill to become a symbiotic duo, but few are chosen.

Vama spent the first 18 years of her life on Trill (the planet, idk why they called the species and planet the same name) training to be a Host, since it can be taxing. Once they're joined with a Symbiont, they gain all the memories of the Symbiont's previous hosts. Preparing for that & learning to separate your identity takes time. (Ezri Dax from My Username & Profile Picture Fame got the Dax symbiont without training & she has trouble differentiating between herself and other previous host's memories.)

The majority of trainees don't get Symbionts, purely bc there are far less Symbionts than Trill. Vama was pretty far into her training & would've eventually been approved to get a Symbiont eventually, but she didn't want to wait half her life. She left on her 19th birthday & eventually got into petty crime, but nothing violent. She quickly found a talent in starship racing & joins a lot of illegal races. She buys & heavily modifies her own shuttle to race and live in, Like an RV if RVs were also used for racing. She can't afford a fully sized starship but she enjoys her mobile life in her shuttle.

Eventually she got herself caught & arrested by a small starfleet ship. While imprisoned there, another Trill who had a Symbtiont died & Vama volunteered to be the next host to ensure it wouldn't die on the trip back to Trill. After a brief medical check on Trill she used a legal loophole to get out of any prison time. The Symbiont, as a sentient being that can't be un-joined without Vama's death, can't be imprisoned for a crime it wasn't involved in. So Vama went free.

She has a habit of talking to her Symbiont even though she doesn't need to, something she picked up from it's very first host. She doesn't exclusively race in legal races, but she gravitates towards them more even though it doesn't give her quite the same adrenaline rush. She does want to keep Tix, the symbtiont, safe.

i was gonna do Mira next but. all the sims 4 screenshots of her are wickedwhims lmao oops so lets do Dani instead.

she's got the Least lore here, so u get 3 pictures. She's the GF of Charlie, my canon Saints Row character, but isn't a direct part of The Saints themselves. More like an ally.

She does legal work as a security guard after a stint as a cop, which she hated & left before even completing training. These days she works mall security, bar & club security, stuff like that & provides insider info to The Saints about security systems & stuff like that.

Whenever she does join them on a job she'll wear a stolen Idols helmet to keep her identity hidden. In fact she'll wear it whenever she's around a Saint that isn't Charlie & won't use her name around them. She's just not interested in joining in full, but just doesn't care about the places she works at.

BONUS ROUND

look at Abi she's so cute

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Transformers just NOT knowing basic human functions is such a funny trope to me

#this kinda trope usually goes hand in hand when it’s a robot or an alien. In this case it’s essentially both xD so it’s MUCH worse #i usually don’t do self inserts but this idea hit me like last week and I legit had to save it in my drafts xD #i didn’t wanna forget it cuz it was SO funny to me #this is very much inspired by freckleydorks art #cuz their self insert art??? SO valid and so peak #and I love her handwriting sfm. the HEARTS??? oh I HAD to incorporate that here #myart #my art #tfa #transformers animated #tfa scrapper #tfa constructicons #self insert #self portrait #cookiesart #digital art #artists on tumblr #comic #maccadam

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Decepticon For Life, Part 13

The battle is just starting and ending before you even know it.

You watched in horror how Starscream raised your lord Megatron's very own sword in the air, ready to slash your lord down. You tried to reach blindly for your gun, but it was just out of your reach. You cried as Starscream was just about to deliver the killing blow when suddenly, the Headmaster unit flew at him and cut Starscream's helm off!

You stared in shock how the Headmaster gained control over his body and the yellow little bot yelled from his spot on the wall. "I told you he was working with the Decepticons! He just saved Megatron's skin plate!"

"I saved him so I could kick his skin plate myself!" You heard Professor Sumdac's voice come from inside the Headmaster unit. Traitor, your mind shouted. Just as you thought you could trust someone. The professor used Starscream's body and attacked Megatron, but your lord threw the clones holding in place back at him and shot the unit off with one blast from his fusion cannon.

You watched in great joy how Starscream's headless body collapsed on top of its owner's helm. The con cried in pain and shouted orders left and right at his clones. "What are you waiting for!? Destroy Megatron, now!"

The clones, they just stood around their leader. The femme smiled. "Any leader has to be an improvement over you!" 

Your optics widened. They were switching sides. You felt like laughing if your helm wasn't still buzzing. You tried to push yourself up, but your arms gave up under you. You watched how the orange clone kneeled before Megatron and started to sing praises to him. "Oh wise and great Megatron, you've truly proven your vast superiority!"

"I will remain loyal to you forever!" The white clone sang to the original Starscream, only to kick his headless body before joining other clones at Megatron's side. You groaned but your processor was still aching. Despite it, you pushed yourself up and approached your leader. Megatron looked at you and motioned you towards static cuffs.

"Cuff them all. We aren't letting these Autobots ruin my plans to conquer Cybertron."

"Yes my lord." You said before getting the cuffs and snapping them over Optimus Prime's hands. The clones dragged Bulkhead's unconscious and cuffed frame over the leader and threw him on the ground. You didn't have any idea when he was beaten, but it must have been in the middle of the attack. Mixmaster took the Starscream's helm and glued it to the wall beside the yellow Autobot.

Megatron cracked the Headmaster Unit open and grabbed the professor Sumdac from inside. He took the human back to his forcefield cage where he could be no more danger. Then you heard weak noises coming from the bound Autobots and you all surrounded them, you, Megatron, 3 clones and Mixmaster. Just in time as the Autobot leader woke up, only to see how he and his team were defeated.

"How does it feel to be held captive in your own static cuffs, Autobot?" Megatron asked, but the leader bot didn't answer. Just then the leaner Construction emerged from the tunnel, Blitzwing, and Lugnut right behind him.

"Jou, look who I found!" Scrapper laughed as he pointed at the two Decepticon superiors. You smiled at the sight of them, though you had to wonder where they had been. They could have been helpful against the Autobots and clones, but now at least you got the clones on your side. Your leader's side.

"Your fate is sealed now, Autobots. While the Elite Guard forces are occupied with the Decepticon uprising at the rim of the galaxy, I will use this Space Bridge to transport my Decepticons into the heart of the Cybertron and take over the entire Space Bridge network." Megatron explained as he turned to look at the still going Space Bridge.

"Ha! You actually believe that ridiculous plan will-!" Starscream was saying when Mixmaster shot cement over his mouth and silenced him. You smiled at him and elbowed him to the side. "Nice one."

"Eh, dude talks too much." He smiled back at you and you stifled a giggle. Megatron continued his speech. "From there it will be a simple matter to transport all Decepticon forces to a virtually defenseless Cybertron and take over the entire planet. And I have your special Space Bridge expert to thank for it." He said as he pointed at Bulkhead.

"I still don't understand where this expertise came from." Autobot leader asked from his bulky soldier. "I had a lot of time to study Space Bridge schematics on the energon farm. Just had a knack for it, I guess..."

"Duh, well that's great. The one thing you're good at is going to hand the Cybertron to Decepticons." The yellow bot said, but the Bulkhead continued, "Don't get your circuits in a bunch! The Space Bridge is useless without a receiving code and for that Megatron would need to have somebody on Cybertron!"

"Don't you remember anything?" The small yellow bot asked. "The transmission I picked up? Wasp? The Decepticon spy I caught while back in boot camp?"

"You mean the spy WE caught in boot camp, don't you Bumblebee?" Came suddenly a very monotone voice. Your helm snapped up at the TV screens over the control desk and there in other side of the screen stood a con with one single crimson optic.

"How you know my name?" The yellow bot, Bumblebee sounded frightened. The con in screen did something ýou had never seen anyone done. He changed his form and not to a vehicle or jet, but into a whole new bot! "Surely you recognize your old pal Longarm." He asked and Bumblebee's eyes widened in realization.

"So... Wasp wasn't a double agent? Which means...?"

"You sent an innocent bot to Trypticon prison..." Bulkhead said much to Autobots' regret. You had no idea who this Wasp was, but he seemed to have been a scapegoat for Autobots. If you would ever meet him you would make sure to welcome him to Decepticons' side. Betrayed by their own people...? Disgusting. Autobots were disgusting.

"Decepticons! Prepare for our conquest of Cybertron!" Megatron roared and everyone, every single Decepticon roared right before him, everyone ready to take some action towards your better future. You were also crying out a warcry, though, you, Mixmaster and Scrapper looked at each other in confusion.

"Eh, what's a Cybertron?" Scrapper asked and Mixmaster shrugged. "I have no idea, you lost me at 'Your fate is sealed now'."

"I heard it's our rightful home planet so maybe we get to take it from Autobots and use as we please?" You piped in, but you were all still confused. Scrapper added, "Does that mean we get all the oil we want?"

"Oh boy, would that be so good...!" Mixmaster piped in. You grinned in excitement and watched as your lord smirked and walked up to the cuffed Autobots. "But first, we need to test the Space Bridge..." He said as he picked up Autobot leader Optimus Prime with one hand only, "Just in case our Autobot expert decides to sabotage it."

"And I will be waiting for the test subject on this side." The one called Longarm said as he transformed back into his single optic form. "Just in case he didn't sabotage it."

You watched diligently as Megatron walked closer to the Spice Bridge. He pulled his arm hand holding Prime back, but before he could throw him into the giant blue sphere the ground started to shake. At first, you thought it was an earthquake but you saw huge yellow shot being taken at the opening on the ceiling Starscream had blasted open. You were under and attack and your attacker was a yellow and red space ship.

"Mixmaster, Scrapper! Clear the rubble from the Space Bridge!" Megatron ordered and the Constructicon duo transformed and got to work. Your lord looked the rest of you. "Rest of you, attack that Autobot ship!"

You didn't need to be told twice. You hoisted your guns and activated your jets, following your superiors and clones to the battle. You all surrounded the ship, shooting from every angle ever made and taking advantage of the ship being too big to actually dodge your attacks. You were like mosquitoes, flying over a huge piece of bloody flesh, hitting it with every chance you got. It didn't take long before the ship spewed smoke and started to fall on the ground. That was until it transformed into the biggest bot you had ever seen.

You and other cons stopped on your tracks and transformed out of your alt modes and you stood there in the air with your jets. You felt cold oil freeze your joints. That Autobot was HUGE. The yellow bot took one look at you all and his voice boomed like a bomb in an empty room.

"I AM OMEGA SUPREME."

The bot turned his back at you and other cons and started to walk with his huge steps towards the mountain opening. Lugnut sputtered and cursed. "Your size is meaningless compared to the greatness of Megatron!"

"Size...?" The femme clone muttered by herself before smirking. "That's it! Everyone, aim for the legs!" She ordered and everyone did as she told. You, Blitzwing, Lugnut, and other two clones shot your biggest shots at the Omega Supreme's right leg and sure enough, the behemoth came crashing down to his right knee.

Yes, the plan was working! Or so you thought when the giant mech suddenly pushed himself up through a great struggle and opened his hidden weapons compartments. Your optics widened in shock and he shot everything he had. The cons and clones managed to dodge them expect for the femme but she stood her ground.

"Oh, great and mighty Autobot," Starscream's orange suck up clone approached Omega Supreme. "It is an honor to merely bask in your majestic- BRYAH!" The giant Autobot was merciless as he smacked the clone down like he was a mere fly. The white clone who you had learned to address as a liar flew to Autobot's leg and yelled. "Hey, look! Your stabilizing servo is unbolted!" and just then he was kicked into oblivion.

You watched in horror how one by one he took care of you cons. Blitzwing was furious if you were to believe his Hothead nature taking over and charging his flamethrowers at Omega Supreme's face.

"You overgrown Autobot! I will scramble your circuits so badly you will need GPS scanner to find your-!" He didn't get to finish as the giant Autobot headbutted him and your superior went flying out of your sight. Lugnut shot his explosive fists at the bot but his helm twirled around revealing a fusion cannon that he used to blow up Lugnut and his weapons. It was you and the femme clone against the Autobot.

"Any other great ideas!?" You shouted and the femme snarled back at you. "Just keep shooting!"

You were doing it without her even telling you to and other clones joined you but then the Omega Supreme loaded his biggest shot and it hit you head-on. You cried out as your jets shut down and you went hurling into the forests and hit your helm pretty hard on your way back down.

You groaned in pain, the ache in your joints overpowering your will to get up again, but the greatest pain came from your helm. That's when you finally blacked out for good.

'You stood there in the middle of the row of students who wore similar black cape and hat as you. You were so excited you completely shut down the principal's speech of how great your generator would be to society. As soon as you got the permission, hats went flying and you all rushed to meet your family who had came to witness your graduation. You run straight to your mother who was watching and filming the whole thing like a doting parent would.

"Did you see mom? I actually graduated!" You cried out happily and looked around. The smile on your face dropped as you looked at your mother. She smiled sympathetically and shook her head. "Your father wanted to come but you know how it is with him. His work is important and-"

"-Work comes over family... Yeah, I know." You slumped but the diploma in your hand reminded you. Your studies were over. Your Hell had ended. You were free and you could do whatever you wanted! This idea brought you joy and the endless possibilities were there before you. You could finally get a job and move out from your parent's house. You had saved a nice little sum of money by living with them through your studies so you could now move out.

"Mom, I want to move out." You blurted and your mother blinked. "Honey, already? You know you can live with us until you get your feet under you."

"No mom, I'm ready."

"You need a job!"

"I'll find one!"

Your mother scowled and rubbed her temple. "If you really want, I think your aunt might be able to get you a job at the office."

"Really?" You sounded so hopeful. Your mother smiled and nodded. "Yes, but it's not an easy job. Mister Perry insists that all his workers have clean papers."

You grinned, "Mom when you last time caught me drinking?"

Your mother blinked like an owl. "Have you-!?"

"No, I actually haven't!" You laughed, "But you thought so!"

"You little rascal." Your mother shook her head as she placed her hand over your back and insisted that you follow her. "Let's go get you some cake! You if anyone has earned it!"

BBBZzzzZZZZ

It was war, ruthless and unforgiving and it didn't take any prisoners. You shot through the explosions and the dark clouds they raised as you located your target. An Autobot soldier, high ranking and very much needed in order to defeat approaching Decepticon forces. Your frame worked on its own, instincts that the Autobot scientists had implanted on you taking over the common sense that would scream at you for being in the middle of the firefight.

You arrived to the soldier they ordered you to save and you saw another bot there. A medic by her red and white paint job. She looked glad to see you. "You're just in time! He doesn't have much time...!"

Red Alert, your mind offered you. You took in the sight of her. Energon stained her hands and you watched the source of it, the Autobot you were sent to save bleeding heavily. You looked at Red Alert and nodded at her. "Mission confirmed. Starting the program Second Chance."

"Wonderful! Now I must go, I'm needed elsewhere...!" She said and transformed, taking off so fast that her wheels left marks on the ground. You turned to look at the bot before you and kneeled next to him... Until you suddenly felt pain flare on your side and you went down like a computer that was corrupted by a hardcore virus. Your vision fizzed and serious of ones and zeros flashed through your optics.

You registered the pained cries of the bot you were supposed to save but someone else picked you up. They had a large frame, easily picking you up and taking you with them. As your optics fizzled into darkness you just thought about your mission you were assigned to.

BBBZzzzZZZZ

Mother had gotten you a job in one of the biggest law firms in Detroit. It was an okay job at first, the boss, mister Perry was a kind man... For the first 3 days, you spent there as his secretary. After that, you were just his slave and stress doll to pinch with needless and twist in fury. Only his needles were cruel jabs at you and your dedication and studies and punches were mean names he would call you with.

No one stood up for him. No one would help you without becoming his next target. You were all alone... And because of that selfish bastard you went out that day and were captured by this evil con...! Because of him, you were fried like an ant under the magnifying glass...

BBBZzzzZZZZ

You couldn't see, couldn't feel. Only hear. You heard your captors talking. They were talking about you. They called you a traitor for the Decepticon cause. Called you a dirty Autobot. You wanted to scream. NO! It wasn't you! You just wanted to be free...

"Put her in a deep freeze. Let her be your war trophy."

And that's the last thing you remember before you blacked our for good...'

You jolted awake, your whole frame tense and ready for any oncoming attack, arms up and guns ready. You panted in cold oil. You remembered. You weren't a con or Autobot. You were human. No, not anymore. Now you were a part machine. You were a victim... Everybody took advantage of you and now you were alone... But you could still seek justice...!

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