Paper Kraken vs Origami Pirates

Paper Kraken

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Thank you all!Since i’m forever broke, all i can do for you is to draw a picture. Rules-You have to be my follower-Open askbox-Like or/and reblog (all reblogs count only once) - two entries maxPrizeI’ll draw you one pic with up to three transformers characters of your choice (but not OCs) or Daft Punk (as robots). Pic can be as gay as you wish, but sfw.
Giveaway ends 28th April.


Thank you all!
Since i’m forever broke, all i can do for you is to draw a picture.

-You have to be my follower
-Open askbox
-Like or/and reblog (all reblogs count only once) - two entries max

I’ll draw you one pic with up to three transformers characters of your choice (but not OCs) or Daft Punk (as robots). Pic can be as gay as you wish, but sfw.

Giveaway ends 28th April.

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allthefandomz asked: Fulcrum has been secretly giving Grimlock half of his rations- Grim's a much bigger bot who needs a lot more fuel to stay functional- but doesn't quite think his idea through. Eventually Fulcrum falls ill due to continuous malnutrition and the truth comes out. Cue lots of scolding by the others (especially Grimlock!).

I’m only… several months late answering this. >_>


Fulcrum noticed Grimlock growing more lethargic over time, reacting slower and constantly looking halfway to stasis from lack of fuel. His spark pulsed sadly and though they couldn’t up Grimlock’s rations, there just wasn’t enough for that, he *could* share some of his own. After all, his frame was much smaller, and without the excess energy needed for an active alt mode, he could spare it. So each time he went to grab their rations, he gave half to Grimlock, drinking the rest of his own so the other mech wouldn’t notice him coming back each time with only a quarter of a cube.  

And for a while it worked great. Grimlock was still under-fueled, but he was more aware and active, and Fulcrum shunted the usual fuel level warning in his own tanks without bothering to look at them. They all got them. There was supposed to be a big battle site on their course and soon they’d have enough to go around again. And who could blame him for recharging more than usual, what with the big, handsy, personal furnace of a mech Grimlock made as a berthmate? 

Apart from Grimlock’s occasional studying stare or concerned noises at his optics dimming randomly, no one really noticed. Not until an prank from Misfire actually managed to work up his temper enough for a yelling match. Fulcrum remembered stomping forward, yelling over Misfire’s teasing, about to jab a finger against his chest when his systems suddenly forced him into an emergency shut-down and he collapsed to the floor in a limp heap.

He woke up in the supply closet they’d cleared out and shoved a bench into as an excusable form of a medbay. When his optics came back online he had just enough time to register Spinster glaring down at him before there was a hard slap the side of his head. “Ow!” 

“Idiot. You starved yourself and went into emergency shut-down. Are you wasting rations?” Spinster had that paranoid look in his narrowed optics and Fulcrum was quick to hold up his hands and try to talk his way out of being shot.

“No! I promise! I just, I figured I didn’t need as much as the bigger mechs. I didn’t realize…” 

Spinster snorted and rolled his optics. “I measure those rations myself. Portioned for best fuel efficiency according to your frame. You’re an idiot. I should shoot you for being so dumb.”

Fulcrum glanced around to make sure Spinster’s guns were in fact, not in his hands at the moment. “Sorry, I didn’t realize. Grimlock wasn’t looking good so I shared mine with him.” 

There was a growl from behind Spinster and Grimlock appeared, glaring over Spinster’s shoulder. “No more sharing! Me Grimlock fine, just tired. Bomb need to fuel properly.”

Fulcrum hesitated and Grimlock glared harder. “Promise.” 

With a sigh, Fulcrum slumped back against the makeshift berth and nodded. “Alright, I promise. No more sharing, but Grimlock really wasn’t doing well. He burns through more fuel than the rest of us.”

Spinster gave him another look, then glanced at Grimlock critically and shrugged. “I’ll talk to Krok. Even better if Misfire could collect more instead of tasting it all.” 

There was an indignant shoult a little further down the hall and Fulcrum chuckled, sitting up once Spinster motioned for him to and as soon as he slid to his feet he was scooped up by an anxious Grimlock. “Feel better now?”

“Much, much better, Grimlock.” Fulcrum smiled, leaning up to brush their forehelms together. Grimlock rumbled a happy little sound and  set Fulcrum back on his pedes. 

“No more sharing fuel.”

Fulcrum smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “No more sharing. Unless it’s absolutely necessary. I swear.” 

Grimlock nodded and nudged Fulcrum down the hall. “Good. Now come show Grimlock how to play game. Misfire cheating again.”

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Anonymous asked: POV

This takes place right as Swoop returns from the mission in this fic I recently finished!


Ultra Magnus waved Swoop in, gritting his denta against an ingrained need to protest the trail of rust dust the mech brought in with him. He couldn’t fault the soldier for his rush, and he supposed he should be grateful Swoop was the most sociable of the Dinobots and actually took the time to give his report before heading to his quarters.

Listening closely as Swoop rattled off a summary of his mission along with what information he’d collected and the slim data stick containing the details. Ultra Magnus Took it with a nod and placed it on his desk to look over in a moment. For right now, he ran a critical optic over Swoop, who stood as defiantly proud as always, yet there was a definite air of tense exhaustion. “When was your last recharge, soldier?”

Swoop shuttered his optics in one flash of motion, looking a bit startled at the question, it was not part of Ultra Magnus’ usual post-mission inquiries. “Uh, when I left.”

Ultra Magnus ignored the lack of titles, it was something common among the Dinobots, the only one they bothered it with was Grimlock and even then it was a casual ‘boss’ thrown in occasionally. The fact that they behaved well enough under his command was enough for Ultra Magnus not to press that fairly minor issue. “You ran a mission two decacycles long, much of it spent flying in extreme conditions, without recharge?”

Optics narrowed now, Swoop shrugged, mouth pressed in a tight line. “Yeah. My info is all good, don’t worry about that, I’ve gone longer without recharge. Learned a few tricks like putting partial systems on standby to rest instead. Why do you care?”

The shift in the way most mechs viewed the Dinobots had clearly effected them, and Ultra Magnus had done what he could to minimize the gossip but he could not control what was said while he was gone. Too many thought the Dinobots were more beast than mech now, a foolish thing to believe, but he supposed their already… rough personalities didn’t help the impression. It was disheartening to see them ostracized by the other troop though. “That is not what I was trying to imply. Though I would be interested in learning that technique to share with those on missions where recharge is a dangerous luxury. We’re done here, go get some rest. I believe Grimlock’s shift ended a few breems ago.”

Swoop gave him a long, hard stare, then nodded. “It’s easy enough with practice, I’ll show it to you sometime.” He turned to leave but pause at the door, speaking over his shoulder before he left. “You ain’t half bad, Magnus.”

 Ultra Magnus felt a bloom of satisfaction, a connection, though weak, had been made, and considering the Dinobots, it was an accomplishment to make note of.

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no excuses writing meme, askbox version


(Nicked from iambickilometer):

drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing

  • FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project
  • LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project
  • NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
  • [insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project
  • THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it
  • BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
  • POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

I’ve got about ten stories going at once, so each one could be a surprise!

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I don’t give a fuck how “bad” your oc’s design is. I don’t care if the colours are bright or they have a lot of accessories or they’re a demon queen vampire werewolf horse who is dating legolas. you had fun making them and that fun was entirely harmless, self-indulgent and creative and thats great

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I got dressed in my traditional Indian regalia, but there was a man, he was the producer of the whole show. He took that speech away from me and he warned me very sternly. “I’ll give you 60 seconds or less. And if you go over that 60 seconds, I’ll have you arrested. I’ll have you put in handcuffs.”

- Sacheen Littlefeather in Reel Injun (2009), dir. Neil Diamond.

They were MAD, CONFUSED AND PRESSED that Marlon Brando would betray White Supremacy in this way.

To this very day, they are TWISTED over this.

And when Littlefeather got up there and READ THEM FOR FILTH, they GAGGED. For eons.

So I imagine there are people like me out there who’ve never even heard of Marlon Brando and are extremely confused over why this is important.

Marlon Brando was the Don in The Godfather, and in 1973, he was nominated for and won an Academy Award for it. However, he was also a huge Natives rights activist, and boycotted the ceremony because he felt that Hollywood’s depictions of Native Americans in the media led to the Wounded Knee Incident (which I was always taught as “the second massacre at Wounded Knee” but apparently that’s not the real name). He sent Sacheen Littlefeather, an Apache Native rights activist, in his stead. Wikipedia’s article on her explains the rest:

Brando had written a 15-page speech for Littlefeather to give at the ceremony, but when the producer met her backstage he threatened to physically remove her or have her arrested if she spoke on stage for more than 60 seconds.[5] Her on-stage comments were therefore improvised. She then went backstage and read the entire speech to the press. In his autobiography My Word is My BondRoger Moore (who presented the award) claims he took the Oscar home with him and kept it in his possession until it was collected by an armed guard sent by the Academy.

That is what this gifset is about.

You have GOT to read up on this. The Wounded Knee Incident, Marlon Brando and Sacheen Littlefeather, Anna Mae Aquash. ALL OF IT. 

Two other points that were made in Reel Injun:

1) many, many folk kept denying that Littlefeather was native, and consistently reported that she was a white actress dressed in native garb; and

2) John Wayne was so livid about her speech that she afraid of him. (Reel Injun also has a lot to say about how John Wayne’s films legitimized violence against Native Americans).

(Source: feu-follet, via megrimlockking13)

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