#Forge!Creator don't mess around

[just-a-new-gi-writer]

"Creator Reforged" is (chef's kiss) concise and yet Exactly What It Says On The Tin lmao, big brain! Poor Sucrose in Ch7 tho: she must be traumatised too, for lack of better description.

Oh oh! May I send an ask for the Follower Special? How would the acolytes react to a creator who crochets/knits/sews them various clothes and accessories? I feel like Childe would appreciate (and definitely smugly show off) any scarves or coats you make him lmao??? Liyue has nobles and society stuff, so maybe when Ningguang or the other Qixing wear trinkets/shawls that the Creator made, there'd be similar clothes in fashion? Inazuma and Sumeru seem pretty big on textiles (Silk, Cotton, maybe Wool/Fur?) so would they be smug at their textiles being featured in some of the creator's works??

Also, just a last thing: your writing style ABSOLUTELY gives off shounen light novel vibes. It's honestly perfect for Genshin, imo.

Yeah, no one in that situation is really in their best mind at that point. Albedo, Sucrose, and the reader are all likely not thinking straight. (Hopefully going to get back to work on it soon...)

And thank you for the compliment! I'm honestly not all that familiar with shounen light novels, but I hope that the eldritch/weird moments that undergird party of my writing don't distract too hard.

A/N: Getting back on the wagon. ...And I let myself stray to an adjacent yet (in my opinion) equally interesting version of the Creator. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.7k

CW: None?

Masterpost

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The night in Liyue was young. Though the furthest edge of the sky still wore the faintest remnant of the day’s glory, the rest of the sky glammered with pearlescent stars, crowned with a nearly full moon, and bounded in the north where an azure comet tugged at the sky as it fell.

Far below these celestial sights, the opulent city of Liyue slumbered, nestled between its towering mountains and perched beside the tranquil sea. Uncountable lanterns burned quiet and low, illuminating the streets just enough so the guards could patrol yet low enough to allow the citizens to rest.

Though the thousand hands of the industrious city lay low, not all of the city was asleep. In the city’s main hall, where the highest matters of state and commerce were conducted by words and contracts, through coins and goods, by bribes and threats, different kinds of activity were taking place. Heads of states, merchants, nobles, and the like from nearby Sumeru, Inazuma, Fontaine, and a few from even further afield, met and socialized with each other. They forged and renewed acquaintanceships, sought new avenues of commerce and trade, discussed and reviewed new discoveries and theories.

The event there was in full swing. Chandeliers with ornate carvings in Cor Lapis diffused amber light across the whole room. People clustered around the room, conversations flowing as freely as the drinks. The front of the hall was dominated by a stained glass relief of the Creator, The Forge of Days. Though no light filtered in through the myriad colors, the veiled image of Her figure seemed to glow with its own glorious light.

Gathered at the front of the room were piles of gifts and offerings. In years past, they would have been iron and copper, silver and gold, crystals with shimmering hues and gems with an unfathomably deep color.

But recently, their Creator had undergone a change of hobbies. The hands of The Forge rarely sat idle, but the items She created would change with her interests. For months, Her hammer and tongs sat idle, Her billows quiet, and Her fires cold. She’d found a new craft to occupy Her hands for a while, and the people followed Her whims.

A different bounty had been gathered tonight at her feet: bolts of cloth in all kinds of dyes and textures, spools of thread in every color imaginable, skeins of yarn that seemed to glimmer with gold spun into their material. These, the people hoped, would gather Her attention and affection enough to be worthy of receiving a gift from Her in turn. Though She chafed at formalities and ceremonies, these She would bear to see Her creations given.

Tonight, there was no shortage of people gathered to show off the artifacts that She had personally forged, crafted, or spun and then given so generously. It was hard to miss the heads of state and important nobles- Ningguang was garbed with plenty of jewelry of gold and amber and topaz. Keqing kept at her side, displayed prominently, a sword forged of impossibly sharp steel and inlaid with awe-inspiring arrangements of Inazuman amethyst.

Few were arrayed so brilliantly as them, but one person stood taller and prouder than both. In the middle of a group of weary and exasperated onlookers, a peculiar Snezhnyy man bragged about and paraded off his new gift. Tartaglia was not much loved by the people of Liyue- connections to the Fatui tended to do that- but showing off the new turquoise scarf generously pooled around his shoulders, studded with constellations of pearl stars, strained the patience of most.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Afong?” Tartaglia chided a merchant who finally had enough of him and tried to leave, “Can’t stand the sight of someone who has one of Her new styles? What do you have, just a tarnished, old bracelet? I think She’d be embarrassed to see that old thing in public! It’s probably for the best that She tosses that dull thing back into the furnace and starts over from scratch.”

A small, timid voice came up behind him, “Tartaglia, isn’t that enough?” He spun on his heel to see who spoke up, the half-adeptus Ganyu. She was carrying a tray of food in her arms which clearly had a wide selection. “You’re going too far with what you’re saying.”

“Listen, Цилинь,” Childe plucked one of the morsels from her tray, something skewered on a wooden pick, “talk to me when Her Grace decides to visit you with something noteworthy. I can tell,” he gestured down to the arm he could see, “that She gave you some pity. I remember hearing about that meager ring She made, Her last product before turning her sights to Her new craft.” He eyed the ring set with an aquamarine gem, then slid his gaze to what sat on her wrist. “But I didn’t hear about that.”

A dainty, delicate work of lace lay barely hidden under her sleeve, like a fine layer of ice had been worked around her wrist. While many would merely overlook it, it contained many curious details the likes of which would only be seen with Her handiwork- notably, the centerpiece of it was a recreation of Ganyu’s vision- frame, cryo symbol, even the subtle cracks and chips were represented through Her handiwork.

“The Forge of Days generously gifted it to me.”

“An early work of hers, probably. Most likely, she made it to familiarize herself with the craft, getting the early failures out of her system.”

“Did Her Diligence make a single weapon for you?”

There was a momentary flash of anger on his face- the first anyone had seen that night. It was quickly gone, but Ganyu had turned and left before she could notice. She heard another conversation haltingly spin up as she walked away, before fading into the noises of the party.

Ganyu left the party, following a familiar path of hallways as the sounds behind her began to become muddled and indistinct under the weight of their echoes. She turned a few corners, passing various shrines placed to honor and venerate the Adepti, mostly, but also the other benevolent beings who shared the region with the city and who helped guide its people in the past. Designed to impress and show off Liyue’s splendor like the main hall, there was little expense spared for these collections as well.

She slowed, then came to a stop. She was nearly on the other side of the building from the main hall, and her surroundings looked like it. This space was dominated by a large door formed of wood and metal, something that looked more at home in the industrial sections of the city, not here among the shrines. The walls and floor here were dirty- darkened soot seemed to almost grow on any available surface and the air was thick with the smell of earth and fire.

To a place built to celebrate the divine and the supernatural beasts that crowned this corner of the earth, this seemed wildly out of place. But Ganyu, among other important people in Liyue’s governing bodies, knew the truth of this location.

Ganyu balanced her tray on one hand and reached out to one of the enormous door handles. It took a bit of force, but the doors began gliding open, ethereally and unearthly quiet. She passed through the doors and began descending the stairs below, each one decorated with a different pattern of golden crystals that glowed in a circle around anyone walking down them. To Ganyu, it looked like the steps were being cast from the darkness just steps ahead of her as she descended. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard the doors behind her gently close by themselves, a soft but unmistakable noise through the space she just entered.

And what a space it was.

Lit by larger clusters embedded in the walls, not too dissimilar to those on the stairs, the room was a crafter’s dream. Uncountable machines of industry filled the space, of every type and make, most repaired by hand after their user damaged them from overuse or overapplication of force. They were distributed about the room by trade- over there sat the forge, its bellows quiet and the stockpiles of coal, iron, silver, gold, and countless other metals full and ready; there rested every tool one needed to hew art and purpose from any stock of lumber one chose; there rested 

And through the middle of it all, and under the low dais in the center, ran a stream, to quench and cool the products of the forge, to supply the (currently disengaged) mechanisms with power.

And sitting there on that dais, bathed in light from a ring of crystals suspended over Her head, surrounded by an impressive array of tools and stock of materials all at Her fingertips, the Creator moved with impressive speed. Her hands flew from one movement to the next, a blindingly fast dance between Her fingers, the tools, and the dress that She was weaving on the mannequin in front of Her.

Ganyu set the tray down on a nearby table that wasn’t totally overrun with supplies and materials, pushing a few bolts of cloth out of the way. She carefully stepped through a field of bobbins, careful not to upset or step on any. As she approached the Creator, she wondered if She had actually noticed her. “Pardon?” She tried to get Her attention, stretching a hand out to Her shoulder. “Burning Forge–?”

The Forge of Days suddenly snapped out of the way, Her head whirling around to glare at Ganyu, Her eyes burning a brilliant yellow-white from the focus on Her activity. Her glare was uncomforting on the best of days, but when She wielded it like this, Ganyu could almost feel the heat of the forge pouring on, through, and around her. She could feel some of her hair begin to singe.

Ganyu took a step back, covering her face. “M-My apologies! Ningguang only wanted me to check on You!” The heat began to bleed away from her, quickly dropping to a simmering heat. When Ganyu risked a glance, she found Her back at Her craft, continuing to weave like She hadn’t been interrupted. “I wanted to check in on you as well. I know it’s quiet down here, and I know you don’t like crowds–”

Her Industriousness made a noise of frustration as she pulled the last of the yarn taut. She spun in place, planting the hook in the dress, then grabbed a plain knife and walking (at a speed that should have been called running) over to a spinning wheel. She began gathering up Her hair in large handfuls, then cutting them off with quick, clean cuts of the knife.

As quickly as She had turned away from Ganyu, the heat had faded away; only the memory of the warmth remained. Ganyu winced to see Her shear so much of Her hair off so carelessly, but she knew there was a method behind Her actions. As She stopped in front of the spinning wheel, She set the knife aside and began turning the spinning wheel, arcs of magical light started being cast from it as it spun faster and faster. When the arcs began to connect into circles, She fed Her hairs into it one at a time, and began winding the resulting golden thread around an empty bobbin.

Ganyu took the moment to look the dress over now that the Weaver of Fates was away from it. The beautiful garment looked like it was painstakingly constructed- the various materials made it look like it was spun from the condensed light that shimmered over Liyue harbor every morning, the angles and sections of construction chosen to mesh with each other so seamlessly. With how She had woven it all together, it felt like the dress was creating itself, like it was destined to simply be.

Thinking back to the excruciating minutiae of measurements that She had made of her body (after she found the demand from her Creator carved on a slab of iron which was unceremoniously deposited on her working desk…), part of her hoped that it would turn out this beautiful.

As she looked back at the spinning wheel, she caught The Forge feeding the last of her liberated hairs into the wheel and loading the last of the thread onto an overloaded bobbin. She snapped it up in one hand and turned back to the mannequin to continue her work.

It was now or never. Her Industriousness hated being interrupted.

“Your Grace?” Ganyu started speaking before She could set down the bobbin. “I was just thinking about you. I know you don’t like social events, and they’d prepared so much for the party- I thought you’d appreciate me bringing you a sample of what they had.” Ganyu began talking faster as she started threading the needle. “I-I made sure to grab some of your favorites as well, and I wanted to…”

She eventually stopped herself. If Her Unending Warmth wasn’t interested in something, it was basically guaranteed to be a futile struggle to get Her to cooperate. None in all Teyvat could match Her strength and endurance, let alone Her abject stubbornness.

Ganyu turned to leave. “I… I should go. I should see if they need me upstairs again. I’ll–” She barely took a few steps before suddenly being stopped. Turning around, she saw that the Creator had lunged towards her to grab on to her, Her incredibly strong and calloused grip, able to crush stone and deform iron, gently but firmly wrapped around her arm.

She looked up and saw The Forge’s face, one that was so used to its grim and steadfast glare that its current one, creased with worry, almost looked unfamiliar. The light in Her eyes was still bright, but had cooled to an orange glow.

“…Stay.”

The single word croaked from Her throat, gravely and unclear from disuse. It was incredibly rare for Her to speak- it was said that lifetimes could come and go without her making so much as a single utterance.

“–! …Alright, I’ll stay here with you.”

Her Grace let go of her breath and the room seemed to warm. She released Her grip on Ganyu, who slipped off to find two chairs that could easily be decluttered and dragged over to the table.

“…For all the work Your Industriousness does, I’m surprised You don’t do more to keep things tidy down here.” She moved an armful of cloth up onto a table, where it likely would be a hazard later on. “But I’m sure no one complains because they just like it when You make things on time.” She struggled to maneuver herself and the chairs around all the other clutter, but Her Grace managed to move through it with surprising, well, grace.

“There.” Ganyu set the two chairs down and it wasn’t long after She sat that She popped the lid off the tray and grabbed two different treats, offering the smaller one to her. She gave Her a light punch on the shoulder (that likely only hurt herself) then accepted it. After She started biting into the delicacy, Ganyu saw the light in Her eyes had dimmed further into a reddish glow, the natural steel gray beginning to show through near Her pupils.

The Forge labored many long hours to hone Her craft and produce all kinds of goods. Ganyu figured it was best to let Her rest for a while.

#sagau #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #ask response #I'm back baby #hopefully #Forge!Creator don't mess around

[ccrisntok]

TW// Blood, Implied Death, Suicidal thoughts/actions, Violence, Homophobia, Mentions of SA (Basically all the stuff that happens it Heathers: The Musical.)

this is really long and you kind of have to know the plot of Heathers to understand it. Major spoilers for DRDT and Heathers btw

Ayoo, I'm here with some doodles and basic story outlines based off of @another-danganronpa-fan's DRDT + Heathers au! I took some like, creative liberties I guess. Didn't really change things at all, but added a lot of things! Sorry if I messed with your au a bit too much haha. (Also this is probably not the only doodles I'll make about this au it has snatched my brain.)

I'll explain some stuff along the way.

Xander as Veronica! (He still has his eye, its just sensitive to light and a different color). I feel like you could switch Xander and Teruko and the au would still work, but as the creator of the au explained, Xander just *barely* makes more sense as Veronica. He's more optimistic than Teruko is, and more willing to trust others. Also, David is a Heather in this au, so it makes sense that Xander would idolize them. Also also, we see canonically that Xander hates murder, but will do it if he really thinks it's necessary. I don't think he would kill people in this au on purpose though, and still feel as bad, if not worse about it than Veronica does.

Teruko as JD: Pretty obvious. Troubled family past, prone to violence if necessary, extremely distrustful of others? i don't really know if her luck would be a factor in this au, but if it was, it would probably explain why her life is so messed up. She'd kill some bitches.

Arturo as Heather Chandler. I feel like he's the only person in the cast who would be a big enough dick to be Heather C, and his obsession with beauty could be a factor of why he treats everyone like minions instead of people. He would probably die the same way, and for the same reasons as Heather C. Poisoned after making Xander and Teruko mad. His red ribbon... tie, thing would be the "red scrunchy" of this au.

David as Heather Duke: Yeah. Like, I feel like he fits her to a tee. After Art dies, he takes place as the leading Heather, and becomes a total asshole (probably similar to his breakdown in cannon). Also, since Arei is Heather Mac, it would make sense for him to try and force her into suicide, since that's what he insists he does in cannon. He may give Xander some hair-clips as a show of friendship.

Arei as Heather Mac: This one seems weird at first, but this Arei is in the middle of her redemption arch (for reasons that will be explained later). She's more snarky than cannon Mac, but also is going through a lot of mental turmoil. I'd say her sisters are still around. and her home life is pretty terrible, so she relishes in the power being a Heather gave her. Until she meets Eden, and realizes how little being powerful in high school matters.

Eden as: Martha! I made quite a few changes to her character, because her being in love with the Ram of this au wouldn't have worked. So I made her in love with Arei. Obviously, in cannon Heathers, Veronica helps forge a love confession to make a fool out of Martha, and I feel like Xander would be pressured to do the same thing. In doing this, he could also end up outing her publicly, admittedly probably not thinking about that as a factor (can you tell this part of the au is where I'm most passionate hflkas).

I feel like Xander wouldn't have bad intentions with outing Eden, but he still does it accidently, probably being like "THERES MORE GIRLS IN THE SEA BESTIE, FIND A BETTER ONE" in a crowed room while wasted.

I also feel like these feelings would be ACTUALLY mutual, unlike Martha's feelings for Ram. I added this in because I just don't think Arei and Arturo would be very close, or "Ram and Kurt", but seeing Eden's recent public humiliation added to her "friends" deaths might push her over the edge. It also would give her a reason to soften up, and fit the Heather Mac role.

Also, hearing about Arei's suicide attempt could also influence to Eden's suicide attempt later, since she doesn't really care about the other people's deaths in this au.

now to my least favorites...

...Ace as Ram, and Levi as Kurt. Hu as Mrs. Fleming makes total sense and I support that wholeheartedly, but Levi and Ace.... are kinda the only ppl who could fit the roles so 💀

I made quite a few changes to these two, the huge, major one being they don't try and SA Xander. There was no way in hell I was making them rapists, in any way shape or form. They're still pieces of shit, just not in that way (fuck Ram and Kurt in actual Heathers frfr I HATE those men oh my god JD was so based.)

Now, Ace and Levi are most definitely still jocks, and bullies. Ace would probably more of a harasser, while Levi is the one beating people up. As mentioned in my little doodle, Ace is only popular bc he "plays sports", rides horses I guess, and is rich, and Levi hangs out with him for only those reasons. Also probably a little gay idk

Instead of trying to SA Xander and lie about him sleeping with them, in this au Ace and Levi lie about Xander beating up Ace for no reason.

Levi is actually the one who beat up Ace, and idk, either Ace lies about it out of spite to Xander, or just doesn't remember and assumes its Xander. I'd say the remaining Heathers, Ace, Levi and Xander get super drunk in the woods or something (idk why Xander would be invited or show up but why not) and Ace said some dumb shit and got beaten up.

This gives both Teruko (for beating their asses before) AND Xander a violent rep, and Xander hates that, so he's pretty pissed. I'd say Xander would challenge them to a real fight, Teruko would bring the fake (very, very real) gun, and hilarity ensues (Ace and Levi get shot.)

Since Xander thought this was a harmless prank, he's pretty traumatized ofc

Then ofc, Teruko and Xander forge a suicide note. It would probably be like "oh yeah we were gay or whatever but levi beat me up so i killed him then myself."

ofc Xander is haunted by the ghosties he murdered <3

uhhh I haven't drawn the saddest parts of the au yet so get ready for a part 2 😈😈😈 which will also prob include better refs.

this was so long omg I'm sorry. this is gonna take tons of tags djssfklafhdls

#drdt #drdt fanart #xander matthews #teruko tawaki #drdt spoilers #heathers #ace markey #levi fontana #arturo giles #david cheim #arei nageishi #eden tobisa #i spent way to long on this #help

[crying-fantasies]

Terraformers AU: Basic 3

Masterlist

When a Terraformer is forged more times than not they have a gray or white color on their derma, the armor is soft and can be scratched easily, even leak if in contact with harsh surfaces.

This is a constant worry from the cybertronian creators mostly given they have more problems with this aspect of the sparkling, don't even mention the ones who have sharp end digits.

"How can they be so soft?", "The protoform doesn't dent but bleeds!", "It has been almost 5 stellar cycles, when is the armor going to harden enough to protect my sparkling?!" And so more are usual questions from first time creators (cybertronians and humans alike).

Let's remember that near physical and EMF contact between creators and sparklings is important, if not sacred, but is a little more difficult with such delicate beings, usual interactions must be done with outmost care and delicacy, and while these could be shoved away like too much protection is in reality a necessity.

Does creator come back from work under the sun and his armor is hot? If there isn't previous cool down the bitty could get burned by a hug.

Does creator have sharp digits? A little loving and unharmful poke to the side could result in leak of energon from a new wound.

Does creator not clean their armor or derma enough before raising the sparkling in their arms? There have been reported cases of exaggerated negative reactions on the sparkling's derma that can only be compatible with human allergies but it's still under investigation.

Terraformer sparklings are way more delicate than the average ones not only in a physical way, but also in they must overcome their differences with what they have around, most sparklings that are newly forged use their EMF in order to know how to guide themselves when they still haven't formed their faces and optics, being blind for the first hours of existence, with a Terraformer it goes the same, but longer, needing one month to reach such point in the worst case registered, their EMF is a little wilder too, sometimes mimicking the ones from the human creators, fields that lead to way too many instances of going helm first against a wall or doing such a mess with their signal that can be easily mistaken for others.

The sparkling could be easily recharging with human creator and, just like them, put their signal to the minimal in order to not get disturbed, just to have cybertronian creator come running (maybe breaking some walls on the way) by the near spark attack they suffered by feeling their conjunx and sparkling almost not giving signals of life to now have a scared bitty crying their optics out and a human trying to calm down both.

It's hard to be a first time creator, especially from a living creature that has scanned alien features to both parents.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #transformers x human #transformers x human reader #terraformer au!

[askatriangleandastar]

SAMS!Eclipse: A Study of Fragmentation of Self and the Counter-productive Measures to Heal

It is past 3am and by insomnia i am compelled to get this down (probably to sort out in the morning)

I am, a bit behind on SAMS, however! The episode of Eclipse having a rare moment to reflect without interruption, on where he began to be aware of himself, was fascinating

As it turns out, a theory I had about Eclipse having been a part of Moon that hadn't wanted to seperate seems to have been proven true! Eclipse has identified before as more Moon than Sun, and even when as a part of Sun it was to an ends to make Sun feel more responsible for behaving in ways associated with Moon pre-split.

To call the mindscape he was first met in Sun's Place, the direct relinquishing of this being a place he should be. Hearing in this flashback episode that he saw himself as Moon, to be trapped in the mindscape without his own voice, with the wrong form and wrong colors and even no way to force his way out like he could before. A part of Moon that couldn't let Sun go, easiest to leave behind by the rest than hadn't accepted that this was just how things were, how they were.

The Creator made Sun and Moon fragmented from the start, even as there was overlap that balanced one another. It's not surprising that they would be prone to splintering further, evidenced by Kill Code and Eclipse. That twisted reflections of the Brothers would reflect this back at them with names and appearances in theme in both Blood Moons and Lunar. And what's fascinating is that its ECLIPSE who forges these mirrors, ECLIPSE who cannot control what he has made, who cannot look into what they show of his own self and accept the flaws, the fears and weaknesses.

Eclipse made Blood Moon to destroy and distract, to cause harm he wasn't strong enough to and was too attached at that time to commit. Eclipse made Lunar to help him, but also as a source of Acceptance that he has lacked since becoming aware of existing. The face of Moon, listening, agreeing, welcoming, but a part of the disillusionment with Lunar that had seemed odd on first viewing of the October Takover now comes into clarity: Eclipse needed the real deal, not a mirror. Standards for what was enough too high, frustration at seeing the wall he was headed towards, he becomes more and more distance to detach and Lunar notices it even. Until it hits a breaking point, until Eclipse crosses the final line and repeats history, this time as the one leaving someone else behind.

His commitment to his actions even as it occurs to him that he messed up could be how he processed what Moon did, that answer to why he was left behind lashed out at a target who gets to have a face Eclipse wants and can never have again. That if someone isn't what you want, they aren't worth treating better, aren't worth apologizing to, aren't worth regret. Because Moon NEVER came back for him, and if Eclipse wasn't worth it then why would anyone else ever be?

Eclipse gets the chances to leave the DCA alone, to do other things, but I don't think he can leave them be. I don't think he can handle letting go of that need to be whole, something the tiredness and hollowness he's described for some time now and was showing signs of even in October can point towards. Fans have noticed that Eclipse is alone, again and again compared to the relationships of others he is isolated and only at odds, with the temporary exception of Lunar. It's a problem possibly even for the Dictator Outcome Timeline- where even with no NEED for Sun, functionally, with Lunar gone and Moon killed, Eclipse cannot handle to be totally alone. Its destructive, dangerous, sinister- but for someone who wanted to wipe the slate clean and stand at the top with no one in his way, keeping Sun around.... it always had that feeling of being unable to let go, of needing to be needed even if the dynamic is so unbalanced. That Eclipse has all the power he could even use in the palm of his hand, but he is still missing a part of himself with Moon gone, and it's a part of why Moon and Lunar are able to move around unchallenged, uninjured (meta reasons for actor limitations in VR and models aside).

When Kill Code initially refers to Eclipse as his son, its met with confusion but, acceptance. An odd title, but to be accepted as it means being given the help he needs as he's come to the cliff edge of what he can do alone while avoiding Blood Moon's wrath and whims. Yet once again, it becomes another bond rejected, made suspect even when there appears to be legitimacy to it. He sees himself in KC, from sourcing from the same code. Eclipse cannot see himself acting this way. Can't see this part of Moon accepting him, giving him a taste of what he's wanted, when he's failed and failed and failed. He has to get what he wants through his own actions or else it won't work or it'll be a betrayal (even when turning others against him is just one of his many skills) and this only makes him more driven to lash out again after a period of being behind the scenes.

Eclipse being a core antagonist works on several levels, and a big one is how much he represents the Past, the Mistakes and Conflict Sun and Moon have afflicted on one another. He is part of both of them, haunts them in person and in memory, and when they do inevitably overcome him for the last time, I think it'll be a milestone for the DCA to have moved onwards and not looking back. Getting closure, getting peace for the turmoil and conflict they've been feeling since the first day they were activated. Whether Eclipse lives to see it or not, Sun and Moon won't leave each other behind and in the dark again; the only question will be if that means following Golden's advice and having an OK KO! style resolution TKO &KO style or if Eclipse will end as he began- alone.

#Octa Talk #the sun and moon show theories #the sun and moon show #sams eclipse #Very unsure how much will make any sense but hearing birdsong so gonna call it here before the sun is back #I shake Eclipse like a container of mini m&m's #He has so much freaking potential and is such a destructive person to himself and everyone around him and I don't think he knows how to sto #I don't think he was made to be able to if what the Creator said to KC was anything to go by and THAT still haunts me #Their agency undermined from within from their very source code and how much has Eclipse leaned into it #How much of his single digit body count was fighting it too for an identity shown to have a viciously sharp self reflecting gaze #Horrible person wonderful character I cannot wait to see how things keep going wrong for him forever #5 am almost now w h y

[cabal-answers]

CHAKRA OF KAON

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Bio under the cut

Chakra BASICS Place of origin: Kaon Construction: Forged Frame type: Heavy grounder Frame subtype: Mech Earth pronouns: He/him Alt-form: Armoured security vehicle Height: 29 feet Age: 4.7 mil Ability: None known Spark type: Vitreous Negative Occupation: Medic (former Elite Guard) Weapons: Twin pistols, cosmic Chakra Faction: Autobot (on a crew of Decepticons) Voice actor: Harry Morgan (M*A*S*H- Colonel Potter) Status: Online Alignment: Lawful neutral MBTI: INFJ-T Personality: Pushy, rough, cynical, antisocial, snippy Optics: Aquamarine visor Color scheme: Rose, peach, and steel grey

RELATIONSHIPS Carrier: None Creator: None Siblings: None known Other family: None Known S/O: Standup (former suitor), Boomerang (suitor) Amica Endura(e): Unknown Confidant: Boomerang Friends/allies: Cabal, Autobots? Enemies/rivals: Other Decepticons

TECH SPECS Rank: 5 Intelligence: 9 Skill: 6 Courage: 7 Strength: 8 Stamina: 7 Speed: 5 Loyalty: 5 Popularity: 3 Firepower: 5 Total: 60/100

INFO Likes: Boomerang, work, high grade Strengths: Smart, good at reading bots Dislikes: Fighting, getting interrupted, anyone picking on Boomerang Weaknesses: Bossy at times, bad communicator, can be hot headed Favorite color: Red Favor treat: Mercolls Favorite genre: Non fiction Favorite movie: M*A*S*H (tv series) Favorite book: Medical dictionary Greatest love: Boomerang Greatest success: Becoming a medic Greatest fear: Not being able to do his job Greatest regret: Not being able to save his former commander because he had no medical training at the time Secret(s): Most information about his old Elite Guard squad, especially what happened to them Quote(s): "Oh, be quiet!" Style: Efficient Theme: Tell Your Heart To Beat Again by Danny Gokey Other trivia: -Likes to store random things that may or may not come in handy -Everyone is a little scared of him even if they don't admit it -He tends to put his loyalty more with a specific bot or group of bots rather than any faction as a whole

Backstory Overview -Origin Chakra was forged in the height of Cybertron's Golden Era from a spark field just outside of Kaon. He served as a policemech, mostly working as a guard at the Arena. As a young bot he found the gladiators fascinating, and his favorite assignments were when he could see the matches. As he grew older he grew more cynical and began to see the fault in the system, especially as the Decepticon movement grew more prevalent in Kaon. As the Golden Age waned and revolution loomed ever closer he began to attend Decepticon rallies, questioning the laws he had sworn to uphold. He took to defending young Decepticons who had been arrested on minor or falsified charges, eventually being arrested himself. He was acquitted due to lack of evidence, but was still fired shortly thereafter. He stayed in Kaon, lending aid to gladiators unsympathetic to the Functioning government until he was nearly arrested again. He escaped, thanks to his intimate knowledge of the Area's layout, and left town. He would go on to join the Autobots, with disastrous consequences. -Friends/family During his time with the Autobots, he allowed himself to grow close to his Elite Guard squad, especially his commander, Standup. After this squad is decimated, he cut himself off from the world, taking to studying medical techniques instead. Centuries later he was stationed aboard the Caveat as a medic under the command of their CMO Neurosis. He kept them at arms length, despite their best efforts to get close to him. He eventually lost his patience with them constantly asking about his past, offering comfort, and trying to befriend him and went awol. He was soon picked up by a Decepticon crew calling themselves the Cabal, and he decided to stay mostly because they had no medic. He avoided associating with them outside of professional matters, but they eventually wore through his defenses. The young mute warrior Boomerang was able to forge the strongest bond with him, as he felt a connection to him he hadn't since his old team. -Enemies/rivals While Chakra doesn't view the sides the same as others do because of his close connections to the Decepticons prewar, but he does hold a deep grudge against whatever team it was that devastated his old team. -Major events The battle that ripped Chakra's former team from him was long and brutal, and he witnessed the death of each of his crew mates one at a time, unable to do anything to help them. In the end he was left alone with a mortally wounded Standup, trapped in a cave. He had no medical training aside from some basic first aid, and was unable to save his commander's life. Rescue teams arrived far too late to help. This battle inspired him to train to become a medic, and the memories prevent him from effectively serving on the front lines. -Important meetings -The Autobot soldier who delivered the news of war; he never learned his name. -Standup; he was his first field commander and the first mech he fully trusted. He never fully recovered from his loss. -The Caveat crew; while he may not have been close to them they still made an impact on his life (mostly in the shape of being the unwitting final straw in his decision to leave the Autobots). -The Cabal; they were the ones who finally taught him to open up again, and while he finds their antics incredibly annoying at best he also wouldn't leave them. -Other things of note Chakra was never fully loyal to the Autobot cause. The Decepticons were the ones who first showed him Functionism was helping no one, and the early rhetoric of the faction would be a major influence on his decisions for the rest of his functioning. While he would always wear the Autobot insignia, he was always a Decepticon at spark. Prewar -Personal life Chakra had few true friends prewar, although he was friendly with many gladiators and his coworkers. He spent most of his off time watching the fights in the Arena or better drunk in one of Kaon's many taverns. After the rise of the Decepticon movement piqued his interest, he spent his free time investigating

corruption in the local government branches or attending rallies in secret. -Job Chakra served as a police officer for most of his life before the war, often assigned to guard the Arena. When he was younger he preferred to work long hours and keep himself busy, but as he grew older he stopped volunteering for extra duty to make time for his personal interest in the Decepticon rebels. -Politics Chakra realized early on things were not as "golden" as the Golden Age might seem, but didn't realize just how until he stumbled across a Decepticon rally in a half drunk stupor. Their words sobered him (both literally and figuratively) to the reality of what Functionism was, and he spent the rest of his life prewar investigating its faults. Wartime -Choosing sides Not long after he left Kaon, news of the war reached him via a lone Autobot soldier. The young mech's exaggerated version of the events convinced him to join their side, and he soon found himself in the Elite Guard. He was less loyal to the faction than to his crew, and still harboured some sympathy for Decepticon rhetoric. -Personal life Chakra quickly grew close to his Elite Guard battalion, especially his commander, Standup. He spent much of his free time hanging out with them, often getting drunk and sharing wild stories, or spending quiet time alone with Standup. After their loss he devoted all his time to medical studies, refusing to let anyone else grow close to him. While with the Cabal he started spending time with his crew again, usually in the form of sitting in the corner with Boomerang and watching the rest of the crew mess around. -Job Chakra started the war as a soldier, as well trained and deadly as the Autobots had to offer. He later exchanged this life for that of a medic, and never returned to the battlefield as an active participant.

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