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I'm Shepard--three-eyed cat monster, birdwatcher, and universal promoter of neurodiversity
26
bisexual
genderqueer ; he or they, or no pronouns
married 💕
T: 2016 Top surgery: 2024
white
polytheist animist pagan
geography major
hobby artist ( @shepfax-art )
below the cut is more about me and this blog, plus some cool art of my Sona
last edit 04 March 2024
things I’m into (bold: major interest)
birds & birdwatching
animatronics
meow wolf
ghost (the band)
jerma & other streamers
paleontology
horror movies
very specific gaming (currently playing Baldur's Gate 3 and feeling very obsessed with it but I also love Ultrakill, Fallout, Mass Effect, and a bunch of random Nintendo)
very specific tv (Community, Columbo, Star Trek: TOS. I'm currently watching Star Trek: TNG)
social justice (gay liberation, trans rights, socialism, anti-cop/anti-prison, anti-racism, anti-fascism)
accessibility & neurodiversity
things to know:
feel free to spam like/reblog, it doesn't bother me :) have fun while you're here.
I'm always available to chat, answer questions, etc. just send me an ask (you can also ask for my discord to reach me faster).
I'd generally prefer not having minors follow me here because I reblog adult humor and mature content regularly, but it's not a rule. I'm always happy to answer educational questions and stuff from people of all ages. I've been out as trans since 2012 and I've acted as a mentor to younger people exploring gender identity before, and I want to make young people feel seen and heard.
if I reblog from someone shitty please let me know off anon. I have shinigami eyes on my laptop but I'm usually on mobile.
please don't use tone indicators or neopronouns and don't ask me to use them. I don't understand them, and many types of people struggle with them as well.
I don't really have a "DNI" (list of people you don't want interacting with your blog) because they're essentially pointless after reading all the social justice stances I listed above, but if you're a zionist, a terf, a febfem, a radical inclusionist/radqueer, or transabled then you need to stay the fuck away from me
above all else, this blog is just for me to have fun and post about what I'm passionate about. there's no central theme here!
and now you can check out some pics :)
this is Mira, my beloved fursona. he’s a cat + monster + demon + reptile thing. below are some awesome pics of him courtesy of my friends!
(art by furbyfries)
(art by sturner)
(art by crunkerton)
(art by ccasino)
and here’s more of him :3
p.s.
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Of Robo-Sheep and Farms
Part 4 of season 2 from the ongoing series set in the sentient SG/LL au from @cuppajj
Our boys are still on the planet from part 3, by the way.
Trigger Warning: none!
Also, no Robo-sheep were harmed in the making of this story.
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Rodimus didn’t plan for them to stay on this planet for as long as they did. The way he planned it, they would have re-stocked their ship, sold the not needed items, maybe even changed the interior, before continuing their travels. But Phoenix seemed to like the planet, so, they stayed for a few more days, and days became weeks.
Weeks, in which Phoenix’s spark seemed to slowly heal from the ordeals of the Lost Light. It was still going to be a long road, Rodimus knew that. After all, he doubted that anyone would be able to shake off what they went through that easily. But it was nice to see Phoenix interact with the Cybertronians living on this planet. Even if those interactions were limited to when they would be buying things at the market, it was still nice to see his brother slowly warming up to the company of other mechs and femmes. Ones who are still alive and not corpses lying in a ship to rot.
And then there were the jobs they started to do. Both of them mostly helped the Neutrals out by either gathering materials in the surrounding woods, or when someone needed help shepherding their flocks of either cybertronian animals or native ones, because those who usually did it couldn’t. It was actually quite easy, sheparting. All they needed to do was drive around the herd and make sure that none of them would escape. Which was very easy when you had a flier on your team, who was keeping an optic on everything from the sky out.
“On your left Roddy, the last Robo-sheep is trying to run off.”
“On it Phoenix.”
Rodimus did a quick turn to the left, before speeding off to get the last Robo-sheep. Using a small hill as a ramp to get himself into the air. Using the momentum to catapult himself across the field and towards the Robo-animal. Transforming right before he would have crashed into it and catching the Robo-sheep with both arms. “Thought you could escape from me, didn’t you?” Asked the prime, as he put the sheep under one arm, while signaling with his free servo that he got it.
After that, Rodimus carried the last sheep towards the barn. Throwing it in with the rest, before locking the barn door. Hopefully the Robo-sheeps wouldn’t try to get out again, but then again, that would only mean that Rodimus and Phoenix would get more Shanix. If Phoenix didn’t say anything before him.
The prime loved his brother, he truly did, but sometimes the kid’s good spark would get in the way of earning enough Shanix to live a comfortable life. Just yesterday, Phoenix said that they would help out with building the newest treehouse for free. Even though Rodimus had already calculated how much they could and would get for helping the construction mechs and femmes. That was one of the days where he wished that Phoenix still had his fear of strangers. At least then would Rodimus get to make good deals with the Neutrals and not have to worry about Phoenix messing everything up for them.
“That was fun!” Cheered Phoenix as he nose-dived towards Rodimus. Getting as close as possible, before quickly pulling up and transforming. Landing right before the prime on both of his pedes and raising his sevors in a ‘Ta-daa!’ position. Which caused Rodimus to chuckle, before giving Phoenix two thumbs up for the landing. “10 points for the landing. Only 6 points for the pose afterwards. I know you can do better.” Phoenix only stuck his tongue out as an answer.
“When ya boys are done outta here, the lady prepared her special casseroles with homegrown space carrots .” Yelled the old mech, who owned this little farm, as he limped over to the two brothers, followed by his trusted Turbofox. “I’m sure that ya two could need some, especially after keeping an optic on the sheep for the whole day.”
Before Phoenix could say anything, let alone refuse the kind offer, Rodimus was quick to nod his head. Free food, especially when you’re low on Shanix, is a gift from Primus and shouldn’t be wasted. Also, he was sure that the old mech’s conjunx would surely give them more for the way back to their ship. “We would love to stay. Watching and chasing those sheep sure enough emptied our tanks faster than when we helped out with the new treehouse.”
“Tch, still can’t believe that ya two did it for nothin’.” Said the old mech, before nodding his head towards the small hut he and his conjunx called home. It was different from the rest of the village. First, because it looked like the cybertronian version of an old western farm house, and second, because it was standing on the ground and not a treehouse. Something Rodimus had asked the old mech about the first time they worked for him. And the answer he got was a simple, ‘We’re no flyin’ folk.’ Which was fair, but still, strange.
But who was he to judge, when the pay was fair and the old mech didn’t ask about why a ‘Rodimus Prime look-alike’ and a Decepticon youngling were living in a spaceship in the woods. Sometimes, Rodimus believed that the old mech knew exactly who he was, but refused to say anything because they were better workers than those who usually shepert the Robo-sheeps.
“Don’t forget to wash up, before sitting down. Ya ain’t want Softstreet’s spark to start acting up, do ya?” Asked the old mech, before handing Rodimus the small purse with the Shanix in it. “I doubled it. Ya both have been workin’ more than the rest of the lazy pack I call my workers.” He said with a small smirk, before limping off to check on the rest of the farm. With the turbofox following him, after it got some pats from Phoenix.
“Roddy?” Started Phoenix, but Rodimus was quick to cut him off. “No. We are not getting a turbofox. They’re dangerous, a lot of work, and can’t be tamed. I’m pretty sure that Fungus only managed to tame his, because his alt-mode is a wolf.” Sighed Rodimus while holding the bridge of his nose. I this how Ultra Magnus felt whenever he would suggest stupid ideas? Well, not that his ideas were always stupid, but Ultra Magnus sure thought so. Either way, Rodimus put the Shanix into his subspace, before starting to gently push Phoenix towards the farmer’s home.
And they did have a nice dinner with Softstreet and Fungus after the old mech decided to finally join them. With Rodimus and Fungus starting a discussion about the state of the farm, after dinner was over, while Phoenix went off to help Softstreet in the kitchen, before going into the space the pair had named the ‘living room’ to play with the turbofox.
“I’m gonna ask ya again, why not start workin’ for me? I could always need more young mechs like ya two on the farm. Also, the pay ain’t bad.” Started Fungus, after he made sure the youngling wouldn’t hear them.
“I already told you,” sighed Rodimus, “we will have to leave at one point. We can’t stay on this planet.”
“Because ya wanna go home?” Asked the old mech.
“Back to Cybertron, yes.”
“So, the guilty turbofox hunts his own hole.” That phrase caused Rodimus to set his cup of engex back down on the table, before looking over at the old mech across from him. He knew it. The old mech knew who he was.
The realization must have been written on Rodimus’ face, because Fungus let out one barking laugh, before taking a big swig of his engex. “Don’t look like that boy. It makes ya look stupid.” He said, before letting out a sigh. “Look, it ain’t obvious for a lot of folks here, most never knew ya, but Softstreet served on the Autobot side. She knew ya. She knew what ya were like. What all of ya were like. That’s why she left.” Fungus took another swig of his engex before continuing. “She didn’t like it when I hired ya the first time. Said you would kill us, but then she saw the way ya talked to the youngling. He changed, that’s what she said. And she never complained about me hiring ya the next time. So, let me give ya some advice.” The old mech grew quiet, as he stared at Rodimus with an intensity that made Rodimus shrink back a little.
“Don’t go back. Stay, or find another planet. Settle down, but don’t go back. Cybertron ain’t a place for our kind. For those who try to be something else. Something new, because for them, you’ll always be a killer…” Muttered the old mech, as he finished his drink.
“I know.” Said Rodimus, after a moment of silence passed between the two of them. “But there is no other option. Cybertron might be the safest place for us now…”
“... If that’s the answer, then I ain’t gonna make ya change it…”
After that exchange, Rodimus went out on the front porch. Looking over the small farm, before casting his gaze skywards. He knew it. Going back to Cybertron was bad. Especially if he returned without his crew and Megatron. They would probably question him first, before either throwing him into a cell to rot, or kill him right away. Either way, Phoenix would be back home. Back in a city that hated him, but at least he would be with his mother and out of the Lost Light’s grasp. At least, he hoped so.
Either way, it was time to go. He still had to make sure Phoenix was back at their ship, before he headed off for his ‘other’ job. So, he quickly got Phoenix, they both said their goodbyes to the old couple, got some leftovers, and made their way back home.
And after making sure his brother was tugged in and fast asleep, Rodimus walked onto the bridge, got his special rifle, which he bought in the darker parts of the market, out of a hidden compartment, and walked back out of the ship. Locking it behind him to make sure no-one could enter, before heading off to hunt some stray Autobot hiding in the forest.
After all, interior changes of ships cost a lot, and the bounty for rogue Autobots who kill innocent lives was more than enough to pay for them.
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I just need my feverish moleskin-mauling to be seen by the world, hah. Designing a new ttrpg character that is based on horror/slasher tropes, and tbh it’s the most difficulty I’ve had nailing down a design in recent memory. Slashers are deceptively simple in design, but I think require a lot of nuance and hard work on the designer’s (and actor’s!) part to be genuinely intimidating. A good slasher is a cumulation of the right shapes (’The Shape’ is aptly named), and imo, shapes>detail when you are just seeing something for an instant while it’s lurking in the shadows, or just before it strikes. They’re just a little off kilter, massive things always lurching forward just a smidge, always ready for pursuit. I think that unique posture is important. Especially in a more cartoonish medium, stuff like ‘what shape do their sleeves make’ is important, and contributes to how the character’s weight is distributed, where our eye is guided to first, etc.
In a mask, how much of the face do you show? I think visible eyes are good, it adds a frightening little dash of humanity, but then, is the mouth too much? Showing the mouth gives you the expectation that they will talk, and I think lends itself to a certain kind of character, but might not work for everyone. How far from human does the mask go. Where is the sweet spot on that gradient. The anonymity/decay of the masks of characters like Michael Meyers and Jason Voorhees are spectacular in their menace through simplicity. They’re bold impactful imagery. They’re iconic. How do you capture that sort of lightning in a bottle while remaining true to the character’s themes? These are all rhetorical questions that I’m asking myself through the process.
Voirrey, the character, has made a career of making latex prosthesis and masks for horror films/working with animatronics, and is awakening to dark powers after failing at pursuing said profession. Since said powers have to do with the ability to communicate with the dead, one would conclude that perhaps her main mask should be themed as such (skeletal/zombie/etc) but, I dunno. Tar Man’s the only zombie that I have ever thought as being sufficiently offputting (hence basing the first draft mask on that). I have also flirted with a ‘skinned anamatronic’ mask (seen above, Jake drew that one) but am deeply concerned with its legibility as such. I think there are too many moving parts to make it look readable and iconic. As of now, I’m tooling around with a lot of different things, and haven’t settled on any of them, but that’s alright. There’s not a big rush and the challenge is titillating. Another direction I’d like to pursue is just a very decayed, vintage Topstone-type mask.
But, after a few passes, I did manage to settle on her human face:
The other contributing factor to this challenge is that her face had to have enough range to pull off ‘gonna pull your eye out’ and also ‘normal person’ - she is, technically, with the good guys, and is not in full murder getup all the time. Once everything’s all sorted out, I’ll probably put everything in a much more elegant compilation, but I think this kind of stuff is interesting in it’s rough form. Here’s to my new 6″8 daughter.
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