- Morgan Harper Nichols
- Morgan Harper Nichols
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[Munday asks]
š ā favorite book/series?
š§¶ ā any non-writing hobbies/interests?
šŗ ā favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?
š - My favorite book has remained unchanged since I was 16 years old. Hands down 'Interview With the Vampire' by Anne Rice. Series... really liking the 'Shadow of the Gods' series. On the last installment.
š§¶ Honestly... too many. The ADD is RAMPANT. Entomology and taxidermy, drawing, dance, and costume making (I do drag) to name a few...... š Someone really needs to take away my adult money.
šŗ - Favorite movie would have to be 'As Above So Below' (if you're a fan of horror and haven't seen it I highly recommend). Series... possibly Dragula or Rupauls Drag Race. I love the looks in Dragula (I'm a macabre girlie at heart), but the performances and humor aspects of Drag Race are just *chef's kiss*.
Spectacular
I THOROUGHLY ENJOYED DOING THESE.. And I intend to do more. - Inspiration came from here and here. -
Please... why didn't this happen?
Wheeljack: *walks in* Sorry Iām late. I wasā¦doing things.
*distant stomping*
Ultra Magnus: *throws open the door* He pushed me down the fragging stairs!
Wheeljack: Push is such a strong word. I prefer to call itā¦"giving a little nudge."
Ultra Magnus: Oh Iāll give YOU a little nudge when I shove my foot up your aft!
Wheeljack: Hey! Watch your fragging language in front of the Prime!
Optimus Prime: *double facepalm*
Stamp of approval. Make em sweat.
legal disclaimer that I'm not saying we should execute CEOs in the street, but what if we doxxed them. what if we plastered their names and faces all over social media. what if we made them nervous to go out in public for fear of actually experiencing a single consequence for their actions. what if we built a culture where CEOs get regularly bitch-slapped in the street is what I'm saying
Team Prime bebes...
A quick fanfic art cover for my story : And then there were four. Older Jack, Miko, Raf, and newest addition Theresa.
Its total crack, no seriousness involved whatsoever. But if you're into such ridiculousness, you should check it out. My handle on AO3 is ChaoticReverie
Shamelessly plugging my own OC here... trying to get some semblance of my shit together with this blog so I can use it to engage with other blogs. Eventually will have art and details up, but for now starting with a good old fashion origin story.
Countless optics slid over her as she passed by, some gazes fleeting, others not. Those that lingered were assessing, measuring, judging. She kept her helm tucked low, expression giving nothing away but the appearance of calm. Paying them no mind, she cut her way through the swath of patrons that occupied the Grand Salon, noting they seemed busier than usual. Others like her milled expertly, Keepers directing guests according to their desired experiences. Larger parties were ushered into separate parlors for entertainment, and couples or smaller groups toward the upper floors where the private rooms were situated.
She entered a lift, along with a cluster of others, noticing the mech to her right seemed rather interested in her status. The patches adoring his glossy pauldron suggested a high-ranking Elite Guard. Turning in a tight circle as she moved to face the door, she ensured her servos ā both closed into neat fists behind her back ā would be visible to him. Noting this, he glanced away, expression momentarily displaying his disappointment until the pretty little mech already hanging off his side snagged his attentions once more.
Her own optics swept the crowd below as the pod ascended, tracing the slim fingers of golden light that spilled through high, towering windows. The floor, a complex mosaic of reflective slabs, cast the sunās rays into every corner of the vaulted room, where it caught against the intricate detailing that accented columns and framed doorways, making them gleam. She glanced down at the fragile metal mesh draped over her. The delicate crystals fixed into the garment were made to catch that same light with every subtle, tinkling shift, sending a myriad of colored pinpricks dancing across nearby surfaces. A deliberate addition, to snare the attention and interest of their clients.
Exiting the lift on one of the upper floors, she pressed on in silence, husky promises and tittering laughter falling away as ā pair by pair ā the others branched off into their own rooms.
The final stretch of hallway was mercifully empty, and she slowed her pace, savoring every moment of peace - of solitude - as she closed the distance between herself and the room at the end of the corridor, where her client awaited. The soft, tinny clack of her heel struts against the tile echoed faintly, their frequency and tone reminiscent of a death knell. Fitting, as these walks always felt a little like an execution march.
She paused a moment at the door, glancing up to catch her reflection in the polished metal as she lifted a servo to knock. A vision of perfect contentednessā¦ but insideā¦ a yawning, empty chasm that longed to be filled. Her spark was a restless thing in her chassis, always hungry. Desperately so. Why? She had everything she needed; much more than so many others, as the Masters liked to remind them. Draped in the most luxurious finery, surrounded by opulenceā¦ attending lords, council members, and bots from walks of life that most could only dream of meeting. So why didnāt she want any of it? Was she flawed? Was there anything that could satiate the desperate, aching need for something she couldnāt name that chiseled away at her?
She closed her optics, silencing the riot in her processor and composing herself as she allowed her digits to rap gently but crisply against the ornate slab. A voice, soft and low, bid her enter.
āThis is all I need,ā she told herself ā the lie cold and bitter on her glossa.
Incredible. Thank you for sharing this.
As a paramedic, Ratchet's alt mode in tfp driving around Jasper is hilarious to me.
We usually know who is on what ambulance unit and where the other ambulances are. They have GPS trackers on them/on the ambulance's phone, so dispatch can see where they are. Jasper is a small town, so their EMS/Fire dept is likely small as fuck. So the first responders all likely know each other and what's going on.
NO ONE can track this weird ass ambulance. Dispatch has no idea where it came from.
The other medics in Jasper being like "what fucking unit is that" or "what THE FUCK." There's no department marking or star of life on Ratchet's alt's exterior, but it has lights and sirens. Which is fucking illegal.
The other first responders talk about the Mysterious Unknown ambulance that is OCCASIONALLY spotted like a fucking cryptid. It becomes an inside joke/urban legend.
