Cybertronian sparks are effectively tiny magical suns. This explains a lot of the absolutely wild stuff that goes on with them, but today I wanted to put down my thoughts on gravity, and weight, and part of how Transformers operate.
A Cybertronian’s actual weight is a variable thing- Arcee, for example, despite being the size of a small car is capable of being light enough to walk on a human rooftop without damaging it, but she can also be heavy enough to stop a speeding van via impact- or to kick a much larger bot off of her. Their mass is encompassed in their sparkfield- the sparkfield functions both as a sort of animation field (a cybertronian cannot expand their body beyond a certain range of their spark), as well as a force field and a small, individual gravitational field.
Cybertronians can alter their actual weight to a degree, through this gravitational effect, and they can also counteract the effects of impacts and momentum using this- making them incredibly agile, despite their size.
Certain frametypes and individuals can affect their weight more extremely- many fliers have greater control over the gravitational field they create, particularly shuttles and bots who are meant to carry other cybertronians within’ them, giving their interiors an artificial gravity even in space. Fliers can often make themselves incredibly lightweight, for their actual mass, which allows for easier takeoffs and landings, and assists in allowing them to escape the gravitational pull of planets while spacefaring.
This also has offensive uses, allowing for cybertronians to impact each other with incredible force, making themselves heavier and literally throwing themselves using their gravitational fields. In particularly rare cases, certain individuals can extend this effect beyond their sparkfield, allowing for them to disrupt or manipulate others’ gravitational fields, throwing opponents off-balance or even pinning them under gravity’s weight.
A general rule of thumb is that the larger a mechanism is, the greater it’s sparkfield’s power is, regarding things like this.
Which is why Metrotitans are, despite being impossibly huge, almost weightless by most standards, because their actual mass is kept weightless by their sparks.
A/N: Snog Me Senseless was supposed to be a one shot, but then I got more requests for a part 2. So I combined SMS part 2 with this request. I can picture parts 3 and 4 already, but only if people really want them. Let me know what you think please! I’m not going to mark this as NSFW, but it is sweetly smutty in its own way.
You sigh as Harry’s lips gently part yours, and your hands reach to wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth closer to yours as you slide your tongue along his. He’s wrapped his left arm around your waist, and he’s leaning into you, using his slight height advantage to bend your head back as he deepens the kiss. Your emotions are swirling.
It had only been a week since the frat party where you first learned to snog, and you had been practicing every day since with Harry. Whereas his tongue had felt foreign inside your mouth the first time, you now relished the times when he kissed you like this, breathing through your respective noses to prolong the amount of time you could stay attached to each other. It was nearly lunchtime, and Harry’s stomach was growling. You hear the rumble and giggle a bit as you manage to move the gum he’s been chewing into your mouth as you end the kiss.
“Hello everyone, if you’d please take your seats…” The
professor waited for the room of about forty college aged Alphas, Betas, and
Omegas to stop their chatter and pay attention to her. “Yes. Thank you
all for coming to tonight’s informational meeting. I’m Dr.
Mills and I hope you all will be interested enough in tonight’s proposed experiment to participate. And, yes,
you will all be paid fifty dollars for participating, so now you can actually
pay attention to what the experiment is rather than wondering about money.”
The group chuckled and Dean flicked his eyes up from
his cell phone for a moment, but then returned to his game. He didn’t
care what they wanted him to do: pee in a cup, give blood, take weird
experimental medications—he just wanted to get paid. He would
have signed up blind if he could have, but Charlie (a classmate in his Fluid
Thermodynamics class and one of the students assisting with the project), who
had told him about it said he had to attend the informational session. Attend, not
pay attention. He’d
confirmed there wouldn’t be a quiz at the end.
“Now, this experiment is about trying to identify if
certain genetic markers affect what pheromones we find attractive and which
ones we don’t.”
“Trying to crack the True Mates code?” someone called
The audience chuckled and the professor smiled.
“Now, we all know true mates are a fairy tale and
sentimental movie fodder, but you have to admit that there are some scents you
find attractive, some you have little reaction to, and some that can be
kind of like there are people you scent and don’t mind hooking up with, but you
can’t picture mating. Right?”
“That’s just because all Alphas are commitment-phobes,”
a voice said provocatively.
There was a mixture of laughing and grumbling.
“Hey,” someone replied. “Betas are
the coldest bitches I’ve ever interacted with.”
Argumentative conversation broke out in the room. The
professor waved her hands in the air.
“Settle down, settle down. Behavioral
science is run by Dr. Hanscum. I’m sure she’ll be conducting an experiment
in the spring and you all can go argue about which gender and sex combination
are the biggest assholes with her.”
Everyone laughed and Dean cracked a smile.
we’re talking about attraction people. What
attracts you and what doesn’t. What makes you picture a house and kids and
what doesn’t.” Dr.
Mills smirked. “What turns you on and
Created by Dutch artist Theo Jansen, the Strandbeest is created by rudimentary objects such as PVC piping, wood and sails and contains no electrical or motorised parts; it is instead powered by the wind.
The Strandbeest has steadily evolved into more complex working structures. Some even having the ability to store wind power in the absence of a breeze, being able to nail pins into the sand when wind power becomes too great, and even sensing when they have entered the water or encountered an object so they can then avoid the obstruction.
Theo Jansen is ever improving and changing these creatures, and does have a final plan for them saying: “over time, these skeletons have become increasingly better at surviving the elements such as storms and water, and eventually I want to put these animals out in herds on the beaches, so they will live their own lives”.
I’ve no interest in starting the troll bone/horn discourse but I’m always game to dispense science/biology/zoology knowledge!
This also brings up the difference between horns, antlers and ossicones too when we talk about troll horns.
Horns: bone with keratin coated over the top. These have a capacity to heal and grow
Antlers: not bone, similar stuff but less tough and also dead. Often these are temporary/seasonal because they cannot heal from damage
Ossicones: entirely made of bone and straight up just chunks of angry sharp skull. Usually have fur or tough skin on top.
Since Alternian horns are always referred to as horns and grow larger as they age, they are most likely living horn. Y’all don’t have to head canon this but since there’s no current lore going around of trolls having their horns suddenly drop off or horrifying insect antler velvet that comes off in bleeding strips. I’m gonna say horns. Although if we wanted to get inventive we could go for ossicones with some crazy skin growing over. Or even some kind of extrapolation based on bug antenna/integument. Because why not.
So my sister is a biology major and I am a history major, so we are constantly making fun of each other because what we do is so completely different and have a continuous joke going that our major is better then the other’s
So she just sent me a text that said the biology building (which is where she spends most of her time) is currently on alert, and the students were told to keep there eyes out, because there is a tarantula loose in the building. There is no joke a real live tarantula just running around the building that they have yet to find, and everyone was just told to be on the look out as they continue with their classes….
My response was this is why history is so much better. Because in the history building fucking Hitler and Pol Pot can’t just escape from their tanks and run around loose in our building. And all that that statement can call to my mind is people being like “Excuse me everyone, please remember to watch out as that silly hitler escaped his pen yet again!” And then just imagine a student sitting in class doing college stuff and out of the corner of their eye seeing hitler standing behind a bookshelf and peeking out, realizing he’s been seen, and then scuttling away back into the dark
I consider this an overall win for the history column
Summary: The day starts off as another usual boring and lonely day at university, until a new person happens to sit next to you in class.
NOTE: Long time no see!! I started writing this at the beginning of November and then all hell (aka school) broke lose and I’ve only been able to finish it now… Hope you enjoy! I’ve got a suPER Christmasy one coming up soon ;)
Pulling the strings of your hoodie tighter against your neck, you walked swiftly down the pathway, a mixture of red and yellow leaves forming mush beneath your feet. Class started at 8:00 AM, and you hated being late since you didn’t know anyone in your class and you dreaded having to walk through the door and have everyone stare at you. It had already been over a month since you’d started university, and you hadn’t managed to make any solid new friendships yet like everyone else. For the most part you kept to yourself, though it proved to be a lonely existence.
Squinting up at the still-dark November sky, you hunched your shoulders against the wind that somehow seemed to bite straight through your clothes.
She had her cupcake poised at her lips when he made her laugh so hard that she blew a cloud of icing sugar off the top. Her other hand immediately flew to cover her mouth, hiding her grin.
“Sorry,” she said with some difficulty, forcing the word out around a bite of cupcake and a looming fit of giggles.
Percy dusted the icing sugar off his nose and leant back, grinning that lopsided grin that Annabeth was fast growing to love. “I buy you a cupcake and that’s how you repay me? By spitting icing sugar on me?”
“Ew, I didn’t spit it on you,” she argued, finishing her mouthful and lowering her hand. “You made me laugh, and that’s what you get for sitting so close anyway.”
He shrugged one shoulder and his grin slipped into a smirk. She couldn’t decide which expression she liked best, but she did know that she kind of missed the way he’d been leaning over the table, face hovering right in front of hers. He was slouched back in his seat opposite her now, one arm resting on the back of the chair beside him. His foot knocked hers under the table.
“I wanted to have a good view for when you tried the best cupcakes on campus,” he said.
Annabeth glanced down at the blue cupcake and then back up to his eyes. She nodded. “It’s pretty good, I’ll admit -”
“It’s the blue,” Percy said adamantly. “Everything tastes better blue.”
Summary: Faye has always known there was something weird about the visions from her childhood. They came vividly, unexpectedly, like a photo with double exposure. She saw the landscape before her, but she saw something else, too.
After a particularly startling encounter, Faye realizes the visions are coming from another person, someone she’s connected to telepathically. As their friendship blooms, so does her curiosity. Unfortunately, Harry isn’t as candid in revealing himself as Faye has been.
Based on the prompt: Harry Styles has a secret pen pal who he keeps his real identity a secret from. ONE DAY THEY FIND OUT. What happens? (With a dash of telepathy).
Word count: 13460
warnings: near-rape situation, occasional language
It comes in waves and strokes of vivid colors. It’s like sitting outside of yourself, someplace where the air is cooler and the sky is always overcast. Its only prelude is a burst of energy: sometimes adrenaline and other times anxiety. All I can do is stop and wait for it to wash over me, breathe myself through it until my heart rate is calm enough to push it away.
Sketches I forgot to put over here? Trying to break through some design artblock by just drawing whatever characters come to mind, seems to at least be giving me interesting directions to go in. Up top we have Airachnid, who is literally a goddamn spaceship. She’s so huge that her gravity field disrupts the space under/around her noticeably. Get a load of that tiny OP and BA down at her foot. Also, yes, Blackarachnia is also taller than Optimus.
Also i keep laughing at the tiny little human by her back foot just like HOLY SHIT because they accidentally wandered into a zero-g zone. They tend to pop up around her legs, as part of how she supports her weight.
And then in contrast some smols. Very smol. So small and pretty much little more than endoskeleton and kibble, these babies.
Flamewar is the smallest Decepticon of the main cast, and the smallest Cybertronian that we’d see for a while, overall, being MAYBE five feet tall. But then, she turns into a lil’ off-road bike, so there’s not a lot to work with. Her legs are supposed to have her wheels but I kinda…ran out of steam so OH WELL. Don’t let Flamewar’s diminutive size fool you, however, she’s a vicious warrior and larger mechs have a difficult time keeping up with her.
And a very small Minimus Ambus despite the fact that I don’t even have a Minimus Ambus in any of my character ideas but I just. Wanted to draw him. Unlike Flamewar, who’s at least built for speed and combat, Minimus isn’t built for much of anything- and doesn’t have to be.
His antennae are pretty much always extended, as opposed to how most cybertronians only extend theirs when sensing or comfortable, but his incredibly powerful sparkfield makes him particularly aware and sensitive to his surroundings so it helps if he can use them to gather information properly. He’s probably literally like…a meter tall. You could fold him up and put him in a large tote bag.
But if you would like a story about Jennifers….in college, I was friends with two other girls in my major, Jenna and Jenna. The thing about Jenna and Jenna was that we had very similar courses (of course) and thus very similar schedules, and so every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we would have lunch at the dining common right next to the Biology building, and stay there until me and one of the Jennas had our next class (we had like, 75% the same schedule on purpose).
The other things to know about Jenna and Jenna, is that Jenna H was the shortest at about 5′7, I was the middle at 5′10, and Jenna B was the tallest at 6′0. We were all blonde haired and blue eyed, and it never occurred to us exactly how this looked until my friend Brandon dropped his class during that period and started joining us for lunch.
He came in, started walking over to us, and called out “Jenna!” and suddenly three Amazonian, Scandinavian-looking blondes were staring at him all at once. He literally stopped in his tracks, and was like “I nearly pissed myself that was so intimidating.”