colorful crest



1. Giant Argus (Argusianus argus) displaying - largest bird in the family, larger than a peacock

2. Crested Argus (Rheinardia ocellata)

3. Crested Argus - showing raised crest

There are 8 species of Peacock Pheasants,
these are the prettiest in my opinion

3. Malayan Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron malacense) pair. male displaying

4. Palawan Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron napoleonis) pair, male displaying

5. Male Palawan Peacock Pheasant tail closed

6. Grey Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron bicalcaratum) pair, male displaying

the aesthetics of the gods
  • Aphrodite: the bruises of love bites left by lovers on necks and thighs; smudged lipstick from hasty kisses; blood red roses with their sharp thorns still intact; the way you hug someone you love when you reunite after a lengthy separation
  • Apollo: polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners; a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight; the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten; when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones; the pale lines of fading scars
  • Ares: the hands of a fighter, short finger nails and bloodied knuckles; split lips that have scabbed over; the smooth and intricate lines of old weapons you see mounted on museum walls; deep trenches dug out from the earth; the way barbed wire contrasts against whatever it surrounds
  • Artemis: loose braids with wild flowers slipped in; the majesty of tall trees stretching up endlessly towards the heavens; the wide and captivating eyes of wild deer; cloudy nights where the moon is just barely peeking through; the colorful fletching of arrows drawn back to rest upon cheeks and along jaws
  • Athena: the straight and steady way a soldier stands at attention; fingertips smudged with ink; a stack of books to read piled on the floor or a nightstand; eyes gleaming with the glow of new ideas; the quiet and contemplative aura of museums and libraries
  • Demeter: the way sunlight catches dust motes in the air through the gaps in the leaves of the trees; the feeling of life you get from standing in the middle of an orchard with bees buzzing around you; crocuses and snowdrops peeking through the last dredges of winter's snow
  • Hades: the bleached bones of animals in the forest when moss has begun to engulf them; the way that graveyard angels look like they're weeping in the rain; the solemn aura of old churches, citadels, synagogues, temples, and mosques
  • Hephaestus: the pleasure of holding something you've created in your palms; the soft glow of heated metal; the intricate beauty of cogs and gears fitting together precisely and working in tandem; the smooth and polished surfaces of high-rise business buildings
  • Hera: the lacy white of flowing wedding gowns; the way a couple's hands look clasped together; pairs of old wedding rings that are scratched from years of use; the feeling of surrealism that comes from looking at old family portraits; getting used to sharing a space with someone else and then seeing the mannerisms you've unknowingly adopted from them
  • Hermes: the way that the low beam headlights of a car touch the roads that stretch ever onwards at night; old maps yellowed at the corners from their age; the way that things rush past when you look out the window of a car or train; quick hands slipping deftly into pockets and taking what they find
  • Hestia: the light and protection of street lights in an otherwise dark city; the warmth of your bed on cold winter mornings; the heat of a fire as you sit around it with people you love; the comfort of a home-cooked meal
  • Poseidon: the way light looks when you're seeing it shine down from deep underwater; the effervescent colors of cresting waves; the eery beauty of shipwrecks; the ripples created when you trail your fingertips through still waters; dust clouds kicked up by the passing of strong hooves
  • Zeus: the way that storm clouds darken the edge of the horizon; silhouettes framed against the sky by flashes of lightning; the splay of feathers of a bird's outstretched wings; the polished and tarnished brass of old fashioned scales

She texted me, ‘Holy crap, Sofia. This is amazing. I remember when we were in fifth grade and you did a project on the U.S. national team and said you wanted to play on their team.’

I honestly read that and said, 'Holy crap, that’s true.’

I think every girl who has this dream will understand that it means everything. It’s a surreal feeling because you’ve been working so hard toward this. Just to get a call-up is such an opportunity.

accidentalkilljoys  asked:

okay but what if Derek was a hug deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Stiles looks up, his mouth dropping open when he reaches the pinnacle of stubbled beauty that is the man’s face. 

“Oh wow,” he says, “wow, I would not have called the leather.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Stiles kind of wants to marry his eyebrows. There’s something kind of Bronte about them, dark and brooding, like they could carry him across a windswept moor. He might be wearing a dress in this scenario. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. 

“You’re a little later than I was expecting -” he raises an eyebrow, his pause expectant. 


“Derek, right. I am running late for forensics, Derek, so we’ll do the whole getting to know you thing next time, okay?” Stiles pushes his chair back with a hideous screech and regards him for a second. He figures, first time, he should probably go with the clasped hands back pounding bro-hug, only under the leather jacket there’s a forest-green henley that just looks like it smells really good, and Stiles has never been good with temptation. He slides his arms between the henley and the jacket, steps in close, presses himself against body heat and a certain rigidity that melts pretty quickly into Derek’s arms around his back, perfect pressure, snuggly bliss. 

Stiles steps back and beams

“That was - shit, perfect. Thanks, Derek.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says. He looks bemused, almost dazed. Stiles’d go in for round two only he catches sight of a clock over Derek’s shoulder and swears, slings his bag over his shoulder, runs


He honestly does know better than to hang out on Craigslist, Scott, he does, but where can you go wrong with a hug delivery service? That’s like hating puppies, Scott. Why would you hate the puppies? 

Scott, sounding frustrated and a little worried and kinda reluctantly amused, insists that he doesn’t hate the puppies. 

Right, Stiles agrees, because all of his plans are amazing and a hug delivery service couldn’t possibly be wrong. Right? 

It’s so much easier to read agreement into everything Scott says when they’re only calling. There are unexpected advantages to college. 

(There’s a weird email, apologising for the mix up at the coffee shop. 

Hey, Stiles sends back, I didn’t mind that you were late, no worries. And then, greatly daring, so about getting to know each other…

He honestly does know better than to pass out his actual address on the internet, okay, he does, but… y’know. Puppies.)


Derek’s early. 

No leather this time, though, which is thoughtful of him, just a dark red sweater with thumb holes that should possibly be illegal. 

“Hey,” Stiles says, eager and happy and grinning all over his face, and this time it triggers a tiny smile in return. “Hey, Derek.”

“Stiles,” Derek says. “Look -” 

“Are you okay to do this sitting down, this time?”

Derek’s eyebrows huddle together for warmth (the windswept moors will do that to you) but he doesn’t look exactly averse, so Stiles tugs him by the sleeve towards the sinfully comfortable eyesore of a couch, getting him situated in the corner and then leaning back against him, pulling Derek’s arm around him. He tips his head back against Derek’s shoulder and moans, faintly. 

“I swear, Derek,” he says, “you were made for me.” 

Derek doesn’t respond. His arm maybe tightens, a little. 

(A little while later, halfway into Serenity, Stiles thinks he maybe hears knocking at the door, but frankly he’s in the best damn hug of his life thus far and nothing short of fire alarms is getting him out of it.

Derek huffs into his hair. Stiles is taking that as agreement.)


Laura turns around when the door opens, cocking her head to one side at her brother’s appearance - he’s flushed, and a little rumpled, and almost smiling

“So,” she says, “did you give the neighbor kid the parcel we took in, yet?” 

Derek glares at her, eyebrows lowering, a wash of bright color cresting on his cheeks. 

“I’m working on it.” The tilting of his mouth looks almost involuntary. “I’ll try again tomorrow,” he says. 


Yeah, yeah I know they aren’t finished but I’d to get them up here before I forget. I will finish them I swear! It’s just school’s got a lot cut out for me and it’s taking a lot of time out of my day.

But I swear these will be done just gotta get all my work done first!

pretty tough, yeah? || george weasley

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is the slytherin keeper in George’s year and they’ve been friendly but when dracos taunting him n Harry after the quidditch match (lion and the serpent chapter in OOTP) she tries to get Draco to stop but it doesn’t happen. Omg I’m imagining George beating up Malfoy n having that busted lip afterwards fckin hot 😩👌🏻 n afterwards george confronts her about it… romance ensues… and making out or something lol THANKS!! Ik this was mad specific lmao my b

a/n: lmao so it’s more like she confronts him about it but that’s all that’s different

warnings: none

word count: 739

tags: @ourboulevardofthedead

   Another week, another Quidditch game. You were dressed in your green and silver Quidditch robes, trying to block out Malfoy’s voice while stretching. He was telling the story of how he came up with the lyrics for “Weasley Is Our King” and how the whole of Slytherin was going to sing it.

   You were a keeper and thankfully didn’t have to deal with hearing Malfoy’s insults to Potter on the field.

   Finally, the time for the game to begin arrived, and the game started off nicely, well, for your team at least. Ron had let in four goals, putting you at 40 points. Gryffindor scored one, leaving it to 40-10.

   The Slytherin team was still screaming their song, and the seekers were still looking for the Snitch. Harry made a jolting move, and Crabbe, one of your beaters, must have noticed, as he sent the Bludger heading towards him, to eventually hit him.

   Gryffindor had won, though, and this wasn’t taken lightly by Malfoy. Without hesitation, he started saying every taunting insult he could think of: making fun of Ron, the Weasleys, Potter. You couldn’t stand Malfoy already, and this was getting on your nerves.

   “-I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley’s hovel smells okay-”

   “Malfoy, stop.”

   “-or perhaps it reminds you of what your mother’s house smelled like-”

    “MALFOY-” you started to yell, but he stopped talking. Not because of you, but because Harry and George were beginning to punch him ceaselessly.

   Madam Hooch noticed this fight and stopped it immediately. You groaned and put your face in your hands. Harry and George were sent to McGonagall’s office, and you couldn’t bear to think of what would happen to them.

    You didn’t even bother to get out of your Quidditch robes and made your way to McGonagall’s office to see if they were still in there, arriving just in time as they were heading out. Their faces looked heartbroken, and you couldn’t help but feel bad.

   You called out George’s name and caught his attention. Their sad faces turned bitter in mere seconds at the sight of your Slytherin crest and colors. Harry turned his back to you immediately after seeing you, but George just lingered there.

   Harry went along on his path to the common room, leaving you and George alone. “George-” you started, only to be interrupted. You feared he would say something along the lines of “Why didn’t you stop him?” or “I can’t believe you,” but instead he said, “I know you’re not like them.”

   You couldn’t believe it. You got so much hate from people in other houses because they thought you were just like Pansy or Malfoy, and George, out of all people, actually understood. “What?” you asked. “You’re not like them, all those Slytherins. I saw you try and stop Malfoy, and I get that it was too late to do anything,” he explained.

   You were silent for a good ten seconds. “So-so you don’t hate me?” you asked. “Why would I hate you, if anything I fancy you,” he said with a grin, but immediately changed his facial expression to look as if he regretted saying that. “You…like me?” you asked, feeling your face get hot. “I-I mean it’s nothing, really, I get it if you like people in your own house and stuff,” he said, getting a red tint on his cheeks.

   You laughed. “Me? Like people in my own house? Are you mental?” you crossed your arms. “I guess I am. I mean, I’m mad for you,” he winked. You both chuckled.

   You scanned his face. The effects of the fight were obvious; his lip was swollen and bruised, and so were his knuckles. “Lookin’ at my lip, yeah? Makes me look pretty tough,” he smirked. “Yeah, yeah,” you responded.

   He leaned in and met his lips with yours. You thoughtlessly put your arms around his neck, only to realize how sweaty he was. You could even smell the sweat, his and yours, but you were more focused on the kiss than anything.

   The kiss is intense and passionate, your grip on his shoulders and his on your waist. George pulled away to take a breath, but also to allow himself to say, “So I guess you like me back?” winking. “I guess,” you teased.

I’ve been wanting to share my opinion on this for so long, but I was waitong for a HQ image to come out. I’ll talk by groups, let’s get going!

●Takeru & Hikari:
•The hell are you guys even supposed to be? They have like skates on their feet?? And Takeru totally MADE Hikari wear that messy hat.
•At least their Digimon look cute and the headset is lovely, Hikari’s has Tailmon’s ear and Takeru’s has Patamon’s ear/wing whatever.
•Takeru is so gay in this one I mean to me he already is my gay son (sorry Takari shippers) but this just confirmed it to me.
•I love how Hikari’d wearing her typical colors and the whistle, well done 👏

●Koushiro & Jou:
•My second favorite group in here!!! They’re the nerds of the gang, I think being sort of DJs really fit them.
•Jou looks SO GOOD oh my God he turned out to be one handsome lad like you goo Joooooo!
•Koushiro’s wearing purple ans Jou’s wearing grey - which made me notice the fact that they’re all wearing their crest’s colors!!! So cute.
•Gomamon wins me over EVERYTIME.

●Sora, Mimi and PEGGY (Meiko):
•The three of them look ADORABLE.
•Mimi’s bow just fits her so well I love how her hair looks in here. I don’t like how stiff Sora’s hair looks ugh.
•Sora as the singer, tho!!!! Never saw that one coming, I’m living!!!! I guess Mimi and Meiko are the chorists?
•Piyomon’s wearing a tiny hat and that just melted my heart I can’t stop crying!!!
•Meiko isn’t blushing for once and I adore her beret!
•Again, I love how their shirts’ color match with their crests’. I’m guessing Meiko’s crest is sort of wine-ish?
•Meicoomon with those two lollipops is adorable I usually don’t like her but she looks cute in here.

●Taichi & Yamato:
•First things’ first, why the heck is Taichi the singer when in canon his voice’s awful 😂 really, Toei? Did you think we’d forget??
•They both look so handsome but specially Yamato like OH MY GOD ISHIDA, CAN YOU NOT.
•Agumon looks drunk, is he okay?
•Is Gabumon singing as well??? Can this get any weirder? 😂
•Yamato!!! And his bass!!! I can’t stop staring!!!!
•The fact that Taichi kept his goggles on even with the costume on?? I approve.
•Again, Taichi’s wearing slight orange and Yamato slight blue. Very nice detail!

I loved this whole idea, very fun to see :)

The Senju were immensely wealthy

You can see here that Tajima and Izuna are wearing armor of the same color. It is different from the one Tobirama is wearing, whereas Butsuma is wearing red armor.

Above we see that the Uchiha are not wearing armor, where as the Senju consistently do. Hashirama is very young and is wearing fitted armor - meaning it is just his size - quite unusual.

Above, we see the same, except that only Izuna is wearing armor. Izuna, the person Madara will protect at any cost. From this I gather that armor is valued and desired.

EDIT: When the Uchiha have armor, they don’t have the full armor - the shoulder, arm and forearm pieces are missing for Izuna.

Even more Senju children are wearing fitted armor - not just Hashirama. This is likely 10 - 15 years that we see that the Senju can still afford armor. I say ‘afford’ because when the Uchiha do have armor, it is in a similar style to the Senju - meaning it is likely from the same supplier.

Last but not least. Formal wear for Uchiha looks very similar to what they would wear on the battle field, save for the sash around the waist as opposed to belts. The Senju wear light colored clothes with their crest stitched on it. 

EDIT: Light colored clothes have higher maintenance associated with them, compared to darker colors. This is another show of wealth.

The Uchiha do not have their crest.

Until they have settled into the new village. The Uchiha children are wearing the crest.

And the adults are wearing their crest. We can see here that when the Uchiha decide to no longer listen to Madara, they are wearing their crests.

This image is from Itachi’s narration of Madara’s life story so perhaps it should be taken with a grain of salt but the overall trend is that the Uchiha’s wealth hadn’t been all that much before but it had been waning since Madara became leader. The Uchiha gained a higher quality of life by joining with the Senju. 

This piece is from The Samurai: A Military History



▪ Warrior
▪ Honestly wears his crown more than you’d think
▪ His cloak is wine ( color ref. page )
▪ Crest is burned into his upper, right chest
▪ Refused to be one of those ‘soft’ princes
▪ Not that he isn’t soft
▪ He just believes in the more aggressive side
▪ He doesn’t feel the need to get married
▪ He’s got 16 brothers
▪ Let them do it
▪ Grew up practicing with Taeil
▪ The most skilled swordsman in the Kingdom
▪ Even besting his oldest brother
▪ Smirks after every trial because
▪ ‘It’s not a test, when we already know the result, Father.’
▪ Often goes out to patrol
▪ Accompanied by Charon
▪ His wolf
▪ Often found near the blacksmith
▪ Helping with weapons
▪ And armor
▪ Quiet
▪ Almost mysterious
▪ Doesn’t say much to anyone
▪ Including his family
▪ When it comes to celebrations, and balls
▪ He generally keeps close to the throne
▪ Would most likely be mistaken for a guard if not for how he was dressed
▪ Not to his liking
▪ ‘You, are a prince. Therefor, you will dress like a prince.’ - Taeyong, laying the clothes out for him
▪ ‘I didn’t ask to be a prince.’ - Him
▪ ‘That isn’t my problem, Jeno. Why are you trying to upset mother?!’ - Taeyong
▪ Often gets into fights with his older siblings for not wanting to be a royal
▪ He wants to fight
▪ And help the nation
▪ Not sit inside, watching people die
▪ Expresses his inner thoughts to Jaehyun
▪ Or Mark
▪ Because apparently they are the only ones who will listen
▪ Sneaks out a lot
▪ Has a secret love for nature
▪ ‘It’s pure. Despite the harsh treatment of the world.. It’s truly the only pure thing left.’

Love -
▪ You weren’t supposed to be there
▪ You could have been killed
▪ He knew who you were
▪ You were a servant
▪ He saw you watching all of his trials, pretending the clean something
▪ One day, he caught you around the weaponry
▪ Wielding a sword
▪ One that went crashing to the ground when he stepped out
▪ Arms crossed
▪ ‘Only a Prince should be touching these. What are you doing in here?’ - Him
▪ You nearly fell over, panicking
▪ After all, you didn’t want to end up in more trouble that you had been before
▪ ‘Don’t worry. I can teach you how to fight, if you’d like?’ - Him
▪ You snort
▪ ‘Do you think I need your help?’
▪ Dueling
▪ You practice on each other in the forest
▪ He never imagined actually hurting you
▪ You were on the same level of himself
▪ Unless you faltered
▪ And, he almost decapitated you
▪ Your collar poured blood from where his sword caught the skin
▪ ‘Shit!’
▪ He was furious
▪ ‘You should have blocked better!’ - Him
▪ He’s never yelled at you before
▪ And, now he was beyond angry
▪ You began tearing up as he continued on
▪ Looking down, he finally fell silent
▪ ‘I… I’m sorry- I just- you could have gotten hurt even worse.. and.. it would have been my fault,’
▪ Before you could respond
▪ He continued
▪ ‘I can’t lose the only other thing in the world that makes sense to me. It would be even worse if I lose you to my own hand.’
▪ Despite the tears, and blood
▪ You pushed into his arms
▪ Kissing him deeply
▪ ‘I love you, so much.’ - Him
▪ You took a moment to say it back
▪ He was on cloud 9
▪ The family knew
▪ They weren’t blind
▪ Plus, when the two youngest come to the throne room screaming about what they’d seen
▪ You lived in the palace from then on, in his room
▪ You knew you’d have to be patient when he went to war
▪ You only hoped he’d soon return
▪ Or, return at all

a/n - kind of want to turn the ending into an angst scenario…..
Also, this is for the anon requesters, as well as the lovely @jeno-xoxo ; vnv

Galra analysis - part 1 - generics


I can’t really hide my love for Galras anymore and since I’m drawing them a bit (a lot more in the future, yeaas) I need some down-to-earth flatly objective and compulsory depiction of them (also because I’m personally pretty thorough and obsessive with accuracy and avoiding OOCness and I like analysing stuff). Since I could find no compilation about this, I made it myself. Hohohoho!

This is based on the show only; no comics here, I know it’s considered canon but it’s so freaking bad I can’t bring myself to refer to it, also the show got the whole team working on it and thus is a far better reference.
There is NO headcanons here, this are only facts and stuff that happened in the show. It’s meant as an objective source of informations. So no shipping, imaginary past, fairy dust or whatever. I don’t claim I’m right about anything, I’m simply compiling existing datas.

And of course, if this helps you with anything, refer yourself to it as much as you’d like.

EDIT: corrections in tabs!

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anonymous asked:

most insects have something going on to attract mates psychically. like ornate coloring or crests or what have you. what if the liaison was totally obliv to the social implications and casually complimenting bugformers on things that get them mad flustered. "you know, starscream, your wings look absolutely iridescent tonight :)"

( Melly’s Mod Notes: AND WE’RE SUDDENLY BACK TO THE BUGFORMERS AU HEY GUYS. Oh my gosh these poor horny bugs. Let them bust a nut in peace, traveler.

For this one I’ll be doing this as a sort of who’s who on how certain characters will react to it. Let it be known that Starscream will make an appearance here since the example compliment is amazing I’m giggling here anon. )

Who will be flustered

While he knows his antennas are very fluffy and cute and his colours are striking, having the traveler taking the time to actually say his antennas are fluffy and his colours are cute causes Tailgate to become very flustered. He immediately hides his head against Cyclonus’ abdomen; Tailgate’s wings fluttering about in bashfulness and a subconscious attempt to show off more of his features to a potential mate. He can’t even speak. At least in a language the traveler understands. All he does is chitter and chirrup in what the traveler thinks is thanks. (Cyclonus, later one, pulls the traveler aside to explain they basically made a pass to Tailgate and should clear that up if that’s not what they intended. Just in case.)

His appearance is intimidating for most due to the colouring of his armour and how sharp his horns are. Never once has Fort Max heard a sincere (and flirty) compliment being paid to him when it comes to his looks. He can’t help himself but mark them with his scent when they approach him and gush about how they think his colouring is fantastic and wonderful. The traveler has no idea what he just did but everyone else around him - mainly Red Alert and Cerebros - look at him in shock for the bold move. The poor beetle has to retreat and comes back out to apologise and explain what he had done. The traveler, for their part, apologises for the misunderstanding and it’s back to normal after an awkward day or two. (Though the traveler now notices that Max can’t help but show off his strength and build if he’s helping with activities at the Luna-1 colony and they happen to be around to see him.)

Poor Ambulon is not used to anyone complimenting his looks. No one has ever said anything about his looks unless it was meant to make a point or to hurl an insult at him for switching his major colony some time ago. He’s not the flashiest looking bug around since he’s a simple worker ant and is a little unsure if the traveler is being sincere with their words or not. When it’s clear by their sweet smile and kind eyes that they are he’s… he’s very flustered and shy? Like?? Oh no does he attempt to court them now or…??? He manages to blurt out a thank you and a maybe compliment - w-well i think you seem positively divine today - before he opts to abscond back to his hill. This poor little ant needs time to process what happened okay?? Leave him be.

Who will be suspicious (but horny)

This is absolutely Starscream’s first reaction to the traveler when they note aloud how pretty his wings are. Of course his wings are iridescent in the glow of moonlight and bonfires! Only a fool wouldn’t notice the delicate, gossamer-like details of his wings thanks. They must be a fool since this is the first time they so much as mentioned it to him. Oh he doesn’t want to but he might as well show off his wings and the patterns off so they have better things to say than just iridescent. The traveler wonders what on earth they got themselves as the comet/Io-like moth begins to preen in front of them. All the while Starscream’s trinemates, Skywarp and Thundercracker, look at each other and sigh in exasperation. By the light of Primus is Starscream thirsty for the human.

Ratchet narrows his eyes and shoo them away ASAP before the traveler makes a bigger fool of themselves. After that he sequesters himself in his nest to fight off the urges to track the traveler down and try to make with them. He’s been around them long enough to know they don’t get the intricacies of how courting rituals work here on Cybertron. He knows that but you try telling his biological processes that as he vividly remembers their scent, their softness. Of all the days for them to make an accidental come on to him is the day his mating season kicks off. Why is this his life.

Knowing that Optimus has the traveler under his protection and is very protective of them, Megatron wonders if the human is trying to tempt him as some cruel prank or bait him into a trap of some sorts. Surely the Prime has taken time to explain to the traveler about the social norms of Cybertron… right? He simply squints at the human, giving them a long and hard stare while trying to keep his wings from buzzing from excitement at the praise and ignoring the intrusive thoughts of how he could repay their sweet words. The human now regrets saying anything about his horns goodness gracious it looks like he wants to eat them or something.

Who will be determined, more than ever, to bang the human

Having made his feelings clear for them the first time they met, Rodimus is over the moon to have the traveler finally respond to his little mating dances and extravagant lightshows. So what if they only said they thought of his displays as ‘impressive’ and nothing more? It means they’re paying attention to his attempts! That’s progress! He’ll give back compliments in return, flirting with them outrageously and making his interest in them very clear. If they ever need a place to bunk when they’re at the Lost Light colony, his nest is alway open wink-wink nudge-nudge flick-flick. (Similarly to Tailgate and Cyclonus, Drift will pull the traveler aside to explain what’s going on.)

Shocked that they’re so forward, but pleased all the same, Swerve will be extra charming after they call him ‘cute’ and actually reach out to try and pinch his cheek. He’s very shy but my goodness does he give it his all to impress the traveler. He goes out of his way to get them cute little gifts like sweet berries and medicinal herbs when they drop by his bar, paying them compliments that he hopes will make them smile. He goes as far to learn how to make lemonade or iced herbal tea, whichever the traveler likes more, when recalling the traveler’s stories of their home and how they missed that drink a lot. Since Swerve’s courting is the most obvious, and hands down the most charming, he’s the most likely one in this category to actually get together with the traveler. What a lucky Bugbot we have here.

Starscream is back on this listen. Listen. He’s just not used to anyone being sincere in their compliments when it comes to his wings. In fact that’s usually the first thing the other Insectitrons go for when making an insult at him. So having the human admit his best features are his best features is a shock. Then it makes him (grudgingly!!!) admit that they are pretty in their own fleshy way and it wouldn’t hurt to see if the rumours of them being a potential broodmate is true. It’s kind of unfortunate that his version of courting is mostly insulting the human’s friends to show he’s a better mate for them and making comments about how their hips indicate a fortunate ability to carry his future hatchlings. Starscream what the fuck that isn’t cool on Cybertron what makes you think that’s cool to them??


Originally posted by nctinfo

· His cloak color is Boysenberry ( check our color reference page )
· His crest is on his left shoulder blade
· The cleanest prince
·  His room is the most organized room in the castle
·  It’s even more organized than the kitchen
· Actually he organized the kitchen himself
· Constantly checks on the servants
·  Because he’s afraid they will misplace something
· Or he’s afraid they won’t clean something well enough
· Looks scary and mean
· But is actually a softie
· Wouldn’t hurt anyone
· Except yuta
· Yuta asks for it tbh
· “If you touch my crown one more time-“ – Him
· “What? What are you gonna do? Hit me in the face with your invisible fist? You won’t hit me” – Yuta
· Actually ends up hitting yuta In the face with a book
· “This is why you shouldn’t underestimate me” – Him
· Likes to be alone
· Because being alone helps him think
· Is always overwhelmed with things
· Passionate about dancing and teaching the local civilians how to dance
· Has his own dance class
· Often feels misunderstood
· Confident when it comes to his looks
· Very nice and caring towards everyone
· Likes to take pictures of nature
· Which is why his room has the best view of the landscape
· Perfectionist
· Hates germs with a passions
· Washes his hands 8 to 10 times a day
· Bites his nails out of habit
· Likes to lay out in the grass and star up at the stars when everyone else Is asleep
· It gives him time to truly appreciate everything he has

· You were a servant
· You misplaced one spoon
· And never heard the end of it
· He watched you like a hawk
· Over time noticed how sweet
· Beautiful
· Charming-
· “Gah, stop it’re a prince- you need a princess” - himself to himself
· Constantly biting his lips around you because
· Damn she’s so perfect
· Gives you the cold shoulder
· But only because he doesn’t want to have feelings for you
· So he tries to ignore his feelings
· You soon notice that he started to ignore you And you were actually quite upset
· You soon were able to get him alone in the royal garden
· “Why are you avoiding me? And for a minute I thought you actually cared about me” - you
· And at that moment
· Taeyongs walls fell down and he turned into a puddle
· Because he saw a single tear fall down your cheek
· “Wait don’t cry..” - him
· He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away
· “You do care about me after all..” - You
· Taeyong sighed playfully
· “I care about you But not THAT much” - him
· Which resulted in you laughing your ass off
· Because you knew that was complete bull
· You then started laughing and poking him
· “Yeah sure, I literally feel you stare at me” - You
· He tried to stop smiling but he couldn’t seem to
· “It’s not my fault you’re so precious” - Him