Sushi Tushi

As always an excellent work of @isdantah. She managed to capture all the tension of the scene that I tried to put in writing and, as always, did an excellent job!!

Ratchet abandons the companions during a direct Decepticon attack on the Ark causing Ultra Magnus' fury that, by destroying the doctor's bedroom door, the only place that was soundproofing, Magnus brought the biggest secret to Ratchet: he is a Sire of a young Seekerling tricolor he created inside the Ark for years without anyone finding out, which causes shock among the Autobots, especially in Optimus Prime who had no idea that Ratchet was a Sire. Years of secrecy came to light because of an act of rage by Ultra Magnus that, without knowing it, ended up generating a sequence in chains

I call it Ghosts AU.

Set after the end of TFOne, everybody is trying to pick up the pieces and figure out what comes next. Optimus is struggling with leadership and feeling isolated from his friends and still mourning the way his relationship fell apart with D-16. He also can't shake the feeling that more people knew about Sentinel's deception than they thought —especially so when someone breaks Airachnid out of custody and she disappears into the night with Sentinel's mangled corpse within days of the fallout— but he can't prove anything. It does make him anxious to trust in the members of the governing body, not until he can prove that they are above suspicion.

Following Elita's advice, Optimus tasks those he trusts the most to hold the fort for a while —Prowl, Elita and Jazz to handle reorganizing their society along new, better principles and Bee to investigate who stole Sentinel's corpse and why— and goes into solitary meditation to get in touch with the Matrix. Unexpectedly, this idea bears fruit: the Matrix grants him a connection to the ghost of Zeta Prime, who starts acting as a confidante and mentor to the young Prime. Optimus quickly comes to rely on the ghost, but it's fine. Zeta is uniquely qualified to advise him on his new position and his new duties, to coach him through the hurdles of leadership like nobody else can, to teach him everything he needs to be to live up to the expectations of his new station and more. So much more.

At the same time, Bee teams up with Ratchet, the medic having noticed something in Sentinel's body when he briefly scanned it after the battle. Though he doesn't know what exactly was wrong with Sentinel, he is not constructed like a normal mech. There is something nasty lurking under the surface, something they must uncover if they want to have any hope of finding out what happened. Together with Bee they dig into the history of the city, the war and the Primes, working against time because as Elita and her team try and silence the dissent and doubt rising up against an absent, untested and untrained Prime, fewer and fewer mecha are willing to speak to them and their leads dry up one after another when the bots who should hold the answers are cast out to the surface on suspicions of conspiring with Sentinel or spying for Megatron or the Quintessons. They are chasing after ghosts that slip out of their reach every time they come close to uncovering the truth.

Megatron is not having a good time either. Their base is discovered by the Quintessons, forcing them on the run, leaving him no time to mourn Orion. Worn down by the constant fighting, they try to escape yet another Quintesson attack by cutting through an old battlefield, hoping that the Quints would lose their trail among the wrecked starships when someone —something— unexpectedly comes to their rescue. The Damocles is an old ship; heavily armed and armored, its central AI infuriatingly opinionated and headstrong, but like all other ships of its make, it can't function independently. It needs a crew and they need a base. In the newfound safety of their temperamental flying fortress, Megatron can finally take the time to mourn the bridges he had burned, and in his sorrow he finds support where he least expected it: in his dreams and his lonely hours, Megatronus Prime appears before him, offering him support.

Hey, nonny!

I'm super flattered that you think so! I'll think about it more when the story is closer to wrapping up, but I think probably not?

In the "print edition" I'm making for myself and friends I haven't touched the chapter formatting or lengths at all—in fact, you could argue that it's even a bit lesser than the fic version, because I have removed all the author's notes. I'm giving the story a very light edit (mostly fixing a few leftover typos, making all the —s consistent and a few small changes in the text itself) that I will eventually implement for the ao3 fic too eventually, so when the story is wrapped up, you'll be able to download the same text and typeset/format it to however you please.

pastel seekers all together 💖💙💜

i wanted to draw them with soft colors and make them into charms, and they turned out absolutely perfect ✨

VHS — permanent marker on paper, 23 × 30 inches, 2010

Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.

So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.

But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.

It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?

So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:

Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.

And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.

So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".

So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.

My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.

Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.

Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.

Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).

Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues

According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.

Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.

For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.

Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life

Aaand a close-up:

HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE

This is absolutely how it works in Texas