Fate Rewired

Move is underway. All necessary posts have been queued on the new @fate-rewired. This blog (in particular) will be moved under my archived main at some point today.

If you would like to keep interacting with the muses from here, please head to @fate-rewired. Danke!

I haven't completed the move, but I'm certainly prepared. If the blog is still shadowbanned when I wake up tomorrow,...then I'll complete the move.

Crater my blogs, Dumblr- I'll just keep remakin' 'em.

@sarii-sumdac asked:

Swindle is getting snowballed now.

[Merry Christmas 2025 || Accepting!]

He felt it. The first smack of a snowball against his plating. Initially, he'd thought it Haven- until the memory hit him that they absolutely hated touching snow with their hands- or even with gloves. He paused, helm turning to spot the small offender- Sari. The Autobots' little human pet ally.

Well, he didn't want to end up with that backwater road salt anywhere on his framework (at least, not more than necessary for helping Haven), so....his forcefield generator kicked on. Wreathed in light purple, a hum rumbling from his vocoder as he took a step closer to the kid.

"A sneak attack, a most excellent idea! Though, it doesn't work for long with a weak attack,...and when your enemy has a forcefield." He chuckled. It wasn't like he could retaliate, what with the mistletoe still overseeing his every action. He moved, allowing the forcefield to (briefly) disconnect around one servo so he could move to pat the kid. If his plating got pelted by snow during,...so be it. "Still! Not a bad strategy, miss Sari!"

@dollofiacon asked:

Mourningstar arrives bearing a gift, the gift of Christmas foods made safe for Cybertronians to eat! Four dishes made with love and care, and consideration for the flavor combinations. Soft, whipped Silicone Merveilleux rolled in gold and silver powder; a Yule log made with fluffy mineral wool, silicone cream, lead and cadmium ganache and topped with garnet beads and gold leaf; sweet-tangy, crunchy Crystal Plums coated in amethysts and rose quarts, with a soft Energon gummy, and mixed powdered ore and chopped nuts and bolts flesh, and chromium nut in the middle; finally there was a big, hearty Iron Ham on a chromium calcium-filled bone.

[For Swindle, and Shatter Prime]

Of course, she wouldn't dare leave out their other halves! Mourningstar had gotten the hang of making portion sizes do humans, even if it was quite a challenge. It was worth it to at least make sure Haven, and Aether(?, couldn't quite recall if he could eat Cybertronian fuels or not) didn't go hungry.

[Merry Christmas 2025! || Accepting!]

Unexpected, but not altogether unwelcome.- Swindle had greeted her with a smirk of a smile- a (brief) side-hug- optics light.

"Hello, Mourningstar...yet another taste test? Or are you perhaps here to celebrate the festivities?" Swindle's ship had been sparsely decorated, with tiny strings of human-sized lights hanging through the corridors, an ornament or two strung along every here-and-there. It wouldn't be long before he'd find himself pulled to the crystal plums, taking a bite and feeling it crunch against his denta. Her presentation had certainly improved from the first thing she'd offered- at this point, each time she dropped by with a treat in-servo, it nearly felt like he was staying at some resort and had gotten room service.

"You'll have to wait for our gifts, but for now! How about a game? I brought some Plus Ultraaaa~!" Haven couldn't eat the offered snacks (not even the human-sized portions), but they didn't mind one way or the other. They held up their tiny board game with a beaming grin- hoping to have a few players.

Though they didn't doubt their own mistletoe would magnetize soon- so, they took the opportunity (while Mourning was hopefully still) to bump their head up against her leg. Playful and light.

[Meanwhile, in another universe...]

He'd been wondering why Mourningstar would drift by his habsuite so early in the solar cycle- it would seem, as his optics landed on the treats, that he had his answer.

"Did you- make all this?" His question was far from incredulous or disgusted- moreso just entirely surprised. But he'd not turn down a chance to munch on a yule log- though he made utterly certain he was leaning off the berth so he'd not risk getting crumbs on the fabric. "This is delicious,....!!! Thank you!" He briefly stood, as did Aether- a hug from the mech (to the side, so as not to squish Mourning's treats), and a helm-pat from Aether before they were upon the food she'd offered.

Aether, for their part, had kidnapped a small portion off the iron ham. The moment they had it, they'd retreated towards their little 'house' corner of the berthroom, though the metal at the edge did briefly shimmer, raising to form the words 'thank you'- though they weren't in Cybertronian.

"Aether says 'thank you'." Shatter chuckled. "Care to join us for this little feast?" Though it'd probably only be a few kliks at best- after all, he had patrols today.

Dash Game: Music Favorites

Put your music library on shuffle, then put the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote on which one they like best.

Tagged by: Stole off my other-main's dash. Tagging: You saw this, wanna do it? Go wild!

Anonymous asked:

[M!A] You've heard the whispers, haven't you? About an unexpected illness that has infiltrated the community, infecting both mechanoids and organics. The Mistletoe Virus. And you thought that it wouldn't reach you, didn't you?

You blink once... and suddenly, you've gained a companion—a sprig of mistletoe, with its ice-dusted leaves and snow-white berries, decorated in a bright scarlet ribbon and hovering a tiny distance from your forehelm!

Hastily, you attempt to grab it, swat at it, but... your servo phrases right through it!? You watch in astonishment as the sprig of mistletoe explodes into glimmering digital fragments… before they swiftly rearrange themselves back into its original shape.

Until the end of the day 12/25, you will be accompanied by an untouchable, indestructible mistletoe, leaving you open to receive holiday affection (kisses; hugs; nuzzles; gropes; helm bunting; etc.) from allies and enemies alike!

THE RULES:

No Violence! Respect the Mistletoe Or Else

Should you attempt to retaliate with violence, you will be compelled to channel your aggression into more passionate / sensual contact. (e.g. If you attempt to bite during a kiss, you will be compelled to deepen the kiss. If you attempt to punch the other individual, you will be compelled to leisurely touch their frame.)So, be nice! Or you'll find yourself getting a little naughty.

The Mistletoe Will Not Be Denied

Do you have a retractable mask? It no longer closes now! Do you have a place that you could disappear to and wait this out? Now you've been barred entrance to it! You cannot hide!

When Mistletoes Collide

Should you cross paths with another individual infected with the Mistletoe Virus, you have sixty [60] seconds to approach them on your own.If you refuse to do so (or you attempt to run away), the mistletoes will become magnetized, and you will be forced to close the distance. You will not be able to separate from each other until you've shown one another some form of affection!

Remember, the Mistletoe Virus...

IS A VIRUS! So, be certain to spread it all around the community, editing it as you see fit! 🌿💋

[Mistletoe Virus. || Accepting!]

Shatter's internals stuttered as his optics came online that morning, only to spot a certain piece of foliage over his helm- one that matched to the piece of foliage now resting overtop his other half's head. It didn't take long for the whisper of the rules to cross his processor- realizing that his week had just taken a turn for the more embarrassing.

"At least there's nothing against warning people..." Though he could already guess that, of everyone, his other would probably be 'coincidentally' crossing paths with him as often as possible. For now, he let a servo slide to cover their tiny frame- gently pressing them closer to his chassis and letting out a quiet vent of atmosphere.

This was going to be a long week.

[OOC]

All muses have been infected with the Mistletoe Virus! Be careful, you may receive an unexpected hug or helm-bump!

"Hot damn, can't wait to see how this'll turn out!"

"And what would you do if I was afflicted?"

"I'm your soulmate, and if it weren't for my anxiety, I'd be all over you every time I saw you. Tag on that weird virus goin' around. You do the math." Shatter's faceplates flushed a deep blue. "Exactly."

"Listen I don't need a reason to want to kill an old man."

"I need a body-burying buddy!"

"How about some cookies, instead...?"

"...sure!"

Thank Primus.

So, fate-rewired got shadowbanned.

Hopefully that gets resolved before the night of the party.

If it doesn't, then I'll just post reactions from fate-rewired's muses over on fate-called (since it'll be a fast-paced evening and they'd get lost in the shuffle otherwise).

Gonna try to fight Dumblr back on the shadowban, but if it lasts too long...gonna kill a bitch. I'll give it until the turn of New Year's, if not a bit later.

For now, if you get a 'shadow notification', that was probably a response from me! If need be, I'll send out DMs when I can about replies I've posted (post-shadowban) since I doubt people will get proper warnings.

A small list of things, since I'm shadowbanned here (for now):

Please direct asks for fate-rewired to fate-called (or the sideblog) until this is resolved (specify that they're for fate-rewired, I'll answer them here).

If you need to message me, yet again, either send messages to fate-called or the sideblog (or DM me on Discord, if you have that).

Any takers to join me in committing a few murders in rage? Yay? Nay?

Shatter's consciousness wormed its way back to the rising of the sun. His optics shuttered for a moment, not wanting (quite yet) to come online for the solar cycle.

Ktnk.

Restrained. Not in a way that was unfamiliar, feeling slithering cabling dragging along his plating. His optics came back online, helm able to tilt just enough to spot the tiny frame sitting atop his chassis.

"...something happen?"

They offered no verbal reply. The cabling holding Shatter down pulled back- disappearing back into the floors and walls it had formed from. Shatter's servos moved, cupping his tiny other so he could properly sit up.

"...alright...how about breakfast?" A low hum of a noise was his answer. One of those cycles... He shifted to the edge of the berth, and stood up.

~~ Shut Down? ~~ Confirmation echoed over the bond- faint and exhausted. He pulled them a little closer to his chassis, plating brushing up against his own frame. Nothing to do but go about his solar cycle...but it would seem he'd be going through it with a tiny shadow, this round. (Moreso than usual, anyway.)