Hi

Meimei you sillyoose what did you dooooo

I decided to do her predocon design. Tell me what you guys think. I did both versions

The same fate

I love this serie With all My heart

Oh, how time flew by! Good for them! Good for them!

the official arachnus design for left at the edge of the Well!

Heaven’s Youth Pavilion

The Youth Pavilion in Heaven was a pastel-colored oasis of absolute serenity, a sharp contrast to the chaotic, neon-drenched reality of the world below. But even in paradise, the shadows of Earth left lingering marks.

Adam was taking his usual rounds through the children's care section. Despite his vulgar, golden-winged, frat-boy persona, the First Man had an fierce, unyielding soft spot for the kids. It always hit him right in the chest how many of these little souls never even got a fair shot at life. The sprawling facility was divided neatly by age groups—infants, toddlers, preschool, and elementary. Some kids had their regular heavenly families and were just here for afternoon recreation, while others were entirely on their own. The older kids, the middle schoolers and teenagers, had their own dedicated housing further up the golden hills, which Adam made a point to crash from time to time to hand out snacks and play guitar.

Right now, Emily was leading an arts and crafts project at a low, star-shaped table. Her halo spun with anxious, happy energy as she looked up and spotted Adam leaning against the doorway, chewing on a piece of heavenly jerky.

"Oh! Adam, you're here!" Emily beamed, her voice a sing-song chime. "We were just in the middle of making macaroni collages of the children's relatives back on Earth."

Adam tossed the rest of the jerky into his mouth and walked over, his heavy boots making soft thuds against the cloud-woven carpets. "Sup, Em. Are my favorites all here today? JonBenet*, Judith**, Amber***, Dantrell****, Carol*****—the whole VIP crew?"

Emily nodded softly, her bright eyes dipping with a brief flash of solemnity. "Yep. They’re all playing over by the glitter station."

"Any new faces?" Adam asked. Beneath his casual grin was a secret, heavy mix of holy anger and genuine curiosity about whatever new kid had been cheated out of a life.

"Oh, quite a few," Emily murmured, gesturing toward a small table in the corner. "There's a boy named Gabriel here. He's right over there. Poor dear endured so much during his time on Earth... I'm just glad he's finally thriving here, making new friends."

Adam shifted his weight, his golden wings tucking tightly against his back as he moved over to where the young boy was meticulously gluing paper cutouts together. Pop-punk music drifted faintly from Adam's golden headphones as he slid into a tiny plastic chair, doing his best to bring his imposing, angelic frame down to absolute eye level with the young soul.

"Hi, Gabe," Adam said, offering a surprisingly sincere, gap-toothed smile that lacked any of his usual smugness. "My name's Adam. But hey, if you want, you can call me Papa Adam, Mr. Adam, Grandad Adam... or if you're Jewish, Abba Adam. Whatever floats your boat, kiddo."

Gabe looked up, his wide eyes blinking before a bright, tentative smile broke across his face. "Hi, Papa Adam! I'm glad you came today. I'm just finishing up a picture. In fact, I made three pictures of all my relatives back on earth."

Adam leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees to inspect the crayon drawings. There was a crude sketch of two men standing together, another of two grandparents, and one lone, heavily scribbled picture of a woman that immediately gave the First Man an ugly, familiar vibe.

"Hmm," Adam grunted, keeping his tone light. "Can you tell me a little bit about them, buddy?"

"This is Uncle Michael and Uncle David," Gabe explained, pointing his small finger at the first drawing. "I lived with them when I was a baby, until I went to go live with my grandma and grandpa. I don't know why they didn't want me living with them anymore, but it was fun being with my grandpa and grandma, too."

Then, the boy's face turned glum, his shoulders slumping. Adam’s golden eyes narrowed slightly. He knew the look. After eons of presiding over human souls, he knew the telltale signs of a child who had survived absolute horror. It was the darkest part of his job—a sickening reminder of the so-called "gift" of free will that Lucifer had unleashed upon the universe. In Adam's eyes, that skinny, apple-loving loser had damned innocents like Gabe to pay the price for demonic temptations.

Gabe turned his finger to the last picture, the crayon lines thick and dark around the woman. "Then I went to live with my mom and her boyfriend. My mom and her boyfriend were mean to me a lot, Papa Adam. They used to beat me up, burn me, force me to eat nasty stuff, shoot a gun near me... they forced me to sleep in a locked cabinet tied up, and made me wear girl clothes."

A tear rolled down Gabe's cheek, smudging the blue crayon on the paper.

"They... they laughed at me while they did it," Gabe whimpered, his voice cracking. "I remember them hating me because they thought I was gay or something. I don't know what being gay is. Is it bad? If I wasn't, would my mom and her boyfriend love me? Would they not do all those mean things to me, or get so mad when I didn't tidy up my toys, they—"

Gabe choked on his own words, breaking down into heavy, ragged sobs. The sudden burst of crying made the other children stop their gluing, their small faces turning toward the corner. Across the room, Emily’s halo flared with deep worry.

"Gabe? Oh, sweetie, are you okay?" Emily asked, taking a step forward. "If it's too much, we can go into the quiet corner for some rest time, okay?"

Adam stood up, his massive shadow blocking out the harsh light of the room as he stepped between Gabe and the rest of the class. He looked back at Emily over his shoulder. "Let me handle this one, Em."

Without another word, Adam knelt back down and scooped Gabe into a massive, warm embrace. His golden wings flared out, wrapping completely around the boy like a protective, holy shield, shutting out the rest of the universe. It was a foreign kind of warmth for a kid who had known nothing but cold cabinets and cruel laughter.

"Listen to me, Gabe," Adam muttered, his voice echoing with a deep, resonant authority that was entirely comforting. "There are tons of adults up here in Heaven who are gay, and they are awesome, top-tier people. Your mom and her boyfriend? They hated you because they were ignorant, pathetic, cruel monsters. And they took that cruelty out on you. The only bad ones in this story are them. Bad people like that don't deserve an incredible kid like you. Period."

Beneath the steady rise and fall of his chest, Adam’s heart was hammering with absolute, unadulterated rage. He was forcing his own composure down with everything he had, keeping his holy light from flaring out and scaring the boy. He wanted to rip something apart. He wanted to tear down the fabric of the sky. Millions of these stories had piled up over the eons, and every single one ate at his soul. It made him want to drag Lucifer out by his pristine white coat and scream in his face. This is your grand design? This is the free will you defended while calling me the villain?

Gabe buried his face deeper into Adam's shoulder, his little hands gripping the golden trim of Adam's robes. "You know, Papa Adam... even after everything mommy did to me... I still love her. I don't know why. I just still love her."

The words hit Adam like a physical blow to the chest. He went entirely still. It was a complex, sickeningly beautiful, agonizing feeling that he understood better than anyone else in existence. He thought of Earth. He thought of Abel, the golden son, and then he thought of Cain. He remembered the fury, the blood on the soil, and the millennia of anger he carried for his oldest son's descent into darkness. And yet, despite the sin, despite the centuries of absolute hatred for what Cain had done... the stubborn, unyielding love of a father had never truly died.

"Yeah," Adam whispered, his throat tightening as he squeezed the boy a little closer. "Yeah, kiddo. Sometimes we all have that feeling. It sucks, but I get it."

Adam shifted his grip, effortlessly lifting Gabe up into his arms. He looked over at Emily, his expression hard but his eyes softened by a deep, protective instinct.

"You don't mind if me and the little guy take a break in the quiet corner, right?"

Emily nodded quickly, her hands clasped over her heart, a sympathetic, tearful look in her eyes. "Of course, Adam. Take all the time he needs."

The Quiet Corner

The quiet corner was a secluded alcove tucked away from the main activity rooms, shielded by thick, iridescent drapes that absorbed the ambient noise of the pavilion. It was filled with massive, cloud-stuffed cushions that molded perfectly to anyone who sat in them.

Adam carried Gabe inside, sinking heavily into the plush fabric. He didn't put the boy down; he just held him against his chest, resting his large, gloved hand on the back of Gabe's head while his golden wings remained draped around them like a tent.

"If I had the power," Adam growled under his breath, his eyes glowing an intense, volatile gold as he stared blankly into the soft fabric of the drapes, "I would personally march down into that pit. I'd find every single damn hellspawn, every single piece-of-shit human sinner who ever put their hands on a kid, and I'd erase them from existence."

His thoughts drifted with vicious accuracy toward the pride ring of Hell. He thought of his ex-wife Lilith, sitting down there in whatever dark palace she inhabited, and that smug, short king of a husband she had taken. They thought they knew righteousness. They thought Heaven was rigid and cruel.

They don't see this, Adam thought, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth ground together. They don't hold the pieces of what their precious world breaks. I will find a way. I'm going to make them bleed for every single hurt soul like Gabe. I will revel in it.

"Papa Adam?" Gabe whispered, his voice incredibly small, breaking the First Man out of his spiral of holy vengeance.

Adam immediately snapped out of it, the golden glow in his eyes softening back to a warm, amber light. He looked down, smoothing a stray lock of hair away from Gabe's forehead.

"Yeah, buddy? I'm right here."

"Are there toys in the quiet corner?"

A small, genuine laugh escaped Adam’s throat—a rare, gentle sound. "Kid, this is Heaven. We have the best toys in the multiverse. You want a racecar that actually flies? A plush dragon that breathes real sparkles? Just say the word."

Gabe sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve, but a tiny, genuine smile finally crept back onto his face. "Can I have a spaceship? A shiny blue one?"

Adam snapped his fingers, and a small, perfectly crafted toy spaceship materialized in his hand, glowing with a soft, harmless holy light. He handed it over to the boy.

"There you go, captain," Adam said softly, leaning his head back against the cushions as Gabe began to quietly fly the ship through the air, making soft whoosh noises against Adam's shoulder.

The anger didn't leave Adam's chest—it never truly did—but as he sat there in the quiet, acting as a shield for one small, resilient soul, the First Man knew exactly what he was fighting for. Hell could call him a monster all they wanted. Down there, they ruled over the wicked. Up here, he protected the innocent. And he would gladly burn the world to keep it that way.

[Rip Gabriel Hernandez]

*Jonbenet Ramsey: Murdered child pageant participant. Case is still unsolved to this day.

** Judith Barsi: Murdered child actress who voiced Ducky in Land Before Time and Anne Marie in All Dogs Go To Heaven.

*** Amber Hagerman : Abducted and murdered child which caused the creation of the Amber alert.

*** Dantrell Davis: Child who lived in Cabrini Green who was shot by a shooting between two rival gangs while walking with his mother.

Can we take a moment to appreciate all the female transformers in the Animated universe?

Of course we have; Sari, one of the best kid characters the series has ever given us, Blackarachnia/Elita-1, a tragic character with her own agenda, Arcee who plays a major role in Project Omega, and Slipstream, Starscream’s mysterious female clone.

But we also have characters like:

Strika: Megatron’s chosen “General of Destruction”, Leader of Team Chaar, and Lugnut’s consort (who knew Lugnut was part royalty? XD). She lives for war, and with her perfect mixture of immense strength and brilliant military tactical mind, Strika is indeed a dangerous foe.

Red Alert: Though top of her class in Protihex Medical Mechnical, Red Alert’s bedside manners leaves something to be desired. She did develop a cure for Gold Plastic Syndrome, and lost her servo to a Decepticon booby trap, replacing it with a Transfer Interlink. These days, she serves as field medic for Rodimus Prime’s team (and she was originally supposed to be part of the main cast, until the writers replaced her with Ratchet.).

And Flashpoint: A search-and-rescue worker, who works under Fixit in the Rescue Patrol, Flashpoint doesn’t hesitate to put her own spark in danger if it means helping others. She is also an instructor, teaching medics like Minerva.

Chromia: A forensic accountant who is harder than nails and will chew out anyone who crosses her. She also likes collecting Furnacian pottery and having a drink at Maccadam’s.

Minerva: Having been trained as a medic by Fixit, Minerva was then dispatched to Earth so she could gain essential field experience under Ratchet’s tutelage. Only to steer of course and crash land in Canada, where she scanned a Japanese car as her chosen vehicle mode.

Drag Strip: A Decepticon who wields two laser swords, she is part of Team Stunticons, tasked with breaking Megatron out of prison (and grudgingly playing the role of damsel in distress in their fake stunt show.).

And Nightbeat: A young and inexperience detective with some raw talent and incredible insight.

Override Prime: Marking the first official female Prime to exist within the series, Override Prime, along with 11 other autobots, played key roles in Project Omega. During the Great War, Override Prime was chosen to pilot, Kappa Supreme, and presumably went offline after Blitzwing destroyed her ship, while she was protecting a supply convoy. Since Arcee never got the chance to transfer her activation codes over to Omega Supreme, this makes Override Prime the only female out of the 12 pilots.

Kappa Supreme: Codename designation, Chromia X, Kappa Supreme was the eleventh, and only female Omega Sentinel. She was bonded to Override Prime and eventually destroyed by Blitzwing, while trying to escort a supply convoy. She provided them with enough time to escape, though whether or not Override Prime went offline with her is unknown.

Rosanna/Flip Sides: Is an popular autobot singer who likes to collect various cybernetic animals. Though, she may or may not be the Decepticon Spy, Flip Sides that Blurr was trying to track down (assuming of course that Rosanna is even aware that she might be a spy…).

Lickty-Split: A waitress at Maccadam’s Old Oil House, who wants to quit her job and win a Golden Disk in the Tour de Orgenon.

And Lightbright: A search and rescue bot who can transform into a dual-purpose hovercraft/submersible. Her powerful lights and size allow her to scour small and tight places that other crafts can’t get to.

Botanica: A member of the Autobot High Council and a skilled botanist who cleared a Morphobot infestation on Daffodil II, Botanica has quite the social standing, but many have questioned her decision to be in a relationship with Rattletrap, a dirt rat who deals in illegal services.

Flareup: A bot with a southern accent, a fondness for explosives, and kicking decepticon skidplate. Flareup originally trained in search-and-rescue, back in boot camp, but now works in demolition; tearing through Decepticons, and even blowing up a communication tower. She’s currently in a relationship with Warpath.

Glyph: A researcher who specializes in archaeometry, but is a bit of a wallflower, as she’s normally seen far too engrossed in her data files than making friends. She is however close friends with Tap-Out, who in turn is very protective of her (especially when around her ex-boyfriend).

Road Rage: An Autobot Bounty hunter who isn’t in it for the credits, but solely to bring criminals to justice. To help her in her crusade are her Trilenial sensors, which allow her to detect when her quarry is armed. She may also be acquainted with Excellion and Glyph.

Clipper and Antagony: An Autobot and Decpeticon, respectively, who like drinking at Maccadam’s and have their faces on the menu.

Sureshock: A mini-con who works as a guard inside the Trypticon Prison, making sure Decepticon prisoners, like Megatron, don’t escape.

Wingthing: One of Soundwave’s many prototypes. She screams. A lot.

And last but not least, the transformers who were officially named in-universe, but never had any artwork of them.

Quickslinger: Though Quickslinger may be slow at most thing, she’s fast on the draw. She attended boot camp with Hot Rod (Rodimus Prime), Blaster and Skram, and trained by their drill Sargent, Kup Minor.

Windy: The number one singer on Cybertron (but don’t tell Rosanna that).

Adam and Eve exorcists concept cuz the og idea is too cool and was wasted asf + rewrite notes

But, yeah! This is Jojo (tfa continuity), a farm boy from a colony word (I'm yet to decide from which planet, if you have any suggestons, hit me up!) that was always dreaming about leaving his homeworld to travel across the stars.

He got his wish granted and is now traveling with his companion Mojo as they both report on the state of Autobot Commonwealth in their independent podcast <3