an amalgamation of everchanging flesh with some maggot friends

• fishworm, fish or worm
• it/its
• minor
• white
• very anxious
• aroace

says hello all sinister like

hello there... im the corpse at this party! i really like transformers, warrior cats, meat and flesh!

DNI:

• adults are free to interact just. dont like invade my privacy or make me uncomfortable. basic decency
• im cagey about discord but mutuals have a 10% chance of receiving it when they ask
• i love compliments i love seeing people like my work. i actually save most compliments into a little folder for when im feeling down
• i write fanfiction but most of them only have like. the first few chapters outlined
• this site is the most talkative ill probably ever get about where im scattered around lol. i like talking about myself but intros make me feel weird
• i really like flesh and blood and gore and meat. i also really like worms! i dont draw these things enough
• i love my ocs i love ocs i LOVE THEM!!!! i love htem
• theres a secret button on here that takes you to a page full of random quotes and trivia bits about fics im writing... for the joy of it. This page is intentionally incomprehensible
• my favorite media is transformers, warrior cats, rain world, and The Upturned. i can get really loud and annoying about these things in private
• my favorite transformers charatcers... WHEELIIEEE, Elita One, Pharma, Roddy (primarily G1 Hot Rod), Bumblebee, Technobots, Brainstorm, Nautica, Velocity, Beta/Zerta Trion, Red Alert, Starscream, Nova Storm (ES).
Generally a big fan of child characters and/or characters with really big 'on the run' potential. I do this to Pharma specifically in my brain a lot
• should i put my birthday? yeah sure why not. June 9th... thats sex day and also tomorrow as of writing this at 5:32 AM on the 8th

Chapter 1: Have You Ever Seen A Live Lobotomy?

He always found a clutch, sometimes two—actually, how many hognoses did Prime even have? He had to be keeping track of this. Was he breeding them? Should Bumblebee expect to see those racks full of reptile enclosures if he ever walks into the Prime’s quarters?

“Rachet, come look at this.” Orange-or-red (but mostly white), in a blur, are before him.

The rider knew better than to call this place uninhabited, of course; it was a pretty lazy lie. Was the presence of many, many flowers not given to you? If there’s flowers, there’s pollinators, and then something eats those. Lizards are just below coyotes, and then there’s other bugs that made their way here, too. There’s even more than that, really! Knots and twists in some kind of clump of cobwebs, ever-changing, never the same from day to day.

Prowl stakes a look at Jazz, the mech’s eyes are like daggers. Jazz knows, intrinsically, that clinical stare is unintentional, he’s seen how he startles when someone, under the ire that isn’t actually there, freaks out and says they haven’t done anything. But for the sake of every star hung in the sky, it really would do him well to somehow fix that glare of his. But it’s probably not ‘fixable’, the thing is glued to his face, and Prowl is too polite. If Jazz mentions it, Prowl would never do it again. Prowl might even tear his own face off if it came to it.

You’d Think This Is A Third Introduction, The Way Things Are Going

It’s not a pretty scene that they’ve left behind, but the flash is the point. Spectacle is the point. This is the nature of things. Pink and purple and iridescent oil slick the ground, so receptive of the starlight, even as plantlife suffocates and metaphorically begs for help like damsels in distress, bark and metal scrap and shrapnel and entire trees lie to the wayside. It screams out, “Someone was here!”

But, again, the presentation is the point.