Pacific Rim/Transformers crossover where the humans are harvesting the corpses of dead TFs to build jaegers (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Okay but are the humans deciding to do this themselves or is Swindle entrepreneuring again?
I was originally thinking more along the lines of Bayverse-esque where the humans are actively trying to capture, kill and convert Transformers for their war
@bibliotecaria-d tagging you, Coffee, because I just saw your “ask me about fics” post ouo
And wouldn’t that creep the living TFs out something awful. Worse, ever since the humans acquired Starscream’s dead shell, the Jaegers all start to malfunction one after another. It seems to be an electronic glitch, but the Jaeger suffering the malfunction shows a sudden sharp increase in power without increased input from its core. Partners locked in the drift will black out, but base reports they start to speak in sync with a scratchy, angry voice as they proceed to beat the tar out of the kaiju. The partners so possessed tend to dream for weeks afterward of open skies and vast, starry nights that stretch far beyond Earth.
One of my players made me a dice necklace out of the dice he’s been using for months, as a thank you for putting up with him all these years, and I don’t have the heart to remind him that those were dice I loaned him that I kind of wanted back.
On one hand, it’s pretty cool, but on the other hand, *Borat voice* My Dice.
Everyone’s like, “Oh, they’re just cheap Chessex dice, dude. Calm down,” but you don’t understand. I have to buy like three fucking sets of dice a month because these little shitheads keep losing theirs and no way in hell am I trusting them with my Good Dice. I have a fanny pack full of dice that I wear to sessions because these fools suck so bad. I honestly think they’re eating them. I think they’re skipping them across lakes. I think they’re fucking tossing them at windows in the pouring rain to get their unrequited lover’s attention. I give these motherfuckers so many of my dice that they could hike the Appalachian Trail and leave dice behind like breadcrumbs. They probably pour buckets of my fucking dice under their tires like kitty litter to gain traction when they’re stuck in the snow. And I know they aren’t just keeping them because they’ll literally lose them mid-session. Like there’s a black hole under the coffee table. It’s an X-File at this point. It’s beyond an X-File. My dice are probably in The Black Lodge. My dice are in The goddamn Upside Down. They’re in The Uknown. They’re in the Additional Paranormal Pop Culture Reference, y’all.
I don’t know what it is about Star Wars but even if it’s not your biggest fandom, it still has the funniest memes by a long shot I mean “look at all the fucks i give anakin” and “your poncho is a piece of junk” and anakin hates sand it’s all just 1000% pure class
Jab loves robots 