Cedar 🐉

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A colorful collection of writing pens with silicone beads decorating them, placed into plastic single bags. Beneath the pens is a plastic bag filled with metal bookmarks that have silicone beads hanging from them. They are on a pink table.
A brave police OC in red, black, and gold. The helm is reminiscent of a baseball cap, and there is one golden antenna coming up from the viewer's left side of their helm. They are wearing a pair of black kamina triangle shades. They are leaning their chin on their palm and have a smug, cat-like smile with two fangs sticking out over their bottom lip. Their other hand is resting at the bottom of the image in a loose fist. Overlayed is the text Risky Business in red with a black drop shadow behind it. The mech also has a black drop shadow. The background is red with yellow polka dots, surrounded by a light gray border.
A gif of a chibi character. The menacing "go go go" Japanese characters are moving up and down behind the character on a pastel blue and purple background with a repeating pattern of stars, moons, and lace borders. The character is sitting cross legged with his hands between his legs. He is tanned with mirrored purple streaks coming from the bottom corners of his eyes and going down to the edge of his face. His eyes are red and pointed to the viewer's right. He has puffed out one cheek in a pout, and has a scrape on his left cheek. His hair is blonde and unruly. He is wearing a light green T-Rex onesie with the hood up to show the eyes and head spikes. The tail of the costume is draped over his lap.
Idly, he traces the constellations that orbit the Earth with his optics. They're so different from the ones he memorized in space, and he thinks that he knew what these ones were called once. He'd probably known them better than the ones that orbit the distant planets he remembers. Now he only knows two or three here. He can pick out Cygnus, and the Little Dipper. He bets Juurouta would be able to tell him what they all were. Bull Armor too. … Windy would just make up new constellations to get a laugh out of him. He smiles and it's rueful, sad. His chest is tight, but he's used to that ache. (The ache is better than the crushing nothing from before.)
A snowglobe is centered in the image with a red base and a clear, circular top. On the base, in the top middle, there is a small graphic of an open, empty book. Below that, spanning the width of the globe, is a gold band that reads 'Aetherversary'. At the bottom of the base, the numbers 2025 are centered with one Arcane Flight symbol on either side. Inside the globe there are two moons, one green and one purple, in the background. Yellow stars are scattered over the upper portion. In the background are purple, jagged crystals resembling mountains. In front of those are a handful of trees and brush, and in the foreground is a purple bag. In the middle of the globe, the star subject is an aether dragon with all basic traits in dark purple and dark pink with Arcane eyes. Centered above the globe is a larger pink Arcane symbol.
A drawing of IDW Rodimus and Armada (Energon Edition) Megatron. They are located inside of a bar, sitting at a table, taking up most of the foreground. Their helms are pressed together at the forehead. Rodimus is looking down at Megatron's chest plate, where Megatron has stabbed an ornate dagger through his own decepticon symbol. Megatron is still holding onto the dagger's handle. Rodimus appears stricken and is crying. He has one hand on Megatron's chest just below the dagger. Glowing green energon is leaking into his hand from the wound. There are cracks in Megatron's plating radiating out from the stab wound. Rodimus has three claw marks across his chest plate, marring the autobot symbol there. The symbol appears to be crying as well. Megatron is looking at Rodimus. His mouth is slightly open and he is teary eyed. His pupils are small, implying fear. The background is sketched loosely. There is a bar counter to the left side with two glasses, and an energon dispenser on the right.
Rowan opened their mouth and then closed it again before sighing through their nose. "You would make politicians quake in their boots, Marienne. I find it quite hard to argue with you." Marienne laughed, tilting towards them and using their shoulder to keep herself upright. "That is only because you don't know me that well yet, Rowan. I think you'll find me quite easy to argue with, and even easier to lose against."
Rowan let out a slow and shaky breath. Their fingertips trembled against her jaw. "Oh," they whispered, "so that's how a kiss should feel." Marienne laughed and trapped Rowan's hand against her cheek with her other hand, leaning into it. "Oh? Care to share with the common folk, Rowan?" They flushed dark enough that Marienne could see it in the light of the moon. "It was… warm. Like a warm drink after a cold day. Home." Their nose started to turn bright pink, the color dusting out on their cheeks. "I… did not know it could be soft."
Business or pleasure?" Six asks. He drops the rag on the work station and turns to look at Emery, one hand planted on his hip. Emery cocks a brow and waves a hand towards Six. The mechanical clicking of his joints is louder than it should be. "What, I'm not allowed to just stop in for no reason to see my favorite person?" "That would be pleasure, Emery," Six says flatly.
A neck up shot of a giraffe looking to the left with a sad expression