"Please..." A Desperate Plea To The Light. To The Traveler. "Bring Him Back." The Emptiness Etched At

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 05: ELITA ONE

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 5: ELITA ONE, la robot guerriera per eccellenza

Fra le primissime Fembot ad apparire nell’universo dei Transformers, la più famosa è certamente ELITA ONE, che esordisce nella storica puntata Alla Ricerca di Alpha Trion come capo della resistenza Autobot contro i Decepticon su Cybertron, dopo che Optimus Prime e Megatron partirono dal pianeta per finire sulla Terra. Nel vecchio doppiaggio italiano la chiamavamo “Elita Uno”, ignorando del tutto l’etimologia effettiva del nome. Esso, infatti, rispecchia quello della sua controparte maschile sia nella pronuncia sia nel significato di “ottimo” e “primo”; più specificamente, “Elita” è un derivato di “elite”, a sua volta dal latino electa, che vuol dire “colui/colei che è stato scelto/a”. Quindi, potremmo dedurre che il nome di questa Fembot è traducibile in “La Prescelta”.

Nome a parte, ciò che ha reso famosa Elita One nella G1 (oltre a essere leader delle Femmine Autobot e una Bot che “non conosce la paura”), è il suo legame affettivo, quasi al limite del sentimentale, con Optimus Prime, nonostante tale scelta rischi di cadere nella trappola dell’incesto. Come i fan di vecchia data sanno, infatti, nell’episodio della Stagione 2 L’Alba della Guerra i due (al secolo Ariel e Orion Pax, rispettivamente) furono ricostruiti dall’anziano Alpha Trion utilizzando pressoché le stesse “componenti genetiche”, come se i due fossero fratelli ante litteram. I più, al massimo, potrebbero notare un’analogia nella mitologia antica, in quanto anche Zeus ed Era sono sì fratelli ma comunque coniugi e sovrani dell’Olimpo.

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Sfortunatamente, Elita One non conserva altre controparti omonime all’infuori della “Movie” e della breve ma intensa apparizione in Animated. Nel primo caso, è attiva più nei fumetti che nel film dove effettivamente il personaggio debutta (il secondo della saga, La Vendetta del Caduto del 2009) e, estetici omaggi G1 sul cartaceo a parte, di certo la conosciamo meglio come la motocicletta viola “sorella maggiore di Arcee e Chromia e uno degli ufficiali più stretti di Optimus Prime” del Movie-verso di Michael Bay. La versione Animated del personaggio, invece, ha l’aspetto della forma iniziale di Elita One, cioè Ariel, di cui riconosciamo la caratteristica “coda di cavallo”. Lo schema cromatico utilizzato qui è però verde acquamarina e giallo – ben diverso dal rosa e bianco del personaggio G1. Sempre per strizzare l’occhio al G1, anche questa Elita One ha un potere speciale, sebbene di natura ben diversa: “prendere in prestito” e riprodurre fedelmente le abilità altrui, il che ricorda Rogue dei supereroi mutanti X-Men della Marvel. Inoltre, secondo quanto detto da Derrick J. Wyatt, il suo altmode avrebbe dovuto essere una futuristica auto Cybertroniana (ennesima citazione dell’omo-nima G1), se almeno si fosse salvata in tempo dalla mutazione biosintetica che di lì a poco l’avrebbe trasformata in Blackarachnia (di quest’ultima parleremo in una puntata apposita).

Il suo recente ritorno, almeno tra le pagine della IDW nella saga dedicata a Windblade, la riporta ad assumere lo stesso look aggiornato e migliorato della “vecchia” G1, molto rosa e bianca ma con una caratterizzazione molto diversa all’originale, poiché in questo universo viene ritratta come una spietata tiranna e carceriera, decisamente meno femminile e dolce. Per quanto riguarda le apparizioni su schermo, invece, segnaliamo la trilogia War for Cybertron, nuova serie in onda su Netflix che ripercorre la guerra sul pianeta natale dei Transformers in salsa G1-esca e in versione quasi integrale – e quindi con un sapore completamente diverso da quello a cui eravamo abituati dai videogiochi Activision/High Moon Studios. Eccola di nuovo come capitana della Resistenza Autobot e affiancata dalla storica socia Chromia, con l’assetto vintage un po’ stilizzato e un’inedita livrea sul rosso magari per distinguerla meglio da Arcee, che anche lei ha il rosa come colore predominante.

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Ancor più infelice è il destino del personaggio nelle vesti di modellino Transformer. Per Elita One, infatti, non è mai stata prodotta alcuna figure che la rappresenti in nessuna iterazione conosciuta, neanche un modellino G1 della stessa. A omaggiare tale versione, semmai, è stato il Deluxe della linea Cybertron uscito esclusivamente per la BotCondel 2009, ma era solo un repaintdella Decepticon Thunderblast – una scelta, tutto sommato, non errata, data la forma della testa di quest’ultima molto reminiscente a quella dell’Elita One originale.

Anche la linea Movie le è stata particolarmente ostile: la Hasbro, all’epoca della linea legata al secondo film della saga, aveva più volte annunciato la presenza di questa Fembot (in classe Deluxe) assieme alle sue sorelle in modo che i fan potessero finalmente cercare di riprodurre il fantomatico Combiner che le tre motociclette avrebbero dovuto formare nella pellicola – una scena poi tagliata per ragioni tuttora sconosciute. Altrettanto ignoto è, invece, l’esclusione di Elita dalla linea principale, scatenando l’indignazione generale da parte dei fan... finché l’azienda l’ha “resuscitata” nel 2010 come repaint del Deluxe Chromia, anche se il risultato finale non soddisfaceva per nulla i più puristi, neanche la versione giapponese Takara con i colori più fedeli alla controparte cinematografica. Solo il set esclusivo dei negozi Target che la vede insieme alle altre due moto contro Sideways ridipinto ad hoc, e la figure inclusa assieme a Skids nella linea Dark of the Moon: Human Alliance del 2011 hanno in parte aggiustato il tiro. Una piccola luce in fondo al tunnel inizia a intravedersi grazie all’arrivo dei Studio Series, e in questo caso Elita One è venduta insieme alle sue sorelle moto come un trio in classe Legion, e “finalmente” col design fedele alla controparte Movie. Certo, la modalità Combiner è ancora fan-made, ma è rassicurante avere tra le mani un modellino scolpito come dovrebbe essere, seppur con dieci anni di ritardo!

Fino a oggi, per l’iconica leader delle Femmine Autobot non esisteva un effettivo modellino che la ritragga simile alla G1 o, volendo, una versione migliorata e moderna di quest’ultima. A parte l’ennesimo omaggio come carta collezionabile nel vecchio videogioco TRANSFORMERS: Legends per dispositivi mobili, in cui la si vede sì col suo look originale, ma con l’altmode di motocicletta col quale è diventata famosa (o famigerata, che dir si voglia) nella saga cinematografica di Michael Bay. Poi, finalmente, la macro-famiglia Generations ci propone non uno ma due bei modelli, un Voyager da Power of the Primes e un Deluxe da War for Cybertron: Earthrise. Purtroppo non sono stampi originali ma remold pesanti di personaggi preesistenti, ovvero quel mostro di Starscream da una parte e un’accettabile Arcee dall’altra... il che ha senso, poiché negli anni Ottanta Elita One aveva l’altmode di una quattroruote Cybertroniana. Rossa e bianca, ma pur sempre nostalgica.

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CONCLUSIONE

Per quanto relativamente ancora rare, la scelta di proporci anche dei TF femminili allarga la categoria di utenza dei fan, avvicinando il franchise sempre più alla sempre più ambita parità di genere. Non siamo più portati a vedere i robottoni come prodotti esclusivamente per ragazzi, e questo ha anche ampliato il nostro modo di vedere il loro universo. Elita One è stata la capostipite, insieme alle sue colleghe, e poi vedremo l'arrivo di Arcee nel film dell'86... insomma, anche Cybertron assomiglia sempre più alla nostra Terra. Il che è un bene, secondo me.

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Headcanons Genji

I believe that in the blackwatch period he would be very insecure about his new body, and really thought that you would stop liking him because of it.

But for his happiness and yours, you liked and accepted him the way he was.

You didn't care if genji was a cyborg, you loved that about him

now after blackwatch i believe after he found zenyatta he would be a little more confident of himself

He started enjoying his new body and not caring about insecurities

Your relationship is incredible.

He is quite playful when you are alone.

He's a middle ground when it comes to PDA(I don't really know what that term means.)

In public he likes to have his hands in yours and put his hand on your waist or something.

as he is a cyborg, he cannot kiss you directly from the mouth, usually you kiss his metal part

Sometimes he takes the metal part off his face so you can kiss him, but not every time that happens.

He likes his relationship with zenyatta, he loves seeing the two people he likes having a great relationship.

Sometimes you will meditate with genji and zenyatta.

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Yoo,hello guys don't forget to drink water and take a shower,luv you guys,xoxo.

We had the songs that we sang along to

You had the moves to make me dance with you

I always saw you reaching and catching stars

I needed some self indulgent positive art.

Song: Follow your fire - Kadoline

─── Hazard Relationship Headcanons ˙ ♡ ̟

✰ Summary ; A few headcanons of being in a relationship with Hazard from Overwatch.

✰ Pairing ; Findlay “Hazard” Docherty x GN Reader.

✰ Content Warnings ; N/A.

✰ Word Count ; N/A.

✰ Author’s Notes ; As a disabled person, I WILL project, because it’s SO refreshing seeing disability representation.

✦ Even with a demeanor like his, he’s actually a big sweetheart, and he gets flustered quite easy, especially when it comes to you.

✦ His love languages are quality time and gift giving. He loves spending time with you, and seeing your face light up when he gives you something he picked out specifically for you.

✦ Definitely protective as hell—like good lord this man has been through so much already, he’s gonna fight for you.

✦ Touchy. Even though most of his limbs are prosthetic, he’ll often use his left hand to hold yours, just to know you’re there, and it comforts him.

✦ He likes nights in, while he adores going out and causing chaos, he also enjoys slow nights and maybe a few movies—he’ll let you pick them out, just as long as he gets time with you.

✦ Insecure about his prosthetics—he’ll ask you for reassurance a lot.

✦ I’m here to spread the chronic pain agenda, this boy hurts a lot. Most of his body is metallic material, he’s constantly in pain, so when he gets home after a long day of being out, he’ll be happy to collapse on his bed and hold you while he tells you about his day and you talk about whatever; he just loves to listen to you.

✦ On the topic of chronic pain and Hazard, there’ll be days he shuts down, and will be outta commission for a while, during those days he’d rather stay in and rest, and he absolutely adores if you stay with him.

✦ Sentimental, cherishes anything he receives from you, loves every moment he has with you, adores you and admires you, loves you so preciously.

Dating Blackwatch!Genji Would Include...

these are my personal headcanons for my boy so if any of these are insane, you know why lol // this is also kinda long so I’m putting some under the line

to start things off, he is literally the angriest man alive so like be prepared

tbh he’s probably not ready for a relationship at first, you’ll have to be very patient with him

his brother just tried to kill him after all so family issues are also going to be a main dilemma for him

you’re going to have to be the most patient person because genji is going through a lot of internal conflicts at this point and he’s just consumed with rage and confusion and revenge

this is also why zenyatta is able to whisk him away so easily and turn him into the lovely cyborg ninja dude we all know and love today

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E’ identico al mio Alex Shepard! 😲

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee father/son appreciation post

Just some wholesome gifs of O.P and Bumbles being the best father/son duo ever:

Let Me Keep You

notes: genji x gender neutral s/o

written in: english, not adapted to any other language (2/06/2023)

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending.

additional details: s/o / reader will be a support character, abilities are similar to ana but with lucio’s mobility. healing is done in the form of bullets from two handguns.

the mission was meant to be relatively simple. it was a quick mission, get in and get out. blood stained their face, covering the concrete and their hands. gods, it was all over them. the blood and gore of a poor sniper lying on the ground, eyes lifeless and unseeing. their pistols laid on the ground, long since discarded as they had finished the kill. they had slaughtered this poor, poor person; all with their own hands.

white noise filled their head, static pitching in and out of their ears. they couldn’t hear anything, they couldn’t even see. the only thing they saw was that sniper who hadn’t had a single clue what was about to happen. a finger on the trigger, they hadn’t expected the attack, their rifle discarded as they fought for their life. (name) had never taken a life. despite working for a hospital turned vigilante, their foundation had been against slaughter.

crumbling to their knees, the medic clawed at their arms. blood that belonged to the long deceased covered their torso, their very face. they had taken the life of someone who had likely had children; kids who would wonder where their parent had gone. or perhaps, that sniper had been like them. a street urchin taken off the roads and forced to fight with a gun they never learned to use.

abruptly, a figure pulled them into their lap. a shriek erupted from their lips, tearing at the arms holding them so securely around the waist. yanking and clawing at those mechanical arms, it felt like they had been snatched up from the water they were drowning in. breathing raggedly, their eyes looked around the empty street, taking in the insignias of fallen talon soldiers and the overwatch members standing tall. the figure made no noise, only pulling their head to rest against their chest. the shocking cold of machinery helped to ground them, their desperate clawing slowly giving in to the embrace.

sobs emit from their chest, a guttural cry wanting so badly to just escape. “i didn’t- i swear, i swear- i didn’t kill them, i didn’t! i’m not a murderer, i promise-! i promise, i didn’t- i never meant to kill them!”

the arms around them remain there, but something cold gently pressed against the top of their head. the gentle humming of machinery seemed to lull them, warbling cries turning only to quiet murmurs. rambling phrases of guilt and horror slowly became silent. after a long while of gentle sniffles, they finally spoke, “what did you want to be when you grew up?”

it was a voice that the medic hadn’t expected. a gentle voice of a man long scorned, a thick accent covering each syllable. their hands rested atop his arms, quietly tracing the different cracks and scratches in the armor. they hesitated for a long moment, gathering their thoughts.

“i wanted to be a doctor,” they responded. a hum was what they got in response, though one of the arms slowly released them. taking one of their hands in his, he carefully runs a thumb over their knuckles. hands covered in blood, they tried to snatch their hand from him, only for his grip to tighten.

“tell me more. i want to know more about what you wanted. did you have a specific idea of what kind of doctor you wanted to be?”

they paused for a long while, watching as he carefully ran his thumb along their hand. after another minute, he pulled away, returning only with a small wipe. vaguely, they wondered if he carried them around just for this situation. was he, too, stained with the crimson ichor of others? running the wipe along their hands and arms, they slowly found the strength to speak. “i wanted to help people.”

“a noble cause, i see. am i right in assuming that you think it isn’t possible, now that you’ve taken your first life?” it felt magnetizing but appalling all the same. feeling so seen, yet by someone who’s face they’d never tried to look at. they glance up, meeting a fully metallic figure. a green visor replaced where his eyes would be, yet if possible, they could feel the gentle and genuine care he extended.

“you’d be correct. it would be difficult to save lives if you can just as easily take them.” a hum of understanding. the fingers of startling cold slowed, the wipe resting in his left hand. pausing for a long while, he gauged his words. “you are not irredeemable for taking a life. you may not have realized, but for taking it from them, you saved another’s. there are people down there that i am rather fond of… that would have been unable to escape the sniper.”

the silence was loud. as the man’s grip fell from their hand, it instead began to trace circles in their wrist. a gentle sigh escaped the visor, the front of it resting against the top of their head. “…if you would be open to it, i can make a recommendation to take you with us. with overwatch, i mean. there are people who can help you. who have helped me, even. i don’t doubt that you can forgive yourself with their aid.”

they stared forwards for a long moment, turning around in his grip to stare back at the people below the vantage point. overwatch soldiers helping to cover the dead, most even helping the civilians. they watch as a woman with brunette hair vanished for a second, reappearing cradling a child covered in dirt and grime. an omnic below them was helping to ease a woman’s sorrows, not touching her but instead speaking in words they couldn’t quite hear. their gaze locked with a man staring at them, dark eyes merely observing with something akin to pity and sympathy.

“…i’ll think on it. at least keep my name in mind though, at least until i’m ready for that recommendation.” their hand gently squeezed his arm, glancing up at him. he tilted his head, shoulders seeming to slump a bit. “of course, though i’d need that name to even bring you up.”

“(name), but i’ve been called miracle too by the foundation.” the man nods, contemplating for a long moment. with one more circle rubbed into the back of their hand, he stood, carefully settling them onto their feet once more. he backed away with a slight lingering touch. “should you ever find our headquarters and take me up on the offer, you may say that shimada genji recommended you.”

a nod, and he vanished. a piece of paper fell, caught between your fingertips. “find where the water and rocks meet, ever fighting and ever learning.” a riddle, then? this would prove to be fun, hopefully.

seeing him again was not something they expected. biding their time, sitting in the foundation and learning, they grew. they wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, their mind and instincts sharpened. now, as they stood in the central part of kanezaka, they waited. just as they had been doing for the past six months, they waited amongst the shadows for the time to strike.

then, just as intended, the sky fell. machinery and mechanical whirling filled the air and the streets, destroying everything in sight. peeling themselves off the wall and ensuring their skates were in place, they smirked. their intel wasn’t ever wrong when it came to finishing up the omnic crisis. darting out from the alleyway, they skated ahead, peeling along the fronts of stores as they approached the army.

with a cry of war, they launched themselves forwards. their dual pistols blazing, they slipped in between attacks and falling parts. fighting omnics was something much more their style, the bloodshed being something that they’d never grow accustomed to. it was one thing destroying non-sentient omnics and another to slaughter people, after all. abruptly, their wrist was snatched. with a yelp, they were thrown through the air.

a pair of hands grabbed them around the waist, eerily familiar but ever present. the gentle questioning of a certain accent filled their ears. “do you typically get yourself into danger like this? i thought we learned from last time.” a laugh bubbled from their lips, patting one of his hands as he set them down.

“perhaps, but it’s fun regardless. do you typically follow me around in case i’m in some kind of trouble, mister shimada?” the stiffening of his shoulders served as their answer. with another laugh, they turned to the growing army of omnics. cracking their neck left and right, the medic straightened their back.

“i hope you all have room for another doctor on your team, dear.” a gentle rumble of surprised laughter. “then i certainly hope you can keep up, hanii.”

Love is Green Part 3 (Reader x Genji Shimada)

A/N: I just have to say, guys, that I am floored. I didn’t expect anyone to read this or like this. I’m stunned and so honored. I don’t know what to say other than thank you and look out for part 4 soon!

Warnings: swearing and some violence/gore

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