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mlm-writer · 1 year

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Daddy/Dearest (Wade Wilson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Alien!Cis!M!Reader Rating: Mature (lowest I can go with a Deadpool fic) Words: 1048 POV: Third Summary: You matched with Deadpool on the intergalactic dating app Starcrossed. After exchanging many dick pics, you decided to visit Earth for your first date... and blow the planet up if the date sucked. Note: Inspired by the song Party Tonight by Joe Hedourix and this prompt. Tags: first date, fluff, idk who Nick Fury really is tbh, 4th wall breaks, romcom and reader’s appearance is a little vague but at some point I started imagining Megamind

“Deadpool! Open up!” Wade groaned at the insistent knocking on his door. He tried to rub his eyes, only to find out that he was still wearing his mask. A quick look down revealed he had fallen asleep on the couch in his PJs. The knocking at his door stopped, so he rested his body on the couch. He had barely closed his eyes, when the door was knocked down.

He raised his head with a groan, only to be incredibly surprised by his guest. “Wow, Nick Fury, I am not sure if I am even supposed to know who you are, because the writer has seen exactly one movie in which you had a cat, but he supposes you’re an important dude or whatever.”

“Shut it, motherfucker,” the man wearing a black trenchcoat barked back at Wade. He clearly took note of the dirty white shirt with a butt on it and the blue chequered underwear Wade was wearing, but he did not comment on it. “Do you know the app Starcrossed?”

Wade laughed, not reading the room that had been filled with armoured men and women because we are inclusive here and women can and will kick your ass if provoked.

“That app with all the metas on it? Why? Did we match? I’m sorry if I did not reply, but you’re not really my type and you must have been an accidental swipe.”

“Stop yapping! Does this guy look familiar to you?” From his pocket he unfolded a picture printed on an A4 paper. Wade leaned in and squinted at the picture. He did recognise the person on it.

“Oh yes that’s my daddy - not my father - but like a sexual daddy you know. You should see his dick.” Nick looked like he was gonna lose it. Wade could tell, but he frankly did not give a shit.

“Well, your ‘daddy’ is the leader of an alien race, whose armada is in orbit right now to drop him off for a ‘date’ with you. So get dressed, because whether we get blown up or not today is apparently up to you.” That was a lot to take in, but Wade was used to weird days and this was simply just another one of them.

Now it was common to be nervous for a first date, but the fully armed SWAT team dropping Wade off was not helping. He tried making conversation with them, but they seemed to blame him for possible annihilation before dinner time.

When he stepped out of the chopper, there was a masculine figure waiting in front of the former military base. He held a large bouquet of iridescent flowers. They seemed either fake or from an alien planet. “Wadey!” The figure called out, waving frantically with all hands that were not holding the bouquet. The inhuman coloured skin seemed to change colour wherever the late morning sun was directly shining on it.

“Hi daddy,” Wade called back in the same cooing tone. He skipped over to his date. “Are those for me?” He mused, knowing the answer as his date handed them to him.

“I heard flowers are quite common to bring to a Terran date, so I brought some rare flowers from my planet for you. I am afraid they will not survive as long as they would on my planet though. The sun here is weak.” Wade smelled the flowers. They smelled like butt. Could be worse. At least Wade was familiar with the smell of butt. Wade held the flowers close as he thanked the other for them. “Well then, shall we? Your government was so kind to help me set up an Earth-date.”

The atmosphere was… weird. There was a very extensive brunch on a beautifully decorated table, but they were surrounded by people keeping them at gunpoint. “You don’t seem bothered by being held at gunpoint,” Wade noted as he rolled up his mask just far enough to shove a croissant into his mouth.

“Likewise,” his date smirked back at him. He reached out and touched the edges of the mask. “Come on, I already know your dick and ass are covered in scars. Your face cannot possibly scare me.” Wade thought about it. Well, his identity was not really a secret right now anyway. They already knew where he lived. Wade lifted his mask off his face, trying to not show how insecure he was about his fucked up face. However, when he looked at the alien before him, he swore he could see a hunger in his eyes. “If these people were not around, I would fuck your face right now,” the man sighed dreamily, before continuing to clumsily trying to spread butter on a piece of toast.

Wade reached out and decided to help him. Their fingers briefly touched and Wade saw the other man smile at the contact. It set his body on fire with desire. “I frankly don’t care about the audience, but after writing all those kinktober fics the writer can really use a break from blowjob scenes, so let’s keep this from being E-rated.”

Wade sat back down after buttering his date’s toast. He watched as the alien’s facial features reacted to the taste of Earth food. “Fascinating,” he spoke softly. Wade chatted with his date and those mesmerising eyes and charming smile kept drawing him in. At some point he was sure even Nick Fury could smell his arousal from wherever he was keeping an eye on the situation. There was no more food left, when his date rose from his seat and offered one of his hands. “Let’s get out of here.”

Wade grabbed his mask and put it back on. “We’ll have to fight our way out of here if we want to do that.” A corona of blue light started surrounding the alien, a devilish smile appearing on his face. The sudden display of power got people loading their guns and Wade’s gun filling up with blood really quickly.

“Do not worry, dearest, that can be arranged,” the most powerful being that had ever held him spoke, before he blasted a hole in the line of armed people, lighting the way to their future in a flurry of blue. “Let’s have a good time, dearest.”

#deadpool #wade wilson #ryan reynolds #deadpool x reader #male reader #deadpool x male reader #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x male reader #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #MCU x Y/N #mcu x you #mcu x male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #Marvel x Y/N

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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More thoughts so how about Predacon buddy going back to the earth spark universe and just more interaction's with the others specifically Megatron I sort of feel like old predacon buddy would most likely try burning ghost to the ground and mandroid because no one messes with the sparklings on old Predacon buddy's watch I can just see product on buddies just saying don't you dare mess with my grandkids while just beating mandroid up and possibly suplexing him

Had a lot of request for Old Predacon Buddy coming back to Earthspark so here it is!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon finding out about Mandriod's bots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP/TFE

Another day, another random dimension drop off.

Buddy landed on top of a haystack next to some apple trees.

They groaned as they felt something lick the side of their face.

They opened their optics to find a familiar looking calf.

Floppy ears.

Oh!

This was the dimension with the Terrans!

And their home was right there!

Buddy quickly got up and started walking over to the home with the calf mooing happily behind them.

Buddy peaks into the kitchen spotting Alex cooking something on the stove.

“Hello there Mr. Malto.”--Buddy

Alex shrieks a bit holding the spatula in his hand as a weapon.

He looks closer at the optics of the Predacon before recognizing them.

“Buddy? Buddy, it’s been so long! Hold on one moment.”--Alex

Alex turns off the stove and runs outside to meet Buddy.

Alex hugs their pede as Buddy gently rubs his back.

He lets go.

“What are you doing back? Not that it’s a problem, but—”--Alex

“No, I get it Alex. And to answer your question, it was another portal.”--Buddy

“Yeesh! How many times does that happen to you?”--Alex

“…Way more than you might realize. Anyways where’s Dot and the kids? How are they?”--Buddy

“They should just be getting back from work right now.”—Alex

Buddy tilts their helm.

“Work?”--Buddy

“From G.H.O.S.T.”--Alex

“The creepy organization Megatron mentioned last time?”--Buddy

“That’s the one.”--Alex

“Something doesn’t settle with me about that organization…”--Buddy

“I feel you Buddy. How about I get Dot or one of the kids on the phone so you can talk to them?”--Alex

“That would be great Alex.”--Buddy

Buddy loafs on the ground as Alex begins to call Hashtag.

“Hello—”--Alex

“DAD THE SPIDERS ARE BACK!”--Hashtag

Buddy immediately gets up.

“Spiders?”--Buddy

“They are Mandriod’s bots. Sweety where are you all right now? Where’s Mom?”--Alex

“WE’RE—WOAH!—WE’RE IN THE WOODS NEAR THE HOUSE—WATCH IT! I DON’T THINK—”--Hashtag

“Hashtag!?”--Alex

Buddy leans down to Alex’s height.

Their optics holding steely determination.

“Climb on.”—Buddy

Buddy gains altitude as fast, while being mindful of Alex sitting without any protection on their back.

Buddy right now didn’t care that they would get seen.

They were worried about the kids.

Whoever this Mandriod was going to be a pile of burning ash when they were done with him if any of the kids were hurt.

Soon enough they found some bots.

Optimus, Megatron and Elita were struggling against the pink spider webs.

Buddy descending from above.

“Buddy?”—Elita, Megatron, and Optimus

Buddy leans down to let Alex come down.

They look at the restrains on Elita’s frame and dig their dentas into the webs and with one swift pull yanked most of them free from her frame.

“Thanks!”--Elita

“Where are the kids?”--Buddy

They heard screams.

Buddy mad dashes through the vegetation to the sound.

They spot a dozen robotic spiders start to corral Nightshade, Thrash and Mo.

Buddy lunged from the trees taking out most of the spiders.

Some managed to attach themselves onto their back, but Buddy quickly got rid of them before any permanent damage could be done.

They spewed fire at the remaining, reducing them to melted metal.

“Buddy!”--Maltos

The three ran to them and hugged their friend tightly.

Buddy wrapped their wings around them in relief before remembering the other.

“Where are the others?”--Buddy

They heard more yelling.

“Nightshade, Thrash, Mo follow my path and head back to Megatron and your father.”--Buddy

“What about you!”--Nightshade

Buddy had already started running before they heard the rest.

Thankfully, the others weren’t too far either.

Twitch, Hashtag, Jawbreaker, Dot, and Robbie were all being suspended by one of the webs as the spiders closed in.

Buddy leaped on top of them shaking the earth bellow as they swiped the other spiders with their tail.

Buddy stood in front of them wings spread in full display and roared before spewing the robots with fire.

Once they were done, they turned back worried at the children.

“Are you all okay?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Maltos

Buddy nipped the webs and caught them as they fell.

They ran to give Buddy a hug as Buddy finally sighed in relief.

The danger was over.

The others soon appeared from the rather large opening in the forest their frame caused.

Everyone looked relief to see everyone safe and sound.

The group decided to return home.

As soon as they convinced Buddy to stop looking for Mandriod himself.

Optimus and Megatron trying to stop Buddy from going any further in the forest.

“You two need to let me go right now. That monster needs to be found and—”--Buddy

“So what? So, you can light him on fire?”--Elita

“The offer is on the table.”--Buddy

Dot gets in front of Buddy.

“Buddy… lets just go home. It’s been a rough day for all of us. Anyways there is no way of tracking down Mandriod. Not even G.H.O.S.T. can find him.”--Dot

Buddy huffs in frustration.

Mo comes over to Buddy’s pede and gently grabs it.

“Please?”--Mo

“…”--Buddy

Buddy sighs in defeat and soften their optics at the child.

“All right. Let’s not make my visit all about revenge. I want to hear everything that I missed.”--Buddy

Buddy gently opens their wings and herds the group out of the forest.

Elita looks at Optimus and Megatron.

“…They aren’t going to let this go.”--Elita

“Nope.”—Optimus and Megatron

A few more days passed with Buddy staying at the Maltos home filled with activities and more reunions before the portal came back.

There were more tearful goodbyes and promises to return whenever the portal came back for them.

Buddy exiting the portal, slightly stumbling on the ground.

Ratchet spots Buddy shaking their helm.

“Buddy?”--Ratchet

“Ratchet. How’s the work coming along?”--Buddy

“Good, but are you okay?”--Ratchet

Buddy huffs a bit.

“I’m fine Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“… I have a little bit of a dent on my side. Would you…”--Buddy

Ratchet pats the med slab next to him.

“You know the drill.”--Ratchet

Buddy smiles a bit.

“Whatever you say Doctor.”--Buddy

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfe #tf earthspark #tfe x platonic reader

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c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 7 days

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Cato Sicarius...needs a reality check

Inspired by the recent "Bullied by Cato" writings.

But I'm gonna have some different kind of fun with this.

Tw: A Slap, Yelling, Cato being an ass but also getting his ass chewed. Angst but the interpersonal kind.

@kit-williams @barn-anon @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual

SMACK!

The loud impact was followed by stunned silence, as the gathered company of Ultramarines could not believe their eyes.

Cato Sicarius, decorated veteran of the Ultramarines, scourge of chaos and Tyranid alike, had just been Slapped.

Struck across the face like a common mouthy brat, by the Terran diplomat they'd been charged with overseeing.

Once again like many other times Lord Sicarius had made some snide remark about how Bothersome it was to escort a non combatant who's only duty and use was their mouth.

Seems this time the diplomat was Not leaving their response at a hurt look or a mild displeased scowl. The latter had been appearing more lately.

The blow clearly hadn't done any true damage, but their 2nd Captain was still utterly taken aback, but that shock was clearly the prelude to a bubbling offended rage.

Surprisingly the Diplomat did not flinch, as Cato refixed his wide angry gaze on them.

"How-Dare-you-"

"How dare I!? How - Dare - I?I"

Well that was unexpected. But the Diplomat did not lose any steam.

"You've been deriding me the Entire time I've been here and YOU have the GALLto act offended when I've Finally had ENOUGH!?"

But before Cato could retort the floodgates openned.

"I don't know if you've noticed Captain, but we are in the middle of a War!"

"Humanity is tumbling towards the darkness, and YOU have the nerve, the Shitting Tumerity, to make My life harder, as the imperium is Scrambling to hold itself together!!"

Cato may have been shocked, but at that he did scoff. "You speak as if the imperium is on the brink of collapse. It's not as if any of our subordinate worlds need your flowery language and fanfare. They know the consequentces for disobedience, as should you..." He glared down at the mortal. "If father had any sense, he'd have cracked down on insolents like you-"

The diplomat cut him off with a humorless laugh of disbelief. "OH! OH ho Ho! And you know SO MUCH OH SO MUCH Lord Sicarius. Perhaps I should tell Lord Gulliman how much more Sense You think you have over your own Primarch!"

"I- I would never!" Cato felt an angry blush erupts over his face at the mere thought of challenging his genesire, followed by a cold dread thrumming in the background.

"Oh but please go On! Tell me how you'd divert soldiers and resources to quell a rebellion that occurred because You stuck your damn foot in your mouth. About how the disruption in our supply chain could inspire further disobedience and Cripple our front lines!"

Cato did take pause, he...hadn't thought about that.

The diplomat continued.

"And even if we could force a world back into compliance, we'd have struggles with rebuilding, Further diverting resources that are currently keeping Your brothers and Cousins from Dying!"

They paused for only a breath.

"Lord Guilliman, and diplomats like me, are struggling Every day, to keep the Imperium from falling apart at the seams! And Yet You! Seem to think that the only thing that matters is your stupid pride!"

That seemed to knock Cato from his shock. "Y-You know Nothing!" He shouted back. "You know nothing of what I've lost! What my brothers have gone through!"

"AND YOU THINK WE HAVE NOT LOST ANYONE!"

Cato again found himself stopped, stunned by the burning rage in the diplomats eyes, excentuated by the budding tears.

"Do you even Know how many of the guard give their lives Everyday! But I guess because they're just baseline humans they're not as Important, as your precious Bloody fellow space marines! When will you wake up and realize THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT YOU!"

"Without agriworlds, there is no nutrient paste nor rations!

Without the forge worlds, your brothers have no armor nor weapons!

Without humanity, there are No NEOPHYTES!

YOU would not exist! If not for the imperium of mankind!"

They fought through tears and heaving breathes, but they did not stop.

"WE ARE ALL FIGHTING TO SAVE HUMANITY! AND YOU SEEM TO THINK WASTING ENERGY HATING ME IS A VALUABLE USE OF YOUR TIME! WHAT DID I EVER EVEN DO TO YOU!?

...

"What...what did I do wrong..." For the first time in this encounter, their voice became small...subdued...

...broken...

That cold dread he'd felt before warped into a different discomfort. But before he could understand or act the diplomat turned from him.

He wanted them to turn back.

They strode quickly, with tears still running down their face.

He wanted to wipe them away.

They made for the exit, only to stop just before leaving.

His hope of them not going was dashed as they spoke their final words. Moderate in volume, but painfully short.

"Stick to beheading Tyranids and traitors Captain Sicarius, and leave the talk of diplomacy to for those who Actually understand what we're fighting for."

With that, they vanished down the hallway, leaving a group of Ultramar's finest standing awkwardly in the meeting room. And one of them feeling like the dirt beneath a writhing Tyranid grub.

Well...shit....

#warhammer headcanon #warhammer 40k #cato sicarius #ultramarines #c-u-c-koo bird songs

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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hi!! could I request a tfe bumblebee x bot! reader who is also in hiding, and she stops by on occasion to check on the Terrans? No stress if you can't :) Thank you!!!

Oooooooh definitely! I made it especially soft and romantic because we need more soft and romantic Earthspark Bee. Thank you for the ask!

You'd sent a message ahead regarding your impending arrival, contacting Bumblebee through the encrypted channel the two of you shared to let him know you'd be moving through the area and hoped he'd be free for a visit, and as always the enthusiasm in his reply had warmed your spark. It wasn't as if you were any less excited, but you were a little worn down after covering thousands of miles in mere days. Being on the run made stops like these quite hard to set up safely.

There was little worry in your spark now though, and as you finally saw the warm glow of a cozy home shining through the dark forest you were beyond thrilled to send the message of your impending arrival. Bumblebee replied in the affirmative almost instantaneously, and you couldn't stop smiling as you grew closer with every step. The kids would be there as well, and you were confident they'd have a million questions about your travels and even more stories of their own adventure to share. No amount of exhaustion could temper your enthusiasm to meet with the family after so many long months away.

The rumble of an engine caught your audial, and you arrived at a gap in the trees just in time to see a yellow sports car zooming in your direction. Brief, instinctive alarm gave way to confusion when the vehicle drew close enough for you to recognize a very familiar paint job.

"Bee?" you said as he skidded to a halt on the grass, tires struggling for purchase before he transformed and stumbled into a run with the momentum. Looking too enthusiastic to feel awkward, his bright blue optics met yours, and everything beyond the mech you loved melted away. You were running to meet him before you even knew you were moving.

"Y/N!" he said as the two of you collided with a clank for a long overdue hug. Feeling his frame against yours all but melted away the tension of the past few months, your actuators relaxing save for the tightness with which you wrapped your arms about him and held on for dear life. Every part of him felt like home, his voice everything you didn't know you needed as he whispered into your audial. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too..." you sighed, so content you could have stayed there for hours just soaking in his presence. It took a moment for uncertainty to cut through the blissful reunion, especially as you realized it was about nine people short of what you'd been expecting. Figuring they were all still in the house or the Dugout, you pulled your helm back to face him with a raised optic ridge and a perplexed smile. "But why drive all the way over here? I was making my way to the house to meet you and the kids."

Bumblebee blushed at the question, embarrassment briefly lighting up his cheeks before he cleared his vents to answer. "I know, and they've got a ton of new things to show you, Hashtag probably has a few days worth of footage saved up." he explained with equal pride and amusement, making you chuckle as you imagined the impromptu movie night that was waiting for you. Softening his expression once more, the Scout looked to the side, holding you closer but speaking quietly. "But I... wanted a few minutes with you. Just the two of us."

The open vulnerability from the usually private mech briefly made your optics widen in surprise, but you recovered and closed them to bring your forehelm forward and tap it against his, a tender gesture of intimacy between bots. Bumblebee returned it with a tiny sigh, savoring your presence as much as you did his. In a few minutes the two of you would head for the Dugout and reunite with the family for what would be a delightful evening of games and catching up, but for now, the two of you were just going to enjoy the quiet together. There was no way to know when you'd next have the chance...

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe #tfes #earthspark bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #x reader #self insert #bot reader #tf

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cityzenshark · 2 months

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Terran Mirage with Malto Terrans -- Jawbreaker

1 - Hashtag | 2 - Twitch | 3 - Jawbreaker | 4 - Nightshade | 5 - Thrash

(disclaimer: this is a fanfic, don't take it seriously with the canon)

[A.N: the full story is now fixed! Enjoy reading!]

Mom said hugs heal all hurts yet told Jawbreaker not to give Mirage a hug unless he asks, which didn't look like it'll happen anytime soon. So how can Jawbreaker help make the Diaz Terran get comfortable with the Maltos?

“Let him help you find an alt mode,” Hashtag suggested, “with the power of cinema!” she gestured at the video camera JB was holding.

The next thing Jawbreaker knew he was holding Dad’s tablet reading interview questions prepared by Hashtag while Mirage sat next to him, confused out of his mind.

Even though the whole take went awkwardly, Mirage shared that he simply wanted his alt mode to look pretty and that he did not think much of its function. Having a pretty alt mode sounds nice, thought JB, but he did not want it to be just pretty. He wanted his alt mode to be… He has no idea.

So Hashtag brought him and Mirage to see Megatron and Elita-One.

Though still feeling lost, JB took Elita’s advice to spark that his alt mode didn’t need to be a vehicle. He also noticed that she kept staring strangely at Mirage to which he asked her about it. The Autobot answered it was nothing.

After Nightshade chose an owl alt mode, it clicked to Jawbreaker that he could choose to have a beast form. However, every large animal photo he went through did not resonate his spark still. While his siblings stop pushing him to keep searching, Mirage kept suggesting whatever large animal that seemed most suitable for JB. He appreciated it a lot but his indulgence ran out of enthusiasm eventually.

On one late night Jawbreaker went to the cow paddock alone, his mind empty whilst his spark continued to long for an alt mode he has yet to have. He thought he’d be alone with the cows. To his surprise, Mirage was there as well, staring longingly at the night sky.

“What are you doing?” asked JB.

“Night sky-watching.” Mirage answered.

“You mean stargazing?” Twitch and Thrash said they’ve done it many times before knowing how to sleep.

“No. I’m looking at everything in the sky. The moon, the clouds and the stars, too.”

It made sense. “Can I join?”

Mirage appeared hesitant. “I don’t want to talk right now…”

“It’s okay. We can night sky-watching together.” Jawbreaker heard from Dad that if someone didn’t want to talk didn’t always mean they were refusing company. Maybe Mirage needed one now.

It turned out he did. He thanked the bulky Malto and two watched the night sky for hours on end.

They did it again on the following night after Bumblebee’s ruined race (after Twitch hurt Mirage). And again to calm down after the not-so-peaceful lesson at the Spacebridge Memorial. And for the last time when Mom and JB’s sisters brought him back after the terrifying incident in the city, this time with Hashtag and Nightshade accompanying them both.

Jawbreaker couldn’t understand why Thrash did not like Mirage Diaz. The ‘envy’ in their link hurt. His triplets agreed. Hashtag was very upset at Thrash whereas Nightshade advised her and JB to not be harsh on their big brother even though Nightshade was upset at him, too.

On the day when Mirage was about to leave with his family for New York, Jawbreaker promised to inform him whenever he finally gets an alt mode. When they meet again weeks later, the now orange and spiky JB ran to him in excitement and transformed.

“My favorite dinosaur!” Mirage hugged stygi Jawbreaker by the neck and squealed in pure delight. Jawbreaker curled tighter to the embrace, feeling happy himself.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #terran mirage #tf malto #tf mirage #tfes #rotb mirage #rise of the beasts #tf rotb #tf jawbreaker #jawbreaker malto #tf fanfic #tf fanart #macaddam #fixed it

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 months

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I wanted to ask, in the kids turned sparkling au, Starscream was teaching Miko how to be the next winglord. Assuming he lived after Predacons Rising, or died and came back like Optimus, would she still treat him like a secondary parent, and eventually become winglord?

Ah yes Starscream.

Previous part here.

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The matter of Starscream was one Tari did not like to consider. She had memories of Starscream trying to kill her when she was still Miko, but she also had recollections of a time when things were better. She remembered Starscream carrying her through the skies, letting her small wings flutter with the currents before she had learned to fly. She could still recall when he'd held her in his arms, telling her tales of Vos and the glory of the city he proclaimed would one day be hers. She had listened with such intent that even as a fully framed adult, she couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he was still out there, and if he still cared.

She was happy being a Wrecker, and she was happy being away from her family, even if she missed them at times. But as she aged, she felt a void within her, one that was for once, not caused by the loss of her Sire. She remembered stories of the great city that even after Cybertron's restoration, was not again floating in the sky. Starscream had always said that it was the duty of all fliers to watch over their city, to protect it, and to ensure that all who followed after them would have a place to call home.

Tari remembered, and so she decided to act.

Before Optimus's return, she set out on a journey across the stars. Her goal was simple: Find Starscream and get him to help her restore Vos. Sure, he might have been a Decepticon, but her memory painted him as a far more reasonable mech than some of the Autobots she dealt with on a regular basis. And without her Sire? Well... maybe digging up a few old memories would do something good for her aching spark.

It was far easier than she expected to find Starscream, although it hurt to track him down. He was hidden on Earth, her world of origin (a fact she will only begrudgingly admit). When she found him, he was wrapped up in his plans to get back at everyone and everything. She took him by total surprise, and their first meeting was by no means the one she had been hoping for. Starscream didn't recognize her, all he saw was her Wrecker badge.

Tari: Starscream! Hold your fire! I come in peace!

Starscream: An Autobot comes in peace? HA! As if I would believe that!

Tari: My designation is Sagittarius, Tari for short. Don't you remember me?

Starscream: A flier named after this mudball's constellations? How the mighty have fallen.

Tari and Starscream shot at each other for a while, and in the end, Tari had to hunt him down several times over the course of a few months. It was due to this hunt that she ended up with Bumblebee and his team on Earth for a time. She needed the extra guns to get into the Decepticon base on Earth where Starscream was supposedly hiding out. Her adventures with Bumblebee and his team were a whole other series of shenanigans. But in the end, she got her prize.

"Well Autobot? You've caught me. Are you going to kill me now?"

"No, I want you to talk to me. Please, just take a moment and remember me Starscream. I've already lost Optimus, I don't want to lose the only other bot that came even close to being my Sire."

"..."

"Mistress of the Terran skies. That was your full designation... wasn't it?"

Silence reigned over the duo for a time as Tari led Starscream out in cuffs. He would still need to answer for his crimes... but she would do all she could to lessen the sentence. For once, he went along without argument and allowed Tari to take him back to Cybertron to face justice. Seeing her reminded him of what he had been hoping for all those years ago when the war still raged. He had all but forgotten the precious sparkling he'd been so keen to raise once Megatron died. Predacons, Vehions, Terrorcons... it had all kept him distracted, especially as he sought out his old frame once more.

He would need to make things better.

Tari returned him to Cybertron and worked with anyone willing to side with Starscream during his court case. With a lot of effort, she was able to convince the Council that keeping Starscream alive was not only beneficial, but in the best interest of all of Cybertron. How did she do this? Why, she simply made it clear that Starscream had named her the heir of Vos... on live television. What was the Council to do? If they claimed Tari was lying, they would be disregarding the words of the Prime's sparkling. If they claimed her station was irrelevant, then they would earn the collective ire of every flier on Cybertron. There was almost no choice but to let Starscream out on parole and give Tari the funds needed to begin preparing to rebuild Vos.

Tari and Starscream were still rather tense, but working together on a common goal eased a lot of the pain that had developed over the years. Starscream guided Tari in her efforts and covered for her when she returned to the Wreckers. He laid low when she wasn't around and taught her as much of the old culture of fliers as possible. Over time, the wounds healed, and Starscream was able to proudly call himself Tari's mentor. Optimus was not made aware of Starscream's station in Tari's life until Vos rose into the skies once more and Starscream was there to announce Tari is official heir. It was a shock to say the least, but Tari relished in the companionship of her old secondary caretaker.

"Thank you for coming back with me."

"Thank you for giving me a second chance. To see Vos rise once more is a far greater accomplishment than anything I ever did during the war."

"You aren't so bad Starscream."

"HA! Lord Megatron would have a thing or two to say about that!"

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp kids as sparklings au #miko nakadai #starscream #alternate universe

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froglovemushroom · 10 months

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This Ariel is a Headutt-er!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x alien!fem!reader (Mantis and Peter Quill's younger sibling)(reader is the same species as Mantis)

Warnings : A wee bit of violence

Summary: Instead of Prince Eric, it was Ariel herself who swept you off your feet.

Aurhor's note: everyone is alive in all my fics, except if a specific setting or timeline is mentioned

This is a fic requested by @fayhar ! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this, I got too caught up with classes. But it's summer break now and I can finally write again! Hope you like this fic! English isn't my first language so please point out the mistakes nicely, I'll fix it 🥲

It all started when Yondu handed Peter a DVD that he had obtained from Earth.

The cover of the DVD box read 'The Little Mermaid' with a picture of what looked like a girl who is half Terran and half fish with bright red hair.

It was the first time the gang ever watched an animated movie during movie night and everyone had different reactions. Drax made silly comments, Rocket complained about certain scenes, Peter would place a kiss on the crown of Gamora's head during the more romantic scenes, and she would cuddle closer to him, Mantis and Groot were gushing about the little details and Nebula, surprisingly, seemed to enjoy the movie.

And you? You were enchanted by the whole thing, from the dinner scene, to the little fair date and boat ride. From all catchy songs and romantic lines to the heartbreaking conflicts ang the heroic fights.

You laughed, you cried, and you were undeniably HOOKED.

And let's just say with a little bit of begging (and using your big black puppy eyes), you managed to convince your brother to get Yondu to find more of these wonderful films.

You would consume every single thing that Yondu could get his hands on in a crazy short amount of time. Mantis would find you huddled up into a little ball on the couch in the middle of the night, eyes gleaming like a little child as you watched whatever new DVD that Yondu had gotten his hands on.

From old Disney movies like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, to the more modern ones like Tangled and Frozen, you had seen them all.

But alas, 'The Little mermaid' is the one that holds your heart.

And as result of all the Disney that you've been slurping up, you eventually found yourself wondering if you're going to get your happy ending.

When is a prince Eric coming to sweep you off your feet? Take you on carriage rides and dancing at carnivals? Are you even going to get a happy ending?

Your brother told you there is someone for everyone in the galaxy.

"And when you meet them.....You'll know it."

He'd said, as he looked at Gamora with a warm loving gaze.

You found it hard to believe.

You'll know it when you meet them? How???

You were skeptical.

Until one day when the Guardians got invited to a party by Tony Stark himself, did you find yourself staring at a certain woman.

It was nearly midnight, the music was still blaring loudly and you found yourself getting a little too overwhelmed, so you decided to flee the scene to catch some fresh air.

You stepped outside, eyes closed as you feel the cool wind gently brush against your skin. You had expected that the party was going to be a little too much for you, but what you hadn't expected was for there to be someone else at the balcony.

This 'someone else' was a woman, and beautiful one at that. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, the fabric hugging her body in all the right places. Her fiery red mane was curled to perfection, the luscious tendrils framed her face like puzzle pieces that fell perfectly into place.

Ariel.

That was the first word that came to your mind.

Her eyes were closed, lengthy eyelashes fluttered in the wind, and she huffed out a deep sigh, seemingly bothered by whatever it is that's on her mind.

You reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, aiming to calm her down and maybe make her feel a little more at ease with the help of your powers.

But the slight brush of your fingertips against her skin was enough to make you end up on the cold ground. With your wrists pinned to the hard surface nonetheless.

Your antennaes tensed, the gears in your head were running miles per hour, one second you were reaching out and the next thing you know you had been headbutted onto the floor into a vulnerable position.

With your mind still spiralling, you spat out the first thing in your mind.

"H-hello! A-are you Ariel?"

What?

It looked like your question had taken the woman aback, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did this bitch with antennaes just ask her if she was a Disney character?

"Am- Am I who??"

"A-ariel?"

You had no idea what's going on, but you were somehow very, very intrigued by the woman on top of you.

The woman looked at you up and down at your attire.

Party wear.

It took her a second before she realized that you were just one of the people invited tonight, and she quickly apologized.

"Sorry about that, my fight or flight reflexes just kicked in. And to answer your question, no, I am not Ariel. "

She chuckled in amusement when she saw you slightly deflate.

"Aw... Bummer"

You had mumbled to yourself, earning another chuckle from the redhead beside you.

You both stayed silent for a while after that, blocking out the muffled music playing inside and relishing in the peaceful night atmosphere outside.

"So...You're really not Ariel?"

Her head turned to look you, elbow on the balcony railing with her chin resting on ther palm.

"Sorry to dissapoint you, but no, I'm not."

The small pout that appeared on your lips made her smile.

The both of you started to pick on some random topics to talk about. Your jobs, hobbies, crime cases, outer space, everything you could possibly imagine.

Natasha could feel the click and so could you, the both of you felt a lot more settled than expected.

"So...Are you going to tell me your name"

You paused, you had completely forgotten to tell her your name. She let out a breathy laugh as you come to the realization.

"My name's Y/n, I'm one of the Guardians."

you shyly mumbled, hand fiddling with an antennae, a sign that you're embarassed, it's a little habit you've had ever since you were a young bug.

"Y/n huh? I like that."

The way your name rolled off her lips made you slightly dizzy, it sounded good, way too good, enchanting even.

"Don't you want to know my actual name?"

Your ears perked up at that.

"It's Natasha, Natasha Romanoff."

"Wow..."

It was even prettier than you expected it to be, and it fits her a lot. Her voice kept repeating in your mind, and it won't go away.

The echo of her beautiful name.

Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff....

"Do you like my name that much?"

"Huh?"

"You've been saying my name in repeat for a while now."

yikes.

"And your face is all red"

double yikes.

Your antennaes drooped as you fidget in place, eyes looking anywhere but at her. Your mind was spinning, everything was going at full speed in there, you didn't know what to think, what to say, what to do, it was all so fast to the point where everything was a blur.

Seeing you panicking like this made her chuckle. Sure she knew she's got an effect on people, and she never really cared about them.

But what you're failing to see here is that you had just as much of an effect on her. The way you looked so attentively at her whenever she speaks, as if absorbing every single word with such care and warmth, the way your eyes gleam when you asked if she's Ariel, down to the way you're panicking at her teasing right now, everything about you made her feel all warm. Comfortable even.

You're odd, but it only made her want to get to know you more.

Her slender fingers reached out, gently lifting your chin to make you look at her.

"Do you know that you're very strange?"

The sensors on your head drooped even further at that, is it because you're not a Terran? Is it because you look weird and have antennaes?

"I'm sorry I'm not a terran..."

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

"I'm not like you Natasha, I'm not terran..."

You felt her hands move to cup your face, and oh how you wish you could lean on them forever.

"Y/n, you've misunderstood, I meant it in a good way, and you're strange because,well, you're you. You're unique. And it has nothing to do with having antennaes or not. Though they do add to your scale of cuteness."

She laughed as your face started to flush once more, releasing your face to lean on the railing.

You don't know if you wanna slap that cheeky grin off her lips or kiss her it off instead, but your mind was once again all hazy.

Gosh, you're down bad.

Leaning onto the railing, you closed your eyes to calm yourself down, focusing on the cool night wind blowing at your face.

It felt nice and calming. What time is it? It's probably way past midnight, and with the soft wind cradling you, your mind was starting to slowly fall into rest.

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha had her eyes on you this whole time, and your dipping head landed onto her waiting palm, stopping you from headbanging onto the railing.

She carried you as your knees started to buckle, carefully placing you on the couch in the living room. She watched over you until the guardians decided that it was time to leave, they thanked her and walked out into the night with you still fast asleep on Gamora's back.

The twinge of jealousy that appeared was something unexpected.

Why is she jealous? Was it the fact that you seem so comfortable the zenwhoberian? Was it because she wanted to be the one you snuggle into? The one you're most comfortable with?

Whatever it is, she knew she must meet you again.

You woke up in a daze the next morning. How'd you end up back in your room? Weren't you talking with Natasha?

Where's Natasha?

The sound of the door creaking open put your thoughts to a pause.

"Y/n! Breakfast is ready!"

Peter walked in with a glass of water in his hand, handing it over for you to drink.

"What's on your mind? I can see the gears in your head turning you know?"

You placed the glass down on the nightstand before turning to face you brother.

"PETER!"

"Wha- why the shout?!"

"What did you do before you married Mora?"

A blink.

Another blink.

"Oh, I proposed."

"What's proposed?"

And that's how Peter ended up telling you the whole story of him going ring shopping.

"I wanna buy a ring!"

Peter choked on his own spit. Whom for?? When did you find a lover?

"I wanna propose to Natasha!"

And the next thing he knew, he was already dragged out of the door.

The day somehow ended with you bouncing on your feet outside the avengers compound, a panting Peter Quill right behind you.

You had requested to meet Natasha, and was currently waiting for her to come down the multiple floors of the tower.

Peter was still trying to catch his breath after running around non-stop for the whole day.

"Y/n *pant* you can't just-"

He was cut off by the sound of the elevator door opening, revealing the gorgeous red-headed woman of your dreams.

"Hey Y/n, what's up-"

"Marry me!"

The whole floor went silent. Until Peter awkwardly spoke up,

"Sorry, I really tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen."

When the redhead heard that you had come to give her a visit, she was much more excited than she would admit, her heart was pounding and she was in the elevator merely seconds after she heard the information, wanting to know why you were here again.

But a proposal from you was not something that she had expected.

"Marry me please Natasha?"

She looked at you standing there with puppy eyes, your hands presenting a red gemmed ring pop to her. This was certainly not something she gets to see everyday.

A hearty chuckle escaped her lips, and you deflated a bit, thinking that maybe she was mocking you. But your thoughts were dismissed when you feel a pair of soft lips pressed against your cheek.

"You're adorable you know that?"

You were frozen in place, did she just kiss you on the cheek?

What does this mean?

"As cute as this whole proposal was, I think I'll have to refuse it."

Your antennaes drooped in disappointment. You just got rejected.

"But instead..."

She placed her fingers on your chin.

"Let me take you out on a few dates first hm?"

Your mouth open and closed in wordless confusion.

"Date?"

"Yes date, we can go anywhere you'd like, how about that?"

Your eyes gleamed.

"Can we watch The Little Mermaid?"

She threw her head back laughing. Oh, could you be any cuter than you already are? But of course, she nodded and pulled you with her into the elevator. Leaving poor Peter to go back to the ship by himself.

Though he didn't mind, because seeing his sister so happy was worth it.

Maybe you'd have your happy ending after all, not with Prince Eric, but with beautiful badass Ariel instead.

And that's more than enough for you ❤️

Oh, and Thor asked for the ring pop, and you gave it to him. Thor is happy. Good job!

MASTERLIST

Tbh I deleted the whole thing halfway through cause it was a mess and I hated it, and so I had to rewrite it again😂

#natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #callicreations #natty fics <3

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ngl lads i told myself i'd finish this for mother's day and then immediately forgot and just happened to finish it now anyway because i wanted to close the canvas and do something else. anyway hello good morning can i interest you all in a lawful neutral/evil navy milf

this is nautilea victrilianus, turian imperial navy. she's a vice admiral at the time of canon and a very highly-decorated shanxi veteran, as well as the wife of tibero quentius, turian chief ambassador (and possible councilor if cnclr sparatus dies, depending on timeline). born on rocam in 2094 terran, she met tibero during their mandatory services when they were briefly sharing a ship and the travels were interrupted by a solar storm, and they fell for each other instantly. they have four children together - atticus, valeria, and the twins bellicus and salvius - and now that tibero has switched from the army to xenopolitics, when she isn't out with the fleet (on the dreadnought Enninion, usually, under her own command) she usually resides on the citadel with him or at their beachfront home on his homeworld of parnithas around holidays. the two of them are also good friends with councilor sparatus and his wife aediteia, and frequently hang out together as a group; tibero is also known to spend time with the sparatuses by himself when nauti is away and he's lonely, with her blessing, because she hates it when he's lonely look at his face he's so sad :(

you can read about her mainly so far in these two fics: "a luncheon most foul" [AO3], her actual character introduction feat. teia and other tower spouses, and "a contest of titans" [AO3], from hackett's pov both during shanxi and many years later.

also she has the bird version of a yorkshire accent. for fun. and kinda because she was inspired by jason isaacs as zhukov in the death of stalin. more rambling under the cut i have so many Thoughts about this one horrible terror-bird

during shanxi, nautilea was a lieutenant-commander, and after her unit boarded a human ship and took several humans prisoner, she was placed in charge of their keep and interrogation. one of said prisoners was then-lieutenant-commander steven hackett. they both proceeded to be utterly abhorrent to each other, they both sucked, nauti was mean and violent and taking out her own emotional distress on hackett who had nothing to do with it, hackett was just as nasty and cruel back, neither one of them was a good person in this instance don't get it twisted. nautilea was worried about her husband and son atticus, both with the army (atticus being 21 and only a sergeant at the time, while tippi was a major) down on the ground on shanxi, and took it out on hackett, seeing it as humanity's fault that her loved ones were in danger while she was stuck up in orbit unable to do anything. it got worse when she lost contact with tibero, which would later turn out to be because he had been captured and taken prisoner, and then when atticus was med-evaced to her ship because he'd been grievously wounded and wouldn't speak to anyone, just cried for his mummy. his squadmates came forward and vouched that the humans who'd ambushed them had started to take them hostage, but needed "mama" to be translated for them as parental terms hadn't been translated yet, and then retreated once they learned what atticus was saying and how old he was, uncomfortable with the knowledge of what they'd done to someone so young. unfortunately, nautilea didn't care, and took out her rage on the humans in her charge. she calmed down significantly once atticus recovered enough to talk to her, and formally requested being taken off prisoner duty so she could focus on her son. hackett would never learn why she disappeared.

later on, hackett would continue to hold a grudge well into the future, while nautilea mostly put everything behind her and stopped caring, because her husband and chicks were safe and that was all that ever mattered to her. in the current period, she generally doesn't care about humans and leaves dealing with aliens (the ones who aren't actively shooting at her men, anyway) to her husband once he switches to xenopolitics. she cares about her people, and her duty to them, and that's what she focuses on. if tippi asks for her input, she'll give it, but for the most part she keeps work and home separate. it helps that when she comes home to tibero, her main line of thought is just about how happy she is to be home where she gets to be cuddled and cooked for and given shinies and not have to wear real people clothes if she doesn't want to, everything outside their apartment be damned. she does still think it's funny that she lives rent-free in hackett's head, especially after tibero is made chief ambassador under sparatus and hackett complains in the news about her. it's whatever. that was the old her. she's moved on.

... except in my "bad end" timeline, where the destiny ascension is left to die under shepard and hackett's orders, and she and tibero lose a very close friend. as hackett was in command of the fifth fleet and made the call to hang back and let the ascension burn, all those bad memories come roaring back, and nautilea goes on the warpath. when the alliance make a move to try and get more of their own ships defending the citadel, the council shoots them down and lets the turians take command instead, and nautilea is put right at the head of the fleet. hackett is not happy about this. nautilea is not happy about hackett killing her friend. the alliance's betrayal is taken as proof that they should have crushed the humans at shanxi, and while tibero tries to counsel peace, nautilea spirals, and becomes determined that what happened to ierian sparatus will not happen to her tippi. things get bad, they almost divorce, the series is about dealing with tragedy nobody's having a good time okay but it works out tippi insists on therapy because he recognizes she's grieving and cracking under the strain of trying to be the strong one

and, just for fun, her character inspo:

youtube

his intro with the slowmo and dramatic music is exactly what you should be thinking of when she arrives in luncheon most foul btw. as a treat. that's her that's nautilea. wife <3

#mass effect oc #turians #mass effect #turian oc #nautilea victrilianus #canon x oc #drawing #digital

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catpop2 · 9 months

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So uh... Earthspark Au idea

So you know how occasionally Starscream and Bumblebee somehow get paired together and goofy shenanigans insue? Like in IDW for example- Well take that but add some more shit to it- Like a lot more hand wavy magic shit to it.

Anyways spoilers for Earthspark Season 1, the whole thing. And also uh brain fart moment right here so its very rambly but I wanna try and get the main point across. I will elaborate it people are intrested tho.

Well I had a goofy au idea brainfart moment where after the events of season 1, the autobots and decepticons have to somewhat colaborate which each other to survive on earth. From finnaly freeing every captured Decepticon in the form of a transaction to get Starscream and his remaining seekers do an extended sweep over the entire earth in order to comfirm Dr Meridians death because oh boy his body mysteriously disapeared (And because Seekers aint called seekers for nothin, they hella good at tracking down anything that exists)

Other scheningans insue because Megatron wants to reconnect with his Decepticons and beocme friends with everyone- But like none of them are really having it, in fact the main motivator for any con is that they want to protect their new generation, the terrans, therefore they wont try and obliterate the autobots at every moment. This is specifically true for Starscream who literally cant exist in the same room as Megatron but gets absolutely swarmed by terrans the moment he is near them, most notoriously Hashtag and Twitch but mostly Hashtag.

And then there is Bumblebee, the mentor of the maltobots who will do anything to keep them safe- But not much can be done when your protégés are pestering the most dangerous Decepticon to ever Decepticon (Aside from Megs but he dont count anymore) So he has to just sit there and tolerate it-

Eventually though trouble arises once more and the maltobots have to fight for the freedom of their kind, now joined not only by the autobots but occasionally even a Decepticon or two whenever their expertise come into play, but the cons aren't doing it for the Autobots thats for sure.

Bumblebee is always with the terrans whenever he can be, but the five are more grown as each day passes, and far harder to keep an eye on, especially since the concept of war has been properly introduced to them. So when Starscream is there to provide intelligence or sneak stolen gadgets to Hashtag and Nightshade, Bee has to appreciate the weight the seeker unintentionally takes off his back. Afterall Starscream may be extremely dangerous, cunning and deceitful- But it certainly does wonders for him to be near sparklings.

Where the au comes into real play is when the threat of Dr Meridian resurfaces much to everyones dismay (Like pee paw willy over again).

The terrans and the kids are locked in tight combat, trapped in a very dangeorus and likley fatal situation of which they havent quite grasped the severity of. This time they dont seem to have the grace of Quintus Prime at their side as things look really grim, their only proper cybertronian assitance comes in the form of Bumblebee and Starscream who are forced to hold off the threat together the best they can before help can arrive. While the terrans do a great job of fighting alongside them as they have proved themselves plenty of times- It doesn't seem to be enough. All of them are left tattered, injuried and worse for wear- Particularly their two cybertronian gaurdians who had just taken on a fatal blow to protect them.

Quintus Prime, unlike the Maltos thought before, was with them, he watched them. He hoped, but there was little he could do, it was not like before...

But... There was a call, a plee. A promise of service. Not from the humans or the terrans. No...

Something else entirely- A presence akin to Primus itself- A spark, reaching out to him. Promising to protect.

Ah yes. The cybertronians. One of them had not yet given up yet, despite the fact he no long had functional limbs nor wings- It was present, nearby somewhere was also another presence, but so much weaker, so fragile and quickly fading.

No.. That couldn't work could it? They were already established sparks, born from the allspark directly-

Perhaps that could work.. Perhaps the Emberstone had a little extra light to give.

And so, from the rubble- Right as the enemy intends to strike another blow, two new protectors rise- And two new presences began to circulate between the thoughts and feelings of the Maltos.

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Barn Anon. The promised happy piece.

Castle was baffled as he looked at the bundle in Susan's arms. Humans can get even smaller and more fragile? How do they even survive? Harold laughs at Castle and Susan doesn't hesitate to plop the baby in his arms. Instantly he's panicking. How many times has he bruised Susan, her parents and even Harold on accident? What if he hurts the baby? Her baby?

Harold was quick to show him how to properly hold the baby, it sleeps so peacefully. Castle rocks it gently, mimicking what he has seen Susan and Harold do. Hm, maybe it won't be that bad after all. How much work could a baby human be?

It's only a few hours later that he would regret his thoughts. Ear piercing crying shatter the silence of the peaceful home. He can hear Susan and Harold both rushing to soothe the baby. Later that evening he would approach Susan and ask her how long till the baby grows out of this crying for everything phase? She laughs at him and he groans at her answer. She pats his arm and tell him it's just how babies are. He grumbles when she tells him that she thinks he'll be a great uncle to her newborn. Hmph, the things he does for his human.

Castle did his best to not mutter too much though Susan and Harold understood his desire to make himself scarce these first few weeks of life. All the baby did was cry and process its food. Castle did not think much of the fact that at one point he too was so very small... he too was so very helpless... he too was just a careless act away from simply dying.

It made his teeth itch with the sudden anxiety. Just like when Susan was pregnant and her delivering. He wasn't allowed inside but he could hear her scream out in pain. These ancient Terrans were still, rightfully, wary of Castle and his ilk. He knew what they said about Astartes... stuff that humans back home would whisper but here they would say it aloud and shout.

How they were barely human... how could they trust our kind... how we were made for killing... how come they couldn't solve all the problems that seemed to pop up. They were space men... why wouldn't they share their secrets with them... how could they just do that to their bodies? And on and on and on...

He looks down at the six month old as he just screams and yells just not understanding how speaking works but he's not distressed he just screams for the sake of it... he screams because its how he communicates at this moment in time. How tiny grubby hands gripped his hair and pulled but it hardly felt much to him an annoyance really. A tiny toothless mouth gnawing on his fingers as soon just normal yells turned to frustrated cries...

"Oh hush you're just tired. You remind me of one of my brothers... hardly ever wanting to relax when visiting new worlds." Castle drawls in gothic just looking at the tiny boy in his hand. He wonders if tomorrow will be the day that they all return home or wake up from this dreamlike state they find themselves in. But he can make the most of it until then.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #OC: Castle #OC: Susan #OC: Harold #Space Marines #adeptus astartes #barn anon #tales from the barn

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searchingforatrail · 10 months

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Tbh I just wished they tossed the abuse narrative between Starscream and Megatron. but I think Megatron reacted so badly to Starscream because he was around Hashtag. Megatron is very protective around the Terrans. I believe that's why he calmed down when Hashtag told him to stop and why he was somewhat civil with Starscream when it was just the two of them.

But still it just makes no sense, idk it's weird they built him up as someone who's changed just to go and beat on Starscream. The writers could have been better lol.

I am glad though that Starscream's abuse is being taken seriously. I think fandom and canon tends to overlook it, and having him be able to acknowledge that and get a least a bit of healing from it is nice. Having people actually believe him, you can see why he holds Hashtag close.

I always have a small fear that how the show handles this does tend to put all of the blame on how Starscream is on Megatron, where I personally believe that Starscream was corrupt prior to that.

#Megatron earthspark #earthspark spoilers #transformers earthspark

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deadlysoupy · 8 months

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Watching Paint Dry

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Bumblebee & Starscream (Transformers), Bumblebee/Starscream (Transformers) Tags: Developing Relationship, Enemies to Friends, Forced Proximity, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Friendship, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Romantic Relationship Series: Part 3 of I can tell just what you want (you don't want to be alone)

"Bumblebee, get in here! It's urgent! Um... Jawbreaker is stuck in a pipe!"

Mo stifles a laugh as she runs into the Dugout, changing walkie-talkie's channel to local.

"He's coming! Is Starscream in yet?"

"Oh, he's so in," Hashtag answers, static in the background from a bad connection. "They'll be best friends after this, I guarantee it! The TV cannot be wrong!"

For @trashhole

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There is no emergency at the Dugout, Bumblebee realises way too late. When he runs into the room his optics land on a frowning Starscream, servo on his tilted hip in irritation. And not a Terran in sight.

“Sorry, Bee!” he turns around to a not-very-guilty Mo punching the button on a remote – and the door separates him and the rest of the family, to leave with a maniac of a mech.

Bumblebee should have known better when it comes to kids. It’s just like them to force anyone they wish to try talking it out – even if no one wants to.

He can’t blame them, exactly, but he will make sure they know he won’t let it slide that easily, too.

“Of course they would trap us together. How typical of them. You let them watch too much TV, Bumblebee, it’s rotting their brain circuitry.”

Bumblebee dreads the next hours of shutdown.

“It’s not their fault you can’t work with us for a change instead of being a complete aft.”

“And now it’s my fault? Why am I not surprised?” Starscream turns away with panache to watch the clock count down one second at a time. “At least pretend to not be a jerk. It can help, you know.”

“I don’t see how it would. Compared to my glorious self, you look like you could use a talking-down now and again.”

He arches a brow. “Was that a height joke?”

“What do you think?” a predatory smile makes its way on Starscream’s face and Bumblebee can barely hold his gun to not blast it away. Instead, he sighs.

“You know what? Fine,” he shrugs. Making his way to the control panel, Bee spots a relatively peaceful spot on the ground to spend the next two hours on. Starscream’s gaze darts between the tightly closed door and the countdown illuminating the room.

Propping an arm on his knee, Bumblebee keeps his optics to the ground as Starscream sits a few feet from him. Time doesn’t seem to pass when he checks the countdown on his internal clock synced with the Dugout.

Of all the mechs to be stuck with. Of all the mechs to befriend – or be befriended by, more like – the Terrans, it just had to be Starscream.

Starscream, who offlined an Autobot right in front of him, only to laugh at his face afterwards and boast about his great achievement to Megatron. Starscream, who held a gun to his spark to bargain with Optimus Prime. Starscream, who loomed over the skies on the lookout for non-affiliated Cybertronians, who only search for a way to survive in a world where you either have to be a killer, or be killed.

He is vaguely aware of the dent in his palm from his clenched fist.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Starscream’s sharp voice cuts through the silence. Bee pats himself on the back for not flinching. "I'm a vicious Decepticon bent on destroying everyone I set my eyes on. And you would be right, of course," he dismissively shugs.

When the rest doesn't come, Bumblebee is forced to walk into Starscream’s carefully set up trap. "There is a "but" coming, right?"

"But I don't do it senselessly, my dear Autobot. Picture this: your people see you as nothing more than a scheming rodent, someone below them and their superior rule. It’s nearly impossible to earn respect amongst those monsters."

And Bumblebee definitely sees something there. For more cycles than he can count, Bumblebee had been viewed as a bot who needed to be supervised, not to be trusted with important missions. Or missions Bumblebee at the time considered important, anyway. It’s why he still feels echoes of the times long gone, when the need to prove his worth overrides his brain to the point of recklessness.

He’s no Decepticon, though.

“That’s no excuse. Don’t justify your actions and twist them into survival. There’s always a way.”

Starscream snicker is not kind. “And who taught you that? The Terrans? Who have seen no war?” his frame turns to face Bumblebee, one servo pressed to the ground for balance. “You know what was at stake. I don’t regret my decisions even for a nano-second, but if you think that I didn’t at least try to find a better way, then you’re just as stupid as the rest of them.”

The silence that follows has Bumblebee in a chokehold. His gaze travels on Starscream, analysing his drive to make sense of his crimes, of his killings, of his betrayals.

“I’ve said too much. Enjoy the rest of these painful hours in silence, little Autobot, and we’ll see who comes out the same when it’s done.”

Sympathy does not come easily these days – and Starscream makes it that much harder.

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Humans are weird: News Broadcasts

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“The overseer is just finishing a meeting and will be with you shortly.” The human secretary spoke politely. “Can I bring you anything to drink while you wait?”

“If you have some of your carbonated water I would like that very much, thank you.”

As the secretary left to get his drink Roxus eyed the seats of the waiting room before deciding he would instead stand. It was not that he was worried that his bulky body could not fit within them nor that they would shatter under his weight, but he had remembered his prior attempts to sit in human furniture and the quills dotting his back becoming tangled within them leading to some rather embarrassing moments. One of which was when he had sat down on a chair in the home of a potential human mate and his quills became trapped within the strange metal coils within the furniture resulting in the destruction of said pieces and the loss of what had been a promising night.

The ambassador had come today to petition the human overseer to release several Navari who had been arrested the previous night and contacted his people’s conciliate for assistance. From what he had gathered from sources they had become intoxicated at one of the human drinking establishments nearby and had then proceeded to wander into a local wild animal reserve, a “Zoo” as the humans called it, and mistook it for a buffet.

Local law enforcement had arrived at the scene just as the group had pinned down a long necked orange creature and were set to devour it. All of them were restrained before it could happen, but law enforcement discovered that they had broken into the reptilian exhibits and eaten every creature present.

To say he was less than pleased to be woken late in the night would be an understatement, and yet here he was waiting to perform his appointed duty and retrieve his wayward fellow citizens.

So lost in thought was Roxus that he was startled when a loud noise came from behind him.

“Breaking news,” came from one of the wall panels behind Roxus, “we have finally been able to reestablish contact with our reporter on the ground Frank Benedict.”

Roxus turned to see one of the wall sections had powered on and was in fact some sort of display unit. The image on screen was that of a sharply dressed human sitting behind a desk holding several papers. Their eyes were focused directly at Roxus and for a moment he thought that this was some sort of communication call before the next few sentences dissuaded him of that notion.

“Frank has been covering the ongoing war with the Tuvilite Conglomerate along the western edge of human controlled space.” The human at the desk spoke as a new image appeared beside them. It was of a human in a dark lit room wearing a form of body armor with the symbols “PRESS” written in brightly white print on the front and several layers of bandages wrapped around their head. “We were starting to get worried about you when we didn’t hear from you Frank; what’s the situation over there?”

The second human, this Frank, nodded as if hearing something before speaking.

“Thanks Mark.” Frank began calmly, “The Tuvilite fleet in orbit has been scrambling the majority of communication signals heading offworld leaving the planet in an almost black hole of information; I’m only able to speak to you now as earlier this morning Terran ground forces launched a surgical strike on a nearby Tuvilite orbital battery emplacement and shot down several ships in the jamming network.”

“Do you know if communications are stable now?” Mark asked, but Frank shook his head. Roxus noticed that when this Frank did so a layer of the bandages shifted revealing a patchwork of dried blood underneath.

“I doubt it Mark.” Frank said regretfully. “The military officials I have spoken to have admitted that the Tuvilite navy is no doubt bringing in fresh ships to fill the gaps in the network and once again block all transmissions to and from the planet.”

Mark nodded and set down their papers. “In case we lose you during this transmission we hope you stay safe out there, but what can you tell us about the situation on the planet?”

“The situation here is dire, Mark.”

Roxus gasped in surprise and took a step back. This transmission, whoever it was for, was no doubt one of top security clearance. If he was caught listening to this he could be charged with espionage and lose his diplomatic protection.

Panicking, Roxus made to quickly leave the room when the doors to the waiting room opened and the secretary walked in holding his beverage.

“With the planet blockaded by the Tuvilite fleet forces on the surface are beginning to run desperately low on critical supplies, such as food, water, ammunition, and medical supplies.” The transmission droned on much to the horror of Roxus. “If the blockade around the planet cannot be broken soon the future military outlook here is looking grim.” That final line damn near made Roxus’s hearts stop in fear as he saw the secretary approach him and hand his requested drink over.

“I apologize for the wait,” she said calmly with a smile as she took her seat behind the desk again. “the dispenser on this floor is being repaired so I needed to go to the floor below.”

Roxus stood transfixed, unsure what to do.

Was this a ruse? He thought to himself as he pulled the cup to his beak to sip. Could they be testing me?

As he pondered these possibilities the display screen panned away from the Frank human and began playing several video feeds. One showed wounded human soldiers being carried through a system of tunnels while the sounds of explosions shook the ground. Another video then played of Tuvilite ships landing in a grassy field some distance away on the planet’s surface and disgorging several squads of their infantry units before rising back into the skies. The final video showed broken weapons casually tossed to the ground while injured human soldiers line the walls of some underground complex in dimly lit lighting.

The images being shown were something Roxus would never have seen outside a classified feed shared only with the highest levels of his government. The fact that he was seeing them, and that the human secretary seemed uninterested that he was, made this moment all the more confusing and stressful for the alien diplomat.

“Would you like me to change the channel?”

Roxus broke his gaze from the display to see the human secretary looking at him with concern.

“I had not expected the news coverage to include war footage so I had it set to auto play whenever the commercials were not on.

This statement perplexed Roxus. While he was not entirely familiar with every aspect of human culture, he had learned enough to know that commercials were essentially advertisements for products; yet the idea of them being put in a briefing such as this was unheard of.

“Forgive me,” Roxus finally asked, “but what is this that is showing?”

Leaning past him to get a better view, the secretary took a moment before answering. “It’s Global CO5 News channel,” she replied, “and I think they’re doing a war update piece.”

“News channel?”

The words were unfamiliar to Roxus, but thankfully the secretary was quick with an answer.

“They are a form of communication broadcasts that inform the people of what is going on in the universe or on their world depending on the scope of the broadcast.”

She motioned to the Mark human. “CO5 tends to focus on universal events and there’s nothing else going on aside from the Tuvilite war so that’s their main story.”

Roxus looked back at the display and the humans Mark and Frank continued talking with each other; their discussion not nearly as interesting after he had learned the full objective of the broadcast itself.

“So your leaders allow this broadcast to announce whatever information they want, even if it is negative to the governing body?” he found himself asking. To his surprise the human secretary nodded.

“It goes by a story by story basis.” She remarked. “Sometimes the hard truth comes out and people see it raw, while other times there are those that work behind the scenes to either bury or alter reported events to suit their needs.”

Raw information such as this being displayed was all but unheard of for his government. They would censor anything that made the state look weak or ineffective and as a result the general population felt certain levels of nationalistic pride and unity.

With the humans having such little control over the information shared via this platform it was amazing they were able to continue to function as a species let alone as a galactic power.

As he stood pondering this new development the secretary tapped their ear and nodded at something Roxus could not hear.

“The overseer is ready for you now.” she said sweetly as the doors to the overseers office opened and she motioned him through.

Roxus was dragged back to the original reason he had come today and confidently entered the officer, but at the back of his mind he was already making mental notes to have several displays back at his embassy tune in to these human news channels and see what other secrets the humans were openly broadcasting.

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Rocketober: Day 6 Bounty Hunter

Rocket was expecting the bounty that he had taken to be an easy job, finding the person named on the paper and hauling their ass over alive to where they needed to go. Some jackass on Contraxia was paying a hundred credits to have this person returned to them, something about a huge debt owed, Rocket didn’t care he just needed some quick funds to secure a better ship to fly. He found her at the edge of Kree space on the planet Lamentis hiding out in a shack just outside of one of the bustling marketplace, Rocket's scanner was able to verify using biometrics that he had the right person; Opaline.

The sage green hood had kept most of her features covered but after Rocket had used his blaster set to stun to knock her out he was able to get a good look at her. Long strands of curly blonde hair curtained the fragile features that made up the girl's face, long lashes and full lips Rocket could only assume what happened to her on Contraxia. Rocket made sure to keep his bounty securely bound to the seat next to him as this tiny ship didn’t have a holding bay for prisoners, so this was going to have to do. His prisoner was silent so silently in fact that Rocket didn’t notice when she woke up and turned to be trapped in a set of brilliant vermillion eyes but Opaline didn’t say so much as a peep.

At first it didn’t bother Rocket, it was nice not to hear his bounty beg for their freedom but once the second day hit, knowing that there were still four days left in travel time, Rocket was beginning to crave some form of conversation. It took an impromptu fight with a bunch of space pirates (not Ravangers) who also tried to take his bounty before he heard Opaline speak in a voice more delicate than crystal.

“I appreciate you” Before something tumbled out of her mouth and onto the floor below as Rocket picked it up he could see that it was a pile of three units and when locking eyes with Opaline who looked terrified.

“Explain” Rocket’s voice was gruff, leaving no room for argument; he wanted to know what the krutracking flark was going on here!

“Every woman in the maternal family will have twins, always girls and the oldest set of twins gets what is referred to as a blessing. Each will end up having a set of words associated that when said cause certain effects?”

Rocket thought this sounded like bullshit but he still asked “Effects?”

Opaline took a moment to compose herself before continuing “We don’t know the words that are special till we say them, one twin will spit fortune the other food usually in the form of amphibians oddly enough”

Opaline looked over at Rocket, getting the immediate sense that he was seeing is believing type “La Peine” a medium sized moonstone tumbled from out her lips and onto the floor before Rocket.

“So you spit fortune then?” The head bobbed up and down quickly “I need time to think that over, get in the ship” Opaline complied she didn’t really have a choice otherwise.

A few hours after Rocket asked for more of her story, and why Contraxia wanted her back so badly it wasn’t a hard leap in logic they wanted their literal money maker back. Rocket’s face pinched into a deep scowl when he listened as Opaline described how much some of the glittering treasures hurt to pass, her voice was so soft after years of having her vocal cords ripped by sharp gems, and he audibly snarled when the implications of wanting to see how far Opalines biology could be shared to have the effects replicated.

Rocket hated losing out on the credits but even a piece of shit like himself couldn’t hand over a treasure like Opaline to those assholes.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm of him picking up a few jobs here and there while Opaline worked her skills keeping the living spaces usable as well as making sure he ate. The problem was the amount of interested parties in Opaline's existence, she was well known as the galaxy's golden goose as the Terrans would say. Rocket neverminded the conflict but he could see as it began to wear on Opaline, guilt illuminating in those glittering eyes more each day. Rocket couldn’t explain the warm feelings that stirred within his gut when she looked at him, sometimes he found himself rambling to her just to hear her delicate laugh fill the dark corners of the ship.

It made complete sense to Rocket that they both kissed after sharing a bottle of Liquid Gold as they were forced to wait out an ion field storm before they could safely fly again. Rocket was curious to see how many jewels he could find exploring Opaline's body.

Eyes flushed so bright they glittered like twin Topazes.

Skin flushed pale pink like Calcite.

Lips that he kissed Ruby.

And a cunt flushed as brightly as Coral.

The greatest feeling of fortune was felt in her arms afterward as Rocket fell into a restful sleep but to his surprise when he awoke Opaline was nowhere to be found neither was his escape pod. Livid he pulled on his pants moving towards the Captains seat to start tracking her down when he saw a note.

Dear Rocket,

I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. I’m too well known and they are never going to stop. It’s selfish and I’m so sorry that this is going to destroy you but please don’t close yourself off to the next person they might be everything I can’t be. I hope the gift I left you helps to soothe the wound a bit though I know that it won’t I wanted to try.

I care about you Rocket, you make me rethink the concept of my line ending with me but I know that’s what I need.

Goodbye <3 Opaline

Under the note was a pile that amounted to one hundred credits and one large azure blue stone that was the size of his fist and it looked like she had captured the sky for him; he wondered what word she used.

He wondered how she could be so stupid to think that he wouldn’t look for her.

Her mistake.

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(Spoilers for TFE if you haven't seen the newest episode!!!) Could you do a bot! reader x bumblebee, where instead of him she got sent out to find grimlock and ended up getting her energon stolen, instead of his? Thank you!!

I've seen them and I definitely like this idea! I did a little one shot after the fact, I hope you like it anon!

For those who don't know; if you like my writing style you can always commission me!

The last thing you remembered was trying to transform when a wave of exhaustion had taken you offline, the impact of fighting for days without rest finally taking its toll and forcing your battered frame into an emergency stasis after you'd been sure the kids were safe. Recalling the young Terrans and their human siblings brought a flash of alarm to your processor, forcing it to boot up completely as protective programming took control. Only the considerable pain lingering in your battered mesh kept you from flying off the berth you found yourself on, rooting you to the spot with a groan as you settled for cracking open your optics.

A servo was laid over your own as soon as you caught a blurry yellow figure overhead and at your side, but you didn't need the visual to clear before a familiar voice allowed you to identify them.

"Thank Primus you're awake!" Bumblebee said with emphatic relief, his other servo dipping beneath yours to tightly grasp it. Even as the fog of your injuries and long overdue nap kept you from fully catching up to the moment, your worried grimace softened to a smile at his touch, much of your fear evaporating at his presence. The Scout began fretting over you as soon as his wide blue optics met your own. "Does anything hurt? How are your energon levels? We've got you on a drip, but I can top you off."

"I'm fine…" you promised, despite not having the energy to stand. Flinching at the pain of speaking, you brought a spare servo to your throbbing helm, closing your optics before a quick glance around the room increased your confusion. The small medical bay was not Philadelphia, and more resembled one of the many secret safehouses the Autobots had scattered across the globe. "How did I get here?"

"The kids had to tell their parents about their little field trip. Lieutenant Malto called Optimus, and he arranged for you to be brought here. Ratchet just left, he said you'll be fine after a few days." Bumblebee explained thoroughly, going down your list of concerns as only a bot who knew you as well as he did could. The news helped you relax, but the lingering sting of the energon draining needles that had pierced your mesh made you need a touch more clarification.

"So the kids are okay?" you asked. When he nodded in confirmation, you returned his hold on your servo with a sigh of relief, thankful that the young ones had gotten out unscathed. Things had been dire in the city's depths, and even after they'd beaten Mandroid you'd been too exhausted to ensure they were safe, a fact that ate at your spark. The pain of not being able to protect your young charges was worse than anything you'd endured in the ring.

"Yeah. I got the summary from Twitch." Bumblebee said with a nod, dropping his gaze and revealing you weren't the only one suffering from regrets. His grip on your servo tightened, thumb sliding across the back of your palm as shame filled his voice. "I knew I should have been the one on that mission…"

You could have predicted he'd blame himself for your injuries. Considering what had happened with Breakdown only a few weeks prior, you weren't surprised the mech was still reeling with guilt, especially as you hadn't had a chance to speak with him in person. "Bee-"

"I'm the one who got caught!" he interrupted, confirming your suspicion as he directly referenced the fateful race that had exposed him to GHOST. Tears filled the corners of his optics as he continued before you could summon the strength to stop him. "I'm the reason we have to work apart for now. If I'd been there, maybe-"

"Maybe you would have been drained, and then we'd be in the same boat, if you could even guarantee we'd be that lucky." you interrupted as forcefully as your aching frame allowed, briefly sitting upright to make your point despite the pain and exhaustion dragging you down. Bumblebee was shocked into silence by your words, though his expression shifted to one of concern when you flopped back on the berth with a hiss of discomfort. Keeping one servo under his, you lifted the other to cup his cheek, calming him and yourself with the long missed contact. "I'm just happy to see you again. Let me have this…"

"I can do that." he sighed softly, returning your hint of a smile as he leaned into your touch. The weeks the two of you had been apart felt like eons, and the Scout took his time savoring your presence, angling his helm to place a small kiss in your palm before he whispered in thankful relief. "Primus, I missed you so much…"

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