#megatron looks like he almost had it poor guy
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Heyyyyyy guys wrote something else. Again, based off of @rust-bearer’s OTHER post found here. That’s all, so. Also OP I’m probably done writing stuff to go with your posts now but in the future if you’re ever like “please don’t bother tagging me just post the link for the original post” just let me know. Was gonna finish this last night by I was tired so I just went to bed instead lol.
This is G1 First Aid and Vortex by the way. Also, I WILL be posting this to ao3, I said with the last one I that wouldn’t be but haha I lied it’ll be there later today or something, I don’t know yet.
It was probably wrong to stare, Vortex knew, but that didn’t exactly stop him from doing so.
When he had originally swept in and plucked the little medic off of the battlefield before taking him back to their base, Vortex hadn’t expected such a depressing reaction. He’d captured plenty of bots in the past before (he’d also captured a human here and there, but Megatron didn’t know that, so Vortex wasn’t about to gloat), and the usual sequence of events went a little something like this: the prisoner would panic, then try to flee, then get aggressive (this was Vortex’s favorite part, since it gave him an excuse to rile the prisoners up a little), but at the end of the day, they always ended up drawing in on themselves and either refused to give up anything valuable or spilled everything all at once so they could finally be free of him.
The little Autobot medic, though? Vortex couldn’t remember his name, but he remembered his face, and Vortex knew for a fact that he’d never, ever seen the poor thing look so despairing.
Vortex was not empathetic, not on any level. It wouldn’t look good for a mech of his title, after all. Besides, he enjoyed the pleasure that came from tormenting his chosen prisoners far too much to waste any time caring for their feelings. When it came to the little medic, however, something felt different. It was almost like kicking a stray cyber-puppy, terrorizing the poor Autobot, and even he wasn’t cruel enough to do that.
It had been a pretty normal mission, as far as Vortex was concerned. Yet another mindless battle had found him lazily drifting through the air and scanning the grounds below for anything of interest. The medic’s paint job had stuck out to him almost immediately, which… well, that was normal, wasn’t it? Either way, a quick check-in with an exasperated Onslaught had given Vortex the go-ahead on taking the medic in as a Decepticon captive, if only to appease Vortex’s ridiculous desires. He didn’t have any other responsibilities, so it didn’t hurt, and Vortex always got a kick out of bringing the little medic back with him.
First Aid didn’t stay long—he never did, really, which was disappointing—but he always stayed long enough for Vortex to get his fix before the remaining Protectobots were pounding on the doors and begging for their arm back. Today, though? Today, Vortex was almost hoping they’d come by early. He wasn’t about to tarnish his reputation and give up the medic himself, but he wasn’t quite sure how much longer he could stand to watch.
The door’s window was high, so Vortex had to really crane his neck and stand on the tips of his pedes to see through. It was one-way glass, at least, so he was safe knowing the Autobot on the other side couldn’t catch a glimpse of him peering through the window, optics narrowed behind his visor as he struggled to piece together what his little prisoner was up to. The room was soundproof, so Vortex couldn’t hear anything, but from the way the little medic sat huddled in the farthest corner of the berth (it was a thin metal slab, really, but he called it a berth) with his legs to his chest and his helm buried in his servos, he had a feeling his prisoner wasn’t having the best time.
Weird, he thought. They hadn’t even started playing, and the Autobot was already miserable.
“What’s he doing?”
Vortex was startled by the sound of Onslaught’s voice from behind, though he did his very best not to let it show. He gave up on getting a good look through the glass and rocked back on his heels, a little huff of annoyance slipping through gritted teeth. He was just about to get to the bottom of why his favorite prisoner was looking so glum—why had Onslaught chosen now of all times to interrupt?
“He’s just sitting there,” Vortex shrugged, taking a step back to let Onslaught have a look. Privately, he detested the way Onslaught didn’t even show an ounce of struggle with looking through the glass, his frame large enough to accommodate the strange door design. Really though, who put a window up that high up anyway? “Hasn’t moved an inch.”
“Weird,” Onslaught said, voicing Vortex’s previous thoughts. He fell silent for some time, simply staring through the window and studying their prisoner—Vortex’s prisoner, really, but a prisoner nonetheless. “Have you gone inside there yet? Your little pet might be lonely.”
Vortex gave an indignation scoff and a stomp of his pede, his arms crossing over his chest. “He’s my prisoner,” he corrected, “not my pet.”
Onslaught simply rolled his optics. “Whatever. Megatron has ordered us to go back out for a second wave in a few hours, so I suggest you start wrapping things up in here. His gestalt won’t be happy to have him gone during an active siege.”
Vortex didn’t have to think about it too much to know Onslaught was very delicately scolding him for choosing today of all days to kidnap his Autobot again, but he decided not to respond. Onslaught did have a point, after all, and bad mood or no, he was going to get as much out of his favorite Autobot prisoner as he could before the Protectobots came for him.
Vortex waited for Onslaught to leave before scurrying off to their energon storage to grab a container for the little medic. After making sure the coast was clear, and that Blast Off wasn’t lingering around the corner and waiting to berate him for wasting their resources on an Autobot, Vortex headed back to the holding cell. He stood outside the door for a good few seconds, stuck debating on whether or not he should just let it slide this once and leave the Autobot to his own devices, but eventually decided that a little conversation couldn’t hurt. Once his mind had been made up, Vortex punched in the door’s code and then stepped inside.
There was no reaction from the little medic, which surprised Vortex. Even when he sealed the door shut behind him and headed for the berth to set the cube of energon down before quickly scrambling back, the Autobot didn’t move. He was quiet, save for the soft, shuddering breaths and sniffles every few seconds.
Vortex was perplexed, to say the least. Usually the little medic was already sat on the berth watching the door, as though waiting for him to come inside. They weren’t exactly on friendly terms, but he’d never seen the not so closed off before. He was just about to say something when the medic shifted, lifting his helm from where it remained buried in his servos and knees with an audible sniff.
“Uhh… hi,” Vortex said, unsure of how else to approach the conversation. When he got no response out of his prisoner other than another teary sniffle and watery optics that studied him from behind a blue visor, he continued. “You, um… you good? You want some energon or something?”
The medic’s helm turned just a bit, his gaze drifting down to the energon sitting next to him on the berth. Vortex felt a little hopeful now; maybe that was the problem, maybe his little prisoner was just a little hungry. Instead of making any move to accept the offer of fuel, however, the medic just gave another shuddering sigh and wrapped his arms around his legs, letting his helm come down to rest against his knees.
“It ain’t poisoned,” Vortex chuckled awkwardly, gesturing with a servo to the energon before crossing his arms back over his chest. “I mean—well, yeah, you can’t exactly trust my team not to pull something stupid like that, but… but it’s probably fine.”
Still nothing. Vortex’s frown deepened, and he began tapping a pede against the floor as he studied his prisoner’s prone form.
Was he sick? Had Vortex accidentally taken an infected bot into custody? The medic had taken his mask off sometime between arriving and being put in the room, and while Vortex liked getting the chance to see the face beneath, he could tell by the streaks of lubricant that glistened in the room’s dim lighting that his captive had been crying.
Primus, how on earth was he supposed to deal with that?
It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen a bot crying before—quite the opposite, really. Still, there was something about seeing the little Autobot medic so distraught that had Vortex’s innards twisting with guilt. There was nothing pleasant about the sight, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.
“You know,” he said, nervously wringing his servos and fidgeting with his fingers as he looked the medic over. “If you want, I could probably go back out and grab one of your little combiner pals. Onslaught wouldn’t even have to know. It’d be really quick, and maybe then you’d—“
At first, Vortex wasn’t quite sure what the sound was or where it was coming from, but a low, keening whine cut him off almost immediately. Vortex recoiled at the sound, watching in mild horror as the little medic curled back in on himself, his shoulders shaking with deep, gut-wrenching sobs. It was the sort of sound he’d expect a human fleshbag to be capable of making, not a fellow Cybertronian, so to say he was surprised to hear such noises coming from his prisoner would have been an understatement.
“Oh,” he hissed, mouth twisted in a grimace behind his mask. “Oh, slag. Slag, sorry—I’m sorry, that was… that wasn’t—yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
As the Autobot continued to tremble and sob, Vortex took a few cautious steps forward, servos extended as though he were approaching a wild animal. He stopped halfway across the room, his resolve faltering, and briefly considered just walking away and requesting backup from Swindle or something. Swindle was good with most bots, Vortex thought. He’d know what to do in this situation.
Still, throwing it onto someone else’s shoulders just seemed like a cop-out. He was the interrogator, after all. A reaction like this should have been right up his alley—he should have been enjoying the emotional display. But… he wasn’t.
Hesitantly, Vortex crept closer to the berth until he was practically towering over the huddled ball of tears and plating. He reached out slowly, a shaky servo coming down to rest against the medic’s visible shoulder. After receiving no backlash for the move, Vortex took a more confident approach and crawled up onto the berth right next to the Autobot. It was slow, and it was awkward, but with a bit of patience, Vortex managed to position himself so that he was curled up next to the crying medic, one servo still patting his shoulder plating in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
Vortex knew for a fact that this wasn’t something he’d ever get used to, but there was something interesting about knowing how vulnerable and how human his prisoner could be, given just the right circumstances.
#first aid#vortex#texaid#it’s one-sided though but I suppose it still applies#g1#tumblr marked this as mature??? what the hell?
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The Autobots and Decepticons are the bane of every paranormal investigator
Since its the spooky season, here is a spooky idea. XD
But like since the mechs can transform into regular vehicles or objects, moving around and even operating without anyone there.
Imagine poor paranormal investigators trying to do their job and find a ghost but it turns out to be nothing more than a mech in their disguise again XD
How did this start?
Well, during a Decepticon mission, Soundwave is collecting data or recording something for Megatron to use in his latest evil scheme. Soundwave is hiding out in this abandoned house close to the target area and was just minding his own business. Just being a little tape deck by the window.
Then came the paranormal investigators who came to the abandoned house and find a ghost. Not wanting them to interfere with his data collecting, Soundwave does everything to scare them, such as playing music when they pass by, projecting his voice, and such.
Of course, this goes badly since now the paranormal investigators think this is an actual ghost they found. Now they're setting everything up to chat with ghost and won't leave.
The investigators do everything to get the "Ghost" to chat with them, asking questions, trying to strike up a conversation, and even flirting. (Soundwave now knows of the corniest ghost pick up lines, much to his dismay)
Soundwave eventually had enough of it and flies in his tape deck form, scaring the investigators away. They leave their equipment behind and Soundwave is finally able to get his work done.
However, this incident it goes viral and now everyone is debating if the "blue tape deck ghost" is real or not.
This reaches the Decepticons who look at the embarrassed Soundwave. Soundwave tries to explain his reasoning, but Megatron thinks this is A BRILLIANT IDEA.
Megatron: "If we scare them, we'll be able to cause so much chaos and drive the Autobots crazy with our virality! Thus, we shall defeat them once and for all!"
Soundwave: "What."
Starscream: "I just think he wants an excuse to mess with people, which I don't mind."
So now, the Decepticons have made it their mission to mess with paranormal investigators. From Skywarp hiding in an abandoned hangar and teleporting when the investigators are not looking, to Motormaster driving by the investigators' cars in haunted areas.
Of course, they're captured on video and go viral, which does get the attention of the Autobots because like, "Why are you guys messing with humans?!"
Because like, why are they wasting time messing with people of all things when they could fight in the war.
So the Autobots try to deter the Decepticons' chaotic rampage of scaring people. Which gets things to snowball into something bigger as now the claims of "haunted vehicles fighting each other" are on the rise.
Of course, as time goes on the investigators do catch who are the Autobots and Decepticons. Which means the haunted stuff they recorded is just giant robots messing with them. Now they have to shift through so much recorded videos and photos of "haunted vehicles" to see which ones are the actual ghosts and who are just mechs.
Now whenever a new claim of "Haunted vehicle" or "haunted object" is thrown out, a tired paranormal investigator would ask, "Did you check if it was an Autobot or Decepticon?" because almost always its either one of them XD
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Chronic Interruptions
Prompt: Day 5 - Confessions / Pining
Continuity: IDW1
Rating: Teen
Relationship: Rodimus & Megatron
Characters: Rodimus & Megatron
Warnings: Suggestive themes
Summary: In which Rodimus makes the same mistake repeatedly.
Crossposting: AO3 | DreamWidth
Fic under cut
Clock out.
Rodimus’s favorite time of the day.
The time of the day when he was permitted to do absolutely nothing productive with complete impunity. The moment he was off the clock, not even the rules lawyers—even if Mags was a literal lawyer—could do nothing about it.
No reports, no responsibilities… unless it was an emergency like the ship catching fire or crashing into an asteroid or weird aliens from a weird subspace dimension trying to use them as weird living batteries for their weird machines like that one time, which Rodimus could only describe as “really weird.”
Hopefully no emergencies.
The timekeeping program sluggishly booted up on the console built into the arm of the captain’s chair, beeping coquettishly, promising Rodimus his freedom.
He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
He could hand the keys over to Megs and let him deal with all the petty problems of leadership for a shift. While Rodimus had grown to appreciate his responsibility as a leader, it was still nice to take the hat off every now and then.
What fun activities would he fill his free time with?
He could play video games. He could take a nap. He could go for a solo race in the lower decks where his odds of accidentally crashing into someone was negligible. Or he could invite Drift and the crashing would be intentional.
All sorts of entertainment could be had, but if he were to be honest with himself, Rodimus knew he would almost certainly just end up lying on his couch, watching holonet reruns and snacking on salty bismuth chips.
Still not a bad way to spend his time.
The software, finally done lagging like Magnus without a warm morning beverage, at last allowed Rodimus to finish signing in to clock out for the day.
Grinning, he tapped the long-memorized sequence of commands that released him from his bondage.
“Rodimus.” Megatron’s voice sounded from close behind him, a reminder that his replacement was punctual as always. “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”
That was never a good sign.
He had noticed Megatron looking at him kind of oddly lately, for the past few weeks. Staring, almost.
He was probably mad at Rodimus about something stupid… or not so stupid that Rodimus had overlooked.
Better put off the lecture as long as feasibly possible.
“Can it wait, Megs?” he asked, cheerfully vaulting up out of his chair to pass the baton of “the ship’s your problem now” to his co-captain. Rodimus stuck the landing a few paces away, hands triumphantly resting on his hips.
Standing at the side of the captain’s chair, Megatron, unfortunately, didn’t look particularly impressed, but he rarely did.
Resting glitch face. That was the poor guy’s curse. Oh well. It didn’t detract from how pleasant he was to look at now that he wasn’t prone to wanton violence and destruction. A shame Rodimus didn’t have time to admire the aesthetics.
“No, I don’t th—“
“I’m off the clock now, buddy.” Rodimus shot him a playful fingerguns gesture, double-barreled at that to better ward off the growing disappointment on his pal’s face. “Gotta go! Don’t do anything with the Lost Light that I wouldn’t do!”
With the whir of a warm transformation cog and a roaring engine, Rodimus zoomed off the bridge and down the hall with no particular goal in mind than getting as far away from work as possible.
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Several days later, Rodimus was surprised to show up on the bridge after having a look at one of Perceptor’s latest projects and find Megatron waiting outside of their shared office, arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently. Probably impatiently. “Nervously” didn’t seem to fit his image of perfect stoicism.
It wasn’t even Megatron’s shift for another several hours.
Rodimus hadn’t gotten any urgent messages, so he doubted his co-captain had showed up for an emergency meeting.
Probably not overtime either otherwise he would have just gone into the office and quietly minded his own business.
Red optics glowered at him, flashing bright as soon as Megatron noticed Rodimus’s presence on the bridge.
“There you are, Rodimus.”
Shoot.
He’d been caught. Doing what? No clue, but he didn’t want to stick around and find out.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
Megatron was still mad at him about whatever it was the other day when Rodimus blew him off.
It must have really been something aggravating if Megatron was still letting it fester rather than “releasing it into the universe” or whatever it was that Drift said people should be doing with their unhappiness.
Or was it meditating?
Heck, Rodimus couldn’t remember. Not remembering something debatably important was probably what had gotten Megatron mad at him in the first place. The obvious failure point of “not remembering what he had forgotten” did him no favors either.
“Uh….”
Rodimus’s mouth hung open, arms awkwardly out to his sides like a poorly timed freeze frame.
“Privately, please.” Megatron gestured to the closed office door at his side.
Even if Megatron wanted to spare Rodimus’s dignity by not giving him a dressing down in front of the crew, Rodimus still wasn’t exactly keen on getting that dressing down.
At all.
Well, not the verbal kind about bad behavior anyway.
It was a shame, Rodimus thought, that he was always getting on Megatron’s nerves.
“So, I’m actually—“ he started, only for one of the Pyrobots to burst onto the bridge, smelling strongly of burning oil and stumbling over himself.
After finally coming to a stop, Kindle panted, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.
“Captains!” he gasped. Wordless mumblings accompanied by vague gestures as he tried to catch his breath were all the story they got.
“Someone pushed Fervor into the oil reservoir and now it’s on fire?” Rodimus suggested. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Although, technically last time Kindle had been the one to end up in the greasy drink and Fervor had been the one to run for help.
Kindle nodded frantically, unaware that he was not just Fervor’s lifesaver right now.
“You should have called!”
Opening the comm panel on his wrist, presumably to summon Ultra Magnus and other backup, Megatron made for the door.
Rodimus swerved around him just as he reached the threshold into the hallway before flipping into his alt-mode to beat him to the reservoir.
He owed Kindle one for his well-timed intrusion. Megatron wouldn’t have time to complain at him during an emergency.
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Lying on the couch of his habsuite, Rodimus watched as reruns of some goofy old cartoon about two opposing factions of organics that turned into weird fleshy monsters flashed on the holonet. It was cheesy and the animation was often awkward or outright bad. It was so earnestly silly despite the garbage quality, Rodimus couldn’t help but find a measure of glee from watching it on his downtime.
Also, he didn’t want to bother trying to find anything else to watch today. If he didn’t want to get up, he didn’t have to, and no one would stop him.
The tin of bismuth chips he had been shoveling into his face seemed oddly light.
Rodimus stuffed his palm into the tin, only to discover that the salty, crunchy goodness that had brought both tactile and gustatory joy to his bingewatching experience was no more. He’d eaten the entire thing.
Damn.
Fine. He’d get up for more chips.
He chucked the tin into the pile of discarded snack packaging on the floor. The lid from the tin was already lost in the ether of the mess, but that was fine. The whole lot would end up in the recycler anyway. When he got around to it. He’d get around to it soon.
Hm.
He’d get around to it.
Maybe he could get Drift to do it by trading bridge shifts with him or something.
Rodimus grumbled as he got up from the couch, joints protesting because he’d stayed in the same exact posture for the last three hours.
Just as he got to the cabinets where he typically stored his goodies, the comm in his wrist started buzzing, an alert popping up in his internal HUD.
Megatron was calling.
While Rodimus often let direct comm calls go to voicemail, since he was already up, he decided to answer this one.
“Hey, Megs, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling open the cabinet doors.
Empty.
Damn.
Time for a snack run to the cargo hold.
“Do you have a moment, Rodimus?”
A red flag began to wave frantically around in his processor. His spark sank in his chest, cold with the anxiety that he had royally screwed something up.
While on a normal day, when Megatron wasn’t being a know-it-all, his voice was actually pleasant to listen to. Rodimus had recently started tricking him into telling stories of the war and life before it by asking leading questions. This was both to waste time and to hear him talk more without being nagged at.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure he could make much headway with that tactic today. It rarely worked when Megatron had a discrete goal in mind.
“Uh—“
Wait.
An idea.
“No, Megs, I’m actually super busy right now. I was waiting for a phone call from….” Who to throw under the bus? Someone random, someone who didn’t get into trouble that wouldn’t be an immediate target for Megatron’s pacifist wrath. Sure, the mech wouldn’t resort to physical violence, but verbal violence was still very much on the table. “… Doubletap.”
“Really—“
Megatron was doubting his admittedly flimsy story.
Time to bail.
“Gotta go, Megs! I need to keep the line open. Talk to you later, okay? Bye!”
Rodimus hung up, breathing a sigh of relief at the sound of disconnected radio static mingling with the melodramatic noises of cartoon violence from his holonet screen.
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The early morning was the best time to sleep, in Rodimus’s humble opinion.
An excellent time to be curled up under heavy quilted tarpaulins in a nice pocket of warm air, one foot and the opposite arm sticking out of the pile for carefully calculated temperature regulation. A time where all dreams were just short of real, blending with the material universe whenever his processor surfaced for a breath of consciousness to debate the costs and benefits of truly waking up.
“Rodimus.”
The voice was familiar but distant, like it was behind a wall.
Megatron sometimes hung out in his dreams, he thought, rolling over in his comfy pile.
He used to be signifier that Rodimus was having a nightmare, a hulking purple and black menace intent on consuming his spark for some cruel purpose. Or sometimes he used to laugh at Rodimus, telling him he was too late to save his friends… or that he had forgotten to close his panels after a wash and how embarrassing that was. A real leader wouldn’t show up to save the day with their bait and tackle out like some sort of dumbaft.
But after getting to know Megatron, Rodimus mostly encountered him in dreamland as a boring, but good-looking reminder to do his work or fulfill some silly task or some stubborn, unhelpful companion on a quest. The time Dream Megatron had refused to the flip the “Save The Day Switch” that he had been standing right next to had been an exercise in imaginary frustration that had nearly driven Dream Rodimus to choke the life out of his phantom co-captain.
“Rodimus,” the voice repeated.
He rolled over again, flopping onto his back.
The tarpaulins slipped down slightly, revealing his optics to the ceiling he had painted matte black last month, the dark swathes flecked with “stars” where the unsealed paint had started to chip away.
If he squinted and let his focal rings go lax, Rodimus could imagine Megatron standing there amidst the infinite field of the cosmos as he sunk away from consciousness. Waking up wasn’t worth it right now.
He would never admit it, even on pain of torture or death, but sometimes Rodimus enjoyed ogling Dream Megs. Big, strong mechs had a special sort of appeal, even the ones that liked to paint themselves like dead metal. It was a style, even if it was one he personally wouldn’t want to wear.
Sometimes Rodimus even liked to think about grabbing onto the heavy plating and climbing up. Unfortunately, those sorts of dreams tended to be the sorts of dreams that gave intimate parts of his frame the warm fuzzies that he was glad to be in the privacy of his habsuite for.
Shame the real Megatron was a boring stick in the mud, who only struggled marginally less than Minimus to have genuine fun. Maybe one day. He’d already made a lot of progress on being less dull.
“Rodimus!” Dream Megatron’s voice was getting insistent. He was even knocking on the door now.
Door.
He wasn’t dreaming a door, was he?
No, he didn’t think so.
His focal rings spiraled close, sharpening his vision in an instant. The hazy image of Megatron against a field of stars vanished, replaced by Rodimus’s chipping ceiling.
He sat up, the knocking on his very real habsuite door continuing unabated.
“I’m coming!” he hollered, throwing the tarpaulins to the side, a slapdash attempt at disentangling himself. Maybe that would hold off Megatron from ripping his door off to get his attention—Megatron wouldn’t rip his door off.
Probably not anyway.
A shame. Might be fun with Dream Megatron.
The knocking, however, did stop by the time Rodimus smacked the access panel for the door.
The door slid back into the wall, revealing his large, very concrete visitor… who was scowling at him. Or… at least frowning. It was sometimes difficult to read the minute differences between the various frowns immediately after waking up.
He hoped it wasn’t a scowl.
He hadn’t even been awake long enough to mess something up. Unless he had been thinking vaguely naughty thoughts a little too loudly and by some curse, Megatron had telepathically caught him.
“Yeah, Megs?” Rodimus asked, blinking up at him and rubbing one drowsy optic with the back of his hand. “It’s kind of early, pal. What’s the emergency?”
Megatron opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. Instead, he hesitated, like he almost hadn’t expected Rodimus to open the door.
Maybe it wasn’t an emergency, but Megatron didn’t often look unsure. That was weird.
“No, I wouldn’t say so,” he finally said, nodding as though assuring himself that was the right thing to say. The low volume was at once unsettling and attractive. Rodimus didn’t know what to make of it… or this visit.
“Okay, then… what?”
Rodimus raised a curious optical ridge at his guest.
“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you, but….” Megatron trailed off, bringing a hand to his chin in thought. “How do I put this delicately….”
“Megs, you’re as delicate as a blaster shot to the forehead, so, uh, don’t worry about that. Just, uh, give it a go.”
Rodimus wondered if he would regret the encouragement. He didn’t want to take a double-tap of criticism pointblank to the face right after waking up.
“You’ve been avoiding me lately and if… you would prefer, I’ll never mention it again.”
That didn’t sound like impending criticism.
It was something worse, wasn’t it? Rodimus didn’t know what was worse.
His jaw dropped open, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Maybe a complete disavowal. Maybe Megatron hated his gears now and couldn’t stand the sight of him. He’d been an annoying bastard one too many times and now Megatron was going to tell him to get lost and never come back—Wait, no.
They were the only Cybertronians in this universe and this was their ship. He didn’t really have a place to go. Megatron also didn’t have the authority to exile him.
“I, uh….” Rodimus found himself stammering.
“This is difficult to say; I must apologize.” Megatron wasn’t making any sense. “I’ve spent hours planning what words to use, the order and rhythm to their pronunciation, and… now that I’m here, I’m finding myself at a loss. The entire situation is rather unorthodox and not something I’ve ever been particularly familiar with.”
“Just, uh….” His tongue felt thick and heavy, completely taken aback by Megatron’s rare lack of confidence. Admitting a gap in knowledge was quite the show of vulnerability. “Uh, spit it out then? You got this.”
At least they both felt stupid. A solidarity Rodimus didn’t really want but appreciated all the same.
“So be it.”
Rodimus blinked expectantly, optics wide. Where the hell was this going?
“I think I’ve—No. I’m certain that I’ve fallen in love with you.”
That was not what Rodimus had been expecting at all.
“Uh, thanks?”
But that was also the wrong thing to say in response to someone confessing tender feelings and Rodimus knew it the moment the words reflexively came out of his mouth.
The light in Megatron’s optics dimmed a fraction, enough for Rodimus to feel the sick chill of failure in his own spark.
He had to salvage this.
“No, wait!” Rodimus jumped up, reaching out and grabbing Megatron by the collar plating to stop him from walking away. He hadn’t made a move to go yet, but Rodimus couldn’t risk it. “That’s not what I mean.”
What was he supposed to say now?
Megatron hadn’t been mad at him all those times lately. He’d been… he’d been trying to tell him how he felt. Each damn time.
Rodimus felt like a heel, brushing off all of those attempts at a genuine connection, even if Kindle’s interruption was a emergency outside of his control.
“I….”
Megatron stared down at him, his own optics wide in bafflement as Rodimus babbled and hung off the front of his armor like an idiot.
“Look, I—“
It wasn’t as though he wasn’t interested. He’d just… never… thought to ask.
Primus, Rodimus was a moron, assuming Megatron just wasn’t into those sorts of relationships.
“You want to come in and, uh, stare at my ceiling?”
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A Collection of Transformers AU Synopses
I want to be more bold about posting my own work. One of my favorite hobbies besides drawing is also writing my own fan fiction. You've all seen my art of established characters. Now here's my writing. My stories follow my OC Ricochet, a Triple Changer who becomes a Sparkeater. How and why changes depending on the AU.
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Transformers: Epica
A mix of different elements from G1, IDW, and Prime. It is my longest-written AU and restarted my love of fanfic writing after a decade of nothing.
Follows the story of Ricochet and her origin as a miner from Tarn. Raised by Megatronus and his Conjunx after her spark was found by him, Ricochet is one of the early loyal followers of the Decepticons. Needing a break from life, Ricochet takes a vacation to Iacon. There she comes to the rescue of a pair of Velocitronians who were jumped by a gang when they got lost in the city. Ricochet's life takes a new turn.
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“I didn’t think I’d see you guys again after that encounter,” Ricochet said as they walked down the steps.
“We owed you it,” Breakdown said. “Thank you. Sorry you took a beating on behalf of us and our poor sense of direction.”
Ricochet smiled, her one optic feeling very sore from the bruising underneath. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a brawler at spark. You should see how the other ones looked when the cops arrived.”
“Lucky for you, I have medical training,” Knockout said, putting a servo to her face to get a good look. “Come with me and I’ll take care of that plus whatever dents and dings you received being our hero.”
Ricochet laughed. “Good luck finding those. Most of these are from just life.”
“Then I’ll take care of them, too.”
“What about the paint shop?” Breakdown asked.
“We’re here for a while, so no rush. So, we know your name is Ricochet. I’m Knockout, and this is my Conjunx Breakdown.” Breakdown gave a small wave.
“Nice to meet you both, despite the circumstances,” Ricochet replied. “So, where are we going?”
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Transformers: Bondings
This idea came to me in a dream. What if Cybertronians had a soulmate type of thing? Where they would feel the desire to sparkbond with another, not always one of their choosing?
Prime AU where humanity is aware of the Cybertronians existing.
Starts in 1989.
Ricochet is hiding on Earth in a human holoform, keeping away from other Cybertronians due to her status as a Sparkeater. Her life of peace is interrupted when the War comes to Earth, and it gets even worse when she has a run-in with the Second in Command of the Decepticons...and feels the tug of a bond.
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The tug. He felt it. He felt it in his spark. It almost stopped Starscream mid-flight as he recognized that feeling he had many moons ago when he first met his late Trinemates.
'Here?' He thought in confusion as they landed at the power station. Starscream ordered the Vehicons to begin pulling the fuel out of the station and then glanced around. It was a smaller human settlement and late at night, so few humans or vehicles were present. Those who were ran for cover when they arrived. He observed the various parked cars and trucks, wondering if any of them were Cybertronians. If so, they were most likely Autobots. Starscream had half a mind to shoot them all to find out, and it would get rid of the problem if he managed to kill the one he was feeling a bond towards. No Autobot, no bond, no problem. There was no desire in his spark for another bond again after…
Shaking his head from that memory, he turned back towards the Vehicons as they worked.
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Transformers: Exodus
A Prime AU that follows the events of the book of the same name.
Starscream, keeping post on Trypticon Station and studying the Dark Energon within, must contend with a surprise inspection from one of Megatron's most loyal soldiers: Ricochet.
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As he approached the docking bay, Starscream heard voices. Some he recognized as his own Seeker command and a new one. His Seekers sounded nervous. The new voice was unrecognizable at first, but when he got closer he realized who it was that Megatron sent.
Ricochet.
He growled. “Of course he sent her,” he thought. Ricochet; Megatron’s most loyal gladiator. He supposed it could have been worse; Soundwave or Shockwave could have been dispatched. Yet it did not bring him much comfort. The three of them were all creepy in their own ways. Soundwave with his horde of minions lurking in every corner and a visor covering his face. Shockwave with his lack of a face and penchant for questionable experiments. And Ricochet, whose brutality in the arena is only matched by Megatron himself and wore a battle mask covering the lower half of her face.
There was more to Ricochet that Starscream and many others did not care for. There was something…off about her. Starscream could not put a finger on it, but something about Ricochet’s aura was unsettling. Like some primal circuit in the brain module wanted to activate the Fight or Flight response when she looked at you. Ricochet turned to him as he entered, and he felt that little nudge and a shiver up his spinal strut. If he could see past the battle mask, he was sure she would be smirking at him.
“Starscream,” Ricochet said with a nod. “It’s been a while.”
“Yes, it has,” he agreed. In the back of his head, he thought about how that wasn’t such a bad thing.
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Just for tonight (Starscream/reader pt 3)
Summary: After a harsh beating from Megatron, Starscream seeks solace in the only place he can think of. And you of course, welcome him.
Chracters: Starscream/You (Miko and Bulkhead make a special appearance)
Tags: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, TW for abuse and just Megatron in general cause fuck that guy, no smut but it is refrenced, mutual pining, someone get Starscream some help for the love of god.
This was written by Edge
Personal blog: @hollister-mc
Sunlight dipped into your room, you groaned and rolled over. It was your day off, you only planned on getting up when you felt like it. Or if you had to pee before your bladder bursts, whichever came first.
Three short beeps of a horn make you jolt under your covers, you huff and drag the blankets over your head. People and their shitty driving would be something that irked you till the day you died… Wait, you live pretty far out. Why would someone be honking right outside, unless…
"Y/N!!!!! WAKE UP, IT'S ROCK AND ROLL TIME!" You groan even louder into your pillow as your front door gets assaulted by Miko’s fists. "GO AWAY I'M NOT HOME!" You scream back at her, and she goes silent. You pause and raise your head. There's no way that actually worked, right?
"BOO!"
"AH!" You vault your body onto the floor with a grunt. Miko starts to laugh maniacally outside your window. You wince as you move your stiff body up off the floor, you make your way over to the window, ripping open the blinds and unlatching your window lock.
Miko stops laughing as you yank her through the window. "Ow! Geez sorry, someone isn't a morning person." She mumbles. You roll your eyes and make your way over to your dresser to scour for an outfit. "No, especially on my day off." She scoffs and flops onto your bed. "You can't just sleep the day away! It's almost noon!"
You chuckle and turn back to her, outfit in hand. "You see Miko, the point of my day off means I can spend it however the hell I want. Besides, I already hung out with you guys yesterday."
Miko jumps up and latches onto your arm, putting on her best pair of puppy eyes. "Pleaseeeee Y/n! We love hanging out with you!" You chuckle and raise a brow. "I'm an adult, shouldn't hanging around me be a buzzkill?" She laughs and shakes her head rapidly, making her pigtails flop around. "Pfft what? So what if you're an adult, you don't act like it! Plus Jack is more of a buzzkill than you."
You laugh loudly and push her out of your room. "Alright, you've convinced me. Now get out so I can change."
You shut your door and quickly get ready. After a couple minutes you head out of your room to find Miko staring at your counter. Your stomach drops as you realize she's staring at the missing chunk in your counter.
"What happened here?" She asks, glancing up at you curiously. "Oh uh…"
FUCK! You completely forgot about your poor bar that got wrecked along with you last week.
"Oh right, yeah a friend and I were uh… Doing a project, and it uh— kinda got out of hand…" You ramble as you avidly search for shoes so you both can leave quickly and drop the conversation. "A friend huh? Which one?" Miko starts to get a wicked grin on her face.
"A friend from work." You say, a bit too quickly for Miko’s liking. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmhm, yup, yup, alright let's go!" You flash a nervous grin and gesture to the door. Miko stands with her hands on her hips, giving you a disapproving look. "I thought we were best friends Y/n?"
"We are–"
"Then why didn't you tell me you hooked up with someone?!"
You let out a squeak while waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to sway her. "Whoa! Haha, where'd you get that idea?!" She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Um hello? You're like– totally blushing!... Did yall get freaky?”
You nearly screamed, you did not want to have this conversation with a teenage girl. Especially this one, who would embarrass the hell out of you for it. “I’m leaving without you!” You shouted and ran out of your house.
Bulkhead swung open the driver door as you sprinted to his vehicle mode. Miko was yelling as she ran out of your house, the passenger side opened for her as well and she climbed it. Bulkhead started driving and broke the silence. "Whoa, where's the fire?" His amused voice comes through the radio.
Miko huffs and slouches in her seat, shooting you a frown. "Y/n won't tell me about their new partner!" You roll your eyes and cross your arms, staring out onto the road. Bulkhead sighs. "Miko… If Y/n wants to talk about their relationship then they will, stuff like that is private sometimes."
The teenager groans and sits up straighter. "Fine, but I hope you'll tell me about it soon!" You laugh and reach over, ruffling her pigtails fondly. "Sure Miko, I'm just figuring things out right now ya know?"
She nods and starts to laugh. "I understand, maybe it's a good thing you're keeping it private right now. We wouldn't want Starscream to find out would we?" You choke on air, a coughing fit starting up in your chest. Miko cackles loudly and Bulkhead groans in disgust. "Ugh Miko gross…"
Right, how could you forget? Let's rewind for a second. Now, it didn't go unnoticed by team prime that Starscream had a certain… Fixation on you. Whenever the cons got involved with whatever the bots were doing Starscream always seemed to make it his mission to capture you, or at the very least rile you up.
Most everyone didn't think anything of it, even you. Just chalked it up to Starscream hating how snarky you were with him. The flirts you would shoot at him were typically done out of range from the bots or cons, you didn't want to be asked questions you didn't have the answers too.
Most everyone didn't think anything of it… Except Miko.
See, she had this wild conspiracy theory that Starscream was secretly in love with you and that the reason he always tried to capture you was so he could have you all to himself… Hilarious right? You thought so, at least, you used to. Now? You don't know what the hell to believe.
"Oh come on Bulk, Screamers would be so jealous if he found out that Y/n was dating someone." Miko says. "Look, Starscream's not the type to care about anyone but himself. Especially about a human, no offense. But I think it's safe to say that he's not capable of any kind of affection."
Miko and Bulkhead start to bicker back and forth about Starscream and you. Bulkhead may have a point. Starscream is loyal to himself, you're not sure if he is capable of affection but you sure as hell know he's capable of turning the inside of your pants into a slip and slide. Your face burns at the thought and you do your best to tune out their conversation the rest of the drive to base.
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Starscream walked throughout the dreary halls of the Nemesis, his posture stiff. This past week had been absolute torture. You constantly plagued his thoughts, all day, all night. Even in recharge he can't escape you. He's been on edge constantly and everyone on the Nemesis was starting to notice. The worst part was that he had also begun to slack in his work. He'd be spacing out more, snapping at anyone who'd point it out. More errors in coding and other data entries, even taking more time than usual out on protrols.
Unfortunately for him, Megatron especially had begun to notice his second in command's change of behavior.
Starscream folded his servos behind his back nervously, pausing in front of the door to the bridge. Megatron had requested his presence a few moments ago, and he had a horrible feeling that he knew what it was about.
The doors slid open and he made his way onto the bridge. The room was mostly empty, only a couple of Vehicons were posted at their station, and of course, Megatron. Starscream made his way towards his leader, every step in his pedes felt like lead. Megatron was facing away from him.
"Starscream." He spoke, voice eerily calm.
"Lord Megatron." Starscream replied.
"Do you know why I called you here?" Megatron asked.
Starscream paused. Either he had found out about Starscream's little escapade with you, or he was here to reprimand him about his slacking lately. A small part of him hoped it was something completely different, but the underlying malice in his voice told him that there was no painless way out of this.
"No my liege… I do not." He uttered. Megatron instantly picked up on his reluctance. The tall mech slowly turned around, glaring down at his second in command. “I don’t like liars Starscream. You know perfectly well why you're here. Correct?” Megatron started to circle Starscream as he spoke. The shorter mech felt his knees tremble. “I don’t tolerate slackers. You should know that better than anyone. It’s bad enough my second in command is a spineless fool who constantly plots behind my back, but I don’t need one who does poor work as well.”
“I’m sorry my–” Starscream grunted in pain as Megatron struck him across the face, the force of the blow making him crumple to the ground. “The only reason you’re still here is because you’re of better use to me here than anywhere else.” Megatron sent a kick to his side. Starcream jolted to the side, landing painfully on his wings. “Don’t make me regret it, Starscream. I’ll dispose of you myself if you stop serving a purpose to me.”
Starscream shakily tried to get to his knees but Megatron grabbed his wings and threw him to the side, eliciting a sharp yelp from the seeker. Despite the throb of pain running through Starscream, he couldn’t help the rush of relief that coursed through him as well.
Megatron didn’t know about you.
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You waved goodbye to Miko and Bulkhead from the top step of your house. The two drove away, blasting heavy metal. You chuckled and headed into your dark home. A yawn escaped your mouth as you flicked on the light of your living room, you set down your things on a chair and stretched. You had an eventful day at the base, Wheeljack was back on Earth visiting, so naturally the day was filled with fun and chaos.
Before you could head into your bedroom a familiar sound of an engine stopped you. Your heart instantly started to beat faster, you hadn’t seen Starscream in a week. You wait for him to burst through your back door but you hear shuffling and muttering instead. Slowly you make your way to the back door, creaking it open you see Starscream there in his smaller form clutching his side. Instantly you notice the dents and scratches littering his form. The grimace of pain in his face was enough to snap you out of your shocked stare. “Christ— What happened to you?” You swing the door open fully enough for him to come in. A hiss of pain leaves his mouth as he limps through the short doorway. “Who do you think?” He grunts out.
You shut the door and watch him limp further into the house. You chew your lip in thought, you could say the autobots but considering you were with them all day the only logical explanation was…
“Megatron…?” You inquired dolefully. Starscream said nothing as he looked to the floor, his back was to you, letting you get a clear view of his wings. They weren’t horrible wounds, he would clearly live; but the light blue energon leaking from a gash in his wing made your gut heavy in discomfort. “You’re leaking…” You mumble. Starscream continues to stare at the floor, refusing to look back at you.
You may not have the right tools to patch him up, but you could at least ease some problems. Slowly you walk over to him, moving carefully into his line of sight. The situation as a whole is bizarre, the enemy faction of your friends is here in your house injured, and while he may not be asking for help directly the look in his optics tells you everything you need.
You reach your hand forward, gently wrapping your hand around his servo, silently noting how cold he was compared to the last time you touched him. His optics dart to your smaller hand, before looking at you directly. A soft smile makes your way onto your lips. “Come with me?”
Starscream raises a brow before nodding slowly. You smile, and lead him towards your bedroom. You slowly open your door and flip on the light, you lead Starscream to your bed, gently making him sit on the edge. “Wait here, I’m going to grab some stuff.”
“Alright.” He mumbles.
You turn and walk into your bathroom, mentally going through the possible supplies you have that would be beneficial. You doubt anything antiseptic would work on him, and obviously you don’t have any welding gear, or whatever they use to mend wounds. That leaves cleaning and wrapping up injuries temporarily. So, you grab some rags.
When you come back Starscream is looking around your room from his spot on the bed. You don’t think you can get used to the tall Decepticon sitting on your bed so casually. He turns back to you and notices the stuff in your hands. “What’s that?” He asks.
“Just some rags, do you mind if I clean you up and tie off any leaks?” Starscream seems confused, before looking down at himself. “I don’t understand, am I leaking that badly? I apologize if I got energon on your things…” Your throat tightened at his words. Truly, you don’t think you’ve heard an apology come from his mouth before, let alone the absolute defeat in his voice.
You instantly moved towards him. “No, no it’s not that. Don’t worry about any messes okay? I just want to help, I may not be able to do much for you medically… But I just–” Your breath hitches as you meet his stare. He looks so broken. You briefly wonder if anyone has ever done anything for him out of the kindness in their heart. You raise a hand to his face out of instinct to comfort, but he flinches away.
Your heart shattered.
He must have seen the shock in your face, for he turned away from you in shame. You swallowed the lump in your throat, crying wouldn’t help either of you right now. So you continued to reach your hand out, slower this time. Your hand met the side of his faceplate, you gently turned his helm towards you. His optics seemed duller than before as he looked at you. You raise your other hand, the rag you had wet earlier in your grasp. With utmost care you wiped a scuff that was on the lower left side of his face.
“I don’t know your situation on the Nemesis… I know Megatron is far from being a gracious and forgiving leader, and in all honesty he doesn’t deserve the crew or position he has now…” You speak as you continue to wipe up his various scratches, his optics never leaving your face. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, yet you continue to speak tenderly. “But I want you to know that my door is always open. Whenever you need to get away from it, or if you want company, you need to vent, get cleaned up. Whatever it may be, day or night, whether I’m here or not, I will still be here for you. Okay?” You finish wiping his face.
Starscream has a look you’ve never seen before on him, then again, you haven't seen him like this ever. It hurts you to think he’s been suffering silently and alone from Megatron's wrath all this time. Starscream doesn’t know what to say, no one ever has extended such generosity and kindness to him before. At least without some sort of catch to it. So he says the only thing that comes to mind.
“Why?”
The question shook you. One word, and yet it raised so many questions inside you. Why were you doing this? Setting aside the fact that you were ‘enemies’ , Starscream wasn’t exactly the friendliest around. That, and most times you’ve interacted it was threats, bantering, or flirting borderlining taunting. Only recently did things change, clearly you skipped some steps when it comes to… whatever relationship you have with him. What relationship did you have with him exactly? You’re not really hostile anymore, friends is a loose term that doesn’t quite fit. Partner isn’t the right word, neither is lover. Fuck buddy isn’t to far off, yet would just a plain old hook up care this much about the other person? So it all loops back to the original question. Why do you care?
“I don’t know… I just do… Why did you come here instead of your medical bay?”
Starscream blinks in shock, his expression befuddled. Another moment passed, both of you just staring at each other. Finally, he speaks once more.
“I don’t know… I just did.”
A small smile grew on your lips at his words, his face softened ever so slightly. “Well then… Since we obviously have no idea what we’re doing, can I finish what I started?” He nodded.
You grinned brightly and started to get back to work, cleaning any smudges or energon leaks. Starscream watched you with a soft expression, admiring you and how you worked. He had no idea how to express to you that there was no possible way you could finish what you started, not when it came to how you made him feel. Starscream was terrified of what you did to him, more so what could happen to you or him if anyone else found out what was going on.
He watched you wrap a long cloth around his thigh, you tied it off, pausing and glancing up at him concerned. “That doesn’t hurt right?” He shakes his head, and you nod before reaching for another cloth to tie off a gash on his arm. You worked silently, briefly stopping here and there to ask permission or to check in on how he was doing. Once you were done, he honestly looked a lot better. You stood in front of him, hands resting proudly on your hips as you grinned. “All done! How do you feel?”
Starscream glanced down at himself, obviously the dents and such were still there, but surface wise you did an amazing job. “I feel better… Thank you.” The words felt forigen, but the way your face lit up was all he needed to forget the oddity of pleasantries.
For a moment, you both were staring at eachother again. The tension creeped back into the room, increasingly becoming difficult to ignore. Before you impulsively smashed your face against his you cleared your throat and gathered the used rags and brought them back into your bathroom. Starsceam watched you the entire time.
You came back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “So um… Do you have to go back soon?” You asked, slightly hoping his answer would be no.
“Probably… But I don’t exactly want to go back.” Starscream rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward in thought. You frowned and shifted your weight between your legs. “Do they need you back for something?” He shook his helm, running his optics over a few objects on your wall. “No, not exactly. My shift was nearly over when I left anyway.”
You ran your eyes over him, his body language seemed uncomfortable. If his words weren’t enough you could clearly tell that he dreaded going back right now. Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped. “Then stay.”
Starscream froze, and slowly turned towards you. “...What?”
Your mouth felt dry, you wanted to avert your eyes from his intense stare but you couldn’t seem to pry your eyes away from his. “Stay… Just for tonight.”
Logically, you shouldn’t have offered. Then again, if you want to go by those rules you should have stopped what you were doing a long time ago. Starscream was having a similar thought. He already has let you do this for him, he was already here. The looming threat over both of your heads was already there, one night wouldn’t lessen or greaten the affects.
“Alright… Just for tonight then.”
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I'm feeling really uneasy having to spend the holiday season with my family, so, if that's not a problem, could I request some fluff with TFP decepticons? Like,, comforting their s/o, making sure they feel safe and happy?
You didn't specify which ones you'd like best, so *rubs back of neck* what happened was a bit of a fluff surprise story. Hopefully it makes you smile Anon, and makes the holidays atleast a little more bearable.
*squints* though I think we should have the comfort styles of the Cons written somewhere... Keep an eye out, they'll be posted as soon as they get pieced together in some semblance of sense. ~Gregoria🏩
We hope you like it, Anon, and we hope this holiday season treats you well. You deserve nothing but happiness~Mila 💟
Holiday Surprise Fluff: Poly!Reader x TFP Decepticons (sfw)
(Yes. All of them. That includes the troops.)
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Being partners with Steve had its perks. Sure, there were some drawbacks as well, but considering how close all Vehicons were, that just meant the human suddenly had a whole lot of love and support, when one of these aliens decided to zoom into their life.
And well, when Breakdown met them and saw just how close the other guys are with them, and how nice they are treated by this fleshie, who's to blame the poor mech for falling for them too?
Knockout flirted with them once, and caught feelings when they laughed and flirted right back at him.
The rest of the ship caught feelings for the little organic faster than the cosmic rust, with the High Command being the most confused and vary over trying to express their feelings about it.
After all, their human isn't just a partner of one Steve.
They are a partner of all Steves, and soon of the Insecticon troops as well, with officers falling prey to their charms one after the other. In a sense, they have the whole ship wrapped around their tiny fingers, and soon they earn the affection of the Communications officer, Second in command and the Lord of Decepticons as well.
With ALOT of compromising and weekly reminders amongst the top three, that their human loves everyone aboard the Nemesis. The whole Nemesis.
How they manage that, remains a mystery to everyone aboard and yet, the morale has never been higher, so who is going to look a gift horse in the mouth? Noone, that's who.
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
Steve drives them through the groundbridge straight into the command center.
Sondwave greets them with a merry tune, Lazerbeak chirping happily as they are swooped up into familiar well maintained servos.
"Here you are, " Knockout kisses their face all over, before glaring at Steve. "If I remember correctly, today was MY turn to pick OUR lovely fleshie up"
"But you just did sir," Steve answers prompting a groan out of Knockout, before rushing off towards the barracks laughing.
"So, what ARE you guys planning?"
"We can't tell you just yet," Dreadwing smiles at them. Skyquake is leaning against his twin, nodding.
"It would ruin the surprise."
They pout and look at the ceiling.
"Not even an itsy-bitsy clue? Come onnnn, you guys have been driving me crazy for long enough."
Airachnid giggles, skittering off her perch and extending a welcoming servo for them to step on. She holds them close to her spark, heels clicking as she walks.
"Not even that. Orders from the Second in Command."
"I thought you were ALSO Second in command."
"Who isn't at this point," Shockwave points out when the femme places them in his servo, pressing a quick kiss before dragging the two warriors with her, off to who-knows-where. Being carried and placed from servo to servo was a thing that took some time to get used to, and yet, they are always handled with such care and love they can't really stay mad at their partners for too long.
They gaze up into the red optic staring at them.
"Shockyyyyy,"
"No,"
"Shockerrrrs,"
"The answer is still no," his voice is firm and unyielding, but his finials are wiggling in amusement.
Whatever the others are preparing is clearly going to be good.
"Come on, can't you just tell me? " they try again, genuine laughter from the Warlord snapping their attention to the entrance. Disappointment setting in when he is not actually standing there.
>>Patience, little one,<< the recording echoes from Soundwave, who steps through the groundbridge a moment later, with parting words of
"And enjoy the show."
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And what a show it was. Almost an hour of all fliers, spinning and looping around each other, acrobatics of transforming mid-flight to blow them a kiss, before transforming again and resuming what has clearly been practiced time and time again with how perfect their forms were.
They couldn't look away even if they tried, each segment of them all dancing in the air grander than the last, topped off by Predaking creating rings of fire for them all to fly through.
It was a spectacle of the kind they have never seen.
Their excitement has them almost jumping in place when all commanders return to the bridge, optics twinkling with glee at their s/o and their clear enjoyment and pride.
"That was just the start," Starscream smirks knowingly, with Breakdown presenting them with a thick coat.
"Just wait till you see what our Liege has in store for you,".
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
They honestly expected a gladiator match. Hardshell, Dreadwing and Skyquake against Megatron and Soundwave. Or perhaps some sort of a firing range, or anything that would indicate a show of strength, or precision and cunning. They wouldn't be surprised if the Warlord somehow decided to do it all inside of an ice cave just for the extra challenge.
They didn't expect to be taken to one of the empty mines.
They did not expect there to be decorations put up, a mix of what they know to be Cybertronian designs with different Earth influences mixing into them all and still looking stunning in their own way.
And they did not expect every grounder of the Nemesis to be present.
"What is all this?" they ask, their eyes roaming over everyone. Their frames polished, their engines humming in sync, as they all break into a song.
A song about them.
They caught a glimpse of the title one night, when Megatron forgot to put that particular datapad away.
"Oh it's nothing," he waved their question off, settling them down in their bed above his berth.
"Megs, what are you planning?"
His grin and a tilt of his helm had them laughing, the expression on their face earning them a chuckle of his own, and yet no answer beyond the teasing "You'll see".
Any questions directed at others about what they think could be in the works, were met with the same grin and chuckles of "You'll see, it's a surprise."
Arms wrap around them from behind.
"Happy holidays," Steve says, nuzzling his helm against their head.
"Care for a dance?"
Dating Steve had many perks. Dating the whole Nemesis, has around a million more. And they have all night to count them all, as they dance and laugh with their wretched, evil, horrible, no good Decepticons.
At a house somewhere on the planet, there stands a very, very irked Makeshift, currently tangled in strings of lights, reminding himself that he is a vital part of the operation "Our Human Will Have The Best Holiday Celebration". He's been bossed around this way and that, without much rhyme or reason for a week now, and at this point, he would much prefer to listen to a certain Seeker screaming his voicebox raw, than to be listening to yet another round of 'All I want for Christmas'.
He will have someones spark if he isn't the one that gets to cuddle with The Spark of Nemesis for at least a week after his mission is complete. He knows those will be well deserved after the madness he's being put through.
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More Than Meets the Eye #32 - Nobody’s Ever Actually Dead in Comic Books
Our band of merry guys-who-weren’t-on-the-Lost-Light-in-issue-#1 approach the shattered husk of the Lost Light, in a gruesome scene that is only slightly marred by the graphic design.
Font doesn’t really suggest danger, does it? Here, for comparison, is something I slapped together in fifteen minutes (including recreation of background) using a font I got off a free font site.
Now, one could say that my version is rather derivative, flat, and arguably cliche, but you know what else it is? Appropriate for the fucking mood of having found a destroyed, hemorrhaging ship after everyone you knew disappeared.
I’m available, IDW! Hit me up.
Theorizing that this is the ship that the Coffin Rodimus came from- remember that? It was a few issues ago- the gang flies in for a closer look. The ship blood is actually something called quantum foam, which allows for quantum space travel to happen. It’s not supposed to be outside of the quantum quills, but the ship’s pretty junked up, so it is.
Because the ship is so very full of holes, the gang can set down for repairs pretty easy. They land in Swerve’s, finding it in less-than-pristine condition. They also find evidence of Crosscut having gotten creative, as a poster for the play he was working on is hung up in the room. Considering he was still writing it when he disappeared, this might seem a bit odd. But then you remember that this is a ship from the future, and it stops being so odd.
Because this is a future ship, with evidence that Crosscut did some stuff, it stands to reason that, at some point, everyone is going to come back from being disappeared.
Just to die.
Which is a bummer, but one crisis at a time.
Megatron disembarks the Rod Pod, with Ravage following, and everyone is just a touch put off by the duo. Everyone but Nautica, who proceeds to commit a microaggression.
Nautica, that’s Soundwave’s father you’re petting like a common animal.
Ravage, angered by this over-familiarity, swats at her. Skids questions letting an active Decepticon roam around, but Megatron brushes off these concerns, saying that finding any still-living crew members is more important. With that, the search begins.
The gang splits up to look for clues, despite Riptide thinking this is a horrible idea. They’re on the clock for this one- the quantum foam is liable to explode if it touches anything, and there’s an awful lot of the stuff floating around right now.
Nightbeat and Nautica leave the rest of the group to their own work, seeing as Nautica has the most appropriate alt-mode for traversing the gaps in the ship.
Man, that’s pretty cool. Wish Nautica hadn’t been regulated to being “girl best friend” for her character arcs, I would have loved to see her do some neat stuff for her own development. Guess that’s what happens when you get introduced as main cast late, and have to compete with all the faves who had dozens of issues to be established and who also don’t have to deal with the whole “token girl character” thing.
The rest of the gang- Megatron, Ravage, Riptide, Skids, and Getaway- start looking in the area they’re already in. Seems a little lopsided, but whatever.
Ravage finds someone almost immediately, identifying Ultra Magnus through smell alone. Only, it isn’t just Ultra Magnus.
The Magnus armor lays not terribly far away, having had its hands cut off to prevent the recall signal from being activated before being gut-murdered.
Gut-murdered wiTH A FUSION CANNON, MEGATRON
Of course, Megatron was forced to destroy his fusion canon after it was decided he would be joining the Lost Light, but you can buy these things off the black market like it’s nothing. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Brainstorm had a few stashed in his lab.
As it currently stands, nobody can trust the guy who has a storied past of killing Autobots, on a future ship where the only folks who could stop him are dead. Megatron, at least, has the good sense to not argue this fact, and suggests that the boys lock both Ravage and himself up until they suss out exactly what happened.
Meanwhile, over with Nautica and Nightbeat, we run through all the weird shit that’s happened in the last day or so.
Nautica, you’ve been on this ship for months now. How did you miss the fact that the only couple within 800 miles got annihilated by way of Phase Sixer? I feel like that attack might have come up at some point.
Since they’re on the subject of spouses, Nightbeat asks Nautica if she’s married, or if she has friends. Though noting that such a direct line of questioning might get him slapped with someone else, Nautica reveals that she is single, though she does have a best friend. Nightbeat is also single, probably because he pulls shit like this.
While this conversation is going on, Nautica uses her Sonic Screwdriver wrench to open a door with the literal push of a button. Brainstorm tricked out her wrench so hard it turned into a magic wand, which is good, because they’re going to need all the help they can get now that space is literally warping around them thanks to the quantum foam.
Nautica kicks something on the elevator, and that something turns out to be Brainstorm’s mysterious briefcase. Too bad Swerve is gone, he was so invested in what it contained. Luckily, Nightbeat is just as interested.
Back over on the other side of the ship, it seems as though Megatron kept his word about not resisting, as both he and Ravage have been locked in a cabinet. Wonder how that’s going for them.
Oh, better than I expected.
Ravage is fucking pissed that Megatron joined the Autobots, thereby turning his back on everyone who supported his cause during the last four million years. Despite this grievous betrayal though, the Decepticons haven’t stopped moving. Turns out, Galvatron’s in charge now.
But only if Autobot Megatron isn’t some sort of ploy.
It’s at this point that we learn just why Ravage is here to begin with- to see if Megatron’s truly given up the Decepticons, and if he has, to murder him. But first he’d like to know why this is happening.
Megatron views himself as a monster, having perpetuated a war that ended the lives of billions, destroyed the Cybertronian way of life, ostracized his race from the rest of the universe, and killing just to have something to do. He doesn’t like feeling this way about himself, so he decided to walk away from that life by joining the other team.
Don’t think it’s quite that easy to do, but okay.
Ravage isn’t so sure that this change of heart is going to stick, still convinced that Megatron will snap back to his old self with just a bit more time. Problem is, Megatron may not have a ton of that resource left.
Didn’t they build that body in like an hour so you wouldn’t die? Yeah, no wonder it feels as ill-fitting as a twenty-dollar suit. Thing’s probably made out of pig iron and duct tape.
The lights come on before further self-reflection can be done, and the duo realize that they’ve had guests this whole time.
Someone put the kettle on.
Obviously some fucked up shit happened on this ship. Megatron isn’t so sure that it’s him who did these dirty deeds, however, as he reaches into Ratchet’s mouth and pulls out his brain. Which feels like something that doesn’t really absolve one of guilt, but okay.
Also, ew.
Back with Nautica and Nightbeat, things are getting weird.
Now, this sequence might seem confusing at first blush, but this is because the laws of reality are collapsing around them. Going by clues in the background, we can find the proper, linear progression of time, and thus is conversation. This is what is actually happening:
With the mystery of Brainstorm’s briefcase eluding us once again, we move on to see more graphic aftermaths of violence. Poor Tailgate has been nailed to the wall with a chunk of a metal beam that’s almost as big as he is. The mood lighting for this scene is gorgeous, but I’ve hit my limit for exposing y’all to gore for this issue, so you’ll just have to trust me on this one. Then they find something even more interesting.
Who’s ready for Under Cold Blue Stars… 2!
Back over on the opposite side of the ship, Riptide’s found something nasty. It’s a bunch of dead bodies!
Including, uh, Pipes.
Who already died a while ago.
Hm.
All the bodies in this room are in their alts, and it looks like they’ve all been shot and drilled into, for some reason. Skids brings up that he had a friend who could identify the placement of any robot’s brain module just by knowing what they turned into. Then he reaches into a corpse to see what the drill-hole’s all about. It makes him sick, though maybe not for the reason you might think. He gets on the phone with Nightbeat, who’s called to tell them that they’ve found Overlord.
Still locked in his weird body harness.
And decapitated.
Megatron is on the other line, calling because he’s figured out the same thing Skids has. Someone paid a visit to this ship. Someone nasty.
The gang regroups, and Nautica gets the basics on the DJD, because I guess nobody’s mentioned them even in passing in the last six months, either.
God, what do they even talk about on this ship? Certainly not their feelings.
The reason that one room was filled with alt-modes was because of Tarn’s addiction to transforming; t-cogs are easier to remove when they’ve been used recently.
We get a quick 4/5ths-page gore-fest, then it’s back to making it all about Megatron.
Maybe you should have thought about that before you FUCKING DEFECTED, YOU POOL NOODLE.
Nightbeat’s beginning to put two and two together. There’s an Overlord in the basement. That shouldn’t be, because Overlord got exploded by Chromedome when he mercy-killed Rewind. Something is off about the past of this ship.
Before he can establish his MTMTE everybody-lives-but-then-dies AU though, the quantum foam fucks with the ship. These sons of guns need to get the hell out of here, pronto.
Oh god, what now?
Ravage smells someone inside the Magnus armor, someone who isn’t a part of the usual nesting doll lineup. Megatron reaches into the Crackerjack box and pulls out one hell of a prize.
HE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES
Chromedome would be so thrilled, if he still existed.
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You could do it with: IDW: Megatron, Ultra Magnus, Max, Rung and Bayverse Optimus?Thanks! You have a good day! :D (2/2)
HI I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD. MY GHOST LITERALLY WROTE THIS. I know it’s extremely late but my writers block has been hitting me during the pandemic while I’m stuck at home so hopefully I did this ok.
@bellisimapormesana
Character wasn’t stated so I’m defaulting to a cybertronian! Reader.
IDW Megatron
He feels you.
Seriously, this poor mech is as pessimistic as you’ll ever get.
Don’t make me bring in the depresso espresso memes.
It took you a while to warm up to those who were pesistant in becoming your friend (I’m looking at you rodimus), so getting anywhere with him is going to take forever.
If your not at Swerve’s cracking jokes and getting into crazy shinanegans while Ultra Magnus just sits there with his helm in his servos, you’re either alone in your berth room or wandering the many halls of the Lost Light.
Normally Megs is too deep in thought to pay attention to notice most walking by, but his optics will set on you when he almost walks into your frame sat on the floor. But you’re too busy observing the stars outside one the windows to acknowledge him.
You would expect him to take a least a few times of running into you to actually realise that your processor was currently far away from being a happy place, but like I said, this guy’s been through shit.
One single look at you. And he knows.
The way your optics are dimmed already give off the tell tale sign that your mind is wandering places. Like, there’s a whole universe right in front of you, galaxies and technicolour planets passing by, you should be dreaming of the adventures you will have, yet you sit here, frame slouched, with a solemn empty look across your face.
Everything seems to stop still for Megatron as he stands there. Memories and nightmares flashing across his processor, bringing back glimpses of emotions that he wished to never feel again.
Everything about you screams loneliness, and he feels his spark shatter at the sight of you.
There is no way on Cybertron that he will let you experience the depression he did.
He won’t force any means of physical comfort upon you, since you could just push him away so easily if you wanted to.
All you hear are a shuffle of pedesteps and a gentle thump as he sits himself beside you, glancing at you once without uttering a word.
Through that single glance, he showed you that he understood, and reassured you that you’re not anywhere near alone in this universe. And he had your back.
Ultra Magnus
When you first boarded the Lost Light, you had blended in amongst the crowd and didn’t really speak up much.
Therefore it took Magnus quite a while to find out who you were.
The poor mech didn’t really have much time to make many friends, since he was too busy either speaking about statistics, or chasing Rodimus throughout the ship to try and prevent any disasters from taking place.
The first time he really noticed you is when you actually started to hang out with Roddy and the rest of the main crew.
He would see you dissappear around corners as you tried to avoid ending up in trouble with your fellow pranksters, or sitting at the bar as Swerve proceeded to die of hysterics at the joke you cracked.
He also saw you exit Rung’s a couple of times as he went in.
The first time he exchanged a conversation with you was at the bar with everyone else.
You were sat between Rung and him as you fiddled with your servos. He noticed that you were quieter than usual as you stared at the half empty energon in front of you.
He hadn’t had the slightest clue of what to say to you as you sat there. He was just downright confused as to why you weren’t being as loud as the others.
Suddenly a thought came to his mind as he recalled something.
While you were well known for being slightly disobedient when you joined Rodimus on his adventures, he was mildly surprised at how well your reports were laid out. You may be a funny prankster but your reports came on the dot, full of the right amount of detail that Magnus would be satisfied with.
So while it may had not been a great way to greet someone, he brought you out of your silent state by praising you on how well your reports were.
You looked up at him, slightly taken aback at the sudden gesture, but you returned it with a small smile and a quiet “thank you”.
He didn’t know straight away of you pessimistic states and episodes, but it didn’t take him a while to realise it either.
He would notice there would be times you would seclude yourself to a quiet space, and he would notice your seat to be empty at meetings every one in a while.
He’s a busy mech, so he can’t always pay attention to you, but in his free time, or when he is walking the halls, he would see if you were on your own or not.
He’d find you at a window or an empty room, and gently ask if you would like to accompany him in going over statistics or organising some files.
“Isn’t Roddy meant to assist you in that?” “Yes but he never does it properly and disappears within five minutes.”
Some things he offers to do with you may be boring, but it’s enough to keep you distracted and on the plus side you get to spend time with your favourite Magnus.
Fortress Maximus
He’s the type of mech to observe people, especially you, from a distance.
While others seem boring or just make him nervous, you’re the one who seems to catch his optic the most.
Because you confuse him.
One minute you’re laughing tears of lubricant out of you optics with Drift as Ratchet storms in, covered helm to pede in pink glitter glue, then the next you’re sat in the dark confines of your berthroom, the only light provided is a dull blue hue from the data pad you’re reading off, eyes absentmindedly scanning across, but never actually taking the words in.
It takes him a small amount of time to properly realise how deep of a state of pessimism you were in when you were experiencing these episodes from time to time, and somewhat understood how you felt, since this poor mech is one sensitive bby once you delve down deep enough.
The next few days are spent with Max confining himself to his own berthroom, making some begin to wonder where he had disappeared off to. Some thought he was just distancing himself (like me because of shitty corONA). But instead his was carefully thinking out some form of plan to try and eventually manage to keep you as your happy self 24/7.
He - somehow - convinced Red Alert to allow him access to a weeks worth of some security clips and gathered a basic routine of when the pessimistic mood would begin to set in by the way your body language started to shift slightly and slowly but surely, you drifted away from the crowd and eventually found yourself in the confines of your berth.
He’s not a stalker I swear.
He sensed your shy nature, and being a somewhat shy bean himself it took him a few minutes of mental preparation, but he managed to stop being a wallflower at Swerve’s when he spotted you come in.
You avoided the eyes of most as you were just there to grab some energon and whisk away back to the earth story you were reading in your berthroom. You eased your way through the small crowd, cringing at some of the loud laughs that reached your audios.
Reaching a clearing in front of the bar, you were about to open your intake to ask for a drink, when you felt a large presence loom behind you.
Turning around cautiously, you were met with a white and blue chest plate.
Your attention was taken away from the loud noises as your audios picked up a quiet “hello” as you looked up to meet a pair of nervous red optics.
Max knew he was big, even for a cybertronian, so he was concerned that his large presence gave off an intimidating demeanour, and it would scare you away.
However, much to his surprise and luck, you gave him a small smile and gave a quiet greeting in return.
You two spent the next few hours in a secluded booth in the corner of the bar exchanging mutual conversation while sipping on different concoctions of Swerve’s drinks.
You were enjoying the new company, basking in the presence of a fellow awkward cybertronian you could relate to. You found it cute as you found him staring at you, only too look away while staring down at the drink in his hands.
On the other hand, Fort Max was internally proud of himself managing to keep you from the depressing depths of your berth and also of you not avoiding any form of social contact for the night.
This carried on for a few months or so. Max kept up the effort to watch over you, becoming alert if you would suddenly leave in the evening or if there was nothing on. He would take another route, and catch your attention before you reached your room, gently asking you to join him on some sort of activity. Whether it was crafting something Rung recommended, or going star gazing.
In some way he would coax you out and put a smile on your face.
IDW Rung
You think you can get away from the observing eyes of god Rung the therapist?
After one appointment with you he could see that you weren’t as happy as you presented yourself to be.
There’s nothing much to say for this guy except for the fact that you keep going to these sessions with him.
You may not want to tell him everything but he tries his best to try and show that he understands you.
Instead of these meets going the same as most others, Rung will have you stay for longer and make it more interactive with things such as making crafts such as model ships, and also will tell you a story about each one.
Hell, he would sometimes book appointments for you, mostly in the evening when you weren’t busy.
You enjoy the company, but it also means poor Rung actually has a friend that talks to him more and frequently visit him.
You’ve never gotten his name wrong once.
And that puts a little smile on his face each time.
If he finds you in one of these states, he won’t say much at first. Just gently holding your servo as you both sit by a window until he quietly begins to tell you a story to get your mind off any negative thoughts.
Bayverse Optimus (aNgRy MaN)
Bruh
He feels you too
He’s lost too many friends he considers family
Has been known to go into pessimistic states himself
But doesn’t know if anyone else experiences these things like he does
When he watches you around base he sees you having lots of fun with the younger bots, pranking Ratchet or practising you abilities in the field with Ironhide.
In his attempt to make sure that no one really finds out or suffers when he’s in this depressive mood, he tends to worry about it in the dead of night when nobody is around.
Or so he thought.
He has takes up the opportunity to walk around base during the late hours, sometimes to sit and take in his surroundings while trying his best to push any bad thoughts to the back of his mind whilst he stargazes.
Only to find that looking at the stars reminds him how far away he is from home, since when he looks up, none of the flickering dots are familiar, and another wave of sorrow hits him.
This would happen almost every nights, unless he needed to rest up for a mission.
One night he was doing the same, recalling both good and bad memories, when his audios picked up a quiet screech, like metal on metal, from behind somewhere.
While it may have just been the wind, Optimus knew he needed to be alert for any surprise attacks from the Decepticons, so he got up as quietly as he could and spent the next couple of minutes attempting to locate the source of the noise.
Another very similar noise had led him up to the roof, but at their point he still didn’t know if this was a threat or not, so he cautiously lifted his helm over, a servo hovering over his blaster.
What he didn’t expect was to spot your silhouette in the moonlight, sat on the edge, staring into space, a solemn look on your face.
He was taken aback slightly at this sudden sight of you, since you were normally so bubbly, and had managed to bring out a low chuckle in him every once in a while.
Relaxed that it wasn’t Ravage skulking around, he was still concerned about you.
He would sit next to you and spend the next hour or so speaking quietly with you, finding out and understanding why you seemed so down.
While he wouldn’t mind staying out here with you for the remainder of the night, you both knew Ratchet would scold you both for not recharging properly, so he took you down silently to your berth, and stayed by your side until you were in deep slumber, then return to his own berth.
This happened almost every night, just the both of you basking in each other’s presence and company, and pointing out Earth constellations into the early hours of the morning.
Enjoy :)
Oppy out.
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Armada Review episode 9-13
I am putting the read more so that you do not have to read all of this if you do not want to. This is a review for episodes 9-13 season 1 and again, a reminder, these are my thoughts, if you don’t agree with what I have to say that fine but please respect my thought and opinions on what I think about the serious.
Okay so we at the end of this season which mean will be going into season 2 and oh boy I am hipped because that things started to fall into place and kinda where I watch the serious more. But where not here to talk about season 2 and we not here to talk about season 1 as a whole, that in another post which here is the link if you want to read the summer of my review for the whole season as a whole and what I think was good, what need to be fix and what things really made it good or bad.
Anyway, so here the review for 9-13 starting with.
season 1 episode 9 Confrontation:
Okay, so this is the episode that come back from a previous episode of which was call Carnival, and if you read my review on that episode that was the episode that was just not a good episode in my opinion. So you think I would hate this episode too. No, it not that bad and in fact it make more of a point of why that episode was pointless. So it pick up with the bullies Billy and Fred, talking about seeing the Autobots and them talking about how they might be evil or not good, and them saying some thing about them being from the future. Which just made me laugh and insert joke here:
I know I’m a nerd.
But it was mostly them talking about what happen and how no one, saw anything that day. Even thought I call bull shit on that, but still the bullies see are young main children hero heading to the Autobot base and try to follow them, before all of the kids are confuted with Cyclonus, who kidnaps the the bullies, which turn make the Autobot have to go and get them, they ask for the min cons they say no, they fight. Which end up with the other main kids and bullies getting taken hoisted by Megatron, which in turn force them to have to give up there min cons to save the kids, however Rad is able to use Laserbake to shock Megatron into drop the other kids expect himself, which then Fred, fight back with Laserbeak and even ask Megatron min con why they can’t be friends which stunts him because I guess he never thought about that? And then it end with Hotshot kick Fred out of Megatron hand saving him and having the Depections retreat. Fred and Billy are welcome into the team, even thought they are later not show in this season expect till the last of this season episode 13 Swoop.
So overall this episode has some pro and cons to it. The pros, I like that they show that this kid can get kidnap by the Depections and that even thought technically Fred and Billy are not on the Autobot team or with the other kids Optimus still calls them his kids and want to project them and the Autobots care about them too. I also thought it was interesting about Fred talking to the Megatron min con not only is that brave to do but this could have gone into a very interesting scenario, does the min con really follow Megatron because it wants too or does it do it out of fear, which you could say he does do it out of fear but he almost seem like he could have made a choose to not listen to Megatron.
Which if they had gone that route, rather then having Fred get upset and leave, I think it would have been interesting to see what Megatron does and how he act to a min con not listening or obeying him. He already wanting more power and to control the min con, to just have one not obey him, would have show us that the min con have in fact choose and even could have show what Megatron would do to a min con who didn’t listen to him. They could have even gotten dark and crush the min con and that would have made interesting impact to the serious.
However, they didn’t do that but if they had, I think it would be just amazing to see them dare to do something like that to a min con during the first season. I mean we do see him later in this season forcing a min con to wake up, but to see him kill one would just be interesting.
So the cons, this episode had too many back and for, kids are kidnap, then they are not, and then they are again. They don’t fight for every long and I feel like the other kids were a little to mean to Fred and Billy in the began when Alexia ask if they were going to join them and they laugh it off as if they are not important. I am summing they are for jokes. But honestly, I think if any character should be treat with more repeat it Fred, he always the butt of the joke about bring fat but he really has a good heart and I just feel bad that he treat so wrong. Maybe that why I somewhat like this episode but at the same time didn’t think this is one you need to see. The only reason to see it would be because you would need to know why Fred and Billy are know part of the Autobot team. Other then that it an episode you could skip.
The next episode however, oh boy here we go!!
Season 1 Episode 10 Underground:
Oh my god, this was the episode that I love the most only because of one reason and one reason only. It gave us Smokescreen!!
No, no, not that Smokescreen, that from Prime.
Yes!! This beautiful old guy that I like to call grandpa of the team and you can not tell me otherwise. That what he is to me and always will be! He is the wonderful commandment of Kup and Ratchet or any older mech from the transformers serious and I just love him so much!
But I getting off track, so this episode is about there being a min con in the city subway, the Autobot, children and Depiction are looking for the min con down in the subways. The children fine the min con on their own, are attacked by the min con that the Depiction told to search by themself because they can’t really transformer down in the subway like the Autobots can.
The children run from the min con and some mysterious robot, that they children think it might be a Depiction when it only are good old friend Smokescreen who come to save the children from the Depiction who tried to kill them to get the min con, which cause them to get buried by rocks, Cyclonus get his first min con which is somewhat strong but isn’t really that as strong as Starscream. They retried and the Autobot go to save the kids only to see there good old friend Smokesceen has project the children and has finally reunited with the Autobot after he got separated from them when they first when to come down to earth and is know part of the Autobot team!
This episode start off a bit slow but it is worth it at the end to fine out that we get a new Autobot join the team, and this is where the serious become really inserting because of reason I will later talk about in other season to come as why this become inserting and make the show really good.
For know Smokesceen off the bat, has this old man, won’t take shit from anyone, and is a really close friend to everyone, he also a very good fighter and I just love his voice, it the type of voice that sound very kick ass old man voice that you get from a lot of characters in show. It just a good voice that fix the character so well. I just loved how he fight with his hook and he just is overall a good interaction to talk about other Autobot past as well as being helpful for in the next episodes with fighting the Depiction because they are know out number with this new addition to the team. So I do recommend this episode just because it bring in a very cool and wonderful character to the mix!
The next episode is season 1 episode 11 Ruin
This episode was really interesting and began to bring up a lot of question which I loved so much!
So the Autobots get this messaged from a hologram of a girl from a ancient city that has sank along time ago. They messaged at the began is asking for help, they go down to the city and are right way having to fight the Depection while Optimus who has the children, get shot at and has to quickly bring them into the city before he leave to fight the Depection while the chidren have to go into the city because they have to look for the min con. While they are there, they fine out the truth of why their city was sank to the ground and discover a truth about how powerful the min con are especially the min cons that form the Star Saber and how dangerous it is for them to be in the wrong hands.
The Depection get one of the min con that forms the Star Saber and The city falls and get distorted and leave Carlos heart broken about not being able to save the pretty hologram girl who he was very much wanting to save her image and help her from being erased, which then Rad comforts him and tell him that he might see her again some day.
So, first I just want to point out this, I was looking at the wiki for Carlos and the first thing it has on there for an instruction to him is this:
If you having a hard time reading it, I’ll just get you to the point you to the words that is very cringe and focus on this pacific episode. “Fantasizes about holographic dead girls” no joke, that is what it say!
It blow my mind that is the instruction to Carlos in the wiki has for poor Carlos and I want to defined him on this because this is a bad instruction to a character that isn’t really that bad. First it is only one girl not girls! He not think about hologram girl all the time, just one.
Second Carlos, just is a kind and caring person who just wanted to keep her image alive. He wasn’t fantasying about her because he thought she was beautiful, even thought she is and he did like her look. I think there was more to it then just that. He wanted to save her from being erase and forgot by time. He wanted to make her last moments not so sad and painful, even if she not real and is only a hologram. Yes, this serious can be corny and silly, but Carlos, just care about her and want to saver her that it.
Other then that this episode was good, and it help bring around the idea about maybe no one should be controlling the min cons and that there might be more to the story then what the children or audience know. We can’t just assume that what the Autobot are doing better then what the Depection are doing. Yes, they wear the end and purple badges but there more to it then just that and this episode and the next one, it wonderful bring that up and make you question what they are doing.
With that said in the next episode Season 1 episode 12 Prehistory
In this episode Rad start question the Autobot about why they need the min cons. He ask why they can’t just stop fighting and why do the Autobot get to make the choose and not the min cons. Which then Optimus Prime, start talking about the history of their war, about foreshadowing a big mystery about the min cons that they just came out of the blue and that they where very strong and where stared to be use by the Depections and other to fight in the war. He talk about sending them away, and later in the show, they another signal for a min con which is most like the Star Saber that has been foreshadowing for some time again and they go to get it off of an amusement park that as a volcano that is active and is going off. The Depection and Autobot start fight, the children hide with the autobot min cons, until the see the min con in the volcano and the min cons that are working with the Autobot finally start help and make the Rad see that the min cons do in fact have a choose to fight with the Autobot or not.
After a while they are able to get the min con and finally are able to convents the children to keep believing in them and trusting what they are doing is right.
This episode brought a lot of question and also made me think about things. On one hand, yes what the Autobot are doing is right, they trying to save the min cons from going into the wrong hands, but also at the same time the problem raise with them want to use them to project them, and yes, the min cons that are working with the Autobots do want to help but it does set up a lot of question if what they are doing is right and if when everything is over, will thing be change or will they turn on the min cons.
It really make you think with both of these episode together about if the Autobots are really good or not, and why they are still fight for so long before the min cons came into being, they say the Deceptions were righting to gain power, but because I have read mtmte and other comics it make me think that maybe Optimus is somewhat make the story a bit more different then it really is, honestly I think the Depections want to be treat equality and the Autbots didn’t want that again we don’t get the side of the story from the Depections and even if we did we wouldn’t be sure if we could turn Megatron to tell the story correctly or not, maybe Starscream would but it bring up a question about trust in story and what other say. This episode is really intresting and I love to know what you think, do you think Optimus might have been elaborating the story a bit or do you think he was being honest?
Finally we get to the last episode of the season and the one of most turning point of the serious.
Season 1 episode 13 Swoop
In this episode the Depection figure out a way to brake into the base and try to steal the two min cons that make the Star Saber, the Autobot try to project them with there base, meanwhile Fred and Billy get caught up in all of this when there being show around which cause the Autobots to lower there defeats because they have to project the kids from getting hurt, the other Alexia, Carros and Rad go to save Fred and Billy from getting hurt and are even able to trick Cyclonus in a very claver way. Which then the Autobot have to face off with each Depection to get them either trap, hurt or even both, to keep them from getting the min cons.
However, Megatron is able to make them form into the Star Saber but luckily Hotshot is able to not only use the min cons but also us it to damaged Megatron a little bit before he retires and the Autobot know have the powerful Star saber which is given to Hotshot to use to fight the Depections. Megatron scream that he will get them next time you know team rocket style and that is the end of the season!!
So with this episode how did I feel well.
It was okay! It wasn’t as good as the other once before it, but for the finally, it was a good episode to end on. It show the Autbots how they would handle if the Depections did brake into their base. How each one use there strangest and teamwork to keep everyone safe. Even the kids thought of a great idea that was very good way to get ride one of the Depections. Optimus and Megatron had a good fight and I thought it was great that Optimus didn’t get the Star Saber and Hotshot was the one to use it because he was able to use his skill and the in encouraging of the kids to fight Megatron. I also thought it was so cool to see Megatron antler be cut off like that showing how strong that sword is and how embarrassing that has to be get his ass kick not by Optimus but by young Hotshot. So overall this is a good episode to end the serious and wrap up everything nice for the most part and really hypes you up for the next season.
So, I do recommend this episodes the biggest one I think not to miss are the episode 10-13 just because they bring the whole serious together and it just a lot of fun. The animation is good in this episode too, even thought there are some funny moment with the animation but mostly there really well draw and the music is good too. Overall yeah, I say go watch this episode sometime soon because there worth watch them and I had a lot of fun rewatching this episode. It brought me back to my childhood and why I love Transformers so much.
#rung mun is talking again#Review on Transformers Armada by Rung mun#Transfomers Armada#Optimus#Hotshot#Red Altert#Min cons#Starscream#Megatron#smokescreen#Cyclonus#Demolisher
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Promo and Live Blogging #6
Ship Your Own Adventure
by
Emblue_Sparks
Mature
Chapter 1 Billie/Crowley; Chapter 2 Sam/Eileen; Chapter 3 Dean/Crowley; Chapter 4 Kevin/Aaron; Chapter 5 Claire/Kaia; Chapter 6 Sam/Gadreel; Chapter 7 Crowley/Mick Davis; Chapter 8 Dean/Benny; Chapter 9 Bobby+ Rufus; Chapter 10 Dean/Castiel
Liveblog
Man Emblue Sparks did their own art! How can I top this?
His beloved Imperium Innocentia never ceased to fill him with wonder, and yet as of late, he'd begun to feel a worrisome unease when visiting. The loyal ferrymen were paid handsomely to usher his precious souls from there to the shores of Elysium and Asphodel Meadows. Neither Castiel nor Gabriel had reported any bumps in the proverbial road, so that couldn't be the source.
To be honest I am rather confused.
The realm was fiercely protected by thousands of wardings and enchantments. His rambunctious rescues were all squeals and delight as their tender souls regained the sweet innocence lost, as was the realms purpose. However, when visiting recently, his grace sensed...not a presence really, but a watchfulness. As if some all seeing eye was casting itself upon it.
So a place in the Scottish highlands is the first circle of hell where all the unborn or unbaptized babies are? Wait Crowley has GRACE? So confused.
Perhaps she'd care for some tea..or Craig? No, no scotch wouldn't do, how would that appear? Lovely to make to your acquaintance. May I invite you into my home for strong spirits on a whim?
I mean I wouldn’t say no, but I am drunk so what are you going to do.
He'd longed to ask her why she felt so familiar. Why in her presence he felt they might have been from another time altogether. A far away memory tiptoed on the edges of recollection just out of his mind's reach. Crowley would spend untold hours in contemplation, opening his mind in hopes the memory in which he sought might emerge from its shy shell and present itself. Alas, to his disappointment, none had stepped forward to claim that missing piece of neurological real estate thus far.
Wow, this is some kind of poetry. Okay there are some major spoilers so I won’t post any more for this chapter. But I want to read more. There are like layers here man.
Chapter Two Notes: Because I cannot abide the logic surrounding Eileen's absence in the finale. Every actor is entitled to their opinion, as are we, the fans. Though I disagree with Jared, I'll defend his right to express his thoughts. But seeing as how this is my interpretation of this pairing, I'm giving Sam and Eileen this ending I feel they deserved because this handling of the finale among other things had me livid.
Ooops, I have not watched the last season. Oh well.
And yet for Sam, the fates had been so unkind. For as his son grew and garnered a beautiful life of his own, one he happily shared with none other than Castiel Fitzgerald, his memory of Eileen began to fade. Once Dean Jr had realized it was happening, he'd prayed.
Dean Jr. and Castiel Fitzgerald are together and Sam is losing his memories. Bittersweet!
"Dean is well, although he misses you. We're happy, he and I. Eileen as well. I've heard your son's prayers. He fears you'll forget her due to your memories' condition. You sustained many concussions throughout your life. She grows..blurry for you, does she not?"
Yeah Sam got hit in the head a lot!
Without warning, Jody walks into his home.
"Saam?"
He turns his head, stunned. She shouldn't be even be driving anymore let alone-
"Yo!"
Anybody home?" Claire and Kaia both called out as they too enter.
Aww I love these girls. Imagine Old Jody still kicking ass and filled with sass.
"Let's get this party started," Jody suggested, busting a bottle of Johnny Walker Black label from her oversized old lady purse.
YES!
Chapter 3 It wasn't the first time he'd watched Dean Winchester sleep, nor would it be the last. But he'd paid close attention when overhearing the very true sentiment expressed, "It's just creepy." Since then he'd taken extra precautions not to make the seraph's mistake.
So it’s Dean and someone not Cas.
Dean was as tenacious as any demon,
It’s Crowley!
They'd had a deliciously rambunctious role in the proverbial hay with triplets earlier that evening.
Yeah I knew they had an orgy!
He began slowly pulling his hand back, so slowly in fact, he hoped it would go unnoticed. However, before it left the warmth of Dean's skin, he felt Dean pointedly grab his hand.
Wow. Yeah. That’s the good stuff.
Chapter 4: You got the job?! Awesome! Well, I knew you would. You're an outstanding accountant," Kevin glowed at his best friend Aaron, whom he'd helped land a position at the same company he worked at.
WOOT KEVIN! I love Kevin. And Aaron. I can see it.
Kevin had found an outstanding job at "Write Your Own Story," a place kind of like Total Rekall, only no memory sorcery involved. His friend Claire and her wife Kaia had inherited a typewriter from a long lost uncle...Megatron or something like that. They discovered its magic and sought to use it for good but also a career. It was gaining steam, paid the bills, but barely out of the beta phase.
Nice! I dig all of this.
Over the next few weeks business boomed with the coming holidays. People wanted to write those they loved beautiful dreams as gifts. And as Kevin discovered, it was all the ink.
I would love to give someone good dreams.
Get out. I can’t believe you would do something like this. And you used a sacred holiday too..ya know what? Nevermind, I'm late for service, make sure you're not here when I get back."
Oh NO!
Chapter 5: "We all missed you and mourned you. Just because we'd just met didn't mean we hadn't looked forward to welcoming you into our little family," Jody declared to Kaia as they pulled out from the bunker and started their five hour journey plus change back to Souix Falls.
I have not watched season 15, did Kaia and Claire get a reunion? I think I remember hearing something about Jody and Kaia. How sweet if she got to bring her home.
"I'm not gonna intervene with you two beyond this, but hearing from Sam all these years about how Dean and Cas keep dancing around each other,
Poor Sam
"It's really you…" the golden lightning in a bottle whispered before slamming into her, squeezing so hard her eyeballs almost popped out.
Nice
Chapter 6 Sam's crushed on the martial arts instructor at the Men of Letters Academy for a year and finally finds an opportunity to do something about it.
I don’t know what this is.
Sam Winchester had been working at the Letters Academy for all of one year as a Professor of Supernatural History and Lore. Dean had graduated ten years prior and was a field agent with a partner of the celestial variety, Castiel. Sam preferred employment on the educational side of operations and prepared his students well, heavily arming them with the knowledge of what was out there and how to effectively neutralize it, if necessary.
Cool. I am down for this
The instructor had joined the academy's faculty the same time as Sam and to say he had a crush on the guy was putting it mildly. His name was Gadreel, and like Dean's partner,
Man they would make a mightily tall couple.
"Heard Max Banes is working through the ranks of Tai Kwon Do pretty fast. Aces all the tests and assignments in my class. Seems pretty motivated.." Sam tossed out for conversation.
Before Covid I was doing pretty well with Taekwondo. I have not kept up.
"Those are effective, until knocked out of your hand or your mag runs out. Come by sometime, I'll show you some stuff..if you want."
Yeah Ill show you some stuff too. In my pants!
"Private lessons I see, Gadreel. I'd no idea they were on the table. Perhaps we can come to some..arrangement." Sam looked up to see Arthur Ketch standing in the doorway aiming a lascivious grin at Gadreel.
EWWW. Can we say creepy
It had Sam considering the length of his wingspan.
Wingspan… Sure
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Is it alright if I requested deadceptor with “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion" in the context of some rude bar patrons? (if not, feel free to use creative liberty if you'd prefer to) Thank you for accepting requests!
I’m still doing these! This one is long enough that I’m posting it as it’s own thing, rather than a part of that prompt-fill fic.
ao3 link in source!
93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion" Deadceptor + rude bar patron
Astrotrain’s return was preceded by the biggest dust storm post-war Cybertron had ever seen, and uncomfortably dry winds continued to pummel Iacon with grit as Dead End worked.
He had already spent a good part of the morning scraping piles of sandy debris away from the front entrance to Maccadam’s before it opened. His engine hitched—some of the dust had found its way down his intake, and he had no doubt that the spaces between his plating and protoform were absolutely packed with dust.
Inside Maccadam’s, Perceptor was attempting to repair the jukebox. While Dead End had been in the back grabbing more subspace-filtered engex, Soundwave and the Tetrahexan had gotten into a fight the night before last, ending with the latter bot’s horns skewering the machine.
Until then, they had done a pretty good job enforcing the ‘no fighting’ rule—and Dead End was pleased to know that he proved an effective deterrent if Perceptor’s matter-of-fact reminder didn’t do the trick.
The door mostly cleared, Dead End stepped inside Maccadam’s. Perceptor was still working on the jukebox, which was now operational, but played only one song.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
Dead End crouched beside Perceptor. When he was certain the Autobot had registered his presence, Dead End reached out and placed a hand on Perceptor’s frame. It came away dusty, leaving a faint imprint on Perceptor’s armor.
“You ready to open?” Dead End asked.
“As soon as you are.” Perceptor replaced the jukebox panel and stood. “Soundwave has requested we hire him to curate the bar’s entertainment.”
“You’re not seriously considering saying yes?” The thought of Soundwave, ever-present, playing his obnoxious songs, watching knowingly as Dead End and Perceptor cleaned up after closing…Dead End grimaced. “Aren’t he and Hot Rod trying to take over Cybertron or something?”
“They are attempting to organize a new ruling body,” Perceptor said. “Which is why I told him no.”
“Good.” Dead End listened to Hot Rod slightly more than he listened to Soundwave, and to hear the bot speak—he was doing the equivalent of fighting a legion of Air Hammers armed with nothing more than acid pellets and witty banter. Dead End hadn’t participated in any of the protests that were taking place outside the newly rebuilt Imperium, but then, he had never been one for politics.
Politics were for bots like Soundwave and Hot Rod, who’d been sparked with either the charisma or the bolt-headed stubbornness to make a difference. It didn’t matter who won—if Optimus got his way or Hot Rod and Soundwave did, chances were, Dead End would still be here.
He wondered if Perceptor believed the same thing.
“Astrotrain messaged me earlier today,” Perceptor said. “He told me he had met someone who could track the Insecticons and was transporting him here.”
“I thought he was supposed to be keeping Megatron X prisoner,” Dead End muttered. “Not working as an multiversal space bus.”
Perceptor shrugged. “I am sure he will explain when he arrives.”
“Yeah.” There was already a line forming outside the bar—mostly the early afternoon regulars, but there were a few new bots. Probably here early because the dust storm had prevented them from working. Dead End gave the place a final once-over, then went to unlock the door. “He’ll probably dump the poor idiot into the Argon Sea.”
“Not if he does it to you first.”
“Ugh.” Dead End stepped aside to let in the dust-covered bots who’d been waiting outside, and immediately regretted bothering to clean the place last night.
He spent the next hour taking orders and helping Perceptor make the drinks—rather, watching Perceptor and his dexterous scientist hands make drinks so quickly and smoothly Dead End couldn’t do much but watch.
Just as the sun had begun to peek through the oppressive dust clouds, the door opened, and a stranger walked in.
Dead End would never admit it to anyone else—he barely admitted it to himself—but over the last few months, he had become attuned to Perceptor. He had begun to notice the other bot’s small, unconscious moments; the way his back straightened incrementally whenever a ranking Autobot walked into Maccadam’s, the tilt of his head whenever he was trying to figure something out.
Now, he was on edge. His grip on a bottle of subspace-filtered engex tightened, so much so that Dead End feared he might crush it.
He looked up.
The bot was dressed like a Senator—with a woven cloak, and head covering clearly based off of organic fashions, he looked more suited to an evening in the Grand Imperium than a Maccadam’s.
Almost instinctively, Dead End came to stand beside Perceptor. He was trying to loom, but considering he was shorter than Perceptor, Dead End wasn’t sure the effect was entirely accurate.
“I’m lookin’ for Optimus Prime.”
Dead End wondered if he had just imagined the blank spaces of Perceptor’s optics narrowing.
The stranger’s hand had been lingering on the holsters strapped to his waist, but without waiting for a reply, he lifted a hand—the universal gesture for ordering a drink, Dead End had learned.
“Don’t even think about it,” Perceptor said. Dead End looked down. The stranger’s free hand had been inching towards the revolver.
“Weapons are allowed in this joint, aren’t they?” He jerked his head in the direction of a group of heavily-armed bots who were no longer pretending not to stare. “Where’s Maccadam?”
“You looking for Maccadam or Optimus Prime?” Dead End snapped.
“I’m not talkin’ to you, ‘con.”
“Dead End is as welcome here as you are,” Perceptor said evenly, and slid the drink over the counter.
It sat untouched.
The stranger’s free hand twitched.
He shot three glasses before Dead End’s body caught up with his processor.
He sprang into action. Ignoring Perceptor’s shout, he vaulted over the counter to tackle the stranger, who stood unmoved by Dead End’s actions. What he did do was grab Dead End and slam him onto the nearest table. It cracked under the sudden pressure, and Dead End felt his spinal struts protest.
“I’m not asking again.”
Dead End kicked him in the face. The stranger stumbled back, giving him enough of an opening to sit up and rummage through his subspace for his weapon. A blast hit his hand—at this range, it wasn’t enough to destroy his hand completely, but it was enough to burn completely through his plating.
“Come here.”
He grabbed Dead End by the foot, dragging him out of the bar. Dead End struggled to orient himself, catching a glance of Perceptor reaching under the bar for his own rifle.
Dead End groaned as fresh grit and dust worked its way under his plating as he was tossed unceremoniously onto the ground.
“Optimus Prime. Where is he?”
“How should I know?” Dead End snarled. Pit. With the amount of dust getting into the circuitry, his hand would need more than some nanites. “You’ve got some nerve, coming into Maccadam’s and—”
“It’s a real shame I never asked for your opinion.” Dead End jerked his injured hand away as the stranger moved to grab it. “Talk. Or my next shot will be aimed at your spark.”
Dead End saw the impact of a shot hitting the bot’s shoulder. The stranger stumbled back, more surprised than injured, Dead End thought.
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“Try me.”
“I have shot a hand off a Phase-Sixer,” Perceptor said. “Do you really want to question my competence with a weapon?”
The bot hesitated. The hole in his shoulder smoked.
“You win this one.” His optics narrowed. “But I’ll be back.”
“Don’t bother.”
Dead End didn’t look away until the bot was out of sight. He groaned and sat up.
“It appears to be superficial damage,” Perceptor said.
“Yeah, but it hurts.” Dead End gave in and deactivated the nerve sensors in his hands. He moved to get to his feet. Obligingly, Perceptor held out a hand. Dead End accepted, cradling his injured hand against his side. “You gonna help me fix it?”
“Of course.” Perceptor intertwined his fingers in Dead End’s. “I can’t have you capable of holding only one of my hands.”
Dead End snorted. “Who was that guy, anyway?”
“I am reasonably sure of his identity,” Perceptor said. “But I would like to confirm it independently. Shall we go back?”
Dead End smiled. “Yeah.”
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Rodimus writes a list of all the reasons why he hates Thunderclash, then leaves it in his desk drawer. One of the others sneaks into his room, finds the list, and reads it over the ship's intercom system. Rodi is furious - not only has his privacy has been violated, but everyone is focusing on the fact that he "said" such nasty things about Clash instead of WHY he "said" them (since he mentioned all of his insecurities and the fact that Clash is so much better than he will ever be in the list).
Howdy, so first time doing this, and kinda excited but still nervous, let me know what you think! I also wanted a bit more angst being that I have no self control.
Lost Light, a ship full of mechs who had fought through 4 million years of war, highly qualified for anything the known and unknown universe would throw at them. But then again being on a ship for so long could only result in some sort of ‘horseplay’. For the most part the day was as normal as ever, simple routine, checking the mission log, and progress. And then it happened, it felt like he was going 100 mph and slammed into a concrete roadblock.
The ship’s internal speaker screamed to life, halting the crew, every mech stopped and listened. Rodimus’ peds slammed into the floor so hard that sparks shot up, Drift did the same and they turned to the tiny wall speaker.
“To the crew, a tiny memo from our beloved captain,” The speaker whined as the mech cleared his intake. “‘A list of what I hate about Thunderclash:”
He couldn’t tell what happened first, if his optics popped out of his helm, or if he changed into his alt-mode and flew down the hall. Drift was right on his bumper the whole way.
“1:Thunderclash has this horrible paint job, what did he do? Blindfold himself and chuck a bunch of darts at a color wheel?Not only that but red? Red optics? Wow that’s sooo friendly, 10 out of 10, goes with the slag color scheme.”
They passed Swerve and Ten who almost dropped their new shipment.
“2: Why is he even a ‘hero’? So what, you were shot in the spark and lived, who hasn’t been shot in the spark? I don’t understand why everyone looks up to him? He’s just like everyone else and has a bad paint job.”
They drifted around the corner, scaring Brainstorm, who attached his harness to the ceiling and lifted himself out of their way.
“3:And then there’s this stubborn ‘fan club’, always following him around, stalking him, kinda feel bad for the guy, like hello? Give the poor mech some space to at least walk?”
They slid into the lift Drift typed in the code, tapping his ped. “I’m thinking whoever is behind this, they’re going on the next mining shore leave with Megatron.” He hissed. “Why’d you write that?”
Rodimus’ engine roared, praying to Primus that the lift would just move a little bit faster! “I couldn’t recharge that one night when I was paired up with Thunderclash on shore leave, and I had a quick com session with Rung, and he suggested I write down what I don’t like. Kinda helped me out. It’s not supposed to be read out loud.”
The lift came to a stop and as soon as the doors were open enough for Rodimus’ alt-more to fit he floored it.
“But that’s not the worst thing about Thunderclash, I think the absolute worst thing would be his oblivious nature. It’s bad when he hardly notices everyone falling onto their knees to kiss his aft. But it’s really bad when he can’t simply read the signs.”
“Frag, frag, frag.” Rodimus hissed, spotting the captain’s office just ahead, a group of mechs jumped seeing his frame speeding right towards them with no indication of stopping. He started taking names of all of them, let Megatron sort them out.
“I get it, honestly, he’s got this stupid puppy love crush on me, and it’s honestly embarrassing that he can’t simply take a very, VERY, clear ‘no’.” The mech snorted. “It’s kinda pathetic, thinking that I would be caught dead with that-”
The door opened when he sent the code, changing into his root-mode and using his servo to catapult himself, then landing on his peds and front flipping into the office.
“-the absolute wreck of a Prime.-”
His ped smashed into Getaway’s golden battle mask, Getaway was thrown to the ground Rodimus’ peds firmly planted on his helm. With a flick of a digit he shut off the internal comm system, and turned his attention to the mech under him. Getaway was knocked out, then again having your helm slammed into the floor so hard that it creates a mini creator can do that to a mech. Rodimus spun around seeing a sea of not so happy optics glaring at him. “Frag.”
He ducked as an empty cube was thrown at him, Drift sliced it in half and shut the door. Rodimus sunk behind his desk, wondering if the door was going to hold, and what to do with a knocked-out Getaway?
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He vented again, his whole system wheezed, peeling open his optics once more with a slight inhale. His systems reported that he was dangerously low on washer fluid and that was bad, and he didn't want to replace his ‘friendly’ optics anytime soon. With a huff he pulled himself out of his berth, rubbing his faceplates, he could still feel the moisture that clung to his cheek plating. Nothing like doing a double shift and getting ready to recharge and then you hear everything one of your captains hate about you being broadcasted over the whole ship.
It felt like another fusion cannon to the spark, but this time it was Rodimus pulling the trigger. With a vent he pulled himself to the washroom, giving himself a good splash of cleaning fluid to the face. Then he stared at himself, eyeing his white orange, gold, blue and light teal, and to top it all off, his flashy decal. Admittedly the whole speech hurt, and he could grin and bear it, but what hurt was the last comment. “‘It’s kinda pathetic, thinking that I would be caught dead with that absolute wreck of a Prime.’” He quoted his captain, feeling his spark plummet again and his optics sting from the lack of washer fluid. “I-I suppose it is ‘puppy love’.” He forced himself to smile. “I’m sure the crew-no my…’fan club’? Is giving him a hard time.” Thunderclash vented turning away from the mirror.
He jumped hearing a ping at his door, giving himself a quick shake, and trying to put on a tired-looking face, he opened the door.
Riptide and Velocity briskly stepped in, Riptide pulled him back into his hab while Velocity glared out the door and locked it behind them, his two blue friends spun around and stared at him. “Did you hear it?” They both asked at the same time.
“Honestly? Yeah.” He chuckled, it was dry and hurt his intake.
“Thunders, honey.” Velocity pulled him into a hug.
“Don’t you mind that.” Riptide patted his back.
“Yeah, don’t let that get your down, alright?” Velocity pressed a kiss to the side of his helm.
Riptide fell onto his back giving him a strange but loving hug. “Yeah, don’t let yourself get wrapped up in that.”
He smiled. “Thank you, both of you. I’m more worried about the captain.”
Velocity grit her denta. “What?”
“Why?” Riptide asked his rudder snapping back and forth.
“Well, it’s no secret that I’m more liked and my ‘fan club’ is going to be coming for his helm. Not only that but he’s the kind of mech that will beat himself up over this.”
“Oh, so what are you planning on doing?” Riptide asked.
“I was thinking if there was a way to tell the ‘club’ to leave it? And if he asks about it I’ll just say I was in recharge.” Thunderclash shrugged. “And I’ll just leave him alone, give him his space.” That did hurt, like stepping first into acid, he didn’t mean to crowd the captain, he just wanted to know Rodimus a bit better. Normally watching him from afar, and now he would just not watch the brilliant captain in action. “Oh well, I’ll be fine.” He grinned as it felt like another shot tore through his spark.
#mtmte rodimus#rodimus#Thunderclash#rodiclash#thunderod#angst#ask#Ask Me#I have no idea what I'm doing
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G1 Episode 43: Transcript
[This can also be found on AO3!]
[Stinger]
O: This is not an exaggeration, everybody dies.
[Intro Music]
O: Hello, and welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the Generation 1 Transformers cartoon. I'm Owls!
S: And I'm Specs.
O: And today we're going to be talking about episode number 43: The Golden Lagoon. Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?
S: Yep.
O: And today we open with the Autobots walking along a beach and Perceptor finding a rock.
S: And proceeding to nerd out about said rock and its unique properties.
O: The rock has both elements of gold and silver in it.
S: We've struck it rich!
O: [Laughter]
S: Blitzwing orders Thrust and Ramjet to attack the group of Autobots looking at Perceptors rock, so, yeah, these guys have been lurking somewhere in the background.
O: I have to ask you- or- do they want the gold and silver? Because my good dudes, you just need to sell some, like, patents and shit and you'd be probably all set money-wise.
S: Bragging rights, maybe? I mean, these guys seem like the sort of dudes that would just go and pick up a mini bot and, like, shake him upside down to get his lunch money.
O: Okay, but you just imagine they basically go back to base they're like, “We stole Perceptor's rock!”
S: Well, possibly, “We stole Perceptor.”
O: Well, yes, I know but I'm just imagining him just stealing the rock. So, uh, Powerglide takes to the air to fight Thrust.
S: Meanwhile, Ramjet can't win in a fight against a hoverboat, as Seaspray both outmaneuvers him and drives him into the drink.
O: Then we get some tank-on-tank action as Blitzwing takes on Warpath.
S: Oh, Preceptor calls for Beachcomber's aid but apparently Beachcomber has bailed on this fight. I mean, the vibes were just getting him down, man.
O: Beachcomber exits some sort of cave that he apparently entered and then basically enters a lush, verdant hidden glade he calls a paradise.
S: I want to know why no one can see this from the air because this is very visible from the air- you can see the sky.
O: Yeah, like there- and I think what makes this even funnier is, like, at the start of this fight there were literally no less than four fucking planes in the air.
S: Yep, so our robotic Dr. Dolittle, Beachcomber, speaks birb, fox, deer, bunny, and, somehow, armadillo.
O: He's even able to pet the deer. I- do you know how skittish those fuckers are?
S: Super skittish. Beachcomber ignores his communicator and investigates a nearby small lake. A small, suspiciously colored lake.
O: There's no good way to be delicate about this, guys. It's urine colored.
S: Beachcomber, throwing caution and common sense to the wind, dips his entire hand into it.
O: It turns gold and he exclaims that, “It's electrum!”
S: We'll get back to this later.
O: [Laughter] Moving right along.
S: Back in the fray, Ramjet gets his revenge coming out of the water underneath Seaspray.
O: The two tanks have to unbury themselves from the sand they have, apparently, inadvertently got buried in.
S: Yep, it looks like everyone's having a pretty bad beach day all around.
O: And then the ground around Beachcomber, in his said hidden glade, begins shaking and he transforms and heads back into the tunnel that he had entered the glade from.
S: Surprised that, uh, things didn't end badly for any of the critters, but I think he would have been very distraught.
O: Probably.
S: As if prophesized, Thrust spots the lake from the air and lands to examine it.
O: He decides he wants to be the shiniest and dives into the lake, turning him completely gold.
S: The Midas touch of robots and also how deep is this stupid thing?
O: Oh, yes, we get- we comment on that later. [Laughter] Beachcomber makes it back and Perceptor is understandably a little frustrated that he had bailed in the middle of a freaking fight.
S: Seaspray is able to shoot Ramjet down but Thrust arrives, seemingly invulnerable, with his fancy new gold coating.
O: None of which stops Perceptor from trying to shoot him with his handy-dandy hand missile.
S: The Autobots attempt different attacks against Thrust but eventually flee, leaving Perceptor and Seaspray behind.
O: Thrust miraculously grows what we can only describe as claws and then scoops Perceptor up while in jet mode and flies off with him.
S: It's honestly pretty silly looking, if I remember right.
O: Yeah, it looked pretty silly.
S: Yeah, Perceptor and Seaspray are brought to the Con base. Megatron gloats and Thrust is like, “Hey, guys, I found a ton of electrum.”
O: And then Starscream says he needs proof of Thrust’s claim but Megatron responds with, “I don't care what you need.” You know, it's been a while since I was- I feel like it's been a while since when you've seen these two idiots bicker like this.
S: Yeah, because they didn't really do it during the, um, shoot, the Constructicon brainwashing thing.
O: Yeah, like, you know, normally, I felt like that was a situation where they'd start bickering but instead Megatron was like, “No, no, no, sweetie, we've got an escape route.”
S: [Laughter] Yep, so, yeah, Megatron and Starscream bicker further as they arrive at the electrum fountain.
O: Megatron volunteers Starscream as the first test subject for the electrum.
S: Starscream seems, you know, quite hesitant, dipping one foot into the water until Megatron tells him to, “Go!” And then Starscream proceeds to jump in like a six-year-old: holding his nose and doing a weirdly adorable cannonball.
O: It is very, very stupidly cute.
S: Mm-hmm.
O: And then Starscream exits and I'm pretty sure Megatron just wanted an excuse to shoot him in the face here.
S: Yeah, yeah I totally agree and, like Thrust, Starscream is invulnerable, even to fusion cannon blasts once he's got his shiny gold coat.
O: The other two Seekers and Megatron jump into the hole, too.
S: And once they're all back out they all proceed to shoot each other to test out their invulnerability.
O: In a shot that truly looks like a rave party.
S: It does- like, there's lots of lasers and glowy lights and everyone's just kind of flailing around like twits.
O: And it really cracks me up because, I swear to god, the first thing that happens when Megatron gets out of the pool is Starscream shoots him in the face and laughs.
S: The poor animals are cowering as all of these shots bounce off the Cons and bounce out into the glade itself doing, you know, lots of damage.
O: As you would expect from giant robot fucking lasers. Elsewhere, a group of Autobots prepare a rescue mission.
S: The group is comprised of Warpath, Powerglide, Smokescreen, Beachcomber, and Mirage.
S: Beachcomber has not told anyone about the electrum spring and is hiding his gold hand. Then, of course, we cut back to the Cons who, we see, have all taken a dip in the electrum.
S: When giant robots go swimming does this count as skinny dipping? Are they now considered to be wearing something if it's a coating?
O: I just have one thing to say to you: GOLDMEMBER!!!
S: Oh god. So all of these, you know, spruced up Cons attack the rescue party.
O: Obviously the Decepticons continue to not take any fucking damage right now.
S: Yep, Mirage turns invisible and heads back for some reinforcements and then, uh, Smokescreen generates smoke and Megatron shows off his problem-solving skills.
O: With enough bullets you can solve anything! Or at least hit Smokescreen in his cloud of smoke.
S: Yep, and the entire group of Autobots is captured, save for Mirage who did make it back to base and rallied reinforcements.
O: The Autobot reinforcements don't seem to be too worried about the invulnerable Cons at all with Sunstreaker's response boiling down to, “Hit them harder!”
S: Yep, he's not thinking with his head there, is he? He's taken out almost immediately and ends up upside down in car mode.
O: So I'd say he didn't hit them very hard, wouldn't you?
S: Well, did more damage to him.
O: So, as their shots continue to bounce off the cons, Beachcomber says that, “They found the Golden Lagoon!”
S: That's not a lagoon. A lagoon really needs to be connected to an oc- to the ocean or some other body of water. I mean, that was a glorified puddle.
O: At best.
S: Yeah.
O: At the Decepticon base, Starscream is mugging for the camera, singing the praises of electrum.
S: Seaspray and Perceptor, as entertainment, are made to fight each other.
O: Soundwave’s like, “Yo, this is not sanctioned by HR,” to Starscream.
S: You did not do the paperwork or get the approval for this, Starscream, at all.
O: Nope. And Starscream just sort of waves him off and doesn't seem to care what Megatron's gonna think.
S: Soundwave leaves the room presumably to report Starscream’s aft for HR violations.
O: The few remaining Autobots then ask Omega Supreme for help while Beachcomber heads back to the lagoon.
S: Perceptor and Seaspray shoot out a wall and attempt to escape but are stopped at the elevator when Megatron exits with Blitzwing and Beachcomber.
O: Because if we didn't specify before, Beachcomber got captured when he returned to the lagoon.
S: Yeah.
O: Megatron gets pissy at Starscream for his insubordination and says that he gets the honor of getting chucked into battle against Omega Supreme first.
S: Even Omega Supreme's blasts are unable to damage the Cons, unfortunately.
O: So, really wasn't much of a punishment. Megatron wants to finish Omega off personally and considering he and Starscream are bickering this episode it's Soundwave that gets the honor this time- go around.
S: Yep, one shot from Megatron's alt mode knocks Omega on his back.
O: When we return from the commercial break Starscream is standing on top of Omega Supreme, like a big game hunter after a kill.
S: Yeah, Starscream does not have much in the way of taste.
O: Taste, tact, subtlety...
S: Yeah, back at the Autobot base, Teletraan I warns the Autobots about electrum and Optimus orders survey teams to be sent out to find it.
O: Powerglide drags his ass out of the water back onto the beach from the beginning of the episode and spots the Cons flying to the Golden Lagoon.
S: He reports back to Prime and then we cut to the Decepticon base.
O: Megatron tells Starscream he can do whatever he wants with the Autobot prisoners.
S: Skywarp enters Beachcomber’s cell but Beachcomber gets the drop on him and incapacitates both him and Thundercracker... Beachcomber: stealth geologist. Because he was- he was, like, clinging to the ceiling?
O: Like, my boy, you got skills!
S: He does, he does.
O: He then releases Perceptor and Seaspray and they attempt another escape.
S: And at this point they have stolen, uh, some null rays or... the guns the Seekers wear on their arms.
O: Yeah.
S: This time they succeed because Seaspray is very well suited to be in the water.
O: And the three arrive back at the golden puddle just in time for Longhaul to dump a bunch of empty barrels on Dirge and tell him to fill them up.
S: Everyone's pushing work on everyone else. Dirge is not happy about being left to guard the electrum by himself but he doesn't get very much time to explain or complain about anything as Seaspray pulls him into the bushes.
O: All the scientists are feral this episode and I, for one, love it.
S: Yup. Perceptor and Seaspray steal both of his guns.
O: Thankfully, Optimus and co arrive just afterwards.
S: Then it's time for the ~Autobot pool party!~
O: As they, too, jump in and get all glammed up.
S: The Decepticons realize they've been duped when the Ark is empty and filled with dummies and not even the interesting moving, clothed dummies that, like, were at the beginning of the series.
O: And, no, not the Dinobots, either.
S: Yep, I think they'd get along with, um, Beachcomber. though.
O: I would hope so, I don't know if we ever really see them interact though?
S: I don't, either, I just- I think they would get along- I think that would be a fun team up to watch.
O: Yeah.
S: Ah, so the Decepticons turn around and head back for the Golden Lagoon only to arrive to find some glammed out Autobots, including a whole-ass Omega Supreme.
O: I don't even know how they managed that.
S: I guess the water must be really deep because he comes straight out of it.
O: I guess?
S: Or crouched in it?
O: It does not make any sense. Uh, predictably, a fight ensues. Of course, no one's shots are doing anything and further bouncing off of them.
S: And lighting the surviving enviro- the surrounding environment on fire, that wasn't already trashed.
O: The electrum on the Decepticons begins to wear off and the battle changes in favor of the Autobots.
S: Yep. Megatron, much like a toddler, decides that if the Cons can't have the lagoon then they're going to blow it the shit up on their way out. Ah, this reveals that the lagoon was pretty wide but honestly not that deep. Like it certainly wasn't deep enough for Omega Supreme to go sit in it or, frankly, I don't even think that, like, Starscream should have been able to like dive in there?
O: Yeah, I don't know what was going on with this, but the Cons retreat and we end with Beachcomber looking very sad in the destroyed glade.
S: And the music that's happening here really does not match the somber mood.
O: Yeah, because it sounds, like, hopeful and kind of happy. You know, normal end-of-the-episode music.
S: Yeah.
O: That's it for this episode so join us next time for Quest for Survival! Where Autobots are in desperate need of a gardener and poor Cosmos is stuck in a very unfortunate situation.
S: Yep, some things need some trimming and poor Cosmos is a bit- a bit caught in the middle, yeah. So, today we have two fanfic recommendations. The first is “Favorable Contributions” by Tiamatschild, which is set in the G1 cartoon continuity. It's rated K, it's Gen (more or less) but pairing-wise: it's a Beachcomber and Perceptor, and our characters are Beachcomber and Perceptor. In summary, “Knowing Beachcomber is fraught with peril. Embarrassing peril.”
O: [Laughter]
S: So, yeah, uh, the theme here is it's Beachcomber in nature! Sometimes embarrassing. And it's a one shot. This was something that I read a while ago and it's- it's cute and it's fun and there may or may not be an alligator involved. Or possibly a crocodile? Giant robots getting treed by a big reptile, anyway.
O: Well, we know- do know giant reptiles are their biggest weakness if the dinosaur episode where the Decepticons were getting mowed down is any indication.
S: Yeah, very much so. And the second recommendation is “One Step At A Time” by one_starry_night. Continuity: it's a G1 cartoon continuity, it's rated K, Gen, there are no pairings and the characters are Beachcomber, Perceptor, Powerglide, Warpath, and Seaspray, though Seaspray doesn't really say anything, he's just hanging out. And this is specifically following the events of the Golden Lagoon. In summary, “Perceptor figures out a way to cheer Beachcomber up.”
And I picked this one because it's an episode follow-up which- Beachcomber getting some closure would be nice.
O: Right!? Right!? Instead of him just being sad.
S: Yep. And this one is a one-shot, so let's go over to Owls.
O: All right! Our fanartist for today is Sarah Stone or Fayren, they do Prime the- the stuff I'm recommending, anyway, is mostly Prime fanart but they are actually an official artist from the IDW Windblade run which is very, very pretty if you have not seen it and I do recommend reading it. Um, Starscream is a bastard but hopefully you're used to that at this point.
S: Yeah.
O: Um, as I said we've only linked some Prime fan arts. Uh, we have a collection of Decepticons in glasses.
S: Nice.
O: And then we have a humanformer Soundwave which might be my favorite humanformer Soundwave design. It's his design from Prime and he kind of looks like a weird sci-fi mage-y thing. It looks neat. Uh, complete with a- with an actual bird Laserbeak. And then, uh, we have Ratchet and, uh, Knock Out in a fight.
S: Knock down, drag out doctor fight.
O: Apparently.
S: Yeah, they just they both look like they're going to trash each other.
O: Oh yeah, she is a fayrenpickpocket on Deviantart and IInstagram. She is just fayren on Twitter and then on Tumblr- her Tumblr is monsterboysandrobots although, be warned, she has not updated there in over two years, so. I think she's still fairly active on Instagram and Twitter, if you do want to follow her, I would check there first. Any other links will be available on our Tumblr.
S: Yep, and just- I would like to note that her colors are gorgeous.
O: They are. I-I was trying to figure out because I couldn't remember if she did the colors for the Windblade run or if somebody else was the colorist. We can't remember but the colors are super gorgeous in the Windblade run. It's part of why it's so pretty.
S: Yes.
O: Um, so if she didn't do it, whoever the colorist was for that one did a fantastic job.
S: Yeah.
O: Also, you know, just side mention, the cutest Waspinator in existence is in that run, I just want you all to know this.
S: She does have a very cute Waspinator.
O: He's a fuzzy boy!
S: And that just about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word) and various other locations by searching for Afterspark Podcast such as AO3, iTunes, Spotify, and Youtube, just to name a few. And feel free to send us questions on Tumblr, Youtube, or AO3! Till next time, I'm Specs.
O: I’m Owls.
S: Toodles.
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mtmte liveblog issue 35
ooooh baby functionist universe time
the cover with the neon ‘everything is fine’ sign is rlly good but also the pile of dead data stick bots makes me so sad omg noooo they're so cute leave them alone :(
minimus and rewind...! its so cool seeing them interact
also I just love the crowd shot, and you can immediately see that there are a ton of data stick bots like rewind around - which isn't what we’re used to at all
also some good ole totalitarian govt stuff like the ‘you are our eyes’ sign (which, in retrospect, is fucking evil damnnnn)
also I'm so [eyezoom] on this functionist universe stuff bc like, this is basically the only time we ever see dominus be a character (rather than hearing abt him thru other characters), and even so he remains pretty ambiguous
like, minimus clearly isn't thrilled that dominus didn't show up to see him at the space airport or w/e when they've been apart for two million years - and even tho we later see why he didn't show up, it still shows that there's some tension there
the amount of crowd shots in this issue is insane
oooof, the fact that they sold luna 2 - and to the black box consortia, who we just heard about last chapter when they previously got into a space battle w/the galactic council and the djd
fu!minimus being part of the primal vanguard is interesting, I wanna see more about that. what was he doing w/them for 2 million years?
rewind just casually saying this completely fucked stuff, like that the govt ‘outlawed the intellectual class’ and ‘deported the knock-offs’ (which I'm assuming is cold constructed bots?)
I really like the sense we get thru minimus and rewind’s convo that all of this fucked up stuff has happened slowly enough that its become almost normal - like, they talk about it casually, even though its clear they don't necessarily agree with any of it
plus the sense of ‘even if things get really bad ill be okay’ that both rewind and minimus seem to adhere to - rewind having been upgraded from being in the disposable class due to his connection w/dominus, and minimus saying ‘I like to think that obsolescence is something that happens to other people’
I love all the fucked up signage this issue. ‘take pride in being a means to an end,’ yikes
god and the fact that there isn't MORE data sticks, there's just LESS of other alt modes bc of how many alt modes the govt has wiped out completely...
oof, and continuing the whole ‘slow change’ thing - minimus saying that ‘the council never touches the astro class,’ and maybe that used to be true, but the govt will keep pushing that line, clearly...
and we get to see minimus’s alt mode! altho we the readers know that this isn't minimus’s true form...
‘amazing, the lengths some people will go to cross class boundaries,’ minimus says, as if he isn't doing exactly what rewinds describing, but even moreso as a loadbearer wearing an entire suit of armor
and then the casual public execution of the last lunabot...oof.
love the ‘cybertron. the present day’ text overlay...I was so confused about this when I first read it lmao. I figured it had to be some sort of au/quantum nonsense but STILL
back on the lost light, chromedome is going full kool-aid man on rewinds door
mannnnn I absolutely love the plotline of rewind 2 and chromedome 1...im so glad the story acknowledges that they ARE different, they did experience different stuff on their own lost lights, and rewind 2 being a quantum duplicate doesn't mean he had the same experiences as rewind 1...
and I love so much that chromedome just Doesn't Get It, bc of course he wouldn't - he’s too relieved that rewind is back to even consider that its not quite the same, that the rewind he was forced to blow up is still dead (which is a fucked up thought, so of course chromedome, the master of pushing the past away and moving right along, would want to avoid thinking about that in favor of continuing his relationship w/rewind 2)
it also makes a lot of sense that rewind, who records everything and puts a huge emphasis on history/the past, would be hyperaware of all the differences between him and rewind 1, and his chromedome and this chromedome
AUGHHHH and chromedome referring to an offer he made to rewind that was pretty clearly ‘if your memories of the djd slaughter are too much, I can remove them for you’ ooooof...I love these two so much, like...their absolute opposite approaches to trauma is fascinating
oooh mannnnn and then rewind starts ‘remembering’ stuff from the functionist universe...the plot thickens...!
I really like how one of the main ‘things’ in a lot of tf universes is energon/energy shortages, its interesting when the angle is kinda like, ‘energon is a finite resource and the methods to obtain more often involve destroying other planets,’ that's a pretty unique, alien problem for the tfs to have
it also makes sense that the functionists would form partially in response to that (perceived) shortage, and any sort of scarcity would push them further into their extremist views
I like how expressive the characters with visors are...its cute...
poor rewind has to go thru So Much
WHY can just anyone go into the morgue and touch the dead bodies. I mean I guess megatron being one of the captains explains why he’s in there, but that still shouldn't be allowed
‘megatron mountain’ vhbjdkshfbjskfbhhk that's so fucking funnyyyyy I love rodimus....I quote that line a lot, especially when watching g1 lmao
the fact that swerve diluting his engex bc he’s a cheapskate saved everyone's s lives is amazing lmao
also like...damn brainstorm sure tried to murder Literally Everyone huh. like I guess the logic would be that if he succeeded in changing the past it wouldn't matter that they had died there cause the timeline wouldn't exist, but STILL. I guess that shows how confident brainstorm was in his plan
it makes so much sense somehow that rung doesn't drink. and we’ve seen firsthand why magnus doesn't lol
mannnn that panel of brainstorm shooting magnus with some wacky beam and causing the magnus armor to fall off in vehicle mode...Super Cool, just peak mad scientist vibes there
ok but if minimus switches to alt mode when ultra magnus does - as we see here, where minesweeper-minimus is inside big-ole-car-magnus - does that mean that inside the minesweeper is turbofox-minimus?? I want to seeeee
ghsdufjkbvksadfbhjs the panels of rodimus telling megatron that brainstorm time travelled are so fucking funny
and megatrons rant about how absolutely bonkers the lost light is....hvbhjdskfbasjh that's so funny oh my god. like yeah dude you're right and you gotta roll w/it sorry
'on this ship, a minor breakdown is practically a rite of passage’ vbjdsnfbkasdfn its true and I love it
goddddddd it kills me how at this point in the story its So Obvious to everyone that brainstorm travelled back in time to do evil decepticon double agent stuff - and we as the reader can even buy that bc brainstorm has been so sketchy until now, and nothing he’s done contradicts what rodimus suggests - but it turns out in the end, it was all just for love. AUGHHHHHHHH its about the LOVE!!!! that's why I love this arc so much.
back in the functionist universe - god I cant believe rewind waited until Now to reveal to minimus that dominus has a tv face...like I get that that's a difficult topic to bring up in conversation but like, a little sooner might've been good hbvhjkdhnfbjaksl
oh man it hurts...rewind saying that they're in a ‘blind spot...’ oh man :(
rebel rewind, tho!! I love it sm
oh man and rewind never even broke the news about dominus to minimus oof. that's a tough reveal
MANNN I really like the whole ‘flathead’ thing, its so awful and brutal. its such a logical extension of empurata, and as dominus says, once people get used to seeing empurata’d bots, it loses its punch...and the flatheads thing is even more invasive
and writing wise, both empurata and the tv-heads are such good devices to show evil govt bs. I talk abt it a lot but I like all the ways jro gets creative with the ‘alien robots’ thing; a lot of these concepts wouldn't work at all with humans or other organic aliens
GODDD and dominus’s chilling speech being interrupted by the functionist propaganda....fucking horrifying I love it
also seeing dominus here is fascinating - clearly the council managed to pin him down enough to turn him into a flathead, but they never discovered his true alt mode...same with minimus, actually
the cog is so fucking ominous. just floating there...
and the council is scary too! their names, and the fact that they all look the same...seems about right for an evil alien governing body
mannnnnnn and then the reveal that the data slug alt-modes will be ‘recalled’ next...rewind noooooo...and the one council guy even admitted that they still served some purpose in society, BUT that their ability to mass store data made them dangerous to the goverment...evil!!
meanwhile, rodimus doesn't know enough about science to be appropriately frightened about their timeline being wiped from existence, so he’s having a grand ole time
‘no one’s nodding, perceptor’ bvhjdbfasdfhbk their expressions....the lost light command crew are all clearly team ‘leave the science to the scientists’ lmao
I do love the paradox stuff, and brainstorm’s way around it all
‘so I'm not allowed to take an interest in magic?’ hvbjhsdkfbjhkdf ily sm rodimus
but also like....rodimus suggests a parallel universe could've formed and perceptor is like ‘no way, that's not scientifically possible,’ as if brainstorm didn't basically defy science by time travelling at all...and more to the point, functionist cybertron DID get created, so rodimus was actually RIGHT this time
love that we’re already seeing perceptor’s admiration for brainstorm and his invention even here....sapiosexual mfer
a time travel chase....so beautiful...I love sci-fi so much
seriously time travel is one of my favorite tropes ever, this arc was inevitably gonna be my fav
‘he’s going to kill orion pax.’ DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN
meanwhile, on functionist cybertron...aw, is that bulkhead? great cameo! oh wait what's going on with all the data sticks...? uh oh!
the fact that their heads just EXPLODE....soooo fucked!!
god and then the council picks up their dead bodies, for...probably something evil, I’d assume
god and then dominus got even more fucked....
‘there are certain words you cant afford to lose’ ;_; REWIND....GODDD IM SAD
GOD GOD GOD the reveal that minimus has CAMERAS in his EYES GODDDDDDDDDDDD that's so FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and rewinds reaction...ME TOO BITCH TF!!!!!!
all the ‘you are our eyes’ messages are even worse now huh!!
they did it while minimus was asleep...that's so fuckedddd
FUCKKKK and then rewind’s impassioned rebel speech, which I adore.....rewind ily sm...he’s such a good revolutionary, I wish we could've seen him leading an anti-funtionist rebellion....BUT THEN ‘oh? what about the back up?’ and its just like HHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and then his head starts smoking and we see another billboard, but this time it says ‘WE are your eyes’ - is the implication that everyone is now a surveilling spy, whether they like it or now, so now it’s ‘we?’ like, we’re all in it together, spying on each other! ooooof
also. this is like the third time rewind has died on-screen in this series lmao (well, if you count the fake-out death where he thought he’d be cancelled out during slaughterhouse)...he ALMOST died in issue 12 too....poor rewind
‘the custom-made now’ is such a great title. jro always killin it w/the titles
plus ‘elegant chaos’ is such a cool arc name. fucking epic
M A N NNNNNNNN THIS ISSUE WAS BALLER...this ARC is baller....I talked a lot hvbhdjkhfndsak lmao but there's so much to talk abt!!! I love the look into the functionist universe, I love seeing alternate versions of characters and settings so much, and I love time travel, so this issue is basically made for me
plus I fuckign love alien robot politics and seeing the absolute control the govt has over cybertronian society in the functionist universe is fascinating - plus from a storytelling standpoint, I think it was brilliant to show the ‘other side,’ aka what things would've been like without the war...which is something ill talk about later when its more directly addressed in the story but man do I enjoy that
basically I love this arccccc I cant wait to read more hhhhhhh
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Can we get a what if femme Harry met Starscream first??!!
Ooh now that’s a unique scenario!
I’ve already stated in previous posts that I wouldn’t do a baby femme Harry just because the main additions to the story would be childbride based almost exclusively (and I doubt that’s the kinda fun we want here) so I’ll be borrowing from the one shot femme Harry PA au I’m working on and already posted an excerpt from as my base.
(Warning for some adult language)
Adult Harry traveling the world post Deathly Hallows investigates the dam, poor thing just couldn’t help but attract the attention of the Allspark with that Allspark-shaped hole in her soul where a horcrux once sat.
Adult Harry isn’t child-sized, though unusually small at about Jazz’s height and seeker-slim. The Allspark cannibalizes itself for the extra parts, making her main armor a pretty gold and freckled with dark sigils.
She’s been put in a much larger box because the scientists aren’t sure if she’s like the cube that just melted or a threat like the NBE-01 seeing as she’s missing weapons, and that’s when our favorite egomaniac comes cruising overhead.
He’s just minding his own business, scouting the area his intelligence said might be housing the cube after they’d hacked into the fleshbag government database.
That’s when he heard it.
Blasting across all channels from a tinny comm unit less than a mile away, loud and clumsy almost to the point of incoherency, and absolutely riddled in obscenities.
A bot down below was screaming and cursing in blind rage, Starscream almost veered into a parking garage so distracting was the savagery.
He wasn’t familiar with half the language being used but some things were universal.
-and when I sodding get out of this Merlin-foresaken box, holy shit how am I back in a box- I’m going to rip out your cocks off and stuff them back down your throats and then I’m going to shove those guns so far up your asses they’ll be peeking out of your slimy mouths- I swear on Dumbledore’s grave you have no idea who you’re messing with but when you find out-
-Report your designation.- Starscream looped back around, he just had to know what the mouthy creature was screeching about.
-Who the hell are you?- The mech shot back, tones shrill.
-You are speaking to Lord Starscream, leader of the Decepticons. State your designation.-.
-A lord, huh? Just gets better and better. Harry, or Harriet, I guess. You another poor bastard stuck in here?-
The following conversation would be pretty insufferable. Preening, terrible explanations, raging egos and just plain raging. Dumbass Starscream might not figure out he’s not talking to a high pitched guy for a while, Harry wouldn’t have a clue about what’s going on and is pissed.to high heaven that she’s caught and being frozen in pieces by curious scientists.
They would also both be, on some probably unhealthy level, inexplicably entertained by each other.
He would be convinced to help out, if only because all this bizarre information on the Allspark is interesting and the spunky possibly insane mech he’d just met was quick witted and totally unfamiliar.
Thundercracker, a little bemused that Starscream made a friend so quickly, helps out and together they blast a hole in the dam and don’t have enough time to properly absorb that the Allspark they found is a melted empty box and the seeker right next to it can’t fly.
When they’re in the clear, though, well past the cities with only rubble where the dam stood (and Megatron quietly thawing unbeknownst to the three), they land in a spray of sand and spin on Harry.
What the frag was that? He was going to shout, but the words stalled in his synthesizer.
Harry stared back, defiant, on guard. Her wings flared against the dying sunlight, her peds sure and struts low, ready to move. No weapons but a luxurious looseness in her posture spoke of strength and danger.
Glittering, shining like she’d stolen the sun’s radiance for herself. Deep, bold golds only highlighted by religious scripture dotting her like poetry. Stunning, a predator that warned with color, delicious like the finest treasure plundered from rich planets.
He’d never seen such beautiful green optics before…
“When- when you said you didn’t know how to fly I didn’t think it was that bad,” Thundercracker vented. He was aiming for nonchalant but his wings were hitching higher to properly show off their width.
Harry wasn’t paying attention, still honed in on Starscream and his reaction.
Right, Primus, he needed to say something.
“You have a lot to learn if you’re to join the Decepticons,” He managed eventually.
Like a switch, the caution fell away. There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in her when she straightened up, stony mask crumbling under a soft, open smile and teasing optics.
Starscream’s energon pump was definitely failing, but he’d offline before he reacted.
“And I suppose you’ll have to teach me?” She sneered, arrogant, gorgeous.
“Consider yourself blessed to have my wisdom so easily available to you. I look forward to your efforts to repay me.”
She snickered, just as she had during the quiet moments keeping in touch with her, plotting the break in. She’d laughed at every other sentence, just as eager to disrespect him as she was to praise him. So oddly playful in a way Starscream only witnessed in the closest of trines (his own included).
“Personal robot lessons from you, hm?” She cooed, sickly sachrine and needle-sharp “maybe I should go back and take my chances with the scientists.”
Starscream was utterly charmed.
Thanks for asking! Hope you don’t mind it wasn’t papa Starscream action, but I’ve already got the Disaster Dads au tag for that.
I foresee shiny, sarcastic 100% done with life’s bs Harry to be kind of irresistible by seeker standards. They’re like red-eyed magpies.
#anon ask#sd speaks#femharry#fem harry potter#harriet potter#harry screamer#starscream#trasnformers#the setting is ambiguous#but i leaned on prime and bayverse#tfp#bayverse#prime#thundercracker#harry screamer au#au#guys halfway through writing this i tripped on a clients curb and hit the ground sooo hard#my knees are killing me#my shoulder hurts#and i got blood all over the carpet without realizing it because i screwed up my foot#lollllll#god I’m a mess#im just sitting here typing with my foot wrapped in a paper towel because i dont havebandages#pray for your girl
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Spotlight: Hoist - This One’s About the Guy I Keep Mistaking for Hound.
It’s time to focus on the straight man. Not, like, straight as in hetero. Don’t get it twisted, Hoist is queer by default just like every Cybertronian in IDW, not that that’s been established in-canon just yet. No, Hoist is the straight man because he’s the grounding line in this issue.
Hoist, as established during Spotlight: Trailcutter, is off the Lost Light currently on a mission. At this exact moment, he’s running from something.
Well, it was nice knowing you, Hoist!
No, he manages to escape Tarn’s grasp by doing some sweet grappling hook drifting using his tow line, and books it for the crashed shuttle that all his fellow mission-goers are hiding out in. Missionaries, if you will. Looks like Swerve left right after Trailcutter hung up on him, so it’s probably for the best that he didn’t get that forcefield around his voice box. Can’t imagine it working at that long a range. Sunstreaker’s here, along with his pet, Bob. Sunstreaker’s feeling a little salty right now, probably because he’s supposed to be the handsome one, and instead he’s got some sort of face thing going on in this issue.
Yeah, nobody looks quite right in Spotlight: Hoist. Then again, maybe I just don’t get Cybertronian beauty standards.
On that note, let’s take a real quick look at our interior artist for this issue, Agustin Padilla. Padilla doesn’t have a ton of work within the Transformers franchise, but he’s worked on some iconic pieces- specifically, MTMTE #16, The Gloaming.
Yeah, THAT one. We’ll get more into his work when we hit that issue, I promise.
Back to the story at hand: Hoist puts on the cloaking device for the ship, hiding them from Tarn, then gripes to Swerve about the scanner scope being a huge friggin’ liar, because it said that there wasn’t a gotdang thing out there, because there clearly is. Swerve is less than thrilled by the prospect of having Tarn in the general vicinity, to the point that he forgets how to talk for a solid .5 seconds. Swerve’s seen the DJD in action, and it’s not pretty.
They’ve got six hours before the cloaking shields drain the power, then it’s goodbye Safetytown, hello Murderville. So, what better way to spend their final hours than by sniping at one another over things like fault and who’s gotten the shortest end of the stick here?
Looks like Perceptor has a pretty strong lead on all the other guys, seeing as his legs have become one with the ship. Hoist’s busy trying to get in touch with the Lost Light, though no one’s picking up. Gee, wonder why.
Swerve is really in a needling mood, as he asks Sunstreaker where his apology is, seeing as he was the one piloting the ship when they crashed. Sunstreaker blows a gasket for a second over the fact that all he seems to do these days is apologize. Hoist manages to calm the situation and change the topic pretty smoothly, as he fiddles around with the internals of the shuttle to try and get the Lost Light’s attention.
Good at multitasking, Hoist is.
We get the backstory on Bob, who Sunstreaker found after Metroplex woke up and decimated the local Insecticon population on Cybertron, almost certainly upsetting the balance of the ecosystem and traumatizing poor Bob. Yes, even our dog stand-ins have trauma in MTMTE. Sunstreaker, in true pet-owner fashion, baby-talks Bob, saying that he’ll bite that big, nasty Tarn if he gets near them, won’t he? Oh yes he will! Yes he will! What a good boy, yes you are!
Swerve isn’t so optimistic.
Well, that’s certainly a sentence I just read with my own two eyes. Really hoping this is a bit of hyperbole, because I’d hate to think just what sort of life Swerve’s led that resulted in him watching a guy triple his size give himself an enema.
Sunstreaker, who knows that Swerve is kind of a massive baby, isn’t terribly impressed with how scared the DJD made Swerve, accidentally strokes the guy’s ego for a moment.
Swerve, completely on the defensive now, lists off the five things he’s afraid of. Hoist butts in to point out the implausibility of Swerve’s fears.
Smash cut to four hours later, and Swerve hasn’t slowed down a bit, having talked to the point that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore. Sunstreaker’s about had it with this marathon bashing he’s receiving, and suggests that Swerve pick on Hoist for a change. Swerve declines, saying that there just isn’t enough material to work with, because Hoist is boring.
Fun fact, this is his character quote for his introductory paragraph on the Wiki article. He had so little characterization up to this point, this is what they went with. Such is the fate of many of the Transformers who didn’t enter the original 80s cartoon until the second season. Roberts decided to run with it and take the rare opportunity to NOT give someone mental illness so severe and unchecked it’s simultaneously sad and hilarious. Hoist is probably the only dude in the entirety of the IDW run to just be a regular person.
After Swerve confirms that he does in fact know his colors, we blow past another hour, to find Hoist hard at work cutting Perceptor off of the ceiling/floor- Hoist, like most everyone on the Lost Light, is a doctor- as Sunstreaker and Swerve discuss previous scrapes they’ve gotten through. Apparently Sunstreaker fell off a bridge forever ago that was named after a biblical reference, because it doesn’t matter how little you believe in a higher power, you CANNOT escape the pull of the 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.
Swerve asks Hoist if he has anything to contribute to the discussion, and while Hoist does have experience in near-death situations, he’d really rather not talk about it. Swerve respects his privacy.
Well, he tries.
Hoist indulges our little red and white idiot, because it’ll get everyone the Swerve-equivalent of peace and quiet, and begins his tale.
Long story short, it looks like another hotshot pilot had the same idea as Hoist’s, and things got a little crashy-explodey-everyone’s-deady. Hoist was the only survivor, and had to walk his sorry butt back to civilization. Then the exhaustion set in, and he was forced to sit there, fully convinced that he would die alone in the middle of nowhere.
Once he’s finished with his story, Hoist makes the horrific discovery that Swerve’s been bleeding to death over the last five hours, and failed to mention it.
No, Sunstreaker, he’s honestly just like that all the time.
Swerve’s spark casing has ruptured, which I can only imagine is somewhat similar to having a hole poked in your heart. A problem, to put it lightly. Sunstreaker and Hoist decide that, to keep Swerve from biting it, they’ll take the fight to the DJD, in an attempt to get some sort of transport back to the Lost Light and all the tasty medical equipment on board.
Man, it really is unfortunate that Rung’s still not got a head at this point in the timeline, because Swerve is like a jelly donut filled with self-loathing. God just took a jumbo-sized bakery syringe and jammed it right in there.
Hoist and Sunstreaker ignore Swerve’s protests/pained screaming, and gear up for a fight with what they can find. Hoist manages to make two working crossbows and a butt-ton of arrows, not to mention a couple bowie knives in about five minutes, and they head out to kick some tushie.
The lads split up, keeping in touch via communicators, and Sunstreaker manages to get found by Tarn. He gets his ass kicked, because of course he does- the DJD aren’t famous for their macramé and pies, they’re famous for super-murder and being horny for the Decepticause. As Sunstreaker has the realization that he’s leaving his beloved Bob behind, Hoist finds him. Sunstreaker’s in quite the pickle, because he’s had his chest blown in, and Tarn’s been replaced by Shockwave, Megatron, Sixshot, and Overlord.
This just gets better and better doesn’t it?
Then this happens:
Welp.
Swerve’s theory may hold some water, but we can’t worry about that right now, because Hoist is going to try and fight this bastard. Good luck with that, Hoist.
Yeah, that went about as well as it could have.
Hoist is about to get stomped like a bug, when the Con-biner suddenly phases out of existence. Weird.
Hoist runs back to the shuttle, I guess just leaving Sunstreaker in the middle of that clearing, even though he literally is a tow truck. He returns to find that Swerve’s passed out from blood loss, but Perceptor’s still awake, which is good, because there’s some grade-A bullshit going on on this planet, and we need the smart guy to info-dump for the sake of the plot.
Man, this is such a cool plot device, and I’m so mad it never comes up again after this Spotlight.
So, Tarn and all the big bads that Hoist ran into weren’t real, but projections of his and his team’s worst fears. It was feeding off of Swerve, but now that he’s down for the count, it’ll probably go for either Hoist or Perceptor next.
Then there’s what feels like an earthquake, one so powerful it finally removes Perceptor from the ceiling, letting what’s left of his body fall. Hoist runs outside to see just what the hell’s happening now, only to find Metroplex outside and closing in.
The phobia shields work on sub-sentient creatures too? Good lord, this thing just never stops, does it?
Thinking quickly, Hoist scoops up Swerve and the upper half of Perceptor and bolts for the edge of the cliff their ship is sitting next to. He must have been training for the Robot Olympics or something, because he makes the leap by a large margin, even when weighed down by two limp bodies.
Then he punches Perceptor in the face, knocking him out cold.
Then he commits an act of animal abuse as he knocks Bob out with his tow hook.
Our hero, folks! Let’s give him a hand!
As Metroplex fades out of existence, Hoist remembers that he is not immune to trauma, as he’s forced to sit there, completely alone, until help arrives.
No wonder he got that massive Rodimus Star. What a trooper.
Thus ends Spotlight: Hoist, as well as the Spotlight series as a whole.
So, Swerve may not have much of a read on Hoist, but I figure I can try and take a stab at it. Hoist is… helpful. The entire issue, he’s the one who never stops doing things. If he’s not trying to repair the shuttle, he’s cutting Perceptor out of the floor, or he’s patrolling the perimeter, or trying to defuse the tension between his crewmates, or building weaponry, or punching people in the face for the greater good.
The folks he’s surrounded with for his Spotlight accent the characteristics he lacks- he’s not insanely smart like Perceptor, or strikingly handsome like Sunstreaker is intended to be, or capable of holding a conversation like Swerve. He blends into the background, always has and always will, both within canon and as a character.
He’s just a guy. He’s the guy, a jack of all trades, master of none. And that’s okay.
#transformers#jro#mtmte#spotlight#maccadam#Hannzreads#text post#long post#comic script writing#overthinking about robots
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