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supernova1us · 3 years

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TF: Astray-The Trailer

I know, its weird. So this is a breakdown of trailer makeup of one of my many series ideas, the idea of a trailor for the series was what originally made me even think of the plot/cast. below the breakdown is more info on the series itself. the designs are meant to be based on TFA designs but not strictly supposed to be them exactly(the cast pic is just for fun since all the cast i could find in that style). please give some feedback. We see a shot of a female human teen stumbling back in shock, a spinning shot around her reveals Hot Rod, Bulkhead and Ratchet transforming into robot mode. Seaspray is also walking over and Blackarachnia is present but lurking in the shadows. “Oh my god” she gasps. We then see a shot of her looking up at Major Convoy sitting in a chair, badly damaged and attached to medical equipment. “Why are you here?” she asks. A flashback shot shows Convoy at the helm, then a shot of their ship maneuvering through a chaotic, unstable landscape. It then switches to a wide shot from space as Unicron sinks his toothy maw into cybertron’s surface. The shot then cuts back to the damaged Convoy, looking depressed. “That is…a long story” He answers her. There is then a shot of hot rod ducking and weaving through a dense forest, avoiding blaster shots from behind him. “You will have to be my field commander for the time being” Convoy says, reluctantly. “I won’t let you down” Hot Rod responds, with a mix of humility and enthusiasm. A shot of ratchet shaking his head with a frown then another shot of him talking to Hot Rod, poking at his Autobot insignia. “Time to earn that badge lad; hope you’re up to the task” Ratchet comments. “This planet is peaceful and quiet, what’s there to worry about” voice over from Seaspray. During this line we see a shot of Scorponok’s base mode settled on earth’s moon, a close up pan across his/its decepticon symbol and switch to a shot inside as a group of triple-changer drones come online. “Trust me, that’s never a question worth asking” Blackarachnia’s voice answers Seaspray. We then see multiple shots of Sixshot training with a sword and in some cyber-ninja moves, then another of him angrily taking his tank mode and destroying two battle-damaged drones. There is then a shot of the multiple triple-changers under Sixshot’s command as he addresses them. “The time of our kind has come. No bot will ever look down on us again after we make this world our domain. A new Decepticon homeland…where our superiority is law” He declares. Over the latter part of his speech is multiple shots of the triple changers switching from their flying modes to ground modes and decimating a human military base. “The decepticons are here; this may not be the great war…but we have to stop them from hurting this planet” Convoy declares. “Why?” Blackarachnia asks skeptically. A shot shows Hot Rod produce his energy bow and draw back a bolt, then switches to him leading his team as they speed out of a tunnel in vehicle mode. “Autobots, let’s roll!” his voice is heard as they do. Another shot shows Bulkhead jumping onto the front of the charging form of Astrotrain’s train mode, clinging to its front. Astrotrain suddenly takes off into the sky in his shuttle mode, leaving Bulkhead to weakly grip to him, spinning through the air. Another shot shows hot rod held up over a cliffs edge, his throat tightly held by Sixshot. “Your wisdom requires some improvement, Autobot” Sixshot declares. A shot shows some of the triple-changers firing when they are struck by blotches of sticky webbing, disabling them. A previously pinned down hot rod and ratchet look up to see Blackarachnia’s spider mode crawl down a wall from above. We then see a close up shot of an angry Blackarachnia addressing her teammates in their ship. “You’re never going to trust me are you?!” she shouts in anger. We then see the whole team, including Flipsides and Blitzwing, on guard and surrounded by human military vehicles and soldiers. It then switches to a shot of Convoy attempting to stand but partly collapsing, then another of him banging the floor in frustration. We then see the human teenager running in slow motion as she’s chased by Apeface and Snapdragon in their beast modes. Another shot shows Sixshot lingering outside a cell holding an unseen horned bot. Another shot shows Ratchet, Skidz and Nautica examining data on a screen, while Nyx hangs from the ceiling in her bat mode next to them. “This world is too valuable” an unseen voice speaks up. As it does, there is a shot of three shadowy bots floating in space looking down on earth. There is then a shot of massive aerial dogfight between the decepticons and Spacewarp. Then there is a slow motion shot of the team being chased by an explosion; Hot Rod and Blackarachnia are fleeing in their alt modes while Bulkhead is running, carrying Ratchet and Seaspray under his arms. We then see a dark underwater shot from behind a group of mysterious merfolk approaching Seaspray, Nautica and Riptide. The next shot shows a close up of Seaspray and a female member of the merfolk drifting closer and touching hands. We then see as Hot Rod unearths a strange cybertronian weapon. “But what if we fail…what if…I fail?” his voice echoes over the shot. “That’s incredible…I’m terrified” Bulkhead says bluntly with a smile. We then see a fast montage of action shots; Bulkhead struggling against being grappled by Blitzwing and Octane, Blackarachnia ripping the head off a triple-changer drone and jabbing her back-mounted legs into another, Seaspray awkwardly running and tackling Shatter and Dropkick, Ratchet jumping a broken bridge in vehicle mode as three alien jets strafe him, Apeface and Snapdragon rampaging like kaiju through a human city, autobots and decepticons alike swept up in the oncoming wave of destroyed dam, Skidz and Snowcat driving into the large legs of Astrotrain, toppling him and Convoy tearing a large piece of machinery from a wall and throwing it at an unseen assailant. “Unable to locate compatible mode; no earth made terrestrial vehicles capable to contend with Decepticon designated Sixshot” A computer declares to Convoy As the computer speaks, a brief scene of Sixshot expertly shooting human jets out of the sky with his blasters is shown. Convoy slumps and sighs in response to the computers conclusion before turning back to it with interest. In a large room, Hot Rod and his teammates are surrounded by and in a standoff with the decepticons when all react to a sudden booming metallic trumpeting sound. Dropkick approaches a large door and peers through a slot only to panic as a loud thumping is heard approaching. He dives for cover as Convoy smashes through the door and wall in his robotic mammoth alt mode, destroying the nearby drones as well. Sixshot takes his wolf mode and a wide shot is seen of the two beasts charging each other and the scene cuts to black and the title just as they are about to clash. Transformers: Astray

The panicked masses and factions of Cybertron evacuate as the looming threat of the world eating Unicron rapidly approaches. Military commander Major Convoy breaks from his post to take a ship and rescue a group of trapped refugees; Hot Rod, Ratchet, Blackarachnia, Seaspray and Bulkhead. They barely escape the cataclysmic chaos of unicron’s arrival and consumption of cybertron. The group is all knocked into stasis as their damaged ship is thrown into a random warp.

Arriving in the vicinity of earth, convoy alone awakes and attempts to take control of the ships crash landing. He manages a controlled crash that saves the others, but he himself is badly damaged and is forced to remain connected to a life support system. Hot rod, eager to prove himself, is appointed Convoy’s proxy and the groups field commander. The crews hope is to remain hidden on earth until able to contact other cybertronians for help. Unfortunately for their plans, also present on earth are the decepticon triple changers, under the command of super solider Sixshot. The refugees are forced to remain hidden from the humans and thwart the decepticons efforts to begin a calculated conquest of the world for themselves. Major Convoy-a distant but decorated and experienced military leader in the elite guard Hot Rod-a gung-ho and eager young soldier looking to show his merit as an autobot leader Blackarachnia-a decepticon and criminal who remains aloof and untrusted by some of the other refugees (TFA design) Ratchet-a grumpy older autobot medic who tries to keep peace among the crew and monitor Convoy’s health Bulkhead-a large and clumsy but good natured civilian constructibot; he’s close friends with seaspray Seaspray-a awkward and nerdy aquatic specialist and scout who enjoys being on earth Sixshot-the infamous six changer and ninja master, he seeks to prove the superiority of multi-mode bots and make earth their new domain. Triple changers-Scorponok(base), Astrotrain, Blitzwing, Octane, Shatter, Dropkick, Apeface, Snapdragon, Flipsides Megaempress-a powerful, dangerous and devious decepticon commander long imprisoned within scorponok (look/colors mostly based on armada galvatron) Skidz, Nautica, Riptide, Snowcat, Nyx- a team of cybertronian explorers currently wandering earth Tidal Wave-a titan serving as the guardian and foundation of the underwater city of atlantis Spacewarp-a transformer pirate that frequents earth Sideways, Soundwave, Lyzack -mysterious rogue agents attempting to manipulate both sides of the conflict Nemesis-a dark, pure evil copy of Convoy of unknown origin

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vivilove-jonsa · 7 years

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Photo Prompt Game

This is for the photo prompt game started by @jonsa-creatives in which you can write a story or create something based on random picture prompts. Since you are allowed to use one, two or any number of the pics for the creation, I decided to use the top two photos and wrote the following short fic.

The spring morning was the warmest Jon had known so far. He left the castle behind and headed to the godswood seeking the Lady of Winterfell. His fair cousin had broken her fast alone for a change and Brienne had said he might find her there.

Sansa often sought the peace of the godswood since they had reclaimed their home. And now that spring had returned and the war was over, Jon normally joined her there. She did not seem to mind his brooding company in the quiet beside the ancient Weirwood. In fact, Sansa often brought out the smiles that he struggled with in the company of others.

Jon passed Lord Baelish in the courtyard and grumbled under his breath. The man started to speak to him, to ask him if he’d seen Sansa this morning but Jon hurriedly brushed him off with a grunt. He did not like him and did not like that he was still here but they had not managed to run him off yet.

He entered the ancient wood and felt a sense of ease and wonder wash over him. This was a Stark place and though he was only half a Stark, it was part of him and his place, too.

He was nearly to the hot spring by the heart tree when he heard the sound of splashing and a woman’s soft laughter. Perhaps Sansa was not there alone...but who would be with her? And, why would there be splashing?

Jon crept more quietly towards the pool when he saw Ghost raise his head from the water’s edge and look his way, his ears perking up and his red eyes glowing.

His own eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw her. Beautiful Sansa, apparently wearing nothing but a thin shift in the water. She stood in the water and beckoned Ghost to join her but his direwolf snorted and whined from the bank.

“Coward,” she teased as she stood and splashed water his way again. Her shift was stuck to her curves like another skin and Jon could see everything through it. Her red hair was plastered against her neck and shoulders. Her back was to him and her rounded bottom was perfectly outlined by her shift.

He darted behind the nearest tree, his cheeks flaming. He felt more like a green boy spying on a maid than a king happening upon his cousin’s moment of solitude.

Go back the way you came. She will be mortified is she knows you’re here.

He did not leave though...not right away. He peeked around the tree and stifled a gasp when he saw she had turned his direction. Her firm teats and darker nipples were visible through the shift and between her legs Jon would swear he could make out the patch of red hair that covered her sex.

He ducked behind the tree once more and closed his eyes. He groaned involuntarily as he felt his cock stir with interest.

Gods, stop looking. Go back now.

He heard the padding of footsteps growing closer.

“Ghost!” Sansa called. “Where are you going? Jon would want you to watch over me.”

It was true. He had told Ghost to watch over her whenever he was not there. Leaving her during the war had been so hard. He could barely breathe at the thoughts of her coming to any harm. But now his old friend was about to expose him.

“No, Ghost,” he hissed under his breath. He swatted his hand towards wolf. “Go on. Go back to her,” he begged.

Ghost’s head tilted to the side, observing him but he seemed to understand at last. He turned and trotted back to Sansa.

Jon could hear her girlish giggles ringing in his ears and more splashing. He took the opportunity to turn and flee. The sound of her laughter and the sight of her nearly naked form haunted him the rest of the day and all night.

A fortnight had passed since Jon had happened upon his lovely cousin bathing in the godswood. And since then, life had been a torment to him.

He had known her to be beautiful long before that day. He had known that he loved and cared for her, that he was extremely protective of her as well. He had threatened more than one man on her behalf. What cousin who still considered himself her brother in a way wouldn’t do the same? Perhaps he became a bit extreme in his reactions at times. But then he could always tell himself it was because Sansa had suffered so much. She needed protecting he told himself...even if she claimed she didn’t.

Now though, Jon realized that the way he felt for her went beyond the blood bond of a loving cousin and beyond the bond of what he felt for her when he’d thought of her as a sister. His feelings for her were those of a lover. They'd been creeping up on him subtly without his knowledge for a long time now. He had lived in denial as long as he could but he could not lie to himself any longer. He wanted her. He wanted to be her lover. He loved her. He wanted to be her husband. Gods, he wanted that.

For a fortnight, Jon avoided the godswood though, too afraid of saying anything that might jeopardize the happy partnership that they enjoyed as the King in the North and the Lady of Winterfell.

It was hard enough in the Great Hall, in his solar or in the yard to pretend he felt nothing but cousinly affection for her.

But something about the godswood...the heart tree...well, a man could not lie before the heart tree and Jon feared all his feelings would come spilling from his lips if he met her there now.

Unfortunately, Sansa seemed to spend more and more time there. He missed her company. He missed her.

As the days passed, Jon could not bear it any longer. He could no longer hide what he felt. He worried that he might hurt her or offend her if she knew how he desired her but he couldn’t hide away from her and his feelings forever.

Another warm morning dawned and Sansa was absent from the hall when Jon came down to break his fast with her.

“I think she’s in the godswood, Your Grace,” Brienne said when he inquired after her.

Jon hurried from the keep, eager to seek her out, burning with the need to unburden his heart and soul even if she chose to spurn him. He didn’t even pause to consider how inappropriate it might be to approach her there until he was halfway across the courtyard.

What are you planning to do? Declare your feelings for her while she’s at a disadvantage, nearly naked in the pool while you stand there leering at her?

He couldn’t do that.

He paused outside the stables and saw Ghost chewing on a large haunch of venison. It looked as though the butcher had prepared if for him though Jon was not sure why. Ghost usually found his own meals away from the castle.

“What’ve you got there, boy?” he asked.

The direwolf raised his head for the briefest of moments before he returned to his meat.

“Lord Baelish has a man bring choice cuts for your wolf, milord,” the butcher’s boy said. “Says he wants to make friends with him.” The boy winked conspiratorially at Jon and whispered, “I think he’s afraid of him.”

“He should be,” Jon answered as an uncomfortable sense of worry began to uncoil in his belly.

She’s alone then.

Jon looked back at Ghost.

“How long as Lord Baelish been making these offerings?”

“Nearly a fortnight, Yer Grace.”

Jon thanked the lad and headed straight towards the godswood, no longer concerned about anything but her safety.

I’m probably worrying for nothing. She’s likely just sitting there beneath the tree. If so perhaps she will not mind my company...and perhaps I can tell her how I feel. And if she’s bathing, I’ll apologize and retreat.

He entered the silent wood but the sense of ease he often felt there did not come to him now. Generations of leaves covered the floor of the godswood silencing his footfalls. In the distance, he could hear soft laughter and splashing again. He hesitated for just a moment. He could just turn around but a feeling of dread made him continue on.

I will only check that she’s alright and then leave before she even knows I’m there. She deserves her privacy and time alone. I will not intrude.

But she was not alone.

Crouched behind the tree where Jon had watched in fascination and shame fortnight ago stood Petyr Baelish. He was watching Sansa splash in the pool...and she was not aware of it.

A spark of rage ignited in Jon’s breast and consumed him in the blink of an eye. No rational thought could pierce the fog of hate Jon felt for this man. He already loathed him for the role he’d played in Sansa’s misfortunes and abuse. But now, a beast born of wrath was awakened as he watched Baelish watch her bathe without her knowledge or consent.

A strangled yelp was all that Baelish got out as Jon pinned him bodily against the tree by his throat. He squeezed and squeezed as he bore holes into Baelish with his eyes. Baelish’s eyes were wide with fright and he made a sickening sound, a gurgling, choking sound. Jon’s hand only tightened on his throat.

“She’s not yours to look at,” he growled. "She's not yours to watch."

Baelish was struggling to free himself, his hands were clawing at Jon’s. But as the seconds ticked by, he was weakening. He was dying.

“Jon!” Sansa cried from behind him.

He didn’t want to stop. He kept his eyes focused on the older man. He reveled in watching those eyes start to dim.

I will kill him. It’s no more than he deserves. She’s not yours to watch.

But a soft and tentative touch at his elbow, a whisper of his name tickling his ear was all it took. The beast bowed its head and Jon released the man before him.

Baelish fell to his knees, gasping desperately for air and clutching his throat.

Jon was breathing heavily and fighting to regain his composure. He turned to find her behind him, her blue eyes full of concern and shock. She was still wet from her bathing and her shift was clinging to her body like before.

Jon yanked off his cloak and draped it protectively around her shoulders.

“Was he...was he watching me?” she asked, visibly shaken by the thought.

“He was,” he grunted. But then so did I.

Sansa looked down at the man on the ground with disdain. Her lips formed a thin line and her eyes narrowed with hate. She took a step forward, clasping Jon’s cloak securely around her body with one hand before she slapped Baelish hard across the face with her other. She immediately winced at the rough contact though and cradled her hand. Jon took her soft hand in his own and kissed it.

“I’m fine,” she huffed.

“I know you are,” he said and she smiled at him. Jon looked back at Baelish and rasped out a warning, “Ride south. Leave before sunset. You are no longer welcome here.” He edged closer and growled, “If I ever lay eyes on you again, I will kill you.”

Sansa tugged at his hand and they walked back over to the water’s edge so she could gather her clothes.

“Thank you, Jon,” she said as they headed back to the keep.

Guilt gnawed at Jon’s belly and he looked down at his feet. “You shouldn’t thank me,” he muttered. “I’m no better than him. I watched you...bathing. I knew I shouldn’t but I did anyway.

”When?” she asked.

“About a fortnight ago. Sansa, I...I think my feelings for you are...well, I don’t just think of you as a cousin anymore.”

“How do you know it’s not just lust, Jon?” she asked.

“It’s not. I’m ashamed to admit that seeing you nearly naked in the godswood pool was what it took for me to realize it but the feelings were there already.”

He scratched nervously at his beard and waited for her to slap him as she had Baelish...or perhaps just break his heart in two when she said she did not feel the same.

“Truly?”

“Yes, truly. It might have taken me a while to realize it but my feelings are sincere...and my heart is yours.”

“Oh?” she said as a sweet smile sprang to her lips. “Well, I was wondering how long I’d have to keep bathing there each morning until you figured it out.”

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