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"I know you guys aren't exactly thrilled to be having someone like me hanging around. And I get it. I understand, believe me, I do. But... I believe this city has way bigger problems than a group of edgerunners who stole an already stolen AV from one of the most violent gangs currently around." "We didn't steal anything." "Heh, right, of course, I forgot. Allegedly stole, then. ...Look, I just... All I really want is to keep the people of this city as safe as possible. Call me crazy, call me naive, I probably am. But I'm still gonna try, and that's my main goal. So as long as you guys don't go, like, carpet bombing random buildings, I think we'll work just fine."

Background time! The GM who runs the Cyberpunk RED game in which I play Fiver, my Fixer, also runs another Cyberpunk RED game that takes place at the same time in universe, and soooo seeing as it actually didn't affect my schedule at all, I joined that game as well!

Thus was born (Officer) Washington Winters, a rookie Lawman for the Night City Police. It could be argued that he's way too pretty to be a cop, and he would laugh and wink and agree that he has far more beauty than brains. But behind that pretty face and charming demeanour is a young man who does earnestly want to keep people safe.

Lord knows he never feels safe

Also, he has two kid sisters, and admittedly probably one of the darkest backstories I've ever conceputalised for a character ^-^'

The BIGGEST of thank yous goes to @andengeu for bringing my latest son to life! They seriously perfectly captured Wash's build, look, and gentle demeanour, I love it so much. Go and support the artist!

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"I'm afraid I'm far less inclined towards violence than you seem to be expecting."

So! I started playing a Cyberpunk RED game! And you know what that means, that’s right, I have to show off my latest son character :]

Meet Roswell Wan Fiver! Don’t let that 5′4 frame fool you, he’s the son and heir to one of the more prominent corpo families in Night City one of the most promising up and coming fixers in Night City currently.

Sure, behind that mysterious mask and the monotonous manner of speech is more than likely a lonely little boy young man who is trying too hard, but he knows his stuff. He just wants to be Real to make his mark in the world, just like anyone else in this city.

Who is it behind that mask though...?

A MASSIVE thank you to the talented artist @jimmymmtz for this masterpiece! They really went above and beyond what I had in mind for these two sides of my character, and even when I received the initial line work I was FLOORED by how good it looked. If you can, and if you’re looking for some astounding artwork of your darlings, go support the artist :D

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Prompt: Water

Originally posted under the URL @shsl-whump on July 6th, 2020 for this prompt by @whumpmasinjuly

WARNING: abuse of power, unseen n*dity, verbal ab*se, psychological bullying

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He rapped his knuckles upon the hardwood door. “Milady? Your mother has arrived.”

There was no answer.

“Milady?” He knocked again. “Are you there?”

Once again, he was met with silence, and received no better results when he knocked a third time. Dread settled in, and he hastily opened the door.

“Milady…?!”

Oh god. He ran into the massive bedroom, looking around frantically. There was no sign of the young mistress anywhere. Dread morphed into panic and terror. He ran into the adjoining room, hoping–

He immediately stopped and spun around, nearly slipping on the moist marble floors in his haste.

“…Yes?” the young mistress said, voice deceptively (and inappropriately) calm.

“I– I–” God, he couldn’t speak. He could feel his face burning. What the hell was he supposed to do?

“Are you going mute now?”

He could see her face in his mind’s eye at her words. Her teeth bared in some predatory semblance of a grin, eyes twinkling with delight at her own mocking words. Except this wasn’t just a case of her bullying him in the garden or the hallways or the dining room or wherever, no, this was in her room, and she was–

Finally his wits returned to him and he made a hasty step towards the door. “I-I’m sorry to intrude, I’ll–”

“Stay right there.”

He did. What else could he do? His heart hammered in his chest. His palms were going clammy, and he couldn’t tell if it was due to the light steam in the room or his own mortification. That mortification only grew when he heard the splash of displacing water.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Milady,” he started breathlessly, “I don’t think this–”

“I didn’t ask you to think,” the young mistress said pointedly. “I ask you one more time, what seems to be the problem?”

Oh god, he could hear her stepping out of the bath. “Yo-Your mother, milady,” he said, voice cracking. “She has arrived with her entourage.”

“Hmm.”

The gentle slap of her bare feet and the pattering of dripping water signalled her approach. He quickly shut his eyes.

“And why did you feel the need to barge into my room to tell me that?” she asked from somewhere to his northwest.

“I’m sorry, milady, but you didn’t answer when I knocked, so I thought–”

“Are you saying I’m required to answer when you come knocking?”

“N-No, milady…!”

The young mistress hummed, sounding closer than before. He was certain she could hear his heartbeat now.

“Well I would give you some acknowledgement for actually doing the bare minimum, considering how inept you naturally are,” she said, voice and footsteps approaching still closer. “Except… what kind of guard does his duty with his eyes closed?”

Something touched his face. Two fingers, brushing over his eyelids. He reeled back with a gasp before he could stop himself.

“…Well?” the young mistress demanded.

The lilt of pleasure within her impatient demand was familiar. Not for the first time, he wondered why she seemed to gain such enjoyment from tormenting him. He was hardly the only staff member close to the same age as her, and there were plenty of other staff members with much more timid personalities. Not like he would ever wish this treatment on anyone else…

It was the first time, however, he subsequently wished she were tormenting him in any other way. He would gladly consume a thousand peppers, take all manner of beverages poured over his head, if the alternative was being in his current position.

“I– I can’t… Your modesty, milady, your honour, I musn’t– A-And your father, your mother, they would–”

“Likely have you hanged, whipped, quartered, kicked out, and blacklisted from every potential employer known to man, yes,” the young mistress said briskly.

She was standing right there, right in front of him. The water droplets that had been left by her touch finally fell from his eyelashes and ran down his cheeks like tears.

“Did you catch a glimpse?” Her whispered words came out cruel and mischievous.

He stepped back again, shaking his head frantically. “No! No, milady, of course not, I swear…!”

And he really hadn’t. All he had seen was her head, leaning peacefully against the edge of the tub, the most relaxed and unmarred expression he had ever seen settled on her face. He knew that face was just the same as ever right now, smirking with a tilt of the head as she drank in his discomfort.

“I wish you were better at lying,” she sighed.

Some small modicum of relief fluttered beneath his torment. That meant she believed him.

“Not like that would matter to the rest of the staff, or especially my parents.”

The relief was crushed. “Oh, miss,” he gasped. “Please don’t–”

A hand closed over his forearm, dreadful and foreboding as a manacle. Water soaked through the sleeve of his shirt, his heart just about popped, and he stepped back one more time. He felt his legs hit something, then two hands planted themselves firmly against his chest in a solid push. His eyes opened in alarm, and he caught sight of the young mistress’s predatory grin before he was suddenly engulfed in water.

The young mistress was laughing. Her giggles and shrieks echoed slightly about the room as he flailed and splashed, hands frantically searching for the edges of the bath. He nearly opened his eyes again, but the young mistress’s laughter reminded him why that would be a terrible idea. Finally, his fingers caught around the edge of the tub, only for a hand to grasp his chin and force his head up.

“God, you’re a terrible guard,” the young mistress exclaimed. “You’re better at keeping your eyes closed than that fat, lazy cook.”

He just lay there, in the water, clutching the tub’s edge as though it were some lifeline, huffing as he struggled to get his breathing back under control.

“Oh, but I saw your eyes open for a second.”

“No…!” He tried to shake his head, but her hand prevented it. “No, no, I swear I still didn’t–!”

“God, I do wonder how mother will react…”

Her hand left his face, and he once again found himself flailing as he desperately attempted to leave the tub without the use of his eyes.

“Wait, milady–!”

Something pushed his head back irreverently. He fell back into the water and came back up moments later, spitting and coughing.

“Don’t beg, you’re already pathetic enough right now,” the young mistress said dismissively. The rustle of cloth indicated she had finally put on her bathrobe. “Besides, do you honestly think I would let you go like that?”

Fingers finally grasping onto the edges of the tub again, he quickly and frantically pushed himself up out of the water and tumbled over the edge of the tub and onto the unforgiving marble floor. As he lay there for a moment, gasping, and heard the young mistress approach.

“You’re probably the most entertaining embodiment of uselessness under our employ at the moment.” Her hand met his wet face with a few less than gentle pats. “Probably my favourite.”

The air shifted and her bare feet slapped deliberately against the floor as she walked away. “You are dismissed for now, though I can’t see you getting easily to the door with your eyes closed. So I guess you’ll just have to stay there looking like a wet dog until I take my leave. Tell one of the maids to clean up the mess you made, or better yet, clean it up yourself.”

He very much wanted to just leave. His clothes were heavy with water, and he was starting to feel a chill as the room began to cool. But then, what he wanted was not really ever a factor in this house…

The young mistress could be heard readying herself in the other room. He slowly pushed himself upright and leant his back against the tub. Eyes still shut tight, arms clasped around himself, and knees drawn up, he settled down to wait.

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"You seem awfully interested in the deaths of those two people."

"I mean, yeah, aren't you? Someone killed 'em...!"

"People die everyday. In the cities. In the slums. No one is looking into their deaths."

"Well, we ain't in the city or the slums right now, are we? We're on this boat, and we're all stuck on this boat ‘til we find out who killed the lady and her bodyguard. Once that's done, yeah, we can leave! And then we can head to to the cities, and the slums, and the countryside, and wherever else, and we'll take care of the dead people there too. And the living people, obviously.”

Look who it is, I get to talk about Nova again!

Nova has long since disappeared from the campaign for which he was initially created, but on the flipside has since been reborn into a different campaign with a more focused backstory and an actual combat style/preferred method of combat. And so it only seemed appropriate that Nova’s overall character design be given a bit of a do-over as well lol

Credit for this sublime piece of art goes to @generalxiaolong! She perfectly captured Nova’s essence in this piece from his scrappiness to his bare bones attire to his overall physique, and words cannot express how happy I am with it :D You know the drill, go support the artist, guys, her work is so colourful and really p o p s (for want of a better articulated term)

#so fun fact i drafted this post back when i was still playing my second attempt at playing nova in a campaign #and then the DM ended up canceling that campaign #soooooo now ive been trying to play Nova a third time and this time it actually seems to be sticking! #not to mention i feel like ive finally got a firm grasp on nova's character and also the party is pretty well balanced #both in terms of classes and character personalities which means nova really gets to shine as the over eager puppy with -1 wisdom #it is the most fun ive had playing nova thus far #commissioned art #character art #generalxiaolong #dungeons & dragons #dnd character #fantasy #original character #HardyGal TTRPG characters #HardyGal OC Nova

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Art based on my writing?! I’m so flattered, thank you! The art style is rather cute :D

‘Small Bug’ (the drabble this is based on)

Based on@hardygalwrites drabbles

Supposed to be set in TFP but I used my own design

#I never in my whole life would have expected this what a lovely surprise ^-^ #wrote that particular drabble because I was ill at the time lol #seriously tho these designs are cute #xenahikart #transformers #transformers prime #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #ratchet #tfp ratchet #other people's content #hardygal writes stuff #hardygal writes fanfiction #what do I even tag for the fact that this is something based on something I made...? #transformers fanfiction #fanfiction

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“Doctor… Are you certain this is what you want? I can’t deny there is a childish amount of excitement - which I believe I am still entitled to for one more segment - to be felt at the prospect of becoming a starship captain. But… Well, to be frank, I’m far younger than most would expect a captain to be. And I can’t promise I will make nearly as many profitable judgements as our dearly departed Captain Oshali. Not to mention… are you sure you want a Zenithian noble brat in any sort of position of power? I am deeply, deeply flattered of course, Doctor. I just… I want to be certain that you are offering this to me because you do believe this to be best, and not because, well, we are currently a crew of two with no other options.”

“I would much rather have someone who acknowledges his shortcomings to be in charge, rather than someone who’s sure they’re always smarter than everybody else. You’re also consistent, like Oshali, just consistent in different ways. I could count on her to put profits first, and I can count on you to put people’s lives first. I don’t have to guess with you as captain. You might be a Zenithian noble brat… but, you’re my friend. I haven’t had a real friend in a long time. Yeah, I’m sure. Even if there’s a dozen of us on a ship, I want you as my captain.”

My son is growing up. Not only is his birthday coming up in game - he’s finally gonna actually be eighteen years old, as he’s been claiming for the past couple years of his life - but he has gone from vent goblin for hire and person with barely enough technical expertise to be of any sort of practical use on a ship, to the bloody captain of a ship. So, to commemorate that, I decided to update his look a bit.

Meet Captain Tomorrow von Tahsin. He doesn’t cover his eyes nearly as much as he used to (though there is a lore reason for why he does that at all), and he’s tied the top of his jumpsuit around his waist now, Portal 2 style, showing off them noodle ass arms more clearly.

Also, he’s now wearing a leather bangle around his wrist and, more importantly, a bullet around his neck. That last little accessory is in memory of a former crew member who outright declared that Tomorrow might as well be his little brother. For many, many backstory reasons, that meant and means the absolute universe to Tomorrow. Said crew member ended up leaving for a better paying career, but Tomorrow kept one of the guy’s bullets to remember him by.

Turning eighteen years old is actually going to come with a world of problems for Tomorrow, but hopefully he can survive them. He’s survived the almost utter annihilation of the House Tahsin, he’s survived traipsing about the Third Horizon as a child parading as an adult, and he’s survived all the havoc that his latest crew has been getting into. Surely he can survive adulthood and the responsibilities of being a captain as well :3

This incredibly handsome piece of art was commissioned from @crystalnovaart! She delivered exactly what I was looking for in terms of Tomorrow’s new look, as well the posing and the ✨ v i b e s ✨ Check her out on Instagram under crystalnova_art - she posts a lot of her absolutely stunning artwork there (and look you can see my son there as well) - and absolutely support her if you can, you will not be disappointed :D

#the dialogue 'captioning' this image was a bit of text rp between tomorrow and the one other crew member remaining of the original crew #(after some of the crew left for one reason or another and the original captain went down with an exploding ship) #she (that is the crew member) told tomorrow that she believes he should be the new captain and things took off from there :3 #commissioned art #crystalnovaart #character art #coriolis #coriolis the third horizon #coriolis character #sci fi #space opera #original character #original writing #original fiction #just dialogue #HardyGal TTRPG characters #HardyGal OC Tomorrow von Tahsin #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes original content #other people's content

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If You Give a Fish a Family

A children’s book by Gillion Tidestrider, as read in Just Roll With It: Riptide, Episode 94: Back to Zero

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There once was a fish born on a very special day.

The day was so special, his family gave him away.

He was taken to a palace, but it didn’t feel like home.

Though everyone there said they loved him, he still felt alone.

The big fish of the palace said, “You must become strong.

“We fish don’t like people, because they are always wrong.”

The big fish brought a target and said, “You’ll be family if you hit this.”

So the fish tried every day, but he always seemed to miss.

Then one day, the little fish made a big mistake,

And the big fish of the palace kicked him out of the lake.

The fish was alone on the shore, sad and beached,

When suddenly out of the sky, a fleshie hand reached!

The fish saw two people with no fins or tails

On a big brown floating thing, hollow and with sails.

The fish was wary. “Is this hell? Did I do a big sin?”

The two laughed. “No, we’re pirates! This our crew, and you’re in!”

They saved a lot of people and committed violent crime,

But because they were together, they had a real good time.

They met a dude: Duke D. Dukem of Dooke,

And a plant with kind eyes that gave them a spook.

They made a new friend, a horse from a Puddle.

The little boy rode and then they became “buddles.”

They also met a Goobleck, who mostly said, “Hee hoo!”

He absorbed one hundred people, but then pressed “undo.”

But one day the man said, “I have a confession, fish. I lied.”

The fish felt so betrayed and decided the man would die.

The next day, the woman’s father came and had a really big frown.

He said, “You are a dumb baby loser, and you’ve let this family down.”

The woman said, “You’re right, papa.” And so she shot the fish,

But before the fish died, he said, “Is that really your wish?”

The woman said, “Wait, no! I wanna be friends with you!”

The man chimed in, “I’m sorry for lying. Me too.”

Their crew is back together and finally free.

Then the fish saw another target. If he hit it, he’d be family.

The fish thought of his family, god, and his friends.

He took one big swing, and the fish missed again.

The fish looked sad, packed his things and said, “Well, I guess this is it.”

But the two stopped him and said, “But you’re already family. And family fucks up shit.”

#charlie really enjoys making poetry through his characters #just roll with it #just roll with it riptide #jrwi riptide #grizzlyplays #gillion tidestrider #charlie slimecicle #poetry #HardyGal posts other stuff #HardyGal archives stuff

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“While they may put forward the appearance of an honest crew of explorers, the truth is that the crew of the Al Musafir has no business interacting with civilized society.”

Oh. My. Word. I get to talk more about that Coriolis campaign I mentioned months ago! More specifically, I get to talk about the absolutely amazing player characters that make up the crew with whom I am playing with :’D

The crew of the Al Musafir, listed from left to right -

Dessi (former crew member) - A Data Spider -> Analyst who used to be the crew’s data djinn expert. The man definitely had a real wild card streak to him, and strong convictions to match, taking wild risks and somehow always making some kind of bank off of it most of the time. The man also had a past to run from, and unfortunately, could not remain with the crew (and the player had to leave for IRL stuff).

“Doctor” Caspara Aphra - A Scientist -> Archaeologist who ended up being a real jack of all trades. She’s the crew’s medic, pilot, scientist, and current data djinn expert. Considering the real shit hand that life has dealt her since birth, it is little wonder she tends to be on the harder, crueler side. But there are flashes of something softer in there, someone who is maybe, possibly willing to believe that there is some good to be found in the Third Horizon. Just... don’t expect that part to override her scientific curiosity, nor her need for birr.

Captain Oshali (deceased) - The crew’s former captain and an Artist -> Courtesan who had a real sharp eye for both business and pleasure. Incomparably beautiful, artfully seductive, and pragmatic to an almost ruthless degree, one could almost always depend on Captain Oshali to put birr and profits above most else. Morality? Not worth much in the Third Horizon, though it can secure you a better reputation or the occasional ally, which can sometimes be worth the few thousand lost birr. Oshali held on to the teachings of The Merchant to the very end, when she chose to go down with a doomed ship. She died playing the lute, keeping the ship’s AI company, before the ship’s reactor core finally exploded (and the player decided it was a good time to retire the character).

Tomorrow von Tahsin - My character! A young Fugitive -> Mystic, born to high nobility and now a vent crawler for hire. Seventeen years old and disinclined towards violence, it is a true wonder the Third Horizon hasn’t yet chewed this boy up and spat him out. Perhaps his mystic powers have assisted him in steering clear of those who would look to exploit him, or perhaps fate is simply holding his life hostage, waiting until he comes of age before snuffing him out, just like the rest of the noble House Tahsin. Tomorrow personally leans towards the latter - there is recompense to be paid for the sins of his family, and once he becomes an adult, he is no exception to that. Unfortunately for those waiting for Tomorrow’s eighteenth birthday, however, he has recently made a promise to Faridah, his big brother figure on the crew, and Sarai, his little sister and the one other remaining member of the House Tahsin, that he won’t simply roll over and die quietly when the time comes.

Faridah (former crew member) - A Soldier -> Legionnaire whose propensity for violence was matched only by his protectiveness of Tomorrow. Being on the young side, he is perhaps not what some would expect from a Legionnaire at a glance. But make no mistake, with a veteran’s experience under his belt, and with parents and a few older siblings to support and protect from loan sharks, Faridah is an absolute force to be reckoned with. If not for his big brother, little brother relationship with the pacifistic Tomorrow, Faridah probably would have pursued violence indefinitely. As it is, after one last job, Faridah eventually got an extremely lucrative, stable, and relatively safe career as a bodyguard to a noble, leading him amicably to part ways with the crew (and the player had to leave due to school and other IRL stuff).

Credit for this absolutely gorgeous art piece goes to @zhellers, who managed to capture exactly what I wanted with just a handful of visual references and descriptions! I don’t believe they are currently taking any commissions, but you should still go support them by checking out their work!

#i actually got the inspiration to get this commissioned after binging firefly with my sister :3 #im really happy to finally share this #even though more than half of these characters are gone and even the ship has been replaced :} #but hey i get to show off more of tomorrow he is my son and i dont want him to die even if he believes he deserves it #commissioned art #zhellers #character art #coriolis #coriolis the third horizon #sci fi #space opera #coriolis character #original character #Other people's OCs #HardyGal OC Tomorrow von Tahsin #HardyGal TTRPG characters

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I actually do not recognise this character 😅

So here is the list of characters I did actually recognise/know, picked out of the top 20

Pam Beesley (The Office): 88% - Character 6 out of 2000

Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice): 88% - Character 7 out of 2000

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games): 88% - Character 11 out of 2000

Meg March (Little Women): 88% - Character 12 out of 2000 i sure hope this gif is of meg look i only ever watched the winona ryder movie

Eliza Hamilton (Hamilton): 88% - Character 13 out of 2000

Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings): 87% - Character 15 out of 2000

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 86% - Character 20 out of 2000

According to my sister, these all track, so there’s my personal confirmation lol Anyway, @the-lupine-sojourner, I think you would like this!

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

#personality quiz #about hardygal #hardygal rambles #shoot me im sure I have other tags for this kinda stuff but I can’t remember what they are #I’ll figure it out when I get back home

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delightfully useless

Inspired by playing around with this picrew and originally posted under the URL @shsl-whump on October 23rd, 2019

WARNING: implied captivity, emotional bullying, manipulation, gaslighting, lots of tactile contact

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“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“Do you want me to answer correctly or honestly?”

She laughed, turning away from the monitors and towards the person whose hair she had been stroking for the past ten minutes. “Oh, you think you’re so clever...!”

He didn’t budge from his kneeling position beside her chair, but she did note a crease in his brow as she traced the back of her hand from his hair, down his cheek.

“Poor, hapless little pet...”

She continued down his jawline, feeling the skin prickle beneath her touch, until she reached his chin. Gently, she grasped his chin in one hand and tilted his face upward.

“Look at you,” she cooed.

The monitors cast a blue and white glow on his face. The hair pins ensuring his features remain unobscured by those unruly bangs, though bright and colourful, stood out only slightly in the lackluster brown locks. The shadows under his eyes, though noticeable, did nothing to remove from the otherwise undistinguished features. Those eyes, though still barely holding that glint she really should be making more of an effort to remove, still bore the same dull brown hue as his hair. Truly he was...

“So plain, so unremarkable in every conceivable way.” She smiled, giving his cheeks a squeeze. “It’s actually adorable.”

He let her (of course he did), muted eyes focused in her general direction, but not actually looking at her. Another one of those things he thought was so very clever.

“You have no power, you have no talent, you would almost be nothing if that wouldn’t actually make you more interesting.” She turned her chair so as to be facing him more directly, and tilted his back just a little bit more. “Why would they have kept you around at all?”

His lips twitched, and the black collar encircling his throat shifted, betraying his insubstantial impassivity. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

There he went again. Smile widening, she reached out with her free hand.

He flinched. But she only rested her hand on the side of his head and began to pet, slowly, calmly, careful not to disturb the clips in his hair.

“You’re so effectively useless,” she said fondly. “Just an unremarkable little lapdog. And yet I can’t bring myself to get rid of you.”

His hair was so soft. It was a joy to brush her fingers through, to play with, to enjoy the hard work that came from fighting him into submission so she could wash it to perfection. He really was like a puppy.

“That must be why they kept you around…!” Her voice came out high and animated. “They all probably just wanted a pet, same as me…! A delightful, useless little thing they could use to amuse themselves.”

“That’s not–“

She drew back her hand from his hair and looked down at him with a raised brow. He looked away, eyes drifting in some aimless direction as the collar bobbed against his throat.

“That’s not true,” he said quietly, voice a pathetic reflection of the impassivity he had been speaking with before.

“Oh?” She reached out again, this time to trace down from his temple. “Do you mean to tell me you were actually someone of worth to these people? That all you did for them was vital to their function as a group? That if you disappeared, it would be a chore for them to find someone to replace you?”

Her finger stopped at where her hand still cupped his face. His eyes met hers, and he opened his mouth. He closed his mouth. He opened his mouth again, something cracked and desperate emerging as a half-formed word before she placed her finger over his lips.

“See?” she said with a smile.

“You don’t have to be important to be useful,” he whispered, eyes wide, words coming out slightly distorted by the finger pressed over his mouth.

“Maybe, but what could you have possibly been doing that couldn’t have been done by any other person there?” She tilted her head to the side. “Even the other humans among them had something to set them apart, as much as it annoys me to admit it. What did you have?”

Slowly, realization began to devour the denial in his eyes. She dropped her finger away from his lips, leaving them parted as though on a corpse that had just given its last breath.

“Even then you were just a plaything,” she said. “A puppy dog trained to think its tricks were worth anything more than just a moment of amusement for its masters.”

That ever present glint in his eyes flickered, and he dropped his gaze.

“Ohh, don’t look so down.” Crooning comfortingly, she resumed her gentle pets. “Vice versa to what you said before, you don’t have to be useful to be important. You do make a most excellent pet. I couldn’t let anything happen to you, not when you’re such a delight to play with.”

She felt his jaw tighten beneath her hand. His brow furrowed, and his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“Maybe I am useless...” The words came out low and dull, not impassive, but resigned. Then, he turned his gaze back upward. “But I was still their friend.”

The declaration had her smiling. “Friend, hm?”

She brushed her hand down through his hair to his cheek. She moved her hand from his chin to his other cheek. She clasped his face in both hands and leaned forward.

“Then why are you here?”

His eyes widened a fraction, a choked sound escaping through clenched teeth.

She laughed, nuzzling her nose against his, rubbing and smushing his cheeks happily. “Aww, you poor, hapless little thing…! Who’s the most adorable pathetic pet in the world? Is it you? Yes it is, yes it is…!”

Actually giggling, she drew her head back to beam down at the face she had smushed between her hands. Lackluster brown eyes, framed by expressionless features, looked back up in her direction without actually looking at her.

Her beaming grin softened into an understanding smile. “You’ve been so snippy lately,” she cooed, rubbing a gentle thumb over one of his cheeks. “Do you need to destress, my pet? I’m more than happy to let you stay outside for a few hours.”

His skin prickled beneath her fingertips as his eyes suddenly focused on her. “No, no, I’m good,” he said.

His collar bobbed against his throat.

“You sure?” she pressed. “You’ve been so stand-offish. Maybe I’ll let you outside anyway, just to be–”

“No…!” He grabbed her wrists, instantly halting her as she began to pull away. “I– You don’t have to do that…!” he gasped. “I’m all right, really!”

She looked down at him impassively, regarding his wide eyes, his quick breaths, his desperate demeanor.

“Well, if you’re sure.” She pressed her hands back against his cheeks, and he relaxed, dropping the pathetic grip on her wrists.

“You know,” she murmured, moving one hand up to smooth the hair on the top of his head, “you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“What?”

She turned her gaze towards the wall of monitors displaying the fruits and efforts of her labour. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Her gaze fell back on the small, inconsequential boy kneeling in front of her.

Realization had his lips parting slightly, and he turned his eyes away. “Yes… Ma’am… It is.”

Quiet, obedient, defeated. Perfect.

Could be better, certainly - that annoying glint was still present, if a little subdued, and he hadn’t properly devolved to using the proper title yet, but she still smiled and squeezed his cheeks fondly.

“Ohh, my sweet little pet…!” She pressed a kiss against his forehead. “You always know what to say.”

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #captivity #angst #whump #picrew #urban fantasy #modern fantasy #hurt no comfort #original character #original writing #original fiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes original content

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 8th of August, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 52 (Misc.) – END

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

Note: This drabble was partially inspired by the video Transformers Prime AMV: On Top of the World by RintinDestiny. The AMV is over eight years old, and if you are a Transformers Prime fan, it is very likely you have already seen it. But on the off chance you haven’t, you should totally check it out - even after all these years, it never fails to make me giddy and encapsulate a lot about what I love about this show and even this franchise.

—

On Top of the World

"We made it." Bumblebee laughed - a short but genuine laugh. "Primus. How 'bout that?"

Smokescreen also laughed as he slowly sat himself down. "Now that... That was epic."

Knock Out joined Smokescreen with a small scoff. "I admit... I do feel a bond of trust has been built following this adventure. And slaggit if I hope to never re-live it."

"I'm kinda with you on that one," Bumblebee chuckled, sitting down alongside him.

"Yeah, I think we all could do with some rest," Smokescreen agreed.

The three bots hummed in agreement and watched as the sun set on their reborn planet.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #there it is the very last drabble i wrote for this challenge #i have FINALLY finished archiving this ol' fanfic :3 #now i can finally go into 2023 posting things besides old transformers content #im still glad i did this though it was very nostalgic and i still really am proud of this entire challenge after all this time #anyway back to posting other content with month long gaps :] #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp knock out #knock out #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #transformers prime #transformers #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 7th of August, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 51 (Misc.) – Drabble 365 →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

It's a Start

When Bluestreak and Smokescreen met up with him, Prowl was visibly surprised. Nonetheless, he stood as straight as ever and addressed his former charge formally. "Smokescreen."

"Prowl," Smokescreen responded in kind, while also extending his servo.

Prowl accepted it, and the two shook servos. "Hi."

"Hey."

An uncomfortable length of silence followed, before Prowl suddenly spoke. "You've changed."

"You haven't," Smokescreen said, allowing himself a chuckle (mostly out of relief).

Bluestreak stood between the two and clapped both of them on the shoulder. "Okay, good start! Cold and unbelievably awkward, but still! Seriously though, you guys can stop shaking servos."

We're Gettin' There

Ratchet may have been a medic, but he wasn't a psychologist. Unfortunate, since Bumblebee needed a psychologist more than a medic at this point, but Ratchet did what he could with what little he knew.

Predictably, it wasn't easy. Bumblebee had adopted a largely sullen, isolated personality, prone to anger and mood swings. But he was getting better, slowly but surely. Anytime Bumblebee interacted socially with the other Autobots, admitted the source of his anger and frustration, or talked even a little about the events at Tyger Pax, Ratchet counted that as a step forward.

Slow, to be sure, but every step counted.

We Have Very Different Definitions of 'Autobot'

No response. Again. Primus, Smokescreen may have hated his 'team', but he could usually count on them to answer a slagging comm.!

"Aren't you the one who made up that 'alternate reality' theory?" his prisoner spoke up. Again. "I don't think your bizzaro team is gonna hear your comm. across realities, pal."

Smokescreen turned and punched the cuffed bot. "Primus, don't you ever stop talking?"

His copy recovered from the punch and actually laughed a little. "Well, until my team shows up, I don't have anything else t' do."

Smokescreen held back his own laugh. "Why the slag would they come for you?"

It's Not Dauntless, it's Just Stupid

"Impressive shot."

Breakdown chuckled, shouldering the plasma rifle he'd just fired. "Well, if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't've been able to make that shot. Hey, d'you mind goin' and gettin' a closer look at my target?"

Knock Out stared at him. "Now?"

"What, y' scared?" the larger bot teased.

"It doesn't matter if I'm scared, what matters is that it's pointless and stupid to walk across a live firing range just to look at your target," Knock Out retorted sharply. "If this is what you warrior types count as fearlessness, it's no wonder you end up in medbays so often!"

Look at Yourself Lately?

Managing to control his berserker instincts enough to not tear apart the bot beneath his knee, Bumblebee snarled, *Who the slag are you?*

The bot, who looked almost exactly like him, let out a series of beeps and whirrs in response. *Who the slag are you?*

Bumblebee grabbed the bot's throat. *Answer me before I crush your obnoxious excuse for a voicebox. I bet you don't want that, cause by the sound of it, it wouldn't be the first time.*

The bot's optics narrowed sharply, and he threw a sloppy punch. When it was deflected, he glared at Bumblebee. *Look who's not talking.*

We Were Brilliant

Smokescreen allowed himself a relieved laugh as he sat up. "Hey, we made it."

"We made it," Prowl agreed, pushing himself up. He laughed.

Smokescreen's brow furrowed. "Huh. I just realized I've never heard you laugh before."

"I'm not a laugher."

"That's for sure." Smokescreen turned towards the place they'd just left. "Y'know, I think we did good."

Prowl nodded. "Given the situation we were in and the resources that were at our disposal... I think I'd agree."

Prowl's words effectively surprised Smokescreen, but Prowl was already on his pedes before the younger bot could respond. Nonetheless, Smokescreen smiled widely, and followed suit.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #only one more archival post and then i can go back to very rarely posting original content lol #'we have very different definitions' and 'look at yourself' are both shattered glass drabbles cause i didnt wanna leave smokey and bee out #'its not dauntless' i recall was written in response to my annoyance and frustration at a scene from the divergent series lol #i am pretty proud of 'its a start' if for no other reason than i like the loaded exchange of 'youve changed' 'you havent' #also it was hilarious to write something so awkward #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp knock out #knock out #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #transformers #transformers prime #transformers shattered glass #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 31st of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 50 (Misc.) – Week 52 (Misc.) ���

you would not believe how little these two actually show up on screen at the same time . . .

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

But You're Not

It frustrated Ratchet when bots came to him saying Bumblebee wasn't acting like himself. Did they really expect him to just bounce back after what had happened to him? No bot could just bounce back from something like that! Some bots just hid their trauma better than others, and Bumblebee, for all his field experience, had never been through something that required him to learn that skill.

'Until now,' Ratchet thought sadly.

He may have been born into this war, but Bumblebee was still a youngling.

'Well... not anymore.'

Ratchet watched as Bumblebee angrily pushed a concerned comrade aside. *I said I'm fine!*

Few is Better than None

Bumblebee nudged his teammate. "C'mon, Smokescreen, what's wrong?"

Smokescreen sighed. "I don't wanna sound childish or anything, but honestly, I'm kinda jealous of you guys. Everyone who's come home so far either knows or recognizes at least one of you as friends, or even heroes. And I know, I know - reputation, being known, that's not important - but still! That's something I've wanted for as long as I can remember, and I can't help but feel... kinda disappointed I wasn't able to get there."

"...Well... At least  we  know you. And personally, I'm glad we do. That's gotta count for something."

"Heh. Thanks, 'Bee."

War Stops For No Age

Bumblebee was a fine soldier. Inexperienced, a little overenthusiastic, and sometimes even naïve, but he still had the makings of a warrior. That didn't stop his comrades from teasing him and treating him like the little brother he was (much to Bumblebee's vocal indigence). Because though Bumblebee's comrades certainly respected him as a fellow Autobot and soldier, they were also aware that Bumblebee was still a kid. It was all they could do to ensure he kept that youthful enthusiasm for as long as possible.

Because in the end, war doesn't care who you are. If they didn't care, no else would.

Who is to Say What is Dark?

"You are not me," the other bot drawled. "I wouldn't be caught dead with my finish in that state."

Knock Out scoffed. The bot looked just like him, barring the paint color, state of the finish, and general demeanor. Honestly, did this bot get any medical work done with the amount of time clearly dedicated to that spectacularly pristine, red finish?

"Perhaps you're a clone," the other bot mused, again with that unnecessary drawl. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I do a little... examination?" He brought out a buzzsaw.

Knock Out sighed. Figures his counterpart in this world would be a maniac.

You Just Made a Big Mistake

The 'Cons outnumbered him significantly, he wasn't exactly in peak physical condition, and he had absolutely no one to back him up. Bumblebee wasn't discouraged, though. No, he was angry.

It wasn't often Bumblebee got angry. Frustrated and annoyed maybe, but not angry. But these 'Cons seemed determined to get a rise out of the young leader. And considering what they’d done, Bumblebee acknowledged that they had succeeded.

"I don't know what you want," Bumblebee said, vocals dangerously low. "I don't know if this is part of some overcomplicated scheme, or what. And right now, I don't care. Give me back my team."

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #i swear i did not want to phone in the screenshot banner for this post but oh my word tunnel vision is one of the only episodes #in which bee and KO share a decent amount of time on screen and they are fighting throughout most of it #meaning that the screenshots only really came out as blurry or pixelly messes so yeah youre gonna have to take the edited banner sorry :[ #anyway with all of that said... 'who is to say what is dark' is a shattered glass drabble written from the pov of sg!knock out and i love it #and hey in regards to 'you just made a big mistake' i just like it when bee gets pissed off its pretty interesting #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp knock out #knock out #transformers #transformers prime #transformers shattered glass #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 24th of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 49 (Misc.) – Week 51 (Misc.) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

Mistakes Were Made

When news of the vampiric infection carrier's identity reached Arcee, she predictably didn't take it very well, and Knock Out was finding it surprisingly hard to remain cool when faced with a furious femme almost half his size.

"Look," he said quickly. "Some mistakes were made-"

"Some mistakes were made?" Arcee snapped. "You took her already predatory, energon-thirsty nature and ramped it to eleven! That's not a 'mistake', Knock Out!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I can honestly say I regret what I did."

"That’s not much coming from a bot being made to hunt his own monster."

You a Gamblin' Bot?

The club owner pulled on his cy-gar, looking Smokescreen over. "You a gambler, kid?"

"No. Not unless I can at least hope to win."

"Smart bot," the owner chuckled. "I gotta say, I wouldn't have guessed. 'Smokescreen.' Doesn't that sound like a gambling name to you?"

"I'm guessing you have a point here."

"How about we go a quick round, yeah? Just you and me. You win, I tell you whatever you want to know. I win, and I get to take something from you."

"Like what?" Smokescreen asked warily.

"That's for me to decide and you not to worry about."

Fallacy

Everyone watched, horrified, as the bots within the quarantine chamber were torn apart.

"Can't you do something?" squeaked a more skittish squad member.

"Why the slag are you asking me?" Knock Out snapped.

"You're a doctor!"

"And your point is?"

The squad commander lunged at Knock Out, pushing him against the wall. "It's the reason we brought you here, ya slagger, that's the point!"

"Forget it, sir," another 'Con snarled. "This slagger doesn't care about anything."

Knock Out laughed scathingly. "Now that is a fallacy. If I didn't care about anything, I wouldn't be participating in this slagging war now, would I?"

Born in War

The rebuilding of Kaon wasn't even halfway done, but already the city felt… kinda normal. Or at least what Bumblebee assumed was normal. The streets were alive with activity. The buildings that had been successfully rebuilt were beginning to light up as more and more bots returned to Cybertron. It was actually starting to get rather loud, but not with the sound of gunfire. It was, in a strange way, peaceful.

"Is this what Cybertron was like before the war?" Bumblebee asked, looking out over what he saw as a bustling city.

Bulkhead couldn't help but chuckle. "Not really. But we're gettin' close."

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #maaaaan i kinda forgot just how fond i am of this handful of drabbles #i actually really do want to write a full on fic speculating on what would happen if everyone found out about airachnid post-tfp #and of course i had to make a bit of a tongue in cheek reference to g1 smokey with the whole gambling thing #'fallacy' is interesting to me as well i dont 100% know what belief knock out would be fighting for #especially seeing as he is very clearly an opportunist but still it was interesting to think about #and then 'born in war' probably my favourite of this selected batch #tfp knock out #knock out #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #transformers prime #transformers #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 17th of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 48 (BB) – Week 50 (Misc.) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

I Stand by My Actions

Prowl and that other bot were shouting at each other now.

Tensions had already been high when the other bot accused Prowl of going against orders. The accusation surprised Smokescreen, and the sparkling was prepared to defend his guardian, but it was then Prowl had Smokescreen leave the room. Once outside, however, the sparkling pressed his audial receptor against the door and continued listening in.

Smokescreen heard Prowl slam a servo on his desk. "If you must punish me, then fine! I would do no less! But I believe that what I did was right, and I continue to stand by my actions."

Careful Who You Mess With

As Knock Out examined the patient, the latter made it clear exactly how he felt about Knock Out's position as a medic.

Eventually, the patient shoved Knock Out away, snapping, "D'you even know what you're doing, nurse?"

Before Knock Out could snarl a retort, his mentor stepped in. "Of course he does. Looks like this requires a longitudinal incision. Bring out the buzzsaws, kid."

The patient instantly backed down.

"Yeah, just remember, pal," Knock Out's mentor warned. "Your life's in our servos, and with an attitude like that, your spark's in as much danger in the medbay as it is on the battlefield."

Because Optimism Drives 'em Crazy

"Woah!" Bumblebee exclaimed. The sparkling stared up at his guardian with awe-filled optics. "That's gotta be your coolest story yet, 'Hide!"

"You may have 'Bee impressed," Sideswipe scoffed. "But I've heard too many of your stories, 'Hide. And seriously, you're way too happy for a bot who nearly lost his entire lower body."

Ironhide chuckled, downing another shot of high-grade. "Kid, there's a lotta things other bots can take from me - my home, my freedom, my slaggin' body parts... But my ability to get back up and keep on truckin' with a smile that'd drive Megatron mad? Heh, that ain't one of 'em."

But I CAN Outrun You

Despite Smokescreen's serpentine driving pattern, a plasma bolt hit him in the side, sending him flying. Smokescreen transformed and landed on his back with a crash. Before he could get up, a large servo clamped down on his chestplates and pulled him up until he was face to face with a living Decepticon sigil.

"Okay..." Smokescreen grunted as his chestplates bent under the pressure. "Maybe not my best escape. How's about we call that the warm-up round?"

Tarn laughed. "You're funny, Autobot. I might even consider a quick death if you answer our next question - where can we find Doctor Knock Out?"

The Only Way He Knows How

"I thought the end of the War also signaled the end of potentially being blown up," Knock Out grumbled as he welded the hole in his colleague's side.

Red Alert laughed shortly, then winced. "I thought you'd be happy, seeing as you were nearly rid of me."

"Happy?" Knock Out exclaimed with mock offense. "I've only just begun to tolerate you and learn your habits and integrate you into my routine. If a mine  were  to succeed in blowing you up, your absence would be felt, and I would find it incredibly inconvenient."

Red Alert raised an optic ridge and smiled a little.

No Time To Panic

Sideswipe's optics widened. "Oh. Oh, scrap. Oh, slag. That's a lot of energon."

Bumblebee quickly re-covered the wound in his abdomen, gasping. "Yeah."

"Wh- What can I do?"

"Call for backup," Bumblebee snapped.

Sideswipe jumped to it, sending a comm. message to Strongarm and Grimlock. Bumblebee instantly regretted his snapping at Sideswipe - it was clear the younger bot wasn't used to seeing this much spilt energon. But pain did tend to dull Bumblebee's patience. Actually, a lot of things were starting to dull right now...

Bumblebee groaned as his internal warning system drew attention to his rapidly depleting energon levels. "Not good..."

What Goes Around

The trip back to Cybertron was uneventful, if rather lonely. When he arrived, Smokescreen considered maybe getting in touch with the rest of the old team - it had been nice seeing Bumblebee again, and Smokescreen honestly missed (most of) them.

The ship powered down, and Smokescreen stepped out.

He found himself surrounded by a crowd of bots, each of them with their weapons drawn and aimed at him. One of them ordered him to surrender in the name of the Cybertronian Council.

"Oh, scrap..."

He should've expected this. It was too late now, though. Sighing, Smokescreen raised his servos in surrender.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #okay look this is where i started writing drabbles focusing on all three of them within a single week instead of alternating every 4 weeks #with that in mind im only gonna tag the three main bois ^-^' #anyway this is the first and only week of drabbles in which i can genuinely say i still love every single drabble...! #fun fact: the first three drabbles here were deliberately written to focus a tad bit more on their respective guardians/mentors #the last drabble here was the last in a series of drabbles i wrote throughout the challenge ending the saga in a bit of a cliffhanger lol #i have considered turning said series of drabbles into a properly written fanfiction #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #knock out #tfp knock out #transformers #transformers prime #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 10th of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 47 (BB) – Week 49 (Misc.) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

Take It From Me

"Another partner gone?"

Bumblebee rolled his optics as the mockingly shocked question was accompanied by the swaggering entrance of Wasp.

Not looking up from his datapad, he asked, "What do you want, Wasp?"

"Just to give you some much needed advice," Wasp said easily, leaning on the desk.

"I don't want your advice."

Wasp shook his helm, crossing his arms. "'Bee, do yourself a favor and lower your expectations. I mean, seeing as that's what the rest of the force does when it comes to your quality of work-"

Bumblebee lowered the datapad sharply. "Don't you have work to do?"

Impromptu Driving Lessons

Denny had decided Russell should learn the basics of driving within the relative safety of the scrapyard, with Bumblebee acting as the vehicle for the lesson. Denny reasoned that if Russell happened to make any crash inducing mistakes, Bumblebee would be able to prevent that from happening.

"That doesn't mean you'll be taking over all the time, right?" Russell asked.

"Of course not," Bumblebee replied. "I'm just here as a failsafe."

"Sweet!" Russell gripped the steering wheel. "Let's do this!"

As Denny climbed into the passenger seat, Bumblebee held in a sigh. Regret was just one fender bender away, he knew it.

Never Say Die

The screams echoing throughout the prison weren't helping Bumblebee's nervousness. Trying to distract himself, he turned to the small window of the cell. He grabbed the bars and pulled himself up, peering outside.

"Still think someone's coming for us?" grumbled one of his fellow prisoners.

"I know someone's coming for us," Bumblebee replied forcefully.

"Kid... Stop before you're disappointed."

"I'm not giving up, and neither should you."

Then, an electric current coursed through Bumblebee's body, and the young Autobot fell to the ground. Through unfocused optics, he could see their Decepticon captors standing over him.

"Still not gonna give up, kid?"

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #yayyyy my third and final ever drabble featuring wasp seriously i wish i had written more drabbles with this guy he was fun to conceptualise #i have a lot of fondness for 'impromptu driving lessons' as well #i just think its a cute idea and i could very much see it happening within the canon of the show #anyway only a few more posts before i can go back to posting stuff besides my old transformers content lol #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #rid2015 bumblebee #tf wasp #tfa wasp #denny clay #russell clay #transformers #robots in disguise 2015 #transformers prime #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 3rd of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 46 (BB) – Week 48 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

—

The Return of MECH

The sound of radio chatter crackled through the woods. Bumblebee froze, before hiding as much as he could among the trees. More chatter sounded not too far away, and Bumblebee took a peek.

He had to hold back a gasp.

His perp was there, unconscious and surrounded by a group of heavily armed, disturbingly familiar humans. The dark uniforms, the advanced weaponry, the military training...

'Scrap, scrap, scrap...!' Bumblebee pulled back as quickly and quietly as he could. 'What're they doing here? I thought they were gone after Silas disappeared!'

He tapped his comm., hissing, "Team, back to base. Now."

Claustrophobia

"You're not claustrophobic, are you?"

What Bumblebee wouldn't give to shake his helm in response. He settled for an annoyed sigh. "No, not yet, anyway."

He tried transforming into bipedal mode again, failed miserably, and groaned. "Primus, and I thought the inverse problem sucked, but this is even worse! What is it about my T-Cog that has everyone going after it?"

"Maybe you're just special," Smokescreen suggested.

Despite being cramped and irritated, Bumblebee couldn't help but chuckle at that. He really appreciated Smokescreen's company and awkward attempts at tactful levity.

"Didn't know being special came with so much grief," Bumblebee said drily.

Partner After Partner

Depth Charge groaned, pinching the area between his optics. "Slaggit. 'Bee, I'm beginning to think you're cursed."

"I just haven't found the right partner, sir."

"Really? What the slag was wrong with this one?"

"He's a hazard," Bumblebee exclaimed. "Even in the most low-risk situations! You can't tell me that's not a problem."

"And what was Twister's problem?"

"She's never sober." Bumblebee shook his helm. "Seriously, we need to get her help."

"Well, what about Shakedown?" Depth Charge snapped. "You can't tell me he wasn't a good cop!"

"Sure he was! And he wasn't gonna be going anywhere with me as his partner."

This is Why I Don't Have Partners

"You have nothing to do," his partner exclaimed confidently. "So what's the harm in living a little?"

"I said I'm not gambling, Taper," Bumblebee said exasperatedly. "Why are you trying so hard to get me to hang out with you? Until now, you've been just fine with- Oh, no..."

"What?"

Bumblebee groaned, refusing to look at his partner. "Taper, please tell me this isn't some ploy to get me to watch your back because your gambling problem has finally got you in trouble."

Taper hesitated briefly before laughing. "What? Why the slag would you think that?"

"Oh, sweet carrier of Primus..."

Yeah, That was a Bad Time

The 'Con had gone straight for the throat and squeezed, possibly looking to pop his helm off. Bumblebee didn't know, but when his throat began to dent under the pressure and his voice box began to crackle, it was as though a switch had been flipped.

Strongarm later reported the arrest to be quick, though painful for everyone involved. Bumblebee had no way of judging for himself. He hadn't been mentally present for most of it. His team had eventually snapped him out of his panic, and it was clear they were concerned and looking for an explanation.

Bumblebee didn't give them one.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #i did not write enough drabbles about bee's time as cop on cybertron but what few i did write i really enjoyed #fyi the twister and shakedown mentioned in 'partner after partner' and taper in 'this is why i dont have partners' are all made up character #i can barely for the life of me discern why i decided depth charge was bumblebee's boss??? #all i can guess is that he might be based on his tfa incarnation? i kinda doubt i based him on his beast wars version #anyway with all this said 'yeah that was a bad time' is probably my all time favourite drabble i wrote for bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #rid2015 bumblebee #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #i dont wanna tag depth charge... i still have no idea which version he is based on ^-^' #transformers #transformers prime #robots in disguise 2015 #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal makes videos