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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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Transformers Prime/TFP Decepticons as Sparklings💕

A/N: I've thought about this idea for a while after the Autobot headcanons of this, and now I decided to write it. And some of them can be short, GIFs do not belong to me, credits go to the original creators, (some of them were from google) lastly, they may seem OOC😭🤧

Link to Autobot Version if you're interested;

Warnings: Light injuries, Mention Bullying but nothing too far, I guess a bit of angst?, and, Fluff.

Megatron; Now be ready to handle him, because he's going to be one of the hardest sparklings to take care of. Megatron's a big meanie to other sparklings, he'll consider bullying them if they get in his way. So make sure that whenever he's near someone else, be with him if you don't want chaos to happen. Don't even get him a babysitter, you're the only one he trusts when it comes to taking care of him since you are his original guardian. Though to improve his mood, give him lots of love and affection despite how he doesn't like cuddles. It's better to initiate physical contact when he's not angry unless you want your hand to have bite marks.

Starscream; He's kind of a brat. Starscream can be disobedient and rude especially when he screams or throw tantrums. Primus, just like Megatron needs to be watched at times, mostly when he's with other sparklings. He'll pick on them and maybe steal their stuff away. You can teach him a lesson of Discipline when he gets too ignorant. It takes a long for him to learn things, mainly if he chooses not to listen to you. But he does love getting praise and affection from you, it makes him feel happy, even if he's a bit cocky about it. You can tell that he wants your attention alone at times because he gets jealous of you spending time with someone else other than him, he'll even glare or scream at them.

Soundwave; A very quiet sparkling that it's kind off hard to tell how he feels or what he wants. He's not one to show his feelings so truly. Like you don't know if he feels happy, sad, or, angry. But you can understand him just by seeing how he acts. Especially when you both are in public places with other sparklings. He'll cling to you or by your side. Because he doesn't want to chat or play with them, he'd rather let himself be alone. Well, except for you of course. Even if he won't express his emotions freely, he loves that you give him affection and love. He gets very joyful that a smiley face or a heart sign appears on his visor. <3 Soundwave returns your affections by using his small noodle arms to hug you in return, making you giggle as you both snuggle together.

Shockwave; He's a very observant sparkling to say. No matter how small things can be he'd still be interested in them. So it doesn't take much for him to be bored, just by seeing how easily interested he can be in small things. Just be careful though, he may get curious about things that he shouldn't know. I see him also wanting to meet other sparklings, the only problem is that he can't walk properly at it may take some time for bots like him to only have one optic. His antenna twitches if he's happy or excited about something, it looks so adorable <3. Shockwave does not give affection or hugs to you, but he does like receiving them from you. If he's happy while you snuggle him, you can again see his antenna twitching once more.

Breakdown; A sparkling who can be so Prideful of himself. He's someone who'd be very competitive with other sparklings. He may act strong and tough, but he can be a total sweetspark. Only with you, he'll act sweet. He reminds you how much he loves you by showing affection and love or giving some gifts to you while having a bold smile on his faceplates. "Sire/Carrier, Here's a gift for you!" He'd say happily. Breakdown is the type to mostly rudely treat others if they ever show disrespectfulness to you, he feels like he needs to protect you. I see him being giddy if you ever inflict affection on him. Seeing you happy already makes Breakdown more than happy, because he loves you.

Knockout; Please, he's the type of sparkling to freak out if he ever sees a spider or bug. He'll run to you crying or babbling, saying that he's scared of it, and wants it to be gone. Knockout's also afraid of the dark, he'll cling to you while crying so loudly. You can calm him down by singing him a lullaby or something. He can fall into recharge if you do, but hey, at least he's not crying anymore. Knockout is the type to act like a fashion model, while he poses as he looks at himself in a mirror. It's really cute when he's calm as he can be. He's playful and active. He gets nervous when he sees strangers, he'll hide behind you or just hug you. You're one of the people he deeply trusts. He gets very cheery when you give him attention or you praise him.

Skyquake and Dreadwing;

These two are inseparable. Despite how they are twins, they have different personalities. Dreadwing is mostly who is more obedient and attentive. While Skyquake is reckless and at times he can be irresponsible. But Skyquake looks up to his brother, so luckily he follows his actions. Make sure to give both sparklings the same treatment of affection and love. Because if one receives more attention, they'll get jealous and will start a fight with each other. The two twins love to spend time with you. They both feel contented if you give them equal treatment of care and love. Like let's say you guys are snuggling together and you praise them? They couldn't be more than grateful, as they return the same to you. I know they're the type to team up if they want to show you a surprise, and gets jolly when you tell them that you love it.

Predaking; At a young stage, he can't fly or breathe fire strongly. It's only when he gets older he can learn how to do them well. He likes being pet or scratched by you. It makes him feel happy as he lets out low purrs from it. Predaking is an energetic sparkling so he takes naps often for him to recover his energy. Whenever he wants attention from you, he'll give you puppy eyes as he whimpers, and Primus he's looks so cute when he does that. Sometimes, when he gets way too excited he'll breathe out fire and will accidentally burn something. If he feels sad or lonely he'll wail loudly until you calm him down. Predaking loves it when you give him affection and attention, he purrs happily as he rests in your arms.

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tinydefector · 14 days

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pookie!!

bots that act like cats. cock their helms like cats. nuzzle other bots like cats oughhh and like cats they scare the ever living shit out of people because their footsteps are so fucking imperceptible.

cat I'm talking about is pororowl🙉

(I hope you get better soon :D !!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

All I can think is that it's only some of the bots, very specifically some of the speedsters.

Drift as is, is a very quiet footed bot, and he can just sneak up on you and pounce. And he pursed so loud when he was content, he and Rodimus were nightmares together.

Imagine: ratchet busy working, and next thing he just hears things hitting the floor. He turns around to see Rodimus with his helm tilted, looking smug. "Rodimus, so help me. I will make your next service like the Pits of Tarn if you break anything else"

Ratchet halfway in recharge when Drift comes in and flops onto him, it makes him groan in annoyance but his servo comes up to scratch Drift's helm and the loud purring starts. It actually helps Ratchet sleep.

Ravage megatron tends to fall asleep to Ravages purring it's a comfort during the restless nights.

Swerve has realised just how agile some of the speedsters are with catching glasses before they can hit the floor.

Tarn is another who purs alot despite how much he hates it, it's a deep low Pur and it has almost the opposite effect to his voice, its a healing effect that only Nickel had the pleasure of witnessing. (afterall there's a belief your cats purring can heal)

Shockwaves also purs but it isn't something he remembers anymore, shadowplay took his memory of it. But sometimes little glimpse sneak back through.

Shockwave would Pur when around people he trusted and cared for, his students, outliers and Orion. It was his way of showing gratitude.

And Prowl, everything about this bot screams cat, he doesn't like people but even when he does its only on his terms, he's agile quick, firey protective even if he tries to play it off that he doesn't like you. If you ever have the pleasure of sleep near him you will have him curl around you and Pur slowly.

Bots who can pur: Drift, Rodimus, Prowl, Mirage, Knockout, Ravage, Tarn, Cyclonus, Shockwave, Soundwave, Pharma, scourge, Jazz, Skids, Smokescreen,

Bots who static Rumble: Megatron, Breakdown,Rumble, Frenzy, Iornhide, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Swerve, Tailgate, optimus, Ultra Magnus, Beachcomber

Bots who churp: Thundercracker, Skywarp, Starscream, Blitzwing, Astrotrain, Bumblebee, Powerglide, Seaspray, Jetfire/skyfire, whirl

Whirling noises: Rewind, Perceptor, First aid, Chromedome, Brainstorm, Rung (this also includes the bots that churp)

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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I followed Bumblebee for quite a bit when he suddenly stopped, I stopped behind him watching as Sam and Mikaela got out and stood there while Bumblebee drove away.

He's always had a habit of doing this back home from what I remember, He'd leave and come back like nothing happened.

A few seconds went by and Bumblebee came back in a better looking vehicle, Sam and Mikaela stared at him in awe while getting in.

I followed him slowly and cautiously; he could be leading me into a trap, but it's reasonable to presume he's not…

We came to a halt near a spot where Sam and Mikaela were watching as other cybertronions began to rain down into the Earth's night sky.

After that, I followed Bumblebee around for a while, eventually finding myself following him to an alleyway. I waited around the corner; regardless of my plan, it's safer for me to stay out of sight.

I heard some of the others speaking and adjusting. a voice… that voice… it was Optimus Prime. The last Prime… A shiver went up my spine; he sounds nothing like Megatron. It's pleasant in certain ways-

The medical officer of the Autobots, Ratchet, spoke softly enough for me to miss what he was saying in our language.

Ironhide, who was the weapon specialist back home and probably still is, scoffed in a harsh and raspy voice that I immediately recognized.

“Come over here, femme, Restarlueus (arms) and servos (hands) up, now,” Ironhide's voice had a hint of intimidation. I changed into my robot mode and entered the alley as instructed. I looked down and saw Sam and Mikaela. Their expressions were a mix of relief and lingering fear.

Scrap, there are five Autobots… this may turn out bad. But, frag it, I’m already here. When I succeed, I can convince Megatron that I am honorable. Screamer will never have a chance against me again. Unless Shockwave arrives…

“What is your designation(name), solider?” Optimus inquiries.

I raised my helm(head) slightly to look up at him. “Y/N.”

Upon watching Ironhide aim his gun at me, Bumblebee hesitantly moved in front of me. Why?

“What is it that you seek Y/N?." Ironhide grunted, his ocular ridges tightening as he walked forward, "If your here for the boy, I'll destroy you before you get a chance."

I looked down at Mikaela, then back at Optimus. “I seek knowledge, Mikaela said words to me that moved my spark, I would like to learn more from the girl.”

Mikaela is peering up at me from the corner of my eyes, a faint smile on her fleshy face.

After a brief period of silence, Optimus turned his attention from me to the girl before nodding emphatically. Drawing back his canons, Ironhide muttered. “Trust is earned, Y/N I understand you are under Megatron’s command list, trust is earned, if what you say is true then I will hold you to it.”

I nodded and turned my helm towards Mikaela, returning a modest smile.

I'm not lying about what I told Optimus, but her remarks are making me question myself a little bit more. Not because I’m a femme, No, it’s deeper then that. I might benefit for the time being from taking a break from the others.

Bumblebee whistled at me to get my attention.

“Welcome to the team old friend,” He spoke on the radio through several broadcasting outlets. I won't get accustomed to this, I assure you. I can still clearly hear his voice in my head. It's a terrible what occurred happened, Blitzwing truly offers no mercy.

“Prime, are we really going to let a con follow us to Sam’s location?” Ironhide questioned.

“I agree with Ironhide, Optimus, this could be a trap.”

Bumblebee waved his servos shaking his helm. “She’d have my head by now…captain.”

I laughed as I turned my backplate towards them. "There's no need to cover my defense, They're right, Bumblebee, you can't always trust a Decepticon." I switch to my alternate mode before driving a short distance out of the alley.

“Let’s move quickly, I fear the decepticons are getting ready to mobilize,” Ratchet said. “Bumblebee should remain with her until further notice.”

“No time,” Optimus says. “I trust that Y/N will know better then to make contact.”

“How do you know that boss man?” Jazz asked. “The evil ones always have the prettiest faces.”

“I do not know, just be alert in case Y/N does act against her words.” Optimus stated. “Let’s roll.”

#transformers #transformers x reader #bumblebee x reader #transformers fanfiction #tf bayverse #live action #transformers bumblebee #ironhide #optimus prime #x reader #ratchet #megatron #starscream #shockwave #decepticons #autobots

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year

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Bleed for Love

This was written by a lovely anon who requested I post on their behalf for the fic exchange!

Clone Fic Exchange!!

Warnings: TW: Blood, severe injury, near death, wound care

WC: 1,622

"You're covered in blood-"

The urgency in those pained words struck with such violence, it ripped you back to the present; for a moment held captive as you stared at all the blood on HIM while he looked at YOU as if you were the one who had been cut and gashed with such profuse wounds.

"It's yours," A desperate breath came out, pleading as you watched him grow weary and weak under the loss, hardly able to stand, "We have to get you to a medic or a doctor!"

"No," Hunter huffed, trying to put on the brave face he always wore when he was playing his role of the fearless leader.

And it was concerning.

He had never done that with you, at least, not since the two of you found a sort of trust with one another; a trust that saw a parallel in every color the other wore. No acting tough, no gritted teeth or restrained tears; just a pure vulnerability that needed no mask because there was no fear of being seen by one who was willing to know it for what it was.

So now, to see him like this, a weakness spilling from him as he struggled so dearly to hold it all together… It sent a shockwave of fear through every last nerve in your body; paralyzing in every meaning of the word as everything crawled to a sudden halt beneath the horrid revelation..

"They'll find us if we go." Hunter answered the question that couldn't quite make it out of your throat; your words seized by a tide that swept away everything beyond the fight to remain in the moment.

"You can't just die!" Anger was the first to appear as the words broke free, tears trying to push through but you wouldn't let them fall so easily.

"I won't," A lie, or in the least, a promise without a guarantee. It felt like a lie. Or maybe that was the concern wearing a mask of rage speaking. How were you to tell when the world was spinning so fast?

"You think you can make it back?" You finally gasped out after a few painful seconds ticked by, voice impassive and breathy, words falling silent as they were spoken.

"...no," Confessed the clone as he watched the first tear fall and, realizing he couldn't so easily conceal the truth, hoped instead to give comfort before it was too late to hide behind a facade when you had already seen what was beneath.

So he allowed himself to shed the exterior, to fall from a grace he swore upon his name as he stood tall without any fear; as if he wasn’t already forced to fight the terror and exhaustion and confusion he’d suffered beneath since that first day he had been deployed to fight a war he was not expected to see the end of.

You had seen him worried before: whenever Omega flew the ship, when the others went on a mission without him, even that one time you got in a scuffle and he’d pulled you away with a look that haunted your memories in a strange way.

But this was different.

This was an admittance; not a hope or a wonder or a questioning, but a knowing.

And you didn't know what to say or do; didn’t know if there was anything to say or do to begin with.

Yet you were hardly the type to give up. You would go out kicking and screaming and biting, and if he was willing to give up then you would fight on for the will he lost. You could fight for two.

Taking a deep breath to fill your lungs with a bravery you curated, your hands reached out and cautiously took hold of him, unwilling to let go despite his protests and moving now with careful haste.

"Stop-"

"No," You spat back, stubborn as a woman could be, "I'm going to try."

"I need you to take care of them for me." Hunter spoke as he allowed you to drag him over to the smallest amount of cover. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

"I won't have to." Denial was not your way, yet you were still determined in your decision as you started to pull away the armor and peel blood-soaked clothing from a still gushing wound.

"Listen to me-"

"No!" You were shouting now, unwilling to hear any of what the man had to say despite knowing you might regret it later, that you might come to hate yourself for silencing the one person you would listen to for days on end. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. But right now? You didn't care.

Hunter sighed, resigned to the knowledge that he’d find no leeway when you've risen your walls beyond where he could even hope to see over them. That was fine. He was content with the trust he had, the understanding that you would care for his brothers and sister in his absence; the knowledge of knowing you would fight for them just as you were fighting for him now.

Hands shaking, breath frail as your mind raced, you took his blood orange scarf and began to wrap it around the wound, the contrast of a deep red staining the otherwise gentle tones of the colors bringing another wave of panic as you watched the crimson flood across the fabric. Growing desperate, you shed your jacket and tore it into a long strip, the last of your mind and wit being pulled to keep the streak of a wound from taking him from you.

A couple times your eyes glanced at his, and he only stared back with a softness that lacked the heat of worry, instead bleeding with a sorrow you couldn't possibly hope to see through right now. A million words scattered in his mind, but he wouldn't say a single one, not until he knew what it was he needed to say. The apprehension written across his features was far too bold to be ignored even in your state.

"I love you," Hunter breathed out, voice pained and growing weak as the words slipped from under his control.

A slight hitch came to his breath as you finished your work in wrapping the wound as well as you could given what you had. His scarf stuffed beneath the jacket you wore but had since laced around the bloodied and bruised fabric, encasing it in a protection that wouldn't let the red seep without one hell of a fight.

"Save that for when we get back, alright?" Desperation painted your words with deep strokes, finding yourself unable to even process such a confession much less reciprocate it - even if it was everything you wanted to hear, this isn't how or when you wanted to hear it.

You tucked yourself up against his side, the shade of the meager cover eclipsing you in darkness well enough, and you would just have to pray to the force that your adversaries were not keen enough to do more than a quick visual sweep.

Leaning gently against the clone, hand pressed cautiously to the wound across his side as your other reached around to hold him close. Breathing. Just breathing. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest in harmony to his own. Head against his shoulder as he, too, allowed his weight to shift against you.

If he could make it until the morning you knew it would be alright. Everything would be fine.

♡

"Hunter," Your voice called out when you saw the man stir.

His wounds were freshly bandaged, cleaned and cared for to the best of Tech's abilities.

And he was alive.

The night had been rough. He slipped from consciousness and you forced your breath to become shallow to hear his, to ensure he continued to breathe through the unending hours the sky stretched dark above you. When he persisted until dawn broke the horizon, you knew he’d pull through; that this wasn't the end of his story, nor of your own.

Or of the story you both shared together, and would share from this moment on.

He was slow to focus; though as soon as he opened his eyes they searched the space until they found you, and a relief flooded over him when he saw how bright you shone at seeing him conscious again.

Hunter reached weakly for you, and you spared no hesitation in meeting him, hold almost delicate as you took his shaky, cold hand in your steady and warm one, allowing your heat to chase that chill from even the space between your touches.

"I love you too." You found your words falling from your tongue the moment your eyes locked again, and a smile slipped across your face as he huffed and closed his eyes for a moment.

How silly. Perhaps it wasn't the right moment, but the words had been echoing in your mind since you had gotten him back to the arms of his brothers and sister.

"I really said that before, didn't I?" Humorous touched his tone, causing you too to find a bit of a laugh rising with your next words.

"You really did, yeah," Amusement evident in your words, and you couldn't help but find a strange appreciation for what had happened.

For how long had the two of you been dancing this dance? And how long would you have continued to tango if something hadn't forced the words out of your mouths?

"I didn't mean to-"

"You did."

"And you feel the same?"

"I just said so, didn't I?"

Oh, was that a smile he had?

Tags: @dragonrider9905 @cloneficgiftexchange

#CFGE23 #cloneficgiftexhange #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #blood #near death #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction

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bots-and-cons · 2 years

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This is my first time making a request so- here goes nothing

Soundwave, shockwave and their s/o (poly) with just general headcanons?

Ah yesss the Waves. I’m always happy to write for simple requests like these because they’re just easy to write and also fun because I can write a lot, even though it’s such a simple request. I did human s/o since I just felt like it

•You were with Soundwave first, since he came to earth much earlier than Shockwave so you were hanging around the decepticons for quite a while already

•You were happy with Soundwave of course, but Shockwave also showed interest in you both, so you and Soundwave talked about it and decided to ask Shockwave how he felt about such an idea

•Since he was interested in you both, he of course figured it was logical to engage in such an arrangement

•You relationship is pretty scheduled if that makes sense, like you’ve arranged it so everyone gets time with everyone and stuff like that

•Shockwave doesn’t usually let you anywhere near his lab, because he doesn’t know how some of the chemicals and materials might affect a human

•You still like to keep him company though, so you talk to him through a comm link Soundwave has set up

•When you do get to visit his lab, he’s made sure there’s nothing dangerous around

•You, Soundwave and Shockwave don’t spend time with all three of you very often, but that’s mostly because both of the cons are busy with their jobs and you’re not always at the Nemesis either

•You all make time for each other though

•The communication part of the relationship can be a bit difficult sometimes though

•Soundwave doesn’t talk much, and even though he makes his intentions clear otherwise, there can sometimes be misunderstandings, it happens to everyone

•Shockwave on the other hand is very blunt, he communicates quite effectively, but he doesn’t really know how to say things in a more gentle manner and again, some misunderstanding happen

•And of course there is some stuff that goes over everyone’s heads from each other, because of your inherent differences

•Shockwave doesn’t want as much affection as Soundwave, and neither of them really ever ask for it, even though they enjoy it very much

•Shockwave isn’t very big on physical affection in the first place, which is why he doesn’t require it so often, but he enjoys just listening to you talk

•They both find the sound of your voice soothing and very nice to listen to

•Shockwave doesn’t really comment much he does ask some questions sometimes if he feels he doesn’t understand, and Soundwave mostly reacts with pictures or something on his visor

•Neither Soundwave nor Shockwave really gets possessive or jealous, they trust you and each other and you trust them

•You and Soundwave enjoy a lot of music together, but Shockwave doesn’t really like listening to any, since he doesn’t like extra noise

•You’ve all got different activities with each other, and some you do together of course

•For example, Shockwave has a bit of a habit for picking apart science in sci-fi movies when you and Soundwave manage to convince him to watch them

•It’s incredibly rare, but with enough convincing he does agree to do it every now and then

•It’s very unusual for you three to fight, argue maybe sometime, but if things get heated, at least one of you keeps a cool head

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #soundwave #shockwave #tfp headcanons #reader insert #transformers x reader #tfp x reader

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brandwhorestarscream · 3 months

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starscream x shockwave

I'm imagining this as TFP Shockstar, post war: the whole mess with the predacons and Megatron abandoning them, he does the most logical thing to guarantee their survival: bends Starscream over the nearest flat surface and frags him so full of transfluid there's no way he's not sparked up. The autobots won't execute or even imprison them if they're expectant parents: sparklings without healthy parents don't grow up well, and with any luck the baby will come out with their sire's original alt mode. Shockwave may be a warframe now but his CNA is completely civilian. If their baby is going to have a good life, they'll need to get lucky and inherit his alt.

Starscream knows it's the most accessible failsafe they have: not even Arcee would lay a finger on him so long as he has an innocent newspark nestled close to him . Theyll have access to energon and shelter and the autobots won't be able to protest because they're prioritizing rebuilding the population over everything else. They're an endangered species, after all.

But despite all that, Starscream bitches constantly. He's got monstrous cravings and his fuel tank is a bottomless pit: it's pretty obvious he's eating for more than just two. In true seeker fashion he's got multiple infant sparks orbiting his, 4 of them: assumably 3 seekerlings and an extra civilian. He's sore everywhere, in his pedes and ankle joints, in his wings, even his wings are aching. He's always starving but the bitties pressing on his fuel tank means he throws up if he drinks too fast, for the entirety of the carrying cycle. It's really rough on him, honestly.

Shockwave, just by nature, isn't anywhere near as emotionally available as Starscream needs him to be. But he does his damn best to take good care of him: he may not be able to feel love and joy like he used to, but he has a sense of muted pride and appreciation. Starscream is preserving his future and giving him a legacy all at once. The intense demands on his body are clearly taking a great toll on him. So he tries to make it as comfortable as he can for him, the highest quality energon they can manage and even using his technological know-how to make some comfy fibers for a few wing cushions.

Starscream doesn't know how to show his appreciation because he has -5 points in his Emotional Intelligence stat, so he just grabs Shockwave and demands affection. Usually late at night, creeping into Shockwave's room. The two of them are living together in light of the sparklings, and as time goes on Starscream abandons his room entirely. Moves into Shockwave's space and always worms his way under his arm, demanding him to, "Hold me like I deserve! I'm carrying your spawn, the least you can do is rub my wings."

When the sparklings are born, Shockwave was right: three tiny, scrawny little Vosians with a single civilian ground frame. He struggles to hold them, only having one arm, but tries his best. Starscresm is preening like a peacock because look at how beautiful they are! The first new citizens of New Vos, brought into the world by their Crown Prince! Take that autobots! As soon as he's able to walk again he's strutting around with all 4 of them--even the grounder--and showing off so smugly to everyone. He doesn't trust the bots around them but wants them to know now he's truly invincible for the next several million years. They won't hurt a carrier with dependent children so political immunity, here he comes!

Eventually, I like to imagine that the shadowplay and empurata are reversed or at least treated, alleviating some of the symptoms and allowing for the regaining of further emotional range. When it happens, and Shockwave gets to hold his children for the first time? You'd be hard pressed to find a more radiant smile anywhere on Cybertron, and Starscream is honestly floored at how handsome he is. He's only ever known Shockwave post-empurats: he had no idea he had such a beautiful face! He'd of course seen pictures of Senator Shockwave, of course, but they never did him justice. Shockwave looks so bright and cheerful softly cooing at his babies, poking their cheeks and holding their little servos, bouncing them and making them giggle. Shockwave is too enamored with them to notice him staring, but afterwards when they climb into berth that night, Starscream suggests perhaps giving Shockwave some political immunity too 👀 besides, an aerie isn't an aerie without at least a few dozens sparklings running around, so shouldn't they get to work making more?

They take turns, going forward, on who carries: Shockwave second, Starscream third, Shockwave fourth, etcetera etcetera until they're satisfied 🤭 as it turns out, these two really, really like making and having sparklings, and are a better match than they ever thought possible.

#ask game #shockstar

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cosmics-beings · 5 months

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So about the OC i was talking about...his name is Apollo, he's a sketch of him. I'm gonna post part one of his insanely long bio!

Apollo… where do I begin. mind the the warnings

So tw torture, mech preg, coercion

originally this was supposed to be a starscream/oc but I came up with a backstory for him, he is also a optimus prime/oc ship as well. he's both in my Earthspark and IDW aus

Apollo wasn’t originally named Apollo , and was forged near Kaon and eventually found himself living on the streets. To get money for himself to stay alive, he decided to fight as a gladiator when he was old and strong enough. Apollo is an outlier, and had the rare ability to control metal and energon from his opponents, rendering them weak or immobile. However, he mostly hid this ability because he was afraid it would be misused if ever he was captured, and only used it to stay safe.

unbenknowst to him, the wrong factions had taken interest in his abililties and planned to use him for them. Apollo knew of Megatron, but he never fought him - he didn’t want to because he swore not to use his ability, and he feared Megatron would be able to power through it, as some were. He always admired Megatron, and studied his fighting.

Regardless, while Apollo himself was a renown fighter, he did not like fighting, he did not like killing senselessly. So one day, despite millions bet on him, he ran. Just at the start of everything, he abandoned everything and ran. This is when he is found by the Autobots, specifically Prowl - he had been on Prowl’s radar for a very long time. Prowl immediately offered him shelter if he agreed to become and Autobot and do whatever it took to win the war. Apollo didn’t know much of what was happening, he only fought to survive and was extremely quick to accept Prowl’s offer. He didn’t know that meant giving up his freedom. It started simple, with Prowl and Autobot scientists needing Apollo’s DNA to perhaps replicate soldiers with his ability but it never worked. When Apollo discovered that this was happening, he almost ran again, to the Deception’s, but Prowl stopped him. He tried to kill Prowl, and nearly succeeded and in that moment, Prowl sent from seeing him as a bot to an object,

That is when he was captured, locked away and for the greater good, forcibly experimented on in hopes of replicating soldiers with his abilities. Most of these experiments fail, and the others are too unstable to be released into public. Regardless, they all took a toll on his body. At this time, Apollo is just a shell of his former self, and he is used further when it’s discovered that mixing his CRNA with another , more powerful bot can garner control. That mech is Optimus and in a way, Prowl releases Apollo and steers him to get into a relationship with Optimus so Optimus could willingly give away his CRNA or he and Apollo could have a sparkling that can jumpstart the process.

Eventually, while Optimus and Apollo get close and fall for one another, Optimus figures this out yet rather than stop the relationship right away, he uses Apollo to figure out just what Prowl is doing as he doesn’t know of this secret project, or of Prowl’s intentions. Optimus no longer trusts Apollo despite their closeness and ends things after he learns the half-truth of what is happening. He understands that all that happened isn't his fault, but he is uncomfortable that Apollo tricked him with his coding.

Apollo is too exhausted to tell him the truth. Though he loves Optimus, he’s angry at both Optimus and Prowl and flees. He fell for Optimus out of his own freewill, but now feels a lot of resentment toward prowl and optimus

He leaves the Autobot army and ends up accidentally coming to Deception space where he is captured by Starscream and brought to Megatron and given to Shockwave who has been seeking him out to experiment on him. Shockwave discovers how to clone his technique and also discovers that through his union with Optimus he is carrying. Apollo didn't know he was sparked. Shockwave's plan is to harvest the sparklings and use Apollo for whatever he wants. However, the evening he is to do that, Apollo is actually freed by a surprising person.

Starscream. Starscream is disillusioned with the army at this point, and has tried to desert multiple times but just craves the power. However, Starscream being cold constructed has his limits, and taking away the bodily autonomy of someone is one of them, as Starscream has had similar things nearly happen to him (not the asme as Apollo, but if I were to explain that would be very long). So he frees him, probably tries to kill him but frees him.

Apollo doesn’t return to the Autobots, but he does stay a neutral bot. He keeps his sparkling in stasis inside of them, not feeling comfortable enough to go through an emergance, at least not yet. Now that he feels he is free however, he does what he wants. Apollo is really into arts, he loves to write and he loves to paint, and he starts writing novels and books and poetry. He writes a lot about things that sadden him, but tries to write about things that make him happy. Occasionally, he will write about Starscream and then he writes about what he wants his sparklings to be. Apollo also becomes a mercenary, getting more comfortable using his ability to kill so he can once again, survive. When he is in a better place, he decides to go through the carrying process with one of is sparklings - he is carrying three of them, but only allows one to progress. He eventually has his daughter and those two are close. Though she's very young and with his own mental health problems it is hard for him to care for her and himself at the same time,

Part two coming up later, especially wrt to how he and starscream become a couple. And how Starscream eventually takes in all his children and basically raises them as his own <3. because that's what ss does in my aus

#tagging him in all except his conjunx's tags now bcos it's not about him #optimus prime #prowl transformers #he is both a earthspark and idw oc #also megatron didn't know what the hell shockwave was doing - he personally wouldn't allow that #optimus prime x oc kinda

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lazlolullaby · 1 year

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Moongene concept, lingering Sundrop scars, and bonus RTA s3 rewrite

My friends i’m not an artist, so just take these words and go.

Rapunzel has a clear indicator of her being nearby the Moonstone - her hair floats upward and glows. I think it’d be nice if Eugene had some kind of effect on his body as well.

and uh...season 2 ending rewrite into season 3 AU happened

More under the cut

Eugene has been healed by the Sundrop twice at least.

(I feel like Rapunzel certainly banged him up while putting him in the closet and did a healing when she tied him up in the chair, but eh. It was offscreen and not dramatic enough.)

1st time: Cut on the palm on his hand, healed by wet hair directly on the wound.

2nd time: Stab wound in his stomach, healed by tears on his cheek.

Both of those scars glow when he’s near the Moonstone. He doesn’t know it at all because he’s got his gloves on and his shirt on, but he feels it. His hand sweats, his stomach/liver area is warm. He dismisses it as nerves, but once they’re in the chamber...

“Rapunzel you’re glowing~”

“So are you~” Rapunzel strokes his cheek, where there are bright little dots.

“Aww. wait what?” Eugene flinches, pulls out his compact mirror (because of course that man would have a compact, have you not been paying attention) and pulls off his glove. The scar itself is glowing a steady gold, and there’s a faint impression of hair strands surrounding it, also glowing.

(if Cassandra would have let him open up his shirt, they’d see an impression of the Sundrop flower - perpetually blooming, glow flickering in time with his heart. Arianna also was healed by the Sundrop as well, so she has glowing lips from when she drank the tea.)

“That’s - a nice thing you did, Sunshine.” because clearly it was just happenstance that he was healed and made it here, of all places. And this kind of ties in with my impression of Eugene - that he doesn’t really feel like he’s worth much, he has to upsell himself.

“When you take care of people and things – you go for the burning building first. The kids who broke an arm or are throwing up. Being as independent as I was, I just waited my turn. Other people got affection, I got leftovers.” Secondhand clothes from the older kids and secondhand affection from fans of Flynnigan Rider. He’s just – used to it. It’s what he thinks he deserves.

Edmund may have told him it’s his destiny to protect the Moonstone, that he’s worthy. but it doesn’t sink in. Not until Rapunzel reaches for it, and his scarred hand twitches.

It’s an easy grab, all things considered. Just a dash forward and (ignore that look of pain and shock in her eyes, shut yours tight, man this hurts) Easier than the Crown, at least. The remnants of Sundrop that was in him react with the Moonstone, both protecting him and causing a minor shockwave that throws everyone to the walls.

(he doesn’t want to think about if the full Sundrop made contact, he won’t think about what almost happened, it won’t ever happen, now.)

He looks up. Cassandra is holding Rapunzel back. Betrayal in both of their eyes.

“I can’t let you do this!” He’s not going be be able to get Rapunzel’s trust, her love back.

But he owes her an explanation. “I can’t let you die.”

(aaand cut to black. Cliffhanger baby~ and most of what’s left is an outline of s3, kind of mixing around the episode order too.)

Eugene’s Armor - skill skintight, but he places the Moonstone near his stab scar, the blue band is like a sash across his body.

“Woah oh ho! What a rush!” He looks up at his hair, it’s bright blue and he’s like “No. Bad color.” A silvery white. “heavens no.” black with dark blue strands. “Better.”

“What is going on?”

“The Sundrop - you saw how just a remnant just hurt everyone. I don’t want that for you.” Eugene starts. “If someone can control the Moonstone - retract all of the Black Rocks. That’s it. The world is safe, right?”

“Right.” Rapunzel nods. “But - what’s going to happen to you?”

He laughs, “Isn’t it my luck to be loved by the most compassionate woman in the world?” but he doesn’t answer. There’s not really an answer.

Eugene reaches for his knife, and the Black Rocks just - start encircling him, crawling over his skin. He uses his finger to make a divot and presses the Moonstone inside the hilt.

All at once the power fades. If he calls upon it, he could get armor. (so he couldn’t be hurt again.) But if he doesn’t. “Ah. Finally found a use for my second-favorite knife!” (it’s the knife that is strapped to his leg in his s3 outfit.)

So Eugene and Edmund start working on removing the Rocks. And - it’s great. They’re bonding - Lance has convinced Edmund that he’s his second son, Adira has been accepted back into the fold, there’s viable land underneath and Rapunzel is very sure she sees some curious travelers on the horizon that would like to settle down.

They’ve already made a new Caravan and were just about to leave, removing the Black Rocks on the path back to Corona. The other mystery this season is how to remove the Sundrop from Rapunzel. They want to stop by the Great Tree and research the library there - it may have an answer.

...and then the Balloon comes, and Rapunzel has to go back to her Kingdom immediately to save it from the Saporians.

Eugene can’t leave, he has to take the slow path back to Corona. Lance stays behind with him. They use Hamuel as their mail service.

(So instead of Rapunzel being betrayed by Cassandra and feeling her absence, wanting to reach out and come back and be friends again, how to deal with a friend fallout, it’s Rapunzel missing her partner Eugene, and how to deal with being apart from the person you love, and appreciating the other people in your life a bit more.)

They deal with the Saporians - instead of Eugene picking the lock to the jail cell, Cassandra gets the spare key since she knows where it is.

Most of the episodes do fine with Cassandra pinch-hitting for Eugene. She gets to be Captain like she’s always wanted, since her father is in the wind. But it’s not really fulfilling - she still has to listen to Rapunzel, and the Guards still listen to Rapunzel - Cassandra is slowly getting frustrated.

“King and Queen of Hearts” Rapunzel is missing Eugene fierce and is pouring all of that romantic energy into making Arianna and Fredrick remember and love each other again. She sees how Cassandra is trying to help and thanks her.

The “Return of the King” episode is actually a check back in on Eugene and Lance, and it’s combined with “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?” because I still want Lance to be a Dad. Eugene is able to let his father know he belongs in Corona with Rapunzel - and Catalina speaks up and wants to go with them.

“Islands Apart” - Cassandra gets to confront her father about everything. His favorite version of her is a little girl - he still sees her as a kid and she’s mad about it.

“No time like the Past” is a story that Lance is telling Angry and Catalina while they’re on the road. Eugene is just like “eughh I miss my wife tails...i miss her a lot.”

“Race to the Spire” is a split perspective episode, Eugene and Lance find out about the Mind Trap, send Hamuel to tell Rapunzel, and they race there. Rapunzel and Cassandra race there as well. There’s a Reunion and it’s glorious and sweet.

“Be Very Afraid” is Eugene’s fears getting the better of him now that he’s back in Corona, and it’s affecting the Black Rocks, turning them Red. Solved like Canon, but Eugene has his fears solved with help from Cassandra and Lance, because - yeah they are his friends.

“Cassandra’s Revenge” is changed to Cassandra getting frustrated and stealing the Moonstone for One Episode Only. Rapunzel and her have a big battle talk, and she sets the Moonstone down and fully steps down from being Captain of the Guard, feeling like it’s not her.

“Flynnposter” Cassandra is there tracking down Brock-as-Flynn, so she sees how much he’s changed from the start. Cass nominates Eugene as Captain of the Guard. (but we all know it’s Maximus that’s really in charge.)

“A Tale of Two Sisters” this is where the reveal of Cassandra being Gothel’s kid goes - it’s a rough reveal for both of them. Cassandra is starting to learn that it’s not her origins that make her who she is. But also Rapunzel is a Princess and is a Princess and Eugene is a Prince is a Prince so...that doesn’t hit really well.

Edmund “disowns” Eugene and Lance so they don’t have to go back to the rebuilt Dark Kingdom. “We’re orphans...again.”

The Demanitus Scroll has a way to combine a person with magic and then separate a person from their magic. So they use it on Rapunzel so she’s normal - well. more normal than magical.

and uhh...for the finale we can have Hector pop back up trying to steal the Mind Trap because he’s worried that someone is going to control him and the Brotherhood. Culminating in him stealing the Moonstone, controlling the Brotherhood so the same doesn’t happen to him.

Cue huge finale fight.

Cassandra actually tries to reach out to Hector, saying she understands what it is to chase after a dream and be loyal to something that isn’t their destiny. This works. And Cassandra and Hector go traveling into the sunset as besties, trying to live their own lives.

Rapunzel and Eugene live happily ever after, as if that was even in question.

#eugene fitzherbert #princess rapunzel #the sundrop #the moonstone #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #rta au #moongene #he's not evil because the Moonstone isn't evil guys #what - i get the idea of moonstone making people crazy #is just a leftover but it's not actually canon #this was just a wishlist i guess #hector rta #cassandra rta #cassandra tangled

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xamaxenta · 1 year

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RE au again but near the finale of the actual game Leon briefly saves Ada n its rly cheesy awwuah i guess this is where the au turns into MAS

Just for the concept of Ace saving Sabo from his silly sexy predicament of being tied up as bait and Ace falls for it cuz they have history

Tells Marco to wait for him, stay safe he trusts him and Marcos staring at Sabos unconscious ass strung up like i am totally not jealous but who the fuck is he? Explain!! Slightly mad Ace is just gonna ditch him for some random mysterious sexy spy dude just like that

Ace wants to clear up the misunderstanding but man. He does not have time for this and just turns to grasp Marcos hand like please, let me do this, i cant let him die, ill be back promise

And marco lets him go like fine you better save them and me

So Ace takes the obvious trap, rescues Sabo who in return, protects Marco for him whilst Ace fights the big bad who inevitably transforms into a gigantic spiky tentacle wielding eldritch horror

Marco unsure why Sabo is doing this for him bc seeing as their leader is threatened, all the other uglies have crawled out of their little hideyholes for a last attempt to retake Marco and reinfect him

Sabo fends off a swarm and turns back to Marco, he has a slight limp in his step, “because hero boy seems to like you alot.”

“That doesnt answer my question.” Marco ducks behind Sabo, evading the barrel of his gun whilst simultaneously taking cover from the spray of hot gore

Sabo glances down at him and unholsters a small firearm, “Make yourself useful, i dont care much for babysitting like he does, he might think its cute but I dont. Safetys on the side i trust daddy taught you how to point and shoot.”

Snorting Marco checks over the little pistol and stands up, back to back shoulder to shoulder with the other blonde “youre actually alot nicer than I thought youd be.” He takes aim and shoots something squirming out of the darkness until it stops whatever creepy shit it was about to do. Its more satisfying than he had expected,

“Ugh.” Sabo tuts, the reverb recoil of his own gun thuds beneath Marcos ribs and in a way it feels comforting, maybe hes just used to it now, but its nice to know Sabo’s not just going to leave him for the monsters

“I just hate owing people shit.” Sabo says eventually after popping three zombies neatly in the head. A fourth bullet betwen the third ones eyes just as it began to squirm into a second form

“Suuure,” Marco couldnt keep the amusement out of his voice even if he tried, sabo says nothing.

Down on the docks below the monster roars, the shockwave of its vocalisation shakes the metal scaffolding blowing the two survivors back across the rusty surface

“Thats our cue to move on down,” sabo holsters his weapons and grabs Marco by the wrist before he can protest

Taking cover beneath a rocky outcrop, Marco peers down through the sea fog and encroaching night to see the flicker of Ace’s gunfire tear through the plague, if he hadnt spent so much time with the man, Marco wouldve thought him stupid fearless, but he knows Ace is just as human as the rest of them, he’s noticed the way his hands shake whenever a big fight comes up, hes seen the set of his jaw when he hears a hoard—

“He’s really too much.” Sabo mutters, Marco glances at him but Sabos already turned away searching for something hidden inside the stacked storage crates beside them, he secretly agrees though.

To his surprise and also not surprise Sabo unearths something that could truly be classified as heavy firepower.

“Wait here,” sabo hefts the rocket launcher over one shoulder

“Tired of me already?” Marco teases and Sabo rolls his eyes

“No, the shrapnel this baby can set off could kill you. Better safe than sorry.”

Marco wants to say more but Sabos already vaulted over the scaffolding, its amazing really how the both of them can run head first into danger like that, he refuses to think about how its all for him and his safety.

#MAS #marcoace re au #ill still tag it as that but sabos involve now haha #xam writes #sabos not immune to ace either haha #sabos also not immune to how cute Marco is either

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jjenjoyer · 2 years

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the return — steddie

summary: steve goes back to the upside down to retrieve eddie’s body, as per dustin’s request.

(inspired by a comment on pinterest lmao)

playlist:

fourth of july - sufjan stevens

visions of gideon - sufjan stevens

as the world falls down - david bowie

(listen in order while reading for the best experience)

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“steve please, we can’t leave him there!”

was all steve heard for the five hours since the defeat of vecna, and after steve, nancy and robin collectively dragged a kicking, sobbing and screaming dustin away from his dungeon master’s mauled body, and back into the real hawkins.

dustin begged them to go back for his body, to give him a proper burial, and god knows he deserves it.

what he did not, however, deserve was to give up his life to protect a town that hated him.

steve hopes they’re happy.

“ALRIGHT. i will go, alone. and if i’m not back in two hours, inform hopper. i’ll bring him back.”

steve knew how important eddie was to dustin, so sue him if he wanted to make the burden on the kid’s shoulders slightly lighter. if this would give him any sliver of peace, so be it.

and with that, steve ventured back into the hell that was the upside down, armed with his trusted spiked bat— just in case.

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once steve successfully reached the upside down munson trailer, his body tugged towards the spot where eddie died like a magnet to a fridge, and before he knew it he was sprinting into the field, occasionally tripping on the fallen demobats, eyes blurring with tears at the thought of seeing his friend’s (and crushes, but he would never admit that) lifeless body once more—

wait.

steve dried his eyes, looking down at the bloody stains on the ground.

this was the spot, right..?

a panic set in as he looked around, was there something bigger that dragged him away? there was a possibility that something survived the upside-pocalypse…

and then he saw it.

a small, round shadow crouched near a bush, shuddering violently.

steve’s first thought was a demogorgon, but once his eyes focused, the long curls came into view.

the bandana.

the green, albeit red-stained, vest.

the discarded weapons at the side.

eddie.

“EDDIE! IS THAT YOU?”

no response.

steve treaded closer.

“…eddie?”

bloodshot obsidian eyes and a face stained with tears and blood looked up at steve in the most heartbreaking way possible.

“steve.”

he couldn’t help himself.

steve lunged onto eddie’s shivering frame, the coldness of his skin sending out minuscule shockwaves upon coming in contact with steve’s warm one. eddie broke into sobs, clinging onto steve like his life depended on it.

which, in all honesty, it did.

steve was frozen. he was still processing the scenario:

there he was, alive and in his arms.

dustin would be thrilled.

“hey, eddie, oh my god, you’re alive— oh shit, lemme see that- OH, we need to get you to a hospital—“

“steve— h-help. it hurts. i can’t feel my body, but its also on fire, and i can feel myself disintegrating. please…”

“oh man… c‘mere darlin’. i’m gonna carry you if that’s okay, please let me know if i hurt you in any way.”

“okay.”

and with that steve hauled eddie’s limp body up into his arms, princess style.

“this okay, munson?”

eddie nodded with a small giggle, a seemingly insignificant action, however in that moment—

in that moment, it meant everything.

he was going to be okay.

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steve carried eddie all the way through the portal and back to steve’s house, aka the designated meetup spot, where everyone was patiently awaiting his return.

he kicked the door open with his foot, the gang’s heads snapping in his direction simultaneously, a cacophony of yells filling his ears, eddie tucking his face slightly deeper into steve’s chest.

“guys- guys, shut up. look at this, you won’t fuckin’ believe it. eddie, go.”

eddie slowly slipped out of steve’s arms, hand gripping his shoulder for balance as he spoke.

“i lived, bitches.”

the room once again erupted in yells of rejoice, dustin sprinting to hug eddie, who winced at the force of the contact but still smiled, teary eyed.

steve pulled the kid away after a few seconds, announcing that he was going to go patch up eddie’s wounds.

………………………………………..

steve helped eddie up to his bedroom, giving him a clean set of clothes to change into, a ‘tears for fears’ t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a pair of boxers.

he took him inside the bathroom, placing eddie on the closed toilet seat as he retrieved a medical kit from the cupboard, along with a towel and big bowl.

“i’m not a kid, steve, i can shower by myself y’know.”

“no way in hell am i letting you do that, buddy.”

eddie stopped talking, thus allowing steve to clean the large bite mark on his jaw, a process which stung. a lot. but he didn’t make that known.

within fifteen minutes, steve had managed to clean eddie’s bat bites and wrap them, doing so with utmost caution, as to not hurt eddie further.

next up was the ‘shower’, where steve wiped all the dirt off of eddie’s tattooed body with a wet towel— again, with gentle caresses.

eddie was silent the whole time, holding back tears as he tried to remember a time when someone was this gentle and caring with him.

nothing came to mind.

what did it for him, however, was the hair wash.

the hair wash where steve lowered his head into the large bowl positioned on his lap, fingers thoroughly massaging his best shampoo into eddie’s tangled, greasy hair. hot tears streamed down his face silently.

steve chose to stay silent, because he knew.

eddie appreciated that.

……………………………………….

the pair was sat on steve’s bed, a moment of serenity before going back downstairs and being bombarded with questions.

“you’re gonna have some METAL scars, dude.”

“so are you, we have matching stomach ones, after all.”

“hell yeah, couple goals.”

“what.”

“..what? i didn’t say anything.”

……………………………………………………….

“…hey steve?”

“yeah?”

“thank you. for everything. for coming back for me, carrying me all the way here when you could’ve done the world a favour and left the freak to die, for taking care of me although-“

“WOAH. done the world a favour? what do you mean ‘left the freak to die’?? eddie, man, look at me. the world is far bigger than this godforsaken town, you hear? fuck these people for not seeing the real you, for buying into that murderous satanic cult bullshit. i personally think you’re the best out of all of those arrogant meatheads. you’re so, so perfect, eds. everything about you— your guitar skills, your curly hair, your black hole-like eyes that pull me deeper in every time i look at them, the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrated— EVERYTHING. when dustin came running up to us in hysterics, screaming something about you, it felt like my heart was torn into a million pieces. i wholeheartedly believed that i would never get the chance to tell you that i love you.”

eddie was speechless. he couldn’t process what he was hearing— a love confession from ‘king steve’? the ‘straight’ man who he was helplessly head over heels for, feelings for whom he buried deep within his heart, thinking he could never let them out. but there it was.

eddie couldn’t resist, he leaned forward, one hand on steve’s thigh, pressing his lips to his.

it felt surreal, as if time stopped. everything— vecna, the upside down, the murder accusations, EVERYTHING disappeared in that single moment,

and eddie felt alive.

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monimccoythings · 7 months

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TFE Megatron with an adopted human child.

Recently watched TFE and wow, this is really good. Possibly one of the few Megatrons that could safely pull this out entirely. Gender Neutral kid so people can heacanon what they want.

He is the one of the most dads to ever dad.

Dad jokes overload but he just tells them with a straight face, sometimes peole think he is being serious.

The kid could be having a sleepover and then a giant head peeping trough the window asking if they want some pizza rolls giving his kid's friends the fright of their lives.

He has had them since they were a baby, he watched Dot have her first baby and suddenly realised "oh i want that too". Despite his change of sides, everyone was shocked by that statement. Even now, when people see him appear with a human kid and do not know about the adoption, they just think he randomly stole someone's child.

Was instantly enamoured with the kid the second he laid eyes for the first time on them. They are his baby, no matter how old they are. They could be 40 and married with 2 kids and they would still be a baby to Megatron.

Lots of pet names: bean, little one, baby, spark. They are his little spark.

He likes to hear his child talk about their day at school, job, etc while they are laying on the crook of his elbow. He genuinely takes enjoyment in hearing them ramble about everything and nothing at the same time. He wonders why it took him so long in discovering humanity's endearing behaviors.

His favorite bonding activity with his kid would be them playing some arcade shooting game, with modified controls, of course; but sometimes he gets way too into the game, which can be very awkward to watch.

Parent-teacher conferences are the most uncomfortable things ever, on one side we have a teacher who is more than ready to piss their pants, and on the other side, we have Megs, who is looking at them with a scowl on his face silently daring them to say anything bad about his little spark.

Doesn't want them to know much about his past, he fears they will be afraid of him. The only thing they need to know is that he used to be on the Decepticons side but not anymore. Dot warns him he should tell them before someone else does. He knows he will tell them eventually, he just wants them to get a bit older. Eventhough he openly admits his mistakes from the past and doesn't sugarcoat the crimes he comitted, he wouldn't want them to know how cruel and deeply abusive he was towards his subordinates. He is no longer that bot and would rather have his spark extinguished than letting them think that.

Very overprotective since he knows the dangers of the world and his race very well. If there's any danger nearby, his kid becomes a priority, after getting them to safety, he will nonstop prod his kid with his index in search of injuries and broken bones. He would be way too strict with his little one's security and wouldn't want them to be near to any people he doesn't fully trust.

Dot has his entire trust and if he had to leave them in someone else's care, it would be hers. Megatron knows she and her partner are more than capable parents and that they would be very loved and protected under their care. Besides, he knows that his kid would make great friends with the Malto kids, given their close age.

Reformed doesn't always mean tamed, if some Decepticon, eg: Shockwave, decided to take the child to get back at him for his betrayal, Megatron's worries would be deafened by a quiet and seething rage coming from inside him. He would calmly march through the Decepticons headquarters in a state of tranquil fury, and will make sure to remind anyone who got in his way why HE used to be the one in charge. This also applies if it had been Mandroid the one who had taken them.

Doesn't want his kid too stay too close to GHOST lest they use them against him. Even if due to circumstances the two of them have to live at GHOST headquarters he will keep them as far from the agents as he can, he worries they'll take them away from him. He heavily opposes to the idea of them using his human child as propaganda for the human-cybertronian alliance. He can be used like a showdog if they want, he'll do it very reluctantly but he'll do it; but he refuses to subject his child to the same treatment.

#tfe #tfe megatron #transformers #transformers earthspark #megatron

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nowandevermore · 2 years

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Been tagged in a couple of Heads Up 7 Ups by my friends @perasperaadastrawriting and @writingpotato07. Figured it's about time that I get around to them lol.

Haven't been feeling super motivated with anything I'm writing at the moment, so I'm going to take a page from my roots and share (more than 7 lines) an excerpt from my original fiction, Legends Zero.

Hailey doesn’t hear him though, and instead makes her way to the window that overlooks the broken down city. She places her hand on the window and closes her eyes, feeling the gentle thrum of energy underneath her palm, and calls upon the air surrounding her. Hailey feels the familiar, inviting warmth of the air and opens her eyes, watching as the glass begins to crack with thin veins of pink. It spreads from the outside corners of the large panel, converging together where her palm lay and spreading a soft pink glow across the room. She hears the glass begin to crack and feels the air around her begin to pull the shards into itself. She inwardly winces when she hears Logan's high-pitched yell, but pushes it out of her mind.

Focus.

I'm going to need your help.

Hailey whispers through the connection. She thrusts her hand through the remaining glass and grips onto the long, thin staff that materializes from the pink energy. As her fingers curl around the rod, she finds herself falling toward the earth below. The hero tugs the staff close to herself as she plummets and whispers into the air. "Show me that I can trust you."

Hailey watches the glass sphere on top of the staff begin to glow with a gentle pink, and a strong gust of wind blows around the young woman in answer to her request. A gentle tug to her mind alerts her to an overwhelming presence surrounding her, I will catch you.

The hourglass lying on her chest begins to thrum with the same energy that Hailey feels through her staff, and the warmth feels up her chest as the wind offers itself to the hero. She draws in a deep breath and closes her eyes, focusing on the pink tendrils that soar through the air. Hailey rights herself to land on her feet and lifts her staff above her head.

As she nears the ground below, Hailey opens her eyes and slams the bottom of her staff into the earth. The glass sphere gleams brightly at the contact, and she watches as waves of pink energy burst from its encasing. It sends a shockwave through the dilapidated city, and straight into the giant walls surrounding the City of Bleu.

Tagging @kyofsonder, @kayedium-writes, @lmaoirrelevant, @torchickentacos, @chikoritadave, and open tag to whoever else wants to participate!

#heads up 7 up #way more than 7 lines #oops #original fiction for once #wip: Legends Zero #technicay this exists on ao3 but its under anonymous so no one will ever know it exists but me

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loyal-logik · 1 year

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💚💖

Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse

And send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

💚 Shockwave can be extremely apathetic. This can sometimes mean that a lover who is very needy for his emotional input will be denied that. He's not doing it on purpose, it's just how Shockwave is. It's not that he's incapable of caring about things, because he is! But there are situations (and many of them), that he does not deem necessary for him to care about. And, unfortunately, at times, he does have a very much "that doesn't matter to me therefore I do not care" attitude. When he does develop feelings for someone, this CAN get better with time (especially if they bond), but if you're looking for someone to lend a shoulder to cry on... Shockwave is not the mech for that.

💖 He is soooo devoted and loyal to someone that he comes to care for. He will serve them for an eternity and even more. Once you are special to Shockwave, there isn't a lot that could make that loyalty waver. It's near dangerous tbh, because that devotion can become downright worship in a sense. But you will have his loyalty, and his spark, completely, which is definitely something that someone would need if they struggle with trust or insecurities that someone will leave them.

#ooc asks #headcanons #// Thank you! <3

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blackwldcw · 1 year

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On Tarantulas ;;

{ Note: The headcanons contained under the cut are applied to my Blackarachnia's canon Tarantulas only. I will not force these onto another roleplayer, and I do not expect anything to be adopted without prior plotting. }

They remember meeting him for the first time after a particularly heated argument with their mother, Amate. The elder-in-training confronted her youngest hatchling about their propensity for sneaking out during the day and meddling with "matters best left to be forgotten." She knew they were studying the stars and wished to be amongst them. She also knew that the young Proprionica disdained their "gifts" and wanted to leave the tribe, like their elder sister Lilura.

"Heed my words: Forget these foolish dreams. Forget this obsession with science and space travel, and stay where you were put. I will cut you DOWN if I have to! You will not bring danger to our people after we have lived here in peace for billions of years."

Proprionica managed to wriggle out of their mother's grasp and escape to rest on a ledge outside of the web-weavers' cave network. It was nearing dawn. Everyone was preparing to rest inside their nests, but they couldn't bring themselves to move. They realised, then, how deeply unhappy they were. They did not want to forever dwell in the dark, putting trust in whatever the Web of Time deems it wise to show them. They wanted to seek out answers for themself. They wanted to learn everything they could, without rules or restrictions.

Movement to their left. Their secondary legs flared, and they bore their teeth in a warning hiss.

A gentle voice assuaged them. "It's alright. I'm hiding, just like you."

They recognised the young web-weaver. It was Tarantulas. He, too, was often a source of scolding from their fathers about thinking too much about things that didn't concern them. He showed little interest for hunting for the tribe for the rest of his life.

"I've heard that you often visit the Forbidden City to learn. I have, too. Perhaps... tonight... we can do so together?"

Thus began their steadfast friendship, and later, romance. They studied the Cybertronian ruins in the Forbidden City. They taught themselves the old language. They repaired generators and hover-boards and medical equipment. Eventually, they salvaged enough parts to create a space-worthy vessel.

Proprionica hated how their mother had tried to control them. They hated the cowardly and superstitious tribe in which they were born. But it was all they had ever known. They expressed some doubt to Tarantulas, who gripped their shoulders.

"What is left for you here? I say you have two choices. Either become a mother and seer, and die in obscurity in the dark, or follow me to the stars and live."

Proprionica wanted to live. They gave no warning. They did not say goodbye to their tribe-sisters (an act they later regretted). They and Tarantulas simply left. And, to commemorate their newfound freedom, they changed their name. They were henceforth known as Blackarachnia, the name of the first web-weaver elder. A scientist in a time when technology was not forbidden.

In their travels, they heard of the Great War on Cybertron. Blackarachnia was eager to reunite with their distant relatives and fight a battle against injustice. Tarantulas wasn't so certain. They were only distantly related to Cybertronians, who were larger and more dangerous, but inevitably, he was won over by the promise of technological access. They both joined as Decepticons.

However, as the war carried on, a rift grew between them. Tarantulas became enamoured with the power and recognition that came with being a Decepticon scientist. There were no rules or restrictions to what he could do. Under Shockwave, he could do anything he pleased. Experiments, weapons-making, the creation of worm holes and alternate dimensions, etc. While Blackarachnia was just as pleased with their freedom, they maintained somewhat of a moral code. They believed Autobot POWs should not be subject to forced experimentation, and the Decepticons' budding anti-organic sentiment came to be too much to bear.

They soon lost favour with Shockwave, while Tarantulas became their superior. This put a further strain on their professional and romantic relationship.

Not that Tarantulas was the only one to blame. Blackarachnia, due to their BPD, finds it difficult to talk things out after arguments or perceived injuries, and the power dynamic forced upon them by Decepticon High Command didn't help matters. Blackarachnia became acerbic and bitter, unsupportive of their companion's work or his desire to mutate himself with Cybertronian CNA.

Their relationship ended when Blackarachnia transferred to the field, where they were inevitably captured and kept in the same Autobot detention facility as Blitzwing. After their prison break, they rejoined the Decepticons, but as an independent team.

Now, I do want to express that the relationship became unhealthy on both sides and was riddled with miscommunications. There is a possibility that they could become close again, especially in verses like Earthspark.

#{ why be a wallflower when you can be a venus fly trap? ;; headcanons }#{ touching you makes me feel alive / touching you makes me die inside ;; blackarachnia & tarantulas }

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dreamcorechild · 1 year

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[The corruption arc.]

Chapter Fifteen: To Gloat About.

The moon brothers are primary enemies to Brown.. So it's no doubt that he hold a grudge against one of their members. The brothers consist of Blue moon and Blood moon. One vampire, one hunter. Astral Aura was their necromancer.

Or so he was... Their necromancer...

Brown pulled out his telescope so Grey could see the stars that were faintly seen from the corrupted sky. Brown didn't have time to talk to this unexpected foe.. He held the child like he was his own son...

"I heard about what has happened back at the capital.. How nearly all the buildings were damaged by that.. Monster-"

"He's not a monster!" Brown snapped at him.

"He's a misunderstood child who made the wrong contract with his own shadow... That be Black 6c... So stop blaming such an innocent stickling.. It isn't nice to call him that."

"If that's what you want then.. I won't push that any further-"

"Cut to the chase asshole.. Why did they sent you now of all times?"

Astral Aura made a grumpy look.

"They need someone to check on their fellow friends.. After all.. They haven't heard any news about this... Incident... But now that I know what has happened.. Best I make my way back to the-"

Brown placed the child down, charging at Astral Aura. Pinning him.

"Oh no your not... I ain't dealing with three sworn enemies!!"

He pulled out a rope, tying his hands together.

"And I'm not letting you go near Grey! He suffered enough already..."

"And let that monster wonder around.. He caused enough trouble to be disposed of.. He's to dangerous!"

Slap!!

Brown didn't care that he slapped his own enemy.

"And so are you." He snarled.

He got up, Walking back to the child with open arms.

"Ignore him Grey.. He just doesn't know how to change for the better."

"OH YES I DO!!"

"Well prove it then.."

Astral Aura looked over the edge, spotting many vanquishers making their own little nest.

"Guess that's how there's multiple of them...."

The two looked over as well. The nesting ground was big. Brown chuckled in delight.

"Looks like we found their main incubators... All we gotta do now is destroy it.. And hopefully there would be less of them to deal with."

Astral Aura rolled his eyes.

"You mean, I.. Not we.. I."

"Well then smart ass. If you wanna get yourself torn apart and feasted while still alive then be my guest then!!"

Grey gulped. Clinging onto the steampunk stick figures leg. Brown make sure to protect the child.

"They won't hurt you Grey.. I promise.."

"O... Okay.."

Astral Aura untied himself, looking over. Stretching his cramped muscles and arms.

"Well then. I may trust you for this.. But not fully enough for me to see you as not a threat... So get to it..."

"Gladly... Watch on how a top tier necromancer can take care of 200 within minutes."

The stick figure jumped into battle. Brown could only watch due to his wounds healing up. Grey was scared to join in... He was also very hungry due to not eating that much food for 5 years...

Astral Aura begin his attack. Casting out a wave of sorcery upon the mindless fiends. He carried his own witch staff to help him along the way.

For once, Brown was impressed. But due to their past conflicts.. He still would need to be satisfied enough to gain his trust and respect.. Fingers crossed to not be back stabbed.

He went through his bag, pulling out his emergency food supply to keep the child fed. The explosions and shockwave came from the vanquishers who were desperately trying to protect their nests. Parts of their offsprings eggs were destroyed during the rampage. Their population and multiplication were dying down rapidly.

"That son a bitch is actually winning... A bit confused on why the moon brothers ain't helping us with this... Guess their to lazy or unbothered to help...."

"Me hungry.. Me hungry..."

Brown looked down at grey. Feeding him the supplies that he kept with him.. He patted his back when he was coughing. To not make any sudden noise to drag the vanquishers attention to them.

Astral Aura was just warming up.

"COME AT ME YOU DINGBATS.. I WANNA SEE JUST HOW STRONGER YOU DEMONS ARE!!!"

He wave his staff around, casting out a wave of flares. Burning half of the vanquishers. Drying their skins to make them fragile enough. Grey covered his ears, sobbing constantly. Trying to block out the screams of the entities of corruption.

Brown could see the necromancer struggling a bit.

"You sure you don't need help?"

"Nah, I'm good!!"

He wasn't good. He was really being overpowered by a hundred more. Brown decided that he.. Should have a little stretching to. He placed the child on his back. Holding out his time staff to save a bit of time.

They both dove down, backing up the necromancer. Now that the vanquishers from far realises that their only main nest is being neutralised, they were all alerted to them quickly.. And violently.

"Guess the old man has finally left his rocking chair."

"That's enough of that Astral.. No need to make fun of my age.. I'm not that old..."

Grey looked around. He was frightened.. So frightened that the thorns begin to form into a sword. Brown looked at the sword, holding it while ignoring the sharp pokes.

"N.. Nice weapon there, Grey..."

Grey made a small smile.. Astral Aura gave a thumbs-ups. He casted a barrage of flames to spread from one nest to another. By then.. The vanquishers would slowly come to extinction... Black 6c heard the news... This aggravated him to pure madness..

"Seems your not as bad than before... Guess I was wrong to doubt you like that..."

"Don't be so soft on me Brown.. I was already getting a bit tired of their gloating..."

"Heh... Tell me about it when I keep encountering the two.. Every god damn time..."

"So... Does that mean.. Your not... Evil?"

"Nope.. All that is in the past now... If their not gonna help you with this corruption then.. Who will?"

Astral Aura made a smug look.. Brown rolled his eyes.

"This is only a temporary alliance Mr Brown..."

"Fine by me.. But no betrayal.. We're all gonna be up against a bigger monster when he comes out of hiding."

"Deal.."

#corruption arc #oc story

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