#I want out of this fucking prison I feel like a robot I can’t deviate from my computed path even if I want to

[samuraisharkie]

I got like upset at something a little and now my entire being like every part of me seems to be doing some sort of diving challenge where it sees how low it can get as fast as possible

#vent #tw self harm ideation I guess for the tags? it’s not something that’s gonna happen and it’s exaggerated but still ig #mood drop. then it just keeps dropping I thought it would level out but it hasn’t now I’m crying and I can’t stand it #dude I want out. i hate it here in this body not even fucking joking #the only thing that would bring me peace is smashing my face open on the floor like a watermelon but obviously I can’t do that #I keep starting to cry all day and I can’t stand it dude. it’s been either nothing or awful all day #rules by stupid fucking chemicals in my body making me feel like shit. #pills that regulate chemicals only make me not want to die but anything past that is up to me and I cannot do it rn man #the pills that help w everything else are a fucking nightmare to get and keep up with and are expensive and I don’t have any right now #I want out of this fucking prison I feel like a robot I can’t deviate from my computed path even if I want to #WHY isn’t it getting better. bitch get over yourself like. come on. #everything fucking sucks #even listening to music right now is just noise. it’s not doing anything

[dontcallmecarrie]

Person of Interest

“For the record,” Tony’s voice filtered out from behind his faceplate as he led them out of the old wrecked compound[?] James’ cryo chamber had apparently been stashed in, “I would like it to be known that I beat Howard at this thing too. He’s been looking since before I was born for his guy, and it took me less than six years to find you, so there.”

James, however, didn’t miss the note of relief under the bravado. Or the way Tony stayed closer to him than strictly necessary, checking on him [as if he’d disappear on him again].

“What happened?” He couldn’t help but ask, scrambling to catch up on what he’d missed [again]. “I got less than fifty miles out before a HYDRA squadron came out of nowhere and put me in ice, beyond that I’ve got nothing.”

Tony wrenched the reinforced doors open with barely a break in his stride. “From what I’ve been able to gather after the fact— remember the agent types running around town? They clashed with the guys that got you and put them away, were starting to look into where you’d been stashed—oh, step back.”

A high-pitched whine was James’ only warning before a hole was blasted through the wall before them.

“Only thing is, they also found out that’s where I was living, too. Howard did what he does best and called in some favors.” Tony’s voice took on a bitter tone. “They went after me, and any leads on where you wound up went cold.”

“And how’re you? How’s your mom?”

“Good. She’s...good. We started traveling apart a while back because it’s easier to hide that way, but we keep in touch. Oh— hey, JARVIS.”

“Yes, sir?” A politely neutral English voice piped up, and James didn't jolt only because he remembered the name Tony had given his AI but what had he missed that the robot suit was something Tony was so comfortable moving around in?

“Call mom, let her know we found him.”

“Of course, sir.”

.

Tony’s palms were sweating as they continued making their way out, and he was at a loss as to what to say because he’d finally found him, alive, but now what? 

How was he supposed to catch Uncle James up to speed?

...and then they heard a few distant thuds and clangs, and matters just got that much more pressing and geez, someone had it out for him.

“Oh, come on.” Tony ground out. “Of all the times...”

Seriously. Literally any other day, this wouldn’t have been an issue. 

“Tony, what’s going on?”

“Please call me Iron Man right now, last thing these guys need is any more leads. Oh— um. Here’s the thing. I...may or may not have hacked a few governments when looking at you. Just a few, though.”

He could almost feel Uncle James’ frown aimed at him. He aimed another repulsor at the wall for an excuse to not look his way and keep his shoulders from rising defensively. 

“And databases from the DMV to morgues. And harassed HYDRA.”

“Tony.”

“Hey, don’t look at me I wasn’t the one who somehow got names and descriptions of prisoners of Guantanamo Bay...” He trailed off, then,  in an undertone that Uncle James caught anyway, continued. “I’m still not sure how mom did it, to be honest.” 

“What?!”

“Just because we’re not Howard-levels of ‘fuck you’ rich doesn’t mean we can’t look too, alright? So what if I pissed off a few people? It happens. You hack one guy and next thing you know you’re telling him to fuck off because he wants you to work for him and you’ve got bigger fish to fry but he doesn’t take no for an answer unless it comes with a big enough boom.”

“Tony, what did you do?” Uncle James looked stunned as he stopped walking just to stare at him.

Which, y’know, rude.

“I built this,” Tony tapped lightly on his chest plate with his fist, “because I’m still trying to lay low and this is about as stealthy as it gets. No one sees my face, and I can break into five bases in a night without breaking a sweat.”

The thuds were closer, now. Of course. Almost out, but things could never be that simple, could they?

Ugh.

“Put on a mask, this’s going to get a bit hairy. One of the people I pissed off is the agent types that we saw that day. They call themselves SHIELD, and they’ve been wanting to bring me in for a while now. Not sure why, never bothered to ask and not starting now.”

This was the opposite of breaking it to him gently, but there was nothing for it.

“Oh— and one last thing: hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

.

James didn’t know what was going on anymore, but he trusted Tony’s judgement. 

So when the arrows[??? what kind of Paleolithic bs was this what the hell what—] started coming their way after Tony blasted that last door off its hinges, he didn’t hesitate to move to deflect them.

After the first second there was a brief pause as their attackers registered his presence, but by then Tony had thrown a smoke grenade and swept him up and muttered, “Grab on,” before—

ah. So that’s what he meant by afraid of heights.

Alright then. 

.

Iron Man blasted off into the night sky with an unknown passenger, and all they had to show for it was another wrecked HYDRA base.

This deviation from his MO was very concerning. 

Agent Phil Coulson frowned at the report, and then back at what little footage they’d managed to capture of the encounter.

Iron Man had always been very singular, had been shown to possess a terrifyingly one-track mind and a drive that had some of their analysts convinced they were dealing with an android. 

He’d interfered with SHIELD operations before, it’s how he even came to Phil’s attention in the first place. 

But this time...

The building was still standing, even after he’d left. There’d been no firefight, no banter. Nothing set on fire, almost nothing turned to slag. The path of destruction was very clear-cut, unlike the general mayhem that usually followed.

Phil had suspected before, but this confirmed it: Iron Man had been looking for something. 

And by the looks of things? He’d found it. Or rather, him.

A masked man with a metal arm.

SHIELD didn’t have much on Iron Man, didn’t know his motivations or what goals he had apart from a well-documented grudge against HYDRA. This latest discovery would hopefully shed some light on things. And who knows? 

Maybe there’d be more than one person who might be tapped for the Initiative, if they could play their cards right.

#By Dawn's Early Light #My writing #behind the scenes mini fic #behind the scenes

[thanksjro]

Last Stand of the Wreckers, Issue #1: A Couple of Nerds Nerd it Up

The year is 2009, and you are a British man in his mid-30s. You were a part of a fan club for Transformers in the 90’s, and you wrote a lot of fanfiction and comic scripts for it. The only real claim to fame you have is a novel-length fic you wrote to try and bridge the gap between Generation 1 and the Beast War era, one that a lot of people have read and refer back to. You’re pretty content with that, and don’t try to break into any sort of writing career on your own. You have a job in public service, you have a family.

 One day, your old buddy Nick gets in contact. He wants some help with a story he’s working on for the current holder of the Transformers comics. It’s called Last Stand of the Wreckers.

Things are about to get very busy for you.

I’ll go ahead and say it- not any mechpreg in this one. You gotta wait until the sequel series for things to get weirdly horny, sorry to say. Also, technically only a plotting credit for Roberts here.

We hadn’t yet gotten to the point where he was allowed to rub his grubby little nerd hands all over everything.

So, let’s get to the nitty-gritty of this thing, shall we?

Our story opens on a lovely, sunshiney day on the beautiful Garrus-9.

Perfect weather for a picnic, don’t you agree?

Fortress Maximus and his cohorts are hard at work defending against the Decepticon forces, who have launched an attack on just about everything in the galaxy. This event is happening in the background of All Hail Megatron, as part of an offensive attack under the orders of ol’ Buckethead himself.

Kick-Off, another Autobot at Garrus-9, thinks that this is the work of someone on the inside, and Fort Max wants his prison intact for when they find the rat bastard who caused all this mess to happen, so he can lock that son of a gun up for a long, long time.

Then Overlord shows up.

There he is, the nastiest creature to grace the galaxy, a bitch so extra he’s apparently got to cycle through BOTH of his alt-modes before he lands on the scene to wreck shop.

Prior to Last Stand of the Wreckers, Overlord didn’t really have a whole lot going on. It’s a big part of why he was made the antagonist for this miniseries- nobody else was using him, so no risk of fudging up any continuity happening outside of it. Prior to this, he was mostly part of the Japanese Transformers scene, appearing in the Super-God Masterforce anime and manga. He had a reputation for being a bad dude there too, but not quite to the level we’ll be getting to here.

Also, he was actually two people, who were married. He is not a married couple in Last Stand of the Wreckers.

Overlord asks which one of the much weaker, smaller, and less terrifyingly kissable Decepticons is in charge, and Skyquake steps up, despite the fact that everyone is obviously nervous about the fact Overlord is here. Overlord lets Skyquake know that the plan Megatron came up with is out, and he’s got the new hotness that’ll really put Garrus-9 on a map labelled “Places That Are the Actual Worst.” Of course, Skyquake, who seems to think a guy named Overlord can be reasoned with, says that they can’t deviate from Megatron’s grand plan, and promptly is shot to death for his troubles.

And that’s a series wrap on Skyquake! Let’s give him a hand, folks!

With the little dude out of the way, Overlord’s decided it’s time to go full cowl on the Autobots, ripping them limb from limb. Literally, in some cases. It’s pretty gruesome, but then again, that’s kind of the point. This is a pretty dark miniseries, and not just because of all the violence- but we’ll get to all that later on.

With the Autobots subdued, it’s time for Overlord to really strut his stuff. He releases all the Decepticon prisoners, and promises them a grand old time of torturing their former captives. As a show of good will…? he throws them Fort Max to play with, saying that the only rule is they have to at least TRY to not kill him.

Smash cut to two years, four months, later.

Some nerds just got put on the Wreckers, and they truly are the cream of the crop.

Garrus-9’s gonna be in good hands.

The dude who’s totally copping Optimus Prime’s look is Pyro, and the little dude with the blue helmet and tragic backstory is Ironfist. There’s also Dipstick, but this isn’t about him.

Just as things look like they can’t get any more exploded, their ride shows up, and it’s time to go. They say they’ll catch Dipstick later, but that’s honestly pretty unlikely, given the nature of the Wreckers as a group.

The boys load up into the ship, but find something not quite to their expectations- instead of Ultra Magnus being there to greet them, it’s none other than Verity Carlo, human extraordinaire!

And she’s in her jammies. No real point in getting dressed for a bunch of guys who don’t even understand the concept of nudity, I guess, though I do have to question how vacuum sealed her breasts are.

Unless Verity is one of those godless heathens who actually owns an underwire sports bra.

The boys react to their first human in different ways- Ironfist has his parental instincts kick in hard, immediately ready to protect and potentially die for Verity. The others are a little less impressed, claiming that she’s some sort of stowaway who Magnus only puts up with because she’s good at playing house.

Kind of weird that these giant robots are so good at sexism, seeing as at this point, none of them should even know what a woman is.

This is the point where the big guns come in to greet our boys.

So, here’s the deal: Garrus-9’s been out of contact with the rest of the Autobots for over a year at this point, and it was recently revealed by a mole in the Decepticon Justice Division that anyone getting even remotely close to the planet has been shot down. The destruction of the space bridges means that only a few folks are able to get to the place- cue the Wreckers.

Our boys have been chosen because they’ve done a lot of good work, and protected those around them. It’s an honor to be a Wrecker, but there’s always a catch:

I’m sure it’ll be fine!

Flashback to two years ago, back on Garrus-9, and Overlord’s really enjoying his time on the prison planet, hunting Autobots for sport and scaring the bejesus out of everyone by popping out of nowhere.

This is a typical reaction to seeing Overlord when he DOESN’T intend to kill you. The guy’s a menace.

Looks like they caught their prey, and they’re feeling pretty good about it. What a nice thing for them, I’m glad they’re having fun.

How does this guy know where he’s going? His chest’s so tall.

Our Autobot isn’t going down without a fight, though, as he takes the spear they’re stabbing him with and gives the ‘Cons a taste of their own medicine.

For about two seconds anyway, then he gets wasted by Overlord.

Of course, Overlord’s an equal-opportunity sadist, and also blasts the two guys who let a wounded Autobot get the better of them. With the game concluded and a valuable lesson taught, the Decepticons retire to the base, Overlord ordering the tall-chested guy- Snare- to bring the Autobot for recycling, something that Snare doesn’t seem terribly thrilled to do.

Seriously though, has this dude ever seen his feet?

Back on Ultra Magnus’ ship, Ironfist’s gone and passed out. When he wakes up, he’s surrounded by the rest of the boys, who are really concerned about his well-being. Aww, it’s sweet that they care so much about their buddy.

Ironfist brushes off the concern, saying that he’s fine, and then we’re introduced to his deep, dark, horrible secret.

He’s a massive fucking nerd.

And so are the guys who worked on this story. T’muk, indeed. Also, this robot has... my word, are those fingerprints? Roche, you spoil us.

Ironfist writes datalogs on the Wreckers in his spare time under the screen name Fisitron - Wreckers: Declassified, it’s called. Which, you know, good for him.

Well this panel’s art direction isn’t ominous AT ALL.

Springer enters the scene at this point, also very concerned about Ironfist, to an honestly interesting degree. Almost like he knows something. Ironfist, again, brushes it off. Kup notes that Springer seems like he’s got something on his mind, which he does.

That something is the fact that he’s most likely sending these boys to die, as is the nature of the Wreckers.

Kup points out that it always feels worse when people die under your personal command, then asks if Springer’s conscience is being weighed on by Impactor at all. Springer seems like he really doesn’t want to talk about Impactor. Before the conversation can get any more soaked in implications, the two are called to the bridge.

A flashback to a month prior on Garrus-9: Overlord watches as Kick-Off brutalizes a Decepticon, Borehole, in combat for his amusement. It seems like Kick-Off’s done pretty well for himself in the nightmare hellscape that is Garrus-9, though it’s probably because he’s running on basic survival instincts at this point as opposed to any actual enjoyment of what’s happening around him.

Kick-Off wins the fight by ripping Borehole’s head off.

That’s pretty metal. Most of what happens on Garrus-9 is pretty metal. Not in a good way. But metal nonetheless.

With the fight finished, Overlord congratulates the victor, and invites him back to his quarters to pick out his prize. Kick-Off seems to be off in his own little world at this point, probably disassociating due to trauma.

Back with the Wreckers, we finally see Ultra Magnus, Verity’s put a shirt on- likely at Magnus’ request- and we see what Springer and Kup were called to the bridge for. Looks like a Decepticon ship’s been shooting out a distress signal, and it ain’t lookin’ so hot at present. Ultra Magnus attempts to hail, but it looks like too little, too late, as the thing’s hull integrity goes kaput and the whole thing explodes.

Seems like the end of that, right?

Nah.

Wow, that sure seems like it’ll be a problem. Better shoot that mysterious figure to death before they can be recognized by the cast and cause a whole slew of issues.

Aw, man! Too late. Looks like someone broke out of jail, and nobody is happy to see him.

With that character reveal, we end Issue #1 of Last Stand of the Wreckers.

#transformers #jro #last stand of the wreckers #issue 1 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #story plotting #wreckers trilogy