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Crochet Cafe
Description: The Boys and Soldier Boy go into a coffee shop late one night after a long week of hell. Soldier Boy is interested in an individual partaking in a hobby that catches his attention.
You just don’t appreciate the soldier touching your stuff.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning ⚠️, language, sexual innuendos.
Note: I needed a quick break from all the ofher fanfics and requests. This one just popped into my head as I work on my blanket. Under the 500 word prompt.
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The snow fell in sheets as bystanders and the like scurried ever which way to get to where they were going.
From prying eyes William Butcher and the rest of his band of misfits settled into a cozy and quiet cafe that was open 24/7.
Besides them there was only one other person in the whole cafe.
You.
You had been sitting in a corner booth a bundle of brightly colored yarn rolling as you were crocheting.
The group had overall let you be except one. A man dressed in supe garb and tactical armor, carrying a shield with an RBF. The waitress had blocked his view of you to take everyone’s order. When she gad left, Soldier Boy had gotten up from his seat and strolled over to you.
“Hey, sweetheart. Couldn’t help by see you from all the way over to where I was sitting. Awfully pretty to be holed up in this dump.” He said, clasping his hand together.
“Well, I own this dump.” You replied, not looking up from your hobby.
“You do?” He retorted.
“Has been that way for 3 years.” You replied, your fingers moving at a fast rate.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asks, reaching out to fondle with the bundle of yarn, where you had grabbed his wrist, the hold you had tightening around his.
An audible crunch from your grip on the man in front of you as your furrowed your brows.
“Don’t touch my stuff.” You warned.
The man in front of you tried to move but he couldn’t get you to budge.
“Cool it Y/N. Soldier Boy ain’t gonna hurt your precious crochet project.” Lightening Bolt called from the back, as he had sauntered into the lobby where all of you had sat.
You grunted, letting go of the man, as he yanked his arm away from you.
“You’re a fucking supe? Christ on a fucking cross.” He snapped, rubbing his wrist.
“Yeah, she is. Welcome to The Madhouse Caffeinery. If you order a black coffee, get the fuck out.” Bolt heckled.
Soldier Boy growled.
You smirked, satisfied, looking back down to continue working on the last row of chaining.
#jensen ackles#jensen ackled#the boys#soldier boy#soldier boy the boys#soldier boy the boys x reader#soldier boy x reader#reader x soldier boy
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Reforged
Continuity: IDW1
Rating: Teen
Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus
Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Prowl, Mistress of Flame, Minimus Ambus, Ultra Magnus, Torchbearers, the Lost Light crew
Warnings: Suggestive themes, occasional depictions of trauma, alcohol & drug use, some gore, canon divergence and canon blending. Slow burn. Incredibly slow burn. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags.
AO3 Summary: In which Rodimus is "mistaken" as the reincarnation of Solus Prime.
A 217k word fanfic novel with themes of romance, xenoreligion, reincarnation, the role of fate, and religious political conspiracies, Reforged expands on the moon colony of Caminus, its dominant culture, and what myth means to a recalcitrant "former" Prime on "vacation" to forestall fate, a condemned war criminal living on borrowed time, and an obsessed investigator fixated on discovering a dangerous hidden agenda.
First chapter under cut, AO3 has the rest. Also crossposted to DreamWidth.
The supposed “lap of honor,” to which Rodimus had “convinced” Prowl to reluctantly allow, was intended to be a sort of… last hurrah for the crew and the Lost Light itself before it would be decommissioned, Megatron would surrender to custody pending litigation, and everyone else would go their separate ways. A happy ending. For most involved anyway. In his own way, he saw impending judgment as his own happy ending. He was tired and ready to put the last of his unconquered demons to bed. The sense of finality was… comforting somehow.
Although, one last trip wouldn’t hurt. A chance to make a few more good memories with friends and colleagues who had made commanding—“co-commanding” his own thoughts interrupted.
Great. Now he was doing it too.
They all had made co-commanding this flying madhouse so fulfilling, a pack of wild misfits that fit in together. Various destinations were chosen for sightseeing, but one stuck out as particularly interesting, one they were rapidly approaching. Velocity and Nautica had suggested it, in fact, thinking the crew would enjoy seeing their homeworld. Funny, that they had submitted their suggestions separately but with almost identical wording. Rodimus had declared that the two were in “cahoots” before proudly stamping an approval on the destination without waiting for Megatron’s input.
The view from the bridge was rapidly filling with the image of a large, metallic moon. It twinkled in the combined light glinting off the metallic structures spider-webbing across the surface. The scene was backlit by the cool white dwarf sun of this system, and, of course, the moon’s host, a green-gold gas giant swirling with ancient storms. Crackles of lightning arced across the spiral vortices at the storms’ calm eyes. Spinning auroras flashed at the poles like a pair of glittering crowns. The moon was large enough to be a planet in its own right had it not been caught in the gravity well of the gas giant.
To think that this was home to entire culture… civilization of Cybertronians untouched by the war that had consumed their own motherland, the war he had started. Megatron hadn’t even needed to go to another universe to find them this time.
Despite having spent countless months staring out of this huge window into the universe, Megatron had rarely taken the opportunity to simply enjoy that view. There had always been more pressing matters to attend to. Now, however, seated comfortably in the captain’s chair, with only perfunctory duties remaining to him, he could relax and merely take it all in for the sheer pleasure of it. A rare luxury at any point in his long life. From the mines, to the extralegal arena, to what he had thought was championing the cause of the downtrodden. Time for recreation had been practically nonexistent.
Or… he would have allowed himself to absorb the picturesque scene, had he not caught sight of something ludicrously red flash and dash out of the corner of his left optic.
Ah.
Of course.
Rodimus was, unsurprisingly, excited to see this planet—moon. It was technically a moon. He could practically hear Ultra Magnus—Minimus—preparing a pedantic presentation, along with an introduction to local cultural mores, to ensure they were all prepared for their vacation. Yet Megatron still felt a strange, warm fondness at the thought of the predictable behavior, just as he felt it knowing that Rodimus was gleefully prancing about just outside of his vision like he did whenever something really caught his interest. For all of his nuisance, Megatron’s co-captain possessed a gift to summon joy and sunshine simply by being. It was… heartening to see him so happy, especially about the little things in life like a beautiful planet. Moon. Dammit.
“Alright, everybody! Welcome to Caminus! Former lost Cybertronian titan-based colony facing perpetual resource shortages, now founding member of self-styled Emperor Starscream’s book club for slimy politicians that calls itself the Council of Worlds.” There was a pause, like Rodimus had second thoughts about wording his supposedly inspiring sales pitch that way.
Megatron turned to look at him and, sure enough, the speedster was holding his chin in thought.
“Okay, so maybe that’s not the best way to sell it to Lost Light tourists. Let’s try that again.” He clapped his hands together as though he could erase his first not-quite-ready-for-a-brochure slogan.
Megatron rolled his eyes and heaved a tired, amused sigh. A regular occurrence on this silly ship, especially when both captains were in the same room for any length of time. Meanwhile Rodimus cleared his vocalizer with a cough before pointing proudly at the viewscreen, now showing a much closer image of the populated moon. Moon! Not planet.
“Take two! Welcome to Caminus! Home of Camiens, a funky fire religion, swords for days, avant-garde art, other super awesome stuff, and us for the next few days.”
Well, it was better, but still not good exactly…. Certainly a solid attempt, though “funky fire faith” would have been a more satisfying alliteration. It was good enough.
Something felt strange about Megatron’s face, he noticed as he sat there. Relaxed and pulled in an odd direction—Smiling? Why was he smiling? Giving his head a good shake, he forced a bemused expression to return, taking the smile’s place, while he watched Rodimus wrestle with remembering how to actually make port now that they had arrived.
“Slag, we still need landing permissions.” A golden palm slapped a handsome—this was an objective fact, not his personal opinion—white faceplate, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, in irritation at having forgotten something so basic. Sometimes Rodimus was too hard on himself. It was a trivial protocol matter after all and easy enough to forget in the excitement of a final trip.
Final. Hm.
Yet, of course, Rodimus would solve the issue on his own as he usually did these days, the brief moment of embarrassment quickly shoved under the proverbial rug. He could handle things like this without assistance. Megatron wasn’t quite sure why Rodimus insisted that he needed the old poet around to help.
“Crankcase, could you hail them, buddy?” See? Problem solved.
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Rating Hunter Sylvester's Outfits
Cause I'm gay, let's go
Putting the outfits in the order of when they appear in the film, rather than a ranked order. Since many get the same rating.
Please take this with the lighthearted intent it was written in.
With gifs~
1. Sleeveless Madhouse.
It’s very good. I like it a lot. We take note of the nail polish, we enjoy it while we can, it will disappear shortly.
8/10
2. The Flannel Trooper
Technically this is the second outfit we see Hunter in. It belongs more to a later scene but that’s just this film’s odd relationship with continuity and time. It’s also his worst fucking outfit. I don’t know if he just does not suit plaid. I certainly think the jeans don’t quite work. Whatever it is, it’s not great. Love the Iron Maiden shirt, tho.
4/10
3. The Hidden Shock Shirt ft. The Jacket™
Solid outfit, love that edgy shit for Hunter. Want that shirt. Debut of the denim jacket. Sadly includes the grey jeans that I do not fuck with.
8/10.
4. Misfits At A Party
We love an all black vibe. Striking Misfits skull, all around a great look.
9/10.
5. Judas Brat
Another all black number. With or without the black denim jacket, it's a major vibe. I like the all-black converse. Very good.
9/10.
6. The Last Supper for Hunter's full head of hair.
Second to worst outfit in my opinion. It's basically a copy of the third outfit but without any of the flavor.
5/10.
7. Slayer Shirt For The Hurt
Calling this a comfort outfit. I like it a lot. Shirt looks kinda worn and soft and it’s a good level of oversized. Those fucking grey jeans again tho. But black converse, so~
8/10.
8. No Sleeves No Chill
Debut of the newly altered battle jacket as well as the earring. We also get the T-Shirt referencing the film's tagline, very good. The scribbled on 'tattoos' are so stupid and I love them.
9/10
9. The Violent Outfit Of Reason
Back to all black! And it looks comfy. I love it. I actually really like the, what looks like, black cargo pants???
This outfit was me at 13. Seriously, it looks like it was plucked straight from my teenage closet. I'm gonna be biased.
(Tbf I would 100% wear this now, as is the case for most of his outfits.)
9/10
10. Completely Gay
The sleeveless shirts are a gift that keeps on giving. (also the faded shitty little scribbled on 'tattoos')
8/10
11. The Best Outfit
This is it. This is the best one. Hands down, his best outfit. One may count the Rhoads as a part of the outfit idgaf, it’s his best outfits regardless. The silhouette, the battle jacket, the symbolism. Chef’s kiss.
10/10
12. Gym Shorts
eheheheheheheheh look at him
7/10
13. Ready For Battle
We’re considering the corpse paint as part of the outfit. It’s so very extra in the best way possible. The fact that they fit 2 continuity errors into 1 outfit and have the blue light randomly turn off, it's great.
Bonus points for Demonias~
(That collar looks so uncomfortably snug tho but I wear them really fuckin' loose when I do so maybe this is normal?????)
9/10
14. Rehab Boy #1
I actually really like his rehab outfits???? Idk I think they're cute. I mean I don't fully get WHY Hunter has to wear sweats when everyone else in rehab seems to just be in their own clothes????? I'm guessing Alan "Father Of The Year" Sylvester, dropped him off without any change of clothes, so these were probably provided by the rehab center.
7.5/10
15. Rehab boy #2
See entry 14, but beige.
7.5/10
16. Battle Of The Bands
I like it but I am SEVERELY disappointed by the LACK of eyeliner. I just think it could be more extra. Like mf really pulled out a custom Jackson but couldn't whack on some eyeliner or smth. We know Hunter can do extra, so give me extra. Still like it tho.
8/10
17. Reformed Asshole
At first I really didn’t like how they put Hunter in a very light outfit now that he’s ‘nice’ like some cliche visual shorthand. But I’ve grown to love the outfit over time. It looks comfy. Cute hurt boy vibes imo.
9/10
#metal lords#metallords#hunter sylvester#gif#yes I specifically went and made all of these gifs for this post it was only very tedious#my post#tbf#this aint that bad#a while ago I edited together a video ranking every single scene in the movie#I was going through some shit at the time lmao#huntermakesgifs
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Review: Goodbye, Don Glees!
If the world ended tomorrow, would you have any regrets?
Well, yes, plenty—so thinks Roma, a shy, farmer’s son who let the girl of his dreams slip away. His best friend, Toto, seems to feel the same way despite moving to the big city for school and attaining high achievements. The one asking the question is Drop, the newest and youngest member of “Don Glees”, as they call their group of misfits. You see, Drop is seeking a treasure—”something irreplaceable that will give your life a happy ending.”
A group of unlikely friends becoming heroes or finding “treasure” isn’t at all unusual in anime, but there’s something unique about Goodbye, Don Glees, the latest Madhouse production to be released in the U.S. by GKIDS. What makes it more than just another boy’s adventure story is how unusual, winding, and thoughtful their journey is, at once loud and full of sentiment, and yet often quiet, exuding an authenticity that is recognizable to anyone who has come of age, while speaking particularly to the adventurous and tender hearts of adolescent boys.
Another distinctive feature of the film is that it begins after the boys’ club has basically fallen apart. Toto returns for the summer after a year away, during which he has seemingly matured beyond Don Glees. Meanwhile, Roma’s love interest has moved away and he’s faced an entire year of ridicule from classmates without his ally Toto. Drop is a brand-new addition, and quickly becomes the subject of Toto’s scorn.
Things get worse when the boys are blamed for a forest fire that erupts during a fireworks celebration. To clear their names, they go on an expedition to find a drone that filmed the fireworks and presumably shows that they weren’t involved in the fire. And thus begins the trio’s adventure, one that certainly challenges the boys physically, but more significantly, leads them to face the reality that they are growing up—and that they may have to say goodbye to Don Glees, in whatever ways that may mean.
Director Atsuko Ishizuka’s first original feature film shares core themes and a great many other qualities with her acclaimed series, A Place Further Than the Universe. While the film inverts the series in some ways, with boys instead of girls and journeys in the northern hemisphere rather than the southern, the two works feature the same mix of loud and humorous energy with moments of contemplative quietness, and a character whose secretive nature isn’t fully revealed until near the end.
These similarities are mostly a good thing. Ishizuka imbues her characters with youthful and even obnoxious energy and quirkiness, but also shows them often worrying; they are between worlds, no longer children but not yet adults. Through this journey, Roma, Toto, and Drop are learning about themselves while revealing sometimes uneasy truths to one another.
Unfortunately, Ishizuka doesn’t have a full season to develop her characters and their relationships. We as viewers are asked to buy into their bond in just an hour or so of the 90-minute film’s screentime; indeed we must if we’re to be fully invested in a powerful ending. However, the scenes move a bit too fast, often feeling like they’re cobbled together rather than flowing naturally.
Even so, although it is a bit clunky, the film reminded me of taking similar (albeit shorter) journeys as a teenager, exploring my world like Don Glees and even getting lost while searching for a waterfall! And in recalling these trips, I remembered that it doesn’t take much time for young men to bond during a physically demanding and emotional excursion, especially at that age.
I’m less likely, though, to give a pass to the magic realism of the film. Dream-like fantasy sequences are inserted into the story and play a major role in the movie’s resolution, but they ultimately feel out of place. I wanted to be convinced by what these elements represent by the end of the journey, but it didn’t happen. If there’s one thing I can criticize A Place Further Than the Universe about, it’s that Ishizuka goes for an emotional ending and doesn’t quite stick it, and it’s the same with Goodbye, Don Glees.
I was also taken out of the moment time and time again by the film’s music. Taking a cue from Makoto Shinkai’s partnership with Radwimps, this film—like so many other recent ones—features similar smooth, pleading anthems, which I typically enjoy, but Goodbye, Don Glees does something unexpected with the music by employing English lyrics. Though not inherently a problem, these specific lyrics are too simple and obvious, almost acting as a narration of exactly what’s happening on screen. They come across as elementary for English audiences.
The animation, too, is sometimes distracting. While Madhouse animates the film gorgeously, particularly when showing depth in the scenery, there’s a weird juxtaposition that happens as the movie flips back and forth between CGI and 2D animation, especially near the conclusion. Like the music and use of fantastical elements, this choice throws off the very scenes in the film that would otherwise be most powerful.
Despite these stumbles, Goodbye, Don Glees still presents a meaningful story through the eyes of its characters, particularly Roma. He (and all three boys) have more depth and authenticity to them than the typical “normal” or misfit kids of anime—their faults feel real, their growth is painful, and the results don’t come easy. They are seeking “treasure,” and yet they need plenty of help to recognize what that treasure is and how to find it.
In other words, Roma, Toto, and Drop are like all of us. The way they struggle to navigate the central question of the film rings true. And as a result, Goodbye, Don Glees ultimately succeeds in engaging us as viewers in that question too: If the world ended tomorrow, would you have any regrets?
A profound question to consider for just another boy’s adventure movie.
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Goodbye Don Glees is being shown theatrically on September 14th, 18th, and 20th. The film is released by GKIDS.
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Natalie Merchant - Carnival
Well, I've walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me
And I've walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me
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Savage! Episode 012 "Rocks"
We had a listen to original Aussie 70s punk band "Rocks"
Electric Frankenstein - Savage (Fun Things)
Stepmother - Fade Away
Super American Eagle - Yes
Pocketwatch - Flowers
High Angle Beams - Absent Control
Misfits - Attitude
Ramones - Go Lil Camaro Go
Wire - Three Girl Rhumba
Royal Headache - Stand And Stare
Bits Of Shit - Lazy Cowgirls
Lazy Cowgirls - Can't You Do Anything Right?
Lazy Cowgirls - Bad News
Pat Todd & The Rankoutsiders - Venus De Milo Broke My Back
The Meanies - Ton Of Bricks
C.O.F.F.I.N. - Cut You Off
Cable Ties - Thoughts Back
New Christs - No Way On Earth
Rocks - You're So Boring
Rocks - Damn You
Rocks - Chaos
Rocks - Kick Her Out
Rocks - Too Bad
Rocks - Hanging On
Rocks - Migraine Headache
Rocks - Mental Blank
Rocks - Suburban Soldiers
Rocks - She's The Reason
Rocks - Aint She Dumb
Rocks - A Bit Crazy
Rocks - I Don't Care
Rocks - Burn Out
Rocks - Days Gone By
Rocks - Final Assault
Rocks - What I Say
Rocks - Combat Zone
Rocks - Happy Couple
Rocks - Madhouse
Rocks - She'll Be Right
Rocks - Cellophane Jane
Rocks - Guts
Rocks - She's Alright
Rocks - Clobberin' Time
Rocks - Kamikaze Twist
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So aesthetic
This fleeting feeling I get
Feeling down in my dirty room
Quite prophetic
What’s a fire to a flame?
I’m too busy inhaling the fumes
I get so tied up in the moment
I died so many times
Now I manically run out of tombs
Paranoia
Sleep with one eye open,
Lock my doors, and hide in my room
Tongue tied misfit
Ride the telephone lines
Seeking attention in return for gloom
I can bet about a thousand dollars
You ain’t with it
Cause you never really stared at the moon
Rampaging
No surrender
I got so fucked up I can’t remember
That time I spread my love in June
Play pretend
I now sleep comfortably
No heavy sighing from me
A hum of a familiar tune
Fibonacci
Oh you got me
It’s just a circular pattern
Depends on what you weave in the loom
Hushed silence
I disregard all the violence
Lock me in the madhouse with all of the loons
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GKIDS Films has shared a new clip from 'GOODBYE, DON GLEES!'
GKIDS Films has shared a new clip from ‘GOODBYE, DON GLEES!’
(Featured Image Source: © Goodbye, DonGlees Partners / GKIDS / Madhouse / Kadokawa Animation)
Ahead of its release later this week, GKIDS Films has shared an exciting clip from the anime film GOODBYE, DON GLEES!, showing the trio frantically trying to make it through the wilderness.
© Goodbye, DonGlees Partners / GKIDS / Madhouse / Kadokawa Animation)
“Teen misfits Roma, Toto, and Drop call…
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GKIDS to Release Goodbye, Don Glees! Anime Film in North America
Producer and distributor GKIDS announced the acquisition of the North American distribution rights for the Goodbye, Don Glees! anime film, which comes from Studio Madhouse and marks the first original feature for writer/director Atsuko Ishizuka (A Place Further Than the Universe). The film premiered in Japan back in February, and is currently set to arrive in both the original Japanese language with subtitles and in English-dubbed form sometime this year.
In addition to Ishizuka at the helm, the Madhouse production has Ayano Okamoto as art director, Takahiro Yoshimatsu as character designer and a cast that includes Ayumu Murase, Natsuki Hanae, Yuuki Kaji and Kana Hanazawa.
Synopsis:
Teen misfits Roma, Toto, and Drop call themselves the “Don Glees,” an informal name for their backyard adventures. One day, when the trio gets blamed for a nearby forest fire, they set off into the woods to prove their innocence. As disaster strikes their expedition, tensions flare between the friends as they realize that growing up has taken them on wildly different paths in life.
Director Atsuko Ishizuka follows up her critically acclaimed series A Place Further Than the Universe with her first original feature film. With luminescent animation and lush backdrops, Goodbye, Don Glees! is a tender coming-of-age story about the fearlessness of being young and the bittersweet journey of self-discovery.
Source: Press release
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By: Joseph Luster
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I drew my friend Freckles (she’s not on tumblr).
Thinking about opening simple headshot commissions similar to this for $35 each. If you’re interested, send me a dm :)
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Hey so I'm in a discord server for Ryan's twitch. We had a bunch of community stretch goals for extra life. I volunteered for one, which was crushed. I volunteered to write a Battle Buddies fanfic. So here is the start of it. If you'd like to you can give it a read.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22626790/chapters/54076696
#achievement hunter#ryan haywood#jeremy dooley#battle buddies#rt extra life#madhouse misfits#fakeah#fake ah#fake ah jeremy#fake ah gavin#fake ah geoff#fake ah ryan#fake ah au#fake ah jack#fake ah michael
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Ryan PubG Blep
#Ryan Haywood#sortamaliciousgaming#Achievement Hunter#my art#chibi art#ah fanart#mad king Ryan#madhouse misfits
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Wow
What a stream...
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We did a thing. It turned out pretty good.
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I know that it’s not the week for it, but you know what’s going through my head today?
Michael, going to Purgatory to fish out the Ghoul’s soul, just like he promised Adam that he would, and how annoyed he must have been when he realized he’d have to make the trip alone. Because of course the Ghoul couldn’t go, being soulless—that’s the whole reason Michael has to go in the first place, since Adam’s gone and enmeshed their lives together not just with the monster who had killed him in his first lifetime, but with the very part of that monster’s being that is tied to the earthly plane and incapable of traversing the higher levels of existence available to humanity and all its misfit offshoots only in the afterlife. And of course, with Adam now settled in his old, human body—having been painstakingly reformed from the ashes that the three of them had tirelessly rooted for in the woods outside of Windom—the Ghoul couldn’t very well be left on his own. Soulless and driven primarily by his id, there was no telling where the Ghoul would wind up or who he might hurt if left unsupervised.
And so, Michael begrudgingly has to go to Purgatory alone, possibly aware of the fact that no sooner would the portal close behind him (after all, Michael could open and close the door to Purgatory at will, there was no need to risk who knew what creeping out into their motel room), before the Ghoul leaned over to Adam and murmured something along the lines of, “So, you remember when Michael was dead, and how we’d get off telling each other all the things we’d do if we weren’t stuck in the same body?”
MEANWHILE, Michael was left with the nearly impossible task of finding one stray monster soul in the gruesome, ongoing battle royale that is Purgatory. His choices of strategy are to either assume his trueform and squint down at the souls scurrying over the realm like a swarm of ants in hopes of finding one specific ant, or to walk around in his human-looking form, hoping to find the one soul he needed to find in order to go home. Both were exhausting, and not helped by the fact that Michael had no idea if the Ghoul’s soul was even there—what with the way that the monsters were constantly murdering one another. Even the angels (as per Castiel in season 6) didn’t know where the shredded souls of Purgatory went after they died again here. On top of that, even when presenting himself as human, Michael’s grace gave off an aura that inherently attracted the attention of monsters and Leviathans alike, and while neither was a true threat to an archangel, the continuous fighting was numbingly tedious to say the least.
Especially since most of the beasts that Michael bested and offered to show mercy in exchange for information burst out laughing when Michael then revealed that he was looking for a ghoul from roughly ten years ago. Monsters on the more harmless end of the spectrum didn’t last long in Purgatory.
Eventually, Michael gets a lead about a cave rumored to be a djinn’s nest. Djinn were naturally highly sought after by the less violent souls who found themselves in Purgatory. With no way to escape, it wasn’t uncommon to pursue a gentler avenue to that second, inevitable death in a djinn’s trance. But some people had overheard telltale sounds of fighting coming from inside the nest, suggesting that something else might actually be hiding there.
Michael tracks down this nest, knowing that it’s a long shot. The Ghoul’s soul would have been living in this bloodbath for a decade, after all, but he steps into the alleged djinn’s nest and feels the solid impact of a club striking ineffectively against the back of his head, and sure enough, there stands the Ghoul.
One thing that Michael found unexpectedly jarring was how young the Ghoul looked. He hadn’t thought much of it when Adam had asked him to age up their shared body—supposedly to help him slip back into his old life if he came across anyone he used to know—but the difference was hard to ignore when he was looking at Adam’s face as it was the day they met, under the coating of grime that marked every moving thing in Purgatory. A face that was, additionally, staring at Michael in a mix of confusion and terror. And it was only then that Michael turned his head and realized that it wasn’t a club that had hit him, but an axe—made of silver, if Michael wasn’t mistaken.
It was an awkward first meeting. Naturally, having been in Purgatory over the entirety of his soulless-sona’s relationship with Michael and Adam, the Ghoul had no idea who or what Michael was, and looking between Michael and the now dented axe, could only reasonably conclude that whatever Michael was was a lot harder to kill than a shifter. He took about three seconds to assess the situation, and then did exactly what had helped him survive in Purgatory for so long: ran for all he was worth.
On Michael’s part, he was realizing that he’d been so caught up on the headache of finding the Ghoul in the first place, that he hadn’t even considered what he would say to him when they finally met in this place. “No, wait!” were certainly not the first words he would have planned on.
The next hour or so was spent with Michael reminding himself over and over again that he loved Adam, and Adam loved the Ghoul, and he had promised to do this for both of them. He let the ghoul run outside the cage and then used his wings to relocate himself into the Ghoul’s path, the wayward soul crashing directly into his chest, and Michael’s arms springing around him to keep him from getting away. The Ghoul turned out to be surprisingly feisty though, and while Michael had no doubt that the Ghoul wouldn’t break free, his struggling was a nuisance. Michael wound up pinning the Ghoul against a tree—decidedly ignoring how his soulless-sona would likely have enjoyed that.
“WHAT are you?”
“I am the archangel Michael—”
The Ghoul’s struggling promptly resumed, along with a line of panicked cursing. “Okay, fuck, I know I wasn’t the best guy, but fuck, really? There are so many bastards in here, and you’re going after—”
“I’m not here to hurt you!”
“Okay, but I’m not looking to accept anyone as my lord and savior either! GET OFF ME!”
“Adam Milligan sent me.”
The Ghoul finally stopped struggling at that. As best he could around Michael’s hold on him, he started to gesture to his own face—then stopped and gestured to both his and Michael’s face. “You mean Adam Milligan as in. . ?”
“Yes.”
“WHY?”
“I will likely ask him that question every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Our—”
And it is at that point that Michael becomes aware that his grace—beacon that it is in the madhouse that is Purgatory—had attracted a horde of Leviathans. The Ghoul can hear it too, as whatever’s coming their way is big enough to topple trees. Michael tells the Ghoul to stay close so he can keep him safe, which elicits another strange look from the Ghoul, who had had very few experiences with people wanting to keep him safe, even before he and his siblings were killed. He reminds Michael that Leviathans are pretty high up on the food chain, and Michael assures him that he’s so far above them that he isn’t even on the food chain. The Ghoul winds up running anyway when he sees how big the horde is, Michael shouting after him.
Leviathans, of course, can’t actually kill an archangel, but that isn’t the Leviathans’ goal. They’d heard the rumor about a vampire who managed to make its way out of Purgatory smuggled inside a human soul, and wondered what their chances would be stuffed inside an archangel’s grace. And as such, they abandoned their humanoid forms and proceeded to throw themselves onto Michael as tar-thick liquid goo. Michael could blast them off of himself, but it was difficult with how they skittered around, and there were so many of them—and then all at once, a bottle crashed against Michael’s side, and his entire being was enveloped in fire. A startled, terrified noise burst out of his throat, realization triggering a memory that Michael usually kept firmly out of mind. Then something heavier crashed against Michael’s chest, and he tumbled backward with a splash.
When he opened his eyes, the Ghoul was on top of him. The two of them were laying in the bed of a shallow river Michael hadn’t even noticed before.
Scrambling up into a sitting position, the Ghoul asked, “You alright?”
“What was that?”
The Ghoul reached into a satchel he was wearing—which was now soaked through. What he held up was clearly a molotov cocktail, but when Michael looked closely there was something swirling in the liquid inside.
“Phoenix ash. Djinn who had the cave first, um, had one. I heard it took out Eve, figured it could help with those things.”
“I see. . .” Michael started to sit up as the Ghoul carefully tucked the bottle away.
Then the Ghoul cleared his throat and asked, “So. . Are we friends, or something?”
“Something like that.”
The look the Ghoul shot Michael was sharp. After all, phoenix ash wasn’t exactly a resource to waste on just anyone, and Michael begrudgingly offered, “You have memories waiting on earth that will explain all of this.”
“How do I have memories on earth? I’m dead.”
“. . .It’s complicated.”
“And what, I’m supposed to just trust you? No secret code, or sales pitch or anything?”
“It’s a long story. If I go into it, we'll likely be interrupted.”
The Ghoul frowns and stands up, water running off his clothes as he wades out of the river, thinking. Michael moves to splash water on his face, still shaken from having been set on fire, even though his grace is already healed. He’s interrupted by the Ghoul saying, “Alright, let’s go.”
Michael says, “Just like that?”
And the Ghoul looks uncomfortable, frustrated and vulnerable because he isn’t convinced, but he gestures around them, to the scenery that is currently calm but littered with bones sticking out of the mud left and right, evidence of past bloodshed that would only repeat again and again throughout eternity. “What else am I gonna do?”
And so Michael snaps his fingers, and the portal back to earth opens.
Outside of a body, a soul is actually a very small thing (see season 11), and so Michael actually winds up cradling the Ghoul’s soul in his hands as he steps back into the motel room. And then promptly drops it when he finds Adam and the soulless Ghoul in a state of undress in their king-sized motel bed.
“Oh hey, you’re back!” Adam says, rising out of the bed in a pair of shorts, as if he hadn’t been doing anything wrong—which, of course, he hadn’t been, Michael reminds himself as he let Adam kiss him in greeting. Even so, he finds himself having to draw in a long, calming breath when he looks over and sees the soulless Ghoul grinning at him, reclining on the bed, unbothered and completely naked.
Souls are immaterial things and not subject to the laws of gravity. And as such, when Michael dropped the Ghoul’s soul, it didn’t so much hit the ground as float gently toward the bed, inherently drawn to the other part of itself that resided within the Ghoul’s body. When it reached him, it fazed right through the Ghoul’s chest, without ceremony, and only then did the self-satisfied smirk leave the Ghoul’s face, as he bolted upright, looking like he was about to be sick. Adam was concerned, but Michael assured him that everything was fine. The Ghoul’s head was merely spinning as a decade’s worth of memories inserted themselves into his consciousness, merging who he’d been on earth with the part of him that had fought for his life in Purgatory.
“He should probably stay in bed. It will take him awhile to adjust.”
“Right. . .” Adam nodded and turned back to Michael. It was actually a little surprising how quickly concern disappeared from Adam’s demeanor, Adam trusting Michael’s assessment of the situation unequivocally. Heat replaced it as Adam’s lips found Michael’s again. “I know you don’t need to sleep, but do you want to lay down with us for awhile?”
Adam already had a hand lightly resting on Michael’s belt.
Still on the bed, the Ghoul was watching them with interest.
Later, when Adam was asleep, half sprawled on Michael’s chest with the Ghoul curled against his back, Michael opened his eyes when he felt finger tips idly moving over his stomach. He looked over and found the Ghoul, propped up on one arm, watching the movements of his own hand over Adam’s shoulder, with an expression on his face that Michael found unreadable. The Ghoul’s hand withdrew, and Adam nuzzled in closer to Michael when he moved incrementally, trying to get a better look at their third companion. And even as the Ghoul laid there, perfectly still when their eyes met in the dark, as an angel Michael was aware of how the Ghoul’s heartrate spiked as he seemingly sucked his tongue for a moment before saying, “Thanks for, you know.”
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Posting a fresh version because I didn’t know about hyperlinks causing a tag collecting issues. AO3 link will be in a reblog.
Continuity: IDW1
Rating: Teen
Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus
Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Prowl, Mistress of Flame, Minimus Ambus, Ultra Magnus, Torchbearers, the Lost Light crew (not tagging everyone for sanity, only the three main POV characters)
Warnings: Suggestive themes, alcohol & drug use, some gore. Slow burn. Incredibly slow burn. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags.
Summary: In which Rodimus is "mistaken" as the reincarnation of Solus Prime.
First chapter under cut. Please see AO3 for further chapters (almost 40 at the time of this posting) and the most up-to-date versions.
The supposed “lap of honor,” to which Rodimus had “convinced” Prowl to reluctantly allow, was intended to be a sort of… last hurrah for the crew and the Lost Light itself before it would be decommissioned, Megatron would surrender to custody pending litigation, and everyone else would go their separate ways. A happy ending. For most involved anyway. In his own way, he saw impending judgment as his own happy ending. He was tired and ready to put the last of his unconquered demons to bed. The sense of finality was… comforting somehow.
Although, one last trip wouldn’t hurt. A chance to make a few more good memories with friends and colleagues who had made commanding—“co-commanding” his own thoughts interrupted.
Great. Now he was doing it too.
They all had made co-commanding this flying madhouse so fulfilling, a pack of wild misfits that fit in together. Various destinations were chosen for sightseeing, but one stuck out as particularly interesting, one they were rapidly approaching. Velocity and Nautica had suggested it, in fact, thinking the crew would enjoy seeing their homeworld. Funny, that they had submitted their suggestions separately but with almost identical wording. Rodimus had declared that the two were in “cahoots” before proudly stamping an approval on the destination without waiting for Megatron’s input.
The view from the bridge was rapidly filling with the image of a large, metallic moon. It twinkled in the combined light glinting off the metallic structures spider-webbing across the surface. The scene was backlit by the cool white dwarf sun of this system, and, of course, the moon’s host, a green-gold gas giant swirling with ancient storms. Crackles of lightning arced across the spiral vortices at the storms’ calm eyes. Spinning auroras flashed at the poles like a pair of glittering crowns. The moon was large enough to be a planet in its own right had it not been caught in the gravity well of the gas giant.
To think that this was home to entire culture… civilization of Cybertronians untouched by the war that had consumed their own motherland, the war he had started. Megatron hadn’t even needed to go to another universe to find them this time.
Despite having spent countless months staring out of this huge window into the universe, Megatron had rarely taken the opportunity to simply enjoy that view. There had always been more pressing matters to attend to. Now, however, seated comfortably in the captain’s chair, with only perfunctory duties remaining to him, he could relax and merely take it all in for the sheer pleasure of it. A rare luxury at any point in his long life. From the mines, to the extralegal arena, to what he had thought was championing the cause of the downtrodden. Time for recreation had been practically nonexistent.
Or… he would have allowed himself to absorb the picturesque scene, had he not caught sight of something ludicrously red flash and dash out of the corner of his left optic.
Ah.
Of course.
Rodimus was, unsurprisingly, excited to see this planet—moon. It was technically a moon. He could practically hear Ultra Magnus—Minimus—preparing a pedantic presentation, along with an introduction to local cultural mores, to ensure they were all prepared for their vacation. Yet Megatron still felt a strange, warm fondness at the thought of the predictable behavior, just as he felt it knowing that Rodimus was gleefully prancing about just outside of his vision like he did whenever something really caught his interest. For all of his nuisance, Megatron’s co-captain possessed a gift to summon joy and sunshine simply by being. It was… heartening to see him so happy, especially about the little things in life like a beautiful planet. Moon. Dammit.
“Alright, everybody! Welcome to Caminus! Former lost Cybertronian titan-based colony facing perpetual resource shortages, now founding member of self-styled Emperor Starscream’s book club for slimy politicians that calls itself the Council of Worlds.” There was a pause, like Rodimus had second thoughts about wording his supposedly inspiring sales pitch that way.
Megatron turned to look at him and, sure enough, the speedster was holding his chin in thought.
“Okay, so maybe that’s not the best way to sell it to Lost Light tourists. Let’s try that again.” He clapped his hands together as though he could erase his first not-quite-ready-for-a-brochure slogan.
Megatron rolled his eyes and heaved a tired, amused sigh. A regular occurrence on this silly ship, especially when both captains were in the same room for any length of time. Meanwhile Rodimus cleared his vocalizer with a cough before pointing proudly at the viewscreen, now showing a much closer image of the populated moon. Moon! Not planet.
“Take two! Welcome to Caminus! Home of Camiens, a funky fire religion, swords for days, avant-garde art, other super awesome stuff, and us for the next few days.”
Well, it was better, but still not good exactly…. Certainly a solid attempt, though “funky fire faith” would have been a more satisfying alliteration. It was good enough.
Something felt strange about Megatron’s face, he noticed as he sat there. Relaxed and pulled in an odd direction—Smiling? Why was he smiling? Giving his head a good shake, he forced a bemused expression to return, taking the smile’s place, while he watched Rodimus wrestle with remembering how to actually make port now that they had arrived.
“Slag, we still need landing permissions.” A golden palm slapped a handsome—this was an objective fact, not his personal opinion—white faceplate, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, in irritation at having forgotten something so basic. Sometimes Rodimus was too hard on himself. It was a trivial protocol matter after all and easy enough to forget in the excitement of a final trip.
Final. Hm.
Yet, of course, Rodimus would solve the issue on his own as he usually did these days, the brief moment of embarrassment quickly shoved under the proverbial rug. He could handle things like this without assistance. Megatron wasn’t quite sure why Rodimus insisted that he needed the old poet around to help.
“Crankcase, could you hail them, buddy?” See? Problem solved.
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