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sphnyspinspin · 1 year

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Surprise Visit

A Rescue Bots Academy Short-Story

Summary: Someone special visits Whirl Jr. on her graduation day at the academy.

[time frame is set two years after “Crash of The Titan”][SPOILERS AHEAD!…kinda]

I also wrote an itty bitty poem to set the tone too.

And fanart.

What a Surprise

By: Sphnyspinspin

Oh wow… what a strange place,

Where you’ve decided to stay,

So different from our old home,

How did you ever find your way,

With all these different rocks and trees,

I never knew how green it was going to be,

Somehow you’d be fascinated by the stories they tell,

Like the stories of this place you told me,

Weird animals that are scary and vicious,

You love them with all your spark,

And they’re the coolest things you’ve ever seen,

Like when you told me how you saw a shark,

None of them can protect themselves,

The residents here are flimsy and small,

That’s why you decided to stay here,

To be an amazing rescuer to them all,

Too bad they all can’t meet you,

The last thing I wanted was for you to be lonely,

Of course you had no trouble at all,

You told me about your classmates and how they’re friendly,

Your teachers have given you such high remarks,

How you’re smart and talented, you’re really thriving,

I am seriously dumbfounded and amazed,

You’ve done so well just by arriving,

You’re practically the light of my life,

I can’t say being so far away wasn’t painful,

It was sad to see you go through that bridge,

But I was happy you were hopping and hopeful,

The moment you got to the portal, you were still standing,

You started turning towards me, tilting down your head,

Was something wrong? Were you okay?

You ran into my servos, almost knocking me off my pedes,

What you said shook my world, as I held you in my embrace,

“Thanks, dad…for everything you’ve done for me. I wouldn’t be able to become the bot I am today without you.”

Heh…you’re one to talk, as you let me go and took off,

What I wanted to say had to wait, I had to board the ship that was leaving at two,

I had a mission on the other side of the galaxy,

It was supposed to be short, but everything kept delaying,

There were so many hiccups, like you wouldn’t believe,

The thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going,

It’s okay, I got your transmissions,

I could tell you were worried but I was always alright,

What I wanted to tell you had to be face to face,

The moment had to be just right…

Today is the day, with no more delays,

I was going to surprise you at your graduation,

I was excited to see my little bitlet again,

I was glowing with anticipation,

You’ve probably grown a bit with your new alt mode,

Heck, you’re probably able to fly above the clouds,

I just know for a fact you’ve grown into a great bot,

I just know for a fact you’ll make me so proud

…

I see you now,

With your friends by your side,

Your teachers praising you,

If I had tear ducts I would’ve cried,

With a stroll half way across the parking lot,

I stood beside the academy,

Your friends noticed me first, I saw them point and ask,

“Who’s he?”

The moment you were standing in front of your friends, still standing,

You started turning towards me, tilting up your head,

Did you not recognize me right away? Or were you just surprised?

You starting running towards me, I held out my servos, I readied my pedes,

“Dad!” I heard you holler,

You had grown so much I wasn’t ready,

You jumped into my servos and we collapsed on the ground,

We started giggling, I tried getting up, but I was unsteady,

You introduced me to your friends,

I see why you liked them, they’re an interesting bunch,

You made friends with a raptor, a crash-test dummy, Ratchet’s nephew, and-uh…Titan?

Can’t say I was jealous…much,

It was time to go,

We said our goodbyes,

You wanted to fly across the ocean before we left,

We took our time to take to the skies,

We transformed and headed off,

I still had something to say,

It was time,

Not any other time, not any other day,

“Hey there kiddo…I have to tell you something. Like something, really important.”

“Yeah dad?”

“Do you have any idea how proud you’ve made me?”

“Aw…Thanks dad.”

“No-seriously-do have any idea how proud I am of you?”

“Um…super…proud?”

“Not-even-close.”

“What-“

“Whirliebird. I am going to say this a clear as possible. You’re literally the most important bot in my life-ever. The wreckers are a close second.”

“I-I don’t know what to say-“

“You’re crazy smart, you became a triple changer, you obviously made friends with some of the coolest bots ever, you even helped your friends recover a Titan. A TITAN WHIRLIE!”

“I appreciate that dad, I really do, but…where are you going with this?”

“What I’m saying is, during my time, or even before the war, not that many full-grown bots could’ve done half the stuff you’ve done in a lifetime. Your going places Whirliebird. And I genuinely believe your going to be an amazing bot someday. I am so proud of you, and not just because your my daughter, but because your one of the very few bots thats actually going to make the world a better place.”

“Oh dad…Thank you. I think I-I think I really needed to hear that, and I thought you just showing up made my day. I’m super happy with what I’ve done here too. But could you be a little bit more specific on which world I’m going to make a better place? Cybertron or Earth?”

“Both.”

THE END

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 8 months

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You need more Cody x Priscilla stuff? I got you!(i’m so sorry for how long this is)

Ok, just imagine, a couple of years have passed and Cody and Priscilla are now adults/in there early 20’s.

Cody and Priscilla grew apart as time passed, (some part being because Priscilla’s mother not wanting her around the Burn’s family in general) but they still think think about each other.

Priscilla and her mother fail into hard times with money. Well, “hard times” by rich people’s standards. So what is Madeleine Pinch’s plan to solve this lack of money situation, marry into more money! More specifically, have Priscilla marry into a family with more money. Since the Pinch’s name still held some value amongst the other wealthy families, a “deal” was made with another family to combine their wealth and companies through their children’s marriage. Madeleine thought this was a fine idea (it’s how she married Priscilla’s father after all, oh the irony). The son of the other family didn’t even bat an eye, but for Priscilla… this was going to be the worst day of her life. No matter how hard she tried to talk her mother out of this, her voice was never heard.

The day has arrived. It was going to be a small, private, but “elegant” ceremony held in the abandon unused church on the far side of Griffin Rock. No one in the town was going to be there. No one in the town would actually know there was going to be a wedding.

So now here’s Priscilla, waiting in a room all alone, wearing a wedding dress that she hated, and was about to marry a man that she already knew she was going to hate. She hate this, she doesn’t want this to happen! Priscilla doesn’t want to marry a man she doesn’t love. She’s done with her mom who continues to see her as just an object waiting to be traded, rather than a daughter. Yet there’s nothing that she can do to stop her, nothing she could do to save herself.

…Or is there?

Maybe she could save herself? What’s stopping Priscilla from running away? What if she just leaves and disappears?

But she doesn’t know if she can do this all by herself. Soon, there’s a little voice in the back of Priscilla’s head telling her exactly who to call…

In the heat of the moment, she grabs the phone that is in the room with her and dials the number that she still remembers and prays he didn’t change it. It rings, rings, and rings…and voice finally comes through that instantly calms her down.

“Hello? This is Cody Burns speaking.”

“Co..Cody. This is…”

“Priscilla?! Oh my gosh, it’s been forever since I’ve heard from you! How are you?”

“I’m…I’m actually not ok. Cody, I need your help…”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Priscilla, are you safe?”

“I’m not hurt and technically, I’m safe. Um, I just need… I… How long would it take you to drive to the abandoned church on Griffin Rock and meet me behind the building, alone?”

“….”

“Cody?”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

*Sniff* cry *sniff*

After Priscilla finally escaped, both she and Cody would go to the Rescue Bots Academy and file a protection order.

But alternative *Cody at the party*

¨If there is anyone who opposes this marriage, speak now or be silent forever¨

¨WHAT SUP FUCKKERS¨

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arceespinkgun · 2 years

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I’ve seen people talk about how TFA Blackarachnia got shafted in the name of man pain™️ and to make Optimus look noble in comparison, and I wholeheartedly agree. Her deep trauma is used mainly to show Optimus’s reactions to it, and she is coddled in ways no men would be. Like, she puts Prowl and Bumblebee on a countdown clock by envenomating them so Optimus will have to do her bidding... and then she needs rescuing (so Optimus can look heroic) and when she keeps her end of the deal and spares Prowl and Bumblebee, the conclusion of the episode is that maybe she’s good deep down—not that she was true to her word to make sure she can get Optimus to do what she wants in the future!

...But there’s also another trend in TFA that I noticed, one that I think could be extremely controversial in the fandom: I think TFA also treats Sentinel unfairly.

Hear me out—I’m not saying he’s not a jerk! All I’m saying is that I think there were many cases throughout the show where he does reasonable things or draws the correct conclusion about something, and then the show goes out of its way to force him to be wrong... even when he’s actually right. That sounds paradoxical, but here’s a list of instances of this happening:

—Sentinel wasn't wrong to think Bulkhead broke that building while at boot camp and also wasn't wrong to want to disqualify him from service for it, but the show makes him look like a big over-the-top jerk to do that even though Bulkhead could've actually hurt people and that was a lot of property damage! And Bulkhead is the only one who could've done it, but the show doesn't take that direction with Sentinel's choice.

—I didn’t care much for the episode where Lockdown catches the Decepticons for Sentinel (I mean, he couldn’t even catch Starscream with Prowl’s help before, and why would he be dumb enough to think the lying clone would pay him more?) but if Lockdown is capable of catching them, why is it wrong for Sentinel to hire him? He’s a neutral, not a Decepticon.

—“We're in hot pursuit of a convicted Decepticon spy.” “Oh, you mean the one you just let get away.” Sentinel even goes silent for a moment like we should all see this as such a burn... but those are pretty bold words from Optimus when in actuality his team just let “Wasp” escape! There was enough time between “Wasp” fleeing the base and Sentinel and Jazz arriving that there was no way they could have even seen him!

—Optimus tells Sentinel he shouldn't be chasing Wasp on Earth and should be leading Cybertron, while Sentinel insists that Wasp's escape had something to do with the Decepticons. And he's right! Shockwave arranged it! But because Wasp gets mutated by Blackarachnia, the show never even reveals this and it doesn't matter.

—In the episode where Blackarachnia takes Wasp, Sentinel says a horrible thing about how she should've died as Elita. Saying that is probably the most terrible thing he ever does in the show. But later, when he says she didn't escape in the Transwarp explosion to save everybody and instead says she sacrificed Wasp to escape... I have no reason to doubt him? I feel like he's the only one who treats her a villain? But because he said something so terrible before, the show clearly doesn't want me to agree with him on this.

—When Sentinel later does what Optimus thought was right and tries to get home to Cybertron ASAP so the planet has a leader, he's immediately punished by the narrative because his prisoners escape.

—When Sentinel institutes curfews and makes propaganda videos saying the Autobots should be wary of Decepticon-like activity, he's framed as a fearmongering fascist by Ratchet and the show—but how unreasonable was his response really when their top intel bot was just revealed to be a Decepticon who critically injured Ultra Magnus? Sure, it looks extreme, but from his perspective, doesn't it seem reasonably cautious? The Decepticon who did that was still at large!

—In the most egregious moment IMO, the crisis literally would have been averted if he had been able to fire on Omega Supreme earlier—Megatron also wouldn't have wanted himself and Cybertron to explode! Sentinel would have called his bluff and saved the day! But instead, Ratchet and the Council immediately shame him for being "reckless"... even as the Council calls Ratchet and Captain Fanzone the REAL heroes... even though they also disregarded the rule of law?!

—Then, adding insult to injury, the show rewards Ratchet for taking the Magnus Hammer and Jazz immediately quits.

—In The Stunti-con Job comic, Sentinel is framed as being stupid for punishing the police for conducting a search without a warrant—so he's punished for being militant, but also punished for NOT being that way? Which is it?

There are also a lot of smaller moments, like all the times Optimus's team claims something major with NO proof and Sentinel is framed as being a jerk for not believing them. But given Sentinel's position, wouldn't it be bad if he did believe claims that they broke the Allspark just to keep it from Megatron and that it isn't really destroyed (even though they had no fragments to show until later) or that Longarm is a spy without being presented with any proof first?

I just don’t think anything is gained from Sentinel having chronic always-wrong syndrome like this. If he was occasionally right or had a point despite being really flawed, then wouldn’t it just help characters like Optimus learn things and make the show more complex? It also would make it more understandable why Optimus goes to bat for him at certain points, and would explain how Sentinel has a high position and became a Prime.

TL;DR Sentinel just can’t win!

#Sentinel Prime #transformers animated #tfa #my analysis #long post

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silverwings22 · 1 day

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 22: Sacrifice

Chapter warning: canon typical violence, self sacrifice Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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“Hold still, Gonky.” Shiani was seated on the floor of the Havoc Marauder with Omega, the gonk bot’s chest open as they tinkered with him. “We’re looking for the short.”

Hunter looked over at them as he twirled a knife between his fingers. “What are you two doing?”

“Gonky doesn't charge all the way. We're fixing him.” Omega grinned. She'd tried many times before with her little buddy droid, who she adored.

“Tech’s tried. He can't be fixed, he's defective.” Hunter spun the knife again, smiling as Omega copied him with a screwdriver.

“Don't listen to him, Gonky. We're defective too.” She patted the droid.

Shiani pulled her head out of the droid’s insides. “You’re so. Gonky’s lucky to have a friend like you.” She said fondly.

Omega smiled. “Any idea what's wrong with him?”

The siren shook her head. “Gonky insides are immaculate. Dunno.” She shut his hatch and patted him. “Just try your best, metal buddy.”

Gonky shuffled off as the ship comm went off, and the entire little family moved to the cockpit. Rex’s holo appeared, with his poncho hood up. “I hate to ask you guys, but I could really use your help. A clone got into some trouble on Daro, and sent a distress beacon.”

“You want us to rescue a reg?” Hunter raised an eyebrow.

“He's an old friend. I'm not able to get to him, but he needs help. I can send the coordinates.” Rex looked hurried, glancing around behind him. “I've got to go.”

He disconnected, and Shiani frowned. “Rex is scared.”

Hunter sighed. “I can see that. What is this reg even doing on Daro? There's nothing there.”

“Rex wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.” Echo said firmly. “We should help.”

“We don't have any information. We've done missions with limited intel before, but this is pushing it.” Hunter shook his head. “I don't like it.”

“Need I remind you that we are on a mission for Cid. If we deviate, we will not be compensated. No credits means no food.” Tech turned around in his seat and immediately spotted the pensive expression on Shiani's face.

“Tech's got a point.” Wrecker frowned.

“Rex's friend is in trouble. That's more important than credits.” Omega piped up.

“Kids got a point too.” Wrecker groaned. “Hunter and Tech say no. Echo and Omega say yes. I don't know. What do you think, Shiani?”

The siren looked up when every pair of clone eyes settled on her. “I think.. that reg is your brother. It’s not right to leave him. We should go.”

Hunter felt Echo's eyes boring into him. He knew how much Rex’s friendship meant to Echo, and how much he wanted to help other clones. Hunter himself had always led the Batch, the unique and defective who'd never considered themselves as much a part of the clones as a whole… “Fine. We'll go check it out.” He finally said. Echo would never forgive him if he didn't.

Shiani clapped her hands cheerfully, walking over to Tech's chair and kneeling beside him on the floor. The genius put his hand on her head gently. “You seemed quite determined to rescue someone you do not know.” He murmured

“Everyone needs someone to find them when they're lost.” She headbutted his hand lightly until his fingers settled around a tentacle. “Even a reg.”

“You continue to amaze me.” He smiled. Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

“I love you with all three hearts. And I’ve got a present for you.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as she jumped up again and ran back to the hold. He’d noticed she spent a lot of time there when they weren’t doing anything for Cid, using a durasteel crate as a work bench instead of sitting with him like usual.

She came back quickly, with a little square of durasteel on a chain. She held it out, and up close it was made of many tiny triangles put together on moving seams that made it mobile. He could fidget with it, changing its shape from a small square to a diamond the size of his palm or a star almost as big as both hands. “It’s a puzzle necklace. In return for armor.”

Tech took pendantt carefully, smoothing his fingers over the durasteel made warm from her hands. “This is very well made. Where did you get the idea?”

“You like to fiddle.” She smiled sheepishly as he slipped the chain over his head. It fell right where she’d hoped, over his heart. “You like it?”

He nodded, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “I do. I will keep it under my armor on missions.”

Shiani beamed, eyes shining and cheeks turning blue. She’d accepted his gift and he accepted hers. Tech was officially her mate by her people's customs. Humans called it husband and wife, but it didn't matter what name it went by. All that mattered were that sirens mated for life.

Daro was wild and empty, nothing but trees and mountains in every direction they looked. Tech set the ship down as close as possible to the clone distress beacon. “CT-5576's trail could be close enough that Hunter can pick it up.” He explained to Shiani. She'd never really gotten to see the sergeant track before.

She nodded, staying close to him so as not to disrupt the trail. Tracking was different on the surface than it was underwater, with more variables than she was familiar with. Back home she could taste blood in the water. Air was much harder.

It didn't take Hunter long to pick up the trail, spotting churned earth and broken sticks. “This way. The clone was running for his life.” The tree cover opened up to wider space. “He fell, and when he got up he was limping. Likely a stunned leg… hounds caught him here, and he was dragged.” Hunter didn't like the picture the trail painted. “Dragged this way, to the edge of the cliff…”

Tech looked at his datapad. “My scanners are being jammed.”

“Yeah. I see why.” Echo grumbled, peeking over the edge to look down at the full sized Imperial base carved into the mountain. “... shit, that's a lot of troopers.”

“They've updated their armor.” Hunter gritted his teeth. “This isn't a simple extraction, Echo. We need to go back and comm Rex.”

“And leave that trooper down there?” Echo looked both furious and horrified. “The longer he's trapped the worse it gets.”

“We can't just infiltrate a hostile base without backup.” Hunter tried to sound level headed. He knew Echo's heart was in the right place, he just-

“You did it for me.” Echo said quietly.

Hunter winced, looking at Tech for backup. The genius was logical to the extreme, and closer to Echo than he and Wrecker. He could reason with-

Tech was looking at Shiani, who was fiddling with her claws quietly. Her eyes were wide, worry starting to make them water. “Tech…” She murmured. “Echo will go alone if we don't. I see it in his eyes. He’s a Chainbreaker.”

Tech glanced at Echo, then back at her. “We will not allow him to go alone.” He reached for her face, turning it up to his. “I assure you. Do not cry.”

Hunter silently cursed the fact that Tech was in love, and that she could influence his normally stalwart logic. “Fine. But Omega is not going in there.”

“Agreed.” Tech nodded. “Wrecker should remain as well, given his track record with stealth missions.”

“Good point. Shiani, you stay with the ship too. In the event of trouble, you'll be our backup team.” Hunter nodded. He didn't want to risk taking someone whose most powerful offense was a scream into a stealth zone.

The siren frowned. “If the comms are jammed, how will you contact a backup team?”

“Something will probably blow up.” Echo chuckled. “You'll know if we need you.”

She looked very displeased, but Tech walked her back to the ship to break the news to Omega and Wrecker. “I’ve got a bad feeling, Tech. There’s no way to comm under the jammer.”

Tech squeezed her fingers lightly. “Jammer range is limited, and the ship is parked outside the radius. In the event of an emergency, I will make every effort to go up to the top of the mountain, where it will be least effective. Then I can comm you.”

She sighed. “I don't like this plan.”

“I know. I apologize.” He left her on the ramp with Wrecker and Omega, turning around to go attempt their rescue mission.

“I hate this.” Shiani muttered, but went to the cockpit.

“It'll be okay. We're just hanging out till they get back.” Wrecker assured her.

Omega climbed into Shiani's lap. “I hate it too.”

The siren turned the comm volume on and closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to vibrate out of her body surg sheer anxiety.

Harmony and Melody, protect Tech and his brothers.

Wrecker was kicked back in the co pilot's seat comfortably, arms folded behind his head and watching Omega sit across from him. She was kicking her little legs anxiously. “It's been a long time. How can you be so calm?” She finally murmured.

“I'm just charging up before the action.” He said with a grin. “Besides, the guys have everything under control. Don't worry so much. Look at Shiani, she quit pacing.”

Omega looked over at the siren, who was sitting with her knees to her chest and her tentacles twirled tight around her body, on top of Gonky while he walked around. “I don't think she's relaxed, Wrecker…”

“Sure she is. Right, Shiani?” The big clone grinned.

“No. I have a bad feeling.” She muttered stiffly. “I wish I was a Tidedreamer. Then I’d know for sure.”

“Tidedreamer?” Omega blinked.

“A siren who has visions. They can see things across the galaxy if they try. I’ve only ever dreamed of the lights, and followed them.” She rested her chin on her knees. “When I was little, a strong Tidedreamer told Father a dark shadow was coming for the galaxy. Sirens are already shy, after that they hid even more. No more swimming to the surface. No more stars… Pretty sure now that dark shadow was the Empire.”

Omega opened her mouth to ask questions when the comm went off. Shiani rocketed across the ship to the console like her ass was on fire.

“Havoc 1 to Marauder. Come in.”

She set her claws to the controls. “Marauder to Havoc 1. Hunter, are you okay?”

“We've got the reg but we ran into a little trouble. We need pickup.”

“Give me a rendezvous point.” She waved for Omega to scoot out of the seat as she started closing the ramp and starting the engine.

“We're coming up the reactor conduit, so the exhaust port at the top of the mountain. We're gonna be coming in hot.”

“Copy.” Shiani already had them lifting off. “Wrecker, go to the tailgun. If they’re coming in hot, Imperials are shooting at them. Baby Mega, get ready by the hatch to open it. And don’t fall.”

“Good call.” Wrecker rumbled and took off towards the gun. Omega watched the little siren working multiple systems with all six limbs.

“They're gonna be okay, right?”

“As long as we have anything to say about it. Get ready.” She pulled them up sharply and headed for the exhaust Hunter had mentioned, praying Tech was okay. “Shiani sees reactor port.

“We got company back here!” Wrecker yelled as a couple hostile ships came whizzing past.

“V-wing and LAAT gunship.” Shiani muttered to herself, going through Tech’s endless lists of possibilities and how to handle them. “.... attack from behind. Engage rear shield.” She hit the buttons, choaching herself through stress. She couldn't fall apart. Not like after Bracca. “Baby Mega, how far is the ship from the port!?”

“Too far to jump! Get closer!” The girl was clinging to a bar by the open ramp, one arm outstretched to the four clones on the ledge.

“Open the gangplank.” Shiani yelled back to her, fighting the ship controls when they were hit by the V-wing’s guns. “We’re taking fire!”

Omega got the ramp open and Hunter basically threw the reg they'd rescued into the ship. Tech followed in a running leap, heading straight for the cockpit to find Shiani fighting with every limb she had to keep the ship steady. “That is sufficient. I have the controls.” He eased her out of the seat and took over, his experience better suited than her raw strength for the task. “Well done, cyar'ika.” He'd tell her how proud he was later. “We will need to come back around for a second pass. Get secure.”

Shiani looped a tentacle around Omega's waist and threw her in a seat by the power grid, pushing the restraint bar over the girl. Then she suction cupped herself to the wall and picked up the first blaster her hands found, shooting out the hatch at an Imperial ship as they whizzed by. “Secure!”

“The shield generator is falling. We are taking heavy damage.” Tech hissed, trying to keep them ahead of the enemy ships giving chase.

“Gonky!” Omega yelled. Shiani shoved the droid towards her with one loose tentacle, and Omega plugged him in. The friendly little battery droid squealed, but the systems came back online.

“Good work.” Tech called back. Wrecker was shooting at the Imperials behind them, and Tech whipped them in a circle around the mountain so fast he could hit one that fell behind with the front gun. “Approaching the rendezvous again.”

Shaini got to the hatch this time, grabbing Echo by the hand as he jumped and pulling him in. “Hunter next!”

Hunter took the jump just as another shot rocked the Marauder. His grip broke on the gangplank and he fell, Shiani's claws grazing his vambrace when she tried to catch him but falling.

Omega screamed as the sergeant went plummeting, trying to get out of her seat. “You stay put!” Shiani's normally pleasant voice was dangerously close to an order, and it was the first time Omega had ever seen her teeth directed at her.

Beside Omega, Gonky let out a scattered beep and short-circuited. Tech hissed. “Multiple systems are failing. We cannot take any more damage!”

“We've got to go back for Hunter!” Omega wailed.

“Tech, get them out of there!” The sergeant's voice on the radio made everyone's heart fly to their throats. “I'll find my own way out.”

“Negative. Your odds of survival are-” Tech started, but Hunter cut him off.

“Do not come back for me. That's an order!”

Omega’s scream was gut-wrenching. “No! Tech, go back. Hunter, order them to come back!”

“I'm sorry, kid.”

Shiani shut the ramp as Tech had no choice but to angle up and launch them into hyperspace. Omega wrenched her harness off and tried to pull the controls from Tech with a sob, only stopped when the siren grabbed her and held her close. “We have to go back! We have to go back!”

“Baby Mega, stop.” Shiani squished her, not enough to hurt her but enough to pin every limb in loops of purple suckers. “The ship is breaking around us. We’re no good to Hunter if we all get captured.”

Echo nodded. “Make for Ord Mantell and we'll repair the ship there. Once it's fixed, we'll mount a rescue. Gregor is hit, we need to get him help too.”

“I’ll check on Gregor.” The siren gently handed a now limp and sobbing Omega to Wrecker. “We’ll get Hunter back, Baby Mega. Don't cry.”

Omega just curled into Wrecker’s chest to sob, and Wrecker could only pat her back and try not to cry himself.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #song of the sea

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automaticdata · 1 year

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Holy shit the bots are out in force, I’m getting what seems like at least one a day for like the past week.

Joke’s on them, I’m using this account to talk about a mediocre kid’s show.

Babble about the alleged Miraculous leaks under the cut.

To preface: the leaks I’ve seen are second- and third-hand. I haven’t delved into any of the google drives myself, nor do I intend to, so my knowledge of some of this stuff is kind of sketchy. Also apologies for any typos, it’s late, my sleeping has been weird lately, and I apparently managed to accidentally switch to my computer’s international keyboard setting partway through ranting and didn’t notice for awhile.

Okay, so the thing about Miraculous is, the writing is so inconsistent that I can’t tell if these leaks are real or just someone very, very dedicated to the bit. Most people have been taking them at face value, as far as I can see, and I ... guess that sorta makes sense? Because who would make fake animated storyboards for several episodes?

But.

Yeah.

There’s some shit I just don’t buy.

1) Gabriel’s “real” name being Gabi Grassette. Like, what? Why? Didn’t we already establish that Gabriel was a lower class than Emilie before they married? Why give him a silly name? What is the point? It’s not like this negates his creating a huge fashion empire or anything, it just feels ... weirdly classist? idk.

2) Mayor Bourgeois resigning as mayor, divorcing Audrey, and adopting Zoe. Like, I saw the info first, then saw the alleged leaked script, which just made it look even stupider. It’s such an about-face for the character, and, oh yeah! Zoe already has a father. Like, ffs, what even is this.

3) Ladybug’s lucky charm at one point being ... panties. Yeah, no, I ... really don’t think that will fly in a kid’s show. Like, at all.

4) While the contents of the animated storyboard showing Felix’s tragic backstory makes some sense, the execution of it is really stupid and doesn’t fit with how Miraculous has ever done stuff before. Like, it’s such a weird vibe compared to everything else, I don’t know wtf is going on.

Also, that whole thing about him trying to get the ring to save Adrien is either bullshit or the world’s biggest retcon. “Yes, I will get the ring to save my cousin from his father’s control! And then, instead of giving my cousin the ring, I’ll give it to my mom! Because that makes ALL OF THE SENSE!”

5) Adrien throwing a fucking chair at Kim is so out of character, I don’t care how mad he is on Marinette’s behalf. We’ve seen Adrien get angry on Marinette’s behalf before, when he chewed out Lila. His anger doesn’t manifest as physical violence.

6) Alya & co still not believing Marinette about Lila is so fucking salt fanficcy that it’s surreal. Marinette can very easily pull the “she said she was Ladybug’s best friend, Alya, and you know how I knew that was a lie” card now.

7) Also the show calling Marinette out on her stalkerish tendencies is uh ... yeah I don’t see the show being that self-aware. Could be wrong, but Kagami literally thought it was a sign of Marinette’s love that she knew Adrien’s schedule for the next five years, and now there’s a script leak where Kagami teases Marinette for acting like a stalker? Um.

8) If they make Zoe crushing on Marinette explicitly canon before making Rose/Juleka and Marc/Nathaniel explicitly canon, I will riot. Like, I feel like they’ve made it clear that Rose/Juleka and Marc/Nathaniel are canon as much as they can within the constraints of the networks the show airs on, so if they could make it more obvious all along and didn’t, only to pass that honor off to Ms We’re-Too-Lazy-To-Redeem-Chloe-So-Have-A-Nonsensical-Replacement-Instead ... yeah, I won’t be happy.

9) I saw a scene were Chloe was like ... using robots to control Paris or something? Um, what? She’s a fourteen-year-old girl? And Ladybug’s all, “well, can’t do anything because no akuma involved.” WHAT? We have literally seen scenes of you guys rescuing cats and preventing helicopter crashes when no akuma was involved, and now a teenage girl that you both know has questionable judgment somehow is in control of Paris and you’re like, “welp, our hands are tied!” Not to mention wtf a teenage girl is in control of Paris there is obviously some magic shenanigans involved.

10) Luka calling Juleka “twinsie.” Unless he’s under some sort of magical influence that makes him loopy, I’m calling BS.

and just ... so much. So much.

Stuff I can believe but I’m not happy about:

1) No reveal. It’s fucking stupid and bad fucking writing and an astounding lack of audience awareness, but they also want to continue the series past season five, and secret identity shenanigans are kind of their whole shtick, so. *shrug*

2) Adrien remaining in the dark about Hawkmoth’s identity. It’s fucking stupid and unfair to him, but these are the same people who gave up on Chloe’s redemption arc, so I can totally see them chickening out on showing the fallout of that particular reveal.

3) Them having some stupid traumatic event to explain Marinette not being able to confess to Adrien. This is so stupid but I feel like they’re actually foreshadowing it in the episodes that have already been released. It’s still strange af though that it’s never been mentioned before and none of the characters who were involved in it have mentioned anything, buuuuut this is also the same people who didn’t hint at SentiAdrien at all until season 4, when they ramped up the SentiAdrien hints to 11, and didn’t do any SentiKagami hints until season 5, either, when they dropped them like anvils.

4) If the stuff with Andre resigning as mayor turns out to be true (big motherfucking if there) I can see them going “mm, yes, the middle school teacher with no reason to want to be mayor nor any previous political experience will make a good replacement ...” *sigh* let Caline Bustier teach her students, she seems happiest doing that.

Stuff I saw from a mile away:

1) Lila being the next Hawkmoth. The forshadowing in Time Tagger was not subtle and I remember thinking it was weird how many fans seem to have missed that.

2) Feligami. From the first look they shared back in season 4, I was like, “Yes. Yes them.” There was no other effing reason for that Look. And yeah this may be wishful thinking on my part but they work so well together, dammit.

3) Some people becoming permanent holders. Gotta admit, still =/ about all of them being permanent holders, but yeah.

and I’m out of steam for now. Ugh, this show will drive me nuts, I swear.

#data watches miraculous #miraculous ladybug spoilers #miraculous ladybug leaks #allegedly at least #not sure I believe half this crap

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teaandsmut · 3 years

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Do you ever think about how Glimmer discovered and seized an opportunity to destroy a stockpile of weapons, with which the Horde had been relentlessly harrying the Rebellion, while the Horde’s attention was elsewhere?

Do you ever think about how this was repeatedly framed in the dialogue as her callously using her friend as a decoy, despite the fact that she was merely taking advantage of an existing situation?

Do you ever think about how the fandom accepted and continues to reinforce this narrative?

Sometimes I do.

#correct me if i'm wrong about adora already being away bot fighting when glimmer discovered about the outpost #i think this taps my rejection sensitivity on glimmer's behalf #because she's thought of more badly than she deserves #ofc catra would see it that way #it's something she'd have done #i suppose glimmer could have gone to get adora and co for a collective attack on the outpost?#though they clearly didn't want her out fighting with them so i can't blame her for going alone #and it's not like she needed the help #should she have gone to rescue them first and *removed* the distraction? maybe #but someone still needed to destroy those bots that were already out and glimmer didn't seem welcome even when she turned up afterwards #and she did have a better chance at a bigger win by catching catra off guard #so like...#what's the problem here?#seemed like a good move on balance #i'm all for dark glimmer but this wasn't it #this was kind of like foreshadowing but instead of foreshadowing they just said ''oh dear it's very dark right? we all agree it got dark?''#salt #not very salty but just in case you want to hide that tag because you prefer not to see negative comments #which is fair enough

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This is part three of an ask box fic. For part one or two, click below.

Part 1 Part 2

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There was shocked silence, and then Dani put a hand on his cheek. “So twins are one spark that was split by the Well, and gestalts are many Sparks that were merged by it?”

Blades paused, then nodded. “Yeah.” he whispered.

“So you have brothers then? How many?” Kade asked.

Blades swallowed. “Four.” he wrapped his arms around himself. The others could tell something was wrong, they just didn’t know what. “Hot Spot, Streetwise, Groove, and First Aid.”

“Soooo…..where are they? What happened to them?” Kade asked bluntly.

Blades flinched, looking away. “I don’t know.”

“What?” Dani seemed confused. “Don’t you have a spark bond with them, like Dreadwing was saying?”

“I…do.”

“Then how-“

“Stasis.” Chase cut her off, sounding horrified. “We were in stasis. I do not know much about spark bonds, but I do remember reading that stasis is another way to mute a bond. We were in stasis for thousands of years, and after Cybertron fell, they probably fled far away.”

Blades swallowed. “If they’re even still alive.” he closed his optics. “The stasis, combined with the distance, would have muted the bond enough for the breaking of it not to kill me if they’d died. In stasis, I wouldn’t have even felt it break.” He opened his optics to meet the gazes of his teammates, optics wide and welling with cooling fluid. The forces of his emotions were so strong it was making his frame overheat, which caused his optics to leak the fluid in an attempt to cool him down. “All I know is, I woke up from stasis after the crash and I couldn’t feel them anymore. I felt them before we went into stasis. We were too far to communicate with words, but they sensed how scared I was and they just kept sending me worry and reassurance.” he whimpered. “But when I woke up I didn’t even have that. I don’t know where my brothers are or if they’re even alive. That’s what really hurts.”

There was a long beat of silence, and then Dani was pressing herself to his face to hug him. “Oh, Blades.” she said, sounding so pained and sad.

Blades felt a hand on his back, and looked up to see Dreadwimg staring at him, a knowing look in his optics. “I’m truly sorry, little one. At least when I was separated from my brother, I could use the bond to tell he still lived.”

Blades could only whimper again, and then his team was gathering around him. Dreadwing stepped back to give them space, and he watched at the small, odd little family came together to comfort the distressed flyer.

Blades just shook, forced to finally confront the reality of the situation. He hadn’t let himself think about it, before now. Now really. But he’d finally been forced to and he wished he hadn’t. He just wanted his brothers back. He missed them. He didn’t protest as Boulder gathered him close, and instead curled in to take the comfort his teammates were offering. Eventually, he exhausted himself, and he slipped into a light recharge, dreaming of days long past.

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Another week passed, and they’d finally contacted Optimus. The Prime had in very brief details explained something about a fight for the restoration of Cybertron, before agreeing to come talk with Dreadwing. They had indeed talked when he’d arrived at the island, and the Prime had agreed with Dreadwing’s continued presence here as long as the Burns agreed, and as long as the Seeker informed him before leaving Griffin Rock. Dreadwing had agreed to those terms, and the Prime had taken his leave once more.

Now, the Seeker was finally fully settled in the little bunker. It wasn’t an impressive space, but he wouldn’t be picky. Currently, it was late night, and the humans were asleep and the younglings in recharge. Or at least, most of them were. The little copter was missing. Dreadwing had noticed how he’d seemed more withdrawn ever since he’d confessed to being gestalt. The Seeker couldn’t blame the poor mechling, not really. So, when he realized the little bot was missing, he only sighed and went to search for him.

He found Blades in the courtyard by the firehouse, sitting on the ground and staring at the stars. He sat himself next to the youngling, frowning. “You should be recharging, little one.”

Blades looked at him, then back up. “I can’t. I keep remembering.” he sounded miserable.

Dreadwinf sighed. “Tell me, then. What is is that scares you more: holding on to hope that your brothers still live, or believing in the chance that they have been offlined?”

Blades flinched. “I don’t know. Both hurt.” he whispered. “Dreadwing, the last thing they ever felt from me was fear. What if they thought I was being hunted and killed like the other off world Rescue Bot teams? I asked Optimus when he was here. I know the Rescue Force massacre happened a only about an orn after we went into stasis.”

Dreadwing stilled, considering. That was a very likely scenario. “I do not know what they thought.” he said honestly. “Perhaps they did believe that. Perhaps they held o to hope that you escaped and searched for you. Perhaps they search for you still. Perhaps they were offlined in the War.” he sighed. “I cannot give you the answers, little one. Cybertron’s children are scattered, and I would not know where to tell you to begin searching, even if I knew for certain they were alive.”

Blades whimpered, and Dreadwing wasn’t surprised when the youngling turned to curl into his side. The Seeker draped an arm over the shaking shoulders and quivering rotors, holding the mechling close as he grieved. He wished he could help Blades more, but the truth was that he couldn’t. No one could. Blades would have to decide how to handle this himself.

As the youngling shook against his side, Dreadwing lifted his own gaze to the stars.

Can you see me, Skyquake? Would you approve of this? I would hope so. These mechlings need proper guidance, and the Prime refuses to give it. Starscream can wait. I hope you can forgive me for making you wait for your vengeance.

Blades hiccuped against him, curling even tighter against his side, and Dreadwing gently petted the trembling rotors. Slowly, the smaller flyer relaxed, until he had eventually slipped into recharge while tucked into the Seeker’s side.

Dreadwing stared at him for a long moment, then left out an breath of a chuckle and turned his gaze back up.

Primus, I’ve gone soft.

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Holy crap it’s done. I finished it. I hope my asker is happy. That was a monster and a half. It was fun to write, and I very much enjoyed it, but dear god was it long. My muse kept screaming ideas at me the whole time. Seriously you have no idea.

Also, can you all tell Blades is my favorite? Can you tell? Because he is. I adore him. I hope you don’t mind that I included the Protectobot Blades idea in. I’ve seen it floating around a few other places before now, so the idea isn’t originally mine, but I really like it and I think it fits with his character, so here we are.

With that done, I’m off to finish my next ask box prompt. It should be up in the next couple days. It will be nowhere as long as this one. In fact, most ask box fics will even get two posts long, so don’t get used to this.

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If I remember correctly, “I’ve got you” was the phrase Starscream used the most to comfort you and now I wonder what does your s/i say or do to comfort him?

This is so sweet oh my god?? You remember that?? 🥺🥺🥺 Wow, thank you!!

Well!! We have a lot of mutual promises, and "I've got you" is definitely one we'd say to each other often (though it comes out of his mouth a bit more than mine)

But I do like to imagine my S/I saying just for him, while holding his face in her very little hands, in a very very serious tone, "I'm never letting anything happen to you".

And he kind of chuckles at this almost every time, because, well, she's so small, there's no way she can actually defend him by punching another bot out of his way or something. And primus forbid anyone sees him as a victim -- even if he is one, he doesn't want attention drawn to that, much less the reason why he is a victim of abuse in the first place and to whom... but he knows what she means.

She's going to be there for him, basically, whether it's when he's in physical danger or if he's falling apart emotionally (especially after the patch episode, that shit fucked him UP). When he's lurking around outside, she makes sure the Autobots are led away from him. She's going to keep throwing herself into harm's way, recklessly - including clambering over his chassis armor when he's knocked down onto the ground, Megatron looming over him ready to swing another punch at him - and he really, really, really doesn't want her to do that, but she does. Constantly.

It helps that the warlord has a certain "fondness" for her, if you can call it that, so he likes to watch her get all scared and protective over other bots before he pretends to be like "oh, alright, you've convinced me, I'll back off, my resilient little warrior <3" he sees it as a game and he loves toying with her like that. Sometimes, when he's in a bad mood, he'll pick a fight with some random Vehicon just to see if Keri's gonna run to their "rescue". He gets a good laugh out of it. But it still keeps Starscream safe, at least most of the time, and that's all that matters to her. As long as she's around, Starscream can't be touched.

Another thing she'll say to him isn't really a repeated phrase, but always something along the lines of "I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for you". Someone always leaves him, whether it's by a gruesome death from the war or dropping him entirely through some form of betrayal - and let's face it, Starscream doesn't have the greatest social skills, and he's a Decepticon. Decepticons don't really have friends, let alone healthy romantic relationships?? How is he supposed to grow to care about what he's supposed to do/say to keep a positive interaction afloat?? He's bound to say the wrong thing. And so will she! But she promises she's not gonna just up and abandon him because he messes up a couple times - she knows what's in his spark. Plus... she's seen him murder right in front of her, she knows what's up...... if she wanted to leave him for something absolutely atrocious, she would have just done so a loooong time ago.

#also #LOTS of very very gentle faceplate touching #she holds her hands out and he automatically presses his face to her palms #i thought of that BEFORE i saw the bumblebee movie #and after seeing that on screen i was like OH I FEEL SO VALIDATED #TRANSFORMERS + GENTLE FACE TOUCHING #also lots of reassurances that they will rule the world together #always phrasing it like 'the universe in YOUR hands'#conquer anything and everything together amiright #this was such a sweet question anon thank u!!!!!!#anonymous #asks #keepsake #self insert asks #💕 Two falling stars ✨#also im sorry i didnt proofread this its 3am so im a little 'aaaaaa'

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I got another request for the hostage prompt! The previous posts will be linked below, but here's the newest of the lineup!

Part One: Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: You're Here!

Perceptor

·You knew better than most how to keep a lid on impulsive actions, a trait that has both served you well and made your relationship with the stoic microscope develop quite quickly. However, like your partner, you absolutely have limits. As you enter what feels like the millionth hour of your captivity, you can feel yourself reaching them. There's plenty of stressors to account for the growing rage in your body, but you know the biggest is the bot keeping you prisoner as a part of their foolish scheme to get quick cash for the Lost Light's "beloved mascot". Particularly, their endless taunting of your partner is proving too much to endure, and you can feel your boiling point coming in fast. One final quip about Perceptor's "useless" alt mode proves to be your ignition point.

·Though you're hardly an intimidating figure dangling from your chains, your voice erupts with enough fury to draw your captor's attention without hesitation, and you use that undivided attention to let them know exactly how you feel. Firstly on your list of grievances is their juvenile and ear grating attempts to be clever while insulting your beloved scientist. "Do you know anything about warping reality? Time traveling? Rearranging molecules?! No?! Then what makes you think you're fit to look down on someone who can?!" There's no reply beyond shocked gaping, giving you the freedom to continue and let out everything you've been building up for the past few hours, particularly in regards to comments made on your own relationship. "Let's not forget; mocking him for dating a human? Big talk coming from some isolated loser in a cave!"

·You're not at all intimidated when the bad bot abandons their communication console to try threatening you into silence, even as they raise their hand with the supposed intent to strike. You only laugh at the exhausting absurdity of it all. Will they really risk losing their one shield against the entire Lost Light? Newsflash; you're the only thing standing between them and some of the toughest (and thanks to them; angriest) bots in the galaxy! Oh, and the one leading that charge, your paramour and soon to be rescuer? If bending physics to his will isn't sufficient, he can always go for the next best option, sniping. "Did you know he's the best sniper the Autobots have ever seen? He can probably hit the tiny, almost nonexistent processor of yours that came up with this plan! He works miracles with that gun!"

·Unable to silence you, the bad bot is looking torn between fear and anger at your defiant but very true words. Finding shouting to be a breath of fresh air, you decide to keep going, having more fun than you've had in ages talking up your beloved and underappreciated partner. "Heck, Percy doesn't even need to stage a rescue! He's stabilized and destabilized entire timelines, maybe he's rewriting history as we speak! Maybe he'll make it so you prevent your own forging; I can't wait to find out!" At the somewhat exaggerated but not at all impossible threat, your captor makes some excuse and starts up their security measures, looking beyond paranoid at the prospect of being erased. You go off on another tangent, this time regarding Perceptor's precision in finding "other" important targets in less innocent ways, but are stopped by an unexpected power outage plunging everything into darkness.

·There's a great deal of noise immediately following, but what stands out is a series of powerful gunshots, all of which ring out just before security turrets burst into pieces in the darkened cave. Amidst the chaos you hear your captor cry out and fall, but when the lights flicker on a moment later you see they've been immobilized but left otherwise unharmed by a perfectly placed shot. Crewmembers swarm the area in seconds, and before you can blink in the awe inspiring calculation of the plan that's just unfolded before you, there's a beautiful blue visor at your eye level. Perceptor is actually smiling, albeit softly, as he holsters his rifle and cuts you free. Plopping into his cupped hands, you swear the stoic scientist looks happier than you've ever seen him the entire walk back to the ship, his smile never leaving his face in the hours that come after your rescue.

·Percy is, by his standards, effusive in his love and affection going forward. There's no way to predict when he'll lift you for a loving nuzzle or a gentle kiss, so you grow to expect them always, as it's hardly a burden to be so loved. In a rare moment of isolation afterwards, a bot quietly informs you of something that happened while you were held hostage. Perceptor had actually shed tears when he heard you speak, albeit only a few, but his raw emotion at your defense has been obvious to everyone. No one had ever done such a thing for him, and it seemed the reality of your affection had overwhelmed him. Clearly he's still not used to being loved. Touched by the thought, you make an effort to be equally loving in the future, and he absolutely deserves it. You love this bot, alt mode and all. It's hard not to dare anyone to try and deny your obvious love for a bot so deserving of it.

Rung

·Like your quiet partner, you're a very even tempered individual, and thus yelling tends to be an absolute last resort. Some find it almost impossible to get a rise out of you. But today? Chained up against your will and listening to some bully taunt your friends and partner for hours on end? No one could blame you for lashing out after enduring a few minutes, let alone hours. Yet, for the sake of keeping the situation under control, you'd actually managed to keep a lid on your rage and frustration for some time. It wasn't until your captor had begun reverting to taunting Rung by purposefully getting his name wrong that you'd snapped, red filling your vision as the bully gleefully mocked your partner with what agonized him the most. All bets were now officially off.

·Had you been able to free yourself, you'd have probably attempted to turn your chains on your captor, but as it was you released your fury purely by shouting. First, you called them out for being such a juvenile and pathetic individual they'd felt the need to gloat despite having secured you already. Clearly they've got some serious self confidence issues if they need to hide behind a hostage to boast! Barely pausing for breath, you glare right into their shocked expression as you lay into them for mocking your partner, spelling and enunciating his name since they seem to be having so much trouble with a four letter word. The bad bot is still so surprised they haven't quite gathered themself from the initial shock until they're across the cave and in your face.

·When they refer to Rung as a "weakling" however, they unleash a fresh wave of rage. Do they actually know who they're talking about?! Rung?! The bot who walks away from crashes with only cuts and bruises? Not to mention; he's quite capable with a spear, does this bot even know what he's in for?! "I understand pronouncing his name right may be a bit beyond you, but did you even bother to look into him at all? He's been analyzing bots longer than you've been alive! He knows your next move before you do! He's saved our entire reality by talking!!" Admittedly the passion for your partner provides ample fuel for you to keep talking, as the poor bot is dealt bad hands far too often to have to put up with jerks like this.

·At threats to be silent you're only emboldened, as it's clear you're making quite a dent in your captor's confidence. Knowing they can't risk hurting you, and being too fed up to care if they try, you continue on your valiant crusade. "Rung has been a therapist for the toughest bots in the galaxy during their biggest emotional crises! Forget letting fear stop him, you could be ten times the villain you are and he wouldn't flinch!" Though your partner may not be one to inspire fear, particularly as his best traits are his endless ability to forgive and boundless compassion, you go off on those features regardless. There's nothing you don't want to go on about to flaunt what an incredible bot you're dating. On a roll, you start to get into what unexpected prowess he has in "late night sessions" when the door built into the cave suddenly implodes just as your captor is attempting to flee.

·In the rush of bots that destroy the security systems and pounce on the captor to get a punch in for making fun of their friend, you're suddenly lifted by tender and loving hands to look into a brilliant pair of bespectacled optics, and you realize that Rung has never before looked so wonderfully happy. There's a depth of emotion new to him as he uses a laser scalpel to carefully cut you free, and you're compelled to hug him tightly as he holds you close, his spark almost singing into your ear as you cuddle him. Gentle reasurances that you're fine now, that he loves you, and that you don't need to worry about being taken ever again are whispered the entire walk back to the ship. You'd swear he has a tone that borders on reverence. Frankly you're just happy to be free and back with him, though you're amused by how boundless his love for you is in the following days. Rung barely lets you walk anywhere and showers you with kisses every chance he gets.

·In a rare moment of solitude, a bot takes advantage of the opportunity to let you know something very important, saying that you deserve to hear what happened while you were kidnapped. Though he remained as in control as ever, it had been obvious to the entire ship he'd been wracked with guilt and worry from the start, and that hearing your captor taunt him had only made the torment worse. Your outburst had actually driven him to jump up and put his glasses back on, his stoic exterior shattering as his jaw dropped in shock and awe. He's so accustomed to being forgotten, that to be defended so aggressively doesn't initially compute. Witnesses swear he lit up in a blush that rivaled the Matrix at full power. He'd worried immensely for you of course, but hearing the intensity of your love for him... Some would swear afterwards he'd shed tears.

Skids

·Your partner does not take anything lying down, but unfortunately enough for you, you're dangling from chains and in a rather precarious situation to boot. Though you'd like to lay into the bot keeping you prisoner, logic is winning for now. It doesn't take a genius to know you're in no place to get mouthy. Not that said strategy is at all easy; your captor is a gigantic jerk! They've been bragging to your poor friends for hours, with a special taunting emphasis on Skids and his "inability" to protect his small human significant other. Rage begins to boil just below the surface before long, yet a commitment to keeping a lid on the feeling works surprisingly well for a while. However, you blow your top the second your captor makes a jab about Skids having to resort to human companionship in the wake of his "amnesia leaving him no friends to speak of".

·Having spent plenty of time getting tipsy with your lover, you've picked up his brilliant talent for cursing and allow it to run free. The wave of profanity alone is enough to make your captor freeze, to say nothing of your incredible volume and the unyielding rage in your voice. "Are you KIDDING me you cheap knock off of a forgetable movie villain?! You're picking on his amnesia?! Skids doesn't need many memories to know how to kick your scrawny aft!" There's so much anger you're actually surprised by the depths of your own rage, but letting it out just feels too good for you to care, so you let the love for your partner fuel the tirade on his behalf.

·Far too angry to even register fear, you don't tone it down in the slightest when commanded to shut up. If anything, it only incenses you further. What, can they not handle a target capable of talking back? Did their brilliant plan not account for people not falling for their tough guy act? Because if so, they're really screwed once Skids gets here. He knows how to move covertly on their own ship, what makes this jerk think they'll see him coming? And these useless defense systems won't save them, your partner has torn through way more and come out intact! "He's squared up against whole squadrons and not flinched, what makes you think you stand a chance?! He knows I can handle myself long enough to take care of you!"

·Wishing you had a drink to help the words flow a little smoother, you nevertheless find great satisfaction in the pause you're giving your captor. Clearly they hadn't looked into Skids deeply enough before kidnapping his beloved little partner. Still, you're far from done with getting even. This loser insulted the greatest and most confounding mystery of the bot you love, and you have no intention of letting that go. As they go off to recalibrate their insufficient security systems, you start to go on about how Skids acts on instinct in combat, to the point he's like nothing most bots have ever seen. You're so fired up you almost start to gush over his natural prowess and instinctive drive in the bedroom when a most peculiar sound silences you along with everything else.

·From a climate control vent carved straight into the rock overhead, there's a loud rumble before the cover simply falls off, crashing to the ground before a blue blur tumbles out to start swinging a sword. You'd swear that a single blink is all it takes before Lost Light crewmembers start pouring in as backup. There's just enough time for you to see your captor captured in a most indignifying way before a thick accent is laughing with delight upon seeing you. The flash of a blade follows and you're caught in cupped servos that bring you in for a powerful hug, leaving you laughing helplessly in turn as your beloved begins gushing over you in the accent you so adore. Skids is positively beaming the entire trip back to the ship, his smile absolutely radiant as he goes back and forth between declaring his love and praising everything about you.

·While he's always been affectionate, the lovable bot amps it up to new levels over the course of the next few days. Cuddles happen almost every minute he's with you, and frequent trips to Swerve's see him treating you with every drink you want and becoming a flustered mess that stares at you in lovestruck awe. When he goes to fetch another round one night, a happy bystander let's you know he was shattered by your kidnapping, only to turn around at your show of utter bravery and devotion. Anger had turned to awe at how his tiny partner had stood up for him, bringing a kind of peace to him that went beyond reasurance you were okay. Having heard you defend him, despite him being a bot with no past, had made him truly see that he could indeed be worth something just for being what he was. Someone as wonderful as you wouldn't want him otherwise.

#my writing #my asks #requests #transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light imagine #lostlight #lost light #ll #idw #tf #perceptor x reader #rung x reader #skids x reader #human reader #self insert #transformers imagine

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guardiangamer · 2 years

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"Thanks for taking me out, Nagito. But seriously, where are we going?"

"I saaaaaid-" Nagito swishes his coat of off nanami's observation bot, and a bit of dust flies with it. So her camera wasn't actually turned off, after all?

Chiaki blinks, preparing for bright light, but it's actually...quite dark in here? There's just a dim light, sitting on a night stand, ceramic with stars carved into its shade.

"Wait...are we in your house?!" Chiaki's voice perks up, alert. She's never been to Nagito's abode before!

Nagito sits criss cross applesauce across from the bot on the floor, and settles his cheek on his palm.

"Since I'm always invading your home, Nanami-san, I only thought it was fair." He smiles shyly, trying not to have the smile noticed. He definitely wasn't thinking about how silly Chiaki looked in the little orb, not at all!!

...Maybe I should make it a tiny wig, he thinks to himself. He can't stop picturing it now, which has made this even more difficult.

But, Chiaki being like this actually made her a bit easier to talk to. She wasn't as scary as a full person, to Nagito. He could tell her things...a little. It wasn't like burdening one of his human comrades, right?

...But then again, that feels wrong. Chiaki is his friend! She's not just a machine. Maybe Chiaki is just easier to talk to in general. By just a little tiny bit. By a marginal fraction. But, she also perplexed him. She always wants to spend so much time together. Why would she spend her time with him when she had the choice of any other classmate, or heck, the other people in the steadily rising NeoWorld population?

He feels guilty about it, wasting her time. But hearing her voice also warms his heart. She's not the same person, exactly. But she sounds so much like the Nanami he once knew, and the one he had desperately missed all this time, and she IS the current Nanami he's becoming friends with. She IS the Nanami he tried to rescue, and she IS the Nanami who has helped teach him to be better than he once was.

“But I like when you come over, Komaeda-kun! You’re one of my favorite people to see!” She puts her fists up to her chest and waves them side to side, causing the bot to make a little happy jingle.

Komaeda pauses, looking a bit troubled for a brief moment. He smiles sadly. “Ah, well...That’s an awfully high compliment for someone as low as me...”

“Nagito.”

He furrows his brow.

“Nagito. Did you know that I can’t write?”

“...”

“Seriously! If you gave me a pen and paper right now, it would look like a toddler wrote it. Hey, stop laughing! It’s true!”

“I couldn’t type before either, Nagito. Not until the chat function was installed, and you taught me how! You’re so busy, but you were the first one willing to take a break from work to accomplish that task!”

Komaeda stares at the bot, puzzled. “Meaning...???”

“If you weren’t there, I wouldn’t know how to type right now!”

“And the significance of that is? I just happened to be the one off work that day. Anyone could have done it. And given how many typos you make, I really didn’t teach you proficiently...”

“hhhhmmph. Nagito, the point isn’t that you had spare time, the point is that you spent it helping me!”

“Ah, it’s the least someone so purposeless like me can do!” He waves it off.

“Nagito...you’re not listening to me.” Her voice lowers in disappointment, and oh gosh, there’s that pang of guilt again-

“I like that you’re the one that taught me type. You made me laugh and never shamed me for all the trouble I was having. I like when you’re around. And if I like being around you, and you do favors for me, surely it isn’t a waste to invest my time in you likewise, right? As long as you enjoy seeing me, too, right?” Chiaki sounds hopeful, and Nagito feels like a puppy is staring right at him.

“...I don’t mind your company.” He mumbles. He starts to open his mouth again-

“Well, what’s the problem in that, then?” She says it as more of a statement than a question, because she knows how Nagito would respond, anyway. Sometimes...you have to cut him off for him to absorb anything.

A moment of silence passes. “I like your lamp, Nagito. Wait a minute...did you make that? It looks kind of homemade.”

“Haah, no way. Hajime made that. I can only imagine what clay would look like after meeting my touch....”

“Now I want to bring you a gift, too... eventually, right?” Chiaki gives a thumbs up, another emote displaying on the mini LCD.

Chiaki points around the room, and it turns out SEVERAL other things were a gift from Hajime. She laughs, knowingly.

“...Does my room look bad?” He looks oddly distraught his taste is being questioned for someone who puts himself down every other sentence.

“No, no! I was just thinking, it’s sweet that Hajime brings you so many gifts.”

Nagito bites his cheek and mumbles “somethingsomething living together.”

Chiaki’s eyes light up mischievously. “Ohhhh, what was that? Can you say it a little louder?”

Nagito rolls his eyes and starts to get fustured, before taking a deep breath to compose himself. “I said, Hajime and I are living together, now.”

“Oh. What a surprise!” (it was in no way a surprise.)

“So, who carried who over the threshold?” Chiaki i using her sensors to sit next to Komaeda on the bed, leaning in teasingly towards him. He can’t lityerally feel it. But he can feel it. He can always feel her tormenting him.

“Oh, don’t you start-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Hearing you guys live together now makes me really happy. It means you’re looking out for one another. You know I really care about you both.”

“Ah...” Komaeda purses his lips again, looking at the floor thoughtfully, before finally speaking again.

“I’m happy everyone’s looking out for you too, Nanami-san. Really. We all talk about you a lot...everyone takes time off work to improve the NeoWorld for you, Nanami. Mioda wants to add more BGMs to the businesses, Mahiru is desinging new locations, Souda and Hajime are still hard at work figuring out a body for you...”

Chiaki spots something next to the lamp. A teeny-tiny galaga spaceship. A hairclip, or a pin, maybe? She didn’t know Komaeda liked that game.

Oh. It looks exactly like her own.

Chiaki feels a sting in her chest. “Was that hers?”

“Yeah...Izuru kept it, and then Hajime held onto it. I didn’t know he had it until recently...But when he moved in, he put it here. And...”

Nagito smiles a wobbly smile. “It felt right to put it here. Because...she would want to be looking after us, too.”

“Nagito?”

“Yeah?”

“When my body is finished...keep it. Don’t give me her hairclip, okay?”

Komaeda smiles and pats the top of observabot. “I wasn’t planning on it. You’re you, Nanami-san. I know you’re a different person.”

“Did you...feel close to her?”

“Yeah. She was my first real friend...she never treated me like I was strange. I felt like I could tell her things, in a way. She was good at understanding what I meant without me having to truly say it.”

“Do you feel like you can tell me things?”

“I do.”

“Can...you be honest with me then, Nagito? We never know how much time we’ll get to be together. So I don’t want us to waste any time lying to each other anymore...” Chiaki inhales sharply.

“You’re sick...aren’t you?”

Nagito looks at the floor with a solemn acceptance. “I am.”

“How much longer do you have?”

“We don’t know. Hajime and some of the other ultimates are working to cure me, but we don’t know. I’m feeling a little better than I used to, though.”

“Thanks for telling me the truth, Nagito...” Chiaki wants to cry, but hides it best she can, for Nagito’s sake.

“Worst case scenario, I can always come live with you, hm?” Nagito nudges the bot lovingly.

“...That would be nice...but I want you to live your human life, okay? Try your best to take care of yourself, okay? I know sometimes...that’s hard for you. But would you promise me?”

“I can at least try.” Nagito nods.

“Nagito?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Of course.”

#cyberadventure! {ic post}#day out with nagito #third person posting #komanami

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petitelepus · 3 years

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Yo, LL manages to save their liason from the SG universe, what's the (rescue +) aftermath like? I want to see some angst with the bots as their liason is completely broken and traumatized and quite possibly a little bit insane and won't trust anything anymore.

WARNING: ABUSE, STOCKHOLMS SYNDROME.

"How's it going Brainstorm, Perceptor?" Rodimus asked as the two scientists worked their afts off in an attempt to save you from their evil counterparts.

"Just about done captain!" Brainstorm said while inputting codes into the supercomputer they had prepared for the occasion. The bright orange mech nodded, before looking and scowling at your counter version who had been tied in the strictest straitjacket after their attempt to sabotage the rescue.

"You're all wasting your time!" They shouted before cackling like a fucking drunk hyena. "There is no doubt that Rodimus, my Rodimus threw your little liaison to others to play with. You'll be lucky if liaison will be even able to talk after what others have done to them!"

"Shut up!" Rodimus was having trouble keeping his anger in check. Your evil version had been living with them who knows how long and honestly, every mech and femme in Lost Light felt fooled by your evil side's fake facade that they used to trick the crew.

The only one who saw through them was Whirl and no one believed him because it was Whirl. It took a long conversation with Cyclonus who appeared to be the only one who believed the empurata survivor and together they had tricked your evil side to show their true dark colors.

"Alright, I think we are done!" Brainstorm finally exclaimed and he joined Rodimus and Perceptor at the base of their universal portal gun.

"Are you sure it works?"

"Absolutely. Two of the greatest scientist made it after all." Perceptor nodded and Brainstorm beamed at being called genius but the situation demanded everyone's full attention. Rodimus nodded as he called everyone to come where he was. It didn't take long for the rescue party to get there.

Whirl and Cyclonus had been among the first ones who wanted to save you, followed by Megatron as he felt it was his fault that you had ended into this whole mess. If you hadn't become his guardian then you would never have ended in such a mess back on Earth. Drift was there also since you had been abducted while he was watching after you. He had to come. Ultra Magnus wanted to come, but someone had to look after the spaceship and he was honestly best suited for it at the moment.

Taking in all the mechs ready rescue you, Rodimus picked up your evil twin and nodded to Brainstorm and Perceptor. "Start it up."

The two scientists entered coordinates and the huge machine rumbled as it collected electricity all around itself until it reached its peak and shot out a beam that tore the line between the two universes apart. The Autobots looked at each other and lead by Rodimus they entered one by one into the other evil universe.

"Find them quickly, the longer the portal is open the more it might twist our realms!" Perceptor shouted. Rodimus looked at Megatron and Cyclonus. "You two stay here and watch that no one comes or crosses the universe!"

The two former Decepticons nodded and took their spots around the tear, protecting it the best way they could. Rodimus glanced at Drift and Whirl. "We will stay together since we don't know what we are against here."

"I tell you! Murderers, manipulators, and assholes, but mainly murderers!" The other you yelled and Whirl squinted his only optic at the evil human. "If it was left to me, you would be dead fleshie!"

"Oooh, I'm so scared! Don't you think my Whirl hasn't tried that before?" Other you grinned wickedly. "I can't wait to see what he has done to my better half."

"You little-!"

"Calm yourself Whirl!" Drift placed a hand on the blue mech's shoulder. "We must work together now. Don't let them get under your armor. Don't give them the upper hand."

The flyer glared at other you, but nodded and pulled back as the three of them ventured into the other Lost Light. Everything looked the same except for some occasional dent on the wall or suspicious-looking splat of energon. They had no idea where you could have been.

"Hey?" Drift said your other self and they shot a glare at the swordmech. "What?"

"You can make this easier and tell us where our liaison could be."

Your other half grinned maliciously. "Oh, there are way too many places! They could be a wet splatter of blood on a firing range where Deadlock likes to shoot anything that moves and has a heartbeat."

"Rung could have taken a liking to them, but where there is Rung there is Whirl close by. If not, he might have taken doctor's privileges to practice some lobotomy perhaps?"

"The best thing to them maybe if Tailgate got his hands on them first. He likes humans, has had a TON of them as pets. You know when you see something so cute you wanna squeeze the life out of it? Petite things we humans are, aren't we?"

"Fragger is enjoying this!" Whirl shouted in fury, but then they all heard something. Clapping. The three Autobots quickly looked at the source of the noise and saw a dark blue mech at the end of the hall, clapping his hands together as he emerged from the darkness.

"My, I see that you got yourself a nasty case of a disobeying human there."

"Rung?"

"Eyebrows?"

"No one has called me that and made the same mistake twice." The other Rung smiled and looked at the other you.

"Liason." He smiled, "My how I have dreamed of seeing you tied like that."

"Psych," Your evil version nodded towards evil Rung, but they didn't stop there. "And psycho."

Suddenly another mech emerged from the darkness, this one red and-! Empurata survivor. Whirl's only optic widened as he took in his counterpart. The red mech glared back at his blue version and tension rose. Rodimus cleared his intake to get the bad guys' attention and he lifted other you for them to see.

"Listen, we just want our liaison back and you can have yours back." The orange Autobot said and the blue Rung tilted his head. "Really now? Give us a reason to switch."

"Well... This one is yours and you have ours?"

"Ah, you sound so juvenile captain Rodimus. Much like ours."

"Enough, where is our friend?" Drift stepped up and Rung smiled as he took a step aside and let red Whirld open his cockpit. The three good Autobots were shocked to see you there, sitting inside the evil mech's chest, unconscious but otherwise unharmed. There was a click and Whirl suddenly pulled his gun out before anyone could stop him and pointed them at the evil Rung and Whirl.

"Hand them over or I'll paint the walls with your energon!" The flyer shouted. Rung chuckled and gently picked your unconscious body from his partner's cockpit. "You wouldn't shoot us when we have your precious human on my arms?"

"Try me."

"Whirl, no!" Rodimus and Drift shouted and your evil twin laughed, "Yes, shoot them!"

The blue Autobot growled but in the end, he lowered his weapons. "Just... Give them back."

"Hah! You're just as stupid as you look!" The evil you laughed wickedly, "Like Hell these bastards would-!"

"You have a deal." Rung suddenly said and everyone froze as he picked you up. Your evil counterpart turned their wide gaze into their Rung. "What the fuck!? You're going to give up so easily!?"

The mechs ignored you as Rung approached the good Autobots and held you for them. "Take them. We want what's ours."

"You can't be serious!" Evil you shouted as they were handed to their own Rung. They glared at the psychiatrist and grinned viciously. "You will never break me...!"

The blue bot smiled maliciously right back at them. "Darling, you should know that I enjoy challenges." He glanced at your rescue party and smiled. "It was a pleasure working with you. Give my best regards to my counterpart. I'm sure he will enjoy his time with your liaison."

And just like that, the evil Autobots turned and took their leave, while your counterpart kept insults coming on everyone. Rodimus looked at you in his hands. You looked so weak and vulnerable, his spark ached. Whirl felt the same way, but he would never tell that.

"Roddy, we have to go now!" Drift pulled both bots out of their pity party and they all quickly returned to the portal, only to be surprised by the number of unconscious mechs lying around in Megatron's and Cyclonus' pedes.

"We got company so we took care of them," Megatron said and it was enough for them all. They all went through the portal back to your universe and as soon as they made it out, Perceptor shut the gap between your worlds. As soon as they were safe, Rodimus transformed and drove as fast as he could to the medbay where Ratchet was waiting for them.

"Please, heal them!" The captain cried and Ratchet took your body into his hands and laid you on the surgeon's table. He carefully took in your vitals and came to the conclusion that you were perfectly healthy. Some bumps and bruises, but no broken bones or serious like that. At least with your body.

"I don't see anything wrong with them. No matter what happened, they kept our human in good shape." Ratchet said and Rodimus sighed in relief. The sensation was short-lived as you started to come by. Rodimus was beaming happily as he watched your pretty eyes flutter open and take in the surroundings.

"Wh- where...?" You stuttered weakly as your eyes fluttered open and you looked around but when your eyes fell on Ratchet and you suddenly screamed bloody murder.

"I'm sorry Ratchet, I'm sorry!" You cried in horror and quickly twisted your body so you were kneeling before the medic and to everyone's horror you started to bang your forehead against the hard solid metal bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what came to me! I didn't mean to offend you!"

"H- hey, stop!" Rodimus shouted grabbing you before you could do any damage but you had managed to cut your forehead as blood dripped down your face. The moment your eyes landed on Rodimus and registered what you were sawing it was like a switch was clicked in your head.

"R- Rodimus!" You cried out before you suddenly hiccupped and your body went limp before suddenly jolting up like you had gotten an electric shock. "P- please captain...! Let me go...!" You whimpered like you were afraid for your life. Speechless Rodimus glanced at the medic and Ratchet nodded, already comming to Rung to quickly come to medbay.

"I'm here!" The orange mech exclaimed as he stepped inside the medbay and your eyes locked together. Rung's optics widened behind his glasses and you smiled coyly at him.

"Rung...! My beloved, where were you hiding all this time? Why did you leave me alone?" You looked at Rung like he was your own personal universe and this sent alarm bells ringing in the mech's head. You were friends but you never talked like that to anyone. You attempted to jump to him but Rodimus quickly caught you before you could break anything.

"How long have they acted like this?" The psychiatrist asked and Rodimus placed you into Rung's hands. "It was like they were a completely different person!"

The orange mech blinked at you as you winked at him. "Will we have fun with Whirl again, master Rung?"

Rung swallowed hard as he looked at you and smiled lightly. "It's okay, I'll take you to our room and change a couple of words with captains." He said and just like the switch was turned in you, you suddenly turned fearfully of everyone surrounding you. "Pl- please no! R- Rung, no, please, don't leave me alone!"

The psychiatrist tried to give you to someone else even for a second but the moment he tried that, you turned defensive, kicking and sending everything else flying instead of letting them touch you.

Not seeing any better way out of their situations, you were locked into your old habsuite while Rodius, Megatron, and Ultra Magnus went to Rung's private meeting.

"You won't like what I have to tell you." The orange mech warned and Rodimus scowled. "So just tell us! That's wrong in them!?"

"Well, captain... The liaison was exposed to extreme situations that their mind simply couldn't handle on their own so they resorted to finding shelter from my and Whirl's alternative universe versions. By the way she reacted, I think she was manipulated to believe those two sought only their best interest, making them ignore all the red flags and learning to appeal to other Rung's and Whirl's liking."

"So...? They fell for your twins?" Rodimus asked.

"It's called Stockholm Syndrome back in Earth. It means that the victim developed feelings like loyalty, sympathy or even love towards their captor." Rung explained and Megatron groaned. "I'm familiar with those cases."

"You had someone fall for you?!" Rodimus gasped and the grey mech gave them a small nod. "Not for me per se, but some war prisoners would switch after learning the truth of the Decepticon cause."

"How do we treat them Rung?" Ultra Magnus asked, "You're the only one with so much knowledge of this."

"I'm afraid there isn't some miracle pill that could heal them." Rung shook his head and corrected his glasses. "Therapy sessions as much as I can offer and light medication incase they developed a depression or anxiety. I also must treat them for post-traumatic stress disorder that they probably suffered from other evil counterparts' treatment."

The captains and Magnus shared a look and they all nodded, agreeing with their decision. Megatron looked at Rung and nodded. "Do whatever you can Rung."

#transformers #mtmte #transformers mtmte #rodimus prime #megatron #rung #whirl #ultra magnus #cyclonus #drift #abuse #stockholm syndrome #anon #request #shattered glass

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jippy-kandi · 3 years

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Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 32: Soaring Hope (Review)

Thoughts on the thirty-second episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

Well, what a surprise! This was actually a pretty good episode.

The sound of Patamon running is so cute. And how he just plops over from exhaustion. XD; He actually might be my favourite Digimon in the reboot, lol.

Sora and Taichi came to the rescue in a pretty dynamic way! I loved it. The episode opened so great and got my attention right away. :D

YAMATO!!! I’m so happy to see you. :D Yamato: “I see, so you were able to join them. Were you hurt, Takeru?” Takeru: “I’m fine, but Patamon’s . . .” Agumon: “Patamon looks in pain.” Piyomon: “What’s wrong?” Taichi: “It’s probably the damage from fighting DarkKnightmon.” Yamato: “Takeru. I’m sure Patamon will get well soon. Until then, you stay by Patamon’s side.” Takeru: “Yeah! I will, Big Brother!” Yamato: “Taichi, I leave Takeru to you.” Now, on paper, this exchange seems good . . . but Yamato’s voice actor sounds really “off”? He honestly sounds like he doesn’t care about Takeru, LOL. Which is certainly a change from OG Yamato - who would be losing his damn shit right now. XD; I’m not sure if there’s “more to the story” and Yamato sounds “distracted” (more like disinterested, LOL) for a reason and we’ll find out later? Or this was a weird performance from the voice actor. Or the series really is making Yamato less of an overprotective brother. But it was really odd to me.

LMAO Mimi started a Digimon fight club!? XD; But OG Mimi was such a pacifist. XD;

Jou . . . is still just a joke and the series honestly thinks it’s doing him favours? Sigh. I really don’t like him.

Koushirou tags in to remind us all that he’s still just an info-dump bot. And he’s still going on about a threat that no one (us) cares about. Yawn. This better lead somewhere (to actual on-screen relevance/impact) . . .

LMAO Master Jedi Lopmon astral projects himself into Patamon’s dreams - Oh hello! I didn’t think we’d be seeing you again so soon. I really liked the whole sequence, though. Nicely done.

Why are Taichi and Sora peeking in on Takeru and Patamon? lol. Did they really need privacy here? How respectful of them - except not, because they’re still peeking in. XD;

Takeru and Patamon’s exchange ending with Takeru telling Patamon that he’ll always be by his side was super cute. I loved the story he shared about Yamato helping him swim. This is actually the material we love and need - and not Taichi fighting enemy #7872. Please, Toei, realise this? This is what keeps people engaged and interested in the story and its characters.

Forget the puny Fangmons, Cerberumon is a beast! He looks like a better, cooler, more awesome version of Garurumon! I wouldn’t mind if Yamato had him as his partner Digimon, haha. XD

The series has shown us that Agumon is able to Mega evolve at very little cost - and at pretty short intervals. Why doesn’t he just do so against an Ultimate Digimon? Is a non-Mega not worthy enough for him to Mega evolve against? XD; I know, I know, plot. But this is an issue I have with the series. It doesn’t do a good job at handling Digimon levels and threat levels in general. Everything just comes down to plot convenience in a lazy way. And yes, I’m complaining too much, so I’ll stop. XD;

MY POOR BABY SORA! They always take her out. :( Well, I just remember her frozen leg, lol. But of course she looks like she’s seriously injured, while Taichi also gets hit, falls, but still manages to have enough strength to hang onto the side. Yeah. He’s fucking Superman.

Awww, I really liked Patamon remembering his past and how much Takeru means to him. It was great. The Takeru/Patamon stuff this episode is A+ material.

But Pegasusmon was totally unexpected to me! I had a bit of a “jump the shark” feeling because of how much I didn’t think that could happen. XD; But it’s cool, I liked it. Rodeo Gallop totally should have killed Takeru or at least make him dizzy, though. XD;

Next episode preview: We’re going back to The Taichi Show? -_-; The main focus better be Hikari, though!

I enjoyed this episode a lot more than the last several episodes. It’s amazing how interesting the show is when it’s not just The Taichi Show (centered around a dull, generic, action hero protag). I’ve even accepted Takeru’s heightened courage and I’ve gone back to thinking he’s a cutie and liking him again. :P His bond with Patamon is really endearing. The flying pig is just too cute for words.

I know next episode “looks” like it should mostly be about Hikari, but as Taichi’s involved . . . I am prepared to go back to The Taichi Show again. Sigh. Please hurry up and reunite all the kids again, Toei. My interest can only wane so low.

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #takeru takaishi #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #sora takenouchi #review #screenshots #spoilers #what a surprise!

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naiad-dream-way · 3 years

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WiP previews

Goodness I have been in such a funk really lately.

Real life has been a drag and I have been moving from one WIP to another the last few weeks and not really making any progress on them lol.

So, figure I would share some of them.

Maybe sharing some bits will get a fire under me going and get one of these silly things done.

Just remember, these are rough, unedited so just enjoy these bits of pure, raw forms of writing before I ripped them apart later down the road

so here is one for 'Who Needs Rescue'

When they came back online, Heatwave thought it would like waking up from recharge. That they would be brought into Recuse HQ and he would have to give a report on their missions and what happen. He hated doing the reports and most offend than once did he pass the job off to Chase.

Then there would be medical check-ups, maybe be luck and get a couple solar cycles off before being assigned to another mission. The same thing over and over again.

Only, things weren’t the same.

“Oh nonononono, this can’t be happening! This has to be some kind of joke or something.”

“Would be a cruel one…”

Blades and Boulders’ words said it all. There in front of them were images of Cybertron. Their home.

Only it wasn’t their home anymore.

It didn’t appear to be the bright and lively planet he once knew. All his friends, bots he had worked with, his Lobbing team-mates, everyone he knew…all where gone. How cruel was Primus to them?

To be awoken from stasis on a world that was lightyears away from their own, to discover that Cybertron was in fact, dead, barren from a civil war that had ripped the planet to pieces. It was as if Heatwave was living a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.

Heatwave felt his jaw tighten, grinning his denta together. His servos tighten into fits, straining against his need to smash someone’s faceplate in. It took every wire and cable of his processor not to go crazy with rage, to find someone to blame and whoop their aft until their spark no longer flicker with life.

And here is a snippet of a bit from the Cellmate AU cause I just couldn't help but still touch that one.

“And where do you think you’re going?

Freezing mid-step, Sentinel turned around and there was Ratchet. The elder mech stood there with his arms cross over his chest and a look of a mixture of being tired and annoyance. Made Sentinel feel like he was back at boot camp again. Which is stupid. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. In fact, he was the ranking officer here so if anything, Sentinel should be the one asking questions and giving the orders.

Not sneaking around like some kind of sparkling.

But again, during his time on Earth, Sentinel found that ones doesn’t order around Ratchet.

“I thought I told you to leave him alone,” said Ratchet.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Again with the look.

“Ok ok,” said Sentinel, holding up his hands, yielding to the medic before he lowered them. “But its been long enough, don’t you think? I really need to talk to Optimus.”

“And I said to hold back the questioning until he become more comfortable with everything. The poor mech went through enough,” said Ratchet.

More comfortable? Why do they need to wait when they are wasting important time? Didn’t Ratchet realize that Megatron and his cronies were still out there and they could still be planning some kind of attack on Cybertron or other Autobot outposts. They needed to act now and try to crush the Cons now.

And Optimus is the key to do that.

Beside, his old buddy had to be wanting to get back at Megatron for his deception anyway. If Sentinel was in his pedes, he would want some kind of revenge. To be tricked and used to fight against your homeworld but an tyrant, manipulated into thinking that the Autobots were the enemies while the Cons were the on the side of Primus. Made Sentinel sick in his fuel tanks thinking about it.

Optimus had to want some kind of payback.

“Look, High Command is going to hear about Optimus and his 'coming back from the dead' and if he doesn’t want to appear to look like some turncoat than he going to have to tell us what he knows,” said Sentinel, putting his ‘I’m in charge so listen to me’ face and tone.

Which doesn’t really work on Ratchet.

“And I say that High Command and shove it up their tailpipe. Optimus can’t be held responsible for his actions since he didn’t know better. He was being influence by a master, who insolated Optimus into being the only mech he could trust. He is as much a victim as any PoW.”

Sentinel wasn’t sure High Command nor the Elite Guards were going to see it like that.

And finally...'Shuffling the Playlist', the guilty pleasure of my writing cause gosh darn it, I want Bulkhead stuff. If someone doesn't do it, than I might as well do it myself.

It was that moment of pure arrogance that made everything Powell had planned and plotted everything fall apart.

The moment he buckle up and looked over at the driver and the arena worker behind him, Powell smirked at the two, “Well, lets get going now.”

“Oh yeah, things are going now.”

With the doors locked, the sudden speed that the Bulkhead SHOULDN’T be driving at, Powell started to panic.

“What the hell!?” he screamed as the driver drove them right into the arena. They didn’t seem to care where they were going, crashing into the vans on displayed.

People took to screaming as the driver continue to plow right on through the rows of Bulkheads. Everyone dove away, trying to avoid being crush to death by the crazy person behind the wheel. Powell himself felt panic as the man behind him took to laughing his head off. As if this was some sort of a game.

Than the explosions happen.

It had been one of the many flaws that they had overlooked. When making vehicles that were created to serve police and the army into something to be mass produce to the public, one had to cut costs. They had used cheaper material, cut down on some safety features and a list of other things that Powell couldn’t process right now. In the end, there was no way that the Bulkheads were safe to drive in such a matter. They could flip over at 20mph going into a turn. The fuel tanks were bombs waiting to go off if they got into a crash.

It shouldn’t have gotten pass the safety tests. But, Powell knew that with the right amount of cash, anything could pass.

Now he was seeing what that small pile was costing him as the entire of the stadium floor was on fire with the vans he had been so easily to sell to the people of Detroit. All without a care of their lives.

He only care now cause it was his own life on the line.

“Stop! Stop!! Let me out!!!” screamed Powell, banging on the window.

“But aren’t you having fun? Isn’t this going to look great on the news,” laugh the man in the backseat.

Powell didn’t reply as he grabbed a hold of the handle and tried to open the door. No luck, he was locked inside this death trap.

“You’re all insane! These things are nothing more than overprice, gas guzzling machines of death!!! It’s going to blow!!!”

Reaching over, Powell attempted to stop the driver, try to remove his hands off the wheel. It didn’t work as their hands were like steel.

No, they were steel.

Grabbing the hood of the driver, Powell stared at the camera lens right in his face. No, no, this had to be some kind of trick. His stomach dropped as his world faded. The only thing was the screams of people outside trying to escape the carnage and the cruel laughter from inside the van.

“Smile! You’re on Candid Camera, fleshie!” bark the laugh from behind him.

Powell wiped his head around and felt more of a sense of dread as the hood was down as well. Now, he could see the small robot that sat right behind him ripped off his disguise.

“W-W-What…”

His vision of the blur, and for a few seconds it felt like he was riding one of those amusement rides. It didn’t last long and soon enough Powell found himself landing hard on the ground. Moaning, Powell looked up and saw all the horror.

Fires were surrounding them, people were screaming. Calls for love ones as everyone tried to make their way to escape. Scrambling onto his feet, Powell attempted escape himself. He had to get out of here, had to escape and try to covered this whole disaster. This whole disaster will ruin him.

Taking only a few steps, a giant metal panther got into his way. It snarled, baring it’s teeth at him. Letting out a scream, Powell turned right around and tried to run the other way, only to be stop by the robot in the back seat. This time there, there was two of them. Both the same but only different from the paint jobs. One being black and red and the other was blue and purple.

“Where do ya think ya’re going? The bosses hadn’t even talked to ya yet?” the black one sneered.

Didn’t even get a chance to ask who their bosses were when two giant shadows came over him. Powell, shaking and ready to piss himself, looked on up and in a moment felt as if this was some sort of cruel joke or karma or whatever bullshit that was his life right now.

It seems that the Autobots were really not happy with him.

Two of them stood over him now, both in a menacing fashion. Even more threatening matter as two flying robots circle above them. One seem to be shaped like a bird while another was a bat. One giant robots was new to him, a navy blue one that Powell didn’t recognize. Was it on the ship with all those other ones that arrive. Didn’t matter as it’s looked down at him with an expressionless face but Powell could still feel the hate coming off of it.

Than there was the green one.

The Autobot he gleeful used as a mass media campaign to sell the namesake vans cause Powell knew that they could get away with it. No way that there would be anything would go wrong. The Autobots were trying to all friendly and peaceful, couldn’t be seen as mean or hurtful to their human allies.

Powell was now starting to regret it as the green oaf sneered down with these now red eyes.

Looking ready to kill him.

Well, hoped you all enjoy these and really hope I can finish something soon lol.

If I could just focus on one of many...many WIP

#just a random post #Preview of WiP #transformers #rescue bots #transformers animated #tfa #cellmate au #shuffling au #Rescue Con Au

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buginateacup · 3 years

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Right. Let’s try this again shall we...

So. Roxanne is currently inhabitant numero 7 in the Lair. The first two being Megamind and Minion of course, three through six are the alligators and the bots “technically” don’t count as they’re a kind of hivemind thing.

Except for Pumpkin and Starlight. Who knows what’s going on with those two

Anyway.

Roxanne is living in the Lair, she’s got a week off work and by god she is going to do...something...about her feelings. What that something is? Nobody knows.

Least of all her.

But hey, there is a Swarm to hang out with and she doesn’t have to cook and her husband is very snuggly so far so good right?

Enter Aunt Helen. Well gatecrash. Well...look we need some kind of reason for Roxanne to yell about how wonderful Megamind is and ranting at xenophobic family members is always fun. So after Roxanne finds out the brain-bots have recategorised her as Designation Mama and Megamind has to rescue her from a very excited swarm its time to go back to the office because well shit there are MORE BOXES?

Does no one in this city have anything better to do than send them well wishes? Its getting creepy guys. Enough with the baby clothes already.

A wild Aunt Helen appears and its time for Roxanne to pay Megamind back for saying how much he loves her and how wonderful she is by doing the same mid rant and also sends herself into something of a spiral around family and self worth and feeling worthy of love and a whole mess.

So Megamind takes them for a drive to the lake where ooh remember that teaser I posted months ago about “tell me you love me?” Yeah that. This is gonna hurt kiddos I’m not gonna lie.

Of course Roxanne’s still under the impression he’s a very good liar and isn’t actually in love with her. And Megamind thinks she doesn’t love him.

They’re idiots your honour. Pining morons in love.

The other thing that happens is that Roxanne gets absolutely drenched by a speedboat that comes way too close to shore and lake water isn’t particularly healthy and she’s been under a lot of stress and is it any wonder she gets sick?

Roxanne doesn’t temperature regulate when she’s sick. This will mostly be played for laughs. I apologise for nothing.

Once she’s feeling better (and after she has essentially kicked Megamind out of bed for the weekend in the process, she feels pretty bad about that) she goes to apologise for kicking him out of his own bed an that somehow devolves into Megamind going into a guilt spiral about the cold and damp lair being no place for her to live and hands Roxanne the cash he won in Vegas and she storms out to find somewhere to live.

No dice.

She comes back home and they kind of dance around the issue for a bit before through a series of events including a punchingbag emblazoned with Metro Man’s face, supervillain capes and one or two other details I’m forgetting, Roxanne moves her stuff out of storage and into the Lair.

This is great except she’s not moving into the Lair per say, just storing her stuff here. Except then she gets an office.

Okay this is a lot more like moving in.

Have I mentioned these two soft idiots are finding it really hard to keep their hands to themselves? Because that’s a thing that keeps happening.

What it DOES lead to is a conversation between our two lovebirds where they finally admit uh...this is...kind of great? And I’m kind of into this? With you?

Is it wrong to want to date your husband/wife? Is that weird? Too bad we’re trying it anyway.

Minion would really appreciate if they would stop making out in the middle of his kitchen. He’s trying to bake here.

Megamind starts heroing without Metro Man’s support and wow no wonder the flying menace wanted to quit. This shit sucks.

Roxanne is kind of worried about him. She suggests maybe they take their private dating a little more public because people seem to leave them the fuck alone when its the two of them.

Megamind is incredibly in love with his incredibly smart wife.

Roxanne is incredibly in love with her incredibly fun husband.

Have they admitted it yet?

Fuck no what kind of story do you think this is?

Of course within 5 minutes of going public a few new villains roll into town and well, there’s still no new damsel for reasons relating to oh hell no Gerry, with a side of fuck you to the council, so Roxanne you’re up.

The first time it happens its funny. Or at least it looks that way. Its the first time Megamind has seen Roxanne get kidnapped by someone else and “I don’t care if the remote didn’t have any batteries in it! He could still have hurt you!”

Though good news it does get them to admit they are in fact actually in love with each other, have been all along, thanks for noticing.

Oh god you two idiots why are you like this?

Sadly that’s when a Council Endorsed Hero rolls into town, refusing to believe (and possibly has been a little tricked into thinking) there’s no way a villain could go good and he’s here to take down this psychic alien who’s tricked the city into thinking he’s a good guy.

What part of Megamind means psychic? Seriously?

Through a further series of events, mostly involving a battle and “You know what? You got me, I am still the bad guy, and you’re first on the scene so you’re the new hero! Hooray!”

They escape and wind up in Back up Six where you all finally get that tentacle sex I’ve been promising you since I first tagged it.

Also peace out we’re running back to Vegas to live in wedded bliss and Roxanne can run a Damsel Union and Megamind can keep inventing shit and they can establish the House of Minion.

Fin!

OK I’m really conflicted about them finally getting off as a kind of sexilogue. I am not about that life. but also most of this happens in like a week. And I coould do a sequel? I guess? IDK. Maybe we just spend a lot of time mutually getting each other off without actually getting naked?

I have no idea but I’ve written out how this is supposed to end four different times and frankly I’m done with the angst. Get cute you two.

#Rings #What the fuck is going on #Megamind #oh dear #this sequel is looking more likely #then agian maybe not #I dont know #its plan #sort of #sex is not a reward for talking about your feelings #other scattered moments will include the voyager thing #Candice #and Memes

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pennamesmith · 3 years

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Romeo and Skeletor

Double Trouble needs dating advice. The Super Pal Trio is here to help. More Skeletor stories!

“Remember,” Wrong Hordak recited, “recovery comes from connection!”

Several hands went up. Most belonged to clones. This was a common and welcome sight in Wrong Hordak’s Ex-Horde Therapy Group.

“And no,” Wrong Hordak continued, anticipating everyone’s question, “that does not necessarily mean romantic connection, or even connection with another sentient being. It means that in order to heal our traumas, we must be a part of the world around us, and acknowledge the world as a part of us.”

Most of the hands went down. Thoughtful murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was the end of another day of helping and healing. With a few more words of wisdom Wrong Hordak closed the meeting, and the assembled members began to stand and make their way out of the room. Most seemed sanguine and cheerful, but one stayed seated and watched the others wearily.

Double Trouble was the group’s newest and most skeptical member. They were trying, they really were, but it wasn’t easy. A lifetime of artful deception did not exactly lend itself to sharing or emotional honesty.

They had their reasons for being there, though.

Wrong Hordak, effervescent as ever, looked over and winked. “Another successful session, my most exalted paramour!” he told Double Trouble proudly. “Now then, I must consult with Perfuma about the itinerary for next week’s field trip to Mystacor. But tonight, I hope you are prepared to be dazzled by my famous quiche!” He beamed brightly.

Double Trouble worked very hard to maintain a calm expression while their stomach did acrobatic flip-flops. “My breath is bated, darling,” they finally managed, before scurrying off to the other side of the room.

The thespian cursed, internally. It should not be this difficult for a shapeshifter to hide a blush.

Closer to the door, Hordak was showing Adora something on a data pad. Double Trouble wended a wide circle around them, even as Adora gasped in surprise and began babbling what certainly seemed like juicy gossip. They simply weren’t in the mood.

Outside, Catra, Scorpia, and Entrapta were strolling away together, while the scorpion princess spoke excitedly about something called ‘Super Pal Trio Game Night.’ Double Trouble pricked their ears — this, perhaps, was a more promising prospect for their problem.

They took a step forward, and were immediately interrupted.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

Besides Perfuma, Wrong Hordak’s other assistant for his therapy group was ‘Skeletor,’ one of Entrapta’s eccentric bots. Once, he had been a part of Horde Prime’s drone army. Now, he had a nasally voice, a talent for self improvement, and a puppy.

The puppy’s name was Relay.

“How’s this for a surprise?” Skeletor said, holding Relay and patting the robotic canine gently on the head. “I’m considering putting him on a leash!”

“That’s very nice dear, but you’ll have to excuse me,” Double Trouble deflected. “I’ve got issues right now.” They began to move past the skinny robot, before a thought occurred to them.

“Actually, you might be able to help me out with something. Tell me, how do you feel about aiding and abetting identity fraud? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Mehehehehe! Just like the old days!” Skeletor cackled. “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal! What’s your plan?”

Shadows Over Salineas was going swimmingly.

It wasn’t really a game night, more of a game afternoon, but that hadn’t stopped Scorpia from bringing a tower of boxes into Entrapta’s Bright Moon lab. An entire world of cardboard and plastic was spread out before the three women.

“I am going to finish this Sword of Protection quest!” Catra angrily declared as she moved her game piece back and forth. “No matter how long it takes!”

“Okay, but the Evil Horde already has a lot of points at the Princess Alliance table,” Entrapta cautioned, gesturing to another part of the board. “Plus they’ve got a lot of tanks in front of the castle.”

“Anyone want to help me battle the Laughing Dragon?” Scorpia spoke up from behind a clawful of cards. “I’m gonna —”

She was cut short as the laboratory door suddenly opened and Skeletor slouched inside, wearing a miserable expression.

“This is the worst day of my life!” Skeletor moaned, flopping bodily across the table. Game pieces flew in every direction and clattered on the floor. The other three exchanged nervous glances.

Catra tossed her cards aside. “Well, I guess this is what we’re doing now. What’s the matter, boneface?”

“You’ve got to help me!” Skeletor blubbered. “When are you goody-goody fools going to understand? I care for no-one and no-one cares for me!” He shook his fists and produced a rose tied to a card covered in cartoony hearts.

Scorpia tilted her head. “Is that a flower?”

“It is a flower!” Skeletor howled. “The bitter rose! From a secret admirer.” He clutched it to his chest lovingly.

“Seriously?” Catra floundered. “Does somebody actually have a crush on that goof?”

“I know it sounds strange,” Skeletor retorted. “Never mind that!”

Entrapta rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “So, to be clear. You’re happy about getting the rose?”

“Yes, I am!” Skeletor shouted.

“But it’s a problem because…?”

“I live to be bad!” Skeletor whined. “How else can I act when I’m surrounded by such fools?” The robot swooned again. “Nice? Doesn’t sound like much fun to me! Yuck! What a disgusting idea!”

“Oh, I get it!” Entrapta grinned. “Skeletor needs us to teach him about love!”

Scorpia’s eyes sparkled. “A Super Pal Trio rescue mission? For love? I accept without any further questions!”

“Wait, wait,” Catra protested. “Stop. No. None of this makes any sense. Entrapta, is this another one of your secret friendship experiments?”

“Nuh-uh,” the scientist shook her head. “But... it is unexpected. Skeletor, are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

Skeletor looked uncomfortable. “Certainly! Um… Tell me about the loneliness of good! Is it equal to the loneliness of evil?”

Entrapta seemed suspicious. “Hang on,” she said, peering more closely at Skeletor. “Something isn’t quite right here.”

At that moment, Skeletor walked into the room, again. This time he was holding Relay and a fresh armload of barbarian romance novels.

“I can’t do it,” he admitted with an apologetic shrug, sheepishly handing back the books. “And, I do not look like you.”

“Oh phoo. I went too far, didn’t I?” the other Skeletor sighed, in a completely different voice. “I knew this wasn’t going to work.”

In a flash of dark light, Skeletor morphed into a decidedly more reptilian shape. Double Trouble huffed and tossed their hair back. “Well, that was different, at least. I’ve never done a robot before!” They paused. “Not in that sense, anyway.”

Catra started out of her chair. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Just what I said.” Double Trouble sat back down on the table and nonchalantly studied their nails. “I need advice. Romantic advice. And since you three are all half of some of the oddest couples on the planet, I thought I might start here.”

“Okay,” Entrapta said, already beginning to take notes. “But you’ve come to me for that before. Why the disguise?”

Double Trouble looked away and muttered something.

“What was that?”

“I said it’s because I was embarrassed, all right?” Double Trouble crossed their arms and pouted. “This is not something I usually need help with. I’m supposed to be the one who’s cool and in control. I’m Double Trouble! But now I keep feeling things! In my mind, and my body! Making my guts act all weird, and my brain stop working, and… gah!”

“Those are called emotions, Dee Tee,” Catra deadpanned.

“Plus, you and Wrong Hordak have been going steady for a while now,” Scorpia added. “What’s the matter? Oh no! Have you lost… the spark?” She gasped, claws to her face.

“Just the opposite. Wrongie is perfect! He’s always in a good mood, he always wants to spend time with me, he always knows the right thing to say, and he’s just so darn cute! All the time!” Double Trouble’s face sank. “And sooner or later he’s going to realize that I’m not perfect, and it’s all just an act.”

“You don’t have to be perfect,” Entrapta pointed out, looking up from her notes.

“This is just like what happens in Romeo and Julian!” Double Trouble wailed, ignoring her.

“What?” asked Skeletor.

Double Trouble sniffled. “It’s a play. Someone in the Bright Moon army wrote it and it’s been getting rave reviews in all the theatre magazines — oh, but that’s not important! We’re talking about me!” The lizard flailed their hands helplessly. “What I mean is, it’s like we’re from two different worlds!”

“What, Horde World and Etheria?” Scorpia guessed.

“I’m thinking more Innocent Baby World and Cynical Opportunist World,” Catra cut in.

“Hey!” Double Trouble snapped. “I am not a cynic! Anymore!”

They turned to Scorpia. “But I can still make it work! I just need more research. Your girlfriend is all about this self-care nonsense. How do you deal with that?”

Scorpia got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Yeah, Perfuma’s pretty great. She’s kind, and patient with me, and she knows all kinds of meditation stuff, which is good because hey, funny story, it turns out I’ve actually got a lot of pent-up anxiety from —”

“Ugh! Useless! Next!” Double Trouble pointed to Entrapta. “You! Space bats. How do they even work?”

“Good question! I could share some of my research on Hordak with you,” Entrapta suggested. “It’s more of a hobby though, so I’ve only got a few terabytes of data. Did you know their species has an entire sub-language of ear movements? It’s fascinating!”

Double Trouble paled. “Um. Do you have an abridged version, or…?”

“Look,” Catra interrupted. “I think you’re coming at this the wrong way. First off, you can’t control what other people do or feel.”

Double Trouble narrowed their eyes. “That’s a bit rich coming from you, kitten.”

“I have been doing a lot of self-reflection the last few years, okay?” Catra growled back. “And trust me, trying to be the coolest, the strongest, the best? It doesn’t work.”

She looked across at Entrapta and Scorpia, and fiddled with the wedding ring on her finger. “Sooner or later you have to show your real self. Even if that’s uncomfortable. You can’t connect with someone that way until you’re willing to be weak in front of them.”

Double Trouble regarded Catra for a long time while their face registered a range of unreadable emotions.

“Fine,” they finally groaned, defeated. “But can you at least help me think of something nice to do for our dinner tonight?”

Catra smiled. Entrapta and Scorpia squeaked in excitement.

“For that, you’ll need my help!” said Skeletor. “I’ve longed for this moment!”

Wrong Hordak looked up brightly from his cooking. “You are here! Come in, come in!” He swept Double Trouble up in an enormous hug.

The lizard blushed and did not try to hide it. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” With a flourish they revealed a rose and a box of distinctively tiny chocolates, which Wrong Hordak accepted gleefully.

“Now then, why don’t I stand back and let you impress me for a while?”

Wrong Hordak glowed with excitement.

“Impressive?” Skeletor said, somewhere far away. “You boob, it was spectacular!”

#spop #spop fanfic #skeletor #double trouble #wrong hordak #wrong trouble #catra #entrapta #scorpia #super pal trio #DT had everyone fooled until they quoted Skeletor from the live-action movie instead of the 80s cartoons #Romeo and Julian was written by General Juliet #it's a romantic comedy and everyone lives

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