#tarn drones

[singingcicadas]

The beginning of the Decepticons according to Megatron:

The beginning of the Decepticons What Actually Happened:

That it could ever be called a revolution of the oppressed is a joke. Megatron's philosophy is purely pugno ergo sum. I fight, therefore I am. His first recruitment speech was a promise for power, made to the most bloodthirsty audience he could dig up from the dregs of society. Those people were there because they thrived off the bloodsport. They wanted audition to join Megatron in the pits. Megatron offered them something even better: turn the entire planet into our gladiatorial arena, and we take.

Ever since the beginning Megatron viewed the Decepticons as nothing but a tool, to be used and thrown away. He wanted them to be as ruthless as possible in order to wipe out all opposition, but once his end goal's achieved, well, there's no place for ruthlessness in a perfect society under his absolute control. Therefore, remodelling and recreating. It doesn't sound like he wants to rule over actual people with individual personalities, he wants a bunch of mindless drones programmed for obeisance and peace and hardcoded to Do What Megatron Says.

Ravage and Tarn. It's interesting how they both use the word "emancipated" when lauding Megatron's accomplishments, when it's clear that Megatron did so for the practical purpose of bulking up his army. He overthrew those in power because he wanted to be the one in power. The only one. The people he "emancipated" were just exchanging one set of shackles for another, as they had no choice other than to join the Decepticon army. Not fighting was not an option. Cowardice was punishable by traitor's wheel. Going neutral was also not an option. Soundwave had specific anti-neutral pogroms for those.

I wonder if they knew what "the Megatron they loved" had in mind for the Decepticons after they won the war. The remodeling and recreating. Or maybe they thought that's just for the lowly genericons. That they would be exempt from such treatment because they were confident of their privileged places at Megatron's side. After all, if you're rooting for someone whose motto is peace through tyranny, you'd do so with the expectation that it's only Other People who are going to get tyrannized.

It's true that he did rise against an oppressive government, despite it being the goal to replace it with himself as the tyrant.

But he also thought the single admirable quality about Zeta was his ruthlessness. As in trying to kill an entire city of his own people to fuel his vamparc ribbon. And he said that in front of Hot Rod, who was forced to bomb his own city to stop Zeta from winning. Even disregarding the twisted values here, this is still fifteen levels up the insensitivity lane. No wonder Hot Rod didn't want to join up.

Torture's for fun and domination. It takes a special kind of sadistic streak. And this is before the war even officially started.

Thundercracker's view on the Decepticon cause, when he defected to save humans from the nuke:

"Everything we have done here" - Just here? He'd either been living under a rock for the entirety of the war or has some serious misunderstandings about what the Decepticon name is.

Or just been willfully blind for four million years and the deaths of a hundred billion lifeforms until the day he decided to grow a conscience. Same with Soundwave.

Tarn's a really good case study because he's the poster boy of Megatron's Decepticon propaganda. Megatron probably spoonfeeds him the stuff by the gigabytes and he regurgitates them with twice the zeal and tenfold the pretentiousness. He's also the embodiment of the vices and tragedy of the Decepticons as a whole, as created by Megatron. A sadistic hypocrite, a glorified thug, a delusional fanatic, a customized tool for use and dispose. Crippled by the blinkering desire to be superior, to be part of a greater cause.

Megatron cares nothing for Tarn, just like how he cares nothing for the Decepticons. During the war they were a means to an end. After Megatron's defection, their "toxic loyalty" became a personal burden, a blemish from his past that he would like to cast aside and move on from but annoyingly refuse to leave him alone.

The road-sweepers and the haulers. The miners. What were they to Megatron during the war? Disposable cannon fodder. A pretty banner to hide behind. For a movement that likes to justify itself as a revolution of the oppressed, the emancipation of the disenfranchised, there's certainly a distinct lack of those classes among the upper Decepticon ranks. Megatron said in his recruitment speech that he wanted strength and power. Then where did that leave the weak and sick, the empties on the streets?

Nowhere but the smelting pool, to be recycled into something useful for the great Decepticon cause. They should be honoured, really.

Freedom fighters? No, freedom won't be missed. Probably has something to do with the remodelling and recreating part.

Starscream's only partially right. It was absolutely Megatron's intent to tap into that well of rage and resentment, and he meant for the riot to happen. Of course it got away from him in the end - that's what happens when you cobble an army out of bloodthirsty power-hungry degenerates, half of which were on board for the violence, half for their own scheming agendas, and the rest stitched together by charisma and fear - but he'd shaped the events enough to come a hairsbreadth away from winning multiple times. People like Shockwave and Scorponok were treacherous, but they weren't the reason that Megatron lost the war.

It was his own blind arrogance that led to his downfall.

No he didn't lose his way. He's exactly where he set himself out to be, from the moment he gave that speech in the arena. Perhaps even earlier, to that gradual slide when killing his opponent in a match no longer felt like a guilty burden but instead brought him the sweet rush of satisfaction. There was no revolution. There was no righteous cause. There was no for the people and never has been, because he did not care about other people. Four million years and countless deaths, and it was only really about one insanely self-centered person and his deluded ambition of peace through tyranny.

Hence his breakdown, because he'd just been hit in the face with the realization that he was Wrong. And has been wrong for the past four million years. He wasted everyone's lives. He wasted his own life, wasted it on anger and destruction and hatred, with nothing but regrets to show for it.

I believe that Megatron believed he's telling the truth here. I believe that he meant every word he said, except for that one "we" on the second last line.

Because that "we" should really be "me".

The Megatron who wrote about pacifist rhetoric, who was compassionate enough to share his fuel with the injured, who cared about others and had genuine friendships, that Megatron died a long time ago in the pits. Ever since then, every murder, every atrocity he'd committed in the name of "the people" was just facist rationalization.

I'm sure that he likes the sound of "emancipation of the people" or "freedom of choice" as a concept. But when it comes down to individual people? With actual, real choices that conflicts with his desire for absolute rule? Nope. He's the only one who should get to make choices. The only one who should have choices. Because he knows best.

Form dictates your function ❌; Megatron dictates your function ✅

Function dictates your fate ❌; Megatron dictates your fate ✅

Great minds must think alike, because Megatron and the Functionalist council in the Functionalist universe did a lot of the same stuff. Massacring the Senate. Recycling people who are deemed useless burdens. Remodelling and recreating. Imperalism and genociding organics. Killing all dissenters. The Functionalists even got pretty close to Megatron's ideal of peace through tyranny with 99% of the planet fitted with brain bombs and kissing the ground at their feet. They even managed to do it while maintaining a habitable planet and full population. And Megatron took one look and was disgusted.

Megatron wasn't a misunderstood revolutionist who had his heart in the right place when he started his war. The Decepticons didn't start out well-meaning and turned bad somewhere along the way. At no point in their movement were they ever true freedom fighters. They were always Facists, through and through. They were worse than the Functionalists they hated and the Senate they overthrew. And it's important to acknowledge this because (other than it's weird to see such an obvious Facist analogy being associated with freedom fighters) otherwise you don't get the whole depth of Megatron's redemption arc, especially in the Functionalist universe.

Like the impact of this scene wouldn't be fully apparant unless you take into account that when Megatron first formed the Decepticons, all he cared about was their fighting strength. He did not care about his troops, he did not care about individual people. He considered himself above everyone and everything. He would have sneered at such a weak, ineffective form of protest. Now he's actually being supportive and seeing people as people, instead of pawns to be used.

Here he's genuinely happy to see the Decepticons, even those in the very bottom of the pecking order, taking enough care to greet them each by name. And also Fulcrum, who he sentenced to death twice.

For once in his life he's actually trying to do the Right Thing instead of focusing on himself, either on his ambitions or his remorse. The people in the Functionalist universe have nothing to do with him, yet he wants to help anyway. And he's finally appreciating the value of self-determination for what it is, instead of trying to twist it to serve his own purposes or turn it into Megatron-determination.

"No one can decide how you live your life except for you." Back before, he was going to remodel his entire army to achieve his peace through tyranny. Autonomy and free will were considered things that won't be missed.

Megatron learned to care about other people! Peace through empathy is such a groundbreaking step for his character because he used to have no empathy! He stayed true to his ideals for eight centuries despite the hardships, despite his personal losses, despite the AVL being driven to near extinction and not knowing if he would ever return to his own universe. During all those years he could have had ten million chances and excuses to break his vow of pacifism or leave on the Last Light, taking the easy way out, and there would have been no one to stop him.

But he didn’t.

#transformers #idw transformers #maccadam #megatron #also he tossed his Decepticons out the back door at first chance in exchange for his freedom and legacy #the trial on Luna 2 #his frowny face when reading the surrender speech wasn’t for letting the Decepticons down it was for his own humiliation

[fandomstuckportal]

The Truth

((mmc kaons minicomic. working as an investigative reporter (and a killer one at that), kaon is freed from a "black site" he was being held in after discovering it by tarn. tarn offers him an unusual datapad (similar to the one we see in tarns comic, janus) which kaon uses to discover the secrets of his captors. digging too deep, hes pinned, but not before he reveals himself to be a triple changer with a fucking scorpion altmode and a cute little spider drone. satisfied with his work, he accepts tarns offer.

name clarifications because this is 3rd party: anarchus is kaon. im unsure of who the other characters besides tarn are, if they exist at all and arent just 3rd party filler, but lmk if they do.))

#mtmte #transformers #kaon #tarn #maccadams #tf idw #the truth #my collections

[fandom-go-round]

Can I request a Yandere Monster Soundwave x Scientist Female Reader x Yandere Monster Tan Escaped Facility Au

This turned a bit into SCPish so hopefully you don’t mind! Also, I’m assuming you meant Tarn so I’m going with him and Soundwave.

Warnings: Death, Minor Character Death, Violence, Building Collapsing, Harm to Reader (Blood, Concussion), Implied Physical Manipulation, Implied Hypnotism, Talk of Supernatural Powers

            The alarms are grating against your senses, lights flashing and making the hallway strobe. The backup power has finally kicked on, but it only lights up small strips on the floor, the white light supposedly leading to the exit. You had been following the lights when the end of the hallway was suddenly bathed in red light and you quickly backtracked. You tried your best to ignore the screaming, hands clasped over your stomach but shaking hard.

            The building shakes and you slam into the wall, struggling to stay upright and not hit the floor. A loud ringing begins to fill your ears and you wince, slamming your hands against your head. You know that if the creature making the sound is who you think, it won’t help but it’s better than nothing.

            A lower drone makes the floor shake and you stumble again, crying out as your arm slams into the wall. Your entire right side goes numb and it takes you a moment to realize the hallway is silent. Distantly, you think you hear gun fire but it sounds like you’re underwater. A quick pinch proves that you’re not dreaming, even as you watch black tentacles slowly slide into the hallway in front of you.

            At first you don’t think they’re real, the flashing lights forcing you to blink more often to stay focused. You’ve never seen them outside of a cell; you remember your notes saying that no one had any idea how long they really were. Purple light pulses between the sections, reminding you that these are metal implements, nothing soft or organic about them. This confirms your worst fears and you turn to run the opposite direction, a band of bright red standing tall in the hall.

            You don’t look back, even as sound rushes back to you and you hear the scraping of metal on drywall. It’s not moving fast, just a tickle behind your head but you’re not keen on finding out what ‘Soundwave’ wants with you. You recognize one of the creatures you’ve been studying for months and know that being out of the cell is bad news.

            An explosion goes off in front of you, drywall and plaster exploding in front of you. The world goes dark as something slams into your head, vision going white and then blurry. You try to find your footing, but the floor gives out and you fall. The sensation of free fall is too much for your body and you lose consciousness, the sound of metal fading into nothing.

♥

            Awareness comes back slowly and painfully, the alarms distant and soft. You try to move and pain flares, causing you to moan and jerk back. This causes another wave of agony and you stop moving, breathing slowly and trying to figure out what’s going on. Finally, you open your eyes and took in the hallway, letting out a hiss.

            It’s dark but the emergency lights are still somehow on. The entire hallway is collapsed, the only reason you weren’t dead being a huge support beam above you. It was clearly in the wrong position but had somehow gotten stuck on it’s way down and created a barrier. The rest of the hall wasn’t as lucky.

            Looking up sends a wave of nausea through you but you keep searching, distantly thinking that you probably had a concussion. The hallway above you isn’t really in better shape, huge gaps in the floor meaning that even if you get up there, options would be limited. It’s only when you start to move again, your legs specifically, that you realize you’re pinned.

            “Fuck.” Even as you whisper it feels too loud, your body freezing for a moment before you begin trying to move the rocks surrounding you. Your leg is caught between two large boulders and it’s a miracle that you hadn’t broken the bone. At least you think it isn’t broken. The sound of movement deeper in the hallway makes you freeze, eyes scanning for anything.

            You got careless. You could admit it. It’s hard to stay focused around you when there are dead bodies staring back. One of the people you think you recognize, maybe it was Kara from down the hall? She was always willing to get coffee with you and holy hell this was real and people were dead and –

            “Well well.” Your entire body goes limp, every muscle relaxing against your will. Your head hits the concrete slab behind you with a ‘crack’ pain radiating through your spine. You whimper, eyes wide and glued onto the from above you.

            You recognize this creature too. Tarn was what the others called him and he was almost the complete opposite of Soundwave. Chatty and willing to talk, he would speak circles around anyone and everyone who would listen. Most of his rambling were full of contradictions but you still wrote them down, needing them for evidence.

            You open your mouth to speak and choke, metal squeezing around your throat. You hadn’t realized the tentacle was around your neck until too late, the pressure making you even more lightheaded. Tarn looks over your shoulder at something in the distance, the purple light giving you a clear idea of who it is. He chuckles, the shadows making up his form vibrating and having to reform again.

            “It seems we have something to discuss then.” There was no response from behind you except for the metal to squeeze tighter and you whimpered. Tarn turned to you and you swore it felt like he was smiling.

#transformers #macaddam #transformers imagine #soundwave x reader #tarn x reader #tf soundwave #tf tarn #transformers idw #transformers prime #exophilia #yandere #reader x robot #soundwave #tfp soundwave #tarn #soundwave imagine #tarn imagine

[witchofthesouls]

That last line, Nickel's right Tarn isn't going to leave the nurse destitute and stranded.

I feel like at this point Vos has stopped trying to seduce Tarn even without Nickel's or Koan's prompting. Now he's keeping book on when tarn gets a clue and side bets on what variety of clue stick it's going to take.

Tarn is so confused when venders are giving him free stuff he could only use as courting gifts.

The one that keeps score is actually Helex. He's making a killing by keeping track of everyone's bets and losses. Like too many people severely overestimate Tarn's self-awareness that's not part of the Cause.

Can his boss memorize every line of Lord Megatron's early works to his late-stage political speeches? Yes. Is Tarn a menace when it comes to rules and regulations? Definitely. Has Helex ever witnessed Tarn actually wind down and be normal off the clock? Never.

Shoot, the only reason the entire ordeal happened was because of Tarn's own hand at the regulations in regards to traitors with expecting mates. So it's still related to the Cause...

Despite Vos' disappointment not being able to get his clutches on the mech that could entwine pain and pleasure in a single word, Vos is deeply entertained by the massive scale of confusion and emotional whiplash the entire ordeal is having on everyone else. Especially since Kaon is literally shocking others if they try opening their mouths about Tarn's new Conjunx status before the guy figures out he's putting far more than the necessary effort into the Donor Clause. If High Command sent a gift to the newlyweds, then it would have been lost in the mail, or Kaon would have buried it deep in his floorboards until his otp got hit by Feelings. ("They're sharing a room, Pet! They're raising sparklings together! They're practically bonded roommates!")

It doesn't help that Tarn actually stonewalls any attempts for the other 'cons to figure out who's his Conjunx. Everyone wants to know and subtly/outright try to snoop, but Tarn thinks it's digs at being a poor donor. Of course, he isn't bringing you to any of the meetings. You're not a Decepticon, just an expecting carrier with an unlucky love life. Plus, you're basically a noncombatent compared to them. You're an excellent nurse and extractor, but that doesn't mean he's going to drag a heavily gravid carrier into a shootout. Nor will he be swayed by bribes like corrupted officials of the old regime, thank you very much.

A few of the 'cons begin to realize that Tarn doesn't even know his updated relationship status. Kaon is over Tarn's shoulder as the tank drones about the "responsibilities of the Cause to the most vulnerable among them" and the "indignities of some medical processes," and he has a terribly dark and focused expression as he gestures a finger across his neck to keep their mouths shut.

Now they're stuck with Tarn's rants about the baster method because he'll never let it go. Never.

#ask #bookandyarndragon #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #the donor clause au #tarn #reader insert #cybetronian!reader #helex #vos #kaon #cybertronian culture #sparklings #bitlets #pregnancy #maccadam #imagine swindle thinking he could make a pretty penny but gets nothing but TMI about methods that helps carriers

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Earthspark x DJD

This is 100% crack, fueled by a commenter that insinuated that Tarn is too good for crack fics. I hope this haunts your dreams. This is definitely a dark comedy.

Enjoy, and have the day you deserve, dear passive aggressive commenter.

Twitch didn't know what was behind her, but turning back would seal her fate.

All she could hear was the snapping of branches as whoever was behind her rushed to grab her. She tripped, and shrieked as a huge hand grabbed her arm, easily fitting the whole thing in one hand.

Twitch thrashed as she was pulled into - a hug?

"Sweet spark, where's your sire?" Her captor's voice smothered her in an all-consuming warmth, Twitch fighting to keep her eyes open as a foreign drowsiness pulled at her spark. "Megatron didn't tell me he had newsparks." Twitch felt herself being shifted in the foreign bot's grasp, a hand forcing her head to rest against their chest plate as she was picked up. Their spark beat filled her ears, and she struggled to stay awake. "I am just so, so sorry for startling you. I just had to see Megatron's heirs for myself. The organic playthings are an odd choice, but a child has to have their toys, after all. You even have your alt mode, too, unfortunately with your carrier's colors."

Tarn looked down at the little minicon curled up in his arms, finally fast asleep. She was just so tiny. Unfortunately, the end of the war meant that Megatron had to pretend to share power with the Prime.

Honestly, anyone could see right through the facade. Megatron was the one calling the shots. He had to be!

Tarn could even rationalize why this dirt ball wasn't brought to their knees yet. Obviously, his master's pet Prime wished to keep his pets alive, and his Lord allowed it.

After all, five sparklings one after another would be quite taxing. It made sense for his Master's pet to earn a reward.

It was also an out of the way spot to raise a brood. And what a beautiful one it was. Two beastformers, a minicon, a racer, and a grounder. All seemly healthy, and taking after their Sire quite nicely.

:Nickel, apparently our Lord has been quite busy.:

Tarn heard Nickel sigh. :Tarn, what are you blabbering about?:

: Well, considering I am holding Megatron's runaway firstborn…:

:WHAT! Details, now.:

:She's a tiny femme, with a red and yellow drone alt mode. If it wasn't for her rotors, she could fit comfortably in the crook of my arm. She's sleeping at the moment. Yes, I did Megatron a favor and made her a little drowsy for the walk back to the nursery. She should be very cuddly for the next couple of hours. I will get photos for the altar, no worries.:

Tarn shifted Twitch carefully in his arms and pulled out his camera, taking a quick photo of her napping in his arms. Well, off to put her down for a nap. The fleshy built farm was an odd choice for a nursery, but Tarn had to admit the theme was cute, and far from any organic settlements to keep their current pets from catching diseases. Now, which structure was the nursery?

Tarn's first guess ended up to be live food storage for the pets, but he should have known from the little fluffy meat animal penned up in the yard that nosed the sparkling's feet before brushing against Tarn's ankles before getting out of his way. He found the actual nursery building by spying a purple bit of kibble peeking out from a mound of yellow organic bedding through a loft window.

He shifted the minicon in his arms again, her rotors making her quite awkward to hold comfortably. He opened the nursery door to find one of her siblings hiding under a bed, the massive dinobot flailing around as the edge of the raised bed got caught on his horns. Tarn set the sparkling on an unused bed, careful to set her on her belly so her rotors can move freely.

Her sibling was still struggling with the bed and froze as Tarn crouched down in front of him.

"Well hello there. What's your name?" Tarn used just a little bit of the Voice as he lifted the bed off the big orange sparkling, the bot scrambling away from him and standing protect fully in front of her.

"Ja-Jawbreaker. I-Is T-Twitch ok?"

"Ah, Jawbreaker! Hmm, I didn't know you scanned an alt mode yet. Yes, your sister is fine. She's just taking a nap, I found her sleeping in the woods. I am Tarn, Megatron is my boss. Do you know where he is? I wish to speak to him about my next work assignment. Grown up things, nothing for you to worry about. Would you mind watching her while I look?"

"Yeah, uh, sure. Mom and dad are at work, but Megatron should be back from a mission tonight. Opti- never mind. You just asked about Megatron."

Tarn smiled. "I assume Optimus is working with the humans?"

Jawbreaker nodded, realizing that he gave away too much. He knew Nightshade was with Tarantulas, Thrash had a doctor's appointment with Ratchet and would be home in a couple of days, and Hashtag was hiding in the loft. He just hoped that Megatron got home before anyone else did. Jawbreaker didn't like the way Tarn talked about Megatron, but couldn't quite understand why.

Luckily, he didn't have to think about it much longer, because he heard the familiar racket of Megatron landing in his alt mode. He rushed outside, Tarn blocking the door from the outside before following him.

Megatron, at first thought Jawbreaker, just wanted a hug, spreading his arms out to be tackled by many, many tons of bright orange sparkling. Instead, he had to see his nephew blubbering in terror as TARN of all people ran up to him.

"My Lord! Honor to see you, Master. I have questions about my new role in furthering the cause. The current List has been executed, and the DJD seeks further instruction."

"Tarn? Where's the children?"

"Two out of the five are secured in the nursery, my Lord. Jawbreaker here was left to watch them alone. The two femmes, for your information. Their sibling and brother have not been located, but I found the minicon femme wandering in the forest. The Peaceful Tyranny is parked just past the tree line."

Megatron sighed. "Tarn, I was only gone to retrieve energon from the nearby mine. The children are more than welcome to play in the surrounding woods. They all are more familiar with the area than I am. Twitch, the minicon femme, is the oldest, and I tend to keep her on a longer leash. Please apologize to my youngest. He and Hashtag, the younger femme, are allowed to stay back at the barn without supervision as long as they stay together. My oldest son, Thrash, and middle child Nightshade are with his doctor and their tutor. And please, use the outside shower before getting out of the cow pen next time. You have feces all over your feet and have undoubtedly tracked it inside. The humans are not to be harmed, and please watch for the animals and human children."

"Spoken like a true Sire. Do you wish to return to the Peaceful Tyranny to discuss the future of my role in the Cause?"

Megatron pinched his nose and sighed. "Tarn, I want the DJD to find a quiet place to disband. Go back to Mezzanine, find an uninhabited moon, or even just float around in the Peaceful Tyranny. The List is done. I am done. I'm an old man, and I just want to be with my children and live out the rest of my life. Please, don't contact me or my family outside of an emergency again. You have until this time tomorrow to leave Earth."

Tarn stepped back, shocked. "My Lord? Are you sure about this?"

Megatron let out an exasperated sigh and patted Jawbreaker's head. "Yes, Tarn. We got what we wanted. Now, I want to enjoy my peace. Go find yours."

Tarn nodded. "Jawbreaker, I sincerely apologize for scaring you. Megatron, I will take my leave."

"Tarn, Get. Out." Megatron grumbled, putting a comforting hand on Jawbreaker's shoulder.

Jawbreaker ducked behind him, and Tarn finally got the hint, returning to the woods. Megatron called Dot, telling her to keep the kids out of the farm until a certain fanatic leaves earth's atmosphere.

Megatron watched as the Peaceful Tyranny left the planet, not taking his eyes off it until it was truly gone.

"Dot, you can bring the children back. Just be careful. The only thing keeping you, Alex, and your children alive when it comes to Tarn's splinter cell is his fanatical worship of me and the bending of reality to cast me as all powerful. Running won't help, his ability to track people is better than Jazz. Remind the children again to NEVER contradict anything the DJD tells them, and to always insist to be returned to me over giving any information to an unknown Decepticon. If they are taken alive by Tarn, every movement counts."

"Splinter cell? What's that?" Mo's voice was squeaky over Megatron's comm.

"Your phone was on speakerphone, wasn't it?"

"Yep." Robby said. "I assume this Tarm guy was responsible for the panic attack from Twitch that got me out of math class?"

"Yes, Robby. Tarn and his crew were someone I employed during the war. He always took everything I said too far and ended up starting a cult within the Decepticons. Unfortunately, to keep your siblings safe, I had to lie about my relation to both your family and the terrans. They believe the terrans are my children, and for their sake, it is safest to keep up the ruse. Tarn is dangerous and poses a serious threat if he deems you Maltos a burden on the terrans' well-being. Be careful, but I did a good job at standing my ground. They shouldn't come back, but if they do, hit my distress signal, and I will drop everything and put him in his place, anytime, anywhere. Dot, I think it's best if we make sure they can recognize the DJD on sight. But Robby, Mo, if you see them, the objective is to run and hide, especially in places where a bot can't reach. If Twitch could get to you, it's not a good spot. I don't want to scare you, but all Tarn and his crew know is hate, and that is incredibly dangerous. We can continue this conversation at a later date if you would like. I am going to teach your siblings the same. I wish all of you the best. Megatron out."

#maccadam #transformers djd #transformers: earthspark

[transingthoseformers]

Get Cucked Tarn AU 3

Pharma basically blanks out for most of the examination of the LL2 and is a mess afterwards that cannot be near the reminder in the form of Megatron full on flinching from him immediately afterwards in a way that is very visible. He decides to flee back to the planet with the team investigating it afterwards and First Aid is there definitely not keeping an eye on him stop being paranoid Pharma.

Pharma goes with Trailcutterr, Dominus (who's also joined the LL to take care of Rewind's widow) and First Aid when they explore following the disappearing Lost Light fiasco and he and First Aid recognize Kaon on sight.

This leads to a very different incident and an argument about whether or not to let him live (Dominus is arguing to take him in and First Aid is arguing actual fuck this guy in particular). This gives new Vos–that no one k ows about–enough time to sneak around and retrieve Kaon to escape.

Pharma though is not panicking about this while mocking Kaon about his “precious Lord” being an Autobot now and that Pharma has gotten his hands all over him which makes Kaon shrieky. Pharma hadn't meant it that way only that he'd confirmed himself the reality but now it is in his head.

Pharma is twitchy the rest of the time and he is only really close to Ambulon and First Aid and, strangely, almost cordial with Megatron, who takes a moment to check on him noting his reaction though keeping his distance and doing it through the proxy of Magnus and Rodimus who both admit that Megatron/Megs mentioned concern about him. Pharma has also somewhat abducted on of the medical drones as a emotional support animal and taken it to his room to repair and now it follows him around as is distinguishable by the little crooked wings it has.

When everything calms down and time skips happen and with Rodimus taking a more active role in everyone's life and the time traveling incident, they've all been distracted. Ratchet is having more trouble with his hands and refusing to let Pharma assist, passing on more and more of his duties to him and First Aid, while acting distant. Pharma's nightmares have gotten worse following seeing the destruction caused by the DJD to the LL2 and the short confrontation.

First Aid trying to trick him into talking to Rung is honestly making it worse. Though Ambulon is helping on that side saying forcing him is not helpful and Aid needs to give him space. Pharma resoonds by lovingly tormenting Ambulon by viciously quizzing him as he's about to take his licensing exam.

Megatron has been avoiding him to the point of turning around if he's in medbay which he knows because Megatron has been checking with people first and Whirl asks what he did that made Megahron so terrified of him. It is both a relief and insulting and a new tangle he is not addressing.

When Ratchet finally cracks and lets Pharma do a full checkup and repair what he can of his hands and listens to him talk about working to rebuild new hands by collaborating with Ambulon and Brainstorm, who is startlingly good at it, things seem brighter. Pharma feels normal, Ratchet listening as he rambles about medicine and touching and its nice and not tense. Pharma asks if he wants to get a drink later as friends and Ratchet hesitates, squeezes his hand and praises his skills, before saying yes. 

And then he fucks off leaving a note that he'll have to do a “raincheck on that drink” and appoints Pharma as CMO.

This is kind of Pharma's snapping point and he is hurt and wanting to lash out and having nightmares about Tarn that make him fantasize about ripping his plating off and he isn't sleeping and then he realizes while checking on Megatron's records all of which show pojted visits around Pharma's schedule that the perfect method for revenge is right there.

Tarn is painfully, lustfully obsessed with Megatron, who is admittedly more bearable than Pharma expected. Pharma can only imagine his reaction if he knew Pharma was the one who got with him. He still has Tarn's comm code. He never blocked it.

Pharma is doing great and is going to seduce his new boss.

Which is of course a completely well thought out and normal decision that won't start a whole messy chaos.

First Aid is horrified upon being informed at Pharma's weekly friend conference–AmbuAid's check in compromise to Pharma's refusal to talk to Rung–while Ambulon does not need an explanation and even somewhat saw this coming and tells Pharma to be careful because Megatron is charming and Pharma gets attached easily.

Pharma denies this and says this is purely for his own vengeance, and it would just be sex so Ambulon should calm down.

oh Pharma oh no

Oh fuck of course Kaon survived, emotions ensue

So Forestock Vos two is in the picture with Kaon and out of the DJD it's just them. Probably.

Pharma stg, yes, let Kaon think what he thinks

Megatron and Pharma are having seriously interesting interactions here

I'm surprised that the fandom doesn't use the medical drones as emotional support devices more often

💖lovingly tormenting💖

I think this is the second time I've seen Brainstorm rebuild medic hands and he's been amazing at it each time

And we say goodbye to Ratchet and hello to Pharma making seriously decision-ey decisions which will turn out fun for us

He still has Tarn's comm code

Pharma no (Pharma yes)

The friend conferences are a good idea

Pharma my guy this will not remain just sex will it, even if it doesn't turn out romantic it'll be more than just sex nahhhh there's emotions to be had here

#suggestive #get cucked tarn au #mtmte tarn #mtmte Pharma #mtmte megatron #pharmegs #mtmte ambulon #who is concerned #mtmte first aid #mtmte vos #mtmte dominus ambus #mtmte ratchet #others too

[micah-pl]

✨💛 THE MATCHUPS FOR MPBT (MOST PUNCHABLE BOT TOURNAMENT) 💛✨

K1-B0 (Danganronpa) vs Those weird dog things (Boston Dynamics)

Pharma vs Overlord vs Sunder (MTMTE)

C3P0 (Star Wars) vs Baymax (BH6)

Wheatley (Portal 2) vs Mettaton (Undertale)

Serial designation N (Murder Drones) vs Pornbots (Tumblr)

Serial designation J (Murder Drones) vs MTMTE Rodimus

Serial designation V vs Regis from World Flipper

MTMTE Tarn vs TFP Megatron

MTMTE Thunderclash vs TMNT 2012 Donbot

Monokuma (Danganronpa) vs Lil Hal (Homestuck)

MTMTE Getaway vs Earthspark Shockwave

TFP Megatron vs MTMTE Tyrest

Dr Kahl’s Robot (Cuphead) vs MTMTE Whirl

TFA Starscream vs IDW Swindle

Atlas (Astro Boy 1980) vs Isaac (The Orville)

TFP Smokescreen vs BW Megatron

The three mechanical bosses (Terraria) vs Ruin Guards (Genshin Impact)

IDW Prowl vs Unicron

Lord Imperious Delirious (Beast Wars Uprising) vs HK-47 (Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic video game)

The Great Spirit Robot (Bionicle) vs Metroplex

RID15 Drift vs Cyberverse Soundwave

G1 Galvatron vs G1 Sunstreaker

TFA Blackarachnia vs MTMTE Tailgate

IDW Zeta Prime vs H2G2 Marvin

stray (the game) vs Ratchet from Robots (2005)

cl4p tp (borderlands) vs Doctor Nefarious (Ratchet and Clank)

King Andrias (Amphibia) vs Pitching Machine (Blaseball)

Video killed the radio star coach (just dance 3) vs Atomic Robo

dot matrix (spaceballs 1987) vs TFA Ultra Magnus

TFA Sentinel Prime vs Motormaster

Terminator (Terminator) vs IDW 2019 Megatron

IDW Deadlock vs Shitbot (Dreamfall Chapters)

HOPE Y'ALL WILL HAVE FUN AND STAY TUNED BC THE POLLS WILL APPEAR TOMMOROW ✨💛✨💛

#MPBT #tumblr polls #fandom polls #tumblr tournament #fandom tournament #Most punchable bot showdown

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Can I request IDW megs taking tfa wasp as his own, like how does that work during and after the decepticon era? Like how does tarn deal with this tiny green bot, what is his relationship like with other characters?

When Megatron first finds Wasp it’s in the middle of wartime. He finds this small, broken bot that still clings life, that desires revenge and validation, and it reminds him so much of himself in a way. So it’s only natural that he takes him in, to nurture these feelings of hatred towards the autobots and turn him into someone that can never be hurt again.

Wasp clings to Megatron like he’s a lifeline. This mech wants him and it’s been so long since anyone had actually wanted him and he needs the validation so bad. He follows the warlord around like a green shadow, listening to his every word.

At first Wasp is pushed around by the decepticons. He’s small and easily frightened, a combination that makes him a prime targets for bullies. But Wasp is small and fast and able to outmaneuver almost anyone. Once he realizes this he gains some confidence. First he only runs away once conflict rears its ugly head but soon he finds himself fighting, zapping his bullies with his stingers where it hurts the most. These makes a lot of cons see him as annoying and a pest but they can’t get rid of him without earning the ire of lord Megatron so all they can do it throw him around once they get a hold on him.

Soundwave is nice to Wasp. Well, nice and nice, he doesn’t treat him like he’s scrap and will stop any bullying if he sees it. He also reminds Wasp that he’s a decepticon now and decepticons don’t surrender, they fight.

Starscream looks down on the green bot and his treatment of him switches between manipulative kindness and condescending malice. Pushes Wasp around like he’s a drone.

Tarn has conflicting feeling about Wasp. On one hand he’s loyal to Megatron and that’s great, in fact it’s fantastic and Tarn really appreciates that. But Megatron also pays attention to Wasp, treats him in a way that’s similar to how he used to treat Tarn when he was still Damus. That makes him envious of the green mech. Still, they are both of the same side so he will settle for strained camaraderie instead.

#transformers imagine #IDW #transformers animated #crossover #wasp #megatron #soundwave #starscream #tarn

[rawmeknockout]

This is totally based off that one post of yours, but Tarn corrupting and manipulating an honestly good-at-spark young bot into doing some genuinely decrepit things because he’s somehow managed to convince them it’s the right thing to do

It shouldn’t be so empowering to break down a mech’s beliefs and natural disposition, to mold them into the perfect loyal soldier, but Tarn can’t help the swell of his ego to know he’s made you what you are. After all, that’s truly what every Autobot is: a receptacle for someone else’s ideals. In Tarn’s educated opinion, most Autobots don’t even know what they’re fighting for. You were truly just a mindless drone before he got his servos on you, processor filled to the brim with Functionist lies. At least you weren’t battle-hardened, unused to torture or pain. It took barely a deca-cycle for you to break.

Now, you’re a monument to all he can achieve. All he could do if he had the proper resources. All Autobots could be corrected the same way if given the opportunity. No spinal strut is too straight to be broken. All you needed was some ‘convincing’ and a firm servo to lead your natural empathy onto the most righteous path.

When you purged from his first test, convulsing and shaking, Tarn reminded you that the Decepticon you maimed had strayed from the most just cause. After countless centuries of struggle and pain, the Decepticons had finally risen as the logical end conclusion for Cybertron’s journey to find truth and unity. Those who would turn their back on a greater world are not worthy of inheriting it. He handed you the arm that you had sloppily sawed through, inexperienced servos shaking with your lack of discipline, so you might keep it as a reminder. You had been chosen by him for Megatron’s cause. You won’t make a fool of him.

“It’s like killing a cleaner drone,” He remarks, watching you wipe up the spilled energon with his hardened optics. Your punishment for not living up to his standards, “What you are doing is teaching others who might decide that their life is worth more than all of Cybertron.”

And you want what’s best for your fellow Cybertronians.

Despite your early slip-up’s, Tarn has come to love you like a mentor. Like he once believed Megatron loved him. This time, though, he knows it’s something real. It doesn’t matter if you return his affections. He wouldn’t care if you did. You are helping him correct all of Cybertron, which is the greatest gift you could ever give him. Even when he insists you are to share everything with him, you don’t flinch or recoil. There is no boundary too far for a better Cybertron.

#asks #txt #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers #transformers idw #tf idw #tf mtmte #transformers mtmte #tarn #idw tarn #mtmte tarn #tf tarn

[transformeroftheday]

ROLLER

Not a drone or Tarn as it turns out. Instead Roller is just a guy with the weirdest life due to being Orion Pax's friend. He starts out as a cop who likes television and juiceboxes.

Then he gets dragged into Orion Pax's steal the Matrix scheme with Shockwave's Outlier kids. Now he's an outlaw on the run from the government.

Which is rough enough, especially having to keep up with Orion Pax and the Not-X-Men. The juice boxes definitely have a little extra now.

Then he "dies" defending newborns from government experimentation.

Except not really. Jump to four million years into the future and the poor guy wakes up to find he's missed an entire civil war with his best friend-who became a Prime in his absence-and said best friend's idol that miner-poet from Tarn turned warlord turned good guy (?). At least there are some familiar (time traveling) faces. Including a purple Prime.

Unfortunately, he has to deal with people having sex in him, the Functionist Universe, sparkeaters, gods are real and they're dicks, and not even getting to see his best friend before he dies.

At least he gets a hot girlfriend out of it.

Who may have been the former doctor of the Decepticon murder-torture squad, not that he knows that. Roller went through it.

And it turns out he's JRO's Rodimus ship.

#idw roller #mtmte roller #tf roller #transformer of the day #maccadams #maccadam

[brandwhorestarscream]

Cybermorphs AU Orion being a monster lover is something I wanna read. Also, to mimic a hive; maybe the Vosimorphs are the guards and Orionmorphs (Civimorphs?) are the worker drones like in a bee hive? MayBEE (hehe. See what I did there?) if another is added the harem, it's a tank of sorts? Idk which one tho. And these offspring could become the hive protectors?

Then you've come to the right place, because now I'm obsessed with the idea of tiny husband Orion being so in awe and in love with his giant cybermorph queen husband. If he ever gets dragged off to be made into a Prime he's very >:c about it and regularly escapes to run back to his monsterfucker paradise

The vosimorphs are definitely the hives' aerial security, especially if they have the cryptid seekers' ability to camoflauge. The hive strikes a delicate balance between work and pleasure: they're all siblings, after all, and while they're naturally hardwired to be loyal to the hive and their carrier, they're also not controlled by a massive hivemind like the baseline xenomorphs are. They have a wide range of emotions and genuinely love and care about their family, same as any non-mutated cybertronian. They all have their pre-assigned place that helps the hive function as a well oiled machine, but they're not always working, yk? When they're off shift they hang out and just enjoy spending time together

Idk what exactly to call Orion's sired offspring, but civimorphs is a great placeholder for now. They're much smaller than their siblings when fully grown, so I'm thinking maybe they primarily work in the nurseries, watching over newborns and monitoring those still incubating. Maybe also help teach the younglings to fight and hunt. Some of them also operate outside, though: they make excellent spies. Their relatively small size and ability to disguise themselves as civilian mecha makes them invaluable for infiltrating the northern half of the planet. I'm thinking that all cybermorphs can, at least for the most part, transform to look like normal, unmutated mecha. Bipedal with a single pair of arms, two optics and a mouth, that kinda thing. They can either be gathering intel on the opposing autobor forces or maybe snagging fresh incubators if Megatron has an awaiting clutch and they don't have enough bodies for them 🤭

I'm super down for a tank to be added to the harem line up. My first thought goes to Tarn, but I kinda like the idea of him being one of Megatron's many offspring. Maybe Kiloton could work? I'm vv soft for him 🥺

And one final thought: from what I've gathered through reading, the praetorian guards aren't born, they're made. Specially selected from the queen's broods and then fed royal jelly (I'm still not entirely sure how the queens make it but. Whatever. We can figure it out if we go this route) to trigger the transformation. It's kinda like metamorphosis, I think? If that's the case, I imagine competition is steep: becoming one of the hive queen's personal guards is a big deal, a very prestigious assignment, and also gives the lucky chosen ones a size and power buff. Could definitely be smthn cool to explore, and maybe Megatron chooses one child from each clutch for the great honor. Maybe their sires or teachers or older siblings' recommendation holds some weight, or maybe it's left up to his sole discretion 🤔 regardless, how do we feel about that? About the special guard morphs (do we? Still wanna call them praetorians??) being specially chosen for the position? Maybe there's a whole hive-wide event when Megatron decides it's time to choose another guard, and everyone competes to prove themselves worthy. Could be kinda fun!

#cybermorph au

[swervesbootycall]

Idea- djd kidnaps human reader thinking they can use them to blackmail autobots or whoever they need to- turns out, doesn’t quite work out as they planned. Instead of just squashing said human though, Kaon takes a liking to them, sort of as one gets attached to a captured mouse. Cue Kaon being a lil weirdo and playing dress up and other silly things with his new human buddy. Reader is annoyed at worst

//Okay so. Sorry Anon I was clearly going through it back in March and uh. Well I don’t think there’s very much oxygen or atmospheric pressure on the Peaceful Tyranny. Content warning major character death, body horror, and light gore. Decided not to go too into detail. //

You had died six months ago.

In your suit, you’d managed to survive capture by the Pet who’d thrashed you like a chew toy. You’d managed to survive manhandling from Tesarus and Helex who’d tossed you between themselves like a hackey sack—laughing at your terror. You’d survived Vos’s sadistic prodding and general everything, and you’d even survived the sheer boredom of listening to Tarn drone for hours at a time trying to break your spirit.

You didn’t survive Kaon’s care.

He’d removed your suit to clean you up, and that had been the end. The last thing you would ever remember was your mouth on fire as the gasses evaporating out of your body burned your tongue.

That was your final experience, but it was only the beginning of your time with Kaon. Tailgate was the one to find you sitting in a crudely constructed chair. What little survived months of anaerobic maceration skeletally grinned up at him from behind your askew helmet.

In Kaon’s defense, the little outfit he’d made you out of smelted List victims Was very cute.

#transformers djd #kaon #gore #death #torture tw #Oopsie

[majachee]

Ides of Cybertron (Fan Continuity) Lore Post #1

Regarding mentors, mentees, and vector sigma. (Dystopian shenanigans and corrupt Cybertronian Senate ahead. Includes mentions of indoctrination and such)

Cybertron has two primary ways of producing new mecha; localized hot spots around the planet where young sparks emerge from the soil - wherein the results are randomized and unpredictable, and Vector Sigma - used by companies, organizations, and the rich to retrieve a spark from the Well and design its body for whatever purpose is deemed necessary.

Think of Vector Sigma as a crude, Build Your Own Teenager factory. Newly created mechs (both from localized hot spots and VS) can be compared to Earth's young teenagers, their bodies are typically a bit shorter and lankier than their fully developed counterparts. The bodies will bulk out in time with proper amounts of Energon and other fuel sources, recharge, exercise, and general survival necessities. Cybertronians are an active species, lack of exercise and free movement can cause both physical and mental health issues.

Those who do not get proper nutrients and healthcare during their primary developmental years are likely to experience stunted growth; observe specimens Swindle and Rattrap. This is much more likely to happen to those created from localized hot spots.

The privileged mechs who have access to Vector Sigma have developed a Mentor/Mentee system. The mentee can simply be an apprentice for one's field of work, or can act as a sort of heir for nobles and politicians. Cybertronians are a biologically asexual species, and there are many who would want their legacy to be carried on through a heir, and for their riches and property to stay close to their namesake. And thus, they go to Vector Sigma and take a young mentee under their wing (read: build them BAB style.)

Sparks are more fluid, of course. Sparks naturally come from the Well with a dominant trait; this can be an affinity for the arts, cunning, charisma, empathy, love, spirituality passion, stubborness... While each Spark, each soul, has a handful of natural traits, these can be shaped and, with enough force, extinguished. It all depends on the environment the young mech and their Spark develop in.

Another class of mechs often using Vector Sigma are the Enforcers, a militia-esque police force made entirely for one purpose: Enforce the rule of the Senate and its Prime. Young sparks are put into Enforcer styled frames and immediately indoctrinated into the police force, being fed Senate propaganda from the get-go and heavily dissuaded from anything resembling independent thought. They are to be cogs in the great Cybertronian machine, meant to be despendable at the drop of a hat. Enforcers are often mass produced within the walls of Vector Sigma, and are excluded from the obnoxious celebrations the Nobles and other higher class citizens have for their own young mentees.

Those born from the hot spots, depending on which city-state they hail from, can either have a tight-knit community where young sparks are often taken in by the elders of their community, mimicking the mentor/mentee system of Vector Sigma... Or those from hot spots are forced to raise themselves, older bots willing to adopt and mentor these younger mechs being rather uncommon.

Nobles rarely pay attention to those born from hot spots, and hot spot mechs typically stay within the lower and middle classes.

There are free community schools for new sparks in certain areas, specifically in the tight-knit community cities, but not all of them.

For a species that does not biologically reproduce, they sure do have a nepotism problem.

City-states where the population is mainly (60% or more) Hot Spot mechs (excluding Enforcers):

Polyhex

Nyon

Kaon

Kalis

City-states where the population is mainly (60% or more) Vector Sigma mechs (excluding Enforcers):

Praxis

Vos

Tarn

Iacon

Petrex

The Enforcers, despite hailing from the Vector Sigma factory and having designer models, are treated as nothing more than drones. Often modded with experimental tactical computers and mapping hardware, they are seen as one of the most disposeable classes and are excluded from the rest of society. Runaway Enforcers (those who've managed to see through the cracks of the flawed and oft. contradictory propaganda) are hunted down and killed, along with their associates. Runaways are seldom given asylum by free mechs because of all the reasons listed above. Runaways are seen as defective, the indoctrination and brainwashing did not work on them - that must mean something is wrong.

You don't have to develop a rebellious streak in order to be labelled as a Runaway or defective; you could be too nice, too merciful, too lenient, you could also be too happy, too angry, too melancholy, you could complain about the rain too much, your coworkers could look at you funny... the slightest break in the perfect Enforcer mold could have you thrown out and executed. The mortality rate for Enforcer mentees is disturbingly high, but like those in the lower class, these rates are ignored. Just so the Senate could continue spreading their utopian fantasy of a perfect Cybertron.

Prowl was always doomed from the start, his exile from the Praxian Enforcers was inevitable. He was just barely reaching his adult frame specs when he was forced to mske his escape. It's how he got the scarring on his wings, and he wouldn't have survived if not for a wonderfully rebellious young Noble... One that had been blessed with the Gift of invisibility.

Prowl's mentor in the Praxian Enforcers was Barricade. Barricade, in private, was apathetic. He taught Prowl to wear a mask, and while he spewed the same rhetoric he was taught onto Prowl, he didn't put his spark into it. He was hard on Prowl when it came to combat training, and often told him that if he kept his mouth shut he could become a head tactician one day. What did Prowl have to keep quiet about, you might ask? His strong empathy towards others. Poor Prowl was given a passionately empathic spark, bad luck for the work he was commissioned for.

When Barricade thought the younger was asleep, he'd talk silently to a bunkmate about running away and leaving for Nyon - a poorer city notorious for its close community and lack of Enforcers. Prowl could never figure out if his mentor had planned on taking him with him.

Prowl never knew Barricade's feelings for him, but Prowl found himself admiring his mentor and wanting nothing more than to impress him...

A young mech modded with a logical tac-net, born with large amounts of empathy in his spark, and a want for approval and praise? He was never destined to survive Enforcer training.

#transformers #fan continuity #lore #long post #text #prowl #barricade #ask to tag #maja needs to shut up tag #Haha this fan continuity has dark world building but i'm genuinely trying to keep it pg. sorry. sobs #note: heirs who rebel against their function are typically disowned or sent to 'A Boarding School' #ides of cybertron

[lord-squiggletits]

Oo very interesting stuff 👀👀 Yeah Pharma could definitely live normally with some integrated ways of being aware of his surroundings and during surgery he would probably survive pretty well if he has a nurse tell him where there are abnormalities in a patient etc. I'd imagine he also gets frustrated pretty often when people around him infantilize him. Treating him like he doesn't know what is going around him, or that he is always in danger because he doesn't have working optics. He can read EM fields just fine and his internal computers are sophisticated enough to give him an idea what the world around him is like.

Yeah, I think part of why blind Pharma clicked in my head so fast (I think it was just a random dream I had?) is because the ableism he would face feeds well into his existing canon personality to me. I mean, in canon Pharma is mainly insecure in regards to being compared to Ratchet, but I think it's fitting that Pharma's preoccupation with being the best could also arise from defensiveness, from constantly having to argue "no being blind doesn't make me less capable" and having to overachieve in order to get the same trust and recognition that seeing doctors got easily. I don't usually dabble in AU's, but when I do I prefer that they reference/fit in with canon as much as possible y'know.

Also, maybe Pharma can be capable of seeing if he has cables hooked up to him or something? Like maybe with some sort of camera attached to a tool (surgeons have those IRL) he could plug the tool into him and he actually gets visual feed directly from the camera, it's just his eyes that don't work. So Pharma has the ability to see in small, delicate surgeries but in day to day stuff he doesn't actually see. His drone can see for him. Even when it comes to reading, canon confirmed that Cybertronians can download literature directly to their brains, so Pharma can easily read and write hospital records and keep up with the paperwork part of his job.

Also who knows, maybe in some Tarnma scenario in this blind Pharma AU, part of why Pharma is inclined to like Tarn is because Tarn didn't ask him one question about his surgical capabilities and his blindness and instead just went "so I hear you're one of the best doctors alive" or whatever. Haha

#squiggle answers #blind pharma au #tarn reads his anti functionist books and his daddy megatron said to not be ableist towards people lmao

[witchofthesouls]

Thing from the Addams family would still be a hand as a cybertronian but his altmode would be the strangest, most deadly and vaguely silly swiss army knife known to any species and he most definitely has far more tools than there should be space for them.

It would be hilarious. Considering that Thing has a near-infinite amount of servo-sized possibilities and the creative kill-muse by the DJD, it should have been a match made in Hell.

Not at all.

The mechs are so distrustful over Thing. Where is its brain-module? Its spark and T-cog? Is it even alive or a really fantastic drone?

Thing's favorite member is Nickel. The diminutive medic is fastidious, well-organized, and cracks a verbal whip over the mountainous, vicious members of DJD. She also keeps a check on the more volatile antics of the Addams.

Thing has developed a praise kink with all the 'please' and 'thank you' from Nickel.

Because Nickel is a Forged medic and enjoys her newest assistant, she does servo maintenance on the Thing.

It's in heaven. The deep-tissue massage, the scrapping of accumulated crud and slag, the realignment of cables, the rebuffing, and the non-conductive cream at the end.

Nickel gets to see and feel a very happy, slack Thing on the table.

Despite being a disembodied servo, Thing is highly expressive and has Opinions.

Thing keeps scorecards and basic phrases in its subspace.

Yes, No, Maybe, Hello, Good-bye, drumming fingers for boredom, jazz hands for excitement, and Fuck You.

Out of everyone on the ship, Thing has the most graceful writing, and it pisses off Tarn so much.

Thing and Kaon do strike up a friendship. Kaon can't see, Thing can't speak, so the middle-ground is chirolinguistics.

They have a thing for romance novels and murder mysteries.

On the shared downtime, they go bargain hunting.

If Kaon wants to up the creepy factor, Thing is menacingly perched on his shoulder.

Kaon finds out that Thing has quite a mouth and temper when it furiously speaks hand at meal times or the dealer's tables.

#ask #skyite #transformers #transformers idw #addams family #Thing #Nickel #Tarn #Kaon #killer friendships #implied violence #maccadam #my writing #idw #mtmte #tarn is suffering more

[sweetie-bunbutt]

I am really not sure if i can take the modern Wolfenstein games seriously.

I am currently playing the Old colussus after playing through the new order and old Blood and on one part it really shows all the terrible things the Nazis did during the war and how the world might look like if they actually were the ones to win the war.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut on the other hand, Giant mechs, Nazi Zombies and a movie audition with Adolf Hitler.

Like in the New order you literally get put into a concentration camp (with the mission to free someone from it) and see the suffering of the people in their, not to mention that places like Auschwitz and Buchenwald. You break into a cellar but get captured and tortured by a sadistic nazi doctor and then thrown into a fucking fournace from which BJ climbs out from and sneaks himself throught the Lab.

AND THEN A FEW MINUTES LATER YOU TAKE CONTROL OF A HUGE ROBOT AND DESTROY THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAMP AND KILLING NAZIS LEFT AND RIGHT WITH GRENADE LAUNCHERS AND MINIGUNS!

or another example would be in the New collossus.

A touching scene of BJ going to the House he lived in when he was a Child, memories of his terrible Father flushing his head as he enters to find a Ring his mother told him about. In the House he also finds his Father who tells him about how the Nazi "rounded up all the Jews and the coloreds and the queers" and how "this is a whites man's world now" followed by him holding a Gun at BJs face. BJ shoves the Gun away killing his Father with an Axe only to discover that the Nazis have heard the conversation and know where they are. Then BJ was captured, his suit that was the last thing that was able to make him stand was taken. The first plan of his friends to save him failed miserably, during the court session BJ dreams about breaking out and killing every Nazi in the Room and finding his Mom. And of course the execution scene in which General Engel (the main antagonist in The new colossus) shopped his Head off and threw it in a Fire pit.

AND THEN A DRONE, STOLEN BY THE REST OF THE RESISTANCE, CAPTURES BJ'S HEAD, FLIES TO THE HIDING SPOT OF THE RESISTANCE WHO THEN CONNECT THE HEAD TO A MASHINE THAT KEEPS HIM ALIVE AND THEN HIS HEAD GETS CONNECTED TO A NEW SPECIAL SOLDIER BODY THAT THEY STOLE FROM THE NAZIS AND EVEN GETS AND UPGRADE THAT THE PLAYER CAN CHOOSE.

Tho i think the best example would be the entirety of the Old Blood. In the Beginning it was said that the Allies are losing the war, BJ and his Partner Wesley tarned tehmself as Nazis to get to Caslte wolfenstein to get the document that might change the direction of the War to the better. Plan failed, BJ gets captured, Wesley gets extremely tortured and killed. BJ breaks out, dresses up as a waiter to get closer to Helga von Schabbs who owns the important documents. Helga noticed that BJ obvisously isn't German due to his Accent and before they could arrest or kill him an explosion occures that destroyes the entire fucking Town AND DUE TO THAT EXPLOSION SOME WEIRD ASS GAS GOT RELEASED THAT TURNED THE PEOPLE (MOSTLY JUST THE NAZIS) INTO FUCKING ZOMBIES AND FORCES BJ TO FIGHT AGAINST THE NAZI ZOMBIE INFESTED TOWN. and the player has to choose between rescuing a Woman who is trying to find her Girlfriend or some dude who wants to Hijack a zeppeling and throw flyers over Berlin. (I choose to save the Girl btw.) in which one of the two gets turned into a Zombie and has to be killed shortly afterward BJ sneaks throught a cemertary to the place where the explosion came from and foughts through more Nazis and Nazi zombies (the Nazis and the Zombies are not allies btw.)

AND THEN AT THE END, BJ FINDS HELGA AGAIN AND ACCIDENTALLY BRINGS HER AN IMPORTANT DOCUMENT THAT ALLOWS HER TO SUMMON A HUGE FUCKING MONSTER KNOWN AS "THE FLESH GOLEM" OR "KING OTTOS I'S MONSTER" WHO THEN FIRST SEEM TO BE CONTROLLED BY HELGA BUT INSTEAD YEET HER OUT OF THE ROOM, BITES OFF THE HEAD OF THE IDIOT THAT WAS WITH HER AND THEN THE FINAL BATTLE BETWEEN BJ AND THE FLESH GOLEM STARTS IN WHICH ALSO NAZIS APPEAR WHO FOR SOME REASON THINK THAT IT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO SHOOT AT THE ONE ALLIED GUY INSTEAD OF THE FUCKING MONSTER!!!

And after all that, BJ gets the documents, gets saved by an old friend and then send to his 'last' fight aka. to the happenings of the first order.

Sooooo that was also only a bit of the Games, there is more serious and crazy stuff in it which is fun but also confusing because idk how i should feel about the things happening. You literally run around as a One man army, shredding Nazis like a shredder shredds paper, having the fun of you life and then suddenly you have a cutscene in which someone tells about the terrible things they saw when a nuclear bomb hit New York.

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