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thicctails · 24 days
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I have an Easter treat for y'all! A sneak peek of Chapter 11 of De spatio inter astra :3
This is Miko's segment:
Miko was no longer Miko.
Entropy. That’s what the adults called her. They called her other things, too, like chaos-bringer and little warrior, but those weren’t designations.
Or, perhaps they were, for someone who wasn’t her.
The Sparkling thought about that, about strange designations and even stranger bots, and dipped her head back down to scoop up another mouthful of the delicious, filling metal that the loud Seeker had brought back for her, looking very proud of himself as he’d bestowed the gift upon the young one. She held the metal in her mouth and let the heat from her belly flow up her throat, chuffing happily as it bubbled and melted, sliding down into her tanks and leaving her feeling fuller than she could remember ever being.
Either way, she was Entropy now, though the name still tasted strange on her glossa and didn’t quite stick in her processor like Miko had. It wasn’t a bad designation by any means, and she liked it, really! But, Miko had been… her. It was what Jack, Raf and Cody had called her, it was what was whispered to her in her fuzzy dreams and even fuzzier memories, calling her to the brink of remembrance. It was what she called herself.
But she had no way of telling her new guardians that. They couldn’t understand her, not in the way her brothers could. They did not hear her language, and she could not will her glossa to form their complex words. They were locked in a state of passable communication, unable to truly speak but capable of getting across what they needed to.
Hadn’t… hadn’t she been able to before?
The Femme paused, denta only a hairsbreadth away from the next bite of her meal. She looked at her potential Sire and Carrier, watching as they spoke in soft, happy tones. Breakdown noticed her staring and gave her a warm smile, his red optics shining with adoration as he reached out and gently caressed the space between her wings
Miko- Entropy could have sworn that she’d been able to speak like them, had been able to make thoughts into words that everyone had been able to hear. She’d spoken to… someone. Someone much bigger than her, with kind, blue optics and gentle servos. Images of green plating shining in a beam of sunlight and a deep laugh that she could feel with her whole body wavered in her processor like mist, present enough that she could catch glimpses, but never tangible enough to grasp.
She frowned, appetite waning as frustration rippled through her frame. Pulling away from Breakdown’s touch, Entropy transformed out of her altmode, wincing as the action pulled at her healing injuries. The Sparkling rubbed at her face, growling softly.
“What’s the matter, sweetspark?” Knock Out questioned, giving the Femme his full attention.
Entropy shrugged, tail flicking with agitation. She hated not being able to remember her life before her imprisonment. Honestly, she would have preferred it if she’d forgotten it entirely, at least then she’d be ignorant to the fact that there had even been a before to forget.
The Predacon huffed and walked towards the edge of the counter she’d been eating on, chirping at the older Cybertronians as she pointed towards the door. If she wasn’t going to eat, Entropy would rather go and explore instead of sitting around and doing nothing. She’d been feeling so energized lately, beyond grateful that she could move without her frame aching, or having to fight just to lift her head, and she’d seen so little of the world.
“Oh, you want to go for a walk? Alright, my litte star, we’ll take a quick stroll up to the navigation deck, but I want you to finish your ore when we get back. You’re still so skinny…” Knock Out fussed, scooping Entropy up and depositing her into his subspace. Entropy poked her helm out, fins perking up in excitement as some of her previous anger melted away.
She loved the navigation deck. It could be a little overwhelming, as there were usually many bots present in the space, but the fact that she could see outside made it all worth it.
The sky had enchanted her the first time she’d seen it. It had been her third day in this new place, and Knock Out had been keeping a much closer optic on her after she’d wandered away to explore and had ended up finding herself within Starscream’s nest, drawn by the warmth of his chassis. Since she couldn’t be left unsupervised, the medic had taken Mi- Entropy with him as he went to speak with Soundwave, who was confirming the location of another Energon mine. The Decepticon TIC had expressed a desire to see their newest addition, since he’d only witnessed the Sparkling in the throws of panic and agony.
Entropy had been happy enough to go somewhere new, but that feeling had been totally eclipsed by sheer, unbridled awe as she saw the night sky with her own optics, separated only by the glass of the huge windows that lined the room. She had memories of the sight, but they were as faded and foggy as the ones she’d seen today, not allowing her to truly know what her optics had once beheld.
It had seemed infinite to Entropy, a vast, dark expanse that cradled a thousand bright, twinkling stars within itself. Though it seemed wholly black at first, when Knock Out, upon seeing her obvious interest, brought her closer she began to see hues of blue and purple woven into the inky void. The navigation room was bathed in silver that night, lit by the gentle light of an enormous moon that shone brighter than all the stars combined. It had reminded her of her clutchmate’s optics, the ivory glow bringing tears to her own.
Today, though, the cool night had been replaced by the vibrant day, the sky coloured with a gradient of blue, fluffy, white clouds occasionally rolling over the glass and leaving behind drops of water that streamed upwards and out of sight. The Femme cooed in delight as she watched the shimmering drops race each other, smiling when Breakdown lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders so that she could see better. A thick cloud suddenly washed over the glass, dark and moist with rain. The rain splattered against the glass, fat drops crashing down so hard it almost sounded like thunder.
…thunder? What was-
“Come on Bulkhead, it’s just a little rain!”
“Miko, it’s pouring out there! It’s not safe!”
Miko laughed and leapt into another puddle. Her and Bulkhead had been out on a simple patrol when the sky had decided that the dry, desert earth deserved some rain today. It was a rare sight in Nevada, and Miko herself had only seen it rain here once before, and it certainly hadn’t been coming down as hard as it was now. So, obviously, she had launched herself out of Bulkhead’s cab the first chance she had gotten. She could see herself reflected in the Autobot’s armour, skin glistening with rain and hair plastered to her face and neck, her clothes now sodden and dripping. Usually, the sensation of wet hair and clothes against her skin would bother her, but the rain was warm and her excitement easily overtook any discomfort.
“Pshh. What, you scared of thunder or something?” She’d teased, resting her hands on her hips as she arched a brow at her partner.
“…”
“What?! Seriously? Dude, you’re like, ginormous! Plus, thunder can’t hurt you, it’s just the sound lightning makes, or something like that. Raf explained it to me once, but I wasn’t paying that much attention.”
She’d been shocked by the silent admission. Bulkhead, her Bulkhead, scared of something loud? That couldn’t be right; the two of them had caused explosions that were far louder than any thunder she’d ever heard.
“I know, but… we didn’t have thunder on Cybertron. There was rain, but it was made of acid and could melt any bot unfortunate enough to get caught out in it. The first time I ever heard it was a few weeks after we landed on Earth. Heh, I thought the ‘cons had found us at first, and even Prime got spooked when it started to rain.”
The thought of Optimus freaking Prime being scared of a little water was almost as unbelievable as her big green guardian being frightened by thunder, but as she took in what Bulkhead said, Miko began to understand. She imagined herself in his place, lost on an alien world that looked nothing like her home, surrounded by sounds that reminded her of war and fearing that the planet she’d landed on was about to shower her in acid. It must have been terrifying.
“Really? Huh… Well, don’t worry Bulk, I’ll keep you safe from any nasty thunder!” She’d promised enthusiastically, walking up to Bulkhead and placing a comforting hand on his leg as a flash of lightning illuminated the horizon, a clap of thunder rolling out across the vast desert soon after. Miko found that she no longer found the rain as delightful as she once had. Perhaps Nevada’s sparse rainfall was a blessing to the ‘bots, its rarity making it so they seldom had to worrythat the liquid would suddenly scald and melt them.
“Thanks Miko. I know you always have my back.” Bulkhead replied, giving her a fond look. He scooped her up into his hand and transformed back into his alt mode, blasting the girl with warm air and heating up her seat so that she wouldn’t catch a cold. “Come on, let’s head on back before Ratchet has a fit and starts ranting about me gett’n rusty…”
Entropy stared hard at the rain and tried not to tremble, her processor whirling in confusion as she tried to understand the first truly clear memory of her life from before the dark place. She looked at her servo, watched as the dark metal shifted and moved as she curled her digits, their curved points scratching against her palm. She looked at it, and wondered, for the first time, why it was like that. She pressed her claws in slightly deeper, and something within her felt sick when the metal did not yield to the pressure.
Where had her skin gone?
Miko- (no, no!) Entropy looked down at her frame, touching the beginnings of what would be her armour. The others often praised her for it; saying that she’d be a formidable warrior with an impenetrable hide someday, that she’d be healthy and strong soon, and that her first colours would show themselves after her armour formed. She pressed on it, but it did not give beneath the pressure like it had before, back when her tanks had never been full and her wounds always bled.
But it had before even then, hadn’t it?
Entropy was sharp and unyielding, Miko was soft and squishy,
Miko had memories of blue and rain, Entropy knew only red and fire.
Both had bled, but what flowed from torn flesh and what dripped from gouged wires were two entirely different things.
Entropy was a Predacon.
Miko was… had been…
Entropy looked at the glass again, and saw a face she knew belonged to her, and yet it was so wholly alien that it made her tanks churn and her frame rattle with pure, primal terror.
She didn’t know this creature.
She knew her better than anyone ever could.
She was not this being.
She once had worn her skin, spoke with her voice, looked with her eyes, and bled her blood.
She was Entropy
She was Miko.
She was both and neither, whole yet separate. The face she saw was both hers and someone that had died screaming back in that dark, dark place, ripped apart and put back together by the same holy being that lay trapped within the jaws of a sacrilegious machine.
Entropy touched her cheek, and felt that it was wet. She glanced up, wondering for a moment if perhaps the glass had broken, but soon felt another warm tear run over her claw.
She missed the warm rain and the lightning and the thunder that rolled across a desert that she’d seen a thousand times in her dreams. She wanted it back. She wanted the life that had been taken from her back.
Entropy wanted to be Miko again.
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qatheauthoress74 · 3 months
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Chapter "107" Summary: Part 1 of the Season 5 Finale where nothing is the same once more. (Man, I say that a lot in each finale summary, don't I?)
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ironwolf-gone · 6 months
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Smokescreen takes Sunstreaker and Sideswipe on a field trip and come across someone unexpected.
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tzuu-died · 2 months
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after brainrotting for the entire day about @burnt-out-jet ‘s tarn au, i present to you:
yup. a fanfic about this au :3
i might write more chapters for this but idk.. let me know what y’all think!!
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bairdcrevan · 2 years
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Two Cigarettes in the Dark
In the mood for some Noir, atmospheric Transformers fanfic?
Have 40k of it XD
Link on Ao3 > > > Two Cigarettes in the Dark
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And a preview of some art in the fic from Euca on twitter- and a comic coming later by @akapen011 ;)
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bitter-goodbyes · 9 months
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Fun fact about me, I love “characters watch/react to (media they’re from)” fanfics lol
So, anyone have any good, completed fics about Bumblebee (2018) like that? I’ve been having the hardest time finding some!!!
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Me when i accidentally find the FLUFFIEST cyclonus/galvatron/scourge fic.
Like. And it's a series too? Ohhhoh this is going to be fun
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gingiekittycat · 4 months
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I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.
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starryylies · 1 month
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Loser! König fucking your panties
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Poor baby he’s so needy and desperate half the time
Hes so touch starved ong :((
Gets hard even if your hand brushes his
But he's so gentle with you
But sometimes he can't control himself
How could he with a pretty lil thing like you
Who would’ve thought though
That the big mean and brutish soldier is humping his dick into your dirty panties that he stole from the hamper to get himself off
Nasty, nasty pervert
so nasty that he doesn't stop fucking it even when you enter the room
Instead the shameless brute locks his eyes with yours as he fucks his angry red cock into your panties
But you're not any less are you?
Locking eyes while you’re rubbing your thighs
Looking up at him like a needy lil pup wanting a treat for being a good girl
His raspy voice groans lustfully
“C’mere Schatz, look at what you did”
“Be a good little girl and fix it f’me yea”
A smirk plasters his face as
You move closer towards him
Slowly,
Like a predator carefully approaching its prey
Your soft hands grip onto könig's cock, stroking it languidly
Stroking his cock into the soft material of your panty
How disgusting
But looking at him being such a mess
Was heaven
"Kö daddy you wanna cum?"
"Y-yes schatz, fuck please"
Dirty bastard fucking your panty like it's your cunt,
Dirty fucking bastard cumming into those panties
And you dirty little slut wearing those cum soaked panties for the remaining day
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С опозданием запрыгиваю на хэллоуинский шабаш. (I'm late jumping into the Halloween sabbath.)
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qatheauthoress74 · 6 months
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Chapter "103" Part 1 Summary: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” — Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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ironwolf-gone · 7 months
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With half of the Autbot's down with a sickness, no one is getting much done.
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moonlight1110 · 26 days
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Thinking about bf!simon rn
This is a quickie bc i just love him
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Simon, who knows you aren't in an established relationship, yet he can't help the jealousy that creeps up his back and latches on like a parasite every time he sees you talking with another man, especially when you give them a smile, and especially when you laugh at something they say because in his mind, only he can make you smile like that.
Simon, who knows he doesn't have the right to tell you to stay with him but he just can't help it. "Can you make me some tea, love? Feeling tired tonight", anything just to get you to stay even for a few minutes more because he enjoys your company, but most of all, he enjoys seeing the way your eyes light up when you look up at him.
Simon, who so desperately wants to reach out and grab your hand when you walk alongside each other down the hall. He wants everyone to know who he belongs to and where his loyalties lie, but he just can't do it despite the aching desperation that claws at him every time your hands brush against each other, even for a moment.
Simon, who's unsure if he should actually pursue a relationship because he doesn't want to ruin your friendship. You have a good thing going between the both of you, why would he want to ruin it?
Simon, who seeks advice from the rest of the team and gets a rough talking-to when they scold him for holding in how he feels all this time, but they also encourage him to go for it. "The worst they can do is say no".
Simon, who finally gathers enough courage to finally ask you to talk, but he's so serious about it because he has never done this before and he doesn't want to mess it up. You think something has happened, so when he asks you to talk in private, you don't ask any questions and follow him, concerned that something bad happened to him.
Simon, who stutters and mumbles when he explains how much he likes you and how sorry he is for being so bad at words, but he tried his best and finally asks you if he can be your boyfriend.
Bf!Simon, who's eyes widen when you say yes and he almost can't believe it. He's immediately reaching for your hand, and when he finally gets to hold it, its like his love for you just tripled.
Bf!Simon, who doesn't get as jealous anymore when you talk to other men because at the end of the day, he knows he's the one you look for and the one you seek comfort it. He trusts you, he knows he can.
Bf!Simon, who still asks you to stay with him for your company but he doesn't do it as much anymore. He knows when work is over, you'll be waiting for him with open arms, ready to cuddle him and ease the stress of the day. He has you at the end of the day and all the comfort and company he could ever ask for.
Bf!Simon, who gently caresses your hand when he holds it as you walk down the hallways, everyone knows who he belongs to now, and he wants it to stay that way. His hold on your hand is gentle, loving, and warm. He loves feeling your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together as you walk.
Bf!Simon, who is so much more secure than he was before, he knows that he made the greatest decision of his life now that he has you by his side.
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cassiesdad-blog · 1 year
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want his balls stuffed so far down my throay
lovely work done by @loneghostwolf !!!
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rainbowsuitcase · 2 months
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So much BTS lore feels like fanfiction and I can't get over it
Two of the members hated each other at first. They argued a lot and one time, they threw folded clothes at each other and the member who folded them had to come scold them. And now they keep reminding everyone how long they've known each other for. They wrote a song together where they said that "respect is a higher tier than love" and then called each other "my respect."
The smartest member of the group (one the previous two morons btw) didn't know how to tie his shoelaces until highschool. He doesn't eat seafood because he loves crabs. He's a literal geniues and he's so clumsy and such a dork (and I relate so deeply). And that body, guys, I'm telling you. This whole guy was made by a fanfic author.
Their company was near bankrupcy when they debuted. One of the members, who was getting offers from so many other companies, joined this one because he admired another member who was already a part of it. When these two met for the first time, member two was only wearing underwear and member one said "wow, thighs."
Another member came to an audition, not to audition himself but to support a friend. He was the only person from that audition round to get in. The friend did not.
Another member, who was studying to be an actor, was street cast on a bus.
One of them lost confidence and tried to leave before the debut, but another convinced him to come back, because they "needed him."
The whole industry hated them when they debuted and now they're arguably the best kpop group worldwide. (Arguably, read: argue with the wall)
(Add your own pls, I want to make a collection from this)
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So I'm reading that "Under the Floorboards" fic and while it's really good I'm having trouble because my Awkward Sensors are shouting in my ear
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