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silkling · 3 years

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Hi Silkling, could you please write a TFP story where Sierra discovers the Autobot's secret and joins up with Team Prime? TFP never really did much with her, and I think that a shame. I think Smokescreen would make a good partner for her.

Absolutely! Great to see you again in my ask box! :D your last prompt was super fun to write to, so I’m looking forward to this one! Now, I admit, I never paid much attention to Sierra, and the show didn’t give us a lot to work with, so I’m going to have to come up with some of her characterization. And I agree. So I’m mashing her with Smokescreen. It’s gonna a be great. I love Smokescreen very much! I even have a whole AU of my own for him. He’s a tiny happy dumbass and since Sierra has basically no canon personality, I can make her be his long-suffering but still very fond best friend.

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Sierra had been having a good day. Emphasis on the word had. It was the weekend. She had packed a small picnic, grabbed her favorite book, and hopped on her bike. She’d ridden out to the popular hiking trails, intending to take a short hike and finding a nice place to spend the afternoon with a her novel and her snacks. The sun was out, the weather was great, and she had nothing to do today. It was perfect. So, of course, the laws of the universe demanded that something go wrong.

‘Murphy is a cruel bastard and and I’m going to punch him in the face when I see him in the afterlife.’ She thought viciously, staring up at the hulking titan that had just crushed her lunch and bike under a single massive metal foot with a sense of numb disbelief. ‘At least I still have the book.’ She ignored how the thought echoed with a note of hysteria as she shoved said book into the messenger bag over her shoulder.

“Are you Sierra O’Niell?”

She was only slightly surprised when the massive robot spoke. Because why wouldn’t the giant robot that had just moments ago been a jet be able to speak? Honestly, what even was her life at this point. She was more concerned with the fact that the thing knew her name. Her initial instinct was the demand how it knew her name. But she’d seen the movies. She knew that would only confirm it’s suspicions.

“Who?” she forced herself to ask instead, surprising herself with how steady her voice was. It was the shock, she told herself. It had to be. It was making her emotionally numb. “What are you?”

The robot seemed startled, before it snarled something that was most definitely a curse. It started speaking, though not to her, and it took Sierra a moment to realize it must have been talking over some sort of built in communication system. “-wrong human, Soundwave! This pathetic fleshling you pointed out to me doesn’t even know who I am talking about.” It paused. “What do you mean it’s not the wrong human? I just told you-“ it cut itself off. “Ah. I see.” A sinister grin twisted at metallic features. “Thank you, Soundwave. I will return with my prize shortly.”

Oh, Sierra did not like the sound of that.

Sure enough, the robot turned to face her when it was done. “It seems you lied to me, little fleshling.” it sneered. “My associate tracked the signal of your personal communications device. You humans never go without it, I’ve been told.”

She blinked. “You hacked my phone?” she sputtered, and oops, she’d just confirmed her identity. ‘Stupid, Sierra.’

It’s face twisted into a cruel expression of glee. She did not like it. “Indeed.” It began bending down, and then a large hand was reaching towards her. “You shall be coming with me, human. Soundwave has seen how Jackson Darby is fond of you.” it purred. “You will make a lovely bargaining chip against that pathetic human runt and his Autobot protectors.”

And wait, this was because of Jack? How did he come into all this? If this thing was after her because of him, that had to mean he knew about it and it’s…friends. Did robots have friends? She didn’t know. And wait, Autobot?

She stiffened, scrabbling away from the large metallic hand, shunting those questions to the back of her mind to be answered later. Escape the terrifying metal monster now, murder Jack for pulling her into this later. Clearly though, the robot disliked her attempt to flee because it only growled and stepped towards her again.

That’s when she heard the roaring of a powerful engine. It made the robot pause too, and they both looked to where the sound came from. Then, over the crest of a hill, a white and blue sports car came flying in. It had red accents and bold 38s painted onto its doors. Sierra was impressed. She was no car person, but even she liked this one. Only, the car started breaking apart once it hit the ground, unfolding and growing into the form of, you guessed it, another robot.

Sierra despaired for her luck. ‘Murphy is going to die a second time for this. He’d better be prepared.’ She thought with vicious hysteria.

Except, to her great surprise, the new robot didn’t try to help capture her. No, instead it rammed full force into the tall jet robot that had tried to snatch her up. Said jet yelped before quickly getting back to its feet. Sierra heard the should of metal and gears shifting, and saw the newcomer’s large hand change to some sort of weapon, though not one she could recognize.

“Terrorizing humans now, Starscream?” it taunted. “Can’t say I’m surprised, you always were one to sink so low.”

The first robot, Starscream, apparently, snarled in outrage. “Pathetic Autobot!” it roared, and oh, so this newcomer was Autobot?

Except, from the two names she’d heard already, that didn’t sound like the type of name these robots seemed to have. She did notice the little face badges they wore, the white bot bearing a red one proudly on its shoulders while the jet robot wore a smaller, pointier face on its chest. So maybe those had something to do with the whole ‘Autobot’ thing? Hell if she knew. Sierra was clever, and she’d always been good at puzzles and mystery solving, but she didn’t have enough information for this whole…thing.

“I’m not the one who’s picking on defenseless humans, ‘Con!” the car robot barked, smirking at the skinnier jet.

The jet only snarled, lifting an arm that she was just noticing had a freaking missile attached to it, and the white robot stilled briefly, before shooting her a frantic look and oh, would you look at that, she seemed to be right in the blast radius of the missile, and oh god she was going to die-

Except, there was that shifting sound again, but much larger, and then car robot was leaping towards her. It hit the ground in car form, it’s driver door open as it slid sideways in her direction, and then she was swept up into it and the door slammed shut. Tires squealed, and then they were peeling away to the sound of a missile screaming and impacting where they had been a half second before. The jet roared in outrage, but the car robot was speeding straight towards civilization, and it seemed to want to avoid that because when she glanced at the rear view mirror she saw it leap into the sky and transform before flying away.

Sierra slowly sat up from her ungainly sprawl, pulling the seatbelt across her chest on reflex before sitting back against the driver’s seat and wheezing. Her heartbeat, which she only just noticed had been thundering wildly in her chest, started to slowly calm, and she had to force herself to take deep, even breaths to keep herself from hyperventilating.

Now, Sierra wasn’t an irrational girl. She was among the top students of all her classes, she was smart, she knew a lot about various topics, and she had a good understanding of how people worked. She was clever, she knew she had a good head on her shoulders. She kept some of her interests closer to her chest, and she played the good, polite, quiet girl for the adults, because she wasn’t without manners, thank you very much. All that meant, though, was that she wasn’t prone to screaming in terror and running like a madman when she was freaked out by something. She would prefer to understand something rather than be irrationally terrified of it.

This, though? This was a bit much, even for her. As her heartbeat calmed, a sense of nausea built in her throat. “Excuse me, robot?” she squeaked. She wasn’t even sure if she could communicate with it while it was in car mode, but it was worth a shot.

“It’s Smokescreen.”

What?

“What?”

“My name is Smokescreen. Not “robot”.”

It sounded miffed. Which, okay. That was fair. If someone called her just “human” she’d probably be upset too. Hell, she had been upset when that other one, Starscream, had called her a “fleshling”. Smokescreen’s voice also sounded very male, and she paused before asking.

“And you’re not an “it” either, then?”

“No, I’m a mech.” A pause. “Uh, a male, by your definitions.”

“Okay. Smokescreen. Well, I’m Sierra, and as grateful as I am for your rescue you should really, really stop and let me out. Humans don’t handle extreme stress very well and I’m about to be sick.”

“Sick?”

Oh god, did robots even get sick?

“I’m about to vomit. Which means I am very close to expelling internal body waste, and it will be right in your seats if you don’t let me out so I can barf behind some rocks.” she informed him tightly, fighting down a gag.

There was a brief moment if silence as Smokescreen seemed to process her words, before he turned off the side of the road, drove behind some rocks, and popped open the door. “Please don’t be sick in me.” Oh, now he sounded sick. Sierra felt a little bad.

She didn’t say anything to that, instead stumbling out of the car and out of sight, before promptly bending over and tossing her breakfast. She gagged on bile, and after a moment of pause to make sure there was nothing left in her stomach, she stood and made her way back to where Smokescreen was waiting. She pulled her water bottle from her bag, taking a sip and washing out her mouth with it before spitting it to the side, and then she proceeded to drink everything left in the bottle. She tucked it away, turning to her impromptu ride, and opened her mouth to speak, when-.

“Oh slag.” He beat her to the punch.

She was confused, recognizing that as a curse of some sort, and then she heard the beeping from his radio.

“Um, hold on for a minute, alright? I gotta take this.” He sounded anxious, and didn’t give her a chance to answer before there was a click as he did just that.

She heard muffled noises over the radio, though she couldn’t make out the words being said.

“Um, yeah. There was a ‘Con signal. I was close so I checked it out.”

More radio noises, angry sounding ones.

“I know, I know! But I was closest and no one would pick up their comm. so I thought I should st least check it out! It was a good thing too, Starscream was there and he was about to snatch up a human!”

A pause, and then an explosion of garbled noise from the radio. Sierra got the feeling that Smokescreen was wincing.

“Well what was I supposed to do? Let her be taken? Plus she’d already seen him so it wasn’t like seeing me was going to do much damage!”

A growling noise, followed by a hiss of static.

“Yes, Ratchet. I know. And I am sorry, alright! I know I went against code again but if I had waited a human would’ve been in Deception hands and as new as I am to this planet, even I know that’s bad!”

Wait, planet? Was this giant ass robot an actual alien? That…honestly made sense. With that day she’d had, she wasn’t even surprised. Smokescreen was still having his discussion with…whoever was on the other end.

“Yes, I’ll bring her back to base. I’m not going to apologize for saving her, though.”

More angry static.

“Yeah yeah. I get it.”

He sounded tired, defeated. Sierra felt bad, and wondered what was being said to make him sound like that when he’d been so bright before.

“No, you don’t need to send a ground bridge. I’m close to the base anyway. I’ll be there soon.”

There was a click as Smokescreen disconnected from whoever called him, and then she could tell he was talking to her when he spoke next. “Mind hopping in? I gotta bring you back to base. The boss can explain everything. I promise you won’t be hurt or anything.”

Sierra hesitated for a moment, then sighed. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but at this point what was the harm? Besides, her gut instinct was telling her that, based on what that Starscream character had said about Jack, she wouldn’t have to worry about being hurt. Not if Darby spent all his free time around these weird alien robots and came back fine. Mind decided, she slipped into the car’s open door. It shut on its own, and she buckled herself in once more.

“Thanks.” He sounded grateful. And then he was driving off.

He wasn’t saying anything, and neither was Sierra, and she let herself be alone with her thoughts. They drove for a while, and Sierra let herself enjoy the landscape that passed by Smokescreen’s window. He really was a nice ride, she mused. Sleek and fast, and his engine purred quietly as he drove along the highway. She didn’t know much about cars, but she knew his car mode was a good one.

Soon enough, they were coming towards a large mesa. Smokescreen drove right toward its side, not even slowing as he approached, Sierra tensed, about to protest, when a previously invisible door opened in the rock face. She shut her mouth, her eyes blowing wide. Oh. That explained that. Their base was hidden in plain sight. Which…she supposed was fitting, for alien robots who disguised themselves as cars and jets. Smokescreen took them through a tunnel, and then they were coming into a large central chamber. Sierra peeked out if the window to see two other robots there. One, stocky and painted in red and white. The other…was absolutely massive. He towered above the red and white bot, and she had a feeling he’d tower over Smokescreen too. He was broad as he was tall, with wide shoulders and a heavy looking chest, his metal armor painted in red and blue. Sierra didn’t know how she knew, but she just knew that this large one was a he, a mech, as Smokescreen had said.

The door at her side popped open, and after brief hesitation she unbuckled herself and stood up. There was that sound of transformation behind her, and she glanced back to see Smokescreen rising to his feet in his robot mode. Then a voice spoke and she snapped her head around to see the large bot speaking.

“Greetings, young one. My name is Optimus Prime. My companion is Ratchet, and you have already met Smokescreen.”

Ratchet. That’s who Smokescreen had been talking to earlier. “I’m Sierra.” she said after a moment. “Sierra O’Niell.”

Optimus tilted his head downwards in her direction. “May I inquire why Starscream was attempting to abduct you, if you know?”

“You’re very polite.” she remarked dryly. “He said something about wanting to use me to get to Jack Darby, so that he could in turn use Jack to get to the “Autobots”. I’m guessing that’s you guys?”

Optimus shared a look with Ratchet, then looked back at her. “Indeed. Myself and my team are Autobots. Starscream is a Decepticon. Our factions are enemies, I am afraid.” he explained. “We are not from your world, Sierra O’Niell. We hail from a planet called Cybertron. Our two factions were at War on our home, and that War destroyed our world. The Deceptions came here, searching for energon, and we have followed them to keep them from destroying your planet and it’s people in their quest for it.”

Sierra turned that over. She’d guessed they weren’t from Earth, so that wasn’t a surprise. The rest of the information was new, though. And appreciated. “What’s energon? And how does Jack fit into all this?”

Optimus sighed. “Energon is an energy source, and the very lifeblood of every Cybertronian.” he explained. “It is a natural resource that was once common on our home, and somehow Earth too produces it in great abundance.” he explained. “Jackson, Miko, and Raphael became involved with us by accident. They were seen with my Autobots when they mistakenly were pulled into a battle with the Decepticons, and the Decepticons assumed they were our allies. In order to protect them, we took them under our watch and guard to ensure they could not be harmed.”

So, Esquivel and Nakadai were part of this too. She shouldn’t be surprised. She’d seen the cars that picked those two up, now that she thought of it. Speaking of which….

“Jack’s motorcycle is an Autobot, isn’t it? And Miko and Raphael’s cars?”

Optimus hummed. “Indeed. Arcee, Bumblee, and Bulkhead were the ones to initially partner with and save the children in that first encounter. After they were brought into the fold, it made only sense to assign them as their Autobot guardians.”

Sierra nodded as she took that all in. Then she frowned. “I’m involved now too, aren’t I? I would have been involved regardless, if the Decepticons were really after me, but Smokescreen saving me just means my involvement is going to be more pleasant than it otherwise would have been.”

Optimus and Ratchet shared yet another look, before casting their gazes to Smokescreen. The white bot fidgeted under their combined stares, head ducking and looking uncomfortable. “While we are not pleased that the youngling acted on impulse and charged into battle against protocol, we are pleased that he saved your life, young Sierra.” Optimus said after a moment.

Sierra blinked. “Youngling.” she repeated in confusion. Then she narrowed her eyes. “You’re not getting him into trouble for saving me, are you?” she asked heatedly. The very idea insulted her.

Optimus twitched as if startled, then rumbled a soft chuckle. “Youngling, yes. It is a term used by Cybertronians to refer to those of us who are not yet fully grown. Smokescreen is the equivalent of a human teenager.” he explained. “And worry not. In this instance, we can overlook the breach in regulations. It would send a poor message to punish a bot for upholding the Autobot creed.”

Sierra relaxed at that, nodding. Then she narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to want to have a discussion with you later about why you’re letting teenagers fight in a war, but I know now isn’t the time.” she said threateningly.

Both older bots startled back and her tone and words, and Smokescreen squeaked from behind her. She turned and drew a harsh line across her mouth before he could say anything, and she watched as he stared, slack-jawed, before closing his mouth with an audible clack. That done, she returned her attention to the apparent leader. There was one more thing she wanted settled.

“You said the others got guardians, right?”

A nod.

“Well, if I’m going to need one, and something tells me I will, then I want this one.” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder at Smokescreen.

Optimus’s eyes narrowed in what she realized was a faint smile. “If Smokescreen agrees, then I have no issues with that.” he hummed. “All I ask is that you remain here until our liaison with the human government arrives. Agent Fowler will want to discuss some matters with you before you return home.”

Sierra blinked. So the government knew about all this. That was good to know. It meant she wouldn’t get in trouble for conspiring with aliens if it ever came to light. She could also understand why they kept this whole thing a secret, even if governments hiding things from the public wasn’t always a good thing. In this case, it was a good thing.

“As long as I’m home before my curfew.” she agreed.

Another bow of that great head, and then Optimus was turning to stride away. Presumably to make contact with this Fowler. That left her and Smokescreen with Ratchet.

The stocky bot glanced at them, then turned to that odd console she’d noticed earlier. “Smokescreen will show you around.” Was all he said, waving them away with a dismissive flip of his hand.

Sierra, taking that as her cue, turned to the youngest bot. She thrust out her hand. “What do you say? Partners?”

He seemed confused, before slowly crouching and extending his hand to tap a finger to her palm. “Yeah, sure.” he seemed a little awed that she’d want to partner with him.

She smiled. “Good. In that case, why don’t you give me a ride and show me around your base?”

Smokescreen seemed confused. “Ride?”

“On your shoulder. I’d like to see it from your perspective.”

He blinked, then shrugged and put his hand, palm up, on the floor. Sierra took that as her que to climb up, and he carefully transferred her to his shoulder. Cool. Very cool. She just wanted to ride on the giant alien robot, and now she got to. That was cool.

She saw him look at her out of the corner of his bright, shining blue eyes, and she smiled warmly. “Well? Show me around your home, big guy. I’d like to get to know you.”

Smokescreen perked up, the little protrusions on his back wiggling with his apparent joy, and Sierra grinned a little wider. Oh, he was cute. How a giant robot could be endearing, she didn’t know, but he did it. He was sort of like a puppy. A giant, metal, alien puppy. She held on as he started walking, and she listened with half an ear, processing and noting what he told her as the rest of her mind turned over the events of her day.

It had been stressful, and scary, but now that it was all done and she was fine…

‘Yeah.’ she thought, watching her new partner eagerly show her around the small, hidden base he called home. ‘I think I’m gonna like it here.’

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And that was that! I hoped you like it! It was fun to write. The show didn’t give Sierra a last name or a real personality, so I had to kind of do that bit myself. And I was right! I did enjoy writing this. The prompt inspired me to write this faster than I thought I’d be able to. I do not expect to be able to fill a prompt this quickly again. Unfortunately. Also, Sierra is definitely going to be the straight man to Smokescreen. He’s going to need it. Badly.

Until next time, friends!

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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12 Days Of Christmas: The Treehouse

Part of a collaboration project under 12 Days Of Christmas hosted by yours truly.

Member: Hyunjun

Genre: angst, fluff, childhood friends

Word Count: 1.6k

The Christmas playlist was playing in the background, allowing the wooden planks of the room you were sleeping in to absorb all its soundwaves. Had it not been the heater offering both residents of the room, you would’ve frozen stiff.

Then again, things might turn out different, because your ear was pressed into Hyunjun’s hoodie and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders. There was a soft snore emitting from his nose, though not loud enough to call it an actual snore, but loud enough for you to hear the thrumming vibrations through his chest.

I’m just counting down the days before I lose you to your Mrs. Right, aren’t I? Isn’t ironic that I was the one who’s seen you grow up from when you were shorter than me... all the way till now?

Ten years had worn through the both of you in just a blink of an eye, from running through the playgrounds your parents brought you to, to skiing up in the mountains when they brought your families for holiday. The friendship had started off completely platonic, to the point where Hyunjun’s first watch of porn was with you, and not with his male friends.

You cannot help the smile that emerges on your lips when Hyunjun screamed at the screen, and you were the one who had to grab the phone to turn it off.

But I bet you watch it now on a daily basis, don’t you? When did we cross the line where these things couldn’t be shared between friends of the opposite gender?

Hyunjun shuffles in his sleep, finally removing his arm from under your neck but instead wrapping his other arm around your waist, treating you like a bolster. His nose was now just inches away from your eyes, the peace in his face too alluring to ignore.

Normally, the two of you would be against cuddling and sleeping together because on the surface, you were just friends and romantic feelings were never involved, no. But earlier today, when Hyunjun seemed particularly down after school with his Airpods shoved so far into his ear canals he couldn’t hear you, you knew there was something wrong.

You had him in a headlock before he struggles a little bit, though you know he could’ve overpowered you. When you release him, you had expected him to retaliate by ruffling your hair or kicking snow onto your boots, so it worries you when he doesn’t.

What was so wrong that you couldn’t tell me what happened? I recognise that look in your eyes -- you always have them on when you are faced with a problem you cannot solve. Be it a Math question or whether you should get a black or brown coat.

Hyunjun remains quiet through the whole walk back to your neighbourhood, only every now and then offering you a piece of gummy from the pack he had in his hands. Then, when he turns down the road that leads to the treehouse you had built with him before high school, it’s nothing but a confirmation to what was going on in his head.

Or at least, the fact that there was something bothering him.

You pester and nearly pick a fight with him once you reach the treehouse, for he does nothing but hurl his bag in a corner and plop down into the nearest beanbag, sulking for days with his Airpods still in his ears.

It became increasingly frustrating when he refused to speak, so your final method to crack him open was to play pretend-angry. He never liked it when you were angry, especially if it was directed at him. But when Hyunjun ignores you ignoring him, you cannot help the defeated sigh that runs out of your mouth.

Is there something wrong between us? Had I done something wrong that made you rethink our decade worth of a friendship? Or... did you find someone else, that you are afraid to tell me about? If there is someone else in the picture, I hope you never find it difficult to tell me.

Time. That’s what he needs.

Hyunjun continues his boring habit of scrolling through Instagram while you flip through the books that he had brought over from his home, knowing that you’d read it. The scene remains quiet and still for a certain period of time, then you feel the wooden board under your rear sink with some weight.

Turning around, you saw that Hyunjun had gotten to his feet to remove his socks and put on a pair of clean ones the treehouse had. The uniform blazer comes off and he lays it over his bag in the corner of the space. He hasn’t said a single word since you caught up with him after school, igniting nothing but wild thoughts through your head that just won’t shut up.

“Hyunjun,” You finally say. “Are you alrigh--”

“Don’t say anything, please,” His voice is quiet and slightly raspy with the cold weather. Hyunjun’s hair is slightly tousled when he picks up the blanket and lies down in the mattress laid in the middle of the space, head falling into the soft pillow that had a mixture of your hair scents.

“If you have any problems, you know you can tell me, don’t you?”

A pause. It feels like a year.

“I don’t know if you can help me with this one, y/n.”

Nothing feels worse besides not being able to be there for someone... even when you are physically there with that person.

“Right now, I don’t need a solution. But you’re welcomed to join me in a nap if you like.”

A moment of hesitation on your part. You get to your feet as you close the book, carefully climbing into the mattress with him and feeling his warmth radiate onto yours, despite having at least six layers of clothing between your bodies.

He’s never invited you to a nap per se, it’s always been some stupid wrestling match until one of you gives up and then it became a routine that you’d fall asleep on the same bed. There would be pillows in between the two of you, because that’s the norm.

Not this. Not the way you shoved your arm under my neck and had my shoulders in your hold. Not the way you are holding my waist like you were hugging a bolster.

The thoughts finally swarm their way to the surface, and you find yourself speaking your thoughts after the longest time.

“Just what is so wrong that you think I cannot help you with?”

His skin feels like milk when you brush his hair out of his eyes. However, your movements are stopped when his hand that was previously on your waist reaches up to hold your wrist mid-air.

“Did I wake you?” The whisper comes out much softer than you thought, and given that his eyes were still closed, it concerns you that he might not have heard it.

“No,” Then his cat-shaped eyes open and stare right into yours. The gaze feels strange, but you choose not to overthink. That is arguably the worst thing you can do now.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then it’s fine.”

No, it’s not fine.

“I just don’t want you to keep any secrets from me, that’s all,” Hyunjun releases your wrist, both your hands coming together under your ear. You are looking up into his eyes that were now both wide open, filled with all the stress in the world, and it was unusual in itself. Usually, he’d be the one to help you destress.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it... I just--” You can tell he’s holding himself back from saying something that could potentially ruin your friendship. He’s in love.

“You’re in love, aren’t you?”

Hyunjun eyes dart away for a split second, then returns to you.

“I don’t know--”

“Like, in love love.”

“What does ‘in love love’ even mean?”

“Well, like you’d want to marry her and like-- have kids with her or something.”

Hyunjun studies your facial expressions for a few moments, face void of any expression. It makes him hard to read, but your vulnerable stupidity has already exposed your own feelings to him.

Then he has this little smile on his lips, the kind that you didn’t know you missed it until you saw it.

“And may I know just who do you think I’m ‘in love love’ with?”

“Why in the world would you think I know who you are ‘in love love’ with? Does it look like I can read your mind? If I could, I wouldn’t have spent so much time dealing with your silent treatment and letting you ignore me like I’m a damn ghost--”

All of a sudden, it tastes like sugar and gummy bears. Hyunjun’s eyes are fluttered shut but yours are wide open.

What?? Is??? Happening??

He pulls away for just a mere inch, eyes opening to greet your confused ones. The chuckle that rings through the air suddenly sounds like bells agains the Christmas music in the background.

“Do me a favour and close your eyes would you? You’re the one I’m ‘in love love’ with, no need to be so stressed about it.”

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thanksjro · 3 years

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Dark Cybertron Chapter 12: That’s the Power of Love, Babeyyyyy

Thank fucking god, it’s almost over.

Our issue opens up with Ironhide deadnaming Slug, like the out-of-touch grandpa that he is. Everything is going to shit, the whole city’s covered in lasers like the world’s worst rave, and someone thought it was a good idea to let Swerve have a gun.

As the Ammonites try to murder everyone in sight, Whirl and Arcee have a little chat about how Whirl’s seemingly caused every problem ever in the last four million years.

…Whirl, you have been keeping up with your appointments with Rung, right? Like, I know he’s not the best therapist around by any stretch of the imagination, but surely something would be better than nothing in this case.

On the Lost Light, Hound, Perceptor, and Mainframe are keeping track of how many Ammonites have been killed. Everyone is extra British in this bit. Perceptor basically calls Hound a fucking idiot, because even with all the guys who’ve been taken out, there are still literally BILLIONS of these suckers running around.

Which seems a little overkill to me, but what do I know? Warcrimes aren’t my specialty.

Meanwhile, in the Mystical City of Making Science Cry, Starscream apparently knows what cosplay is, and takes a potshot at Jhiaxus for stealing his look. Metalhawk explains how the Ammonites got here in the first place, which, y’know, is cool. Love me some technobabble exposition.

I don’t actually love it.

I’m sorry for lying.

I WOULD ALSO LIKE FOR METALHAWK TO PUT A STOP TO THIS

BUT WE’VE GOT ANOTHER 19 PAGES TO GO

SO I GUESS LIFE JUST ISN’T FUCKING FAIR RATTRAP

While Metalhawk contemplates ending the comic event early, Starscream is getting his ass kicked by an old man who spent the war sitting on his butt in the Dead Universe.

Over with Team -Imus, Brainstorm’s taking a breather after getting Robertsed at the end of last issue. Ultra Magnus makes a pun, I guess to cope with the fact that he doesn’t understand anything that’s going on. Cyclonus is still dying, but this isn’t about him. Nightbeat is also dying. Oh, and Kup. Turns out, being a part of the Dead Universe is sort of an issue when you’re out of it.

Even though Galvatron was fine. And Jhiaxus. And Nova Prime, for the little bit he was out of it.

I feel like this plot point kinda just shows up when it’s convenient.

Anyway.

Brainstorm has shit in his lab that can help them not die, but he and Skids are gonna need help to get all these undead morons back to the Lost Light, which means that only two folks would be going to face Shockwave in this final confrontation.

Speaking of Shockwave, he’s gone full Burning Justice with that time drive shoved into his chest, as he makes fun of Megatron for being a dumb stupid idiot who gave him everything he needed to end the universe. He reveals himself to be a nihilist, claiming that a Cybertron which only exists for existence’s sake- and without any form of life- is the ultimate in perfection. Also, he’s a communist now. A nihilistic communist.

Just… whatever, Shockwave.

Megatron’s annoyed by all this posturing- which, same- but enough about him, it’s time for Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime drop down from… somewhere… to kick some ass. Shockwave promptly shoots Magnus, and is about to do the same to Optimus, when this starts happening:

Huh. Wonder what all that’s about.

Shockwave snaps out of his stupor and proceeds to fire on Optimus, yelling about being the only thing that exists as he does.

Over with Rodimus and friends, Cyclonus is bitching about Rodimus not leaving him behind so he could go fight Shockwave. Nightbeat, who I guess just doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, tells Cyclonus to quit it, because they all know that he just misses his boyfriend. Cyclonus, though blatantly annoyed, doesn’t actually refute this claim. Brainstorm wonders aloud just how this gaggle of assholes managed to escape the Dead Universe without murdering each other.

Rodimus explains that when they heard the singing at Swerve’s, it proved they could still get out of the Dead Universe, so they desecrated Nova Prime’s corpse to make a space bridge. Brainstorm became a doorway, because he’s very nearly dead, and oh yeah, he should probably fix that when they get back to the lab, and also reconsider his lab safety protocols.

The gang reaches the outside world, and Rodimus is given a chance to spout off his personal philosophies.

Fantastic, you funky little man.

Then everyone looks up in the sky and sees some real bullshit.

Hey, Cahill? I just wanna talk, man. Just wanna talk about this boobie Windblade you’ve cursed my eyes with.

Back over with Jhiaxus and Starscream, Jhiaxus just cannot shut up. He just keeps waxing poetic about how smart Shockwave’s plan is. I couldn’t even tell you what the guy’s saying- my eyes glaze over whenever he gets a speech bubble.

Metalhawk at this point has had quite enough of all this nonsense, and decides he’s gonna throw himself into the equation that allows the Dark Cybertron prophecy to manifest.

By killing himself.

He just fuckin’… tosses himself into some heavy machinery and explodes, and that throws all the ores out of wack, since he’s got the Resurrection Ore in him. Jhiaxus is distracted by a man just straight-up dying in the same room as him, and this give Starscream the opening he needs to stab Jhiaxus in the gut.

Then the background just straight up disappears, as Rattrap lets everyone know that it’s all still going to shit, but in the opposite direction.

Really not sure about this art direction, but whatever. I’m over it.

Back outside, all the Ammonites are exploding. All of them. Billions of the little suckers, just popping off like fire crackers. The environment’s going to be ruined at this rate. Metroplex is having a great fucking time. Happy for him.

The Lost Light calls the ladies inside Metroplex’s brain room, and lets them know that they’re gonna break up Monstructor like the mediocre boy-band he is, though not without Mainframe being difficult beforehand. The ladies jump out and enter the fray, admiring Arcee’s style as they do.

Back with Rodimus and pals, Nightbeat’s being fucking cryptic, and Brainstorm gets to work making it so folks aren’t dying from being in the wrong universe, after a little prodding to his ego.

Back in Shockwave’s Super Saiyan Energy Bubble of Pure Unadulterated Logic, Shockwave says that’s he’s fucking ripped, and Optimus couldn’t beat him in a fight. Clearly, this means we’ll have to use our words to resolve this, like adults. Optimus isn’t too sure about that option, however.

I mean, do I even have to- Optimus, that’s GAY.

I have the sneaking suspicion that Roberts wrote this portion of the script. Y’know, just given his track record.

Then Megatron blasts Shockwave with his fusion cannon, and makes fun of Optimus for being a sentimental fool.

The fact that “Dark Cybertron” is telling me this makes me so mad. Like, you don’t get to talk, Exposition Central.

It’s at this point that Megatron drops a bomb on everyone present- he’s done with being a Decepticon. He’s gonna be an Autobot now.

See, ol’ Megsy here has seen the error of his ways- that by fighting the Senate, he allowed them to change him into a murderous warlord. To prove how much of a nice guy he is, he’s ripped the Autobrand off of Bumblebee’s lifeless body and duct-taped it to his chest.

Which seems a tad disrespectful, but okay.

…Megatron, you do realize that, as the leader of the Decepticons, you could just tell everyone that they need to be nice, and that would more or less be the end of it, right? You could just say “not evil anymore, I want to be loved now”, and everyone would be all “sir yes sir.” This is going to be a PR nightmare, I can already tell. Shockwave certainly seems to agree with me.

I really like this panel structure. Want to say this is the only place it happens, too. It’s just too bad it lives in “Dark Cybertron”.

Shockwave’s not having a good time right now, and he’s convinced that Optimus and Megatron have teamed up just to make him upset so he loses control of the time drive. The two spout off a little Autobot propaganda, and then Shockwave Remembers™.

Shockwave, having had his shadowplay reverse violently and abruptly, is horrified to find what he’s become. Alas, it’s too late for him- the only way to stop the time drive is for Optimus to kill him. Optimus promises to remember who Shockwave was- a callback to the line Shockwave gave him back before his empurata- and then shoots the everloving fuck out of the guy. Megatron helps.

And that’s a series wrap on Shoc-

-holy fucking shit.

The gang high-tails it outta there, IDW Optimus once again proving to be the shittiest version of everyone’s space-dad, as he leaves Bumblebee’s body to be consumed by the Shockwave Singularity. It’s looking pretty hopeless, but luckily none of these bastards can die without fucking up Season 2 of MTMTE, so the Lost Light swoops in to save the day.

Down below, Soundwave and his gaggle of small children and animals watch as the Lost Light fucks off into the distance. Soundwave’s having a time and a half, as he realizes with his balls-to-the-wall senses that Megatron’s joined the Autobots. Galvatron shows up to try to work out a deal. We won’t be seeing where this goes, because that’ll be covered later on.

The Lost Light lands in front of Metroplex, and over to the left of that are Rattrap and Starscream, climbing over the wreckage of the city. Rattrap tries to warn Starscream that things are gonna be tough, now that the Dark Cybertron prophecy has come to pass, but Starscream isn’t really having it. He’s gotten very paranoid, likely due to stress, and tells Rattrap to not play this game, because he’s the best player who’s ever lived. Then the Lost Light gang shows up and we get this face:

Sure.

Later on, Megatron and Optimus are hanging out in the Sky Roller, not-talking, until Megatron tells Optimus to get on with it, since the issue’s about to end. Megatron was totally serious about becoming an Autobot. Optimus isn’t really sure what to do with that. I don’t think anyone’s really sure what to do with that, to be honest.

Megatron, in turn, asks Optimus if he really could look past all the bullshit Shockwave pulled in the last several million years, and he gets a non-answer, because addressing your feelings is for losers, clearly. The two exit the ship, and I guess everyone else was just… standing outside waiting for them to talk it out. Weird.

...And with THAT, I am finally released from Comic Event Hell!

If you hear any distant, triumphant screeching right now, that’s likely me.

#transformers #jro #dark cybertron #issue 12 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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chapter six

masterlist link in blog description.

As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): none, just finally able to introduce Hoseok in this chapter lol

Word count: 5299

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

Yoongi’s eyes scan the weekly announcement email, not truly interested, yet still giving himself time to be thoroughly knowledgeable of upcoming events for his newfound colleagues and the company as a whole. Mentions of renovation in the lobby, a new coffee machine to be installed on the production floor along with a request to be more mindful of how this one is used, and the schedule for the practice rooms for the month remains unchanged for the last few weeks of January. Highlighted at the top of the email is the name of a mini album set to be released the first week in February along with parentheses beside it stating who would be releasing it: Park Jimin.

Reclining back in his seat, Yoongi regards the blue font notice in silence, wondering for a passing time of his involvement in the corruption between Jimin and you. He knows it’s not his fault, and knows you do too. Yet, there’s still guilt seeing Jimin’s name or hearing it anywhere. Still guilt felt in grazing his thumb against his index finger as a fidget when on the four dates so far where you’re forced in one way or another to recall Jimin’s existence. Yoongi has not apologized about it since the first date, but it doesn’t change that he feels like he should if only to assure you that the hurt you try and hide each time doesn’t need to be hidden for the atmosphere’s sake.

The foot on the floor pushes his desk seat into a small back and forth sway. He doesn’t think of your mutual problems often, just reminded every time an email requests the two of you go on a date, like the one to come that evening. By this point you’re both amicable at least, even going on the limb of saying something like friends. Maybe. It’s hard not to when you’re both forced into two or more hours of conversation. It’s something like friendship. Maybe closer to friendly coworkers. He doesn’t know. Yoongi sighs, spinning an entire slow revolution in his chair, then stopping promptly with the sound of his phone’s text notification.

Two unread.

Y/N, 4:38pm: Just got asked to go to a last second meeting. Probably will be out closer to 6:30 instead of 6:00, sorry.

Yoongi, 4:39pm: That’s fine no worries.

He exits the message thread to check on the other notification. He stares at Hoseok’s name for a second and the few words he’s able to see before opening the chat. Yoongi inhales, rubbing his jaw, while clicking it open with his free hand.

Hoseok, 3:57pm: I think enough time has passed... I’m going to start going for a new comeback now! You’re required to pre-order whenever the album is done!

Yoongi, 4:42pm: Ah, is that a fact?

Yoongi’s hand falls from his jaw to type quicker,

Yoongi, 4:43pm: I’ll help you make it however you need.

Hoseok, 4:45pm: Thanks, man.

Hoseok, 4:48pm: I’m nervous still haha

The phone rests on the desk, Yoongi’s hand resting beside it while he looks at the screen. He tilts his neck as a stretch, thoughtfully. Uncertain of how this would turn out for Hoseok. Wishing for the best. Trying to be hopeful. The dissention of early last year comes back into Yoongi’s mind. The unfair treatment, and watching his best friend go through the invasive camera lights daily, and the pouring stream of interrogative comments throughout social media. The blame that had no place linking to Hoseok when their old company decided to sell out to SoundWave as Hoseok’s contract was torn to pieces.

Yoongi, 4:56pm: You deserve the new beginning if anyone does. It’ll work out.

Hoseok, 5:00pm: Bro…

Yoongi, 5:00pm: You ruined it.

Hoseok, 5:01pm: Haha, I know……… Thanks Yoongi.

The final two words feel somber in Yoongi’s mouth. Drying. He doesn’t deserve to be thanked for anything, when he was quiet watching what happened. He could’ve done something to stop it all. Maybe Hoseok would have a studio next door to Yoongi’s still if more had been done to help. To disprove the wrong perspectives in the public. But it’s not in his persona to care like that.

He sighs, pressing the lock on his device. Index finger taps on the space below his keyboard, the desktop monitor powering off onto the screensaver. Yoongi feels like he should scoff at himself in judgement. How was he ever appalled by your lie when he’s no different.

---

You contemplate sending Namjoon a text, but acknowledge the busy time of the day for him and refrain. Instead you wallow in the quiet, staring at your notes while listening to the arranger and producers beside you editing your song by means of scribbling pencils. You hope they ask you something greater than questioning an affirmative of their ideas for changing the words on the track. Apparently the theme is appropriate, but the verbiage itself doesn’t fit the fast beat pace the producer intends to make this track into.

Jimin is across from you, equally to himself. He scrolls through his phone, appearing collected. He said hello to you sweetly, politely when he walked in with the producer. You didn’t realize he would be joining the impromptu meeting. It was just the producer that had texted you about it, mentioning the arranger also tagging along. Not Jimin. You knew he was using this song, but you didn’t think he needs to be here.

“Jimin, your choreographer is going to thank me for this one. I already know it.” The producer is happy, and granted you’re not entirely angry at the changes he makes on the paper. They’re minor, the meaning is still there. Your touch deteriorates only slightly, and it’s something that’s involved commonly throughout song conception processes. You don’t care about that, you really don’t. Maybe you’re even spitefully happy about the changes too, because it means less you, less for you to be bothered by in the credential section. Less you in lyrics Jimin sings.

“You’re only doing the touch-ups though.” Jimin voice is light-hearted, his playing smile small, yet meaningful. You keep your eyes towards the producer’s writing hand. Bite your lip when the message is properly conveyed to him by notice of his reply,

“You’re right, Y/N’s work is great, like usual.” He agrees sincerely, giving you a thumbs-up with his left hand. You smile softly, just managing a head nod. “Sorry about the random meeting too, by the way. I would’ve waited until tomorrow if we didn’t have to redo the recording for the album he’s going to be releasing.”

“It’s not a big deal. I was here anyways.” You tell him calmly, catching sight of Jimin when you adjust in your chair. He’s gentle in appearance like usual, watching you only because you were speaking. When the sentence ends you see the twitch of an upward smile that he smothers and instead goes back to his phone.

“You’re here more now that the whole fake dating thing is happening, huh?” The arranger’s comment is absent of ill-intent, you realize as he rubs his neck in a stupor as he goes on, “I can’t imagine how weird that has to be. SUGA’s new to the company too; must feel random to be matched up with him, right?”

“Yeah,” You say vaguely, hands in your lap messing around with one another as you hope for a new topic. “Yoongi’s been nice about it all though.” You blab softly, unable to see Jimin’s thumbs unmoving as he no longer pays attention to his phone screen despite his eyes pointing to it.

“He’s cool, I’ve done a couple of things to help him with his production lately.” The man beside you nods as he speaks, settling the pen beside the papers. “Really particular about his stuff, but because he does practically all of it himself, it makes sense.”

“Can I see the revised version?” You interject calmly, receiving the notes from him as he immediately nods, handing it off. You scan through the tiny adjustments, thinking on your own of what potential ideas they had to change the pace of the song.

“None of it’s too crazy, I don’t think, but if anything’s too much let me know.”

“No, it’s all okay with me.” You don’t mind the scribbles, but have even less desire to combat things lately since the meeting with Yerin.

“Can I take a look?” Jimin’s voice calls out to you, and you face him. Small nod as you reach the small distance to slide the papers towards him, then startle as the producer stands up beside you,

“Crap, I need to get to a session downstairs right now. Just get that to my studio when you’re done, Jimin.” He says and you watch using every muscle to refrain wonder at why the arranger also stood too. You instead mentally curse at him saying he’d tag along since he was done for the day as well. You curse again at the sound of the door, glaring at the sight at that point.

“I’ll give it to him like he asked.” Jimin breaks the silence, eyes trailing still at the page of lyrics. You look towards him, erect in your seat but unwilling to stand yet. You recall leaving before he woke up the last night you were with him, and the incredible drought of communication since then. But is it really this easy for him to be casual. Your eyes wait to meet his when he finally lifts them up from the sheet.

“I liked the pink hair.” You murmur as a comment, trying to fill the void of quiet, give yourself a reason to linger there a little longer and see the state of his thoughts towards you. “Well, the brown is nice too though.” You correct with a tiny shrug, feeling a larger pang in your chest when Jimin doesn’t stop his smile this time.

“I liked it too.” He lays the paper flat, but his fingers remain on its edge. You think of other ways to continue the conversation, and shove the thought of asking him simply how he is to the corner of your mind. You’re already staying back with him for no reason, you don’t want to seem completely tangled with missing him. “You and Yoongi...” Jimin begins, and the mere mention of you two makes you want to groan, hoping against this turning into a conversation about your precarious fake relationship when you wanted to focus on Jimin and you. “You don’t have to do anything too much, right?”

You narrow your eyes in confusion. Jimin reaches for his hair, fiddling as he goes on, concern twinging, “Like, nothing you don’t want to do, lo-”

He stops, nearly biting his tongue to do so. You notice. Your hands grip on your jeans, trying to discern if the slip was just because the term of endearment is something he’s so used to calling you, or if there is something more. You watch his index finger barely scratch at the paper on the table. Nervous.

“The whole relationship is something I don’t want to do.” Your sentence is dry, matched with your dismissive shrug. You know that isn’t what Jimin meant, but you don’t expect his head shaking and body becoming more straightened in posture,

“That’s not what I meant.” Jimin says directly, biting the inside of his cheek as he considers explaining himself further. You free him of doing that, nodding.

“I know.” He noticeably pauses, nearing a flustered expression and you almost want to smile in endearment, but you still feel more sad than anything. Confused. “Sorry,” You finally avert your gaze to the table, collecting your few items. “We’re not being forced into anything else though.” You explain while Jimin watches you move around.

Words clutter in his mouth, wondering what to say to keep you in the room, but knowing he shouldn’t. Can’t. He’s the one who ended it. He didn’t want to, but he did.

“Do you miss us?”

Jimin’s heartbeat increases, while yours secretly does as well. The question blurted from your lips in a moment of impulse that built from the second you saw him that day. Dumb, stupid; you want to take the question back, you don’t need his answer. You want it, but you shouldn’t have it in your thoughts whether it’s a yes or a no.

What difference would it make if he said yes and you returned back to how you were. He was right-- Namjoon was right, you’re own screaming logic is right: a secret untrue relationship wouldn’t last and it would only serve to hurt you in the long run. This situation that you both stand in is exactly because you made up the stupid idea in the first place. You should’ve let the first kiss be the last one. Just because you ended up falling in love, doesn’t mean Jimin did.

Jimin’s made it clear that the answer is no. Why do you want to hear him vocalize the no. Maybe a sick part of your mind wanted the words to be engraved so you can take it as a bridge burned to char. If he said no you could move on. That’s how it could work. Maybe it would actually be enough, in that off-chance-

“Of course.” Jimin’s voice whispers the words like they were heavy to push out of his lips. But you could ignore that, wrapped in the potential- “But I don’t want to get back together like we were.” He’s no longer making eye contact with you, busying his fingers further into his locks. “It hurts us both being hidden like that,” You open your mouth to interject that you could live with it, that it’s not necessarily a long-term state of being, but he speaks on, crushing you, “And I don’t want to be your actual boyfriend.”

The counterargument abandons your psyche entirely. The truth of the situation is apparent. Jimin’s made it apparent. The extent of what you were to him was just lust. His casual demeanor makes sense. Your lingering feelings are the minority, not mutually felt.

“Ah,” Your head nods even though Jimin’s not looking up at you. His statement burns more as you stand in the same room as him. “When you put it like that,” Jimin lifts his head, and you don’t know whether to register his expression as sad or not, because why would he be sad. Conflicted, likely. “It makes sense we’d stop then.” You continue to nod, stepping once towards the door, “Sorry. I got the wrong idea.”

You continue in your exit, ignoring anything he may try and do in response, because you didn’t want to be pitied on top of everything else. You let the sound of chairs clattering behind you drift into the background, and slipped out of the room without another word heard.

Yoongi’s studio is on the same floor, and easy to find in a matter of moments. You usually meet him at the lobby, but you don’t think of that as your phone’s clock reads twenty past six and you knock on the frosted glass door. After three soft pounds do you take note of the tiny doorbell that is likely more effective. The small device’s appearance makes you sigh, thinking of how idiotic you were about not seeing it, how idiotic in general.

“Y/N?” You don’t realize he’s opened the door until Yoongi’s voice disrupts your misguided thoughts. You look up towards him. Yoongi can see the straining expression to appear indifferent, but it fails completely this time just in appearance alone. “Are you okay?”

“Not really, but we have a dumb date to go on.” You huff, reaching both of your hands to rub your face. Yoongi remains quiet, already not fond of the dates when you were both in at least average moods, but seeing you like this makes him hate the idea even more.

“There’s no time schedule.” He says simply, you narrow your eyes towards him in a lack of understanding, then your shoulders relax as he steps back opening the door wider. “Want to hear some of the stuff I’ve been working on and we can go out later when we’re both starving instead?”

You think of his consideration for your temperament and feel a little bad that Yoongi feels the need to accommodate, but you step inside anyways. It isn’t like he enjoys the dating, and putting it off for a while sounds like the best option. Not to mention, dismissing his attempts at kindness wouldn’t be best either.

Besides, you can’t say you weren’t curious at the prospect of listening to what Yoongi’s been working on.

You glance around the studio, noting the organized arrangements overall, yet homely in some aspects as well. The decor is limited to a few wall posters and mostly bare shelving, but his couch area looks like it isn’t new at all. The couch in particular looks a bit worn, and cluttered with a couple of blankets and a pillow. His small coffee table has only a single empty plastic cup on it, but you figure he keeps the place tidy or else there would definitely be more evidence of his caffeine vice than currently appearing.

“If you want to use the couch you can. I have some wireless headphones,” Yoongi tells you as he goes to the highlight of the room: a desk space covering the entirety of the wall. Bright with various electronic equipment and brand names that also inhabit space in your own apartment. But here the space appears validated by its placement in the company walls.

You sit on the edge of the couch, hands resting on his lap as you continue looking around the studio. It’s definitely one of the larger ones. Yoongi hands you the pair of headphones, and you situated them over your ears while he goes on in speech. “Whoa, wait what?” You cut in quickly, causing him to look back at you while he sits in his desk chair. “These things are really noise cancelling, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi chuckles, rubbing his hair back from his face. “I was just saying I need to decorate more, but haven’t got around to it.” He slips a pair of headphones on too, leaving one ear free. “This is going to sound really rough, and there’s a gap where I’m waiting on someone to fill with vocals.”

You nod, smiling in anticipation without realizing so. The sight makes Yoongi glance away, biting his lip in sudden worry the track won’t sound as great as you may anticipate. He clicks to start anyways, listening in his own ears and simply keeping his eyes on the screen watching the point on the timeline move along.

Behind him you sit back into the cushion, trying to take in everything in one listen, despite the different levels of the song meshing together perfectly. Yoongi’s voice sounds completed in the song already, like he’s already reached a point of contentment in the sound in your opinion. “Your lyrics are really good.” You say, head swaying with the beat, staring at the empty cup instead of seeing if he’d turn to respond to you.

Yoongi catches the comment, tapping his finger on the desk, lips tightening and forming more pliable peaks on his cheeks from holding back a proud smile. He waits until the fade out, before finally facing you once more. Angles his chair slightly towards you, not all the way, trying to appear more calm than anything despite nerves still simmering quietly in his stomach because you are the first to hear this particular demo.

“Did you hear me about your lyrics?” You ask right away, sliding the headphones to rest atop your shoulders. Yoongi nods softly, mumbling about not wanting to interrupt when you were listening to say thanks. “They really, really are good.” You say again anyways, smile growing wider as Yoongi reaches to fiddle with his hair,

“Thanks again.” His voice is still quiet, something bashful about it as well. Satisfied, you think, but you continue on anyways,

“And your voice is controlled, like usual.” You sigh, leaning back, “I can’t get over it; you’re so great at singing and rapping.” Yoongi just shrugs, but you miss it while you adjust your sleeves off of your hands. “For it being incomplete, I’d still listen to it, even without the other person you’re waiting on.” Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head,

“That’s too high of praise, you’re messing with me now.”

“I’m not.” You interject firmly, sitting upright. Yoongi looks at you silently, but breaks it by rubbing his neck and speaking sincerely,

“Well, thank you. I was kind of nervous about this one actually. It’s pretty different than other songs I’ve made.”

“Yeah, it’s really on the edge of your usual stuff, I think.” You nod in agreement, settling your hand on your chin while you ponder. “But I’m sure it’ll do well. Besides what’s a better time to try new things than now, right?”

“I wanted to make it last year, actually.” Yoongi shifts on his chair, clicking open an email notification. The title reads a clothing brand, and he shuts it as he goes on and for a moment scrolls through other emails in case he’s missed anything important. “It was busy with the merger going on though. But the beat is inspired by a friend of mine’s style.”

You let the information fall into space, interested by the mention of a musical inspiration. You scan any ideas, but ultimately feel like you don’t know enough about Yoongi at all to make any verbal assumptions so you just joke, “Jin?”

“Oh,” You watch Yoongi pause, and turn on his seat, looking at you with widened eyes, “How’d you know?”

“Wait really?” Your eyes grow wide as well as the image of Seokjin passes through your mind as a music producer-

“No.”

“Hey,” Your eyes immediately narrow, paired ironically with reddening embarrassment in your face. Yoongi just scoffs, then all together laughs as you defiantly cross your arms. “Rude,” You mutter as his lips continue releasing his entirely humored melody. “He could’ve; you don’t know.”

“I don’t?” He counters, slumping back into his chair and looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s performed an entire masterpiece with chopsticks and shot glasses before, so, yeah, you don’t.” You try to refrain from releasing any of your own smiling, maintaining a serious gaze towards Yoongi as he believes none of it and nods once.

“I live to be proven wrong, I guess.” He turns to face his computer once more, rearranging the opened windows as though he intends to continue working like he had before you stopped by. At this realization your arms relax, and you think about what you should do so not to bother him, maybe grab coffee to bide the time, or mindlessly watch YouTube videos on your phone.

Yoongi interrupts the thoughts, “It might not be my place to offer, but if you ever wanted to talk--or vent about,” His head tilts as he decides against specific topics, “Anything… I’d listen.” His hand sits still on the mouse, hoping he doesn’t sound like he’s trying to overstep. Though with all the trouble you seem to have, Yoongi tries to ignore that worry, allowing the innocent concern to lead the offer along.

“I probably look like I’m always down about something, right?” Your voice trickles embarrassment and spite, sighing as you rub your hair and angle your neck towards his coffee table. Frankly, it’s tiring to continue each day dismayed by the amount of circumstances left out of your control. Quietly having to accept so much that no one else seems to have to bother with, especially where songwriting is concerned.

“Not always, no.” Yoongi responds, eyes on the monitor though he’s looking at nothing. Contemplative of phrasing. “But a lot has happened the past month, and not much of it is good for you. I may not be your closest friend, but I think anyone seeing you pretend to be okay this often would wonder if you want to talk.”

You stare at the glossy wood, thinking of the interaction between you and Jimin not long ago. Being the first time you had spoken to him, you hoped it would’ve been better, maybe even telling for what the future could hold, but that was all wishful thinking in the end. He still left. Still keeps an arm’s distance. “I just,” You pause feeling the air in your throat that you hadn’t expected to cloud your sentence. You swallow it down and bite your lip, noticing Yoongi’s movement in your peripherals as he faces you slightly. Likely checking. Your voice probably sounded ridiculous.

“It’s okay to not speak too. Whenever you’re ready.”

The sentiment feels as comforting as the way Yoongi’s voice says the words. Absent of condescension, wholly gentle and patient. Putting his ideas of what he thought of you when you met and he found out about your job aside, to simply focus on your troubles. Understanding when he really didn’t have to be. Even if you both were amicable, and freshly titled friends like he said; it’s not like Yoongi needed to offer a metaphorical shoulder, or a penny for your thoughts without an expiration date. The action gives you a tug forward.

“Jimin was at the meeting and I didn’t think he’d be there.” You finally murmur, trying to avoid eye contact as though the words itching to leave your mouth would hide if you did. “I didn’t want to break up with him--or,” You sigh, rubbing your hair as your head shakes, “We weren’t a couple, I can’t really call it a break up, huh?” You rhetorically question feelings silly for being wrapped up in this relationship when it wasn’t a proper one to begin with. “I just didn’t want it to end.” The words fade, spacing even more as you ponder sadly, “And seeing him doing well-- even though he said he misses us, it just makes me feel like I’m the only one unable to push forward.”

In the very least, Jimin’s more in control of himself than you’re showing to be. Strongly believing this is the best way to handle the problems that existed in the relationship and unmoving about it. If you think about it like that, then maybe it would be better to try and adhere to this idea, even with your feelings for him. If they aren’t reciprocated feelings, there really is no worth in you continuously falling deeper and deeper. It was always bound to hurt, you just wish it could have happened later; like you would whenever the separation inevitably happened.

“Whether it takes you longer than him or not to work through this isn’t a problem. I think you should let yourself take as long as you need.” Yoongi gazes without focus at an empty shelf he plans to display albums of artists he’s collaborated with. Considering the closeness you and Jimin evidently had, it’s completely acceptable that you would be saddened by it all, and for all Yoongi knows the relationship could’ve had knots and twists that he’d never guessed that would garner the need for you to take months to heal. “Also,” He starts, though he considers not saying anything at all in case it may be a statement he doesn’t have the right to speak to, but recalling all of the instances thus far that he’s been unable to help you at all, he lets himself finish, “I don’t think you should shove all of it down either… I bet that feels suffocating.”

You bite your lip, almost embarrassed that he’s noticed how upset you’ve been despite having known you only a couple of months. You thought you have done well so far to at least appear normal, but with Yoongi spending hours of random days solely with you, it’s plausible he has simply caught on. Somehow the fact alone didn’t feel bad. In the same way that you had Namjoon to turn to because he knows everything that’s going on, it feels comforting that Yoongi is there as well. At least in his accepting way, whether it’s deeper than that, you don’t know and lean towards doubt if only because you’re both not on close terms.

“So I should just cry in the middle of our dates?” You try at a joke, but the smile you give him is appreciative of his advice. Yoongi glances to you, chair still angled to the wall. He hears the slightly joking tone and shrugs to it,

“If you do it gives us an excuse to go home.” You giggle at the fact and don’t mention that Yerin would likely end up irritated by you both appearing like a mess in public.

“I’ll cry one week, and you cry the next then.” You tease, scooting further into his couch and realizing that its incredible plushness is why it’s worn and Yoongi’s likely kept it since his last company. He laughs at the idea, nodding his head, relaxing himself now that you seem a little better, or at least, he hopes, less inclined to force yourself to act happy. “Thanks, for letting me talk a little, by the way.” A quieter, sincere tone. Before he’s able to respond you continue, “It means a lot to me that you wanted to help. I know I’m kind of, I guess, distant with my feelings, but it’s nice to feel like I don’t have to hide it all with someone around the company. I won’t bother you with myself though, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried about that.” Yoongi discerns the idea you may feel annoying and softly diverts the thought away. “Besides sometimes it’s okay to be selfish and rant anyways. You’re just trying to help yourself.” He glances to his computer as you only respond with a nod, perhaps not entirely believing his words, but that could be a building process. “Hey, actually, while we’re here, and since you’re a producer,” You lift your head up, immediately curious as he mentions the title. “You want to help me play around with this song idea I’ve been messing with for the past week?”

“Wait, really?” You practically beam the words like sunlight, refraining from a flustered smile at the idea, but Yoongi can tell by how you sit up that you’re more than willing.

“Yeah, I’m not really getting anywhere with it, and since I know you’re the one who wrote practically all of the songs I liked from this company, of course I’d want to work with you.” The growing smile on your face almost makes Yoongi feel embarrassed as well that you found the request so appealing. He briefly chuckles as you start to nod, and he smiles brightly asking in bewilderment,

“Is it that exciting? It’s just me who’s offering, anyways.”

“Says the guy who’s made so much music that I love.” Yoongi bites his lip, smile not hiding at the joy. Emulating your sudden upbeat demeanor, simply because it felt infectious, Yoongi gestures to his computer,

“Well then since we both love each other’s stuff, let’s make it the collaboration of the year.” A light-hearted joke, but you and Yoongi mutually think it’s suddenly an exciting idea to work with one another on a song. So you’re up to your feet in seconds, taking the few steps towards his work area as he clicks around the screen,

“Wait, you don’t expect me to stand and help do you?”

“Oh, right, I’ll get a chair.”

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Jame Roberts’ Instagram Q&A -November ‘18

Right.

So.

- Back in MTMTE #15, when the original Rewind got locked in the Slow Cell with Overlord, he suddenly learned how to shrink while he transformed. This was not an ability he previously had, as shown in, for example, MTMTE #2, when Tailgate sees Rewind for the first time (before Swerve introduces him to CDRW) and remarks that he can see a “giant memory stick” in the distance. However, the fear that Rewind felt in that moment triggered his ability to shrink to the size we see him in, like, LL #25, for example. This helps him survive both Overlord and the shots fired off by Chromedome, and so he, along with Overlord, is recovered by the Galatic Council. Overlord is seen as too dangerous, so Rewind is chosen as the guinea pig for an experiment the Galatic Council are trialling; an experiment that would allow them to “punch holes” into alternate universes. Since they want to use Rewind as a weapon against the Black Block Consortia (and other enemies of the council, such as other Cybertronians), the technology is built into a suit of armour meant to resemble Primus (this suit of armour was built in the same vein as the Magnus armour, in that it made so that a small robo could pretend to be this big, famous robo and not, like, the sentai suit dealio I had originally envisioned when JRo was describing this. this was done because they rightly assumed that seeing Primus land in the middle of a battlefield would scare the royal shit out of everybody, most especially other Cybertronians, who have the cultural context to know who the fuck he is.)

So, then, it worked, and Rewind made it into the past?? of another dimension (that wasn’t the Functionist universe), but then it malfunctioned and he got trapped there. He had fight his way back to the original universe by travelling through a bunch of other alternative universes (there would have been an interlude during the Mutineers Trilogy where we saw Rewind 1 travelling through the Marvel 2006 universe). At first, he was travelling back to the OG universe was so he could be reunited with his conjux (he met other Chromedome's along the way, but he wanted to find his Chromedome), but as he was travelling, he discovered Chromedome’s secret; that he had helped in the cover-up of Dominus’ murder, and so it became more complicated (he kinda wanted to avenge Dominus.) This would’ve all culminated in an issue where Rewind 1 finally made it back the original universe. As has been previously established, only one Rewind can exist at the one time, so Chromedome would've had to decide which Rewind would be cancelled out, all while Rewind 2 (and by extension, the audience) would’ve learned from Rewind 1 what Chromedome did to Dominus, which would’ve complicated things even further.

JRo came up with this idea before he began writing MTMTE, but by the end of season one, he was starting to become uncertain about this particular storyline, as Rewind, Chromedome and their relationship began to develop. Having Chromedome do this to Rewind started to feel wrong. After talking to his editor at the time (Carlos, I believe?), he decided to leave in the scene with Chromedome and Prowl, where Prowl threatened blackmail and Chromedome used Shadowplay to erase the blackmail from his memory, just in case he still wanted to go through with it. However, by the time it came to the final stretch of issues, he already so many other plot points to introduce, explain and tie up, he didn’t have time to do all three for Rewind 2 and his ultra-complicated, high concept adventures, and deal with the complications it brought with it to the cast, so he was forced to drop it.

So, with that out of the way, here are the more breezy answers:

- Megatron didn’t have a mentor who taught him medicine in the Warren, he taught himself everything he knows about treating people because he’s “the most ferocious autodidact.” (i stan a legend)

- Ratchet would still be the better medic though

- Megatron specialised in neurology

- Flame survived the events of LL #24

- The only reason Functionist Universe! Orion and Terminus were killed was because of time restraints

- Making Drift and Ratchet’s relationship a romantic one started feeling right around their return in the Remain in the Light arc, but JRo didn’t really decide that they were definitely conjux endura until he began writing LL #25

- Rewind’s colour changing pants are now (dubiously) canon (”Chromedome is fascinated; he might be an outlier.”)

- Admitted a couple of times, once again, that he wished he hadn’t killed Trailcutter

- If a Cybertronian is gifted a vial of innermost energon and survives whatever near-fatal injury or illness they had, they have the option to either keep it, as a reminder of the love they and the donor share, or they can regift the donor’s innermost energon to them. If they do indeed die, the most common practice is to donate the innermost energon (as Ratchet did posthumously in #25)

- “Sorry, I’ve seen ‘Chromedome is a bottom’ on the screen and that’s thrown me.”

- When asked if he’d change anything if given the opportunity to rewrite the series, he admitted that there were “a bunch of things”, which included:

* Spacing out events more, most especially near the beginning of MTMTE, where so much was happening that it all felt “a bit busy”, and the Crucible arc

* Writing more stories about the tertiary cast (eg. Spotlight: Hoist) to really sell the fact that this was a ship with 200 mechs on board (the main cast would still have had their own quirky adventures going on in the background)

* An example of such a story would’ve been having an issue focusing on the writer behind the Lost Light Insider

* More stories with the Mutineer’s

* Give the Scavengers an entire tradeback to themselves in Season 3, encompassing an entire arc he’d had planned for them

* He wouldn’t have “decapitated Red Alert like that”

* Having the charisma parasites being followed up by Swearth “didn’t do him any favours as they were three very high concept issues one after the other”

* Would’ve seeded more mentions of the Guiding Hand in MTMTE (though not in Lost Light, which had enough, he felt)

* More Star Saber (longer fights with different characters)

* Way more Roller!

* Show Cyclonus’ recovery from his injuries in #47 more as more of a slow, arduous process instead of an “Oh, he’s fine now” dealio

* Would’ve liked to pull off the Troja Major two-parter better

- [SPOILERS FOR IDW’S UNICRON SERIES]

When asked who’s death Megatron would be most cut-up about, Optimus, Soundwave or Starscream, JRo said he’d take Stasrcream’s the worst, as the two had “unfinished business” (the new Pacifist Megatron wanted to reconcile with Starscream). Though Soundwave was listed last on the “who'd Megatron would mourn the most” list, he also said that he’d be “proud of what Soundwave did”

- On a more lighthearted note, he said that Stan Bushs’ Dare was playing in Rodimus’ head during his “Til All Are One!” montage in the 2012 annual

- Cyclonus is, unfortunately, no longer rich, because much of his wealth came from Tetrahexian real estate (as stated in the prose story Signal to Noise, packaged in Volume 4 of MTMTE), and the value kinda dropped after Unicron, you know, destroyed the whole planet (though he also said it’s more than likely he and Tailgate invested in real estate on New Cybertron)

- Said that if Rodimus and Drift had been amica endura “no one would’ve batted an eye,” (and that they would’ve completed the ceremony off-screen)

- Rodimus was originally going to sacrifice himself in Crucible to stop the Omega Guardians from using the Warren to enter our universe and take it over. (”Even saying that is making me yawn”) Everyone would’ve thought Rodimus was already dead, and as such, another, unnamed character would’ve gotten credit for his sacrifice. Rodimus would’ve known this, and sacrificed himself anyway.

- “You’re all [unapologetic] shippers and I salute you.”

- As he stated on Twitter before, he’d have liked to include a scene between Cyclonus and Drift, where Drift proclaims his new respect for Cyc after seeing his Great Sword. This scene would’ve happened around the Remain in the Light arc.

- “Are you guys still talking about Chromedome being a bottom? Oh my god.”

- In a fight between Drift and Cyclonus, Cyclonus would win.

- When asked who he’d ship Rodimus with, he said that Rodimus was an interesting case, as he’d actually be quite well-versed in the area of romance, unlike the rest of the cast, and that he “wouldn’t pine for people.” In the end, he ended up choosing Roller.

- Getaway didn’t make up the Conjux rites; they’re real

- Rodimus’ flame abilities are not an outlier ability, but an upgrade he got along the way (he compared it to getting a really excessive tattoo). The ability is really painful and uses up a lot of Roddy’s energy.

- When asked what he hoped from the next continuity, he said that he wanted it to continue to be inclusive “in every sense of the word”, specifically pointing out the LGBTQIA+ representation as something he wanted to see continued.

- “Yeah, Springer’s pretty hot.”

- First Aid has a crush on crush on Springer (as does JRo)

- Cyclonus is legitimately a great singer. It’s that his abilities are more of the operatic kind, meaning “he is not always appreciated by the uncultured”

- “[A fan] says that Lost Light is a love letter to fan fiction, which it absolutely is”

- When a fan asked why (to paraphrase) Roller was just so dang hot, JRo said that “Roller just has that effect on people thanks to Jack’s lascivious designs” (and before you go off and google it, lascivious is defined as “feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire”)

- Drift’s wealth was made through bounty hunting

- Brainstorm and Chromedome might have been amica endura, but that Chromedome felt “burnt out” from his various failed relationships, both platonic and romantic.

- No one even has a “Rung-shaped gap” in their memory after LL #24. They honestly can’t remember where the various matrixes came from, as is the case with all the things Rung was responsible for. They all blame it on memory creep and have each come up with their own contradictory explanations as to how and why these things happened.

- When asked if Swerve liked The Big Bang Theory, JRo replied with a swift “No, he has a brain”

- Instead, he said Community was Swerve’s favourite show

- Cybertronian weddings are “very long”

- There was a lot singing at Cyclonus and Tailgate’s wedding

- Brainstorm and Perceptor’s wedding, meanwhile, “would be very complicated” because “they’d be trying to outdo each other in subtle ways”. It would “make for a good sitcom episode.”

- Roddy’s favourite meme is “the butterfly one”

- Rung’s favourite meme is “the woman looking confused with algebra in front of her face”

- Swerve is over memes

- “[Drift’s thighs] are certainly impressive”

- Swerve is “destined to have many friends”

- Whirl and Cyclonus most certainly became amica endura after LL #25

- Swerve got Misfire’s number in the end

- Though he said many times in the lead up the end of this continuity that this was his last time writing for Transformers, he said he would like to write a 12 issue series centred around a character he didn’t name, and then later admitted that he wanted to try to convince IDW to let him write another series. He also said that is there was ever a Grand Collecter’s edition of the series (that collected all the issues, prose stories, additional stories from other series etc into one or two hardback editions, for example), he’d write an additional prose story to make it worth people’s money

- Hoist confirmed the Lost Light’s resident furry

- “Tailgate is the cutest? Yes, he’s a little marshmallow.”

- In his final days, before his execution, Minimus would’ve taken his poetry to Megatron so that he could read it (he would’ve also read Minimus’ poetry on the Alt! Lost Light, though assumedly under far less tragic circumstances)

- Getaway was considered the hottest mech on all of the Lost Light, with Skids as a close second. Together, they were “a hot duo.”

- Functionist Universe! Anode was a brilliant war general

- Nickel had a girlfriend before her homeworld was destroyed

- Rung can’t dance (we been knew)

- Crankcase and Con4Eva did hook up in the original universe

- “Does Rung know we love him? No - he’s very lonely”

- No one in the cast likes all of the Shrek movies, but all of them like the first one.

- Chromedome and Brainstorm met each other the New Institute (which was my question answered :D)

- Roddy would eat Doritos if he could

- Not a single Transformer (in the IDW-verse) would like Trump

- The worst film that Roddy likes is Caddy Shack

- Terminus would’ve never admitted that he was lying to Megatron

- Unfortunately, the song Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind & Fire never made it to the Lost Light

- “Who would make the best romantic partner? Depends on your taste.”

- JRo’s favourite superhero is Spiderman, his favourite TF toys as a kid were Hot Rod & Sandstorm and Nautica is his favourite character (from MTMTE/LL)

- Megatron, does indeed, both give the best hugs and deserves hugs!

- “You’re a tactile, compassionate, thirsty bunch, aren’t you?”

- Tailgate, Swerve and Rewind would all play Fortnite

- Drift and Ratchet would’ve opened a “clinic” together (the question asker was unintentionally vague, so JRo was intentionally vague with his answer)

- Drift thinks that Ratchet was the one who made the first move, while Ratchet thinks Drift was

- Ratchet and Drift would’ve been together for “decades and decades” before Ratchet died

- While Nautica/Skids still isn’t canon, he did confirm that Skids’ feelings for Nautica were romantic in nature

- While Jack Lawrence bases many of the characters’ mannerisms on his own, he bases Rung’s mannerisms off of JRo’s, which doesn’t help his “anti-mary-sue argument.”

- I can’t remember the exact quote, but when asked what it’d be like to have Whirl as a roommate, he said something along the lines of “you’d have a crush on him even though you’d hate him.”

- In case it wasn’t clear enough in the text itself, Whirl rejected Ratchet’s hands because of a shift in how he saw his own disability. He no longer saw it, and by extension, himself, as a “deficiency” that needed to be “fixed”

- JRo pronounces “Omega” as “Oh-me-gah”. This is important information to include.

And then the livestream ended with JRo saying we all “need a cold shower” after all this “fervent shipping” and went off to finish his half a pint of Corona. (what a legend)

Feel free to add in any answers or details I missed.

#tf #transformers #maccadam #idw #idw comics #idw transformers #mtmte #lost light #ruby speaks

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wackpainterkid · 5 years

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the path (that we walk together)(1/2)

a/n: Manon’s Monday turned into wackpainterkid’s wednesday, which then became Too late Thursdays because i’ve had a life lately so great for me, less great for you but okay. The last few weeks you’ve gotten fluffy fics and it’s time to change that and for me to return to my roots: angst. Noah tells Liv something that will heavily influence their future and Liv doubts whether she truly wants that future. Also really hate the title but eh i had to find something

rating: T

2000 words

also on ao3

“I have some news,” Noah says to her.

They’re sitting in his living room, almost cuddling but not really in the comfortable sofa that is placed there. They’re busy with being with each other, with talking, with listening, but besides that, they’re not actually doing anything. Nothing besides lounging, relaxing, breathing.

“Do you?” Liv replies but it’s an absentminded reflex, her question, meant as a sign that she’s listening when in reality her mind is currently focused on quickly finishing her message to the girls. Her fingers race across the keyboard as she types and form a message that confirms her presence at Isa’s place later today. The text gets sent and her phone ends up on the coffee table. She looks up, a small smile on her face that promises him he now has her undivided attention. “Do tell.”

“Remember those portfolios I sent out to some more art schools?”

Her eyes widen as she gasps. She doesn’t need him to continue.

“Did you get in somewhere?” And for a question, it’s a very loud one. A soft chuckle escapes out of Noah’s mouth before he nods, which earns him an even louder response. “Noah!” she yells. “Oh my god, that’s great news. Told you you’d make it happen.” She playfully hits him in the shoulders.

Once the first rejection had trickled in, Noah had gotten down, demotivated. He began doubting all of his art, began doubting the idea to pursue an education in art altogether. She was the one that encouraged him to keep going, that told him to apply to more schools in the area. And it wasn't to just keep his hopes up or to keep him busy; it was because she genuinely believed in him, in his art, in what he stood for and what he created.

She still does.

“I know,” Noah says and all of that doubt that previously lingered in his eyes, in his words dissipates with the smile and dimples that appear.

“A proper art school,” Liv muses as she combs through his hair. “Maybe we shouldn’t call you wack painter kid anymore.”

Of all the things she could say, he probably didn’t expect that because he laughs in response and decides to flip her off. He pulls her closer, though, off of her half of the couch onto his in a moment that is more tender and loving than the one that just transpired.

“What about... wack painter dude?” she proposes with a gleam in her eye. Her arms wrap around his neck.

“I think I prefer the first one.” His hands settle on her waist and bring her even closer.

“Me too,” she has to concur after thinking about it for a second.

Their faces are so close she can see the golden circle inside the blue of his irises. Untangling her arms, she places her hand on his cheek and her thumb brushes his skin. “Well done, wack painter kid.” Liv kisses him and he kisses back, and it feels like her heart sighs in happiness.

They spend the next moments just staring at one another, taking in every detail of each other’s face, every up and every down and every curve and every angle. They smile at each other, make faces at each other. Noah plays with a stray curl of her hair before he asks her if she wants something to drink. He kisses her again before Liv has to basically climb off of him to give him the room to move.

As she waits, she picks her phone up from the table and reads Engels’s excited response to their girls’ night later today. The text– there are about six exclamation marks involved– makes her chuckle and shake her head before she puts her phone back down.

Noah returns to the couch with some drinks for the both of them. He sets them on the table and plops down next to her again. Liv turns her head slightly to face him. “Oh. I forgot to ask. Which one did you get in? The one in Amsterdam?”

“Not exactly…” And it’s a weirdly evasive answer on a question that should be anything but.

“Okay... where did you get in then?” she asks and for some reason, a kernel of worry settles into her body.

Like her gut already knows something is wrong.

“The Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp,” Noah tells her and the way he says it is void of any emotion.

Gone is the joy, and the amusement, and the playfulness.

It’s neutral, and if Liv has to guess why she would say it’s most likely because he doesn’t know how she is going to react.

She doesn’t know how she should react either.

“Antwerp as in Antwerp, the city in Belgium?” she asks, her words slow and clear as she repeats, silently hoping he’ll stop her, correct her, laugh with the fact that she really thought he would go to Belgium. Anything really.

“Yes.”

Anything but that.

Her brow furrows. Antwerp surely doesn’t belong to the category “schools in the area” and it isn’t something that can be blamed on a misunderstanding or even semantics. Another country equals far away, even if they live in Europe and everything is close by.

“When was that ever an option?”

“It’s a renowned school,” he says as if it has always been an option. But if it was, why wasn’t she aware of it?

“And you didn’t think to tell me this?”

She straightens her back, the distance between them grows, it’s no longer the nearness from before. Their separation has now become great enough for Liv to see the tension in his shoulders, the slight tap on his foot on the floor.

“I didn’t think I would get in.” There is a blasé tone to his voice and that is definitely not what she needs right now, not what would do him, nor them good in the position that they’re in.

“That’s not an explanation, Noah.” She sounds consternated and it is because she thoroughly is. About this entire situation. “You did get in.”

“Liv, I know.” A hint of apology shines through. “But do remember that it’s only two hours from here.”

She knows that isn’t a lot. If it happened earlier, she wouldn’t have minded.

But then came Berlin.

And she missed him more than she could fathom, more than she could think she could miss someone before him.

It didn’t come in surges; it was just a constant thing, buzzing in the back of her mind. Often it got drowned out by the laughter of her friends, by the bass at a concert, by Skype’s dial tone she knew by heart by now.

It was in the evenings, however, when she missed his warmth next to her, in the mornings that she woke up without him that it engulfed her.

Noah had this whole new life in Berlin, and she caught glimpses of it in the pictures he sent her, in the stories he told her. A life with places he frequented that she had never been, with people he cared about that she had never met. He had a life and it was one she wasn’t part of.

And that was difficult for her.

It wasn’t like she was so possessive or controlling that he couldn’t have a life of his own; it wasn’t even about that. It was about the possibility of that new life making him forget about his old one, about the one he had here with her in it. It was about the risk of that life becoming better, becoming so good that he decided to stay. That he decided to not come back.

That he decided to leave her.

And now thinking that she’ll have to go through that again makes her feel like she can’t properly breathe, like someone has a tight grip on her lungs and won’t let go.

“So, what now?” she asks and it’s a genuine question. She doesn’t know where they go from here, doesn’t know what the next step is.

“If you don’t want me to go, I won’t go,” he promises, and Liv knows he’s being sincere but still she nearly scoffs.

As if that’s an option.

As if there’s a reality where he doesn’t go and things stay the same.

She doesn’t know if she admires his optimism or despises his naiveté.

“So, you’ll grow to resent me for forcing you to stay?” she asks.

“I could never resent you.” It’s his turn to be hit with consternation now, consternation and earnestness. He takes her hand and squeezes it. She knows it’s another reassurance for her and that the tiny shake of his head is one for himself, but it doesn’t work, at least not on her.

She gently removes her hand out of his hold again.

“You say that now.”

He says that now but when things don’t go his way, he’ll always think “what if?” What if he had gone? What if he had chosen art, his first love, over her? What if he had made a mistake?

And it would break her heart if he’d think that.

“I say that now and I will continue to say that because it’s the truth.”

She stands up, leaves his proximity and rakes her fingers through her hair. Breathing out, her chest deflates, and she takes a big breath again. Her fingertips end on her temples and she watches her feet, before her eyes jump to Noah still sitting down, his own eyes trained on her, watching her with a focused gaze.

“I don’t want it,” she says, and she isn’t entirely sure about what she’s talking.

She doesn’t want him to leave, true.

She doesn’t want to go through what she went through when he was in Berlin, also true.

“Then I stay.” Noah stands up and they’re back on equal footing. As he approaches her, her look slowly travels upwards.

“No.” It’s out before she can truly think about it but once the word leaves her lips, there’s a shift that happens. Inside her brain, inside her body.

No resonates in soundwaves through her thoughts, it vibrates through her bones. It muffles anything else.

“Liv, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you should go but we should break up.”

It isn’t to make him abandon his dream, to force him to pick her. She’s giving him an out. An easy and clean one.

She loves him, that’s why.

“You don’t mean that.”

“What if I do?”

She doesn’t even blink.

“Liv,” he says and there’s a hurriedness in his voice. His hands end up on her face, brushing her hair behind her ear and then bringing it back, tangling it in the process His movements are almost erratic. “Liv, I don’t have to go,” he repeats.

She can see the pleading his eyes are doing but she ignores it, doesn’t acknowledge it.

She can’t. Because if she does, she’ll break. And she doesn’t know if she can recover from that.

“You should,” she contradicts him. “You said it yourself: it’s a renowned school. And it’s your dream to study art. I’m not going to stand in your way of achieving your dream.”

He lets go of her face and she misses his touch, his warmth immediately. She misses it but she doesn’t ask for it back. Dazed, Noah shakes his head.

Liv can see the underlying anger building up inside of him. It’s accompanied by disappointment, but it isn’t necessarily directed towards her. Or at least, that’s what she thinks. What she tells herself.

He clears his throat.

“If that’s what you want,” he says, making sure she knows it isn’t what he wants.

She doesn’t tell him that it isn’t what she wants either.

Their drinks remain untouched on the coffee table, forgotten because all of the discourse, neglected because all of the turmoil.

a/n: Hahahahah I'm evil I know. Part two coming on Monday (hopefully). Eternal gratitude to @whatadaze (even if she distracts me with way too entertaining conversations)

#skam nl #skamnl #written words #manon's mondays

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Imagine The Tfp Bots/Tfa Blitzwing Reacting To Their Half Demon S/O And Their Demon Parent

Characters For Ask:

Tfp Ratchet/Tfp Soundwave/Tfa Blitzwing

Tfp Ratchet:

Ratchet's optics look you up and down before he scoffs and turns back to whatever it is he was currently working on

whatever it is you were trying to do, he doesn't have time for your shenanigans s/o!

it doesn't matter if it's Cybertronian demons or human demons, the old medic believes in neither and will continue to deny your claims about being exactly that no matter how many times you argue back

eventually it leads to you having to actually prove to the grumpy Autobot what you are, even if partly, for him to even believe you by the tiniest amount

Ratchet wants to say something smart, like you're just using some sort of light trick, or give a scientific explanation, but he really can't

he sighs with helm in his servos as you continue to stand there doing or showing some demonic part of yourself; he's really too old for this stuff

he wants to ask why you hadn't told him before, but when he thinks about the way he acted when you literally just had, he can see why you didn't

Ratchet actually steps away from his work to talk more in depth with you about what you are, who you are, and where you come from, because even though he'll take this to the grave with him Ratchet is very much curious

you tell him everything, but what catches his interest and has him pausing you before you move onto another thing to say, is the mention of your full fledged demon parent who's trapped in a statue

by the hesitant expression on your face, Ratchet deduces that you were trying to brush by without having to explain, but he's not going to let you

this may very well put you in even more danger than you already were with just being with him and his team; imagine what the Decepticons would do to get their servos on you for such information as the location of an all powerful, other worldly being of pure chaos

after you explain everything about your demonic parent to the doc, he can see how much the topic has drained you and decides that’s enough for tonight before ushering you off to get some rest or fresh air

before you completely leave the vicinity though, Ratchet lets you know that he thinks nothing ill of you now knowing what you are; in fact he makes sure to tell you how happy it makes him that you did come to him

he know's he can be a very hard bot to talk to, even as an s/o, so it means a lot to him that you still came to him anyways with knowing how he'd react

he feels his spark flutter at the bright smile that takes over your face as you leave, and returns back to his work, but not before comming Optimus(the only person he knows who can keep a secret) about your monstrous parent and the concerns he has about them and your safety

Tfp Soundwave:

Soundwave knew looooong before you even think about telling him about your other half, the only thing is that he doesn't know what your other half is

what I mean is that Soundwave knew something was off about you; you looked human, acted human, but there was just something about you that said you were anything but; he just couldn't figure out what

when you do pull him aside and tell him you're half demon you get as about as much of a reaction as you thought you would from the silent mech; a silent, gleaming visor stare

you get that ominous expression for a few seconds longer before Soundwave walks over to his large monitor, types something in, and points at a picture of Hell Boy when it suddenly pops up

you giggle and tell him no, proceeding to explain further about actual demons and their lore

truth is, Soundwave knows about real demons, or at least the mythical and religious information about them; he just did what he did to make you feel more at ease

if there's one sure thing about the silent con is his abilities to detect the smallest of details, and your very uncomfortable body language when confessing to him what/who you are did not go unnoticed by his observant self

after all is said, you two just sit there, Soundwave staring at you and you staring at the floor as silence takes over

the Con picks up on the way your fingers fidget, and your eyes flitter about instead of at him, and he knows you're still hiding something

he taps you lightly with a slim digit to get your attention, and when you look up there's a question mark glowing on his visor

you sigh before telling him something that’s been weighing down on you more then just being half demon; it's about your demonic parent who's been trapped in a statue for centuries

Soundwave once again sits still and silent as ever as you tell him more about your parent

they're nothing like you, where you're sweet and kind, they're down right evil and sickly twisted

you finally finish and watch for any sort of reaction from him, not the big gasp emoji or arms failing or anything like that, no, you watch for the subtle finger twitch, the glint to his visor, or the very very minuscule movement of his arm wings

after sitting there silently for sometime Soundwave suddenly stands and gently takes you in his servo

a small heart pops on his visor before he gently bonks his helm to your forehead and he proceeds to go back to his station while opening a comforting sub space just for you to rest in

for the rest of the night, the only sounds are the clacking of keys and your light snores from with in Soundwave, and the Decepticon is left to probably the most difficult decision he's ever had to make; should he tell Megatron about your true self and your parent, or keep a secret from the leader he's always been so devoted to?

Tfa Blitzwing:

you get three types of reactions; skeptical disbelief, demands to unleash hell across Detroit, and cooing while being called "tiny lil demon baby"

it was clear you weren't going to get a single type of reaction from Blitzwing, but with the three different personas it was all slightly over whelming

you decide to indulge the first two in a way that doesn't involve destroying a whole city

with wide optics watching you perform a small magic act, but one still powerful enough to prove this isn't some kind of fancy joke, Blitz is left speechless

this whole time he thought you were just another ordinary organic, well his ordinary organic if that makes you feel any better, but no, instead you've secretly been only half of what he imagined you to be

he questions why you never thought to bring this up, and you state you were fearful of him telling Megatron who would in turn use you as a means of destruction

Blitzwing understands your concern and doesn't hold it against you, or at least two parts of him don't; Hot Head can be a pouty shit baby but he won't stay mad for long only because it's you

Blitzwing doesn't know much about human lore(or anything about humanity really); the Con's never had the need or want to invest in the culture of your race, even after you two had gotten together

now though, he's very much curious, especially since this seems to be a big deal regarding you

he spends the next hour or two asking you questions about demons and yourself, and is quietly surprised by how different you are compared to the insights you're giving him about your other half

during that time you slip out about having a demon parent, and he ask you about them

the sudden paleness of your face tells him he just popped open a very bad topic and quickly apologizes, but you're just as quick to tell him he's done nothing wrong and you should probably tell him about them anyways

he is astounded to hear your descriptions of this person who aided in your creation; sure the Decepticons have taken many lives as a whole, but from what you shakily tell your parent has taken just as many all on their own

Blitzwing feels a wave of relief wash over him as he learns that this monster of an entity is trapped somewhere in a statue in a place you're not even sure of

while the chaos they've wrought among the world does somewhat leave him in a state of awe, he's also keenly aware of how much of a danger they are

you two go about your ways, either sticking together or off to take care of your own responsibilities, but either way two of Blitzwings persona's are very much concerned about your safety and are debating on whether or not to tell Megatron in case a certain seeker finds out about your demon parent and decides to mistakenly use them as a weapon

the last persona is concerned too, but at the moment he's too preoccupied with making adorable demon horns for you(if you secretly have horns already and reveal them, Random will die from gushing over you)

~xXx~

#tfp ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet #tfp soundwave x reader #tfp soundwave #tfa blitzwing x reader #tfa blitzwing #transformers prime imagine #tfp #transformers prime #transformers animated imagine #transformers animated #transformers imagine #maccadam #imagine #headcannons #demon reader #request #@invaderdoom78 #imababblekat's writing

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Farewell

Fandom: League of Legends Pairing: Luxanna “Lux” Crownguard/Sylas Rating: G // Words: 1,421 // AO3

I wrote this stinky little blurb instead of doing an essay because, frankly, I’m just really eager to write out how I feel that these two would interact. This isn’t shippy much at all, so if you don’t like the pairing, no worries! Entire fic under the cut!

please consider leaving a like/reblog or a kudos on AO3! It would mean the world!

Demacian prisoners were kept, primarily, in dungeons beneath the Hall of Valor. Winding catacombs under the grand marble building held hundreds of criminals, all of which either punished for their crimes or on a waiting list to face such a feat.

Mages, however, faced a different treatment.

Inside the Citadel, a curved staircase led to a dome of seven or eight doors. Each one looked the same, edged with fine gold and holding a sliver of a window at their center. The walls of each room were dense, so much so that what could be happening on the other side could never be heard by a bystander. The rooms were constructed to contain the most powerful of spellcasters. They were built to nestle all of Demacia’s petty fears and silly taboos into a corner where they could be forgotten.

Lux had never liked the way that the metal of her armored boots clinked. You could only ever hear it when it was quiet, but it was persistent and absolutely obnoxious. Much to her dismay, there were few things to drown out the sound of metal tapping metal as she marched up the staircase towards the mage chambers, and even less to prevent the soundwaves from bouncing off of the cold marble and reminding her, again, of the heavy shoes she wore. She would have preferred to pad up these stairs in her riding boots, which were leather and worn enough that they were negotiably the most comfortable footwear she owned, however she (with a name as noble as her own) was not allowed to be seen anywhere near the Citadel without her proper armor on.

The circular room greeted her the same way that it always did: silently. To the young woman, it was entirely ominous how someone could be crying out in desperation behind one of the doors in front of her without her ever having known. She didn’t care to think on that, though. Rather, she pressed her palm to the cold surface of the furthest door to the left and felt the familiar purr of her magic being tugged at through the walls.

He was awake.

Lux fiddled with the knob for a moment, always hesitant when it came to opening such a dangerous door. Yes, she had permission to be here, however it was for no more than an hour and for nothing other than delivering necessities to the prisoners. It was a job she had volunteered for, mostly out of her own curiosity, and argued with her parents over for close to an hour. Even she was amazed at the fact that she was granted access to such a dangerous part of the castle, but Lux figured Jarvan (her Jarvan, the one who grinned like a madman when he learned she was a mage) had some sort of say in it. Either way, it had been decided that a happy face couldn’t hurt the captive mages if she wanted to help out that badly.

The hinges creaked as she pushed through and into the room, and she was met by the same sideways smirk that she had been seeing for the past month. Sylas didn’t say anything as she entered, only watched as Lux turned and made a point of shutting the door behind her, lingering for a moment to gaze out of the small window and at the staircase behind it as if reconsidering her decision.

“Good afternoon, Luxanna,” the woman in question turned at the sound of the voice behind her and offered a smile in response.

“To you as well!” Lux began rummaging through the satchel at her hip as she spoke, searching for the things she had brought for him specifically. “The weather has been so wonderful recently, what with the end of Winter and all. It felt so nice to have the sun shining on my face again.”

“I’m sure.”

Lux smiled apologetically, the fact that Sylas hadn’t felt true sunlight in upwards of fifteen years having slipped her mind. She tugged a large, worn book free from the leather of her bag, alongside a rock and a few pieces of wrinkled paper. The shackled man eyed the objects as she handled them.

“I brought the tome you’d asked for,” she huffed, laying the afformented book down on the ground. Lux sat in front of it, directly opposite to where Sylas stood staring, and crossed her legs. She held the rock up between two fingers and grinned in an almost giddy fashion. “I also managed a piece of petricite! It’s for me to hold on to, of course, but I think with my resources I could get twice the information in half the time!”

Sylas blinked at her, his head tilting with what appeared to be skepticism. Of course, it didn’t do anything to deter Lux. She simply kept speaking.

“I’ve already begun looking into it,” she babbled, holding up the pieces of paper for him to see. “I spoke to Galio - he’s how I got this petricite - and gathered some intel there, as well as from more simple sources that give intel on how the material works without magic. I feel like we should cover more than just it’s arcane uses and-”

“Well done, little light,” Sylas interrupted. Lux halted immediately and nodded in response, happy to have gotten his approval. The mage picked up the tome. It had seemed so large in Lux’s tiny hands, but in his it seemed much smaller. The effort that it took to thumb through a book with shackles as heavy as those that Sylas bore was great, but it was nothing he was unused to, and the man skimmed through it eagerly.

"I'm not entirely sure what all is in that," Lux began, hey eyes trained on the large book in her comapnion's hands. "I didn't have a chance to do much more than check the title, and I know you told me that it would probably be a bad idea to read it in case anyone were to ask me about the contents-"

"You did wonderful, Luxanna," Sylas interrupted, again, his voice clearly distant and attention still wholly focused on the text in front of him. Lux beamed regardless.

They sat in silence for a while. Sylas continued to tear through the tome as Lux read over her notes. She got up to inspect the larger pieces of petricite that made up the shackles of the man beside her a few times, writing down observations as she went, but neither of them said anything. The quiet was peaceful, only interrupted by the occasional scratch of pen or rustling of paper. Lux had always appreciated the visits like this; the ones in which there was little conversation, but simply the company of someone who was like her. Sylas understood her, she knew that for a fact. The Lightweavers were kind and all, but none of them seemed to really understand how brutal Demacia could be to mages. Here, in the company of one who defined the oppression against magic users, Lux felt as though her struggle to be accepted by her family wasn't something that nobody understood.

Here, beside Sylas, she felt safe.

Lux blinked, coming to the realization that she'd been staring. The blue of Sylas' eyes bore back into hers as she snapped out of her daze. Rather than dropping the contact however, Lux rose to her feet and stepped toward him.

"I ought to say goodbye," she mused, taking another step, "It's been quite a while, and those stairs do take a while to descend."

"Then say it," Sylas rose as well, the rustling of his shackles as he moved seemingly drowned out by the gaze Lux held with him.

She stood directly in front of Sylas, her head tilted up to maintain their eye contact and a small smile dancing across her lips. She reached out and rested a hand against his shoulder, feeling the tickle of her magic rushing up to her palms as it sensed the contact with the other mage. She raised herself up on the tip of her toes and grazed her lips against Sylas' cheek before turning on her heel and pacing towards the doorway. Lux didn't turn until she had her hand against the knob, and even then it was merely a gaze over her shoulder.

"Farewell," she hummed, a smile chasing the words as she pushed the door open. The response that followed was quiet, seemingly taken aback.

"Goodbye, my little light."

#league of legends #fanfiction #luxanna crownguard #lux #sylas #my work #rlly hoping this gets some good love since I have yet to post any of my works here

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 years

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Hey-yo! If you don’t mind could I get an emergency HC please? I met my dads side of the family for the first time on my own and not an hour later I left crying because they were so fucking racist (I’m half white half Puerto Rican). TFP Optimus and TFP cons reacting to bots trying to subtle discriminate and racist towards their hybrid daughter but failing and them not taking to kindly to others treating their daughter like dirt because of her human half?

Optimus: He notices immediately what’s going on and oh boy, he doesn’t like it, not one bit. Immediately calls the offending bot on their bullshit as calmly as he can, no matter how much he wants to yell them out for even daring to think something like that. You are absolutely perfect and beautiful the way you are. So what if you are half human? It doesn’t make you any less of a person than they are. But their comments make them seem like that. Optimus is so disappointed in them, he thought cybertronians had become better than this. He takes his child and goes somewhere secluded to comfort them and tell them how the bot was just ignorant and uneducated, they know nothing about your heritage.

Megatron: While not the embodiment of calmness, he tries to keep his temper under control while he confronts the offending bot. Surely, he must have misheard them. Because who would be stupid enough to say something like that about his child? Right? Well, it seems there’s at least one bot. Megatron grins menacingly. Oh my, what a brave spark we have here, or perhaps they are just so very foolish? Follow him, he’s got something he want to tell them… in private. He will be gone for a while before returning to you, saying that he and the other bot have talked and they have understood how wrong they were. They are so ashamed over what they did that they will no longer bother you. In fact, you will probably never see them again. Ever.

Starscream: He is ready to throw down. The frag did you say about his kid!? Nah, don’t try to explain yourself, he heard what you said you xenophobic slut! You’d probably have to hold him back or else he would outright attack the offending bot with his claws and missile launcher. His child is perfect and anyone who says anything else is gonna have to face his wrath! After he’s done giving the bot some of his mind Starscream will promptly pick you up and leave, head held high and wings flaring. His way of comforting someone is by spoiling them so prepare to be pampered like royalty for the rest of the day.

Soundwave: Their life is now ruined. The moment they said those things he made sure of it. Three seconds is all it takes for him to utterly destroy their life but they don’t know it yet, they won’t realize until later. And when they do realize it he and you will be somewhere else, having lots of fun and completely forgetting them. Soundwave will never tell you exactly what he did to the bot and if you ask him he will simply pat your head and distract you with something. No one disrespects his kid and gets away with it.

Knockout: He gasps, clearly offended on your behalf, before going on an emotional tirade. “Excuse me??? What did you say about my beautiful and perfect child???” With his words alone he will demolish all their arguments and make them regret ever saying anything in the first place. But you think he will stop there? No, once he’s done telling them what a xenophobic prick they are Knockout will start pinpointing their insecurities and absolutely tear them apart. It’s only when they are an emotional mess that he will pick you up and leave them without even looking at them. He will then bring you back home where he will proceed to trashtalk the bot while he and you do something nice like buffing his frame or washing your hair.

Breakdown: For a few seconds he just stares at the bot, stunned, before he suddenly snaps out of it and lets out a loud “hey!” and covers your ears, even though the words have already been said. He glares at the bot and says that if they ever say something like that again, around you or not, he will personally bash their head in with his hammer. And he swears to Unicron, he will make them suffer like never before. After threatening them Breakdown takes you on a long ride in the desert, both to talk with you and to calm down because if he stays with that bot even a second more then he will pummel them. He does his best to comfort you and make you forget about that idiot. Do you want something to eat? Fries? Ice cream? He will get you whatever you want.

Shockwave: Illogical. Judging someone solely on their heritage is foolish. Therefore, so are you and Shockwave don’t listen to foolish people so you better just shut up. But despite his emotionless voice and calm demeanor his cannon is coming to life. It’s a sort of nonverbal promise; you say something stupid like that again and I will blow your head off. Yeah, Shockwave is a bit pissed and by a bit I mean a lot. The bot that said those things about you better watch out or else they might end up as the test subject in Shockwave’s next experiment. He sucks at giving comfort so the best he can do is telling you to ignore them since they are illogical and letting them influence your state of being would only lower your intelligence.

Dreadwing: While Dreadwing has always taken care of his family he turned a bit overprotective of you after his brother’s death. So to hear someone disrespect you like this, saying all these terrible things just because you’re half human, it makes his energon boil. But as much as he wants to shoot the offending bot in the face he doesn’t, he’s better than that. So instead he growls, clenches his fists and threatens to personally tear them apart if they ever approach you or him again. Dreadwing then tells you that this bot is obviously a moron and that you’d do best to ignore everything they say because obviously nothing intelligent is going to come out of their mouth.

Predaking: Hey, afthole, you like fire? Because Predaking will literally roast you alive! Nobody treats his child like that, nobody! They are royalty! They are strong and mighty! So what if they are part organic, they still have a fire within! He will protect your honor and personally fight anyone that tries to dirty it. After the offending bot is dealt with he will fly away with you and curl around you in his dragon form, huffing and puffing in frustration. He doesn’t get how some people can’t recognize your greatness. Later he will steal you some comfort food from some store somewhere.

#transformers headcanons #Transformers Prime #optimus prime #megatron #starscream #soundwave #knockout #breakdown #shockwave #dreadwing #predaking #Child headcanons #emergency request

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mysterious-prophetess · 5 years

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Movie Double feature

Today I saw TWO Movies somewhat back-to-back.

Bumblebee AND Aquaman.

One I’d been anticipating and one I was slightly skeptical about.

So I’m going to do my little post movie write up AS a double feature as well.

So first the overall experiences I had with both and then below a read more, I will get into spoiler territory.

Bumblebee

I will admit I had the bar set low because it’s a Transformer’s movie. Though, I was slightly hopeful because Bee was a bug like he was in the cartoon. And also, Bee is my favorite transformer’s character.

I was right to be hopeful. This movie was thoroughly enjoyable. Not once did I glance at my cellphone. Ok I did but that wasn’t because I was bored.

The pacing could be very quick at times but the human protagonist was actually someone I could give a full damn about. The plot wrapped up nicely and if Michael Bay really wanted, he could reboot the whole franchise and it would work. Easily the best of the....how many are there at this point? Let’s see.....(one google search later) Six. Best of the Six Transformers movies out. Personally, I think Michael bay should just reboot the series.

Aquaman

I didn’t have the bar super high here either but I was hoping for it to be good because of several reasons.

1) I am a HUGE DC fangirl. That’s right I’ll admit it, I prefer DC to Marvel. So, I’d prefer it when DC movies are good.

2) Representation matters.

3) The way they set up Aquaman in Justice League (especially with the Motherbox thing and Mera) intrigued me.

So, how was it? Well, I will say it was not as good as Wonder Woman. However, it was better than all the other current batch DC movies, though. By which I mean the ones that are already out. Which is something it does pain me to admit since I am (at heart) a hardcore Superman fangirl. So, for me current DC movie rankings in quality (in my personal opinion):

Wonder Woman

Aquaman

Justice League

Man of Steel

Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice (extended cut)

Suicide Squad

The tone flipped back and forth with light and more serious moments here and there. The pacing could be choppy in a few segments and Snyder is back at it again with his choices for editing scenes together. More on that in the spoiler section. But it was also fun and Arthur’s 1000000% done with it was something I could relate to. Yes, it is the standard trope-y King Arthur tale (yeah, pun intended and DC did that too) of good true king versus Bad False King, but it also wasn’t totally stale. The art direction is what really made this movie for me. I loved LOVED how the underwater civilizations looked.

Now time for the spoiler section.

You have been warned. Don’t read if you’ve not seen either.

Bumblebee

Like I said above, I did not enter this film with high expectations of it. I mean, I don’t hate the other Transformers movies. I’ll just admit up front that if I could cut out the human bits from most of the other five films and just have nothing but giant robot fights, I’d be more than good with that. Especially Dark of the Moon. Just give me the giant robot bits and omit the rest please.

Charlie is actually relatable. Especially to me because I’ve had the sucky as fuck job at an amusement park. I won’t say where or when but trust me: working at a theme park is not fun at all. She also has something of an arc in this film that isn’t “get the girl” or whatever Mark Whalberg’s character’s arc was supposed to be in Last Knight (I didn’t see age of extinction but it seemed his arc there was around fatherhood or something). Charlie is also (as a character) charming enough to help carry the film with Bee.

I won’t say the Charlie parts were always 100% good, but definitely good more often than not.

The male human lead (Memo?)...he was just Sam Witwicky 1980′s edition and a little less pathetic.

Bumblebee was adorable in this. I get it was the amnesia but before he lost his voice, it was nice to hear him actually talk and the fact they cast a guy with a young-ish sounding voice was something I really liked since in the cartoon I’m more than fairly certain Bee was a kid or the youngest member of the Autobots. After the amnesia, it also sort of was childlike in his behaviors.

I even liked the Decepticons. They were barely playing nice.

I like that the human military was trying to play them right back.

Best line in the movie was when the John Cena character Agent Burns says something like,

“Should we even trust them, It’s right in their name “Decepticons”“

That was actually a clever thing to have in the film.

Something else I liked was the fact that Optimus Prime, Soundwave, and Ravage were all really close to their cartoon designs, and it looked so much nicer to me.

Bee as a Camaro origin story. It was a nice touch. This skews the canon of the films a little but since it’s in my personal opinion they should just reboot it here and run with this new universe, any continuity issues aren’t that big to me.

Were there times the move just went from 0-CRAZY. Yeah.

Charlie’s family: Borderline abusive at times, and borderline too...much. They weren’t as over the top as the Witwicky’s but that’s not saying much.

The internet already existed in the 80′s for the military as either DARPA or ARPA Net, so that little revelation was stupid.

The bullies who harrass Charlie at that party spot. I’ve never met someone that callus IRL and there is no way the bitchy chick making fun of the fact Charlie’s dad dropped dead wouldn’t have had at least someone aside from Memo and Bee going “Not Cool”

Speaking of that, the whole delinquent thing that they did to rich girl’s house? Funny but not 100% plot relevant. There were other ways to end up with Charlie, Bee, and Memo in a car chase.

E.G. Bee’s trying to cheer Charlie up by going fast or something.

The nod to the other films with Simmons was nice.

A solidly enjoyable film. I do actually recommend it.

Aquaman

Now onto a bigger spiel.

Again, due to DC’s track record for film quality with the current movie universe (and beyond) I did not want to have my hopes up, but I already mentioned why I wanted it to do well above.

The tonal shifts from serious to light to serious again could be (to borrow what my dad said) corny. I like corny, personally, but I get that tonal shifts like this can give others whiplash. Fortunately, they didn’t do this all the time.

What Snyder had them do enough times, however, was editing in flashbacks in the main flow of the story with little warning a la Man of Steel and I didn’t like it then, I don’t like it now.

Sometimes the dialogue could be a bit on the nose and clunky but I did like Arthur’s arc in this film. It was slightly incomplete because part of his arc started in Justice League which was learning how to play nice with other people to do something. Then there was the whole reluctant leader thing. It was done well enough, but having seen it done much better in the Peter Jackson Lord of the Rings trilogy, I know that attempting this sort of character arc in one film was asking for it to be a little less refined. Which is the result. Yet, despite it relying on a very Arthurian trope of Chosen King with Magic Weapon, it did it well enough that it wasn’t a totally stale thing. The fact he had the magic-trident of King Atlan was something he was actively working to earn throughout the movie. It did actually feel like he had gone through enough of a growth in the film (and part of Justice League) to merit him earning this achievement of his.

The film did drag a little in places but only twice did I just want them to get on with it already.

Black Manta Ray’s origin was interesting in this universe. Arthur did quasi-create this enemy.

On the other hand, I can’t fully feel sympathy for a murderous pirate dying because he tried to kill Arthur and Arthur decided that the man who tried to blow him up wasn’t someone he wanted to save. But that’s because I’m a vindictive bitch.

Arthur, later, realizes that he should have done the right thing all along but too late now. He also realizes the value of mercy because of this so...

Mera’s powers are never fully explained, but I find myself mostly ok with that because I just started calling her a waterbender in my head.

Arhtur and Mera’s relationship evolved semi-organically. They did have chemistry for the most part, but it was almost too cliche at times yet it was fine because it’s the action movie romance cliches that aren’t 100 horrible but it was even at times a little sweet.

So, let’s go over, in detail what I loved about the art direction

Yes, it does look very similar to other underwater cities that I’ve seen in the past in other media, but they also incorporated enough new and nature inspired parts to it that I loved looking at each underwater civilization. The ruins, the tech, the fact things glowed the way they did. That pirate ship air pocket was also a really interesting thing though I kept wondering where Ariel was

I even got that the reason there was water in the Atlantean vehicles was Atlanteans don’t need to worry about things being airtight because they breathe under water.

Later when it was explained that only a handful of Atlanteans can even breath in the atmosphere it made even more sense.

When Volko was training Arthur in his Atlantean skills and stuff started to glow once he went deeper in the water I actually nodded because there is scientific evidence that every living thing does give off small amounts of bioluminesce. Even we humans do, but it’s so faint we can’t perceive it.

I personally think the Atlanteans should have glowed a little too.

The different species of Atlantean were very neat. Especially the “feral” ones. Reminded me of someone crossing a Zora with that creature from Pan’s Labyrinth or that thing from Hellboy 2 that Liz made a deal with to save Hellboy.

Onto other things:

The Karathen. I did not expect her to live up to the hype the movie was building her up to be. I was also pleasantly surprised that it was a “she” during the scene where she is trash-talking Arthur without knowing that he can understand her. Then, later, I found out she is voiced by Julie Andrews.

Also, because the Karathen did make such a huge impact in that final fight two things entered my head.

“RELEASE THE KRAKEN” and

Orm: “I have an army!”

Arthur: “I have a sea monster.”

The Atlantis thrown down was noticed but that got me thinking: Where was the rest of the JL during this. Were they just doing damage control or something after Orm’s little oceanic temper tantrum?

The mid-credits stinger with Mantaray. I knew he wasn’t done because Manta Ray is a major Aquaman villain. I just didn’t think the Atlantis obsessed prof would end up finding him.

I don’t fully get why Nereus would want a war with the surface with Orm in charge, unless he would just strike Orm down later and take his power.

I didn’t get why the fishpeople didn’t just RUN AWAY whenever Arthur showed up with the Karathen AND wielding the Trident of Atlan. All Fish-People Princess would have had to do was say “my people RUN FROM THE MONSTER” And Orm’s armies (and Orm himself) would be so busy fighting a literal sea monster from their worst nightmares that no one could or would have stopped them.

In fact, I am confused as to why there wasn’t mass panic once the Karathen showed up and she started wrecking all the military vehicles. -\( `-`)/-

Arthur’s ability to speak to the aquatic animals was actually built up to be a major ability.

Aquaman’s been made fun of in the past for this, but considering he was able to talk to the Karathen, and control a bunch of apex sea predators (turning them on their masters) it isn’t something to be fully laughed off. Outside the ocean, sure it doesn’t really make a huge difference but that’s where making the Atlanteans tougher than land humans comes in. That too makes actual sense with the reasons as to why this was.

Atlanna’s survival wasn’t really too much of a shock for me. I was half-expecting the Trench-peoples to not be totally savage and actually just have a bad rep.

The Hidden Sea at the Earth’s core bit got an eyebrow quirk. I was half expecting it to be the Caspian Sea....

I would still very much recommend Aquaman.

#aquaman #bumblebee #movie reviews #(ever notice a huge typo 24 hours after posting something? cause I JUST DID)

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turntwriting · 6 years

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William Nylander- It’s Always You

Pairing: William Nylander x reader

Warning: none

Note: I know Matt Martin and his girlfriend Sydney just got engaged, but this story takes place at their wedding! I got this idea when I saw the video when he proposed, so cute! Anyway, this was a request so I hope you enjoy.

The ceremony was beautiful. It was bright and modern, everything you could expect from Matt and Sydney.

I didn’t get to congratulate the bride until the after party. She had seemed incredibly overwhelmed and busy, and I didn’t want to add to it. I wanted to keep my presence quiet. Once I’d spoke to her, I could go.

When she saw me, her jaw dropped. She engulfed me in a hug instantly, her eyes glossing over, tears threatening to ruin her expensive looking makeup.

“(Y/n) you came! I’m so glad you came!”

I reciprocated the hug. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Syd.”

When she eventually pulled away I held her at arm’s length, admiring her dress. It was a beautiful floor length ensemble, eggshell white and classy. It suited her unbelievably; maybe that’s what being in love does to a person.

“Well I’m glad you came,” she spoke before I could compliment her, making me realize I’d previously been silent, and I couldn’t help but feel a little rude. “I have something to tell you.”

My heart rate sped a little as Matt joined her side. He pulled me in for a short but warming hug, one I got the feeling would be a lot longer if he hadn’t overheard Sydney’s previous sentence. Knowing she was still talking he only mouthed a hello before snaking his arm protectively around her waist. Once again I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the love in which they had both been blessed with. I really was a bitter soul.

“What is it?” I asked, mainly to silence my intrusive thoughts. The couple looked at each other.

“I’m pregnant!”

This time it was my turn to well up, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as a range of emotions overwhelmed me. Happiness, hopefulness. A little part of it was that stir of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That’s what happens when you walk around with a broken heart; it poisons all your other organs too. I pulled the couple in to hug them.

“Congratulations you guys. I love you both so much.” I gushed into both their ears, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “How far gone are you?”

“She’s only a little over two months,” Matt explained.

“You look good for it.”

“Doesn’t she.” The conversation seemed to die down quite quickly, and I was well aware that my time here was coming to an end. I contemplated leaving now. I’d said my congratulations; everything else was unnecessary.

“Well, I should probably get going.” I began to excuse myself when Sydney put a hand on my shoulder. She pleaded for me to wait, and so reluctantly, I did. Her eyes poured into mine.

“Have you seen him yet?”

It was as if the breath had been knocked out of my chest, and I tried to ignore Matt’s quiet scolding of Sydney intended to be out of my earshot.

“You don’t have to talk about it, (Y/n).” He attempted to reassure me, and I shook my head gratefully.

“No, it’s fine. I haven’t.”

I knew she meant William. I knew he would be here tonight, of course, he had more place here than I did. But I hoped I would be able to escape before there was any risk of bumping into him. I had no idea what I would say, or do, or if he’d be here alone. The thought of him with a date made my chest hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to leave.

“How long has it been?” Sydney pressed further, her voice cautious. Next to her Matt looked incredibly uncomfortable. You and me both, I thought, feeling my throat start to tighten a little.

“It’s been two years.”

Both their eyes softened and I felt tears threaten my own once again. I looked to the floor. Two years sounded almost longer than it felt. It had been an incredibly lonely two year too. I lived on my own now, falling asleep each night next to nothing but silence. I hadn’t even tried to get to know someone else. There was no point; if it wasn’t William, I didn’t want it. Not even so much because I missed him, although I did, painfully so, but just because I don’t have the strength to risk it again. It wasn’t that sad. I’d come to reason with the fact that I would never love again a long time ago.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Syd, I think we should sit down, the speech is about to start.” Matt suggested, trying to almost steer his pregnant wife away as he shot me sympathetic eyes. I gave him back a small smile.

“Wait, okay I’m sorry,” Sydney blurted out and as she turned to me I found it increasingly hard to look her in the eye. “Please don’t run again (Y/n).”

“Syd-”

“Please. Just please stay for the speeches.” Her cheeks reddened a little, her voice cracking against her will. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

I didn’t speak for fear of breaking apart in front of her, only nodding a small confirmation before someone came to take her away. I returned to my table as the sound of a glass being tapped sounded through the hall.

The speeches were nice. They were somewhat repetitive, a little cliché, but nice nonetheless. Mitch’s had been my favorite so far, a confession of his own fondness towards the two, how he’d been rooting for the couple since before they were even rooting for themselves. Sydney was positively glowing as several different people complimented and admired her. Eventually it looked as if it were all about to be over, and I silently counted my blessings as people began to talk amongst themselves. Perhaps if I excused myself subtly I could get out. I’d text Sydney a goodbye, she’d forgive me. She’d understand why I’d run. It was all I knew how to do.

Just as I thought it was over, Matt stood.

“Wait, sorry everyone, there’s one last speech. He’ll be here in a minute, please entertain yourselves or grab a free drink from the bar whilst you wait.”

I smiled at his professionalism even on his own wedding day. I couldn’t get over the fact that he really would be a Dad. I don’t know why I found it surprising, that’s what happy relationships progress too. Marriage and children and eternity. I guess a little part of me just felt jealous that neither of them would ever have to experience what it felt like to be alone.

“There he is!” A voice from the head table shouted, and everyone’s heads turned. There he was indeed.

Stood on the stage, a microphone in hand, his face supporting a large, awkward but sweet smile was William. I felt my heart fall from my chest. He looked incredibly, his skin matured and clear, his blond hair nicely done, wearing a dark, classic suit. He looked taller, more muscular, more confident even. He looked more himself. I guess only one of us had healed after that winter night two years ago, and it hadn’t been me. I looked down at my ring finger. Sometimes it felt like the tan line was still there, a slightly paler band just above where my knuckle is, as if my entire hand is taunting me. Seeing William up on that stage felt somewhat like a mockery. We had come so close, and a tiny part of me couldn’t help but wish that it was me sitting where Sydney was. I shook off this thought as William began to speak.

He introduced himself well, really presenting the skills that his job had taught him over the years. I haven’t watch a Leaf’s game, or any hockey game much since.. I’d really tried to remove myself entirely. To remove him. The room fell entirely silent as his real speech began, all the William jokes and taunting over and done with.

“Look, in all realness,” he spoke in his deep and endearing voice, sending soundwaves right through my chest. “No one needs me to stand here and say the obvious. I don’t need to tell you how good you look together, or how incredible the ceremony was, because you know that already. Matt, you don’t need me to tell you how much you’re winning with Sydney because, well, you must know it.” The crowd laughed as Matt rolled his eyes and William blew him a kiss before continuing.

“The only thing I wanna say is good luck. And I genuinely mean that.” Matt watched with genuine intrigue, however Sydney’s eyes seemed to be elsewhere, as if she were searching through the crowd. “You two together have a love that is so comfortable and homely, whilst also being so firey and spontaneous, and it really does keep the world spinning. It’s the type of love a man only gets once in his lifetime.” The crowd cooed slightly as William momentarily looked at the floor, and I wondered if they were as in love with him in this moment as I was.

“A love where you’re so content and happy with each other as you are really does only come around once, and you two have already got it and secured it. And I hope you secure it forever. Because God knows once you let go, it never comes back to you.” He forced a smile. “Bitter sweet, as they call it.”

Sydney was still searching with hunting eyes and I got the feeling I was the prey. As William raised his glass my vision blurred, and I knew I had to go. The guilt swept over me faster than my own feet off the ground but there was no way I could stay without choking up the only pieces of my heart I had left all over the maroon tablecloth.

I didn’t plan my exit route, only weaving my way through the tables somewhat frantically, trying to stick to the dark corners of the room. Once I found a back door I ran for it. It wasn’t practical. But I needed the time alone.

Once I was out of sight I pressed my back to the brick wall and let myself fall apart. The tears fell like cascades down my face, loud, messy sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. The knowledge that I would have to go back in in this state to be able to leave only made me cry harder as I questioned why I had even put myself through this mess in the first place. Maybe this is what I was destined for. A life of avoidance and hurt. Because it had been five years, and so far I had learned, the hurt never really seems to go away.

“(Y/n)?” It felt like my soul leaving my body once I heard him say my name. My eyes shot open, breathing speeding up once more as I realized he was close. Suddenly I heard him turn the corner. It was too late to run this time.

“Oh my God, (Y/n).”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping if I did so for long enough he would just disappear. He’d leave me behind again. But he didn’t. His tone was hard to read, and I could feel even without looking at him that he would be running his hands through his hair right now, jittering his legs out of nerves. He edged closer towards me and I screamed.

“(Y/n), please. Please don’t push me away. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Oh but you do that without meaning to William, I thought, but I remained silent. There’s no way he couldn’t hurt me. His presence here was hurting me. His presence in my memory had been hurting me every day for the past two years. But nonetheless, I steadied my breathing, focusing on the pavement in front of me.

“It’s all in your breathing. Focus on that.” His voice was laced with concern, but was still quiet, as if he was afraid I would crack should he be too loud, like a glass window in a gospel choir. I only nodded. Soon enough my breathing slowed.

“(Y/n) please let me talk to you. Please don’t run away again.” The words, although maybe not intended to be, came out as more of a question than a demand and I opened my eyes once again, allowing myself the small tester sight of him in my peripheral vision.

“Okay,” my broken voice sounded in a short whisper.

“I miss you, (Y/n).”

“Don’t,” I warned, but he continued.

“No, listen to me (Y/n), please. Please, for once, just let me in. Don’t leave me out in the dark again, I can’t take it.”

“So talk,” I almost urged, not wanting to hear him beg anymore, the guilt weighing me down until I was being curb stomped by my own conscience.

“Maybe you should talk? It looks like you have some stuff on your mind. I get the feeling you don’t talk to anyone else so, maybe you should be the one talking.” He sighed when I stayed quiet, but it wasn’t a sigh of defeat. I suddenly felt a warmth towards him for the way he didn’t lose hope in me. He saw my demons, looked them straight in the eye, but he didn’t run from them. I owed him that.

“There must be something, (Y/n). Something you want to say, something you want to know. It’s been two years.” It sounded even worse coming from his mouth. I still didn’t look at him, staring at my shoes.

“How many people have you been with since?” I whispered, afraid of the answer and unsure why I was even asking. The number was probably high; everyone wants to get with a hockey player. He moved a little closer, carefully.

“A big fat total of zero.” The answer surprised me more than what I let on.

“I’m serious,” he confirmed. “There was a stage where Freddie tried to set me up with people, taking me out on double dates with him, but it never went anywhere. Not even a kiss. The other guys always mock me for it.” I felt him look down at his shoes. He deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me. “You?” He asked hesitantly, and I almost laughed at the thought.

“None.”

“No one at all?” There was shock present in his voice. Did he really think I was capable of choosing anyone other than him? I shook my head to clarify.

“(Y/n) why?” Finally, I pluck up the courage to look at him. His blue eyes poured into mine, melting me under their gaze and somehow I managed to voice what was on my mind.

“It’s only you, William.” It almost looked as if the words knocked him out, but he composed himself pretty fast. The way he watched me, it was as if he was afraid I’d disappear should he let me out of his eyesight for even a minute.

“(Y/n) why are we dragging this out? We belong together, you know it, I know it, everybody knows it. Why are we prolonging this pain?” I shook my head, tears threatening to fall for what felt like the thousandth time tonight.

“We didn’t work before William, what makes you think we can now? I can’t go through that again.”

He edged closer again. “Because we know now what it’s like to be without each other. Now that you’re here in front of me, I don’t ever want to let you go again. I’d never do anything to compromise us again, (Y/n).”

“There are so many other people, -”

“And I choose you.” He cut me off with desperation. “Even after everything. I still choose you. No one else is even an option.”

Admittedly, I had given in. I was terrified. But I knew I didn’t want to be without him. Now that I’d learned what it was like to live with him, I didn’t want to learn to live without, because God knows after two years I still hadn’t accustomed to it. I knew it could be my biggest risk. But it could also be my only chance at healing.

“I choose you too,” I murmured. William moved closer once again, like he was unsure he had heard me right.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked cautiously. I nodded. Before I knew it, his hand was on the side of my face, holding me in place gently. His lips moved against mine so slowly and I drank in every second. This was what I had been waiting for. This was what I’d needed to fix me.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he spoke into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My hands moved through his hair.

“I love you too William. Always.”

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anotherramblingfangirl · 6 years

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Interspecies interactions

I’m just going to jump in and say what I feel is a not too popular opinion: I actually really like seeing this in transformers media.

Not necessarily as in humans/transformers, but there was a big massive intergalactic war and I like seeing how other species were/are involved in it. It helps give a feel of just how big and, well, intergalactic it was.

It also helps that I’m a sucker for alien cultures and lore details too.

But yes, I’ve already talked a bit about their interactions with other mechanical species in some aspects, such as how we know for a fact that others were concerned enough about it that they hid spies within cybertronian ranks, some of whom may still be there.

As well as briefly about dire wraiths, but there really is a lot more to say, so that is exactly what I’m going to try do here!

First of all, I’ll touch on the mechanical species a bit more. Aside from what’s been already said about them and their interactions with cybertronians, that is.

We know, for instance that the combined efforts of the stentarian and cybertronian civil war, the galaxy as a large is so technophobic that the black block consortia got away with wiping out an entire colony of minicons. Nickel being explicitly the sole survivor of that.

As far as we know, nobody’s really done anything about that. Unless any civilians or something did protest and we just haven’t heard about it.

The Galactic Council also shot down a Camien ship too, pursuing it right into Solstar Territory to do so. This is despite the fact they must have known themselves that this would have caused a diplomatic issue.

So it should be noted that the war also caused tensions between organic species too, in regards to how to handle it.

Anyway, point is: general galactic consensus is anti-mechanical being.

So I have to say, I cannot help but think the mechanical species that have not been involved in a massive intergalactic war, like the Catharsians, ought to be angry at those who have been.

It’s painted a massive target on their backs too for a galaxy not likely to bother to try distinguish that not everyone in this image is even the same species:

And about those stentarians: transformers ended their war!

Wiped out billions of the ammonite faction. Just about all of them/ How do the stentarians feel about that?

The terrodores may be grateful, as we know the species isn’t above going for external help but...the ammonite survivors? There won’t be much with what happened, but there’ll be those like Paddox who for ever reason would not have been able to make it to the siege on Cybertron.

And the survivors will be going through the same sort of war -> peace adjustment period as the cybertronians are.

But in turn, cybertronians may also be angry about that siege a lot of them participated in. So who can say what general reactions would be like?

I won’t get into the spies again here though, since I’ve already talked about it before, but that in itself is a huge topic!

Now, about those wars that made mechanical beings so unpopular: a lot of worlds during the cybertronian one were cyberformed by the decepticons, wiping out the organic life residing on them.

But a thing is, not all of those species who were living on those worlds went extinct as a result of that! There were survivors who obviously either got off world before the phases came to their conclusion or were already off before they started.

For example, Megatron explicitly lists the Torkuli as one such people who the decepticons “wiped out”.

But here we see one in the background, modern day, as the Lost Lighters go visit a bar:

So it seems there are rare survivors.

And the status of the Nebulan people is ambiguous too.

Their world was rendered in such a state by Thunderwing it had to be abandoned entirely by the surviving members of the infiltration team, such as the Scavengers’ Crankcase. But they were definitely an advanced enough species to certainly have some members off world and there is a chance that some on-planet could perhaps survived, even if very, very few.

So where do these survivors go once there planet is turned uninhabitable for them?

Are they on their own or do the Galactic Council help with reallocation/refugee camps or something like that? Do they band together even, survivors of these genocides becoming an intergalactic community themselves?

Also, now that the war is over and worlds aren’t getting shiny-fied anymore, are these guys going to want compensation?

I mean, Optimus Prime has been trying to make it up to Earth for what happened to them, but what about these guys? What happened to Earth still needs to be addressed and reparations made for of course, but it’s not the only or worst planet hurt by the war.

The fact it’s still even habitable speaks for itself in that!

If these survivors of decepticon occupation were to demand compensation from transformers they’d be fully in their rights to.

Now, it does bear mentioning that not all encounters between species during the war have been strictly hostile.

Some species also had more “mixed” encounters shall we say. Like that incident on Mir. Positive and negative representation I guess there? It never escalated much so opinion likely wouldn’t have been staunchly negative of the guys (although I do suspect Scorponok went back there some point but that’s a different topic).

There’s also how folks like Swindle would trade technology with some species and there have been dotted cases of scientists from Cybertron and a different species interacting for joint experiments.

Ethical? No. At least, not any of the examples we’ve seen so far.

But not the same level of bad that we’re talking about above and that might have tipped at least some guys’ opinions more towards the positive. Guys such as scientists, warriors and those in the black market who found such arrangements beneficial.

Post-war, with their being less risk, could any of them be interested in trying to mash technologies together again?

Then there’s also what Skids addresses here:

“I persuade other races to support the Autobot Cause”

This is a pretty big thing to just throw in there!

How did it go?!

The way it’s phrased gives off the impression at least some were successfully roped in.

What other races? How did it go for them, are they okay? How did they contribute? How did you do it Skids? How did you convince them to be Team Autobot? Promising them things? Saying it would be bad if they didn’t help? The power of friendship?

Where are they now, now that the Autobots have won the war? They still team Autobot? Are they going to want to try re-establish a friendly relationship with Cybertron forces? Are there interspecies friendships still being maintained that resulted from these alliances?

That statement provides a lot of questions.

There’s also the more individual scale we have to address too.

Like this here:

I mentioned earlier a Camien space craft being shot down in territory of the Solstar Order. The sole survivor of that was a protoform who would become Stardrive, seen here with her teacher who I also suspect to have essentially been her Guardian.

In here, through what is essentially an “interspecies adoption”, we see an example of a transformers fully immersed in another alien culture, one Stardrive in fact grew up in and new nothing else but for several years.

Which is also a fascinating concept in and of itself.

How would a transformers turn out growing up in a non-transformers culture?

It very clearly had an effect on Stardrive, who wound up identifying much more with the organic dominated Solstar culture her guardian raised her in as opposed to any mechanical one she belongs to by birth. Although it also had a very detrimental effect on her self-opinion too.

The question would also be quite intriguing flipped too.

An alien growing up on a planet with influences from transformers, which in a way I guess technically could count a bit more for Earth now, it being made a colony world.

Seeing how these different cultures intersect is something I think would be great to see explored more. I genuinely think it would provide more insight to cybertronian culture too, getting to see in what ways it clashes or is even similar to others.

Now, the last things I’d like to try address in this post are some misc post-war things, that didn’t really fit anywhere else:

First off, the Lost Light while not engaged in disaster after disaster have been helping out other races, organic ones included such as the Milarians here:

“It’s already made the galactic bulletin”

So they’re gaining some positive PR. Doing good deeds instead of wrecking things. The Milarians certainly seem to love them for that, despite the fact their planet is almost certainly in either Galactic Council territory or very near it, which would usually suggest quite a different opinion.

Which is nice to see!

Then there’s this little matter here:

Soundwave here, to provide context and put it mildly, is very unhappy with the general approach the Space Knights have to Dire Wraiths. That being kill on sight.

He wants something done about it then and there, the only reason he holds off being because as there is a more immediate threat going on. Which is also strongly implied to be the reason OP is not wanting the matter pushed further too.

I would definitely like to see the Dire Wraiths, the in-verse termed “biological transformers” interact with these guys more.

We’ve seen it in passing. Along with hostile interactions, there’s been the more positive too: interspecies Crankcase/Cons4eva boyfriends and a handful of other friendly members popping up too.

But there’s the matter that Soundwave addressed above, as well as why it’s only a handful of friendly members seen.

The Wraiths have a strict hierarchy. From what I know of it, there’s sub-groups and all sorts but I’ll put it as simply as I can: Sorcerer -> Soldier. The powerful magic users and the brutes.

The soldiers are very much treated and viewed as disposables by the sorcerers, something directly stated in the Rom vs Transformers series. Their being the bosses is in fact enforced as a divine rite too, the soldiers referring to them as “Your Holiness”.

Those who do disagree with them and the way things are done cannot afford to stick around. Simple as. The Sorcerers have the ability to “break” people from within so that or being killed is likely what happens. Conformity is priority.

It's telling that all the nice ones are either hiding or in Cons4eva’s case, legitimately being in such despair about his differences he initially wants to hop dimensions.

Now, I do feel that transformers should have something to say about an enforced caste system.

So yes. With all this in mind, I would definitely think it fascinating to see these guys interact more!

Even Cons4eva and Crankcase touching upon these commonalities more would be great.

Side question too about these wraiths: We’ve seen at least one is capable of passing himself of as a cybertronian, even if his choice in which one to mimic resulted in that going poorly. The general rule is that most wraiths seem to be technophobes because of the Xetaxxis incident, but are there any others who are doing just that?

Just...hanging with some transformers. Pretending to totally be a transformer too.

So yes! Point of all of this long rambling thing is: there really is a lot of potential for interesting interspecies interaction.

Which is why I can honestly say is I’m a big fan of it when it does happen and would genuinely love to get to see more!

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June 11 Dancitron Movie Night - Star Trek: The Undiscovered Country

Soundwave is home from his vacation and movie nights are back on. Yay. On the other hand, he came home bound and determined to convince Prowl that their relationship should no longer be secret. (A rather open secret, considering that they’re always leaning against each other at movie nights and are legally registered as amicae, but still.) Prowl only very reluctantly agreed.

And spent the whole movie night tense and nervous that Soundwave going to exercise of that new freedom during the movie.

(He didn’t.)

Today ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave hasn't been home long at all - roughly four hours of catching up and being drowned in information and backlog and the occasional bit of affection by the deployers - but he's got something important to do before the movie starts. While setting up, he pings one mech, and one mech only.* VProwl *Prowl had been hoping he'd get a ping like this. Even though it had already been a couple of weeks, he was already feeling his absence. A little time with him before the movie would be nice. He pinged Soundwave back.* «Ready for me to come over now?» ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave had surprised himself with how much he'd missed Prowl as well, and how quickly. On the missing Monday, he'd had to keep reminding himself that he didn't have a night to host and wouldn't be seeing Prowl. It was... odd, dipping out of such a long-established meeting schedule like that. He didn't know how else to describe it.*

(txt): Affirmative. Much discussion required. Request: Relax. Personal stressfulness expectation: Low, lower moderate.

*Closer to higher moderate itself, he thought, but he didn't want to scare Prowl and it seemed to him that fibbing would hurt less than spooking him. Squeaked by the rule on that one.* VProwl *Well, as long as Prowl doesn't find out he lowballed the estimate.* «That's fine, I've got a matter to discuss with you as well. Also low-moderate stress. Not work related.» *Interpret as: not camera related.* «I'll be there in about a minute.»

*And in about a minute, he was, automatically looking toward their usual couch to see if Soundwave was waiting there.* ItsyBitsySpyers *The usual couch was - he'd meant for Prowl to be able to sit down - but Soundwave hadn't finished getting anything else done yet, too busy helping Ravage get the night's refreshments up.*

*He looked up, blipped, and placed a waving hand animation on his visor, all four limbs full of glasses and bowls.*

[[Greetings, Prowl.]] *If the affection lacing that thought isn't clear, the pair of similarly tagged pings should be.* VProwl Greetings. *pingpingping.* Do you need a fifth hand? *either way, he drifted closer to Soundwave; no point in sitting yet if Soundwave wasn't there.* How was your trip? Agonizingly long? ItsyBitsySpyers *He didn't bother disguising the pulse of brightness at the return pings. Ravage chuckled into a glass.*

[[No, thank you. You are a guest.]]

[[It was four days longer than he originally agreed.]] *Small huff. See. He knows how to take a vacation. Sort of.* [[And... interesting. He didn't stay on Pahvo.]]

*One of the feelers sets its burden down on the bar and moves for Prowl's hand. Can he have this while he works?*

[[Have you heard of Risa?]] VProwl I'd like to imagine I'm a helpful guest. *But if all Soundwave wanted an extra hand for was to hold, he could have it. Prowl took the feeler, running his thumb around the end.* No, I haven't. Was Pahvo—unavailable? ItsyBitsySpyers [[You are. He'd like your attention on other things for now.]]

*The tendrils curl around Prowl's fingers and Soundwave relaxes some more, plates loosening but not puffing out.*

[[It was available. He thought it wiser not to treat it as such.]]

[[Risa is a fascinating place. Many aliens. Comfortable atmospheres of all kinds. Much to do. A planet designed specifically for vacations. He did a great deal of thinking there.]]

*Soundwave's other feeler frees itself and rummages around in his subspace. It pulls out a small, black box filled with assorted tins, packets, injectors, and whatnot.*

[[Here. For you. He decided to bring one of the recreation options back with him.]] *Glance.* [[You might not recognize most of them. Don't worry. He included a slug with Ratchet's reports on each one of them.]] VProwl Oh? *But Soundwave moved on before Prowl could ask more about Pahvo. Maybe another time.* So, somewhat like Hedonia? You're—familiar with Hedonia, correct? *He'd been visiting the Lost Light about the time it left Hedonia, hadn't he?*

*Prowl took the box and set it in his lap so he could flip it open with one hand. He looked over the contents critically for a moment, and only recognized the design of one of the injectors—but it was enough to guess what the rest of the contents were. He cast a sideways glance and a tiny smirk at Soundwave.* None of this is illegal, right? ItsyBitsySpyers *He did it on purpose. He didn't want to spend the night arguing about why he should or shouldn't have stayed there. There was a bigger debate - possible argument - waiting in the wings.*

[[He didn't go to Hedonia, but he has heard about it. That is a reasonable comparison.]]

*There. He's done with the bar. Time to move couches and chairs. The feeler holding Prowl's hand will just reel out more so he can continue doing that.*

[[The sparkling pink one isn't. The others can't be. They aren't on your planet's books yet.]] *He knows which ones are. He checked after Prowl mentioned being into intoxication.* [[And this part of his Cybertron is under his control. He has no laws against any of them here. Just don't take the packet with the orange stripes into New Praxus.]] VProwl Good to know. And thank you. *he ran his thumb around Soundwave's feeler again, affectionately.* I'm sure I'll have fun with these. ItsyBitsySpyers *Huff.* [[He hopes you do. Save a few for when you're in his company. He admits to some curiosity about how you act on them.]]

*THUMP. There's the one the biggest mechs usually sit on.*

[[He thought about you other times as well. As a matter of fact, you were the cause of an-- interesting conversation, with another telepath.]] VProwl Taking them is no fun alone. And I DO need a spotter.

*An "interesting" conversation. Prowl glanced at Soundwave. That sounded worrisome. But no, Soundwave said lower-moderate stress. And he HAD brought a gift. (What if it wasn't a good gift? What if it was a soften-a-blow gift?)* ... Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave was absolutely NOT looking at Prowl just then. Even the feeler claws had curled in a little so the optics on them couldn't see.*

[[Yes. She was quite opinionated. And sensible, for an organic. It gave him some perspective he was missing.]] VProwl *Soundwave wasn't looking in his direction and was talking about having gained perspective. And had given Prowl a nice gift. Lower-moderate his aft.* ......... Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Mm.]]

*He's silent a long moment, and while words don't cross the gap, a loose sense of anxiety does. Whatever he's got to say now can't be easy.*

[[He'd like to - to renegotiate our personal relationship.]]

*The tendrils curl tight, maybe too tight. His plates follow, slowly pulling in and clamping together.*

[[He wishes to take it public.]] VProwl *Prowl tensed up more and more the longer he waited to hear what was on Soundwave's mind. So tense, in fact, that it took him several seconds to actually make sense of what Soundwave had said.*

*And then he gushed out a relieved sigh and slouched back in the seat.* Oh, thank goodness— Don't DO that to me.

*And then another few seconds to REALLY make sense of what Soundwave had said.* ... You /too/? *It wasn't a pleased "you too".* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave turned with a table in his arms and stared, confused.*

[[...Don't do what?]] *He shook his head and set the table down.* [[What do you mean,]] [][][]you /too/?[][][] VProwl Don't do— Don't act like— I thought it was going to be something bad. *He paused.* ... Worse. *Because he was not a fan of this development at all.*

*He looked down at his gift box, rubbing his thumb against one corner.* Okay. I'm— This is the matter I wanted to talk to /you/ about, by the way— I meant to bring it up a lot earlier, but things *interpret as: Unicron* got in the way— Tarantulas and I are, uh, of—officially dating now. So. I was going to tell you that, and also tell you that he—cajoled his way into getting me to risk—being public with /him./ So, if he gets to—to make that terrible decision, then—to be fair, I was going to offer you the same option.

*He glanced sideways at Soundwave, much more grimly than a moment ago.* I had hoped you'd think it was an awful idea. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave straightened up and kept staring. What did Prowl think he was going to--? Oh. Ohhhh. Hmm. Yes, he could see how someone outside his head would mistake that for-- yes.*

[[He apologizes. He had no intention of making you think it was - what you probably thought it was. These kinds of discussions are unfamiliar to him.]]

*Soundwave listens to Prowl talk with only a soft* [[Ah.]] *At the "officially dating now". Honestly? He'd thought they'd gotten to that point a long time ago. Good for Tarantulas and Prowl, then. ... But if the spider ever seriously hurts Prowl? What Soundwave would have done to him before won't compare to what he'll do now.*

[[Congratulations to you both. He hopes that development pleases you.]] *Because his apparently doesn't.*

[[It is not an awful idea. It--]]

*Give him a moment. He needs to collect his thoughts.* VProwl *Prowl sighed.* The /dating/ does. The /being public/ part— I—

It IS an awful idea. I'm still a public figure. A hellaciously unpopular public figure. More popular than I was a few months ago, but that's saying very little. There's still people—from BOTH sides—that hate me from the war; and the people that WERE on my side now no longer have that as a reason not to find a way to get back at me; and I'm about to make a whole bunch of new enemies, nearly all of whom are guarantee to already be criminals.

I—don't want to be public. I don't want everyone who wants to hurt me to know that the fastest way they can do it is by pointing a gun at a civilian with social anxiety and the single most easily-stigmatized alt-mode to ever be imagined. He—talked me into it—mainly by pointing out that the war IS over; and it is, things ARE less violent—for now—but, it's—I still don't like it. And I—As much as I don't like that I'm already giving people a target, I don't want to give them /two/ targets. Even if you're a much harder target, you're still a target—with seven smaller targets attached. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave patiently and politely listened to everything Prowl had to say, sitting himself down on the table when Prowl said "I--don't want to be public." It seemed the decision had already been made. And more fool him for thinking that it could have been different. That the organic actually knew anything and wasn't just filling his head and spark with fluff and vain hope.*

*He would respond with one argument, and one question, and if Prowl still stood by what he'd already said 100%, so be it. No further debating. Soundwave would just take it as a life lesson.*

[[He knows who you have been. He knows who you are, and who you mean to be. He knows the kinds of enemies you have and will continue to make. It occurred to him while he was on vacation that he has /already been/ quietly willing to help you fight them if asked - or if you didn't, but it became necessary for him to try. The only change going public brings is that /you/ and /they/ can now know what he already did.]] [[What concerns him is whether /you/ want /his/ enemies.There are mechs and organics on all sides who hate him as well - but they are not the worst. One of our species' /gods/ hates him, and--]] *His biolights turn a sickly pale with fear. He hasn't told anyone else this, but he can't ask this of Prowl and not tell him the truth. It is not fair to draw him in and not tell him what he's really facing. The sentence that follows is hushed and laced with bitterness and terror.* [[--And will see him as a high-priority enemy as long as he bears a piece of Primus within him.]]

[[Those seven smaller targets are /his/ duty to worry about. You do not carry them. He does. Their safety is his concern, and they are - are welcome to protect themselves and leave, if this terrifies them.]] *The tone remains a little bitter but takes a hard turn away from terror and toward sadness.* [[Some have been contemplating it for months, for other reasons.]]

[[He will always give them what they need. If that i isn't him, then... then it isn't him.]]

[[He has had fourteen days to think. He is tired of everything he cares about or wants being ruined. It drains him, Prowl. It wears on his spark.]] *Pause.* [["His" spark.]] *Another pause. He shakes his head.* [[Almost all of it has been razed, ruined, tampered, altered, blocked off, hidden, forced out of reach. His home, his frame, his mind, his spark, his planet, his leader, his future, those close to him - all of them previously taken from him or changed to someone else's liking.]]

[[He wants this for himself. If you wanted it, he would want it for you as well. If you truly do not, then he will not ask again. But this possibility belongs to us, and us alone. He will not accept anyone else's restriction on it.]]

[[The movie must start soon. You may take as much time as you need to answer him. He will wait.]] VProwl *Prowl listened silently, looking down at his gift box. When Soundwave said he bore a piece of Primus, his gaze flicked up for just a moment, curiously—he would have thought only that Soundwave meant that in the sense that EVERYONE had a piece of Primus in them, but the tone that Soundwave put on that declaration... Well. That wasn't the focus right now. Just highlight it for later.*

*In the end, though, there was very little thinking he had to do, wasn't there? He was only silent for a few seconds, before sighing.* If you've made up your mind, then—then, that's it. ItsyBitsySpyers [[/What's/ it?]]

*That's not a yes and it's not a no. Tell him which it is so he knows how to conduct himself tonight.* VProwl Then we're public. I... I still don't like it. I'm not /going/ to like it. But I'm not going to say no. I said yes to Tarantulas, I'm saying yes to you. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave vents a sigh.*

[[You didn't have to. He does not want this to become a matter of resentment and fear that drives you away from him.]] VProwl This message has been removed. VProwl I won't resent you for it. *He hopes. He'll make a damn good effort of it, anyway.* And—the fear won't be OF you. *He sighed.* I don't know, maybe—maybe knowing you're at my back will /discourage/ some of the lunatics from coming after us. *He doesn't really believe it. This is his Doesn't Really Believe It voice.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He hopes it does. He would prefer to save his fights for the beasts that roam the caverns below us, and for the Chaosbringer. But if it doesn't, it will be a pleasure to fight at your side.]] *Soundwave moves to the couch at last.* [[Come. He'll open the building.]] VProwl *He joins Soundwave on the couch and offers back the gift box.* Here, better stow this for now. Or else this'll be the night Wheeljack shows up and he'll sniff them out somehow. I'll pick them up at your apartment later? ItsyBitsySpyers [[If Wheeljack puts his olfactory sensors anywhere his subspace, he will lose them.]] *But he obliges and stuffs them in.* [[Good.]] ItsyBitsySpyers *...And now, since there's nobody to stop him doing so, he'll pull his mask up and tap at his mouth. Small kiss before everyone gets here and he has to put this back down?* VProwl *... Real quick kiss, before anyone else shows up.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He's just gonna smile into that a little bit for the split second it lasts. Maybe a little more after that. Don't mind him.*

[[...Thank you.]]

*Lean? Visor definitely going back down.* VProwl You're welcome. *lean.* I just hope we don't live to regret it. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He makes a policy of only regretting his bad decisions.]] *Pause.* [[And only some of those.]] Specs *it's been a while, but here comes a dragon! and... good lord. someone might need to help her load up all these goodies. how is she carrying all of them?* Smokescreen /He's coming in, and is happy to sit with roundprowl! He brought cake to share!/ Prowl *good thing she came in right after Smokescreen* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh. Oh, Primus. Hold on--]]

*Feelers everywhere trying to help the dragon. What's with all the - wait, and now there's cake?*

[[Er. Pardon him, but - what is with the large amount of fuel being brought in tonight...?]] *...Did one of the deployers watch them on the camera and squeal to the multiverse?* Smokescreen Sounds! Did I mention this magic that I think is here to stay? Specs *the dragon ducks her head shyly* I've missed the last few movie nights, and I feel terrible about it, so I brought food... Is this enough? I can bring more next week, too, if it isn't. Blaster -just going to trot in after the other Prowl- -stops and stares at the amount of food there- Holy... VProwl *mumble* It's all the snacks they couldn't bring last week. ItsyBitsySpyers [[You did not mention it.]] *He says in the way that means "please mention it," nodding his head at everyone in a hurry.*

[[Primus below, dragon. You'll feed the entirety of New Kaon by yourself.]] Prowl *Slides smoothly into her usual seat and pings other Prowl and Soundwave in greeting* Smokescreen Well- I've got the ability to make cake magically. Some Anon gave me the power! ItsyBitsySpyers ((FIVE MINUTES get everything you need cause we are SPEEDSTARTING this buster)) VProwl *OH RIGHT. THAT'S A. THAT'S A WHOLE NOTHER THING HE'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH AT SOME POINT, HUH. ... pings alternate back.* Smokescreen It's nice being full most of the time. Specs *if you come from a high-metabolic species and you know it, clap your paws- or don't, since the dragon's holding two platters* ...Maybe that's not a compliment, but I'm taking it as one. I enjoy cooking, and it's only polite to share. Not that I can eat energon anyways. Blaster ....where did it all come from? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Full of poor quality fuel.]] *He eyes the cake.* [[Are you certain it isn't poisoned. That is the exact stunt a greyface would pull.]]

*Soundwave's not complaining. He holds a ton of fuel in his thin frame and most of his deployers burn it quickly.*

[[It is one. It's also an expression of surprise.]] Smokescreen Considering I've been eating it so much? These cakes are only poisoned if I want 'em to be poison cakes! I can make them with- just about anything. I gotta wonder where the fuel's coming from, though. Specs *the dragon cheerfully shrugs her wings, adding another platter to the quickly-crowding buffet* When I'm not getting things from the multiverse, and dragons aren't getting lost in the area, I don't actually have that much to do. It's pretty quiet- which is why I took that job. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Ah. Before he forgets... he made certain to have Ravage inspect this documentary while he was gone. This is the murder mystery. Unfortunately, Spock will also be forced to nonconsensually mind meld with someone because of an emergency situation. He thought you would prefer to know ahead of time.]] [[Perhaps you should check with your local energon vendor. Just to be sure it isn't them.]] VProwl *every week. EVERY WEEK.* @S «... Just...... warn me.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He will make sure the two following this do not. At minimum. He is deeply apologetic about this.]] ((OKAY WARNINGS UHHH WHERE DID I PUT THEM i'm so disorganized today)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((WARNINGS: kirk and others being being blatantly racist/species-ist dicks; violence, blood, and death; nonconsensual mind invasion; exposed "genitals" lmfao you'll see when we get there; i'm not sure what to warn about re: the shapeshifter but there's a comment in there that edges on giving me the feeling i should squint at it)) VProwl @S «I appreciate it.» Blaster -just going to sit somewhere out of the way again- ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave gives Blaster a good eyeing to make sure he didn't bring that blasted briefcase.* Blaster -hell no, it's buried in his quarters- ItsyBitsySpyers ((Also, I'm sorry for the occasional stutter/bzzz in the audio tonight, this was the best rabbitcast quality I could get today) Specs *the dragon is going to find a couch back to sit on and loaf up. at least she returned for a star trek movie!* Smokescreen I'm pretty sure it's not them, though! I just hope it's coming from nowhere and that I'm not, like, robbing some other universe of energon. ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage is pretty sure nobody will need his help tonight with all that fuel everywhere, so he'll go loaf right next to the dragon. Open up a whole bakery.* Smokescreen ... Like- I've made a LOT of cake- I even learned how to make cakes based on bots! Specs ((I know I missed a star war due to IRL stuff, I assume there were two others I missed?)) Prowl You can't create something from nothing. Specs *Loaf solidarity! the best time of the week.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((last week there wasn't one cause i moved house, week before was three stooges/marx bros/abbott and costello)) Specs ((ah, nothing the dragon would regret missing, then.)) Smokescreen But- where's the cake coming from? It's magic cake- is there a way to find that out? ItsyBitsySpyers [[...That is one way to open a documentary.]] Windchill *He's here.* *With Worm.* Specs ((missed the last two monday announcements due to a Fresh Kitten! his name is lucky because he ran in front of our car and is a black cat. he finally is healthy enough for vaccines, so we're looking for fosters)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((oh my god the audio is off hold on)) Specs *the dragon beeps at Worm. hello worm!* Windchill (( Good luck with NEW BABY. )) Specs ((he's a very sweet, timid baby who keeps biting me on the ass)) Windchill (( Exactly as a baby should do. )) ItsyBitsySpyers ((FRESH KITTEN!!!)) VProwl ((it's hard to tell while everyone's wiggling but i think the audio is okay?)) Smokescreen wait its- oh Ohhh. Windchill *The worm beeps. She doesn't know where the original beep came from yet, but she knows there was a beep.* Smokescreen ... Praxus and Praxis both can't catch a break, huh? Specs ((if anyone's in the US and is looking for a Fresh Kitten, mom's insistent on not keeping him after he's spayed and vaccinated, and Lucky's fully litter trained and very sweet)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Apparently not.]] Blaster ....... Specs *the dragon beeps again- hello worm!* Blaster ((would but roomie would literally die with cat Windchill *Windchill snatches up some snacks while his spawn is too distracted to make a fuss about the selection—anything less than the ENTIRE selection—and finds a seat.* VProwl *... it's a bit difficult to focus on the film. he feels... somehow exposed.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods to Windchill and blips at the Worm. Greetings, youngling.* Smokescreen Oh! Prowl! How're you doing, by the way? /He's waving at round Prowl!/ Windchill *Blue spots the dragon this time and beeps, then swivels her fat head to beep at Soundwave too. Beeps all around!* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...They're out of their damned minds. The Kirk human?]] Prowl *sits up in interest at the film but cants her head in Smokescreen's direction* I've been working. VProwl ... Do they WANT the mission to fail? Prowl Apparently. Smokescreen Yeah- haha, I get that. I've been pretty busy too- is your work going okay? ... Is the name Nixon supposed to mean something ItsyBitsySpyers [[...He does not know any famous Vulcans named Nixon. If it is, he cannot tell you what.]] VProwl *oh!! belatedly: HUD stream ping for his alternate.* «Sorry.» Smokescreen I'd feel bad for any Vulcans with that name. Windchill *He's not going to say anything.* *Snorts.* Prowl *accepts gratefully* Blaster ...? VProwl *ignore the danger calculations in the top right corner. they're irrelevant to the movie. he keeps trying to close them out.* Prowl *it's really hard to ignore math tho...* Blaster -he totally didn't zone out there for a bit, nope- Windchill *Hopes they say 'aft thrusters' as many times as is humanly possible in this. Is prepared to be disappointed.* Prowl Smoothly. We've had no major crimes in the last several weeks. Smokescreen Ooh! Nice! It's gotta make it a little more relaxing, right? ItsyBitsySpyers *If the next words out of that Prowl's mouth are "likely because Soundwave has been on vacation" he will be very upset.* Windchill *Blue smells the treats in dad's hand and squeaks until he gives them to her. Hopefully, none of them will end up flying through space.* Prowl Not really. An enforcer's duties go far beyond arresting criminals. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave just shakes his head. This is going to go about as well as an Autobot-Decepticon peace talk, isn't it.* Smokescreen That's true- So you've been busy with pretty much everything else, right? Blaster -Don't remind him- Smokescreen I thought I'd catch a break after stuff, but I swear I've been busier than ever. Windchill *Points* Bone. ItsyBitsySpyers =Chekov smashes wine bottle for weapon. Two credits.= [[That is a large bone.]] Windchill *Blue turns to see what's being pointed at...but she doesn't care about movies.* It's kind of badass. ItsyBitsySpyers [[It does make a statement.]] Windchill Ah yes, water with blue food dye, what a treat. *Or maybe it's toilet cleaner.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Perks. He likes that euphemism.* Prowl ...he's right. Specs Did they bring a docent on-board? One of them has blue on their face. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is not.]] [[Blue on their face? Which one?]] Specs The one who said "vavoy." Windchill The eyeshadow? VProwl ... He could have phrased himself better. "Irrevocable civil rights." Problem solved. Specs Docents amongst my people wear blue dye to mark that they are docents, and on-duty with hatchlings. I don't think they would have brought hatchlings here, but... Prowl *assumes Kirk's comment was an insult of some kind, but didn't grasp the meaning* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That is a much better turn of phrase.]]

[[And he does not see any hatchlings with them. Perhaps it is a tattoo.]] Windchill Well....it didn't end in a gunfight. Specs No one died. That's a start. Prowl Which translation of Shakespeare's work do you prefer, Soundwave? Blaster .......that went about as well as it could have ItsyBitsySpyers [[The Romulan. Their version of the one about the stabbed senator is the thickest with political intrigue.]] *SITS UPRIGHT* Specs I was expecting that the diplomatic dinner would have ended in someone being eaten- OH. Windchill The bone rises. ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage laughs.* Blaster ............. Prowl I don't think I've read that version. Blaster That's....not good Smokescreen /He's snooping with interest!/ I haven't even heard all the different translations- have you watched any bootlegs of Shakespeare productions, Sounds? ItsyBitsySpyers *Assassinations. Oh, he IS interested in this.* Blaster ....... Windchill Hmm. Specs That explains why they sent the Kirk human. VProwl I think that it's now safe to say the meeting can't get worse. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Many. He should show one, some day.]]

[[Quick workers, these. He--]] *Soundwave stifles a huff at Prowl's comment. It makes a fan rattle twice.* Prowl I've read the original Klingon and a few plays translated into Trill. Someone was working on a translation into Cybertronian... They were killed before it could be completed. Smokescreen You should, Sounds! That'd be really fun. Ooh- ooh, what about watching musicals? Blaster Assassination and framing them for it ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is disappointed to see the leader perish. Unsurprised. But disappointed.]]

*A Council leader willing to talk. Of course he was silenced.* Windchill Well, there's blood goo on the assassin's boots I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Easily rinsed, he'd assume.]]

[[He has a musical planned for later in the year. At least one.]] [[No singing dogs. That he knows of.]] Smokescreen Wait, wait, really? Can you give me a hint? Please? VProwl Good. Windchill I sang at a dog once. VProwl ... But what do you mean, "that you know of"? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He hasn't seen it yet. Only heard of it.]] *To Smokescreen:* [[Political revolution.]] [[...Did the dog sing back?]] VProwl ... Does he actually know where his heart is? Blaster ..... Windchill No, he muted me. VProwl And/or heart equivalent? Blaster Oh that's bad ItsyBitsySpyers [[Likely not. An educated guess. A lucky one. Unlucky results.]] VProwl Very unlucky. Smokescreen .... Waiiiit waitwaitwait sounds where does it take place? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Earth.]] Prowl The Klingon hearts are in the chest cavity. Smokescreen ... Where on Earth? VProwl Okay, he was at least close. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He does not know. France, he thinks. Or a territory in that area.]] VProwl I've never been to France. ItsyBitsySpyers [[This]] [][][]pompous ass[][][] [[again. He is no doubt enjoying this, as he lost his legal argument last time.]] *Glance at Prowl.*

[[Never?]] Smokescreen Ooooh I know what musical you mean! VProwl Never. Blaster -Is this all going to be politics? If it is, he's taking a nap- VProwl I flew over French Guiana once. Smokescreen Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's no singing dogs in that one. ItsyBitsySpyers *Yes and no.*

*Tilts head.* [[He thought you were always a car.]] VProwl ... Inside a ship. Blaster -then he's taking a nap- Prowl I think Bevel has some musicals on her movie schedule, but I'm not able to go to those, so I don't know what exactly she's showing. Windchill The claw. ItsyBitsySpyers *He agrees with the idea of dying on one's feet, but there is no need to die until there are no other alternatives.*

[[If you know of it, Smokescreen, do not spoil it for him. He wishes to experience it himself.]] Specs *the claaaaaaaaw* ItsyBitsySpyers [][][]The claw chooses who will go and who will stay.[][][] Smokescreen I won't, Sounds. But I'm pretty sure there's no singing dogs, just so that's not a worry. ItsyBitsySpyers *Irritable red lines on his visor.*

[[Saving one does not mean the ability to save them all.]] Windchill Typical. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Damn.]] Specs How did they acquire that? VProwl They could have gotten a warrant for it. Windchill Or have inside help. Smokescreen That's an understatement VProwl Especially if his log was in Starfleet records. Blaster ((and thanks for having me buuuut I gotta go ItsyBitsySpyers ((awwwww... have a good night, thank you for coming while you could!)) Windchill (( Good night! )) VProwl That was an incredibly poor trial. Smokescreen //have a good night! Blaster ((just say Blaster left to go home because he got called home Prowl They wouldn't be admissible to this court if they were obtained illegally. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Most official trials he has seen in his lifetime are poor trials.]] VProwl The Klingons DO have laws against utilizing illegally-obtained evidence, then? Good. Prowl It's seen as dishonorable. VProwl It IS dishonorable. Prowl *nods in agreement* Windchill *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave shudders a little. This wretched, wretched, ice cube of a planet.* Windchill This is...very purple. VProwl ... The killers aren't /necessarily/ on the Enterprise. There's no reason they couldn't have already bridged—sorry, warped, whatever—back to their own ship, is there? Specs *the dragon perks up- it's dark, and purple, but the storms and the snow are much like her home* VProwl To be fair, even if they had, they still would have left trace evidence. But they themselves would be gone. Windchill That snow looks too dry to build snowmen with. But it's the right texture to roll in. Specs It is indeed. Smokescreen Man, that's just COLD of them Windchill *PAIN* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He does not see them leaving. If they leave, others will know who to look for at once. And it would be easier to prove that Kirk did not have contact with them.]] VProwl ... I'm pretty sure in most places, "you're not sentenced to death" means "you won't be sentenced to a place that takes pains to make it easier for you to die." Unless they've already left. They could have come on just long enough to change the logs and then left again. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Let us hope that is not so, or these two are in deep trouble.]] [[Still. He must start his investigation somewhere.]] VProwl Indeed. Better a ship than the entirety of space that a bird of prey could reach in the time since the assassination. Windchill *points* Fowl. ItsyBitsySpyers [[What's foul?]] ((damn it. hold on)) Windchill The dead birds. Fowl, poultry. VProwl ... She could have SAID that instead of destroying a perfectly good pot full of half-prepared food. Specs What a waste of food. Windchill But this way looks cooler. VProwl While pointing a gun at people. Windchill Like most things that look cool, it's inherently stupid. VProwl ... And then not immediately informing the rest of the crew that it's a false alarm. Windchill *Has more of a problem with wasting mashed potatoes than pointing a gun at people. Priorities.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oversight.]] *Tsk tsk.* Windchill Such optimism. VProwl ... Well at least he's not cold. ItsyBitsySpyers *NUDGE.* VProwl *nudge back.* Windchill .... *Were his balls in his knee?* *GODDAMMIT* Smokescreen ... Windchill *Makes gross cackling sounds.* VProwl ... Knees seem a particularly poor place to keep them; but then I'm sure he didn't choose to evolve that way. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave trembles. That's even true for Cybertronians where he's from.* ((god damn it rabbit can you NOT tonight)) Windchill *It might be a while before he recovers from that one.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i love her feather-hair)) Specs ((it looks soff)) Windchill Really, now? VProwl *mumbles* She looks ready to knee him in the groin. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh, for Primus' sake.]] [[Just offer him a money bribe.]] Prowl What was the point of that? ItsyBitsySpyers [[It's faster.]] Windchill Time to play CSI. Specs I wonder if humans are aware that /some/ species keep that turned off most of the time. Prowl Keep what turned off? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Keep what turned off?]] Windchill The lights? VProwl They SHOULD be aware. It happens on their own planet. Windchill Their libido? Specs Windchill's got it. VProwl They're well aware of the "mating seasons" of many species they share a planet with. Windchill PFFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ah. That.]] VProwl Dax? Windchill They're aware, they just don't care. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Strange. He thought Dax had never been on the Enterprise.]] VProwl *squints. .... squints.* ............... As in Docks? Prowl ...not a Trill. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Yes, as in--]] *Restrains an upcoming huff.* Specs *SNRK* VProwl ... Similar-sounding name, I suppose. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Someone did not check the identity of the crewman they intended to frame... sloppy.]] VProwl Very sloppy. Windchill *Whispers.* I'mma firin' my lazaaaaar. VProwl ... That means it's less likely that it was someone inside the Federation, and even less likely to be someone inside the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers *Well THAT was uncomfortable to watch for reasons he couldn't quite explain.* VProwl ... Founder? VProwl Or "changeling," whichever term we're going with. Smokescreen deceptiwoooooooorld ItsyBitsySpyers [[He doesn't think so. He hasn't seen them be orange goo.]] [[That is NOT a Decepticon world.]] Windchill It could be... Smokescreen It's all purple ItsyBitsySpyers *He wouldn't have allowed it. Ugh. Imagine having to visit it to collect reports.* VProwl Odo could shift from one form to another without becoming goo in between. Windchill I like how cold and miserable it looks. Specs Could've been a dragon world, if we had more than the one. Most of the cousins aren't too fond of snow, but my kind don't mind it. Smokescreen ... Decepticonly miserable? Windchill I don't know about that. Smokescreen Maybe this planet's just Megatron's cold, dead spark in some universe. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hm... perhaps, then. He can't be sure.]]

[[You are welcome to it, dragon. All of it.]] VProwl And he seemed to think that he was the only known shapeshifter. If the Klingons were off arresting members of another known shapeshifting species long before his time, wouldn't that information have come to Bajor? Unless that one was a single unique undocumented oddity. Prowl Or the information was hidden. ItsyBitsySpyers [[That depends on what the Cardassians let through, he'd think.]] [[Ah. Translation troubles.]] *He understands your pain, Uhura human.* VProwl ... Pfff. How out of date are their dictionaries. Windchill *Giggles.* Smokescreen Are paper dictionaries really still a thing in this universe? Specs *chuffs* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i'm sorry for having to do backsies, my rabbitcast keeps dropping and freezing)) Smokescreen Man, I can't even imagine using something like that Windchill I can. I imagine it's horrible. Smokescreen Well- yeah! Probably! I'm glad I'll never have to use one. VProwl Oh. Mythical. Maybe this is the only one the Federation has confirmably encountered. ItsyBitsySpyers *Points.* [[She was bleeding.]] Specs *the loaf is trying desperately not to laugh* ItsyBitsySpyers *Ravage is snorting to himself because who's going to tell him he can't.* *They fight like clawless younglings.* Windchill He's got his shackles still. Specs *well, they don't exactly have claws* Windchill *Blue eats her final treat.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's sure they have the tools to remove the shackles.]] VProwl Check for bloodstains. Prowl Ahh. Windchill Certainly, but it served a means of identification. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh - the fight, you mean. Indeed.]] VProwl You don't know that yet, Spock, it's a hypothesis based on incomplete evidence. Windchill Hell yeah. VProwl ... That's not the first rule of assassination. That's not ANY rule of assassination. Windchill It is if they're trying to assassinate you. ItsyBitsySpyers [[It is if you think they are stupid enough to talk.]] *N...ot that he would know.* VProwl You don't kill your assassins, they take training. A good assassin is hard to find. If you think they're stupid enough to talk, you don't hire that assassin. ItsyBitsySpyers *...Now, what is this.* *And he's sorry that smart assassins were in short supply in the early stages of th------* Prowl It was obtained illegally. *scowls* ItsyBitsySpyers *Ah. So this is it.*

@P: [[What he warned you of will come soon.]] VProwl You hire a smart assassin, who doesn't talk. And preferably one who has a wide enough variety of clients that the pool of suspects will remain broad even if the assassin is identified. @S «Tell me when it's over.» *he'll hang here until Spock makes a false move and then he's putting his avatar on autopilot.* Windchill A memory wipe? VProwl *autopilot time.* Smokescreen ... Specs ... ItsyBitsySpyers *Shakes his helm.* Smokescreen Is this just the kinda thing that has to happen a couple times in everyone's lives or something? Windchill Eh. Specs This does not happen with dragons, but we don't have telepathy. ItsyBitsySpyers *...Soundwave pings Prowl.* VProwl *he's back in his avatar.* Windchill *Is he the only one not bothered?* ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[The Admiral Cartwright, the Romulan Ambassador, and General Chang.]] VProwl *acknowledging ping.* VProwl Stop touching Spock's things. VProwl *mumbles* it is insulting. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Of course it is.]] Windchill *Only if you find humanity inferior and are unfamiliar enough with their idioms to not know what was actually meant, but he'll say nothing.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He does and is.* Windchill *Tragic.* A space battle would be cool about now. VProwl ... I mean, that's not a bad redefinition of progress, in general. He's using it for absolutely the wrong reasons. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He is fond of the sound of his own voice, isn't he.]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Scooting along his seat to near the edge.* Windchill He could come up with some original dialogue if he's going to keep this chatter up. VProwl *was leaning on that. sits up.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He adores you, Prowl, but he adores a good bit of tension, too.* [[Thank you, doctor.]] Windchill Eheheh. Specs That's one way to do it. Windchill *Points.* Dead. And...nobody notices? Smokescreen get down mr president VProwl *... trembles.* *all this chaos and then suddenly a klingon out of the window.* Windchill Time for a speech I guess. Prowl None of the lines he was quoting made any sense to the situations he was in. Specs This is why wings are better than no wings. VProwl Kirk, for goodness sake, don't wax poetic, explain to the confused people what the hell just happened in this room. Windchill Hey now, that's framist talk. Smokescreen Hey! Rude, Specs. ItsyBitsySpyers *Slumps back against the couch. Sometimes things like this make him miss the older, more exciting days.*

*Then he remembers what a mess they really were and is glad not to have to be part of it now. Probably. Starscream IS at the helm of two different cities.* Smokescreen Who needs wings when you have tires? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Their not making sense just proves he knew nothing.]] Windchill *Gives Smokescreen the Side Eye.* Specs *chuffs, then ducks her head apologetically* Sorry. I forgot about frame politics. Smokescreen ... /Looking back at Windchill. What? He likes having tires./ Windchill *It was a rude statement.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmph. All that, and that is the reward.]] Smokescreen let spock say fuck ItsyBitsySpyers *PUFFS* VProwl ... You can't just steal a-- *frustrated huff.* Windchill And not a single original thought was had. Specs *the dragon stretches* Goodnight, everyone. Thank you for having me! VProwl *... second star to the right of what* Smokescreen It was nice seeing you! ItsyBitsySpyers [[Goodnight, dragon.]] Windchill Byyyyye! *He waves.* *Blue stares.* Prowl *still annoyed about the Klingon quoting Shakespeare in the wrong context all over the place* Windchill I... Love these illegible squigglies. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave turns to Prowl.*

[[Do not worry. He is sure they will return it. Even the Federation's patience with him must run out eventually.]] VProwl I think it ran out about three documentaries ago. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Run out some more.]] ((mark time: public side ends at 11:30 since i miscounted by ten minutes)) Prowl *are the other Prowl's danger calculations still running?* VProwl It's just as well that his son died, because I think the Federation must be out of patience with the next five generations of Kirks. Windchill *That's cruel.* VProwl *yes, but more slowly and only a line at a time.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He wonders what punishments will be given the other schemers.]]

[[Hmph. They could at least reduce it to four generations. He did just save an entire peace conference.]] [[...Though Spock did most of the work.]] VProwl And celebrate by stealing their ship. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Four and a half.]] Prowl *she's going to examine them curiously since the HUD connection is still there then* VProwl Only half of his great-great-great grandchildren will be blacklisted. Windchill Why? ItsyBitsySpyers [[That seems reasonable. How long is that in human terms? Twenty years?]] Prowl ((I realize Prowl should have noticed yours left earlier since the HUD connection would have cut out briefly... or she'd have found herself staring at something wherever Prowl's actually at for a second VProwl What? A generation or half a lifespan? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Lifespan.]] VProwl ((i'll say he left his avatar broadcasting that signal, he just wasn't personally monitoring it)) ((he can put SO MANY things on autopilot.)) Prowl ((that works for me Smokescreen Hey, Sounds? Can I ask for your help with this thing later? I changed my mind and- OH a cup song? ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Unconventional instrument. Fascinating.]] Prowl ((all the multitasking makes sense, especially for a Prowl VProwl Humans can live up to about an Earth century. Windchill Mayonnaise is an unconventional instrument. Smokescreen ... Actually actually sounds can I give you a short video ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Still so short.]]

*Soundwave glances at Smokescreen.*

[[Reluctant yes.]] Smokescreen Perfect! Take a look, Sounds- you'll like it, I promise! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v62YjjV-Roo Less Common Instruments Less Common Instruments Piccolo Flute: Gareth Davies of the London Symphony Orchestra https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5w5TVK5B90 Bass Flute: Pasha Mansurov, a Professional Flutist ... ItsyBitsySpyers *...He wants to try that now. What the humans are doing.* VProwl *... why's it so shrill.* Windchill Wow that thing is almost as annoying to listen to as I am. Smokescreen phfphfppf- I want this thing ItsyBitsySpyers [[What is--]] VProwl *... holds back a laugh at the subcontrabass flute.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Shaking a little. That's like a minicon stood next to Ultra Magnus. From Prowl's world.* Windchill I have mixed feelings about this. Prowl Fascinating. VProwl *HFF.* Smokescreen I love seeing the way organics get their instruments working! It's different. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Alpha Trion's tangled beard.]] Smokescreen ... Pffpf= Windchill That thing is bigger than its human. VProwl *okay. anything with subcontrabass in the name is hilarious.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's practically playing a ship's foghorn.]] Smokescreen He is! It's amazing, right? Prowl *oh finally a tiny instrument that isn't shrill and horrible* Smokescreen Who even thinks "This instrument is good, but it needs to be so deep it rattles your spark" ItsyBitsySpyers [[People with creative interface tastes.]] Prowl *huffs* VProwl *NUDGE* Windchill And me. Smokescreen ... Sounds, I'm not sure I like what you're implying baby french horn ItsyBitsySpyers *Nudges back and trembles.* Smokescreen piccolos are basically baby instruments I think Windchill Oh no. ItsyBitsySpyers *SHAKES HARDER when that thing blats* Prowl *covers her mouth with one hand* ItsyBitsySpyers [[The tiny ones are precious.]] Windchill *Bluebottle has no eyebrow, but she's making a very concerned face what with all of this noise.* Smokescreen Aren't they? Can you imagine trying to hold one? VProwl @S «Are you implying that you want me to learn how to play the subcontrabass saxophone?» @S «Because I think it's /almost/ big enough to play.» Smokescreen BIG CARL Windchill Well then. ItsyBitsySpyers *Hunches over his own thighs at Big Carl* Prowl It had a name. Windchill What an experience. VProwl PFFFB--! *him too. his face is in his hands.* Smokescreen See, Sounds? I've got good taste! VProwl *give him a moment. big carl killed him.* *... looks back up. ooh.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Manages to get a glimpse of the screen and sits up again, still shaking. He adores this machine.* Prowl ...I can think of a few bots who would like an instrument like this. Smokescreen I would! Windchill What happens if this thing loses its marbles? VProwl *he's going to track all of those thank you very much.* Smokescreen Think there are any bots that can make stuff like this? Prowl Yes. Smokescreen ... You know anyone who might be up to do it? ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[If you wish to learn it, he will not stop you.]] *Ahem.*

[[He tried to think of a humorous reply to the marble comment. He could not.]] Windchill Whirl could probably build one. Prowl Bevel or Wheeljack. Smokescreen Whirl? That's that one pretty blue bot, right? Oh! Bevel? I might have to ask! Windchill Hey bub...Yes, but I saw him first. *He's kidding.* *Mostly.* Smokescreen Hey! I wasn't about to like, do anything with him. But that bot's pretty awesome. Windchill *Snorts.* Smokescreen ... And I sent you the vegetable orchestra already, right Sounds? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's seen that, yes.]] Smokescreen Good! Just had to be sure. Windchill Those hats are amazing. I'm not going to get over this anytime soon. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He assumes the sticks smell nice.]] Smokescreen ... The sticks? Wouldn't they smell like kinda weird, like a tree or something? Windchill Trees smell...okay. Better when they're on fire. Smokescreen Ehhh. Organic stuff has a funky smell to it sometimes, you know? Windchill But okay otherwise. ItsyBitsySpyers *....Wonders what Prowl's calculations look like on things like these. With so many moving objects in such unison.* *Moreso the other group, but this one too.* VProwl *oh, you know. a whole bunch of lines. a running tally of hits. calculations on the tension of the drumheads. that sort of thing.* *it's actually hard to see the drumsticks under the lines at this point.* Windchill *Stretches.* Okay, time to go. ItsyBitsySpyers *Also stretches. He'll have to close the building after this video.*

[[Goodnight, Windchill. Goodnight, Blue.]] [[Take fuel with you if you wish. We now have far too much.]] Windchill *He hoists his bug and cradles her like...a baby.* Smokescreen I'm gonna get some rest. Have a good night, Prowl, Sounds, Windy. Prowl *nods* Windchill Can't, feels weird. Thanks anyway. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Soundwave. And goodnight.]]

[[As you please. You're welcome.]] Windchill *He waves, Blue still has that concerned expression on her pudgy face.* *He has to walk fast to leave before he can process the grave insult that is 'Windy.'* *He's killed for less.* *But not tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((my internet would die on a favorite bit)) VProwl ((naturally)) Prowl *ends the HUD connection with a ping of gratitude* VProwl *acknowledgment ping.* VProwl *... should say something about her message from last time. but he can't tonight. his love life is already quite enough for him to handle tonight without adding complications.* ItsyBitsySpyers *And yet, Soundwave is looking at him, wondering if he will.* *Or has, since he's been gone for two weeks.* VProwl *nope. he's just going to sit here and be vaguely tense.* *but sort of the same vague tenseness he's had throughout the movie, so.* ItsyBitsySpyers *He'd thought it was tenseness from waiting for the warned-for scene. Now he's not sure WHAT it is. So he just leans in more than usual and has himself a comfortable vent.* Prowl *remains blissfully unaware of any complications in any direction happening right now and pushes herself up from her seat* Good night. Soundwave. Captain. VProwl *... tenses a little less vaguely. forces deliberate un-tensing.* Good night. ItsyBitsySpyers [[His job comes with a title as well, you know.]] *Amused head bob.* [[Goodnight.]] VProwl He's right. That's Captain and DJ. Prowl Ah, yes, of course. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Wh--]] Prowl *nods in Soundwave's general direction* DJ. *and on that note, she leaves* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave waits until she's gone to twist enough he can look at Prowl somewhat properly.*

[[If that sticks, you're taking the blame.]] *Humor tag.* VProwl I accept it. *... untenses slightly once they're alone.* ItsyBitsySpyers *..............Aaaaahhhhh. So that's what that was.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[They aren't telepaths, you know. Only he is.]] *Settles back up against Prowl, careful to pull the spines in so they don't poke.* [[Besides. He suspects most of them figured it out long ago. Except for Smokescreen. He's... Smokescreen.]] VProwl ... They don't have to be telepaths when you can, just... go and tell them whenever you want. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Is that why you were tense? Waiting for him to tell everyone?]] VProwl ... I wasn't expecting you to—/tell/ them, per se. Just. /Show/ them. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ah. He apologizes. He had thought you might want the night to process the idea before he did anything blatant.]] VProwl ... Wish you'd told me. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hm. An oversight on his part.]] *Considers this.* [[He will see to having you sit on his lap throughout all of next week's film, then.]] VProwl Oh. *that's the sound of his fuel tank plummeting.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Gently pats Prowl's knee.*

[[Ventilate. He is exaggerating.]] *Pause.* [[Unless you wish he wasn't.]] VProwl That is—definitely the opposite of what I wish. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...The exaggeration or the not exaggerating? He is confused.]] VProwl The opposite of wishing you weren't exaggerating. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He sees.]] VProwl I—do not want to do that thing. I'm turned around. Did I get that in order? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Then you do not have to do that thing.]] *He nods.* [[You are fine. Do not worry.]] VProwl Okay. All right. ItsyBitsySpyers *Offers his hand.* [[He takes it you do not want to be the one responsible for telling anyone. Perhaps ever.]] VProwl No! No, I do not. I've—I've never been public about a relationship in my /life./ Ever. Even before the war, you, you—you had to bury it under euphemisms, you—couldn't just say— No. I don't. ItsyBitsySpyers *Twist.* [[...Not in your /life/? "Had to" - is this the old rule he has heard about? No mates or friends allowed?]] VProwl ... Social rule, not law, but—yes. Taboo, really. Taboo with massive social and professional consequences. Yesterday VProwl But—no. Not in my life. Never. VProwl ... Are you implying you /have/? ItsyBitsySpyers *Mmm. He loves taboos. He loves to snap them in half and gobble down the pieces.*

*Soundwave looks at Prowl again and has himself a brief think.* [[Then that task is never to fall on your shoulders.]]

[[He has. Not often, and not during the war - he didn't see anyone during the war - but it was not forbidden. Unwise, once or twice, when he was more naive and less educated on how to protect himself. But multiple times.]] VProwl Hmhh. I'm surprised it wasn't the same on your Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers [[We were free to form the attachments we wanted... as long as they were within the proper limitations. Not much of a superior situation.]] VProwl Doing it within the "proper limitations" was the /only/ way it might ever be excused. And it was looser in some places than others. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Not where you were from, he suspects.]] VProwl No. Iacon was liberal enough you could discuss it with euphemisms, though. As long as you said "partners" and didn't specify what kind of partners. And were in the right castes and right business that you probably /were/ partners. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave lazily waves a hand and huffs.*

[[He's from a city of art, philosophy, and music. Those who wanted to preserve taboos on specific emotions were looking in the wrong place.]] [[Which is probably why it got censored so strongly by the Council. But that is for another night.]] VProwl Hm. Makes sense. ItsyBitsySpyers *He pats the couch.*

[[Staying? Or do you require time alone to think?]] VProwl *... points upstairs?* One last night of privacy? ItsyBitsySpyers [[As you wish.]] *Ping, ping. And up he'll get, so that up they can get, so that up Prowl can get. So to speak.* VProwl *He'll take your word for it.* *He stands and heads for the stairs.*

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