#whirls writing

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

*slams this fic down on the table*

Come get your Gay Pirate Fanfic here!  Get your Gay Pirate Fanfic while it’s piping hot!

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Chasing Down the Kraken

Stede knows his crew isn’t exactly the best at piracy.  The Gentleman Pirate doesn’t exactly hold a record of being a superb captain, either.  He won’t lie to himself.  It is best to be direct and honest with this sort of critical feedback, after all.  Regardless, his plan, when he left home, happily satisfied his death had been faked, and, this time, he’d left Mary and the children truly content and provided for, hadn’t been to reclaim a solo captaincy over the Revenge.

In hindsight, a voice inside his head chides him, he should have known it wouldn’t be easy.  His family taught him the valuable lesson that, simply because one is gone, it doesn’t necessarily dictate the things they left would remain stagnant in their absence.  Isn’t this what he wanted? another, slightly more sinister, adds in.  Stede had been holding the great, the legendary Blackbeard back.  He’d softened him.  What was the point of leaving him if not to give him the chance to reclaim what he’d been?

There is a Feeling in Stede’s gut when he rows out to sea in his dinghy and finds, not the Revenge waiting for him near its last known location, but most of his crew stranded and left to die on the tiniest of islands.  He doesn’t address the Feeling.  The issue of getting everyone into his dinghy without it tipping over is far more important.  Though, even after Stede proclaims Oluwande First Mate of the Dinghy, the arguing and pushing settle down, and they are able to figure out a reasonable enough rotation for who will row, he still doesn’t address it.

The thing, Stede tells himself, about the Feeling, is that it would be a Distraction from the vitally important task he and his crew have in front of them, tracking down the greatest pirate of all time.  Something that’s going to require quite a bit of effort, and, most importantly, getting a ship of their own.  No matter how noble the little dinghy of theirs is, it is very much, at the end of the day, extremely cramped.

The acquisition of a vessel without an aristocrat’s funds is, in Stede’s opinion, significantly harder than it should be.  A nice, clean sales transaction is completely impossible.  Given both his desertion from the British Navy’s retraining and his status as a dead man, Stede is in no position to neatly, lawfully take control of a ship.  The option of stealing one, as pirates such as themselves ought to do, arises and is accepted as their next course of action, but that endeavor quickly descends into a philosophical debate on depriving working folk of their means of employ.  Yes, as pirates, they steal everything they have, but shouldn’t they steal from those who deserve it, not those who are struggling?

It takes a while, and Stede certainly doesn’t have time to think about the Feeling for that duration considering the intensity of its debates, but they eventually settle on recreating scams like the one Oluwande and Frenchie ran against the French aristocrats to gain enough money to make a discreet purchase.

Their new ship isn’t much, but it floats, the hull is patched enough that they won’t have to worry about leaks if they kept a close eye on things, and it’s big enough that everyone gets a bit of space, even if that still means they all sleep on the deck and no one gets a private room or proper bed (Stede very much misses having A Proper Bed).

The Feeling comes back to settle heavily in Stede’s gut when their attention turns to hunting down the Revenge.  The stories of the exploits Blackbeard has been getting up to since their separation are drunkly told in nearly every bar they pass through.  Stede dismisses the Feeling again.  Figuring out where Blackbeard and his crew currently operate hasn’t been difficult, simply a matter of cross-referencing details from the drunken stories with maps of nearby locations.  Focusing on the man himself when it is the getting close that is the hard part doesn’t seem a good use of prioritizing.  What is the point of thinking about Blackbeard when they can never seem to get near enough to the Revenge to push a confrontation?

It’s just easier, more important, to put his attention on planning the Fuckery that will draw the Revenge to them instead.  If the only ships the Revenge will interact with are the merchant ships they raid, Stede reasons, their own ship will just have to become one.

Stede blocks the Feeling yet again the first time they are raided.  His eagerness, his excitement, is far too strong for the Feeling to keep its grasp for long.  Of course, when the wrong pirate crew board his vessel and his grin drops off his face, that all changes.

Fighting the other pirates off, in the end, is good experience for his crew, Stede determines, once again pointedly not thinking about the Feeling.  Even if they aren’t who they want, it boosts everyone’s moral to actually end an engagement having the upper hand.  That, and the other pirate captain’s finery is much nicer than the outfit Stede himself had cobbled together.  He wears it better than the grumpy man too.

It takes a few more times of fighting off would-be raiders, and Stede falling into a sort of nice, comfortable rhythm with it, for them to finally draw Blackbeard’s attention.

His heart doesn’t skip a beat when the ship on the horizon, drawing ever closer to them, is identified as the Revenge.  It doesn’t.

Their Fuckery, a well-practiced theatrical show by this point, goes off smoothly.  They lure Blackbeard and his crew onto their ship.  They pick them off to incapacite (absolutely no one will be killed, Stede had ordered, not even Izzy) one by one, until it’s only Blackbeard that remains.

Despite knowing this moment had to come eventually, Stede finds himself loath to step forward and reveal himself.  With no more distractions, he can’t stop the Feeling from taking control of his thoughts.  The question it brings repeating in his head over and over again.

What if Ed is gone for good?  What if Ed is gone and I’m the one who sent him away?

After the longest minutes of his life, Stede steps forward and reveals himself to Blackbeard, sword lowered.  He doesn’t have it in him to fight if the other man chooses battle.  He will accept the fate Blackbeard chooses for him, whatever it may be.  He always knew this moment wouldn’t be on his terms, and he’d never wavered in his conviction that it shouldn’t be.

Blackbeard looks at Stede, takes him in, and, for a heartbeat, Stede is sure that the Ed he knew was gone, vanished completely into the persona of the legendary, ruthless pirate.  Then, in Blackbeard’s eyes, he sees a flicker of him.

There is a vast chasm between them and the bridge crossing it lay ruined by his own hand, but Stede considers himself a patient man, one capable of learning how to build.  That is, if the man who stands by the bridge’s other, impossible for him to reach, end, is just as willing.

It isn’t readily apparent at first, as Blackbeard doesn’t give Stede an answer in that long moment, but, as he doesn’t leave either, he is indeed willing to do the work too, Stede finds.

#our flag means death #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #whirls writing #first entry into a new ship and fandom lets go!

[neo-my-geo]

A Study in Spy

#been focusing a lot on writing and not drawing this last little while so I thought I'd give him a whirl #neo's funny art tag #tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 fanart #artists on tumblr #if you noticed the edit to fix the glove... no you didn't

[gailynovelry]

#dark fantasy #queer fantasy #political fantasy #queer books #writeblr #indie publishing #if you want to support a weird little lesbian and a sweet potato of an orange tabby #give it a whirl! #i have done everything for this project myself #writing and editing and book covers and book design and also this advert; it's a lot of work but really fun #so uh take this as your cue to have fun and go whole-hog on whatever silly project you personally want to make #i didn't need to query to get this done

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy being Swerve's older sibling on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, hint of romance, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

After being on the Lost Light for a couple of days Buddy was still figuring out their place on the ship. Thanks to Swerve and his friends they were slowly finding their place amongst the crowd.

But Buddy hates leaving Swerve alone for too long. After spending so long in stasis and listening to his messages, Buddy figured it was a good idea to be always close by Swerve.

Swerve didn’t mind it one bit.

One was never too far from the other.

But some of their friends started to get irked by this, mainly being Whirl.

Swerve standing in front of Buddy talking their audial off as they stand stoically listening to everything he has to say.

“Look at them.”--Whirl

“Umm… why?”--Tailgate

“Look at them! If something happens to the other, ones gonna go berserker!”--Whirl

“You do have a point there.”--Skids

“But that’s not a bad thing, right?”--Tailgate

“My sweet Tailgate, you have to expect the unexpected at all times.”--Whirl

“Oh! I get it its like that one time Cyclonus wanted to—”--Tailgate

“That’s not a conversation for the table.”--Cyclonus

“Then its settled then Buddy needs some space from Swerve.”--Whirl

“This isn’t going to end well…”--Cyclonus

So, with a little help from Skids, Chromedome and Rewind, they managed to get Swerve busy giving Buddy enough time to drag Buddy off. It worked for a bit until Buddy insisted on checking on Swerve and began walking the other way.

“C’mon Buddy lets go for another round in the range!”--Whirl

“I’m sorry Whirl I’ve gotta go.”--Buddy

“Buddy don’t make me do this.”--Whirl

“Do what? Whirl what are you talking about?”--Buddy

“You’ll see…”--Buddy

Whirl had been expecting this.

It was time to deploy Plan R.

Plan Rodimus.

As Buddy was walking back to the bar, Rodimus walked up to Buddy. His job was just to distract Buddy and make sure they didn’t reach the bar until Whirl said so. Rodimus was a bit hesitant about this plan but decided that this was way better to do this than Magnus’s reports.

“Hey Buddy!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus? Is there something you need?”--Buddy

“Yes! I need a sparring partner.”--Rodimus

“A sparring partner? I would assume Drift—”Buddy

“He’s busy with Ratchet. Anyways I want to spar you.”--Rodimus

“Spar me?”--Buddy

“Yeah! Unless all that training in the Elite Guard was a hoax—”--Rodimus

“You’re on Captain.”--Buddy

Meanwhile Swerve was beginning to get anxious as it was getting late, and Buddy wasn’t around. As much as Skids, Chromdome, and Rewind tried humoring with stories and hearing his rants, it was clear that Swerve’s anxiety was starting to get the best of him.

“Hey, Whirl your going to have to get Buddy over here soon.”--Chromedome

“Why?”--Whirl

“Swerve’s looks like he is going to have a glitch if Buddy doesn’t get here soon.”--Chromedome

Whirl commed in Rodimus.

He didn’t answer.

He tried again.

No answer.

At this point Whirl guessed that Rodimus was probably dead after Buddy’s sparring session.

Something Whirl had jokingly suggested to him to ask Buddy to do. He didn’t expect him to do it.

As Whirl walked towards the door, he saw Cyclonus and Tailgate watching from the doorway. Curious he also took a peek inside.

Turns out Rodimus was still alive.

But the positions they were in…

Rodimus was flat on his back looking up at Buddy who was in a straddling position with a winning smile.

Rodimus looked at Buddy as if his optics had just seen the Matrix coming towards him.

“Looks like I win again Captain.”--Buddy

“I guess you did, huh?”--Rodimus

“What?”--Buddy

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were holding back.”--Rodimus

“Yeah, if I didn’t, you’d be a smear of red paint under me.”--Buddy

“Oh really?”--Rodimus

“Absoluetly Captain. That’s just a fact.”--Buddy

“How about next round I flame up? You think you’d handle the heat?”--Rodimus

“Such little faith you have in me Captain. You’d think after I beat you all those times you’d get some idea that I can definitely handle you.”--Buddy

“Its one Buddy… as soon as you get off me… you’re kind of crushing my spoiler…”--Rodimus

“Oh! Sorry!”--Buddy

Buddy helping Rodimus up.

“Best out of 60?”--Buddy

“You think you can keep up?”--Rodimus

“Just watch me!”--Buddy

“Cyclonus…I think we came at a wrong time…”--Tailgate

“…Let’s leave them…”—Cyclonus

Whirl, Cyclonus, Tailgate walking away from the sparring room.

“Why were you guys even here, anyways?”--Whirl

“We heard a lot of slamming, and it sounded like someone was dying. Turns out it was Rodimus just getting beaten up by Buddy, during their ‘practice session’.”--Tailgate

Whirl has gained a new ship and there was nothing stopping him from making this thing work. A little bit of integration and some closets and the two will be together in no time!

Now the minor problem was telling Swerve without him glitching out…

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #bot buddy #mtmte rodimus #mtmte swerve #mtmte whirl #The polls writings are officially done!

[wifetomegatron]

If you're taking requests, can I make one for Whirl with a human fem SO who's just as insane and violence happy as he is? Bonus if you include the reactions of the LL crew to this.

"Oh fuck, now there are two of them!"

my love is a sharp, wild thing. (whirl / fem!so). slightly suggestive. mentions of fighting & violence because it's whirl lol

" Impressive moves, sweetspark."

The second the landing pad latched itself back onto the ship, Whirl was already out to greet you. Yellow optic, wide with something playful," Care to show some to me tonight?" 

You placed your hand across your mouth, feigning shyness as your lover picked you up in his claws to nuzzle your forehead, " Oh, stop it you."

Somewhere in the crowd of weary, injured mechs, someone muttered in disgust about how you were still covered in energon, drenched head to toe in Decepticon remains. But of course, they wouldn't understand. They wouldn't — couldn't possibly understand the beauty, the seduction, of having you wild and dirty and battered. Yet triumph and seething with rage. He was already trying to kiss your lips. Trying to chase the bright, red cut you sported from a nasty brawl with the enemy. It was quite the sight to see from the cameras, you fiercely cutting through the spark chambers of mechs thirty times your size.

He would've been down there with you if Rodimus hadn't purposefully tricked him out of it — it doesn't matter now, he thought, he got the footage seared into the back of his processor, and you're back in his embrace. Skin still prickling with adrenaline from the fight. 

" I mean it, squishy. From the bottom of my spark !" " Don't tempt me into carving it out to see for myself, you flirt." Someone in the back of the room groaned. Maybe it was Rewind. Then it must have been Chromedome too. "You sure do know how to sweep a Decepticon off his feet."

Smiling at his wicked sense of humor, you gestured to your weapon with a wink, " What can I say? I know how to bring a guy down to his knees. It always works when you remove their legs."

The two of you shared a laugh, exiting the room to leave a trail of curious and confused optics in your wake. From his peripheral, Whirl could see Megatron pinch the bridge of his nose ( and that made his spark swell with pride.) Ratchet already exhaling through his intake as Swerve yells out dramatically — " Great! There are two of them now. That means another person I have to ban from the bar when it's happy hour."

And when he's done helping you scrub the dried liquid off your body, touches turning desperate, rough — but when is anything ever gentle between the two of you? It was always a push, a pull, a shove: a kiss felt like a punch, and love burned like a wound.

Not everyone will understand, Whirl thought. He knows they call him crazy. Calls this crazy.

But he lets you flip him on his back: your legs straddled across his waist while his talons dig against the flesh of your hips. Your teeth sank against his neck cables, his grip bruising your skin purple. Fighting was always the closest thing Whirl understood to affection.

Not everyone will understand. So it's a good fragging thing he never cared about anyone else. And that he was never sane to begin with. 

#thanks for requesting anon #hope you like it ! #lol always love to write about whirl #even if i'm afraid of making him out of character #whirl #whirl / you #whirl x reader #idw #mtmte #transformers #requests #anon #one shot #imagine #tf

[moodymisty]

Getting back in touch with my roots

#I dunno I just think it would be cute if whirl's antennae could go wiggle wiggle #mtmte #transformers #drift #whirl #doodily woobilys #not writing

[callsign-relic]

Hi!! I love your works and this is my first time requesting anything so (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

I want to know if you can make a fluff/comfort story of MTMTE Whirl x (gn)reader with him in his holoform?(He's very pretty-) Maybe the reader has a bad day, he doesn't know how to his s/o but wants them to feel better?

If it's too difficult or you don't write for Whirl, it's okay!! I understand he can be tough to write!

Ahh I’m so glad you enjoy my works!!! I’m happy to be your first request! Hopefully this encourages you to make some more requests to any other amazing tf reader insert writers out there :D or if you want to send another request to me, you’re more than free to ;) HAHA

And this is a great concept, I’d love to do this for you! Holoforms isn’t something you see requested right out the gate very often, so I’d be happy to try and write this :D

I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

You were sat upon the desk in your and Whirl’s shared habsuite, hugging your knees and doing your absolute best to look anywhere that wasn’t directly into the blue mech’s singular yellow optic. He had craned his neck down near the table to try and level himself with you, yet you were shuffling your body in such a way that made it difficult for the mech to see your face.

“Aw, hey, c’mon!” He urges you, reaching one of his massive claws over to you and gently nudging your side. “You’ve been acting like this all day. I like messing with people when they’re not in the mood, but this is starting to get a little concerning.”

You throw him a sideways glare, and Whirl pulls back at that. He tilts his helm to the side, “Hey, what’s that look for?”

You scoff under your breath, pulling yourself out of your little ball to sit cross legged and glower at him. “Listen, Whirl, can you just back off for once?” Your snippy tone comes off much more aggressively than you had intended, and your eyes are quick to widen when you realize that— but the damage has been done. The glowing light of Whirl’s optic goes half lidded, and he throws a dark look back at you, too.

“Fine,” he huffs, raising himself from your level and taking a few heavy steps backwards. “I don’t care. I can just— come back later, or something.” The mech turns to leave, the door to the habsuite sliding open as always as he approached it—

“Wait!”

You scramble to your feet, nearly falling over the edge of the desk as you reach back out towards him. Whirl stops in his tracks, but he does not turn to face you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Whirl, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.” Your outstretched hand falls, and any adrenaline you had previously felt completes its course through your system. You slowly drop to your knees, sitting on your calves, and you fold your hands over the bends of your knees. As you cast your gaze down, you can hear the door to the habsuite slowly slide shut, and you can feel the vibrations faintly run through you from the table as Whirl’s footsteps land to the floor. Approaching you, though slowly.

“I’ve just… had a lot on my mind,” you admit, the fabric of your pants scrunching beneath your grip as you nervously flexed your hands. “I guess you can say I’ve been a little homesick. That’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed my time here, I love being with you guys, but…”

Finally you look upwards, and you have to crane your neck higher than before as Whirl was staring directly down at you. Helm tilted just a little, yet his demeanor otherwise entirely unreadable as he studied you under the golden light of his optic.

Your shoulders sag as you offer a defeated little laugh. “Sounds weird to say it out loud but, uh, I miss being able to properly hug someone. Or just interact with anyone close to my size in general, really.”

And for a while, Whirl doesn’t respond, only further tilting his helm as he seems to process what you just told him. You’re tempted to just look down and to the side again and try to come up with a quick lighthearted thing to say, but the sound of the mech before you moving again captures your attention. He takes a couple steps back to one of the side walls, leaning up against it and— powering down??

You lean forward— what was he doing? The yellow light of his optic dims to a near imperceptible brightness, and you can swear you hear his inner engines go from their typical roar to a low purr. But before you could even open your mouth to call out to him, a light manifests itself in the corner of your eye. You whip around to look at it, and you suddenly land on your back as you pull yourself away from the humanoid being that was currently materializing itself in wireframe before you.

Fractals of color and detail appear in random splotches on the humanoid form, all spreading and coming together until eventually, a full figure stands before you.

It was… a human girl.

A little on the shorter side with her blue hair tied into twin pigtails on either sides of her head, the eyepatched girl looked at you questioning eyebrows before looking down to examine her gloved hands with a sideways pout. “What? What’s wrong with it this time? Ugh, don’t tell me I got the scaling wrong…”

Yet the voice that emerged from the girl wasn’t just any voice. It was Whirl’s.

Slowly, you raise yourself up from the floor, approaching the Whirl-like girl with cautiously raised hands. “What…? Whirl? Is that you?”

The girl turns her attention away from herself and back up to you, a grin forming on her lips. “Yeah, duh! Whaddya’ think?” She— or, he, you correct yourself— spreads an arm out wide as he places another on his hip, showing off this new form of his with pride.

“It’s… incredible,” you gasp, your disbelieving awe quickly transforming into starry-eyed wonder as a smile spread itself across your face, too. “How did you—? What is—?”

“‘s my holomatter avatar,” Whirl explains nonchalantly, tugging down the ends of his stylish denim overalls. “Holoform for short. It’s a quick fix for when we stop by any mech-unfriendly planets. Heh, there was this one time where we were using these around organics and—“

The disguised mech’s words are quickly cut off by a feeling enveloping his whole body. He shifts his gaze to look, and he sees you, suddenly with your arms wrapped around his slightly shorter form. You stay there for a long time, hugging him wordlessly.

Then, after a moment, Whirl slowly wraps his own arms around your back too.

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #more than meets the eye #MTMTE #MTMTE x reader #lost light x reader #Transformers whirl #whirl transformers #whirl x reader #lost light

[domaindiver]

While scrolling through tumblr a while back, I came across this beautiful poem from headspace-hotel's blog created using snippets of Wikipedia articles. I was pretty inspired and decided to take a crack at it. I'd already been trying to make a little poem for Hermie (because I'm a nerd and I love him), but I figured this might be a fun way to go about it!

So! In honor of Hermie Unworthy's death, magical build-a-bear replacement, and the entirety of season 2 coming to a close today, I collaged together "The Ship of Theseus", an attempt at poeticizing his "rebirth" in a way that hopefully makes sense. (Including a shit ton of stupid little references, because I looove references)

If you've made it this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed. And to my fellow Hermieheads: WAHOOO!!!! IT'S OVERRRR IT'S ENDING NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS THE CANON IS OVER!!! THEY ARE FREEEEEE!!! HAPPY SEASON TWO ENDING DAY!!!!!

#hermie unworthy #hermie the unworthy #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies s2 #herman unworthy #wikipedia poetry #wikipedia poem #dndads spoilers #writing #artwork #art #dndads #dndads s2 #oughhh i spent such a long ass time trying to decide on a background for this shit..... i am free!!! this is out there!!! #also fun fact the background is inspired by an old drawing i made of hermie as a “full goof” #which to me was a whirling cloud of green and blue smoke

[cloudraker]

MTMTE Roddi or Whirl with a love-hate relationship with a human liaison y/n who prides herself on being super polite, lady-like and as professional as possible. But! When they think no one's watching they curse like a sailor.

I want you to know I sat and thought about this request for sooo long I think it's amazing thank you anon <33

MTMTE Rodimus and Whirl with a Ladylike Liaison

Under the cut :)

Whirl

Honestly thinks you're a stick in the mud, a second Magnus sent to ruin all things fun

He's going to spend a truly brow raising amount of time trying to provoke you, only to be met with professional indifference every time

It's truly infuriating, but he's made it his personal mission to get you to crack in some way and he's nothing if not determined (to be a pain in the ass)

It's when he hears something drop and shatter that he goes to investigate, hoping to find somebody to make fun of, only to find you standing above (what he thinks) is a broken glass and a bright liquid seeping into the floor

What surprises him the most is that your attitude has changed completely, curses he's never even heard of spilling from your mouth with practised ease

His entire worldview is changed, endless opportunity stretched before him at the sheer novel of words he's just learned. You've created a monster

It's only now that you notice him come in, and it's impossible to miss the glee radiating from his single eye

"Holy shit." "Whirl-"

Now that he knows you do have the capacity to swear, it's his new goal to make you do it in public. Others are rather confused at the new attitude Whirl has taken towards you, but simply write it off as Whirl being himself

Rodimus

Also thinks you're a stick in the mud, a second Magnus sent to ruin all things fun

As captain of the ship, he spends quite a bit of time with you during your shifts, and has decided that you're a very stuck up, no fun sort of person and isn't surprised in the slightest when you and Magnus hit it off

He was honestly rather excited about having a human on the ship at first, but quickly lost interest after realizing you wouldn't entertain his antics

It's when the two of you are on a late shift on the bridge when Rodimus gets a call from a bot you don't recognize, but from the way Rodimus stiffens it's clear he does

The entire call is basically Rodimus getting chewed out for something he may or may not have done and he may or may not deserve the chewing out, but the bot on the call was honestly just a dick about it

Once the call ends, Rodimus slumps into his chair and it's clear he's thrown off from what just happened

"Who the fuck was that?" "Wh- huh?" "Like, seriously. What a prick!"

He's truly amazed you know how to swear, a dumbfound look on his face slowly being replaced by a smirk and a huff as he chimes in with his own grievances

A bit miffed when you return to your upstanding citizen shtick the next day. Nobody believes him when he tells his tale of the night before

#transformers #mtmte #maccadam #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #transformers mtmte #rodimus #mtmte rodimus #whirl #mtmte whirl #anon i'm so sorry if this is lackluster i am very tired at the time of writing this

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

slides into your AO3 email notifications with a chapter update

We’re finally back in Atlas, y’all

#dead souls living #whirls writing

[mermaidmoose]

Inspired by @montyuh & @callsign-relic first contact AU oneshots - here’s the first fanfic I’ve written in literal years so uh, it’s a bit rough.

Soaring through the depths of space, far beyond the reach of man traveled a ginormous starship- the Lost Light. Measuring 15 miles long and 10 miles wide it was certainly spacious enough to comfortably accommodate a large crew … and one tiny new resident.

Back on Earth, you had signed up to be part of an expedition to an inhabitable planet far from home. In exchange for food, shelter, and the adventure of a lifetime you eagerly packed your bags and said your goodbyes to loved ones. The trip was supposed to take a few years total give or take. Nothing too strenuous.

To quote Murphy’s Law: “What can go wrong will go wrong”. The company responsible for creating the expedition’s starship had cut corners- lots of them. When the starship jumped into warp drive it shook so violently that your whole body was rattled and smashed into the ceiling of your capsule bed. You were lucky to get away with only severe bruising and a bloody tongue. Exiting the jump left the ship stranded, drifting aimlessly as everyone scrambled in the dark to collect themselves. With several of your more experienced crew-mates dead or injured, you and the few survivors chose to route the ship’s remaining power to fuel the escape pods to try to navigate back to Earth.

After a week of travel (according to your pod’s calendar) you were carefully navigating through an asteroid field when a large shadow fell over you. While you are grateful the giant-ass starship that appeared out of nowhere hadn’t obliterated you and your escape pod, you weren’t expecting to be kidnapped either. By giant alien robots no less! With a language barrier! And no sense of personal space or boundaries! Shit! You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the situation.

Well, you had tried quietly crying about it while wandering down one of the vast halls of the Lost Light, until a blue mechanical horror emerged from an adjacent hallway. To you, Whirl looked like something that had stepped out of a horror movie, with his gangly inhuman build, long neck, and large yellow optic that felt like it drilled right through you.

Whirl barely gives the fleshy creature a cursory glance, noting that it had stopped moving and making those weird noises. He hardly knew what all the fuss was about over such a small, fragile, stinky creature. One misstep and he’d be cleaning gunk out of his foot for several cycles. As he looked away and began ruminating on who he could heckle at Swerve’s a sound made his antennae twitch. It was the pitter-patter of tiny feet running away from him at a frantic yet pathetically slow speed.

Ok, so maybe he could gain some entertainment out of the thing at least. “Hey? Where you goin?” He drawls as he slowly follows after you. It was almost comical how slow he had to walk to not catch up right away. Did you really think those tiny legs could outrun him? “If you don’t pick up the pace I’ll pinch ya!” He leans forward and clacks his pincers menacingly at the empty air behind you.

You were scared shitless. Once Whirl started plodding after you, you contemplated if this was the end. Murdered or eaten by a metal alien monster and all because you wanted to explore beyond earth. ‘I wish I could go back in time and throttle myself’ you seethe as another pinch draws closer. ‘I wish I had never left home. I wish-‘ pre-death regret-thinking is cut to a halt by the appearance of a gap in the wall paneling. In an instant, all thoughts disappear as your body bursts forward with a surge of adrenaline. With a quickness neither of you were expecting, you squeeze yourself into the gap.

You heave a sigh of relief at your successful escape. Your victory is short lived however when Whirl’s optic comes into view and blasts you with what feels like the light of several hundred light bulbs. “Ow! Bastard!” you snarl. Without even thinking you blindly lash out and slap the offending optic. Whirl jerks back in slight surprise, not expecting to feel … whatever that was. Was that an attempt to fight back? Damn, this thing was pathetic. “Oh? Think you’re a tough guy? You’ll need to hit harder than that!” He jams one of his pincers into the gap above your head, trying to wiggle the wall panel open.

As Whirl is focused on the wall panel, you desperately squint around, looking for some means of escape. Thankfully, his loosening of the panel opened another gap on the opposite end. You make a break for it and rush out of the gap, not daring to look back. As you feel a rush of wind and the thrumming of danger (or is that the vibrations of something running?) a shout breaks through the chaos.

“Whirl! What do you think you’re doing!?” Before you can even register what’s happening a smaller, orange mech runs up and scoops you into his hands, holding you in a protective grasp. Though muffled you can still hear what you’re pretty sure is angry robot speak.

Rung rolls his optics at Whirl’s theatrics and sighs. “We’ll discuss this further at your next session. And don’t think this will go unreported- Ah, poor thing, you’re shaking” his attention is drawn back to you. The mech softly coos, gently running a finger along your back in soothing strokes. Truthfully at this point you’re shaking from a mix of adrenaline and relief, not fear. But you lean into Rung’s finger and note how much gentler he is compared to the other bots you’ve met so far. Orange eyebrows bot is now #1 in your book … whatever that means (god your brain is fried. you want a damn nap).

“Are you trying to kill the poor thing? Organics are much more fragile than us Whirl, even enough stress can kill them. Such as being chased by a giant mech! And don’t think I didn’t see you try to grab them!” Rung hardly raises his voice at others, but if Whirl is going to be a threat to the organic, he needs to intervene now.

“Tch! Relax eyebrows, we were just playing around. Y’know, bonding and all that slag. That’s what the captain said we were supposed to do right? Well,” He clicks his pincers. “This is how I bond. Bet we’re already besties! See?” Whirl stretches his neck out to get a closer look at you, but all you do is cower further into the orange mech.

Whirl lets out a dramatic gasp and places one servo over where his spark would be. “Did you see that doc? Rejected! Betrayed! I’m never gonna emotionally recover from this!”

“…It wasn’t that bad” the blue mech grumbles, somewhat affronted by Rung’s scolding and the weird itching at the back of his processor. “Whatever, I’ve got better things to do than hang with you two losers. Like getting drunk!” With that, the blue mech takes off with a cackle, leaving you and Rung in the dust to process everything.

‘I need to find my escape-pod as soon as possible, or else I’m gonna die here’ you morosely conclude.

#transformers #mtmte #mtmte whirl #mtmte rung #first contact au #I am so rusty at writing and it shows #the ghost of 12 year old me possessed current me and wrote this #maccadam

[siyratiin]

always insane about whirl. think about him a lot. thinkin about him daily even. god. oh my god. him his character everything oh my god. I'm literally so. AAAAA. god. FUCK. I get so sad every time I think about what he's been through AND THE WAY HE IS WRITTEN OH MY GOD IM CHEWING AT THE WALLS

#this post would be so much better articulated if i could put my feeling into beautifullu crafted words #but alas i am stuck with only AAAA and UUAAAAGGHHH with an occasional FUCK #its almodt 1am at the time of writing this but i cant stop thinking about him #and everything he's been through and how he copes and how his character arc is one of the best ones ive ever seen and #OUUAAAAGAHHHH #CLAWING CHEWING AT THE WALLS SCREAMING CRYING #whirl #whirl transformers #mtmte whirl #idw whirl #rex rambles #maccadam #maccadams

[windshieldtiddies]

Fanart of Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong by the inimitable @quetzalpapalotl! 💕

#tf #maccadam #optimus prime #whirl #valveplug #fic #worm art #this fic is seared into my brain #its so sad but so inevitable #i LOOOOOVE the way you write their interactions #im a big fan of your work! :D #whirlop

[lets-try-some-writing]

Ah yes, SIS smokescreen and Whirl joining up to form the "rebellion". Their motto is "the monsters can't touch you, if your scarier than them!"

Meanwhile SIS kaon is desperately trying to put a leash on an angel, while Tarn is suppressing the urge to rip his head off so they can move on already.

Absolutely XD I love this and its going to get yoinked for SIS thank you.

#lets try some writing mumbles #silence is salvation au #transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #smokescreen #whirl #transformers djd

[boombox-propaganda]

thinking abt LL#24 again. specifically, ultra magnus and whirl.

thinking abt how of all the people who could have been paired up with ultra magnus to defend him, it was whirl. it could have been megatron. it could have been one of the scavengers who got split up trying to protect other crewmembers. it could have been chromedome and rewind.

but it wasn’t. it was whirl. chaotic, unpredictable whirl. whirl who started the war by beating up megatron, who has been arrested countless times by magnus and others, whose immediately previous conversation with magnus on mederi included no small amount of wariness on magnus’s end. that was the mech who was sent to guard magnus, who magnus allowed himself to be sent with.

and then magnus got hit with that rocket launcher. he was knocked out of his armour and rendered unconscious. he was the one who was supposed to open the matrix, because he was ‘decent’ and ‘one of the best’. but he couldn’t - he was unconscious. there wasn’t a backup plan.

it was whirl who opened the matrix. with his legs half blown off, with death on the doorstep and no chance of failure, it was whirl who crawled over to the matrix and made it open. whirl who spent the vast majority of the series embracing self-destruction, whirl who was alone and pushed people away, whirl who claimed his anger was an insulator and that he was broken beyond repair. it was whirl who opened it.

did they ever talk about that? did whirl let the rest of the crew believe it was magnus who opened it? did magnus let that lie persist? did he ever talk to whirl about it at all, the same way he once talked to cyclonus after he risked his life to save tailgate’s spark from cybercrosis, apologising or welcoming him aboard at the end of it all? did anyone else ever realise that whirl, for all the chaos that he had brought and continued to bring, was part of the reason their world remained intact, not because of his guns and defense of ultra magnus but because despite what he and everyone else believed, he was good enough in the end?

i think about it a lot.

#idw #whirl #ultra magnus #idw whirl #idw ultra magnus #lost light #lost light spoiler #boombox noises intensify #i may write a fic abt this bc. goddamn i have feelings #anyway i really love whirl