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Opposites Attract

Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?

Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.

Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.

As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.

"Hey D. You ok?"

Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.

"You know I've got your back. Right...?"

"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."

Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.

Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.

"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"

"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"

"C'mon D... don't be like that-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.

"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"

"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"

Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"

"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."

"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"

Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.

Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.

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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.

Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.

Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.

His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'

"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...

Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.

"Ow..."

A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.

"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."

Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"

A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.

Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.

Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.

"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.

"Thank you-"

"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."

What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'

You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"

"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"

Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.

His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"

"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."

The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."

"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"

"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"

"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"

A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."

"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.

Later That Evening

Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.

No sign of her yet...

Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.

Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-

"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."

Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."

"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"

"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"

Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.

He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.

Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.

"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!

"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."

The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.

"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."

D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."

After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.

Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.

Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-

"What's... that on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"

"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."

A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"

"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."

"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"

Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."

"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."

Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.

Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."

Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"

Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."

A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."

"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."

"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."

The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."

Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.

A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"

"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."

A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.

The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"

Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.

"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"

Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."

"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."

Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-

Crunch!

Snap!

D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.

"Wait! What are you doing?-"

Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.

"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"

Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.

"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.

The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.

I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...

H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?

But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.

"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"

"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."

D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.

"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"

Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"

His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."

"Sounds perfect."

D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."

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Things Real People Do in Dialogue (For Your Next Story)

Okay, let’s be real—dialogue can make or break a scene. You want your characters to sound natural, like actual humans talking, not robots reading a script. So, how do you write dialogue that feels real without it turning into a mess of awkward pauses and “ums”? Here’s a little cheat sheet of what real people actually do when they talk (and you can totally steal these for your next story):

1. People Interrupt Each Other All the Time In real conversations, nobody waits for the perfect moment to speak. We interrupt, cut each other off, and finish each other's sentences. Throw in some overlaps or interruptions in your dialogue to make it feel more dynamic and less like a rehearsed play.

2. They Don’t Always Say What They Mean Real people are masters of dodging. They’ll say one thing but mean something totally different (hello, passive-aggressive banter). Or they’ll just avoid the question entirely. Let your characters be vague, sarcastic, or just plain evasive sometimes—it makes their conversations feel more layered.

3. People Trail Off... We don’t always finish our sentences. Sometimes we just... stop talking because we assume the other person gets what we’re trying to say. Use that in your dialogue! Let a sentence trail off into nothing. It adds realism and shows the comfort (or awkwardness) between characters.

4. Repeating Words Is Normal In real life, people repeat words when they’re excited, nervous, or trying to make a point. It’s not a sign of bad writing—it’s how we talk. Let your characters get a little repetitive now and then. It adds a rhythm to their speech that feels more genuine.

5. Fillers Are Your Friends People say "um," "uh," "like," "you know," all the time. Not every character needs to sound polished or poetic. Sprinkle in some filler words where it makes sense, especially if the character is nervous or thinking on their feet.

6. Not Everyone Speaks in Complete Sentences Sometimes, people just throw out fragments instead of complete sentences, especially when emotions are high. Short, choppy dialogue can convey tension or excitement. Instead of saying “I really think we need to talk about this,” try ���We need to talk. Now.”

7. Body Language Is Part of the Conversation Real people don’t just communicate with words; they use facial expressions, gestures, and body language. When your characters are talking, think about what they’re doing—are they fidgeting? Smiling? Crossing their arms? Those little actions can add a lot of subtext to the dialogue without needing extra words.

8. Awkward Silences Are Golden People don’t talk non-stop. Sometimes, they stop mid-conversation to think, or because things just got weird. Don’t be afraid to add a beat of awkward silence, a long pause, or a meaningful look between characters. It can say more than words.

9. People Talk Over Themselves When They're Nervous When we’re anxious, we tend to talk too fast, go back to rephrase what we just said, or add unnecessary details. If your character’s nervous, let them ramble a bit or correct themselves. It’s a great way to show their internal state through dialogue.

10. Inside Jokes and Shared History Real people have history. Sometimes they reference something that happened off-page, or they share an inside joke only they get. This makes your dialogue feel lived-in and shows that your characters have a life beyond the scene. Throw in a callback to something earlier, or a joke only two characters understand.

11. No One Explains Everything People leave stuff out. We assume the person we’re talking to knows what we’re talking about, so we skip over background details. Instead of having your character explain everything for the reader’s benefit, let some things go unsaid. It’ll feel more natural—and trust your reader to keep up!

12. Characters Have Different Voices Real people don’t all talk the same way. Your characters shouldn’t either! Pay attention to their unique quirks—does one character use slang? Does another speak more formally? Maybe someone’s always cutting people off while another is super polite. Give them different voices and patterns of speech so their dialogue feels authentic to them.

13. People Change the Subject In real life, conversations don’t always stay on track. People get sidetracked, jump to random topics, or avoid certain subjects altogether. If your characters are uncomfortable or trying to dodge a question, let them awkwardly change the subject or ramble to fill the space.

14. Reactions Aren’t Always Immediate People don’t always respond right away. They pause, they think, they hesitate. Sometimes they don’t know what to say, and that delay can speak volumes. Give your characters a moment to process before they respond—it’ll make the conversation feel more natural.

Important note: Please don’t use all of these tips in one dialogue at once.

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I’m picturing Baby bee getting carried a lot throughout the whole adventure. Because of his peds being too big, each bot gets to carry the baby.

Everyone gets to carry baby bee! Except sentinel. *gun click* *points to his poster* *bang* he can rot for all I care.

I'll prob write that fic one day... Because It's so hecking funny- Yeah He gets carried around everywhere. The train scene? When they look at the mountain grow? My bb turns around makes it two steps and SLAM- Orion pics him up lol. Probably lets go of him when they're in the air and he still gets face down in the rocks-

And yeah We wouldn't want Sentinel to pick him up... ALSO I JUST HAD THE BEST FREAKING IDEA-

WHEN HE GETS HIS COG- HIS FEET ARE STILL TOO BIG BUT

BUT!!!

Wheelies

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Nyonyonyo so cuteee 🥹💐🎀

Walking cycles my beloved❤️

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I love angry shockwave:) and B-127 is sooooo cute.

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I smell something good here 🥧

Transformers requests??? Yes boyyyyyyyyyyy

Could I get a Transformers One triangle between D-16 and Orion with a cybertronian reader who’s been with them through it all 🙏🙏

They’re struggling to choose who to side with cause while violence isn’t always the answer…. Sentinel definitely deserves it, but also (post everything going down) their friends have completely changed and they’re almost unrecognisable.

If you wanna play on possessiveness for D-16 as well cause they’re the only bot who understands what he’s going through and sees his reasoning.

And protectiveness for Orion cause this is his lov- friend, and he can’t let them go down the path D is going down cause he’ll lose another person.

Ending up to you though, I’ve just been desperate for some love triangle mess between my boys 🙏🙏

Orion Pax X Gender Neutral! Reader X D-16

I can't believe this, you're actually my first request ever! I genuinely hope that I did a decent job at this fic.. I hope you like it, enjoy :D !!

“You can’t walk away and act like nothing happened, D, you could’ve gotten us hurt, you could’ve gotten them hurt badly.”  The dazzling lights of the lively city in the darkness of Cybertron reflected on the blue helm of the gentle bot as he spoke in a worried tone, visibly on edge from having to save his most precious companions from getting caught by the guards.

“Just when I thought I could rely on you, you just had to screw it up.” A dangerously low mumble escaped the dermas of the furious bot, fiery orange optics darkening as vivid images of his once adored idol annihilating Cybertron’s glorious Primes. “What do-“ “I wish you could see like me, like them, Orion, but no, you still don’t get it.”

I knew that this would happen, I could see it a klik away, it was indeed inevitable. It correlates to mixing two significantly incompatible substances and anticipating a low-risk outcome. I happened to be the third, more counterbalanced substance in this demonstration.

I cautiously approached the taller bot from behind, the moment my servo touched him, a quiet stillness settled between us, the usual hum of his systems slowing as if my presence alone could calm the storm inside him.. I could feel his stiffened frame relaxing under my digits and his ex-vents releasing a kept huff.

“Don’t be so hard on him, D. You know he cares more than you’ll ever admit... maybe even more than I should.”  I whispered, close enough that only D could hear me, my optics have found themselves on Orion, who seemed to be watching me. D’s optics softening to a certain degree yet displaying a puzzled look, like an internal conflict occurring between seeking vengeance and lowering his defensive walls to his friends, and yet, in that single, silent moment, it was clear that beneath the fury was something raw, something almost vulnerable, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his trust in me.

“This doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change our reality, everything I knew was a lie.”  Frustration boiling up once again at the core of his frame as he choked out the last part while balling his servos into a fist. “I should’ve known..”

I glanced back at Orion, his optics were looking at the distance, deep inside his thoughts. “Sentinel is indeed good at many things, deceiving Cybertron is certainly his leading trait” “If I could only get my fingers around his ventilation cables-“ Narrowed blue optics studying the facial plate of his furious friend as he spouts threats, guilt eating him up from letting his friend end up in this state.

“I’m sorry, D, but this is not a proper way to handle our situation.” Protesting firmly and holding his ground,Orion’s optics darted to the quiet bot before gazing back at D-16. “Can you blame him? Can you blame any of us for wanting to take matters into our own hands...? we can’t live like this for eternity, there are more of us than meets the eyes, right, Orion? You said that yourself.” Something glinted in D’s optics as he gawked at the third bot, a whirling sound leaving his vents, a tingling sensation enveloping his.. spark?

“We can seek justice, not destruction.” “I don’t want justice.” D gritted through his dentas.

“It’s a very violent path you’re choosing, my friend, and I cannot allow you to involve them in your reckless plans and risking their safety.” The air around them tightened, the silver bot’s flaming optics glaring right back at the calm, yet firm ones of Orion’s. “I would never let anything happen to them-“ he turned to me “-so long you stick to my side.” He stated quietly, seeming gentler when his attention was on me, and if I hadn’t been with him for so long, I wouldn’t have noticed that subtle pleading look on him, was he begging for me to stay? My spark pulsed irregularly under his gaze, and though I tried to stay calm, something in the way his optics darkened when he looked at me stirred feelings I hadn’t yet dared to name.

I felt a touch on my shoulder plate, it was firm, but there was a tenderness in the way his servo lingered, sending a warmth through my frame I hadn’t felt in cycles and turning me around. “This is bigger than any of us. I won’t force you to stay, but you must choose wisely.”  His unwavering, yet tender grip on me made me forget about my worries for a moment, looking deep into my eyes. “I promise to fix all of this.”  He comforted in a deep, rumbling voice.

“I know you will, Orion.” I gave him a fragile smile, placing my servo on top of his and giving a light squeeze. His unceasingly furrowed optical ridges' finally relaxed and softer by my touch.

“I can’t believe this, even you? You don’t get to do this to me!” A roaring voice came behind Orion, a wide-open hot optics staring right through me, “I trusted you! I trusted both of you!” He yells frantically while moving towards me and with each step his optics radiate an intense color.

“D.” A warning voice came from the figure in front of me, shielding me from the raging bot as he stomped towards us. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.” For a moment, I forgot about the two bots in front of me bickering and the tension rising severely, our memories together and the bond we shared had perhaps reached its peaking point.

I went around the protectiveness hold of Orion’s and stepped closer to the infuriated bot. “You’re right, D, but I also can’t watch you destroy yourself.”  The words hung in the air; D went silent momentarily while watching me with a puzzled look. “But Sentinel… he’s the one responsible for all of this. He deceived us all.” He said in confusion.

Orion, ever the calm figure, stepped forward. “And we will stop him. But not like this.” “Stopping him isn’t enough. I will kill him.” He growled; the tension reached its peak as D-16 stood daringly. “Then leave, for the sake of our memories that we’ve lived together.” Orion stated, but through the composure he carried, I could see sorrow in the electric blue optics of his. “I will never forget this.” D-16 hissed darkly before taking a good look at me until he turned to walk away, and for good.

“This is too much for me..” I murmured while absently looking at the ground. “It was prone to happen,” Orion was now facing me, his broader torso blocking the view of the retreating bot. Gentle blue servos, almost as big as my helm, cupping my face and rubbing it comfortably. “But it will be alright, because I’m going to be here for you through it all.”

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im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

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Bartendin’ Blues

Sypnosis || In which Mika finds Bunji after the events of G.O.R.E

WC || 868

Contents || bartender/drinksmith!Bunji, Mika is in her 30’s (relatively), pure fluff and sprinkles of angst, Bunji in his old man feelings, decent ending, somewhat rushed.

Note || I keep thinking about… what IF Bunji worked as a bartender? Would be so neat. Especially also along with the idea that Mika and Bunji could possibly actually have a positive interaction for ONCE. They very rarely interact in canon, but this little writing of mine is just an idea of that happening.

The sea of bastards was not something new to him. 

Chain of command my ass.

There sure was hell ain’t no kings, and there was no god cept’ man. He looked down at the bottom of the bottle long enough to understand something close or other, he killed his deposition, and now he’d naturally assume it was genetically defined within all men amongst the bottoms of the earth. However Bunji left that life behind a long time ago, but his reputation stained him, like a target upon his back. It was lucky in nature that he was left alone to his vices, vying for a more less dramatic life.

Right now, that was far down his list of worries however. 

Mind over matter he’d tell himself. 

Yet this ain’t one of his usual bastard patrons, this was a lady. Someone he seldom had the grievance of meeting once or twice, hell he remembers saving her too. 

“Anythin’ to your fancy little lady?” He spoke, casting her a knowing look as he walked over to her spot of location within the bar. The silver-headed woman tensed up, sensing she was a focus of attention within the bartender’s eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say, or what to do for that matter, getting here was the easy part — trying to strike up a conversation with the man that saved her from that exploding airship on top of the building so many years ago wasn’t.

Red flickered upon in the vision of the two, a quiet reminder that he was under the control of a greedy asshole who was trying to ensure the spread of SEED. The very subject of the matter that coursed through the veins of the young lady. 

The very bullet that he shot her with. 

She held her nimble and fragile hands together, fiddling with her fingers in order to stead her ever-growing anxiety. The wolfish man stood there with a patience he never could’ve had when he was younger, awaiting her words. Finally, she had spoken, so tenderly, “Just something regular, nothing too strong. I am sure you have better knowledge on drinks then I do Mr. Kugashira.” As if it were, it felt like yesterday he remembered crossing paths with her for the very first time. When she was twelve years old, a target was on her back for merely being the daughter of Big Daddy, a well-respected man who maintained the age-old Millenion and left it with a great legacy. Only back then, Bra- Beyond The Grave had risen to ensure every single last one of the members of Millenion would be sent to their own graves. 

His calloused hands moved upon instinct, without hesitation to gather up the ingredients upon hearing her request. Bunji wanted to speak, but his vocal cords were more or less worse for wear, yet he made the effort to do so anyway. “Mika,” He began, his chest rumbling in a low chuckle, “Ain’t that your name?” His voice was gravelly, yet so warm. It reminded Mika of a fondness a father would have for his children, but she shook off the memory and nodded with a quiet hum. 

Bunji set down the mixer, bringing up his hand to adjust the collar right atop his tie. “Well I suppose I can’t just assume yer’ only here to reminisce aren’t you?” Quiet laughter shook his shoulders, trembling may they be. He resumed his ministrations, not caring if Mika had answered him or not. 

It was then he had set her drink down in front of her crossed arms, had she mustered the courage to respond, “SEED has resurfaced, and we need more hands. It’s becoming difficult to obtain.” 

“So you want me to join your little resistance group?” He shot back, toying with bar tools that he had in hand. Mika went quiet, and that confirmed everything he had suspected. Bunji’s shoulders faltered, in a way displaying his exhaustion, but he could never truly feel anything of the sort. A deadman has no need for pain or the physical toll a nasty situation would take on a person. “Your father would be pretty impressed y’know.”

Mika’s eyes shot up, wide with surprise at the sincerity in the former hitman’s words. He was glad he constantly wore his sunglasses, his eyes would be telling a completely different story to the young lady. 

A sigh escaped her lips, her head somewhat hanging low, the eventful memories all coming back of her mother telling Mika all about Big Daddy. How powerful and what a proud man he was, “Pretty sure he wouldn’t be proud of me at all.” 

Bunji cracked his neck, leaning forward and crossing his arms as he got a closer look at Mika, “Now why in the hell would’ja say that?” He raised his eyebrow, truly showing his confusion. Bunji had meant it when he said her father would be proud of her, but why would she downplay her own efforts in life? Especially if she was working so hard to prevent the disaster of SEED from destroying the lives of civilians and people alike. 

In his book, that would be nothing short of someone who truly was human.

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Reblog = Adopted him

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MY LOVEEEEEE

Idea idea idea because honestly this is like my fav scenario for scourge currently??

Basically the Reader is Sonic's friend, we know Scourge got something against and prob everyone and everything associated with said Blue blur if I remember correctly, but imagine the reader and Scourge in a predicament and they have to work together at least until they get out of said predicament, prob a lot of backhanded comments or something but like after this, Scourge grew to be interested in the Reader, it's like enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers idk I just love him and want to share this 🥹

Murphy’s Law — Scourge The Hedgehog

Note || your so rightttt, I love this idea. So now if I may add onto it extensively with a couple of my own.👁️👁️

WC || 610

This was not how he wanted his day to go, this was worser than worse. 

It was horrible.

“COME ON YOU IDIOT!” You shouted, running ahead as you held onto his wrist tightly. As if you were afraid of what would happen if you ever let go of him. “WE’RE GONNA DIE THANKS TO YOU.” Scourge was still rather confused how he ended up in this predicament with you out of every other person conceivable in the universe. 

Finally he found his voice as he shouted back, re-adjusting himself as he kept up and stayed alongside you. “YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THAT?” 

A giant dragon was chasing the two of you throughout a cave system, it was supposedly very angry about what the two of you had done. You’d say that it was Scourge who pushed it over the edge for the dragon, who in turn was now very, very angry. Now you two were running for your lives. 

Soon enough Scourge ended up overtaking you in speed, now you were the one left behind him. You were near and damn near close to panicking, you certainly didn’t want to die, and especially not Scourge's back being the last thing you see. You pant hard, trying your best to force your leg muscles to trudge on forward and away from the maw of the dragon. Your hand reaches out for Scourge unconsciously, eyes closing to loss of consciousness. 

You couldn’t run as fast as you could prior to the first few minutes of this chase, you couldn’t keep up with Scourge anymore. 

“Hey! Look over ther-'' Scourge looked back to check on you, eyes filled with a hint of concern. He realized you had passed out, for a moment he had considered leaving you behind, but he couldn’t do that to you. He growled at himself, diving back to grab you and immediately held you close as he ran away from the dragon, incidentally narrowly avoiding death all at once.

Scourge let out a sigh, then continued forward with you in his arms. You certainly were gonna give him an earful later should you wake up anytime soon. That was fine by him, he really didn’t want to associate himself with you anyway.

That would’ve meant association with the stupid blue hedgehog himself.

His legs continue pushing himself forward, keeping you in mind as he continues to run. The light signaling the exit ahead, he zooms straight for it and hopes for the absolute best. Suddenly he can feel himself falling.

“HOLY–”

Scourge grimaces as he braces himself for impact, keeping himself on the bottom as a cushion so he’d rather absorb the impact.  

He felt like he almost passed out, with a groan he uprighted himself and held you close, checking for any substantial injuries on your being. Scourge frowns almost, figuring out what he should do. He realizes that Sonic and your friends will be retrieving you soon, so he puts the item right near you. 

The exit out of the cave suddenly explodes, he scoffs as he remarks with a grin, “Ka-freakin boom baby.” Scourge begins to walk away, only stopping when he hears a noise escape you. His eyes directed right toward you, his ears pin back and now he was feeling helpless. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t take you with him. That would get your Sonic and the rest of your friends on his ass.

You shiver in your unconscious state, deciding he shouldn’t just leave you like that – he lends his jacket, laying it over you and covering you in order to allow you some warmth.

“Sweet dreams, I guess.”

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WHY DIDN'T I SAW RHIS EARLIER AHHHHH

Something schmoll, to get used to his character :>

Any beautiful thing in the world he could take or have, yet it all landed on you. He thought his feelings were superficial, at first only finding you a benefactor to his plans.

You simply just had all the right ways whenever you talked to him, it came to Scourge naturally.

Was he… growing soft?

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Let's tell them our answer clearly like last time <3

NO

SMALL UPDATE KOSA 3/13/24:

According to the senate schedule, there are no meetings regarding KOSA at this time, and there will not be until after March 21st.

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KOSA update:

For anyone who hasn't seen (me included lol), the verge has put out an article about KOSA and how its not as clear if congress will pass it now as multiple other bills are competing against it and legislators are struggling to decide which to back.

https://www.theverge.com/2024/2/29/24086559/kids-online-safety-act-schatz-tech-groups

One of the proposed bills is this one

In short, instead of making a bunch of tech bros surrogate parents on the internet, instead it would invest a ton of money into actually going after and investigating actual child predators, modernize the cyber tipline, and do research on prevention/ detection programs, among a few other things.

So please, if you're American, you still have time to call up your reps and tell them you're against Kosa, which is good, but giving them suggestions like this bill is better

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Kosa is a horrible bill and needs to be stopped. Please sign petitions. It could clear senate. It’s got enough support to. Contact your senators. Also, your representatives. It doesn’t have much support there and it’s important that it never does.

This link provides scripts for democratic reps and republican reps. It also provides a representative finder. it gives many options of who to call, but you only need to call your district’s US representative, as far as I know.

Also if you don’t know about this bill here’s a link to an eff article talking about the harm it could do, better than I can.

The change dot org one only needs 5,000 more signatures (at least, the last time I checked.) I’m not sure when the deadline/expiration date is exactly or if it already passed by but it couldn’t hurt to try.

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KOSA…

Do they realise that this bill will be taking children’s rights away?

Do they realise that children hate this?

Do they realise that so many people are against this?

Do they think about what other countries may think of this, because it also affects them?

Do they realise that children may be wanting to k!ll themselves, but their internet friends are the ones who stop them from doing it?

Do they realise that if this bill passes, it’ll ruin the adults?

Do they realise that this is a pure invasion of privacy?

Call your senators and representatives.

As a non US citizen, my view on the situation ‘doesn’t matter’.

Please, stop the KOSA bill, and get #KOSA trending

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REMEMBER KOSA STILL A DANGER TO US ALL

WE HAVE TILL THE 13TH TO BURN THIS BILL OUT

DO IT

MAKE IT BURN AGAIN

IT HAPPEN ONCE IN CAN HAPPEN AGAIN

STOP KOSA BILL!!!!

Maki this tag trend!!! >>>> #stop kosa