#Bratwave

[kalindywilliams]

Hearts and Rockets

Party band photos shot on film

[eat-my-cake-records]

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[silenceofthewave]

[its visor was firmly planted on the floor, and yet it still nodded. It simply raised up an arm, searching for Starscream's servo.]

do you not want snuggles 🥺😔💔

*distant sobbing*

Soundwave: Wants Snuggles Right Now! >:(

[voidwingsprime]

"So... it's Void, right?"

Starscream eyes the message. "Ze isn't home. Who is this?"

Meanwhile in another dimension, Void is hugging a squirming Bratwave. While Skywarp does the weird cooing.

[silent-stalker]

2x [Tarot] (kinda wanna see all 3 options ajdhs)

// hmmmmm only doing one for Soundwave, and then on to Whirl and his tarot reading!

Pulled for Soundwave:

The World - (lesson learned, end of a journey, completion)

When the war started, it was the end of a lot of things. Most of Cybertron is dead or dying, anyone not involved in the war has fled and gone into hiding on colonies or deep space ships, and the war is in full, violent swing.

But to Soundwave it was just the end of a horrible, miserable nightmare. The war started, and he lost his family, yes, but it also marked the end of his days as a slave to a cruel mech, and began his days as a free mech able to make his own choices and go wherever he wanted. To others, it was the end of a life. To Soundwave, it was the beginning of one, the beginning of the chapter of his life where he had to go on without Drag or Static, mechs that had raised him and been right next to him for such a long time.

That ending meant something more to him.

👀👀 Whirl's turn!!

Pulled two from the Major Arcana for Whirl's headcanons!

The Hanged Man - (a turning point, acceptance of a situation, sacrifice)

I feel like Whirl...well, I'm sure you've written about this already, but I feel like he never really gave himself time to grieve about what was done to him. He never had the time to sit down with his thoughts and emotions about who he used to be and what he used to do, and he never sorted through it all. He never ACCETED it, in a way, and instead has ignored it all while trying to pretend that maybe it never happened?

That his pain, his anger, his sorrow, is nothing but temporary and if he ignores it enough that it'll go away. And I think right now, he's at a turning point and if he doesn't get help sorting himself out, that he won't survive this one and he's gonna do something dumb and reckless and put himself into senseless danger.

Judgement - (karma, acceptance, responsibility)

This one is a bit harder to put into words, BUT, I get the feeling that Whirl does so much to intentionally get into trouble. Like he thinks that maybe if he can act out enough people would dislike/hate him and when he gets punished for doing something (like starting fights) that he can then justify the way he pushes everyone away? Like he does all this so he can justify being alone, that its karma for how he is? And then when someone does push through all that and he's not alone anymore, he tries to take responsibility for them.

I saw that with Bratwave the most, I think. Whirl was being reckless around/with him, only for him to STILL trust Whirl and to be vulnerable and open with him, and Whirl immediately accepted him, immediately opened himself to him and took him in. Taking responsibilty.

So Whirl is very much self destructive, but he doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger and do something when faced with something/someone that needs that sort of snap decision?

Under the cut is Whirl's tarot reading, done as if by a weird multidemensional stranger in the bar... :3

They shuffle the cards, eyeing the mech sitting in front of them. "Ye won't take this to spark," they sigh, spreading the cards out with the shiny black surface face up, revealing nothing. "But perhaps you'll take my advice anyway. It's three shanix for a reading."

"The Gravestone," They drone, laying out six cards in the vague shape of a tombstone, "Will show me what sort of issue you have, and perhaps give you a way out of it. Or maybe not. It's all up to you."

"Your first card - ah, the four of swords. You avoid resting, don't you? You don't spend enough time letting yourself recover and heal from your injuries, you bury it all and keep going. You're tired and burnt out. This card tells me you need to take a time out, get out of the spotlight and remember how to breathe without bleeding on everyone else."

"Your second card...the knight of hazards. Are you materialist? Perhaps not, you're not the type - but perhaps you are focusing on something that isn't as important or as big as you may think it is. An ego, or an image, perhaps. I could see that for you. This card tells me you need to take a second look on what you deem important, and what you can throw away or do without. Perhaps things have changed for you."

"Your third card - the two of cups. You've recently settled on issue with a loved one, hm? Became friends or closer to someone you thought previously weren't worth your time, or perhaps you've rekindled an old friendship that died out due to differences that were once important?"

"Your fourth card is the ten of swords. You've reached disaster, in your life. Something you once held dear that is no longer. It causes you strife, you stress over this and it causes you pain. You might feel pressed, or off kilter about it, or perhaps it makes you feel betrayed and disappointed. Perhaps it's time to take another look at your interests and hobbies, and take the time to discard old wounds?"

"The fifth card is the ten of hazards. You have family again, loved ones that uplift you and take care of you. But you have spats, here and there, fights that aren't really fights. Microaggressions that might not even be there, and you have fear, however unfounded, that perhaps you can't trust them fully. Their pasts, maybe, you look at what they've been willing to do before and worry about what they'll do now. But, you seem content with them, too. Despite your doubts, you love them and can't imagine life without them. Perhaps you just don't tell them that enough? Their pasts don't matter anymore, that's just the fear of being known."

"And finally, the last card..." They sigh again, gaze darting up to Whirl and down to the card they hold in spidery thin digits. "Is the knight of swords. So you do have an ego. A big one, too. You hurt people with it, you know that, right? You come off as arrogant and reckless, and that drives others away. They don't want to pick up the pieces once you've finished showing off how strong and brave you are, they don't care that you're tough and wild, they care about that lack of genuine emotion."

"You can pretend all you want, y'know, but in the end you have to face these things. Can you really keep that front up forever? Is it really healthy? Are you just scared of what happens when that mask comes down and everyone sees how broken you are, on the inside?"

"Well, that's it, that's your reading. Leave a tip, too, dear..."

[50thirdand3rd]

Wassup Rocker Radio's Sickest Song of the Week: HEARTS AND ROCKETS - 'Square Eyes'

Wassup Rocker Radio’s Sickest Song of the Week: HEARTS AND ROCKETS – ‘Square Eyes’

Kalindy Williams and Kurt Eckardt are Hearts and Rockets, a feminist bratwave duo from Melbourne that reworks electronic post-punk sounds into catchy, primitive disco-punk ditties. They’ve released two LPs and a batch of slick singles and ‘Square Eyes‘ is from their new 4-song EP TV is Boring that will be released in late November. The track is an early 80s dance wave throwback with propulsive…

[copycatsymphony]

Oh god. Rodimus is dead. Not that the mech can see that, as he happily sticks his hand out to Whirl. "It's nice to meet you, Blue talks about you all the time, you must be one hell of a dad to make him like you so much!"

"Rodimus..." Soundwave pushes Rodimus's hand back down, inching a bit in between his adoptive sire and his partner. "We met on that multiverse space station a few months ago. We started dating right after that."

"Oh, yeah, it has been a few months hasn't it? I think you met my Ultra Magnus before you even considered letting me meet Whirl - it's nice to finally meet you, though. I don't know why Blue was so nervous about telling you about us, it's not like we're fragging already or stupid enough to get -"

"Rodimus!" Mortified Soundwave is mortified.

"Hey, uh, Whirl? Dad? You got a minute?" And there is a nervous as hell Soundwave, checking in on his adopted sire. There is absolutely someone hiding behind him.

"What's up?" Whirl at first doesn't even look up from his worktable, at least until he notices how weird Soundwave is being.

"Alright, what did you do?" He asked, since he's assuming the nervousness stems from something getting broken, which he still wouldn't understand why he'd be nervous since he wouldn't get mad at him for it.

...Who's that behind him?

[sarahpenina]

https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/bratwave

[alliswoon]

bratwave replied to your photo: I bet you thought the only plate I owned was that...

equally silly

Too true, too true.

[polyhexianchicken]

Ah, look, here comes Whirl's son - running down the hall? Soundwave caught himself on the blue mech, spinning to give him the quickest hug and blurt out, "Hi dad!" before he whips around and sprints off down the hall, yelling "bye dad!" over his shoulder. He disappeared around the corner, and a moment later a mech splattered in so much green and pink paint they're unrecognizable comes running from the same area Soundwave had come from. They ignore Whirl and run after the brat, only to be hit by a weaponized cloud of sparkly confetti from a confetti cannon. Soundwave can be heard cackling just out of sight, and then the sound of him running off again. // I SAID I was gonna send Whirl hugs they just have to be chaotic ahikhfwaa

"Hey KiiiIIAawoaaah??" Whirl went to greet his son, stunned completely at the grab and spin. The running and the quick hug? Not as suprising, hell, he wouldn't be suprised if the mech had lept for the vents as soon as he had hugged Whirl.

"I- uh. Bye then?" He wheezed out, oggling after the unrecoginzeable mech in utter confusion. Did Soundwave...?

At the explosion he jerked back suprised yet again, blinking a few times as his processor finally caught up with what happened, having to lean on his thighs from laughing so hard.

"Yeaaah that's my kid alright, pfft."

[copycatsymphony]

What does a young mech with nothing better to do than test his communication hub, and his hacking skills, even do while sitting on his aft? Well, try random frequencies and hack into them, of course.

Which has apparently given him access to another alternate of his - an extremely strange one, it seems. Soundwave paused, rereading the message a few times before he figures out an appropriate response that didn't include cursing a certain warlord out. In text, of course; better to reply in kind, after all.

- I'm just testing out new frequencies. If this "master" you mention is supposed to mean Megatron, I don't work for him anymore. Fragger went and joined the Autobots and left me, so I left. -

- I have nothing to do with the war anymore. I'm on my own. -

Well, technically he had the cassettes and those two daft seekers. That counted, right?

By Unicron’s aftplates, it’s another one. Horror of horrors, an alternate of himself. A generic STORE-BRAND SOUNDWAVE. An inferior boxy one that can’t even fly or call up bridges.

Soundwave crushes the jealousy of his alternate having built-in child storage. Perhaps if he had such a compartment, his creations would’ve lived.

Feh.

[W H A T DO YOU WANT. TELL YOUR MASTER TO FRAG OFF.] (text) 

Better to nip this sorry recruiting attempt in the bud.

[copycatsymphony]

When Soundwave wakes up, he may find a stranger in his home, sifting through Whirl's stuff, and looking at pictures as if he owned the place. The coloring is somewhat akin to what Whirl's was, though the bulkier, streamline non-Empurata frame is anything but similiar.

His helm turns to the side now, yellow faceplates coming into view, golden optics finding Soundwave's gaze, and he turns to fully look at him.

A smile spreads, and Soundwave is looked at with upmost.. love and recognition from this complete stranger.

"Ah, hello Soundwave. Uh, this, may be hard to explain but-." Frankly Whirl doesn't know how to explain to 'his' kid that while yes he has all the memories and knowledge over him and harbours great care and affection- Soundwave is as much of a stranger to him as Whirl was to him.

"I, seem to have been temporarely displaced with your usual Sire, though I am still Whirl."

He'd been still half-asleep as he walked out of his berthroom into the main hab, mask and visor off, sleepily rubbing at his optics when he caught sight of the fuzzy but unfamiliar mech. At first, without his visor correcting his impaired vision, the coloration registers as Whirl's and he opens his mouth to say hello back...but then the mech looks at him and the face is a completely strange, unfamiliar blob of color.

Soundwave's mask and visor slid back on so fast it might as well slam back into place, hiding his horrified expression from the stranger-not-stranger standing in his home.

As the stranger continues, in the usually calming voice and affectionate tone Whirl would use, the boombox just stands there, caught between wanting to run and wanting to demand the stranger to give him his Dad back. This can't be happening. This is a joke, right? Someone was playing a horrible, mean, cruel joke on him and the real Whirl would walk in with Skywarp or Thundercracker.

"Displaced?" What an awful word. It doesn't at all explain what's going on or why this fake was claiming to be his loving and adoring parent. It doesn't ease the fear that bubbles up in his spark at the sight of this stranger rifling through things that don't belong to him. "You-you're not Whirl. This - this is a joke, right? A bad prank? That's...that's what this is, right? Where's my dad why are you going through his things -"

[copycatsymphony]

The Frumbles are cackling and Buzzsaw is whirring in amusement , as they all send their grand-niblings body pillows of Bratwave. Expect a massive pile of pillows with your dad as an anime catmech.

Ravage immediately tries to shred the one given to him, but he is quickly stopped by Thundercracker scooping the enraged feline up and putting the rather unfortunate pillow in the closet.

Buzzsaw and Laserbeak just about have a laughing fit over theirs, cawing and squawking in delight as they try to fit the pillows into their bird stand and recharging hammocks. The bird twins would send much thanks for the amusing gifts.

Rumble is frozen is horror at the pillow, not wanting to pick it up at all. Why? Why?

Meanwhile, Frenzy is utterly delighted, laughing and setting up the pillow to take a selfie with it and send it off to his Carrier. The immediately offended text back only sends him into a fit of laughter, collapsing on top of the anime cat-mech body pillow - Primus, these are going on the couch so Soundwave has to live with them!

Ratbat sees nothing wrong with the pillows. Carrier looks funny on them! And they're soft - by the time anyone thinks to ask for the youngest cassette's opinion, he's already snuggled on the pillow and fast asleep.

There are many, many pictures being taken. And they're all being sent to the Frumbles and Buzzsaw, courtesy of the bird twins.

[copycatsymphony]

"I don't come with daddy issues, but..."

Skywarp just winks, grinning while Thundercracker hides his face in his hands behind the purple seeker.

"I can be your sugar daddy and buy you an entire ship."

"...Warp..."

"Oh, too small? Entire colony?"

"NO."

[copycatsymphony]

"I SLEPT THROUGH HALLOWEEN!? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!?"

Soundwave is very disappointed to have missed his favorite Earth holiday. He missed his chance to scare the shit out of everyone! He had a whole thing planned, too...

"....I didn't even get to dress up."