#CHROMIA MY BELOVED

[friedfriedchicken]

OFFICIAL TRANSFORMERS POST WITH AN AKIRA SLIDE REFERENCE LET'S GOOO

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[loveofbots]

YEEEEEAAAAAH BEACHCOMBER AND SKEEF!!!!

the full lineup of the earth stranded autobots

posted some these before but now I added characters and updated most of the old designs so yee

also if you art intrested in the main human cast they can be found here

[lets-try-some-writing]

I am hungry and I require more oplita. Any oplita. Please, i need to feed my kids we need more oplita!!!!!

Coming right up! Your ship material, lovely asker!

Vaguely affiliated with my fic Action! but not canon to it.

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Golden spools of cloth carefully draped over her form, covering and yet accentuating every aspect Orion adored when it came to his Conjunx. The outfit was loosely hung around his beloved's frame, tight around her chassis to show off her waist, but free flowing around her legs to give her total freedom of movement. It was traditional, but Orion couldn't help but think she looked like the Primes of old. Perhaps it was heretical, but he could only compare her to Solus Prime in grandeur.

"They are going to love you, Ariel. You shine most wonderfully." Orion murmured as he began clasping her audial attachments into place. The little tear drop shaped crystals shone in the light, glittering a brilliant blue like the morning sky when Cybertron came near to it's sister star.

"I know they will. You are making me into quite the sight." A smile settled on his beloved's fair features, her antennae perking up at the praise. For all her outward stoicism, his love still adored compliments when they were given genuinely.

"You do not need my assistance to light up the room, oh mighty Elita-One." A teasing smirk played on Orion's lips, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Elita as she turned in her chair, an optical ridge raised in silent amusement.

"You say that as if you are not just as note worthy, my Prime." Orion shrugged in response, waving away the statement with a gentle hum as if he hadn't considered the concept before. Then, with his smile maintained, he gathered up the necklace he'd purchased for Elita deca-cycles before. A gift he hoped she'd appreciate.

Long and nimble digits worked quickly to clasp the bejeweled piece in place around his beloved's neck, resting comfortably just above where he knew her spark chamber to be. It gleamed a soft deep aqua, just like her optics. As cliche as it was, when he saw it, all he could think of was her.

Seeing her expression shift from amusement to awe as she touched his gift tenderly was enough to make Orion's every trial over the past few cycles worth it. Anything to see her happy.

''You did not have to." Elita murmured gently as she ran her digits over the center jewel. Orion simply hummed, leaning down to rest his helm against hers. Not a word was exchanged between them for a blessed moment. Instead, everything was conveyed through a bond forged through struggle and adoration shared in equal measure between them. While their union was not as ancient and hardened as Chromia and Ironhide, Orion liked to think it was just as strong.

"I wanted to. You've brought so much joy into my life, I simply could not help but want to return the favor." Pressing a soft chaste kiss to her audial, Orion watched Elita's expression in the mirror in front of her. Truly, she was crafted as if Primus himself had overseen every plate and seam upon her form.

"Jewels and gifts are not the way to my spark, Orion Pax. I think you of all mecha know that better than most." Elita smiled coyly, her servo reaching up to caress his cheek. It was a familiar gesture, one Orion reacted to by pressing a kiss to her palm. He knew this song and dance.

"Then perhaps I ought to show my affections more openly." Orion met her gaze, and in that moment, all was right with the world. There were no trials that could tear them apart, not when their very sparks cried out in perfect symphony.

For all the problems their world faced, when he was with Elita, none of it mattered. So long as they were together, the universe was theirs to mold as needed.

"I think you should." With her quiet confirmation, Orion gently tilted her chin up with a digit. Then, with a quick press of their helm crests, her brought their derma together, soft and unhurried. There was no rush.

The rest of reality could wait. For the moment, all that mattered was the two of them and their quiet connection.

[witchofthesouls]

Hi uh I'm taking the last few posts as indication that you've watched TF:One so do you have any thoughts? Any discussion points, anything you adored/despised and thing you'd like more context on?

I only managed to see at the last week before it was pulled out at my local theaters, but I did enjoy it.

The visuals and designs were top-notch, the movements and background settings were amazing (like hello underground cityscapes my beloved), D-16's pretty optics, Megatronus Prime never becoming the Fallen, return of the Quintessons, the Cybertronian fauna of the surface, and Sentinel's character were just chef' kiss.

In terms of complaints: it basically comes to pacing, plotholes, and personal preferences.

The movie really did show the epic bromance between D-16 and Orion Pax in short scenes with so many details, and yet D-16 to Megatron was, in my opinion, a fast-paced downward spiral. Understandable, but considering D-16 played the brakes to Orion's impulsive plans... It was jarring.

The team really put in a lot of thought into so many iconic characters, even as a cameo, but nearly all the Autobot High Command used to be Cogless? Really? Yes, there was Dr. Ratchet, but everyone else was stuck as a miner and didn't have the chance to develop all those crucial skills that were instrumental for the war against then legendary High Guard (on a side note, they didn't starve to death and had no mention of other city-states for support)? Also, where's the administration and support systems that run Iacon? Shoot, where's Sentinel's own aides, Councilmembers, and other political entities? He took down the Thirteen all by himself? No one else in the conspiracy? Really? (I'm a little low-key salty that the Primes don't have that divine flare, but that's the fantasy/horror part in me talking.)

Okay, so the personal preferences... as much as I liked the concept of Optimus and Megatron coming from the same origins, the execution on Orion Pax's part kinda flopped. It felt like it fell into the same trap with the Aligned verse's handling, where they really tried to underscore the differences but sacrificed the cohesion of the story. @lets-try-some-writing 's post on their thoughts of TFOne, particularly on Orion Pax, really resonates with me because why does he constantly sacrifice his safety to find the Matrix compared to everyone else? A similar complaint for Elita. I'm not expecting sugar and floof, but the way her character was handled left me floundering since the creators put a lot of thought on D-16's and Orion's relationship but left us hanging on a different vibe, a completely other spectrum, with Elita compared to other iterations.

Granted, it can be the Opilita shipper in me mourning, but Elita got done dirty. The 'hardass boss' would have served someone else, like Ultra Magnus, Kup, or Scrapper, if they used another 'main' character, or they could have pulled Terminus that's playing between keeping the topside goals and minimizing underground casualties. Plus, I think it could have been interesting to see Terminus being the driving force between Orion's quest and D-16's admiration for Megatronus Prime. I would move Elita into the Cogged Cybertronians and let her be Orion's partner-in-crime. Maybe as a dock worker as an ode to her G1 origins and acts as a smokescreen/voucher for Orion outside the mines, and Orion is showing her all the secret passages and knowledge she would never had access because of her own station. It could have shown so much more of that Cybertron under Sentinel's rule and the policies he implemented. Plus, I need Elita and Orion to be dumbasses together (and for D-16 to rib Orion over his crush and Chromia to do the same with Elita).

Overall, it was a solid movie. Definitely recommend it.

[mono-chromia]

Team Sport

A Drarry microfic//oneshot by mono-chromia

Cover illustration by my beloved @basiatlu (alternate versions can be viewed here)

Word count: 1.015

Read under the cut, or on AO3

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

'Mione had once called Harry a "hard sleeper", whatever that may be.

"A heavy sleeper?" Draco had asked, unsure if he was missing some muggle turn of phrase. It comes up when they are trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements in the shared hotel rooms for Luna and Neville's destination wedding.

"Oh, no," she says. "Well, that too, I suppose, so he won't mind if you get back late, but he sleeps hard. I can't quite explain it." Draco doesn't mention the undiscussed assumption that he and Harry are apparently to bunk up together. "You know how he always tries to carry all the plates and cutlery to the table in a single go? Even if there's sixteen people dining?" Draco nods. "It's kind of like that."

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

Their portkey takes them from 5 A.M. in London to 11 A.M. somewhere in the Mekong Delta region, so when they arrive in their room, Harry immediately crawls into the pristinely made hotel bed, nesting the crisp duvets and the pillows into an iceberg-like structure and sleeps. Hard. Sprawled on his belly with his clothes still on (he's wearing sweat shorts at least, not jeans, thank Merlin) but with his feet sticking out for temperature regulation. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Draco watches him fuss and clumsily toe off his socks (because what lunatic wears socks to bed? Ridiculous) and then doze off immediately, squeezing in a highly efficient, half hour kip before they are expected for their lunch arrangements.

Harry seems more affected by the jetlag than the rest of the company, so Draco finds him, not unlike a cat, sleeping in strange places and at odd moments during the entirety of their stay in Vietnam.

For instance, on a couch in the hotel lobby one early morning, while Ron and Hermione argue with the clerk over the tour reservation that Ron definitely made correctly, with his head in Luna's lap, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and his arms hugged around his chest.

Or, on the lawn chairs by the pool in the middle of the day. Which, Draco supposes, isn't that strange a place to sleep, but Harry's commitment to the activity is once again proven when Hermione ambles over to rub sunscreen on his back and place a sunhat over his head, all without as much as a twitch.

It's really quite fascinating to watch (though no one else seems to think so) and Draco finds himself somewhat jealous, because even when he diligently works through his own list of requirements for a good sleep (freshly showered, moisturized, teeth brushed, clean sheets, glass of water on the side table, window open for airflow, access to his own pillow) he still doesn't often manage to make eight uninterrupted hours, let alone any misguided attempts at a restful nap. When Draco naps it means the situation is dire, that he is unwell, that he feels like something has crawled up his ass and died there, and it usually only exacerbates his condition instead of having the much desired effect it seems to have on Harry. That effect being that he wakes up content, mellow and sleep-soft (objectively) and exists like that for five minutes or so, before moving onto stage two of his post-nap euphoria, which includes but is not limited to; a general lust for life, toothy grins, silly jokes (objectively), and a propensity for affection towards whoever is nearest to him at any given moment.

Which means that Draco finds himself subjected to the feeling of gently excited hands on his wrists and back as they ooh-and-ahh at the view on their hike, and a chin hooked over his shoulder as Harry feigns mild interest in the book Draco is reading, before asking him to come swim.

Apparently, it also means that, when Draco is keyed up with homesickness on the third of their eight-night stay, Harry invites him into bed.

"You okay?"

Draco looks back from where he has his head stuck out the window, spooked and feeling slightly caught. He stares at Harry in his bed, making up the shape of his body under the sheets from his feet (sticking out from under the cover) to his rumpled head that's more under the pillow than on top of it. Harry's voice is thick with sleep and so, so soft.

"Oh," says Draco. "Yeah. Um. Just— a bout of insomnia."

Harry just hums, low and noncommittal, and for a moment Draco thinks that he might be sleep talking. But then Harry shifts and lifts up the duvet, wordlessly and casually extending an invite towards Draco, and waits for him to get in.

Draco would object, but maybe Harry's bed is just that much more comfortable, maybe that's why he sleeps so well, and well— truly it looks much too inviting to resist. So Draco doesn't object, and quietly pads across their room to slip into bed with Harry. The blanket is bunched up and skewed, there are more than enough pillows, yet none of them in the right spot to actually fulfill their intended purpose, but Harry isn't fussed in the least, and wastes no time snaking an arm across Draco's middle and slotting his head under Draco's chin. Harry seems to fall back asleep pretty much immediately, and Draco is suddenly surrounded by an aura of sleep-warmed sheets, skin-on-skin contact and a bouquet of powdery scented curls, clean skin and sweet spearmint breath. It would have been overwhelming if it wasn't so blissfully sedative.

A robust dose of Dreamless Sleep has nothing on the deep rise and fall of Harry's chest, the dozy twitch of his toes against Draco's leg, the blooming warmth in all the spots where their bodies are touching. Draco dreamily wishes he could bottle it. Who knew that sleeping was a team sport.

[smoked-salmon-official]

Orion being like Roddy you genuinely fucked up man while cyclonus is just dying in the background is so fucking funny

Windblade my beloved:) and chromia and Nautica!

“Burn bright, metroplex. Burn bright one last time”

This shit hurt me bro😭😭😭

[lonelydreams-world]

@blade-liger-4ever @escapistsatellite Hi my friends I hope you are doing well, I was wondering while Miss Scott who contributed to write TFP, Windblade and most of the IDW storyline I feel she ruined a lot of Characters the ones that comes to mind are Chromia with her plot to scare Windblade has almost costed her life and the fact she is from Caminus didn't set well with me.

Also, they butcherd Elita One I get that she was trying to protect the world from Liege Maximo but she could have written her being strong without sacrificing the virtues of being beloved by G1 fans for what she is and her connection to Optimus matters because Optimus isn't just her lover but a beacon of hope and optimism

Firestar can't believe my fav firefighter whom IDW had the opportunity to showcase us her teamwork with Inferno and their amazing relationship as they really are sweet together, instead they had her watered down to an actress with no fulfilling role or plot matter relevance.

Knockout and Breakdown hate it when they were made a couple when clearly these two were a fun loving joking duo in their own way appreciating Earth and its culture

Moonracer was just a Velocitronian with no cute bubbling personality that everybody loved, is just there with Knockout and was stripped away from her sharp shooting skills and bond with Powerglide

Lancer and Greenlight are just lovers which disgusts me, instead of expanding their bios they are just background characters woth weird perceptions on things.

All and all I don't agree with Scott's writing, while I respect her work, she denies that Arcee in Transformers Prime needs actual consequences and growth in her part alongside an actual backplate spine.

Anyway let me know what do you both thing because I burned my feelings here enough in digital paper.

Why people stick to what it works best instead of making it worse!

[legs-like-jelly]

hellooo!! hope you're doing well!

i was wondering what some of your favorite pairings are for transformers? from any continuity!! :)))

MYE FA VORITE PAIRINGS??? AHEHEHVHEHVHD

it's not a very looong list but we have Starbee/trinebee Megop KOBD the combaticon polycule please ask me about the combaticons i will not shut up CLIFFRAJ TOO!! dratchet wheelratch thunderwarp ME X ES BUMBLEBEE FR!!!/silly wavewave my beloved cygate/cywhirlgate JAZZPROWL... swinblurr literally anything with bulkhead in it ngl.. windblade x chromia too ngl...YOU GUYS SHOULD ALLLL READ TILL ALL ARE ONE BTW. READ TAAO. NOW. READ IT. sentiairachnid sentinel x an extremely prolonged and tortorous death by my hands rodimags too i kinda like their dynamic

[melishade]

Voce fazer uma cena da linha do tempo da elita-one onde ela e o megatron tem uma conversa surpreendentemente civilizada tipo ela ouve os um pouco dos maneirismos do megatron em aop e tipo ela decide conversar pra ver se o velho D-16 ainda residia nele e entende que ele quer corrigir seus erros. Não tem perdão mas eles se compreende um ao outro

Translation: You do a scene from elita-one's timeline where she and Megatron have a surprisingly civil conversation like she hears some of Megatron's mannerisms in aop and like she decides to talk to see if the old D-16 still resides there. and understands that he wants to correct his mistakes. There is no forgiveness but they understand each other

Previous episode of the Beloved Timeline

Oh if only it were that easy.

So instead of Arcee blowing up at Megatron for her inability to accept that Megatron was changing, it's Elita that blows up at him instead. Elita has always had a strong hatred for Megatron and it's very apparent every single time that Megatron is in the room. What would push Megatron and Elita to have that type of blowup argument could be attributed to many things, and it could actually lead to a real fight to the death. Megatron could very easily say the wrong thing to piss her off or Megatron would just get sick and tired of her hostility. The fighting would start and Megatron would make a low blow jab, saying that she's only doing this because of her affections for Optimus, and Elita gets really mad because how dare Megatron reduce her own opinions to how she feels about Optimus! Because the truth of the matter is:

"I trusted you!" Elita shouted at Megatron, taking the former warlord back, "I. Trusted. You! To do the right thing! I saw the corruption of Cybertron first hand! I saw how cruel and vindictive the council had become along with the other nobles, and you were clearly a product of their neglect! I thought you were inspiring! I thought you had the ability to lead Cybertron into the future! What a fool I was!"

Elita poked at his chest. "But instead you shot Halogen." She poked him harder. "You declared war!" She straight up shoved him, "You killed my friends and comrades and innocent people! Chromia! Nightslinger! Halfglitch! Flux! Wrangle! Comet! Thunderpoint! All of these Bots have been hurt or have died because of your war! You put us all through hell and killed our planet!"

Elita pointed at herself. "And yes! I had to help hold Optimus together during that time! Because he still cared about you! Because he still loved you! Because he slowly had to watch his own brother descend into madness thinking it was his fault when it never was! You were the one that always pushed too far! Oh high and mighty pathetic Megatron! I wished you had died in the mines along with your fellow miners so we never had to deal with the monster you had become!'

And that last part triggers the hell out of Megatron and forces him to really go on the offensive, which Elita gladly responds to. But during the scuffle of the rest of the Autobots trying to break up the fight, Optimus ends up getting hurt. By who, neither combatant can tell based on the scuffle of the fight, but Wheeljack has to give Optimus medical attention and Hanji has to scold Elita instead for her brazen actions instead of Arcee. Meanwhile, Megatron has to go through breakdown in the Monster chapter with the attack on the Marleyan compound but it's a lot more intense. Either way, both Elita and Megatron are feeling super fucked up over what happened, and Levi can't even enjoy it! He knows how serious this is!

It would take a lot more for them to make up due to their history and Megatron's past war crimes. A simple talk was never going to fix it.

[nsokolow]

Transformers One: Charoite

Chapter Three

Over the few days Sentinel was gone, Charoite completed all the scheduling and planning he instructed her to do. Most of the time, however, there wasn’t anything else to do, so Charoite took some time to get herself even more acquainted with the place. She even treated herself and her friends to a club that she never before could afford to enter. Charoite however caused her friends quite the embarrassment when she entered the club announcing herself as Sentinel Prime’s new secretary—and co-hero. They however didn’t mind when the group was bought drinks as a result.

On a sunny afternoon, Charoite rested her arms on the tower’s balcony. She stared down at Iacon City, the buildings active with lights. She still couldn’t believe she had actually reached such a place in life, and that her dream of racing was finally going to come true! Ugh…I hope the audience doesn’t mistake me for Chromia on the leaderboard. A “Ch” name, three syllables. Charoite shrugged. “Eh, I’ll be okay. Besides, I look different, and not bad if I do say so myself!”

BOOM!

Charoite jumped. She flew off the balcony and down a few floor levels to see Sentinel and his crew were back!

Charoite knocked on the window. “Sentinel! Hey! Welcome back! Does this window open or what?”

Airachnid rolled her main eyes and chuckled smugly.

Charoite shot her a glare.

Sentinel gave Charoite a more pleasant smile as he touched the bottom of the window and opened it.

“Had to open the latch. Great to be home, Chariot!” Sentinel grabbed her hand and guided her through.

Sentinel’s gentle touch distracted Charoite from the repeated mistake. “Oh, uh, yeah! Glad you’re home! Did you…”

Sentinel sighed as his shoulders drooped. “Sadly, no. We’ve again returned empty-handed. Don’t worry, though! Not all hope is lost! The other Primes…” Sentinel touched his chest. “…would want us to persevere. Not to mention we have the race to look forward to! With a special new racer!” Sentinel tapped her shoulder.

“A criminal!” Charoite pointed her thumbs at herself and grinned.

Sentinel burst out laughing and grabbed his knees. “That’s a good one! I was going to say the first racer to work with me!”

“Sir, we should get to the live transmission.” Airachnid said.

“Ah, right.” Sentinel gave Charoite a wink and disappeared with Airachnid and the guards.

“I can watch the transmission from the balcony!” Charoite flew back out the window. She sat on the edge of the balcony and saw the bots fly to one of the sky-based towers, which was red at the bottom. She forgot that was where live transmissions from Sentinel and other prominent figures would be broadcast from.

Charoite gasped and grinned. She put her hands on her hips and again stared out at the city. “Time to see if I can be even more famous! It’s beloved co-hero time!”

Charoite flew from the balcony and then to the building. She made her way through to the door of the transmission room.

“Oh, no…” Airachnid groaned.

Charoite smirked. Even better…

“Charoite?” Sentinel asked before he opened the door.

Charoite noticed three bots sat at the desks, filled with buttons and screens, screens above them hanging in front of the red-tinted window. Awesome! More bots to witness my glory…if Sentinel’s fine with it!

“Everything alright, Char?”

Charoite’s spark fluttered at the nickname. “Uh, yeah!” She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “Thought I’d drop by, maybe help you with your announcement? Maybe consider it ‘extra secretary stuff?’ What do you say?”

Sentinel raised his eyebrows. “Well, uh…I don’t usually do that, but…” Sentinel gasped. “I got it! You can smile, wave, and look pretty as I announce you as our newest racer! I was gonna bring up the Iacon 5000 to lift everyone’s spirits, but a new racer? One who works for me? Even better! I’ll call you over to the camera when its time.”

“Oh, is this the new secretary?” A blue and silver bot who sat to the right waved. “Hello!”

The other two bots enthusiastically waved at her.

Charoite waved back. “Yeah, it’s me. Sentinel Prime’s co-hero.”

“Okay…” Sentinel let a shake go down his body before he rotated his neck. “Three, two, one, action!”

The blue and silver bot pressed some buttons on a platform in the middle of the room. Sentinel took stood near the platform as the bot pressed more buttons.

Three gentle, yet loud rings emanated from everywhere. Then a female automated voice announced, “Attention. Live transmission from Sentinel Prime.”

“And Charoite!” Charoite mumbled with a tight smile. She looked out the red windows and not-so-clearly saw multiple screens on buildings with Sentinel’s image.

Sentinel cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Greetings, Iacon City! First off, I want to let you know how grateful I am to all of you for keeping our city running, each in your own ways!”

Cheers and claps were heard across the city.

Sentinel sighed. “I regret to inform you that the matrix still hasn’t been found.” He paused to allow his audience time to express disappointment. “I however will remain positive and not give up hope!” He raised a finger. “I know that is what the rest of the Primes would have told us. I know they would be so proud of you all if they were here today!”

The citizens quickly recovered from the disappointment as they resumed their cheers.

“I’m ending this transmission on a lighter note. As you all know, we are getting closer to the Iacon 5000! I realized I may have been too harsh in only allowing bots with perfectly clean records to race. We all make mistakes sometimes, and sometimes, there are bots who were perfectly justified in certain situations. I am allowing bots with misdemeanors on down to sign up for the Iacon 5000, along with bots with felonies on down who have had their records expunged!”

The reception to this sounded mostly positive.

“Also…” Sentinel looked back at Charoite and gestured for her to join him.

Charoite felt a bolt of excitement rush through her body as she ran up to Sentinel. She resisted the urge to giggle as he hugged her closer to him.

“…you may remember Charoite, the bot announced to be my new secretary, my first secretary, or as I like to call her, my co-hero.”

Charoite jolted. I’m dreaming!

“Anyhow, I would like to announce Charoite here as my latest new racer! Let’s all give her a hand, shall we?”

The crowd applauded and cheered. Charoite felt a bit of warmth upon hearing some of them cheer her name.

“Wooo!” Charoite shouted. “All you other racers better keep your eyes on me!” She transformed into her high-performance plane mode. She hovered in front of the platform, making sure her front propeller didn’t cut into it. She flew out of the room and back in seconds, then transformed back and winked.

The cheering became louder. She heard one bot shout, “Let’s go, Charoite!”

“Love you all! See you at the race!” Charoite stepped out of view of the transmission.

Sentinel chuckled. “We’re happy to have her. Well, until next time, Iacon City!”

Sentinel looked over at the silver and blue bot and motioned his hand across his own neck. The bot ran over and shut the transmission off.

“Okay!” Sentinel clapped. “I’ll say it again, let’s never give up hope, okay?” Sentinel held his thumb up.

The three bots at the desks gave him calm smiles. Airachnid gave Sentinel an expressionless nod. Charoite…held both thumbs up and nodded aggressively.

“Well everyone…” Sentinel looked at Charoite along with the rest of the crew. “…let’s fly back home!”

As Airachnid and the guards walked out the door, Sentinel grabbed Charoite’s shoulder.

The firmness of the grab briefly stunned Charoite.

Sentinel bent down and whispered, “Meet me in the game and bar room in half an hour. I have a little surprise for you.”

[theflippedpages]

The Chiseled Catastrophe - 0.5

Episode 0.5 - Hard Feelings

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(This is a continuation of my previous post of a new fanfiction! I will make a post with all the hyperlinks once it's all posted! Please be aware that this introduction was written back in early 2023, so any mention of other MCYTs is purely to continue the story and is not meant to be taken in any hostile manner nor in any controversial fashion. Yes, I am talking about the Dream part--)

Both men launched themselves at the same time, and Jimmy tried to keep up with the direction of Scott's loud strings of fireworks. After a couple of hesitant seconds of silence, Scott spoke up. "Jim, let me know when you're done with your recording, okay? I have to record the beginning of my video so it wouldn't feel weird that I'm that close to Tumble Town." 

"Surely the YouTube comments would go wild if they found out you were lurking by me with no context." Jimmy laughed. 

Scott's face broke into a grin as he scanned his inventory. "Jim…" Shooting another firework that sent him far up, the Chromia leader takes the airtime to shift things within his inventory, finally putting a familiar flower into his offhand and switching the rockets to the other. "I had some spare flowers to make dyes… and I happen to have 3 of these little beauties." 

Jimmy only had to glance at the red poppies before he flusteredly sighed again. "Scott, I swear! You aren't feeding the fans crumbs, you're feeding them literal meals every time we interact!"

"Is that complaining I hear?" Scott laughed. 

"No…" Jimmy huffed, though the playful tone hadn't left his voice, "The videos with you always spike with interaction, and it is very cute to see the fans go crazy with a reference or a flirt from you."

"Season one gave them too much lore," Scott held back a loud chuckle, "did you see all the animatics?" 

"Don't even get me started with the videos…! They're all so good!" Jimmy breathed. "All it takes is one mere sentence or reference, and one background song that matches the feeling, and boom, 3rd Life flashback, I get slow-mo shot in the head, you're clutching my corpse, and you sit near a grave that says 'my beloved' or something like that…"

Scott took that as a call to continue, reminiscing on the ones he'd seen. And he's seen plenty. "And then either it flashes forward to season one of Empires, or it goes to Double Life, and you're paired with Tango and me with Pearl. It's all super angsty unless it's a bittersweet one about my afterlife in Rivendell."

"Who knows… maybe in season three, I'd be the one to feed the crumbs." Scott could hear the blonde's cocky smile from his words. 

"Ooh, feisty Sheriff." Scott drank in his confidence. "Maybe you will get those handcuffs on me after all."

Silence from Jimmy's mic. Then he softly whispered, "Pretend I never said anything." 

Scott bursted out laughing and realized he was still recording. He hesitated to stop it, knowing this would be a memory to cherish later on. "I'll take back anything I said. I can't wait for season three of Empires."

"Neither can I, buddy, neither can I-... Uh, Scott?"

Scott hummed, taking a sip of his drink, watching the world load beneath him. "Yes, sheriff?" 

"I think there's a fire in Chromia."

"What?!"

Chromia, Scott's meticulously crafted empire, came into view, spawning out in laggy chunks. As they arrived, the loud crackle of fire and the sight of smoke billowing into the sky greeted them. The empire they had known had been set ablaze, its precious structures threatened by an uncontrollable inferno started beside the now-closed Nether portal. 

Without hesitation and another word, Scott and Jimmy rushed to Chromia's aid. The fire was devouring some of the architectural wonders, threatening to consume the rest. Thankfully, it hadn't reached the livestock yet. 

Scott went straight for his llamas, reaching for the cobble in his inventory to create a wall between the fire and the untouched land. Jimmy instead went straight into the heart of the fire, splashing his water bucket onto the Nether portal and diving into Chromia's large, quartz fountain to gather more. He already had a couple of spare water buckets he had made to extinguish his own fires. Once Scott had blocked off the rest of his empire, he fell into line with the blonde's repeated actions, also fishing for water to spill onto the withering wood.

With precision and grace, they worked tirelessly, dousing the flames that hungered for more destruction. Scott and Jimmy managed to save many of the buildings, structures, and landscapes that had defined Chromia. The once-raging fire was now reduced to smoky remnants, defeated by their relentless efforts. Amidst the smoky ruins, the duo shared a moment of exhaustion and relief. They gazed at the embers slowly fading away knowing that they had just saved an empire.

"Did you record any of that?" Jimmy breathed, wringing out his hands after his constant clicking on the mouse and keyboard.

Scott ran a hand through his hair, wiping at his eyes. The brightness of the monitor was starting to hurt his vision, and his head was starting to ache. "I haven't stopped recording since you started back in Tumble Town."

"You didn't do this, did you?" 

"Why would I? Jimmy, I'm not stupid to burn down months of my work. I'm most likely to make a copy of my world or at least keep the fire contained to a certain point." 

"We aren't planning a finale yet, right?" Jimmy asked, hoping to understand why his and Scott's empire was being threatened. "If it was the end, I'd understand all this destruction, but I haven't heard from anyone about any plans to wrap up season 2. This is really scary, Scott. Maybe it’s not just our empires, it could be the entire server that’s facing this. Maybe someone has been in here that shouldn’t be." 

“I want to know who did this.” Scott’s voice was grim. “This wasn’t a prank, nor was it something intended for the Empire's storyline.” He clicked on the chat, and instantly began writing. 

Smajor1995: This is not a joke. Someone griefed Chromia and Tumble Town, and it is unacceptable.

Unlike when Tango talked about the letter when the chat was lively with people, now the words faded into the game with no response. Grumbling, Scott pulled up the online member status for the server, and he noticed that many were leaving without even the yellow text of their departure. Smallishbeans, LDShadowLady— oh those two are gone… okay, Tango– and he’s gone… Soon he found himself just with three people: himself, the suspicious camera account ‘Time_Is_Up’, and Joey. 

'Time_Is_Up' goes offline. And then, Joey too. 

“-This is really scary, Scott-” 

Wait, Jimmy’s still here? But he’s not online!  Scott turned his attention back to the blonde cowboy who was still crouching in front of the fountain. “Jimmy, why does it say you’re not online? You’re right in front of me.” 

“-Maybe it’s not just our empires–” 

Ah. So my game and system seem to be frozen… Jimmy’s character isn’t here, and neither is his voice. 

“-Maybe someone has been in here that shouldn’t be—” Jimmy’s voice glitched. “Maybe someone has been in here that shouldn’t be— Maybe someone has been in here that shouldn’t be—”

 Neither of their characters moved as the sky morphed from an odd shade of white to pure night.

“You shouldn’t be here–” 

And the screen flickered off. 

Scott sat there for a couple of seconds longer, staring at his reflection through the monitor before it dawned on him that his computer crashed completely. Odd… I thought my software was up to date… He grabbed his phone and went to text his friends when he saw the empty bars of service and the lack of wifi on the edge of his screen. Right, it must've been a network issue for the city. Oh well, it’ll come back shortly, I’m sure. He set his phone down, intending to get a shower in before he’d be able to record again. 

As Scott walked to his closet, he noticed a shadow linger by the front of his home, slip something into his mailbox, and disappear. Curiosity piqued him, and he stepped out to investigate. 

〰〰〰

Grian made himself comfortable on his couch, a sandwich in his hand, his phone in another. “Imagine the possibilities,” Scar was speaking on the other end, his voice high with energy, “storylines in Empires do so well, what’s stopping us, Hermits, from doing the same thing?” 

“Maybe it’s the fact we have so many more members than them?” Grian answered with a mouthful of food. “And instead of set times like the Empires crew have for their interlinking storylines, we can join and build whatever we want, whenever we want.” 

A sad sigh from the phone made Grian rethink his words. "Well, it's not like we don't have a storyline in Hermitcraft… we had the wars a couple seasons ago, and we had the big moon last season! It may not be everything Hermitcraft relies on like Empires does, but we do have the occasional 'lore'."

"You don't think we could convince Xisuma to add something?"

Grian shook his head before he realized Scar couldn't see him. "Unfortunately, we have to keep the roleplaying and storytelling to the Life Series."

"Speaking of… When can we begin recording for the new Life Series? Secret life, right?"

"We have a little bit of a time issue with a couple of people, but I think Scott and I will get it confirmed within the next couple of days."

"I can't wait! It's been a while since Mumbo joined us!"

Grian spotted a familiar green avatar on his TV screen. "I know, I can't wait either-... Why does that face look familiar?" he reached to turn up the volume of his TV as he heard the news reporter speak up.

"...A newfound hysteria in the Minecraft community after a series of cryptic tweets from the famous Minecraft YouTuber, Clay, commonly known as Dream, has sent shockwaves throughout the gaming world."

"Dream?... Must be a slow news day if they're reporting on a Minecraft YouTuber… Hey, Scar, I'll call you later." Before the other could respond, Grian ended the call, his attention fully grabbed by the screen in front of him. 

The second news anchor spoke up. "That's right, Matt. Just yesterday, Dream tweeted a picture of a mysterious letter with no context whatsoever. And what happened next is truly baffling. Within hours, Clay deleted his worlds, wiped his accounts clean, and disappeared from social media."

Grian found himself sitting on the edge of the sofa, now quite interested.

"That's not all, Stephanie. He's completely lost contact with his family and friends. It's been about 4 days since he was last heard from. His loved ones are deeply concerned, and a community of devoted fans is in turmoil."

A slideshow of Dream with and without his mask, with his friends from the SMP, and with fans in conventions played in slow sequence as the news correspondents continued. He even saw some screenshots of old MCCs mixed in. Hey look, there's some Hermits! 

"The Minecraft community is in a state of shock. Dream has been an icon for so many, and this sudden disappearance has left a void. The outpouring of concern and speculation online is a testament to how much he meant to his fans."

"And the big question is, what could have led to this sudden and unexplained exit from the Minecraft universe? Clay's tweets have left everyone mystified."

There was a tweet pertaining to a letter, wasn't there? 

"Some speculate that it might be an elaborate ARG or part of a new project. After all, he had posted a tweet of a blurry letter before it was taken down mere minutes later and everything else vanished. However, most have forgotten this idea now that his friends and family have come out in concern. Now, it's mostly believed that this absence is related to stress or personal issues. But until we hear directly from Dream, it's all conjecture."

"Fortunately, through some fans, we were able to get a look at his recently deleted tweet. Take a look."

"...A newfound hysteria in the Minecraft community after a series of cryptic tweets from the famous Minecraft YouTuber, Clay, commonly known as Dream, has sent shockwaves throughout the gaming world."

"Dream?... Must be a slow news day if they're reporting on a Minecraft YouTuber… Hey, Scar, I'll call you later." Before the other could respond, Grian ended the call, his attention fully grabbed by the screen in front of him. 

The second news anchor spoke up. "That's right, Matt. Just yesterday, Dream tweeted a picture of a mysterious letter with no context whatsoever. And what happened next is truly baffling. Within hours, Clay deleted his worlds, wiped his accounts clean, and disappeared from social media."

Grian found himself sitting on the edge of the sofa, now quite interested.

"That's not all, Stephanie. He's completely lost contact with his family and friends. It's been about 4 days since he was last heard from. His loved ones are deeply concerned, and a community of devoted fans is in turmoil."

A slideshow of Dream with and without his mask, with his friends from the SMP, and with fans in conventions played in slow sequence as the news correspondents continued. He even saw some screenshots of old MCCs mixed in. Hey look, there's some Hermits! 

"The Minecraft community is in a state of shock. Dream has been an icon for so many, and this sudden disappearance has left a void. The outpouring of concern and speculation online is a testament to how much he meant to his fans."

"And the big question is, what could have led to this sudden and unexplained exit from the Minecraft universe? Clay's tweets have left everyone mystified."

There was a tweet pertaining to a letter, wasn't there? 

"Some speculate that it might be an elaborate ARG or part of a new project. After all, he had posted a tweet of a blurry letter before it was taken down mere minutes later and everything else vanished. However, most have forgotten this idea now that his friends and family have come out in concern. Now, it's mostly believed that this absence is related to stress or personal issues. But until we hear directly from Dream, it's all conjecture."

"Fortunately, through some fans, we were able to get a look at his recently deleted tweet. Take a look."

On the screen, they put up his Twitter, in which, with only the caption, "invited", he had posted a close-up picture of an open envelope with a note sticking out. With a close view, most of the picture was blurry, except for a red stamped seal with the indent of a pixelated crown. Where have I seen that before?

He got up as the report continued. "If you have any idea what this could mean, or if you have seen the creator recently, please contact the missing person hotline and your local police department. His friends and family are all terribly worried." As the brunette slipped into his room, he could hear a recording of GeorgeNotFound in tears talking about his friend and how this abrupt lack of contact is unlike him. 

Grian picked up the letter he had left on his desk. A red stamped seal with a pixelated crown. He picked it up and took it back to the TV, hoping it would show the Tweet again so he could compare.

 A couple more friends talked about Dream, and while it played the audio, the Tweet showed up again. Grian instantly looked between the two, and compared the wax. It's a strange coincidence, that's for sure. He held it up to the light, inspecting the wax more closely. The reddish hue looked like any other sealing wax, but something about it felt off.

The brunette's inquisitive nature got the better of him, and he carefully scratched the wax with his fingernail. The instant he did, a faint and sickeningly sweet odor escaped, invading his senses. He couldn't quite place it, but it was oddly familiar.

Dizziness gripped him like a vice, his heart raced, and his vision began to blur. Grian stumbled back, dropping the envelope. A feeling of lethargy spread through him as he desperately gasped for fresh air. He stumbled toward the window of his living room, pushing against the window in hopes of unlocking it and getting him to breathe. Relief flooded him as he heard it click and felt a small breeze flutter in. Yet, the dizziness hadn't ceased. 

His vision became an abstract painting of muted colors and wavering shapes. The room spun in a nauseating dance as Grian collapsed onto his couch. The air was heavy, like the weight of a thousand bricks pressing down on him. He could taste the bitter tang of chloroform on his tongue.

Every attempt to summon the strength to move was met with resistance from his own body. His consciousness ebbed away like a retreating tide, and his eyelids felt impossibly heavy. His thoughts became disjointed, like fragments of a dream, and then...

Creak.

His window was opening. He heard the shifting of heavy clothing against the frame… then nothing. He heard the click of the TV being turned off. Time became a slippery, elusive concept as Grian's unconscious form lay sprawled across the couch. Two pairs of hands grabbed onto him.

〰〰〰

"Jim, it's okay," Kristy put an arm around her boyfriend. Jimmy leaned into her with a quiet sigh. 

"I just can't believe this happened… Someone has clearly hacked their way onto the server and has some sort of grudge against us."

She ran a hand through his hair. "You've asked everyone in the Discord?"

"I tried. But they aren't responding, whether it be in-game or online." The blonde looked up at her. "They must be confused too, right? Why else would they not respond to me?" 

"I'm sure, dear." She assured him. "Hey, at least you got some fresh content. That'll be sure to get a ton of views."

"I suppose so…" Jimmy shrugged. “I wish I could’ve at least saved a version of this, so I’d be able to still do something.” 

“Take it as a fresh reset for Tumble Town… Though it was against your will, I think that you should take it as a sign to rebuild it better than before. It would even make sense in your storyline too, you know, with Sheriff Jimmy wanting to be respected and beheld. Rebuilding your empire will make sure of your admiration! Though I don’t know much about Minecraft, I’d love to help nonetheless!” 

“It’s tough, Kristy,” Jimmy tried to explain his woes. “Tumble Town holds so many memories!”

“It’s not like you don’t have them recorded, Jim.” She nudged him with a smile. “You have a YouTube channel, for love’s sake, all your memories are already loaded onto there, sometimes, with your friends’ perspectives too! Besides, you aren’t building it alone, you have so many friends who would love to help! You told me how everyone was jumping to give you resources, weren’t you?”

She’s right. Everything is online now. “Yeah… yeah, you’re right. I can rebuild Tumble Town, and make it even better–” The doorbell interrupted his thoughts. 

“I’ll get it, dear.” Kristy was quick to get up, giving her boyfriend a peck on the cheek. “Lighten up, Jim. Take it easy today.” She returned moments later with a letter. “It’s for you. I’ll leave it on the table.” 

“Thanks, Kristy.” Jimmy smiled, merely glancing at the envelope and spotting the ominous crimson seal. “Could you bring Norman in here, please?” 

“Of course. While you freshen up, I’ll start making us something for dinner, alright?” She lingered by the door. “Maybe if you’re up for it, we can watch a movie together.” 

“That’s very sweet of you, thank you.” Jimmy managed to say before she disappeared into the hall. Once she was gone, his eyes flickered to the desk, where the envelope lay. Could this be the letter that Tango mentioned? He reached toward it and upon grabbing it, investigated the thick seal.

“Actually, Jim,” he heard his girlfriend call from the kitchen, “can you cut some vegetables for me? It won’t take long, but having your help can really speed things up.” 

“Yeah, of course!” Jimmy slid the letter under his pillow and got up to go help her. I can text him about it later…

Once he and Kristy had made and eaten their dinner, the couple watched a movie with Norman asleep on their lap. Once it was done, they cleaned after themselves and Kristy parted ways to take a shower, leaving Jimmy alone on his bed, prepared to sleep. However, sleeping on his pillow and hearing the ruffle of paper underneath reminded him of the letter, and he was quick to take out his phone and call his Rancher, Tango, knowing he’d most likely be awake through their time zone difference. After hearing the sound of the shower and ensuring that Kristy wouldn’t come back to the bed, he pulled out the letter and pried at the wax gently to open it. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey Tango, it’s Jimmy…”

“ ‘Sup Jim, what are you calling for?” 

“I think I received the same letter as you.” Jimmy glanced over the paragraphs of writing, spotting the phrase ‘this is meant for you and the 9 other invitees’ and linking it to the same number he had remembered from the chat. 

There was a short moment of silence from the other end of his phone, and then Tango responded with just, “Oh.” 

“And- and I know it says don’t say anything…” he ran a hand through his messy hair, as his eyes once again skimmed the letter, “but I assumed, as a receiver of the same letter, you’d be able to give me some context?” 

“Whatever’s on there is exactly what I have, Jimmy,” Tango admitted. “I’m as clueless as you are.” 

“It’s all so confusing. Why didn’t they just email us? Or give us further details than just the fact that it’s Minecraft-based, we have to dress up, and we can’t record anything…”

“It’s quite creepy, but it lightens my worry that you got an invite too. I was actually not planning to go until I saw that Mumbo and Ren got the invite too.” 

“So you think it’s worth it? Spending a night at their theme park or whatever?” 

“If it’s not, at least I get to see my Rancher in person.” 

Jimmy grinned. “True, true. If it’s really not worth our time, it would only be a waste of 12 hours. They said transportation, food, and a place of stay are all covered, so it’s not like we’re even losing money. I’d be very excited to see more Hermitcraft and Empires members invited… And I’m sure there are more, ‘cause there’s no way they’d just invite me, a mid-tier content creator, when they have huge faces on the Empires SMP like Scott, Joel, and Lizzie.” 

“Oh Jim, don’t call yourself a ‘mid-tier’... I believe you are climbing to stardom.” Tango interjected. “But I do understand what you mean since Scott, Joel, and Lizzie all have wider fanbases and a long history connected to Minecraft and are more likely to be invited.” He laughed. “I actually feel the same way, to be honest. There are huge faces in Hermitcraft, like, obviously, Grian, Mumbo, and Scar… So it was surprising I got the invite, and it's relieving Ren and Mumbo got one too.” 

It sounds a bit risky. The wording sounds a bit too… friendly. 

“So, are you going, Jim?” 

Jimmy pondered this question, then after a moment, answered, “I think I might. I mean, I’d love to see more people in person. I think it would be a worthwhile 12 hours of my life. Besides, it's an excuse to dress up as a sheriff.” 

“Great! Then, I can’t wait to see you in person, Rancher.” 

The blonde’s worry seemed to disappear at that sentence. “You as well, Tango. I haven’t seen many of the Hermits in person either, so that’s going to be an exciting feat.” 

“Alright Jim, is that all?” 

Jimmy spotted another piece of paper in the envelope. “Yeah, that’s all. Thanks for the assurance.” 

“Of course. Thanks for calling me, man. Have a good night, alright?” 

“You as well.” 

The call ended and silence took over as he flipped over the paper. 

Jimmy,

You are our last attendee. Your invite wasn’t intended, it was to fill up a required spot. Don’t make the mistake your doppelganger did. Read the directions carefully, know the consequences, and prevent further faults. 

“Mistake? I was the last choice?” Jimmy’s smile broke into a frown. “What a demotivating and rude thing to say.” But the excitement of meeting his online friends muted the blaring alarm in his head and he carefully tucked the letters back into the envelope, pushed the wax in, and set it back onto the table as convincingly as he could. He heard the bathroom door creak open, and instantly rolled back into bed, tossing the covers over his head as he pretended to be asleep. However, the wax had rubbed against the pillow, and unbeknownst to Jimmy, he fell into a deeper sleep than he had intended to. 

Shadows wisped the blonde away before Kristy came to bed.  

“Jimmy?... Jimmy?!” 

〰〰〰

Tango had received the same fate once he had finished the call. Upon reading through the letter again, his hand rubbed against the wax as a nervous habit. Dizzy and disoriented, he had passed out and fallen off of his chair. The shadows were able to move him quite easily.

〰〰〰

Mumbo had spilled some tea on the envelope and had been trying to clean it up. Upon trying to dab off the stain, he had fainted beside his kitchen counter. They had entered through his backyard door. One had even drank his tea.

〰〰〰

Joel and Lizzie had been rummaging through their closets for outfits for the ‘party’ when Joel had been trying to save the wax because it looked pretty. The scent had wafted around the room, and the couple had passed out on their bed. The shadows were happy to kill two birds with one stone. Or in this case, two lovebirds with one letter. 

〰〰〰

Scott had been reading after he had picked up his mail. After pressing the wax unintentionally against many of the magazines, he fell unconscious after closely reading just a few pages. Unfortunately, his door was kept unlocked. 

〰〰〰

Ren was quite excited to be a part of a Minecraft party. However, he was quite suspicious of the seal, since it didn’t quite match any he recalled. Upon rubbing it, however, nothing came off, but he sure felt dizzy. He didn’t make it to the sink to splash water on himself, passing out in his hall. They broke in through his window. 

〰〰〰

Marytn was very happy to have the red wax seal, as he intended on using it for a button on his regular, bright green Minecraft skin to add some contrast. However, upon trying to scrape it out, he had fallen asleep in his closet. The shadows took a while to find him; they were almost convinced he had escaped.

〰〰〰

Joey was the only one who recognized this stamp. He had tried to throw it away, burn it, and even throw it in a paper shredder. But it always magically showed up again. Joey was convinced it had something to do with the thick wax, so he tried to pry it out. He passed out in his backyard, opposite his bonfire. The shadows extinguished it when they found him; they didn't want one of their players getting burned after all.

[shadowprime666]

So, in this art we have besides Poyd his beloved - autobot and simple soldier Chromia, who was not afraid of this terrible vampire and fell in love with him.

This art was inspired by rp with my best internet friend ;)

(I think that Chromia should be given a prize and a medal for bravery, because she was not afraid of the "great and terrible" Glowing Ghoul🤔?)

;)

[hikarihikkikomori]

Chromia my beloved 🤍🖤

Also what the hell the para did idk-😭

[hihimissamericanbi]

WIP Tag Game (with a sexy twist!!)

YALL. I have been tagged in this so many times (beloveds @kaleidoscopexsighs @wolfpadx @strezzlecki @thisliminalspacedaydreams @spookymoonie) but I do not have WIPs in my folder. :( I write until it's done then I send that shit before letting myself plot bunny hop away. The only WIPs I have are already on AO3.

HOWEVER. I do have. A document called. Smut ideas. Most are generic so can be turned into any pairing.

So, gaydies and gentlethems. Here are the first several words of each bullet point idea, just to tease. LMK if there is one that catches your eye and give me a pairing. Let the games begin.

1. That jegulily threesome orchestrated by pandora=foursome. 2. Classic window sex, showing off. 3. Organized orgy for the birthday girl ft friends fucking. 4. CUM RACE. a classic. 5. Medical examiner/surgery theater viewing thingie but at a kink club. 6. Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. 7. Tied up, blindfolded, gangbang. 8. Peeping tom/neighbor situation, all consensual. 9. Haven't tried enemies to lovers, plus only one bed? (ya'll I suggest you let me take this one if you want to see more bc i have a very very fun idea for it) 10. Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. 11. Kidnapped, fall in love? 12. Common enemy– have to fuck to fuck them over. 13. Lost in the woods, have to sleep naked.

Tagging more smut enthusiasts @emeryhall @we-are-swearwolves @lunarlivs @moongays @basiatlu @mono-chromia @theresthesnitch

[k----a27s]

Chromia and Ironhide shippers come get your juice! (Thought of this at around 10:35 P.M)

(While listening to this)

As someone who doesn’t really like canon ships in some shows Chromia and Ironhide are canon and i am a multishipper so Chromia and Ironhide start off as friends because they are both trigger happy and somehow after a rough start they end up civil. And when they got separated they didn’t realise their feelings yet but they did miss each other and no matter what they promised to always come back to each other. Chromia meets him again once on Cybertron and on Earth (for whichever continuity) and she says, ‘Hey there cannons, been a while huh?’ because I headcanon their interaction started off rocky because he accidentally almost offlined her with his precious cannons that she threatened to strip from him.

Then another conversation, ‘Good to have my best friend back’, she says as she looks at him.

He responds with a raised optic ridge, ‘I thought Elita was your best friend’ either that or

‘Damn, ’Hide. I surpassed Prime?’, one way or the other one of them says the best friend line first and the other responds in turn.

This hints to Camiens starting off asking their beloved to be their Amica Endura then Conju(n)x Endura. After a while, they ran to each other and embraced as the others were suprised at Ironhide hugging someone like his life depended on it. Then at their ceremony, they dance and kiss and he honours her with a dance as Camiens grew up dancing despite her disliking the ruling of her former planet. (I think she's secretly a really good dancer to get lost in her movements)

[yoshiintheweb]

top five empires, both seasons combined [:

Lore wise or build wise?

Well Lore wise it would be

1. Pixandria (MY BELOVED I MISS YOU EVERY DAY)

2. Grimlands+ Crystal Cliffs (i cannot seperate them they are one to me)

3. Mezalea <333

4. Gobland

5. Tumble Town

Build wise?!

1. GRIMLANDS

2. MEZALEA

3. Gobland

4. Chromia

5. Ancient Capital