#CHROMIA MY BELOVED

[echolocati0n-art]

tumblr gets this early as a treat because you guys are nice to me/j /lh @smajor1995

[synesthete-sylke]

some of my fav scotts !! yall should give me more to draw hes fun and there are So Many

its into the smajorverse out here

(reblogs very appreciated !!! love reading y'all's tags even when it's just a keysmash pfff)

[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

[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.

[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.

[scratterbrained]

Coming back to this with a different flavour, I saw some fanart of Chromia today and I didn’t instantly recognise her and ended up audibly saying “WHO is that twink?” While batting my eyelashes

The biggest struggle in the transformers fandom is trying to workout if someone genderbent a character or has just drawn this man in the cuntiest way possible

[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.

[seytazen]

When a Prime Falls

Ambition is the deadliest of poisons. It’s an unspoken fact. Codex Prime, one of the most beloved rulers in the history of Iacon, mysteriously falls victim to an assassin’s blade. The killer and their motives remained unknown, but they’ve unknowingly set destiny into motion. Rebels and propaganda are creating a perfect storm to rise up in the wake of the tragedy. The threat to those of noble standings are higher than ever, but they are determined to keep the status quo intact. As long as they keep Codex’s secrets hidden, they’ll be untouchable. Unfortunately, such is much easier said than done.

Orion had already accepted his predetermined fate as an ill-fit heir to the Matrix when his world came crashing down. A new destiny is unfolding for the entirety of Cybertron, and he will find himself at the head of it one day. He has much to learn before he is capable of holding such a burden, but he is determined to find the right path. Along the way, he’ll find twisted truths, buried histories, and pieces of himself he didn’t know existed.

Transformers— All Media Types

Tags

Royalty AU, Maximum High-stakes Drama, Romance, Viva la Revolution, Class Differences, Religious Trauma, Abuse of all types, Mutual pining, Unrequited Love, Infedelity, Regicide, Murder, Political Thriller, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Orion is disabled and is a main character, No he doesn’t become magically “fixed” at the end, Yes it gets in his way sometimes and effects his everyday life, Eventual happy MegaOp, IronOp, ShockOP (one sided), Arranged Marriage, Unhealthy Relationships, Finding Healthy relationships, Infedelity, Unethical relationships, Betrayals, Back-Stabbing, Mommy issues, Daddy issues, Omniscient 3rd POV, Unreliable Narrator, Sexual Assault, Rape, Dead Dove: Do not Eat in places, Lots of Plot Twists, Inheriting the Throne, Assassination, Heavy on the World building, Step-mommy is a creep, SLOW BURN, VERY VERY SLOW BURN, heart break, break ups, slooooooooow burn, Sexual frustration, Trauma, Sexual Taboo (Not extreme), Pent up feelings, Orion is repressed as fuck, Megatron is obnoxious, childhood friends romance dynamic, protector/protected romance dynamic, Gentle Sex, Reunion Sex, Oh my god we didn’t die sex, Sleeping with a superior officer, Sleeping around for power, Blood sports, Dark pasts, coup de ta, suicidal thoughts, Trigger Warnings, Painfully oblivious, multiple relationships, everyone loves Optimus Prime kind of, angst, fluff, family drama, mystery, politics, Continuity Soup

Characters

Royal!Orion Pax, Disabled!Orion Pax, Megatronus, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Soundwave, Senator Shockwave, Shockwave, Elita One, OCified!Onyx, ooc Vector Prime, Alpha Trion, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Kup, Caretaker!Ratchet, Drift, Swindle, Rodimus/Hot Rod, Codex, OCified!Nova Storm, Mafia Boss!Dai Atlas, Wing, ooc Halogen

Relationships

Optimus Prime/Megatron, Orion Pax/Megatronus, Drift/Ratchet, Senator Shockwave/Orion Pax, Ironhide/Orion Pax, eventual Dai Atlas/Wing, OC/Ultra Magnus, Chromia/Ironhide

Coming Soon!

Hello everyone, long time since I’ve written anything! I’ve got several unfinished works, but I am determined to finish this one. I’ve been gone for a while for a variety of reasons, mainly because of my home life and because I’ve been busy trying to earn my BA in Creative Writing! I’m an aspiring author, but I know I need more practice writing for an audience and marketing and such if I want to be successful in the publishing industry. Fanfiction is an awesome way for me to practice without any additional costs to myself! This isn’t a first draft for a book that I’m wanting to publish, but if I do publish something you’ll find some similarities lol. I’m going to be releasing the entire fic at once with a few sneak peeks for you guys here and there, just like I would a real book, so stay tuned!

To those who are interested in following me in this endeavor, I’m grateful for your support ❤️

[artsy-hobbitses]

Besides the code names, do the TTB characters have any other nicknames or terms of endearment for each other?

I can’t do a detailed list but off the top of my head;

Bumblebee/Benjamin: Baby Boy/Leprotto (Sunstreaker, ie. ‘little bunny’), Ahrairah (Jazz/Prowl), Benjie/Benjie Elliot (HotRod ie. his name + Billy Elliot)

Ratchet/Ronan: Ratch, Doc, Blackjack (Windblade, who introduces him to the show), Patch (Dinobots ie. skin graft on his face), Assclepius (Sunstreaker)

Prowl/Preston: Baobei (Jazz, ie. 'babe), Prick (Basically anyone not on good terms with him), Capn’ (Hotrod, respectfully after Prowl loses an eye and saves him from the Functionist Universe)

Jazz/Jace: Jayzee (Hotrod, from his initials 'Jace Zayden'), Jinwu (Prowl ie. ‘Golden Crow’ East Asian myth, meant to represent the sun)

Springer/Spencer: Hu Zi (Prowl/Jazz, ie. 'little tiger'), Spence, Mametaro (Windblade ie. 'bean boy' referring to his cuteness as a kid, bight green hair + unique origin), Cabbage Patch (HotRod ie. green hair + little fella + unique origin)

Mirage/Meirion: Merry (Hound), Casper (HotRod)

OP/Omar: Aul Man (HotRod), Glowstick Prime (Whirl), Al-Khattab (Shockwave)

First Aid/Fatima: Nightingale (Streetwise, referring to Florence Nightingale due to her bedside manner compared with Ratchet)

Alpha Trion/Aillard: Gandalf (Hotrod), Pagemaster

Arcee/Ai Xia: Aikira (HotRod/Windblade because GRANNY DOIN BIKE SLIDES BABY), Pohpoh (Younger folks, 'granny')

Sideswipe/Sergio: Fratellino (Sunstreaker), Tweedledee (Ratchet), Saif (First Aid, ie. 'Sword', as he's a frontliner), Enjy (HotRod ie. his 'Enjolras' coat), Barricade Boy (Mirage)

Sunstreaker/Serafino: Fratellone (Sideswipe), Tweedledum (Ratchet), Shamsir (First Aid ie. 'Sword', but also 'Sham' ie. 'Sun'), Lucifer/Lucy (StrongArm ie. his name, 'Angel' and his terrible demeanor)

StrongArm/Stella: White Dwarf (Sunny ie. her name--'Star'--her white hair and her short height), Evenstar (Sideswipe)

Kup/Kopisha: Bajyai (Springer, 'Grandma'), Harisa (Shockwave, ie. 'lioness')

Windblade/Wariko: Riko, Cara Mia (Starscream)

Chromia/Carina: Rina, Dora Milaje, Grace Jones

Drift/Dai: Deadman (Sunstreaker, his body count + ghost-seeing ability)

Starscream/Stefan: Red Baron, Pretty Bird (Shockwave), Uguisu (Windblade, 'Bush Warbler'), Pet (Windblade, not the way Tarn uses it but the way folks in Northeast England use it)

Ravage/Ramiro: Rami, Elskede (Laserbeak, ‘Beloved one’), Lapcat (Tarn), Bagheera (HotRod)

Laserbeak/Lara: Hot Topic (Hotrod), Mi Sol (Ravage, ‘My Sun’),

This is not comprehensive at all! I do have a cast of 40+ and the tangled relationship lines they weave between each other after all :'3 If you'd like to know about a specific person not named here, feel free to ask for that person specifically!

[passionmaterial]

Another old thing I'm bringing back into Circulation because I need more people to take note of this scene

Thunderhowl Yeeting Shadow Striker into a wall is the best thing he ever did and you can't change my mind.

Brought to you by one of my tiktok videos

[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

[sm0lcatfish]

i made my own empires swap au bc i thought it would be fun and it was!! it’s more based on the concept behind undertale storyshift

Sheriff Joey - A once lost individual who was taken in by a sheriff and trained to be the successor. He still keeps to himself, finding secrecy to be the best way to take down illegal activity. He can’t help but to get lonely, especially after demoting Shrub as deputy and giving the position to a cat instead.

Goblin Shrub - The last goblin and self promoted leader as there is none to compete in height, she hid into the caves when a strange glowing corruption took over her people and remained down there for years until eventually being found by Sheriff Joey, who she worked to impress and befriend before being rejected by him and being left to cure her people alone.

Great Witch Scott - A once beloved prince of a grand magical empire, of which created an ancient glowing corruption by sheer accident, being brought to this area to scout in secret so it could take over the entire area including the empires within it. However, he didn’t enjoy the idea of being spent to spy on the people he’s grown so close to, and instead chose to help them with his ice magic as best he could. The royal council declared that if he reared his head in their direction, he’d be executed with no hesitation.

Grand Architect Gem - An amnesiac who’s only true memory is the importance and safety of amethyst crystals, alongside mysterious signs that warn her of night. Later found out that she was once from a world where the moon tore through the earth, and she forced herself to forget due to the trauma, and left herself with no direction but a desire to feel a sense of family again.

God Fwhip - A lone, fanged god who tries to recreate what he once thought was a perfect world, creating pools of red and stone spires from the ground. If anyone dares to question him, he hopes they won’t miss their blood.

Protector Jimmy - Living in the ocean with his people, he was attacked by an evil tyrant of a salmon who chased the cod off and rejected him from his home. The cod have evolved to have the ability to move on land and took refuge in a seaside village, Jimmy promising to protect them all, and choosing to ignore the visions of red murderous magic.

Princess Pearl - Someone who works as a tailor and shows herself to her kingdom as a princess at day, she is under the cover of night spars with both her allies and enemies. After her loyalty was questioned by finding herself working with those revealed to be enemies, she’s forced herself to work harder both as a leader and a protector.

Chromia Pix - After leaving his home at a time of destruction, he traveled across the world and investigated skeletons and the like, always protecting their spirits and helping them live on as a ghost with his multicolored candles. These efforts, however, came to him losing his eye, of which he doesn’t regret.

Mayor Katherine - Living in fear of what others would think of her, Katherine lives in secrecy pretending to be a human while in reality she is a cat. She wants her animal-based society to remain in peace, and tries to keep positive allyship with all of the empires, trying to ignore the stress weighing in on her.

Pirate Saus - A proud captain whose ship and crew were overtaken by his enemy, a rivalry only started by their petty thievery to each other, and he found himself washed up on the shore. He’s made an attempt to build himself back up and even has begun learning magic from other empires in an attempt to prove himself, unaware about how this magic could overtake him.

Archeologist Lizzie - With no memories left, Lizzie found herself drawn to history to look for answers, feeling closer to herself with every artifact and structure she uncovers.

Prince Joel - A man who believes in nothing but your own self worth, and the sun. He doesn’t think anything could be wrong as long as the sun still rotates around, and despite his desire to stay under his rays, he can’t help but be drawn to the underground with it’s bright, unnatural fire.

felt silly and goofy, what do u think

[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)