#I don't like Chaos as a faction BUT if I did

[teknomagic]

Incorrect quotes from the Alpha legion

"The fuck are those"

"Oh I think those are marines primaris, they're new"

"And you knew? When were you planning to tell us?"

"¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

"shigh"

[media-illiterate]

@averagepsychouser Hi, those are my tags.

I acknowledge the original post was about Arcade and not the Independent ending, but Arcade's disappointment with independent Vegas is part of the writers overall intensely cynical take on the Followers, the Wildcard ending, and anarchism in general.

No matter what actions the courier does or does not take, the independent ending remains for the Followers the exact same. You can be a member of the Followers, do all their quests, and dump loads of supplies on them, but it changes nothing for their ending. You'd think they'd get a hand, at least from a good-karma Wildcard courier, but no; they remain overwhelmed and underfunded, despite one of their members literally running Las Vegas!

Its actually one of their worse endings, which is saying a lot because all their endings suck. The singular "good" ending for the Followers where they aren't overwhelmed, exiled, or outright destroyed is the one where they become subservient to the NCR. It's a pretty negative take on anarchists to say the only way they can succeed is by making themselves subservient to the state!

And while its fair to say that the courier probably doesn't have the skills to run a city-state by themselves, in a better written ending the Followers would be a solution to that. They are actually canonically capable of it: in one of the Great Khans' endings, the Followers help them build a quite successful government in Wyoming! You'd think they'd be able to help one of their own do the same, especially on a much smaller scale like a single city!

Independent vegas ending specifically

Nothing is more heartbreaking than trying to get Arcade’s personal quest, finishing it, having him LEAVE YOU PERMANENTLY, and then find out like 10 minutes later when you’re done with the battle of Hoover Dam that he’s actually not even happy about Vegas being independent.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Kept Safe

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

[qipoth]

SAGAU - SAHSRAU IDEA

𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ ━╋ ♪ •̩̩͙*˚ ❀

Yeah but this is a idea that is rotting my brain all over the week-

IMAGINE that you have an OC (almost self insert) for the game that you have been playing recently...And somehow, The voicelines are acting strange... Mentioning some unknown character (It names casually after your Oc) that has no been appeared....

Is just a coincidence...

You think that all of this is just a new character that is just gonna come the next version because is all that hoyoverse always do when a character is gonna come out. But the next version hits and is no character with the qualities that has been mentioned in.... And the signs is just getting more and more evident!!!!

And when you are exploring you see a new room for the faction that you always wanted to be part of it

And when you enter the room is the perfect room you ever imagined from you Your OC!!!

All of this is just strange... What is Hoyoverse cooking this time?? You think.....

But meanwhile in the universe, everything is in chaos, because the gaze of their almighty creator has been disappeared everyone is in panic

D-did they did something wrong?!?!

A-a-are you mad at them!?!?!?

DO YOU GET BORED OF THEM!?!!

But then, in this chaos it appears a new character!!! Everyone is stunned, because you. They hold the oh so divine essence of his creator!! Not even the Mc has that!! And the gaze returns even more warm, loving and gentle, like it is telling them that you bring them one part of you to them!!!!

You love them so much, right?

And the character asks to join to the traveler & paimon/Astral Express!! They are sooo lucky! So you get to travel with them

Don't pay attention to the obsessive eyes and glares that everyone has to you, the cligniness and the jealous glares that they trown to each other<3333

After all, you don't have to be worried to get hurt, they will protect you, At. every. cost.

Howdie!!!!<3

I'm not new in the community of Self-Aware, but I am new at all of this of the brainrot and fanfics!

I will be posting some ideas that I have or fanfics that it might be for there, also, you can use the ideas for the fanfics!! Just pls give credit...

So, I hope that my fanfics & ideas will be good for you!!!

Also I finally gain courage to write my own self aware blog pls be good

[harmonysanreads]

HARMONYYY i just finished the penacony quest and OH MY GOD. the emotional damage wtf... and the murderer 😕 i honestly don’t think anyone could’ve foreseen that

on another note, sunday really does have huge yandere potential !!! (i was swooning the entire time he was on screen im sorry.) he literally isn’t beating the allegations at all. even the other characters comment on how weird it is for him to casually keep a model of the golden hour, because what in the control freak 😭

he seems like he’d play dollhouse with darling. after all, in a place like that, every single aspect of it is under his thumb — literally. having that much control over your circumstances is a reassurance. oh, are the placeholder models crashing? don’t worry dear, he can fix the malfunctions. he can even make them speak more realistically for you. he can give anything to you, even change the layout of the place entirely if you’re bored of it. you want to get back to normal size? well, he can’t quite do that just yet, please understand..

or if he pulls that weird interrogation magic thing on them. darling who just lies through the entire thing, and he uses this to scare them about the death countdown while not mentioning the part that he has the power to really just cancel it in the end. though, the same trick won’t work on them twice. at least the process gets darling to become part of the family in the end.

not to mention the spies he has everywhere. stupid birds watching you in every corner…

idk i just want to hold him and shake him aggressively. out of love, of course.

- 🕯️

When I tell you I've lost sleep over the thought of just how much more Sunday is probably capable of doing, nonnie.

If he has access to technology and power like this, which are all unrestricted for his personal use moreover, imagine the things he's hiding. And imagine farther the things he had to do to get to where he is today, another dash of spice to the mix. I went back to his scenes and did some thinking. The me-slandering-Sunday is obviously a joke but I really, really hope people just don't focus on the morally-gray and questionable aspects of him and completely disregard his other characteristics now.

If you think about things from his perspective, he really is just trying his best to keep the image of The Family. But the loss of probably the only person he trusted with his heart and the disregard to bring justice to that case from The Family's side, compelled him to put his agenda first (as he himself mentions that he allowed Aventurine to pull that stunt so that it'd lure Gallagher out). What we get from this is, while Sunday is an extremely dedicated member of their faction, he had to learn to be selfish in certain situations to save his and Robin's backs.

The desire to control usually comes from a feeling of helplessness. We can make some speculations based on the current information of why Sunday has these tendencies, I've also seen some people say he has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but, we can't be sure until his full lore drops. Another thing to note about Sunday is how lonely he probably is, especially at present. The Family is in chaos, the situation of Robin, external forces' traps, the Charmony festival's deadline and he doesn't even have one person he can sit down with and not question their motives. He really must want to rest just as much as the characters around him are suggesting.

So basically, Sunday is a multi-layered character, just like Aventurine. He's definitely a politician, is what I'll say. Even though he is a control freak whose motives are hard to guess, he's still that little boy fighting for his and Robin's shared dream inside.

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓 ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of amazon's fallout show. feel free to adjust the wording and pronouns as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  and in that respect, he could be a cannibal or just like, crammed full of tumours. ❜ ❛  flesh is weak but steel endures. ❜ ❛  unless you know what to find and preserve, you're more useful as a corpse. ❜ ❛  how do we know they're not feral? ❜ ❛  well what makes you think i give a good goddamn about that? ❜ ❛  well what the fuck would you know 'bout where i'm from? ❜ ❛  but for me, well, i do this shit for the love of the game. ❜ ❛  you come from a place of rules, of laws. this place is indifferent to all of that. ❜ ❛  question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether? ❜ ❛  you earn the suit through acts of bravery. this is an act of bravery. ❜ ❛  and i'm telling you you're gonna go through a whole lot worse if you stay 'round here. trust me. ❜ ❛  clean hair. nice teeth. and all ten fingers. must be nice. ❜ ❛  the vaults were nothing more than a hole in the ground for rich folks to hide in while the rest of the world burned. ❜ ❛  you know your kind ain't welcome here. ❜ ❛  you gotta be fucking kidding me. ❜ ❛  you'll be lucky if you can make it to fucking breakfast. ❜ ❛  i'm sorry for yellin', been shot in the leg. ❜ ❛  do you have anyone else you can trust in this town? ❜ ❛  do i really have to kill him? ❜ ❛  well, if you like the taste of lavender, why not just drink a bottle of perfume? ❜ ❛  that's the worst thing i've ever put in my mouth. that's horrible. ❜ ❛  do unto others as you would have done unto you. ❜ ❛  thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time. ❜ ❛  water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. ❜ ❛  where do you think you're going? you ain't going nowhere. ❜ ❛  there you are, you little killer. ❜ ❛  no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs. ❜ ❛  i may end up looking like you, but i'll never be like you. ❜ ❛  i really wanna believe you but practically every person i've met up here has tried to kill me. ❜ ❛  listen, hey. you don't get this medicine, you're gonna pass out, okay? and if you lose consciousness, we're both gonna die. ❜ ❛  i've seen these in old engineering manuals but never in real life. ❜ ❛  now, seeing as everyone on earth seems to be after that thing, i'm guessing that's what you're looking for too? ❜ ❛  and you could've killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. ❜ ❛  i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me. ❜ ❛  i hate it up here. ❜ ❛  the things i'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me. ❜ ❛  hey, hey, hey. come here. i'm sorry. i know you always try to do the right thing. that's what i love about you. ❜ ❛  trust doesn't come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. ❜ ❛  in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. is that true in your case? ❜ ❛  these people are hiding something from us, and i'm gonna prove it to you, okay? ❜ ❛  there's always some new little faction, ain't there? brand new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world. ❜ ❛  so what d'you think [name]? am i really walking out of here today, or are you gonna try and draw on me for what i did? ❜ ❛  a good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy. ❜ ❛  and yet power is taken, not given. a lesson you seem to have learned. ❜ ❛  war never changes. ❜ ❛  you look out at this wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i wanna talk to. ❜ ❛  maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try. ❜

[iridescentdove]

I need a BSD x Reader where it’s just the reader casually rizzing up everyone like no one is safe from the reader’s infinite rizz, not the ADA, not the PM, not the DOA, not the guild, and definitely not the Hunting Dogs, not even civilians; it’s literally everyone that is getting rizzed up, while the reader is aware and laughs and points at every clown they rizzed up.

THE ULTIMATE RIZZLORD.

various!BSD x reader

A/N: anon, I would like to point out how much I love you and this request right now. also, I put the reader in the port mafia for fun because why not.

Absolutely speechless.

This is how everyone felt – well, whether whoever it may be, there was just one thing all could collectively agree on. They may all be feared and powerful factions that anyone could basically kneel down to, however ...

Who THE FUCK is this audacious person?

MORI was the first to witness your ass flirt with every single person you saw. But no, did you even care? Not at all. He stares, bewildered and mildly in concern as you came up to every single person you saw – completely distracted from the mission at hand as you asked women to step on you, choke you ...

He wants you throw you back from where you came from.

Oh wait, nevermind. You were now flirting with HIM. MORI is in even more shock at your confidence. Damn, pretty bold of you. But he actually thought you kinda hot fr. Elise still #1 bae tho

And somehow, you were taken up to being an executive. Everyone is morbid and utterly terrified.

How the fuck is someone like you an EXECUTIVE?? HELLO??

CHUUYA turns as red as his hair could ever be. Look man, he just wanted to complain about Dazai and you here just ..

"That fucking idiot Dazai! I'll rip him apart!"

"Yes daddy- I mean, can you do that to me too?"

"... What?"

"Ooh~ those fingers are so slender and pretty .."

"Wh-"

"Mind if I ... caress them a little, babygorl?"

"(Y/N) WHAT-"

Aww, look at that, Chuuya is deader than Odasaku <3

But God forbid you be taken on important missions against another factiom because fuck man. All you're there for is 1% fighting, 99% rizzing.

Y'know when everything was in chaos in Yokohama bcz of the Guild trying to take over? Everyone's fighting their ass off, God knows where DAZAI is but no one cares, and you?? Uh yeah already guessed it.

Tryna rizz up the agency.

Like yes, they're in trouble, everyone is, we know but fuck war we want fictional men. And women.

"Are you lingo? Because we can make a good duo 😏" - you

"... Did you just make a duolingo pickup line" - kunikida

Man times when the port mafia and the agency are in a truce, you're there back and forth flirting nonstop. Everyone is red, turned on from your oh so amazing rizzler skills

DAZAI enjoys your company obviously. Both of you create so much chaos, but even sometimes you're so much worse than him. You're the only one who can actually surprise him. Like wtf bitch stop flirting with the damn secret police?? Uh??

You make suicidal jokes, whispering them so sexily in his ear he wanna take you to the bed right there mamasita lip bite

Oh, the Decay of Angels wanna achieve world domination? They can dominate sumn else if you know what I mean

No words can express how terrified u keep making everyone THAT'S FYODOR HE'LL KILL YOU WITH A TOUCH BITCH- oh wait nvm he's melting from all of your rizz and affection.

You are literally so sweet but so confusing. SIGMA sees you around the Sky Casino just chilling and flirting with everyone you see. He don't mind cause you hot anyway

The Guild kinda ... actually, no. They're not safe. FITZGERALD? More like Rizzgerald cause this bitch 'bout to get rizzed so hard he turns poor

Yeah .. I don't take it to heart.

You'll just be up in their ass even after the Yokohama incident. Literally all of them both love and hate you. "Should we throw her off a cliff or kiss her" "Idk the second option is kinda tempting tho" "Boss, what do we d-" "Both."

DAMN LOVECRAFT AND BRAM TOO?? BITCH STOP 😭

No one can escape from your rizz. Okay one time you got kidnapped by the fuckin Hunting Dogs but you just?? Started to rizz up and call JOUNO ur bbygorl?? He is seconds from slicing your head off but he gave up at this point.

Where you got that rose from 🤨

Why the fuck is romantic music playing 😐

You asked FUKUCHI himself to choke you and slam you against the wall. Not even an ounce of regret of fear.

Everyone officially is scared of you.

ANGO isn't free from this either, bitch. You'll strut into the room all happy to talk for a mission and all but ... uhh. "So you're from the Special Division? I can't blame you then ... I feel as if I have something special going on for you."

ANGO, internally: iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp-

Sadly, he is now a simp.

The fact his face turns so red is not unnoticed by you. You laugh, clowning everyone you literally rizzed up no joke. They're so in love with ur pretty/handsome/hot ass 😔

No one is free. If you find a pretty bird, ask it's hand for marriage. There is no other way but that.

Mk but the way you literally hit on AKUTAGAWA do be funny. Bitch is so oblivious, he just thinks you're another certain blonde hair slaying bitch 😳

By the time he actually knows you're rizzing him up by being more direct about your advances, he is questioning life.

But bcz you're SOO close to DAZAI maybeee we can ...

Work sumn out, you know? heh

One day the mafia just be chilling and BOOM heree comes the wh00000re~ hello wh000re~ welcome~ 😍

(i am so sorry if this offends someone it's a meme-)

Cue everyone sighing as you come in and start your daily routine which is rizzing. You'll be caressing KOUYOU's cheek, talking to CHUUYA with that sexy ass deep voice, whispering in MORI's ear, and everytime you breathe the vine boom sound effect comes off.

Can't say they don't like it though. We all know we have some horny deviants lovestruck little cuties <3 but let's just say it's hard being here with those hoes 😔✌️

Yet most especially,

You.

*bites lip* (i am sorry.)

[darkstarofchaos]

Spoilers for EarthSpark S2 below the cut.

The problem with Starscream isn't that he was evil. I have to lead with that because apparently if you complain about how he was handled, people are just going to assume you wanted him to be redeemed. I am not a Starscream redemptionist, nor am I a fan of "redemptions" where an evil character becomes a Good Guy. One of the biggest issues I have with Megatron redemptions is that he never actually has to address what he did to his own side, he just fucks off to join the other side/goes his own way. Suffice to say, I was not hoping for EarthSpark to "redeem" Starscream (unless it was in the more personal sense of trying to do better by his own people).

The problem with Starscream is not that he was evil. The problem is that, to make him the specific brand of evil the Powers That Be wanted, they had to completely ignore his previous characterization.

I honestly did not have a problem with most of his (admittedly few) scenes. His motivation for being Evil was disappointingly shallow, but him being grumpy-but-accepting of the new Terrans fit with his S1 characterization. The bit where Skywarp complains when he doesn't do anything to punish "Spitfire's" disrespect could easily have been spun as him trying to be a better leader after his talk with Hashtag. I liked that he isn't stingy with praise when someone accomplishes something. Even the painfully underdeveloped motivation could have been expanded into him trying to do what he thought was best for his faction. All the building blocks for a villainous-but-sympathetic Starscream were right there.

Which is why watching everything fall apart in the last 20 minutes felt like character assassination.

You cannot convince me that the Starscream who knew Hashtag for an hour and was ready to risk his life for her is the same Starscream who murdered two children without blinking. You cannot convince me that the Starscream who criticized Megatron's violent leadership would consider it a compliment when he's called more cruel than Megatron. I don't care what previous Starscreams were like, this one had an established characterization that does not work with what we see later. Not unless working with the Autobots briefly completely disillusioned him to the possibility of a lasting peace.

Also, love how the time skip allows them to just avoid any sort of fallout from having the people you were working with go back to trying to kill you. Love how there was no deeper reason to the war restarting than "they're Decepticons". Heaven forbid we get any sort of conflict with the two sides trying and failing to work together, and the falling out being a shared responsibility and not just "the Cons were actually still evil, lol". Can't have anyone grappling with how things went wrong and wishing they'd done something differently to maintain the peace. Megatron yells at Starscream to end the war like the Autobots played no part in it continuing. Which is obviously the intent, but it just feels like such a lazy copout to keep the Good Guys morally pure.

The Decepticons were being hunted down and locked up. They had no reason to think well of the Autobots or the humans, which means that if the Autobots wanted peace, it was their responsibility to reach out and prove that things could be different. Yes, the Decepticons would need to put in effort too, but they were not the ones - at least not the only ones - who needed to prove that they meant well. If the two sides worked together for a while and the Decepticons still unanimously rejected the possibility of ending the war, the Autobots share the blame for that decision.

I have plenty of other issues with how S2 is going so far (why was Nightshade the only Terran who got completely relegated to side character?), but I'll save my rant about the Chaos Terrans for later. It'll be huge, trust me.

[deathbxnny]

greetings, scar, jiyan and aalto saving a teen!reader from a TD attack/outburst?

I really enjoyed writing this request, Anon, so thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you'll enjoy this!!<33

Content: Angst, mentions of near death for reader, teen reader, hurt/comfort, platonic relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》AALTO

Aalto looked away from you for 2 seconds, only to find himself in the middle of a TD attack and unabke to see you anywhere. He panics, yelling your name over the crowd of monsters that blocked his view of you whilst trying to keep an eye on Encore, who looked equally as worried. "Damnit... Encore! Keep them back long enough for me to find them, okay?" Aalto yelled out as he pushed his way through the wave of enemies determinedly.

Different from the pink haired girl, he knew that you had a much harder time fighting back since your skill set wasn't good enough for that yet. So he had to find you and fast. "Kid?! Where are you?" He shouted over the blaring sound of gunshots, Encore's giggles somewhere in the distance, and the screeching of TDs around him.

His heart dropped when he finally saw you pressed up against a tree and cornered by several monsters. Knowing that he had to save you, he immediately sprung into action and took care of the threats before they could lay a hand on you. Encore joined you two soon after everything settled down, having somehow taken down most of them on her own.

The older man was meanwhile left panting and hunched over, clearly exhausted mentally and physically by the ordeal whilst you casually stood next to your pink haired companion. "Ah... I'm getting too old for this..." Aalto muttered weakly before looking up at the both of you with a deadpan.

"You know... maybe those parents with child leashes weren't that weird after all..."

》JIYAN

Jiyan was calmly resting and drinking tea on the military base when a soldier suddenly came running in completely disheveled. He didn't waste any time telling him about how the patrol division you were a part of was attacked and needed backup immideatly. Knowing that you were still too young to handle such a massive wave of enemies, the general immideatly stood up and made his way to you.

He wasted no time to cut down through the masses with his own troops and weapon until he found you surrounded by huge TDs. You were clearly exhausted and definitely at the brink of collapsing, something that worried the man even more as he approached you quickly.

"Don't worry, (Y/N)! I'm right here." He reassured you gently, wanting to lessen your fears as he made quick work of the monsters. His troops came in afterward to take control of the situation better and to tend to the injured on his command, whilst he checked up on your shaken form. He knew that it was wrong to send someone as young as you out here, but he couldn't have expected that a short and small patrol could cause such chaos.

"Sorry, this won't happen again, I promise... are you injured? Let's go back to the base." The man hummed as he called in for a retreat and took you back for a checkup.

He was just glad that he was there on time.

》SCAR

Scar was having the time of his life, as he watched a massive wave of TD monsters attack and destroy troops of the enemy faction below the ledge he was standing on. A bright grin rested on his lips, chest swollen with arrogant pride whilst he crossed his arms tightly. "Haha! Look at them struggling down there! How pathetic, am I right, brat?" When he didn't hear you agreeing like you usually do, he turned his head towards you with a raised brow. "... brat? Where the-" Realising that you had disappeared, he scanned the area quickly to look for you, only to see you fighting back against TDs below him as well.

"Huh??? Oh, you've got to be kidding me-" Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he jumped down immideatly to snatch you up by your collar after he got rid of the monsters with a simple attack. "How did you even get down here? Whatever, just don't do that again, got it? Man, and I was just having fun too..." The man huffed, yet froze at your nervous and ashamed expression.

You were the youngest of the Fractsidus members and often hung around Scar during missions for guidance. So disappointing him was the last thing you wanted to do, something he knew ofcourse. Sighing deeply, he cleared his throat. "Not that it matters. Let's get out of here before our dearest enemies call in for backup." He hummed before just casually throwing you over his shoulder and walking off.

It seemed like he had a soft spot for you after all, despite your initial doubts.

[lafaiette]

The level of disappointment I feel for the new dragon age game is just so consuming. Like I'll admit that after so many years, I didn't think it would hold true to what the previous game set up. But I hate that I was right, and I hate that a game series I loved so much sas turned into what it is now. I didn't buy it at launch because I wanted to wait for a sale, but with all that I'm hearing I'm wondering if it's even worth it. I'm just so sad for how this all went and I wish it hadn't happened. It even makes replaying the old games feel like scorched earth because nothing I do will have an effect on anything. It never mattered. The game that said my choices matter has now said "actually you never mattered" and I'm so heartbroken about it.

It even makes replaying the old games feel like scorched earth because nothing I do will have an effect on anything. It never mattered. The game that said my choices matter has now said "actually you never mattered" and I'm so heartbroken about it.

This is also one of the most painful parts for me, together with the way they handled - or ignored - a majority of the established lore.

In Veilguard, we learn that the majority of the South is basically gone: Denerim is lost, Redcliffe is under siege, getting help from the dwarves of Orzammar, who are already stretched thin. The ruler of Ferelden is never addressed - what happened to them? Are they still alive? Are they defending Redcliffe? We'll never know.

Orlais is also lost. Val Royeaux and Halamshiral are barely holding on, and a noble faction decided (for some stupid reason) to join the Venatori and spread even more chaos. The ruler of Orlais is never addressed - are they dead? Did the rebel nobility kill them? What happened to Briala's elves? We'll never know.

Kirkwall has fallen, and Aveline has been forced to evacuate the city and move the few survivors to Starkhaven. We know that Varric is dead, so Aveline or someone else will have to take his place, if Kirkwall can even be recovered (doubtful at this point).

The Blight is back in Ostagar and the Korcari Wilds, too, with only some Avvar and Alamarri clans keeping things under control while in a temporary truce with Ferelden.

Everything we ever accomplished in DA:O, DA2, and DA:I is gone. They turned the South into a blank state so they can leave it there, ignoring it, now that the focus will be on Those Across the Sea, as the secret ending slide shows. This blank state will also allow them to return to the South, should they ever wish to, but without the need to take into account the players' past choices, because everything we knew, everything we built and fought for, is gone.

"Oh, Ferelden changed so much in the last twenty years or so, ever since that terrible Blight caused by the elven gods!"

"Orlais isn't the same anymore, there is another civil war because we lost our previous ruler. Who was it? Oh, I don't know, I wasn't born yet, I couldn't care less."

"Pity about Kirkwall. I heard it was a shithole, but the beer at the Hanged Man was apparently pretty good."

^ This is what we will get in the future.

[mama-qwerty]

Okay, so I'm working on the next chapter of Lost and Found, and rewatched the little Master Emerald backstory scene for details.

I just noticed something.

Tails said that with the Master Emerald, "a single warrior could defeat entire armies".

Could.

That's not the same as did.

I know it's speculated that this version of what happened wasn't the full truth, as history is written by the victors and all that. So it's very likely that the owls aren't the benevolent heroes that Sonic and Tails were led to believe. And they read this account in an owl temple, which would of course make the owls out to be the good guys, and the echidna out to be the bad guys, with no gray area in between.

Now, based on game lore, we know that the echidna did go after the Master Emerald with the intention of using its power for themselves. But movie lore isn't the same, or at least isn't following the same beat-for-beat game story. So there could be some play there.

Another thing that pokes at me is the masks the echidna from all those years ago wear. They look suspiciously bird-like to me, in much the same vein as the ones Knuckles' tribe wore more recently. With the latter, you could see that as an "I'll wear the skin of my enemies to scare them in battle" kinda thing, but why would echidna from ages ago wear bird masks, if they didn't already have a beef with the owls?

So maybe the owls and echidna were already beefing, and in an attempt to either defend themselves, or end the war before more blood was shed, the echidna formed the Master Emerald. This scared the owls shitless, and they decided nuh uh, that ain't fair, and decided to remove the ME from the echidna and just hide it away, thereby doing an about face and making themselves out to be such kindly and good-hearted folks to have 'saved the galaxy' from the 'horrible danger' that the echidna presented.

Or

The owls were the ones who coerced the echidna into forming the Master Emerald in the first place.

Maybe the two species coexisted in peace for the most part, but there was a faction of the owls that wanted more. Maybe the echidna at the time were more pacifists, and content with guarding or protecting the island and gems more than anything.

Maybe there was an order of echidna that trained under the owls as warriors, under the guise of becoming better guardians for those they protected. They didn't seek power or want to conquer, they simply wanted to keep their loved ones and home safe.

But the owls took advantage of this desire, and convinced them to form the seven chaos emeralds into a single gem, one that held unimaginable power. One the owls hoped to use as a weapon, perhaps against the echidna themselves.

Once the ME was formed, it grew too powerful, too tempting for the echidna to resist, and one single echidna warrior became fused with it, possibly by accident, becoming more powerful than any before.

The owls, not wanting to fess up to being the ones who planted the idea for the echidna to do this, stepped up as the heroes of the galaxy, bravely fighting this power mad echidna for the good of all.

The echidna, feeling betrayed, now have a royal beef with the owls, and vow to retrieve what they'd been tricked into creating, and then had stolen away from them. So they truly were looking to restore their honor, because the owls had taken advantage of them, and pushed them to do something that went against their very nature and code.

I hope this makes sense, I'm just spitballing off the top of my head.

I don't know if we'll ever discover the whole truth to what happened when the ME was formed, but am certain that there's no clear good and bad in this.

[ooooo-mcyt]

Where would you place gem, Pearl, Lizzie and Mumbo if they were in third life?

Personally I’d have gem and Pearl as their own team aligned with the flower husbands, Lizzie with Joel, and I don’t know much about mumbo but it would be interesting to have him in Dogwarts, as Grian and scars enemy

This is a fun thought experiment.

If they were in Thirdlife, I personally feel like Gem would have been aligned with Dogwarts for at least most of the season. I think she would have been offput by Grian and Scar's aggression and would have defaulted to the Eastern alliance and specifically Ren, since he probably would have been generous in offering her cheap enchantment like everyone else. That being said I also think Gem would have been offput by being asked to bow to anyone when Dogwarts got into their powerplaying phase, and probably would have dropped her alignment with them, most likely joining up with Team Crastle if I had to choose.

Pearl is an interesting one. She'd probably join in on antagonizing the Village People on day one and burning Etho's tree because it'd be fun, which would put her immediately at odds with Etho, Impulse, and Tango. She might be immediately friendly with Scar and Grian because of their shared chaos, but I don't think she'd jump for the "lets guard sand all season" plan, nor would she be happy with being asked for inordinate amounts of materials from Scar for "friendship", so I don't think any sort of alliance with them would last long. At this point she'd probably set herself up as an individual player. From there I think she could either be adopted early by Ren, at which point I think she'd stick with Dogwarts all season, even after they start into their powerplaying phase, or she could remain alone, at which point I think she'd meld into the general anti-Dogwarts faction in the final days of the server (similar to how joel did).

As for Lizzie, this is a tricky one. I think she probably would have gone for a similar tactic in Thirdlife as she did in Lastlife; setting up a little dark oak grove. This most likely would have placed her in the corner between the desert and the flower valley, alongside BigB. Because of this, I can actually see an alternate universe here where Lizzie and BigB end up as a team and ally with Scott and Jimmy, which would change the actual Thirdlife alliances probably because in this world either Scott and Jimmy probably would have aligned with Dogwarts around the time BigB did, or none of them would have had much contact with Dogwarts until they came to threaten them, and all would have joined up with Scar and Grian in the lategame.

Finally Mumbo. I can see one of two things happening with him. Either Scar and Grian, being kinda obsessed with him a little bit, snatch Mumbo up like their little purse dog for the season, or Mumbo is drawn into the Village People early on and the villager project, mostly likely ultimately putting him either in Team Crastle or with Dogwarts in the late game. The two factions were allied for most of the season, so it honestly probably would have come down to who Mumbo was actively standing with when Ren decided to cut Cleo out of the alliance. Those are three timelines I find equally likely, honestly.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Struck by an Arrow from Eros

Author's note: Debut of Malum Caedo in Blueberry Pie

Summary: Malum is doing is duties- and heads from one place to another and spots a certain Serf and feels like some one just struck him in the chest near his hearts

Warning: Let me know if I need to add anything.

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You had heard of Sternguard Veterans, they are elite battle brothers who help cover their brothers when they have to do a strategic, fighting retreat.

Rare as it is for the Ultramarines to cede ground and not fight and win the day. But sometimes, for the good of the whole, a retreat is called in, and the Sternguard ensure that whoever it is that made the might 13th chapter retreat regrets it immensely.

You have heard that Sternguard veterans, once deployed on the battlefield have turn the tides from a fighting retreat to victory. You had heard of at least one Sternguard veteran who had fought and won against a planet full of Chaos.

That Sternguard veterna's name is Malum Caedo. He had finished a mission, that you had heard had been started by the previous Captain of the Second Company, Titus.

Who had been... acquired by the Inquisition for a while, but that had been before the Awakening of their Primarch. Who had insisted that all of the Sons of Guilliman who are Loyal be returned to Ultramar, to swear oaths to him.

You were but a mere Serf, but even you had heard that the Primach had gotten what he wanted. Even if some of the other factions in the Imperium had been loathe to give up the Sons of the 13th.

Sternguard Veteran Malum Caedo had been one such individual, or so you had heard. Because he survived what had been deemed unsurvivable.

The Inquisition demanding him, among others, a chapter of gleaming silver and blue helmed statues that watched them. Apparently, Primarch Guilliman did not like how many of his sons had been... ill-treated by the other factions for Surviving the battles with Chaos and still Loyal.

You are shaken from your thoughts when you hear the tromp of Ceramite on ship floors. You look around and spot the large for in blue and gold and you shift where you are to give the Lord Angel more room.

As you bow slightly to the Lord Angel, you continue to do your tasks. Humming to yourself softly, a song that you had been taught as a young child that helped the work go by faster.

You don't immediately notice that the Astarte has stopped moving and he is watching you. You feel something- a weight, lightly touching you.

You shiver and look around for the source, knowing that you aren't being squished by something you notice the Lord Angel watching you.

"Lord Angel," You say with a bow, "Is there something I can do to aid you?"

You notice his helmet has golden laurels gracing the crown of his head. That means an Honorable Veteran. Survivor of many battles, at least you think that's the case.

He is watching you, head tilted as he watches you and his voice rumbles out deep and smooth, "that song... it is familiar to me."

"If I bothered you with my humming, I apologize, Lord Angel," you reply nervously.

"Your voice is pleasant with music," Malum Caedo said, shaking his head a little. "It wasn't bothering me."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Angel," You reply flattered by the compliment.

Some of the Lord Angels could be highly temperamental, Lord Sicarius face coming to mind with his thunderous scowls and stinging words. You still don't know what it was that you had done to offe d the Illustrious Second Captain so.

Lord Ventris said that it was because his older brother, the Second Captain, Sicarius didn't know how to process... then he'd fade off and shake his head, and a spark of mischievous light would appear in his eyes, and the Lord Angel would scoop you up affectionately and nuzzle you. You would squeak and fluster at the affection, and then Captain Sicarius would stomp by and snarl at the younger Ultramarine for being uncouth.

[cleverthylacine]

Just watched Ep 1 of Earthspark S2. And I'm furious.

Don't read this if you don't want spoilers. Or if you think the showrunners can still do no wrong, and are unprepared for the level of Incandescent Fury of which I am capable. But if you DO have spoilers for the whole season and understand my particular vibe, PLEASE read this and reblog with answers (but use the cut for the sake of my followers)...

Reasons why I'm mad:

A year goes by in which all of the stuff I was actually interested in presumably happened: dealing with GHOST, the Decepticons and Autobots cooperating, and also, Mo and Robby getting cool mech suits.

Then for no reason other than "Decepticons huh" the Decepticons apparently forgot their alliance, turned on Our Designated Good Guys (tm) and just randomly started trying to conquer and/or kill everything again. Or were they screwed over, yet again? I really hope so, not because I want them to suffer but because there needs to be a freaking reason why they turn on other Cybertronians when they are stuck on Earth. But I don't have a good feeling about it given the contemptuous attitudes displayed by Bee (as usual, because ES Bee is a fucking asshole) and Robby (disappointing, he wasn't like that before).

And we never did get to find out what the fuck was up with GHOST or why the Decepticons were all in jail (and no, "Decepticons huh" is not an acceptable reason--they have every reason to hate us.)

Breakdown is a terrible parent for no reason? BREAKDOWN?

The Chaos Terrans thing gives me the same willies that the Orcs in Tolkien (I am not a Tolkien fan) used to do. I am not comfortable with the eugenicist/ableist notion that people can be born corrupt and innately evil, especially not if it has something to do with HOW they were born.

Soooo... if you've finished the season (I know you've been posting a bit about it) is there any reason for me to continue?

Reasons I would continue:

Ravage continues to be basically the same Ravage I write, only much smaller.

RavWave (as a ship, not just platonic interaction, mostly because I would watch anything for that no matter how messed up)

Explanation that there actually is a reason why the Cons turned on everyone, and what that reason is. Did they want to put them back in jail? Did they want them to do forced labour? Did Megatron start whaling on Starscream again? I note Tara isn't around Con HQ, what does Tara know?

Quints are interesting and not just scary (the Quints in Cyberverse scared me more than many adult horror movie villains did, BUT they are also just kinda evil and mean and we have no idea why, which would not have been particularly interesting at all except for the fun of watching Hot Rod and Soundwave become the faction leaders while OP and Megatron were unable to be)

Chaos Terrans are not innately bad or do not need some mystical power of nuclear heteronormative family to make them good

The Decepticons get something out of the ending other than screwed

We find out more about Dot and Megs

Some Cons are good parents

More Tarantulas and Nightshade content

Hashtag continues to have a relationship with Starscream that affects the plot as it develops

We are actually told what happened during the year they missed

Reasons I would not continue:

Cons are just bad because cons are bad.

Ravage is Soundwave's daughter or pet or in some other way not actually a grown-ass adult Decepticon officer, making Soundwave a father who raises child soldiers or a guy who runs dogfights, which is not cute even if he is snatched af

(they don't have to be lovers though my shipping heart was pleased when their PDA in the deleted scenes embarrassed Starscream, but she has to be a Real Independent Person who could be someone's partner if not his)

Chaos Terrans are innately bad until "saved" by the Power of Love And the Nuclear Family (or just innately bad)

Emberstone continues to be Allspark Mark II so why even change the name?

Bee's incredible assholery is never called out (it's not funny when a starving person accidentally kills their starving teammate due to a mistake they made because they were starving)

Only Autobots and people who form nuclear families can be good parents

Everyone being friends with the cows goes to the PETA place

Cons get nothing but screwed

Please tell me this series hasn't gone where I was afraid it would. Or let me know that it has so I can decide if it's going to be so bad I'll be mad the whole time like I was in Ep 1.

Warning: anyone who clowns on this post to be a RavWave anti or say "The Decepticons are supposed to be pure evil, duh!" will get blocked.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Golden Age of Sci Fi

Robert Heinlein: now i usually tell stories over at space coven Heinlein: but i thought I'd come over and tell you a story Heinlein: about alien puppet masters Heinlein: i call it the puppet masters Barker: are they alien? Heinlein: Heinlein: oh you've heard it?

Clive Barker: ugh space coven? Barker: those guys are the biggest nerds King: i thought you said unicorn fuck club were the biggest nerds Barker: no i said they were the biggest dorks Barker: there's a difference

Barker: nerds and dorks are totally different King: what do you mean, what's the difference? Barker: let me explain it this way Barker: you stephen are a dork Barker: but edgar is a nerd Poe: now hold on there Mary Shelley: no he's right

Heinlein: I call this story Heinlein: In the Realm of the Electric Medusas, What Measure the Measure of a Man? Heinlein: it's about a space guy who shoots aliens Heinlein: with a laser

King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: what? King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: oh like i dunno Heinlein: big green bug-eyed slug monsters Heinlein: you know like just your standard alien Heinlein: the one everyone's writing Heinlein: the important thing is they get shot

Heinlein: you know what i love about aliens? Heinlein: you can just beat 'em up! Pow Zap! Bang! Heinlein: shoot them with a big gun!!! Heinlein: and no pinko commie's gonna tell you to stop! ha ha! yeah! Heinlein: hey do you guys play warhammer?

Heinlein: so do you guys play warhammer? Barker: no King: not really Poe: nope Koontz: uh uh Lovecraft: no Heinlein: Heinlein: oh Heinlein: do you WANT to play warhammer?

Heinlein: see what's cool is, it's both a game and a collection Heinlein: look at these cool space marines Heinlein: pretty bad ass don't you think? Heinlein: i wish they gave them more guns tho Heinlein: so i was reading about these new rare miniatures in stormbringer magazine Barker: oh my god i'm dying

Heinlein: so anyway everyone knows the chaos space marines are the best faction cuz you can access specific Stratagems using the chaos emeralds Barker: i can't take this nerd shit Barker: [weakly] mary please Barker: [weakly] save us from these nerds Barker: [weakly] bring your shiv

Barker: hey did you see starship troopers? Heinlein: hell yeah brother!!! i love that shit! Heinlein: love when they shoot the bugs! Yeah! Heinlein: i love that shit Heinlein: UNIRONICALLY!

Heinlein: starship troopers movie is so cool Heinlein: i love it! Heinlein: it's totally what i saw in my head when i wrote the book! Heinlein: they captured my ideas perfectly! Heinlein: what Heinlein: what's so funny

Barker: haha you dingus, it was a satire! they were making fun of you haha Heinlein: what? shut up! Heinlein: stop mocking me! Heinlein: I'm a serious hard science fiction writer! Heinlein: I predicted the water bed!

Heinlein: bang! pow! i love killing aliens! Heinlein: oh, you're different than me huh alien? huh? is that it?! Heinlein: where the fuck do you get off?! Heinlein: [miming gun] bang! bang! Heinlein: and that's why i'm a member of the SFWA

[healix17]

Saw your announcement and willing to take the risk.

MegOP but Megatron is a Femme, OP stays the same. That's it, cuz for the love of me I cannot find any Femme!Megs fanfic out there. Like everyone is the same (or not) just that Megs is a femme.

I'm so, so sorry for the late reply. Like who knew collage was so hard? But here's you fic and tell me if you had any specific thoughts or scenes and don't be shy.

P.S. I've been reading too much Twilight.

P.P. S I changed her name to Megantron

Edges Of War

Humorous Rivalry Moments

The battlefield was shrouded in smoke, the acrid scent of energon mingling with the distant roars of engines and the crackling of blaster fire.

In the midst of the chaos, Optimus stood his ground, gaze fixed on the silver and crimson figure stalking toward him with deliberate grace.

"Megantron," he called out, voice low but carrying over the din of battle.

She paused, helm tilting as she regarded him, crimson optics blazing with amusement. "Prime," she purred, the name rolling off her tongue like a caress—a stark contrast to the sneer curling her red lips. "I see you’ve finally decided to show up."

He shifted his stance, raising his blade in a defensive posture. “I could say the same. Though, I must admit, I’m curious. Did you arrive late because you had trouble fitting through the door again?”

Her optics narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her faceplates before she chuckled—a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down his spinal struts. “So you do have a sense of humor. I was beginning to worry.”

��Merely making an observation.” He allowed himself the smallest smirk, the edge of his mouthplate twitching up as he met her gaze evenly. “After all, it’s not every day I see a Decepticon leader struggle with—what was it—‘her dreadfully inconvenient proportions’?”

Megantron’s optics flared, and she took a step closer, the air around her thrumming with restrained power. “You dare mock me?”

“I’d call it… friendly banter.” The smirk widened just a fraction, and he saw her optics flicker, a subtle shift that only someone who knew her well would notice.

It was a dangerous game, taunting her like this, but something inside him—some spark of long-buried defiance—wanted to see how far he could push.

And then she laughed—softly, almost under her breath, before shaking her helm. “Oh, Prime,” she murmured, voice dipping into something almost intimate. “You’re lucky I find you… amusing.”

The words should have been a threat, but there was something else there, hidden beneath the layers of animosity. Something that made his spark stutter, just for a moment.

But before he could reply, she lunged, blades flashing as she brought them down toward him with a snarl. He blocked the strike, their frames inches apart, and he could feel her energy field crackling against his own, hot and electric.

“Shall we?” she whispered, optics blazing.

And with that, they were back in motion—dancing through the chaos, trading blows and taunts with a familiarity that bordered on unsettling.

Casual Meeting

The truce was uneasy at best.

A fragile, brittle thing held together by mutual necessity and the unspoken agreement that neither faction could afford to lose more soldiers to this endless war.

And so, for the first time in vorns, Optimus Prime found himself in the heart of neutral territory, standing alone in the echoing, empty corridors of a long-abandoned Cybertronian outpost.

The space was vast and hollow, the only sounds the soft hum of energon lines beneath his plating and the faint creak of metal settling into silence.

He was early, as always.

He wasn’t surprised when she arrived with a soft click of heels against metal, her presence a sudden, tangible weight in the stillness.

Megantron stepped into view, optics gleaming crimson in the dim light, her frame sleek and deadly even without the trappings of battle armor.

“Prime,” she greeted coolly, her voice a low, velvety murmur that sent a ripple through his systems. “So punctual. I’d almost think you were eager to see me.”

“I take our negotiations seriously,” he replied, tone carefully neutral as he turned to face her fully. “It’s a matter of respect.”

“Respect,” she echoed, the word dripping with a sarcasm that made his sensors twitch. “Is that what this is?” She moved closer, her optics sweeping over him with a calculating gaze, as though searching for something. “Funny. I would have thought it was stubbornness.”

He straightened, meeting her gaze evenly. “If I’m stubborn, then so are you.”

“Touché,” she murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of her lipplates. “But then, we’ve always been alike in that regard, haven’t we?”

The words were a knife to his spark, a reminder of the history that lay between them—of battles fought and words exchanged, of betrayals that still lingered like ghosts in the space between them.

But he refused to look away, refused to let her see the way her presence unsettled him.

“We are not alike, Megantron.”

“Mm.” She tilted her helm, her optics dark and searching. “No, I suppose we aren’t. You’re far too sentimental.”

The jab was half-hearted, almost gentle, and it threw him off balance. Before he could respond, she stepped closer, her field brushing against his—a subtle, fleeting contact that made his plating buzz.

“But perhaps,” she murmured, voice softening, “that’s not such a bad thing.”

He stared at her, caught off-guard by the sudden shift in her tone, by the way her optics seemed… sad, almost.

And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment was gone. She straightened, stepping back with a small, self-satisfied smile.

“Shall we get started?” she asked lightly, as though they hadn’t just shared something almost—almost—intimate.

“Yes,” he managed, voice steadier than he felt. “Let’s.”

Shy Romantic Tension

It was raining on the Nemesis, the steady patter of water against the hull a soft, almost soothing backdrop to the tension thrumming between them.

Optimus stood alone in the darkened control room, the faint hum of machinery the only sound besides the rain.

He wasn’t sure why he’d come—why he’d agreed to her request for a private meeting. But when Megantron called, he answered. Always.

“Optimus,” she murmured softly, stepping into the room like a shadow, her frame lithe and graceful as she moved to stand beside him. “You came.”

“You requested a parley,” he replied, voice low, careful. “I’m here to listen.”

“And nothing more?” Her optics were half-lidded, her tone light and playful, but there was something beneath it—something raw and aching that he couldn’t quite place.

“Megantron,” he began, and she flinched—an almost imperceptible motion, but he caught it.

“Stop,” she whispered, stepping closer, too close. “Just… stop.”

And before he could react, she reached up, the sharp lines of her clawed digits brushing lightly against his faceplate, a touch so gentle it made his spark clench.

“Why do you always have to be so…” She trailed off, optics shuttering closed as if the sight of him was too much to bear. “So good?”

“Because I have to be,” he murmured, helpless, his own hand lifting—hovering inches from her frame, afraid to touch but unable to pull away. “Because someone has to be.”

Her optics snapped open, blazing crimson as she glared at him. “And what about what I need?”

The words hung between them, a plea wrapped in anger, and he felt something inside him twist and fracture.

But before he could reply, before he could think of anything to say, she turned away, shoulders tense, frame trembling with the force of her own suppressed emotions.

“Forget it,” she spat, voice hard again. “Forget I said anything.”

And then she was gone, the rain and the dark swallowing her whole, leaving him alone with the sound of his own shattering spark.

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