#I want Bee to beat Breakdown

[galaxy2earthspark]

Not Thrash roasting Breakdown HARD with that line

[smallestapplin]

Unhinged idea but the reverse harem autobot series has activated every single neuron in my brain

Imagine if the human was in a harem with the decepticons instead and the autobots want to save them, fearing you were being forced into the decepticon’s love (and totally denying the fact that seeing you naked on camera got their spikes painfully hard)

Giving you free reign other than that because my brain is full of the idea and empty as well AUDJSKDJDJDHF

Keep up the good work man, love your transformer fics !! :3 /pos

-Fae (if that isn’t already taken ofc)

I so need to write more of these

Warnings : GN!Reader, cybertronian language is used as it's mainly from their POV, exhibitionism, noncon voyeurism, noncon recording

Minors do NOT interact! 18+ only

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You were spotted by pure accident, in fact it was truly a miricale in the first place anyone outside of the decepticons had seen you, but it was Jazz who raised the alarm that the cons had kidnapped a human that left the autobots fuel lines freezing up.

Out on a casual drive Jazz had spotted Knockout not too far away, the con in a line up ready to street race it seemed, but something was different.

And that something was the cute human sitting in the driver's seat. He managed to radio Prowl, swiftly telling him the situation, but by the time the cop bot arrived you and the con were gone. Which left them arguing the whole way back to base.

informing the others was a whole different matter.

"Why didn't you stop him!?" Ironhide shouts, followed by Prowl agreeing with him.

So much yelling and for what?

"Alright that's enough! Jazz, you did the right thing, you could have put the human's life in danger interfering alone."

"But, Prime-"

"No, Ironhide, we need to save that human frm their clutches, but we can't do that if they are harmed or killed in the crossfires or because Megatron doesn't want to let his 'prize' go."

Ironhide growls under his breathe, angry that Prime is right, even if it means someone innocent is in the decepticons grasp. Your safety is their biggest concern, who knows what the cons are putting you through or even doing to you! Them rushing in head frsit will just put you, and subsequently them, in more danger.

They need to get on that ship and survey the area and situation, then they can go about the safest way of getting you out of there with little damage. Maybe thats how Mirage ended up on the Nemsis, invisible to the decepticons that he was careful to walk around as to not alert them.

He has a live feed right to base, so they can see everything he sees while he looks around, sneaking into room after room, peering in and looking for the little human. After the fifth room he forgets it and walks down the hallway, being sure to move out of the way for any con on patrol.

"This is pointless, if we storm them and take them by surprise we'd get that human out for sure!"

Optimus shakes his head, "Not nessecarily, if we do then one of the cons could grab the human a flee."

Bee huffs, though its a mask to hide the worry he feels watching the footage of Mirage walking through the hallways of the enemies ship, listening to their conversations of Knockout and Breakdown

"Seems lord Megatron isn't too happy."

"Yeah, I wonder whos fault that is."

"Our sweetspark wanted out to walk around, how is that my fault!?"

Our?

Sweetspark?

Optimus doesn't take his optics off the screen, even as the whispers and worried words fill the air behind him.

"Did they take a human for themselves?"

"Oh primus, they are using them as a stress toy! That poor person is probably being tortured!" Bumblebee screeches.

Prowl and Ironhide glare at the screen, muttering under theirs breathes, wanting to beat those decepticons helms in.

Ratchet keeps his optics on the screen, scowl on his face, though he can't lie about the worry eating at his spark. Are you okay? He doesn't know enough about human's fragile bodies, so could he ensure you lived long enough to get to a medic who knew what they were doing?

The room quickly falls silent as a sound grows louder and louder. Heads turn back to the screen, watching as Mirage follows quickly behind shockwave, thankfully still undetected, but the sight that greets them leaves their intakes dropped open.

Megatron, with a servo around you, thrusting his spike as deep as he could make it go.

You're sobbing, overloading, begging for him to slow down.

"Aren't you being a bit rough with them? Surely, humans are too squishy for such treatment." Shockwave spoke, merely walking towards where he left his data pad, as if this was completely normal.

"They like it. Isn't that right, pet?" Megatron grinds his spike into you, smirking as you cry out.

"Yes! Yes! M'sorry I should've asked-fuck! Megatron, please...!" You throw your head back, sobbing as it appears you've overloaded again.

Megatron vents, but his smirk never falters.

"So cute like this, taking my spike like you were meant to."

"I told you humans needed more enrichment, they would not have left with Knockout had you given them things to do while we are all busy."

Megatron's face plate twists into a scowl "Silence, Shockwave, as leader they are my Conjunx Endura first, the rest of the ship is just their...consorts."

Mirage is frozen in his spot, unable to look away from you taking such a massive spike in your little valve, and the other autobots are much the same.

So this is how they are using you? But what Megatron said, they couldn't possibly courted a human, they hate humans! Unless its...no, they'd never go that far, would they?

Hot Rod glances around the room, hoping to not be the only one finding the scene before them hot, but he can't read them.

Maybe it's just him, but seeing your soft body mold to the shape of the spike fragging you so good gets his engines purring.

He shouldn't, this is wrong on so many levels and a complete invasion of privacy. But to see your valve overflowing with transfluid like this, it gets him going.

You whimper, your optics look glazed over as you barely manage to look up at Megatron, who can't help but coo at you.

"Have you learned your lesson, dear?"

You fall limp once more in his hold, though you nearly cry once he pulls you off his spike, letting the transfluid pumped into you drop out.

"I did...I'll ask you next time, I promise."

Megatron chuckles, tenderly rubbing his thumb across your cheek, looking at you in such a loving way.

"Good. Now, I have things to attend to, but since you need so much attention, I'm sure Soundwave wouldn't mind keep you occupied."

The blue mech stands up straighter, moving away from his work station and swiftly goes right passed an unamused Shockwave.

Your gaze meets his red visor, which seems to glow. His servos shaking slightly as he takes you from Megatron, uncaring for his leader and Shockwave to make their exit, leaving him with you.

Mirage, despite his illusion feels as though he's exposed, perhaps now is his chance to leave-

Soundwave doesn't get long with you before Starscream barges in, loudly demanding his Conjunx Endura though Soundwave is not amused.

Just when he was getting his alone time too.

Optimus can't take this anymore, comming Mirage to get out of there now.

"Skyfire, go to the Nemesis and get Mirage."

The large mech jumps at his name being called, his face plate bright blue as he squeaks out a 'ok' and rushes out.

Ironhide is beyond appalled, how could those cons do that to you!? But...oh, oh Primus he wants to hold you down and let you take his spike.

The shared thought among the autobots was 'does their valve feel that good the decepticons are willing to share them?'

But oh they want to find out.

Their spikes are pressing against their modest plating, watching such a moment like that was too much for them-

"W-wait I'm-ohhh...fuck!" You squeal, body shaking from your used hole being filled again.

The room is filled with the sound of all their heads snapping to the screen, Mirage didn't seem to have moved, unable to look away or even turn the camera off.

Faintly they can hear Starscream arguing with Soundwave (though it's one sided) as Soundwave gently works his spike into your used valve.

"How dare you, it should be my turn to use their valve!"

"They were given to me, so silence." Soundwave doesn't entertain more of Starscream, focusing on you and pleasuring you.

The doors open once more, giving Mirage time to slide out unnoticed, but just enough to see Breakdown, Thundercracker, Skywarp, and the constructions following suit before the doors close.

Just how many spikes were you taking?

Just how many times a day?

"I uh, I need to go drive- Right, patrol!" Hot Rod and Bee jump up, rushing out of the room in seperate directions.

"Prime?"

Prowl looks to his leader as the larger bot holds his helm in his servos.

Optimus can't face him, he can't face anyone! Why did he like that so much? He should be ashamed, disgusted, but oh Primus above you were quite the addicting sight.

He needs you.

Frag, he shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Optimus, what is our game plan."

Jazz's stern voice cuts through his thoughts.

"I won't be easy, but we need to tread carefully."

Surely it shouldn't be too hard to obtain you, right? It's for your safety after all.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Lucky Winners ❙ ES Bumblebee X f!robot reader X Breakdown ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Smut ( valve in plug and port and double penetration ) threesome, mentions of BreakBee and a pretty tasty sandwich. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This...I really liked this! Thanks anon for sending through it was a lot of fun and excited to share with the world. Enjoy. 🥰

They are at it again. Bumblebee and Breakdown were having a few races together at the track while you watch on, unable to hold back your smile as you admire them both carrying on like sparklings. Honestly, you think it's cute, they both are, and you enjoy spending time with them.

After the horrible events with both G.H.O.S.T. and Mandroid there was a lot to repair and more verbal agreements to be made. All decepticons and autobots are finally working together to repair the space bridge, and to put the differences aside for a better future.

You're an autobot, loyal to Optimus, but even you grew tired of this war. Despite still being considered as young you felt ready for retirement. After the space bridge would be fixed you wanted to revisit cybertron, and from there you're wanting to consider what you want.

What you truly want is to settle, a change to start a family perhaps, but finding the right mech was no easy task. Right now your thoughts and optics are right on both Bumblebee and Breakdown. Both were rather handsome, funny, and they were both kind to you. But of course you can't have both, right?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the sound of engines roaring and tires skidding, both bots come screaming around the track and as always Breakdown beats Bumblebee. They both transform in style right before you then.

"Too slow!"

"Not again! I know you're cheating somehow, there's just no way you can beat me every single time!"

"Just admit that I'm faster to you, Bee." Breakdown gave out a hearty laugh that you are fond of hearing.

"Y/N, to be honest, did he get a head start?" Bumblebee asks, bringing you into the moment.

"Breakdown a cheater? That's a serious accusation." Your tone is playful. "I'm pretty sure you both went off at the same time."

"I want a re-race!" Bumblebee declared.

"Let's make it interesting. Winner takes the prize." Breakdown grins with mischief.

"What prize? You've got nothing to offer!" Bumblebee argues with slumped shoulders before looking at you. "Name the prize, Y/n."

"Me?" You sound surprised. "Well, alright. The winner shall...." You think before giving a shrug, followed by a silky giggle. "The winner gets a kiss from me."

It's a joke, at least that's what you told yourself.

Both Breakdown and Bumblebee stare at you, then at each other, before they transform and are flying down the track as if their lives depended on it.

"Oh." You whisper to yourself as you feel your cheek plating warm up a little. It was a joke, and they both took it very seriously. Surely they didn't seriously think you are being for real?

Well, you sit there, anxiously waiting for the winner to finish. It's not that you were opposed to the thought of kissing either of them, you would like that very much, but perhaps it's just you overthinking it. It's just a kiss.

Eventually they finish, and once again Breakdown is the champion.

"Yes! I get the prize!" He looks rather proud of himself and even eager to get the kiss from you.

"No fair..." Poor Bumblebee sounded like a wounded critter.

"So, Y/n, how about that kiss?" Breakdown cruises towards you, holding a charming smirk as you stand up from the ground in front of him.

"Very well." Leaning forward you caress his cheek, turning his head lightly and kissing his cheek lightly, giving him a dainty giggle noticing his confused expression.

"What? That's all?" You don't miss Bumblebee's amused smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting a hot make out session?" You teased with a seductive smile.

"Yeah?"

"That wasn't the prize offered." Patting his cheek you step away crossing your arms across your charris.

"Alright then, put it on the table." Breakdown sounded determined to get that kiss, which makes you blush lightly knowing what he wants from you. "Bee, one more race?"

Bumblebee vented heavily. "Fine! But I'm watching you, no cheating."

"Y/n, all good, kiss on the lips on the table?" Breakdown looks very anxious as he dances lightly on his pedas making you smirk lightly, an idea forming in your mind. It was crazy but you can't help yourself. After all, it's been a while since you've had any intimate fun.

"How about...whoever wins, get's to have me." You declare before leaning yourself against the brick wall and parting your legs a little, your servos cascading over the top of your thighs, teasing the two racers. "And they can do whatever they want with me."

Once again the silence lingers, and after a long moment of waiting, both Breakdown and Bumblebee have driven off down the track once again in a more desperate attempt to win. You can't help but giggle lightly, the joy and thrill already working through your frame as you wait, curious as to who was going to win and have their way with you. You are going to feel so sorry for whoever doesn't win.

As both come around the bend you notice that both are side by side as they floor it towards the finish line. Would this be the race that Bumblebee finally wins?

Keeping your optics at the finish, you anxiously bit your lips and waited, and waited, right before they both crossed. It's a tie.

"It's me! I won!" Breakdown yells as he's letting everyone know he's won.

"No way! I did! I won that race!" Bumblebee argues not wanting to lose this round.

"Y/n, be honest, who's the lucky winner?" Breakdown leaves it to you to decide, smirking lightly as he sends you a charming wink.

Of course though you answer honestly. "You're both the lucky winners."

"What?" Both looked confused at you causing an uplifting giggle to leave you.

"I saw it, and it's a tie, no more arguing about it. Now, if you two are done with your racing, perhaps you both would like to have your prize now?" You tease as you walk back into the sheltered part of the race track, optics illuminating in the shadows as you await their pounce.

It doesn't take long for either of them to do exactly that.

You find yourself being embraced by Breakdown from behind, feeling his servos roaming over your hips and waist, his lips planting against the back of your neck as he lets out a groan just from touching you. Bumblebee stood in front, his lips latched onto your own in a lustful aura, glossa's tangled gentle together as you both let out hushed moans into one another. It seems both didn't have any issues sharing you.

Curiously, you teased Bumblebe's horns between your digits, earning a short gasp from him as he pulled away in surprise, notice his cheek plating heat up from your actions.

"Sensitive?" You ask through a gentle teasing tone.

"Y-yeah, but it's alright." He gives an innocent smile.

"He secretly loves it." Breakdown says from behind you against your audio.

"And how would you know?" You continue to tease.

"I know everything." His tone was very suggestive.

You bit your lips in thought, considering that the two fool around with one another, which you actually found quite arousing. You digits continue to gently tease Bumblebee's horns, enjoying the sounds he made as you both kiss deep again. Breakdown's servo moved down between your thighs earning a low moan from you under their seductive touches.

"I bet you're already soaking for us, yeah?" Breakdown's tone seems to have that in depth effect on you.

"So much." You weren't going to lie or hold back as you spread your thighs a little, rocking your hips down against his touches. Moving your own servo behind you touch his heated panel, your other moving to Bumblebee's panel as you give them firm rubs, making the two groan from your touches. "And I bet you two are eager for this."

Their answer is by moving, and you find yourself straddling Bumblebee on the ground with Breakdown behind you still, feeling him tilt your helm to the side so he can steal another warm kiss from you as you grind yourself against Bumblebee, who has now retracted his panel and you do the same, rubbing yourself along his already throbbing spike. Breakdown does the same and you feel his thick spike rubbing up against your aft earning a thrilled quiver to rush through your frame.

"Are you alright with this?" Breakdown asks you gently, knowing very well you are about to take them both.

"Definitely."

You trust both to take care and satisfy you greatly. You end up retracting your port than for Breakdown and grind yourself against the two mechs to get them even harder and yourself more lubricated.

A lot of your juices have already leaked out and Breakdown uses this to coat his digits and gently probe your port to prepare you for him. The invasion was different but not bad, in fact you find yourself rocking back against his digits, right before positioning yourself over Bumblebee's tip and sinking down on him.

"Oh primus..." Bumblebee moans, servos holding onto your hips as you slowly lower yourself, feeling every ridge press through your inner walls before bending down to kiss him softly.

Slowly you rock yourself, clenching around his spike along with Breakdown's pumping digits, letting out soft mewls that linger and savouring every second of this. You honestly had no idea if something like this would happen again, and so you want to make every second count for the three of you and make sure they never forget it.

Breakdown removes his digits and you hear him shuffling behind before feeling the warm tip of his spike against your port, nudging gently, before he pushes forward slowly. His grunts hit your audio as you tip your helm back against his shoulder, moaning loudly before it's swallowed by his lips over yours, devouring you with his glossa as he continues to inch forward into your tight port.

Bumblebee found the sight of you both above him even more arousing while you rode his spike slowly, his servos resting at your waist while he vents through the heated desire rushing through him.

You take both their spikes fully, feeling every bumpy ridge and throb from them, clenching around them teasingly as you continue to rock yourself slowly against them. "You both fill me so well, so good." You send them both praises. "You can move, please."

"We'll take very good care of you." Breakdown purrs before looking down at Bumblebee. "You ready slowpoke?"

"Bring it, show off." Bumblebee grins at him.

Holding yourself above, both of them start to thrust into you in sync together, slowly and firmly. Your valve and port welcome both spikes eagerly, clenching around them, feeling every ridge dragging across your inner walls. Your optics shuttered as your mouth hung open, constant silky moans forming from you as you let both winners take you as their prize.

Breakdown's heated grunts are deep and continuous, pressing into you repeatedly as his servos grip your waist securely. Bumblebee's moans are different, softer, servos held a sturdy yet gentle hold across your hips, feeling his digits circling into your soft armour which sends pulses of bliss through your already quivering frame.

"Oh frag..." Is all you can whisper out through the intense interfacing you are receiving from two impressive mechs and their throbbing spikes entering you over again in perfect sync.

"Taking us so well." Breakdown whispers hoarsely against your audio, feeling ever heated vent from him as he rocks into you. "Think you can go for more?"

"Easy Breakdown, don't want to hurt her." Bumblebee's concern was sweet, you think to yourself.

"It's alright. Yes, please. I've got two speed racers fragging me. Give me your true speed." You are ready for them, and it's all the coaxing they both need.

It's as if something set off between them, an electric pulse, because the next thing you know is both of them let themselves go, and truly show you the speed racers they are.

Metal hitting metal, scraping together, throbbing spikes now being rutted into your valve and port repeatedly. Both their hips slam against you over again, but of course all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure boiling through you as you somehow manage to hold yourself up above Bumblebee with shaky arms.

Your overload suddenly snaps, catching you off guard and half broke shout and collapsing against Bumblebee's chassis while clamping tightly around their twitching cables buried deep in you, aftershocks and pulses rocking through your frame as your moans continue to linger out through their rapid thrusts against you.

Both weren't too far behind, and as you let out short whimpers through they final thrusts, you suddenly feel them giving their final movements through their intense moans and filling you deeply with their transfluids, jerky thrusts lingering before Breakdown lays gently across your back, careful to not crush you or Bumblebee.

Laying on top of Bumblebee he turns his helm a little and you end up kissing him softly making him smile lightly in return as his servo caresses your shoulder. Breakdown leans down over your shoulder, moaning a little as you still feel him inside you, before he tilts your helm back to kiss you as well. That wasn't all though, and you watch through inquisitive optics as Breakdown then leans across to kiss Bumblebee.

You already guessed they are fooling around, and it only turns you on.

"Just so you both know, if you ever want me to offer myself as a prize through racing for each of you, I'm keen." You inform them.

"Guess Bee and I will be racing more often than." You can feel Breakdown's grin through his voice.

"One of these days I'll beat you." Bumblebee sounds determined.

"Sure thing, slow poke."

You let out a soft giggle and touch both speeders tenderly. "I can't wait."

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Cheerleader Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who basically rules over the school and can get anything she wants done. Isn’t afraid of threatening people into submission to keep them quiet. She has absolutely no morals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who views you as a threat during your first months of school. Understandable though, you’re just so stunning and drop dead gorgeous that she couldn’t help but feel a little threatened.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader gets thrilled whenever she sees someone breakdown in front of her. She gets kinda power hungry whenever she sees this. Definitely treats other people as toys and stepping stone for her goals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader meets you in her chemistry class for the first time and instantly has a strong feeling in her chest. She brushes it off thinking that it’s because you’ll be her competition for Queen Bee soon. Does everything in her power to make sure your first days at school are a living hell but is very discreet about it.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is in denial over the fact she likes you. Her heart is beating fast because she hates and her cheeks turn red everytime you pass by because of anger. It's totally no because she likes you or anything, don't be ridiculous!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader realizes her feelings when she notices how optimistic you are. No matter how much she puts you down you’re always so nice and kind to her. The more she sees you the more she appreciates your whole being. It’s not fair that you’re making her feel this way!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will be extremely nice to you if she ever acknowledges that she likes you. Will offer you to eat lunch with her and will basically parade you around school like a trophy. You can say goodbye to a peaceful school year.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader forces her minions to keep tabs on you. She wants to know what you are doing at every staking minute. Definitely despises it when others take up your time when you’re supposed to be with her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who is scarily smart. She’s one of the top students at your college and basically always aces all her tests (can’t relate).

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader blackmails everyone you associate with to stay away from you. Definitely will cyberbully people into killing themselves if she feels the need to. Like I said she isn’t afraid of bullying people in person or online so don’t be surprised if your former friends move to different schools.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader has extremely rich parents which is why everyone is afraid to stand up to her. If anyone tries anything against her then they can say goodbye to their job or business.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the younger sister of Yandere! Jock. People often think that one of them is adopted due to how smart Yandere! Cheerleader is and and how dumb Yandere! Jock is.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who loves spoiling you with luxury items. You like that Chanel purse? Well consider it yours because she’s already at the register with it in hand. Her love language is definitely gift giving and expects gifts from you even if they aren’t expensive. If you ever gift her a rock she’ll treat it as if it’s gold.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys showing you off in front of everyone. She enjoys it when you guys go on date nights at a public area. It helps establish the idea to everyone that you belong to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader definitely enjoys it when she makes you cry. Your tears look like beautiful crystals rolling down the side of your face. However, will get extremely livid if she sees anyone else making you cry. Only she gets to see that expression from you. Will definitely emotionally and mentally destroy that person.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader loves the sound of your voice will. Will definitely record your and listen to the audio on repeat. Likes to study with you and will ask you to read a textbook out loud so she can record your voice. Studies and scores on test better this way.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the more dominant one in the relationship. She loves it whenever she’s in control and how much more power she has over you. She loves seeing you quiver under her gaze.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader does not deal with anyone’s shit even if they have more authority over her. Professors are definitely not respected by her and she treats other students like animals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is drop dead gorgeous. She could easily be a model on the cover of Vogue if she ever wanted to. Has thousands of admirers in and outside of school.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys attention and specifically if it’s from you. Would like you to praise her every second of the day and compliment her. Disregards everyone else though they don’t matter nearly as much as you do to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will destroy your life if you ever try to reject her. She will make sure that your parents will be begging on the streets for money and that you’ll come crawling back to her for some help. She is extremely rich and dependable after all.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who always gets what she wants and no one is stopping her from having you.

Pt.2

[dreemurr-fever]

Ok I can't wait til after work I need to yap right NOW because this show will NOT leave my mind

Spoilers for Earthspark season 3 below

Ok so I'm not very good at articulating myself and my thoughts are all over the place so I'll just right it down in a messy list and probably expand on it later:

Breakdown talking about the Decepticons being his family and all that pisses me off. He always referring to Bee as his brother (which is something else I'll yap about in a bit) and yet he keeps betraying him!! Also not to mention how he's basically Aftermath's dad, he literally called him son last season, and after that episode he just stopped caring about him. Didn't even react to his death or even acknowledge him after episode 1 of season 2.

SKULLCRUNCHER!!! THATS ALL!!! I LOVE SKULLCRUNCHER SO MUCH!!! I WISH THEY'D GIVE HIM A VOICE!!!! THEY BULLIED HIM SM IN THIS SEASON 😭

Shockwave and Soundwave stand next to each other and interact. I win! I win!!!! WaveWave is real and canon!!! /J

The treatment of Starscream this season 😐

Actually back to point one, with the amount of "family" talk about Breakdown makes me curious on what happened between him and the Stunticons? I wonder if one of the reasons he wants to go back to Cybertron so bad is to reunite with them?

I love the reference to the iconic Shockwave cover from the Marvel comics

I WANT FAIREMAESTRO DEAD HES THE WORST VILLAIN THEY'VE EVER COME UP WITH PLEASE HE'S SO ANNOYING

Episode 2 was eh not the worst (that goes to episode 3, I fucking that that guy) but yeah. I kinda like the subtle hints they dropped with Izzy.

Also I wanted to see the Kaiju in the movie :(

I giggled at the mole bot staring at it's reflection as and tearing up

I'm not even going to talk Abt episode 3

EPISODE 4 IS GREAT BUT ALSO UGH SO MUCH I NEED TO SCREAM ABT

IM GOING TO GET THIS OUT OF THE WAY, WHY DID THEY GET RID OF THE CONS AFTER THIS?! Like I'm actually happy the Cons actually won this time and they get to go home which totally means we finally get to see Cybertron next season. But after only ONE episode with the Cons, and one with Frenzy and Laserbeak making an appearance, THEY JUST GET RID OF THEM????

I'm so glad that this episode starts off immediately with the Ark falling. They wasted no time they KNEW we were here for Prowl and they delivered.

Speaking of that bastard, he's such a prick to everyone who's not Optimus AND I LOVE HIM

Prowl racism arc too 😭 him calling the kids organics and then asking if they're OP's PETS???

His look of disgust when Mo corrects him? I love him

I wish they referenced other bots sighs and kicks a rock... BUT!!! I'm glad we at least got some news as to what's going on on Cybertron when Prowl was last there. We know that Decepticons are in control of the space bridges last he checked.

The Decepticons being more than ready to beat the shit out of Prowl as soon as Shockwave allowed it??? They have BEEF with that guy. You KNOW Prowl is the most hated Autobot lmao

[kaelidascope]

director's commentary for the parallel hangouts merging together in Reach in MM (and WHAT WERE BLAKE AND WEISS DISCUSSING IN THAT CHILI'S)

**cracks my knuckles**

OKAY

Both Reach and Resist go hand in hand and achieve a handful of things all in one go. They read like a large time skip montage, showcase the growing tension between the bees, memorialize a handful of personal favorite memories of mine, and cover all these mod-podge collection of scenes I wanted for MM bees but ran out of space to properly expand on LOL

Blake teaching Yang how to pole-dance;

The stuffed bee comes from Pugoata's Etsy shop and I have one on my desk NGJFGFKGF

Yang not realizing the pole spins was also my first reaction touching a dancing pole for the first time LOL before I got into dancing, my roommate had me install her pole into the ceiling of our apartment and I went to touch it and almost fell off. Life imitates art or whatever

Around this time, as we later see in Resist, Blake is obviously going back and forth with her personal feelings and beliefs. Sawrin words it well in his breakdowns, but she is wanting to give into temptation by the obvious signs Yang is throwing at her. But then she remembers her life and situation and goes down a spiral of assumed futures and 'what ifs' and then just shuts down and runs off. Despite her willingly putting them BOTH in a situation where they could flirt and kiss. She's giving into natural temptation when she shows off to Yang more than she should, getting in her personal space. It's an easy mask to hide behind when she can play off her advances as 'teaching Yang how to be sexy'

She totally did intend on kissing her she just wussed out LMAO and what Yang doesn't see if she is downing that water in literal gulps because she is blushing profoundly and her hearts beating a mile a minute. This is roughly around the time Blake starts getting Ideas.TM about Yang and none of them are in the bible

Yang comes over for Guys Night at Pyrrha's;

I designed their neighborhood after the historic yuppity district close to where I lived for a brief time. More specifically, it's modeled after a fucked up cobblestone route I used to have to drive when I delivered pizzas in that area

Weiss may have been cut off from her family but she still had savings. She invested a fuck ton into that property specifically cus there's no HOA

The vibe I was going for with the fire pit and the projection outside on a cold November night was modeled after 2 experiences of mine. I remember being super fucking cozy around a fire pit at my ex's family house once and it was one of those rare nights where it was freezing. But with the scent of the firewood burning and being bundled up near loved ones, it was a rare moment of peace for me in my early twenties. Second, we used to have these family friends who had a sheet tacked up on their back porch and would watch football on it. I blended the two vibes together for this one

I can't get a lime to float to the bottom of a bottle of Corona so neither can Yang

I used to destroy the plate of pigs in a blanket at cookouts so that's why they ate those

Pyrrha's gambling addiction was born on the spot in this scene! It started with her just placing a bet but then after that, I saw opportunities present themselves and it was just too good not to pass up. The club-wide bet also did not exist until this chapter either LOL I wrote it into the story after the fact and it is not mentioned until The Hangover Chapter. But chronologically, she established it the second she saw Yang take Blake home after work.

The Chili's Girls Night is real and I used to do it often. The photo of them leaning over the table filled with empty margarita glasses also exists

And yes. We were very hungover after (there are more photos that exist, but for the sake of pre-transition face reveal, I'll send them to you Spork in DMs after if you wanna see them LOL)

So on this particular night, Weiss spent a good chunk of it complaining about her usual gripes. After three drinks, she asks Blake about Yang. What Yang DOESN'T see is how supportive Weiss actually is of their relationship, and she's the one who told her to text Yang and send them some pictures of their night out. Blake has been dragging heels FOREVER about dating and Weiss is just glad she's not being a fucking shut in who only focuses on working and nothing else. She was very much a recluse even when they lived together, so she's glad to see Blake spending time with someone other than Weiss's mandated outings. She had thought something might've gone somewhere with Ilia, but Ilia couldn't end up handling it. They then collectively nod and drink on her behalf (poor thing). They talk about some things in their past memories. Blake asks how she and Pyrrha are doing. They talk about some social drama going on in the club. Jaune is their waiter at this particular Chili's (yes there is lore here) and they make drunk small talk/tease with him. After drink 5 or 6 Blake starts getting loose about her attraction and shyness towards Yang and Weiss asks Pyrrha to bring Yang to come get them since Blake's too embarrassed to do anything.

Blake actually being receptive towards Yang here is literally cus her insecurities and self-imposed rules are barred out cus of how drunk she is. Yang acknowledges this, much to her dismay, and misses another opportunity to kickstart their relationship because if they are gonna start, it should be proper LOL and not something that could be seen as taking advantage of Blake. Both of them are old kind of beyond the sloppy juvenile mistakes

Blake "sleeping" on Yang is a memory from when I had a really rough emotional night during my grieving period and my boyfriend at the time just held me on the couch while I half-slept. Same vibes. We eventually had to move but I did not want to.

In the anthology series Midnight Forever, we will see a lot more Blake/Weiss interactions both from the past and off-screen throughout the original fic. Including the night Weiss made her stay and their first Margarita Night SKKSKSS Weiss and Blake's dynamic is modeled after mine and my now oldest standing friendship :) the very same girl who I danced with! Unlike Blake and Weiss though, our dancer personas were completely different and incompatible LOL we did not have a matching act

[swimsauce]

Twitter is busted rn so I'm gonna just write down my earthspark s3 thoughts here. Mostly ranting who gives a shit

Uugghhh this part was better overall I think. The last 3 eps are pretty good. It's still very noticeable that the script quality has decreased, the dialogue and pacing are pretty bad. But there where fun concepts, however executed to varying degrees of success. I'll just list it off

-prowl was a fun addition but wasted potential. His arc of being an older autobot stuck in his ways is good, he must learn to warm up to the terrans and live with the fact the old Civil War is over. His development is too fast and slow. He should've learned his lesson earlier and not at the end when he has a fucking wack ass convo with bee and op about how he's stepping out of line. It should've been called out sooner and his episode with robbie and thrash would've been a more appropriate place for him to learn to "trust the students" instead of being right in front of starscream. Feels like they wanted a little bit of his tfa arc without properly humbling him and giving him good character interactions (like his connection with tfa bee and sari to ground him). Thrash was right there to be his little bond mate like how jawbreaker is to grimlock or twitch is to megs, etc. His arc shouldve been tigther. Idk his gay moment with megatron was cool tho

-the chaos terrains are revived and on neutral territory. Whatever. I hope they get development instead of just being le evil robot cuz "they where born evil" is such a stupid angle.

-the decepticons going to cybertron could be neat if the story continues. But god damn what a shattered arc they had. Starscream being comically evil is still very clearly not the arc that was planned and it shows in its poor execution. Breakdown just shafting bee for the cons when in s1 he was clearly a more neutral con like tarantulas was is such wasted potential. All nuance in the splinter decepticons has been nullified, it's literally only megs who is "on the good side". It's not that I think all the cons would adjust to peace time or that they should all be so friendly but it's so annoying how it feels their arc/theme of moving on has been completely dropped.

-the quints are evil again, ok sure. If u don't got the civil war plot it's usually the quitessons as the enemy which is fine normally. But then being a splinter species much like the terrans and having a connection with robbie and mo is so neat, but it's completely disregarded because the quints just kill all other quintus prime offspring. Such wasted potential. Maybe have a good group and bad group, or some sort of nuance to the quints finding more of their kin? Idk there was that one grunt that kept getting beat up, lost an arm and head piece, I though he could've stuck around, maybe he could've aligned with the maltos after being rejected for failure, or become a secondary bad guy. Idk just anything more than literally repeating the 86 execution scene but missing all the sauce that made it good. The twist of thr gf being a quint is fine idk. Just poorly executed again

-God damn the dialogue and script is bad. Even good concepts get butchered or clearly aren't as well executed as they should've. I already mentioned the 86 reference, but the recreation misses the og point. It repeated shots used in the movie but without their purpose. In the movie hot rod and kup spin the water to purposely trip up the quints. In this the quints spin the water to push robbie/mo down further to the bottom so they can reach the bot corpses and grab a weapon? Fucking masterful gambit. . It lacks good set up and reason as to why it was done. In the movie it was to show the cunningness of hot rod and kup, the two of them being ACTIVE in their escape. In the show it's just a reference and a poorly thought out device to get them weapons. It makes robbie and mo PASSIVE in their own escape.

The whole ep with prowl and robbie/thrash could've been so fun, but prowl is so dull. He's supposed to be sharp and quick to see details, but the writting is so poor he misses shit and acts to late. When they're trying to find the quint shapeshiter and he suspects robbies gf, it would've been cool if he acted faster, maybe restraining the quint before robbie/mo catch on, maybe causing a rift in the new team, then have him proven right when robbie sees the blood. The way he just points out the blood and doesn't even move when it's entirely clear she should be questioned is such poor pacing forcthe scene. A supposedly quick witted character wouldnt just stand around when its perfectly clear someone should act. (reminds me of the dodgy writting of him in idw where it feels like the writters wanna imply hes smart without actually writting him well enough to showcase thaf fact. Lots of telling not enough showing)

There are other scenes like this where if it just went through like one or two more rewrites it would've been a solid scene, but they get held back by stupid details that just derail good character beats. It fucking sucks to see

-fair maestro sucks bring back mandroid or a similiar character. Him modifying himself with robot parts to be more like a transformer, trying to be techno organic much like how robbie/mo are techno organic . Idk he was a good foil. Maestro could be reworked to be a human who seeks out transformers for more nefarious science shit byt instead he just does stupid shit with them. Not even like fun tfa shit just lame shit. No where near as threatening as even tfp or tfas human villians.

-terrarronus slays I love her power armor power up. She's neat

Tldr the ending of the season was an improvement over s2, but man it still sucks to see how far it's falling. And I can still see so many good ideas in the show! Bringing old g1 characters like prowl is fun. Quints are cool dudes, and relevant to the quintos prime angle. The hate plague or some sort of infection episode is always a neat idea. Terratronus is awesome, I loved her use in the climax. But god damn it's so sloppy in execution. It cleaned up some of its sloppy ideas from s2, like the chaos terrans, but the thread there is still hanging. What about other autobots like prowl, it seems there are more of them around, where are they? Tarantulas is still out there, are there other neutrals or "good" decepticons still on earth, and what's their deal? Starscreams deal is so underutilized, i hope he gets at least some closure or arc that isnt shit. The chaos terrans just being evil and bratty for the sake of it is so shallow, do something more interesting with them. Maybe if the cons come back from cybertron we could get something interesting from them. Who knows. I know it's not the staffs fault, the writers room complelty changed and the animation house is different. But if we do get another season, they better clean up the plot more, they have a long way to go to fix up what they busted from s1. It sucks to see wasted potential like this

Idk I want it to be good but man 😞 fuck hasbro

[takami-takami]

Vent post. Untagged. Like, REALLY untagged. This isn't a fun post so it's totally fine to skip. This is literally a trauma dump in every sense of the word.

I feel the need to vomit. I feel as though this feeling is making me lightheaded and I feel the need to physically vomit. I am in a spiral— kind of, mental, I don't want to type that. I don't feel very good. I don't feel good at all.

It really hurts. Like it genuinely really hurts how I want to speak on it or talk on it and then the bile rises. I feel the need to vomit. I'm not having an anxiety attack or anything. I just am.

It hurts feeling like you're not allowed to be upset about the things that happened to you. Even when the reality is so grim and obviously bad. Things like torture, things that caused many a breakdown.

I never out myself back together after the possibky psychotic breaks he caused. I never stopped. I still remember screaming at the bee, and sobbing outside, and digging up worms, and holding them in a jar.

A fly fell from the ceiling as I washed my hands today. It landed on my hands like confetti and I washed it away down the drain. And I remember how many thousands of them lined the walls of the old house. And I remember when my parents made me put my forehead on the cockroach-smeared wall.

I remember how he tried to kill himself in front of me and gleefully explained what my life would be like post grief and how happy he was that that I would know it's my fault for being bad (not cleaning properly). I remember how he forced me to [redacted] as punishment for trying to stop him from beating my siblings. Psychological torture. I remember the torture.

How am I supposed to do anything. And all the while their words keep ringing in my head, the invalidation woven into my fucking brain constantly the way he'd mock and laugh at me. I remember the look of glee on his face, I remember the way he moaned my name to mock me for being upset about him threatening to rape me.

What am I supposed to do. When i still live with this person. I hope to one day explode into confetti. I hope to one day get rid of all the rage and confusion in my . I don't want to type the words.

I don't feel good. I don't fucking feel good. I don't ever feel good and I know outside is beautiful. White clouds, fog, metal pipe curved like a cane above green tile rooftop outside my window. There are birds that nest there and they look like finches. And they carry straw, and I used to give them Mogwai's fur sheddings because prey animals love rabbit fur as insulation for their nests. Those birds have died and new birds have taken their place, Mogwai has died and I put his bed in a bag in the basement after his deathiversary last month.

[the-ultimate-muses]

@despairs-memorial local dorklord about to be taken out by one (1) cute ass mechanic more at 11 (X)

Getting hearing aids hadn't been on Kazuichi's list of priorities for quite some time, with no point being seen in having them. His ears were only getting worse with each day, it seemed (partly because he didn't wear ear protection and partly from his father's frequent beatings), so how long would they really be of use to him? Besides, that cost money, something he and his father didn't have. (Of course, they'd have more should his father stop spending it on beer to drink himself into a stupor every damn night).

Hope's Peak had changed many things for him; it gave him friends, people who actually understood what he was saying when talking shop, or at the very least liked listening to him no matter how lost they were. He'd changed much in the time he's been there, and he's happy to say it was for the better. His hearing hadn't improved, however, nor had his home life, money troubles, being forced to go hungry some nights... He never even expected it to, choosing to ignore the inevitable progression to complete deafness.

The thing about a place where brilliant minds gathered, however, meant there was no shortage of breakthroughs being made, and things needing to be tested. Miu had been the one to design the hearing aids, with them even custom made to match Kaz's usual blinding attire. She would never admitt she did it for him specifically, but Kaz had worked with her long enough to know when to call her bluff.

He'd spent his morning in Miu's workshop, tapping and banging and making any noise he could while she wrote down notes on how well he could hear certain things. They only stopped because Kazuichi...had a bit of an emotional breakdown, but a good one. He'd given up on his ears a long time ago, but now here he was listening to the ting of the ventilation system, the beat of Miu's heart as he clung to her, hell he could hear his crying in its entirety instead of just feeling it and the echos of the vibrations it sent through his bones. There were so many things he wanted to do, so many songs and movie to watch, and birds! He could hear birds now! Bees buzzing, and cats-

He'd been up and out the door without any other explanation than needing to find Gundham, leaving one very preplexed, and very curious Miu in their workshop.

Finding the breeder was easy, with him seeming to only ever be in a handful of places, the most visited being his animal sanctuary. Normally Kaz would knock before entering someone's space, but he was too buzzed on adrenaline and excitment, the mechnic near bursting through the door and bouncing right up to Gundham with an almost manic grin, his body shaking where his hands gripped at the man's shirt. "I need a cat! Gimmie a cat!! Cat!!!"

[lifetimeshipper]

Angel From A Dream

Chapter 25

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Knock Out jolts awake from a horrible dream, he looks over to Sideswipe before looking at the monitors. "You're still with me, thank Primus," he says as he vents out a sigh of relief. He had a dream where Sideswipe and Smokescreen both left him and he was just as alone as he was when he lost Sunfire and Breakdown. Thankfully it was only a dream.

"Of course, you're not getting rid of me that easily."

Knock Out's optics widen as he looks to where the groggy voice came from, he sees Sideswipe, his son, looking up at him, "Sideswipe! You're awake!"

Sideswipe smiles weakly at him, "Hey, Dad. What are you doing here? Where's my carrier?"

"I'm here to save your aft. You were inches away from offlining and joining the well of AllSparks. Your carrier is here as well, he went with the others to look for Strongarm."

"Do they know where she is?"

"'Bee said they had just picked up on her signal when we arrived so they went to check it out. Seems they haven't had any luck finding her yet." Knock Out knew that would be his next question so he went ahead and threw it in.

Sideswipe closes his optics, he doesn't even want to imagine what those 'Cons have been doing to her all this time. Wait... How long has he been out? He opens his optics to look at Knock Out again, "How long have I been out?"

"About a week."

"A week?" He questions in shock and amazement, he would have shouted the question if his voice box wasn't feeling like it was already rusting. How did he survive for so long?

"Sideswipe!" The two look over to see Denny and Russell running towards them with Fixit wheeling in behind them. "I'm so glad to see you awake, we were so worried you wouldn't make it!" Russell shouts as he comes to a stop at the side of the berth.

Sideswipe smiled upon seeing his human friend again, "You know I wouldn't let something like that take me down."

"Your friends here barely left your side. You have them to thank for keeping you alive long enough for me to get here and operate on you," Knock Out says with a smile.

"Thank you all for saving my life," Sideswipe says before he lays his helm back down on the berth, "Curse Steeljaw for doing this."

"So, it was Steeljaw that did this to you?"

"Yeah. How do you know about him?"

"Bumblebee mentioned him as a possible suspect for Strongarm's disappearance."

"He was right, Steeljaw injured me then took Strongarm."

"Bumblebee, come in." Fixit is on the controls already calling Bumblebee, "I have crate, trait, GREAT news!"

:: What is it, Fixit? Did Sideswipe wake up yet? ::

"Yes, he did! He just woke up a few minutes ago, and he says says says..." Russell whacks him on the back, "Thank you. He says that Steeljaw is the one that hurt him."

:: Sideswipe! How are you feeling? I'm so glad you're finally awake! :: Smokescreen says over the comm, and Sideswipe smiles.

"Hey, carrier. I'm in a lot of pain but I'm glad to be alive."

"Have you guys found Strongarm yet?" Knock Out asks.

:: In a way, yes. But we don't have her yet. :: Bumblebee responds.:: She's on an island with Steeljaw and we need to get the Ground Bridge working again to get them back here. ::

"How's it going?"

:: Ratchet will get to working on it after he finishes fixing up Grimlock and Underbite. ::

"What happened to Grimlock?" Sideswipe asked as he felt concerned for his friend.

:: Long story, I'll explain when we return to base. ::

"Alright, I'll see you guys when you get back."

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"I'm so relieved Sideswipe is awake and will be just fine," Arcee says with a smile.

"You're nowhere near as relieved as I am," Smokescreen says starting to seem like his old self again. "I'm so happy he's gonna be alright, but I'm still gonna kick Steeljaw's aft for putting him in that state."

"Get in line, kid. I call first dibs on beating his aft. He's not gonna get away with what he's done to Strongarm. He's got some nerve marking my daughter without her or my consent," Wheeljack says as he acts like he's cracking his knuckles.

"Since you all are so anxious to kick his aft I'll let you all stay and welcome them when they come through the Ground Bridge," Bumblebee says as he walks over to them. "Ultra Magnus and I are gonna help Grimlock get back to the scrapyard."

"Just be careful with him, he's still in bad shape. He's lucky he can even still transform," Arcee tells him.

"I know, Arcee. We will."

Arcee, Wheeljack, Bulkhead, and Smokescreen watch as Ultra Magnus and Bumblebee leave with Grimlock, they really hope the Dinobot will be okay. But right now they need to focus on getting the Ground Bridge working again so they can get Strongarm back, that's all that's left to do now.

CLUNK

They look over at Ratchet after hearing the clunking sound and see him waving a wrench in front of Underbite. "I told you to stop trying to bite me. I know it hurts but it doesn't mean you should try to eat me. Now hold still so I can finish."

The Chompazoid lay there silently as Ratchet continued with his work, he tried to ignore the laughing coming from Thunderhoof and Fracture as well as the small giggles and chuckles coming from the rest of the Autobots. He hates being in this predicament where he has to rely on another bot to help him, especially when that other bot is an Autobot. He starts wondering how he's gonna get back to their hideout since he knows neither Thunderhoof nor Fracture nor Steeljaw will help him back. He's just gonna have to work it out on his own, it's what he's always done.

"Finished," Ratchet says as he steps back to fully look him over, "You'll have to take it easy for a while."

"Easier said than done," Underbite mumbles lowly.

Ratchet didn't catch it as he was already walking over to his old team, "Now, where's that Ground Bridge?"

"This way," Bulkhead says as he begins walking towards the room where the Ground Bridge is. Ratchet and the others follow him.

Once Ratchet gets into the room he looks over the damage, "Primus, it really got shot up. Some humans can be so dumb at times, they should have known better than to shoot at the pair when they were near this equipment."

"Can you fix it, doc?" Wheeljack asked.

Ratchet turns around to glare at him, "How many times do I have to tell you!? Don't call me doc!" He turns back to the Ground Bridge controls, "Luckily it's not beyond repair. I should be able to get it fixed up."

"We knew you could!" Bulkhead exclaimed.

Ratchet side glances at them, "It's gonna take some time though."

"We'll help out where we can," Arcee says with confidence. She can't wait to have her daughter in her arms once more.

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 7)

Note: I’ve pretty much planned out how the story is going to play out at this point and some of the plots are quite macabre. I’ve avoided adding too much gruesome details for the readers’ sake, so hopefully you’d still find it remotely enjoyable. :)

Background: Reader took part in Wednesday’s escape plan in Harvest Fest. Things took a dark turn when Rowan was found dead in the woods. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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Harvest Fest was one of the greatest event in the meager town of Jericho. It was particularly ironic now that it had become one of the compulsory activities for Outcasts, considering the brutal history and even the current attitude of its townsfolks towards Outcasts. Most of the current Nevermore students weren’t aware of the history. That much was strictly forbidden. Afterall, even as Outcasts, they were just teenagers excited to be in a carnival like this. In the cheerful babbling of the school bus, I noticed a quiet face who also seemed anything but excited about Harvest Fest. 

“Not a big fan for festivals, are you?” I laid my left shoulder on the worn leather of the headrest, turning around to disturb the colorless girl. 

“I don’t see the point of celebration in the massacre of indigenous people. I find it…” If there was a tone flatter than monotone, it would be told by Wednesday Addams.  

“Unsavory.” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. My response seemed to be a match to her train of cynical thoughts. She nodded. 

“Finally, someone who sees through this disgusting excuse of a celebration.” Wednesday turned around, sitting face to face across the corridor. 

“More than you can think of.” I scoffed bitterly. 

“Which makes me wonder, how would a person like you end up with a barista in this shitty town?” Her question was unexpected. Wednesday hadn’t striked me as a person with an ear for gossips. 

“Even the night needs a bit of light.” Tyler’s face surfaced in my mind. A moon needs the sun’s light to shine and he was my sunlight. 

My answer brought Wednesday to her contemplation. Her dark eyes fixated on me as if she had another question in mind that yearned for an explanation. Our timely arrival to our destination had ripped her of her chance to continue the conversation. 

“I have to go find Tyler now. Come find us once you got rid of your bodyguard.” I glanced over at Principal Weems as I got off the bus with the others. Apparently Wednesday’s last attempt backfired as the Principal now hanged around her like a 24/7 surveillance camera. 

The loud carnival beats and blinding neon flashes bombarded my every sense the moment I set foot to the entrance of Harvest Fest. It was never my speed, whether it was the clichéd circus clowns or the cheesy games. These were cash grabs for children and couples who had too many pennies to throw away. I frowned, skimming the crowd to find my barista of the shitty town. 

“We’re going to try the ferris wheel. Do you want to come?” Bianca placed her hand on my forearm. Her beam came in a jubilant harmony to the celebratory lights hanging around every lamppost in the Harvest Fest. 

“Hard pass, darling. I don’t like the height.” I stared at the ferris wheel with a sheer hint of loathing. The idea of being briefly trapped in a small, metal booth hanging in the air wasn’t something I would find enjoyment in. Some said it’s romantic, but I find it frightening, especially in a carnival, where the over-stimulation of music and light had already got on my last nerve. 

“Or maybe you’re just waiting for someone special to ride it with?” Bianca jested. She nudged me with her elbow, eyes narrowed in a devilish grin. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later.” 

I stuffed my hand in my pocket as she sashayed her way to the ferris wheel with the rest of the sirens. Most people from the school thought she was just another teenage cliché of queen bee, but she did have a softer side that not many have the chance to witness. I wandered off among the crowd. The several recent unsolved murder didn’t seem to dim the people’s interest for partying. In a place where everyone was too occupied in popcorn and corny carnival games, no one would bother paying attention even if there was a murder happening right behind one of these booths. I walked passed Wednesday, with Weems still clinging on her every move. Tyler was in another booth, struggling his aim with one eye closed at the rainbow coin toss. 

“Thought you weren’t a carnival person.” I tickled his waist from behind and he missed the toss in his slight wince. 

“Y/N!” He turned around, mildly shocked by my playful pester. “You’re earlier than I thought.” 

“Not much traffics on the way. Plus, the others want to come earlier to have a ‘good time’.” I air-quoted in a vain protest. 

Tyler scoffed in understanding, pointed a finger to the prize rack behind the booth. Above the colorful rainbow coin toss table was a rack full of raven plushies. Plushies were often the version of the original object made in a lifeless version with an artificial sense of cuteness. It was a good idea for smaller children, but I’d much prefer a living raven. 

“Not much about the game itself, but that’s your favorite bird, isn’t it?” 

He wasn’t wrong. My particular appreciation towards the black corvid traced back to my older days when I used to have a familiar, a raven named Kaz. The thing about raven was that they were extremely smart and loyal creature. Your vice and virtue towards them would never go forgotten. 

“I prefer living raven, but I love the gesture. Go on!” I encouraged. With a handful of pennies, Tyler took another shot, and this time, he hit right at the jackpot. What he didn’t know was that I gave a little push to his toss. 

“Was that you or was that me?” Tyler asked, confused. He must have caught onto the slight movement in the parabola of the coin mid-air. 

“You did the toss, didn’t you?” I winked. Tyler immediately caught up to my little act of assistance as he gave my cheek a soft pinch. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a certain pigtailed rebel approached us in a sly, hastened pace. 

“We need to go now.” Wednesday said, the faintly discernible panting showed her covert excitement to leave Jericho. 

We rushed towards Tyler’s car, covering our tracks as the crowd ushered behind us. As Tyler laid hand on the door, Lucas and his friends appeared from the shadow behind the car, still dressed in their tedious Pilgrim World uniforms. The grim, menacing look on their face seemed to be such a good fit for their costumes. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” They closed in on us with slow steps, assured that we were just some feeble helpless baby outcasts. 

“Get out of my way.” I said, low and baleful. A soft red glow appeared from the tip of my finger, sprawling across the air until they reached the bullies’ temple. Once it disappeared in their head, the bullies fell into a state of trance, leaving the car backwards as if they were a film played in reverse. 

“Get in the car… Wednesday?” I didn’t know when had she wandered off, but when I turned back, the stern goth girl was nowhere to be found. “Tyler, where is she?” 

Tyler shook his head. I grabbed his arm and ran back into the crowd to find her. A debt couldn’t be established if the favor was never done, and I wasn’t about to let a deal slip through my fingers. 

Wednesday rushed through the crowd with a kind of apprehensiveness that I’d never seen on her pale face. We followed behind her into the woods. It was pitch black, with slight hint of blood straggled in the air. Something was terribly wrong. I watched as Wednesday stopped abruptly and knelt down to what seemed to be… a body. In the depth of the forest, I could only see the body raised his quivering hand and gave Wednesday something. 

“Wednesday!” I shouted, but Wednesday didn’t registered my call. I understood why as I stopped my steps next to her. It was Rowan, the quiet geek from school. His chest was opened with four gushing wounds. In the crimson of blood, a familiar blue fluorescent pink shade shimmered under the moonlight. I covered my mouth, taking a few steps back and stumbled into Tyler. There was nothing we could’ve done. Wednesday muttered Rowan’s name over and over again but the bloodied kid wasn’t responding. 

“Wednesday, we need to go get help…” I grabbed tightly onto Tyler’s wrist. 

The grotesque murder scene wasn’t much of a scare to me. What truly took me aback was the wounds. They looked similar to what a Hyde could do. Similar, but not exact. I couldn’t say for sure it was a Hyde. It certainly wasn’t Tyler. I was here with him throughout the entire night. But he was a Hyde, and the longer he stayed next to the murder scene, the more he might draw suspicion and I can’t let that happen. 

Before I could get Wednesday to get up from Rowan’s side, she passed out on the leaves. I ran out for help as Tyler carried her out of the woods. The Harvest Fest ended in a catastrophic manner as Bianca called for Principal Weems. I walked to Tyler’s side after he dropped off Wednesday in the school staff’s care. 

“You and I, we didn’t see anything. Only Wednesday passing out in the forest, you got it?” I whispered, tugging on his sleeve anxiously. 

“If you say so… what’s wrong?” Tyler wrapped his arms around me, worried. I stood up on my tip toe, arms resting over his shoulder, pressing my lips against his ear shell to make sure no one else hear me. 

“The wound that large has to be caused by a Hyde. Even I know it’s not you, we can’t risk it. If there’s another Hyde out there, I will find them.” His arms tightened as I mentioned “another Hyde”. 

“Won’t Wednesday be a problem?” Tyler muttered. I could tell that this entire event was as unnerving for him as it was for me. The person that killed Rowan in the woods, whether it was a true Hyde in disguise or just a psychotic copycat who imitated the creature, could not be let loose. My instinct urged me to not just find out who it was, but to eliminate it, for Tyler. 

“Not necessarily. It’s alright.” I consoled calmly. In the worrying chatters from the crowd, I noticed a cold glare from the redheaded herbology teacher. 

Thornhill had been pinning me with her eyes since I walked out from the woods. I didn’t find her threatening, just rather vexing really. Though I wished to remain the harmless, meek little outcast most of the time, I wouldn’t shy away from snapping someone’s neck if they come anywhere near Tyler with a malicious intend. Something told me whatever she had in mind, she hadn’t given up on keeping Tyler on her leash. 

Wednesday woke up as Sheriff Galpin was called to the scene. She didn’t actually touch Rowan back in the woods. Without the blood as evidence, there was no trace that Rowan was even murdered in the first place. It was only her, and even she didn’t saw the killer in action. 

“Something killed Rowan! I saw his body in there!” Wednesday shouted with an unlikely erratic hint that was rare for her. “You must search the woods!” 

Given Wednesday’s intractable, Tyler’s dad and his colleagues was compelled to run a quick search in the woods, though their investigation was fruitless. Not even a body was found. As they came out empty-handedly, Wednesday’s relentless insist had only caused them to be even ore disconcerted. 

“You kids saw anything back there?” Sheriff Galpin asked, glaring at Tyler and me. 

“Just Wednesday. She was running and just fainted all a sudden. I thought she had low blood sugar or something.” Tyler shook his head. 

Sheriff Galpin sighed and walked away. Tyler was till looking at him as he joined the other cops back to the station. I knew he wanted to have a proper conversation with his father, but it didn’t seem to be half as easy as it used to be these days. Some times after Tyler’s mother passed away, I’d hear them arguing next door when I went to visit my father. If there was something our normie dads shared, would be their identical negligence towards their children after their wife were gone.

@sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​ @britteny69

[melodyofthevoid]

Spotify Discovery Review

So I wanted to try something new and figured I'd dive into more music thoughts, and since I've been actually listening to my Spotify Discovery (I needed new music lol) so yeah.

Overall Rating: 13/30 that I really like and even sort of like, so not bad. Probably won't be saving a ton of these for later listening, a few might go into some character playlists at least so that's good. We'll see if any grow on me. Below are some of the standouts good, bad, and indifferent. A few songs I didn't include bc they're instrumentals that I didn't really have any thoughts on. Not even neutral thoughts.

Good

Dear Alice (rainy days)

Slow and dreamlike, it's not really a surprise that there's heavy Alice in Wonderland theming but even though there's not a ton of singing, I found myself enjoying the ride.

Femme Fatale

A fantastic beat, a combination of western and tango aesthetics, a fast paced ride that makes me want to groove. Love the flirty danger that drips off of every word, it's got a solid identity and doesn't feel like it's trying too hard to be "edgy" or anything.

YOUR HEAD'S ON FIRE

Louie Zhong is always a bop and his lyrical style is always a joy. Unconventional metaphors and fun little bits, a very groovy guitar line that makes you want to wiggle.

Blink of an eye

Halfy and Winks make DSMP songs, I'm aware of this, however I love their musical style and lyrics. Gives me heavy inspiration for my own story just with how vivid and story based their stuff is. The revolutionary spark in here is nice.

Invisible Dan Avidan has popped into my feeds and I’m not really complaining? I love the rock style/retro vibe that this one has going on, his vocals really sell it. A little bit chase scene a little bit breakdown but overall a good time.

The Moon and Stars

Good folk vibes, gets close to scratching the same itch that The Crane Wives do but not quite, which is still a good time for me. We'll see if this fits a character in future.

The Manic

A great character song, will be applying to my blorbos soon. The pushing away from someone you love because you know you'll hurt them eventually and can't take it. Very good stuff.

Dance While the Sky Crashes Down

Eyyy Jason Webly, I remember you from WTNV. A tango for the end of the world and honestly isn't that a mood? I love the lyrics, although it drags a smidge at the end. Maybe because of TMA I'm a little more inclined towards this.

A song whose title is in Japanese. It's from land of the lustrous and I cannot copy paste the title.

Very eerie, very atmospheric. I haven't watched the show in its entirety myself, but I know that it has horror and suspense interwoven in some of the back half, and the clanking bells and echoes really give the sensation of being watched. Of being on edge. Good stuff.

Break Your Cranck

An altogether inexplicable piece. It’s done on a hurdy gurdy which is already a plus but. It. It sounds like electronica crafted by pirate bees. With some Indian influence thrown in for flavor. Like a space punk pirate bazaar. Very atmospheric but also so so confusing. I love it.

Dance of the blood drunk

A balance of wild carnival and orchestral splendor, feels like an epic batter on a grand scale. The unsteady thrill of never knowing if you’re winning or not.

Neutral

Absence

I kinda forgot what this sounded like tbh.

How Dare You

Pretty good? No real feelings on it.

I was an island

Again with the good lyrics, but the instrumentation and singing are on the verge of being unlistenable? Like I can listen, and I could see myself putting this on a character playlist or two for sure.

Tavern crawl

A fun little bawdy medieval style song, Annapantsu kills it as expected, but bar songs/drinking songs aren’t really my vibe? But I could see myself grooving to this generally.

Brand new city

Mitski, which is good, but some of her stuff doesn't hit me as much as it does others, and this is one of those times. Not bad by any means, just not something I can see myself going back to.

Cold, cold, cold

Has a story to it, the grandiosity is nice especially near the end but the whole song together doesn’t quite capture me in the way that other artists in this space do. I could listen to it if I was in a particular mood but otherwise it’s not a stand out.

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

I do like the Jekyll and Hyde musical don't get me wrong but I'm not a huge fan of this one? It's mostly a song meant to establish the upper crust as mindless gossips and twits, the combination of the old Disney-musical style instrumentals and the rather vulgar (by Victorian standards) lyrics is funny but that's all its got.

Timekeeper's Heartbeat

An interesting case where I like the instrumentals and most of the lyrics but it fails to really coalesce into a song? There's bits that don't rhyme for no reason, it comes across like one of those English vocaloid covers that doesn't adjust for the context. If it is, I wouldn't be surprised.

Nah

Whiplash (Black Math) Don’t like listening to it, not much else to really say here.

Wish you were gay I’m aware this one is a bit of a darling in some of the animation meme circles but I don’t really care for the instrumentation or the lyrics. Unpleasant to listen to.

Two's a party Jazz/cabaret but there’s not really a depth to it imo. I find it a bit hard to listen to despite the singer being pretty good if a bit... too whispery. A combination of the lyrics and sudden trumpet jump scares ig.

Judas An interesting concept and premise, the dichotomy of a queer relationship contrasted with the religious imagery is layered but the vocal performance doesn’t really do it for me. Seems to want to be mountain goats but it’s a little too raw?

I DONT TRUST U ANYMORE Person with a guitar genre, valid feelings but vocal performance is a bit flat. Reminds me of blink 182 but with none of the energy.

[thechaoscryptid]

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

(ask me writer questions!)

I love this question! I have many thoughts on this and I'll try to make them coherent lmao. I'm pulling out my writing books for this too because in Gentle Writing Advice (pg. 199), Chuck Wendig pretty well summarizes my thoughts:

And therein lies the secret: Writer's block isn't all that bad. Because, if you really think about it, writer's block is sometimes like a warning light letting you know something is off. It is a tremor in the spider's web, or an ill wind blowing. It's doing us a service, as bad as it might feel. Think of writer's block as the voice of your intestinal flora, the choir of hypersentient bacteria in your gut that provides the insight of instinct. You can ignore them and push on - that's okay, too, as long as you fix in edit - and there's also nothing to say our instincts are uinversally correct. [...] My process in this regard needn't be your process: certainly there's value to mashing the accelerator and driving that machine as fast as you can till the thing either gets you over the finish line or explodes in a fiery ball before tumbling down a plot hole big enough to swallow Central Park. You can always fix it in subsequent drafts. The point stands, though, that writer's block isn't necessarily all bad. There's gold in them thar hills. The question is whether or not you can dig for it.

I think writer's block is unfairly maligned. That's my hot take on it. We should spend less time boohooing the fact we're blocked and more time figuring out why it's happening.

Throughout the above book, Wendig talks a lot about the writing process and how your life outside of writing relates to it, and there's also a great section that basically boils down to "block or breakdown," in which he posits that some of what writers consider "creative block" is actually something more serious (mental or physical illness, weird/wrong environment, etc).

Writer's block is my sign to check in with myself on both a writing and personal level to ask what's gone sideways. Sometimes I can push through it with an extra coffee and a little effort. More often, it's my sign to rest, chill out, cool my jets. Take a break for once.

In the same vein, low creativity!

AWFUL thing to experience. Terrible! The worst! There are fewer things I hate more than the times my creative well has turned to sludge and writing is a fucking slog.

And, like writer's block, realizing my well is running dry is a signal for me to stop, step back, and reassess.

I've actually been struggling really hard with both block and being creatively dry for like, four months now. I've been writing fuck all except 100 words of BG3 fic at a time on work breaks, and it's been rough.

What I have been doing?

Reading. A lot of reading, and analyzing style/structure/characterization to figure out what new elements I might be able to incorporate to a new creative project. I've been reading fantasy, sci-fi, classics, writing books, other nonfiction, books on myths - I'm really chewing through titles 😅

Resting. Not forcing myself to sit down and work on projects. I've actually avoided working on writing projects even on days I feel like I can or want to write.

Other creatively involved work. I've been cooking and baking more, as well as doing a lot of zine admin work. Shit that involves creative projects but doesn't necessarily involve creativity. I looooove creative-adjacent work for low creativity times!

Redoing old work. I'm talking like, rewriting and editing 5+ year old work from the ground up. You already have the raw material, and this is an easy, low-pressure way to get back in the saddle OR just keep those writing muscles limber (but also, you canNOT beat yourself up about "oh I was so bad how did anyone ever like this" that's not allowed).

Not putting pressure on myself to perform. This is a huge cause of creativity issues for me, ngl. But over the past two years or so, I've really been working hard at just allowing myself to create at my own pace. I feel, especially in fandom, people feel obligated to churn out content as quick as they can lest they get ignored and forgotten; learning to break out of that "gotta go fast" mentality has done WONDERS for not draining me as quickly, even if it still feels shitty to see more popular writers dropping a new 15k fic every week.

Slowly but surely, my creative well is refilling. My blocks are becoming fewer and farther between and when they do hit, I'm better prepared to know if it's something I can push through and fix later OR if it's something I really do need to sit back and consider.

So yeah!

I guess TL;DR my advice is basically (though easier said than done, I will admit):

Know thyself and thy limits

Step back, get your head clear, and assess

Do non-writing creative work that sparks joy

Remove yourself from the comparison game

[anglercrit]

A Breakdown of Cotton Candy From An Early 2010s Pop Fan

So I got the urge to listen to early 2000s-2010s pop again, and upon listening to it- it gave me examples to put my issues with Cotton Candy into words. I’ll break this down into a couple sections just so I can go over everything in depth as I can (and expect reblogs to this when a new realization hits me.)

1. The Tempo

Let’s compare Cotton Candy to a few different songs- the first is an obvious example, Die Young.

With how big of an inspo Kesha is to Viv, I’m not surprised she’d trying to harness the energy of a song like Die Young. However, the way she goes about it is all wrong. Cotton Candy is…slow. Like- really slow. Now that’s not to say a song going for a 2010s vibe can’t be slow- there were plenty of slower, more somber pop songs. I’ll use We Are Young by Fun. As an example.

When the tone of your party song is more like the fastest part of We Are Young than the slowest part of Die Young, you have a problem.

There ARE party songs with slower beats- an example that comes to mind is Halo by Beyoncé.

However, her vocals really elevate the song, while Cotton Candy’s….we’ll get to that eventually.

2. The Instruments

Cotton Candy is a very repetitive song- not that that’s bad in itself, pop in general is very repetitive. However, the issue is that it doesn’t have the proper energy for a pop song that makes the repetitiveness works. The whole song has pretty much the same few synthy chords with no variation and no real punch- again, look at Die Young, which had drums, guitar, dubstep- it had variety. Cotton Candy is the Four Chords taken to their extremes. It doesn’t even really pick up for the chorus or what’re supposed to be “big standout moments.”

3. The Vocals

Okay, before I get into this section, I need to make one thing clear: I AM NOT ATTACKING ROCHELLE DIAMANTÉ AND I DO NOT WANT ANYONE TO ATTACK HER EITHER. SHE DOES AN AMAZING KESHA AND SHE DID THE BEST WITH WHAT SHE HAD.

However- the vocals aren’t above critique. Like the instruments, the vocals are very samey for most of the song- even big exciting moments are sung in the same tone as the chorus. Now more subdued vocals can work- but the actual music tends to need to make up for it. If the vocals were better or the instrumental was better, this song might’ve had a chance- but unfortunately both are just meh, leaving it dead in the water.

So, there’s my thoughts on Cotton Candy- I definitely could’ve worded some things better, but I hope my point gets across well enough.

[industryhbo]

yj thoughts mostly about the antler queen 😒

maaan..... this show got so much cheaper this season. cause they originally planned for lottie to be the antler queen (the writers literally called it the oracle, which is still lottie even if nat is the leader) but after the show blew up and the queen became such a Big Deal they decided to change it just to surprise people. which. i don't like lmao. it was a cool dimension to lottie that she was so resistant to leadership, and that would've been really interesting with her becoming antler queen, accepting the mantle but treating it with such grave seriousness. but instead they just uno reversed it

lottie saying she can't feel the wilderness anymore but you'd think she felt it when she let shauna beat her up, and also when javi died and she got healed. if she can't feel the wilderness anymore, and assuming she won't really feel it for the rest of the 19 months, then the entiiiire thread of adult lottie feeling the wilderness again and becoming convinced it wants a sacrifice makes NO SENSE. her connection to the wilderness had literally nothing to do with the sacrifice ritual (unless her connection comes back and it becomes an important part of the sacrifices, but it really seems like all that will be up to nat from now on). lottie started the spilling blood thing but at no point has teen lottie felt the wilderness asking them to make a full sacrifice like she is proposing in the adults' storyline, and if she lost connection to the wilderness then teen lottie never will, and adult lottie's sacrifice plan is coming out of literally nowhere.

plus adult van's reaction to seeing lottie again like. she was so affected and it made sense because lottie was their leader! but now they are going to shift onus of the wilderness onto natalie, and van didn't react at all to seeing nat again. i feel like there's hardly any narrative support in the adults' storyline for nat being the antler queen. like, was there any scenes or lines that alluded to this? other than nat's dream where she is the antler queen because obviously.

in light of the finale, so much of season 2 doesn't make sense anymore... like when lottie is talking about the bees killing each other and nat says "i see why you like them". but lottie was literally the most removed from the first attempt at killing and never wanted it to happen?? nat was much more involved. so what the fuck is that line supposed to mean

and why did lottie have a mental breakdown when they got rescued? it makes sense if she was very in tune with the wilderness, and had gotten used to its power and being the leader of the group. and then returning to regular society feels wrong for her. but if she couldn't even feel the wilderness for the rest of the 19 months?? and she's just a follower with no more visions??? then why would it be so jarring for her?

the first season was just so clean and purely good tv but now it's more sensational and shock value i think. it's cool to watch but doesn't have the gravitas of season 1. and i really wish there was more psychological horror

ig it depends on what lottie's role becomes going forward in the teen's timeline but i feel like switching the antler queen messes with her character so much. is there any logical/narrative explanation for this someone pls explain

[starsaviour48]

Tower AU part 2

Thought I would introduc more characters.

-Arcee is as I already said Smokescreen's best friend (after Bee). She is more smiley than her old 'you can only pull a smile on my face with strings'. A cool femme who teaches combat to other younger femmes in her free time. She also have outings with Windblade, Smokescreen and Chromia. Sometimes they even visit clubs just for the heck of it. She also good friends with Knockout (after she got her evidence that he is no threat anymore) and Bumblebee. But she still our badass femme who is not afraid to say what is on her mind and ready to kick anyone's aft that hurts her friends and family. She is a stealth operator that works with Mirage (she is more like his boss but they don't really care).

-Mirage, Smokescreen other friend and ex colleague. He takes his job really seriously however he can be seen spooking his fellow operators. He could seem like the typical quite kid first but he has a great sense of humor once you get to know him. His favourit free time activity is either watching sports with Hound and Ironhide or playing cards or board games with Smokescreen and Bumblebee (he takes defeat really well unlike the other two who always seem to comepete also he is not bothered by their PDA). The joke is that they started playing card games less because Bee can't stand the fact that Smokescreen always wins. Mirage on the other hand takes this as a challange and tries his best to beat his friend. Mirage is a stealth operator who is also deployed as a support unit from time to time.

-Knockout is the second most important doctor in the Tower after Ratchet ofc. The biggest gossip in the whole Tower he knows everything and has black mail matterial on everyone. He could use them to get what he wants but it only works on a couple of bots (he has the most matterial on Sideswipe by the way). He is good friends with Arcee, Starscream and Sunny. His personality didn't really change the only thing I changed in him that he mourns Breakdowns death a little more visibly like going out to his grave (on Cybertron he got one) every once in a while (birthdays, anniversarys, valentine's day).