#LMFAOO sorry i felt silly

[chdmeeksmartins]

also, based on my last post and bc i simply want to say it, here’s how the scream 6 friend group is approaching the “barbenheimer” trend…

Tara: is without a doubt seeing Oppenheimer first, and then going to a showing of Barbie w/ Sam.

Sam: she’s seeing Barbie… and might check out Oppenheimer when she has the time (aka she’s going to see it with Danny and not tell anyone)

Mindy: doing an Oppenheimer & Barbie feature 100% … will probs see Oppenheimer first and then go to Barbie as a date night thing with Anika.

Chad: he is seeing Barbie PROUDLY on opening night with Ethan & he’s going to be wearing pink, then they’ll go see Oppenheimer together later.

Anika: Barbie’s #1 fan… she’s seeing it with Mindy and isn’t at all interested in seeing Oppenheimer.

Ethan: is excited for both but is mostly interested in Barbie because of Ryan Gosling & Chad’s clear excitement for the movie… he likes Nolan films in general though and will def enjoy Oppenheimer.

Quinn: could not give less of a fuck about seeing Oppenheimer, thinks Barbie deserves an Oscar.

[bonesandthebees]

SHAKES UR HAND PRISMO !!!

together we can convince the bee tumblr community to become as obsessed with it as us

ALSO DAMNNN DEDICATED /POS

on a side note-

hold up

on a side side note: i get so distracted in these asks bee omfg im so sorry, i feel like my high energy can get too much sometimes KFDSJKDF pls let me know if u need me to turn it down a notch, i just get excited whenever i talk about fics soo aksdfjkSKJDF

anyways on the original side note: talking about the bee tumblr community just made me think about it, it really does feel like a sort of family <3 i love seeing all the random updates from the different anons here and getting to connect to you and to each other, it feels much more wholesome and secure than places like twt LMFAOO but idk it's just nice <3

i had tumblr for awhile but i never used it until i started reading the asks here, and it took me awhile to join in bc i felt intimidated skfdkjsd which is ironic bc yknow i could always go anon? but idk it just felt like everyone had their groove going and i didn't want to intrude, but i joined and i never felt that way

anyways oops this got long (as it always does kjfsdkj), but i just wanted to say that i appreciate you bee <3 for letting us anons n non anons ramble in ur ask box and analyze ur fics and/or just straight up scream noncoherent things

this has been a bright spot in my life lately and it's really special to me <333 and ur genuinely like . one of the kindest authors i've met, but you also have such a good sense of your boundaries n stuff, i admire you really. ur super cool

and also to all the other sillies in bee's asks, i appreciate u guys too <3 ur all super cool people, and i love hearing what you have to say :)) it's genuinely really nice and comforting to be a part of this community <33

lol no you're fine icy!! while it can be a Lot it always makes me laugh whenever I post a chapter of something that has sandduo in it and my inbox just fills with you screaming. it makes me so happy to know how excited my fics make you and the others though so :D

the thing you said about the tumblr community we have here is so sweet though and it's more right than I think even I realized initially. it's really nice when I see regular askers/anons pop up in my inbox and get to catch up on tiny parts of your lives and then in turn you guys talk to each other—it's just so sweet y'know? the thing I really love about having such an active inbox especially with asks about my fics is that it's a lot easier for me to respond to tumblr asks than ao3 comments. I rarely reply to ao3 comments because it's really just overwhelming and then I'm like "well if I respond to one person I feel bad about not responding to everyone else" but sometimes I just don't know what to say or there's just too many comments y'know? I LOVE my ao3 comments they mean so much to me but it's really nice to have people come into my inbox here to tell me their thoughts on my chapters bc it gives me a chance to reply with my own thoughts in a way that feels a lot more like a discussion I guess

so yeah. thank you guys for coming into my inbox to give me your thoughts it seriously makes me so happy and is definitely part of the reason why I have so much motivation to post so much.

also I'm really glad you decided to start popping in here one day icy you're very fun to have around :)

one thing I've always been very aware of since getting 'big' in this fandom is how to maintain things like boundaries while still connecting with the community and my readers specifically. because I wanna talk to you guys and I love interacting with you and all that, but also sometimes people in fandom who get 'big' can be a bit strange to others or get way too involved with discourse and just stir the pot and to each their own do fandom how you want but I don't wanna do that y'know. I'm here to have a good time and I want this little community we've built to also just be a nice, welcoming place for everyone

thank you for this icy it really made me smile to read <3

[suenitos]

idk it just scratched that part of my brain that enjoys creative media outlets LMFAOO but idk i'm not a lorehead in the sense that everything had to be thought out i just thought everything could be stablished inthe lore in a fun or interesting way BECAUSE it surged as nothing serious and slowly started to introduce more and more serious elements, people at the end thought this was a series. and that it was solely written by wilbur which made me saurrrr angry. he's a talented creater, such as slimecicle, in terms of creating cohesive stories! but to attribute all progress to him was ANNOYING

(cGeorge was my personal 9/11 in that regard. Cause he was such a smartly introduced and stablished character and he was so good and in my then circle NOBODY FUCKING CARED it made me go crazy. like you really didn't need to do daily streams like tommy back then to create a compelling character and cGeorge showed that and well you know my cDnf demons sorry had to pull this out he's just so loved by me ... need to finish the animatic fr)

techno was such a good creator i'll always hold my love for him close to my chest, he cared a lot about the things the fans created, he was just lovely and he made such an interesting character with only little preparation. he managed to weave a truly beautiful tale of found family with the syndicate, and he maintained his character the way he loved until the end which i admire since lots of other creators decided to let the fans dictate far more than they should've (in my opinion). i hate the way he was treated at the end of 2021. he seriously deserved better, and i hope he rests in peace knowing he made such a beautiful impact in the community in general.

anyway FUCKKKK MUCHAEL i have a bone to pick with any and all cBeeduo loreheads They're worse than cInniters 2 me 🌟

i understand you. i personally lovedd a lot of the fanart and THE ANIMATICS that came out of dsmp it was kind of like SU in that it also got me to Draw Better. i will always be mad about the wilbur head writer thing because well im a little drolopilled about the fact that DREAM came up with a lot of stuff that ppl attributed to wilbur but anyway.

i think what george did with his character was really smart in my eyes showing the character IS the spectacle simply because he didnt do a ton but every single one of those streams revealed something important about his relationship to other characters and the server. and that disconnection and slow insanity via the dreams was interesting to me. i do wish he did a bitttt more but not everyone needs to be a tommy to have good lore. it irritated the hell out of me that so many people didnt take his streams seriously for a lot of reasons we talked about a little but those are my personal demons about cgeorge

i think in some ways techno rlly embodied the srs and nsrs aspects of the rp in that he had some really epic moments ppl will remember forever but at the same time was goofy and silly. i loved that he had a strong sense of his character and the way he incorporated other characters into the plot. admittedly i wasnt much of a techno watcher but i think everyone felt the effect of his passing really deeply. i also hope his family is doing alright and if there is an afterlife he knows just how much of an impact he continues to have on the world :(

cbeeduo was hell on earth oh my god. i hated cranberry in particular if qs lore wasnt fleshed out his wasnt even a skeleton. it wasnt even ARTERIES. you will neva be cdnf ⁉️ and once again fuck that pig

[violentviolette]

hey jack im sorry if this is a really weird and random question but do you have any tips for not being so nervous meeting someone from online for the first time? I know you and Ryo meet up and I was wondering if that was awkward at first if you have any tips for it!

no worries anon not a weird question at all. i've actually been meeting up with online friends since i was like 14 so i actually do have a fair bit of practice with it and it's kind of old hat to me now

honestly im always a little nervous before meeting someone new and i think thats normal and healthy, the first time i met ryo i honestly felt like i was gonna excitement vomit like a dog lmfaoo but i think allowing urself to say "im nervous and thats okay" helps a lot

for me it's all about taking the pressure off. the pressure to be perfect or make this amazing first impression and be the coolest funniest most charming dude imaginable. but thats just not reality and it's unhelpful and unfair to put that pressure on myself. remembering that this is (hopefully) someone who ur already close friends with and who knows u and enjoys ur company for who u are, and they're just as excited and nervous, but they also know ur a human being. there isnt pressure to be perfect or super cool or amazingly witty or funny, and its also okay if ur kinda awkward and a little weird and u say or do really stupid things. if the person ur meeting is a genuine friend, they wont care about any of that and will enjoy their time with u anyway, and if they do judge u for any of that, then they're probably a dick and u dont want to be friends with them anyway so better to know now

the first night i slept at ryos i got so nervous about sleeping in his bed that i slept on the floor instead. it was a deranged decision but i made it and followed thru ajksdhjkasdklas and like yea looking at it out of context thats really stupid and awkward and embarassing, his mom asked me if i was alright LOL but now in hindsight it's just a really hilarious and silly story that we both can joke about. it's a fond memory and it didnt make him think i was weird and stupid and not wanna be my friend anymore.

to me thats really all it's about, remembering that its okay to be weird and awkward, and that they're probably also gonna be nervous and weird and awkward. ur both probably gonna do some embarrassing things and thats normal and okay. first time meeting ppl irl is always an adjustment, u need some time to get used to being around one another and learning what the others like and how to do things together. but it's all just a normal part of the process and it's okay if its a mess. that just means u'll have some funny stories to look back on and laugh about together later

[frankcastleonlyfans]

I’m just glad the kids aren’t fighting each other, cause a lot of sibling rivalries start with parents preferring one child over the other. Thankfully the kids have their mother, even tho Alyssa doesn’t fully realize to bond with her mother at this point, LMFAOO. But I’m sorry I came off angry or aggressive, daemon does care but does he love??? I just have unresolved trauma. You’re one of my favorite writers, and I adore this series!!💕💕💕

i mean- they're not fighting now, at least. y/n raised her children pretty well, specially her boys. they've come to understand their father's favoritism, but y/n had been by their side enough that they didn't cared that much about daemon's absence. but they're just children, of course it bothers them. sometimes they just want to do silly things with their father, that doesn't include them fighting each other and calling it "training".

daemon do love his boys, he just have a strange way of showing it (he doesn't show it at all). i guess he thinks that teaching the boys how to fight but not showing them affection is his way of saying "i love you". rhaegon is his firstborn, he is everything daemon dreamed when he thought about having a son. and maegon reminds him of y/n, he is calm and sweet, but he's also determined and smart. how could he not love his boys?

and you don't need to apologize about sounding aggressive, it felt like you cared about the oc's and it made me feel seen as a writer. thank you so much my darling, you don't know how much that means to me 🥺💓 (not me tearing up to that 😭)

[sparklingpax]

Tales From Iacon - Part 5: The End of the World

A/N:

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

-HOLY CRACKERS ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR IM SO SORRY LMFAOO

-help what--no actually why is the plot of this chapter sdjdsjsdj yes its silly please dont laugh at meeee o////o

-yes by the way. despite the very long gaps between chapters, this series is definitely ongoing, I do have plans for future chapters I just....have to write them........... :'D

-BRUH this one is so long, I'm sorry, I'm bad at making things like. Not Drawn Out lmao--

-If you haven't read the other parts, and just as a reminder, this and all future chapters are set in the aligned continuity (tfp) oh and also! this is the first time ratchet meets megatronus; a bit anticlimactic maybe, but I thought it would be better to just have them meet sorta by coincidence. I do like the idea the three of them are friends, perhaps another reason why Ratchet is so resentful and bitter of Megatron later...anyways.

-at the end of the day, this and all the things I write are just for fun. If you think it's garbage or you just don't like it, that's valid...just scroll on by please ;w;

-ummmmmmm I really don't have anything else to add other than to have mercy on me with typos and the like, I'll edit them as I reread at later dates. and I hope you enjoy! :D

///

One fine evening—early morning, really—Megatronus received the worst news anyone could receive at such an ungodly hour.

Megatronus had passed out on his berth, having a much-needed rest for his sore, battered body after a particularly trying match against twin, rogue Insecticon prisoners.

About maybe an hour earlier, the huge mech had stumbled exhaustedly into his room and flopped down on the bed, huffing a relieved sigh as he felt the throbbing in all his limbs begin to dissipate.

Within moments, he’d fallen asleep.

His arm hung off the berthside, fingertips gently grazing the edge of his immobile, silent holopad. Everything was, for this one time, so still and peaceful.

So, when the device went off with a sudden and violent buzzing, Megatronus was instantly jerked awake—ripped from a calm rest in the realm of absolute nothingness, not even a dream.

His arm shot away from the floor, coming to rest uneasily on the bed with the rest of him.

Since the room had no light source, if the lights were off, it was pitch black inside. This little holopad had by itself, lit up the entire room, painting it with a decidedly eerie, turquoise light.

For a few moments, his optics blearily fixated on the object—glowing electric blue, emitting a frustratingly repetitive buzzing noise, and vibrating.

Vaguely, he recalled sending Orion a message about this to ask if he could turn that feature off.

And after Orion had in fact, explained this process...Megatronus had forgotten entirely, and decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

Of course, now he was being reminded of what had annoyed him enough to even ask about it in the first place.

Tomorrow. I’ll fix that infernal beeping tomorrow.

Still only half-awake, the large mech remained still, simply continuing to stare at the holopad. He felt a twinge of annoyance as exhaustion quickly crept back into him, as his whole body was taking a moment to remind him how tired and sore he was.  

Frag it—who the scrap is calling me at…

He squinted at the screen to see the time, printed in a neat, short, white font.  

“—3 in the morning?!”

He groaned, rubbing his face and hefting himself off the bed.

It would keep ringing if he didn’t do something about it. Like take the call.

“Primus give me patience,” he muttered as he picked it up…a little too late.  

Or, I could have waited for the damned thing to quiet itself. He’d forgotten that was a thing, too.

He watched as the screen went dark again for a couple moments, then lit up to read “missed call.”

Megatronus registered the profile picture and the name written beside it.

Orion?

Okay, so it was either important and life-changing, or something very strange.

Megatronus thought for a moment, feeling a bit more awake as he considered the possibility of something terrible soon to take place—or perhaps something unexpected in general.

That piqued his interest some.

Now I must know what he’d wanted at an hour like this.

The device started to buzz again.

Megatronus glared at it.

I’d like a round in the pits with the guy who designed this sound.

It had a particular way it bothered his audio receptors.

He sighed and tapped the ‘pick up’ button. Then, dropping it beside himself and lying back in his bed, the gladiator chuckled a little as he started speaking. The device darkened its screen again, leaving Megatronus to eye the darkness of his room once again.

“By the Primes, Orion—it’s 3 in the—”

“Megatronus.”

Instantly, he stopped, unnerved by the solemnity of his friend’s whispery tone.

His eyes searched the dark nothingness of his room as he waited in silence for whatever his friend was about to say. 

“What I am about to say, you may not believe….but it is something that could affect all of Cybertron…something of great magnitude—something…very dire…”

“Is…is that so?”

He felt uneasiness begin to well up from the pits of his stomach. The thought of this being a joke flashed through his processor before he reminded himself this was Orion making this call.  

He happens to be a terrible liar. I would know if he was messing with me.

Orion exhaled shakily over the call, filling the silence.

Megatronus tensed and slowly sat up, hearing the crackly sound of paper being unfurled from his device.

His confusion deepened, but interest locked his jaw shut as he waited.

Then at last, Orion told him.

“Megatronus, I—I found….a prophecy—a scroll. In it, the writing states…” A sharp rustling noise sounded from the holopad, “…it—it said our world will crumble away to…to nothing on the next full moon—the smaller one.”

Megatronus had…no idea when the full moons were to happen.

He did know, however, what “crumble away to nothing,” meant, and felt an apprehensive worry start to stiffen his body, turning over the revelation in his mind as Orion spoke more about the scroll.

“And…the time in simpler terms would be?”

A long pause, as if the archivist did not want to reply. 

“…I-In…two days.”

Megatronus was suddenly not as tired and sore as before.

///

The sun was shining very brightly in the sky, causing all the shinier structures and objects in sight—built from their reflective metals—to glint and shimmer. On a day as bright as this, it was like the streets of Iacon city, and all its things, became as jewels.

Yet such beautiful sights were not so eye-catching to Orion Pax today.

Instead, he had his optics trained on the ground below his feet. His figure was slumped over and seated on a lone park bench, head leaning on his palm. He tapped his foot to no particular rhythm, but more as an anxious motion to keep his mind at bay.

The buildings and the nature around him were only more distressing, actually, for Orion could only think about the immenant end of it all….set to happen a mere two days from the present, and counting.

He checked his holopad again, seeing the time and sharply sighing.

He’s late again…ohhh, we must do this today or never!! Come on, Megatronus, come on…

Footfalls directly behind Orion caused him to shoot upright and turn with a hopeful gaze—

“There you are!” He exclaimed.

Megatronus came around and took his seat, apologizing for the wait.

“Kaon is a long way, and bypassing the security is no easy feat…” he paused, “Though doable all the same.” He flashed his friend a confident smile, but it faltered when he realized Orion had gone back to staring at the ground in thought.  

Now is not the time for jokes, He reminded himself, trying to sober up. End of the world. Destruction. Right.  

Megatronus found his optics wandering from one bot to the next as they bustled by. He was used to this kind of silence, as the two often met in this park to talk, or to simply share each other’s company to contemplate things.

After a few moments of silence amidst the noise, Orion at last spoke up. His words were brisk.  

“I’ll take you to the Hall of Records and show you the scroll. While there, we must gather resources, find a means of escape, and craft a message to send to all the cities of Cybertron—”

Megatronus turned sharply at the last part.

“All of Cybertron?!”

“Yes, Megatronus!” Orion sounded as if it had been obvious. “We can’t just—”

“But—all its citizens, in all its cities?” He interjected. “Orion, it’s not possible!”

“Says who?”

“Logic!!”

“Logic is not the answer all the time, Megatronus!” Now, he was getting annoyed.

“No, Orion—” Megatronus found himself getting frustrated as well. “Be realistic!”

“I’m being realistic, and fair,” Orion fired back, leaning a little closer.

Now he really was upset. Megatronus grimaced.

“What other heartless arguments have you, Megatronus? You want to leave this planet alone and let everyone else just…die?!”

Megatronus felt his blood start to simmer.

Heartless? He was anything but heartless. The gladiator took a deep offense to that.

If there was anything he knew, it was what it felt like to be brushed off—as the “others” to be trampled on, overlooked, forgotten…left for scrap.

But he also remembered that it would be impractical to fight with Orion at this moment—more specifically, it would be a waste of time in the face of this great danger.

Orion….for all your book-smarts, you can be a fool all the same. You must be aware you can’t save everyone…or do ideals build for you kingdoms in the sky that you trust as reality?

“Perhaps…I am not seeing things from your perspective,” he yielded, in a quieter voice.

“That’s what I thought,” Orion snapped, then drew back and stood up. “Let’s go, Megatronus. There’s no time.”

Calmly, the burgundy-silver mech stood up and eyed his friend with an odd kind of gaze.

“I thought I’d have to tell you that,” he said.

Instantly Orion opened his mouth to respond, then realized his own mistake. Instead of owning up to anything, however, he huffed and turned on his heel, starting down the smooth sidewalk.

Megatronus watched him for a moment, feeling a little triumphant.

The world as we know it ends in two days…there really is no time.

He strode after Orion.

///

 “The fools are the ones with knowledge, and the fools are the ones without it….in essence, my friends…”

Ratchet turned the page.

“…we are all fools. Fools convinced of knowledge and science, but fools all the same in the greater scheme of things. We will never know it all…so let us resign ourselves to that fate, and strive to learn all we can.”

Ratchet stared at the last few words and let them sink in, trying to understand on an abstract level what it all meant. They were the final words for a novel he’d elected to read and write a report on for one of his university classes.

Yes, he was studying medicine and science and all that, but philosophy and studies on the mind and life couldn’t possibly hurt. In fact, Ratchet was convinced that he could only add more to the things he knew—the more to think on, the merrier.

His gaze lingered for a moment more on the final page, then he shut the book gently. Folding his servos, he let them rest lightly upon the sturdy, leather cover.

Wind swayed the leaves above him, so he let his head tilt back to stare at them, as if it was also moved by the breeze. 

Fools in this universe, huh?

Ratchet let his eyes close.

Perhaps now he would be able to finally catch up on the hours of sleep he’d missed with his late-night cramming nearly every night of this week….

“All of Cybertron?!”

Ratchet snapped forward at the loud voice, instantly annoyed.

Who the scrap is yelling and disturbing the peace of this park—

“Orion, it’s not possible!”

“Says who?!”

“Logic!!”

Ratchet made a face, realizing he knew those voices.

“Logic is not the answer all the time, Megatronus!”

Turning slowly, Ratchet found he was indeed correct. He watched as Orion and Megatronus heatedly conversed for a few more minutes, then stood up to leave. Orion stiffly marched out, Megatronus had remained standing for a moment before following at a quicker pace.

The two of them had been visibly annoyed with one another, he noted, only Megatronus seemed to be doing a better job of hiding it.

And that was as expected—Orion was known to wear his spark on the outside, so to speak. His emotions were upfront and clear most of the time.

Or at least, that’s how almost anyone who knew the mech would describe him.

“Orion,” Ratchet muttered, watching them finally fade into the crowds outside the park grounds. “What on Cybertron are you up to with that gladiator friend of yours?”

He sighed, rising from the bench and gathering his things.  

Yes, he more wanted to sit in the park and continue enjoying his free afternoon.

No, Ratchet had no worries about anyone’s safety.

But something in his spark tugged on him, urging him to follow them. Plus, Ratchet was a curious bot. He had to know what was up.

He made his way out of the park on the same path Orion and his friend had left.

It couldn’t possibly be something minor if it involved ‘all of Cybertron,’ after all.

///

“It’s back here,” Orion said, taking a left and heading into a side room.

Megatronus squinted with some effort and followed Orion into it, as the blue luminescence of huge computer screens and shelves upon shelves of active tablets was left behind them.

The room ahead was almost pitch black, for nothing in that room was alive but himself and his friend. After a few moments, his optics adjusted to the room, and he began to see the shapes of the room’s contents.

Megatronus found it interesting that there were so many physical documents left after all this time and modernization.

It was assumed most everything was coded and left on holopads these days; transcribed, moved to a digital form, archived on a device of some kind, and yet…what seemed to be hundreds of scrolls—and even stone artifacts, he noticed—lay before Megatronus.

He looked from left to right with every step forward, silently and in awe.

Orion previously explained that there had always been means for these things to be written in digital form, yet there was no real reason why these documents were not.

It was thus theorized by elder scholars that the authors of the stories and accounts had simply not had said tools at their disposal in those moments, and decided to note their experiences and observations with whatever they could. Either that, or for unexplained reasons, had chosen physical documentation over digital.

Up ahead, Megatronus could make out a small desk and chair, and heard Orion’s footsteps speed up as he made his way to it.

Well, as an aspiring archivist, he must know his way around without the lights. No wonder he walks ahead with such ease…

A sharp click sounded.

Very suddenly, everything was visible. Megatronus uttered a small noise and squinted again, this time slightly in pain. He had just gotten used to the darker lighting but…oh well.

“Now, we’ve got to put together our transmission message,” Orion started almost immediately.

Megatronus watched him begin the speedy ‘cleanup’ of his messy desk—shoving things in drawers, moving the stray papers into piles and crushing them into an open science textbook. A few things clattered accidentally off the reddish wood, while others plummeted off the surface quite intentionally.

It is somehow…cute to watch him scurry about like this.

Orion eyed some papers tacked to his wall, then removed and relegated them to the floor as well.

“I see you keep a tidy workspace,” Megatronus observed with an innocent tone.

Orion threw him a look, but the larger mech could see the suppressed edges of a smile before Orion turned back to his desk and began opening files on his computer.

After a couple moments of quiet except for the typing, Orion motioned for Megatronus to come closer so he could help out. It was then that he noticed one paper had been left on the archivists’ desk, rolled shut.

Staring at it, he asked, “Does this paper tell us of our doom?”

Orion nodded, beginning to type out what was probably his evacuation plea—or a draft of it, at least. So Megatronus carefully picked it up and turned it over in his servos, handling it with as much care as he could.

Then, he opened it.

What he found, however, was not a terrifying prophecy. What he found was—

“Orion, what the scrap is this?” He muttered, holding it closer and squinting at it. He let it roll shut again and placed it on the desk. “It’s all meaningless scribbles! And you mean to tell me you got ‘the world ends soon’ from it?”

“It does say that,” Orion muttered back, continuing to type. “That’s old Cybertronian.”

Megatronus blinked. He didn’t even know there was an ‘old Cybertronian.’ 

“Which I can read…” Orion finally stopped typing, seeming to realize something. “Or, well, that’s to say…”

The gladiator raised an eyebrow. He didn’t like the sound of that unease in his friend’s voice. He was about to ask another question when the two of them heard someone was coming down the hall.  

And sure enough, someone Megatronus had never seen before poked his head through the doorway.

“Ratchet!” Orion exclaimed, perking up and waving. For a moment, Megatronus observed, all the apprehension had seemed to disappear.  

Megatronus frowned in thought, watching the mech pick his way through the piles of scrolls until he was next to Orion’s desk. Finally, it hit him, where he’d heard that name before.

“And you are…the medical student?”

Ratchet broke off what he’d started saying to Orion and looked him up and down. He then nodded.

“And you must be Megatronus, the…warrior from Kaon,” he returned looking very serious.

“Gladiator. Though I enjoy the title of ‘warrior.’”

“Right.”

There was a short pause.

“Though I am by law not allowed in these streets, I’ve found the law to be quite shabby at their job of keeping those like myself…out.”

“Seems these days we’re all figuring something out about our…illustrious leaders, and their idea of a functional society,” Ratchet said sarcastically.

Orion leaned back in his chair to look at them both, worrying they might be sizing each other up or something.

Then, Ratchet grinned.

“Well, Megatronus, I don’t have my degree yet, but if you’ve anything you’d like me to take a look at…” He offered, extending his servo.

Megatronus chuckled, and shook it firmly.  

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I’ve only heard your name from Orion, after all.”

“Same here.”  

Thank the Allspark, no hostility.

Orion sighed quietly, then got back to work.

He’d let Megatronus get to know Ratchet a little better rather than demand any more of this focus for this. Besides, Orion wanted to write the transmission himself.

He scanned the place he’d left off, his second paragraph, reading it off in his mind to get back into the writing flow.

‘Though it may seem hard to believe,’ he typed, ‘I can assure you that this is a very real threat. One that I believe we must heed. Fellow Cybertronians, we must remember that our race is one of change. Moving homes is a large leap, but it will be necessary—’  

“‘—if we are to survive what our elders have warned’…” Ratchet’s voice startled Orion, quickly realizing he and Megatronus had quietly moved to watch over the archivist’s shoulder as he was writing. Finishing that sentence, he stopped again, having lost concentration once more.

He turned to request that Ratchet not read over his shoulder like that, and then to ask what Megatronus thought of the announcement so far, but Ratchet spoke first.

“Orion.”

“Ratchet..?”

Megatronus took a small step back, curious to see what was about to happen.

The university student had an expression on his face that read something of a mix between confusion and amusement. Orion stared back at him with full seriousness.

Ratchet wordlessly leaned closer and scrolled up the screen to read the draft in full, murmuring quietly each word while Orion sat back and began to fiddle with his fingers again.

And then, finally, it seemed Ratchet had read all he needed because when he drew back, he rested his face in his palms for a second, then started laughing.

No, really laughing.

It went on for a little while before the young archivist finally cut in with an inquiry as to what could be so funny. He was starting to look more embarrassed than indignant. Megatronus had no idea what was going on, but was too amused to interrupt.

Funny, if I’d laughed at him again, we might be arguing right now.

“It—it’s—” Ratchet struggled, still laughing. He fell against the wall, trying to compose himself. Orion turned around, rolling his optics and starting to type again before Ratchet finally turned to Megatronus.

“You—you’re aware of this, aren’t you?” He caught sight of the scroll lying on Orion’s desk. It was like he already knew. “And what do you make of it?”

Megatronus shrugged.

“Can’t even read it, ‘old Cybertronian,’ or something. Truth be told, I’m not very adept with reading anyway.”

“Hm. But Orion said he…can?”

Suddenly, the gladiator realized where this was going.

Orion stopped typing again, but didn’t turn around. Meanwhile, Ratchet reached over and picked up the scroll, unraveling it.

“Well, I can,” Ratchet murmured, scanning the text to confirm his suspicions, “and it seems Orion...has misread the entire text completely.”

///

Ratchet finally returned from the shop and handed Megatronus and Orion their respective cups of warmed, sweetened Energon, shaped as crystals for some seasonal event.

Megatronus received his and thanked Ratchet, Orion took his in silence, still not meeting anyone’s gaze. The three of them walked in silence to the edge of the street and stopped.

Then, finally, Megatronus broke the silence, “Oh, Orion, it’s not the end of the world!” He tried a playful jab.

“Indeed. If you’re worried, no one’s upset with you,” Ratchet added, placing a gentle servo on his shoulder. “It’s better that you misread it, actually.”

“Exactly! Our world is safe.”

“No crumbling, no destruction…” Ratchet paused, sighing. Less excitedly, he continued, “And I can finish getting my degree.”

But the archivist merely took a bite out of his treat, optics still trained on the ground, absolutely silent.

As it had turned out, Orion had been reorganizing and archiving the roomful of old physical documents, in place of Alpha Trion (who was attending to an important matter in another city), and he had seen the scrolls in the dark of early morning. Naturally, he’d not slept, and was tired. In addition to that, he didn’t even know old Cybertronian well enough to decipher the entirety of the text, which had stated…this scroll was merely a draft for a story. Orion was self-taught, so he could read some of it, but well...he needed more practice with it.

What he might have done—had he not decided to read its contents and simply file it by the code on the back—would be to place it on the shelf for old texts by famous or unknown authors. Instead, he misinterpreted it to be a real prophecy, spelling out doom, coincidentally falling on their current year.

Thankfully, before he and Megatronus had made fools of themselves by sending an 'overdramatically poetic evacuation notice'—as Ratchet had worded it—Orion's friend had read over the transmission, the scroll, and clarified what was actually written there.

It was then also that Ratchet had finally seen the value of that required class he’d taken his first year of university, learning old Cybertronian. It was boring, but it had finally come in handy.

As one could guess, however, Orion was incredibly embarrassed. It seemed he had no intention to speak for the rest of the day.

Ratchet and Megatronus exchanged looks, then moved closer to their friend. They really didn’t want him to feel bad.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have lost it like that earlier, Ratchet thought, inwardly cringing at the memory of his laughter in the silence of the room. After all, the two had been fully convinced this was a very real threat.

“Orion, you can’t possibly take a vow of silence for life,” Megatronus tried again, in a joking tone. He bent down to look him in the eyes, and finally Orion met his gaze.

And finally, the archivist spoke.

“I…um…” he shifted to the side, as if debating whether to turn away from his friends or remain facing them. “I…apologize for…the confusion I caused.”

“Oh, Orion, it’s not—”

“And the panic. And…” he reached out and touched Megatronus’ shoulder plate. “For snapping at you in the manner I did. Even in a real situation of danger, I must learn not to lose my composure like that, and I must learn on my own, not through hurting my own friends first.”

He dropped his arm again and took another bite of his treat. Megatronus and Ratchet followed suit, and the three shared another moment of quiet thought.

“Hey,” Ratchet prompted, a little awkwardly. “I owe you an apology too. I should’ve handled it with a little less…” he sighed. “I should have been more charitable towards how you were seeing it.”

“And I shouldn’t have joined in,” Megatronus added. “You were probably embarrassed and…had got the point already. In fact, you haven’t much to apologize for, Orion.”  

Orion regarded both Ratchet and then Megatronus before he started down the street again, looking at the sky. His friends followed.

“No, Megatronus, I have things to apologize for. But…” he looked at them again, this time with a smile of his own. “I suppose I see now the humor in it all.”

And the trio shared the rest of the twilight hours together, traipsing the streets of Iacon. At nightfall, they said their goodbyes. Ratchet and Megatronus left together for the city gates, since they were both leaving Iacon. The medical student offered to help get Megatronus past security, and the larger mech accepted with a grin.

Orion watched them go, pleased with how it seemed they had befriended one another. Afterward, he headed back down the path they’d come, deciding along the way that archiving the rest of those scrolls could not be completed unless he was in the right mindset—and that required some much-needed sleep.

As he walked, he continued to look at the sky, at the moon not yet full, chuckling to himself as he remembered just how panicked he’d been only hours ago. But more than embarrassment was relief.

Cybertron will continue to be my home for millennia to come. I will see the faces of my friends and mentors, and have the privilege to gaze upon the wonders of life and the universe for just as long.  

He heard shouting from another street and stopped to watch as a group of similarly shaped bots emerged from a restaurant, shouting and whooping, arms together and surrounding the one in the center, who looked bashful, but happy. As he gazed at them, he noticed each had scratches, chips, and one even had a couple wires hanging from their arm.

Laborers. This must be a communal establishment.

Orion also noticed what looked like a bouncer standing behind the window, arms folded and features grim. The large mech was glaring at them, looking ready to shove them off the street and into the road if they lingered any longer.

The giddy group, however, made their way off and down the street, and the bouncer-looking bot nodded, heading back into the mass of Cybertronians in the building.

Orion continued on his way, still thinking.

Life is not so perfect as one might imagine. Ideals must be relegated to thought, they are not reality. But...rather than worry about finding a new home, we may all continue to work towards peace and equality. Towards a Cybertron where no bar must be “communal” or “private” for one to go in and celebrate something with friends.

There was hope yet for their world, in more ways than one.

And for that, I am truly grateful.

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I actually hate this chapter help it was more interesting in my head--

[420pogpills]

Hellloooo cutieee 🥺

How have you been? By the way I had no clue you worked in an office! :D

Also! I came here for some big sis advice although there isn't much of an age gap between us lmfaoo but still...

I'm not sure if you live alone (and by no means you have to disclose such an information!!) But i was wondering if you have any advice for someone in their early twenties who will move to London and they will live alone...

Its my first time moving away from family and while I'm not too panicked about it, I still am somewhat anxious since London seems so dangerous to me and I will work in an unsafe area of London especially for a young woman...

Take care as always and have plenty of rest 🥺🙏🏻

-🌰

hello hello my love ❤️ i'm so so sorry it took such an insanely long time to answer this.. i hope you're doing well ❤️❤️❤️

so i currently still live with my family but i will be moving out within the next month or so :D i won't be by myself entirely, i will be moving with a friend! however, these last few months have definitely felt a bit more.. uncomfortable? than usual.. there's been quite a few incidences and it kind of reminded me a lot on how not-easy it is to be a woman in this world.

my advice would be to focus on getting yourself comfortable, really get to know your area once you move there, try your best to step out of your comfort zone and go out and greet as many neighbours as you can so that you can be on good terms with the people around you as well as have someone to turn to when you need to! you will never ever regret forming a good relationship with your neighbours :D

wander around the nearby roads, get familiar with where you will be living, don't be afraid to start conversations in your local cafes or corner shops, etc etc. the more people you know, the easier you will find it i think :) moving to a whole new place, especially on your own, it can be so scary and you also sometimes don't expect how lonely you can get. so having people to speak to is always going to be a benefit to you! and when you make good friends, download the life360 app - you can create a group with your friends and always share your location so you know you are all safe if you're going somewhere!

also make sure to take care of your safety. don't value money over your own life - i know we all have bills and rent to pay, but the amount of people that have had terrible experiences or have been put in dangerous situations just because they decided to walk or get a bus home at like 2am because a taxi was expensive.. is heartbreaking. the taxi fare will never ever be more valuable than your safety and your life. even if it costs you £50 to get a ride home - if it means getting home safely, it will never ever be a waste of money :)

get some self-defence tools too! i've got a couple of things and i pray to god i never have to use them, but it's a lot more reassuring to have them on me. again that is something that you will never regret having :D

also this is a silly thing i've seen so many people do that i always just want to beg them not to do - don't keep everything important in one place. the amount of young girls i've seen walking around with their bank card and id card inside of their phone case.. if you lose that - someone has your entire life and identity in their hands. do not keep your cards together with your phone, do not keep a copy of your house key together with your usual house key, or even somewhere where you can't get it if you can't get into your house. do not keep all of your valuables in one place inside your house. if you do have self defence tools - don't keep them all clipped in one place. if you lose it or it gets taken off you, you have no backup and that will defeat the purpose. have something on one keyring, something in your pocket, something on your wrist, etc etc. keeping things separated means so much less risk of loss :)

i've lived in london pretty much my whole life, and i've had bad experiences but i don't think that's a london thing. that's just a 'being a woman' thing. we are naturally in more danger, regardless of where we are. we just can't be afraid :) can't let the 'what if' keep you from living your life to the fullest. as long as you're smart about your decisions, you'll be completely fine ❤️

and if anything, i'm here in london and i have no plans to go anywhere any time soon so you already know one person here :D i will gladly help you out, give you any advice or be an emergency contact or anything if you need, you can totally find me on instagram etc etc. i'm sure you will be totally fine, i really hope you enjoy yourself and learn a lot in this new chapter in your life!!! 😁

sorry for the essay haha or if anything above is unsolicited advice :') but hopefully maybe some of it will help!

[nyanzaya]

// I mean, i don't think this would be the fist time Lukas would make him beg. Though I think it is the first time an intimate moment of their isn't kind of playful? Also forgot to mention I laughed when you put in the little bell detail. Mainly since I was looking through the Kiss tag and spotted the Jingle all the way ask XDD That's fine!!! I do appreciate it, I'm just saying I won't get mad or anything if you use he/him sometimes. And that just makes me love Iza just a bit more

I think Iza has begged on his own before or at least got all “Nya, don’t tease c’mon just do it already.” without Lukas prompting it aside from teasing so much. 

You know what, I think it is? I thought they had more moments where they were intimate but then I remember most of it was just them kissing LOL There’s one I remember where, they ended up on the floor and Iza was getting super huffy and hissy; that one was cute to me LOL I should look through that tag again tbh it’s been like a hot minute since I have

(less than three) I’ll def use what’ll make the responses easy to understand tbh LOL

aw!! Thank you for Loving Iza. His literal bby. Like I can’t even describe how glad that makes me because LMFAO Sometimes I get insecure about him because of how he is jfsakdf (Like at one point I was thinking of changing him because some people made me feel like he was ‘too hard’ to interact with and yeah I felt really shitty about it)

Ima tell you that I looooove Lukas he makes me so happy lol I might not know much about him but from all the interactions I can just tell he’s more complex than what I get to see and I love the whole mystery behind it all LOL 

Yeaah that might go for all the other anons but for real! I love the mystery and it’s so interesting to me, makes me feel blessed that Iza or even Zuo are worthy enough to even get interactions from you and Lukas and of course the other anons LOL askdjfskdf I just feel all silly about it but I do mean it 

sorry for how long this is LMFAOO