#Shockwave and his crazy kids

[keferon]

Enamored by the thought of Shockwaves kid’s learning to speak Mer (because kids are absolute language sponges) and by the possibility that Jazz already understands human language.

Shockwave: “You speak Human yes? I’ve been teaching the little one Mer and their taking to it quite nicely! Though, I can’t seem to figure out what it is they’ve been calling me in their own language?”

Jazz, who knows damn well the kids have been calling him Fish-Dad: “It means Aquatic Noble Protector.”

GAHHAHAHAHAHA HELP

Jazz: They call you...

The kids behind Shockwave's back:

[cosmique-oddity]

The Pancake man waved

[Wave back to be officially HIS kids]

@keferon i challenge you to recognize who is who X))

Also random headcanon I thought about while drawing :

One day Trailbreaker tasted vodka and got accidentally drunk and since this day other kids called him the alcoholic.

Soundwave is mute but his hearing is incredible.

[keferon]

OOOAJAJAHDNFJFJFN PLEASE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Pt.2 Apocalyptic Ponyo AU ft. Shockwave and his menaces @keferon

If there was something you learned while living in the ugly, rotten and forgotten parts of the city your whole life, it was that trust was to be given away scarcely and returned fiercely. 

Damus learned this lesson fast. Abandoned beside a squalid garbage bin after his guardian couldn't afford to take care of him anymore- not that they tried in the first place anyway. Life got only more complicated from there: food and shelter were always scarce and had to be fought for, especially if you were a scrawny kid like him and had to tussle and shove middle-aged junkies daily, to be able to scavenge inside the most recent load of trash from the local shitty restaurant in hopes for some lukewarm scraps. 

And then years passed and he became less and less alone. Other kids joined him and life became just a tad bit more bearable. He slowly warmed up to them, feeling for maybe the first time the warmth of what could resemble a family, even if his was little and a bit broken. They looked out for each other: yes the older kids obviously held the most authority and weight out of all of them, but it wasn't unusual to see the twins putting on their best intimidating appearances and stand tall in front of any adult after they dared pick on one of their older siblings- he had seen the scratches and bite marks covering the poor soul who tried to steal Windcharger's lunch...

It had always been left unsaid, but it was clear they loved and cared deeply for each other- that sort of care that looked rough and jagged from an outsider perspective, but it was their kind of love and nobody- adult or whatever could ever have a say in this. 

But it was when you cared so intensely that even at the mere prospect of losing something so dear, your body and soul started betraying you. He felt it when the apocalypse hit and now... as he watched Blue- young, naive and kind Blue, caged behind a massive wall of sharp teeth and even sharper claws, smiling happily, without a care in the world.

The beast followed the gaze of its small prisoner and finally locked eyes with the new arrivals. Sharp cat-like blue eyes curiously took in the presence of the remaining kids, with its mouth slightly open in surprise, the monster tilted its head and from its throat came forward a small melody of clicks and trills. 

Damus felt his heart sink. God, what did he do in a previous life to deserve this? When he caught himself moving forward on shaky legs, it was already too late. His brain was in overdrive. He had to get the kid out of this situation now. 

"...Blue, buddy, I want you to listen to me very carefully." His throat felt dry and the hands that were clutching his weapon were clammy with sweat. 

"Uh? O-okay." The younger kid briefly looked at his captor before returning his focus on his brother. 

"...walk slowly towards me and hide behind us." 

"What?! Dee I'm not in danger yeah I know Sir. Pancake can be a bit intimidating at first even *I* was scared but he patched up my knee with some sea moss I don't know *how* he knew how to do that but-" 

"Buddy please- just- sigh come here Blue!" He hated interrupting his littlest brother during one of his spiels, but now was not the right time. Stress and frustration began eating up at him from inside: why couldn't he see how dangerous this thing really was?! 

"No." 

Wait. 

"WHAT?" 

"I said. No."

Bluestreak huffed, crossing his arms in a pure show of defiance. "I'm perfectly safe where I am, you're being a jerk." To everyone's absolute horror the child lifted his right hand and patted one of the beast clawed fingers to prove his point- in return he got a quiet happy trill. 

"If he really wanted to hurt me he would've done so already and I'm not letting you shoot him." 

He hated to admit he kinda had a point. When the twins left the scene they left the two alone, leaving the youngest completely unprotected against a beast several times bigger than himself. If that thing really wanted to see them all dead, he wouldn't even be here to ponder the possibility. 

Oh for fuck sake. They were NOT going to adopt a random fish person. 

Were they?

 \\\

Well wasn't this quite the situation he found himself in? 

Honestly, he had been only searching for a place to finally experience some peace and quiet, away from the grubby hands of the Senate and, consequently, his very dear colleagues. If he had to speak with esteemed senator Tyrest again and entertain him as he blabbed away about 'Rectitude' and 'Order', while an impressive persistent piece of algae clinged on his front teeth- he was going to lose it and offer himself as lunch to the first frenzied monster he found. 

As he reached the surface he began to notice the utter and total destruction around him. Apparently a massive cataclysm had hit a few days prior, leaving the city in utter squalor- he wondered how many lost their lives in the wreckage. Wondering the landscape now engulfed by water. He passed what were once streets, houses and parks- ordinary places where people like his spent their time just... living. 

He wasn't unfamiliar with humans, of course: little hardy creatures, with a knack for destroying everything they came across, even themselves. But he would be lying if he didn't admit he came to favor them- oh, yes! Their utter lack of self preservation had wholly endeared them to him. How depressing things turned out to be. 

He let his train of thoughts race aimlessly as he finally let himself breach the water and slowly heave himself on a random slab of abandoned concrete, perfectly warmed up by the midday sun and he prepared himself to doze off the the calming lull of the waves around him...

A voice- oh no, a couple whispering voices reached his audial fins. They sounded young, very young, but he could not discern the meaning of their words. Too entranced by the new language he didn't notice that one of the speakers was getting quite close to his face, until he felt a sharp poke on his cheek that abruptly made him open his eyes and stand on alert. 

What came after happened too quickly for his still foggy brain to follow entirely: three small humans, most likely guppies, scrambled away from him. The two he presumed were the oldest sprinted as far as possible, while the runt of the bunch got his tiny final caught on a stray rock and fell miserably on the hard ground. 

The other screeched once more as they hurried away to who-knows-where, leaving him and their tiny companion alone. Surely not the best wake-up call he ever had but it can only go better from here, can it? 

A tiny whimper woke him up from his stupor as he once again focused on the small pile of human still plastered on the floor before him. Poor dear must have hurt himself, well that won't do. Slowly, gently he caressed the back of the little darling as he kept softly hiccuping- it was a shame humans skin wasn't as tough as his, it would prevent such inconveniences to happen, not that he blamed the little thing for his own poor biology, of course. 

"Oh sweetheart, it's going to be okay I promise. Your a very tough small fry, I got you." He let himself coo softly like he heard parents do to their own off-spring. Still minding his own size and sharp points, he dared to nudge the guppy over and inspect the damage himself- turns out the little one had only grazed his right limb, nothing a small dab of sea moss cannot fix. 

As he tended to the guppy's injury, he witnessed the little thing's mood change completely: from an inconsolable heap on the floor to a lively chatterbox- even if the meaning still escaped from him, the constant stream of sound made for a pleasant background as he continued his ministrations. And anyway, the guppy was happy just talking his audials away, who was he to stop his fun? 

Once he deemed his work acceptable enough, he gently prodded the little one to stand beside him, close enough to cover him with one of his fins as a make-shift blanket, and keep him cozy and warm against the evening ocean breeze. Sleep crept closer to him once more, as he listened to his new small ward rant about this and that, while the last rays of the sun warmed his back. Content and at ease he felt his body betray him as he recognized a familiar pleased rumble start in his throat. 

He let himself relax further, knowing this far out nothing would dare attack him and his little guppy. However, he was pleasantly surprised when from the rubble emerged three more small humans. 

Well, he counted six unattended little ones so far- this was getting quite awkward really, who was leaving all these children lying around? They were clearly sporting some sort of weapons, he guessed- although he felt that was reasonably natural, considering humans didn't have any claws or sharp fangs to defend themselves with. 

He watched as the two parties shared a fairly animated conversation. These were most likely his guppy's little friends or... siblings? No matter really since they were all way too young to be wandering around alone in a place like this. 

It was final then! He ought to protect and care for these little ones, until they wouldn't need him anymore.

[niechys]

I'm sorry. I'm so not sorry but also so so so sorry. But I can't stop thinking about it.

from @keferon tf mecha universe

(Also if you don't want me tagging you please do tell. I didn't want to bother, just want to credit cuz it's glorious)

it's because of this post.

Happened after This event

I'm sorry in advance for all the grammatical errors.

I also don't know wo else would be the science guy to take this position of explaining the thing. I feel like there has to be someone else that's not Shockwave too. Sorry to all of Brainstorm's fans out there. I think he's not a bad guy. Just too excited for the possibilities.

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Something lingers inside that mech. Although there is no hard evidence of a human soul or spirit or ghost haunting it, most people who had anything to do with Vortex agreed that it was best to believe its first pilot never leave the cockpit of his mech. After all, nothing else would explain the freak accidents constantly killing all but the latest pilot.

Human are prone to be superstitious. It's normal to believe in something like ghost in the machine, really.

But one would not think a man of sciences such as Shockwave would take the rumors seriously. No one knows if the scientist really believe it or not. He

Regardless of the rumors' validity, it sure did inspired him.

"You're kidding me" Swindle stood, blinked, looked at the incomplete repair of Blurr's mech then back to the technician in front of him. Brainstorm was prattling on at speed faster than Blurr's F1 record.

"Not kidding. Why would I kid? This is a great breakthrough. Lives can be saved and there are much we could do with the tech, I don't know why it never occurs to me or Shockwave that the neural link tech could have been used in this way---"

Swindle turned his brain off during all the scientific mumbo jumbo all and only really heard him again at "It's nothing all that weird really. Some people disagree, but you can't go against Shockwave when he put his mind to it. If you think about it, it's just like Vortex"

"What?" Swindle blinked again.

"Vortex. That mech, I mean the mech's first pilot, crazy psycho, crazy good at slicing up kaijus"

"I know who Vortex was. I worked here when he started piloting. What did that asshole has to do with this?"

"Oh, everything. If, a big if. If that guy's consciousness was still in the mech like people been saying"

"Haunted" Crossing his arms, he narrowed his eyes at Brainstorm. The technician corrected him.

"Lingering consciousness. Either way, Blurr is in much better shape than Vortex. Brain still intact . So is most part of his body. We wired him to the neural link to allow him control of the mech. So when we are ready, he can still go about his task from within that mech"

"What . The . Fuck"

Swindle's eyebrow twitched. No, it's NOTHING like Vortex's case. The asshole died and probably refused to leave this world. Blurr, on the other hand, was still alive. Sure he wouldn't be the same. Maybe he would be scarred for life, paralyzed from the waist down or something. But hardwiring a person to a mech?

"So, you were working with Blurr before now, correct? That's why we would like to bring you in as his handler. Not like you have to do maintenances and stuff, just take care of him and, the publicity and all that. Like being his manager" With that, Brainstorm handed him a folder before excusing himself.

The guy wasn't bad most of the time, Swindle thought. But sometimes, just sometimes, his passion for science overshadowed the moral compass.

Like how he wished that his own greed would take precedented in his state of mind. They must have thought he would jump at the chance to milk more profit from Blurr. Hell, he wouldn't be feeling this bad if that was the case.

He wanted to refuse. Profit be damn, even he didn't feel right. Blurr saved them. He should be allowed to preserved his humanity, his dignity. Not preserving his brain in a jar inside a mech. If the pilot died and the mech is reparable, you find a new pilot. If the pilot lived but can no longer pilot, you also find a new pilot. Not..this.

But refusing means they will bring someone else on board to manage Blurr. He's pretty sure he wouldn't like that.

Fuck

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**note. Blurr is not reduced to brain in a jar. Most of his body is intact, just hard wired to the mech.

I tink they can add robot parts to him later all stuff. But since they probably value Blurr as a money cow pilot first. If they can't use his face, they can still use his mech.

Sorry again ehehehehehehehehehe

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

i wish we got to see the rescue bots interacting with the decepticons and being met with fear. but like the fear is from the decepticons tho

“what do you MEAN they still exist?! what do you MEAN THEY’RE ALL TRIPLE CHANGERS?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEIR THIRD FORMS ARE DINOBOTS?!?!”

also the chaos that comes with the rescue bots having no sense of self preservation/awareness and being blunt as shit. like these guys are probably just as mean if not meaner (heatwave pls chill) than the decepticons. they bitch at each other more than any other team for sure, and they do it to everyone around them too.

knockout keeps getting roasted bc of his vanity. heatwave wont stop doing starscream’s voice perfectly and using it to mock him. chase just told megatron his ship is in terrible condition and does he even take care of it? boulder accidentally implied shockwave’s experiments are ridiculous. blades intentionally implied that right after tho so everyone forgot about boulder. soundwave is losing his shit bc how did he not detect these guys, they flew under his radar, lazerbeak no dont play with the firetruck he's crazy and so is the dog.

after everyone calms down a little the decepticons realize they really like these bots (especially bc starscream hates them) (heatwave please stop doing the voice its really good but still) and they start vibing. megs offers them some cocaine dark energon to snort look at. breakdown lobs with heatwave and loses his shit when he realizes this little guy is way better than him (he learns hw was a champion and loses it even more). blades tries to hang out with dreadwing but that guys really scares him so he ends up following the others around. chase tries to educate the vehicons on their workers rights (they mostly zone out because he kept talking for like three hours). boulder does upgrades on their ship and becomes friends with soundwave and shockwave for being chiller and smarter than the others (hes the wave whisperer or something).

optimus is understandably losing his mind at this new development (no, megatron, you cannot “borrow” the rescue bots for a few days. wha— NO you can’t have SHARED CUSTODY!) (he’s worried about his kids). this is how the other autobots learn about the rescue bots too. bumblebee can’t stand knockout’s constant references to him and blades (“we’re JUST FRIENDS knockout. don’t look at me like that”)

[leviathanlazarus]

In Your Fantasy

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~5300

Warnings: semi-public sex (like...very low-key), oral sex (F receiving), unprotected PIV sex. 18+ only ~

This took me forever to finish because I started it before my stupid tonsillectomy and I was totally useless throughout most of the recovery. Also, it's been absolutely ages since I wrote a Jake x Reader fic so I'm not sure how I feel about it...I really enjoyed writing this regardless of my trepidation though. I loved the idea of falling in love with him at work and him being so cheeky...hope you enjoy it too <3

P.S. also ages ago, I wrote a Josh x Reader fic that also took place in a library which you can read here. Links on my desktop masterlist aren't active for some reason...but I found it using a certain tag lmao. If you know, you know.

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You were finishing up fixing the order of some art books in the back of the library when you felt Jake come up behind you. “Wanna hear something kind of crazy?” he whispered in your ear, his chin nearly on your shoulder, his hair brushing against yours. Without even seeing him, the closeness and warmth of his body and the low, husky whisper sent a tingle up your spine–he certainly added a level of intrigue to working in a library. 

“Always,” you said, slipping the last book into the correct spot. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon–you’d thought it’d actually be busier given the rain that kept bucketing down outside, creating an even cozier atmosphere, but maybe people just wanted to stay home with their books instead. That was fine by you. You liked it when it was nearly dead silent throughout the building and Jake was there to occasionally break through, his voice a river through your thoughts and his subtle touches all shockwaves to your heart. 

When you turned around to face him, Jake looked like he was holding back a hilarious joke or something, eyes all eager and a grin tight on his lips like he was bursting at the seams. “So I just went to the bathroom and guess what I heard?” he went on, raising his eyebrows. 

You scrunched up your nose, already worried. This wasn’t what you were expecting when he’d said ‘something crazy.’ What sort of craziness happened in libraries anyway? “There are a lot of things I can think of. Is this a gross story?”

Jake chuckled. “It depends on your definition of ‘gross.’ Okay,” he said, looking around to make sure you two were still alone in the section. Then he looked into your eyes again and lowered his voice even more to tell you, “There were people fucking in there.” 

You scoffed, offended on behalf of the library–the sacred, beautiful space where people went to relax and read, not deal with lewd conduct. That wasn’t crazy, that was just offensive! “What, like two guys?” you questioned, tilting your head, a little irked at Jake finding this all so funny. 

“No, a guy and a girl.”

“Ugh. That’s even worse. Women shouldn’t have to deal with getting laid in a men’s bathroom,” you said, then were momentarily distracting yourself with yet another out of place book on the shelf.  “I’d never do that. I can’t believe someone else is. I mean, kids go here.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Jake said slowly. He leaned against the bookshelf and looked at you pointedly, his dark eyes even darker in the dim light. “Then again–”

Before he could finish, you had another thought. “Wait, Jake–did you say anything to them?”

“No. What could I say? I just high-tailed it out of there as soon as I heard.”

You sighed. The whole thing would be far more redeemable if your boyfriend had at least tried to throw out some warning words to the perpetrators. “You should have told them to stop. I would have.”

“I’m sure they finished soon after I left.” He smirked. “It sounded like they were pretty close.”

You groaned quietly and turned away, preferring to find another thing to busy yourself with now. “Gross. They should be banned.”

Jake followed along right at your side as you whisked through the rest of the art section and back to the cart you needed to empty. “I didn’t see who they were, so no chance of that.” At the cart, he put his hands on it, keeping it in place. “I actually thought you’d find it sort of amusing, Y/N.”

You leaned over, almost close enough to touch your noses together. “You’re such a guy. Only a guy would think it’s amusing and not disgusting.” 

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you’re just a little stuffy,” Jake replied, tilting his head up as if he were challenging you. “Although maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, considering we’ve never done anything like that.”

You scoffed again and leaned back, surprised and still a little irritated, but also genuinely curious. “Oh, so you want to fuck around in a public place? That’s something I didn’t know about you.”

Jake’s challenging stance turned crestfallen, and he lifted one of your hands to press a kiss to. “Forget I said anything about it. I mean, I suppose you’re right–it is kind of gross.” He kept your hand clasped in his for a few seconds as he said, “But I’d never make love to you in a public bathroom. I’d hope you know me better than that.”

You looked over your shoulder at the sound of a man clearing his throat, settling down into a chair with a newspaper. He wasn’t paying any attention to you or Jake, but you gave the cart a push anyway, cajoling Jake off it so you could navigate to where you needed to go next. 

“It’s really the fact that it’s the bathroom that makes it so gross,” you whispered as Jake kept following you. You couldn’t deny you’d had some secret fantasies about getting it on in the library–after all, it was where you and Jake had met and where you continued to spend the most time together. But none of your fantasies included the restrooms in the hall, or the utility closet or that little corridor tucked away across from the restrooms where the vending machines were. Too grody, too cramped, too obvious.

“At least our bathrooms are clean.” Jake parked himself right next to you once you were in the biography section, and when you stepped away from the cart, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place. “But if I’m being really honest, I have thought about us, well, fooling around here. I think it’s quite surprising we never have.”

“Jake,” you said in an attempt to protest, but his sweet, pretty face and ticklish touch on your waist made you giggle, and his confession that echoed your own secret thoughts lit a little spark. “We work here!” 

“So? All the more reason. It’s always been our special place.” Jake smiled as he got even closer to kiss you; you kissed him back, looping your arms over his shoulders. He was smiling even bigger when you both broke away and he said, “You know, it’s just me closing tonight. You should stay after with me.”

“God, and do what?” you replied, but, despite yourself, you were growing more intrigued. 

“Well, don’t you think the study rooms here are nice and cozy?” Jake questioned, still latching himself to your side as you started to put more books away. “There aren’t any cameras in any of them either. No one would know.”

You looked up at him from your crouched position, sliding a book into place. “Someone would know. Someone would find out somehow.” You were quickly finding even more perfectly good reasons in your mind not to do this, to not even really toy with the idea, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought, why not? Could the risk make it more fun? Even just the new, ill-fitting, sort of scandalous environment? 

Besides, Jake really did look hot today. He looked hot every day, but the second you’d seen him after he’d come into work earlier, he’d lit a fire in your belly that was more intense than usual. His hair had the perfect level of slight messiness and the relaxed black button-down shirt was perhaps one or two buttons shy of being overtly inappropriate for work; the smooth tan skin of his chest exposed and acting as a lovely backdrop to the long silver chain dangling, the pendant hitting his sternum. You could imagine tugging on that chain, grasping the pendant in your palm, to pull him closer while he pressed you against one of those thick wooden tables. You’d run your fingers through his hair and kiss him in the frozen silence, and maybe no one would ever know after all.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning,” Jake remarked, tapping your forehead once you were standing again. “You know you want to.” 

You let out an inadvertent nervous giggle and rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’m thinking about it.”

Jake stepped closer, pressing you back against the cart of books. “I’d love to hear some of those thoughts,” he said, putting his hands on your waist.

“You’re lucky it’s dead here today,” you said, keeping your voice a whisper despite the, indeed, dead library around you. You rested your arms over his shoulders, twisting a strand of his hair between your fingers; Jake just kept looking at you with that sweet, silently begging gaze until you giggled, relenting. “Okay. I was, um…thinking about you pushing me down on one of those big tables.”

Jake’s eyebrows rose. “What else?”

“Well…” you began, looking down at his dark jeans rubbing against your skirt. “You’re giving me some more ideas now.” You lifted one foot off the floor to rub your calf over his, the delicate material of your tights creating subtle but scintillating friction against his denim. 

Jake ran the tip of his nose up your cheek and whispered in your ear, “Same here.” 

Just as you were closing your eyes and allowing yourself to let your environment fall away around you, to forget about all the risk of being caught right there, and just as Jake’s hand was sliding down between your legs, a person’s incredibly soft–thanks to the clever carpeting job–footsteps headed your way yanked you right out of the moment.

Jake, too. He shot back and cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair and looked in the direction of the footsteps; you did too, and soon enough an older woman with her nose already in an open book trotted past the shelves. 

“See?” you whispered, gesturing at the passer-by who was already out of view. “It’s so easy to get caught.”

“Please, that lady didn’t notice a thing. Alright,” Jake said before he stole one last hurried kiss. “I should let you keep doing your job and I should carry on with mine. But will you stay after with me tonight?”

You pursed your lips as you looked at him, considering, but it wasn’t long before you said, “Alright, Jake. I’ll stay after and we can play out your little fantasy.”

“It’s your fantasy too, baby doll,” Jake said with a wink before he half-turned, beginning to step away. “I think we’ve established that.”

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There wasn’t a whole lot to keep your mind occupied as the afternoon carried on. The rain kept coming down, hammering hard against the roof and windows, and the sky outside was pure gray, all flat and blank. It reminded you of your first day working here, as a matter of fact–that morning in the previous late October, when autumn’s chill was officially in the air. A fine layer of frost had even been on the ground that morning; your shoes had crunched over it on the short walk to your car and you’d had to use your defroster once you turned the key, your anxiety peaking as you had to wait even longer to start the new job. 

How could such a quiet, peaceful place encite so much anxiety anyway? You remembered wondering that very question as you walked over the sidewalk to the library entrance for the first time since being hired, the concrete slick with that morning frost and the beginnings of a gentle rainfall. And just when you’d been settling in and getting comfortable, Jake had showed up and introduced himself, all casual and easy like he didn’t know he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

Thankfully, Jake was also the sweetest man you’d ever met. It didn’t take long before his beauty and charm stopped intimidating you and instead just made you feel all light and full of joy–you were simply happy to chat with him whenever you both could spare a few minutes. Those few minutes steadily turned into shared breaks; then, shared lunches where you’d sit out back on the one picnic table when the weather permitted. Then he started bringing you special treats sometimes, things he knew you liked because he actually listened about what you liked, and then after that he started bringing you whole lunches packed with love and care that you’d never experienced before. 

So, after all that, was it really such a big deal to make love inside the place in which you fell in love?

None of your other coworkers even seemed to notice that you were staying later than planned this evening. But, just to be safe, you also made a point to hide out in the kid’s section when closing time crept up, busying yourself with cleaning up stray crayons and markers and then browsing through some of the newer picture book additions when you were done with that. 

When you were sliding one picture book back onto the shelf and reaching for another, you noticed the part of the library beyond the kid’s section dim; you stood up and walked out into the main area, and there Jake was behind the checkout counters flipping switches.

“Despite almost always being the one to close,” he said, flipping another switch. “I still sometimes forget which lights actually get turned off and which ones stay on.”

A path of yellow light led the way past the checkout and reception, past the few rows of public use desktop computers. Jake held your hand as you both stepped through the library, your heartbeat speeding up a bit with nervous yet delightful anticipation; a few more steps and you were further into the very back of the library, just about there. Four study rooms were staggered just beyond the teen reading section, two on the left and two on the right with a wall of windows in between. 

Jake opened the door to the last study room on the right. A large window was in there too, soaking in the deep sunset that was resting beyond the grass outside and the trees, and the mostly-bare branches of all the trees were throwing shadows across the library grounds. Then Jake flipped the light on, making it all disappear.

“Oh no,” you said, reaching behind him to flip it off again. “It’s sort of magical with the light off. Look at that sunset.”

Jake followed your gaze out the window to the wash of deep blue painted across the sky, nighttime so early in autumn that only a slight sliver of golden-orange remained just on the horizon. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago and had left a lingering mist on the ground, its faint haze trailing along just outside the windows–the whole scene was so much more peaceful than what was going on inside your head. You couldn’t shake the possibility of getting caught even though Jake was right about there being no cameras back here, and there was no one else around, not even any of the custodial staff, and not a soul out there in the fog. Just you and Jake in the little dark study room, his hand still warm around your own.

Your thoughts started to drift away, making space for your mind to comprehend the shadowed image of Jake before you as he gently turned you to face him. He smiled with the slightest bit of white teeth gleaming between his full lips, and you instinctively smiled back, pulled under his charm again. So, now effortlessly charmed and put at ease, you wrapped him in your arms and pulled him close, caressing his shoulder blade with one hand and the slight curve of his waist with the other as both of your smiles disappeared into a kiss. 

“You were making me crazy all day,” he remarked between the kisses that accelerated with both of your lips parted and the wet meeting of tongues. 

“Really? You kept it well-hidden.” Of course Jake did–you never doubted his affection and passion for you, but he kept everything so private. It was one of the many things you liked about him. You cupped the back of his head, sinking your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails just the way he liked it, and kissed him again.

“God, your ass in this skirt,” Jake said, voice a little rough, and he reached down to grab you there. “The way your hips move.” He licked his bottom lip as he took a moment to just look at you, his eyes scanning your face. “So unbelievably pretty.”

You held the side of his face. “You are too, Jakey.” He really was, and even in the dark–perhaps especially in the dark, actually. The shadows enveloped him in even more mystery than normal, but you could still so plainly see the angles of his face and the smoothness of his skin in the faint, distant glow of the lingering sunset. Jake smiled at the sound of that little nickname coming from you, then disappeared as he pressed his lips to yours again and pushed you back against the table just like in your little fantasy. 

You felt the warmth of his hand travel around your hip then slide down over your skirt; you kissed him harder and spread your legs a little wider when his fingers skated effortlessly up your thigh over your tights. Jake purred against your mouth as he traced the seam of those tights, and subsequently the crotch of your panties beneath, with one fingertip, and your own hands hurried down his body with much less grace to squeeze his ass and feel the hardness between his legs as reciprocity. 

Before you could do much more than that, he was pushing your skirt up all the way with one hand and continuing to use the other to tease you. Your breath caught in your throat as you were finding yourself trying to stay silent despite the library being completely empty; Jake carried on with longer, deeper touches over the crotch of your panties and tights. The steady back and forth of his fingers over the two thin layers of fabric sent a delightful tingle of pleasure up your spine but you couldn’t forget his either–you kept that one hand of your own on his crotch too, gently squeezing his erection through his pants.

Jake huffed softly and kissed you again; you clutched his arm with your other hand, squeezing his bicep. Maybe other people didn’t mind getting caught–maybe there really was some sort of thrill to it. Maybe other people actually sometimes wanted others to witness their most intimate moments but you didn’t. You couldn’t imagine doing this with the lights on in the middle of the day, with the soft noises of people beyond the walls and the risk of someone catching a glimpse from opening the door or from outside the windows. You were perfectly happy with having Jake all to yourself in the shadowed little square study room, his skin so perfectly warm, his kiss so perfectly molded to yours.

“Was this part of your fantasy?” Jake questioned as he slowly sank to his knees, keeping your skirt bunched up over your hips with both hands now. But it was obvious what he was doing, so you took their place to keep it out of the way while his hands squeezed your thighs as he pressed his face between your legs.

The scant sharpness of his teeth over your crotch made you gasp. “Maybe,” you answered, thighs quivering against the table behind you.

“Oh, come on,” Jake beckoned, looking up at you with a sweet but slightly mischievous gaze, his eyebrows raised just enough to display teasing curiosity. 

“Seems like you already know,” you replied, stifling a giggle at him struggling to get your tights down from beneath your skirt. 

“I don’t know how you wear these things,” he remarked, which made you actually let out a laugh.

“Just rip them for fuck’s sake,” you instructed, eager now, already wet for him. “They’re not expensive.”

Jake didn’t hesitate. “If you insist,” he said as he grabbed a fistful of black nylon in each hand and ripped the tights right open, then quickly pulled your panties to the side next, giving you no time to think at all anymore. Whatever words your mind may have found merely turned to shaky breaths as you watched Jake’s face disappear between your legs again.

He gave a little hum just as he went straight in, the bridge of his nose rubbing up against your clit while he dove his tongue into your center like he really did want to eat up all the arousal that had been conjured up just for him. Your fingers found his hair again, knuckles curling to tug the long strands while your nails scratched his scalp again and he let out a little pleased sound, almost like a gratified laugh, and dug his own blunt nails into your inner thigh as he kept you spread open. 

One word finally emerged from your lips–Jake’s name, simply spoken in a soft tone as the ministration of his tongue and lips had you squirming and quivering even harder, your heels digging into the carpet below as you slightly struggled to stay upright. The repeated flicks of tongue over your clit disappeared for a brief moment, then slowed to one long drag of his tongue over your center just to start that quick pace again. Sighs and whimpers were dragged out of you with each lick; when Jake slipped two fingers in, the slow but easy stretch made you tremble and clench your fingers into his hair even harder.

“You’re so tight,” he commented when he pulled back just enough for you to look down again and see your own wetness glistening on his lips and chin. You could feel it too, how much tighter you were clenching around his fingers as he gently thrust them and teased, curling them and now rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so good,” you told him breathlessly, closing your eyes again when the sensations had you arching your back. You hissed and bit your lip when Jake’s mouth found you again, his tongue teasing your clit more while he slid his fingers in deeper.

You had thought it would take more of a conscious effort to relax in this space and just let go, but it was easy, so easy–you just let your body respond to Jake with each tremble and moan and gasp and tug at his hair until your legs were outright shaking. Panting, the peak rising deep inside, you pulled him closer and he obliged, sucking on your clit as his fingers curled and gently tugged deep inside you too as if he was literally trying to pull you right to the edge you were already rapidly careening to.

His name from your lips once more wasn’t a soft little sigh; it was a sharp, long whine that seemed to boom in the little study room. Your ferocity surprised you even more when the overstimulation came on so soon and you yanked his head back with one hand and shoved him away with the other, your hand gripping his shoulder. Panting, eyes still shut, you could feel how much wetter you were with his saliva and the rush of your orgasm, the fluid soaking your panties that were pulled to the side and even the very inside of your thighs. 

Jake pressing a kiss to your thigh made you look down but he was getting up on his feet now; your gaze followed the steady movement of his rise and then you were whisked away into blissful darkness again when he closed in and kissed you–close-lipped because he was so polite. But you parted yours and slid your tongue over his and gripped his waist tight for a moment before hastily getting those buttons on his shirt undone, fingers trailing all the way down to get his pants undone next. 

He tentatively pushed you back onto the table a bit more so your feet were off the floor, legs still spread wide around him and dangling when he pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal that heated hardness. His cock leaked just a bit as he stroked it once, looking at you, and a blip of that old insecurity born from adoration and fascination stroked your brain, because Jake was just so beautiful and his beauty was so much more stark in contrast to the plain white walls behind him. 

“That was intense,” Jake said with a chuckle, leaning in to kiss you. You sighed against his lips as he slid the head of his cock all through your wet center, making a point to rub longer and harder over your clit. As he slid in, taking your breath away entirely, he sighed too and you watched his shoulders drop and his chest flush and he asked, so casually, “Is your fantasy being fulfilled?”

Even with the impact of Jake’s cock filling you so perfectly, you had to laugh. “You're a fantasy, Jake,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, to make the head of his cock hit so deep inside you that you gasped again as if you weren’t expecting the feeling. “What about–” You had to pause when Jake gave his first thrust. “What about your fantasy? This was all your idea.”

“It was a shared idea,” he reminded you with the cutest little smile. How could anyone be so sexy and adorable at the same time, especially during the actual act of sex, especially when that sex was taking place inside a public library? But he was, and you kept your eyes on him as he steadily sped up with his hips and his hands explored your body over your clothes, one squeezing your breast through your shirt and the other smoothing down your waist, your hip, traveling around your thigh.

“Oh god,” you chirped when Jake’s fingers made contact with your still-sensitive clit; but he was gentle, clearly deliberately being slow with the little circles he was making. With your arms still a loop around his shoulders, you sank your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and held him there for a minute before the soft pink of his chest became too tempting not to touch.

“Fuck yeah, that feels amazing,” Jake said in that deliciously hazy, husky voice after you slipped your hands past his open shirt to toy with his nipples. Bringing more attention to him put your lingering overstimulation in the background–you continued to tease with one hand while the other skated over the other side of his chest, feeling his warm, soft skin, up to his neck. You caressed him there, your fingers lightly touching the tender skin along his throat and then up to his ear, and Jake moaned softly and tilted his head to try and get more contact.

That was fine by you. You lightly scratched behind his ear like he was a cat and he sort of purred like one anyway, making you giggle; Jake giggled too and surged forward, picking up his pace as he whisked you away with another series of kisses that were deep but just sloppy enough for your mutual moans to be voiced. 

But, also to your surprise, Jake began to voice more thoughts between increasingly ragged breaths: “Remember when we first met?” he asked, his fingers over your clit sliding down to get slick again from your own arousal. “That was–fuck, that was such a good day.”

“It was,” you agreed, playing with one of his earrings as your other hand squeezed his pec. “I’m lucky I even got the job here. For a lot of reasons.” You stole another lingering kiss before adding, “You’re the biggest reason.”

Jake smiled. The sunset that had been just barely clinging to life when you’d both began was gone now–the only illumination was coming from a parking lot light that was too far away from the windows to see, but the pale yellow glow was scant enough to see that alluring, mystical beauty that your boyfriend possessed. Just looking at his face was enough to make you come again.

But Jake’s skilled fingers and the heat, weight and stretch of his cock still thrusting into you certainly helped. You buried your face against his neck now that you had access to all of him; a thick sob was muffled as you tightened and spasmed around him, and you heard him let out a quiet “wow” as the second orgasm rolled through you. 

His fingers on your clit, thankfully, moved away. He gripped your thigh again instead; his pace was now messy and fierce, and you had to fight to stay in place not only from the harsh movements and how the table you were sitting on was skidding a bit across the floor, but also from that second round of intense bodily excitement. 

“God,” you huffed, stifling another laugh. Apparently it didn't matter where you were–if you were with Jake, he just gave you the giggles. “You’re really going for it.”

Jake cradled the back of your head, messing with your hair a bit. “And I’m–hmm–almost there.”

You kissed him softly and sweetly, from his collarbone and up his neck to his ear. “Good boy,” you whispered there, giving his ear a nibble. Jake moaned wordlessly in response and gave one last deep, solid thrust that jostled you backwards and made the table creak, then he went slack over you, his whole upper body all loose and so hot that warmth was radiating through his shirt.

When Jake lifted his head, you leaned back and waved the back of your hand over your forehead with a silly “whew” motion; Jake laughed and nodded, then slowly pulled out. He collapsed forward again, resting his head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him once more. 

“Well, we’ve done it once. Do we ever need to do it again?” you asked, petting his back.

“Like, um, sex?” Jake asked, mumbling against your chest. “Or sex in the library?”

“In the library, duh,” you said with a chuckle, and kissed him when he lifted himself up and looked at you. 

“Where else should we do it?” Jake replied, his tone and little smile making it obvious he was kidding–finally. You were glad to have played out this little fantasy and do something new and a little risky, but you’d be even more glad to just go back to the way things were. Nothing wrong with a classic. 

“Our bed, definitely,” you said, and Jake smiled and nodded again; you began working on buttoning up his shirt. “Our couch. The floor. Maybe the shower.” 

“Maybe?”

“Last time we tried the shower, you nearly cracked your head open,” you reminded him, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. “And nearly broke your perfect teeth.”

Jake’s smile grew wider. “That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”

“I’d never forgive that stupid shower.”

Jake patted his hands from your shoulders down the length of your body, stopping at your ankles. “Well, babe, we’re both in one piece now, aren’t we? Time to close up?”

“Definitely. The custodians are probably going to be here any minute.”

“Oh my.” Jake held your hand to bring you off the table. “That would have been quite the show for them.” 

“No more shows,” you said as you both put the finishing touches on getting yourselves decent before Jake opened the door. “I should be the only one looking at you when we fuck.”

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[pritong-baboy]

Definitely up there in the "How the hell does literally anyone take this insane obsession Shockwave has with this random autobot" is that Bumblebee is like.... Idk a teen or young adult? I think??? (Sorry if I'm wrong about this but that's the vibe)

Especially relevant considering how "In your crosshairs" he escalates to screaming about his Bumblebee is his sparkling to Optimus Prime??? Like HOW is anyone supposed to look at this war criminal who's obsessed with Facts and Logic, and then see how he's screaming about how this almost grown/actually grown dude is his baby. Like dude, be SO fr right now....

Definitely horrifying and embarrassing for Bumblebee in particular, since he's already the Young Guy who wants to be taken seriously. It does go to show how Shockwave can't really understand or accommodate Bee's feelings over his own, despite being so attached to him. Yikes, sorry Bumblebee

listen ok, listen...bumblebee is a child to SHOCKWAVE okay, he's a child to HIM!!! DAMMIT!!

ahem, anyway...bumblebee was definitely considered a child when he met longarm back in the academy. i like to think that the academy recruits a lot of young people together with older bots (the thought of them already teaching kids fighting and war is just such good worldbuilding ok don't look at me) and bee was definitely one of younger ones in the group.

it's honestly not that crazy for shockwave to think that bee is his kid, because he is pretty old in my head and i see bee as being 18 in human years max. i like portraying bee as not just being the technically kid of the group, but the kid of the group who was raised in a system that told him that the peak of his existence was to get into the military essentially lol.

[niqhtlord01]

ROOSTER TEETH CHAMPIONSHIP CROSSOVER!!!!

What’s this?

Are we still on the air?

What the hell do you mean we haven’t had a fight in several months?

Well we’re going to have to fix that right now!

Greetings all you crazy fighting fans to yet another Rooster Teeth Championship Matchup!!!!

We’ve gone pretty hard with the family tree of Rooster Teeth characters and in this special we decided to mix things up with a special crossover event by special request!

You know them, you hate them, and Michael Bay betrayed them! Give it up for the TRANSFORMERS!!!

Optimus: *Drives in as big rig and transformers. Ruby: *Drooling excitedly Optimus: Do not be alarmed, I mean you no harm. Ruby: *Twirls Scythe Ruby: I have so many questions!!!! -----------------

Yang: *Rides in on motorcycle and jumps off. Bumblebee: *Jumbled radio noises Bumblebee: I-Too-Love the FEEL-of-a-FLASHY-Entrance. Yang: You get any k-pop on that? Cause I’m ready to rumble! Bumblebee: *Arm cannon forms Bumblebee: Kids-these-days. -----------------

Salem: *Grim part ways as Salem walks through. Starscream: I will grant you the honor of being the first to kneel before Lord Starscream! Salem: I kneel before no lord; and least of all the lord of cowards. Starscream: *Primes arm cannons Starscream: You! You shall pay for your insolence! ----------------

Constructicons: *Roll in and transformer into Devastator Qrow: *takes sip of flask Qrow: So are you all just standing on top of each other or do you do the cheerleader pyramid in there? Devastator: A wise guy huh? Devastator: We’ll see how wise you are when you’re nothing but a smear on the pavement! Qrow: *Transforms scythe Qrow:  Guess I’ll just keep cutting until I find out or passout. ---------------

Soundwave: *Transforms from boombox and ejects laserbeak who proceeds to rest on his arm Cinder: Oh look, another one of Ironwood’s toy soldiers. Soundwave: (In Monotone) Oh look, another humanoid with parental issues. Cinder: *Roars in anger as she draws dust blades ------------------------

Penny: *Slowly descends into ring with rocket boots Shockwave: A most interesting construct to have come from a primitive species.  Penny: Well that’s certainly kind of you to say. Shockwave: (Charges cannon)I shall enjoy dissecting you on my operating table and revealing your secrets. ------------------------

Roman: *Walks in twirling cane Swindle: Interested in some wares of questionable origin? Roman: I don’t pay for things I’ll just steal later. Swindle: (Pulls out cannon from pocket dimension) Oh be still my beating spark. --------------------------

Ozpin: *Walks in sipping tea Megatron: You remind me of my own world’s leaders. Ozpin: I only do what I think is best for my people. Megatron: (Charges arm cannon) They said the same thing while my people wallowed in chains. ---------------------------

Tyrian: *Flips in laughing before licking wrist blades. Blitzwing: (Head spins) And they say I have a few screws loose. HAHAHA! Tyrian: Is it not madness for sheep to speak peace with wolves? Blitzwing: (Head spins again) Well hot spark! I need to write that one down! ---------------------------

Nora: *Smashes through wall, twirls hammer, then smiles as she holds the grenade launcher. Omega Supreme: Hostiles will be neutralized. Nora: Have you seen how cute I am? (Smiles) How could I be hostile? Omega Supreme: (Alarm blares) Priority target registered! Neutralizing with extreme prejudice! -----------------------------

Shockwave: *Walks in scraping cannon arm barrel against the floor Arthur: So you are what qualifies as a scientist? *Scoffs Shockwave: The sum of your knowledge is little more than a speck of dust compared to the vast knowledge I have obtained over my 10 million years of existence. Arthur: (Adjusts gloves)  10 million years and yet you remain subordinate to a petty tyrant. ----------------------------

Emerald: *Walks in flexing her scythe pistols Jetfire: I can see we are birds of a feather. Emerald: What could I possibly have in common with a 6 story talking robot? Jetfire: (Takes fighting stance) That loyalty and honor are not so easily wasted by those worthy of it. ----------------------

Cardin: *Walks in hefting large mace Hound: I hear you think ur self to be tough slag. Cardin: I’m the toughest fighter there is. Hound: (Laughs as he draws heavy pistol) Hound: Kid, I’ve  purged energon slags tougher than you. -------------------------

Optimus: *rolls in and transforms Ironwood: Stand aside, I won’t ask again. Optimus: I can see there is still good in you human; remember who you are fighting for. Ironwood: (Charges up arm, gets angry) I have never forgotten, who I am fighting for.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Ah :⁠-⁠\

I mean, I don't deny that a TFP x SG TFP can be good, i guess

I don't know where to start with, although

I gotchu fam. Transcribed from discord

TFP, during the hunt for the relics. The ones they've found are split pretty evenly between the bots and cons, and there's been yet another located. It's unclear exactly what it does, the discovered data corrupted, but if the previous ones are any indication, it's surely important. Both teams are in the same scene, vying for control of their new find and desperate to make off with it to secure the upper hand. Its a pretty balanced battle until someone, idk who, lands a blaster shot way too close to the relic and it promptly goes nuclear. Massive explosion of sound and impossibly bright light, shockwaves travelling out in a ring and throwing everyone back. It stuns pretty much everyone, with the smaller mecha (vehicons, Arcee, maybe Starscream) being more heavily effected.

Imagine their surprise as they're peeling themselves off the ground, audials ringing and internals rattling... and there's suddenly double the amount of bodies as before. We'll focus on Arcee for the sake of clarity: she sits up with all sensors trying to recalibrate and groans, muttering to herself, "What the slag was that?"

Another voice, her voice, utters it at exactly the same time and she sobers up quick, finding herself nose-to-nose with a perfect, carbon copy. They're perfect mirrors of each other, each leaping up with weapons primed in a defensive stance in perfectly identical movements, and flinching back in surprise when they find their doppelganger doing the same thing. Everything, doen to the tiniest detail, even when they blink, it's the same.

It's not just Arcee either, it's everyone. Two Bumblebees, two Arcees, two Soundwave, two Starscreams, two of everyone! The relic is nowhere to be seen, none of their sensors can pick up on it, and everyone is so caught up in the confusion of sudden doppelgangers the battlefield disperses. They all evcuate back to their respective bases

The only autobot not at the fight was Ratchet, and he has no idea what to make of it. They appear to be perfect clones, similar to the Starscream incident. That's his leading theory until Arcee, one of the Arcees, mentions that she is not a clone, thank you very much, and even if she was there's no way she'd wear blue and pink paint. The newcomers insist that they're not copies, and this is definitely not where they're supposed to be.

They're from another dimension >:3

Without the relic there's no way to reverse engineer what happened to them, and the most the team here has ever done with different realities is the bit with the shadow zone. But this is much more advanced than that, and trying to return them is, uhhhh. Not gonna be easy.

Things seem ok for the first few hours. The new autobots keep to themselves, clustering around their Prime and speaking in hushed whispers. The native bots try to give them privacy--they've just been through a crazy, impossible situation and are stranded in another dimension. It makes sense they'd be stressed, and if the way hands are waving and faces are frowning while they argue quietly in the corner is any indication, they're not too happy about being stuck here.

They try to make the newcomers feel welcome, and Bumblebee + Smokescreen are especially delighted. Smokey declared that he's, "Always wanted to have a twin!" and promptly invites them to go for a joyride. Offering to let them come pick up the kids from school, they'll lose their minds when they see!

To which the new BB and SS look at them completely befuddled. They have sparklings here?

To which they're told no, definitely not! Our human children, silly. Every single new autobot turns to look at them so fast it's a little uncanny, expressions ranging from unreadable to downright shocked.

"...human children?" The new Prime asks, his tone quizzical, optics slightly narrow as if he's suspicious of their claim. "You employ human children?"

"Wha- no no no, they don't work for us!" They wouldn't use child labor, after all! They explain that the kids, mostly, just hang out with them. They're more for companionship than anything, and the new Optimus looks even more baffled.

"You... keep them as... pets?"

No, definitely not!!

As it turns out, these autobots don't have human companions. At all. No kiddos to look after, no government contacts, nothing. It's a bit odd, but hey, they come from another dimension, and if Jack hadn't gotten handsy with Arcee on that random afternoon, they likely wouldn't have humans around, either. Other-Arcee just wasn't at the right place at the right time, that's all.

New Prime doesn't say anything further, just kind of nods and goes back to quietly conversing with Ultra Magnus.

It's weird, when the kids arrive, the new autobots almost seem skittish of them. Reluctant to touch them, giving them a wide berth and taking comically large steps over them. Poor things must be afraid of hurting them 🤭

The trio is very excited to meet the newcomers, as predicted. They try to make friends but they really aren't interested. The closest they get to being even acquaintances is an offer of paint to make them easier to distinguish, and the newcomers are aaall over it. Other Arcee paints herself deep purple and silver, Bumblebee is now silver and green, Optimus himself is purple and black.

There's little tells that seem a bit odd--when the new Prime walks into a room, his soldiers don't stand at attention but instead fold their servos and lower their helms. They seem vaguely put off by human squishiness, thinly veiled distaste. And they're very eager to fight decepticons, moreso than usual, but wartime grudges can make anyone a little overly enthusiastic, right? Nothing that really strikes them as wrong, though. Not yet. Lord Prime's orders are to maintain cover until they can get their Ratchet to produce a means to travel home--then, wipe all life off the face of this planet and conquer it in the name of the Dynasty of Optronix Prime

They manage to keep their cover right up until Optronix lays eyes on this universe's Megatron 🤭

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Dirty Dancing

Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader One day I'll write a story which actually has strange things happening but today is not that day. Bob didn't die, Eleven closed the rift at the end of Season 2 everyone is happy, leave me alone. I'm a Jopper fan 'til I die, but not for the purposes of this. Set 1987 - Jim is approx 44/45, reader is approx 30/31.

Warnings: Swearing, p in v sex, lots of references to Hopper's size, creampie, multiple orgasms, slightly rough Hopper, cock bulging, age gap, nicknames - baby, babygirl.

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Jim has been oddly detached and quiet since yesterday evening. The stars had aligned along with your busy schedules and you’d managed to have a rare date night, going to the movies to watch ‘Dirty Dancing'. You thought he had enjoyed it, seeming engrossed rather than trying to get under the skirt of your dress like normal, but when you asked him what he thought on the drive home he simply shrugged and went to bed.

The following morning he’s still in his funk, not saying a word, departing for work with a distracted kiss to your cheek, a far cry from his usual passionate goodbyes that often left him running late and you in a state of undress.

His attitude bothers you all the way to the Diner.

“How was date night?” Donna asks you cautiously when you arrive, instantly noticing the way you fling your purse to the side and how you punch your card in with slightly more force than necessary.

“Well, I thought it went great, I really enjoyed the movie, evidently Jim’s experience of the evening was vastly different.” You rant, trying to tie up your apron, before giving up, elbows resting on the counter, head bowed in frustration.

“He didn’t like it?”

“I’m guessing he didn’t, but how would I know? He’s barely said two words to me.” You mumble despondently, the whole thing has left you feeling rattled, you and Jim fought plenty but you’d never been given the cold shoulder without a good reason. Donna opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Joyce coming in to collect her usual lunch order to share with Bob.

“Hey! How was the date ni-?” She greets you excitedly, cutting off at the look on your face, and Donna’s frantic shaking of her head. “What happened?”

“Jim hasn’t spoken to her since the movie.” Donna stage whispers, hastily departing to wipe down tables at your glare. 

“Hop’s not talking to you?” Joyce asks in concern, sitting on one of the vinyl stools.

“Apparently not.” You grunt, making up Bob’s sandwich.

“Did you have an argument?”

“No, we went out, we watched ‘Dirty Dancing’ then he was just off with me and still is.” You snap, knife ripping through the slice of bread you had been buttering, Joyce reaches across taking your shaking hand in hers. “Sorry Joyce, I didn’t mean to -” You trail off gesturing at her apologetically, she gives you a small understanding smile in return.

“Bob and I went to see ‘Dirty Dancing’ last week, and I think I know what’s bothering Hop - he feels old.” She says softly.

“Old?” You ask, feeling lost.

“Sweetie, you gotta remember Hopper, and I -” She adds with a slight wince, “- we were in our twenties in the sixties, the stuff they do in the film, the dances, we were doing that years ago. I think maybe it’s made him feel his age.”

“That's ridiculous! You and Jim aren’t old.” You say laughing.

“But we’re not young either, certainly not as young as you” She reminds you gently.

When you and Hopper had started dating a year ago it sent shockwaves through Hawkins, which was ironic considering all the other crazy shit that had happened, kids going missing left, right and center, secret government lab, literal demon creatures crawling out of the ground. Oh no, all that was nothing compared to the chief of police dating a woman 14 years his junior, 29 to his 43 at the time, never mind that you were a fully consenting adult, and you were the one that had pursued him.

Jim couldn’t for the life of him work out why ‘a sweet young thing like you’ could ever want ‘a grumpy, fat, miserable, old guy like him’, you couldn’t give him a proper answer, all you knew was that you loved him and there wasn’t a single thing he could do or say that would change your mind.

"So what should I do to make him feel less old?” You ask Joyce somewhat desperately.

“I might have a suggestion.” She grins wickedly, leaning in close.

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The plan was in place. Jane was staying at Max’s for another evening.You had primped and prepped yourself, wearing a dress not too dissimilar from Penny’s red halterneck in the film. The wine was poured, a couple of glasses already consumed for Dutch courage, you’d thrown pieces of coloured cloth over the table lamps to give the cabin an orange-reddish glow, and finally you had one of Jim’s favorites from his vinyl collection queued up and ready; Solomon Burke’s Rock ‘N Soul. You wring your hands nervously upon hearing the truck pull up outside, straightening out your dress, and quickly rechecking your hair in the small mirror on the wall as Jim tiredly trudges in toeing his boots off without looking at you.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m a little late Callahan screwed up a report and I -” He trails off finally glancing up at you, brows creased slightly in confusion, as he surveys you and the cabin. “ - what’s all this?” 

“I know what’s been bothering you since yesterday, and I want you to know that I understand why, and I want to help.” You say softly, approaching him, going up on bare tiptoes to kiss him gently. He returns the kiss eagerly albeit somewhat surprised, a large hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Baby, I'm at a loss here.” He murmurs against your lips, but allows you to pull him by his belt to the centre of the room nonetheless.

“Joyce said the film last night might have made you feel - nostalgic, and I want to show you that you’re not down and out just yet Jim Hopper.” You purr, leaning away to put the record on, Cry to Me filling the room. “Dance with me?” You ask quietly, unable to keep the pleading edge out of your voice.

Jim lets out a shaky breath, as you loop your arms around his neck, your height difference making him lean down slightly, chest to chest, his strong hands splayed across the top and small of your back.

You weren’t one hundred percent sure how to move so you simply rocked your hips, letting the music take control, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of Jim’s neck. He sighs softly, eyes closing at your touch, and you smile as you feel him start to move along with you. You experimentally lean back, pressing into his grip, he follows you lips tracing against your throat, before bringing you close again. You’re both smiling now, swaying more, his pelvis flush with yours, grinding against each other. You unbutton his police shirt, the fabric falling forgotten to the floor, leaving him in just a tight white vest, hands wandering again tracing his muscles stopping just shy of crotch. 

“Tease.” He rumbles.

“Not teasing baby, just dancing.” You say sweetly.

Jim’s touch snakes from the small of your back to the flesh of your ass, gripping firmly, using his hold to hook one of your legs up, slotting his broad thigh into the gap, smirking wickedly when you gasp at the pressure against your clit, the material of your panties shifting with Jim’s movements.

“Hop -” You sigh dreamily, as he uses his strength to rock you back and forth.

“This is how we used to do it in the good old days, baby.” He says, voice gravelly. “You’d hold your best girl tight, dancing nice and close.” He grips you harder for emphasis, dress half bunched up around your waist, fingers digging into the soft swell of your ass.

“I’m your best girl?” You ask softly, clinging onto his shoulders, gyrating slightly as your head falls back.

Jim lifts you up suddenly, your legs automatically locking around his thick hips, breath catching in your throat at the look of desire in his eyes. 

“My best everything.” He whispers before bringing you to his lips in a searing kiss, tongue licking languidly into your mouth. You reach up, pulling at the straps of your halterneck until they come undone, the dress slipping past your bare breasts. Hopper groans, nipping at your earlobe, your jaw line, your throat, you can feel his hardness pressed to your center straining against his slacks.

He carries you to the bedroom, lowering you gently to the bed, pupils blown wide as he steps back to watch you pull the dress off your lower half, taking your panties with it, leaving your glistening core on display.

“Shit baby, I am one lucky son of a bitch.” He breathes, yanking his vest over his head, you crawl towards him on your knees, unbuckling his belt, both of you working with frantic hands to get his pants and underwear down.

Jim wraps his arms around you again, manhandling you with ease to rest against the pillows, his large frame dwarfing you. Your kisses are messy, verging on desperation, hands petting each other heavily, hips bucking with need. 

He rubs his thick cock over your dripping slit, and you let out a soft moan, back arching up into his strong chest, nipples peaked and sensitive.

“This all for me, baby girl?” He hums, grinning as you nod wordlessly, rocking the swollen head of his dick against your aching pussy, slipping in just an inch before pulling back again.

“Don’t tease me Jim.” You pout, hands on his ass trying to bring him closer.

“Not teasing baby, just dancing.” He coos smugly, filling you with a single thrust that has you crying out, cunt clenching at the delicious stretch.

His hips are flush to your own, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickling against your clit, heavy balls slapping your ass with each drag and hit. Hopper is marking up the delicate skin of your neck with multiple hickies, like you’re teenagers, the harsh suck and gentle soothing lick sends you higher, a fresh surge of wetness coating his cock in a ring of cream.

“I can feel you squeezing me baby.” He growls, muscular arm braced against the headboard, driving him harder and deeper into your fluttering cunt.

“Hop!” You squeak, unable to do anything other than grip his shoulders, anchoring you to him through the onslaught of pounding thrusts. You feel your slick dribbling out, pussy squelching obscenely, being made to fit around Jim’s hard length.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” He asks, panting, the large hand that was gripping your hip moving to stroke over your swollen clit. 

“J-Jim…” You whine brokenly, orgasm rushing through you like a flash-flood, wrapping your legs around his hips again, cock hitting you relentlessly.

“Yes - shit - so good, my best girl.” He groans, flipping you suddenly so you’re on top, limp like a rag doll as Jim squeezes your hips in a bruising hold, rutting up into you. “You’re getting my balls wet baby.” He chuckles, voice strained, you can only whimper, nails digging into his chest, back arched, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.

He sits up, strong arms wrapped tight around your back, jackhammering his cock so deep you feel your belly concave with the bulge. You’re keening into his mouth, tongues sliding against each other, your stomach tightening again with a telltale warmth.

“Jim - I’m - oh my god.” You stammer weakly, foreheads pressed together.

“That’s it baby girl cum with me, let me fill you up.” He says roughly, grunting as you clamp and spasm around his cock once more, drawing out his own release, spurting thick heavy loads deep within you.

There’s a vague ringing in your ears, and you register that the record has long stopped playing, the only sound in the cabin being your light gasps and Jim’s staggered breathing. He kisses you tenderly, as he pulls out, dick twitching at the sight of his seed dripping from your puffy cunt.

“I love you so much baby.” He murmurs, cradling your face, laying back against the pillows, with you still sprawled listless on top of him. 

“I love you Jim.” You smile blissfully, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips. 

“Sorry for being a grump.” He sighs.

“Hop - I don’t care how old you are, I’d have loved you when you were twenty, and I’ll love you just as much as I do now when you’re sixty.” You say sincerely, giggling when he grimaces at the word ‘sixty’. “There’s no one else I’ll ever want.”

“You keep saying sweet things like that, we’ll be dancing again.” He warns, hands slipping down to squeeze your ass.

“Sure you don’t need a rest, old man?” You tease, choking on a moan, as Jim presses his rock hard cock back into your tight wet heat. 

“You’re in for it now baby girl.”

_______________________________________________

[keferon]

Imagine though, someone actually trying to tell Shockwave his kids aren't normal. That is not how normal kids behave, and he just looms protectively over them. Cause how DARE anyone talk about his kids like that. He just doesn't realize by doing that he saves the other from the gaggle of teens ready to show them whats normal

Omg Imagine some group of survivors actually tries to hurt Shockwave? They would be SO DEAD.

Also ahaha now I'm just thinking.

Imagine Shockwave and the gang encountering a normal group of humans for a brief period of time? And there are normal kids and normal parents in that group so everyone get to actually compare??

Some other kid: I'm traveling with my dad. Where's your dad?

Damus: (jokingly but also low key genuinely) here

Damus: (Points at Shockwave)

Other kid:

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

You know something I don't see anyone talking about? In the climax of the Mighty Movie, when the giant meteor is coming down, Ryder's response is to tell Skye to save herself, that meteor probably would've destroyed all of Adventure City and maybe even beyond, and there's no telling if they were able to evacuate the whole city by that point, I doubt it, Ryder was willing to let a whole city get destroyed and potentially a bunch of citizens get killed all for the sake of his pup, just goes to show how much Ryder cares for the pups, cause when it comes down to it, he'd choose them over a whole city

Dude THAT SCENE FROM THE MIGHTY MOVIE HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK I WANNA SCREAM EVERY TIME I REWATCH IT

Also as much as that might sound weird because "he would sacrifice the city for his pups" (it DOES sound terrible), THAT WAS PROBABLY THE HARDEST DECISION EVER IN RYDER'S LIFE SO FAR and I'm gonna explain now why I'll always defend this boy with my life

Under the cut bc it gets long and I'll be talking details about a still kinda recent movie and I know some people who didn't get to watch it yet XD

First, YEAH, they were NOT able to evacuate the city on time. There were still a lot of people on the streets, including the very Paw Patrol team. Just like in the beginning when the first meteor came down and when they needed to secure a landing path for the plane, we see they first make sure the streets are empty before they look for shelter themselves. Same thing happened in the first movie, remember? During the storm, they secured the streets around the skyscrapers first, and only then the pups went for shelter in the building as well. This time, though? There was just not enough time for that. It wasn't about emptying a whole avenue or a few blocks, that giant fucker was going to obliterate AT LEAST HALF THE CITY.

Man, Victoria was indeed crazy. Just where the fuck was she planning to have that shit land as she pulled it down to Earth???

Which brings up another point...

The Paw Patrol was still there too and none of them had a crystal to power up and use their powers to escape. All crystals had been handed over to Skye just a few minutes before.

DO YOU GET WHAT THAT MEANS???

Ryder knew that was it. If Skye wouldn't be able to stop that giant meteor, they were all going to die.

Skye could die trying to stop that meteor.

If she would be successful and save everyone, she could still die while at it.

If she failed, she would die along with everyone else.

Ryder refused to let her sacrifice herself like that, even if there was a chance to save everyone, the risks were just too high. The biggest chance was that they would ALL die there- so if there was one way to save at least ONE of them, he was going to take it.

As much as the franchise relies on crazy and surreal odds (Dinosaurs? Merpups? I think Dragons too, I didn't get there yet? We can just keep going lol), Ryder is still a realistic kind of person. He's a dreamer, sure, but he's also realistic. He's a science kid. He knows the numbers, he calculates odds very quickly, he analyzes every situation faster than you can think so he can choose the best course of action and instruct his pups on where to go and what to do.

The best case scenario there? It was to ensure at least Skye would survive. She had the crystals, she was already out there in the air, all she needed to do was to get out of the way and fly far to stay out of the impact shockwave. No biggie. Anything else, any other idea to try and save the other pups, it would take too long and they wouldn't get away in time, and it would only bring Skye to die as well. Skye wouldn't be fast enough to fly all the way back to redistribute the crystals. She would get there, but then they wouldn't have enough time to run or hide, only Chase would be fast enough to get away and he wouldn't be willing to run and leave everyone else behind.

And there's also the fact that Ryder always puts his pups' safety and well being above his own too. He will make sure they're safe and sound in any given situation before beginning to consider about his own safety. It's his main duty to make sure they'll be okay. They're his responsibility.

And if even just one of his pups would be left behind to die, he wouldn't go either. Even if that meant letting the city get destroyed and taking several other people with them in the process.

The world be damned, his pups are well trained and always putting themselves at risk for the people, but when it comes down to it, their lives will always come first for this kid. And if one stays behind, he's staying too.

On a last note, I don't remember how it is in the English dub right now, but in the Brazilian dub his voice CRACKS SO HARD when he's telling Skye to save herself. He sounds SO DESPERATE and, and, like, he's trying so damn hard to keep his shit together, to get his point across and he knows they have zero chance of escape and survival, he knows these might be his last words to her, IT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH--!!!!

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Deleted scene from chapter 27 of Double-Mutated Mikey...

"Casey doing good job helping," Mikey says with a chuckle as he takes another step forward. "Thank you..."

"This is nothing," Casey says with a soft chuckle. "One time you --"

He halts. Mikey turns to look at him.

"What's wrong with Casey?" Mikey asks nervously. "Y-you l-l-l-look like... scared. Sad. Why?"

"N-nothing," he sighs. "I mean, just... I remembered something from when I was a kid. But, you don't wanna know..."

"Yes I do!" Mikey says, perking up. Maybe if Casey talks about his memory, Mikey will remember more too! After all, if Casey is a part of their family, then he's bound to have a memory that will help Mikey not feel quite as lost...

Casey looks at Mikey in surprise. Everyone has been avoiding the subject of the future like hearing more about it will bring about a crazy time curse or something.

But... if Mikey wants to know... what can it hurt?

"Well... okay! See, in the future, you flew everywhere rather than walked. But there was this time that the krang sent out a mystic shockwave that caused you to lose your powers... and you'd forgotten how to walk. Sensei -- Leo was busy leading a small blockade and couldn't do anything. Donatello offered to build you a wheelchair or a set of prosthetic legs to help with the transition while you figured out how to reactivate your mystic abilities, but you didn't want him to. You said that you didn't need babying and could figure it out. I wasn't on any kind of special duty at the time, so I just sorta... followed you around. You nicknamed me 'crutch' for a while because of how much you leaned on me while walking! It was... kind of inspiring to see you work past that."

Mikey listens to Casey intensely, despite the fact that none of it makes any sense whatsoever to him...

But he was inspiring for Casey... once. Before he became this monster. How is he supposed to live up to these standards of himself?

[azurlaneincorrectquotes]

Breakdown: I'm hungry enough to eat a vehicon! What's for dinner?

Starscream: I propose subway. You know what calories do to my alt mode

Breakdown: you crazy?! Pizza is the only acceptable dinner for a con!

Airachnid: something vegan. You know I don't eat meat.

Knockout: …what? …Anyway, why can't we go to McDonald's? I like the kid's meals.

Shockwave: they don't serve cybertronians. I propose in and out.

Starscream: last time we did that, we got stuck in the drive thru for an hour!

Soundwave: Taco Bell. Cravings pack for minicons.

Megatron: enough! Knockout, you will go to Sonic, and Starscream will pay!

…

Knockout: I'll drive as long as I get a shake

Starscream: and if I don't buy you one, are you really going to deny Megatron his dinner? He'd be furious.

Knockout: I'll simply tell him you refused to pay for dinner.

Starscream: …fine, you get your fragging shake…

[annabelle-creart]

Valley of the Sacred Au. Shenanigans, part 1

---

Niquel: Heatwave?

Heatwave: tell me

Niquel: what are you writing now?

Purpurine: yes! You're always writing! Why?

Heatwave: well, kids, stories doesn't tell itself, someday they will be tell by someone else and that someone will need them

Purpurine: Like who?

Heatwave: like you, for example

Niquel: but we already know those stories

Heatwave: now, but nobody can tell us if you will remember those stories correctly in the future, that's why I write them. And is also because I want to make sure I still remember them...

---

Many, many vorns ago

---

Soundwave: Heatwave? Where are you? Hey!

Soundwave: Where's this idiot-?

Heatwave: GET OUT OF THE WAY

Soundwave: the- FRAG! HEATWAVE, WHY ARE YOU RIDING PERSEPHONE?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO JUST CLEAN HER!

Shockwave: he thought he could domesticated her alone

Soundwave: the frag?! Shock- help me get Persephone and I'll try to catch that idiot. Who would say, Heatwave, Tamer of organic bulls!

Heatwave: EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING TO DO SOMETHING QUICK!

Soundwave: FRAG YOU AND YOUR QUICK METHODS!

Shockwave: why didn't I stayed on my lab like a normal scientist?

...

Soundwave: now you're happy?

Heatwave: at least now she respects me

Shockwave: your helm has a dent but is not that bad

Soundwave: you sure?

Heatwave: see? I'm no glass bot!

Soundwave: if you say so, oh mighthy "warrior"

Heatwave: No worries, dear companion

Shockwave: you're acting like sparklings

Soundwave: we? He's the damned sparkling here!

Heatwave: I am no sparkling! And I just wanted to do something that was ACTUALLY useful, rather than just fragging watch!

Soundwave: Your responsability as white knight is supposed to be actual RESPONSIBLE, and that was Everything but RESPONSIBLE! What if that dent wasn't just a tiny one? What if it had been worse?

Heatwave: but it is not! And I'm okay!

Soundwave: No, you're not okay! And you definitely never deserved that sword

Heatwave: Little reminder, damned birdie-

Shockwave: Heatwave!

Heatwave: I don't care how much you say I don't deserved it, I have it, I am the one who uses it and I am the owner, not you, because Hex choosed Me

Soundwave: ...I knew he made the wrong decission then...

---

Heatwave: Do you believe that?! How can Soundwave, my OWN spark say those things?! Eh?!

Heatwave: ...I know you're just a sword but come on! I heard you talk with Hex before! Or maybe he was just crazy? However! You must be useful for other things rather than cutting grass! Come on! Gimme some good power! You choose me to be your swordsman, your warrior of light! But you just don't react! Come on! Say something!

Heatwave: ...

Heatwave: frag...

Heatwave: please don't make that, don't give Soundwave the reason this time! I'm tired that Soundwave always has the reason, I can be better! I can do anything! Just don't give Soundwave the reason this time... I want to be something, someone that will be remembered through time... please, don't make me this

Heatwave: ...

Heatwave: I guess Hex was indeed crazy for talking to a sword just like me

---

Soundwave: I promise in Unicron's name that if that idiot does something stupid again...

Shockwave: Soundwave, I want you to stay calm and actually hear what you're saying

Soundwave: sorry?!

Shockwave: stop satanizing Heatwave'a efforts! He had been only what he thinks is right since the beginning!

Soundwave: and yet he does it wrong

Shockwave: and yet he manages to get Persephone on balance with just a tiny dent and creativity! Soundwave, none of us are kids anymore, and yet you still act like the older brother when I am supposed to do so, and Heatwave

Soundwave: not meanwhile that idiot still tries to kill himself

Shockwave: *sigh*

*The door cracked*

Lightwave: Hi hi hi! I, how are my favorite siblings?? Wait, where's Heatwave?

Radiowave: How did you make Persephone so calm? And clean? Is she tired or sick? An organic bull of her size does not stay so quiet like that! All that flesh needs to move constantly

Lightwave: that's right! Don't tell me Heatwave finally dom her

Soundwave: ... *they just looked at their sister with irritated optics*

Shockwave: something like that

Radiowave: he did that? Alone?

Lightwave: I was being sarcastic, I didn't expexted to hear that

*An explosion is heard, far away*

Shockwave: What was that?

Soundwave: bring our things, Lazerbeak, search for Heatwave, we will see each other on the explosion place

---

Heatwave: The frag was that? Finally! A real mission! Thanks, Unicron, Primus, Light sword!

---

Meanwhile, on the town

---

*: The heck?!

#: The temple is crumbling!

&: Get Out of the way!

*Bots yelled and cried, trying to get out of the temple as could, at least the weekly mass of the temple was already done and people gone, and the rest could get out before everything became fire and ruins, some tried to bring water and other liquids but the flames were too high*

$: Oh, Primus!

Soundwave: Is everyone okay?!

$: Just a couple of wounded bots

Shockwave: And Heatwave?

Soundwave: The frag... Shock, prioritize the wounded. Radio, get everyone away from the flames. Light, I'll need some runes to calm the fire

Light/Shock/Radio: On It!

---

Heatwave: Is that the temple?

Lazerbeak: Hey!

Heatwave: Lazer! Dude, my siblings are already on the explosion? Wait- what was that?

Lazerbeak: Don't lose time, Heatwave, come here!

Heatwave: Did you saw that shadow?

Lazerbeak: what shadow?

Heatwave: On the roofs! Maybe is the reason of the explosion!

Lazerbeak: Heatwave! Ahg, Onyx, Micronus, give me patience!

---

Heatwave: Hellow?

*Heatwave followed the shadow inside an empty, dark hallway on another building, he didn't recognized the building yet but it was quite strange all of this situation, he got the light sword out on hand, iluminating part of the way, if only he knew a pair of optics was looking for him to be distracted*

Heatwave: okay...

*Was all he could say before something pushed him to the floor, he only managed to see how fast that shadow was*

Heatwave: HEY! WAIT THERE!

*Heatwave stepped on his pedes and went fast after the shadow, managing to discover the zig-zag movements and the hints to distract him, finally seeing the shadow pass through a giant pair of heavy doors, at which he passed through fast*

Heatwave: HEY!

*But it was already too late, the shadow had something on its servos, and when it noticed Heatwave was there, it throwed something on the floor, Heatwave tried to go for it, but like if something was absorbing it, he fell on his back and nailed his sword to the floor to stay still, it was like, a black hole? The shadow hanged itself on the ceiling and managed to get to the nearest window, broke it and then went to the roof, Heatwave could only see a pair of white dots from the shadow. Some seconds after, the hole closed, the room was kind of messy but nothing important seemed broken or taken, only a weird little compartment at the end of the hall was open and empty, it seems the shadow, the thief, had already what it wanted*

---

Soundwave: Lazerbeak! Where's Heatwave?

Lazerbeak: Chasing spirits like a ghostbuster

Soundwave: By Primus sake, I'll kill that idiot!

Lightwave: *on comm link crystal* flames off, Sound, no signal of fire, but this will take a bit to fix, even with runes

Radiowave: People's safe, but they're still worried

Shockwave: guys...? The bot Lightwave got out of the building...

Light: Primus...

Radiowave: I hope they're under Necrobot's grace right now

Lazerbeak: Damn...

Heatwave: Guys! You will not believe what I just saw but you should-

Soundwave: Where the frag have you been?!

Heatwave: Soundwave, lil' bro, I know it feels weird-

Soundwave: Lil' bro? Look at you! We just had an emergency and you prefered to take a walk?!

Heatwave: It wasn't a walk! It was-

Soundwave: Heatwave! Land yourself! Someone just died! This is serious-!

Heatwave: This is serious too! A shadow on the hall-

Soundwave: HEATWAVE, SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! I'm done with your weird and damned fantasies! And I'm not sorry if you don't like that because I'm bored of you trying to act like if you're mature or better, because you are NOT! You keep acting like a damned child and the only thing you did well today was to give up the only thing you had to do! And now someone died!

Heatwave: ...Sound, I-

Soundwave: grow up, Heatwave! Your magic sword and you are not the only important things here

*Soundwave stepped behind to check on the people that were still watching the temple, now in ruins and ash, as Heatwave could only stand in silence, repeating Soundwave's words on his processor like a big bell*

×: excuse me, are you the adventurers that rent the barn outside the town?

Heatwave: ah, yes? And you are...

+: did you said "shadow"? On the hall?

Heatwave: that's not important

Lightwave: Heatwave! Where had you been? Are you okay? Why that face? Did Soundwave told you something?

+: sir, what did you mean with shadow on the hall? The hall of the community house?

Heatwave: miss, I-

[]: THE GRIAL! THE GRIAL IS GONE!

*A voice far away shouted with all their voice box could stand*

[]: THE GRIAL IS NOT ON THE HALL!

×: what?!

Heatwave: the hall did they said?

Lightwave: what grial?

+: you said a shadow did it, right?! It had white optics and summoned a hole on the ground?!

Heatwave: how do you know that?

Lightwave: I got kind of lost, what are you talking about?

×: Why didn't you stopped it?!

Heatwave: The thief? I tried, I really tried, but I almost got eated by a black hole on the ground!

Lightwave: a hole on the ground-?! Heatwave, are you sure you're okay?

+: That was not a shadow! That was the Black Hole Magician!

×: GUARDS! GUARDS!

Heatwave: wait wait wait- miss, wait a moment! What are you talking about

Lightwave: Magicians doesn't exist! They're just legends from times the Primes still walked these lands!

+: No, they do exist! And this is the most dangerous you could saw! Bless Quintus you're not hurt! It is said it is an evil spirit from Ereska, and since it's destruction it had been stealing powerful and rare artifacts, who knows why!

Heatwave: What's Ereska?

Lightwave: You weren't even made when it happened, I'll explain you later. Miss, I really need to know more about this... magician, because the name is not know to me, and even if it was a star-touched, it is not possible that it is a magician

+: foolish femme! It is a Magician! Is the only way possible to explain of its strange behavior and its spells! Didn't you knew some stars become black holes when they die?!

#: the Black Hole Magician, did you say?!

@: It is impossible! The hall is secure!

Town guard: some of us had to rotate earlier to take care of the explosion, and we just found some others injur-

Chief guard: Don't worry, citizens, the thief shouldn't be far away, and I already sent search parties-

$: If it was the Black Hole Magician, there's no way your search parties will bring the grial back!

Chief guard: The Black Hole Magician is just an urban legend, and this thief will be punished by Justice's servo...

Lightwave: Heatwave, what did you saw back on the hall?

Heatwave: I saw a shadow on the roofs, going on the opposite direction of the fire, Lazerbeak didn't trusted me but I went after it, it was stronger and hid easily but I found it, but I got distracted by the hole on the ground and went away...

Heatwave: Holy shit- I just let a fragging spirit steal an important cup!

Lightwave: It is not a spirit! That shit doesn't exist, same magicians! I'll talk with Soundwave and the rest, we have to help them get the grail again, the thief should not be far. Guys!

Heatwave: Primus, dear Primus. My first real mission...

Heatwave: frag it. A fraggin' shadow will not take down a light warrior!

Heatwave: ...it will not

[anluz]

ok i have many thoughts about this season SO i will write them here, home it makes sense.

no formating, we die lie [CENSORED]

Some blanket statements about the season at all.

GOOD.

-The comedy is on point. The show jokes hit much better and harder this season. -Some scenes really are well framed. (aka the spitfire episode. holy shit)

BAD

The maltos are much more ‘battle thirsty’

The autobots are useless now

the flattening of the decepticons

Episode 1

Ok, so we are starting in the media res of the new conflict. slightly disappointed but don’t mind it that much.

What I DO MIND is the shift the maltos had about the whole Autobot-decepticon situation on Earth.

Like, correct me if I'm wrong, but the MALTOS were fighting in order to have their new family members not taken away, yes? to live on earth in peace? 

Why do THEY have to retrieve the emberstone shards? Why do THEM have to sacrifice both their safety and their time developing as well adjusted people (in the case of Mo and robbie) FIGHTING WITH WAR VETERANS?? 

WHILE THE AUTOBOTS

ARE

RIGHT

THERE

“oh but anna its a children show, of course it needed to have some action with the kids”

ok.

but how come there's not ONE autobot with them on the mission? its more in the autobots best intinterest  to keep the decepticons away from that fucking stone.

also good fucking job just ASSUMING the new terrans are evil from the get go. just from ONE fight where (where the terran in question was created. and theres a whole thing about the emberstone creating live in accord of the needs of the moment).

Aftermath is funny. i can give him that,

EPISODE TWO.

Not much to say.

its was good.

I am a sucker for the joke `dangerous individual tries to kill cinnamon roll, and cinnamon roll doesn't notice it/luck makes all the harm deflect on them” so i had a good time on that.

The `mosey` subplot was weak. it needed more build up and that annoyed me.

hOW NOBODY FOUND THOSE RUINS BEFORE THERE'S A BIG ASS HOLE LOOKING RIGHT AT THE MIDDLE OF THOSE RUINS COME ON. Don't even talk about drones (probably ghost emps against any of that for a long time) but how not ONE living person stumbled upon that???)

its was ok. 7/10

EPISODE 3

It was ok. Hashtag plot about `choosing` was ok. nothing special.

Hashtag and shockwave fight was pretty fucking awesome, as ravage escape.

I also love that shockwave optic gets redder as he gets angrier.

EPISODE 4

i didnt liked the idea of `human villains` before but…in a world where cybertronian tech exists since the 80`s, it surprised me there aint more people using that and committing to some gimmick for the shits and giggles.

said that…

swindle???

your whole thing is BEING A WEAPON SALESMAN. A CON ARTIST.

HOW DID YOU LET YOUR COOL SLIP YOU SO BAD????

WHY ARE YOU NOT BACK THERE TRYING TO GET THAT FUCKING STONE WITH FORCE??? WHAT???

also…didnt the ‘humans and terrans feel eachother emotions’ thing went away after the second batch of terrans came about?

Also yayy weird al

who care about the fusing gimmick. sure.

6/10

Episode 5

I like that wheeljack points out that this fucking and the enigma of combination are two different things.

Jawbreaker was…kinda annoying in this ep? i guess…it could roll in the sense that JB is excited to meet a possible new friend/family member and he wants to make a good first impression but….

Still very annoying.

we could have explored more about why aftermath is so angry all the time or why jb is always so careful and peaceful all the time APART from when he is in his alt mode!

there could be a thing there, but the JB partakes in some destruction seems more like a child not knowing any better than possibly something he bottles up in the daily.

also??i get the others are excited for the fusion thing  but JAWBREAKER IS GONE FOR A WHOLE DAY? MAYBE CHECK ON YOUR BROTHER?

EPISODE 6

the  shot composition in this fucking episode are CRAZY HOLY SHIT

Twitch going more on her ‘leader’ role. nice.

why…how the shard is just…lying there?

I like spitfire, and i think it makes sense for her to be a literal `evil twitch` as if, what if twitch didnt had a moral compass

now the thing that FUCKING ANNOYED ME

WHY,

WHY ARE YOU GUYS EVEN ENTERTAINING THE IDEA OF GIVING THIS NEW BOT. A BOT YOU DONT KNOW. A BOT SAID TO BE BORN THAT VERY DAY. A FUCKING IMPORTANT MISSION?????

Op Elita and Megs should have shut that shit down rigth there! there should have been a `sorry spitfire. i dont doubt your prowess, but twitch knows more of our MO but now. with some training i bet you will be taking a mission like this one in no time”

SHE STILL CAN BE FURIOUS

SHE STILL CAN CHALLENGE TWITCH TO A OBSTACLE COURSE

WHY DID YOU GUYS HAD TO DRESS UP AS A STUPID CYBERTRONIAN PRIDE THING???? MAKES NO SENSE

it was funny? yes. i loved the race per se. but?? the WHY? they are doing it?? stupid.

(((what if alex won the fucking race then Megatron?? Would you guys go through with it?? huh??? fuck off. ALSO WHY SIR. WHY ARE YOU WITH YOUR DECEPTICON BADGE? SHOULDNT YOU BE W AN AUTOBOT ONE? OF FUCKING NONE AT ALL?????))

EPISODE 7

Sure. ok. mind swap episode. sure

ngl it was rlly cute seeing aftermath consider Spitfire his true sister

i appreciate hardtop only arm getting fucking jacked (i bet he cant *afford* a new one because OF COURSE swindle your charge him lol)

ravage lil energon bowl (also…is energon solid? do they it in in chunks AND liquid? hmn)

i like the `bravado fight` with the seekers…i think it legit would have worked a bit if she did that towards skywarp of nova storm first lol

it was an ok episode. 

EPISODE 8

It was fun. zero substance.

since WHEN robbie likes optimus prime that much??? they always acted ok to neutral with him in s1

but sure. ok. serviceable.

EPISODE 9 AND 10

oh? do those kids GO to school? you could have fooled me.

i liked the slight ptsd/anxiety of hashtag in the cave.

more `chaos terrans` sibling moment. cute

(the first time watching i though it was unicron. happy it wasent)

to be fair with the quintessons i ALSO would be very mad if my god created me with the purpose of ‘helping’ (whatever this may entail) a race i never saw in my life, and discovered they did that with many many others.

hey shockwave? maybe if you had a problem w the plan maybe you should have SAID something? or made your counterplans? why wait the HOUR before the plan was going to be put in action to say anything?

also…how…is the titan bring a new cybertron to earth? Is he going to metalform the planet? is it a ship? is it just a `big gun` so you could threaten the USA and control earth somehow??

also, glad to see they ‘tried’ coming back to cybertron but couldnt figure how (yet)

this marks the point where….the dialogue gets really cheesy…unbearable cheesy and cliche ..ugh (when starscream has alex as a hostage)

im should have been happier that mo, hashtag and trash are the team for the last fight…they are my favorite maltos..ugh

i feel like there should be a more angry/emotional shouting match w hashtag and starscream…srlys

ah yes. the part where starscream kills the kids…honestly? in character. He always was `the end justify the means’ (unless his 2 brain cells are rubbing together and he thinks in a more long term form) and killing two brats that their main traits was destroying stuff and being a prideful lil shit? yeah. nothing to star to form attachments there.

he would NEVER take the ‘you are more cruel than megatron ever was’

not THIS starscream.

unless they try handwave it with `he was larping as villain so he could get through the plan he thought would legit help the decepticons’ but im not holding my breath on that.

oh wow, starscream going crazy with power again, who would though.

im really getting tired of this. 

more chest fucking dialogue

ARE ALL THE DECEPTICONS LOCKED UP AGAIN, THIS TIME WITHOUT ENERGON????? FUCK. I CANNOT BELIEVE WE ARE BACK TO FUCKING SQUARE ONE.

YES JUST HELP TERATRONUS. THE PERSON YOU JUST MET AND TALKED FOR LESS THAN A HOUR. 

fuck i'm upset.

i wish s1 didnt happened so i just could have this be another actiony-humor tf cartoon and not give me hope for something more.