#TF Lifeline

[elfdragon12]

Let's build an Autobot team!

The other polls: Leader, Kid Appeal, Scientist/Engineer, Warrior, "The Girl", Brute, "The Dark Horse"

Hoist

First Aid

Pharma

Medix

Minerva

Lifeline

Fixit

Rest-Q

Velocity

Meltdown

Pīpō

[earthstellar]

(I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply to, I'm so busy between moving and work!! ahhh)

You are 100% correct, and in fact, once I'm all settled in at my new place I'm thinking about actually starting on a few of my fic ideas -- Especially now that my ADHD medicine is back in stock for the first time in over a year, I might actually be able to work on something multi-chapter again!

I'm thinking one chapter per medic, as a series of one-shots. That way, I can do a bunch of different stories and AUs, without risking leaving any medics out and giving every character their own focus.

There are some medic characters like Lifeline who rarely get mentioned, so it would be fun to give everyone a chance to shine and explore some characters which are rarely utilised!

It would be fun to have each chapter be a different medic and different AU...

I'm open to suggestions for any AUs people might like to see any of the medic characters in! :)

Just. Shove as many medics into an au of their own as possible.

Hook, Ratchet, Pharma, Ambulon, Flatline, Knockout, Spinister, Nickel, First Aid, Velocity, and possibly other options.

[bionicboxes]

why is it so hard to make a cool robot design. you're already hard to draw can't you at least be easy to conceptualize

[giddlygoat]

i enjoy this scene in average amounts

[this-is-chaos-magick]

I really don't know how to explain the effects mcu Wanda Maximoff have on me....like she makes me feels like this images (in order) everytime I think about her

My comfort character is kinda not giving me comfort...she putting me on much distress and sadness all the time.... she's so silly please comeback it's not funny anymore I can't do this Wanda

[raplele]

I think my best friend and the most important person in the world to me might be drifting away from me and I don't know how to handle it if I lose her. I genuinly might go insane.

[m00nz-writes]

lowkey wanna make an x-men / child's play crossover simply so olivia and jake can be found family because god fucking forbid they both suffer with immense daddy problems and trauma alone.

like liv would be the best mom to jake because she knows what it's like to feel so out of place and alone due to who you are (albeit she's a super soldier created to destroy and kill and he's just an ostracized queer kid who needs a strong community to love and cherish him) and also i feel like everything charles xavier taught liv would make her a great parent.

she literally lives by the saying "never give up on someone who's lost their way, especially if it's someone you love" because that's that the professor always told her when he would tell her stories of when he and erik were still close.

plus the idea that liv would just be the perfect thwart to chucky is HILARIOUS to me. like he'd try to kill her the first time and she pulls a "dead possum" move just to give him a taste of his own medicine by popping out of nowhere and being like "OOGILY BOOGILY BITCH!"

long story short; if i make a child's play / x-men crossover (as well as with heroes nbc because that's just so tightly ingrained in olivia's story that i fucking refuse to remove it and not even god can make me) then we all know it's because i LOVE LOVE LOVE found family stories.

and the idea of liv and andy being forced to work together but simultaneously hating each other for no other reason other than andy finds her unbearable and olivia finds him ridiculous is amazing. i just know eventually they'd become great friends, but andy hates her because she punches and claws her way through everything and she hates him because he's too overly cautious for her liking. literally bffs in the making.

also dad peter petrelli to jake is really fucking cute to me because i know pete would just be the best dad whether it's through blood or not. like pete would 100% try to connect with jake at any costs and would try and relate to him through shared interests. also peter feels like the kinda dude who'd be like "woo gays, gay it up" unironically because he wants to be supportive so so badly but is also lowkey a lil confused. def not bigoted because i could never imagine peter discriminating against anybody for their sexuality, gender, race, or anything like that. he's just a very very straight italian man who wants to connect with his foster son.

i just want to force this concept down everyone's throat now and i will never stop until i've done so :)

[pluralsword]

Release of Addendum Chapter 16

Chapter 16 of Addendum (an IDW1 Arcee novel fanfic) is out! Arcee, Anode, and Lug, have finally met, setting the stage for all the good and terrible there is to come for the three of them and their loved ones…

Anode excitedly undergoes her reforging surgery led by Minerva to follow Anode's every want as best she can. Anode with euphoria realized joins Lug, Stratosphere, Minerva, Lifeline, and Road Rage in going to Lithone to meet Arcee, who has tentatively agreed to get to know Anode's family and to live alongside them before deciding whether to allow Anode to use blacksmithing to heal her sensory mayhem from the transmedicalist surgery Arcee went through long ago. In the process of meeting Arcee and talking with her for the first time, Anode and Lug have a new realization about how they feel… much of which we read through Anode's particularly fervent and wanting perspective. You can read it here on Ao3! sleezy Anode hasn't hit public release yet but soonish…

[elfdragon12]

Rock This Town

A short story featuring Lifeline and Quickslinger. It can be read romantically or platonically. No warnings.

Inspired by the "Rockabilly" prompt for @cybertronia-obscura

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Autobot ships landing on Paradron were never a good thing and this time was no better.

It was a full ship of a hundred soldiers with a small group of extra personnel. They had just come from a skirmish with a Decepticon ship. It was on some asteroid. According to the lead engineer, their sensors picked up an uncommon mineral ore in the space rock. They'd decided to stop and mine quickly when they were attacked by the passing ship. They'd only just managed to escape and limp over to the nearby colony, Paradron.

Paradron, for remaining out of the Great War, would not turn away the injured who needed help.

Quickslinger was glad that she recognized no one on board as her former comrades. It made the non-stop work trying to save who they could.

They lost six of the patients.

After she cleaned off her servos, she went out into the corridor of the hospital. Her optics shot straight towards a medic with white and teal plating.

"I think all the critical patients are stable," Quickslinger said as she took a seat next to the medic, "at least all the ones we could save. How are you holding up, Lifeline?"

Lifeline sat back, stretching her arms. "Okay. I'm trying not to be too in my head about this mess, but you know."

She did. It was the whole reason she came to Paradron in the first place, to leave behind this never-ending war. Once everyone was well enough, they'd go right back out and get shot again.

A notification popped up on Quickslinger's HUD. Her mood brightened after reading it.

"Hey!" She hopped back up. "Instead of just hanging around here, let's go out! I just got a notification that one of the oil houses is having an Earth music night! Want to go?"

"Earth music?"

"Yeah. It's becoming more popular on the intergalactic frequencies. It didn't say what kind, but what I've heard sounds good."

Lifeline considered it for a moment. "Sure," she said, holding out her hand. Quickslinger took it and pulled her up. "Is it close?"

"Maybe a few breems, but it'll go fast."

Soon enough, the two were at the oil house. They grabbed a cube of Energon each and a seat. Quickslinger kept a watch--for old habits died hard--as Lifeline shared some story about the hospital director. It turned out she had three different lovers. Quickslinger couldn't imagine having the energy.

The music shifted into a new song. It started with strumming on a low octave stringed instrument, sounding like a electro-bass but more mellow. A guitar, sharp and bright, cut in to contrast the sound. The song kicked into a high energy tune and Quickslinger couldn't resist tapping her ped.

She emptied her cube in one last throwback and held her hand out. "Come on, Lifeline! Let's dance!'

With a smile, Lifeline took her hand and, for the rest of the night, they forgot their troubles.

[anonymous-prince]

i know what it's like being hopeless / bruises on your mind like it's broken / but there's a better life on the other side / so pick anywhere you like

lifeline, the rose

[cafffeineconnoisseur]

*chugs the most bitter and strongest coffee to exist*

*sighs*

I need more fucking coffee

*feels the headache crawling*

*quietly*

And some asprin maybe

[gojuo]

where da hell is finalfantasydaily

[lliquidllyrium]

The thing is I think there is a distinction to be made between Neve and a Rook that isn’t from either city (or worse, who is from Treviso), because he would never ask Neve to abandon her city for his own, just like his first instinct is to protect his home. And given that feelings are not entirely rational it is significant that Rook chooses not to help Treviso first. His brain can know it was an impossible choice while his heart still can’t forgive it entirely. You can still be friends with him with time but you’re never entitled to someone’s feelings even if you were flirting at first. I really only can’t back him when Rook is a Shadow Dragon. You may not be entitled to his heart but he is entitled to catch these hands over that.

The only complaint I have about Lucanis’ romance being locked after not saving Treviso is if you’re a shadow dragon because by design I think there’s a double standard given who he ends up with if not romanced

[confinesofmy]

i got to go to therapy today even though i missed our appointment yesterday. :)))))) everything is okay now.

[revelboo]

Jazz has always been a favorite of mine and the way you write him and the reader is *chefs kiss* I've been inspired to draw art of my tf human character and him . Tysm for giving us sustenance!

Nice! 😁 I love writing and I’m just happy other people like my silly TF stuff.

Over It Now Pt 8

Jazz x Reader

• You can’t breathe. It’s not that he’s gripping you too tightly, it’s the way he’s holding you. A big hand cupping the back of your head, servos tangled in your hair to press your face against his throat. The other arm curled around you, those servos pressing into your hip hard enough that there will likely be a bruise. He’s holding onto you like you’re his lifeline in a dangerous sea, like you’re the only thing holding him together. Almost without thinking, you curl your arms around his neck. And wonder what it’s like to lie all the time, to joke and play everything off. Even when it’s not okay.

• When those little arms wrap around his neck, it’s like he can feel the chinks forming in his carefully constructed armor. The temptation to drop the act after so long, except he’s not sure who would be left under that smiling veneer everyone loves. If that’s not him, would anyone want to stay? He’s the one that can shrug off anything, never serious. Fun. But under that carefree smile? The real Jazz he tries so hard to keep buried? He’s afraid and so tired. He can feel your warm breath on him, little fingers clinging. But it’s your soft whisper that rattles him. “It’s okay.” Like you understand that it’s not. Blaster was right, he’s selfish and you’re going to wind up suffering for it eventually. He knows it.

• The servos in your hair thread more firmly through the strands as he presses his face against your neck, those little door wings of his trembling. And he’s curling his big frame around you as that trembling spreads through him. The feel of his lips, scandalously warm against your neck when he speaks steals the air from your lungs. “Oh, kitten, it’s really not.” He’s laughing then, venting warm air against you, the sound tinged with an almost desperate air. Whatever this had been, it had been something real. He’d let you get the tiniest glimpse and now he’s back to this act. The liar, the flirt, the smiling, confidence man. Anger, sudden and sharp warms you as you plant your palms on his shoulders and push. Getting as much space as he allows between you, because you don’t want to play this game.

• You’re frowning up at him, eyes angry as you try to get loose. And it’s tempting to refuse to let you, but it’s guilt that makes him catch you by the hips and carefully settle you on your feet, reaching to hand you your crutches before you can try to hop over to them. Forcing that smile, he leans an elbow on his knee and props his chin on it, all lazy amusement. “You shouldn’t be out in the cold,” he says, curling his servos under to keep from reaching for you. Because you think he was laughing at you, not himself. It wasn’t amusement, but scorn.

• Why had you thought for one minute he could be real? You’re not even sure now if whatever that had been had been genuine or an act. It had felt almost desperate, too much so to be clever acting, but that’s what he does. Lie and smile. And you shouldn’t be getting so attached to him, because if this is just a game to him, he’ll get bored eventually. Better to keep your distance than risk letting him hurt you when he does. Even if you’re certain that you already like him too much to survive unscathed.

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