#What do you call a group of Tarns

[xretiredcommanderx]

What's your favorite thing about Tarn? What's your least favorite thing about him?

[Meme|Accepting]

"Tarn is loyal and devoted. He also has an innate ability to keep control and collected in chaos. There is not a single favourite thing I have about him, there is plenty."

"His thighs aren't that bad to look at either..."

"However--"

"I'm not keen on the substance he's been so fond of taking behind closed doors."

[kitkatorin]

RAAAAAA FIRST PART OF THE TARN FIC IS DONE

I think I'll post it in about 3 parts. Full thing will be on AO3 at some point. Just hoping I can get these random ideas I have into a cohesive storyline.

Also I hope I wrote the Cybertronian reader bit ok ;;;; never really done it in a published work before

「ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ」

ᴛᴀʀɴ x ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴛʀᴏɴɪᴀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Part 1/?

Word Count: 2.8k

SFW (for now 👀)

Cybertronian GN Reader, Decepticon aligned

CW: Violence, mentions of death, torture, coercion/subjugation, mind control if you squint, Tarn monologuing

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A lot can happen in a couple million years, especially when it's primarily occupied by war. Some things you can recall as if they happened in the last cycle, others were filtered out by your central processor as trivial information that wasn't even worth the effort of digging back up. Sure, you may not have always operated impeccably to all of the Decepticon ideals to the nanobyte in all that span of time, but you at least considered yourself generally loyal to the cause since Declaration Day.

So Primus only knows how you ended up on The List. Well, Primus and the Decepticon Justice Division, of course.

The lonely outpost you were surviving out of with your ragtag group of fellow 'Cons was overrun first with sheer panic at the sight of the Peaceful Tyranny on the short range scanners. There was no talk of fighting back, no negotiating. Maybe running, hiding, or escaping if that was even possible. But those desperate prospects quickly dissipated when the ruthless enforcers were first sighted treading down the halls.

You were forced to experience the horrors you only heard as hushed rumors. You watched your comrades - one by one - slashed, gutted, and mutilated in unimaginable fashions. How many did Megatron's posse victimize to learn just how far they can go with their creative, tortuous theatrics? One was savagely stripped of their plating and kept conscious enough to witness the evisceration of their own inner components. Another had their servos shredded like junkyard scrap in the bladed chest cavity of the one called Tesarus. One was left to convulse in agony as their faceplate was gouged by the deathmask belonging to another named Vos. The last was incinerated in a furnace interred in Helex's torso, leaving barely a pile of smelted slag in their memory.

The sheer intensity of the experience skewed your chronosense, confusing moments for eternities watching your friends suffer until their sparks were eventually extinguished and what little was left of their bodies littered the room. By some obscure methodology or maybe a cruel twist of fate, you were the last one to remain barely functional, though you didn't expect that to last much longer. You laid with your faceplate pressed against the cool floor while searing electrical burns pervaded your frame. Somewhere in your peripherals, heavy pedes treaded around you in a slow, calculated pace. Your systems were long since exhausted to even bother identifying the source, but they eventually crossed into view.

"Such a pitiful state you find yourself in." It was Tarn who spoke as he stood over you. You figured this was his personalized monologue to you before your own demise, as even your spark seemed to shudder within its chamber just at the sound of his slate-smooth voice. "Self-preservation is such a capricious thing. It is undeniable, of course, that we possess the innate drive to mitigate any threats to our life. But what place does it serve in the struggle of morality? One may think that fleeing to fight another day grants the future prospect of redemption, that they can somehow still prove themselves valuable to the cause in another way." Tarn paced meditatively before stopping directly in front of you. He took a moment to scan your weakened frame through malicious crimson optics.

"When we align ourselves with the Decepticon cause, do we not commit our usefulness to Megatron's will? We aim to put our faith in his decrees without fallacy, for doing so ensures that our service in life or our sacrifice in honorable death in a defining moment of loyalty furthers the Decepticon creed."

Your spark increasingly resonated to a precarious frequency as he spoke; panic quickly flooded over you, but your body could do little to rectify it. Tarn clasped his servos behind his back and languidly approached you, taking in the fear that permeated your electromagnetic field.

"You would let existential fears override your determination to serve a cause greater than yourself. Your undirected retreat - your cowardly act of self-preservation - was a foolish exhibition of defiance. And look where that defiance brought you now. True, it may have provided you the opportunity to fight again under the Decepticon name. But since then, could you claim that your spark was truly devoted to the cause if you were able to selfishly defy those direct orders?"

Your spark now felt like it was on the verge of combustion. What started as a buzzing hum grew to a deafening ringing in your audials. It burned so viciously in your thoraxal cavity that you wished you could rip your spark out from its own casing. Through all of the brutal torture for however long it lasted, your final undoing would seem to come through Tarn's vicious sermon.

Through the warnings of imminent termination that crowded your visual displays, you saw Tarn stoop on one knee in front of you. The Decepticon insignia mask that he sported was mere centihics from your faceplate, and the glaring optics that peered from within locked with your faltering gaze. He paused with an unsettling silence, perhaps deciding what words he would use to finalize your execution. He had your dwindling spark within his clutches, and at any moment, he could decide to snuff it out. Throughout all these cycles and everything you experienced within them, you never envisioned your end would be a slow and excruciating torture at the hands of someone who wore the same symbol you had proudly branded on your chassis as their face. Regardless, your fate felt sealed as your spark seized with a terminal finality from Tarn's influence, like his digits were closing its grasp on your very life force.

"Though... perhaps your efforts of self preservation has afforded you a second chance at proving your usefulness." Clawed digits delicately grazed beneath your mandibular plate before clasping the sides your chin and angling your helm just enough to force what little focus you had left to conjure solely on him. "After all, redefining one's function beyond their perceived form is a cornerstone to the foundation of all that we fight for."

The noose on your life eased, though it still loomed over you with Tarn's intimidating presence. He removed his hand from where he was holding your faceplate, letting your helm fall back to the floor.

"Immobilize this miscreant and prep them for transport." Tarn stood up to his full height as he issued the command. He cast his gaze down to you and the pathetic state he left you in at his pedes before turning and walking away without another word.

It didn't take long for you to come to the regrettable conclusion that termination might have been better than whatever new plans Tarn now had in store for you. But those thoughts were quickly cut short as cackles of electricity erupted around you and almost instantly followed by overwhelming energy burning through circuits. The image of Tarn striding away was the last thing you saw before your overcharged systems went dark.

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Indistinct monophonic noise first filtered through your audial feed before gradually recalibrating to stereo fields. What was first nondesrcipt noise was actually a mixture of the lulling hum of running engines and... music? Yes, it was some kind of vaguely recognizable music that was playing, but your processing power was more focused on rebooting your systems than identifying the melody.

As the sounds droned on, your internal visual display became more organized, and external spectrums sharpened to a coherent view. You were on the floor of a fairly lit room, appearing to be an office or personal quarters judging by the furnishings that were immediately visible. There was a moderately sized desk directly ahead of you, and while your optics continued to adjust from the reset, you were slowly able to identify neat stacks of data pad volumes and other memorabilia.

There were several badges of varying sizes - mostly Decepticon, but you saw a few red Autobot insignias in some places - and trophies of a more personal design. Empty sockets of a cranial chamber perched on the edge of the desk met your gaze, and when you recognized what was staring back at you, you jolted in shock. Your awakening tactile sensors alerted you to unexpected resistance - your servos were restrained in front of you by inhibitors.

"Ah, you're back online." The sound of that hauntingly familiar voice sent a wave of dread through your reawakening circuits. Before that, you could have tried to convince yourself that this was all a terrible nightmare, but the undeniable reality was that you were still functional and helplessly bound in Tarn's presence.

"I was beginning to think that Kaon went a little overboard with the voltage." Tarn sat behind the desk, data pad in one hand as he casually propped his helm with the other. Dull pain washed over you as you tried to readjust yourself to see him better. His optics rose from the slate's contents to watch you struggle.

"I had a chance to go through your personnel file, and I must say, you have quite the record." Tarn placed the pad upon one of the orderly stacks and then pushed it slightly by its side to align it near perfectly among the others. His demeanor was ominously relaxed as he had apparently waited patiently for you to reactivate. "If not for a few instances of poor judgment, you would have made an exemplary Decepticon among your ranks."

You didn't want this overly casual conversation with someone who had brought you to death's door. It just further puzzled you as to why he would even keep you alive. The question of "why" and the need to know what he had planned for you formed in your processor, but only distorted static, barely recognizable as any comprehensible words, came stumbling out as you tried to speak them. You still forced yourself to talk despite the initial embarrassment, thinking the lingering malfunction would clear up so you could eventually voice your concerned confusion. Tarn observed your pitiful attempts with an unwavering stare, almost seeming amused by your efforts.

"What's wrong, little dissident? Glitches in your vocalizer?" He chuckled as he leisurely rose from his chair. "It should pass in time, though I do hope you realize that nothing you could possibly say can change your current circumstances." He passively let his digits glide along the desk's surface as he moved before you.

"You should feel honored - as your old companions lay as little more than rusting piles of scrap in a crumbling outpost, you were allowed to remain functional for just a bit longer." With a fluent sweep of his arm, Tarn gestured to the rest of the room you had yet to visualize. "And to be among relics of our celebrated legacy despite your tainted reputation... truly an act of undeserved clemency."

Your stiff actuators were slow to respond, but you managed to turn your head to observe the other sides of the room. Various campaign banners lined one wall, some in pristine condition, others tattered and torn from use on the front lines. You recognized most, but a handful were unknown to you. Beneath them, requisitioned weapons and tools - some still attached to the severed limbs of their previous owners - were displayed on pedestals and in glass cases. Your optics tentatively gazed over the rest of the room that was adorned like a disturbing museum. Even whole lifeless frames were suspended on the walls like any other decorative piece. All the while, soft, decietfully soothing music continued to play in the background. It served as an apathetic attempt at counteracting the horrors you saw, only to further compound your growing unease. It was somewhat of a relief when Tarn resumed so that your attention was drawn away from the morbid furnishings, but that was extremely short-lived.

"Do not think that you are pardoned. You were specifically ordered to hold the line in that critical operation, but you choosing instead to retreat out of fear cost precious time and energy thay could have been focused elsewhere. Your transgression is inexcusable."

He passed in front of you and stood before a large window to your left. The cold, dark expanse of space was displayed beyond, but the glass reflected Tarn's form within it. Though his gaze was directed outward, the angle of the reflection made it seem like he never lost sight of you.

"But I saw fit to reinculcate your understanding of the Decepticon ideology prior to your exacting your sentence." Tarn turned his helm toward you so that his gaze pierced you from the side of his optics. "After all, it does no good if a sinner does not truly understand the gravity of the sin for which they are punished."

Tarn moved away from the window and paced back toward his desk, passing in front of you again. "The ruthlessness that the Decepticons have become known for is ultimately rooted in a focal aspiration - achieving progressive change through decisive action." He stopped for a moment, pedes fixed in place with an upright, dignified posture that gave the impression that he was directing a philosophical discussion among academy students instead of sociopathically preaching a doctrine to an audience of one.

"Think of how society would have been without Megatron's revolution - stagnant, oppressive, self-destructive. Without his call for change, a call for action, we would be suffocating ourselves in a broken system."

As he continued, you were helplessly inclined to listen. But instead of filling you with the fear that your spark would be extinguished in a mere moment, a numbing daze washed over you that made your lingering anxieties virtually irrelevant. It was like being infused with a sedative prior to an operation, except that your life was not in the hands of a trusted medical professional - you could be subjected to untold machinations of Tarn's design. You were powerless to do anything, and as he carried on in a tone that seemed to effortlessly harmonize with the persisting music, the less you cared.

"Megatron's influence has called many to the cause over the millennia, resonating with those who felt dissatisfied and victimized by blatant injustice." Tarn shifted his optics to the stack of data pads again. "So many individuals, rallied behind the ambition of one..." He let the thought fade with silence, then his gaze suddenly snapped back to you, his frame following as he turned to face you directly.

"I'm willing to think that despite your grevious shortcomings, you still have the capacity to understand loyalty and obedience."

Tarn began moving towards you in an unhurried pace, and you instinctively stiffened like cornered prey as he drew closer.

"Your traitorous legacy could have ended along with your compatriots. But that would have been too fleeting, a viable opportunity would have been wasted."

He lowered himself to kneel over you, as if he were studying you like some fascinating specimen. He was just above eye level as you timorously shrunk back from him in apprehension. Perhaps he was studying you - with those glaring crimson optics burning straight through you - maybe he was able to see the parts of you that weren't publicized in a service record. Maybe he could discern the secrets you thought were locked and hidden away. And as your dorsal plates pressed flush against the wall you shrunk back to, that overwhelming helplessness flooded your systems again. It felt like everything was laid bare for Tarn to exploit; no matter how much armor you had, you felt entirely stripped down to the point where he could see the cables and wires lacing through your protoform. With nowhere to retreat to, Tarn minimized what little space remained between the two of you, bringing his upper half so dangerously close that his subtle passive venting swept across your dermal receptors.

"I intend to impress upon you the very essence of servitude, so you will understand clearly just how gravely you've disgraced Lord Megatron." Tarn's voice couldn't have been louder than a hushed murmur, but it echoed within your own mind like a persistent thought, reverberating with an undeniable intensity that drowned out all other possible notions.

The words "obedience," "loyalty," and "servitude" in Tarn's entrancing voice ricocheted in your cortex to the point that you perceived nothing else beyond that. Or simply because the only other source of sound had automatically deactivated.

"Ah, it seems we've reached the end of the suite." Tarn just barely turned his face in the vague direction of his desk, referring to the now silenced device that was playing his choice musical pieces throughout his discourse.

"How timely." He returned his icy attention to you. "I was thinking it was about time to indulge in a different musical number."

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To be continued...

[in1-nutshell]

I have a really dumb idea for Fearless.  Getaway happens, again.  The crew is trapped on the necroplanet with six hours before the djd comes knocking down the door.  When Megatron goes off to talk to Tarn, Fearless follows because why the fuck not.  Maybe they make their presence known the moment that Megatron offers to exchange himself for everyone elses safety with a loud objection.  Maybe they wait until a fight starts and Megatron gets the shit beat outta him to try and (fail) stop Tarn.  Either way I want the angst to the max.  Tarn taunting Megs for his hypocrisy, from wiping out organic planets by the dozen to practically begging for Tarn not to hurt Fearless.

Side note, not sure how this would fit into the angst but I'm laughing at the idea of Tarn having an almost a one-sided rivalry with Fearless because he went from being Megatron’s favorite student to second to a tiny fleshling.

Instant Angst coming right up!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless VS Tarn

SFW, Platonic, ANGST, Familial, mention of wounds and some injuries, nothing too graphic, Human reader

MTMTE

Fearless wanted to go on the planetary mission with the Rod Squad.

But Megatron simple said no.

So, they tried asking Magnus, with a report too!

Still no.

They even went to Rodimus to ask to go.

Even he said no!

Fearless already was processing a sick note for the Co-captain when they saw the squad leaving.

They quickly got into their battle suit (similar to Verity’s in Last Stand of the Wrecker’s) and hopped into one of the larger med kits.

Getaway transmission inside the Necrobot’s dome. Getaway: “And now Rodimus what are you going to do? The entire crew on this ship voted mutiny. All you bots will die like pathetic fools along side Megatron. I’ll make sure to say something to Fearless for you.” Rodimus: “I swear if you lay a digit on them—” CLICK! The call had declined. Rodimus looked stressed while Megatron looked like he was going to have a stroke. Everyone who heard suddenly got worried about their little human on the ship. It wasn’t any news about Getaway behaving certain ways around organics, especially after the incident. Megatron clenching his servos. TAP! TAP! One of the larger med kits Swerve had brought in suddenly moved. Swerve: “Oh great! The med kits are possessed now!” The tap opens and Fearless pops their head out. Fearless: “Who was carrying the medkits!? I swear I nearly lost my lunch—what’s everyone looking at? Did someone die?” Megatron looks like he is about to faint. Magnus sure did. Megatron: “WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” Fearless puts their hands up in surrender. Whirl: “Megs I think you need to get your priorities checked. This is great!” Megatron: “And pray tell why having one of the most vulnerable crew members on the ship, well what’s left of the original crew, here in the same place we are going to get slaughtered by the DJD is great!?” Fearless: “…what in the world did I miss…”

Fearless wordlessly as Megatron explained their situation.

By the end of it they swore they were going to kick Getaway’s tin can so far, he would be forever drifting in space.

The small human had never met the DJD in their life.

They heard stories about the group from other bots around the ship, but it was almost like they were too scared to even speak their names.

They tried one time talking to Megatron about them, it earned them a weeklong silent treatment.

To Fearless, they were more bad guys that had made their family miserable and deathly afraid of.

They didn’t truly know what DJD did.

Fearless decided to make themselves a bit useful and tried to help more panicy bots calm down.

Apparently, it helped the bots calm down when they held/petted/cuddled them close, and they were going to bare it for their sakes.

They noticed that some bots were going to need more durable things to hold and fidget with.

Thankfully they spotted a couple of loose bolts inside a bright pink scooter.

Too bad that the scooter started up knocking them out for a bit.

When Fearless eventually comes out of their ‘nap’ they immediately open up the compartment and sees a bunch of blue flowers.

They hop off and see Megatron standing in front of a statue… of himself?

Suddenly a new bot came out of nowhere and transformed in front of Megatron.

They glared at the mysterious mech.

Something was wrong.

Something was definitely wrong…

The human’s eyes nearly popped out of their skull when they heard Megatron address Tarn about surrendering to keep the crew safe.

What was this!?!?

They were still processing what Megatron had said when Tarn started beating him up.

Fearless was ready to see Megatron completely annihilate his metal behind.

They just stared in horror seeing their father figure not even attempting to defend himself.

The tiny human was FURIOUS!

Fearless runs, jumps on Megatron’s chassis, raises their blasters up at the purple Con with fire in their eyes. Fearless: “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Megatron feels his spark stop seeing Fearless on his chassis YELLING at TARN! Tarn was surprised to see a human DEFENDING Megatron. Tarn: “What is this? Oh, I see. You truly have changed Megatron. From making every organic life form quake in your presence, to having to rely on them to fight your battles?” Tarn laughs as he takes a step forward. Fearless readies their blasters. Fearless: “I’m warning you! Stay away from us!” Tarn: “Ha! What is the little organic going to do? I am Tarn! Leader of the Decepticon Justice Division! Megatron’s chosen one!” Fearless: “You sure about that? Cause last time I checked my names on the adoption papers and not yours.” Tarn is in a slight stuttering mess, not expecting to hear that comment. Megatron tries to move his servo but can’t: “Fearless don’t provoke him!” Tarn: “You are a peculiar organic, aren’t you? Sadly, you won’t be remembered.” Fearless glares at Tarn. Fearless: “I’m not going to repeat myself Tarn, but I’ll do it for you so your tiny processor can comprehend. Stay away from us or I WILL—” Tarn: “What are you going to do? Blast me in the face?” Fearless with a determined smile: “Yes.” BLAST! Fearless had indeed blasted Tarn in the face, then proceeded to JUMP on his chassis and started punching and shooting. Tarn was too startled to properly think what was going on as the human started climbing and tearing parts of his armor. Fearless looks behind them and straight at Megatron. They had a desperate look on their face. Fearless: “GO!”

Megatron laid down on the floor for a couple of seconds stunned at what his organic child had just done.

He scrambled up and attempted to get Fearless.

Sadly, Tarn had gotten to his senses and grabbed Fearless harshly.

The leader of the DJD’s armor was dented and some holes sprinkled around.

Fearless had a scowl on their face and thrashed around in his clenched servo.

Tarn just flexed his digits and made Fearless stop and gasped hearing something snap.

That’s not good…

Megatron yelled at him to spar Fearless.

Tarn felt disgusted… and a bit jealous.

How come Megatron cared so much about his puny organic when he had him!?

Tarn sadistically laughed and threw Fearless into his subspace.

Megatron was about to demand Fearless back again when Overlord suddenly descended from the sky and demanded Tarn to hand Megatron over so he could terminate him.

Megatron slipped away with a heavy spark to the dome.

When he returned to the crew, Megatron told them what happened and who had taken Fearless.

Whirl was about to exit the dome at that same second if Cyclonus and Magnus hadn’t tackled him down.

Rodimus did his best to calm the crew, despite the sinking pit in his tank.

Everyone knew the chances Fearless had alone with Tarn.

They were slim to nonexistent.

Meanwhile, Tarn had just arrived with the rest of his group.

He opened his subspace and carelessly tossed the human aside.

Fearless yelped when they landed on one of their legs.

Another snap.

Oh, if Ratchet ever found out about this…

Well good news was that he wasn’t even here… yeah… good news…

Tarn just gave them a simple order to stay put.

He wanted to destroy them in front of Megatron.

No one else was to touch them under his orders.

A silver lining, now all they needed to do was figure out a way to get back to the crew and not die in the process.

Just two things.

While Fearless was starting to worry about the shortness of breath and hot/cold flashes they were feeling, they barely noticed much of the battle happening around them.

It wasn’t until Tarn and most of his group had gone to personally fight that Fearless realize that they had been left in the ‘care’ of the light blue minibot that had been giving them the stink eye since they snapped their leg.

Suddenly the minibot told them that she didn’t see them escape before head to Deathsaurus.

Fealess suddenly realized they had no one guarding them.

They yelped and grunted as they tried getting up.

Thankfully they didn’t need to stand up for too long thanks to a familiar looking felicon racing to them.

Ravage: “Fearless!” Ravage skid to a stop in front of the barely standing human. Fearless managed to give him a tight smile before leaning on him. He smelled them a bit. Ravage: “You’re bleeding.” Fearless: “That’s probably from the broken bone.” Ravage: “What is broken?!” Fearless: “Yeah and I think something in my chest snapped too…” Ravage kneels letting Fearless struggle to get on. He flinches hearing their labored breathing and yelps. Ravage: “This isn’t going to be a smooth ride Fearless. Hold on tight and don’t let go.” Fearless gripping part of his armor: “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Fearless didn’t know what was worse.

Focusing on the pain in their chest and leg or focusing on the battle around them.

They definitely needed to apologize to Ravage for how hard they were clenching his armor.

Most didn’t even take notice of the felicon being used to move the injured human.

Sadly, there was one mech on the battlefield that had taken notice.

Fearless sees the giant shadow dwarfing them and Ravage. All they see is Tarn’s large servo reach for them. Fearless raises one of their arms and starts blasting. Fearless: “GO BACK TO THE PITS WHERE YOU BELONG!” It only slows down Tarn a bit. It wasn’t enough. Tarn slaps hard at Fearless’s smaller body. To Ravage’s horror he sees the smaller body get plunged into the fray, swallowed by the fire and smoke of the battlefield. Ravage: “FEARLESS!” A pair of mechs had just seen the act from the screen. One of them immediately ran out.

Time skip after the battle…

The bots who were well enough to walk started rounded up around Terminus and Megatron.

Megatron was trying to recruit a search party for Fearless.

When Megatron had gone out, it was impossible to find their tiny body amongst the chaos around.

Even right after dealing with the DJD and Rodimus pulling him out of the place, there was still no sign of Fearless.

Hope was dwindling fast.

Megatron: “All right, in 5 minutes we depart.” Skids (yes, he lives): “Count me in.” Rung holds Skids back: “With the low energy you have, I don’t think that’s wise Skids.” Skids: “Fearless is out there, we need every bot on deck.” Whirl hobbling over: “He’s right Eyebrows. My Amica is out there and needs us.” Terminus looking at one of the monitors. Terminus: “Your human is small, correct?” Megatron not looking: “Yes.” Terminus: “And in some form of armor?” Megatron still not looking: “Yes.” Terminus: “They leak a lot of red fluids?” Megatron pauses before looking at the screen. Fearless was INSIDE the dome and staggering to the door. Megatron: “Sweet Solus Prime!” Megatron sprints to the door faster than he ever had in his life.

No one knows how Fearless got this far.

Ratchet tells them that it shouldn’t even be possible for them to move with the amount of blood loss and broken bones.

But he wasn’t complaining.

No one is.

Ratchet doesn’t leave Fearless’s side for a couple of hours.

Ratchet stands up with Fearless, bandaged up and limp. Ratchet: “I need someone to hold Fearless, very still, for a while.” Megatron: “I’ll do it.” Ratchet: “No offense Megatron, but you’re shaking like a new recruit. Any harsh movement is not what they need right now.” Whirl hobbles over and opens his cockpit. Carefully he reclines the seat and pulls out one of Fearless’s blankets from his subspace. Whirl: “I’ll take them Doc. I’ll even sit down in the corner.” Ratchet hesitates, but the determined look in Whirl’s optic finally made him gently lay Fearless inside. As soon as Ratchet finished putting Fearless down, Megatron came up and carefully tucked them in. Fearless slightly snuggles closer to the blanket. Terminus peaks over Megatron’s shoulder. Terminus: “They mean that much to you?” Megatron watches Whirl carefully hobble to a corner and sat down. He didn’t miss the Ex-Wrecker carefully adjust their blanket. Megatron: “Yes, yes they do.”

[tinydefector]

The Artist, Musician and Medic

Tarn x Pharma x Cybertronian Oc

Warnings: gore, violence, non-consensual touching, death, corpses. Causal DJD stuff

Word count 2.4k

Pharma masterlist

Tarn masterlist

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Energon smears the halls, the dishevelled corpse's of cybertronian litter the ground as Tarn and the DJD make their way through the abandoned building. If it wasn't for the sound of music and the multiple corpses they would have believed it empty. Pharma does his best to ignore the sheer carnage as he moves forward. They cautiously navigate through the blood-stained halls of the abandoned building, the music fills the air, creating an eerie contrast to the gruesome scene before them. The tension is palpable, and the group exchanges hushed whispers among themselves.

Vos, always the observant one, breaks the silence. "I can't believe we're meeting someone here. This place feels like a death gallery" His optics scan the surroundings, searching for any signs of movement.

Kaon, nods in agreement. "Agreed, Vos." He keeps his weapon at the ready, Pharma, walking alongside Tarn, chimes in. "I assure you, this acquaintance is worth the risk." His voice carries in the echoing corridor. Tarn's voice is laced with a hint of scepticism, "I do hope you're right, Pharma. We wouldn't want any more accidents or mistakes would we?." He glances around, his optics narrowing. " if this acquaintance of yours betrays us, there will be consequences for you."

Pharma's optics meet Tarn's, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "I understand, Tarn. I wouldn't have gone through all of this effort if I didn't believe they would be persuaded to assist" pharma has to hold himself from snarking that the grounder. The group continues their cautious advance, the music growing louder as they draw closer to their destination. Each step brings them closer to the unknown mech, and the tension in the air becomes almost suffocating. But they press on.

As they enter a larger room a lithe framed Flyer stands there, dipping their digits into the energon leaking from a sobbing bots chest before continuing to work on the canvas in front of them. "Pharma!, what do I owe the pleasure? '' They call out the end part of their sentence dripping with disdain; it was clear they weren't happy to see him. "You know the deal" they turn to look at the seeker dead in the optics waiting for the new case of inner energon. 

Tarn's gaze narrows, flicking to Pharma and back to the bot standing in front of them. Tarn's grip on his Pharma lossens as he pushes the medic to take steps towards what he could only presume was a helimech. Pharma lets out a trill of displeasure due to Tarn. 

 " Carva, always a pleasure to see you," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of forced cheerfulness. "I've brought you a new case of inner energon, as per our agreement." His gaze meets the bot on the table who pleaded with him, he turns his gaze from them before focusing on the Helimech. 

The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden agendas. Tarn remains silent, his optics locked on the interaction between the seeker and helimech. There is clear history between them just by how they interact with each other, one that Tarn can only speculate about, but this mech wasn't what he had expected pharma to keep company with. his optics linger of the energon stained room, the paintings were everywhere, he had to admire the almost macabre display But for now, he remains on guard.

They take the large container opening it before dipping a digit in it, bringing it to their lips to test it. "Hmmm, what can I do for you Pharma or this for your guest?, it's not often you go out of your way to bring me inner energon. Let alone seek me out" They state while adding it to the table with the dying bot and jars of even more energon. "How may I help?" Carva asks while staring Tarn down their bright Green optics are a change from the normal red or blue most cybertronians sported. Carva's piercing optics lock onto Tarn, they knew very well who he was but they were more curious as to why he was here and just what Pharma had dragged himself into.

Pharma, ever the diplomat, addresses Carva's question. "I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to catch up, Carva. It's been too long since our paths crossed."

“Cut the slag and get to it Pharma” they growl, optics narrowing on the seeker. Pharma's wings flutter slightly in discomfort. "So, tell me, what brings you here? And why have you dragged the DJD to my doorstep?"

Pharma's optics flicker with caution, a shutter runs up his frame before he resets his vocalizer and responds, choosing his words carefully. " Tarn is looking for information on a grounder I know you used to be in contact with. Rainrunner” it makes the room go quiet before Carva shoves their fist through the spark on the mech on the table. Their EM field pulsing in anger. “what makes you believe I know anything about that backstabbing two face excuse of a spark” they snarl. 

 "We are willing to compensate you generously for your assistance," Tarn adds, his voice carried like velvet but with a hint of veiled threat. "But make no mistake. We expect your full cooperation, harbouring a Decepticon deserter is quite unforgettable. The DJD does not take kindly to those who withhold information or attempt to deceive us." Tarn's words hang in the air, The DJD leader's gaze remains fixed on helimech, their blades whirl in distaste as they narrow their optics on him. 

"Hunting down defectors, Tarn? I must say, I expected nothing less from the infamous Decepticon Justice Division," Carva remarks, their voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm. "But you, Pharma, working with the Decepticons? Now that's a surprise. Autobot HMO turned traitor, or should I say, opportunist? Quite the twist."

they state with a smirk. Watching how his wings twitch under their gaze. "And speaking of twists, it's such a shame what happened to your hands, Pharma. I heard the fight with Ratchet left you quite mangled," they taunt, knowing full well that the topic hits a nerve. 

"So.. what's in it for me. Since I can't stay here now, you have disturbed my sanctuary, and knowing my luck I'll have Autobots at my door by the next cycle. your huntting down rainrunner, i want in, i want that slaggers spark" Carva finally states as they move to paint some of the new energon onto their canvas. 

Tarn's optics narrow on Carva, his gaze fixed on Carva's painting. “I believe that can be arranged, If your information leads us to him" Tarn rumbles, the others look towards their leader's curiosity. It wasn't often Tarn made exceptions like this but they were hardly going to argue with the tank. 

“Well then what are we waiting for," They state as they walk their way to stand right in front of Tarn. His optics narrow as Carva retrieves their weapons and attaches them to their back struts, their words dripping with anticipation and a hunger for a hunt. The DJD leader can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and caution at Carva's readiness to join forces.

"Your eagerness is commendable, Carva," Tarn says, his voice laced with a hint of hesitation as he contemplates the potential implications of this alliance. "But joining the Decepticon Justice Division is not a decision to be taken lightly. We are a force driven by duty and loyalty." Tarn pauses, his gaze piercing through Carva's optics. "If you truly wish to stand by our side, you must prove your worth. Show me that your skills can be utilized in service of our cause. Only then will I consider welcoming you into the fold," Tarn states, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of challenge.

The room holds its breath, the air heavy with anticipation, as Tarn awaits Carva's response. The DJD leader knows that this moment could shape the course of their future, and he remains prepared for any outcome. "Oh I'm not joining you, I have no interest in the Decepticons, but If you're going after Rainrunner I intend to be there to watch that traitorous heep of transfluid regret ever crossing me" they state it wasn't up for debate. 

It makes Pharma twitch watching two very deadly psychopaths stare each other down.

Tarn's optics narrow further at Carva's bold declaration. It seems that Carva has no interest in joining the Decepticons, but their determination to accompany Tarn in going after Rainrunner is unwavering. He's almost taken back at their boldness, it wasn't often mechs were willing to square up to the tank.  

"Very well, Carva," Tarn finally concedes, his voice laced with a begrudging acceptance. “ presence does not grant you immunity. You will prove your worth, and you will follow my lead. Fail to do so, and you will regret crossing paths with me," Tarn states, his tone a mix of warning and begrudging acceptance.

It's cycles later and Carva sits watching Pharma work on removing T-cogs out of bots in the Peaceful Tyranny, optics linger on his skilful work, it was hardly his best work but then again much has changed over the millennias. "For some reason I just can't fathom how you fell in with the DJD" they coo in an almost amused tone. Pharma's servo moves with precision and expertise as he skillfully removes T-cogs, Pharma pauses for a moment, his optics flickering with a mix of emotions. There is a hint of sadness in his gaze, a weight that seems to burden his spark, but it's quickly extinguished. He continues his work, his voice carrying a sombre undertone as he responds to Carva's remark. "I suppose it is difficult to understand, isn't it?" Pharma says, his voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "But sometimes, circumstances and choices lead us down paths we never anticipated. The war took its toll on all of us, and I found myself in a position where joining the DJD seemed like the only option for survival of the Delphi medical and research centre."

Pharma's words carry a hint of regret, as if he is haunted by the choices he has made. He continues to work, his movements becoming more deliberate, almost as if he's trying to distract himself. "But sometimes, we make sacrifices in order to protect those we care about. Or for protection And in my case, joining the DJD was a means to an end, a way to ensure safety."

"Haven't changed one bit have you doctor" they tease while moving behind him one servo grasping his hip as they lean into his audial. " always had a thing for killers didn't you, seems like you have become quite unethical ‘Doctor DJD’ " they tease, While kissing the cabling of his neck it makes Pharma uncomfortable. "And you Haven't changed one bit, have you, Carva?" Pharma responds, his voice laced with a touch of irritation. He tries to subtly shift away from Carva's grasp, creating some distance between them . The uncomfortable sensation of Carva's lips brushing against the cabling of his neck still lingers, “still hunting down mechs to use in your artwork, I thought you would have used your medical skills for something far more productive.

Pharma takes a moment to collect himself before continuing. "My association with the DJD is not a reflection of my ethics," he retorts, his voice carrying a touch of defensiveness. "I am well aware of the reputation that precedes the Decepticon Justice Division, but I assure you, Carva, my intentions are not driven by a fascination with killers or a desire to be unethical. There are other factors at play here, ones that I wouldn't expect a shadowplay victim to understand." Pharma's tone carries a hint of frustration, as if he is tired of defending himself against such accusations.

He remains guarded, keeping his true motivations and feelings hidden, They move back with a huff. "Hmm shame, you used to be fun. Now you're just snappy. I see Ratchet did a number on you, he was always more fun than you were, I did always like that party ambulance" they state before stalking around the medical berth.

Pharma's optics narrow slightly as Carva's words sting him. The accusation of being snappy hits a nerve, causing a flicker of defensiveness in his expression . He takes a moment to compose himself, his voice carrying a touch of passive-aggression as he responds, "Oh, I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations of 'fun', not all of us can be dedicated mech killers because they have a few wires lose in their processor" he snaps. 

Before Pharma even gets a chance to take his words back he's pinned down onto the unconscious mech on his work bench. Carvas servo around his throat. Bright green optics bore into his blue ones. Pharma's optics widen in shock and alarm as Carva's servo presses against his throat. The smirk on Carva's face sends a chill down his spinal struts, A mixture of fear and defiance flickers in Pharma's optics as he struggles against Carva's grip, his vocalizer emitting a strained rasp. "Carva, what is the meaning of this? Release me at once!" he demands, his voice laced with a hint of desperation . The pressure on his throat makes it difficult to speak, but Pharma refuses to let fear silence him entirely.

Pharma manages to reach for a nearby tool on the workbench. His fingers wrap around a sharp instrument, and without hesitation, he brings it down, aiming for Carva's arms exposed cables. The strike is swift and precise, a desperate attempt to break free from the vice-like grip. As the blade connects, Carva snarls loudly, grip loosens, allowing Pharma to push them off and scramble to his pede. He takes a few steps back, his vents heaving as he tries to regain his composure, his wings twitch and flick distraughtly. His optics are narrow. "You dare lay your servos on me? You will regret this, Carva," he warns, his voice laced with a cold, simmering fury .

Pharma's mind races, contemplating his next move. He knows he must be cautious, for Carva's actions have revealed a dangerous side. But he refuses to be intimidated. .Carva chuckles as they watch the energon run from the wound. "Hmm guess you might still be fun to be around" they state this time disappearing down the hall leaving a trail of energon in their wake. Pharma takes a moment to collect himself, his processor working overtime to devise a plan. He knows that he cannot let Carva's actions get under his plating. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into. 

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[lord-squiggletits]

You know, I feel like Pharma had the right idea about the rust plague. Oh there's a group of supersoldiers at the door who were handpicked by Megatron and specialize in torture threatening to kill everyone here? They're also complete powerhouses that can wipe out a ship of 200+ bots? Ok, but how well are they against a disease that slowly makes them fall apart? Can Tarn talk it away? Is Overlord immune to every illness? At that point I'd be willing to make a few sacrifices to find out, it's not like the alternate is any better.

Lost Light but-Pharma-is-there au where whenever they run into op enemies and everything seems hopeless, Pharma suggests making another plague. Megatron refusing to get off his ass to help fight off the consequences of his actions? Let me just use this little disease I've been cooking up for this exact scenario :)

Yeah I mean the problem is that Pharma was dealing with Tarn-- JUST TARN-- all by himself, and bringing in Ambulon and/or First Aid wouldn't have helped because they're not any better fighters than he is! If anything, getting them involved might've just gotten them all killed since First Aid would probably try to call for help and Ambulon... well, on the alt Lost Light, the DJD didn't care about going in List order and just killed all three of their targets plus everyone around them besides, so who's to say seeing Ambulon wouldn't have just made Tarn kill them all immediately, blackmail deal and List order be damned?

Pharma stands no chance against just Tarn, much less all of the DJD together, based on physical prowess alone. Even if he somehow managed to kill Tarn by himself, there's the whole rest of the DJD to cope with too.

With the rust plague, there's basically two options:

The request to evacuate is honored and Prowl pulls them out of Delphi, saving everyone bar a few who die to the red rust. Maybe if they're lucky, some pieces of Delphi are still infested with disease particles and the DJD get infected when they come looking for Pharma.

The worst option, Tarn/the DJD come to collect, rampage through Delphi and kill anyone they find, but get infected in the process (likely Kaon, Vos, and Tarn first, since they need to transform to fight or torture, and Tarn has his addiction). A shitload of people at Delphi die, but the DJD are infected and die either immediately or eventually.

But like, if Pharma didn't use the red rust, his only options would've been to try and beat the DJD head on (literally impossible) or ask for an evac on his own (the DJD can cut off those signals and hunt you down anyways) or just keep harvesting t-cogs (nothing gets better and Pharma keeps having to kill people).

So like, fucking genuinely what exactly was Pharma meant to do in this situation? Yeah it's easy to go "he could've found a solution that didn't kill anyone" but bro was literally under a blackmail deal delivered by Tarn himself in the flesh FOR AT LEAST TWO WHOLE YEARS STRAIGHT like yeah I think under psychological and moral torment that intense for that long, feeling like escape is completely impossible and will be punished with death, I too would go nuclear and pick an incredibly violent/messy solution if I saw it as my last resort to get out (kind of) unscathed and not being blamed for my own torture and suffering.

Also, re: that last paragraph, honestly all I could think of was this meme:

But also fun fact, I actually do want to write some variety of a "Pharma lives" AU in which he actually gets to live his dreams of slaughtering Tarn and the DJD like diseased animals, so... stay tuned. Eventually.

[yayasvalveplay]

BROOO THE SENTINEL X TARN SPARKLINGS GOT ME ON MY ASS SINCE IT UPDATED BECAUSE I ALSO HAD A SPARKLING FOR THEM FOR A WHILE AHHH 💕 💞 ♥️ BLAME HESTIA FOR TAKING OVER MY DRAWINGS

I'm planning on updating/changing this because the update with Sentinel becoming a breeder got me going 👀 I'm still in the midst of designing them so this isn't the final product, BUT MOST OF IT IS STILL GONNA BE THE SAME TRUST 💕 I GOT ANOTHER BABY COMING FOR YALL BECAUSE OF THE UPDATE AHHH

Meet Requiem! At first, the only Son of Tarn and Sentinel, he's what you'd expect to be when you find out that Tarn, the infamous leader of the Decepticon Justice Division, one of the most sadistic Decepticon groups in cybertronian history—HAS A FUCKING SON

Requium named by Tarn ofc is the newest and youngest member under the DJD, an apprenticeship/mentee if you can call it that. Taught mostly under his Sire with Tarn's goal being that either Requiem joins the group once he's ready or that the DJD splits and multiplies with Requiem forming his own team in the future to further spread Lord Megatron's will and philosophies across the universe. BECAUSE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT THE DJD ARE THRIVING SINCE THE TAKEOVER.

Requiem is surprisingly graceful, at least compared to the aging mechs of the DJD. Raised by Tarn, growing up discussing with his Sire philosophies and music, only certain topics. Growing up he witnessed the DJD torture and kill pleading mechs. Growing up, he listened to his Sire's taste in classical music for refined mechs as Tarn and occasionally that one technorganic spider femme visiting to cut open an offline bot's frame and to teach him about the cybertronian body and how to break it efficiently. Taking notes before one of them would tell him to come over and twist the blade.

Safe to say that Requiem was influenced by prominent bots; hes a gentlemech with no need to raise his voice to get his point across, not when his actions result in a mech screaming for death. A philosophical mech and with a great love for classical music and a nice sickle it matches with grandma Nickel :D! . An almost exact copy of his Sire, just as Tarn intended. An intelligent child with great potential, Lord Megatron had even claimed him to be at one point. Although Requiem can be somewhat stiff and awkward, when it comes to greeting fellow Decepticons. Unless he was brought along with the DJD to chase and maim/kill/torture. Requiem was somewhat isolated with little outside exposure, especially filthy autobot influences.

Requiem loves music enough that whenever he is off the clock, he's begun to compose and create his own music. Graceful like him with the intention to show his audience.

The audience being the traitors to the cause, as the DJD torture and kill them slowly, Requiem's music playing in the background... to even Decepticon warships using one of his songs as an anthem for when they expanded the Decepticon Empire. He even began to experiment on what he can do, which resulted in one of his proudest pieces yet, a song that practically congesting and frying the processors of mechs in massive groups. A requiem, if you will. His team was prepared of course 🙂‍↕️ so no major casualties.

This is what resulted in him earning his name, Requiem by Tarn. Already talented at such a young age, a teenager that was perfect he had to be or he would be punished, hurt. (given canonically it even took Tarn a supposed while to get his powers to the point where he can deactivate sparks using just his voice)

According to the adults, Requiem did have a bright future ahead. After all, the Decepticons have won—Tarn was proud. This was their Golden Age.

Even more so when Tarn introduced Requiem to Lord Megatron later on for the first time... all his training and education, and pain all... for Lord Megatron... and for Princess Sari. His Sire's large servo on his shoulder's while Lord Megatron gently coaxed the princess to him as they met face to face for the first time. Requiem burned with awe at the nice scared, nervous Princess.

With a Promise from their sires.

Not only will Requiem proudly serve Lord Megatron, expand the Golden Age of the Decepticons... but when Princess Sari eventually takes over, he will serve under her too should he continue to prove himself.

Requiem burned this deep into his spark.

Due to the DJD cult like mentality, Requiem does genuinely believe what he is doing is justice as he cuts into a traitor's face. He looks up to his Sire and worship the cause Iike Tarn does. To not stray or question. Even if he's afraid, even when his servos shake as he trains under his Sire's brutish shadows, even as they ache and he's scared of being hurt, and not being enough.

But life is pretty good for Requiem now that the Decepticons won ands they reep their rewards for years to come. Requiem even has a side job as any teenager trying to become an adult goes through! Just a simple interrogation officer to gain some allies, and possible new members for his future team!

However, his relationship with his Carrier, is somewhat iffy as Requiem would say, but all carriers were a bit weird. So, he could handle and help his carrier. Even as he screamed, sobbed. Unstable, his sire claimed.

(Because no mech, especially Sentinel because lbh TFA Sentinel is somewhat TAME compared his other versions, he doesn't even have the option to grow worse or become Magnus in this AU, he wouldn’t handle Tarn, the leader of the DJD, he's broken. Tarn easily crushed whatever remained)

As much as he loves his Carrier, the Decepticon Cause always comes first. Lord Megatron will always come first, Princess Sari will always come first... he will her loyal executioner when she takes over.

This changes... when time later... Princess Sari is gone.

Half of the Royal family disappeared, Megatron's lover missing in his bed... And the DJD... in pain as organic tissue melded with metal... with his Sire... THE TARN THE LEADER OF THE DECEPTICON JUSTICE DIVISION... is hunched over, spilling the truth that Princess Sari did this to them... a TRAITOR....

His sickle shatters in his grip.

I love this, and will make them the first child. Because I NEED Them to have a strong connection with Tarn, and become infatuated with Sari like Tarn is with Megatron.

Maybe Requiem had an actual crush on Sari? before it turned into obsession because he was promised to be by sari's side always. and now It was dampened by Sari running, and being the one to turn his sire into a techorganic.

This wasn't his princess. His Princess would never do this,,,

But it's been there all the same, he just never saw it because he was too obsessed while in her presence. But now she was gone, and he never saw it. And how.

Now he has a traitor to take care off, This next piece will be just for her, something she could die peacefully too.

[anony-man]

Pharma gets fed alright, but I don’t think it’s the type of feeding he had in mind…

Chubformers drabble #121!

Characters: Pharma & the DJD (IDW)

Word count: 1.1k

(Content warning: non-con, consistently implied emeto (no actual vomiting occurs))

The bell on Pharma’s collar jingled with every step, filling the empty halls with the joyful sound of ringing notes that echoed against cold walls. His joints ached as he crawled along the tiled floor, and the palms of his sensitive servos burned as the tender plating scraped against the rough surface. Each foot forward—or each servo forward, if he were to be exact—sent another jolt of pain through his already exhausted frame, but he knew better than to fall behind.

Tarn was back for him again, and as expected, the punishment was worse than the ones before. Pharma knew better than to expect to ever meet the crazed mech’s lofty harvest goals each week, especially when the prices rose and the supply of ailing patients fell. He was trapped in a losing game, and the only way he knew how to deal with it was to play along with whatever sick pleasures the DJD’s leader had in store for him during each scheduled visit.

His luck for the evening had already rendered him feeling stuffed, swollen, and sickly. Pharma couldn’t even begin to wonder what was worse than being held down on the exam tray where countless t-cog operations had been performed as Tarn poured fuel down his throat until he felt ready to purge, but given the too-tight collar hanging around his throat and the bedazzled leash connected to it, the mech of his nightmares must have had a few things in mind.

Pharma’s tanks sloshed as his belly swayed beneath him, the curve of the mesh brushing against the ground with every other step. He was wobbly and uncoordinated in his rush to keep up pace by Tarn’s side, his knees skidding against the floor and his servos slapping down painfully as he crawled. It was embarrassing enough to be taken under the DJD’s wings and paraded around like this, but tonight, it stung just a little more than usual.

Turning the corner to find the entirety of Tarn’s twisted group of bots lounging around with their arrays exposed and their chatter filling the otherwise empty air was not what Pharma had expected, that was for sure. Had it not been for the sudden iron grip on the leash Tarn held that gagged him until he was rushing forward with the yank of that servo, he would have tried to make a run for it. It was the wrong place at the wrong time for him, unfortunately, and from the looks on those mechas’ faces, he was in for a real treat.

“About time you two showed up,” Helex growled, one set of his arms crossed over his chest while the other languidly tugged at his erect spike. “Got the goods, I see.”

“My little birdie looked lonely,” Tarn said in return. “A bit of company should do him well if he’s to reach his goal this coming week.”

Pharma flinched away as his holder stooped to one knee and reached for his chin, but no blows came. There was an audible click, and the tension on his collar was released with the unlatched leash.

“There,” Tarn said, his fingers brushing across Pharma’s energon-stained cheek. “What do you say, pet?”

The words burned like bile in his throat, but Pharma knew better than to disobey. He hung his helm, the strain of his overly stuffed tanks pressing against his swollen belly.

“Thank you,” he said, the snark in his voice hardly concealed.

Staring at the floor as he struggled not to purge meant missing out on the lewd satisfaction of the DJD’s collective expressions, but it was nicer than subjecting himself to the full extent of his so-called punishment. Tarn was always more than happy to exhibit the extent of his genius when it came to teaching the doctor a lesson, but dragging him out to their home base seemed like a kick to the faceplates while he was already down.

It was just like Tarn to exploit his weaknesses in the best ways possible, and Pharma knew it. What was he expecting?

“The little birdie doesn’t look too happy,” Helex continued. “You should do something about it, boss.”

Tarn still stood close by his side, but he could feel tremors of the floor beneath him as Helex drew closer. His fixed glare was broken by the sight of that ridged spike head poking into his line of sight, and Pharma had all of a few seconds to lift his helm and snap something about personal space before it was forced past his lips.

“Go easy on him,” Tarn said, his servo coming down to rest against the curve of Pharma’s back plating as the poor doctor choked around the massive intrusion. “Everyone is entitled to a turn tonight. He’s failed to satisfy me yet again, and with that failure comes the proper consequences.”

The head of Helex’s thick spike pumped in and out of Pharma’s mouth, its ridges underneath just barely brushing past saliva-slick lips. Pharma’s collar jingled with every thrust, the tiny bell around his neck filling the air with a pleasant ringing that drowned out the sound of his gags. He was made a sputtering, squealing mess within seconds, and worse yet, knew nothing could be done to stop it.

To his relief, Helex eventually pulled back without the added stress of spilling hot transfluids down his throat, and it was then that Pharma lifted his helm to meet those cruel optics.

“Don’t worry,” he said, flashing a smug smile Tarn’s way. “I’m not gonna hurt him too bad. I just wanted to wipe that ugly look off his face.”

Consider it done, Pharma thought to himself as he held a servo to his belly and gasped for breath. His tanks twisted and sloshed all the more now, leaving his mouth feeling thick with the urge to vomit and sour from the taste of Helex’s fluids against his tongue.

Tarn’s servo was steady against his back, and the rest of the DJD stood to their pedes as they corralled around him. It was like being stuck at the center of a circlejerk, and the morbid vulgarity of the situation was enough to make him hope he actually purged. Maybe, if he lost control of his tanks, Tarn would take him back and fill him up again, then leave his pathetic self there for the evening.

“Ah ah ah,” his captor tutted, those gentle fingers curling back around his chin to lift his helm and turn it around. “Keep it down, little birdie. We can’t have you making a mess of our one and only bonding night.”

A direct order from Tarn meant he was to obey at all costs… or else. Pharma swallowed against the bitterness in his throat and nodded, grimacing at the cheerful jingle of the bell around his collar. He was the entertainment for the night, that much had been made clear.

“Now,” Tarn continued, lifting his gaze to look around his group of eager members. “He’s had his dinner, but we haven’t given him dessert. Who wants to go next?”

[whatwooshkai]

6!! :D?

The engineering students come in all shapes and sizes.

Well. Every shape and size except Boulder's.

The universal translator implant in their vocoder itches, but they've learned that scratching at it gets them weird looks, so they tamp down the urge and try to pay attention.

It's not like the presentations aren't interesting- they very much are!- it's just that Boulder really hasn't seen anyone who isn't a mining frame, well, ever, and now they're the only one here! It's kind of weird being outnumbered.

The bot next to them is dark blue and well polished, with an engine that hums so quietly Boulder almost can't here it. There's also a curve to their chassis that Boulder has been trying to figure out the purpose of without staring openly, just occasionally looking from their peripheral.

It seems to have no real purpose other than aesthetically, like they've observed with finials and antenna, though those do convey emotion, it's unnecessary when a mech's field is in play. Doorwings and wings seem to be methods of communication, as they've seen many groups standing together and simply fluttering their wings at each other. A little odd, but very interesting! Boulder hopes to learn more, and has added it to the growing list.

The bot on their other side gives them a nudge in the side. "She's pretty, right?" They're yellow with purple accents, and sporting a smug grin. They've also got big helm fins that tilt back almost suggestively. They gesture to the bot to Boulder's right. "I'll back off if you want, but..."

"She", huh? They add it to the list. "Oh!" Boulder keeps their voice hushed. It's rude to talk about someone when they're right there, but the bot seems quite engaged in the presentation and not listening to them at all. "I wasn't looking like... like that. I was just curious about the curve on their chassis, what's the purpose?"

The mech giggles, leaning against Boulder. "That's just femmes for you," they say. "They just look like that! You've really never seen a femme before?"

Boulder shakes their helm no, adding "femme" to their mental list as well.

The yellow mech leans back and inspects Boulder, understanding dawning on their faceplate. "Oh," they say softly. "You're the miner!"

"Yes," Boulder says slowly. "I am from Tarn."

"Oh, cool." The yellow bot gives them another grin. "I've never met a miner before. What's it like?"

"Well-"

The lecture abruptly concludes, the lights suddenly going back on as the students rise from their seats and start heading out.

"Oh, shit." The yellow bot shoots up. "I'm gonna go shoot my shot," they say, watching the dark blue bot follow the others out of the hall. "I'll see you in class, bro!" They flash Boulder one last smile before semi-transforming their wheels to their heels and taking off after the "femme".

Boulder sits there in stunned silence for a few seconds, but shakes it off quickly.

It's no matter. They have a library that's calling their name right now.

[daiourage]

(long post warning because I love to talk 🥂 the parts I want to be seen the most are highlighted in pink)

Hi guys. Text post here.

Y'all remember the AU trend that I made my own take on (part 1 is here and part 2 is here)? I'd like anyone reading this to say your ideas!!!

I'm in the middle of doing homework for my research group (it's the thing I've been talking about sometimes in the tags when I reblog something), and though I'll be done soon, I still won't be posting for another week or so. Not a big deal, obv, and I'm still interacting with the community, but I would like help from y'all!!!

I've been sketching during the downtime of my research and the pages have been piling!!! So expect a sketch dump of this AU (albeit in a slightly different font I suppose) soon!!!

What I would like y'all (anyone reading this) is for help on who to add into this AU!!! send me suggestions on who you'd like to see (I'd like some minor characters but major characters are also welcome)!!! Also what events do you want to happen???

For the explanation of the AU, it's very similar to the premise of the Happy Ending/Two Primes AUs. The main crew will still be the focal point of the AU, but it'll mainly deal with Megs (still D-16 because I want his Prime name to be given to him via Optimus) and his struggles with thinking that he isn't good enough to be a Prime (I'm thinking of calling it the "Other Prime AU").

For the events in the AU, that will relate to the characters that might be added. But, I am planning:

1. Senator Shockwave back!!! 2. Bee will lose his ability to talk via Starscream? (thinking of basing it off of the Starscream vs. D-16 fight where Dee jacks up Scream's voice box;;;) 2.1. Bee's health will be monitored by someone 3. Starscream defecting from the High Guard and fighting against the Autobots 4. Starscream coming back to ask for help (there's a greater evil (I'm thinking of adding Tarn and Pharma but is that too many G1 bots askdjflaksd///)) 5. Autobots and the government (the Council) will be separate factions

I want to add characters that aren't just part of the G1 continuum because while I like the idea of TFOne being an homage to G1, I want to add characters from other continuums just because there's a lot of leeway because it's a new series (possibly).

(Also because it got me back into the fandom. Perhaps it can be separated from TFOne altogether, but the designs will at least be from that side of the continuum. Also I haven't read the TFOne books so tell me if I should definitely not skip someone from there!!!)

For example I do intend to embellish Optimus's and Megatron's designs with G1/IDW references, and I intend to mix IDW characters in there since (if you know me) I really like the idea of TFOne leading into G1/IDW. But, I also intend to put Prime characters/characters with Prime-based designs (since I grew up on Prime and Rescue Bots (I'm kinda still baby tbh)), or characters from Armada and the Animated series, etc. I just would like help adding which ones (thinking about adding Prime-based Knockout (listen the concept of K.O. being a medic is incredibly interesting to me??? I'm totally not biased guys I promise--));;;

(Ratchet and Rung will be in there too!!! I want to add the other Seekers but I don't know how to incorporate them in there when Screamer's on the opposite team and I don't think the Seekers would both fight against Screamer or the Autobots/the Council)

(Maybe Bee will be monitored by K.O.??? i wanted their relationship to be more explored in Prime so this is ENTIRELY biased im no longer gonna hide it (was never hidden in the first place))

(...Also it's a MegOp AU but that's not entirely the focal point.)

(Also also I'm not that adept at making comics so I don't even know if this will be all fleshed out into one;;; but have my ideas anyway *hands this to y'all like it's a resume*)

[yanderes-galore]

Could you PLEASE do something with a Yandere!Nickel with a human fem reader I would love you forever

And/or a human reader with a yandere soundwave and his also equally yandere cassettes would be nice

I am not far enough into MTMTE to properly meet Nickel (I'm trying I'm just slow) so I used the Wiki to help me if that's fine! So I apologize if something ends up wrong, I was also a bit vague with this. I swapped darling's gender since I could not fit it in to the plot, sorry :(

Yandere! Nickel with Human! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Internal conflict, Kidnapping briefly mentioned, Manipulation, She hates you at first, Obsession, Dubious relationship, Dehumanization, Violence, Trauma, Mentions of death, Threats.

Nickel is a maintenance and medic bot that is a Mini-con.

She has a past with organics, witnessing them murder mechanical beings and her being the only survival brought in by the D.J.D

Safe to say she doesn't like organics and holds a hatred towards them.

This makes an obsession towards a human problematic for her.

She hates organics and expects them all to be vile pests.

That's why she sided with Tarn.

His group is anti-organic.

She's usually really kind and helpful, wanting to take care of those close to her due to her specialty.

She'd probably only like an organic if she saw them being helpful to mechanical beings.

Maybe you're the "human pet" of someone on the Lost Light or something.

That's what many Cybertronians, particularly Decepticons, call you.

You're a pet or a fleshling or whatever....

It's a bit demeaning but you grow used to it.

You most likely help people out on the Lost Light and in some way you end up encountering the D.J.D.

Which means you meet Nickel.

I'd imagine she dislikes you when you first meet.

She doesn't necessarily want to go out of her way to kill you but she just... has a thing against organics for a good reason.

If you gave her some kind of hope that an organic could be good then she relents.

Most of her obsession would take a long time.

She has to get used to this human before she can show any care towards you.

Plus it's all very problematic since D.J.D is one for organic genocide.

Even if Nickel did like you enough to abduct you somehow she'd have to hide you away.

She'd treat you like you're her own guilty pleasure.

Nickel would keep an eye on you if you caught her attention but it would be awhile before she made a move.

She's hesitant to befriending an organic.

It would be like betraying the D.J.D if she took you in so fast.

Part of her feels hypocritical.

Compared to most of the ruthless D.J.D, Nickel is the best to be around.

When you do manage to make her come around she can be caring like she is with the rest of D.J.D.

I feel even when she trusts you, an organic, she still treats you as a pet like other Cons.

She'll baby you and treat you like you can't take care of yourself.

It gives her a sense of power due to her traumatic past.

She's not really mean about it and acts like a caretaker most of the time.

If she did abduct you then she hides you from the rest.

You're a secret pet she cares for while she cares for the D.J.D.

Honestly if the others found out, there's a good chance you're dead.

That is unless Nickel can somehow have Tarn allow her to keep you as a pet, all other organics can go for all she cares.

Not this one... not you.

As OOC as this sounds Tarn may allow your existence because of how stubborn Nickel is with you.

They have a close connection so they can probably make a deal.

Nickel probably wouldn't always be nice towards you, sometimes there's a hint of superiority or an undertone of a threat with her.

You're the only organic that is an exception to her hate.

While she starts cold towards you, showing apathy and disinterest about an organic, it slowly becomes affection.

After watching you, stealing you from the Lost Light, and spending time around you...

She can accept you for what you are.

She knows you aren't capable of harming her or the D.J.D alone.

You won't cause danger if left alive and your life is in her hands anyways.

With lots of time Nickel can accept her adoration for you.

As a Mini-Con she's closer to human size which allows affection to be easier.

She's probably taller than you so she can baby you more.

She is a very mom-like Decepticon so despite her feelings she'd probably like to tease and care for you.

She drags you places, diagnoses you the best she can, she still knows you're fragile and tries not to be rough.

If she did manage to convince Tarn to let you live, escape is difficult.

She'd simply tell him you ran.

Which means you'll either be captured or killed on sight.

It's best you stay a behaved organic if you'd like to keep your life.

Overall, Nickel would take a long time to obsess over a human due to her past.

Yet when she does, she'll treat you as her little human to take care of.

You'll stay right where she wants you, unless you'd like to deal with the D.J.D without her help?

[brotoman-exe]

Some Transformers Prerendformers AU Backstory Ideas

Autobots

The Autobots as a whole started as those who followed Optimus Prime once more open resistance against the treatment of the lower castes and Sentinel Prime's increasing acts of cruelty. Eventually many smaller groups would also come to follow the Autobot banner and once rescued from the Gladiator Pits of Kaon, Megatron would serve as co-leader since many that first joined Prime were Megatron's fellow miners and the newly arisen Prime even once saying he'd learn to inspire from how Megatron inspired him. After Sentinel's defeat and Megatron's fall the label Autobot remained only for those that chose not to follow Megatron.

Decepticons

Born from Megatron's galaxy wide famous speech titled "You Are Being Decieved" given after the first liberation of Tarn and before his capture and imprisonment in Kaon's Gladiator Pits it became the name and symbol of Megatron's most loyal supporters. At first just an in group under the greater Autobot movement composed of those directly reporting to Megatron after his rescue, it became harsher and more combative against others as friction between Optimus and Megatron began to become more frequent. Eventually when the breaking port was reached Megatron would declare the name Decpticon as the moniker of those who would truly reclaim the glory of the Cybertronian race in this galaxy.

Optimus Prime

Obviously still starts with the name Orion Pax. Cold Constructed shortly after Sentinel Prime coming to power Orion was part of what was called the Convoy batch of sparks all designated for tasks such as long haul transport of materials, those that remember him as Orion would find it ironic that in his human disguise when trapped on Earth so long after he decided to do the same work, as Sentinel was kicking production and mining into high gear with eyes on expansion. Naturally friendly and possessing a warmth that put off many of his overseers as "too alive" Orion would manage to make friends all across Cybertron with mechs Cild Constructed and forged alike. Some chief among those being the miner Megatron, illegally operating doctor Ratchet, and Iacon guard captain Ironhide.

It was the friendship with Ironhide and Ratchet that saved Orion's life as they got word about Sentinel having created a drone fleet to "phase out" the convoy as turned out their frequent interactions with other Cybertronians, and many such as Pax himself helping distribute the writings of one Megatron, was proving too have them become empathetic to the plight of the lower castes. Orion would flee into the still not expanded into wastes of Cybertron later learning that only two other of his batch mates survive. Those two becoming leaders of small resistance cells, Pyra Magna with her Rust Renegades and Ginrai with his Burning Justice, that would later fold into the greater Autobot cause. The three surviving Convoy would also, despite disagreements, would come to view themselves as true siblings.

While traveling the wastes; Orion's goal was to make it to Tarn where news of Megatron leading a revolt had spread hoping to link up with his old friend. Instead he was pulled by a sudden need to drive elsewhwre. He found himself finding some lost temple from Cybertron's past which inside contained the missing Matrix of Leadership. It joined with and transformed him the mech known as Orion Pax leaving that temple now as Optimus Prime. Finally arriving in Tarn Optimus would find many scattered and scarred rebels worried they'd be next since Megatron had been captured and sent to the Gladiator Pits of Kaon. Gathering these lost and in danger mechs Optimus swore he'd help them and find a way to save Megatron because "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."

Megatron

Cold Constructed for mining near the tail end of Nova Prime's reign Megatron of Tarn was one of the few miners that actually survived until Sentinel Prime took over. During Nova Prime's time things were much more lax about what materials ended up in the workers hands since Nova believed the Comd Constructed were hardly above drones access to reading or viewable materials did no harm as they were unintelligent and naturalky docule. So that means by the time the transition began Megatron could actually be considered a very educated mech even if others wouldn't believe in the fact he was intelligent at all. Once Sentinel was in charge though he knew better about the Cold Consteucted's ability for intelligence, unfortunately he saw that as a threat and the greater number of Overseers that were said to be there to fix the problems of workplace safety also became harsh jailers with almost any kind of reading banned. As well Sentinel applied even stricter conditions on what knowledge new Cold Consteucted Cybertronians could have installed at initial activation.

Aware enough to be disgusted by this Megatron took action. First he began illegal schools in the mines. Teaching all new workers how to read beyond just the words on some signs around the mines, math, basic science, and anything else he could get materials for. These classes led many younger miners viewing Megatron as mentor like what all forged Cybertronains were allowed to have. Megatron also began writing and crunching numbers to release papers about how the use of a Cold Constructed, or later assigned under Functionist Endentured Servitude for younger Forged, work force and their mistreatment was both unethical and not even mathematically efficient. He'd have these writings distributed with the help of some mechs part of the Cold Constructed batch known as the Convoy and Forged Cybertronians who were already sympathetic.

Unfortunately he was eventually found out and in attempt to silence him one of his overseers began to beat Megatron brutally. Fearing for his own life Megatron reached out, grabbed a mining drill, and struck the Overseer with it killing them. This erupted into the entire mine starting an open revolt and before Megatron could process taking his first life he was standing on a balcony having taken the city of Tarn and giving his famous speech "You Are Being Decieved". For a time the restructuring of the city was going well but then in a surprise attack agents loyal to Sentinel Prime captured Megatron taking him away and began to try and retake the city.

Sentinel Prime was a mech bot astonishingly cruel and at time paradoxically sensible. The latter comes up in that he knew just killing Megatron now meant creating the type of martyr not seen since the begining of Nova Prime's own liberation of Cybertron, the former shined in his decision to try and remedy that by breaking the revolutionary. So Megatron was made prisoner in the Gladiator Pits of Kaon forced to fight for his life almost every day and the brutality required to do it shown to the planet in a bid to make his followers think he was nothing but a violent brute stripped of any intelligence or rhetoric. Unfortunately this ended up working against the Prime as not only did Megatron become popular as a gladiator but the Senator running the Pit Ratbat refused orders to actually later just pull the trigger and kill Megatron even having his 'son' Soundwave leak recordings of Megatron's fights in which he gave speeches upon winning. Of course Ratbat thought Megatron would never escape just wanting all the money this popular fighter was bringing him. So he wasn't counting on a combination of Soundwave's infatuation with the revolutionary plus hatred of Ratbat's treatment, the other the top gladiators the Combaticons becoming loyal to Megatron plus having rediscovered the lost power of combination, and Optimus Prime leading a strike force to save his friend all leading to his downfall.

Once rescued Megatron would become co-leader of the Autobots but by then a darkness had already been born that would come to almost engulf the mech's spark and quickly lead to the begining of the Autobot vs Decepticon war.

Ratchet

A bot that can truly be called an elder Ratchet had been serving as a medic for a large amount of Nova Prime's initial unification and when the new Cybertronian Governement was established Ratchet was provided his own hospital to run in Iacon. At first this was fine but then the medic learned about the Cold Constructed. Having no involvement in their creation he was also appaled when he did an independent investigation into the conditions they were under. He attempted to argue against the injustice of it all but by this point those that had fully entrenched themselves in the new political power structure of Cybertron had no reason to change how the tide was turning and Ratchet was "encouraged" to drop the subject.

Instead he went to ground and started illegally medically treating the Cold Constructed and any other bot that Nova, later Sentinel's, society was leaving behind. Many of the Cybertronians who served under Nova and didn't get involved in the government, plus a minority of politicians who were too afraid to actively speak out against the rest, respected Ratchet letting him get away and do what ever he wished to aid those that needed it.

Sentinel and those that he promoted were much less forgiving and the old mech found himself being turned away and in some cases attacked when trying to provide others with care. It started to seem hopeless but then Ratchet met a young Orion Pax and as time went on he began to see in him what Nova was like before the weight of his decisions and apathy let him compromise on the dream he had fir Cybertron. When Orion Pax returned on the scene as Optimus Prime, Ratchet decided this time he'd be working right along the new Prime and just maybe finally get the equal society where all can be treated well.

Sixshot

Throughout Cybertron's history there was organizations that seemed to possess abilities that went beyond what normal Cybertronian's should be capable of. The Six Clan of Cyber Ninja were one such group discovering techniques that not only let ones spark comfortably exist in a frame or alt mode it was not attuned to at creation but also increase the total number of forms one could become. Sixshot was the current leader of the clan when he revealed himself to the bit who would become Nova Prime. Seeing the Quintessons as an existential threat he broke the clans policy on neutrality and secrecy teaching the young leader how to have flight incorporated into his frame with a third mode to match, then actively fought to free Cybertron and unify it with Nova's forces.

When the conflict ended Sixshot took a majority of the Six Clan back into hiding at their monastery not having any interest in politic now that the threat had passed. Later when Sentinel took over he came not to recieve training but to challenge Sixshot for right to command him and his clan. Sentinel lost horribly and Sixshot scarred the Cybertronian leader stating to never try and find his clan again.

Years later though another would come to their door. This time a recently freed Megatron who had heard legend of the Six Clan from fellow gladiators. He chose to be humble and requested simply training for him and some of his men so they might better fight for their freedom. Sixshot after some negotiating agreed and trained many of these at the time Autobots. Some stand outs include Megatron actually managing to master four modes the three besides robot being a tank, heavy armored fighter jet, and a cannon; A newer recruit Soundwave learned the secrets of size shifting and stealth; Springer who was part of another group of rebellious working bots called the Wreckers became a triple changer; One of Optimis Prime's lieutenants Jazz learned the fighting styles and weapons of the cyber ninja but kept to a single alt mode type he was forged with; One final student of note was a fellow miner of Megatron's Lugnut who desired strength and the ability to fly because he was injured and unable to chase after "Glorious Megatron" when his leader had been abducted and taken to Kaon, while not able to mentally match the Cyber Ninja mentality at all he did succeed in his goals even adapting a cyber ninja fighting move into what he called a Punch Of Kill Everything.

Once these students were trained Sixshot wished them well and expected Cybertron to be back to peaceful so he could go back to looking after his clan in peaceful isolation. Instead later still Megatron returned again. This time not humble but like Sentinel before him demanding a challenge to command the Six Clan as part of his now independent Decepticon faction. Unlike Sentinel, Megatron could back up his talk and defeats Sixshot. From then on the Six Clan were sworn to the Decepticon cause whether they wished to be or not and became a deadly force in Megatron's new war against the Autobots.

[sparkmender]

For the hive au, is a mostly peaceful compared to the OG lore? Is there crime and civil unrest? Whether between the courts or factions or etc

In the immediate area of Hive Iacon (and Megatron’s remaining Swarm loyalists who have come to stay), conflict is quite low now that Megatron and Optimus have settled things between them and Megatron has been appointed Lord Protector of the Hive. They have joined together out of a need for shared resources and, on Optimus’ part, an urging from the Matrix and his inner court to secure his position as the new Prime (potential-to-be Magnus) of the Hive. As Sentinel had any other Prime potentiates killed before they could emerge from their second cocoons, and then fell to sickness, Optimus was in a very precarious situation that could have led to Iacon facing colony collapse or poaching from other Hives— prior to becoming more isolationist under Nova Prime and Sentinel Prime, Iacon had long been held in high regard for their gifted magic adepts and skillful healers (as well as a carefully maintained library due to the work of elder Alpha Trion) and many would be glad to take them and their knowledge in, should their community bonds crumble.

Tensions had been very high between Iacon and the Swarm in the past under Sentinel Prime’s leadership, with Sentinel as the aggressor rather than Megatron— for the most part Megatron had been very, very busy trying to quell infighting and claw back territory after his successful coup and duel to the death against Megazarak, the former leader of the Swarm and his and Galvatron’s sire. (Galvatron had previously been excommunicated and thrown out into the wastes of the Kaoni desert for her own attempt on Megazarak in Megatron’s grubhood, as she was considered mad due to her Seer abilities— the Swarm has a long history of distrust and disbelief in such things— and it would have been ‘dishonorable’ for Megazarak to kill her because of her insanity.) At current time the Swarm exists in name only; there are several different troupes and factions within that have splintered away for various reasons since that clash between Megatron and Megazarak, and the Swarm’s once ironclad grip on the Tarnish mountain range and surrounding territory (stretching from the Kaoni desert to roughly west of Tesarus) has been thoroughly broken, leading to infighting, banditry, and other conflicts.

Notable among these splintered groups are the Wyld Hunt as led by Tarn, the bastard offspring of Megatron, and Overlord’s strange wandering Circus. There’s also a bunch of idiots calling themselves the Scavengers? We don’t know what their deal is, but they’re human friendly and pretty bad at being mercenaries.

The Order of the Path are wandering pathguides and wayfinders of all sorts, who travel among various Hives and settlements to share news and, occasionally, guard caravans of travelers. Drift is one such pathguide, and travels between Iacon and Caminus regularly. Beyond the threat of ambush and bandits for large groups of travelers, there are large Voiceless (nonsentient) predators to contend with, ranging from those who are opportunistic to those who specifically predate on Fae and their kin.

There’s also the Court of Vos, which is constantly in conflict with itself, everyone around it, anyone who’s ever been tangentially involved, and probably you as well just because. Vos itself sounds constantly as if it is in argument with itself, given the concentration of the wasp population within. You will hear the buzzing before you even realize you’re within fighting distance.

The Coastal fae and their kith have very loose arrangements with each other and are typically solitary or form small pods with poorly defined territory claims. When conflict arises (which rarely occurs, as the beach dwellers and cave-lurks keep to themselves), issues are brought to Shockwave to mediate, as all are in agreement that Shockwave is the most impartial and sensible. This has nothing to do with the fact that he is also the largest. We swear.

As for the Kaon Market, it’s only a crime if you get caught. Don’t get caught.

[aeneidjellyfish]

Post Traumatic Megatron Disorder Support Group

（trying to share my nonsense headcanon here) （´▽` )ﾉ

No tw, no relationship, just Tarn and Starscream have a talk. Try my best to make a coherent English version.

—————— aka : Told you not to worship a star in Decepticons

The current ruler of Cybertron, Starscream, picks up a badly injured and dying Tarn and brings him back to the mansion. Tarn opens his vision to see a model of an F15 on the ceiling, wondering how he could have seen it on his way to meet Primus. He hadn't finished scanning his surroundings when he heard Starscream's peculiar voice mocking “I thought I was the only one who could survive the beating took from Megatron”.

Tarn knew him, the notorious former air force commander, of course. He'd gotten a taste of Starscream’s shrill voice when Megatron had occasionally convened the various divisions for strategy seminars, and had been extremely offended that Starscream had dared to dissent and shoot at Megatron with no respect whatsoever. He sometimes even can not bear the thought of having Megatron to put Starscream on the List. But that thought was dispelled after witnessing Megatron himself give his flighty lieutenant a good thrashing in front of a crowd of Decepticons, and naturally, he wasn't going to get in the way of Megatron's efforts to do so. With the DJD always on the outside in charge of the Purge, all Tarn knew was that Starscream had disappeared a long time ago, even before Megatron's defection, which had taken place at some unknown time. The bits and pieces he'd heard since then were that Starscream had gone back to Cybertron to pursue a career in politics, and it was only now that he'd seen the aircraft in person in this unusually decorated room.

Tarn, who had little positive impression of Starscream, was just about to get up and catch the datapad-wielding pretentious aircraft which leaning against the corner of a side table to teach him a lesson. Unless he was immobilised by the inhibitory collar. Tarn turned to trying to use his power to knock out Starscream and get out of this place first. Starscream was saying not to waste time,after working with Soundwave for so long Tarn's kind of tricks are clear to him. Starscream asked him whether he remembers Arachnid, who was responsible for putting him back together a little bit from his broken state. Tarn then realised that the collar could actually suppress his powers as well.

The threat of force is no longer enough to start fighting, that’s fine. Starscream tells Tarn that he decided to get him back, so he owed a huge debt of gratitude. “And how you're going to pay it is up to me, Lord Starscream, to decide. ”

No way. Only the Primus knew what the crafty little glitch was up to. Tarn said directly that he was going back to the Peaceful Tyranny, only got a sneer.

“That's the name of your ship? ”He glared as furiously as he could at the sarcastic seeker, then still heard nothing good come out of other one’s mouth. “Guessing your teammates who are still alive now think you're a Megatron-obsessed lunatic. After all, hearing that you ripped out one of your teammates' head. That's a shame."

“Oh, you've screw up as well, many times right? After all, you've dared to shoot Lord Megatron in the forehead. ” At this point, Tarn was a little repentant, for he had brought out the usual respect for the traitor.

‘Is it Lord now? Looks like Megatron didn't teach you enough. Or, giving something else, too much for your brain module washed it completely , poor thing. ”Surely, this became a handy thing for Starscream. “Such a great and useful weapon you are, Megatron just threw you away as soon as he so called ‘turned from evil to good’. Sure enough, that old bucket head was all rusted up.”

A kind of rage had been churning in Tarn's spark since he'd been online again. He kind of wanted to make common cause with Starscream against Megatron, but then he felt like the other one was in a different place than he was. And it was all because of Megatron that he was in this dilemma. After he learnt of Megatron's mutiny, he often fell into a trance, simply could not understand that,a mech who able to write such a powerful thought as ‘Toward Peace’, a mech killed the elders of the parliament in one fell swoop to conquer five cities, setting up the Decepticons.

Most importantly, a mech who was able to save Glitch, which had been tortured, by giving him the thought and motivation, like a saviour, and all of these! These had become bubbles of energy fluid that spilled from mouths (or was it) of every fugitive that DJD had abused to death, bursting one by one into a puddle of filth as the circulatory system was forced to shut down. Now he was part of the filth. Previously unattainable ideals and motivations tumbled and collapsed, pinning him down and immobilishing him. The closer he got to Megatron, the deeper he sank until he was ripped to shreds by Megatron's real filth-like antimatter.

Until now he has regained consciousness and his spark has been rekindled once again.

“Suddenly dumb, or you're not really thinking about Megatron again, are you?”

Trapped in his neural mind running, Tarn had almost forgotten that there was a mouthy aeroplane next to him that he couldn't do anything about for the time being. “Not as much as you, Starscream, you could call anything while you were on your knees begging for mercy. ”If it came down to verbal sparring, Tarn thought that basically no one could compete with him. And, he added a threat, “don't ever mention the name in front of me.”

“As if I want to.” Starscream rolled his vision and turned his head to a side cabinet to rummage for something. “Mind you, since you're a fugitive now, there are a lot of decent Autobots out there who heard about what happened to the Lost Light ready to meet you.”

“Then why do you keep me?”

“What, I saved you from that shithole, instead of even thanking me, you're starting to suspect my motives? Well, told you that even if I wasn't plotting, someone would think I was. How about this: the Chosen One, Lord Starscream, wishes to educate the vicious DJD leader, to prove to everyone that no one is born a villain, Cybertron will get better and better under my rule.”

“Can’t even see the bounds of Hypocrisy. You talk about this stuff all the time, does anyone really believe it?”

Starscream only shrugs, handing over a small glass of energon liquor. Tarn took it drank down, not wanting to bother questioning whether or not it was poisoned. With this seeker’s subtle, if he wanted him die, there was no need to revive him before killing. No deep grudge between them right now, no need to erase each other.

“It seems like you would not smashing up all my stuff, so I'll be off now, there's still a court for me to preside over. ” Tarn watched as the wing of the aircraft floated lightly from in front of him to the door. “You can look around the building without getting out. As for your disposition we'll talk about that later.”

“You sure?”

Starscream turned, squinting his vision smiled . “Better look up for my gift now.”

There was a metal box on the table. Tarn cautiously opened a corner, a piece of purple. He was beginning to feel it emanating from spark again, like the temperature near the melting machine of Helias. He took out the object, it’s a mask, unscratched, the one he used to wear, in the shape of the Decepticon mark.

Tarn crushed the metal box into scrap first.

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

I want you to know that I constantly think about that post/chapter of yours that posits the idea that Decepticon High Command in Animated just thinks the DJD is annoying as shit. It's so fucking funny. The idea that the DJD is exactly as terrifying and sadistic as they are in the comics but are just treated like annoying edgelords has me in shambles.

YES I'm so glad that's living on!!

Because like yeah!! If I had to work with a group of people who committed some serious horrific atrocities but were also edgelords I'd be annoyed too! What do you mean Tarn is constantly playing the same classical music over and over again?? What do you mean Kaon "accidentally" put you on The List after you made fun of him?? Why is Vos allowed to be a "linguistic purist" and make communications a thousand times harder??

Like yeah they're terrifying if you were an actual target. But obviously Decepticon High Command members aren't a target, and high ranking Cons also have the responsibility of planning attacks, managing resources, and keeping up appearances with neutral partners. Not everyone can go join a secretive group and just fuck around committing atrocities. Some of us have to actually work and get shit done around here!! No I don't want to hear about how you ground a mech to death or flayed a mech alive, I need you to explain how you spent all those credits we gave you in under three solar cycles!!

I headcanon that Strika has beef with Tarn not because he's a violent, barely controlled murderer, but because he doesn't do any administrative work. He doesn't do his financial reports, he never helps with maintaining trade routes, and he never keeps track of resources used. The last time she asked for his energon consumption report for the last quarter he went on a tangent about Megatron's early writings until she gave up and cut the call. She has since talked Nickel into doing administrative work behind Tarn's back just so that she has some records of their spending and consumption. She's brought this issue up to Megatron multiple times and yet he does nothing about it because after all they produce results.

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Heir To The Lands Chapter 21

When Things Sink In Masterpost

They had ended up only a few meters away from the border of the strict magic repelling spells Tessa had put up. Gwenneth only seemed to stare at him in a manner that made Kit feel icky but it was in no way near of anything of importance. Because Ty was falling apart right in front of him. His mouth was forming the shapes of a thousand words but no sound came out of his throat, he was staring at the spot where Dru should had stood, and his hands were fluttering wildly. Unable to process that she had been taken, and by whom? Kit's heart broke in his chest. Never had he wanted Dru to be taken on the mission, never had he wanted Ty to trade in another one of his sister for the safety of the world. Honestly he was at a loss at what to do for him, how to console him. It came thus as a very big surprise, that it was frail and gaunt Jaime who turnt to the group. "I am so sorry. It's my faut they have Dru, if only they hadn't caught me, she'd be safe." Jaime's voice sounded as hopeless as Kit felt, and he could feel tears pricking the back of his eyes, in Ty's case they had already started to flow freely. "From the dreadful clouds, I'd take it we arrived in North Europe." Gwenneth said, trying to orient herself. "We're close to Dimmet Tarn. It's where I live." Kit said, his voice sounding weirdly hollow in his ears. "Then can we go to your place my King? It's best to regroup somewhere safe as you figure out how you will save the pale one's sister." The way she seemed to respect him so suddenly irked Kit a bit, but it was indeed the best course of action. Only the knowledge of the shennanigans Tessa's eldest two had went through, that Kit had the courage to face them now and come clean, but he still felt that fear in his gut that he was the most worthless son ever to people who had been so great to him. He wrapped one of his arms around Ty, the other around Jaime and with all the power in his arms he hoisted them up. He pushed the boys forward and it went well until Gwenneth seemed to be held back by an invisible force. "Oh right, the border magic makes sure to keep fairies out. Gwenneth, I invite you in." The pink goblin stared at him. "Only because you're the King, I will accept this vampire treatment." It was the first time her usual snarky personality shone through, and it almost made Kit smile. Almost. When they approached the Herongraystairs home, Kit yelled out, "Tessa I need your help!" It still felt too strange to call her mom, but it was also growing strange to call her Tessa. He really needed a nickname for her and Jem. Jem hurriedly opened the door, Tessa already appearing from behind them as they took in the scene in front of them. "Jem, please get my special tea ready, I think the boys have a lot of explaining to do."

Dru had to admit she was guilty of falling asleep during the flight to wherever she was. The boy's arms were warm and the breeze in Faerie was just right, it had played with her hair and the scent of the fruits hanging high in a way that made her feel calm. Though she did knew the identity of her captor, she recognized that slightly curling white blonde hair anywhere. The boy she had spoken to years ago, Sebastian's son. "Your name is Ash, right?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth as his green eyes took her in, took in the fact she was awake. He cocked his head, studying her further as he crouched down next to her. "Yes, and your name is Drusilla, correct?" Dru blinked. "You know my name?" Ash nodded, "Your brother left a drawing of you behind in Thule. I happen to have come across it and I recognized you." He stood up and reached beneath the matras of feathers that had been made for him, and withdrew the drawing just when he heard the door downstairs open. He pressed the paper quickly in Dru's hands and told her to be quiet. Then, Ash went downstairs to find a distressed Janus.

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An exhilerated, loathsome little snicker came from Gutcrusher's lips, the bot grinning, all too excited and nodding along to Tarn's words.

"Heh.... that's right. You hear that boys?" He whirled around, calling out to the two other bots nearby. "We're about to become BIG. Well.... I am." He chuckled. "You two. Go get the traitor." He waved them off, the two bots scurrying away, all too happy to get away from such terrifying mechs.

Gutcrusher followed along slowly, swagger to his step now. He turned to watch Tarn, visibly battling with his own urges, curiosity getting the better of him.

"So... what do you think my reward will be, commander? A new ship? Shanix? Heh... I can see why you never caught Overlord... he was a whole lot of trouble to pin down." He wasn't. Gutcrucher was lying through his teeth, just trying to win Tarn over with pretty words. They'd been fortunate enough to catch the mech when he was already compromised.

The two others had run ahead, eager to be done with this job and on their merry way, away from these slagging psychopaths.

"Frag... you're in for a really nasty time, big guy. Not that ya don't deserve it."

They went to work prying the heavy metal bars free from the wall, drills whirring to remove the bolts and one by one toss the pieces of metal to the ground. It was clear that this group had taken no chances taken when it came to a mech this dangerous.

Excellent. He didn't need the entire galaxy knowing that he had failed to capture Overlord on his own. This mech was already grating on his nerves, Tarn wasn't the biggest fan of kiss afts. Especially when it wasn't genuine.

He'd caught the glint of fear in the mech's optics before he tried to steel himself. He was all too familiar with it. He could hear how his spark pulsed with it, thanks to his upgrades.

"Wonderful, Let the Decepticons learn of it when you receive your reward. They'll know to fear a new mech, one who bested the likes of Overlord." He said, forcing a smile into his voice. He tilted his helm a little, considering his offer. "Yes, actually. Helex and Tesarus are more than capable, but they'll have their work cut out for them once we get started with Overlord. Better to save their strength." He said, glancing to his two subordinates and sending them a private comms, along with Kaon and Vos.

::How about a little warm up exercise before we start with this traitor? I want the four of you to decimate this transport, leave no spark still burning. I'll handle the three who will bring him on board.::

"Come, Gutcrusher, bring the traitor and I'll show you to the cell we've prepared for him."