#and meg just said nope

[money-and-dandellions]

Lester didn't understand that Meg launched herself onto the Tarquin in order to save him (because this is Meg why would she— he doesn't really deserve it does he he is such a terrible friend and he is fine with himself dying) until he was told about it by Meg.

Meg who feels guilty that Lester is dying and she doesn't want to lose someone else who is important dear to her.

oh yeah and they hugged

and Meg cried

and Lester tried to reassure her that he is going to live despite not knowing if he will .

[no1ryomafan]

Every fucking time I think my stupid ass hyper fixation for SPECIFICALLY getter robo Armageddon is gone it reignited at 2 fucking am when I’m supposed to be asleep and I dm my moot who has a different timezone then me about it cause he started watching and I’m telling him all the stupid shit I know and ohhhhh my god it never fucking ENDS

[revelboo]

I like how most bots have a meet ugly and a bad time with autobots, but then you look at the side and realize just how bad things can actually be. the decepticons’s human have a bad time. how vortex, Tarn, Sunstorm, and most of the decepticons huma have a horror and just a general very bad time with their mech.

Yeeeeah. These guys are the equivalent of the person who impulsively buys fish from a pet store. Have no idea what they’re doing, aren’t motivated enough to do any homework, just go home, fill the tank, dump the fish and chemicals straight in and are surprised when it immediately dies. The bots at least make an effort, but most of them also know absolutely nothing about humans

Everything Is Alright Scenario- Memories

Shockwave

• Cannon bumping against the Medbay table before coming down gently across your lap to try and pin you down so he can scan you, he shudders. And you huff at him, glowering and shoving at his cannon like you think you can actually make him move. “You understand that you can just politely ask me to not move?” You demand, resting your elbow against his cannon and your cheek on a fist. Staring up at him. Hates touching you, the feel of your soft skin and of little hands on him spark through him with memories he can’t quite get a hold of. Memories that still manage to hurt, all sharp, ragged edges.

• Big and creepy stares at you, antenna going back before grabbing the scanner to run over you. Keeping you pinned for sheer spite. And now he’s ignoring you, leaning to make a notation on his datapad to send anxiety skittering through you. Wish Soundwave or Star were with you. Even Megs, because being alone with Shockwave for checkups? You’re way outside your comfort zone. “Is the spark okay?” Your voice is soft, uncertain, but you have to know. And he doesn’t speak to you unless he has to.

• “Size is abnormally small and far behind normal developmental targets,” he says, attention on his datapad and he stiffens when you grab at his cannon. Looking down, your eyes are wide and he rocks uncomfortably. “But the spark is a hybrid and can’t be expected to develop as a purely Cybertronian spark would,” he adds because you look like you’re about to start leaking. Something you seem to do with disturbing regularity and he wants nothing to do with it. It bothers him when you do that as illogical as it is.

• Feeling dumb, you don’t really know what that means. Is there a problem or not? Or is it just that he doesn’t know because this is a first? Are you looking for problems where there are none? “So we’re okay?” And he’s just staring at you, antenna flicking slightly and that unsettling, single optic’s glow narrows to a pinprick. Dialing up his creepiness. Not answering you and slowly rocking again. Nope. He’s bypassed uncomfortable straight to frightening. “Um, Shockwave?” Why had Soundwave left you alone with him?

• Stop looking at him like that. So hopeful and uncertain. ‘We’re okay, right?’ The words drift up from the depths of his processor. A broken fragment of memory that slowly tears him apart. Who’d said that? Little hands on his servos and an uncertain smile. Had that happened or is it just a corrupted memory? Past and present mingling until he can’t tell. Shoving away from the Medbay table, he retreats, looking away from you. Unable to stand looking at you. You’re not the one who said those words to him. Is that memory even his? It feels like grief as his spark constricts, but he doesn’t experience grief or sadness. Why doesn’t he? No matter how many times he follows these spiraling thoughts, he gets no closer. No matter how many experiments he’s done on himself to try and figure out the phantom memories he’s not even sure are his, he has no answers..

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Concept: In The Burning Maze, I think it would have been cool if one of the crossword puzzles in the labyrinth had been a mathematical equation.

Specifically, a mathematical equation on mathematical logic, such as negations.

Why? Because Apollo is the god of mathematics and I think it would be funny if Grover and Meg were standing there, staring with horror at:

~(~(p^q))

"What is this nonsense?" Asks Meg, a literal sixth grader who has never before encountered college-level math.

"I...I don't know!" Responds Grover, anxiously wringing his hands. He also has never come across something like this before. "I never went to high school!"

"Is it code for something?"

"The little carrot there looks kinda like a Greek Delta- is Daedalus related somehow?"

"A carrot-what?"

"The carrot!" Grover points at the symbol between the 'p' and 'q'. "It looks like the Delta symbol!"

"Oooh. Okay."

The sentence below the odd thing reads;

Solve my riddle,

Or play second fiddle,

You can find me in education,

For I am the ________!

"...What does that mean?" Grover whimpers.

Meg looks stumped.

"...negation," Apollo's staring at the strange equation. "'Solve my riddle, or play second fiddle. You can find me in education, for I am the negation!'. That's the missing word in the rhyme."

They stare at him. "How do you know that?" Grover bewilderedly asks. "It makes no sense!"

"Math logic," Apollo simply says. "This particular one is...about first, second-year level in college, I'd say."

Grover closes his eyes, muttering; "No wonder I couldn't solve it." as Meg stares first at the equation, then at Apollo.

"What even is a negation?"

"That," Apollo points to the squiggly lines. "It cancels the truth values out, giving you the opposite of what's inside the parathesis."

"...What?"

Apollo huffs. "The 'p' and 'q' both represent something, like two parts of a sentence. The carrot can be upside-down or right-side-up, representing 'or' or 'and' in that sentence."

"Which way is up when?" Grover looked to be on the verge of tears as the realization math did not, in fact, end with numbers or numbers and letters.

"Uh..." Apollo made a 'V' with his hands. "If it's like this, it's 'or'. If it's like this," he made a tiny pyramid with his hands. "It's 'and'. Imagine a line through the center, like an 'A'. That's 'and'."

Grover rubbed at his eyes. "Too much," he whimpered. "Too much."

Apollo gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "In this case," he said. "It's saying 'and'. The negation, well, negates their values, so it becomes-" he pats his pants and looks in his pockets. "Anyone have a pen and paper...?"

Blank looks met his. "Okay, then...then just imagine a squiggly line in front of the 'p' and 'q'. That's what the first negation does. Then the second one negates that negation, taking the squiggly lines away."

Breathing in, he finished with; "So our mathematical answer would be, 'p and q', written with the carrot right-side-up- like the 'A'."

The tunnel was silent.

Then it was broken. "How do you know all that?" Meg demanded, looking extremely confused. "That makes no sense. I thought there were numbers."

"There are," Apollo patiently explained. "But this is a logic problem, and they don't do numbers."

"Never before have I been grateful to not to have to go to college," Grover rubbed at his temples. "Algebra was bad enough. Now this?"

"Hey!" Apollo looked slightly offended. "It's all quite fun, really, when you figure it out! Besides, we didn't even have to solve it!"

"Then why did you?" Meg asked.

Apollo stared at her. "Because you asked me too-!"

"Nope." She blew a raspberry. "None of us did."

He closed his eyes, as if praying for mercy.

"Anyway," Apollo gave both of them the stink-eye. "Math and music were quite intertwined back in the day, so the Muses and I are quite adept at it- Thalia's the geometry queen, and whatever you do, do not say 'Bet you can't solve this in a minute' to Urania. She will make you look stupid."

"Bet that's not hard."

"Oh, shut up."

insert cackle from Meg

"ANYWAY," Apollo gives her the stink-eye. "Ancient Greece was a breeding ground for mathematical minds- Pythagoras, for one, who was my son to boot! Even Hestia enjoys looking over Hephaestus's construction equations in her spare time."

The other two stared at him, as if shocked the gods would find math, of all things, fun.

Apollo awkwardly glanced away from them. He didn't know what their reactions would be if he told them of the many contributions he has made to the world of mathematics. For some reason, silly mortals didn't seem to appreciate the hard work put into them!

Sighing, he said; "Uh, Labyrinth, the answer is 'negation'. We got side-tracked there for a bit."

One hallway in front of them glowed with the answer. Without another word, they quickly speed-walked down the passage-way.

[worldlxvlys]

birthday

dealer! chris x reader

warnings: cursing, it’s kinda short

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @fuckhim-fuckher-fuckyou

“chris! where are you taking me?” i asked, laughing.

his long fingers covered my eyes, leaving me to see nothing but darkness.

“you’ll see, baby” he spoke as his free hand found the small of my back, helping to guide me through my home.

when i first woke up this morning, chris seemed hellbent on getting me out of the house.

he asked me to pick up very specific items from the store, giving me a long list of things to shop for.

i tried not to take it personal, but it was hard not to when it felt like he was trying to get rid of me.

as soon as i got back, he had rushed to help me out of the car, covering my eyes eagerly.

once i realized that he had a surprise planned, i instantly perked up.

he took the bags from my hands, placing them down in the kitchen, before continuing to walk me through the house.

when we got to my bedroom, he removed his hands.

my eyes widened in surprise as i took everything in.

“chris, what the fuck? how did you do this? when did you get the balloons? how did you hide them? what-?” i asked in shock.

“don’t worry about that, ma. happy birthday” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“chris, you really didn’t have to do this” i spoke as i felt tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes.

“i know, but i wanted to. you deserve it” he spoke into my neck.

i turned around to face him, holding his cheek in my hand.

“thank you” i whispered before placing my lips to his.

his hands ran up and down my waist as my lips moved against his slowly. his soft lips slid against mine perfectly, making me smile into the kiss.

after a little while, i pulled away for air. his lips chased after mine immediately, leaving a light peck to them.

i let out a sigh of content, and walked over to the bed, grabbing the box of chocolates.

“want one?” i asked as i opened them.

he nodded his head with a grin, making me laugh at his eagerness.

i unwrapped the gold foil before placing the chocolate in his mouth, then doing the same for myself.

“does this mean i bought all of that food for nothing?” i asked, remembering the groceries that we left in the kitchen.

“nope, we’re gonna bake stuff” he said. “i was gonna make you a bunch of stuff, but i’m terrible at it. so, i figured we could do it together”

“you’re too sweet, chris. i love you”

“i love you too ma. and i love seeing you happy” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“damn, i’ve turned you into a huge softie” i said, thinking about how different things were when i first started buying from him.

“yeah, just don’t tell anyone. you’re the only person who gets to see it”

“that’s fine by me” i said as i cuddled into his side.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

DWB! CHRIS MASTERLIST.

MAIN MASTERLIST #1.

MAIN MASTERLIST #2.

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[thatfanficstuff]

Breakeven - Jonas Taylor (The Meg)

Pairing: Jonas Taylor x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script. I was having trouble finding a Jonas Taylor fic that fit what I was looking for so I wrote one. The story of my life. Enjoy.

Jonas Taylor’s gaze swept around the flurry of activity surrounding him. He’d just left the infirmary after making certain his sister would recover from the injury she’d received when her sub had been attacked. He needed a shower and a change of clothes but he was too busy searching the halls of Mana One for your familiar silhouette. He hadn’t seen you since the two of you divorced and now that he was so close to you, he felt the need to find you. To assure himself that you were still whole and alive.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of you as you conferred with Suyin, both your heads bent over a tablet as she showed you something. He sucked in a breath as his chest tightened, an odd mix of longing and bitterness churning inside him. He shoved down the rush of emotions threatening to surface, schooling his features into his normal flat expression. He had to appear unaffected. He couldn’t let you know how affected he was by your presence, how the pain clawed at his insides.

“I thought you were going to clean up,” Mac’s voice interrupted. His friend followed his line of sight to see you. “Oh.” He dropped a hand on Jonas’ shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

Jonas shrugged him off and gave him a tight smile. “Got sidetracked is all.”

“I see that,” Mac agreed as he put his hands in his pockets and followed Jonas as he walked away from you. They walked in silence for a bit, steps echoing in the quiet hall.

Jonas licked his lips. “Seems like she’s doing okay after everything.” Bitterness colored his words though he’d tried to hide it. He hated that he was torn in pieces, aimless without you and you didn’t seem bothered in the least. It was bullshit.

Mac studied him for a moment. “She’s keeping her head up.” He grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a room. “Let’s have a drink. You look like you could use one.”

Jonas nodded and took a seat in what was clearly Mac’s private room. He sipped at his drink as he watched Mac contemplate something. Jonas knew the look well and waited for his friend to come to a decision.

“You’ve got it all wrong you know,” Mac finally said with a furrowed brow.

“What have I got wrong?”

“It killed her to file those papers.”

Jonas snorted. “I find that unlikely. No, she thought I was crazy just like everyone else and left rather than stand by me like she should have.”

Mac shook his head. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, but I’m tired of holding her while she cries over you. I love her like a sister, but she needs you.”

“Then why the hell did she leave?” Jonas tried and failed to mask the desperation in his words.

“Because,” Mac hesitated, swirling his drink as if searching for courage in its depths. “Because the old bastard gave her an ultimatum.” Jonas knew instantly he must be talking about your father. None of you liked him but he was too wealthy and powerful to just write off. Mac sighed, regret contorting his features. “He threatened dire consequences, Jonas. Said you’d suffer if she didn’t cut ties.”

A heavy weight settled in his stomach. If your father wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him for threatening you. For making you too scared to come to him. “Threatened? What did he do, Mac?” His grip tightened on his glass, knuckles whitening.

“He didn’t want your presence staining his good name as he put it. Said he’d use all of his resources to make sure you were broke and homeless with no where to turn. He told her there wasn’t a corner of the Earth where you would be safe from him. Then he told her if she tried to run with you, he’d make certain she’d never see you alive again.” Mac’s voice was little more than a whisper by the end, heavy with the burden of the knowledge he’d been carrying.

A cold shock washed over Jonas, followed by a surge of anger that left him breathless. Your father hadn’t threatened you. He’d threatened Jonas. You’d shattered your entire world to protect him. His breath came heavy and he placed his glass on the table in front of him, afraid he’d drop it otherwise. He ran a hand over his head. “Damn it.” How hadn’t he seen this? Why hadn’t he demanded more answers from you? Why had he just assumed you were abandoning him like everyone else? “I can’t believe she never—”

“Hey,” Mac interrupted gently, placing a hand on Jonas’s back. “You didn’t know because she didn’t want you to. She walked away to keep you safe.”

“Safe,” Jonas echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. The truth of your motivations stripped him of his resentment, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its wake.

“Jonas,” Mac’s voice softened, “she loved you enough to let you go but she was far from okay with it. It tore her up. Still does.”

He clenched his jaw as he processed everything he’d just been told. If you loved him that much, maybe there was still hope for the two of you.

You’d taken to hiding in your room since Jonas arrived, leaving only when you were made to. You hadn’t even been to see Lori in the infirmary afraid you’d run into him there. Mac had been trying to get you to tell Jonas the truth since your father died, but you just couldn’t. He’d hate you for breaking his heart, regardless of the circumstances. It was better to just let him move on without you. For him to find his happiness even if you never did.

A knock at your door reverberated through the room. You opened it without checking who was on the other side. An action you regrated instantly when you found yourself face to face with the love of your life. “Jonas,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.

He greeted you in return before pushing gently past you and stepping into the room. You shut the door behind him, your hand trembling against the cold steel. “I didn’t expect—”

“Neither did I,” he said cutting you off. “Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?”

The words hung between you as your eyes searched his, wondering why he suddenly wanted to have this conversation when he’d never asked at the time. “Jonas, I…” you trailed off not certain what you could say to get him to possibly forgive you.

“Please,” he pleaded as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I heard things about your father, about threats. I need to hear it from you. The truth.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your gaze faltered, drifting away before finding its way back to him. “I…you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” he said, stepping closer.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your heart raced, pounding against your ribs. “My father threatened everything. I never wanted to leave you but if I stayed, if I fought for you…He might have been bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you ask for my help?”

A laugh escaped you then, a cold, bitter sound of disbelief. “How could I, Jonas? Threats from my father aside, you’d been pushing me away since the day everything went to shit. I tried to help you, tried to back you and you didn’t want it. When my father gave me the ultimatum, I figured it wouldn’t matter much to you anyway. It didn’t matter if I was broken, as long as you were okay.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as hot tears trailed down your cheeks. Strong hands gripped yours and you sucked in a breath in surprise. “Listen to me,” Jonas ordered. “I always knew you deserved better than me and I didn’t want to drag you down with me, but nothing, absolutely nothing would ever make me quit loving you.”

When you said nothing he squeezed your hands. “Say you believe me,” he whispered. “Believe that in a million moments, in a million lifetimes, I would always choose you.”

Your eyes found his, wanting to believe his words. Gods you wanted to. And as he gazed at you full of hope and love and desperation, you found that you did. Could the two of you really have another chance? With your father and his threats gone from your lives, what was stopping you?

Jonas leaned forward suddenly and you barely had time to catch your breath before his lips met yours in a kiss that was both an apology and a plea. His hands moved to cup your face tenderly as if you could vanish in an instant.

Pulling back just enough to meet your stunned gaze, Jonas ran his eyes over your face as if memorizing your features. Whatever he found must have made him happy as a wide grin curled his lips. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Be mine again. Forever this time.”

The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. Fresh tears trailed the paths of the previous ones but this time they were happy, full of love and hope. You brushed your lips against his as you whispered his name.

He kissed you again, needy and wanting, before resting his forehead against yours. “Is that a yes?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, baby, that’s a yes.”

His hands trembled slightly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into the curve of your neck and inhaled your still familiar scent. For the first time since you walked out the door all those years ago, he felt whole.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. As long as you never leave my side again everything will be fine.” As he pressed a kiss to your temple, there was a knock on your door.

“Go away,” he called, making you laugh.

There was a stretch of silence before you heard Mac say your name in question which only made you laugh harder. You pulled away to answer your door, Jonas moving with you. Mac looked between the two of you, before grinning like an idiot. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, like you have no idea how sorry, but we’ve got a meeting to talk about the meg.”

You nodded and moved to follow him before Jonas grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “We’ll be there in a minute,” his rough voice said as he shut the door in Mac’s face.

When he turned you and pressed you against the door as he kissed you deeply, all your protests disappeared. This is where you belonged. Right here with your husband as if the last five years had never happened. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back and wondered if they really needed you to tell them to kill the giant shark before it ate everyone. Surely they could figure that out on their own.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi!! ❤️🇻🇳 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) love from Vietnam for u writing~

*Mention: A lil kill and violence here ಠ_ಠ*

So, I was cooking, and then...my mind come an ideal for Shattered Glass Au ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What happen when Megatron Daughter meet SG!Megatron!!

I images that, SG and Origin world got a portal connect two world together.

What reaction when Buddy first see SG!Megs? I think she gonna be scared and hid in her room.

What reaction when she saw SG!Megatron is a great patient, loving dad toward her just like OP?

Will she get close to him and call him "Dad"?

(I think SG!Megs gonna teary when he hear her call him that 🥹, I'm not cry...)

Because SG!OP very violence, to make SG!Megatron fight him in Cybertron.

OP decide to kidnap and kill small sparkling Buddy infront of SG!Megatron.

SG! Megatron: I'm happy...cause you still alive in this world, lil one...

(I'm not crying 🥲...nope...)

And what punishment will happen to Megatron when SG!Megatron hear he, himself in this world abused Lil Buddy while he supposed to cherish and protect her, not be her nightmare 🥲

SG!Megs: I'm sorwy...

Buddy: Not your faul...dad...

SG!Megs: *Tear split out of his eye* I'M NOT DERSERVE YOU!!! WOAHHHHH!!!

Oh!

Oh...

Oh...

Prepare any tissues at hand, they will be used.

This is my interpretation of SG! TFP, it may change in other works if the plot needs it.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting SG! Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hurt and Comfort, mentions of violence and death, nothing graphic though, Cybertronian reader

TFP

It was a normal day on base.

Buddy was watching a movie with the kids on the projector.

Bee and Smokescreen had just gotten back from patrol.

Arcee was talking with Optimus and Ratchet about something.

The Wreckers had managed to get Magnus to throw a lob after days of pestering.

Truly a lovely day.

Until the portal spawned in the center of the base.

“Oh, not this again!”--Buddy

Buddy shields the kids with her frame.

“What do you mean again!”--Miko

“Trust me this has happened more times than I would like to have! The travel is awful and the lands are worse!”--Buddy

“And that’s story to tell for another time!”--Ratchet

“How do we stop it?!”--Wheeljack

“You don’t! You either get sucked in or something—”--Buddy

BANG!

The light disappears.

“—something comes out.”--Buddy

There in the middle of the bases floor were three mechs sprawled out, groaning from their rough landing.

Three very familiar looking mechs…

Oh no…

The kids could feel Buddy shake at the sight of the newcomers.

The three mechs stood up and scanned their surroundings.

There was no doubt that they were Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave.

They had different paintjobs with similar frame structure, but that wasn’t what Buddy was focusing on.

She was focusing on the blue optics staring at her.

The blue optics she once looked into when she was a sparkling.

The blue optics of Megatron.

Buddy and SG! Megatron staring at each other.

Optimus and Ratchet immediately get in front of her.

Starscream and Soundwave stand up slightly in front of their leader who was just starting to stand.

Tense silence.

Megatron holds eye contact with Prime.

“We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“And how do we know this isn’t a trick Megatron?”--Ratchet

Megatron looks at Starscream and Soundwave.

All three drop their weapons, surprising the Autobots.

“Megatron?”--Optimus

“As I said before. We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“You are not our Megatron, am I correct?”--Optimus

Megatron nods.

“We come from an alternative universe. You seem to know my name as Megatron. This is my loyal Second in Command, Starscream.”--Megatron

“Two words I never thought I’d hear in a sentence.”--Smokescreen

“And my third in Command Soundwave.”--Megatron

“Hi!”--Soundwave

Almost everyone visibly jumps back.

“Did—did he just speak?”--Wheeljack

“Yeah? I talk all the time!”--Soundwave

“Sometimes more than usual Soundwave.”--Starscream

“Yeah. Sorry about that one time Screamy.”--Soundwave

Starscream shakes his helm fondly as Soundwave scratches the back of his neckcables.

“We come from a world that is near opposite to yours.”--Megatron

“How do you know that?”--Ratchet

“Our chief scientist, Shockwave was experimenting on the latest relic we managed to acquire from the Autobots. There was no telling what they were going to do with such a relic. Shockwave had enough time to tell us some of the basics before the blast came through.”--Starscream

Optimus nods at the new information.

“How are you guys getting back home?”--Smokescreen

“Shockwave was making a failsafe in case something like this happened. In theory we should be back in a couple of hours. But seeing as he was halfway done with it when the flash came in… a week at most.”--Soundwave

Megatron turns to Prime.

“Will you allow my mechs and I a place of refuge until then?”--Megatron

Prime thinks before agreeing.

Optimus in turn begins to introduce himself and the rest of the team.

He named Buddy last.

This certainly had gotten a reaction from the three Cons.

“This is Buddy, our archivist and technical support of the team.”--Optimus

All three mechs stare a bit at Buddy.

Soundwave kneels down and gently pats Buddy’s helm.

“It’s--it’s good to see ya kid.”--Soundwave

He stands back up, making room for Starscream to kneel.

He offers her his servo to shake.

Buddy shakes it hesitantly.

Starscream just smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you Buddy.”--Starscream

Buddy took the first step towards this Megatron.

It wasn’t the fact that he took a step backwards that surprised her the most.

It is his optics.

Fear.

Sorrow.

Regret.

Hope.

What happened to him?

Buddy slowly approached the giant and held out her servo.

Slowly he grabbed her servo.

It was shaky.

Nothing like the strong death grips she had grown accustomed to.

After the exchange it was settled that the three Decepticon’s would stay until their Shockwave got them home.

It was extremely tense around the base.

Starscream, strangely, got along well with some of the bots. This just surprised them when they found this Starscream to be way more tolerable than the one they knew.

For one, he wasn’t trying to kill Megatron ever second.

Starscream was surprised to hear his counter part wanting to do that to his leader.

He would never try and do that to his Megatron!

He was also caring to others, which was another shock to the team.

Bumblebee trips on a stray cube, slightly skinning his knee.

“Oh! Here let me.”--Starscream

Starscream pulls out a mini mesh kit to fix the joint.

Confused Bee noises intensifies.

Soundwave got along best with the kids and younger Bots.

It was only natural.

There almost wasn’t a second where he wasn’t making some sort of noise, whether it be music or talking, much to Ratchet’s dismay.

It was rare to hear him go silent.

He has mixed feelings about his counterpart’s silent but deadly behavior.

Mainly because he can’t stand so much stillness, ironic being the master spy he was.

Soundwave and Miko jamming out to some rock ballads.

Ratchet looking with horror from afar.

“Oh Primus… there’s two of them now…”—Ratchet

Megatron stays mostly by Prime’s side as the two would have nice talks.

He was the slowest to be integrated into the group.

He did ask about his counterpart, but he noticed that no bot would outright talk about his alternative whenever Buddy was in the room.

There were always side glances towards Buddy’s direction.

Worried glances.

One thing each of the Decepticons noticed fast was that Buddy was never left alone with any of them.

Usually, she was accompanied by a bot or two.

But whenever Megatron came, it almost doubled in numbers.

Soundwave was the one who brought it up one day as he plopped down next to her.

“So, Buddy… how’s your Megatron doing? I mean why haven’t we seen him with you?”--Soundwave

“We aren’t exactly… on talking terms Soundwave.”--Buddy

“How come?”--Soundwave

Buddy looks over at Soundwave and the other Con’s nearby.

“I think you might want to sit down for this.”--Buddy

They quickly sat down by Buddy, as some of the other bots sat down close by.

She knew why, but she continues.

She took a vent in before telling them her story from the beginning.

From the moment Megatronus found her.

From the times she remembered being in Orion Pax’s care.

From the times she was snuck into the gladiator quarters.

From when she met Soundwave and the minicons.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time seeing Orion and Ratchet.

From when the war started.

From when the training had begun.

From when Megatron left, leaving her to control the army.

From Megatron’s return with the Dark energon.

From Megatron’s worsening training and ideals.

From Megatron’s second death and her having to take care of the army once more.

From Starscream’s ideals and the pushing.

From Megatron’s return.

From The Slash.

From the worse training to date.

From Soundwave snapping.

From Soundwave giving Buddy away to Prime.

The Decepticons had gone silent.

Soundwave was the first to reach out for a hug.

It felt familiar, yet different.

Starscream was the next.

Who knew Starscream could give out good hugs?

Then Megatron…

After a pause he asks if it was okay to hug her.

Buddy had leaped into his open arms before he could finish the sentence.

She buried her faceplate into his neck cables hugging tightly.

Megatron hugged tight too but minded his strength and size.

He gently stroked her back.

“I’m… I am so sorry Buddy.”--Megatron

Buddy lightly hiccupping in Megatron’s neck cables.

“I am so sorry little one.”--Megatron

Buddy finally faces Megatron.

“It—It wasn’t your fault. You had—had nothing to do with my Megatron’s actions.”--Buddy

“…”--Megatron

“…Something happened to my alternative, didn’t it?”--Buddy

“…Yes…”--Megatron

That was when he told her about his Buddy.

From when he found her in the alley.

From raising her with his friend Orion Pax.

From meeting Starscream and Soundwave.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time she would see her uncle Orion storm out of the chamber.

From the time Nemesis Prime had arisen.

From the time she had been a shining beacon of hope amongst the soldiers.

From the time she disappeared.

From the time Soundwave and him found Prime holding her by her neckcables, struggling out of his grip.

From the pleas.

From the last ‘love you’.

From the blast of the cannon.

From holding his daughter’s offlined corpse in his servos.

From moving to Earth.

From the continuation of the war.

Buddy only hugged him tighter.

He needed it.

They both needed this more than anything.

It was at that moment the light came through.

It was time for them to leave.

The Cons saying their good-byes to everyone.

“If you ever end up in our universe, wouldn’t recommend it, feel free to ask for any of us! Maybe we can show you the base!”--Soundwave

“I’ll keep that in mind.”--Smokescreen

“Thank you again for your hospitality.”--Starscream

“You’re welcome Starscream.”--Optimus

The Cons turn to Buddy, each giving their own long hugs.

Megatron and Buddy give the longest hugs.

“Stay strong little one.”--Megatron

“Same to you, big guy.”--Buddy

Megatron and Buddy give each other one last look before the three walk to the light and vanish just as fast as it came.

They both knew that the alternative couldn’t replace the other, they lost to time. But it still felt good knowing that somewhere in the universe, one was alive and well.

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you know I was thinking but idk why Hercules and Megara is what I imagined King Vegeta and Queen Eschalot were like together.

it's super random, but it made sense yknow? a sassy girlboss and an inexperienced strong guy... mm my favourite. this could also be Vegeta and Bulma.

I know Toriyama once said Saiyans only get together for bearing children, and it's only rare for them to be together due to a loving bond, but it just so sweet to think like this. this is what limited material of your fav character does to you lmao.

Dynamite wise, hell yess! Personality wise, nope.

Eschalot is sassy but not a loud sassy like Meg is if that makes sense. She’s definitely the quiet type, usually only speaks when spoken to, and has an excellent poker face, but when she has an opinion, she will say it in the most cold nonchalant tone you will ever hear. To the point people question if she’s genuinely serious or if she’s being sarcastic.

One thing however is that, if Eschalot steps in to say something, King Vegeta KNOWS he fucked up. She’s the only Saiyan on Planet Vegeta who can tell the King to “be silent” and he will.

Their dynamic is mainly ruthless egotistical king just blowing up planets left and right while laughing maniacally x aloof queen calmly sipping her tea, not at all phased by the massacre she’s witnessing (an average Tuesday for her lol)

Also could you please point me to the source where Toriyama said that about Saiyans? I see so many people talk about that but from what I’ve gathered and from what other people have told me, it’s just a fan theory/headcanon. Much appreciated! :)

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ToA: Hidden Oracle Opinion (3/4)

I just finished the book so I'm going to make the last two post about it.

I left Apollo yesterday fighting off giants ants only to find out how he basically got adopted by the queen. That was extremely strange. I liked how,even with everything that it's happening,he still think sometimes of Artemis and Leto. That's sweet,and I actually hope they will make an appearance even if little. But as someone that hate insects,I found it horrifying. The fact that Apollo himself decided to call the queen mom???? And she was happy about it? Leto come and get your son before he start to get worse!

I admit that I didn't saw Meg's plot twist coming. It's been a while we actually had something like that,I think the last one was in BotL when Percy opened the coffin. Chills,literally. I was also completely wrong about her backstory,but at least now I know why she has roman weapons. And,I know it might be a bit cruel,but I loved how manipulate Nero is with her. He gaslighted her so much that she think he actually care for her,when he was so ready to kill her off with Apollo after she disobeyed him.

I'll probably talk more about this because when manipulators are involved is usually extremely interesting and the situation is so twisted that it hurt so much,and I love to analyze the deep of it.

Apollo being so protective of Austin,Kayla and Meg,even with the fact she betrayed him,was extremely sweet too. Meg will pull a Silena (right now she is more of a Luke) eventually and come back to him,but untill then Apollo is on his own. And the way he felt about the whole situation? The fact that he couldn't let Meg go because she is his master,but at the same he become attached to her? Perfect. (Also,the dude got a lot of abandonment issues and lack of affection,he needs a therapist).

The scene when the dryads died to end the fire is horrifying and it was extremely good too. Apollo was feeling so much guilt and it didn't help him at all,having also Miranda acknowledge what happens (even tho she was still knocked out) put emphasis on how much their sacrifice really meant since a daughter of Demeter could feel them. Trully emotional.

I also wasn't expecting a giant robot to attack the Camp after Apollo got Dodona under control,but of course demigods can't live in peace more than a couple of weeks. The fact that Nico barely did a jump of not even 10 meters of distance and fainted will always piss me off. He got an ancient statue back while said statue was draining his powers,and he had 2 other people with him,and was actively dying but can't do a simple jump to get a chariot without fainting??? Nope,I won't stand for that.

Percy coming in clutch and helping Apollo also wasn't something I appreciated since he needs to start doing things himself. Percy in the end didn't do much (otherwise I was going to have a bad crash out) but I don't like how Riordan make him always came to save/help the situation. Fortunately he isn't going to show much since he stepped down for this. Still,I would have appreciated more if he got there after the fight ended.

And that scene with Mrs. O'Leary on the head of the robot....it wasn't really effective- Percy made a fool of himself,but it wasn't his fault. Idk what Riordan was trying to do here but it wasn't funny.

The fact that the Arrow can talk is another reference to MC I presume,since I know that Magnus's sword can talk and apparently also fly and fight alone. But I loved how Kayla and Austin couldn't hear it so they thought Apollo was insane. That was funny. Poor children,they are having a field week because of their dad and they will probably continue to be worried about him until he come back after finding the other oracles.

I spoilered myself part of the Leo coming back scene,but even with that,it was hilarious. The way Nico got the whole camp in a line to punch him,because he was beefing with him without Leo being aware of it,is something else. The guy is dedicated,you can give it that. And when Calypso mentioned Albania he just went through the 5 stages of mourning. He wasn't having any of it.

Leo scene with Harley was pretty sweet and having Nyssa too was really a demonstration of how far he has come,since at the start of HoO I remember that they weren't pretty welcoming with him. I'm so happy he is loved by his siblings and everyone else,even with his non-existent self-esteem. His copying mechanisms need to be revisited tho....

Calypso putting aside her grudge with Percy was a scene awkward at the start but at least they can finally let everything go in the past. She probably didn't even know that her curse actually effected Annabeth since she couldn't know they would fell in Tartarus. And the fact that she also put aside her hate for Apollo,in a situation where both of them are mortals that can die pretty easily and without powers? That's a good thing too,since now they can sympathize with each other and know each other better. But you can't stop hating a person in just a moment,so I'm hoping to actually have some communication issues between them while they try to figure out each other. Otherwise is fake as fuck.

Having Calypso and Leo as his "quest-mates" right now was not something I was expecting,since I thought he was going to go with someone else (read:Jason,Will and Nico) but that will probably happen later on. Can't wait to see the new characters dynamics with them since they are a strange mix,and with their past too....it won't be so easy.

I also liked how Apollo felt sad about leaving camp,and how guilty he felt thinking about how his children gave him a home/made him feel welcome,while he couldn't even do the bare minimum for them. And his interior monologue when he was trying to hit the robot was actually a good wake up call for him. He is starting to understand he needs to do better,but at the same time he was a self-esteem under the shoes. He isn't different from a TLT Percy and I quite like that.

Python is going to be like Gaia here,while the emperors are the Giants and the Oracles a very important quest to complete. Riordan put a lot of things to work here,and I hope that he will be able to do everything right,without rushing anything (looking at you Gaia-) and make Apollo complete all the stages. It's like a chain reaction: if he doesn't free the oracles he can't defeat the emperors,and if he doesn't defeat the emperors he can't free Delphi from Python. But the final boss already got put in the background since the race in the Labyrinth,so we are going to focus more on the emperors until we got to him. I don't have an high expectations of this,since Gaia got done pretty dirty in her own serie.

Anyway,the book was ok,I enjoyed it and it was more funny than the other books. Riordan lost something during HoO and,he found it again for ToA: the desire to write and create. PJO and ToA have the same feeling for me,they seems pretty similar,while HoO is totally different. It's probably for the narrative choice since they are both in first person PoVs,and only from the main character (one character). Can't wait to see how it will go in the next one.

[keikikait]

ꜱᴜɴ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ (ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ)

this is part four. for part three, click here!

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 950

summary: your relationship with megumi escalates and crescendos

warnings: no smut but is suggestive, use of the pet name 'good girl', a bit of angst, toji mention, not proofread. i couldn't help myself so i made it somewhat angsty. its my specialty.

a note: this is the final part!! THAT BEING SAID, more megumi to come! (literally)

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Even though you lived just next door, you spent all of your time at Megumi’s.

His apartment was a lot bigger and was surprisingly well decorated for a man. The walls were adorned with carefully curated artwork, each piece thoughtfully selected. Some were Akira prints, but he had some traditional Japanese art hanging as well. There was one photo that always caught your attention when you walked inside; a family portrait. Hand painted, it seemed, with baby Megumi and presumably his mother and sister dressed in traditional Japanese robes. There was a man in the photo, well, a man’s body, the head being painted over with black ink. You wondered if it was his father. 

He didn’t speak about him much, and you didn’t ask. You could sense that it was a touchy subject for him.

Megumi’s furniture was quite plain, definitely all Ikea sets in the same cream and beige colourway. He had a few hanging shelves adorned with figurines and manga collections, as well as a bright red Daruma doll. On your one-month anniversary, he coloured in the other eye, confessing to you that the left eye held the wish that he would have you. You found it romantic. At first.

You felt happy, the happiest you’ve been in months. For the first time since you were a child, you saw a man who wasn’t angry. It was as if a radiant sun had risen within your soul, dispelling the shadows of melancholy. You spent your days lounging with Megumi, dancing with the windows open, sharing sun bleached kisses that tasted of summer with your hair in his tight grip. Each kiss was like a brushstroke, as if he was crafting you in his perfect image.

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After work, you found yourself in the comfort of his apartment once again. You stared up at the painting, as you often did, and even though you tried to convince yourself that you were looking at baby Megumi, you were really trying to look under the ink. You reached up, your fingers brushing over the ink, when his apartment door suddenly opens.

You quickly pull your hand back, sitting down on his armchair.

Megumi enters, a grocery bag hanging from his hand, and his eyes immediately land on you in the chair, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. He sets the grocery bag down and steps towards you. “What are you doing?” 

He was always so suspicious. “Waiting for you.” You say, tucking your foot underneath your butt.

The corner of his lip twitches with a smirk. He leans forward, resting his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you in. “Oh really? Because it looked to me like you were touching things you shouldn’t be touching.”

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Not touchin’ anything.”

Megumi scoffs at your response, his smirk still stained on his lips. He hums, leaning in closer to you, his breath warm against your neck. You shiver, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. “Uh huh. You really think I’m that dumb, sweetheart?”

“No, you're not dumb, Megs.” You say softly. 

Megumi takes one of his hands off the chair and slips it into your hair, gripping tightly, his slender, calloused fingers twisted into your strands. “Then why do you try to lie to me, hm? I thought you would know better than that, yeah?”

You found yourself hard-pressed for air and sweating. “I don’t…I don’t--”

“I don’t, I don’t.” His tone of voice makes you wince as he mocks you. Megumi tightens his grip in your hair, pulling it just enough to force a gasp from your throat. “Don’t touch my shit, sweetheart. Okay?”

For a second, you don’t reply, too stunned at his sudden attitude switch.

He yanks your hair again, causing you to squeak in surprise. “When I ask you a question, you respond. Is. That. Understood?”

You nod. “Okay, Megumi. I’m sorry.”

He relaxes his grip, his gaze softening slightly. “Good girl. You’re lucky you’re pretty when you’re desperate, or else I’d have to punish you. I don’t like it when you touch stuff that belongs to me.” Your cheeks flush with memories of you spread out like a flower underneath him as he forbids you from touching your clit. He would rub it for you, of course, lightly pinching it and rolling it between his fingers.

A sly smile slowly spreads across his lips when he sees your cheeks flush. “Ah…that’s why you’re blushing, sweetheart?” He leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you remembering what happened last week?”

You nod.

Megumi lets out a low hum, his smirk growing wider. “That’s what I thought. You’re not a very clever liar, is what I’m discovering. Should we try it again?” He lets go of your hair and uses his thumb to tilt your chin up to face him. “Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t be naughty, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You say softly. 

His eyes rake up and down your body, taking in the sight of you sitting there looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes. It’s driving him crazy. *He* has all this power over you now. “You look so sweet when you obey me. It’s a good look for you, love.”

He lets go before stepping away, starting to unload his groceries. 

You sit on the chair, the foot that you tucked under your butt completely numb. You took a deep breath, your shoulders rolling, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you made the right choice. Maybe you weren’t what Megumi needed.

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more megumi fics to come where he won’t be an ass i promise

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[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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[henrysglock]

I talk my shit, but there are three (3) ways I can see this:

working out at the moment.

1. Someone else, maybe Nell’s character, or maybe Dustin, likens Henry to Mrs. Whatsit and the name sticks. I could see Nell’s character doing this to rationalize Henry’s existence, his abilities, and his situation re: “Camazotz”, the same way the Party calls all the monsters by DnD names to rationalize them.

2. He calls himself Mr. Whatsit in this same vein ^, pulling from someone else’s pop culture knowledge base to try and help one of the characters rationalize who he is, what he can do, and what his role is in this overall conflict (read: identifying himself as someone who wants to help).

2. Mr. Whatsit is given to Henry as a code name à la Griswold Family and Bald Eagle from The Battle Of Starcourt.

I just don’t (given our current information) see Henry organically rolling up like “☝🏻🤓 I’m Mr. Whatsit!” of his own volition without a LOT of extra context.

That is, of course, unless we’re talking about some kind of Mindflayer manifestation—read: Not Henry—which calls itself that to be #relatable/manipulative. Would love to know what the leaker meant by “Vecna (in human form)”.

And I know it’s been said, that Mrs. Whatsit is one of the “good guys” who helps Meg et al escape from Camazotz…but god it really is funny that Henry (?) is so directly tied to a good guy who’s helping people escape a bad/artificial prison world lorded over by a shadowy BBEG. Esp with the other part of the leak that goes “~oughhh he’s baiting Holly in with claims that he can save her friends”. Like brother mayhaps he’s ACTUALLY HELPING. HENCE THE DIRECT REFERENCE TO A GOOD GUY BEING TACKED ONTO HIS NAME. You’d think they’d make references to The Man With Red Eyes for Henry (since TMWRE is the human front for IT/the evil shadowy thing in AWIT the way Vecna is the human front for the MF), but nope! Henry’s got even more good guy stuff. And people stay stuck in “everything Henry does is evil/manipulative/predatory”.

Anwyway…we stay silly :)

[tracklessreason]

So... I just binge read your Hive Prime stuff...

SWEET SOLUS THIS BUG CAN'T CATCH A BREAK! I am curious though, with the bad ending, did Megatron absorb/assimilate the Matrix? It seemed that way, but I wasn't quite sure 😅. I imagine he'd keep that information to himself if it did happen... don't want anymore chaos after all. Plus, why on earth would he let anyone in on that after Hive? Nope, these are his buddies/helm-aches and they're his to snark thank you very much XD

Also, the Matrix sensing a chaotic sparkling doing gremlin shenanigans in a random cave and going "This is just what my Prime needs, off we go!" is freakin' hilarious XD

Anyhoo, that's my ramble for you!

-🦎

(Hii! Man I love sparking interest in people, it's so fun to know your work makes the happy chemical do its thing!)

-This is LONG long, so everything under the cut!-

Yes! After thousands of years, Megatron manages to reassemble the Matrix, and that task, along with his assistance in ending the war, has made him worthy of being the next prime.

He has absolutely no intention of telling anyone. In fact, the first couple of weeks is spent entirely by himself, hashing out some of that baggage he, Optimus, and Hive have; now that the Matrix is reassembled, not only is Optimus back, but Hive has his original voice, although it's a tad deeper than when Megatron took it from him all those millenia ago. Both Op and Megs would be lying if they said it wasn't a bittersweet joy to hear.

That being said, Hive has a lot to say. Not just to them, but to all the reunited Primes, who broke Bumblebee, but inadvertently saved the world. (Bee still uses his prime voice with them, just to assert that although things turned out well, there are no good feelings between them.)

There are arguments, attempts to tear old wounds open and try to fix them proper, and although the road is bumpy, Megatron has changed, and things are settled with such finality he has no idea what to do next.

There is no opponent to fight, no army to lead, no threats to him, his home, or his way of life. There isn't even a puzzle to spend millenia solving...

Eventually Megatron has to leave the house, and although he stays out of sight of civilians, he has some explaining to do when he shows up on Senator Shockwave's doorstep.

He's a dozen or so feet taller, with his eyes shining bright white, a steady thrum coming from his chassis, where that same light glows from runes carved into him, swirling down into the blue core merged into his metal. His dull silver color is now like white gold, though his scars from battle are retained. Every point and sharp edge on him is refined, no less dangerous, but more sleek and elegant, like the sloping horns of an old deer.

Shockwave blinks his two blue eyes, an amused smile crossing his face.

Of course, despite Megatron making clear that he wants no part in politics any longer, Shockwave insists he has to at least come forward to the council. The Matrix, although no longer the crowning jewel of a leader, is still a hallowed relic of Cybertron's past. Megatron can't disagree with this, not with his crew of ghost voices insisting Shockwave is right. (Only Optimus is silent, though his dumbfounded focus on Shockwave's appearance explains that away.)

So Megatron goes before the council, now headed by Ironhide in light of Ratchet's retirement with Drift.

The discussion is briefly postponed until every mech who knew of the Matrix before its disappearance (sorry ratchet) is gathered in one room.

Its a little hectic, a little tense, a lot of old faces that once held much disdain for one another. Including Starscream, who sits calmly beside his trine mates, not cowering or scheming, but simply watching what he knows to be Megatron, the hate and fear long gone from his optics.

A very long talk is had, discussing the merits of the Matrix as the decider of leaders. Some think it should be reinstated, others cite the war as proof it could only bring destruction.

When all eyes finally turn to Megatron for his thoughts, his answer has long been ready. The entire time all he could think of was Hive's guidance through the years finally bringing peace, not through a position of power, but of knowledge.

So to him it's obvious: the Matrix holder must be an advisor to the council, a ceremonial figurehead of sorts who bore the Matrix as a tool, not a weapon. Knowledge old and new, the wielder and the past Primes, their wisdom ever available, ever at service, but never in control.

There's little deliberation after he's said his piece. It's clear to everyone that this is the right move. Only one question remains to be asked.

What is the name of this new Prime?

Well, Hive had known all along.

"Matrix Prime."

(Eesh, that got long, sorry. I think the name is a little cheesy, but I think it fits. With his rise to Primehood, the Matrix is no longer an all knowing force, but a singular entity intended to hold the history of the cybertronians.)

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About your second bit! (He says almost an hour after typing out the response to the first part :P)

Cybertron is, by design, Primus at work trying to ensure the longevity of the cybertronians, so I have no doubt in my mind that he distributes sparklings like candy for the fun of it.

That being said, although I loved that anon's au, its not entirely accurate to how Hive ended up with Wilder.

The collective anguish of the Primes had reached way deep down to Primus, and he, for the first time since the beginning of the war, created a spark in one of thousands of empty wells. A spark intended specifically for Hive Prime. The resonance in Cybertron's magnetic field was intense, like the dying world shuddered with the effort of its once minor feat.

Hive felt it strongest, and though his body was weak and his mind overrun, he was compelled to search out the spark.

So were the decepticons. For longer than most had been alive, there had not been a sparkling from the wells. This was a very valuable treasure.

One of the nastiest runs of the war began, and it was nearly a full cybertronian year before Hive found the spark, tucked away at the base of canyon, way down where the sun didn't reach.

The smallest puddle of energon sustained it, so weak a fuel source that the Spark hardly moved, flickering and threatening to fade away. Opening his spark chamber, Hive was able to coax the spark inside. It was barely a speck beside his own, orbiting his spark in slow, crooked spirals.

The energy to hold it there alone...

Hive shuddered, falling to his knees. His spark flickered, nearly snuffing the smaller one.

Sensing that death would be near for them both if they didn't, the Primes temporarily released their control of Hive. The weight lifted, Hive vented deeply, and both sparks shone brighter...

(I was supposed to go more in depth on the Hive Spark AU, but I just didn't know if anyone, like, cared about this one? I know OC au's can be pretty devisive, and Wilder's story continues long past the early days of Hive's primacy. I don't know. Ya'll let me know if there's any interest.

Sorry for the long post, and thank you anon for getting me back into the hang of things! I hope people enjoy me being back from my TF writer's block lol)

[theamazingmaddyas]

So, I found this draft of a Harry Potter/Riordanverse AU I wrote a couple years ago while going through my drafts and decided to reread it, and now I'm sad that it isn't finished and I have too many wips to devote time to it? Like it's 8 chapters and still isn't even that close to the climax because it was a full novel length, and that's devistating because the way I combined both medias is actually genius, if I do say so myself.

Because I'm actually really proud of how I worked this, I'm going to explain some of the plot points I just reread.

The story follows Leo, a sixth year Ravenclaw, and Piper, a sixth year Slytherin, who are trying to solve the death of their best friend, Jason Grace, who died suddenly only a week after his 16th birthday.

The Ministry of Magic isn't giving them any information, but at Jason's funeral (a large event as Jason was realitively known at Hogwarts as a Quidditch player and Gryffindor Prefect, and because he was the son of the Minister for Magic), Jason's older cousin's girlfriend (a seventh year Slytherin prefect, Annabeth) (she's in Slytherin because he fatal flaw is hubris, I am not taking criticisms) mentions she thinks the Death Eaters have something to do with it.

Which is crazy because it's 2010 and Voldy Smorts has been dead for 12 years, get with the program man.

But nope, turns out Annabeth's old babysitter, and Jason's older sisters old friend, Luke Castellan, is up to something. Annabeth shows Leo and Piper his picture on the computer she's programed with magic, and Leo asked to see it under the guise of writing down some codes to attempt and recreate it.

He actually just takes all the information from Annabeth's laptop on Luke's past. He's sneaky like that.

Oh and I forgot, Esperanza's death has to do with a Floo Powder incident when Leo was 8, so now Leo won't use Floo Powder. Oh, And Piper's mom's a veela because obviously.

A few weeks after the funeral, oh no! Mass Azkaban break out! The name Luke is all over the paper. Piper and Leo have their work cut out for them. Especially since they really can't follow many leads over the summer because no magic for under 17yos outside school. A bummer indeed.

School starts, yay! We can finally magic. Annabeth's made headgirl (yay!) And her, Percy (a Hufflepuff, see previous note on fatal flaws and me taking no criticism), and Grover (also Hufflepuff) go find Leo and Piper on the train. Mainly so Annabeth can scold Piper for forgetting to go to the prefect meeting.

They split up with the seventh years, and the cart they go on (Leo can see Theastrals obviously, Piper cannot) is occupied only by a little second year.

IT'S TEDDY LUPIN AKA MY FAVORITE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME I HAVE A WHOLE PINTEREST BOARD DEDICATED TO HIM <3<3<3

Anywho, three more kids enter the cart—Teddy's friends

IT'S MEG MCCAFFREY, AUSTIN LAKE, AND KAYLA KNOWLES!!!

Aw, I love them so much <3

So Meg's like "I hate Sherman Yang" and Teddy's like "???" And Austin's like, "Yeah, he was walking to slow and Meg kicked him.

Had to bring in crotchkicker McCaffrey <3

Quote: "'You only get detention if you're caught,' Meg crossed her arms, as if daring Teddy to object, 'Lester taught me that.' 'Rule of life,' Kayla said, fiddling with her fingers, 'Never take advice from my dad.'"

Piper freaks them out by loudly saying to Leo "did I tell you what happened in the prefect meeting" — she didn't go to the prefect meeting, she just likes freaking kids out with her power and she's an icon for it.

She doesn't have any intention on giving Meg detention though

Austin's doing a saxophone solo at the opening feast with the Frog Choir! Go Austin!

Oh I forgot to say, Meg and Austin are Hufflepuffs and Kayla's a Gryffindor. Meg knows Kayla and Austin through their father, Lester, who's basically Meg's guardian and is going to adopt her soon, and Meg and Teddy are both 2nd year Hufflepuffs so they're friends.

Austin's a 3rd year and Kayla's a 4th year.

Back to the plot, opening feast, sorting Leo is not paying attention to, so his roommate (I just put a filler name in here, but change it to Christopher or Shane from the Hephaestus cabin) keeps elbowing him for every kid sorted into Ravenclaw so Leo can wolf whistle like he's been paying attention.

Minnie McG, aka iconic headmistress of the century (and I adore her) goes up after the feast is over, and they have a moment of silence for Jason and everyone raises their wands /*

Leo does not follow the Ravenclaw prefects back to Ravenclaw tower because he's about to cry and crying in front of people is a big no go.

So he ends up in a random hallway of the castle he's never seen before and this ghost of a girl asks him how he's feeling

AND IT'S HAZEL LEVESQUE, I FORGOT I MADE HER A GHOST SO SHE COULD STILL BE BORN IN 1928

Turns out the tower collapsed in 1942 and killed Hazel, so she haunts that one hallway. Doesn't really interact much, since people rarely go there, it's a bit out of the way.

And that's where it ends

I think I have a vague recollection of what it's to come. Teddy definitely had a major part in it, because I love him, he's my favorite, and I think Hazel did too. I just remember being very serious about making sure the timelines added up.

If you read this, thanks, I really had to rant about my amazingness for a bit and that past fic I read in my drafts.

[your-local-grinning-cat]

*laughs good-naturedly at your expression, grinning all the while*

It is very convenient. And yes, I do like these purrticular earrings! They very much match my style and sense of direction.

Plus they were an unbirthday gift! And things that are gifted means they are free and free things are always a gift given freely which is fun for you but mostly for me! 😸

Hey Chenya,

How many piercings do you have? I know you have at least 4 piercings on your ears combined but I'm curious if you have more on them or others in different spots, like a lip piercing for example.

*chuckles and grins lazily*

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re really thinking about here! And you told AR you were “finally asking questions instead of just simping” or something along those lines. You’re making a liar of yourself, Darlin~! 😹

Unfurtunately for you (or perhaps not?), I don’t really have a solid answer for you! While my four ear piercings have been with me for awhile and so I think I’ll keep them as is for quite some time yet to come, my body is pretty… changeable. I don’t need to get piercings pierced the same way most people do, I just… make that tiny part of my body disappear and stay gone for the foreseeable future.

*shrugs casually*

Easy peasy! So I can have as many or as few piercings as I want, wherever I want, as large or as small as I want.

So right now, I only have four. But that doesn’t mean much of anything really~!

*smiles my signature Cheshire Cat grin*

[nuthin-up-my-sleeve]

Our ex neighbor that I grew up with just had a hip replacement the same week I had mine. She posted the pelvic x-rays on IG and there ya have it a perfect hazy image of her goodies down there along with a bright image of the mechanical hip. Jen just rolled her eyes and groaned then said “I could’ve gone my whole god damn life without seeing Meg’s stubbly hooha or should I say her moose knuckle eeewww”! Hahahaha!!! I stood back and said “I didn’t even notice to tell ya truth” and laughed. Jen replied that’s because I’m sure you’ve seen it in person upclose sweetheart! 😂

Jen said “do people not realize pelvic x-rays show your bits down there wtf? I told her I’m getting one done in March and thought about posting it on IG and Jen said “Nope”……. Facebook? NO! ….. Bluesky? NO! Tumblr….. whatevs NO ya weirdo!!! I told her she’s no fun. 😂