#big dumb drunk mechs being silly

[dramamelon]

Closest of Friends

Day 5: vulnerability Rating: M (overall) Chararcters: Drift, Ratchet, Rodimus, Thunderclash Tags: Minimal Editing, Fluff and Humor, Old Married Couple, Polyamory, Old Loves Rekindled, Drunken Shenanigans, Making Out, Light Petting Fic Summary: Drift and Ratchet are living their soft and cozy lives together way out in the quiet serenity of rural lands that sit on the edge of the wild. They're good with this, couldn't ask for more. Then more comes anyway by way of the past, as it always does.

Note: Just a heads up! This week is focused on Dratchet emotionally, but it is working toward a polycule! (Which will be explored in April during Polyship Week.)

Written for Dratchet Party March 2023! 🥳 AO3 link in reblog!

Ratchet quirked an orbital ridge upward, his smirk stretching into a heated grin that never failed to do things to Drift that left him wet behind the panels. If the wandering interest of Rodimus' ever-curious hands around his hips, thumbs pressing between the plating where his thighs joined to the more sensitive pelvic protoform, were any indication, Rodimus was just as aware of it. When Ratchet slid his hand in to rest over one of Rodimus', Drift narrowed his optics and gave Ratchet a suspicious look.

"Ratty, what are you doing?" he asked. As Ratchet's hand shifted into a smooth curl along the heated surface of Drift's modesty panels, Drift squirmed and felt his cooling fans click on. He shot another glance toward Thunderclash, the only one of the group without prior knowledge of the sound. The big mech hadn't moved from his spot on the other end of the bench he shared with Rodimus, but tendrils of his field were stretching out, curious and full of carefully banked carnality. A kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth dragged his dizzy attention back to Ratchet. "Ratty?"

"I want you to watch this," Ratchet murmured, a low and lusty growl in his tone. "If it's not what you want, you stop me and you and I take this to a separate room. Thunders and the hotshot can figure themselves out in that case."

That gave Drift only the vaguest notion of what his conjunx had planned. Before he could raise any questions, though, Ratchet leaned in between Drift and Rodimus. The hand not rubbing soft circles between Drift's thighs lifted to catch Rodimus' chin and pulled the other speedster's face toward Ratchet's. And then it was Drift's turn to have a moment of "holy slag."

He wasn't quite sure how to take the way Rodimus so easily fell into allowing Ratchet to absolutely plunder his mouth in the way Drift was so very familiar with. The slow, thoughtful pillaging of Rodimus' mouth with a glossa as wonderfully skilled as Ratchet's medic's hands. Not with Thunderclash settled so very close by. His jaw snapping shut, Drift wobbled in his spot in Rodimus' lap as he whirled back around to give the big mech a look he knew pleaded for forgiveness of the act he wasn't even attempting to stop. Soft murmurs and wet sounds filling one audial, Drift found himself caught by the depth of the hunger emoted on those dashingly handsome features of Thunderclash's.

Then the universe tilted even more as Thunderclash shifted his crooked leg under himself and moved closer. Those crimson optics never slipped away from him, not until Thunderclash nuzzled against Rodimus' audial and murmured words that Drift couldn't make out even from his close vantage. Whatever he said had Rodimus pulling from the kiss with Ratchet and grinning. He leaned back against the bench as Ratchet and Thunderclash came together between them, hidden from Drift's view by the two bigger mechs. The look Ratchet gave Drift burned even hotter than the look from Thunderclash, sending a wobble through his spark with the obvious searching for permission reflected in his optics. In his drunken state, Drift discovered working his glossa through actual words more difficult than anticipated.

"Oh yeah," Rodimus said, his engine revving hard and fans spinning harder. He pushed his hips up against Drift and gripped his hips a little harder. He nudged his face between Ratchet and Thunderclash, leaning in to bump the tip of his nose against Drift's. "It's all on you, babe," Rodimus informed Drift, low purr in his voice. "Do we let them kiss while we watch or do you take Ratchet up on everyone finding their own room? I'm game for whatever as long as I get something tonight."

Drift tossed a glance first at Ratchet, then another toward Thunderclash. The look Thunderclash was giving Ratchet reminded him immediately of the look he'd seen come his own way from Rodimus. Still saw on Rodimus if he happened to catch his fellow speedster unawares. He returned his gaze to Ratchet, meeting those beloved blue optics as a hard flicker touched his spark. What he saw looking back at him was a questioning softness, silent asking for permission. He scratched his fingers against the extravagantly painted flames on Rodimus' chest. Then, he lifted his hand, pressed it to Rodimus' face, and shoved him out of the way. He ignored the noisy fuss that Rodimus wetly sputtered against his palm. Mouth curving upward to give a saucy flash of fang, Drift shot another look between his conjunx and his conjunx's best friend.

"Kiss him, Ratty," he instructed, warmth reigniting in bubbles that bounced around his internals and made him dizzier than just the engex alone could accomplish. It felt good and he was certainly in the mood for some more of that, whatever strange shape it seemed to be coming in. He stroked the fingers of his other hand over the curve of Ratchet's face, dragging them slowly forward along his jaw until they kept up his chin just the slightest bit. Ratchet's engine gave a hard roar as Drift leaned back a bit to give his conjunx room to pass between himself and Rodimus again, but not allowing it just yet.

"Drift…," Ratchet murmured in a tone that wasn't quite remonstrance. He quieted quickly enough when the sharp tip of one talon extended just enough to threaten a small hole in his neck cables.

Curling his fingers down one at a time so they acted as a form of countdown, Drift turned his gaze back to Thunderclash. With the last fingertip snagged against the block of Ratchet's chin, the partially extended talon likely the only thing holding Ratchet in place, Drift said, "None of that. Didn't you tell me it was my decision?"

Ratchet's hand cupped deeper between his thighs, his two central fingers tapping along the Drift's modesty panels in a way that vibrated sensation into the hidden sensors. Squirming under the assault, further ignoring Rodimus' fondling, Drift glared at Ratchet. "What's wrong, Drift?" Ratchet asked, smirking. "Thought you were the one making decisions here."

Catching Ratchet's chin in his hand again, Drift moved his other to catch hold of Thunderclash in the same fashion. He turned his glare at the amused Thunderclash, then gave them both a tight squeeze. He could feel the sparkle of engex behind his optics, the burble of it across his brain module, as he spoke. "I am. So, bearing that in mind, I think it's time the two of you stopped being smarmy assholes and started sucking face so I can watch."

"You're right, Ratch," Thunderclash said with a crooked grin, finally deciding to speak up. He tilted his helm just a bit, as far as Drift's grasp would let him, giving Drift a saucy onceover. "He does get feisty."

Turning on Ratchet with another glare, this one rather annoyed, Drift demanded, "You talk about me with him?"

"We talk about Rodimus, too, if it makes you feel better," Ratchet replied. His grin turned sly and he gave a little waggle of his orbital ridges. "You know, just the sort of thing best friends do with each other. You want to tell me you don't gossip with Rodimus?"

Drift glanced toward Rodimus without turning his helm and found his best friend struggling not to laugh. Those golden spoiler wings bumped and clattered in the little space they had crept against the back of the bench—the surest sign he was going to be no help. With a smiling sigh and a bubble of humor filling his chassis, Drift dropped his hands to wrap them around Rodimus' where they still rested at Drift's hips. He yipped as agile medic's fingers teased the manual release of his modesty panels and turned sour look on Ratchet. "Not fair, Ratty."

He quickly gave up the pretense of anger, though, when Ratchet nuzzled into the side of his neck. "So what's it gonna be, Drift?" A kiss was pressed to the corner of his jaw, leading to Drift tilting his helm to give him more room. "Love of my life…." The wet tip of Ratchet's glossa flicked through the hollow just below that spot and Drift bit his lip on a soft gasp. "Owner of my spark…."

Laughing, Drift pushed him away before catching both him and Thunderclash around the back of the neck. He looked from one to the other, glanced across at Rodimus and saw the agreement in those Matrix blue optics. "Why don't you shut the frag up and show me how you kiss your best friend, hm?"

Ratchet turned his helm and laid a kiss to the white armor along Drift's inner wrist. With his usual confident swagger and the cocky grin that did things to Drift's internals, he said, "Don't get your gears out of line, sweetspark. Let me show you how it's done."

[mothbug]

maggie i’ve been trying to suss out the plot of ur bug lesbians for so long please tell me abt them. somehow it got into my head that they were?? like jaeger pilots? please confirm or deny

i can’t do a read more on mobile so i’m sorry in advance (coming back here after i’ve written this: it makes no sense. it’s all rambling. sorry. and i just put things everywhere randomly so this won’t even be typed chronologically)

yeah there’s giant fun robots! most of them are normal and fine but like a few of them are very fucked up

so there’s four pov characters and at the start of the story three of them are on the same ship and the fourth is the target they’re chasing? only one of them knows they even HAVE a target and is trying her best to stall because she and the target were roommates in fucked up robot catholic school. the other two are playing crazy 8s and being romantic and also terrified all the time but also doing a lot of theorizing about things because they know SOMETHING is up they just don’t know what’s going on. Bc you know. their commander won’t give them any information. and also avoids them because she hates narrative parallelism

also the one stalling is also having her blood drunk by her giant robot. and maybe being mildly possessed by it? so it’s maybe The most fucked up robot. it’s also a giant dog and a good boy. and an heirloom of a fucked up family. which may explain some stuff but honestly i think nisa’s mom was just a bitch and it didn’t have anything to do with the robot she’s just like that.

and she’s stalling bc she Knows she won’t turn perovskia in she knows she wouldn’t let her get hurt she Knows it’ll change her life forever if she finds her and she’s just not ready to face that. but yknow she has to so it was all just very silly of her but when something will change your life dramatically it’s terrifying even if you know that things currently Suck.

somewhere in here Arkansas’s family is threatened and it’s. upsetting. and i’m not sure what direction to go in with it but it will be important because her family means a Lot to her. she has two very good kind dads and a little sister named Tinsel. basically she has the only functional biological family out of all the characters and they make me :’) I also think they eventually meet Idabel and ADORE her and since she grew up without parents it’s just a very strange and emotional experience and. h. they r Wives. and the Trust family is all very sweet and kind even if Arkansas struggles a lot w gifted kid syndrome like i think her dads did their best even if they fucked up sometimes yknow. idabel goes fucking wild at the arcade like legitimately bloodthirsty and arkansas is just like i love my furious and powerful wife

anyway there’s some (a lot of) homoerotic space fighting (which perovskia usually wins BECAUSE she remembers when she and nisa used to spar and can predict what she’ll do. nisa ALSO remembers this bc. ofc she does. but perovskia had to learn how to adapt after Events bc her physical health changed a lot and she had to learn to be more careful about overexerting herself and also now knows how to swordfight. and moves more fluidly and confidently. so what nisa expects to happen often doesn’t bc perovskia’s fighting style has changed so much while nisa hasn’t really bothered to refine hers. anyway) perovskia (the gay little target that does a gay little crime and makes fun of you to piss you off) is like hey. what if you all committed treason it’s really fun and sexy. and then her adoptive mechanic mom gives everyone spinal surgery so their bodies don’t shut down and they won’t die :) that’s a thing by the way i won’t elaborate bc uhh :( but it is why perovskia has all the. nerve damage and chronic pain. i can elaborate on the actual Pre-story perovskia stuff later bc i think about it A Lot and it has a lot of bearing on her character but it’s also. before all this. but anyway if she hadn’t been bleeding out on Slice’s front lawn specifically she Would be dead. and there’s some fun narrative foil character shifts that happen four years before the main storyline but i will not say bc i’m tired

after this is Vague in my mind but a lot of it is Perovskia and Nisa reconnecting and just. talking. but being weird and repressed and deflective about anything Meaningful. And I have written a Lot about this so there’s more than I can condense but it’s very fucking good and. Idk. it’s a big shift in the narrative at this point and they’re just Agonizing about their dumb little feelings and it’s good. and P doing some work to make their giant fucking spaceship more stealthy. and Idabel and Arkansas being really cute and also going THROUGH it because i mean. a lot is happening. And it’s nothing either of them ever expected to happen but they’re like. hopeful for the future or whatever don’t look at me. It’s just like. put all of these characters on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere in transit and they all Have to have conversations even if they don’t want to because it’s HARD. nisa is forced by slice to learn how to make pancakes

Slice makes stew. They’re good at stew and contraptions and having a mild new england accent somehow. also canonically back in the scrapyard they would make things like the knife wielding tentacle constantly and perovskia would just stumble upon them. slice changed the live laugh love sign to say die cry hate because perovskia made fun of it. they r her mom.

so now they do some fun fun robberies and various crimes and it’s so sexy and i don’t think N and P are like. fully caught up at this point or know where they stand, so there’s a lot of very fun banter and having to work together despite really being afraid but also yearning to get to know each other again and just connect with one another honestly and openly after four fuckin years apart. because they’re both so different now but also very much the same. horse staring out into sea MAN. the thing is there’s no direct like. reason for them to avoid each other (at first P was shocked and overwhelmed and felt a little bit betrayed when she found out who was chasing her until she found out WHY. oh i forgot to mention Nisa BEGGED to be assigned commander for this mission bc she knew anyone else wouldn’t hesitate to get Perovskia killed. Forgot to mention that it’s IMPORTANT she fucking loves her so much god DAMMIT) but it’s just. tense and there’s a lot happening and it’s just. Ghhhdhbnm and ofc I and A have picked up on it since P showed up but it’s like. ok so what is Happening here. OH AND ONCE THEY START WORKING THINGS OUT IDABEL DOES START BEHAVING LIKE NISA’S SHITTY LITTLE SIBLING AND ACTING FUCKING DISGUSTED BY THEM ITS VERY FUNNY. they’re like perovskia you’re pretty cool what’s up with this. nisa sucks and also is a bitch. and perovskia says SHE CAN GET IT. and idabel says GET WHAT? BANNED FROM OLIVE GARDEN? and perovskia fans herself and is like yeah~ and idabel was just joking around but now is debating between mercilessly making fun of her and hitting her with a cricket bat. but god when P and N just get to hold each other in silence and security and just be. it’s . they. god. fuck. man.

oh i know this is a space story but perovskia just straight up has a sword (and some knives and maybe a gun idk) don’t ask me why idk but it’s very lesbian of her and she does gay little flourishes and is just. very annoying and i like her a lot. she’s very dramatic like her alias was madame revenant when she was living in the scrapyard and just doing some petty crimes like. she embroidered that jacket herself nobody calls her that she’s just a goofball. also warrior cats exist and she makes warrior cat fan animations. that just has to be true so warriors has been preserved for centuries. also she was presumed dead for a while uhh don’t think abt it too much but she likes that aesthetic.

Idabel takes the best to this new life of crime they are fucking FOR it she gets a FLAMETHROWER and Arkansas is like. wrow honestly my favorite thing abt them is that they’re both fucking INCREDIBLE pilots. like they know what they’re doing. and nisa is really really bad at it btw she cannot pilot a mech well. but this block of text isn’t about her i’m talking about THEM. Their chemistry is so good they r just. 🥺. and they both become Fast friends with perovskia because she’s just pretty likeable?? and ofc nisa’s jealous bc a) you guys don’t even like me :( but also b) that’s MY friend. it’s very funny. honey of course they didn’t like you you were being very unpleasant to be around. but arkansas does rlly wanna be friends with her and she and idabel have so much sibling energy it’s insane. i think they’d abel and cain each other for a scooby snack but also kill for each other. because they’re tiny girls who will growl at you solidarity and also probably hang out and just destroy things with bats sometimes. they all become closer and get a rlly sweet found family dynamic it just takes a While. oh also idabel is basically the chosen one and can set things on fire with her hands but it’s barely touched on because i think that’s a really funny thing to just ignore. but i also think it does become important because it’s largely fueled by anger and emotion and. h. i think idabel has a lot of feelings ok. Arkansas and Perovskia bond over having fucking anxiety disorders and have caprisun drinking competitions. i think it’s just like. these people all have similar trauma and need people to lean on when things are hard so they stick with each other once they have the option to split apart because by then they’re friends and work well together and Care. auto tuned baby crying mp3.

Alia and Agent Variety show up somewhere around here? They’re Slice’s very cool wives and Alia has a Vechicle Collection and own fucking stupid race cars and stuff and I love her. perovskia is afraid of being in vechiles so she has to take a fucking benadryl every time they have to make a getaway. Variety isn’t actually an Agent anymore and I also love HER because she’s very fucking good. they started out as just contacts slice had but it turns out they’re all in love <3 alia is also actually a sports car racer like. unprofessionally. illegally. which is just very cool of them.

Also i don’t think it has. a very BIG end, yknow? it’s like, they’re doing very good things and are up against a lot, and I don’t think they like.. singlehandedly take down the government or anything because they’re only a few people. but i think they get a happy ending and get to grow old while making positive changes to the world around them. like i don’t think they’ll be able to solve everything but they’re sure as hell gonna do what they can. But idk maybe they actually do get like. some good shit done. but again they’re not. an army. they’re a bunch of 20-somethings and their rube-goldberg-machine-creating chaperone. but i think they should get a fun climactic moment so i guess this is all to say i don’t. have an ending planned. but there should probably be one at some point.

OH AND the giant evil blood sucking dog vineyard vines robot Definitely almost kills Nisa (or at least fully destroys her in some way) and. it’s very narrowly avoided and she’s very very weak for a while because it took a lot out of her. also the dog robot does make grape vines grow and uhhhh any grapes that show up are 100% full of the pilot’s siphoned blood. also i think there’s still some remnants of that bitch in nisa’s mind afterwards bc an old mechanical god is hard to get rid of. but it’s mostly ok.

Also the bug people are just. a thing. like every person in the most recent generation in this specific society are at least a little bit genetically experimented on because. it sucks there. and i think if your parents bribe the government you can be a little Less fucked up but yknow. everyone’s a little weird. this was an excuse to put bug ppl in here they’re just the folks who were probably the most fucked with and i have many bug people here because i think bugs are cool and i want them to look like weird little bugs. This was all also an excuse to give the main characters fangs bc i’m gay. i don’t think randomly fucking with your genetics will make you a bug in real life so do not try this at home or at all PSA

SPEAKING of the society ok it’s very much obsessed with earth nostalgia and stuff and very yknow. basic cyperpunk shitty capitalism you know the drill you’ve seen space operas whatever but it’s also weirdly oligarchical? and like? it’s weird and bad and kind of a corporatocracy?? and. fuck. idk man they’re a fucked up space catgirl greeble-y amazon with catholic imagery. The Academy is also a thing but. idk how to describe it more than i already have it’s just kinda shitty boarding school. And after a certain point ppl can get sent on like. missions and stuff? in their fucking robots? but again i’m not sure what For. an option could be that there’s nearby Shit and nobody can tell if it’s safe because space is weird? also it’s only about 3200 so i’d say like. whole societies out in space is a relatively new thing and there’s some weird shit going on. so they sometimes send teenagers out in robots to see what’s up and that ends SUPER well for EVERYONE. hmm something SHOULD be going on actually there should be some weird eldritch space stuff. it should be connected to the more fucked up robots. it should also be Core’s fault somehow because uhhh capitalism and lack of foresight? anyway here’s women kissing i don’t know things. WAIT FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW SHADY SOME OF THE STUFF GOING ON IS LIKE THE DEATHS OF THE CREW PEROVSKIA WAS ON UHHH JUST TRUST ME DUDE like they are NOT afraid to get kids killed which was IMPLIED but also like it goes a little deeper than that and uhh i don’t know exactly what’s happening. but i’m sure it’ll all fall into place eventually. basically it’s very fatt shitty faction vibes idk how else to describe it. man it‘s like. just. there’s stuff happening they have goals and ideals and there’s probably more to it than i know so far bc stuff happens but i don’t KNOW what i’m tired and have been typing this for a year i don’t want to talk abt the bad capitalists i want to talk about tenderness and girls but unfortunately the ways in which the girls are tender are deeply informed by the environment they grew up in so i do have to think about it even if they all deserved better.

i think they all get a cat or a dog or something eventually. like they all deserve it. i think the final home they build together is actually pretty reminiscent of the scrapyard house. i think they get to live there for the rest of their lives and. just build something small and wonderful for themselves :’)

also i forgot to put men in the story they exist i just forgot about them. there’s nisa’s one ex i already forgot his name but he’s mentioned i think.

[nicolemagolan]

Books I Read In June 2019

This month was nearly entirely dominated by science-fiction, but Nicholas Eames’ high fantasy novel prevented that. I have no regrets! Not a wholly satisfactory reading month, as these books ranged from excellent to underwhelming. Read on to find out which was which!

Sand by Hugh Howey

3.5/5 stars

“And so it went, sand piling up to the heavens and homes sinking toward hell.”

Sand is a sci-fi story in the same vein as Howey's previous Wool series, set in a scary dystopian future. This one, however, despite being exceptionally well-written, falls short of greatness.

The plot doesn't ever seem to go anywhere -- nowhere interesting anyway. There is a lackluster feeling to the world-building, and a lack of threat because of this. In this world, the characters live in a desert, and make their living by diving through sand as if it's water to collect treasures buried under the dunes. An interesting concept, but the society around it was not explained much, and I am left unsure of how their society actually functions.

The characters were great though. The focus was on a family of 4 siblings, and I loved seeing their dynamics and how they played off each other. There was a lot a nuance to the characters and their relationships.

Hugh Howey is an excellent writer. There were so many beautifully crafted sentences and paragraphs, and riveting action scenes. The dive scenes were horrifying and enthralling. I was constantly in awe of how good Howey's writing style is. Despite the lack of world building, Sand developed a gritty atmosphere that I enjoyed. I'm looking forward to reading more of his work, but I hope they're more balanced.

I was under the impression that Sand tied into Wool in some way, but I couldn't find a connection. It's possible that the buried cities are the Silo's, but it wasn't used for any effect. Could have been any old city, and it wouldn't make a difference. I was disappointed at the false advertising.All in all, I would recommend the Wool trilogy over this. But, if you read and enjoyed that this might just fill the void.

The Walking Dead, Issue #192: Aftermath by Robert Kirkman, Charlie Adlard (Cover Art), Dave Stewart (Cover Art), Stefano Gaudiano (Artist), Cliff Rathburn (Artist)

5/5 stars

I can't believe they actually did the thing. This issue is brilliant. I don't have anything else I could possibly say.

Star Wars Battlefront II: Inferno Squad by Christie Golden

4/5 stars

“It’s all for the glory of the Empire, honey, and don’t you forget it.”

Another win for the new Star Wars canon! Inferno Squad is a gripping tale of undercover imperial agents going undercover in the Rebellion to find out where or who is leaking top secret information. It's somewhat lacking in true white-knuckle action, but it makes up for that with well-developed and distinct characters. Iden Versio, the lead character, at first seems like the typical Empire-loving, cold, and one-dimensional trooper that we're familiar with in Star Wars canon. But as the story unfolds, her character builds into a complex, intriguing, and empathetic -- and yet still rather cold -- lead. 

I was worried this would be a typical, cheesy story of an imperial agent suddenly realising the error of their ways and joining the rebels...but that wasn't the case. Nor was it completely a one-note "the Empire is always right" perspective; there was enough nuance to keep it compelling. 

As for the other characters, they were all fine, and developed individuality. But I didn't feel there were any other standouts. 

There were a few cringey moments within the writing style -- MULTIPLE instances of "they let out a breath they didn't know they were holding"...Can we let this overused line die, PLEASE. And descriptions were a bit lackluster. But for a Star Wars novel, I would say it was actually pretty decent.

I highly recommend this to Star Wars fans!

Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames 

4/5 stars

“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way.”

Kings of the Wyld is an epic romp through a world both colourful and gritty. It has incredibly balanced flavours of Rock & Roll and hard-hitting fantasy. Plus, it's hilarious. And heartfelt. And totally badass.

Okay, Kings of the Wyld is a little vulgar for my tastes. The language and gore doesn't pull punches, and the depiction of female characters is sometimes over-sexualised. Not always though, thankfully, and it's usually for some purpose. 

The world-building is wack. The fantasy setting feels like it's being pieced together with bright lego bricks as you read, but sometimes instead of sticking together lego, you're just getting pelted with mud. Information about the world is dropped in dialogue and metaphor as if you already have any clue what they're talking about. Sometimes it works, sometimes it's overwhelming. The informal and funny style of writing gives it a cartoony feel (and I don't mean that in a negative way), and it feels very original while still reshaping classic tropes and paying homage to the greats.

But the characters. The characters. The story follows this group of old warriors, getting their mercenary band back together long after their glory days are over. They've settled down and had families, become fat and drunk, gone a bit mad. And when one of their daughters is in mortal danger, they reunite to take on the impossible quest to save her. 

The lead character is Clay Cooper: the sweetest, most wholesome murderer you'll ever meet. Easy to root for, plenty of compelling back-story to dig into, and snarky comments galore.

My second favourite is the wizard Moog. He is a total weirdo and he knows it. I love how ridiculous and passionate he is.

There's Mattrick, who's become a sad, fat King with a terrible marriage and kids that aren't his. But he's still a menace with his knives.

Gabriel is the leader of the group, and the one who is trying to find his daughter. He was one of the less-developed characters, but it worked because he was wholly focused on his daughter. His love for her was nice.

Lastly there's Ganelon, the terrifying warrior with no emotions. Except there are emotions! The scenes showing his vulnerability are fantastic, but where he truly shines is the battlefield.

The comradeship of the band is so natural and entertaining. Their relationships felt fully developed and like they had real history. They are so easy to root for!

The plot does plod a bit, with a bunch of mini-quests along the way that begin to drag towards the end. I think one or two of the little adventures could have been cut-down for the sake of building towards the epic final battle and touching conclusion.

I'll definitely be looking out for more from this author. And if you want a fantasy novel that's a little something different, definitely give this a go!

Brightly Burning by Alexa Donne

2/5 stars

Brightly Burning is a retelling of the classic Jane Eyre, but set in space! Wooooo! I don't know why I thought I would like this. It does exactly what it says on the tin. It has the plot, characters, and atmosphere of Jane Eyre. But when a character looks out a window...it's space. Maybe if I was a huge fan of the original story, I would be able to appreciate this re-imagining of it. But I don't think Brightly Burning did anything exceptionally interesting with the premise. The language is full of modern colloquialisms that are weirdly balanced with the futuristic world building. It often feels cheesy or just plain silly to me, but this is much lighter sci-fi than I anticipated. I'm kinda dumb though, because of course it's a fluffy/angsty/tropey romance and not a compelling, twisty, or fresh sci-fi take on the classic story. It serves its purpose and it does so with moderate success. me @ me, closing this book:

Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel

3/5 stars

Sleeping Giants is..........good? I guess? It's a kinda entertaining sci-fi tale told through interviews, self-recorded journals and other audio files. It follows a cast of mostly-military characters as they discover and search for the scattered remains of some strange and potentially alien technology. This premise could really be taken in any direction...unfortunately the compelling concept is bogged down by a dumb LOVE TRIANGLE. Whyyyyy. Minor spoiler territory here, but it becomes clear early on that the alien tech is essentially a mech-style robot thingy. I am wondering how anime it's gonna get, when one of the characters is like 'gee, this sure is something out of Star Wars huh.' GIRL WHAT. No. It really isn't. Anywayyy I love the title, and the cover, and the characters are well-developed. Nothing of real interest happens within the story to be honest, and the ending is kinda lame. I'm not interested in the sequels but I appreciated my time with the audiobook -- it has a full and talented cast.

My reading hopes for next month are high as Semester 1 is over and my holiday has begun! I have big reading plans, folks. Big plans. Like, 5,000 page plans. :) 

Have you read any of these books? Let me know what you thought of them!

[dramamelon]

Closest of Friends

Day 5: vulnerability Rating: M (overall) Chararcters: Drift, Ratchet, Rodimus, Thunderclash Tags: Minimal Editing, Fluff and Humor, Old Married Couple, Polyamory, Old Loves Rekindled, Drunken Shenanigans, Making Out, Light Petting Fic Summary: Drift and Ratchet are living their soft and cozy lives together way out in the quiet serenity of rural lands that sit on the edge of the wild. They're good with this, couldn't ask for more. Then more comes anyway by way of the past, as it always does.

Note: Just a heads up! This week is focused on Dratchet emotionally, but it is working toward a polycule! (Which will be explored in April during Polyship Week.)

Written for Dratchet Party March 2023! 🥳 AO3 link in reblog!

Ratchet quirked an orbital ridge upward, his smirk stretching into a heated grin that never failed to do things to Drift that left him wet behind the panels. If the wandering interest of Rodimus' ever-curious hands around his hips, thumbs pressing between the plating where his thighs joined to the more sensitive pelvic protoform, were any indication, Rodimus was just as aware of it. When Ratchet slid his hand in to rest over one of Rodimus', Drift narrowed his optics and gave Ratchet a suspicious look.

"Ratty, what are you doing?" he asked. As Ratchet's hand shifted into a smooth curl along the heated surface of Drift's modesty panels, Drift squirmed and felt his cooling fans click on. He shot another glance toward Thunderclash, the only one of the group without prior knowledge of the sound. The big mech hadn't moved from his spot on the other end of the bench he shared with Rodimus, but tendrils of his field were stretching out, curious and full of carefully banked carnality. A kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth dragged his dizzy attention back to Ratchet. "Ratty?"

"I want you to watch this," Ratchet murmured, a low and lusty growl in his tone. "If it's not what you want, you stop me and you and I take this to a separate room. Thunders and the hotshot can figure themselves out in that case."

That gave Drift only the vaguest notion of what his conjunx had planned. Before he could raise any questions, though, Ratchet leaned in between Drift and Rodimus. The hand not rubbing soft circles between Drift's thighs lifted to catch Rodimus' chin and pulled the other speedster's face toward Ratchet's. And then it was Drift's turn to have a moment of "holy slag."

He wasn't quite sure how to take the way Rodimus so easily fell into allowing Ratchet to absolutely plunder his mouth in the way Drift was so very familiar with. The slow, thoughtful pillaging of Rodimus' mouth with a glossa as wonderfully skilled as Ratchet's medic's hands. Not with Thunderclash settled so very close by. His jaw snapping shut, Drift wobbled in his spot in Rodimus' lap as he whirled back around to give the big mech a look he knew pleaded for forgiveness of the act he wasn't even attempting to stop. Soft murmurs and wet sounds filling one audial, Drift found himself caught by the depth of the hunger emoted on those dashingly handsome features of Thunderclash's.

Then the universe tilted even more as Thunderclash shifted his crooked leg under himself and moved closer. Those crimson optics never slipped away from him, not until Thunderclash nuzzled against Rodimus' audial and murmured words that Drift couldn't make out even from his close vantage. Whatever he said had Rodimus pulling from the kiss with Ratchet and grinning. He leaned back against the bench as Ratchet and Thunderclash came together between them, hidden from Drift's view by the two bigger mechs. The look Ratchet gave Drift burned even hotter than the look from Thunderclash, sending a wobble through his spark with the obvious searching for permission reflected in his optics. In his drunken state, Drift discovered working his glossa through actual words more difficult than anticipated.

"Oh yeah," Rodimus said, his engine revving hard and fans spinning harder. He pushed his hips up against Drift and gripped his hips a little harder. He nudged his face between Ratchet and Thunderclash, leaning in to bump the tip of his nose against Drift's. "It's all on you, babe," Rodimus informed Drift, low purr in his voice. "Do we let them kiss while we watch or do you take Ratchet up on everyone finding their own room? I'm game for whatever as long as I get something tonight."

Drift tossed a glance first at Ratchet, then another toward Thunderclash. The look Thunderclash was giving Ratchet reminded him immediately of the look he'd seen come his own way from Rodimus. Still saw on Rodimus if he happened to catch his fellow speedster unawares. He returned his gaze to Ratchet, meeting those beloved blue optics as a hard flicker touched his spark. What he saw looking back at him was a questioning softness, silent asking for permission. He scratched his fingers against the extravagantly painted flames on Rodimus' chest. Then, he lifted his hand, pressed it to Rodimus' face, and shoved him out of the way. He ignored the noisy fuss that Rodimus wetly sputtered against his palm. Mouth curving upward to give a saucy flash of fang, Drift shot another look between his conjunx and his conjunx's best friend.

"Kiss him, Ratty," he instructed, warmth reigniting in bubbles that bounced around his internals and made him dizzier than just the engex alone could accomplish. It felt good and he was certainly in the mood for some more of that, whatever strange shape it seemed to be coming in. He stroked the fingers of his other hand over the curve of Ratchet's face, dragging them slowly forward along his jaw until they kept up his chin just the slightest bit. Ratchet's engine gave a hard roar as Drift leaned back a bit to give his conjunx room to pass between himself and Rodimus again, but not allowing it just yet.

"Drift…," Ratchet murmured in a tone that wasn't quite remonstrance. He quieted quickly enough when the sharp tip of one talon extended just enough to threaten a small hole in his neck cables.

Curling his fingers down one at a time so they acted as a form of countdown, Drift turned his gaze back to Thunderclash. With the last fingertip snagged against the block of Ratchet's chin, the partially extended talon likely the only thing holding Ratchet in place, Drift said, "None of that. Didn't you tell me it was my decision?"

Ratchet's hand cupped deeper between his thighs, his two central fingers tapping along the Drift's modesty panels in a way that vibrated sensation into the hidden sensors. Squirming under the assault, further ignoring Rodimus' fondling, Drift glared at Ratchet. "What's wrong, Drift?" Ratchet asked, smirking. "Thought you were the one making decisions here."

Catching Ratchet's chin in his hand again, Drift moved his other to catch hold of Thunderclash in the same fashion. He turned his glare at the amused Thunderclash, then gave them both a tight squeeze. He could feel the sparkle of engex behind his optics, the burble of it across his brain module, as he spoke. "I am. So, bearing that in mind, I think it's time the two of you stopped being smarmy assholes and started sucking face so I can watch."

"You're right, Ratch," Thunderclash said with a crooked grin, finally deciding to speak up. He tilted his helm just a bit, as far as Drift's grasp would let him, giving Drift a saucy onceover. "He does get feisty."

Turning on Ratchet with another glare, this one rather annoyed, Drift demanded, "You talk about me with him?"

"We talk about Rodimus, too, if it makes you feel better," Ratchet replied. His grin turned sly and he gave a little waggle of his orbital ridges. "You know, just the sort of thing best friends do with each other. You want to tell me you don't gossip with Rodimus?"

Drift glanced toward Rodimus without turning his helm and found his best friend struggling not to laugh. Those golden spoiler wings bumped and clattered in the little space they had crept against the back of the bench—the surest sign he was going to be no help. With a smiling sigh and a bubble of humor filling his chassis, Drift dropped his hands to wrap them around Rodimus' where they still rested at Drift's hips. He yipped as agile medic's fingers teased the manual release of his modesty panels and turned sour look on Ratchet. "Not fair, Ratty."

He quickly gave up the pretense of anger, though, when Ratchet nuzzled into the side of his neck. "So what's it gonna be, Drift?" A kiss was pressed to the corner of his jaw, leading to Drift tilting his helm to give him more room. "Love of my life…." The wet tip of Ratchet's glossa flicked through the hollow just below that spot and Drift bit his lip on a soft gasp. "Owner of my spark…."

Laughing, Drift pushed him away before catching both him and Thunderclash around the back of the neck. He looked from one to the other, glanced across at Rodimus and saw the agreement in those Matrix blue optics. "Why don't you shut the frag up and show me how you kiss your best friend, hm?"

Ratchet turned his helm and laid a kiss to the white armor along Drift's inner wrist. With his usual confident swagger and the cocky grin that did things to Drift's internals, he said, "Don't get your gears out of line, sweetspark. Let me show you how it's done."