#bitter partners with Shockwave

[lexicorp]

CC - Soara - TF Seeker OC

they got the they/she flavored pronouns, and are an ambitious, apathetic lil creature

their trine mates are Levatair and Seriph (gonna draw later hopefully lol), although she's very distant from them. CC gets annoyed by Lev and shits on him alot for being a "seeker stereotype". Seriph can respect CC's drive, but they fight every time CC is being abusive @ Lev.

In regards to Pre-War, CC was still "Soara", before they changed it (Lev often forgets-). Soara had a similar mindset to Starscream, as both cold construct seekers who wanted to be more than that, and pursue science. Soara was one of the many fliers denied access to the Science Academy, and instead would break in to eavesdrop, borrow equipment/the labs at night, etc. Although they'd gained the knowledge thru their self taught coding/hacking skills, they knew they'd never be taken seriously in the industry. so she was drawn to Megatron, when he was giving his speeches about the fragged up class system.

She joined the Decepticons with the other seekers, but pushed her identity as a scientist and coder by changing their name. They clawed their way up by Shockwave's side, and often works rather closely with him on larger projects. Although they still have to constantly prove themself so they don't drag behind and be demoted to just another seeker in the field. CC's relationship with Shockwave is tense, as he has retained a bit of a classiest mindset (his reason for being with the cons cuz he was fucked up and ostracized for his experiments and all that). He constantly will undermine her intelligence as a seeker, give arduously detailed instructions, leave out details that "doesn't concern her", etc. He doesn't /totally/ discount her; more of the "your smarter than average, I'll grant you that", kinda energy. And CC hates that slag. She likes the projects and being able to work with Shockwave, and is professional, but absolutely shit talks about him to Starscream. She also agrees with Star deeper into the war when Megatron gets more a-wall, that there should be a new leader. They support Star as a good option, but are far more subtle in their want to overthrow bitches. and they don't stick their neck out for Star by any means.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 5

Warnings- Cheating, manipulation, possessiveness, angst, revelations.

Lloyd's patience started to wane as he cleared his throat, “Are we going to get to the point anytime soon, Levinson?” His voice carried a hint of irritation and anticipation, echoing the collective desire for some clarity.

Ari, his ever-present charm still intact, replied with a sly smile, “I was just getting there, Lloyd. Patience is a virtue, as they say.”

Ari reached into his bag, extracting a manila folder and handed it to you, his eyes darting around the room as he shared his findings. “Well, I dug into their past, and it turns out Steve and Bucky have been friends since childhood,” he stated emphatically. His words hung in the air for a moment before he continued, “And get this, Steve has been in constant contact with Bucky ever since you left him. They've been talking frequently.”

His revelation sent a chill down your spine, the realization that Steve and Bucky had been in close contact adding a new layer of complexity to the situation. Lloyd's grip tightened around you, and Andy leaned forward, his brow furrowing in concentration. Clearly, the mention of Bucky's involvement had piqued their interest.

Ari's voice turned solemn as he continued, “And here's where it gets interesting, Steve and Bucky have a history of sharing women. They've both had a habit of pursuing the same woman, often simultaneously.”

The revelation hit you hard, and a wave of nausea washed over you. Your voice trembled as you uttered weakly, “Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick.” Lloyd's grip on you tightened, and you could practically feel the tension in the room skyrocket. You exchanged a glance with Nick, both of you silently contemplating the implications of this revelation.

“Steady now, Sugar,” Lloyd's voice carried a soothing tone, his touch offering a sense of stability. His arm wrapped protectively around you. You sunk into the cushions, still reeling from the sickening revelation, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to fall into place.

Ari's voice broke through the heavy silence, “Ah, and when I dug deeper, I discovered some interesting links to Tony Stark.” The mention of Tony Stark immediately piqued everyone's attention.

“Tony is not only a significant finance partner in Steve's company but his wife, Pepper, runs a renowned charity dedicated to protecting and supporting abused women,” Ari explained. The revelation of this connection sent shockwaves through the room, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“With Pepper Stark being highly vocal in the fight against domestic abuse and the wrong doings against women, your separation from Steve can undoubtedly get her attention.” Ari added. The implications of this fact weighed heavily on the group, and the atmosphere grew more fraught as the web of connections became increasingly tangled.

Your voice trembled as you voiced your thoughts. “I can't believe this... Is Steve trying to save his reputation, just because he doesn't want to lose Tony as a finance partner?” The realization that Steve's motives might be driven by financial self-interest rather than genuine concern added a new layer of disappointment to the already tangled situation.

Ari shrugged nonchalantly, his expression hard to decipher. “The timing seems a bit convenient, doesn't it? I mean, considering the fact that Pepper Stark fights for domestic violence and other crimes for victims through her charity. Steve must have feared it would look bad when news of your separation spreads.”

His words left a bitter taste in your mouth, confirming your suspicions.

Ari's voice deepened as he considered the situation further. “There's something else to consider, though. We only have half the picture here because Bucky's involvement complicates things. We can't be sure if Steve's primary motivation is saving his reputation or if there's something else at play.”

The uncertainty surrounding Bucky's role in this web of connections further clouded the path forward.

Nick's voice piped up, seeking further insight. “Can you tell us more about Barnes?”

Ari nodded, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the information. “Barnes has been in London, overseeing his family's assets. His last known relationship was with a woman named Dot.”

A flicker of confusion passed over your face, as Lloyd's chuckle echoed through the room. “Dot? Seriously?” he manages to get out, his laughter barely contained. Ari nodded, confirming the name, which only seemed to amuse Lloyd further. “No exclamation or question mark?” Lloyd finally burst out laughing, struggling to contain his amusement at the name.

The tension in the room eased slightly as Lloyd's laughter broke the tension, providing a fleeting moment of levity in the midst of the heavy discussion.

“Ah, that would be Dorothea, not just Dot,” Ari clarified, his voice dripping with amusement. “So, we're talking about a full-on Dorothea situation here, not just a simple Dot.”

The revelation prompted Lloyd to release another burst of laughter, the seriousness of the situation momentarily forgotten as they all grappled with the absurdity of the name.

Andy's voice broke through the brief laughter, swiftly redirecting the conversation back on topic. “Right, enough with the laughter. Let's focus on the case, shall we? We need to understand why Bucky gave Steve the video and why they're in constant contact. And most importantly, what does Bucky want?”

Lloyd's laughter ceased immediately, and the room fell quiet as they all waited for Ari's insights.

Ari's expression turned serious once more, his earlier amusement quickly replaced by a determined resolve. “You're right, we need to figure out their motives. Bucky's involvement opens up a whole new can of worms.” he conceded.

The intensity in the room grew palpable as they all shifted focus, ready to dissect the next piece of this perplexing puzzle. Ari takes your hands, gently squeezing them, to make you feel better. Lloyd glares at him with venom, Andy and Nick share a glance, trying to figure who Lloyd wants to kill first, Steve or Ari? Looking right now, Ari is winning.

“Tells me about Steve and Bucky…” Ari tells you and you nod, glancing at Lloyd, you feel your heart flutter. The way he looks at you, eyes soft, but jaw set, as his eyes are looking at Ari still holding your hands, just tells you, he's jealous and as you know Lloyd never gets jealous.

Ever since you left your house, Lloyd has been extra protective and caring. Always trying to cheer you up. Protect you at any cost.

You take a deep breath and tell Ari, what you shared with the boys earlier. “I swear, I don't know when he recorded us. Please believe me, I really don't know about it.” you cry hiding your face in your hands.

Nick grabs your hand, “Hey don't you worry, we have got this. Ari and I will find out more about Steve and Bucky, okay? Leave all the planning to us.” You smile in return forever grateful to them. 

Time had passed, few days later, the group had gathered in Lloyd’s office, the air heavy with anticipation. Ari stood before them, his eyes gleaming with a new found idea. “I think I have something that might help,” he began, his voice filled with confidence.

Lloyd, Nick, and Andy turned their attention to Ari, silently urging him to continue.

“We can search Steve’s house and office, in his absence.” “That is illegal!” Andy reminds him.

Ari nodded, “True, it's not strictly legal,” he conceded. “But desperate times call for desperate measures, and if we want to find some evidence against Steve, searching his office and house might be our best bet.” Ari explained, conviction evident in his voice.

Andy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still uncertain about the implications of such action. Nick, meanwhile, leaned forward, intrigued by Ari’s suggestion.

“We need to remember the risks involved…” Nick finally interjected, his voice a mix of caution and determination. “What if we get caught? We could get into serious trouble. We need to think this through carefully.”

The group exchanged uneasy looks, each weighing the options. While desperation clawed at them, the potential consequences loomed large, making it a difficult decision to make.

A wave of unease washed over you as Ari's gaze fixed onto you. You could sense his cunning mind formulating a plan, and you braced yourself for what was to come. With a sly smile, Ari began to explain, “We need to find a way to distract Steve, and I believe you're the key to that, gorgeous.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling within you. Lloyd, Nick, and Andy all exchanged knowing look. “What are you planning Levinson?” Lloyd asks.

“But…”

Ari continued, undeterred by your attempted interruption. “You call Steve and convince him to meet you in a public place, like a restaurant. He won't try anything in public. I trust that he will cooperate.”

The group fell silent, contemplating the plan. Nick and Andy both nodded in agreement, while Lloyd raised an eyebrow, skeptically.

“Alright, so Steve takes the bait and meets me in public. What happens next?” You posed the question to Ari, your voice trembling slightly. Ari's eyes sparkled with the thrill of the plan, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Your heart raced as Ari explained the plan. “Jake, my hacker, will place a tiny, hidden camera and microphone under the table during your meeting with Steve. Your role is to engage him in conversation, and we hope that he'll implicitly confess his threats. Meanwhile, Nick and Jake will discreetly search his house, and Lloyd will search his office. This way, we cover multiple fronts and hope to uncover the full scope of the situation.”

Lloyd's protective instincts kicked in as he protested the plan, “Absolutely not. I'm not letting her go alone with Steve. It's too risky.” His voice was filled with concern, the thought of you being vulnerable in Steve's presence clearly troubling him.

However, Ari stood his ground, reassuring Lloyd with a firm tone. “It's the best way to draw Steve out in public. We'll have everything in place, she'll be perfectly safe. Mr and Andy will be there too.”

Your heart raced with fear, the thought of calling Steve and meeting him filling you with dread. “I don't know if I can do this,” you whispered, your voice trembling with uncertainty. Lloyd, sensing your unease, reached out to comfort you. “You won't be alone,” he assured you, his voice filled with conviction.

“Please, I need some time to prepare. Give me a day,” you requested, your voice filled with apprehension.

“Of course, Sugar, take your time.” Lloyd said, giving the guys a look.

After two days… okay three days later, you decide to call Steve. Ari invites his hacker Jake Jensen. 

With a deep breath, you finally picked up the phone and dialed Steve's number. Your heart was pounding, your palms were sweaty, and you could barely focus your thoughts.

For a fleeting moment, you considered hanging up, but then Steve's voice came through, his deep timbre piercing through the tension. “Hello, baby doll.” he answered cordially.

Summoning all your strength, you responded with a calm voice, “Steve, we need to meet. I have something important to discuss with you.”

Steve's laughter echoed through the line, his ego inflating at your request. “You think you can just call me and invite me to meet? That's cute,” he sneered, his words dripping with condescension. “Why would I bother meeting you, baby doll?” His demeaning remarks fueled your resolve, and you steeled yourself to stand your ground. “Just come back home like a loyal wife and we'll talk as much as you want!” He orders.

“It's important, Steve. Please, meet me. It won't take long...” you pleaded, keeping your voice steady despite the turmoil within.

After a moment of hesitation, Steve finally relented. “Fine, I'll meet you at that Italian restaurant downtown,” he said gruffly. “And make sure you're there on time. I won't wait around for you.”

Once Steve hung up, you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves.

Lloyd, Nick, Andy and Ari, all huddled around you, their expressions filled with encouragement. “You did great,” Lloyd praised, a hint of pride in his voice. “We know Steve can be a handful, but you managed to get him to agree to meet.” Nick said in agreement, offering a reassuring smile. “Just focus on your plan, we'll be watching every move, remember that.” Andy chimed in; his eyes filled with concern. “Stay strong, gorgeous.” Ari tells you.

Later at night you were sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a huge tub of ice cream, when. “Hey Sugar.”

You look up and see Lloyd leaned against the wall.

“Hey you… ice cream?” you offer and instead of getting a spoon he simply opens his mouth for you to feed him, which you gladly do.

“Thank you for helping me so much Lloyd, you, Andy, Nick, Ari, Jake all of you.” you tell him, as you keep eating and feeding him, ice cream.

Lloyd chuckles, till he notices the ice cream smudged around the corner of your lips. Lloyd reached out and gently brushed his thumb over the spot, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. The casual intimacy of the gesture caught you off guard, and you found yourself blushing slightly. Lloyd smiled at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

The air between you crackled with tension, the atmosphere growing more intimate. Lloyd's eyes darkened with desire as he continued to stare at your mouth. You could feel the heat radiating between you, the pull of attraction becoming harder to resist.

Leaning closer, Lloyd caressed your cheek gently, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “These lips…” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “They drive me crazy.”

His confession hung in the air, the raw honesty of his words sending waves of excitement through you. You reached up, gently tracing your fingers along his jawline, going up his lips, feeling his moustache.

You could feel his breath hitch as your touch sent a jolt of desire through him. The proximity, the intimacy, the unspoken longing between you grew.

Without a second thought, your lips suddenly met in a fervent kiss. Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. The taste of his lips was like a forbidden fruit, leaving you craving for more.

He grabs you by the hips, standing between your legs and you straddle his waist, pulling your face up with the same roughness, because you need to be closer, need to taste deeper, need to make up for whatever that was missing or not.

“Finally,” he groans.

The kiss deepened, and you became acutely aware, of the sensation of his moustache as it brushed against your upper lip. The feeling grew incredibly intimate. His moustache added a unique texture to the already passionate kiss, heightening the intensity of the moment.

You savored the way it moved against your skin, the prickly yet soothing sensations flooding your senses. It was a distinct reminder of his masculinity, adding an extra layer of desire and heat to the connection between you.

He whimpers, grinding his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock firmly against your core. “Fuck” Lloyd growls, bringing his mouth back down to yours, using his hands to push against your skin, underneath your t-shirt, cupping your breasts.

After some minutes he pulls away, “As much as I want to take you right now Sugar, we need to wait and trust me, I'm not regretting this, but you need to be prepared for me. I'm not going to take advantage of your vulnerable state.” You pout at him and he kisses you again, your brain still buzzing from the high, of finally knowing what his mouth feels.

Part 4- Part 6

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[ao3feed-skystar]

Lone Star in my Sky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xly6RrC by MesuGachipon Starscream, notorious as the brutal second-in-command to the Decepticon movement, has grown bitter since Skyfire left him for the Autobots. He grows tired of his work, feeling that more violence and taking revenge on the one who hurt him most will be the antidote to his unresolved emotional issues. He has known nothing but war for millions of years, and his desire to overthrow the tyrannical Megatron wanes on every failed treacherous plan he devises. Starscream is afraid of losing that fire that invigorated him to join the Decepticons from jumpstart. One day, he ends up being saved by Skyfire, and eventually grows to forgive his former expedition partner. The question is now on whether he will suffer the same fate as with his former faction; doomed to a cycle of betrayal and regret, or if he will grow from his past and be a better bot for Skyfire and his own wellbeing. Words: 2574, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Transformers Generation One, Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Hot Rod (Transformers), Aerialbots (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Megatron, Blitzwing (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Ultra Magnus (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Kickback (Transformers), Bombshell (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Constructicons (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Bluestreak (Transformers) Relationships: Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Arcee/Hot Rod (background) Additional Tags: Emotionally Repressed, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Trauma, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Redemption, No Smut, Transformers Spark Bonds, Seeker Culture (Transformers), Seeker Trines (Transformers), Fish out of Water, Canon-Typical Violence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xly6RrC

[south-of-heaven]

can I get a damian priest x reader story Where the reader gets injured from Rhea and Damian is handcuffed to the ring rope so he cant save the reader

Brutality || Damian Priest x Reader

Summary: You get injured in your mixed tag match and Damian is cuffed to the ropes, rendered helpless.

A/N: This is set before The Judgement Day was even a thing.

The chaos of the match surrounds you as your heart races in sync with the crowd's cheers and roars. The adrenaline courses through your veins as you exchange fierce moves with Rhea Ripley, the tension palpable in the air. The clash of bodies and the echo of the crowd's excitement create a surreal atmosphere, a battlefield where you fight for victory.

But then, a sudden, brutal impact to the back of your head sends shockwaves through your body. The world tilts on its axis, and for a brief moment, everything goes dark. The pain radiates, and you feel yourself being engulfed by the abyss.

Through the haze, you hear the crowd's reaction shift from exhilaration to shock. The realization that you've been blindsided by a steel chair shot dawns upon you. The sharp pang in your head is a testament to the force of Rhea's attack, leaving you momentarily disoriented and weakened.

Your vision begins to clear just as you see Damian, your partner, struggling against the restraints of the handcuffs that Edge has used to confine him to the ropes. Helpless, he watches as Rhea continues her assault on you, his frustration and desperation evident in his eyes.

The sound of the bell and the announcement of Rhea and Edge as the victors is a bitter pill to swallow, but the match is over. The cuffs are removed, and Damian rushes to your side, his concern etched across his features. His touch is gentle but urgent as he checks on your injuries, his voice a soothing anchor amidst the chaos.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice is laced with worry, and you can feel the tension in his hands as they cradle your face.

You manage a weak nod, mustering a small, pained smile for him. His gaze never wavers from you, his focus unwavering even as the world continues to spin around you.

Without a word, Damian gathers you into his arms, lifting you with a careful strength that reassures you. As he carries you out of the ring, the roar of the crowd fades into the background, and all that matters is the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

His strides are purposeful, his protective presence a shield against the world's chaos. You cling to him, your injuries a testament to the intensity of the match, but also a testament to your determination and strength.

The journey to the backstage area feels like a blur, and before you know it, you're settled on a medical table, Damian by your side. His hand remains entwined with yours, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. "You're safe now."

As the medical staff tends to your injuries, Damian's unwavering gaze never leaves you. And in that moment, amidst the pain and the chaos, you know that you have something more powerful than any championship title—a partner who will always be there, ready to protect you, to carry you through both the battles in and out of the ring.

[thehuntsmaster]

SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT I.

Including my tfocs Morgana & Tusk. TFP Dreadwing too!

Tusk has located Dreadwing to—in his optics, has taken away his now ex-wife, Morgana. Dreadwing has effortlessly fatigued the little autobot until Morgana can intervene from offlining her poor foolish ex-husband.

The battlefield crackled with the hum of energon-charged blasters and the roaring of engines overhead. Dust and ash choked the air as Cybertron’s battlegrounds trembled under the clash of Autobots and Decepticons. The war had been long and bitter, but there was something more personal at stake in this fight for Tusk, who stood tense and ready, his optics locked on a single figure that had landed in front of him.

Dreadwing—the powerful Decepticon lieutenant—descended from the skies, his imposing figure landing with a heavy thud, sending shockwaves through the ground. He stood tall, wings flared in a silent show of power. His optics glowed with a stern coldness as he looked at the Autobot before him, reading the emotions that played out on Tusk’s face. Dreadwing had faced countless Autobots before, but something was different about this one. There was a look of burning rage, but beneath it, an unmistakable layer of heartache.

Tusk clenched his fists, sparks flying as his grip tightened around his blade. His alt-mode had given him the speed and agility to evade Decepticon forces for most of the fight, but now that he stood face-to-face with Dreadwing, there was nowhere else to run, nowhere to hide. And he didn’t want to.

"You," Tusk spat, his voice thick with bitterness. "You're the one. You're the one taking her away from me!"

Dreadwing remained impassive, his expression a mask of calm but deeply rooted irritation. He straightened his back and gave a sharp look at the Autobot racer standing before him, clearly agitated and irrational. Dreadwing wasn’t sure what had triggered this specific outburst, but he already knew who the Autobot was referring to.

“Morgana?” Dreadwing said, his voice low and measured. “You are mistaken, Autobot. I have no claim to her. She is a warrior—a Decepticon—just like me.”

Tusk growled in frustration, his engines revving as if he was preparing to charge. "Don't lie to me! I know the look in your optics. You two… you fight together. You protect her. You don’t care about anything else except her survival! You… you’ve taken her from me. She was mine once!"

Dreadwing's optics narrowed, finally understanding the root of the Autobot's fury. He knew who Tusk was. Morgana had spoken briefly about her past, about an Autobot she had left behind when she dedicated herself to the Decepticon cause. This wasn’t just some random soldier; this was the former partner of the lieutenant herself.

“Your quarrel is with yourself,” Dreadwing said, his tone cold as he flexed his massive fists. “Morgana made her choice. She is loyal to Megatron and to the Decepticon cause, just as I am. Do not mistake camaraderie for something more.” His wings twitched as he added, “Whatever you had with her—whatever you were to her—is in the past.”

That only seemed to ignite Tusk’s rage further. “You don’t know anything! She was my spark, my world! And you—” He lunged forward, his bladed arm swinging toward Dreadwing in a desperate, angry slash. “You stole her from me!”

Dreadwing easily dodged the strike, his form fluid despite his size. His expression turned darker as Tusk charged again, unrelenting. “I did not steal her. You lost her the moment you became an Autobot. She chose the Decepticon cause over you, and now you cannot accept it.” Dreadwing blocked Tusk's next attack with his forearm, the clang of metal echoing in the air.

The fight began in earnest.

Tusk lashed out with all the speed and precision of a former racer, his blade flicking through the air like lightning. But Dreadwing was stronger, more composed, his massive frame moving with deliberate power. With every strike Tusk made, Dreadwing deflected, parried, or countered, each movement pushing the Autobot further back, closer to the edge of exhaustion.

But Tusk’s rage wouldn’t be so easily quelled. “You don’t get it!” he snarled, his voice strained with anger and desperation. “You’re just another cog in Megatron’s machine! I loved her!”

Dreadwing’s optics flickered as he finally responded, his voice a growl of irritation. “And you think I do not understand what it is to care for a comrade? She is my sister-in-arms, not some prize for you to claim!” His fist collided with Tusk’s midsection, sending him sprawling across the ground.

Tusk wheezed, clutching his chest as he struggled to stand, but Dreadwing’s shadow loomed over him. “She is a warrior, Tusk,” Dreadwing continued, his voice deep and almost sorrowful. “She is not yours. And she never will be again. If you were too blind to see her for the soldier she is, then that is your failure, not mine.”

Tusk coughed, energon dripping from his mouth as he glared up at Dreadwing, refusing to let go of his anger. “You talk about her like she’s a machine… But she was more than that. She had a spark, a real spark…”

Dreadwing paused for a moment, his optics narrowing. “Morgana has more spark than most, Tusk. But she is not the same as she was. Neither are you.”

In one swift movement, Dreadwing seized Tusk by the throat, hoisting him up as if he weighed nothing. Tusk gasped, his optics dimming as the strength drained from his body.

“You fight like a desperate bot clinging to the past,” Dreadwing said, his voice low and dangerous. “But Morgana doesn’t belong in the past. She’s stronger than you know.”

Tusk choked out a response, his voice barely a whisper. “I... I know...”

Dreadwing hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his optics before he tightened his grip. But before he could deliver the final blow, a voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

“Dreadwing! Enough.”

Morgana.

The Decepticon lieutenant stepped into view, her presence alone enough to stop Dreadwing’s assault. Her optics moved between the two combatants—Tusk, bruised and broken, and Dreadwing, still holding him by the throat.

She met Dreadwing’s optics with a steady gaze. “Let him go.”

Dreadwing exhaled slowly, releasing his grip on Tusk and watching as the Autobot crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. He straightened, looking at Morgana with a respectful nod. “He was a fool to fight.”

Morgana stepped closer, her optics cold as they settled on Tusk. “He’s always been a fool,” she said quietly, though there was a trace of something deeper in her voice—something almost like regret. She crouched beside Tusk, her towering form casting a long shadow over him as she knelt, inspecting his wounds. “You shouldn’t have come back.”

Tusk coughed, trying to catch his breath as he looked up at Morgana. There was a flicker of recognition in his optics, a sad, pleading look that spoke more than any words could. “I... I thought I could reach you. I thought...” He groaned in pain, clutching his side where Dreadwing’s blows had left him battered and leaking energon.

Morgana’s expression remained unreadable, though there was a faint tightening around her optics. She rose to her full height, stepping back from him with a sigh. “You should have known better. I’m not the same bot you once knew, Tusk. The war has changed us all.”

Dreadwing stood off to the side, watching the interaction with a sense of detachment, though he still held a deep respect for Morgana’s decision. He crossed his arms, his massive frame casting an imposing silhouette against the darkened landscape.

Tusk struggled to his knees, his optics wide with pain and disbelief. “Morgana... please. We were... we were something once. I don’t care what faction you fight for. I just want...” His voice broke as he looked up at her. “I just want us to be like we were.”

Morgana’s expression hardened. “There is no ‘us’ anymore, Tusk. What we had died a long time ago.” She looked away, her optics flickering with something akin to sorrow before her voice grew colder. “You’re an Autobot. I’m a Decepticon. That’s the only truth left between us.”

Tusk’s face twisted with pain—both physical and emotional. “I... I still believe we can fix this.”

Dreadwing's voice cut in sharply, an edge of impatience growing. "Fix what? You cling to a fantasy, Autobot. Morgana made her choice long ago. Accept it or face your own destruction."

Tusk’s optics, dim and exhausted, flickered between Morgana and Dreadwing. His fists clenched weakly as he tried to find his footing, struggling against the pain wracking his frame. “I don’t believe it’s over. I refuse to believe you’re gone, Morgana. We were bonded, sparked together! That has to mean something!”

Morgana’s optics narrowed, her fists curling at her sides as she took a step closer, her towering frame casting an even longer shadow over the broken Autobot. “That was another life, Tusk. Whatever we shared was consumed by this war, by our choices.”

Her optics flickered with a flash of emotion, but it was quickly buried under layers of hardened resolve. “You chose Optimus’s cause, and I chose Megatron’s. That can’t be undone. Stop holding on to the past. You’re only making this harder for both of us.”

Tusk’s face twisted in anguish, his body trembling as he struggled to rise. “Morgana... please…”

But before he could say more, Morgana’s voice rang out cold and final, cutting through the battlefield noise like a blade. “No, Tusk. It’s over.”

She turned her back on him, her optics locking onto Dreadwing’s as she gave a nod. “Let’s finish this.”

Dreadwing, ever the loyal warrior, acknowledged her words with a deep rumble from his chest. “As you command, Lieutenant.”

Tusk, broken both in body and spirit, watched as Morgana walked away, her allegiance to the Decepticons clear and unwavering. The realization hit him like a final, crushing blow—she was lost to him, not because of Dreadwing or anyone else, but because of the choices they had both made.

The war had taken more than lives; it had taken everything that had once been between them.

As Morgana and Dreadwing rejoined the Decepticon lines, Tusk remained kneeling in the rubble, his spark heavy with loss. The battlefield continued to rage around him, but for the first time, Tusk understood that the war wasn’t just about factions. It was about everything that had been sacrificed along the way.

And Morgana was one of those sacrifices.

[onlineviolence]

this is your sign to go WILD!!!! this is unprompted and I've only found out about your blog TWO SECONDS AGO and I do NOT know ANYTHING EVER you should talk about your ocs and go on unhinged rants about it um gabriel ultrakill told me so

thank you Gabriel ultrakill. Meanwhile (coughs)

i have a few for transformers! Star Seeker brothers Starwalker (left) and Starvoid (right) are known for being very, very fast in battle and relying on each other (they’re rarely seen apart, and Starwalker usually speaks for Starvoid).

Wolfram has had the outlier ability to generate Energon crystals since creation. Because of this, she was a student in Senator Shockwave’s Outlier Academy before the war, and was notably close to Damus and Amp (the three had plans to become Amica Endurae). She used her Energon-creating abilities in her later career as a medic — where she would be infected with a virus that left her half-transformed in her wolf beast mode, vampiric, and slowly dying. Her outlier ability warped into being able to manipulate the energon inside a bot’s veins to crystallise and explode out from their body, or freeze them in place so she could feed on them.

The virus would weaken her spark continuously, and as she drew closer to death she regained her mind bit by bit to become more aware of her surroundings. She would die from this spark failure, fully aware of what she’d become. she also had a husband and son (ambulon and russet)

The Geiger-counter cougar Gei-grr is sapient, but prefers to communicate in beeps and clicks to speaking. He’s very sturdy and is good with kids.

The neutral catsette Keyframe works with Agonizer / aka The Curator at his museum. Keyframe is very fond of archiving and that’s exactly what he does, acquiring rare items and lots of data discs. He has a large collection of footage from the war, and has done business with Rewind before.

In a timeline where Mori escapes from the DJD and isn’t captured afterwards — during the events of Dying of The Light, Mori reaches the Necroworld just after the Lost Light Crew discover that the Necrobot was murdered. He then hesitantly joins them and bonds with Ravage (who is the brother of his adopted father, Glit) and participates in the battle as much as he can.

After the end of the battle and the DJD are dead, Mori gains the ability to see ghosts, and takes on the Necrobot’s job of robot grim reaper.

Sillygoose used to be a bot named Ptarmigan, something they don’t know or remember but is beginning to recollect. Ptarmigan was captured and experimented on by an unknown bot who partnered with the mnemosurgeon Skybound, who had confessed love for Ptarmigan but was rejected. Extremely bitter, Skybound wiped Ptarmigan’s memories and personality completely after an experimental surgery was performed on their spark by the unknown bot.

A catastrophic accident occured at the secret facility Ptarmigan’s surgery and shadowplay was done, moments after it was completed. This gave the confused, nameless, self-less bot an opportunity to escape into the world and rebuild a new identity for themself - named Sillygoose.

[kagebros]

How about post-war ShockOP?

Who wakes up first? Shockwave does. They're still on a schedule they were on for maximum efficiency, but Optimus tries to help them get out of that schedule now that the war is over and that they can relax.

Who is grumpiest in the morning? Optimus. The war's left him a bitter man but at least Shockwave makes it at least a bit better. His grumpiness goes away as soon as he sees Shockwave in the bed beside him.

Who cooks breakfast?  Optimus, he's a bit rusty and has the habit of just drinking a hot cup of energon. Shockwave doesn't need anything much fancy at this point since they don't have the mouth anyway.

Who serves the other breakfast in bed? Shockwave, it's one of their ways of trying to show Optimus how much they appreciate his help plus making a recipe that they knew in the past in a methodical manner is pretty cathartic for them.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home? Optimus, especially since Shockwave still feels the need to work when both of them are old and should rest now.

Who falls asleep on top of the other? Shockwave still falls asleep on top of Optimus, one of the things that stayed the same was how they feel safe in his arms.

Who always has to be touching the other? Shockwave, after the war and the shadowplay, they've been left incredibly touch starved and in most cases end up sitting beside Optimus, snuggled up to him or holding his servos with theirs since they don't have their cannon anymore.

Who stays up until 2 reading? Both of them still do. Shockwave either reading or writing yet another scientific article to be published and Optimus beside them this time reads out fictional novels to them out loud.

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping? Optimus since he's the only one that has the lips to do it.

Who is most adventurous? Still Shockwave, they still feel that need to explore and document everything in the universe.

Who is most protective? Optimus. He's terrified of losing them again.

Who cares too much? Optimus this time, Shockwave still is struggling to care again, but they're getting there. Slowly, but surely.

Who is most competitive?  Shockwave. That fire still hasn't left them and they tend to lose themselves in their work because of it.

Who sings in the shower? Shockwave! After the shadowplay, that confidence they had in the past doesn't exist all that much anymore so they stick to singing softly in the shower. Optimus sings with them in solidarity before the two fall quiet together and just hold each other in the shower.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places? Optimus. It doesn't happen often tho.

Rate this ship: Well. Y'all already know :]

[primergon]

Hello i was wondering if i can request an TFP match up! ☺️

Im a ENFP, female, 5’5 and a scorpio

i go by she/her they/them im very talkative and interactive with people even with people i don’t really know im very good at starting conversations.

personality wise, i’m very kind and caring but i get irritated/angry very easily if poked the wrong way, i’m very ditsy and say stuff i never meant to say which cause issues, also very dramatic at certain stuff like shows and things i enjoy, im also very curious about things and i’m always try to learn more about people.

things i love are; cats and dogs, Drawing, doing makeup, drawing and writing for my friends, i also love coffee.

i get very clingy with my friends i enjoy hugging and hand holding (platonically). i also curse a lot when i don’t mean to. i try my best and help people around me but never really take care of my own mental health issues.

A/N: Hello anon, hope you are well! Thanks for sending your ask <3 I am indecisive so I think I'll pair you up with TFP Ratchet and Shockwave!

TFP RATCHET

01| Although Ratchet is more quiet and reserved personality-wise, he is attracted to your playful and lively nature. You insisted on befriending him, your outgoing nature leading you to start conversations with Ratchet. Even if he initially showed no interest in returning the gesture, he started to warm up to you. The doctor finds himself missing you, catching himself disturbed by the silence. Your chatter would usually keep him occupied, a background noise he enjoys to listen and engage with during work. Ratchet would nag you whenever you don't visit often ( he says he's worried that the location of this base may be compromised but everyone knows it's because he wants you to keep him company. )

02| Ratchet likes how curious you are at everything, he is inquisitive by nature. It warms his heart to see you playing with the children and the animals you pass by on patrol. Your genuine curiosity towards Ratchet's past made him open up to you. He's touched that you were willing to listen to him the same way he listens to you. As much as Ratchet scoffs at your dramatic retelling of the most recent episode of your favorite show, he's actually interested. You were surprised that he remembers every detail. " Don't just end the story there, what happened to your favorite character ?" " Wait, you were listening? So you do care !"

03| Arguments were inevitable, yet they don't happen often. You may share playful banter a handful of times, but serious disagreements were usually avoided through open communication. Both you and Ratchet are more emotionally attuned than others, and you both tend to say things you don't mean in an argument. No one likes to fight with their partners, so you both always make sure to find a solution to it. While Ratchet brings creative solutions and commitment to fixing problems, you offer a more flexible attitude that helps dissolve tension. Ratchet likes how you can make him smile whenever he's in a bad mood.

04| Both you and Ratchet can often forget to take care of yourselves. So you both take it upon yourselves to look out for another. He's not exactly clingy, but he will return gestures of affection when you're both alone. While your cursing may bother Ultra Magnus, Ratchet isn't phased, not when he likes to mutter curses under his breath on a particularly rough day too.

TFP SHOCKWAVE

01| Shockwave isn't completely detached from his emotions as everyone says. Cybetronians aren't robots, they can't just turn off their feelings and conscience. He has only suppressed them to the point of numbness. Yet, this doesn't mean he doesn't feel. He's curious about this growing attraction he has towards you. As cruel as it sounds he initially saw you as an experiment and he didn't notice your presence much. Until he starts hearing laughter from the corridors. He'd catch you chatting with the Vehicons and sharing quips with Knockout. He finds you strange. He finds you intriguing.

02| Shockwave is a logical thinker and prefers to discuss issues by addressing facts; while you generally prefer to address the emotional aspects of an issue. As much as he didn't want to admit it, you complete one another. There is balance in your work, and that is more than enough for Shockwave to start valuing you. Eventually, he doesn't only see you as an equal, but he sees you as someone special to him. It's been a while since he explored anything romantic towards anyone. At times you'd argue because of his bluntness, it would lead to a lot of miscommunication. However, you were more than happy to take the lead. Even if the gesture isn't outwardly noticeable, our scientist is also making efforts.

03| He likes to stare. At first, you think it's creepy, but then you realize he was admiring you. It took you a while to catch on when he doesn't have a face. His glowing red eye may be intimidating, but you don't miss the subtle show of love he has towards you whenever you pick up a stray cat to cuddle it. You weren't allowed to reveal your location to anyone but you were allowed to write letters to your loved ones ( after much convincing on your part. ) So he watches you neatly fold the paper into an envelop to be shipped back home. Shockwave says he's watching to supervise you so you won't compromise the Decepticon cause or reveal any sensitive information on your letters, but you once had caught him longingly hold the paper across his fingers.

04| He doesn't understand why you like to drink so much coffee when it tastes bitter. Yet he knows it makes you productive, so he would ask several Vehicons to fetch you some lattes. It was a funny sight, yet you are always thankful for the delivery after a long day in the lab. Shockwave would hold it out to you gently, making sure that your order is right every time. Your fingers would brush and he'd cradle your palm tenderly. It may be subtle, but coming from Shockwave, it was more than enough.

I hope you enjoy this Anon ! xx

[hephaestiions]

past midnight, st. mungo’s pallid lighting is sicklier than its patients

and that’s saying something, given that Draco is wand-deep in the chest of a witch who exsanguinated herself in a burst of accidental magic during—? Ah, yes, vampire role play. Vampire role-play of the sexual variety— another instance of this job making Draco frequently consider joining the anti-kinksters out in front of the new sex shop in Diagon Alley. Admittedly, it would be rather hypocritical to hold a sign in one hand and a package in the other, but nothing quite like the night shift in the emergency ward to become an enthusiastic, pamphlet-distributing advocate for gentle, gentle vanilla sex.  

All this to say Draco is at Mungo’s past midnight, something a specialist in Mind Healing could reasonably hope they’d left behind in residency. But even the peaky lights, and the patient lying cut open on the table, insides flush with freshly infused blood, and the Medi-witch who doesn’t like him being the only one on call is better than a cold bed and Harry’s apologetic face bobbing in the Floo, it’s an important raid, Draco, there are children at stake, you understand how it is.

Draco tries very hard to be a better person on a daily basis these days so he didn’t say fuck the children. He said give them hell and clung to the afterimage of Harry’s smile while Flooing in to Mungo’s for an increasingly familiar red-eyed night-shift.

Which also happens to be why he’s there when a panicked Junior Auror calls in to the front desk, a raid’s gone wrong and three injured Aurors are being brought in and Merlin, they’re all bleeding so much, how many Healers are available—

To Draco’s credit, he doesn’t let the peripheral chaos distract him from telling the other traumatised participant of the vampire role-play that her partner’s surgery was successful. To his discredit, he doesn’t stick around to answer questions before he’s racing into the foyer where multiple maroon robes and grim faces are gathering around three makeshift stretchers.

When Robards gets in his face the second he notices him, Draco knows without a shadow of doubt Harry’s hurt.

“Healer Malfoy—”

“Let me through.”

“They have protocols against family—”

“Let me through.”

“Draco, he’s—” Alarmingly, Robards looks like he’s about to cry. “He’s dead.”

Draco can’t help it, he laughs. It’s bitter and tired, too raw to be real, but the truth is—

“Really wouldn’t be the first time now, would it?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Healer Choudhury levitate one of the stretchers, accompanied by two interns who look inappropriately excited. Their eyes meet for a second and Anita’s face twists, but she shakes her head. Not Harry.

By the time Draco successfully pushes past Robards into the loose group of Aurors, there’s only one stretcher still lying there, two Healers kneeling by it, wands slack in their grips. Draco knows Beckinsdale, doesn’t understand why he’s sitting there looking upset and grieving when there’s work to be done—

That’s not Harry. Too pale, lips turning almost white, congealed blood a crown around his head, thick in the wound at his throat.

That’s Harry’s body.

There are hands on his arms, and a voice in his ear, we found him too late, he got Confringo’d in the throat, but Draco’s falling. His knees hit the cold linoleum, sending shockwaves through his bones. It hurts in a way his heart can’t; holes don’t hurt in the moment they’re made and the one in Draco’s chest is still expanding. There was Draco Before, who cringed at the woman with all her blood on the outside of her body even as her heart struggled to beat. And there is now Draco After, who acutely understands the moment of being pushed to the brink where your magic has had enough, where it gives in and gives you what you want.  

Harry has died before, times when his heart stopped or his injuries looked too severe to save. But even as he reaches for Harry’s cold wrist, knowing what he will— won’t— find,

Wouldn’t be the first time.

It’s the last.

written for the wheel of drarry mini exchange for @lucienneart who asked for healer draco/harry, some (maybe) medical stuff and said they like mcd. i hope you enjoy this, darling <3 also written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: ‘first time’ which is truly the most versatile prompt i’ve ever written for. figures that i’d make it angsty. 

[inknopewetrust]

In Another Universe Part 4 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: The reunion you've both been waiting forever for.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is it! Thank you all for showing interest in this series and being so enthusiastic about it. @jupitersmooneuropa, this is for you! You're idea was so wonderful, I just couldn't resist making it into a mini-series and I hope I did you proud. Requests are currently CLOSED but will be open again soon. Check out my MASTERLIST for all other works!

Being a hero meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some loved the fame, the recognition, the money that sometimes came with, while some just wanted to be helpful and loved for their work. But one quality heroes had in common was that they were able to calm their nerves in the most crucial moments.

For Marcus Moreno, that crucial moment was now, and he could barely contain his nerves.

Clint could feel the anxiety radiating off the man. Marcus tried to play it cool because he had everything that made him seem cool: the swords, the tactical gear, his stoic face, but it wasn't enough to mask emotions from a world-class spy. Though Clint was able to sense it, he wasn't sure what exactly to say. He had only heard about Marcus through you, he only knew what little you told him, and that was how he determined Marcus wasn't some alien but the man you've been waiting for.

It was an awkward silence. One filled with the quiet roaring of the engines and every now and again, the sound of alerts from the computers around them. Clint kept his eyes on the sky while Marcus took peaks at the landscape below. The world looked so much like his own... just not as technically advanced as his own. The clouds swallowed the sip and his eyes drifted forward again as he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Nervous?" Clint managed to crack Marcus a smile and glanced at the man sitting to his right. Marcus chuckled, nodding his head with a nonchalance.

"You could say that."

"There's no reason for you to be."

"There's always a chance for something to go wrong."

Clint shrugged and flipped some switches as the quinjet began to descend.

"Are we there already?"

"Almost. About 5 minutes out."

Another uneasy silence fell over them but Clint wasn't contributing to it. Marcus just wanted everything to be like it was before. You, Missy, and himself in a home that felt like home. He couldn't have asked for a better partner in life and work, and it was taken away from him just like your life was taken away from you, but he wasn't going to say his life was better without you because it wasn't. Marcus just feared that maybe this life here was better than the one you had built with him. No one's reassurance except your own could tell him otherwise.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marcus glanced at Clint before returning to look forward again, a little embarrassed to be talking about you with someone he didn't know. But he knew you loved Clint like a brother, just as Natasha had been a sister, so he understood there was a level of trust there. Clint mumbled a 'go ahead' but his attention wasn't entirely on Marcus.

"Is she happy here?"

'Loaded question, but alright Mr. other world.' Clint thought before answering with the only truthful answer that could be given. He has watched the progression of a quiet depression become one of reclusiveness and a bitter happiness. You weren't happy here, in this world, with him or any of the Avengers. Natasha was gone, Steve was gone, Wanda was MIA, Bucky and Sam were on their own adventures. No one was here except him and that wasn't nearly enough to support someone who lost everything and then some because of a greedy man with glowing stones. This wasn't your home anymore.

"Was. She was at one time. I don't think this is where her heart is anymore."

Clint gave him a flat smile but Marcus did not return it. The thought alone of you avoiding social contact because happiness was ripped away from you in every direction was heart-wrenching. He never wanted to bring you any pain and a part of him couldn't help but believe that if he tried harder, if he hadn't wasted time being upset with your arrival years ago, things may have been different.

"We're here."

The announcement sent shockwaves through him. A thunderbolt of pure, unexplainable fear and anticipation of seeing you again struck his core. This was it; this was his endgame and the farm that slowly made itself clear out the window was the destination.

"Let me go in and see them first, make sure they're home, and then I'll come back. Is that alright?"

Marcus could only nod and watch the man grab his bags and bow and leave the jet. Marcus unbuckled himself because there was no point in staying in the seat. The back was left open and while Clint had told him to stay, he couldn't help but walk down the ramp and stand just to the side of the jet. He ran his hand over the side of the matte gray finish, slightly impressed by the time it took to get there. It was faster than he thought even if it felt like an eternity.

The house was a nice weathered white. It had seen better days and as Clint approached the door, he noted all the fixes needed. The rusted door handle, the broken pot in the corner, an abundance of yard toys and broken bicycle parts laid around him. He managed to open the door with limited squeaking, but Laura heard it and so did Lila. The boys weren't home because if they were, they would have tackled him to the ground the moment they heard the ship land in the yard.

"Clint!? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back for two weeks." Laura said as soon as she came around the corner from the kitchen. Lila was right behind her with a smile and hug for him–which he gladly accepted.

"Emergency. Where is Y/n? I have something I think she'd want to see."

Laura furrowed her eyebrows and moved to the window. Outside, beside the jet, stood a man who could have been a new Avenger for all she knew. She turned back to Clint, moving away from the window so Lila could sneak a glance too.

"What is it? Who is that man out there?"

"That man is Marcus. That Marcus. He just appeared at the compound looking for her. They apparently have been trying to find a way to bring her back and whatever he did, it worked."

Laura let out an audible gasp, returning to the window and looking at the man. Slowly, just as Clint had hours before, she began to piece together the man before her eyes from the stories you had told her about.

"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" She almost yelled so loudly the neighbors two blocks away could hear her. Clint shushed her but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. Laura ran to the staircase and yelled up it.

"Y/n! Get down here!"

"Oh my God, Clint! She had a great day today and wow-I just can't believe it."

You had heard Laura's loud enthusiasm from the room you had been staying in. You thought you'd leave her be until her voice trailed up the stairs again and she called out to you. It wasn't like you had any idea of what was going on. You heard the quinjet, figured Clint was back, and it was around dinner time so maybe it was time to eat? It was the first time in a long time that your thoughts hadn't been cluttered with death or sadness, but those feelings lingered. You exited the room, walked down the stairs and smiling at Clint when you saw his face.

"How's the girl?" Kate Bishop.

"She's a real hero." Clint replied and you nodded your head in reply. Doing so, you managed to turn toward the window from your place on the second to last step. Outside sat the quinjet that had taken so many of you and your friends on missions that could have well been your last. But it wasn't the vehicle that caught your undivided attention, but the body beside it. Standing tall in black.

Your eyes had to have been deceiving you.

"What is going on?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but Laura caught it, smiling and grabbing your hand. Your attention never left the window. The man was pacing slightly, a nervous tick you were sure you knew.

"Laura-"

"Go and see for yourself, Y/n." Her voice was quiet too but reassuring and warm, like a mothers should be. The man outside didn't know what was going on, but he left your sight because you descended the rest of the steps and ran out the door.

The door squeaked loudly this time and with a bang, fell shut. You barely made it to the steps before you stopped on the gravel. about 20 yards away, the man heard the door and turned.

Even if the entire world was watching the scene unfold on Clint's lawn, many could not recall who moved first. Laura would say Marcus because that's who she could see, but you were slightly convinced it was your own feet. Nevertheless, after the door had slammed and the two of you met again, the universe drew you together like magnets. You ran, he ran, and with the collision, you both wrapped your arms around each other and soon your feet were off the ground.

You could barely say a word with your blubbering tears, and he wasn't about to make his obvious either so instead of talking, he just pulled away enough to look you in the face. Your eyes the same, your nose the same, your lips still perfect to him. Your hands moved from around his neck to his face. You gently held his face in your hands as you tried to control yourself.

"You're really here?" It was a broken ask but he managed a smile and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I missed you s-so much." Marcus couldn't help but grin at the admission. It was everything and more than he wanted to hear.

"I love you. I love you so damn much." His hand rested on the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. His lips were just as you remembered.

Perfectly him and as if they were made for your own.

Reunions were sentimental and good. But they were followed with a series of questions that were often difficult to hear. Marcus had held you for a long time. You weren't sure how long and you weren't exactly complaining either, but there was a linger question: how did he get here and how in the world are you getting back?

You had been adamant in telling him 'yes' the moment Marcus asked you the question about returning to his world. That was the plan for you. There were no other options because life with Marcus and Missy was your life now and whoever was left that loved you like family had to accept that. Marcus had explained the machine built to travel through worlds over dinner with Clint because perhaps he could be the one to help. He had travelled through time before so what is traveling through universes, right?

But later that night, when the reunion had settled and everyone had gone to bed, Marcus sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with a woman he loves. Clint could help you, but he needed time. So, he left with the jet while you stayed with the family and Marcus. He went to go see Stephen Strange because he managed to pick up the phone late that night.

"Do you think they'll be able to get us back? I don't want to leave Missy there all alone." Marcus voiced his worry with a sad reflection. You sat up from your reclined position and waddled over to him, running your hands up his back and then around his shoulders before he gently took them and tugged them around him. He missed your touch so much.

"You've never seen Dr. Stephen Strange do his 'magic' so I think there's a chance."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He turned his head just enough so he could look at your face. You may have been a spy, but your eyes never lied to him. He knew you better than any interrogator could ever wish to have known you.

"Yes, I want to be with you and Missy and all those heroes with weird names." You laughed for the first time in a long time and it was music to his ears. He smiled to where his eyes crinkled in the corners as your fingers played with the nape of his neck where his loose hair sat.

"I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Your happiness means everything to me."

"I am happy with you. I am happy in our home. This makes me happy."

That was enough for him. The next day you both waited... and waited... and waited for even one word from Clint, but nothing came. Sometime in the afternoon, the heavy engine of the quinjet could be heard in the yard so you dropped the puzzle pieces on the table beside Lila, grabbed Marcus' hand and ran out the door. Clint had a small smile on his face, but it was the sharply dressed Doctor that you focused your attention on.

"Doctor."

"Agent."

"I trust there is a way home if you're here. You wouldn't come all this way to bare bad news."

"Your skills on reading people alarm me, though I would expect nothing less from an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Stephen nodded and then extended his hand to Marcus who shook it in return. They introduced themselves to one another and Stephen put a gold bar on his fingers before extending his hand to the wide landscape of the farm.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a furrowed brow. This wasn't the way Marcus had come, they were supposed to fix the control pad he had on his arm.

"Do you really think the Sorcerer Supreme can't open portals to other universes? There are so many worlds you don't know, but you found the one you were meant to be in, so let me get you both home."

With a circular movement of his fingers, Stephen opened a yellow portal that slowly became an image of a world you had known before. A house, perfectly structured in the suburbs was on the other side. The grass perfectly mowed and the bushes trimmed, the mail box accidentally left open which you knew was Missy's fault. The curtains were open and the sun shone brightly into the home. Marcus grabbed you hand, squeezing it tightly as you took in the sight. Months had gone by where you dreamed of this moment, of that house and all its residents. Your dream was here now with the man holding your hand to support you.

"Y/n." Clint called out to you, breaking your stare. You turned around and he approached with his family in tow. He held out a small envelope which contained a note from them and a series of pictures that you would later cry over, but it was a final goodbye from your life here on this Earth.

You hugged them all with tears in your eyes but when Marcus re-took your hand, it felt like it meant something more than just running off into the sunset together. It felt normal and needed and necessary to move forward in your life.

"Are you ready?" Marcus asked you to which you could only reply with one word:

"Yes."

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[ktlsyrtis]

This is not so much a WIP, but an outtake from the 'five times' fic that @batnbreakfast and I are working on, which was cut because it was deemed "too sweet and fluffy" by my partner in crime. Also, it's Bernie/Alex, so, who even knows!

Pushing aside the flap of the surgical tent, Bernie pulls her scrub cap from her head, balling the sweaty fabric up in her fist as she makes her way across the camp.

They were in surgery long enough that the sun’s almost set, the dry desert air quickly cooling, raising goosebumps on her overheated skin. Lieutenant Murray would keep his leg, but her nerves were still jangling from the close call. Some of the omnipresent noise of the camp fades away as she approaches the perimeter fence, circling around the supply tent to an unpopulated corner of the camp, where a series of large time-worn boulders jutted up from the sand.

She found the outcropping of rocks early in her deployment, while taking a morning run. Far enough from the camp to feel alone, but not far enough to delay if she were needed, it became the place she went to be alone, to decompress when it all got to be too much. Some of the junior doctors have taken to calling the spot ‘Wolfe Point’ when they think she can’t hear them. It’s said with enough affection that she doesn’t take them to task for it, recalls the myriad inside jokes about her superior officers over the years. The important thing is that they all respect her enough to leave her in peace.

Settling on the rock she groans softly, the lingering heat from the sun sinking into her bones like a hot water bottle. She can’t deny the tours have been getting harder. No matter how fit she stays, the aches linger more than they used to, and each morning it’s just a hair more difficult to roll out of her bunk. A tiny, fearful part of her mind wonders if this will be her last deployment, if she’ll finally have to give in to Marcus’s desire to have her home.

To be fair, it’s an argument they’ve had less and less as the years have gone by. Where she used to feel guilty about the hole she left in her family’s life, now it just feels like they’ve filled in the space she used to be, leaving no place for her when she’s home. She knows that the kids are adults now, that this is the natural outcome of her career. That doesn’t stop her heart from aching each time she checks her email and finds nothing from Cam and Charlotte, only a line or two from Marcus.

Bernie still craves being alone. The moment her plane touches down in the UK she’s already thinking about the next deployment, the next adventure, how quickly she can leave the life that she’s never fit into, a life that tightens more around her each passing year, like a vine strangling a tree.

She’s been running all her life, yet somehow she never expected escape to be so lonely.

“Tough day?”

Jerked from her maudlin thoughts, Bernie looks up sharply, then immediately relaxes. There’s only one person who would bother her here.

“Not as tough as some,” she replies, taking the proffered flask from Alex’s hand. The first sip burns like tank fuel, and she grimaces a bit as Alex settles beside her, before taking another and handing it back.

“I heard that Murray’s going to make it,” Alex says, bumping her shoulder lightly against Bernie’s. “Another miracle from Major Wolfe, eh?” Bernie just hums, always feels awkward receiving accolades from her colleagues.

They slip into a comfortable silence, passing the flask of barely potable moonshine back and forth as the last rays of the sun sink beneath the horizon, the sky filled with a blanket of stars. Bernie finds herself glancing at Alex as she drinks, takes in the slender line of her throat, the way the starlight turns her pale eyes almost silver. She doesn’t usually make friends on tour. Prides herself on maintaining a certain detachment, especially with her subordinates.

But there’s something about Alex.

Alex, with her easy laugh and warm smile, snuck past Bernie’s defenses before she even realized what was happening. Being with Alex is effortless in a way no other friendship in Bernie’s life has been, a way that’s as exhilarating as it is terrifying. She finds herself thinking about Alex all the time, craving her company, seeking her out almost without thinking. Doesn’t let herself dwell on why that is, on the intensity of the things she feels.

Alex’s friendship eases some of the ever present loneliness in Bernie’s heart. That’s enough.

“You okay, Bern?”

Bernie startles a bit as she realizes she’s been staring, hides the sudden flush heating her face behind another swig of rotgut.

“Of course I’m okay,” she says with a weak attempt at a smile. “I’m always okay.”

The quirk of Alex’s eyebrow is all Bernie needs to know what she thinks of that statement, and she sighs, too tired to fight against the question in those piercing eyes.

“I haven’t heard from my kids in months,” she says quietly, eyes trained on a particularly bright star. “Not since I came here. Even Marcus hasn’t sent more than a few words.”

Something flits across Alex’s face at that, a kind of careful neutrality shuttering her normally open expression.

“Ah. Missing the family, then?”

“No.” Bernie barks out a bitter laugh, tucking her hands beneath her thighs, against the smooth surface of the rock. “That’s the worst part. I don’t miss them. I don’t miss England, I don’t miss my home.” A note of pain creeps into her words, throat thick. “What kind of mother does that make me, that I don’t even miss my children?”

“Sounds to me like it makes you a human being.” Alex shifts closer, her thigh pressing warmly against Bernie’s hip. “You’re so much more than a mother, Bern. You’re a brilliant surgeon, a brave soldier, a wonderful friend.” She hesitates. “A beautiful woman.”

It’s only when Alex’s tongue swipes nervously across them that Bernie realizes she’s been watching her lips as she speaks. She meets Alex’s eyes, frozen by the intensity she finds there, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. Hardly breathes as Alex’s gaze flicks between her eyes and her mouth, leaning forward almost in slow motion.

The first touch of Alex’s lips to her own breaks something open in Bernie, sends a shockwave through her very self. It’s as if a bomb goes off, scattering all the pieces of her life, rearranging them in a new order.

With that order comes a startling clarity. This. This is what’s been missing her whole life. The thing she’s been running from. The feeling she’s tried so hard to paper over, to hide, to pretend it isn’t there.

There’s no pretending now. With Alex’s soft lips pressed so sweetly to her own and an ocean of stars overhead, Bernie feels absolutely certain for the first time in her life.

A lifetime passes, a perfect moment gone in a heartbeat. Somewhere along the way Bernie’s eyes slip shut, and she can’t hold back a faint whimper as Alex pulls away. Blinking slowly, she finds Alex staring back - lips glistening faintly, her face caught somewhere between hope and horror.

“Bern,” she stammers hoarsely, her breath coming quick and uneven. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

Apologies are the last thing Bernie wants. Faster than she can talk herself out of it, Bernie slides a hand behind Alex’s neck, pulling her in and all but crashing their mouths together. She swallows Alex’s sigh of relief, moans as a tongue teases past her lips, strong arms wrapping around her shoulders, pulling their bodies flush.

Thoughts of home, of real life, can’t touch them here, and Bernie’s heart soars as she finally finds herself beneath a sea of stars.

[woolydemon]

what are your thoughts on blurr?

I HAVE... MANY OF THEM. This is gonna be a long one (also im assuming ur talking abt tfa blurr)

First impression

I was just scrolling though the TFA tags before finishing my first watch of the show (bc... I'm like that I guess. I am willing to spoil myself stuff just so I can see fanart of them before I finish the show </3) and OF COURSE I saw him.

I immediately was like "OH,, HIS DESIGN IS FUN,," and he was a lil hyped up for me based on how ppl are like "look at this lil cute boy <33!!!!!"

Impression now

He's... not a "lil cute boy <33". But thank goodness he isn't bc I love him for that.

hearing his voice for the first time caught me off guard since ppl were drawing him.. In a certain way that doesn't quite indicate how much of a cringe nerd he actually is. He's just such a weirdo!! And thank god for that!! I wouldn't want him any other way, also I related heavily to his talking habits that's where the roots of kinning happened </3

What's also cool is that he is still kinda badass while still definitely being such a dweeb, like he ran across the galaxy!!! How did he do that??? Fucked up. Also despite being somewhat eccentric, he is definitely one of the most level headed characters on the show and that's just a fun concept to me :]

Favorite moment

probably all 13 minutes he appears in the show?????? (listen. i like him a lot)

like idk even his appearances in Velocity are interesting bc like... What is he thinking while all of this is happening.

is frothing at the mouth with rage at being controlled like a remote control toy car?? Is he freaking out over the fact he almost killed bumblebee?? is he impressed by how bee was able to quickly access situations and respond accordingly to them?? The possibiwittys..

but aside from that i just love seeing blurr being blurr at any moment, I give him full permission to infodump at all times

(also i love seeing him banter with bumblebee, wish we got more of that dynamic but alas </3)

Idea for a story

ooogh... i got some ideas.

I love seeing stories abt him dealing with the cube trauma but sometimes I think about what if he just went over to shockwave in prison and lashes out at him but in the end it just. Doesn't make him feel better and he's like "WOW. THIS SUCKS I NEED THERAPY"

Then there's an AU I've been thinking of where Blurr joins the crew from the start bc Ultra Magnus wanted someone to keep direct tabs on Optimus for him (and also intel didn't want to deal with him anymore so they just willingly sent him away </3) then u explore how he fits into the crew now (bonus points if he actually joins illegal street racing on his own terms this time, and then bee finds out and is like "dude what the fuck". There's reasons for this of course- this didnt come outta nowhere)

Then there's all the blurrbee fics that are in my brain, but the one I find rlly fun and interesting is Blurr gets forced to have a partner bc the cube incident and of course he's like "no!! I want to avoid social interaction bc i have social anxiety problems" but he looks at the list of new elite guard members for him to mentor and he sees. Bumblebee on that list. Apparently Bee's got the chops to be a really good scout, plus his reputation as a member of Team Prime made them willing to accept him into the Elite Guard. So now Bee is mentored by Blurr and is also Blurr's emotional support bot, plus they go on fun adventures and fall in love <3 good for them

Unpopular opinion

as I've said.. blurrs not a "lil cute boy". He's not some pushover!!! he's immensely stubborn and does not let willingly let anything get in his way!! He is also super intolerant of bullshit so he's probably going to shut down any of that before it gets out of hand

also while i do rlly like the idea of longarm and Blurr being friends, I think it's rlly funny if they were bitter workplace rivals and constantly going back and forth being extremely passive aggressive while maintaining professionalism. Like how blurr was sent to earth by longarm before he was able to get his breakthrough on the Flipsides case!! I imagine that conversation being like

Longarm: hello agent Blurr, I know you have been dedicating a lot of time and energy in figuring out who amongst the entertainment guild could possibly be a sleeper agent but I'm afraid I will have to postpone that by sending you in earth to monitor Optimus prime and his crew uwu

blurr: oh. .. thats. Completely fine sir. *Cuts to him later banging his head against the wall*

Favorite relationship

hmm.. I wonder whats my favorite relationship with Blurr in it?????? wat a mystery.. /j

OK Yeah. Its Blurrbee. I'm just so in love with their dynamic in the show and also what ISNT in the show. There's actually this bit in the Allspark Almanac where Blurr talks about how he thinks of Bumblebee as slightly annoying but has his heart in the right place and??? That's so sweet?? Blurr genuinely has a good opinion of Bee from the start and respects him which is. Very different from how a lot of other bots see Bumblebee.

I'm just saying, blurrbee dynamics ARE THERE and they are INTERESTING!!! Please think abt them please think abt them plea

Favorite headcanon

I think Blurr is very defensive of any friends he manages to actually have. Like he cares abt ppl like Wheelie and Dug Base A LOT.

You can call him a weirdo all you want, he doesn't care. But you start making fun of how Wheelie or Dug Base talk?? Ur gonna face his righteous fury!!!!!! He will end ur life and I might not be joking about this

[ao3feed-skystar]

Lone Star in my Sky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qG6xCty by MesuGachipon Starscream, notorious as the brutal second-in-command to the Decepticon movement, has grown bitter since Skyfire left him for the Autobots. He grows tired of his work, feeling that more violence and taking revenge on the one who hurt him most will be the antidote to his unresolved emotional issues. He has known nothing but war for millions of years, and his desire to overthrow the tyrannical Megatron wanes on every failed treacherous plan he devises. Starscream is afraid of losing that fire that invigorated him to join the Decepticons from jumpstart. One day, he ends up being saved by Skyfire, and eventually grows to forgive his former expedition partner. The question is now on whether he will suffer the same fate as with his former faction; doomed to a cycle of betrayal and regret, or if he will grow from his past and be a better bot for Skyfire and his own wellbeing. Words: 2572, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Transformers Generation One, Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Hot Rod (Transformers), Aerialbots (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Megatron, Blitzwing (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Ultra Magnus (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Kickback (Transformers), Bombshell (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Constructicons (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Bluestreak (Transformers) Relationships: Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Arcee/Hot Rod (background) Additional Tags: Emotionally Repressed, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Trauma, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Redemption, No Smut, Transformers Spark Bonds, Seeker Culture (Transformers), Seeker Trines (Transformers), Fish out of Water, Canon-Typical Violence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qG6xCty

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Too Late to be Saved

Document link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GF_jZevunsCA5QKPWXfaVO_OO61ZaAtxkzPdoJNJHUM/edit?usp=sharing

When Aqua and Aria reach the Dark Margin at the edge of the realm of darkness, they meet Ansem the Wise, who is quickly sought by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Aria angrily confronts the fellow Heartless, but finds herself unable to get back to the End of Sea before Riku and King Mickey arrive. (2351 words) Replaces the KH3 cutscene “An Unexpected Encounter” and changes some story events so that “Too Late” and “Braving the Darkness” no longer occur.

My first new piece of selfship writing on this blog, and oh boy is it a big one! I had a lot of fun writing this, so hopefully it makes for a good read, haha ^-^

Tag list: @softskiesahead | @dragonsmooch | @thatslikesometaldude | @lilacslovers | @insomniaships | @candyforthebrain | @goldenworldsabound | @setzale

A transcript of the document is under the readmore! Reblogs of this post would be greatly appreciated, since I was really happy with how this turned out, but they’re not required by any means~

“What is this place..?”

The blue-haired woman slowly walked forwards, marvelling at the sight before her. The endless dark caverns that she had wandered for so long had opened out to a clouded grey beach, lit by what appeared to be a glowing white moon above the horizon. The hard stone underfoot was giving way to soft sand of the same ash-like colour, as waves of murky water gently grazed the shore. It was an eerily tranquil place by the standards of all she had witnessed before, something her companion was quick to notice.

“There are no Heartless here.” she said. “I almost feel as though I shouldn’t be here, either. Aqua.. I think this might be the edge of the realm.”

“So, we’ve made it to the end?” replied Aqua, now making her way towards the shoreline.

“Yes, it would appear so. Whatever lies beyond this shore.. It seems less like part of the darkness, and more like something between dark and light. Something that doesn’t belong to either force..”

As her partner spoke, Aqua became aware that her voice was growing fainter. When she turned around, she saw that she had made far less progress towards the water, standing awkwardly some distance away with her wings curled around her body. She looked nervous, and unsure what to expect, yet the catlike ears poking straight up through her messy blonde hair showed that she was still as alert as ever, constantly listening for danger even in the silence of the new place they had stumbled across.

“Aria, it’s okay! We can keep going, if you’d prefer that. You look tense, and I don’t want you to be unsettled.”  A worried expression flitted across Aqua’s face as she reached out to hold Aria’s hand - the sudden movement made her flinch in surprise, but she quickly and visibly relaxed as Aqua drew closer. When the two were standing together again, Aqua gently closed both of her hands over Aria’s, unfazed by the patches of open darkness that ran along them, and smiled as she looked down at her partner.

“Thank you..” she mumbled quietly. “I’m alright, I just- don’t know what to expect here.”

It was then that, behind the Keyblade Master, Aria spotted a hooded figure sitting some distance away, hidden by a black coat but appearing to gaze out over the barely-moving water. Though she still let Aqua hold her right hand, she slowly shifted to free her left and moved to stand at Aqua’s side in one fluid movement. Then she extended her left arm and a mass of dark energy enveloped the space beside her, dissipating quickly to reveal a jagged dark red Keyblade.

“Identify yourself!”

Her shout echoed across the shore, leading the figure to turn its head and slowly stand up. As it started to walk across the sand, it removed its hood to reveal an older-looking man with piercing orange eyes and wispy light blond hair. He looked tired, and his face bore the wrinkled lines of worry as he observed the two Keyblade wielders.

“Please, stay your weapon. I mean you no harm.”

Aria wasn’t overly convinced, but she could see that the man did not have the strength to be a threat, so she lowered her Keyblade. Aqua was curious to find out more, taking a step forward.

“Who are you? How did you end up in this place?”

The man sighed wistfully, folding his hands behind his back. “My name was.. stolen by another, and I can feel this place taking its toll on my memory. I’m sorry. I know that I have only been here for a fairly short time, and that I was sent here by the destruction of the machine I created to encode Kingdom Hearts in data.”

“Before that..” He turned to look out over the water again, unwilling to meet Aqua’s gaze. “I caused a great deal of misery to many individuals, through both my recent actions and my previous research. It is clear to me now that I was deeply in the wrong about some of my original beliefs.. Now, I can only hope for a chance to atone for my deeds.”

“It’s alright.” Aria’s Keyblade had disappeared from her hand. “I can see now that your heart holds a true desire for.. repentance, or something of that nature. I’m not sure what the right word is, but.. The point is that you won’t be harmed, by either of us.”

“Yes, of course!” Aqua added. “I think you’ll be safe here, at least, since the Heartless don’t seem to come here. And, I can’t claim to know what you’ve done, but.. What’s important is that you recognise your mistakes, and that you want to make up for them.”

The man seemed relieved, and turned back to face the pair with a shadow of a smile on his face. “Thank you, both of you. I admit that I was not expecting to meet anyone else in this infernal prison. If I may ask, what are your names?”

“Oh, there’s no time for that now.”

A dark portal had opened up, and from it stepped an imposing and well-built man in a similar black coat. He had slicked-back long silver hair and similarly piercing eyes to the old man, though his were a cold golden colour. Aria’s eyes narrowed at his approach, as it was clear that he was a powerful user of darkness, though the true nuance was only visible to her.

“What- What’s going on?” Aqua asked, turning to face the man with suspicion. He ignored her for the moment, focusing only on the older man, who in turn was glaring fiercely at the intruder as he approached.

“You..”

“Master.. I must have a word with you.”

“Master?” he echoed. “So now you mock me..” The disapproval dripped from his voice like bitter venom. The interloper opened his mouth to respond, but-

“Leave.”

Aria had broken away from Aqua’s grasp and now stood defiantly before the intruder, Keyblade still in hand.

“Excuse me?” The man raised an eyebrow and sneered down at her, surprised by her actions.

“I know what you are, Ansem.” she snarled back. “I have known your power since before you even existed. A villainous Heartless with a natural human form - the one that took the title of “seeker of darkness” and is shadowed by a twisted dark figure. You think you’re so strong, but you are not the one who holds power here.”

This last statement had clearly struck a nerve, and Ansem’s expression of contempt soured into anger. “You’re certainly an astute one.. But what makes you think you could possibly face me?”

“Have your eyes gone blind as well as gold? If I can tell what you are, you can tell what I am. I have seen more than you will ever achieve, especially now that you’re afflicted with some other presence. That-” - she pointed up at his eyes - “-is Xehanort’s power, isn’t it? If you’re with him, that makes you our enemy.”

At this point, Aqua’s worried expression had returned. “Aria, be careful..”

“Aqua, get that man somewhere out of the way. I’m going to stop this before it becomes a problem.”

“You are a fool to challenge me, girl!” 

An eruption of darkness burst forth from the Heartless, and the powerful frame of the Dark Figure rose up from his shadow. Aria quickly leapt up into the air, spreading her wings to soar over Ansem’s head as he lashed out. To deflect the residual impact of his outburst, Aqua summoned a Barrier spell, then started to help the old man escape once he had turned around.

The force of that initial burst - not even a targeted attack, merely an effect driven by the might of his anger - instantly made Aria aware of the strength Ansem possessed, and she knew she would have to be careful. Her advantage was agility, as the darkness she could draw from her surroundings to aid her flight was limitless. She darted out of his reach and flew up and away from the Dark Figure’s grasp, firing shockwaves of unearthly blue energy at both it and Ansem. The monster seemed unfazed, but Ansem himself was slowed down in his pursuit of her, only to then retaliate with a barrage of violet orbs, which Aria was able to flit between. At every twist and turn, she flew further away from him, enraging him even more as he was forced to give chase.

“What is this insolence?!” Ansem yelled. “You should be obeying me!”

“Does it look like that matters?” she replied, deftly evading another blast of dark energy. “I already told you - you’re not the one who holds power here. Even if you did, Ves’ presence is enough to protect me. I don’t care what you think you deserve!”

Another flash of darkness, this time from Aria herself - she had switched her Keyblade from its dark mode to its diamond mode, now shimmering with cold blue light, and enveloped herself in a shadowy aura to strengthen herself. Still soaring on her wings, their black feathers gleaming with energy drawn from the realm, she sent a rain of insightful flames down from above, then her Keyblade became electrified and she hurled it spinning towards him.

“Maybe you meant something, once. But now you’ve let yourself be taken over by someone who’s not even strong enough to control you completely. Take it from someone who knows - all that does is weaken you!”

“Enough of this!”

Suddenly, the Dark Figure wrested itself from Ansem’s shadow and lunged forwards into the air, followed swiftly by Ansem himself, roaring and surrounding himself with a wall of intense darkness. As Aria dropped through the air to avoid his charge, a blast of ice struck him from behind. It was Aqua, channeling magic even without her Keyblade to act as a conduit. The impact threw Ansem off-course, but the Dark Figure swept around and managed to grab hold of Aria.

“Agh!”

“Let go of her!” Aqua cried, trying to fire more magic without hitting Aria. Ansem’s attention remained focused on the Keyblade Master, while the Dark Figure tightened its powerful grip as if to crush Aria entirely. She desperately writhed and struggled, holding onto the figure with her right hand and trying to slash at it with the Keyblade in her left. After a few moments, it became shrouded in a dark mist, as if dissipating, and she was able to slip from its hold when another direct hit from Aqua made Ansem stumble.

Anger still pulsed through him like a poison as he shouted at the both of them. “I will not lose to an obstinate recusant and a lost guardian with no Keyblade to protect herself!”

Clearing the space around him by emitting a shockwave of energy, Ansem started to summon a massive crest of darkness above him, reaching all the way up to the ceiling. The Dark Figure was still clawing at Aria, as if enraged at how she had stolen some of its power to escape it, but she felt confident she would be able to evade the incoming blow. She could tell that he was not at his full strength anymore, and the intricate crest was already starting to lose its shape, contorting into a misshapen orb of raw darkness.

Then she saw where Ansem was aiming.

“Don’t you dare!-”

In the instant before the orb struck her, all Aqua saw was a flurry of feathers, and then came the dark impetus. Something fell from her sash as she was knocked to the ground, and she was only aware of something- someone- Aria being launched through the air above her, sent flying further back into the dark. 

Just then, a shower of stars came soaring in from the direction of the otherworldly beach. Their light seemed to pierce through the darkness like a blade through fog, and Aqua couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope as she saw them strike the Heartless.

“Oh no you don’t!”

A familiar and determined cry from none other than King Mickey himself - the little mouse had leapt to the fray and brandished his Star Cluster Keyblade to help Aqua out. From behind him, another Keyblade wielder in plaid clothing was running towards them, carrying a sword of grey metal with ease.

Aqua recognised him immediately, even though he had grown considerably. “Riku! Mickey! Is it really you?”

“Gah..” Ansem staggered back to his feet, clearly injured from Mickey’s attack, and glared at them all in turn. “You have not won this.. You will not prevail!”

Another dark corridor opened up, then it was gone, and he was gone.

“I don’t feel good about letting him get away like that..” said Mickey. “Should we try and go after him?”

“There’s no time!” Riku exclaimed, his green eyes clouded with concern. “We need to get you out of here, Aqua, and bring Ansem the Wise with us, too. I don’t know how long the corridor I made will stay open for.”

“Wait, but-”

Mickey nodded at Riku’s words with a determined expression. “You’re right. I’m not leaving without you again, Aqua!”

All the while, Aria was desperately flying.

The light of all their hearts, and of the corridor, was blinding, especially for one so accustomed to the dark - but she kept racing forwards, using them as a guiding beacon. Sharp spikes of rock loomed down from the ceiling, as if the jaws of a monster were trying to consume her, to keep her trapped in the realm that had already held her for so long. No. She wouldn’t lose her. This would be her only chance to escape.

The lights flickered, once, twice, three times - and then it was all extinguished. Fatigue from her injuries mixed with overwhelming emotions brought Aria to the ground with a sob. She crashed to the floor just metres away from where her love had been so cruelly rescued, clinging onto what Aqua had so sadly left behind.

All she had left was a blue glass Wayfinder.

[joleneghoul]

i love terra so much already * please * tell me more about the decepticon lore you have, i'm super curious

i don’t have a lot sadly but uh the whole thing about Terra is like it takes place mostly on Earth and everything else is backstory.

The whole Decepticon conflict is basically Megatron scrambling to keep power in his grasp as it is slowly getting away from him ever since leaving cybertron (bc he lost a lot of loyalty when cybertron went dark, and now the “loyal” decepticons he has are mostly bot’s he’s convinced that they need him).  His whole driving force is just bitterness towards Optimus really bc Optimus getting the matrix is when that power started to slip away.

So like...Megatrons not a good guy and thats kinda the point of that. He just convinces bots that he can give them a better life then...doesnt..in fact makes their lives worse? So the war is sorta just over ngl, and slowly Megatron loses those he thought were most loyal to him bc they realize they could do better (save for like some bots like shockwave or pharma but those stories dont end well). The main decepticons in Terra are: Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, Pharma, the insecticons, and a few original characters lmao.  as for ex decepticons as of the start of terra: -Knockout defected from the decepticon medics ON cybertron and left for the autobots with his Neutral engineering partner, Breakdown.

-Starscream was originally a decepticon but! defected once they got to earth bc he found out jetfire was alive.

[kc-anathema]

I’m so sorry I did another long post so soon...

So a long time ago, I received a flame on Spec Ops 98: Jazz's Interrogation at Soundwave's Pedes. I hadn’t received a flame in a long time, and I haven’t received one since (which is amazing, since this was on chapter 26 back in...dear heavens, 2015. This fic is officially an epic.)

In fact, I stopped reading the flame once I realized it was a flame, about four chunks in. 2015, five years ago, I was changing principals, changing schools, trying to figure out how to marry my Canadian then-fiance and figure out immigration. (Fun type--marry her in Vegas, wait a couple years, bring her over. Use a lawyer to make sure it’s all kosher.) So yeah, didn’t read.

And then a concerned reader mentioned to me that I didn’t deserve this awful flame and that they loved the story. And I thought...oh yeah, there was a flame on this. That was a couple months ago.

I finally decided to break the flame apart like I used to. This feels very nostalgic to me. I found out that this is really the flamer’s only claim to fame--they flame fics and troll writers. I’m not going to name them then, although you can find the easily on the ff.net review page for this fic.

My father once told me that, if anyone ever spraypainted slurs across my house...leave the slurs up. Don’t pay to remove them. Let the awful words stay up until everyone in the neighborhood is begging us to take them down again.

I think leaving the review there says more about her than me. And I’m going to enjoy clawing this apart, I think, like a cat scratching apart a lizard.

Flame begin:

We’ve got a problem if Soundwave is involved here and he’s not pulling his usual ‘Decepticons, Superior’ line. Add on a fic about perverts and we get this. Ah, well. What are you gonna do?

Remember the character Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory, and how he said “Bazinga” all the time? That kind of went from a joke to an overused character crutch. Like ‘dynomite!’ or ‘did I do that’? Is it really good to rely on a character line to the point where we can call it ‘usual’?

“I’ll take my pleasure and that sweet aft” – Sounds like a cheesy commercial for Robot Chicken. Fireflight is locked up in a dungeon and is about to be whipped by a BDSM Starscream. That’s not at all OOC. Basically it’s a fanfiction that talks about fanfiction.

I...um. Yes. Yes, it’s an OOC line modeled directly after pulp fiction zines and tijuana bibles. I literally looked up several of those on the Internet Archives and various old men’s magazines covers. It’s not fanfiction directly, although it’s certainly what fanfic evolved out of.

Do these look subtle? Low key? Classy? Tasteful? It’s cheap trash and it’s fun as hell. I don’t think readers at the time thought that these were in any way true. This is right along the lines of drawn hentai. So I think the flamer admitted despite themself that I did good.

“We’re stuck here in the middle of a war...we don’t have time for sex” – That’s right. But that fact doesn’t apply does it?

...reading trashy, porny magazines is not sex. It’s actually something you do when you can’t get sex for whatever reason. I would know. A lot of us would know. Apparently not the flamer. No one thinks that “hey, I got a chick/dude willing to bang right now...but the new issue of Men’s World is out! Can’t miss that!” Unless you have some serious fetishes that your partner is too weirded out by, I think this does indeed apply.

Then Jazz gets captured and lo and behold, Soundwave is revealed to be the Christian Grey of the story. I hope he has some maid outfits for Jazz.

...our flamer hits the sludgy bottom of the joke well and grabs their shovel. They do not try very hard for originality in their insults. And, while Grey was a jerk, Fifty Shades wasn’t quite a prisoner of war scenario. No, that was a cheap romance for chicks. I’m writing more akin to men’s...oh.

The flamer is a chick.

Their only bdsm or bad romance experience is with Fifty Shades.

I don’t think they read much.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd we have a shower scene. Damn if it’ll be Carrie!

Iiiiiiiiiiiii did not write a shower scene?

Dudette, did you even do the reading you say you did?

There’s no point in adding moral ambiguity, especially in regards to Soundwave. He won’t be swayed easily, or at all, by Jazz’s speech. He’s cold hearted for a reason. He serves the Decepticon cause until the very bitter end. He’s a lot like Shockwave that way. Highly doubtful he would find meaning or even the relevance of writing pornographic fanfiction, but eh, this was never meant to be serious, was it?

...no. It’s a humor fic. The flamer is criticizing a humor fic for being humorous. Kudos for identifying the genre? I mean, the flamer is also complaining that I did not write Soundwave as a one-dimensional factionalist without examining what that means for him and how the mission creep has left the original political crusade behind. It’s not like I took pieces of Soundwave from Gen1, IDW, and the comics and blend them all together.

This reminds me of the fanboys in the TMNT fandom who keep pushing for every iteration to simply rehash their nostalgia boner for the original toon. I feel like I’m getting the Transformers version of wanting less of this:

because it isn’t the familiar characterizations of this:

“So what’s the down low?” – You, Jazz. You’re going to give the down-low to Soundwave. I can’t wait to read how shiny his robo-vagina is.

...wow. Classy there, flamer. Also I really don’t think they read anything. This whole fic is plug n’ play. There’s exchanging of cables, talk of code and positronic souls and sparks and revving engines. There isn’t a drop of sticky, spike, or fluids.

Chapter 15’s sex scenes bore me. Nothing is worse than having a guy ask to remove every bit of clothing. Just do it already! And why is Jazz a virgin? Come on!

Look--the thing about sex and fetish and whatever revs your engine is that it’s not going to rev everyone’s engine. You don’t like the type of interfacing here? Fine. I don’t like those kind of sex scenes in my porn either. But I wasn’t write that scene for porn. I wanted write warbuild Jazz dealing with violent subroutines while interfacing with Prowl. I had fun with it.

Why is Jazz a virgin? The previous 15 chapters discuss that.

I really don’t think the flamer read the fic.They scanned for anything remotely sexual, so I don’t think I’m going to take anything they say about this fic being ooc for perversion’s sake.

“Everyone here is damn pervy” – In which a character talks about the author.

“We gotta get Soundwave to finish writing his story” – Why? I mean, what’s the point? It’s not doing anything for them, unless it’s to show how castrated Soundwave is. I’ve seen him act better in Mary-Sue fics.

There is a whole plot about Starscream and Skyfire, and I thought I could trust the readers to be intelligent enough to make the leap with the parallels between Soundwave and Jazz.

This is literally the only review that questions why Jazz said that.

The Mary Sue shot just echoes the Fifty Shades swipe. I think this flamer did most of their flames roughly ten years ago--the insults are pretty dated.

The Decepticons don’t know about Ratchet? Why? I mean, he’s one of the oldest dudes there. He has a reputation. When you have a reputation, people know about you. It’s inevitable. I think your inner logic slips a lot.

At this point, I literally have 21 previous chapters of world building.

I am not surprised that the story’s logic was slipping away from one of us.

It’s funny to read the forum responses in the story. It’s like the author is trying to make fun of detractors yet ends up making fun of herself.

Okay, this part is hilarious for a reason only briefly noted in the fic. I think that the only things this can refer to are the comments from the chapter titled Flames of the M4gn1f1c3ntSkyPr1nc3--because those are literally the first flames/comments I put in the fic. And I didn’t write them!

My wife wrote them! I don’t write Starscream well but she just poured those out like water--she’s seen more of the hysterical side of fandom, particularly the earlier TF fandom, and I snipped out pieces for the fic.

So...I mean, we’re pretty happily married, so I don’t think she counts as a detractor. ^___^ Ultimately I started writing this fic for her.

“Your optics make me crazy” – Not at all a cliché.

Good thing I didn’t write that, then. Here is that little section in the Prowl/Jazz section. (Took me a bit to find it since I plugged that into the Find and couldn’t bring it up.)

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I like what you do to me. Jazz allowed him in, tilting his helm. I never really understood it, y'know? How mechs could lower their guard so much. Let someone this close.

And now? Prowl drew back, wanting to see Jazz for the answer. With a quiet ping, he warned the other mech even as he raised his hand, touching Jazz's visor.

I still think you're crazy always going on about my optics, Jazz said, venting even as he disengaged the locks and let Prowl gently remove the blue polycarbon.

Your optics are perfection, Prowl corrected him. And you let me see them. Hundreds of mechs wondering what's under that visor, but I get to see.

Still shy about letting someone else see them, Jazz turned his head, only for Prowl to touch his cheek and turn him back, coaxing his optics to open with a soft brush of his thumb.

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Not bad for an asexual, I think. I mean, it’s not like I have a ton of hands on experience, being kinda broken that way. But I have read plenty of pulp magazines and pulp radio shows!

This didn’t take long. I skimmed through this work, because there was so little content. Lots of ridiculous shit, though. Soundwave writes fanfiction, the Autobots are weirded out/turned on, capture Soundwave, Soundwave realizes that his whole life was a life and decides to defect. Yeah, about that. He wouldn’t do it lickety split, let alone EVER. Hell, the reactions in the forum bits show what some would think of this, if they weren’t too busy fapping.

The funny thing is I don’t think the mechs can even fap. I don’t write them doing that. But yes, flamer, I do believe that you skimmed through the work. Particularly since you’ve recounted it backwards...Soundwave captures Jazz as the capstone to a long internal conflict within himself, but rather than go through chapters of internal monologue and Decepticon politics, I started the story as close to the inciting action as possible, not quite in media res.

I won’t hash out why Soundwave defects. I mean, I spent 22 chapters at that point explaining it. But it’s my fault the flamer skimmed, I guess?

Needless to say: the romance bored me senseless. It was poorly written, and overall there’s really no skill attached to this. You don’t grip the audience and Jazz’s virgin mode made me roll my eyes. Reads like a first-time waifu manga.

Nah.

I’ve been writing way too long and am more than self-aware enough of my own failings that I’m also pretty self-aware of my own strengths, too. And no. It’s not poorly written. I definitely feel I could improve the first few chapters a bit, but that’s because I wrote those over five years ago and I’ve improved since then, too.

Empty insults. Maybe if the flamer had gone so far as to give a critique beyond a couple of misquoted lines and their own headcanons, I might have listened, but there’s literally nothing of substance here beyond a child tantrumming that I’m stupid and bad and should feel bad.

As for the other pairings, booooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.

Usually I have a fun time setting these fics on fire, but this one bored me senseless. Yes, it was stupid, but the author’s attempt to authenticate it are just as sloppy as anything else.

“Authenticate”?

Is this person talking about using fandom tropes as my setting?

There are 22 chapters at the time, and now 51 chapters, building up this world and using roughly 20 years of fandom background to inform the fic.

Maybe if they hadn’t skimmed, they might have found something interesting. But considering that they skimmed over anything character related and stopped for the sex scene--I don’t think that says anything about my writing and more about their own proclivities.

They were trying to read one-handed. A plug n play fic. A long meta look at fandom in war in a humor fic. And they came here for the sexy times.

I don’t have to draw the conclusion here, do I? Well, for the flamer, probably. And then they’d glance at it for a second, call it sloppy, and say I showed nothing, and what I showed was boring, and that boring stuff was ooc anyway.

One thing I am thankful for is the fact that it is not long.

51 chapters later and I’m still not done.

Nothing’s worth remembering in this and I don’t need to tell you that these characters either act like simpering imbeciles, or are virginal waifus. All I’m missing is a senpai in the bed, some tissues, and some high quality lotion.

...why do they keep referencing gay human sex? I mean, I get it, they’re saying that it’s similar to yaoi fics, but.

This is anti-yaoi with its last hurrah, isn’t it? The late 90s, early 2000s, rising from its sludgy well to try to shame the easily cowed and intimidated, the young writers easily startled by long lines of text. No wonder the citations used are so...15 years ago. I mean, who was talking about Sues even 5 years ago. That criticism kind of faded a long while ago, even then.

I think the sad thing is, even the badly written Sue sex fics end up being more interesting than this. If Ebony Darkness D’Mentia Raven Way were to come along, I think this story would get better. What with her ‘I shot him a gazillion times’ lines.

...and there’s the cherry on the top. Third cheap shot firing blanks. Sue + Fifty Shades +...shit, I can’t even remember the title for that infamous fic. It’s that old.

...this fanfic flamer is old.

Like, don’t get me wrong. We’ve got fandom moms and grandmoms who cut their teeth on fandom print zines in the earliest conventions. They’re not “old” in the same way.

This person has lost any joy, humor, or playfulness that fanfic comes from. No one should go into fanfic expecting fine art. I mean, sure, it happens sometimes, but this is a playground of pulp, experimentation and just plain childish fun.

All in all, not worth remembering. It’s makes me tired to read it. It’s not even stupid enough to make me laugh. You’ll still get a fail rating for me, especially with the shitty version of Soundwave here.

Yes, fanfic flamer. You are indeed tired.

He should be on Big Brother. He’d be great making soy lattés and purees.

Big Brother in 2015 was in its 17th season. There were roughly around 6 million viewers at the time. The demographics for the tv viewing audience were graying even by the 2000s, and by 2015-18, it was significantly older.

Granted, it’s a very tenuous conclusion to draw, but combined with the old fandom references, the anti-yaoi vibes I’m getting, and the fanboyish desire to curate their own headcanon of a character to the point of insulting writers on the internet...

Flamer grew from being a reader to a bitter, old person angry and the whipper snappers for writing stupid, trashy crap that they criticize with broad, unspecific insults.Flamer is the stereotypical mean adult in any 90s cartoon or heavy metal rock video.

A little depressing. Poor flamer. I do hope they found more creative, engaging, and positive things to do.

Me? I just wanna rock.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk on pulp fiction and bitter cultural creators.