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[in1-nutshell]

Hey again sorry if I'm spamming your ask box but I would like to see old Predacon buddy interacting a bit more with the animated series bots like how would they react to lockdown and wreck gar I feel like old Predacon buddy would be like this is my grandchild and just picks him up by the scruff like a cat and possibly interacting with megalodon buddy (also sorry if I didn't specify from my last ask it was old Predacon buddy meeting the Lost light)

Haven't seen Megs Buddy in a while.

...But I've officially came up with a Canon name for them!

Read on or look at the list of 'established Buddy names' to find out!

Hope you enjoy!

Steel Mauler meeting Lockdown, Wreck-Gar, and...

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA/TFP

Lockdown

Steel Mauler was at the Plant with Sari and Bumblebee then evening Lockdown arrived.

The pair was grounded after a reckless act during a mission that led to the elder Predacon nearly having a spark attack.

The two thought that they would get away with it with Steel Mauler there.

They didn’t expect them to side with Prime to ground them.

Even more when they insisted that they stay with them to make sure they served their punishment.

Bumblebee and Sari on the couch watching a historical documentary with Steel Mauler.

Bee looks at the Predacon.

“You know—”--Bumblebee

“No.”—Steel Mauler

“You didn’t even get a chance to hear what he had to say!”--Sari

Steel Mauler looks at both with an unamused face.

“You are going to use the same tactic My Bumblebee did once back in my dimension.”—Steel Mauler

They flick their tail making a snapping sound.

“Never fell for it again.”—Steel Mauler

“And how do you know I was going to do this supposed thing anyways?”--Bumblebee

“I can see it in your optics kiddo. Something that most Bumblebee’s share.”—Steel Mauler

“What—”--Sari

RING!

RING!

That’s when the call came in from Prowl.

Lockdown being back in town and had captured Ratchet and Prime.

Steel Mauler was up and ready to fly, before they remembered the kids.

They huffed and told them to get on.

The pair quickly got on their back before they took to the skies at great speed.

Thank goodness they had insisted on getting the team magnetic seats for their back, the pair would have been flying off if it weren’t for it.

Steel Mauler flying through the sky.

“Bumblebee, tell me a bit about this Lockdown.”—Steel Mauler

“You don’t have him in your universe?”--Bumblebee

“Maybe. He may have gone offline at some point in the war or in hiding. Still, what is this Con about.”—Steel Mauler

“Well, he and Prowl have some sort of history.”--Bumblebee

“Good or Bad?”—Steel Mauler

“Bad, like really bad.”--Sari

Steel Mauler huffs a bit.

“The first time he came to Earth he kidnapped Optimus to try and get his mods.”--Bumblebee

The pair feel the metal underneath them get warmer.

“And…”--Bumblebee

“And?”-Steel Mauler

“… Ratchet mentioned that he met Lockdown during the war when he was trying to get some bot named Arcee to safety. They ended up getting captured, Ratchet managed to escape after Arcee…”--Bumblebee

Steel Mauler felt part of them go stiffer.

“What happened to Arcee?”—Steel Mauler

“We don’t know. Ratchet hasn’t told us anything else.”--Bumblebee

That was it.

This Con was going to regret ever looking at their interdimensional team.

They managed to get in contact with Prowl again who told the three that Lockdown wanted an exchange.

Some modes for the bots.

Steel Mauler tells him to agree to it.

When asked why, they just tell him that they had a plan.

They all meet outside a football stadium.

The older Predacon drops the pair in front of the stadium and flies away.

The pair didn’t have time to call them out before Bulkhead and Prowl had arrived.

Lockdown was waiting for them in the center with a beat up looking Prime and slightly bruised Ratchet.

Both were tied up and angry.

Prowl tosses a mod in front of Lockdown.

“Theirs your mod, now give us back our teammates.”--Prowl

Lockdown picks up the mod, but not before kicking Prime in the back.

Everyone had to restrain themselves as the bounty hunter examen the mod.

“While this is nice and all… its gonna cost ya extra for the other one.”--Lockdown

He kicks Optimus to the group leaving Ratchet still by his side.

“We had a deal!”--Bulkhead

“Give us Ratchet right now!”--Bumblebee

The bounty hunter snickered while dragging his hooked servo under Ratchet’s chin.

“Maybe get me a new mod and maybe I’ll give you back your field tech in one piece.”--Lockdown

SLAM!

No one.

No one had enough time to register what had just happened.

One minute Lockdown was standing on top of Ratchet, the next he was getting pummeled into the ground by Steel Mauler.

“YOU!”—Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“WILL”—Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“NOT!”--Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“TOUCH!”--Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“HIM!”--Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“EVER!”--Steel Mauler

SLAM!

“AGAIN!”--Steel Mauler

SLAM!

BANG!

BOOM!

Steel Mauler stood on top of the beaten and unconscious frame of the bounty hunter venting heavily.

After a few seconds they spoke.

“Call Sentinel, let him deal with this filth.”—Steel Mauler

Once Sentinel finally does his job is when they finally go to the team, worried for all of them.

They are especially worried about Ratchet and Prime.

Those two will be having a Predacon guard for most of their visit.

That was also the last time the group ever encountered or saw Lockdown again.

Wreck-Gar

The elder Predacon weas just having a stroll by the dock when some garbage flew into their face.

When more started flying their way, they went to go see who was throwing the trash.

They are confused to see a bot playing in the garbage.

“Umm. What are you doing?”—Steel Mauler

The bot turns around and smiles widely, waving his servos in greeting.

“Hello there!”—Wreck-Gar

Steel Mauler, a bit surprised, but waves back.

“I am Wreck-Gar! And I dare to be stupid!”—Wreck-Gar

The older predacon is now questioning if something in that trash had something in it.

The orange bot shoves a mangle looking statue in their face.

“You want to see my art?”—Wreck-Gar

“Umm…”—Steel Mauler

The bot is already looking through his subspaces looking for more ‘art’.

“Welp, might as well get comfortable…”—Steel Mauler

The next 20 minutes are spent with Wreck-Gar showing Steel Mauler all his bit of trash art.

The Predacon doesn’t have anything else to do and just sits there.

Soon enough they do decide to go back to the plant.

Wreck-Gar hugs them and gives them a paperclip with bottle caps on it before driving off to the next garbage ship.

Steel Mauler is still confused but decides to keep the gift and goes to wash themselves.

There was defiantly something in the trash.

Blue Bay

Once again, Steel Mauler was walking by the docks. This time it was at night, fully taking advantage of the cool breeze that contrasted the humid day.

That’s when they heard someone say call to them.

Steel Mauler looks around for whoever called them.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”—Steel Mauler

“Down here!”

The Predacon is surprised when they see a mechanical shark in the water smiling warmly at them.

“What…”—Steel Mauler

“I’m Blue Bay!”—Blue Bay

Steel Mauler blinks.

“Blue Bay?”—Steel Mauler

They nod.

“What’s your name? Are you another Optimus?”—Blue Bay

“No, I am Steel Mauler. How do you know Optimus?”—Steel Mauler

“He’s, my friend! Will you be my friend?”—Blue Bay

“… I don’t see why not.”—Steel Mauler

The shark splashes around happily.

New friend gained!

The two spend much of the evening flying/swimming through the bay telling stories of their time on Earth.

Turns out the pair had an interest in human films, especially the older ones.

Blue Bay had insisted that the Predacon perch on them, claiming to be able to hold their weight.

The shark was later seen picking out seaweed from their new friend’s joints.

This was going to be a pain to explain to Ratchet when they came back.

[maiiiiie]

Love the place anyway 💙

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[lepetitlugourmand]

La Table du Royal - Hôtel Royal Riviera - Un duo de Chefs en parfaite harmonie Geoffroy Szamburski et Lucas Simoncini

C’est un duo hors pair et en parfaite osmose qui orchestre avec passion et sincérité La Table du Royal, la partition gastronomique du très élégant hôtel Royal-Riviera à l’allure balnéaire chic et So Riviera.  Le Chef Geoffroy Szamburski et le Chef Pâtissier Lucas Simoncini, qui se sont rencontrés en 2011, ont tous deux un parcours prestigieux, notamment au Monte-Carlo Bay où ils ont appris une…

[angelcake10023]

Visiting Chang’e 🩵 Macaque forgot about her cutesy nicknames lol

[ohpuckno]

Hockeyblr is hilarious because every now and then, you’ll catch your mutuals cheering for teams you despise on your dash. It’s like discovering your dad has a secret second family. My brother in Christ, we were fighting on the frontlines together in the same lb no more than 24 hours ago, what happened

[montereybayaquarium]

Have you heard? It’s World Ocean Day! 🌍🌊

Let’s raise our voices and seal-ebrate all the wonders the ocean provides. From regulating our planet’s climate to the incredible wildlife it supports, the nourishment it offers, and the calming solace it brings us. We can't shell-ebrate—or protect—our Blue Planet's ocean enough. 🐋💙

[goryhorroor]

favorite horror movies (91-120)

[bluerosefox]

Wrong Number AU

"I SWEAR TUCKER IF I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE "I WANNA END YOUR DAD, MARRY YOUR MOM, AND TURN YOU INTO MY EVIL STEPSON/HEIR AND IF YOU DONT IM JUST GONNA TRY CLONING YOU ONCE MORE" FRUITLOOP AGAIN FOR A SECOND TIME THIS WEEK I AM GOING TO LET MY ROUGES END ME, DONT CARE WHO, JUST GONNA LET THEM FINISH WHAT THE PORTAL ACCIDENT STARTED"

-sent by Unknown Number

When Jason Todd woke up that morning to check his texts. He wasn't expecting this.

When Danny sent that rant text to what he thought was Tuckers number (his old phone got smashed in a recent ghost fight, Sam gave him a new one she wasn't using, and Tucker was out of town for a while so he couldn't help Danny transfer his data yet) he wasn't expecting a rather cyptic response

"Wrong number kid. But just for my own curiosity and concern, who is and where can I find this Fruitloop? I just wanna have a chat with him."

[thegreat2353]

NHL hockey is officially back

[samanthasgone]

Credit to Pinterest

[kaiser1ns]

Sinning with a taste of tonic, he whispers promises that leave a bitter taste, telling you he loves you until your lips turn blue. And Itoshi Sae does love you. But wicked love will leave you blind, and broken. He should have never crossed your mind if you wanted to stay alive. And the same goes for him.

“What a stupid promise,” you murmur, standing behind him. One hand covers his eyes; the other presses a gun to his head. The gesture is both a death wish and an invitation to dance with the devil once more. You’d danced with him this close before, it was a gamble and you knew the risk even before rolling the dice. You knew it, you have been through it. You knew the risk and despite that still went beyond the temptation.

His hand reaches up to cover yours on the gun, cold steel between you. You can feel the quick pulse under his grip, a betraying beat that begs the question: who’s the devil here, him or you?

“And you fell for it every time,”  he murmurs, finally pulling your hand away from his eyes. Tilting his head back, he meets your gaze and admires the way the red dress clings to you as you smile at him—it’s not forced, but genuine. He wonders if you could stop his heart right there, not with a bullet, but with that smile. Why wonder when he knows the answer already?

You tighten your grip, still holding the gun together, feeling the heat of his fingers over yours. His hands are surprisingly warm despite the cold air, his usual detached calm faltering in your shared silence. He tells himself he’s here for the money, for the clean efficiency of a job well done. He thinks he can stay neutral in any situation, but he can’t. Sae wanted to do this quickly and efficiently, destroying you "beautifully" yet you are the one who destroyed him.

His lips tug into a half-smile as he rises from the chair, and reaches for your free hand, threading his fingers through yours—an indication of his love, maybe a final one. Neither of you can say for sure. Just once more, he thinks. One last dance. One final deal with his sweet, dangerous devil. But please, just this once, don’t pull the trigger—don’t pull the strings, even if they’re all that keep you both standing.

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[zhelin-thames]

Wrong Number texts #1

Danny: So then Skulker decides the best way to catch me is by building a giant robot suit. But he forgot to calibrate it for the Ghost Zone’s gravity, so it immediately toppled over and crushed his entire lair. Absolute genius, right?

Jason: I’m torn between laughing and feeling secondhand embarrassment for him. Do all your villains suck this much?

Danny: Hey, I don’t pick my rogues’ gallery. But yeah, most of them are either weird, incompetent, or trying way too hard. Vlad’s the only real threat, and that’s just because he cheats.

Jason: Billionaires always cheat. It’s in their DNA.

Masterpost

[yingtan]

Bai Lu For Madame Figaro China (November 2024)

[cainhowlett]

[ohpuckno]

Introducing new hockey fans to your favourite player is so embarrassing because they’ll ask, ‘Oh, is that them?’ just as the camera cuts to your fav player on the bench doing the most heinous, disgusting, out of pocket behaviour.

Then you have no choice but to double down like, ‘Yeah… they’re my favourite,’ as you watch in horror as they blow a snot rocket or spit on the floor. Girl please stop, you’re embarrassing me.