#brief mention of the tfp au

[transingthoseformers]

Don't even get me started on the worldbuilding in Nor Is He Early, it's this downright lovely blend of the technological and yet spiritual? I mean considering all the things, in the tf universe they have a neato amount of proof for Primus and all that jazz, so it's fairly valid for them to make a big deal out of it. Especially in fics and continuities where Optimus comes around, as often he's way more open about the experiences on his end.

Just look at the TFP au where Oppy has, can, and will argue with the Matrix. Or in cyberverse where Optimus and Megatron legitimately have visions that make mecha question if they're dead or not: Primus and Unicron might not be confirmed in Cyberverse, but the whishy wooshy aspects if the Primes and the Matrix are. I mean... plus theres idwg1 with Primus literally being a therapist and a fairly popular therapist character in fact. Pluuuuuus yes let me bring back some WFC propaganda with the symbiotic relationship between Cybertronians and the Allspark.

[whatudottu]

Me, thinking about Altered Loyalties: Hmm yes, I can choose who gets to live :)

Me, looking at @turrondeluxe ‘s comic and thinking of narrative parallels: And I can choose who stays dead… :)))

Oh, alas Dreadwing, your mission to set out and kill Airachnid - with the assistance of Breakdown - led thee with a dead ‘Con after all, and a rouge on the loose to boot. I wonder which other flight frame Seeker commander had a fatality on a mission, something with a little bot and some slicing of joints?

That’s right ladies, gentlemen and felons! That’s Starscream, bitches!

Imagine this, though many of the trials and tribulations have changed between the death of Skyquake and the first interaction between Starscream and Dreadwing, not only have both commanders lost a mecha on their first formal mission in so long- they just so happened to lose bots that had a bond with a very much still living ally.

But the question is, do I dare entertain these musings? Do I wish to go down this path, what will I gain? Perhaps this relatability, the mutual failings they had for the other half of a departed, will be the shift Starscream pushes for Dreadwing to rethink him- to see Starscream as he is now rather than in the past, and see how Megatron comparably now falls short to this treacherous Second-in-Command. Perhaps, it is with this understanding that it was the fault of the killer - or whichever event led to the death of their lost comrades - that Skyquake and Breakdown are slain, torn asunder and the bodies- where are the bodies?

Or perhaps… things get worse before they get better. Perhaps Dreadwing still finds his brother’s death the fault of Starscream, who led him on a mission that ended up his last, for he too blames himself for the loss of Knock Out’s conjux. It was his fault a spark was lost that day, it was his fault that it wasn’t the sly mecha he was told to kill, and it was his fault that the corpse was nothing more than splattered energon in the dirt.

Where was the FUCKING BODY!?

And it’s that spiralling, that hatred both strawmanned and self-inflicted - pin the blame on a face you know, on a reflection in the mirror - that could play parallel to Starscream. Starscream who has always been blamed for the failings and faults of others, of situations that could not have been predicted, of the numbers lost to the Allspark. Of the blame held only by Megatron towards the poor sod stuck as his Second-in-Command, the bot he keeps the closest not as a reward, but as a caution.

Oh, what better position would it be to keep your conniving bastard, the one that so desperately desires to overthrow your position as top dog of the Decepticons, than to be right by your ever watchful side. A general - a LORD - with one eye open towards his SiC, paired with the one and only ‘eyes and ears of the Decepticons’ Third-in-Command Soundwave to be the optics in the back to Megan’s helm.

And what a lovely position to give a mecha who’s lost his ever loyal brother, who began to slip from his grasp (he was so sure of it at the disgust in the green twin’s eyes) when the ever grand warlord himself grew a fascination for the living dead. What a wondrous gift to give a mecha who’s lost his everything, one who does not fully understand what his position truly means in the eyes of his lord, and will surely stop at nothing - nothing but his morals - to appease the Decepticon cause.

Surely, what a grand position to give a mecha, where the almighty lord himself can push the boundaries of what Dreadwing considers ‘honour’.

I mean, where else are you going to start ‘convincing’ Dreadwing that ‘desecration of corpses is good actually’ if not as a SiC being told to help cut off an arm from a centuries - MILLENIA - old corpse of a long since dead and now desecrated body of a Prime.

But do I, even after all this ‘parallel narratives’ talk (as if trying to convince myself to go through it), wish to uh… forcefully divorce the beloved couple of Knock Out and Breakdown? Do I believe, with the entire story of Altered Loyalties at my fingertips, that this is the only way for a narrative parallel between Starscream and Dreadwing play out? To change their relationship to one another because both of them, their fault or no, are in part related to the death of a bonded spark?

Maybe the scenario will not come to fruition in the first place, there are MANY things I can change between my rewritten ‘Students and Masters’ Skyquake death (with all the hints of backstory and now actual character with a few episodes of ‘being alive’ before exiting stage left) and the original episode ‘Triangulation’ of rouge Starscream and Lieutenant Dreadwing despising one another. After all, I still have some ideas brewing about Cliffjumper and freaking Makeshift, for heaven’s sake! It’s a long way to be rewritten and thought about between the fricking pilot and season fricking two, haha!

Who knows, only I will- with further thinking, at least.

:)

Stay tuned.

oh- they put the tag limit to 30 now- oh… my rambling…

[torn-and-frayed]

Test Scores

Word Count: 1151

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some brief indirect mentions of depression

A/N: Written based off a drabble prompt sent by @deanssweetheart23  who also asked for an AU when I asked her for a preference. The prompt is bolded in the text. This is not a drabble because I cannot drabble anymore apparently. 

Masterlist 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Appreciated

“What’re you doing here?” You sigh and slump further into the couch, totally forgetting you’d given your overprotective boyfriend a key to your apartment. You couldn’t even look at him, staring blankly at the floor.

“You’ve been distant and you stopped answering my texts yesterday,” Dean says, tossing your books off the couch to make a space for himself next to you. “What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?”

You’re burrito’d in a throw blanket, huddled in the corner of the couch. Your phone is at your feet, the battery long since dead. The TV is on in in front of you, but you haven’t paid any attention to it in who knows how long. You’ve barely moved in a whole day. You shrug a shoulder and press your face into the arm of the couch, letting out another involuntarily sigh.

Dean knew about your struggles going into this relationship. He had struggles of his own. He never judged, he never pushed, he just loved you anyway and you loved him back. His hand finds its way up the blanket, coming to rest on your calf, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “You didn’t bomb the MCAT did you? You worked so hard. We both did.”

“I got a perfect score,” you murmur.

“Baby!” Dean’s eyes widen in shock and before you know it he jumps off the couch and is on his knees in front of you, gripping your face in a heated kiss.

It should feel amazing, you should melt into a puddle. You should grab him back and pull him on top of you on the couch. Instead, you shove him away angrily and shoot to your feet, chest heaving with misplaced rage. “No, Dean, don’t you know what this means?” You scream, throwing the blanket across the room.

Dean stands up, looking at you like a wounded animal. “That you can get into any medical school you want? You can get your dream career? You and I can go to medical school together like we talked about?”

“No! It means I’m the girl with the perfect MCAT score so now I have to be perfect all the fucking time and I can’t do it! I can’t fucking do that! It’s too much! It’s too hard!” You grab a book off the table and throw that too, watching it bounce off the wall and hit the floor with a thud, papers flying out of it in every direction. “Maybe I don’t wanna be a doctor anymore!”

“Alright, Y/N, c’mere,” Dean approaches slowly and cages you into his arms so tight you can barely breathe. Your body is flush against his, so close you aren’t sure if even the smallest speck of dust could get between you. He tucks your head under his chin, kissing the top of your head, leaving his lips lingering right there. Your arms circle around his back, holding onto him for dear life. “It’s OK,” he repeats, rocking back and forth, “you don’t have to live up to anyone’s standards and if you don’t wanna do this anymore you don’t have to do this. What else do you wanna do, huh?”

“Move to a farm and raise puppies and kittens. Like. Hundreds at a time,” you mumble into his neck. He laughs and the rumble vibrates your entire body.

“That’s retirement, sweetheart. I don’t think you can retire before you start a career.”

“‘M’sorry I yelled at you,” you sigh and nuzzle into Dean’s neck, inhaling his scent. “I didn’t mean it. It’s not your fault.”

“I know you didn’t.” You can feel him smile against your head as he lets you go. He collects the blanket and book you threw and puts them back where they belong and you take up your spot back on the couch. “Have you eaten today?” You shake your head and he gives you a knowing look. “Yesterday?” You shake your head again and he sighs. “I know you have stuff in the fridge. I’ll make us dinner.”

You reach out and snatch his wrist as he heads for the kitchen, pulling him so quick to the couch he stumbles and almost falls. “No,” you glare up at him and he blinks in confusion at your sudden change in demeanor.

“You gotta eat something you can’t jus - “

“Cuddle or leave.”

“What?” He huffs a laugh when he realizes what you want but your face stays deadly serious.

“You heard me.” You yank him toward you until he finally falls onto the couch. “Cuddle or leave.”

“So is that a no to dinner?” He laughs and positions himself at the end of the couch, grabbing the blanket and opening his arms up for you. You crawl right in and he wraps you both in the blanket, snuggling you up tight. Dean was the best cuddler you’d ever met, even if he denied it with everything he had.

“Takeout,” you sigh in content and rest your head on his chest as he starts to play with your hair.

Several hours later and you’re still cuddled together with full stomachs and takeout boxes scattered all over your coffee table and floor. There’s a movie playing although you aren’t entirely sure what it is. You don’t really care. This is the first you’ve really been able to spend any real quality time with Dean through all the exam prep and you’re savoring it for all its worth.

“You good?” Dean murmurs, half asleep.

“Mmmhmm,” you snuggle closer and his arm tightens, when realization suddenly hits. “Hey, earlier you said we can go to medical school together. How are you so sure about that? What if we end up on opposite sides of the country.”

“Got my MCAT score,” he shrugs. “Scored a 527.”

You lift yourself up on your elbow to look at his face and he’s smirking like an idiot, a huge shit eating grin on his face. “Dean that’s -”

“1 point less than perfect. I know,” his grin turns to a smile and you throw yourself at him, hugging him so tight you might break him. “Our grades are both great. Our MCAT scores are more than great. That’s why I’m so sure.”

You kiss him hard and fast, until he can’t breathe anymore and pulls away, but you chase him to keep it going. Your biggest fear was that you’d have to split up. You never said it until your outburst but you’d been so afraid you’d lose what you had and now, knowing you wouldn’t, it was as if a boulder was just lifted off your shoulders.

“I think we should celebrate,” he smirks as he pulls away.

“Yeah?” You ask. “How do you think we should do that?”

“In bed, naked, covered in our test scores,” he says and you giggle, nodding your head as he wastes little time carrying you down the hall to your room.

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[darnedchild]

My list of fics that are eligible for  the 2017 SAMFAs

So, the SAMFAs are coming up and it has been suggested that one should perhaps make a list of all their eligible Sherlolly fics in case someone is looking for some stuff to nominate.

Coincidentally, I have some fics that were written during the specified time period. AND, as a side benefit, if you are not interested in nominating fic but are looking for some more junk to read . . . My list will also be able to provide that!

From January 2017:

Impulses - Originally written in response to the large amount of anti-Sherlolly wank found in the Sherlolly tag on Tumblr. I bring you some Sherlock wank . . . literally. Fair warning, this is a tie-in to my fic ‘A Vicious Motivator’. You probably do not need to read that one to get the gist of this one–mostly because this one is pretty much just an excuse for smut–but it does make several references to events that happen in the other story if you get confused.

Take a Chance - Sherlock considers John's advice. A quick one shot set near the end of The Lying Detective (S4 E2) so a bit spoilery for that episode.

From February 2017:

The Mayfair Murderer - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Part Deux -Day Two : ____ At First Sight (Fanworks focusing on first meetings). Regency (?) AU version of Sherlock and Molly's first meeting.

Please Believe Me When I Say I Love You - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Part Deux - Day 3 - Valentine's Day/Galentine's Day/Single's Awareness Day (Fanworks focusing on one of the holidays celebrated February 14th) References Series 4 and TFP.

It Can’t Happen Again - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Part Deux - Day 4 - Feels Like ____ (Fanworks focusing on feelings) The day that Sherlock and Molly solved some crimes.  **This one may not count as it’s pre-Sherlolly, and her day with Sherlock is the beginning of the end for Molly’s engagement**

A Thin Line  - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Part Deux - Day 6 - ... Forever (Fanworks focusing on relationships, either long or short term, of any variety) A look at how Molly's relationship with her abusive mother effects her adult life. TW: domestic abuse.  **Not going to lie, I’m very proud of this one**

From March 2017:

Are You ready? – It’s been six months since the phone call. Molly and Sherlock have been taking things slow.  Perhaps too slow.  Another wank!lock fic, because I love those.

From April 2017: 

Not What He Had Hoped For - Sherlock visits Molly right after the events at Sherinnford. Will she welcome him with open arms or will she slam the door in his face?

From May 2017:

He Took Her Breath Away - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day One (Non-Canon - First Meeting). The first time she saw him, he took her breath away. Literally.

The First Date – A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Two (Non-Canon – First Date).  The difference between a first date and The First Date.

Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Three (Canon Compliant - Season 2 / Non-Canon - First Kiss). The first time Sherlock kissed Molly, set during the infamous Christmas party in ASiB. (Pre-Sherlolly)  **Another one that may not count.  Sherlock has feelings for Molly that he’s not quite ready to deal with**

Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Four (Non-Canon - First Sleepover/Sleep Together). The many times Sherlock has sought the comfort of Molly Hooper's bed. (I would rate it a "Hard T" for a brief mention of wanking, sorry)

Another Letter to Mary - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Five (Canon Compliant – The Abominable Bride). A sequel of sorts to last year's Sherlolly Appreciation Week fic "A Letter to Mary". Pre-Sherlolly versions of Hooper/Holmes.

Hi. - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Six(Canon Compliant – Season 4). Sherlock said he deletes every text that starts with 'Hi'. Molly wonders if he's fibbing.

Shezza’s Missus - A short fic for Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Seven (Non-Canon - Free Choice). Molly has a very interesting talk with Bill Wiggins.

From June 2017:

Plus One - Molly does a favour for Mycroft, and Sherlock gets it wrong. (Prompt: Mollcroft fake relationship with jealous Sherlock)

From July 2017:

Boyfriend Material - Sherlock has made it quite clear that he’s not boyfriend material, but that was before Molly needed to find a tactful way to avoid the attentions of a persistent admirer. Perhaps it’s just a matter of semantics. (In progress)

From September 2017:

I’m Not Saying a Word - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week (Summer 2017) - Day 5 - The Wrong Trouser Of Time (Fanworks focusing on canon divergence) What if Sherlock decided not to keep his observations to himself when he finally met Tom in “The Empty Hearse”?

And I’ll See It Through - A short fic for Molly Hooper Appreciation Week (Summer 2017) - Day 6 - Music Lifts My Soul (Fanworks incorporating music) The night before The Fall, Sherlock asks a lot of Molly. Perhaps too much.

And Finally – a trio of 200 word drabbles with a Sherlolly pairing

The Sound of Thunder

Delicate Lace

Cover of Night