#frag that I'm not changing it in the story-

[startheskelaton]

I'm not sure how Nightflyer and Soundblsster met Sparkplug, but I guess they met her at Earth.

So I'll do my interpretation of how Nightflyer and Soundblaster got on Earth.

Nightflyer was at the palace as usual, going to his berth after he finishes all work for the day he overhears from his sire's chambers about space bridge and how it can take someone to a different planet.

Interested, he begs and pleades Soundblaster to help him try the space bridge, which Soundblaster soon agrees with, using this as an opportunity to get rid of Nightflyer.

So they sneak out and go to the room where the space bridge is kept, and they eventually find it after a few miss ups at which room is it and knocking a few guards or less.

They tried using the space bridge, but it went wrong, and they both ended on the same planet called Earth. They ended up in different places, Nightflyer ended up in the same forest where Optimus first arrived and met Spike, and he's amazed by Earth's beauty while Soundblaster ended up in near fancy human city as he wondered where the living FRAG he ended up.

And that's pretty much it. You can tell me how they actually ended up

Also, I think Nightflyer and Soundblaster would love Earth and its culture.

Nightflyer like Optimus from idw comic and maaaaaaaybe Repunzel from Tangled would fall in love with Earth's beauty and its creatures and plants since he never saw that back Cybertron where everything's metal. To his, this would be a dream come true since, like you said, he's into mutants and plants.

Soundblaster wouldn't like it at first, but then he sees humanity's arts, creativity, literature, museums, and many more humanity has to offer. Like Nightflyer, this would be a dream come true to him, too, since he's into art and literature.

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Bonus: Back on Cybertron, Starscream and Shockwave panicking where the living Primus where their sons went and screaming at anyone while Slipscream tries to eat her energon cereal.

Anyway i really love your ocs and I wish to know more about them. I really love how you have progressed the story so far. I love it.

Actually the real answer is a good bit different, however I love the story you made, It was vary fun to read!

This is how it really went down.

Shockwave chose Nightflyer in particular to be the one to go to earth undercover, he did this because he knew that Night was so loyal to his family, that he wouldn't change sides if need be (this would be proven right later). Nightflyer was absolutely mortified when he was told that he needed to go to earth, not because he didn't like earth, but because he would have to go alone to make the plan look believable. Also he would have to purposefully crash his ship on the planet... but the alone thing was more of priority for him.

He dose make it to earth and makes the ship crash, making it look like he desperately trying to escape from Cybertron. He would be found and taken to the Autobot base (after checking him for tracking devices) where he would be questioned and checked to see if his arrival would bring more enemies to the planet. He was kinda blacked out for a while (because of the crash) when he was sent to Ratchet's med bay to undergo an emergency check up. And who just happened to be the reluctant medical assistant on hand? Sparkplug. She really had to fight her dad in order to stay and help with the exam (she really wanted to be part of something exciting, and a random hot guy falling from space was definitely exciting).

They properly met during tryouts for being put on a mission team. Nightflyer passed well (however he needed to hide his full potential as to not tip off that he was part of the Cybertonian guard). Sparkplug on the other hand passed with shockingly flying colors for a bot her size, however was immediately turned away by Megatron (this is because Sparkplug has been training most of her life to be qualified for off base missions, however is shot down by her dad each time at the qualifying tests. Like her late father, she's not one to take rejection lying down, so she has trained for years and gone to every try out. Much to Megatron's dismay, this has only forced her to get stronger then she would have been if he had passed her earlier).

At first Sparkplug is kinda spiteful against Night simply because he was able to go on missions despite being so new to the autobots, however something makes her look at him differently... she notices he's lying. She has no idea what about but she can feel it, something about his story is too perfect, he's moving up the ranks too quickly and cold outer shell doesn't fit with someone who wanted to break away from his original faction. So when she finds him in the library one night, she corners him, and he breaks... but not fully. He reveals his true personality to her, but not his mission. He is vary genuin about how he feels trapped by having to mask all the time, that no one would take his seriously if he was himself, and how he genuinely felt oppressed by the "the strong rule the weak" mentality of the Decepticons. In return, Sparkplug opens up about her strange existence and confusing expectations people have for her. That she needs to be a replacement but not a copy, to have prime's kindness but none of Megatron's anger, love herself for being special but listen to everyone talk about how freaky her existence is. And after that night... Sparks start to fly between the two.

Soundblaster met Sparkplug in the middle of space.

Eventually the time comes and the seekers (slipstream and company) show up on earth and it's revealed that Nightflyer was a spy the whole time. And a dangerous one at that, actually able to go up against a good amount of the autoboots. This breaks Sparkplug's heart because she talked to Nightflyer a LOT, she had no idea if any of that was real or not. It didn't help his case when he immediately sided with his sister, going back to being a deception due to his loyalty to his family.

However during this shit show, who arrives but the DJD, taking advantage to the situation to try and take Sparkplug in order to make her a new Megatron. Seeking a chance to be praised by Shockwave, Soundblaster is able to grab Sparkplug admits the chaos (capturing the last remints of Optimus prime would be extremely useful in manipulating the public or just making a super weapon) . However due to a mix of Skywarp's powers fucking up along with Slipstream's (she has the same power's as Skywarp), Soundblaster and Sparkplug are warped halfway across the universe. This now forces our characters to try and find Spark before anyone else can.

When coming to, Sparkplug is absolutely livid at Soundblaster and immediately attacks him. But due to the situation, they reluctantly come to an agrement, get somewhere where they can get back to Cybertron or earth, then fight about it then. This forces the two to work with one another to try and make it to intergalactic space station without dying. During this time, Sound only communicates through mores code, never speaking once. However him and Sparkplug have a good amount of conversations, slowly opening up to one another. They really hit it off when Sparkplug is able to relate to Soundblaster, but admit that he defiantly had it worse then her (nightflyer on the other hand saw himself and Soundblaster as equally out cased despite the huge power discrepancy). She's able to see him for who he is, what he was supposed to be, and who he wants to be... and this makes Soundblaster throw away his loyalty to the decepticons and decide to be loyal to Sparkplug herself.

OH MY GOD this was a long post, I could go on but I need to stop myself before this becomes an essay.

[yuukirita]

chap 20 be like:

[coffeefiction]

Changing the Story for Once Part 1 of Chapter 1

This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.

And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.

And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.

Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.

English is not my first language, so it's a mess.

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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal. 

He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.

Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices. 

Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that. 

The novel was called “For Once”  and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.

He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.

He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes.  Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much. 

But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.  

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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm—  he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.

This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.  

“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.

His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).

This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.

What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him.  It was Optimus Slagging Prime…. 

“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!

And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!

Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!

But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—

 And screamed.

 A very panic yet muffled scream.  

[theoceanoasis]

I'm very curious now after reading the story of Percy rejecting Dratchetrod. Who would Percy approve of being with Hot Rod? Soundrod? Megarod? Rodimags? I must know who you think deserves to be with Rodders!

Some people would say that he didn't think anyone was good enough for his bitty and that was mostly true. Everyone who tried to court Hot Rod was unworthy and only wanted to frag his sparkling and then leave him.

He refused to let anyone break his spark which is why he was determined to chase them all away.

Hot Rod might not like it, but eventually he'll understand that he's doing what's best for him.

Drift and Ratchet had backed off and were leaving Hot Rod alone. He'd been sad about it for a while but was slowly starting to heal.

In their place came others like Megatron and Ultra Magnus.

He absolutely refused to let Megatron court his bitty. He was a war criminal who not only killed Hot Rod but also hurt him on numerous occasions.

There was also the risk that he was going to die when they found the knights of Cybertron and he refused to let his bitty go through that pain.

He would have begrudgingly accepted Ultra Magnus because he would have been good for his bitty and he knows Hot Rod liked him. The only problem was that he was in a relationship with Megatron which was unacceptable. He didn't want Hot Rod near him. He didn't care if he changed he still killed his sparkling and he would forever hold a grudge.

Thunderclash had also shown his interest numerous times in the past and has been very sweet. He'd always come by and check on Hot Rod bringing him little gifts to help him feel better.

He was someone he could approve of. Thunderclash was strong and could protect his sparkling from anyone who wanted to hurt him. He also cared about Hot Rod a lot and it was obvious to everyone around that he was in love with him and would do anything for him.

The only problem is that Hot Rod wasn't interested in him. He didn't like Thunderclash at all and seemed annoyed with his presence which confused him. He was hoping that maybe once he moved on from Drift and Ratchet he'd give him a chance.

When Hot Rod got over his crush he was so happy that he started to look for potential suitors for his sparkling. He was so busy that he didn't even notice Hot Rod sneaking around with someone. Until he accidentally caught them together.

He stared in shock as Soundwave of all people held his bitty and immediately yelled. He tried threatening him in private which didn't work. Apparently the two of them have known each other for a lot longer than he realized.

They used to be in a relationship before the war and were forced to separate during the war and now that it was over Soundwave wasn't going to lose him again.

Even after all this time and dealing with the war the two of them still loved each other and no matter what he did, Soundwave would never leave Hot Rod.

Although he didn't like it he didn't have much of a choice. Hot Rod loved him and Soundwave wasn't leaving him anytime soon.

[catdracox]

TFA Sidearm - Live a Little

(Short story below the read me/keep reading.)

"You can live a little, you know. Like you used to."

That's what she said.

Sideswipe rolled his eyes as he watched Strongarm walk along the edge of the rooftop of the building from where he sat. It was just the two of them, thanking Primus for Cheetor taking the new students (Nightbeat, Siren and Hosehead) out on their last night patrol. Last thing he wants is distractions from three obnoxious teens and a officer that acts like a teen.

The two Autobots were out in one of Iacon's most beautiful twilight nights, where the stars shined at their brightest and the faintest peak of magenta could be seen. It was like this night came as a tangible whisper to the millions of lights in the sky.

It reminded Sideswipe of the times in his younger days, where he would try and pull the greatest stunt ever on special nights like this.

"Care to join me?"

He looked up to see Strongarm staring at him with a simple, yet inviting smile.

He just sighs. "Strongarm, I…I know things have been rocky since your return, and I don't think I'll have enough to say for-"

"Sideswipe, I know things have changed." She looked at him, not keeping her attention on where she's going anymore. "I changed, you changed. But is that really stopping us? We need to look forward to-"

Her foot didn't register its calculation when it came down slightly off-kilter on the edge and she felt her weight shift more to the right where, below her, a hard, metal pavement awaited.

But before anything could happen, a firm but gentle arm wrapped itself around her, a hand pressed firmly on her waist as she was pilled towards the mech that saved her.

Sideswipe felt his body go into overdrive. 30,000 stellar cycles on the force will do that. As soon as he saw Strongarm's body falter in one way, his instincts reacted and he pulled her away from the roof's edge, wrapping his arm protectively around her and brought her closer to his frame.

The two locked optics on each other for a long time, neither one making a move. Then Strongarm gave a small grin, one Sideswipe missed to the pits and back.

"Want to dance?"

He blinked. Dance? Is she fragging with me?! She could have died and yet here she was, acting like it never happened and going about it like normal.

Sideswipe looked at her, deadpanned. "You can't be serious."

She grinned more. "And what if I'm not?"

This femme, I swear… While he wouldn't say it, he missed how the two of them would be out at night, her chasing him in the darkest hours, just enjoying the sounds of their roaring engines.

He just pulled her closer, their bright optics illuminating their faces as he spoke sternly: "Let's see if you can keep up."

She smiles. "I plan to~"

(God, this felt like forever! I wanted to do a TFA Sidearm piece for a while. And I think TFA Strongarm might get a future ref sheet from me [and she might get a different look, not sure yet]. And this maybe just be an excuse to draw TFA Sideswipe as well, cause….well, Sideswipe is my favorite. The background was haphazardly put together.

Also, TFA Strongarm is a bit taller than TFA Sideswipe, thanks to some friends of mine on Discord for planting that idea in my head.

And the dialogue is something that I wanted to add. It may or may not be related to a fic I'm planning on making. We'll see.)

[cass-phoenix]

2024 Writing Roundup

Tagged by @remedyturtles Thank you, cherie!

Words Posted: 200,698! It was a big year, and I didn't even do that great during Nano. That makes me happy that I was able to write so much. I'm also not counting my original works in that.

Additional Word Count: 100,052 .....what. What. What?!

Fandoms: Some original stuff, ROTTMNT, 2012 TMNT, Arcane, TFP, and TFOne!

Highest Kudos + Highest Hit One-Shot: Faults, Follies, and Fixes! That one makes sense. I wrote it earliest in the year, so it had plenty of time to accumulate love. It sits at 294 kudos and 1,781 hits. Pretty cool!

New Things I Tried: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPRINTING?! SET A TIMER AND WRITE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN DURING THE ALLOTTED TIME MOST OF MY WORD COUNT WAS DONE WHILE SPRINTING I LOVE SPRINTING LET ME SPRINT MORE CHIEF My friends have referred to sprinting as my "life blood". Oh, also I go by Dray now.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On: Honestly? Ummm, not counting Shredder's Vendetta because that is a multi-year project, but probably Anywhere Just Not Home! I started developing it early in 2024/later in 2023, and it's become one of my favourites.

Fic I Spent The Least Time On: Violet Is The Colour Of Grief. Wrote that bad boy in probably thirty minutes.

Favourite Thing I Wrote: This is kind of a tie. Right now, the closest one I've got is I've Got You Under My Skin. That was a labor of love with one of my best friends, @pickledcarrotsandradish and beta'd by @mackself. It took me over for a full month, combing through it, making it perfect, rereading it over and over and over. The second one is a lot less cool, but it's Trample the Weak. It just made me happy to do.

Favourite Thing(s) I Read: So many. So, so many. I've narrowed it down to the ones I remember vividly.

firefight by remrose Obviously. By the way it auto-capitalized remrose which proves just how much I yell their name.

Oh, If My Engine Works Perfectly On Empty by Bemmiecake Wishing Bemmiecake all the best in their recovery... One time they commented on one of my stories and I felt like I had ascended as high as I could.

Minus One by carrot_top_munk What can I say but what the frag??? This changed me forever. So what if I cried?!

Waste Report by Caubool Another one that left me a sobbing mess on the floor begging for redemption and love and why would they write that

the soft animal of your body by taizi I am staring respectfully. I've reread it half a billion times. I love the concept so much and I need more from that universe.

Fight or Flight by pickledcarrotsandradish SO I'M BIASED WHAT ABOUT IT, IT'S A FIC FOR ME ABOUT TEAM A! MY FAVOURITE TEAM! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, NOT INCLUDE IT?! Also, Radish, you don't have a pfp on AO3 and it threw me when I was copying the link for your username. /lh /t

Frigid Sliders and Flaming Feet by orchardkeeper This one is underrated. So underrated I might just cry and throw up. Everyone, read it, pLEASE it's so good it's got a hypothermia Leo or a Hypothermeo as I like to call him! It's so good. It's so good. Oh also Leo has depression did I mention that bit?!

Say Something True by Dandy So funny story. I named myself Cassandra, and only afterwards did I learn about the prophetess' curse. Every so often I'm reminded of the inherent angst tied to the name. This fic reminds me of it OFTEN mostly because I reread it like crazy.

like_theletter So I know I'm supposed to recommend fics here. But I don't want to copy the link for every single one of his fics. So I recommend this author. I came to a section in my bookmarks that was just a wall of L's stories. I love him so much. Don't tell him but I think he's my favourite author.

helpless by splinnters Almost every One-Shot I read leaves me begging for more. This one is no exception. In fact, it's top of the food chain. How dare they just END it there I need MORE

Writing Goals for 2025: Oh, we're doing goals? Then 500,000 words. I bet I could make it. It'd suck, but I bet I could make it.

New Works: Promises, Priorities and Protocols. (Someone who wasn't even in the TF fandom told me they want to read this one because of the snippets I've sent in the sprinting channel. I'm so excited to write more, but I got stuck.) A Matter Of Silence. Playing Favourites. What's In A Name. Incessant Buzzing. Honey Hunt. Entomology Mount. Names are all subject to change, but if you're in the TF fandom, I bet you know immediately what character is my favourite.

Tagging: @griffin-stone, @pickledcarrotsandradish, @mackself, @orchard-keeper

[bellygunnr]

Hanging it All on You

A Transformers OC story. ES-based with G1 elements. Liberties taken. Sawhorse POV first, Firewall POV second.

If you weren't so attuned to the scent of energon, you wouldn't have noticed him. Bumblebee knew how to hide well, though you question the efficacy of such a skill when you're on death's doorstep. You don't even need to be a medic to parse that out. Injuries of all kinds had a scent to them-- and this one was bad.

Still, you don't announce your presence until you're rolling the rock away from the under-bridge tunnel. You take the blaster fire handily, letting your battered shoulders dissipate the worst of it, until he registers the tell-tale markings of a medic. Technically, you weren't supposed to retain these decals, but you kept them on hand. Didn't make Bumblebee look at you with any less suspicion, but he did stop firing.

"You're not Autobot," Bumblebee hisses.

"What gave it away?" You huff, sarcastic. "Let's cut a deal, baby."

You spare him the glare of your lightbar, opting for the low beams across your chest. Bumblebee was in shambles, curled up against the concrete wall, arms cast listlessly in his lap while energon flowed anew from his joints. No doubt from the effort of transforming them into weapons -- what a pain.

"You think I'm just gonna-- make deals? Better off lettin’ me bleed out, 'Con," Bumblebee says, baring his teeth. "I've got buddies on the way, you know."

You roll your optics. The tunnel echoes with the sheer noise of your movement inside. It'd make you claustrophobic, if you still had that defect. Bumblebee doesn't even move as you lumber closer and closer. He must really be injured.

"See, I'm gonna fix you, deal or no deal," you say bluntly, dropping to a crouch. "You're too valuable to die, ain't that right? Aside from that... I think I can change your mind."

Bumblebee's face contorts, conflicted. He doesn't protest as you reach behind your neck and unspool a diagnostic cable, the shielding pitted and burned, simply staring up at you with wide, blue optics. Dim optics. At this distance, you can hear his internals working, most notably a clicking coolant pump.

You're a doctor by trade, of course. For speedsters and modifieds and outliers. Not always a surgeon, but you figure you make a pretty good one now, after millions of years at war. Unfortunately, you didn't kit up for a field op, but...

Wordlessly, Bumblebee turns his right arm over, exposing an open port at his wrist. Before you can jack in, though, he jerks back, plating and doorwings flaring in alarm. Yet, just as quickly, he cringes in pain, knocking his helm back against the wall.

"You can tell me to frag off, you know," you say dryly. "I can just let you bleed out, if you're gonna be ungrateful."

"No, no, no-- I just-- why the port? Can't you just scan me or whatever?"

Bumblebee has the grace to look guilty through the pain warping his body and rolling off his field. Still, you hesitate, cursing yourself for it all the while. You're a doctor-- an enemy, maybe-- but everyone listens to doctors! What kind of medics do the Autobots have if their scout is acting like this?

"I don't have a handheld scanner, so no," you explain patiently. "And just between us? One of your lot damaged my medical suites. We're down to analog, you and I."

This time, he lets you plug in. You push forward nothing but medical requests and your ident-tags. He responds in kind and a klik later you’re analyzing his vitals, from spark integrity to fuel pressure. He taps at the firewalls inside your head, a packet closed within a metaphorical fist.

You brush him aside. <<Were you serious about your backup?>> You ask instead.

He’s a mess. Not as dead as you thought, but his coolant pump is on its way out, no doubt due to the significant physical trauma wrapped around his abdomen. Already, his temperature is ticking up, wicking away the intensity of his self-repair. Hard to think about sealing fuel lines with the radiator threatening to boil, huh.

<<I thought medics were supposed to talk more,>> Bumblebee complains. <<What are you even doing in there?>>

You don’t cease peeling Bumblebee open like an organic crab, but you push apology-guilt into your field while opening a watch-along to your processes. His jaw clenches as he’s now able to watch you file away his topic change for later.

“It’s not overly invasive, don’t be a baby. I’m clamping your lines because you can’t stop bleeding– not your fault— and I’m checking out your cooling system. Half your fans are burned out. Did you get some voltage?”

<<Business end of a power line,>> Bumblebee confesses.

Memories flicker on the peripheral of the hardline connection, most likely of said power line. You ignore them, tying off the last errant line through the first wisps of steam. Absently, you pop open a physical compartment in your abdomen, fishing out a large unmarked tin. The sweet scent of coolant is stronger now, nauseating with the acidic odor of energon already weighing down the air, its source obvious. 

<<I’m gonna be real honest, Autobot,>> you start, switching to the silent comm-link, <<I ain’t equipped to handle your wiring. Best I can do is keep your internals from cooking.>>

You’re aware of Bumblebee tracking your every movement. You make a show of wiping off your hands, as if showing off your wide palms and blunted fingertips will put him at ease. Over the link, you push forward images of your intentions. 

For some reason, it doesn’t put your patient at ease. But you’re not here to make him feel good so you forge ahead, tarring up the cracks in his radiator and dumping a cube of coolant down his intake. His pump clicks all the while.

Some part of your treatment seems to work. Bumblebee visibly relaxes, but you warn him against moving too suddenly, lest your hard work come undone. His optics brighten marginally and newfound alertness prickles over his field. He makes a weak gesture to the cable running between you both.

“Need to keep observing you,” you say aloud, only slightly admonishing. “Now– that deal. You have something I want.”

Bumblebee jerks forward, expression darkening. “What could I possibly have? I don’t even know who you are!”

“Stop moving!” You snap. “You don’t need to know who I am. You just need to help me find him.”

“I never agreed to the deal,” Bumblebee says, but there’s no fire in it.

He lets his helmet rest back against the wall. You wonder if you misjudged all of the Autobots, or just this one. Aren’t they supposed to be soft? Don’t they like paying back favors? You just saved his life, after all, oath be damned. Did you have to get physical with him?

Primus, his chest was open. You were plugged into his systems (and he, yours). It would be so easy–

Bumblebee is waving his hand in your face. You snap reflexively at his fingers, sharpened fangs scraping across metal planes.

“Fucker, ow,” Bumblebee hisses, snatching his hand back with the whine of a servo. “I said I was gonna help– not my fault you were spacing out, ‘Con.”

Oh. You stare at him, winding back the last thirty seconds of your life. Ah.

“Oh. Well. Good,” you say. “His name’s Firewall. You took him prisoner three local cycles ago. I need him back. Please.”

For a terrifying moment, Bumblebee looks as if he doesn’t recognize the name. Then his field flickers, a mixture of shock and confusion covering bitten-back lethargy and wariness.

“You want that lunatic back?” Bumblebee demands, optics flying wide.

“That lunatic is my conjunx!” You snarl, suddenly witless, frightened. “I need your help, so please– please.”

Begging. You’re disgusted with yourself, but you can’t stand the idea of failing here, not after juking the Decepticon brass and diving headfirst behind enemy lines. You won’t fail here. You’ll show him–

Bumblebee waves a placating hand,vocalizer fritzing. “Hey, hey, hey– I’m not retracting my offer or anything, calm down. Didn’t realize it was so serious.”

It's at that moment the rocks blocking off the opposite end of the tunnel shift. Harsh lights flood inside, followed by two pink chassises. Bumblebee shouts for them not to fire, but you’re already subspacing a handheld saw and jamming it against his throat. 

—

The Autobots have a tight ship, at least. Of course, why wouldn’t they? Their base was literally a spaceship. The brig, stuffed in the deepest, lowest section of the hull, is especially tight, with cells reinforced with both force fields and bars, the dimensions just wide enough to accommodate a seeker’s wings. And with your build, that means plenty of room to walk four paces and turn around in a never-ending cycle, so long as you keep your cooling fins and excess blades retracted. Not that you have a choice – the inhibitor claw newly bolted into the back of your neck makes it impossible to even think about a transformation, let alone do it.

So you pace, lurching and lunging back and forth, memorizing the featureless metal box with every pass. Rivets, some missing, most not, line the walls, potential weaknesses if you were the type to notice or exploit such things. You’re not, but your wrists are cross-cuffed, so you especially couldn’t try to make something happen. It’s whatever, really.

That’s what you tell yourself. It’s not a big deal. Just being alive is infinite possibility. You owe it to Sawhorse to behave. Keep your helm down. To hell with your way out, so meticulously planned. You two always worked best when improvising, after all. Maybe this was meant to happen. Serendipity at the business end of an Autobot firing squad. They wouldn’t believe you if you told them, after all, that you were Conjunxed and want to move to Earth-Italy, and would they pretty please let you go so you can stuff yourself inside a box for ninety local cycles and come out a new mech– it’ll be like being a bug, you’d tell them anxiously, like those caterpillars, have you ever seen them, did you ever care to look– 

You freeze mid-step. Your thoughts have wandered off. This is a very, very small room. Primus didn’t forge you with cramped spaces in mind. Only the brig warden– well, guard– shifting his plating grounds you back into reality. 

His voice carries.

“Didn’t expect you guys back so soon. Is that another–?”

“You’re dismissed, Sunstreaker,” a faintly familiar voice says. “Get some recharge.”

It’s difficult, dredging up the data necessary to place the voice. All your taxed brain can give is a featureless pink visage, which a subroutine helpfully labels as either Arcee or Elita-1. Neither of which you’re eager to meet. Did your reputation even warrant Autobot brass? You puff up your plating and press up against the shimmering bars, stasis cuffs humming in warning.

Footsteps rattle. Shadows loom. You perk up, audials instantly detecting an uneven shuffle, the rhythm of a limp. Something in your spark squeezes, then blooms, a savage thing, the first cut of hope– 

“Doctor,” you whisper.

There he is. Half your height but twice as wide, all broad curves and tough rubber edges, dim with the lack of energon, but alive. You shove your helm up against the force-protected bars, howling plaintively when it shocks you– so you keen beseechingly at your captors, up until Sawhorse shakes off his cuffs and grabs the bars, optics cycling to their widest setting. 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself doin’ that, baby, come on,” Sawhorse murmurs gently. “It’s okay, we’re okay, we’re gettin’ out– you understand me?”

His words wash over you, but you’re not sure if you understand him, not really. Your thoughts have vanished, processor going scratchy as your brain module happily loops itself into an existence consisting of “Sawhorse” and “Obstructions preventing proximity to Sawhorse.” You snarl threateningly at the Autobots shuffling behind Sawhorse, uncomprehending of both word and action, until the bars and shield drop and your way forward is– open. You lunge.

Big, stout, heavy arms catch your torso and twist your momentum, sending you reeling through the air in listing spins, but it’s okay because it’s your doctor, your Conjunx, cradling you close and stroking dense digits down your back. You tuck your helm underneath his, letting the quiet rumble of his engine soothe you. He unhooks your restraints with quick, practiced motions, muttering sweet nothings just loudly enough your combat protocols stay offline.

“That’s a good one,” Sawhorse continues, soft as a whisper. “You look unhurt– good, I’m glad. Now, we don’t have a lot of time, Firewall, so… Unless… Are you sure Bumblebee will be fine? I can continue–”

“We do have a medical corps,” one of the Autobots says dryly. “As much as we’d love to have you stick around, we are halfway to committing treason–”

“If you insist,” Sawhorse says. 

You curl a protective arm around your doctor’s waist. The Autobots cast unreadable expressions upon you, data that your mind files away for processing later. Then they turn around and hurry off. 

Bound together, you and Sawhorse follow doggedly. It’s a circuitous route through the fallen Autobot ship, paths and details you should memorize, but you know better than that. You’re leaving this war– trying to pretend otherwise, or save your metal later, undermines the purpose. The only way, now, is this.

Though you have no idea how Sawhorse pulled this off. A breakout is one thing– Autobot command assisting is wholly another. 

<<Sawhorse: query,>> you ping over the bonded connection.

<<Firewall: acknowledge,>> he pings back.

<<How did you pull this off?>> 

One of the Autobots draws short, a fist clenched in the air beside her. You slide your hand up to grip Sawhorse’s shoulder tire, plating clamping tight to your protoform as everyone stops. The other Autobot, pink and chrome, starts digging into the wall. You quickly reason out why– this is a door you’ve stopped at.

Perhaps your way out?

<<Fixed up a scout. You know the one.>>

<<Oh, Bumblebee?>>

You’ve never had the fortune of meeting the scout on the field. But soldiers talked, rumors spread, and you’re at least tangentially aware Decepticon command wanted him personally. Not even for his successful thievery or intel– but because he meant so much to the Prime. 

<<It was a lucky break. And we still may not make it, Firewall.>>

You understand that, at least. 

Mechanisms activating in the walls of the ship startle you. Your claws sink into Sawhorse’s rubber, prompting him to bat your hand away while simultaneously petting reassuringly down your side. Again, the Autobots give you a funny look, but only long enough to point at the chasm opening by way of the door.

“It’s open. You’ll have to make a bit of a jump, but it’s flat ground. Get out of here.”

“We have to jump?” Sawhorse yelps.

His field flares hot and sharp against yours. You shove him forward, into the gaping airlock, and peer over his frame.

“That is a bit cruel, Arcee,” one of them– not Arcee– says.

“Eh, well. Shouldn’t be grounders, then, huh?”

It is, as she says, a bit of a jump. Approximately four hundred feet from the edge of the airlock is the ground below. You’re not sure about the flat ground, if only because foliage and moisture make rough work of your systems. Still….

“See you around,” you throw over your shoulder. <<Go into your altmode just before you land,>> you whisper. 

Then you shove Sawhorse out of the ship proper and take the plunge right after. He screams and curses loudly, but that just means he’s okay, so you tune it out.

[emcandon]

TAU question! How do you picture the personal sigils of bureaucrats (???? For lack of an immediate word on my part) looking? And are they immediately recognizable to the person seeing/reading it as still being the Leaf it was pulled from?

OHO okay so personal sigils in the downworld are an iteration on personal seals as seen in various East and Southeast Asian cultures. A sigil is probably usually stamped rather than written, especially among folks who actually live their lives in city-states (or the empire, technically, but something Else is happening there). But there's a little more flexibility for written or inscribed imitations among those who spend any part of their lives traveling between city-states, given the incredible likelihood that you will simply lose every physical object you own while trying not to be killed by frags. (And the cast of Undying is pretty much solely comprised of this particular kind of weirdo.)

In terms of the visuals of specific sigils, I think it varies by state of origin. Some places are going to emphasize use of characters from the Lay and Leaves, whereas others will insist on family names or other qualifiers of belonging to oath-bound clans or caravans or schools or something of the like. (You'll notice that a number of folks from Iterate Fractal's Khuon Mo just don't have surnames! Everyone who does have one got it from somewhere else.) Still other states will use characters unique to downworld languages or dialects, though most are drawn from the more dominant languages of Cradle.

(Note that some of these details are subject to change. I'm pretty agnostic when it comes to worldbuilding, so only the printed text is absolute canon; everything else is vulnerable to revision per the needs of the story!)

[racke7]

Me vs Divinity 2

Got bored a few days ago and poked around the Steam Communities. Stumbled across a video of someone doing a "solo run" (only a single character) of the final boss-fight.

Hmm. Checked youtube for others who'd done something similar. Specifically curious about the Necromancer-build (because it's bullshit-broken), and there were a few who used it and-... And it felt very lackluster?

I remember Necromancer being "I move these characters around a bit so that I will insta-frag literally everyone at once". And these guys just sort of "used the skill, and everything died".

(Necromancer has an end-game skill called Blood Storm, which creates a very big aoe-area. Inside of this area, all enemies will have a "meteor" dropped on their heads, which is an aoe-damage. So the trick is to make sure that enemies are grouped-up enough that they get rapid-fire-meteor'd.)

The idea of simply using the skill and kind of just... sitting back to watch it murder everything in an instant, is kind of... lackluster? Where's the weird logistics of moving everyone around? Why are the final bosses apparently so shit that they can't even survive the base Blood Storm?

A competitive spark appeared in my jaded heart. And so I removed a bunch of game-changing mods that I usually use (extra skills, etc), and created a new solo "basically-vanilla" Necromancer. And got killed, and killed, and killed.

See, the problem with Necromancer early-on is that they have two damage-skills. Total. And there's like a... 4+ turns cooldown for both of them.

This means that you can do really good damage on your first turn, and then you can't do any damage at all for basically every turn following that one.

This is... an insane way to balance the game. But in hindsight, I do remember that this was a problem. I just didn't think that it was this fucking bad.

So I died and died and died, and-... just as I was cheesing my way through getting away from the Fort in Fort Joy (with something like 40k gold in the bank, because I didn't disable all mods, and I'm very good at breaking the game), I realized that I kind of wanted to do something else.

I wanted to do a full team, with recruitable-Origins.

See, it's possible to open Divinity 2 four times at once, and then simply join "your own multiplayer lobby". And then (once the game has started and saved) you can close all of the other instances of the game, and play as four completely customizable characters.

This is very convenient for my control-freak neuroses, and so this is usually how I play a "full team". Sometimes I use origin-characters, but usually I custom-build them from scratch.

But I wanted to try making a game where I didn't actually have control over the characters during their "cut-scenes". So I sat down and did some thinking about which characters I wanted to recruit, and which one should be my "player character".

I finally settled on playing as Sebille, because she has an unfortunate tendency to murderize her way through a bunch of characters that I don't want her to instantly kill, and this way I can just ignore the "Sebille dialogue option" when I know that it'll end in bloodshed.

I was planning on going "Lohse, Beast, and Red Prince", but then RP was very rude to me in a way that just... nah. So I did a bit more thinking about who I should pick, and finally decided to bring Fane instead.

And that's the story of why I ate my breakfast at 7pm, twelve hours after waking up, after having played past midnight yesterday.

I'm in full control of my life. Promise.

[autobot2001]

Rare Pairing Fest 6; Afterlife

Pairing: Bayverse Crosshairs and Drift Description: Drift is dead, and Crosshairs finds out he's sparked. All this time, Drift watches from the afterlife until he can visit Crosshairs one night. Warning; talk of abortion/ termination ***This is now another idea for a story I'll eventually get to***

Crosshairs stares at the headstone in disbelief. This has to be a nightmare. Crosshairs repeats to himself. Someone wake me up. Crosshairs didn't want to go to the funeral, but friends believed he'd regret it even though, right now, his spark aches more than before the funeral. No one knows that he and Drift had a little fun a few weeks ago. Crosshairs isn't sure if he wants to be sparked or would feel more disappointed if he's not. He could have a mini Drift, which could bring joy, sadness, or both.

Drift watches from the afterlife. Hating the pain Crosshairs is in. He knows Crosshairs isn't sure if he wants to be sparked now that he's gone. Drift isn't sure if he wants to watch Crosshairs endure the pain of being a single carrier, but he believes the sparkling will eventually bring him happiness.

Crosshairs is in no mood to do anything. He wants to be left alone and barely drinks energon. He doesn't tell anybot he's had nightmares about Drift being killed. With the depression, Crosshairs is tired by the end of the day and can't avoid recharging. "Drift!" Crosshairs calls out. He rubs across the battlefield, avoiding blasts from all around him. He's more worried about why Drift isn't answering him.

Crosshairs finally finds Drift. He stares horrified. Drift is severely damaged. He lost an arm and leg. Bleeding energon heavily from the two missing limbs, cuts, and gunshot wounds. "Drift!" "C-Crosshairs?" Crosshairs knows Drift has seconds before offlining. "Shh, I'm here.* "I'm sorry I —." "Don't say anything." "I love you.' Drift offlines. "Drift!" Crosshairs yells to the sky. Crosshairs wakes up, terrified. As always, he looks next to him and remembers this nightmare isn't what he fears but what happened. He cries himself into recharge.

This time, when Crosshairs wakes up in the morning, he feels sick. He rushes to the toilet to throw up. He's pretty sure he's not sick. I need to see Ratchet, but… Crosshairs thinks.

Drift watches Crosshairs, uncertain how to feel. He knows Crosshairs is going to be unhappy with the news at first. Hating he can't do anything from the afterlife.

"Well, there's bad news and worse news," Ratchet says, looking at his datapad. "How is there bad and worse news!" "Well, it's not good. Your energon level is low, and I'm sure the last thing you want is to be sparked. So I assume I don't need to ask—." "What the frag is wrong with you?! I know as a medic, you're supposed to ask, not assume! And no, I will not terminate!" "Crosshairs, you do realize this sparkling could look like Drift? Have more of Drift's personality?" "I know. I know I will have many days hating he's not here to meet this little one and watch them grow up, but I can't terminate. This little one didn't ask for their sire to be killed before they're detectable." "Then I strongly suggest talking to Rung at least once a week. I'm only detecting a spark. You know, the spark can spill at this stage, and you'll be carrying twins." "I don't care. Bring up termination again, and I'll see to it your medical career is terminated!" Crosshairs leaves the room, furious. Ignoring Ratchet's demand that he return for an energon infusion.

Crosshairs sits on his berth and cries. "I…I am happy to be carrying, but…I can't do this without you, Drift," Crosshairs sobs. The light in the room turns off. Crosshairs isn't sure what to think while seeing a glowing white orb. He watches the orb change form but can't believe what he sees. "D-Drift?" The figure smiles. "I love you, Crosshairs, and our little one." "I can't terminate, but I can't do this without you." Drift moves in front of Crosshairs "I'll always be here." He kisses Crosshairs before vanishing. Crosshairs isn't sure if he was hallucinating from low energon or not. If you did visit, I hope you can more often, Drift. Crosshairs thinks. I guess the sparkling has a guardian angel.

[wyrdo01]

Hydroelectric rocket science part 3

"...."

....

(The usually bickering duo are walking through kelper city, without speaking or shouting a single word, and with a awkward atmosphere bubbling them and the 2 Pokémon behind her and wyrdo's head)

"...alright we can agree that this silence is getting uncomfortable right?" Roya asked

Agreed...let's just talk about something. Like uuhhh... What happened after the 2 years since we went our separate ways? Wyrdo asked desperate to start a conversation.

"Well after we split off in galar and I went ahead an tried to turn a new leaf, despite my origins of being a rainbow rocket grunt. Its was... Difficult to say the least. the whole rainbow rocket incident reached far out each other region, had trouble with the gyms in most other regions and had to leave them eventually. That was until I landed in this region, the Torren region, it was not like the others especially with the environments here being a mix of some of other regions. And my life as weird and crazy as it was, was about to get insane." Roya explained

Do tell? Wyrdo listened on to her back story as she spoke

(She walked to the east in the city as she then looked at the head and asked it something)

"Ay you heard of regional variants?"

Well yes why wouldn't I? wyrdo replied

"Then you have you heard of Delta Pokémon?" She asked

Delta Pokémon? Wyrdo asked in confusion

"Take a look at my vespiquen, Reacta, and tell me what's different about her."

(She points at her companion that was holding Wyrdo's left and right limbs, Wyrdo upon looking at the Pokémon noticed its completely different from what they have seen before. Rather than it's black, yellow, orange color scheme, this one sports a metallic grey, black, and glowing yellow colors, with no wings to be found rather it was flying by rocket propulsion instead)

Well now that I notice her she's not like any of the ones i've seen before. Wyrdo answered with curiosity

"That's because she is what's called a Delta Pokémon around here. Years ago there was a cult group that created these Pokémon in the pursuit of perfection,the bastards created a gene called the "Delta gene" which make these Pokémon type, moveset, everything outside of stats RADICALLY different from what they have usually. Even the very nature of how they function changed. However this brought one issue, They cannot be bred by the respective regular Pokémon or another delta of the same species making them one of a kind." She explained

So they basically created lab modified clones so radically different biological wise that they basically neutered them by birth!? THE FRAG!? Wyrdo shouted in outrage upon hearing this.

(She chuckled at the bewildered robot head. As they walked down a few steps with the 2 Pokémon following as well)

"I know kind of shit ain't it rustbucket? However and recently, there was a way to populate them that eventually shook the ecosystem as we know it now, delta ditto came to play by being the only delta Pokémon that can be bred by both ends of the spectrum and sort of fixed the issue eventually reaching to a breeding point. And now all these Deltas are a lot more common to find, not by much but enough to no be considered legendary status. The ecosystem had somehow by surprise to all the scientists and biologist managed to adapt quicker than expected. Almost nothing has happened" Roya further expositioned.

Alright that's cool but what I want to know is where do you fall in all of this?

OH I'm getting to that now. The region was the new stay for me till I felt I was ready to go back to main regions again. At 1st I thought it would be a simple run through league here by oh boy I was soooo wrong. I ran into someone named Wiz who was a guardian of this region that was dealing with cultists-

WAIT CULTIST!?

(They reach a cave entrance and stopped as Wyrdo's shouted out in exclamation)

"Yeeap!" She replied "And don't get me started on the stuff that they do makes even team plasma seem tame by comparison..."

I'll not pry then. The bot quickly buried that idea in their processor

" I got roped up into the kid's mess and I helped her take down cultist that wanted to take advantage of the Deltas and occasionally a major one that wanted to wield a legendary Pokémon for their own means.... Huh its sounds really weird saying that given my past life." Roya mused to herself and Wyrdo

Means you became a much better human than the idiot you were before that annoyed me to no end.... Well for the most part you still annoy me to no end. Wyrdo commented with a bit of snark in their tone.

(Roya rolled her eyes at the bot's comment before wrapping up her story up)

"Whatever... Anyways after dealin' with the nightmare that is this league and wrapping up with rounding cults with Wiz, i managed to land a job around here after all of that, and here I am. Oh look we are here."

(They and Roya's Pokémon look at the entrance)

"Welp best to not beat around the bush and get inside to get this done and over with right?" Roya asked the bot

...agreed. Wyrdo simply said Before we do I have a question to ask.

"Shoot." Roya

Roya do you miss being around me?

...i honestly don't know anymore." Roya answered with uncertainty laced in her voice as her Pokémon look on with confusion upon hearing her answer

"Let's just get inside already. "

Right.

(They all quietly walked into the cave entrance without speaking)

[mazamba]

Ratchet was doing his best to not look too concerned. If Arcee's optical processors were failing to the point she was hallucinating someone, then it might be best to simply get her coordinates and go pick her up.

"Arcee, where are you even?"

Before she could reply, the organic came back with a... minicon?

"...Why is that minicon wearing a dress?"

The minicon looked up, eyes visible from behind a darkened visor, and after a minute retracted the helmet.

"A human!" he realized, "Where the frag are you!? We haven't seen humans since... wait a moment."

He squinted and got close to the screen. There was something familiar about her.

"Have we... met?"

Something was tickling the back of his mind. He felt like he should recognize the voice, but it eluded him.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a bulky metal key, an object he hadn't seen in over three hundred thousand stellar cycles.

"Where did you get...? Wait... How is this possible?"

She was taller, her eyes had changed color, and was wearing an odd armor he'd never seen before, but there was no mistaking who he was looking at.

"Sari?"

"Hi Ratchet. It's been a while."

Ratchet ran a dozen self-diagnostic programs simultaneously, trying to explain what he was seeing.

"You... you were dead!" he accused, "We buried you- your legs! How can you be alive now!?"

"It's... a long story."

Ratchet forced himself to calm down, doing his best to think rationally.

"The Key," he realized, "the circuitry in your legs was cybertronian."

"I used it to repair myself," she affirmed, "when I did, I also turned off whatever made me age at a normal rate, so I stuck around as an eight-year-old."

"Then why do you look like this now?"

Sari took a deep breath and relayed the events of the last 24 hours, introducing Ahsoka to him, quickly summarizing the Separatist war, her involvement in it, her dealings with Swindle, the heist which helped her regain the shard, and a quick rundown of how they ended the war.

"...Kid, you got a talent for getting into trouble, don't you?"

"Yeah... but would you have me any other way?"

Ratchet laughed, but admitted he wouldn't.

"Still, it's lucky you stumbled across Ahsoka when you did, or the story would have been quite different."

"Yeah... stumbled," she muttered guiltily, before she decided to grow a backbone, "actually, no. Not stumbled."

Sari turned to Ahsoka, a determined look on her face.

"I owe you an apology. I wasn't looking for kyber when we met, I was looking for you. I always knew who you were. I told you that I accidentally inspired the Sith by sneaking into the Jedi temple and talking a padawan into being a bit more rebellious. What I didn't tell you is that it wasn't the first or the last time I snuck into the Temple.

"You were seven the first time we met. You didn't recognize me because I was wearing a twi'lek costume and one of the fake Force signatures. I was also in disguise when I met Yoda... and Dooku and Ventress, Bariss, Qui Gon, Anakin, Plo Koon... I could go on, but those are the most recent ones.

"I met them all as children, hoping that one of them would eventually become my key back into the Temple. The fact is, a lot of what happened in the last few thousand years has been my fault. I even knew Darth Revan as a teenager, it's honestly embarrassing that it took me so long to recognize-."

She cut herself off before she could follow that tangent.

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry. For everything I've done. I truly am."

Closed RP w/@mazamba

Ahsoka Tano is seen down in the lower levels, looking for work to continue paying for her place. She was no longer a Jedi, so she needed to find work. In order to pay for her place she was staying, while also getting food to fill her belly. Ahsoka sighed knowing she wasn't going to be able to find a proper job without getting her hands dirty.

"They want me to steal from a known crime lord or to steal from the Jedi Temple to retrieve a lightsaber from one of the fallen Jedi," Ahsoka knew both of these would either get her killed or arrested. She knew the Jedi Temple needed to be warned about this, but didn't understand why this person wanted the lightsaber.

"Well, I'll need to find work somewhere in order to pay for my next rent," said Ahsoka as she stops in her track when she sensed something. "What was that?"

@mazamba

[theoceanoasis]

Could we possibly get part 3 or an ending for the Rodimus taking car of both Mer Soundwave and Ratbat story?

They deserve a happy ending -😊

Every day Soundwave was getting stronger. He'd swim for long periods of time and he knew it was only a matter of days before he would leave.

Even though it made him sad, he was also happy for them, knowing how much they missed swimming in the ocean, especially Soundwave, who yearned for his home.

He was sitting on the floor of his bathroom. Ratbat was asleep in the other room and Soundwave was eating some fish. They'd been talking about random things when Soundwave suddenly said.

"Tomorrow we must leave. We are both healed and it's time for us to go."

He looked at him in shock, even though he knew it was coming. He tried to hold back the tears in his eyes, the idea of them leaving unbearable.

"We want you to come with us."

"How?"

He looked at Soundwave in surprise and confusion.

"I'm human I can't breathe under water or swim very fast."

"I could turn you into a mer."

Soundwave looked around his small little house.

"You are all alone out here. Someone as vibrant as you shouldn't be alone."

He felt tears fall and Soundwave wiped them away.

"How would you change me into a mer?"

Soundwave blushed.

"I believe you humans consider it a legend, but have you ever heard the legend of Tailgate?"

He blushed realizing what he was talking about.

"You mean it's true? You can turn people into mers by... Fragging."

Soundwave nodded.

"If you are uncomfortable we can find another way."

"No, it's fine."

His spark pounded in his chest and he found himself leaning towards Soundwave as the mer did the same until their lips were touching.

They traded kisses the bathtub stopping them from getting closer when he tried climbing into his lap. Soundwave climbed out of the tub pushing him to the ground. His hands roamed all over his body as they continued making out. Soundwave being careful his fangs didn't cut him.

"Open for me."

Soundwave growled and he opened his modesty panel. Soundwave circled the rim and he flushed.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded and Soundwave pushed a finger inside stretching him.

He moaned as Soundwave stretched him open playing with his anterior node. After a while, he desperately needed more.

"Soundwave please."

"I need to stretch you."

"I'm fine. I need you."

Soundwave looked conflicted but also horny and that quickly won out. He somehow hadn't noticed his spike which was already out. Looking down he gaped because it was massive.

Noticing his reaction Soundwave reassured.

"I'll go slow."

He nodded moaning when he felt his spike press against the entrance to his valve. It was so big and he had no doubt it would leave him gaping afterward.

Soundwave pushed inside and he cried out with pleasure. It felt slightly painful but mostly amazing. Soundwave began biting his neck leaving marks behind so everyone knew who he belonged to.

He slowly pushed all the way inside giving him time to adjust. The two made out and he wondered when he would turn into a mer. When Soundwave started fragging him he couldn't think about anything except how good it felt.

Both of them weren't going to last long and when Soundwave pressed the entrance to his forge he couldn't stop himself from coming. His valve rippled around Soundwaves spike causing him to come as well.

That's when he felt a tingling sensation through his legs. He gasped his body shaking and Soundwave held him with his spike still inside.

"It's okay just let it happen."

Soundwave soothed and he relaxed closing his optics and feeling Soundwave's arms safely around him as he turned. He didn't know how long it had been but when he turned on his optics he could see Soundwave smiling looking down at him lovingly. Before he moved his body letting him see his new tail. He gasped moving his tail around which felt just like having legs. Soundwave kissed him and he nuzzled against him.

"Beautiful."

He nodded still looking at his tails when Soundwave began licking and biting his neck.

"To finish the process we need to frag again."

His valve clenched and Soundwave groaned. Looking down he noticed they were still connected. Shivering with arousal he kissed Soundwave and the two fragged again finishing the process.

[thatdorkyauthor]

Helloo! Can I request a (scenario/ short story..etc, is up to you) tfp optimus with a human charge reader who has control over time ? She trapped herself in a time loop trying to save optimus multiple times but each time she fails, she witnesses his death and resets to the start from when optimus was kneeling in front of her introducing himself and the autobots, and the cycle begins. Each time reader grows more tired and anguished until finally after staying stuck in the time loop for two years, she interrupts optimus mid introduction after another failed loop and starts tiredly crying in grief and overwhelming hopelessness.

"We are autonomous-"

"This is the 191,702 time..I can't save you...no matter how hard I try...why can't I save you?"

Hope it's not too detailed 😅

Sorry that this one took longer to be uploaded, I had to go to an event for my internship, which took a toll on my mental health, but I am back now. Words: 1672 Did some research for this one and holy damn, Hasbro really has something with killing him off, only for him to come back some way, holy fuck. XD. !This doesn't follow the series. And be prepared for a long one. Found this one in drafts from a little ago, I'm so sorry for not uploading this earlier, I just had to change a lot. Hope you'll enjoy it?

“Hey Optimus?” The bots were preparing for another battle against some decepticons as they were located near a new energon mine, at least that was what they had told you. The mentioned bot turned around, his blue optics landing on you. With curiosity evident in his optics he slid his battle mask down. “Yes (Y/n).” He didn’t have much time to waste, he was aware of that, his team was already waiting before entering through the ground bridge. Ratchet turned to the two of you briefly only to shake his helm as he turned back to the monitor. “Be safe alright, don’t make me c-.” Miko wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Us come to kick some decepticon afts.” Bulkhead facepalmed, shaking his helm. Optimus nodded, the slightest hint of a smile on his face plates. “We shall be fine, little ones.” “Promise?” Optimus turned to you, hesitation in his optics and voice. “I promise.” He turned back, facing his team again and pulled his battle mask back on. “Autobots, roll out!” He couldn’t stick to his promise. Unlike other times you four weren’t allowed to watch the scene unfold, this time Ratchet was watching it unfold on a pad. “Ratchet what’s going on.” Everything went downhill incredibly quickly, worrying the older medic. “Frag.” He turned to the monitor, turning everything on. Miko looked at the stats of the bots in worry and gasped. You followed her gaze, dropping to the ground. “Arcee, what happened?” Worry laced Ratchet’s voice as he tried desperately to find an error in the system. “Optimus, he.” She didn’t continue, the base became quiet, only the sounds of the battle going on echoed through the building. Miko placed a hand on your shoulder. The comms turned off, the connection gone. Ratchet sighed, turning his attention to the medical status of the bots, ready to jump into battle if needed. “What happened?” He turned around, his optics somewhat softening as he spotted you on the ground. With a sigh of defeat, and grief as well as sorrow in his optics he tried to form a sentence. “Optimus, he.” He couldn’t bring himself to continue as it didn’t feel right to him, especially as he watched you curl up, sobbing and screaming in grief. He didn’t like humans much, but you four, excluding June, had a special place in his spark. He wasn’t sure how, if he could help, so he turned back to the panel trying to reconnect with the other bots. Jack placed a hand on your shoulder, tears forming his eyes as well. Miko dropped down, engulfing you in a hug as she cried with you. Raf joined your side but before he could do anything a bright light came from your hands. Ratchet noticed the lights reflecting on the monitor screen and turned around. You looked up at him, determination and grief filling your eyes. “This won’t be his ending.” Miko looked around as everything started to spin. “What’s happening?” Ratchet glanced at everything moving. “What are you doi-.” He never got to finish his sentence

The doors of the camaro opened, allowing you and Raf to get out. Ratchet turned to look at you and the other three, as Bulkhead entered the room. Both Arcee and Bumblebee transformed as soon as everyone had left their alt modes. “I thought there were two.” You turned to Ratchet, remembering your first encounter with him. “Haven’t you heard, humans multiply.” Arcee said before walking to her comrades. “I’m Raf.” “I’m Miko.” Miko ran towards the bots, as Raf introduced himself calmly from his position. “Who are you?” She questioned the Bulkhead, who stared warily at the girl. “Bulkhead.” “Are you a car, I bet you’re a truck, a monster truck.” The orange bot stared at you as you shook your head in amusement. Something felt off, he just couldn’t pin down what. “Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever used a wrecking ball as a punching bag?”  He clearly didn’t know what to do with the overly extroverted girl. “So if you guys are robots who made you?” Raf asked, making the medic scoff. “Puh Lease.” Optimus entered the room, making me turn around with a smile. Optimus crouched down. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, autobots for short." He stood back up, looking down on you and the other three. "I am Optimus Prime." You and Optimus bonded quite quickly, it was however difficult to act as if you had never seen the bot. However, the new peace didn’t last long, instead of two months the leader passed away after two, this time you were there. “Give me the kids.” Starscream screeched as he attacked Optimus from the front, distracting him.  Jack pulled you to the side, preventing you from being crushed underneath some pedes. “Over my dead body.” Optimus shot back, raising his battle mask. The team was scattered over the battlefield, Bumblebee was busy fighting Knockout, Bulkhead was battling Breakdown, as Arcee was keeping herself busy with slaying some other cons. “If you insist.” Megatron said from behind, pushing his sword through Optimus’ chassis before he had the chance to defend him. Megatron pushed the sword deeper before taking it out, using his canon to shoot in the hole, expanding the wound.“NO!” Starscream turned towards you, a smirk displayed on his faceplates as he spotted the four of you. “Like Prime insisted.” He sneered before walking towards you. Miko held you close, noticing the tears falling down. “Fuck you.” A light, similar to the first one appeared, and time reversed again. 

He stood back up, looking down on you four. “I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots.” He mentioned the orange and white bot. “Our medical officer, Ratchet. Our wrecker Bulkhead. Our scout, Bumblebee, and Arcee our warrior.” Jack locked eyes with the blue femme, raising an eyebrow. “So now what, are you going to keep us here, preventing us from seeing anyone to keep your secret safe?” You shook your head with a soft smile, elbowing Jack not too hard. “No, that would be against our, and I assume your morals.” Optimus said before looking at the other bots. “But for your own safety, we must keep an eye on you four.” Five days, all went well for five days. “They say the third time’s the charm.” Miko said, running through the ground bridge. She said pulling you through the bridge. However, as soon as you entered the bridge, you felt like throwing up. “Optimus, watch out.” “NO!.” Arcee turned to you in shock. “Bulkhead, get the girls out of here.” Optimus laid motionless on the ground, after getting multiple shots to the chest and another blade in the back. Another white light blinded the teens, and it all went back to that moment. Five months, one week, two days, the exact same day. It wouldn’t stop and it was starting to take a toll on your mental and physical health. With each time you couldn’t, correction wouldn’t, let your guardian go.  You counted each and every time that you had to reset time, by now knowing the introduction by heart and being able to repeat it in your mind, no matter where you were or what you were doing.

“191, 701.” You muttered, feeling exhausted by using your powers so often. The great leader looked at you in confusion, and curiosity. You didn’t look scared or excited at all, it seemed like you were extremely exhausted. He didn’t notice the tears you were holding back, but Ratchet did. He noticed something weird on his monitors the second you stepped out of that car, something that shouldn’t be happening to a human. He didn’t say anything, but he was definitely going to ask you later. “My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic organism-.” The bot stopped in the middle of his sentence, making you look up at him weirdly. He dropped down, making Miko shriek as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away. A flat lining was heard from the monitor behind the medic. Ratchet turned to the monitor before putting Optimus on a medbay bed with Bulkhead’s help. “Spark attack” He muttered a little too loud. “This is the 191 701th time, and he doesn’t even last five fucking minutes. It’s a new record.” The bots looked at you in confusion, not even able to process anything before a bright light blinded them all.

“My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet-.” It was too much. Everyone’s attention turned towards you, as you collapsed to the ground. Miko looked at you in worry before crouching down and rubbing you back soothingly. “Hey, I’m sure they won’t hu-.” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. The leader was confused to say at least when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “This is the 191 702th time.”  Ratchet tilted his head as he looked at Optimus before turning back to you. Optimus glanced at you with worry and confusion, he couldn’t see your expression anymore as you dropped your head, staring at your hands. “I can’t save you, I tried so many times.” They all listened carefully to what you had to say.  “But no matter what I do, you always.” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as memories flooded through your mind, and started to sob. Optimus crouched down, leaning on one of his knee plates as he came closer. “Why can’t I save you?” It came as a choked back whisper, but every bot had heard it. The gears in Ratchet's helm clicked. “You time traveled?” Optimus glanced at Ratchet before turning to you. “Some things are bound to happen, I’m honored you went back to me so many times. Yet sometimes you have to let others go.” He explained, knowing from experience death was inevitable.  “Besides, as long as you remember me, I will never leave your side.”

[lesdreams-author]

Downloading Honkai Impact 3rd! Excited to play!Any tips for a newbie like me?😊

Hmm

Don't roll on the dorm banner!

Let to pull it with the dorm card you get for free every now and then. I advise you to hold those cards and spend it when there's an spending event going on. Since it will reward you with things. Usually spending events give you x coins that you can exchange for a S-rank battlesuit (in Genshin's terms it would be a 5* character).

Don't rush too much, enjoy the story and all the game modes there. I say it if you are f2p. Honkai is a competitive game, where there's two modes where you will computer against others players to get better rewards (xtals = pulls). Those game modes are: memorial arena and Abyss.

Different from Genshin, in Honkai the abyss is separated in levels. There's the beginning level, where you will compete against others players from your own level bracket. The rewards are okay. Every time you win in cycle (there's 3 cycles if I'm not wrong each week) you go up and is placed in another sublevel. The enemies are stronger and the competition too but the rewards are a lot better. When you reach a certain level in honkai your difficulty in abyss changes, you are placed with others players in another bracket. What means, people who is starting to buy stuff in the game, what means you will have more difficulty going up against them. The worst bracket is the ex bracket. It has the veterans, whales and such gamers, only level 81+. If you rush too much in the game and don't whale, you will have a hard time getting good rewards on abyss, or even completing the cycle.

Memorial arena is the same, although a little more easy going, since the best rewards you get just completing the bosses level. You only go against people if you want some extra materials but it isn't xtals so...

Anyway...Hold on to your xtals because they are precious hahaha and if you have how, buy monthly card. It's only 5 dollar and give you a lot xtals.

Also, when playing the chapters, always have a little tissue nearby. This game is very lesbian but also sad hahaha...it hurts so good 😭😭😭

And last but not unimportant, if you going to pull a S Valkyrie, be aware you will need 28k to get her guarantee (usually you can get her before the 100 pull but...always good to have enough). Grind those equipment to forge stigmata, there's a lot good stigmata for free and they are really important to give your character powerful DMG or buffs. Farm frags for SA, she is great physical support and she is free. Haxxor bunny is great ice and elemental support and is her frags are free too.

There's good weapons on the forge too, for free. So grind hard and late game you can pri-arm some of them (up level their strength when you reach level 81+).

Anyway...I'm sure there's a lot of videos and articles out there giving newbies more advice, Honkai official discord has a lot of it.

Good lucky and let me know how it's going. Of you are in the America server, let's add one another and I can help you grind some stuff 🤗

[psychotrenny]

Like how many people actually changed their minds over this? Who was supporting the people that filmed themselves laughing and dancing as they slaughtered and brutalised millions, treating genocide as a joke so funny that they wanted the whole world to see, right up until some white bootboy killed himself? I'm sure the answer is "some", white supremacy and military worship runs deep even in progressive spaces, but I seriously doubt that these new allies are especially committed or principled.

Like if this is what it took for them to turn against Israel, I'm skeptical as to how much they actually care for the people of Palestine. Like how many of them are gonna lose interest as soon as some sort of ceasefire is declared, or Israel goes back to a slower and more subtle strategy of genocide, or they hear another fabricated story about Hamas baby slaughter? None of the politicians or their financial backers give a shit; Soldiers are expendable anyway and vets kill themselves all the time. Maybe this will lower morale in the armed forces themselves but the US had already experienced a much more dramatic collapse during the Vietnam War, with most estimates counting over 1000 incidents of fragging from 1969-72. While this did seriously impair the US war effort and contribute to the withdrawal of ground forced in Vietnam, it certainly didn't end US military involvement in Indochina nor result in the complete failure or rebellion of the military. Not to mention that it's pretty optimistic that moral disgust alone will lead to things getting that bad in the contemporary army. People keep citing how this had "symbolic" value but what use is that; how is that going to lead to any changes that the fucking "symbols" of mass graves and bombed hospitals and blocked aid convoys and atrocity tik tok dances weren't enough to induce?

Like the major Palestinian resistance groups seem grateful enough and I don't (nor am I in a position to) criticise them for that. The people of Palestine are in an incredibly desperate position so it's reasonable for them to accept whatever extensions of support and solidarity they receive, regardless of how materially meaningful they are. My problem is with the various Western Liberals and "Leftists" who treat this gesture as the height of heroism despite how little it could actually achieve, especially when you compare this to the relative lack of praise and attention they offer to the Palestinian Resistance fighters who give their lives in significantly more meaningful ways. And it's not even as though I have zero sympathy for this man. His intentions were clearly good, and the difficulties of leaving the military had no doubt put him in a very distressing position. I just don't see how his subsequent course of action is anything worth respecting. He's certainly a Martyr, but he's no hero

Like I guess from a liberal point of view there really is no greater heroism than killing yourself for something you believe in, regardless of how little such an action actually achieves. Still thinking like first century Christians I suppose