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JNP Fire Patrol - INCIDENT REPORT (1)

(This is apart of my TFP grimdark au, love cryptic horrors and so my blog will get a few snippets of this! Got it from my google docs.)

WARNING: Viewing this file without proper authentication will result in action taken by the Nevadan National Guard, hacking into this file is punishable by law. 

Log 1: Jun. 12, 2011 - Officer Mitch arrived at Watch Tower 1 in Jasper National Park, he seemed naturally skeptical of the infamy of that tower held. Those rumors about a beast resting underneath the tower like a makeshift nest, taking hikers and fellow watch guards for some reason. 

Some thought the beast was eating them, others thought that the beast was turning them into beasts themselves, the fates of the missing hikers and staff members are uncertain. Mitch took the summer job due to the high pay, and as a stress relief. I mean, who wouldn’t want to take in the view of Jasper’s gorgeous national park?

Log 2: Jun. 18, 2011 - Settled in well without issues, he got a hang of doing the weather reports and stopping any would-be campers from entering past curfew relatively quickly. The following is a transcript between Officer Mitch, and the watch guard for Tower 2, who shall not be named for privacy concerns.

Watch guard two hung up after a short call with guard two referring Mitch to a training video to explain the new security system, and Officer Mitch watched the training video. He managed to access the security feed, watching through the footage. He is a bit worried of the ‘something’ that was mentioned not being able to shake off the feeling that he’s in danger, but no other negative feelings are reported.

It’s encouraged that Watchtower guards write their negative feelings in physical journals or the online diary that’s on the computer. We look over the logs weekly and see if they’re stable enough to continue working. 

Log 3 - Jun. 25, 2011: Mitch has not been reporting for the daily weather reports, and Watchtower guard 2 reported seeing Mitch leaving his station at midnight on June 24th, holding the shotgun. The ‘shotgun’ is an emergency weapon used in case of a feral creature, a cybertronian, and or him. We are unsure of how Mitch figured this out, but it has not been determined yet. 

The bullets are made out of dark energon, as it’s proven that it’s very efficient in disarming them, and weakening them. Mitch is considered lost, however, security footage says otherwise. BIOHAZARD WARNING: The following footage is considered to have contingent effects on those who view it, watch at your own risk. If you are infected, please contact Agent Fowler. 

The only thing available is the audio, but that alone is unsettling. There are noises, and Mitch goes down to the bottom of the watchtower, with the shotgun. “What the hell are you?” (Unintelligible growling)   “Oh god, that’s a corpse.. What are you doing with a corpse?”

“Are you fucking licking it? It’s dead, that’s not even living anymore!”

(The growling gets more defensive as it lunges at Mitch, the sounds of the shotgun being used are heard, then a sickening crunch noise.)

(But he seems… Happy? There’s the sounds of dragging, and a loud purr. A deep voice can be heard.)

“New ... toy.”

From the context clues, Mitch is disgusted at the sight of him licking a dead corpse, presumably in a maternal manner. Like how a little girl would take care of a baby doll. 

When Mitch is viewed as a threat by seemingly triggering him when he exclaimed how the ‘doll’ was a corpse, hence a dead body, the entity attacks him, hence the missed shotgun shots, and it crushed him to death. 

But the entity, in a sick twist, seems to view Mitch as a new toy. Presumably excited to get a new human doll with a cute uniform to play with. It’s clear he doesn’t know the difference between a toy and a human corpse. This contradicts with our earlier reports, as it’s reported that he’s much more violent. This information could be wrong however, as one of the reports was proven to be falsified.

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A Better World

Authors note: I spent a while on this, and despite it being a little much, I hope you enjoy it :)

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Fire choked the air around them, but Optimus did not stop running. His frame burned and he could feel his precious cargo squirming beneath his plating. Ratchet and Bumblebee ran alongside him, keeping pace as they fled the battlefield. The rest of the team would meet with them later, for now their goal was survival. 

“Ratchet! Summon a groundbridge!” Optimus demanded, his mandibles unfurling on instinct and his shell starting to fall away as he picked up speed. Bumblebee dropped to all fours, running alongside him as Ratchet increased his stride. 

“WIPE THEM OUT!” Megatron screamed from somewhere in the ash and smoke. Optimus’s optics cycled wide in fear. He could not die here. Not when his mission remained unfulfilled.

“The groundbridge-!” He urged. Ratchet’s secondary limbs emerged from their hiding place as he hurried to punch in the coordinates. 

“We are too far, the groundbridge is unstable!” The medic replied, his voice dipping low as the sound of blaster fire reached them. 

“It no longer matters! Get us out of here!” Optimus commanded as he pulled Bumblebee close to himself, throwing his creation onto his back and shedding more of his disguise for the benefit of longer and more numerous limbs. He hardly resembled his host now, but stealth was no longer an option. 

“There! Hurry!” A portal bloomed in front of them and Optimus did not hesitate to grab Ratchet and throw him through first. It was partially out of a desire to ensure at least one of his kin survived, but also to see if something went wrong. When nothing exploded, he looked behind him in time to see Megatron rushing through the ash. 

“ABOMINATION!” The warlord screamed, his blaster at the ready. Optimus did not waste another moment in hurling himself through the portal, but not before Megatron landed a solid hit to his back, thankfully below where Bumblebee clung to him as if he were a larva once more. 

The world turned into a mess of color as Optimus found himself hurtling through time and space. He was in the void for far too long and he could feel nothing beneath his pedes. This was wrong, very very wrong. Thankfully before he could worry about possibly being shredded by the uncertainty of groundbridge mechanics, he found himself rolling across the ground, rocks and rubble digging into his plating. He could feel his larva digging deeper into his systems to avoid the damage. It would be a struggle to call them forth later and he would need to be incredibly careful in his movements to not crush them, but at least they were unharmed.

“He needs help-!” Optimus heard Bumblebee speaking, calling out for someone. However he did not have the strength to see who as he used the last of his energy to pull himself back together, his disguise slowly creeping into place. It hurt, but it was not unmanageable.

“Don’t worry! We are going to patch him right up!” A familiar voice rang in his audials, prompting Optimus to try and pull himself up to see who it was. His optics blew wide as he saw a face he long thought gone. 

“Orion Pax…” He murmured before he fell to the ground again, exhausted and hurting. He felt comforting servos dragging him before it all went dark.

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“Hello there! Try to boot online slowly alright? You’ve been out for a while.” A far more youthful version of his own voice greeted Optimus as he came back to full awareness. He groaned, his mandibles twitching against his will. He tried his best to keep his shell in place, but it ached and it was so difficult to keep it all hidden away-

“You don’t need to keep hiding your mandibles Mr. Optimus! I can see that it's really tiring for you. You are a patient and shouldn’t overwork yourself!” On instinct, he relaxed. His fangs slid free from their casing and he vented in relief as his mandibles clicked together, finally no longer crushed behind the shell he always hid himself in. 

“There you go! That’s much better isn’t it. Now, can you try to sit up?” Looking over at the mech tending to him, Optimus noted him as he followed the given order. He groaned as he sat upright, aching and seeing more than a few welds that were not there before. Finally taking the time to look around, Optimus almost lost his ever present composure.

He was in the missile silo, but it was most certainly not the one he was used to. The place was brighter and filled with far more color. The human children, not his human children, played with Bulkhead, one who was not under Optimus’s command. This place’s Arcee smiled as she assisted Jack with a videogame, and surprisingly a mech that looked like Bumblebee stood a ways off, observing him in silence. He was too tall to be Bumblebee, and while faint, he had the feel of kin, albeit from Optimus’s Cybertronian heritage rather than his more… unusual bloodline.

The Ratchet of this place was arguing with the Ratchet under Optimus’s control. The two bickered, with Optimus’s Ratchet falling back on the memory of his host as the duo devolved into useless debate over what method was best for a specific protocol. But that was not what caught Optimus’s attention most. No, it was the mech who stood cheerily before him with a small medical kit in his servos.

“I’ve talked to your family and they tell me you are really nice when you want to be! I’ve met a lot of other Optimi you know. They were all a little different, so don’t worry about trying to be all secretive!” The mech who looked exactly like a young and far less mature version of his host smiling up at him and patted his thigh in what was likely an attempt to be comforting. “I’m a medical officer in training! Patient confidentiality is part of the job.” 

How very novel this one was. Looking him over, he couldn’t have been much older than Bumblebee. Practically a larva.

“You are practically a larva.” He murmured before he could stop himself. Orion froze, the one who looked like Bumblebee readied a weapon behind him. Optimus for his part clamped his plating down tight and instinctually got to his pedes, inching over to where his Bumblebee was lingering amongst the human children. A quick hiss summoned his eldest to his side and Bumblebee was quick to obey. 

“Nimbus! You are scaring my patient! Take everyone out! I want to talk to Mr. Optimus please!” Nimbus? So that was his designation. He was a Prime then. That meant that this place could not be the world Optimus knew. He would have sensed a fellow Prime long ago if he were still in his home plane.

“If he hurts you I am afraid all you will have to conduct is an autopsy.” Nimbus glared but quickly got his team out of the room along with Optimus’s Ratchet and Bumblebee at Optimus’s urging. Orion wished to speak, and so he would oblige.

“I am sorry about my Sire. He worries for me.” Orion smiled as he came forward, sitting down on the only bot sized couch in the facility and patting the spot beside him invitingly. Optimus raised an optical ridge but stalked forward carefully, wary of moving too quickly for fear of damaging his still fearful larva from where they were buried deep in his seams. 

“It is of no consequence, larva.” It felt wrong to call Orion by his designation. He was too much like Optimus’s host for his designation to be a comfort.

“I did an exam while you were out. Sorry about that by the way. I should have asked first.” Orion apologized as he swung his pedes on the edge of the couch. He was so short his pedes did not even come close to touching the floor. How young was he? And already he was a medic? Even Bumblebee, despite being a Pretender, had been given a chance to grow before he joined the war effort.

“Why did you wish to speak with me?” Optimus questioned gently, doing his best to fold his mandibles back where they would not frighten the larva before him. Orion did not seem too put off, but it was unsettling to be able to move so freely without his shell wrapping tight around him.

“No, don't do that! You can relax, Mr. Optimus! I promise you don’t scare me! I met an Optimus who was a Jester god once. None of my patients make me afraid!” Bold words from such a small being. Optimus allowed a small smile to grace his features. This one was not like his host in personality, he could tell that much. Still, he was a breath of fresh air. Cybertronians were always out to kill him as a general rule, and yet this one was tending to his wounds.

“I just wanted to get to know you a bit! I like knowing more about my patients! So if you don’t mind, can I ask some questions?" Optimus tilted his helm in confusion even as he nodded. So very strange. This one seemed to not fear him at all.

"What exactly are you if you don't mind? I would like to get a medical file for you and your family in case I need to repair you again!" Orion smiled cheerfully and pulled out some stickers from his medical kit. Optimus watched on completely baffled as Orion held up the sheet. "I will give you a sticker for a job well done afterwards!" 

Huh. The larva truly knew no fear.

"I am Optimus Prime, and I am a Pretender." The name of his kind came out in a harsh snarl against his will. If he could have chosen the name, he would have selected something that tied into his sister race. He may not have been a pureblood, but he had Cybertronian roots. To be outright called a fake... he could handle it. He understood when it came to him and Ratchet. But Bumblebee-?

"Oh! You don't sound like you enjoy that name much. Do you want me to call you that? If it is derogatory I don't want to be offensive!" Snapped from his grim musing, Optimus remained baffled as Orion grabbed his servos and held them gently. His servos were almost as big as the young medic's helm, but still the little one looked up at him in a pleading manner. Such a pure being. He was just like a larva. Young, without fear, without taint.

"I take no offense to the name, I merely wish that its origin was not so cruel." Optimus did not elaborate, but Orion nodded and released his servos in order to write the information down in a notebook.

"I won't pry Mr. Optimus. Your biology is incredibly different from anything else I have ever seen. I already learned a lot from your family, so I won't ask too many questions there, but do you mind if I take a look at your face without the cover you wear?" Standing up on the couch so that Orion could match him in height, the little medic held up a light. Optimus shifted, uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing through his disguise after so long hiding. He waited, but so did Orion.

"Why do you not perform your examination young larva?" He questioned.

"Because you are uncomfortable! A medic is meant to take care of patients! Not hurt them! Physically or mentally, I am meant to help!" So very pure... Optimus contemplated as he watched the little one. This larva was no threat to him or the mission. Perhaps... there was no harm in revealing himself. When else would he be given the chance to see his face as it really was?

Plating unfurled and shifted away, his jaw unhinged and his fangs slid free of their casing. Mandibles he never allowed to move at last began to click and twitch. His secondary and third sets of optics flickered online as he at last ceased his purposeful blinding. Finally, his Cybertronian kibble folded until at last his sensory panels could unfurl alongside his finials. It was freeing. However, Orion did not even twitch, merely humming in interest.

"Oh wow! You must be able to hear and feel all sorts of things with all these sensors!" Happily as ever, Orion did not flinch in terror or shrink in on himself as he examined Optimus's frame. How kind this one was. When was the last time Optimus had been treated with kindness from one not of his line? When had he last been seen as a living and thinking being?

"You should fear me. I have killed millions. I have stolen the lives of mecha who were far more moral than I. It is because of my actions that countless have perished. Why do you not shake in terror?" He questioned sharply, caution finally making itself known. Orion jumped back, holding his light against himself as Optimus's voice turned into a threatening growl. "I am a creature designed for one specific function. A being that imitates your kind and devours you from the inside out to further my own growth. Does this not frighten you, little bot?"

Orion finally shook, his expression wavering as Optimus leaned closer, more of his disguise falling away. Limbs slipped free of their confines, plating shifted away, claws and pincers emerged until at last Optimus Prime stood in the center of the space, hovering over Orion who had long ago skittered back. He stared down at the little medic, his many optics locked onto him to make a point. 

"You had a reason didn't you?" The question caught Optimus off guard and he paused in raising his raptorial claws.

"I learned a bit from your family. They say you have a mission, that you had no choice but to be violent." Orion stepped forward and Optimus found himself losing his conviction as the younger mech raised his servos.

"You just want to survive right? I heard that Creators are very aggressive when their sparklings are threatened. I don't think you want to be like this... do you?" Orion, despite the way his digits trembled, managed to touch the sides of Optimus's face. The young medic shook, but he managed a wary smile as Optimus's outermost mandibles clicked together once.

There was no way this mech was real. And yet... here he was. Kind and understanding. Something deep in Optimus's code awoke as he observed Orion shaking like a leaf. This was who he was created to protect. He would shed energon, he would suffer, he would endure all so that mecha like the little larva could live in peace.

That was the purpose of a Pretender.

"You are correct..." Pulling away, Optimus forced his frame back into its shell. Limbs cracked, but he was careful to be wary of his larva as he knelt and met Orion on his level. 

"Our mission is complicated, but at the core of it all, we are protectors, preservers, and warriors waiting for a chance to fight for our sister race." He nodded more to himself than anything else as he called forth one of his young. The larva he called to slid free from where it had burrowed into his arm and he held it gently, watching as Orion's optics widened in interest.

"I kill only to give my kind a chance to thrive. We are so few in number, and the larva I send out are hunted down before they can finish their growth and know the joy of living." The larva chittered in his servo as Optimus held it out. 

"You have proven to be a mech worthy of our protection." Orion was pure, he was one that would need to be protected. Optimus and the rest of his brood would need to return to their plane soon enough. He could not neglect the rest of his team for long, not with Megatron hunting them down. However he could ensure that this little one would be kept safe.

Looking down at the larva, Optimus made a quiet decision.

"Would you like to hold it?" Orion perked up at the offer even as he seemed worried over the opportunity. Optimus smiled in a well practiced reassuring manner.

"I would be honored to hold your baby! But, uh, is the baby going to bite?" Orion looked worriedly at the larva's small mandibles. This was one of Optimus's older creations, and thus it was larger. Its mandibles were almost as large as Orion's digits. It was understandable that he was concerned.

"It will not harm you. Do not fear." He calmly remarked, earning a happy sound from Orion as he cooed at the larva. Quietly ushering his creation along, Optimus watched as the larva wormed its way into Orion's arms, and at Optimus's command, remained docile. It settled in the little medic's arms and quietly chittered, to which Orion giggled at the novelty. 

Good. The plan would work then.

Looking up, Optimus noted Nimbus watching him with critical optics from the doorway, his blaster at the ready. Optimus remained passive, his expression stony as he met the other Prime's gaze. They held their staring competition for a klik as Orion played with the larva until Nimbus made a cutting motion on his neck and gestured toward Orion. Now, Optimus was not the most socially adept, but he was no fool. He knew what that meant.

He had no intention to hurt Orion. No, he was going to protect him in his own unique way.

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"Orion Pax." Optimus stalked forward, a smile gracing his features as he leaned down to match the little medic's height. Orion smiled gleefully and hurried forward with a sheet of stickers which he promptly took a star from and plopped directly onto Optimus's shoulder.

"You seem to be a lot better, Mr. Optimus! I am so glad you are feeling good now! And thank you for letting me hold your baby!" Nimbus glared at Optimus from across the room and the rest of the bots, Pretender or otherwise, stopped to watch as Optimus adjusted his grip on his cargo. They had only been in this alternate world for a few cycles, most of which Optimus spent in recharge. But that was more than enough time for Optimus to alter one of his larva enough to serve its new purpose.

"It was a pleasure to have such a wonderful medic tend to me." Both Ratchets nodded and hummed in agreement, the duo having long since decided that Orion was indeed a lovely spark to have around. However the Pretenders present froze as Optimus shifted his arms to reveal the small being in his arms.

"It is not safe for this one to come with me when I return to my plane. And so I would like to leave you with a friend." His larva, no longer maintaining its insectoid appearance, looked out from Optimus's arms at Orion. 

"He will keep me updated on your well being. Do not worry, he is more than capable of caring for himself. He is no sparkling." The green Pretender in Optimus's arms smiled and jumped to the ground. He was still small, about the height of a minicon. However given time, he would reach his full height and match Orion in stature. 

"Give him his designation." Ratchet and Bumblebee stared in absolute shock as Orion looked the newcomer over. Nimbus was seething nearby and the rest of Nimbus's team appeared equally concerned. But Orion seemed to see the situation as a positive as he smiled.

"How about Dion? I think we are going to be great friends!" Orion reached out to shake the newly named Dion's servo. Dion for his part met Optimus's gaze and nodded. Orion did not need to know that Dion was infused with the knowledge and CNA of a dead mech. Optimus had hoped to save the CNA strands for later, but Orion needed to be protected, and it certainly did not hurt to have a foothold in another plane. 

"I like that name! I can't wait to start working with you Rion!" Infused with traits Optimus thought Orion would appreciate, Dion was to be the perfect companion. He would ensure the little medic didn't get up to too much trouble. 

"Are you sure its fine for Dion to stay here Mr. Optimus? He's one of your babies right?" Optimus waved a servo dismissively as he stood again, not caring for Nimbus's threatening field.

"He is safer here, and I would like to ensure you are protected, young Orion Pax." Patting Orion on the helm once, Optimus met Dion's gaze and nodded. Dion knew his mission. 

"I will not hesitate to cut him down if he hurts my sparkling. I hope you know that." Nimbus warned as Optimus stepped away to allow Dion and Orion to begin talking.

"That is acceptable. Kin will always come first." There was mutual understanding between them as Nimbus crossed his arms and observed.

"We are working on a space bridge to send you back to your plane. It should be ready by the end of the week. You are not the first interdimensional traveler we have dealt with." A shame. This world was so very peaceful. It was pleasant not being hunted at all hours. 

"I understand, and I thank you now for housing us. This favor shall be repaid in due time." Striding toward Bumblebee, Optimus drew his eldest against him. It was not often he could offer affection so freely. Bumblebee whirled happily and Optimus's Ratchet smiled. They would enjoy this while they had it.

"Mr. Optimus! Bumblebee! Come play ball with us!" Orion waved exuberantly as Dion grabbed a red ball and held it up. Optimus chuckled as Bumblebee hurried forward to join. He always enjoyed the chance to let loose a bit. 

"Go on then. Play with Orion already. He doesn't have enough playmates." This plane's Ratchet ushered him onward gruffly, earning a glare from Optimus's Ratchet. He did not wait to listen to their inevitable argument before catching the ball thrown his way and proceeding to join the fray, Orion laughing the whole time.

NDNSJFNKFJDJF OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

DION AND ORION <3333

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A discussion about carrying in transformers rescue bots fanfiction.

I know this is gonna be a long post, and I’m so sorry. But I kept getting ticked off and needed to tell someone who would listen about this.  So, i’m reading a fantastic 2020 rescue november on a03. (I’ll dm you the author if anyone wants it.) and there’s a bladewave carrying fic in it. The premise of it is that Blades wants time-off because his sparkling is gonna come soon and Heatwave finds out about it that way and gets so happy that they’re gonna be a family. It’s all cute fluff right? My stupid ass thought that Heatwave was the one carrying, and then I realized it was blades. Not heatwave. I have read way too many rescue bots/rescue bots academy fanfiction, and I have noticed a pattern. When there is the term carrying involved, the authors (no shade to them some of the fics are amazing.) always pin the role of ‘carrier’ to the cuter smaller bot, not the ‘big strong brave mech’. It happens everytime. Now I ranted to my friend on discord about it (here’s the screenshot)

My point is, I’m plain tired of the ‘big stronger brave mech’ never carrying. The possibilities, the situations. It would be amazing, but alias they always pick Blades, or chase, and I have only seen one of these; Quickshadow.   C’mon. Put the role of carrying on heatwave, or boulder. Don’t be a coward.  Give heatwave carrying roles. me, oh I always pictured him a mother hen to the recruits, it makes perfect sense. heatwave is the one that is around them the most, it’s adorable. Most would describe him as a dad. Unpopular opinion but I see him as the overprotective mother hen that would protect his kids with his spark.  Part 2 here Ok thanks for coming to my tedtalk, if you wanna keep this going feel free to reblog and all that jazz, i’m making a new tag for things like this. Likes are appreciated. 

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CHAPTER XI

A Kili X OC series

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Tw: Mentions of blood, arrow wounds, hole in a hand. Description of pain and losing consciousness. The whole Azog confrontation scene, so falling trees, wargs, orcs etc. Small mention/description of trauma and PTSD.

For the orcish that was not canon: I used a dark speech translator. I am aware that this is not the perfect translator and that it is not exactly correct, but I could not find anything better after 30 minutes, so enjoy it.

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Thorin tried to fight off Azog and ended up unconsious? Cool. Raewyn threw him off his warg with a literal hole in her hand. Pick your icon.

The group of dwarves began to rush forward. Raewyn remained at Bilbo's side for the time. After her earlier debacle with Thorin, she could not be sure about how safe she would be with the rest of the company. Of course, Fili and Kili had stood up for her, but they were still Thorin's kin. And she practically just told him to die. So she was not in the most fortunate position.

"What happened?" Bilbo asked through the pants, having trouble catching up with the ranger, even as she could barely walk.

"Goblins." She answered, her voice void of emotion, as if too much had spilled out.

Bilbo let out a confused, yet worried 'ahhh'. He noticed how she was struggling, but it might not have been the perfect timing to stop in the middle of the road to talk about it. They needed to move. And they needed to do it quickly.

Dwarves ran past the duo, nearly pushing both of them over. Raewyn had nearly fell down when someone - rather rudely - shoved her to the side. Had it not been for the sudden arm around her waist, she would have been a nice warg meal.

She turned her head towards the owner of the hand, her eyes widening as she noticed Kili yet again. "Surprised to see me?" He teased.

Raewyn merely hummed at his words, no longer feeling the energy to talk back or interact with anyone or anything at the moment. Kili, obviously, knew better than to continue asking anything, but he could not help but feel guilty for the poor woman. He truly had no idea what his uncle did to make her hate him so much, but by the looks of it, it seemed serious. He had never seen Raewyn cry. And he might have only known her for a couple weeks, but he was quick to make out that she wasn't one for crying in public. Or perhaps crying in general.

Maybe she barely even expressed any emotion besides anger and annoyance. He could not tell until only a few minutes earlier. And it truly did break his heart. Not only because she was in obvious pain, but because he could not do anything about it. He had no knowledge about the subject. He was forced to see her suffer without being able to say anything about it. And he would make sure to not see that happen any time soon.

As they ran, Raewyn looked over at Bilbo occasionally to make sure the hobbit was still with them. She wasn't going to lose him again. Not like she did in the goblincaves. She did not even realize Kili's abnormal silence and determination. She was still too caught up in her own mind.

Before she could even come to a halt, she noticed the dwarves had all climbed up into the trees. Realization dawned on her as she, Bilbo and Kili had been the only ones left on the floor. A huge warg suddenly appeared in front of them, baring its dangerous teeth to the three of them. And as if it was a reflex, Kili pushed Raewyn out of the way, throwing her towards the trees, past the threatening animal.

"Kili!" She yelped, before colliding with the ground harshly, a sharp pain filling her leg, making her cry out as she connected her hands with the arrow wound, trying to stop the bleeding. She felt a hand tug on her shoulder, ushering her up, and for once, she did not need to look in order to know it was Fili.

"They are coming!" Thorin shouted, but Raewyn ignored him, speaking quietly to Fili instead.

"No." She protested, trying to shake the dwarf's hand off, her heartbeat increasing tremendously as fear flushed through her veins.

"Kili and Bilbo are still out there."

"You won't be of any help like this." The blonde tried, but she clumsily stood up slapping his hand off. She knew her eyes were glossing over again, but she could not care less at the moment. They had already seen her vulnerable. She had nothing left to lose.

"I will be able to help for as long as there is breath in my lungs." She wheezed out, grabbing one of her daggers with shaking hands, taking her aim at the creature.

She let out a high whistle, catching its attention. The wolf-like beast turned around at the sound, growling at the young woman, who was all but ready to throw her weapon.

"This is Asha blood, Fili." She began as she threw the knife, the power of it causing the blade to imbed itself into the warg's skull, making the creature collapse at the impact, dying almost immediately.

"We do not stop fighting until our hearts stop beating." She whispered, her voice wavering at she was clinging onto her last bit of strength.

Kili stared at the woman for a second, before rushing over to Bilbo to help him climb up into the trees. Fili had managed to jump down, assisting Raewyn as she too, took her place into the tree. When both of them were at a safe height, she let out a deep breath, adrenaline rushing through her body as she tried to rest against the branch that held both her and the blond dwarf up.

The orcs and wargs had come closer. One in specifically rose in front of the others, showing himself proudly. Raewyn dared to risk a little look at Thorin, but his eyes were glued onto the white orc in front of him.

"It cannot be." The leader mumbled, astonished at the sight in front of him. "Azog?"

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" The orc spoke in black speech, looking straight into the fallen king's eyes. "Ganziligi unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Trainob."

So he had died, Raewyn had concluded silently, her heart falling at the thought of Thrain dying. She had never met him, but she remembered her father telling her tales about the dwarven heir. It had nearly been as if she truly knew him.

"Raewyn, daughavas ro Raegon." The Gundabad orc announced, drawing the ranger's attention. "Lat liwo ukuffas."

The giant orc turned to his company, speaking to them in specific. "Kod, Toragid biriz." His company seemed to smile ominously at these words, looking at Thorin and Raewyn in particular. "Wororida!"

With those words, the wargs ran towards the trees, violently snapping off branches, trying to reach the dwarves. The trees began to shake as the company had trouble holding on, trying so desperately not to fall off. As the trees began to loose their footing in the earth, the dwarves jumped from tree to tree, hoping to find some sort of safety.

When their own tree began to shake too much, Fili looked at Raewyn, who lazily shook her head at him, her strength slowly failing her.

"Come on, you stubborn woman." Fili mumbled, forcing one arm around Raewyn as he leapt into the other tree, wheezing as the branches harshly collided with his stomach. The ranger, however, seemed to not be effected by it, holding her signature strong look.

"Sho gad adol!" Azog commanded, his voice carrying over the heights, sending shivers into the stomachs of the dwarves.

Raewyn was quick to realize everyone had climbed into the same tree. And that tree, was never going to last against the wargs on the floor. Something had to happen and it had to be soon.

And as if someone had heard her prayer, a flaming pinecorn flew through the air, landing in front of a few wargs, causing the animals to yelp and growl, jumping away from the firey heat.

"Fili!" Gandalf yelled, throwing one of the flaming pinecones to the said dwarf.

Fili swiftly grabbed it, toying with it in his hand, as to not burn himself, before taking aim and throwing it towards the enemies on the floor. Within only a matter of time, more pinecones flew, and the floor turned from green to yellow, the smoke of the fire coloring the sky warm. Azog roared in anger upon the sight of his companions burning.

The dwarves began cheering, and Raewyn dared to let out a little laugh, but as they did so, the tree began to shift, losing its footing as it fell from the floor, now dangling over the edge of a cliff.

Raewyn was one of the lucky ones to end up on the trunk, but the rest of the company had now been helplessly drooping from the tree, trying to get back up. Azog let out a dark laugh at them, nearing the fallen tree.

Now Thorin had pushed himself up, looking over at his enemy in pure hatred and malice. And Raewyn knew that look, for it had been the same look she had held only minutes prior. But she would not stop him. Thorin knew what he was doing. If this was to be his end, she would let him be. She had no more strength left to fight him, or even try to speak to him. She was too focused on even staying awake. The adrenaline that was shooting through her body had slowly begun to fail her.

She had not even noticed Thorin running up at Azog to take him on in a fight. Not until she saw his form flying through the air, before colliding with one of the rocks, his body now struggling to push himself up. She blinked once, twice, but what she saw in front of her had been as clear as day.

That body she saw laying on the floor was not Thorin's. Not at all. In front of her eyes, she saw the those familiar auburn locks. It was a face that had been imprinted in her memories ever since that fateful day. The face that haunted her nightmares and would keep her awake for countless nights. The manner in which the braids were worn, the tattoos that were inked on his hand, that little bracelet he wore around his wrist; the one Raewyn had gotten him for his nameday.

No, this was not Thorin. This was her father. And the sight of it caused her heart to nearly stop beating.

It was only when she heard Fili scream for his uncle, that she realized that that was not her father. No. It was the man responsible for his death. He deserved it. After everything he put her through, he deserved to be punished.

"Thorin!" She heard Fili shout again, followed by his brother's plea.

"Thorin! No!" Kili begged.

Yes, he deserved it. But they did not.

So she ran. She ran as quick as her leg would allow her, ignoring the white spots appearing in front of her sight as her heavy head nearly caused her to fall over. Confliction hit her deep, as she knew Thorin would never stop hating her, but she would not let Fili and Kili go through the pain she had to suffer with. If she would be the only one to be the bigger person here, then so be it.

Before Azog could even open his mouth, Raewyn had launched herself onto him, hitting his warg with sword, though it merely sliced him, instead of the impaling that she had been going for. Azog fell off of the creature, alerting the orc that had walked up to Thorin.

Raewyn ran from the creature as she held her hands onto her sword, now aiming at Azog again. Before the orc could even stand up, Raewyn had returned to attacking him, throwing her sword down at the fallen orc.

Azog raised his arm in response, shielding himself from the woman's movements. Raewyn's hold on her sword slowly began to break, as her body slowly began to shut down. She knew what she was doing was useless, and that she would only be postponing Thorin's death sentence, but she had to try. Perhaps she could yet find some way to get herself out of this.

When Azog noticed the struggling of the ranger, he chuckled darkly, baring his teeth at the young woman, before kicking his feet from him, delivering a harsh blow to Raewyn's stomach, making her stumble back, dropping her sword as her hand rushed to her stomach, the pain of her leg shooting up rapidly as her knees finally gave out.

The white orc raised to his feet, picking up the Asha's weapon before chucking it towards the cliff, the blade nearly falling off of the platform. Raewyn stared at the weapon, silently praying it would not fall down.

She heard the orc that had earlier been at Thorin's side approaching her. His sword was drawn, the tip of it coming dangerously close to Raewyn's head.

She would not go out like this. She couldn't. But there was nothing she could do. The muscles in her legs began to burn, no longer being able to support her weight, even as she was sitting up. Her vision was wavering, and the stinging in her hand has begun to affect her entire arm.

She could not fight back. Even if she wanted to. The orc looked down at her in pure hatred, as Azog was watching from a distance, an ominous smile on his face as he watched the Asha's supposed ending.

Supposed.

For a hobbit had suddenly decided to throw himself at the orc that was going to kill Raewyn, stabbing the creature a couple of times before stumbling up, standing in front of the ranger, who had so desperately tried to stay awake.

Azog growls in anger at the actions, staring at the small hobbit. Bilbo wildly swung his dagger, holding his head high as he tried to ignore the searing fear trembling through his body. Had he told himself he would be standing face to face with a creature from his nightmares, only weeks ago, he would have never believed it.

But here he was. Guarding Raewyn's life with his own. She, who had saved his on many occasions. And it was time he returned the favor.

Orcs began to close in around the two fallen bodies, and the one standing hobbit. They all held their weapons out threateningly, nearly making Bilbo wish he could just sink into the floor. But if Raewyn had taught him anything, it would be to never let any fear show. To be above it. Scare the fear off, as she had told him one night.

Be bigger than that what scares you.

And so he would. But he would not have to do it alone.

Shouts of war and protest came from the dwarves as they ran towards the orcs, slashing them down as they stood to protect their company members. And for a short minute, it appeared as though they were winning. The dwarves cut down multiple wargs, destroying the orcs in their way, but their numbers only grew, instead of the expected shrinking. And the dwarves were merely numbered ten, their leader having fallen down, while Ori and Dori were literally hanging on by a hand.

And now the orcs had the upper hand again. And defeat had been nigh.

Up until a loud shrieking filled the air. Enormous eagles had appeared in the sky, throwing their enemies down the cliff as they forced the fire to spread quicker. The giant bird-like creatures had begun picking up the dwarves, carrying them to safety. Raewyn, who had barely been awake to witness it, squinted her eyes at the sight, not quite believing what she was seeing. Travelling with Gandalf was bound to show her some magical things, but never before had she ever witness the eagles of Aule. Not with her own eyes.

And it would be the last thing she saw, before everything turned black for her. Before she lost her grip on reality, and slipped off into her unconsciousness.

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Never had Bilbo been so frightened. The realization of what he had just done began to sink in, bringing fresh goosebumps to his arms. His encounter with Gollum, the discovering of his Ring, the fight between Raewyn and Thorin, and of course, his confrontation with Azog.

But what might have scared him more, was the fact that Raewyn had not lifted her head once since the eagles had carried the company to safety.

Not once, has he had a friend that cared for him like she did. Someone who truly looked out for him. And even as they might have met only a few weeks, maybe months ago, the place she held in his heart had been special and close. She might have only been one of the only reasons Bilbo stuck around for as long as he did.

Because, no matter how much he hated everything that had happened; she made him feel safe. He felt as if he was guaranteed a trip home as long as she would be there to protect him. And seeing that shield as defenseless as now had scared him more than it had perhaps scared Gandalf.

After a dreadful flight, the eagles finally settled down on top of a massive rocked, shaped like a bear. The eagles that had carried Thorin and Raewyn landed first, dropping them off carefully, before circling around the rock to give space for the others to land.

Gandalf immediately rushed towards Thorin, placing a hand on top of the dwarf's head before muttering a quiet spell. As the dwarf slowly began to wake up, Gandalf smiled in accomplishment, giving him space to move, before walking over to Raewyn, repeating the same procedure.

"The halfling?" Thorin asks weakly, slowly sitting up as his companions assisted him.

"It's alright. Bilbo is here. He is quite safe." Gandalf reassured, smiling at Bilbo, who had been uncomfortably watching the wizard work on his friend. Thorin stood up at the sight, stumbling over to Raewyn, who too, had slowly began to awaken.

"What of the Asha?" He asked gruffly, looking down at the woman, who was stirring lightly.

"She will need time to heal, but she will survive. She has had worse." The grey pilgrim explained, before taking a swift, nearly unnoticeable look towards Kili, who had been anxiously waiting behind the hobbit, clinging onto Raewyn's sword, which he managed to catch before being swept off his feet by the eagles.

The ranger groaned as her eyes adjusted to the light, carefully pushing herself upright as to sit.

"I believe thanks are in order." Thorin admitted quietly, nodding her head at her. Raewyn gave him a hesitant nod back, standing up as she used a nearby rock as support.

"I do not want your gratitude, for I do not deserve it." She confessed to the dwarven king, her face scanning the crowd, before resting on Kili's eyes. Those eyes that someone managed to bring her that sense of belonging. Even if it had just been for one person.

"If it had been the two of us on that cliff, I would have left you there. But I could not do that to Fili and Kili." She sighed, now looking back at Thorin, who for once, did not hold his look of hatred towards the ranger.

"I know what it's like to lose your kin at a young age." She resumed. "And I would not wish that upon anyone else. Especially not upon them. So if you were to thank anyone, thank your nephews. Don't thank me."

Thorin remained silent at her words, not quite knowing how to respond. Raewyn could have continued speaking to him, trying to somehow still find a way to accept his gratitude. But she didn't. Instead, she turned to Bilbo, placing her hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her.

"You possess more courage than what you dare tell yourself, Bilbo Baggins." She began, rubbing her thumb on his shirt gently. "You should be proud of yourself. Truly. What you did back there was a brave thing. And I owe you my life."

Bilbo blushed at Raewyn's kind words, the sudden kind speech still vaguely unknown to his ears. Even as they shared so many fun conversations.

"I-I think you saved my life more times than I saved yours." He tried to cover up.

"Still, it was a courageous thing to do, and I will not forget it. Thank you, Bilbo." She whispered, nodding her head, before dropping her hand from his shoulder.

"Bilbo is the reason either of us are still standing." She now spoke to Thorin. "He saved my life on that cliff. Had it not been for him, we would not be here."

Thorin now advanced towards the hobbit, though his steps were not as threateningly as they usually were.

"I was wrong to tell you you had no place amongst us, master burglar." The leader spoke whole-heartedly, showing him an incredibly rare smile.

"I am sorry I doubted you." He mumbled, before pulling the hobbit into a hug, making the dwarves cheer and smile. Raewyn grinned at the sight, sitting back down as her hand shot back to the wound on her leg, the pain still not forgotten.

A cough was heard from her left side, a hilt making its way into her vision. "You left this." Kili mumbled, taking his seat beside the ranger.

Raewyn's eyes widened at the sight of her familiar sword, gratefully accepting the weapon. "Kili..." She mumbled, standing back up in order to sheathe her sword properly, smiling somewhat proudly at the well-known weight.

Kili stood back up with her, looking at her as she mesmerized the return of her sword. The rest of the dwarves had turned towards the one mountain in the distance, admiring it as they gaped at the sight. Kili's eyes, however, had not once wandered to the background. They had been on her. The entire time. And he could not help himself. He knew she was strong, but he would not deny that terrifying feeling that entered his stomach when Raewyn fell on her knees on that cliff.

Not once had he remembered ever feeling that scared. That fearful. It was a fear he never knew before. And he absolutely hated it. He despised it. It was a feeling he would curse out, even in his nightmares.

But now, here she was, standing and well. Or at least, alive. And it had lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, immediately drawing Raewyn's attention. "W-with your sword." He shot after it. "It truly belongs to you. It completes the look." He defended.

"It...It looks good." He sighed.

"Thank you." Raewyn muttered back, looking down at her sword. "And thank you, for retrieving it."

Kili merely nodded at her words, forming his lips in a thin line. The ranger looked at him for a while, not quite sure on what to do.

So she did the only logical thing; she walked forward, wrapping her arms around his body as she pushed him into her, drawing him into a hug. Kili stiffened at the feeling, his hands not even touching her back as he was contemplating on where to put them. But when Raewyn made no intention to let go yet, he placed them around her waist, resting his head against hers, appreciating the hold he was in.

And it was then he realized that this is all he ever needed. He could die in her arms and he would not even mind. For her arms felt like home. A home lost long ago, but retrieved once more. A home where he felt safe no matter what. A home where she would always be.

For she was the one he knew would never leave.

END OF ACT I

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All translated from dark speech (orcish):

Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?: Do you smell it? The scent of fear?

Ganziligi unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Trainob.: I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin, son of Thrain.

Raewyn, daughavas ro Raegon: Raewyn, daughter of Raegon.

lat liwo ukuffas: You will suffer

Kod, Toragid biriz.: These two are mine.

Wororida!: Kill the others!

Sho gad adol!: Drink their blood!

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Here! :D

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post 4 comfort characters (cheating edition)

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@transingthoseformers hey uh here have some optimus angst (nudges this to you like it's a piece of your fav snack)

hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

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A discussion of carrying in transformers rescue bots fanfiction; A continuation

Check out part 1 here So, everyone who commented on part 1 agrees that the ‘big strong brave’ mech should get the role of carrying. But, I realized something. Let’s take a look at for example; Tidalwave (HighTide x Heatwave) Heatwave in that case would be ‘cute smol bean’ mech, as I’ve seen with some fics. HighTide would be fantastic but I have also realized something else. What if, oh I don’t know. Cybertronians could willingly switch the sire and carrier roles whenever they wanted. For example; One bot might be the carrier for the first sparkling and for the next one, their partner is the carrier. It would make sense as gender to cybertronian isn’t a big deal, carrying probably wouldn’t be either. This brings me to another point; The ‘smol cute bean’ mech being carrier as it’s a better choice for the sparklings wellbeing. 

Should the ‘smol bean cutie pie’ mech be the only choice in terms of carrying in fanfiction? 

No! As I mentioned in part 1, it would the perfect chance to slide in plot points such as; “Why did the ‘big strong brave” mech be chosen as the carrier in the first place?’ what if, the ‘smol cute bean’ mech wasn’t able to carry a sparkling due to there frame-type. if the ‘smol cute bean’ mech was to carry the bitlet in that case, during forging the ‘smol cute bean’ mech’s body wouldn’t be able to handle it and they would offline during child-birth. The ‘big strong brave mech’ would be able to handle much easier, as they have a bigger frame. Or another plot point you could put in a fic like that; “How would the ‘big strong brave’ mech’s family/friends react to the carrying cycle?” I imagine that it would be somewhat taboo, as the ‘big strong brave’ mechs were usually out fighting and the smaller mechs would be the one to take care of the sparklings. It would be breaking the cybertronian stereotype of ‘the smaller mechs have to carry’ or “How would the ‘smol cute bean’ mech take care of the carrying ‘big strong brave’ mech?” That on the other servo, would be a perfect chance to slide in some fluff, the smaller mech doing there best to take care of the bigger one, spoiling them with energon goodies and providing cuddles when needed or wanted. Helping them but also giving them space. 

Conclusion

Let the ‘big brave strong’ mech carry in your fics once in awhile, it’s the perfect to add plotpoints and add more personality to your fanfiction and characters. That doesn’t mean I'm telling you that the ‘smol bean cutie pie’ mech shouldn’t be carrying at all, it just adds variety in the big wide world of fanfiction if the bigger mech gets to carry.  Once again, thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I might make a part 3 if I get ticked off again who knows, as usual reblog and all that jazz, it’s fine. Likes are also welcomed. If you guys have anything to say put it in the reblogs or the comments. Your choice.   Signed by, your best friend - Quickshadow <3 Mutual tagging: @faultfindingfirebot   @autism-autobot  @asmoteeth  @sonicnerd

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so obvi windblade and quickshadow should be a thing bc that's cute, what do you think their relationship would be like? first date, dynamic, their interactions, whatever you wanna say!! go!

I got the mic? I just woke up I'm on my tablet I'm going to tag this properly when I get on my oc but here we go!!

Their dynamic is giving: Protective short one (Quickshadow) and amused tall one who's honored that she would offer to protect her (Windblade). I bet these two rescue each other all the time on missions sometimes they overlap and they end up doing different things at the same site.

First date? Well their first date must've been awkward, these two don't know how to romance whatsoever at first. It's completely a new thing to both of them and they have no idea, so they just end up at Swerves' and they're eating and then the two start talking about their problems, and Quickshadow rants about her exe and Windblade just goes, "... Well, you won't get those problems with me I promise. Mechs are.. morally grey at best and downright disgusting at worst. Dating femmes are better."

(This may be out of character, I don't know.)

And quickshadow agrees. Yeah mechs suck let's just date each other. The date then picks up really well after that when they get home these two are snuggling (Windblade's suggestion) and Quickshadow is just mush in Windy's arms and it's cute and why am i rambling about this?

So yeah that's what I think about those two I love them so dearly. :)

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(used a picrew) Summoning time! Summoning LEGENDARY!

Should've mentioned earlier, but her yokai name is Black Sheep Red Mist.

"... Whisper, I don't think that's a yokai. She just looks sad and depressed." "..."

Aka a dumb yokai watch x CS2019 AU. She's a kleptomaniac thief who messes you up by stealing your things. (She will steal your loaf of bread.) I wanted a crossover AU and went fuck it let's post it on tumblr lets see the Carmen Ass Discourse fandom people go crazy. Is Yokai Watch even still relevant anymore? Whelp, she's slippery class and also later down the line Nate's cool ghost aunt :)

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@transingthoseformers

Look, it's your favorite! <3

Too much fun putting cocks on janky low-poly models

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☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground [Yeets ex-con Starscream at] "You know, people normally say hello when they meet there teammates for the first time."

She squirmed a bit, and mind you she looked awfully insulted. She didn't expect for her 'new teammate' that was assigned by Optimus would be so fragging aggressive. "Well i'm sorryyyy some people don't like BEING PINNED TO THE GROUND!" She huffed, then added, "So.. You must be starscream correct?"