#hes not exactly a minicon but he is Small

[taciturnraccoon]

Found some old art of mine so I decided to redesign the character. His name is Highrise and he was an elevator operator in pre-war Iacon and he's now a news anchor on Tacitus.

His whiskers are optical fibers!

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hi may i please request swerve trying to be the human liason on the lost light's wimgmech untill they jump grab his shoulders do a pullup and smooch him.

Thank you! Hope your flights arent horrifically delayed.

Thank you for the request, and sorry for how long it took to finally get it out lol! Coincidentally my flights ended up being okay despite the hell I went through to get onto the planes.

I put a lot of thought into this request, and I wasn't entirely sure what you meant with Swerve being the reader's wingmech, so I went down this route. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's on the shorter side. Thanks again! :D

Wingmech

Pairing: IDW Swerve x Human Liason Reader

Word Count: 2181

Summary: After noticing you are lost in love with an anonymous mech, Swerve decides to help you prepare for going after the secret crush you have.

  Swerve has been watching you for a while now.

  It’s not uncommon for the Lost Light’s crew to focus on you. You are, after all, the only human aboard the Cybertronian exploration ship. Though you’ve been here for months, no bot can help but find you fascinating. And Swerve? Well…he’d never admit it to anyone, but his interest in you goes well beyond mere fascination. Yes, you're small, smaller than even him. Yes, you're soft, and squishy, and adorable, and sometimes he really wants to scoop you up into his arms and kiss you right on the lips after confessing his love-

  Okay. So maybe he has a bit of a crush on you. But that’s all it is! A crush that compels him to  keep tabs on where you go and what you do. He’s learned about you from the various conversations he’s listened to during busy nights. He knows you adore dogs and melt at the sight of cats (What are dogs? What are cats? Like hell he knows. He isn’t particularly caught up on his Earth knowledge). He knows you like to turn in early and wake up late. He knows you aren’t exactly a party person, and sometimes being surrounded by robots three times your size is incredibly overwhelming. And following that little tidbit, he understands you don’t like coming to his bar.

  So why are you here now?

  He’s watching you while he makes drinks. Your little form is tucked away in a corner at one of the smaller tables reserved for minicons, hunched over a notebook, eyes focused on the pages of written material he can’t read. Even when he zooms his optics in, your writing is far too small for him to coherently pick up on from this distance. With one hand propped against your cheek and the other idly tapping a pen against your head, you look far too troubled for someone who’s currently spending time in a place where all troubles are drunken away. It makes him curious and concerned. Why would you, someone who hates large crowds and loud environments, be writing in such a place?

  He needs to get to the bottom of it.

  Now, he knows what someone might say about this: “Swerve, it's none of your business. Swerve, they clearly don’t want to be bothered. Swerve, eavesdropping is bad.”

  Well, you know what he would say to all of that? “I’m a bartender. My business is everyone else’s business. That’s what being a bartender entails.”

  So yeah, he’s snooping. But it’s all for a good cause. Being around you is worth it. He’ll always take the chance to talk to you if he can.

  “Whatcha writing?” he asks when he pops up behind you with surprising stealthiness. You let out a surprised shriek and nearly jump right out of your seat. He barely catches a glimpse of your notebook’s contents before you slam it shut and cover it with your arms.

  “Swerve!” you yell, fleshy human cheeks flushing a wonderful pink color (Oh, how he loves the way you blush like that. He wants to make you do it more). “Don’t scare me like that!”

  “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You humans make the cutest sounds when you're startled.” He folds his servos behind his back and leans forward a little. “I don’t see you in the bar often. A place like this isn’t really the best for writing stories, ya know.”

  You sigh and slip your notebook into the knapsack you always carry around. Darn, he thinks, how will your secrets be spilled to him now? “I’m not writing stories. I’m just…doing research on something.”

  “Research,” he says. “In a bar.”

  “Yes. Research in a bar. Is that so hard to believe?”

  He does a quick scan of your features. The blush on your cheeks has deepened to a shade of red that almost matches his paint job. You're fiddling with your knapsack and guarding that notebook with your life. Suddenly, it comes upon him like a tidal wave; his smile widens with the victorious air of someone who just won a medal. “Oh, I know what's going on here,” he says. “You've been spying on someone, haven’t you?”

  Your reaction only further proves his theory. You look horrified, and the way you frantically rush to defend yourself is like a bright neon arrow pointing directly at your head. “What? No! Nonono, why would you think that?!”

  He laughs. “Oh, you totally are! Your notebook is probably chock-full of evidence, amiright? Wait, don’t tell me! Let me guess!”  He circles the table and plops down across from you. “Is it Ratchet? Nah, too grouchy. Cyclonus? Mm, too weird. Oh, oh! It’s Rodimus, isn’t it? It has to be Rodimus!”

  “What are you talking about?” you ask him.

  He leans forward and smirks. “You're in love, little one. Am I right, or am I right?”

  “I-I’m not-there’s no-” You stutter for a moment longer, then get a hold of your emotions and reel them in. Sitting back and going stone-faced, you stare at him with only the color of your blush signaling what you are currently going through. “I’m not in love.”

  Does it hurt to know you have a crush on someone who isn’t him? Absolutely? But telling you that would mean admitting the feelings he has for you, and no way is he doing that now. His spark aches with the sting of rejection, but he hides it well and decides messing with you will make him feel much better. “C’mon, squirt. You can’t lie to me. It’s as clear as day that someone on this ship has you smitten.”

  “It’s not someone on this ship. I’m a human.”

  “You being a human and us being mechs means nothing. How many months have you been aboard this ship?” He counts off his digits. “Two? Three? No, it’s been five months, hasn’t it? Five months with us and your little spark has finally decided humans just don’t compare to mechs anymore. Aw, how adorable.”

  You look like you want to jump across the table to snap his intake shut. Instead though, you slump back in defeat and groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “Is it really that obvious?”

  “To me? Yeah. But that’s only because I’ve picked up on your reactions. Plus, the fact that you came here to jot down ‘notes’ means…” Now he gets excited. “It has to be someone in this bar.”

  You regard him cautiously. “And what if it is? What will you do about it?”

  He shrugs. “Nothing! My job is to pour drinks and listen to people’s woes. What kind of reputation would I be giving this fine establishment if I were to go around tattling on my loyal customers?” He taps his index digit against his dermas. Scrap, this is really going to hurt him. But he wants to see you happy. “I could help you, you know.”

  “Help me?” you echo.

  “Yeah, why not?” he forces himself to say with enthusiasm. “I’m always ready to help a pal! I’ll be your wingmech! How’s that sound?”

  A wide smile splits across your face and you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle. “Wingmech? Seriously? That’s so cheesy, Swerve.”

  By the Allspark, hearing your laughter is music to his ears. He’s envious of whoever you are crushing on. They’re one lucky mech to have someone like you chasing after them.  But he swallows down his jealousy for your sake and puffs out his chassis proudly. “Cheesy or not, I’m sure I can help you woo your future sweetspark. All you gotta do is learn to use a little bit of the ol’ Swerve charm and bingo, this bot will be yours in no time. So, whattaya say? You wanna employ my humble services?”

  You bite your lower lip and look down at your knapsack. “I don’t know. The Swerve charm may not exactly work on the mech I’m thinking of.”

  “Aha!” He stands up and points at you. “So you admit you're in love!”

  You give him a pointed look. “Alright, alright, fine, I admit it! Yes, there’s someone on this ship I really like. I’ve been writing down things he may or may not enjoy so I can come up with ways to show him that…that I want to…askhimout.” This last part comes out as a weak mutter. It’s obviously difficult for you to admit it, but oh boy is Swerve glad you have.

  “So it’s a he. Hm. IIIInteresting. Mind telling me what he’s like?”

  You smile. “Well, he’s outgoing. And very enthusiastic about what he does. He always has an upbeat attitude and definitely knows how to make me laugh. Some might think he’s a bit of a wise-ass though.”

  Swerve chuckles. “Sounds like a real dream boat.”

  “You…have no idea.” The way you say it sounds strange to him, but he doesn’t think any more of it. You drum your fingers against the table. “What…what would you do if you wanted to tell him that…that you like him?”

  I wouldn’t. I’d tell you I like you and no one else. “I’d probably do something bold. Something that would really grab his attention, ya know?” He thinks. “Does he like you back?”

  “Well, you see…I-I think so? I’m not sure. I talk to him a lot, but we’re…kind of different. I’m definitely not like him, but we get along. The more I hang out with him, the more these feelings grow.” You stare at your hands. “I don’t know if I should be admitting all of this.”

  “No, no, it’s okay!” He’s quick to reassure you. “I want to help! Seriously! I said I’d be your wingmech, and I’m going to uphold my word! So, let’s think! You think he likes you, and you definitely like him back. He’s the extroverted type, bold and brash…so give him a show! Really show him that you want him and you to be together, and you appreciate all of the good company he’s given you since you boarded the ship. The key is to really hit him here.” He thumps his chassis. “Right in the spark. It’s all emotions, squirt! Nothing else to it!”

  “Emotions, huh?” Once again, that odd look crosses you. “Do you think we could…practice?”

  “Practice?”

  “Yeah, like, working on what I’ll do when I finally admit my feelings to him? Would that be okay with you?”

  “Oh, yes, totally!” He stands up. “C’mere, let’s go through it. Think about what you want to say, and then act it out to me.”

  You stand up as well and walk over to him. Looking down, he sees just how small you are compared to him; you barely make it up to his chassis. You study him, biting your bottom lip. You look so nervous. It makes him want to be gentle.

  “Don’t be shy,” he says softly. “There’s no reason to be. It’s just you and I here, yeah? No one will pay attention to us.”

  You draw in a deep breath. “Okay, Okay.” Shaking out your arms, you fixate on him determinedly. “I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to do something. Is that okay?”

  “Oh,” he says, a bit confused. “Sure, yeah! What are you going to do?”

  You take a step back. Then, you jump forward, and he’s startled when you grab his shoulders and pull yourself up. His optics widen when you lean in and give him a short kiss. Every mechanical nerve in his body sings when he feels your lips on his, and he seems to lose control of himself, becoming nothing more than a statue.

  Then, it’s over. You let him go and drop back down, taking a step back and looking at him anxiously. He stares at you, air whooshing in and out of his intake as his systems attempt to cool.

  “It’s…It’s me?” he whispers.

  You lower your head and nod.

  He can’t talk. He can’t make a sound. It’s only for a good few seconds, but when he finally regains control of his vocalizer, he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And then he’s picking you up and spinning you around in a tight hug. “You like me!” he cries. “You like me, you like me!” He couldn’t care less if anyone else in the bar is watching this. The one he’s been crushing on for months has been crushing on him back!

  You laugh along with him. “It took you this long to figure it out? I’ve been dropping hints since we started this conversation!”

  “That’s why you’ve been doing research in the bar! Primus, how did I not realize it sooner?” He holds you back so he can see your brilliant smile. It makes him melt. “I can’t believe you really like me,” he whispers.

  You cup his faceplate in your hands. “I’m guessing your happy about it, Mr. Wingmech?”

  He kisses you again, leaning into your touch. “Well…looks like my humble services paid off.” He pauses. “So…what did you think of the Swerve charm?”

[pzdragon666]

Making it up

-DramaKing online-

DramaKing: Alright, I've had enough

-CommanderHighheels online-

-Steve online-

-Itsybitsyspider online-

-ScienceShock online-

CommanderHighheels: I agree with KnockOut. This has gone on long enough

Itsybitsyspider: I didn't even know it was possible for each of them to leave each other in an even worse condition

Steve: I mean, their minicons were involved so-

ScienceShock: Logical

Itsybitsyspider: Who's willing to get them to talk?

ScienceShock: Steve

CommanderHighheels: Steve

Itsybitsyspider: I was gonna say Shockwave

ScienceShock: Excuse me???

Steve: WHY ME!?

DramaKing: She has a soft spot for you

Steve: bruh-

Steve: wait- Really?

ScienceShock: I didn't think that was possible

CommanderHighheels: Shut up

Steve: Fine, I'll do it. You guys better not change my username when I get back

-Steve offline-

CommanderHighheels: that's not a bad idea

Steve puts his phone down as he takes a deep breath. Vox sees him seem bother. "What's wrong, dude?" He asks. Nexus and Gary look down from their bunks and look towards Steve. "Did the high commanders get bored of you?" Gary asked. "NO! it's that- they want me to go talk with Illusion..." Steve murmured. "WHAT!?" They yelled. "You don't mean the psycho right?" Nexus said. Steve glared at him through his visor and left before they continued to warn him. He arrives at her quarters, seeming hesitant to knock her door. The door slides open, with a small minicon glaring up at him. "Oh! Um- hi-" Hazard extended her limbs and grabbed Steve by his neck. "[State your business or perish...]" Steve squeaks in fear until a hand grabs Hazard from behind. "《Let him go. I know this vehicon.》" Hazard grumbled as she let go of him. "[But I really wanted to kill something today.]" Hazard whined. "《I'll find something for you to kill later, but for now, you aren't killing any of my friends.》" Hazard huffed as Illusion put her down. "《Apologies for that, Steve. She's been jumpy since she fought with the cassettes.》" Illusion sits back down on her berth as Steve hesitantly enters the room. "I'm sorry for showing up without informing you, but-" "《Let me guess. KnockOut got tired of this dilemma and wants you to convince me to talk with Soundwave.》" Steve nodded, seeming relieved he didn't have to explain to her. "《Tell KnockOut no.》" Steve looks up, seeming upset she dismisses the solution so quickly. "But why?" Steve asks, quickly regretting it. "《Soundwave betrayed my trust, and that's something I don't forgive easily》" She said. "What if Soundwave didn't know he betrayed your trust?" Illusion looks at him and thought quietly. She seemed hesitant now. "《But he should have told me about their relationship...》" Steve thought quietly and decided to ask her. "Why exactly do you hate Shockwave???" Illusion stares at him before moving her optics away from him. "《That's my business, but.... you're right》" Steve looks at her, confused. "What?" "《I shouldn't blame Soundwave for wanting to have a relationship with Shockwave. He doesn't know what happened between us, and I've been treating him unfairly for it. I think I should go talk to him.》" Illusion walks past him, going off to find Soundwave. Steve pulled out his phone and started texting the others.

-Steve online-

Steve: Mission accomplished

ScienceShock: really?

Itsybitsyspider: ^

CommanderHighheels: Told you she has a soft spot for you

Steve: Now we wait and see

Illusion walks towards Soundwave's quarters, seeming to already regret her choices. She stands in front of his door before deciding to knock. She waits for a but until she tries again. The door opens before she can knock again. She glared at Shockwave, who was the one that opened the door. "《What are you doing here?》" She glares at the scientist. Shockwave moves aside to let her in. "Someone had to keep him company for what you did." Illusion sent him a menacing glare and opened her mouth to yell at him but thought better about it. "《I'm not here to talk with you. I'm here to talk with Soundwave.》" Shockwave steps back a bit as Illusion looks towards the berth where Soundwave is covered in blankets. "《Soundwave.》" She nudged the blob that was underneath the blankets. "《Wake up! I want to apologize!》" She yanks the blankets of Soundwave's sleeping body. Soundwave stirs awake from his sleep and looks up at Illusion. "《Can we talk?》" She asks. Soundwave looks over her shoulder to Shockwave, who hasn't left the room yet. "/about what...?/" Soundwave asks. Illusion sighs heavily before falling on one knee. Soundwave looks at her confused as Illusion is kneeling in front of him. "《I want to apologize for my behavior these past few days. I was mad at you because you betrayed my trust and hid your.... relationship with Shockwave. I truly thought we could share secrets like these, but I was wrong.》" She looks back up, seeing Soundwave staring at her, confused and conflicted. "/I- uh- I think it's my fault as well for not wanting to share this secret with you. Your opinion matters a lot to me and I- I knew that you and Shockwave never really liked each other, and I felt overwhelmed that I had to choose between you and him./" Soundwave looks towards Shockwave, remaining quiet. Illusion got up, and awkwardly attempted to hug him. "/what are you doing?/" "《I'm giving you a hug. I'm trying alright...》" Soundwave laughs before returning the hug. They pulled away, seeming to silently agree that they forgive each other. "《Well, I'll tell the others about our conflict already resolved then.》" She leaves before stopping in front of Shockwave. "《AND Shockwave. If I find out you broke this mech's spark, I will turn you into one of your experiments...》" She leaves with Soundwave clinging onto Shockwave, seeming to ignore her threat. "/Don't take her threat seriously, Shockwave./" "That was a threat?"

I know y'all been waiting for this part. Sorry :'3

@chamm0y @mr-playlist @breakitoutwildbreak @splashscreenofficial @keef-draws @kyamo18

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[ppnuggie]

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　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons    』

　　—  004

　　— back at it again with more memes of my story ;) once again even more on off with the pov and pronoun switches of them and you !! also we get to meet the stunticons in this and mother soundwave <3

　　＜　one , two , three , five    ＞

          newly adopted, (y/n) stared around at the small cult circle of cassettes around them. they suspiciously eyed at the cassettes, waiting for them to say anything or make a move. though soundwave, your new guardian, had warned them. he specifically said not to harm them or be mean to them. it was like he was their dad and they were his 20-30 year old kids who lived in the basement, or well, in this special case, they lived in his boobies.

kinda sus if youre honest, but hey, who wouldnt want to live in boobs? they all looked at you as though you were a big glob on the ground that came from the sky. you weren't exactly sure how to feel with that.

          "it moved!" a purple bot gasped, pointing at you. a scoff came from you, rolling your eyes, "of course i moved you idiot, im not some lifeless animal." you growled. "strange," the cat like minicon spoke up, "why has soundwave taken you in?" he narrowed his optics at you, circling your form with his tail swishing around behind him.

"because," frenzy spoke up, "i asked soundwave to!" that caused the attention of the other minicons that were once staring at you to divert towards frenzy. "why would ya do that exactly?" the purple minicon asked, raising a optic ridge at his twin. "because!" frenzy put his servos on his hips, "they're fun to mess with! come on, rumble, its an excuse to cause trouble, take squishy with us, and blame it all on them. its the perfect plan!" frenzy exclaimed, rubbing his servos together like a villain with the worst evil plan ever in existence. its like the time plankton ran out of ideas to take the secret formula, and decided to do the dumbest thing ever.

          'rumble' had put his servo on his chin, deep in thought before nodding along. "yer right! we can do that!" he turned back towards you, before approaching and grabbing your upper arm roughly. "come on squishy! we got some stuff to do!" he dragged you towards where frenzy was at by the door. a sigh came from you, shaking your head before you started to limp after them so they wouldnt drag you.

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the twins snickered to themselves, well, more like howling like hyenas with their loud ass laughs. the plan as of right now was to prank starscream, whoever that was. all you had been told was that he was a loud guy who didnt shut the hell up. kind of reminded you of a guy back at work, dumbass hoe who didnt know how to use the coffee machine and complained whenever he was given actual work to do. god he gave you a headache.

the twins grabbed you and ran to hide behind a surface, loud footsteps approaching where they were before. following the footsteps came a loud scream, the twins hooting and hollering with triumph. they tiptoed out of their hiding place, dragging you behind to see their masterpiece. except their smiles had only fell into frowns, confused by the quick change of emotion, you looked to where they were looking.

up ahead stood a group of different bots with different heights. one was drenched in hot pink paint with purple glitter, who was screeching about being targeted. another bot, who was yellow, was laughing his ass off with another bot, who was grey and red. the tallest one had a purple face, and a larger structural body than the others. the other one, who was wearing a visor and was red, just stood his with their arms crossed.

rumble and frenzy looked at each other and then at the large bot, then back to one another. they both grabbed you, and started to 'silently' — aka horribly — walk away. until they were grabbed by the larger bot, his hands large enough to fit around their bodies and pick them up with ease. they both shrieked and started wiggling about, banging their tiny fists against his fingers. "let us go!" frenzy growled, and rumble was trying to bite one of the fingers wrapped around him.

the bot only made a 'tch' sound before speaking. "tell me why you did this to breakdown before i decide to squish you between my digits, and watch your energon drip onto the ground." he sneered at the two, who had frozen up in his grasp. they both peered down at you, their digits pointed towards your form sitting on the metal ground. "it was the squishy's idea not ours! you have to understand, motormaster!" rumble barked out. "the squishy forced us to do this!" frenzy added.

          motormaster's optics looked down at you, before back at the twins. he let out a hard laugh, “as if that pathetic creature could do anything. its broken already. as weak as you two are,” motormaster brought them closer to his face, “that human wouldnt be able to do anything.” he growled, teeth baring at the two minicons.

“motormaster,” a familiar voice came by. looking over, soundwave stood near the stunticon leader, servo held out. “request : put frenzy and rumble down.” he said, pointing down to the floor. motormaster glared at the third in command, before complying with his request.

“you better keep an eye on those two, soundwave, or else next time i wont be able to guarantee their safety.” motormaster warned before heading back towards his group. soundwave didnt say anything, only watching the stunticon walk away before directing his gaze towards his minicons. “rumble , frenzy : not mad, disappointed.” he said before catching your form.

he kneeled down, servos moving to carefully and gently grab you, holding you close to his chest. “(y/n) : alright?” he questioned, waiting for an answer. you only nodded, wrapping your hands around one of his digits. it was nice, being held gently like this. it felt like something you could get used to.

[flamingfandomtrashcentral]

You're so cute when your struggling? With Overlord or Tarn please? 💕

This probably isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I hope you can still enjoy it

Overlord and Tarn

Coming back online after being knocked unconscious was never a pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of situation you would find yourself in, nor what state your body would be in. Best case scenario: you wake up in the care of your allies. Unlikely, given that you were alone. After that, being where you were when you passed out was the most realistic good option. That wasn’t the case though. Instead of the desolate, battle worn building you had been scouting, you now appeared to be in a clean room. Possibly on a ship. 

You could feel someone tinkering with your head. Perhaps, this was the best option after all. Maybe one of your friends had rescued you, and had just taken you somewhere you didn’t recognize! Or maybe your processor was damaged. Could be, you think you can remember the structure crumbling down onto you.

Not wanting to wait for the answers to come naturally, you try to move your head to see who’s helping you. A bad decision, it turns out. Moving when someone is tampering with the inner workings of your mind is not a pleasant experience. The pain is instant. As is the yelling of whoever was back there.

“Nah-ah-ah, no moving! What is wrong with you? You feel someone trying to fix you and you just thrash about???” You barely moved your neck, but you decided to keep that to yourself. The mystery bot finally revealed themselves, sharply leaning over your head to look you in the optics. A green minicon was now giving you a dirty look.

“Uh... sorry?” You’re not sure what she wants, but you feel an apology is your safest option.

She sighs, going back to whatever it was she had been working on, “I suppose this is what I get for not strapping your head down too, but it kept getting in the way. Just hold still, would you?” Too? You experimentally tried to move an arm, only to find it locked in place. It makes sense, she can’t have you rolling off the table while she’s got your head opened up, now can she? Who knows what would come flying out if that happened.

It’s not long before two sets of footsteps approach the room you’re in, but that’s not what really catches your attention. It’s the arguing that does. 

“Why are you still here? I did not invite you onboard, nor do you have any reason to stay.” He huffed in annoyance, “Just leave, this is most unnecessary.”

“My, my, someone’s in a sour mood today. Did you burn through your last t-cog already?” Another voice chimed in, this one not nearly as deep as the first.

You heard the minicon mumble something about them being a bunch of sparkling just before they entered. The door was to your side, so you could kinda see what was going on through your peripherals. The purple mech held out his arm to block the bigger blue one, trying to close the door on him before he could come in. Didn’t work, he just forced his way in. The purple mech being no match for him in terms of strength, apparently. 

“You do not need to be in here!” The purple one hissed. “It’s because of your brutish ways that they’re even in this state. You had no reason to topple over that building other than simply wanting to.”

“I’ll admit it was unnecessary, and I wanted to apologize to them.” His voice was dripping in mock concern, even you could tell he was full of scrap and you didn’t even know who it was.

The other guy didn’t believe him either, if the bark of laughter was anything to go off of, “Oh, that is priceless! Overlord apologizing. I didn’t realize you were abandoning the cause to become a comedian.”

Your spark faltered. No. There’s no way you heard that right. Nuh-uh, no way, he did not just say that name. You still couldn’t see their faces due to how you were positioned. 

“Speaking of odd behavior,” hopefully-not-really-Overlord’s voice was tight, but still retained an air of condescension to it, “you’re awfully concerned about them, Tarn.” Oh Primus dammit. “Taking the time to patch them up when you should be hunting down your next target, that never happens.”

Your increasing panic successfully tuned out whatever else they were saying. This is it, this is how you die. No doubt you’re being kept here so he can kill you later. You hadn’t exactly been a model Decepticon in recent millenia you’ll admit, but it’s not your fault the movement took a turn for the murderous unexpectedly! Plus all your friends were in it, and you didn’t want them to judge you, so you just kinda stuck around... passively... hiding from any and all conflict. Primus you were going to die here. 

The sound and feeling of your head being snapped back together pulled you out of your dread. It caught their attention as well.

“Are they well, Nickel? This brute didn’t cause any permanent damage did he?” Tarn asked, sounding bizarrely invested in your well being. A psychological torture tactic, probably. Make you feel like you’re in the clear, only to rip you apart later. 

“Yes, yes, they’re fine,” Nickel waved him off dismissively as she lowered herself to the ground. “They’ve also been conscious for all of your bickering.” With that, she took her leave, not even bothering to undo the restraints. No need to untie someone that’s about to die, you grimly accept.

Now that you’re able to move you head freely again, you slowly look up to see the towering figures of two of the most feared Decepticons. Their red eyes cut right through you. A small, naive part of you that thought you still had a chance urged you to do something, anything. You wiggle helplessly in your restraints, hoping that maybe they’ll be somewhat weakened from the previous victims. You have no idea what you would do if they did snap, but you’ll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.

Overlord smiled at you, an experience you never wanted to have, “You're so cute when your struggling.”

W h a t ?

This made everyone freeze, Tarn looking at Overlord with pure disdain, while you looked to Primus for answers you’re not even sure you wanted.

Tarn seemed beside himself at the statement, “What is wrong with you? You crush them under a toppled building, and now you’re flirting with them?” He placed a servo on your shoulder, an action probably intended to sooth, but all it did was make you shudder.

“Please, don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing, I saw the way you were eyeing them when we got here. At least I’m actually taking the initiative.” Overlord snickered at the strangled noise that came out of Tarn at this accusation. 

“Do not put words in my mouth! I would never say something so- so crude! If I was trying to charm them, I would say something much more eloquent,” Tarn was desperately trying to regain some sense of dignity after Overlord’s comment.

They continued going back and forth, critiquing each other’s “courting methods”. Not that you were paying attention anymore. You were just hoping they’d hurry up and kill you, anything was better than whatever the frag this was.

[lostintransport]

// Some of the NPC muses from the crew include:

Spawnfire - a very excitable minicon in charge of navigation and flying the ship. Looks like someone took a burning hunk of firewood and turned it into a Decepticon. Sometimes lights himself on fire by accident and doesn’t notice because his entire frame is fireproof. Rosehip once launched him into a crowd of Autobots like a football during one of these moments and Spawnfire has never let him forget that.

Technicolor - an aloof, spindly all black seeker, always seems exhausted and full of anger, in charge of the combat training and battle plans. Was demoted from strategist/analyst to the Nine’s crew after he provoked one too many incidents of infighting. Isn’t exactly unhappy about that. Respects Rosehip and no one else, and rarely listens to any other Decepticon commander - this has caused problems in the past. Spars often with Rosehip and Legion, but also has to be stopped from going too far and harming his crewmates.

Legion - a deployer frame, heavy hitter with a large cannon arm - she’s also the crew’s main and official medic, but she mostly there to continue Rosehip’s medical training and likes to joke that they BOTH need to retire soon. She’s the closest in age to the captain, but he still calls her kid on occasion. She has 12 drone-like deployers that attach in ports on her back and chest, and each one is about the size of her palm - they’re very small and meant more to be extra look outs while in the field, or to hold her tools when her hands are busy.

Still working on fleshing out the other four, these three are the just the ones that might appear the most.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Got any naughty thoughts about Buzzstrike? What do you think the mini-mans likes to get up to?

I hate rid for not giving me more info on this boy because i WANT to have more ideas for him, honest to god.

Im going to use a female so for this, you want something else, ask with your preferred gender.

If I HAD to guess though, Buzzstrike is the cutie who wooes you with just how charming he is. A smile and a few simple gifts here and there, and you're just ready to fuck his brains out. Like a boy next door².

Once he actually gets in your bed (he really takes his time. He's interested in YOU, not your naughty bits), he's an absolute charmer. He's not exactly a stud, but he makes sure your comfy with him (seriously the kindest fuck you'll ever have).

He REALLY wants to use his hands. I've noticed that he speaks with his hands often, so he likes using his hands. He feels your every curve, and for a mini, he has quite a firm grip. He has a particular fondness for tits, small or big as they are, he just really enjoys having something to sit there and play with.

As such, he's REALLY into tit jobs. He's a bit embarrassed by how much hes into it, but PLEASE let him, he practically melts on top of you.

Fingering you is ALSO a huge favorite of his. Its simple, it makes you happy, and his hands are more pleasing than his spike. Not his fault hes on the smaller side.

He's also REALLY into you playing with his wings. Jerking off while you stroke the length of them is SUCH a dream for him.

Please kiss him all over his handsome face. He gets so bashful when you call him handsome while you're getting him off.

Kissing/nibbling his chin is also something that makes him squirm.

Hes into open relationships, especially with his fellow minicons. You getting it by Lancelon when he comes over to see you is honestly kinda hot for him. He's also into swapping places in said scenario and have you watch. Take notes, these minis know what each of them like.

[emotionaldepravity]

Hello! Me again with another armada ask! Would you do a HC of Wheeljack getting attached to the detective reader in my previous ask? Probably during the unicron arc when they all have to work together but I could see sporadic interactions being enough too. =w= reader is female btw, I probably should've specified on my last ask. Thank you!!

What if I did a one-shot instead? For reference and clarity, the fic starts during Episode 47: Portent and includes heavy spoilers for the end of the show. Hope you enjoy! :)

      Wheeljack never meant to get attached to anyone ever again. If his relationship with Hot Shot was anything to go by, those who you want to believe in the most always seem to let you down. However, here he was shielding you with his own body to keep those tentacles from striking you. He wanted to say  he needed to hesitate and think just what was he doing helping an “Autobot pet” as Megatron had once called you. Shouldn’t he just let you die so that he could protect himself better? Somewhere deep in his processor, there was coding that began to ache at even the thought of losing you. He knew that there should be no reason for him to feel that way, but as you called his name, he had no choice but to put those thoughts out of his mind. He had to make sure you and the kids made it out of here, and with their respective minicons protecting the two boys and Starscream protecting Alexis, it seemed like escaping was a tangible outcome. Wheeljack was getting a bit tired of close calls with you, and this one scared him the most. As he scooped you up into his servos to run from the purple acid that grew closer and closer, he couldn’t help but wonder if getting to be close like this even for a second was better than you being safe and away from him. 

     Before, there were only small things to worry about like Galvatron squishing you or the Autobots keeping you from him. It wasn’t exactly fair then but certainly much simpler. Being without you was hard, but him rejecting the faction, or rather the mech, that saved his life wouldn’t exactly be a choice for him to make either. There was no time for playing both sides back on Earth and so he was left pining for even just a moment longer with you. He could have begged for Galvatron to let him keep you as a pet, but that would only mean you’d be used against him if he ever failed to complete a mission. He’d also be ripping you away from your family and friends just to be his captive. Though he could care less about the Autobot’s feelings, he had an idea that you wouldn’t just be happy as technically his prisoner. He wanted to be sure your love for him was a real as his was for you, and he feared nothing real could come of such a dynamic. Even as he met with you in secret, he was still unsure if he could really make you happy. Even for him, stolen moments were hardly enough time.

     Now here he was holding you close, still not totally sure if he could keep you safe, yet sure enough that he couldn’t live with himself if he lost you. You were observing, as you always had, to find a way out. He would have given anything to be alone with you so that it was him behind that intense gaze. Your voice, shouting full of fear, reminded him that there wouldn’t be time for that if they didn’t escape. There just didn’t seem to be an exit to this strangely organic place. He wasn’t sure what to do until the ceiling started to break apart. Fortunately, with some help from Jetfire, everyone was able to escape.

     You were safe. For the moment. Nothing made him happier than to see you safe on the ground, away from the moon that turned out to be Unicron himself. He wanted to stay. He wanted to take you with him. He wanted-

“This is the end of the line for me, Hot Shot.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying I enjoyed fighting with you, but I’m moving on. We will meet again on the battlefield. Later.”

     He had already turned his back so he couldn’t see your expression as he walked away, but he had one last thing to say before he left.

“And [Y/N]? Stay safe out there.”

     Wheeljack turned off his audio receptors not wanting to hear your response. There were no more words to be had. Not until this war was over. 

                             **********************************************

    Victory at last. Though the losses were great, Unicron had fallen, and everyone was left to try and pick up the pieces of their planet and lives. Wheeljack wanted to feel upset at hearing that Galvatron was dead, but deep in his spark, he felt elated. As soon as he found you he would steal you away with him back to Earth, and hopefully, be together at last. 

[jimclassicstoycollection]

Transformers: War For Cybertron: Siege

Titan class

Omega Supreme

Omega Supreme was the last of my massive spending spree in September of 2019. Between the Siege Skywarp, Legends Jetfire, and the Rain Makers I got Omega Supreme around that very same week. This was an expensive two weeks for me.

Omega arrived in the mail about a good week before my dad died. Working on the past few reviews have kind brought some of it back for me; putting my head back in that timeline and all that, so that’s one reason why it’s taken me so long to get this one out.

I should also mention that this review will be very picture intensive; I probably will have more pictures than I will have things to say about the toy.

The Box:

For those of you who frequently check out this blog you’d know that I don’t normally gush about the box; I have a tendency to just focus on the toy itself.

That being said; OMG I love the box art!!!!

This box art demonstrates the power, grand, and sheer enormous size of this Guardian Robot.

Ever since I was a kid I loved the tech spec character art which was on the transformers toys, and the Siege line has done an excellent job with the the box art. It’s a shame these guys don’t come with any tech specs, or collector’s card much like Combiner Wars, Titans Return, and Power of the Primes did.

Hasbro, make a collector’s card! You were doing great for three toy lines, you should have kept that up!

Much like my Titan class Devastator and Fortress Maximus I’m keeping the box for Omega Supreme (I have titan classes Trypticon and Predakng, but I’ve never even opened them up yet…I will…one day).

Countdown-

Countdown is a Micromaster going all the way to G1. I never had the original toy, but I think he had a rocket base of his own and it turned into a gun platform, or something. I like this guy being partnered with Omega Supreme now is pretty appropriate in my opinion.

Vehicle Mode:

Countdown’s vehicle mode is a moon rover. This is a mostly unpainted toy, and his primary colors are red and light tan plastic.

It’s got some good sculpted details, and has a cool radar dish. If you look hard enough you can see two, teeny, tiny seats; however considering Countdown’s a Micomaster they would be smaller than any human could sit in, but it’s all a nice touch.

It rolls well on four black wheels.

There is a 5mm peg underneith the rover which folds down, and can peg onto any 5mm port, similar to an old Transformers Armada Minicon, but in reverse; the Minicon wold have the 5mm and the larger robot would have the 5mm peg.

Transformation:

Transformation is…well it’s a MicroMaster this isn’t rocket science…or in this case…rover science…but it’s easy.

Robot Mode:

For what he is the robot mode is pretty cool.

He stands well, like any decent toy should, and I love how the radar dish tucks nicely into his back.

For such a tiny guy we see much of the same sculpted detail, however we also see more of the light tan which is his body, and that face sculpt is amazing! 

This is a small toy, but that face has some good detail, a nice silver paint, and bright blue eyes, and i swear his mouth has a cocky smirk.

I don’t know the character enough to know if this is appropriate of him, but i do like it.

Well done, Hasbro. Now keep it up. 

Articulation is…limited; it is a Micromaster after all.

Ball-jointed shoulders and hips, and a bend at the knee.

Let’s move on to why you’re all here.

Omega Supreme-

Since Omega Supreme splits into three separate things I’ll be talking about each one separately, starting with the rocket mode.

Rocket Mode:

Starting with the rocket we see here…a rocket. Well, it’s gray, long and cylindrical, and an excellent symbol for robo-male virility, maybe…

I’m joking, but this rocket is pretty big, bigger than I think maybe it should be.

The rocket is most made out of unpainted gray plastic, with some red plastic for parts of the bulkhead, silver paint at the very top. The only paint aps that I can see are some burn marks near some of the 5mm ports. You don’t even get an Autobot badge on the rocket, that’s a little disappointing…

Down by the primary thruster are clear orange plastic bits for the…rocket…claw…

Well, Omega Supreme’s a rocket, but he’s not an Earth rocket; the claw parts could be anything….Landing struts! They’re landing struts!!!!

The rocket stands well on the orange struts, and each strut has 3 points of articulation for height differences, or balance, or whatever, really.

What the rocket lacks in paint deco it makes up for in sculpted detail. I’m going to be saying this a lot through the review, but you see so much panel detailing, pipes, gribbly…(I don’t know what a gribbly is, but it’s fun to say), on this toy you will rarely see a smooth surface.

The rocket has nine 11mm ports for guns or blast effects.

I’m not going to lie, this rocket was a real pain to display on a flight stand. Due to the fact that it’s a narrow plastic tube I really didn’t have anything which could properly support it for very long, so I did my best, and I do not recommend using this set up for the rocket mode.

Aside from the 5mm ports are on the rocket I didn’t see anything that would even come close to a display port, unless someone makes stand with 5mm ports in mind, I don’t know of any.

Speaking of 5 mm ports, four out of the eleven by the landing struts and the main thruster, the nose cone of the rocket, and six around the rocket itself. And as any 5mm port they can be used for either the blast effects or weapons if you’re so inclined.

Tank Mode:

The tank is a really beefy, chonky boi! (Am I memeing correctly?)

The tank alone is as large as a modern day leader class figure. Big…but light weight…It’s a mostly hollow vehicle mode.

The paint deco is minimal, a lot of the devil is in the sculpting, and what a sculpt this bruiser is!

This tank is covered in great sculpting detail; you see all sorts of gribblys and other things. The tank is mostly unpainted gray plastic. The red at the hatch is painted while the tank barrel is red plastic. The tank treads are painted, and the secondary and tertiary guns are painted in a gun metal gray. There’s some yellow paint up at the main gun turret, and lastly there’s a lovely tampograph Autobot symbol on the clear orange window near the front.

The only 5mm ports on the tank are the three forward facing guns, but they look fantastic with the blast effects!

Unfortunately the tank turret doesn’t swivel at all, because of the robot head directly behind it that main gun is pretty much just going to…FACE forward….that was a lousy pun, I apologize…

The tank treads don’t actually work, however turning the tank over we see these barbell-like uni-wheels (I’m not exactly sure what to call them obviously), but these are bit shorter than the base track, and they roll well enough for what they are.

If you open up the front of the tank (which can be a bit annoying) reveals a space for Countdown to park in a specific groove. Now there is also a ramp which Countdown can roll down.

My one issue with the opening hatch is that the plastic is a bit thinner, and it tabs into place; un-tabbing the hatch frightens me sometimes because I’m worried that I’m going to break it. So, just be careful when opening it up. 

Base Mode:

I’ll be very honest here, the base itself is probably the least interesting thing about Omega Supreme, however essential with the overall figure.

Without the rocket or the tank nearby the base is quite the empty structure. It’s basically a large track held up on some (possibly flimsy) scaffolding with a hollow tower in the center.

Yes, you still see all the nice gribblys and the details all about the base mode, but it’s still quite an uninteresting environment.

Both tracks are tabbed into the main base/command tower by these new Siege clips, and are supported by these thin, gray plastic scaffolding. I am concerned about breakage. They do feel solid enough, however I can’t shake the feeling that they’re going to break one day at the hinges.

Maybe I’m just reminded of breaking my toys as a child when I was too rough with them, but I cannot get the concern out of my mind.

There is a tiny ramp located behind the inner walls for the base mode meant for the MicroMasters to drive up. It’s a pretty steep ramp, and it has these new connectors which is meant to attach the Earthrise MicroMaster bases…I mean the upcoming ones, of course…

The tank (at least the original G1 toy) is supposed to ride along on the bases track on an endless loop, but for Siege Omega the tank is much wider than the track, so the treads are just hanging over them. I mean, you still could do it but personally I don’t think it looks very good, so maybe the track should be reserved for the Autobots to drive around on, or defend the perimeter while the larger tank has free range to go wherever. 

Once we get the rocket and tank in place and place some Legends class figures around it, Omega Supreme’s base mode is a more impressive sight.

Mind you, he’s not a fortress like…well, Fortress Maximus, he’s a rocket base.

At the top part of the rocket are two opening hatches which allow a Micromaster (or even a Legends Class figure) inside to pilot. It’s all unpainted, sculpted detail, but you see a little computer screen, and dials and stuff. Some paint applications would have been nice through.

Transformation:

Where the original G1 Omega Supreme is a parts-former, which requires a great deal of assembly to build the complete figure, Siege Omega has a simpler conversion process, and once you transform the rocket into both of the arms, the tank into the chest and head, the base to the legs and torso, and the finally the tracks fold up to the wings. 

Once that’s all done its quick to assemble.

Blast Effects:

Omega Supreme comes with 7 blast effects. Maybe you’ve noticed this, and maybe you haven’t but for the past several toy reviews I’ve been using Omega’s blast effects for my Seekers and Rain Makers, Galaxy Optimus prime, I’ve been heavily using this. 

That’s because I really love these blast effects and I couldn’t wait for me to eventually get around to my Omega review to put them to to good use.

One thing I would like to see Hasbro or Takara to sell blast effects separately to for more figures to use. 

Robot Mode:

This Guardian Robot is stomping onto the scene! This is quite a bulky and solid toy.

Much like the rocket, or the tank, or the base mode the completed robot mode doesn’t have a lot of painted detail; it’s all in the sculpting and the unpainted, colored plastics. Which I’m not complaining; Omega Supreme is not a character you really need to over think.

He’s covered in details and gribblys he has a total of 19 5mm ports! That is a lot, but then again Omega is so big, and many of the weapons are so small, it probably wouldn’t look all that impressive anyway. 

Sort of opposite of 2003′s Transformers Armada line Countdown has a 5mm peg of his own, and can be inserted into any 5mm port. I like to keep him on Omega’s shoulder.

For such a large figure Omega is really easy to pose, and has a good range of motion. He balances well, and strangely enough he doesn’t feel too heavy either.

Even with his size you can get Omega in some pretty decent poses.

His range of motion includes:

Up/down hinge at the head, left/right swivel at the neck

Swivel at the shoulder, up/down at the armpit

Bend at the elbow, and swivel at the elbow (no further articulation at the gun arm).

For the right arm we get a swivel at the base of the claw hand, each claw has three ratcheted hinges.

Waist swivel, and universal joints at the hips.

Thigh swivel, and a bend at the knee.

Finally Omega Supreme has an ankle pivot.

Over all for a toy of this size the articulation isn’t more or less than your average Siege figure, it’s just done to a larger scale, 

Omega’s claw hand is great! As mentioned above it has some great articulation, however I am a little concerned about translucent plastic of the claws. My understanding is that translucent plastic tends to be more brittle than opaque plastic, and is more prone to crack over time. We shall see.

I’m really digging Omega’s head sculpt. This is very accurate to the G1 cartoon series. Omega Supreme is basically wearing a space helmet with a clear yellow canopy, and a gun turret pony tail.

And the sculpted chest detail behind the clear yellow plating is so cool!

The yellow shoulder pecks can open up to reveal a series of missile pods. None of these are spring loaded missiles, they’re just part of the sculpt with red paint.

Another interesting thing about Omega is that his shin guards open up to reveal….well nothing too interesting, but it’s a little closet to carry a Micromaster around. But the sculpting on the inside of the door is pretty nice.

Final Thoughts:

When all is said and done I love Omega Supreme. He’s always been one of my favorite Transformers.

I would like a see just a little more paint detail, not a lot mind you, just a little more. I would have liked to see the computer consoles in the rocket painted, or maybe some pipes and wires, this figure was over $169.99 after all.

The hatch on the tank feels like a thinner plastic than the rest of the toy, and I’d be careful with the track scaffolding.

If you can keep all of that in mind, this titan class toy is titanic fun!

Recommended.

As much as I like the Combiner Wars Devastator figure there is a noticeable difference in quality between them. 

Devastator is functional, but when compared to Omega he’s lacking. 

I attempted to recreate the fanart battle by Transformers fan artist Dan Khanna. Don’t think I captured the moment too well, but I tried.

[miniconrightsactivist]

“What in the name of the Thirteen are you wearing?” Her sister’s scandalized voice wasn’t exactly the first thing Lingo had been hoping to hear when she stepped through the bridge into the Michigan wilderness. It was colder here than their base in the Redwoods, darker, with the dense copse of trees blocking out the meager light on the horizon and the moon overhead, leaving her with only a series of blue eyes and the vague outlines of frames via biolights. It was secluded; private, she hoped, and most importantly: away from Juke. Away where he couldn’t come ‘rescue’ her a second time, far enough it would take him days, if not weeks, to reach her by foot.

“Nice to see you too, Fireball...” she mumbled, all too aware of the filters turning her lights red in opposition to the rest of her gestalt. She hadn’t regretted them until now, given the medley of colors among the people of Sanctuary and her acquaintances on the server, and Juke; but being back solely among blue eyed Autobots…

The contrast was stark. And it didn’t… feel good. It was starting to feel like she’d painted a bulls eye on herself the way the tallest set of blue optics narrowed at her.

When Circuit had said he wanted to see her, she had been leery. She’d given him coordinates far away from their base, because where one component went the others were sure to follow. It wasn’t likely that he would just be getting there on his own without them asking questions, after all... 

“Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?” Adjusting to the darkness, Lingo could see her sister planting her hands on her hips, looking her up and down like a chore to be done, estimating how much work would need to be put into it. “Hiding out on Earth, dressing like a Decepticon?”

“Sure is,” she quipped with no small amount of sarcasm. “It’s all I’ve been doing, not at all hunting for answers to what happened to Stratosphere – which was the Decepticons doing, as it turns out, if you’re curious – and not at all hunting for abandoned ships that crashed here – found like seven of them but there weren’t exactly survivors after being immersed in salt water for so many centuries and then the bots blew one of them up – and not at all attempting to do any sort of activism for or bring attention to frame-based bias-”

“So you’ve been sitting around here wasting time, doing nothing.” Fireball advanced a step, casually, but Lingo still stepped back to keep that distance between them. “You’ve just been hiding from responsibility-”

“I’m not hiding from responsibility! I’ve been taking responsibility, taking things that need doing into my own hands because no one else was doing it! You don’t think it’s weird that so many Cybertronian ships just happen to crash here? You don’t think it’s weird that Energon crystals just grow wild here?”

“I think it’s weird that my sister ran off to an off-limits organic planet to hide from her family.” Fireball gestured around herself at the other members of their small clan, the four others who sat or stood uneasy and silent while their biggest and their smallest members argued. “You left us high and dry with no explanation, no note, no nothing.”

“A note?” Lingo echoed in disbelief. “A note so you could call the Enforcers on me and have all the ship bays shut down while looking for an errant minicon, who would then be processed into the system, and without a host to return me to would be put in jail indefinitely for trespassing because I certainly couldn’t afford bail on my dispatcher salary-”

“That wouldn’t have happened, don’t be ridiculous.”

“But it does happen, Fireball!” Her hands went into the air and Lingo made a frustrated little circuit in the grass. “It happens all the time! I had plenty of time to look through the arrest records of the minicons in the jails while I was working dispatch and you know what most of them were there for? Fuck all.”

“Wh-” Fireball squinted, taken aback, and tilted her head. “What does fuck all mean?”

“It means nothing. It’s a human, specifically American and maybe also British and Australian, slang term meaning absolutely nothing. They were in prison for things like petty theft, loitering, looking suspicious, trespassing, minor things that didn’t need to have such ridiculously priced bails, all for being a minicon in the wrong place.”

“So you felt pity for a bunch of petty thieves and you decided to throw away your whole life,” Fireball’s arms flung wide to indicate the vague, all-encompassing life, “to run around on an organic planet dressed as one of those petty thieves.”

“Plenty of Autobots wear purple.”

“With red optics?”

“We’re getting off track here.” Fingers pressed between Lingo’s optics, trying to hold back the rising need to scream. She had to be patient. “I left to find answers and I found some of the answers I needed. Answers I never would have gotten if I’d stayed home.”

“Cool.” There was a beat before Fireball strode forward to grab Lingo by the arm. “Then we’re going home.”

“We are not.” She tried to keep her tone even, patient, as she dug her heels into the dirt and pried fingers off her bicep. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re being ridiculous. You left behind a good job in a good city-”

“I was working for the Decepticons posing as Autobots, putting people in jail for no reason!” Lingo winced at the way her voice crept up in register, the incredulity that came through. She cleared her vents. “Did you forget that the Autobot Council was filled with Decepticons posing as Autobots to get elected, brainwashing the masses via subliminal messaging?”

That did seem to give Fireball the briefest moment of pause but she ultimately shrugged it off. “And they’re gone now. They’ve been overthrown. And now you’re coming home.”

“But I’m not!” Lingo dodged the second grab for her, swatting away the hand in her personal space. “I still have things I’m doing here!”

“You’re not doing anything here except being a child!”

“You’re the one being a child! You think you can just bully everyone into agreeing with you! You think you can just stomp your foot and everyone will come running at heel!”

Fireball leaned into Lingo’s personal space, but her hands stayed at bay. “Everything I do I do to keep us together! Without Stratosphere you fell apart and went crazy!”

Lingo gritted her dentae, jabbing a finger at her sister’s chest. “I. Am not. Crazy. I was never crazy. I was right that something was wrong with the government and you didn’t believe me, I was right that they were dangerous for us and you didn’t believe me-”

“And that’s over now.” She leaned back away, straightening up to her full height. Fireball softened her face, and maybe Lingo was just too mad to appreciate the effort being put in, but it came across as a kind of faux sympathy for poor, stupid little sister that made her plating bristle up. “That’s over now,” she repeated, quieter, hands reaching out in offering. “Things are different. Home is different.”

Lingo backed away from the reaching hands and Fireball’s expression turned stern again. “What is it you want to hear?” The bigger minicon demanded, moving more quickly towards her as Lingo retreated, though she was constrained by the line of trees as to how far she could go. “You want to hear that you were right? Fine. You were right. Something was weird, and now it’s over. And now, we’re going home.”

With her back against the tree, Lingo clenched her fists and looked down. “You know… I’ve had time to think while I’ve been here. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, and then trying to distract myself, and then thinking, over and over, for the last few years. And you know, I think I’ve come to realize something.”

Lingo sighed, lifting her head and staring up at Fireball. “I think… I don’t like you.”

Fireball seemed unfazed, unimpressed, so Lingo continued. “I might even hate you. The thought of having to come home and live under your thumb again was so fucking unbearable that I couldn’t even bring myself to call any of you. Without Stratosphere there to tell you to knock it off, you just went crazy with power, didn’t you? Nobody to pull you off of us when you got too overbearing, nobody to tell you to knock it off when your screaming wasn’t getting results, nobody to put you in time out when you hit one of us – you were just riding high on that little power trip of yours, weren’t you? Without a host there to keep you in line, you felt real damn big, as big as any of the Standards, throwing your weight around – I’d almost think you were glad Stratosphere was dead-”

Lingo knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left her mouth. She knew that was the wrong thing to say by the way her siblings gasped. And she especially knew that was the wrong thing to say when Fireball’s fist slammed into her and knocked her head back against the tree hard enough to rain down pine needles from the branches above.

Regret might have been more willing to swell in her stomach if it weren’t for the throbbing pain she was trying to cup in her face.

Lingo was distantly aware of Vertigo intervening, of him holding Fireball at bay when she reared back for another strike, but the pain between her optics held most of her focus. She had spent the last six years angry, and frightened. She’d been used as an accessory in a lovers’ quarrel, she’d been ignored and abandoned by those she considered allies, she’d been lied to and justified to in an effort to explain away Megatron’s choices, and more recently she’d been mauled by an alien cat during what was supposed to be a fun night out-

She had spent so long stewing in anger and frustration and terror of being used like a toy and here Fireball was demanding obedience from her like a pet with naught by the fear of violence to keep her in line…

Vertigo was unprepared for the ball of pent up, purple rage that threw herself into her larger sister.

Lingo’s fists were smaller, and Fireball’s armor denser, but nonetheless blue eyes widened in surprise just before said smaller hand slammed into the soft metal of her face in return for her earlier blow. Fireball grabbed her by the halo that surrounded her helm and yanked her to the side, neck protesting the rough treatment and fingers scraping for purchase on her face as she was pulled away with a cry of alarm.

The grip on her halo didn’t relent, slamming Lingo’s face against the ground to hold her prone, fingers squeezing tight enough to strain the lights that encircled it. Fireball’s other hand slammed down into her spinal strut, knocking the wind from her vents. Lingo could hear Vertigo trying to get between them, could hear Circuit pleading for them to stop fighting, but Fireball’s command to Stay Down was loudest, and the thing that so readily refilled her with anger.

She turned her head slightly to get the dirt out of her face, glaring up at Fireball sneering down at her. Red lights came to life, speakers glowing brightly as energy was funneled into them, and she took such pleasure in the alarmed realization on Fireball’s face before the sonic screech hit her and knocked her back enough to free Lingo from her prone position. Scrambling to her pedes, she shook off her brother’s hands trying to restrain her. Vertigo, similarly, unsuccessfully tried to restrain Fireball.

The pair clashed together, shrieking, scratching, biting. Lingo tore and scratched at the bigger bot, speakers shrieking an armor-rattling pitch, but all it really took was one lucky, solid connection of Fireball’s fist against her helm to send her sprawling. Fireball wasted no time grabbing her by the halo again, none too gentle, her other fist slamming down into her helm and headset to make the piercing noise stop.

But even when it stopped, her fist didn’t.

Her knee didn’t let up from the smaller bot’s spine, her grip didn’t loosen, and she paid no heed to the hands trying to defend herself, too hell-bent on putting her back in her proper place until the metal of her halo cracked and broke under her hand. That made her freeze finally, the sparking wires and fresh gush of blue energon that had started to drip down her neck and back. Fireball loosened her grip and stood, staring down at the smaller bot on the ground with her heaving vents and shaking arms prying herself out of the dirt. Her attention turned to her other siblings, the four bystanders that had kept trying to get between them, now looking on in various levels of distress and disbelief. Fireball reached a hand to … she wasn’t sure at that point. Help her up? Soothe her?

It didn’t matter either way. Lingo met her reaching hand with a stick pulled from subspace, and the stick crackled with electricity. Fireball jolted back away in alarm and no small amount of pain from the shock, leaving herself too open for her smaller sister’s rush in to jab her shock batons into her abdomen and leg. Fireball staggered back, dizzied by the shock, Vertigo’s arms finding and restraining her while Lingo heaved for cooling air through dented vents and between gritted dentae. She glared at Fireball silently but for her panting until her labored breath hitched and broke.

“This is what you do!” Lingo shrieked, speakers amplifying her voice despite the way it crackled and strained. “THIS is what you do! You think you can just hit me and make me respect you?! You think you can just beat me down until I behave?! Statosphere was always there to stop you before – you have no self control and you’re not interested in gaining any! You’re just- you’re just a bitch! And I hate you!” Her vents hiccuped, tears making little streams through the mud and energon smeared on her scuffed face, one cheek buckled inward beneath her optic.

Fireball surveyed the damage she’d done to the smaller bot, compared with the damage she’d received. Lingo was no fighter, her specialized frame small and delicate for communications, and the electricity had been the worst she’d managed… Fireball wouldn’t have much lasting damage from this fight, but it would take weeks for Lingo to recover. Physically, at least…Minicons were made of stern stuff, but Fireball was built to crash through walls and burning buildings. Lingo was made to learn languages and play music…  Fireball was made for lifting boulders to clear cave ins, Lingo was made to hear the voices of the buried victims to send them in the right direction... and she’d broken her. Possibly more than just physically... 

“I-” she started to … explain? Apologize? Fireball wasn’t sure where she was going, but Lingo cut her off with another enraged shriek. Just wordless, feral screaming for the sake of silencing her. So she grew quiet, letting Vertigo hold her at bay, letting Lingo catch her breath and wipe her face.

“Don’t ever come here again,” Lingo demanded, voice broken by whimpers. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“Lingo, we need you for Aegis-”

“Aegis is DEAD!” Five heads cringed at the volume of her shriek. “Aegis was supposed to be a shield for Stratosphere and they FAILED and now they’re BOTH DEAD! I will never, EVER, make Aegis with you again!” Her speakers died and Lingo’s screaming broke with a sob. “I won’t! You don’t deserve them! I’m not your component to command!”

Lingo flinched away from hands easing in to touch her injuries, whirling about and slapping away the offender harder than necessarily intended – Circuit looked shocked by the strike from his own twin, holding his cheek in confusion and alarm. The fact that they had onlookers seemed to finally register to Lingo for the first time, glancing around at her other siblings around them with wild, darting optics as she stepped back in retreat.

Circuit’s hands reached for her, pleading, “Wait-”

“I’m sorry.” Another step back, arms held close to her chest. Her original green nanites showed through the scrapes and gouges in her paint from their fight, and one of her optic filters had been knocked loose.

“Let me help you,” Circuit spoke softly, trying to close the distance between himself and his distressed twin. Her field roiled with emotions and flinched away from his own, tucking itself close to her chassis.

She turned and ran.

“Let me help you!” He would have given chase if Vertigo hadn’t grabbed him, unwilling to lose both of them in the thick trees. Circuit’s voice rose, desperate to be heard, pleading to their smallest member already vanished into the darkness, back to the borrowed bridge she’d come to meet them with. “Lingo! Please! Let me help!”

[levelrazearts]

New reveals

So, NYCC just happened a few days back, or a week, not to sure, but we got some new figure reveals for both Cyberverse and the sequel to the Seige line, Earthrise, all of which I think look really good honestly.

Cyberverse

No clear scale type

Bumblebee. Finally a really good looking version of this character that I am honestly probably going to pick up. He looks so good and so we'll articulated, and even transformes in an accurate way. What's more to say about this guy? He looks fantastic and I can't wait to get him. Yes.

Optimus Prime, similar with Bee, he looks really good, just not as good as Bee in my opinion. I am glad they're going in this new direction though, hope to see more characters later on. Pass.

Megatron, about the same as Prime but better imo. Love that tank mode. Maybe.

Shockwave, he has knees. Maybe.

Build-a-figure Maccadam, uh, huh. On the one hand, I'm glad we're getting a figure for him, I just want him to transform is all. But this guy looks really good, and articulation looks really good. He's supposed to work like the Marvel and DC BaF's where the pieces are all with separate figures so gotta buy them all to complete him. Maybe.

Earthrise

Battlemasters

Soundbarrier, he's a shield, a rather lame shield to be honest. Pass.

Micromaster

Daddy-O, uh, flames. Pass.

Trip-Up, uh, green on white. Pass.

Bombshock, green tank. Reminds me of a Minicons from Armada. Pass.

Growl, orange attack Jeep. Pass.

Deluxe

Hoist, he looks exactly like his G1 toy and I'm not sure I like that. Glad to see he's getting a new toy though. Pass.

Cliffjumper, wow he looks good, comes with nice accessories too. Maybe.

Wheeljack, looks good, not sure if I'd replace my Generations WJ with this. Maybe.

Ironworks, he's so weird I love him. A base transformer is usually Titan sized so having this be specifically for the Micromasters is nice. And he's configurable, so that's just as nice. Yes.

Voyager

Starscream, and we've gone back to the Generations figure just slightly bigger probably. He looks good though. Pass.

Grapple, wow he looks good. Surprised we're even getting him, but glad nonetheless. Maybe.

Leader

Optimus Prime, finally, a good looking G1 Prime with trailer to boot that isn't a MP. He looks good, comes with a small Matrix, and just looks fun to play with. He might be enough to replace my MP-10 even. Yes.

(Edit) Titan

Scorponok, or the head unit at least, arms look a bit finicky due to the panels but looks promising so far, given how it's about a large deluxe such as Seige Ironhide is. Wish we could see the rest of the body/base but imagining what this will look like in full just makes me more hyped for him for next year.

[purple-comet-hurricane]

OH BOY NEW OC. this is more of a sona if anything but, this my new girl Heartbreaker! she’s a doctor/mnemosurgeon seeker who’s very goal is defy everything it means to be a seeker. (bio under cut)

Name: Stellarus of Vos Nicknames: Heartbreaker (Common designation), Sizequeen (Mercenary alias), Turbo Rabbit, Bunny, Stella, Starlight

Mental Age: 21 Sexuality: Bisexual, Mech-leaning Height: Slightly shorter than average Seeker size Altmode: Cybertronian Tetrajet / F-35 Lightning II Faction: Decepticon

Occupation: Doctor/Mnemosurgeon, Wartime Mercenary for hire

Creation: Forged

Sparkplace: Vos Hotspot Identity: Vosian Education: Iaconian Academy of Medicine Frame type: Seeker Personality: Cold, stubborn, conniving and even a little bit flirty, Heartbreaker was once a strong-willed rebel who wanted to do nothing more than help those around her who suffered under the Senate and to change Cybertron’s society for a better, brighter future. A one-percenter from Vos, she had empathy stronger than any other like her, but with a spark so tender, life wasn’t the sweetest towards it. With repeated harshness and disappointment, Heartbreaker grew cold, closed off even. Nobody knows much about her before the war, but what people do know is that she’s out for nobody but herself. Her own secret agenda with a long checklist, the Seeker will stop at nothing once she sets her eyes on something. Stubborn as a leader-class bot, she won’t let anything go until it’s dealt with accordingly. However despite her exponential processor power and her calculated approach towards everything, even she is not immune to the folly of cybertronians. A side many seemed to know intimately, Heartbreaker was no stranger to Cybertron’s many pleasures in life. Often flirtatious towards those in a higher position than her own, recruits and even her own victims, nobody is safe from Heartbreaker’s insatiable drive. Either way, Heartbreaker is considered a mysterious enigma who strayed to far from her own light.

Bio: Fliers weren’t anything new to Cybertron, many Cybertronians were fliers. However there was a specific frame of such that have always been an enigma to the planet. Seekers. In their prime they were Cold Constructed soldiers for the Decepticons, fashioned in the image that of their leader Starscream. However Seekers weren’t unheard of prior to the great war. Perhaps rarer, but not unheard of. However unlike Starscream, their frames differed bit by bit, as many forged sparks would take it. Stellarus of Vos was no different.

One of the few hundred or so Seekers to be forged rather than constructed, Stellarus was rather unique. Many other Seekers existed but compared to them the femme was considered gifted. Special. But in the eyes of the Senate, she was nothing but another commodity. Seekers were considered nothing short than novelty, pretty little things whose only job was to act. Many seekers were showmen, flying in troupes to perform for Cybertron’s populace. The Vosian Seeker Academy was basically that, a school made to shape Seekers into the small mold of a perfect citizen and perfect entertainer. Initially Stellarus didn’t have a big problem with her studies. She liked the feel of wind against her wings and nose cone when she practiced her routines but she could care less for the history lessons she had to learn. Seekers were good for two things from what she discovered. Librarians or performers. Nothing else. However quickly did the young Vosian learn that none of the aforementioned professions interested her in any capacity. She wanted something more fulfilling. While she liked flying, she didn’t want that to be her job. However, she didn’t know what she wanted. She was an ace student, of course. Her academics were nothing short of incredible. But it was a bore.

But

She discovered her passion by passing. A small mistake. A bump in the shoulder.

The femme wasn’t as tall as the other Seekers, and even then, Seekers weren’t exactly large to begin with, They were slim, agile. Larger than minicons and cassettes of course, but compared to the average common class, they were shorter. Stellarus? She was shorter by a foot, give or take. So when she bumped into a larger mech down in Iacon on a retreat, he didn’t exactly expect to see a shortstuff seeker in his way.

Stellarus wasn’t timid at all, however. She was fierce, stubborn, feisty even. However when she saw the red cross on the Mech���s shoulder and the datapads he carried, her hostile demeanor changed. What is that? Where are you going? This mech could of brushed her off and left her in the dust, but instead he indulged in her questions. She was a medic in training studying at Iacon’s most prestigious medical school. Her optics widened and in that moment she realized what she wanted to do. She wanted to pursue medicine.

What made Stellarus so special. What made her so unique among the rest. She was empathetic. Heavily empathetic. So empathetic she can actual detect the strength of one’s spark. What was wrong with it. And how to fix it. She wasn’t any Cybertronian, she was a One-Percenter.

Her powerful empathy made her extremely compassionate for others. A young spark who wanted to see everyone on common ground. She knew personally how rough society is towards those lower on the caste. How the Senate will force your function until the day your spark snuffs itself. She wouldn’t have any of it. After that fateful encounter, day after day, Stellarus would sneak out of her dormitory and head to Iaconian libraries. There she’d pile datapads of medical textbooks and read. If she had any chance of becoming altmode exempt and attending the Medical Institute of Iacon, she had to prove that she at least had the spark and passion for it. And after repeated denial from the Senate, she finally earned her exemption and strided towards the medical academy. However getting into MIOI wasn’t easy. At the back of her processor she figured the reason they finally granted her exemptment was because they knew how hard it was to get into the academy and that she would eventually give up and go back to Vos. But they underestimated Stellarus and her extreme stubbornness. Once she sets her optics on something there is no going back. She WILL get into the Medical Institute of Iacon whether it takes a stellar cycle or an ano-cycle. Society wasn’t kind to Stellarus. It worked against her and her goals to help others. With prejudice from her ability to prejudice of her frame. Everything was harder than it should of been. She failed again and again, yet she never gave up. But perhaps she became bitter, cynical of a goal she worked for. Her views went from peaceful to a bit anarchistic. Those higher up on the caste didn’t matter. Many said they’d support the abolishment of the functionist caste and create equality yet she saw them do nothing to help her and the many other miners and industrial workers who slave away for the Senate and higher caste workers to function. Anger boiled up in her as she repeated hit a wall and eventually, all her stress and attempts paid off. After a little over a deca-cycle the board finally gave Stellarus admission to their school. She was nothing short of ecstatic to finally have all those cycles in the library pay off and finally help those around her. All the miners and workers who get injured building Cybertron’s infrastructure and enduring the prejudices set by the government, she can at least be there to help fix their wounds. Just like her time at the Vos Academy, she was a star student. Nothing but high scores and impressive marks. However something changed during her time at the academy. Despite finally making it, students and even professors still had some sort of problem with Stellarus. Whether they realized it or not. It didn’t even matter if she told them how wrong they were being, high caste bots won’t change. However despite the low expectations the school had on her, she excelled farther than any flier before her. She also began to grow defensive as well, her feisty nature manifesting into a locked down reclusive interior and a hotheaded exterior. There were two types of mechs who approached her. Those who had something to say, and those who believed what they say about Seekers. Either way, Stellarus had two ways of dealing with them. Shutting them down the harshest way she knew, or stringing them along and using them for her own gain. Either way, by the time she graduated, she was given the designation ‘Heartbreaker’.

Heartbreaker, as everyone referred to her now, wanted to help those on the lower end of the caste. Could she work at one of the reputable medical centers in Iacon or Praxus? Perhaps. But she chose to hop between clinics in the Dead End. If she wanted to say she worked at a hospital, she supposed she worked at the one in Kaon.

The Kaonian hospitals weren’t terrible but they were… Extremely understaffed and extremely under budgeted. She knew it wasn’t the hospital’s fault, but the Senate. But she knew that she could do little to change it on her own. So for the time being she just tried to help as many lives as she could. However with such an esteemed doctor working in Kaon, it drew the attention of the senate once more.

Many Cybertronians were familiar with the rumors and conspiracies surrounding the secret government-ran facility, The Institute. From word of mouth to shock value news, many speculated on what the Institute did, if it even existed. Many people who were theorized to have wronged the Senate were thought to be sent there, never to return. At least, never the same. One night when working a late shift at the hospital, Heartbreaker was approached by a man claiming to be a representative of one council member. He requested an audience with Heartbreaker. Skeptical at first, Heartbreaker nearly declined. But if this person really did represent a member of the Senate, maybe this is her chance to start doing more to help those in need.

What she expected was the usual ‘why is a Seeker like you working in a hospital.’ But instead, she was greeted with acknowledgement and praise on her achievements. A stark different from the demeaning and ridicule she received when attempting to speak with the senators. Something was wrong. She quietly listened to the mech talk of her attributes and even pull up a datapad with a file of her. Eventually he concluded with his little monologue with a proposition.

How would you like to work for the Senate?

Heartbreaker’s optics widened as she glanced around the small room.

What did he mean work for the Senate.

Oh, the Institute of course.

She’s heard of The Institute. Everyone has. The horrors that went down there. Most of the victims were revolutionaries who fought against the system, who tried to overthrow authority. Low castes who couldn’t catch a break. She couldn’t… She couldn’t do that to them.

However the senator’s brow ridge raised at her lack of an answer. He left her to think on it for a while. Leaving Heartbreaker a number to call if and when she decided she’d do it.

Of course, it was a harsh battle of morality and ethics. On one hand if she works for the senate, perhaps she can pull the strings like a shadow puppetmaster and influence their decisions on eliminating the caste system. But on the other… She’d be sacrificing many freedom fighers in the process.

But, she supposed, that was a sacrifice willing to be made in the eyes of progress.

Her work at the Institute was hard cut for her. Empurata, Shadowplay. Her hands were retrofitted with Mnemosurgery grade spikes. Over time she became desensitized almost to the act. Something that scared her to think about. But she had to look past these heinous operations in order to gain the trust of the Senate. Mnemosurgery is the act of viewing one’s memories and given the opportunity to edit them. She could even rewrite someone’s personality if she really wanted too. If her suggestions couldn’t sway the Senate, then perhaps she can attempt something in a more forceful manner.

In the eyes of Heartbreaker nothing seemed wrong, nothing she did could be at fault. She was fighting to abolish the functionist caste yet, was it really worth all these lives?

When the riots and war broke out, Heartbreaker saw herself aligning with the Decepticons. Megatron’s ideologies and speeches spoke to her on such a personal level. And with her abilities she was almost a needed asset for the Decepticons. However with the progression of war, so does come change within organized factions.

She put down her bandages and picked up weapons. She used her ability to hurt, not heal. She set aside her empathy and sought to eliminate those who stood between her and a perfect, equal, Cybertron.

Young Heartbreaker wouldn’t do this. But young Heartbreaker was naive and didn’t know how cruel the world could be.

Sure she realized how skewed the Decepticon cause became. From protesting a corrupt government to trying to form one, she still had a sense of humanity in herself. While she didn’t leave the Decepticons, she took a more neutral approach to the war. A mercenary. Or an assassin, whichever one a person needed. With an extended arsenal of weaponry and abilities, she was a force to be reckoned with. She was everything needed for a terrifying killer. Sneaky, conniving, and cruel. She didn’t just kill her targets, no. She was a mnemosurgeon after all, she had her due before any energon was spilled.

She was a hollow shell of the hopeful, charismatic and moral Stellarus. To the Decepticons she was Heartbreaker, a cold and calculated doctor who served her own agenda. But to everyone else, she was a mercenary who didn’t hesitate to take what she wanted along with your spark.

[rootofallgreevil]

Moving Day (Story)

Greevil sighed, packing up the last box of things they would be taking to their new base-slash-home, setting it in the small trailer they had gotten from the local junkyard. Agent Fowler had given them the coordinates to the abandoned bunker they’d be living at during their most recent meetup, when the insecticon had informed him of what had happened during and after Skyfall’s rescue. It had caused a little more paperwork for the portly agent, but nothing too drastic from what they could tell.

The messenger icon in the corner of their vision lit up with a notification, they did have to thank Echo again for doing up that bluetooth link for them, though the spot she had messed with on their head still felt strange all this time after... Focusing on the icon without looking at it had been a trick to learn but it was helpful as the overlay for the app filled the corner of their view.

[ From Agent Duck: Ready whenever you are, Greevil. ]

Chuckling, Greevil couldn’t help responding with their usual sense of humor.

[ You: Thanks Dad. Be there in a minute. xoxo  ]

The response came after a few seconds

[ From Agent Duck: I thought I told you to stop that. ]

Smiling and shaking his head, Greevil activated his holoform, wheeling the trailer over to the bridge before heading up to the control deck, inputting the coordinates and throwing the switch. The portal swirled to life as he hopped down, landing by the trailer and lifting the hitch.

On the other side of the portal was Fowler and about a half dozen armed guards. Arching a brow Greevil couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“Honestly guys? We’ve known each other almost a month. Is all the pomp and circumstance necessary?” They asked, setting down the hitch as the portal closed behind them.

“Sorry, Greevil. You know how it is. Protocol and all that.” Fowler apologized, shaking his head. “Most of these folks will be living on base as well. I know you like your privacy but Uncle-”

“Uncle Sam wants to keep an eye on me. Yeah, I know. That’s one of the reasons I’ve been in hiding for fifty years.” Greevil interrupted, an exasperated look crossing their face. “I don’t want trouble. I’ve said that. Look, I even brought rent.” Greevil turned and reached into the trailer, causing one of the guards to twitch, his rifle moving upwards slightly. “Whoa there, John. I’m not armed.” 

“I told you before, you don’t need to pay us.” Fowler signed, rubbing his forehead. “And he’s right Wickowski... Hold on, how’d you know it was him?” The agent arched a brow.

“I can see the chain from his wallet.” Greevil pointed lazily over his shoulder before withdrawing a briefcase, turning back. “Speaking of my babysitters, I noticed Mac isn’t here. Did his wife go into labor while I was gone?” They moved forwards, opening the case and turning it towards their new handler.

“Yeah. Just the other day actually. I’m amazed you can tell the difference between them th- Sweet apple pie how much is that?” Fowler’s eyes bulged as he looked into the case at the rows of neatly stacked bills.

“100k.” The insecticon said, closing the case and handing it over, “All legally obtained. Like I said before, I’m technically an American citizen everywhere but on paper. You think I don’t have a bank account?” They laughed, turning back to grab the hitch to their trailer. “Oh, and remind me to send flowers. Can’t wait to meet the little bean... in disguise of course.”

Agent Fowler was still shocked by the briefcase of money handed to him by the person before him. The fact that this bot had been living on earth for years without anyone knowing was already a shock, but the fact that he had access to money enough to casually hand this over? That was something he’d have to report... 

Wonderful. 

Sighing and letting the case fall to his hip he nodded and turned. “Alright then, bug. Let’s get this tour underway.”

“Aww, you called me bug! You do care!” Greevil laughed, smiling and moving up alongside the agent as the soldiers relaxed slightly, moving alongside the two.

It turned out this had been the bunker that Team Prime had stayed in during their stay on earth, and as such was already set up for cybertronian inhabitants. Full sized ones at least, so others such as Night Glide or echo would have somewhere to rest if they visited, making Greevil’s job a lot easier. And there were still human-sized amenities throughout as well. A TV area (with a screen larger than the one he had been able to purchase during Skyfall’s week long visit before the incident) and a few couches, a fridge and kitchenette, even a few assorted beds, all in the main control room.

“Huh... It’s not a bad place. Plenty of room... even a lounge for movie nights... Though I have the sneaking suspicion that my babysitters won’t be joining in?” They asked, munching on a circuit board they had withdrawn from their bag. Fowler merely shrugged.

“I may as well say it here. My boss wanted to keep an eye on you, keep you under tight lock and key. But I’m putting faith in Skyfall and Team Prime’s judgement. Outside my particular department, on paper these fine folks are here maintaining this base and guarding government property. That’s all... What they do with their time is entirely up to them from this point out.” He was met with shocked expressions from the gathered soldiers. 

“While they are expected to be fully ready in an emergency should the need arise, they’re under no orders to detain or follow you, especially if you’re on assignment from me... We did talk about that after all.” He continued, chuckling and leaning against a wall. “Think of it as a paid vacation, with an alien roommate. Though I will give you as much of a heads up as I can for any inspections I might be forced to agree to, especially in the first few months.”

The minicon blinked, lowering their snack slightly before laughing and nodding. “Yeah, all right. Hey, just let me know if my music’s too loud. Also, avoid the franken-fridge. That’s all energon mixes I’ve been working on. Not exactly palatable.” They offered to the soldiers before flopping down on a couch, receiving nods from the assembled soldiers.

“Well, c’mon, you’re on vacation! It’s party time!” Greevil cheered, pumping a fist in the air. “You too, big guy. If your bosses ask say something about how you were doing ‘peace negotiations’ or ‘gaining the asset’s trust’. Beer and food are on me, I know this great little Pizza joint, real mom-and-pop place. Anyone have any preferences?”

Between Greevil’s insistence, the soldier’s excited cheer, and the idea of free food the agent found he wasn’t exactly in a place to resist, especially with that charitable donation their new tenant had made.

“Have they got Black olives and mushrooms?” He asked, shaking his head and moving to sit on the couch across from his newest charge. This was by far going to be a stranger situation than Team Prime... but at least this time the one he was looking after knew about earth to begin with.

[skyfallofcybertron-blog]

My, my Hey, hey Out of the blue Into the black They give you this But you pay for that Once you're gone You can never come back When you're Out of the blue Into the black

“A,” The mech’s voice was barely above a whisper, but he was still frantic as he tried to lull me out of recharge, “A, wake up. Coin Flip is talking to someone.”

I whimpered; trying to right myself as my brother pressed himself up against the plexiglass. Despite being someone on Demo Mode, B was as lively as ever. His wings twitched, knocking me in the helm. I finally twisted from my seat to see what all the fuss was about.

The store owner, Coin Flip, was speaking to a slim Insecticon femme. I was hard to tell what they where exactly talking about within the small containment unit my brother and I where huddled in, but with the gesturing and the pointing, it was clear that she was shopping for a Minicon.

“Think she’s actually going to buy us?” B asked. I shrugged.

Coin Flip nodded; then came over to the box, scooping me out with a clawed servo. B’s wings flared as he tried to follow me out, but the door snapped shut on him. I was placed on a table for the Insecticon to inspect me better. I stood. Quiet and still. B was scratching at the window.

“...She’s not going to remember him, right?” The femme asked softly, “I can’t afford both.”

“Nah, she’s on Demo Mode. I’ll power her down, so you can take her home. Once you go through the start up, she’s a brand new girl.”

The femme nodded, “Ok. Good.” She turned her attention back towards me, “Let’s get you home, Skyfall...”

[hgfstreamchats]

The Muppet Christmas Carol

thebestdecepticonleader Hi 😃 Me Hello there! thenightetc Hello! thebestdecepticonleader Ah, the Christmascarolman Me Hello, night human! thenightetc "Santa Buddy" Me Singing about how desperately he wants Santa inside him. As one does. thenightetc Ha! thebestdecepticonleader hm thebestdecepticonleader I think someone misunderstood what this song was about when they made this version Me Yes, yes, Christmascarolman. Your "chimney" is oiled and ready to go. We get it. thenightetc Very possibly.

Me And speaking of sexual tension! Me Stop that, youtube. thenightetc Boy oh boy. thebestdecepticonleader um thenightetc Good thing their parents walked in just then thebestdecepticonleader okay then Me "The kids are fragging again."

"Who cares? I smell coffee." Me Named Christmas. thenightetc Lots of blank pages in that book thebestdecepticonleader Why do the humans look like That thebestdecepticonleader The mayor just hands over sacks of money thenightetc Oh, that's just how humans looked back in, uh, 1991 Me It was a dark time. thebestdecepticonleader Wow, if she loses every hand she's really bad at poker thenightetc Right? thebestdecepticonleader You'd think you'd give up after, I don't know, ten hands Me I admire her persistence. thenightetc It's like she specifically likes losing money Me "Goodbye, children, or whatever." thebestdecepticonleader Like she could use the money on other wasteful things Like clothes for herself and stuff like that Me Better shades of lipstick. thebestdecepticonleader better tan she and Donald Trump must get their spray tan from the same bottle Me That's a cruel dig on Mrs. Mavelda. thenightetc Yeah, let's not go TOO far here thebestdecepticonleader It is pretty terrible though thenightetc Surround her with the corpses of her fellows thebestdecepticonleader She's wearing her friend Me Friends AND family! thenightetc That slide would be so splintery, though thebestdecepticonleader yep thenightetc You know, in a way, what with her losing all the money every time, it's like she's paying them to hang out with her thebestdecepticonleader Even I don't sink that low Me You can't pick your friends, but you can bribe them. Santa is everyone's grandpa and uncle. thebestdecepticonleader at the same time? Me Yes. thenightetc You'd think one of them would be saying, "I wish for parents" Which would be kind of awkward for her Me Her massive pillow looks comfortable. thenightetc gah thenightetc These closeups are not doing the animation any favors Me They just highlight her cataracts. Me FireWOOD. thenightetc "because you're not weakened from years of malnutrition" thenightetc This is such a great plan, really Me This won't end with two frozen child corpses. thenightetc ...So did Santa cause that crash? Me Those drivers will be eating their Christmas dinner through a straw, but THE TREE. thenightetc That tree will outlive them all thenightetc Especially Happy. Me Every single year, I forget that happens. thenightetc Well, *I* forgot that Santa is actually real here and shows up at the end, so Me I think our memories are fighting to keep this movie from sticking. thenightetc well, it IS your fault Me She doesn't seem too concerned that Lilly and Potty are missing. thenightetc Best. Christmas. Ever. Me Better get out your most festive Corpse Handling Gloves, everyone. thenightetc The ones with the fur trim. Me Naturally! thenightetc Oh wow, is the whole town here now? Me They've got nothing better to do. Me It's a nice change from small town gossip and opioids. thenightetc It's a christmas miracle! Me Never. Gets. Old. thenightetc Right? thenightetc Santa in a conspicuously different drawing style Wait. If he's real, where the fuck was he all those years before?? Did he somehow not know there were miserable children there? thenightetc "But Ray, I'm not even pregnant" Me "Come to think of it, I never was! Our children just showed up one day!" Me She had to relearn how to walk and talk and swallow. thenightetc Why do they want her around children though Me Not much success. thenightetc You know, I'm not sure I've actually seen this one. Me It's surprisingly faithful. Me Hold on, the sound's a little awkward. Let me see if I can find one where it isn't. thenightetc ...man. Me Much better. thenightetc me: "gosh, this is nice animat--wait, it's a muppet movie, those are models" Me Shhh. thenightetc "wow, it's really photorealistic!" thenightetc Wait Wait, those melon things are alive?! Are they alive and going to be eaten! Me Three and a half minutes in and the implications are already horrifying! thenightetc Pfffff. Me He knows how to make an entrance. thenightetc Yes thenightetc "there go the townfolk, singing a mean song about me again" Me No wonder he's awful to them. I would be too. thenightetc I admit, it's a bop, though Me So is Little Starbot, but we don't sing about him. Isn't it though? thenightetc "Uh nothing, we weren't singing about you again" ..... thenightetc Ha! I mean, it's awful, but thenightetc Yeesh Me Indeed. thenightetc Haha thenightetc he has no eyes! Zephra85 I'm here! Me Zephra human! Hello! thenightetc Hello! Zephra85 Hi everyone!

Ugh I'm not getting any video on my end? thenightetc It's fine over here Zephra85 Yeah I'm trying to figure it out thenightetc Why was he even carolling there, though I mean, the entire town knows what Scrooge is like Me Why is anyone bothering him? thenightetc They've all memorized a song about how terrible he is! Zephra85 BLAH I can't figure out what's wrong, I'm going to try refreshing the page Me That might help. thenightetc Uh thenightetc Oh my god Me They're chipper about this. thenightetc hahahha thenightetc Ah, so they ARE visiting from hell. Me Oh, that line was creepy. thenightetc Yesss. Me This is all gloriously creepy. thenightetc It is! thenightetc Oh my gosh Hahhaha Me Minicon privilege. thenightetc Any better, Zephra? Zephra85 Well, refreshing only got my keyboard stuck in shortcut mode the whole time so I had to restart my computer, and video STILL isn't working on my end. thenightetc Well, ouch. Me That's odd! thenightetc Have you tried a different browser? It wouldn't work for me in Firefox.... Zephra85 I'm in Chrome, but I'll give Firefox a shot thenightetc No, Firefox was the one it WOULDNT' work in I have to use Opera for it Zephra85 Yeah but I think for me it has to do with my bf's adblockers and stuff? thenightetc Ahhh Zephra85 Which are different from chrome vs firefox alright giving it a shot thenightetc Good luck! She is... eerie Me At the end of the night, she takes his eyes. thenightetc Hey hey hey

Zephra85 WHELP that didn't work. Me The Pit? thenightetc Awwwww. Zephra85 Now Rabbit won't even let me connect to the stream just the chat Me It *sounds* like an adblocker issue. Zephra85 Yeah that's what I'm thinking, my bf's adblockers are a mess and I don't know how to deal with them. (google searching is proving fruitless. ) Me If you'd like to follow along on another tab, I can pause and give you a timestamp. Zephra85 Nah it's alright, I technically didn't really have time to be here anyway? There's a bunch of chores and errands I'm trying to take care of but I decided to try popping in for a stream since I haven't been to one in forever. So I think I'm just gonna jet thenightetc Awwww! Well, good luck Me Well, it's always good to see you, muppets or no muppets! Zephra85 Thanks guys, and thanks for the offer Knock Out! Enjoy the movie, everybody! Zephra85 Say to Breakdown and Impact for me, Knock Out! Me Will do! thenightetc GAH Me Seconded! Me They cut out the song! Not on my watch, you don't! thenightetc They're going to sing? Me And how! thenightetc Man. Me Ouch. thenightetc If the food starts singing........ Me It will be worse than the haunted baby doll ghost. Me Gah! thenightetc Did he just... die? Me That's been happening a lot in this movie. Me I mean, it's not as though it said "Here lies Ebeneezer Scrooge -- He was a great big spike choke." thenightetc Shhhh. Dear Unicron, his dancing. thenightetc It's probably hard to dance in a puppet costume Me Oh, his puppet dance is fine. It's Scrooge's I was talking about. thenightetc Ohhhh thenightetc Is it Scrooge Hahhahaha thenightetc Harsh, but fair. Me This wouldn't make me want to socialize with them. thenightetc Well thenightetc Well. Me Ouch again. Me "Please don't hurt me." thenightetc Right? Me Scrooge, you know exactly where this is going. thenightetc You'd think? thenightetc Ouch. "Might be" thenightetc :< Me Spirit's not dignifying that with a response. Me "Tell me I'll never die!" thenightetc Pfffff Me I mean, it's not as though it said "Here lies Ebeneezer Scrooge -- He was a great big spike choke." thenightetc Shhhh. Me It would be funny if they couldn't do it all in one night and he wakes up on the floor of his house a week later. Covered in filth. thenightetc Haha! Me That needed to start cooking four hours ago. thenightetc Well, it might be morning. Me True. thenightetc ...it's coal thenightetc I mean, I know that's what they asked for, and yet Me He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit. thenightetc ...Really, Scrooge Me This isn't the kind of joke that makes anyone feel better, Scrooge. thenightetc Right? Me "It's funny, because I made you think you were about to be starving and unable to feed your dying son!" thenightetc The punchline is relief! Me Either none of these other people have homes and Christmas plans or they heard that Scrooge is high on the opium and feeling generous. thenightetc I can't argue with that. Me Why is there a snappy pop cover of this? thenightetc He could have just said, "Here's a turkey, and I'm giving you a raise" thenightetc Instead of making it a "prank" Me Got to squeeze in that one last little reminder that Scrooge owns his entire life. Me And that's that! thenightetc Still--overall, good movie! Me Glad you enjoyed it! Me Let me just grab our usual high note, and... thenightetc Pfffff thenightetc Ha! Me Humans are fun. thenightetc WELL but hey at least the top of the tree is reachable now thenightetc Hahahaha Me Dear Unicron. thenightetc ...... Me And that's the note we're going out on, for better or worse. thenightetc Well! I mean, vine compilations tend to be both Me You know, they really do. thenightetc Thank you for the stream, as always : ) Me Thank you for coming, as always! thenightetc And goodnight! Me Good night, night human!

[itsmespicaa]

Finally finished my @tformers-secret-santa gift for @lovelylampoon!!

A thousand apologies from me for pushing way past the deadline…but I hope this will somehow compensate for it haha. I tried to give off the sensation that he’s truly happy and content among his minicons with his relaxing and petting Ravage (plus the small heart above him!)–hopefully it comes across as exactly that X)