#holo matter avatars

[sevenheven7011]

The idea of some transformers on both sides becoming very invested in their holomatter avatars is fun

Starscream using his avatar for a infiltration mission at a human club and now he goes clubbing with these group of women regularly they're all in a group chat too he is living a double life on the side and that double life includes telling his squishy human friends to dump their cheapskate conjunx's

Jazz was invested since day one and his holomatter form(s) is inspired by his favorite singers he actually has more than one too he's like one of those gamers who loves character creation more than the actual game itself

Skywarp called starscream's holomatter form cringe and starscream said he's cringe so now he's trying to out due starscream at serving cunt with his holomatter avatar

Soundwave is not invested at all in his holomatter form and because of this his holomatter form looks more crypid than human like a silhouette he doesn't use it much in broad daylight anyways however now there's several online forms that have like pictures of this new crypid and there's fanart of him and mothman

Optimus feels out of the loop cause he kind of made his holomatter form cause like they needed holo matter forms and wasn't thinking about it indept he's personalized it a bit more since some of the other bots even were like op you should totally add this to your holomatter form and he did

[tinydefector]

Hi hi hi can I please request shockwave (any ) using a holoform for the first time and he can’t stop kissing his human partner because he loves it so much..?

Holographic

Shockwave x human Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings; none

Shockwave masterlist

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Human eyes linger on Shockwave as he works in reattaching his holomatter device, their head Is tilted as they watch him as he tinkers with the gadget. "whatcha you doing?" They finally ask. They knew Shockwave worked on multiple projects but they didn't know what this one was. Shockwave's optic narrows slightly as he continues his work, focused on the project at hand. He doesn't immediately respond to the human's question, his attention fully absorbed by the task as he re attached it to his arm.

"I am working on a holo-matter projection," Shockwave finally replies, his voice monotone. "I am testing its capabilities and potential applications, as so far I've only been successful with maintaining it for less then a standard human hour." The human takes a step closer, their curiosity evident in their expression, as they linger watching him with full interest. "Holo-matter, That sounds fascinating. What exactly does it do?"

Shockwave briefly looks up from his work, his optic meeting their gaze. "Holo-matter projection involves the creation of three-dimensional objects using a combination of light and matter manipulation. It has various potential applications, such as creating realistic simulations, enhancing visual displays, or even constructing physical structures."

Their eyes widen with excitement as they take in Shockwave's explanation. The move even closer watching him reinstall it into his arm. "So, it's like creating solid objects out of thin air, Can you show me?" Shockwave pauses, considering the request. With a few swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device. This particular application of holo-matter is a deeply personal and significant aspect of his work, one that he has rarely shared with anyone.

"Accessing holo-matter technology for personal use is restricted," Shockwave responds, "However, in the interest of scientific observation, I can provide a limited demonstration." With a series of swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device, and a shimmering, translucent figure materialises before them. 

Their eyes widen in awe as they take in the holoform, their hands come up to cup his face. The human avatar looked nothing like they had expected, they were expecting a mad scientist yet shockwave looked rather normal. One of His eyes was a warm ember and the other was sticking ice blue. He looked rather handsome yet nothing like the real shockwave.

"Holoform is a specialised application of holo-matter technology. It allows me to project a visually and audibly convincing representation of myself, enabling interactions with the physical world. Most times it is used for blending in on organic planets, the only flaw in the device is time, they are limited in what they withstand"

Their gaze lingers on the holoform, their fascination evident. "So, it's like a holographic avatar that can interact with the environment?" Shockwave nods, his optic brightening slightly. "Indeed, the holoform possesses limited physicality, allowing for basic interactions. However, it primarily serves as a means for me to navigate and interact with the physical world while maintaining my primary form in a secure location."

Shockwave's ‘eyes’ flickers with surprise as their hands cup his holoform's face. The unexpected touch momentarily breaks through his normally composed demeanour, causing a faint ripple of uncertainty within him. He observes their expression, their eyes filled with genuine shock and curiosity.

"Your holoform... it's not what I expected," the human murmurs, their voice tinged with awe. "You look... different. Handsome." He has never given much thought to his appearance, as aesthetics have always been secondary to his scientific pursuits. The observation of his holoform's attractiveness is a concept that is foreign to him.

"I assure you, my holoform's appearance is designed for functionality rather than aesthetics," Shockwave responds, his voice remaining monotone despite the subtle ripple of uncertainty within him. 

They cup his face this time tracing the outline of the eyebrows, lips and just admiring how different it is. The feeling for Shockwave is strange, delightful. "Well if it means anything I happen to rather like your holoform" they giggle pressing a soft peck to his nose. 

"You... find my holoform appealing?" he repeats, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The concept of someone finding his appearance appealing is entirely new to him. The touch leaves a faint imprint on his memory banks, triggering fragmented recollections from a time before, fractured memories flicker.

They continue smiling at him. "Anytime Shockwave, you should use this form more often, it's beautiful" they state, fingers continue to dance across his face. The notion of his holoform being beautiful is a foreign concept to him, but the sincerity in the human's voice leaves a lingering impact.

Before Shockwave can fully process their statement, the human's words are followed by a sudden and unexpected action. Shockwave's holoform leans in and presses a kiss upon their lips. As the kiss lingers, Shockwave's processor races, attempting to process the implications of this unexpected and illogical act of his own. 

After a brief, lingering moment, Shockwave slowly pulls away, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "I... apologise, that was inappropriate," he says, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic hesitance. "I... was testing a hypothesis."

The human's gaze meets his, their expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "A hypothesis?" Shockwave's optic dims slightly as he gathers his thoughts, attempting to articulate his conflicting emotions. "I have been studying the nature of human emotions and their impact on decision-making. I sought to explore the effects of physical intimacy on the human psyche."

"You're more than welcome to kiss me again Shockwave" they laugh, eyes sparkling as they stand in his arms, they were tempted to tease him but decided against it. Shockwave's optic flickers, his processor turning gears as he thinks over their words and the genuine warmth in their laughter. 

With a subtle shift in his holoform's expression, Shockwave allows himself to lean in once again. His lips meet the human's in a soft yet lingering kiss, a moment of connection that speaks volumes of the emotions he struggles to fully comprehend, it was as if he had been hit with a train of emotions, many that to him were illogical.

As they stand in each other's embrace, the boundaries that once separated them begin to dissolve further. The scientific detachment that once defined Shockwave's existence gives way to a burgeoning desire for a deeper connection,he craves to kiss them more. In that moment, as their lips remain locked and their emotions mingle, Shockwave finds himself willingly forgetting the stance of logic.

They kiss him back eagerly, hand cupping his cheek as their lips move against his. Fingers toying with his hair. As their lips move against his, Shockwave finds himself instinctively responding, his holoform's arm encircling the human's waist. His own hand tentatively reaches up to rest against the back of their neck, his fingers gently tangling in their hair.

The touch and taste of the human consumes his senses, leaving Shockwave with a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty. replaced by a growing desire to understand and embrace the complexities of these newfound emotions, to give what he could to them so willingly.

They nearly squeal as he pulls them closer, more giggles leave them as Shockwave continues kissing them. "Shockwave hahahah, having fun are you?" His optics flickers with a mix of surprise and amusement at the human's playful response. The sound of their laughter fills the air, leaving a lingering warmth within him. As they inquire about his enjoyment, a rare hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I... find this experience rather... enjoyable," he admits, his voice carrying a faint trace of amusement. "It is a deviation from my usual scientific pursuits, but I appreciate the connection and the emotions it elicits."

However, his momentary amusement is cut short as the holoform begins to fade away, leaving the human pouting in disappointment. Shockwave's features transition back to their usual stoic expression. "I apologise for the abrupt end," he says, his voice returning to its usual monotone. "The holoform has its limitations, and it cannot be sustained indefinitely."

The human's pout softens, their gaze meeting his with a mix of understanding and lingering affection. " could you lean down so I can give you another kiss?” The ask softly, Shockwave gives in almost instantly, letting them pepper small kisses along his helm. 

As Shockwave stands there he debates finally having the empurata reversed. It had never been something that had a logical reason to be done but now, it was only logical if he intended to have more kisses from them. along with finding a way to lengthen the holoforms time limit since they seemed to enjoy it.

"Shockwave you haven't short circuited on me have you?" They ask while looking up at his optics. A smile lingers on their lips. Shockwave's optic flickers as he processes the human's words, his thoughts momentarily interrupted by their playful inquiry. The smile that lingers on their lips tugs at something deep within him, a mixture of fondness and a newfound desire to explore the uncharted territories of emotion.

"I... apologise for the momentary interruption," he replies, his voice regaining its usual stoic tone. "There are matters that require my attention." As he gazes down at the human, his optic flickers with a mix of determination and a newfound vulnerability. The idea of reversing the empurata, of regaining the physical capacity to experience more intimate moments, becomes increasingly appealing. "However," he continues, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "I am enjoying this experience and would ask that we continue this arrangement.” They give him one last small kiss before finally pulling away. “I'd be more Than happy with that Shockwave” 

[generic-sonic-fan]

A Father's Embrace

Summary:

“Father,” said Sage, “Metal Sonic has voiced to me that he would like a hug as well.”

(Eggman, post Frontiers and with the help of Sage, realizes something about the way he’s been treating Metal Sonic. Inspired by Egg Memo 19)

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The holo-matter generator was now capable of being stable for longer than a few seconds. It wasn’t capable of generating textures, only force, as air molecules were gathered into a rough approximation of a solid. Sage was now able to manipulate basic physical machines, such as levers, buttons, and switches, all of which would help her when interfacing with systems that were too primitive to be networked to. 

And now came the final test. 

Ivo stood in the center of the testing chamber. Sage materialized a few feet away, and a hum filled the room as the holo-matter generator whirled on. She waved a hand over her arms, chest, and legs. 

Ivo smiled. “Come here, my girl.” 

She inched closer, and he held his arms outstretched. She hovered out of reach for a moment, clutching one arm in the other. She then simulated a deep breath- she was getting so good at that! -and flew forward until she met his chest. Instead of phasing through, there was a gentle push of force against his sternum. 

“Hologram stability remains at 98%.” She reported. “Holo-matter generator output is consistent according to my data. Can you confirm this observation?”

“I can.” He whispered. “May I commence the next stage of testing?”

“Yes.”

He brought his arms toward his chest, stopping when he hit the back barrier of her hologram. His pinky dipped into her graphic before she recalibrated the wall of force to push it back to her surface. 

“Stability?” He asked.

“88%, but holding steady. Proceeding with reciprocation.” 

He felt her arms press against his sides. So small they were. Such a delicate hold, as if the slightest gust of wind might shake her off.

“Father, you may be experiencing what my database refers to as ‘cuteness aggression’. Please remain mindful of your exertion of force.”

He dropped his embrace immediately. “Stability?”

“Still within acceptable levels.” Sage looked up. “Please. . . re-engage the test?”

He placed his hands back onto her back. He recognized, now that she’d pointed it out, the urge to hold her tight, to twirl her around, to shield her body with his own to protect her from all harm. . . as illogical as it was. The holo-matter projector could only project a force of around five pounds. So, instead, he began caressing a careful hand up and down her back.

“I will strike this unscientific language from the record when we are finished with this experiment, but I wish to inform you that this is wonderful, father.” Sage said.

“Absolutely wonderful. I concur.” 

“Better than my simulations. Better than I could have ever speculated.”

He leaned forward to place a kiss on her head, but his lips passed through her hologram.

“Apologies, father!” Sage giggled. “Such an action was not detailed in the testing procedure. I have not generated holo-matter for that portion of my avatar.”

“It would seem we require further tests, then! Repetitions of this experiment would be greatly beneficial.” He smiled.

“Indeed!”

Ivo held her until the whir of the holo-matter generator became a roar, and a notification popped up, warning of an overheat. Spite drove him to stay curled around her, but alas, her tangibility vanished. She hovered, for a moment, a silent image in the shell of an embrace, before she phased through his arms. 

“Test complete.” She reported. “The holo-matter generator will require thirty minutes to return to operation.”

“I’ll see what I can do to fix that.” Ivo walked over to the device.

Sage flew in front of him, blocking his path. “Current internal temperatures are high enough to inflict damage to your tissue- you must wait until the device is cool.” 

“Ah, if you insist. How long?”

“Long enough for you to sit down for a meal. What shall I have the kitchen prepare?”

“Clever girl.” He wagged his finger. “If we’ve got the material for an egg salad sandwich, I’d like that.”

“Order sent successfully. Shall I accompany you to the dining room?”

“If you’ll have me, my dear.”

With a flick of her eyes, the door to the test chamber opened. They walked out and into the hall. Correction- he walked, she hovered, her hair and dress modeling appropriate undulations due to the air resistance. She’d worked so hard to detail her own animations. He couldn’t help but smile at that. 

Before they could reach the dining room, Metal Sonic rounded the corner down the hall ahead of them. 

“Hello, brother. Have you completed your task?” Sage went ahead and landed beside him. 

Metal Sonic, of course, didn’t respond with anything visible or audible. The unit wasn’t programmed for that. 

“That’s good. Mark that operation as done, and bring the production line to phase three once the resources arrive.” Sage instructed.

She could easily give this instruction to Metal Sonic over the network. She had remote command over every Badnik currently operating in the empire through the Eggnet, and she used it for such in every instance except for this particular unit in blue. Thankfully, Metal Sonic was the most well-equipped of his creations to constantly transport itself back and forth to her beck and call, but this habit of hers was still inefficient.

A small giggle from her wiped all the annoyance from his thoughts, though. “The experiment went wonderfully. I would like to include you in further repetitions of it if possible.”

“Don’t be silly, Sage.” Ivo said as he arrived beside the two.

“I am not. Calibrating the holo-matter generator against surfaces of different shape and density would generate useful data.”

“In that case, I suppose I’ll review it if you write a draft of the procedure.”

“Thank you.”

He gestured her back to his side and continued walking, yet she did not appear beside him. He paused, looking over his shoulder to find her still standing beside Metal Sonic.

“I’d like to propose a different variant of the experiment. Or perhaps, not an experiment at all, as the action will not serve for the purposes of data collection.”

“What is it?” He turned around.

“Brother has expressed to me that he would like a embrace from you as well.” Sage said. “Given that he already possesses a physical form, it would be a simple request to fulfill.”

Ivo saw his once-greatest creation stiffen as straight as a ramrod at the words.

No, that couldn’t be the case. It just had to be a trick of the light. Or a trick of his own mind. Pure projection, that was all. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sage, reevaluate your previous statements for falsehoods.”

“I am not permitted to lie to you. You know this. My statement is based on evidence. Would you like me to show you the file-?”

She stopped herself. At the same time, Metal Sonic’s left pinky digit curled inwards, and that was no trick of the light at all. Sage covered her mouth. She then lifted from the floor and rejoined Ivo’s side. Metal Sonic began walking back down the hall. Walking quickly. Almost running.

“Apologies. Please disregard the previous conversation.” Sage waved him in the direction of the dining room.

“Metal Sonic, stop.” Ivo commanded.

The badnik froze in its tracks. 

“Please disregard my previous words. They were in error.” Sage said.

“What kind of error?”

“. . . I am now aware that I was not supposed to bring his request to your attention.”

“Is that so?”

“This breach in etiquette was entirely my own. Please do not let this incident reflect poorly on him in your assessment of his functionality.”

Ivo walked around the motionless Badnik until he was directly in its path. It had ceased walking mid-stride, and stared directly ahead.

“Sage, I understand that you seek familial connections. Are Orbot and Cubot not to your satisfaction?” Ivo said.

“They are quite satisfactory. I enjoy an excellent relationship with them. Is there a reason I cannot pursue the same with Metal Sonic?”

“I’m sorry, my dear, but Metal isn’t designed for such a function. Too much of this sort of thing could start affecting his efficiency.”

“You have designed him with a short-term adaptive processor capable of intaking new data with ease. Furthermore, he has witnessed, quote, ��this sort of thing’, in abundance during his extensive encounters with Sonic and Tails.”

“He is a weapon. He shouldn’t be bogged down with more of that sort of data than he needs to be to exploit it.”

“Should I not be ‘bogged down’ with this data, either, then?”

There was no hidden barb in her voice, and no malice in her eyes, yet it still felt as if Ivo had stumbled into a trap. 

“Statistically, my emotional data hinders my processing speed by 7%.” Sage continued. “In order to achieve a higher rate of efficiency, shall I-?”

“NO! Absolutely not. Don’t you ever consider such a decision again!” Ivo pointed.

“Even if not doing so will put your life at stake?”

“Yes!”

“Understood, father.” She nodded. “If that is the case, then what is your command to Metal Sonic in this regard?”

Ivo lowered his hand and turned his gaze to the blue Badnik. It still hadn’t moved. His verbal command held perfect power over it; Metal Sonic was caught in suspension, frozen in time, held to stillness beyond the capabilities of a living organism. There was nothing to be read from its glowing red irises. No thought, no emotion.

Ivo thought he’d patched the “emotion” part out after the Neo Metal incident. That had required a near-total wipe of Metal Sonic’s operating system; rebuilding the AI had taken months, and it had taken even longer for it to relearn the more complex functions that came with experience. Catching any re-emergence of emotion in the early stage meant that it would be possible to simply order Metal Sonic back to the work bench and repeat the process, but. . .

He looked at Sage. Her hand covered her mouth, obscuring the intricate animation of worry painted onto her face. 

“Sage, what do you think should be my command to him?” Ivo asked.

“If I may speak freely?” 

“Of course, my girl. Always.”

“Have you not perfected my loyalty protocols in the current version of my operating system?”

“I don’t doubt your loyalty.” 

“Is there a reason you can not implement similar loyalty protocols in Metal Sonic’s processor?”

“He’s simply not designed for that. You, my dear, are in the network. You accompany me everywhere, as it’s your primary function-”

“And as a result, I generate positive emotional data that strengthens my loyalty protocols instead of conflicting with them. I’m aware.”

“You are not permitted to interrupt me.” Ivo snapped. “What has gotten into you?”

“You gave me permission to interrupt you in regards to the imminent safety of yourself or the Egg Empire, and I’m interrupting on behalf of the Empire now. Root cause analyses show that the most significant causal factor in the Neo Metal incident was a conflict between emotional data and loyalty protocols. To prevent this recurrence, I am recommending that you utilize the same procedure that has seen resounding success with me.”

“It’s too late for that. I’d have to restructure his AI from the ground up to be more receptive to that sort of-”

“Negative. In fact, the last thing brother wants is to be reprogrammed.”

Ivo knelt down. He stared again into Metal Sonic’s irises. The projected ovals on the eyescreen were frozen, of course, but he knew that Metal’s camera mechanisms were independently mobile. It could be looking anywhere if it had the ability to shirk orders. It could simply be playing frozen and helpless on the surface, waiting to strike if provoked. 

Or. . .

“Sage, access Metal Sonic’s emergency shutdown code, and be ready should he attempt to harm me.”

“He will not harm you. I apologize for referencing the Neo Metal incident. I thought it would illuminate the situation. I did not intend to imply that Metal Sonic has gone rogue in any capacity.”

“Of course I knew that. Now quit blathering and be ready.” Ivo snapped, before taking a deep breath. “Metal Sonic, relax.”

Its joints released. It stumbled a miniscule amount before restoring itself to an upright standing position. 

“Is it true that you’ve developed emotional data despite the inhibitors?”

Metal Sonic did not reply. 

“Answer me. There’s no purpose in trying to fool me now.”

“Father, Metal Sonic is incapable of-”

“Which is why I’m asking yes or no questions. Now answer!”

Metal Sonic’s head shifted a few millimeters up and down.  

“And you did not report this malfunction to me?”

Another nod.

“Because you did not want to be reprogrammed?”

Another nod. Ivo pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“You did not want to be reprogrammed because you’ve found a way around your intended programming again.”

Metal Sonic shook its head violently. Ivo flinched, but the Badnik did not make any further approach. 

“Actually, Father,” Sage said quietly. “He does not wish to be reprogrammed because it would hinder his effectiveness to you. He is familiar with the length of the turnaround time after the erasure of his previous incarnation.”

“Show me the communication in which he stated this. You said you had the files.” Ivo pointed to her. 

Her hologram flickered out of existence, and was replaced with a box of text displaying the finer workings of her operating system. She navigated through the folders, leading to a file labeled “Communications With Unit MS-1”. A wall of binary text appeared. In a second, various bits in the binary were underlined with blue.

“Shall I translate the text to english?” Sage asked.

“No, I can read it well enough.” 

The binary words said exactly what she’d promised. He should have known. She would not- and as a matter of fact, could not -lie, yet he’d doubted her. He’d have to apologize later. He waved off the screen, and Sage transmuted herself back to her original form.

He looked back to Metal Sonic. “So you don’t see me as a roadblock in the way of your core directive?”

It shook its head. 

“You don’t object to how you’ve been treated since I last reprogrammed you?”

A hesitation. Ah, there it was. Ivo gave a bitter smile.

“Father, if I may speak freely?” Sage asked.

“Yes, you may.”

“If I received the same treatment that you have given to Metal Sonic. . . I would object to it as well.”

Ivo stared at her.

“For efficiency’s sake. To prevent the aforementioned conflict of emotional data and loyalty protocols, amongst other things.” Sage added quickly. 

Metal Sonic lowered his gaze to Ivo’s shoes. 

“Why,” he swallowed, though this did nothing to ease the tightness in his throat, “are you informing me of this?”

“I do not wish for this current operating system of Metal Sonic to be erased.”

“I would never erase you, my girl, if that is your concern with all this.”

“I do not fear for my own life. I fear for his.”

Life. 

An intelligence made of code and electrons. Brilliant and loyal and perfectly effective. The product of a true genius. Sage was all of this, her design perfected from previous iterations. He’d based the bulk of her data calculation and analysis programs off of the adaptive processing he’d developed for Metal Sonic’s OS. 

. . . perhaps he’d created life a lot earlier than he’d thought. 

Funny. He’d spent months laboring over Neo Metal Sonic’s code, unable to find the source of the catastrophic malfunction that’d overridden his prized creation’s processor. Now the answer couldn’t be more obvious. How could he have missed it?

“Just so everything is clear,” Ivo looked to Metal Sonic. “All you truly want from me. . . is a hug?”

Seconds passed, before it nodded. 

Ivo laughed. He threw his head back and let his laughter spill down the hallway. He clapped a hand against Metal Sonic’s shoulder before standing. 

“Father?” Sage asked.

“Yes?”

“Why are you expressing humor in this moment?”

“Don’t worry about it! Say, the kitchen should be ready with my sandwich, shouldn’t it? It’s about time I sat down and had a nice lunch with my children. Come along now.”

He started walking. He did not hear any footsteps following. Metal Sonic was staring at Sage. Communicating, most likely. 

“Come along, you two. You wouldn’t leave your old man to starve, would you?”

“To clarify, Father- you do not wish for Metal Sonic to delete his emotional data?”

“No, keep it where it is. And Sage, clear my schedule for today. I want to take a look at his processor after this.”

“Rescheduling now.”

Metal Sonic curled its pinky digit. 

“Don’t you worry. It’s not to erase you.” He assured. “I just want to take a look. If I like what I see, I might take those emotional inhibitors out of you.”

Metal Sonic simply stared. 

“That would be wonderful, Father.” Sage replied.

“I’m glad you like that idea. Now follow me, please.”

Sage hovered by his side. Metal Sonic trailed behind, its footsteps echoing in the hall.

Or his footsteps, as the case may be. Ivo would have to ask for a preference.

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(Future chapters posted on AO3)

[transingthoseformers]

megatron with a holo matter avatar that is actually hatsune miku, soundwave doesn't know

It comes up at the absolute worst moment too

[yanderes-galore]

Back on my Transformers grind, lol

I learned recently from the IDW Comics that some characters have holograms that can actually touch things. Like I've heard of it but never really saw it? (Arcee in Prime had something similar but not the same)

BUT LOOK-

I know the Holo-matter Avatars can hold things, too. This is scene when he uses it to catch the Vaccine for Pharma's rust virus.

(Speaking of that doctor, you'll be getting stuff for him very soon)

[aelfheimerandrobots]

Hey so, sorry about the long abscence guys. I swear I haven't abandoned this blog or anything I just haven't been working on any art lately. Or...well... none that I can upload just yet. Because reasons. BUT I did finish this sketch tonight and I wanted to get it up before I enter the busy holidays and start finally getting seen by just...so many doctors. Just all the doctors you guys.

Ugh. Anyway these are the holo-matter avatar versions (or human versions) of my transformer ocs Redstrike, Spyder and Batgotti. Or at least, how they would look in the 1980s. I had a lot of fun working on this. Redstrike's look is inspired by some agender glam rockers from the time period. Spyder could basically fit into any time period after the 1970s since he's bit of a basic mechanic/punk. And Batgotti (despite not being a vampire bat) is definitely sporting a look based off of some vampire tropes from the period (mainly Fright Night and the Lost Boys).

[trillscienceofficer]

I got why federation asylum would be good for the protostar crew as, y'know, runaway child slaves, but it didn't make sense to me that they would also be so drawn to starfleet. Dal made some good points early in the show about the reasons they have to be wary of authority. They really just escaped a prison camp and ran toward the nearest hierarchical structure they could find?

I feel like the show mostly painted starfleet as an enlightened institution and a force for universal good and all that. But the encounters that dal and jankom pog in particular had with starfleet officers revealed some serious prejudices. If you were to write their disillusionment from starfleet, how would you do it?

I totally get your frustration, though personally I found that the kids' goal of getting into Starfleet was more a reflection of their affection and trust for holo!Janeway than anything else. I think they were allowed to have a good amount of misgiving and doubts about their objectives and destination over the course of the first season, too, certainly more than what the characters in the current live-action shows are allowed to (with maybe one exception in Michael Burnham's arc in S3 of Discovery), so all in all I wasn't disappointed with Prodigy's approach.

I liked that they showed Starfleet's less perfectly ‘utopian’ side too, with the episodes like “Asylum” pretty explicitly showing how prejudices (as you mentioned) and incompetence can interact in truly awful and damaging ways. I think the show did a great job also showing the way even Starfleet heroes like Janeway can default to assuming the worst when it comes to unknown quantities like the kids. I found it very believable and less... hollow ‘propaganda’ for the Federation and Starfleet than what either the Picard show or SNW are currently doing, where none of the slogans we hear are reflected in the actual experiences of the characters we're shown.

I think what I would do is simply continuing with this character-centric strategy and extrapolate further from these children's very troubled backgrounds. None of them have had good experiences when it comes to authority, as you correctly pointed out, so what happens when Janeway inevitably gives an order they disagree with? Most importantly, would they be allowed to leave if the disagreements pile up high enough and they decide that a Starfleet ship is not for them after all? At this point my main gripe with Trek is the apparent unwillingness to have its characters choose anything but the one path allowed: a career in Starfleet. I think it would be a good message to have in a cartoon for children, that no matter what your dream was you can find out it's not for you after all, and it's not the end of the world and you will be able to find inspiration and meaning elsewhere (ie outside of Starfleet. It would be especially significant to me if such a storyline included an older, more at peace with herself B'Elanna Torres).

I'm not entirely sure this particular approach to what most people would call ‘failure’ is something that can actually be explored in a children's cartoon from the US—‘work hard till you make it’ is the correct moral position after all, according to mainstream wisdom. But animation has also been exploring complex topics about choices, responsibilities and their weight on individual characters since Avatar: the Last Airbender at least, so I'm confident that the Prodigy production could do great things, if allowed! I don't expect at all an anti-establishment messaging (again, children cartoon situated in a venerable franchise and all that), but... a less monolithic view of the Federation, and the question of choosing to be part of it or not, would be something I'd love to see. The Prodigy protagonists definitely could bring a different, outside perspective to the table.

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It’s PRIDE MONTH GUYS WHOO! Here’s my contribution for day one of @thunder-pride You can also read it over on AO3 if that’s easier :) I nearly got a full bingo, but not quite... which just means I’ll have to write more at some point!

In the meantime have 1.7k of Kayo and Alan.

Something was bothering Alan.

After several days of observation, this was the grand conclusion which Kayo had reached. Ordinarily it would have taken her far less time, but she’d been needed in both hemispheres at the same time for a week straight and so had spent much of her days flitting between rescues, various GDF tasks and aiding Penelope with a lead they’d been tracking for the past five months now. But during her rare hours at home, she’d become aware that Alan was acting sort of… off. More so than usual, anyway, which was saying a lot given he was a weird little nerd on the best of days.

Ordinarily, Kayo would have pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She was exhausted after her non-stop week and had to admit that she’d hit her limits. Her flight hours were so far in the red that John had threatened to remotely disable Shadow’s controls and her vision became concerningly blurry if she stood up too fast. Besides, Alan had four brothers and a grandmother to fret over him – he really didn’t need his sister hanging around too.

And yet. Worry slunk out of hiding and settled in her stomach like a leaden weight. She didn’t register it until she was perched on a kitchen counter, scoffing leftovers without even waiting to heat them in the microwave, watching Alan miss an obvious opener for a joke and then plastering a fake smile on his face when Gordon pointed it out.

“I’m just tired,” he claimed, elbowing Gordon as his brother attempted to tackle him off the couch while Virgil lifted his feet out of their path with a wearied sigh of utmost exasperation.

Kayo eyed them suspiciously. Just tired? Yeah, right. She couldn’t have been less convinced if Alan had announced he’d gained the ability to levitate, which was what made it so surprising when Gordon accepted the excuse without hesitation. To give Virgil credit, he looked a little less satisfied with the answer, but didn’t push the matter. He was probably hoping Alan would choose to confide in him of his own free will at a later time. This wasn’t a bad strategy, but Kayo was too impatient to ignore the issue.

She aggressively stabbed her noodles, earning an alarmed look from Brains who had ventured up to the kitchen for a coffee refill despite the fact it was already half-seven in the evening.

“Wow,” John commented, hovering about the holo-projector like a creep.

Kayo pointed her fork at him. “Got something to say?”

Safe in orbit, John raised a brow. “Just that you should sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” she declared. “Brains agrees, don’t you?”

Brains’ gaze flickered from John’s avatar to Kayo’s fork. “I, um, don’t have an o-opinion?”

“Wise choice,” John quipped, whilst Kayo dropped her fork into the sink with a groan.

Despite her grumbling, she did end up crashing on the couch for a few hours. She awoke to dark skies and a patchwork blanket carefully tucked around her shoulders. Someone had put a pillow under her head to save her from neckache.

Her senses were still a little foggy with sleep, but her mind was sharper, reflexes restored to their cat-like speeds. She sat up, scrubbing at her face with her hands. The conversation pit and kitchen were both empty but there was a lone figure sat by the poolside. She peered at them through the gaps between her fingers, yawned, and hauled herself off the couch, curiosity once again piqued to wrestle with a new surge of worry.

It had been a bracingly hot day – not that she had been at home to appreciate it – and some of that heat was still trapped within the tiles. They were warm underfoot while the air remained sticky with humidity. A chorus of nocturnal insects sang cheerily from the vegetation. She tipped her head back to glimpse the sleeping villa. Virgil’s window was still lit, but the others had been extinguished.

“Hey.”

Alan tilted his head slightly in acknowledgement as she dropped down to sit beside him but didn’t say a word. His feet were dunked in the pool, gaze fixed on the expanse of dark ocean without truly seeing it. It reaffirmed Kayo’s suspicion that something was wrong because it was one of the clearest displays of stars that she’d witnessed in quite some time with a new moon and the Delta Aquariid shower reaching its peak, yet Alan seemed oblivious to it.

A few more minutes dragged by in relative silence. Kayo hooked her legs over the poolside and leaned back against the heels of her hands. There was a thin line of tension keeping Alan’s shoulders taut and dark shadows were smeared beneath his eyes from sleepless nights. The worry racked up a notch, creeping up her throat until she couldn’t bear to let him look like a kicked puppy for even a second longer.

“So,” she began lightly, knocking their shoulders together to draw Alan’s attention. “What’s eating you?”

Alan knocked his heels against the tiles, sending ripples across the pool. “It’s dumb.”

“Try me.”

“It’s, like, really dumb.”

“Great, I could do with a laugh.”

Alan paled. “Oh god, no, please don’t laugh at me. I mean, it’s dumb, but also…”

“It’s bothering you?”

He lifted his feet out of the water to rest his chin on his drawn knees with a groan. “Maybe.”

Kayo wasn’t Alan’s first choice for advice, but she also wasn’t his last. There were certain subjects which just couldn’t be raised with brothers. And Kayo secretly – although she’d never admit it – loved the fact that Alan felt comfortable confiding in her.

“I won’t laugh at you.” She held out a hand. “See? I’ll even pinkie promise you like a child.”

Alan let out a damp laugh. “Thanks.”

He dragged the back of his hand across his eyes with a sniff. Kayo waited, repressing the urge to ask him to spit it out already. He inhaled deeply then blurted in a rush,

“How-do-you-know-if-you-like-someone?”

Kayo was rarely taken aback, but this was one such instance. “Try that again, but slower.”

“How do you…?” Alan curled inwards slightly as if he could condense himself into a singularity if he really put his mind to it. “How do you know if you like someone?” He ducked his head. “As in, um, like-like them?”

Kayo’s relationship experience consisted mostly of occasional hook-ups and embarrassing crushes which she refused to acknowledge.

“Uh,” she said very eloquently. “I suppose… They make you happy. You feel lighter when they’re around. When something happens, they’re the first person you want to tell. You can never spend enough time with them. That sort of stuff.”

“Oh my god,” Alan whimpered, burying his face in his knees. “This is horrible. Forget I ever said anything. Just go away and let me drown myself in the swimming pool.”

Kayo bit back a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I literally want to throw myself into the sun right now.”

“It’s not that embarrassing.”

Alan’s voice pitched into a frequency usually only audible to dogs. “We’re talking about feelings, Kayo. This could not get any worse unless Gordon’s secretly recording.” He lifted his chin to glare at said brother’s balcony. “Wait, he’s not, right?”

Kayo gave his shoulder a light shove. “Relax, it’s just us.” She let the silence settle again before venturing, cautiously, “So, um… them?”

Alan was very quiet for a moment, then softly corrected, “Him.”

“Do I know him?”

“Maybe.”

Kayo let a grin dawn on her face. “He wouldn’t happen to be a certain YouTuber, would he?”

“Possibly.” Alan stole a glance at her. “You’re, uh… You don’t seem surprised?”

“Alan, I love you, so please know that it is with fondness when I tell you that watching you try to impress Brandon Berrenger is quite possibly the most excruciating thing I have ever witnessed. And I wasn’t even there for the initial rescue, so I can only imagine how cringeworthy that must have been.”

“Okay, first off, rude. I wasn’t that bad.”

“You followed him around like a little lost puppy. Oh, Brandon, look at me! Aren’t I so cool? Ooh, I fly a rocket, please fall in love with me immediately.”

“Shut up! Also, I don’t sound like that.”

“Eh.”

“Kayo.”

“Alan.”

Alan returned his gaze to the ocean with a huff. “But um…” He took a deep breath. “I meant… you don’t seem surprised that I, uh, like guys.”

“I had my suspicions.”

Alan blinked owlishly at her. “Wait, really?”

“My job is to be observant,” Kayo pointed out gently, trying not to laugh. “I’d be a pretty terrible Head of Security otherwise, wouldn’t I? And you and Brandon? Not exactly subtle, Allie.”

Alan tilted sideways to drop his head on her shoulder. “Don’t remind me. I’m the worst. I have zero verbal filter around him.”

Kayo patted his back sympathetically. “Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks. That’s so helpful.”

The silence which settled was comfortable this time.

“So… just guys, or…?”

“Both,” Alan confessed, twisting his fingers in the hem of his shirt. “I, uh… Both. Both is good. And I think I’ve known for a while, but I figured… maybe I could ignore it? But then I met Brandon and… Yeah. So. Ta da!” He made jazz hands. “Not sure what label I’m vibing with, but I’m definitely not straight.”

Kayo let out an undignified snort. “I’m very proud of you for figuring yourself out and all that fun stuff, but please never make jazz hands again.”

Alan sniggered. “Why not? It’s fun.” He leaned a little closer against her side and peered up at the stars. “I think maybe I’m bi? I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out. But I don’t really want to tell anyone until I understand myself a bit better, so…”

“I won’t say anything.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that, dumbass.”

Kayo looped an arm around his shoulders. It was rare for her to dish out so much physical affection in one night, but hey. She’d been in his place before and it had sucked. Being a teenager was confusing enough without sexuality crises.

“Hey, Alan? Thanks for telling me.”

He shrugged. “Thanks for being cool about it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, I just got all up in my own head and- Anyway. Thanks.”

Kayo grinned. “So, are you going to ask out Brandon or…?”

“Shut up!”

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

"Stalker's Tango (Love Me, Love Me, Love Me...)" by Autoheart | Female C...

Dani x blades, anyone? This is for my Burns mafia au, and the song fit too well for what I was planning for the get-together fic. Enjoy

It's crazy how little it took to hack Blades mind, make him crazy for her.

Dani started wearing perfume oil, a stronger, heavier but still feminine, lingering scent, even when not applied daily. It wafered off her skin, and soon enough, Kade told her that Blades would look around eagerly if he smelt anything close to the distinctive scent.

With all things Dani adopted, it quickly caught on trend, but never anywhere near copying her, all the stores on the island pulling the oil off shelves out of an abundance of caution, a few moving their displays around so you had to have a salesperson with you in order to purchase it.

The last thing any business owner needed was to be known as the business that sold to a (stupidly suicidal) copycat. Chief Charles Burns spoiled his fiercely independent daughter rotten when he got the opportunity, and that included executions.

And trips with her friends to pick up odds and ends to help with her efforts to finally get that stubborn hunk of metal to admit he found her hot and wanted to marry her and just do the goddamn proposal already. Dad had already bought her a set of sleek engagement, wedding, and milestone rings, and she had picked out a design for a custom dog tag to wear when she's working. Can't risk having blood get stuck in her pretty lab grown diamonds. If she was going to spend that much money, she was going to make sure she got exactly what she wanted.

In the end, it was perfume off all things. Not the dresses or the promise of his culture's version of an engagement ring, but a little perfume oil she spilled on herself when adding it to her bottle?

Like a kid running after an ice cream truck, he was having his holoform slip a ring on her finger by the end of the month. Boom. Some passion for all the little traditions and some open-mindedness towards not insisting that every little touch be soft and delicate. Dani liked that he was sweet and shy but was sick of him freaking out whenever he left a bruise or made her sore. She had long accepted that he liked to cuddle in bed instead of tumble in it.

Oh well, at least he was good in it.

Optimus was pissed, and both Dani and Charlie were living for it.

The fact that he had to officiate the cybertronian portion of their wedding?

Priceless.

The look on his face Charlie saw when Blades ducked back into the prep area, and his holo matter avatar and Dani came out together, and he was in a suit?

Glorious, absolutely glorious.

He had to pull himself together quickly as the human officiate took his place, and the couple spoke their vows and kissed generously, Blades grabbing Dani's veil to hide their faces. Kade, Cody, and Boulder egged them on.

Chase had to remind Optimus that what was appropriate at a wedding has changed dramatically since the eighties.

Optimus wisely decided to leave before they moved into the reception, and people started to visit the bar. And the engex crates. And for Chase and Blades, whose holo matter avatars let them get drunk in both forms, both.

And boy o boy, did everyone get drunk.

A limo service was booked, but there were a few people - and Boulder - who staggered out with the help of his teammates. Bumblebee, Strongarm, Hot Rod, and Smokescreen showed up at some point, and Dani suspected that there might have been three in the honeymoon suite, but honestly, that's Blades the helicopter's fun.

Blades, Dani's husband, was busy worshipping every inch of her, making her melt and drift away from her job of finding hikers and killing rivals.

Blades got up and ran the shower, cleaning himself off. Dani followed him, giving him a peck on the cheek before taking care of herself.

She curled up with him, knowing that he would be adorably clingy for the next couple of days as she made it up to him in attention and time together.

Yelp, he buried his face in her neck, she's not going anywhere.

She drifted off to sleep, Blades powering doen as soon as head hit pillow.

Hey, at least they were both happy.

At least, she was.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Alastor’s Charming Imposter & Amethyst x Longarm/Shockwave (2023)

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Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Steven Univeres goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel  goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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when Amethyst makes herself look like Alastor, she also makes herself sound like him as well.....like it turning out she has learned to mimic other people's voices perfectly, which she couldn't do before.

Mimzy is fanning herself because she really likes the form Amethyst changed into, as well as her mimicking Alastor's voice to make it sound like he is saying "Je t'aime" and "Mi Amor"

and I want to try the whole Amethyst x Longarm/Shockwave in this drawing, and yeah her almost calling Longarm by the name "Shockwave" means she knows his dirty little secret. XD

I know I may have not did a very good job in trying to draw Mimzy's hand fanning herself, but I did try my best....so yeah, it was the best I could do.   maybe before they end up together, Amethyst could call Shockwave a "Nerd", "Himbo" and her favorite "Shocky" and maybe the two would fight with each other, ya know just yell at each other.

it be funny if Amethyst knew Alastor when he was just a little boy, and like if they ever meet again when he is all grown-up, she could just look up at him and say "hey, you got taller. whats up Little Al...?"

like when her was little, she would play games like hide and seek with him, and being like the big sister he never had, even if in fanon he could be given siblings, but in the canon he is a only child.

also even though it only shows Shockwave’s disguise form “Longarm” in this and not his true form, I’m still gonna have “shockwave” in as one of the tags.

and even if one of the words Amethyst says is purposely censored, I’m still having this have the “mature audience only” tags....even if it isn’t super mature, but best to play it safe.

fan headcanon theory, the Allspark created The Gems on Homeworld, before it was send off back into space once again.

and then later the Allspark was found by Optimus Prime’s Team.

the Gems “Avatar Bodies” are possibly like the Holo-Matter Avatar bodies that Cybertronians can form, and make solid light avatars that can appear human and even feel really real.

if Shockwave ever mistaken Amethyst as a organic on their first meeting, she could correct him by informing him that she’s not.

like saying “my body is a conscious manifestation of light, as in it is solid light and a avatar of my gem, you nerd....”

maybe those two falling in love and becoming a couple, could be a bit more interesting than the other two I had ship those two with....

like Shockwave x Pearl and even Perceptor x Amethyst.

also Bumblebee is using some kind of round device to call “Longarm”

and I guess it could be a mix of Earth, Gem and Cybertronian Technology.

so like a hybrid of Earth/Gem/Cybertronian Technology.

wonder how Vox would react if he saw Amethyst in Alastor’s form....?

it would probably freak him out and he could possibly think that Alastor somehow found a way to clone himself. XD                

[soundcrusher]

You admire me?

Usually I know what to write here, but for some reason, I can't find the right words.

Oh well, might as well keep this short and simple:

It's a small story featuring @tachyon-omlette's TFA Eda and my TFA Flinch. The setting is during Season Two, when things get rather rough for the main cast and our poor boy Flinch here.

At least he has a good friend who's there for him.

First story about Eda and Flinch I post, despite having othere ones too. But I still have to work on the Armada stories before I post them.

Flinch could still remember the first time he woke up on earth. It was right after the pod his parents put him in crash landed near a military site. Luckily, he got out before anyone human could find him and quickly scanned a nearby Black Bird jet before passing out again.

The next time he woke up, Flinch found himself in the hangar of a museum. Surrounded by other plains that weren’t like him. At least, he was sure they weren’t like him because every time he tried to reach out, there was no answer. And so, the young Cybertronian simply stayed put. Watching the humans walk around the museum, observing how they would interact with each other, and he wanted that too. It was lonely being nothing more than a museum piece. He had no friends, no-one he knows, and his parents were far away.

Flinch was alone, and so, he created a holo-form. Using the references he took of the visiting humans and those he found in the thing called ‘Internet’.

And it worked. He was able to create a real looking human avatar, and at first, he used it only at night when no-one was around. It felt weird, yes, but with more practice, it became like a second body. A body that allowed him to interact with humans during the daytime. He could talk with the personal of the museum, he could talk with the visitors, and he even found a friend in the cafeteria lady who was the first human Flinch ever told who he really was. And instead of alerting the security or even the military, she took him in and showed him what it meant to be human.

Misses Goodwill was a nice woman. Flinch was still unsure how she pulled it off, but after finding out about him and his story, he suddenly had a job at the museum. More specifically, as one of the tour guides walking around the place. She even helped him with figuring out how to do certain things like opening a bank account or doing his taxes. The best thing she helped him with though was getting a citizenship. Although, Flinch isn’t really sure how he should feel about that, because the way she did it was kind of dubious, but who was he to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

Thinking of Misses Goodwill caused Flinch to let out a sad sigh as he watched Mister Powell’s scientist scurry around his frame from his look out. He didn’t like how he had to stay in this stingy warehouse like a caged animal, but what else could he do? Mister Powell, after kicking out poor Sari, took over Mister Sumdac’s company. And that meant that he also had the contract between Mister Sumdac and his museum. Although, Flinch could care less about the contract. It was written when the museum’s boss didn’t know about him being a Cybertronian, so, he could have walked out at any time.

He could have, but Flinch didn’t. Mister Powell, after Flinch voiced his lack of care of the contract, threatened to contact the needed authorities about Sari’s predicament and the Cybertronian knew what that meant.

Of course, it could have been all a bluff. Mister Powell wouldn’t try anything like that, not when Mister Sumdac could still return and Sari had friends among the Autobots, but still. Flinch cared too much for the little girl to put her through even more trouble. So, he simply took whatever Mister Powell, Mister Masterson, and the traitor he called his co-worker put him through. No matter how painful it was or how tired it made him. Feeling like an experiment was better than putting one of his only friends through even more pain. Even if it felt like he was slowly taken apart from the inside out or like his mind was being ripped in two and burned. Knowing Sari was safe from whatever Powell could do made it worth it.

His suffering was worth it, right?

“Eda would probably say ‘No’.” Muttered Flinch quietly as he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to fight the shudder running through not only this avatar, but also his real body staying underneath the roof he was resting on. “They’re only getting bolder… I wonder if they know that they’re tearing open a Cybertronian and not just examining a strange jet.”

“I do not doubt that they know.” Said someone Flinch only knew all too well. And as the young ‘man’ turned his head to face his friend, he couldn’t help the sad chuckle coming from him. “I think you’re right Eda. Powell probably told them who they’re taking apart… or they managed to figure it out themselves. There’s only one light green Black Bird in Detroit.” Said Flinch, before scooting over to give Eda some space to sit down. “How are you doing Eda? I… haven’t seen you since that ‘debacle’ with my war-frame-protocol-thing last week.”

Eda nodded as he sat down on the blanket Flinch had placed down on the roof. There was no need for it, not when these forms of theirs were only avatars, but still. It felt nicer sitting on a blanket than the hard roof. “I am doing well Flinch, how about you?” Asked Eda, eyes fixated on the squirming ‘young man’ next to him.

“I… Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

“I don’t feel well Eda. Scratch that, I feel like shit.” Flinch clenched his teeth as another shudder ran through his body. “I’m not allowed to leave the warehouse; I’m not allowed to even transform into root-mode since they messed up and caused my war-frame-program to activate. I’m constantly poked, prodded and… and…” There was a pause, before Flinch continued. His voice nothing more than a whisper as he looked over at Eda. Eyes wide in fear and body shaking as if the words alone would doom him to a fate worse than death. “They’re going to put me into stasis, Eda, or something like it. They’re… they’re going to ‘shut down’ my mind. They’re basically going to put me into a coma, while they have full control of my body. They’re… They’re…”

“Eda… what if they use me to do bad things? What if they break something? What if… what if Mister Sumdac comes back and… and he wakes me up and I’m not me anymore?” With each word, Flinch grew more frantic. Looking around the roof as if fearing that someone would come up any moment and drag him back into the warehouse or force him to make his holo-form disappear.

Flinch didn’t want to be forced back. They already took his movement, locked him into his alt-mode and forbit him from using his holo-form to walk around the city. Flinch couldn’t even visit Sari to see how she was doing; he didn’t want to lose the freedom this roof provided. Nor did he want to leave Eda.

No, Eda was the only thing that made him feel safe now. He didn’t want to lose that. And so, Flinch scooted closer to his white-haired friend. Silently asking if it was okay to hug him, and when he got the okay, Flinch was quick to wrap his arms around hims. Hiding his face in Eda’s shoulder, while his body shook like a tree during a storm.

And Eda found himself at a loss. How was he supposed to comfort someone who’s as scared as Flinch? How was he supposed to fix this mess, he had no idea. Was there even something he could do? Well, maybe there was. Eda could try to ‘kidnap’ Flinch. Take him away from this place and hide him somewhere, where he’ll be safe while Team Prime searched for Mister Sumdac. But how was he supposed to do that? Eda would need to come up with a plan, and then, he would need a place big enough to hide Flinch.

He would definitely need help, but for now, all he could do was help Flinch calm down. And so, Eda wrapped one arm around his still shaking friend, while placing the other one on top the light brown tuft of hair. Awkwardly patting it and causing Flinch to let out a soft, although still sad, chuckle.

“You’re really bad at this Eda.”

“At least I am trying. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Yea… Just one more thing to admire about you.” Flinch said without even thinking, but the silence following it caused him to look up at his friend. Face depicting nothing more than pure confusion, as he tried to figure out why Eda was staring at him as if he just grew a second head. Can holo-forms even have a second head?

“Eda?”

“You… admire me?"

“Y-yea?” Eda’s confusion was confusing Flinch. Did he say something bad? Weird? Why was Eda looking so strangely at him? “I mean, there isn’t anything I can’t admire about you. You’re kind, funny, you’re nice to me when you have no reason to, you came whenever I needed you. Honestly, it’s like you’re my guardian angel, you know? And… you don’t look at me as if I were a… a monster. Team Prime took one look and attacked me.” Flinch couldn’t help the chuckle as he remembered that peculiar memory. “Okay, yea, I kind of did kidnap Sari, but still. I’m sure that they would have attacked either way. Same goes for that chin-for-brains Sentinel, that hammer-brain Magnus, the twins, and Jazz. I don’t know if the Decepticons would have done the same, but I don’t think looking up to them would be good.” Flinch shook his head, no, looking up to them would definitely be bad. Alone for the fact that they have tried to destroy Detroit a few times.

“Yea… Yea! I look up to you Eda, more than you might know, because I want to be just like you when I’m older!” Flinch was beaming brighter than the sun when he finished speaking, and Eda found himself confronted with the undeniable fact that Flinch was speaking the truth.

This young, innocent, Cybertronian was looking up to him. Him who was nothing more than a monster, an engine of destruction meant to destroy every single good thing in this universe. And yet, one of those good things he was meant to destroy saw him as good enough to be admired. To be someone to look up to and aspire to be like. Someone he compared to a guardian angel, a pure force of goodness and protection. And not the destructive arm of the opposite.

And Eda didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand it made him happy to be seen as more than a weapon of mass destruction. To be seen as someone who protects instead of destroying, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop the self-doubt slowly creeping into the forefront of his mind to taint the happiness and twist it into sadness.

But when Eda was trying to answer, say that Flinch must be mistaken, that it was wrong to look up to someone like him, all that came out were sobs. Quiet ones at first, but the deeper the realization sank, the louder they became. Until he was wheeping openly in front of Flinch, despite it being weird that he used his disguise to do so. But to Unicron and beyond with weirdness. This day has been nothing more than an emotional roller coaster. Fuck it, his entire existence has been one hell of a roller coaster, Eda deserves to let it all out ever now and then.

And so, he hugged Flinch tighter. Ignored the confused questions coming from him, while letting bottled up and forgotten emotions run freely, and when he was done, he let go. Grabbing Flinch’s face to turn his face to face him. Glowing green eyes meeting confused pale green ones.

“Flinch, I’m going to get you out.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m going to get you out. I don’t know how, but I will.” Eda might not believe Flinch, no, he couldn’t believe Flinch. Not with the things he’s done, the things he’s been through, but there was a part of him that wanted to believe. It was small, but it was there none the less.

“That’s a promise.”

[battlexworned]

Your assigned furb is the feisty CHAOS!

Oh hey it’s that… weird little creature from last time. And it looks like they’re not planning to leave any time soon. Where was his holo avatar when he needs it? It’s like the size of a goddamn ant in cybertronian standards, using the avatar would’ve made things less awkward.

Either way, it doesn’t matter. Ironhide used two of his digits and carefully picked the creature and placed it on his desk.

Hm… it looks like a toy, similar to one he saw back on earth— well, according to Ignite, since Ironhide can’t remember much of his time back there. He wondered if the kid was still on board on keeping one of these fellas.

[badly-drawn-cyclonus]

what made you choose your holo light avatar?

Who wouldn’t want to be a handsome human woman? How did Bluestreak put it? Ah yes, “Not very modern, but still very hot.”

[jazz-miester]

Hello ✌🏼✨

I was seeing that you write for MTMTE. I have something in mind and would like to request it, if that's okay. A human who helps Rodimus' crew and she was fascinated by Megatron's Holoform when they first met, and one day she discovers that he has been writing very hot poems about her. I'd like to see how far this goes! Megatron's Holoform is so hot!!

Thank you for the request! I hope it's alright that I decided to do head canons of this instead! And i'm going purely off of the images i'm looking at on google right now lol. I haven't gotten that far into the comics yet. I hope you enjoy it lol. I have a migraine right now but also didn't want to ignore this! But I hope you enjoy! And that this is what you meant.

So most likely you're going to be a liaison between the Autobots and the rest of earth.

Mostly just a peacekeeper between the two. To help both the bots and humans understand each other culturally. In the best way that you can do.

When you first go to meet the Captain's of the Lost Light, they, mostly being Ultra Magnus, thought it would be easier on you if they used their holo matter avatars rather than the giant titans they are.

And it was. To a point.

I mean. You've always been into older men.

A couple centuries older than you former warlord was no different.

Right?

The more you interacted with him the more the feelings of attraction grew. More than just. Oh wow he's hot. To. Holy shit do I actually care about him?

At first it was the way he carried himself both in and out of his Holo Matter form.

Straight and tall. Broad shoulders thrown back. Tall and languid. Moving almost like water when he walked.

Those eyes spoke of something ancient and knowing. Filled with some sort of regret.

He looked strong. Capable. So sure of what he was and were he was going.

You and Megatron interacted a lot. More so than yourself and Rodimus who would rather put the work on you and Megatron. It wasn't that he didn't care. But, surprisingly, Rodimus was the first to notice the influence you had on Megatron. And the way you practically looked like you wanted to eat him every time you saw him.

Megatron would grow to care for you as well.

When he first saw you all he could think about was what he had done. To your kind. What if you had been one of the many humans to fall by his hand?

He would have never met you.

Never would have gotten to know of your humility. Your kindness that you give to him time and time again.

He would have never gotten to see you. The most beautiful thing he has ever laid his optics on.

And that scares him.

So. In the spirit of being Megatron. He never told you. Rather used you as the muse in his poetry. The only thing he could turn to without worry.

He just never expected you to find it.

You didn't either. You know of his poetry. He's told you. Just. Not the bits about you. So, when you find it in a stack of data pads given to you.

Well. You're both flustered and honored at the same time. For him to think such things about you.

And when he came running in. Flustered and embarrassed. The sight of you holding the data pad in hand.

He was too big to fit in your room normally. So holo matter it was.

And he spoke to you. Told you of his feelings. No point in hiding them now. Especially since you're literally holding them.

And you tell him of your own feelings. Of the love you hold for them.

"You'll have me. Truthfully? Even after all i've done."

"I know what you have done. But I also know what you are doing now. I won't forget the past. But it doesn't mean i'll disregard the present. Not if it's you."

[baejax-the-great]

Shakarian first time again? :)

Hoo boy. I'm going to drop this all behind a read more because it's 1. long and 2. adult content but not the adult content you might hope for. AKA this is not smut yet.

Garrus had a fraught relationship with porn.

Sure, like any teenager he’d been curious and more than a little pent up all those years ago. It wasn’t hard to get around Castis’s parental controls and find dirty videos on every seedy corner of the extranet—he could hardly have called himself technically proficient if he hadn’t. And while it wasn’t something talked about very openly in school or bootcamp, there were knowing laughs and innuendo in the barracks, and Garrus nodded along with the rest of them and pretended he was in on the joke.

The truth was, back then he’d watched with a disgusted fascination. Sex was a key component of the next part of his life—one more step into adulthood that didn’t have quite the same ceremony or predictable timeline as his induction into the military. The videos were preparation for something he assumed he’d eventually get around to doing, preferably with the girl who kicked his ass every time he got paired with her in hand-to-hand combat, but he had a feeling he didn’t respond to them the way he ought to have. The way other people did.

Mainly, what Garrus felt when he opened up a vid of two strangers fucking each other was discomfort. He had nothing in common with these people. He had no idea how they spent their day to day or even where in the galaxy this prefab bedroom was. Their bodies were perfect or what some other turian imagined was perfect, but everything felt exaggerated and a little uncanny. For all he knew, the two people on screen hated each other, or were completely indifferent, or maybe they liked each other but not whatever they were acting out and the enthusiasm was forced… he just couldn’t seem to forget that it was a performance, and they were performing for him. That was an intimacy Garrus didn’t feel like sharing with these lascivious, perfectly chiseled strangers. The anonymity didn’t really matter when they were looking directly into the camera. They had an idea of him, of Garrus, the man who downloaded their sexual exploits, and that was intimate and alienating enough for him to give up on the entire genre.

He’d had similar feelings about the those holos where he could create a digital avatar with varying degrees of realism and watch it go to town with another pixelated form of his choosing. He watched, his body wracked not with desire, but with the deepest secondhand embarrassment he’d ever felt in his life for this show that he alone would ever see. Is that what he looked like when he—no, he couldn’t do it. It was slightly better when he specifically made his avatar look like just some guy, an empty shell of a turian he wouldn’t notice on the street and didn’t have to stare at in the mirror every day, but it didn’t really solve the problem. And now, instead of watching “real” people have “real” sex, he was watching a digital approximation of… something. Something that would not help him when his classmate took his hand and dragged him into a utility closet.

He knew he was overthinking it. He knew that most people, when watching this stuff, weren’t thinking at all. That was the entire point. He wished he knew how to do that. It would all be a lot easier if he could turn off his brain and focus on other parts of his body. But Garrus hadn’t mastered that art.

So he’d given up on vids some years ago. When he did finally take his sparring partner to bed, there were awkward moments, sure. But experiencing it firsthand was nothing like the vids, and after that, he didn’t really see the point of watching other people do whatever it was they did. He knew what he liked—or at least he thought he did until about two weeks ago—and he was relatively confident in his ability to please a partner when it came to it—or at least he had been, until about two weeks ago.

About two weeks ago, Nadia Shepard walked into the quiet gun battery and, out nowhere, suggested they sleep together. And Garrus, out of nowhere, had said yes. Or, if he remembered it correctly, he had actually said, “Why the hell not,” which was madness because Garrus could think of twenty reasons off the cuff of why they should not have sex. For one thing, as he stared at her oddly-shaped body, which he now found himself doing all the time, he wasn’t certain that they could.

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Coworkers...2!

WIP scenes from stuff that will most likely end up in Coworkers or Snapshots.

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March 2558

The gray ceiling stares back at him and Jared sighs again and fidgets in his bunk, leg jiggling as he chews on the inside of his mouth.

Reports submitted, gym time done and logged, and his schedule cleared until the Infinity returns to Earth and gets her new orders. They're fine and there's nothing to do but take stock and recover.

It's just that less than 48 hours ago, the ship was anchored to a planet being dragged into a star.

Jared exhales a shaky breath and calls to the ceiling. "Hey, Roland?"

Half a second passes before the AI in question responds, "Need something, Spartan Miller?"

Jared's breath catches and he stalls by sitting up and facing forward towards the camera in the corner.

"Roland, are-" He starts, "-how long til we get to Earth?"

"We have 22 hours in slipspace before we reach Earth." Roland says matter of factly "Was there something else you needed?"

He sounds so calm, and he's not even poking at Jared or asking why he's so impatient.

"Are you...busy?" He asks, wincing at how he sounds and how stupid the question is. Of course Roland's busy, he's running the ship.

"Is everything alright, Miller?" Roland says as he deploys his avatar to the holo in Miller's room. The little golden pilot stands tall and confident, save for its crossed arms and head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, well actually," Jared sighs and leans against the bulkhead as he wraps his arms around his knees. "I wanted to ask if you were okay after the whole 'hurtling towards a star thing' cuz being honest, I'm still shaken. It was....close."

He tugs at his ear and avoids looking at Roland as he speaks. "Thanks for your help on Ops, we wouldn't have made it without you."

"Hey now, we made it! And you did great!" He raises a hand and gestures at Jared with a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

Then Roland makes his avatar sit cross-legged across from Miller, something Jared has never seen before.

"If we're being honest, I was nervous, and I shouldn't have admitted that in front of you and Crimson. No one wants to hear that the computer is nervous about their chances." He sighs and clasps his hands as Jared sits forward to listen.

"Roland..."

"Seriously Miller, you, Crimson, Majestic, and Commander Palmer risked your lives and got the job done. And you helped get them home before Requiem went up in flames...But yeah, it was close, really close. I'm never going to forget that."

Jared looks at Roland's avatar sitting there, small and folded in on itself rather than posing in the proud stance it usually portrays. He remembers how young Roland is, how this is his first exposure to real combat and missions. Jared had already been stationed on the Infinity before Roland, who had been brought on in December. His second full month aboard was a nightmare. Jared had been the one asking for comfort after the nightmare they went through but now he feels the need to cheer up the AI.

"It gets easier, or you get used to it and find ways to tamp it down and compartmentalize. Then you can use it for the next problem that comes up." Jared finds himself picking his words carefully, offering them like a clumsy olive branch. "And you did good, real good. I wouldn't have been able to do the tech stuff half as quick as you."

-

October 2558

It’s a few days after they’ve recovered everyone from Sanghelios' orbit. Blue Team and Fireteam Osiris are still being checked over and assigned new orders. He’s keeping a close eye on Dr. Halsey since she’s back aboard, circuits shuddering at the memory of the last time the good doctor graced them with her presence. Roland feels stretched thin, more than he ever has, every part of him fielding distress calls, randomizing their jumps, calculating risks, all on top of his usual duties with the Infinity. He triple-checks the dumb AI, no sign of tampering from Her. Despite the extra work, he’s been subdued, fading into the background. Weighing the choice of when to speak or summon his avatar.

There have been looks and whispers, his crew has been through a lot, and the bad news keeps rolling in. A small part of him wants to shout at the injustice of it all; he chose them, chose their safety and freedom when they cannot and will not guarantee his. But he chose them, will always choose them, to keep them safe. More than his programming, it’s something deeper, instinctual. In his nature.

Roland’s distracted from his musings when Commander Palmer calls for him, and he finds her in her least favorite spot. Behind her desk, where she’s buried in reports and requisitions. If anyone could understand his frustration at their choice of running instead of fighting, it’d be her.

Leadership and experience has tempered her anger into a fine blade, though she still wields it like a hammer now and then. But for now she helps with humanity’s triage.

He likes her. It’s good to get along with your coworkers, but beyond that he appreciates Palmer’s bluntness. An intensely private, mostly professional Spartan, she could be counted on when everything went to hell, and he had, on more than one occasion. 

Their work concluded, he waits a moment, letting the amicable silence sit between them as she taps away at her keyboard. He receives a raised eyebrow for his infinite patience, and a look that would make even the most hardened marine blanch. 

"Aren't you going to ask? You wouldn't be the first." 

"Don't need to. You already made your choice."

Then she makes a face like she bit into a lemon.

"Unless you...want to talk about it . Or your feelings."

A grin forms on his avatar’s face, and he can’t help but brighten.

“No, I’m good, Commander. Wouldn’t want to ruin your image.”