#hound past her prime

[wildcatofgreen]

"So, tell me, Carol," the old hound found herself back on the couch, motioning for the other dog and the feline to take a seat on a stool or two. She had apparently brought them home from a book signing a couple decades back--an accidental thievery, Carol had guessed? "How many water dragons do you know of right now?"

This left the feline stunned for a moment, standing at her stool instead of sitting. How many? Wasn't Lilac the only one?

Or... maybe this older Milla met Lilac's parents or something. It'd make sense, to be fair--you see your daughter on the news pronounced dead and their only friend is a famous romance novelist, apparently. No wonder she'd met them by now.

Wait, no--that wouldn't work at all. Lilac's parents would have to know what she looked like in the first place, and according to her she was taken as an egg.

Hm...

The feline spoke, timidly, "Uh... I only know about Lilac, ma'am--"

"Oh please, Carol!" The hound gave a hearty chuckle, picking up her cane and pointing it at the cat, "I may be old, but that's no reason to be so polite! Stones--one moment you see authority and you start acting all prissy! "You're just like your sister, you know that?"

!!!

The feline's eyes widened, her hand clutching at her shirt. "S-Sis? Cory? You... you know her?"

"Mhm!" She hummed with a smile, "Once you get to know her, Coral's really not all that--"

"CORAL?!?!?!" Her ears drooped, she stepped back--tripping over the stool and falling on her rear.

"Relax, Carol," the hound waved it her reaction off like it was nothing, "She's not the same Coral you knew--not anymore at least." She sighed, as if to reminiscence. Her gaze locked onto a wall, leaning on her cane, "Things are different here, remember? Therminia and Bakuna didn't exist back when you're from. You two didn't die back then either."

Her expression softened, eyes gazing at the floor.

Right. She shouldn't be so caught up in people knowing that name--not here anyway. Who the hell knows what happened to her in this universe? Especially since Carol...

Eugh. It was so fucking morbid to think about. She hated it. She hated how everything was so different, how all these places and all these people she knew weren't the same.

Everything changed.

All because of her.

...

All because of him. If that bastard never killed her Lyli--

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RI--

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

The feline flipped her phone out of her pocket, answering it groggily. Her husband looked on with curiosity, a brow raised.

...

Oh stones it's fucking Zao. What the hell does he want--

The little red panda starts to go on about a certain... incident, involving a green hawk the other day.

Right. She almost forgot about that.

"Uuuuuh-huh. Lemme jus', stop you right there. "You wanna host it, right? You dun't gotta try an' hide it, bro."

And the red panda acts all sheepish, talking like he has no idea what she's talking about, that if she wants it done at the 'Sphere then she can have it done that way, because woah she's the Battlesphere Champion and she gets what she wants and--

"It's too early for this, Zao. Yes, we'll do it at the Battlesphere. We still gotta set up a date an' whatever for it, but--"

Then he's talking about how he already has that stuff settled.

"Bro, come on. Ya can't jus' spring that kind of shit on us like that. It ain't jus' me you're ropin' in now. "Lets like, at least talk about what we're doin' there, alright? Do a 'lil meetin' first 'ta talk about all the logistics an' whatever--then we can get 'ta the--"

Now he's whining. Whining about how boooooooooring it all is.

"Yeah, well--I ain't lettin' another Battlesphere Blitz happen 'ta me, alright? 'Less ya wanna lose two of your most valuable stars, hotshot."

She looked over at Sony, who gave her the cheekiest grin imaginable.

A groan heard over the phone, followed by a resounding ''FIIIIIIIINE''. Stones, what a baby.

"Great. Awesome. Outstanding. Amazing. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go finish my sleep, thank you."

Click!

Pain in the ass.

She puts her phone away, wrapping her arms around her husband once again.

Sigh.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Hope you're doing well!

I'd like to have something about Buddy with Russian greyhound (I requested that once, remember that one?) The first meeting, some shenanigans with each of the Team Prime members, some fights with the Decepticons, even Buddy dealing with Sentinel's bullsh*t and defending Team Prime. You can make it in one post of you want)

Oh, have you come up with his name? If not, then I suggest Quickstep or Sprinter)

Have a good time of your day!

P.S.: was my request really weird? 😅 just curious)

This has been one of the request always slipping around, today I finally caught it!!!!

And no, your request was not weird, a bit different from the ones I usually get, but not weird.

Hope you enjoy!

Sprinter and Team Prime shenanigan's

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFA

A lot of things had happened while Team Prime was getting used to their new team member, Sprinter.

Not only was their alt mode a bit… peculiar, but the amount of energy they always seemed to be stocked on.

Bumblebee and Prowl seemed like the only bots able to keep up with them.

But even then, Sprinter seemed to be literally, ‘one step ahead’.

Bumblebee and Prowl panting at a stop. Bumblebee: “Di-Did you see- where- oh primus- they went?” Prowl just weakly shakes his helm before the two go their separate ways to find their teammate. Meanwhile with Sari and Sprinter… Sprinter is sitting for once on the top of a tall building watching Sari eat her burger. Sari: “Thanks for getting me out of Tutor bots lessons today.” Sprinter: “Well, you did say it was torture, and there’s no way I’m letting my friends get tortured!” Sari slowly realizes the misunderstanding. Sari: “I meant that—” Sprinter stands up and stretches a bit. Sari: “Sprinter?” Sprinter: “I’m gonna run over that bot so fast he won’t know what hit him!” Sari: “No!”

Sprinter seemed to have a sense of justice when it came to the care of their new friends.

It was only fair.

They helped them get used to Detroit, it was only right to help them when they needed help.

Sprinter, to a degree, understands that they are much more energetic than the others and should take it down a notch, to not hurt anyone.

As much as they love going fast, they love their friends more.

Going out of the way to defend them, when necessary, even if they don’t think it is.

Sentinel digging a digit into Optimus’s chassis. Sentinel: “So help me Optimus, if I every see your crusty paintjob—” Sentinel spots two narrowed optics in th shadows staring at him. And audible growl is heard. Sentinel: “What is that?” Sprinter, in their hound form slowly walks to Optimus side, optics never leaving Sentinel. Sprinter: “Stop touching my friend.” Sentinel: “Are you giving me orders?” Sprinter: “A warning. Stop making my friend feel bad.” Optimus: “Sentinel—” Sentinel crouches down mockingly and roughly pokes their snout. Sentinel: “Or whaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Sprinter’s jaw is locked on his servo as the other Prime tries to shake them off. Sentinel: “GET THEM OFF ME!!!!!” Optimus doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry at that moment, but he lets Sprinter get a few dents in before helping his other Prime.

They have been banned from entering the Elite Guard’s ship.

Sprinter doesn’t care.

They’d bite Sentinel again if they had the chance.

Jazz and the Jettwins have new respect for the bot.

Blurr, as much as he gets back to the ship to do his reports, always takes a little break to meet up with his fellow speedster.

The only one on Earth, and probably Cybertron, to understand him talking without giving him a blank stare or asking him to repeat.

Fanzone has given up on attempting to give them a speeding ticket.

Mainly because he found out that Sprinter has a collage of all their past tickets and is making it in his image.

He still doesn’t know whether to be flattered or furious.

…He will occasionally give them one so they could continue.

When it comes to Con’s, Sprinter loves to mess with them using their speed and alt mode.

With their speed, Sprinter easily climb buildings to kick the Con’s straight into their chins.

It also helps in evacuating humans and their teammates out of blast areas.

Sprinter spots Bulkhead in the line of fire. Sprinter: “Bulkhead!” They sprint over to him and using both their pedes they land a kick to his side. The impact is fast enough to move them both out of the blast area. Bulkhead rubs his side a bit. Bulkhead: “Thanks for the help and all… but did you need to kick that hard? I feel your pedes on my fender.” Sprinter gives an embarrassed smile before racing over to help the others.

With their alt mode, they love to confuse the Con’s.

It always confuses them.

Sometimes, on good days, the Cons will try to figure out what their alt mode is and get distracted.

They don’t even have to move!

Sprinter in their alt mode is sitting by the water fountain at the park. Lugnut: “I will crush you Autobot—wait—Blitzwing!” The triple changer comes over. Blitzwing: “What iz—urgh their back.” Lugnut: “Do you have the list?” Blitzwing sighs. Blitzwing: “Lugnut we do not have time for this!” The triple changer still passes the list of space animals to Lugnut. Team Prime gets to the park just in time to see the two Con’s retreating and an unscathed Sprinter lounging in a shady area. Sprinter opens their optics at their team’s surprised faces. Sprinter: “Lugnut had to take Blitzwing back to the base after suffering a glitch to the processor. It looked like a bad one too.”

[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

[marinettesaltprompts]

May I offer another deconstruction of a Maribat trope? More specifically the one where a Batboy comes to Dupont, immediately hits it off with Mari & helps expose/ruin everyone and they live happily ever after!

You can't tell me they wouldn't take (1) look at Gabe & immediately have him as a prime suspect. Thus, maybe Tim, Jason, Dick or Damian goes for 'study overseas' & Gabriel graciously offer to let them stay with him for the business connections.

Cue them also immediately picking up on the rancid vibes of Lila, Bustier, Damocles BUT ALSO Marinette bcz surprise! They know how to spot a stalker! They also know how to remain objective & actually investigate. They point out to Adrien that the high road approach is wrong but still take into account that (1) his upbringing conditioned him to be passive & (2) Mari didn't tell him abt the threats and from what they've seen, Adrien definitely would've have let that slide.

And no, they don't bring Mari into the fold bcz they overheard her complaining to Alya abt Adrien's sudden divergence from the private schedule she somehow got her hands on? How she was going to sabotage a random girl for winking at Adrien teasingly?? How they're gonna have a family & hamsters??? And how she expects everyone to listen to her bcz she's their 'Everyday LB'???

Yeah, no. And if they find out she's the actual LB, still NO.

Bcz they see how much of a mess everything is. How she keeps CN out of the loop, expecting him to be the distraction, the goofy sidekick & meatshield. How that applies to the rest of her 'team' who aren't given consistent training. How she makes herself the lynchpin for everything.

More importantly, they see how underutilized CN is. So they take him under their wing in & out of the mask. Experimenting with his Cataclysm & enhanced senses, showing him the darker nitty-gritty places where the downtrodden go to be forgotten, how to act instead of react & assert himself in ways that matter. CN gains popularity as others note how proactive he is in stopping pettier crimes outside of akumas, how he takes the trouble to visit past victims & lend them an ear, etc.

How he & the other vigilante work even better than him & LB.

Naturally, she throws a fit, thinking they're trying to 'undermine' her. Nevermind that they've made more progress in the past month than she ever did in almost 2 years. When she tries to demand CN hand over his miraculous, he refuses, done with her bossiness, & she declares him a 'traitor'.

Cue Mari getting a restraining order & more blogs pointing out the unfair power dynamic of the hero duo. In the end, HM isn't even defeated with a bang but a whimper as CN & the Batboy knock Gabe out before he transforms, send evidence to the police and leave. LB is now left alone to explain to Paris what happened & deal with the fact that they now think she's either incompetent or a glory hound who purposely didn't do her job to milk the attention while Marinette is ALSO blamed for the fallout at Dupont bcz she's as complicit as the rest of them.

CN & Adrien disappear from Paris and maybe the Teen Titans gain a new member. One who's treated as an equal, a friend & after a while, family.

(Idk, for some reason, him joining the Titans sounds more plausible than the Batfam. Thoughts?)

I definetely think the Titans would be a better group for Adrien in terms of social growth because of the variety of people in that group, but the Batfamily is definetely a close second. It doesn't hurt that he's the closest thing to a Batfamily character outside of the costume (we'll just say that he's Selina's nephew ;) )

Lovely post btw!

[alligator-with-a-top-hat]

Gonna meditate on Ridley’s importance to the Metroid series, edited from comments I made on a video about him. After some thought, it’s clear to me that every appearance of his after the first ties him strongly to the theme of each individual game. Analysis under the cut, in in-game chronological order.

Zero Mission's whole premise is being a new spin on a familiar story, showing us things we never thought about in the NES game. Zero Mission's cutscenes show him commanding the Pirate Mothership and deliberately tracking Samus down. His robotic double, Mecha Ridley, is the new final boss stopping her escape from Pirate patrols. It's an organized, calculating side to the Pirates never seen before in the 2D games. The game is about insight into the past, and we gain insight through Ridley.

Prime is about respecting our history and the dangers of wasteful exploitation. Ridley is the face of the Pirates on Tallon IV as they discover and abuse Phazon, and his opening salvo in his boss battle is to bomb the Artifact Temple. However, the Phazon hurts the Pirates as much as it hurts their enemies, and the boss battle ends with the statues of the ancient Chozo blowing Ridley away in violent, laser-y retribution. The game is about destructive exploitation, and Ridley shows what happens to those who go too far for power.

Corruption is about the corruption of the body and spirit by violence, as represented by toxic Phazon. At the beginning, Ridley is his crafty old self, hounding Samus on Norion and forcing her into a boss fight he knows she cannot escape on her own when he knocks her into the generator shaft. But at the end of the game, he reappears, corrupted by Phazon, as an animalistic guardian of the leviathan seed on the Pirate Homeworld, little better than a guard dog. It parallels Samus' own journey as she is corrupted by Phazon, put on a leash by the Federation, and forced to kill those like her. The game is about corruption, and Ridley shows the end of those taken by the corruption.

Samus Returns is like Zero Mission in that it is about shedding new light on an old story, but it goes deeper than that. Samus sparing the Metroid hatchling is the single most important decision in the series, so it's no surprise that the remake should have Ridley -- whose most famous moment in the manga was making the opposite decision in regards to Samus -- appear to try and tear them apart. His appearance also foreshadows his role in Super Metroid, and putting aside the change in tone from the original Metroid II, his appearance gives Samus and the baby Metroid a chance to develop their bond in a way that had mostly been told, not shown. The game is about Samus' moment of mercy, and Ridley is there to see if she can really do it.

Super Metroid is about Samus and the baby Metroid's bond. Samus throws her plans away to recapture the baby Metroid, and in the end it sacrifices its life to save her. Lo and behold, Ridley is the one who separates them, and when she kills him, she finds only the broken Metroid capsule, a tantalizing clue that brings her no closer to the baby Metroid. The game is about what matters to Samus, and Ridley is the one who takes it all from her.

Other M is a game about nothing. Samus does not impact the plot in any significant way because other people sideline her and handle the plot for her. Ironically, Ridley still fits this theme -- he appears as a cloned baby to annoy and distract Samus, has a boss battle that makes no sense in context, and finally is eaten by a poorly foreshadowed Queen Metroid and never comes up again. The game is stupid and Ridley is handled stupidly.

Fusion is about identity and the past. Everything is flipped upside down when Samus is infected by an X parasite, loses everything, and discovers that the monster trying to kill her is, essentially, her. The power of the Metroids, her eternal enemy, becomes the key to her success and survival. In an important scene, the Federation, which Samus has trusted since her Zero Mission, is revealed to have recreated the Metroids. Immediately after this upsetting revelation about an entity she has worked for for years, who does she encounter in the Federation's facility? That's right, Ridley, who has even been possessed by an X parasite as if to mock her situation.

It's not all bad, though. Fusion is the game where Samus finishes Ridley for good (seeing as he doesn’t return for Dread), and fittingly enough she finally comes to terms with part of her past when she reconnects with ADAM. It's a game about the past. Ridley is that past, and Samus finally puts him behind her.

Ridley is so special not just because of his cunning nature and terrifying brutality, but also because of how neatly he fits into the puzzle of Samus' life. He’s a relentless phantom that embodies the violence she cannot escape. He represents everything Samus must overcome to finally find that "true peace in space" from the NEStroid end screen.

Thanks guys 👋

[simply-ivanka]

Far-right parties rattled the traditional powers in the European Union and made major gains in parliamentary elections Sunday, dealing an especially humiliating defeat to French President Emmanuel Macron.

On a night where the 27-member bloc palpably shifted to the right, Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni more than doubled her seats in the EU parliament. And even if the Alternative for Germany extreme right party was hounded by scandal involving candidates, it still rallied enough seats to sweep past the slumping Social Democrats of Chancellor Olaf Scholz.

Undoubtedly however, the star on a stunning electoral night was the National Rally party of Marine Le Pen, which dominated the French polls to such an extent that Macron immediately dissolved the national parliament and called for new elections. It was a massive political risk since his party could suffer more losses, hobbling the rest of his presidential term that ends in 2027.

Le Pen was delighted to accept the challenge. “We’re ready to turn the country around, ready to defend the interests of the French, ready to put an end to mass immigration,” she said, echoing the rallying cry of so many far-right leaders in other countries who were celebrating substantial wins.

Her National Rally won over 30% or about twice as much as Macron’s pro-European centrist Renew party that is projected to reach less than 15%.

Macron acknowledged the thud of defeat. “I’ve heard your message, your concerns, and I won’t leave them unanswered,” he said, adding that calling a snap election only underscored his democratic credentials.

[quipxotic]

A few random thoughts about Episode 61. Spoilers for the episode below, reader beware.

I am begging Ashton Greymoore to please, pretty please, for the love of everything, actually talk to someone other than Laudna about the Hishari. It is past time for advancement in that storyline. And do you even know HOW to talk to the spirits? Would it not have been wise to ask Abaddina more about the logistics of that? (Come on!)

I really wish Team Issylra were going to get some of the same wacky, silly, fun Team Wildemount did, but it looks like that’s not in the cards for them. Which is sad because they definitely deserve to blow off some steam.

It’s going to be interesting to see how killing a priest and an angel (?) of Pelor is going to bite them in the ass eventually.

Related to that - Bor’Dor, I don’t know who the hell you are and your story gets more suspect as we learn about you, but if you are really just a random shepherd your life is never going to be the same again even if you do manage to get home. I hope you realize that although it looks like you don’t.

Two episodes in and Ashton, Laudna, and Orym have yet to use the name Bell’s Hells with anyone. Given how complicated and messy the political and religious situations are in this episode and probably going forward, that’s likely a good thing.

How to put this gently...Orym having to explain to Prism, Deni$e, and Bor’Dor about being a widower and how the circumstances of that relate to Ludinus is not the same as him having to repeatedly remind Imogen of that fact when she’s rehashing the “maybe the Ruby Vanguard are right” shtick. Imogen knew his backstory. The other three didn’t. You can’t expect these new characters to intuit out of the air why it’s always going to be hard for him to listen to pro-Ludinus arguments. He does actually have to explain that for them to understand why this is personal to him.

So many people struggling with having multiple conflicting things being true all at the same time. Pelor can be force for good who does not deserve to die and his priests and religious representatives can still commit acts that harm others and are based in greed and self-interest. Abaddina and her lot can be an oppressed community who want to free themselves of an invading force who is trying to strip their home of resources, prevent free and open discussion or expression of their culture, and eliminate their religion. They can also be opportunists who manipulate others into fighting their battles for them without thinking through the consequences for everyone involved. The party can fight against the representatives of a Prime Deity using the tools they have at hand, even if those tools are hell hounds and demons, without being evil or wanting to destroy the gods. And Ludinus...is still a rat bastard.

Anyone who watched EXU: Calamity has heard someone use Abaddina‘s argument about the Titans vs the Prime Deities before. The entity who used that argument then was Asmodeus. Now, I started out my CR fandom with Calamity and maybe that’s what makes me disinclined to support anyone who says something similar to the Lord of the Nine Hells. No matter how complex the situation, that’s always going to set off warning bells in my head.

This town is going to get shellacked. Maybe not any time soon, but eventually someone even worse than this imperialistic group of priests is going to come along and their situation is going to get so much worse.

[witchofthesouls]

A small snippet of the TFP!Other!humans-into-Cybertronians AU: In which, the Autobots take out the kids to swim and Prime fishes for a wayward Seeker.

Perhaps Arcee would have been far more miffed being sidelined, but the scene and company made up for it.

Raf was a little heat-seeker, even when half-asleep. Blindly searching for greatest sources of warmth as his snout snuffled against her burning plating, his body rumbled as he snuggled against the expelling vents.

Jack, freshly toweled and fully exhausted by the day, had slipped into a nap with little fuss in her lap. Arcee idly stroked his back, right between his wingspan. Jack twitched, mumbling something, flicking his dark wings and shifted to a more comfortable position, further relaxing his usually tight grip on his field, letting it tentatively mingle into her in his strange, shy manner.

While Arcee was a dedicated post for sleepy sparklings, Optimus had stood still like a stone-faced statue in waist-deep water, staring deeply into the dark depths and hadn’t moved for the past twenty minutes. Ignoring the crows that decided that he was an excellent perch as they called out and poked about his frame.

Meanwhile, Buckhead and Bumblebee were further out, calling out for Miko from the other side of the oasis, splashing waves to hopefully force her out of her underwater bolthole. They tossed the Quint-looking plushie back and forth to see if it triggered the sparkling’s prey-drive. 

If anything it made it far more creepier, even with the distance she could still feel its multiple beady eyes as it bobbed, twinkling with malice as its fat, soft tentacles swayed with the ripples. One of the mechs pulled the thing before it propelled itself away.

The blackbirds immediately shrieked as twenty tons of metal moved fast-

Jack jolted awake -pulling back to himself in that jarring sensation of a mecha too far out of range or snuffed out- and was treated to sight of a wet Optimus with an equally wet Miko screeching defiance at her interrupted playtime.

The murder resettled around Arcee’s position, chirring and chortling.

“Nice catch there, Optimus,” she called out.

His words were drowned out by the unholy racket from thrashing sparkling.

:: Did- :: Bumblebee chimed in from the wayside. :: Did he just fished out her like a bear!? ::

“With all the things that happened recently, this is what stalls you?” Bulkhead laughed as he made his way back.

(But yes. Yes, he did. No, Arcee wasn’t going to outright confirm it.)

Miko decided to switch her assault and attempted to dig her claws into the soft cables of his wrists. In response, Optimus shook her like a hound with their unruly pup by the scruff. Water and debris flew wildly from both of them. Bulkhead got hit by stray pebbles. Sand splattered Optimus. A stray twig found itself next to a still dozing Raf -the little Predacon slept like a brick of concrete.

He stopped when Miko was limp and quiet. Optimus pulled her up, dangling her out, face to face and safe from clawing and kicking range.

The bear comparison was on point, especially with his expression.

“Do not do that again, little one,” Optimus intoned. When she made no noise, his engines idled as he drew out her name in warning. “Miko…”

Speckled with sand and underwater plant-life, she finally made an assenting chirp.

As punishment, Miko rode inside Optimus’ cab back to base, wrapped up tightly to form the planet’s angriest egg-shaped bundle.

The videos were Christmas card-worthy.

(Later on, Bumblebee made a GIF to pay homage to Angry Birds.)

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 13

Summary: When Jazz is promoted to Head of Special Operations, the last thing he expected was to have to work with a face from his past.

A/N: Fair warning that the violence is going to be a bit more graphic from this point onwards sorry! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

Jazz opened up the spec op private comms

"Hound after you've dropped off Mirage, I need you to track Skywarp!" Jazz ordered, having to shout over the sound of Prowl chewing out the twins nearby.

After receiving an affirmative, Jazz marched back over the two remaining commanders, passing by the twins who looks appropriately guilty for once.

"We should retreat! Before more of our people are injured." Optimus suggested, firing out from behind where they had managed to build a makeshift barrier out of the rusted remains of whatever structure had once been built here.

"Why?" Jazz asked, casually throwing a shuriken over the barrier, that judging by the following scream, confirmed that it had found its target, as he ducked down besides his friend. "So that they can eventually break the doors down or simply drop a big ass bomb and kill us all inside instead of out here?"

"I agree with Jazz." Prowl declared.

Even after everything that had happened today, Prowl openly agreeing with him, still managed to surprise Jazz.

"We have to hold them out here. If the other seekers invade the Ark then we will loose the Autobot headquarters and most likely the war." Prowl finished. 

Optimus paused, probably consulting with the Matrix, however that worked, as he considered their plan. After a moment he nodded.

"Very well, here is where we shall stand our ground." Optimus said, his voice that of a Prime instead of the awkward data clerk Jazz used to know.

Of course as soon as that plan was decided, Blaster chose that moment to interrupt the three of them with an incoming comm. Except it wasn't the communication expect on the other end of the line.

"This is MacCadam's base calling the Ark, can you hear me?" Elita-One's voice echoed in their ears.

"Ariel." Optimus breathed. Jazz hadn't heard their leader sound so relieved since becoming a Prime. It was shortlived however as worry quickly returned. "Has Bumblebee-"

"Yes he reached us safe and well." Elita was quick to reassure them and despite the distance, Jazz could hear the smile in her voice. "I sent him back with the information I am about to tell you. Our communications had been sabotaged. We are able to contact Teletran-1 but within the last hour we've found our Head of Communications grey in her room with a blaster wound through her mouth."

"Do you think the guilt got to her?" Jazz wondered aloud. It would certainly explain things. Perhaps too cleanly.

"It would appear so. When we lost communication Chromia became adamant that you're base must also have been sabotaged so she straight left for the Ark. I sent Silverstreak to keep an eye on her. Not long after they left, we were attacked by Soundwave."

"If Soundwave's there and Starscream's here then where is Megatron?" Optimus asked. 

Jazz caught Prowl's optics. By the way they flashed, he knew that they bad both come to the same conclusion.

"He is planning an attack on our two weapons specialists who are currently out of range, outnumbered and unaware that they're headed straight for a trap." Prowl stated.

Shit

"Our long range individual comms are still dismantled." Elita-One reminded them. "We can only contact Teletra-"

"AHHHHHHH!"

She was interrupted by Blaster's screams before the call cut off entirely. Which could only mean one thing. That Skywarp had infiltrated their communication room.

Jazz didn't need to say out loud what they all already knew. That Ironhide, Chromia and the rest of their team's lives now relied on them kicking Skywarp's ass and fixing whatever mess she had made to their long range comms.

Which was going to be a problem considering the fact that the communications room had access to the camera outside the hanger doors so that they could see anyone heading inside.

Thankfully, Jazz was a spy for a reason.

"I know a secret way inside." Jazz told them. "But as amazing as I am, it would be a lot easier to take her down if I had some help."

"Prowl, accompany Jazz." Optimus ordered. "I will ensure that we hold the Seekers back."

Prowl didn't look particularly pleased at the idea of teaming up. Prowl wouldn't have been Jazz first choice either but with his best agent injured and the other occupied, he didn't have much of a choice left. Regardless Prowl wasn't going to argue with their Prime, so after a few pointed words to the twins reminding them to actually follow orders, he turned to Jazz.

"Lead the way."

Prowl kept his blaster poised as he reluctantly followed Jazz around the outwards of the Ark, keeping watch for any Seekers who might have noticed them under Optimus cover fire.

Prowl was reluctant to leave the front where he believed that his tactical skills would be most valuable. He could have said these concerns aloud. Optimus had always welcomed his troupes to voice their objections which was something that Prowl's previous authority figures during his time as an enforcer had never approved of. But ultimately, Optimus was their Prime who's decision had failed to steer them wrong yet, so Prowl trusted his judgement.

He soon realised that Jazz was leading them towards the end of the Ark's old thrusters. The ship was once capable of interstellar flight but had not been used for such purposes since the golden age of Nova Prime. Now the thrusters were rusted and sealed up due to their misuse.

At least that was what Prowl had been told. However Jazz was currently entering through the centre of the left thrusters' exit port where he was able to unscrew a loose panel, that lead into a gap between the main energon line and the wall.

"This is where Hound secretly feeds his rations to the local turbo-foxes and where I'm pretty sure Bumblebee has been sneaking out at night." Jazz explained before he crawled inside. Prowl made a mental note to inform Red Alert of the security breach when this whole ordeal was over, before following him inside.

It was a tight fit for Jazz and an even tighter one for Prowl. Even with his doorwings pressed flat against his back, it still hurt to drag their edges against the steal walls and without even enough room to turn his head, Prowl was left with no choice but to stare directly at the curves of Jazz's ass as they scraped along the gap. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Jazz shoved open a grate opened into a storage closet.

Although, Prowl almost immediately missed the gap, as here he was pressed chassis to chassis, with his only option to look directly into Jazz's face.

Thankfully the spy, made no comment on their positions when he spoke.

"I ain't getting a response from Hound but Bluestreak said that the last thing he told her was that he heading towards Communications."

Prowl let out a vent that he hadn't realised he'd been holding when he learnt that Bluestreak was alright. He knew that the young sniper was more than capable of protecting herself but as the older sibling he couldn't help worrying whenever she was out of the realm of his protection.

Prowl watched as Jazz slowly opened the storage door to the corridor, sliding his blade between the small slit as he glanced around.

After a moment he gave a thumbs up of an all clear and strolled out of the cupboard. Prowl wasted no time in doing the same. Once outside, they took up the same unspoken positions that they head before, with Jazz leading the way, blade in hand, whilst Prowl protected the rear, blaster ready. Although now that he knew what Jazz's rear looked like, he found it hard to concentrate on protecting it.

Fortunately, they didn't encounter any resistance along the corridors since most able bodied mechs were outside battling against the seekers.

Unfortunately they couldn't hear any signs of a scuffle or regain access to their long range comms which was not a good sign.

Once they made it to Communications, cautiously, Prowl poked his head around the door.

Skywarp was wrecking havoc on Teletran-1, ripping out wires and smashing screens like a rabid animal. At the very least it didn't appear like she knew exactly what damage she was doing but that didn't necessarily mean that it would be any easier to fix.

At her feet lay Hound, Blaster and Red Alert. A short range blaster shot had taken out half of Hound's torso. Miraculously, it hadn't appeared to have hit any vital organs, but by Prowl's calculations, that would matter little as he would soon to bleed out his remaining reserves of energon. Blaster had a large dent on the side of his helm but otherwise appeared unharmed. Red Alert was the only one conscious, however they were powerless to help as Skywarp had hogtied them up in a tangle of cords. Prowl knew that the stress of witnessing Skywarp wreck all of their carefully crafted systems was causing more pain than any injury could have ever done.

"You gotta plan commander?" Jazz whispered.

Before Prowl's battle computer had any time to respond, he heard the sound of footsteps behind them.

Out of the corner of his optic, Prowl caught Jazz wield his knife in the same moment that he raised his blaster.

Thankfully, it wasn't sneak a Deception attack. Instead it was Mirage, leaning heavily against the wall, as he dragged himself long the corridor.

"I... I am unable to reach Hound on internal comms. His... his last message was that he was head to-towards Communications." Mirage stammered, trying to be quiet but Prowl winced as their gasping breathes echoed across the silent corridor. Miraculously, Skywarp must not have heard it over the sound of her own destruction.

"Do not engage except for long range weapons." Prowl ordered, calculating that their chances of success would drastically decrease if Mirage were to witness Hound in his current state. And he hadn't even taken into account yet that whilst the cut across the spy's chest plate had been welded shut, Prowl knew that anything even remotely strenuous easily rip it open again.

Before Mirage could protest Jazz interrupted.

"Your invisibility ain't going to do shit if you start leaking very visible energon everywhere so do as he says." Jazz told him.

Prowl was unbothered as Mirage glared in his direction before biting his tongue and remaining at the end of the corridor. It made sense that the spy would be more likely to listen to a friend then a commander and Prowl did not care who the orders came from as long as Mirage followed them.

"Hey," Jazz hissed to get his attention. "If that big brain if yours hadn't come up with a plan yet, then I've got one." Prowl was not put at ease by the edge of Jazz's grin. "Knight."

It took a moment for Prowl to comprehend what it even was that Jazz was suggesting. It took a further moment for him to run it through his battle computer. After another he nodded.

Prowl lay flat against the corridor floor as Jazz peaked around the edge of the doorway, the side of his visor titled just so that it reflected the light off one of the remaining monitors, catching Skywarp's eye.

In an instant she had materialised in front of their Head of Special Operations. Jazz feigned surprise as Prowl crawled past the now tussling pair into the communications room.

Prowl ignored the flash of guilt as he climbed over Hound's body even though logically he knew that only Ratchet had the power to help him now. Besides, the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. And Prowl's current goal was saving two of their commanders plus their squads.

Prowl crouched down besides Red Alert, removing the plug gagged into their mouth and untying them as quickly as he could. This close, he could feel the heat radiating from their sensory horns that threatened an impending systems crash.

"Focus on what you can control." Prowl ordered once he had freed them of their restraints. "Can you recommend the wire to establish long range comms?"

Red Alert's eyes were wide and Prowl wasn't entirely convinced that they weren't going to crash. But if anyone was used to handling stress under pressure it was the Ark's security director.

With a jerked nod, Red Alert forced themselves towards Teletran-1.

With the first step of their plan in action, Prowl turned his focus back onto the fight behind him, to find that Skywarp had a writhing Jazz pinned under her armour. Wrestled that closely intertwined, Mirage would be unable to take a clear shot even if his condition hadn't drastically hampered his ability to aim. 

Getting to his feet, Prowl grabbed Skywarp from behind, the teleporter too startled to make a jump to avoid being thrown from her victim. She produced a blaster, from where, Prowl did not have the time to figure out. But before she could fire it, he caught her wrist, yanking it upwards so the shot fired into the ceiling instead of his helm. He then turned so his back faced her front, snapping her wrist in the process and shot her with his own blaster. She dodged at the last second so he missed her spark but it still managed to blast a hole in her shoulder. Skywarp keeled over, using the remains of her hand to plug the gaping wound in her shoulder.

Whilst she was down, Prowl turned his attention to Jazz who was staring up at him, that infuriating smile for once wiped clean from his face.

Prowl allowed himself a small sense of satisfaction. He spent so much time behind the scenes of battles that their troupes had forgotten the fighting skills that had earned him the position in the first place.

As he helped Jazz to his feet, Prowl caught a glimpse of Mirage where he was hidden behind the corner of the corridor. Prowl would have to see Ratchet to get his optics checked as he thought that he saw a flash of respect in the spy’s eyes.

"You know I was just pretending to be loosing as a distraction right?" Jazz said as he fought to catch his breath, a cheeky smile now back on his face.

Prowl did have time to dignify that with a response as in an instant Prowl found himself upside down, pedes brushing the Ark ceiling. Skywarp cackled, spitting energon at his face, then disappeared. He did not have time to calculate a plan before the floor suddenly came crashing towards him. A fall from this height might not kill him but it would certainly do processor damage that would negatively impact the outcome of the war.

Suddenly, someone crashed into him, rolling them both in mid-air. The next thing Prowl registered, he was looking up at Jazz, illuminated by the ceiling lights and cradling his helm from where it was currently lying in the spy's lap.

"Smooth moves Commander." Jazz said, his smile saying that words could not. That now they were even.

The moment when ruined when Skywarp, screeching like a rabbit cyberwolf tried to pounce on them.

Thankfully, Mirage was able to shoot her in her already injured shoulder, blasting her arm off in a mess of tangled wires.

"Sorry." Jazz grinned.

Before Prowl could ask about what, Jazz dropped him, leaving Prowl sprawled on the floor.

Prowl pushed himself back to his feet so that he could properly yell at him. He cut himself off at the sight of Jazz biting down on Skywarp's uninjured shoulder. Prowl could only watch in disbelief as Skywarp teleported randomly along the length of the corridor, thrashing around and crashing into walls. But Jazz must have a vampiric set of denta as nothing she did could shake him off.

From this angle, Jazz couldn't reach her spark, so Prowl watched as he stabbed his blade into Skywarp's waist instead.

She reappeared, screaming on the Communications floor.

Prowl wasted no time, grabbing a broken metal pole. Again, unable to reach her spark with Jazz still sprawled on her back, he instead skewered it through her leg. Then stamping on the end, he bent the mental until he had hooked Skywarp's leg into the floor.

Prowl kept his blaster trained on her helm as Jazz finally clambered off her.

"Girl, when was the last time you had a shower?" Jazz asked, wiping his mouth with a grimace.

Prowl knew that Skywarp's injuries would not trap her forever. He had yet to find a prison that could. But for now, her teleportation abilities weren't going to be an advantage in battle when she was in too much pain to fight.

Prowl kept guard over Skywarp as Red Alert, who was muttering expletives under their breathe, re-connected the mess of shredded wires. Mirage had managed to hobble to the room by this point. He dropped to Hound's side, grabbing at the debris surrounding them to try to fill in the injury whilst Jazz hailed Ratchet.

On the one working monitor, Prowl watched as on the screen a single shot severed through both of Starscream's thrusters. He couldn't stop the swell of pride at the knowledge that Bluestreak was the only one talented enough to make that shot.

However, Prowl was going to have to update his folder on Skywarp's abilities to teleport within her line of sight as in the next second, she appeared on the monitor screen, a chunk of her leg missing from where it was still nailed into the communications floor. Prowl watched as outside the Ark, she helping her Trine commander to escape as the seekers called for a retreat.

"I've fixed Teletran-1!" Red Alert cried.

It was unfortunate that the Skywarp had escaped. But their primary goal had been to contact Ironhide by re-establishing long range comms so overall Prowl considered the mission a success.

Prowl marched over to the console, wasting no time in connecting the long range call.

"Ironhide, this is Teletran-1. Do you copy?"

"Huh what?" Ironhide answered, sounding startled by the long range comm. Prowl ignored the incorrectly worded response and continued.

"We believe that you are heading into a trap. Megatron is-"

"Yeah yeah we know." Ironhide interrupted, the usually gruff soldier still sounding frazzled. "Bumblebee must've figured out what he was planning because he found where Megatron was waiting and provoked him into revealing his location and... oh Primus. We... when we saw what was happening we tried to stop him. We tried to fight back but.. but..."

"What happened?" Prowl demanded.

Ironhide took a shuddering breath.

"It's Megatron. He kidnapped Bumblebee."

[wildcatofgreen]

She stared at the gemerald--it was as dim as ever. Not even a single bit of light emanated off of it. Shiiiiiiit.

And so, she turned to her red dragonness friend that she accidentally put through a lot of the busy work tonight.

"Ya can still take everyone home, right...?"

The feline sighed, literally collapsing on her bed as soon as she was able.

She is so thankful that she has people like Evie in her life that can pick up the slack when she kind of... literally can't. She did not think through how much energy it would exhaust from her gem bringing everyone here within the first place. Did not plan on it being kaput entirely by the end of the night.

Still able to yell at her, though. It loves doing that one.

Hadn't gotten her dress off yet, either. Just did not have the energy to do it.

Or, anything else, really. Cuddling was like, the only thing she was capable of at this point.

Minor talks with Sony, but she didn't remember most of it. She barely remembered anything that happened when she was tired--it was like an in between state of sleeping and being awake.

She felt him cuddling up to her, after a moment. He probably actually undressed. As if the wildcat could do something as complicated as that.

Instinctively, she squeezed him, closing any and all gaps between the two. Purred lightly, hummed quietly, a bright smile on her face.

A soft mewl to end off the night.

---

The old dog woman's eyes widened, the tattered couch she sat at creaking from her weight shifting off of it.

"My eyes deceive me... do they not?" She spoke lightly, exasperated. She pushed the dull orange hair out of her eyes, a sad, sorrowful smile growing on her face.

The green feline, standing on the rotting wood, stood there. Frozen. What was she to say? What was she to do? She's surely to kill this woman just by speaking. The amount of shock that would course through her body, to see an old friend like herself again, to see someone who she figured--no, who she knows is long, long dead...

Was this an act of maturity, from the feline? To say and do nothing?

Or, was it simply fear?

The old woman spoke again, grabbing a wooden--slightly chewed up--cane near the couch.

"Carol...? Is that really you?"

The other dog, covered in black and white, simply stood to a side. Her only goal was to bring that feline here--to reunite an old friend. Despite her frustrations with it all, dealing with a young whippersnapper like Carol, she figured it would be worth it. Right? It would be important for her. For both of them.

"Milla...?" She whispered, her gaze turned from the old hound before her.

The hound's hair had certainly greyed over the years--not the vibrant orange it once was, though, it certainly kept it's length. Her skin sagged, but not quite as heavily as the black dog who brought the feline here--had she not been told otherwise, she would have guessed the hound to be in her forties. No, if there was one thing that showed just how old she was, it was her speed--she couldn't move as well as she did when she was young. She moved with a kind of purpose--as if every step counted, at this point of her life. As if she might collapse over and...

The feline shuddered.

Milla's steps were small, but steady. Her tail wagged, but slowly. Her eyes always looked like they were partially closed, her lips looked like they were perpetually dry. Yet her smile hadn't changed. Those eyes, when she could see them, still looked like they were full of life.

She was deteriorating, as life would have most people do.

But she didn't look bothered in the slightest.

A hand was put on Carol's shoulder, the older hound having finally reached her old best friend.

"It's... so nice to see you again, friend."

Carol had shed many a silent tear, during this trip, learning the knowledge that this world had to offer--learning of her and Lilac's fate. But this?

This felt... so wrong.

She sniffled, shutting her eyes tight. Why did the waterworks start up again now? Why did this feel so different from being told everything? Why did everything suddenly feel so much more real?

A light chuckle escaped the aging hound. She wrapped her arms around the feline.

"Here I figured I would be the one crying. It's not every day you see someone rise from the dead."

The feline leaned into the hound's hug, trying to muffle her sobs on the hound's shoulder.

"But that's not what you are, is it? "No, I would sooner drop dead than believe in zombies." She chuckled again, a little heartier--followed up by a rather terrible cough.

"i'm so sorry, milla."

"For what? "I would have done much the same, if I knew you two better." She rubbed the feline's back, comforting her. "There's nothing you need to apologize for in this world, friend. Nothing at all."

---

Groggy.

Tired.

She woke up, smacking the top of her mouth. She rubbed her eyes, removing the sand from them.

She stretched, she sighed, she reluctantly rolled out of--oh.

No, no it looked like Sony was still holding onto her. Which. Yeah. Yeah that's fair.

She didn't have to get up right now, right? She could just enjoy the warm embrace of her man for a little bit more, right? Definitely, absolutely. She should, even--she did just marry him and everythi--

. . .

She looked at her left hand.

That's.

That's a ring.

Wait, what. What day is it.

She went to go pat her dress--DRESS????

White dress. Pure white dress, with the cool vine designs and the cool beads around her waist.

WAIT.

WAIT!!!!!!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!!!!"

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP, CAROLINE."

Right, right. Still in the palace. Still living below Neera's room, of all things.

She stared at her partner--no, her husband (holy shit she can say that for real now)--who was currently covering his ears.

"Hahaaaaa... my bad...?"

[in1-nutshell]

Another thought just popped in how about old Predacon buddy meeting Gen 1 autobot's it would be quite amusing seeing them interact with the others and maybe ratchet finding out how much old Predacon buddies energon reserves are possibly?

Buddy is too old for these shenanigans. Especially the ones in G1, but on the plus side, more grandkids!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon meeting the Autobots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

G1/TFP

Buddy was going log this trip in their data pad when they got back home.

Definitely one of the more memorable trips hey had gone.

The portal dropped Buddy in a desert like area.

It seemed deserted from the looks of it.

Maybe they were in an alternative Nevada.

Buddy feels a tap on their pede and looks down.

A blonde human looks up at them.

“I was starting to wonder when the humans would show up.”--Buddy

“Huh?”--Carly

“Never mind. Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Hi? Are you an Autobot?”--Carly

“Yes, do you know them?”

“Yeah! They’re my friends! Almost everyone knows about them.”--Carly

Buddy tilts their helm.

“What do you mean by almost everyone?”--Buddy

“Anyone who doesn’t see the news.”--Carly

“… Anyways, do you mind showing me to their base? I need a place to stay until I can get back to my dimension.”--Buddy

“Dimension?”--Carly

“You see my dear… what’s your name?”--Buddy

“Carly.”--Carly

“Carly? All right, well my name is Buddy—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Carly

Buddy vents a bit.

“I know it’s a strange name and all—”--Buddy

“Its not strange. It just took me by surprise and all, please continue.”--Carly

“Well, I got dropped in this universe thanks to a portal that usually comes back and sends me home in a couple of days.”--Buddy

“So, you need a place to stay in the meantime?”--Carly

“Exactly.”--Buddy

“Well then lets go!”--Carly

Carly begins walking but Buddy leans their helm down next to her.

“Please, allow me.”--Buddy

Carly’s eyes widen in excitement and climbs on.

Buddy slowly lifts their helm up.

“Just point the direction and I’ll follow.”--Buddy

Carly gives them a thumbs up.

“You got it! I can’t wait to tell Chip, Spike and Raoul what happened today!”--Carly

“…Spike?”--Buddy

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.”--Carly

“… So, to the right or left?”--Buddy

Carly had to calm everyone down when they saw the giant mechanical dragon that nearly dwarfed everyone in the base.

Buddy is just thankful that these bots were a bit bigger than in the other universe.

They were still small, but a good small.

“Hello there! My name is Optimus Prime. Who might you be?”--Optimus

“…I’m Buddy sir.”--Buddy

“Oh please, just Optimus or Optimus Prime.”--Optimus

Buddy stares at the Prime and wraps a wing around him.

“I will protect you and your group with my spark.”--Buddy

“Oh, that’s not necessary my friend.”--Optimus

“Nope I’m protecting you.”--Buddy

“Hey Prime, where���WOAH!”--Bumblebee

Buddy tuns to see a tiny Bumblebee and other human.

“WOW! Carly wasn’t kidding when she said that the dragon was huge!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee sticks out his servo.

“I’m Bumblebee! This is Spike.”--Bumblebee

Buddy looks at the human take a step and fall after stepping on his untied shoe lace.

“Primus help Carly…”--Buddy

“What?”--Spike

“My name is Buddy.”--Buddy

Buddy is a bit appalled seeing how energon was created.

If they had anything like this in their universe it would change the war at home.

For better or worse Buddy still hasn’t figured that out.

Buddy is internally crying when they meet more bots.

This team had so many more numbers and Buddy only had enough room in their arms to carry a few.

It was a rather pleasant surprise to find the Dinobots.

Sure, there was a little skirmish between Buddy and Grimlock.

But they soon got past that.

Buddy is an honorary Dinobot now.

Buddy has Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Hound, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor in their arms or back. Swoop was perched on their helm.

They are looking around.

“What’s up Buddy? You looking for something?”--Raoul

“Oh Raoul! I don’t have enough space to keep holding everyone!”--Buddy

“What?”—Raoul

Buddy nearly has a spark attack seeing Superion, Defensor and Omega Supreme.

They were so used to being the biggest bot in the room, they did not like being the smaller bot for a change.

The bots were nice and all, but Buddy opted to stay with the others.

Buddy often stayed by the smaller Prime’s side during their stay.

Optimus didn’t mind it at all.

Buddy did share some stories about the Prime in their universe.

Many of the bots like to hear Buddy’s dimension stories, even if they are a bit vague.

Soon it comes time for Buddy to leave.

Buddy tries their best to give out as many group hugs as they can.

“Thank you, my friends!  Wish you all the best!”--Buddy

“You too Buddy! Farewell my friend.”--Optimus

Buddy steps into the portal.

In TFP…

Buddy walks into the base, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Buddy shakes it off and continues their way to the main room.

The war would be over soon, they just knew it.

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

So you all want to know how everyone died?

Okie Dokie Then

In order from the beginning of the apocalypse to Casey Jr being sent back in time

Rise Splinter: Crushed by Krang Prime when the new lair was invaded. Sacrificed himself so everyone could leave. One month into the apocalypse.

Rise Raph: Publicly executed by the Krang in hope that by taking out one of the new resistance's biggest leaders that the resistance would fall. 2 years into the Apocalypse.

2012 Raph, Donnie and Mikey: Mercy kill by Rise Leo after the trip were all Krangified. They were captured and unleashed into the resistance base, destroying everything the group spent the last years working on to try and stop the apocalypse. The Krang parasites had completely taken over their bodies, to the point where the only solution was to put them out of their misery. 5 years into the Apocalypse. (Note: 2012 Leo and Rise Leo get into a massive blowout fight afterwards, causing 2012 Leo, April and Casey to leave and start their own resistance with the other survivors. They do not speak to each other for ten more years)

Rise Cassandra: Killed in an ambush by Krang Hounds after trying to get weapons for the resistance. If Rise Leo found her a couple of minutes earlier she probably would've survived. But at least she took down hounds down with her. 13 years into the apocalypse. (Putting junior at 5 years old)

2012 April: Captured by the Krang and dissected, repurposed into the Krang's top general. Commands the people and hounds through a hivemind (this one's weird because she's technically still alive but her memories, personality, morals, everything that made her April is completely gone) 15 years into the Apocalypse. (It is here that 2012 Leo and Rise Leo begin talking to each other again and try to mend their relationship when both resistance forces work together to try and take down the technodrome)

Rise Donnie: Suicide. He fused with the technodrome in an attempt to find and activate the self destruct command. The Krang parasites attempted to take control of him to learn everything about the resistance. So he took matters into his own hands and killed himself with one of 2012 Leo's katanas before the parasites could claim his mind. 15 years into the apocalypse (3 months after 2012 April's death)

2012 Casey: 2012 April killed him after he attempted to rescue her from the Krang. Once he saw what one of his best friends had become he tried to leave but was brutally injured (And by that I mean April you her psychic powers to completely crush his ribcage, the broken bones impaling his lungs and heart.) A few minutes later he died in 2012 Leo's arms (side note they were married for 11 years by this point) 25 years into the apocalypse

2012 Leo (although technically she would be Leona by now): Self Sacrifice Explosion. She rigged the biggest Krang base to explode, but the bombs had to be detonated manually so someone had to stay inside. She did, telling Rise Leo that it was up to him to put an end to the nightmare. (The explosion was so big it was seen from space) With the Krang Base completely destroyed the resistance finally had a chance to win. 27 years into the Apocalypse, one year before the Time Gate was created by Rise Mikey. Due to unforeseen circumstances her soul remains trapped in the void.

Rise April: Crushed by falling rubble when evacuating the Resistance base when it was was destroyed in the opening of the Rise Movie. She pushed Rise Leo and CJ to safety so they could escape. 28 years into the apocalypse

Rise Mikey: Got supernovaed while opening the Time Gate to send CJ to the past in a final desperate attempt to stop the Krang. 28 years into the apocalypse

Rise Leo: Disintegrated by the Krang Laser after throwing CJ into the Krang Portal. As an effect of the Time Gate he survived and also ended up in the past, brutally injured and in desperate need of a hug. 28 years into the apocalypse.

[seoness]

What do you think Sandor’s relationship with Joffrey is? Seems like they were close until Joffrey started abusing Sansa.

It depends on the POV.

Joffrey's POV

The Hound is feared. Not a fear brought on by title or from the past like the once great Demon of the Trident. No, Sandor Clegane brings about a fear that is embedded in the nature of every man, woman, and child. Everything from his height to his strength to his gruesome scar and to the deep and raspy voice that puts everyone on edge. Joffrey is Crown Prince but, try as he might not, he is still a child in many eyes. Deep down he knows that it is his title as Crown Prince that makes him feared.

Joffrey also enjoys the fact that he is not afraid of the Hound. This great fearsome man serves him and heeds his every command. The boy is also primed to seek the approval of an elder since he gets none from his own father. This approval-seeking and the cause for it is mostly subconscious.

Sandor's POV

There's a sweetness to serving the Crown Prince. Well, apart from the gold. Gregor might serve a High Lord, acquired Clegane's Keep and the title of Ser, but he's not guarding the future King of the Seven Kingdoms. Besides, the boy isn't hard to manage. Joff hates – like most children do – the fact that he's a child. So Sandor doesn't overly cuddle him and treats him with enough formality to not be outright defiant. Most of Joff's previous cruelty was something he chucked up to being a bored boy with the power of a prince to avoid consequences. He served Tywin before him and his mother, and the Lord of Casterly Rock isn't exactly known for his kindness...

Sandor understands his lot as the fearsome beast. There is some respect in the fact that Joff doesn't fear him. Sandor doesn't subconsciously seek a son in the boy and is more aware of the unsaid rules than Joff is. So whilst Sandor has a more transactional view on their relationship, he still enjoys it. He knows Joff is more consistent than people give him credit for and if he serves the boy well he'll be treated accordingly. Sometimes this scene in the books:

is read as Sandor Clegane enjoying some discipline handed out, but I think that conclusion is a bit too simplistic. Remember that Sandor hates Tyrion. He tells Tyrion that Joffrey will remember being hit. It's just as much a threat as it is a warning. If Joffrey confronted him about it, Sandor's excuse could have been that his hands were tied since the man who struck him was his mother's brother. In the books, Joffrey points out that the Hound is his mother's dog, not his. That dynamic is something Sandor Clegane must always keep in mind. Sandor understands and uses the language of a bully. Heck, he's also cruel to Sansa Stark. He mocks her but doesn't strike her. Then again this cruelty is due to Sansa not conforming to what she needs to be. There's this great Reddit post about "Don't rock the boat". Joffrey is a boat-rocker and Sandor Clegane is an expert in steading it, unlike Sansa who stands there confused about why the boat is rocking.

But hey, that's just my take. No more valid than anyone else's. Pardon any spelling or grammar mistakes ^

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Tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @nuwanders for this tag game to share lines from my fics, which are under the cut.

Rules are to post examples of your writing for the orange lines. (you don't have to make them orange I just did for ease of reading)

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A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“I doubt Baurus will be laughing,” [Jauffre] says wryly. “But I will,” [Coradri] trills, and sets the helmet aside.

From this one shot. It's mildly funny in context but when I read this out loud to my bf, I did a sing-song voice for Coradris line and cracked myself up so bad I could barely get through the sentence 🫣

A line from your fic that makes you sad

The water is leaking from his face again. He never knows when this is going to start up, and he doesn't know how to make it stop. 

From The Nature of Fire

A line from your fic you’re proud of

 An echo of warmth still lives in his hand where they had touched, where they exchanged glimpses of some fundamental inner part of the other. What had the priest sensed? He can hardly guess, but he knows what he saw. That soft-spoken, soft-hearted, soft-handed priest has a will like the ocean in a storm.

From Idle in their Thrones

A line from your fic you think could have been better

A small task. Sewing is easy for him. The rest — trying to dredge up some understanding of the mess he's gotten himself into — will take a little more effort.

From IITT, during the confrontation at the mythic dawn cave. Got the idea across but there's pieces missing... that whole chapter came out a little hamfisted.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“The Chalice of Reversal,” [Thadon] wails, and clutches at Tanis’s sleeve. “You must retrieve it, champion, or else..."

From TNOF. Fuck Syl for stealing it but man like YOU gave out these drugs it's on you to keep ye olde magickal naloxone on hand

A line from your fic that makes you go ‘aww’

[Rona] lays a gentling hand on [Little Makob's] arm. “Mind your volume, tadpole. Come, why don’t you fetch me my crutch and we can go sit by the fire and talk?”

A line from your fic that’s full of symbolism

From this one-shot. Something something people who are patient and gentle with upset children

When the Black Hound is off the leash, his people used to say, pick a god and start praying.

In TNOF but first referenced in IITT. The reader only sees Tanis past his "prime" mercenary days, so it's meant to take on a little different timbre when it comes up in the stories. And blah blah blah the themes the themes

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

But Irathi put them up at a nice inn, and they spent their evenings drinking with a crazy old alchemist who lived in the basement.

From IITT. Sinderion :)

A line from your fic that’s shocking

The hot smell of offal presses the back of his throat like a blunt, insistent finger.

From TNOF. Discovered recently I like writing stuff that is gross and I grossed myself out with this one.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

“My little beasts of inspiration,” Tall-Trees-Falling explains drily, as she affixes a spiral shell to one of them, forming a claw. “Perhaps one will strike you.”

Tall-Trees-Falling is a one-note character in the Shivering Isles DLC who mostly stands around lamenting that she sucks at writing. Relatable, but I thought of all the time I spent unable to write or draw....i wasn't just, like, doing nothing. So I made her a sculptor.

But it's a funny thing where if you're not doing The Creative Act that you have tied to your identity, it can sometimes feel like it doesn't count. She's like "oh I build life-size fantastical creatures out of trash and shit I find on the beach but it's whatever." I'm a little like this with my hobbies. I spent years learning different fiber arts and gardening techniques and fucking CARPENTRY but it only recently occurred to me that I was referring to that period as some kind of creative dead zone because I wasn't drawing. Anyway her gag is that she is making immobile sculptures so they can't strike, but she keeps at it anyway.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

What was the Colin McGinn scandal and what made it relate to the handjob tweet?

Colin mcginn was (still is ig, have not checked how he’s doing lately) a philosopher at the university of Miami who resigned from his post in totally-not-disgrace after it was revealed he was involved in an astonishingly inappropriate relationship with one of his graduate students. This included (among other revelations) his referring in conversations with her to essays as “handjobs” since, haha, get it? You write them with your hands. (He went on to accuse the administration hounding him about this of being too unsophisticated to grasp the humour involved.)

This was an occasion for widespread relief in the discipline, since he was generally acknowledged to be (at best) an insufferably self-important blowhard well past his prime. Shortly before his downfall, for example, he published three book-length monographs in the space of one year, including probably the worst philosophy of physics monograph from a serious press in the recent past. He took considerable and vocal pride in this accomplishment

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:V: Crawl out through the Fallout:

:V: Crawl out through the Fallout (Fallout): 

Who doesn't like a good nuclear apocalypse?

You sure can meet an interesting set of characters in the wasteland 

For reference, While I have only really played Fallout 4,  the verse is entirely open to adaptation into any of the franchise games as Rosie wanders all around the US as a drifter . If you have any specific plot ideas, let me know! 

S.P.E.C.I.A.L  Stats:

Strength:  7

Perception: 9

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 10

Intelligence: 8

Agility: 5

Luck: 10

Special Perks: 

Rad Resistant

Cannibal

Lead Belly

Steady Aim

Armorer

Sniper

Black Widow

Wasteland Whisperer

Scrapper

Gun Nut

Sneak

Fortune Finder

Scrounger

The Plot Background: 

Rosita Roselyn, "Rosie" was born in Boston,  Massachusetts well after the world had fallen to its nuclear war. But that's about the limit of what she knows about her birth ; whether she was artificially born as a fault experiment or she is just a new breed of wastelander is entirely up to debate. Not even she knows the truth. Only what's been told to her.

As a toddler, Rosie's parents were killed by Gunners. The hitman, Nova von Ritter, not knowing there was a child involved, couldn't help but feel the vague sense of guilt in leaving the kid behind, so she took the brat in. With the notion at the back of her mind that said brat would maybe be worth someone someday with her mutant cat features. 

For most of her youth until she was about 13, Rosie was raised among the gunner gang as an honorary member ; taught the marksman skill, the armoring, the blacksmithing, and all the vital skills it would have taken to be a prime gunner when she finally hit that age to go out on hits with the adults. She loved them as her family, the ache of her lost parents barely there anymore, until she lost the Gunners too.

Though all the Gunners played a role in Rosie's upbringing, Nova was still her primary "parent" responsible for her. Nova von Ritter was always known to be the wild card of the gang, more concerned with her own comfort and well being before anyone else at her core, but a damn good mercenary when push comes to shove, with her pension for violence. If you could look past her innate need for rebellion. When years passed, Rosie getting older, the gunners came down harder on Nova to be a good example and get her shit together. Insulted, she decided on her own she had outgrown the gunners, and the life of raiders seemed more up her alley. 

In the dead of night she says she’s going on a mission and taking Rosie out to “Break her in” , but they never did return. From 13 to 18, Rosie’s life had been turned upside down, unable to transition from a military life of routine to the unregulated chaotic life of raiders. Taunted, beaten, pushed around, and sometimes worse , only ever vaguely protected by Nova on the grounds it would make her tougher. She learned thievery and some level of makeshift rigging, but that was the limit from savages.

 When she was left in a cage to starve and be used as bait, that was the final straw to break away and fully escape into the big scary world of nuclear fallout. 

Rosie had developed a talent by utilizing her strange mutant features, a mastery of thievery. With maxed out charisma and a ridiculous amount of luck on her side, she’s made a life for herself wandering the states collecting shiny goods and tinkering with stolen weapons, she has very few cares in the world besides when she eats and where she’s gonna sleep. Along the way she gained a companion out of a stray german shepherd (Sergeant) and a mutant hound( Major) found beside the corpse of a mutant. She’s even found sanctuary among a mirelurk colony after accidentally subduing the Queen in order to save her life and her hounds. Learning mirelurk is a crafty language on hand when wandering the wasteland with all its unholy beasts. Deathclaw is her 3rd language. 

Ultimately, Rosie’s life is one of a drifter looking for her next fix of adventure in the company of strange interesting figures that call the wasteland their home.

Fun Character Details: 

  ◇  Despite what people think ( though, likely don’t care about ) , not all mirelurk colonies are the same. They don’t all just get along, and recognize each other through a certain pattern of movement and even scents. Rosie can recognize her colony and communicate with them through a series of clicking and imitation gestures like snapping her hands like claws, walking around in a certain pattern, and swaying. She knows her colony’s look, scent, and gestures that identifies her with them (After all, what's safer protection than living with a colony of giant acid spitting crabs??)

Rosie finds it highly offensive when people think she can just jump in with any colony and that all mirelurk are the same. They are all individual groups. Rosie got Charisma but it takes time and she’s gotta charm the right wasteland monster to save her tail (aka. Charm the Queen = how she accidentally got adopted into her colony) .

Also offensive to think she speaks cat because she is half cat. Most cats are assholes and they fight because they harass her dogs. 

  ◇   Rosie has an absolutely ungodly fixation with shiny things and will do crazy things to get it. She’s a little thief and if it catches her attention, she will go to the extremes to nab it. This often gets her into major trouble, but shiny is shiny!! You likely know she’s camped out in a spot if you come across a bunker with a mass amount of random shiny objects all piled together– items she collected, but couldn’t take when she had to leave that spot. Ironically, once she has it, she eventually loses interest and just hoards it. Hence why she has no problem leaving it behind after a while, taking only what has value enough to trade or still kept her attention. She is just an irrational lil collector. Even her dogs Judge her when she gets weird with her pile. All her armor is also 80% stolen (from both living and dead)

◇  She can be brought out by nice and interesting shiny things. And items that chime and ring, like any cat. Someone holds her back or she falls for it. She’s literally only alive by sheer luck and instinct. Trained gunner brain vs impulsive animal brain. 

   ◇  When it comes to her two hounds, Rosie has had Sergeant, the German Shepherd, since she was a young girl. She got him while he was a puppy , when she was still a little girl among the Gunners. It was a gift from the head  gunner to her, when they found a stray puppy lost while they were on a job. He brought it back to Rosie, and she took him with her when Nova dragged her along to the raiders. It's the reason Sergeant is a lot like a military dog because they taught him commands, how to run supplies, to how to be a defensive attack dog for little Rosie. Because of the events that happened while with the raider group, Sergeant gets viciously aggressive if someone tries to forcefully get between him and Rosie, or when you try to force him into a cage or into a separate room. Dog turns from cool and collected to an absolute feral mad dog, and he’s honestly Rosie’s biggest comfort dogo. He’s grown with her, he’s a rather old dog. Rosie’s other mutant hound, Major, was found beside the body of a dead super mutant who Rosie can only assume was his master. Left out in the open, the poor dog looked like he was starving, but refused to leave the side of its decaying super mutant, even going so far as to defend the body from other wasteland creatures that tried to get it. He had been covered in wounds from those fights, looked close to death, and Rosie with her natural instinct wanted to help the dog. Using her Charisma she’s able to pacify the mutant, offer him food to occupy him, and use her own scare supplies to clean up and bandage his wounds. She camped out in the same area and kept up the routine for a good week before the hound would fully trust her, and once he did Rosie wanted to take him along with her. She dug up a nice hole and hulled the decaying super mutant piece by piece into the hole, then buried it. Once buried, Major seemed to have finally made his peace, and happily went along with Rosie. Major is much younger than Sergeant, and Rosie estimates he’s only a few years old( aka. A puppy) despite being literally as big as she is and twice her weight. He’s more for intimidation and muscle, and alerts both Rosie and Sergeant of danger when they’re all sleeping together in a pile.

◇  Because of her experiences, Rosie has never really formed any kind of real or intimate relationships. She's in her early 20s but the only companions she’s ever had has been with her dogs. She can charm people, she can flirt and talk a big game to aid with her thievery– but to actually go all the way? For someone to actually show interest in her? Rosie.exe shuts down. She freezes and doesn’t know what to do and loses confidence if she doesn’t have a full thought out plan. She’s had crushes but has never actually tried to pursue anyone. She wears gunner goggles because she thinks she looks cool and they protect her eyes, but she also wonders if that turns people away from liking her. She is a sensitive cat thing!!