#hurt not much comfort

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

So I have like a couple chapters planned for this little fic, like 5 or so so far, idk [the number is steadily increasing- got like 23 planned by this point its insane]. And I figured I could prob post on tumblr since i dont know much bout other sites lol. [Tryna see if I can get AO3 tho]

The jist is that I love TF Earthspark, but they again screwed over Star when it wasn't even set up for that after season 1. They did so anyway and I have so much Star angst rotating in my brain, especially after that scene in the last ep of S3 where he was having a goddamn tea party with corpses. Also thinking about how he lived without energon in there, and the chaos energy effects, and how in that rage plague episode everyones behavior was so damn Starscream influence coded that my first theory had been that chaos energy was leaked and Bee had contracted it from the lightning.

a couple of the chaps are gonna be named after episodes in S3.

Summary: Star is isolated and bugged up by chaos energy to function without energon and plays with corpses like dolls and begs for a rescue that never comes [In actuality I am constructing a wack ass eventual good ending for da boi somehow-]. The chaos shit gives him fits of blind rage~

AO3 fic link

Next chapter: No Soldier Left Behind

Chapter 1: The Need For Read

The perception of time has always been a funny thing. Cybertronians, humans, any complex being amongst the stars clocked it differently. For Starscream, any means of organizing it was always a tactical, professional asset. If you thought time could be used recreationally without thought, you were a fool. Any time that wasn’t strictly clasped into submission to fill its roll would become sluggish, warped, and glitchy at best. It was yet another one of those things that would never be your friend.

Like now, for instance, Starscream was bored. So. Unbelievably. Bored. 

So he paced. He had to think of something to get out of this Primus forsaken Titan. After obtaining the full power of the shattered Emberstone with Spitfire and Aftermath’s help, his memory had become filled with even more oh so helpful static. How had he lost? He had the Decepticon army, even if it was rather miniscule on Earth. He had the power of a Prime. A Titan under his will. He had it all under control. All planned out. Everything had gone perfectly! 

Something had happened when the chaos energy sparked from the corrupted Emberstone had flooded his systems. All he remembered seeing after borrowing Spitfire and Aftermath’s shards, and creating his gauntlet became… glazed in red light. He should have crushed the autobots and begun reshaping this pathetic planet into New Cybertron! Not suddenly have the power be ripped away from him as this useless Titan ceased its pathetic functioning! What the frag happened?! 

Nothing about that was right. No one should have stood in his way–

As Starscream began to pace faster, he growled and red lightning fluttered across the surface beneath his peds. The crimson light flickered in his vision but he only felt the jolt in his spark that made his violent rage rise.

“WHAT THE FRAG?! I cannot believe this. Of course. Of course! No. They should have all been ground to ASH beneath my ped. HOW did this happen?! HOW?! I obtained the most powerful weapon on this planet and STILL they pull some miracle out of their afts to-to MOCK ME?! I AM GOING TO KILL ALL OF THEM.” He slammed a fist against the wall, then proceeded to shoot his plasma cannon rapidly; they only created a meager dent. 

He vented shakily before turning back to look at Spitfire and Aftermath, still lazily collapsed across the floor. With the Emberstone power released again shouldn’t they be getting off their afts by now? Perhaps they were still in stasis. He did suppose that the shard they carried sparked them, but surely they couldn’t be this reliant on a rock for the entirety of their function. The Terrans didn’t need pieces of the Emberstone to tramps around, so why should these two? They just needed energon. Or… whatever it was they ran on. Cave water…? Starscream recognized as his energy levels drifted down again, that the chaotic crimson lightning around them was retreating into the atmosphere and elsewhere in the Titan. Fuel would become a problem for all three of them if they didn’t find a way out of this. 

What were the other Decepticaons doing? Pit, what were the Autobots doing?

Why hadn’t anyone come for them? He shouldn't be foolish enough to think the cons would try and break him out of this, especially if they’re now being hunted by the bots again. But at least the Autobrats wouldn’t just leave them up here in limbo. They wouldn’t trust it. They knew he was going to get out of here without them right? The idiots. 

Then again, Starscream walked over to one of the Titan’s optic windows, apparently those Malto’s had created some sort of barrier around them and this part of the city. The scattered chaotic energy was made into some sort of odd weather pattern. Perhaps the bots thought this was enough. And he had seen a couple cons running around down there too. So the plan was to just leave them there. Of course.

He clasped his hands behind his back with a tense hold on his wrist to release some pressure within him. Then began to pace again in front of the window. Observing the happenings below, at some point he spotted Breakdown and Bumblebee conversing to some degree through the barrier. Then they started playing… card games? What idiots. Did they think they could have some sort of petty friendship through all this? They’re just a couple of low-grade fools down there. Laughing, having a bit of silly banter. Pathetic.

Starscream scoffed and commented through a sneer with a roll of his optics, “How quaint.”

Yet he watched. A part of him wishing he could join in. But that was too ridiculous of a feeling to indulge. 

The two rustbuckets eventually dispersed and he found himself searching the sky instead. Then he spotted two jets shooting through the air, dodging clouds and shooting upwards in an attempt to ram the force field. His spark skipped in his chassis and he flung himself up against the optic window.

“SKYWARP! THUND- er–” Starscream cleared his throat with an embarrassed laugh, “N-novastorm! Hey! Get your afts down here and help me! What are you doing up there!? You can’t just ram an energy barrier you fools– Hey hey WAIT!” He hit his fist against the window again as he yelled desperately in an effort to gain their attention, but they couldn’t hear him. 

They didn’t even look his way. Like he wasn’t even a second thought. After they gave up their useless ramming idea they just flew back down to ground level. Never hesitating and only voicing complaints to each other that he too couldn’t understand, although he could imagine.

Starscream’s wings tipped down in his own defeat. His expression was dismayed until the crimson lightning returned in a wave through the Titan and it twisted into a pained fury. Of course they don’t care.

“FINE! BE THAT WAY! SEE WHAT I CARE! I CAN GET OUT OF HERE WITHOUT YOU USELESS MECHS! See–” Starscream’s voice crackled a dangerous, humorless laugh– “THIS is exactly why you can’t count on anyone but yourself. THIS is why I never went out of my way to help those two. What have they ever done for me?! Whatever. They can get scrapped by those chaos clouds for all I care. Heheh… Oh you two understand don’t you?” He glanced back at the chaos Terrans as his eyes flickered between their blue and red. “Hm… I suppose we can’t have you rusting on the floor forever now can we.” 

The chaos lightning leaves Starscream’s optics again, the odd surges going unnoticed by the mech in question. He first hefted Aftermath into a makeshift chair with significant effort. The mech was far too bulky to be convenient if you asked him. Then he went to Spitfire to carefully lift her smaller frame from the floor and thoughtfully sit her up against Aftermath on a table of sorts around the dimly lit spark of the Titan. 

“Ugh, why must you two still be powered down? Even if you might not contribute much at all in getting us out of here, at least you could be more entertaining than this.” Starscream waved a hand judgmentally at them, and Spitfire had the gall to fall down face first from her position. “Oh don’t give me that sass Spitfire, I outrank you!” He scolded, to which she motionlessly mocked him. He gasped and put a hand to his chest dramatically, “How DARE you! It’s not MY fault– the-” Then Aftermath just stared at him with that stupid expression, and his head tilted to the side accusingly. “EXCUSE ME that you two had the last of the shards in you that I needed. You shouldn’t require those rocks to continue your function, and I don’t have them anymore anyway, the chaos energy exploded everywhere. So why has it not returned to you yet? That isn’t my doing! You just want to take your sweet time to spite me.” Starscream crossed his arms in a huff after having been animatedly waving them around. 

After perhaps waiting a moment for a response his ped started tapping, and he hummed. “Hmm… we really need to find some means of fuel in this dump. Perhaps that is all you scrap heaps need to get moving.” 

Starscream began wandering around the little room. Inspecting the streaks across the surfaces, the fact that the centerpiece topped with a glowing green orb was still lit, and the oddly organic flora sprouted around them. The light was clearly from the Titan’s dormant spark, and he doubted they could siphon power from it. The energon extractor spear likely wouldn’t work for that purpose, and he didn’t wish to test his luck and make the thing collapse with them in it. When Starscream reached out to touch the orange tinted bulb protruding from the tip of the flora, a flit of crimson static shocked him and he yelped as he flinched back. 

Well, obviously the chaos energy is power, and was the core of those chaos Terrans. So surely he just needed to gather more of it again. This he was sure the spear could accomplish. 

He retrieved the device from the table and stabbed it into the wall to pull out more of the escaped chaos energy from it. Then, pointed the spear at spitfire first, he always did like her better. He carefully operated it to release a stream of the gathered energy into the vacant spot left in her chassis. Lightning erupted across her frame and even leaked a bit into Aftermath as she leaned against him. But after her shaking subsided, and the energy depleted, she didn’t move any more than that. 

Disappointing. And infuriating. 

“AAAUGH! Why didn’t that work!?” Starscream’s hand holding the spear shook as the energy it loved was attracted to him, red flickering in his blue optics. He growled and pulled his free hand down his face, exasperated. Then threw the spear across the room, “Useless!” and stomped back over to the optic window.

As he looked down at the stupid landscape below, he spotted Bumblebee and… Trash and Mo? Trash was probably not the correct name but he didn’t care. It was funny. How did they get inside? Oh wouldn’t that make Breakdown happy, that the bug had known how to get inside yet never freed his supposed friend. 

Then they actually looked up at him. This made anger surge in his spark. He wasn’t some sort of sight to see in a museum! 

Starscream banged against the optic window and yelled, “You like what you see you slagging BRATS? Come up here and fight me cowards! This is all YOUR fault! You did this! Especially that little human and HER STUPID CYBER SLEEVE! The Emberstone should have never been discovered by you IDIOTS! Maybe none of this would have happened if you had kept your grimy little meat stumps out of where they DON’T BELONG!” His vents cycled rapidly as the red electricity surged through him, his vision now clouded in crimson. “You want to be little Primus damned HEROES but you are NOTHING but yet another threat to Cybertronian kind after the war! Mandroid huh? Guess what! He needed Quintus’ power for his death machine! We would not have needed saving if YOU didn’t exist!” 

Now he was caught between pacing and destroying any surface leading to outside. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore. Why he was saying it. The kids had helped Decepticons and him directly back then when they had never needed to. He wasn’t mad at them. He wasn’t. He hated G.H.O.S.T. He hated Megatron. He hated plenty of people. But how could he blame kids for any of this?

In this moment he fully felt again the power of the corrupted Emberstone stringing along his movements. His whole frame was shaking and his optics sparked violently as his weapons shot red plasma at the glass that was hardly fazed. 

Eventually the chaotic energy died down and Starscream fell to his knees in the carnage. He shuttered as his vision flickered back into the correct hues. He forcibly straightened the speed of his vents as he pulled himself off the floor to whip around and face the chaos Terrans with a wild grin plastered on his faceplate. 

“Oh I could never be mad about the existence of you two sweet sparks though right?!” Starscream’s optic twitched as his voice cracked. He strutted over to the two husks and bent down to put a hand around each of their shoulders. “We’re in this Pit together! It’ll be great! HAHA! YES!” He broke off again to grab the spear and prance around the room theatrically. “We will get out of here and show them all that we aren’t done yet, right guys?! Right! You agree with me Aftermath! Spitfire you know you still have to prove to that Twitch one you are superior, and we can’t do that from here! HAH! Well, maybe we could pretend–”

With a lack of books, it is a quite common thing in history to create stories orally, after all.

[emotionyetpeace]

Hiding

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: After escaping Zygerria, Anakin starts thinking about what has happened to him. Written for Whumptober 2022.

Read on AO3

[glorious-spoon]

i know we all laugh (mostly fondly) about the paper-thin plots in porn that only exist to make the sex happen, but i was reading some old stargate fic over the weekend, and i really think we're sleeping on the paper-thin hurt/comfort plot that only exists to force the characters to FEEL THINGS.

like, is this scenario realistic? no. does it make any rational sense? no. does it provide a built-in excuse for a character to collapse, bloody and disoriented, into the arms of his beloved/friend/partner? obviously, that's the whole point of this exercise.

i love it. it's my favorite thing in the world.

[basalting]

after jasons death bruce "accidentally" slips harvey a crowbar while hes in arkham and kisses his cheek and says, voice soft and colder than ice, "make him hurt for me honey"

it takes 6 guards to sedate and drag two face off the joker the next time two face sees him and for the rest of their lives as soon as harvey sees the joker he goes after him like a rabid dog.

[timethehobo]

The visual of Emmy being absolutely devastated and heartbroken during the period Rook went missing kept coming up. 😔

[sheikfangirl]

"Shhh Link... I'm right here. We're home. It's okay... "

♥ Hurt & Comfort time ♥

Post-Totk Link is still plagued with nightmares of the Light Dragon, Gloom Hands, Phantom Ganon...Puppet Zelda...loneliness.

He wakes up at night screaming, hyperventilating, sobbing. But Zelda is there and she comforts him with love, kindness and patience! Like Link did for her Post-Botw.

It's gonna take time...but Link is gonna be fine ♥ Zelda too.

They are all gonna be fine and live happily ever after!!!

And Hateno domestic fluff resumes.

Gotta love when Zelda comforts her knight

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[nipuni]

Some sketches of Ellie taking care of Alec 🤭

[octo-blobs]

i drew more of them. mold spores multiplying in my procreate files

[bunnieswithknives]

AU based off Nature except I kept thinking about it too hard. Dales not a good dad, but its such an easy problem for him to throw money at, and what do you do when a part is damaged? Well, you replace it.

Basically an AU where Dev gets to experience medical trauma and realizes much sooner how much his dad doesn't love him

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

This marks the end of season 3 episode references, and actually has some direct dialogue, hah. Starscream just wanted to get out of one cage and gets landed into another as we all know how that scene goes. So this chapter shows a bit of leadup to what little we did see and the flavor of unhinged the situation is making him. Bro is erratic af and constantly wanting to act like everything is great and definitely not shit lmao.

Previous Chapter: No Soldier Left Behind

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Lingering Ghosts

Chapter 3: Judgement Day

Starscream might just have been starting to lose his processor a bit. Maybe. No he wasn’t. He was fine! He could live forever in this corpse and had plenty of time to get out eventually! 

Sure, A.M and Sprite still weren’t talking, they definitely weren’t, and that was a drag; but such minor details! Yes the walls seem to be made of some absurdly sturdy rock that laughed at any dent he made. That could be managed with time! He just needed to be patient. Especially with all other Decepticons jumping planet, the Autobots had to come for him soon! The Terrans can operate the door. It’d be easy for them. Then they’d be out. It’ll all come together any time now!

A chaos surge pulsed through the Titan and interrupted Starscream’s scheduled pacing session. His peds were stopped in their tracks as the electricity forced his frame to convulse in place. As the surge dissipated, he stumbled and his wings vibrated with the lingering sparks. Although the energy boost that resulted was invigorating, it made something swim in his processor that gave an addled warning. He ignored it as usual. He couldn’t be bothered with the feeble gripes his frame would give him. It should be grateful it still functioned and leave it at that. 

Starscream vented indignantly as he straightened himself and addressed the room, “It is rude to be interruptive, you know.”

“They should call you whiner instead of screamer.” 

Starscream flinched at Spitfire’s voice, which sounded not entirely like herself. Because, of course, she wasn’t talking. He knew that. He did! Yet he responded with a flick of his wings and a retort, “I should call you Spitty instead of Sprite.” He laced his tone with an exuberant amount of snark one might see in a teenager, pointing a digit at her accusingly.

He foolishly found himself waiting a moment for her to give in further to the banter, which she did not. She just sat there with her arms folded disapprovingly as he had propped her to be. This knocked at his spark in a way that made his tank twist. 

“Oh the silent treatment again, how mature.” Starscream tipped his helm with a roll of his optics, and drifted in the direction of the two chaos Terrans. “If you are ready to finally online your optics and your vocalizer– instead of just chaos energy transmitted thoughts– then why don’t you just get up already?” He prodded Spitfire’s helm rather forcefully in tandem with the last couple words, which caused her to fall over in defeat, and he scoffed. “Your charade is getting increasingly old, Spitty. You cannot continue to convince me that you are incapable of functioning, as you ping my communicator with nonsense.” Starscream shook the little drone’s frame, then picked her up to squint at her faceplate. She could be conscious while in stasis, he supposed. The voice he heard had to have come from somewhere, and perhaps with the surges of energy through the Titan, she was able to send a signal to him. Although she used those moments for extremely petty means. Yet then why couldn’t he induce a connection directly by infusing her chassis with the power? Not that he had tried that…

Starscream pulled his optics away from Sprite’s and made certain to control his frustration as he placed her down against Aftermath again. She was the brains of the two kids, so of course she would tap into some special ability or whatever this was while A.M. hadn’t. That could make sense. The theory about the chaos energy linking them is perfectly viable. Even if tests performed to prove it hadn’t exactly yielded consistent results, it was still the only explanation he would accept. He wasn’t crazy.

“Fine…” Starscream ex-vented in defeat at her continued unresponsiveness and circled the table. “Well, even if you insist on carrying on with this game, I intend on orchestrating something with more reliable results. I am sure we all have been having great fun with our little plays I've directed thus far! So, how about another? It is not like you two have much of a choice if you don’t want to move–” He tried in vain to perhaps bait them out of their catatonic state– “Oh well!” Alas, yet again, no movement. They were clearly absolutely ecstatic to take part in his newest adventure! Well, more like a continued fantasy.

Starscream proceeded to collect his assortment of makeshift props he had constructed over the past… however many cycles it’d been. He’d created artifacts, datapads, his crown, cups, energon cubes, some figurines of a select few characters; an assortment of things to add to a scene. His favorite was his crown, of course, although it wasn’t nearly as illustrious as he would prefer it. There is only so much a mech could do with rock, scraps of metal, and meager organic material. 

Starscream’s favorite story to tell was pre-war, what led to its start, and how perfectly everything could have gone differently. He loved to play out and regale the terrans of his days in the High Guard, the scientific community, his trine. A bit more intriguingly, about Megatron before he showed himself as the slagger he is, or the history around the counsel of Primes. Recounting such topics would occasionally lead to unwelcomed reactions from his processor, but they were still entertaining. More particularly when he bent history to his whim, actually. Reality could often be overrated, after all. 

For instance, a fabulous divergence into a realm where Starscream himself had rallied the Decepticon cause, and Megatron never existed. He began his tale with a grandiose speech about the struggles presented by the caste system and how Cybertron’s current leadership was corrupt and outdated. Sprite was given Thundercracker’s roll and Aftermath Skywarp’s. He would occasionally have them back him up as perfect little supporting characters, aside from a couple moments of Thundercracker questioning his approach, but that was typical. Skywarp was wholly on board with purging the Primes from their positions and instating themselves in their place. Of course, Starscream would be Cybertron’s Emperor, but Skywarp and Thundercracker were given plenty of power of their own by his side! So they had no further complaints in his world. Everyone loved him and listened to everything he had to say with the utmost interest and consideration!

The Titan shook rudely in the middle of a rather important scene, which caused Starscream to yelp and bark at it to stop, calling out to whatever was causing it. He stomped over to the optic window, and scanned what surroundings he could, eventually casting his gaze to the sky. Oh. The Quintessons were here. 

“THE QUINTESSONS ARE HERE?!” Starscream exclaimed vocally in a far less calm manner as he jumped back from the glass. Fear tugged at his spark as he tried to comprehend why those galactic menaces had stationed ships over his head. “I… I do suppose Quintus’ most significant relic was unearthed on this planet and subsequently exploded at this location…” He began to pace. The Quintessons were rather obsessed with Quintus as well, so of course they would have kept their sensors alert to any signs of their Prime’s power. “Ah… that is not going to be good.” Starscream decided as his peds locked in place. 

He glanced out at the growing chaos outside. Could he use it to his advantage? Did they know he was here? He hoped they wouldn’t decide to just nuke the Titan with him inside. What were they doing? Were they going to destroy the other Terrans? Were they going to try and collect the shattered sparks of the Emberstone? What would the Autobots do? They wouldn’t care unless it were a danger to their interests. Are they down there? Would they enter the Titan to elicit his assistance? What could all of this entail?!

The crimson lightning littering the Titan shuttered up his frame and his wings shook. His optics flickering from red to blue rapidly.

He couldn’t do anything.

He was stuck. Powerless. Left at the whim of his enemies.

Starscream abruptly in-vented and whipped around back to face Spitfire and Aftermath at their table. “Never mind that!” He laughed and ushered their cups back into their servos, since they kept dropping them. “With me as your Emperor, I can assure you that everything is absolutely fine and under control!! Nothing at all to worry about! Now–” He retrieved the energon extractor spear as his own prop as a show of his power– “Back to what’s actually important: delegating duties and all of you reminding me how awesome I am!”

“You are a pathetic excuse of a leader.” Spitfire’s echoed communication told him.

Starscream’s optic twitched and they flashed red as he quickly bit back in a disdainfully sing-song voice, “Wrong line Thundercracker!! What you meant to say was: Oh Starscream, you are so wise and perfect and always know what to do! How could we ever manage without you!” 

“Tch. You’re delusional.”

Starscream’s wings vibrated with the chaotic energy and his vents quickened, his grip tightening on the spear, then yelled “I AM NO SUCH THING AND YOU WILL CEASE THIS INSUBORDINATION!” Suddenly, he was right in Spitfire’s face and aiming the weapon at her threateningly. He blinked rapidly as his vision shifted from blue to red. He stared at her dead face. At his shaking servo ready to carve out her spark. Over two sentences. He had told Megatron the exact same things many times. What was he doing?

Starscream’s optics realigned and he pulled away from the table. He cleared his throat, “Moving on…” and pulled up a grin to his faceplate to reassume his role. They both had their own little outbursts. It didn’t matter.

Not long later, they were interrupted from their imaginary energon tea when the door opened. The door– it was open! Starscream had jumped with a yelp so intense that his crown clattered to the ground, but he didn’t care about that anymore. He had visitors!! He could be getting out of this Primus forsaken place! He didn’t care who it was. Prime? The bug– Hashtag! Oh maybe he could negotiate with them!

“Welcome, welcome! Lovely to see you all!” Starscream greeted emphatically with a slight bow to the newcomers. The bug’s first response was to point a gun at him, and dismiss his presence for some apparently more important conversation with the bot Prowl. He would be offended if his nerves weren’t through the roof, like where he’d like to be right now. He quickly put his servos up placatingly and couldn’t help the scared noises that escaped his vocalizer.

Starscream couldn’t care less what the bug was rambling about, but it sure sounded like some inspiring Autobot slag. He inched closer to Hashtag’s side with the spear held up to his chassis in an attempt to look non-threatening. “Perhaps I should wait outside…” He tried desperately. Given their disinterest, why should they care if he saw himself out? The door was right there… left completely open. Taunting him. But the little orange dinobot bit his leg and drug him swiftly away, “D-augh!” This caused him to lose his grip on the spear which landed in Hashtag's servos. That’d be fine! He could absolutely convince her of the value an alliance with him could be!

As the bug came to the end of his speech, Starscream tried rapidly clapping with a show of enthusiasm for whatever he’d just spouted out. He’d hoped it would show some sort of goodwill and support, but it just got the bot’s aggressive energy directed towards him with a blaster again. He vented anxiously as he tried to show he meant no harm. Evidently, the mechs continued on with their conversation again, leaving him to swat at the slagging dinobot sparkling that insisted on nipping at his peds.

Starscream’s attention was caught however when he heard reference to him within their string of words. Prime wanted to send him to a brig? Wait wait– no! That wasn’t how this was supposed to go! 

He whimpered as Prowl approached and tried to back away. “B-but you need me! The quintessons are notoriously vicious- for the small price of freedom I’m willing to freelance for the autobots an– AAAHAHOW!” A sharp jab stabbed through his back and shot violent electricity through his frame. This time the energy wasn’t intent on aiding his energon reserves but instead weaponizing it. Ah right. The spear.

The world went dark as he fell heavily to the ground.

When his optics finally onlined again, he was alone. His processor and spark ached. Pit, everything did. Where was he? The Titan? It was quiet…

Starscream groaned with a servo to his helm as he pulled himself off the floor. Then when he looked up to survey the room, he froze. 

He was back in G.H.O.S.T.’s Pit. Scrap.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Why?"

That one word sent a shock through Danny's system, like he was back in the portal being electrocuted all over again. Still, he knew what was at stake, so even though that look on Tim's face made him want to fall to his knees and explain everything, he knew he couldn't.

Instead, he raised his gun as the portals filling the sky multipled and merged together as the ghost zone tried to absorb their reality. Channeling his inner Dan, he gave Tim a mocking smirk, What? You didn't think all that was real, did you?"

"You...you're lying!"

Danny tilted his head at an angle he knew would look as smug and condescending as possible, and judging by the burst of rage he felt coming from Nightwing a few rooftops over, it worked. "Tim, you know better." He said in Bruce's voice, It was the exact thing Bruce had told them when they were starting thier relationship.

Everyone had disapproved when he had brought his new boyfriend home a few months after meeting at the skatepark. Bruce hated Danny from the get-go, more suspicious of him than he had been with any of the batkids' previous partners.

Danny opened his mouth to mock him more but was quickly cut off by a punch to the face, not by Nightwing, or by Robin, who was still racing towards him at seemingly Mach speeds. Nope. It was Hood, who looked madder than Danny had ever seen him, surprising both Tim and Danny alike.

"You did all of this just to steal our souls and trap us in some weird afterlife dimension as your slaves?!"

Danny had no idea where the slaves thing came from, but it sounds villainous, so Danny's gonna go with it, "Of course!"

[sp0o0kylights]

I keep seeing gif sets and photos of Steve's injuries from fighting the bats and I keep thinking someone should write a fanfic where he successfully defends everyone in that scene and then just *drops.*

He's done. Taken out. Needs serious medical care and cannot be easily moved. Is trying to keep a straight face but keeps hissing through his teeth, voice breaking, whining and wiggling away when people try to touch him.

Cue Robin and Nancy setting out to figure out how the hell to get out (and get Steve help) while Eddie is left behind.

With Steve.

In the Upside Version of Steve's house.

Alone.

For a long ass time.

Then Steve starts admitting things to him and Eddie thinks it's a good distraction at first until he slowly realizes that these are Steve's confessions.

His promises to the kids and Robin that he's now passing on to Eddie, because Steve thinks he's going to die.

And that Eddie cannot, will not, let him.

Even if he has to fight Steve himself on the matter.

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A small follow up to this

Phoenix just wants to stay like this so he can listen to Miles' heart beating ;×;