#lostandwander

[lostcybertronian]

Trying to find that post that I THOUGHT I saved about the REAL meaning of Orion's "don't be like Sentinel" because it came off SO wrong to me that he would say that. And I can't articulate what I really think he meant but it sure as shit wasn't "you kill him, and we'll be just like him." Not after that battle with Sentinel's lackeys where a bunch of them got chopped up. No. It's too late for that.

But maybe Orion's verbal stumble was supposed to be a turning point- was designed as a turning point. Not as some mistake on the writers' part regarding Orion's characterization. He was SUPPOSED to say the wrong thing. But I think it was the WRONG wrong thing. Do you know what I mean?

Because there would be no transition from D-16 to Megatron as we know him if Orion successfully de-escalated the situation. And it may have been intentional on the writers' part that we feel the sting of Oh, You Shouldn't Have Said That.

As for Orion leaping in front of Sentinel, I think it could've gone differently. I think Sentinel should've pushed Orion off the abyss, or shot him or stabbed him, and D-16 has to choose between saving his friend and remaining D-16 or killing Sentinel and becoming Megatron.

And Megatron chooses wrong.

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[onefourthbeatnik]

It's okay to be lost.

Most of the time I'm lost and that okay. All I can hope is that I'll find or feel what I'm looking for.

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[lostcybertronian]

I don't think you guys understand when Iron Lung hits theaters I will not be normal ever again I will buy every t shirt and poster I will see it ten million fucking times

[lostcybertronian]

On a less morbid note, I just saw FNAF earlier tonight, and I have One Big Thought:

SPOILERS

The kids that Afton murdered were all from the restaurant. Why was he at a random ass campground in Nebraska stealing Mike’s brother????

The movie makes a half hearted attempt at implying that he did that before the restaurant, and gave Vanessa Garrett’s plane. You could make a loose assumption that he started the restaurant in order to gain easier access to children other than rural campgrounds, also implying he did this to other kids if you traveled a little further down this rabbit hole (haha rabbit pun). But beyond this? There’s really no explanation for why Afton was at the campground prowling for children.

I think it would have made for a better story if Mike’s brother Garrett going missing and the kids going missing from the restaurant were unrelated. There’s already some pretty heavy-handed symbolism here, a pretty direct bridge between Garrett and these five kids and, by extension, Abby. Defeating Springtrap would serve as a metaphorical closure for failing to find who took Garrett and choosing Abby over his past would symbolize Mike’s choosing to move on and let go of his grief and guilt.

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 3

Thanks again to @mega-wave-superior

Prompt: Power

“Again.”

Soundwave crouched, his tentacles unreeling, hovering around his shoulders. The tips of his long, spindly fingers just barely grazed the floor of the sparring room aboard the Nemesis. 

Then he lunged, the broad flat of his arm coming to parry Megatron’s blade as the other mech unsheathed his blade and responded, going for a devastating overhead strike.

They went like this for a few minutes, Megatron’s blade a flurry of violent movement to Soundwave’s calm and calculated precision. Finally, one of Soundwave’s tentacles lashed out, wrapping itself around his bladed arm and pulled, yanking Megatron off-balance. 

He fell forward; Soundwave stepped aside, intending to let gravity tumble him, but Megatron merely swung his momentum around, ripping his arm free and whipping the blade at Soundwave’s helm. The mech ducked back, the blade missing by millimeters. 

It became more difficult to block and sidestep; Soundwave was forced on the defensive as Megatron’s rage got the better of him. He pressed forward, invading Soundwave’s field, red-hot anger pulsing in time with his frantic sword swings. 

But Soundwave was patient. He bided his time until his master once more went for the overhead strike, leaving his chest open. He sent both tentacles at his chestplate, catching Megatron off-guard. He fell solidly on his back with a clang that rang around the wide chamber. 

He fell again when Soundwave’s pede came down hard on his chest, the tip jutting into the delicate cabling of his throat.

Megatron reset his vocalizer, clearly having bitten back some retort. “Let me up.” 

Soundwave obeyed immediately, retreating to a respectful distance before inclining a helm.

Megatron nodded in answer to the unspoken question. “We will continue until I best you.”

Soundwave went to assume a battle stance, but paused when Megatron held up a hand. “You will not let me best you. Understood?”

A slight hesitation. Then, another tilt of the helm. 

Megatron grinned, like a predator about to snatch its prey. “Excellent. Again.”

[lostcybertronian]

Yo Edge of Sleep has NO right being this good holy SHIT

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 7

Last day! I had fun. Thanks one last time to @mega-wave-superior for doing this.

Prompt: Free space - Part two to Day 4

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“Did I not order you to find me when you are experiencing cortex terrors?” Megatron’s voice was sharp, for potential listeners– though there seemed to be none, the halls of the Nemesis were empty at this hour, and any soldier on patrol would be quick to make himself scarce– but through their bond there was only a quiet irritation and a glimpse of the concern he showed only for Soundwave, and even then very rarely. “I had not known you for disobedience, Soundwave.”

“I had not intended to sleep at the console.” Soundwave patched together a few different audio snippets, gathered from conversations around the ship. He did so a few fractions of a second later than he would have, had he been fully rested and alert.

“So, you are also overdue for a recharge cycle.” Megatron noted. “I will not have my officers lacking.”

Perhaps because he was feeling rebellious, or perhaps because he was simply overtired, Soundwave displayed a clip of Starscream, recovering in the medbay after extensive physical punishment, doled out by Megatron himself.

Megatron growled, a low rasp of a sound, and dull notes of anger pulsed through their bond; Soundwave was pushing his limits. “That is different. You are well aware of this.”

Instead of provoking his master and bondmate further, Soundwave inclined his helm in acquiescence. 

They rounded the corner, approaching Megatron’s private quarters. Soundwave stood aside as Megatron input his personal code into the door. It was not automatic, as many of the doors were, and surely the Decepticons onboard would know better than to trespass in their leader’s private space; like most everything else in Megatron’s long, long life, it was an exercise in control. Only Soundwave and, on the odd occasion, Starscream, had ever been granted access.

“You will complete your recharge and refuel cycle here,” he said, once the door had locked behind them, and they truly were alone; Soundwave had no access to surveillance in here, nor would he want it. “And only once it is done may you leave.”

Soundwave tilted his visor from Megatron to the berth, then to the surrounding room and its militaristic, bare-bones design. Faintly, it reminded him of their time as gladiators, and what Megatronus’s room had looked like, then. 

“Yes?” Megatron prodded impatiently, in response to the unspoken.

Soundwave pointed one long finger from Megatron to the berth.

“Will I stay with you?” The response was clipped. He huffed. “A truly ridiculous request.” A pause. “Fine.”

They barely fit; Soundwave’s helm ended up tucked against Megatron’s chestplate as the bigger mech propped himself against the wall and read datapads. 

It wasn’t uncomfortable, Soundwave surmised, and shut himself down for recharge.

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 6

Prompt: Alternate Universe

My pick is Shattered Glass, for Transformers Prime. Again, many thanks to @mega-wave-superior for throwing a MegaSound week.

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“Do you have to get checked out every day?” Miko complained as Soundwave set her down on the berth. “We were supposed to go to the concert!”

Soundwave played a clip of an electric guitar riff across his visor in apology and held his arms out for Knockout to examine his joints. The tips of his long, spindly fingers just about brushed both medbay walls.

“Not every day,” Knockout answered for him. He scanned both of the white-blue mech’s elbow struts, and had him perform a series of slow movements, noting each time the joint grated or locked up. “Every once and a while I like to examine him to see how his joints are doing. Does that hurt, Soundwave?”

Soundwave nodded, and a frowny face appeared on his visor.

“Don’t worry, ‘wave!” Miko patted his leg with her tiny hand. “We’ll jam out to Slash Monkey after this.”

The frowny face turned itself upside down, and all three looked to Megatron as he entered the medbay, the door sliding shut behind him. 

“Any progress, Knockout?” He asked.

Knockout had Soundwave lower his arms, then bent to examine his knees. “The latest batch of metal alloy hasn’t had much effect.” He vented heavily and sat back on his pedes. “Frankly, I’d advise against treating him with any kind of Earth metal, but we just don’t have the parts.”

“If we had the parts, we wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.” It was true. Repairing Soundwave with Earth metal alloys had caused his joints to lock up and hurt. Even Laserbeak refused to dock on his chest anymore, for fear he’d get stuck there.

“Melt down Orion Pax.” Miko suggested. “The fragger deserves it for messing with our ‘Cons.”

Megatron smiled sadly, his blue optics shuttering briefly. “With luck, eventually we’ll find an end to this war.” He took Soundwave’s hand. Squeezed it. “Though, without the war, I would never have met Soundwave.”

“Are you ever gonna tell us how you guys met?” Miko had the expression of someone who had asked a thousand times, and who would ask a thousand more. Knockout admired her tenacity. 

Soundwave and Megatron shared a glance. A series of images flickered across Soundwave’s visor, too fast for the human to catch. 

But Megatron did. He shook his helm. “Maybe one day, Miko, but not today.” He nodded to Knockout, and turned to go. “Keep me apprised, Doctor.”

As he left, he heard Miko exclaim, “hurry up, Doc Knock! We can still make the concert!”

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 4

Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares

Many thanks to @mega-wave-superior for throwing a MegaSound week.

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For as long as he could remember, rumors had circulated the Nemesis about Soundwave. Tall, silent, efficient Soundwave, the most loyal of Megatron’s officers, and the most favored. It was said he spoke only in the presence of Megatron. It was said it was he who stood between Starscream and Megatron’s death, when he had been comatose. It was said he defeated Megatron in battle once, long ago.

The most pervasive and widely believed was that he did not sleep. He watched the ship always, its unwavering eyes and ears.

He sure looked asleep now, Steve couldn’t help but think. He circled the console carefully, eyeing Soundwave— who stood completely and utterly still, his tentacles still interfacing with the flickering screen— for any twitch or jerk. It would be just his luck to stumble into an ambush, though Soundwave was not known for abuse of the lower castes. Not like Starscream. 

When there came no response or other indication that Soundwave was aware of his presence, Steve shrugged and went to leave the bridge and finish his hallway patrol, but the quiet to the point of inaudible jolt of plating forced him to re-evaluate.

He turned, adjusting his optical settings so he could see the minute quiver of Soundwave’s plating, the slight slump of his helm to his chest. His visor flashed, flickering through images too fast for Steve to identify any one. But he got the gist.

It looked like Soundwave was sleeping, after all. And having a nightmare.

Steve stepped forward. Reached out to . . . to what? Touch him? “Officer Soundwave?”

His fingers had just barely brushed the wide plate of Soundwave’s shoulder when the door to the bridge whooshed open. 

“Soldier!” Megatron barked, and Steve immediately retreated, bowing his helm and placing his right arm across his chest. He loomed, cutting a powerful and menacing figure that made Steve’s spark spin in panic. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I-” Steve scrambled for the right words, the right tone of obeisance- “Lord-”

“Never mind.” Megatron shoved past him, approaching Soundwave as the mech straightened, his tentacles retracting. “I require your presence, Soundwave. As for you-” he turned his head to glare at Steve- “continue your duties.”

“Yes, Lord Megatron.” Steve once again bowed his head, stepping aside so his superiors could pass him. He couldn’t help but notice, as they crossed the catwalk, Megatron’s hand at the small of Soundwave’s back.

[lostcybertronian]

A little RatchJack for the TF:One universe.

Summary: Ratchet finds himself intrigued and a little in love with a cogless miner who keeps stumbling into accidents.

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 1

Prompt: Earth / Cybertron

Thanks @mega-wave-superior for their MegaSound week! If there's a collection on A03 I'd like to put it there, as well.

TFP!Soundwave acting as a weathervane his first time on Earth is a REALLY funny concept to me.

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“Ah, Soundwave. How fared your time on this new planet?” Megatron turned from the console at the sound of his officer’s plodding pedesteps and, for the first and only time in several million years, was taken aback. 

Soundwave crossed the catwalk toward them, his armor charred and blackened, the plating of his long, wide arms warped. Small wisps of steam curled from his shoulders, and his frame radiated heat, even from several feet away.

“Well.” Was all Megatron said. He made a gesture. “Do give your report.”

Soundwave’s visor lit up, displaying his first-person view of some unnamed location on the blue-green planet below Nemesis’s current orbit. What looked like a wide, grassy expanse. Above, a blanket of angry black clouds. 

He showed himself trudging through the field for several seconds before speeding the recording up. When it slowed again, the clouds were rumbling.

The recording sped up again. This time, it paused just as Soundwave looked up, right into the branched arc of a white-hot lightning bolt.

“I see.” Megatron said, as Soundwave’s visor flickered off. “We will have to be wary of Earth’s weather patterns.”

Soundwave inclined his helm in agreement. 

“Well done as always, Soundwave.” Megatron reached out, and when Soundwave placed his hand into his he leaned down, placing a kiss to each spindly finger. “Report to the medbay. I will be expecting a full report tonight, in my quarters.”

Another nod, then Soundwave bowed and left, leaving behind a metallic tang of singed plating.

[lostcybertronian]

Heya! Darkstache for "You make me happy" or "I'll keep you safe." :D

Wilford was silent on the ride home from the county jail, his pastel colors muted in the odd lights of the dashboard. He leaned against the window, his breath fogging up the glass.

Dark, for his part, didn't push. Wasn't sure how to push, what switches to flip on this particular version of Wilford. He drove in quiet, punctuated only by the occasional blinker or turn.

"Did I . . . kill somebody?" Finally, the words came.

Dark refrained from informing him he wouldn't be in county jail for something like that, but it helped if one could pull strings with reality. He tightened his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and suppressed the urge to swerve off the interstate. "Of course not."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wilford sit up straight and look at him. "Why do you do that?"

Play dumb. Don't make eye contact. Dark said, perfectly evenly, "Do what?"

"Lie to me."

Dark looked at him. Met his gaze, and couldn't exactly discern what he saw there. "To keep you safe, of course." He looked back out at the road, mostly empty, this time of night. "I'll always keep you safe, Will."