#megatron is going to suffer i can assure you of this

[cestacruz]

14 years of being a Zelda fan and all thanks to newfound horniness over Megatron, i am finally Actually down bad for Ganondorf

(If this post shows up in TF tags i want to apologize i has already wrote them all out without censoring the names. I do post TF art btw check it out--

[quibbs126]

So I made yet another megop fankid. I keep making now ones and discarding them, sorry, I’ve just never settled on one idea or anything

But anyways, this one is specifically for my X AU. Or at least he was supposed to be (I mean he still is), but because I was listening to No One Mourns the Wicked still (but fully now), the vibes told me that he's from the bad ending version, where Megatron dies and is remembered as a villain and mastermind of the Destron Virus and Decepticon cause, when he never was, and all of his friends have to live the lie afterwards

I know I said prior that I wanted the kid's name to be Convoy, but somewhere in the process I wanted to name him Omega instead. I think I was thinking about E-123 Omega from Sonic, and thought it sounded cool. I don't know, maybe he can have a sibling named Convoy or something

But yeah, basically Omega's backstory is that he's Optimus and Megatron's kid, but Megatron didn't live to meet him, and one of his parents is remembered as pure evil (I don't know if I want to use the terms carrier and sire here idk). I don't know how Omega's situation here works, how he's allowed to be around. Maybe the lie here is that Optimus didn't know Megatron's true intentions (which probably is the general story, that he tricked the Autobots into trusting him), and he got sparked shortly before the truth came out and he died, and I don't know, he says he wants to keep it "to remember the bot he thought he knew". When in reality, their relationship was entirely loving, and I also don't know if Megatron would have known about Omega before his death

I'm also unsure if Optimus has told Omega the truth or if he's having to feed lies to his own child to keep the lie going. The latter means angst when Omega eventually finds out, and the former might mean ostracization from others because at least when he was younger, he didn't understand what was so wrong with his other parent

But either way, Omega has angst because of the Megatron situation, not helped by the fact that the two look pretty similar, at least compared to him and Optimus. And in the public eye he's ostracized for being the child of such a horrible bot, and again, their physical similarities. I'm not sure how he feels about Megatron, it depends on how much he knows, whether resentment, yearning, fear. But he probably wishes he'd at least been able to meet him, to know he truly was

I've half thought of the idea that all this possibly leads to him having an actual villain arc sometime later in life, but I don't know if I want to go down that route, nor do I know what he'd do. But like, that's probably too much angst for Optimus

Yeah, other characters are suffering plenty, but I mean, Optimus lost his beloved, has to constantly lie that he was a despicable bot and he had been tricked by his deception into trusting and loving him, possibly even to his own child, one that Megatron would have loved but never got to see, all while knowing he was never a wicked person. And now his son, someone he's likely had to assure throughout his life that he's not evil for who his other parent was (while probably being reminded of having to do similar with Megatron himself), actually does go down a path of evil, something Megatron never would have wanted. Like Christ, that's a lot, and honestly, it's probably way too much suffering for Optimus, he doesn't deserve this shit

But this probably won't be the canon route Omega takes; he's probably going to grow up in a happy family with both parents. The song just made me take this route

And also, outside of all this angst, I don't really know Omega's deal, I never did. In the head sketch and initial lined design, I hadn't figured out his vibe, which I think you can tell in the posing and expression of that design, as it doesn't communicate much. He needs more time in the oven before he's fully fleshed out as a character, or I know what I do with him

His design might also change by the time he reappears, possibly drastically, because I'm not 100% on it. By the end, it grew on me, particularly after I decided he intentionally looks a lot like Megatron, but I don't know if it's the best I can do. It sort of feels like I just mishmashed aspects of his parents together, and he looks too much like Megatron by the end of it

It might also be his colors, which outside of the white, basically all come from Megatron. I like the white and red, but I feel like maybe the combo doesn't make him look proper megop, like he could be Ratchet's, or Prowl's, or something like that. Yeah the white is from Optimus, but Megatron's usually a light silver-ish color anyways, it's not that far off. And Optimus also has red, but I made red a rather prominent color on Megatron too, and it's the same shade on both of them. I gave him purple eyes to try and distinguish him from either, since he's got so much red and Megatron aspects already, and the blue I think would have made him look even less like he's megop and more generic, since blue eyes are generic Autobot colors. But I'm still unsure of it and how it fits

I don't know, lesson here is that Omega probably needs more time in the oven, both design and character wise. But he exists in some form here and now, so enjoy this version of him if you wish. Hopefully I'll be listening to a different song by the time I get back to him

[mychlapci]

i really love your recent two fics they made me roll around giggling and kicking my feet i want to print them out really small and put them in a locket to wear and gaze at lovingly all day 👉👈

i think if megatron started continuously carrying and birthing again starscream wouldn’t be disturbed so much as recognizing from experience that the new sparklings are sort of doomed to be soldiers from birth… maybe he gets at least some sort of vindictive pleasure from how painful the birthing process looks and how he gets to see megatron in agony for once (if he’s allowed to supervise, if only so megatron can have someone to scream at)… but seeing the sparklings nurse while megatron firmly but gently cleans the afterbirth off makes him just jealous in a primal but inherent sense

my true love is IDW/MTMTE broodmother megatron peacefully nursing his sweet chubby autobot babies but i really really love the idea of armada megatron being able to power through birth through sheer willpower and the absolute confidence that these babies will win the war for him, and if they don’t he’ll have birthed many by then to take their place

ough oug thank you so much, i had a lot of fun writing and the cogs are already turning trying to think of more. anything to keep me going through my exams, i suppose.

Obviously, idw Megatron nursing fat little autobot babies is the best fantasy. He deserves to be the lost light's big, scary, but ultimately harmless broodmomma <3 But I’ve really been into Armada Megatron being a broodmother, mostly because I'm revisiting the show and my brain is latching onto it, but I can definitely give a coherent reason why I think it fits… But that’s a long story.

Starscream is absolutely conflicted between pitying and hating any new sparklings… they’re all just born into this world to die for Megatron, and Megatron doesn’t even care. By the time most of his oldest litters die in battle, Megatron has birthed so many more soldiers that he doesn’t even remember the older ones anymore. It's sad. That, and Starscream is jealous…. he's jealous of every single one of Megatron’s young that receives a sliver of affection, still more than he was ever given. watching him suffer through birth gives him some satisfaction, at least. Starscream gets to assure himself that he must have hurt Megatron as much, if not more, while he was being born as well. It's a sick feeling, but it keeps him satisfied... for now.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Definitely make it a series with the Matrix and it's shenanigans! And can we get a scenario or situation where we see what it says to comfort Oppy?

Matrix comforting Optimus? How could I ever refuse such a lovely request?

Musings of the Matrix

The Matrix is sentient and has watched for millennia. It has some opinions and ways of going about things, including how it takes care of its Prime.

Comforting a Prime

The Matrix loves its Prime and who gladly fight to protect him. Its Prime is perfect, the chosen meant to restore the frame of their maker. But where the Matrix is stoic and ever focused on their mission, Optimus gets distracted, he feels, he suffers, he experiences joy. It is this that makes Optimus so perfect as a leader. He can understand his people and offer them compassion where previous steward Primes only stood with distain etched onto their faces. But it is also this emotional capability that can lead Optimus to fall to his mortal emotions.

The Matrix must keep its Prime focused and active. It will do what it must to help its perfect Prime move forward.

In the beginning its Prime was always so very angry. Optimus hated the war, he hated what Megatron had become, and he hated the fall of their world above all else. It was good in the Matrix's sight that its Prime's anger was directed at the woes of their reality instead of the petty conflicts that its previous wielders spent their time brooding over. Even still, Optimus's anger needed to be controlled. Too much wrath would lead to mistakes, and mistakes to failure.

As such whenever Optimus's anger grew too great, the Matrix did what it could to return Optimus to rationality. However there were some instances where even the power the Matrix held was nearly overshadowed by righteous fury. One such instance was after the battle of Tyger Pax where their pure one, the sparkling, lost his voice to impure one. That day both the Matrix and Optimus momentarily lost control in favor of wrath.

Optimus: He will not touch Bumblebee ever again...

The Matrix: No, the impure one will never touch our charge again so long as we function.

Optimus: He must be punished for this!

The Matrix: Direct your anger, know him for what he is. He has proven unworthy. He must die.

Optimus: No... I can't do that.

The Matrix: You can and you will vessel. The impure one poisons our maker, he scars the shell of our god, and he kills the fellow creations of Primus. Does this not anger you?

Optimus: ... He was a good mech once.

The Matrix: Once. He was pure once. He may have even made a good steward Prime, but no longer. We know this, you know this. He must die.

After that day the Matrix knew that Megatron needed to die. It usually was against needless bloodshed, but in this instance, the Matrix saw fit to comfort its Prime with the reality. The Matrix took responsibility from its Prime. It knew that Optimus wouldn't raise his blade against Megatron with the intent to kill, so the Matrix whispered. It told its Prime what was right and when it came time to fight, the Matrix dulled Optimus's awareness and took partial control. It knew its Prime wouldn't fight, but it most certainly would. So when needed, Optimus kept their frame moving and the Matrix directed their strikes and made sure to constantly assure its Prime that it was the one fighting to kill, not Optimus.

Optimus: I almost killed him. I almost-

The Matrix: We almost killed him. You did nothing vessel.

Optimus: But it was my frame.

The Matrix: And we took control of it from you. We are guilty, you are pure. Do not concern yourself vessel.

The Matrix's whispered words of comfort meant little to its Prime, and more often than not its Prime still took everything personally. Optimus was a Prime that should have come during a time of peace, he would have been great. But he was chosen during a time of war, and for that, the Matrix often lamented.

Of course it was not just anger which the Matrix did its best to comfort its Prime when Optimus experienced it. Optimus's sorrows were just as powerful and often required far more of the Matrix's efforts to tend to. It couldn't allow its Prime to fall to trauma or fully embrace the horrors of war, so it was forced to do all it could to suppress such emotions.

Optimus wept for all the fallen, every lost soldier, every burned city, and every hope extinguished. He was too good, a perfect Prime for a time of peace but too kind for a world of war. The Matrix couldn't allow its Prime's purity to be sullied, so it often took the weight of Optimus's sorrow upon itself. His grief was allowed to be as it pushed Optimus forward, but the emotion was dulled. Lamentation for all that was lost was also allowed to remain as it reminded Optimus what they were fighting for. But the nightmares and the trauma of loss were things the Matrix could not allow to be. Its Prime needed to be strong.

The Matrix: *viewing Optimus's nightmare* Hush now chosen. It is not real.

Optimus: I failed... this is my fault.

The Matrix: *slowly feeding Optimus old memories it had stored away* This was never your fault. This woe would have come to be regardless of what you did.

Optimus: I don't understand.

The Matrix: You don't need to vessel. Rest.

Many a night the Matrix shut down Optimus's nightmares before they could even begin and locked them away, instead feeding Optimus old memories within it from happier times. Its Prime was always left groggy after such incidents, but the Matrix preferred its Prime a little out of it over being depressed. Ratchet also helped in this department, for which the Matrix begrudgingly sometimes allowed its iron grip over its vessel's previous personality to slip as a reward for the medic and as a way to allow its Prime to let go of emotions.

Ratchet: Orion, what happened to you? What happened to my archivist?

The Matrix: *begrudgingly releasing part of its hold over Optimus* Very well healer. Calm our chosen and put him back together, but know he belongs to us.

Optimus: Ratchet...

Ratchet: I'm here Orion, its going to be alright.

Ratchet and the Matrix were not on good terms, but both knew that Optimus needed them and so neither tried to remove the other from Optimus's life. The Prime was so very fragile beneath his armor and the veil the Matrix threw over him. He was so kind, so loving, so very curious and hopeful. He didn't deserve to live during the war of madness, but it was reality, and so the Matrix did all it could to preserve his innocence.

This included eliminating Optimus's fears as much as it could.

It allowed Optimus to feel fear for their people, although it was more of a concern for their future above all else. It allowed Optimus to feel fear for his loved ones, more so for his own sanity than anything else. But it did not let its Prime fear for battle or for war, its Prime couldn't afford to be fearful.

And so when it came time for battle, the Matrix took Optimus's fear and warped it into determination and stoic resolve. Optimus felt no fear, not while the Matrix watched over him. It did this for two reasons, one of which was to keep its soft-spoken bearer from falling to terror at a crucial moment. The second reason was of course to inspire loyalty in the Autobots and fear in the enemy. A Prime who didn't stop, a Prime who didn't hesitate, and a Prime who willingly marched through fire and pain to do what must be done was a symbol of perfection. He was what the Autobots needed and what the Decepticons despised.

Optimus: They have seeker regiments and a field filled with mines. How am I supposed to get through that?

The Matrix: Do not fear vessel. You are blessed, a creation of our god. You will not falter, not when so many need you.

Optimus: I can't falter... can I?

The Matrix: *suppressing Optimus's fear* No, you cannot.

Optimus: I understand. I will do what is required of me.

The Matrix: As you should vessel.

The Matrix kept its Prime moving, its kept its Prime pure, and it ensured its Prime never faltered. This is what it did more than anything else, all for the sake of their people. But there was one thing it did only out of love.

It hated seeing its Prime in pain and agony. It hated watching Optimus suffer for things he should have never endured in the first place. So in those instances where its Prime was in agony, physical or mental, it took on shape and did what it could to give Optimus even the smallest of comforts.

On the battlefield when he lay bleeding out from countless wounds while waiting for medical attention, the Matrix took on the voice of those Optimus loved to push him to his pedes and move him forward. When Optimus could hardly recharge because of aching joints and healing wounds, the Matrix sang using the voices of those it had been carried by in times long past, singing songs from long forgotten days. It wasn't perfect, but it helped its vessel rest easier. And when Optimus wept for his losses and the Matrix could do little to suppress it due to its severity, it instead sent pulses of love through Optimus. It reminded its Prime that it was there, that if nothing else, it would always be there.

It did what it could for its precious Prime. It wasn't sure if it was enough, but it helped and that was at least a small comfort.

[weenwrites]

TFP Megatron, Shockwave, and Soundwave Reacting To Their Cybertronian S/O Being Afraid Of Airachnid

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

Megatron

Do you want him to kill her? Or exile her from the Decepticons? Or lock her up in the brig? He’s willing to do it, because if there’s anyone on his ship that makes you feel unsafe, just let him know and they won’t be a problem anymore. Also he doesn’t like her, he knows very well that she tried to abandon him, so regardless of whether or not you want her dead, he’ll do it anyway.

Airachnid knows that Megatron seems to like you in particular, he seems very fond of you, and while exploiting your fear would definitely come in useful, she’d claim that she wouldn’t dream of it if anyone asked. She’d never dare to mess around with you, lest she’d like Megatron to pry her spark chamber out of her with his bare servos, which doesn’t seem too ideal if you ask her.

Megatron avoids pairing you with Airachnid during missions, and frequently sends her out to avoid having her on the Nemesis. If she ever bothered you, he’d be the first one to know apart from Soundwave, and immediately on his way to make sure she won’t make the same mistake again. Afterward you won’t really see or hear of her. One might think that she’s dead, and another might think she’s been exiled. If you ask him about it, he’ll just assure you that she won’t bother you anymore, he won’t tell anyone what he did with Airachnid, for that’s only for him and Soundwave to know.

Shockwave

While he doesn’t leave his lab too frequently, he can deduct from the very few interactions he’s witnessed between the two of you, that you fear her. It isn’t too hard to figure it out at all, honestly. He thinks your fear of her to be a hinderance whenever you’re placed on a mission right alongside her- logically speaking, of course. He deducts that because of your fear, any mission that you are tasked to accomplish alongside her has a significantly increased chance of failure and thus concludes that if they wish to be more efficient, it is logical to avoid grouping the two of you for missions.

Thanks to that, now you don’t have to go out on missions with her anymore! Although you’ll still pass her by in the halls every now and then. Airachnid knows you’re afraid of her, and will most likely take advantage of that, that is if she’ll get anything out of exploiting your fear. Shockwave, however, will instead ask you to aid him in any scientific endeavors within his lab, if you have the proper knowledge, that is. Or you can just stay with him in his laboratory, regardless of whether or not you’re there to help. He won’t mind so long as you don’t distract him, or prove to be a nuisance.

Or he could task Predaking to watch after you and protect you from Airachnid. Though, now if she were to try and approach you, Predaking would most definitely try to kill her with no hesitation. Good luck trying to stop him, too. Shockwave explains that if she were to die, the Decepticons wouldn’t be suffering a massive loss, and besides she was a threat to them anyway, given her previous attempts at abandoning Megatron on Earth.

Soundwave

Actually he’s noticed this even before you said anything about it. He’s noticed the way you avoid her like the rust plague, or the way you seem so tense around her. One time when he saw the two of you pass by one another in the hallways, through the security cameras he took notice of the way you rather hurriedly rushed past her. With all of that, he can easily conclude that you’re afraid of her. Regardless of why you fear her, he most likely already knows why. Whether it was a bad experience with her in your past, or something else entirely, he knows.

During his last skirmish with Airachnid, he’s made it pretty clear that he shouldn’t be messed with, and if she were to try and kill him again, it wouldn’t end all too well. Any attempt at trying to hurt you or him would most likely end with her in the infirmary or better yet, slithering off into the all spark. So, fret not, if she attempts to do you any harm, he’ll be there within seconds. Now a days he’s constantly breathing down her throat. If you just so happen to be grouped with her for a recon mission, Soundwave will just pull a couple strings here and there, and the next thing you know, you’re instead placed on another mission! But if there is literally nothing he can do, he’ll just come along with you to keep an optic on Airachnid.

Airachnid gets the memo, and actually avoids you like plague now that Soundwave’s gently hinting “leave Y/n alone or else.” She could tell that you were afraid of her the instant the two of you first encountered one another on the Nemesis. While she didn’t know that you and Soundwave were conjunxes, she was going to use your fear against you anyway. So that means she at first had little to no idea why the frag Soundwave was keeping such a keen optic on her, until she realized that the two of you are closer than meets the eye. Although your fear of her was something she would’ve loved to exploit more often, now knowing that you and Soundwave happen to be close, she’ll have to stray as far away from you as possible unless she wants to stir some trouble.

[my-writings-and-musings]

I saw a post you made from a little while ago about a group of young liaisons and was wondering if you could do that same prompt with fort max and megs? (If it’s not too much a bother)

Big bots with little human friends is... yes. That's far from a bother, dear anon, it's a privilege. I've completed Megatron alongside Cyclonus here, but I'll give some extra love to this big guy! For those who haven't read them or would like to reread, there's also a post for Rodimus, Rung and Drift plus the original with Tailgate, Ratchet, Minimus, Swerve, and Whirl!

Fortress Maximus

·Ever the expert of security and order, but not very knowledgeable on humans, he does a fair amount of research when the liaison initiative is announced. Earth proves a planet as diverse as it is complex, but what stands out is how small the dominant species is. It worries him to a considerable degree. Forget security threats; how are they going to handle the possibility that one of them could be stepped on?! It's a conundrum he still hasn't solved by the time the group is coming on board for the first time. At least accustomed to handling crisis, he's one of the crewmembers that greets the young liaisons when they arrive, but upon seeing them he's absolutely floored. They aren't just small; they're tiny to an impossible degree. Even the tallest one is smaller than the research could have ever conveyed. Of course he puts on a polite smile and welcomes them all, but deep down he's panicking over the mandatory safety measures they'll be needing, so much so he doesn't even notice how the humans fawn over his immense size.

·After burying himself in his work, it's only when he decides to summon the liaisons to his office that he meets them again, this time intending to lay out some rules and to check in with them so far. Unfortunately his train of thought more or less dissapears when he lifts them all onto his desk and is confronted with their tiny stature up close. It's then that he realizes they are not only small, but agonizingly adorable. Unable to recall the well thought out plans he had to discuss with them, he ends up answering their many questions instead, most of which are centered on his incredible size and strength. Their wide eyed fascination cements his dedication to protecting them with every ounce of power he has. It's with some embarrassment he has to admit to himself that their cuteness is overwhelming, to the point each and every one of them has him wrapped around their finger from day one.

·Though his commitment to keeping them safe continues, he can't help but look for reasons to meet up with them, and at times he has to simply make things up. Making things easier on him, the entire group quickly grows very fond of him. It's soon apparent he's their favorite bot on the ship. Having them around makes him happy in ways he's quite unaccustomed to, as if their innocence rubs off on him. Such feelings are only intensified by how they insist on hanging out with him by, more or less, relaxing on the broad expanse of his shoulders. It's the easiest way to chat while ensuring no one gets squished.

·After struggling with his trauma for so long, he feels a kind of peace he hadn't known he was missing out on. Therapy sessions become easier and more productive, and those around him can't help but notice the change in his mood. Some are just baffled to see him brimming with positive energy while a group of young humans sit across his shoulders like tiny birds, while most are happy to see him turning around, especially with how he's suffered in the past. It's impossible to deny he's uplifting the entire ship. Admittedly he went through a brief frenzy upon finding out the humans he had befriended were, technically, still protoforms and thus had developing to do. Thankfully though, that was resolved with assurances they would be fine with proper guidance.

·It had been with said knowledge that he'd set about trying to teach the liaisons everything he considered useful. While his experience is somewhat... grim, he has learned a great deal through his life as a soldier. They take to the idea of learning how to fight incredibly well, to the point the challenges of having such tiny students are almost nonexistent to him, meaning he doesn't even notice how difficult it is to guide their tiny hands into proper positions on their practice weapons. Using his stories as inspiration, albeit with many details watered down for their sakes, he mostly enjoys the idea of helping them learn to defend themselves. He doesn't want them to know the full extent of his past, but he does firmly believe he's come to terms with most of it. Their acceptance certainly makes that easier.

·Everything seems to fall apart when an incident far more recent is brought up by an unthinking crew member; his breakdown and attempt to reroute the ship by taking hostages. The liaisons are all shocked to hear their large but lovable mentor could do such a thing, let alone that it happened such a short time ago. Max can only see disgust in their innocent expressions of curiosity as they gently ask if it's true. Paranoia long banished from his head sinks in deep, and with the softest of confirmations he has to leave before he breaks under the trauma he'd thought defeated. He realizes in a flash that he'd adored how these little ones gave him a fresh start, and now that his scars have been revealed he can't ever have that again. It's all he can do to seel himself away as the emotions overwhelm him.

·Bearing no ill will for their beloved mentor and friend, the liaisons first seek out answers for context they're obviously missing. Other bots are able to put the pieces together, and they're both surprised and horrified to hear Max endured unfathomable torture before having his episode, as the happy mech they know has never shown any signs of such pain. Regardless, they know he's suffering now, and they want to help him. Though he lets them into his room, it doesn't take much observation for them to see he can barely face them, and the group grows emotional as they let him know they've heard what he went through.

·Before he can say a word he's surrounded by tiny hugs, with each human expressing the deepest sympathy for all he's endured and the greatest administration for their beloved mentor. His protective instincts kick in and he scoops them all up for the closest thing to a hug he can give them. Feeling the extent of their adoration makes it apparent he's far too beloved for his past to change their perception of him, and the entire group takes some time to bask in a much needed moment of healing. He resumes teaching them and they continue to flock around the massive mech, perching where they can as he carries them and marvels over what incredible beings they're becoming before his very optics. For the first time in his life, he's able to be something other than a soldier, and the weight of his past is far lighter with so many tiny hands to help him carry it.

[coffee-cupps]

Heya, sorry to be a bother but for the emergency requests could I get Ratchet, Rung and Blitzwing with a s/o thats mental health is taking a skydive due to multiple undiagnosed chronic pain problems? So sorry to bother you,,

I personally have to deal with this, so I get how you feel :(, but I'm not very familiar with it, like; I don't really know what it was so I did some research! I also have never heard of Rung, so I also did some research on him and now he is my child. Like; he is so precious and cute!! Anyways; I hope you enjoy this, and I’m so sorry for the delay, I’m working on two emergency requests at the moment and trying to get them both done as quickly as possible, so I’m so sorry! I hope your pain doesn’t hurt you too much, I couldn’t find out if it can go away, but I hope it does!

(Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! School ended up hitting pretty hard and I need to move out of my house in 14 days and I have nothing packed so I’m stressing✨✨😳)

TFA Ratchet!, TFA Blitzwing!, and Rung! with a S/O! with undiagnosed chronic pain:

Ratchet:

He has no idea what’s going on, but when you barely acknowledge him and just lay on the couch; unmoving; he gets slightly worried.

He’ll move quietly closer to you to see a stern look on your face, glossy eyes, and you staring into the abyss.

He gently moves next to you, moving down to your eye level, studying you. You barely move your eyes to look at him before slowly rolling over to face the couch. He noticed you grunting slightly as you did so.

He doesn’t know what to say honestly, so he just says the first thing that comes to his mind. “You ok kid”? It’s all he could think of, with concerns lacing his voice.

You let out a muffled ‘no’ before slowly turning back to him, face in pain. “What’s up kid”?

“I have undiagnosed chronic pain”.

He is confused at first. Bless his spark, he is trying his best to understand.

After a bit of explaining, he finally understands and honestly, feels bad for you.

“Well, I can fix it, right? Or your human doctors can fix it”? You shrugged. You honestly didn’t think there was ever a solution it the constant pain and suffering; or at least, it was very hard to get rid of.

He does understand though, knowing that Cybertronians also have diseases that cannot be reversed, but he isn’t happy that you need to go through this alone.

He assures you that you will always have someone to talk to, and can tell him if you want the base quiet, and he’ll shut everyone up for you.

He will also bring you little snacks or blankets if you need them, or will even go out and get you something If you randomly decide to want something.

He also have icepacks and heating packs on demand.

He cares for you and wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

Blitzwing:

He is honestly offended if you just lay down and ignore him.

He’ll call you out for it, but will be met with silence. He will march over to you, ready to verbally attack you, but stops when he sees your face in pain.

That strong, angry exterior changes so fast, and he is by your side in an instant.

His personality’s are fighting for control, all wanting to know what’s wrong or what happened. Random was the first to speak. “Meine Liebe! What’s wrong”!?

You just groaned in response, making his wings shift down slightly; wishing to know what he could do to help.

He moved close to you on his birth, taking you in his servos gently, and held you up to his face. You shook slightly, clearly in pain.

Your teary eyes met his icy ones as you mumbled out “undiagnosed chronic pain”. He is not as shocked as expected, having to deal with it himself, and knowing the pain and emotions it brings.

His face switched to Random, who (surprisingly) didn’t have anything to say. He just warmly smiled and laid on his birth, you in his servos.

Despite your pain, you smiled warmly, curling up into his warm servos.

You heard another switching sound before Icy’s voice spoke up.

“Just rest Meine Liebe. Rest your body”.

Like Ratchet, he will drop everything and even will disobey Megatron to get you what you need or want.

He loves you, and will do anything to make you happy and healthy. Like seriously; he will do anything for you.

Rung:

Robo Jesus is very concerned when you don’t show up to your scheduled session with him.

He knows all about you. Everything. He knows your problems and he helps in anyway he physically can.

He would simply sigh, before getting up and leaving the room, making his way towers your habsuite (forgive me if that’s not correct, I’ve never read MTMTE).

He would walk in and find you on top of your many pillows, your body draped in a heated fleece blanket.

He would walk over slowly, before sitting near you, moving his hand to gently stroke your side. You awoke from your painful sleep, to look into the beautiful blue eyes of Rung, a small, concerned smile on his face.

“We can have our meeting here”. He was a very understanding mech; he had to be for his job; and you where glad he was. You wouldn’t move but you would look up at him, talking him about your problems and pains, and he would just listen and pet your side; giving you an amount of comfort.

He won’t allow anyone to bother you if you are having a bad day or if the pain is to much. He would guard your door and would sometimes hold off appointments for your health.

He cares for you. So much. And it’s honestly quite adorable. He is always by your side, getting you everything you need. And he is afraid to lose you, so he sometimes seems like a lost puppy when he can’t be with you when Rodimus or Whirl need him for something.

If you want cuddles, he is yours. He will activate his holoform and be by your side instantly, holding you close to him gently, as not to hurt you. He is always so warm, so when your cold it’s a win! He has snacks in his drawers in his office, and they are always up for grabs for you.

If you are feeling bad about yourself or if your body hurts, he is there, kissing you gently and whispering how important and beautiful/handsome you are to him.

He loves you. Don’t forget that. Well-you won’t be able to forget it, due to him reminding you every 30 seconds.

[rawmeknockout]

I think I ask for soundwave EVERY opening but can I get some angsty soundwave of the universe of your choosing? luv you

//i choose cyberverse bc,,, well,,,,//

When you look at him, there seems to be nothing that you recognize. None of his tender love and playful affection, not a trace of the mech that used to charm you for the chance of a date. Now, Soundwave is all consumed by the ‘cause’. By war and violence.

Of course people change, but you had always seen him as steady and secure. Loyal to a fault. Perhaps you misjudged how much of his loyalty was to you and how much of it was to Megatron. It hurts to think about for too long. You try to be rational and distant about it. Nothing lasts forever and you have no need for an aspect of your life that no longer serves you.

Still... You thought his love was steadfast and sure.

It’s in the slow way he has started to treat you as more of a comrade than a partner. In work, of course, but also in private. Insisting that it was best for you both to have separate beds, then separate rooms. Eventually, you stopped needing to see him altogether. In the big middle of the war it wasn’t such an obvious aspect of your life, you had more pressing matters to attend to like not dying. But when the Autobots searching for the Allspark went missing it suddenly took up all of your focus.

He’s no longer passionate about a united Cybertron working together towards a better future for everyone. No longer wrapped up in assuring that you two will be able to build a home worth protecting on your planet. He’s only passionate about Megatron’s newest orders, the violence he gets to exact, growing in rank. Whereas, you... have started to wonder if this was the right decision at all.

At first, you wanted to make the ruling class suffer for treating you like dirt. You wanted them to feel the sting of their own injustice and calm incivility. However, now you just want to return to a time when you knew, without a doubt, that Soundwave loves you.

You would never air these concerns to Soundwave, you know that just wouldn’t end well for you, but you see first hand the lengths he will go for Megatron as he offlines an “insubordinate”. It was a minor indiscretion, hardly worth a formal complaint, but if it upsets your dear leader it just won’t stand. It is not the first moment you have thought of defecting, but it is certainly the first time you feel it would be worth the potential repercussions. His harsh red visor scans the room for a grimace, a telling scowl, but all of your fellow Decepticons back down and return to their jobs. When his gaze lands on you it is no less cutting and doesn’t seem to decipher a difference between you and the strangers in the room.

It’s the first time you can fully accept that whatever feelings Soundwave has for you are gone, replaced by this new hardline devotion for Megatron. You try not the let the aching in your spark distract you from covering your tracks, as you clear your lab of the essentials you will need and leave the Nemesis for the last time.

[the-energon-hole]

One more request, I promise! Female human s/o manages to convince TFP Megatron, Soundwave, Knockout and Predaking to come to the mall in their holoform avatars after they lost a bet against her and promised to do anything for her? They are sulking the whole time, especially Megatron and Predaking, until some human guys tries to hit on their mate right in front of them and things get escalated.

((A/N - This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, so it took me a while to get the story that I wanted to tell actually set up. Enjoy!!))

Continuity - Transformers Prime

Character(s) - Megatron | Soundwave | Knockout | Predaking

Genre - Cute

Rating - T

Warnings - Suggested Violence

Word Count(s) - 1434 | 8640 | 4615 | 1360

✏️Written - 05/29/19 - 06/02/19✏️

Megatron

-He was not a very happy mech, and in this instance, he couldn’t even pretend to be- not even for the most important person in the universe to him. He sat there, his consciousness inside of his holoform that was unceremoniously perched on top of probably one of the world’s most uncomfortable chairs, as he watched you practically float with giddy bliss back and forth between clothing racks in this hell space of a place you called a“mall” for what you were calling the “the perfect outfit”. You were right about why his Vehicons were portraying so many signs of anguish and anger, as there was in fact a lack of trust between those who could fly and those who were ground soldiers. He had doubted your knowledge that discrimination existed amongst the lowest rank of his army, and yet, with further investigation you were right that there was this strange cultural stigma that was formed ever since he decided to in a fit of rage to throw a few of his Vehicons over the edge and that those who were unfortunate enough to be vehicles perished due to his uncontrollable anger. Now, in his processor for some reason, he felt he was so correct on this assumption that there was no way you knew more about Cybertronians than he did, that he made a bet with you that if you were right he would owe you a favor… He had no one but himself to blame for this situation really, it was a kind of divine punishment implemented by the all powerful Primus for the crime of doubting his own mate on their intuitions and intelligence- you apparently knew what was causing a kind of dissent in his ranks, while he was blinded with the leadership he possessed to see what was really going on… rest assured… he has learned his lesson to never make a deal with a proverbial devil and to always have trust in what you were trying to tell him. There was a multitude of reasons he has made you his mate- you were oh so observant to certain things that you always managed to notice small details he always seemed to accidentally look over, and you were so quick witted that you always seem to be able to squirm your way out of bad situations using nothing but you sharp attitude and silver tongue- what he means is he will never make a bet with you again if there was even a slim chance he would lose.

-He audibly sneered at his own incompetence as he saw how all the other humans in this place began to scurry past him like rodents with their gaze pointed downwards as to not make any kind of contact with such a hostile looking man, lest they invoke his wrath and direct his terrible mood towards them - don’t misunderstand him, he loved to see you this happy as you had this amazing flush on your face because you were smiling so wide as you held different kinds of garments up against your body to gauge how it would look on you, and he knows deep in his processor that you have been cut off from your culture and civilization for a very long time because of him and his inability to take a break from leading his Decepticon forces to victory… but he just can’t bring himself to grow over his own suffering and self pity in this moment in time. You. He can’t help but be a little bitter over the fact he can begin to feel his real body grow warm and uncomfortable in the hot desert sun just outside the limits of this infernal city as it sat in alt-mode on the side of a cliff to avoid detection by any humans, it also doesn’t help that he can hear all of the hushed whispers from the people around him about how uncomfortable they are being forced to be around such a “scary man”, and what’s worse is he has had to sit here complacently while he watched this stranger “accidentally”bump into you way to many times he was comfortable with! He has gained the knowledge that some humans simply don’t have the concept of personal space, and considering how vastly overpopulated this planet was, he can’t say he really blame anyone for having seemingly rude social habits- but does this infernal worm have to keep being so damn close? Megatron could tell by not only your body language, but also your “aura”, that you were growing increasingly uncomfortable with this other person as you tried again to simply just scoot away to give yourself some space to look for whatever it is you intended to buy. You couldn’t share emotions like normal Cybertronians when mate, but he felt all kinds of things between the bond that you share, even though you lacked the ability to project a field and you both didn’t have a physical neural connection- it was kind of foreign and amazing, being able to share such a strange and new kind of bond so deep that he could feel strange and organic raw emotions that you allowed to spill out from your mind. This was why he hated when other humans tried to encroach on what he thought of as his territory, you were an independent person with your own opinions and ideas, but he can’t help but feel possessive as he stood up quickly when he saw this other human brush their hand against yours. There was no way you didn’t notice what this other person was doing, but you were doing that human habit he hoped he had broken you of, the one where you were so being so “polite” that you were actually just being a form of complacent and docile- you would gasp and apologize as you would scoot away again and make yourself stand off to the side a good distance away while you would avert your gaze to the ground to show forms of social submission. He couldn’t blame you really though, this place was packed full of people and it wouldn’t be a good idea to draw attention to yourselves considering how many looks he is already getting for the way his holoform looked as a tall silver haired man. 

-Making a scene over some aft who didn’t understand what personal space was not a smart on your part- Wait… Did he just see that right?! He saw you jump back so suddenly that you nearly trip over your own legs as you took a defensive stance, he felt it to, your anxiety just skyrocketed as he felt himself basically sprint over to where you were and practically pushed you behind him with such force that you almost lost your balance again as you let out a whimper. Once you gained your footing and were leaning against his back, you decided that this was the perfect time to create that scene you “politely” tried to avoid making.  “This freak just grabbed me!” You screamed as you pointed at the stranger in front of Megatron that had nowhere to hide as a crowd began to form around him. “I did not give you permission to touch me! How dare you!?” Megatron can see what you were doing, and he had to say, he was impressed with your quick thinking and your ability to turn your anxiety around so quickly so you can use it to your advantage. Get everyone in the room around you on your side and he wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions of potentially killing this human in a public and crowded space. He could hear all the humans around yelling this stranger, telling them they should be ashamed of themselves and that they don’t belong in a public space like this and that they should just go back home and leave normal people alone- it was actually some pretty nasty stuff as he watched this person scurry away like the animal that they were. He heard you huff quietly behind him as you mumbled about how this “asshole” almost ruined your outfit hunting- Primus, he loved you so much, you were so independents and smart that you can turn any situation to be beneficial to you… Proof that he didn’t need to come with you on these little outings, you were perfectly capable of dealing with things on your own, but it was a nice reminder to him that you were not a helpless little human who needed guarding all the time.

Soundwave

-You needed to do a supply run for yourself down on the surface, which was a very normal thing that you needed to do in order to survive on a ship designed for Cyebrtronians and not Humans, but this time you requested that he accompany you on your endeavor to acquire new goods- he declined at first and he felt a little bad when your face began to grow that melancholy look he disliked so much as you looked to the side and made a small noise of disappointment. He knows that things have been very hectic lately, wit the surfacing of these new artifacts on this planet he has been busier than ever trying to dictate all of these missions to the troops so that it ensured that their enemies did not grow stronger with these potential weapons of mass destruction. He can feel how lonely you have become from the bonds in which you both share, he can see how your mood and attitude has taken a  shift as you felt yourself becoming more lonely and those feelings of being neglected began to grow, and he knows that it was partly his fault due to the hectic nature of this ship- this could be the opportunity you were looking for to get away from the confines of this place for a while and just be able to bask in each other;s company without the fear of impending doom looming over you like past situations have. If he would be honest with you for a moment he would tell you that he doesn’t like to leave the ship unless he absolutely has to, and on the special occasions when he was needed elsewhere he was forced to trust others to keep security and order on this chaotic house for Decepticons. Though, he recalls fondly, that the last time he took an extensive mission away from The Nemesis he unceremoniously left you in charge of his whole operation as he had to deal with making sure Starscream wasn’t going to entirely destroy their forces from the inside by giving sensitive information to the Autobot Forces. Apparently, with access to all of his sensitive information, you managed to uncover two plans of mutiny and one case of illegal energon hoarding, he was pretty impressed with your sleuthing skills and it just hit him close to his spark to have such a wonderful reminder about why the universe put the two of you together- there was never a better team to squash disobedience than the two of you. He agreed after some time to muse about it, but it had to be on his “agreeable” terms, which meant you had to wait until the ship was in doc for an energon run from the mines and that you had to wait for him to feel confident enough that nothing bad was going to happen to the Decepticon Ranks while he was away… which was fair. If it weren’t for Soundwave the entirety of this rebellion would have been snuffed out eons ago when Megatron first went missing amongst the stars in search of the rumored Dark Energon. When Soundwave put his processor to something, he did it at 100 percent capacity, that included serving his duties to his master and making sure you were well taken care of with this new and alien lifestyle you were forced to live amongst a ship of non organic creatures.

-The day finally came as all of the requirements were being filled for the two of you to take a small shore leave, and though he felt pretty miserable with is consciousness so far away from his tactically tuned frame, he couldn’t help but feel a morbid fascination with how humans managed to live in such a world he found to be so very uncomfortable. The overpopulation that caused crowding in the streets and made an artificial bustle in spaces made to only accommodate a small crowd, the heat from a lack of ozone around the atmosphere caused by said overpopulation because there was so much resource hoarding and usage that the natural reserves of this world barley had to time to renew itself before being used again and again, and mostly this strange cultural change and shift that was different depending on what region of the world they were located in- there were so many different ways humans lived and behaved that it almost felt impossible for him to understand how all of them worked and functioned as a whole society. You fit right into this strange place however, and if he were going to say it out loud, he actually hated seeing you thrive in any environment that didn’t directly involve him in any way. Was this the emotion of jealousy and inadequacy? He has to say he isn’t a big fan of feeling neglected by you as you searched store after store for all the different things you needed- if he was being frank, he didn’t enjoy being your proverbial extra arms either, as it is true that he may not feel pain in this body but he isn’t enjoying carrying so many different bags full of things he can’t seem to see you having a real use for. He did agree to this however, and he will keep his thoughts to himself until you are alone once again in the confines of your shared quarters- which reminded him that he also needed to acquire more filters for his oxygen contraption that he has created that pumps fresh atmosphere into your room so that even in space you would not need to fear suffocation or sickness from lack of a stable environment. He felt himself become exacerbated though as you promised this would be the last store, the last thing you needed were new garments to keep you warm in a ship that lacked a way to keep the perfect room temperature, which was true because he had not had enough free time to create a kind of device to implement on top of the atmospheric device he has already built… but he got the feeling that you were incorrect when you told him this was the last stop on your list- you appeared to be having too much enjoyment to imply stop and go back to the ship anytime soon. He did not mind as much as he as leading himself to believe though, and he enjoyed seeing that bright look on your face that he had been missing these past few months that he had kept you isolated in your sleeping chambers to try and keep you safe from the wrath of the other frustrated Decepticons.

-He kept himself distracted as he passed through some of these garments as well, though he had very little feeling sin this holoform, he took notice that some of this outerwear was so soft that he could feel it on the tip of his digits- it was actually kind of alluring as he thought about what it would feel like coupled with the soft and suppleness of your skin. He didn’t have a lot of time to think though as he felt a twang of anguish coming from the bond in which the two of you shared, it was strong and it was sharp, and he had to stop himself from acting rashly as he dropped the sweater he was holding to look up to see you briskly walk in his direction with someone he didn’t recognize hot on your heels. Once you were in the safety of his vicinity he pulled you close to his holoform’s body as the person following you came to a halt in front of him and looked up to try and see the man behind the dark glasses he wore in this form. “Sir, are you this young lady’s date?” This guy asked as he went from looking at him to looking at you again, and Soundwave did not like the emotions reflecting in this older gentleman’s eyes as he looked at you as if you were just a piece of food to be consumed. He said nothing as you whimpered and pushed into him harder as he wrapped an arm protectively around your shoulders- he has no idea what this man has said to you to make you so uncomfortable, but he will absolutely make sure this person paid for whatever it was that he did. Soundwave and Laserbeak hack into the cameras of this place to see what happened, and he saw this person strong arming you and trying to pull you away from him- he did not like this at all as he felt the anger inside of his processor begin to bubble up as he grabbed this guy by his jaw. He began to squeeze as he heard the guy yelled out in pain as he tried to pull himself from Soundwaves grip- “Leave.”. Soundwave spoke only one word as he dropped this guy and watched him run away while he screamed obscenities at the two of you. Soundwave said nothing as he began to rub your back in a comforting way while he noticed your body begin to relax in his grip, he made the executive decision that you had enough supplies to last you awhile and that maybe it is time to return to familiar territory. He picked you up off of the ground and escorted you out of this big building as people stood and stared at the odd sight of a man carrying someone out of the building, but he didn’t let it bother him as he began to think about a new design for a temperature device design so you won’t have to keep bundling up in so many layers of clothing.

Knockout

-It was almost concerning to others how tightly you had Knockout wrapped around your little finger, anytime you told him to jump he wouldn’t even bother to ask how high- he would just launch himself upwards in an attempt to please you so he could see that sweet smile he loved so much grace your wonderful face. Though he was beginning to think that maybe all of the others were right about his philosophy about bending to all your whims might actually be a problem now, because as he stood at the end of the ailes watching you stare at the same three sweaters for the past ten minutes, he was beginning to think that maybe this “quick trip to the surface” was going to take much longer than “a few minutes”. It might not have been a problem normally- but today was the day he was going to try out that new sparkly finished wax that he picked up a while ago to give himself an extra shine. He wasn’t angry or upset that you asked him out to help buy supplies in this department store, he was just frustrated that he had something planned and now it was going to have to be put off till later… it wasn’t your fault, he didn’t tell you he had something planned, but he can’t help the nasty little feelings welling up inside his spark as he began to tap his fingers against his crossed arms as he watched you pick up that green sweater for the fourth time! Clear-ly the red and pink one was superior! Primus, it was as if he didn’t even know his own mate!

-You just couldn’t decide! The red and pink one was clearly the superior when it came to appearances, but the turquoise one was much cozier with the fluffier fabric and would keep you warmer, but THEN there is the green one that was absolutely hideous but that is what drew you to it in the first place! Who doesn’t love ugly sweaters?! You hear Knockout huff behind you with so much attitude again for the fifth time since being in the store, but you chose to ignore him as you grabbed all three sweaters to try them on and see which one looks the best- you knew it would be the red and the pink one, but the other two contenders at least deserved a chance to shine. You heard Knockout slump against the door of your changing room as he waited for you to be done with your shopping- you knew he was grumpy about something, but it wasn’t everyday that you got the chance to go shopping as The Nemesis is rarely ever stopped or docked near any kind of civilization! As you began to pull the sweater over your head you began to feel a little guilty for being selfish in this moment, maybe when this is all done you’ll help him shine his finish on the places he has a hard time reaching if there is one thing that always makes him feel better, besides it was always a kind think to help pamper your partner, especially when it helps relax them after a long day of being dragged around the human world by your picky partner who can’t make a simple garment decision! You peeked out from the changing room and noticed that he was no where to be found, you wanted to show him how you looked in the sweater, but you figured he probably found a way to entertain himself as you spent quite a while in that small room.

-“Excuse me, can I say, you look phenomenal in that sweater.” You turned to see a man in the store’s uniform looking at you with an oddly big smile. You thanked him and asked if he could take the other two from your room while you out your regular shirt back on, which he agreed to with a smile and a nod as it was basically his job to put the clothes back on the rack- and you figured that was better than leaving the clothes you didn’t want in the room. As you went to hand him the two sweaters from your room, you felt him grab your arm rather harshly and pull you close to him- you could feel your heartbeat begin to increase as you struggled against his hold. He began to whisper all kinds of uncomfortable things to you as you tried to run away from the vice grip he had on your upper arms. Before the situation escalated any further you felt the pressure on your arm be released and heard a loud thud against the floor behind you, you couldn’t even react as Knockout began to threaten the man he had in his grip as he glared down at him with murderous intent- a crowd started to gather as what you presumed to be a manager came running over trying to be KO to release his employee. You didn’t hesitate to speak out about what happened to you in that dressing room- you demanded justice and for that creep to be punished, and you made damn sure to let Knockout know how much you appreciated the save later on when you were in the privacy of the ship.

Predaking

-You began to hum to yourself quietly as you thumbed through the rack of these cute summer clothes that you found in front of you, true the ship was a rather cold place and you would never have an opportunity to donn such clothing, but you can’t help but feel the allure of a promise of better and warmer weather as you couldn’t help but imagine yourself relaxing on the beach under a warm sun getting wonderfully cozy. You could feel that everyone and their mothers were staring at you in an understandably odd way in this store, not because of the way you looked or because you were humming a tune to yourself, but because there was an angry looking large man looking over you as you just happily looked through this store’s selection of products as if he weren’t even there. You didn’t let their stares bother you as you let all your good vibes seep out as well as you can without the ability to create a field around yourself like Cybertronians could to try and keep Predaking distracted from the uncomfortable pointing and glares- besides, even if you couldn’t produce a field, you knew that Predaking was very in sync with you and you were sure he felt you trying your best to keep him calm without drawing attention to yourselves anymore than it was on you already. You knew he had reservations about coming here with you this from the very  beginning and you figure that  the idea of immersing himself into human culture, in a “fake body”, to partake in alien activities like “shopping” and “bumming around”. You couldn’t help but want so badly for him to experience humanity before it was potentially wiped away in an oncoming event between the Decepticons and the Autobots, you wanted him to understand what it was like to grow up on a planet like Earth- a world filled with beautiful organic things that did not exist anywhere else. There was such a deep beauty about all of this place, even the ars of the world that had crowded department store that had off season clothing in their racks… and you just wanted him to see it from  your perspective.

-Predaking just stood there with a neutral look on his face in his fake and uncomfortable bipedal body that he was able to create out of sheer willpower, he couldn’t help himself as he stood there behind you scanning the room for any and all potential dangers out of sheer habit of the environment you both find yourselves in the majority of the time. You had told him before that human society was actually a fairly safe place to be when there was a moderate amount of people in the area, and that random violent attacks in the streets are a very rare occurrence- in fact, you showed him statistics that shows most human on human violence is almost always premeditated, almost always planned out and calculated because one human wanted or did something to the other. That did not put his mind at as great of ease as it should have however, as he can see all these humans starting at him in either fear or out of a kind of morbid curiosity that could act as a trigger for them to act in ways of stupidity around them. Humans are just like every other organic life on this planet, they have a fight or flight instinct that drives most of them to act and think the way they do, and he loves you to the ends the universe but he has heard about the kinds of dangerous mods humans and create just by simply being bored. He can’t say he is a fan of all of your species, which is reflected on his face as he glared at someone who just wouldn’t back down in their eye contact with him, as he can feel his “lips” begin to droop more as he grunts a little involuntarily at the premise of all of his worries beginning to come to the surface. He could be wrong, he has been before, but he was going to continue counting down the minutes that they would be out of this place and back into the comfort and safety of his pen on The Nemesis- and he was off put by the idea that he was even slightly excited to go back into that awful hole made the energon in his systems run cold. You were the most important person in this whole universe to him, no question about it, but he did have his limitations as a member of a primitive species- though, seeing you so carefree and trustworthy of him and his sour attitude and angry looks, it made him want to do his best to contain all these negative feelings and make you proud of him. He wanted to please you and make you want to stay with him- such a selfish desire, but when he looks down at you humming a little tune and eyeing all the brightly colored garments he can begin to feel the hard cage around his spark begin to melt.

-As you pulled out a silly and colorful looking Hawaiian shirt and held it to your chest with a warm smile at the idea of how interesting this would look on you, you heard someone next to you clear their throat in a way meant to get your attention. You turned to see a tall blonde stranger giving you an odd smug look as they held their hands behind their backs to feign compliance and submission, you took notice that Predaking whipped around rather quickly as well so you did your best to tactically place yourself between him and this stranger to hopefully avoid any kind of violence in this situation. “I couldn’t help but notice this… brute- just creeping over you! Do you know him? Want me to get rid of him?” … Before you could even have time to answer, this stranger decided it was a good idea to take your hand in theirs and hold it to their face, it was a show to try and make you feel  as if this were medieval times and they were a knight saving a royal from a dragon holding them hostage. You didn’t get a chance to say anything, let alone have time to react before you felt Predaking lean around you and grab this stranger by their wrists. He lifted up the stranger as if they did not weigh anything and lifted them off the ground to come closer to his face- you used your elbow to jab Predaking in the abdomen behind you to signal a release, but his grip held strong as you could see this strangers face conform to that of one of utter terror and primal panic. Predaking did eventually realize them, but only after saying probably the scariest thing you’ve ever heard, “Place your hands on my mate again, and I’ll make sure you won’t have any hands left to touch yourself with.” You could feel all eyes on you as that person turned tail and ran as soon as they were free from the grip of the predacon pretending to be human, you just coughed loudly and began to quickly pull him out of the store and away from the crowds- maybe that is enough shopping for one day. You should have a lesson in human contact when you get back to the ship, because it was very apparent that maybe he didn’t understand that humans were just like that sometimes- you were more than willing to reject that person and tell them that you were here with your loved one, but you didn’t even get a chance to say or do anything before he jumped into action for your sake. It was very endearing on a primal level, but on a civilized level it was rather embarrassing and condescending… but you won’t tell him that, everyone makes mistakes and you won’t ever see those people again in your life so it doesn’t really matter anyways.

[dockwcrker]

❝ Don’t leave. . . . ❞

🌸| So I was thinking of an AU ending for TFP. Like what if Elita was there when Prime had to sacrifice himself basically? So I wrote this. This takes place at the end of Predacons rising. :3 sorry if it’s not that accurate. Haven’t watched it in a while.

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A lot had happened. Too much for anyone to think properly. It happened too fast. Unicron came back...Optimus was looking for the Allspark to save the planet...Starscream tried to take the ship, Predaking even started helping! A shocker to everyone after what happened before. The femme of course was with Optimus and Wheeljack when they were getting the Allspark.

The harsh landing off the ship getting shot down by Megatron or...Unicron? Megacron? Unitron? Oh whatever! The name doesn’t matter. Finally the battle had ended but with an unexpected outcome to everyone. Megatron actually disbanded the ‘Cons! But after such events that had just happened he seemed trumatized. Elita has never see him like this before. It was odd but she could tell it was true. He really was trumatized enough to end the war. She knew the look. She was shocked as well when she heard him yell at Starscream.

That annoying seeker! Primus, she wanted to hit Starscream then and there. Another war didn’t need to start up. The planet was already suffering enough. She stood next to Optimus as Megatron took his leave. Leaving Starscream helpless but then he too flew off elsewhere. No one went after him.

After a bit of time relaxing from such events the team was gathered around the Well of Allsparks. Optimus stood before everyone about to bring news to everyone. Since he was merged with the Matrix and now the Allspark he had to go into the Well in order to activate and heal the planet once more. Then she heard the devastating words in his speech.

"To not return the Allspark to the Well would be to prevent future generations of new life from existing on Cybertron. My quest must be completed." Optimus said.

That’s when the pink femme’s spark ached. Shattered completely. Into a million tiny pieces. She knew what he meant or had to do. She didn’t like it. After the other two and Ratchet begging Optimus to stay Elita spoke up.

“D-Do you have to? Th-There must be another w-way.” Her words cracked as she spoke. Her voice was soft with dread in it. She didn’t want to lose him again. Not after just being without him for what seems like forever. They just reunited! The others became silent and looked over at her with sadness. Right. Optimus had a sparkmate. They almost forgot with all the craziness of war happening.

Optimus looked at her then at the ground, shaking his helm solemnly. “I’m afraid there isn’t.” He spoke with his sweet baritone voice. Elita stared at him with mixed emotions within her. Before he could say anything else she closed her optics tightly to prevent tears slipping from her optics and ran to him. Once in range of his frame she didn’t care of the others watching them as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Well, as much as she can. He was huge.

The Prime didn’t hesitate to hug her in return and hold her close to his massive frame. The femme buried her face in his chest. Small sobs were heard from her. Tears were seen down her cheeks. Staining it. Optimus did his best to comfort her as much as he can. He even sent pulses of reassurance through the bond of theirs.

“Y-You have to leave again? Th-This isnt fair...” Elita choked out.

Optimus listened to her words carefully and remained silent until he put his servo on her cheek, making her look up at him. Most of the time he keeps a straight face but for a rare occasion like this he let a soft smile cross his face. One she was used to. The others were baffled at the sight. Even Ratchet. He bent down on one knee to be exactly the same height as her. He pressed the crest on his helm against hers.

“I may not be here no longer but I assure you. I will always be in your spark, Elita.” He held one of her servos in his own, rubbing it with a thumb.

Elita watched him closely. Not taking her optics off of him one bit. Her spark felt like it was pounding out of her chest. She just stared into his optics then closed hers when he pressed his helm against hers. She had a faint smile on her face but tears still came rushing out of her optics. Optimus wiped them away with his digits thwn proceeded to kiss her deeply for further reassurance.

We will be together again. I promise. He spoke through the bond they shared.

The pink femme kissed him back of course and cherished this moment. Each time they kissed it felt like the world stopped around them. All the worries shooing away. No responsibilities. At the end of the kiss Optimus was the one that parted. Her cheeks tinted a faint blue after looking at him.

“I-I love you, Optimus Prime.” Elita whispered softly to him and instead of his torso since he bent donw she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close and tightly, not wanting him to leave her. She was starting to tremble.

The Prime just kept her close as well, rubbing her back. “I love you too...Ariel.” His own baritone voice was in a whisper. Her optics widened at the name used. Primus, no one has said that name in ages. Now she was too shocked to move. She couldn’t believe he remembered the name. Optimus grabbed both of her arms gently and proceeded hold both her servos. They both just stared at each other for a moment while she was still in shock. She sniffled and kept wiping her optics. Now it was time for him to leave.

The femme hesitated to let go of his hand but he gave a reassuring nod towards her direction that made her let go. She closed her optics tightly and shook her helm to refuse to cry again. She then opened them again and ran to Ratchet to stay next to a friend as she watched Prime leave with the others. The Prime himself also carefully watched her leave him.

"I ask only this of you fellow Autobots....Keep Fighting the noblist of fights....” Optimus continued his speech then dove into the Well. Elita hugged Ratchet for comfort as she watched Optimus leave them.

Goodbye...My Orion.

She spoke through the bond one last time.

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🌸 | Congrats you have reached the end! Did I make ya cry? If so, Oh goodie. xD Hope you liked it!! Some OPxEO!

[astolat]

So I loved Victory Condition, and I read “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” and I get the connection... but I don’t totally get HOW they connect, if that makes sense. And maybe that’s just because I’m trying to make it directly analogous when it’s not supposed to be. So I was wondering what you saw as the connection there and what meaning you wanted to convey in comparing the two?

The story is how I tell you! ;) No, but seriously, I tried to answer this in more detail but I feel like I was just turning the story into an inferior essay. 

I will just say I’ve been feeling Omelas in my head really strongly while writing Victory Condition (also Champion and The Revolutionary), and I think it’s coming through in a variety of ways. Any connections you feel, they’re probably there even if I didn’t recognize them consciously as I was writing.