#shatters ur glass

[valve3nthusiast]

Ok but I'm still thinking about shattered glass Drift with a pain kink...

Sg Drift with a string of shitty sg autobot flings cause no one in his own faction can fuck him how he wants. Drift as one of the few rlly skilled sg deception warriors so the autobots keep trying to assassinate him but he's still alive cause he keeps fucking all the assasins.

Drift getting his inevitable corruption arc by spreading his legs for the sg Circle of Light to stay alive, because sg Wing becomes obsessed with breaking his beautiful new painslut fragtoy

He joins the autobots and like half the army internally cries tears of blood when Ratchet and Roddy immediately get in a pissing contest over who gets to own Drifts aft. Now no one else can fuck him unless they wanna be burnt to death or become one of the Hatchets "pet projects"

[mothgardens]

this is my silly little teacher AU of logan and wade <3

please give it some love, i promise weekly updates !!

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

NEED someone to shatter a glass on my head i'm convinced it would make the loveliest sound and that the sprinkle of blood and glass across my face would bring out the color of my eyes

[final-milf-ratchet]

Hiii, I see that you like predamags so I wanna show the ship in my shattered glass au.

In this au Magnus is very bratty and easily gets angry, meaning he likes a walking red flag and Predaking is like a big soft teddy walking around, and for some reason when he first saw Magnus he just like "Nah I can fix him" but eventually he can't. But for some reason, they still make it up and live peacefully together... Well, not all the time ig :))

Oh my god. HOLY SHIT!!!! SG MAGNUS AS A BRAT!!!!!!

IT FITS SO WELL!!!!!!!! He's such a serious guy in tfp... He SHOULD be a total brat in sg!!! But he's strong so when people get annoyed with him he can beat them in a fight, which makes him even more smug and bratty!!!

Predaking. Predaking look at me- Predaking please 😭 don't do it. Babygirl please!

SG shockwave always told him to see the good in people and help everyone who needed it and Predaking just knows he can help Ultra Magnus! He can!

He never quite 'fixes' Ultra Magnus, he's just as much of a brat as ever, even worse sometimes, but alone with Predaking he's... Nicer. (Heartbreaking: the nicest guy you know has the bitchiest girlfriend alive 😔) Magnus will always be a bully, but Predaking seems to... Like? It???? Everyone is very confused!

(Magnus acts like even more of a brat around Predakings friends bc he knows Predaking will 'punish' him later for it 😈😈😈)

[retrace-104]

this is what it feels like. when imsuffering double ssr or double ur event time

[kiwibirdlafayette]

oh btw thought u would appreciate the fact that im working on a syndisparklez oneshot rn. i think its in the range of 7k words so far and im not even fucking done with it because shit got out of hand. im going on a trip soon but i will try to finish it in a timely fashion for u

👀👀‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ AAHDOSOYIYOOYOAAAAAAAAUOOOOO

STARES STARES STARES I AM SO EXCITED YEAH LETS FUCKIN GOOOO

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

I have literally never checked my email more than in my life gang

[marsbotz]

also i have to say. pharrell is fucking crazy at writing songs w better concepts that the films. LITERALLLYYY …?

[fwwm]

what if they were men who were malesand females

(ref)

WHAT IF THEY WERE MEN WHO WERE MALESAND FEMALES

[straightyuri]

Angels in the fantasy universe r kind of odd don't think abt them too hard.

[valve3nthusiast]

Shattered glass dratchet where drift is cockwarming ratchet and he can't move because ratchet is doing surgery on him at the same time

Maybe on something delicate like his optics or maybe something more dangerous like a main energon line in his neck... he has to be perfectly still with ratchets spike in his valve and ratchets scalpel slicing him open with no pain suppressants

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Memorypurge || Sg

{If you had a problem, then you should have told me Before you started getting all aggressive and controlling You only drink the water when you think it's holy}

He remembers before the white streaks in dark hair- before the smile went crooked. Before teeth were sharp and cruel to match the tongue behind them.

Remembered the plainness; the comfort in the ordinary.

He closes his eyes, exhaling a mix of smoke and breath standing on a balcony paid for with blood money and he remembers when hands unscuffed by violence made creme coffees with a half-pout.

He remembered beauty in the everyday, and it hurt to mourn its loss.

[The first heartbreak is vivid, it is cruel. Brainstorm will never, could never, admit that was the exact moment he decided he disliked the Good Doctor- the high and mighty CMO with his debonaire grin and early-greying hair.

The first heartbreak- the first time the MTO holds his roommate and friend as he sobs like he’s dying, like it’s a terminal diagnosis and perhaps... perhaps it was back then.

It lasts a week- then some other medic, Pharra? Something like that, is carted out on a gurney with a few cracked bones and Ratchet is swearing that it was all lies.

Brainstorm never believed him- even when the security cameras exonerated him; especially not with what happened far later.]

Brainstorm looks to the side- seeing the worn out husk next to him on this balcony. Shirt torn, a soft drip stain on the collar from cocktail number too many when Brainstorm finally fished him out after getting a comm from Ratchet with nothing but a location and an apology.

Percy stares at nothing, through infinity and the midnight fog that plagued the colony-city from the force-output of habitation systems.

A drip of condensation down the lens of glasses with one side blacked out and decorated. A misplaced tear from an eye that replayed nothing but another shot to a heart that couldn’t take much more.

[The third heartbreak, now. The second so easily forgotten and only lasting a few days but the third seemed personal- the return of the once-upon-a-backyard-beating medic; Pharma was his name. Brainstorm would remember after this; the smug way he smiled as he relaxed on a couch Percy picked out; the Industrialist remembered the videocall he’d gotten roped into, covered in welding burns and oil stains as Percy excitedly babbled about ‘finally being an honest lad’ and moving in with the CMO.

A week after infection. Two days after base return.

Percy was still barely eating when he caught the Doctors. He refused to eat until Brainstorm forced him.

He cried, sipping thin broth and refusing all else-

Brainstorm nearly cried when Percy finally ate- stealing a few bites from the blossoming Warmaster’s takeout stir-fry. He’d never admit it, though.]

Percy’s hand moves; lethargic, twitching two fingers for the cygarette he had passed to Brainstorm.

“These’ll kill you faster than the infection, you know.”, sneers Brainstorm even though his voice is gentle, worried, “You’d be better off kicking the habit.”

“Death is welcome, precious.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve yet to lie to you, why start now?”, asked the sniper, head slowly turning as the burning was brought to swollen lips. The cherry-tip burns brightly on the inhale, the exhale leaks between carnivore’s fangs and whispers over the marks they left from chewing on Percy’s lips, “I promised, once, I’d always be honest with you.”

Brainstorm looked away.

[”Sometimes you can keep secrets.”, says Brainstorm flatly.

“I always swore I wouldn’t lie to you, remember?”, laughs his roommate, “And it would be rude to leave you out of the good news!”

“I’m glad you got back with King Dumbfuck of Bullshit Mountain, PhD alright? But I REALLY didn’t need a play by play of how he APOLOGIZED-”

“Oh come on, I didn’t get GRAPHIC.”

“Maybe I’m a little jealous!”

Percy rolls his eyes (They’re bright again in this memory, untouched by infection or bullet wounds and deep in color behind the scientist’s reading glasses) before draping himself over Brainstorm’s shoulders. He hugs him tightly, and Brainstorm chuckles softly even as his chest clenches like his ribs are breaking.

“No matter what happens or who it is- you’re still my closest frie-]

The memory cuts short when Percy coughs sharply. Brainstorm turns, worry passing over his face before he schools it stoic and he pushes away from the balcony as Percy gets to his feet and moves to the barrister.

The sniper coughs again, pounding a fist against a too-narrow chest and spitting something like tar into the night.

“Hell was that.”

“Sometimes the respiratory growth gets a little feisty.”, rasps Percy before he steps back to drop into the chair he vacated, “It. Overcorrects, sometimes.”

“....It’s filling your lungs, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

[They get back together, they break up. Finally... Finally it seems permanent. The first time Percy actually fights back with more than just tears and screaming- The first time Brainstorm strides into lockup without his coat or gloves and annoyance scrawled on his face like a madman’s prophecy and sees Percy sitting hunched over and smoking.

“Just when I thought you already had the WORST taste- that’s the vice you choose?”, asks the Warmaster with a raised eyebrow; before taking a step back at the way Percy’s eye slides to stare at him like a serpent.

“Did he die, then.”

“...No, but they’ll be digging shrapnel out of him for a few good hours. The fuck did you hit him with?”

“You told me your spiral rounds could take down anything, precious. So I tested them out for you.”

“...You stole my experimental ammunition and shot your long term on again off again boyfriend eighteen times in the chest.”

“I did.”

“....And the slug in his stomach?”

“My pistol jammed. Shotgun was on the wall.”

“You could have killed him.”

“Horseshit- He’s got enough mods he’ll be fine. Besides...”, Percy dropped the remnants of the cygarette on the holding cell floor and ground it out with a heeled boot, “How many times has he killed me and handed my body off to you?”]

Brainstorm runs a hand through his own dark curls, shaking them out from the glaze of condensation he can feel from the fog and his own naturally high temperature.

“Percy.”

“Yes.”

“Can you just. Fuck, be angry? Be upset, something?!”

“No.”

“WHY?!”, snarls Brainstorm, “YOU’RE DYING AND WE ALL SEE IT- YOU LEFT WITH THE WRECKERS AND CAME BACK MORE BROKEN THAN YOU WERE! LOOK AT YOU, INFESTED AND INFECTED AND DRYING UP FROM ALCOHOL POISONING IN MY FUCKING HAB!”

The words echo into the night air. Percy doesn’t react.

“PLEASE, JUST BE ALIVE FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES, BE A PERSON JUST FUCKING COME BACK AND... AND...-”

Brainstorm stands in front of Perceptor now, grabbing his shoulders too tight and shaking him; hauling the sniper up to his feet and shaking him until teeth clack painfully together and Percy’s good eye goes wide in shock.

“GIVE ME BACK MY PERCEPTOR GOD DAMN YOU!”

[It seems permanent. Percy mourns and mourns again, his first stint as a Wrecker having cracked something in him and Brainstorm wonders if it was his shell.

Suddenly he’s bright, too bright but just shining enough to catch the now-Warmaster’s eye; he fights back in their arguments instead of placating and de-escalating- they stand toe to toe and face to face and something ties itself into a knot in the bottom of Brainstorm’s stomach when Percy grins up at him and fucking winks of all things; base flirtation from a rival PROVEN inferior...

He’s lying, lying to himself and others and he proves it in Storeroom 873 when he pins his ‘rival’ quadrant supervisor to the wall and doesn’t fight the sniper’s slim leg hooking around his waist. He leaves the lab that day wiping away a smear of lipstick he’s never worn and Percy is seen later touching up the cosmetics he wears in flagrant disregard for lab protocol.

They don’t talk about it; later, they insist it’s only to get under Quark’s skin- since he burned both of them, clearly. Nothing more than that.

Nothing more than that.]

Percy stares at Brainstorm, good eye watering before spilling over and Brainstorm’s grip on the sniper’s arms is bruising and hateful and painful all at once because that’s what love is to them anymore.

“There IS no Perceptor, anymore.”, whispers the sniper, sniffling for a moment before something manic flickers in his good eye. Brainstorm watches and feels his heart break and soul grieve as he watches the mycomutagen that surges through his lov- best friend take over once again-

Pulling the sniper away from mindbreaking grief and realization. Pulling Percy away from the line between craving and catching death.

Pulling Perceptor down into the depths to use Percy’s facade for survival.

“There’s no Perceptor anymore! Because even you can admit I was a whiny, pathetic little leech.”, snapped the sniper before he shoved Brainstorm back- cold hand against warm chest and the sniper followed- his smile unhinged and unnerving.

“Besides, darling- you never minded who I’ve become in other scenarios.”, he cooed; clawlike hands tracing over the MTOs skin all the way up to his jaw, “You never minded who I’ve become in the labs. In the bedroom. Anywhere we’ve managed to land since That happened.”

Brainstorm felt his cheeks heat up, and he looked away.

“...Sometimes I do miss it.”

“The coffee fetching little house bitch is gone and the CMO killed him.”, snapped Percy, pushing away and stalking off, “And Lock helped toss the body so go send your complaints up their chain, dear.”

Brainstorm watches Percy’s back; watches as he pulls his shirt open and adjusts it haphazardly- unbuttoned to the navel and showing thin necklaces from once upon a belief in gods forgotten- and the sniper turns to glare over his shoulder.

“Let’s be honest, sweetheart- you miss the control you had. You don’t miss who I was. No one does.”

“You can’t-”

“If you really missed him then perhaps, just maybe, you should have loved him while he was here.”, says the sniper in a whisper that still carries in the night air, “Then perhaps he would have had a reason to stay.”

Brainstorm watches Percy leave- watches Percy leave and once again it’s Perceptor and he’s smiling and tired and assuring in a voice made soft by exhaustion and overwork.

[“I promised I’d be honest- back when Chromedome brought you to my hab and we became roomies, remember?”

And Brainstorm nods, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“It’ll be six months, Stormy.”, he laughs, “And then I’ll be back- I’ll come home to you like I always do.”

They link pinky fingers, giving a smile. The closest to a kiss goodbye they could be.]

“You l-lied.”, hiccups Brainstorm, sinking down to sit with his bare back against the barrister, “You said it would be. Six months. And you’d come back ho-ome to me. Like you always do.”

He hugs one leg, forehead resting on his knee. He doesn’t cry- but he grieves.

A week later, Brainstorm is informed Percy’s leave on Kimia was cut short the same night the sniper stormed off. He asks why, and is given a mission name and waved away by Xaaron.

“Garrus Nine? The hell would they send him to some refugee colony in the middle of nowhere for?”

But when he sees the make and designer of the Worldburner newly attached to the Trion- he can’t help but remember who Percy was.

He can’t help but remember before white streaks in dark hair; before twisted fangs and icy eyes.

He squeezes his eyes shut- only for a moment, only for long enough to let him breathe-

He gave up on Perceptor coming home years ago, anyway.

[etarinae]

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓       a long journey to Archer's place of stay, but it is an unwilling one nonetheless. To call Astrophel unreceptive to their separately assigned lodgings would be an understatement of a great degree. He had refused the vehicle that intended to transport him to whatever city this was, unyielding to any possibility that he would be forced away from their side. And yet, how ironic it was that they would be pried from each other at the abode, though still remain close enough to be next door.       ❝ You may rest here. ❞ Here being the bedroom they now stand in, designated solely to Archer.

      ❝ The day has been long. ❞ The gentle, supportive hand on the small of their back says, 'and you must be tired.' As he looks them over, his eyes bear the slightest hint of softness. ❝ You need not worry. I will remain with you. ❞ @etargus — dw. i live here now. disregard my housing number.

[poltergeist-coffee]

now whatever you do don't think about the mourning after the wedding where, instead of waking up in the arms of their new husband, phil and forever wake up alone. there are no drowsy mourning kisses to wake up to, no warmth to steal from the other, no whispered proclamations of love, only the cold nothing beside them. the mourning of what should be their honeymoon is spent alone longing for one another, wishing that even if it were for only one night that they could wake up next to their love without fear of losing him

for forever its like a pit of sorrow pooling in his heart, his tears indistinguishable from the salt water around him. his only comfort is the multitude of gifts around him, a reminder of Phil's love. as the ring on his finger shines in the light and he is once again filled with the undieing sence of love he's had since the moment he met the man

for phil the mourning is much harder. it shouldn't be he thinks, he should be used to this, his wife is the goddess of death for fucks sake so why does it still hurt. why does it still feel like the world have frozen over whenever he wakes up alone. he doesn't have the luxury of having his tears swept away by a current, instead the tears fall into his shaky hands, catching on the scale ring forever had used to propose. it was a reminder that no matter what a peice of forever will always be with him, and even if it's hard now they will always be a part of eachother. it takes phil longer to recover but soon enough the frozen world thaws and his heart is once again racing at the thought of seeing forever again.

the pain is temporary, their love is always

any sacrifice is worth it

- very normal behavior happening over here 🪶

FEATHWR ANONINDKNJABHGCHA HELLO?!!!!!! FEATHER ANON YOURE COOKIGN TOO MUCH FEATHER ANON PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY PLEASE ILL CRY

[bondedtrauma]

             ❝    NO  ━━   no more marina  ,  aleks  ,  we’re BETTER than this  !    ❞   she    snatches    his    phone    from    his    hand    ,    holding    one    hand    to    his    chest    while    the    other    holds    the    cell    phone    far    away    from    him    .    ❝   we’re gonna ’  listen to glee  ,  and you’re gonna ‘  LIKE IT  .    ❞

            @fckhacks​    /     ❤ ‘ d .

[sd-vtm]

@edgydroned

Honestly the concrete sfx i added takes me OUT bro's cake is js too heavy