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the-odd-job · 4 years ago

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Close Your Eyes to This Disaster Chapter 6: And You Say…

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use, Rape/Non-Con Category: Other Fandom: Transformers G1 Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Megatron Additional Tags: Dubcon, Sticky, Abusive Relationships, Mind Games, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Canon-Typical Violence Words: 3163

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The Prime—or Prowl, rather, he was the one to set up the schedules—kept his word: they were never put to any patrol longer than frustratingly short. On top of that, they no longer had patrols together, always paired with someone else rather than each other. That one had given them a fit that slagging Ironhide had needed to talk them out of. Since when was Ironhide the voice of reason?

That was discrediting the weapons specialist a little, admittedly. Age had granted him at least some sense, to the effect that he was perfectly reasonable with his arguments. Unfortunately he was also fairly hot-headed, as were the twins. There had been quite a bit of yelling from everyone involved. They had even gained an audience before the time that the twins accepted the fact that in this instance they were safer apart than together.

It still didn’t sit well with them, but they put up with it, in large part because the patrols were short enough that they were never away from each other’s vicinity for long. Despite the other mitigating factors on top of that, such as never being paired with anyone they didn’t get along with—mostly applying to Sunstreaker, that one—it was still enough to have the both of them turn irritable. Even Sideswipe, so known for his high spirits, was just as highly affected by what became the state of their spark. Was he not supposed to be, somehow? No, that was an impossibility.

And of course, there was the fact it wasn’t wise for them to leave the proximity of the Autobot base. It ceased to be an actual order, likely because Prowl realized they would’ve been that much more eager to go against it if it was one, but it was a piece of healthy advice that they actually did follow, for once. They weren’t free of their own concerns in regards to the situation, after all. With all of the memories… They knew more about Megatron now than they had ever thought possible, and a very large part of what they knew wasn’t flattering.

The physical disparity between them was bad enough, but pile on top of that Megatron’s personality and his pattern of always getting what he wanted… Could anyone blame them for harboring some worry, no matter how rare that was for them? They didn’t want to give in to Megatron, but slag, in practice that might be hellishly difficult.

Avoidance wasn’t going to work forever, they knew that much, but it was all they had for now.

End result was that they were a stressed mess on the inside, and it bled to the outside more than just a little. Everyone got in the habit of keeping as much distance from Sunstreaker as possible after the fourth time he got his aft locked in the brig for attacking someone without any real provocation—first Cliffjumper, then Tracks, the usual suspects they were, but after that it was Ironhide, then Hound of all mecha.

He didn’t get off any lighter than usual despite the command making it clear they understood why he was acting out so badly. They were assigned more combat practice as a response, though, just to give them more chances to burn off some of their unnerved energy. Ironhide took to being the one to mostly spar with Sunstreaker, after he, again, failed to go easy enough for it to really count as sparring anymore. The old mech could handle it even when Sunstreaker lost his cool and hit too hard—and Sideswipe wasn’t that much more careful.

Eventually it was the repeated rants they got from Ratchet when he was performing post-“spar” repairs that convinced them to hold back just a bit more.

And then there were the battles. First one, then two, and those were further help when they could just fragging let loose and beat someone to scrap. Prowl had to tell them to tone it down several times, and even so they got looks from their comrades after the Decepticons retreated. Look at the twins, turning even more unhinged than what they usually were! But at least the real fighting calmed them down for a week or two afterwards.

Neither time did it last, though, and then they were back to being holy terrors. Sideswipe held back on the violence, but his temper ran short and his words harsh. He still only managed to make Bluestreak cry one time. Of course he apologized after, was forgiven, and in further practice watched his vocalizer more at least around the gunner.

Sideswipe still became considerably less pleasant company than what he usually was, and aside of the command, no one knew for certain what was causing the change. There was confusion, theories, guesses, and most of them did revolve around Megatron after his more public interest in the beginning.

But they didn’t have the answers for the twins’ changed duties or their worsened behavior when the command respected their privacy and didn’t go tattling—and the twins themselves certainly weren’t about to share that much of their past life.

It was still annoying as all pit to be so affected by the warlord. They didn’t know if he was still trying to reach them. Did they imagine the lingering looks during the battles? Could be, after how hyperaware they became of him. Maybe it was nothing. And when they were away from the Ark… Was Megatron looking for opportunities to approach them, but simply didn’t get them, hence his absence?

Or had he stopped?

They couldn’t believe that. Megatron had made his desire clear, and he wasn’t the type to just stop when facing some resistance on the way to his goal.

And they were right in not believing.

It was a joyride. They were sticking relatively close to the Ark, and definitely close to a city, while still searching for some privacy to drive as fast as their spark was calling for. Just… Take what they could in their severely altered and limited life. Enjoy as much as they were able to and maybe have even a few moments of internal peace afterwards before all the tension came back and set them on edge.

Yet, it was clearly too far from other living beings, because after two curves they took–

He was standing in the shadow cast by the rise of rock on the side of the road—no signature this time either, or they would have noticed him before it was too late.

By the time Megatron stepped onto the road to block their way… It was already far too late. Too late to even slow the fuck down, in fact. They had just the time to curse, then initiate their transformations–

Only to barrel right into Megatron, the both of them. In a show of his size and strength, though, the tyrant had merely taken a steady stance and took the weight, velocity, and impact of both of them with no notable effort.

Sunstreaker stayed upright, staggering away as soon as he had enough wits about him to do so, but Sideswipe wound up sprawled on his back on the ground, groaning weakly from the ache of suddenly decelerated parts. Something had hit this, another had hit that… It was a good thing they were built sturdy; Megatron wasn’t much better than a solid steel wall. Even without any severe damage it still ended with some dented plating.

Their steel wall crouched in front of his scuffed brother—who quickly propped himself up on his arms—and Sunstreaker immediately checked his comms. They were–

…They weren’t blocked.

There was also no sight of Soundwave or anyone else.

Was it just Megatron? Alone? Could they have called the Ark right now and let them know they’d run into the unmaker again?

Instead of doing anything useful, though… Sunstreaker stood out of the way, dumbfounded as he watched Megatron reach for Sideswipe—Sideswipe was staring at the warlord with wide, wide optics, frozen in place–

And Megatron cupped the side of his helm.

They could have– They should–

They needed to call the Ark.

They didn’t.

“You have made it rather difficult to get a hold of you,” Megatron commented, glancing up at Sunstreaker briefly before his attention fell back to Sideswipe. A thumb brushed across his brother’s lips, and when surprise parted them, the thumb dipped in.

What the fuck rang between them, shock too deep for Sideswipe to even remember to do a damn thing as Megatron’s digit gently explored the inside of his mouth: stroking along his glossa, scraping against his denta–

“Didn’t want to see you,” Sunstreaker said after too much of a delay, hating the utter lack of aggression in his voice. Instead he was just breathless; almost a whisper.

But this wasn’t really going as they would have expected. He wasn’t sure what they were actually expecting, but this? This wasn’t it.

“Oh?” Megatron questioned. He didn’t sound offended.

The thumb retreated from Sideswipe’s mouth, but only for the tyrant’s claws to trace the curves of his helmet thoughtfully—with a frown. It was as if he was comparing the present to the past, noting all of the differences in their frame designs… And disliking what he saw.

Sideswipe shivered as the touch just continued. “What do you want?” the red twin asked in a murmur, staring up into the red optics bearing down on him with weight that pinned him in place.

“You,” came the answer, spoken softly.

They’d heard that before.

Sideswipe caught his lower lip between his denta and tried to forget, not think. Not think about that.

Not think of the past. Where was their resolve?

“Can’t have it,” the red twin managed with just the smallest hint of a growl in his voice.

“And why not?”

“You’re the enemy.”

“But I wasn’t always.”

“You were.” The bad they could remember.

Resolve.

Megatron changed the topic smoothly. “Why did you disappear?”

Silence. Sideswipe glared; Sunstreaker frowned, as much as Megatron wasn’t looking at him.

When they gave nothing in the way of an answer, the tyrant made a guess. “Was it because of your owner?”

Ugh… “Yes.”

“Not by choice?”

Was this the right spot to admit to anything? They hazarded an answer anyway. “…No?”

“There you have it,” Megatron rumbled, and they got the feeling they had already shared too much—given Megatron ammunition to use against them, if he wouldn’t have been able to guess correctly anyway. “You didn’t leave by choice. If you had gotten to choose, I wonder… Would you have left at all?”

Sideswipe bared his denta, only for the corner of Megatron’s mouth to pull into a smile. It was a genuinely amused little thing, as if he found their resistance charming. Not worth taking seriously, because what could they truly have done against him, even together?

The red twin went back to mere glowering, and they didn’t answer.

Megatron gave them a moment before he phrased the question differently. “Did you have any reason to leave?”

“Oh, you slagger,” Sunstreaker growled. Megatron didn’t avert his gaze from Sideswipe, but he didn’t need to. The golden twin continued, “Are you willingly forgetting all the shit you put me through, again? I had every reason to leave and my only fragging regret is that I didn’t so earlier.”

“You lie,” their old lover stated simply.

And that was all. He said nothing else. When it was confirmed that he would just let the silence reign and pet Sideswipe’s face with his thumb, Sideswipe was the one to speak their confused, “What?”

“Had you reason to leave, you would have simply left. Am I wrong?” He didn’t give them a chance to answer before he continued, “But you had no reason, and you didn’t leave before someone forced you.”

“It’s not that simple!” Sunstreaker tried to argue, gesturing angrily at nothing in particular–

But Megatron didn’t let him finish his argument. “Is it not? Didn’t you make it clear you would find a way to go, were you given a reason?”

Sideswipe opened his mouth to speak; Megatron cut him off before he could make a peep, “But I never gave you a reason. You stayed until someone else said you couldn’t anymore. Can you blame me for thinking you would have remained by my side otherwise?”

Sunstreaker ground his denta together but held onto his argument. “You kept me from leaving even if I had wanted to,” he accused as quickly as he could, before Megatron said anything more.

“If you had wanted to? Which is it? Did you want to, or did you not?” the tyrant asked, still holding Sideswipe captive as effectively as if his brother was paralyzed. His thumb brushed across his cheek, his nasal ridge, to his lips… It was hard to not focus on that too much. “Answer honestly. What do you have to lose by speaking the truth?”

Everything. Sunstreaker balled his servos into fists, turning his gaze to the side before the urge to beat the fragging bastard’s helm in got the better of him. Where would that have gotten him? Fragged into the ground again, if he knew anything about their lover.

But he wanted honesty? Slagging… What was the honest answer, anyway?

They could remember. Even that very last evening, they could remember. “No,” Sideswipe said, wanting so badly to turn his helm away from Megatron’s all-seeing scrutiny and too gentle touch, yet having not the freedom of motion to do so– “I didn’t want to leave.”

Their fields blushed with the old emotion—the thrill only Megatron could cause, heady and suffocating–

He’d never gotten enough of it. Everything had only added to the… Danger. The threat of what Megatron could have done to him, and yet… What he never did. No matter how he pushed, there were things Megatron never did, things he never said.

But what he did to so many others. Sunstreaker had been special. The exception. He had owned a piece of Megatron no one else did, that others scarcely even saw.

What was the tradeoff?

All the things they’d had… The things Megatron had done for them, never asking anything in return but their loyalty.

Megatron’s mouth pulled into a smile as true as any of his were, but this time Sideswipe was the one to speak before giving him a chance, “But that doesn’t mean I want to come back.”

“It does not?” Megatron questioned. “Do you hold loyalty to a faction you were forced into?”

“That’s past,” Sunstreaker growled. “Things have–“

“And not only that,” the warlord continued with no heed for his turn to speak, “but they knowingly took your memories. Why? Did they think it best you didn’t remember your past in fear of where your loyalty would be if you did? That it was better to have a soldier that was never given a choice, that knew of nothing else? Incapable of making an educated decision for himself?”

“Fuck you,” Sideswipe snarled, trying to yank his helm away, “You wouldn’t have given me a choice either.”

Megatron wouldn’t let him go anywhere, tightening his hold until Sideswipe was still again. “Oh, but I did,” he said, near growling now. “Hadn’t I already begun to gather my followers, formed the Decepticons? Didn’t I have more mecha join under my banner each and every day? Yet I never once told you you needed to do the same.”

That… Wasn’t untrue. They’d barely ever even discussed the rebellion despite how hard Megatronus—and later Megatron—had worked on it, had they? Megatron hadn’t brought work into their relationship.

He had to have read their uncertainty, because the growl turned into a purring rumble rising directly from the warlord’s engine—soothing, almost. “You see. But you can still choose. It’s not too late.”

“No,” Sunstreaker said immediately. “Let the past be past. Optimus, Prowl, Ratchet, ‘Hide—they never did anything to me and have nothing to do with the mistakes of others.”

“Haven’t they?” Megatron asked, lifting one of his optical ridges as if he didn’t believe him. “How do they treat you, really? With true understanding?”

They held to their silence, not that it would have necessarily mattered anyway. If Megatron wanted to speak, he spoke.

But their silence was an answer of sorts anyway, and the tyrant had more to say. ”What of the rank and file? Do they treat you as one of their own?”

“Yes,” Sideswipe spoke up at that, snarling. “I have friends, mecha that care about me–“

“If they truly cared about you, wouldn’t they learn to understand you, as I did?” He couldn’t have known if any of them did or didn’t, he was just making guesses–

Sideswipe bared his denta again. “It’s not that simple.”

“It isn’t? Do tell, what is so complex about it?”

“I work different than they do. They don’t understand something so disparate. They see two frames and think I’m two, they don’t see—and that’s normal–“

“You’re making excuses for them,” Megatron interrupted him. “I see you; what is preventing them from doing the same?”

Sideswipe’s jaw snapped shut and Sunstreaker frowned. What was preventing them? Their own biases and limited view of the world? Didn’t that apply to everyone?

Then why was Megatron different?

The warlord offered the one explanation he seemed to believe, “They don’t care about you enough to bother to understand something so special—so beautiful and unique,” he rumbled at them. Sideswipe blinked up at the gaze that had never once left him. ”Primus forbid they go through the trouble of doing so. How many have even tried? How many of them yet failed when it turned out to be too much effort?”

They’d spoken of these things, back in the Pits. They’d shared their frustrations with Megatronus, yet their acceptance of it all—they were alien on their own world and that was all most would see, it was something they just had to live with–

But also their pleasure over him being unlike most.

He wasn’t the only one. There had been others, even during the war–

But they were a rare breed and dead by now.

Megatron wasn’t, though. Megatron was living proof it could be done… Maybe not to perfection, but to an impressive point nonetheless, if one…

…Cared enough to do so.

“No,” Sideswipe said all the same, finding his growl for the next words, “you won’t have me.”

“Leave,” Sunstreaker continued with a snarl of his own, taking one step closer to Megatron and Sideswipe. Sideswipe tried to yank himself free again, but he only succeeded because Megatron let him.

Megatron let him pull away, get up, and step out of reach, rising from his own crouch at a leisurely pace. “Think on what I said,” he said, stepped two paces back and–

Transformed and took to the skies.

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shortpirateking · 7 years ago

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G1 Dead End x Depressed!Reader

(A/N: This just popped into my head and I couldn’t resist. This isn’t my first time writing, but I’m far from amazing, keep that in mind. I won’t try to give too much backstory to WHY reader is depressed. so it’s easier to imprint upon them ^^ ) (Warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts and behavior. Long story! ) It was like any other night: Quiet, peaceful, and silent. The darkness shrouded over the vibrant town and cast it in a monochromatic color palette. “The Perfect night...” You thought, shoving your hands further into your hoodie’s pocket. Admittedly, the weather was in fact nice, no wind to be had, but you couldn’t help but feel a chill. The streets were barren of anyone, porch lights off the and only illumination being given by the streetlights down the walkway.

Ever since the Decepticons began their raids upon earth, an international curfew was made, requesting citizens to stay within their houses after midnight. Many, of course, complied with the curfew, but not you. You always enjoyed the night, and nothing was going to stop you from enjoying the few moments of peace you can get. The feeling of being utterly alone in a bleak world helping dull the aching sadness within you, and wash away the numb.

You knew full well what you were doing was dangerous, made even more so given how the neighboring town was ransacked by decepticons only days before, but that didn’t stop you....in fact, it urged you on. ‘Maybe they can do what you’ve failed to do’ whispered a voice in the back of your conscious. You tried ignoring it, but to no avail. Tonight was one of your worse moments, one where even the anti-depressants couldn’t stop the feelings of loneliness, worthlessness, and self-loathing. Try as you might, tonight was hard to shake it. Speeding up, hoping in some vain attempt to out-run your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you walked into the outskirts of the suburb, and into a small abandoned park, filled with a jungle gym and swings. It was routine. You would come here, sit in a swing and stare at the stars, thinking of the bleakness of the world, and how insignificant your live is. Just a spec of dust in a giant universe. Would anyone even mourn you when you died?? However, this time you weren’t alone. Parked in the lot in front of it was a wine colored Porsche, it’s paint gleaming brightly in the moonlight, as if it was just recently waxed. It was flawless, unlike you. Your first thought was confusion, then fear, then resignation. Why was a car this expensive parked in a playground? Was it some sick creep ready to kidnap someone who comes near, or a murderer....or perhaps...maybe someone like you? A silly thought, of course, but that didn’t stop you from hoping. ”Just great” You mumbled, as if hoping the car would hear. “I was hoping to be alone.” The car, of course, made no sign of moving and you let out a sigh in resignation. Well....maybe it’s not as bad. When was the last time you had company? Instead of taking your usual spot on the swing, ypu sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, looking straight at the car with curiosity. Minutes passed before you spoke. “I wonder who drives you...You’re really well kept” You nodded to their plating. “Then again...knowing my luck it’s probably a serial killer, huh?” You waited in silence, as if expecting an answer. ”heh, well....that might be wishful thinking...” You mused, glancing at the sky. “I mean..well, as much as I know it’s just the usual funk I feel... I know I’m nothing, a small spec of dust in the universe.....so dying wouldn’t be a big deal in the grand design, yannow?” You glanced back to the Porsche, once again expecting a response. When nothing happened, you chuckled and continued on your monologue. “Still...I’d wish someone would mourn me...” Your voice began to crack at that....crap, you’re not supposed to cry! You hate the feel of it, wet tears clinging to your face as snot dribbles down without a care. Quickly, you wipe it away, taking a deep breath. “I mean... it’d be nice, yannow? I mean...people worry over me...but it sometimes it feels like they only do it out of pity... I know it’s because of the funk I’m in...but still...the feeling never leaves.. it makes me wish I could just disappear, cease to exist...” ”But,” You continued, glancing back at the sky. “......I guess that wouldn’t be good huh? I mean... I need to fight the feeling right? Letting it take over would be giving in...” Realizing what you were doing, you smiled and let out a soft laugh. “look at me, I’m talking to a car in the middle of the night about my problems like it was a therapist....I sound insane huh?” Sighing you get up, knowing you should probably return home before the owner comes back. “well...anyways, thanks for listening.... even if you are a car... it feels better to talk to something other than yourself, right?” You give the Porsche a soft pat on its hood before beginning your journey home, feeling a bit refreshed from dumping your emotions on something inanimate. Unbeknownst to you, however, the car’s headlights flickered on, a soft engine rumbling at the new knowledge they gained from you. While they thought it was pointless....the need to see you again grew within them. ---- The next night was the same. Walking out at night, ignoring the wish to die or disappear, and the feelings that came with it. It was routine, really. What wasn’t routine, however, was the wine colored Porsche parked in the same place as last night. This perplexed you, did someone leave this here?? but why?? “Hello again,” you began, slowly walking to the car in surprise. “...didn’t think you’d be back... did someone leave you here?? not the best fate, given you having to listen to trash like I” You joked, a hint of bitterness in your voice. “Hopefully someone comes back soon, you’re too pretty to leave behind.” You mused, giving a soft pat to the hood, this time taking your place on the swing. The silence went on like that for a while, before you spoke up again. “You know...I’m not always like this” you mused, “Well, not completely I guess.. I can be happy too.... but it’s not always there....something about a lack of chemicals in my brain.” your musing continued, reading off bits of your depression and symptoms, what your doctor said, bit and pieces, before once again taking your leave, not before giving the hood a loving pat once again. You failed to notice the warmth of the car, or the fact it felt like it was trying to lean into the touch. -- It continued like this for a few days, giving bit and pieces of your past, how you came here, and why you feel the way you do..... and.... to be honest you noticed there was a slight skip in your step that became more and more apparent as the days past. you were...looking forward to seeing the damned thing. Insane wasn’t it? You have grown fond on an inanimate object, a shiny car no less. Have you sunken that low? Yes was apparently the answer, as your heart sank as you saw that your “friend” was no longer waiting for you. You were expecting this, but for some reason it hurt. “What is wrong with me?? I’m feeling sad over a damn car” You mutter to yourself, watching your feet drag on the ground as you swung idly back and forth. “Am I truly that pathetic??” “I do not think so” a soft, masculine voice spoke. Your head whipped up, not expecting an answer, and even less so when you see the wine colored Porsche pulling up to the parking lot, lights dim and engine running still. You shook your head, thinking you must’ve been dreaming, how else would you hear a disembodied voice coming from a car? It wasn’t too hard to believe, given you’ve has weirder ones before. Still, it didn’t stop your voice of wavering. “a-and....why would you think that??” A pause, and a stall in the engine before a reply came. “....Most....would have ended themselves way before you, or at least gave up” The words were slow, as if thing speaking was trying to choose the right words to say. A soft smile graced your lips, and this time it was a genuine one. “my.... I’m glad someone has faith in me...” Dream or not, this was comforting.. “but if I may, can I see the person who has this faith within me?” You request, almost expecting anything from a random guy, a knight in shining armor, or a unicorn at this point. What you DIDN’T expect, however, was the car to slowly shift into a robotic form, still gleaming brightly in the moonlight, with a purple visor across its eyes and a mask over where its lips should be. Your mouth opened in shock, eyes wide. A transformer?! How?? this truly had to be a dream! “you...” “Do not worry. I have no wish to harm you..” the cybertronian whispered, as if any louder would scare you away. this admission caused you to tense, eyes glancing over his chest, seeing a purple insignia glistening brightly, as if on display.

“you...” You stammered. “you’re a decepticon...” “Correct.” You pinched yourself, trying to remind yourself it was indeed a dream, but instead when you felt pain shoot up your arm did reality sink in. This wasn’t a dream. You have been talking to a decepticon this whole time, and you weren’t dead, or anything that was associated with them. You stared in silence at the mech in front of you, before you finally regained your ability to speak, chocking out a soft ‘Why?’ This seemed to startle the mech out of his own silence, and you could hear some static from it. “I..was originally just hoping you’d leave...I’m not fond of human matter on me..pointless as it is..” He began, seeming flustered, as if he never had contact with anyone else but himself “However.... I found....you were a kindred spirit ...” He paused, his eloquence leaving him. You however, were a whirl of thoughts. You told this mech, a decepticon no less, EVERYTHING. Your life, your fears...you felt stupid! Why did you do that?! stupid! Stupid! STUPID!! Wait!....did he say kindred? Your thoughts slowed and you glanced up at the mech with surprise. Things began to click into place at that, realizing what most of your ramblings was of your feelings of meaninglessness. “You...You have felt this way before?...” you stammered, shocked such a HUMAN emotion could be felt by a decepticon. The silence that filled the wait was all the confirmation you needed. Fear be damned, his insignia be damned, no one should have to feel depression, even if they are hellbent on destroying the earth. “I’m sorry....” You began, slowly approaching the mech before laying a hand on his chasis, feeling the warmth radiate from it. The mech tensed in surprise for a moment, before relaxing into the touch, giving a soft exhale. “why are you apologizing? I am here to destroy your miserable planet, remove your existence. As you said yourself....’we are all nothing compared to the universe’” Why indeed? Maybe it was sympathy, maybe it was stupidity, but your reply was sincere. “because no one should ever feel that way, no matter who or what they are. It’s a terrible feeling to bear.” This seemed to resonate something within the mech, because you could feel the metal warm more, and you heard a soft click before you realized the mask over his lips was removed. A soft, almost non-existent smile gracing them. “...even though it is pointless.....thank you....” A smile was your reply, giving a soft pat to the chassis. “May I have your name?” You asked, still wary, but at least wanting to know the name of the mech you were chatting with this whole time. “...Dead End” Your smile grew a bit, it was fitting, truth be told. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you Dead End” “the pleasure’s mine.” (My apologies for the longness and lack or payoff! I didn’t want to rush it or make it entirely romantic! I’m tempted to a part 2 where romance does come into play, but for now I’m going to leave it like this! I hope you enjoyed!!)

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basard · 2 years ago

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first i think its really funny how none of the main line depictions of the characters have a standard base outfit like the cartoon differs from the box art from the dolls etc and they each have aspects that i like that could fit together better than their individual looks. the skulltimate secrets leaks have the best outfits out of anything and even then i HATE the lipstick choices. like if they just went darker for the lipstick for any of the releases it would look infinitely better especially considering they keep trying to use that weird coral color that never matches ANY of the pinks and they would do that in g1 but not as often as g2 or 3. ive seen a good amount of people get g3 dolls and darken the lips some (imo offblacks and dark reds work best) but skulltimate secrets lagoona and clawdeen look bad. also the shoes suck in general like cleo has one pair of shoes with the little pyramids on the heels and theyre the only thing nearly on par with when the dolls were at the height of their quality. also they did ghoulia dirty like i wish they would just give her pants and lean more towards green and red for her color palette instead of trying to hang onto blue when they made frankie the blue one. similar complaint with clawdeen i hate how the rose gold hair looks on her it doesnt go well with how warm toned the rest of her color palette is and it looks really washed out bc everything else is so saturated and bright. anyways the movie outfits were all very cute i dont have anything to complain about there like they really did a great job creating a wardrobe that fits the main 3 characters (and abby idk why they didnt give her screen time if they went out of their way to give her a cute fit but thats just how it is i guess) and the movie was overall very cute. frankie was my favorite due to the aforementioned being nonbinary and autistic but i like that they made draculaura bitchier. clawdeen is fun as a main character and its nice that she finally has time to shine since g1 was very frankie focused and g2 very draculaura focused. its a good movie to be a formative experience for weird 8 year olds which is what monster high was for me. i will be making my little cousin watch this since she will love it. the cartoon is very cute too and i wish they kept draculauras hat for the doll bc it looks cooler than the headband they gave her in the final doll design. i like lagoonas personality in the cartoon and i wish she was given more of a role in the movie since i like her design there. my biggest problem with her (other than how her doll looks bad (they couldnt decide between pastels and neons making the pastels look dull and the neons look eye-searing combined with the desire to keep teal accents while having the new salmon skin color and also the scales look fucked up and uneven)) is that she feels too detached from g1 lagoona, which i think is most fans problem with her new design. g1 lagoona and g3 lagoona are completely different characters while still trying to fill the sporty girl role, which is fine on its own, i just wish they designed her outfit better. theres also the issue of quality in regards to the g3 lagoona doll and the rate at which her leg paint peels off. i love the gradient leg concept and it was one of my favorite features of spectras design, the bright blue of it just feels out of place with the rest of lagoonas colors. it would look better if her hair was brighter or if she had more blue in her outfit, but as of now theres just a lot of concepts being thrown at the wall for her, all sadly slowly sliding down into a pile of tie-dyed mush.

g3 has grown on me since its initial release (mostly due to draculauras face print and frankies overall fashion) and i hope it continues to improve but i feel like the impact wont be nearly as strong as g1 since other doll lines (notably mgas lol omg and rainbow high) are higher quality and cooler for the same price range, but mattel has been known for cutting corners and making their dolls look cheap without actually being cheap for the better part of the past decade so i cant really be surprised with how they look either way

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deepestenthusiastmilkshake · 8 years ago

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My Review of Transformers: Robots in Disguise

Ok, before I get into the review, I want to say that I did not intend for my last review to be one giant paragraph. I had no idea why it ended up like that, because when I was writing it, I wrote it as a bunch of small paragraphs. I tried to fix it, but it was too late, so I apologize for that, and if that happens here, I apologize in advance.

Also I got some insightful feedback from another reviewer/reactor called Dragonkeeper19600, whom I highly recommend if you’re looking for some entertaining reactions to Transformers episodes. She told me a lot of things I did wrong in my last review, so I will try to take her advice and use it for this review. Today we’re going to look at the successor to Prime: Transformers: Robots in Disguise.

Let’s talk about the background of this show first. Transformers: Robots in Disguise (real original name there guys) is a sequel series to Transformers: Prime, taking place approximately three years after Prime ended, and fitting in with the Aligned Continuity. It’s a more lighthearted tale, focusing on Bumblebee and his new team. Before its release, the show received a lot of criticism from fans of Prime. The animation is not as good, the character designs look silly, the show is less dark and emotional, etc. These are all very valid criticisms, as they were expecting a sequel to be as good as the original. I don’t agree with them however and I’m gonna tell you why throughout this review. I’m going to look at the criticisms I mentioned above, give my own two cents on them, and give my final verdict at the end. So, to quote my favorite Youtuber DashieXP, without further ado, let’s do this

Let’s start off with the most criticized element: the animation. The animation is far from as good as Prime. It’s much more blocky, and it moves at a slower frame rate, giving it a stop motion-esque feel. Every now and then the frame rate will go up, and that does make the movements seem more fluid which looks much better, but that makes me wonder why the animators make the whole show like that? Maybe it’s too expensive, I’ll give them that. It’s also ridden with its fair share of animation errors. It’s not as bad as G1, but it is noticeable. Sometimes a character holds something that isn’t there, the lip syncing is off, or a they might get the scale between characters wrong. That doesn’t bug me that much because I’ve definitely seen worse. That aside, does it still feel like a major downgrade compared to its predecessor? In some ways yes, but it doesn’t affect me personally. First of all, compare any animation from any other Transformers cartoon, and it will look like a major downgrade from Prime. Even Beast Wars feels like a downgrade from it, and that was marveled as one of the most well animated Transformers cartoons of its time. Prime was an animation masterpiece, so comparing anything to it feels pointless. It will always look like a downgrade. It’s like comparing a kindergarteners drawing to the Starry Night, it just feels like a waste of time. Second of all, there are a lot of poorly animated cartoons, that look WAY worse than this does. Compared to other cartoons, RID is decent in terms of animation. It may seem less fluid and have its animation errors, but isn’t that how Transformers G1, the very cartoon that kicked off this great franchise, was animated?

Now let’s talk about the second most criticized elements: the characters and their designs. First let’s talk about the characters themselves. A big complaint against this series, even by the fans of it, is that some of the characters are annoying and insufferable. Take characters like Sideswipe or Strongarm, whose main joke seems to be, we argue a lot, and act like children. Now, fair is fair, I do see where the argument come from , and somewhat agree with it, however, I do appreciate characters like Sideswipe and Strongarm, even if they have annoying moments, purely for their individuality. During my Prime review, I stated that the characters fell into three categories: the loyal, the badass, and the loyal badass. That argument still stands, but that is not the case here. In RID, the characters are much more diverse and each fit their own specific archetypes, while at the same time, having their own personality quirks, as to no seem boring or cliche. Bumblebee, in my eyes represents the prince archetype. He is destined for greatness, even if he doesn’t see it in himself, and can lead and inspire others. Strongarm represents the maiden archetype. She possesses a strong sense of enthusiasm and a strong desire to learn. Sideswipe represents the rebel archetype. He may act rebellious and young(key word there being act), but deep down, he has a strong sense of loyalty to his friends and his team. Grimlock represents the warrior archetype. He has a love for fighting, knows when to use his skills, knows the difference between something easy and something right, and will lay his life down for his teammates. Fixit represents the caregiver archetype. He may not be a skilled warrior (well he is, he just doesn’t know it), but he will do anything to help his friends in anyway he can, and he does that with a strong urge to help. Those are just some of the characters and they all represent unique archetypes and don’t fall into categories amongst themselves like the characters in Prime did.

Now that we’ve talked about the Autobot characters, let’s talk about the Decepticon characters. When it comes to archetypes, villains don’t necessarily have one. They are shadows of archetypes. Archetypes have two shadows: passive shadow or the aggressive shadow. When it comes to the Decepticons of this show, they are no exception. A lot of them are shadows of the original archetypes. For example, the character Steeljaw represents one of the tricksters shadows: the schemer. He is always plotting, coming up with new ways to put himself in a position of power, no matter who he has to hurt in the process. Similar to Starscream, but lacking in the ambition department. Other times, the Decepticons in this show are either maniacs, war veterans, sadists, thieves, thugs, crime lords, or monsters. All of which are shadows of one of the original archetypes, but they all have their own uniqueness to them, most of the time. Sometimes they might re-use the shadows, re-use the designs, or just not give them enough personality to make them unique, but, for the most part, the Decepticons of this show do stand out and are interesting to think about.

Now, let’s talk about the designs. Actually, let’s talk about two specific characters designs. Sideswipes and Grimlocks designs were the most criticized when the show was announced. Sideswipe has a helmet that looks like hair that has been gelled upwards, looking like a weird pompadour. Gridlock is green, doesn’t have a faceplate, and is not as tall as past incarnations were compared to the other Autobots. These designs don’t bother me personally. When it comes to Sideswipe, yeah it looks silly, but it does give off the hint into his behavior and character traits. In the case of Grimlock, it doesn’t bother me because if he was just another version of what we’ve seen before with other Grimlocks, that would be pretty boring. I welcome a change in design, especially if it’s done well, and, in my opinion, Grimlock does look pretty cool. And yes, I know Grimlock appeared in the Fall of Cybertron game, but I consider that to be another Grimlock entirely. So all in all, these designs don’t bug me in the slightest.

Now, finally, let’s talk about the story. The story is very simple: a Cybertronian prison ship (which is a very interesting idea the more you think about it) crash lands on Earth and releases about a couple hundred of Cybertron’s most wanted Decepticons. So it’s up to Bumblebee to gather up a group of Autobots to round them up and imprison them. But one of the prisoners named Steeljaw is trying to gather as many criminals as he can to form an army to help him conqueror Earth, and make it a Decepticon homeworld. It’s basically a lesson based, lighthearted story that has a different villain each episode (when it’s not steelhead and his gang) and puts the focus on Bumblebee…. I’m not against this. Looking back, Bumblebee was one of the most underutilized and underdeveloped characters in Prime. He showed his leadership skills during the movie Predacons Rising, and he has shown plenty of combat skills, but there wasn’t exactly much for him character wise. I think this is due to him lacking a voice. Now he has the chance to really grow as a character and be much more expressive with his new voice. We get to see him struggle and learn new lessons about teamwork and being a leader. Also, I am a sucker for new teams. When we have a show that has a main cast that saves the day all the time, it’s nice to see others step in and save the day for them. Now that Team Prime is basically disbanded, it’s nice that we have a new set of characters to come in and save the day. That’s not to say this is done perfectly. The villain of the week thing can get old very quickly, and can bring new villains that aren’t given too much development, or are just plain annoying. Best example of this would be the character Filch. She was a thief who only said the word shiny, and whose voice was irritating. She’s definitely my least favorite Decepticon. However, that only happens every now and then, and for the most part, the writers can keep the situation interesting and fun to watch. Yes, this format may not appeal to everyone, and is far from perfect, but it does interest me personally, and I can find a lot of enjoyment in it.

So all in all, Transformer: Robots in Disguise is not the greatest Transformers show, and it definitely is not as good as Prime, but it is still a good show that can even do some things that Prime didn’t, like bring in more diverse characters. It is a satisfying show, and I look forward to the next season. It is a definite recommendation from this guy.

Transformers: Robots in Disguise: 7/10.

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