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[cyclogenesis]

various life updates, all pretty heavy, not doing too great tbh

i was in fresno this weekend and while there i bought two antique cups made from "indiana glass" which looks like carnival glass but i hadn't heard of it before. actually they were 8 dollars each and grammy gave me eight dollars for one and i bought the other. so tonight i'm drinking ouzo on ice in one of these cups and there's this like, metallic silver film over it. so i was just like, am i going to die of glitter juice? and i looked up indiana glass to see if this antique shop sold me murder cups but i actually can't find this exact pattern so i think the dealer didn't know what the fuck they were talking about. it must be normal carnival glass. i swear i washed this glass before using it. why is it glittery!!!!

i was in fresno this weekend and it sucked. grammy is dying of cancer and keeps talking about being in palliative care but she can't pronounce the word palliative. she basically emotionally blackmailed me into coming so we could all go out and spend time with my mom, who i hadn't seen in a meaningful way since thanksgiving 2021 when she followed my bitch ass stepdad out the door bc he couldn't handle having a single solitary adult conversation with me. the last i had talked to my mom was when she texted thanksgiving 2023 about seeing me again (the first time she'd contacted me directly since 2021!) and i said yeah we just have to have a serious conversation first. she ghosted me after that. because she's a gigantic fucking baby on a scale i cannot even conceptualize.

'your mom really needs you right now' grammy said to me on the phone, since my mom is now in the midst of a divorce from my stepdad (the guy she chose over me, her only child! lol nailed it, good job queen). this makes sense, because i am an npc in their lives who is meant to show up when i'm told to show up, and never has meaningful needs of my own ever, and simply does not matter as a person, at all, outside of whatever they want from me at any given moment

my mom showed up on saturday and had nothing meaningful to say to me. when we were left alone she told me that my grandma sharon (stepdad's mom, who has known me since i was six years old, and unfriended me on facebook after the divorce announcement. cute!) said to tell me hi. then she told me that one of her friends from work had just had a baby. she showed me a picture of the baby. at no point in the several cumulative hours she spent with me did she ask how i was doing at all.

we all went out and had lunch. i spoke only when spoken to. nobody talked about anything important. at no point was my parents' divorce after thirty four fucking years brought up. we did a little antiquing in old town clovis until grammy got tired. we took her home. they both said how about my mom takes us both back to old town to continue shopping while grammy takes a nap. when i first lost my relationship with my mother after she fucking abandoned me what i really missed was how we'd go antiquing together. i realized that this was an extraordinarily shallow thing to base a relationship on. it's not like we bonded over our interest in old stuff, we just looked at things in the same building separately. i said sure. i found an incredibly sick 1920s evening jacket for a steal and a 70s pepsi uniform top that i'm probably going to keep. the first time my mom texted me after over a year was to say 'i'm outside. take your time.' it was like being forced to hang out with a coworker who dicked me over numerous times at work but who i had to maintain a cordial relationship with for capitalism reasons. it was like being held hostage but at least i didn't have to drive.

at the antique shop where i bought the glasses they had kittens for adoption. they'd just brought in a tiny black one with little white toes on his back feet. petting him felt like feathers, like a baby duckling. i want so badly to hear klaus meow again, and to nuzzle her soft tummy, and to hear that first little exhale purr when she realized i was close. i don't want another cat. i want my cat, but she's gone. and i just keep thinking of how i held her soft cheek in my hand when they injected her to put her to sleep because she was suffering, and how her head just got heavier in my hand. and then they took her away and i'll never get to hold her again. and i loved her. and she loved me. and these others loves in my life feel so broken and complicated and painful and now i don't even have hers anymore. i miss her. i miss her. i miss her

grammy tried to push the idea of seeing my mom again on sunday and she said 'but you don't seem enthused about that.' i said whatever you want, i'm here for you, i came here because i'm here for you. i can show up, but i'm not a good performer. she used to say 'i love you more than anything' to me but i can't do that, when i said it to her i meant it. i'm not a natural liar like she is. in the morning the pain is the worst for her and she sits on the couch whimpering until the pain meds kick in. on sunday i joined her there and tried to be comforting and asked if it was the pain and she said, crying, 'it's everything. promise me that you and your mom will be friends again. she told me yesterday she was trying.'

it's like staring into a void, finding out how little you fucking matter to somebody. it's like all the air being sucked out of the room but you still have to find something to breathe. nothing i have ever felt has ever mattered. everybody is allowed to treat me however they want and my biggest sin is acting outside of the role i've been slotted into. my mother's version of 'trying' is, i guess, driving me back to old town clovis. it's being a chauffeur. it's acting like everything is fine. she will never apologize. nobody ever has to be sorry for anything they've done to me. i am not a person whose feelings matter. i'm not anything. if my stepdad hadn't left her my mom still wouldn't need me, because she never did. i was a mistake. and now i'm a chess piece called daughter, called granddaughter, and my greatest sin is not being in my correct spot on the board, not standing right back up again when i'm knocked over. i'm my mom's only child. i'm grammy's only grandchild. it's still not enough to be a real person to them. it still just isn't enough. i try so hard, and i put up with so much, for years, and it just doesn't matter.

grammy has, at this point, more sympathy for my (ex) stepdad than she does for me. even after all this, she still finds ways to defend him. divorcing her daughter out of the blue after thirty-four years is not enough to get him out of her good graces. me saying, even once, that they hurt my feelings, ruined things irreparably. it's like, i know it's ridiculous. illogical. dumb as fuck. objectively horrible, by any measure of acceptable human behavior. but i still have to fucking deal with it, don't i? i'm trying so hard. god i'm trying SO hard, and it SUCKS, and i'm tired of being the youngest and yet somehow most emotionally mature adult in the room while still being treated like i'm a CHILD, like i'm some time bomb who's going to go off at any moment with my FEELINGS. of course everyone else gets to have feelings! not me though! god fucking forbid!

i spent the weekend trying not to be needy. to not bother anybody, even the ones closest to me. kind of had a breakdown this morning about it, one of those real spiral-y nobody to lean on my emotions are Too Much type things. which, you know, fair of me to feel that way! because of important people in my life directly causing me to feel that way! still sucks! i've done so much work to get my own mental health in order and figure my own shit out and it's very not fun that it doesn't matter when life just decides to fuck you anyway!

i'm doing my best over here and it still feels terrible. i have to be a substantially better person than everyone in my life who was supposed to teach ME how to be a better person, and jesus absolute christ it is exhausting on a scale i hardly knew existed. but what am i supposed to do? tell my dying grandmother to fuck off? speaking up for myself is pointless, nobody gives a shit. i can explain 10,000 times the extraordinarily reasonable place i'm coming from and it's like my words float past them like the breeze, completely unworthy of being listened to. i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired.

i finally had my cardiologist appointment this morning a month and a fucking half after the abnormal ekg and the doctor was very nice but also extremely shrug emoji about an ekg with the words 'consistent with pulmonary disease' on it so i guess i am the only person who thinks words have meaning ever. time also has no meaning so i am now scheduled for another ekg and a few heart test things in january and more blood tests despite just getting a bunch drawn in november before i have a follow-up appointment in fucking february.

whatever. whatever, whatever. i don't know how i'm supposed to take anything seriously when everyone acts like nothing means anything and i'm the weird one for being like 'hey. ??????' genuinely. whatever, i guess? lmao, whatever?!?!

am i doing this right? what else am i supposed to fucking do?

[emilem-forevermore]

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[quill-firefly]

The Sight of Stars Through a Gilded Cage (SG TFOne AU Fanfic)

I have finished all the training to secure my job so I am officially employed now, yippee.

I am very tired skskks I am writing this after an entire day of job training, which isn't good cause my brain is very tired and words are hard. But I wanted to write something that will make me at least a little happy (as a treat for the long exhausting day).

To help in reading, essentially there's three sections. First section is the present, second section is the past, and third section is like really far back in the past. So it's chronologically backwards.

Anyway, as can be apparent from most of my Shattered Glass fics which feature Starscream, I am a father/mentor-figure Starscream truther (at least for TFOne and thank you storyboards for feeding that agenda hahaha). On Tumblr, since I did receive two new writing requests about platonic yanderes, I'm writing this fic as a sort of indulgence for myself and to help practice writing platonic yanderes (cause different vibes from romantic yanderes). Now, why did I write this in the Shattered Glass AU instead of just the normal universe? Because I like making SG!Megatron suffer (this is what happens to my favorite characters lmao). Also I need to practice in writing SG!Starscream because I prefer to have my SG TFOne AU keep some semblance of their canonical personality and I feel I might be leaning too much into the SG comics for inspiration instead of the TFOne characters themselves.

Also, it's not that important but I do ship Starscream and Megatronus Prime now (even though they never interact in the movie because one of them is dead HAHAHA) because I don't know I feel like those two probably worked closely together before Megatronus Prime died (and because there's no Skyfire in TFOne so I can't go to my automatic ship HAHAHA). I only point this out cause it's in the tags, and also Starscream can't help but see Megatronus Prime in Dee (mostly because I keep seeing those silly posts on Tumblr where people joke Dee is Megatronus Prime's secret love child and it makes me laugh at the thought - and it isn't helped that my SG!Megatron could fly and technically modelled his transformation cog after Starscream's… so ya know the accidental implication I have made is funny). Also also, I saw a Tumblr post (WHICH I LOST DAMNIT BUT GOD WHOEVER POSTED THAT COOKED) where like they compared Startronus as Rose x Pearl and Megatron as Steven and it was so good skskksksk

Also this is somewhat related to "The Prime from Another Universe" but not really, I'm just using the same concept of Dee wanting to leave Cybertron and just travel the stars - but here he's guilt-tripped into staying.

TW: Platonic Yandere Stuff

When you are banished from the only home you’ve ever known, where do you go?

Dee thought he had a home.

Pax had been his home.

Then he met Prime, and Dee realized he never had a home. 

He had carved a place for himself inside Pax’s spark and called it home, but to the other mech, Dee would never have been enough. He had wanted more, not that Dee could resent him for it now. It was for the best that they parted.

Pax could have his dream, and Dee could have his.

Yet even now, the stars continue to slip through his digits.

Was it the moral core in his processor that grounded him, or the golden cage he’d willingly chosen to enter?

Now… Dee thought that wasn’t fair.

After he had fruitlessly battled Pax to save a mech Dee didn’t think deserved to live anyway, Starscream had generously taken him in knowing that the rough terrain of the surface would have eventually killed him.

Dee was not a survivor. Never had been.

He had followed Sentinel’s words without doubt. He kept his helm low, and never questioned the system they had been placed within.

Pax was the survivor.

That’s why Primus chose him.

And it’s why Pax would never have stayed with Dee. He would have never settled for a life he thought he didn’t deserve.

Even with the rule of a new Prime, there was nothing stopping Dee from leaving. The Quintessons had been defeated. All that remained was Optimus Prime and the tyranny he posed.

He couldn’t leave though.

He owed too much to the High Guard to abandon them.

He owed it to Starscream. After everything, he owed it to him the most…

Besides, he already asked Starscream once.

He tried to ask.

Once.

—

Starscream couldn’t help but keep both his optics on his new responsibility.

Starscream had been older than Dee when he had first applied to the High Guard. It had been a decision he had made, and a choice he would never regret. He had chosen to fight for the planet he loved.

A war was no place for a mech so young.

When Starscream could force his anger down, even he felt sorry for the new Prime. Ambitious as Orion Pax may have been, Starscream knew the young mech was not ready for the responsibility of being a Prime and the Matrix-holder.

The Thirteen Primes had been vastly older and Starscream had to deal with their tantrums.

Well not all of them.

Megatronus had been…

He had been wonderful.

The kindest and strongest mech he had ever known. A true warrior of both the body and the spark. Starscream would have laid down his life for his Prime if Megatronus had ever allowed him to.

How many lunar cycles did they spend together? Megatronus Prime would always whisper to him - as though it was their secret - that he wished his fellow Primes were not so wrathful and so power hungry.

Starscream missed him—

“Starscream?”

He shook his helm, forcing a scowl to his faceplate as he turned to the younger mech. They were both in the medical bay, and if Dee hadn’t been the medic assigned during this particular joor, Starscream might have put up more of a fight. He never did like being grounded. Also, it didn’t help that the only other medic around was Shockwave who would have fussed over Starscream as if he was a sparkling and not the Commander of the High Guard.

“What? I told you and those pain-in-the-aft trine brothers of mine that the scratches in my wings did not need repairs!” It had been nothing more than a scuffle between him and one of the Prime’s scouts. Really, Thundercracker and Skywarp had given him more pain by dragging him to the medical bay. “This is a waste of medical resources—”

“...That wasn’t what I was going to say.” Dee muttered, the words low in his vocoder that Starscream’s audials nearly missed it.

“Is your shift over? If it is then let me out, I don’t want to deal with Shockwave.” He rolled his optics. Shockwave’s high empathy was the reason why Starscream made him medic… but Primus knows that the other mech meddled too much.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say but… Starscream, as the leader of the High Guard, I don’t think it’s a waste to use our medical resources on you.” The younger mech’s blue optics met his own, a hardness in his eyes. “When I was a miner, medical supplies were abundant but it would cost us our energon rations if we were to be sent to the medical bay. I know you want to keep the High Guard functioning by conserving resources, but I don’t think depriving anyone of medical assistance will help. Especially if you deprive yourself, Commander.”

“Is that anyway to talk to your superior officer?” A growl tore through his vocoder, though both mechs knew it held no threat. 

He held too much of a softspark for his new responsibility.

“Starscream, you deserve to live for yourself too.”

‘You shouldn’t throw your life away for mine.’

Starscream nearly fell off the medical berth. He placed a servo to his helm, surprised to hear the voice of a mech long dead. Slowly, he turned his optics to a startled Dee, who watched him with a concerned gaze.

He hated that this wasn’t the first time Megatronus Prime’s ghost had come to haunt him.

He had spent fifty cycles trying to forget what he had lost, and yet all of that effort was thrown away the moment this… this…

Starscream hated how the young mech reminded him too much of Megatronus.

Maybe it was the stupid helm shape. 

But mostly it was the personality, and that they both had wanted a world where they could live in peace.

What Starscream hated the most was that he had allowed Dee to study his transformation cog, because now—

“Starscream?”

His processor halted in its thoughts, and Starscream remembered himself. He focused all his attention back on the younger mech - whose blue optics had lowered, as though the ground was suddenly interesting.

“What?” He couldn’t stop the irritation from seeping into his voice, though they both knew it was never real.

“Now that the war with the Quintessons is over… and if only because of you that I have the ability to transform and fly… I wanted…” The young mech finally met his optics, and a sense of dread made the spark in his chassis grow cold. “Forgive me, but I wish to leave Cybertron—”

“Have you lost your processor?!” His voice went shrill and before he knew it, his servos were gripping onto the younger mech’s shoulder pads, the metal creaking underneath his strength. “The Quintessons may not be attacking the surface of Cybertron, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t waiting in orbit!”

“You heard the decree they sent out. They won’t be coming back. Not after everything that Prime did.” Dee shuddered in his hold, though Starscream truly couldn’t tell if it was fear of the horrors they had witnessed the new Prime commit or if he was… scared of Starscream himself.

He loosened his grip, guilt already gnawing at his spark.

“We don’t know that.”

But Starscream did.

The death of the Thirteen Primes had incentivized the Quintessons into staying and forcing Sentinel into serving them. But with the return of a new Prime, one somehow worse than all thirteen combined, the Quintessons wouldn’t dare to come back. 

After all, they only forced Sentinel into serving their needs as penance for what the Thirteen Primes had done to them.

The Quintessons had never started the war, they weren’t about to stay for another one.

“Listen to me.” Starscream took his servos off of Dee’s shoulder, though he wanted nothing more to keep the younger mech close. “The Quintessons may have left, but they may still be lurking in Cybertronian airspace. You cannot leave Cybertron.”

“Starscream, with all due respect, I don’t believe that and I know you don’t either.”

At that comment, Starscream can’t help but sympathize with Prime. It was wrong, but Starscream did miss when the younger mech had been more agreeable and willing to go along with his words.

The confrontation with Sentinel had taught the young mech to be doubtful.

And that was good!

Starscream just… wished the younger didn’t show the same scrutiny towards his own authority.

“You want me to tell the truth? Then I will.” Starscream stood up from the medical berth, approaching the younger mech who held his ground.

There was no fear in Dee’s eyes, and Starscream was grateful for that. 

Even now, there was still some trust.

“The High Guard cannot afford to lose more mechs.”

Blue optics widened, surprise meeting the coldness that Starscream forced into his gaze.

Right now, he couldn’t be Dee’s friend.

He couldn’t even be a mentor.

Right now, if he wanted to ensure the younger mech stayed, then he needed to be a Commander.

“We have had our losses during our battle with the Quintessons, and while some Iaconians have defected to our side, we cannot afford to lose anymore.” He could feel guilt at using his dead comrades as his excuse, but Starscream could not let Dee leave. “You’re one of two medics right now. While we have new ones in training, we cannot lose you. Remember what it was like back when you were a miner, imagine what would have happened if they didn’t have a medic that could attend to you?”

It was a low blow, and from the horror in the younger mech’s optics, Starscream knew the question he had posed was not a hypothetical.

He let out a soft vent, reaching out to place a servo on the younger mech.

“The High Guard needs you.”

His grip tightened.

Megatronus would hate him for this.

But what had Dee said?

‘You deserve to live for yourself too.’

He had lost Megatronus cycles ago.

He was not about to lose his new ward too.

Starscream didn’t miss the flash of fear in Dee’s blue optics.

“I’ll stay.”

��

Optimus didn’t know loss until he had lost Dee.

That’s why when he had learned the bitterness of that feeling did he only recognize the look in that pathetic High Guard leader’s optics.

Loss.

Optimus knew the mech’s story.

The Thirteen Primes rarely kept records of their personal thoughts, but Optimus had been lucky enough to find one of Megatronus’ in the archives. Probably the only Prime who had the time since he was the weakest out of all of them.

There was a lot of information about that High Guard Commander in those records.

Perhaps, a bit too much.

The realization of the similar loss they both shared had only come when Optimus had accidentally come across Starscream and Dee on the surface.

He would usually send scouts, but Optimus had wanted to find the High Guard base for himself.

Optimus had hidden himself before the two mechs could spot him.

His spark had ached at the sight of Dee, but mostly he was confused because Dee looked different.

He wasn’t cogless for a start.

Optimus didn’t even have the time to wonder how that had happened - though his processor fleetingly recalled a conversation they had about replicating transformation technology - before his attention had been pulled towards Starscream.

Each time Dee’s optics would wander away from Starscream, the older mech would look at him with such affection that Optimus wanted to tear his helm from his frame.

But no, it was a different kind of affection.

It was one he had never really known. Cogless bots had grown up in the cold and dark of the mines, but Optimus recognized this affection from other mechs that had had the privilege of not being cogless.

It was the affection of a sire for their sparkling.

…He needed to save Dee.

[kalpeavaris]

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