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Okay, I am officially excited for Transformers One. The animation is GORGEOUS and I am a sucker for pre-war Orion and Megatron. The only drawbacks are the lack of actual voice actors and the bot designs; they're kinda meh. I refuse to let the drawbacks spoil my excitement, though!

#Transformers One #Writing Entity but no writing

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Oh my gosh, it's me!!! 😍🤩

Drew my friend, too!

Fucking nerds.

#Friend Art #Writing Entity but no writing #I really am just Crowley with dark curly hair huh. #I can't get over the Spidey shirt!!! #How are my friends so talented??!!!

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Sah hope yer all havin a superb day

Any fic recs for our angel Aziraphale bein a good swordsman? Or just generally bein kickass? No way he was put as a guard for a gate to Eden if he didn't know a thing or two about fightin so I wanna see him flex his skill

Have a radical day/night and drink ya water

You can check our #bamf aziraphale tag for fics where he is generally kickass, and here are some specifically where he does some swordfighting...

All It Takes by summerofspock (E)

When Hell assigns Crowley to duel a local lord, Aziraphale offers to teach him the finer points of swordplay.

Things get a little sweaty.

Chivalrous by MrsMoosie (T)

The apocalypse was averted. Aziraphale and Crowley are still wanted for their roles as traitors, and Crowley is the first to be targeted.

Sworn by the Sword by EdwardotheBarber (T)

On the way back to his bookshop, Aziraphale is confronted by a certain red-haired supernatural entity. Unfortunately, she is not the one the angel would have hoped for.

War wants revenge. A fight is looking inevitable. Aziraphale only hopes he can end this before Crowley is involved.

(Spoiler Alert: Crowley gets involved.)

Ever more my protection by Royal Owl Rose (T)

"In light of certain recent events Azriaphale began to rethink a lot of things concerning weapons. Holding the flaming sword again had surprisingly felt quite natural. An itch began to burn in the back of his mind. He knew eventually, after heaven and hell had cooled their heels, they might be after them again. Next big one or not. After all he and Crowley had been through, he was not prepared to lose the one important thing in his life. The demon had become his constant after six millennia on earth, and more importantly, his best friend."

After Nonmeggedon, Aziraphale realizes that he must take drastic measures to protect his demon from the forces of Heaven and Hell.

Of Swords and Flames by CaspianTheGeek (E)

Aziraphale has a new assignment to inspire the humans via gladiatorial combat. He was trained by Michael, and there's no reason he can give Heaven as to why he can't accomplish this simple feat.

Crowley isn't quite as convinced this is at all a good idea.

Or the fic in which Caspian needed a plot so we could get to the homoerotic swordfighting and have an excuse to put Aziraphale in a gladiator outfit.

Truly Ineffable by Bookwormgal (T)

Stress can come out in the most unfortunate ways and an argument causes nearly a month of separation. Not that long for an angel or demon who have walked the Earth for six thousand years, but enough is enough. But when Crowley saunters back into the bookshop, his angel isn't there.

But the bookshop wasn't quite empty either. And She has a favor to ask of him. And when he asks why he would do anything that She asks of him, She merely tells him that Aziraphale needs his help.

...Well, when you put it that way, how could he possibly say no?

- Mod D

#Hey my fic is in here! #I haven't posted it to Tumblr yet. Keep meaning to. #It's Sworn by the Sword by EdwardotheBarber. #Good Omens #I have a lot of fics on AO3 that aren't on Tumblr. I should take the time to add them here. I just don't want to spam you all with #non-Transformera stuff. #Writing Entity

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The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 3)

(I've given up promising to have this updated regularly. To all my fellow fanfic writers, you know how it is. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this update! I'm excited to finish this story...someday, haha.)

(Warnings: generic haunted house frights)

(Part 1, Part 2)

(AO3)

This was certainly a strange place to have a haunted house. Glancing around, Ironhide saw no one else in the vicinity, just a lot of vacant lots and rundown buildings. Not good for business, Ironhide thought, but then again, what did he know about Earth business? The painted, slightly smeared sign out front said this was the place, so that was good enough for him.

“Let’s go, gang,” He waved a servo to the rest of the Autobots. Not many had agreed to join this little venture, either claiming to be too busy or flat out disinterested. He and Spike practically had to beg those who did show up.

“Will this take overlong?” Grapple groused by Ironhide’s feet. Stubborn as usual, the boom truck still hadn’t transformed to bot mode.

“Got somewhere better to be?” Ironhide asked with no small amount of exasperation.

“If you must know,” Grapple sniffed, “I’m redesigning one of the Ark’s suites. It’ll be much more luxurious once I’m through.”

“Ooh, I call dibs!” Jazz declared with a grin.

“Certainly not! It’s for Hoist and I.”

“Grapple, we talked about this” Hoist interjected with some weariness, as if he’d had to remind Grapple of this multiple times, “We’re offering the suite to Prime, remember?”

If a truck could be said to roll its eyes, Grapple did just that, “Yes, yes, I remember…but the next suite is for us.”

Hoist patted his companion’s cab, “Of course. Now, come along. The sooner we’re through with this ‘haunting habitation,’ the sooner we can get back to work.”

“It’s called a ‘haunted house’, Hoist,” Spike reminded him, shaking his head, “We’ve been over this!”

Hoist merely chuckled while Grapple reluctantly transformed to root mode. Allowing Spike to lead the way, the Autobots filed into the haunted house.

The interior was dark, as was to be expected. Ironhide’s optics did their best to adjust to the dim light. Once they had, he noticed cobwebs on the walls- the same type he’d had trouble with a few days ago. Still sour from that experience, he steadfastly avoided brushing up against them. Behind him, he heard Grapple huff in irritation as a few strands caught on his hook. Hoist patiently helped him clear them away.

“So…what happens next?” Jazz asked into the silence. No sooner had he spoken than the door behind them slammed shut. Everyone jumped at the resounding bang- everyone except Ironhide, who laughed at everyone’s expense.

“Cool your circuits! We ain’t even started yet.”

So saying, he plunged ahead, everyone else hesitantly following after.

It was nearly pitch dark, with only slivers of light illuminating the way. Once his optics had adjusted to the gloom, Ironhide could make out rafters overhead, all strewn with fake cobwebs.

Scariest thing so far, he thought to himself.

Hearing noise ahead, he quickened his pace, everyone hastening to follow. Just as Jazz entered, something popped out of the gloom. 

“Cripes!” Jazz nearly jumped into Hoist’s arms as a ghost dropped down from the ceiling, complete with a white shroud that concealed whoever was beneath. As Jazz began to relax, another ghost dropped down, this time startling Bumblebee.

“Ah!” Instinctively, the yellow Autobot looked to his human friend for reassurance, only to find there was no sign of him.

“Spike? Where’d you go?”

Ironhide turned around on hearing the trepidation in his friend’s voice and heaved a sigh.

“He can’t have got far. Calm down and try not to step on him.”

The last remark only scared Bumblebee more, and he took to staring at the floor- which promptly gave way beneath them.

“Woah, hey!”

Before Bumblebee could say more, the Autobots had spilled onto the floor at least one story below. The impact was jarring and left everyone in a groaning heap- everyone except Ironhide. Despite Grapple’s foot in his face, the oldest Autobot laughed heartily.

“That was good! Almost got me there. Almost.”

“Oh, my aching processor!” Hoist moaned, “Why didn’t Spike tell us this ‘horror home’ would be so rough?”

“Speaking of,” Grapple added, “Everyone make sure no one squished him.”

After a once over, all five bots confirmed Spike’s gory remains weren’t to be seen. There was no trace of Spike at all.

“Okay, I’m going back up to look for him,” Bumblebee said.

“You’re just trying to get out of the rest of the haunted house.”

“No!” Bumblebee snapped, folding his arms, “Me and Spike’ll join you once I’ve found him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ironhide waved him away. The smaller Autobot took a moment to glare at his senior before leaping back up the way they fell.

“And then there were four,” Jazz declared. His words were punctuated by a chilling howl emanating somewhere ahead.

“What was that?!” Grapple immediately backed away, seeking Hoist’s reassuring presence. It wasn’t there.

Spinning around, Grapple called out into the gloom, “Hoist?”

No response.

The yellow boom truck frantically looked to the others, to where Hoist should have been, and back again, “Where did he go?! He was just here!”

Jazz edged a little closer to Ironhide while Grapple continued to panic, “Uh, okay. I’m getting mad bad vibes from this place. What say we skidaddle?”

“Aw, Hoist an’ Spike are prob’ly just trying to razz us,” Ironhide cupped his servos around his mouth and shouted into the darkness ahead, “It ain’t gonna work!”

“Oh, I’d say it’s working,” Grapple hurried closer to his companions, “I’d say it’s working quite well!”

Ironhide snorted, the noise almost like a car horn, “Never thought I’d see the day when real pink-blooded Autobots would turn robo-chicken!”

“Think what you like. I’m leaving!” So saying, Grapple looked to the hole in the floor they’d fallen through. To his surprise and horror, it had been covered.

“I daresay someone is trying to trap us!”

“Nonsense!” Ironhide exclaimed, “I’d know if this was a trap.”

“Whatever, man,” Jazz tried to keep his voice level, though something like radio static edged his words, “If this ain’t a trap, then lead the way to the end so we can get out.”

“Gladly!”

The howling from up ahead hadn’t stopped. As the three remaining Autobots drew nearer, it morphed into snarls. Jazz and Grapple froze in their tracks, optics straining to see anything in the darkness ahead. Ironhide continued forward at a brisk pace. Not wanting to be left behind, the other two hurried after.

Ironhide hadn’t made it another two steps before twin screams pierced his audio receptors. With a dramatic sigh, he slowly spun around to see what had spooked his friends now. What greeted him was a larger figure in a hooded cloak.

Ironhide crossed his arms, “Really, this is what spooked ya?”

Neither Grapple nor Jazz responded, so Ironhide craned to see around the figure. 

“Where’d you two go?”

He got no reply other than the phantom advancing slowly toward him. As a so-called “real pink-blooded Autobot,” Ironhide held his ground.

“You don’t scare me, none. Now where’d my friends run off to?”

The hooded figure didn’t offer any answers. A bit fed up, Ironhide went to question him some more, when something like the sound of an animal’s claws scraping across the floor caught his attention. Ironhide had barely glanced down before something small and agile rammed into his legs. With a grunt, the truck pitched over onto his backside. Grimacing, he followed the sound of pawsteps, only catching a glint of glaring red eyes before the beast disappeared.

The hooded figure advanced more rapidly on seeing its prey downed. Ironhide glared up at it.

“Listen here, ya freaky phantom! I don’t know what game yer playin’, but I’ll have you know I ain’t the kinda bot you can-”

That was as far as he got before the figure suddenly lunged, enveloping Ironhide in its shroud. A shriek resounded throughout the haunted house just then, though Ironhide would deny it til the day he was offlined.

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The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 3)

(I've given up promising to have this updated regularly. To all my fellow fanfic writers, you know how it is. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this update! I'm excited to finish this story...someday, haha.)

(Warnings: generic haunted house frights)

(Part 1, Part 2)

(AO3)

This was certainly a strange place to have a haunted house. Glancing around, Ironhide saw no one else in the vicinity, just a lot of vacant lots and rundown buildings. Not good for business, Ironhide thought, but then again, what did he know about Earth business? The painted, slightly smeared sign out front said this was the place, so that was good enough for him.

“Let’s go, gang,” He waved a servo to the rest of the Autobots. Not many had agreed to join this little venture, either claiming to be too busy or flat out disinterested. He and Spike practically had to beg those who did show up.

“Will this take overlong?” Grapple groused by Ironhide’s feet. Stubborn as usual, the boom truck still hadn’t transformed to bot mode.

“Got somewhere better to be?” Ironhide asked with no small amount of exasperation.

“If you must know,” Grapple sniffed, “I’m redesigning one of the Ark’s suites. It’ll be much more luxurious once I’m through.”

“Ooh, I call dibs!” Jazz declared with a grin.

“Certainly not! It’s for Hoist and I.”

“Grapple, we talked about this” Hoist interjected with some weariness, as if he’d had to remind Grapple of this multiple times, “We’re offering the suite to Prime, remember?”

If a truck could be said to roll its eyes, Grapple did just that, “Yes, yes, I remember…but the next suite is for us.”

Hoist patted his companion’s cab, “Of course. Now, come along. The sooner we’re through with this ‘haunting habitation,’ the sooner we can get back to work.”

“It’s called a ‘haunted house’, Hoist,” Spike reminded him, shaking his head, “We’ve been over this!”

Hoist merely chuckled while Grapple reluctantly transformed to root mode. Allowing Spike to lead the way, the Autobots filed into the haunted house.

The interior was dark, as was to be expected. Ironhide’s optics did their best to adjust to the dim light. Once they had, he noticed cobwebs on the walls- the same type he’d had trouble with a few days ago. Still sour from that experience, he steadfastly avoided brushing up against them. Behind him, he heard Grapple huff in irritation as a few strands caught on his hook. Hoist patiently helped him clear them away.

“So…what happens next?” Jazz asked into the silence. No sooner had he spoken than the door behind them slammed shut. Everyone jumped at the resounding bang- everyone except Ironhide, who laughed at everyone’s expense.

“Cool your circuits! We ain’t even started yet.”

So saying, he plunged ahead, everyone else hesitantly following after.

It was nearly pitch dark, with only slivers of light illuminating the way. Once his optics had adjusted to the gloom, Ironhide could make out rafters overhead, all strewn with fake cobwebs.

Scariest thing so far, he thought to himself.

Hearing noise ahead, he quickened his pace, everyone hastening to follow. Just as Jazz entered, something popped out of the gloom. 

“Cripes!” Jazz nearly jumped into Hoist’s arms as a ghost dropped down from the ceiling, complete with a white shroud that concealed whoever was beneath. As Jazz began to relax, another ghost dropped down, this time startling Bumblebee.

“Ah!” Instinctively, the yellow Autobot looked to his human friend for reassurance, only to find there was no sign of him.

“Spike? Where’d you go?”

Ironhide turned around on hearing the trepidation in his friend’s voice and heaved a sigh.

“He can’t have got far. Calm down and try not to step on him.”

The last remark only scared Bumblebee more, and he took to staring at the floor- which promptly gave way beneath them.

“Woah, hey!”

Before Bumblebee could say more, the Autobots had spilled onto the floor at least one story below. The impact was jarring and left everyone in a groaning heap- everyone except Ironhide. Despite Grapple’s foot in his face, the oldest Autobot laughed heartily.

“That was good! Almost got me there. Almost.”

“Oh, my aching processor!” Hoist moaned, “Why didn’t Spike tell us this ‘horror home’ would be so rough?”

“Speaking of,” Grapple added, “Everyone make sure no one squished him.”

After a once over, all five bots confirmed Spike’s gory remains weren’t to be seen. There was no trace of Spike at all.

“Okay, I’m going back up to look for him,” Bumblebee said.

“You’re just trying to get out of the rest of the haunted house.”

“No!” Bumblebee snapped, folding his arms, “Me and Spike’ll join you once I’ve found him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ironhide waved him away. The smaller Autobot took a moment to glare at his senior before leaping back up the way they fell.

“And then there were four,” Jazz declared. His words were punctuated by a chilling howl emanating somewhere ahead.

“What was that?!” Grapple immediately backed away, seeking Hoist’s reassuring presence. It wasn’t there.

Spinning around, Grapple called out into the gloom, “Hoist?”

No response.

The yellow boom truck frantically looked to the others, to where Hoist should have been, and back again, “Where did he go?! He was just here!”

Jazz edged a little closer to Ironhide while Grapple continued to panic, “Uh, okay. I’m getting mad bad vibes from this place. What say we skidaddle?”

“Aw, Hoist an’ Spike are prob’ly just trying to razz us,” Ironhide cupped his servos around his mouth and shouted into the darkness ahead, “It ain’t gonna work!”

“Oh, I’d say it’s working,” Grapple hurried closer to his companions, “I’d say it’s working quite well!”

Ironhide snorted, the noise almost like a car horn, “Never thought I’d see the day when real pink-blooded Autobots would turn robo-chicken!”

“Think what you like. I’m leaving!” So saying, Grapple looked to the hole in the floor they’d fallen through. To his surprise and horror, it had been covered.

“I daresay someone is trying to trap us!”

“Nonsense!” Ironhide exclaimed, “I’d know if this was a trap.”

“Whatever, man,” Jazz tried to keep his voice level, though something like radio static edged his words, “If this ain’t a trap, then lead the way to the end so we can get out.”

“Gladly!”

The howling from up ahead hadn’t stopped. As the three remaining Autobots drew nearer, it morphed into snarls. Jazz and Grapple froze in their tracks, optics straining to see anything in the darkness ahead. Ironhide continued forward at a brisk pace. Not wanting to be left behind, the other two hurried after.

Ironhide hadn’t made it another two steps before twin screams pierced his audio receptors. With a dramatic sigh, he slowly spun around to see what had spooked his friends now. What greeted him was a larger figure in a hooded cloak.

Ironhide crossed his arms, “Really, this is what spooked ya?”

Neither Grapple nor Jazz responded, so Ironhide craned to see around the figure. 

“Where’d you two go?”

He got no reply other than the phantom advancing slowly toward him. As a so-called “real pink-blooded Autobot,” Ironhide held his ground.

“You don’t scare me, none. Now where’d my friends run off to?”

The hooded figure didn’t offer any answers. A bit fed up, Ironhide went to question him some more, when something like the sound of an animal’s claws scraping across the floor caught his attention. Ironhide had barely glanced down before something small and agile rammed into his legs. With a grunt, the truck pitched over onto his backside. Grimacing, he followed the sound of pawsteps, only catching a glint of glaring red eyes before the beast disappeared.

The hooded figure advanced more rapidly on seeing its prey downed. Ironhide glared up at it.

“Listen here, ya freaky phantom! I don’t know what game yer playin’, but I’ll have you know I ain’t the kinda bot you can-”

That was as far as he got before the figure suddenly lunged, enveloping Ironhide in its shroud. A shriek resounded throughout the haunted house just then, though Ironhide would deny it til the day he was offlined.

#Transformers #Transformers G1 #TF G1 #Ironhide #Bumblebee #Spike Witwicky #Hoist #Grapple #Jazz #Writing Entity #I took the opportunity to include Hoist and Grapple #my underrated favorites from G1 #And yes they're gay.

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Two recent pictures (2024) of the mad scientist version of Corde, a picture of when he was first developed as an in-half fool from 2018, and the first picture I ever drew of him in 2016.

#drawing entity #oc #corde #he has changed a lot

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Who is most likely to Naruto Run straight into a wall?

If we're talking Prime, probably Breakdown; he does not tend to think his actions through. ~Writing Entity

#Ask #Transformers #Writing Entity but no writing

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Whats a short lived show that you can never get over. Like the story/art style/humor. Mine was Class of 3000, Cybersix and Sym-Bionic Titan

Hmm...Wolverine and the X-Men and Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes come to mind. Both ended prematurely and with cliffhangers that still haunt me to this day. Plus, they were created before the MCU had really taken off, so they were much more faithful to the comics, something I sorely miss in the mainstream Marvel media of today. Oh, and I only just started it, but The Avengers: United They Stand is another great show that only got 13 episodes; greatly disappointing since the show is basically an adaptation of one of my favorites teams - The West Coast Avengers - and includes three of my favorites: Hank Pym (Ant-Man), Janet Van Dyne (Wasp), and Clint Barton (Hawkeye), all of whom were done dirty by the MCU. -Writing Entity

I love so many random shows, but my main one is 2003 Clone Wars. I love the art style and the characters and I have been so obsessed with Grievous from it that I've probably watched it over 20 times by now. (My siblings always say "What movie should we watch? Don't say that 2D Clone Wars one!!!") I wish there was more of it. Every few years as a skill check, I try to draw some 3D Clone Wars characters in the 2003 Clone Wars style. I never succeed. -Drawing Entity

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Very fast Sun drawings I did for a drawing game (and one digital one I did on my phone without my glasses on). Expressive fool.

#drawing entity #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf security breach #sun and moon #just sun though #my friend also drew those cute foxy dudes.

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More human Sun and Moon from a middle of the night comic-drawing frenzy.

#drawing entity #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf security breach #sun and moon fnaf #sun and moon #it is combining my different flavors of art styles. #the drawings from kids are essential #i like that you can see my artistic energy run out gradually through the comic. i finished it at 3:50 am.

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Working on designs for human Sun/Moon. Definitely not a new obsession character (definitely is). It looks like it has freckles on the in-game poster but I thought acne would be funnier and more like craters.

#drawing entity #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #sun and moon fnaf #sundrop and moondrop #silly silly little fool #gave moon sunglasses for light sensitivity #and also it sleeby #sun complains but it loves being with kids. #working setup is that sun is when the whole guy is feeling more anxious and moon is when it's feeling depressed #when it's depressed it likes its hair slicked back and sometimes wears hats #when it's anxious it likes to make a good impression and have cool spiky hair #i'm pretty proud of what i have so far haha!

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Hello, hello! You may not remember or recognize me, but I used to me mama-Oci a few years back at the time before I took a long break from social media. I'm slowly coming back to Tumblr and making time around work, and I saw one of your posts not too long ago, and it made me want to check up on you to see how you are doing! Hope that 2024 will be great for you and I hope you, the starscream's, and all the others characters have a wonderful evening!

Aw, thank you so much! And welcome back! The Starscreams will probably spend their evening bickering, but in their book, that is a wonderful evening. Wishing you a happy 2024, as well!

#Ask

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FNAF at Freddy's

#drawing entity #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #william afton #vincent fnaf #purple guy #foxy fnaf #exotic butters

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#drawing entity #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #springtrap #william afton #this is the first time i've seriously tried to draw a fnaf character. #pistachio man in his pistachio shell

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Corde Corde Corde Corde Corde

#drawing entity #oc #corde #the silly guy is a 20's/30's movie star and is sometimes drunk. #half of my photos on my phone are funny douglas fairbanks jr screenshots. #the story idea came from the life of jimmy dolan.

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The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 2)

(Yeah, so it is WAY past Halloween. I got really busy all of a sudden and had to put all fanfic on hold. That being said, here's part 2! I expect to have much more free time in a couple weeks, so hopefully I'll finish the rest of this story soon.)

(Warnings: None)

(Part 1)

(AO3)

Megatron’s schemes were usually ridiculous, but this one topped them all. Relying on a human custom? Had he lost his processor?!

Idiot Megatron, Starscream groused to himself, If I were leader, you’d never see me-

“Could you hurry it up?”

“What?” Starscream nearly veered off course at the rude interupption to his thoughts. Ahead of him, Thundercracker continued smoothly. Anyone watching would assume he was the one in charge. The very notion was mortifying, prompting Starscream to redouble his speed to zip past him.

“Don’t go blundering ahead of me,” the lead Seeker sniped, “You don’t know where you’re going.”

“Then fly faster,” Thundercracker replied with some exasperation, “Quit dragging your thrusters.”

“Don’t talk to me that way! I am your superior! This is my mission!”

“And what is the mission again?”

Starscream resisted the sudden urge to blast Thundercracker out of the sky, “We are going to lure those stupid Autobots into a trap.”

“Right, right…How are we doing that exactly?”

In answer, Starscream transformed back to bot-mode and touched down on the side of a road. When Thundercracker joined him, Starscream proceeded to open his cockpit and rummage inside, eventually pulling out a large, rolled up sheet of canvas.

“What’s that?” Thundercracker frowned.

Unable to resist, Starscream bonked him on the head with the sheet, “This, my rust-headed friend, is what will lure the Autobots to our ‘haunted house’,” He couldn’t help the disdain that creeped into his voice at the last two words. Human customs. What a waste of fuel!

Rubbing his head, Thundercracker glanced at the sheet, then at their surroundings, gaze alighting on a nearby billboard, “Oh, so we-”

“Yes!” Starscream shoved his comrade over to the billboard, “Now hurry up before any Autobots come along!”

Each taking one end of the canvas, the two seekers stretched it over the billboard, which currently displayed an advertisement for some human eatery. When they were done, Starscream stepped back to admire the handiwork. He still thought this whole plan was stupid, but he had to say that his part in it was flawlessly executed.

The rumble of engines forestalled his self-admiration.

“Quickly, behind those rocks!”

At least Thundercracker paid attention this time. Ducking behind the rocks, the jets waited in silent anticipation as the engines grew closer.

“Hey, look at that!”

Starscream couldn’t prevent a devilish grin as the engines came to an abrupt halt.

“Look at what, Ironhide?”

“That billboard! Spike was just telling me and Bumblebee about these. Apparently they’re good for testing bravery and whatnot.”

“Sounds like a hoot!” The other Autobot - Jazz, Starscream was pretty sure - replied, “Any music involved?”

“I dunno. Have to ask Spike,” Ironhide’s engine rumbled speculatively, “Says here this haunted house is happenin’ in a few days. Perfect timin’!”

Jazz’s engine revved in enthusiasm, “Well, let’s finish our patrol so we can get back and tell everybody!”

“Race you to the next checkpoint!”

“You’re on, Ironhide!”

A cloud of dust billowed up as the two Autobots raced away. Starscream waved it away with an irritated servo. How the Autobots could stand such filth was beyond him.

“It worked!” Thundercracker cried happily.

“Of course it did,” Starscream chastised, “This was my operation, after all.”

He waited a few more astroseconds until Ironhide and Jazz were well and truly far enough away, then gestured to his companion.

“Come on!” He stood to his feet and brushed some dust from his cockpit, “Let’s get back to base so we can clean off this filth.”

“It’s not so bad,” Thundercracker replied mildly.

Starscream paused to glare at him, “Well, if you’d rather be a ground-hugger like those wheelbound idiots, be my guest!”

Without waiting for a response, Starscream leaped into the air and took flight, leaving Thundercracker coughing in his wake. Megatron expected them to report in before the Earth’s sun set, and it was getting late. As always, Starscream chafed at having to report to someone else, and as always he reminded himself it was only temporary.

One day, Megatron, he vowed, One day I will be leader, and you won’t see me using some stupid Earth tradition to win!

“You coming?”

Startled, Starscream realized that Thundercracker had, once again, overtaken him.

“Out of my way!” he cried, and, practically crashing into the other Seeker, hastened to take the lead once more.

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The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 2)

(Yeah, so it is WAY past Halloween. I got really busy all of a sudden and had to put all fanfic on hold. That being said, here's part 2! I expect to have much more free time in a couple weeks, so hopefully I'll finish the rest of this story soon.)

(Warnings: None)

(Part 1)

(AO3)

Megatron’s schemes were usually ridiculous, but this one topped them all. Relying on a human custom? Had he lost his processor?!

Idiot Megatron, Starscream groused to himself, If I were leader, you’d never see me-

“Could you hurry it up?”

“What?” Starscream nearly veered off course at the rude interupption to his thoughts. Ahead of him, Thundercracker continued smoothly. Anyone watching would assume he was the one in charge. The very notion was mortifying, prompting Starscream to redouble his speed to zip past him.

“Don’t go blundering ahead of me,” the lead Seeker sniped, “You don’t know where you’re going.”

“Then fly faster,” Thundercracker replied with some exasperation, “Quit dragging your thrusters.”

“Don’t talk to me that way! I am your superior! This is my mission!”

“And what is the mission again?”

Starscream resisted the sudden urge to blast Thundercracker out of the sky, “We are going to lure those stupid Autobots into a trap.”

“Right, right…How are we doing that exactly?”

In answer, Starscream transformed back to bot-mode and touched down on the side of a road. When Thundercracker joined him, Starscream proceeded to open his cockpit and rummage inside, eventually pulling out a large, rolled up sheet of canvas.

“What’s that?” Thundercracker frowned.

Unable to resist, Starscream bonked him on the head with the sheet, “This, my rust-headed friend, is what will lure the Autobots to our ‘haunted house’,” He couldn’t help the disdain that creeped into his voice at the last two words. Human customs. What a waste of fuel!

Rubbing his head, Thundercracker glanced at the sheet, then at their surroundings, gaze alighting on a nearby billboard, “Oh, so we-”

“Yes!” Starscream shoved his comrade over to the billboard, “Now hurry up before any Autobots come along!”

Each taking one end of the canvas, the two seekers stretched it over the billboard, which currently displayed an advertisement for some human eatery. When they were done, Starscream stepped back to admire the handiwork. He still thought this whole plan was stupid, but he had to say that his part in it was flawlessly executed.

The rumble of engines forestalled his self-admiration.

“Quickly, behind those rocks!”

At least Thundercracker paid attention this time. Ducking behind the rocks, the jets waited in silent anticipation as the engines grew closer.

“Hey, look at that!”

Starscream couldn’t prevent a devilish grin as the engines came to an abrupt halt.

“Look at what, Ironhide?”

“That billboard! Spike was just telling me and Bumblebee about these. Apparently they’re good for testing bravery and whatnot.”

“Sounds like a hoot!” The other Autobot - Jazz, Starscream was pretty sure - replied, “Any music involved?”

“I dunno. Have to ask Spike,” Ironhide’s engine rumbled speculatively, “Says here this haunted house is happenin’ in a few days. Perfect timin’!”

Jazz’s engine revved in enthusiasm, “Well, let’s finish our patrol so we can get back and tell everybody!”

“Race you to the next checkpoint!”

“You’re on, Ironhide!”

A cloud of dust billowed up as the two Autobots raced away. Starscream waved it away with an irritated servo. How the Autobots could stand such filth was beyond him.

“It worked!” Thundercracker cried happily.

“Of course it did,” Starscream chastised, “This was my operation, after all.”

He waited a few more astroseconds until Ironhide and Jazz were well and truly far enough away, then gestured to his companion.

“Come on!” He stood to his feet and brushed some dust from his cockpit, “Let’s get back to base so we can clean off this filth.”

“It’s not so bad,” Thundercracker replied mildly.

Starscream paused to glare at him, “Well, if you’d rather be a ground-hugger like those wheelbound idiots, be my guest!”

Without waiting for a response, Starscream leaped into the air and took flight, leaving Thundercracker coughing in his wake. Megatron expected them to report in before the Earth’s sun set, and it was getting late. As always, Starscream chafed at having to report to someone else, and as always he reminded himself it was only temporary.

One day, Megatron, he vowed, One day I will be leader, and you won’t see me using some stupid Earth tradition to win!

“You coming?”

Startled, Starscream realized that Thundercracker had, once again, overtaken him.

“Out of my way!” he cried, and, practically crashing into the other Seeker, hastened to take the lead once more.

#Transformers #Transformers G1 #TF G1 #Starscream #Thundercracker #Ironhide #Jazz #Writing Entity #This is such a different vibe from my usual angst. #I used to write nothing but silly stuff #so I'm returning to my roots so to speak.